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My boyfriend and I had been together since highschool. We were each others first everything. While we went long distance for college, since he wanted to go to school in New York and I didn’t, we had moved in together after graduation a few months ago. Everything was going pretty well, Martin did like to go out to the bars a lot but that never bothered me I was confident in our relationship if he went all of college without cheating there was no way he was going to start now. On Thursday night as I was sliding the condom on my average if a bit skinny five inch cock Martin spoke up. ”Would you want to come with me and some of my friends to this gay bar tomorrow night. I’ve never been and it sounds really fun” ”I don’t know” I replied “ I’ve never loved gay bars or bars in general” “Oh come on chris please I don’t want to have to go home alone since all my friends are single” ”fine I’ll go” I relented as I pushed into Martins hole. He released a light moan as I began to pound into him. Martin had always been the bottom even though he had a far bigger cock. He tried to fuck me once but it was way too big to fit. Now he kept his cock in a cage. He had since his sophomore year of college he always said it let him focus on his ass. I had asked where he got the idea and he always avoided the question. He had gotten several tattoos during his time in college as well. He had a lock tattooed right above his penis as well as the word pig tattooed on his asscheek. Right now I was looking at the biohazard tattoo he had right above his ass. I had asked what these tattoos mean but he always just said he liked them. I shot my load into the condom after about 4 minutes then laid down and went to sleep as Martin cleaned up. The next day after work Martin and I were getting ready for the bar. As I was putting on a pair of jeans I saw Martin put on a tiny bright red thong I’d never seen before. “Did you get a new thong” I asked “No I’ve had it for a while” he responded as he slid into a pair of leather pants. “Hmm I’ve never seen it” “Oh I guess I’ve never had a reason to wear it around you” he said I was wondering what that meant as I made us drinks before we left. Both Martin and I would be called twinks. I had very little hair naturally and Martin was always waxed. We met up with Martins friends outside the bar. They were a pretty standard group of young gays who I’d met once or twice. The bar was called the bloody scorpion. As we got the the front Martin hugs the bouncer who whispers something in his ear before slapping his ass and sending him on in. “ I thought you said you had never been here before” I asked Martin as we walked into what seemed like a locker room. “ I haven’t I just know Greg” he responded as he slid off his jeans. “Why are you getting undressed” I asked “Oh did I forget to tell you oops this bar is clothing optional” “Yeah you forgot” I said shitily as I stripped to my plain white boxers We went up to the bar to order drinks and Martin gave the bartender a peck on the lips as we got there. I was fuming when he handed me my drink and drank it down quickly. After finishing my drink I hear a deam voice yell “hey there’s my boy” and turn to see a near god of a man. He was probably 6’4 with a thick well muscled body that was covered in thick hair. He wore only a white jock that barely contained his massive bulge. He had a thick chain around his nick and a well kept brown beard. I was surprised when he walked up to Martin and took him in a hug grabbing his ass in the process. I tried to stand up to say something but I suddenly felt really light headed. I decided to sit back down and have another drink while Martin cuddled up with the mystery man to my right. After finishing my second drink I was feeling really drowsy when I heard moaning to my side I looked over and see my boyfriend Martin bent over the bar getting fucked by the stranger. I stand up to punch the dude but get pulled away by Greg the bouncer. He dragged me into a back room and threw me down on the couch. “ look asshole I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but nobody fucks with the boss and his boy” he yelled at me “His boy?” I slurred back “ Martins my boyfriend” “Oh now I see” he said seeming to calm down “ my bad man I get that it’s probably hard to see your boyfriend getting breed but you shouldn’t get jealous like that” Greg sat down on the couch next to me “ look I know after two shoots of g your probably horny as hell but if the boss hasn’t bred you yet the attacking one of his boys isn’t going to make him.” “What the hell are you talking about I don’t want him to fuck me” I slurred out again. Confused about everything he was saying as my head felt foggy “ there’s no need to be ashamed man you already recognized that your boyfriend needs true fulfillment from the boss now every thing else is easy.” He said soothingly “ I didn’t recognize shit” I yelled back “Shh it’s ok how about I breed you tonight so you don’t feel left out I know I’m not as good as Bo’s but I’m still pretty good.” I tried to protest but there was suddenly a bottle of poppers under my nose and my protests fell away. I felt Greg pick me up like I was nothing and bend me over the couch. I heard my underwear get torn in the back and while I expected him to slowly open me up as I was still an anal virgin he slammed into me full force. My dry hole burned as he forced what felt like a horse cock into my virgin hole. It felt like I was being torn in two as Greg pounded into me. I felt myself losing consciousness as I looked over at the door and see Martin standing there nude with cum dripping down his legs and what looks like a crack pipe in his mouth

Had a quick stop over in Berlin on the way to Gran Canaria (Another blog later). Was out looking to be a dark room whore, so I went to Scheune. I love Scheune because I find it easy to get used in the dark room basement in a way that leaves me feeling cheap and degraded which I love! The crowd is average middle-aged stocky German men who drink and smoke quite a bit and are typically horny. Cocks are short, but thick German stock. I was there during the week so the bar wasn’t too crowded. After stripping to my jock, I walked down to the basement. There was only one heavyset guy lurking in the corner with his fly undone and a soft dick hanging out. He didn’t respond when I walked by to check him out, but when I leaned over a fuck bench and pointed my ass in his direction, he came out, pushed my face down on the bench and shoved his cock into my hole. He jackhammered me with his thick German cock, not saying a word until he grunted about five minutes later and unloaded into me. He immediately left. Not much happened for a while and I went upstairs to check on my friend. He was talking to a couple of guys so I joined in the conversation. And this is where the humorous part of my evening started! The bar got slightly more crowded and I decided to check out the basement again. One of the guys that we had been talking to followed me downstairs. He brushed my ass and I turned to suck his dick for a while. Once nice and hard, I leaned against the wall will he entered me. His dick was more slender than the previous guy and he was passionate and took longer to cum stroking me and kissing the back of my neck. He came in spurts that pulsed into my hole. After he had finished, we both went upstairs. He proceeded to walk around the bar announcing to various men “I fucked him!” while pointing to me. Guess he was a satisfied top. lol I ended up getting many more loads that night thanks to his public announcement.

Marc was looking at his phone when Bobby and Mike came into his room naked “It’s time I guess” Marc said with a sigh. “I know you two did the best you could. I won’t fight you” and he led them back to the dungeon though he did walk very slowly When they got there Martin was dressed in his leather outfit, chaps. Boots and a harness. He closed and locked the door then went to stand in front of Marc “Nice costume Martin” Marc said “Am I supposed to be impressed or something?” Martin ignored him and went through his entire “I will cut you off and throw you all out into the streets” speech “I’m so scared” Marc said sounding bored “Could you repeat that again? It’s such a pretty speech. I’m sure you spent days memorizing it and it deserves to be heard more than once” Marc said very calmly with a bit of mocking derision in his voice “No matter what you do I will never willingly serve you. You will have to force me every time. You are nothing but a bully. No one loves you and no one ever will” "Marc seems to be stalling for some reason" Bobby though vaguely, his mind still in a fog “You little Bitch!” Martin snarled and went to slap him but stopped himself when Marc raised a fist "I will put you flat on your ass if you touch me" he said, again quite calmly “I have a better idea anyway. I will teach you obedience with my toxic cock up that tight little neg ass of yours. You will learn to love it like your brothers did and I will force them to help me” Martin said pretty much proving everything Marc had just said “Strip him and strap him down” Martin snapped to Bobby and Mike. Once again Marc didn’t fight his brothers as they removed his clothes and bound him on his back with his knees bent to his chest, he was totally immobilized, his neg hole totally vulnerable. It wasn't thier fault and they had endured enough for him already without him hitting them Martin shoved a gag in his mouth and buckled it in place then he motioned to Bobby and Mike and they went to two of the X crosses that had been set up for them. There were three in total. One for each boy. Martin planned to display them all there for his amusement once Marc was his too He quickly bound Mike and Bobby at wrist and ankle “To keep you out of mischief and to keep you from interfering when I ram my toxic cock into your little brother” Martin told them Then he walked to Marc and stroked his face “I’m going to rip out your virginity with my poz cock and teach you to love it You will thank me for hurting and breeding you someday. Your brothers thought they could resist me and look where they are now. You will be mine just like they are. I'm finally going to have all three of you and there is nothing any of you can do about it!” Marc rolled his eyes. Why did all villains' have ti monologue? It was such a cliché, But it did usually keep them busy until... They all heard the muffled click as the dungeon door unlocked and Martin gaped as Paul walked in, followed by a hugely muscular bald man and an only slightly smaller blond man “Sorry I’m late boys, There was an accident on the highway and it delayed us a little, It looks like we got here just in time though” “Dad!” Bobby and Mike said, snapping out if the stupor they had been in and struggling against their bonds Martin was a big man but he stood no chance against Carl and Sean as the bound him to the third cross while he shouted profanities and threats Paul gently took the gag out of Marc’s mount “I will be right back Son” he said, kissing him on the forehead Then he approached Martin who clamped his mouth shut until Carl grabbed his balls and twisted hard. Paul shoved the gag in Martin’s as he screamed mouth and buckled in place tightly “Much better! All that shouting was getting old” Paul said He desperately wanted to beat the hell out of this man who had tried to steal what was his but they would need him to appear unharmed soon He went back to Marc who looked up at him with love and trust in his eyes, even as he lay still bound and vulnerable ‘Hey Dad! I'm so glad you got here before that creep stopped running his mouth and actually did something! Are we going to…” he asked leaving it hanging “Yes we are Son. I have always planned on this happening. It’s why I made you and your brothers” Paul answered “You would never give me an answer when I asked you in my letters” Marc said a little sullenly “You just wrote back like I had never even asked “Son, you were under age, it would not be right for me to talk about things like that with you before you were 18” he answered “I knew what I wanted and who I wanted it with, by the time I was 14, I told you that over and over!” Marc said “I know Son, you were just to young” Paul said “Well I'm an adult now so I’m not too young and I want it!” Marc said “I know what will happen if we do it and I’m fine with it all!” Marc said almost defiantly “So be it then” Paul said He stripped naked and mounted his youngest son, aiming his cock at that virgin neg hole and started working his way in, using only his already dripping pre for lube Marc groaned a loud pained sounding “Yessss, I have always wanted it to be you and for you to make it hurt Dad” as his Paul’s head popped in Paul didn’t want to really hurt his youngest son but some pain was necessary when you are fucking a virgin hole with a almost 10 inch cock Marc hissed and moaned as his Dad worked that poz cock into his helpless neg hole. He had been in love with his Dad as long as he could remember and the thought if Dad getting him pregnant with HIV just made it even hotter for the twisted boy The though of Martin touching him gave him the creeps though. He had hated Martin from day one. His childish mind did not want to share his Dad’s love with anyone but his brothers, so Martin had been the enemy who messed up their happy home He felt Dad’s pubes grinding into him as his father bottomed out inside his no longer virgin hole “Fuck me Dad! I have wanted this for so long!” Marc groaned as his Dad began to piston in and out of him “You want my seed Son?” Paul asked after a while as he sped up his thrusting “You want the cock that made you to knock you up with toxic HIV? Beg me to poz you Son! Let Dad know how much you want his virus” “Do it Dad! I want your nasty little virus babies in my blood so bad! I want to be Daddy's little toxic slut!” Marc begged “Please poz me and own me forever Dad!” “Here it comes Son! Dad is going to infect his boy with his toxic poz cum!” Paul panted and pushed into his helplessly bound neg son and blasted that unprotected neg hole full of cum and virus Marc felt his Dad’s cock throbbing inside of him and a wonderful, wet feeling and he came hard, his cum pooling in his belly button Dad kissed him and slowly pulled out “Master, can I lick up his cum? He’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. He's just like you” Marc heard and the blond man who had come in with Dad came closer “Marc, this is Sean, is that ok with you?” Dad asked Marc liked what he saw. Sean was so handsome! “He can do more than lick up my cum if he wants Dad” Marc said Paul laughed and told Sean “Be my guest, but be wanted, Marc is the most like me. You may not be able to handle him. I’m guessing he has you under him as soon as you let him loose:” “That would be fine with me” Seam said stripping then bending down to lick up Marc’s cum before starting to undo the straps binding him When Marc stood up he looked the naked Sean up and down with appreciation and especially loving that smooth muscle ass. He would always belong to his Dad but Dad had a husband and so Marc would need someone to be his love, Sean would do just fine “Come with me!” Marc snapped and lead the large, meek, muscular, blond man to the bed on the other side of the room then fucked him hard. It was love at first fuck for the two of them. They would spend the rest of their lives together under Paul’s hand Bobby had been shocked to watch his Dad fuck his little brother and his mind was full of confusion as Dad approached him. He was still bound to the cross and Dad kissed him deeply “I don’t understand, Dad” Bobby said as the kiss broke “Bobby, the plan to enslave you three boys was mine from the beginning. It’s why I fathered three boys, Your mom was a submissive and she was fine with it as long as I was hands off till you were adults and O had no problem with that. Martin is not creative enough to come up with something like this. He just came up with a few variations on the original. like making you marry him. I never would have had to force you like he did” Dad told him “The difference between us is he wanted you out of selfishness and spite. He wanted all three of you boys focused only on him. Carl tells me you and Mike are in love and that is wonderful! Just because I own you does not mean I don't want you to find your own love and happiness!” he continued "What do you think Martin would have done if he found out you two were in love?” Dad asked “He was always setting us against each other as it is. He would have done his best to destroy our love. That’s why we hid it from him” Bobby said and then he understood Dad wanted to love and nurture his sons while he owned and fucked them. Martin just wanted to own and possess them so he could use them and pretend that they loved him With that realization Bobby became dedicated to his Dad in a way he never could have been to Martin Dad undid his restraints then motioned him to turn around and rebound his wrists “It’s time to claim my oldest Son as my slave” Dad said and Bobby felt his father's incestuous cock enter him It felt so dirty, so perverted and so right. Bobby moaned and pushed his ass back on his Dad’s cock and moaned ‘I’m yours Dad, I want to belong to you! I need to belong to the man who made me! Breed me Dad! Make me yours!” he said giving in totally to his Dad’s control They came at the same time as Paul seeded his first born and Bobby’s cock spewed his cum onto the cross Paul unbound Bobby and kissed his Son again, then he approached Mike Anger flared in Paul as he saw the broken look in Mikes tear filled eyes. He could kill Martin for how he had damaged his middle son “Hello my beautiful Son" he said as he undid Mike’s restraints Mike collapsed into him weeping “Carl, can you give me a hand with him?” Paul asked quietly They took him to his own bedroom and Bobby crawled into the bed to hold him “What? Am I so ugly you don’t want to have sex with me too?” Mike asked bitterly “Mike, you are and have always been beautiful. Of all my Sons you are the most handsome” Paul told him, sitting on the edge of the bed “You have never been more gorgeous than you are right now, I want you but I won’t take you unless you consent" “He’s right Mike” Bobby said “You have always been the best looking and these just make you more beautiful” he said lightly touching Mike’s nipples Carl sat on the other side of him and said gently “Mike, I know that it was done against your will but it’s ok to admit you like them and you like how they make you feel. Martin used shame to control you but honestly, next to your Dad, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, just like you are” Mike held his arms out to his Dad and said “I want to belong to my Dad too” Paul made gentle love to his middle son taking him on his back as both Bobby and Cark played with, pinched and even sucked his nipples and all three told him what a handsome, beautiful MAN he was. Bobby got down and sucked him as Carl took over working both nipples. Mike shot off in his brother/lover’s mouth as his Dad bred him for the first time After a brief recovery period Paul and Carl went out into the hall, leaving Bobby and Mike to catch a few hours sleep. They were going to sleep in Bobby’s old room as they saw Marc and Sean headed into Marc’s room “Martin is all secure, he stopped struggling a while ago and was just glaring daggers at us as we left him and turned off the lights. We took the gag out and he was yelling his head off when we shut the door. Good thing the room is sound proof" Marc said with a wet smile They caught what sleep they could and then, after dressing and breakfast, Paul called the police While they waited Bobby, Sean and Carl went to get Martin. When they brought him out he was wearing a pair of the frilly feminine shorts he often made Bobby wear pulled up over his chaps. He looked absolutely ridiculous as Carl and Sean held him on either side by an arm When the [police got there Paul told them “I evicted this man from my house here because he was mistreating and abusing my oldest Son who he is married to. He showed up this morning, dressed like this and making threats” “Is there a Martin here?” a voice came from outside behind the office who stood listening in the front foyer “He’s in here” Paul called and a man cane in with a large envelope “That’s him” Paul said nodding to Martin who, after a sleepless night in bondage was a little out of it The man pressed the envelope to Martin’s chest and said “You are served. I believe these are legal separation papers from your husband” That woke Martin up. He snarled and lunged at Bobby but Carl and Sean held him firmly “You little Bitch! I will kill you before I will let you divorce me! You are MINE!” he raged "And that's why I evicted him. His thirty days were up yesterday" Paul said "Oh yeah! I taped it to the door here!" the process server said Actually he had handed it to Bobby who met him at the front door. The man worked for Carl's lawyer so it had been easy to arrange “Ok Buddy, I have heard enough” the police officer said and he made a circle motion with his finger Sean and Carl turned Martin around and the officer cuffed him while saying “You have the right to remain silent… “Thanks Officer” Paul said as Martin was led out “It’s my youngest son’s 18th birthday today and Martin was totally ruining it for everyone” Once the police car pulled off they all looked at each other and burst out laughing Martin was charged with trespassing, attempted bodily harm, home invasion and making death threats and before Martin could arrange bail another warrant came in for his arrest The investigation into the District Attorney had turned up a lot. Martin was one of several people charged with bribery and conspiracy and they also hit him with the original embezzlement he had sent Paul to prison for. His assets were frozen so he could not hire a good lawyer and the trial went badly for him. He was sentenced to a total of 35 years as the judge had to admonish Bobby, Mike and Marc for cheering As luck would have it he was sent to the very same prison Paul had been sent to and placed in C Block, where things got even worse for him ***************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: In The End Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Back home after my vacation in SE USA. Drew picked me up from the airport. He was wearing a vest and rugby shorts - god he looked so hot. The shorts showed off his round arse and his semi erect cock. I got an instant hardon. In the car on the way home he told me he was wearing the jockstrap I bought him for his birthday - it was well used and sweaty. He also told me about some of the men who had fucked him while I was away. The second we got home we stripped and I jumped on Drew, my cock was aching to be milked. Usually I put Drew on his belly and mount his arse. Not this time. I put him on his back and forced his legs wide apart so I could see his hole. I wanted to see his face as I penetrated his hole. His cock was hard - he needed this too. I roughly forced my cock up his arse and shoved my tongue deep in his mouth. I loved the look on his face as I went balls deep inside him. God I missed my boy’s hole. I kisses him deep while I fucked him. After 5 minutes Drew moaned and I felt his load shooting on my belly. This triggered me and I plastered Drew’s guts with my load. Drew told me that he’s invited the regular crew over tomorrow night for a group fuck. Good to be home.

I thought I was alone in this because my other bottom buds never say anything about it. I go in heat every few months. I feel my body change. I’m very sexually active anyway but I go into hyper drive during this time. I am blessed to have places like steamworks and some video stores at my disposal. While in heat I can get bred many times in a day and still crave more. I take any and all dick. Nothing satisfies me. I will also stay plugged when not in use to help with some of the need. I am sure there is a clinical diagnosis for this. If there isn’t there should be.

When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

Leaked at 11 shot 13

Hard to remember the actual age, but I know I was surprised when it happened. Chronic masturbator ever since.

And that plug can act as a pacifier, letting my pussy lips suckle on something big for temporary relief, but once we've hit this point I'm insatiable for more cock and cum.

Chapter 5 – Deep and Wet Chapters 1 through 4 tell about my weekend with a buddy named Jason. The first night, he and I partied and played in each other’s holes. Now, we’re on his roofdeck where he set up the sling. We played with Steve, but he had to leave. He was replaced by Gary, who fucked and fisted me. I just fisted Gary, a guy who had joined us for the night, and now he has me with my upper body in the sling, ass facing him, and he has sunk his hairy hand in my hole. Gary’s hand felt great in my ass. He would pull it back, almost to the point of removing it, before slowly sinking it back in. Each time he pushed in, my face was mashed into the leather of the sling. Thinking of all the times I’d be in that sling, plus all the other guys made the aromas of it even more enticing. Gary was certainly taking it slow at this point, and I was enjoying his efforts. Jason came over with the pipe and lit it up. He torched the bowl and got some great clouds swirling before placing it at my lips. He told me to take a huge hit and hold it as long as I could. I did and felt my mind expand as the T took hold of my brain. When I blew it out, there was still a substantial cloud, but it was clear that I had absorbed a massive quantity of smoke. This new rush got me moving my body more as Gary was fisting me. I was moving up and down and back and forth as he slowly and sensuously penetrated my ass. We were still going slow, and the feelings were amazing. He was in deep, past my second hole. Then, he would slowly pull back out, twisting and flexing as he extracted his hand from my needy ass. Once he got all the way out, he would re-enter me with his fist, taking extra time to give me a stretch on entry. It was fucking awesome. “This pig is really enjoying himself. I’m gonna let him control this fuck,” said Gary. With that, he pulled his fist out of my ass and used the harness to pull me back into a standing position. “Over to the wall,” he growled. I walked over and put my hands on the railing, and bent forward with my ass pushed out. “Oh no, you’re riding my fist now,” Gary said. He laid down on the decking and stuck his fist up into the air. Jason had come over and poured more lube on Gary’s hands. Then, I sunk my ass down onto his fist, taking it into my ass. In this position, I was really in control of the action. I could go fast or slow and take him as deep as I wanted. And I wanted him deep in me. This was pretty fantastic. I could slide my ass down on a fist while gazing out over the darkened lake, which was reflecting the stars in the sky. Gary simply held his arm in position, and I was using it as a human dildo. Jason came over with the pipe again and shotgunned a few hits with Gary. Then he prepped the pipe and put it to my lips. Three hits later and I was flying high. Next, Gary shoved the poppers bottle under my nose. I took one good snort off the brown bottle and held it in while I slowly sunk down onto Gary’s arm. Once the fumes hit my brain, I just kept sliding down. It took some time, but I managed to get all of his forearm inside me, with my ass resting on his upper arm. He flexed his bicep then, surprising my ass with the additional sensation. I kept Gary inside me and twisted my ass around, moving in a circular motion to get his fist to feel all over my insides. I was in pig heaven! Then, I slowed the circular motions and started a slight up-and-down bounce. Gary’s arm was so deep inside me and felt so amazing that I never wanted this to end. While I was still writhing around on Gary’s arm, Jason came over and stuck his cock in my mouth. I eagerly sucked it in, loving being filled at both ends. Jason’s T dick was soft but still tasted great. I kept up some motions on Gary’s arm while I sucked Jason’s cock. Then, Jason arched his back, and I sensed liquid flow across my tongue. Swallowing greedily, I stopped riding Gary, just allowing his arm to rest deep in my ass. Jason chempiss was bitter, but I knew that I would get me spinning even more than I already was, and I did not want to waste a drop. The flow stopped, with just occasional droplets hitting my tongue, but I kept working his dick with my tongue. Now, I could also work my ass on Gary’s arm again but mostly was flexing my ass muscles to feel the length of his hairy arm inside me. Eventually, I had to get up again, so I slowly (and somewhat reluctantly) moved up, letting Gary’s arm leave my ass. When it was all the way out, a huge blob of lube came out, too. Of course, I had to release Jason’s cock too. I slowly stood up and turned around, leaning on the railing. “Fuck, that was awesome,” I said. Gary and Jason both nodded and laughed at my look of extreme pleasure. We stood there for a while until Gary said, “I didn’t know you liked chempiss too. Want some in your ass?” I wasn’t going to turn that down! So, we walked over to the sling and they got me situated in it with my feet in the stirrups. My hole was throbbing with pleasure, and they both took some time to appreciate the gape. Fingers and tongues were used around my hole, but I wanted Gary’s chempiss in me. He stood up and came up to the head of the sling so that I could suck his dick for a bit. Once it was hard enough, he pulled it out of my mouth and slid it into my ass. With all the lube and the previous play, it was an easy insertion. He wasn’t fully hard, but I didn’t expect a load of cum from him. He shoved it in as far as he could go, and then he started to concentrate on pissing. It took a while, but I felt the warmth of his chem loaded piss flooding in my ass. Meanwhile, Jason had lubed up a butt plug, ready to plug my ass so that the piss could fully marinate once Gary pulled out. Gary stayed inside me, and I could see that he was still trying to give me more of his hot piss. He told Jason that he was pulling out, so Jason got in position with the butt plug. Once Gary’s cock had exited my ass, Jason slid the butt plug into place. It was both thick and long since he knew that my gape needed something big to act as a plug. Once it was settled, he sucked Gary’s cock into his mouth, cleaning up any remnants of piss. They helped me out of the sling, keeping the plug in place, and led me over to the bed. Once I was settled, they each selected their own plugs and stuffed them up their holes before joining me on the bed. As the chempiss was working its wonders in my ass, they fired up the pipe again, blowing clouds and sharing them with each other. They each shotgunned a cloud with me, but I was going to be flying high from the piss that I had taken, so I didn’t smoke too much. We lay there, playing with the plugs in our asses and relaxing before the next session. Of course, we each drank some sports drink to rehydrate for what would come.

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

I recognized him from across the bar. It was hard not to - dressed in tight faded denim shorts, a sleeveless tee, suede work boots and a construction worker's hat, he was one of the few people in the entire bar who wasn't wearing head-to-toe black leather, that's why I was fairly certain that he wouldn't recognize me. My leather harness, chaps, dark shades, and biker boots were the polar opposite of what he saw his high school history teacher wearing on a typical school day. That's right, history teacher. High school history teacher. I teach at one of the local public high schools, and while it is fairly obvious to me (and some of my co-workers...and students) that I hunt dick at night, most people see me a just a guy who is a bit out-of-time. My thick black mustache, dark eyes, dark hair, and furry chest are the epitome if the 1970's clone look, and while it might seem out of time when I'm wearing sansabelts and Aarow dress shirts, it looks pretty damn hot when I'm decked out in leather. Or denim. Or nothing at all. Like tonight. I've been looking forward to Village Night all month. The last Friday of the month is dedicated to one of the icons of the Disco era and my favorite spot, the Bar Code, transforms from a leather cruise bar with an active backroom into a late 70's cruise disco with an overstuffed backroom. The kid looked like he was barely keeping his head above water when I saw Jack and Cap on either side of him. Jack was rubbing the kid's crotch, and Cap had his hand running up the backside of his leg. They were both whispering in the kid's ear. I knew I had to intervene, or the kid would be in over his head before he knew it. I danced my way over to him, grinding on a motorcycle cop here, a construction worker or cowboy there....and within seconds was pulling Cap's hand out of the back of the kid's shorts. "This one's jailbait, boys," I said. "Word must be out that the doorman is into chicken and lets in the underage crowd so he can arrest them out later. See? Here he comes." Frank was, indeed, headed this way. The pair moved off, no doubt to look for another unsuspecting victim of their s&m-and-pozzing plan. I grabbed the kid's arm. "Come with me if you don't want to end up in the back of a police car," I said, exaggerating Frank's plans for the kid. He followed without a word, looking worried....but also a little .... Drunk? Or high? I couldn't tell. We made our way to the backroom. As expected, it was wall-to-wall fucking. Not sucking, fucking. The kid stopped cold. "This is how men get off, not boys," I said. "Don't worry, we re just in here because Frank got banned after he left his post to fuck one too many times." I led him toward the back corner. The further we got, the darker it became. The smell of mansex was almost overpowering back here. "Thanks, mister." The kid finally said something, and I knew right away that he wasn't drunk. Cap must have booted the kid when his hand was down his pants, and it was starting to come on strong,too. He was jittery, sweating, and rubbing his cock, "Damn. Fucking hot," he said to no one in particular as he watched the fucking going on around him. I was about to lose my restraint. If he keep rubbing that cock through those fucking sexy denim shorts, I was going to end up fucking him. I knew I wouldn't resist for long. He gasped and started pumping his hips when I started kneading his ass. A moan. Rubbing that cock. Kneading that ass. I moved behind him and unsnapped the shorts' buttons one by one. His hand instantly went to his cock once it was freed and started pumping, intent on cumming as quickly as possible. I held him still, nibbled on his earlobe and whispered, "Shhhh... Savor it. Don't cum yet. Look at all the fucking. Real men, macho men, bent over and taking raw dick." He tensed up when I said the word raw. I was testing him. He moaned, "Fucking hot." Passed the test with flying colors. "Flying colors." Made me remember the two tabs of X in my front pocket. I took one out and laid it on my tongue, then turned the kid around and shoved my tongue down his throat. I'm sure he noticed me shotgunning the tab into his mouth, but he didn't protest. Once it was and absorbed, I asked him, "So you party?" "Not yet, need a teacher," he said. Ambiguous, I thought. But I couldn't resist that opening. "I'm a hell of a good teacher," I said before I slid my tongue into the back of his mouth and nearly gagged him. My hands were all over him, and the X was just barely starting to kick in, making him ultra responsive to my hands. He was almost writhing as I rubbed him all over. I heard his shorts hit the floor. No underwear. I pulled his shirt over his head, felt it to make sure the pockets were empty, and threw it into the middle of the backroom orgy. I looked for his reaction, but there wasn't one - his eyes were glassy, his lips were parted, and his cock was rock hard ad he continued to grind himself on my hand I moved to his hole...it was wet. Very wet. "You been fucked tonight, son?" I asked, some surprise in my voice. "Fuck me. Fuck me, I fucking need it." I gave him a slight slap. "I asked if you've been fucked yet tonight, boy!" His eyes focused for a second. "No. Lubed just in case.." That was all I needed to hear. I started pushing my cock at his entrance. He tried to pull off and then started moving his hands as if he were digging in his pants pockets. "Need to cover up," he said. And then he looked down and laughed. "Looks like my shorts are gone," and with that he started pushing back against my raw cock. Either he wasn't a virgin, or he had some long and thick toys at home, because I slipped in with no difficulty. I wasn't incredibly well hung, 7 inches, average thickness, but I was uncut, and he was a senior in high school. It shouldn't have been that easy. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Fuck yeah," I responded. "Fuck me. Fuck me like my daddy. Hard and rough." I started slamming him, and he responded like a proper cuntboy - pushing back with every thrust, pulling away, but never letting the head out of the hole. The kid knew how to fuck, that's for sure. We pounded at each other until I was glistening with sweat, and he was positively dripping with it. Positively. "Do you want my load, boy?" "Yes, daddy. Blast it in me." "My poz load? You want me to charge you up?" Bit his ear, hard. "Yeah!" He yelled. "Give it to me! Breed me! Fucking cum in my ass. Cum in my ass!" He was yelling loudly, and I felt his hole tighten. I knew what was coming. He was. "Yeaaaah," he said. "Poz me up. Poz me. Poz me." And i did just that. I buried my bone a deep as I could and unloaded in what was easily the hardest, longest and best cum of my 34 years. Seeded him. Dropped my load in that boyhole. Bred him lime a bitch, as he continued to squeeze at my cock in rhythm, his orgasm continuing and actually getting stronger. "Poz me," he whispered one last time. Eventually we slowed down, and I held my cock in his hole. I moved it around a little bit, left and right, up and down, to make sure that the seeds were planted. I licked his ear, "You're mine now, boy. I got you marked." He shuddered. "Yeah. Marked. Pozzed. Fucking hot. Can't wait to go breeding other guys." I though to myself that this kid has either been reading Breeding Zone, or he's not really an 18 year old high school student. "Where'd you get a dirty thought like that, kid?" "Breeding Zone." "Fuck yeah," I said. I took my shades off. "At least it wasn't in third period history." He turned his head and looked at me. "Mr. Dooney," he said. "Fuck yeah. Now squeeze that cock while I pull out. Get the last of those babies before we head to my place." He squeezed, and I slowly pulled out. Odd, he wasn't able to clamp down on my cock all that hard. The kid was loose. "Who the hell wrecked your hole?" I asked. "Doorman," he said. "Fucks me at least once a week." Hot. I thought to myself that it was a perfect fuck - the hardest cum of my life, thinking that I was pozzing one of my students, but none of the guilt. If Frank was hitting that ass once a week, he was already Poz, plus a few others. I thought about one of my fuckbuds, a GP, and wondered if he'd fuck me in the exam room once I told him that I was gonna need some antibiotics. I grabbed his shorts off the floor and shoved them into his chest. "Put these one," I said, "And get ready for the night of your life." He smiled, bent over and in a few seconds, we were walking toward the exit. I noticed a cowboy holding the kid's shirt over some guy's cock, using it as a cumrag. I waited for them to finish, then took the shirt and told my boy to put it on. Minutes later, I was walking into my townhouse with an 18 year old hottie in a pair of too-small denim shorts and a cum-soaked t-shirt. Good thing it was 3 AM, or someone might have called the cops. And I was almost disappointed that they didn't, because it would have been hot to share the kid with Greg, my hot cop FB, when he got here!

I had been trying to build up the courage to go to a leather event for some time now, but never had the balls to go to one on my own. I am only 5'7", athletic build, pretty much smooth all over except below. Blonde hair that is just long enough to tie back in a top knot, and blonde porn star moustache (although far from being a porn star lol). At 40 years old I'm pretty much your average guy. I had bought my dream leather outfit in hopes to use it one day and sure enough that day came. A tight black leather vest and a short gladiator kilt with pockets for my keys and stuff, but also just long enough to cover my arse but not much more and some black ankle high leather boots like for robin hood. I was chatting to a 6' tall bear online named Dave and he was local and offered to take me to a leather event in the city at a seedy bar. His pic showed a true bear muscled hairy chest and a trimmed beard. He would have been in his 50's. He emphasized "seedy" and I sent him a pic of my arse cheeks. A tattoo of a pig on one cheek and the word pig on the other. He immediately said I'd be quite popular and asked if I had any limits. Without giving it much thought I just said "red and brown" and that was it. He came over to check out the outfit before the night. He turned up in tight jeans and tshirt and I was wearing my leather outfit for the first time. He was hotter than his pictures. Upon entering I got a huge bear hug and his tongue was down my throat in minutes. Then he broke off the kiss and slapped my arse and suggested we go on the balcony for a smoke and test the outfit out. "Test it out" I wondered to myself. We stepped out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette each and he told me to lean against the railing as though I was leaning against the bar having a drink. I did so as I smoked and he stood behind me slowly exploring my body from behind. "Grab that chair and put it next to you like it is a stool. Just like at the bar." I did as he said as I continued to smoke. Then he said, "you got a couple of beers, need to make it real, see if it all works". So I got us a few beers and went back to the position as I drank a beer and smoked. "Perfect," he said. I heard him spit and then felt his hand go up under the back of my kilt as his finger slid straight into my hole as I drank. "Nice. Need to practice keeping it discreet" and I hear him undoing the buckle of his jeans and zipper. "Now, no turning around. At the club you need to learn to relax, drink as though everything is normal regardless of what is going on behind you." I do as I am told and feel the head of what must be a thik 8" cock pressing at my arse entrance. Leaning in and whispering in my ear he says, "Remember, act as though nothing is out of the ordinary and I am just showing you some affection as you drink". And I feel his cock shove balls deep in me in one thrust. I jump slightly but remember the instructions and light up another smoke as he holds it there to let me relax. After about 30 seconds he leans in again and starts talking in my ear as though he is trying to speak to me in a loud club and says, "this is what it will be like at the club. You just relax at the bar and don't look back. I'll be next to you for support, but you take any cock and load that rocks up behind you, ok?". My response is a little loud and clear as he starts to slowly fuck me, "Hell yeah". In about 5 mins he speeds up slightly and then I feel it. That warm wet sensation of being bred. "That's it. Act normal and take my seed". He slowly pops out of my hole without creating any distance between us and discretely zips up his fly and does his belt up. Stepping to the side with his hand on my lower back, he leans in and kisses me telling me I will do well on the night. He then leaves without much more of a word and I get a text that Friday saying "ready for tomorrow night my little piggy?" I responded, "ready and willing". Come Saturday night Dave picks me up and drives me to the venue. It definitely is seedy, but I am already hard in my jocks at the thought of what's coming. Dave is very sensual the whole drive. Leaning across and kissing me at light stops and hi hand on my leg the whole time. He is wearing leather chaps and a harness and leather boots. He looks so hot. We walk in and the club is already cranking with a leather crowd from guys in their early 20's to their 60's. Dave has his hand across my shoulder like we are a couple which relaxes me a lot. I see lots of guys in leather and tattoo'd guys. I see plenty of biohazard tattoos too which look hot but stupidly think nothing more of it. I feel like I am in pig heaven. Dave says hi and introduces me to guys of various ages as we walk to the bar. I see a few winks exchanged between Dave and his mates as we proceed. We find two stools near the bars and David sits on one and as I go to sit on the other he stops me and says, "No. You don't get to sit. Just lean over your stool and against the bar and enjoy the beer. Remember the rules?" I nod with a yes to him and settle in so-to-speak. Only 5 mis in and I feel a hand at my arse and the heat of a body and crotch of a man standing right behind me. The music is loud so it is hard to hear, but he is talking to Dave and Dave is smiling and nodding his head. I feel a rough hand go under the back of my kilt like Dave did earlier that week and a finger goes straight up my arse. Dave stands up close to me as though talking to the man behind me when I feel a thick raw cock slide right in me. I remember my training and act as though nothing is happening and continue to drink. The fuck is gentle and discreet as I feel the first warm load fill my hole. In minutes the man is gone and everything is normal. Over the next hour I take at least 8 loads. Maybe more but I lost count. There was pretty much a constant stream of men and cocks behind me. I have a stream of cum starting to drip down the insides of both legs as cum is starting to leak out during and after fucks. It feels so good but I relaise I haven't seen a single one of the guys that fucked me. I turn to Dave and say I need to piss. He kisses me passionately and points to the restroom saying, "no side trips, we are just warming up." Amongst numerous wandering hands I manage to go piss and return to my place at the bar. Dave begins to make out with me a lot now for about half an hour before going back to his stool and nodding at someone behind me. Then it starts again and I know I took at least 20 loads that way that night. There is a small puddle of cum on the ground under me and the insides of my legs are actually wet. Finally Dave tells me it's time to go home and that I have been a good little pig. He kisses me deeply and says "welcome to the brotherhood" and leads me out of the bar holding my hand. As we get to his car he turns me around and bends me over the bonnet and before I know whats happening he is balls deep in my sloppy hole fucking me really deep and hard before blasting his load in me. Dave drops me off out the front of my place and says he will call me tomorrow and makes me promise not to clean out or shower until tomorrow afternoon. I happily oblige. I get a call from Dave the next day to see how I am holding up and I say I am a little sore but otherwise feeling very fulfilled. He laughs and says he wants to come over later to check in on me. When he comes over later he has me back on the balcony as before but this time both of us are in jeans and he is pumping another load into my sore hole and for the first time he is more direct. "well that should be your last poz load for the weekend I imagine". The brotherhood comment the night before was a good hint but I was pretty buzzed from the beer so it didn't sink in. Weirdly I was not overly concerned either. Seeing the look on my face he pulls his shirt up to reveal a biohazard tattoo just above his cock. He continues matter of factly, "mate, I think you are hot, and I kind of want you to me mine so you have taken a few poz loads of me already, and last night at least half of the guys that bred you were poz too and not medicated. I am pretty sure at least one or two of them are the father of my poz babies.' TBC

So it's the long weekend here in Melbourne in Australia and I have nothing planned. I am sure there are plenty of gay events around and the sauna is pumping, but I don't consider myself quite the standard for either. I am a stocky 50 y/o. Totally smooth all over except for below, and avg cock. But I don't stress over the cock because I am a total bottom. And a horny one at that. I stopped prep about 2 months ago. Work had been busy and nothing was happening, so I decided to give the body a break from it. I got through most of the long weekend ok, but come Monday I was getting really horny. So I decided to advertise on a couple of sites and see if I could get some cock and cum. Completely forgetting I was not taking Prep. However, I wasn't all that hopeful I was gonna get any action anyhow. Guys around here are quite picky. Come 6pm it was getting dark and to my surprise I got a message from a blank profile wanting to do an anonymous breeding. Door unlocked, me waiting in the dark. He wanted to walk in and find me in the dark, let me suck him hard then fuck and breed me and leave. I thought "what the hell" and put the plan in motion. I had no idea of age or what he looked like. But hey, I can't be picky and I needed to be fucked. Come to 30 minutes later I am on all fours on the bed in my jocks in a dark room as I hear the front door open. Soon enough I have a nice soft cock in my mouth growing to a respectable 7" rock hard. He says in a gruff low voice. "That's enough, I need to breed" and turns me around and slides all the way in in one go. Thank god I prepped and stretched. He fucked fast and within minutes I hear his breath speed up and he says as he grunts, "take my babies". and bottoms out as he floods my arse with his anonymous seed. As many of you bottoms on here will appreciate, it was like a flame that was lit in me getting my first load and I was on heat and desperate for more. He slid out and before I even had a chance to turn over he was gone. I reached over to my side table and took a but plug out of the drawer and slid it in. There was no way I was going to risk losing a drop. As I slid the plug in my phone went off again to my delight. Another guy looking to lose a load, but said his brother was in town visiting and they both wanted to breed a hole. My heart skipped a beat with the next sentence. "Reckon you could take us both at the same time?". I tell them I already have one load in me so it should be nice and wet for them. And a pic followed of 2 respectable cocks. One average 7" cock with a mushroom head and the other had to be a solid 9" long but skinnier. My first thoughts were I could probably take them both, and I was definitely going to try. So I said yes and sure enough the request for me to be blindfolded the whole time came. Short response for me, "Yes, how soon?". "Can be there in 1hr. Make sure the room is dimmed and you are blindfolded". Come to 1hr later I remove the plug and I am in my dark room and I hear the door open and two guys chatting and laughing. They sound like they are in their late 20's or early thirties and I am so horny at this point. They come into the room and to my surprise one says, "Damn that's nice, no wonder you are already loaded." I feel a hand feeling my arse and hole and the guy touching me says "dude, are those tats on your arse?" I respond "yes" and he tells his brother to turn on the light so he can see. On my left arse cheek is is a tattoo of a cheeky pig and on the right arse cheek. They have a little laugh and I hear them undressing, but they don't turn the light off again. I feel a hand under my chin as someone lifts up my head. I am expecting to feel a cock in me face, but instead I feel a tongue and lips and one of them kissing me. He clearly has a beard which turns me on even more and I can taste he is a smoker. He breaks the kiss and says, "no wonder you have a load in you, you are hot! Ready for us to feed the little piggies?" "The same guy says, "I'm going to get in under you man, and I want you to sit on my cock. Then my brother is going to slide in next to mine. Then get ready to take 2 big 5 day loads from us both." I do as I am told and I can feel the guy under me is a little stock like me, but hairy and it takes all my self control not to just bear hug him. He feels and tastes amazing. I feel his cock rub against my stomach and realise he is the longer 9" cock. I adjust myself and feel his cock at my entrance and he says "squeeze a bit of that cum out to wet my cock". I do as I am told and squeeze some cum out and feel it drop out on his cock. As it does he slides right in almost simultaneously and I am proud I take it to the hilt. As I do, he tongue kissing me again and whispers in satisfaction "that's it, take my baby maker". I am a total bottom and still this gets me rock hard and oozing precum on his hairy stomach. I slowly move up and down on his cock and hear his brother say, "ready for another?", but without waiting for a response I feel his cock pressing at my already full hole. To my delight he takes a couple of minutes to slowly push in so that it is not uncomfortable and allows my arse time to adjust.The whole time he is slowly opening me up his brother is passionately kissing me and telling me "that's it, nice and slow". It is the most amazing feeling as the second guys cock pops past my second barrier and I am totally full of two cocks. I slowly move around a bit to make sure the guy under me gets some fucking as well, and the top guy is moaning as he slowly fucks me alongside his brother. I can see below the eye mask as I break from my kisses and they have left the lights on to my surprise and I catch a glance of a tattoo on the guy under me just below his belly button under his blonde hairy stomach. There is no mistaken that it is a biohazzard tattoo. The sight of the tattoo along with the rubbing against his furry belly sends me over the edge and I cum hands free on his stomach. As I realize what I have seen the top brother starts to pick up the pace a bit and he is telling his brother it won't be long now as he can't hold 5 days in much longer. The brother under me says go for it as he is on the edge. No sooner do they say it, I feel the top thrust in full balls deep and I feel the tell tale sign of more fluids in my arse. Then the brother under me starts grunting and groaning in unison and my arse is stretched more than it has ever been and very wet. After a minute of flooding my insides the top brother pulls out but the bottom one stays in me as he stays hard. He is feeling my face as he kisses me and says, "Let the hole relax and close, I don't want you to lose any. And about a minute later while still kissing me and his brother is getting dressed he slowly plops out. The brother under me then gently rolls me off him and says, "Now, no letting any out. I want you to keep our seed in you all night." And I agree with mixed emotions. I so want to see his face and am on a sex high. They both dress and leave and I lay on the bed full of their seed. Toxic seed I imagine, but I just don't care. While laying there, I grab my phone and message the guy with a message I thought I would never send: "Thanks for an amazing fuck. By the way, caught a glimpse of the tattoo while you were fucking me. Not sure what your intentions were, but I don't care. I'll do as you say on one condition. You and your brother come back every night while he is still here and top it up. When he leaves, I want you to continue the job until it takes. And no more blindfold. I want to know who the father is". Response in just one minute: "Deal! You're hot. What about after it takes, care to start a family with me?". Attached is a face pic that looks like a doppelganger of Logan Stevens. TBC

I love the fucking, the feeling of first penetration, as you stretch open and they slide in balls deep, then the pounding and rutting in to your tight hole is excellent. But I want all the cum too!

Probably. But absent proof of what, specifically, he means, I'm going to take him literally. Which is more fun, really, because aside from Turkey (which straddles Europe and Asia and thus is really a "Eurasian" country rather than European), there's no nation I know of that is anywhere close to becoming "officially Islamic". Especially considering that a lot of Islamic immigrants to Europe are ESCAPING Islamic states, and while they want to be free to worship in accordance with their religious beliefs, they're not particularly likely to want the kind of merged church-state situation we see in many (but not all) Islamic countries. So the whole idea of "if a European country becomes officially Islamic" is roughly akin to "if Vatican City exiles the Pope" or "if America renounces capitalism and guns". Ain't gonna happen.

I'm going to vault this Monday 17th June. I'll be there at about 7pm until 11pm. No loads refused 😈

I resent anyone who lives outside of SW Florida, better known as "Heaven's Waiting Room". Filled with retirees, an almost "police state" atmosphere, where most of the "fun" bars are gone. Yes there are hook up sites and apps, but what better way to live then to walk out your front door and go to your local watering hole/fuckjoint for some good old fashioned fun. I am so jealous of guys who can ride public transportation after 7 pm at night. I miss the nights of riding home on the subway at 2 am, always making sure I am in the car with the policeman and his dog in case I nodded off. Oh how I envy you - those in NYC, Philly, San Fran (I walked there), and assorted other places where I could be a total pig and stumble home without fear of being arrested. Now I know members will say MOVE!, pull up all your roots and go north you middle aged man, but I have doctors and COMMITMENTS (God help me) that I just can't walk away from. You can tell it's Friday, I am already filled with jealousy. Have fun you lucky fellow BZ members..... Note: I am sorry I just became unhinged in this thread, I don't know why, something to do with a guy who had moved and talked about how wonderful was to live in different areas. Sorry to go off track...

I’m going to try to spend a couple hours here at least once a week. I’ll be in the backroom wearing nothing but a jockstrap, horny and ready to take loads in both my holes. No loads refused. I’ll post the dates on this thread at least a day in advance

Athletic Trainer 3 Luke heard the water in the shower stop while he was on the phone. Right after he got off the phone, Jason came walking out with a towel barely hanging on his waist. He looked like he barely dried himself off because most of his body was still wet. The water droplets hanging off his nipples and defined muscle turned Luke on a lot. Jason sat down on high top chair at the kitchen island with both hands rubbing his temples. Luke hid himself behind the kitchen island because despite Jason's discomfort, this was one of the sexiest appearance that he was not expecting. It is even better than a guy just spread out on all fours in a doggie position because he is no stranger to guys getting into that position for him willingly. He could vaguely see Jason's soft cock through the opening of the towel too. “What's the matter? Are you alright?” Luke asked “Yeah….maybe it was the hot water….I just felt light headed when I got out of the shower” Jason said while still rubbing his head Luke looked at the glass of juice he poured for Jason when they first arrived and saw the empty glass. He had thought Jason was already under the influence of G earlier when he was fucking. Luke now realized he must have chug the whole thing just before he came into the room so the G is just now hitting him “Well……drink some water” Luke poured him a legit glass of water this time and watched Jason gulp it down. He then poured another then walked up next to Jason to prop him up from his underarm and said “do you want to sleep or nap it off? You tell me how you feel and what you want to do.” Some may enjoy taking advantage of guys while they passed out, but not for Luke. He finds no joy messing with an unconscious body so realizing maybe that was too much G for Jason, he was willing to take a couple steps back. After all… he's playing a long game “I think laying down for a bit might be good” Jason started to slur his words so Luke carried him back to the bedroom. Jason’s towel fell off on their way back to the bedroom. Luke put him down on the bed and this is the first time Jason had a direct look at Jason's fully nude body. His soft cock is a good 6-6.5 in long. Some guys wish their dick was that size fully erected. His pube is trimmed nicely with a little trail up to his belly button. Although Luke was high earlier, he had to admit this boy knew how to fuck. It well exceeded his expectations earlier. Even now his hole felt somewhat empty without Jason's dick. He doesn't bottom often and he sure doesn't feel this way often after getting fucked. “So ... .is there anything that's off limits for you before we get started?” Luke asked after putting Jason on the bed, but Jason had fallen asleep entirely. Luke wasn't too concerned. With the dose he put in the juice, Jason at most gets knocked out for a couple hours at most. Luke hopped in the shower himself but kept Jason's cum in his hole. He did a hygiene check to make sure it is okay to do that and no red flag there. Luke heard his phone buzzing and saw a text showing up on his phone. The text said “I'm here” along with a selfie of a good looking blonde guy with a big smile at the building entrance. The guy's name is Brad. He's a senior and no one would even guess this young kid is his connection. He looks healthy and in shape. Technically Luke's connection is his uncle who lives out of town. He had met Brad a few years back and even had several great 3 ways/groups with them. When Brad started attending the same school he works at, he felt comfortable going through Brad bc despite being young. He does know what he's doing so Brad has been his direct connection since. Luke buzzed Brad in as he towel off and put on a jock then continued to dry himself off as he walked toward the door then wrapped the towel on his waist just before he answered the door “Sorry to interrupt. As promised, here's everything you asked for. Where's the fresh meat? I was expecting a tied up first time bottom whore right here on your couch to be honest” Brad said “Well….. about that. I may have accidentally G him out. I got carried away earlier and you know I won't go after someone who's unconscious” Luke said “The boy should consider himself lucky. Where is he? Can I have a look at him at least?” Brad asked “He's asleep in my room” Luke led Brad into his bedroom and opened the door. Brad size him up from head to toe and whispered “damn…. that's the size of his dick soft!?” Brad asked. Luke nodded and smiled. The two exited the room. Before exiting the room, Brad took a picture of Jason fully nude with his phone without Luke knowing. They pack up a bowl in Luke's bong and started smoking in the living room “I think he might be in my history class” Brad said “Is he?” Luke said “you're a senior and you still have common classes with a sophomore?” Luke teased “Well….at least I'm making progress but this year ain't my last, that's for sure” Brad Said while letting out a big smoke cloud out of his mouth then passed the bong to Luke “So…. I came here with a raging hard on thinking I'd have a tight hole to fill with you” Brad pulled up his shorts slightly, letting his mushroom head out at the bottom of his shorts. “What are you thinking?” Luke said with a mouth full of smoke. Brad knows he's attractive and Luke has known him for years. There's almost no limit to how far Brad would go with his request. “Hum…. I'm still deciding to be completely honest. Have you been to the sex club just opened in town?” Brad shotgun a big smoke into Luke's mouth and lightly pinched his nipples after he asked the question. Luke started to build a tent under his towel so while Luke was taking a hit. Brad slipped his foot out of his shoe and was teasing Luke’s crotch. Eventually snagged the corner or Luke's towel and pulled it off “awww….you have a jock in” Brad said Luke chuckled and almost choked on his mouth full of smoke “sorry. Just a habit. I thought my boy toy was passed out so I didn't think anything beyond that” Luke shotgun the rest of the smoke back to Brad and passed the bong back to Brad “How about your hot neighbor downstairs?” Brad asked before taking a hit then signal Luke over to take the smoke out of his mouth. Luke locked lips with him and the two made out for a little bit this time before taking the bong back from Brad's hand “The guy you swore is a closet gay!? No way. I live here. I ain't about to take a shot unless I know for sure there's no way I will miss. You are more than welcome to knock on his door and text me a picture of him blowing smoke on your dick then I'll make my way downstairs. I can lend you a bubble so in case you are wrong, he isn't gonna call a cop on your bc you have a meth bong in your hand before he even open the door” Luke said “and if somehow you can make everything I said happen. My boy might be up by then. Either you two come up or I'll bring him down then we can still call it even” Luke was half serious and half joking. The scenario is outrageous that he can't even just go knock on a stranger's door and make them bow to him at will, let alone get high and bow to him. And like he said, he's a resident in the building. That's way too much risk for him to take. However, he knows Brad, even if he failed, wouldn't rat him out. At worst he may have to say he didn't know Brad is into drugs bc camera can probably track back to who let him in the building and both Brad and his uncle will understand why he can't stick his neck out for Brad unconditionally. It's a scenario they chatted about long ago, which is also why they trust each other. Historically speaking, Brad does have a way with his magic somehow and has made some impossible group sex happen before. They all went on a vacation once and Brad somehow brought back two porn stars who had never gotten high before and both were eager to try for Brad and they all had a great time. “Ok. I'll take your words. Give me a bubble. Short one preferably. And if I text you that picture you asked for. You have to bring your sling downstairs and set it up. And no jock or underwear under whatever you decide to wear coming downstairs AAAAAND you will wake your boy up. I'd at most give you 30 min to convince him. If you can't fulfill your part of the bargain then your hole is mine to use for the next 48 hours” Brad said then shotgun smoke out of Luke's mouth and made out with him. Luke hesitated for a bit because letting Brad own his hole for 48 hours is no joke. He has fucked Brad far more than Brad has fucked him. He does also know Brad as a top in almost all other scenarios so he has no idea what kind of experience that will be. But the unknown does turn him on and he is rather confident that it won't get to that point because he'd only need to bring Jason downstairs with him. He already knows Jason will do anything to have sex with him again. Nothing a little more smoke couldn't conquer. “Deal but you also have 30 min to send that picture” Luke said and got up to get a bubble from a side table in its hidden compartment in the drawer. Brad took the opportunity to tried sliding his index finger in Luke's ass “Oh damn….I have never been able to slide my finger in just like that. That boy sure opened you up, didn't he? And you still have his babies in you?” Brad licks his finger clean. Luke jumped when Brad slid his finger in then laughed “yeah. He was a surprise so I'm not gonna just treat him like a quick fuck. There's much more I wanna do with him. Here. You have 30 min. After that, I just can't promise I'll still be by my phone after 30 min and if you plan on returning, you have to ask before you do because I do have a guest who may be awake by then so you can't cock block me if you failed. Here's for the stuff” Luke said “but we can maybe still get together but on equal footing but I can't promise anything outside of 30 min” “I like the way you think. There's no one else on this campus I trust more than you because of that.” Brad took an extra big hit from the bong and slowly shotgun it all to Luke and wrapped it up with a quick kiss without causing Luke to exhale the smoke. He then quickly stood up and showed his mushroom head to Luke. Brad said “give me your blessing and be ready for that picture to arrive on your phone. This won't be the last you have of my dick tonight. Mark my words” Luke pulled Brad's shorts up even higher and put half of Brad's shaft in his mouth before start letting out the smoke in his mouth and started sucking on Brad's dick head and licking all around it while it was in his mouth and felt it grow harder and harder in his mouth. He loved the confidence Brad had. It's one of the reasons that makes Brad so irresistible. He knows Brad is at least as big as Jason's. He has bottomed for him a few times in the past but Brad, especially high, can get carried away. If he matches Brad's high, he very well may love that but Brad has always wanted to make him a cumdump, which is something he doesn't want to get into so he has never given Brad free reign over his hole before and Brad has respected his boundaries so far because if he doesn't, Brad knows his uncle will sure make him pay the price. After Luke's thoroughly sucked part of his dick, Brad grabbed everything and the bubble and was eager to head downstairs. “Wait…..do you remember his apartment number “ Brad asked last minute “7010. How the fuck are you going to make a dude who you don't even know is gay or not to get high and worship your cock when you can't remember a simple apartment number” Luke teased him and took a hit from the bong and shot gun it to Brad “That's not where my magic is. I have cock suckers to help me remember that sort of thing… like you” Brad said and followed up with a wink. “See you in 30 min Luke. Oh one more question. Did we ever figure out his name?” “Noah. Don't forget we spoke to him in passing a few weeks ago in case he remembers and you don't” Luke teased Brad “Oh if he remembers that then you've already lost half of the bet mister” Brad said “one more favor to ask you. Do you have a couple cans of beer I can take with me as props?” “Sure but if you g him out. it doesn't count” Luke reminded him “You wanted a picture of him blowing clouds on my cock, don't you? I can't do that if I g him out, can I, dummy?” Brad said “I was just reminding you” Luke said and took a hit from the bong and walked toward Brad who's eager to go on his mission and blew the cloud in Brad's mouth “good luck babe. Your time starts now” Luke pinched Brad's butt, an ass that he has fucked on many occasions before and enjoyed it a lot. He will never say no to fucking that ass again. If Brad wasn't mostly a top like he is, he's sure that the two of them would be fucking every other day, if not, every day already.

A speculum is my favorite tool or toy. I fucking love playing with a speculum. Although I love it up my ass, using it on someone else is a huge turn on. Especially when it’s open, the hole is stretched, I put my mouth over the opening, and use the tip of my tongue to lick the exposed ass walls. It’s an incredible sensation for me and the guy getting rimmed loves it also. I also forgot to mention that I loved playing with Pool balls. Again, up my ass or someone else’s. I love how heavy they feel when I put five or six up there. And the stretch is amazing. I also have a set of mini pool balls. If the guy is loose enough, I can put the balls in my mouth and only using my lips and tongue, stuff them up his ass. And when he’s ready to push them out, I latch my lips onto his asshole and take them into my mouth as he pushes them out. if you haven’t figured out, as Play and especially rimming are my favourites.

Part 4 I felt amazing and a bit drained after I walked away from the ride and found a place I could rest for a bit. I found a set of benches that all had large butt plugs in the center and figured that they were there to help keep the loads in from the rides as riders disembarked them. I chose the biggest of the three that where on the beach and lined my aching hole to it and slid down. The roundness of the plug met with a little resistance but I was able to push my ass out enough to slip down on it without spilling any of the cum in my guts. I felt full as I sat there and caught my breath and enjoyed the sights of other naked men walking around. I saw so many wearing all sorts of gear that made their bodies so hot to look at. Some were walking a bit funny so I assumed they had partaken in some of the other rides or found pleasure elsewhere. Seeing all of this made me so excited to keep exploring and i felt after about five mins of sitting there I was ready to go and explore more. I walked by many booths and I took in the smells of leather from the gear tent close by, the smell of fresh poppers from another tent, the smell of piss from the troughs close by. I could also hear the buzzing of tattoo guns and the screams f pain coming from so many of the tents up ahead and I walked towards the closest one where I heard the screams and was witness to a guy getting his nipples pierced. He had swollen nipples both were about the size of silver half dollars and I wondered how long he had been plumping them to look as they did. I stood there as the piercer lined up the needle to his big nips and winced a bit as he plunged it into his nipple causing him to scream yet again but I could also see that he was leaking precum and a major stream of it started flow once the needle went through so I surmised that he was enjoying this just as much as it hurt. Once the piercer was finished cleaning up the mans newly pierced nipples and covering them with bandages he looked down and saw that he was still leaking a massive amount of pre cum and he bent down and engulfed the mas nine inches of thick man cock. the man was moaning as the piercer deep throated him and was bucking his hips in unison with his sucking causing the piercer to moan as well and it made him go even deeper to push his cock deep into his throat making him buck even more in the chair. I could see his balls start to get tighter and tighter so we all new he was about to cum in the piercers mouth and he made one final thrust and grabbed his head and held it there as he unloaded down his throat. They both stayed like that for a minute and the guy finally slid out of the piercers mouth and sat there panting but with a huge grin on his face. The piercer smiled back at him and thanked him for the tip for doing his nipples and smiled even more when he saw the man was sporting a red biohazard tattoo on his bulging bicep. I was so distracted by the site in front of me that I didn't realize that the man doing the tattoo in the chair next to the piercer had finished his work and had snuck up behind me. I didn't hear him move or anything and I turned my head just as he made a sound alerting me to his presence and at the same time he stepped forward with his cock angled at my hole and thrust on into me. When I got a good look at the tattoo artist I smiled and moaned as I felt his rigid enormous cock spread me open. Even after the first ride and sitting on the buttlug bench I still felt some pain as he stretched me open. He was a hunk of a man wearing nothing but black boots and a black chest harness. He was muscled more than the workers I had seen from when I arrived and he was covered every inch in tattoos. His nipples were both pierced with very large rings and a red biohazard tattoos circled both of them and both his nipple rings had a chain attached to them and another part of the chain running down his eight pack abdomen to a place I couldn't see. He saw me looking and bent down while remaining in my ass and whispered in my ear that the chain connecting his nipples was also attached to the large prince Albert piercing in his 10 inch cock. Hearing this made me moan so loud and without missing a beat he carried me to his tattoo chair like I weighed next to nothing and spun me around so I was laying on my back and he speread my legs open wide. he was so experienced at this that he didn't leave my ass at all during the whole movement. He continued to fuck me roughly telling me that he wanted to shoot the biggest load he had at the moment into the cutest hole he had seen so far. Hearing that made me moan more and I spread my ass open more to give him more access to it. His attention didn't waver as he pounded my hole and while doing that he asked me where i wanted to be tatted. What made me even hornier was that he didn't ask me if I wanted to get a tattoo just where and hearing that made me almost blow right there on him. I told him I wanted a biohazard tattoo covering my whole ass and the center of the symbol be right at my hole. Hearing this hot tattoo idea made him slam into me one last time and I could feel him cumming like a firehose spraying my guts with his poz seed and causing my own orgasm to shoot all over him. We both came down from our shared high and he told me he loved that idea and no one had ever asked him to do a piece like that and he would be happy to be the one to do it for me. He explained that since I wanted that there that I should wait until the last day of the carnival to have it done so it would have the proper time to heal up otherwise it wouldn't set right if I kept wanting to go on the rides and do other activities the carnival had in store. I agreed with him and settled for now on getting the same tattoos on my nipples like him and I turned my head to the piercer as well and asked f I could get them both pierced and a prince Albert done just like this stud of a mand and he smiled and said he would be glad to. With that the tattoo artist went to work.

Level 6 since I was a teen. If Level 7 was chasing/actively looking for “dirty” loads, I’d be there. lol

Little did any of them know what cherries they were going to lose that night. More to cum Andy was next to pop his boy’s cherry. Andy had him on all 4’s eating his ass and fingering his hole all the while lubing his impressive death meat rocket. The man was multi-talented with his ability to multitask was impressive. He had his boy moaning for release, but the only way he was going to get wias through his ass. Andy made him say it, “what do you want?” “You in me.” the boy whimpered. “Say it louder” Andy demanded! They repeated themselves several times until Andy got the response at the level he wanted. Jason was working his tool into his prey as well. It was a dead heat who was going to knock up their younger soon to be new bottom or versatile slut. Mine was still pumping his thick cock into my ass. I wondered if Jason’s or Andy’s cum was still in there enough to coat his cock and poz him or could I still do the deed from the bottom. Almost simultaneously both boys yelped signifying that Jason and Andy had secured their anal cherries. Three down. The boy fucking himself on Doc’s cock to pump a load into my ass was really starting to jack hammer away at my ass and subsequently pile driving his own ass. He erupted, flooding my soiled cunt with his neg seed. HE jammed his cock deep in my ass and I could feel his cock expand and pump load after load into me. Doc followed suit into his newly fucked and still negative hole. I could swear I could feel Doc filling his ass up with every spasm of his over-sized pecker. My own cock erupted, splashing me and the boy that was breeding my hole. He kissed me while the Doc chewed on his neck and back leaving god awful hickies on him. Jason and Andy we both now power fucking their respective bottoms. I am sure no one outside of us 4 knew the others' names. Andy seemed to be ready to cum first. He slow stroked his newly minted bottom. Andy drilled his large cock in out of the boys soon to be poz filled hole. It seemed almost in unison both new bottoms were begging Andy and Jason not to cum in them, but I knew that was not going to happen. As both Andy and Jason made one final thrust deep into their asses and unleashed a torrent of tainted jizz. Both boys leaned in and kissed one another as if to relish in the moment they were pozzed. It was hot watching them kiss with their tongues exploring the others mouth. The kid who had been fucking me was making out with the Doc. Jason, Andy and I just sat around slowly stroking our cocks back to hardness. I could tell the Doc was back to full strength. He tossed his prey to Andy and slid behind the boy that Jason was just fucking. He slid his thick cock up and down his crack until the boy just seemed to swallow Doc’s cock. He was a natural bottom. We can sense our own. Andy landed on top of the one that Doc had bred and Jason took Andy’s bottom. All three boys were legs up on the couch. Andy, Jason and Doc fucked their new holes with renewed vigor with none of the boys knowing they were being pozzed fucked. I stroked my cock watching the 3 slut bottoms getting bred on Jason’s couch. The whole room smelled of cum and ass. I was rock hard wishing I had some cock in me. That is when I remembered the over-sized dildo that Amy had dropped off for Jason earlier to keep his cunt open as she put it. I fetched it from the box and with the suction cup on the base. I secured it to the floor, lubed it with my spit and slipped it into my ass. Slowly each of the guys took notice of me fcuking myself to them fucking each other. They all laughed at my whore-ish behavior not being able to wait for a real cock. I had to go find a fake one to fuck myself with. Without much prodding the 3 older tops went back to breeding the boys. It was Jason who let the cat out of the bag first as he prepared to cum again adding his poz load to Andy’s. The boys eyes got wide. “You’re poz!” he exclaimed. Andy retorted, “We all are!” Doc quipped “not yet, but here’s to hoping I get some today.” All three of the boys tried to put up a meager fight, but the cocks in the asses were feeling too good to stop. I knew the feeling. The boy Andy was power drilling cried out first as he came hands-free “poz me daddy!” Andy slammed his cock deep in the boy and filled the boy’s ass with his tainted jizz. As if on cue, Jason and Doc filled their respective asses with cum as well. Each boy laid there as the men’s cocks that filled their holes slowly withdrew from the poz cum filled holes. Each of them have been fucked twice with at least one poz cock. I lost my sense of bearings in the poz roulette game of chance on who had been filled twice and who had one of each, but i was guessing Andy, Jason and Doc know who they had fucked as they moved to a new bottom and filled their mouths with their waning cocks in an effort to revive them for another round. I took the opportunity to feast on some boy creampie. I nearly dove into the first boy’s ass and slurped up Doc’s delicious cum de’le creme of cock and freshman ass. He nearly squealed as my tongue swirled his hole. Andy moved me out of the way and sank his huge cock into the boy for his third fucking of the night. The boy’s cock was rock hard and drooled a tick stream of pre-cum from it’s slit. As Andy slid all 8 or so inches into the boy’s soon to be poz ass. I moved over to boy #2. I 69’d his puffy cunt. He devoured my cock into his eager mouth as I” slurped his cum filled ass. I licked and rimmed his hole, he hummed his pleasure against my balls as he deep throated my meager dong. I swallowed another load of his jizz as Doc pull;ed me away from my cum feast. I sat up pulling my cock out of the boy's mouth, but sitting my manpussy squarely on his mouth. His tongue shot into my ass. My cock lurched forward and drooled what felt like an ounce of cum. All this movement brought into view the 3rd boy hole who was on his knees. I leaned forward just a bit, and jammed two fingers into his hold. It was then that I knew this boy was the original bottom of the group. I grabbed the lube, and lubed my hand discreetly. Doc noticed what I was doing and gve me a thumbs up. I slipped a 3rd finger and the boy merely moaned. I added a 4th finger. His eyes got wide. I soon had my hand in him with my thumb being the odd-man out. He never missed a beat on Jason’s tick prick. But Jason had another idea. Hope you all like this latest chaapter

Seems like forever but finally got fucked again. Another guy from Grindr. He comes over and fucks me for almost an hour straight. We start with 69. He eats my ass while I deep throat his 8” cock. He’s really good at eating my ass and I’m able to take in all of his cock. He has an 8” cock and really fucks my throat good. After a while I climb on and ride his cock. I usually use my 9” dildo to loosen up but he wants to loosen me up himself so just his saliva from eating my ass. Without any lube he slowly works it all in. I then roll on my back and we fuck like that. He’s giving me the whole 8 inches and is really pounding me good. My legs are high in the air and he fucks me hard and deep. We still haven’t used lube so it hurts a lot as he drives in hard. He flips me onto my stomach with my ass in the air and relentlessly hammers my hole. After what seams like ages he blasts his load deep and grinds it in deep. He still continues fucking but not as hard or deep. When he finally stops and rolls of I start licking him clean and he’s hard again immediately. With his hard cock in my mouth he starts skull fucking me. I’m gagging with his cock in my throat but he keeps fucking my throat. He wants to fuck some more so I get on all fours and he rams it in hard. I’m trying to grip his cock with my ass to get him off but it soon becomes obvious that it’s going to take a lot more fucking to get another load. I flip over on my back and he drives in hard and deep. I spread my ass cheeks so he can get in good and deep. I’m begging him to fuck me harder and deeper hoping that will get him off. He starts to tire and rolls off. I start licking his cock clean and he’s instantly hard again. This guy is a fucking fuck machine. Soon I’m gagging on his cock while he holds my head and throat fucks me. He asks if I want to fuck some more and I agree. Face down, ass in the air he’s pile driving my ass again. He rolls me over and pulls me onto his cock. I’m basically on my shoulders, legs high over my head and my ass in the air impaled on his hard cock. He brutally fucks me until he starts to tire again. He rolls me onto my side and fucks me like that some more. At that point we realize he’s not going to cum again without a lot of serious ass pounding. Only one load but I got lots of fucking. We exchanged numbers so hopefully this becomes a regular thing. If my ass can take it.

3. Micah Over the noise of the assembled men, the sounds of flesh against flesh, the quiet undertones of sexual attraction, and the hiss of the torches, a church bell tolled for midnight. I wondered if the old Catholic priest knew what was happening just around the corner from his church. In front of me, the sacrifice was still tied down to the altar with one congregant's cock deep in his ass and another congregant's cock forced in his throat. Did the priest know how it was impossible for his God to exist without my Dark Lord? A one-sided coin was impossibility; so was light without dark, happiness without suffering, and duty without pleasure. Did the priest know the truth about his Savior? How Jesus had known the Dark Lord? How Jesus had followed God's commandments of duty, just as much as he had worshipped my Dark Lord's pleasures? Tonight, pleasures had certainly been had. The sacrifice had been fucked for nearly four hours now. If my count was correct, he had taken seventeen loads from my congregants. Powered by the drugs, by Lucifer's spirit, by their own animal urges, my congregants showed no sign of slowing down. In addition, every single one of their loads was poisoned with the Dark Lord's virus. As my congregants had repeatedly fucked the sacrifice, I had relaxed in the throne at the front of the church. I watched the execution unfold and the altar boys made sure that I was well taken care of. The glass cock was always full and my cock was always hard. Some of the new altar boys would gag on the size of my shaft; most of them quickly learned how to accommodate my size. Some others, well, they learned how resistance to my desires was not an option. One of the newer altar boys had to be taken back to the labyrinth, and was given a training session on the finer points of cocksucking. He returned an hour later, with bruises on his back and a mouth spreader ensuring he was always available to the members of the congregation. It was especially pleasurable to see the tears still drying on his cheeks, a visible sign of his devotion to the path of the Dark Lord. Finally, the last of the congregants grunted in pleasure. The spasms of his body showed that he was injecting the sacrifice with his poisonous semen. As he withdrew, Jeff stood up from his position by the sacrifice. "My father," he said. "Yes, my son," I replied. I took the glass pipe from where it lay beside my throne. I knew what he was going to announce, and what I was going to need to do. "The congregation has anointed the sacrifice with the seed of their loins and the virus of the Dark Lord. He is now yours to finish." "You have done well, my son," I said, standing up from the throne. "You all have made the Dark Lord very happy with your efforts. It is time for you to celebrate the night. Give yourself over to the pleasure of our Devil God." "Amen," the congregation uttered, as they all walked towards the back of the nave, past the sacrificial altar, past my throne. They would enter the labyrinth in the back, and celebrate for the rest of the night. Their balls were still full of cum, their asses ready for sex. It didn't take long before it was just four of us: an altar boy, Jeff, myself, and the sacrifice. "I give you the sacrifice. May the Dark Lord be merciful to him, even as you are not," Jeff said. He walked to the back and joined the other men. I could hear the grunts of pleasure, the moans of agony rising from the orgy that was beginning. The sacrifice raised his head, just enough to see me. I smiled at him, then paused long enough to take one long hit from the pipe. Even though I had been smoking most of the night, I still felt the effect of the drugs on me, pushing me a little closer to Lucifer and his world of depraved pleasures. I held the hit for as long as I could, then exhaled. The sacrifice smiled, and I could sense the hunger in his soul for more. "Come," I said to the altar boy. "Bring the silver charger." The young boy picked up a small silver plate. On it was four shards of crystal, each fairly large. He followed me as I descended to stand in front of the sacrifice. The drugs were hitting me hard, and my cock was throbbing now. I needed to get inside the bottom's hole and feel all of the cum that he had accumulated. But the ritual came first. "Tears of Lucifer," I said, motioning to the plate the altar boy held. "You know what most people get wrong about my Dark Lord?" The sacrifice shook his head. "The Dark Lord. Everyone thinks he is about pain and suffering. But he is not. He's about pleasure. Only pleasure. Pleasure unencumbered by any responsibility or duties." I paused for a moment. "That's why I am not afraid of joining him." "Joining him?" the sacrifice said. I raised the heavy leather hood up just enough to expose the deep purple spot on my chest. The sacrifice's eyes were just barely able to focus on it. "Yeah," I said. "It's what you think it is." The sacrifice lowered his head again, already tired from the ordeal. "The Vikings understood the Dark Lord best. They called him Loki, the trickster. He's out for pleasure." He looked up at me once more. His hunger was painfully clear on his face. Getting fucked by seventeen men was barely enough to satisfy him. He needed more. He needed more drugs, more fucking, and most of all, more of our deadly semen. He nodded. He was high enough that I didn't know if he even understood what I was saying. But, tonight, it hardly mattered. All that was important was that he was here and that he was open to everything that we had already put inside of him. Plus, he was ready for more. "The tears. It clears the mind. It frees the body. And one of these is for you." The altar boy knelt down, holding the platter in front of the sacrifice. "Which one do you want?" I asked. The young man tried to pull his hand away from the altar to point, but remembered that he was still restrained. "The one on the right," he said, before closing his eyes again. It was the largest one on the platter. "You choose well," I said. I motioned for the altar boy to stand. He had done this ritual once before and knew what he had to do. He stood behind the sacrifice, and waited for me. Slowly, I joined him, and took the long, thin shard from the platter. "This goes into you. Into your ass, where it can melt in the pool of toxic semen you have accumulated." "I understand," the sacrifice said. "It is not my place to protest anything you choose to do to me. Everything is in honor of the Dark Lord." I smiled. Sometimes the sacrifices protested, especially after so many men had fucked them. Their asses were sore and they were having second thoughts about pledging themselves to the Dark Lord's army. But this one knew what he was getting himself into. I took the shard from the platter. It was larger and heavier than at first glance. I hoped that the sacrifice would be able to endure the experience. "Ready, sacrifice?" I asked him. It was a formality; the only answer I expected from him was an affirmative yes. "Yes, my master," he said. His voice was flat and neutral. He had been through an ordeal over the past few hours, and emotion was far away. With my free hand, I spread his ass cheeks apart, exposing his well-fucked hole. It was dripping cum, and was slowly pulsing with his every heartbeat. The members of my congregation had opened him up. Putting a small shard of tina into him was going to be easy. I pinched the shard between my thumb and forefinger, and pushed into him. He grunted, but his ass offered only the slightest resistance to me. I pressed in, past my first knuckle, then the second knuckle. "Ugh," he said, but remained still. Finally, I had my fingers all the way in him. I released the shard, feeling it float in the pools of thick cum still in his ass. I slowly pulled out, making sure all of the toxic fluids and drugs stayed inside of him. "You're fucked, sacrifice," I said, as I massaged his hole, getting it to close up and hold all of the mancum inside. "Totally fucked." "I know, my master," he said. "For the rest of the night," I started. "Everything and anything good in your world is going to come from my cock. You keep me happy. I'll keep the dark lord happy, and if you are lucky, he may cry a few more tears of joy to keep you happy." My cock was throbbing. It was hard to keep from plunging into his ass, and feel all that cum inside of him. But there were other things to do first. I turned to the altar boy. "You may join the others in the solstice orgy," I said. "Let them share their virus with you. Now, it is time for me to complete the execution." "I understand," the altar boy said. He placed the platter on the ground, and backed away from me quickly. There was a sense of fear as he stepped away, as if he was seeing my power for the very first time. It only made my cock harder and drip more. Once outside the pentagram, he turned and walked quickly to the labyrinth in the back. I was now alone with the sacrifice. He was still tied down to the altar, his ass and mouth still exposed for me, making him totally defenseless against anything I had planned. "You know about the Last Supper, don't you?" I asked. "The truth?" "I don't know. No," he said. I knelt down behind him, and spread his cheeks apart again. His hole was right there, a bit of cum dripping out of it. "The paintings and stories are all wrong. It wasn't a dinner." I pressed my face into his crack, inhaling deeply of the sweat and cum. My cock was throbbing, desperate to get inside of the sacrifice. "What really happened has been suppressed and forgotten. It was more of an orgy." I stuck my tongue out and teased his hole. It was a mixture of salty sweat, slightly sweet cum, and the bitter tang of the crystal. "It's our job to remember what happened. To make sure the real memory of Jesus is maintained." "Oh?" I knew it was hard for the sacrifice to follow anything I said. His mind was racing off in a million directions, all of then involving pleasure. As best he could while tied up, he pressed his ass back against my goatee, eager for any tiny bit of stimulation. For me, it was time to stop talking theology, and start the final part of the ritual. "I'm going to die," I said. "There are no more drugs for me. It's now just a matter of time." I stood up, and stroked my cock. It was still hard. "But, before I die, I'm going to pass on the Dark Lord's gift to me. It will become your gift and a gift that you will need to share with others. As many as you can." "I will, my master." He paused for a moment. "My executioner." His back arched as he presented his ass to me. "Please," he said, his words starting to slur as he disappeared into a drug-fueled fantasy. "Of course, my son." I stood behind him, and pulled back my foreskin to expose my swollen cockhead. I pressed the head against his hole, coating it the accumulated lube and cum. "Ready for my cock? My deadly cock?" "Please," he said again. "Let me serve Lucifer." I lined my cock up with his hole, and pressed against him. There was no resistance at all; over the course of the night, his ass had been completely opened up. It was a rare feeling, to find a man so open and so accepting that there was not even the barest hint of a struggle against an invading cock. I wanted to savor that feeling of control and domination, when my dick first entered a man, but my cock had other ideas. It practically pulled itself into the sacrifice's body, navigating through the pools of dirty cum into order to seek out barely explored depths where it's own deadly load would find fertile soil. "Fuck me. Kill me." "You are already dead," I said. He was warm and comfortable, all the accumulated spooge lubricating my small thrusts into him. I allowed myself to pull out, just to get the pleasure of sinking all the way back into him. The sacrifice was not the only one for whom the drugs had taken ahold of. I had been smoking from the glass pipe all evening and my own depraved sexual needs had been barely satiated by the oral service provided by the altar boys. Now, there was only one thought running through my mind: I needed to defile this man's body. All I could focus on was the pleasure of adding another load of virus-laden cum to his growing collection. "You were dead the moment you walked into the temple." The sacrifice slumped slightly; his body no longer quite as taut against the restraints of the altar. "I know," he said. His voice was full of defeat as the full enormity of what he had done soaked into his drug-addled mind. The thought made my cock twitch. Another bolus of pre-cum dripped from my dickhead into his body. It was full of the Devil's virus and it would soon be part of the sacrifice's very genetic code. "I know," he repeated. As much as I wanted to cum right then and complete the ceremony, I had to make it last. It was my responsibility as the executioner to complete the sentence, to make sure that the sacrifice had no chance of reprieve. I continued to thrust in and out of his hole. Occasionally, I had to reach down to scoop up the spooge that had dripped out of him. I carefully pressed it back into the hole. There was so much of the thick, slippery fluid it was hard to imagine that it would eventually all be absorbed. But it would, and the contribution from the many men would change the sacrifice╒s life forever. Lost in the beautiful haze of the crystal fog, I continued to pound at the sacrifice's hole. Time was no longer important; the crystal made sure of that and the task would take as long as it had to. I don't know if it was just a few minutes or a few hours, but eventually, the sacrifice's hole was no longer dripping spooge. "Please?" he said, a plaintive cry for mercy. I paused for a moment with my cock buried in his warm hole. The last thing I wanted to do was to stop fucking the sacrifice. My dick was still rock hard and my balls were full of toxic fluid. "I haven't cum yet," I said. "I know," he said. "I want you to cum in me." "Of course you do," I said. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving just the very tip of it inside of him. "Please," he said again. He had gotten what he had wanted, my cock no longer balls-deep inside of him, only to discover that the discomfort me fucking him caused was also the source of all of his pleasure. "I need it." "I know. We all need it." I pulled all the way out, my shaft glistening with the last few drops of sperm still in the sacrifice's hole. I pushed back into him, feeling his hole wrap around my cock. It was hot from the fucking and I briefly felt sorry for him. Getting fucked was now agony, each stroke of my cock a burning hot poker in his ass. But not getting fucked was also agony for the sacrifice. It was an utter lack of connection and nothing to ground him to another human. My cock pulsed as I watched the struggle between pain and pleasure play out as the sacrifice grappled against the restraints holding him to the altar. He would first fight them, trying to escape the relentless onslaught of my dick. The sacrifice would then relax and embrace the thick leather bands holding him in place. The restraints let him accept my cock and allowed me to fuck him like the Dark Lord demanded. The brief break, watching the sacrifice fuck himself on my dick helped to re-energize me. It reminded me of my purpose that night and why I had dedicated my life to the Dark Lord. I was there to kill this young man, to kill him by infecting him with a deadly virus, and then to have the pleasure of watching him waste away and die. I pulled my cock out and slammed it back into him. He grunted and moaned which was what I wanted to hear. "Please," he said. "The straps." With my dick comfortably lodged deep in his hole, I paused for a moment to inspect the sacrifice. The leather straps securing him to the altar were necessarily tight, biting into his skin. I had heard stories of the early days, before the altar had been built, when sacrifices would flee the ceremony, before the execution had been completed. The restraints ensured that any second thoughts were not an issue. I ran my finger along the edge of a strap across the victim's back. His body tensed up and he grunted. "Ouch," he said. "You will take my load," I said. "No matter what." "I know. I want it," the sacrifice said. "It just hurts." "Death is always painful." I repeated my action, feeling how hot his skin was. His ass clenched around my cock, as he struggled to maintain his composure. "If I undo the straps, you aren't going to try anything, are you?" "No my master," he said. The curtain blocking access to the labyrinth rustled, and we both looked up. An altar boy appeared. He was young and blond, with the blank expression of a tweaker. "Do you need anything, Sir?" he asked me. His timing was perfect. "Help me with the sacrifice," I said. "It is time to release him from the earthly bonds." "Of course, Sir." I finally pulled my cock out of the sacrifice; I immediately missed the warmth of his hole and the comforting power of dominating him. The altar boy knew what to do, taking position across from me. Quickly, we undid the leather straps. "Help him up," I said, retiring back to the throne of the high priest. My cock was still erect and a bead of pre-cum was forming at the tip. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and feel my toxic juices drip into him. The altar boy helped the sacrifice up from the altar. It was a slow process. The sacrifice was obviously tired and sore from the unnatural position, and he had barely moved in many hours. "Get up," the altar boy encouraged him, holding on to his arm and pulling. The sacrifice suddenly recoiled with a sharp yelp. The altar boy had grabbed him on his wrist, right where the straps had held him in place. But, eventually, the condemned man stood, and took halting steps towards me. "Please," the altar boy begged. He knew that if I were to get angry, he would pay the price for the sacrifice's weaknesses. Finally, the sacrifice was standing in front of me. He was shaking, but it was hard to tell if that was from the uncomfortable position he had been forced into, the long hours of getting fucked, or all the drugs that had been forced on him. It didn't matter. The Dark Lord could rejoice in any and all forms of agony we would subject the sacrifice to. "Show me your wrists," I told the man. Slowly, he held his hands out. The bright red stripes from the restraints were obvious, even in the dimly lit room. I ran my finger over my cockhead, collecting the slippery pre-cum, and pushing back my foreskin. I reached out and rubbed it into the raw skin. "Owww," the sacrifice grunted. "It burns." "It should," I said. "It is what the Dark Lord wants for you tonight." He nodded. I wondered how sore his throat was, after so many hours of sucking cock. "Kneel," I said. The sacrifice fought the rebellion in his muscles and slowly dropped to his knees in front of me. "Suck," I said, grabbing the base of my cock. He opened his mouth and took the head of my dick. His tongue was warm and wet against my cockhead. It wasn't as good as his hole, but it was not bad. The sacrifice was still shaking, even down on his knees. The subtle movement of his head and his mouth served to further stimulate me. The sacrifice then ran his tongue along my foreskin, and my dick throbbed, dripping more of the deadly pre-cum into his body. I couldn't hold out any longer. I pulled his head off my shaft. "Time for you to take it up the ass again, sacrifice." He stared at me, his eyes glassy and uncomprehending of what was happening. I smiled, eagerly anticipating the warmth of his tender ass and the implicit permission to breed him with my toxic loads. "Sit on it," I said. I spread my legs, exposing my thick, hard shaft and swollen balls. I needed release, and I needed it soon. The sacrifice wasted no time in mounting my cock. His hole was still open and accepting, and he did not hesitate to take the entire length. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Take it," I murmured into his ear. "Make the Dark Lord happy with your death. Enjoy your execution." I said a silent prayer to Lucifer, commending the poor man's soul to his eternal pleasure. The prayer was quickly answered as deep in the sacrifice's body, my cock got even longer and harder. "Take every drop of my poison." "I'm scared," he said. Through the mask, I could stare into his eyes without him seeing me. There were tears there. It was the first sign of him breaking down, the first piece of doubt about his actions tonight. Of course, it was far too late for him. The damage had already been done and the virus had been injected into him. "What are you afraid of? The pleasure that awaits you in the lap of the Dark Lord?" He tried to make sense of the words, but the drugs were too much for him. Instead, he nodded in dumb agreement. "There is nothing holding you back. No more fear. No more uncertainty. No more limits." My cock was throbbing and my balls were tight against my body. Even if I had wanted to, it was going to be impossible to hold off much longer. "Are you afraid?" he asked me. He lifted up the edge of the executioner's hood I was wearing, just enough to expose the red lesion on my chest. "Of the future." I shook my head side to side. "No," I said. "There is no fear." I slammed my cock into him, grabbing his hip to hold him in place. "Only pleasure." I pulled out, and thrust into him again. "Only pleasure," I gasped. My cock had decided it had had enough, and the familiar tingle at the tip of my dickhead had grown. I was right at the edge of cumming. "Please?" the sacrifice asked. It was the push I needed. My hips bucked once more, landing my cock as deep as I had ever been in the poor man's ass. I had a brief moment of perfect clarity, as my balls clenched and my dick throbbed. I could visualize the bolus of cum as it traveled the length of my shaft and then erupted in the sacrifice's body. "Take it," I grunted. "Take Lucifer's cum. Take his virus." I gasped, and another volley of virus-laden sperm shot out. The sacrifice squeezed his ass and ensured that the cum would stay in him until his body absorbed it. "Die, faggot," I said. Together with my brothers in Sätan, we had infected this hapless man, and he would soon be just as sick and diseased as we were. The sacrifice could feel my dick throb and pump him full of cum. "Please," he repeated again. "Please." "Take my AIDS jizz," I said. "Fucking take my toxic loads." "Please," he repeated. No matter how many loads he got tonight, no matter how many strains of the disease he got, it would never be enough to satisfy him. "Please kill me." "Dirty fucking fag. Taking all those loads today. Letting all those contaminated men breed your hole." My cock was still pumping out its own blighted juice into him, draining my balls. "Taking my virus." "Please," he said again. He was no longer a lost and confused boy. He knew what he needed. He needed to die, and the only way he knew was to get infected with the plague killing us all. If it was not me who did it, it would be another member of our condemned tribe. "Please." "You have it," I said, as the last few drops of my sperm leaked out of my cock and into the sacrifice's body. "Prepare for your agonizing death." He rode my cock for a few seconds longer, trying, vainly, to milk out a few more drops of my toxin. But my balls were drained, and my cock was exquisitely sensitive in the post-orgasmic bliss. "Thank you," he said, as he relaxed, still impaled on my still-hard cock. "Thank you."

2. Jeff I waited for the very last drop of my cum to drip out of my dick before I pulled out. I needed Tim to get every precious drop of my spooge and with it, as much of my virus as he could. I had been waiting for the chance to fuck Tim for far too long and I didn't want this opportunity to go to waste. It had only been a few months ago that I had found out he barebacked. That he had done it once was all I needed to know: it wasn't a matter of if he would take my poz cock, it was just a careful negotiation of when he would. And now, only six months later, I had just unloaded deep into his unprotected guts. "Thank you," Tim grunted, as my cockhead slipped out of his hole with a barely audible pop. It was slick and shiny. Tim had gotten a dildo Diablo right before I fucked him; the frozen sperm had melted and coated his guts and then my shaft. From the gyrations of his ass and his moans, it was also clear that the tina had also taken effect. Most ceremonies began with the sacrifice getting the dildo Diablo or the Devil's Cock; a frozen rod of semen collected the men of our congregation. Of course, we made it even better by sprinkling it with a generous amount of crystal methamphetamine. By the time it melted, the sacrifice would be so hungry and needy he would rarely worry about the long-term consequences of his action. This ceremony was no different. It had been easy to tell when the crystal had hit Tim. It had been in the middle of me fucking him, and the high had continued to build for him. Now, he was completely tweaked out and definitely ready for the rest of the solstice celebration. The hot poz men, dirty satanic talk, and unprotected bareback sex would be just what he needed. "My turn," a man said. I turned. Standing next to me was one of my brothers in the Dark Lord. With the black leather mask and the flickering candles, it was hard to tell who it was. But names did not matter. We were all just foot soldiers in the army of the Dark Lord, doing his vital work. I stepped aside, giving the next man access to Tim's raw hole. The stranger quickly lined up his cock, and then sunk it into the sacrifice. Tim grunted in response, a deep masculine sound of pleasure. He looked up, but before he had a chance to turn his head, I stepped in front of him and guided his head down to my cock. "Lick it clean for me," I said. He opened his mouth, and let me push the head of my cock into his warm mouth. "All the way," I said. Telling him to take it all the way was redundant. Tim was still strapped down to the fuck bench, so it was impossible for him to move. But he sucked on my shaft so hard that I was nearly dragged forward. I took a slight step towards him. He had no choice but to swallow me balls-deep, which he did. "Yeah," I moaned, as his warm mouth enveloped my shaft and his tongue lapped up all the juices that had accumulated. "Taste all those loads. All of them infected." "Mmmmmph," Tim said, his mouth full of my cock, and his ass now full of the stranger. Neither of us were using a condom, and both of us were infected by HIV. If Tim was thinking about that, he made no sign of it, arching his back to meet the other guy's shaft, and massaging my dickhead with his throat. Finally, my dick was clean, and my cock was starting to grow soft, exhausted from the first orgasm but not quite ready for the second one yet. "Please?" he said as I pulled my shaft out of his mouth. "Don't worry," I said. "You're going to get plenty more before the night is done." "Good," he said. "How are you feeling?" I asked. The executioner had retreated to his throne, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see one of the altar boys going down on him. The executioner didn't like us getting too familiar with the victim, but he knew I had recruited Tim. I knelt down so that my face level was with his. Up close, I could see just how tweaked he was. "I don't know. Wonderful. Amazing. But also, I dunno," he said, tailing off. His eyes closed and a look of utter bliss was on his face. His back arched, all the better to accept the stranger's raw cock. He had never even seen this man, and yet, he was letting him fuck him. It was his long-repressed, perverted desires being unleashed by the crystal. "What?" I asked. Seeing him so utterly defenseless against his needs was getting me hard again. He didn't care who was fucking him. No, it was more that he couldn't care who was fucking him. All that was important was that he was getting fucked. "I'm scared. This isn't like me." "But do you want it to be like you?" "Yeah," he said. He opened his eyes again. They were unfocused and distant. He had entered his own world, and given himself over to pleasure. He had given himself to the Dark Lord. "I want to be free. To enjoy everything." "Good. You are giving yourself over to pleasure." "To pleasure," he repeated, dreamily. He closed his eyes again and arched his back. The man behind him obliged, and pounded his ass a bit harder. "It's just, this isn't, this isn't me." He suddenly focused and realized where he was. He pulled off the stranger's cock, but found himself held in place by the thick leather straps. "Relax," I said. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble on his cheek, and my touch had an immediate response. His body slouched and relaxed, but he still allowed the stranger to continue fucking him. "We dosed you with a drug. It's going to be ok. It's going to help you do this." "A drug?" he asked. A smile emerged, as the idea of getting drugged up finally hit him. "Fucking hot," he said. Tim, or rather, the sacrifice, was a lot kinkier than I had thought. This was suddenly starting to get very interesting for me, and my cock was getting hard again. "You," Micah said. Tonight, playing the role of the executioner, Micah had final say on everything. I hoped he had not noticed how hard my cock had gotten. I wanted to get back inside of Tim so badly, and I didn't want Micah interfering, even if it was for the sake of the ceremony. "Is something wrong with the sacrifice?" he asked, loudly. "No, Sir," I said, turning my head to face the executioner. "He is a bit afraid, but nothing he can't handle." "The sacrifice should be afraid. Our Dark Lord takes pleasure from many things and fear is just one of them." I watched Tim's eyes widen; it was hard to tell if it was from fear of the illness or anticipation of the pleasures. "But then, above all, Lucifer is about pleasure." He turned to look directly at Tim, his eyes nearly hidden by the black leather hood he was wearing. "The Dark Lord has so many pleasures. What is your pleasure, sacrifice?" "Cum," Tim said, hardly missing a beat. It was an interesting choice: not cock, the object, or fucking, the action, but cum, the result. "Poz cum." And didn't even pause before getting to the ultimate point: the virus that all of us would share with Tim tonight. "He chooses well," Micah said. He stood up, his massive cock hanging stiffly in front of him. "Congregant, will you satisfy the sacrifice's needs? Make him die so much faster? And, altar boy," he continued, turning to a young man hidden in the crowd. "You may take care of my son's needs." A young man darted out and knelt down in front of me. He carried a silver tray, upon which lay a glass pipe and a torch. Micah was an evil bastard. He knew that the higher all of his flock got, the more loads they would pump into Tim. I looked over Tim's body and into the face of the anonymous man fucking him. He was only the second one. It would be an endless night for Tim. There was a long line of men who would fill Tim up with load after load of infected jizz. "Give the sacrifice a hit as well, my son," Micah said. I nodded in agreement. Micah's tone of voice reminded me of when he had participated in my pozzing. He had been younger, but then, we all had been younger. I don't remember which one of the many men who fucked me Micah was. There were so many, and like Tim, I had been drugged as well. There had been another executioner that night. He was no longer with us. Of course, many of the men from my ceremony were no longer with us. So many had been cut low by the Dark Lord's demon virus and were now celebrating the solstice in his chamber of pleasures. I picked up the glass pipe from the tray and then the torch. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but prior experience suggested that the pipe was loaded with crystal, and it would take a moment or two for it to melt and smoke. I held the torch under the bowl as the light illuminated a small part of the pentagram. Tim looked around, but it was impossible to read his expression. With each thrust from the stranger, his face relaxed, revealing the bliss that he felt. "This is going to be good," I said, as I put the glass cock to my lips and inhaled deeply. As expected, the pipe was loaded and the drugs were pure and strong. I inhaled deeply, feeling the spirit of the Dark Lord fill my lungs and begin to suffuse through my body. I did not partake of the Dark Lord's drugs as often as some did, and it would require only a few hits for me to be under his spell. "Very good," I said, exhaling a small, yet thick cloud. "What?" Tim asked, his eyes glazed over in pleasure from the on-going fuck. "Just enjoy it," I said. I exhaled my hit. My head was momentarily enveloped in the white cloud, but it soon dissipated. As my vision returned, I first saw Tim staring at me, mesmerized by what had just happened. I turned my head to Micah. He was still sitting in the executioner's chair, but he nodded at me and pushed the altar boy off his erection. Micah stood up. The altar boy shuffled backwards as quickly as he could to avoid toppling over backwards. "Let us all partake in the Dark Lord's addictions," he announced. There was a sudden flurry of activity in the crowd of men, as the altar boys rushed to supply all of the men with the glass pipes and torches. Micah's boy got up quickly, and quickly returned with the necessary goods. The silver platter matched the chrome bars on the boy's chastity cage. It was good that the altar boys dosed up before the ceremony began; with all of the horny men, their cocks would be soon straining against the restraints. It was one of the few times that crystal dick was an advantage. Micah took the pipe and torch, and began his hit. I turned back to Tim, and began another hit for myself. This one was quicker; the pipe was still warm and it was easier to get a lungful of the potent drug. This time, when I exhaled, I blew it out right into Tim's face. He tried to inhale some of it, but it was too weak for him to get any effect. "Patience, sacrifice," I said. "You'll get a hit soon enough." Around me, the men were all hitting their pipes and shotgunning it to each other. As they did so, I could feel the dark sexual energy rise and saw the room grow cloudy from the large hits they were all doing. "It's going to be a good night," I said to Tim, exhaling my own hit right in his face. "You want some?" I asked. He nodded. "Please," he murmured. His body was still being pummeled by the anonymous man fucking him, and his breaths were all too often interrupted by a gasp of pleasure as the man found a tender, sensitive spot. I looked over Tim's shoulder at the stranger fucking him. He was smiling, and gave me a thumbs up. "The man has a gift for you first," I said. "Please," Tim murmured again. The thrusts from the stranger grew even more strong and intense, as he neared orgasm. "I want it." Tim gasped. "Fuck yeah," the stranger grunted, slamming his cock into Tim and holding it there. "Fucking take my load." He moaned as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. "Fucking take my toxic cum." Tim moaned in reply, his face blissed-out and joyous with the pleasure of taking another load. "That's load number two for you," I said. "But I know there are plenty more for you." "I hope so," Tim said. The unknown man's body jerked and spasmed a few more times as his balls squeezed out some more cum. He took a moment to catch his breath, and then pulled out. "Fuck," Tim said; I couldn't tell if it was from the stranger's quick movements or the sudden shock of no longer having a cock in his ass. If it was the latter, Tim did not have to wait long. Almost as soon as the stranger stepped away, another one took his place. Again, the dim light and a tight-fitting hood made it hard to recognize him. But once he moved, I recognized the tattoo on his chest, a pistol pointed at his heart. I knew him; we had played around. But as was the custom in our church, I would not acknowledge him as anything other than a brother in Lucifer during the Solstice execution. "Another one for you," I said. Pistol grabbed his stiff cock and aligned it with Tim's ass. "Please," Tim grunted. Pistol slid into him, not pausing for Tim to even get used to his thick shaft. Tim looked at me, and then his eyes darted to the glass pipe I was holding. "Please?" he asked again. The crystal was hitting him hard, and he was turning into a needy bottom. I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. He was going to get even more tweaked out and his needs would only grow. "Of course," I said. "It's your last meal, as it were. You can have anything you want." A bit of smoke was starting to curl out of the bowl of the pipe. I stuck the pipe into Tim's mouth. "Inhale, sacrifice. Slowly and deeply." Watching Tim hit the pipe, I wondered if he had ever smoked tina before. He worked the pipe like an expert, draining the bowl and letting it refill. His lung capacity was impressive; each time I thought he had hit his limit, he just paused and then continued. Finally he nodded, and I pulled the pipe out. It was still hot and smoking, so I did a quick hit myself. Not until I exhaled did he dare exhale his hit. Once more, we were engulfed in the thick cloud, momentarily lost in Lucifer's mysterious kingdom. But the clouds drifted to the ground, and we were back in the physical world. Pistol was now pounding Tim's ass hard, the sweat glistening on his chest. It would not be long before his pistol went off, shooting its deadly bullets into Tim's body. "Another one," I said. Pistol slowed down his attack on Tim's ass as I put the pipe back in the sacrifice's mouth. Even if Tim wanted to protest, he was far too tweaked to string the necessary words together. But, it was clear from his face he was now in the Dark Lord's playground and he never wanted to leave. I held the torch under the bowl. It quickly started to crackle. "Do it," I said. Tim inhaled. I waited for him, until he could no longer inhale any longer, and then took the pipe away from him. I looked up at the executioner. Micah slowly nodded his head back and forth. I was disappointed; I wanted another hit from the pipe. I wanted to be closer to Lucifer and his world of pleasure. But, as the sacrifice's attendant, I had other duties tonight. At midnight, I would be released and able to join in the pleasures. No longer needing to be concerned about the glass pipe, Pistol picked up the pace again. His hips hit the sacrifice's ass, as his cock forced its way into Tim's body. "Oh fuck," he grunted, and his rhythm sped up further. "Oh fuck," he grunted again, and slammed his cock into Tim. This time, he held his cock in place and grunted one more time. This was the sound of an animal, deep, visceral, and almost scary. It was the sound of a man reaching orgasm and filling another man with his sperm. "Please," Tim whispered, only audible to the two of us. Pistol pulled out, then shoved it back in as his hard cock shot spurted more cum into Tim's tender hole. "Another bullet in our sacrifice," Micah said. The executioner had returned to the throne and the altar boy was once more between his legs. "And there are so many more to come." Pistol grunted a few more times, then pulled his cock out of Tim. Tim's face screwed up in a combination of agony and despair. He clearly wanted to be fucked more and to feel more men cum in him, but was also aware of how sore his ass already was, even as the ceremony was just starting. But he didn't have long to wonder. From the crowd, another man stepped forward to take his place between Tim's legs. I recognized Nash immediately. His skin was ebony black and almost absorbed what little light was falling on him. His black skin reminded me of the Dark Lord's own complexion; perhaps more so than any other member of the congregation, he was Lucifer's perfect ambassador to the earthly plane. He was tall and muscular, with a long, thick cock. There was some resistance when he first asked to join our congregation, but his generous endowment and relentless approach to fucking more than overcame any protests. As he stepped up to Tim, I could see his fat shaft sticking out straight. It was big enough that even fully erect, it still hung down slightly. As Nash lined up his dick with Tim's hole, he licked his lips, anticipating the warm wetness that would soon surround his manhood. Nash reached down and pulled Tim's ass cheeks apart just to make room for his thickness. Tim reacted to the touch with a moan of pleasure. I wondered if Tim would have reacted the same way if he had seen just how big Nash's cock was. The first time Nash had fucked me, I was amazed there was enough space in my guts for him to enter, and Tim was a bit smaller than I was. It was a good thing that Tim was still restrained. It would make the inevitable assault more surprising, but not being able to see Nash's endowment would reduce Tim's anxiety. But, after all of the crystal Tim had done, it wasn't clear if Tim was capable of being scared of anything. "Another one for you," I said. Nash's cockhead was pressed up against Tim's hole. Although Tim had opened up a lot from the three of us who had already fucked him, it would still be a tight fit for Nash. "Please," Tim grunted. "More." I didn't know if Nash heard Tim. Around me, men were sucking down on the glass pipe. I could see the torches flicker on and off as the men did their hits. As the crystal hit them, they started to suck on each other's cocks; in addition to the sounds of the glass pipes, I heard the soft moans and gentle licking of the men pleasuring each other. Nash had been doing the same, hitting the pipe, and getting his cock nursed to hardness. Now, he was ready to fuck. Tim's request was unimportant to Nash. He just pushed his thick head against Tim's hole, and forced his way into the man. "Oh fuck," Tim said, as he realized just how thick Nash was. I smiled. This was what Tim had signed up for: getting fucked by some of the biggest cocks and the meanest men. Pistol didn't stop, Nash would not stop, nor would any of the other men stop. Tim whimpered a bit and his body tensed up as Nash pushed further into his hole. But Nash didn't stop. He was slowly thrusting in and out, each stroke pushing him deeper into Tim. "Dear God," Tim said. "God abandoned you the moment you climbed on to the altar," I said. "Or maybe you abandoned him. The Dark Lord is your salvation now." "It's so fucking big," he said. I guessed that Nash had barely gotten half into Tim. "So fucking big." I grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply, like it was the only thing that could save him. I let take as much as he needed, holding the bottle under his nose even after he nodded that he was good. Nash had only begun the process of fucking. "Can I..." Tim started, and then trailed off. He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Of course," I said. Nash was exploring new territory in Tim's guts and the only lube was what little pre-cum Nash was dripping into the man. Tim didn't need any more crystal; most of what he was feeling was from the booty bump and the last few hits had barely taken full effect. But, the rite of sucking on the glass cock would calm and center him and help him accept Nash's long shaft. I, on the other hand, had only just begun. "Let me get it started for you," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and lit the torch. The pale blue flame barely added any light to the room, but it was just enough to see Tim's suffering in perfect detail. Nash was almost all the way in him, and was starting to seriously fuck the man. The fat black cockhead was rubbing all of the accumulated cum into Tim's body. My cum. Pistol's cum. The Dark Lord's virus was in Tim's blood now, and it would soon take root and grow in him. The fuck flu would be an unpleasant time for Tim, but we would be there for him, holding him closely and reminding him that his ordeal was only temporary before he was released into the pleasure of the Dark Lord. Thinking about Tim getting infected and getting sick made my cock stir again. I wanted to get back inside of the sacrifice and give him more of my deadly seed. I wanted him to feel the death that surged through my veins and was eating up my body. I took a long hit from the pipe and let the drugs fill my lungs. I could feel the presence of the Dark Lord in me, releasing me from the proprieties of the culture I grew up and into black and evil society of pleasure. I was Lucifer's foot soldier, and tonight, it was my job to bring him another offering. "Here," I said, taking the pipe from my mouth and sticking it into Tim's. Nash slammed his cock into the sacrifice's body hard enough to move the altar to sex a bit. "You're going to need this tonight."

Yesterday I went down to the bookstore that has a theater. So I stripped naked and got on a sofa spread my ass I put a blindfold on. The door opens letting a new person in and who started fucking me raw and rough. After he came in me I took the blindfold off and it was the clerk in the store, thin guy. When I first saw him I thought maybe he was poz, even aids not that I cared. A few minutes later another guy came in he stared at me for a while and then he unzipped and fucked me raw. He shot a huge load in my hole. It was dripping down my legs. So I was about to leave and I passed by the clerk who is jerking off and he said he was about to come back in to give me another load and I said sounds great so I went back in the theater and he followed me and this time he shot a huge load in me and was very verbal. So he goes back to his Clark position I get dressed and leave with three loads in my hole. And a smile on my face. No idea status of these guys again not that I care but I love hearing when someone is breeding me that they are poz or toxic.

We really do Scanbu. It can be sad in my heart at times, but I know you'll pull it up into something inspirational.

You go boy! And let us know every nasty detail; please. 🐷

My thoughts exactly!

Quite simply, hopefully an arse full of cum

Anon, I guess you got free re-frills and a smile with each re-fill. BLISS! OINK!

After I reached mid-50s, I get hot on by guys in their 20s and early 30s who wouldn’t have looked twice at me when I was young. Not at all complaining.

nice close-up breeding [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/just-a-hot-closeup-ass-breeding/

Love to have chain in my ass and your right it feels amazing as it slides out link by link if you can control it

Part 5 - A Brief Interlude I woke up. I have no idea how long I was out, but I felt "hung-over" so I figured it was long enough for the drugs to get out of my system or fade significantly. I was on a bed (or at least a mattress). I couldn't open my left eye, it was swollen shut. My lips were split, and it burned when I ran my tongue over the lower one. I hurt all over. As I took stock of my body, I could feel the heavy cold metal around my throat. I followed a chain from the collar to the the wall. With the one I could see out of, I knew it was well-secured. I wasn't pulling it out. The room was windowless, but had a ceiling fan so it wasn't stuffy. I could see 2 doors, one was open to what looked like a bathroom. Since there was no way the chain was long enough, I assumed someone would take me there if I needed to go. I stank, and I really wanted a shower....hoping hot water would help ease of the aches I felt all over my body. I figured I had bruised ribs at least, and likely even broken. I lay back down on the bed and tried to stay calm. Bits and pieces of the night came to me, but I wasn't sure what or when any one thing happened. A little later I heard keys in the door and it swung open, with 3 men walking in. I recognized them, by their face, but I had no idea who they actually were. "Glad you're awake, faggot. We need to chat." The guy was clearly the one in charge here, and he had "PREZ" written on a patch on his leather vest over his heart. He pulled over a chair and straddled it, leaning over the back and glaring at me. "I doubt you remember much about the other night, but here's the short of it - you belong to the Mayhem Riders now. We paid good money for you." "You bought me?! I'm not a fucking toy that you buy!" By the time the last word was out of my mouth, the Prez had launched himself forward, knocking over the chair and grabbed me by the hair and slapped me hard across the face. "You shut the fuck up! You are nothing but a faggot hole that belongs to the Club! A hole! A punching bag! A fucking urinal! And if you don't like that, you can be fucking target practice. So shut the fuck up, if you want to keep breathing!" He flung me back against the wall and I curled up into a ball, as far away from him as I could. He picked up the chair and took a seat again. I looked at the two guys behind him. They were leaning against the wall and didn't seem at all bothered by the explosion of violence. I suppose it wasn't anything they hadn't already seen. "Now, as I said, we bought you and we own you. What that means for you, is that anything a man with a Mayhem Riders cut, can do anything with you he damned well pleases. The words "yes, sir" are the only fucking two words you ever speak to a man around here unless he asks you a question that requires another answer. Is that understood, hole?" I whimpered out a "yes, sir". "Good, now that you understand your new situation, here's what else you need to know - no one knows where the fuck you are, so don't expect anyone to come save you. The only 2 people who know you came here ain't saying nothing. Anyone reports you missing, ain't gonna get help from the cops. The sooner you internalize that you are here for good, the sooner you will adjust. Understand what I'm saying?" Another barely audible "yes, sir" came out. "You met M and Horse the other night, though you may not remember them. They're gonna be your handlers. You will always be with one of them. They are your Gods and only one of them, or me, can override another man when it comes to you. But don't be looking for saving. Ain't nobody here gonna save you from anything a man wants of you. For now, I'm going to leave them here to get to know you and get you showered and cleaned up." Prez stood and turned to walk out. He stopped and looked at M on his way, "Check his cunt and see if it can be claimed by the club tonight." "Got it, Prez. I'm sure he'll be good to go." ........

4. On the way back to the hotel, I messaged a couple friends about the situation and for them to come over in an hour. They’re both virile, muscular, tatted poz breeders. Big lats, shoulders, biceps, hard abs, and big, bouncy pecs. Their OF specializes in gang bangs and conversion parties. When we got to hotel room, I told Alvin to sit on the chair so I can teach Vik a lesson. I told Vik to sniff my armpits. To lick the sweat and the musky odor. I then slapped his face hard and called him a cheating faggot. I told him a faggot like him needs to suffocate on musk, so I took off my shirt and pants and shoved his face in my crotch. I looked over at Alvin and gave him a thumbs up. “I’m going to fuck him up for you. Teach him real good,” I said to Alvin. He looked a little confused and relieved at the same time. “Strip and show us what a cheap slut you look like,” I said to Vik. He stripped and was kneeling in the carpet, showing his beautiful muscular body. He looked so good I could have fucked him right there. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just kneeling there naked like a pathetic faggot.” “Yessir. I’m a pathetic faggot.” “You deserve to be punished for cheating on your beautiful, sweet boyfriend, don’t you?” “Yessir, please punish me.” Damn, if I didn’t know better, my guess is that Vick’s been cheating way before tonight. But tonight, Alvin will know what a slut his bf is. I got naked and sat on the bed. I poured a shit ton of lube on my hard cock, so it was glistening before these two faggots. “A dirty faggot like you needs a dirty load. Punish yourself by riding my cock.” “Wait what?!” Alvin said. “Trust me, baby. Sit back,” I said that last part very sternly. It wasn’t to comfort. It was a command. “Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?” I said to Vik. He climbed on my cock and lowered himself slowly. I didn’t have the patience so I grabbed his hips and rammed into him. As he adjusted, I told him to turn around so he was facing his cuck bf. I fucked him hard, calling him dirty names and egging him on to admit how much he loves getting fucked. Alvin started stroking himself over his jeans, and I told him to take his hands off immediately. He needs to watch and focus on how much of a slut Vik is being. He obeyed reluctantly. I felt my balls swell. I was gonna cum soon. I told the bitch that I’m going to dump some grade A high VL spunk in his hole if he doesn’t stop. But if he wants it, he needs to beg for my poz load and look his bf in the eyes as he says it. The bitch didn’t stop riding my cock, and after a moment of thinking it over, he looked at his cuck and said that he was sorry. He then rode me harder and begged for my poz seed inside his hole. Begged to be bred by my hot cock. How much he loved my big, thick poz pecker. I fucking loved hearing this cheater reveal to his bf his true nature. I dumped a good load inside him to add to my load earlier. I told Alvin he needed to get the fuck out and that I have no interest in touching him. He’s pathetic. I told Vik that I have. A couple really hot guys coming over to tag his hole with me. He can stay, but Alvin has to leave. “Babe, this has gone on far enough. Please let’s go home. I don’t feel ok about any of this,” Alvin was almost sobbing. It was almost a sad sight, but that must have gotten through to Vik because he said in the softest voice, with practically no conviction, “Ok babe. Let’s go.” They got their stuff, got dressed, and left. Not how I thought things would end. Not even a full 5 minutes after they left, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door with a massive smirk, thinking the faggot came back, but it was my friends. “Oh sup guys. Sorry, but you just see missed the hole. He left with his bf.” “Oh damn, was it the super muscular guy?” “Yeah how do you know?” “Well we saw this guy eyeing us hardcore as we passed in the lobby. He was hugging this taller guy, who looked sad sad.” “Yeah that was him. He begged for my poz load in front of his bf. Can you believe that? We would have had fun with his hole.” “Damn he looked like a hot piece of ass.” About 5-10 minutes passed, and I heard another knock at the door. It was Vik. Fuck yeah. “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound pissed and uninterested. “Um I saw these really hot guys in the lobby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I wanted to see if they are the friends you invited.” “What about Alvin?” “He’s devastated, but I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by those guys and you. Are they here?!” I opened the door a bit wider to reveal my two friends who overheard everything. He came in and we all took turns on his hole until the sun came up. I had to prep for my flight, but heard my friends tell Vik to go home with them and shoot a vid. They can invite more guys over. Haven’t heard from Vik or Alvin after that. They did shoot a video, and my friends recorded Vik screaming, “I don’t care if staying here means I can’t go on Pep! I just want more cock please!!” Dumb faggot.

@partying.hard I could spend an entire afternoon doing nothing but getting rimmed. Teach me your ways? No, like really bend me over and put the speculum up my ass and then bury your face in there. And then we can move to pool balls, which is what I actually came into this thread to say. Once I discovered the joys of pool balls, that was it for me.

Hmmm. Yeah I learned about god and jesus while I was learning about santa, the easter bunny, the tooth fairy.... All came from the same source. I am fine with anyone believing whatever they want. Even santa if you want. But for myself, it's all fiction; made up stories for when we didn't have better information.

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

I honestly feel very feminine and love the feeling, especially if the top picks up on that and starts talking to me like I'm his girl friend/lover.

It was a rare time that I could host so I got on all the apps looking for some guys. Finally this young black guy just like 2 miles away. He was a top that's all I needed to know. So when he first came in he said he had to use the bathroom so I said would it be okay if I drink you're piss and he said sure. So he did and he pissed a lot. Then I put them on the bed and sucked him and ate his ass he was loving it. Then I said I needed to be fucked. We never talked about status or raw but he started fucking me really rough. So rough that he said my ass was bleeding and I sucked his cock when he was right. So then I begged him to come in me even though my ass had scrapes in it and I didn't know if he was poz or not. Then he really started pounding hard and shot a huge load in me. Then I lick them off helped him get dressed and off he went. Very hot and I hope we have a repeat.

Guess whose favorite fetish is?😜 and it is becoming really very popular, the groups on telegram are countless and in recent years the exposed fags are thousands and thousands... how exciting would it be to be exposed while being cumdumped en masse and while showing ID? oh yes, this is how I like to cruise:

Chapter 19, Final Revelation Jeff and Fernando took several minutes to get dressed, continuing to watch the boy they just double fucked. He was currently feeling his gaped pussy and sticking fingers inside it. Jeff was the first to think about it and ask Sir. “What are you going to do with him? Is he yours now?” Sir understood what Jeff was asking and shook his head. “I’m stepping back from owning another boy. I don’t think anyone could out do Joey.” Sir and Jeff looked to where Joey was at and saw him on his hands and knees, his ass still being eaten out by Oscar. “Ralphieboy is yours if you guys want him.” Jeff nodded and walked back over to Fernando and told him what happened. Fernando’s face changed into a wicked grin. “We both know we want him. No one else has ever taken us both. But we’re not going to take him.” Jeff started to argue this, but Fernando cut him off. “We’re not going to take him. He’s going to beg us.” Jeff smiled at this devious plan, already devising steps to make it happen. Jeff went to the desk and saw Ralph’s phone, still open. He saw that, as Sir suspected, he had been watching a gay porn to jerk off to. Jeff recognized the video immediately, a Treasure Island clip of a gangbang in Palm Springs. Blindfolded boy taking several DP in a row. Jeff laughed, thinking that Ralphieboy had not expected that he’d be in that situation so fast. Jeff texted himself from Ralphieboy’s phone and then entered a new contact, “we double fucked you pussyboi,” and entered both his and Fernando’s phone numbers. He then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a brief note, “We can do that again. Look in your phone.” Leaving the paper on the desk, Jeff noticed a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He walked over to it, getting hit with the distinctive smell of jock boys. He found what he was looking for, two of Ralphieboy’s used jockstraps. One was a black one, and Jeff could see dried cum on it. The other one was a yellow jock, immediately making Jeff wonder what Ralphieboy was really like. Jeff showed them to Fernando who smiled and said, “Both, let’s go.” Sir turned to Oscar and Joey. “That’s enough Oscar, times up.” Oscar pulled his face out from Joey’s ass and stood up. Joey sighed in content. Oscar got dressed and thanked Sir for allowing him to felch each hole. “Shut up and give me your phone.” Sir wanted Oscar to remain in confusion about whether he was in good or bad favor. Sir texted his number from Oscar’s phone then immediately deleted the text. He controlled the boy. Sir tossed Oscar’s phone back, and Oscar barely caught it. “I may or may not be in touch. Get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting pig.” Sir smiled on the inside; he knew he’d break this guy too. Sir walked to the bed where Joey was sitting, still naked and with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. “Get up boy, time to leave.” Joey looked up at Sir, and Sir saw a look in Joey’s eyes that he had not seen for a few days; a combination of fear and disgust. Sir ignored this and told him again to get up and get dressed. Joey, still in physical pain from what just happened, slowly stood up. Sir, seeing Joey in this condition, started to reach out to help, but quickly stopped himself. He had to remain in the Sir role. Joey took a few minutes to get dressed. He noticed Ralph curled up on the floor, moaning incoherently. Joey suspected that Ralph’s life had just taken an unexpected turn and looked at Sir. “Don’t worry about him. He’s going be fine.” Joey finished getting dressed, grabbed his backpack and waited for Sir to exit the room to take his place behind him. Sir told him to walk in front, “I want to show off my property. Although, most of these guys have seen a lot of you already.” Joey took the lead, initially lowering his head in subservience. After a few steps, Joey chose to risk punishment and lifted his head up, choosing to walk in pride as the property of his Sir. Sir noticed this immediately, a sense of the same pride coming into him. “Good boy, but you do not get to walk this way all the time.” “Understood Sir. Sir and his boy exited the dorm, with occasional grins and comments from guys who had used or abused Joey’s hole. Surprisingly, the comments remained either positive or neutral; there were no insults or harassment. As they arrived at the car, Joey began to walk to the drivers side to open the door. “You don’t need to do that Joey.” Although it was the same voice, Joey knew it wasn’t the same voice. Brian was back and Sir was gone. With that, boy Joey also disappeared and Joy came back. Joey looked back at Brian and said, “I don’t need to. But I want to.” He opened the door fr Brian, who stopped in front of Joey before getting in. “You amaze me Joey. I l…” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to go to fast. Joey heard what Brian was about to say and saw his face change. To make the situation more at ease, Joey replied, “I do too,” before walking around the car and getting in. Getting to Brian’s, they walked in and Joey took it all in. It was not a flashy, overdone house. It wasn’t a dump either. As Brian was, so was his house. A comfortable and calm place. Joey, not wanting to push his luck, asked where he should put his bag. Brian smiled and said, “I’ll show you your room.” At his core, Joey knew he would not be in the same room as Brian, but it still hurt. Brian gave Joey a tour of the house. In the first bedroom, which had a queen bed and nice furniture, Joey began to set his bag down. “This is the guest bedroom, not yours.” They then walked further down the hall, past a set of double doors. Joey knew for certain that was Brian’s room. At the back of the hall they reached another room. When Brian opened the door, Joey’s heart and stomach fell. This room was horrible: a twin size bed that looked older than Joey and mismatched furniture that looked like Goodwill rejects. Joey remained silent, not wanting to offend Brian. Brian turned to Joey and said, “I know it’s not much, but what do you think of the room?” Brian specifically chose his words; he already knew what Joey believed. “Oh, it’s uh, fine. It’ll be okay.” Brian looked at Joey and asked, “Are you sure about it.” Joey half-heartedly nodded his head. Brian bellowed out in laughter, something Joey had never heard. Joey thought Brian was laughing at him and he could feel shame rising up. After he finished laughing, Brian looked at Joey sand said, “Joey, I would make my worst enemy sleep in that room. It came like that with the house and I haven’t gotten around to changing it.” “I wouldn’t make my worst enemy stay in there. I sure as hell wouldn’t put the best thing that’s happened to me in there.” Joey’s spirit lifted again. “C’mon Joey, one more room to see.” They walked back down the hall to the double doors. Brian said, “I hope you’ll say yes, because I’d like this to be our room. If you’re not ready for that, you can have the guest room.” Joey didn’t want to appear overeager, do he waited to answer. Brian opened the door to the master suite, and Joey was hooked. It was furnished understated but beautiful with everything matching. The bathroom had a separate soaking tub and a shower that could easily fit three. Joey turned to Brian and said, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I’d love for this to be our room.” With that, they embraced and kissed more deeply and passionately then either had before. Brian pulled away from the kiss and said, “Since you agreed to make this our bedroom, why don’t we test the bed out?” giving Joey a sexy grin. He saw Joey briefly flinch before he said “Yes” and Brian thought nothing of it. They moved to the bed, where Brian gently pushed Joey down onto his back. Brian stripped Joey to his jockstrap and admired the body Joey had. Joey watched Brian take his own clothes, realizing he’d never seen Brian naked. He’d actually never seen anything but his face. Brian had a nice body, not muscular or over/under sized. He was the guy that Joey had always wanted. When he saw Brian’s dick, which was already hard, his mind flashed back to that night barely a week before, in the bathroom stall at the rest stop. This was the cock, this was the man, who’d taken his virginity, who had started him on the path, that led him here. Brian saw the look on Joey’s face and instantly knew. Joey finally recognized him. He stood still, choosing not to say anything. Joey looked up at Brian and simply said, “It was you.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. Brian nodded his head. “It was, I di…” Joey stopped him with the words, “Thank you.” Seeing the surprise in Brian’s face, Joey said, “If we hadn’t met there, we wouldn’t be here. Fuck me Brian.” “No Joey. Here, in our home, I’ll make love to you. And if you want to, you can make love to me.” Joey was confused, but when he realized what Brian meant, he started to ask, “You…” “Only with you.” The sex that occurred over the next hour was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. The passion of it made each man more intense. There was no pain, embarrassment or degrading of Joey. For Brian, he was seeing a man he loved, not just a hole to unload in. Although he did unload in Joey several times. Joey, despite still being in pain from the dorm room brutality, felt no pain when Brian was making love to him, no matter the position. The first time Brian said he was going to cum in Joey, Joey prepared to feel the burning inside him. There was none on any of the four loads that Brian gave him. After both lovers were exhausted, they curled up together in the bed. Brian asked Joey how he was and Joey simply kissed him as answer. When they woke up from their nap, the sun had already set. Brian said, “Let’s eat. You need food.” Brian got out of bed first and Joey could not help but stare at the ass of the man he loved. In the kitchen, Joey sat at the island, watching Brian make food. Brian glanced over and saw a look of perplexity on Joey’s face. “What’s going on Joey? You’re not regretting anything are you?” Joey snapped out of his brain and quickly said, “No. Definitely not regretting anything. I’m just trying to put pieces together.” As Brian plated up their food and brought it to Joey, he asked, “Do want to talk about it?” Joey started to decline but changed his mind, “Yeah. I think I need to. Because a lot of the confusion includes you.” Brian flinched at that statement, fearing it might be really bad. Joey proceeded to unpack all of his thoughts into a long flow of words. “That night, when you fucked me in the bathroom, it hurt like hell. When you shot your load in me, I was so disgusted by the idea of having a man’s cum in me. But I didn’t feel anything else. I still think there was another guy who fucked me, but I can’t remember. And you won’t… you can’t tell me.” “From then on, beginning with all the loads at the rest stop, there was a burning every time someone shot in me. Except, there was one time. The time that Shawn fucked me at the motel. There was no burning.” “Up until today, the burning and pain continued. Every time I was fucked, it hurt like a mother fucker, sorry. Every load burned me inside.” “But then today. Today is what has me so confused. At the restaurant, in the bathroom? I felt no pain when he fucked me and no burning when he unloaded in me. When Thunder fisted me? There was pain, but only because that fucker has some big ass hands. Each of you came in me, including Thunder. There was no pain or burning. The first time Thunder tucked me? Pain and burning.” “Then at the dorm, the pain was ever present. From the first fuck to the last, every load Byrne like hell. I felt like I was gonna die from that fisting. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. The guys jerking off IN my ass?” “But then here, with you, there was no pain or burning. It was the opposite; only the most pleasurable and intense connection.” “What the hell does this mean?” Brian looked at him, into his eyes, and simply said, “I could answer that for you, but it will be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Joey looked to Brian and stuck his tongue out. “Thanks for your help old wise one.” Brian laughed and said, “Don’t call me old, and from what Shawn told me, I know you can make better use of that tongue.” Over dinner, they chatted idly about the next few days and how Joey would manage school and baseball and everything else. Joey froze and dropped his fork. Brian called out to him to ask if he was okay. Joey realized something that he’d pushed away in his brain. Something that terrified him. “Today is Tuesday right?” Brian said it was. Joey looked at Brian and simply said, “I meet Him on Thursday,” emphasizing the Him. Brian looked at him, “Does that still scare you?” Joey said, “Hell yeah it does. Although hell maybe a bad choice of word to use.” Brian smiled at that, but left it alone. “Joey, you may not believe me now, but you’ll be fine. It’s always scary leading up to your first meeting with Him. But the reward? It’s always worth it.” Joey said, “You’re right. I don’t believe you.” The next two days were the worst. He couldn’t keep his mind on school, baseball was horrible as more of the guys had chosen that using Joey was fine. After practice, he was cornered by five guys, including the outfielder that had fucked him the day before. Using their jockstraps, they tied him to a shower bar. The outfielder shoved his smelly jockstrap in Joey’s mouth to keep him quiet. “I’ve been wearing that just for you.” The five players the took turns raping Joey there in the shower, giving him a total of seven loads. Joey got home after the shower incident and found an envelope sitting on the table. It had his name written on the front in red. There was no address or postage, so Joey though maybe Brian had left him a note. Joey opened the envelope and remove the sing me sheet of paper. Immediately, he knew it was not from Brian. The note read, “Joey, the time has come for us to meet. Tomorrow at 7:00pm at the address below. Tell no one.” There was no name on the note. Joey told Brian the next morning that he was not feeling well and would be staying home. Joey spent the entire day trying to think of anything but tonight. He couldn’t. At 4:00, Brian called to see how Joey was doing and to say he’d be working late. At 6:30, Joey got in the car and drove to the address on the note. As scared as he was, he needed answers. He arrived at the location, a large house in the country side. There was only one car in the driveway. Joey confirmed that he was in the right place. He almost turned the car around to leave, but wouldn’t do that. He finally got out and walked to the door. After he rang the door bell a well dressed man opened it and asked, “What can I do for you?” Joey stumbled through his words before finally being able to say, “I was told to be here at 7:00.” “You must be Joey. Enter. Take your shoes off and follow me. The Master will be around for you shortly.” Joey flinched at the word Master, and when he saw this, the man smiled. “That would be the Master of the house.” The man led Joey to a comfortable seating room and pointed out a chair for Joey. On the table was a bottled water and a meat and cheese tray. Within 10 minutes, Joey heard conversation outside the room before the door opened. A man, around 6’ with sandy blonde hair that was professionally cut walked in. “Hello Joey, so sorry to keep you waiting. How are you this evening?” Joey was surprised at the friendly greeting and the appearance of the man. He said, “I’m okay. A bit nervous.” “Joey, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nobody here but you and me. And I won’t bite.” “Now, do you know why I asked you here tonight?” Joey nodded, “It has to do with what happened last week and what I’ve been going through since then.” The man, who still had not given a name, nodded and, “Very good. Is there anything else you want to know before we go on?” Joey looked at the man, seeing something familiar in him. He also heard something in the back of his mind, but couldn’t figure out what it was. “Who are you?” The man smiled, “You are very direct. Why do you ask that? Is it important?” Joey, beginning to get frustrated with his questions being met with questions, said, “I need the answers, which I believe YOU told me, that when I was ready, I would be given. I’m ready now.” There was a brief look of surprise in the man’s eyes and he sat back in his chair. “Well done, Joseph. I believe you’ve made some connections. Including, connecting the two times we have met. Tell me what those two times were and we can move forward.” Joey responded, “You were the second man to fuck me in the bathroom at the rest stop. But, you looked much different then. And then, I saw you when I passed out at the motel when that guy was using me. Again, you didn’t look like you do now. But the voice, it’s the same. And familiar.” The man responded effortlessly, “You are correct on all points. Now I believe you asked me who I am? My name is Alfred Collins.” Joey was caught off guard by this. “Collins? As in…?” The man nodded his head and confirmed, “Yes, Joseph. As in your last name. I am your uncle. Your father’s older brother,” he spoke the word father’s in a voice of disgust. Joey was completely confused. “I don’t have an uncle. My father was an only child.” Alfred spoke, “Look at me Joseph. Listen to my voice. What are they telling you?” Joey nodded, “You’re not lying. But, I’m still confused.” Alfred said, “I’m sure you are, but the first step in ending that confusion was accepting that truth. Now, think back to our second meeting, in that bright room. Repeat what I told you.” Joey started to say he couldn’t remember, but as if a door opened, the conversation became clear. “You said I was much brighter than you expected, considering my lineage. You were talking about my father” Alfred nodded, “Quickly making that connection indicates I was right about your intelligence. Our family has a long standing connection with our Lord, Lucifer. We have been his servants and eyes in this world for generations. You do recognize the name Lucifer?” When Joey nodded, Alfred continued. “In our family, every male is told of the lineage at age 18, and their role in the ongoing generation is created. The women in the family do it go trough this process. It is something they learn very early on and know much more.” “When I turned 18 and learned of our lineage and our role in the world, it was very easy for me to identify my ability. I believe you can now remember, from your own experience, what my ability is?” As he said that, another door opened in Joey’s mind, and he watched and listened to the brutal rape his uncle committed upon him. Joey recoiled in disgust at everything he saw and heard. But in that same remembering, answers to his questions flooded through his mind. “I remember now, and yes, I know what your ability is.” “When your father came of age and learned his truth, he gave into weakness. He turned his back on his family, his lineage and his responsibilities. He moved across the country, think he’d be safe from us. He was completely unaware that we had eyes on him from the day he ran. Once a man leaves his role in the family, he gives up any chance of returning. He becomes a pariah, an outcast, an enemy of our Lord. Since they still retain knowledge of the truth of our lineage, we must closely watch, so they do not create trouble. I will commend your father; he has kept all knowledge to himself.” “Though your father abandoned his birthright, that does not allow him to take your birthright from you. When you were born, you were placed under watch, so as we could begin to know what your specific skill would be. By time you were 16, we knew. You also knew, but refused to accept it.” Overwhelmed by all the information given, Joseph did not know what to say. As he took time to process everything, especially the last statement, it hit him between the eyes. “I… I’m meant to serve men for their pleasures. In doing that, by being a fuck hole for them to use, those who are weak and recruitable are brought to my Lord, to serve him.” Alfred smiled and said, “That is correct. Do you realize your choice of words? You said, ‘My Lord’. You do understand what you meant?” Joseph nodded and finally embraced it. “He is my Lord and I am his servant. That is my birthright. I accept that.” Alfred smiled, “Very good, nephew. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that my brother’s weakness was not passed onto you.” Joseph asked, “Uncle, can you answer me a question?” Alfred responded, “Now that you are a member of the family, there will be no more questions or confusion. What do you need to know?” Hearing that there would be no more questions or confusion, Joseph realized there was more than one question and said this to Alfred. He smiled and replied, “It’s never a single question. Go on.” Joseph asked, “My feelings for Brian and his for me? Are they real or just part of my role in the family legacy?” Alfred smiled more than ever. “Joseph, I can assure you that the feelings between you and Brian are 100% authentic. As I watched it unfold, it shocked me. I have known Brian for many years and never expected this for him. “ Joseph felt tears run down his face, the fear that he’d been hiding was dissolved. Alfred quietly handed Joseph his handkerchief and said, “I understand. Let it go.” Joseph looked into his uncle’s eyes for the first time and realized that he had known fear before. “When you’re ready, Joseph, continue with your questions.” Joseph took several minutes to be able to resume. “My next question, I think is more to confirm what I believe and not to get an answer. When you gave me my gift, you said I may enjoy my role as a cunt for men to use. Or that I may hate it, never accept my role and fight it for the rest of my life. You said that every time a man used me and came in me, I would feel a burning in me, a burning in my soul. Is that true?” Alfred nodded and said, “That’s a pretty accurate summary.” Joseph continued, “It can’t be true. At least not completely true. There have been many times that the burnings have occurred: the gang bangs and the clinic. But there have been other times where there was no burning. Brother Michael in the bathroom. Brother Shawn at the motel. Brian.” Alfred intervened, “That is an easy answer. You are not affected in anyway by Brothers, to those who have given their allegiance to our Lord. I believe you know why you are not affected by Brian.” Joseph responded, “Because I love him. I should not have said that to you.” Alfred asked, “Why not? Are you ashamed of it?” Joseph snorted, “Absolutely not. The exact opposite. I should not have said it to you because the first person I should have said it to is Brian.” Alfred said, “You will be fine. You only told me because I opened the door for you to understand.” Joseph took a moment and continued, “What about Thunder? And Marcus?” Alfred said , “You’ll have to tell me who they are. I don’t fully track every man you’ve been with. You’re quite prolific after all,” laughing at his own innuendo. Joseph explained who each was and what happened with each. He explained both the first fuck from Thunder and the fisting and second fuck. Alfred asked, “What was different with those men? Maybe an easier explanation is what was different between the first and second time with Thunder?” Joseph looked at Alfred and said, “You and Brian both did that. Putting my question back on me. And I think I already figured it out. I initiated what happened with Marcus at the restaurant and with Thunder at his shop, at least the fisting experience. If i initiate something, because I want it to happen, then there’s no burning, no pain, at least not that endures after. Did I get it right?” Alfred nodded his head and then put his hand up. “I’m going to caution you now Joseph. I believe I already know what your next question is and you probably will not like the answer. Is your next question is along the lines of if the burning and physical pain does not happen in one type of sex, but does not happen in another, can’t it all just be burn and pain free?” Joseph simply nodded his head to confirm. Alfred said, “I’m afraid not Joseph and it never can be. When I gave you your gift, you were resisting accepting your truth, that you were to be a hole for men to use as they wanted and to take there loads. Since you refused to accept it prior to your gift, it has continued on. You accept and embrace your role now, but at the cost of the physical pain and burning. There may be times that you engage in sex with a man because you want to. Those will be few and far between. The rest of the time, acting in service to your Lord, this will be your penance. Do you understand?” Joseph, not happy with the answer, said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. May I ask one last question for now?” Alfred nodded and said, “This is the one I’ve been expecting. The one I’m always asked.” Joseph said, “The you that fucked me in the bathroom and gave me my gift? The one in the bright room? That’s not a costume. Who is that?” Alfred responded, “No, it is not a costume. It is me. Or at least the me that is presented when needed. That is my gift from our Lord. It is one that is not given frequently. I am only third in 300 years.” Joseph nodded his head and said, “Wow.” Alfred then told Joseph, “I’d like to address a fear you have but have not brought up.” Joseph nodded, “HIV.” Alfred confirmed it. “I understand your fear am aware of you getting medication to prevent it.” Seeing Joseph flinch, Alfred assured him, “Do not worry, you’re not in trouble. You acted as many do and it’s okay. However, you do need to know, and you can confirm it with a doctor if you want, but you are now HIV+.” Joseph broke down in tears and barely heard Alfred calling to him. When he finally did, he saw a strange look on his face. Alfred seemed to draw fear out of Joseph and said, “You have nothing to fear. As a Servant, you are protected. You will not get sick and die. You will not need medication. You will be fine. You will be a giver of the Blessing.” Joseph took a minute to completely accept this and said, “Okay.” Alfred said, “If we’re done here, I believe there are a few people who’d like to see you. Friends nothing sexual. Are you ready?” Joseph said, “Yes, uncle, I am,” As if on plan, there was a knock at the door that Alfred had entered. Alfred sat quietly in his chair staring at Joseph. When the knock came a second time, Alfred said, “Perhaps you should answer the door? It’s quite rude to make people wait.” Joseph, confused by this, stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Hello my love,” Brian said. Caught off guard, Joseph stood silently trying to figure out if he was imagining this. He reached out and touched Brian’s face, realizing he was really there. “I love you, Brian.” With a smile on his face and a tear in his eye, Brian replied, “And I love you, my Joseph. Let’s get going we don’t want to keep Shawn and the others waiting.” The End.

Just returned from 10 days in Bangkok and enjoyed 50 or 60 fucks, both topping and bottoming, and taking more than 20 loads. I really enjoy the slim hairless Thai and Chinese young men but I took and enjoyed hairy Indians and others as well. In my experience the Asian cocks are typically on the smaller side but they make up for that in hardness and an enthusiasm to top and to bareback. And that’s just the typical cocks - I certainly got fucked and bred by some big Thai and Chinese cocks, including one that fairly could be compared to a beer can.

Normally I go for twinks , caucasian short and boyish. However my local sauna is in Southampton , a major port for cruse ships. If you are there on a rest day there are normally several cute asian guys (cabin boys) , with there cute smiles and great skin. For us more mature guys there lack of ageisum is great. Normally they are in the dark room taking all cummers (I've never used a condom once) They normally make a day of it and if I'm in mid afternoon I can normally find a couple of asses already flooded with cum , my favourite lube. They are always grateful for my big daddy dick and load.

lol..Rotz we were same age!11 years old here too when that first load of cum ejaculated into my rectum.Blonde blu eyed freckles and slender made me a pedophiles wet dream walking.After that shock of first seduction soon realised there were a LOT of men that liked the boy I was,and several told me they had been watching me for YEARS.Had an absolute BLAST as a kid and young man.

4. “I’m going to go jump in the shower,” Ryan said, slapping me on the ass as Tommy pulled off his shirt. I had assumed Tommy he was somewhat twinkish, and therefore was completely unprepared to see his tight runner’s body was completely covered by thick dark red hair. He smiled at my obvious shock. “I started growing chest hair when I was twelve,” he said, his fingers hooked into the waste band of his track pants. Dropping them to the the ground, he stepped out of them, standing in a pair of white briefs that barely contained the considerable bulge that was forming there. Do all of Ryan’s friends have big cocks? I wondered. “Well, are you just gonna stand there bustin’ out of your briefs or are you going to fuck me?” I asked, quickly becoming more comfortable with my new lust for cock. “You’re really ready to get fucked again, after your stepbrother just bred you like that.” I found his Irish accent intoxicating, and perhaps for that reason the thought of turning down his cock didn't even cross my mind. Whatever the reason, now that I had had a taste of bare sex, I was insatiable. “Hell yes," I responded as I flopped back on the bed, drew my legs into the air, exposing my cummy hole to his inspection. Just to further entice him I added "Plus all that cum up there will make great lube.” Tommy didn’t need to be told again, he tossed his briefs aside his uncut cock springing up. “You’re more of a cum slut then I am,” he said, lining up his still sheathed head up with my swollen hole. We both groaned as he sunk into my wet guts, my hole quickly opening to take his uncut, beer can of a cock, to the base. Tommy leaned forward, holding his cock inside me and kissed me softly. He slowly rocked his cock in and out of me as we kissed, his hands roaming over my body. I groaned into his mouth, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Tommy seemed intent on making this one last as he slowly pumped my hole. “Simon was the one who POZed me,” he whispered after a long time, “he picked me up at a bar one night and convinced me to take him raw and after about a week of him filling me with his spunk I caught it. Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He kissed me softly again, but started to fuck me a little harder his thrusts eliciting little squeaks and grunts from my occupied mouth. “Did you even like guys before Simon fucked you,” he asked a little while later. “Sorta but I’d never done anything,” I answered in the same soft whisper tone. “So you went from being straight to getting fucked by your stepbrother and all of his friends in one night. Damn Simon’s good, and I’m fucking grateful cause I thought you were so hot.” He drew his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again several times, a soft squishing sound now accompanying his thrusts. He shifted his weight putting his hands flat on the bed over my shoulders and rocking his hips forward to pound into me harder. I stared into his brilliant green eyes as sweat formed on his face from the effort of his fucking. As I looked at him I noticed a sweaty, bushy, dark ginger pit just over my head. I sat up a little and licked it. Tommy groaned a little and I continued to lap at the musky pit until I was eating out his pit and he fucked me all the harder for it. After about twenty minutes as Tommy’s thrusts were starting to get rougher and his breathing irregular I head Ryan get out of the shower and go into his room, talking to the two men who had been sleeping in there. “I’m going to cum in you,” Tommy panted. “Do it, please!” “God you ass is so good!” “Thanks, your cock feels ama…” I never finished that sentence as Tommy slammed into me as hard as he could, his entire body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He let out a long calming breath as his balls emptied into my guts. He kissed me again and pulled out slowly. “Stay there,” he said, heading to the door, “sounds like the other two are up and ready to breed your hole as well.”