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-Martin It was about 4 am when I got home. I crashed out the second I got to my bed. When I woke up and took a shower I couldn’t stop feeling my hole. It was still puffy and a little gaped from last night. I thought that I should feel guilty since another man had been opening up my guts the night before, but I didn’t I loved it and it didn’t really feel like cheating just like being helped by a friend. The second I got out of the shower I called master “Hey boy I knew you’d call” he said while I heard a weird moan in the background. “Yeah I had a great-“ I began to say but was interrupted by a moan of “poz me master” on masters side. It was followed by a slap and master saying “sorry needy slut can’t be quiet” “Oh that’s ok” I said hesitantly “So how about you come over next Friday and we can really get started on stretching you out” “That sounds amazing” I said ending the call The entire week I was so fucking horny. I had been jacking my 7 inch cock at least 4 times a day thinking about that night when finally on Friday I got another call from master. “Hey boy how about you come on over to my place at about noon how’s that sound” It was 11:30 right now “that sounds great but I haven’t had time to shave or anything” “Ha that’s fine boy we’ll take care of all that here, see you then” I rushed over to masters place throwing on a crop top and gym shorts. As I made it 3 blocks down I remembered I forgot underwear by the very obvious tent in my pants but decided to just keep going. When I made it to masters door I was about to knock when the door opened. It was the man who had driven me home the other night I think his name was Greg. “Hey man boss is waiting upstairs” he said walking with a strange gait to the bar I walked up the stairs and found master standing there wearing only large black leather boots and a leather vest. In that moment I got a view of the largest cock I’d ever seen in my life. It had to be a foot long and beer can thick with a massive spiked PA on the tip his head also had a biohazard tattoo on it that was several other places on him as well. His balls hung down at least a few inches as well and seemed to be the size of eggs. “Oh sorry boy lost track of time with Greg, you don’t mind if I just wear this right” he said as he came over and wrapped his arm around me “No it’s fine” I mumbled still transfixed by his horse cock. “Good leave your clothes in here then we’ll get started” he said as I stripped down. This time I had worn a thong that Chris had gotten me on our anniversary . When master saw it he picked it up and hung it on his PA. “Alright now let’s go get you cleaned up” he said showing me up to the master bathroom. “Now first let’s get you nice and smooth here’s a bottle of lotion just rub some on and leave it til it burns” “Ok” I said as I began rubbing the lotion all over my body. After a few minutes it started to burn really badly and I ran into the shower and tried to turn it on while master laughed at my flailing. He then came and pressed a button which turned the water on. “Ha now that you’re done flailing about let’s get that hole cleaned out” he said taking a hose from the wall. “Now I want you to hold this until I say let go alright boy” “Yes sir” I said feeling him push the hose into my hole.as I felt the pressure building inside of me master started to push on my stomach forcing me to release “Bad boy I didn’t say to let go” he said with a smile before grabbing my balls and squeezing so hard I thought they would pop. I let out a half moan half scream confused by the mix of pain and pleasure. “Now let’s try again” he said repeating the process. This tim I did manage to hold it in however. “Good boy now release” “ seems like you’re good to go now put this thong back on it makes you look extra sluty” he said taking the thong off his PA and handing it to me. As I slid it on he slapped my ass soliciting a moan from me. Master then slipped 2 fingers into my hole and guided me to the basement. He was rubbing his thick calloused fingers directly against my prostate sending waves of pleasure through me. I looked down and saw I was rock hard with a steady flow of precum from my cock. “Looks like someone’s excited to get cunted” master said as I was on the verge of an orgasm. When we were at the sling I felt the orgasm about to come on then he suddenly pulled out. “Fuck please I was so close” I moaned out “Aw too bad we have a lot of work to do on that hole if we want to make it a cunt.” Master said as his thick hands wrapped around my waist and hoisted me into the sling. After he locked my legs and hands he grabbed an industrial looking breathing mask and some spray bottle. He began spraying the filters of the mask before walking over to me. “ this is a stronger form of poppers that’ll really help you open up now lift your head” I was unsure for a second but decided to trust master and let him slid the mask on. As I breathed in the chemical smell filled my lungs and I went flying my body felt warm and relaxed and my head felt light. Just then master inserted the first dildo into me. The pleasure was unimaginable my cock was pissing gallons of precum and after a few minutes the orgasm from before hit me and I shot my load into the puddle of precum flowing on my chest. This did nothing to stop master as he just continued to work my hole with ever increasing dildos. I wasn’t sure how many times I’d cum when I looked up and saw that master had his entire hand inside me. He was trying to push deeper but it was too tight. “Fuck your cunt is too tight” master sighed before walking to a cabinet to grab something. He came back with a shot glass and pulled the mask off my mouth. “This is g it’ll loosen you right up” he said “I don’t do drugs” I said dizzily “It’s not a drug it’s a drink” he said putting it to my mouth “Ok I guess” I agreed as he pour the disgusting liquid down my throat before putting my mask back on. I felt the liquid warm up inside me and spread all over making me tingle. When master put his fist back on my hole pleasure shot through me as he slowly pushed in. “Please more” I moaned through the mask as master slowly worked his thick arm deeper into me. As I watched from the ceiling mirror I saw he was nearly at the elbow before he began to pull out and begin fist fucking my cunt. I was racked with back to back orgasms as he worked my hole when suddenly I felt something new. I felt him penetrate something deeper in me and realized he was fingering my inner hole. He was spreading it open with his fingers causing me to begin pissing myself in pleasure. He looked up at me with a devious look before suddenly shoving his fist into my inner hole. The intense pain overwhelmed me forcing a scream out follow by master quickly pulling his arm out. “Ha look at this boy you had your first prolapse.” I felt my hole on the outside of me as master slapped my fuck guts before he pushed it back into me. He came and took my mask off before asking how I was feeling “So fucking amazing master” I moaned out. “Good I’m glad now it’s almost 8 and the bar is going to open soon so I’ve gotta go help but you’re welcome to stay here and keep stretching your hole. I’ll probably be back in an hour or 2” “Ok master that sounds good” I said as master unlocked me and helped me out the sling “I’ll get out a dildo that you can fuck yourself on and some more g to keep you loose how’s that sound boy” “Great master” I responded eagerly holding him for support as I started standing after having my hole destroyed. The cum and piss that had been on my chest began flowing down my body as master put a dildo and bottle next to the sling “Now I’ll see you later remember little sips of g” he said before leaving. I approached the dildo and crouched over it feeling it slowly push into me as I drank down some of the g. I began to fuck myself on the dildo and felt it push through me spreading my guts. I kept drinking the g and riding the dildo for who knows how long until I heard someone coming downstairs. Master entered the room but with him was a small brown haired twink. He looked kinda out of it when master threw him on the sling and smiled at me. Masters cock was fully hard and he slammed it hard into the bottom. “Fuck yes daddy” the twink moaned out “give me that toxic cock” “Oh you want my poz cum you fucking chaser whore” master responded “Yes please infect me with your strain daddy” the bottom moaned back “You’ll get what you’re asking for faggot” master said as he slapped the bottom before continuing the savage fucking of his hole. I just continued riding my dildo unsure of what else to do. After a long while master whispered something into the bottoms ear and he responded “please daddy fill my ass with your hiv positive cum, infect me with hiv for the rest of my life” before master bottomed out into him with a moan. I was shocked, did master have hiv. Was he giving it to this guy, why was he begging for it. After cuming master pulled out of the twink and shoved his massive cock that seemed to be covered in blood down the bottoms throat before taking him upstairs. When master came down again he was wearing the same clothes but with a pair of leather pants as well. “How have you been doing boy” he asked while rubbing my head. I just stared at him too confused to speak. “ oh are you upset about what you saw” I nodded in response “ don’t worry boy it’s the hiv you’re scared of right” I nodded again “ you don’t need to worry baby everything I’ve put in you is entirely clean. The only way you could get it here is if I came in you but you have a boyfriend and would never cheat on him right?” “ I’d never cheat on the man I love, but why did he want hiv” I asked “ well you see hiv is a disease but it’s also very freeing once you have it you’re apart of a community of other manwhores who totally understand your needs” he said pointing at the biohazard tattoo around his belly button “this is their symbol” he said helping me off the dildo. I had so many thoughts running through my head as master helped me get dressed. However before he got my pants on he shoved a butt plug into me. “Wear this til you come back Monday okay” I nodded. “There’s a car to take you back to your place” he said just like last time before sending me off with a slap to the ass. As I walked outside I noticed that the twink was standing naked on the side of the building being spoken to by two old men in full leather. I quickly made my way to the car where Greg drove me home.

***Author’s Note*** As stated in the first part, this work of fiction is meant to be a combination between standard fiction and also mystical fantasy. The story so far has yet to take on any fantastical elements. However this part will surround them fully. Part 3 As Jake gazed around at the dark basement, music thumping the walls with deep beats, smoke wafting around, conversations mixing with grunts of sexual pleasure, he felt his soul tearing out of him. In a moment, it was if time was grinding to a halt. Movements amongst the many men in front of him looked like slow motion, the exhale of a cigarette’s smoke dancing fancifully into the air. The thrusts of the fucking taking place to his left looked like a frame by frame play of a movie editor. And then everything stopped and Jake was hurled from his body. He saw the scene, eternally on pause, before him. He admired his own beauty in a sickeningly vain way, eying every perfect inch of his body. Then his vision went black. A voice, exceptionally deep, guttural, almost animalistic lingered in his left ear, hot breath dancing across his shoulder and creeping up his neck. A foul odor from that warm breath entered his nostrils. He tried to turn to see what was behind him, but he was paralyzed. He could feel, but he was unable to move on his own. He was fully naked, in unending darkness, with a solo spotlight emanating from the heavens upon his beauty. “Do you know what you are?” the voice asked. It had a slithery nature to it, yet it sounded like its voicebox was grating against sandpaper as well. It was deeply discomforting, even to Jake who thrived on risk and danger. “You’ve given away your very self in the pursuit of pleasure,” the voice continued. “You’ve elevated your body, and destroyed any sense of morality within you.” The warmth on Jake’s neck and the foul odor went from being uncomfortable to enticing, in a twisted way. His cock begin to twitch. “Yes I see it,” the voice said, “even though know nothing of where you are, and who I am, you are aroused. You were meant for pleasure, you were destined for sin, you have driven by lust!” The voiced raised near the end of the sentence. With that it was black again, because Jake saw himself sitting, well, lounging and a great throne. The throne itself was moving, made up of some gooey red and black liquid that seemed to take the form the great chair, but had no binding. He lounged in the throne, his eyes showing no soul, yet his face of exceptional confidence. His body was divine. The crown on his head as a dark obsidian, leaking a jet black liquid down the sides of his face. Another flash and his thrown was surrounded by at least 20 perfectly beautiful twinks. Their eyes were fixated upon Jake, their hands groping and touching him, their lips attempting to kiss any part of his body. Their eyes looked like they were drugged, and Jake was their jake. They moaned and groaned like zombies, as if their groping was the only cure to their affliction. Another flash and the twinks were replaced by a similarly sized group of incredibly old, wasting, wrinkled men. Jake watched himself be worshipped by these grandpas, and his cock remained at full attention. The voice returned over his should. “Yes, touch yourself to yourself you monster,” it said as Jake regained control, one hand caressing his own chest, one hand immediately stroking his cock. Jake felt immeasurable pleasure in watching this image of himself, the king, and couldn’t help throttle his dick harder seeing it. “Look at how they worship you,” the voice teased. “They are nothing without touching you. That’s power. That’s control. You desire it don’t you? You want more of it don’t you?” Jake shivered as he felt a caress of a sharp object slide gently down his back. Instantly he was thrown into his vision in the chair, being that Jake. His addicted companions surrounding him flashed every few seconds between the twinks and the old men, all of them having absolutely no life to their eyes, only him, as their addiction. The feel of the throne, its slimy blackish red fluid moving faster and faster while still keeping its shape, started to unwind. The liquid started lashing out slowly all over Jake’s smooth torso, then his legs, then his neck, until the images surrounding him disappeared and he was sliding through of a river of this goo. It wasn’t just goo. It was something more. “Yes my dark boy,” the voice now in his head, “It is the manifestation of pure unadulterated lust that you are swimming in”. Jake slide in the slimy liquid like he was going down a slide. Everything was black as pitch, it was just sensations and feelings, nothing he could see. As his slide progressed, his speed accelerating faster and faster, he began to hear torturous moans and cries of pure desire. “They are all pulled to you like a magnet…” the voice said Jake splashed into an infinite pool of the liquid lust, his slide ride completed. The room as almost as dark as pitch, but ambient lighting coming from nowhere and everywhere imitated the darkest fo twilight. It was enough for him to see movements in the waves of the goo, unnatural movements not normal to any liquid. Like sharks converging on prey, he felt them pounce. Immediately his body was grabbed, and tossed about by hands and bodies coated completely in the slime. They were all faceless to him, but they grabbed and tore at him regardless. They were humanlike, but they acted like addicts. Soon he realized the entire pool was changing from liquid to slime humans, whatever they were. As if reading his thoughts, the voice appeared, over his right shoulder this time, “They are slime humans, they are the rejected. The ones that lived a life of morals and values and lost out on pleasure. They come here to writhe in their own pity and torture, until someone like you comes along to satiate them for a temporary period. We certainly have very few visitors Jake. No many can be the monster that you are.” Jake was utterly engrossed by the groping, the touching, the almost rhythmic moaning of the now hundreds of people surrounding them. He opened his arms outward like a prophet speaking to his flock, showing off his immensely gorgeous figure. He licked his lips, desire ravishing him internally. If these are deprive souls that never had a taste of truly powerful pleasure, who was he to deny them their wants? With his arms outstretched Jake beckoned, “I am yours for your pleasure! Use me! Make me your fucking king!” Like rabbid animals the groping and touching and moaning stopped, resulting in a torrent of pushing and fighting. Jake was thrown to the floor, angry sounds and violence taking place as these soulless rejects fought over him. Slimy hands pushed him around, trying to grab him, take hold of him, use him, but he would get pushed over to someone else before they could do anything. The voice inside his mind laughed, maniacally. He was in what felt like infinity, and he was everyone’s desire. Finally a rhythm began to form in the fighting and jeering, and cocks began to enter Jake. It took no longer than 10-20 seconds before cum started flowing into Jake and he was passed to the next soulless one. Over and over, exceptionally fast ejaculations poured deeply into his hole, moans of infinite pleasure coming from every orgasm. He drank in the sin, the darkness, the lust. He was catering to a bunch of souls that had no idea what they had missed out on, and now that he stood in front of them, they were fucking rabid. Within minutes Jake had 50 loads inside him. Then 90, then 150. He kepts being used by the next cock and next cock, moans of terrifying insanity rumbled around him. The voice in his head kept laughing with no regard for anything besides watching him be used. He was thrown to the side and jumped on, having a dick slide into him, then two at a time, then choking as one slammed into his mouth so hard he felt like his neck was going to break. No longer was he standing, he was just being attacked lying on the ground. And he didn’t want it to stop. He needed this. “More!” Jake moaned. He felt himself changing deep inside from self aware to meaningless hole. “I beg you all, more!” Animalistic roars pounded through the crowd, riled up even more by Jake’s words. Another several minutes flew by and 400 or so had entered him. Jake was orgasming himself so much he didn’t even have to touch his dick, His pupils were gone, the whites of his eyes only remained. Within 10 minutes he had 500 strangers donating their DNA to him. He was in bliss, begging and screaming for more, loving the level of abuse, the fighting, the pure animalist raw fury that was excuding around him. He never wanted it to end. And then it did. As if whoever the insane voice in his head could read his mind Jake appeared in black again, yet he could see what he just did playing out in his head. His dick pulsed and dripped with yearning to be back being used, to get another 500, hell make it 10,000 raw cocks flowing new DNA into him. He was shaking he was so addicted and wired. “This isn’t real though…” he muttered “Oh but it is, and it isn’t” the voice returned. “I’m out of my mind, out of my body, you took me to a different plane” Jake replied. “I did and I did not. Yes, I removed you from your body. Yes this is in your head for now. But no, it is real, and this is the tiniest sliver of a taste should you seek this out,” the voice replied. But how do I seek it out? Jake asked He was back in his body in the basement, and just like someone had pressed the play button, his real life continued just as he left it. Yet he was left with the very real feelings that he had just experienced. Instead of allowing the hand pushing him by his back into the middle of the floor, Jake picked up his own pace. His eyes looked different, they glowed a reddish hue, his body sparkled with the sticky sweat sweet from himself and the men just dripping over him moments ago upstairs. In the middle of the room Jake step foot, and he outreached his hands like in his vision. All the men in the basement quieted down, staring at him like he was a god. With his arms outstretched, his mile contorted into something truly sinister, his eyes turned an ever darker shade of red and with incredible confidence he stared at his audience with glee and said… “Fucking…DESTROY ME” And the mad rush followed….

Well, I have needs and I want to cum too. Even better if the tops takes pleasure in seeing how their cocks can make me shoot.

Chapter 3: Out at Home That Boston trip had been Adrian Pennyfather’s true awakening. He now knew exactly who and what he was, and what he wanted – and, more to the point, he knew now of at least one way to get it all. No wonder he had such a smug grin on his face whenever he felt sure no one was watching. He was remembering his whole experience with Calum. He hadn’t so much lost his cherry as he had thrown it away as far as possible with both hands. But now he was back home in Exmouth and feeling more trapped than ever. He knew that he needed to get the hell out and go away to live the life he was meant to have, but the means of doing that continued to elude him. It was his father who, unexpectedly, handed him the key one night after dinner, by calling a family council around the dining table once the dishes were done. He explained to his family about how he and the boys’ mother had been squirrelling money away in an education fund for their sons, and how Alex had declined the chance to go to university, preferring to use his undoubted smarts to self-educate on all the new trends in the fishing industry which was his great love. Patrick then offered Adrian the chance to use the fund to attend the Canadian university of his choice, explaining that it had to be in Canada for tax reasons. Dalhousie University in Halifax was an obvious possibility, and there were others in Ontario and farther west. Adrian had already thought that he should study business and commerce, perhaps sensing that he was best suited for a life in some form of self-employment. Dalhousie had its annual recruitment program and visiting weekend coming up, and Adrian wanted to go. His mother, at this point, got a severe attack of Querulous Motherly Worries and said that he couldn’t go unless Alex went with him. She seemed to think that any place larger than Lawrason’s Harbour had to be a hotbed of violent crime, with shootings happening on every street corner day and night – this in spite of the fact that they hadn’t heard a single gunshot during their extended weekend in Boston. Adrian had agreed in his usual quiet, cooperative way, waiting until she was out of the room to roll his eyes. A week later, he was sitting in a small hotel room in Halifax with his feet up on the window ledge. After a busy day of exploring around the campus, collecting information handouts and the like, the brothers had stopped at a takeout to grab some burgers and then landed back in their hotel, with nothing to do and no particular plans for the evening. Adrian was curious, and in his normal way when he wanted to know something, he asked. “Alex, why were you getting so into the whole day, taking so many notes and grabbing all the leaflets? You already decided you didn’t want to go to uni.” Alex sighed. “Truth is, Ade, I don’t know. I keep going back and forth. Sometimes I feel like the life of a fisherman is what I’m cut out for, and sometimes I just worry about missing out on something much bigger and better. And it’s stressing me out, big time.” Adrian nodded. He’d sensed this ambivalence, the feeling of strain, in his big brother. “Have you felt this way for a long time or is it just recent?” “I sort of wondered once in a while about life outside Exmouth, but the feeling got stronger after we’d been in Boston.” “How you gonna keep em down on the farm, huh? Big city weekend in Boston will do that to you every time!” They both laughed. But then Alex replied, and his reply startled Adrian into silence. “That, yes, but something else too. Something I’d realized for a while but wasn’t sure. And then, the second night we were there, I found out for sure.” He paused for a few seconds, drawing breath and strength. “When I saw you across the street, kissing that redheaded guy outside the bar.” Adrian stared. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. The seconds dropped slowly away into silence as Adrian pondered what to say next. Finally, a thought came clearly to the forefront. “So, Alex, now that you know – what next?” “You don’t have to worry about me telling anyone. If you want to keep it secret, that’s your choice. Just so you know, I wasn’t spying on you. That was a fluke.” He paused again. “There’s one thing I have to tell you, though.” Alex paused again, gulped audibly, and then said it, “I was jealous. I wished I’d had the guts to go into that bar too.” Adrian’s eyes were just about to pop out of his head by this time. He got the message loud and clear, but it was the last message he’d ever expected to get. He just couldn’t wrap his brain around it. He’d gotten so used to thinking of his gay identity as being tied up with his lifelong social-misfit status, with being the perennial outsider in the group, and here was his popular, athletic, handsome stud older brother telling him that he was gay too. This time, the silence got to Alex. “It’s weird, Ade. I can’t figure it out. I really want to do things with guys, but I definitely love Peggy and enjoy being with her. I’m so confused. Do you ever feel that way at all?” Adrian couldn’t help feeling that there was something all wrong about his stable, self-assured elder brother asking him for advice, but it was slowly dawning on him that Alex didn’t have it together nearly as much as he had always assumed. “In a word, no. I’ve known for a long time that I’m gay, and only interested in guys. Mostly older guys. The guy you saw me with, he was maybe 2, 3 years older than me. I prefer older. From what you’re saying, it sounds like you’re more bisexual than gay.” Alex looked puzzled, so Adrian proceeded to give him a quick outline of the theory of a continuum of sexual interests. As he was speaking, he could see the confused look slowly lifting off his brother’s face. “Thanks for explaining that, Ade. It’s a big help. Yeah, I’m somewhere in the middle of that continuum and kind of sliding back and forth between the different sides.” “Wow, this is heavy stuff, Alex. It’s no wonder you’re so stressed about it. Listen, any time you need to talk, you know it’s safe to come to me. We’ve got to have each other’s backs.” “You got that right!” They shook hands on it, but then Alex didn’t release Adrian’s hand. Instead, he drew his brother close and wrapped him in a huge bear hug. Both of them relished their newfound feeling of emotional closeness and complicity. Then the dynamic shifted again as Adrian felt his brother’s hand sliding down his back to cup his ass. Adrian sprang back. “Whoa, brother!” “Is that a ‘No’?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go there. For all sorts of reasons.” Alex stood there, looking at him like a puppy who’d just been sternly called a “Bad Dog.” And Adrian tried to explain further. “It’s not like I don’t love you, as my brother. You need to know, I’ve had a major case of the hots for you ever since I hit puberty, and I’ve always had to keep it under control, out of sight, even more than all my other feelings. I’m afraid of what will happen if I let it all loose now, which of us is going to get hurt worse.” Alex glanced slyly at the front of Adrian’s jeans. “Looks to me like it’s been let loose already.” He stepped closer again and began to palm Adrian’s bulge. “Let’s just see what happens, and we agree it’s one time only and just for us to get some experience.” Adrian wanted to demur but with his older brother standing over him, with his big firm hand on Adrian’s cock, he just didn’t have the will power. He slowly melted into the moment and let himself go with the flow as his cock continued to expand under Alex’s gentle rubbing. Then he reached out and grasped his brother’s rock-hard dick, rubbing it just as lightly. He could never remember afterwards how they got each other undressed so quickly, but he never forgot the sensations of embracing each other under the shower, stroking each other’s bodies and soaping each other all over. It was Adrian who first paid particular attention to Alex’s ass, and Alex, always a quick learner, rapidly reciprocated. As they rinsed off the soap, Adrian knew it was time for him to start the lesson. He had just one moment to think how crazy it was that his second encounter should be to teach someone else what he’d learned from his first time, and then conscious thought fled away as he buried his face in Alex’s crack and began to work on it. Adrian tried his best but had to admit that his poorly-practiced best was far short of what Calum had given him that night in Boston. He’d given up his ass for the second time, letting his big brother feel the effects of a tight man’s hole on an erect cock. But Alex wasn’t a bit readier than Adrian and predictably kept letting himself get squeezed out. Finally he stayed in long enough to cum inside his little brother, but it was plain that both of them were less than thrilled. Adrian summed it all up by saying, “You need two things to really make it work. You need experience, and you need attraction that overwhelms your defences.” “Just like straight sex in that respect,” Alex added, laughing. With that, Adrian laughed too, and they were over the rough spot. A few weeks later, Adrian had an invitation to share a ride to Montreal for a similar orientation at McGill University. His mother wanted to lay down the same condition, but Adrian had to tell her that there was no spare room in the car for another person. Alex chimed in, too. “For heaven’s sake, Mom, Adrian is more mature and has more common sense in his little finger than a lot of the adults in this town. He’ll be fine with his friends.” When they got to Montreal and settled in, the four guys were talking about what to do that night. Predictably, they wanted to go to a strip club. Adrian begged off, saying that he just wanted to unwind. The others immediately began hassling him, urging him to come on out and see some real babes with real boobs, and other imaginative things of that kind. Adrian still demurred. Then Paul Porter, the captain of the hockey team, said, “What’s with you? You gay or something? Maybe want to check out some of the gay bars here?” Adrian was just leaving as Paul asked that. He turned around in the doorway. Without even thinking about it, he answered, the simple truth. “As a matter of fact, yes.” The reaction was volcanic to put it mildly. And the word was all over Exmouth, Lower West Exmouth, and Upper East Exmouth by Monday morning. But by that time, Adrian had already gotten just what he wanted. He’d gone off on his own to one of the legendary stripper bars on Ste-Catherine, quickly got invited to join a table with a few other young guys, and had an evening very much to his liking, watching the naked muscle studs dancing on stage, or wandering around the room to ask clients if they’d like private dances. At one point, he commented that none of them were having much luck getting hard, and Matteo, one of the other guys laughed. “Mostly straight, that’s why.” Adrian found Matteo attractive. Dark, Italianate good looks, a slim well-muscled body (shown off by a snug t-shirt), and a sexy smile and ready laugh. By the end of the first half-hour, Matteo had shifted his chair closer to Adrian, so they were sitting right up against each other. After another hour, and a couple more of the bar’s well-watered drinks, Matteo leaned over in a quiet moment, and asked quietly, “Want to go over to my place? It’s not far.” Adrian agreed, but he didn’t let his guard down. He’d heard stories. As they walked along the street, he kept his eyes on the street signs, and when they turned down a side street and entered an apartment building, he noted the address. As they waited for the elevator, he texted Paul with Matteo’s name, address, and his picture and the words “call cops if not back by breakfast.” Inside the apartment, Adrian locked his phone and put it away, ready to have a good time. So was Matteo. He didn’t even bother offering a drink, just drew Adrian right into his arms and began making out. Almost at once, he dropped his hand down to Adrian’s crotch and began squeezing and stroking. It worked pretty quickly. Adrian was definitely turned on by this Italian beauty, and he was excited for what was about to happen. In no time flat, Matteo had all of Adrian’s clothes off and was diving down to kiss and suck on Adrian’s semi-hard cock. At first, he had it all in his mouth, but as that monstrous pole kept growing longer and thicker he had to back progressively away. Finally, Matteo choked on it and had to spit it out, asking, “Does this thing ever stop growing?” Adrian laughed. “It’s all the way there now,” he said as he took advantage of the respite to start tugging Matteo’s clothes off. Matteo led the way to the bed, and the two of them laid down, head to tail, and launched into a vigorous sixty-nine. It was true that neither of them were having much luck at deep-throating the other (one because of lack of experience, and the other because of lack of a double-jointed jaw) but both of them were giving it their all. Just as Adrian began to feel that he was approaching the point of no return, Matteo stopped again. “I don’t know if I can take that tree trunk in my ass or not, but I sure as hell want to try.” “Here, let me get you ready first.” Adrian twitched Matteo over onto his face and launched into eating his ass. After doing this trick three times, he definitely had more and better experience at rimming than at anything else – so far. When he had Matteo moaning and squirming on the bed, and that olive-skinned hole was loosening up nicely, he reached over to the bedtable and grabbed the lube that was there. He fingered the cool gel into Matteo’s hole, and around his crack, then spread a generous handful all over the shaft and head of his own massive tool. “Okay, Matteo, you’re ready to do this now. I’ll lie on my back. You get up and sit on it.” In later years, he would tell the story after he’d had a couple of drinks at a party, all about the first guy who’d ever gotten all of Adrian’s enormous cock inside his ass. He told it well, but that was just because he had plenty of time to watch and listen as Matteo struggled, to feel the guy shifting around on his epic spear until his insides began to shift and make room, to recall the look on Matteo’s face when one more obstacle gave way and he finally sank right down until his cheeks rested on Adrian’s hips – and he had the biggest cock he’d ever seen all the way inside his gaping hole, tight no longer. Adrian had already cum once, at about the point when Matteo was seventy percent of the way there, but he assured Matteo, “I can keep going if you can.” And keep going Matteo did, right to the bottom of the shaft and then up and down in a slow, steady rhythm until he had fucked two loads of cum out of himself and Adrian had blasted a second and even bigger load inside his hard-working fuck tunnel. Afterwards, when they’d showered and dried off, they lay on the bed together, cuddling some more, and that’s when Matteo said it: “Dammit, with a dick like that you ought to be up on the stage instead of some of those pathetic limp dicks we saw tonight!” Adrian had laughed, but Matteo insisted. “Hey, man, I’m serious!” Finally, though, Adrian remembered why he was in Montreal, and got up to get dressed and get some sleep before the open day at McGill in the morning. He and Matteo exchanged phone numbers and kisses as he left. He got back to the room at about 2:00 am and found that the door had considerately been left on the latch. As soon as he opened it, he heard snoring, so he kicked his shoes off quietly and flopped down onto the sofa bed. For the rest of the weekend, Adrian volunteered no information, and the other guys didn’t ask for any. Truth be told, all of them liked Adrian as a team member, and were worried about what might happen to him come Monday. Perhaps they all sensed that the less said, the better. The same could hardly be said of the population of the three Exmouths. One or more of the boys on the road trip had shared the Big Confession with friends back home, and the word spread from house to house and family to family with the speed of a wildfire in dry brush. Alex Pennyfather heard the news from a friend, and decided to keep his mouth shut at home, hoping in vain to help cover his younger brother’s tracks. But it was all for naught. At church on Sunday, Mrs. Duncraig, the acknowledged champion gossip of the three villages, had approached Adrian’s parents with a loud, “I’m so sorry to hear of your trouble, Mary, Patrick.” When they asked her what she meant, she patted Mary’s arm and said, “Why, about Adrian admitting that he is homosexual. My condolences.” If there had been anyone in the congregation who hadn’t heard about the Big Confession by that time, Eileen Duncraig’s strong, penetrating nasal voice brought them fully up to speed without her even having to talk to anyone else except Adrian’s parents. That night, when the car dropped Adrian off on his return from Montreal, his parents were waiting for him – his mother sitting at the kitchen table with tearstained cheeks, his father scowling like an unusually violent thunderstorm, and his brother sitting by with a look of concern. Adrian took one look around the room and sighed resignedly. “I can see you’ve all heard the news.” Twenty minutes later, after his father had finally run out of fuel for the raging fire of his anger, and his mother had run out of tears, Adrian said, “You asked what I had to say for myself. Okay, yes, it’s true. I’m gay.” And then, as if someone had flipped a switch, his days of being shy abruptly ended. The words poured out of him. “How do I know? Because I’m the one living it, and I’ve been living it since I was seven or eight years old – that’s why I’m so sure that guys, not girls, are what I want. My future? What am I going to do? I’m not sure yet, except that I know for sure that Exmouth isn’t where I’m going to spend the rest of my life. Where am I going to go? To be decided, but probably Halifax to start with. And then we’ll see. “Aren’t I ashamed of myself for being so immoral and sinful? Be ashamed for being who I am? Living life like that really would be hell. And don’t even get me started on what I think of a supposedly Christian church that would tell a person to live their entire life in self-hatred. Don’t I even care about what I’ve done to my family? Of course I care, but I can tell you that this had to happen sooner or later. So now it’s happened. Done and dusted.” His father roared, “You bloody arrogant little girly boy…” and took a step towards Adrian, hand upraised for a killer slap. That was when Alex sprang to his feet and leaped forward, seizing his father’s wrist. Adrian stood stock-still, staring down his father. And the three of them froze. Patrick slowly turned the spotlight of his fierce glare on Alex. “Are you telling me that you’re a wimpy little fag now, too?” Alex’s tone was just as hard and threatening as his father’s had been. In that moment, he was every inch his father’s son. “I’m telling you that if you so much as lay a finger on my brother, both of us will be gone – and we won’t be coming back.” With that, the battle was over – and all four of them likely sensed that the war had also ended. Within a week, Alex and Adrian had arranged a ride to Halifax and a place to stay while they looked around for jobs. The whole story continued going around and around as a good deal more than a nine days’ wonder in Exmouth, continuously getting elaborated as it travelled from one heated imagination to the next. But Adrian Pennyfather, the guy with the biggest tool, was gone. As far as he was concerned, he’d gone for good.

-Chris I came to lying on a couch. I heard a moaning noise coming from my side and looked over. On a bed was a man with a massive hairy back pounding into someone who has their thin legs wrapped around him. “I love you so much master please breed me give me more of your poison” I heard from a voice that sounded just like Martin. Shocked I stood up and walked towards the bed where I saw Martin taking the cock of the man Greg had been referring to as boss. “What the fuck” I asked in shock “Oh good you’re up” the man said as he wrapped his arms around my boyfriend and pulled him to his chest all the while pounding into him. “My balls could use some attention so slid down and start sucking” “No fucking way asshole I’m not sucking your balls while you fuck my boyfriend” “Shut the fuck up and do as your told Chris if you’re gonna be rude to master you might as well leave” Martin said between his moans “What the fuck are you doing Martin how could you do this to me and then take his side” I asked confused “I’m - uh- always on- oh fuck-masters side Chris” Martin moaned out “I’m -oh yes right there master- I’m just trying to help you Chris” “The fuck do you mean help me” I asked when suddenly the man lifted Martin off him and stood up off the bed “Alright listen here faggot you’re going to do as me and my boy say or you’re gonna leave and never see him again” the man said towering over me with a massive wet cock glistening between his legs. Martin stood up of the bed, what looked like cum flowing out of his legs as he did before coming right up to me and kneeing me hard in the balls. “You’re such a pathetic piece of shit Chris. I try to share my life with you and all you do is bitch and fucking moan” he said continuously kneeing my nuts for emphasis “I could’ve broken up with you years ago and given myself fully to master but no I told him that even if I didn’t love you like I did him I still wanted you to experience the exctasy that master has to offer” he yelled at me as I collapse to the floor in pain “ and now that I’m giving you the chance to recieve the greatest gift and your saying I’m cheating on you. I mean fucking seriously you’re barely a man with that pathetic fucking cock and if anything I’ve been cheating on master with you cause I love him in ways I never loved you. And are you really so stupid you never realized that I would come hope gaped and full of cum and you would just happily pump away for a few seconds into your condom like the sissy bitch you are” “Now master is gonna keep breeding my ass and you will sit there licking his balls or his ass or even eating his fucking shit if he asks you to because your opinion doesn’t fucking matter now start sucking cuck” martin screamed as master began pounding into him again Martin had been cheating on me for years I thought in shock and worse he said he loved master more than me. I still didn’t want to leave Martin though I loved him and maybe I just had to show him I could sacrifice to win him back I thought as I got to my knees between Martin and master and began sucking his massive hairy balls. The smelled of sweat and tasted of lube and cum but as I sucked and felt the love of my life cum onto my back from another man’s cock I found that my own cock was rock hard.

I find it makes it clear that you're not interested in that part of your body being played with. Even though I don't get hard when being fucked, some guys would want to play with me or suck me. Being caged sets a clear boundary that I'm just there to please them, I'm not interested in cumming unless it's from getting fucked.

“Because I crave cock & my hole needs cum. Any kind of cum. It’s in my nature.” “Any spun slut can say that, give me a better answer boy.” Each syllable that came out of his beautifully dick sucking lips was followed by his short breaths. “Because it’s my destiny to serve a higher purpose. The defiance to what everyone else thinks, the debauchery that it offers. The comfort of knowing I wasn’t alone in having these fantasies. Please…tell me you’re close… please..I can’t wait any longer” A decent answer that deserves to a reward. “No, not anytime soon.” Brandon’s back was glistening from the sweat. The heat was as if the sun was still up rather than it being a little after midnight. Change of plans. I instructed him to stay still while I lowered the temperature and gather some gear. My precum was less than I’d hope when I pulled out. The usual trail that would be oozing from the hole downwards was shorter. I initially entered the room to his ass up on all fours, fully nude. It would be a standard initiation I imagined. The same place where I had initiated 2 other members. No frills and procedural. Yet Brandon’s determination & approach paralleled that of mine. I had to pass the baton onto him. Favouritism was discouraged within the brotherhood for we were all equal, but many had bent the rules irrespective of rank. Samael was fond of me during the first couple of months. We would have our alone time after every gathering. The earlier members were envious and weren’t shy of it. They were 5 of them. All had joined when it was half its size. They taught me a lesson one time after a full moon ritual. We had initiated a new member who Samael brought home after. Most of us left once Samael’s gone. Perhaps it was expected that each new member would be given more attention? I had no resentment. Each of us was fair game. There was no concept of having a partner as the bond of the brotherhood transcend our past heteronormative world. As I made my exit, I was ambushed. A sudden kick to my calf dropped me onto the ground and the next thing I knew, my hands were yanked back, wrists bounded together by a rope. My feet were tied as tight in a bunch with my hands. Any attempts to scream were futile as we were in an abandoned warehouse far from the city. This is where we normally meet. The atmosphere was still and quiet. Similar industrial buildings nearby were left in destitute. Aside from the seasonal squatters, there was no sign of civilization within a mile radius. “So far you’ve had your pleasure, it’s time for you to learn what pain is” There I was on the floor, hogtied and hard rock from the humiliation. My jock couldn’t contain it. One of my captors first noticed it before drawing closer. Ben had a stocky hairy body. In addition to the leather vest and chaps, he had a pair of studded knee high boots on. Lifting his right leg, he stomped onto my lower back. I howled from the pressure of the sole digging into my flesh. He kept his foot down for a while before lifting it. A deceptive relief. Moments after the painful pressure returned but with the other leg. I howled less. The alternations had a sadistic rythm. I couldn’t predict it. I would tense up expecting another even if there wasn’t any. Once I was certain he was done, I let out an exhale. “Don’t think we’re done yet” I was paralyzed from the constrictions. It was impossible to look up or around fully. Just straight ahead. The little upward tilts I could make with my head only permitted me to see up to their waist. Any more would strain my neck. My pleas remained incomprehensible from the gag. I suddenly sensed a touch on my hole. A thumb brushing onto it. I was hard again. The thumb lifted and returned, moist before circling to ease myself. “You’re lucky to have precumed so much man, we never use lube” The thumb popped easily. Then the index finger. Finally the middle. My hole welcomed it. Whoever was fingering me knew what he was doing. I was moaning back to how I was during the ritual. The fingers started to feel coarser than before..leaving a burning sensation within me. “Really goddamn lucky to have this much precum. Have some” The gag was taken off. My mouth was liberated for a split second before being stuffed again by a cum coated hand. It was different to the one that was still working my hole. Even before joining, I was no stranger to receiving cum at any given chance. It’s what made me part of the brotherhood. The smell and the salty bitter taste in both my ends fuelled my inner pig. When the fingering came to a halt, a heightened wave of horniness swept me. My heart raced faster. Sweats formed. Granted, I had a few puffs earlier but this was unrelated. I started to huff. My breaths were deeper, heavier and louder than before. I heard snickers and Ben mentioning how fast I learn. “This one has potential fellas. Look at that fuckin body. Who knows, it could be him standing here one day” Ben crouched down to get closer. He had a sinister grin when he spoke. “From the looks of it, this doesn’t seem to be a punishment, does it? No?” I could only shake my head. The eye contact we made conveyed more than what I could verbalize. He saw the look of lust from my diluted pupils. He saw the pores on my face perspiring in hunger. He knew I had given into full submission. Before he stood up, he held my chin down to spit in it. I quietly thanked him. My hole was invaded again. This time it was inanimate. A plug I assumed. Metal. Cold contact. It easily popped in. Lighter than I expected. It was different than other plugs I’ve had. It was as if my hole was exposed, expanded in some way. What a fool I was for mistaking the tunnel for a plug. The knot that held my limbs were then adjusted. It got tighter and caused me to arch. My legs were spread wider apart. My hollow hole could feel the draft. Footsteps then followed. Ben and the rest got closer. I hear straps being unbuckled and zippers being pulled. Were they undressing? I couldn’t contain myself. I can tell my brothers were standing around me. Aside from my spun out breaths, there was dead silence. In an instant, a gush of concentrated chem piss expelled into my hole. The stream shot in an arc, its trajectory uninterrupted and precise by Ben. Not a drop wasted. The same couldn’t be said for the rest. The 3rd brother overflowed my hole. My brothers had to wait for the puddle of piss I contained to turn shallower. Not even halfway through his piss, the next person made my hole spill over again within seconds before jumping in front of me to make it drink it. I slurped with no complaints. The last one couldn’t wait and took the liberty to finish all over my back. Was it the sound of the liquid filling my hole up to the brim? Or was it the hypnotizing stench that lingered? It might also be the heat from the chems, accompanied by the piss covering most of my body. All that matters is that I was in overdrive. It was moments like this where I knew what my calling was. I couldn’t thank my brothers enough. I was left by them for a while to take everything in. Absoring not just their filthy piss but what had transpired. Not a single iota of regret nor shame. Even after sobering up, I look back with zero disgust. I wonder if Brandon could handle what I went through. I returned to Brandon with a duffle bag of goodies. I made him put on stained white jock and commanded him to spread himself eagle style on the mattress. I then took out some ropes and started to knot an anchor at each point. Brandon was proactive. He knew where to place his hands and feet within the loops. There was no turning back now…does he know what’s in store?

I don’t allow my fags to touch their cocks while we are fucking. They really shouldn’t touch it at all when in my presence. It’s a 2 player game. My cock and their hole. If the fuck causes a handsfree orgasm that is ok. That’s great, as long as the bottom realizes that we are not finished until the top(s) cum, and cum as many times as they want. If a bottom cannot continue taking cock after an orgasm he should absolutely not cum. If he can, then I’m agnostic on the topic. His orgasm is irrelevant. He is there to serve the top(s), give pleasure, and receive sperm.

-Martin I felt the sweet burn of meth in my throat as I sucked down the smoke from my pipe. I watched as Chris passed out from Greg fucking him. It was pathetic really I could take Greg’s cock like it was nothing but I guess everyone starts somewhere. My hole was still gaped from my masters cock, his cum slowly dripping from me. At this point barely a day passed without him filling me. I’d convinced Chris that I just lubed myself up before he would fuck me though I have no idea how he never noticed how loose I was. I’m glad that Chris will be joining me soon. I love him in a way, not like the love I have for master but kind of like a brother. I still remembered when I started down the path that led here. - It was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year. I stayed in the city over the summer cause I rented an apartment year round. I was still staying loyal to Chris because I thought we were in love. I’d go to random gay bars but turn down everyone who offered to fuck me which was a lot. Chris was supposed to come up the first weekend after class ended and I had been jerking off to the thought every day since. It had been nearly a year since we fucked and my hole was HUNGRY. Friday afternoon however he canceled saying some bullshit about needing to help a family friend. I was fucking pissed but wasn’t about to sit around like a loser. I went to a straight club planning to blackout instead of dealing with my feelings, however after one drink I met the most beautiful man in the world. He had thick brown hair that I would later learn covered his entire body. He was wearing black slacks and a white button up that was bulging with his thick muscular body. I was already in awe and then he came up and talked to me. He was at least a foot taller than me and had a deep dreamy voice. “What are you doing drinking by yourself handsome” the man said “ drowning my sorrows in vodka what about you” I responded trying to be nonchalant “Ha” he laughed “ I’m looking for something or someone to do tonight, so why are you sad, girl trouble, boy trouble” he said slyly while showing a shining white grin “ boy trouble” I answer “ trust me the only girl trouble I have is holding my friends hair up when they get wasted” “Damn I’m sorry to hear that a hot boy like you should have your pick of the litter” Holy shit he called me hot I thought “You wanna go somewhere else and talk about it” he placed a massive calloused hand on the small of my back “Sure” I said “but I do have a boyfriend” “And I have no intention of getting in the way of that” he said, leading me outside. Once we got to the street he hailed a cab and guided me in. I wasn’t going to cheat on Chris even if he was being an asshole and I was with the hottest man on the planet I wasn’t. We pulled up to a bar called the bloody scorpion. “I’ve never heard of this place” I said as we left the cab “It’s my bar I’d be happy to show you around sometime if you’d like” he told me as we walked to a door next to it. “This here is my place” He opened the door to a stairwell the lead above the bar. “Wow do you live up here” I asked as we entered a clean semi-modern studio Apartment. “I do” he responded “you like” “Definitely I think that the space between your couch and the wall is bigger than the apartment I share with 3 people” “Thank you I try to take care of it. You want something else to drink or would you like something stronger” Fuck did I just go home with a druggy. I don’t do anything but weed I thought. He must’ve seen the look on my face and added. “Oh just weed, nothing too bad” he said with a chuckle “ we’ll get the meth out later” I laughed back “oh yeah I love pot I was scared for a second there” “No need to be scared let’s just go up to the roof to smoke though” he said We went up to his roof which had a small garden and patio furniture and shared a blunt as I bitched about Chris. “So you’re hoping to get back at him tonight is that why you came here.” The man asked “No I’d never cheat on the man I love, I hope that’s not disappointing” I answered. “Not at all, though if you’d like I could help you with your hole without it being cheating” “What do you mean” I asked curiously “Not to brag but I have an impressive collection of toys downstairs and would be happy to use them to help you get relief.” I thought about it for a minute but I guess it didn’t count if it was just toys “Yeah that would be great just toys though nothing more” “Of course” he answered He guided me down to what must’ve been a basement under the bar. I saw another stairwell that must lead to it since this was clearly being used as storage. There was a door at the back of the hallway that he lead me through. “I just realized I don’t know your name” I asked as I entered the dark room “When you’re in here call me master” he said in what I thought was a joking tone. “Ok master” I answered jokingly “Good boy now let’s leave our clothes here” he said pointing to a small table. It was the first time I was naked in front of someone besides Chris and was really nervous while master stripped right to his bulging jock strap. He was even more magnificent naked. His hairy thick body was covered in tattoos and his white jock was clearly stained but that only made it look better as it was clearly full to bursting. “ you nervous boy” master asked grinning “ a little bit yeah” “Take your time I’ll go get some stuff out for you” he said as he walked further into the dark room. I stripped fully down. I was glad I shaved expecting Chris to come. Just then green light flooded the room and I saw it all. This was a fully kited out playroom any porn studio would be jealous of, the walls were covered up and down with different sex toys most of which I was clueless about. In the middle were several slings, benches, and other furniture I assumed was for sex but couldn’t guess how. “Holy fuck do you secretly operate a porn empire here” I asked approaching the sling master had brought a chair and table to. “I’ve been know to film a video or two” he said with a laugh. “Well looks like someone’s got a cock on them don’t you boy” “Yeah I guess I do but I’m a bottom through and through” “That’s understandable, Now hop into the sling and we’ll get started” I tried to pull myself into the sling but it was fairly high and I had never been in one before so I slipped. Master picked me up and easily lifted me into the sling. He secured my legs in the air with cuffs but left my hands free. “Now I think it would be best if you put a blindfold on so that you can fully enjoy the feeling without being intimidated by the size” he said as he put a sleep mask over my face. I heard him walk away for a minute before I felt a cold sensation on my hole. I felt my hole part for something and let out a moan as it had been so long. “Damn I’m only putting the lube in and you’re already moaning like a whore” master said before I felt the cold sensation flood my guts as I assumed he squirted me full of lube. It felt so good having any thing in my ass I was already panting. “I’m gonna put the first dildo in now that okay boy” master asked I only moaned in response as I felt the plastic head spread my hole. It felt orgasmic having something inside me again and I kept moaning with every push. He fucked me with it for a few minutes before moving up to a higher size. He continued this for what felt like eternity. “Alright boy this one is pretty big but let’s try it” he said as I felt a large head press against my hole. He pressed hard for a few minutes but it wouldn’t go in. “I think I’ve got something to help with this, you want this dildo right boy” he ask “Yes please I need it” I moaned out “Alright I’m going to put something under your nose and you need to inhale it and hold till I tell you” he said. I heard a cap unscrewed and a hiss next to me then he pressed one of my nostrils down and told me to inhale. It smelled like chemicals but I breathed it in before he did the same to my other nostril. “Alright exhale now boy” he said and I felt a rush as he pushed the dildo deep into me. I felt amazing and the dildo filling me only made it better. “How about you take off that blindfold now son.” He told me As I took the blindfold off I saw him sitting between my legs holding a dildo balls deep into me. Once he saw I had taken it off he pulled it all the way out revealing that it was at least 8 inches long and three inches thick. This was the biggest thing I’d ever had in me. He handed me a vial and said. “This is what I gave you to open you up it’s called poppers , keep inhaling it so that you stay stretchy just like I showed you okay boy” I only moaned in response before hitting the poppers again. I didn’t like drugs but at this point I needed this dildo in my ass and didn’t care. Master kept fucking me with the dildo for at least an hour before it started to fit without the poppers. My cock had been dripping precum all night and I had begun to feel a weird sensation in my ass. It felt like something was build and I started to squirm before suddenly the most intense orgasm of my life hit me. Piss flowed from me and I feel my hole pushing out as my mind was clouded by pleasure. “Ha ha seems like someone had their first pissgasm” master said chuckling as my pleasure subsided “Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to” I stammered out “Don’t apologize boy pleasure is the point of this room, just lick it up and we’re fine” “Huh” i asked in shock “I said lick your piss off my floor” he repeated slowly before lifting me off the sling and onto the ground where my piss puddle laid. I had never drank piss before but my head was still clouded by the orgasm and weed so I stuck my younger out to try and found an amazing bitter sweet flavor. I eagerly licked the rest of the floor clean loving the taste. “Seems like someone’s a natural piss pig” master said as I looked up at him “ there’s a car outside that’ll take you home and give you my number call me if you want to do this again” “Yes master” I said before leaving “thank you”

Been almost a year since I scored some T so of course I decided to write! As always, sorry for never finishing my previous stories. *The narrator has no name for now, can't think of anything. *Please do suggest / leave feedback I never thought it would come to this. From the mirror across the room I catch myself thrusting onto this recently graduated twink who will soon have his life changed forever. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t see myself in him. Like him, I was clean cut, preppy, & skinny. Like him, I was insecure and felt constricted with the way I lead my life. A decade that felt like a life time. Now, it was a different person in the reflection. The reflection told transformation. Starting from the top with my head ,a faded buzz cut and a septum piercing with some stubble. A chain necklace with a padlock encircled my neck. No longer was my collarbone visible like this twink, it hid under the dense shoulder that flowed onto my broad pecs. Both nipples are pierced, shining slightly among my bushy chest. Arms were thick in volume with both forearms and biceps contoured. I had my left arm locked over the twinks shoulder and the right one locked onto his hips, overpowering him from moving any further. I maintained a pace to not come quick. I like to build up the precum and slowly fill whoever’s ass I’m breeding. My round and firm butt cheeks protruded at every thrust I made. I’ve always had a bubble butt even before taking the gym seriously. It was one of the reasons why I ended up on this path, starting out as the ideal cumdump to slowly building my rank as an initiator. As for the rest of my body, I treated it equally since pumping iron is an important practice when you are a part of Samael’s Brotherhood. Another was to be branded, or in formal term, insignia imprinting. Behind my neck, a burnt scar of an inverted pentagram sized no bigger than a coin etched onto my skin. Below it, curved to encircle the pentagram was a tattoo in Latin that reads, Sanguis meus tibi. My blood is for you Further down, reaching the waist is a tramp stamp displaying a pair of scorpions pointing its sting to each other. Of course, the pièce de résistance is in the front, just below the navel. A standard biohazard tattoo. Both tattoo and branding are obligatory to have if you’re in the brotherhood. Still gazing into the mirror with the sight of me plowing this twink whose name I now remember as Brandon, I felt grateful for turning out this way. It was fate that I joined the brotherhood. If anything, I envy Brandon. To discover and appreciate the brotherhood for the first time again. There he was, bouncing on my 6 inch cock relentlessly with his wide glossy puppy eyes, close to being fully spun. He usually smokes but I chose to give a bootybump instead since the inhibition released is far more drastic than smoking. It sends you to a wild state of surrender that’s only necessary if one wants to be a part of the brotherhood. Brandon had clearly crossed that wild line, mumbling incoherently at times but still lucid. Every 8-10 minutes he would ask if I had come, begging for my potent load when the response was negative (hah). If he wasn’t asking or begging, he would be moaning in deep heavy breaths that would drive me closer to reaching the point of no return. Hence why I try to control my pace. We were both drenched in sweat thanks to the T. It had been more than an hour since I started plowing him. Neither of us were tired in the slightest as we were in sync. Brandon’s slender smooth figure made the fuck effortless as I barely felt any of his weight. I still had my arms locked around him with my head right behind his, whispering how well he was doing and how lucky he was that it was my seed. Even after an hour, his ass was still tight. Clearly a good sign that this is where he belongs. This was also the first time I’ve met Brandon. He’s the 3rd member I’ve initiated and was vetted before hand by the newer members. At 24, he’s now the youngest after me to have joined the brotherhood. Once it’s official, with Brandon we would be 52 brothers. It was 28 when I joined 10 years ago. Expanding isn’t a priority as Samael had founded the Brotherhood as a way for nihilistic gay men that share certain interests to bond for life. Most of the time, one does not seek the brotherhood, rather it seeks you. The first time I was introduced to the brotherhood, I was spun at a bath house taking loads while I was still on prep. I was bout to get my 13th load. My breeder started to speak midway. He was impressed with my ass, kneading it with both hands and gripping onto my waist. He then asked if I thought it was necessary to continue taking prep. How did he even know I was on it? I didn’t say anything. “Do you know how liberating it is? To be connected in a sick twisted way with pleasure being the sole purpose?” I was lucky to have Samael himself make the proposition. At 6’2, he was fit and lean yet his veins popped out and his face looked hollow at certain angles. He looked good at 50 whereas I was 5’10, lanky and just turned 26. It was from him that I learnt to take my time when it comes to breeding. Samael took his time to explain to me in detail of the brotherhood. Somehow, his words mixed with the effect of the T convinced me to seek out further. The timing too couldn’t be better as I was the last few members that were initiated through a gangbang. I still remember that night. I had been strapped onto a fuck bench for the entire night in a leather jock. I was taking my 17th charged load. I had been off Prep for 2 months. My forehead was dropping bullets of sweat, obviously spun from my first booty bump. Samael approached to kneel and craddle my head to tell me how proud he was that I was committing myself to it. I could only nod in my inebriated state as I hear my breeder moaned for the 3rd time before collapsing his weight on me to ask if I felt his warm toxic babies. I was in ecstasy by what was said because despite being incapable of speech, I truly did feel the warmth of his load jetting into me, rope by rope. The sensation had put me on a different dimension. There was also another breeder who was telling me how being poz is starting a new life and that I wouldn’t miss my neg days, how he hopes that its his load that’s going to seal the deal. Even with my limp dick, he successfully jacked me off to feed my supposed last neg load. I don’t remember everything from that night in detail but the highlights are definitely ingrained in my memory. I got branded the same week and booked the tattoo appointment the day the results came out. Although it seems hedonistic, there is a guide or fundamental tenets as Samael puts it. Out of 10, one of them was the importance of physical exercise. It took me a while to get used to the gym but the more I went, the better I felt. It was also good for cruising. I’d get loaded up in the shower when it wasn’t busy or blow some DL guys in the parking lot. A side effect of joining the brotherhood, which I see as a good thing is how raunchier I became. Before, I would cruise in the forest but never in the gym. Now, even in the washrooms I would linger and wait. Something bout sucking cocks that have an after taste of piss turned me on. When one of my brothers and I gym together, we would lick each others pit off to savour the sweat before fucking in the shower together. I became piggier and less inhibited, even while sober. My brothers tell me to embrace this newfound tendency and to never be ashamed. With Brandon, I wasn’t sure how he was. He had already smoked T when I found him on all four. I started to rim him first to gage how sensitive he was. Apart from the low exhalations, he seemed to be someone who’s in control. I took the liberty to ask him yes/no questions while he was sucking my cock. So far he does have a pig side to him that you wouldn’t tell. He nodded ok to piss, ok to pits, sweat, the usuals. To truly test how far he can go, I made him a booty bump after he was done sucking. That was when the party had actually started. Back to how we were still fucking doggie style and Brandon’s out of his mind, I proceeded to ask him why he wants to join the brotherhood…

Last weekend I took a road trip from Boston to Chicago. I got a late start so I stopped at a hotel in Toledo for the night. It was right off the highway, near a tollgate. I got there about 1am. It was a very successful stop. I got 7 loads before I took off in the morning. My departure keep getting delayed as I kept getting guys contacting me, wanting to add their load to my collection. It was hot, I love anon ass up hotel breedings!! I also love being on the road with the loads of these men in my hole as I drive across the county. I can't tell you too much about these guys, I don't look back, I let them mount me, pump their load into me and go. I do know that one of them arrived on their skate board, LOL I wait, Ass up in my harness, head down, lubed and ready for them to dump their load in me. I should probably pay more attention or keep a log, but for me, I really only care about them leaving their load deep in my hole! (sorry guys). For work I stay in a hotel in the south loop. It's near where I go to work and I spend my off hours trying to collect loads. When I was not working I was searching for loads. 7 more guys bred me in the hotel. One came back twice as the first time he was there it was a 3 way. He later wanted to come back for a one on one!! Was hot. The last morning, two guys bred me before I checked out. I was in the office for a couple hours with two guys loads in me. I love that. I got hit up by a guy who was hosting and wanted to drop his load into me. I thought, what the hell, just head there on the way to the airport. He asked if I minded if he invited a few guys and how much time I had. So in the next two hours he invited 3 more guys to use me, ass up, hooded in his apartment. I never saw the guys, just took their load and his. So I went to the airport with a total of six loads that day. SO hot!!

For me as a top, either a cage or wearing a jock/assless underwear signals to me that you're not interested in having your cock played with.

I whored myself out for money for a few years. I started after a random hookup gave me $500 after using my hole. I asked what was the money for and he said an ass like that is worth it. So I thought why not give it a go. I put some ads up and my phone blew up with messages. I was 16 when I started and I was getting fucked and filled by up to 20 or more guys a day. They all wanted bareback and to breed me no questions asked, and no mention of status or sti/std. I made alot of money people thought I was selling drugs because no one my age had money. Even now I occasionally take money from guys who need to dump a load in a bottom who is happy for them to walk in pound for 20 to 30 minutes blow inside throw the money on the bed and leave no questions asked.

So I was out delivering parcels in my van one day ,and as I was approaching a village where I had a few deliveries, I decided to pull into a car park and put the parcels into some sort of order. Iam in the back of my van when I notice a couple of guys going into the little toilet block in the corner of the car park. Never even gave it a thought that this could be an active cottage but over the next 20 minutes there was 6 guys going in. Parcels put in order, I locked the van up and had a walk over. It was a pretty scruffy place. The urinal was "L" shaped and there was some spunk in the trough where someone had unloaded earlier. There was 2 cubicles and the end one had a glory hole in the door. I stood at the urinal and started to work my cock to hardness when I heard the familiar "slap slap slap" of a set of balls banging against an arse. Someone was getting a good fucking in the cubicle. I heard a guy groaning as he came and a minute later he came out of the cubicle and left. I took off my trousers and walked into the cubicle to find a guy bent over the toilet offering his arse to anyone. I asked if it was ok to go in raw and he said it was fine. He said he`d had 3 loads already so he would be well lubed up. I stuck my hard cock against his sloppy hole and slided up no problem. God, it felt good knowing that some spunk was lubricating my cock. As I held on to his hips, I started to really pound him hard. It wasnt long before the familiar feeling started in my balls as my spunk was working its way up my shaft. I told him I was about to come and he reached round and grabbed my arse so I couldnt pull out....not that I would have. I knew it was a big load I delivered up the guys arse by the way he was groaning. When I pulled out he told me it felt great getting such a big load up him As I left there was another guy standing wanking ready to take my place. So I waved him over and asked if it was ok to watch. I got the ok so gave the guy a quick sucking to get him really hard and then fed his cock up the guys arse. It was so horny watching 2 guys fucking and knowing my spunk was already up his hole. The guy pulled his cock out and spurted all over the other guys hole, then pushed his cock back in and finished off. I left and went back to my van. Did my deliveries and went back to the car park. It was empty but I sat in the cubicle with the gory hole and soon a cock was pushed in for me to suck. The owner came straight away in my mouth and left. Another cock was pushed in and I turned round and fed it up my arse. God, he gave me a fucking to remember and when he came I did the same all over the floor. I cleaned up and left. Iam back there this week so will be calling in again

I'd been to a bar with a friend, had a few drinks before parting ways and heading back to my flat. Feeling horny I decided to quickly clean up before scrolling grindr, which is when an account popped up. 2 tops 👀 4 sub. If received a few dick pics. I opened and looked at them, decent sized cock, looked sucksble. I started getting horny looking at them. I sent my pics back before receiving a message: "You arrive, let yourself in, and head into the living room. There will be a mattress on the floor, the lights will be off. Strip, get on all fours, say "ready". We'll come in and use you, when we finish, you pick up your clothes and quickly leave. You like?" My drunk self happily agreed and he sent me the address. 15 minute walk. I told him roughly when I'd arrive. I prelubed my ass, threw on my coat, and left my flat. It was 2am, slightly chilly, but not too bad. I marched to the address, turned down a street and got to the house. I walked up to the door and gently pushed it open, they'd left it on the latch. The house was dark, almost pitch black, and my nerves started to spike. What was I doing?!? I hadn't even seen his face! But I'd come this far, would be a shame to turn around now. I walked down the hallway and turned into the room on the right, the mattress was where they said it would be. I quickly stripped and got onto the mattress like he told me to. It felt so stupid to be doing this everything felt wrong, but at the same time it felt so right... "uh r-ready" I called out. I heard a movement from outside the room and 2 guys came in, already nude. They looked relatively young, mid to late 20s, but it was difficult to tell from the lack of light. Their facial features almost impossible to discern. "what a slut, you actually came" one of them said as he got behind me, the other going in front. My cock twitched from being called a slut. The one behind got down, held my cock, and began sucking it. I let out a small moan before the other guy slid his fingers in my mouth. I began licking and sucking them. I then felt 2 fingers start to push into my ass as I let out another moan. 2 soon turned to 3 as I could feel him trying to stretch my hole. The guy at the front grabbed me by the hair. "you like that slut?" "yes sir" I responded still softly moaning. The guy from behind them stood up and moved round to the front. "quickly stuck me off, and use lots of spit, in not planning on adding extra lube." I leaned up and felt he's cock land on my face. I held it in my hand and spat on the shaft before plunging it into my mouth. I was glad I squirted some lube in my ass before I came. I sucked it, more trying to cover it in saliva than give him pleasure, he moaned anyway. I slid my tongue under his foreskin as I softly pulled it back and forth. I couldn't see it clearly but it felt about 6 inch, reasonably thick, like the one in the photo. After a minute or so he pulled his cock out my mouth and I was pushed back down onto all 4s. His cock was quickly replaced by the other guys, which felt slightly larger and thicker. I began sucking as the other guy spat on my hole and shoved 3 fingers in and stretched me out. He pulled out and I felt his slimy cock rub against my hole. I wiggled my ass against him. He let out a small laugh and put his tip to my hole, slowly pushing in. I felt a dull pain from the invasion and I let out a small wimper. A bottle was held under my nose, "sniff" the guy said. I did as was told and took a deep breath. Poppers. My mind was racing as the guy started to quickly pound my hole. I let out deep moans in rhythm to the fucking as both my holes were used by the men. "such a slut, being used by 2 strangers on a dirty mattress, you love it don't you?" the guy I was sucking said. All I could do was moan in agreement. Being used by 2 strangers who I could barely see was sending my horny levels off the chart. After a few more minutes of being fucked the guy slapped my ass as his breaths started to get heavier, I could tell he was getting close. I started rocking backwards and forwards, pushing him as deep into me as possible. "you want my load you little slut?" I pulled the cock out my mouth, "yes sir, flood me deep". He slapped my ass again before grabbing my waist and picked up the pace. After a few more seconds he pushed as deep into me as he could go, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. He waited there, panting, as he filled me full of his cum. He then slide out and his cock was immediately replaced by the other guy, I could feel his cock stretching my hole. He started off slow, letting my insides adjust as more poppers were held under my nose. He then reached forward, grabbed my hair and started fucking me hard, driving his cock into my guts. My head was then brought down and pushed against the mattress with my ass still in the air. I could smell the mattress, musky, dirty, used. "take my cock you stupid slut" he shouted at me as he pushed his dick what felt deeper and deeper into me. And I did, I lay their moaning and talking it. A guy I hadn't seen nor even spoken to using my hole, treating me like a whore. "ah fuck I'm gonna breed you, I'm so close" he finally said after a few minutes, my ass starting to ache. After slamming into me a few more times he pushed deep into my guts, his cock starting to pulse, painting my insides white. He then pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "what a nasty whore" he said before spitting on me. I lay there with my ass still up in the air, softly rubbing my loose wet hole. "your stuff is outside, we're finished" one of the guys said. "wdym?" I asked getting up. "it's out the front door, leave" he replied, grabbing me. He lead me to the door, pushed me out and closed it behind. There I was, standing outside completely naked, cum slowly leaking from my ass. My clothes and shoes a few meters in front of me which I quickly picked up and put on. I then marched back home to jerk off and play with my hole. When I got back the grindtr account had gone, probably blocked me. I felt so used, so nasty, like a real whore. Nothing but a hole that they used for 1 night. But I've realised that that is what turned me on so much...

For me, yes, it is effective. It used to turn some men off. I don’t hook up with anyone without one now (well, I’m wearing a cage daily anyway so it’s gonna always be there). I HATE receiving blowjobs so that helps prevent those too.

If I saw shit on dick or it smelled bad, I wouldn’t have suck the top. I’m to worried to get sick from eating any fecal matter.

I think it's very individual. But there needs to be a follow up clarifying question - to whom are we asking the *original* question? Bottoms and tops will have different points of view. My daddy started out surprised that I didn't need to cum when he fucked me. He learned that the more orgasms he had inside me the happier I was independent of ever having an orgasm myself. In fact, *not* cumming means I can be horny and hungry for more fucking and breeding as long as men need it. That feels to me like a bottom sluts first duty, be as horny as possible to help men breed for as long as possible. There's a lot of satisfaction in earning a breeders nut impregnating you deep in your guts. However, it's his bone-deep satisfaction and desire for a repeat that is my true goal, whether I'm someone who he's really turned on by and instinctively needs to impregnate, or simply a convenient utility fuck hole to give release and keep his nut safe for him. Specific men have been able to get my hole to spasm around them to varying degrees, some of them causing my whole body to spasm from the intensity of their fuck. Recently a man has managed to fuck me into incredibly intense sensations and anal spasms with his cock and body. We're both trying to take every chance for long sessions (the longest we've kept it up is 3 hours) to explore and experience this more. If these spasms are a form of anal orgasm, does it count? Does only cumming count? The anal spasms he fucks me into milk and pleasure his cock and, as they peak, my hole brings him over the edge and he breeds me intensely. If these spasms count as cumming and they deliver pleasure to a breeder, then the top might say it does matter if their bottom cums because of he extra pleasure it brings them. The degree to which the top gets pleasure from giving pleasure will be a big factor, versus focusing on their own satisfaction exclusively.

Apex, Warren and Ted once again dat in Dr. Cole’s office. This time it was for HIV results. Apex had been living with them for four months now and breeding Ted that entire time. It was time to see if it had taken this time Apex had asked the Dark voice in his head to turn off his various special senses when it came to Ted and Warren and it had done so for reasons of its own. It was up to something but it wouldn’t say what Dr. Cole came in and Apex’s senses instantly told him that he was poz so things were working with others The cute chubby Dr. sat down and opened the folder sitting t it on his desk “Ted, I don't think it will come as a surprise that your HIV test has come back positive. Your strain closely matches Apex’s, again no surprise” Dr. Cole said as he opened another folder folder laying it next to the first “Warren, yuu are also HIV positive and your strain comes directly from Ted” The Dr. continued. Warren looked at his husband with his heart in his eyes ‘You are part of me forever” he said to Ted “No recriminations about spreading disease Doc?” Apex asked with a smirk “Hardly. At least Ted didn’t get it from his half brother like I did” Dr. Cole said and smiled as the three actually looked shocked and a little impressed “I will introduce you to my brother Red someday soon. Very soon maybe. You are all carriers of the Angel Strain of HIV now and in about a week we will be conducting an experiment that very well may save lives. I’d like to ask you all to participate. You would bring the number of carriers equal to the number of test subjects” Dr. Cole said “That sounds interesting” Apex said and the other two nodded. Dt. Cole explained the experiment and they all agreed. They could see how it very well could save lives. Even the Dark voice in A[ex’s head was for it. It liked to mess with people’s lives but they had to be alive for it to do that They were asked to abstain from sex in the two days propr to the experiment and they agreed to that as well That gave them a few days to play though *********** Warren was invited to a party and didn’t want to go. Ken worked in the same hospice that he did and did maintenance and clean up there. He was friendly and cute and hopelessly straight. At 22 Ken was tall, in good shape, had brown hair and eyes and a face that lit up when he smiled It was always lit up when he talked about his girlfriend who he was marrying in a couple months. He talked about her constantly and how they were waiting till the were married to have sex Warren was tired of it. Ken did not mean to imply extramarital sex was wrong but in his innocence and inexperience he did. The ladies at work thought it was adorable and firmly told Warren and the other male nurses to leave him alone at least till after the wedding The party sounded fun, watching the big game, pizza and alcohol but Ken was going to be there so he didn't want to go Wait… boys like Ken were Apex’s prey of choice… He had promised to leave Ken alone but Apex hadn’t “Can I bring my husband and a buddy?” he asked his friend who was throwing the party “Sure! There’s plenty of room” His friend said The party was held in a large house and spilled out onto the back deck. The yard surrounding the deck was fenced in with am 8 foot privacy wall and there were trees in the corners that had impenetrable shadows after dark Apex had honed in on Ken almost the moment they got there. The boy had been half drunk as it was and he made sure his cup was never empty. As halftime ended Warren and Ted noticed that both Ken and Apex seemed to be missing. The game was exciting and none of the other partiers really noticed though Apex led the very drunk Ken down the deck steps and to the shadowy wooded area in the corner of the yard. He had promised to show the straight boy something cool What he showed Ken was a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag which Ken though were very interesting in his drunken stupor. He was half passes out when Apex bound his wrists and hung them above his head by a nail that had been driven into the tree at some time. Ken was even softly snoring as Apex put the gag in his mouth and fastened it in place He pulled the passed out boy’s shorts down and freed his dripping toxic 12 inches which he wasted no time in shaving up that straight virgin ass. Ken’s muffled scream was lost in the partier’s loud cheering for a great play “Shhhh pretty boy… just let it happen… you can’t stop it so learn to enjoy it, I will teach you to love my toxic poz cock in you by the time we are through. Your ass belongs to me till I knock you up with my virus babies and you will always crave cock in you after this” he whispered in the sobbing straight boys ear Apex battered the neg boy’s prostate making him moan and his cock rise. He slid all 12 inches back in and his long fingers found the boy’s nipples through his thin t-shirt and pinched which made Ken moan louder and start to grind back into Apex “That’s it, listen to your body, It wants this. It wants to be used to pleasure another man. This is what boys like you were made for. To service men like me” Apex told him in a hot, nasty, mind twisting whisper as he slid in and out, getting close to breeding the undefended neg hole “You want it don’t you? You want my toxic HIV cum” Apex asked and Ken nodded though he was too drunk to know what he was agreeing to Apex shot his load deep inside that straight neg ass and Ken shot all over the tree. His body overwhelmed with the sensations that were coming at his drunk mind to fast. Finally making him pass out again Apex fucked him twice more adding even more virus to that knocked up hole. He had a feeling he had done the job and his HIV would live in this boy forever, He heard someone approaching and recognized Warren and Ted approaching in the dark. They had slipped away to join him “He’s out cold if you want a shot at him” Apex said with a grin Both added a toxic load to Ken’s well fucked ass and then the three of them cleaned him up and straightened his clothes then snuck him back intothe house and left him passes out face down on an upstairs bed They caught the last 10 minutes of the game and no one realized they had not been there the entire time The next day the three were making out in bed and Warren said “Lay on your backs both of you” They did so, they both usually did what Warren told them sexually though Apex sometimes balked. Ted was Warren’s sub. Apex was just along for the ride Warren straddled Ted and sank down on his cock riding him and as he did so he reached over and stroked Apex’s monster, He had done this many times Ted looked up at Warren and said “It’s ok baby, He’s part of us now” with a smile Warren pulled off Ted's 9 inches and moved over sliding his ass down on the surprised Apex’s 12 inches with a moan of pleasure. Apex had never made a move to fuck Warren out of respect for Ted’s possessive feelings towards his husband Ted rolled over and kissed Apex as Warren rode him then he asked “Should we try to DP him next? “God! I would never walk again!” Warren said though he didn’t sound totally against the idea Instead Ted stood over Apex and fed Warren his cock letting him taste his own ass on it as Warren rode and stroked, The three came together and then went back to making out When they finally dragged themselves out of bed Warren went and checked the mail He found a letter from their mortgage company that had a check in it. The letter said the check was the last four mortgage payments they had made as well as the refund from when someone had overpaid their mortgage and home equity loan as well as tax papers detailing how much they had to pay in taxes because the payoff was a gift. The refund check more than covered the amount “Do you know anything about this?” Warren asked Apex as he walked into the living room Apex tried to play innocent “Do I look like I have that kind of money?” he asked “Oh come on, Apex!” Ted said “I have never seen you work but you have money and share the bills here since you moved in. I had never heard of the car you drive so I looked it up online and it costs more than this house. So yes you do look like you have that kind of money” “I was so grateful when you two took me in and took care of me I wanted to do something nice fr you” He said quietly, “I was going to leave before you found out but you would not let me and honestly I forgot about it” “He forgot about it” Warren said sarcastically as he dropped int Apex’s lap and kissed him “All I can do is say thank you” he said simply and they let the matter drop though Warren and Ted did refuse to let him pay for groceries or utilities ever again *************** The study was held in the HIV wing of Warren’s hospice which had been sparsely populated but was now full as patients had been brought in from all over the country Doctors Cole and Lars introduced the three of them to his brother Red and Red's brother Zeke. They were o-husband with an attractive man named Tommy Apex knew them by reputation. They ruled one of the local bathhouses and had pozzed more men than even he had The study was simple. They were going to infect the HIV hospice patients with the Angel Strain in an attempt to save their lives Each room had three full sized beds separated by curtains, all the medical equipment had been cleared out Apex went into a room with Tommy and Zeke, a thin man sat on the edge of each bed, the man on the middle bed had blond hair and sat with his back to the door Tommy took the first man and Zeke stopped at the second saying “Hello” to him, As Apex walked past towards the third man he heard the man reply “hell….” the word trailing off into a gasp of surprise and then “Apollo?” His body moved before his mind fully registered that voice Zeke looked surprised to find him gripping his arm with tears in his eyes “Please let me do this one” Apollo begged. Apex had been shunted off to the side by that voice. He had to be Apollo right now Zeke nodded “He’s all yours” he said and moved to the third man Apollo sat next to the thin man on the second bed and took him into his arms as tightly as he dared “Hello Peter” he said looking into eyes that were just as blue as he remembered “Apollo I…” Peter stammered “Shhh let me say something first, You never gave the the opportunity to reply when you sent that text” he said then he steeled himself and said “I forgive you for everything and no matter what, I could never stop loving you. Even if you don’t love me back now, I will never be able to stop loving you” It was what his entire life was built on. Love he couldn’t stop for a man who had betrayed him Peter blushed and said “I don’t deserve your love, Apollo” Apollo was honest and he laid his heart and soul bare for Peter to see “No. you don’t deserve it but you've got it and it’s not going anywhere so you can do with it what you will. For all I know you are still with that guy, maybe even married to him. Maybe if this works and I save your life you will go back to him but you will take my love with you if you do” “I’m not with Master anymore, he's the reason I am here. I’m not with anyone and I don’t deserve to be. I betrayed the only man I ever really loved for excitement and lust. Master was always right, I’m a stupid, worthless slut who deserves what he gets” Peter said in a broken voice Some things he had learned from Ted clicked into place “He’s not your Master any more I am” He said sternly and Peter looked at him in shock “I’m not that boy you used to know and I know how to give a boy like you what you need. You are NOT worthless because you are truly loved. I could not love something that is worthless. You are going to spend the rest of your life as MY property and you will never call yourself worthless again! Do you understand me?” he said intensely looking into Peter's eyes “You promise that you still love me? You are not just saying that because I am so sick? Peter asked still not really believing. Not daring to hope “If you were not so sick I would slap you for questioning my love” Apollo said angrily “You can build your life on the foundation of my love and never have to worry. I just hope you come to love me again someday” “I do love you, I never stopped loving you. You have no idea how many times I have regretted what I did and wished we were still together. I fucked up so bad Apollo. I was young and stupid and he promised the moon. I took everything you did to show your love for granted and never realized how special you were till it was to late: Peter said an he clung to Apollo tight. like he was a rock in a storm “Lets see about saving your life then” Apollo said “I think I was in worse shape than you are when I caught this strain” Apollo said kissing him The Dark voice in his head seemed upset about something “Can it wait? I’m kind of busy right now” he thought at it “Di you WANT me around later to talk about it?” The voice asked “Of course. You are part of my life and I think I just proved I don’t give up on those I care about. Why wouldn’t you be there later?” he thought back “We can talk about it later as long as you still want me around” the Dark voice said sounding happy and relieved Apollo laid Peter gently on the bed and made love to his waisted body. He saw the boy he had loved so many years ago not what he had become. He didn’t care that others were watching having finished their own tasks. He just needed to save his Peter “Damn, he’s as big as Mike or John” he heard Tommy say and heard an answering grunt from Zeke Then a few minutes later he heard Warren gasp and say “Oh my God” but he ignored it all as he made love to this man who for good or ill was the center of his life. He didn’t stop at one load and ended up putting a total of three into Peter’s frail body before he finished He lay holding Peter to him kissing the top of his head as the man curled into his chest Peter looked up to the audience surrounding the bed, they had been drawn by the intense emotions that radiated from the two of them. As he looked at the smiling faces he saw one that had tears running down it and his eyes locked on that face Apollo followed his gaze to the face “Why the tears Warren?” He asked the man who stood crying in his husband’s arms. Ted looked unhappy too “Because as much as I love you both I don’t want to lose you to him” He said then he looked directly at Peter and said “Hello big brother, it's been a while” ********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Family Ties Let me know what you think Scanbu

Tommo grabbed Dave's hair and pulled him away from his face. He could only grin as he looked at the young lad's face. He was lost in horniness. Niall spoke up, "Time for another round of this I'd say" he said handing the lighter and pipe to Dave. "Take another few hits there man". Like a good apprentice Dave followed the instruction taking three big hits. The tingling ran all through his body and he was feeling so horny. He passed the pipe to Tommo and, without thinking starting reaching down into his boxers to wank himself off. Tommo didn't bother taking a hit, he was more interested in what the young lad in front of him was at, "Ha, good idea there, what you reckon Niall?" Niall smiled at Tommo and both men stood and removed their underwear revealing two semi swollen cocks that were only getting bigger. The young apprentice couldn't believe what was going on. At the back of his mind this seemed wierd to say the least but the alcohol and drugs had lowered his inhibitions to the point that he simply didn't care. He was horny, his buddies were horny. Niall's cock was lovely, natural even, uncut nice girth, about 7.5inches (same as me, he thought), nice bush of pubes. Tommo's was longer he noticed. 8 or 9 inches he guessed, slimmer than his own and Niall's but cut and completely devoid of hair. Dave was rejoined by both men on the couch as they started wanking and chatting as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Tommo sat on Dave's right, placing his left arm behind the younger lad's head while slowly stroking his meat with his right. "Everything alright there lad?" He asked, noticing a slightly crest fallen Dave still with his hand inside his own boxers. "Fuck sake, can't seem to get properly hard", the apprentice blurted out. "Ah", Niall began, "that can happen with T lad, gives ya the mood but not the horn. Don't stress bud, give it time, relax, we can help sort ya" he finished his reassurance with one of his trademark winks that got Dave flustered. "I've an idea" Niall said, grabbing Dave by the hand and leading him out of the sitting room. The 19 year old followed his mentor into a guest bathroom. "Sometimes a good shower helps, ya know just clean yourself down and out" Niall explained to his apprentice who was only half comprehending what he was hearing. "Lose the boxers and step in there" said Niall, in strange, half commanding tone Dave recognised from work. He did as instructed, followed by Niall who switched on the shower and toyed with the temperature. Still in the fog of T, Dave was puzzled, the nozzle was an odd one he'd not seen before, "that some fancy yoke?" he asked. Niall just laughed to himself, "No lad, it's not for your head, it's for your ass". Dave seemed to sober up quickly hearing this, "what?!". "Don't worry kid, it won't hurt. It'll help clear ya out a bit. I did it earlier myself, so did Tom when he freshened up earlier". Niall explained to Dave about how the nozzle would spray water into him, how to hold it and sit over the toilet to realease. Dave was dubious, he felt like he should go, but Niall was so calm and matter of fact, besides, as Niall had explained, the clearout apparently helped with getting hard. For the next while Niall helped guide Dave through the process, eventually proving successful with a stream of clear water flowing from the younger lad. "Well, how do ya feel?" Niall asked the teen, "Good yeah, think it worked, feels like I'm sobered up a bit." said Dave, rubbing his hole, not quite believing what he had just done. "Ha, yeah kid, it's a life saver" Niall responded as he changed the shower head, "c'mon, we both need a rinse after that" motioning Dave to join him in the shower. The shower seemed to relax both men, they chatted as they washed, the occasional friendly grab or slap of an ass cheek. Just like the showers after training or a match Dave thought to himself. As they dried off Dave felt refreshed, it was as if he'd just woken from a great sleep. When they returned to the sitting room the two found Tommo had switched the TV to porn. On screen, two muscle bears were spit-roasting a cute blonde who's tits were bouncing around. Dave was mesmerised. "Fuck sake, I thought you two were gone out for the night" joked Tommo, "right" he continued, "I'm gonna have a quick refresh myself" passing the other two for a shower. It wasn't long before Tommo came back to find Naill and Dave chatting as porn still played in the background. "Fuck lads, things are dying here, better change it" he declared as he refilled the pipe and lit it up. For the next few minutes the lads took turns taking hits, shotgunning and having a laugh. "How long since we had the cans?" Niall asked, "a few hours" responded Tom with a knowing smile. With that Niall went to the fridge, took out a bottle of coke, a jar of clear liquid and a syringe. Dave watched as Niall put an amount of the clear liquid into a glass for each and filled them with coke. "Here, down this, it's fantastic with the T" Niall explained as Dave took the glass and along with the other two men downed it in one. "Fuck that's rotten" the young man said. Tommo quickly took a hit from the pipe and pulled Dave in for a shot gun before once again slipping in his tongue. Dave was feeling very relaxed and loving the feeling of Tommo's stubble against him. He was loving how good this felt as Tom slowly led him onto the floor with Dave lying on top. As they kissed slowly, both enjoying each other, Dave felt Niall's hands massage his calves. He was loving it as hands slowly but surely made their way to his ass cheeks. He was so horny, he could feel Tommo's boner growing underneath him, when suddenly he was shocked back to reality. His cheeks were spread and a tounge was licking his hole.

“DOES THAT RAW DICK FEEL GOOD BOY? IS THAT WHAT YOU NEEDED?” The bottom had tried crawling forward, his body reacting to the infectious AIDS T-Bone I had just shoved in his booty hole - dry. He didn’t get far. His doggy masked head shook from side to side as his manicured pink nails - hidden inside his puppy costumed paws - tried to hold their grip on the edge of the bed. “GET BACK HERE BOY! STAY!” I snarled as I yanked my dick out of his rare hole, grabbed his wrists, dragged him back to where I wanted, and then mounted him again. My POZ drip mixing with his bloody hole was all the lube the pup needed. The pup’s dog tags jangled and jingled. “FEEL THAT BIG DICK KNOTTING YOU BOY?” He might have said something, but then arched his back and yelped like a good pup when I yanked out and slammed back in. I yanked out again, took a second to admire his furry little hole - surrounded by a touch of pink, now red, skin. His hole was the only thing on his body not covered by his pup costume, which was just fine by me. All I needed was someplace to bury my AIDS T-BONE. “BIG AIDS DICK IN THAT ASS BOY - FUCKING YOUR PUPPY HOLE!” The boy bucked, I laughed, grabbed the back of his collar, slid the fingers of both hands underneath and twisted and pulled back. The pup bucked and yelped and my AIDS T-BONE buried a little deeper. “I GOT A SHIT LOAD OF HOT AIDS GRAVY FOR THAT PUP HOLE BOY - FULL OF VIRUS KIBBLES AND BITS!” His little paws were useless. I turned my head to the left and admired myself in the full length mirrors he had on the wall. The small lenses of his two video cameras were not easy to detect, but I made sure they got the shots. I hope he enjoyed watching this later. I hope he enjoyed seeing my wasted body, the skin that hung slightly off my muscles, the ribs that showed in my chest, my hollowed out cheeks and lesioned skin. “THAT’S IT - WHIMPER FOR ME PUP. MY AIDS T-BONE DICK IS FILLING THAT ASS UP - TURNING YOU INTO A FULL FLEDGED BITCH!” The pup gurgled his agreement as I twisted the collar tighter and started to long dick that ass with deeper, filling, stretching and wrecking strokes! I had been eyeing the pup online for a while now. I knew his habits, his secret desires, his voyeuristic pleasures. I knew he liked to secretly record and live stream anonymous dick fucking him. I knew he always insisted on safe sex only - something which he was not only vocal about, but condescending to those who held a different approach to life. “I’M YOUR AIDS SIRE PUP! UNMEDICATED DADDY DOG DICK SLICKING UP YOUR LITTLE HOLE - BUSTING IT OPEN WITH MY BIG KNOT - THAT FORESKIN SLIDING BACK, GETTING READY FOR MY POZ NUTT TO SPADE AND FIX YOU!” A loud, clear, yelp escaped the pup’s lips as I tore open a new path of destruction in his guts. I pressed down on his shoulder blades with my left hand, turned my body clockwise with my dick still buried deep in his furry ass. We formed an AIDs’ cross, ready for his crucifixion. I took my right hand and pushed his right leg outward so his hips raised up a bit, giving me head on access to his sidewalls. “YEAH BOY, PLAYING FETCH. TAKING MY AIDS T-BONE SMACK IN THEM ASS WALLS. OPENING THAT FURRY HOLE SO WHEN MY BALLS MAKE YOU PREGNANT THERE WILL BE LOTS OF BRUISED AND BLOODY SPOTS FOR THEM BABIES TO HOOK UP TO!” The pup’s hole was smearing my dick good now, creaming for my AIDS T-BONE. I yanked out, the pup’s body spasmed from the sudden evacuation, and I easily rotated my position. I used my right hand now to press down between his shoulders keeping his body on the bed and adjusted his left leg and held it so I could damage the other side of his ass walls. The pup’s whimpering told me he was hungry. “GOOD PUP READY TO SUCKLE SOME POZ MILK OUT? GET THAT ASS BACK HERE - THAT’S IT - RIGHT ON THE END OF THE BED AND DROP THEM LITTLE HIND LEGS DOWN. I’M GOING TO DRIVE MY AIDS T-BONE RIGHT UP THAT HOLE AND SQUIRT MY VIRAL MILK! GOOD PUP - TAKE THIS AIDS T-BONE! FEEL IT PUP? FEEL THAT KNOT SWELL? YEAH WHIMPER FOR ME LIKE A GOOD PUPPY - WHIMPER FOR ME AS YOUR SIRE BREEDS YOU - BEG FOR MY POZ MILK! BEG FOR IT PUP - BEG FOR IT - FILLING YOUR PUP ASS UP YOU FUCKING BITCH! FILLING YOU UP!” A couple of hours later I got up my nap. Filling a NEG hole up is always the best thing to get me set for a long nap out in hammock in the afternoon sun. I wiped the sweat from my brow, adjusted my eyes, and pulled up the pup’s homepage. Fuck yeah! Folks had liked our scene and had rated it five WOOFS! Lots of comments about ‘what a great set up’, ‘hot role play’, the ‘realistic fake fluids’. I’d give pup a couple days. He’ll come scratching at my door begging to be let in and when he does, I’ll be ready. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

THE BIGGEST TOOL Chapter 1: Force of Habit As he felt the rim of the younger guy’s hole snap tight around his cock, he grunted, “Fuck, yeah.” Slowly he slid his meat deeper in between those lush ass mounds, sinking into the guy’s tunnel. It was a long struggle because his dick wasn’t short, and it wasn’t thin. The slim, young blond man under him was struggling to make room for it. He kept the pressure on steadily until the moment when something gave way and he was finally able to sink himself all the way inside, his hip bones resting against his partner’s glutes. He gave the guy another minute to get used to the intruder in his body, and then roused up, lifting his body into the air on his muscled forearms as he began pumping up and down, pulling his cock out and then driving it back in. The bottom twisted and moaned, half in pain and half in ecstasy, as the monster cock plunged into him repeatedly. This youngster was trying harder than some of them did. He really was making an effort to work his hole around the top’s dick of death, but it was a losing battle. He was stretched so far that he couldn’t command his ass muscles to work. The top stud laid himself down along the young blond’s back, tangling his fingers in the longish blond hair and forcing his legs wider apart to give himself more room. In this position, he could pump really hard and fast, building up to a rapid tattoo of loud smacks that roused echoes all through the room. “Fuck, man – it’s so fucking huge. You’re splitting me in two. Porn scenes with dialogue like that are a dime a dozen, but in this case it was at least believable. That massive tool looked like it was almost a third the size of the bottom boy’s entire waist. The bottom was experienced, definitely, and had been plowed by a lot of big dicks, but this one took things into another league altogether. This blond guy wasn’t the first, and he wouldn’t be the last, to say that he felt like he’d lost his cherry all over again after getting his cheeks pried open by that massive ass-splitter. Not that it really mattered. The man plundering his butt was an expert, and he knew exactly how to show his bottoms a good time while getting his own rocks off inside them. Some tops might fake an orgasm from time to time, but this man never did. He was thorough, he was an expert, and he knew exactly how to make his partner cum, as well as making himself cum – and cum on a grand scale. He never let them down He pulled out then, grabbing the bottom and flipping him over with a snarled, “On your back! Now!” The bottom obediently complied, lifting his legs into the air over his head so that his hole was totally visible to the cameras, the gaping opening mercilessly illuminated by the brilliant lights. His mouth was gaping open too, gasping for air after the pounding he’d already taken, while knowing that the worst was yet to happen. The top planted his knees further apart so the cameras would get a clear shot as he leaned down and started pushing his way inside that quivering ass-pussy again. Slowly, but with force, he pushed inch after inch of his enormous tool all the way inside the younger guy’s tunnel. As he resumed his determined fucking, the shadowy figures beyond the reach of the lights watched the scene with a mixture of reactions. The younger ones displayed various degrees of awe – particularly the first-time camera guy whose own cock was out and rock-hard. The reactions ran the gamut from there to the producer, a white-haired veteran of the trade who’d been making porn flicks for nearly half a century. He smiled with satisfaction at the realization that this awesome top man, even after all these years, was the most striking performer he’d ever seen. The pounding strokes were getting harder and harder now, plunging down more forcefully and ripping upwards more sharply. The stud’s breath came in harsh gasps as he took what he wanted, riding hard and deep in the younger man’s ass and getting ready to breed his hole. The younger guy groaned and cried aloud as the pounding reached his limit of endurance. But this too the top understood. He closed his eyes and his mind to all else but the sensation of that widely stretched hole grabbing and stroking his man meat. In just a few more strokes, he roared, “Cumming inside you!” “Fuck, yeah, stud, fill me up!” He drove in, one last ferocious stroke, and then held it there as his shaft shuddered, convulsed, pumped out one massive squirt of sperm after another. After three shots, he pulled out, sprayed the next three over the bottom’s firm round cheeks and throbbing crotch, and then drove back in to pump the last four or five squirts deep into the asshole. Then the bottom grabbed his own tool, yanking on it fiercely for about twenty seconds until it shot a fountain of cum up onto the straining abs of the man who had just bred him. At last it was finished. He drew that long, thick shaft up and out, eyeing (not without a touch of smugness) the slow tidal wave of man cream that poured out of the hole and down the bottom’s taint. He used his cock to scoop it up, and then forced it all back inside the younger guy’s gaping ass – cock, cum, and all. Only then did he lean down and close in to exchange a few kisses with the bottom. After a minute he eased out again, Then, feeling his thighs beginning to strain to hold him steady, he flopped down onto his back, letting his dick fall back down and dribble out the last bits of cum onto his washboard abs. And with that, from the back of the room, a voice called, “That’s a wrap.” The man who had once been Adrian Pennyfather lay there, slowly catching his breath back, as his partner tentatively lifted himself up and off the bed before heading off to the shower to clean himself and soothe his aching, defeated hole. “Be with you in a minute, Sven,” he called after the bottom’s retreating bottom. “Great job – as always!” The producer’s congratulations were heartfelt “Thanks, Mike.” The words were formulaic. He knew that he had given a good performance; he always did. He understood thoroughly that a big dick didn’t make a porn star. It was at least as much a question of attitude, a professional approach to the job to be done. This he had mastered years ago, and it was his attitude and thorough approach to his work, even more than the size of his cock, which had producers and directors lining up to sign him. In a few more moments he’d join Sven in the shower room, helping to ease him down from the intensity of the scene and sympathizing with the sore ass which he had stretched so badly. Right now, though, he was pondering the never-ending mystery of his life. What he didn’t know and just couldn’t ever understand was how the shyest, most timid kid in Exmouth, Nova Scotia, had ended up becoming one of the most famous – make that notorious – and sought-after gay porn top stars of the last twenty years. And why was it that nobody in the porn industry, nobody in the whole wide fucking crazy gay world, could ever seem to figure out – or even seem to care – what it was, what were the kinds of sexual action, that really turned him on Even after he and Sven had towelled off and dressed, and Sven had left, he kept sitting there, pondering it all. Was he really at a crossroads in his life, or was this just his usual “kind of down day” that always set in after a shoot ended? He wasn’t sure. Once again, he found himself pondering the idea of quitting. This whole porn thing had become a matter of habit. It was all an established routine: setting a date, laying off sex for several days beforehand (had to save up a huge load for his legendary money shot), meeting his partner, fooling around for a while to find the bottom’s hot buttons, then the showers, the scene shoot, the familiar stages of sex for the cameras, and finally the explosive money shot – the signature trade mark of every one of his scenes. Then, showers again, hug and kiss, and go home… to what? There it was again. The perennial question he could never solve. What was he going to do, how was he going to live, and above all who was he going to become when he hung up his jockstrap and quit the porn industry, and his porn screen name, for good? For that matter, who was he? Plain and simple – and he still didn’t really know the answer.

World Building content warning: I have been working on this for a couple weeks and the fort chapter is a bit long This is the first chapter of a story in a world 1000 years in the future and a lot of things have changed. A great deal of this chapter deals with world building details explaining some of these changes and the reasons why they happened I tried ro make this part as amusing as I could, The dialogue between Religious Leader and Critical Thinker made me chuckle a few times. Yes I laugh at my own jokes I also think many of you would join me in wishing that PIFs and Orange Parks really existed in today’s world To make things easier I marked the largest part of the World Building section between two lines of @@@@@@@@ symbols If you skip it don’t blame me if you have no idea what the hell is going on later in the story I hope you stick with me and read it all. I’m writing this like a book and some World Building has to be done Scanbu ************************************************************************************************************* Author's note: This is a possible future and may conflict with things in present day stories. One possible reason is it's hard to remember things that happened 1000 years ago Rule one is that there are no paradoxes... Rule two is that if you find a paradox refer to Rule one... Chapter One: Coning Home The man waited in the dark for his husband to get home, though this “home” was not the home his husband thought he was coming to. This had been years in the making and would not have been possible if the waiting man had not been foresighted and nostalgic many years ago The door opened and the man’s husband stepped into the dark room “Lights” the new arrival said. He was always forgetting that he just had to think his commands in a certain mode but the old vocal commands still worked though the lights stayed off this time “Dammit why won’t these damn lights work?” the mans husband muttered “Because I asked them to stay off” The man said in an amused voice His husband actually looked around then and caught the feel of the place, the moonlight coming in through the two story high windows, the muted background sounds of a city around them, the proportions of the place “Zeke, you didn’t!” Tommy said. He knew this place in his bones, though these particular bones had never been here before. But how… this was not possible The lights came up and Tommy found himself in their old apartment, everything was the same down to the cracked brick in the wall across from the elevator door, it even felt the same but this building had been torn down centuries ago “Did you have the building rebuilt from the original plans or something?” Tommy asked “I had it reassembled. This is the original building, on the exact same spot. Remember I took you to Eurp[e when the building was “torn down”? I had it disassembled brick by brick and each brick was numbered and stored with it’s exact position recorded. I have had the supports modernized to fix the structural problem that caused us to have to condemn it and the building is completely updated to modern technological standards” Zeke said Several buildings had stood here in the centuries since but when the last one had been demolished 5 years ago Zeke had decided it was time. He had every brick treated with a preservative that made them virtually indestructible and then had the building painstakingly rebuilt. Old photographs and even more accurate memory scans on Zeke himself had exactly duplicated the furnishings and decorations “Welcome HOME my Tommy!” He said as he took his husband in his arms and kissed him “And happy 1000th anniversary” He said once the kiss broke Tommy looked confused, their 1000th wedding anniversary was not for over a year “Tommy, it’s April 12th 3024” he said gently. Suddenly Tommy’s eyes widened and his hand went to his mouth “We met in that Bathhouse 1000 years ago today!” He gasped “And you brought me to this apartment for the first time that night. How did I forget that?" He asked “Because it’s not really something we kept track of. It's the day you drove The Darkness out of me. It had almost won you know. I almost fell completely and would have without you” Zeke said Zeke was thrilled, in all their centuries together he had never caught his Tommy this off guard, Tommy did it to him probably once every few years but this was a first for Zeke He took Tommy’s hand and led him over to the dance studio with it’s mirrored wall. Tommy found his tights exactly where he knew they would be, In a drawer next to the small changing area. Zeke had remade their home perfectly They did their stretches, moved to the center of the floor and a mental command started that old Billy and Mike song playing The two flowed like water through the dance, They were both in their 5th clone body having just made the jump again about 10 years ago. The Entity managed not only to transfer normal memories but also muscle memory. The only thing it could not transfer was stamina and that took a couple years of steady work to rebuild Tommy and Zeke were the best dancers in history by now. They had done this dance thousands of times and it still invoked the same feelings in them. It was this dance that had forced their love to the fore and made them both admit to it during the explosive sex that had followed Sure enough they ended up on the soft mat they had learned to keep against the mirrored wall, Tommy looking into the reflection of Zeke’s eyes as his lover of ten centuries plowed him from behind, They knew exactly how to move to heighten each other’s pleasure. They would never grow tired of making love to each other as no other sex partner could com close to the pleasure they brought each other As Zeke’s cock spasmed inside of him filling him with his seed a glowing line appeased like a necklace on their shoulders, chest and the back of their neck. Tommy’s glowed green and Zeke’s glowed white After catching their breaths they went into the perfectly recreated bathroom and showered. There was a “light shower” installed as well. It was a device that could get you clean in seconds, no matter how dirty you were but most people still took showers in water and used soap. It just felt better Tommy returned the favor, sliding his cock into Zeke’s ass as the water and steam surrounded them, They were totally versatile with each other now, though they still only bottomed for close friends and relatives. When it came to sex with most others they were both tops. The only exceptions were family and old friends That glow appeared again when Tommy bred his husband but the colors were reversed, Tommy had white and Zeke green This time Tommy caught a flash of the red glow in the bathroom mirror. Ir was around the base of his cock and balls, lie a cock ring under the skin as he came. The same glow around the base of Zeke’s cock as he came on the shower wall As they dried off with a flash from the light shower Zeke said “Get dressed, we have company coming” and sent the mental command “Party: to the apartment system When they came out of the bathroom it cleaned itself as soon as they shit the door and the rest of the apartment was decorated for a celebration, complete with snacks and drinks all set up and waiting Zeke got a mental prompt from the security system and the elevator door opened. In a flash of light their first guests arrived Mike and Jeff stepped into the apartment followed by Hank and Buzz. John and Sal came soon after. “You did a perfect job Zeke, the place looks great! So vintage it makes me want to redo The Compound in classic early 2000s style” Jeff said standing on tiptoes to kiss his husband’s cousin; who was also his cousin's husband, on the cheek. They were cousins married to cousins Tommy’s brother Marc showed up next with his husband Alex followed by Jason and Jet who might just be able to dispute the “greatest dancers in history” crown Tommy and Zeke wore Lars and Cole came next or as many people called the “Tall and Wide” as Lars was almost seven feet tall and Cole was an adorable chubby man Red and Tony arrived and Tommy threw himself into Red’s arms for a kiss as Tony hugged Zeke and squeezed his ass just for old times sake Zeke laughed and kissed the big man, He had gotten over the “I’m only a top” bullshit with thier friends centuries ago. Even Mike bottomed on a semi regular basis now and not just because he had to The elevator door closed and opened again as Theo and his husband Bob stepped out of the actual elevator, having come up from a lower floor Tex and Nick arrived next followed by Agnes and her husband Max and finally Dale and Alan got there. These all were the members of The 100 that Zeke and Tommy were closest to. Each person was with their “Perfect Match”, the spirit they had spent the vast majority of their multiple past lives with just like Tommy and Zeke had A few more members of the 100 arrived and even a couple of The Darkness’ agents were invited though none of The Light’s agent would be seen in the company of these people. The light was always stuck up The Entity had allowed a few agents of those powers to be cloned and soul jump to be fair It has an ulterior motive it had told Tommy and Zeke about. The Darkness and The Light didn't realize that The Entity could track those soul jumped agents and in general, know their plans @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ In the grand scheme of things The Darkness was a petty criminal, it amused itself by “ruining” the lives of individuals or couples but didn’t try to “destroy the world” constantly because it was having too much fun with it’s little games. Tommy often compared it’s personality to that of a cat The Light’s agents mostly just complained and tried to get people to pay attention to them by telling them they should feel guilty for feeling good. They had very few converts, mostly because everyone knew they participated in what they called sin at least once a week. Even agents of The Light were subject to the law of the land though they claimed they should be exempt The Light was the source of almost every religion in history and their grip on humanity had been destroyed in a single generation once the 100 had managed to gain control of education worldwide It had taken requiring just one thing to be taught and every religion on the planet had fought against it's being taught to everyone tooth and nail For the last 870 years every child on the planet was required to take classes in critical thinking What followed was many many conversations that went something like this Religious Leader - You should let me tell you how to run your life, who you can love and marry, how you should act, who you should hate and what you should hate about yourself if you don’t fit my view of how a person should be. Oh! And most importantly you should give me money. Preferably 10% of your income. The money is the most important part! Critical Thinker - You know, that seems like a pretty raw deal, You make my life miserable and I pay you for it? Do you at least kiss me when you ate done? If not why would I put up with all that? Religious Leader - No I don’t kiss you! You are not my type! That would be one of those sin things we talked about earlier! You should accept this all because I have studied these ancient texts and because God has picked me to interpret them for you. I can tell you what they mean Critical Thinker - I have read those texts too and you seem to cherry pick them or even make things up to support your personal prejudices and viewpoints. Either God thinks exactly like you do and the rest of those texts are just an exercise divine in creative writing or you don’t actually know what God thinks. There are also some pretty terrible things in those texts. Things that would get you thrown in jail if you did them, so why should I take them serially? They were written in a time when people didn’t even have electricity or toilets. What do they have tp do with the modern world? Religious Leader (usually through clenched teeth, trying to control their anger) - That’s what FAITH is you miserable sinner! Believing absurd things to keep your betters in power! How can we live our cushy lives of luxury while you work to support us if you don’t just mindlessly obey? How dare you question centuries of tradition that we teach because it’s total self serving and gives all the power to us? You are just supposed to be sheep! I knew letting you learn to think was a mistake! Critical Thinker (usually backing away from the fanatic ecclesiastic because they frothing at the mouth by this point) - I tell you what, you do you and I will do me and we are quits on everything else. I mean maybe of you were going to kiss me when you were done but since I’m not your type why don’t we just be friends? A few religions had caught on and changed their doctrine. They preached love, kindness, acceptance and charity. Their clergy became true public servants but even these religions were greatly reduced. People just didn’t trust them An argument was made for all the charitable work religions did and it was quickly pointed out that it always came with strings attached. “We will keep you from starving and teach you the things we want you to learn, but you have to believe in our god, accept our control of your life and all our prejudices” Religion said "No thanks". other people are offering to feed us and teach us without the strings. Thanks for the offer though" people in poorer areas said as their standard of living came up due to technology and personal mobility and religion lost it’s final hold It was mostly an academic study now. People tried to revive them now and then and had even had moderate success but once they reached a certain point the old patterns of hate and bigotry had always showed their ugly heads and people fled in droves This pulled The Light’s teeth. New religions would spring up occasionally but they always followed the patterns the revived old religions did and none ever really caught on Most people developed a one on one relationship with God and spirituality but kept their views to themselves ****************** The party went on for a long time, late into the night, as these ancient friends talked about the last thousand years and focused on the male half of the population since the only woman present had been so instrumental; in the changes to men’s lives Long before mankind freed itself from religion and it’s inherent problems she had broken down the barrier that kept same sex couples from having offspring together also she and many others had also done study after study showing that the root cause of many of the problems of the world and the thing that religion exploited the most was male insecurity and a need to dominate usually instilled on them by their insecure fathers who were backed up by what they learned in church Bisexual men and men who could at least accept that they sometimes had an attraction to other men had a far lower rate of domestic violence, drug and alcohol abuse and were generally more content with life than men who maintained that they were only attracted to women This latter group was lying to themselves and that was proved by study after study all over the world. It was the underlying stress of that self delusion that added to the problems mentioned before The first step was to remove all stigma from same sex attraction. It had been proven to be a natural part of the human condition and once religious bigots were no longer spouting hatred it only took a couple generations before there were more gay, nonbinary and bisexual people that there were straights When both social and religious stigma were removed the rates of those issues we mentioned dropped even further, except among men who strongly identified as “straight only. They rose among that population as these men denied their true natures out of stubborn, misguided pride, once again passed from father to son It soon became obvious when 98% of social problem were attributed to just 1% of the population that pretending you were 100% straight was the problem Don’t get me wrong. Almost 50% if the relationships in the world were male/female but most of these people accepted that same sex attraction was a natural part of life. They had it but just preferred the opposite sex, at least most of the time Monogamy had gone out of style with religion and most people had side relationships with both sexes to round out their lives It also needs to be noted that men who said they were 100^ gay and had absolutely no attraction to women were frowned upon by society as well, but they didn’t have the same rate of problems the straight men did The now global society came up with it’s own solution to the problem and the torque was the perfect way to implement it The torque was a biometric device that Agnes had come up with in her second century of life/ At first it was just a health monitor and a rudimentary mental link to various devices. Over time it’s function and uses expanded to the point that it was able to shield the body from infection, both viral and bacterial and use the body’s own resources to manufacture most prescription drugs and administer them, all your doctor had to do was upload the prescription. It also controlled every device around you, It got to where you couldn't even open a door without your torque The things were invisible most of the time, They were just under the skin around the neck but would glow sometimes when specific things happened Literally every person on earth had a torque. It was part of the normal delivery process to put one on a newborn. .It would painlessly sink below the skin and grow with it all it’s life. One of the first benefits of the torque to it’s wearer was it mostly prevented SIDS or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome, reducing it' by 97% so parents wanted their child to have one from the beginning To solve the “Straight man” problem every government in the world passed the same law The torques were updated for both men and women to be fair, both sexes had a new requirement but we will only talk about the one for men here. After his 18th birthday, a man’s torque would change. It would require at least 10 minutes of anal stimulation and the anal injection of a certain protein found only in semen once weekly after that point Your own semen would not work and neither would toys Basically every man on earth above the age of 18 was required to get fucked bareback and take a to load once a week. Exceptions could be made for people medically unable to do so of course as well as for people who chose a life of celibacy as well as for truly nonbinary people There was a 10 year introductory period, mostly to find and train enough “PIFs” before the penalties for noncompliance were enforced PIF stood for “Protein injection Facilitator” and these men were trained to be able to top anyone no matter the physical appearance and also to make the person being topped genuinely feel wanted. Every client left a PIF with the feeling that the man had enjoyed fucking them and found them attractive A fully trained PIF with the aid of really delicious protein and vitamin shakes and simple medical enhancements could fuck 10 times in an 8 hour day and still keep a significant other happy at home Statistics showed that about 50% of professional PIFs who had a significant other went home to female partners when their shift was done World wide, people in relationships were about 30% Male/Female couples, 25 % each for Male/Male or Female/Female couples and 15% people with multiple partners of either sex all in one relationship About 30% of the total world adult population was single at any given time There was no charge for going to a PIF as they were all public employees and you were not allowed to use the same PIF more than once a year. Every home on earth had a “Transport Door” and there were also publicly available ones in even the smallest communities. These doors would take you to any public place on Earth so getting to a PIF was no problem for anyone Many boys wanted to grow up to be a PIF and any boy could because PIFs of all races, shapes and sizes were needed A general PIF was usually an average looking guy who was friendly and warm to his clients and the sex was very vanilla. About 60% of men used general PIFs when they needed one Specialized PIF “franchises” popped up all over the world as well. Some of the popular “brands” were: Daddy, Daddy Bear, Cub, Chubby, Leather Man, Jock, Boy Next Door and Sissy Boy. There were other specializations and just about any type of man you wanted could be found as a PIF somewhere in the world. You could only use a PIF if it had been more than four days since your last load as you were encouraged to find them on your own. Some men proudly wore shirts or hats that said “Never PIFed” on them to show they could get all the raw cock they wanted. A lot of these men were lying though When you took a load your torque flashed green and when you gave one it flashes white. This was to let you and the man fucking you know the requirement had been met. At a week since your last load your torque would start to glow green and you had to take two loads to get it to stop, At two weeks it went to blue and you had to take three, At three weeks it went yellow and you had to take four. These things happened and it was no big deal At four weeks things got a bit more serious, Your torque started glowing orange and at that point any man could take your ass forcefully without your consent with no legal ramifications, as long as they didn’t injure you. Amy tactic was fair game, gang fucks, bondage or just plain forced sex and they could keep forcing you till your torque stopped glowing all together though they did have a limited time to do so This sparked a new kink and industry, “Orange Parks' ' popped up in many larger cities. They were like the bathhouses of old except they were larger. They usually had a maze or were in a mockup of an urban area or forest. Some looked like the stylized inside of a prison, though there had been no actual prisons for centuries. Old porn died hard If you were a man wanting to fuck you paid a small fee to enter. If you were a man with a forced sex fantasy you were given a glowing orange necklace and the fee you paid was based on how many loads you wanted to take before it stopped glowing. If your torque was actually glowing orange and you made it to the park without being stopped and dealt with you were let in for free The Orange Parks made a fortune and many men got their required loads that way. The park staff was always nearby to keep things from getting out of hand and everyone had fun acting out fantasies in a safe environment You had two months of orange glow and then you went red At that point your torque lost the ability to protect your health in some ways, It would let you be infected with HIV and the infection was allowed to progress any time your torque was red. No one had ever let that go on long enough to find out that it was a buff and your torque would NOT let you actually get sick. HIV was just a threat and deterrent, not a death sentence to the truly stupidly stubborn Your torque also started sending out a signal that would draw “PIPE” layer within 10 miles to you like a magnet when it was red PIPE stood for “Protein Injecting Penetrative Enforcer” and were jokingly referred to as “PIPE layers” The same rules applied . Any tactic short of serious physical injury was acceptable. The differences were that the PIPE layers were all "double poz" and when they infected someone with HIV they could take control of that person totally Being double poz meant that you had a normal strain of HIV in your cock and balls. A torque like device embedded like a cock ring under the skin that glowed red when you came, kept your normal torque from controlling the infection there so you could give it to someone who’s Torque was not protecting him. Just to be doubly sure that the PIPE layer was protected the rest of the body was infected with the Angel Strain of HIV, The cock ring torque kept the two strands separate As for taking total control of someone, All they had to do was say “I claim you” when they came in a violator, what usually happened then was that the PIPE layer would command them “stay in compliance from now on” and release then but they didn’t have to The man who let his torque go red could end up the slave of the PIPE layer for life. They could even be sold and ownership transferred, though this had to be approved by the one of the head PIPE layers (Tommy, Zeke, Mike, Jeff, Tony or Red) The system had been in place for over 200 years now and the incidents of social problems and crime in general had plummeted world wide So had incidents of depression and self harm. These had been almost totally wiped out Prisons had been abolished and such criminal acts that were committed by men were punished by making them public surrogates for other men for a certain number of pregnancies. They could be rented to carry a couple’s baby or knocked up to provide children for single men wanting to raise a child. The couple or man whose child they carried as responsible for the surrogate’s upkeep during the pregnancy and during recovery. There were many men who served as surrogates by choice but they could chose their clients. A public surrogate couldn't. It was first come first serve. Their surrogate fee went to the people their crime had harmed These men’s torques kept track of their location and kept them confined in a certain geographic region. It was far more effective than prisons and cost so much less In the last year there had been only three murders committed globally and all were by men who’s torques were glowing red. The punishment for murder was always the same. 20 surrogate pregnancies per victim. Which took about 35 years to finish. This had been an above average year for murders and many years had none at all One murderer furring the last century had been rented out by a wealthy Arab man for his last 12 pregnancies in a row, The two had married after the third and he had written a classic book about his life called “Mister Mother Was A Murderer” @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ The party wound down at about 2 AM local time. Tony and Red stayed so that Red could hold Tommy and Zeke while they slept while Tony held Red. They never forgot that for almost a century Red had been married to both Tommy and Zeke Tony was Red’ perfectly matched soul partner but both Tommy and Zeke were close matches as well and Zeke was Red’s half brother In the morning Tommy made breakfast for the four of them, The apartment had cleaned itself after the lights were turned out and looked perfectly normal when they woke As they walked away from the breakfast table the dishes vanished, only to reappear in the cupboard perfectly clean. The kitchen had cleaned it self while they ate Red laughed “No more fights between you two about doing the dishes” he said jabbing Zeke with a finger Tommy laughed "We have not had a serious fight in 830 years, not since Zeke had the very first “Self washing dishes” prototype one of Ze-Corp’s subsidiaries was working on installed. And that was 100% true, They had been together 10 centuries and the biggest bone of contention between them was who was going to wash the dishes. Like I said they were the perfect match for each other Zeke got a mental alert and though “Screen” A screen appeared floating in the air in front of him and Theo’s face appeared on it “We have a situation, one of out roving PIPE layers was hiking through a remote area in the mountains when his torque started going off like crazy, He sent a micro cam to the source" Theo reported He found a small village, only about 30 people. He checked the female torque channel and all the ladies are in compliance but he’s getting 15 signals on the male channel “The cam followed the men into a meeting that was a boys only, with a man dressed like a priest. He preached the typical “Divine right to be straight” bullshit along with a fair dose of misogyny, homophobia and racism. We have it all recorded. Oh, and the entire town is gathering for a wedding this afternoon we can get them all at once” Theo finished “You guys want to come?” Zeke said to Tommy, Red and Tony and they all nodded “I get the priest, I have something planned for him” Tommy said angrily “Gather as many Pipe layers as you can, who knows how many loads it’s going to take to get these idiots into compliance” Zeke said They assembled in the hangar, which was on what used to be a secret Air Force base hidden in the desert, 20 PIPE layers were there. It was just a short step through a transport door for those whose torques had the clearance code, and many old friends they had seen at the party last night were among them There were also 50 of Theo’s hand trained security forces ready to assist, They carried no weapons other than a long staff. There were no guns. The only gums left in the world were disabled and in museums. The rest had been melted down and the metal used for more useful things like… well anything The uniforms they wore looked like leather pajamas and they concealed many pockets with various items securely stowed. They were modeled after the original bathhouse pajamas Theo used to wear and were his idea of a joke. The men had no idea what they were wearing These pajamas were all the body armor these men needed. Much stronger than any body armor commercially or militarily available and yet they allowed total freedom of movement. These men were the most feared fighting force in the world. Theo had named them "The Power Puff Rangers" mashing together his two favorite childhood TV shows. The man's sense of humor got out of control sometimes. Again the men were not in on the joke “Wars” were now fount hand to hand with blunt weapons and were more competition than conflict. Every nation in the world ran itself for the most part but it’s leaders knew they were ultimately answerable to The Primes, two shadowy figures who ran the world and only members of the 100 knew The Primes were Zeke and Tommy, who also pretty much controlled the world economy as well through the power of Ze-Corm You were a citizen of whatever country you resided in but you could pick up and move anywhere in the world at any time. When a nation got troublesome it’s citizens were suddenly given huge incentives to move elsewhere and the fretful country would usually find itself almost empty. That personal mobility also kept governments from mistreating their citizenry The PIPE layer on scene signaled that the temporary transport door he carried with him was set up and functional. They all filled through into a mountain meadow somewhere in the world Tommy’s torque started a local region diagnostic at his mental prompt. He and Zeke had the only Prime Command Torques in the world. They could access any information anywhere, take over any control system and edit other people’s torques, shutting off their command abilities and even rendering them unconscious The rest of the 100 had similar abilities but they could not affect Tommy and Zeke “They have managed to cut their Transport doors off from the rest of the system. I’m sending out a world wide patch to fix the vulnerability they found and exploited” Tommy said to Zeke as they approached the village on foot. They could clearly hear multiple Red signals from ahead As they approached the town meeting hall they saw that a very recognizable religious symbol to anyone who knew much about religions was on the outside wall as well as other symbols Every member of the 100 in their party stiffened as they saw those symbols. People born in their era would instantly recognize them as symbols of fascism and racial hatred. Those symbols had no place in this era Tommy could hear a droning voice coming from within “One man and one woman as God” intended” as he reached the door “That’s it, let’s end this party now” He growled, pushing the door open The scene inside froze. It looked like a beautiful wedding service if you ignored the fact that the bride was being held in place by two men and her face was filled with loathing. Every man’s torque was glowing red The Puff Rangers moved in so quickly that the priest didn’t even have time to say “What is the meaning of this?” before he was being restrained by two pajama clad men The Bride broke free and ran to a woman in the front row who could have been her sister or her mother, you never knew nowadays Zeke approached the pair and noted the bruising on the bride’s face that cosmetics didn’t quite cover “How long have the transport doors been down?” he asked “About three months, about the same time the men's torques went orange” said the other woman “They have been telling us that they are starting a new society based on an old religion and that we will be much happier once we accept our natural place as subservient to men” she said with disgust “They weren’t getting anywhere so they held a meeting and voted in a new “law” saying that their was no such thing as spousal rape and started planning the “weddings”. I was the first and he had to force me to even come in the building” The bride said angrily “Do you mind?” Zeke said gently reaching for her chin She shook her head no and he gently turned her face to the light, there was a lot of barely concealed bruising Tommy had been watching and he mentally activated a protocol that started getting things ready “They were all getting abusive because none of us would comply” the other woman said and Zeke decided she was mother and not sister All the other women nodded Out in the town square the public transport door activated and started glowing a gentle green “Ladies.” Tommy said raising his voice slightly “The transport door in the square is active and it will take you to a medical facility where you will be checked for injury. If you feel up to it there will be people there to get your full stories. Counseling sessions will be set up and I am afraid these are mandatory until your councilor heels you no longer need them. All the counselors are female and have been in practice for decades, We assembled the best in the world for you” This protocol was always kept in place and could handle much larger groups of victims if it needed to. Just because it had been over 30 years since it had last been activated did not mean it was scrapped. They even held yearly drills to keep the people involved sharp “Thank you” the bride said to Tommy and Zeke as the security forces led them out “You can’t leave! You are my wife! It’s your duty to serve me and submit!” The groom yelled angrily as the bride ignored him and walked out He looked at Zeke and Tommy since they seemed to be in charge, seething in anger “You have no authority here! This village is an independent nation!” he spat at them “Ummm Calvin, we have not actually gotten around to declaring that, no one wanted to fill out the form because they are so long so we put it off” one of the other men said “Shut up you idiot!” the priest snapped “Sorry brother Alvin” The man said sounding abashed The groom and the priest looked very similar. Tommy accessed their tongues and found that they were both 20 years old and twins They were beautiful men. He had to admit that. They were tall, muscular, smooth, light blond hair and vivid blue eyes. Calvin had hair the fell on his shoulders an a few inches down his back while Alvin's hair was shorth and that was about the only difference between them “I’ve got Calvin and Tommy has already claimed the priest. PIPE layers make sure they get the gift they deserve and if you Rangers want to throw a few loads in feel free, any load will do once a PIPE layer has knocked them up and taken control of them. These men have some punishment coming beyond just being fucked back into compliance” Zeke said “Strip them” Zeke said and the soldiers holding the blond twins ripped the clothes off them They both had really nice bubble butts and cocks that were on the small side of average “It figures” Zeke thought as he walked up to stand before Calvin ‘This is going to be fun” Zeke said rubbing his cock through his pants and eyeing the naked and very angry man appreciatively "I hope you are a virgin. I love pozzing virgins who think they are straight" They bent the two over the altar in the makeshift church and tied their hands behind their back as the two struggled and yelled protests to no avail "Just shut up and take your fucking" One of the Puff Ranger holding Calvin down said "When he;s done with you I'm going to ass a load or two my self. It's going to take days to fuck you back into compliance" Zeke and Tommy stepped up behind the law breakers, dropped their pants and moved their cocks to those unprotected neg holes. The HIV in their cocks and balls was no tame Angel Strain, but normal HIV. It was a deterrent after all. As long as these men stayed in compliance it would never progress Neither was gentle as they shoved in and their victims bellowed in pain “That’s right bitch, scream! I want this to hurt! I never want you to forget this moment! The things are trying to resurrect here are abhorrent! Fascisms? Racism? Misogyny? It has taken centuries for society to burry those things and you want to bring them back?” Tommy snarled as he forced his thick, eight inch, poz cock about halfway into what he realized was a virgin ass “We will rise up and return control of the world to White Men as God always intended! The other races will be subjugated and women will be put in their place!” the defrocked priest snarled through his pain “Wrong answer bitch!” Tommy growled as he rammed the rest of his cock in making Brother Alvin scream again Zeke was no gentler and he had two more inches of poz cock to work with than Tommy did He managed to get in balls deep on the first trust and immediately started brutally slam fucking the abusive fuck beneath him “You think it makes you a man to hit a women huh? You think it makes up for that little cock of yours? You were born to be another man’s cum dump and that’s what I am going to make you, you pathetic tiny cocked bully! How does feel being the weaker one now? Not so good? Maybe think about that next time you decide to his someone weaker than you” he snarled into Calvin’s face as he slid in and out fast. his huge balls slapping the much smaller balls of this bully boy “You know I have HIV and that I’m going to infect you with it. You studied the AIDS epidemic in history. It’s requited curriculum, so you know what it can do to you if you don’t stay in compliance after this. I enjoy pozzing stupid men like you, who open themselves up to it. I have pozzed more men than you can imagine and I’m going to add you to the list and there is not a damn thing you can do about it” Zeke said as he picked up the pace He looked up at Tommy across the altar from him and nodded, they drug that first fuck out making both of those neg holes raw. The torques would guarantee infection on the first load but they wanted to make these two bastards hurt Finally Zeke and Tommy came together timing it perfectly, filling those more than receptive neg asses with virus . The red torques beneath them briefly flashed green acknowledging the load and they both said “I claim you” taking total control of these two who thought they could tear down the world Tommy and Zeke had spent 1000 years building together *********************************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Appropriate Punishments Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Warren was depressed. He loved his husband of just two years but something was missing. Ted has been so dashing in the beginning. He had continued to pursue Warren even after he had been told that Warren was already seriously dating someone else Ted had seemed like such a bad boy. You know the type, exciting, daring, could never hold a job, incredible looking and you just knew he would be fantastic in bed. He had seemed so dangerous! He would show up at Warren’s work on a motorcycle and bring him flowers at lunch time and all the girls in the office would tell him he was so lucky to have a hot guy chasing him Warren had finally given in and the sex was better than he imagined. Ted was hung and all top. He could fuck for hours and knew how to keep a bottom happy. Warren had ended it with his old boyfriend and started dating Ted Ted really did love him and he started cleaning up his act. Getting a steady job and settling down a bit. By the time they got married Ted had sold the motorcycle but he still treated Warren like the center of the universe Warren had everything a gay bottom boy could want but like so many bottom boys he craved more. He had deleted all his profiles on the hook up apps but then went back and made new ones that could not be identified as him, just to look and peruse other profiles On the Bareback Only site he had seen a profile with the name Apex Predator and had opened it several times. He always read the header “Warning! If you are completely happy with your man do not read further” and always stopped, going to the next profile Tonight, Ted lay sleeping soundly after they had fucked. As always it had been great for both of them but he sat in bed with his phone looking at that warning and thinking “Am I totally happy? Ted is the best husband ever but I miss my Bad Boy. I miss the feeling of danger he used to have. Besides, what harm could it do to look” He swiped the profile further up and almost gasped at the first picture ************ The man sat angled in a black chair with one long leg bent at the knee and propped up on the seat. He had long, unkempt, greasy hair and a scraggly beard, his muscles hung loosely on his tall lanky body and you could count his ribs under a light dusting of chest hair. His pelvis had almost no padding left at all and on his lower hip was a biohazard tattoo over a couple words His cock hung down a foot it seemed and looked even more oversized because of his thin, frail looking body. It was the thickest cock Warren had ever seen. The sexiest thing about him though was the evil, predatory gleam in his green eyes, that seemed to glow and the sneer of contempt on his face as he ran a long, bony finger along that cock It was like he knew he had you as soon as you saw that cock, saw him, felt the danger and allure he radiated in equal measure. This man would wreck your life and drag you down to hell but you knew you would feel so good while he did it you would not care abut the consequences till afterwards The next picture was a closeup on the tattoo and the words under it were “Apex Predator” . The biohazard tattoo was black and a toxic green and seemed to drip poison onto the words below The final picture was of the man’s cock from the side with a ruler held next to it. The tip of his cock stuck out a fraction beyond the ruler but the cock had an arch that had to add at least an inch to the length. It looked somewhat thicker than a beer can it’s entire length. Large blue veins bulged all along the shaft The mans stats read: Height 6 ft 6 in Weight 175 lbs Age 31 Hair Black Body hair Moderate Eyes Green Cock size 12 inches plus HIV Status Poz, Unmedicated Position Top only BB Preference Bareback Only - No pulling out Partner status Neg, no PrEP The text read: I am only interested in two kinds of guys The first is neg guys who are cheating on a neg partner. You must be cheating. No cuckold situations. No open relationships. I want to breed you, infect you and for you to take it home tip your loving., unsuspecting partner/husband. I want to give you my gift and for you to share it with him without him knowing. If you are reading this, he is not satisfying you, so he deserves it and you deserve the satisfaction you know in your soul only I can give you The second type is neg anal virgins. Men who think they are straight move to the front of the line. I can tell if someone is lying to me or if they are already poz. I can also smell PrEP. You will only get one chance so don’t blow it Most of you will close my profile now and try to forget it but you will look again tomorrow or next week. You were doomed the moment you swiped down but I did warn you Most of you can’t meet my standards anyway but if you think you can message me. You may get the opportunity to service me and get my gift. You won’t know until you send that message ************** Warren was rock hard but he still closed the profile. He was a nurse in a hospice, He had seen HIV patients who looked only a little worse than this man come in and he had cared for them. None had turned him on at all but this Apex Predator did Warren would never want to bring HIV home to his wonderful Ted. The thought was ridiculous! It was evil! It was hot… NO not hot! It was wrong! And oh so hot... Warren went into the bathroom, pulled up the pictures of Apex Predator again and beat off his chubby six inch cock twice, though he had just gotten off with Ted, while they fucked He went back to bed and promised himself he would never look at that evil profile again but over the next weeks he thought about it constantly. When Ted fucked him he fantasized it was that huge poz cock, bare, sliding in and out of him, ready to share it’s gift of virus and infection ******* He and Ted had had a small fight about something unimportant and Warren knew he had been in the wrong but was being a little bitch about it. Ted’s job was sending him to a training seminar that would keep him out of town for the weekend and they had not really resolved things As he walked out the door Ted had stopped, put down his bag and taken Warren in his arms, kissing him “You know, I don’t care who was wrong, all I care about is that I love you and I am going to miss you so much” and then he had turned, picked up his bag and walked out, waving to Warren who stood forlornly in the open door as he got in his car Warren sighed as he watched him drive off. Ted was wonderful. Ted was the prefect, romantic, loving husband. He was everything Warren could want. Loyal, forgiving… Irritating Just once Warren had wanted some anger sex. A little roughness, some harsh words while his husband fucked him hard. Maybe even a hard slap on the ass. Ted had plenty of time for a quick fuck, but no, he had to leave an hour earlier than necessary just in case. Warren had deliberately picked this fight with him wanting some excitement!, Wanting his Bad Boy back! Wanting to feel that danger again... He pulled out his phone and edited his profile on the bareback )nly site ************* He renamed it “HIV Negative boy in a strictly closed Marriage” and uploaded a picture of his ass and body Stats: Height 5 ft 7 in Weight 135 lbs Age 28 Hair Blond Body hair Moderate Eyes Blue Cock size 6 inches and chubby HIV Status Neg. Recently Tested, Not on PrEP Position Bottom only BB Preference Bareback Only - Only with my husband Partner status Neg, no PrEP Very in love with my husband. Only on here to look and message with friends occasionally Then he messaged Apex Predator ****************** He had been born in the states of Greek immigrant parents. They had named him Apollo Preda. A friend in college had nicknamed him “Apex Predator” because he consistently got all the cutest boys into his bed, Even the straight ones if he wanted them In his junior year he had given all that up though because he had met Peter, a stunning blond haired, blue eyed freshman who seemed to sparkle in Apollo's eyes. The sex was great, Peter loved his huge cock and could take him without complaint. Apollo had fallen for the boy hard and they were talking about marrying someday Every day he did something special fir Peter if he could. He treated him like the sun rose and set just for him. One day he saw Peter hanging out with am older man, muscular, harry and handsome but didn’t think much of it A couple weeks later he nursed Peter through a flu like illness that lasted 3 days, making sure he was comfortable and got enough fluids. It was about three months later, a few weeks before they would be headed home for the summer that Peter said he wanted to try topping. Apollo didn’t even think about it. If his Peter wanted to top him then he would. Peter had a thick 6 ½ inch cock and he was very gentle the first time. After that they both topped when the mood hit them through Peer got rougher as time went on About a month before the end of term Apollo got sick and had the flu for three days. Peter took care if him but was gone for a few hours each day The term ended and they promised to keep in touch and call each other every day Peter didn’t miss a day till about two weeks into their summer break and then a few days later Apollo could bit reach him for three days, “I’m just so bust with family Baby, I’m sorry I will do better” Peter said and he did for about a week/ Then he started missing days again About two months into summer vacation Apollo heard from Peter for the last time, in a long text: First of all Apollo I do love you. Someday you will make some lucky boy a great man but that boy won't be me The man you saw me with was named Vince but I call him Master now, He treats me like a slut, whores me out to his friends and he deliberately infected me with HIV I love the way he treats me. I’m addicted to it. He told me the only way he would be my forever Master was if I Infected you. That’s why I started topping you. I’m fairly sure that when you got sick it was the “bug flu” and that if you go get tested you will find that you are HIV positive as well. I am dropping out of school to be Master’s full time slave. My family is upset but they don’t understand. I’m so lucky to have my Master and to serve him Master says he hopes you enjoy his gift and I hope you forgive me someday and find happiness with some boy who deserves you. Not a worthless slut like me I’m blocking your number after I send this. Please don’t try to find me, I have hurt you enough already Peter ********** Apollo cried for three weeks straight. He was not out to his family but he blew that secret out of the water when his mom asked him what was wrong His dad’s response was “That's what you get for being a faggot” The dark voice in Apollo’s mind started whispering to him about then Dad would have thrown Apollo out of the house but it belonged to mom, Everything belonged to mom. She was a rich girl who married a baker’s son because she loved him. That was years ago though and his dad was the one who got thrown out of the house and quickly, efficiently divorced “You don’t mess with my son. If I ever meet this Peter he will rue the day he was born and as for your father. I stopped loving his bigoted ass a long time ago” Mom had said and Apollo felt a little better A week or so before school started again Apollo was walking past a downtown bar and heard a familiar voice drift through the door as someone excited “Divorcing me because of that faggot son of hers” his dad’s voice slurred until it was cut off by the door closing That dark voice in his mind made a few suggestions and Apollo swerved and went into the bar He went to the far end the bar., not letting his father see him as he slipped into the attached package store and made a few purchases, then slipped back into the bar and waited, sipping on a club soda He followed his drunk dad as he left and when they got to the cheep hotel the older man was staying in he called out “Het Dad! Wait! His Dad turned, almost falling over and said “What do you want faggot?” “Just to talk Dad, I still love you, you are my Dad, can’t we talk things out?” he said Then he pulled a bottle of his Dad’s favorite bourbon out of the bag he was carrying “We can share this and talk Dad” He said in a wheedling voice His Dad’s eyes lit up “Sure Son! Come on in! I have been having to drink the cheap stuff since your mom dumped me” he said opening the door Three drinks later the bigot was snoring. He had not noticed Apollo was not drinking at all Apollo poured another drink and went over to his dad, slapping his face “Wake up and finish your drink Dad” He said in a commanding tone The man opened his eyes but only finished half the drink before he was passed out again Apollo slapped him again and when that didn’t work he opened the man’s shirt and pinched both his nipples hard, then torched his Dad in some very inappropriate places ti see if he would wake up Nothing got a response He hauled his Dad to the bed, stripping him completely naked and noted “My cock must come from Mom’s side of the family" as his dad’s very average sized cock flopped around “He does have a nice ass for an old man though” he thought, slapping those firm round cheeks. When his dad didn’t make a sound Apollo pulled the man’s belt out of his pants and went to town on that ass, spanking the man with a vengeance. He had felt this belt often enough growing up when he had done something wrong When his Dad’s ass glowed red he dropped his own pants. He was rock hard, Who knew hurting someone could be so hot He put the bottle and cup on the side table and mounted his father’s ass, ramming in brutally, sinking about six inches in that unsuspecting ass before it tightened convulsively and stopped him That got a reaction. His Dad started to wake up and Apollo put a drink in his hand bringing it to his lips. He drank it down and soon was asleep again, his ass unclenching and letting his Son work his toxic cock into that straight neg ass He pounded his father’s black furred ass until his balls stated to tighten, ready to breed his old man with his toxic virus “I wonder if you will still call us faggots after you test poz” He bent down and whispered in his fathers ear as his poz seed filled that undefended neg ass He kept his dad drunk and passed out and bred him a total of five times before dressing and laving the knocked up bitch face down on the bed, his ass dripping toxic cum "Enjoy my gift Dad" he said from the door as he left The day before he left to go back to college his Dad came by to pick up a few things from the house since it was obvious by now that his mom was not going to take him back She had an errand to run and really didn't want to talk to him so she left Apollo to watch him. They were in his mam’s bedroom when his dad bent over to get something. Apollo came up behind him and grabbed his hips, grinding his crotch into that ass “I enjoyed fucking you the other night Dad, you might want to get tested in a few months though, you probably have HIV. Your just another poz faggot now, or so everyone will think" he told the bigot Apollo outweighed his dad by 30 pounds of solid muscle and was 8 inches taller than him so he was not afraid of the man in the least. They both knew who would win if it came to a fight To his surprise his Dad moaned a little then stood up quickly, trying to cover it “I don’t know what you are talking about Son” The older man blustered but Apollo saw the little pup tent in the front of his pants “You were awake for part of that, You enjoyed it. You fucking bastard! You call me a faggot when you are the one who enjoys getting fucked!” Apollo said angrily “I had never been fucked before! You never checked but I came twice while you were in me. It just felt so dirty and so good” his dad said blushing Apollo stepped to the man and turned him around, twisting his arm behind him and reaching around to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down He dropped his own pants and forced his father to bend over, slamming his cock up his ass in hard, violent jabs “If you weren’t poz before you will be by the time I am done with you this time you fucking Bitch” he snarled "You are going crave your own son's cock up your ass, every day, for the rest of your life you pathetic faggot" His Dad didn’t fight him at all, In fact, he was eventually moaning and pushing back, even as his own son bred him with virus laden cum Apollo came in him three times within half an hour, then told him to get his shit and get the fuck out Back at school “Apex Predator” was reborn he even started calling himself “Apex” and soon everyone was calling him that He would see a boy walking across campus and the dark voice would whisper “That one” in his mind Within an hour Apex would have the man on his back, in his dorm room, taking his cock bare, breeding them with his toxic seed then kicking him out callously if they wanted to talk or cuddle afterwards He would go out to the local gay bar and look for couples, he always knew if they were out looking for a third or just enjoying a night out together but were closed. He also came to recognize the feelings, one for poz and one for neg, Finally he came understand the unattractive smell some neg men had faintly about them was PrEP in their blood When he spotted a closed couple he would wait for one to walk off to get drinks or go to the restroom and would simply walk up, push the other against the wall and start kissing them, He would press their hand to his usually rock hard cock through the leather of his pants and say “That wants to be in your raw” and any protests would usually cut off They usually barely resisted as he pulled them to the back room, turned them, pushed their pants down and pinned them against the wall with his cock splitting their ass open painfully. “I’m poz and you will be soon” He would whisper in their ear. “Make sure you share my gift with your husband” then he would slam in a few more strokes and breed those unprotected neg asses deep and knocking them up with his virus. Then sending them back, shame faced to their men after they straighten their clothes. For some reason they all just accepted what he had done to them. They were all sluts who secretly wanted it, they were all like Peter He would watch from nearby as they found their husbands and made some excuse. They usually left soon, sometimes shooting him a troubled glance or two before they did He finished last year of college and celebrated with a trip to Las Vegas where he happened upon a tattoo shop just off the strip. He was surprised to find that the owner was Mike of the singing duo Billy and Mike. “Give it to me” was one of his favorite songs and Mike was rumored to have a cock about the size of Apex’s own and also to be poz “I get in the mood to put my hands on a tattoo gun now and then. I like to keep in practice in and the tattoo artist who usually runs the shop for me has the week off” Mike told him “So how can I help you?” Apex told him what he wanted and Mike grinned, looked around and then pulled up his shirt to reveal the biohazard tattoo on his lower hip in front They designed the Apex Predator, biohazard tattoo together, Mike drawing a sketch on paper. When all was agreed they made an appointment to meet back hertz early the next day, the tattoo would take several hours The next day they both got rock hard as soon as the tattooing started and could tell that they were a comparable size from the bulges snaking down their thighs but it didn’t go any further, They could both tell the other was not a bottom and there was that professionalism thing on Mike’s part. Mike chose to forget that his Boy, Hank had started out as a client When the tattoo was finished Mike told him how to care for it over the next week or so till it healed Apex spent the next few years pozzing every neg virgin he could and breaking up neg couples. He didn't really force anyone, they were all just worthless sluts who threw away love for a rush of lust. They deserved to lose their men He his health started to worsen and even the drk voice in his head suggested he go on meds but he refused. He got thinner and thinner but it just made the neg boys want him more ************************* The Darkness looked out from behind Apollo/Apex’s eyes The other forces in the world thought it wanted to end the world but what fun was that? If it did that who would it have to play with? These mortals made great toys Destroying people’s relationships or even destroying their soul was so much more fun than ending the world, Besides, even the ones it destroyed had fun while it was happening. They were getting what they asked for. They wanted to be destroyed deep down inside The Darkness had an opposite called The Light naturally You would think that it was all about love and happiness but no All The Light cared about was making up arbitrary moral codes and using it’s followers to force others to live by them. Far more evil had been done because of The Light than because of The Darkness. Bigotry. racism, religious fanaticism? Lay all those right at The Light's feet Apollo/Apex was The Darkness's very best agent and he was going to let that stupid virus The Darkness had gotten him infected with to recruit him, kill him "Not of I have anything to say about it, and I do” The Darkness though Two other forces in the world. Order and Chaos, had brought about a new strain of HIV that was non lethal. It also had a fairly good chance of passing from a bottom to a top during unprotected sex The Darkness got Apollo/Apex to respond to a hook up add for a ginger haired slut boy taking loads in a hotel room. It turned off it’s agent’s poz sensing ability as he got there. t had to send Apollo/Apex back three times over several months before it was sure the man was inflected with The Angel Strain of HIV To hide what it had done The Darkness stopped its agent’s physical appearance from changing as his HIV was suppressed by the Angel Strain. Apollo/Apex goy healthier but he didn’t look healthier and that was just fine with The Darkness ***************** Apex did notice that he generally had felt better for the last few months. He had even put on about 15 pounds but then the weight gain stopped He no longer looked like a walking skeleton but he didn’t look anywhere near the optimal weight for his height He could however go about clothed and draw far less attention than before when people shied way from the obviously sick man. Well the neg boys hadn't shied away and still didn't His phone pinged and he recognized the sound of a message from the Bareback Only hookup app. He got sevral a day bit most were from saying “I know I don’t meet all your standards but…” these just got deleted This one was from a profile titled “HIV Negative boy in a strictly closed Marriage” He was sitting in his car outside the hotel a neg boy who was cheating on his husband and he planned to poz and send back home to infect his unsuspecting man “Interesting” Apex thought as he read he message later. Right now a cheating slut was waiting for his virus to infect him. He got out of his car and went to room 306 where the slut said he was waiting The neg man let him in "Hi, my name is Ted" He said nervously as Apex looked him up and down Apex almost laughed, remembering the message he had just read "Well Ted, lets get you pozzed up like the worthless slut you are" Apex said starting to undress *************************************************************************************** I’m going to try to keep Apex evil and heartless for as long as I can but you know me, There will eventually be a “Tommy” like character introduced most likely Let me know if you want Apex kept like he is Scanbu

Chapter 1 – I Learn My Place Doug and I have been playing together for several years. We started out with flip fucking when we’d get together but have added a few more things to the repertoire now. These days, we start out by getting spun and then get into some serious ass play. We both love having our asses worked over and enjoy working on each other’s holes too. We’ve talked about and lived out lots of our fantasies. Doug got a sling a few years ago, which is an integral part of our play. Fisting came about at my suggestion one time. We’ve engaged in bondage play, group scenes, role play, and lots more. While his hand was in my ass the last time that we played, Doug asked me what I thought about being his slave for the day. Basically, I would have to submit to whatever requests he made of me without complaint. We talked it through and came up with a few ground rules. I don’t slam, but Doug does, and I told him I didn’t want to be forced to do a slam. Also, no women, blood, shit, or extreme pain. He agreed to those terms, and we set aside a weekend for this. Doug wanted me in an orange jockstrap, a black leather harness, and a collar. I already had the jockstrap but needed to buy the other items. He told me that he would provide everything else except for the T. As his slave, I was supposed to provide that for him, so I talked to my dealer and arranged for a pickup the day before. I also bought a new bubbler pipe for us, since a good slave always provides his master with excellent service. And, a good slave always verifies the quality of any product provided to his master, so I had little choice but to sample the goods prior to the day. At last, the day arrived. Per Doug’s instructions, I shaved my balls and shaft but left the rest of my hair in place. Both of us are hairy, with Doug having a thicker pelt than me. He’s of Mediterranean descent, so his swarthy skin is covered in a dense forest of fur. It is especially thick between his pecs, around his cock, and around his hole. I’m from Eastern European stock, so my hair is finer, and my skin is fair. I have a hairy chest and ass, with a nice cluster around my hole. As for the rest of the details, we’re both in our 50s and in relatively good shape. Doug is more defined than me due to his more regular workouts, but we both love to eat and drink, and it shows. He has a thick 7” cock, while mine is equally thick and just a little bit longer. We’ve joked that fucking each other is almost like fucking yourself since our cocks are so similar. And we both love dildos, fisting, and other types of assplay. That Saturday, I got ready at home, doing a good cleanout and shower. Then, I put the orange jockstrap and the black leather harness under my clothes. My place is not too private, so I needed to be reasonably attired to get to my car, but Doug’s place is secluded enough that we often play outdoors. The sling in his playroom is also a good draw! I drove over to his house with plans to arrive at 8 in the morning. This way, we could play all day and even go into another day if we wanted. I got to his place a little early, so I pulled off the road and stripped down to my jock and harness. I put the collar in place and switched my shoes for a pair of flip-flops in case we went outside. Once it was 8:00, I walked up to his door. The slave always has access to his master’s house, so I walked right in. Doug heard me and yelled, “Kitchen,” so I went there. He looked awesome. He was wearing a red jockstrap that framed his hairy ass perfectly. Those mounds and the sweet hole between them really turned me on. He also had on a matching red harness that disappeared into the pouch of his strap. I assumed he had a cock ring on that was attached to the harness. “Lick my ass,” Doug commanded. He leaned forward onto the counter, and I dove into his hairy hole. I fucking love to eat ass, so this was not a difficult task to perform. While I was eating his hole, he was drinking coffee and looking over some apps on his phone. I was crouched down on the floor, spreading my ass open while licking, sucking, prodding, and tongue fucking his hole. He has a wonderfully hairy ass that always retains a musky and exciting smell. I loved my service to him and reached back to play with my hole. “My hole, not yours,” Doug bellowed when he noticed what I was doing. I pulled my hands away and used them to spread his ass wider for my tongue. When he was done getting his ass eaten, he turned around and mashed my face into the pouch of his jock. This was a well-worn item and had been through a lot of sexy times. It had a heady aroma of cum, sweat, and piss on it, and I eagerly mouthed his cock through the fabric. I could feel the metal cock ring that surrounded his dick, and it turned me on even more. He quickly grew hard but pulled me away, saying that he didn’t want to cum yet. I literally had all day, so I was willing to wait. Next, Doug told me to vacuum under all the furniture in his living room. I needed to bend over to do this, and I figured that he wanted me to show off my ass while I did this chore. I’m always up for showing off my ass and wanted to keep him pleased, so I was happy to comply. While I was vacuuming, Doug came over and spread my cheeks open to display my hole. “Nice hairy hole, slave,” he said to me. I made my hole pulse when he said this so he would know I appreciated the compliment. When I finished this task, he told me to take the vacuum into the playroom and tidy it up. I went in and was pleased to see that the place was in pretty good shape. I rolled a cart over near the bottom of the sling and placed various lubes and some poppers on it. In my own anal way, I laid out the dildos on the tray sorted by size. We could (and likely would) work up to the largest ones as the day progressed. Then, I put a small table next to the side of the sling with some more poppers on it. I ensured that the camera was aimed properly at the sling, that the full-length mirror reflected the right stuff, and placed some absorbent pads on the floor. I placed a stool at the foot of the sling. Then, I wiped down the sling and noticed a St Andrews cross that hadn’t been there before. I made certain that it was clean and ready, too. I packed the bubbler with product and placed the baggie and torch nearby for use. As a final task, I plumped the pillows on the bed and vacuumed the floor. The playroom looked very ready for use. “Your room is ready, master,” I said when I returned to the living room. Doug was sitting in his recliner with one hand down the front of his jock while working his phone with his other hand. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied as he got up. I meekly followed him into the room, enjoying the sight of his hairy ass as he walked down the hall. He walked in and began his inspection. He nodded in approval at my organization on the rolling cart, noted the cleanliness of the equipment, and smiled when he saw that the bed had been dressed nicely. There was a play sheet under the cotton sheet to catch any fluids that might leak out. Nodding his approval, he walked over to the sling. His back was to the sling, and he told me to help him get into position. Hugging him tightly, I lowered him into the sling. Then, I took one of his feet, licked it a few times, and situated it in the stirrup. With his next foot, I sucked in his big toe before putting it in the stirrup. This seemed to excite him since we had never done any footplay before. I helped him get the pillow properly placed for his comfort and then asked if he needed anything more. “Not now, slave. Eat my ass.” Eager to obey and please, I sat on the stool and leaned forward to get my face into his ass crack. He has an awesome ass, with a good coating of hair everywhere that gets denser as it approaches his hole. I love seeing the hair get all matted down with lube and spit as we play. It’s really awesome to see the hairs gliding through lube on a toy or an arm, too. He pushed his ass out, displaying his inner walls to me. I bent forward and wrapped my lips around his hole, and sucked his hole. When I’m rimming, it’s like I’m making out with the guy’s hole. I lick it, swirl my tongue in the areas around it, suck it, probe it with my tongue, and more. Doug likes when I eat his ass, and he seemed ready to settle in for a long session. As I was eating his ass, he placed his hand on my head and pulled me up. “I am not spun,” he growled. I hastened over to the pipe and torch and brought them to him. I held the torch to the product and watched as it melted and smoke began to fill the bowl. When it was ready, I placed the bubbler at his lips, keeping the torch lit and moving so he could have as much as he wanted. He inhaled, held it for a bit, and then blew out a huge cloud. “Again,” he said, so I prepared another hit for him. We did this several times until he said, “Why are you wasting the smoke, slave? Inhale my smoke for your pleasure.” So, we shotgunned the next several hits. He had to be seriously spun since I was flying from just the leftovers. He told me to take two deep hits, which I gladly did. I returned the pipe and torch to their original location, making sure to bend at the waist as I put them down so that he could get a good look at my ass. He smiled at me as I walked back and took a seat on the stool. “Poppers,” he demanded. I picked up the bottle, uncapped it, and held his nostril as he did several deep hits. When I capped them, I kept them in my hand so that I could start rimming his ass again immediately. He was writhing in pleasure, calling me his sex slave and encouraging me with positive words. When I looked up from my rimming, I saw that Doug had pushed aside the pouch on his jockstrap, and his cock was hanging out. “May I, master,” I queried, eyeing his ringed cock. He nodded, so I put his cock into my mouth. He immediately let a gush of precum flow out, which I happily swallowed. He tends to precum a lot, and I love tasting his juices. I sucked on his dick, then he pushed me down to his balls. He has massive balls, and I can only fit one in my mouth at a time. I slavered over them, rolling them around in my mouth and occasionally going up to lick his cockhead. He rewarded me with several spurts of precum before pushing my head back down to his hole. I ate his hole adoringly. The taste and texture of his hole is wonderful, and it looks amazing when it’s opened up for a rimming. The hair around his hole holds some great aromas, and I inhaled deeply and appreciatively. I could have stayed there longer, but he tapped me on the head. When I looked up, he said, “Get me out of this,” indicating the sling. I grabbed both of his arms and helped him stand up. When he was upright, I directed my gaze downward (OK, so I was looking at his cock!) and said, “Thank you, master.” He nodded and directed me to the bed. I crawled onto the bed on all fours, letting Doug see my asshole in all its glory. He grinned approvingly but said that he wanted to smoke some more. I needed to fill the bowl again and kept my ass facing him as I did so. When it was ready, I melted some crystals into a nice fog and helped him to take a hit. He nodded at me, which I interpreted as the OK to do my own inhalation. I did, and he said, “Hold it until I tell you to let it go.” I held it for a long time, and then he allowed me to exhale. He had me do four more hits this way, holding the smoke in for a long time. He took a few more hits and handed me the bubbler and torch. I put them on the table, and Doug told me to get in the sling. He left the room while I was getting myself situated in the sling. Luckily, I’m fairly adept at getting my feet in the stirrups and my ass into the proper position. Once he knew I was settled, he returned to the room. He turned on the camera and made sure that it was providing a good, well lit view of my ass. He made a few slight adjustments and then sat down on the stool. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” “Yes, master.” And he slapped my ass. “Are you a good slave?” This time, I said, “That is for my master to determine.” No slap this time. And he replied, “Damn right it is!” He had been lubing his hands while asking me this. Now, he put his fingers at my hole and said, “Your master is pleased,” before shoving three fingers into my ass. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he asked if everything was OK. “Yes, master.” “Good, because this is just the start,” he snarled. My ass understood the intent of that statement and pulsed in response. While he was talking, he was moving his fingers around inside me. Doug knows that my ass opens readily, and the T that we’d just smoked would make it even more open. We’ve played sober and spun, but I definitely prefer spun! “Your master controls your body.” “Yes, master,” I said as I felt another finger enter my ass. “I decide what happens to your body.” “Yes, master.” This time, he started to push his whole hand into my ass. I instinctively pushed out a little, letting him have easy access to my hole. His hand slid in up to his wrist.

I am now an official cum dump For the last three weeks I have been getting fucked by a local guy He is married with3 kids He is about 45 and has a wonderful 8 “ big divk He works very close and gets off at 5. Today he asked if I could be his regular cum dump. The plan is if he gets horny after work after work he will text me Give me time to clean out. He came over today.I wait for him bare ass on bed He comes is strips and I suck him a little He then pounds my hole till he cums. He wants to use my ass at least once or maybe twice a week All he wants is a hole to fuck we will see how this works but it is a good start

A couple weeks ago I took a trip to Florida to get away.... needed a few days off to unwind. I was to visit friends, but my flight was getting into Orlando later in the evening. I decided to get a hotel rather than arrive at their home late (ya, thats the ticket) I booked a trashy cum-dump hotel. I put a posting on the apps. but unfortunately my flight got delayed and messed that up. I was disappointed as about 20 guys had signed up to flood my ass. I know that number is never real as unfortunately those numbers are never really real. (sorry guys).. I really wish my flight would have been ontime. I was hoping for all those men to use my hole and fill me up!! I got to the hotel and was ass up as soon as I could. From the time I checked in and checked out the next morning. 9 guys had bred my hole. I love the door unlatched and waiting ass up. Love when my hole get flooded with cum. The sloppier the better. Some of the loads were in the late evening hours, but 4 were in the morning. I was trying to check out, but kept getting hit up and asked if I would take a load. Of course. The last one I was dressed and was ready to walk out the door. I turned around, pulled my pants down and waited ass up for the load to be deposited. Success, load number 9!! I traveled to visit friends, no loads for two days!! I then checked into a hotel in Fort Lauderdale. Took five more loads over the two days I was at the hotel. Love ass up anon breedings. Love my hole sloppy with cum. One evening I went to Club 321, nothing notable to mention there. I think because I am older, guys are not interested in my ass even know its a great hole to use!! Off to SanFran this week, hoping to collect a few loads!!

I’m not a guy who loses interest after I cum (unless I have somewhere to be or something to do). I’m also married and vers so I probably don’t fit the usual mold of respondents here. - If it’s with my husband and he’s topping he loves to bang the cum out of me … at least once … and he’s pretty f’ing good at it. And the more I cum the more I want; I’m not that bottom who “loses interest” or “is uncomfortable” after he cums. No sir; I just want more and have been known to rape his cock when he’s done but I want one more. But there are times where one or the other of us just wants to fuck the brains out of the other; we call it a prison fuck and it can go any way. - if it’s with my husband and I’m topping we typically time it to cum as close to the same time as possible. I take a lot of recovery time and he doesn’t - If it’s a rando and I’m topping then I don’t care if he cums or not so long as he understands that his work isn’t done until I’m done with him. And when I’m done I’m done regardless of whether he has cum or not. - If it’s a rando and I’m bottoming then it’s either me taunting him and daring him to satisfy me or me only caring about him getting off. Nothing in between; usually.

My tops like me caged. My ex never let me cum in his presence he said he’s the one who cums in my hole

I usually try to say thank you to the top. Sometimes they respond, others they don't. I've got what I wanted inside me That's all that counts

Depends on the scene. If it's 1:1 I want my bottom to cum. If it's public, anon, or group. You're there to take my load and then I'm moving on.

As a top and a gentleman, I will always ask the bottom if he wants to cum, and, if so, how I can help. If he says, "No" then I don't press it.

The best reward to see him cumming. No. Even better when we cum together - simply MAGIC!

Author’s Note: This is intended to be a fantasy story, not just a fiction story. When I say fantasy, I mean that this will have fantasy elements, unworldly, magical, elements to it eventually. I tend to write stories that people do very much enjoy (at least from the comments), yet I am not the best at keeping them running. I do hope this is enjoyed, and I of course hope that I will be more dedicated in my efforts to continue the saga. PART 1 The night itself was misty, the remnants of a stronger storm that had blown through earlier. Closing in on 4am, the wet pavement and puddles reflected the various back alley lights, sparsely populated down the alleyway. The night was still sweltering, a humid, sticky and sweaty night. Jake stepped without care, the sound of his clunky skater shoes, which greatly accentuated his perfectly smooth and pencil-like skinny legs, echoing into the cacophony of the night. The city doesn’t matter, every city has slums, ghettos, trashed areas where people, in many ways, live more freely. Yes they reek of pain and hurt, yet they are abundant in their pleasure. This city, name regardless, the same. The overground foliage to his right choked through the rusty and imbalanced chain link fences running the length of the massive strip mall. Sounds of couples arguing, beats of overwhelming loud music, lovers climaxing all from the homes over the gate, juxtaposed with the moaning of the dark corners of the alley. From cheaters looking for a quick hookup behind a nasty dumpster, to druggies and homeless sleeping in the black corners where the lights could not touch them, the alley itself was a haven for the darkness, for the hidden, for the chaos. Passing under a pulsating streetlight, this one more orange than the last, its muffled sound of an electrical short buzzing high above on the bent wooden pole above him, illuminated his features. Brilliantly beautifully blonde, which natural highlights and lowlights of varying degrees of slightly darker dirtier brownish messy hair, long enough to grab, but barely passing his ear, shone in the brief spotlight. His incredibly slender, tiny, swimmers build accentuated as well. No muscle, just skinny, no body hair, an extremely tight little waist, all legs, no ass. Jake didn’t care if he fit the mold. He believed, no, knew, what was beautiful, what men craved. His hybrid body between male and female, his soft facial features, his willingness to bend femininity partially in his looks, into a more masculine personality, was a nexus of all the right attributes. While his friends, whom he had slept with every one, tried to fit into the new trend of twunk, Jake was unapologetically twink. Passing into a darker part of the alley, he savored the chaos. Another thing that made him different was the darkness inside him. He was still learning to figure out what it meant, but he had come to terms that chaos itself aroused him like none other. His perfect skin coated with a layer of sweat, made him radiate, and he know that anyone in the alley, from their masked areas, their protection of their dumpster hideouts, were staring at him, licking their lips with desire. And truly, he enjoyed every eye his way, regardless of him seeing them or not. His outlook on life was one of much more realism than most. We are what we crave, and we all crave deep down. Profoundly cynical of any higher morals, at 20, Jake felt he had understood the carnal roots that flowed like a river through humanity. The key was unlocking those roots, letting people learn to give in to them, not deny them. It went against what he was taught throughout life in many ways, but he also couldn’t subscribe to a life without ultimate pleasure, whatever the cost. That was the chaos. Jake knew deep down that he was chaos, that he and chaos were the same. He was a burning ball of pleasure, uprooting the norms of society wherever he went, and he made no apologies for it. He craved, to his very core, the feeling of breaking societal norms, to doing the things that felt the most wrong, because in the end, the pleasure that gave him was overwhelming. He drank in the insanity and ecstasy it brought to his mind. As he tumbled through his first two “adult years”, he learned that every step deeper into the chaoe made him desire so much more. Like the term chasing the dragon, it was never enough, and Jake was uniquely positioned to want more, every day, every moment. Passing by a homeless man whose entire life laid bare in garbage bags and a rusty shopping cart, Jake felt at home. This alley, long, narrow, full of mystery and darkness, craving and despair, was so normal to him. The homeless man didn’t give him much attention. He was sure the man wasn’t used to such a beautiful specimen walking near him, yet the man probably held no desires for him either. A shame, because even the slightest interest and Jake would have no issue giving himself freely. That was another mentality that Jake married with his hedonist attitude – giving of ones body freely. Jake wanted to be owned by the world, he wanted to be the boy the broke the bonds of desire and gave men exactly what they wanted. A sharp yet disturbed smile crossed his face thinking about the first time he lowered his tiny ass down on a homeless man. The rush of pure fowlness from the act, something very few people would do, especially at the level of his beauty, drove him forward that night. To feel that man’s hands, shaking out of pure pleasure, as he groped Jake’s 19 year old dream body, made Jake begin leaking profusely down his 5 inch cut cock. He listened to the rhythm of the man’s breathing, as his hole welcomed the homeless mans cock into his warmth. The fast breathing from the man stopped, and indelible sign of him in awe at the pleasure that he was receiving. With the man sitting against the dumpster, Jake straddled him pushing him deeper inside. The breaths started again, but much slower. It wasn’t that the man wasn’t excited, it was that his excitement and morphed into reality, his hands slide up and down Jakes skinny body, less excited, more in awe and craving every inch. Jake’s eyes rolled behind his lids. There was beauty in this. This man, stinking of booze, understood what he was holding. He gingerly grabbed Jake’s boney hips, something that Jake recognized made the man a bit harder, and slowly started working Jake up and down. In the pale combination of the moonlight that night, and the reflection from the orange street lamps, the man could make out the glorious tattoo covering Jake’s back. Jake’s shoulders, covered in what appeared to be angel wings. However the feathers at the bottom of the wings were molting, down his back, on fire. The molted, burned feathers piled in a neat burned pile at the small of Jake’s back, where very appropriately, Jake’s tramp stamp had the word “MONSTER”. Jake had designed that tattoo with great care. His angelic looks represented the angelic wings upon his should blades, but his demonic and hedonistic nature was represented in their molting and burning. He was chaos, he felt he was born for this. The man’s breathing and picked up pace again. Of course it had, Jake was in a trance, his perfect hips gyrated with tenderness yet desire to milk this man’s cock like he never had before. He wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, but he wanted the man to suffer forever knowing that he would never have a fuck like Jake again, unless he somehow came upon him. Chaoe. Jake loved the dichotomy of his actions. To give such pleasure as to leave the person emotionally, physically, and spiritually devasted. When he was in anyones arms, he was their god. When he left, he was their nightmare. He was the monster that at 18 he really started to contemplate, and a year later, he had begun to live his vision. Jake picked up the pace. Nevermind the fact that the dirtiness of his act had already made him cum twice, he was still in his trance. This cock was the greatest thing inside him. No condom, no questions, just pure skin to skin bliss with a stranger. Every cock, when it was in him, was the greatest thing to him. The man was moaning, gently. It felt like a lovemaking session in many ways, from the gentleness of his hands on Jake, to the volume of his breathing, intimacy abounding in a crooked way. No there was no love here. Love didn’t surround Jake. But false pretense of love, of intimacy, was just as palpable and desirable. This lead to every fuck, to Jake, being the best one there could be. The man’s right hand crept up Jake’s chest, with Jake pulling off his shirt. He now was in a blue jock strap and clunky shoes, and nothing else, riding this homeless man by the dumpster. The man’s hand swirled around Jake’s nipple, feeling the barbell piercing, and moved higher to his neck. Jake felt the man being to squeeze his neck, and Jack let out a tone…not so much a sigh, but a sound of pleasure. The deed was moving in this direction now. The man had groped and touched Jake all over by now, Jake’s hole and been thrusted into hundreds of times, and now the man was allowing himself to understand the object of Jake’s nature. It was only right and responsible, of course, for Jake to lean into it. As the man clenched Jake’s throat, Jake’s sounds became more audible, ricocheting throughout the alley that night. He didn’t care. Who would stop him? Who wouldn’t want in on this action? And he would give it to them. The man’s left hand continued to hold onto Jake’s hip pulling him down harder. The deed continued to escalate. Jake followed what was indicated. Slowly he picked up his thrusting down on the man’s dick. Within minutes, the slow, almost beautiful start was a wicked fuck session with Jake’s boney ass slamming up and down upon this man’s thighs. Cum dripped down Jake’s balls onto the pavement below, the man too busy being completely wrapped up in his own headspace to realize that Jake had now cum four times. He hadn’t even touched Jake’s dick, he was only involved with focusing on milking his DNA into Jake now. The world melted away from them both. The sounds emanating from them become guttural, without any regard for the rest of the residents of this dark alley. Jake was not only feeling ecstasy, but he was seeing it. The colors of the alley, the darkness mixed with the moonlight, the warm tones of the spare streetlights, the bits of greenery that existed, all created a kaleidoscope effect to his eyes. In some ways he left his body, his mind looking down at the deed, his white cum scattered in front of him on the asphalt, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, seeing the man begin to scream “oh god! Oh god!”. The sound of his ass slapping against the man were so loud at this point. Jake could see that he was completely possessed by this act, this act of lust, this act of chaos. As the man’s cries become louder and Jake understood he was close to his orgasm, Jake pulled off him, flipped himself around, and started to ride this homeless man staring him in the eyes. Jake stared his truly piercing blue eyes into the man’s, into his heart, into his soul, into his very fiber of his being. He bent forward, fucking himself on this man’s cock as hard as possible. Beads of sweat glistening all over his body. He was the angel of beauty, and the despot of pleasure. He locked his lips with the man, causing an electricity to shoot through them that was beyond description. The man was making so many noises, yet Jake continued to make out with him. He could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Jake loved himself, was so proud of himself. The man held tight on Jake’s hips instantly, slamming into him harder than ever before and holding him down. “Yes! Give yourself to me!” Jake whispered. Sultry, darkly, Jake wanted this moment to be remembered. “I don’t care where you or your dick has been sir, fill me with you. Do it! Fucking do it!” Jake’s orders rang true as the man exploded into a shaking orgasm. Jake felt the cum erupt so deep inside him that he began his fifth, but by far his most explosive orgasm himself. He watched his average dick fire off massive wads of cum shooting over the mans head and coating the dumpster with his signature. The man’s cock pulsed powerfully inside Jake as he started to ride it again, desperate to milk this strangers loads as deep in his as possible. Jake didn’t care about the man’s pleasure at this time, this was about him, this was about his desire, his NEED, to have ever single drop that this man could provide him. It was written into Jake, this absolute addiction. He sound of the amount of cum flowing from Jake’s ass and recoating the cock that just obliterated his hole with that thick milk only intensified the moment. The man’s orgasm was intense, still greatly firing off loads inside him. Jake had stopped cumming, but his cock was pulsating to the point of pain. He leaned in and made out wildly, any effort at all to bring this man to give him any more drops of his DNA. Jake was covered in sweat, which felt amazing as the man’s hands went back to exploring, and now slipping all over his body as he emptied every last bit of himelf into Jake. Pulling off his dick, kneeling on the asphalt, Jake immediately attacked the homeless man’s 7 inch cock with his mouth. Never would Jake leave the scene without ensuring he could get every drop of cum that didn’t make it into his ass. The man looked upon in wonder, disgust, amazement, at this slut that outdid any other slut he’d ever known to exist. Not only was the boy a wild ball of chaos and sin, but he was of ultimate perfect beauty, and had just given that freely to him. Jake remembered that incident well, because of course it happened in this alley. It was his favorite alley to cruise. Many more he had visited, and many more he had fucked in, some he woke up in the next morning, sometimes even naked. But this was his first, that year ago, when he decided there was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do to continue his quest for absolute chaos. Now, amongst his many other escapades, and hundreds of back alley breedings he had received, his need to chase the dragon flared again. The level he had reached was not his final landing point, he had much deeper to delve. Tonight was not productive in the alley. Wherever its normal residents were, they were either asleep in the darkness, or out up to their own devices. It didn’t matter, this was a place of life for Jake. It was home, in a way a home from home, and whatever broken part of his brain that enjoyed this, needed to breathe it in from time to time. Coming to the end of the alley, he turned, walking another two blocks through some very dilapidated streets. This was a rough neighborhood, but Jake fed upon it. It didn’t matter to him. Risk was an addiction, and he was fully addicted and quite educated in the street life. He walked with confidence and without fear, it just wasn’t a part of him. A few more blocks and he came upon and larger brick home. The street itself was just as fucked as the rest of them. Front lawns filled with tall grasses and weeds, litter scattered all about. Some homes stood as a tribute to the shallow husk of their former selves, mostly burned. Other plots had nothing else but a concrete slab. Most had bars on the windows and that felt good to Jake. Chaos reigned here, and he felt at home here as well. As with all these types of streets, 4AM wasn’t a quiet and peaceful time, but a mix of areas of serenity, and areas of copious volume. Walking up the broken, unbalanced concrete steps to the porch of the house, the door opened before he could knock. This house was a tip from some guy that fucked him at one of the many bathhouses in the city a few days ago. The guy said it was known by its nickname, the Last Stand. Said it wasn’t for the weak, and by looking at Jake at first thought that there was no way Jake would ever be someone who should go there. Rough neighborhood, rough men, rough life. But then the men fucked Jake, and fucked him again, and shared him with his friends, and then strangers, and then almost 8 hours later, while Jake was still high on the chaos surrounding him, the rented room in the bathhouse stinking of sex, sweat, and Jake’s almost innumerable amount of heavy cumshots, along with the waterfall of cum flowing from his used hole, the man understood that this fallen angel would be perfect for the Last Stand. The man who answered the door had a shaved head, right down to the skin. His scalp was covered in tattoos, mostly skulls and dark looking things. Jake was excited already. The rest of the man was a patchwork of more deviant darkness. He was exceptionally thin, holding some cheap liquor in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in his mouth. He looked Jake, all 100lbs of him, in his sleeveless black tee and his short shorts, down his perfect legs, back up to the top of his blonde head, up and down a few times, looking disinterested and yet allured at the same time. “Ya know you gonna get thrown around like a rag doll,” skinhead muttered with his cigarette still stuck in his mouth. “We don’t got any rules here.” Jake peered inside. The house was pretty filthy, the waft of strong alcohol and cigarettes nipped at his noise. Another very pleasant scent, in Jake’s world. The inside looked as Jake had expected. Stained carpets, minimal lighting, shadows dancing on the wall, many men of all sizes, sans a twink, sitting around, mumbled conversations lifting into the air. The sounds of sex came from deeper in the house, panting, moaning, thrusting. It was all there, if one listened close enough. “Name’s Hanney,” skinny-bones said to Jake. Hanney looked like he had seen ALL the shit that life had to throw at him, probably some prison as well. He was a ruined man, probably early 30s, but his rugged leather face made it look like he had lived 10 lifetimes, his body finally subsiding to all the abuse that life had thrown at him. He was incredibly sexy to Jake. Jake wanted to drink in his experiences, into his own soul, milk him of his pain, and bring him pleasure. “Now you gone get out of here bitch boy. I know your type, you don’t go no chance here,” Hanney said. Jake lit a cigarette. Smooth and sultry, he slowly exhaled. He watched Hanney looking him up and down. The man had the ability to show disinterest and desire in a single look. Jake took a step closer to Hanney. Hanney’s voice raised, “I’m tellin ya, you don’t belong here. This is the real fucking deal, you won’t be walking straight after you are done.” Jake’s soul peering eyes met Hanney’s lifeless ones. This man just existed. He existed for sex, for alcohol, for pleasure, but there was nothing in his eyes. At the opposite end, Hanney stared into Jake’s eyes. Jake was peering into his soul. There was chaos, deviancy, and darkness in this boy. He had had a few dumb twinks show up here before, likely being tipped off by some other slut in the city, and he turned them all away. Those boys just wanted a quick fuck, not a week of delving into darkness and intense pleasure. Of course, the regulars would love a twink to break in, but none that appeared looked to have the stamina for an hour, less then whole night. But this one, this one had the eyes of an addict. He had the eyes of one that was experienced. His gaze pulled on Hanney, like a dark hand pulling him closer. Jake pulled his shirt off, standing on the porch, showing his immensely beautiful body. The metal b barbell piercings struck the light of the moon, twinkling against Hanney’s lifeless eyes, and the diamond belly piercing flattered his tight stomach. So matter of factly, Jake pulled Hanney close, noses touching, and uttered “Use the living hell out of me…now.” Like an explosion of desire, Jakes knees slammed into the dirty carpet right inside the house. Damn the door, Hanney couldn’t care less. Hanney shed his stained wifebeater, revealing his boney tatted body, scars and all. He pulled down his jeans without even unbuckling his belt. Grabbing at Jake’s shorts, he pulled them down over Jake’s thin thighs, and Jake felt the world shudder as Hanney slammed into him with all his might. The groan that emanated from Hanney’s mouth was pure bliss. Jake’s body shuddered with Hanney’s entry, but he knew Hanney just learned how loose he was, and how he could be delved into with an ounce of lube. As the door remained over for the neighborhood to see, Hanney lost himself. Instinctively he began thrusting, grunting, so animalistic and raw. The room quieted, most of the men older, heavier, hairier, became fixed at this immediate display. The smile on Jake’s face gave it all away. He was different, he was born for this, he was getting what he wanted. Within moments the room had disrobed completely and were surrounding Jake. His knees burned into the carpet, Hanney completely lost in the void of his lust to be inside Jake. As the night was so hot and humid, and this house, not surprisingly had no cooling, Jake could feel the sweat beads of Hanney dripping down his back. The men looked in wonder at the mural of darkness covering Jake’s back, their cocks fully erect at the deed. Hanney was fucking him like a madman, his eyes were pure white as his pupils had rolled back into his head. The men surrounding them were groping each other, making out, and generally adding to the feeling of pure pleasure that Jake was feeling. Within a few moments, an older but fit man had slammed his dick into Jakes mouth. Jake began to suck but then tasted the acrid piss emanating from the mans cock. Not to ever disappoint Jake gulped at the piss, showing these men that he was above nothing as Hanney’s skeletal fingers dug deep into his boney thighs with his powerful and wild thrusts. Hanney was lost completely in the moment, controlled completely by Jake’s perfect body and hungry hole. Jake lapped at the piss, swallowing every drop even as his body heaved back and forth by the power of Hanney’s wild thrusting. Jake continued to suck the wet cock in his mouth, making it grow stiffer and stiffer, feeling as it Hanney’s dick was so deep that it was protruding out of his stomach. He was meant for this, and he had barely even made it in the front door. Hanney’s moans and howls were overwhelming. The sound of the echoed throughout the neighborhood. The men didn’t seem to care. They just added to the chaos that already existed out there. Hanney began shaking uncontrollably, his body giving in to the extreme orgasm that was building within him. Jake only added to the mania. “Fuck every bit of yourself into me Hanney!” He screamed. “Fuck your life, your sadness, your broken hopes and dreams, your dissapointments, your deviancy, your pain directly into my fucking soul!” The men were stunned at Jake’s words. Jake had a feeling they would be. Amongst the many things that set Jake apart, it was his understanding that the pleasure from sex was physical, spiritual, and emotional. The act was just as important as the words, was just as important as the setting. “Don’t hold back on me for anything. Harder, fucking harder. Destroy me. I need it harder Hanney!” Hanney’s thrusts were shaking the floor, his body was soaked with sweat, dipping all over Jake, he shuddered over and over again as the orgasm built to its maximum intensity. Grabbing Jakes hair, he ripped his head back for a few final wild thrusts. No moaning came from Hanney, instead, a scream of absolute mania as he released himself deep into Jake. He convulsed in pleasure and bliss as he gave Jake copious amounts of his DNA, Jake adding to the milking process by slamming back on Hanney’s cock like a wild bitch not even close to be satisfied. Cum frothed and foamed around Jakes hold, dripping down his taint, down his balls. Another orgasm hit Hanney again, unexpectedly and Jake felt the torrential explosion of Hanney’s absolute lust and desire slam deep inside him. Jakes limp dick swung under him, yet he also convulsed with the truest pleasure imaginable as it felt like a fire hose was going off inside him. He orgasmed, not even being hard, all over the carpet, spraying an immense volume of cum everywhere. The men surrounding the event stared in pure amazement. This was not expected from this boy, but now, now it was the greatest event they had even seen, and the look on Jake’s face told them he was just getting started. Hanney, finally catching his breath, whispered quietly, “We have to get him to the basement….” All the men looked around at each other, nodding. The knew the setup down there would be the perfect place to test Jake’s limits, or enjoy the bliss in trying… To be continued...

Generally, I dont care for my cock in any sexual encounter. It’s of no consequence. Almost always caged now, if I cum, it’s because the top fucked it out of me. Whatever the case, it doesn’t matter. Cum inside my ass via the top gets me off and makes me leak (ooze really) cum from my caged cocklet.

Driving home, I was elated. I spent the time on the road clenching my hole tight, to keep his loads inside me, as instructed. Twice I felt moments of breach, doing my best to control them. Once I'd got home and to my bedroom, I stripped and checked my jeans and noticed a small patch of wetness. I knew I hadn't lost much of what was inside me and I felt relief. Knowing what was expected of me and wanting to impress, I moved to my drawer of toys and fished out a plug. It wasn't my biggest, as I still struggled with that one, but I knew it would be enough to plug my hole for the night. I spat and then sat on it, then got into bed and went to sleep easily, knowing I had toxic cum inside me to absorb. I woke, enjoying the plug inside me. I was at full mast, so on instinct I worked a load from my cock and rocked my plugged hole back and forth on the edge of my bed. I moved on with my day. I spent my week thinking about my time with the dominant poz man I'd met and imagined how I might see him again. On Thursday evening, I'd prepped my hole and sent a message to him: 'Hi, are you free? I wanna feel your dick inside me again, take you load. Let me know.' A message was sent back within a few minutes: 'i cant tonight got another early night. free all weekend though. see you saturday.' My dick was hard, anticipating seeing him on Saturday, but I was still disappointed that I'd be alone tonight. I decided to open my toy drawer and play by myself for the evening, stretching my hole and working up to the big plug. By Saturday morning I was excited to drive over to the top I'd met. I was horny that I still didn't know his name and had to tell myself to take my hand off my dick several times that morning. I decided I'd send the first message by 11am. 'Hi, are you still free today?' hoping for a quick response, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up for him. I revelled in the knowledge that I hadn't showered since Friday morning, before work. I knew he'd enjoy my pits, if I could see him today. 'Yeah I'm free. Set off in an hour.' I read after I'd showered. My dick sprung to attention and I had to tell myself not to play with it. I knew I'd cum before I'd even set off, if I gave in to temptation. Deciding that my time would be better spent on a home workout, I started to work up a sweat, knowing the top would enjoy if I were as sweaty as could be. He seemed as much as a pig as I was, I'd indulge him as he was indulging me. Within 30 minutes, I'd stopped my little cardio routine and started to cool myself down before I started my drive. I sent a message to tell my dom what I'd done to prepare for our latest encounter, although I didn't get any response. Once the hour was up, I sent another message informing him I was setting off and that I'd message again when I arrived outside his building. My drive was a little nervous, as I hadn't received any reply on the way, but I carried on and I sent the message that I'd arrived. I didn't have to wait long for the reply with instructions. "Come in naked." My cock started growing. Only three words this time, the shortest orders he'd given me so far. I knew this time that a jockstrap was not going to be tolerated, so once I got inside his apartment, I stripped completely. I walked down his hallway and to the room with porn playing. The room looked like it did a couple weeks ago, when I woke up there. It was lit from the window though shrouded by curtains, but this time there was porn playing on the TV. It almost seemed backwards. "Good lad. Your dick's already hard, I like that," he said in greeting. As usual, he was spreadeagle on the padded box chair next to his bed. "Hi, Sir. I've been horny for you all week," I replied. "I used a plug when I got home on Monday, I absorbed your loads," I told him, eager to please. "Dirty pig. Come here, get on your knees," was the only thing he said back to me. I moved forward and dropped to my knees, taking his thick member in my mouth. I could smell his balls from my position and quickly moved down to take a deep breath. His musk filled my nose and made my dick pulse. He'd been to the gym, just as he'd promised and I couldn't have been happier that he had. "Mmmh. Fuck yes, Sir. You smell so good. Thank you," I moaned to him. "Fuck yeah, pig. You like that, don't you? Eat my hole, boy." For the first time, he pulled his own legs up, slipping further down the chair and thrust his ass into my face. His hairy hole in front of me and his musky ass filling my nostrils, I couldn't resist. I attached my mouth to his ass and plugged my tongue in his hole. I moved my mouth up and down, swirled my tongue side to side and used my hands while I ate. I could feel my dick straining to be touched, but I knew I wouldn't be allowed to stroke without permission. After a long time he stopped moaning and spoke to me. "Spit on your dick, boy. Fuck me. You're in charge til you breed me." I froze for a second, processing what I'd been ordered to do. I was in control? I looked up and made eye contact. He looked like I imagined I usually did; pleading and vulnerable. I liked it. Standing up, I obeyed his last instruction and spat on my dick, then I spat on his hole. It was tight and pink, nothing like my own and I lined my head up to his opening. "Do you have poppers, Sir? You want to use them now," I warned him. I realised I'd still called him 'Sir,' but I also didn't know what else to address him. 'Boy' wouldn't have been right. 'Pig' would work, but that was different. I put it out of my mind and lined my dick up, whilst he huffed a little brown bottl.e Grabbing his ankles, I pushed them away from me, folding him in half as he'd done to me so recently. "I'm in charge until I cum?" I asked. "Yes, boy. My hole's yours," he sighed. I couldn't believe the submissiveness coming from the man who had so definitively owned me the last couple of times I was here. I decided to take advantage and I pushed my cock in hard, but slow. I ignored his protests and batted his hands away from my hips. He didn't fight back, though he had the power to stop me. He wanted to switch right now. I liked it. Balls deep, I pulled back and thrust back in again. The muscle bear cried out, but didn't resist, only huffed at the poppers again. I started fucking him in earnest, taking the opportunity offered to me.

Not money but gifts such as party favors, gear, clothing, watches, jewelry and trips. I’ve met some very kind and generous men in my life.

One of my good fuck buddies recently complained that my balls smell like Downy. So now I use only a half dryer sheet. Better yet, I just show up at his place with no underwear on. Problem solved.

Last year in Indy I payed a guy with a BBC to fuck and stretch my ass. He was the second load of the night and i told him in advance what I was looking for I was naked in the hotel room, door open, lights out on my stomach. The only light was the bathroom with the door open just enough so anyone could navigate safely. he came in and caressed my cheeks while he stripped. I was already lubed and in heat, I was fingerings my own ass plus the guy that did me earlier had a small cock but a big load. When the guy climbed on me I was withering like a pig in heat. He really had me wound up. He slid his hard cock between my cheeks, rubbing across my very sensitive asshole.

Last weekend I got a message off an old fuck bud. Within a few texts it was clear he wanted my ass. So I invited him over and we were naked in no time. I sucked his huge cock and it got harder and harder in my mouth until I was gagging. That’s when I knew it was time to get my ass in the air. He doesn’t rim, just looked at my ass and wanked himself even harder. He spat on my hole and without lube pushed his bell end against my hole until I opened up. We have fucked loads over the years but never even considered using a condom, he’s turned on by knowing I’m poz due to being a greedy raw bottom, says I know how to take cock. So his bare head entered my tight hole and he pushed in further sensing that I wanted him inside me deep. He went balls deep (he’s a very thick 10”) paused a moment, then started thrusting in me. The harder he went in me the more I opened up until my hole stayed open ready for his bare cock to stretch my cum hungry hole. He fucked me hard for about 30 minutes then I felt him get even harder inside me, but I wanted it knowing that I would soon be flooded with sperm. I felt the pulsing start and his hot cum hit my insides, it was a big load. He fucked it in me deeper and gently pulled out. I sucked his cum soaked cock clean, his cum was delicious. My insides felt awesome, used and bred by a massive hard dick, skin on skin, his neg load now deep in my poz cum hungry ass, used and open after a good breeding. Pic is him half in me, in balls deep and before going in.

Yep. Both sides of the business. It was for the thrill of being a weekend SW.

PART 2 Jake’s body reacted as it normally did, spinning around and immediately attacking Hanney’s pulsing cock with his mouth. Like a maniac, he sucked Hanney, desiring every last drop of his cum and cleaning the cock that had been so deep inside his ass. The house was so hot and humid, there was no air conditioning here in this run down abode. The room smelled of musk, the result of the sweat of each of these many, many of them burly and sweating from the summer heat. The carpet Jake kneeled on bit into his knees, the result of copious amounts of dirt buildup and crusty cum stains. It stunk too. It had probably not been cleaned in decades. The house met the idea of a dirty gangbang locale almost as if it were in the movies. The call to bring Jake downstairs had erupted arguing around him. For several minutes, Jake had barely heard it. His intense focus on Hanney’s large veiny dick, his appetite to the nasty ass to mouth whore that he knew he was, his commitment to pleasuring Hanney as a briefly looked up from time to time at his worn and wasted body and his lifeless eyes, completely overtaking him. However, soon the drama surrounding him wore away at his ecstasy, his clouded mind becoming clearer and clearer to the voices shouting around him. “We’ll take him down in a fucking minute!” yelled one man “Get his faggot ass down there now, theres so much more we can do down there you fucking idiot!” retorted another. “Fuck the both of you pieces of shit I want that boy ass fucking NOW!” a third voice broke through the other too. Jake felt two big hands on his boyish boney hips. The hands themselves were rough, callused, and gave no regard for him. He felt his hips pulled back and within seconds, a new cock slammed into him, almost with the feeling of hatred. He felt the man’s belly brushing against the small of his back, covering his “monster” tramp stamp. Sweat drops tickled his back, mixing with his own perspiration. His newest user took sweet satisfaction, as indicated by his moans and grunts of pleasure when his first powerful thrust entered Jake. “Goddamn its fucking loose…like a real fucking slut!” his fucker exclaimed “Ya know yeah man the few times we do get em its always the tight ones,” Hanney moaned. Jake had been pulled off the depth of his cock to an extent, but he was still working the tip with his tongue, obsessing over drawing out whatever droplets of Hanney’s cum still resided inside. “They don’t get that being tight is not our fucking interest here. You get a loose one like this fucking trash, and you know this boys been all over the fucking neighborhood!” Hanney exclaimed “You’re goddamn right!” Jake’s user replied. His larger hands made very good use of Jake’s tiny hips as handles for his intense thrusts. Pulling almost completely out, just the very tiniest part of the tip of his thick dick staying inside Jake, he would then use hands to jackhammer Jake as deep as he could. He wasn’t fucking out of lust, certainly not love, or even just drive, he was fucking to try and break Jake. Jake could feel his entire body shudder with each massive thrust. He stayed somewhat focused on Hanney’s dick, again staring into those lifeless eyes that were so devoid of any soul, yet they drew him in deeper. At the same time, his hole screamed with a combination of both pain and pleasure, for this new daddy was totally using him in the disregard he preferred. “You like thick dicks and fat fucking men you dumb shit?” His fucker asked Jake just moaned, an admission of the pleasure of the words that the man had uttered, but that was certainly not good enough. Within seconds, this maniac had grabbed a fistful of hair, ripped Jake off Hanney’s dick, and Jake was staring at the ceiling, the smell of heavy alcohol swirling into his nostrils as his daddy user pressed his lips to Jakes ear. “FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU HORRIFIC TRASH!” the daddy yelled. He screamed it. Jake wouldn’t have been surprised if it was heard halfway across three blocks down. “Yes daddy, I fucking love your big fucking dick inside me!” Jake moaned. The man had scared him, but Jake got off on being scared too. He wouldn’t have been here otherwise. He wouldn’t have cruised alleys dressed outrageously like a slut if he hadn’t. Jake remembered another time, in the flash of a few seconds where fear played a pivotal role in his development. He had remember his best girlfriend a few years ago, and how he had been, behind her back, getting her boyfriend to use his ass. He had loved the risk. He had loved lying to his best friend, while he slowly, wickedly, tore her boyfriend away from her. He didn’t at the time understand why it made him so hot, but he learned since then the risk of fucking in her bed prior to her getting him, was unmatched. The day she found him being bred by her boyfriend, he felt no guilt. He should have, society told him that was what was supposed to happen. But instead he had spilled his guts to her as he fucked himself on her boyfriends rock hard dick, as her boyfriend stared in disbelief at her catching them. That risk itself was explosive, and then chaos that followed was even better. Within minutes, the two had broken up, and Jake would pleasure himself for weeks on end getting off on the chaos he had created. Being scared, and creating chaos, both helped the situation turn into one of his hottest dark deeds, at that time at least. His life at that point was pulling him in the direction he was now, and instead of giving in to the fear, he much preferred to let it take its natural course, allowing it to hard his dick, shoot electricity through his body, and leave him begging for more. The man fucking Jake had his stomach bounding up and down on Jake’s back, the sweat beads had increased to a deluge of sticky sweat drops all over him. The man was panting like a dog, obviously overweight, not at all fit, but giving himself fully to Jake. Jake felt one of the man’s hands leave his hips, giving a slight reprieve on the true total power that the man was exerting on him, and he felt the man groping him. His hand moved down over his crotch, feeling around, caressing his smoothness, his balls sticky with cum that was leaking from his smooth hole, and the sweat that wouldn’t evaporate in this humidity. The hand moving up Jake’s stomach, pausing briefly to play with his belly button piercing, then moving to play with his nipple piercings. “This fucking whore has literally no fucking body hair!” the man exclaimed. He said it in the manner of an insult, but Jake knew, and the man fucking knew, he said it out of lust and admiration. Jake was the type of ideal body for these freaks, and yet he was also enough of a freak to play as dirty as them. In fact, Jake knew full well he could outdo them in any darkness they wanted to provide. As much as he wanted this man to keep fucking him, the basement intrigued him, and he didn’t want to loiter her when he could be experiencing, he hoped, a hundred times more pain and pleasure with whatever awaited him below. With that, Jake began to thrust himself hard on the man’s dick. He felt both hands back on his hips, with maniacal pull the man’s panting, grunting, moaning shot up even more. Jake was drawing him towards a climax and he was preparing himself to slam his hole as hard as possible when that orgasm happened. “Youre…going…to…get…my…fucking…dirty…poz…load,” the man huffed. Jake’s dick began to leak. Jack wasn’t what most would call a chaser, he just had no cares. While he had never asked someones status, he didn’t have a man until today tell him what he was expected to get. Jake began to convulse. His naturally horniness evolved into that moment, his monster side taking him. Hanney got in front of him, sticking his tongue down Jake’s throat, the taste of thick tobacco and whiskey on his breath. Jake grabbed his boney wasting body and began fucking himself onto his poz daddy’s dick harder than ever. “Give me your fucking DNA,” Jake yelled, between intensely making out with Hanney “Oh goddamn hes fucking insane” a man said standing around him “Totally fucked up slut, “ another chimed in “Well fucking give it to him already! He’s goddamn hungry for it. Jake was soaked from head to toe in sweat, his body shaking, and he was still trying to inch out any further energy to make this poz daddy explode in him. The man’s groans were so powerful Jake knew any second he would get his wish, and he wanted to extract as much of this man deep into him as possible. His head was ripped back once again, with an even more insanely pull than the first time, causing Jake to involuntarily piss on the floor in front of him. “I’m leaving my fucking mark inside your perfect body,” the man whispered in Jake’s ear in a sultry tone. Jake could tell the man’s own lust was eating him up, taking him over, turning this into something glorious for the man. “oh fuck daddy I need it in me so badly, I want to know your DNA is forever inside me!” Jake replied “Oh its more than just my DNA that will be inside you you goddamn garbage whore,” the man answered. “You will have my gift, along with Hanney’s gift as well. Jake smiled like the devil. He expected Hanney, which his looks, hopefully was giving him a gift as well, and now it was confirmed. “I’m gonna fucking breed your slut ass!!!!!” The man screamed. He let go of Jake’s head again, which was pushed down onto Hanney’s cock. Hanney’s hands held him there as Jake’s poz daddy prepared to explode inside his hole. Hanney let forward and immense stream of piss into Jake’s mouth, and Jake shook even harder as he immediately began viciously swallowing Hanney’s poz piss. “What a fucking psycho,” Hanney muttered, almost laughing in an evil manner as he pushed his piss out hard, Jake lapping up every bit of it with barely any dripping from his mouth. “Fuck your fucking boy pussy!!!!” The poz daddy scream. Jake felt the explosion, the sting as the cum shout through him. Jake pushed back, opening his hole as hard as he could, slamming back on his fat daddy, feeling his belly jiggle back and forth on Jake’s sweaty back as his thrust backwards reverberated through the man. The pulses from his users dick were insane and powerful. “Boy takes poz dick like its his fucking job!” one yelled “Its like we’ve died and gone to heaven!” Another exclaimed. “No boys this age are this nasty. He’s gotta do the drive thru in the morning Hanney!” Another jumped in. Jake was moaning, whining, then screaming in pleasure internally. As soon as he had finished downing Hanney’s piss, his emotions came out like a demon. Trembling, screaming, begging for more, Jake continued to milk his fucker’s dick like he was possessed. He felt so right, letting these men give him their special loads, like he was born for his. His knees buckled, tumbling him to the floor on his belly, his poz daddy, still need inside him and pulsating, following him down. Laying on top of him, Jake could feel the full force of the man cracking down on his tiny frame, and he loved it. Before he could swing around to ass to mouth his poz fucker’s cock, his wrists and ankles were grabbed, the rest of the cabal disinterested in spending anymore time “not in the basement” as he heard one sarcastically state. Jake was carried down the creaking and rickety steps into the basement. His head was incredibly spinning. Savoring the idea of dual poz loads running in him, he could only desire more, and want it now. His eyes had to adjust as he reached the landing and the men just dropped him like an object. The basement was incredibly dark, with just a few hints of deep red lighting here and there. The red lights illuminated the shadows of the chains, whips, and slings hanging from the rafters in the ceiling, along with walls of sex toys, dildos, and plugs, some the size of his tiny torso. The basement felt demonic, with pentagrams and goat heads adorning in posters, graffiti, and wall hangings, from the little bit he could see. There were comfortable-looking, yet still torn and ragged furniture pieces arranged throughout the room, and the smell was incredibly intense. Thick wafts of smoke, from cigarettes to cigars filled his nostrils, while the clinking of alcohol bottles and glasses from the many more men who were observing bounced off the wall. Several slings had daddies fucking daddies, there were some faces and bodies of some very old men, exciting Jake even more. “Men, this is the nastiest slut we think we’ve found. Lets verify that and turn him inside out with our fucking dicks before the goddamn sun rises…” a voice came from behind him on the stairs. Jake smiled, a smile like a demon. He wanted to be turned inside out by these men. He wanted to feel the pain they could give him, and he wanted to assume their DNA deep inside him. He was ready to show them that what they just did to him upstairs was a drop in the ocean as to what he could take. He readied himself to wear them all out and by the end, pleasure them to such extremes that they would be disgusted that he was still trying to use each of them for more.

I hooked up with two guys this afternoon. The first guy was visiting from out of town, summer vacation. He was staying in the neighborhood, he said he wasn’t sure if we were into the same kinks. I said what’s on my profile is there to start conversations not end them. He said he’d get so sweaty walking over and asked if that was okay? I told him as long as I got to sniff his pits and crotch I’d be thrilled. We gad a great time. He started kissing me in the living room. He couldn’t keep his fingers away from my hole. I deepthroated his dick until it was covered in slime. He stood me up, turned me around, and slid into me in one go. It stung a little and I had to slide off. We went to my bedroom, where he go out my toys and slid them in my ass. While I was bent over he pulled the toys out and slid his dick in, but this time I was loose and lubed and he slid in so easy he started fucking me slow and deep. He lasted a couple minutes and I loved it all. He busted and said it’d been four days. I put my plug back in and showed him to the door. When I opened up sniffies I instantly got dick pic from a hung dread headed twink. I told him about the load in my ass and he asked if condoms were cool. I said he could wear anything he wants to bring and sent my address. He showed up, had me bend over my bed, then slid his dick inside me raw. He leaned in closer to me as he got in the groove. His locks dangled across my back until he pressed up against me to bury his load in deep. I put my plug in after that too. I held it in for 20 minutes, and when I pulled it out both massive nuts flowed outta me.

I’m poz, other than that the most common for me is gonorrhea, then chlamydia. Caught probably around a dozen times for each. Only gotten syphillis twice. No symptoms, treated pretty early. No Hep C. Maybe other stuff there isn’t a common test for.

I love sex in outdoor toilets! So risky and hot!

And that's when he said, "Joey.. I gained access to more of your online life than what Jake knows about. It's my job to investigate and discover truths. And I know from your tumblr account about some of the other things that you fantasize about. I know about the condom-to-bareback tumblr that you subscribe to, and how you visit it regularly and also search other sites for similar videos. I know that when you pulled the rubber from my pocket that you were disappointed. I know. And I know what you want to do right now. You and I both know. And this is about making your fantasies come true, right? So do it. Do what your heart tells you, Joey." I couldn't believe it. He had seen the flash of disappointment on my face, he knew what I wanted when even I wouldn't have ever admitted it to him. And I knew it was futile to fight it. It was no longer about what my head might have said was right or wrong, it was all about what I needed in that moment. And he was right - I needed his bare dick inside me. I lifted off his cock and reached down. I put fingers on either side of the base of his shaft and found the rolled end of the condom, barely any roll left given his mammoth cock. I gently massaged and started to roll it up as I planted my hole back on his condomed head. I sat my ass all the way down to where the rubber covered, and then pulled back. I rolled it up a bit more, and then sat back down. The condom was only half on now, but I took his whole cock back inside me. I loved the sensation of the rolled bottom slipping past my ring, knowing the bottom half of his cock was bare in my hole. But I needed more. I lifted off him completely and then squeezed his shaft from the bottom, bringing my fist up and tugging at the condom as I went, until my fist was off his cock and I was pulling it free from his head. His beautiful bare penis stood glistening and throbbing. I smiled at him and then laid down next to him on the bed, tugging on his cock and urging him to climb between my legs. I never let go of him, guiding him to where he belonged, his precum-slicked cock head rubbing in my crack. It found my gaping hole and I pulled him into me. One hand on his shaft, the other reaching around to pull on his ass. I needed him deep and he sank in easily after he had opened me so completely before. And then he was in me - his huge 9" bare cock was buried to the hilt in my hole, right there in my bed. I couldn't believe it, and yet it felt as right as could be. It was as if my whole life led to that moment of taking his raw cock deep in my guts. And then he fucked me. Oh, how he fucked me. And the sensations were amazing, even better than when he had been covered. I could tell he was enjoying it, we both knew that bare sex was so much better. I felt that now-familiar need every time he pulled out, that addiction to having his cock inside me. I was begging him to fuck me harder, deeper. I knew he could tell I was lost in a frenzy of emotions and sensations, bringing my every fantasy to life. And that’s when he said, “Joey, I’m making all your dreams come true, aren’t I? I’m giving you the fuck of your life, fulfilling every fantasy you’ve played out online? Tell me you want me to make your fantasies a reality.” “OH FUCK YES! Please, man. You are my dream man. You are fulfilling me in a way Jake never could, and I want it all from you. I love having your bare cock inside me right here in his bed, your dick so much bigger, so much better than his. I need you inside me, deep, in a way I’ve never needed anything before!” “Joey, I know there’s another site you have been visiting more and more lately. I know what’s in your heart right now. And I want to show you something.”

Thanks for the input fuckslut. I would love to whore guys out more, but in my lame ass city guys tend to shy away from that. That want one on one sex, and they rarely fuck raw. I would love to watch you get fucked by the city! 😈 I would tease you if we saw a guy that fucked you in public. "Yeah that dorky looking guy over there fucked you when I whored you out last week. Believe it or not he has an 11" cock! Yup that's the fucker that had you squealing like a 12 year old girl!" Haha 😈 I'd fuck his ass... but only after he has at least 12 loads in him 🐷