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I am based in Netherlands...was on holidays with family the last week. Not many opportunities to unload. So, this morning I opened up bullchat looking for a cumdump to breed. I was so horny I really didn't care what the hole was attached to so I sent out a dozen messages to everyone within 3km of my location. Real quick I got a reply from a very bare profile...the profile said "hole available now"...I wrote "20cm cock to breed that hole"....the reply included an address and instructions "front door open, go upstairs, first door on right, hole will be in a sling, blindfolded, there may be others". I normally like a little more back and forth and some stats or a pic but I was so horny I just put on my shoes, grabbed my poppers and went. Got to the address and it was a nice villa, well maintained. Front door was slightly open as the reply said. I pushed it open, went upstairs. It was quiet. I went into the first door on the right. The room was dark except for a single purple-ish light bulb. I could see the sling and a body with legs up high tied to the chains in the ceiling. It was a young body, very young, hairless. Cock was in chastity. In the corner I saw a tall man, he had on a harness and seemed to have a massive cock. I could see his face more clearly when he drew in on his cigar. He was distinguished, probably mid fifties. He said "the boy is all yours, I will just watch" I turned to the boy in the sling. He was lean, smooth, some slight hair around his cock. His cock was locked up in chastity but you could tell it was throbbing. He had on a blindfold. His jaw was square, you could tell he was a fine looking young man. I walked around his body....touching it, pinching it. He reacted like lightning hit him everytime I touched him. I positioned myself between his legs and looked down on him. I took off my clothes. I saw the plug in his ass and pushed it in...pulled it out...he started moaning. I played more with the plug and eventually pulled it out...you could smell the cum dripping out of his ass, I immediately pushed my fingers into his ass to try to keep the cum inside...his ass was flooded with hot cum. I looked over to the man in the corner...made eye contact...he said "the boy is yours, do what you want". I knew I needed to fist this fine specimen. Looking around the room, I saw the one thing I knew I needed....lube bottle. I lubed up my fist and started to push my fingers into his hole. He let out a little whimper and the man walked over and put a rag over his mouth. I could smell it was drenched in poppers. I pushed a few more fingers in...he squirmed a bit and the man pushed the rag harder onto his face. Then I knew I could push all the way and slid my fist into this boy...his hole opened up and he settled down onto my fist...the man just said "punch him when you are ready"....I slowly started moving in and out till I built up a rhythym and was punching the boy's hole...he was moaning through the poppers rag...We really got moving in the sling and then I saw his cock still in the cage shoot a massive load...with that, the man in the room pulled the poppers away and smacked the boy's face so damn hard even I shuddered. He said "You were not allowed to cum boy...you will pay the consequences now" The man looked at me and asked me if I wanted to finish the job and breed him now and leave or stay for the punishment. I said I would stay for the punishment first. Let's just say two hours later I finally bred that boy's ass but his skin was red hot from the beating he took from his owner. As soon as I got home I tried to send a follow-up message on bullchat but the profile was already gone.

I sat sipping whisky, my ass sore, and with a deep feeling of sick satisfaction while a fine load of AIDS cum seeped out of my ass into my shorts. The guy that made the deposit sat across the bar sipping his drink, a smug look on his face. It's not every day an AIDS troll gets to pass his disease to a neg bottom. The geolocator on BBRT showed a top in the area that looked hot, a possible source of dirty, sick, deadly sex. The guy looked to be fucking hot, dirty, sick, literally. He called himself AIDSgftr. He was in his fifties, had been poz for twenty plus years, never on meds, and was highly infectious. I wanted his evil load. His pics clearly showed his sickness, wasted face and body, swollen belly, a few Kaposi's spots, but his cock was magnificent: long, hard, thick, uncut and drooling, a large PA that was sure to rip my ass open. I'd been a bugchaser for years, had taken several poz loads but none had taken, I was still neg. The sick thrill I got when some faggot pumped high VL HIV positive cum pumped into my guts had worn off quite a lot as the loads never had taken. It seemed I couldn't get infected. But as I knew that full blown guys had very high viral loads, soaring to astronomical as they neared death, taking a highly infectious AIDS load from a disease-riddled troll like AIDSgftr would be the ultimate in death bound bugchasing. I tracked him to a sleazy dive in a deserted block, all vacant lots or boarded up rattraps. The place was a magnificent example of a bottom feeder's dream, Not that old for the area, maybe from the fifties, cheaply built to start and gone downhill for 60 years. There were a half dozen old derelicts sitting at the bar. I took a seat and got a shot of bourbon. Now the AIDSgftr was very near me. BBRT showed him within 30 feet. An email popped. It had a couple of pics attached. "I'd love to fuck your neg ass and infect you with HIV, give you my AIDS. I'm full blown AIDS, and if I fuck you, I'll infect you. You know you want it. I will infect you with HIV. I will give you my AIDS." One of the pics showed him grinning toothlessly into camera while he fucked a bent over bottom. The caption above his head said, 'This can be you, tonight!' Another pic showed him fucking a really wasted, obviously diseased bottom. His grin was broader, evil, the caption chilled and excited me 'He died of my AIDS last week. You're next!' I looked over at the diseased fuck, he grinned at me, toothless mouth gaping exactly like the pic. If he could get it up long enough to ejaculate in my ass and fill my guts with billions of deadly AIDS bugs, I would get the disease I'd been seeking. He jerked his head towards the back of the bar as an email pinged on my phone, then got up and walked that way. "Bathroom, now. It's your turn to get bugged." My legs were shaky as I walked back to the bathroom, every man in the place looking at me. I wondered if they all knew I was a queer who was about to take another queer's load. That was scary. And hot. I was going to return to the bar with a load of AIDS cum in my guts. He was leaning against the sink, coat and pants open at the front, a large belly sticking out above his drooling cock. Figuring he needed help to get his diseased dick hard, I dropped to my knees and got to work. His cock was large, half hard, foreskin lapped over a large PA. I sucked eagerly as I pulled him to me, hands on his withered ass. He was soon fully erect, more than a mouthful of long, thick dick oozing lots of precum, mmm, AIDS precum, yum! A hand grabbed my hair and pulled, that was all the hint I needed. My eyes had adjusted to the light and as I rose I could see his legs, also withered and spotted with Kaposi's. The gaunt body, the belly and the spots made me queasy. I'd never seen a man as obviously diseased, but, he was plenty strong enough to push me around and his cock was big, hard and dripping. He pushed me up against the sink, grabbed my hips and humped. I bleated as the PA ripped into my hole and he pushed eight inches of meat into my ass and then started fucking hard, dropping me into bottom bitch heaven. This was the hottest sex I'd had in months! I grunted as he fucked me hard, ramming his cock into me. His hands left my hips and circled my chest, I looked at his arms and saw Kaposi's lesions, I was finally getting fucked by a guy with full blown AIDS! My dick had been hard, now it throbbed and almost shot. I had an AIDS cock fucking me! He'd ripped me when he shoved in, I felt the burn as my asshole tore. Now he was tearing me more, making me bleed, giving his bugs a clear shot at my bloodstream. I moaned and sobbed as he tore open my ass. This was the best sex I had ever had, and he was going to infect me! In fact, he probably already had. He was breathing hard, almost panting, ramming me urgently, starting to grunt softly. Fuck yeah. I knew I was about to get a gut full of AIDS cum! "Yeah bitch, fuck yeah, gonna give it to you, gonna give you my AIDS. You're gonna die from my AIDS. I'm gonna give you my AIDS, right fucking now!" I squealed and my dick squirted as he rammed in and held it still. I felt his cock swell and twitch, my ass went warm as a flood of his infected cum filled my ass. I had just taken my first load of AIDS cum! He lay on me for a few seconds, then his cock softened and slipped out. His AIDS cum ran down my leg. He pushed off me and slapped my ass. "You're a good piece of ass, bitch. We'll do this again."

I am certainly a committed load taking cumdump and proud too! I recently had my butt tattooed to show my commitment and guys love it. I work from home most days so it easy to be online and available to be the cunt that guys use when they need to get off and unload. Someone recently said it’s like providing an important local service, and I certainly get plenty needing a clean reliable home to use. It seems to be guys of all shapes and sizes and right across the age groups too. Of course, there is an attached risk, but there is with virtually everything in life. I make sure I’m regularly tested and on Prep too. It is addictive and I’m not settled until I’ve been used and taken a load or 2… or more!

Hamish got here horny and hard. I’d already taken out the gape keeper and cleaned out one last time so I was open, lubed and ready. I’d asked Hamish to wear something sexy so he turned up in rugby shorts and a jockstrap. Drew and I were already naked so we undressed Hamish. He really filled his jock. Drew pulled his jockstrap down. His cock sprang up to full attention. Drew sucked him a bit to get him ready. My asshole was throbbing. I was so ready for this. He forced me down on the bed with a pillow under my crotch to raise my ass up. He wasn’t gentle. he climbed on to my back and I felt his hands on my shoulders and his chest on my back. he’s a big beefy guy so his weight pinned me down. I felt his hard cock on my hole and with no warning he forced his shaft all the way deep inside me. Even though I’d stretched my hole I saw stars as he penetrated me. yeah it hurt but I could bear it. He didn’t wait but started fucking me hard. Long deep thrusts. Now I was starting to enjoy it. I was moaning which made him fuck me harder. After about a ten minute pounding He grunted “I’m gunna cum” and I felt his cock buck but better still I felt the heat from his load as ge pumped his sperm deep in my hole. I can honestly say I’ve never been bred like that before. When he’d emptied his balls he collapsed on top of me whispering into me ear that he’d shot a 5 day load into me. He pulled out and Drew who had been masturbating while watching his Dad being brutally fucked now jumped on my back and shoved his cock up my hole. I was wide open but he still enjoyed my ass an commented how wet my hole was and how much he enjoyed Hamish’s cum on his cock. He shot his load in me. I fucking loved being the bottom that night. Later Drew got on his knees in front of my and gripped my balls and sucked me off. It will happen again.

The Soldiers –supporting our troops the Dr Mike Way (this story is part of the larger series of stories I have posted that started with - "DR Mike - Biohazard or Healer") It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr. Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds on me – all clearly muscle. The soldier was a few years younger than me with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. As I closed the 10 feet between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag and finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got near him he nodded his head and, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined, so he lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags and looking at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about don’t ask don’t tell, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I said as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep so decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” Captain Blake said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. He finished up, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and past the sign that said Ballrooms, and around another corner until we saw the Men’s and Women’s signs and one for handicapped. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the handicapped sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and now felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush as I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head, Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem. And so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr. Mike. That must have done the trick as he let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” Captain Baker said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuck – a – I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of raw hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. As I did Captain Baker stuffed a bandana into my mouth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me forward. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher, assumed he was looking at my biohazard tat, but did not say a word so knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as Captain Baker found the spot he was digging at before in my guts and started digging again. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr. Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails, I could barely breath as his moans got louder and louder and his spit was flying as he said, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” The Captain unloaded his fire of stream after stream of hot cum into my shredded ass. I could feel it hitting its target and the additional wetness lubed my ass up and allowed him to get even deeper as he continued to fuck me and his dick bucked and unloaded. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant, as the Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I got AIDs,” Captain Baker said softly as his left hand tightened over my mouth and his right arm held me even tighter. I was breathing fast with excitement, but he must have thought it was fear and even if I wanted to scream or run, I could go nowhere’s as I was impaled on his dick. “I know Sir, I know. Now Sir you will have me with you always as I am not on any meds – can’t at base – so my cum is like a SCUD missile,” Captain Baker said. “I made sure to tear your ass up good before I started, remember?” I started breathing even faster and my dick was so hard with a mixture of piss and cum leaking out. Captain Baker eased his hold with his right arm and pumped his still hard dick a few times and said, “I coated your guts with my AIDs cum up one side and down the other. My best friend from boot camp is the base doc, so for now, the army does not know. I’ll be out soon - in about a year, and have been looking for a good piece of ass to come home to, now I got you Sir.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass.” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

If you believe he's bad and evil, then do you also believe you have zero responsibility to help stop him from becoming president again? Or do you think you get to be a free rider, hoping everyone else will make sure he doesn't get into office, but not being willing to sully yourself by voting for a less-than-perfect alternative?

Chapter 4 – Loads of Fun Doug and I are reversing a role-play we did a few weeks ago. At that time, I was his slave, and he was my master. This time, I’m the master, and he is the slave. He’s spun out on T and G and has had his ass, cock, balls, and nipples worked over. He’s now blindfolded in the sling, and I’ve just returned to the room with another friend of ours. I walked up to the head of the sling, happy to see that Doug had not removed the blindfold or any other items. “Suck my cock”, I snarled as I put my dick next to Doug’s face. He obligingly pulled it into his mouth, where he proceeded to suck and lick it. Then, I motioned to Lyle that he should grab the butt plug in Doug’s ass. Lyle reached between Doug’s legs and started to twist the butt plug around. Doug paused in his sucking as he realized that I couldn’t be the one playing with his ass if he had my cock in his mouth. He resumed sucking my dick and spread his legs wider for the new guy. The new guy was Lyle. I’ve played with him before, but Doug hasn’t. Lyle is in his 40s, tall, well built, has a mostly smooth body, and a big cock. When he and I have gotten together, he always fucks and fists me but seems to have little desire to have his own ass played with. It’s a shame because he’s got a nice, tight butt. Oh well, we all have our preferences. Lyle and I smoked some before coming into the room with Doug. Luckily, he’s one of those guys who don’t get T dick. If anything, blowing clouds makes him harder, and he’s able to last longer. I knew that he’d give Doug a good fuck. Lyle pulled the plug out of Doug’s ass. He squirted some lube on his cock, and then stroked and rubbed Doug’s hole. Next, he began to rub his cock up and down Matt’s ass crack, slowing down when he was over his hole. Doug wanted it and was pushing his ass out whenever Lyle was near his hole, but this was going to be an exquisite tease for Doug. Running his cock back and forth, lingering outside Doug’s hole, Lyle was taking his sweet time getting to the insertion. Doug had abandoned my cock, which I was OK with since it let me get an up-close view of Lyle’s hard dick tantalizing Doug’s hole. Lyle’s cock was glistening with lube and some precum, and I knew that Doug would love it once it got into him. Lyle was also a great sister, so Doug was getting a breeding and a fisting from him. Now, Lyle began to penetrate Doug’s hole, just a little, on each pass over it. He’d stick just the head in, letting Doug get an idea of what was coming. What Doug didn’t know was that Lyle’s cock was really long. It would easily reach and potentially breach Doug’s inner sphincter. He could feel the heft of Lyle’s mushroom head but had no clue how deep that would be in his ass. Lyle shoved the head of his cock into Doug’s ass on the next pass. But this time, he was going to go in deeper. In fact, he slid his cock in to the point where his balls were resting on Doug’s taint. Lyle looked at me and grinned, knowing that he was about to fuck and fill an eager and skilled hole. He pulled all the way out again, eliciting a groan of disappointment from Doug. The tease was part of the game. Lyle was going to get Doug to a frenzy, needing cock in his ass like it was his lifeblood. Lyle would treat Doug’s ass well and make him a happy slave. I dribbled some lube into Doug’s crack, letting it spill down around his hole. Lyle rubbed his cock in it and used his dick to transfer some to Doug’s ass. Each time Lyle penetrated Doug, Doug thought that he was now getting the long fuck. But he was going to wait on that. Teasing Doug’s ass was fun for both Lyle and me. I occasionally added some fingers to the mix, even sliding them in alongside Lyle’s dick. Doug was writhing in expectation, and his ass was pulsing with need. Lyle slipped his cock all the way into Doug’s ass again. He let it stay in place, then asked, “Are you ready to get fucked?” Doug nodded his head, blindfold still in place, and mumbled, “Please fuck me.” With that, Lyle began to fuck Doug. Lyle is an excellent top. He works different angles and varies his speed to make the fuck more exciting. The fact that he has a long cock is also good since he gets deep inside a guy. He was giving Doug a great ride. I went up and stuck the poppers bottle under Doug’s nose. He knew to take some deep hits, and held the last one. Blindfolded, spun out on T and G, and now with a poppers rush, Doug turned into a total ass pig. Doug reached down and spread his cheeks more, letting Lyle get even deeper into his ass. He was groaning in pleasure as Lyle pounded his ass. Lyle has a great knack for hitting your prostate when he fucks, so I assumed he was giving Doug’s gland a workout. Doug’s cock was streaming a steady flow of precum. I licked some off his hairy belly and then sucked his cock into my mouth. Now, Doug was getting fucked and blown at the same time. He shot a good amount of precum into my mouth, so I moved up and shared some with him in a steamy kiss. Lyle fucked Doug for a long time. Then, he started to speed up and growled, “I’m gonna cum!” He buried his cock in Doug’s ass, and I watched as his body shuddered with each pulse of his orgasm. Lyle usually shoots a big load, so I knew Doug was getting his fill of cum. After he dumped his load in Doug, Lyle kept up a slow, steady fucking rhythm. When he did eventually pull out, I sucked his cock into my mouth to get the last drops of cum out of it. Then, Lyle and I both turned our attention to Doug’s ass. We massaged Doug’s hole, teasing it by sticking a few fingers in from time to time. Both of us were working Doug’s ass, but Lyle pulled away to lube up his hands. I continued to work on Doug, getting him ready for a fisting from Lyle. Lyle’s hands are big, but I had confidence in Doug’s ability to handle them. I moved away, and Lyle used his hands on Doug’s hole. When he was confident that Doug was ready, he slid his left hand into Doug’s ass. Doug groaned in pleasure at the invasion and pushed his ass down in the sling. Lyle didn’t go very deep at this point, and then he pulled out. He repeated this action several times, twisting around as he plundered Doug’s ass. Then, Lyle looked at me and nodded. I nodded back at him, our silent communication establishing our agreement that Doug was ready for depth. Now, Lyle slipped his hand inside Doug and kept pushing. Doug intuited what was happening and pushed his ass out to let Lyle get as deep as possible. Once Lyle was buried in Doug’s ass, I fed Doug some more poppers. It’s always exciting to see a guy react to poppers during a fisting session. With the blindfold still covering his eyes, Doug couldn’t see what was happening to him, so the poppers rush was likely overwhelming. He was writhing around on Lyle’s arm, and Lyle was twisting and thrusting inside Doug. Once the poppers rush wore off, I told Doug that I was going to remove the blindfold. I wanted him to see the sexy guy who was fisting him, and it would be great to see Doug’s eyes as Lyle worked his ass. The lights were dim, but it still took Doug a moment for his eyes to adjust after I removed the blindfold. He looked down at Lyle and smiled. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows to express his appreciation. Lyle smiled and continued fisting Doug.

Go to Vault 139. Get in a sling, put your ankles in the stirrups, open your legs wide and pull your ass cheeks apart and present your asshole for use. You will soon have a cock inside you. First of many I hope.

Dad/son couple I have played with before. Dad's a top (50s), Son vers (20s). Sometimes they play with others to satisfy Son's urges to top. He went crazy in my ass!! Fucked me from behind while I was sucking Dad. Getting fucked from behind always makes me cum. This time too. He pounded his load in. Stayed inside and started fucking again. #2. Dad topped it off by taking his place and fucking his load in. Three is good!

I see what you're saying, and mostly agree. But I think the attraction is having a lot of man sperm inside you as lube when the real cocks enter to make a direct deposit. I think it's just about having a lot of sperm inside.

Chapter 3 – A Stimulating Experience Chapters 1 and 2 recount my reciprocation weekend with my buddy, Doug. I had been his slave for a weekend a few weeks ago and now it was my turn as master. We’ve partied, I’ve fucked him with a few dildos and fisted him. He’s now on the bed with a Rex knot dildo in his ass while I take care of a few things. After messaging a few guys on the apps and preparing some drinks, I returned to the playroom. Doug was twisting the Rex around in his ass, looking pretty blissed out. “Drink this,” I demanded, handing him a glass of sports drink with G. “Just like Alice in Wonderland,” he commented. “Oh, you’ll be in wonderland soon enough!” We smoked a bit while we waited for the G to kick in. It didn’t take long until we were feeling that sweet, swirly feeling. Coupled with the T, we were well drugged. I walked Doug over to the sling. Once he was settled in there, I put a blindfold over his eyes. “No peeking,” I jokingly told him. He knew if he did peek, there would be hell to pay, so I was confident he would keep it on until I removed it. When I returned to the room, I also had my e-stim kit with me. It was a recent purchase. Doug and I had played with e-stim at other guys' places, but neither of us owned a kit. Now, he was about to learn that I had bought a kit and was going to use it on him. Doug’s nipples are really sensitive, so I was planning to start there first. The nipple clamps went on. Doug grinned since he likes nipple play. He probably thought they were just clamps, but they were connected to my control box. I started with a low current and sent a shock through him. He writhed in the sling when it hit, but his nipples responded by getting harder. His cock also jerked while the current was running, so I knew it was enjoyable for him. But there was more to come. Now, I added some gel to an electro cock ring. He might think the gel was just lube, but he may have known what was coming. I connected the wires to the cock ring and sent a small jolt through it. His cock spasmed, dumping out a nice load of precum. I licked that up since those fluids should never be wasted. Then, I gave him another hit. Once again, his cock jerked, he moaned, but no cum came out of his dick. The next one was at the same current but for a longer time. This one had him squirming, likely with both pleasure and a little bit of pain. While electro play is great, it can be a little uncomfortable. Next was the butt plug. When he felt it go in, he knew what was coming. But I was going to make him wait this time. When I shocked him in the ass, I wanted it to be as unexpected as the first jolt to his nipples was. So, I reattached the leads to the nipple clamps and shocked those a few times. His nipples were hard, his cock was pulsing (as his ass likely was), and he was wriggling around in the sling. I took the leads off the clamps and walked over to the bed. I picked up the pipe and torch, melted some product into a nice cloud, and then took a deep hit. I walked back to the sling and placed my mouth over his. He opened, and I shotgunned the hit to him. We shared a few more clouds this way. Now, I started to play with the butt plug. Moving it around, pulling it, and putting it back in, teasing his hole with it. I pulled it out to apply more gel and attached the leads then. When I inserted it, I kept up the same playful movements. Then, I sat back and shocked him. “Fuuuuck,” he exclaimed as the current went through his ass. This is always the most intense for me and I trust it was for him as well. I let it dwindle, then hit him again. He couldn’t stay still as he felt the electricity in his ass. I gave him a few more jolts and then pulled the plug out. The clamps were still on his nipples, and the cock ring was still on him. I inserted a bigger butt plug. This wasn’t part of the e-stim kit, but Doug didn’t know. This one was thick, and it filled his ass nicely. After it was in, I attached the leads to his nipple clamps and gave him a few pulses from the control box. His cock was leaking steadily now, and I eagerly lapped up the juices. “How about a shock in your ass?” I asked. Doug paused for a moment and said, “Whatever you want, master.” I could tell that he was kind of dreading it since this was a thick plug and would deliver quite the jolt. I let him sweat it out for a bit, knowing that the toy in his ass couldn’t deliver any e-stim. The anticipation was making him fret and squirm around in the sling. I gave him a last jolt through the nipple clamps before telling him that we were done with the e-stim play. He heaved a sigh of relief at the idea of being free from the voltage, no matter how low. I took off the cock ring and the nipple clamps. The butt plug stayed in place since it wasn’t a part of the kit. I left the blindfold on, too. Now, I picked up a large feather and lightly stroked it across his body. I focused for a while on his nipples since they would be extra sensitive after the clamps. When I moved down to his stomach, he was twitching from the sensations. I skipped over his crotch and moved to his feet, where I ran the feather up and down his inner leg. Just brushing his cock and balls. With no idea what was coming next, Doug was in a high state of anticipation. He never knew where the feather would contact him next, nor did he know if it would be replaced with something else. Well, there was something else. First, I attached some new tit suckers to his nipples. This would be sure to keep him excited. They attached via suction and could be easily pulled off, but he knew that he wasn’t the one to pull them off. Next, I put an Oxballs ball stretcher on under his cock. This was designed to pull his balls away from his cock and keep them stretched out. His cock pumped out a bit of juice when I was negotiating the installation of the stretcher. I picked up the feather and moved it over his cock and distended ball sack. He shivered in delight at the sensation of the light feathers moving around his cock, and he let out a groan of pleasure. I knew, though, that keeping him in the dark (literally) about what would happen next was an exquisite kind of torture for him. Doug is a control freak, and I had now removed almost all elements of control from him. He was fully at my will. Then, I left. I walked out of the room, ensuring that Doug could hear me leave. There was a camera in there, so I’d know what he was doing, but I wanted to test him and see what he would do when he thought no one was watching. Like a good slave, he lay there, waiting for his master’s return. When his master returned, he was not alone.

I understand about gear putting guys into a certain headspace. In my own case it’s leather - I always have at least one piece of leather on at all times, no matter where I am. It gives me a feeling of sexiness and confidence and I love the way I look and feel and smell wearing leather pants or boots and a harness or armbands/gauntlets to work (frequently under work clothes, I mean it’s not for everyone so it might make some people very uncomfortable, which would be inappropriate and unprofessional in a work situation but iykyk) and even to the grocery store, sometimes showing but other times only I have the secret thrill of knowing it’s there…

Part 2- The Soldiers –supporting the troops –the Dr Mike Way At each floor, the elevator chimed, a little bit of Captain Baker’s AIDs filled cum leaked out of my ass, he continued to rub his dick which was showing hard through his cammo pants, and my need to piss continued to increase. My ass was throbbing a bit from his raw fuck, but in that way that just made me want more. My sides also hurt from where he dug into me with his hands and finger nails, but like the good Captain said, he had marked me and in more ways than one. We reached the 8th floor, Captain Baker led the way down the hall, past the vending machines and ice machine, to the last two rooms on the left. The stairwell was across the hall, so was about as private a set of rooms as you could get, and with the constant thrumming of the ice machine, I imagined that if anyone was trying to listen, they would not be able to hear anything coming out of these rooms. Excellent – as I was hoping for some loud, freaky, nasty play without a bandana stuck in my mouth to shut me up. “Wait here a minute Sir,” Captain Baker said as he pulled out a key, and went in the room at the end. He did not close the door fully, and I could see a faint light from the bathroom, some duffle bags, but could see or hear nothing else. The Captain came back a few seconds later and whispered, “OK Sir. You will do what I say at all times, correct Sir? Wade – hmm – Captain Wade is still asleep, so I want us to surprise him. As soon as we get inside, you strip, leave your things there by the closet. You will follow me over to the second bed and get on your hands and knees facing the window. Don’t say a word.” Captain Baker took a big drag on his cigarette, blew out the smoke, leaned over, and gave me a deep, long kiss before suddenly realizing where we were standing, then quickly pulled away and opened the door for me to walk in. Captain Baker led the way into the room and as soon as we were in, he made sure the DO NOT DISTURB sign was on the door handle, he closed the door gently, locked it, and motioned for me to get undressed and put my things on the floor. He got undressed as well, and even in the dim light from the bathroom, I could see he had an amazing body, tight, muscled, light skinned and he looked pretty hairless, and the sight of his raw dick made my ass open up, begging for more. Once we were both naked, Captain Baker motioned for me to follow him, we walked around the corner into the hotel room where I could see from the street lights coming through the cracks in the curtains two beds on the right and the shadow of a TV and dresser on the left. The first bed clearly had someone in it, as they were snoring loudly. Captain Baker led me to the second bed, motioned for me to get up on it doggy style, facing the window, with my ass in the air facing the guy asleep in the bed. Captain Baker got up behind me, found the spots where he had dug into my sides in the bathroom, lined up his now raring hard dick, and slowly eased himself balls deep up my ass. I gasped and moaned from how great his raw dick felt, and Captain Baker loudly said, “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” as he started stroking my hole and working the load he gave me earlier back up into my ass. “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” Captain Baker kept saying over and over and it did not take long for the snoring in the bed behind us to stop, and a voice ask, “What the fuck man, I’m trying to sleep here, what the shit ARE YOU DOING? Jesus fucking Christ! You got someone in here Baker? Holy fuck dude- what are….???” “AAHHH Wade man, you got to feel this, “Captain Baker said as he stopped, started to turn with his dick still inside me, guiding me off the bed and around so I was now facing the soldier just waking up. “You got to feel this ass Wade, feels so fucking good man, and guess what man – I gave him my cum – that’s right – shot right up his ass in the bathroom downstairs– he took it too – just like a whore – found us an AIDs whore man – that’s right – AAHHHHH – tight ass – found us a whore to use and I know you have not fucked any pussy in a while and thought you and the guys might like to help me train him. He’ll take it all, won’t you Sir?” I said, “Yes Captain, I want all your AIDs cum, use my ass Captain, please!” The guy named Wade, laughed, “God damn fuck Baker, you told him? How could you….well never mind. So it’s good? Well why not, and you’re right. I have not had a good fuck in ages, so one pussy just as good as another. Come on, push him closer, let me see if the whore knows how to suck dick.” Captain Baker pushed me closer to Wade, who was laying flat on the bed, but had scooted a little closer to the edge so that I could lean over, brace myself on the bed while Captain Baker fucked me, and with my right hand, reached out and felt his dick. DAMN! Wade was like the Captain’s twin. Big, thick meaty dick and already long and hard – some good morning wood going on there. Before I started sucking him I said, “Captain, can we stop a minute, I still need to piss really bad and you keep hitting my bladder, so really got to go.” Captain Baker just laughed, grabbed me tighter on my sides opening the flesh more where his nails dug in. “No can do Sir. When you’re in a combat zone Sir you don’t piss when you want, you learn to go wherever you standing, so piss if you need to, but we ain’t stopping, SIR!” I looked through the darkness towards Wade, while holding his dick, and said, “Please Wade, will you please let me piss first?” I got cuffed up the side of the head and he said, “It’s Captain to you, now shut the fuck up and suck my dick. Whore’s don’t ask stupid questions.” So I bent over, opened my mouth wide to take in Wade’s uncut dick, and started sucking. He must have liked it as he immediately began to gyrate his hips a little, his left hand came up on the back of my head and started pushing down deeper onto his dick while he moaned in pleasure. The sound of Baker’s dog tags clanging together as he fucked me echoed in the room as he started fucking me harder. He was really hurting my sides now as his nails dug deeper, so I knew he was close again. “Want my cum again Sir?” Captain Baker asked, “Want it? Where do you want me to shoot Sir? Where should I shoot Sir?” Damn manners. “Cum in my ass Captain – please Captain, I want your AIDs – GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!!!” I begged. Baker growled, slammed me hard four or five times, then stopped as his dick swelled and spewed his hot virus load into me ass again. His second orgasm was more intense than the first and seemed to last forever as his whole body shook. Meanwhile, Wade was pumping my throat and his moans were getting louder and louder. “Please Captain, I want your cum in my ass too, please give it to me – fuck me PLEASE!!!” I said. I got cuffed again as Wade said, “Don’t talk, your job is to stay in formation and trust me whore, you WILL get it.” Wade pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled towards the far side of the bed as Baker was still balls deep up my ass, the last of his infected cum being milked out by my ass walls. Wade walked around the bed, slapped Baker on the chest and said, “Come on man, get off, my turn to fill this hole up.” Baker reluctantly stepped back and pulled his dick out of my ass, and Wade stepped right in and started forcing his dick up now freshly fucked hole. No nice to meet you, no asking if I was OK or if this hurt, just mounted and fucked. “Fuck me SOLDIER! Fuck your whore – fuck me soldier!” I yelled. Wade’s dog tags kept the rhythm of his fuck as he worked his dick in and out of my ass raw. While he fucked hard and deep, he also seemed to make sure to scrape each wall in turn, first angling a little to the right and scraping all the way in, then the left, then arching back a bit as he hit and dug high and deep, then leaned forward to ride the bottom rail. Once he did those long strokes he buried his dick right up to the balls, which seemed huge, and made small gyrating motions with his hips, trying to scrape my gutz past the second hole good. I then cried out as Wade pulled all the way out in one motion and he started to turn me around. “No please, I can’t, I can’t take anymore without pissing,” I said. Wade just laughed and as he pushed me onto my back onto his bed, I saw Baker sitting on the end of the other bed, smoking and watching us, stroking his once-again hard dick. Wade crawled up on the bed after me, hiked my legs back towards my shoulders, pinned my arms, and filled me again with his raw, infected dick. I yelped as his dick lasered right in on my full bladder and continued to beg for him to stop as I was going to piss and started to struggle and wiggle. Wade pressed his full weight down, driving deeper and pressing my bladder as he said, “Dirty don’t stop us whore.” Now with every thrust, piss started to stream out my dick. Being half hard, and with my arms pinned, the piss had nowhere to go and shot out up towards my chest and face. I spit and tried to turn my head as some of it hit my mouth, which just turned Wade on as he cuffed my head and said, “DON’T turn away. Look at me while I’m fucking you – look at me while I breed you like the whore you are – LOOK AT ME WHILE I INFECT YOU!!!!!” I could feel his cum shooting into me as he let loose day’s worth of load and my bladder continued to empty as the piss flowed out of my dick and all over me and his bed. Wade wiped the piss around on my chest, coating me good, held up his hand and licked it clean, eased my legs down and climbed off the bed. He then walked around the bed and went to the bathroom, turned on the full set of lights, and closed the bathroom door. I started to get up and saw Baker putting out his cigarette, he then climbed on top of me, letting his full body weight press me into the wet blankets of Wade’s bed, and said, “Sir, you were a good whore there, got me so fucking horny, told you we would train you and fill you with AIDs cum. Did you like that Sir?” “Thank you for marking me again Captain,” I said. “Your friend marked me too, and I want you to make me your whore. Fill me with more Airborne cum. You got more cum for me Captain?” Baker smiled, kissed me hard and long, we heard the toilet flush, so Baker got off me, sat back on his bed and was lighting a cigarette when Wade came back out. “Damn I needed that,” Wade said as he sat down on the bed next to me. I sat up, scooted to the edge, and felt like I had a moment of reprieve to catch my breath. I stood up, Wade put his hand out, stopped me, and said, “Where are you going?” “I still have to piss,” I said, Wade laughed, put his hand down but said, “You need to keep that cum up there alright? Nothing better then a hole full of cum to fuck, makes it nice and wet like a pussy.” I shook my head, went to the bathroom and had to clench my ass as I finished pissing to be sure nothing else came out. As I opened the door to come back out, Wade was there, pushed me back into the bathroom and closed the door. He had a cigarette, leaned against the wall by the tub, set it between his lips as the smoke filled the space between us. He shook his dick at me with both hands, took the cigarette out of his mouth with his left hand, set it in an ashtray on the counter, then said, “I have to piss too – now open your mouth.” I knelt on the tiled bathroom floor, scooted forward, opened my mouth, and waited. It took a while as Wade’s dick was semi-hard, but then a hot, steaming stream of piss started to hit my face, and I covered the end of his dick with my mouth and swallowed. I could not keep up with all the piss he was giving me and it started running down the sides of my mouth and puddling around my knees on the floor. Wade did not stop, and I bet he had not pissed all night as it tasted rancid, and thick, but I kept swallowing like the good whore they wanted me to be. Wade finished, I licked his dick clean, he ran his hands up and down my body, spreading the remnants of his piss and mine all over me. He then coughed a little and through partially clenched jaws said, “Open your mouth again.” I did and Wade leaned over and spit into my mouth, cleared his throat a couple more times, and spit again. “Now swallow,” he said. I swallowed his chunky cough spit, and he smiled and said, “You will take every fluid I got, now let me see that hole.” I stood up, bent over, and Wade steered me a little sideways so he could look in the mirror and see himself looking at my hole. “Nice, still see that cum around the edges, Baker must have bred you good because you were wet.” With that Wade slid his dick back in my hole and started to fuck. He had only made a couple thrusts when someone knocked on the door. “God damn mother fuckers – WHAT?” Wade said as he opened the door. Baker was standing there, looked around Wade to me, back to Wade, then said, “You done?” Wade shook his head, picked up his cigarette, took a long drag, and said, “Yeah, I’m done for the moment. Are they up?” Baker shook his head and walked back into the room. As I followed Wade back into the room I noticed that the door connecting to the next room was now open and their TV was turned on, as was the TV in the room I was in. I also saw a new guy in the room now, he was standing in front of the TV watching a Pay Per View porn, stroking a dick that was a little smaller than Baker’s and Wade’s, as was the rest of him. He did not look at me, just kept stroking his dick as Baker and Wade sat on their beds, smoked their cigarettes, and looked at me. I didn’t know what to do, I went to go sit by Baker, but Wade stopped me and said, “Where do you think you’re going whore? You’re here to take dick, right? Well there’s some dick that needs attention. You’ll have to forgive Captain Jameson, or JJ, there, he’s a little slow up here if you know what I mean,” as he laughed, tapped his head, and continued, “But poor JJ has not fucked in even a longer time than me, so he’s got a full load in his balls for you, don’t you JJ?” JJ did not respond, so I went over to him, got on my hands and knees, he turned slightly so I could start sucking him, but his eyes were still focused on the porn. His dick got even harder as I worked him around in my mouth, slowly sucking him deeper and deeper. “You like that JJ?” Wade asked, “He’ll take your nutt man, got some good pussy hole that we already worked up, but not sure that little dick of yours would even be able to feel him now after us,” he laughed. JJ did not respond verbally, but started fucking my mouth and suddenly erupted, squirting thick nutt into my mouth and down my throat. I was working to get every drop of cum out of his balls when a deep, booming voice behind me said in a heavy Southern drawl, “Well, I’ll be damn. Seems like ya’lls little whore ain’t nothing but a fag.” JJ immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth, Baker sat up straight, Wade tensed, and I slowly turned around –still on my knees – to see who had said that. The other soldier from the room next door made Baker and Wade look like kids as the light from the bathroom, his room, and the TV cast crazy shadows around his massive body. He was several inches taller than them, a lot more muscular with huge broad shoulders, pecs that were broad, rounded, and covered with dark hair. His arms were thick, veiny and running up each was a tattoo of a snake that wound around his arms, across his shoulders and the heads of the snakes met on his chest below his neck, their mouths open, venom dripping from their fangs. As my eyes moved down his body I could not believe how tan he looked, and he had big thick legs, and was wearing his black combat boots, but they looked scuffed and worn unlike Baker’s that were shiny and pristine. As he stepped closer I finally got a clear view of his dick, and it took my breath away. This guy was a good 12 inches long, super thick, and capped with a huge mushroom head. His balls drooped behind his shaft, and were huge as well, so they sort of pushed his dick out and forward. My mouth literally dropped open as I looked up to his face. He was not clean shaven like the other guys, but looked like he had a few days of growth on his beard, that outlined a big square jaw, pale blue eyes, and a buzzed hairline that seemed to come too far down his forehead. He was smoking a cigarette, so the smoke hanging around his head made him seem almost mythical. I was still staring at his dick when Baker said, “This is Captain Fontaine.” Fontaine walked past me, his dick swinging like a club side to side slapping his thighs, he went over by the window, sat in one of the chairs, took the cigarette out of his mouth and with a sneer said, “Don’t let me stop you girls – go on now, don’t mind me, get back to whatever little faggot tea party you were having. Where’s your fucking liquor?” I was still staring as Fontaine looked at me, and I could not tell where this was going and was getting a little nervous as he clearly made the other guys tense. Baker looked at me and said, “Never mind him, come here.” So I stood up, walked over to Baker who was sitting on his bed, and Wade directly across from him on the other. As I stood in front of Baker he pushed me back a step against Wade, who guided me down to sit onto his dick. My ass was full of cum and had been pretty well fucked, so I slid on with no trouble. I started riding Wade’s dick, while Baker stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head and started fucking my throat. “Oh yeah, that’s a good whore, suck my dick good – nice wet mouth – wet hole too huh Wade? Nice and wet hole – yeah.” Wade chimed in too, “I could fuck this pussy hole all day – man this is good – and don’t worry whore – we CAN fuck all day – can’t be Airborne without having some stamina, so you best buckle up.” I could only mumble a response as Baker filled my throat with his dick and I rode Wade. A large shadow blocked the light from the TV as Fontaine said, “I’ve waited long enough. Let me see if this fag can actually suck a dick.” Fontaine pushed Baker to the side, stood in front of me and put the head of his humongous dick in my mouth. He smelled like old cigarettes, stale beer, sweat, piss and I had to try to stretch my mouth wide to take the mushroom head and heard Baker say, “I was not done yet,” with an edge in his voice. Fontaine paused, stepped back from me – although Wade kept working his dick up my ass – and looked at Baker. Fontaine reached down, grabbed Baker’s cigarette out of his hand, took a long drag, and looked back at Baker who was sitting on the bed with anger, jealousy, and a range of emotions flashing over his face. He was clearly frustrated and wanted to do something, and was now maybe regretting his choice of bringing the guys in from next door. “Time for some fag bashing,” Fontaine said as he grabbed me by left arm, lifted me up and off of Wade’s dick, and pushed towards the door to his room all in one swift motion. Baker stood up as if to stop him, but Fontaine pushed him back onto the bed and said, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!!. Fontaine pushed me through the door to his room, locked it, and Baker started immediately knocking on the door and saying to bring me back. Fontaine yelled back, “You got yours asshole, now I’m getting MINE. Don’t worry, you’ll get back what’s left when I am done.” Fontaine then looked at me and said, “Looks like you found a Puppy – that’s what we call Baker – Puppy.” I stood looking around the room, surprisingly not afraid as I figured no matter what this guy said, he could not be that bad if Baker was willing to bring me up to being with. I noticed the bed closest to door had boots by the side, folded cammo pants and a white t-shirt laid on the end, and the bed looked like it had been barely slept in. The TV in here was playing porn – straight porn, and some kinky shit too and as I continued to look around the room I saw what must be Fontaine’s bed, which was the one closest to the window. The bed was a complete wreck, there were a couple full ashtrays on the floor beside the bed full of cigarette butts. There were clothes tossed around the floor and across the foot of the bed. The smell of him was thick and heavy in this room, and made my ass tingle and twitch. Fontaine walked around me, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one up, looked at me, and while ignoring the continued knocks on the connecting door said, “You better have some of that rum on the table. You’re going to need it.” I looked at the table in the corner, saw the bottle, walked over, and took several big gulps. DAMN that shit burned. I took a few more gulps, felt the warmth of it start to spread, and turned around to see Fontaine, cigarette in one hand, his dick in the other. “Bet you ain’t seen a one-eyed monster like this before have you fag?” Fontaine said. “This here’s a REAL SOLDIER DICK. Too bad the girls got you first, I would have enjoyed hearing you cry as I raped that faggot hole – bet we still gonna have a good time. Now get over here, lick my balls.” I started to walk towards him, but Fontaine said, “STOP FAGGOT. Back up, get on the floor, you need to show me you what a lowlife you are. You crawl to me fag, crawl on your hands and knees and get over here and lick my dirty boots.” As I got down and started crawling across the floor I realized the knocking had stopped and hoped Baker was not upset with me. I made it to Fontaine and started licking his boots. First the left, then the right, then back to the left. “Get on your knees,” Fontaine said, “Up against the door – sit up straight FAG!” I did as I was told and as soon as I was in position Fontaine had his dick in my mouth and was skull fucking me. “Yeah choke on it fag, you’re supposed to know how to suck dick – guess I need to do the work,” Fontaine growled as he grabbed my head between both his huge hands, held me tight, and started making me choke and gag as he tried to force all 12 inches of his dick down my throat. I could not breathe as he held it in my throat and started choking me. Fontaine laughed and said, “SUCK IT FAG – SUCK THAT SOLDIER DICK – SUCK IT!” The rum I drank was trying to come back up as Fontaine choked me on his dick and as Fontaine got louder the guys next door started knocking on the door again and I could hear Baker asking Fontaine to open up. Fontaine loomed over me, he spit on me and growled, “I love beating the shit out of fags, homeless, and illegals, you all deserve it. See you bleed on my boots as I stomp you. But these boys here would get a bit worked up about that, so I’ll just have to make do hurting you how I can. Choke on this dick!” After he realized I could not take it all down my throat, Fontaine hauled me up and pushed towards his bed. He stopped me in front of the TV as he lifted my arms out and saw the marks Baker had left on my sides where his fingers and nails had dug into me and left little blood trails marking me. “I see you like it rough faggot,” Fontaine said as he dropped my arms and slapped my face. “Let me hear you beg Ol’Fontaine for some real man dick faggot – not those little water pistols the boys got – (SLAP) – let me hear you fag – what do you want – (SLAP). TELL ME FAG – (SLAP) – TELL ME.” I was sort of stunned form the slaps, which had gotten harder and harder, but could hear Baker on the door again and rattling the doorknob trying to get in. Fontaine just ignored them, spit in my face twice, slapped me really hard and said, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?” I turned, faced him, spit square into the center of his chest just below the snake head tats, looked up at him square in the eyes and said, “Let’s see what you got ASSHOLE and if you got the skills to work that thing,” as I slapped at his dick, which bounced up and down, coming to stand at full attention. Fontaine paused, then burst out laughing, “Oh yeah, I think we’ll get along just fine – just fine - I like a little fire in the girls I fuck, none of that passive-lay-there-like-a wet-rag shit. You wanna be my girl faggot? Be my faggot girl?” I did not have a chance to reply before Fontaine pushed me over the end of his bed, clamped his huge hands around my sides where Baker had held me and drove his nails and fingers into the same spots. I immediately felt the marks start to bleed as Fontaine leaned forward a little, spit on my back, and said, “I’m going to rape that that hole – you’re my sweet faggot girl now, my sweet faggot who’s gonna bleed so good for Ol’Fontiaine,” and with that he forced that mushroom head through my ass ring and I screamed as I felt my ass give and my hole bleed as he continued on, forcing his dick up my hole. Pounding me into submission as he used me for his pleasure. “Gimme your hole sweet faggot girl, that’s it, don’t fight Fontaine, don’t fight Fontaine, I know you’re a good faggot for me,” Fontaine said as he let go of my sides, and pulled his dick out – tearing me as much going out as he did going in. I shook and Fontaine continued, “Damn sweetie, I really made you bleed. You want me to stop faggot, you want Ol’Fontaine to stop fucking you like you deserve?” I turned my head and said, “No Soldier! I want your cum, I need you to infect me, - I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM IN MY BLOODY HOLE!” “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” Fontaine growled and spit on me. He grabbed a handful of my hair, leaned down by my face and said again, “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” “BREED ME WITH YOUR AIDS CUM SOLDIER!!” I screamed. Fontaine pulled me up, pushed me towards the window, pulled the drapes wide open and said, “Fucking faggot! Let everyone watch as I give you the fucking gay death!!” I leaned forward, braced myself against the window sill as Fontaine came up behind me, he wrapped a towel around my neck and twisted it around his left arm almost like a horse bridle. With his right hand he grabbed my waist again and I screamed loud as he slammed his mushroom headed dick back up my ass. Fontaine was breeding me like a wild man. His Army boots giving him traction to slam fuck me and I could feel blood running down my leg. The harder he fucked the more he pulled and twisted on the towel around my neck, while digging into my side. “OH YEAH FAGGOT GIRL – RAPE THAT PUSSY HOLE – FEEL OL’FONTAINE RAPE THAT HOLE, TAKE FONTAIN’ES DICK, TAKE FONTAINE’S DICK, TAKE IT, TAKE MY CUM FAGGOT!!!” As Fontaine cummed up my ass he fucked harder and deeper and twisted the towel tight. I could barely breathe as he yanked back on the towel to leverage burying his AIDs dick in my ass. When he was done, Fontaine yanked his dick, out of my shredded hole and using the towel dragged me back towards the door, unlocked it, and pushed me past Baker and JJ, back into the other room Baker put his arms around me and said, “You OK? Sorry Sir, I didn’t think – damn – you sure you OK?” Fontaine stepped into the room, put his hands on my ass and squeezed, laughed and said, “The faggot’s alright, just got a proper fuck from a real soldier – didn’t you faggot girl – ask him if he didn’t enjoy it? Didn’t you fag?” Fontaine laughed again and stepped back into his room, followed by JJ, who closed the door. Baker unwrapped the towel from around my neck and said “Fontaine didn’t mean no harm, he’s just a little rough around the edges.” Wade interrupted and said, “No man, you know that mother fucker is crazy and is gonna get us all killed some day I swear.” “Do you want a drink,” Baker asked as he guided me to his bed. I shook my head yes and Wade handed me a bottle of rum and I took a few big gulps. Baker sat beside me, smoking on a cigarette feverishly, his leg going up and down, and breathing hard all nervous like. I stood up in front of him, pulled his head against my torso and said, “I’m good man, he was fine, so no worries.” Wade let out a whistle, “HOLY FUCK – he made you bleed – damn that’s HOT!” as he opened my ass cheeks and buried his dick in my torn ass. I yelped a little, leaned down, kissed Baker long and hard as Wade gave me another load. I then immediately turned and sat on Baker’s dick as I licked Wade clean. Wade bent down to kiss me, but Baker pushed him off, “No, none of that. I’m sharing, but none of that.” After I got another load from Baker, we laid down on his bed, him spooning me and his dick inside my ass. He and Wade took turns keeping their AIDs filled dicks warm inside my ass as the cum and blood and ass juice gave them the hot wet hole they wanted. JJ did not come back in the room, but Fontaine did when Baker was in the shower starting to get ready for class. Wade told him he should go, but Fontaine laughed and said, “Give me a minute, go into my room and help JJ with his uniform, you know he can’t never get it right.” Wade looked at me, I nodded that I was ok, and he went into the other room and closed the door. I glanced nervously towards the bathroom, but Baker was still in the shower. Fontaine’s dick was at attention and I wanted to feel him so bad again, so I stood, turned around, and backed up against his hot, hard body, impaling myself on his huge cock and, and gulping air as his mushroom head split my ass all over again. “Aren’t you worried that Puppy will get all upset and piddle on the floor?” Fontaine said as he laughed. I just moaned, pushed myself off of his dick, then back onto it – yelping a little as the head popped in again. “Aaahhh,” Fontaine said, “I see that faggot girl likes this SOLDIER DICK. You need another rape faggot girl?” I said, “Yes, yes, please,” as I kept coming off his dick head and making it pop back through my ass ring. Fontaine’s huge left hand covered my mouth, he slammed deep and I screamed into his hand. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “My orders have changed and I will not be joining the boys at class this afternoon. What I will be doing is coming to your house faggot girl, you will wait on me, shine my boots, make me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I am going to tear that girl hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and make you my own little AIDs bitch, because you know what? I know what that biohazard tat of yours means and I intend to make sure you hurt for days and that my DNA becomes the ultimate virus in that faggot hole of yours. I can fuck for hours, and trust – there will be no stopping and no interruptions this time. Understand FAG! Here, write down your address and phone number, I will be there just after 14:00 and you best be ready.” I shook my head yes, Fontaine pulled out of my ass, I leaned down and licked his dick clean, he opened the door, went back to his room, and Wade came back, looked at me, shook his head and lit a cigarette. Baker came out, let Wade shower, and we just chatted as he put his uniform on and got ready for class. I then took a shower, keeping as much cum up my ass as I could. When I was done, Baker told Wade he would be right back and walked me home. When we got to my place, Baker came up, came into my apartment, kissed me hard and said, “Sir, I expect to see you back at my room at 0400 tomorrow Sir. I have boots to shine and kit to gather for the last day of class and then we are all on leave for next 10 days. I think we are gonna have a good time Sir.” Baker kissed me again and left. I only had about 30 minutes to get ready, so I called Dr Mike, reported in on what had happened so he could update my chart, and he said he would find out exactly where these soldiers were stationed as this was the perfect opportunity to get my AIDs strain into the armed forces, use them to introduce me to as many soldiers as I could. He would even pay for my travel there and get me a hotel room right by the base so I my ass was convenient and ready to infect. Once I was done with Dr Mike I made a very strong drink, drank it down, and made another and waited as I knew Fontaine was on his way and this faggot could not wait for him breed me again.

This is the story I was talking about in my other post. It will have a trans guy or two in it later on. But this is the setup. If you don't want to read about trans guys, maybe move along. PART I It was Friday night and I’d had a terrible week. I wanted to just let loose, get high as fuck and spend the night at the baths. Who knows, if things worked well, it might be all weekend. I’m Mike, a 45 year old pig. I’m covered in salt and pepper hair, and have a nice fat uncut dick for fucking pig boys holes, and a huge hairy ass for taking those pig boys’ loads when my holes gets hungry. I’m a short, hairy, piggy switch with a filthy mind and mouth. Anyway, I slipped my supplies into a small zippered pouch. I cleaned out my hole, smoked a few hits and parked behind the baths, psyched that the parking lot was already 3/4 full at 10PM. Hopefully it was going to be a good night. I was walking to the door when I noticed something strange. A unique car. Sitting in the parking lot behind the bathhouse was my 20 year old son’s car. He drives an old British Mini, which is an unusual thing in America. Besides it has a huge Union Jack on the roof. You can’t miss it. I even helped him work on it, it was one way we bonded as dad and son. I wasn’t entirely surprised. I’m pretty sure Adam doesn’t know his old man is a filthy pig faggot, but I had definitely clocked him that way. He looked like a slightly shorter version of his very short Dad. I’m only 5’5” tall, but have wide shoulders, thick tree trunk legs from playing rugby and a face covered in thick blonde facial hair, all the time. Sometimes I have a beard, sometimes it’s just thick stubble. Adam is only 5’3” but did gymnastics in school, so he’s got big chest and shoulder muscles and has the same pelt of blonde fur that I have, but not quite as thick. Yet. I get a lot of attention from women and men of all ages but only fuck men. My sons are from being a sperm donor to two lesbian friends I’ve known since high school. They did most of the parental duties but I was around a good amount since we lived in the same city, and was involved in my boys’ lives. I went in the door and my buddy Brad was working behind the counter. “Hey Mikey, what’s going on?” “Hey Brad! Shitty week. Wanna get freaky and piggy this weekend. Think you can help?” Brad just smiled and said “OINK.” I paid for 8 hours in a room. He slid the key through the slot and buzzed me through. I looked at the key and noticed that he had upgraded me to the sling room for the normal tiny room price. Pays to know the staff at the baths, and occasionally let them use your cunt and share your drugs. I wandered to my room the long way around so I could get the lay of the land and see what was happening. The place was already hopping. There were men everywhere, in the locker room, walking the hallways, chatting and laughing in the hot tub and showers and moaning in the darkroom. I bumped into my buddy Tom and he grinned and said “I think you’re going to be in for a nice surprise tonight.” I just smiled and said, “yeah, I know. I saw the car in the parking lot. This is going to be fun.” He laughed and told me which room he was in. I found my room, shut the door, quickly got undressed, and locked my stuff up in the locker in the room. I took a Cialis, took my water bottle out of my backpack and pulled out my stash. The other advantage of knowing the staff at the baths (and occasionally letting them know my holes) was that they never checked my backpack for contraband. I pulled out my toys and laid them out on the table next to the bed. Then I grabbed the pouch which contained prepared points. I was planning to get really nasty tonight and had made them nice and strong. I got the other supplies ready, finally able to relax. I realized my hole was desperate for some cock, so I reached over and grabbed my medium sized butt plug and lube and slid it up my cunt. MUCH better. I pulled one of the points out, tapped it to make sure there were no air bubbles, tied off my arm with a strap and slid the point into the vein in the crook of my arm. I took a deep breath, let the air out, and pulled the plunger back. A flash of red went into the barrel of the point and I slowly pushed all of the liquid back into my vein. I took another deep breath, laid down on the bed, put my arm in the air and and unclipped the strap. SHOWTIME! FUCK YES. I pulled the needle out, unsteadily capped it and put it back in the little box with my other stuff. I laid back, coughing hard. Once I caught my breath, my body was on fire, and my hole was ravenous. I quickly left the room and made my way to the public sex area with just a sexy jock and ball cap on, towel slung over my shoulder, showing off my big, fat, furry ass. Luckily there were lots of guys in the dimly lit darkroom. I went to the empty fuck bench and bent over it, letting anyone touch my thickly hairy body which was on fire from the slam. I turned around and said, in a low voice, “who’s gonna breed me?” It was time to get piggy. The surprise could wait.

I'd always been fascinated by the bathhouse scene. Something about back to back anonymous hookups just gets my engine purring as a horny bottom. It had been awhile since I'd been to one but it also been a rough week. My BF just left me, and my usual fwb weren't around. I needed fucking and I needed it bad. Normally I liked to play bare in bed, but anytime I'd been to a bathhouse I always made the guys wrap up due to the sense of elevated risk. This time though, I had been fighting off a serious urge to take some loads deep. At this point in the story I am an experienced bareback bottom, neg despite years of risky play, and not on prep. I'm not sure why I never went on prep, other than sometimes the subconscious makes decisions for us. So I made a pact with myself. I'd head down to the nearest bathhouse and leave the condoms at home. I wanted to take 12 loads total, ideally from at least 6 different guys. My record was 8 so this was only a small stretch but enough to make me work for it. I packed my bag and hopped the train. As soon as arrived I could tell it was going to be a fun night. It was Saturday so the place was packed. I checked in and went to find my locker. I could feel guys eyes on my tight little ass as I stripped and closed my locker. I returned the stares with a wink and headed off to find an open sling. I wanted to get a few loads under my belt right away to ease my anxiety. As soon as I got myself situated in a sling, three guys had already lined up to play. Off to a good start. The first guy came right up and started touching me and playing with my hole. "Love an unused hole. You want me safe or bare babe?" to which I replied "only bare please". He smiled and lubed up. Before long he was balls deep and fucking me hard while the other two watched. Without another word he shot his load deep in my willing cunt and pulled out. The second guy didn't hesitate to follow in the same fashion. The third guy was bigger than both of them and took his time with me, really pleasuring me as he fucked me deep and slow. We both came together and I could tell he shot a huge load in me. After he did he said he'd be right back. He returned a few moments later with a sharpie. "I want to help you keep track" he said as he wrote Load Count and struck 3 lines below it. I found this incredibly hot and said "lets make it 4 then". He gladly obliged and flooded my hole again, dutifully adding another strike to my thigh. He slipped the marker into a pocket in the strap of the sling, kissed me, and left. I decided it was time to move around so I got up, taking the marker with me, and headed in search of a nice cock to suck on to give my ass a small break. I quickly found a nice hung guy in a room with the door open who was jerking off alone. I quickly joined him and sank to my knees. He gladly released his hand from his cock and fed it to me. I could tell he was close so I wasted no time and made him shoot his load down my throat. Yum. "Find me later in a sling": I said and left. The evening was moving fast and my load count was only 1/3 there so I decided it was time to get back to it. I headed for the dark room, found a bench and got on, bending over and making my cunt available for whoever came along. After a few minutes I heard someone shuffle in and slowly his hands found me. Without ever saying a word, his hard cock found my hole and he slid right in, made easy by all the cum leaking out of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, came inside, and left without a word. Another cock followed in the same fashion. This one managed to grunt "fuck yeah you're a cum dump" before pulling out. I was incredibly turned on and hadn't cum since the sling. I needed more. I stumbled out into the hallway and took my trusty sharpie to myself, adding two more strikes. I wasn't counting mouth shots, so now I was up to 6 loads. As I did this, I noticed a tall strong looking guy watching me from the other side of the hallway. He had a long thick cock. I glanced him up and down noticeably enough for him to walk over and talk to me. As he got closer I noticed a biohazard tattoo above his hip. I knew what this was, and it wasn't what I was seeking. Nevertheless, he was very attractive and his cock was amazing. "Taking a few loads there, huh boy?" he said looking down at me. "Yes sir" I mumbled back, still gazing at his cock. "You want a few more?" he responded, cock twitching and rock hard. "I...um.." I stumbled over my words, looking at him, his cock, back to his tattoo, back to him. "I'm not on prep". "No? Hm, well maybe you're not ready for my toxic loads yet then, but I'm sure we will change that". With that he leaned in and kissed me hard, and grabbed my ass, then walked away saying "it's your choice". Looking down my cock was so hard. Fuck. Why did that turn me on so much? Now throbbing, I needed a distraction from that beautiful cock. Passing a few rooms, I finally found one that was open. Two guys were jerking each other off in a bed. I stepped in and offered myself "need a bottom boys?". They both nodded enthusiastically and got up to make room for me. They both fucked me missionary, taking turns tagging me with their bare cocks. Soon enough my count was up to 8 as I left the room with their loads dripping down my leg. In the hallways I passed mr biohazard again. Fuck I thought, my cock just twitched again and he definitely noticed as I blushed and looked away. I felt him look back as I passed and chuckled - probably at the amount of cum leaking out of my well used hole. I headed back to the sling, hoping to free my mind from this little trap and bump my count up as I was starting to get a little tired. Sure enough as I strapped in, and secured my sharpie back in its original place, another man was at the door staring at me and jerking himself off. I motioned him to come in. He walked up, staring at my leg and all the tallies counting up the loads I'd taken. "I love cum dumps" he said. "you want me to fuck you?". "please" i managed to moan back. "Good, I have been waiting for someone to let me breed them all day". He slid in easily. His cock was on the smaller side, but he had a good build and a cute face. And honestly after the ravaging I'd been taking a smaller cock was kind of a relief. He really got off on my sloppy but still tight enough little hole and shot his load quickly into me. A little disappointed, I was quickly relieved when he didn't pull out and started thrusting again - driving his first load deeper and then finally shooting a second one in me. "fuck yes, add your tallies please" I said as he pulled out. I could feel his fresh cum leaking out of me. He looked down as it splattered on the floor. "Shame, I wish more had stayed inside you. You're pretty full.". With that he got down on the ground and started eating me out, extracting all those loads with his tongue. It felt amazing. He came back up and planted a big cummy kiss on my lips. "Let's try that again" and as though he had endless stamina, he thrust his cock back in me again - fucking me slow and deep this time until he shot what felt like the biggest load yet deep inside. He pulled out, added another tick line to my thigh, kissed me, and left. 11 loads will have to do, I thought to myself. It wasn't going to get better than that. But I wanted to cum again, so I lingered in the sling for a few minutes, jerking myself off. Before I could cum I heard a voice at the door. "I guess you're ready for me now." I looked up to see mr biohazard, harder than before, standing in front of me. Fuck. My cock got even harder at the sight of him. "Let me help" he said, taking my cock into his hand. I returned the favor, I thought maybe I could satisfy him with a mutal jo and call it a day. As we played with each other he leaned in close, and said "I need to be inside you boy". Looking up at him I must have just looked like an utter slut. I opened my mouth, providing an invite, again hoping this would satisfy him. He took me up on it, pulling me forward so he could get his cock deep in my mouth. As I sucked him he started talking to me. "No point resisting me now boy. I just watched you take 3 poz loads from my friend Ben. He's even more toxic than I am. But I don't want him to have all the fun, I had called you first.". With his cock filling my mouth I couldn't say a word but panic clearly spread over my face. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. I guess you have a choice now, huh? You can get out of here, get some pep and you probably won't convert. Or, you can stay, and enjoy this big cock burying itself deep in your fertile little hole. You can give in to my big poz loads. Heck if you do that, maybe I'll even go home with you and we can make a night of it. Yeah, I think you'd like that". My heart was racing as his words sunk in. I'd already taken 3 poz loads? As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he pushed me back and started to tease my hole with his cock. "What'll it be then boy?". My fear was quickly turning to ecstasy as he gently pushed the head of his cock into me. Looking over his shoulder I could see a few guys had gathered to watch, and one of them was the very guy who'd given me the sharpie. He caught my glance and said "Wow you're doing great on that load count, I didn't realize mine wouldn't be your only poz load of the night". FUCK. I'd been taking poz loads all night?! At this moment something in my brain snapped. I broke. All my mind could focus on was this huge hard cock begging to enter me, and that missing 12rh strike on my thigh. I looked up at him and just managed to choke out the words "just take me then". At this all he and the guys at the door went wild. "yeah boy, I knew you'd give it up" he just about shouted and with that he pushed in - all the way in - fucking deep inside me. I felt his balls hit my ass as I let out a loud moan and gasped "oh fuck yes". He went to town on me, fucking slow and deep and then by the end railing me harder than any guy yet. I felt him tense up and he leaned in close to growl "take my poz load" and shot an enormous rope of cum straight into my bare, unprotected cunt. As he did I exploded all over myself, lost in the waves of the orgasm he was burying in my guts. He kept his cock inside me for a minute, finally pulling out. As he did two of the guys who had been watching immediately approached and without asking fucked me back to back dropping two more loads inside me. Poz daddy watched the entire time. When they finished he took me again. This time slow and lovingly, kissing me while he did it. I put one hand on his tattoo and used the other to pull him deeper into me. "Thats it little slut, you got what you needed now" and he shot another poz load in me. "Lets get you cleaned up" he said, as he drew the additional 4 lines on my leg. I'd now run out of room on my little thighs, all marked up. 15 loads. I was in shock. He walked me to the showers and helped me clean up and get dressed. My mind was spinning. "So, I'm james by the way. What do you think? You wanna take me home and keep the fun going?" Even to my own surprise I nodded quietly and grabbed his hand. The whole train ride back he held me close and kissed me, not caring who was watching. As we entered my apartment it all became real. I had brought this stranger, who just helped try and poz me, home. I brought him to my home, to fuck me all night and do whatever he wanted to me. What have I become? As these thoughts started to race, I felt his hands wrap around me. He gently unbuttoned my pants and started to undress me. As his hard cock pressed against my bare ass again, my mind went blank. I led him straight back to the bedroom. "We've got a long night ahead of us" he growled as he spread my legs and thrust his big, bare, poz cock into me again. I moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear as he took me again, and again, and again that night. I guess I made my choice.

Last night in preparation for a slutty weekend of cumdumping with the horse cocks and donkey dicks of Atlanta, I decided to take some dick. Usually I like to get a motel or hit up a sauna unless I'm at a gay campground, but decided to just invite men over to my house. For some reason inviting one stranger over for 1:1 is no big deal, but having multiple guys enter my unlocked house to find my ass up in my own room feels a little too risky. But didn't feel like spending the cash on a motel for such a last min deal. have been in chastity for almost two weeks. The after work crowd was a dud, and I didn't really get loads until later in the evening. My first top was a short beefy light skin guy with a thick 7.5 in cut cock. He was cool with being first and taking time to open me up and responded when I gave him feedback to slow down or come out of me for a sec. Once I was opened with the help of his dick and my poppers, it felt really nice, and after he came my hole was buzzing and hungry for more cock. Load number 2 was a 29 year old vers white guy 5'11' 200lb with big balls and a cut 7 incher. He was excited to have at least one load up there to enjoy. He had a pent up load and when he came I could feel it and it was euphoric. I didn't realize til after he left how much it was and a lot of it fell out when he pulled out. I was even hornier now, but in a great mood after taking two nice dicks, so I noticed the really large amount of spillage-splooge on the towel and had the idea to grab my lube shooter. I siphoned up his load and shot it back up my hole, smiling to myself thinking how piggy that was. Can't let good cum go to waste after all! And it was a big load, coming from me who shoots a lot. I had a lull with two bigger guys coming through. One couldn't get hard at all so he just bounced, and the other came by after breeding someone else and he couldn't get hard even after I put on a hood and sucked him for 10 min. A bummer but it happens. I hate to say it, but part of why I don't consider myself a 'no loads refused' type is because I have a 6th sense about when tops will not be good lays, especially if they have trouble either getting it up or inserting. Usually bigger guys with chodes - if they do get hard, they are not the ideal shape to get in my naturally tight hole and hurt a lot more than hung guys, to me at least... mood was a bit low after two duds, but you cant win them all. And not to bottom shame anyone, but some guys just don't make great cumdump tops. Going between Grinder/BBRT/Sniffies/Scruff now looking for more dicks, and I get a message from guy #1. He asks if I'm still taking loads. I respond yes, I am, you want to come back through? And he says absolutely. (We love a repeat customer folks) Told him I had got only another one, but he was down (load 2 was big so made up for the mishaps of the two guys who did'nt breed me). He came back and it was easier than the first time gettin it in me, being more opened and with two big loads in me. Felt very good my hole was practically whistling now. He gave it to me for a little less that the first time, and left another load in me. I was really horny now and ready for more dick. Cum drunk? I was checking Grindr and found that this couple I have played with probably 4-5 times was online. I messaged them and they confirmed they were looking. I usually don't do this (leave my location to meet someone), but since I knew it would be good with them, I drove the 10 or so minutes to their big victorian house to hookup, with three loads in me. The top is a short black Twink with a fantastic uncut 8 incher he really knows how to use and the vers bottom husband is a white Twink about 5'11". We do our normal routine which is to suck them both back and forth, then the top fucks me while I suck his husband while he goons. The tops dick is really long so the strokes feel endless. I have to popper up to keep my hole open so it can go in and out without dragging my walls. He fucks me for a good 20-25 minutes and I feel like i'm diassociating. (His lucky husband! But also taking that everyday would be a challenge so threesomes make sense haha). He takes a minute to cum, and it feels like it lasts like 5 minutes with various stages when he finally does. After he cums for real, I thank them for another great session and drive back home, ass full of nut. The next loads came in relative quick succession. Load #5 is a chubby 5'7" black guy with reallyyy thick 7.5 in cut dick. He really stretched me wide and even with a lot of loads it felt like a feat to open for him. Luckily I had been fucked a few times because he quickly fastened the pace of his thrusts. I was really wet now. I could feel the past 4 loads coating his cock and my hole, and it felt amazing going in and out of me. Like so great. He came deep inside me, during a poppers haze, and the next guy who had actually arrived a little bit before him stuck his dick in me like 5 seconds after he pulled out. He (5'10" white 30 year old with a 6 day load and 'bottom' on his Sniffies) must have been really nervous as he couldn't get hard and was seeming to be amping himself up until the black guy came up. It was just what he needed, as he was rock hard, and it felt super great immediately having a different cock enter me after the previous one. My hole was so happy, open, wet, and sensitive. I thought to myself is this is how it is after 6 loads, what's a 20+ Atlanta session going to be like?! It was getting late, especially for a 'school night' so I was thinking of calling it a night. I received a Sniffies message asking if I was around. Looking at the chat and it was a guy who bred me at a last minute motel cumdump I hosted in June a few weeks ago. I remember how nice his (41 year old short alternative black guy) cock was (7 in cut) and that he used it well, though the first time he was load number 1. He was glad to hear I was available and I gave him my address to come over. As luck would have it we live 5 minutes away from each other. I got ass up, ready for a dick I knew would feel good. He was verbal, and excited by my hole being cummy this time. He entered with relative ease after having taken 6 loads. I was super wet and with the combo of poppers and being opened up, he slid in and out balls deep with total ease. It was so hot. I was still horny, being locked for a little over a week, and without any possibility of relief from my cock, having me hole and prostate massaged was providing so much relief, at least while his dick was in my ass. He was really enjoying me ass, and I was enjoying him taking the time to go slow and really explore. Being so open and wet but getting dicked down real slow was heaven. He fucked me for 20 to 25 minutes and since it was probably the last dick of the night, that was fine by me. For the last 7 or so minutes he picked up the pace and I was literally just a hole. It felt great. He blasted his load deep, and pulled out slowly, telling me not to force him our because he was so sensitive and needed to come out gingerly. Really glad he got to experience my hole but creamy this time and I'm glad I got to get more of his skills this time. I will definitely hit him up if I take loads in my home city. I started writing this recap at home but I'm in ATL now. Super tired so going to bed and rest up for a hopefully cum filled weekend.

Top is someone who is hard and wants to fuck and cum at that point in time. I top and bottom. Sometimes I want nothing more than fucking and ass. Sometimes I want to take dick.

I have a regular FB that has full blown AIDS. He recharged me when I was on a med break. We spent an entire day with him fucking me anytime he wanted. He pumped 7 loads of his extremely Toxic, high viral loads deep in my ass. He would fuck me hard and deep, deposit his load and as he pulled out he would shove a plug in my ass! When I left that night he told me as after pumping in his 7th load that I had to keep the plug in as long as I could stand it. I got home at 9 pm, the plug finally had to come out at 1 am. Nothing dropped out. 3.5 weeks later I had a case of the flu, albeit a mild one compared to when I was originally infected, but it still took me down for a couple of days.

This morning I was horny from the time I woke up. I went to brunch with friends and kept getting a semi and my shorts were soaked in precum. On the walk home I passed and ABS so I thought what the heck and I walked in. It was quiet. I went into a booth, nobody on either side and decided to just put my dick through the hole and wait. About 5-10 minutes later, I heard the door close in the booth where my cock was hanging through. I quickly felt a mouth on my dick and was instantly hard. He kept sucking me but I was really hoping for some ass. I pulled my cock back and whispered give me your ass. It was one of those booths with a larger hole so I could see him moving and pretty quickly his ass was presented. I’m not gonna lie, it wasn’t a pretty ass but I was horny. I slowly pressed the head of my dick against his hole. His ass was loose and well used so I was able to push all the way in on the first thrust. After about a minute of fucking, I started getting streaks of cum back on my dick. I was already so horny so I decided to just let it go and shot a huge load in him after about three minutes of fucking. I was about to pull my shorts up but I saw a guy watching through the hole on the other side. My dick was covered in cum from the guys ass and I was still leaking the last drops of my load. I pivoted around and put my dick through the other hole. That guy licked all the cum off and to my surprise, backed his ass right onto my cock. He was much tighter and at first the sensation was almost too much because I had just cum. I kept fucking though and it started to feel real good. I fucked this bottom for about 15 minutes through the glory hole before I shot another load. I pulled up my shorts left the place to go on with my day. I’m still horny and just signed up for some Sniffies cumdumps this afternoon or evening.

Or shoot you.

So I visited my monster thick cocked friend again. He met me at the door with a robe on and escorted me to his room where he opened his robe and said “suck my cock cum slut” and I fell to my knees as I stuffed the huge head inside my mouth. I can barley get the head in my mouth but I pushed my tongue into the hole of his cock and I could taste his pre cum. I was able to get my cloths off and I got on my knees on a towel he had placed down he ran 2 then 3 then 4 fingers in my ass before he said “your ass is ready” and he pressed the mushroom head against my hole. And I tried my best to arch my back and present him with a nice hole to fill. As soon as he is somewhat in it’s a ring of fire and I have to pull off and he puts more lube on and presses deep again. Im really struggling with open wing up this time for some reason and I keep pulling off. I try to relax and he presses in again this time it goes in and there is that “oh shit it’s deep hang on while I adjust” feeling and I hold it for a second and then I pull off when he grabs my hips and says where do you think your going and he pulls me into his cock and he holds it there and im like “shit im not ready” and I try to pull off and he keeps ahold of my hips and I move forward to laying fully flat on my stomach and I can feel the weight of him on top of me. Fuck he knows how to man handle me by this time im ok with his massive cock balls deep in my ass and he starts to fuck me slowly then his pace quickens and now he is full on pounding and all I can do is grip his sheets in front of me and he says “ you want this load you cum slut!” And I say “yes, give it to me, give me that load deep in my man pussy” and I hear him grunt and he kinda growls as his cock swells and he releases ropes and ropes of man seed deep in my hungry ass. I counted 8 pumps. He lays there for a second before he pulls out and I flip over and grab my phone and snap this pic. I don’t wipe or anything I just pull my underwear and pants back on and we chit chat for a min while I button up my shirt before he grabs his robe and escorts me to the door where I thank him and I climb back in my car where I can feel his load smeared all over my swollen man pussy. I was sore for 3 days but I have worked out my schedule for next week for another ground and pound breeding session.

No, it's not. When you make an allegation like that, especially one as untethered from reality as you seem to be, it's incumbent on YOU to defend your crazy thesis. Otherwise, it's just the opinion of one .... well, I'd say one "what" but I'd probably deservedly get penalized.

Got caught in bed with one of my best buddies by his sister when we were 17. Since I was in the nude, I had to stay in bed until she left. Later in life, one of my fuck buds told me about him getting caught by his grandma plowing his younger brother in bed one morning. Since he was about to blow his load, he didn't stop until he shot up his brother's ass. She did separate them after that. That guy was one of the best versatile fucks that I've ever had. Not getting caught, but I had a hot fuck buddy when I was 19 and he was 21. His mom was gay and would periodically bring home some chick to sleep with. We would fuck all night in his bedroom. He was hot as fuck and had been in a boy's industrial school (prison) for a year earlier in life. One morning, she made a joke about us being so noisy. She knew, and we didn't give a fuck.

Chris I had been watching the love of my life take loads from a god of a man for hours now when finally master said he had to get back to the bar. After master left Martin came up to me and asked “Are you okay baby” as he asked he put his hand under him and pushed some of masters seed into it which he used to give me a hand job. “I don’t know what’s going on” I said desperately “Oh it’s okay baby I’m just showing you a new life” he said comfortingly “So I’m gonna become a slave to master too” I asked half scared half aroused “Oh no baby I’m sorry that was the plan but then you had to go and take Greg’s load and master doesn’t like used good” he said as I shot my load after a pathetic minute of jerking. “ no you’re gonna be put up in the scorpion to be used by everyone” “What” I asked in shock “Oh well for a few nights you’ll be tied to a table with your hole open and exposed then once the novelty is over you’ll be thrown onto the street” Martin said as he continued to jerk my now entirely soft cock “ why would you do that to me” I asked nearly in tears “Isn’t it obvious, it’ll make my master a shit ton of money” he said as he stood up and walked to the side of the room. He picked up a rag and sprayed something on it before forcing it into my face. I came to feeling myself tied down with an amazing sensation coming from behind. “Ah you’re up good” Martin said to me as he stood in front of the bench I was tied to “master has decided to be generous and lace all the lube with meth so you’ll be nice and spun” I felt a new sensation rolling through me as I took cock after cock that night. It was so amazing unlike anything I’d ever experienced. After I had taken the last load Martin and his master came in front of my bench directly in my sight and had the most intense sex I’d ever seen. Martin was in his arms begging for more, seeming to be in pure ecstasy. When Martin finally got his load he walked over to me, shoved his ass to my mouth and pushed the load into me. This continued for three nights until when I was expecting to watch Martin get fucked In front of me again, he instead untied me and helped me to my feet. When I stood for the first time in days I felt the cum go rushing from my destroyed asshole down my legs. Martin guided me to the door before pushed me to the ground outside. “The prostitutes are around the corner” he said before shutting the door. I made my way to the corner and was almost immediately picked up. I sucked a man’s dick for five dollars. I sucked 3 more men before I met my pimp. He was old and fat but he gave me a thong and a bed as long as I brought in the money. I spent years working that corner. I would occasionally see Martin in front of the bloody scorpion but never went by it.

The hot pierced breeder I had a message on X from a guy driving by on the M4 motorway. He said he was an hour away but really fancied dropping his load into me. He clearly knew I was a total cumdump that takes any load. He told me that’s just what he needed, a willing cunt to relieve his stresses in and take care of his nagging boner and heavy balls with a 4 day load. He sent me a few pics, he was 29 fit as fuck with piercings in his dick and balls. I offered to take his load just as he requested, anon and hooded, ass up lubed and plugged, wearing a jock and harness. He made a big thing of making sure I had the leash on as he really wanted to lean back and ride my cunt. I fully agreed, basically I was to be his human fleshlight service station. An hour later he arrived and I was ready on the bed with my ass in the air and my cunt plugged. He stripped off to just his white sports socks and took up position behind me. He must have already had a semi as he got hard pretty much straight away. I like to think it was the sight of my sleazy tattooed hole that did it. He removed my plug and shoved his full 8 inches inside me. Just a couple of short thrusts and he was in me, balls deep. He grabbed the leash and leant backwards whilst pulling on it tight around my neck. My cunt responded by totally giving in and by letting him use me as just a hole. He pumped deep into my cunt making sure I was lubed with his precum. I was keen to see what he could see so I passed him my phone. The horny fukka filmed with one had and held the leash tight with the other as he put on a porn style fuck for the camera. He filmed and fucked like a pro. The deal was he could unload and breed whenever he felt like it, so when he was done with the video he threw down the phone to concentrate on using my sleazy cunt. He then grabbed my balls and checked out my piercings as he continued to pound me. This fuck felt intense and full on and he was clearly treating this like a workout on his break of journey. He was certainly making the most of being inside a well used cumdump. He picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster until he was close. My slutty verbal mouth started begging to be bred by him and the hot fuck unleashed a huge load inside me, with just a gentle groan he pumped me full of his hot cum. He spent a short while make sure I got every drop then filmed his dick once more as he slowly pulled out and his cum trickled from my cunt. I couldn’t resist dropping to my knees to clean him up. His still rock solid dick was bathed in his cum so I opened my mouth and got to taste him too. I licked his scrotum piercings and made sure he was spunk free. He was now ready to leave and continue his journey with a much lighter load!

-Martin As I started seeing master every day I wanted him more and more. My every thought was consumed with his cock, until one day I broke. I had gone to masters like normal but as I got there, a used up slut was walking out half naked with masters precious seed dripping down his leg. Seeing some whore waste masters gift is what pushed me over the edge. After we got to the sling as he prepared my slam I began to beg “ please master I need you to fuck me I love you so fucking much I need your massive cock in me to fill me up with your toxic cum” “ I’d thought you were never gonna ask” master said as he walked back up to me. “ no drugs for you today you’re gonna take my cock raw” he said as he walked towards my head I looked up at my god as he pulled out his massive pierced cock. I opened wide as he slowly inserted his thick head into me. His cock tasted like musk and sweat. Master continued to push in. I couldn’t breathe but didn’t care as masters glorious cock pushed deep into my throat. When his ball’s finally reached my face he abruptly pull out before slamming his now fully erect cock back in. He continued fucking my throat for a few minutes . “Are you ready to become mine boy” master asked pulling his cock from my throat “Yes master please please please” I moaned through my bruised and bloody throat. Master lined himself up with my ass and I could feel the metal of his pa on my hole before he suddenly slammed balls deep into my hole. I screamed in agony as he tore my hole to shreds. He pushed through my second hole and i felt his sharp piercing destroying my insides. After what felt like hours he grabbed my balls and leaned over me “I’m about to fill your body with my toxic dna faggot” All I could do was moan in response as he shot his poz load deep into me and crushed my balls in his massive grip. I’m not sure how many times master bred me that night but after his first load he pumped me up with so much meth I could barely tell. He kept me there for 3 weeks in a drugged out haze constantly full of his precious seed. Somewhere in the middle I came down with the fuck flu. After I had recovered he took my cage off and used a needle to stab the head of my cock. He put the blood in an at home test and it came back positive. After the test results he brought me to a tattoo parlor. I was really embarrassed walking in entirely naked but it was just one guy inside. “So what are you looking to get today” the burly tattoo artist asked. “Um-“ I began to respond before the tattoo artist gave me a swift kick in the balls and said “I’m not talking to you faggot.” “This pig just got pozed so show it off” master said. “Plus let’s make his cock unusable” he looked at me with a grin as he said it The tattoo artist brought out a bucket of ice water for my cock while he prepared the cage. He slid a metal ring around my cock and balls and put the cage on after. I noticed that there was not a lock on this cage it just clicked into place. It also had holes on both sides that I didn’t see the point of. Then I realized as the artist put the first needle through the holes piercing my cock. I moaned out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he added the rest of the deep shaft piercings. He finished with a pa securing my cage. All in all I now had five cock piercings preventing me from ever removing my cage. I got several tattoos that night as well to show my submission and new status.

Taking loads is your normal life.

This is stealthing! Which I CANNOT be not judgmental about! If you bareback with someone, the rules should be settled at the very beginning. Why not respecting the other's will? Trying to temper with a condom is a an attitude whose main purpose can only be selfish and dangerous, as some people use it in order to spread the virus. Respect should be the key in sex, no matter how kinky, piggy it is.

This story is heavily influenced by the story "the cum courier". Also, I will say in advance. Anyone into story telling or nasty talk hit me up. I see myself as the main character of this story. The Cum Jar final version (updated 2025-06-10) PART 1 The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of pig bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamphlet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Since I had been trying to find a way in, I responded out of curiosity and sheer eagerness to have a chance to get fucked by these guys. As expected, the reply was as short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. I was not sure what I was getting into, but after being ghosted and ignored I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. In the past my interests in these things were always fleeting, but in recent years I have given myself over to being a piece of shit pig who submits to cock. So I clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. The harsh lights and office environment makes me feel exposed in a way I am not used to. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men, sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. He holds it up for all to see, and everyone looks at it smiling in quiet reverence. "This is the condition pig, you need to hold these loads in you. You can't ask what or where they are from. You do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. The sight of the big jar of cum sends a chill down my spine. I am scared and aroused. These guys are no amateurs and I don't doubt for a second that the jar contains anything other than loads and loads of semen. My heart beats faster and I shake a little with nervousness. I realize I have a chance to sink into depravity like few ever have before. I have done my fair share of disgusting things, but this is an opportunity to jump into a world of filth that goes a lot further than what I had done before. I look at the jar, mouth open, and my mind comes to the obvious conclusion: " yes,... I want to sink DEEPER". In that moment, nothing else matters. My mind goes full pig mode. Everything I am falls away as my brain melts and all that remains is a primal subhuman desire. A little "fuck yeah..." escapes my mouth... and in total pig lust I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Tongue still hanging out my mouth I repeat it again. Louder this time "Phwuck yeash". They all start laughing at me. The man holding the jar grins, gets up from his chair and moves closer. He holds the jar close to my face and slowly rotates it. As the jar is rotated the different swirls of darker yellowish and white sperm slosh and mix. I bend forward and lick the glass of the jar. I focus on the gloopy semen as it sloshes around. "Fuck yeah" I repeat for a third time. The man takes off the lid and holds the jar under my nose. "it's the real deal pig. Smell it". At first I take a small whiff and I am taken aback by the strong, pungent sperm odor. The man takes a whiff too. "Good isn't it?", he says in a kind way. He holds it out for me again. I close my eyes, think about the adventure I am about to embark on, and with a little smile I take another whiff. Deeper now. A small smile appears on my face and I lick my lips, stick out my tongue, lock eyes with the man holding the jar and nod yes. I am now in full spermdriven pig mode. The strong pungent smell of all those sperm loads could be revolting to some. But to me, in that moment, it is the sweetest, most beautiful smell in the world. I inhale deeply a few times to savor it. He moves his hand inside the jar. For a second I think he is going to dip in a finger and feed it to me, but to my surprise he plunges in half his hand and as he removes it dripping with cum, he says "open up pig". I obey and he unceremoniously puts all his fingers in my mouth. I suck down on it and don't break eye contact. I slurp, suck and lick and try to look as eager as possible. I want to show them what a fucking pig whore I am. I want to signal that I am a depraved bottom who just wants cock and sperm hoping that it will improve my chances. I lock eyes with the man and suck of his fingers one by one, licking my lips and behaving like a filthy disgusting whore. With a lot more confidence now, I repeat the words that embarrassed me just a moment earlier. "I WILL DO IT". Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress completely, and stand there, naked while circled by fully clothed men with little smirks. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the other men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. His hands are cold, but clearly he knows what he is doing. I bend my knees a little and stick out my pig ass to help out. "good boy" he says. When the pig hole is in, I suddenly drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". "fill me pig hole with all that sperm" Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking. Suddenly I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They have gotten up are all behind me now. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But maybe you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. James still crouches in front of me. He looks at me with a look on his face I can't recognize. Almost... lovingly. "Why are you here pig?". I think for a second about the reply. He suddenly slaps me, HARD. "I said why are you here pig!", I panic and stutter in my reply, he slaps me again and holds me by my neck. I can feel the pressure and surprise of the slaps made the pig hole and some of the cum spurt out my hole. The other men say nothing. I am focused on James now, but I can feel them jamming the pig hole back up my ass. "WHY . ARE . YOU . HERE?" James asks again. Screaming now. I can hardly reply because he is holding my throat so tight. I reply with the only thing that comes to mind. The words come out strained "TO BE A PIG!". James asks me what kind of pig. "A DIRTY FUCKING WHORE PIG, SIR!". Suddenly James turns quiet again. He releases my throat. Very calmly he says "then oink for me pig". I go "oink oink" a little weakly. Immediately he is furious again, and grabs me by my throat once more. "THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING SOUND A PIG MAKES!!" he exclaims. "I SAID OINK FOR ME PIG". This time I inhale deeply through my nose to make a deep piggy nasal gurgling sound "GGGWAAAK, GWOINK, GWOH, GWOH". I am so scared to let him down that I even start to lift my nose in the air with each "GWOH, GWOH, GWOH" as though I am a real pig. I realize what I am doing, I fully appreciate in that moment, as more and more sperm is worked into my hole what a filthy fucking pig I am. What a depraved, filthy piece of shit I become just to get cock and sperm....... and I fucking love it. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before, and I feel a deep appreciation. "Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you". Something happens.... "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell. The rules that were stated are clear. I had to take all of it if I wanted to have a chance to be their dedicated cum jar. Panicked I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall. The men don't understand what I am doing. We are in the middle of the room and the wall seems a mile away. They just let me go. When I get to the wall I do a handstand. Some of the earlier tension is released and now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I feel it bubbling, sliding and oozing. I crouch back down slowly and say "please... more". No one moves. I realize that I have to get back to the middle of the circle. I crouch back on all fours and the men continue to put the last of the seed up my hole. As the last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts one of the men shows me the the jar. It now only has leftover semen running down the glass walls of the jar. "All that sperm is now in your body pig". I ask "my buttplug?". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. I then realize there's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what?" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices some of the sperm is dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts the sperm in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. The first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". "You are the only pig filthy enough to go through with it". He takes the leash from 'the boy'. "Good job pig". "GRWOH, GRWOH" I reply, locking eyes with him to show him I am all in. Reveling in the thought of my guts being filled to the brim with semen. One of them slaps my ass and tells me "Good job pig", like James did. I feel proud of myself, and I turn around and lock eyes with him too "GRWOH, GRWOH". With a smile and raised eyebrows he shakes his head in disbelief. "Well James, you really outdid yourself this time". He says. PART 2 It has been a year since I first became the HOUNDS official cum jar. The guys don't call me by my name. James started referring to me as "bottle" and it stuck. I live in the house shared with James, 'Boy and three of the other members now. My life now revolves completely around SPERM. Not fucking. Not sex. Just sperm, seed, jizz, cum, semen. I am thankful to the HOUNDS for my life as a cum jar. But I want more. James has told me not to bring it up. "Look at me PIG. You are our CUM JAR. That was the arrangement. You don't like it you can go!" James says. I stare back at him with a dark expression. He knows I am angry, and he does not like it. "Open" he says. I open my mouth despite my anger. He spits in it and I swallow it down. I don't say my usual "thanks Sir" and he notices. So he says it again. "Open". I open my mouth. This time he snorts and clears his throat as he collects the nasal mucus from his nose and throat. Despite my anger it still turns me on. He hocks the slimy large loogie in my mouth. It is warm and sweet tasting. I savor it for a moment. "Thank you Sir". He knows as well as I do that I would not really do anything to jeopardize my position in the group and that I am all talk. That satisfies him, and he turns around and leaves. To make things worse, the one called 'Boy seems to hate me. I know the problem. Before I joined the group he was the unquestionable bottom rank of the group. The chubby groveling fuckpig known as 'Boy took cock whenever anyone told him to. If something depraved and disgusting needed doing he'd be the man for the job. He is nasty, insatiable, and mean. And despite the fact that I don't get fucked, he hates that he is positioned above me. As a matter of fact, during play sessions he is typically the one who holds my leash as I am led in on hands and knees. Guts full of semen. And when he holds my leash he never bothers to hide both his jealousy and disgust. One day, I was going through my now familiar routine of pumping sperm up my guts. There is no ceremony involved anymore. I just prepare my hole and guts, and 'Boy makes sure the gallon of semen goes in my hole and is pushed into my guts. "Do you know what I have to go through to collect all this sperm?". He asks. I have some idea of how the HOUNDS are able to collect the large amounts of semen that they do. And I know 'Boy is the one who makes that possible. But I have no detailed information of what he does or how he does it. "Well DO YOU?". I don't reply. I have learned that when it comes to 'Boy, it is best to just let him talk. He is not interested in conversation. He pulls back the plunger of the 200ml syringe as it fills with sperm from the container. "It aint right". He says. "It just aint right", he repeats as he sticks the syringe up my hole and pushes down on the plunger to put the first batch of loads up my ass. For some reason, I feel like defending myself that day. "I just do what I am told" I say, while still on all fours. He suddenly rears on me. "JUST DOING WHAT YOU ARE TOLD!? , YOU GREEDY BASTARD!". I am startled by a sharp pain in my side as he kicks me in my ribs. My body convulses, and the sperm comes flying back out my hole. In that exact moment, James walks in. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asks. But as he takes stock of the situation, it is more than clear. 'Boy and me look at each other, the guilt written on both our faces. Without saying anything we bend down on hands and knees, slurp the semen from the ground and spit it back in the container. James watches us for a while but does not stick around for us to finish. "Tell you what 'Boy, I have had about enough of you. Congratulations, you are the Cum jar for now. But no fucking privileges". James leaves the room. Me and boy look at each other, bewildered. Both trying to figure out what just happened. Realization dawns on both of us. I get up with a grin on my face. "You wanted the cum? You fucking got it 'Boy". 'Boy accepts immediately. He takes of his clothes and gets on all fours. He is already lubed up, cleaned and ready to go. He is 90% of the time. That is pretty much his job. I still have some of the cum we just licked off the floor in my mouth. I spit it in my hand and slap it on his hole to get it ready for the syringe. "We are going to fill you up good. Tonight, YOU are the cum jar and I am finally getting fucked. 'Boy is still trying to take it all in. He knows there is nothing he can do. We have our orders. I push down on his back "arch a little deeper, it won't go all in if you don't let it slide down". I pick up the syringe and start methodically injecting the seed in his hole. 'Boy just smirks and I don't know why. "You will have to take up my role now" he says. I grin "I am finally getting fucked". 'Boy looks up at me with a smile that is diabolical. "Oh, you are going to get fucked alright. You just wait and see what you will be doing to collect all this semen". He puts his face flat on the floor, arches deeper and spreads his hole with his hands "Get on with it" he says. PART 1 of original version The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamflet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was a short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room of with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. "This is the condition pig, you need to be willing and able to hold these loads in you, you can't ask what or where they are from, you do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. I think about it. And slowly nod. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress, and stand there, naked among fully clothed men. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. Clearly he knows what he is doing. I drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking, I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They are all behind me now. Staring at my hole, waiting to see the sperm go up my hole. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. But then something happens. "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell, as I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall and do a handstand. Now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I crouch back down slowly and simply say "please... more" and they pour the rest in. As last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. There's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices a little bit of sperm dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts it in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. he first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. To be continued.

This happened about 5 years ago I had not only started playing with other men but I had just recently started getting into the PnP scene(my second time) at this time I had only smoked and had probably played with about 6 months before this night so basically you could say that I was a newbie. I am 5'7 weighed around 145lbs, I couldn't host at the time so playing with guys around my area was hard to find. One day I had received a message from a guy on a site that I use to use, I checked out his profile and pictures, he was in his late 50's stood about 5'11 and weighed roughly 210lbs according to his profile. He said that he was a Versatile top and was pretty much open minded. He liked giving and receiving oral, rimming and getting rimmed and more of a top when it comes to fucking but has on occasion been fucked. He said that he had a smooth body,cock,balls and ass, and from I could tell from the pictures he looked smooth. He also said that he had an average size cock( I know they say pictures make things look bigger) and from what I could see he had more than average cock but I just overlooked it. In his message he said that he was looking to host and have fun while partying. I replied back to him saying that he had a interesting profile and that from what I could see that he had a hot body and that I was interested in meeting up but that I was still at work and wouldn't be able to meet up for a couple more hours. He said to send him a message when I was out of work. For the next couple hours I kept thinking about meeting up with this guy as I normally don't just meet up with a guy just from one conversation but I hadn't played with a guy in about a month or so. When I got home from work I took a quick shower and cleaned myself out with the best I could and grabbed something to eat then I messaged him telling him that I was home. He had sent me a message about a half hour later asking if I was still interested in meeting up and I said that I was. He asked me what would I be looking to get into and I told him that I don't like to set or make any agendas that I just normally go with the flow just as long there's some kind of connection between the 2 of us. He said that he was cool with that. I asked him if I needed to bring any favors because if I did that I didn't have any but had no problem paying for it if I had to. He said that I didn't have to worry about it and he said that the stuff he had was good stuff. I told him that I had only PnP once and all I did was smoke and it didn't seem to have that much of a affect on me or so I thought. He said that I would definitely feel it from the stuff he had. He told me to come over to his house around 9pm if I was ok with that then he said that he was looking for a long hot session and if I wasn't ok with having a long hot session then maybe we shouldn't meet up. I told him that 9 was fine and that I was also ok with having a long hot session even though we never really discussed anything that we would do. I had about a half hour to meet him so I went to the local adult store and bought myself some poppers and then headed to his house. Once I got there I called him to let him know that I was just about to pull up and he said to pull my car into the driveway and park my car next to the garage so I did. When I rang the doorbell I heard him say that the door was open and to come in. I opened the door and then closed it I heard him say that he was in the kitchen down the hallway so I started to walk down the hallway and found the kitchen and when I walked in the guy that was standing there looked hotter in person. He had on a pair of shorts and no T-shirt on. He had a smooth chest and was somewhat muscular. He asked if I wanted something to drink and I said sure, he asked what did I want and I said whatever you are having he handed me a glass and said is gin&tonic ok I said that I never had one but it was fine. We walked towards the back of the house that lead to his bedroom. Once we were in the bedroom we both sat on the bed and started talking while we drank the gin&tonic I had no idea how it would taste and as I was drinking it seemed to have a bitter taste but I just thought that is how it tasted. About 15 minutes later Paul got up and walked over to the dresser and came back with a pipe and filled it up and took a hit and then he handed me the pipe I took a hit and I could feel it as I went to hand him the pipe back I said that he was right that this stuff was good, he told me to take another hit so I didn't. When he took the pipe back I watched as he took a huge hit and without any warning I felt his mouth on mine and we began to make out but as we were making out he blew all the smoke into my lungs and it really started to hit me(so I thought that it was the meth) only to find out that the drink he gave me was spiked with some G. After about 10 minutes of making out I asked him if I could use the shower just to make sure that I was clean and he said sure. I was in the shower just about 15 minutes and as I was drying myself off I was feeling very horny and I just thought it was the meth. I thought I heard Paul and another voice but I wasn't sure. When I returned to the bedroom I saw Paul and another guy in the room and they were whispering I remember hearing Paul say let's just see what happens and then Paul noticed me in the doorway to the bedroom and handed me another drink and told me that his friend Dan had come bye unexpectedly but he wasn't going to stay. I shook Dan's hand, he must have been in his late 50's maybe early 60's but for someone who was that old he kept himself in good shape. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and definitely fit. I sat where the only place I could sit and that was on the end of the bed. Paul handed me the pipe and I took a couple hits of it as I handed it back to Paul. He took a big hit and sat next to me and started to kiss me as he blew the smoke into my mouth. What I didn't see when he was kissing me is he had handed Dan the pipe and now Dan was sitting on the other side of me and when Paul was done kissing me and blowing smoke into my lungs I didn't have time to react because just as Paul had pulled away my head was turned towards Dan and he began to kiss me but the way he started to kiss me was far from what I have experienced with other guys he began slowly kissing me as I felt the smoke fill up my lungs but then I felt him start sucking on my tongue which drove me crazy. Once Dan and I finished kissing I was about to tell the both of them that this wasn't my thing but before I could Paul had started to kiss me again and they did this back and forth for a good 15 minutes and the more we would kiss the more their hands would start rubbing my body. After they were done making out with me I grabbed the drink and drank what was left. By this point I didn't know what to do as much as they both turned me on I wasn't ready to have a 3 sum but I also didn't want to leave. I remember Paul telling me to be more relaxed and told me to take my pants and shirt off and I did but so didn't Dan and once I seen him in his boxers I clearly could see the huge bulge in his boxers but I tried to play it off like I didn't notice it, then Dan said I hope you don't mind me getting relaxed as well I just said that he was Paul's friend I guess if he's ok with it so I am ok with it. Then Dan said to Paul so remember that new guy I told you about and Paul said yeah what about him. Dan said that he had got some stuff from him and that it was really good especially when you slam it. Then Paul said well maybe we can slam it later on once he leaves because he doesn't slam isn't that right as he looked at me. I said that I didn't know what they meant by slam. Dan said you have never slammed before,he went on to tell me what slamming was and I said that I would never stick a needle in my arm. Both Dan and Paul said that they understood but I had no idea what it feels like, they said that when you slam it sends this warm rushing feeling go through your body and how it feels so good. From what they were saying was that was the only affect that I would feel. Dan kept trying to get Paul to slam and I started to feel like just because I was there that he didn't want to slam so I said if I do slam how am I going to be sure that it's going to get me so messed up that I don't know what I am doing, Dan didn't hesitate he said that he has done it many times that him and Paul would make sure that I would be fine, he said that he would even be the one to administer me so I can feel the affect from it. I said that I would try it just as long as it was a small amount. Dan seemed to get excited once I said that I would try it. Dan got up and left the room. When he went to stand up to leave the room I got a glance once again at the bulge in his shorts and the bulge seemed to have gotten bigger or was my mind playing games with me. As Dan was leaving the room he asked if we wanted another drink and Paul said sure get Mike one to so he can relax. Once Dan left the room Paul came over to the bed and took a hit off the pipe and said that I didn't have to slam if I didn't want to, I told him that the only reason I said that I would try it is because he seemed like he really wanted to slam. He said that he did because he wanted to try out the new stuff. Then he told me that Dan knew what he was doing and if he said that you would be ok then you will be. Then he took another huge hit and leaned in and he blew all the smoke into my lungs as I felt his hand on my and started to move it and once he moved it I knew exactly where he put my hand as I felt something somewhat soft but it felt very big and thick that is when I realized that he put my hand on his cock. This was the first time that either one of us touched someone's else's cock, as I had my hand on his cock I slowly started to rub and squeeze his cock. As I was doing that he asked me how his cock felt in my hand all I remember saying is that his cock definitely feels bigger and thicker than the average size like he told me he had. He said if I had told you actually how big my cock is do you think that you would be here tonight then he stood up and pulled his boxers off and right in front of my face was his cock and he was right if he had told me how big and thick his cock was I probably wouldn't have been there that night. Even though his cock was somewhat hard his cock had to be close to 9" and thicker than I am use to, as much as I tried to look away my eyes wouldn't move. I don't know how long I must have been staring at his cock but I remember hearing Dan coming back in the room with 3 drinks and a small black bag. He said to Paul what are you starting without me as he looked down at Paul's cock then looked at me and said he's got a nice big cock right I remember just shaking my head. The first thought in my head was there is no way that I am going to be able to handle Paul's cock in my mouth or ass. I never mentioned or told Paul about my gag reflex and how I never had a cock down my throat or even close to touching the back of my throat and here was Paul with his big and thick cock what's is he going to say once he finds out. Dan handed me my drink and said that it might taste a little stronger it's just to help you relax as he sat down on the bed next to me and said that I need to relax that everything will be ok as he took the pipe lite it and took a huge hit and started to kiss me but this time he was more passionate about it. Then I felt his hand move down to my cock and he started to move his hand up and down on my semi hard cock. Then he got up and said to Paul help him feel more comfortable as he pulled out 3 needles and told Paul to get me ready so Paul went and grabbed a tourniquet and told me to relax as he placed it around my upper arm and tightened it up. Then Dan sat on the bed with me and took my arm with the tourniquet on it and started looking for a vein and once he found it he took the needle and told me that I would feel a small pinch and then once he starts I should start to feel the warm rushing feeling and that should be it. Paul said that he was going to do his points as well as he took the needle. Dan had me slide up on the bed more enough to where he had me laying almost in the middle of the bed I could feel my ass somewhat hanging off the bed and then he took my arm and placed it on his leg and my hand was on his boxers I could feel the heat coming from him. Once he found the vein he said are you ready and before I could say anything I felt the pinch and watched as some blood came out and he said got you and started to push the plunger down before he was finished I started to cough really bad and I started to feel the warm rushing feeling start. Once Dan had finished he held my arm up and told me to hold it up for a minute or two. I was still coughing and the warm rushing feeling started from my ears right down to my asshole. I hadn't even noticed that Paul was already slamming himself til I heard him start to cough. Then I felt my legs being lifted up and back then I let out this loud moan as I felt something wet and warm on my asshole only to look down and see Paul between my spread open legs and his mouth and tongue playing with my hole then I heard Paul start to moan has I felt his warm tongue really start to rim my hole I tried to control myself but it didn't do any good as I moaned even more. Then I felt something rubbing against my lips and when I looked up Dan was on the side of the bed with his huge hard cock in his hand and he was rubbing the head of his cock against my lips. Will publish part 2 soon( gets more interesting)

You're no slouch at pol-emec's .... and you hide it well, too 😁

I’ve never had the opportunity to have sex with a differently-abled man. I thought the communication barrier would be a major obstacle. This all changed when I met a man online who didn’t need his ears to tell me his most primal sexual desires. I was worried we would not be able to communicate our sexual needs to one another. I do not know sign language, but once we were in his bed, our bodies did the all the talking. We kissed passionately as my cock grew hard. He grabbed my raging staff and placed it into his mouth and began to worship every inch. He looked deep into my eyes and saw that I was in heaven. He then laid on his back and I ground my body into his. He gestured to his night stand and on it was a jar of lube. He grabbed some and lathered his hole. I took this as his need to be fucked and bred. I slowly greased my thick cock and proceeded to gently press my bulbous mushroom in his back door. I saw the lust in his eyes and he pulled his legs back up to his shoulders. I slowly pushed my massive cock deep into his tight little hole. The moment I was balls deep he threw his head back and bit the pillow. I started slowly moving in and out, fuck he was so damn tight. Mid-fuck he pulls off of my dick and flips into into all fours and pulls my cock back near his hole. He wanted me to pound the living fuck out of him. He kept pushing his ass deeper onto my cock. I was going to give him the breeding he so desired. I fucked him for a good ten minutes and he kept pushing back onto my cock. I began to pound his ass and then it happened. I released a torrent of sperm deep in his guts! He could feel the hot, sticky ropes being fired in his hole. We collapsed on the bed and he cleaned my cock. I learned a valuable lesson. Hot sex transcends any disability. We used our bodies to communicate our hot sexual needs. I will be seeing him again very soon.

I'm sorry, but no, you were not correct, technically or otherwise. I suspect, based on your postings, that you are French-Canadian, and you are attempting to translate a thought in French into English. But you mistranslated, as far as I can tell. What I think you MEANT to say is that someone can choose to ACT gay, or to BE OPENLY gay, but the English words you used - "choose to be gay" have a very, very specific meaning, and it's simply untrue. And again, to be fair, this distinction may not be readily apparent to someone translating from one language to another. I have a passing ability to read some basic French, and a bit more Spanish, but I know well enough to know that anything I wrote in either language would be subject to contextual errors, perhaps egregious ones. I wouldn't be "technically" correct - I'd be wrong.

PART 2: WHY DID I JUST COME BACK That mother fucker was right. The last time you've heard from me was a hard stop to a story, but My ass needed to heal a lil bit. 😈 When I was finally able to walk out that door i did! I was mad at them but made at myself. but then anger turned into horniness. then my cock was rock hard again. he was watching me and laughing as I groped my leaking cock as I walked away. he instant messages me and says: IM from BBDaddyD: haha you r walking away hard aren't you. told you slut boy. now listen very closely, your hot ass and boy body be here in 3 days on Saturday night by 7pm. see you then my whore boy. IM BBDaddyD: why would you think I'd do that!!!! It's going to take a week to come back from that. IM from BBDaddyD: 1. IM GIVING YOU 1...1 PASS. DONT EVER SPEAK BACK AT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN. but....i get it. il reschedule the party for next week. is that enough time princesses hole to bounce back. and yes you may respond nicely or il come out that door and pound your hole in your car! To BBDaddyD: Thank you daddy for the time to heal. you said i could answer and I did but how many people will be at this party next week? From BBdaddyD: 😈😈😈 let's just say if your walkin and feeling this way after just the 2 of us, il make sure to make up the spare room cu you might not walk for days baby boy. after he sent me that. my mind was in so many places, I got hard thinking of more than just them 2, then my butt hole twitched thinking out all the cocks they know??? fuck some so dirty those 2 wouldn't touch them. I hope they like me enough not to invite to many skeevy men. what am I saying, all of them are that way. but as I drive home I start moving things around so I make sure to be there for them .. wait what the fuck???? -------2 DAYS BEFORE PARTY------ FW: EMAIL FROM- BBDaddyD PpozZ CluubB Presents: 😈Pozzing of The Boy who got away.😈 // POZZING GANGBANG PARTY// <<<<<Featuring the bottom slut hole, no load refused Connor CumCumDboy. and below that was a pic of me with his friend balls deep and fuck I was passed out! that musta been when he rammed in and the shock put me out. so I keep scrolling. Remember if you haven't paid pay today or no entry. that means you greggy!!! lol And remember! NO CONDOMS ALLOWED!! OTHER RECREATIONAL SUBSTANCES MUST BE DONE IN THE LOCKER ROOM BATHROOMS OR DOWN IN THE DUNGEON SUB BASEMENT AND AGAIN!! THANKS FOR BEING MEMEBERS OF THE: PpozZ CluubB -------------------TO BE CONTINUED---‐-----------

Chapter 2 – Knotty Rex Chapter 1 recounts a day where I am using my friend Doug as my slave. This is a role reversal from a scenario we played out a while ago. As of now, we’re both spun, and I’ve just finished a short fisting session on his ass. “Before we get you out of the sling, I’m giving you a booty bump.” With that, I selected a nice-sized shard and prepared to shove it in Doug’s ass. I put it on the tip of my index finger and curled that finger into my palm as I inserted my hand into him. Once I was deep enough, I uncurled my finger and deposited the T in his ass. I’m sure he felt the familiar burning sensation as it started to melt, and he knew that he would soon feel the bump's effects. I helped him out of the sling, and we walked over to the bed. “Suck my dick, slave,” I commanded. Doug took my shrunken cock into his mouth and began to lick and suck it. We both like sucking T dick and seeing if we can get it to firm up. After a bit of sucking, my cock started to respond, getting plumper as Doug worked it. I could tell that this was turning him on, so I started to make some pumping motions with my pelvis. He was doing a great job, and my cock was getting harder and harder. When my cock had gotten reasonably hard, I commanded Doug to sit on it. This was great since he and I rarely fuck, since we usually have T dick when we play. But his oral work had given my cock enough firmness that I could fuck him. So, Doug lowered himself onto my cock. He was facing me so that I could watch him fuck himself on my dick. At one point, he sat all the way down and then reached back and spread his ass. This let him slide another bit of my cock into his ass. It felt great on my end, and he was making my cock get harder than it was earlier. But I didn’t want to cum yet since we were early in our session. “Get off and clean my cock”, I commanded. Doug obligingly climbed off my cock and took it into his mouth. He sucked and licked my dick and balls, so I lifted my legs so that he could also eat my ass. He was moving between my cock and my hole, using his tongue to cover all the areas in between too. He’s a good cock sucker and a great ass eater, so I was enjoying his work. The shard should have completely melted by now, so I told Doug to get back in the sling. I wasn’t planning on using a huge dildo on him now. I selected one of his dildos that has a knot in it. This one was the Bad Dragon Rex. It wasn’t the largest, but it would be a good prep for later. Doug also had the XL size of this toy, which would be going in later today. I lubed up the dildo while Doug lay in the sling. His hairy ass looked amazing. The straps from his white jockstrap formed a nice contrast with his darker complexion and the amazing fur on his ass. I leaned in for a few licks while I was applying lube to the dildo since I really liked seeing the hair around his hole get wet. Of course, his hole was also a taste treat for me. “Get ready, slave,” I snarled at Doug. I inserted the dildo up to the knot. It went in easily and smoothly. I played around a bit with it, twisting it and moving it in and out of his ass. On one of the insertions, I just kept pushing when we got to the knot. Doug instinctively flexed his ass and allowed the knot to pass through his hole. This is an intense feeling, even though this was one of his smaller knotted toys. I twisted it around inside his ass once he had swallowed the knot, letting it rub up against all the walls of his ass. He was enjoying the sensations and reached for the poppers. I thought about restricting his use but then decided that he’d become an even bigger pig if he was also poppered up. He took a huge snort in each nostril, holding the second one in. I had slowed my movements while he was sniffing from the brown bottle. Once the fumes kicked in, I started to seriously work his hole. First, it was twisting and thrusting. Then, I pulled the knot all the way out and reinserted it into his ass. I did this several times, noticing that it slipped in easier each time. His hole was working up to a good gape. Even though this is just the medium size, the knot is still 8” around. That’s enough to give almost anyone a good ride. I knew Doug could take it (and more), so I was merciless in my pounding. I slipped the dildo all the way into his ass. “Keep it in your ass,” I commanded while I let go of the toy. Doug reached down to hold it in place, and I slapped his hands away. “Just use your ass to keep it in.” Once the knot is past your entrance, you can squeeze your ass muscles to hold it in place, but the pressure will build up, and try to expel it from your ass. I wanted Doug to feel that exquisite torture of holding it in while also wanting to expel it. With that, I stood up and walked away. I sat on the bed and blew a few clouds, watching as Doug struggled to keep the Rex in his ass. He was doing well, using his ass muscles to pull it back in when it tried to move out. It was hot to see him work at keeping it in him. “Push it out,” I snarled when I returned to the sling. Doug quickly shot the dildo out of his ass and into my waiting hands. When it was out, I slid my left fist into his hole. Going in with a fist is a bigger stretch, and he took it like a champ. “Good slave”, I purred as I maneuvered my fist deep into his ass. I fisted Doug, not going for depth this time but rather focused on width. By flexing and twisting my hand as I fisted him, I could widen his gape and let him feel my hand as it moved across his inner chambers. Doug was writhing around on the sling, enjoying the efforts I was putting into making his ass feel amazing. Slowly, I removed my hand from Doug’s ass. He was showing a nice gape by now. I added more lube to the Rex dildo and shoved it into him. Again, it went in easily up to the knot, but it took some pushing from me (and, I’m sure, from Doug) to get the knot to slip past his hole. Once it was in, I told him that he was going to stand up and walk over to the bed while keeping the dildo in place. If it slipped out, I would punish him. I was kind enough to help Doug out of the sling. I walked behind me as he headed to the bed so that I could see if there was any slippage of the dildo. He did a great job of keeping it embedded in his ass. Of course, the knot helps hold it all in place, but he had to fight the natural urge to expel the invader. “Hands and knees, ass facing me,” I commanded. He positioned himself properly, and I took my spot at his ass. His hairy hole looked great wrapped around the toy, and I idly twisted it inside his ass. Since the Rex is not symmetrical, twisting it around lets the knot hit all the spots in his ass. Now, I told him to push it out to the knot and then suck it back in again. This requires some serious muscle coordination, but I knew Doug had a very talented ass. I watched as he let the dildo slowly move out to the knot (that was the easy part). Then, he had to stop it and pull it back into his ass. He did a nice job of it. “Good job, slave”. “Thank you, master”. On his last word, I grabbed the dildo and pulled it back so that the knot was outside his ass again. With no pause, I shoved it back in again. I did this a few times, and Doug was loving it. Then, I took it all the way out since it needed to have some more lube applied. Before I shoved it back in, I told him to take some poppers. I placed the dildo right at his entrance but didn’t go inside his ass. He did the poppers, and once I knew they had taken effect, I told him to sit back down on the toy. Doug moved his ass back, and I helped to get the Rex stabilized on the bed. I held it as he lowered his ass over it. “All the way”, I demanded. Doug kept moving down, past the knot, and taking the whole thing in his ass again. I told Doug to keep the dildo in place while I took care of a few things. Those few things included mixing up some drinks laced with G and getting some other guys to come over and use his ass. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him – unless it does.

Ultimately that’s what all of us want and need! The brotherhood of toxic death seed!

This so fucking hard. I love breeding bottoms, pussyboys, and fags. Shooting my cum inside male assholes is what I’m on this planet to do. When I’m in a boy’s ass raw, everything feels right. I’m a breeder. I fuck boys. I put cum in men. I fuck ass and leave it dripping. Breeding is not just what I do, it’s who I am.

CHAPTER FIVE I hadn't seen Manny in several years. Since he'd disappeared and left me waiting for him to pick me up at the airport at the start of what was supposed to be one of our weekends together. At first I'd tried for closure, calling and emailing him to find out what was wrong. But after 3 or 4 months of hearing nothing I decided I had to move on. My work sent me to a conference in San Diego and at the end of 5 days of mind-numbingly dull panels and workshops, I was ready to spend the last two days in town fucking my brains out. So I headed over to a bathouse a friend of mine had suggested, splurged for a room with a sling and started my weekend with a long soak in the whirlpool to unwind. I didn't have any drugs with me since I didn't know anyone in S.D. but I figured I could probably just see what I could find in a place where most of the guys were rumored to be tweaked out of their minds. My eyes were closed as i let my body sink down down down into the hot chlorinated bath until my entire head was submerged. I popped up, pushing the water from my eyes and hair and squinting to open them and look around. It was early on Friday evening. And the place was not crowded at all. But as my eyes came into focus, I noticed a beefy muscle daddy showering slowly and methodically directly in my line of vision. Turning around to soap up his crack, his pits, his foreskin, taking care to throughly cleanse and rinse almost every part of his body. After rinsing all the soap from every crack and crevice he turned to face me, a kind of dopey spaced out look on his face. He was almost smiling and he was staring at me and almost smiling. I felt my cock start to swell as I recognized that if he was looking at someone, I was the only person in the general vicinity of his gaze. I scooped some water from the tub and splashed it all over my face and head. It felt good to be so wet. Then I noticed one of his hands reaching behind him. It looked as though he might be fingering his hole or something. But the look on his face turned to one of deep concentration and exertion. What was he doing back there? Then his arm jerked fast out and down a few inches but stopped and I noticed his lips were parted and a long stream of drool was falling out of his mouth and down onto the shower floor. The hand stopped. But then more exertion followed and the arm jerked a few inches further away from his body only to stop dead again. When this happened a third time, I was finally able to make out the outline of a string of ben-wa balls connected with nylon which this daddy was coaxing from deep up inside his guts. Pop. Pop. Pop. And finally he pulled the string and the 5 huge metal balls up in front of his chest to be sure I saw what a good little pig he could be. And then he sniffed and licked and slurped the balls, savoring the flavor of his own pussy. It was clear to me then that this guy was definitely high on something. So I stood up, grabbing my towel and walked in his direction. I went right up to him. He looked like he had maybe forgotten how to walk cause he hadn't moved an inch from his spot. I caressed his cheek, pulled his toy up to my nose for a whiff and whispered "You look like you're in heaven." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I want what he's having," I added. And he kissed me and held his wrist up so I could read his room number. He needed help walking the halls and finding his way back to where he had come from. And I was more than happy to oblige. When we keyed into his room, I think he was not expecting what we found inside. A huge black football player lying on his back with a hot Latino pig bottom sliding up and down his raw greasy 13" fuck meat. It was a beautiful cock and a beautiful ass and not until I heard him moan did I recognize the bottom. "Manny?"

Justaholeff is right. You gotta read the room (good advice in most areas of life). But most of the time, I find laughing during sex to be deeply sexy and increases the connection to the other people. Sex is rather absurd, and being able to laugh at yourself is important. Keeps me sane in this ridiculous world we live in. It's often why so much porn is SO bad. Because no one is having any fun. A blowjob shouldn't look like work.

And to be clear I don't mean more risks from raw fucking or taking loads. Single men partake also. I've noticed the lack of STD checks and the willingness married men have to put themselves into situations where things could go really bad and their families, wives, girlfriends, children and community find out. I've concluded the risk of being outed is part of the excitement.

Part 6 Horse and M showered with me and then gave me a few very full and deep enemas. Between the discomfort and the embarrassment of that, I wasn't really sure what was in store for me. I ached from the bruises all over my body, but my hole didn't hurt, so at least that hadn't been abused....yet. After the shower and enemas, M put a mask or hood over my head. I didn't cover my entire head, just the upper half, but it wasn't like a sleep blindfold either. I was weird, to be honest. I felt soft leather and something very hard go around my neck. "This is your collar, boy." That was Horse. "I'm going to lock this with an allen key, and all you need to know is that no one is taking this off you." I shivered at the thought because if nothing else, I was definitely coming to understand that I would not be leaving this place. With the collar locked in place and sitting very heavy around my neck, I heard and felt something clipped to the front of the collar. The tug told me it was a leash and I started to blindly stumble after it. As M or Horse led me out of the bathroom, the other was close behind me with his hands on my shoulders. "Prez said it before, but I'm telling you again, you don't have a safe word here." This was M in my ear. "You have one purpose here and that's the take or do anything one of us tell you. Prez's word is law, so what he says goes, no matter what. Then it's me and Horse - we're your handlers so our word is law. Then there's anyone else wearing our cut - their word is law. Now, here's what's important for you to know: you can't say no. So if a brother tells you to do something, and it goes against something Prez or Horse or me as told you, then you've got a choice. And it's the only choice you'll ever have in this place. You have to choose which one you obey. And that means you're also choosing which one punishes you. You feel me, pretty thing?" I was fucked. There was no way to wrap my head around this. I was shivering with nerves as we walked through a door. Immediately I could sense it was a wide open space, and it was filled with people. I got catcalls and whistles and heard names like "cum bucket" and "faggot hole" yelled out. Horse tugged on the leash again and I walked forward. Hands touched me, slapped my ass, and one reached out and slapped my balls so hard my knees buckled. Horse didn't stop and I jerked forward trying to stay on my feet while I struggled with that sharp pain that shot up my stomach. We stopped and I stepped right into Horse's back. M caught my shoulders and kept me standing. "Let's get you in place." Horse moved me in front of him and turned me to face him. "Step back 3 steps." I did as I was told. The noise was still going on around me but it was muted, felt like it was drifting off. Horse and M's hands were positioning my arms and legs and pushed me against something padded - I felt it along my back. Restraints were placed around my chest and waist. I felt padded...somethings...get strapped around my thighs. I had no idea what I was getting strapped into. It felt both like a chair and not a chair, since I had nothing to sit on. My arms were secured similarly. "I hope you like your new chair, faggot." This was the Prez in front of me. "We had this specially built, not necessarily for you really, but whoever was lucky enough to end up in our hands." I could hear the sneer in the way he said lucky. "Now, with you all strapped in, let me demonstrate a little here." And demonstrate he did. With some adjustments, I felt the entire contraption come off the wall and dangle me there. He pulled it more and I felt myself be floated out away from the wall. I was left hanging there, trussed up in a floating semi-chair. Prez made some more adjustments and pulled my thighs apart and up, basically leaving me like a suspending frog - with my cock and balls and hole completely exposed and absolutely no way to protect myself. With another adjustment, my knees were pulled up and I tipped back, almost into a sling position. Another adjustment and my arms were stretched out and locked out like on a cross. I hadn't seen this thing, but whatever it was was complicated as hell and my mind raced with how I'd look to anyone seeing me. "What do you think men? You like what I've bought us to play with?" Prez wasn't addressing me, that was for sure. And the sound of noise from the room definitely brought my mind back to the position I was in. The yells, whistles, and pounding on the tables were overwhelming. I was shaking with fear as much as the restrains would allow me. "Now, tonight is claiming. Everyone fucking one of you men need to breed this faggot. And yes, I know most of you aren't into men like that, but this doesn't fucking matter to me. What matters is your load ends up in his cunt. This is for us, to bond, and for this pretty slut to be marked by everyone of us. Now, let me tell you the rules." I was lost in fear. I had no idea how many people were in that room, but it wasn't just 4 or 5. There could've been 10 or 50, and I had no real idea. "Rule 1: you breed this cunt, at least once, and then you use the marker to put your initials across his chest. I WILL make sure in the morning that every one of you has marked him. Rule 2: No hitting or slapping. We already worked him over good on his first night as ours, and I'm not sending him to a hospital. You'll be able to do that once things have settled down. Rule 3: whatever you want to do with his cunt is fine by me. I don't care, and he ain't gonna tell you 'no'. The only caveat to that is, if you break him, tear him to the point of bleeding or whatnot, anyone that hasn't fucked him is going to be fucking the one who broke him. So, keep his hole able to accept all of us, or yours will. Now, any questions?" I was in full blown panic mode. "Please, no....don't...please, I don't want this, please no." Someone clamped their hand over my mouth and I tried to trash my head out from under it. I had two more hands come and pin my head. It was Horse who growled in my ear "shut the fuck up and accept this, or else, I'll take you out back now. And you don't want to go out back, trust me." I was crying and could feel the tears under the mask and starting to slide down my cheeks. "Fine, let's get him started.....gentleman, if you please, let's get him flying". I felt more people around me and then tight bands placed over my biceps. Horse again told me to "stay still", and I did as best I could. I felt the cool swipe of an alcohol pad in my elbows and then two pricks. A moment later, Horse let go of my head and M, I assumed, removed his hand from my mouth. Just then both bands released from my biceps and I was flooded with heat. The metallic chemical taste in my throat has me coughing up a storm and my body felt on fire. I felt a flush rush up my body and then back down to my cock and balls, and into my ass. I was shaking in this trussed up thing and I heard, vaguely through the ringing in my ears laughter from around the room. After a few minutes, I could catch my breath and when I settled, I felt and heard Horse back in front of me "open wide, cunt, you won't need your mouth tonight." With that he shoved in a plug into my mouth and secured it around my head. I hung there, body feeling like I had flames under my skin, my hole was clenching and unclenching like it was missing something. I felt someone in front of me, "Let's truss up this little faggot cock n balls. Won't be no need for these tonight." I felt a string or rope wrap around my tight balls. Whoever pulled them out away from my body and squeezed them painfully. I tried to escape - I moaned in pain around the gag in my mouth, but my brain couldn't process if this was pleasure or genuine pain. "Oh, hear that men....this fucker liked that!" He squeezed them harder again and pulled on them more. He released it. Then he squeezed again, "Let's count boys....1....2...." and then other voices joined in, with each new number, slowly counting up, he tightened the squeeze on my nuts. By 12, I was in so much pain I was wailing behind the gag. By 15, I couldn't even do that, and then he finally let go. I was breathing through my nose, and all the snot and tears like I'd run a marathon. And the laughter and catcalls floated around me. I felt my balls get finally wrapped up in the rope and it wrapped around my soft cock, and the wrap was tight and painful, but still a blessing from the ball crushing pain I'd endured just moments before. Someone was behind me and I felt a small hose slide inside my ass....I felt the wet gush of something and felt it pulse and soak my insides three or four times. I was still so sensitive I tried to wiggle my ass to get more sensation in my hole, but the bands and restraints wouldn't let me move...much. "Look at this...fucking faggot is so turned on he's trying to grind down on the lube gun!" A chorus of laughter went up. And then everyone stepped away. I hung there, body on fire with sensation - my hole was so desperate, my nuts were still on fire, cool air from the room was licking my skin. I could feel the lube running out of my ass. "Already puddling on the floor...imagine how much of that will be cum puddled under him come morning." This was the Prez....his voice was close, and somehow I could sense him walking around me. I was hoisted higher up and then tilted back a bit more. I felt a hot cock at my hole and while my brain wasn't wanting this, my hole was eager for it. I felt it almost "mouthing" at the cock just outside. I heard Prez, I assumed he was going first, messing around with the mechanisms above me and suddenly, I dropped. As I did, his cock bored inside my hole, feeling like it was on fire, and stopped suddenly, bouncing slightly with his cock still inside. I realized briefly that not only was I suspended, but it was on a fucking spring. Chuckling, the Prez gripped the straps across my check and pulled down, bringing me down until his cock was buried to his balls. My hole was on fire, not used to the sudden invasion, but the drugs in my system also made my hole crave more. I could feel the muscles rippling inside my ass as I bounced and slid off his cock and then was yanked back down again. Over and over....my mind drifted away...I could feel the intense pain/pleasure coming from my hole as I floated and bounced on the Prez's cock. I was brought back as I had a flush pass through me coming from my ass and felt myself clinching around him. I heard him chuckle "such a fucking hole, already had a cunt orgasm from his first fuck of the night. He's going to be so fucking ruined!" After a few more thrusts, he pulled me down, yelled and grunted and I could feel his cum filling and coating me. After a minute, he pulled out, and I felt fingers sliding inside me....then it was Horse's voice in my ear, "now let's really get you open". With that, he jerked up and pulled down and buried himself inside. I felt his cock immediately punch through my second hole and I yelped around the gag in my mouth. And he kept going. I don't know how big Horse is, but it didn't take long for my addled brain to realize he'd earned his name honestly. He set up a brutal pace and mixed things up...sometimes he went deep and then just let me up enough so he could just fuck my second hold...other times he's let me bounce up high enough that I'd almost slip off him and then he'd yank me back down filling me balls deep. I floated away again and eventually heard him growl and grunt and felt him blast his load inside me. While still inside me I felt him mark my chest. And then he slipped out. "Grab that and plug him up for a few." I didn't recognize the voice. But I could sense 2 people around me. As a large plug was shoved inside me, making me struggle to take it's widest point, someone called out "Hey Prez, can I work his nuts again?" I trembled realizing this was the man who'd worked them a bit earlier. "Yeah Cage, but remember the rule about breaking him." "No worries, Prez, me and Jeff gonna take real good care of him." The mechanism was locked again and I was shifted a bit more to be vertical. I could sense Cage and Jeff around me....and I heard the slide of chairs near, one in front and one in back. I felt Cage's hands running around my body over my bound cock and balls. Jeff's hands, I'm assuming were running under my thighs and over my ass, brushing against the plug in my ass. Cage wrapped his hands around my bound balls and gently squeezed. At the same time, Jeff nudged against the plug in my ass. Cage's hand tightened and as the pain increased, Jeff was tugging on the plug. Cage got tighter and tighter and then when I didn't think I could take anymore, Jeff pulled the plug entirely out of my ass. This was driving me crazy. I didn't know where the pain/pleasure was going to happen - my nuts or my hole. Jeff was sliding the plug inside me again, and Cage tightened on my balls. This time when the pain in my balls reached a peak, Jeff pushed the widest part back inside me. They repeated this over and over, I was crying again, sobbing behind the mask and through the gag. But Cage and Jeff kept working in tandem. After a few, Cage kept my balls in his hands and Jeff was fucking the plug fulling in and out of my hole; each time the plug went in, Cage gave a brief but intense squeeze. Every time my hole stretched around the fat part of the plug, my nuts shot pain up my spine. Not too long after, they stopped. Chairs were moved, I was repositioned and then one of them fucked into me, bouncing me up and down on their cock. Didn't take long until I felt another load inside me, and another mark on my chest. No sooner than he pulled out, another cock buried inside me. Hands grabbed my balls, and I knew this had to be Cage. He fucked me brutally, and squeezed and let off my nuts as if he didn't want me to have any idea of what was happening. I felt a new surge in my body again and then I flushed and I heard Cage cackle, "HAHAHA! I knew this was a fucking pain fag....he just has another orgasm on my cock with me crushing his nuts! Oh he's gonna be fun to have around!" With that, he let go of my balls, gripped my thighs and blew his own load inside me. Another load, another mark on my chest. Cage pulled around and someone else took his place. This went on a few more time, a few more loads, a few more marks. Some were short affairs - a few pumps and then a load and a mark. Others took their time. After a few, my hole was still on fire, but my body was wrecked. Horse was in my ear again "let's give you a little break, hmm." He stepped back and I felt another plug push inside me. It had to be bigger than the other, since it was a struggle to take, but I figured my hole was too loose for the other one again. With the plug seated, Horse removed the gag from my mouth and I felt a straw get inserted. I sucked and tastes the cool sweetness of orange juice. "We need to keep you hydrated and in place. Just drink what's here and then you can rest for a few." By the time, I finished the juice, I could taste a little something off about it, but I couldn't focus on it. My ass was still on fire and all I wanted to do was drift off. "Such a good little hole for me. You still have a long night ahead of you." And with that, I let myself float away and detach from the noise and men around me.

Wow...first thing to note: this is very well-written, even gripping. Dark-themed stories are not uncommon here, but they usually revolve around the corruption associated with drugs. The drugs in this story have been almost incidental. The feeling of menace is what moves it forward. I love the physical abuse: the relentless slaps and punches. "You'll always wear one of my blacked eyes..." Fuck, yes. I am torn between fearing for our narrator's safety and wanting to trade places with him. Bruises, after all, can be quite beautiful. These Mayhem Riders have great possibilities. I wonder if we'll learn what their "final way" entails....I could hazard a few guesses.

I do hope that people realize that tampering with a condom that results in the spread of an STD can result in civil prosecution. Now can you find a criminal prosecutor willing to take someone to trial for deliberately spreading HIV? Yes you can. So what makes guys think, even if it's a fantasy, that tampering with a condom might not have legal ramifications? Hey I don't like condoms, I don't know anyone who enjoys using them. But would I tamper with one, and risk my liberty? I don't think so. Maybe I am in the "fantasy" portion of this Forum, and I have many times posted in the wrong areas and had to apologize, but really - you wanna risk tampering with a condom and infecting someone with one STD or another?? Not me! You guys go for it - but I'm out!

Chapter 3.2 - We Have a Winner Ric and Mateo were laying on the bed naked like they usually were on a weekend afternoon. Ric's phone chirped and Mateo said "Looks like someone is putting out the bat signal for a good breeding." "Nah, that one was from someone I know. It still might be a request, just not a paying one" Ric replied, reaching for the phone on the desk. He read the message and chuckled. "You may have been right. It's a message from Rawson" he said before reading the message out loud. "Hi Ric. Hope you and your bf enjoyed the party last weekend. It looked like you both kept busy. The guys that advertised got a lot more action than those that didn't. Even Dany complained that guys turned him down. Fools! Anyway, we got a winner from the site contest. He got a year subscription to the website, $2500 and a session with me. He asked if he could choose another actor and wanted you instead. Some nerve the bastard has! Let me know if/when you can do it. A weekend is prob best. We'll cover your costs for a two hr session. We don't know much about him yet, other than his name and contact info" Rawson's message said. "Whatcha think? The guy could be anyone... some cute twink or the hunchback of Notre Dame" Ric asked. "It might be kinda hot watching you try and fuck Bigfoot. The reviews for the videos you did had a lot of guys wanting to hookup with you. It sounds like there would be sex involved. You'd have to disguise yourself better so the guy didn't know who you really are" Mateo said. "Yeah, lots of details to figure out. I think I should do it, just as a favor to Rawson" Ric replied. He watched Mateo nod and looked at his calendar. "Next weekend is out since I have a client already booked. There's the two following ones open and then turkey day week. Is that OK with you?" he asked. "I don't have anything planned, but I'm not going along if that's what you mean" Mateo replied. Ric chuckled and said "That's not what I meant. I just didn't want to step on plans you might have. You could go, though. If Rawson isn't busy with the winner, you could fuck his brains out while I do my job. I doubt he'd mind another recharge" Ric replied. "Recharge?" Mateo asked, looking confused. Ric snickered and said "Oops." It took a few days to get everything planned and as the day approached Ric was getting nervous. He got dropped off in front of the Grand Palace Hotel and a sense of deja vu came over him. He walked in and took the elevator up to the seventh floor just like when he was in the hotel for his first video shoot. Tapping on the door of room 702 once again, he was greeted this time by Rawson. "Hey! How's it going, stud? Ready to knock up our lucky contest winner?" Rawson asked. It was one of a few questions he'd forgotten to ask when they set up the meeting. "Uh... yeah, if it comes to that. I know you said that I'd be fucking him and you'd be taking some pics, but how long and what are he and you expecting?" Ric asked. "Just fuck and breed him. Go as long as you want but at least an hour. He flew in from the east coast last night, so he should be rested and I told him to clean out good since you're hung. We had him get tested before he came out here, so we know he's neg and doesn't have any STDs as of a few days ago. When I talked with him earlier he said he's not on PrEP and isn't a virgin, thank god. I think you'll like him" Rawson said. "He's in his mid 20's, a few inches shorter than you, kind of nerdy... skinny with glasses and Korean, I think. Without the glasses he could pass for a K-pop star, though. He's cute enough. The guy was really excited when we told him we got you 'out of retirement' and told us he'd do ANYTHING you wanted him to do" Rawson added. Ric laughed, replying "Well, I guess he wants the hard fuck that my porn character is known for. He OK taking a poz load or two?" "Yeah, we told him that you are poz but weren't sure of your current viral level. Based on his expression, I think that turned him on. Hopefully he gets as lucky as I did" Rawson said. "So... I brought the mask that I took the last time and have a compression shirt to cover my chest and arms since I don't really want anyone to connect my new ink with my porn character. That OK?" Ric asked. "Oh yeah, no problem. I was wondering about that. Just make sure the biohazard tat is visible. We have a couple of those masks and we fixed them so that the mouth opening is better. I heard your comment to Anthony about the mask on the last shoot and I can't believe we fucked up that badly. Maybe if this works out... you can do another video or two..." Rawson replied, grinning widely. "We'll see" Ric said. "Ya know, we still get tons of messages asking when you're going to do another video. I've even had other porn stars wanting to know if they could borrow you for a scene. They think that we have an exclusive on you. We should have..." Rawson said. "It's almost seven. I should change... where's the winner? Next door again?" Ric asked. Rawson licked his lips and replied "He's across the hall. I'll call him as soon as you're ready." His eyes were glued on Ric as he stripped down. "Damn, I wish I was the one you're about to fuck. Your boyfriend is one lucky dog" Rawson said as Ric dug out the clothes to change into. "You know we're open. Just give a yell and we'll find a time. I'd love to breed that ass again without the cameras and Ari barking out orders. There's always a line of guys waiting to nail you at your parties... and I get distracted" Ric replied as he slipped back into a pair of sandals. Right on time, Ric was knocking on the door to room 701, wearing the mask, long sleeve shirt, jeans and sandals. The door opened slowly, revealing a guy matching Rawson's description, wearing just a pair of loose athletic shorts. "Fuck. I can't believe you're really here. Uh... come on in" the guy said. Ric walked into the room, wondering how to get things rolling. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous. My name is Ken" the guy said. "Hi Ken, I'm Austin" Ric said, going into escort mode. "Are you really the Blue Viper?" Ken asked. "Ric laughed, remembering the name he came up with for the credits on his first video. "Yeah, it's me. Just a little older" Ric said. "Damn, your voice is even sexier than what I heard in the videos. There wasn't much talking in those but there isn't supposed to be in porn, right?" Ken said. Ric chuckled "It's just the one I've had my whole life. So... what did you want to get out of our meeting today? Rawson is going to be over here in a few minutes to take some pics, but I wanted to find out what you're OK with before he tries to direct things" Ric asked. "Uh... is he taking pictures for the website? Or just for me? I don't want anyone to know that I won" Ken said. Ric laughed again, knowing how he felt and how quickly his own attempts at hiding his identity had failed. "Well, I know that they'll want some promo shots to put up on the site and we can get some others for you. You don't have any ink that I can see, so if we hide your face then you will be a lot more anonymous than I was. I got an idea... But what do you want to do today? Just talk? Cuddle? Sex?" Ric asked as he reached for the phone. He dialed room 702 and asked Rawson to bring one of the other masks. He looked up and Ken suddenly got really shy. He was looking down and shaking. "Uh... I... Uh..." he stammered out. "I want to make this memorable for you. You probably can't shock me and while I won't guarantee I can do what you ask, I'm pretty open" Ric said. Ken took a deep breath and mumbled "I want to get fucked like you fucked Rawson. Recreate that scene except with me as the bottom." Ric could barely hear it, but he wondered if Ken knew what he was asking. "That was pretty rough. Are you sure? Have you ever been fucked like that before? Rawson is a pro and even he was sore when we finished" Ric asked. "Yeah, I'm sure. I think I can take it, but that was the idea, right? Wreck his ass and breed him with your poz seed? It looked so hot with his destroyed hole dripping your cum out. I mean... you are poz, right?" Ken said, suddenly no longer embarrassed about his wish and getting excited about it possibly coming true. "Yeah, I'm poz. I also only fuck bare and I never pull out. You OK with that?" Ric asked. Ken nodded and then said "More than OK. The only thing that could make this weekend better is if I get pozzed too. That's something that Rawson couldn't do since he's on PrEP. Can you?" Ken asked. "There's no way to make sure, but I can try. Are you sure?" Ric answered. "Yes. I gave up condoms in college and love feeling a guy cumming in me. I've had guys tell me they're pozzing me before, but I haven't converted yet" Ken replied as there was a knock on the door. Ric went to the door and opened it. Rawson walked in with one of Ric's spare masks in one hand and a professional digital camera in the other. "Ken doesn't want his face shown in any promo shots, Rawson. So, he's going to wear the mask for those, OK?" Ric said. "Cool. We only need a few shots for the site to show that someone did win. I figured three or four action shots and then one of the pair of you together" Rawson replied. Ric kicked off his sandals and told Ken "On your knees. You know what to do." Ken was kneeling seconds later and unbuttoning Ric's jeans. He pulled Ric's cock out of the side of the jock pouch as Ric pulled the compression shirt up, revealing the rest of the biohazard tattoo. Ric quickly found out that Ken was no stranger to sucking cock and was having little difficulty with one as thick as his. The question Ric had was how deep he could take it. Ric heard a few clicks from the camera as Ken sucked away. After several minutes, he pushed the jock down along with his jeans and stepped out of them. Ken was back on his cock in a flash, taking it deeper into his mouth until it was nudging into his throat. Once his cock was dripping both spit and precum, Ric pulled his cock free of Ken's mouth and pulled him to his feet. "Mask time and drop those shorts" Ric told Ken. He stood there looking back at Ric, totally naked in front of two porn stars. Ric saw a nice six inch, cut cock which looked bigger on his smaller frame and pointing straight out from Ken's trimmed pubes. It looked thicker than most and Ric hoped it would get plenty of use once his bug took hold. With the mask in place, Ric turned him around and pushed him on to the bed. "Hold his head" Ric whispered to Rawson. Ric pulled his own mask back and buried his face into the smooth ass. He only spent a few minutes rimming Ken's hole before standing up and pulling the mask back down. Ric watched Rawson focus the camera on Ken's ass as his legs held Ken's head motionless. Several clicks sounded as the camera followed the stiff shaft and the tattoo above it until Ric began to push inside. Rawson climbed off the bed and took several more shots of Ric's cock slowly descending into Ken's ass. Ken was clearly in pain as his chute got stretched from Ric's penetration. His groans got louder, but when Ric paused a moment Ken yelled out "Oh god! Please don't stop!" Ric plowed in deeper until he hit the inner ring and then started thrusting that length. When Ken seemed to be used to his girth, Ric sped up. He spent a few more minutes fucking him on his knees and then pulled his cock out. Ken whimpered at the empty feeling and Ric looked around to make sure that Rawson was out of the way. Ric grabbed Ken, hoisted him off the bed and slammed him down on his back. The rapid fire of clicks from the camera told everyone that Rawson got pics of it all. "Oh fuck yeah!" Ken yelled out and Rawson chuckled while snapping more pictures. Three slaps on the bed and Ric shoved his cock back in, pressing Ken's legs back. They looked at each other while Ric drilled the tortured hole. Ken was letting out an endless stream of grunts and groans only broken up by a few phrases of "oh god yes" and "oh fuck!" when Ric would drive in harder. Ric slowed his pace, but was thrusting in harder. After a dozen strokes, his cock finally broke through the inner ring and Ken howled out. It only took a second for Rawson to toss a hand over his mouth trying to keep the volume down. Ric left his cock buried into the battered hole a few moments and saw Ken's wide open eyes through the mask. He wondered if anyone had ever gone that deep inside Ken's cunt. Ric held on to Ken's legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed. As he slid off to stand on the floor, Ric's cock pulled back through the ring making Ken cry out again. With the hand barely covering his mouth, it was only muffled slightly. Ric now had more leverage and began full strokes, plowing deep inside Ken's ass. When he could easily plow through the second ring, Ric began to pull all the way out and shove back in. He could tell that he taken Ken up to or past his limit and that was good for him since his balls were aching to release their viral load. He grunted with each of the last four thrusts, shooting his cum deep inside. After five pulses he pulled back, showering the remaining cum shallower in the hole. Several pics were shot as Ric's cock slowly pulled free of the abused hole. It took several seconds for Ken to stretch out and then roll over on to his stomach. "Damn, dude. At least I got a few breaks before you dumped your first load in me. I don't think I could have taken that pounding all at once like you just gave him" Rawson said. Ric chuckled and then looked at Ken laying there face down and gasping for air. Ric moved closer and scooped up some of the cum leaking out of Ken's ass. He took a lick and smiled before scooping up some more and feeding it to Rawson. "He's fucked" Rawson said quietly. Ric grabbed a bottle of water and guzzled it down. After a ten minute break where Ric and Rawson talked about the scene they did together, Ric asked "Up for more, Ken, or are you done?" "Oh fuck... I think I can do a little more. I forgot how hard you fucked in that scene. You got another load?" Ken asked. "You've only seen the edited version. There was more" Rawson said, rubbing his bulging crotch as he remembered the fuck that knocked him up. "Oh yeah... I got more" Ric said, winking at Ken. The second fuck only lasted twenty minutes before Ken was in too much pain. He tried to crawl away but Ric would pull him back. Ric finally pushed him flat on the bed and slammed into Ken's ass a few more times, filling the room with a thud and a muffled scream each time. A coating of cum didn't seem to ease the pain but all of them had the satisfaction that more toxic seed was soaking into Ken's battered guts. Ric laid there a minute feeling their sweaty bodies stuck together. "Enjoy the bug. Conversion can be a bitch, though" Ric whispered in Ken's ear before rolling off. "There's a plug on the dresser. Can you put it in?" Ken asked. Rawson handed it to Ric to do the honors. Ric was surprised how easy it slipped in and hoped it wouldn't come out as soon as Ken stood up. With his ass plugged, Ken rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed, wincing in pain as the plug dug into his abused chute. Ric laughed, looking down and seeing Ken's cock still rock hard. "Did you cum?" Ric asked and watched Ken shake his head 'no'. "Come here Rawson. Drop those shorts and bend over" Ric said. A grin came over Rawson's face as he did as he was told. Ric wished he could see Ken's expression behind the mask. He walked up behind Rawson and spit on his fingers before rubbing it over the well used ring. One finger slid in easy and two was a little tighter. He added a little more spit and then said "Your turn, Ken. Empty those balls in this slut. Give him one of your last neg loads." Ken stood and came closer, obviously nervous. His cock was still hard, though, and Ric moved to the side, wrapping his arm around Ken's shoulder. Ken's hands gripped Rawson's hips before he pushed forward and easily slid into the porn star's ass. Once he had sunk balls deep, both Ken and Rawson moaned loudly. Ken ground his hips a second and then started to rock his hips. Ric moved back, grabbing the camera. He snapped several pics of Ken plowing Rawson, some full body and some closeups of his bare cock drilling a porn star. He tried to do a selfie with Ken, but the camera made it difficult to get a decent shot. Grabbing his phone, he snapped a couple shots of their masked heads while Ken kept fucking. It was clear that Ken was just as good a top as he was a bottom and Ric hoped he'd use that talent to breed a lot of guys once he converted. Ken was fighting off his impending orgasm but seconds later he sunk his cock in all the way and began firing off ropes of seed. Ken was not silent when he came. Ric watched his body twitch with each shot of cum accompanied by a long moan that lasted throughout the orgasm. "Fuck yeah! Breed that knocked up cunt!" Rawson said after the first few spurts and Ric wondered if he knew he'd just outed his true status. Once the orgasm was over and Ken had recovered, he pulled his cock free and watched his cum drip out and down Rawson's shaved balls. Rawson stood up and said "Oh god... I'm close" as he turned to face Ken. Ken knelt down and swallowed Rawson's cock through the opening in the mask. He got face fucked less than a minute before Rawson started to growl and shoot his own toxic load into Ken's mouth. Cum was dripping off of Ken's mask as Rawson took a pic of the contest winner and Ric. Both guys were sweaty and their cocks covered in a sheen of cum, but by then both shafts were only slightly hard. "What's your cell number? I'll send you the selfies I got" Ric asked Ken who gave it to him without thinking. He got three pics, two masked head shots and one from above showing their masked heads and Ken's cock plowing Rawson's hole. "I'll forward the pics I took too. I got some great ones. I'll let you know which ones we want to use for the site and you can let me know if they're OK" Rawson told Ken. Ken passed his phone to Rawson and asked "Can you get one more pic without this mask on?" Ken peeled off the mask and while his hair was soaked with sweat, the grin on his face was much more obvious. Rawson took a couple pics of Ken and Ric before he got one of all three of them. "I hope you had a good time, but I need to get going. You got my number, Ken. Let me know how things turn out" Ric said as he headed to the door. "Grab a shower and I'll be back in a few. I gotta let Austin into the other room to change" Rawson said, following Ric out the door. "No way, I want to stay like this until I leave for the airport" Ken said as the door closed shut.

This past fall I extended the rule against promoting harm to a real person to cover harm to the community and applied it to political discussions where people were expressing support and encouraging others to vote for political candidates that had a track record of harming our community. That policy of not allowing things that harm our community is being expanded in some rather significant ways. Specifically… ➤ Certain types of AIDS Fetish are being BANNED What is still allowed is expressing that you find "AIDSy" looking guys hot. Saying you think they're hot harms no one, and after everything those guys have gone through, it probably helps them to know people still find them sexually attractive. What is being banned is encouraging other people to progress to stay off meds so long that they progress to AIDS. I know many of you didn't live through the AIDS epidemic, but it was truly horrible. I cared for my lover as he died of AIDS. I wouldn't wish that experience on anyone - even the experience of being a caregiver was pretty horrible. There is a huge difference between being HIV positive and having AIDS. You can live a reasonably healthy life and have a completely normal life expectancy being poz. But the same is not true once you progress to AIDS. Once you progress to AIDS your life expectancy goes down and your quality of life can completely plummet. In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used). Doctors will want you to do on meds before you CD4 drops below 500. But then there's a gray area between ~350 and 500 which is also relatively safe, though you do up your risk of complications slightly. This ban also applies to encouraging people to become highly drug resistant. Since that's another clear path to AIDS. Simply put, wanting to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant is a form of self harm that's borderline suicidal. Encouraging someone to progress to AIDS or become highly drug resistant borders on encouraging them to kill themselves. It's not OK. ➤ HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving are still very much ALLOWED As I mentioned there's a huge difference between being poz and having AIDS. So I have no problem with guys who want to become poz. Simply put, it's right for some guys. I also have no problem with gift giving. Thanks to PrEP, gift givers can't harm guys who don't want to be harmed. And most guys have at least two years before their CD4 drops below 500, so there is a period of time when they can be a gift giver without risking their own health. But be careful… do not use the word AIDS when you mean HIV or poz. "I wanna give you HIV" or "I wanna poz you" are both fine. "I wanna give you AIDS" is not OK. Fetishizing poz or toxic loads is fine. Fetishing AIDS loads is not OK. Learn to say what you mean. Words matter! ➤ STI Fetish is BANNED Fetishizing STIs other than HIV is also banned. STIs are a fact of life if you bareback, but we want to keep them to a bare minimum since they're a literal pain in the butt (or dick). Sex is supposed to be fun, but when guys stop going to bathhouses and the sex parties because they keep getting STIs when they go – that harms our "sexual ecosystem". Big crowds at bathhouses and sex parties helps everyone. It's more fun for us, and more profitable for the bathhouses and sex clubs. ➤ These bans apply to fiction as well as real life situations Fantasizing about things often turns into real-life behavior, so the bans apply to fictional stories as well. ➤ Generally, things that do significant harm to the community are BANNED Basically I'm banning anything that causes permanent, significant harm to individuals or significant harm to the community as a whole. That said, there's a lot of gray area. In the gray area if it's harm to a real person it will be more likely to trigger an infraction. So for example - a bottom is getting spit roasted and the top fucking him slips him a booty bump without him knowing. Since drugs wear off after a few hours, that's not permanent harm. In a fictional story that would be allowed provided the story doesn't progress to him becoming a drug addict (which would be significant harm). But encouraging someone to do that to a real person - that wouldn't be allowed. Or another example - castration. If a bottom is considering castration and you encourage them to go through with it - it all depends on how you encourage them. If you encourage them to take months to fully think it through, and then find a qualified doctor to do the procedure - that would be fine. If you encourage them to take a less careful course of action - that would be a problem and would get an infraction. ➤ The stories of victims are still very much allowed Victims are always allowed to tell their stories provided they state the abuse factually and don't overly fetishize the abuse. They can even say that since the abuse they've gotten turned on by it and seek it out. Though there is the risk of that going too far into fetishizing the behavior. So tread carefully there. Why I'm implementing the new policy Recently here and on Twitter I've been seeing a lot of AIDS and STI fetish and I've found it deeply disturbing. Simply put, it's a level of harmful that I haven't seen before. The bug chasing back in the late 90s (post ARVs) and early 00s would have violated these new policies, but it was different back then. There was this immense fear of becoming poz combined with the realization that sooner or later bottoms especially would probably become poz. So bug chasing "got it over with". From that point of view the improvement to the person's mental health probably balanced out the risk to their physical health. And with the advent of PrEP it's a huge step for some guys to come to the realization that they want to be poz, then choose to go off PrEP, and then actually get pozzed. To put it in simple terms it seems to be a tribal thing for many of them. Belonging to a tribe can have an upside, and that process doesn't harm anyone else. But AIDS fetish and STI fetish cause significant harm with zero upside. They're pure harm. I don't want this site to be the catalyst for that type of behavior. Implementation of the new policy For the next week if you violate the new policy you'll just get a warning. After that there will be an infraction. If you see old posts that violate the new rules, please report them and a moderator will do one of three things: 1) edit them so they comply, 2) add a note that posts like that are no longer allowed, or 3) hide the post or thread if the violation is serious enough and not easily remedied via editing. Confused? If you're confused as to whether something is allowed under the new policy, I constructed a series of questions that you go through to figure out if it's banned or allowed… https://breeding.zone/topic/64867-read-this-significant-change-in-rules-effective-31/?do=findComment&comment=683626

Who wants to see me become full blown and deteriorate very slow?

Part 28 - The New Jeff Kyle had been having fun with Jeff, teaching him the discipline to be a proper sub and getting him regularly filled with more poz cum. Jeff had been keeping track of who had bred him including a list of unknown to him men - listed as Unknown #1 - Unknown #17 on his spreadsheet. Kyle would let him know when it was a repeat of the one of the unknowns. It was a Tuesday night when Jeff showed up at the apartment, as requested. He entered and immediately removed his clothing, folding it neatly next to the door, and knelt on the floor awaiting his instructions. “Boy, you have learned everything I have taught you well,” Kyle started. Jeff looked around the room and saw Joe, Steven, Ryan and Dennis, two on either side of Kyle. “Thank you, Sir,” Jeff replied. “I would like to take our relationship to the next level, if you are willing. You will only get one chance at accepting this offer and you need to think about it completely, since it you will be making a long term commitment to me,” Kyle told Jeff. Jeff turned pale, unsure what was about to happen but he knew he had to reply “Yes, Sir.” Kyle pulled a leather collar from behind his back and held it in front of Jeff. “I want you to be my boy, uh, my slave. By wearing this collar it will let everyone know that you have given yourself to me and are now owned by me. I will control what you can and cannot do. You should also consider Joe as your master too, since we are partners. I will protect you and in return you will obey my every word. Since neither of us has done this before, we will start a two week trial period and at that time, either of us can walk away. Or continue on.” Kyle's offer left Jeff was shaking. Did he want to give up his freedom? He had enjoyed every moment he had had since Steven took his virginity, but did he want the commitment to only one or two people? He looked at Steven, wondering if the prospect was okay with him, although Jeff reasoned it must be as he was standing there, not showing any sign of disapproval. “How long may I take to decide, Sir?” asked Jeff. Kyle smiled and said “You have 30 minutes, boy.” The guys went into the kitchen and talked quietly while Jeff pondered his fate. Jeff knew if he turned it down, he would probably never get another chance with Kyle or maybe all of them. He had learned so much from them already and didn’t know how he could repay them for freeing him of his former life as an easily forgettable, vanilla nerd who tried to please his parents and never himself. He had read a little on Dom/sub relationships after his first experience with Joe and Kyle, but never considered it full time, just for a few hours at the most. After 20 minutes of thinking about it, he finally said to Kyle “Sir, I would be honored to have you as my Master.” Kyle was just as nervous about it as Jeff, but was hiding it well. He walked over to Jeff and said “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sir. Please collar me," Jeff asked, a bit of trepidation in his voice. Kyle walked behind Jeff and put the collar around his neck, fitting it snuggly before putting the small lock on and with a ‘click’. Jeff was now his. The other guys came over and congratulated both of them. Jeff was surprised at the attention that he was given and it seemed that everyone was proud of him taking this step in his journey. “Guys, my boy and I would like to celebrate this occasion with an evening of sex. Please use my boy for your pleasure - after I get the first fuck. Kyle clicked a short leash on to the collar and told Jeff to rise before leading him over to Steven’s room and putting him into the sling. Kyle secured his hands and feet before removing his clothes. The other four removed their clothes and gathered around, stroking their cocks. As Kyle moved to Jeff’s ass, Joe moved to his head. Jeff began to suck Joe’s hardening cock and Kyle lubed his hole, slowly inserting one finger, then two and finally three. Kyle could feel Jeff relax his hole and then tighten it around his fingers and he knew he was ready for his cock. He pulled his fingers out and teased Jeff’s hole before penetrating him slowly, sliding in all the way in one long, patient stroke. Joe felt Jeff moan around his cock as Kyle was filling his other end. Kyle nodded to Joe and they simultaneously started to fuck their respective orifice. Joe held Jeff’s head as his cock drove deep into his throat. A few weeks ago, Jeff would have gagged or even vomited with this treatment, but his training had gotten him to be a skilled cocksucker. With Joe getting blown, Kyle couldn’t use the sling to full effect and was holding Jeff still as he thrusted his cock into the warm, silky canal, his cock coating it with toxic precum. Kyle started to pound harder and Jeff’s moans got louder. Jeff was now his and he was going to take advantage of his body. All too soon, he felt his balls prepare to shoot its demon seed and as hard as he tried to hold off, he began to fill the boy’s hole with more poz cum. Joe pulled his cock out of Jeff’s mouth as he saw Kyle begin to orgasm and let Jeff enjoy the full effect without distraction. Joe and Kyle swapped spots and Joe easily pushed his cock into the cum filled hole. Jeff eagerly cleaned his Master’s cock, his cum tasting sweeter than ever. Joe immediately started to drill Jeff’s ass. He had been edging while he was using Jeff’s mouth and throat and couldn’t hold back very long before he too was shooting his poisonous cum into Jeff’s hungry hole. Joe pulled out carefully, pushing any cum that tried to escape back into the boy’s pussy. Steven took Joe’s place and slammed his cock in all the way. He remembered his first fuck with Jeff and replicated its intensity, but this time it wasn’t a grudge fuck. He would pull out slowly and then drive in hard, hearing Jeff grunt “Thank you, sir” each time. He looked down at Jeff and saw a boy completely content in his world - happy to serve and provide pleasure to those his master deemed worthy. Jeff was massaging his cock and brought all thoughts to an end as his need to breed overtook his body. His cock began to shoot its venom into Jeff and the hole got even sloppier as the cum filled him up. Steven pulled out and it was futile to try and keep all of the cum inside. He fed his cum-covered cock to Jeff as Dennis, kneeling, feasted on Jeff’s hole. Jeff squirmed as he felt Dennis’s beard between his spread ass cheeks and then moaned as he felt Dennis’s tongue explore his hole inside and out. Dennis sucked some of the cum out and savored the taste on his tongue as he stood up and slid his cock in. His cock being thicker than the others, stretched Jeff somewhat wider and he inwardly smiled, thinking Jeff's ass felt even better than he remembered. Jeff knew how to get fucked this time and Dennis was going to enjoy this fuck. When Steven removed his cock from Jeff’s mouth, Dennis started to get Jeff swinging and fucking himself on Dennis’s throbbing cock. The strokes got longer and Jeff was bouncing off Dennis until the cock was coming completely out of him for a second before driving back in. Everyone was grinning as they heard the sounds of a well-bred hole being pummeled. Dennis finally pulled Jeff tight onto his cock, stopping the swinging motion and then jackhammered his hole until his cock shot his charged load into Jeff, adding to the toxic mixture already in him. Ryan looked at Kyle, waiting for his approval to fuck his roommate. While he had taken dozens of toxic loads, he didn’t feel that he was in the same league as the others since he couldn’t say for sure he was poz or not. “Come on, Ryan. I know Jeff wants you to fuck him too,” Kyle said with a wry grin. Ryan moved in and inserted his rock hard cock into Jeff’s pussy. He never had fucked a hole with this much cum in it and knew the poz seed was coating every part of his cock. He fucked like a locomotive, building up speed slowly until he was pounding Jeff’s ass as hard as he could. Jeff was staring back at Ryan. He had secretly lusted after Ryan from the day he moved in, but back then he didn’t know why. Ryan let out a loud groan as he emptied his balls into Jeff, his neg swimmers being in the minority inside Jeff’s cunt. Kyle entered Jeff again after Ryan pulled out. He grabbed the leash and used it to pull Jeff on to his cock before Kyles hips pushed him away. After watching everyone use Jeff, he knew he was going to cum quickly and after only a few minutes of drilling his boy, Kyle grabbed his legs and pushed as deep as he could and shot more cum into his hole. Joe handed Kyle a buttplug and it slid easily into Jeff’s gaping hole. Kyle released Jeff and the guys all went back to the living room. Joe filled the pipe up and lit it, passing it around. This time, Kyle passed it to Jeff, who took his first hit of pot. Jeff coughed as the smoke burned his lungs and everyone chuckled. Later, Kyle got up and walked over to Jeff and grabbed his leash. “Rise, boy” he said and Jeff got up, feeling a little unsteady after several hits of weed. Kyle leaned in and kissed Jeff passionately. Ending the kiss, Kyle disconnected the leash and said “We all have classes tomorrow, so it’s time to get some rest. I will see you tomorrow.” Jeff walked over and put his clothes on, and he and Ryan went back to their dorm. Jeff walked out of his dorm room the next morning wondering what kind of responses he was going to get from his collar. He had seen a few people on campus with them, but almost all of them were people into the punk or goth scenes. He didn’t have to wait long for the first derogatory comment. Sitting at the table in the dorm cafeteria he heard one guy walk by and say “Look at the nerdy dog.” A few minutes later another guy started to taunt him and he was about to get up and leave when Ryan showed up and told the guys "Fuck off and leave him alone.” It was just like when guys made fun of him in High School, but this time he was proud of what he was and knew that they were probably just belittling him to cover their own insecurities. The comments continued when he got to his first class with a few people making comments. One guy did stop him after class and complemented him on his collar suggesting “Ignore those guys. They’re just assholes. I think it looks pretty damn hot. I wish I had the guts to wear one. Hi, I’m Ben,” the guy said. Jeff had seen him in several of his classes, but had never talked to him. Ben was a tall guy at just over six foot two and skinny. He always dressed in dark colors, usually black and had his ears mildly gauged. His hair was dark and long, sometimes in a short pony tail and other times just left hanging. “Hi Ben, I’m Jeff. Thanks, I could use a bit of encouragement. I haven’t had a good reaction from a bunch of people today,” Jeff said with a sullen tone. “Oh, is it your first day with it? You can always take it off if the comments piss you off, but that would let those guys think they won,” Ben replied. Jeff took a breath and swallowed before saying “I can’t take it off. It’s locked on me.” “Fuck, that so fuckin' cool. So it isn't just for fashion?” Ben asked. Jeff chuckled and said “No, it isn’t.” Ben’s eyes got big and he whispered “You have a master?” Jeff wasn’t sure how much he wanted to say, since he had just met Ben, but since he had been supportive so far he replied “Yeah I do. I got the collar last night.” “Fuck, dude. That is really cool. Can I ask, is it a guy or a girl? I’m just curious. I’m bi so I’m good with it either way.” Jeff was taken aback from the question and Ben outing himself but quickly answered “My master’s name is Kyle, and yeah, I’m gay.” Ben and Jeff had started walking out of the lecture hall and out of the building towards the center of campus. “I hope you don’t mind me asking questions. I’ve just never met anyone who is comfortable talking about this stuff. I tried being a sub to a guy once, but all he wanted to do was beat me for no reason and then fuck me. I hope you’re having a better experience,” Ben told Jeff as they walked. Jeff’s amazement continued as Ben was very open about his sexual adventures. “Uh, yeah. I have liked it so far, but I just really started a few weeks ago. I like what’s happened so far, that’s why I agreed to the collar,” Jeff explained, not wanting to give many details about his sex life to a stranger. “Oh, good. Maybe you can introduce me to your master sometime. Maybe he knows someone that could train me. I want to see what a good Dom/sub experience is like” Ben said. “Yeah, you should definitely try some short sessions first. I didn’t, but I think I got lucky by meeting the right people. I’ll ask him and let you know” replied Jeff. “Cool. Let me give you my number and you can text me the info or if you need help,” Ben said. Jeff headed towards the library to study before his next class and hoped people would just leave him alone. He made it through the next class with only one comment “Hmm, someone is either trying to become a bad boy or already is.” Jeff smiled in response. When Jeff got back to the dorm there was a crowd waiting for the elevator and the guy that made the dog comment in the cafeteria saw him and walked up to him, putting his finger into the D-ring on the collar asking “What the fuck do you think you’re doing with this on? Are you just a lost puppy looking for a bone?” “Curt, leave him alone,” said one of the people in the crowd as Curt started to drag Jeff around the foyer, occasionally yanking him in different directions. Jeff was about to thrust his knee into Curt’s balls when an RA walked in and Curt quickly let go of Jeff. “Curt, follow me,” said the RA and the two of them disappeared down the hall. A few people came over to ask Jeff if he was okay. Jeff replied yes he was, just a bit shaken. Jeff sat in his dorm for a while shaking and wondering if this was worth it. He knew he might get harassed, but didn’t think it would be this bad. He was curled up and sobbing on his bed when Ryan walked in. “What’s wrong, Jeff?” Ryan asked as he sat down on the bed and held Jeff close. Jeff explained his day and the event at the elevator. “I’m gonna beat the crap out of that asshole” Ryan yelled and started to get up. Jeff said “No, he’s too strong and will probably hurt you. Let the RA deal with him and if it happens again, I’ll call the cops.” “OK, but I want you to text me the minute he or anyone else harasses you” Ryan said and then asked “Are you going down for dinner? We can go together and I’ll beat up anyone who says anything.” “No, I’m not hungry. Can you just bring me back an apple or something?” Jeff said as he curled up on the bed again. “Sure. Don’t let these guys get to you. They’re just scum and karma will get them eventually” Ryan said as he walked out the door. Ryan went and got dinner, but sat by himself at a table and pulled out his phone, sending a text message to Steven “Jeff got harassed 4 collar. Can u tell Kyle, but don’t let Jeff know I said anything.” Steven, Joe and Kyle were eating Thai food that Steven had made for them for dinner when Steven’s phone buzzed. Reading it, he yelled out “Fuck!” and Joe and Kyle looked at him. “What?” said Kyle and Joe at the same time. Steven read the message aloud and looked at Kyle. Kyle’s face was bright red and he looked like he was going to rip something or someone to bits. Steven called Ryan back and put it on speakerphone. Ryan told them what Jeff had told him. Kyle’s expression just got more intense. “Where can I find Curt?” asked Kyle. “He’s got a room on the 3rd floor of my dorm building. I don’t know the room number, but I think its on the west end. He’s just an asshole and picks on anyone he can. If you need help changing his jawline, let me know” said Ryan. Kyle tapped out a message to Tony “Need help. My boy got beat up by thug. Want to get even.” Kyles phone rang a few minutes later and Kyle explained the situation to Tony, first having to tell him about collaring Jeff. Tony asked Kyle to meet him at the club warehouse in 45 minutes and bring whatever muscle he wanted to help. Kyle chuckled as he looked around. Joe would be good muscle. Steven was not even close to muscle. Ryan was a little better in the muscle department than Steven, but not much. All had offered to help, so he brought them along. When they got to the warehouse, there were two other cars there and three pickups. The guys went to the front door and found it locked. Kyle knocked and Tony opened the door and let them in and led them to an office. Kyle saw four large muscled guys and three boxes on the desk. Tony said “I realize that your boy is not in the club… yet. But he’s your boy and that means we protect him too. This is part of our enforcement crew. We will make sure that the guy that picked on your boy regrets having been born. Grab a mask, a hoodie and gloves from the boxes and lets take the trucks. I got a bit of info on your guy Curt. He's rubbed a lot of people the wrong way and this is going to be an easy one.” They drove over to the dorm parking lot and parked. Tony motioned for everyone to stay and walked over to gold Cadillac Escalade and jabbed the side of each tire with an awl. He stood behind the SUV as the tires deflated and sent a text message on his phone. Tony hopped back into the pickup and said “He should be out here any minute.” Soon they saw a lone figure walk across the field to the parking lot. Tony nodded at the other four members of the enforcement crew and they got out of the truck and crouched down near Curt’s wounded SUV. You could hear the swearing from Curt as he got close and saw what had been done to his beloved truck. As he walked around the SUV, one of the enforcers came up behind him and covered his mouth with a rag and Curt was passed out and limp in seconds. Tony picked up Curt and threw him over his shoulders and walked back to the pickup. He laid Curt down in the pickup bed and one guy taped his ankles together and another his wrists. They tied his body down with a cargo net and then got into the truck. They drove for about 30 minutes out of town, down a few gravel roads until they got to a farm and pulled in back of the house next to a large metal shed. The door opened and the trucks drove in. Curt was taken from the pickup bed into a room, stripped and placed on a fuck bench and his hands and feet shackled down. Kyle looked around the room and noticed a man that had not been in the warehouse. He was a thin, frail man about Kyle’s height, and looked to be in his late sixties. His cheeks were sunken in and there was a few sores on his face. On the table next to him was one of those old-time doctor’s bags. Everyone stood around Curt’s limp body as the man approached Tony. “Dr. C, its good to see you again. Unfortunately, this young man seems to need an attitude adjustment. He has attacked verbally and physically one of the club members. He sounds to be homophobic and thinks he is better than everyone else. I think the usual treatment will get him to be a better citizen.” Dr. C nodded and looked Curt over. He walked behind Curt and set his bag down on a table nearby and pulled out a speculum. Applying the tool to Curt’s ass, he spread it open, stretching the hole until Curt’s guts were easily visible. The doctor then pulled out a large bottle brush from his bag and inserted it deep and began to twist and piston the brush until the brush turned red and blood dripped out of the hole. The doctor then removed the speculum and put it and the brush inside a plastic bag and then into his satchel. The guys watched Curt’s hole slowly close and the doctor then dropped his pants and pulled out a large 8 1/2 inch pierced cock. He stroked it from semi-hard to full length and then slammed into Curt’s unsuspecting ass. He fucked for almost five minutes before screaming out as he pumped his high viral load cum into the passed out college student. Each of the guys took turns adding their own tainted seed into Curt’s pussy. Ryan was the last to fuck Curt and wasn’t sure whether he was shooting charged or uncharged cum, but enjoyed every second fucking him. As Ryan walked back to the wall, two of the enforcers unlocked Curt from the bench and laid him down, face up on the large table. The doctor walked over and set out a piece of cloth around Curt’s cock and balls. He put down another cloth and laid out some tools - a scalpel, a needle and surgical thread, a bottle with a cleaning solution, and some gauze pads. He put on some surgical gloves and then pulled Curt’s ballsack up and secured it with some clamps on either side. He applied the cleaning solution and slowly he cut an incision, pulled a ball out of the sack and used his scalpel to remove it and set it in a jar full of liquid. He did the same with Curt’s second testicle and then sewed everything up. One of the enforcers walked up with a box containing bottles of saline solution, a stack of gauze pads and several more clean rags. The doctor turned to Tony and said “Please, put him back on the bench, I will want to inseminate him several more times in the next few days. Come back in three days at midnight and you can take him back. He will hopefully no longer be a threat to anyone. If he does cause more issues, then we can take it a step further and remove his penis. There are a few further treatments we can give him if he remains a problem.” The enforcers gently moved Curt back to the bench, making sure his cock and balls were free from the top of the bench. His hands and feet were reattached to the tie down points and a blackout hood was put over his head. Once Curt was secured, everyone but the doctor left the room and went back to the pickups. They drove back to the warehouse and as they got near Tony said “Kyle, I want you back at the warehouse Saturday night at eleven PM. We won’t need anyone other than you and the enforcement crew and we will take Curt back to the dorm. OK?” “Yes, Sir” Kyle said. “Good. And I don’t think I need to tell any of you that you will never speak of this evening again. It never happened. You studied all night, right?” Tony said sternly. “Yes, Sir” the guys said. Kyle dropped Ryan off near the front of his dorm and then they went back to the apartment. Few words were spoken as they had driven and it continued in the apartment. Finally Kyle said “Thanks guys, I appreciate your help. I didn’t think it would be this drastic, but that fucker deserves it.” Steven and Joe nodded and they then headed to bed. Ryan walked into the dorm room, hoping that Jeff was ok. The lights were out and he fumbled over until he found the desk lamp and turned it on. He looked over and Jeff was on his bed, just in his sleeping shorts, but on top of the sheet and blanket unlike he usually was. He looked closer and could see Jeff sweating and drenching the sheets with perspiration. “Fuck” he thought. He reached for his phone and texted Steven “Tell Kyle that Jeff is sick.” Curt awoke, shivering in his truck. His body ached almost everywhere. He could feel his nose was dislocated and there were cuts on his cheeks. His chest hurt each time he took a breath and his stomach felt like he had been gut punched for hours. His cock hurt. He looked down and his t-shirt was torn and his pants were ripped open around his knees which had large scabs on them. His cherished Air Jordans were covered in what looked like cow dung and were ripped at the toes and ankles. Even his balls hurt, but as he rolled over and went to adjust himself, he couldn’t even feel them. Panicked, he pulled his jeans down and felt around. His balls were gone. Not hiding since he was cold. Gone. He got out of the back of the truck and saw the four flat tires, like he remembered right before he passed out. Walking back into the dorm several people were pointing at him and laughing. In his usual bravado he told them to “Shut the fuck up.” Curt got onto the elevator and saw his reflection in the door and saw something taped to his shirt. It was a sign. On one side - the one facing out - said in large letters “I AM A FAG” and on the other side was a note: “Curt, I hope you enjoyed your weekend. You have harassed people for too long and now it was time to pay for it. You will no doubt find that you are no longer the same pompous jerk. Your body has changed and will continue to change. Hopefully you will mentally change for the better. We know how to get you and punish you. Any time. Any place. If you try to find us you will fail. If you continue to harass people, we will come back. No one will listen to you, since you have hassled too many people for anyone to care if you received any retribution. Be a better person and nothing more will happen." He walked to his room and went in. His roommate had moved out and the room was just his stuff, but most of it was broken. He looked at the mirror and there were bruises on his face and hands. He took his clothes off and saw more bruises all over his body. His ribs were sore, like he had been kicked on the ground. The bruises continued on his legs. HIs ass was sore, like someone had impaled him with a baseball bat. Someone walked down the hall and saw his door open and said “Oh, look. The asshole is back.” As he got up to go yell at them, his body ached too much for him to want another altercation. Curt laid low for the next week until the flu hit. He could barely get out of bed. He had a fever and had more aches over his body, different than the aches from a week earlier, but just as painful. He tried calling people but even those that had been his friends wouldn’t return his calls or would hang up when they heard his voice. He finally called 911 and when the paramedics showed up they were disinterested in helping him. After he pleaded for 15 minutes, they took him to the hospital and left him at the emergency room to wait with the other patients. When the hospital staff finally looked at him, they admitted him and put him in an old room by himself. He was hooked up to an IV to keep him hydrated and sedated and given minimal food. After a week he started to feel better and the doctor came in. “Hello Curt. I don’t know what you did, but you seem to be the most unliked person in this city. The nurses are drawing straws and the loser has to attend to you. It took days, but I finally got your test results. The flu that you had was from your seroconversion. You are infected with a rare strain of HIV that we have currently have no treatment for. The hepatitis we can treat, but it will take a while before we can get approval for it. At least with your castration, your sex drive should be down so you won’t infect anyone else.” Kyle and Ryan kept monitoring Jeff and when the fever got too high, they took Jeff to the same hospital that Curt had just been admitted to. The nurses checked him over and the doctor admitted him, but he was placed in a much better area. They quickly got him rehydrated and got his fever under control. Kyle had been by his side most of the time and had removed his collar before he went to the hospital. When Jeff came to after being unconscious for over a day, he panicked when the collar was gone. Kyle reassured him it was safe and was only off until he was released. Just as Jeff was starting to feel better and was about to be released, Ryan was coming down with a fever. His illness was not nearly as bad and only lasted two days before he was moving around as normal. A week later, Steven took Ryan to the clinic to get tested and make sure he was the newest poz guy in town.

Part 4 Tony was much more gentle with me then I had been with the blonde who was taking yet another cock in the sling next to me. He slid his cock slowly but steadily in and out my hole making sure I felt every inch sliding through my recently virginal hole occasionally flexing his did as it reached one of the extremes causing me to whimper like a bitch in heat. My hole burned as it stretched to accommodate his cock but there was pleasure there too, and a hunger that could not be denied; and as he slowly built up the pace the pain ebbed away and all that was left was the pleasure. “For a total top boy, you’re sure handling my cock well for your first time.” “Thank you.” “But now it’s time for the real fucking.” He grabbed hold of the chains for the sling and slammed his cock balls deep into me. I cried out in lust and joy. From my left I heard the blonde boy giggle and call some sort of encouragement to Tony even as he was being emailed on another cock. I looked up into the mirror above me and saw Tony’s fat cock vanishing into my hole over and over again my sphincter clinging to his cock as he pulled out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, I wanted him to never stop. I had been horny before but this was different, being horny is being in need of a release this was a hunger a hunger for something I had never craved before: cum. “Fuck me, oh Jesus fuck me,” I cried as his cock hammered in and out of my hole. Sweat dripped from Tony’s muscular hair covered torso on to mine and I felt my eyes rolling in to the back of my head. “You ready for my load boy?” “Yes, fill my hole with your cum!” “Good answer.” Tony sank his cock balls deep in me once more and held fast to my hips as he grunted and his cock bucked inside of me spraying his load all over my guts. I could feel his cock pumping inside of me emptying his balls. My hole was flooded with a magical warmth that I never wanted to be without again. I was no longer a top, hell I wasn’t sure in that moment that I was even versatile, for that night at least I was a bottom. As he slid his cock from my hole my mind was consumed with one though: I need more cock. Four thick fingers were quickly slid into my hole, replacing Tony’s cock. He smiled as he twisted them around in my now wide-open hole. “ How do you feel boy?” “Amazing.” “How does your hole feel?” “I never thought it could feel this good.” “And my load?” “Perfect.” “You want more cock don’t you boy? You want to spend the night like this little bitch take load after load in your stretched out cunt?” “Yes.” “Right answer. He Chris, wanna try out my new fuck hole?”