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Many, many married men will get up to no good while on business trips. Free of the rules and responsibilities of their home lives, they can enjoy whatever is on offer in the town or city they are visiting, without having to spend time being a good father to their children, nor tending to the whims of their not-so-adoring wives. Perhaps some will just enjoy a bit of time alone in their room with pay-per-view porn, while others hit the bars and get stinking drunk. Time will be spent at strip clubs and other seedy establishments, or maybe they will be wined and dined by their corporate hosts at the most elite of restaurants. Many travelling men are sure to commit acts of adultery, whether that involves paying for it or not. I am certain that there will be far fewer married men who do the things I get up to on my business trips, though I expect there are some. Men with these types of urges probably resort to picking a guy up in a bar, arranging a hook-up on an app, or paying for a hustler to visit their hotel room. There are probably a few who spend the night getting down and dirty in a cruising bar or club. But willingly, night after night, bending over with their arse pressed to a hole in the cubicle wall in some public toilets? No, on that front I think I’m probably in a very small minority. But that’s what I do, and I now know all the best spots to visit in the cities I travel to the most. You might even say I have developed something of a routine, from what I pack, where I stay, and managing my time well so that I can get enough sleep around my nighttime activities to not have my work suffer. But this particular trip was not to be routine, and I had planned it that way deliberately. My wife took so little interest in me these days that I knew I could get away with using a bit of annual leave between my Frankfurt and Berlin trips while spinning her a yarn about it being back-to-back deals. This would give me some time to enjoy the nocturnal opportunities in the German capital, without having to worry about being on form for work the next day. I even used some of the loyalty scheme points I’d built up to book different accommodation for that part of the trip, so that it could be truly separate from where I’d be on the working days and yet with no risk it would show up on my credit card bill. The other major difference this time was internal. Aside from the odd blip early on in these adventures, I had been secretly taking the necessary pills to allow me to receive loads without too much concern. Condoms had been a feature once, but those days were long over. However, a few weeks before this trip I had also ditched the pills. You see, I was knocking on the door of 50, and my youngest son had just started university. The need to hold the loose threads of my marriage together was gone, and I was sure my wife and I would be parting soon whatever happened. I mean, I was already pretty sure she was sleeping with her personal trainer, so she might be keen to wrap things up too now that we had done much of our duty as parents. I didn’t want to wait to get on with a new life for myself though, particularly as it was becoming an ever more challenging battle to keep my body as lean and toned as I wanted it, so I had decided to take some action to get to where I wanted to be. That involved one main goal: to be pozzed. It was something I had lusted after for years. Initially it was probably the allure of the risk, but as time passed I began to realise that I saw it as a form of freedom that I craved. Eventually I mentally connected it with being released from my marriage, and this led me to where I found myself in Berlin. Pressed up against a cubicle wall, a cigarette in my mouth, and my freshly brushed hole open and ready for whatever was coming my way. With a couple of event ads placed on the apps to encourage men to visit, alongside the normal pretty busy passing traffic, I was hopeful of several loads as well as maybe the first steps on my journey to conversion. By the time the fourth cock of the night was jackhammering in and out of me, I was completely high on the nicotine, poppers, and utter depravity of it all. I just loved being used and bred, and I was really getting off on the knowledge that there was nothing protecting me from anything the men breeding me were carrying. As yet no-one had let me know they were poz, but my imagination was filling in the blanks as I pictured the virus being pumped into me repeatedly. “You want poz?” I heard a man ask from outside the cubicle door, just as the fourth man slammed in a final time and blew his load. “Yes” I panted. “I not poz you here” the man outside the door said, with a thick German accent. “But you come to this place tomorrow at 5 o’clock and we will give you poz.” A note was shoved under the door, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. I was about to reach for the note when a fifth cock started pushing into me, and in the end it was three more loads before there seemed to be no more takers for a bit. I pulled myself up straight and stretched, then bent down to lift the note off the tiled floor. When I opened it up I saw an address written down, along with several bullet points all in German. Although I recognised some of the words, I could not decipher the rest so decided I would sort it out on Google Translate when I got back to my hotel. I folded the note back up and shoved it into the pocket of the jeans I had left on the toilet seat, before bending myself back over and pressing against the glory hole. I lit up another cigarette, and happily waited for the next cock. It was the early hours of the morning when I emerged from the shower at the hotel and slumped onto the bed. I reached for the note and phone sitting on the bedside table, and began to type out the text. I almost immediately sprung a hard-on when I read the translation: - Be at the address at 17:00. Do not be late. - You must be wearing a wide leather collar and wide leather cuffs. - You must be wearing rubber underpants with a hole in the back. - You must be wearing black leather boots. - We will not bring any lubrication or chemicals, so you must have your own if you want them. - You will not go home until the morning, and you will be infected. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and despite how tired I was from a long night of being anonymously gang bred, I immediately set about trying to find somewhere I could buy all the gear they wanted me to be wearing, seeing as I had nothing like any of it with me. Fortunately there seemed to be a few suitable shops close to each other, so I saved a few locations on the map app and then set an alarm so that I would have enough time to visit them, hopefully get what I needed, and then prepare for getting to the location. I also quickly booked a hire car to have for a couple of days, as I wasn’t sure about getting there by public transport or taxi given its remote location in an industrial estate on the edge of the city. Once everything was done that could be done at that time of the night, I plugged my phone into the power, turned off the light, and lay down for a happy night’s sleep in the afterglow of my most depraved night of sex yet. After a groggy start the next day, I successfully bought everything required from two of the shops, and then picked up the hire car and parked it at the hotel. I spent a bit of time showering and douching, before using a toothbrush on myself just to get prepared. I then donned the rubber boxers, admiring myself and my exposed crack in the mirror for a bit, and then pulled on the tracksuit trousers I had brought with me for exercising. The leather boots went on next, which looked a bit odd but I didn’t care. I then pulled on a tank top and a hoodie, deciding it was best to save the rest until I arrived. I put everything else I would need in my gym bag, along with some power bars, a couple of bottles of water, and some fresh clothes and a towel for the eventual journey back. Happy that I had all I would need, I headed down to the car park, had a quick cigarette, then got in and drove off to the address the map app was directing me to. When I arrived, I found I was in a deserted and largely derelict industrial area on the edges of East Berlin. There were notional fences around the various plots, but these had long since been partially torn down or holes ripped into them for access. It was the kind of place that you knew you probably shouldn’t be, which of course made it all the more appealing for me given the depths of depravity I was seeking to plumb on this trip. Many of my favourite piggy bareback pornos had been filmed in settings like this, and now I was possibly going to be getting a chance to act out the fantasy of those orgies and gangbangs for myself. I hopped out of the car, looked around a bit to make sure I was as alone as it seemed, and then finished off getting changed. I have to say, it was pretty thrilling to be stripping down to a near-naked state in late afternoon sunshine on a public street, even if it was apparently devoid of other people. Once done, I checked myself out in the reflection of the car window, loving how I looked with the massive padded leather collar I had bought and deciding there and then that this would be a regular part of my playtime outfit in future. The address I had been given noted a company name, and I could see an old sign on the plot next to where I had parked which matched that. I therefore walked to a gap in the fence of that plot, carefully climbed through, and then made my way across a large broken concrete lot until I reached the single building. There were a couple of service entrances which both had the shutters down, but I also saw a door that was open so headed for that. It led to a dark and smelly corridor, which I followed round a couple of corners until it opened onto what I guessed was once a factory floor. The roof on one side was gone so there was daylight flooding in, but it was in the shade over to the side that some movement caught my attention. A young Adonis was standing there, dressed just like I was. He had blond hair and tanned skin, and even at a distance and with him in the shade, I could tell he was absolutely ripped. I headed over to investigate, and he looked up as he saw me approaching. “Hi” he said, with a slight accent that suggested he might be Swedish. “Hi” I said. “Are you also here for…” He grinned at me, as I sort of swirled my hand in a nondescript way. “Yes, I am here for that” he replied, still smiling. “Cool” I said. “Are you married too?” he asked, surprising me a little. “Er, yeah” I replied, “though probably not for much longer.” He grinned again. “Me as well” he said. “I will get pozzed and then I can be with her brother.” I think my mouth dropped open when he said this, causing him to chuckle. “Her brother fucked me at the wedding, and all the time after” he said, smiling. “But he is poz and always has a condom.” “I see” I said. “And he won’t poz you?” “No” he replied, shaking his head. “So I have come here so I can be his.” I obviously did not know anything about the brother-in-law, but I was a little astounded that any man would deny a stunning young stud like this what he was looking for, especially if it meant you got to then be with him. Maybe it was some sort of family loyalty, though fucking your wife’s new husband on the day of their wedding did not seem to show much in the way of said loyalty. “Well” I said, starting to open one of the two packets of cigarettes I was carrying so I could have a smoke, “I hope you get what you came for today.” “You as well” he said, nodding when I offered him a cigarette from the packet. We both lit up our cigarettes and smoked in silence for a while. “Have you taken poz before?” he asked, just after we had both stubbed out our cigarettes on the floor. “Probably” I replied. “I got fucked a lot last night.” “That is hot” he said. “I hope my boyfriend will give me to other men to use once I am divorced.” “It’s a lot of fun” I said, smiling at him. Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of a steel door being opened on the other side of the factory floor, and we both turned and watched as five men emerged from some other part of the factory. All five were wearing leather boots, chaps and harnesses, and all had shaved heads with various forms of facial hair. Each of them was wearing a different combination of huge silver accessories, from neck chains to bracelets, or thick rings in their ears or noses. However, what stood out the most was the slightly wasted look each of them had, and all of them were adorned with biohazard tattoos on their chests or arms. I sprung an erection almost immediately. This is what I wanted, and some day I would seek to replicate their style, the absolutely immense neck chain and bracelet of one of the guys being a particular draw for me. The men approached us, and then stopped to look us up and down. They gestured for both of us to turn around so they could see our backs and arses, before we were each gently pushed forward to a raised concrete area in front of us where we were then encouraged to bend over. Almost immediately I felt the familiar scratch of a brush being pushed into my hole, but this may have been a new experience for the young Swedish hunk as he yelped and jolted forward. This did not dissuade the men though, and we were both soon being quite vigorously shafted by the brushes to get our holes nice and receptive. After a few minutes the brushes were removed, and immediately replaced by cocks. The fucking was hard and rough from the outset, but I was sufficiently experienced and stretched that it just felt incredible from the get-go. Again, however, my Swedish friend seemed to be struggling with it a bit, probably because his brother-in-law normally went easier on him. However, after a lot of pained panting and groaning, he eventually relaxed and took the fucking. They did a round robin on us for a while, none of them actually reaching the point of breeding, before the fucking stopped and they went back to brushing our holes again for a few moments. I could tell this was to make sure we were really raw now that they were getting close, and sure enough the brush in my hole was quickly replaced by a cock that was slammed in right as the guy roared out. I revelled in feeling him shoot his toxic load into me, and my Swedish partner in crime was even more vocal in his enjoyment of receiving the same treatment. No sooner had the two tops come down off their ejaculations and withdrawn, before the next pair of tops slammed into us and delivered their venom. “Ene mene mu und raus bist du” the last of the men said slowly while standing behind us, clearly making a decision on which of us was going to receive a third load. I was a little disappointed when he rammed into the Swede. Once he was done, the pair of us were pulled up from our bent over positions and walked over to a part of the factory floor where there was a large drain. “On knees!” one of the tops barked, and we both hurriedly got down onto the floor. I knew what was coming, and while I had never actually engaged in watersports, I had seen enough porn to know I should assume a certain position and open my mouth. “You!” barked one of the other men at the Swede, “do same!” All five of them then began to piss on us, whether that was in our mouths, on top of our heads, or elsewhere on our bodies. I heard the Swede gag choke a couple of times, but I was fine and actually realised why men got into this so much. When they were done, they walked away from us towards the door they had first emerged from. “You shower!” barked one of them before he went through the door, pointing at another door over to the side. “Then we come back.” We both hauled ourselves off the floor once they’d left the room, and made our way over to the doorway. Inside was a dark tiled bathroom, and even though the only light was what was coming through the open door from the factory floor, I could see that it was filthy. However, when the Swede went over to a visible shower head and turned the tap underneath, water did indeed start to flow out of it. “It’s cold” he said. “Then we better be quick” I replied. Each of us took a turn washing all the piss off our skin under the freezing cold stream, not removing any of our gear given that had also been soaked by the men. Once done, we headed to the part of the factory where the roof was gone so we could try to dry off and warm up in the small amount of sunshine that was still making it into that space, though I made a quick dash over to get my cigarettes first. “That was fun” said the Swede, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Sure was” I said. “How long do you think they’ll keep fucking us?” he asked. “The whole night hopefully” I said, giving him a wink. “Better chance of it taking with multiple loads.” The Swede nodded and smiled at that, but said nothing more. We therefore just smoked in silence, pondering what lay in store for us once the men were ready again. I couldn’t wait…

[This is my adaptation of a hot story I read here] Seduced into Poz I decided to write a story for my magazine about bug chasing – gay men who deliberately choose to get infected with HIV. Even though I thought of myself as a straight male and I was married to a beautiful woman, I found this subject fascinating. For some reason, I decided not to tell my wife about the project. When she went out of town on business, I started to interview gay men online to learn about why they wanted to get pozzed. I have to admit I found myself getting aroused by their stories, and I even watched porn clips and films about it. Then I connected online with a guy who said he pozzed other men for money – a “poztitute”. I was intrigued and asked him if we could meet so he could tell me his story. The next night I went to the gay bar he recommended and waited for him. It was my first time in one, and I was nervous. In walked the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was incredibly handsome. His tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his rippling muscles. I was surprised when he walked right up to me and said, “You must be Andy. I’m Eric.” He shook my hand and held it for what seemed like a long time. We started to talk. Eric told me about his sex work and why he enjoyed it – liberating men from their fears and letting them enjoy man sex in all its fullness. He went on to share erotic tales of his experiences that set my heart pounding and caused me to get an erection. I don’t know why I was so turned on. I realized he was coming on to me, and I found that exciting. As Eric continued, his stories took on a somewhat dark hue, as he stated he could infect anyone, anytime through a combination of technique and what he called his “massive viral load”. As he talked, he drummed his fingertips on the bar. I immediately noted that he had filed them down to sharp points. He told me they “helped prime a bottom’s plumbing,” which meant nothing to me at the time. Then he rested his hand on mine and left it there, stroking mine gently, sexually. No man had ever done that before and I felt a strange excitement. He told me he was pozzing a guy the next night at his apartment, and he invited me to watch, saying he was sure I would learn a great deal for my article. He told me the guy would be willing and able to provide information on the whole experience. My cock was rock hard at the thought of watching Eric have sex, and my sense of caution went out the window. It probably didn’t hurt that Eric’s hand brushed my crotch and that he realized he had turned me on. When he stood up to leave, he was jostled by a guy climbing onto his bar stool so his crotch chanced to press against my thigh. I realized he was hard. I was strangely excited to know that he desired me, too. The next evening, at 8:00 P.M., heart pounding, I found myself ringing his doorbell. Eric answered the door buck naked. I was totally caught off guard by this and had a hard time regaining my composure. I was absolutely overwhelmed by his physical presence, his manly aroma. Although I struggled to keep my eyes off his cock, it was a losing battle. He had a thick bush, low hanging, veiny balls, a long, thick cock that never hung quite down but arched out from his body. Man, I thought, this is unfucking real. My cock started to throb in my jeans. Explaining he had just gotten out of the shower, he told me to make myself comfortable while he completed preparing for the “fuck-fest,” to use his words. He disappeared back into his bedroom. I sat down in front of the TV, which was showing a gay porn film in which a series of incredibly muscular guys had bareback sex and boasted about giving their bottoms their charged loads. I was surprised by how erotic I found this. Within a few minutes Eric came out in a short robe and sat next to me to watch the video. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his cock push out of his robe as it grew to 10 thick inches. I spent the next half hour with one eye on the TV and the other on Eric’s dick. What had I gotten myself into? I thought about making an excuse to leave but every time I started to speak I couldn’t. My mouth was too dry. Eric and I had a couple of drinks while we waited. Finally, he said that it looked like his friend wasn’t going to show. He said I could do a better story if I role-played a bug chaser. I said OK. He told me to undress, which I did. He saw my erection and smirked. “You’re a good actor, Andy.” I turned red but didn’t say anything. “I like my chaser to feel feminine, because he is going to welcome my seed into his cunt,” Eric said. He handed me a pretty women’s wristwatch and slipped a very feminine diamond engagement ring on my finger. It glistened in the light. I felt a chill go up my spine. Next Eric fastened a black leather dog collar around my neck. “And this symbolizes the chaser’s acceptance of his submission to my will.” I felt myself trembling. Finally, he gave me a studded black cock ring to wrap around by swollen dick and balls. I’m not that big – maybe 5 inches – but I felt huge. “Andy, you really need to let yourself feel what the chaser feels.” He told me to stand close to him; I obeyed. He placed his hands on my waist. I felt our cocks rub together and gasped at the sensation. I placed my hands on his powerful arms and noticed how dainty and feminine they looked with the watch and ring. Eric leaned forward and kissed me on my mouth. It was the first time I had kissed another man. I was surprised how natural it felt. He gazed into my eyes and smiled. “Now suck my cock,” he ordered, quietly but firmly. I started to say I was straight, but he put his hand on the back of my head. I can't say he forced my head down because I offered no resistance. A few seconds later I was sucking and licking his cock. I couldn't seem to stop myself. The smell, taste, texture and intimacy of the experience was wild beyond anything I had before experienced. “Put your mind in the chaser’s space,” Eric said. “You’re about to take my seed, my pozz juice. You will forever be joined to me. Look at the ring. Just like your wife felt when you gave her a ring like this. She knew yours would be the only cock she would let inside her. My chasers are bound to me the same way.” I looked at the ring out of the corner of my eye and felt the thrill of knowing Eric and I could be forever tied if I went through with it. I heard Eric moan as I pleasured him with my lips and my tongue and even my throat. After a few minutes he told me we were going in the bedroom. I just let him lead me in there, holding hands like two gay lovers. I lay naked, on my back, on his bed. Facing my crotch, he straddled my face. I eagerly continued my work on his magnificent cock and balls, and even found myself sliding my tongue in his ass crack. He was clearly enjoying the attention: drops of pre-cum oozed out of his cock head. I loved the taste of his pre-cum -- slick, salty, and sweet at the same time. He started touching me all over and then, leaning forward, began loading my asshole with lube, using hard, sharp, sometimes painful thrusts. I could feel myself being opened up. I knew what Eric intended. He said the best way for me to understand what a chaser felt was to let him slip his cock inside me. I resisted, but each time I said “No” it was with less conviction, and he knew it. His persistence and my rising lust won out. When he assured me he’d pull out if I asked him to, I acquiesced. I still declared I wasn’t going to let him shoot his load in me. He just kind of smiled as he positioned me on my hands and knees. He pushed some more lube inside my hole, and, generously lubing his cock, coaxed his way inside. It hurt like hell at first, a sharp burning and stinging sensation. But after a few minutes of superficial penetration, my ass opened up, and I guess my ass juices began flowing. Pain morphed into pleasure, and pleasure morphed into ecstasy as somewhere in there he began to hit my prostate. I found myself begging for more. The experience was like nothing I had ever experienced: I now understood why so many gay men love anal sex. Eric mostly kept up a nice slow pace while he slid his rod in and out of my hole, alternately teasing my asslips and torturing my prostate when he slid all the way in. He whispered in my ear, telling me how cute I was, how I was natural bottom, how wonderful my “boi-cunt” felt. I loved his words – they made me feel so desired. I tried to listen for any moans or changes in his breathing that would signal an approaching orgasm, but I didn’t hear (or maybe didn’t want to hear) any tell-tale signs. His hands were all over me, a few times reaching around to pinch my tits really hard when he sped-up his pounding, but then letting up as he slowed down. I didn't really want him to stop but was prepared to tell him “no mas” at the first sign he was going to cum in me. Encased by the leather ring, my balls and cock swelled deliciously. While all this was happening, my mind was racing. I felt that I was experiencing all the terror, emotions, and pleasure that someone taking his first positive load could conceivably experience. I tried to make mental notes of everything, but I must admit my brain was quite befuddled by the overwhelming impact of the turn of events, and, of course, Eric's cock sliding in and out of me. After a really long time (my pretty, feminine watch said forty-five minutes), Eric paused his thrusts and said he had some things to tell me. “I can stay hard and fuck for an hour or more. And I can cum and not make a sound.” Then he told me something I was really not ready to hear. “I already came twice inside you, Andy.” Before I could say anything or pull away, he grunted, “Here cums the third load!” Eric's strong hands moved to my shoulders and he pushed me face down into the mattress. His full weight was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Then he rammed me hard a couple of times and moaned very loud. I felt his cock spasm and then felt the hot liquid fly into me. I guessed that having my nipples pinched had masked the first two loads. However, there was no mistaking what he had done this time. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me deeply. I opened my mouth and did not resist his tongue. Then I was overwhelmed with terror. How could he do this to me? Eric’s still-hard cock plugged my ass, keeping his cum in me. I asked him why he had pozzed me. He told me he knew I really wanted it, that no straight male would let himself be talked into sucking cock and then getting fucked. He told me he had cut me up inside with his fingernails, and there was no doubt his bugs were already in my blood. He told me he liked me and said I could stay the night so he could fuck me some more. I locked myself in the bathroom for a long time. I cried as I tried to force his cum out of me somehow, but very little dripped out, and what did was mixed with my blood. Then I sat for a while, processing what had happened. I looked again at the engagement ring and the pretty watch and realized I had never experienced anything close to what Eric and I had done. Finally, I looked in the mirror, and said aloud, “I’m a gay man. I’m a faggot. And now I can enjoy sex the way I was meant to.” When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Eric had fallen asleep. I slipped into bed with him. He felt me and rolled me onto my back. Then he kissed me passionately and I eagerly responded. I felt his cock harden again. I pulled him on top of me and murmured, “I need you inside me.” He just smiled. I pulled my legs up and apart, and invited him to penetrate me as my wife had so often invited me. As he fucked me, I saw the light reflect off the diamond ring again and realized Eric and I would always be linked by the gift he had given me. My body was soon wracked by an orgasm that started in my toes and went on and on. Eric said I had just had my first “sissygasm”, which proved I was a true faggot. Soon he erupted inside me yet again. He would fuck me twice more during the night, cumming inside me each time. Early the next morning, we agreed we would march together in the upcoming gay pride parade. “Promise me you’ll wear the watch and ring in the parade while we hold hands,” He said. I kissed him passionately and said, “Of course!” I dressed and went home. Later I saw that my underwear was stained with his cum and my blood. When my wife got back to town, I told her that I was gay. What I subsequently learned was the fuck flu hit me about a month and a half after my night with Eric. My subsequent HIV blood test was positive. I never wrote the article, but soon became an AIDS activist. From time to time, Eric and I get together to make love, and I always wear the special jewelry he gave me.

My uncle had business on the coast of Mississippi and he offered me $200 to help him out. I didn't have a job, I needed money, and I liked being around him. He's been my father figure since I was born and we've had a special bond that I didn't understand when I was a kid. I stayed at his house every weekend throughout most of my childhood. I've been attracted to him for most of my life. When I was thirteen, I started sneaking into his bedroom every time he came in from doing yard work. While he was in the shower, I would pick his underwear off the floor and inhale his scent. I was addicted to his musk, his masculinity. He wore his clothes two sizes too small, and he was never without his well-worn John Deere baseball cap. He was a red-blooded American man and all I wanted was him. When I was sixteen, I was finally caught in the act. He went out to get breakfast and I went to his bedroom. I was sitting on the edge of his bed, his underwear pressed to my face and masturbating, when I realized he was standing there, staring at me. I froze. I was too scared to move. "Forgot my wallet," was all he said. He grabbed his wallet from the dresser without taking his eyes off me, and left. After a few minutes, I managed to finish what I was doing. He came back with breakfast and we ate. We talked about going to the lake to fish. We didn't speak of what had happened. His attitude towards me changed only for the better. We felt closer. I told him when I was eighteen that I was gay, but that wasn't entirely true. I wasn't sure what I was. I wasn't attracted to women, and the only man I was attracted to was him, but I couldn't tell him that. I didn't know how he felt and I didn't want to ruin the relationship we had. I had noticed over the past year that his body was changing. He was getting skinnier. His ass wasn't as plump as it used to be. He was still as masculine as ever, but not as built. I still wanted him. He had a dark patch on his chin that he said was just a bruise. I accepted that as truth, but I noticed that it was gone the next day, and that it looked like he had put makeup over it. It didn't take much for me to realize that he probably had AIDs. My attraction to him only continued to grow. I still wanted him, and maybe I was wrong for it, but a need started growing inside me to be just like him. I wanted whatever it was he had, whether it was AIDs or not. When we were in the car, on the way to the coast for his business trip, I would find myself staring at him. He caught me several times, and smiled at me each time. This isn't normal, I kept thinking to myself. But I knew I couldn't come back from this business trip without getting what I wanted. Diseased or not, I've wanted this man sexually for years. It was time I did something to make it happen. I may have been doubtful when I was sixteen, but I knew in my heart that it wouldn't take much to get him to make love to me. Our hotel was a sleazy, rundown joint two blocks from the coast. A couple of tractor-trailers were parked at the far end of the parking lot, and two women, who were without a doubt prostitutes, walked up-and-down the sidewalk in front of the rooms. It was just after seven in the evening when we had checked into our room. I was surprised to see only one queen-size bed, and my heart and cock danced at the possibility that seemed too good to be true. I sat on the edge of the bed. I was hungry. "Can we order pizza?" He smiled at me. "Yes. But I want you to do something for me first." "Anything." He smiled again. "Good. I want you to watch me." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Wait here for a minute and you'll see," he said. He walked out the door and a moment later he returned with one of the women. Without saying a word, he bent her over the little table by the window. He lifted her dress and made eye contact with me as he felt inside her. He didn't break eye contact even has he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them to his knees, and put himself inside her. I was the one who broke eye contact first. My gaze fell to his ass, now starting to sag a little. A black patch decorated his right ass cheek. I sucked in air. My cock started to throb. I reached into the pair of sweat pants I was wearing and stroked myself. I met his eyes once again and he was smiling at me. "You like that?" He asked. The woman answered, but I knew he was asking me. And I knew what he was referring to. I nodded and smiled even wider. "Good. I was hoping you would." He stared at me as finished. I noticed a flash of pain on his face that lasted only a second as he came inside her. He pulled his jeans back up to his hips before she managed to turn around. He showed her the door and closed it behind her. He turned to me. "I'm hoping that was only foreplay." He was rubbing his crotch and I could see him hardening through his jeans. I stood up and took my clothes off. I looked at him. "You know I want you. I'd be surprised if you didn't." "But do you know what you're getting into?" He asked. "You're the only person I've ever asked that question. You're like a son to me. I want to know that you understand. I want to believe that you understand." I gave him a little smile. "I understand what I'm probably getting into. It doesn't take much to figure out what that black patch means. I still want you. I've always wanted you." He pulled his clothes off. There was a patch on his chest, two patches on his torso, a patch on his pelvis, and, even though I couldn't see it now, the patch on his ass that I saw earlier." "You have to promise me that I won't be the only one." "What do you mean?" I asked. "This is a brotherhood. By the time we go home, you'll be a part of a brotherhood of men who live their lives to recruit others. You have to help do that." I thought about it for a moment. If summoning up the urge to have sex with someone who wasn't him meant fulfilling a wish that I've desperately wanted to come true, I would do it. "I promise," I said. He walked over to me, bent down to meet my lips, and kissed me. He gently pushed me to my knees and rubbed his cock against my lips. He still smelled like her. It wasn't a pleasant smell. His slit was raw and oozing. I let him in my mouth and started sucking him. He moaned as I sucked him, doing my best to keep my teeth away from him. I had never sucked anyone before, and I felt like I was doing a good job. It sound like I was. I felt his hands slip under my armpits. I looked up at him and he lifted me onto the bed. Laying me down, he climbed on top of me, pressed his body against mine, and kissed me. My body was screaming with pleasure as he rubbed his cock against mine. He slid down between my legs, lifted them up, and started licking my asshole. I felt my brain popping with pleasure. He kept making me wetter with spit. He slipped a finger in, working me open. Two fingers. Three fingers. It hurt, but it felt so good. He climbed over my body and gently sat on my chest. "Get it wet." I sucked him, getting as much spit on his cock as I could. He climbed back to my legs, pushed them against my chest, and put his cock against my hole. "This will hurt at first. It won't last long. I promise." He pushed the head of his cock inside me with a little force. I yelped. He learned forward, cupping my face with his hands. "You'll be okay." I nodded, and he kissed me again. Slowly, he moved himself in, and out, and in again, until all of him was inside me. He was right. It didn't last long. Waves of pleasure crashed through me. It was bliss. It was perfect. He spent the better part of an hour slowly making love to me. His breathing started to get more rapid, his thrusts faster and harder. "This isn't the end." He said. "This is the beginning. You'll be a part of something that will connect you with men all over the world. We deserve respect, and that's what we get." His face started twisting. He was about to orgasm. He gave one last final thrust. He cried out in pain as he exploded inside me. I started to jerk my cock, but he pushed my hand away as he collapsed on top of me. He pulled himself out of me. "Men like us, we don't masturbate. We don't waste what can be given to others." He laid down next to me. "I want you to finish inside me." I climbed over to his ass. I spread his cheeks. He hole was purple and raw. There were little bumps around it. "Don't spit on it." He said. "I'll be fine without it. I promise. Just go for it." I put the head of my dick against his hole and pushed. I slid inside him with ease. I was in him for less than a minute before I started blowing the biggest load of my life. When I pulled out, I could see a small streak of blood on my dick. He rolled onto his side and pulled me to him. "I'm attracted to you as much as you are to me." He said. "I hope that we can keep doing this. Sharing our gifts is the best part of the brotherhood." I smiled at him. "Of course we can." I paused a moment. "That woman. You did that to spread the gift?" "Yes," he said. "I only hope that I gifted her and she'll spread that gift to every man that puts himself inside her." We ordered that pizza I wanted, ate dinner, and spent the night repeatedly making love to each other. When I woke up the next morning, my heart fluttered with excitement when I pissed and it burned a little. "Welcome to brotherhood." My uncle said when I told him. "It may only seem like a minor infection, but after the night we had, there's no doubt that you're a member of the pack now."

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FROM STRAIGHT BOY TO CUMDUMP IN ONE NIGHT ----the story of my transformation---- The summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college started out as the most boring summer of my life. I had stayed at university to take summer classes and was subletting a room in a shitty four-bedroom apartment of which I was the only resident. I worked at a local movie store fifteen hours a week and was taking two classes both of which were over by two pm on Mondays and Wednesdays. The rest of the time I just spent watching Netflix going for runs, and jerking off. I had run track in high school and still kept up with my workouts keeping my lean frame in shape. At that time I was five eleven, one hundred and fifty pounds, with short-cropped black hair and the starting of a rather thick pelt of hair across my body. Puberty had come a little late to me and I had been hairless all through high school for the most part, but freshman year it had struck with a vengeance and I now grew thick coarse black leg and arm hair, my pits long bushy shrubs, and my chest hadn’t sprouted a patch in the middle but rather was slowly becoming carpeted in black hair. I loved it, I thought all the hair made up for my slight build and made me look manlier so I showed it off every chance I got. Normally when I went for a run I just ran round the campus, but on this particular day I was in a mood, bored with my solitary routine, sick of not seeing any of my friends cause they had all gone home for the summer, and over feeling trapped on campus so I made my way to a bike trail that ran through most of the town and started to run as far away from campus as I could. It was a hot day and the sweat ran down my bare torso and I jogged along for several miles. Most of the trail was bordered by trees, but every once in a while there was a gap and you could see into the back gardens of the people who’s houses back onto the trail. I had run the trail before and there was almost never anything of interest happening on it, in fact the only real appeal of the trail was that it was away from the school. I suppose before I continue with my story that I should mention that at this point in time I believed myself to be straight. This is in fact the story of how I came to realize that not only was that not true, but just how very much of a fag I really was. Despite believing myself to be straight I had always been interested in the male form. I could never help but to look when I saw a real manly man out and about. So what happened next really should have been no surprise. As I ran round a bend in the trail I found myself facing one of those patches where the trees thinned and you could seen to some random person’s back garden. This back garden however didn’t belong to just anyone. There in the clearing pushing a wheel barrow full of dead plants was a six foot six inch tall sweat soaked muscle bear. He had a strong pronounced jaw line sprinkled with salt and paper stubble, his head was shaved but the skin was tan from the sun. His arm muscles flexed under the dark bronze skin and hair as he moved the wheel barrow across the yard his bare chest glistening with sweat from the heat. Though I was staring intently at this perfect specimen of manliness I was still running until suddenly I caught my foot on a root and tumbled ass over elbow over the small bush that separated the trail from the Adonis’s backyard and landed sprawled face down on his perfectly kept grass. “Holy shit,” I heard him call out, “you ok kid?” “Yeah, I’m fine… just tripped… sorry.” I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I could even and though I was already flushed from the heat running I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I rolled over and started to stand up when the ankle that I had caught on the tree root gave way underneath me. “You don’t seem ok kid, come on… let’s get you inside and make sure that ankle’s not broken.” As he walked over to me I was overwhelmed by his smell, a thick pungent musk that I found to be intoxicating. My head was swimming as I tried to focus through the haze of his sweat stink and I hardly noticed him picking me up and helping me to stand so that we could hop back to the house. He took me into the kitchen, sat me at the table and started to unlace my shoe to look at my ankle. I barely paid attention to anything that happened, till he said it was just a bad sprain and that I should just rest my leg for a while. “How far did you run kid?” “From the north side of campus,” I replied. “Shit that’s half way across town, tell you what. I’ll drive you back later so that you don’t have to run on that twisted ankle.” I graciously took him up on his offer, and sat in the kitchen icing my ankle and watching the man, who’s name I had learned was Eric finish up the yard work before he drove me back to campus. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and I didn’t understand why, I thought that it was because he looked like the man I whished to become, but I was wrong. When Eric had finished the yard work a little over fourth five minutes later he came back into the kitchen bringing with him that glorious smell once more. “Ok, let me grab a shirt, and right a note to my husband telling him I’m out in case he comes home from work while we’re gone, and then we’ll be off.” He said off of this as though it were the most natural thing in the world, but my head was spinning: HUSBAND? Was this perfect specimen of man a homosexual, could that be? I didn’t have much time to think before Eric had returned with an white a-line t shirt one along with the same basketball shorts he had been wearing to work in the yard. I set my foot on the ground gingerly, and Eric leaned in to help pick me up, but once he had pulled me upright he just held me for a minute and stared into my eyes. His eyes were slate blue and stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair. After what seemed like an eternity he said, “So why did you trip kid?” “Ummm…. I…” I spluttered. “I thought so,” and he leaned in and kissed me. Several things all happened at once within my body: I panicked; I tried to push him away; and my cock sprang to life becoming instantly hard. I staggered away from him for a moment my brain screaming. And then it all stopped and all that I wanted to do was be in that man’s arms, I wanted to feel him against me. I dove back into his arms, grabbed his face and stuffed my tongue in his mouth. His hands wandered up and down my back, grazing but being careful not to go past the waist band of my short bright yellow running shorts, as we kissed and I clung to him as if I never wanted to let him go. Eric broke away, “I guessed that that’s why you tripped, but I wasn’t sure till you sat in here and practically drooled as you watched me work in the garden. Plus your cock hardened every time I touched you. Your brain my not be ready to admit it but your cock certainly isn’t” He said all this staring into my eyes, his hands still roaming over my back, but with that last part he reached forward and grabbed my throbbing cock through the thin nylon on my shorts. I gasped. He smiled, “You ever been with a man, kid?” “I’m straight.” “And I’m the Queen of England,” he said, kneeling in front of me, “don’t worry boy I’ll teach you hot to please a man.” With that he pulled my shorts down exposing my rock hard cock and before I could protest further he swallowed my whole seven and a half inch cock to be base. Within seconds he had me moaning and groaning and holding on the back of his head to keep my cock from slipping out of his mouth. I started to feel my balls tensing up and seeming to sense it too Eric pulled off of my cock and stood up again. “Now you try.” “I’m straight,” Eric pulled of his shirt revealing his massive hair covered chest in all its glory. “You want this I can tell. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” I don’t know what made me do it but I sank to my knees, Eric pulled his cock from the waistband of his shorts, smacked me in the face a few times and then I opened my mouth wide and began blowing this beautiful man. As I emulated what he had just been doing to me his cock began to grow and engorge until I was convinced that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth any longer. “Good boy, you work that man cock, get it good and hard.” What the hell was I doing? I was gagging this man’s ever hardening cock down my throat and loving every second of it. This was better then anything I had ever down with a girl. The smell of Eric’s sweat burned in my nose and I could taste the sweet salty liquid on his cock and I swallowed. He placed his big strong hands on the back of my head and guided me to begin bobbing up and down on his shaft. His cock brushed against my tonsils and I heaved for a moment before swallowing hard and feeling his cock slid down my throat. Everything was perfect. My jaw stretched as wide as it could, I felt pubes around my nose and balls against my chin and opening my eyes I found that I had slid Eric’s entire massive cock down my throat and was now sucking it with ease. I looked up at Eric and saw that he had his phone in one hand and the other holding my head in place as he started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I panicked a little, but never thought to take his cock from my mouth. There was the click of the camera and I widened my eyes in shock. “Don’t worry boy, just a pic for my husband to show him what’s waiting for him at home.” My brain was screaming at me to spit his cock out, pull my pants up and run, but my cock was throbbing, my mouth was drooling and for the first time in my life I felt an itch grown inside of me that I did not yet understand. “You’re a hot little cock sucker aren’t you.” Without knowing why I nodded, and grabbed Eric’s well built thighs pulling his cock into my mouth completely once more. “I’m gonna have some fun with you tonight.” Eric let go of my head and grabbing me under the armpits pulled me to my feet and kissed me again. This time was rougher, he shoved his tongue into my mouth and held my face close to his with his rough hands. I melted into him, feeling his warm sweaty body pressed against mine, his massive cock trapped between up. “Turn around,” he whispered in my ear. Don’t do it, my brain told me, you’re not a fag. What the hell are you doing? I turned around obediently. Eric hugged me from behind, his hands resting on my pecs as he kissed my neck. I could feel his cock nestled in my ass crack, and I couldn’t help myself, I rocked back on it rubbing his cock with my tight furry ass. Eric began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing my spine as he once more sank to his knees. His tongue came to my tailbone and I shuddered, it was as if a bolt of electricity had gone through my body. I involuntarily arched by back. “A natural bottom,” Eric muttered and with one hand between my shoulder blades and one on my hip he forcer me to bend over so that my chest was resting on the table. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and I felt cool air on my hole. Then something warm and wet touched my hole. Two reactions shot through me, the one from my mind of RUN, the second from my ass: GOD NEVER LET THIS STOP. It was as if the way I thought about myself and my body and what I wanted was at war with what my body was experiencing. That itch I had started to feel earlier began to become a burn and find a home in my ass Eric’s tongue brushed against my tight hairy little virgin pucker. Eric pushed down on the small of my back forcing me to push my ass out more and I felt his tongue make it’s first attempt at entering my hole. The war raged on inside my body but I made no attempts to stop Eric, I just kept moaning loudly. I could feel my hole becoming slick with his spit and weather it was from the spit or the warmth or his breath or the repeated darting actions of his tongue I could feel my hole slowly starting to relax and bloom allowing more of Eric’s tongue to dip inside. My cock was hard as a rock and dripping precum but I felt no interest in jerking off my focus was on my internal conflict and on the waves of pleasure that emanated from my steadily loosening hole. “God you have a beautiful hole, tight, pink, and furry. I love it. Nice virgin hole.” Something rough pressed against my hole for a moment along with Eric’s tongue I looked over my shoulder trying to see what he was doing and I gasped when I realized that it was his finger. He briefly sucked on his finger and then pressed it again to my hole. Now slick with spit his finger didn’t just rebound off of my tight pucker but pressed inward a little bit, but my hole resisted. Eric returned to working my hole with his tongue but kept a steady pressure on my hole with his finger. My mind was becoming foggy and the argument between my brain and my body was becoming less and less. I started to think things like: if it feels so good how can it not be what I want. Eric increased the pressure of his finger on my hole, hocked a big glob of spit onto my hole and suddenly something gave way and his finger just slid inside of me. I gasped, it didn’t hurt, not at all, it was like a when you finally manage to scratch a really bad itch on your back that you couldn’t reach; and there ended my internal strife, a decision had been made, my body won and silenced my brain. I pushed back against his finger trying to swallow more of it up. Eric responded by slowly and deliberately sliding his finger in and out of my hole making me moan loudly. I felt sweat spring up on my back and it was hard to catch my breath. Eric chuckled softly to himself and withdrew his finger. I felt empty and alone for a moment and then I felt the finger return but it was thicker this time; two fingers. He repeated the same process until over the course of the next half hour he had worked all four fingers into my hole and was slowly twisting them in and out of my now loosened hole. Eric kissed my ass cheek and stood up with drawing his fingers from my hole. God I missed his fingers, the transformation that had taken place within me over the past forty minutes was complete. I no longer questioned what I was feeling and I knew that I wanted to keep his fingers inside my hole forever. That is until what happened next. Eric rapped an arm around me and pulled me up from my bent position, kissing my neck, his warm musky body pressed against my own. “You have such a sweet virgin hole boy,” he shifted his weight, “but I think you’re hole is ready for more,” with his free hand he bent his cock down from where it rested in my ass crack and aimed it at my now slick and loosened hole, “what do you say we bust that cherry?” I was grinding my ass back against his cock, relishing each time I felt his cock snag on my ass ring, but this was not enough for Eric. He let go of my chest and pushed me back down on the table so that my ass was once again spread out before him. My whole body seemed to have become electric and I sensed every tiny shift that Eric made as he shifted himself into position and began to ever so gently press his thick mushroom headed cock against my hole. His four fingers had opened my up a lot but my hole as still far to tight for Eric’s cock, he pushed harder, hocking up another big glob of spit right onto where his cock head met my hole. The itch I had felt earlier was getting worse, I felt as though there was a burning inside of my hole and only getting Eric’s monster cock inside of me could make it stop. I flexed my ass muscles and twitched my hole like I was taking a shit and felt for a brief moment my hole open up and a tiny bit of Eric’s mushroom head slip inside. I did it again this time pushing back against his cock and felt a little bit more slide inside. “Jesus, you can’t wait to pop that cherry can you boy? Alright then lets do this. When I push you flex your hole.” Eric grabbed me by the hips and started to push hard against my hole, he managed to force a little bit of the head inside without my help but then I flexed my hole and between his pressure and my open hole the head of his cock shot into my ass with a pop. It felt like a soda can had just been shoved up my ass, but I loved it, I wanted more. Eric stopped pushing for a moment, then spat on his cock and pushed hard again sinking about another inch of his cock inside me. He did this several more times till at long last I felt his thick black pubes against my ass and his balls resting against mine. Sweat covered my whole body and I was shaking a little. My hole was twitching around Eric’s cock trying to pull more of him inside of me. After what seemed like a glorious eternity he began to pull out until only the massive mushroom head remained in my hole, and then just as slowly he pushed back in again. A whimper escaped from my lips. “You like that thick cock deep inside you boy? You like feeling your cherry disappear as my cock invades your sweet wet boy cunt?” “Yes,” I said breathlessly. There was no denying what I wanted, no claims of being straight, no claims of wanting to be a top either, my cock was hard as a rock but I had no interest in it, all that mattered was Eric’s cock. “What do you want now boy?” Eric pulled out to the tip again, “Do you want me to fuck your boy cunt?” He plunged back in, harder then he had before, “You want me to pound your hole?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes what?” He withdrew again. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” And there it was, there was no taking it back, I had admitted what I wanted. “Good answer boy.” Holding me by the waist Eric started to make me grind forward and back on his cock and he pulled in and out picking up his pace rapidly until in a short while he was hammering away as though he were fucking a well broken in hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and I knew it. Everything else in my mind had gone blank and all that I could focus on as my hole and his cock. Faster and faster he went, now slamming his cock in hard so that the room filled with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. He grabbed my shoulders for better leverage and I started to buck back harder, meeting each thrust with equal force. By now I was practically screaming my vocabulary reduced to three phrases: Yes; Please; and Fuck me. “You wanna ride my cock boy?” “Fuck yes” Eric pulled his cock from my ass with a soft squelch and layer down on the floor his cock sticking straight up to the ceiling. I practically flung myself on his cock, positioning it at the opening of my no longer virgin hole and sitting down hard. I bounced up and down letting gravity pull me back onto Eric’s cock each time. Both of us were covered with sweat and it was as if the whole world smelled of sex. Eric’s breathing began to change and he started to buck his cock up into me as I rode. Quicker and quicker he pounded till after ten more minutes he growled, “I’m going to cum, I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna breed that sweet cunt and make you into a real bottom boy.” “Yes breed me,” I groaned, not really knowing what I was saying. “You want my seed boy?” “God yes!” “Ok, well get ready cause…. FUCK!” He never finished his sentence he just grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me to bottom out on his cock while I felt his shaft pulse and throb deep in my guts and a new kinda warmth spread through my body. His cum filled my hole and started to leak out a little down his cock onto his balls. I was panting, but my lust was unslaked. I leaned in and kissed Eric as he had kissed me before he started eating out my hole, rough and hungry. I ran my hands up and down his hairy body feeling the mixture of the hair with the sweat. Eric pulled me close and kissed me too before just hugging me to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my stretched out hole. “Jesus when you sent me a picture of some cock sucker on your tool I expected to find a twink waiting at the door to suck my cock, not find you with your cock still inside of his cunt and your load leaking out.” I sat up, dropping down all the way on Eric’s cock in so doing and gasped, when I heard the new voice. “I took one look at this cherry hole and I had to breed it.” Eric said to the new comer. “Cherry hole you say. Well then I’ll need to taste it too.” “Kid this is my husband Matt. Hope that hole’s feeling good cause it’s in for a long night.”

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.

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

The ones where everybody joins. If you're only watching, watch porn. It's an orgy !!!

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...

-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.

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.

HIV Induction Rocky had just graduated high school. With no money for college he was in need to find a job to make some cash. With the bad economy he had trouble finding any job at all. Rocky landed a job at a coffee house in the gay section of town. That’s where he met Dallas. Dallas was a stud of a man. At 45 he was in excellent shape at 6’2” tall, 210 pounds with a lean, muscular swimmers build, dark hair and eyes and a package that made everyone stare. Rocky could not take his eyes off this man. He did his best to be sure not to make eye contact with this stud, but Dallas knew he was being watched. Dallas made sure to draw Rocky’s attention every chance he got. As it got late and closing time was fast approaching Rocky was told that he could punch out and leave since it was getting very slow in the shop. Rocky punched out, got himself a cup of coffee and went to sit down at the table next to his object of desire. That’s when Dallas looked up at the teen and smiled. This was the first time Rocky knew he was noticed by the man. Rocky was so distracted he spilled his coffee all over the table where Dallas was sitting. Rocky was embarrassed beyond belief. He immediately went and retrieved a couple of rags to wipe the table down with and when he returned the man was no longer at the table. Rocky had thought he blew any chance he might of have with this stud. While Rocky was cleaning the table the man returned with a refill for himself and a fresh cup of coffee for Rocky. “I figured after a long day of working here, you deserved to have someone else get you a fresh latte.” The man told Rocky. “Thanks. Yeah, I can really use a cup to pick me up.” The two sat down and drank their coffees and chatted. Rocky told the man that he had just started working at the coffee shop and was trying to make money so he could move out on his own. Rocky learned that Dallas owned his own video production company. Dallas felt that Rocky could possible star in one of his productions is he was interested. Dallas had the teens interest peaked. They continued to chat as closing time came and Rocky had to catch his bus home. As they left the shop Rocky got light headed and stumbled a bit. “Are you ok Rocky?” “I think so. I think I’m just light headed. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” “That’s not very smart. Why haven’t you eaten anything all day?” “I didn’t have time to make lunch before leaving for work and I the only money I have is just enough to cover my bus fare to work and back home.” “We can’t have that. Why don’t you let me cook you a good meal and then I can give you a ride home.” “As nice as that sounds I couldn’t impose. Besides I have to be back at work by 5 am to help get the shop ready to open.” “It’s no imposition, in fact you are welcome to crash at me place and I can bring you back to work in the morning.” Rocky finally agreed with Dallas since he was beginning to feel weaker and weaker. What Rocky didn’t know is that Dallas had slipped some GHB into his coffee to make him feel the way he was feeling. They walked a short distance to Dallas’ black Hummer and drove off. As Rocky rode along he began to zone out. When they pulled up to Dallas’ home he wasn’t sure where he was or how long they had been driving. Dallas pulled the car into the garage and shut the door. They climbed out of the car and headed into the house. It was a big home once inside Dallas offered his guest a drink as he went to prepare dinner. “What would you like to drink Rocky?” Not wanting to impose Rocky replied, “Anything you have will be fine with me.” Dallas made Rocky a Rum and Coke and had the teen sitting on a bar stool at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as he prepared their dinner. Rocky began to feel better after downing his drink and was promptly given another one. Rocky continued to feel better the more he drank. That was all due to the Tina Dallas had added to Rocky’s drink. Soon enough dinner was ready and the two ate their portions before heading into the den to chat some more. Rocky was wired after a nice meal and 3 Tina laced drinks. They cleared the table and moved to the couch to chat some more. Dallas took control of the conversation steering it the direction he wanted it to go and they were soon talking about sex. “Rocky a young guy like yourself I’m sure you have girls hanging all over you.” Dallas was correct, Rocky was a good looking young man. At 5’9”, 135 ponds, lean, thin runner’s build, brown hair and hazel eyes, but he was incorrect about girls hanging all over him. Dallas could tell from his reaction the truth of the matter. “Dallas I am not really a ladies man. I had a girlfriend when I was in high school but it just didn’t seem to be for me.” “Then you must have a boyfriend.” “I’ve been with a few guys, but never really found the right guy for me.” “I hope you played safe with these guys.” “Absolutely. I’d never take a chance of catching something.” “Then you’re HIV-?” “Yup, even got tested a couple times to be sure.” “Smart boy. Listen, I have a project coming up I think you might be perfect for. It calls for an HIV negative man in the staring role. You can make a lot of money.” ‘MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!’ Those were the magic words. “What would I have to do?” “It’s a video on sex and HIV and I need a young guy like you to play the part of the young guy.” “I don’t think I can do that, I really wouldn’t want anyone to see my face in something like that. My parents don’t even know I’m into guys.” “Well why don’t you think about it and you can tell me in the morning before I take you to work.” “I thank you for the offer, but I am sure of my answer.” “Rocky, after I show you my hospitality by feeding you and giving you a place to crash for the night, the least you can do is think about it tonight.” Rocky felt guilty as to be so quick to say no to the offer Dallas made to him. He figured he could sleep on it and in the morning when Dallas dropped him off at work he could kindly turn the offer down. “OK I will think about it. What time is it any way?” With all the activities of the evening Rocky was unaware that is was nearly 2 am. Dallas said he would show Rocky to a place where he could be alone with his thoughts to ponder the offer that he was given. First he showed Rocky where the bathroom was so he could take a quick shower. Rocky wasted no time in stripping down and getting in under the warm spray to rinse off the grime from that days work. He felt very alert and awake and was wondering how he would get to sleep that night. When he climbed out of the shower and dried himself off he realized that all of his clothes were missing. He began to worry about what he might have gotten himself into when Dallas came in and told him that he put his clothes in the wash to freshen them up for the next days work. Dallas led Rocky from the bathroom through a long hall and down a flight of steps to the basement. They passed through two more doors before entering what looked like a small sound studio. The only thing in the room was a small cage that looked just big enough for Rocky to get in on his hands and knees. “Here is a perfect place for you to think about the offer I made you.” “NO FUCKING WAY AM I GETTING IN THAT CAGE.” There was no way Rocky could over power his host. Dallas grabbed the teen by the balls and pulled him down to his knees. The teen continued to struggle and resist being placed in the cage when he was kicked hard in the crotch. “It will be easier on you if you cooperate and get in the cage like a good little boy.” Rocky new he had no choice and was on all fours and slowly backing into the cage. When his ass hit the back of the cage the door was shut. Dallas had him raise his arms up so his elbows were higher then his back. He then inserted a bar to hold his arms in that position so he could not move. Dallas then got behind the cage and pushed a good amount of meth laced lube into the teen’s ass followed by an inflatable dildo until he felt the resistance of the internal ring. He applied steady pressure and it slid deeper into the teen’s bowls. Next he flipped a switch and the dildo began to inflate till Rocky felt maximum pressure on his hole and deep inside his gut. After a few minutes the dildo deflated and the process would begin all over again. There was no way that Rocky could get any sleep with the meth in his system and the constant inflation and deflation of the dildo in his ass. As Rocky felt the inflating dildo stretch his hole he then felt the cage being lifted off the ground. Rocky thought about screaming out for help but didn’t want to anger Dallas. It seamed that Dallas knew what he was thinking as he told the teen he could yell all he wanted too since this room was sound proof. Dallas left Rocky there with the lights on for him to think about his situation and consider his reply on the offer to do the video.

Could eat out a well used hole for hours. The hairier the better. Love to have a man’s ass wiped over my face. Taste the ass juices….

Yeaaah I feel every dick pumping cum into my ass

I love having a group of tops/versatile guys use me and fuck and unload in my slutty ass 🍆💦🍑🐷!!

Before my husband I’d only ever felt a guy’s cum shooting in my ass once; it was a strange feeling at first but then it made me almost euphoric. My husband shoots like a cannon each and every time. He’s also hung like a champion stud stallion. He was inches up into my colon when he shot; he didn’t need to yell, “Here it comes,” because I felt it like rapid-fire stinging spray. Of course he lied to me and told me nobody had ever made him cum that hard! lol Later when we started playing with others the first guy he fucked jumped like he’d been shot when Kent started blasting inside him; he yelled, “Dude fuck you shoot to kill!” Yup always!

Speaking as a high use power bottom, cumming is relative. My body is overrun with so much pleasure stimulation rectal/full body orgasms as a guy's penis or hands go in and our of my ass that whether or not my penis ejaculates is immaterial. If i want my penis to spill seed i can popperbate and edge when there are no tops around to stimulate and use me.

I've been offered money for sex and told the guys, I'd fuck for free...back in the day of early college this older guy asked me in the on campus bathroom if he could watch me take a dump for cash...back then, the thought weirded me out but, it was the easiest 100.00 I ever made! I just did my business in the stall as he stood at the door and watched. He didn't do anything or chat....after I was done..he told me not to flush and handed me the cash...I grabbed my backpack and off I went ...everyone has a kink!

HahaHahahahaha / it’s called graduate school!

-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.

PART 2- UNKNOWN FRIEND TAGGED IN I lay strapped in the swing, my hole wrecked and cum dripping out of it waiting to be released from the swing. i ask "sir can you untie me?" SC: Raw-PDaddy replies: haha oh slut boy il let you go once we are all done. now be a good slut boy and enjoy my friend. his cock is as big as mine maybe bigger. il be nice enough to keep you poppered up cuz he takes a long time to cum. and when he does, your cum slut hole will be quenched. so I took the offer and right as they hit my nose I felt a big cock slapping my hole and again, balls deep. but this time it wasn't bad at all thanks to the first guy keeping me good with the Ps. my cock was pouring out cum from my prostate being pounded. and an hour or so later this guy filled me as much as the first. but didn't pull out. he grunted as he smiled and just kept going. I dont know why but I needed more. to be continued

Yeah, I feel it. There's the throbbing and the hot liquid feeling, that's what I always feel. Actual squirts though depends on the guy. If they're big squirts then I'll feel them.

For me it's just natural that if a top is fucking me bare then he is going to and in my opinion has a right to cum in my ass. I believe the same for oral sex, however I believe in pleasing my tops so the decision lies with them

PART EIGHT My breathing was still ragged, and my body shaking a little as Matt and Eric kissed each other across my sweat covered body. Eric rubbed my chest and Matt worked the larger plug into my hole. With a soft pop it slid inside of me and held fast, Eric smiled. “How’s that hole holding up boy?” “Still hungry.” “Well I thought that you would probably need a break after the Philips boys so your ass can rest for a little while.” Matt shook the plug a little, “Which kinda cock has been your favorite boy?” “The thick ones,” I said without having to think, “I love feeling my cunt opening wider and wider for them.” “Well then you are sure going to enjoy what’s coming next, but lets get you out of this sling for a bit.” They helped me down from the sling and we took seats on the bench against the far wall. I walked gingerly trying to regain the feeling in my legs which had been up and spread for so long that without my noticing the had completely fallen asleep. When I finally say on the bench I made sure to sit squarely on the base of the plug to push it just that little bit deeper into my hole. Eric noticed and winked at me. Then we just sat there for a while, they asked me about school and we talked about their jobs, it was like we had known each other for years. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that after the intimacy we had just shared that they felt like old friends. After what seemed like ages of us sitting naked shooting the shit the doorbell upstairs rang again and the two of them smiled. Matt went upstairs to answer the door and Eric helped me back into the sling and pulled the plug from my hole. “Have fun,” he whispered before stepping away to beside the door. Two guys came down the stairs who looked to both be about twenty-one maybe a little older. One was had shaggy brown hair and looked like your classic All American boy. The second had short blonde hair sticking up from under a baseball cap and was built like a brick shit house of a football player. “This is Max,” Eric said gesturing to the blonde, “and Tom,” indicating the darker haired boy. They both wasted no time in stripping off. Max was far less hairy then any of the other men I had had that night but he did have incredibly bushy pits full of dirty blonde hair that made my mouth water. If the pits weren’t enough when he dropped his white briefs to the floor and let his thick eight-inch cock spring up and his big round balls swing loose I knew I needed his cock inside of me. Tom was tall and lithe and looked as though in ten years he would be completely covered in hair, as it was the thick patches of hair that grew on his chest and stomach had already merged and joined with the dense patch of hair that grew at the base of his cock. Tom’s cock must have been what Eric had been referring to when he said I would enjoy what was coming next. It was slightly longer then Max’s and thick as a can of beer. I needed them both. Without speaking they winked at each other and Tom came up to my head and smacked me in the face with his quickly hardening rod while Max moved between my legs. “How many loads you got in this sweet ass man,” Max asked rubbing his thick cock head against my hole. I had to think for a moment, counting the loads. “He doesn’t even remember,” Tom laughed. “Seventeen.” “And you took your first load today?” I nodded, taking Tom’s cock in my mouth. “Damn we have got to get your number,” and then Max slid home. As soon as his cock head slipped inside of my hole I lost all sense of self, all that I cared about was the ever-fattening cock in my mouth and the blonde boy pounding my hole as if his life depended on it. I was right where I belonged doing exactly what I was supposed to do. Max slammed his cock into me as if he had no interest in my pleasure only in using my hole for his one enjoyment and I didn’t care. I have no idea how long he hammered away before he grabbed my hips and shot his first load deep inside of me. Then he and Tom switched and I moaned as Tom’s ungodly thick cock stretched my used and battered hole yet wider. Three times they switched each dumping three loads inside of me bringing my load count up to twenty-three. When they were finished they got dressed and left me there with cum dripping from my hole. Eric came back into my field of view then and smiled. The plug returned and he helped me down. “How do you feel?” “Hungry,” I replied. “Wanna get some food from upstairs?” “Not that kinda hungry.” I fell to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth. “Shit he’s still going?” said Matt coming down the stairs. “Hell yeah, put an add up on Craig’s List and get this boy some more cock.” Eric moved me to the fuck bench and after strapping me down fucked another load into my overflowing cunt. He left me like that, my hole gaping wide revealing the ocean of cum inside. Then the men started coming. I never saw them, they just came down the stairs and stuffed their cocks inside of me. I have no idea how long this went on or how many of them there were, but I was in heaven. After what must have been several hours and more then a dozen cocks Eric returned and asked me again how I felt, “Sleepy,” I replied. He laughed, plugged my ass, and unstrapped me. He then took my upstairs and laid me to sleep between he and Matt in their bed. I spent most of the day there asleep, and then around four in the afternoon, after a quick shower, I finally took Eric up on that ride home and went straight back to sleep. The next day I woke up with the plug still in my hole and a hunger burning in my guts. I found my phone in the pocket of my shorts, which I had tossed aside as soon as I had gotten home, and scrolled through all the new number till I found one of the Philips boys. “I need your cock,” I texted Jake. THE END

PART SEVEN Jake slipped down his briefs and let his cock spring forward. He laughed at my gasp of joy and shock when I saw in it’s full glory his nine inch long beer can thick cock. “We always joke that the big cock genes all got saved for me,” he said stroking his massive tool. I couldn’t believe this family, all of them tones and muscular, all of them young and yet hairy as anyone could wish and all with big cocks. “Please fuck your brothers cum deeper into my cunt with your beautiful fat cock,” I said fingering my hole. “God I love it when they beg,” Jake laughed and lined up his cock. “I’m going to fill you up so my brothers can dump their second loads in you.” He slammed his cock inside. After Marcus’s cock, and all of the cum sloshing around in my guts my hole easily accepted Jake’s forceful penetration and I just whimpered with joy. “You’ve already had a big fat cock up here today haven’t you boy,” he called me boy even though I was older then him probably. “Yes.” “Good, I don’t have to worry about working you open cause your cunt is already wrecked.” He, like his brother had done, grabbed my shoulders and started to hammer away. His cock was so deep inside of me that I couldn’t help calling out each time his balls slapped against my ass and I felt him pressing against my stomach. This only seemed to turn him on more as he started to pound harder and harder as if he were trying to get even more of his cock inside of me. His two brothers stood on either side of him jerking their own fat cock and watching their loads froth around their brother’s dick. Sweat glistened on all four of us and the room felt ungodly hot as Jake’s breathing began to pick up. “Let me back in there,” said James, “I’ve got another load ready for his used up cunt.” Jake pulled out and Jake quickly stuffed his cock back inside me and after a few quick pumps shot another load and then pulled back out his cock glistening with cum and ass juice. Without missing a beat Jake slid back in and James came over to my face and stuffed his cock in my mouth. “Clean off my cock boy.” I gobbled down his cock greedily loving the mixture of cum and my ass that clung to his slowly softening rod. “My turn,” called out Jimmy, and again Jake moved and again his brother stuffed his dick back in me. Jimmy also shot another big load after just a few strokes and then pulled out. Jake promptly returned to my hole and James took his cock from my mouth only to have Jimmy replace it a moment later. Jimmy face fucked me steadily as Jake began to buck with forceful abandon into my hole. By this point I was practically screaming around Jimmy’s cock. I needed Jake’s cock, I needed his load, I reached back an pulled my ass cheeks even further apart opening my hole more for him. “Love using my own loads mixed with my brother’s as cum,” Jake moaned. “Your own loads,” I panted, “Have you cum already?” “Four times, you’ve got seven loads from the Philips boys alone and I’m getting the ready to deposit the eight right now.” Then Jake bucked forward and held me fast shooting his load as deep as he could this time. “Thank you,” I moaned around his brother’s cocks, which were attempting to both invade my mouth at the same time. “You’re welcome boy, the guys put all three of our phone number in your phone upstairs so give us a call soon.” Jake pulled out and started to get dressed but both James and Jimmy started to pump their cocks hard and fast as if they were in a race. Suddenly Jimmy made a dive at my hole and slammed his cock inside shooting off another load. “I win,” he said, his body shaking a little. As soon as he finished and pulled out, James did the same thing and deposited one last load inside of me before he and his older brother got dressed to leave. Before they went up the stairs Jake came over and kissed me and said, “Thank god you feel out of those bushes today, I’m gonna love using your cunt regularly.” Then they were gone and Matt and Eric and the plug were back. When Eric slipped the plug into my dripping hole I felt it simply slide right back out. “Nice,” the both said and Matt went over to the shelves to get a larger plug.

PART SIX The door bell rang again and my hole twitched around the plug holding it open. Matt chuckled seeing my ass suck the plug in a little more. “You’re in for a treat now boy, these are three of my favorite men. I’ve even given up my hole quite a few times to them.” “What makes them so special?” “They’re three brothers, they’re all gay and let’s just say god had an interesting sense of humor with them.” Eric returned to the basement then with three guys following behind him. They were clearly brothers, all sharing the same sharply defined masculine features. The oldest looked to be about 27 with jet black hair combed carefully to one side, the middle one probably 23 and unlike his clean shaven older brother had grown a thick beard and let his hair get a little shaggy. The youngest looked like he was probably 21 or there abouts and had the floopy curly hair that just hung in untidy ringlets everywhere. “Jimmy, James, and Jake this is our new cumdump,” Matt said by way of introductions. “So why don’t you boy’s strip off and enjoy him.” The youngest guy shucked his Beatles t-shirt exposing a trim swimmers body covered in jet black hair. My hole twitched again, Eric really hadn’t been kidding when he said he guessed my type. Without waiting for his other two brothers, the youngest came over, dropped to his knees, pulled the plug from my hole and started to eat the cum from my drippy, sloppy cunt. “Can’t wait to breed this cunt,” he muttered not taking his mouth of my hole to speak. After another moment or two he stood up and moved aside so that his now naked olderst brother could take his place. All three of them were built thin like swimmers but covered in jet black hair, they were like the perfect moment of genetics. “You’re gonna love his spunk filled hole Jimmy,” the youngest said to his oldest brother as he started to rub the cock head of his thick seven inch dick on my hole. “Please breed me,” I begged, grabbing his hips and pulling his cock inside my used hole. “Eager little bitch isn’t he?” “I need your loads,” now pleading for Jimmy to start fucking me. “Don’t worry boy, we’ve each got at least two loads ready for you. And if you like my cock then you are going to love my brothers even more,” Jimmy reassured me as he slowly started to fuck me. I kept my hands on his hips, pulling myself deeper on his cock with each thrust, milking his cock for his load with my ass. Cum dripped from me as the two of us slammed our bodies together and the cum in my hole started to froth. I whimpered and begged him for his load more. I could feel my eyes starting to gloss over, I was starting to get the fucked out look that I had seen girls get in the gang bang porn I sometimes watched. A look that came when there had been so much cum shot into her that she stopped to be a person and became just a bucket. It had finally happened to me, as the first of these three brothers pumped his first load into me I let go of any last remaining ideas of myself and gave in. I was just a hole, a hole to be filled with cock and cum. Jimmy started to pant a little and his brothers egged him on, rubbing their considerable bulges through their jeans. “Fill his cunt.” “Lube him up for us.” “Give him that fat hot load.” “I’m gonna fucking cum up your cunt,” Jimmy growled and slammed in again to dump his load as deep as he could. “You’re gonna need it deep,” he panted. The middle boy dropped his pants and then his underwear, as his brother unloaded inside me, and as soon as the waistband of his pants was below his cock I knew what Matt had meant about God’s joke. James’s cock was considerably larger then Jimmy’s in all directions and his balls hung lower and heavier too. As soon as Jimmy had pulled out James moved into place and slammed his cock hole. James was much rougher then Jimmy had been, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down onto his cock, he wanted to make sure that I felt all of his considerable length and girth. “I love using a hot wet cunt,” James said in rhythm to his pounding. It didn’t seem like James was going to last too long because he quickly stated to pant like Jimmy had, but unlike Jimmy he slowed down for a minute and regained his composure before returning to his assailment of my hole. Twice more he did that till I was convinced he had been fucking me for an hour. The finally he slammed in deep and held fast to my shoulders and started to just push in and out slightly dumping his load. Now Jake stripped and I gasped when I saw the python that the littlest one of the guys had.

PART FIVE Adam needed no more encouragement then that. After a few quick licks of my cum dripping ass he stood up and lined up his own rather girthy cock and slid in with ease. I groaned the deep guttural groan of a man who has accepted his fate. I needed Adam’s cock, and then his cum inside of me. Without any pretence Adam started to jackhammer away at me hole, and I grunted with each trust, loving the sound and feeling of his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. The air was now thick with that musky aroma that had so intoxicated me when I first met Eric. It seemed to be coming from all around, and I soon realized that my own pits were ripe with it too. My cock throbbed. I had completely forgotten about my own need to release, it seemed so irrelevant in the face of these cocks that needed to unload inside of me. His breath quickened, at it was clear that Adam was not going to last long pounding away as he was. Soon he bucked deep inside of me and held my hips tight as he shot a load almost as large as the one Marcus had just deposited. Then he leaned forward and kissed me shoving his tongue roughly into my mouth. “I put both of our numbers in your phone boy, message one of us when you wanna get bred again,” he whispered, and then pulled out and turned to start putting his clothes on. “My phone?” I asked. “You left it in the pocket of your shorts when you took them off earlier,” Eric explained, “I put it by the front door so the guys could put their numbers in your phone and put yours in theirs so that when they need to unload they can find your hot cunt.” He jammed four fingers up my hole and started to twist them around in the cummy mess. Adam was no fully dressed, but Marcus I realized was still just in his briefs with his cock still out and was stroking. “Move over Eric, I’ve got another load worked up and ready to shoot up this boy’s hole before I go.” And without any prep Marcus sunk his monster cock back into my hole and quickly pumped another load into my guts. “Thank you,” I whimpered. “Any time boy, anytime.” Then Marcus pulled out, whipped his dick off on my leg, got dressed and followed Adam up the stairs. “Marcus has quite the cock doesn’t he,” Asked Matt coming back over with what looked like an even larger butt plug then the last. “Yes he does.” “Did you enjoy yourself boy?” “God yes!” He pressed the lubed plug against my dripping hole. “You want more or you all bred out?” “God no, I want… no… I need more loads! Please!” “Good boy.” The plug popped into my ass.

PART FOUR “I’ll get it,” Matt said and ran up the stairs. “Ok, so here’s the deal boy,” Eric said, tugging at the plug again, “After any group you can say stop, but once a guy starts fucking you you will take his load weather if you want it or not. Understood?” I nodded, both excited and scared for what was to come. “Now if I’m right in guessing that you like big hairy men then you are in for a treat tonight boy because there’s not a twink in the bunch.” There were footsteps on the stairs and I strained my head to see who it was. Matt lead the way still naked, his cock now soft swinging like a big thick pendulum with his balls. Behind him were two men, still fully clothed who looked to be in their late fourties. One of then had a salt and paper beard, and the other one a completely shaved head. Just because they were a bit older though did not mean that these men didn’t look fit, on the contrary they booth looked like they were built like brick shit houses. “Damn,” said the one with the beard, “and this juicy cunt got his first load this afternoon and you’ve already got him strapped to a sling with his dripping hole open to anyone. Nice work boys.” “Boy, this is Marcus, and Adam,” Matt said, pointing to the bearded guy and then the shaved head guy. “Enough of this talking,” Marcus said, walking towards where I hung in the center of the room, “I haven’t cum in three days and my balls are acheing to breed a hot boy cunt.” He grabbed the plug and pulled hard, and it popped out of my hole with a wet sounding squelsh. “Get your tongue in there,” He ordered Adam, who without missing a beat fell to his knees and jammed his tongue up my ass. As I moaned from Adam’s glorious tongue fucking Marcus stepped up to my head and started to take off his clothes. I knew I had been right about him being built like a brick shit house when I caught a glimpse of his tight fur covered six-pack as he took his sweater off. Nothing however could have prepared me for what I saw when he took off his pants. When his white briefs slid down I gasped, his cock was not only long but impossibly thick, I would have sworn that it was as thick as my wrist. Marcus just chuckled at my shock and grabbing his cock at the base slapped it against my ribcage a few times with a hard thump. “You’re wet cunt is going to feel so good stretching around my fat cock boy you have no idea. How’s that hole Adam?” “Just about ready for you to destroy it babe,” Adam replied, hocking one more big glob of spit into my still gaping hole. Marcus practically pushed Adam out of the way as he moved between my legs. I stared in aw at the older man’s massive chest and broad shoulders, the clearly defined muscles that rippled under his fur-covered skin must have taken hours at the gym to perfect. There was wicked glint in his eyes as he began to press his astoundingly thick mushroom head against my hole. It felt like Eric taking my virginity all over again, despite my hole being lubed and primed with four loads and a mountain of spit his cock was still just simply too large. Steadily Marcus pressed his head against my pucker and rubbed my bushy stomach. “Breath boy, breath,” he whispered over and over again. Slowly it began to happen, I could feel my ring giving way, spreading to let his cock inside of me. Fear mingled with lust in my mind and I started to try and make my ass open wider for him, winking the muscles furiously. Then all of a sudden something gave way and the head of Marcus’s cock was inside of me. My ass ring felt like it was on fire, stretched to what had to be it’s maximum capacity. I groaned loudly and Marcus resumed his pushing. “You like having your boy hole stretched out like that around a real man’s cock don’t you boy?” I answered the only way that I could in that moment, honestly, “Yes, please fill my hole with your amazing cock and breed my cunt!” “Good faggot.” The pressure increased drastically right then and Marcus forced in the remaining seven inches inside of me. This time I screamed. Next to me Eric was on his knees with Adam and Matt’s cocks in his mouth, all three of them groaning with pleasure. Marcus wasted no time, barely allowing me to get used to his substantial girth before he started his plowing. In no time he had built up enough speed that the sling was swinging wildly, slamming me down on his cock even harder with each return swing. “You’re cock is so big, it feels amazing. Fuck me!,” I cried, “Please, please breed my hole. I want your load, I need your load.” “And there it is boy,” Marcus said in a low growl, “You need my cum. Now you know your place in the world. Take my load you filthy little faggot cumdump.” Marcus grabbed my legs to stop the sling and bottomed out in my hole, his cock shooting long thick ropes of cum deep inside me. Once again I wondered how I could have ever thought that I wanted to be with women? This was perfect. I needed this. After what seemed like a life age Marcus, his cock now soft, slid his cock from my hole allowing a thin stream of cum to drip out of my hole and onto the floor. “Alright Adam, I know how you like to breed a cunt after me. Have fun.”

PART THREE As Eric started sending out his mass text Matt helped me too my feet, took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. I could feel cum dripping from my ass and running down my leg as I walked into a spacious dinning room that adjoined the kitchen. We turned down a short hall way and Matt opened a door that lead to a staircase heading down to a basement. Leading the way Matt flipped on the lights and headed down stairs. I gasped, the basement was nothing like the rest of the modern but conservative house. The walls were all painted black, and the floor was polished concrete with a drain in the middle of the room. Hanging from the ceiling by silver chain was a black leather sling, just next to the door was a strange waist high bench with restraints attached to it’s four legs. All over three of the walls were pictures of naked men. Some were just posing but others were mid-fuck, there were even some close ups of cock sliding into bare asses that made my hole tingle to look at. The far wall though was a massive shelving unit which held sex toys of every sort the number of dildos alone was staggering. Matt wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, “Where gonna have some fun with you tonight boy.” His once again hard cock was pressing against my cum dripping hole, “It’s not every day that a cute little otter like you gets his cherry popped and learns he can’t live without cock.” He tweaked my nipples and lead me over to the bench, bending me over so that my arms landed right where the restraints on the legs were. It suddenly made sense; this bench was a fuck bench to turn a man into just an upturned hole to be used. This time however, Matt did not strap me down, but instead just slid his cocking to my eager hole. He bottomed out and I felt his balls against mine and then he leaned forward so that he could keep whispering in my ear as he deep fucked me. “After I breed your sweet sweet hole again I’m gonna strap you up in the sling for the night. I want you to be able to see what’s coming at your hole while my friends use you. They’ll really teach you how to be a good little cum dump. Then if you still want more, we’ll strap you to this bench and point your ass at the door and let anyone who wants to come over and sink their cock into your wet cunt.” I moaned as Matt picked up his pace. “You know I could tell from those pictures that Eric sent me of you with his cock all the way down your throat that you were a cockslut even if you didn’t know it then. You haven’t even touched your cock this whole time. You know that your cock means nothing when a real man’s dick is in the room.” He started to slam into me harder, I whimpered my agreement, “Your body is meant for men to use, your holes for getting them off. You know that now don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I agreed breathlessly. “By the time you leave here tonight your hole will never be a tight little pucker again, you’ll always be ready for a real man to sink his cock into your spunk hole, and you will thank me for it.” He was hammering away now, punctuating his words with deep slams of his cock. I pushed my ass back against his cock trying to swallow more of it. “You had better keep these four loads in your hole boy, cause it’s all the lube you’re getting tonight.” Matt slammed harder and harder, his breathing becoming ragged, “Ready for another load cumdump?” “YES, BREED MY HOLE! I NEED YOUR SPUNK,” I screamed. “That’s a good bitch.” His cock pulsed violently in my hole and he slammed home, dumping his cum deep inside of me for the second time in a hour. This load felt even bigger then the first and the glorious worth that radiated from his cum filled my entire body. Slowly he pulled out and muttered, “Stay there cunt.” I lay on the fuck bench with my cum filled ass in the air as Matt walked away to the far wall and picked something up off the shelf. When he returned I felt something new pressing against my hole. “Open up and take this plug so that none of those loads fall out of your wet pussy boy.” I relaxed my hole and relished the feeling of the thick plug sliding home till it locked in my ass sealing in Matt and Eric’s loads. “Alright, let’s get you in the sling then.” Matt helped me up and half led half carried me to the sling where he hoisted me up locking my arms and legs in place. He smiled at me, laying there with my legs spread wide strapped to the sling and my hole exposed to anyone who walked down into the basement. “Fuck that’s a hot furry cunt,” Eric said, coming down the stairs, “You dumped another load in him didn’t you?” He said teasingly to Matt. “Well you got two off in his new spunk hole so why shouldn’t I?” “True. You’re gonna love what I have planned for you boy,” Eric came over to the sling and gave a slight pull on the plug, “By the end of tonight, this thing won’t even stay in your ass you’ll be so loose and sloppy.” Somewhere else in the house the doorbell rang.

PART TWO My face flushed as I looked at Matt, his husband’s still hard cock stuffed up my spunk filled hole, but Matt just smiled. He had a short cropped red and brown beard, muddy brown hair and bright green eyes set into a strong manly face. Quickly he shucked his shirt exposing a broad chest covered in ginger fur with large pink nipples. His pants were the next to go and then he stood there in just a bulging jock strap smiling at me. “Well boy get my husband’s cock out of your cunt and come suck my cock.” With a tiny bit of reluctance I stood up, Eric’s cock sliding from my juicy hole, and walked over to Matt. He smiled and pushed me to my knees, I felt cum drip from my hole. “Go on,” he said thrusting the engorged pouch of his jock at my face. I pulled the fabric to the side, and released his massive cock. It looked, if that was possible to be even thicker then Eric’s his balls certainly were larger and all around the base grew thick dense coarse ginger pubes. I didn’t waist any more time, there was no more confusuion or conflict, I had been presented with a man’s cock and it was my job to service it. Opening my mouth wide I began to slowly work Matt’s still swelling cock down my throat, swallowing hard when it hit my tonsils. “Holy shit Eric,” Matt said, forcing my head down till my nose was in his pubes, “Where did you find this boy?” “He got distracted while he was jogging by and literally fell into the yard. I knew he would make a hot little furry cumdump as soon as I saw him. Told me he was straight and then he swallowed my cock to the root.” They both laughed. “Don’t think you’re straight any more do you boy? Not with Eric’s load dripping out of your cunt.” I shook my head. “Good. Did you like taking his load?” I nodded, still sucking hard on his cock. “Do you want my load up your cunt?” I nodded again. “Your cunt is hungry isn’t it boy, you want all the loads you can get don’t you?” More nodding. “Good, because by the time tonight is over your hole will be one dripping cum filled mess.” My cock twitched and my hole winked at the thought. “You sure this boy was a virgin when you sunk your cock into him,” Matt asked Eric, “Cause damn he can suck cock!” “With how tight his little cunt was, there’s no way I didn’t pop his cherry.” “Then he’s just one talented cocksucker. Shit, you keep sucking my cock like that boy I’m gonna blow my load down your throat not up your cunt.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but Matt’s hands held me in place; I wanted that cock and load in my ass more then anything. “Don’t think he likes that idea,” Eric said. “No, neither do I,” replied Matt and he released me to spit out his cock. “You ready to get bred again boy?” “Yes please,” I gasped still trying to catch my breath from deep throating Matt’s cock. “Then turn around and show me that pussy.” I spun on the spot, bent over, stuck my ass in the air, and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He gave an appreciative groan and got down behind me laying his fat cock on my ass crack. “Nice tight little ass with a worked-out loose cum filled furry hole, prefect,” He lined up his cock and sank it into my stretched out pucker in one move. I moaned, bucking back on his cock like a bitch in heat. Matt wasted no time with slow fucking and skipped right to the rough pounding. He grabbed my hips and started to slam his cock in and out of my hole. Using Eric’s cum he pounded my hole without mercy reducing me to a limp whimpering mess. How could I ever have thought that I was something else? Nothing I had ever done with a girl had felt this good, this right. I was kicking myself for resisting what I had always wanted for so long, to be a bottom boy cumdump for big manly tops. Matt pulled out of hole and smacked my as saying, “get on your back, I wanna see your face as I breed you.” I flipped over and grabbed my ankles pulling my toned muscular legs out at right angles exposing my hole once more. Matt got between my legs and slammed his cock back inside of me. He bottomed out so hard that I saw stars for a second, but Matt didn’t miss a beat he just kept on pounding. “I told you he had a sweet cunt,” Eric said and for the first time sense Matt’s cock had entered my hole I noticed him standing behind Matt fisting his hard cock like mad. “I’m gonna load you up boy, you ready for my cum?” “Please shoot your load deep inside of me,” I begged. “Take my fucking load you little faggot,” Matt yelled and he bottomed out once more and his cock launched shot after shot after shot of thick hot cum into my wrecked guts. His cock had no sooner stopped twitching then Matt pulled out, but much to my joy his cock was quickly replaced with Eric’s once more who after only two quick strokes shot another big load deep in my new cunt. Eric caught his breath for a moment and then he too pulled out. “Nice find babe,” Matt said to Eric kissing him. I ran my hands down my hairy sweat soaked chest, past my still hard but somehow so irrelevant cock, to my hole. I felt the soft mushy walls of my once tight sphincter and felt the slick cum that was slowly leaking from it. Easily I slid first two fingers then three and four inside myself and started to twist them in and out like Eric had done earlier. “Fuck look at him,” Matt said, “You still want more don’t you kid?” Guiltily I looked up, but said with hunger in my voice, “God yes.” “I’ve got an idea, keep fingering that hole,” Eric said, and he grabbed his phone and shot several shots from different angles including a close up of all four of my fingers which were now covered in cum stuffed in my hole. “We’ll start with a few thick dicked friends our ours and if that’s not enough then we’ll widen the search.” “Alright well we’re not gonna leave him here in the kitchen so I’ll take him down stairs and get him settled in while you find this new slut some more loads.”

HIV Induction- The Next Day All night Rocky felt the dildo inflate and stretch his hole. He felt as if he needed to take a shit. Then the dildo would deflate and the feeling would be gone. Rocky began to wonder how long he had been in the cage, had he missed work, did he still have a job and what he was going to tell Dallas when he finally came for him. Every so often he thought he heard the outer doors to the room he was in open and closed only to be left there to think some more. His arms ached and were numb from the elbow down. His knees hurt from being on them all night with no way of shifting position. He felt cramped and needed to take a piss really bad. As the meth began to wear off Rocky began to doze off for a few seconds to minutes. He would wake and think he heard the outer doors opening and closing only to doze off again. He had lost all track of time when Dallas came in the room. Not a word was spoken as Dallas inspected the teen, walking around the cage as he slowly pushed it to and fro before the pump working the dildo was turned off with the dildo fully pumped up. It was then pulled from Rocky’s ass as it came out with a ‘pop’. The cage was slowly lowered to the ground and the bar was removed allowing Rocky to lower his arms. The door was then opened and Rocky limped out on all fours. Dallas led him over to a bucket in the corner where he was told he could take a piss. Rocky was so tired and ready to crash from the meth he had in his system from the night before. Dallas led him up stairs to a bed room where Rocky would be allowed to finally sleep. Rocky quickly fell into a deep sleep. Dallas then moved him into a sleep sack and quickly secured him inside. He placed noise reducing head phones over his ears, a special gag in his mouth and covered his eyes with a blind fold that would seal out the light. Then the sack was suspended from the ceiling as the teen slept off the effects of the drugs. When Rocky woke up he was unable to move, see, hear or speak. For a moment he thought he was dead. Dallas was aware of the teen waking up and quickly spoke to him through the head phones. “You’re ok Rocky. I want you to learn to appreciate what God has given you; good looks, good health, and the ability to consciously make a choice.” Rocky felt the crotch of the sack exposed and then felt a coolness followed by a ‘pinch’ on his soft dick. Slowly his dick began to get hard as he then felt his left arm exposed and the coolness followed by a needle stick into his arm. He coughed into the gag as he felt his senses being thrown into overdrive. “You have plenty of time to think over my offer and you know what your decision should be.” Rocky was left hanging there in the sleep sack as he heard the soft sounds of the ocean filling his ears. As the special mix of drugs flowed through his body he became open to suggestions he was subliminally hearing within the ocean sounds coming from the head phones. Rocky hung in the sleep sack all day with a raging hard cock and felt as if his senses were on over load. As night time approached Rocky was lowered and removed from his sensory depriving state. Rocky never saw the light of the passing day so he had no clue how long he had been with Dallas. All Rocky knew was that he needed to be at work in the morning. He began to realize the only way out of this was to agree to do the video that Dallas wanted him to take the starring roll. “Dallas, I don’t need to think any longer about your offer. I’ll be the star of your HIV video.” “That’s great news.” Rocky was given some forms to sign before he pssed out again. HIV Induction-The production When Rocky came to he was restrained in a sling in a strange room surrounded by lights and a couple guys with cameras. He looked over and saw Dallas sitting in a director’s chair chatting with a couple guys when he noticed Rocky was awake. Suddenly Dallas called out; “Action!” A skinny guy walked out from behind Dallas with a board in his hands and yelled out; “A Rocky Pozzing, take one.” Rocky was still a little groggy as he struggled a bit to grasp what was happening to him. He ran what the skinny kid had just said over in his head, ‘A Rocky Pozzing….oh my god, are they going to poz me?’ Suddenly Rocky was approached by a muscular man with a biohazard tattoo on his left arm. This guy stepped up between Rocky's legs with an old, used tooth brush in his hand. He rubbed the tooth brush along Rocky’s crack as Rocky shook his head from side to side and begged the man not to do this. “Please don’t poz me, I beg you please don’t do this.” His please were falling on deaf ears as the muscular man began to work the tooth brush into his neg ass. Rocky felt the brush scrape the inside of his ass as the man went to work abrading and opening up his hole for what was to cum. Rocky began to think that maybe this was just an act. That’s it, it was an act and they weren’t letting Rocky in on it so his actions would be seen as being real. Rocky could tell that the tooth brush in his ass was real as it began to sting with every thrust. It began to hurt so much that Rocky couldn’t keep himself from screaming out in pain. “FUCK! You’re killing me with that man, please stop.” The man pulled the, now bloody, tooth brush from the well abraded and abused ass of the restrained Rocky. He made a point of showing it to the camera for dramatic effect before he put it down and called out; “Rocky is ready for pozzing.” From out of no where maybe a dozen muscular men surrounded Rocky when he felt something stick him in his left arm and he let out a cough, then another cough as the man between his legs shoved his cock deep into his bloody ass. Rocky screamed out in pain as the man was only using his own blood for lube. As Rocky was being fucked he noticed that all the men had a biohazard tattoo on their left shoulder. The men surrounding him were feeling him up all over…pinching his nipples, pulling on his balls. By this time Rocky was moaning when one of the men pulled Rocky’s head over so that he could get his dripping cock sucked. The guy fucking Rocky grunted out; “FUCK! I’m gona shoot! FUCK! Take my poz load!” Rocky had no time to react when the guy he was sucking left his mouth to take his turn at fucking him. The first guy who fucked him walked over to Rocky’s head, leaned in to kiss him and whispered in his ear; “You have a sweet ass. I am glad I was the one to take your poz cherry.” This was not an act, it was real. They were pozzing him and filming it. Rocky began to thrash about some more as the second guy fucked him hard and deposited his poz load. Each man deposited a load in Rocky’s ass until the last and final one took his place between Rocky’s legs. Rocky noticed that he seem to have the biggest cock of all, it looked to be over 10” long and had a spiked PA through the tip. The man looked down at him and said; “You ready boy to make sure all that poz cum inside you does the work it’s supposed to do?” Rocky was speechless. His ass was already bloody and sore. He didn’t think he could take one more fucking. The man between his legs rammed the entire length of his cock inside Rocky balls deep in one stroke. Rocky was lost in all the activity. The guy fucking him seemed to take forever to cum. The slam of Tina he was given at the start of the shoot was wearing off when the man leaned in and kissed Rocky deep and hard and whispered to him; “I’ve saved this load for you for over 2 weeks. Its gona be a big one and I have a high viral load. Welcome to the family boy.” Then he hammered home with deep long strokes as sweat poured off his body and dripped onto Rocky. Suddenly he cried out; “OH! OH! FUCK YEAH! FUUUUUUCCKKK!” Rocky was left alone in the sling as the cameras moved around him. One by one they all left leaving Rocky there alone with the skinny kid from the start of the shoot. The kid walked over and took Rocky’s semi hard cock in his mouth and slowly sucked it back to life. Before too long Rocky began to pant and moan out as he was approaching his orgasm. He cried out “FUCK!” as he had the strongest orgasm of his young life and shot the biggest load of his life down the skinny kids throat. The kid left and Rocky drifted off to sleep. Rocky woke up in the front seat of Dallas’ Hummer outside the coffee shop. He was trying to figure out if what happened was all a dream or if it really happened. He went in for work and he was right on time. As the day went on he kept wondering about what had happened the night he spent with Dallas. He looked at the coffee shop owner and thought he had seen him in his dream. He saw numerous faces come through the coffee shop of men he never met before, v but thought he knew from some where. That night when he got home he had a nice meal. His mother asked him how he enjoyed the week he spent with friend. He was puzzled since he felt as if he had only been gone for a single day. Then he headed into the bathroom to strip down to take a shower when he noticed a new biohazard tattoo on his right arm.

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

Tom and I had chatted on Manhunt. The purely physical aside, he was a bit more direct than many guys with whom I had chatted as he asked me upfront about my status, and, of course, being the bastard that I am, I lied, saying neg (and routinely tested at three month intervals). He agreed to meet at a coffee shop on the campus of Carnegie Mellon, where he attended graduate school. Since the University is a short walk from my house, and I am well familiar with the campus, I arrived before he did. The moment I saw him, my dick started twitching. Tom was about 24 years old, 5'9, about 150 pounds, brown hair, sky-blue eyes, and sporting a soul patch and patch of beard on his chin. He was really fuckin’ cute. Oh yeah, just so you have a relatively complete picture, I'm 6', 190 pounds, jet black short hair, am well-muscled. I have one of those perpetual five o’clock shadows that are so much in vogue these days. I also have a passion for breeding boyish men, especially if they are neg and unsuspecting. As we talked, I charmed him and, in short order, it took little time to convince him that we should go back to his place, ostensibly to talk. Within 30 seconds of entering his apartment, I had kicked off my boots, yanked off my shirt and shucked my Levis. No underwear here. Naked except for my socks, my dick fully hard, the slit copiously oozing charged precum, I moved towards him. Tom looked stunned. "Wait, you're moving too fast!" he said. “I gotta have you, buddy” was my retort. I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug, and squeezed, making him gasp. I grasped the hair at the back of his head, and crushed his mouth against mine, licking his lips and teeth with broad strokes. He half resisted me at first, but the resistance was brief. When I got his teeth parted, I plunged my tongue deep in his mouth, and he melted into my grasp. I could feel his dick hardening though his jeans as I pressed my thigh against his crotch. As we kissed I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Wait!" he whispered. "No" I whispered back, as his shirt opened. He struggled against me, which turned me on more, even though there was no chance he could get away from me. Getting his jeans off his bony ass was child’s play, but I admit getting his underwear off was a bit of a challenge, but one I’ve played-out more than once, so soon enough I had him totally naked, in my arms, and we were headed towards his bed before he knew it. I fell forward onto his bed, crushing him beneath me. Rolling him on his belly, I forced his legs apart with mine. Rearing up a bit, I spread his ass and, by sliding my very excited cock between his cheeks, liberally painted his exposed neg asshole with my poz precum. I pressed my cock head against his hole, one hand between his shoulder blades holding him down, I began to push. "Don't." he said " I don't get fucked". How often I’ve heard that claim! Could it be I'd gotten especially lucky – that he was virgin as well as neg? Well, this was not the time to ask. Ample spit served as a perfunctory lube as I continued nudging my death stick inside him. When the head popped in, he groaned loudly, his eyes frozen in pain. I briefly considered the advantages of lube, but decided to press my advantage, so I rammed all 8" of my dick deep inside him, causing him to scream even louder. Laying on top on him, my death stick buried to the hilt in his tight spasming ass, I whispered "Oh, baby, you turn me on." I proceed to fuck him, enjoying the feel of his hole spasming each time I thrust into him, going faster as his hole stretched more, until finally I was really pounding his hole. I stopped and pulled out, and looked at the blood on my throbbing dick. This turned me on even more because I then knew he had been a virgin, and I knew that when I shot my charged load in him, it would likely be absorbed directly into his blood. Before he could act, I flipped him over, pulled his legs over my shoulders, and thrust back into him, immediately picking up my gut-busting rhythm. I loved watching grimaces play on his tear-streaked face each time I rammed into him. Still in him, I leaned down and whispered in his face "Know what, Tom? I lied. I'm poz, and I'm not on meds." For a moment he froze, a look of shock on his face. Shock was replaced almost immediately by fear. Then he panicked, struggling in vain to get away from me, begging and pleading for me to pull out. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him. It didn't take long for him to tire, his struggles less violent, though he continued to beg me to pull out. I asked if he'd even though the fuck that took his cherry would also be the fuck which pozzed his ass, which to my delight resulted in renewed struggles from Tom. I began furiously pounding his ass, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm. As I felt my balls begin to tighten, I slowed a bit, and whispered to him, each word punctuated by a thrust, "Here… comes… my load!" I rammed in deep, splattering my charged load inside his raped hole, as Tom's groans pealed deliciously in my ears. With each shot of cum, my orgasm seemed to ripple throughout my entire body. I felt as if I'd never stop shooting charged cum in him, but at last I did. After my tumescent cock slipped from his raped hole, I got up and pulled my clothing on. Hollowly, he asked me how I could do that him. I smiled, and told him that I liked introduce men to unprotected sex, a practice that I was sure he would cultivate in the future. He lay there silently - I assume trying to absorb my philosophy. Of course, his body was busy absorbing my poz cum. Fully dressed, I left his apartment. Sweet success.

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!!

From best to worst: 1. We’re vers and swap a few loads. 2. I make him come involuntarily as I’m fucking him. 3. Who cares? If he’s a total bottom, whether he comes is his business. That said, I do like it when I’ve bred him and he has to resort to wanking while my load sinks in

Yes very much so. I have cycles of hypersexual sex drive. At those time all logic goes out the window. More risk, more kinks and entire days spent being sexual in some shape or form.

Swallow. Sometimes I put my finger in my mouth to put some cum in my ass. Love to have his cum on both sides.

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

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...

I went to a Cumunion party at Steam last night that did not fit any of these types. More of No Gay Sex Union meeting. I lost it and went home after I finally saw someone getting action in the sling, and found out they were using dildoes instead of a cock.

Chapter 2: The Shy Guy Adrian walked along the twisting shore road, kicking his shoes moodily into the gravel. He was, as usual, alone. Exmouth was a depressing dead-end trap of a village at the best of times, but Adrian had already learned one of the fundamental principles of life near the ocean – that there is no place so depressing that the ocean and a grey, cloudy, windy day can’t make it more so. It didn’t help matters at all that he was, and had always been considered, the Number One Loser in his peer group. All he could think about was how soon he’d be able to get out of this hellhole for good – and how he could make it happen The village had one main street, twisting and turning and climbing up and down over the rocky hummocks that passed for hills. The houses, all similar in size and shape, sprawled out along the road for the best part of a mile. Occasionally a short side “street” would lead to a couple of houses that had been denied one of the favoured spots facing the main highway. At the end of the village – well, there was the trick. It didn’t really end. Like so many similar villages along the windswept, rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Exmouth blended seamlessly into its neighbours on either side. And again, like so many similar places, those neighbours were imaginatively named Lower West Exmouth and Upper East Exmouth. It was impossible for any outsider to know, apart from the signs, exactly where Exmouth gave way to Lower West Exmouth or again to Upper East Exmouth, nor why it should be so. Adrian had never understood it either. At the ripe old age of fifteen, Adrian Pennyfather scuffed his way homeward from the bus stop where the school bus had delivered him from the regional high school, a forty-five minute drive away from Exmouth (on a good weather day) in the largest town in the region, Lawrason’s Harbour. He was thinking about those laughable village names, as it happened, and pondering about how the pointless nature of the names and boundaries of the villages exactly reflected the pointless nature of his life. Most teenaged boys go through at least occasional fits of feeling like total misfits, although some cover it up better than others. Adrian had started feeling like this sooner, and found that the feelings were lasting much longer, than they were for most of his contemporaries. His feelings guaranteed that he would feel intolerably shy, unable and unwilling to socialize with his peer group. To put it bluntly, he didn’t care about any of the things they ranted on and on about. Fish, for starters. Exmouth was, like most coastal Nova Scotia villages, a fishing port. Adrian’s dad, Patrick, was one of the village’s more successful fishermen. He had the biggest and fastest boat in town and had been one of the first in the region to equip it with electronic gear to help with hunting schools of haddock. Even more significant, he’d gone in on shares with two other men in the village to buy a second boat, perfectly equipped for the exacting business of placing and harvesting lobster pots. Patrick Pennyfather was a success, just as his father and grandfather had been before him, and he intended to hand the family trade on to his sons. Alex, four years older than Adrian, was all for that. He loved the sea and just messing about in boats, and he had a natural gift and an innate love for the whole realm of coastal fishing. Adrian hated it. His father, faced with such resistance to an obvious course of action, simply doubled down on the lessons, the pep talks, the stories of successes of the past, and all the rest. Adrian sighed inwardly and pretended to be interested. He did the same with his automatic registration in each successive level of the hockey leagues, where he made a passable but not glorious defenceman – again, in sharp distinction to the scoring records racked up by his older brother at left wing. Adrian’s mother, Mary (née O’Leary), a Newfoundlander through and through, had her own obsession – the dating life of her sons. “It would be a grand thing indeed for you lads to settle down here when you’re of age to be living on your own.” She was a great one for observing tradition, and her idea was that her boys should date and marry local girls and settle down in Exmouth. Alex, as the oldest, would marry first, of course, and would move into the house next door. That house had been the home of the local family which had adopted Mary after she’d been orphaned. The house was currently rented out to “city folks.” Adrian would follow suit in due course and would build a house for himself and his wife on the back forty of his parents’ property. It was the Exmouth way. Adrian had followed the same plan as he did with his father – cringing inwardly and invisibly, while coolly pretending agreement to his mother’s Grand Plan. School was just the same. He had to listen to all the other boys talking endlessly about things which were of absolutely no interest to him at all. Things like fish. And hockey. And girls. More precisely, girls’ boobs. And it was exactly there that Adrian found life at its most intolerable. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” That was almost a daily comment. Here is where fate had played a particularly nasty trick on Adrian. By whatever miracle of the hormones, he had been almost the first boy in his class to move into puberty, and certainly the first one to begin growing and changing in that vital area. As soon as that happened, it became obvious that Adrian Pennyfather’s dick was going to be the biggest thing going. At that, his nickname took on a whole new resonance. For years, his fellow students had called him “the biggest tool.” It was a time when the word “tool” had become a common slang nickname for a loser, an outsider, an idiot, or just about any other insult you wanted to heap on someone. “He’s such a tool.” It was when he was in Grade 4 that he had first heard someone say it: “Adrian has to be the biggest tool in class.” And it had continued to be his label. He’d dealt with it by keeping to himself, which fitted in with his natural temperament anyway. Now, things had changed. The words were being spoken in a tone of awe, tinged with respect. Now it was: “Adrian’s got the biggest tool.” He really did, too, and by a respectable margin. And his classmates now showed an endless obsession with the idea of him using it. “Hey, Ade, bet you’d love to slide your tool in between Linda’s boobs and squirt all over them.” Every guy in the school was obsessed with Linda Blairbourn’s eye-catching chest. Well, almost every guy. Adrian didn’t give a damn about Linda and her generously-proportioned mammaries. His ideas ran more along the lines of blasting his juice all over the furry, muscular chest of her older brother, Thomas. There were other guys in the village who turned Adrian’s crank, his older brother Alex being one of them, but the girls – especially Linda Big Boobs – left him cold. Adrian’s sexual fantasies were getting so strong, in fact, that the daily ritual of stripping and showering after PE class was turning into a real torment. He was lucky that his interest was in older guys – the scrawny, pimply fifteen-year-olds around him did not interest him at all. He was lucky, too, that the sheer size of his dick meant that it wouldn’t spring a woody nearly as fast as his peers’ more average meat sticks. Proof positive: when he was 17, one of the other boys on the hockey team got brave enough to organize a circle jerk, Adrian was actually the last of the group to get fully hard. He spent the next five minutes or so thinking about the Mona Lisa and the Venus de Milo until one of the others dropped the first load. Then he let himself enter into the spirit of the occasion. When he did cum, it was an impressive blast that shot high into the air before splattering back down over his body. The other guys murmured in awe. None of them had such a huge cock, and none of them could shoot that high. The truth of the matter was that Adrian was thinking about Thomas Blairbourn, and imagining himself sucking Thomas off to climax in his mouth when he blew. That year was actually a prime year for the senior hockey team. The group had held together for several years in a run with no additions or subtractions, and they not only defeated Lawrason’s Harbour for the district championship, but went all the way to the provincial finals, losing the final seventh-in-series championship game to an elite team from Halifax in a heartbreaking sudden-death overtime period. All the same, it was a remarkable season, and even Adrian had fired up enough on the ice to feel that he had made a fair and significant contribution to the run for the cup, especially when he was reaching his eighteenth birthday at the same time. His father thought so, too, and decreed that a short family vacation was in order. The result was a four-night long weekend in Boston. His father, frugal as always, had picked a small but clean hotel in the edges of the downtown area. The family had quickly figured out which way to go to the nearest bus stop so they could explore. Adrian, even quicker on the draw, had realized in no time flat that the hotel was just across the street and down half a block from a gay bar which he’d read about. On the second night, his parents wanted to go out and see the city all lit up by night. Alex wanted to take in a movie at a nearby theater. Adrian, quiet as always, declined any outing and said that he just wanted to stay in – he was still tired, he explained, from the exertions of the hockey season final games. Once his parents were clear, and Alex was off and away, Adrian sprang into action. He cleaned up as best he could, put on some discreet dark clothes, and headed out the door. He chose a quiet moment to slip across the street, and in another minute he was in the door of the bar. Sliding up to the bar, he fitted himself in between two older guys, caught the bartender’s eye, and asked for a Coke. The bartender looked him up and down, winked, and pushed a glass full of Coke and ice across the bar to him. “Here you go. On the house.” Adrian thanked him, tipped him, and then turned around to study the room. At once, he could tell that everyone in the room was studying him. Not surprising. Fresh, young meat, and an unfamiliar face. One sure thing, all the older guys were hovering, figuring out a good way to approach an obviously shy newbie. The winner, though, was another young fellow, no more than twenty (Adrian guessed). This red-headed guy slipped over to him, slapped him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Hi, I’m Calum.” “Adrian.” “And you’re from…?” “Exmouth, Nova Scotia.” “Anywhere near Halifax?” “Not really – you gotta use a magnifying glass to find it on the map.” “Welcome to Baahston. Like it here?” The rest of the conversation followed along predictable lines. After barely a minute, Calum realized that he was dealing with an utter novice, shy as hell to boot, and knew that he’d have to do his best to educate the new kid. “Come on, Adrian. Let me show you the rest of the place.” They put down their glasses, and Calum led the way through the door at the back of the room. As they walked through the dark maze of the building, dimly lit with red and blue lights, Adrian caught glimpses of men – half-naked or naked, making out, jacking, rubbing…. “Oh, my God – is that guy actually…?” “It’s called rimming. Feels awesome! Want me to show you?” “Here?” “Why not?” Just like that, Calum spun Adrian around and pressed him against the wall in a bend of the corridor. There was still room for other guys to get by. He reached around, released the button, and pulled his jeans down. Then he tugged at the waistband of Adrian’s boxers, pulling them down to expose the younger boy’s sweet young ass. Calum spread his cheeks apart, sniffed deeply, and then buried his face deep into Adrian’s crack and began feasting on his hole. Adrian was feeling totally mind-blown. He’d never imagined anything like this ever happening. None of his unimaginative friends could either. All that these village boys could imagine a man ever doing with another man was cocksucking or cornholing. Calum was taking all of Adrian’s fantasy life and blowing the limits wide open, as his talented tongue and lips showed Adrian whole new worlds of male-male sexual interaction, stirring up feelings the fisherman’s son could never have imagined. Adrian moaned loudly, again and again, and then realized that they were attracting an audience. He didn’t mind. The wanton nature of what they were doing, the cascade of wild new sensations Calum was giving him, the attention from the onlookers…. “Shit! Look at that kid’s cock!” For once, Adrian didn’t mind his cock being noticed. He hadn’t realized until that moment that he had actually sprung the biggest, hardest woody of his young life. The things Calum was doing to him had given him the wildest turn-on he’d ever felt. Just as he thought that, his education took another massive leap forward. One of the guys watching dropped to his knees and leaned in to begin sucking Adrian’s cock. If he’d thought he was mind-blown before, this new sensation dragged him clear off the face of the earth. He’d never even come close to guessing what a hot mouth on his cock would feel like. The guy giving him his first blowjob was an expert sucker, but even so he could barely get half of that massive shaft inside his face. But then Calum broke in. He stood up, leaned closer to Adrian, and said, “Pull up your clothes and come with me.” Adrian broke away from the virtuoso cocksucker with some reluctance and followed Calum along the hall. Behind him he heard a voice saying, “Damn, that dick was fucking gigantic – I couldn’t even come close to deep-throating him.” Calum led him up a flight of stairs, chose an open door and dived in, pulling Adrian after him, and then closed and locked the door. The tiny room they were in had a single bed, and a small shelf with condoms and lube on it. “Damn, that was hot!” Adrian’s mind was still spinning from everything that had happened. “Sorry to break your fun, but I wanted to take this to the next level.” With that, Calum moved closer and pressed his lips to Adrian’s – and Adrian was experiencing his first man to man kiss. He got right into it, his hard-on throbbing in the half-opened front of his jeans as Calum taught him more and more. Calum had his hand fastened onto Adrian’s bulging boxers and was busily squeezing and rubbing Adrian’s giant handful as they made out. Now, he went gracefully down onto his knees and opened up the jeans, pulling down the shorts, wanting to suck this massive meat for himself. Calum wasn’t a bit more successful at taking it all than the older man downstairs, but judging by the moans pouring from Adrian’s mouth, this was not a problem. Suddenly, Adrian gave a small yelp of surprise and pleasure as Calum’s finger, wetted with spit, slid into his hole. He’d played with his ass himself, of course, but someone else’s finger in there took the game to a whole new level. Calum kept working him with finger (in back) and throat (in front) and Adrian’s moans got louder and more frequent. Calum stood up again, turned Adrian around and pushed him down onto the bed on all fours. He seized Adrian’s shoes and pulled them off, then followed with his jeans and boxers. Then he dived back into Adrian’s crack again, this time using finger and tongue together. When his probing, questing finger at last found Adrian’s magic button, Adrian cried out, “I can’t stop it – I’m going to shoot!” Calum quickly dived between his legs, rolling onto his back so he could get the quivering, jumping cock into his mouth. As soon as his lips closed around the head, Adrian exploded. The first spurt nearly filled Calum’s entire mouth. He gulped and swallowed, again, again, a fourth time, and still the sperm kept pulsing out. While he was sucking, he’d grabbed his own tool, given it three or four quick yanks, and exploded onto his own abs before dripping down onto the floor. Finally, he had to surrender and pull away, letting Adrian’s quivering tool fire out the last three or four squirts and then the drizzling aftermath onto his face. Calum pulled up and sat on the bed, then patted the sheet beside him as an invitation to Adrian to sit with him. Adrian leaned back against the wall, a dazed, all-gone smile on his face. “Damn, man, do you always shoot a gallon of cum like that?” “I don’t know. In case you hadn’t guessed, this is my first time with another guy.” “With that dick, and that kind of cumshot, you’re going to have the guys fighting over you wherever you go,” Calum said in an awed, respectful tone. Adrian laughed. The idea of being popular, in demand, wanted, needed, was so foreign to him that he had to laugh away his bafflement. But then Calum went on. “I’d love to have another round. I just don’t think I could take that dick of death in my hole. I’ve only ever been fucked a few times, and never by anything close to that huge.” “Do you want to fuck me?” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking? It felt so incredible when you were rimming me and then had your finger inside me. I want to feel it all.” “So you’ve never been fucked.” “No. I told you, this is my first time.” “If you’re sure. I’ll be gentle. But it’s going to hurt.” “I don’t care. I want you to do me.” “Okay, then. Lie on your face.” Adrian did as he was told, and Calum went right to town on his hole again, using tongue and fingers – more than one finger now – to loosen his tight, virgin ass. Adrian continued moaning his pleasure as Calum worked him over. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Time to change places.” “Why?” “You’ll see.” Adrian got up, and Calum laid down on his back on the bed, his seven-inch cock standing up out of its nest of red hair. “Just plant your hole on it and sit down – at your own speed.” Adrian proceeded to do that. He straddled Calum, then placed the tip of Calum’s erection against his never-fucked ass pussy. And then he began to push. The pain made him cry out. Calum said, “Grab the lube – up there.” Adrian seized the small tube from the shelf, opened it, and smeared it over Calum’s dick and onto his own hole. Then he tried again, wincing at the pressure. After a few seconds, though, something gave way and, with one more searing flash of pain, Calum’s head was lodged inside Adrian’s body. “Oh my god!” Adrian cried out at the pain, but then he bit his tongue and pushed harder. This was what he wanted, a man’s cock inside his body, inside his ass, filling and stretching him. “Just hang on. Breathe deep breaths.” Good advice. Adrian took it. The waves of pain finally ebbed away until he could feel all the sensation of cock in his hole. “Fuck, that’s amazing.” “Okay, hold still,” With that, Calum began gently pushing up and then pulling down, and Adrian realized he was at last being fucked – and it felt incredible. As Calum’s tool pumped in and out of him, his own cock had filled up and was rock hard again, jumping up and down with each stroke. “Fuck, man, we gotta stop.” “Why, Calum?” “We forgot to use rubbers. And I’m about to cum.” “Fuck that. Keep going and give it to me. I want to feel your cum shooting inside me.” ‘If you’re sure….” “Quit talking and fucking fill me up!” Calum resumed pumping and after a few more thrusts he shot. And Adrian felt, for the first time, the sensation of his ass slowly turning wet as the cum spread around the head of Calum’s dick inside him. It was awesome – the most incredible sensation of this whole amazing night. Calum pushed him slowly upwards until his cock popped out, followed by a stream of cum as Adrian struggled to close up his newly-plundered man hole. He flopped down on the bed beside Calum, and then realized belatedly that he needed to cum again himself. He grasped his huge tool and began sliding his hand, but Calum stopped him. “Fuck, I don’t care how much it hurts. I want to get that thing inside me, and I want to get your load as well. Fair exchange!” He grabbed another tube of lube off the shelf, spread it around and into his hole, and then used his hand to grease up Adrian’s massive tool. Then he straddled Adrian, facing him, and proceeded to push that enormous log into his ass. Adrian stared in awe as the struggle was written all over Calum’s contorted features. His face turned red as he hissed and gasped for breath, but he was going to get that huge thing inside him no matter what. In another moment, Calum’s hole surrendered to the inevitable and Adrian racked up another in the day’s list of astonishing firsts – the sensation of feeling his cock inside another man’s ass. But he didn’t have long to enjoy it. Calum had only enough time to make the first two or three tentative movements on Adrian’s enormous shaft before that powerhouse dick convulsed and exploded into his straining hole. Once again, Adrian fired out an enormous quantity of seed in a series of powerful shots. Calum, meanwhile, was beating his cock like a madman and sprayed out a load all over Adrian’s face as Adrian finished cumming inside him. After they’d both calmed down, Calum led the way to the showers, and the two of them took turns washing and caressing each other, with Calum swatting away a couple of older guys who were getting a bit too pushy. Then he led Adrian back to the room where they could pull their clothes back on before leaving. Outside in the street, Adrian thanked Calum for an incredible evening. Calum winked, and said, “I think we’re both going to be sore for a week. With a dick like that, you ought to be in pictures.” Calum leaned in and the two of them kissed goodnight before going their separate ways. Across the street, Adrian’s brother Alex watched the two of them kissing under the sign of a well-known gay bar. Mentally, he was congratulating his kid brother. He wished he’d had the nerve to go in there too.

Very noir.. I felt like I was reading a Raymond Chandler novel.

PART TWO "Deep breaths....big deep breaths" I heard a distant voice say as I started coming to. I felt a bottle of smelling salts being held to my nose. "There he is, he's starting to come round now." I soon realised that I was stark naked on a bed, with my arms tied wide apart. I felt a wet sensation between my legs & looked down to see Damian in his leather with his mouth between my legs, obviously licking my arsehole. "We weren't sure whether we might've given you too much!" laughed Ron who was completely naked next to me. "It's good to see you back again, now once again, deep breaths boy." He held the bottle to one nostril & then the other. I took a deep hit in each nostril thinking that the smelling salts might give me a bit of extra strength to break out of the restraints. I soon realised that they weren't smelling salts however as I felt my arsehole loosen up further. "Beautiful" I heard Damian say as he pushed my legs up, still eating my arse. "Give him one more in each I think." I was too out of it to resist as Ron pushed the bottle to each of my nostrils one more time. He then sat on my face as he pulled my legs back over my head. "Mmmmmm...now look at that." I heard a muffled voice say as I could feel my arsehole exposed to the air. Not for long though, as I felt a pair of fingers push roughly inside my hole & finger fuck me. It hurt so much but I was also under the spell of whatever they'd given me. "It's all yours.....happy anniversary darling." I could just make out Ron say. Damian's cock started to slowly enter my arse and I could feel it opening my hole up. I'd seen so many pornos of this being done to women but could hardly believe it was happening to me. I wanted to cry out but Ron's arse had completely enveloped my face. My thrashing about was obviously turning him on though as he squirmed on my face & I could tell that he was jacking off on top of me as they each had one leg pulled back now. I could hear them kissing hard too as I was getting fucked and totally helpless, resigned to my fate. All I could think of doing was trying to finish it as quick as I could so I started to lick Ron's arse, thank God it was clean. Girls always enjoyed when I ate their pussies & I seemed to be just as good with men as I could hear him moaning about how good it felt. Damian had now grabbed both legs & was pushing me back hard, I guess to get further in and, despite my best efforts, I found myself very hard. Ron switched now to jerking himself with one hand and my cock with the other. I wished I wasn't but I knew I was close to cumming. Damian started pounding me harder & I knew he must be close too. He got so deep that it triggered my orgasm all over my chest & tummy and I felt my insides flooding shortly after. Ron started grunting and I felt his cum shoot over my chest. Damian pulled out of me & I felt his tongue & mouth on me, slurping up all of the cum that had pooled there. Ron got off my face & I was so light-headed, gasping for air that I didn't see Damian moving on top of me. Before I could react, his mouth was on top of mine, depositing all of the cum he'd collected down my throat as I passed out again, this time through exhaustion & lack of oxygen. END OF PART TWO

11. The first part of work wasn’t so bad, the big loads inside my hole, plus the work out had actually cooled the fire inside me. It wasn’t until around three o’clock when the itch came back, creeping through my brain. I surreptitiously started swapping back and forth between sending emails and sending messages on Scruff. There were more people close by than normal it felt. My office wasn’t exactly in a highly residential part of town, so it could be a little bit of a desert occasionally. Today however it seemed to be hopping, and there were several guys pretty close by. I had changed my profile the day before to describe my new-found self more accurately. It now read proudly that I was a BB bottom, no condoms, looking for hung tops. There was a new profile just a few hundred feet away. There was no face, but the profile boasted of wanting to breed hungry holes, and the photos it did have were of a heavy torso, the kind that powerlifters get, big but also round. I messaged him, jumping straight to the point: horny? You have no idea: came his reply, almost immediately. He must have had the phone open in his hand. I unlocked my pics, which now featured a picture of my caged cock leaking a thing string of precum. He, unlocked his in return, still no face but more importantly a big fat mushroom headed cock, and a pair of low hanging full looking balls. My hole twitched. I’m at work, when are you free? I responded. Where do you work? I told him the building. Well that’s convenient, I work in the same building. Do you know the 19th floor? Yeah… Off the elevator, to the right, half down the hallway. The company there moved out last month and there’s a private bathroom there no one uses. Fuck yes! Meet there in 10? See you there. I made up a little sign to stick on my computer “stepped out, back in 20” and slipped out of the office. There is a gender neutral bathroom between the other two, go in, get naked, and leave the door unlocked: he messaged as I arrived on the 19th floor. I found the bathroom easily enough, in a small vacant multi office unit, and closed the door to the single occupant bathroom behind me. I pulled my shirt off, and put my pants over the lid of the trash can. I stood now, in just my shoes and a jock. Then the door was opening, as soon as I heard the latch click back I turned to see who was there. My stomach dropped. “I don’t normally do this sort of thing” my boss said in his deep gravely voice, “well, with employees that is.” “I am so sorry Sir, I shouldn’t have been.. I mean.. I can just... please don’t think that I…” I was stammering, but was also excited. “If you want to go, you absolutely can and I won’t say anything about this and it will never effect work.” “I, its just… you know…” “But, if you want to stay,” he grabbed his crotch and I saw now the thick outline of a hard cock in his pants. That stopped my stammering. “I’ve got a two day load I need to blow and I’ve wanted to breed your hole since the day you started.” The monster inside me was fully awake, everything else went out the window. I licked my lips, and then turned around bending forward onto the sink. “I was hoping that would be your answer.” I watched him undress in the mirror. Unbuttoning his shirt and laying it on top of my pants on the trash can. He was muscular enough that there was no overlooking it even in a button-down but seeing his big solid torso bare was spectacular. He was so much hairier than I had even thought from the picture on his profile. He was amazing. Then the pants were off, and he was standing there in a pair of straining white briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He came closer, and I bent more forward. He surprised me though by getting down on his knees and spitting right into my open hole. Then his stubble was on my cheeks and his tongue slid into my hole. I moaned my approval as he lapped at my well used ass. “Fuck. Is that cum I taste?” “Yeah, I took two loads at the gym this morning,” I said, now totally uninhibited. “I guess I should have been checking Scuff at work more often. If I had known you were the slut I wanted you to be I could have been using this cunt for ages.” “Well it’s your now,” I grinned. “Oh, I’m going to take advantage of that fact,” and he dove back into my hole. “Fuck, yes. Please.” I watched him in the mirror, his head wedged tight between by cheeks. I pushed my ass back onto him, winking my hole open allowing his tongue deeper in. “God, your hole is begging me to fuck it.” “Please.” “You want my raw cock.” He stood up, and finally pushed his briefs down. His cock was blocked from my view but I felt the head on my cheeks. It felt heavy, and already slick with precum. “I need it.” He lent forward. His chest pressed against my back, and his mouth inches from my ear. “I know you do. This cunt is hungry.” “Please. Use me. Breed my cunt.” “Any time,” One hand held my shoulder, the other lined his cock up with my hole, and then push. The warm bliss swept up my body from my hole as he slid inside me. The loads from the gym lubed his dry cock as it stretched me out once more. It was easy, it was pleasure, it was joyous. “Fuck,” he groaned, and bottomed out, “you took that like a fucking champ.” “I’ve had a lot of practice lately.” “Perfect.” He started to fuck me. Long deep strokes, medium pace. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but he also wasn’t going easy on me. He hammered my hole hard over and over. I was grunting and thrusting my ass back as hard as I could. He was growling, both of his hands on my shoulders now. My hole felt wet and sloppy as he used me. Looking at myself in the mirror I was shocked by the look in my eyes. I had seen that look in pornos that I’d watched before. It was the look of a bottom lost in being used. It was the look of someone who had found his place, was consumed with lust. Mike and I would jokingly call it cum-lust eventually. I was looking at the face of a cumdump. I was my bosses cumdump. “God your hole feels so fucking good. I wish I had more time right now to really use this cunt.” “You can have it any time you want, there will be lots of chances for you to use me.” “Fuck yes.” “Use me as your office slut.” “You read my mind. Fuck I’m going to breed you. Make you mine. Fill your fucking hole.” “Yes, please. Breed me! Flood my cunt!” “Take my fucking load boy!” “Please!” “Cumdump!” “Breed me!” “Fuck!” He switched to holding my hips and fucked me even harder. I had to brace whole body against the sink to keep from falling over. His face was contorting, his teeth bared with an animal lust, and his eyes narrowed. He roared and then bottomed out inside me completely. His balled pulled up tight to his body, and I was filled with another load. He shook a little and rested on my back as his breath returned to normal. “Good boy.” “Thank you! I needed that.” “Me too.” He straightened up, and slowly pulled his cock from my hole with a wet squelsh. I spun around and dropped to my knees. For the first time I saw his naked cock. His balls hung low under his cock, swinging lightly. The big mushroom head was slick with cum from my hole. A long thick vein ran vertically down from the head into the dense pubes surrounding the wide base. It was a beautiful cock. I swallowed it down, licking the cum and ass juice from it. He shuddered and groaned. His hands rested on the back of my head. For a moment his cock started to deflate in my mouth, I slowed down my sucking, but a moment later it was getting hard again. His hands held tight to the back of my head, and his hips started to move. Not two minutes after dumping a load in my hole, my boss was now face fucking me. I gagged a little, swallowing hard to allow his cock deeper into my mouth. I pulled air in through my nose, not wanting to let him down or force his cock from my mouth. His fingers were twisting into my hair as he became steadily rougher. Being face fucked had never been my schtick before, but here on the floor of a bathroom with my boss in my mouth, I loved it. Maybe it wasn’t just loads in my hole I needed but to be used by men. Being his hole was what was getting me off. His breath changed like before, and low growls came from his throat. I was about to swallow his load. He pulled his cock back till the head was resting right at the edge of my lips, his slit aimed perfectly into my mouth. There was a moment of nothing, and then cum slammed into my mouth. Pump after pump filled my mouth and throat. I swallowed, hungrily drawing his load deep inside me. “Fuck. Jesus that was amazing.” “Thank you, Sir.” “I need to get back down for a meeting. Wait a few minutes before following after me?” “Sure,” I said getting up grinning. “Hey,” he said, starting to get dressed, “Wanna meet me up here at 5? I can pump one more load in your hole before heading home?” “I’ll see you then.” “Perfect.” Then he left, and I stood there in my jock, two of my boss’s loads in my hole and the promise of another one.

This story encouraged me to get my own cage... got it four days ago! And I froze the key! Got horny and wanted to cum, and then I saw my key frozen. I hope it doesn't bend or break. Or do I lol.

10. The next day was a late start at work, so after Mike dragged himself out of my bed and went to work himself I lay in bed for a few long minutes. My hole felt tender, and there was dried precum on the end of my caged. I got up and took a quick shower, feeling how puffy and well used my hole felt to the touch. I was still horny. I was more horny. The cage was clearly working. I groaned, there was no way I could be as distracted at work as I had been the day before. I had mountains to get done that afternoon. I stretched and gathered my work clothes and gym stuff into my duffle bag. I threw on some jeans and a shirt, and headed to the gym hoping a work out might burn off some of my energy. At the gym I swiped in, and made my way to the locker room. I went over to a bank of lockers I usually used, and opened my bag. It was then that I realized I hadn’t thought about something. The shorts I usually wore at the gym were small with built in underwear and didn’t leave much to the imagination. There was no hiding my cage through the thing fabric. I was unsure what to do for a minute and then thought about Mike parading around the apartment, and changed into the shorts. I started a normal circuit, treadmill, some bench press, curls. All the while I found my concentration drifting. I was checking out every man who came near. I lived in a pretty queer area of town, so there were lots of gay guys around, but it wasn’t usually a gym for cruising. Today though I felt like the sexual energy in the gym was quadrupled, but maybe that was actually just me. I finished my work-out and felt no less horny. It hadn’t helped. If anything, I was even hornier than before. The smell of sweat in the locker room made my cock twitch in its cage as I walked back to my locker to get my shower things. Rounding the locker banks, I noticed there was someone standing just a couple lockers away from mine. I felt suddenly bashful knowing he would almost certainly see my cage as I stripped off for the shower. There was really nothing for it though if I didn’t want to go to work wreaking from the gym. Up close I realized the guy was hot, a tall blonde, with big broad shoulders, a heavy five o’clock shadow. He pulled off his sweaty work out shirt revealing thick sweat matted chest hair covering his round pecs. One nipple had a silver bar through it, and he had a small equal sign tattooed on his ribs under his arm: a gay. He smiled at me as I unlocked my locker. “Good work out,” he asked. “Yeah. You?” “I worked up a pretty good sweat.” He stretched his arms above his head, and the thick sent of sweaty man wafted from his exposed hairy pits. My cock twitched. I smiled and pulled my duffle out to get my shower things. I tugged my own shirt off, just as he pushed his shorts to the ground revealing a white Bike jock. His ass was covered in thick blonde hair, and the pouch of his jock looked heavy even just at rest. Fuck, I wanted him inside me. He pulled out a towel, shower shoes, and a little tote from his locker, and seemed to be getting ready to head to the showers. I could wait till he left to take off my shorts, I thought, and then I could change alone. He didn’t leave right away though he just stood there, “You going to hit the showers?” “Yeah,” I said a little nervously, “In a minute.” “I always wished this gym had a steam room.” “I know, that would be perfect.” I felt awkward now just killing time for him to leave before getting undressed, so I decided to just move quickly and hope for the best. I turned away from him and quickly took my shorts off and put them into my locker, grabbing my towel to cover myself as fast as I could. “Now you’re going to be shy,” he said. “What?” “I said now you’re gonna be shy? Now after you spent all that time on the treadmill running with your cage bouncing for all of us to see?” “I well, I… I guess there’s no use hiding it if you know.” I dropped the towel to hang at my side and turned my fully exposed body to him. “You know, working out always makes me horny as fuck.” “I was hoping it would burn off some of my energy but me too.” “You know the last two showers at the back have full length doors. No one can tell who’s there… or how many” I stepped forward and grabbed his growing bulge through his jock, “Lead the way then.” He smiled, grabbed his towel, and started off for the showers. I shut the lockers and followed behind him. He was right the last two stalls were larger with full doors and a little changing space before the shower. We walked in, and closed the door. He tossed his towel on the bench and then dropped his jock. His cock was thick and half hard already jutting out from dense blonde pubes. He turned the water on before turning to me and saying in a soft voice, “get me hard so I can breed your hole.” Then I was on my knees in the gym shower. I had come to the gym to try and make myself less horny and I had ended up in the shower with a guy who was about to breed me. I knew nothing about this guy, and that was ok. I just wanted to get fucked. I slurped down his dick, the sound of the shower drowning out the sound of me gagging on the thick shaft I hoped. I bobbed up and down, slathering it with spit, slowly pulling blood into the thickening member. He hardened fast, and my mouth was soon stretched around what felt like a soda can. He pulled me to my feet, his cock pressed hard into my stomach above my own dripping caged cock. He planted a hard wet kiss on my lips, and then spun me around. I landed on the changing bench, and braced against the wall, knelt with my ass presented to him. I felt his warm breath on my cheeks and then the stubble of his beard in my crack. Then his tongue found my hole, darting across the abused pucker. He let out an appreciative moan as my hole quickly bloomed open for him, inviting his tongue inside. With all the cock I had taken over the past two days my hole knew what to do, what it needed. I felt relaxed and taken care of, he wanted this to feel good for both of us. He worked his tongue around my hole, pressing the lips further apart till I felt almost gaped open. Only then did he get up and hawk a big wad of spit onto his cock and move to start fucking me. He was big, but I was practiced, and his cock slid easily into my cunt. I felt the stretch, but it was only pleasure and he was able to just slip right up to my second ring. He wasn’t quite long enough to break past it but I felt the thrilling and intoxicating pleasure of a cock pushing against my inner hole. He moaned and whispered in my ear “fuck your pussy feels amazing.” We were trying to be quiet but it was hard when his cock felt so good. He warmed me up a little before really starting to fuck me, but soon he was slapping hard into my hole. I felt certain the sound of the shower running wouldn’t be enough to cover all of the noise but I also didn’t care. He felt amazing. I slammed my ass back against him, making him fuck me even harder. I gripped his cock with my hole to milk his load out, and he just kept growling in my ear. It was a great fuck. We both clearly needed it, and wanted to make sure the other got everything he wanted. When he finally grunted that he was going to cum, I was slightly out of breath. I panted, “please breed my cunt,” as he picked up the pace. He didn’t need my encouragement, but it seemed to tip him over the edge. He shook a little and held tight to my hips, his breathing ragged and his cock spasmed and pumped hot cum deep inside of me. I sighed in satisfaction as I was once more filled with a stranger’s load. He stayed there for a moment, till his breathing came back to normal. When he pulled out and I looked back at him he looked happy and satisfied. We stepped into the water together to wash the work out away, and I sucked the cum from his cock. He kissed me again as we toweled off, and said “I’ll go out first, you wait a moment and then follow so it’s not quite as obvious.” I laughed, I felt certain anyone close by would have known. I stepped back from the door as he unlocked it and left. I heard him bump into someone, and mutter an apology, and then I heard him say, “Oh, well um there’s still… there’s still someone in that shower.” Then another person said something I couldn’t hear, followed by my top saying, “A hot bottom actually.” “Fuck yeah,” said a new voice, closer now. “I just fucked a big load into him, don’t know if he wants more but…” I didn’t hear any more from the blonde, but a young-looking jock appeared in the shower doorway with a massive grin on his face. He looked maybe 20 at the most, but definitely college age. He still had the round face of a boy but the body of a man. A thing waft of chest hair was starting to grow across his nice pecs, promising to grow into a nice thick pelt as he aged. He had on only a towel, into which plunged an ample treasure trail. He closed the door behind him, and locked it before saying, “Got time for one more?” It was and earnest question. He wasn’t one of the aggressive Dom older men I’d been meeting with, he was a horny college boy hoping to blow his load. “Lets see what you’re working with,” I said. He dropped the towel which had started to tent revealing a nice uncut cock. It wasn’t the biggest thing I’d ever seen but it was wide, and that’s what always got me. “I think I’ve got time.” I turned the water to the shower back on, grabbed the jock by the waist and moved him to the changing bench. I got on my knees and sucked him hard while he sat there, his hands on the back of my head. He had to hold one hand against his mouth as I started blowing him, running my tongue around his foreskin, enjoying the salty sweat that clung to his skin. His unkempt pubes tickled my nose as I dove deep. His balls rested lightly against my chin, and I flicked my tongue down the base of his shaft. He let out a loud grown that the water could never have covered and then giggled a quietly. “Sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t worry about it.” I got up and straddled him on the bench his cock now hard as a rock. I sat down slowly, his head missing my hole a few times before finding its mark and sliding inside. He let out another groan, and I kissed him hard on the mouth. “If you cant keep quiet I’ll just have to shut you up.” I whispered in his ear as I started to ride him. He moaned into my mouth as I rocked up and down on his cock, kissing him all the while. His hands played across my back, sometimes on my shoulders, sometimes cupping my ass. He didn’t seem to know where to put them. It didn’t seem like he was going to last long. The horniness from his work out and warmth of my slick hole where fast sending him over the edge. He was writing under me as I bounced harder and harder. Till suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me down on the full, not unsubstantial, length of his cock. I felt his ball tighten and the shaft pulse as he unloaded. His face went totally blank for a long moment, then his eyes rolled back almost sleepily as ecstasy washed across his face. For a long blissed out moment he held me there, his cock still throbbing as it pumped a few more spurts into my cunt. I kissed him again and, careful not to lose his load, got up. “Thanks man, that was amazing,” he panted. I left him to his shower and went to get dressed with two big loads in my hole.

3. I tugged my hard cock out from the pouch of my jock and stroked it a few times knowing that my hand wasn’t what I was craving. I stopped for a moment before going to get my phone, was I going to do this? I dragged my finger across my hole and felt my slick pucker… of course I was. Within ten minutes of taking a stranger’s load I was back on Scruff searching for another top. This time I was a little less specific in who I was looking for, I didn’t need a daddy, just someone with a thick cock who’d like a wet hole. I was a little surprised with myself still. I thought about Mike the day before doing the exact same thing and started messaging guys who looked promising. A guy in his mid-thirties responded first he was direct: Horny? Fuck yes, I responded basically immediate. I just got back from a work trip and need to blow this four day load bad I know where you can blow it? Oh yeah? Yeah, come dump your load in me. I was a little surprised by own aggression so quickly after the first top but I knew what I wanted. Whats the address? I gave it to him and then added as an afterthought: Ps. I’ve already got one load in me, hope that’s not a problem. Fuck, that’s perfect, means I don’t need lube. Then he was on his way. I changed nothing about myself. I left my ass slick, and my hair slightly messed up from the last top. I slowly edged myself a little as I waited. It was maybe twenty minutes before the buzzer rang and my next top was here. I opened the door for him, he was around my height, a little soft around the middle but really cute and almost boyish in the face. We kissed as I closed the door, and I lead him into my room. He pushed me back onto the bed and grabbed my ankles. “Fuck, your hole’s still wet. When did the last guy fuck you?” “Like, an hour ago?” “Fuck yes.” He pulled off his shirt revealing a mostly smooth body. Quickly his pants and underwear were dropped and his fat seven-inch cock was revealed. It wasn’t wildly long but it was very girthy and my mouth watered. He didn’t bother with having me suck him at all he just spit on the head and pressed it against my wet hole. I groaned as he slid inside me with ease. “Fucking warm, wet pussy,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Then he started to fuck me. I closed my eyes and let him use my hole. He needed to get off and I needed his cock. Not focusing at all on my own cock was a new feeling but it was somehow liberating too. I liked being just fucked and focusing on my hole. I clenched and relaxed around him, milking his cock, and eliciting grunts and groans every time. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to last very long,” he said. “Good, I want you to pump that big load into me.” “Fucking cum slut, begging for loads in your leaking hole.” “Please breed me, add your load.” I sounded like Mike. Is this how he felt. “Good pig!” He roared as he started to cum inside me. I was taking my second load in two hours and it felt great. He kissed me one more time before pulling out and getting dressed. Then he too was gone and I was left there in my jock, with a wet cummy hole, still hard as a rock.

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

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

For me it is implied.when a guy fucks me bareback I assume he will cum in my ass. Actually that is the only way for me. Never pull out