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My husband and I went for an early run on the beach. (Long story short we wake-up early and because our dog died two weeks ago and we need to change it up and get out of the house.) Hard run, shirtless, sweating like pigs, and we run by three guys going the other way. About thirty minutes later two of the three are coming back and stop us; the shorter one pulls his shorts down and is fully hard. My husband fucks the taller one of them bent over a rail with his hairy bubble butt out for anyone to see. The shorter one who waved his hard-on has me bent over next to his friend and bones me like it’s closing time at the bar; fast and furious. Sweat for lube for all of us. The smaller guy was loud and verbal; when he got close his dick got about twice as thick inside me (still nothing like my husband’s behemoth horse-cock) and his fucking got twice as hard and deep. Felt like he was ripping my chute up and made me yell when he flooded me with his spunk. On the run back couldn’t keep it all in and all I could think was, “Hot damn; something to post!” That and that anyone seeing me would see the growing cum spot in my thin light blue Jeb North shorts. LOL We got back about 45 minutes ago and I couldn’t post until now because my husband told me what a slut I am and gave me a really hard fuck of his own. Hurt so fucking good; took him a while to fuck out his always-huge load so his Red Bull-thick 9” cock really tore-up my guts until he blew his wad and added it to the anon load from the beach. After I couldn’t get his dick in my mouth fast enough to clean it; savored the flavor combination! 🐷 What a great way to start a Saturday!

My ass after getting loaded..😈🫣

Mike was scared as hell as he followed Bobby and “Master” into the dungeon It had been super uncomfortable to tell Marc that he was also in love with Uncle Martin and that he was going to be his second lover. He had found his little brother alone in his room and shared the "news" “But you are straight!” Marc had said, clearly surprised and put off by this “I’ve been hiding who I really am. I came out to Bobby and Uncle Martin at lunch and told them I was also in love with our uncle. Bobby was nice enough to agree to share his husband with me and and Uncle Martin said he loved me too. So there you have it” Mike lied trying to sound convincing Marc looked sad and for some reason said “Thank you , Big Brother” ‘For letting you know?” Mike asked “Yeah, thank you for letting me know. I hope you can be happy” Marc had said still sounding sad Now in the dungeon Master had told him to strip and bust out his own anal cherry the same way he had made Bobby do it. Mike moaned in pain as he worked his way down the huge dildo, This was far worse than he imagined as he moved up and down. He could not believe that according to Bobby he would come to love and even crave this feeling Master kicked his les out from underneath him when he had about six inches to go and Mike plunged down on that dildo that Bobby had learned was made from a cast of Master’s cock The pain was incredible but Mike’s cock got rock hard “Someone is a masochist, interesting” Master said in a pleased tone He flipped the switch on the back of the chair and the vibration and shocks started as Mike was made to read his consent to what was happening to him into the camera. The difference was that the shocks that hid just been pain to Bobby made Mike’s cock drip, Mike had the family’s more than adequate cock and it twitched with every shock Master and Bobby strapped Mike down for his first breeding and the pumps were attached to his nipples “I know you hate this even more than Bobby does so I am going to make yours even bigger than his. You will spend at least a hour every singe day being pumped and stretched, without fail. I will let you know when they are big enough. It’s going to be a while” Master said as the suction took hold for the first time Mike hated the idea but the suction almost made him cum Once Mike was totally immobile Master had Bobby put a pair of headphones on him Master leaned close and pressed a button then whispered in that silky manipulative voice of his “You deserve this, you want this, your body loves pain because you know you need to be punished, you know I’m doing this for your own good and it’s your fault I have to hurt you, It’s your fault I’m going to infect you with HIV, you are not even really a man, yu know you want to be my pretty girl and get pregnant with my viral baby” Then he pressed the button again, then another button and those evil, manipulative, pervasive words started playing over and over quietly. He could hear hat was said around him over the mind fucking whispers as he started to understand why Bobby had so much trouble and gave in each time. This evil voice was also the voice of his father figure and that made it even harder to resist Mike was on his back with his legs spread wide and bent to his chest. His hole was exposed and vulnerable. PrEP was not a 100% guarantee. It was close but there was always the slightest chance… Master rammed into him balls deep and probably would have torn him apart if not for the well lubed dildo he had just been sitting on. It still hurt like hell though. Master pounded him hard and Mike came hard from the pain and those words “you are not even really a man, yu know you want to be my pretty girl and get pregnant with my viral baby”, Deep down inside a twisted part of him wanted exactly that. He had a bigger problem than Bobby because he could not deny some of the things Master said were true. His cock spewing cum without him touching himself as Master fucked him was all the proof anyone needed ************************ Bobby watched as Master fucked his brother. He remembered the latest poison seed Master had been planting in him for the last week “Don’t be jealous of your brother. I will still have plenty of time to hurt you and plenty of cum to breed you with” It would never have occurred to him to be jealous till Master had said that, but the seed had taken root and Bobby fought resentment for the attention Mike was getting from Master Bobby shook himself. What a ridiculous thought! He hated what Master did to him! If anything, he should feel sympathy for his brother… but when Master praised Mike for cumming for him without touching himself the jealousy surged back. He saw Master watching him and tried to hide what he was feeling but Master smiled and started telling Mike what a pretty girl he was and how good his ass felt , how he was going to enjoy getting Mike pregnant so much and the anger rose even higher in him Master pounded his brother even harder and then shouted “Take my toxic seed, pretty girl! I’m putting my toxic baby in you right now!” and Bobby could see Master's balls pull up and pulse as they pumped toxic cum into his brother’s neg ass Bobby seethed with jealousy and resentment. He saw Master smirking at him and knew he had lost another battle, slipping further into this evil man's control Master pulled out, walked over to Bobby and whispered in his ear “That felt so good, I love your brother’s ass. I know you are jealous so I’m going to give you the chance for revenge” Then he said loud enough for both to hear “Bobby, I’m going to let you make a decision and I won’t be upset either way you decide. Your brother is tied up and helpless. You can let him loose or you can fuck him and breed him. If you let him loose, the session is over for today. If you fuck him I’m going to keep him in pain for another hour. It’s your choice” ************************* Mike sighed in relief and closed his eyes… it was over for today.. Bobby would free him and it would be over Then his eyes flew open as he felt a cock almost as big as Master’s ram up his ass. Bobby, his beloved older brother was fucking him with a look of anger on his face Master smiled and did something that increased the suction on his already sore nipples, making them hurt even more, which made Mike’s cock start to harden again “You think you are so special, you little bitch!” Bobby growled “You think Master wants you more than he wants me! Master married ME! Not you! You can never have that! I will always come first with Master! You are just going to be a cumdump for both of us! Now take my cum like the slut you are!” Bobby said and Mike felt his brother’s cock pulsing inside of him as Bobby bred him and the shame and humiliation of it made him cum again Master praised Bobby and then proceeded to fuck Mike three mort times for over the promised hour. When he was finally finished he pulled the suction cups off Mike’s nipples and the pain was the worst of the day. To his same Mike came again The next day Master reversed the roles, Bobby was the one tied down and in pain and Mike was the one who was made jealous. Mike fucked his brother even more brutally than he had been fucked the day before ******************* Martin was enjoying turning the two brothers against each other. He wanted to be the only focus in their lives and making them compete for his attention just made them easier to control. He made Bobby responsible for strapping Mike down and pumping his nipples every day and that added to the contention between them. When Mike was not so horned up that he could not think, he hated the change to his chest. Within weeks Mike’s nipples caught up and passed Bobby’s who was allowed to pump only to maintain what he had now The two sniped at each other almost constantly outside the dungeon and it was music to Martin’s ears as he continued to set them against each other ********************* Bobby sat at his best friends house, Mike was in his arms as they talked, naked in bed “How does he manipulate us so easily?” he asked his brother, then he absently kissed him on the cheek “I don’t know, when I see him paying attention to you and I see red. I can’t help it” Mike responded When they were alone together there was nothing but love between them. They even made love to each other to strengthen their bond. They couldn’t help it. They were falling in love with each other “Thank god we talked it out, I was so angry with you that I hated you for a while” Bobby said “We have to agree that anything that happens with him around is not out fault. I will never blame you for anything you do under his control and I hope you do the same for me” Mike said “Yes, my head clears as soon as he is not around and I feel instantly sorry for the things I did, I love you so much Mike” Bonny reapplied squeezing his little brother in his arms “You guys have fun! I got a hot date” Bobby’s best friend allied from downstairs. The guy was great. He didn’t care why Bobby and Mike needed to hide together here, or what they did together, he was just happy to help out As they heard the front door close they started kissing for real. Bobby was definitely the more aggressive of the two. He was the top nearly all the time He had not blinked when Mike had asked him “Can you call me your girl?” The first time they made love, Between them it was an expression of love not derogatory or meant to demean He got on top of Mike who was now on his back “I need to be in my girl so much” He said and lifter Mike’s legs to his shoulders, sliding in with practiced ease “Fuuuukkk I love my big handsome brother man in me” Mike moaned After a few minutes Bobby flipped him over and took him on his hands and knees “Ohh fuck,,, do it Big Brother! I need it!” Mike told him Bobby reached under his brother and his fingers found those big, sensitive nipples and began pinching and pulling on them, almost like he was making them as he slid in and out of his little brother They tried to turn everything bad Martin did to them into something wonderful between them but something in Mike was broken. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get off without a little pain and humiliation, His hatred of the way his nipples looked now was the easiest way for Bobby to satisfy that need in his brother/lover, After just a few minutes the two brothers came together, bobby filling Mike’s ass with cum and Mike shooting into his cupped hand, then sharing the load with the brother he was in love with The love they had for each other finally turned the tide in their wars with Martin’s control. They couldn’t help what they did when with him but sometimes they could look at each other and calm the other with a look of love. Things went along smoothly as possible for two boys under the control of am evil, sadistic, manipulator until the 2nd time they both tested neg despite Martin’s best efforts A week later Martin summoned them to the dungeon “You are more clever than I give you credit for Bobby. This had to come from you or you would have been infected before Mike came along” he said holding two PrEP pills in his hands The boys were so frightened they couldn’t say anything “The PrEP will be completely out of your system in 30 days It had better be. If you do not test HIV positive in four months I will poz Marc on his 18th birthday the throw you all out into the streets. I promise you, you will only get one chance at this ’m going to save my cum until then so I will be shooting huge, toxic loads. I will infect you both or you will be living on the streets with a brother who has even more health issues. Bobby, you will sign these papers granting me full custody of Marc so I can control his healthcare so you don't try to get him on PrEP too. I warn you if you don’t so exactly what I say I will say I have new found religious beliefs that reject modern medicine and cut off all his medications within a week I will enslave and pox him on his 18th birthday no matter what you do. If you boys play by my rules I will keep supporting all three of you, if not you will be three homeless poz boys Helplessly Bobby signed the papers “Now get out of my sight” Martin said waving them out Bobby knew the PrEP would loose most of it’s affectedness after just 7 days, 30 days wah to have every trace of it out of their blood He was so upset. He couldn’t think of a way out this time. The only thing he could think to do was write his dad ****************** For being in prison Paul had a pretty pleasant life right now. He had his husband who he loved so much and he got to force his cock into unwilling neg holes and poz them once or twice a week. If Paul didn’t do it, someone else would and Paul had a 100% batting average for making these boys love his cock by the end of their first fuck. Paul had a real talent for converting straight men to wanton cumdumps His favorite person to fuck was his husband Carl though. For the last few months Carl had been his submissive bottom every night. “I’m not just your husband, I belong to you Paul, you own my mind, my body and my soul. I love you so much My Master” Carl would whisper deep in the night. They both knew they only had about 5 months left together before Tony’s plan would free Paul. That would separate them forever because Carl would never get out of prison. He was serving three life sentences Paul savored every moment with this wonderful, gentle, loving man The guard came around with the mail. He tossed a letter to Paul and said "The Warden wants to see you” to Carl The letter was from Bobby and it told him all about the PrEP disaster and Martin’s threats. Once again Paul cursed these prison walls, There was nothing he could do! No way he could help his sons in time Then a solution of sorts presented itself The solution was in the short term incredibly painful but offere4d hope in the future. Paul had to rewrite the letter he wrote back to Bobby twice because tears smeared the ink of the first two. They were both teas of pain and tears of joy *********************** About a week and a half after Martin had confronted them Bobby and Mike sat sunk in depression at Bobby’s best friend’s house when they heard a knock on the front door Bobby’s friend called up to them “Bobby! There is someone here to see you” Bobby and Mike went down the stairs and saw a tall, bald muscular man somewhere in his 40s standing there The man’s eyes teared up when he saw them “You have to be Bobby and Mike, you look so much like your dad” in a voice that seemed on the verge of tears “Do we know you?” Bobby asked “Here, this will explain it all” the man said handing him a letter It was from their dad and it started Dear Bobby: The man giving you this letter is my husband, Carl. He’s there to poz you and Mike before Martin can... ************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Carl to the rescue? Let me know what you think Scanbu

I turned 60 last month. Thursday night I gave a 30-somthing Latino (friend of someone I've played with in the past who was there in a 3-way but I never fucked him, only the friend) 3 loads in ~2.5 hours. (Normally 3 loads take 3+ hours...) Today, I gave a 40-something Latino 2 loads in ~3 hours. ( There was ~ 1.5 hours of intense making out first...) As the Blues singer Lattimore said (emphasis mine), "I may be old. But I'm NOT cold! I STILL know how to bury the bone!" 😜

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex. One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me. A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful. A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw. First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that. Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes! Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot. Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies. After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast. I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys. I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while. A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug. I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over. Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder. He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it. "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked. "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it." "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested. "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up." "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole. Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me. "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick." He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged. "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me. I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself. "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded. "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you." I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz." "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts. I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole. "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him. "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

6. I was so happy that I hugged him extra tight. I think he was happy seeing how happy I was, even if he didn’t show it in the same way I did. He pushed me on the bed and lifted my legs about his shoulders. He fucked me slowly. They were intentional thrusts. They were also hitting something amazing in my ass. He started pounding harder and faster. He spread my legs wide and used them to give him better leverage. He started pounding, and I begged him for his load. He crawled on to the bed, and I cozied up next to him asking for more drugs. He said no. He told me to come join him on the bed. There was no way I could sleep feeling this wired, but he seemed like he was about to nod off. I prolly did way more drugs than he did, which might explain it. “I don’t think I can sleep, sir,” I said. “I’m still so horny and awake.” He said if I can’t sleep then be a good but and go stock up on Gatorade. Get at least 6 or 7 big bottles. And if he’s still asleep, then I should go get some cock. But I better be here when he wakes up. Found the nearest gas station and stocked up on Gatorade, came back and he was still sleeping. I was horny, but not as horny as before, but still needed some cock. I didn’t want to stray too far and was nervous about bringing someone back here and disturbing Bear. I thought of the front desk guy, wondering if he’s still here. I changed into a sluttier tank top that showed my nipples and stripped my shorts to just a pair of white boxer briefs. I went downstairs to the lobby and rung the bell. He came out from the back, stopped, and took in the sight of this young, scantily dressed boy in his motel near the side of the highway. I thought about how to approach this. Play it coy or commit? I committed and just said to him I’m feeling really horny and wanted to know if he needed any help. Not sure if he was expecting that, if he’s so used to the clientele, or if it’s this time of year due to IML bringing horned dogs far and wide to the area, but he just told me to go to the back. In no time, he was fucking me. The fuck wasn’t that hot, but the scene was. Me being so forward and slutty was. So it was overall a hot experience. I begged for his load. As he pulled out and recovered, I asked him if there are any other guests that he thinks may be down. After taking a moment to collect himself, He said I’m really hungry huh? I said yes! Just need more cock and cum from anyone. He looked convinced, reached for his walkie talkie, and told the other person on the other like to come to his office. He’s got a hot surprise. A few minutes passed, and a guy dressed like the janitor/cleaning staff enters. He was darker skinned and looked very middle age. Big gut. Rough but not rugged. Like a hard working man, but not one that was physically intensive. Just one that seemed to drain his soul, except for moments like this. I took that as my cue and started shaking my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart and winked my hole. Not wasting a moment, the new guy unbuttoned his pants and slammed his small cock into me. He fucked me fast and frantically, and came. The whole thing was really hot. I didn’t think Bear was up yet, but honestly I was starting to get a little tired at this point. I went back to the room, got naked, and cuddled up to Bear. Fell asleep in his arms. Wasn’t the best sleep honestly, but Im glad I got some sleep.

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.

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.

Been meaning to write this story a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy it, I might continue it ~~~~~~ With the recent rains the night air was cool and refreshing as I walked along the wet sand path in the middle of the night in the dark desert. With only the nearly full moon above with the occasional obscuring cloud and the little blacklight flashlight for spotting scorpions to give me light it might be unnerving to other people but I loved the desert at night. Especially now with the rains the night seemed truly alive with animal and insect noises abundant. Thankfully the wildlife kept to themselves with no glowing scorpions appearing in my path. This patch of desert was about fifteen minutes out of town in a hiking park and not the first time I'd come this far at night. I knew I wasn't alone from how many cars I'd seen at the parking lot at the head of the trail and by the footprints in the wet sand I was following. I could feel my cock start to throb and swell in the basketball shorts I wore with nothing underneath as I thought about the fun I had the last time I had been here late at night. Suddenly I could hear voices ahead of me and I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. With the moon out for the moment I spotted a group of shadows moving under a cluster of mesquite trees around some low boulders. Getting closer I suddenly heard a gasping moan and the slap of flesh against flesh and I knew I had found what I was looking for. Stepping up I clicked off the flashlight and into the darkness of the trees. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the shadows but the sight was enough to make me glad I'd taken the time to come all the way out here. A small group of men were crowded around a wide, low boulder with several bent over it or laying on it with men either behind them or between their legs thrusting away. I could hear the moans of the bottoms and the grunting of the men fucking them and I couldn't wait to join them as my shorts tented fully in front of me by the time I joined them. A few of the guys gathered nodded at my approach and moved aside to make room for me to get a better look. I watched for a few minutes as another somewhat chubby guy was bent over the boulder with is wide ass being pounded by a fat dick as my eyes got further adjusted to the darkness. My cock was tenting my shorts and starting to leak so I tugged the hem down beneath my balls and started to stroke myself as I looked around at the group. No one was talking beyond grunting and moaning out small words of excitement as they fucked in the darkness of the desert. I was wondering what to do next when I felt a hand brush across my chubby ass before reaching over to give my cock a few strokes then back to give a cheek a squeeze. Looking I couldn't really tell what the man looked like but reaching out I felt a somewhat thin but long cock that leaked across my fingers as I started to stroke it in return. Feeling him groping my ass I knew what he wanted and it just happened to be exactly what I wanted too. Moving over to a free spot on the boulder next to the other man I bent over against the cool stone and pushed my shorts down around my knees. The man was right there behind me, his hands groping and kneading my ass and I soon felt the leaking tip of his cock sliding up and down my hole. He grunts in happiness as his dick catches my already lubed hole, my ass prepared from the plug I had worn on my ride out here. We both groan out into the night air as he presses in, my hole loosening enough to let his wide head slip inside as well as a few inches. I reached under me and started to slowly squeeze and stroke my cock as the nameless man fucked his pole deeper into my hole until his hips were eventually bouncing off my cheeks. His grunts were music to my ears as I moaned in reply like a good bottom, squeezing around the cock as it rakes against my prostate making me drip with each throb of my own dick. "Yeah, fuck that faggot good" I heard a voice to my side and realize it came from a man standing close stroking his prick watching me get fucked. My current fucker took the encouragement and started to speed up the pace, his hips starting to clap against my ass with increasing tempo while groaning out as I clenched down around him. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts with his eagerness. As I was getting fucked harder and loving every moment of it I heard a gasping moan and looked to my fellow bottom and saw his fucker hilt himself fully into him, the tops ass clenching visibly as he must've been pumping a load into the lucky man. The man fucking me seemed to slow down a moment to watch as the pair grind against each other for a few second before the top slides his cock out of the sloppy hole. There was hardly any time for the bottom to rest before another man takes the tops hole and slides in without any resistance, the bottom gasping out a low "Fuck yeah," as he was filled again as his top starts to fuck him hard right from the bat using the previous mans cum as extra lube. My attention on the others was broken as my fucker suddenly picked up the pace again making me yep with surprise then groan with enjoyment as he pounded my hole. His fingers dug into my hips suddenly and I felt his motions get shaky before he suddenly fell on top of me and hilted himself pinning me against the boulder. I could feel his cock swell before a warmth began to fill me, my voice moaning out as I feel this stranger dump his load into me while growling out in my ear, telling me to take his load. He didn't wait long before he pushed himself up and slowly pulled his softening prick free from my asshole with a pop. Panting softly I barely lifted my head to look back in time to see the man that had been stroking his cock watching me get fucked step up behind me and put his hand on my back. Pushing me down again he slaps his cock against my hole, suddenly realizing it was much larger than it had looked in the darkness. "Oh fuck, fuck me please," I moaned out as my cockhungry side really started to take hold. I had just taken some strangers load in my ass in the middle of the desert at night, completely forgetting the condoms I had in my pocket but once again I couldn't help myself and allowed him to fuck me. And now I was lifting my chubby ass towards another faceless man like some wanton whore while looking over my shoulder. It was by chance that the clouds shifted away from the moon as I felt him start working his fat, uncut head into my already stretched and dripping hole. Already used to the darkness the bit of light that shone through the branches was enough for me to see some of the man's torso. At first the shadows hid it but then as I felt his hips press against my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart in order to hilt his fat dick in my hungry hole, did I finally see it. Across his pec was the unmistakable shape of a tattoo of a scorpion within in a bright red biohazard symbol. My asshole clenches around the cock I now realized was toxic and dripping it's own venom into my unprotected insides. He groans as he flexes his cock inside me, drawing out a moan from me as he started to pull out then slide back in with long, deep strokes that make my own dick throb and drip with excitement as this toxic stranger started to fuck me harder and faster. Glancing around the increased moonlight let me see that several of the other tops fucking their own moaning cumdumps had their own tattoos proudly displaying their POZ status. I had not come here seeking poz loads but as that heavenly toxic cock plowed my eager hole I knew I wasn't leaving without more. I'd always been told to watch out for scorpions in the desert but I had never stopped to consider this kind!

While cruising the State Park during a hot July summer, I decided to take one of the woodsier trails back into the wilder areas. The trail almost got lost in the underbrush, but I kept on walking. It was pretty quiet until I came into a small clearing that couldn't be seen from the road. There right in front of me was a Japanese man with his wrists cuffed and tied to seperate trees lifting him on his tip toes. His was completely naked, and his feet were similarly cuffed and tied barefoot and giving his body the appearance of an "X." Beside the man, was a table with different implements on it including lube, toys, riding crop and flogger, tit clamps. and more. Also, to my dismay ... condoms. The man felt my presence, and said, "Hey. My wife caught me smoking. I am not supposed to smoke anymore, but she caught me. She said I had to do this as punishment for my disobedience. I only ask that you play safe. You can do anything you wish, but please use condoms for fucking." "This is hot but kind of weird man," I said. I was surprised, but also turned on quite a bit. This fortunate find was stirring an aggression I didn't know I had in me. This fucker disobeyed his wife, and now he was gonna pay the price. I had on easy to kick off running shoes, shed my shorts and underwear, but kept my wife beater t-shirt on. He was smooth all over, and had a Dad bod, with some muscle. It was obvious he was pretty sedentary during his work week. I on the other hand played soccer everyday and didn't have an ounce of fat on me, which made my cock look even bigger. Under my shirt, I had a light smattering of hair and a treasure trail that reach down to the treasure this man would soon discover. I was fairly lean with a 5'10 frame, with dark hair and even darker eyes. Eyes that right now I am sure looked black. I went up and said, "Well, if I help you out, what is in it for me?" "Any thing you want?" "Anything huh?" With that I set up my camera phone on a nearby stump where he didn't see it. You could tell he was getting cold by the goose bumps on his skin and his rigid nipples. Even the little hair around his nips stood straight out. I ran my hand lightly down his back causing him to shiver. "Its your lucky day. I have some frustrations to work out," I said matter of factly. Among the toys was a ball gags, which I securely fastened to his head. It was really tight to the point that he made gurgling sounds as his tongue adjusted. I took a balaclava type mask off the table and put it over his head so he couldn't see. I got really close to his neck and licked a bit of his persperation. He shivered. I picked up the ruthless looking tit clamps with a chain tying them together. I tested the sharpness and tightness of the metal clamps. I whistled. "You might feel a little pinch." I matter of factly attached the left clamp and gave it a tug. Whimpering came from under the mask. "Oh you liked that. It sounds like it felt good. Lets do the other. I gave it a little extra pinch.'" The whimper loudly this time. I grabbed the chain and gave it a pull to the dismay of the man hanging before me. He tried to cry out, but nothing but gurggley whines. He also wiggled trying to get free. "We are just getting started friend." My backpack was still on, so I swung it off my shoulder and opened the zipper and pulled out some Icy Hot. The muscles in my back had been giving me trouble, so I kept some on hand for after practice. I took some of the cream and rubbed it all over his balls and his tiny plump dick, making sure to not miss his piss slit. He was relieved at the gentle massage until the medicine in the cream started it's slow burn. He cried out, "Peeefs stup." "I don't understand you, and I find it irritating that you are distracting me," I growled. I then put some of the cream on his already inflamed nipples. I grabbed the riding crop off the table, and then I grabbed his burning nutsac and pulled them back between his knees. I took the riding crop and gave him six good whacks with the crop on his balls. He tried to scream. "Those were for my enjoyment. Your wife gets four as well, because ..." Whack "You!" Whack. "Didn't!" Whack. "Listen!" Whack. The mask hung sweat soaked as he was trying to get away. The mosquitos were having the time of their lives drawing out his blood little by little. A wasp landed on his right pec. I took the riding crop and hit him so it stung. By the time I crushed it, It had gotten him six times. "Are you allergic to wasps?" He shook his head no. "That's a good thing for you friend. ... That wasn't out of bounds, was it? You said I could do whatever I wanted too, right? Oh, and we forgot to agree on a safe word." Silence. I walked up and washed his balls with some bottled water he had on the table. The cool of the water startled him and he shuddered. "I believe I asked you a question?" and I tugged his chain so hard the nipple clamps ripped off leaving red welts. He tried to scream and spit out a glob of sputum. I took the glob and smeared it is his crack. I took the water botter and shoved the top in his asshole and squeezed water into his rectum. Again he tried to pull away. The water came out as I used my two meaty fingers to pry it open. The water was clear. "Good boy. Now answer my question by nodding 'yes or no' before I take some of that stinging nettle you trussed yourself up near like an idiot, and apply it to some very sensitive places where the oils will burn and burn and water won't help." His head nodded in acceptence. "You said I could do whatever I wanted. Yes or no?" He nodded in agreement. "I brought along a little something something that might help you actually enjoy some of this fun we're having. Would you like that?" Head nodding through sounds of crying. I reached into my bad and found a plastic baggie full of shards. I took a fairly large one placed it at his hole, and took a small butt plug I had slightly lubed and pushed the shard it, causing instant burning. More writhing, crying, gurgling from the man hung by his extremities between two trees. "You will get used to it, you smoking disobedient asshole. You'll get to love it. Your wife will wish you still smoked a pack a day when I finish with you. We haven't even used half the stuff on this table yet." I then took a rope off the table and tied a loop around his nuts and pulled them tight to thick branch of a fallen tree and then tied his dick by the glans to the tree in front of him pulling it tight in the opposite direction. It was slipping off the tip of his dick, so I used the clamps to secure the rope. He writhed in pain as the clamps latched on, which caused his sac to painfully stretch. I took the toys and started fucking him with it and the moans that once were painful short bursts soon became calmer. Until I took the crop with his dick and balls again. The mask was soaked and to keep him from dehydrating, I ripped the mask off, and looked into his shocked eyes, removed the ball gag, and shoved the bottle in his mouth and squeezed. The water both choked and relieved the man. I refastened the ball gag, and watched as his eyes ran down my body to my hard thick 8 inch cock. "Oh yeah. That's going in you" The man looked frightened and then his eyes discovered the toxic tattoo on the back of my neck as I pulled off my tshirt. His eyes watered and I could tell he was trying to beg for mercy that he wasn't going to get. RIght then I heard the weeds move and a branch break as a passer-by was geeting too close for comfort. The park ranger stood before us. His darked chest hair poking out of the neck of his uniform. What do we have here?" He asked. to be continued.

Out for dinner on Friday’s night with friends and family. On the way to the bathroom, spotted a very cute Latino looking guy, he gave me a big smile and I did the same to him. My head was a bit dizzy from Vino and didn’t quite register until I opened the bathroom’s door to leave, to my very surprise and shocked, he stood right in front of me. What a package for smaller guy. Saying he was completely versatile and on a short vacation. We exchanged the number and less than an hour later I received a message and location…. I couldn’t make it that night and rearranged for the next day late afternoon. I had been with number of guys my age and this one was a completely surprised with his aggressiveness, dominant and full with personality. I got to his hotel’s room and gave a knocking, he opened right away. Again with big smile, pulled my neck down and started face sucking with his hands grabbed and squeezed my butt’s cheeks. For less than a minute, he managed to get me naked and dragged me to bed. It was fast and furious, pushed me on my back, holding on my ankles and again with big smile on his face. Rubbing his fat cock on my asshole, stared at me and suddenly one big pushed, he was ball deep inside me. The pain and fullness piercing into the fresh, he grinded and gave me the devil look. Unprepared for this and didn’t want to chicken out, bitted my teeth went through with the pain. He leaned forward for a lips locked and hammering my hole for 5 minutes and it seemed like hours. The big mushroom head did the damaged and made it thrilled. Never before my assring being stretched to an extreme . Judging on his face, he enjoyed popping in and out my assring…. Soon my hole got loose and he pushed my feet over my head with only his toes on touched the mattress, he did a long and furious strokes. The sweat was dripping from his face and chest onto my body. For 20 minutes, I was being used and it registered in my head I’m being used and happy with it…. Near the end, he slowed down, lips locked and hugged me tightly, and again started to hampering into me with a quick jabbing. With a loud noise and tongue fucking my throat:::: he exploded. He stopped for 20 seconds to catch his breath, “how was it” he asked me. Today, Sunday, I still feeling it, and as they say, good fuck lasted days. A very very good surprise from a smaller compact Latino guy… a cute little one definitely on my short lists. He texted me next day and looking for a repeat on his next visit…. Can’t wait.

what I imagine Carl or martins daddy dicks look like

Warming up with some toys and then properly gaped.

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

When I teach the fisting class at CLAW and Pig Week with Sir Kirk I do that exact same thing: oil based first then water baaed because the coating of oil base maintain some slickness as the water base dries out. Plus, the oil base coats the rectum and repels the water so the water based lube doesn't get absorbed as easily/quickly. I tend to use Slam Dunk for the oil based and X-Lube or FFausten (same structure in both) for the water based. If you use either of those two water based, watch the You Tube video of Axel Abysse showing you how to mix X-Lube; the results using his method are perfect everything, which differ some from the instructions on the bottle.

After a couple weeks most of the details had been handled. Norma had made all the arrangements in advance and an urn containing her remains was respectfully packed to be taken home by the boys His sons were named Charles and Dallas but preferred to go by Chip and Dale and yes they knew both the chipmunk and erotic dancer implications ro those names though both had been far before their time Nick had initially apologized to them for not being there before this point “What do you have to apologize for? You had no idea we existed and I don’t think it took you even half a day to get to us once you did find out” Dale said “If anything, we should apologize. We knew about you and even had your phone number from Mom’s phone number but we never reached out to you. Grandpa would have freaked out” Chip followed up “You did what you had to do. Lets just be happy we have each other now” Nick said and they dropped the subject As for their home and where it was going to be. That very first night as they all dealt with the shock and grief of Norma’s passing, the boys had asked to spend the night anywhere but in the place they grew up, Nick had taken a large hotel suite and there was more than one bedroom so that was no problem If Dale’s hair had not been long while Chip had a shorter, well styled hair, Nick would never have been able to tell them apart at first but over time he would learn their personalities were very different Chip was intelligent but he tended to be very intense and serious, He wanted to get things done with no fuss or muss. He came to remind Nick of Zeke Dale was just as intelligent but had an easy going, somewhat forgetful personality what was so like Dr. Cole, it made Nick smile sometimes. Dale never forgot the important things but the little things sometimes slipped his mind That first night the boys had chosen to sleep in the same room though they could have had their own bedroom as the suite had three As they got to know the boys Nick and Tex found out why they didn’t want to go to the house they had been raised in beyond packing up a few personal things and their clothes Norma’s Dad had been a religious fanatic and displayed the casual cruelty so many people like that inflicted on anyone who did not live up to their standards. At the age of six he had made the boys start sleeping in different rooms just for the sadistic pleasure of separating them. He didn't like the way the boys always ended up in one bed and had called them “little perverts” as long as they cold remember He had bought a new, bigger house just to have the room to get them apart and even locked f them in to prevent them from sneaking in with each other. Good thing there was never a fire He didn’t lock their windows however and the back porch provided an east walkway. They never got caught once Nick didn’t get the sense the boys were doing anything more than sleeping together all that time. They were by no means innocent but their wisecracks and jokes had an innocent quality to them. Nick and Tex could tell the boys knew about sex but had never actually done it Her dad had their mom totally cowed so she let him treat them however he wanted. After his death and some intensive counseling she started to grow more confident, The boys suspected from stray comments she made that they her dad had been the pervert living in the house but she never confirmed it and they respected her decision Then the cancer hit and in six months she was gone The boys wanted everything in the house to be auctioned off and the house to be sold so Nick hired a company to do just that, The auction house had appraisers go through the house and when they were though he asked for the high end value of the house's contents then paid four times that amount, had it all packed up and delivered to a storage facility just outside the city he and Tex lived in, The packers were paid extra to separate out pictures, scrap books and anything else that looked personal. Those were packed in two boxes and shipped to the apartment where Nick quietly put them in the back of his closet. He hadn’t told the boys about any of this but their memories and mementos would be there if they ever decided they wanted them. He would tell them that in a year or so The top floor of the apartment Nick shared with Tex was actually two master suites separated by the foyer which was two stories tall and they were connected by a walkway at the top of the stairs. Barry technically lived in the larger of the two guest rooms on the first floor but spent most nights with Tex and Nick As they were wrapping things up with the sale of he house and the boys finished their last three weeks of high school Nick made some calls. The second master suite was repainted and refurbished, he let the boys pick the colors and furniture style and was pleased that they seemed to have good taste Nick and Tex attended the boy’s graduation and were proud to see that Chip and Dale had tied for first in their class. As a graduation present they gave each boy a $20,000 gift card to spend on clothes and whatever else they needed once they got “home” as the boys were already calling the apartment though they had never seen it. They wanted to see an apartment that was nearly twice as big as the house they grew up in and had a pool to boot Barry was waiting for them when the elevator doors opened “Welcome home” He said with a big smile The boys both froze when they got a look at him “Ummm Dad? Why do we look exactly like Tex’s son? Tex had mentioned that his son, Barry lived with them a few times Barry was just as wide eyed “Yeah it is kind of obvious Big Brother” he said and the secret was out Nick sighed “Lets go sur in the living room and I will tell you a story” he said “Is this a happily ever after story?” Dale asked Nick looked at his father and said “So far it has been” Nick told them everything from beginning to end and just hoped they could understand “So, you are telling us that Tex is our step dad AND our Grandfather? That Barry is our Uncle and he has sex with you and Tex? That you are all HIV positive? That despite being father and son, that you two are LEGALLY married?” Chip asked incredulously “It took some doing but yes, we are legally married and yes I have sex with my father and brother and yes we are all poz” Nick said Chip and Dale looked at each other and Nick saw something pass between them. Something that looked an awful lot like hope Dale grinned wickedly then and turned to Tex “Can we call you Grampy?” he asked sounding far more innocent than his face showed “Only if you want to be taken over my knee and spanked. Tex will do” Tex growled and everyone laughed Two weeks later the boys turned 18 and things relaxed in the house, Nick, Tex and Barry were still more careful to close doors and drapes but at least being seen wouldn’t be a crime now Things started to happen around the house. One afternoon Tex called “Anyone else want tea” from the kitchen as they all sat in the living room They all heard a loud POOF and Tex walked in, wide eyed, holding the tea canister and covered in flour The twins cracked up and soon Nick and Barry had to join them though they tried to hold it in Tex just glowered at his giggling grandsons Chip and Dale cheerfully went into the kitchen to clean up the mess and made everyone tea, which was now in the flour canister Nick found that every pen at his desk now had either purple or pink ink in it and got a poof of glitter when he opened up the side drawer to get a new one The twins never would say how they got the bullfrog that scared the hell out of Barry by croaking loudly from the toilet while he brushed his teeth They finally called a family wide truce after the boys came home one afternoon to find their room had been redone in a “Barbie” motif complete with throw rugs, curtains and bed linens “If these jokes stop I won’t have the painters come in and make your room look like the inside of a pepto bottle” Nick said pleasantly from the door as the two gaped “You know we hate Barbie and do you know bad our hair would clash with pink walls?” Dale asked “That was a consideration when we decided in your room’s new theme” Tex said from behind Nick “Ginger on pink is really unattractive” Barry agreed from the hall “Change it back! We will stop!” Chip said and from then on there was peace in the house Barry’s wedding was fast approaching, there was less than a month to go, The twins had met Wade and his son Alan and again had no problem accepting the somewhat unusual relationship between the three. The boys were especially fond of Wade who they always treated with respect and called “Gramps” much to the silver Daddy’s delight They were all sitting in the living room talking about the upcoming wedding and honeymoon when they heard the sound of a helicopter approaching. Zeke sometimes flew in from the estate and landed his copter on the building next door so they didn’t think much of it till it got much closer than it normally did The plants by the pool started thrashing and a strong wind came in the doors. A rope ladder dropped from the sky and a very muscular woman in a black suit and sunglasses climbed down it, a black duffle dropping behind her Everyone but Tex and Barry freaked out, Tex just rolled his eyes The woman stood framed in the door as the ladder disappeared and the helicopter flew off “Really Carry?” Barry said “You really pulled a stunt like that after telling me you couldn’t get time off to attend my wedding?” Then he jumped up and hugged the woman tightly “Hello Dad” she said to Tex, then laughed “Barry don’t crack my ribs!” Tex went and hugged her too “It’s so good to see you Carry! It’s been so long!” he said. Tex obviously adored his daughter Nick approached a bit shyly “Hello Carry I’m…” was as far as he got before the woman grabbed him and hugged him tight “You are the big brother I never met who makes my Dad so happy, it’s nice to finally meet you Nick” she said with a huge smile There were higs for Wade nd Akan too “Carry these are my sons, Chip and Dale” Nick said indicating the twins who stood nearby Carry looked at the boys with compassion “Do you mind if I hug you boys?” She asked and they shook their heads The hug she gave them was very maternal and the boys seemed to pick up on that, relaxing into the hug. They would share a very special relationship with their Aunt Carry for the rest of their lives. She wasn’t mom but she mothers them from that moment on and that was something they needed to heal “How long can you stay?” Nick asked herm really wanting to get to know his sister and hoped this would not be a short visit “Indefinitely” She sad “I quit the service when they would not give me the time off for the wedding. Besides, I have been worrying about the fact that you guys have zero security here for years. I am going to organize full time security around this building. You and Dad are very well off and people try to take advantage of things like that sometimes” Nock blinked and though he had never thought about it before, he had to agree with her. What would he do if someone threatened Tex or one of his sons? Rather than protesting he just said “how much of a budget will you need?” She told him and it was less than he expected “You got it and if you need more just ask. I will introduce you to Theo, he secures the building next door for out friends, maybe you two can coordinate” he said “Way ahead of you there, Theo is a legend and I will be working through the company he works for. I actually know his boss Sal and I will be learning all I can from both of them” she said and it was all settled Carry moved into the 2nd guest room at first but after Barry’s wedding she moved down to the old hookup apartment Nick and Tex never used anymore The security she organized was almost invisible and almost never intruded in their lives Nick came to deeply love his sister over time and she was just as fond of him The boys decided to attend a nearby college that was just a short drive or a long walk away but a month before classes started they came to Nick with a request “Dad” Chip said “We want to go to Costa Del Stonewall and get married” He took Dale’s hand in his “We have been in love since I can remember but Grandpa practically beat into us that sex was only for married people and it’s hard to get past that. It’s how we were raised" “When you said you were legally married to Tex we finally saw a way we can be together but we didn’t want to steal Uncle Barry’s thunder so we waited till after his wedding” Dale said “Sons, if that will make you happy then of course I will take you! I’m so happy for you two!” Nick said It took about a week to arrange and everyone went, Zeke, Tommy and Red flew them all down on the Ze-Corp Jet, They had never heard of the place and it’s laws so they took the opportunity to finally, legally bring Red into their marriage. Charles and Dallas were married at sunset, standing on the beach with their entire family in attendance. They had slept together almost every night of their lives but never been in bed naked together before. They had always given each other privacy to take care of their own needs so they had never even seen each other naked before. The temptation would have been too much That night they kissed and Dale’s hands were actually shaking as he pulled his twin’s shirt over his head ad then slid his pants down, then Chip did the same for him There were really no surprises, they were twins in every way. They were both hung nicely, about 8 inches, uncut and had low hanging proportionate balls. The were both almost completely smooth except for a ginger bush above their cocks and a thin treasure trail that ran thinly up to their navels Even though both boys would tell you that they personally were nothing special to look at, in their love filled eyes, their twin was the most beautiful man on earth They fell into the roles they had always known the would, Dale was always going to be the top and Chip the bottom, They didn’t want it any other way between them Chip sank to his knees and sucked his brother, he had watched lots of porn so he had a general idea what to do. It was inelegant but it got Dale hard Fucking was a bit easier, Dale was very gentle and it only hurt a little. The were 18 years old so the managed to get off, several times and it just made them closer “We can be stubborn and try to learn this all on our own or we can ask for help” Dale said as they lay in bed holding each other while they were naked for the first time “We have the experts right across the foyer from us, Why not ask them?” Chip agreed “Do you care that we will probably get HIV?” Dale asked Chip shrugged “It’s treatable, Dad and Tex don’t seem to have any ill effects and you know they are unmedicated. I think we can live with it too” “Besides, Dad and Tex ate hot” Dale Said “Yeah, they are” Chip agreed "The one I really want to be with is Wade though, all that silver fur is so hot” Dale said “You think uncle Barry will share?” Chip asked “All we can do is ask” Dale said and he kissed his twin/husband, holding him till they fell asleep They all flew home the next morning and the twins decided to ask for help the next day, to give everyone a chance to rest up ******************************************************************************************************* Next Chapter: Oh, Hell Yes! Let ne know what you think Scanbu

Chapters 4 and 5 here for you pigs. Combining them into one post because I don’t want to hit post limit, and I want to push out a few more chapters for y’all. Keep feeding my vanity, and fuel my dirty brain. It’ll help inspire me to keep writing. —- 4. I drove to the parking lot of the seedy motel where he told me to meet him. He told me to tell the front desk to look up Mike. The clerk gave me a look and then went to the back to grab my room key. He wasn’t hot like the cop, who I was now assuming is Mike but not fully sure. In my current condition, I would have let the front desk guy fuck me in a gang bang. He was dressed like a school teacher in clothes a bit too big for his smaller frame. Taller than my 5’7” by quite a lot, but he was lanky and skinny. Prolly in his late 30s-early 40s. Face was a bit sunken, but otherwise not that memorable. He gave me the key card, told me my room number, and told me to enjoy my stay. His voice sounded a quite sarcastic? Maybe a bit taunting? I don’t know. I still can’t pinpoint it to this day. I went up and put my luggage to one side and made myself comfortable. After replaying what just happened a couple times over, I finally decided to take a shower and debated whether or not to douche and waste the load inside me. Decided to douche but squeeze some of his load and ate it. Salty and a lil bitter. Heaven. Was still super in heat since he didn’t let me cum and told me not to play with myself. To be honest, I would have still been in heat even if I did cum. I was in my early twenties getting to live out one of my darkest fantasies. I don’t think I need to explain further. I wasn’t going to disobey him and fuck up my chances of living out my fantasy of being used by a bunch of hot guys. If his friends are anywhere near as hot or manly as him, I would be so fucking happy. So I cleaned up, douched really well, put on some lotion and sat on the old bed sheets with just my boxer briefs. Didn’t have a jock back then. I remember going scrolling on smutty shit from BreedingZone, nifty, adam4adam, BBRT, and Craigslist to keep myself horned up. Some time around 9ish, I heard the sound of someone entering a key card and the door handle turning. I sat up and in walked this big guy, not the cop from earlier. He had a big beer belly. Tall. Handsome, round face with full beard. Incredibly manly though. Can’t explain it, but he had this commanding presence. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top and some chinos or something like it. He snorted looking at me. It was just him, and I was a little confused and honestly turned off. I was expecting the hot cop and his friends. Not this guy. Maybe this is one of his friends and he’s coming later? He commanded me to come to him. I instinctively obeyed. I stood in front of him nearly naked while this man towered over me. He inspected my body and his face looked please and without warning, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so powerful. Passionate but more powerful and commanding than the cop from earlier today. There was a possessiveness to it? It was hot. I was melting into his dom energy even if I wasn’t turned on by his body exactly. At this point, I didn’t appreciate the vast beauty of all body types. I was turned on by the dad bod, but wanted a “toned” dad bod. A bigger guy that was “toned.” Still very much brainwashed into associating anything that was toned with hotness. Now I appreciate all body types. I believe this encounter opened my eyes to the beauty of all men. Fat with no muscle definition is hot as long as the guy is unapologetic and commands respect and attention. I’ve also learned that muscles are useless if the guy is meek and can’t dominate me. So I was reluctant to give myself fully to guy because he was fat, but his energy was already making me mushy. He picked me up effortlessly and put me on the bed. So gentle yet so commanding and strong. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed resting against the headboard. He told me to come to him so I crawled over and rested in his arms. It was really tender actually. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me into him for another kiss. His other hand exploring my body. His skin was so rough against mine. Callused, but his hand was so big. His palm practically covered my enter abs. He started playing with my nipples and that drove me crazy. They’re like my “overdrive” switch when I’m horny. They can’t turn me horny but will drive me crazy if I’m already horny. This made me go mad for him and I started squeezing his tits and belly and face. I even broke off this kiss by diving into his pits. He was a little musky already. I could tell he had freshly showered because of traces of body wash fragrance, but there was a natural musk to him already seeping out. It was a little sweet too mixed with the shampoo or whatever it was that he also had on. He kept playing with my nipples, and I was like a dog on a mission. Lifting up his tank top and licking his nipples and belly. Licking his pits. It was so magical showing him how much of a sub slut I was. After a while, he shifted his weight and reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He opened up and held up a glass pipe and a small baggie of white rocks. He prepped the glass and started lighting it. I’ve done drugs before but never T. Loved me a good roll or some coke. Even tried G and K. Had shrooms, acid, addie, lots of weed, but I drew the line at T. Don’t know why, but just did. So I knew this was a crucial point. But I remembered Jon Phelps, how depraved he got after getting shot with what I assumed was T, and how badly I wanted to live that out. I didn’t think much further and put my mouth around that pipe and inhaled when he told me to. I sucked the bowl clean, and he loaded up the pipe and did it again and told me to suck some more. I took like 5-6 big hits and felt so warm and good. It was tingly. It was cold, but not cold and kinda warm at the same time. I was trembling. I was so horny. My mind started racing and I was so hungry for cock. I started babbling again. Yes I am a babbling tweaker. Sue me. Babbled all the things I said to the cop about wanting to be gang banged, live the life of an owned cum dump, get whored out for money. I started telling him about some of the stories I read on BZ like “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz.” (If y’all haven’t read this, please do. I credit this story and “Slammed” as the sources of my slut awakening.) I told him about how the guy from the story was sold by his dad and this manly Beast took him in to train him to take all cocks. Homeless cocks. Bathhouse cocks. I told him how the Beast fucked two boyfriends and hid his poz status by wearing a thick jock, and taunted the boyfriend not being fucked asking him if the bottom ever moaned like this when they fucked. And how he Beast essentially broke them up when he got the bottom to beg for the Beast’s load even though he didn’t allow his bf to cum in his normally. “Get on my cock, boy.” Was all he said. He didn’t tell me to shut up or that I was talking too much. He let me be myself and enjoy the high how I wanted. To repay him, I eagerly straddled him. We were both naked by this point. And I had been fondling, licking, sucking his cock and torso for a while in between my babbling. He had also smoked some by this point too. And while my cock shrank so much, and I mean it was a nub—virtually nonexistent, his was so big and girthy. Massive cockhead that was the same width as the rest of his cock. Veiny and a slick. God it was so fucking beautiful. He was so bushy too. Like he hadn’t shaven in a while, so my saliva and his sweat were trapped in the bush. I poured lots of lube on his cock and lowered myself on it. I took a sniff of poppers and just went to town. We’d kiss every now and then. At one point, he grabbed both my hands and told me to lean all the way back. So I let my weight fall backwards and he supported me by holding on to my hands. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in heaven and wanted more. We switched between me bouncing on him and him fucking me in that same position. My hole felt amazing. No pain. Every thrust was like a mini orgasm. The T made me feel so good. After some time, he pulled me back to him and grabbed the pipe. He loaded it and put a much larger amount in the bowl, melted it, and told me to inhale all of it. At first, the smoke didn’t clear no matter how much I inhaled, but I realized he kept lighting the bowl. Damn this was hot. And as I sucked I heard the door open. — 5. I turned my head to see Mike(?) walk in with four other guys. Damn they were all so fucking hot. Two guys really chiseled and the other two dad bod but toned. I was so turned on seeing them. They looked at me with hungry eyes. All looked pleased or turned on at the sight of me riding this bear and sucking on this pipe. I exhaled a big cloud and felt so slutty. I was looking at the new guys, mesmerizing by hot guy when the Bear grabbed my face and kissed me. My focus was back on him. His big hands grabbed my back and nipples and played with them as we kissed, and I grind back and forth on his cock. The Tina made me so horny and my hole so hungry that his cock felt like it belonged in there. I felt the sweat on his belly as his rubbed against mine. We broke the kiss and he just looked at me. It was deep and I felt this strange connection to him. We were communicating something serious and intimate, though I don’t know exactly what. But I knew it was. A stare that lingered even after it broke off, as the other guys in the room all got naked and surrounded us. As I broke off the stare to admire the new men around me, I felt a bit of guilt for breaking off the stare. Almost sensing my guilt, I felt the invisible rope that gripped me to him loosen. I somehow sensed that his intensity had loosened, allowing me to have the slutty fun I’ve been craving. These guys were all so hot. There was Mike with his greying hairy chest and tight body. He was in good shape. Hard to tell what he does exactly, but he looked toned with a bit of a soft belly. Then there was gymgod guy who my eyes went to immediately after Mike. Damn he looked so good and wide. Man he was ripped and had a more classic. Def the most wholesome looking, or rather life-yet-to-beat-down-on-you face to be more clear. Then there was skinny guy who left room between him, gymgod, and the another bearish guy. He was clean shaven. Toned and skinny. I’d imagine my body would look the most like his in my late 30s keeping up with the same fitness routine I had back then. He had a laid back vibe to him. Then there was bear#2. He was like a smaller version of the first Bear, but he looked more toned. His arms were more muscular-looking. Not as hairy, but still some fur. The last guy took up the least amount of space, physically and energy-wise. He seems turned on, I think? I remember him fucking me, but it wasn’t as memorable to be honest. I am about vibes and connection during sex. Does it feel authentic? Are we actually vibing? Are my needs being met? His? What’s the flow? Also very cerebral as I’m sure you’ve picked up by now. The Bear tapped my ass a couple times and I took that as a signal to get off him. I gave him a look making sure that’s what he wanted, and he nodded. So I got off him and stood up so he can get up too. He stood up and went over to the armchair in the corner. He told me to clean his dick before he left, so I did. Happily of course. I turned my attention and body to face the five guys before me. I was in heaven. I was craving the gymgod, but I wanted to thank Mike (by the way, to this day still don’t know his name) for setting this up, so I went to him first and gave him a big kiss. I kissed me back. One hand held the back of my head, while the other thumbed my small clit of a penis. He asked if baby has been up to no good? And I said yes. He asked me if I felt good? I said yes? He asked if I wanted to keep feeling good? And I said yes! “Baby want to get more fucked up tonight and take our cocks? Take our loads in your cunt?” “YES!” Damn he was winding me up and got me going goading me like that. I wanted more drugs inside me. Didn’t care what they were but just wanted to get more fucked up. Wanted to be a shell of myself and give in to my hole. Aside: this is where I think I’m not a good whore and can benefit from a dom training me irl. I don’t really like sucking cock. I’ll do it and have been told, “Oh I’m cumming!” by the guys I do it to, but my joy is getting fucked. I feel so complete with new cocks. Raw cocks. Thick and big. Ones that open me up. So as this story develops, I don’t really dive into more sucking unless it’s something that really stands out or is key for your understanding of the story. In general I don’t form lots of memories when I suck probably because I often disassociate. If a dom wants to train me, hit me up (shameless plug). Back then I also didn’t really differentiate between cut and uncut cocks. They were either thick or not. Long or not. Skinny or not. I’m more discerning now, so to the cut/uncut lovers who notice the obvious, and often blatant omission of foreskin descriptions: I’ll do better. I’m sure I was already tweaking pretty hard by this point. I was going back and forth kissing all the guys and rubbing their bodies. I was feeling so good and pretty out of body with my forehead sweating but every now and then I could feel the coolness of the AC hit me. They were all so hot in their own ways. All the touching and kissing got me so excited and I begged someone to fuck me. I got on all fours and wiggled my ass. Mike mounted me first and started slamming into me. I begged for some lube. He pulled out and poured some on, and went back to hammering me. My hole was so hungry. I don’t ever recall being able to take dick that well. Mike felt like home at this point, comparatively. Fucking him was less carnal than earlier in the day, but was still hot. Bear#2 gave Mike a look and moved towards my ass. Mike slid out and made room for bear#2. He was thick, godamn. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. He then moved one of his hands to play with my nips. Fuckkkkk me up. I was in heaven. He was snorting into my ear, calling me a fag. Calling me a worthless piece of shit. Saying I’m going to get so trashy in a few years. That he wouldn’t want to touch me when I’m washed up and that I should be grateful he’s willing to fuck me now. I remember feeling split about what he said. On one hand, it meant that I still looked good and was desirable, and that made me want to lean in and seduce these hot guys to do dirty things with me. On the other hand, it made me question how many of these drug escapades I have left before it starts showing. Should I not go so hard tonight? I said to myself I think what’s been going on has been fine so far. No needles. And I’ll stop after we check out. Damn he was so rough and sexy. So piggy. He asked the forgettable guy if he wanted a turn. He fucked me and honestly don’t remember much. Like I said, I’m very big on energy and connection and this guy didn’t really give me much. It seemed like he was down but also wasn’t fully there? He was hard. They all were, but it was whatever. This was the first guy and cock that made me not really appreciate it. I remember thinking about what the next cock would feel like, or really present for the current guy. The skinny guy then came up and damn he was really chill. He fucked me slow. Gave long strokes felt so good. He was also pretty perverted. He told me to prop up, so I was on my hands instead of elbows. He kept his rhythm, but leaned forward and also started taunting me. Telling me that he loves fucking whores like me. He asked me how old I was. 24. Asked if I love raw dick? Of course. Said that he bet I wanna be owned as someone’s sex slave? I did! Asked if I want to be whored out and cash cow for these guys? I did! I told them to sell my ass for cheap like $20/fuck because I want to challenge myself to make lots of money by having lots of guys fuck me! He said that’s illegal and he could throw me in jail. But that I would prolly like that because then I can just service all the guys there. Would I like that? To be the jail whore? I said I would!!! I would love to be the jail whore. Damn he was hot and we had good banter. And last but certainly not least, the gymgod told me to flip on my back and scoot to the end of the bed. He eagerly obeyed and he started fucking me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful and muscular. The way his pecs and abs popped. But you know what? The fuck was really bland. He was horny and thrusting lots, but there was no chemistry. It felt like he was just going in and out of my ass, and compared Mike, both bears, and skinny guy, the one was also really just ok. I honestly don’t even really remember much about his cock—that’s how forgettable it was. Ironic that he was the one I was most drawn to initially. I needed verbal, dom energy. Guys who were pigs. This guy was just pretty. Skinny guy took out his own pipe and started smoking. Offered it to the other guys, but they said no. Turned to me and just gave me a smile that screamed I already know you want some! I smiled ear to ear, and propped up so he could feed me. I took as much as he wanted to feed me, and I felt warmth wash over my body again. Damn I was having such a good time! Don’t know what time it was, but I never wanted to night to end. After some more thrusts, the gymguy pulled out, and my hole felt so empty. It also needed a bit of a break, it felt nice. As guys were settling in and made themselves comfortable, I walked over to Bear and sat on his lap and made out with him some more. It was so tender, I can’t explain it. In such an animalistic setting, I was feeling really attached to the Bear. I was caressing him and nuzzling my face into his. Somehow I knew he would take care of me and also help me fly to the next level. I started to get a bit antsy thinking about the other guys and being a good slut and pleasing them, but I forced myself to sit with the Bear a bit longer. It felt so nice, and I hugged him before leaving and told him I want to get really fucked up. Even more than I am now. And that I’m really excited and scared, but I really want it. He told me I was a dirty slut, and that he will make me feel better than I can imagine. He lit up the pipe and fed me a bit more, and we shotgunned. The rest of the night was a bit of a hazy blur from this point. I smoked a lot more. Time was broken up into phases of the night. The first phase where I still remember lots of details. The blurry phase where skinny guy was still smoking. The blurry phase after forgettable and gymguy came and left. Then Mike left. Bear#2 was really hot and fucked me really well. In another universe, I would see myself smitten with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the Bear. I remember at one point making an effort to not break eye contact with Bear while bear#2 was fucking me to convey to him that this guy would never be as dom in my heart compared to him. He whispered something so fucking smutty as he came. Then he left too. Then the skinny guy stopped smoking and at some point left. All the loads were pumped deep inside me. I remember at some point thinking about how I just needed more cum. I couldn’t really savor each load and appreciate it, because I wanted another cock to load me. I was a bit more consumed with getting the loads at some point than the fuck itself. It was still hot though. Then light peered through the window. I started panicking at the thought this was going to end because I didn’t want it to. I have still having so much fun and still so high. I wanted to keep playing and explore this side of myself. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I turned to the Bear and started vomiting how I felt. He said if I wanted to keep playing, then it’s going to get more intense. I said I didn’t care and just wanted this to keep going. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. There was a long pause. He looked into his eyes pleadingly. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at me really intently. Then he walked to the hotel phone, called the front desk and told them to extend the stay through Monday morning. I was so fucking happy.

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.

“Oh GOD I’ve missed this cock daddy!!” I wailed as my top relentlessly hammered into my ass. Flat on my back he held my ankles and spread my legs wide, I groaned and held onto his ass with one hand and stroked his chest with the other. I played with with nipple and traced my fingers down his powerful body, coming to rest on the biohazard tattoo on his hip. He smirked and spit into my open mouth. I swallowed greedily. “Yea that’s right baby, take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” My own big dick got painfully hard at this, but nobody moved to touch it. My dick didn’t matter tonight. I wondered briefly if it ever would again. “Fuck yes daddy poz my ass!! It was the first time I had said this. It was a long time coming. We had met years earlier on Grindr. He was poz, I was on PrEP, we fucked a bunch and it was always amazing. I was twinkier then. Slender and toned with a thick 8.5” dick and a tight ass both of which got me lots and lots of attention. I was immediately attracted to him, 10 years older than me and my height but had about 50 pounds on me. He had thick muscled arms and legs, a big chest, and a bit of a gut. A man who liked to workout and eat. My kind of man. Of course what really got my attention was his 9” dick - long and straight and perfectly thick. I was taking a lot of dick back then so I could take him no problem, for me, that was boyfriend dick. We used condoms at first, his choice. Then one night he asked me if I prefer it bare. Without thinking I said yes. He slid into me raw and we never looked back. He fucked me regularly for 3 months. I was vers but he never showed an interest in bottoming and I never wanted to top him. I loved his dick too much. Then the unthinkable happened, unthinkable to me anyway. I met a boy. We fell in love. And within a few weeks I went from being sluttiest guy any of my friends knew to being a one man man. My boyfriend is adorable. A tight bodied little blond twink with perfectly proportioned muscles and an entirely adequate dick. Not that he used it much. He was a total bottom. And we were happy for a long while! But 5 years on and my gaze was starting to wander. I hadn’t been fucked since the last time poz daddy dropped a load up me, and I was getting the itch. At 29 my body had changed a bit. More of a twunk now, I spend a lot of time at the gym. Firm pecs, a flat stomach, round tight ass, powerful legs and arms. I have a little chest hair and light dusting around my hole. My boyfriend worked in finance and was getting pretty senior. He came home one night and said that he’s been asked to set up a new satelite office. In Singapore. He would be gone four months. I wish I could say I didn’t immediately start thinking about getting fucked but. I did. Life continued on as normal for the next few weeks as he got ready to go. Tearful goodbyes and plans made for visiting and FaceTiming, and he was off. I would miss him, of course, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my old ways. Were we in an open relationship? Not exactly. We left it vague as to what we were allowed to do. Something of a don’t ask don’t tell policy which is definitely a recipe for disaster but…. I did not care. I was too horny. By the time he was in the air, the apps were on my phone and I had douched for the first time in five years. I had the first halfway decent looking guy with a halfway decent dick at my apartment within 30 minutes of logging in and was screaming as I came all over my abs with his cock pumping his own orgasm into the condom deep in my ass 10 minutes after that. I was happy. I wanted more. I felt guilty. I wanted more. Complex feelings made the sex better. The next day was another. And another after that. The guilt lessened. The following weekend I was at the gym in my normal getup. Jock under some booty shorts and a little tank top. I had take to going to the gym cleaned out just in case. I was stretching after my last set in a corner when I felt a hand on the small of my back and a deep voice at my ear… ”You look good, bitch.” My dick swelled. I turned. It was poz daddy. I hadn’t seen him since our last fuck, not even around the neighborhood. “Holy shit!” I beamed at him. My cock became rock hard and very visible in my tiny shorts. He looked much the same. Bigger than I remember. He had put on some more muscle but his gut had grown a bit too. I didn’t mind one fucking bit. “Been living in SF for a while. Just moved back. You still got my number?” ”Ah no sir…. I don’t” ”Doesn’t matter. You free tonight? I need back in that pussy of yours” ”I’m free now” ”Damn right you are. Let’s go shower” We walked to the locker room. My locker was across the aisle from his. I stripped deliberately. Slowly. Angled so he had full view of my ass as I slipped my shorts down over the hard muscle. My cock was hard the entire time. I grabbed a towel to hide it on my way to the shower but he appeared at my shoulder. ”no. Walk to the shower naked. Show yourself off. Show all these boys what a prime piece of jock pussy you are.” So with a chubby dick I sauntered to the shower. My daddy right behind me. I chose a stall in the back. He glanced over his shoulder at some twink and winked as he opened the door and followed me in. It’s a gay gym, so this type of thing is not uncommon but to do it so blatantly after parading me through the room and in the middle of the day…. I was horned up beyond belief. I went to kiss him but he stopped me. “Not yet slut. soap up. I wanna watch you” So I did. Putting on a bit of a show. My dick fully hard, as was his. My mouth aching to suck him. My hole twitching, remembering how good he felt inside me. “Good boy. Rinse off and meet outside.” He left. I waited. Turning the water to freezing to get my dick to go down. I got dressed. Little denim shorts and tank. I could feel the eyes on me. Outside he grabbed my hand and we silently walked the few blocks to his place like we were boyfriends. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. His apartment was on the top floor of a townhouse. Studio. Messy. Dark. None of which mattered. Once inside he turned to me like a cat who had just caught a bird. His big hands grabbed my ass and pulled me close. His belly pressing to my flat, hard stomach. “Been a long time boy. Whatchu been up to?” His lips grazed my ear as he almost whispered to me. Shivers went down my spine. “ahhh. Boyfriend” I managed ”still with him?” ”yes. Out of town” ”mmmmm naughty boy. Daddy likes that. Still on PrEP?” ”no sir” ”and yet you’re here with me?” “Yes sir” I gasped, as his hand squeezed tighter ”so me how much you missed me, baby” And with that I had my clothes off in an instant and dropped to my knees. I nuzzled his crotch, receiving an appreciative groan from daddy. I undid his pants and fished his magnificent fully hard perfect cock out and engulfed it in my eager mouth. I was out of practice and I choked and sputtered but he seemed to like that even more as his hands found my head and started to take control. After a few minutes I pulled off to catch my breath and grazed up at him lustily as I tongue bathed his shaft and balls. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. My hands reached up to his waistband and pulled his pants further down so I could have better access. My tongue snaked all around his big, heavy balls down to his taint. I swiveled my body around, hands reaching to his ass and pulled apart his cheeks. He let out a surprised groan as my traced a circle around his hole eventually plunging in as deep as I could. I ate his ass hungrily, something I never did with my tops. But I wanted everything his body had to offer. I wanted to please him. And suddenly he pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and tossed me on the bed like a ragdoll. I wanted to kiss him. I tried. But he kept far enough away, smirking all the while. He stripped his shirt off and I saw for the first time in 5 years his massive chest and big belly with that familiar biohazard tat above his hip. His pants still bunched at his feet he moved the one step to meet me on the bed. My legs parted. My cock bounced, my hole winked in anticipation. Climbing between my legs his cock dropped and hovered right outside my hole. ”You want it?” ”Pleeeaaase I whined” He started to push into me. I gasped. ”Tighter than you used to be, bitch!” ”Been topping” ”Big top man turns into a greedy little bottom fag as soon as he sees his daddy, eh?” I nodded. “That’s hot, baby boy.” Feeling the resistance he grabbed some lube and poppers from the nightstand “Here. You get this today only.” I was grateful. He squirted lube into my hand “Put it on me” I did feeling his massive length and getting even more turned on. I fed his cock back into me and groaned as he rested there just the head inside as he uncapped the poppers and fed them to me. My head swimming from the chemicals, hole relaxing he pressed on. With agonizing and tantalizing slowness he bottomed out in me, his pubes pressed against me and I cried out in a mixture of pain and bliss as my re-Virginized hole was stretched. He grinded around deep inside me as I panted and grasped at his back. “Ready boy?” ”Fuck yes sir!!” ”Gonna let me cum in you?” I hesitated, “I’m not on-“ ”Pretty sure I’m undetectable. So you’re good.” I relaxed And so he began Slowly at first. Making me feel each and every inch as he slowly withdrew his dick to the tip and plunged it equally slowly back in. He had me to riled up before long I was pulling him back into me harder and faster, desperate for more of his perfect dick. It hurt, but I didn’t care . I was a man possessed. And so was he. After a few minutes he pulled all the way out of me and stood back to admire my sweaty body with my newly gaping pussy. Not wanting to be without him inside me for too long I jumped up and was back on my knees in front of him, sinking my mouth down his dick, so horny and popped up now I felt his cock slip into my throat and he groaned loudly as my forehead came to rest on his belly and my nose in his pubes. He fucked my throat a bit before he threw me back on the bed, spread my legs wide and plunged back into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he pummeled me so deeply. ”Yeah baby take that big poz cock, you like that? Better than your boyfriend’s?” ”Fuck yeah daddy poz my ass!” I had no idea where it came from but he loved that, and before long he was cumming deep inside of me as I grabbed onto his ass holding him deep inside as he and I quivered together. My muscles flexing. My dick harder than it’s been in years leaked all over my tight abs. Only then did he kiss me. Only then, did I cum.

Several years ago, my late husband and I were in Dallas for Texas Bear Round Up. We had gone on a group excursion to Midtown Spa (what a great space - so sorry it is gone). At some point, I stumbled on an adorable young twink who was almost on the verge of tears. He didn't realize two busloads full of big men and their admirers had been dropped off an hour or so earlier. No one in the whole place was interested in him except guys in whom he had no interest. I explained it to him, and he seem relieved. At least, he hadn't lost his charms entirely. I am pretty sure there are venues where you are that hold events for guys of your body type. Try one of those before you give up on the experience. I am a chubby, middle-aged man. I have had good nights at the baths or sex club, and I have had bad ones. It's always a bit of a crapshoot. Even if you are a young, classically-hot man.

here you go Ellentonboy 😈

Sorry about your experiences mate. For what it’s worth I want you and I don’t even know what u look like. 🤣 I’m in my mid 30s too and we all get less attractive by the minute. I try to keep my expectations low. I used to be frustrated if I didn’t end a night with 20 loads. Now I go in without expectations. The more loads I get the better a night. I also am less picky with who I fuck with. Also, try to be more forward at the bathhouse and don’t care as much when somebody says they’re not interested. I’m a naturally shy dude and it can be cute when people are getting to know me but at the bathhouse it rarely works in your favor. In the age of the internet a lot of guys are just bad about initiating; be forward. Only do the gym if you want to. Forcing yourself to do something you’re not into rarely works out in your favor. There’s the health benefits of working out but you’ll not see visible results for probably at least 8 weeks and you’ll never have the body of the guys you covet. Wear what makes you comfortable. Might be time to push your boundaries tho and try without the shirt. What’s the worst that happens…more rejection? Could also be a fun time to pick up some gear. Harness or whatever. Best of luck man. Hope you get thoroughly laid.

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Don't really care and count... It's just never enough...!

I was 11; RAN to my dad working in the basement when I found THREE all at once. My dad looks at me, yanks his jeans buttons open, pulls open and pulls down, and lets his huge hairy dick and balls flop out. They’re just swinging in the air and he tells me, “This is what ya got to look forward to son. We got good strong man genes in this family; ask your brother). So I’m a naive kid and run to my 16-year-old brother and ask to see his hairy dick and balls. THAT got me some serious abuse until my dad later smacked his head and told him not to be a shite-head to his little brother. He gave us both a lecture about “helping” the youngers and then told me all about jacking. Little did he know I’d already been jacking with my best friend for a while.

No wonder martins such an efficient poz bull he’ll always breed boipussy well past their second rings

I'm probably around 25/30 now... need to keep better track!

First of all, I love this story! Very dark and twisted. I knew that those boys couldn't keep up the charade for long, especially since the uncle was having them tested for HIV. I'm curious to see how much worse the consequences are for this short-term method. Carl is supposed to be in prison for life, so he probably got smuggled out. As for Paul...time will tell. Once the two older boys are pozzed, I wonder if Martin will get his revenge by pozzing the youngest son.

i haven' been to IML since right before COVID but I had several friends go this and a couple of them were very unhappy with how some the event went, including overselling tickets to an even component that had them sitting outside the main room watching it on a big TV. Personally, IML was always just OK. I find CLAW to be the superior event because it has piles of Skills, Education and Roundtable panels and classes on top of the constant sex and large vendor mart. In fact, this year's CLAW neither Mr. S or Nasty Pig came and it really opened the door for smaller companies to come in and I found some cool products. I also find Pig Week to be better--10 consecutive days of sex parties. And that's not counting the private parties that go on before and/or after the day's event party. Between the gatherings my husband was taking me too and the daily event parties I was heavily used and went through six bottles of poppers in the process. I wanted to go to IML this year but wasn't able to and now I'm considering not going next year like I was planning to.

wait, you man it is now almost 200 bucks JUST to get into the market? that is insane. just insane.

I would much rather do quickies and feel his nutt bust inside me. Sometimes its actually annoying when the man doesn’t cum before 15 mins.heres one of the first pics i posted after my sexual awakening

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

My sleazy hole

Horribly produced. Events were across town. And Chicago is huge. The attendees weren’t jerks at all. We were all trying our best. They clearly can’t balance the cost. Partially Covid. Partially a dying crowd. Completely mismanaged.

Week 2 I started off the week dropping by for my next set of blood work and to pick up my first check. I took the $500 check straight to the bank and waited all week for Friday to come. I thought back to last Friday and how it was the best sex of my life. My classes for Friday were canceled and I was able to head to the testing site early. The staff didn’t seem surprised to see me back early and let me get ready as the men gathered in the play rooms. Since I was early and a few guys had already arrived in the play area I was informed of an idea that they had for me to try. I was asked if I had sex in a sling. I had seen a few videos of guys getting fucked in slings and they always looked like they enjoyed it so much. I let them know that I had never had sex in a sling and wanted to try getting fucked in a sling. They took me to a special play room and had me climb into the sling. Once I was settled in I was ready for my shot. For the second week in a row I was memorized as they applied the piece of rubber to my upper arm, wiped a prominent vein, then stuck the needle in, drew back a little getting a flash of blood indicating that they were in the vein. With no warning the rubber tourniquet was removed and I felt the drug work on my body as I coughed out hard. I was really feeling the drug this week as they open the door to the room and the few men in the play area began to enter. The first guy stepped up and applied lube to my eager hole. As he slipped in a finger I felt a slight burn as he lubed my hole. I asked about the burn and was told that it was probably the lube and that I’d get used to it quickly. The guy lubing my hole was right and as I started to suck the cocks that were presented to me the burning faded and my hole became hungrier as he removed his fingers from my hole. I began begging for someone to fuck me. As I went back to sucking cock I felt a hard cock drive inside me in one stroke. I let a moan escape around the cock in my mouth as the guy inside my ass began to long dick me like a stud. The guy fucking me took his time as he used my ass and boy did it feel good to have a nice hard cock inside my hole. I thought he was going to cum inside me several times only to have him keep long dicking me. Finally when he began to grunt and groan I felt his cock spasm. He looked down at me, smiled and pulled out. It felt like a gallon of cum began to drip from my ass as another cock quickly was shoved inside. As the new guy between my legs began to pound away the guy who had just fucked me moved up next to me and leaned in to kiss me. As he began to pull away he told me to enjoy the 4 loads of jiz he shot inside my great ass. It didn’t take the guy fucking me long to cum as he was replaced by another guy between my spread legs. After a few hours in the sling I was ready to stretch my legs as a couple guys helped me down. While In the sling I was fucked by over a half dozen guys and took nearly a dozen loads. I felt cum running down my thighs as I walked around and noticed that there were more college guys getting fucked. I wondered around only to discover to find the first guy who fucked me that night lying on his back with hard cock pointing up. It was the first good look at that cock to see that it had to be nearly 9” long. It had to be the largest cock I had ever taken inside my ass. As I approached I noticed that he was lying there with his eyes closed. I climbed on the bed trying not to disturb him and position myself over his hard cock. His eyes opened as I began to lower myself down onto his magnificent cock. A smile came to his face as he asked if I remembered him from last week. I had to be honest and let him know that I was fucked by so many guys last week I did not remember him. He reminded me of when he fucked me, and that he didn’t cum since he had fucked so many of the other guys there that he was shooting blanks. He went on to tell me that he is usually good for many loads but that there were so many hot asses to fuck he ran out of cum. He figured that he’d keep from cumming all week as to have a nice reserve built up in his balls. As I began to ride his cock he pulled me down for a nice kiss. As our tongues began to duel I felt a hand on my back and felt a cock begin to work in alongside the one already inside my hole. I felt a slight burn as the cock made its way inside. As the burning faded the two cocks began to feel great as I looked over my shoulder to see a black guy behind me. The guy I had mounted told me that the guy joining us was his roommate and they were just waiting for a hottie like me to take the bait. I was motionless as the two cock inside began to piston in and out. This time no one held back as I felt the cocks spasm in turn emptying their load inside me. When we got up I noticed that they both had identical tattoos on their upper back between their shoulders. I still couldn’t place the symbol and asked what it meant. They looked at each other, flashed a grin and let me know that it was a reminder of their time here at school a few years back. They were sure that I’d probable get my own at sometime in the future to remind myself of the good times like tonight. I kept moving around getting fucked by who ever wanted my ass. When I started to get tired and the tops were heading home I made my way to the showers to clean up and get dressed. As I left I was reminded to stop by on Monday for my pay check and to submit to the weekly blood work.

Moderator's Note: If you do not want to deal with the red text, there is a copy of this story in the normal color in the first response below. (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.) 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 hold. “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 made walked into the dimly lit, red-tinged hallway. The night had just begun.

Sounds like something you should try and report back.

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!

Sex Enhancement Drug Trial Subject Week #1 I had just started college and was blown away by the costs. I was in need of cash and decided to check out Craig’s list for jobs. There was one that caught my eye and got my cock stirring. The head line read, “Gay males needed for sex enhancement drug trials.” I clicked the link and read the complete ad. It asked for gay college age guys age 18 to 22 who were in good health, did not use drugs of any kind and were either a bottom, versatile bottom or versatile. It required me to send a picture with my height, weight, cock size, if I was cut or uncut, the date of my last HIV test and the results. I had known I was gay as early as I can remember and with my jock body didn’t think I’d have issues finding guys to hook up with, but this was a wet dream cum true. I wrote my e-mail telling them that I was 18, 6’ weighing 160 pounds with a 7 1/2” cut cock. I included a couple of pics I had of me in my Speedo from high school swim team and a couple nudes I had showing my cock and ass. I continued to check out Craig’s list when a reply to my e-mail arrived. It asked me to drop by to complete my enrollment process. This included my filling out some paper work and submitting to blood and urine tests. The next day I dropped by the test site office just off campus. I was greeted by a cute stud that looked to be in his mid to late 20’s. He had me complete the appropriate paper work, had some blood drawn and filled a urine specimen cup. I was asked to commit to a decision how I would take the drug. The first way I could take the drug was in the form of a pill by mouth where I would be paid $250 a week. The second way was by nasal spray where I would be paid $300 a week. The third way I could take the drug was by suppository where I’d be paid $350 a week. The last way I could take the drug was by shot and I would be paid $500 a week. Since I had no problem with shots I selected the last method so I could get the most money each week. I was told that I should hear from them by the end of the week with further instructions. I arrived back at my dorm room after class on Friday to discover a message from the testing company. My labs came back all fine with a clean drug screen and a negative HIV test. They asked if I was available to participate that night in the first round of trials. If I wasn’t available I’d have to wait a couple months until the second round of testing began. I responded that I would be at the testing site at the scheduled time ready to participate. I arrived early for the trial and was shown where I could lock up my clothes. I was then shown to the shower area where a hot guy made sure I was cleaned out and ready to play. After I was all ready I was shown to an area they called the prep room where I sat down and the medication and was given final instructions before receiving the drug. The guy about to give me my shot told me “Some guys cough after getting the shot, so don’t be alarmed. You will probably feel your heart race a bit, that’s normal. If the drug is working correctly you should feel the need to get fucked immediately. After you have received your shot you are to enter the play area and have as much sex as you want. You will be monitored by close circuit TV and the number of times you have sex will be recorded along with the number of loads of cum you take inside you. Since all participants have been screened it is your choice to use protection. Most participants choose to take it raw or bareback.” I watched as he placed a rubber strip on my arm just as they did when they drew blood. He then took a syringe with the drug inside and stuck it in my arm. I watched in fascination as the contents disappeared into my vein. He then put pressure over the injection site, raised my arm overhead and asked if I was ready. I nodded ‘YES’ and he pulled the rubber strip off. I coughed a couple times and felt exactly as he described. I NEEDED TO BE FUCKED!!! He let go of my arm and told me to have fun. I walked through the door and noticed 4 other guys from college that were in different areas getting fucked. I was quickly approached by a hot stud with a hard dripping cock. The thing looked to be nearly 8” as he pushed me to my knees and fed me his tool. As I sucked his cock I was approached from behind and felt a couple hand pull me into doggy position as the stud I was sucking dropped to his knees. I kept working the cock into my throat I felt a stiff cock at my hole. Before I could look I felt the cock driven deep inside me in one stroke. Normally it can take me a while before I can take dick like that but the drug they gave me had me wanting that cock bad. I took a moment to ask the guy fucking me to pound his load home. He wasn’t one to disappoint as I felt him hammer away while I tried to coax a load from the guy I was sucking. I could hear the guy fucking me begin to breath heavy indicating he was close to cumming. He then thrusted in deep and groaned out as I felt his cock spasm in my ass. It wasn’t until the guy fucking my throat pulled away that I got a good look at the stud that just fucked my hole. He was as hot as the rest with a cute tattoo on his lower abs. I could barely make it out and wasn’t able to place it but thought I had seen it in biology or the doctor’s office before. As he pulled out I noticed that he had fucked my bareback and I had taken a stranger’s load. In my mind I didn’t care, I just knew I needed more cock. I didn’t have to wait long when the guy that I had been sucking slammed his tool inside me. With the priming I did with my mouth I didn’t have to wait long for his load when I felt his cock spasm inside my hole. I lost track of time but by morning I had been fucked by every guy in the place and some more than once. As I left the testing site I was informed that I was fucked almost 30 times and took about 20 loads. I was told to return the following Friday for my next session.

Stay until 15 minutes before closing. You'll become alot more attractive and desirable.

Will be ass up taking/swapping all loads in Hawthorn from late afternoon on June 7th all long weekend....

I enjoy Grandpa porn now that I am one....

I was inspired to write a quicky... Hope y'all like it... Watch Out For Scorpions In The Desert 3 On warm nights I like to make my way outside Phoenix to visit the big rock inside the clearing surrounded by trees along the hiking trails. There's a guy who I remember seeing on what must have been his visit. It was a cloudy night and he wasn't aware of what he was getting himself into. But he, like me, has visited many times since then knowing exactly what is going on. Tonight I noticed he's now sporting his own ink advertising his acquired status. Unlike his first time when he was obviously apprehensive he joins right in, and like me and so many of the other guys here he loves to greet newbies. We'd both been here a while taking and giving charged loads to mostly regular guys we likely both recognized having played with them numerous times before. Very similar to his first time a newbie made his way along the trail through the trees and approached the rock. Obviously drawn in by the sounds of raw man sex. Skin slapping skin, moans and groans and occasional words of excitement. As the newbie approached you could see his dick stretching out the front of his sweat pants and soon he reached inside and started stroking. The other guy quickly moved over to feel him up, just like had been done to him on his first visit. And like then it was obvious that they both wanted the same thing. Soon the newbie was bending over the rock as the guy slid his sweats down and was sliding his already dripping dick up and down the newbie's crack until his hole was found and the guy's dick was sliding home both of them moaning and groaning. I moved up to watch saying "fuck that faggot good!". And the guy took my advice to heart giving the bottom a good hard pounding until he tensed up and I knew he was blasting his charged seed deep inside the probably clueless guy's hole. As he pulled out I could see a trail of cum drip out and I couldn't help but mount that fat ass and slide my own tainted cock in until my thighs were bouncing off his backside and I quickly added my own poz load. As I finished and pulled out the bottom turned and it was then, like the other guy that I saw his expression change and his mouth make a shape showing his surprise as he saw both of our tattoos... Red scorpions inside a rainbow bio-hazard. But the surprise didn't last long. It was quickly replaced by a look of lust as he dropped to his knees and started sucking the other guy back to hardness as another guy got up behind him and slid his dick in, causing him to gasp out "Fuck yeah!". I knew right then he'd be like the rest of us... addicted to bareback sex and be a regular visitor to the rock. Guess it was just another one stung...

My top Daddy is 30plus years my senior I'm 37 and he's like 67. I met him when I was like 22 I was a curious male that only had been with women and my curiosity and nature took me by surprise when I met him he had the biggest cock and I let him fuck me raw the very first time and he took my virginity. I was hooked over the years I would go see him and service him and give him my ass he took his time and trained me how to properly suck his dick deepthroat and take it deep in my ass every single time he bred me. Fast forward to today. I still see him. He still gets super hard and now I'm able to deep throat him good. Last year he told me to suck him to completion and I was nervous and scared because he had never fed me his cum load so I sucked ans sucked how he wanted me to and he finally popped my mouth cherry and I swallowed his salty load. Little that I know that I was gonna be addicted to it. He locked me in chastity cage and now all he does is ask me to suck him. Now I crave it every single damn day and I àsk him every day if he needs me to suck. I love sucking so much that I started recording our time together and I wanted to show how's good of a cocksucker I am to him that I uploaded videos of me sucking him on xHamster and xvideo. Open to the public he loves it. He even asked me to monetize it so I can give him the money from the videos. But I haven't they are still open free. But I love sucking. He made me a true cocksucker

PART 2 As I started to cAtch my breath, the knowledge that an HIV positive guy had just cum inside me hit me more. I was still riding the waves of pleasure from getting fucked though and looked down at my still rock hard cock and realized I had completely ignored it. It hadn’t mattered to me. All of my pleasure had come from my hole. And that pleasure had been more amazing than anything I had ever felt. I knew I couldn’t not have more, whatever the risk was gonna be. He had lit a fire in me. His hard cock had. And his cum. His hot cum that was hiv positive and currently soaking into me, my body absorbing it. As his softening cock slowly slid out of me, I immediately instinctively clamped my hole shut. It seemed important to keep it all in me. “Chris, that was the hottest hole I have fucked in years. I swear, your hole gripped my cock like you literally needed it in you. And i’m So happy you decided to let me breed you and give you my cum. It’s a special bond we have now. You have my seed inside you, my essence.” I was so happy. I was a good bottom. He had loved fucking me. “I couldn’t help it. Once you were inside me, it felt so good. And I didn’t want it to stop. And... I don’t know why, but all of a sudden it just seemed like I needed your cum.” I was embarrassed saying the last part. I couldn’t understand it really, I just knew what it felt like. And at the time, something clicked and I needed it. I would have begged if I had had to, but didn’t say that. He looked down at me and smiled. “My boy found his inner cum slut. I knew when I saw you that you would be special. Some guys get fucked and some guys are bottoms Chris. You are a bottom. Bottoms need cock in their holes. They don't use condoms. Taking cum becomes an addiction. A need. I have a feeling my cute young friend, that your hole is going to need lots of hot cum to be happy.” As I lay on the thin mattress with a near strangers cum flooded in my hole, my cock still hard, what he had just said ran in my head over and over. I had been fucked before and it had been just ok. Not great at all. The fucking I had just taken in this tiny little room had been the exact opposite. It had been the hottest sex I had ever had or even thought of. I had never felt so alive, had never wanted a cock so badly. And it had occurred to me more than once, a guy with HIV had shot a huge load in my ass and I wasn’t scared or freaking out. I was grateful. It was like.... it was like he had showed me the secret. “I don’t even know what’s happening, but I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt that good before.” Now he rose off the bed and looked at me intently. “My boy has a look that is telling me his hole is still hungry.” I nodded, a little embarrassed to admit it, even to him. It was all so new. “Let’s go find you a nice big cock to fill you up again. Do you want that? To feel another man’s cock throbbing as he shoots his sperm into your willing little ass?” My eyes big, my cock like steel, I rose off the bed too and took his hand as he opened the door and began to lead me down the narrow hall towards whatever or whoever was next. I was scared and nervous, but most of all excited and horny. And I knew I wanted more.

lol..I suspect most of us recieved early instruction on cocksucking from older menRemember the first time I teased a man's cum out with my lips tongue and throat.He got so into it he held me head against his body as he came and I couldn't breathe...but the feeling of accomplishment stayed with me and I was so proud to have finally done that!Even if it was in a park restroom....

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…