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3. Damn that thick, long really erect dick. You could see he was horny based off how hard he was. I finally exhaled. I felt such a strong warm tingle wash over my body and head. My vision went blurry for a moment, but I got it back quickly enough to find his cock and grab it with both hands. I was exploring but also jacking him off with the deliberate up and down motions. I started slobbering. I sucked and I gagged. He smelled and tasted so good. The saltiness. The chunks of fabric and dirt. The gritty pubes. I fucking loved every bit of it. I had to have him inside of me. I needed to take his load. I wanted for this man to take me to a cheap motel and do time what was done to Jon in “Slammed.” I begged him for his cock. I started babbling as I often do when really horny. I confessed my deepest desires to be owned. To be whored out. To be drugged up. In hindsight, confessing to a cop that I wanted to do drugs and be a slut was not my smartest move. But it felt right in the moment. Also in hindsight, he would have been on the hook for hooking up with me like this, so I think I was safe. Sometimes I fear that my brain is too colorful and my desires too fringe. I don’t see or hear people around me talking about the same sexual desires I have. So I often fear that I’m too slutty. A genuine struggle between wanting to live the life of a free slut, but still chained by worrying about what others think of me. I remember also worrying after babbling to the cop that he would be disgusted and tell me to get the fuck off him, but he didn’t. He smirked devilishly and said I was fucked up in the head. But that I was special and he had plans for me if I was up for it. I asked him what he meant, and he said if I really meant what I said, he can arrange something tonight with him and some friends and we could really have some fun. My eyes lit up and I nodded and started trembling again. I was beyond excited. I couldn’t believe it. “Whatever you have in mind, I’m down!” I said. “I mean it. I’m down for anything. Any drugs. Any guys. If you want me to do it. I’ll do it. I’ll do them. Omg. I’m so down!” He laughed. He told me before he did anything, he wanted me to show him what I slut I was. To ride his cock and show him how well I can take it. I fucking leaped into his lap and straddled his cock so fast. I ask him for the poppers and he fed me a big whiff. I exhaled and asked him to spit on my face. He spat a big loogie with some saliva on my face. I wiped it off and added my own spit and coated his cock with it. My hole was so hungry for his cock. I was in heat. I lowered myself on to his cock while taking another deep hit. I was fucked up and riding him for dear life. My thighs and ass slapping against his thighs. He was supporting my weight and the force of each bounce. I was in heaven. I kept it up. Making out with him every now and then, but really focusing on opening up my hole and having that cock touch all of my insides. I wanted that thing to stretch me open and make me gape. I wanted to loosen it. To show up what a good slut I can be. This was my audition to be the next Jon Phelps. My prize would be scene 3 of “Slammed” where I got gang banged by his other cop friends while I was even more fucked up. I was riding to descend into depravity. I needed to show him I could handle anything he threw at me. His breathing quickened. He was letting out more frequent low moans. I picked up my pace and begged him to shoot inside me. I wasn’t on PrEP. Couldn’t afford it. He thrust into me and let out a big moan and called me a faggot bitch. I fucking nailed that audition.

Hi all, True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy! ——————— This story is inspired by true events. I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. “Hi, officer,” I said. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked. “No, sir.” “You were speeding and your registration is expired.” “I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.” A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential. “Get out of the car and follow me.” I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. “Front seat,” he said. A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat. “What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. “So you’re not here for IML?” Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. “Why are you here?” I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool. “No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” “Oh you do huh?” His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching.

2. That was all I needed. I was young but not dumb. But I wanted to let this play out a bit longer. At this point, we were simply roleplaying. “Yes, officer. I’m so sorry about speeding, sir. Is there anything I can do to ask you not to ticket me? Anything,” my voice trailed but firm enough to emphasize I wanted to do anything he wanted. “Anything huh, boy?” He looked at me. I looked back. Silence. My eyes scanned his face. Chiseled. Sweaty and tan. Scruffy. Greying hair, but still mostly black. Sharp nose. Strong jawline. Rough skin. Big lips. He smirked, and his eyebrows quickly flexed down in the direction of his crotch. Through the fabric, it looked strained. Perhaps from the layers from the uniform, the position he was in, or that he had a big cock. My hole twitched. My heart started racing. My feet trembling slightly. He grabbed his crotch again and that was all I could handle. I lunged forward, grabbed his cock, and started slobbering over the fabric. I’m licking his pants for dear life, buckling my ass back and forth. He grabbed my hair and stopped me. He motions to the backseat. So we both hop out and move to the backseat. He starts undoing his shirt, unbuttoning one by one. He takes it off to reveal a white sweaty tank top. I dive in and sniff his pits. I go crazy rubbing my face in his sweaty, hairy pits. He raises his arms to give me better access. After a few minutes of that, he pulled my hair and moved my face to his, giving me a wet, passionate kiss. I was so turned on by this situation. Feeling so slutty with a cop on duty. And by the way he was kissing me, I could tell he was turned on too. I took off my shirt and shorts. I was naked (went commando babyyyyyyyy!). He unbuckled his big belt and unzipped his pants. I felt a small bit of heat release. I dove in and sniffed. It was so musky and warm. Smelled of old and new sweat. A bit of precum and urine. Smelled so fucking good. Goddamn. I began licking and sucking to try to absorb some of his juices. He stopped me at some point, kicked me back gently but decisively, and kept his foot outstretched. He hopped up and took off his pants in one slow, but very smooth motion, and put the foot that had been resting against my chest down. He had to have been in great shape. What he just did took a lot of core and leg strength. Fuck my hole twitched. He was wearing a jock. Damn. He motioned me forward. He grabbed a small brown bottle from one of the compartments on his belt, shook it, and uncapped the top. He put his thumb over the top. With his other hand, he motioned me forward. I moved my face slightly lower than his to show that I belonged to him in this moment. He put the bottle under my nostril and plugged my other nostril with his other hand. “Sniff real good, boy.” I sniffed and I sniffed until my lungs couldn’t hold anymore air. I shook my head and he released me. I was turned on by everything. I was feeling the poppers, and it made me so horny. I dove into him. Lifted up his shirt and started licking and kissing. He pulled me up and we made out hard. It was so fucking hot. He fed me again but told me to hold it in for as long as I can this time. He then took off his jock and out jumped his thick ass cock.

Las Saturday night I was at party Mixed crowd and we were hays good time These two middle age couples approached me The wives said they had never saw two guys go to it. They knew I was a gay bottom Could the husbands fuck me while they watched well the drinks and curiosity got to me and I agreed Their house was two blocks away and off we went I got naked as well as the two husbands The two wives went done to bra and panties. no mention was made of condoms both husbands one after the other climbed on top of me and fucked me They both blew two loads in my ass. The wives really thought is was hot. They mentioned it that maybe we could do it again The one couple said there 23 year old son might want to join in too

Just spoke to the first guy I gifted after I converted. He just got confirmation of his own first successful convert. I'm officially a poz grandpa. Very proud and very happy

chatting with this hot, huge, great bodied man, almost seemed to good to be true, he got right to the point and said he needed a hole to use and Breed on his lunch break. and of course I said, use my bubble butt please. sent address, he actually shows up! and holy wow. drops his pants and a 12 in, thick cock flops out. he says, suck it, then I hope you are able to take this raw. I drop to my knees. we goes balla deep down my throat the flips me over. Spits on my hole. then just goes balls deep. it hurt so good. he breeds me for an hour. my hole went numb within 10 min lol he shot such a huge load in me, after he got up, spank my ass and got dressed and left. I layed there, dripping his cum from my wrecked stretched hole. in complete bliss. I get a message 10 min later saying he's coming back after work to pound me again.

So last night I met a guy on recon and short profile but good what he likes but mentioned anal massage. I replied to him and he lived no far from me . We chatted a little and I sent some body pics. He asked if I would like a full body massage and I said yes. I arrived and he was in good shape white mid 50. He brought me to his bedroom and said strip and lay facedown head at the end. I did and he got into shorts grabbed a bag and climbed on the bed. I felt some lotion on me and rubbed hard and deep. I was feeling great and relaxed. As he got to my ass he rubbed a bit harder and more lotion or something on my ass and hole and rubbed more. I could hear him making growing moans. Rubbed my ass and hole for some time and reaching for my balls and cock and pulled them out and massaged my cock. I felt him move around and I felt something wrap around my ankle then the other. He moaned and said this will help keep your leggs in position. Then the straps pulled tight and my leggs were spreading wide. Then he laid on me reaching for something and pulled a strap and put it on my wrist and then the other. He said relax as he tighten them so my arms now were wide to the corners of the bed. He went back and was moaning as he rubbed my hole and ass fir sometime. I was so hot and feeling good. He bent over me a stuck a ball gage in my mouth I tried to move but he got it in fast and tight. Now back rubbing my back ass and leggs. I feel him putting lube on my hole and something going in. Hebwas breathing heavy as it was going in and out. This was going on for some time. And yes felt great. He pushed something big in I almost screamed as it popped in. He got off the bed and shoved pillows under my hips and now my ass was up. He walked around to my face pulled the gag off and stuck his cock in my face.. oh boy did I suck it till it got so hard.. he pulled my head away and got on the bed and pulled out the toy. He was moaning a bit had to be stroking by the way the movement was and he said I'm fucking you.. He slipped his cock in and started to pump away. He slapped my ass a few times as he was pumping. This lasted for some time and felt great. Then he moaned loud and exploded. He laid on me for a bit and got off. He walked away and left me laying there. He came back after a few minutes and was stroking and starring at me. I saw he was getting hard again and climbed on the bed and fucked me again but for a long time. He exploded again and pulled out. He walked to my head and said clean my cock so I did. He unstraped me and said this is our 1st meet. Next time I have a sling and more toys to use.. I said I'll be back

Last friday evening i was in a gay bar. Nothing much happened until an older man started talking to me. And after some chitchat i felt his hand on my butt. I asked him if he wanted to go outside. Older men are a weakness of mine and i shouted 'yes' inside when he asked me to go to the alley behind the bar. It's a dark alley where nobody ever comes so i pulled my trousers down and bend over against a wall. A moment later i felt his hands on my hips and his foot pushing my legs apart. 'You want to be bred, boy?' he whispered in my ear. 'yes sir, please breed me, i need your cum', was enough to make him enter my ass ballsdeep. It felt great when he started fucking. While he told me i was a filthy slut i kept begging him to breed me. We were a perfect couple and after some minutes he shot his load deep inside me. When he walked away i stood there for a while and felt his seed dripping down my leg.

love those sleazy old bookstores.... the stale poppers and cum smell alone.... woof. 💗

I always love it when people say "I'm not into politics." But you know what? Politics is ALWAYS INTO YOU. Politics affects LITERALLY everything in our society. It always has. The right will not be happy until they've overturned Obergefell (the right to marry) and Lawrence v Texas (which invalidated sodomy laws) and pushed us all back in the closet or we're all dead.

Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thong bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss It had been a year since the day Barry had made such an ass of himself out of his jealousy for his brother and how life had changed in that year The drug Pameceamp;, with its anti-aging properties, had hit the market. Both he and Nick had reverted their visible age just a bit and they looked somewhere between 25 and 30 now Tex, who had been in his late 50s had taken off about 15 years and barely changed at all. His face was now totally unlined and he stood a little straighter. Any hint of gray was gone from his hair but other than that he looked the same. He had never really shown his true age and had reverted mainly for health reasons and to increase his sexual stamina. He coul;d wear both his sons out and still want more now It had taken three months to completely earn Nick’s trust. Those three months had actually been a lot of fun though. Barry was am award winning costume designer and he made outfits for himself and Nick that were adorable. They had hired a professional photographer and now had an album full of the two of them, dressed as boys, doing boyhood things, fishing in coveralls, checkered shirts and straw hats, playing catch with a football in 1050s style football uniforms, complete with the old style helmets, eating hotdogs at the baseball park in vintage looking jerseys and ball caps Each set of pictures started dressed looking innocent, the next would show Nick pressing Barry’s hand to the bulge in his pants then them making out, Nick pulling his little brother’s pants down and finally fucking his bent over little brother, They had done the project in secret and given Tex the album on his birthday. Their dad had loved it When Barry had time they were going to do some “Dad fucks his sons” photos. Barry was already working on the costumes He had had time to work with Nick because his delayed project got completely canceled. For a while he thought he would have to move back to Broadway and take a job he didn’t really want “A boy’s got to eat” He told his brother and his dad “Even award winning costume designers don’t make any money when they aren’t working. I don’t want to take this job but I may have to. I don’t like the producer. He second guesses everything I do” The next day he got an alert from his bank and checked his balance, the day before he had had about $15,000 today the balance read #15,000,000 “Ummm can one of you two explain why there is 15 million dollars in my bank account?” he asked his brother and his dad who had both been acting odd and had exaggerated looks of innocence on there faces “Your fairy godmother died and left you a fortune?” Nick asked then both he and his dad cracked up “The money I have gotten came from your grandfather” Tex told him “It’s only right I pass some down to his grandkids, I did the same for Carry. Don't worry, all tptal both gifts were less than 10% pf my current bank balance. I didn’t bankrupt myself. Oh you have an appointment next week with a tax professional about how much you need to put aside for Uncle Sam” “I wish I could have met Grad dad” Barry said “No you don’t” Nick and Tex said in stereo “Remember what Tex and I had to get married?” Nick asked “The man was an evil, butter old bastard" “Yeah, you are probably right” Barry said thinking about it Soon after that Nick declared that he was completely forgiven and that night his father and Nick had fucked him a total of 5 times. The next night he became the 2nd man in the world to fuck his brother and maybe the fourth or fifth to fuck his dad After that he and Nick flip fucked fairly often but Tex almost never bottomed There was something special about sliding his cock into his straight big brother. Nick got off on the incest, not being with another man so he and Dad were the only men he let fuck him “Yeah my Big Bro loves his brother’s cock deep in him. You wants that family breeding, don’t you? You want me to squirt you full of your nephews and nieces. I wish I could put my baby in you" Barry had growled in his brother’s ear and Nick had cum so hard his ass spasmed around Barry’s cock, making him breed that straight hole two months later Nick got a delivery and modeled some very sexy clothes for Dad and him. “Where did you get those? They are very well made” Barry said examining the clothes closely “From Dad’s favorite clothing store, Daddy’s Boy Limited., he has a shop down in the gay district, We can take you there if you want” Nick said “I’d love to go" Barry said. Shopping was his second favorite activity after sex “I’m going to bring that album you two made me, the owner, wade will love it” Tex said When they got to the store Barry was extravagant with his praise of the shops wares “These are so well made! They will last for years and they look great!” The owner, Wade, who looked maybe 10 years younger than when Nick had first met him, about 50ish, was still firmly muscular with silver hair and fur, smiled and said “Thank you” Then he seemed to look at Barry closer and blushed, which on a man his age and size was absolutely adorable. A look of absolute hero worship came into Wade’s eyes and he said “That’s high praise from someone like you Mr. Billings” “How did you know my last name?” Barry asked “Are you kidding? I love your work! You were robbed when you didn’t get that first Tommy award and so deserved the one you did win!” Wade said enthusiastically “And don’t get me started about the outfit that got you that Emily award!” Nick hid a smile. This hugely muscled silver Daddy sounded like a teenage girl who had just met her favorite boy band member “That’s the first time a fan of my work has ever recognized me” Barry said blushing himself “I am so flattered” The two gazed at each other and both Nick and Tex got one of those flashes of insight that hit them from time to time.. This one made them both happy and a little sad Wade and Barry were meant to be together. They may not know it yet but it was going to happen. Nick and his dad had talked about a three way marriage with Barry but they would never stand in the way of him finding a true love of his own ******************************* Gabriel and Ezekiel watched from behind their two agent’s eyes as they often did This was an important change and would lead to greater happiness and fulfillment for all involved Wade and Barry had things to do together and while the effects would not be earthshaking, the example they would set would be the difference between many young LGBTQ people choosing life over death ******************************* “I design all the clothes in the shop and I’m a costume design junkie” Wade said “I’m not in your league though. I’m better at quality and production than I am design” “I love your designs! They are perfect fir what you design them for” Barry said back “Wade, take a look at these, Barry designed them for he and his brother” Tex said. He knew Wade would take “brother: to mean two subs who served the same Daddy so, because he had known Wade for years and trusted him he added “Nick and Barry are both my biological sons” “And you are married to Nick?” Wade asked wide eyed Nick nodded proudly “He’s the center of my life. I could not have a better husband” Normally Nick would freak to hear their secret blurted out so openly but he knew exactly what Tex was doing and why “Fuck, that’s so hot” Wade said “Barry is single though” Nick said offhandedly Both Barry and Wade missed the significance if that statement for the moment Nick and Tex were not so subtly letting the gorgeous silver Daddy know he would not be poaching if he approached Barry Wade went through the album and his eyes widened “These are incredible! You look like men but the clothes convey the suggestion of youth so well! This is, bar none, the best Boy Kink wear I have ever seen!” “I would buy those for my sons if I saw them in a shop for sure” Tex said “They would sell like hotcakes” Wade agreed Nick had an idea, one that he knew was the right way to go as soon as it popped into his head “Barry, you are between projects and you have enough money to live off for a while. Maybe you and Wade could work together on a new DBL line of kink wear” “Could you make something like these in great enough numbers?” Barry asked Wade nodded “I work with a manufacturer who hires seamstresses and tailors around the country who work from home, It’s a subsidiary of Ze-Corp” “We know the owners of Ze-Corp very well. They live so close they rate our sexual encounters if we forget to close the drapes” Nick said, remembering Tommy and Red standing at their window, holding up score cards when Tex and he first made love. He and Tex were exhibitionist so they forgot the drapes fairly often Tommy, Red and Zeke own Ze-Cprp?” Barry asked impressed. He had met the neighbors several times and always got perfect 10s from Red and Tommy for hs sexual performances “100% of it between the three of them” Tex nodded “I have an offer from Ze-corp to buy 49% of DBL and take it national” Wade said “Zeke loves Tommy and Red in my clothes” “I think I will talk to Zeke, I’d like to invest in DBL as well” Nick said “We have done a few joint ventures that worked out well” “Your name and reputation would help tremendously” Wade said “Kink wear designed by Emily and Tommy award winner Barry Billings” he said holding his arms wide “What other kink designer can say something like that?” the silver Daddy finished They did talk to Zeke and what was worked out was Nick and Ze-Corp each had 24.5% equity, Wade and Barry each had 25.5% “We can give them our equity as a wedding present” Nick told Tex with a smile Wade had asked Barry out before they left the shop that day *********************** Barry was nervous, hehe had been dating Wade for six months and there was something he had to tell the man, If it went well he fully intended to ask the man to marry him on the spot. He had never met anyone he got along better with than Wade, when they worked together it was like they had one mind, instantly understanding each other, most of the times they didn’t even have to finish a sentence before the other understood The date went well but Barry could not make himself bring up the subject on his mind. This could end everything. Wade had tried to bring something up several times too but stopped looking worried “Lets go back to my place. I have something I want to show you” Wade finally said “Showing you may be easier than telling you” Barry sat in a chair just outside the door to Wade’s bedroom. It was a small two vedroom condo and the master bedroom was directly off the living room. Wade said he needed to change clothes to show him what he wanted to Barry decided maybe he could tell Barry if he was not looking at him “Wade, there is something I have to tell you…” he said then faltered again “What? That you are HIV positive and if I am with you I will end up that way too?” Wade asked from the bedroom with a smile in his voice “How did you…” Barry started “I was there the night Zeke pozzed your Dad. It was a memorable event since no one had ever seen Tex bottom before. It was a hot scene to watch. I know Tex never plays safe and I know he fucks you. It’s not hard to figure out. I’m fine with it. I even want it if it comes from you” Wade said “Ok, I’m ready, close your eyes” Wade said and he sounded really nervous “They’re closed” Batty said He heard Wade move to just in front of him “Ok. open them” Wade said Barry opened them and his jaw dropped “You… look… absolutely… fucking… ADORABLE wade, and so fucking sexy! Barry said Wade was dressed in an exact copy of his little brother fishing outfit, perfectly fitted to his hairy muscular body “Barry, not all sons have to be younger than their Daddy and I want you to be my Daddy so fucking bad” Wade said with his heart in his eyes You would not think so to look at the two of them but Barry was the dominant personality in their relationship. Wade was expressing a wide submissive streak that turned Barry on like crazy. This gorgeous, muscular, fur covered silver Daddy wanted to be his submissive! His Son! And far from wanting Barry to stop having sex with his father and brother, Wade wanted to be tied up and made to watch! “Have you been a good boy today Son?” Barry asked and he saw the front of Wade’s coveralls tent out in a hefty bulge “Yes Daddy! I have been really really good!” He said back excitedly Barry groped his own growing bulge and said “Good boy! Why donlt you bend over this chair and let Daddy reward you with his gift” “You have a gift for me? Oh wow! What is it Daddy” the silver furred boy asked “I;m going to fuck your littl eboy ass and infect you with HIV Son, isn’t that a great gift?: came the reply “Ooooo Yes! I want Daddy’s gift so bad!!” Wade said and as Barry stood he bent over the chaor putting his hands on the arms and flexing his huge muscles Barry dropped his pants and stepped out of them then pulled off his shirt He undid the four buttons that held up the flap on Wade’s coveralls, two in front and two in back, and removed it to expose the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen It was round and firm, covered with silver hair that darkened as it ran down into his crack. His cock and balls were plump and hung down heavily a P.A. was visible through the slit in his foreskin which covered the entire head even ib this aroused state, Those may have been the biggest balls Barry had ever seen and he had seen some huge ones “Oh Son! Daddy loves your beautiful ass so much! I have to poz you! I have to put my viral babies in your blood!” Barry groaned, his cock rock hard and dripping toxic pre “Do it Daddy! Breed your Son! I want Daddy’s babies in me!” Wade moaned Barry probed and found the hole that eagerly awaited him, he slid 11 inches of cock up that muscled ass in one long slow thrust as his Son panted and begged for more Barry grabbed those firm, trim hips and began to pound sliding in and out with a deliberate, grinding pace as Wade moaned “I love my Daddy! I love him so much! I want Daddy’s gift! I want to be pregnant with Daddy’s toxic baby!” “Fuck Son! I love you too! I need you in my life so fucking much! I’m going to poz you now! You want my viral baby and I’m going to give it to you! Right now!” and Barry’s balls pumped his toxic cum deep into that silver furred neg ass They both heard the door unlock and start to open but they couldn’t stop The feeling of Daddy shooting toxic cum full of viral blood invaders sent Wade over the edge and as the door swung open he spewed cum all over the chair below him They both heard a voice say “Oh gees Dad I go away for six months and you turn into a slut on me!” Barry looked and saw a version of Wade who looked his own age standing there with an enormous bulge in his jeans He and the man locked eyes and something seemed to pass between them, Barry felt his cock start to get hard again seconds after he had cum With a smile Barry stepped back, gestured to Wade’s exposed ass and the man close the door and walked forward unzipping his pants “Alan no! You cant!” Wade said and started to stand “Freeze right where you are Son! Daddy did not tell you that you could stand up!” Barry barked Wade froze “But Daddy, he’s my Son… we can’t fuck,,, it’s so wrong” Wade said sounding troubled “Ny dad and my brother fuck me all the time, I’m the wrong one to try that line on Son” Bayyu said gently “I want to watch you son fuck you. if you love Daddy you will let him” Then he thought o something “I’m poz and toxic and I just came in his ass, I figured you shold know before you rammed in raw” Barry said Alan shrugged “It’s treatable now, I get the feeling we will be seeing each other a lot and I’m very versatile so why don’t you poz me while I finally get to breed my Dad like I have wanted to do since I was about 13 it will probably happen soon anyway” “How can I refuse an offer like that?” Barry said rubbing his toxic cock lewdly The cock Alan pulled out as he stepped behind his dad, was a thick 9 inches long “Alam,,,” Wade said in a doubtful voice “Shut up Bitch! You heard your Daddy! Take your son’s cock!” He said putting it to his father’s dripping hole and shoving in Barry pulled down Alan’s pants further and the darkly furred man stepped out of them Next went his shirt and Barry was thrilled to see very large, pierced nipples pushing out of the dark chest fur They were over half an inch across and stuck out almost an inch “Someone like to pump their nipples” Barry though and decided he would do the same to Wade, it looked so hot on his Son Barry took position behind Alan and pushed into his hole slowly. The darker bear grunted and waited for Barry to get all the way in before he started sliding in and out of his father’s ass Timing his strokes to meet Alans pulling out of his Dad Barry began to fuck his 2md neg ass in less than half an hour He reached around and found Alans huge nipples and twisted making the man moan and hiss “Thank you Sir!” he picked up the pace fucking his father and fucking himself in Barry’s toxic 11 incher Instinct made Barry say “Call me Master. I just claimed your father as my Son and now I’m claiming his son as my slave” Daddy Tex had trained both his sons well “Fuuuk, Yes Master! Claim me and poz my ass!” Alan said Alan was a little vulnerable right now. His unexpected appearance tonight was because he had left his Master the day before. The man didn’t respect limits and had pushed to far once to often He knew his Dad always had room for him so he had come home, The man fucking him must be the Barry Dad was so in love with. He had mentioned him several times when they had talked on the phone. Alan had never accepted a new Master so quickly but he knew from what his Dad had told him that Barry could be trusted and that he would not say such a thing without being serious. Besides this felt right and he owed the man for finally letting him get his cock into his dad who had been putting him off since he was 18 Alan moaned as his new Master pinched hid nipples just right, just the perfect amount of pressure and twist he wasn’t going to last long like this “You ready for my poz seed boy?” Master asked and his dad groaned and started stroking himself “Yes Master! Please! Poz your new slave!!” Alan groaned, Then he felt that huge cock pulsing deadly virus into his willing neg hole. His eyes rolled bacl in his head as everything overwhelmed him and hic cock bred his own father for the first time Wade shuddered at that point and shot his 2nd load onto that poor innocent chair. Getting the white stains out would be a bitch but he didn’t care. He may just leave it like it was as a reminder of today All three stood there panting and catching their breath Barry smiled down at the mess they had made. there was one thing more he had to do He found the little box in his pants pocket and took Wade’s hand pulling him to the center of the room Naked, sweaty and still dribbling cum from his half hard cock he knelt on one knee still holding that hand and looked up into the Wade's face. opening the little box and exposing the rings “I love you so much Wade, you are more than I ever dreamed I would find in a man. I need you in my lif and my bed forever. Will you marry me?” Wade’s eyes teared up and he was so emotional all he could do was nod and say “yes… yes” “I’m glad I got to see that. What a great story it will make for the grandkids!” Alan said as Barry slipped the ring onto Wade’s finger and handed Wade a matching one to put on his Alan came over and hugged them warmly and the said “I’ll be in my room Dad” and he went to grab the duffle he had dropped inside the door and went into the smaller bedroom Barry called Nick to let him know he would not be home that night then he and Wade went into the bedroom and made out gently till they fell asleep in each other’s arms The next morning he headed home to share the news Barry stepped off the elevator and called out “Lucy, I’m home!” “Haha” came Nick’s voice from the living room “Get in here and show your Big Brother some love” Batty skipped in like a little kid and plopped into Nick’s lap kissing him then snuggled into his chest “Did ya miss me Big Bro?: he asked “We both missed you Son” His dad said as he walked in from the pool. Tex was wearing one of his thing bathing suits that barely hid his massive cock, which swung from side to side as he walked “Dad!” Barry bounded up threw himself into his father’s arms for a kiss “Welcome back Son” Tex said cupping his ass in his two large hands and returning the kiss “So did you pop the question?: Nick asked from behind him “Yes! And he said YES!!!!!” They shared a family hug and kiss, Barry didn’t see the tinge of sadness in their eyes. They were happy for him but they didn’t want to lose him “You won’t believe everything else that happened though! Let me tell you!” Barry went on excitedly By the time he finished with his story Nick and Tex were not sad anymore. They just saw a ton of fun on the horizon ************************* The next day Nick got a phone call. He had not seen the name that came up on his phone in almost two decades. "I guess I'm not the only one who has kept their numbers and is compulsive about keeping all my contacts for that long “Norma, is that you?” he answered “Last time I checked it was” came the reply Norma had been his high school sweetheart They had been lovers for a short time then suddenly her dad had packed them up and moved across the country “How have you been?” Nick asked. He had an idea because he heard the unmistakable sounds of a hospital in the background “Not so good Nick, to be honest I don’t have much time left, Days if I am lucky. This cancer is very aggressive. Listen there is something I have to tell you. Dad passed a couple years ago so there is no one else now. Nick, I was pregnant when Dad moved us, That’ why he moved us” Are you saying I have a child, Norma?” He asked shaking a little “No I’m saying you have twins, two boys, just a few months shy of 18 now bur still just kids. You are listed as their father on their birth certificate and my will leaves you custody. Please take care of my boys Nick, they are your boys too. Dad would never let me tell you and I guess that became a habi. All I can do is say I’m sorry” “That’s not important now Norma, where are you?” Two hours later Nick and Tex were on the Ze-Corp corporate jet. Zeke had lent it to then without question He got to see Norma before the end and he let her know he forgave her Standing out in the hall with Tex he cried into his chest. Norma had been special to him “Babe, I think you should turn around” Tex said his voice a little shaky As he turned he saw two young men and there was no doubt who they were His mother’s eyes stared out of younger versions of Barry’s face “So, you are our dad” One of them said Nick didn't know what to do or say. He spread his arms slightly and said “Boys… I” Suddenly they were both hugging him and crying like the broken hearted kids they were Nick stroked their hair which was the same color and texture his mom’s had been and said “I don’t know you two, but I love you and I will always take care of you, always protect you. No matter what” Tes watched his son hold and comfort his grandsons and knew he felt the exact same way towards these two strangers who had just burst into their lives **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Double Trouble At A Wedding Let me know what you think Scanbu

I’m vers; my husband is usually top only sometimes bottom. When I’m getting fucked by my husband it’s about him wanting me, him needing my hole, me making him fuck me like a crazy man, me making him unable to hold back … and ultimately his load is like the culmination and validation of all that. And his load inside me is always an honor to have his DNA inside me. When I’m getting fucked by a play-mate it’s all about my control of the top by using my hole; working him up, taunting him and working him up more, milking his load out of him and taunting him about him losing control. If I can make him suck his seed out of my hole even better.

For me, it's both. I love being fucked. Love that feeling that I'm being used, knowing I'm making my top's cock feel amazing. But OMG, I NEED him to shoot his load deep inside me. I crave that reward, and the knowledge that I did well, that my body gave another male that ultimate pleasure, and he deserved it.

Maybe not disgusting, but I did end up filthy. My wife was away but I didn't want to host. A guy with a BBC who had bred me before wanted to meet up. We met nearby at a Taco Bell and decided to find a place in the industrial area nearby. This was at night, so all the businesses were closed. We parked behind a building and went behind a dumpster. I pulled my pants down, bent over, and he eased his big cock in my ass. Just when it was feeling good, we saw headlights coming down behind the building, most likely security. We got in the car and left. We drove around and found a construction site that was empty. They were renovating a building. While we couldn't get into the building, there was a block of concrete outside that was the perfect height for me to lay back on and have him fuck me missionary. He was back in me in no time and fucking me good and hard. After about 10 minutes, he shot a huge load in my ass. When I got home, I was covered in dust and dirt, but it was worth it.

i think it depends on why you cannot get hard? Sex is physical, but it's also hugely affected by cognition and emotion. i get rock hard when a Top talks to me about wanting to breed me, use my hole, inseminate me, piss on/in me, etc.. (my list is pretty long lol). If a guy wants me to fuck him? No response. Even when i want to try, nothing. i love Mens asses, they are one of my favorite parts of Their anatomy, a huge turn on, but i have no desire/need to penetrate. Even getting sucked. i've had FB's where i allow getting sucked, but it really does little to nothing for me. i will get sort of hard while it's happening if i don't think about it, but any focus on my penis as a penetrative organ, it goes flaccid. i do think meds like viagra can help, but i also think there can be a placebo effect in play with those drugs.

Taking a break from this for a couple weeks, hopefully less time, until work dies down a bit more. To come, a cloudy motel gang bang and more!

Oh fuck … next chapter, please

I suppose it was in a junkyard somewhere in Ohio. While it wasn't "disgusting", it was a bit daring. I was traveling with a good buddy to an event in NY State, and had heard via the "old-car" grapevine about a particularly good junkyard in rural Ohio, full of decent old (mostly postwar) cars with lots of good parts still left, and we actually found it out in the sticks on an older two-lane highway. Pulled in, grabbed our toolbags, paid and went in. The employee that we paid to get in was a decent-looking guy, seemed really friendly, all of that. Just inside the fence, sitting in a growth of tall bushes was a '49 Buick FastBack that looked intriguing. My buddy was into Mopars, so he went on further into the junkyard, but I wanted a sniff of that Buick (it was in pretty good shape), and there were a couple of other old cars in the area too, but most of the cars were further on. So, I went to investigate the others right in that area,, intending to stop and give the Buick a look-over on the way to the rest of the junkyard. My buddy had gone further down into the junkyard. When I got back there (to the Buick), the kid behind the counter was actually standing on top of that Buick, barely visible among the bushes and tree branches, doing a "bump-n-grind". Well !!! I'd never expected to see anything like that ... but apparently my Cock had been expecting it, because my "brainless buddy" got as hard as the "teeth" in that Buick's front bumper. The trees/bushes looked like they hadn't ever been trimmed, and I crawled right up that "slant-back" car and fucked that kid like crazy. I don't think anyone could have seen, and it was so outrageous (to me - a "big-city-guy") - that it was a really hottttt fuck. After I pumped my load up his gut, he turned around and shot a huge load all over my t-shirt & jeans. After that, I picked up my tools and went further into the junkyard and found my buddy - who looked me up and down and just said "you didn't !!!" And then he said "of course you did ...". It turned out to be a really great junkyard, we found quite a number of old MoPars and got some great parts. When we hauled our treasures back to the office to pay, the clerk - maybe still full of my load - just smiled, took the money, and said cum again, guys, accenting the "cum". And we all had a good laugh.

I huffed on the bottle of poppers like my life depended on them. I was three big hits in before I felt Sir's hands on my hole. One flick of fingers upwards and he plunged them in. I moaned like a bitch in heat and he hummed his approval. "Good boy, four down to the knuckle in one. I love your loose cunt, pig," he said as he twisted his hand back and forth a little. "Take another hit, you're getting the full fist next." I did as I was told, breathing deeply in through my nostril and holding it in. I waited, but he didn't change what he was doing, so I took another deep hit. He slowly pulled out as I sniffed the bottle and held his fingers at my hole, waiting for me to finish my hit. I held for a few seconds before I exhaled and my top started pushing his hand inside me. I groaned loudly, again. I panted as he got to his knuckles and he spat on both his hand and my hole again. "You can take it, boy. Relax that pig hole for me." His fist slid in, stretching me wide. "Good, boy. Now just enjoy the ride." He worked slowly, at first. He swapped hands, once I was loose enough for him to fuck me properly, spitting at my cunt the whole time. I realised that I didn't even want the lube I'd left in the car, I was enjoying the spit a cum cocktail being worked into my hole walls. I was moaning in ecstasy, loving every movement of the man behind me. After a while, he sped up his fist fuck of my hole. My moans turned into growls and I melted further into the bed. I followed his instructions, but could barely move without an order. More poppers, push back, relax, push my hole out, lift my cunt back up. He kept me on my knees for a long time, working my hole wide. "You're so fucking sloppy, pig. I'm working those loads in so deep." He slipped fingers from both hands inside me and pulled them apart. "Look at that cunt, boy!" He slipped them both back out and hooked them around my hips and lifted, "come on, boy, give me your cunt. Keep it nice and high for me, I like watching your dick drip. It's not stopped leaking. And through your jock. So fucking hot." I followed his instructions, pulling my knees closer together and propping my ass in the air for him. I took the opportunity to look back, under my body and saw what he had told me about my dick. I was soft in my jock, but there was a clear string of pre-cum connected to a wet pool on the bed beneath me. I had no idea before, but I loved it now. I moaned my pleasure for him, as I felt his hands leave my hips and anticipated his fists. Instead, his hands reached to the pool of pre-cum on the bed and scooped what he could, then swirled them in the string coming from my jock. "This should be nice a slick for that cunt, pigboy," he said to me. I felt his fingers pushing into me and I moaned at the knuckles forcing their way in. I could feel the slimy pre-cum from my own dick and I loved it. I hit the poppers without instruction and let my hole relax around his wrist. He twisted his hand, clenched it into a fist and started to pull out. This was the most he had stretched me so far. I didn't know if this was more or less than the double fuck I'd enjoyed earlier, but I loved it all the same. I growled as I felt myself stretch open and I heard it matched with a growl of his own. "That's fucking hot, I'm gonna punch you now. Hit the poppers again." He played inside me whilst I took three more hits and made myself dizzy holding them. Once I had exhaled the last hit, I felt his clenched fist at my hole. I didn't think he'd ever manage it, but he pushed in so hard that my hole gave way willingly and he made it all the way in. The noise I had made was somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a yelp of pain. I wanted him to do it again and I knew I didn't have to ask. He started punch fisting me slowly, like he had started. I enjoyed feeling so wide and open, but didn't think he'd get back in with a full fist every time. He didn't fail once, but I was still disbelieving each punch. After a few minutes, I felt him pick up his pace. He was still going slow and controlling my poppers, for which I was grateful, but I could feel myself pushing back against him now. I was craving more. "Such a fist pig. Glad I found you, boy. I'm gonna do some hard and fast ones, get ready. Two more hits." I hit the brown bottle and relaxed my hole for him. I was almost disappointed when I felt his fingers and not his clenched fist. I wasn't disappointed for long, as he meant what he had said. 'Hard and fast' was right. I was no longer growling, but whining. He went in and out faster than I could process, whilst he counted. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten." He stopped there and asked "how was that, boy?" I whined and panted before I got any words out. "Amazing, Sir. Fuck. You're wrecking me." "Yeah I am, boy. You've got a great cunt. Loose and ready for anything. And you've not bled today, your cunt is fucking amazing. Ten more." He counted ten more fast, alternating each hand he fucked me with, leaving me almost flat on the bed. "Lift up, boy," he told me. I did my best, but needed his help. My legs were shaking like never before, I'm surprised they held me at all. "I'm gonna try one last thing for that cunt of yours right now. Not sure if you'll be able to take it, so hit those poppers again. Four big hits, go on." I hit the brown bottle again, my head spinning as he told me to hold the last hit. I felt his fingers go in, but his thumb and he stopped at the knuckles. I wondered what he was about to try, keeping my hole as loose as I could. His dick touched my hole and I realised what was about to happen. My dick started growing immediately in anticipation. I hoped I could take it, I loved someone fisting and fucking me at the same time, but his dick was so thick I didn't know if it would work. I promised myself it would and I hit the poppers again. "That's right, boy. Get ready." He pushed forward, his dick sliding inside me with ease and we both moaned our pleasure out loud. He pumped back and forth, while he moved his hand up and down his shaft at the same time. My hole was loose, but this was a tight fit. I could feel his thumb straining to get in and he seemed stuck at the knuckles, unable to go further. "Fuck boy, I think I'm being too eager. You need a bit more prep for that," pulling his hand out and plunging his dick in, down to his balls. He leaned forward, hovering his torso over my back and lay down on top of me. My legs couldn't hold him, I collapsed into the bed and turned to look at him. Before I could speak, one of his hands was stuffed in my mouth, covered in my pre-cum, his spit and the cum I'd taken earlier. I savoured the taste of my hole, cleaning his hand to the best of my ability. He kept fucking me into the bed, whilst I found myself licking from his wrist to his fingertips. "Thank you, Sir." I said. I felt so piggy, so turned on by the way he treated me. I wanted more and not just his strain. I think I wanted him. "I fucking love this, you're making me such a pig." "This isn't my doing, boy. You're a pig all on your own, you're just with an equally nasty pig right now. We're nasty fuckers and we're letting ourselves enjoy each other." He said, making me blush somehow. "I want you to mark me. Make me yours, Sir." I begged him. "You're gonna be mine, don't worry, pig. You're gonna have my mark inside you forever, once I'm done. You're gonna keep coming back to me for the next few months, until I've pozzed you up. Aren't you, boy?" He asked me. "Yes, please, Sir. That's what I want. I want you to poz me. Please? Please infect me. I want it to be you. Stretch my cunt out and poz it up." "You fuckin' bet, boy."

Paul was about to snap. Seven years in prison can do that to you and the letter he held in his hand had devastated him He was tall and thin, with long ginger hair, soft brown eyes, pale skin and a nice round ass. When he had first arrived here he had been “protected” by the prison’s top dog Tony Santorin, a man with significant influence both inside and outside of the prison’s walls. The price of that protection was Paul’s ass Paul was gay and had been no virgin at the time. Under different circumstances he may have even found Tony attractive. Tony had been there when they had brought Paul in along with several other new inmates on a bus,tp the prison and had inspected them all “This one, he’s a pretty girl” he told the guard and shook his hand, Paul noticed the folded money that passed to the guard with that hand shake. The “pretty girl” comment made him blush but Paul knew that despite his more than ample cock and preference to be on top he came across as feminine to most men. That combination had landed him here in prison but he hadn’t known that yet Paul had been assigned as Tony’s new cell mate. Tony's cell was on the top level and the last in a row. It had been meant to house eight men but Tony and Paul had it all to themselves, It was actually comfortably furnished with a queen sized bed, two large comfortable chairs and a small dining table as well as a shower and toilet area hidden by screens “The warden owes me some favors” was all Tony said when Paul asked how he managed all this Paul could hear a low conversation that he was sure had been timed for his arrival. A good looking blond man had been grabbed as he walked towards the door to Tony’s cell and dragged into the adjoining cell by a huge bruit of a man. What are you doing Sal? You know Tony will have you killed for touching me!” the blond man said in a squeaky, frightened voice “Tony got tired of all your pouting and demands, he doesn’t need you any more, he has a new and far prettier girl now. He gave you to me so get used to being my bitch" a low voice said “I won’t put up with your shit. If you piss me off I will just hand you over to Carl over in Block C. Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for my protection. You better convince me you love me and my cock because Block C is just waiting for some fresh meat” A moment later Paul heard the sound of someone gagging and choking for a while followed by grunts of pain and bunk bed springs squeaking accompanied by that same low voice saying “I’m not a gentle lover like Tony. I like it to hurt so moan for me butch” and so on as the blond man adjusted to his new reality and moaned loudly “Block C must be terrible” Paul thought with a shudder That night he didn’t fight or protest when Tony took him to bed. He did his best to please the man in every way he could. Paul was no fool Tony was a gentle lover but when you are that hung you almost have to be, Paul had been tied up and brutally fucked by five well hung guys and not been as sore as he was the next day He had thought he would not be there long because he was innocent of the embezzlement charges that had been brought against him. Millions of dollars had vanished without a trace on his watch but Paul had no idea how. A few months later, when the court of appeals declined his case, his last hope had died Another blow came when his husband Martin had come for a visit. He had given Martin temporary guardianship of his three sons as their mother was dead Bobby was 11, Mike was 10 and Marc was 9. They all were the spitting image of their dad with his hair, eyes and build. The way things were set up, if he was still in prison then his oldest Bobby would get full custody of his younger siblings when he turned 18. Martin was just a temporary guardian. The money he had inherited from his father a couple years ago made it no burden to take care of the three boys and as Paul had no other living blood relatives. There had been no real choice “I came to tell you I am filing for divorce. Don’t worry. I will take care of the boys. They should not suffer because of you” Martin had told him Paul knew that while the boys adored their “Uncle Martin” that the man he had married was just fond of them. He didn’t like kids in general but was a good enough actor that the boys never caught on that he had tolerated them to be with Paul “I hope you appreciate the favor I am doing for you” Martin said “I could just walk away and let the foster care system take them” The divorce had been finalized quickly, all Paul cared about was that his kids were taken care of so he didn’t fight it. Tony got tired of him after a couple years and he was passed down the line of his lieutenants but eventually he found out just how bad Block C really was Carl Anderson was a large, hugely muscled, brutal looking, bald man who ruled Block C with a combination of brute force and by lending out “his boys” to men who pleased him He kept Paul as his personal bitch when he got to Block C The first thing he had made Paul do is kneel and kiss the head of his huge, vein covered, uncut cock while he ran a finger around the tattoo on his stomach. The tattoo looked evil, a biohazard symbol dripped what looked like cum mixed with blood onto the words “The Gift” written in a toxic green shade Carl smirked when he saw Paul’s eyes widen “That’s right pretty boy, kiss the cock that is going to give you HIV, worship it, open up those lips and suck it so it gets nice and hard for your first breeding” the man whispered in a surprisingly silky, sultry, sexy voice Carl put a hand behind his head and forced that toxic cock into his mouth while his other hand found his nipple and twisted with cruel fingers. Paul’s cock got rock hard despite the fear running through his mind When Carl was fully hard he forced Paul onto his back in the middle of his cell’s floor and then noticed Paul's rock hard cock that was almost as big as his own “Someone wants my gift I think” He smirked as he got between Paul’s legs and lifted them to his shoulders “Well want it or not I’m going to give it to you” and with that he pushed in balls deep Paul writhed in pain, Carl had the largest cock he had ever taken, even bigger than Tony's and the man gave him no time to adjust. Within seconds Carl was fucking him so hard that his huge, low hanging, lemon sized balls were swinging up to smack his ass crack with every thrust As Carl shredded his hole with his toxic fuck stick Paul’s cock dripped pre, the violent fucking he was getting was making it fly all over, some pf it even hitting him in the face “Here it comes, pretty boy! Here comes my viral seed to knock you up! I know you want it bad and I’m giving it to you. Take my poz load” Carl grounded then he leaned down and kissed Paul as hi fired ropes of HIV tainted cum into the neg man’s defenseless ass Paul’s cock twitched violently as he came without touching himself and they lay together kissing and trying to catch their breath. Carl fucked him twice more before he finally let Paul up Carl was fucking him four and five times a day for the next few weeks and when Paul got sick foru weeks from their first fuck, Carl had him moved to his cell and took care of him himself until he felt better The men of Block C were a little surprised as Carl had never shared a cell with anyone before. He kept Paul with him and fucked him constantly but the guys assumed it would be over soon when Carl resumed breeding every new boy who came to the Block They found out how wrong they were when one idiot asked for Paul as a reward for a favor he had done Carl The man spent the next week in the hospital Block after Carl beat the hell out of him. No one ever asked for Paul’s services again Paul grew to care for Carl, even love him, and as much as the situation allowed they were a couple “If I was ever going to get out of here I would marry you” Carl whispered in his ear as he held Paul one dark night “You were the first man who ever wanted my gift and I fell in love with you right then and there” Carl had three life sentences for his crimes. Paul never asked what he had done. he didn’t want to know “I would be honored to marry you if we could” he whispered back. Paul had grown to love this man slowly as he had opened up and let Paul see his gentle soul inside No one knew that sometimes when the lights were out that Carl would sometimes quietly bottom for Paul beneath the covers, They would spoon and pretend to be asleep as Carl pushed back on Paul and they gently rocked until Paul shot off inside his lover, then Carl would roll over and kiss him till they fell asleep Unlike Carl, Paul came up for parole every two years after his 4th year inside. He was denied at 6 years and Carl consoled him though he didn’t really seem that upset himself. Paul knew Carl wanted to keep him there A year later a letter arrived from his oldest son Bobby who had never written him before. It read: Dear Dad; I’m sorry I have never written before. Uncle Martin said you didn’t want to hear from us and that you didn’t love us anymore. I believed him just like I used to believe everything he said. He was so great with us and always took good care of me and my brothers. That all changed for me when I turned 18 a few months ago He took me out for dinner on my birthday and said it was a date. I thought he was joking because he knows I am straight but he wasn’t. He told me I now had custody of my two brothers because you had set it up that way. He said that he could legally just throw mw out and Mike and Marc would have to go with me Marc has some health issues and his medications are expensive. Uncle Martin said if he throws us out he will also remove us from his health insurance. I have never even had a part time job. Without Uncle Martin I would not have a penny and I could not take care of my them I’m not well liked in this town. I have kind of been a bully and an asshole to most of the people here, Uncle Martin never punished me or even corrected me. He never made me do my school work so I barely graduated. I don’t think anyone here would hire me and if I move II have to take Mike and Marc with me Uncle Martin says since we are not blood related that he is going to make me marry him, He says once we are married he’s going to start fucking me, That I will be his wife and slave Dad, he has HIV and he says he is going to get me pregnant with it. Even worse, he’s going to force Mike to be his slave on his 18th birthday and then infect him too. Mike is as straight as I am but he loves Marc so Uncle Martin can force him the same way he is forcing me He says he will take Marc as a slave as well when he turns 18. That’s been his plan since he married you, he says but you would not be dominated by him. You would not give him control, so he framed you for embezzlement. He didn’t inherit money, he stole it and made sure you took the blame. He’s doing his best to make sure you never get paroled as well He says as feminine as you were, you should just have accepted that you were meant to be his bottom and salve but you insisted on an equal relationship and even wanted to fuck him so he decided to get rid of you and enslave your sons when they got old enough. He’s crazy but what can I do? Marc has to have those medications for his Asthma or he could die. He also needs that EpiPen thing for his allergies Uncle Martin makes me dress in tight clothes he says are sexy and makes sure lots of people see us kissing in public. No one approves and someone even tried to have us arrested but the cop said we are not blood related and there is nothing illegal about what we are doing as long as we are both consenting adults The wedding is next week and I’m scared, dad. I’m even more frightened for my brothers. I can’t think of a way out of this, And Uncle Martin says he will throw us out if I warn them. Please write me back, Just knowing you still love me wll help, It hurt so much when Uncle Martin said you didn’t anymore. Send any replies to my friend’s house at the address listed below I love you dad Bobby Paul stared at the letter for a few moments then began to cry. Someone noticed and yelled “Hey Carl, your little sissy boy is crying” Carl was there in less than a minute. He paused and looked at a couple of his men “Take care of that asshole” he snarled and another idiot spent a week in the hospital Block You may not think that guys in prison, most of them career criminals would give a damn about a jail house romance but what Carl and Paul had was the envy of many of these men, Not the pm'y sex but the love and companionship they shared “What’s wrong baby?” Carl said sitting on the bed and putting those massive arms around him Pau showed him the letter and Carl gave a low whistle after he finished reading it Those are MY sons! He is claiming MY SONS as his slaves and there is not a damn I can do about it because I'm stuck in here" “We will figure something out Baby” Carl said. He had an idea but the cost would probably be so high he didn’t know if he could bring himself to do it. It also meant loosing the man he loved forever and Carl wondered if he could face life without his Paul **************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Bobby’s Wedding and Honeymoon Scanbu

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It took a full day to arrange but eventually Paul and Carl stood in Tony’s cell asking for his help. Tony was the only man in the prison who had any influence in the outside world “So what can I do for you two?” Tony asked in a pleasant voice. He sat in his large comfortable chair as the two stood before him Paul remembered many hours kneeling before that chair with Tony’s cock in his mouth and throat Paul told him the entire story. Tony was not an evil man and family meant a lot to him. Paul hoped that would move him to give what help he could “A sad and twisted story” Tony said “There are things I could do to help free you but have you thought about the fact that you would be an ex con and pretty much penniless? How would you take care of your sons even if you could get them away from this Martin?” “I have resources in the outside world. My family has been trying to take control of them but they are firmly legally mine. When I die they will all go to charity. I have also been petitioning the Warden to let me marry Pau; for months, If he were free and as my spouse I could give him control of those assets and he would more than be able to care for his sons. I can keep my family out of them while I am in here but I can't use them so I can’t just send money to Paul’s sons” Carl said “Oh fuck Carl” Paul said. All of this was news to him, Tony's question had decimated him till Carl spoke up. Je had not thought that far yet. “You would marry me and then live without me just to help me git my sons back?” “I’d do anything for you, Paul. You are my reason for living and if you need to go to save your sons then I can live with it. I have to” Carl said taking his hand Carl looked at Tony then actually got down on his knees “I’m willing to pay any price to help Paul. You told me years ago, when I asked you to help with my situation, that the only way you would ever help me was if I became your bitch and let you rule C Block through me. I would not do that for myself but I will do it for Paul. I will suck you and let you fuck me. I Will let you control C Block, just please help him” he pleaded with tears in his eyes. This was the price he would have to pay but Paul was worth it Tony made a disgusted noise in his throat and said “Stop being such a dram queen Carl, Get the fuck up. I said those things because at the time I couldn’t help and I didn’t want you to know that. I knew you would never go for it. Pau was the best pretty girl I ever had and many times I have wished I never let him go but if he found love that true then I’m glad I sent him your way” “You have mellowed Tony” Paul said “You were never that sentimental before” “I’m dying, Paul and that gives me a new perspective on life. I’d like to do some good before I pass away and I’ve only got a couple years to do it” he replied “No one knows that but me and my Doctor so don’t go spreading it around. I’m going to look fine till close to the end so no one will know till I'm almost gone abd that's how I want it” “I can have you paroled and out of here in six months with no problem at all but you will be on probation and even a made up charge from your Ex could easily land you right back in prison. There is another option though, it will just take longer, I was going to use it for my self ut what is the point now?” Tony said He told them what he could do and why it would take so long. It was a better option but it meant Mike’s 18th birthday would pass add Marc would almost be 18 before Paul could get out “As for your petition to be able to get married, consider it approved. The Warden still owes me many favors." He said like a benevolent grand father bestowing gifts "Some advice for you Carl. Change your will and leave everything to Paul and the his boys if something happens to him. Your family has tried to have you killed three times since you have been here. They tried to hire some of my boys to do it and I would not allow it. If you get married they may try harder” Tony said “To tell the truth, part of why I am helping you is how your family tried to use my men behind my back. I’m going to make sure they regret it” Tony said, then he waved them out They walked in stunned silence back to C Block “That went better than I expected” Paul said as they stepped into their cell “You have that effect on people, Babe” Carl told him but he was amazed that Tony could be so kind Paul wrote back to Bobby, now that they had a plan A week later he and Carl were married in the prison chapel. Tony walked Paul down the aisle like a proud papa. Carl had met with his lawyers and made the appropriate changes and altered his will as Tony had advised. Paul’s own will left everything to the boys already sp no changes were needed there Strangely, Carl lost his appetite for breaking in new boys and it fell to Paul. The truth was Cark loved watching his pretty, slightly feminine looking husband show his dominant side. Paul’s personality was so at odds with his appearance. They were almost polar opposites The first time a new boy came into Block C after the wedding Carl had asked Paul to be the one to teach him his new reality and Paul had agreed eagerly Two of Carl’s men cornered the boy who was blond, smooth and muscular. he had been the bully boy in his small Midwest town but had gone to far and pot another boy his age in intensive care for a week. Carl's men quickly subdued bully boy and tied his hands together above his head, lashing them to the cell bars, then they pulled his pants off as he thrashed and kicked Paul entered followed by Carl and the two men knelt beside the struggling boy, one on each side and grabbed his legs pulling them up till they were almost touching his chest There was no preamble as Paul simply pulled out his more than ample cock, knelt between the boys legs and started pushing into his virgin neg hole “Fucking faggot!” The boy screamed at him “You are the one getting fucked” One of the men holding his legs laughed. All around the cell, men watched through the bars as Paul took this bully boy’s ass, popping that cherry and showing him what his life would be in Block C Paul was a very good top. Before he had met Martin and after the boy’s mother had died he had cut a wide swath through the gay men in his town, he managed to fuck almost all of them before Martin moved to town and captured his heart He changed his angle and soon he had the boy moaning as he pounded his prostate. The boy’s words wen from growls and curses to whimpers, groans and begging to be fucked harder “I'm poz and I'm about to knock you up Boy! I’m going to give you HIV to welcome you to C Block. If you beg real pretty for my toxic cum I may fuck you again someday” The men holding up his legs let go and the boy didn't fight so they untied his hands. He held his own legs up as Paul continued to pound him “fuck I can’t believe how much I love your cock in me! I don’t care if you are poz! I have to have more! Fuckin breed me man! Shoot that load in me!” he begged "Greedy little slut" Paul said smirking down at the boy he had just turned inti a wanton cumdump He sped up and tossed his head back. With a groan he blasted that ass full of toxic poz seed, infecting the boy for life. Paul fucked him twice more depositing three total virus filled loads before pulling out The entire cell block was impressed and gradually Paul became co-leaders with Carl, not just Carl’s husband With Carl’s support Paul’s naturally dominant personality came to the fore and soon everyone in the block respected and even feared him a little In bed Paul started to top more often as gradually, secretly, Paul became the dominant husband in their relationship. Carl loved surrendering control to this slender, feminine appearing man late at night but they didn’t dare let anyone know. It was still Carl’s muscles that kept people in line Paul tried not to think about it when Mike's 18th birthday came and passed. It was still going to be over a year before Tony’s plan could happen. “I will take back my sons from that monster” Paul though, though the pain of giving up Carl was something he didn’t want to think about ********************* Bobby held the first letter he had received from his Dad in years. Dad had written in the beginning but had eventually given up when Bobby had not written back. Bobby had never seen those letters. Martin had simply torn them up and told the boy his Dad had not written His youngest brother Marc had never really trusted Martin. He had told Bobby that dad wrote him and sent the letters to Marc’s best friend’s house but he would never show Bobby the letters so Bobby thought he was lying. That is what give him the idea to ask dad to write him here at his friend’s house though The letter read: Dear Bobby; Son, despite the circumstances I am so glad to hear from you. I have been writing Marc for years and even hear from Mike now and then. I always asked them to tell you how much I love you. I never stopped loving any of my boys! Not one bit! I always will love you all no matter what! That love is all the help I can offer at the moment and I am so sorry I can’t do more. I do have a plan but it will take well over a year. I just hope you and Mike can endure and keep your minds free of that manipulator. Never believe anything he says! Cling to the fact that it’s all lies! I have a lover here in prison and by the time you are reading this he may be my husband. When I get out I will have the resources to take care of all three of you, thanks to him I will leave it up toi you whether to warn Mike, I think knowing too soon will just worry him and maybe make him lash out in a way that will jeopardize everything, but you know him better than I do Remember! Everything Martin says is a lie! Remember I love you abd I will take you back from him someday! Your loving father Paul Bobby read the letter three times. Far from being disappointed, he had hope now! His Dad did still love him! Someday his Dad would save him from all this! Martin was lying! He didn’t deserve this at all. He would have to play along with Martin and so would Mike but just maybe they could spare Mark He would warn Mike but not till maybe a month before his birthday. Doing it sooner would just make him worry. Yes, a month should be long enough to prepare Mike and help him fight back the only way they could The wedding had taken 9 months to plan and Master… Uncle Martin! Thinking of him as "Master" just made it harder to resist. Uncle Warren had limited their activities to kissing and playing with Bobby’s nipples during their engagement Everyone thought Bobby was a bit slow. His low grades in school, his obsession with health, fitness and supplements, His lowbrow bullying tactics all fed into that image but Bibby was just unmotivated when it came to school and not really a cruel person so he took the easy route when bullying. Anyone who really looked at the supplements he took and his workout routine would see how much thought and effort he put into maintaining his body exactly how he wanted it. He didn’t want huge muscles, he wanted a slimmer perfectly proportionate body. He had worked hard and attained his version of perfection by the time he was 16 and scrupulously maintained it now That was why the stretching and growth of his nipples and especially the coming tattoo on his ass upset him so much. Mast… UNCLE MARTIN had said the tattoo would happen after Bobby tested hiv positive and that may never happen... It was easy to slip one more pill into his daily supplements… Bobby fought back the only way he could… He was on PrEP and he could get Mike on it before Uncle Martin ever touched him Uncle Warren had not questioned when Bobby had kept taking his supplements, He had everything divided into little daily packets that were east to stow anywhere and he had been taking them so long no one noticed anymore Bobby steeled himself and headed home to his brothers and “Loving husband” with at least a little protection physically and mentally. He thought of his dad’s love and promise to save him someday as menial PrEP and smiled that he could thwart Uncle Martin…. No, even the title Uncle gave him to much authority. The man was his husband and he would call him by his name in public… He was glad he could thwart Martin as much as he was, even if it was secretly A couple weeks later Bobby pretended to be sick for a few days and noticed Martin smirking when no one was looking, Bobby was playing this game as well as he could and hopefully Martin didn’t even know he was playing at all ********************* Martin did underestimate Bobby, it was easy to do. He had decided to wait thill he had been fucking Mike long enough for them both to be poz to have them tested. The mews of the double infection would be so sweet. That was only six or seven months away. He knew it generally took about three months for someone to actually test positive after infestation Things were going well. The younger two boys suspected nothing. They were gradually getting used to Bobby and he as a couple and growing more comfortable when they acted affectionate towards each other, Bobby was slowly losing his stiffness and even seemed to return the affection sometimes The first week after the honeymoon Martin had been sitting watching a movie in the living room with the boys, his arm casually draped around Bobby’s shoulder He had Bobby wearing those skin tight shorts he loved seeing his husband/slave in as well as a ceop top shirt that cut off at mid chest. Martin was not really paying attention to what he was doing as he idly played with Bobby’s nipple, pulling and pinching it. Daily pumping sessions were having the desired effect and Bobby’s nipples were very noticeably growing, they were nice, half inch tall nubs now and Martin loved playing with them He noticed a look of disgust on Mike’s face that the nearly 18 year old boy quickly hid when he saw Martin look at him. “I will make him even bigger once I have taken him as my slave” Martin thought and his cock stirred at the thought. That evening Bobby got fucked three times and Martin worked his nipples the entire time ************************* Bobby had a problem. When they were in bed or in the dungeon he could only think of Martin as “Master” because his treacherous body craved the tings Master did to it. Even worse he found himself giving in mentally each time, only to snap out of it once he came down off the pleasure high He was even starting to crave the pain. Master regularly spanked and even used a crop on him, There had not been any flogging... Yet. Master seemed to be working up his pain tolerance slowly “I want my beautiful wife to enjoy it when I hurt him , I wouldn’t want to cause actual damage either. Don’t worry, we will get there eventually” Master had told him the first time he had used the crop on him Each swat stung then faded as Master expertly applied the flexible riding crop to his ass and back. He was not bound but rather held a metal bar suspended above his head “Do not let go of that bar or things will get much worse for you. Remember you make ne and I’m only doing it because, deep inside, you want me to hurt you because you know you deserve it ” Master had told him and grinned as the words made Bobby’s cock spring to attention. Bobby was in a constant war. Logic, truth and his dad’s distant love and far off promise warred with lust, physical pleasure and Master’s mind fucking, twisted, evil, insidious words that manipulated him at evet opportunity. Bobby lost every single time and the conditioning sank farther in Only after his lust was sated did sanity return. He hated Master even as he craved what the man did to him. Even worse, he was starting to hate himself for giving in every time and he knew that self recrimination was just another tool he was powerless to stop Master from building into him ****************************** Mike sat staring at his brother open mouthed “You are making all this shit up! No way Uncle Martin is that evil! He’s never laid a finger on me or Marc!” he told Bobby who sat, for once dressed in normal clothes, not those tight, colorful, skimpy things he had started wearing since he had started dating Uncle Martin. Even in a normal shirt Mike could see the mounds where his brothers nipples bulging the fabric “These may convince you” Bobby said and handed him three letters “They are from Dad, I have been writing him since just before the wedding” Mike read all three. They were pretty much the same “I love you, I’m working on getting out to save all three of you, you have to play along to protect Marc’s health. I’m sorry I can’t do more now” “Fuck… it’s really true?” Mike asked Bobby nodded. “Master… I mean Martin will tell you all about it on your 18th birthday, like he did me. You won’t get the grace period I got though. There is no wedding to plan. He will probably force you into sexual slavery that day” “I won’t do it! I will run away first!” Mike said “I’m not stupid and weak like you!” Bobby didn’t even flinch, He expected this. Mike had always thought he was stupid. He had just never actually said so before “Sure, go ahead and do that. I’m sure you will love living on the streets with no money, Do you notice Martin never lets us have cash? He makes us use those debit cards and you know he freaks if we take even a $20.00 cash advance. Do you know how fast he can cut that debit card off? How long do you think it will take Marc to start getting sick or even die without his inhaler and meds?” Bobby laid out the facts brutally, he had no patience for bluster and bravado “If you can think of a way out of this that won’t make us homeless and maybe kill Marc, let me know/ I’ll wait while you use your oh so smart brain to solve a problem I have been working on for almost a year. Not even dad can come up with an immediate solution” Bobby said. He sat back and assumed a relaxed position with an exaggeratedly bored look on his face “I’m waiting of brilliant one” He mocked after a few minutes Finally Mike sighed “I can’t come up with a damned thing. I’m sorry I called you stupid and weak” he said “Oh I’m weak alright” Bobby said “I only hope you can keep your mind free better than I do. I may need you to drag me out of this someday” The self loathing in Bobby’s voice made him cringe. A year ago Bobby had been so self confident. Such a strong, outgoing man. His big brother had been his hero growing up. Yes, maybe he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the bunch and yes he was a bully but never to his brothers. Mike had tried to measure up to his Big Brother but always felt he fell short. Uncle Martin had turned his hero into this self loathing shell in a single year, Mike knew Bobby was still a hero. He had shielded his brothers from all of it as long as he could. He had never once given a hint of what Uncle Martin was doing to him till he had to. “Listen to me, Big Brother. You are my hero and I love you so much. I know I have to go along with it. I don’t have a choice, but you protected me as long as you could and you are still protecting Marc. You are not weak. You are a hero and I will always think so” Mike said, He had to help rebuild the Big Brother he knew and adored Mike sat next to Bobby and held his Hero, Bobby broke down and sobbed into his Little Brother’s chest “Shhhh Big Brother, we will get through this together. We will hold out till dad rescues us. You have me to support you now and I will need your support too I think” Mike said He didn’t have any illusions, He may be a bit smarter than Bobby but Bobby’s defenses, limited though they were, had been brilliant. He was doing everything he could to limit the damage. Mike knew that he would probably be no less susceptible to Uncle Martin’s manipulations, both physical and mental When Bobby got control of himself he said “Here is what we are going to do. For starters, you are going to start working out and taking supplements…” ********************** Martin was thrilled when Bobby got Mike to start working out, His second slave-to-be was just a bit flabby. He assumed Bobby did it out of devotion to him and he was sure he had almost totally conquered his wife. He rewarded Bobby with a brutal fuck and make out session Mike’s body was really starting to improve by his 18th birthday. He and Bobby took the boy out for a lunch on that special day and Martin enjoyed the look of shock on Mike’s face as Martin shattered every illusion he had about what his life was going to be. The thing that truly got Martin excited was the look of helpless shame on Bobby’s face though ******************** Martin didn’t know how badly he was underestimating both boys. With Mike’s support and love Bobby’s psyche had improved as much as Mike’s body had He still gave in every time Master pushed him but he was beginning to see that it wasn’t his fault. He was learning to let go of the guilt and the control as soon as his body would let him, It was still a war but with Mike’s help he was at least loosing at a slower rate, For now that was the best he could hope for The looks on his and Mike’s faces had been practiced in a mirror many times till they were perfected Master had two opponents now and they were getting better at the game every day ********************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: Mike's downfall Let me know what you think Scanbu

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Bobby was almost sick to his stomach on his wedding day. Practically the entire town smirked condescending at him now as he went about town in skin tight shorts and crop tops, mostly light green orr some other bright color, He thanked god every day that pink clashed do horribly that not even a sadist would make him wear the color Uncle Martin picked his wardrobe and made up errands for him to do, every day His outfit today was a white tuxedo top with yellow lapels, lace trim and matching shorts that ended just above his knees. He wore white sneakers with laces and yellow socks that matched the lapels, The results were that a man who prided himself on his masculine good looks looked almost feminine as he walked down the aisle Uncle Martin said he would eventually love being embarrassed in public because eventually what his future husband/owners wanted would become his only concern Bobby constantly heard things like “I’m only giving you what you secretly want” or “You will come to see you deserve the things I do to you, you bring it on yourself with how you behave, this is all your fault” and the worst was when he would take Bobby’s hand, press it tp the huge bulge in his pants and say “Admit it, you want my cock in you, You dream of the day that I will slide it into you and breed you with my HIV for the first time” Bobby was still young and Uncle Martin had been his authority figure so long. Sometimes he almost believed he deserved what was going to happen to him. Uncle Martin had been such a good parent to him. his brothers. Other times Bobby remembered that he was straight and that he was being forced into this to save his brother. He hated kissing Uncle Martin in public. He hated that it was starting to feel good when Uncle Martin made him lean back against him and worked his nipples for hours on end. He hated that his nipples were getting slightly bigger and that after they were married Uncle Martin intended to make them grow even bigger somehow. What he hated the most though was that they had an appointment with a local tattoo artist who had smirkingly agreed to tattoo the words “Martin’s wife” in 2 inch high letters onto his ass Many of the people attending the wedding had been bullied or harassed by him at some time in the past, especially if he thought they were gay or too feminine He blushed as he heard snide comments like “Such a pretty girl” and “look at the blushing bride” from every queer he had ever bullied. This was revenge they never imagined they would get on him As he continued down the aisle he carried a bouquet of flowers in his hands the exact shade of yellow as his lapels and socks. He also had a veil hanging over his face from a matching garland of yellow flowers around his head. The outfit has cost a fortune to have custom made to be as embarrassing as possible, just to put Bobby in the right frame of mind as he gave in to Uncle Martin's sadistic desire to publicly humiliate him in front of those he had victimized He seemed to hear Uncle Martin’s insidious voice buzzing in his ear saying “You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out. you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them” looped over and over filling his mind with confusion and doubt Uncle Martin waited in the front of the church and Bobby had to admit he was a handsome man. He had been six years younger that his dad when they had married and now was a very solid looking 33 years old, He had short dark brown hair and matching, neatly trimmed facial hair that framed his sensual red lips and beautiful silver green eyes. He was taller than Bobby by four inches at six foot three and out weighed him by 30 pounds of solid muscle. He body hair had just the faintest hint of auburn and was just right. Not too dense or thin. "No wonder Dad married him. I'm straight and I think he is the most handsome man I have ever seen" Bobby though as he joined his soon to be husband before the minister The ceremony went quickly as ““You secretly want this, you deserve this, your are just getting back what you gave out, you made fun of those people because you secretly wanted to be like them”” continued to loop over and over in his mind No one stood and objected to the marriage when asked and Bobby had no choice but to say “I do” at the appropriate times. The minister referred to him as “her” and “the bride” and their vows gave all the rights and privileges to Uncle Martin and all the duties and responsibilities to Bobby ****** When they finally got to the “You may kiss the bride” part Martin reached up to lift the veil. His fingers finding the hidden tiny speakers in the garland above Bobby's ears and crushed them, finally cutting off the loop of mind twisting manipulation and he kissed his new boi bride as the congratulations came from those in attendance. The fact that many sounded more like jeers than heart felt well wishes didn’t bother him at all As they continued he leaned forward and whispered in Bobby’s ear “You are mine now, you deserve everything I’m going to do to you and I will teach you to love it all. Did you ever stop to think when you were harassing all those guys that I am gay? I was married to your father who is not only gay but very feminine. Your two brothers are just like you and I’m going to teach you all respect and obedience. Yes, you absolutely deserve everything I’m going to do to all three of you” ******* Bobby paled, Uncle Martin, his new husband, was right. The two most important men in his life were gay and he had shown others like them no compassion at all. He remembered writing his father and begging him for help but did he even deserve that help? ******* Martin smiled as he saw his barb land. He didn’t give a fuck how Bobby and his brothers treated other gays. It was just another weapon in his game of manipulation, domination and control. A very useful weapon he would use to make them all submit and be his as they were meant to be ******* Bobby and Martin stayed at the reception just long enough not to be rude and then slipped out. They would spend their honeymoon at home in the custom dungeon Martin had spent years preparing and Bobby’s real training would begin there They stepped into the dungeon and the door shut with almost no click at all. The room was sound proof and they probably would need that sooner or later “Strip but be careful, hang up that outfit. I may want to make you wear it again someday Martin ordered “Uncle Martin I don’t…” was all Bobby got out before Uncle Martin slapped him across the face “First of all, in this room I an always to be addressed as Master or Sir. Second, when I give my wife/slave an order you will obey without question. This is not a democracy, You don’t get a say here. Now strip!” As he stripped Master said “I don’t want to hit you Bobby but you make me when you don’t follow orders. It’s your fault I have to punish you” in that silky, reasonable, insidious voice. Bobby nodded because it was starting to sink in and make a twisted kind of sense. He had questioned his Master. He deserved to be punished... No, no! This was wrong! Twisted and demeaning. He was a man! He was straight! He was only doing this to save his brother! He didn't want this... Did he? Master changed from his tuxedo to a pair of leather chaps tucked into the top of boots, leather gloves, a harness and a leather cap Bobby blanched when he saw the size of Master’s cock,\. He was more than adequately hung himself but Master was an inch longer and two inches bigger around, slightly bigger than a beer can in circumference and just shy of 11 inches long it bugged with ropey veins and was uncut and the head was pierced with a ring of acid green that had little black biohazard symbols running around it if you looked close enough. His balls, if anything, were large in proportion to his cock. They looked like they could produce cum by the cup, Nasty virus filled cum There was a table with a single chair next to the door. The chair had a black latex cock about the length and width of Master’s cock attached to the seat and there was a stack of papers on the table ******* Martin poured lube onto the latex dildo and rubbed it up and down spreading it, He knew Bobby didn't noticed a couple metal pieces that were smoothly part if the head of the toy He turned on a video camera and said “Sit on the chair and read those popes out loud". He wanted to capture the look on Bobby's face as he popped his own cherry on this toy Up until that point in his life Bobby had been a total anal virgin but when he hesitated Martin raised a hand as if to hit him and he squatted over the char, he knew better than to disobey again ******* Master was patient with Bobby as he gingerly worked the head of the toy into his ass grimacing in pain as it popped in. He slowly worked most of the length but when there was only about four inches left Master's leather booted foot swept his feet out from under him making him see stars as gravity completed the job After several minutes of swear words and deep breaths Bobby finally picked up the papers and started reading into the camera: “My name is Bobby, I am a consenting adult of legal aged and I attest to the following: My new husband who I willingly married today and will hence forth be called Master in this document has he wright to physically discipline me in any way he choses, at any time, for any reason or no reason at all “ Bobby read Master flipped a switch on the back of the chair and the toy started vibrating in Bobby’s ass. Then he jumped a little as h felt a tiny electric shock inside of him. Master put a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down and said “keep reading" “ “Master has the right to control my life and my body, he may alter my cosmetic appearance with tattoos, piercings and suction devices. He may also alter my HIV status which at this time is negative. I fully understand that he is HIV positive and will not use a condom or pull out of me when he cums, I understand he will infect me with HIV and I accept it and consent to it” Bobby went on still winching at the occasional shocks The rest of the document was a list of various kinks that he was consenting to Bobby really hoped that they never did some of them. Master’s cock was scary enough, his fist would be even worse and Bobby had said he was willing to take both fists. He didn’t even think that was possible Sounding did not sound fun either. Spanking would probably happen but he had consented to floggings. Master had to be trying to scare him. This had to be a joke. He finished reading the document and Master shut off the camera “Master all that talking made me thirsty. May I get a drink of water?” Bobby asked Master smiled at him but didn’t answer. He took the papers and stacked them, putting them and the camera on a shelf a few feet away When he came back he stood next to Bobby, grabbed a handful of ginger hair and yanked his head back, turning his face towards that half hard cock Bobby’s mouth opened is surprise and Master put the head of his cock into his mouth then said “I’ll give you a drink and you better swallow every drop” Then he started to piss It was either drink or drown at that point. Bobby gulped down the terrine tasting piss managing to get it all “Good boy, I’m impressed” Master said letting go of his hair Bobby screwed up his face and Master laughed at him “Get used to it. You will be doing that at least once a day. When I have your brothers here too I doubt I will ever piss in a toilet again” Bobby’s face went flat at that though but he didn’t say anything and Master smiled “By the time they are old enough, you will be so dedicated to me that you will help me enslave them” he said confidently “Come with me” Master said and Bobby gingerly pulled himself off the dildo in his ass but not before he got one more tiny shock from it. He followed Master tp a device that looked like a strange, tilted table There were holes in strategic places and restraints on the sides Master tilted the table vertically and had Bobby stand with his back to it, his arms to the sides. His wrists were cuffed down and then straps were fed through to holes to secure his lower arms, his elbows and his upper arms. A strap went around his torso above his hips Master tilted the table flat and bent his legs up, spread wide and used straps just below his knees abd around his ankles to lock him into total immobility, bent in half, except for his head, His neg hole was totally exposed and vulnerable “My wife has such a pretty boi pussy, I’m going to enjoy getting you pregnant with my virus” Master said to his utterly helpless slave Bobby’s head was tilted back and a strap w Master tilted him back as as it stuck out beyond the edge of the table and a strap around his forehead held him in that position He heard what sounded like an electric motor start up accompanied by a hissing noise then Master pinch his nipples till they were erect. Then he felt a plastic tube surround each one and the motor’s hum increased as the suction started and got harder till he felt his nipples start to stretch down the tubes Master played with them for a while making sure they were secure then again tilted the table flat and stood in front of Bobby above his head “Open your mouth” He ordered and when Bobby obeyed he pushed his cock in and straight down his throat in one thrust. Bobby was suddenly choking with his nose buried in Master’s furry pubes Master casually fucked his throat for about 30 seconds before pulling out and letting him breathe. He did so slowly and Bobby was convinced it was so those massive balls didn't give him two black eyes. He repeated this process over and over till Bobby’s throat was starting to get raw His new husband walked to the other end of the table, putting it at an angle and stepping close “It’s time to consummate our marriage and get you pregnant with my HIV baby, There is nothing you can do about it now. I’m going to infect you” The toy had loosened him up and Bobby felt the head of that huge poz cock ease into his neg hole followed by a couple inches. He expected a brutal lunge but it didn’t come. Instead Master eased in slowly till he was all the way inside hos pubes tickling Bobby's cheeks. Master undid the strap on his forehead and kissed him almost tenderly as he started slowly sliding in and out, making Bobby shudder as his prostate was continually rubbed by that huge shaft Bobby was rock hard now the stimulation of his nipples and hole was too much for him and he became an almost mindless creature living in a world of pleasure and pain. His husband was making love to him and all he could do was enjoy the physical manipulation of his pleasure points ******* Martin looked down on his new wife as his cock slid in and out of his ass and and his cock swung, dripping pre onto his stomach. He had been waiting for this moment for years, The moment when he would poz the first of Paul’s sons and truly claim his first slave. Martin had always used his looks and dominant personality to get exactly what he wanted from people. Paul's refusal to go along with that domination had earned him his current place in prison and the loss of his sons. He had planned on enslaving all four from the beginning. He would have Paul till the boys got old enough at 18, then he would have them all. He had assumed that he could overcome Paul's objections because the ma seemed so soft and feminine and his failure to do so had wounded his pride, causing him to plot and enact his revenge. Martin felt no guilt at all. He was firmly convinced that the world owed him exactly what he wanted at all times and if you got in his way he would hurt you He slid in and out faster and his balls started to tighten “Here comes my poz babies to infect your blood and mark you as my property! You are mine! Your pathetic father never deserved you! I put him in prison to take you from him!” he panted his voice raw and ragged, this [art of his vengeance almost complete, as he got ready to poz his straight boi wife. He rammed in hard as he could and blasted that helpless neg ass with his charged, toxic, poz seed, then he grinned evilly as he felt his wife’s boi pussy spasming and knew he was cumming without touching himself as his life was changed forever by the virus that was invading his bloodstream. Martin knew he was winning the battle for Bobby's devotion, for his very soul. The fact that that devotion wousl be built on half truths and even outright lies just made it more delicious to Martin. He would trap Bobby and his brothers in a web of pain and pleasure, lies an half truths. Warping their minds till all they thought about was serving him After Martin caught his breath he pulled the suction cups off Bobby’s nipples, unstrapped him and carried him in his arms to the large canopied bed on a dais at one end of the room/ It was time to show some tenderness while Bobby's mind was still overwhelmed. Time for the other side of his manipulation game They kissed as Martin fucked him on his back once giving him a load that way, and then from behind reaching around to pinch those sore, sensitive nipples which made Bobby cum instantly, the spasming of his hole sent Martin over the edge, making him shoot his third poz load into that now willing hole ******* Bobby was loosing the battle to the animalistic pleasure his husband, his Master, could bring his body. He had to protect his brothers but that pleasure was slowly addicting him. He how far he would go to get his pleasure fix if he didn’t find a way to keep part of his mind free. The problem was the mind games were starting to work, He almost felt he deserved all this and how do you fight that? The rest of their honeymoon was spent in pretty much the same way. When they were not eating or sleeping Bobby was fucked, pumped, bred and mentally taken further down Master’s twisted rabbit hole When they finally emerged back into the real world Bonny felt like he needed a vacation As soon as he could get away he swung by his friend’s house and found a letter from his dad waiting for him. He had responded! His Dad still loved him! He understood better than ever that in Master's mind this was a game of sontrol and his competition was behind bars. Master thought he held all the cards. Bobby opened the letter excitedly and read… ********************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: A hope, a prayer and a plan Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Fuck dude. You are hot as hell. You'll be pregnant before you know it.

"Yes please, Sir." I answered into his shoulder. "You want another toxic load, boy?" He pushed. "Yes, Sir. I want another toxic load." I felt hands push my shoulders up, where my body came back to me. I started riding slowly, enjoying the wetness around my gifter's shaft. Grunts and moans from the man beneath me, as I got more energetic with my efforts. I picked up the small brown bottle again, but before I could uncap it I was flipped over in one, smooth motion. I had let out a small yelp, not expecting the manhandling I had been the vitctim of and was answered with a silent smile. His bearded mouth spat forcefully into my face, covering me. My eyes flickered shut, before I opened my mouth wide. Another string of saliva was dropped onto my tongue and I was told to hold it there. I kept my tongue extended, as I revelled in the sensation of my gifter's spit roll down to the back of my throat. "Swallow," he told me. I did, my dick pulsing in unison. "Come and suck my dick," he said to me, pulling his dick out of me and stepping back. I followed his body, rolling my self off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I lifted my hand to his balls to hold him still while I worked, being rewarded with the smell of his sweat. Before I put my mouth over his fat dick, I moved my nose to the space between his balls and his thigh, inhaling as if I were sniffing on the popper bottle. He smelled amazing, perfect even. This was the smell of a man who had worked all day and hadn't showered since the night before. My dick pulsed again, straining against my jockstrap pouch. I sniffed again and again, before I was told to stop. "I said suck my dick, not smell my balls, boy." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking me in the eye. "Good to know you love my man smells, though. You can enjoy yourself later. Now, suck my dick!" He had issued an order and guided my face to the tip of his shining dick, allowing no deviance from his instructions. I covered my teeth with my lips and opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking his cock as deep as I could. I relaxed around him, my hands on his firm, round buttocks as I tasted myself and the stranger's cum. We moaned in pleasure together, revelling in filth. "Such a pig," he said. "You fucking love it, don't you?" "Mmhm," I murmured back to him. "You're a nasty little bug hole, can't get enough, can you? Bug pig!" He claimed, pulling my head backwards by my hair again. He spat in my face again. My dick pulsed. "Get back on the bed. On your back." As I stood, his hands grabbed my face and pulled me to his own. I was kissed, deeply and passionately. I kissed back with the same fervour, enjoying the intimacy and wrapping my arms around his defined torso. "On the bed!" He almost yelled at me, breaking the kiss and pushing me backwards. I almost fell on the bed, lifting myself up and little and grabbing the back of my knees to expose my hole for him. "Good boy," he said. The gifter dropped down to one knee and buried his face between my cheeks and started lapping at my loose hole. "Oh fuck, Sir. Ugh, you make me feel so good." I whined. My hands fell to the back of his head without me realising what I'd done. He continued to work his tongue on and in my hole for a couple of minutes, before opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on my hole. I felt my ring pulse outwards and into his opened mouth. I also felt something escape my hole without my permission. He broke contact, ignoring my hands and standing up. He leaned over me and initiated another kiss, this time he released cum into my mouth, kissing me sloppily. While we were sharing cum from my hole, I could feel him lining his dick up to my hole and pushing in. I moaned into his mouth, my arms around his neck as he began moving his hips back and forth. He broke the kiss, two strings keeping us connected as he leaned back to gain more leverage for his thrusts. "You're a dirty pigboy. Tell me you want my load," he said. "I want your load, Sir. I want your bugged up cock." I told him. "Fuck yeah you do. Only bug chasers come back a second time. Tell me you're a bug chaser. I want to hear you say it." I admitted it out loud. "I'm a bug chaser. I'm chasing your STDs, Sir. I want HIV. Infect me, convert me." "Fuck. Fuck, boy." He stretched out each word, just as he was stretching out my hole. "I'm gonna get you, you nasty little bitch. I'm gonna poz you up." As we got verbal with each other, he slipped two fingers alongside his dick, eliciting a deeper moan from me. He pulled out within seconds, lifting his cum laden fingers to my mouth. "Taste them, boy. Enjoy toxic cum." I obliged, opening wide and sucking his fingers dry before swallowing what he had fed me. "Please poz me, Sir. I need it. I can't think of anything else. I want your toxic load, Sir. Knock me up. Please?" I begged him as he fucked me. "Huff some poppers, boy. I want you loose. You feel so good right now. Looser than last time, you're amazing. Your cunt's so talented, boy. Loosen up like I'm fisting you." He said. I unscrewed the lid from the bottle I was still holding and started to inhale. "One. Hold," he commanded, taking control. "Release. Two. Deeper. Hold. Two, three, four, five. Release. Deeper this time, three. Hold, two, three, four, five, six, seven, keep going boy, nine, ten, release! Good boy! Good boy," he praised me, as I panted in fresh air. "Relax that cunt, you're getting bred." I had been concentrating on my hole the entire time he was directing my poppers use, but now I dropped my head back onto the bed, let my calves fall onto his shoulders and left my hands gently on his neck. I let my hole relax completely, enjoying the noise we were making together. I moaned in ecstasy, enjoying the man giving me everything he had. His muscles were tense, working hard and his skin was dripping sweat onto me. I moved my hands over him, feeling his slicked down body hair and encouraging his efforts. I decided to encourage him verbally, too. "Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Tell me when you're coming. Don't pull out. I want that poz load, Sir. I want it balls deep. Give me that toxic cum. Convert me. Make me yours. Make me your boy. Infect me. Give me that HIV, Sir. Give it to me. I need it. Give it to me, Sir! Knock me up" I begged him, over and over. I said everything I could imagine to egg him on. He didn't take much longer, once I'd started the poz verbal. I almost matched up to the porn in the background. "Ugh, unh. Huhh, fuck boy. You're making me cum. You're gonna get it. Take my toxic load, boy. Get pozzed you pig chaser," he grunted as his thrusting faltered, stopped and then continued slowly. "I'm gonna convert you, boy. You're my chaser," he said as he collapsed onto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his sweaty body, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of his head. "I'm your chaser, Sir. My cunt is yours," I promised. "I don't want you taking any other loads, until we know you're poz. Are you okay with that?" He asked me. "Yes Sir, I'm okay with that." I answered. "Will you be arranging another surprise for me?" "No. That was a one off. He wanted to join in, have his chance. He took a while to poz me, so I doubt he's gonna get you from that one fuck. You didn't bleed from the double fuck we gave you. You're all mine." I could hear the grin in his voice as he said the last sentence. We lay for a few minutes, his weight on top of me as we came down from our high. His dick started to soften and slowly drew back from my hole, before he pulled back and stood up. "Clean my dick, pig," he said. I immediately rolled from my position and onto my knees, to dutifully clean my top, in thanks for his load inside me. "Did you bring lube?" He asked. I stopped my service and looked up at him. "I left it in the car, Sir! I need to go get it!" I half shouted. "Too late for that, boy. On the bed, on your knees. I'm gonna work those loads in again. Relax," he issued his instructions one by one. As I followed them, I heard him spitting on his hands.

Over the next two days, all I could think about was the man I'd hooked up with. Flashes of his face in front of mine, his body over me and the taste of my blood on his cock returned to me whilst I was at work. He was all I could think about. I spent my evenings riding dick and searching for poz cock. I was turning down tops because they were neg. I craved more. As I was leaving work on Monday night, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it as I said goodbye to everyone, left the building and got into my car. I pulled my phone out, before I turned the engine on. I saw a message from the top I'd met, who I'd saved in my phone as "GG," for Gift Giver. The message read 'hard day im horny you free for more poz??' Electricity ran through my body, making my dick hard and my brain useless. I replied to him. 'Yes, sir. I've only just got off work, I need to head home and clean up before I can get to you. It will take me half an hour to get to you, once I'm done. Is that okay?' I set off driving faster than I usually would, feeling desperation to meet the man who had started changing me. I didn't live far from work, my office only being fifteen minutes away. I didn't check the time when I'd got home and almost snapped my key in the lock, trying to speed up every action on my way. I knew I'd got home in record time, almost running a red light. I had to get to him, I needed his dick. I needed another load. I got a message after I'd cleaned out and got in the shower. Before I dried myself I tried to read it, but the water on my hands made my phone unresponsive. I dried off, telling myself to take my time. After what had felt like a lifetime, I got my hands back on my phone to read the message he'd sent back to me: 'take your time boy ill wait. Let me know when your setting off'. My body felt the same electricity as before. I'd worked my hole the last two nights thinking of this god of a man, hoping it wasn't a one off. My dick sprung up as I dressed myself, making me realise I wouldn't need that much. I pulled a jockstrap on, with jeans over the top and a simple t-shirt to cover my top half. Plenty. I picked up my keys before sending a message to my gift giver, 'Setting off in 2 minutes. Any instructions?' I didn't have to wait long before I got a reply, 'bring poppers and lube if you want it.' Before I left, I grabbed an unopened bottle of poppers and some silicon lube. Gun Oil was a great option for fisting, hoping I'd be able to feel his wrists again. I'd also used some scissors to take the plastic seal off of the fresh poppers. I was determined to enjoy myself. I ran down to my car, started the engine and set off to the nameless top's apartment. My dick got hard multiple times during my journey. I kept thinking of our last encounter, trying not to use my off hand to rub my dick. Once I'd arrived, I pulled my phone out and sent a new message, 'Here, sir. Same as last time?' I took my time getting out of my car letting my jeans slip down, exposing the top band of my jock hoping someone might see. I felt like a slut, but enjoying it. ~bzzt~ I grabbed my phone before the vibration had stopped, 'leave the door open'. I read it three times, figuring that I was to strip at the door and head into the bedroom, but leave the door as I found it. My mind raced. Had he invited another top? My dick got hard again, but I ignored it, trapped in my jock's pouch. Now wasn't the time. I moved towards the front door, locked my car and pocketed my keys. The door was still unmanned and the door to my left was ajar, same as last time. I pushed the door open, but only half closed it, as instructed. Taking off my clothes, I left my jockstrap on as I grabbed my poppers and walked down the hallway and into the bedroom illuminated by porn. The same compilation was playing on the TV behind me, I heard familiar videos. My new favourite person was in the same position as I'd met him in; sat on the wide, padded chair next to his bed, legs spread and cock erect, working it slowly. "I told you to strip last time. Jockstrap wasn't part of it," he said sternly. I paused before hooking my thumbs over the waistband and starting to pull it down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't think," I blabbered at him. "Keep it!" He shouted, before I had pulled it down too far. "Put it back on. I like it. Just let me know, next time. I didn't tell you to wear anything. You're lucky I like it," he warned. I blushed and moved forward again. Lifting my hand, I showed him the fresh poppers I'd brought with me, as he'd asked. I hoped he'd be placated by my following of one of his demands. "Huff them. Suck me." Shaking the bottle, I opened it and sniffed at the bottle's rim as hard as I could. Once I'd taken three hits, I dropped to my knees and started working my mouth down the thickest cock I'd known. I struggled to begin with, forgetting just how wide this man's dick was. I opened my jaw as wide as I could, letting my spit dribble past my lips and onto his shaft. Moving my head down and wrapping my lips around my teeth, I sucked his beer can cock for all I was worth. "That's enough lube," I heard. I pulled my self up and off his member, as I looked up at him through watery eyes. "You look so good like that, boy. Choking on my dick. I'm gonna fuck you," he said to me. I could barely respond. Instead, I nodded at him and grabbed the poppers to make it easier for myself. Two more hits as I stood and pivoted to the bed. "On my back, or on my front, Sir?" I asked, hesitating before I climbed up. "Neither. You're gonna ride me," he said. The top grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, sliding past my chest. He paused for a second to lift my chin and kiss me, before using his elbows to move backwards onto the bed and using a finger to beckon me to him. I followed his finger over his thighs, his hard, shiny dick and meeting him face to face for another passionate kiss. "Part of me didn't expect you to reply. I didn't know if you'd chicken out for a second round. I was worried you'd gone for PEP." I shook my head, "no, Sir. I've been horny since I left on Saturday." I spat on my hand and rubbed the saliva over my hole, before I lifted his impressive cock upwards to line up with myself. As I felt us both line up, I pushed down onto him. "Ohh," I moaned, as he stretched me open. "You're so thick, Sir. Thank you." Pushing down more, I felt my ass cheeks reach his pelvis. He was balls deep inside me already. I was glad that I'd spent our time apart on toys. "You're a good little cunt," he said to me, looking me in the eye. "Tell me you've come back for another toxic load, boy. Tell me you're a filthy bug chaser. Are you on prep?" "No, Sir. No prep for my hole. I want more toxic cum, I've come to get your dirty load, Sir. I'm a filthy bug chaser," I replied. My dick was straining in my jockstrap, leaking precum into the fabric. "Mmm, fuck yeah. Dirty little bitch. Fuck yeah," he muttered. His arms moved under my legs, half supporting me as I rode him. "Loose cunt's my favourite. Love when a boy can take my dick like you. Fuck yes, boy!" He went on and on, making my dick hard. "Tell me you're infecting me, Sir," I begged. I wanted to hear him say it again. "Toxic precum in my hole?" I asked. "That's right, bug hole. I'm pumping toxic precum inside you. I'm not gonna pull out. And I've got a surprise for you, boy. Tell me you want a surprise tonight." My legs worked up and down, pumping his dick with my hole as I spoke. "I want you inside me, Sir. Don't pull out, give me that surprise, Sir. I'll take it." I lifted my hands off the bed and onto his muscly chest, starting to move my thumbs over his nipples. "Good boy. Just keep riding. Play with my tits. Good boy," he said and we lapsed into nothing but moans and kisses for the next few minutes. The door closed behind me. I was still riding and I leaned up and stopped moving. I looked down at the man beneath me, not knowing what to do. "Keep going," he said to me. I did as I was told, feeling fear. I knew my hole had tightened up in the moment of panic and I tried to relax. Deciding to obey, I reached for the little brown bottle and huffed twice, before capping it and returning to our previous rhythm. Footsteps behind me told me we weren't alone. "Nice." I heard behind me, keeping my eyes on my gifter's fact. He wasn't looking at me, but instead at the man who entered the room. "Welcome back," my top said with a grin. "Thanks. Glad to see you're sharing my strain." "Fuck yeah, I told you I wanted to gift. He's my first. Help me," the man beneath me said, with a sinister grin. He looked back at me and said, "This is your surprise. I invited my gifter to give you a dose, boy. Enjoy us both. Now don't move." I did as I was told, I steadied myself, as far down my top's dick I could get. Starting with a deep breath, I inhaled the poppers again. I continued as I listened to the man behind me undressing and spitting on his dick. On the fifth huff, I felt another dick pressing against my hole. I did my best to relax and let him in, holding myself in position at the same time. "Ahh!" I cried, feeling a second man push inside me. "Fuck!" "Like that boy? Two poz dicks?" The man behind asked. "I pozzed the bloke under you. He's got a fat cock. Knew he'd make a good gifter. Glad I got him. Glad he invited me to fuck the fist cunt he found. Nice cunt," he said into my ear before he started fucking me hard. I was reduced to a moaning lump. I could barely move, collapsed on my dom's chest. My top whispered in my ear, as he slowly and gently moved his hips. "Just relax boy, take another hit of poppers." He fed me poppers whilst I was pinned between his and his gifter's chests. "Enjoy this, boy. What could be better than poz cock?" He asked, with a smug tone. "Two poz cocks," he answered himself with a chuckle. I nodded whilst I moaned in pleasure, unable to do anything else. I huffed poppers and obeyed. I enjoyed the sensation of two bare dicks inside me at the same time, stretching me out. I'd felt similar from a fist, but nothing quite captured the same sensation. Both men moved at different speeds and force, making it completely different from taking a fist or big toy. I never wanted it to end. "I'm getting close," I heard from the man behind me. "I'm gonna cum. Tell me you want it, cunt!" Assuming it was supposed to be me, I mustered up the words. "I want your cum. Breed me!" He forced his dick as deep as he could get it before grunting for a few moments. "Take it. Take it. I'm so fucking poz. Take it." I moaned as he thrust in and spoke as he pulled out, "Thank you. Thank you for that poz load." I kissed the man I was still riding. "You're welcome, slut. I hope you get my strain. From me or him. Good luck, chaser slut," he said before dressing quickly and leaving again. We heard the door open and close again while we were kissing. "Thank you, Sir. That was a great surprise. Was he really your gifter?"I asked. "Yeah. He fucked me poz," he replied with grin. "I fucking loved double fucking you like that. Your cunt felt great. Do you want another load?"

The whole thing. I love his dick. Opening my hole. His sweat dripping on my back or on my face. Feeling the momentum of the beast picking up, pounding harder. The load is the ultimate reward, but there’s so much more to a good fucking that I enjoy!

I was 10 when I first expelled any liquid from masturbating. I walked in on my older brother and his best friend and hockey teammate jacking off with a titty magazine. My brother was a cool guy and never uncomfortable about anything. When I barged in and saw them his friend jumped and slammed the magazine over his enormous prick. My brother just kept stroking and said. “You know my little brother is cool.” Then he looked at me and asked, “Allan do you want to learn how to make yourself feel good?” I sort of mumbled, “Sure Paddy,” because I idolized my big brother and always wanted to do what he did. He invited me up on the bottom bunk where he and his friend were sitting; his friend told him, “This is too weird; catch ya later bro,” and was gone in an instant. Pat just told me it was cool and then picked-up the magazine his friend had slammed down, opened and showed me some big-titted woman, handed me the lube tube (KY LOL), and said, “Just do what I do.” At that age I had no qualms about being naked with my brother and did. Then he started narrating and talking about the tits and came fairly quickly. He told me, “You might not put out anything until you’re older, but you’ll have this amazing feeling.” Immediately I felt a totally odd sensation, told him I had to pee, and started to get up to run to our shared bathroom. Pat put his strong hand on my shoulder while his cum splattered all over his chest was beginning to run. “You won’t pee when you’re doing this. Keep going.” I did and within a minute I was back where I was and felt like I might be dying (in a good way) and felt my dick pumping. Only a little very thin clear liquid came out; compared to my brother who looked like someone threw a cup of thick cream on him mine was nothing. “Did ya like that Allan?” he asked me. “All guys do it; just don’t talk about it unless someone talks to you about it. And when you start shooting like this,” he said and grinned and motioned to his sticky runny chest, neck, and chin, “make sure you clean up good with a wash cloth and rinse it out good so ma doesn’t get on you.” It was another two years before I did shoot like him; and I enjoyed j/o a lot in the meantime.

you yourself hold the key. if you are doing all this because it's fun and you're enjoying the pleasure it brings: then take @Alaric's advice and act responsibly, take control and be a proud bottom pig. and yes, by most people's standards: getting fucked by a stranger over a car bonnet in broad daylight = you've embraced your inner whore 😜welcome to the club however, if you feel you have no control over this compulsive behavior and hate yourself for it afterward, than it's probably a trauma response from past abuse and this is not the way to confront it and you should probably take a break or scale back. so just ask yourself: why am i doing this? and then act accordingly.

Trump *claims* he raised $200 million. I'll believe that when AUDITED financial statements for the campaign come out. Based on his civil fraud trial, this would hardly be the first time he's dramatically overstated the value of something.

Yesterday I went to meet my meth dealer at a motel.. He had friends in the room. I got spun and he asked me to suck him off and his friends off, pulled his cock out and he throat fucked me, then jacked off over my mouth. I ended up giving a blowbang with all 9 BBCS

Aaron's friend Bart needed some new swimwear. He got invited to a pool party that promised a lot of good ass to fuck. He walked into to the local shop and was greeted by a cute twink. He was younger than himself and had a tight little body. He was wearing cute tight shorts and a tight tank top. "We are going to close in about 10 minutes so if you want to buy something you may want to look quickly", the clerk said Bart walked into the back of the store and started looking at swimwear. He pulled out a few suits and asked the young clerk if he could try them on. He picked out two bikini style with full back. Both were small on the front and would show his stick. "Right this way", the clerk said He led him to the dressing room and pulled back the curtain. The curtain was translucent on the top half and not at all see thru on the bottom half. Bart pulled the curtain closed and started trying each one on. Each had a different cut and showed his cock off differently. "Hi do you need some assistance. I can help.", the clerk said Bart was semi hard and said sure. I cant decide maybe you can help. The clerk pulled open the curtain and his eyes went down to his swimsuit and cock. "That looks very nice on you. It shows you off well. Can i see you in the others so i can give make a selection." the clerk said smiling and licking his lips Bart took off the bikini he had on and his semi hard cock plopped out. He put on the next one. "Very nice, this one makes your cock look fatter than the last bikini or is it cause someone is getting excited", the clerk said Bart squeezed his now hard cock and pulled off the bikini and put on the last one pushing his now rock hard cock into the small bikini. It barely hid his now hard cock. "Ohhh nice this doesnt hide anything. I like this one best. I like the way it stretches over your cock" the clerk said now tracing his fingers over his hard cock. Bart pulled down his bikini and said, "suck on it, you know you want to". The clerk dropped to his knees and started sucking Bart. He swallowed Bart whole and took him deep in his throat. "Damn you are one good cock sucker. I bet your ass is good too", Bart said shoving his cock down the clerk's throat The clerk easily sucked down his cock deep in his throat which made Bart moan as he felt the clerks throat massage the head of his cock. "Ohhh your throat feels like a tight cunt....oh yeah", Bart moaned "Yes it does", said a voice "Oh shit", Bart said pulling his cock back out of the clerk's mouth He looked over at the voice and it was Aaron's friend at the bar. It was Brian. "Hi we didnt meet that night, my name is Brian", he reached out his hand and they shook, Brian not letting go of Bart's hand. "You are Aarons friend at the bar", Bart said and smiled back "Yes i am. You enjoying yourself with my employee", Brian said now next to Bart still holding his hand and having his other hand on Barts lower back. "Ohhh yes. His mouth is incredible" Bart said "Yes i know, ive had mine down his mouth many times" Brian said pulling down his shorts and pulling out his now huge semi hard cock Bart just stared at how big it was and watched the clerk now suck on his cock. Brian reached over and started stroking Barts still hard cock "You have a beautiful cock", Brian whispered cuddling up to Bart "Uhhh thank you", Bart said getting a little fuzzy in the head. Brian smelled incredible to him. "I am sorry we didnt get to meet that night", Brian said "Yes well i didnt want to interupt you too. You looked like you were having an intimate conversation", Bart said flirting with Brian "Yeah you could tell", Brian said smiling and moved closer next to Bart putting his arm on his waist. "What else did you think", Brian said "I thought you two were goign to hook up. I told Aaron i was surprised he left a hot hunk like you" BArt said "Yeah, you woudl have stayed", Brian asked "Hmmm i think so."BArt said flirting and staring at Brians huge cock Brian took his hand and pulled out of Cotys mouth and placed Barts hand on his cock. "Its so huge and i feel it throbbing", Bart said "It likes you", Brian said leaning into Bart Bart kept stroking Brians huge cock. Brian reached over and started to kiss Bart, with one hand playing with his cock and the other on his ass. Bart kissed Brian back and opened his mouth and let Brians tongue invade and take over his mouth. Brian moved his kisses to his next and pushed Barts face towards his shoulder to get more access to his neck. Bart let his assault his neck and moaned into Brians shoulder and couldnt resist and leaned into his pit and inhaled. Bart moaned as Brian started to suck on his neck "Yeah all your bottom boys luv that shit dont you", Brian said "im not a bottom", Bart tried to argue back softly Brian went back and sucked harder on his neck biting him and Bart let out a louder moan and moving his body closer to Brian and leaning into his pit. "Yeah inhale. You like Daddy's smell dont you boy", Brian said "ohhh yes", Bart said unknowingly "Yes Daddy", Brian said into his ear "Go ahead inhale deep and taste it too", Brian said now lifting his arm pit and still licking, kissing and sucking Barts neck "Ohhhh yes Daddy" is all Bart could say whose head was in a daze and intoxicated with Brians smell and the sucking on his neck and didnt realize that the clerk was sucking his cock and balls again. He didnt even realize that Brians finger was massaging his hole Bart winced as Brians finger pushed in..."Im not a bottom i dont take dick" Bart said while kissing Brian "You sure, i will make you feel things you never have before and truly experience real pleasure", Brian said kissing Bart Now Brians finger was almost all the way in and starting to massage his prostate which made Bart moan loud "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Daddy" Bart moaned out loud. He had never felt anything soo good. His body was electrified from the inside. Brain slowly worked his prostate while kissing Bart and playing with his nipples. He pulled away from Coty and his cock flopped out of his mouth hard now. Brian pulled out his finger and Bart looked disappointed at him. Brian turned him around and bent him over. "No please dont fuck me i dont want Aids", Bart said "Dont worry baby i wont fuck you unless you want me to. Just relax, im going to make you feel good. How do you know im Poz", Brian said He then went down and started to eat Barts ass out. "Ohhhhhh god.......ughhhhhhhhhhhh....Daddy please", Bart moaned Bart had a difficult time comprehending as he was such in a horny frenzy. Brian slapped his ass and asked the question again, pulling out his fingers and stopped eating his ass Panting Bart responded and as he started to talk Brian stuck his fingers back in. Bart told him Aaron told him that you were poz and that you pozzed his friend from class. "he told me.....in fact Aarons friend begged you to poz him", Bart said head down still moaning. He could see his cock just leaking tons of precum looking through his legs and seeing Brians huge cock. "yes he did. he begged me for it. he wanted it bad", Brian said working Barts hole Brian was eating his ass out and sticking his tongue deep in Barts ass. Bart just pushed back and moaned louder and started to get into frenzy. His cock was now leaking lots of precum. Brian then alternated between his fingers and eating him out. Bart pushed back even more wanting more of Brians tongue and finger in him. "Yeah feels good doesnt it. You luv the way Daddy makes you feel dont you." Brian said Now Brian had two fingers in him, stretching his hole and working over his prostate "Ohhh yes Daddy i do", Bart moaned "You want more dont you. You want to be daddys bitch", Brian said "Ohhhh yes daddy", Bart moeaned "Do you want my cock", Brian asked "Ohhhh" Bart moaned but didnt answer Brian added third finger and was streching his even more and going after his prostate. He pulled Bart back towards him and kissed him deeply then shoving his head into his arm pit. "Ohhh god yes Daddy please fuck me with your hung cock please", Bart begged "You know im going to cum in you dont you", Brian said Bart looked at him and paused and said with puppy eyes", yes i know" as he then took Brians cock by the hand, bent over and placed it at his hole. Brian pushed in slowly. "Ohhhhhhhhhh god your huge", Bart moaned in pain as Brian pushed in past his sphincter Brian pushed in him slowly. He was really tight and wanted to take his time. Inch by inch he rocked into Bart. Brian told him to relax and breathe as he stroked the lower part of his back. He motioned Coty to suck his cock from underneath that helped then About ¾ of the way in Bart started to relax a bit. Brian started to push in deeper and Bart started to push back. "Good boy. You luv daddys cock dont you", Brian said "Ohhh yes Daddy it hurts and its huge but it feels so fucking good daddy", Bart moaned and pushed back even more Brian pushed past Barts second hole. "Ohhhhhhhh", Bart just winced and moaned "Ohhh my god you are so deep what was that", BArt moaned "Thats your pussy", Brian said. Feels good doesnt it "Ohhhh yes daddy. its my pussy", bart rattled off "Whose?" Brian said "your pussy daddy, please fuck it fuck me please", bart begged Brian pushed forward and started to fuck Bart. He was still gentle but picked up his pace and strokes. Bart now was moaning like a slut begging Brian to fuck him good. Brian picked up the pace and started to ram into Bart "Ohhhh shit my god i feel you in my stomach", bart moaned as Brian was now pounding into him and wrecking his prostate "What you want bitch", Brian asked "I want you to fuck me" bart said "And" brian asked "i want your cum", bart said "my what", brian asked pumping him and ramming his prostate which made bart moan out of control and babble "i want your poz cum", bart yelled out "i thought you dont want aids", brian responded picking up his pace "i dont but i want you, i know i wanted you from when i saw you in the bar.....fuck me please.....poz me please!!!!!", bart yelled Brian couldnt hold back any longer and he started to shoot his load into Bart "UGGGGGGGHHHHH here you go bitch", Brian moaned as he shot spurts of hot poz jism into Bart "Ohhhhhh Daddy", Bart said moaning and shooting on the floor all over. Coty there to lick it up. Brian kept fucking him and Bart kept pushing his ass back on Brians huge stick. For another 5 mintues Brian kept unloading and pushing his load deep into Bart. After he pulled out and Coty came over and cleaned his cock. Bart fell on the floor exhausted. He looked up at Brian cum all over smiling at his Daddy.

I think I’ll register a new fetish on behalf of my palpitating raw sisters. TDS. Maybe it will warrant its place in the back room section before too long. In the meantime DJT just raised $200M to right the miscarriage of justice and JB just gave up 5 percentage points.

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

Definitely the fucking.. The harder the fucking the better.. The load is the prize!

Biden and his handlers have done everything they can to screw the US. We need Trump and others like him.

9. i was a little scared because it looked like a drop of blood came out of the tip of my dick the first time. the second time it was a clear fluid. by the third time i did it, i read a sex ed book from the library and knew exactly what my dick was spitting out.

(This is a semi-true account of my recent bathhouse excursion. Yes, I am 23. The inner struggle described is real. If you want to help bring out my inner slut, DM me. I lurk on here way too much, and want to live out some of my fantasies with a truly dom top.) Also, this is my first story on here. Would love feedback on what worked and didn't. I don't have much experience writing stories. (pic of my body) Finals were over. Fuck was I glad. This past semester was super hard. All my classes were so boring and a lot of my friends were graduating, so everyone was on edge the entire time. Whatever, at least it’s over. To reward myself, I planned on getting high and going to the bathhouse to get fucked. You’d think that being 23, smooth with a tight body and well defined 6-pack would get you a lot of dick in college, but a lot of guys on campus usually chicken out. So I waited until classes were done to make up for all the dick I should have gotten. It was Friday night and most of my friends were out getting drunk to celebrate summer. Boring! Instead I shaved my hole, douched, and got ready to go to the bathhouse. I saved a couple pills of E from a rave I went to, and I was determined to get high and get my ass destroyed. “But...no bareback,” I repeated over and over again. “Promise me you’ll make guys use condoms,” I repeated. I was determined to minimize the after-fuck guilt and scare. I love feeling raw dick slide into my hole. I love having the shaft rub my Gspot and make me moan. And I especially love feeling the cock spasm as the top shoots his warm cum in my ass. I love all these things! BUT, I always work myself into a frenzy afterwards. I would do myself a favor and use condoms, so I won’t freak out the day after. “Condoms only!” I committed I finally got to the bathhouse. I timed the pills so they would kick in by the time I got the bathhouse. I got a locker, undressed and wrapped a towel around my tight, jock body. I was shivering from nervousness. As much as I love sex, doing it with random strangers still scares me a bit. Being a hypochondriac and cum slut isn’t the best combination. Oh well, that’s why I took the E. I got in the hot tub to relax a bit. There were a lot of guys here tonight I noted. After a few minutes, I got out to walk around. In the first hallway, I walked past a room with an open door. Inside was a pretty well-built daddy, probably in his late 40’s. He motioned me in. I acquiesced. “You are really sexy,” he told me. “Thanks. So are you,” I responded. I got on my knees and sucked his nice 7-inch cock. After several minutes, I got his cock rock hard. By now, the E had fully kicked in. In fact, I think I took too much, because I was getting a bit disoriented. My body was tingly all over, and my thoughts raced. My vision was going in and out, but I was still focused on his cock. The fit daddy pointed to the bed, and my inner submissive whore hastily obeyed. I got on my back and lifted my legs up, exposing my smooth hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube, squirted some on his cock, and rubbed some on my hole. He walked closer and lined his cockhead to my hole. “Um, can you please use a condom,” I weakly asked. The top frowned, but he nodded his head. He went to his bag and grabbed a condom. “Suck my dick some more, baby,” the daddy commanded. I quickly gobbled up his cock. Good job I thought to myself. Way to stick to our agreement of no BB. Within a few minutes, his cock was hard again, getting past the fact that he had to wrap it up. He ripped the wrapper and rolled on the condom, lubed up his cock, and approached my hole. I was on my back again and saw his face. The face of intent. His body glistened with manliness. I could never get this back at my college campus. This much man. This much experience and dominance. I was in bliss. He slowly pushed in. My hole wasn’t used to condoms, so it really hurt. The daddy was slow though. He added more lube and kept pushing. After about 5 minutes, he still hadn’t made much progress. “You’re really tight,” he whispered in my ear with his cock still pressed against my hole. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a while...are you neg?” I asked “Why does it matter” he retorted with annoyance, “I’m wearing a condom.” Don’t even think about asking him to fuck you raw! I screamed at myself. Come on slut! You know you want it. You play coy, but you and I know you’re going to let him fuck you raw, I urged myself. What’s another night of bareback. You’ve earned it. You got a 4.0 this quarter. Reward yourself with raw cock. “Hey, maybe you can just tease my hole without a condom for a bit.,” I meekly said. The daddy stood back up and his face brightened up. In his smile, there was a tinge of darkness. He was going to fuck me raw and load me up. He knew this, and I knew this. “Ok, baby,” he responded. He quickly threw off the condom. Then he spit on my hole and rubbed his cock up and down. It felt so good. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. The hot daddy saw this and pushed his cock into my hole. “We really shouldn’t. Please don’t fuck me raw,” I unconvincingly pleaded. My voice was so soft and weak that both of us knew I didn’t mean it. He kept pushing. I moaned. Skin on skin feels so good. A few moments later, he was inside. I felt his warm cock pulsating. I looked at him. Any bit of care and tenderness was wiped from his face. In their place was pure lust. He looked at me with animal eyes. Even his breathing changed. His breaths were now grunts. He slid his cock halfway out and then rammed it back in. His slow rhythm was in perfect sync with his grunts. His cock was rubbing my hole in all the right places. I was moaning so loudly. I knew the whole bathhouse could hear me, but I was too high and in too much pleasure to fucking care. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my cock” he said to me. “Ugh yeah, please fuck me! Your cock feels so good!” I moaned. He pulled his cock all the way out, slapped my hole, and then shoved it back in. His sweat dripped on me. His odor flooded my senses. I was enveloped in this god’s aura. He varied his pace for a few more minutes before flipping me over. I backed myself up furiously on his raw cock. My body felt like electricity from the E. He slapped my ass and then grabbed my hips to gain control. He pounded my ass for what felt like hours. I was in slut heaven. Then without warning, he pulled out and stepped away. I turned around, showing him desperate, pleading eyes. Even with my impaired vision, I could see the sweat that glistened on his body. His masculine stance with huge arms flexed on either side. He was breathing heavily, sign of the work he’s been putting in. “Please fuck me, sir. Your cock feels so good. I really need it,” my depraved self pleaded. “I’m getting close, boy. I’m about to bust my load, “ he responded,“If I keep fucking you, I’m going to breed you. I’m not wasting my load on your bac.,” I didn’t say anything. I was paralyzed by conflict. I was paralyzed by how good his cock felt. I was paralyzed by how much I wanted his load inside my hole. Not waiting for my response, he flipped me on my back and shoved his cock inside me. “Ohhhhhh fuckkk yes,” my mouth finally vocalized. He took my ankles and pushed them way back. He had a perfect view of my hole. But instead, he fixed his gazed on my face. As he pounded my hole, he said to me, “I’m going to breed your hole boy. Fill your guts with my warm seed. My hot seed.” The room was filled with guttural noises and animal instincts: Cock in and out. Sweat dripped. In. And out. Grunting. Bam. Bam. Bam. In. And Out. Grunt. Moan. “Please spit on me. Make me your bitch,” I pleaded as I sniffed in more of his scent. He scoffed at me. His eyes were filled with disgust. Here is a dumb bitch asking to be spit on taking raw cock. The same dumb bitch that pretended to want condoms. The same bitch that is high out of his mind. Disgust swirled in his mouth and he quickly spat on my face. Then, BAMMM he smacked my face with all his might and I lost my breath due to the shock and pain. He grabbed my face and turned me to face him. “Beg me for my seed, you dumb bitch,” he demanded. “Beg me to breed your cunt.” FUCKING BEG HIM, YOU WHORE. I screamed to myself. “Please, sir. Please breed me,” I managed. “Yeah? You want it? Say it, bitch. Tell me what you want,” he urged. “Your hot load. Please fill me up. I want your cum,” I said with more strength. “Oh fuck yeah, boy! I’m going to fill you up with my load,” he continued. “Yes!! Fuck me. Fuck your poz load into me,” I moaned. He stopped fucking me and said, “Poz load? Who said I was poz?” I came out of my haze and sheepishly smiled at him. “Sorry.” “Oh so you’re a fucking chaser aren’t you? You sick, dirty fuck. I bet you want poz loads, huh? I bet you want my dick to flood you with venom.” I could tell this was really turning him on. He picked up his paced. He was really railing me now. “You’re going to get my poz load. I’m going to fill you up with my sick dick,” he yelled. “Yes, fill me with your poz load! I need it! PLEASE!” I exclaimed. My inner slut was out. “Fuck yeah, boy!” the hot daddy exclaimed. And with that, he thrusted into me hard. His whole body was shuddering as he half collapsed on top of me. “Ohhhh fuckkk,” he grunted. I felt his cock pulsate in my hole. Moving up and down slightly. Then I felt warmness inside my hole. With each pulse, my hole felt warmer and slicker. I had milked this hot daddy for his man juices, and I felt so proud. Despite all the inner turmoil, I loved the feeling of being bred. The danger and risk. The weight as the top presses down from pleasure and exhaustion. I loved everything about it. After a few minutes, the top composed himself. He slowly slid out of my hole, and just gave me a smirk. “Thank you, sir,” I offered. “You’re welcome, slut,” he returned. He pushed me over to make room for him on the dirty mattress. I rested in his arms for some mandatory post-coital cuddling. He said that was hot and asked how old I was. “23,” I said. “Fuck, such a slut at such a young age.” “Hahah, yeah I watch a lot of porn and read some pretty angular erotica,” I said. “Angular erotica...hah!” After a few minutes, I got restless. I was still rolling hard from the E and now that I have fully abandoned safety, I was intent on getting more dick. I got up and wrapped my towel around my waist. I thank him again, and made my way for the door. I paused and turned to face him one last time. “Are you actually poz?” I asked . “Maybe,” he said coldly. I just smiled and exited the room. My body still pulsating from the E. If only my professors and friends could see me right now; I thought to myself, the control freak that asks smartass questions in class is taking anonymous cum up his ass. With that thought, I walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.