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Part 1 Carson Bull woke up to his 4am alarm. As he began to move and shook the fog from his brain, he sat up and began his morning routine. It started by throwing on shorts and a tank top, and making the mile run to his gym. After 90 minutes, he would run back, meditate, shower, and begin his day. He was about to turn 55. He had spent his entire life working, never stopping. His success eventually paid off, last year he had “retired”. Now he spent his time pursuing passion projects and teaching chemistry at a local college, though he still had a research lab running at the big university he was granted a position at after selling two start ups to big pharma. As he got dressed for the day, Carson made note to see his barber at lunchtime. He was 55, and looked it. At 5’10, he was 200lbs of beef. No abs to be seen, but he usually put younger men to shame in the gym. He had started shaving his head when he turned 40, and let the beard grow in enough to attract younger guys, but short enough to be taken seriously at conferences. It was also around the age of 40 he began accumulating tattoos. As a scientist, he was concerned with symmetry. Things in nature have a perfect symmetry, even if it seems unaligned. He made sure that for every piece he got on one side of his body, there was one that matched the size and general shape on the other. He even eventually had a small tattoo done at the base of his 8in dick, to make everything even as well. At 45 he began accumulating piercings. They were simple enough at first, but after his nipples were done, he went to his monthly group party downtown at the bath house, and saw a man with a Jacob’s ladder gaping some twink. So he began adding those. Six piercings later, he topped off his daddy dick with a PA. Over the years, he had gauged them up. Now, he considered himself in the prime of his life. He had reached his peak evolution. By 8am, he had reached the building that his research lab occupied. In his office he opened his email to what indicated a long day was a head. Of course, before the holiday weekend and indulging in projects outside of work. “For someone who is retired, I work a lot”, he remarked. “Good Morning, Dr. Bull”. He saw his grad student, Arthur, standing in the door way. “Good Morning Arthur, how’re you?”. Arthur proceeded to chat a little. Arthur was in his final year of his doctoral program. He had been instrumental in the research Carson had been focused on for the last five years. Carson had allowed him into the lab for his mind, but also because four years ago he found Arthur cruising the Fens, the local park where students went to hook up. He had decided not to indulge then, but knew Arthur had a place in his research. That time was quickly coming to an end, and little did Arthur know Carsons plans for him to help with his research even further.

2. It took me a long time to respond to my ex. It wasn’t until later that night that I texted him back saying. “Thank you for telling me.” I honestly didn’t know what to say. It was obvious there was no going back, not that I wanted to. His giving himself over to Sir had not only changed him. I’d jerked off for the rest of the afternoon watching the two videos and rereading the messages. It was so hot seeing him used like that, hearing him beg for Sir’s load, and then lastly the picture of him transformed into Sir’s pig. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was after eleven that night when I got another message for Sir. My hands were shaking as I opened it. “Your ex is going to make an excellent sex toy,” it said under a picture taken from above of my ex on all fours, the thick chain visible around his neck, being spit roasted with not a condom in sight. For a moment I just sat looking at the photo, and then I typed back. “I’m glad he’s serving you well.” I don’t know why I did it. I was conflicted, this man had ended a two-year relationship, I had though I loved my ex… but at the same time seeing him turned into a sex object and used was so hot. After another beat I added, “How did this happen? When did you start fucking him?” “You want the story of how I turned your condoms only monogamous boyfriend into a cum hungry sub pig?” I paused again… I did? “Yes,” I sent back impulsively. “Yes what?” I didn’t know how to respond for a moment, but then it clicked, “Yes Sir.” “Good boy.” I felt an odd thrill go through me even just reading the words. I could hear his voice as he called my ex boy and it was intoxicating. “I found your ex at the gym, almost two months ago. He couldn’t take his eyes off me in the locker room. After a week of his staring I went up to him and asked if he liked what he saw. He was so nervous he could barely speak, but he followed me back to my place and took his first load from me. He kept saying ‘I’ve never done this I don’t know if I should,’ till I got my fat cock in his tight cunt raw and then it was ‘breed me Sir, give me my first load.’ And after that he was hooked, he’s been begging me for my loads ever since.” “Wow… I had no idea.” I really hadn’t. I’d noticed that he had been going to the gym more, but he was also showing results. I had never guessed all his working out was a cover to meet an older man and get fucked without a condom. “Oh yes. He’s taken my load at least twice a week for the last two months. He’s gone on dates with you with my load deep in his guts. And every time he did he became more and more my boy. Each load he took made him more desperate for the next, till he was begging to be mine. I told him the only way to be my boy was to give over completely and tell you the truth of who he is. He’s a faggot cumdump and he belongs to me.” “Wow…” I stopped for a moment unsure how to respond. “That’s so hot,” I finally typed out and then hit send before I chickened out. “You liked watching me turn your boyfriend into a bottom slut didn’t you boy?” “Well…” “Answer me boy.” “Yes. Yes Sir.” “Good boy. If only you’d figured out what a sub your ex was he could have been on his knees servicing you right now but instead…” He sent another picture. This time it showed my ex on his knees with Sir’s cock halfway down his throat while another hairy man fucked him. “Fuck…how many other guys are there Sir?” “That’s my friend Pete, he’s the last one of the night, but your ex now has an even dozen loads up his hole. I through him a little gang bang party to celebrate giving himself over to being a pig. It was one of his fantasies.” “I wish I’d known… that’s so hot.” ‘You wish you’d gotten to be one of the tops and breed his sloppy hole?” “Yeah!” I responded quickly, but right as I did another text appeared from Sir, “Or do you wish you’d been the one getting bred by a room full of tops.” I stopped… it was unclear if I’d been responding to wanting to be a top at my ex’s gangbang or if I’d wanted to be the one getting used. “Well which is it boy?” My fingers froze, presented with the question I actually wasn’t clear. I’d been the top the entire time with my ex but… the thought of a room full of men like Sir… the only place I could see myself in that room was on all fours servicing them. After a minute I typed out my response, “I wish I’d been the one getting fucked.” “Your ex didn’t just get fucked boy… he got bred by eight different guys and ended up with twelve loads in his sloppy cunt. Is that what you want boy?” Was that what I wanted? I rubbed my hand across my straining briefs and felt how hard my cock was at the thought. It was pretty obvious I was at least turned on by the idea. “You want your hole to end up looking like this?” Sir texted, and sent a picture of my ex’s upturned ass. His cheeks were spread showing his wet sloppy hole. The hair across his cheeks was matted down, and a little dribble of cum was leaking from his puffy lips. I’d never seen his ass look like that though I’d eaten it every time before I fucked it. Normally his hole was tight and pink, a little pert sphincter, but now it was red and swollen, and dripping. My fingers moved before I could have a single conscious thought about what I was doing. “Yes, Sir. I want to be bred by a room full of men and made into a sloppy mess.” “No wonder it didn’t work out between you two,” Sir responded, “Two cumdumps in a relationship never works.” “I don’t know if I’m really a cumdump.” “Hahaha. Of course you are. You’ve just been denying it. I bet you’ve been watching those videos of your ex taking my cock all afternoon. I bet it made you cum harder than you’ve ever cum and you were still horny. I bet you’re looking at that picture of his worn out hole right now wishing it was you in his place.” “I don’t know…” “Yes you do. Meet me tomorrow,” he sent his address, “at 2pm. I’ll show you what a cumdump you really are.” I dropped my phone suddenly terrified but incredibly turned on. “It’s ok boy,” Sir texted, “I know you’re nervous. You don’t have to say anything. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I just lay there on my bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. My heart was in my chest, but my cock was hard as a rock. After a while I couldn’t help myself I went back and started looking at the pictures again. I watched my ex boyfriend’s face as Sir slid deep inside him. I watched him confess into the camera that he was a cumdump, that he belonged to Sir. I looked at the picture of him getting spit roasted, of him sucking on Sir’s fat cock, and lastly of his well-used hole. Finally an hour after Sir had told me to come to his house the next day I responded, “Yes, Sir. I’ll be there.” Almost instantly he replied, “Good boy.”

Part 2 Carson spent much of the day in his office. Since it was a Friday and a long weekend, he decided to duck out at 3pm. “Any plans for the weekend?,” Arthur asked him as he dropped some paperwork off at his secretary’s desk. “I’m going up north.” “Oh right, your cabin.” Years ago, Carson had bought some land in the Maine wilderness, near what was called The Golden Road, a 96 mile stretch of road owned by a logging company. He modestly described it as a cabin. The original cabin was there, but he had since bought more land along one of the many lakes. He had a nice property with a mile long private driveway that led to the Master House on the water. A separate, rougher road led to north to the Cabin, it was really a logging road as well, having been cleared to connect his property. South of the main house was a Barn he had put up. Carson said his goodbye to Arthur, then went home briefly to pick drop off his work bag. The drive took several hours from the city, but it gave him time to clear his head and prepare himself for the weekend. At 8pm he passed through the village on the lake, another 45 minutes later winding his way around he reached the gate to his property. As he drove through, the gate beeped and swung shut behind him. In the city he lived simply. Here though was a different story. He had put a lot of time, and money into making this property exactly what he wanted. The gate was an indulgence and unnecessary, the driveway was a mile long and set so far back from the road that no one could see lights through the dense trees. The only way onto or off the property was through that gate, unless someone trekked to the main road, or came across the lake by boat. As he pulled the car into the garage, the House began lighting up. His first stop was the kitchen, which he had fully stocked. Once a week the wife of a retired farmer came by to check on the House for him, clean and tidy, and bought food ahead of his arrival. A nice woman, and not too nosey, despite being one of those creatures that were born, lived, and planned to die in the same place. Carson stripped and showered, washing the day off him. The shower was the size of a small bedroom, never mind the rest of the bathroom. As he showered off, he admired his tattoos and cock in one of the mirrors, twitching a little at the thought of what the weekend would entail. He dried off, changing into jeans with a black t-shirt and boots. He also grabbed a second cellphone from the charging station next to the kitchen, and a set of keys. His first stop was the Cabin. He drove the ATV 10 minutes up the dirt track. Again, as he approached the flood lights came on. He parked, and went up to the solid oak door. As he did so, the phone app began to automatically unlock the door. He used two keys to unlock the door the rest of the way. This Cabin served as the home for all of his research projects over the last decade. The set up was simple yet elegant. It had servers and hard drives, the laboratory equipment and chemicals he needed. Carson set to work pulling tubes from different incubators and examining the contents, then pulling flasks from others, He looked at them under microscopes, ran partials through instrumentation. The work took a few hours, and when he was done, he leaned back satisfied. He was ready for the next phase of his research, but that would have to wait until after the weekend, when he returned, and Arthur would be waiting for him. Carson left the Cabin, locking up. He then drove the ATV back down the road, past the House, and to the Barn. He ignored the large door, and buzzed himself into an atrium. Here he began to strip naked. He left his boots on, and buzzed himself into the main structure. He immediately had to adjust his eyes to the dim blue light in the first stall. On the other side of the glass door was the most recent subject that had enrolled in his “trial”.

I was in the industrial area where the truck guys park up, there is a park there. I went for a walk in the park, after work, there are a few good spots in the trees where dudes meet up. It was after work and I was wearing tight jeans and work boots, and an old black hoodie. There was not much going on so I sat on a good low branch of a tree in the forest, a classic fuck tree. There was still no one around, so I looked at my phone for a bit. When I looked up there was a factory work dude a few metres from me looking at me. I love the industrial area for these after work guys. He could probably see my hard cock in my jeans, so I stroked it through the light blue denim. He came a bit closer to see properly. He stroked his cock through his black jeans. I stood up and unzipped, flopped out my cock and stroked it. He walked over and stroked my cock. He dropped his jeans we stroked for a bit until he was hard. I turned around and rubbed his cock on my hole. He did not back away, so I grabbed some lube and lubed my ass. And rubbed his cock up and down my crack. We played for a bit, but he blew his load on my ass crack and we split up. Since it was so quiet, I was just gonna head home with my sticky jeans. I walked past a parked car, with another dude in it. I walked slowly, and walked into some bushes along a trail, and I went behind some trees. I waited for a while, I unzipped and stroked my still hard cock. The dude from the car walked up the trail and paused looking around. It was getting quite dark, so he probably needed a moment to see I was stroking. He rubbed his crotch and walked up to me. He was wearing a black truck suit. There are some sports clubs near by, on the other side of the park. He pulled his trackies down and he was soft. He unzipped his jacket and played with his dick, he got hard fairly fast. I pulled my jeans down and in a moment he was feeling my ass crack, which was wet with the other dudes cum. He pulled me around and rubbed his cock in my crack. I grabbed some more lube and lubed him up, he pushed in right away. He was hard as. I could tell he was the kind of guy who was just on his way home after sports practice and he just wanted to nut n go. Which is hot. I bent over and leaned on a tree, so he could go hard. He fucked me gradually picking up speed. I reached back and held his ass with one hand, holding him close, so he would not pull out when he blew. He got the message and he blew his load in a couple of minutes, deep inside. He held it in for 30 seconds, and I could feel him pulsating. He slid out and tidied up, I pulled my jeans up and we split up. I waked back towards my truck and stopped to take a piss at the toilet block near the sports field. It’s old and has no lighting, it was nearly totally dark now. I walked past some tradie guys work van and I went into the toilet. I walked into the cubicle and did not close the door. I started to take a piss and I hear another guy walk in. He went past and waked to the urinal, he pretended to take a piss and walked back, pausing as he walked past my cubicle, I had my hard cock out, stroking. He watched for a bit, I motioned him in. It was the tradie guy from the van. He had a dirty orange high vis work shirt, boots and footy shorts. He pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock, he was already hard. He was freeballing like me. I pulled my jeans down and he turned his ass against my cock, he rubbed some spit on his hole and I put my cock head against his hole and pushed my head in. I love the way he just wanted some cock in his ass. I pushed my cock head in and out a bit, and it was a bit rough, which was hot, I felt dirty, I grabbed some lube pulled out, lubed up and pushed back in.I love dirty after work guys. I reached around and lubed his cock, so I could stroke him and fuck him at the same time. I pushed him into the corner of the cubicle, and we went at it fast and rough. After a minute or two, he wanted to change places, so he grabbed me and pushed me, to bend over, in the corner, he stuck his cock in my ass which was already pre stretched and lubed with track suit guys cum. Tradie guy went hard at it, humping my ass for a couple minutes, and then he got me to change places again. After a minute or two more, we both needed to blow, and we rubbed our cocks together, then jacked off, blowing our cum on each other's cocks. He pulled up his shorts, washed his hands and left. It was dinner time, I washed my hands, I went to a burger place to get something to eat in my truck on the way home. —-- So that was a good night for a quiet after work walk. I load in my ass and two loads in my jeans.

Don't worry, more is coming. It's Southern Decadence this weekend (and I started a new job) but I'll try to get another installment out this week.

1. I sat frozen staring at my phone as the pictures came in one after the other. I was in shock. When I’d seen the notification my boyfriend had texted me I never in a million years would have said these would be the photos he’d sent. I looked at the first image again incredulously. My cute usually innocent seeming boyfriend was kneeling on the floor, completely naked, a huge grin on his face and a massive cock resting on his chin, a string of spit connecting its tip to his lips. Then the message “I’m sorry to tell you like this babe, but Sir said it was the only way,” came through. I blinked at the message unseeingly. Sir? Who the hell was that? What the hell was he doing sucking someone else’s cock? We didn’t have an open relationship. “Sir said that if I didn’t show you what a slut for his cock I am that he wouldn’t breed me.” What on earth was he talking about? Breed him? We only fucked with condoms and now some man was going to breed him. Then the first video came. It was shot from in front of my boyfriend’s face. He was laying on his chest, his face turned up into the camera, his eyes locked on the lens. Behind him a big hulking man, his face out of frame, lined up his raw cock with my boyfriend’s upturned ass. I couldn’t see it sink into his hole but I could tell what was happening by the look of pleasure on my boyfriend’s face. A smile broke across his face, his eyes closed for a moment, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re so fucking thick Sir. That feels so good! Please breed me Sir!” “That’s right boy, my big raw cock feels better than you boyfriends little wrapped dick doesn’t it,” asked the furry monster forcing his dick into my boyfriend’s hole. “Yes Sir! Yours is so much better.” The video ended. A few moments later another text came through. “I’m sorry babe. I know this must hurt, but I need it. I need Sir’s cock and this was the only way he would breed me.” I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there with my phone in my hand. Then after a long moment, I watched the video again…and again… and again. Around the fourth time through I noticed my cock was hard and wet spot was starting to form in my shorts. I was turned on by the idea of my boyfriend getting bred raw. But more than that I was turned on seeing the big hairy beast of a man pumping behind him and hearing his rough voice. I’d always considered myself more of a top but seeing the look of bliss that overtook my boyfriend’s face and the man slid inside him I found myself wondering what it would be like to take him myself. I watched the man’s wide shoulder settle into place as he pushed his cock inside my boyfriend, his hairy pecs rise and fall with each thrust, his nipples pert and pink standing out from the dark hair swirling around them. After silence from my boyfriend for almost thirty minutes another video came in. The camera now held by the man my boyfriend was calling Sir, it showed my boyfriend on his back with his legs held apart, his cock soft but leaking precum onto his stomach and a wide fat throbbing raw cock sliding in and out of his hole. The man slammed into my boyfriend over and over making him moan and shriek. “Breed me Sir! Please! I need it! I need to feel you cum inside me again! Its all I can think about.” “Yeah, you liked it when I bred you and sent you back to your boyfriend all those times didn’t you? You liked making a cuck out of him didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir! It was so hot knowing your load was inside me and he had no idea!” “How do you feel now he knows, now that he’s seen was a horny cumdump you are?” “I feel so good! Now I can be your cumdump all the time!” “Good boy, look in the camera and tell your boyfriend what you are.” The camera panned up from my boyfriend’s hole to his face. He was sweaty and slack jawed, his eyes even seemed slightly out of focused. He was lost in a horny haze when he looked into the camera and said, “I’m Sir’s faggot cumdump. My hole belongs to him. I belong to him. I’m his boy. I need his loads.” “Good boy, now take your reward.” The camera moved quickly back down as the man let out a roar and his cock pulsed several times before he rammed fully inside my boyfriend’s hole. “Breed my cunt,” my boyfriend shouted. He’d never called his hole a cunt before, I was shocked and even more turned on. “This hole is mine now,” the man growled and the video ended. For a moment I just sat there, my underwear completely soaked through with precum. Then I noticed another text from my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry babe. I’m sorry that you’re finding out like this, but I had to. I’m sorry but it’s over. I’m Sir’s now.” I didn’t know how to respond. I just restarted the video and watched partly out of anger and shock, partly out of jealously that this man was breeding my boyfriend (well, I guess now ex-boyfriend), and partly out of jealously of how good it must feel to be fucked by that monster. After probably ten more minutes another text came. This time it was from a number I didn’t know. “He’s mine now faggot,” read the text, which was quickly followed by a picture of my now ex. He was standing completely naked with his hands behind his back. His head had been shaved down to a fine stubble, and around his neck hung a thick metal chain with a big silver lock resting on his chest. The shaved head was so shocking that I didn’t notice for a moment the black plastic cage that now trapped his cock. In ten minutes by ex had gone from a cute vanilla seeming college senior to a full on owned sub sex pig. It was hot!

Three times this week I have been contacted by tops I make it very clear that I am a bareback bottom who takes loads in my ass 1. guy asked me if I had condom What is not clear about bareback! 2. Where do you want me to cum? Well since I take loads in my ass take a guess 3. Do you like being fucked? Well that is really lame Don’t waste time with silly questions

While I was a sophomore in college, I was really fucking horny. My boyfriend Chad couldn't satisfy my desire to be plowed almost every night. He was 25 at the time and was a Ph.D student in applied physics, so he didn't have much free time, an was tired when he did. I was 20, 6'1, 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and blue eyes with a 6.5inch cut cock. Despite my masculine appearance, I was a power bottom. He didn't want me cheating on him, so to satisfy my desire to be fucked, he would let other men fuck me as long as he set up the encounter, watched, and they wore a condom. Unbeknownst to him though, I poked holes in almost all of the condoms. We always fucked raw, and I hated condoms and LOVED taking a load in my ass. One fateful day, I was horny as fuck and Chad just wasn't feeling up to the task of fucking me, so he went to craigslist and set up an advert looking for an anon top. About 30 minutes later we got a response requesting that the bottom (me) be blindfolded. I'm always into kinky shit, so I figured why not, a blindfold is no problem. I went into our bedroom and set up a small camera behind the tv near the bed so as to relive the moment later. I then put the faulty condoms out, got naked, and put on the blindfold with my ass in the air. About 15 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Chad answered. "Come on in. Hot tats man" said Chad. "Thanks. I have a bunch all over. " replied the man in a deep gruff voice. He must have been an older man, 40's minimum. I heard some clothes being taken off. "Damn, that one must have hurt, it's so close to your dick. That eagle tattoo on you chest looks sweet!" Chad exclaimed. "Heh, yeah. The eagle was my first one. The one near my dick was my third one. The second one..." There was a slap as if he had smacked his own ass. "Was this one. I got then at the same time after an incredible week." He laughed "I just can't remember too much from all the partying. So. Who am I fucking?" "He's this way" said Chad as he lead the stranger to the bedroom. My cock got hard thinking that this older tatted man was going to fuck my brains out. I felt a slap of a large hand on my ass. "You're in for a treat today boy." Said the man. He started rimming my ass with his tongue. I moaned as he licked and moaned even more as he started sticking a finger in my hole. I heard a rip, and the unrolling of a condom on a dick. I've heard this many a time, but he was going to cum in me, he just didn't know it. He thrusted hard in my ass and I yelped. He must have been at least 8 inches!! I felt a pop inside me and I knew the condom break due to inadequate living and the holes. He smacked my ass hard, "You be quiet" he said forcefully and proceeded to stuff something cloth in my mouth. I judging from the taste and smell it must have been one of his socks. He smacked my ass again and I made sure to not make a sound. "That's better bitch." I wasn't sure if he felt the condom break or not, but if he had, he wasn't mentioning it. He pushed me completely down on the bed, pinning me with his body. His ass to the camera, he started fucking me like a rabbit with short but forceful thrusts. It was all I could do to not scream or moan as waves of pain and ecstasy washed over me. I could hear Chad sitting down somewhere in front of me jerking off. The man pulled me up and then started to fuck me doggie style. This time he pulled out almost all the way and slammed his dick deep into my ass. I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his massive dick squeeze in my ass. He then grabbed my hair in one hand and slapped my ass harder than ever with the other and said "Bitch, I told you not to make a noise!" I was so turned on that I couldn't help but moan again, and again his hand slapped my ass, all the while pulling my head back by my hair. He kept thrusting his long dick in and out of me, faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum bitch." He said. I moaned through his sock on purpose. He yanked my hair back and then smacked my ass again as he moaned loudly. "Fuck yeah bitch. Make me cum!" He yelled at me. I squeezed my ass as tight as I could as he kept thrusting his cock deep in my ass. I felt his dick throb deep in my ass for what felt like ages. Finally he stopped and pulled out. It felt like my ass was uncorked. He slapped my ass and took out his sock and then walked out. I heard some shuffling and then a door closing. "That was hot!" Said Chad. "I think he took the condom with him. Odd." I heard some shuffling around and I pulled off the blindfold. Chad was putting his clothes on. "I have to head into the lab, I'm running late already." He gave me a kiss and then left. Sore and still hard, I took out the camera and put the memory card in my computer and started watching the film. I fast forwarded to when the man walked in. He was about 6' tall and was maybe 60 years old, based on his bald head and grey goatee. I saw the eagle tattoo on his chest first. It took up almost his entire chest, from nipple to nipple of a bald eagle. I then saw his massive dick. He was easily 9 inches long and really girthy, surrounded by lightly trimmed grey pubes. My mouth watered and I almost came from the sight. I couldn't make out the tattoo above his dick though. His front was in front of the camera for such a brief time. He turned around and I saw the tattoo on his ass cheeks. On one side there was a black biohazard symbol and the words "Cum in" underneath. I had never seen anything like it before, but I loved how it was shaped and perfectly fit on his ass. I started fast forwarding and saw where he started fucking me. He paused for a moment and I knew that was where the condom broke. My ass started leaking and I paused the recording. I stuck my hand near my ass and pushed it all back in. Lifting up my fingers I saw residue of cum and blood. Licking my fingers, I got a butt plug and put it in and continued watching the video. I saw the man cum in me and pull out. The condom was definitely broken and wrapped around the base of his long shaft, which was tinged red. Chad couldn't see it as he was sitting in front of my blindfolded face. The man quickly took off the condom and held it in his hand as he exited the room. I moved to the bed and started jerking my raging hard boner. All I could think about was that man filling my ass and fucking me mercilessly. I started playing with the butt plug and shot my load. I was in heaven as it cascaded all over my chest and face. I lay there in ecstasy, covered in my own cum with that strangers cum deep inside me, held in place by the plug

In most social media platforms, I am a firm believer that people need to take a course and pass a competency exam before being allowed to post or reply.

Daddy/son barebacking porn or bear orgies get me hard and hot! I’m guaranteed to shoot a huge load when I’m watching those kinds of movies. Sometimes I’ll get the porn playing while I’m waiting to fuck a guy. I start to stroke and when the guy arrives I’m hard and dripping. Watching that as I fuck a guy raw it too fucking much!!

I'll answer in a bit...I'm currently watching porn!

I guess to answer the original question it's "work the room". There is a sauna I go to, it does not have a dark room, but it has some glory hole booths and a corridor. If I want anonymous cock in my ass, I lube up my hole and just back up to the hole in a glory hole booth. If someone walks in the other booth and plays with my ass, they can feel the lube and just stick their cock right in. if dude puts a rubber on, which is not very often ~20%, I just move away from the hole. I also top through the glory holes too. Again just be prepared with a lot of lube so the dude can be in the moment. That's how I work that room. There is also a dark corridor, with some peep holes to a video room. I wait there sometimes, looking through a peep hole, watching the movie and stroke my cock. I have my ass and cock well lubed and put my towel over my shoulder. I get some raw cock by just being well lubed so a dude can just start fucking without hesitation. The corridor is narrow, so if someone wants to get past, they might have to "accidentally" rub against my ass to get past. So this is an opportunity for them to play with my ass crack. Last time I was there, I continued to look through peephole while a dude probed my ass with his raw cock, I will guide a hard cock right to my hole, so he knows I want to take raw cock, so this technique works in this sauna. When started going there 18 months ago, dudes always wore their towels wrapped around them in the dark corridor, but now, it's 50-50 to just put your towels over your shoulder and stroke your cock or just fuck in the corridor. So the corridor is used like a dark room. I like to raw fuck in the corridor early in my visit if I can, so guys can see what I like, also it makes it ok for other dudes to be naked, stroking and fucking in the corridor. I always find it hot to come back from the shower area and walk to the corridor area, to see two dudes raw fucking in the corridor. The corridor can be a crowded orgy room with just five dudes fucking and sucking. But people can get around it by walking thought the video room, if they need to.

Guess I’m Lone Ranger here. I’ve been in many dark rooms. I don’t have a particular technique to getting fucked. My hole is always pre lubed and guy’s seams to find me and I sometimes find them. But I prefer playing in lit spaces. Why? I love watching others fuck. I like seeing that raw cock penetrate a bottom. I like other guys seeing a raw cock penetrating me.

If life is a journey, and the guys that haven't been living that life for as long as some, I can understand that disappointment. The remedy might be, for the disappointed bottoms to realize that part of the thrill for many Tops is to "connect" with multiple bottoms - not Breeding each one - merely rutting is connective. When a certain Top has accomplished that ritual, and goes back to find a certain bottom he liked the most, and give his load to that guy, it means something.

Hi guys, this is the first story I felt like I could publish. I am very curious about what you think about it. It was a warm Friday night in September, and the little hallway in the sauna Thomas found himself in reeked of poppers and sweat. He locked eyes with the hottest guy he had ever laid eyes on, whose he later found out was Ethan. Thomas was new to this world; he'd only recently discovered his love for rough, explicit sexual encounters with other men. At 26 years old, his body was lean yet ripe with innocence, his hunger to submit hidden beneath a shy smile. Ethan, on the other hand, was an experienced prowler in this den of depravity; he'd been visiting saunas for years and had made it his mission to corrupt as many innocent young men like Thomas as possible. A man in his early 30s with a body built from sin itself—rough around the edges and brimming with desire—Ethan was not one to be trifled with. From their first exchange of lust-filled glances, it was clear that Ethan had set his sights on Thomas. He could see the raw hunger in those green eyes; an insatiable thirst for adventure and debauchery that matched his own. He knew that behind that shy smile lay a world of kinks Thomas had yet to discover. As they talked about their likes and dislikes (or more accurately, what turned them on), a sickening smile crept across Ethan's face as he realized that he had found yet another plaything to add to his long list of conquests. Ethan knew no limits when it came to exploring his kinks; he reveled in destruction and despair just as much as pleasure and release. His one true passion was seeing how far he could push someone until they became unrecognizable to themselves: a cockhungry slut begging for more even after their mind and body were broken beyond repair. And Ethan intended to do exactly that with Thomas—corrupt him, ruin him, consume him whole. Thomas was willingly led by the hand (and other, less chivalrous body parts) into one of the private rooms reserved for those seeking true intimacy within the depths of depravity. Ethan closed the door behind them and turned to face Thomas with an unsettling grin that promised a night filled with untold horrors and unparalleled pleasures. Without further ado, Ethan lunged forward and shoved his tongue down Thomas's throat. Thomas gagged at first but quickly gave in to the relentless assault on his senses; he couldn't resist as his body responded instinctually to Ethan's dominant advances. His hands clawed at Ethan's muscled back as he moaned into their kiss while his cock hardened beneath his towel. Breaking apart from their passionate embrace, Ethan gazed at Thomas with a newfound appreciation for his naivete. "You know," he said in a low, throaty whisper that sent shivers down Thomas's spine, "I've always loved showing young guys like you how fun it can be to give in and let your cock take over." Thomas gulped audibly but could barely find the words to respond; his heart was pounding in his chest as he tried (and failed) to hide the obvious excitement building within him. Ethan smirked at Thomas's obvious arousal and took a step back, dropping his towel and revealing a taut stomach riddled with old scars that told stories of past conquests—some willing partners, some not so much. "Don't worry," he said, tracing one particularly vicious gash on his side, "You're safe with me." He paused for dramatic effect before adding darkly, "I take care of the things I own.” Thomas shuddered involuntarily at the implication of what Ethan was saying; but instead of pulling away in fear or disgust, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against Ethan's ear as he whispered huskily: "Make me your slut." Without another word, Ethan shoved Thomas against the wall and roughly pulled down the boy’s towel, freeing his hard cock from its confinement. With a wicked grin that showed just how truly depraved his intentions were for their evening together, Ethan reached into the pocket of the little bag he was carrying and pulled out a small syringe filled with an unlabeled liquid—a powerful chemical compound designed to turn consenting adults into mindless sex slaves at his command. Thomas's eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen; but it was too late. He felt the needle at his skin, followed by an explosion of heat and pleasure coursing through his veins, signaling the beginning of his descent into hell. As he felt himself losing control, Thomas knew that there was no turning back; from this moment forward, he belonged to Ethan—body and soul. The pleasure was so much Thomas fell onto the floor, now looking up at his new master. Despite the fear that still lurked in the corners of Thomas's mind, there was an undeniable sense of excitement—almost arousal—bubbling up inside him as well. Ethan read Thomas's thoughts like an open book and laughed darkly. "Go on," he said with a sneer, gesturing toward his impressively erect cock that jutted out from his sweat-drenched body like a sword. "Suck me off.” Thomas swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached out hesitantly to take hold of Ethan's hard length. He tentatively wrapped his lips around the head of Ethan's cock, tasting sweat and pre-cum on his tongue. A shiver of excitement ran up his spine at the sensation—a feeling he never would have expected just a few short hours ago before his descent into depravity. As Thomas began to suck eagerly at Ethan's cock, bobbing his head up and down in a frenzy of lust, Ethan's grip on the back of Thomas's skull tightened ever so slightly—just enough to let him know who was truly in charge here. Thomas moaned around the thick shaft filling his mouth while he caressed his hands down over Ethan's rock hard abs and further downward toward those plump round cheeks that seemed just begging for some attention themselves. Thomas was lost in the urge to worship Ethan’s superior body, no thoughts other than the pleasure he was feeling. When it became clear that neither man could take another moment without release any longer, Ethan finally gave a low groan and pulled his cock free from Thomas's hungry mouth before grabbing Thomas and pushing him onto the leather mattress just behind; hefted him upwards with surprising strength and then placed him down onto all fours. Just after Ethan lined his cock up with Thomas's dripping pink hole, he slammed all ten inches of throbbing cock into his boyhole with one forceful thrust that sent waves upon waves upon waves of pleasure cascading throughout every cell inside Thomas's body, who gasped loudly in both surprise as well as sheer ecstasy before going completely silent once more except for soft whimpers and moans that escaped his lips. As each brutal thrust met with Thomas's tight little channel deep within him, so too did Ethan lose control of himself; grunting out harsh obscenities like ‘whore’, ‘slut’, or ‘cumdump’ while pounding away mercilessly with every single ounce of raw power he could muster up inside him. Round after round of frenzied lovemaking ensued until finally Ethan couldn't contain himself any longer. He gave one last forceful jolt into Thomas before shooting ropes and ropes of cum deep into Thomas's pussy as he growled out harshly right alongside it. “Take it bitch, take all my POZ cum and become mine for good” he screamed, and all Thomas could do in response was moaning and begging for more. With their joining finally completed now, Ethan collapsed onto Thomas with an exhausted groan while still buried deeply inside the boy’s hole after having delivered its toxic payload. Slowly he uncoupled himself from the boy, seeing a drop of cum escape his hole. As Thomas lay panting and sweat-soaked on dirty mattress afterwards, his mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations that had been inflicted upon him by his new master, he couldn't help but wonder what fate awaited him next. He knew one thing for certain though: whatever came next in this twisted journey of lust and despair would be unlike anything he could ever have imagined—and yet still, some small part of himself ached with a need to experience more of the darkness that Ethan would surely reveal to him as time went on. And so they continued their depraved dance together within the confines of the sauna—two souls bound by blood and sin; one driven by his insatiable hunger to corrupt while another found himself lost in its depths, his new owner being the only thing that matters.

Hooked up with a Notre Dame student on Friday night (in town for the A&M-ND football game) at his hotel. It was fun and he was cute, but nothing special or anything. Left him with a couple of loads in his guts.

Well yes, I like to be seen as well... but most tops don't want to be seen fucking an older bottom past his prime... Nothing beats being fucked in a semi-lit space by other sauna or club guests... I get highly spun on the fact that everybody can see what a dirty cumslut I am, getting used by whoever needs to give me a load in my hungry hole. Hell it might even turn into a frenzy gangbang orgy.... But that that often doesn't happen to me anymore, so I seek out the dark... or if I am lucky to find an older top that is as eager to unload as me trying to get a load up my ass, I would take him to a cubicle where there is enough light to see what's going on... we either leave the door ajar or I notice other guests loking over the walls to see what is going on... That is because I love to moan and be loud and tell the top to fuck me harder or give me his [toxic] load. Sometimes the top loves the attention as well and plays along, trying to get more guys to fuck me. Me getting really dirty and verbal often attracts the right crowd and most stop worrying about looks and concentrate more on my hungry ass, dripping cum. And then they don't want to be left without getting a similar chance to fuck me.

I prefer being able to see and enjoy the fuck and orgy as well. That being said I'll fuck or get fucked anywhere there is action.

UNSHAVED!!!! There is nothing that is hotter than a man and his fur!!! Holy fuck!! As a hirsute man myself, I pride myself in having a hairy chest and a full bush. I expect the same from any man I am fucking or who is fucking me. I love licking the cum out of chest hair and feltching a load out of a furry hole! OMG! Thinking about hairy men is getting me so damn hard. I’m getting on Sniffies and finding someone who needs to get off!!

And the problem remains: the law doesn't define what's appropriate, so teachers and librarians are left to wonder what they might have that violates the law. If they don't want to go to prison, they're likely to pull all sorts of things that could be defended but which would cost time and money that the schools don't have to fight (and which the craven school boards wouldn't want to fight even when it's right to do so). And the net result is what the right-wing asswipes want: removal of anything LGBT-oriented from public schools so that their bigoted message at home and in church goes unchallenged in the only other major area in the children's lives.

Oh fuck yeahhhh,,I love it

Chapter 12: The Trip of a Lifetime In the weeks after the wedding, life slowly settled back into an even groove. Taking advantage of their newlywed status, Jim and Steve took a few weeks just to themselves, to devote more time and attention to their personal relationship after all the hectic activity of the trip to Spain, the awards ceremony, the filming gig in Sitges, the surprise engagement there, and then shortly after that the surprise wedding weekend back home in southern California. They did no travelling during that time, other than a weekend when they did a quick side jaunt by train down to San Diego, staying in a harbourfront hotel, and walking around to explore a new and different environment. About a month after the wedding, they decided to host one final party in their condo. They’d gotten wind of an estate sale of a condo in the same building as the palace which Alan lived in, and even though it wasn’t a luxury penthouse, it was more spacious than their current place and had a much nicer view, facing north towards the mountains. They put in a bid, had it accepted, and were shortly preparing to move house. The party they organized was a come-and-go open house on a Sunday afternoon from 3:00 until 7:00. They decided to make their lives simple, so they had the event catered and hired a professional bartender – which freed them up to concentrate on socializing with their guests. It was a wild afternoon, even though no sex was involved. There was no room. The condo was so packed with guys that nobody would have had any space to get into any shenanigans. Every bit of furniture had men sitting on it, every inch of the master bathroom was full of guys standing and talking, the balcony was chock-a-block with gay boys of every description. Ziggy stood guard to ensure that the small washroom off the entrance remained free for its intended purpose. The caterer had blocked off the doors to create a fortress in the kitchen where no one could intrude, and the bartender was running the bar over the table in the doorway of the kitchen closest to the refrigerator. Rather than people coming to the food table to help themselves, the ones closest to the table were seizing platters as they came out of the kitchen and passing them around over their heads to the rest of the crowd, while the guys nearest to the other door were doing the same with cans of beer and glasses of wine. Up until 6:30 or so, every time two guys left, five more came in. Finally, though, the crowd began making a determined effort to get out of the way, largely because the bar ran dry at last. The caterer had to close up shop for the same reason twenty minutes later. Even with that double incentive, it was close to 8:30 before the last of the guests finally said their goodbyes and left. As it happened, those final guests were Ziggy, and Alan (with Leo). Ziggy grinned ironically as he hugged and kissed Steve and Jim on his way out the door. “The way the whole community showed up, you’d think you guys were moving out of the country, not just a few blocks down the street!” Alan had a small bone to pick. “Just down the street? I hadn’t heard any of this. When I overheard someone talking about you leaving, I thought they meant you were leaving town!” “Farthest thing from it, Alan. They’re actually moving into your building.” At that, Alan smiled broadly, and Leo suddenly came back from wherever his mind had drifted and gave the conversation his full attention. Alan promptly invited them to come for dinner. “Let me know when you’re getting close to moving and you’ve had to pack up your kitchen, and you can come and have dinner with us. Or, if you prefer, after you’ve moved in, and you’re still stuck with the unpacking job to do.” Leo put his hand on Alan’s sleeve, his face radiating sexual eagerness. “Is there any reason why we couldn’t do both, daddy?” Steve promptly agreed. “That sounds like the best idea yet.” He hadn’t forgotten how much he’d enjoyed getting bred by Leo. Jim elbowed him. “What, Jim?” Steve was worried that he might have overstepped the mark. Jim, though, had a huge salacious grin plastered across his face and couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed. Alan smiled again, as much at the byplay between Jim and Steve as at his boy’s enthusiasm. “It would be no trouble as all to do both. Just keep me posted.” Once the mess from the party was cleaned up, they set to work on the packing and pitching operation. Like any sensible couple getting ready to move, they agreed in advance that it would be an excellent opportunity to get rid of a lot of unnecessary junk. Like any sensible couple, they then showed great reluctance to part with any of their own prized possessions while being full of suggestions about things which their partner could well do without. Each day, though, they made more progress towards their goal, as the number of packed boxes mounted to the ceiling while multiple green bags were heaved onto the elevator and dragged out to the dumpster. The big move was set for a Monday morning, and on Saturday they applied themselves to packing up the kitchen, having first of all asked Alan if they could wangle a dinner invitation for that night. “Of course, we’d love to have you. You must be working really hard over there. What about coming for a three o’clock swim first?” Remembering their previous adventures, they agreed that this would be a great plan. Leo greeted them at the door when they arrived, already dressed down to a slender G-string brief swimsuit and with his cock suspiciously lifting the waistband. He welcomed them with a kiss and a grope each, before showing them to a guest room to change. As they went, he explained that Alan had gotten an unexpected business call from Zurich, but he would join them as soon as he had finished. “Zurich?” Steve mused after Leo left them. “Sounds like he’s talking to his confidential banker.” “Who knows?” Jim replied. “But one thing’s for sure, he’s about the only man I’ve ever met who would have a need for that level of service.” “Any idea how much money we’d be talking about?” “Steve, I don’t think anyone knows that except Alan.” He thought for a moment, before adding, “And his confidential banker. But rumour consistently pins the total at well into the nine-figure range, at least.” By this time, they had their swimsuits pulled on, with shirts over and sandals on feet, and were ready to head down to the pool with Leo. Jim in particular had trouble controlling himself as he watched Leo’s sexy ass twitching and rolling down the hall in front of him, with very little of it actually covered by the narrow triangular back of his suit. But even Steve was surprised to realize that he was getting turned on by the sight too. After so many years of yearning for older men to breed him, it was a novel sensation to find himself attracted to a young twink’s butt for a change. It only served to highlight the reality that he and Jim were now moving into their “daddy years” – although since they took such great care of themselves, it would be a long while yet before they had to become “grampas” in the eyes of the gay community. As they emerged onto the pool deck, Leo zeroed in on a group of four free loungers and made a quick beeline to grab them. He stretched out on one of the middle pair of the group, lying face down and giving his enticing butt a few luxurious rolls and wiggles and twitches to get settled into the most comfortable position. Jim and Steve exchanged a grin and Jim winked. Yes, Leo’s rear-view gaydar had caught on to the fact that the older guys were scoping him out as they walked through the halls. Steve and Jim promptly settled themselves on either side of Leo, taking a hint from his choice of location, and then tugged their loungers closer so that both were within easy reach of that enticing young ass between them. The other men lounging around the pool terrace were grinning too, understanding the exact meaning of this little scene. Only a rank newcomer could have missed the fact that Alan and his boy were hosting dinner guests again, and that said guests were expected to breed the multi-millionaire’s personal boy (but only if they wished to, of course) either before or after dinner – or both. After twenty minutes or so, Jim made the first move to the pool, standing up and diving neatly into the water. Leo went next, not quite as graceful, but not bad. Jim promptly began giving him some pointers dating back to his high-school swimming days. Then he said to Leo, “Okay, now watch how Steve does it.” Steve’s dive in was the kind where two legs, two arms, and the head appear to be moving in five different directions. He vanished into the water with an enormous splash and came up to find Jim and Leo roaring with laughter. He swam over to them and said, “Okay, fine, Jim. So my diving is pathetic. Don’t get me started on endurance in the bedroom.” Jim knew enough to quit while he was ahead – he’d had nothing like Steve’s expertise in that field, in particular with the fine art of delaying the inevitable. Leo, though, was even more intrigued. He moved closer to Steve, looked into his eyes, and murmured, “Got any helpful hints? I could use some tricks in that line.” As he said that, his hand stretched out under the water and grasped Steve’s bulge, massaging it with gentle squeezing motions. By now, everyone in and around the pool was paying avid attention to see what would happen next. It was at this point that Alan strolled out onto the pool deck, stripped off his tank top, and dived into the pool with a grace which put all of the other three to shame (Is there anything that Alan doesn’t do well? was Jim’s thought). Alan surfaced and swam over to his guests. “Hi, Daddy!” Leo’s bright smile was met with an equally broad grin from Alan. He, of course, had already detected the location of Leo’s other hand – and the tinge of red mounting in Steve’s cheeks. Leo released Steve’s growing discomfort and turned to give Alan a big kiss. Steve moved over to whisper in Steve’s ear, “Don’t worry about it. This is exactly what Alan wants to see happening.” The four of them spent a few more minutes splashing around in the water, but with hands being kept under better control. The crowd’s attention wavered as it became clear that this act of the show, at least, was now over. In due time, the four climbed out of the pool, towelled off, and then headed back into the building. As soon as the last one vanished through the door, a buzz of excited conversation erupted behind them. Steve was the only one bothered by it, because he was going to be the newbie in the building very soon. Jim just shrugged it off, as he did most attention that came his way. Leo was happy because he sensed that today Steve would be breeding him, rather than the other way around. And Alan was happy to see his boy feeling that way, because it meant a more enjoyable night for him. Once they got back to the penthouse, and hung up their wet swimsuits, Leo got down on all fours and set right to work on Steve’s big tool, even though it still challenged him as it grew in his throat. Meanwhile, behind him, Alan had also knelt down and was eating Leo’s ass with a good deal of energy, getting it ready. Jim stood beside Steve, kissing him with passion as his own cock swelled up into full erection. After he slapped it on Leo’s face a couple of times, Leo began going back and forth between the two slabs of meat, sucking and licking on each one in turn as he moaned aloud from the sensations of having his ass eaten at the same time. Alan sat back and started working his finger into Leo’s now-wet hole. Leo went with instinct, beginning to rotate his muscular cheeks around Alan’s probing hand. Leo was still working on Steve’s massive hammer, but Jim had now dropped down to his knees and planted his face deep inside Steve’s muscular ass, licking, kissing, sucking, and probing with his fingers. Steve and Leo were both in total ecstasy at getting the works from these experts. Alan looked up. “Leo wants some cock in his ass. Who’d like to go first? Jim, you can warm him up before he tries to take Steve’s piece.” “Good plan.” Jim stood up, stepped over and climbed onto the bed behind Leo, and proceeded to stroke some lube onto his cock before placing it against the younger guy’s hole. Leo’s body wasn’t precisely boy-like, with more prominent muscles than most twink boys, but his squirming and panting as he tried to force himself back onto Jim’s cock were the genuine article. At last, Jim decided to give him what he wanted so badly and gave a determined push. Leo’s hot ass opened right up and practically sucked him in, and Jim sank all the way to the bottom on the first entry. “Wow, Leo, you really want it today, don’t you?” “I do. I want it. Give it to me! Fuck me deep and hard.” With that encouragement, Jim sank himself down onto Leo’s back and began humping, heaving his hips up and down as he drove it in and pulled it out, all while feeling Leo’s muscles flexing repeatedly under his assault. Alan, wanting to be a hospitable host, called Steve over to him, saying, “I’ll keep that warmed up for you until Jim lets you have a turn.” He then opened his mouth and took Steve’s enormous cock in, doing his best to get it all inside. Alan was an experienced and virtuoso cocksucker, no doubt, but it was years since he had tackled one this big and the strain soon began getting to him. But he kept working, and Steve kept up a stream of encouraging exclamations as Jim’s breathing grew loud and harsh. Alan stopped sucking on Steve, and the two of them turned to watch as Jim, now moving with the strength of a piledriver, pushed himself over the edge and erupted at full force, blasting his volcano of hot sperm lava as deep inside Leo’s ass as he could get it. At last his waves of orgasm died away, and he pulled out. As soon as he did, Leo reared up on all fours, grasped his own dick, and with half a dozen rapid yanks pulled a load up and out, spurting his spooge all over the bed. Before he could collapse, Steve was right there, slapping his ass and issuing orders in his best “in command” voice. “On your back, boy. Time for you to get your next load – right now.” Leo obediently rolled onto his back and lifted his legs up. Steve grabbed them, forcing them farther back until Leo’s ankles were behind his ears and his body was folded double. It was sheer instinct on his part, but Steve was fully aware of his own actions, as he set out to recreate with this hot young man one of his favourite moments from his porn career – the face to face part of the heavy-duty breeding he’d given the Hawaiian Nine in their first scene together. Steve locked eyes with Leo as he aimed his cock at Leo’s hole, now gaping a bit, and pushed slowly in, pushing and pushing until he’d sunk about 10 of his 13 inches into the tight muscle hole. Steve’s meat was so thick that it made even this gaping ass feel tight again. Leo struggled to hang on as the huge tool split him slowly in two, his legs flopping even farther out to either side as his cheeks rose into the air – until something shifted inside him, the enormous cock pushed the rest of the way in, and there he was with the entire length of the legendary Rammer embedded inside his tortured ass. It was easy to see that both of them were feeling absolutely incredible, Leo with the joy of the total bottom taking the biggest dick of his life, and Steve because it was such a rare treat for him to be able to sink his entire meat into anyone’s ass. He leaned down and began to kiss Leo as he moved his hips, sliding out and back in slowly to begin with, but gradually adding on speed. Leo wrapped his arms around Steve’s chest, pulling him in close, as he did his best to work his ass muscles on that immense slab of man meat. It was the first time in years that Steve had felt this kind of closeness, this unity, with a man who wasn’t Jim. Leo was completely in sync with him, their bodies moving as one, their mouths locked together, their chests rubbing against each other, and it was plain that neither of them was going to hang on for much longer. Steve was rising to his peak, and he was more than ready to flood Leo’s ass, while Leo was on the verge of another orgasm, the thrill of the fuck pulling a second load of his sperm into the firing position. He knew that Steve was going to fuck the cum right out of him and he wouldn’t even need to grab his own dick. Steve gasped for air, and then shouted, “Fucking cumming! Gonna breed your hot slutty hole!” “Fuck, yeah! Dump that huge load into my guts!” Steve locked up suddenly against Leo’s hips, his cock twitching and thrashing like a mad thing inside Leo’s ass as his load sprayed out in a series of big bolts of cream. Leo was grabbing at Steve with his ass muscles, and then suddenly they went slack before contracting again and again as his own load shot out all over their bodies. Steve eased his way out of Leo’s ass, and immediately a wave of cum began to pour out. “Leo, close your hole, you’re going to lose it all!” “I can’t, Steve. You jammed it too far open for that.” Alan laughed aloud at those words. “On it, my boy.” In seconds he had taken Steve’s place, using his rigid cock to scoop up the errant slime and then force it all back inside where he could add to the treasure. Jim watched for a moment at the blissful expression on Alan’s face as he slid into that cum-filled boy ass, loving the sensation of all that hot cream washing over his cock as he began to fuck his boy, getting ready to add another load into his ass. Jim suddenly realized that he was rock hard again he and needed to find a place for his second load – and the place was right at hand. “Steve, get down on your face.” Steve grinned, as he lay next to Leo and spread his legs apart. Jim mounted on top of him, pressing his greasy cock downwards until he entered Steve’s tight, welcoming ass. It was Steve’s turn to get a blissed-out expression spreading all across his face as his ass was rewarded with a deep fucking from his own man, his Jim, making love to him even as they shared a bed with two other men doing the same thing together. Jim always loved to move his head down over Steve’s shoulder so Steve could turn his face to the side, letting them share kisses while Jim worked him over from behind. It didn’t take long – but then, what is time when you’re sharing the moment with the person you love more than anyone else you’ve ever met? Steve and Jim didn’t even notice that Alan had stopped moving on Leo, that the two of them were watching while Jim took Steve all the way to the moon and the stars, finally erupting inside at the same moment as Steve came underneath himself, dropping another pool of man cream onto the bed sheets. After that, they rolled onto their sides, cuddling and kissing as Jim spooned Steve, while Alan belatedly returned his attention to Leo and finally pumped the third load of the day inside his boy’s hole. On the Friday at the end of the week, Steve and Jim had both taken leave of absence from their jobs to supervise the big move. It was a lengthy, tiring day, to say the least, but by the end of daylight hours they had all their furniture in place, the bed made up, and they had even made a start at unpacking the kitchen essentials. Not that either of them were interested in cooking. This was a night to go out and celebrate, and they did that, having a really good dinner in one of the restaurants down by the ocean before coming home and collapsing into a prolonged, exhausted sleep. The following night they were invited by Alan again and this time they were able to get there in less than a minute, just by taking the elevator up to the top floor of the building. But they begged off any additional entertainment due to fatigue, contenting themselves with simply enjoying drinks and dinner – much to Leo’s disgust. Five months later, they departed for their trip to the east coast. As their flight to Boston soared eastwards across the country, both of them were catching up on lost sleep. After they reached Boston and checked into their hotel, Steve began giving Jim a rundown on the cast of characters in his life story. First and foremost was Calum, since they were having dinner with him and his husband the next night. “You know, Steve, you just might be the first person I’ve ever met who stayed in contact with his first-timer for his entire life. A lot of us would rather forget that first time.” “I got lucky. It was a good experience, in more ways than one. The turn of my luck, the start of my escape, the moment when I stopped merely existing and began to live – just check ‘All of the above’. Then, when I made it back to Boston a year or two later, Calum helped me to get on my feet and start to make things happen in my life. Until then, I’d always been waiting for them to happen to me. He met his husband, Shaun, about seven years ago. I’d have gone to the wedding, but they did an improv wedding on the spur of the moment, kind of like ours.” Jim had already asked Steve about his family long before. But Steve had been and remained reluctant to talk much about his family. In his heart of hearts, he was hoping that both of his parents were dead. Jim – who’d only gotten a shortened, condensed version of what had happened at Steve’s home – couldn’t blame him for feeling that way. But that still left another character unaccounted for. “Steve, I remember what you told me about your family and your parents. Now that I think about it, there’s someone else you don’t talk about at all – your brother. What’s the story there? Do you still keep in touch?” “The story about Alex. Hmm. Well, he’s four years older than me. When we were young, he was much more outgoing and athletic, so of course he was more popular. I used to drool over him whenever I saw him with his clothes off. He was such a stud.” “Did you ever play with him?” “Jim, why did I know that you were going to go there?” They both laughed. “Yes – just once, and it shocked me. It was just after that weekend when we’d come on a family trip here to Boston – and I’d met Calum at the bar. Alex told me that he’d seen us kissing goodnight outside the bar, and that’s when he said that he wished he’d had the nerve to go in there himself. One thing led to another. But it wasn’t a good experience. Trying to coach someone through their first time when you’re only on your second time is not a great idea. He’d figured out that he was bi, anyway, and we just chalked it up to experience and left it at that. He backed me up when our dad tried to deck me, and when we left together, he agreed with me about changing our names – although he stuck with his original first name, Alexander. I hated both of mine anyway, so I changed both of them.” “So what was your original or birth name?” “What, I never told you before?” Jim shook his head solemnly. “I believe you. Trust me, once you’ve heard it, you won’t forget it in a hurry.” “And?” “My birth name was Adrian Pennyfather. Come to think of it, I haven’t met anyone who knows that for about the last twenty years.” “Hell of a name for someone to hang on their kid.” “Right – but the real reason for the name change was that neither of us wanted to go through life still linked by that surname to our dear old dad.” The last words came out with bitter emphasis, in a cutting, ironic sneer. “Alex went off to the Alberta oil fields, then from there to a gold mine in the tundra of the Northwest Territories. We kept in touch for a while, by phone and messages, but gradually those got shorter and shorter and finally stopped altogether. I don’t blame either of us. It just happened that way. The remains of our family ties weren’t a strong enough link to keep us connected.” Steve sighed. At that point, Jim pulled him in for some serious cuddling, stopping the interrogation. Dinner the following night with Calum and Shaun was a light-hearted occasion. It could have been a contender for the World’s Most Awkward Blind Date, except that nobody got a severe and sudden case of the hots for anyone else. Before long, Calum and Steve had their husbands and each other in howls of laughter with their highly-coloured and dramatic account of The Night We First Met. From there they proceeded to the year of Steve’s return to Boston, and Calum’s painful infatuation with Steve’s personal trainer, Owen: “I could never get a foot in the door with him as long as you were around. Never saw such a hot muscle stud who was nothing but a total pussy boy size queen. Even when I finally did get him in bed, after you left town, all he could do was moan and groan about how much he missed your – as he put it – most prominent feature.” Calum gave out a mock sigh of frustration while all the others rolled on the sofas in hysteria. It was another story altogether when Steve and Jim landed in Nova Scotia. Coming across on the high speed catamaran ferry from Bar Harbor to Yarmouth, they’d enjoyed some good down east food and Nova Scotia wine, but Steve had been getting quieter as the trip went on – and even more so during their evening at a hotel in Yarmouth. They took their time getting going the next day, a bright and sunny Tuesday morning, for the drive up the old coastal road to Halifax. Steve had insisted that they had to get off the fast modern highway and onto the original road which turned and twisted its way through every village and hamlet and fishing cove along the way. Jim could feel the tension building in Steve as the miles ticked by; he grew more and more silent as the territory became more familiar. It was early afternoon before he spoke – and then it was just one sentence: “This is it.” They were passing the road sign which identified “Lower West Exmouth”. Jim slowed down, peering about curiously as they meandered through the village, a scattered assortment of clapboard houses wide-spread across the rocky hummocks, some weathered grey, but most painted in white with the occasional sky blue, light grey, or pale green. With no discernable break in the community, they passed another sign which read “Exmouth”. “What are we looking for, Steve?” “I don’t know. I mean, I’m not sure.” Just as Jim was thinking that this wasn’t very helpful, he spotted a sign which made him jam on the brakes and pull off into a small parking area. The big, colourful signboard flanked by rainbow flags made a good match with the brightly painted house beyond it, standing out from the village’s norm of subtle colours in the most noticeable way. SEAVIEW BED & BREAKFAST WE WELCOME EVERYONE! DINNER ALSO AVAILABLE ON REQUEST ____ VACANCY Jim chuckled. “I didn’t expect to see that out here, judging by what you told me.” Steve, though, just stared at the sign and the house and said nothing. “Steve? Steve, what is it?” Finally, the answer came, in a small, barely audible voice. “Adrian Pennyfather comes home.” “Okay. And…?” “Jim, that house was my old family home.” It was Jim’s turn to mutter a silent “wow”. But his surprise lasted only for a moment. The door of the house had opened, and a man about the same age as them was coming two at a time down the steps towards them. Jim got out of the car. In a hearty voice, he greeted them: “Hi, fellows! Welcome to Exmouth! What can I do for you?” “Well, we just stopped to look. Kind of an unexpected sight.” The man laughed. “Yeah, we found out about that when we opened this B & B, gone eight years now. But it’s all good these days. Folks around here are used to us, and just treat us the same as anyone else in the community. I’ve heard all about how intolerant it used to be, but the place seems to have changed a lot with time. By the way, I’m Denny.” “Jim. And my husband, Steve.” Steve had finally gotten out of the car to come around and say hello. But it was plain that he was still feeling the shock. However, he recovered quickly. “So, Denny, how much would it cost for dinner, bed and breakfast for us?” Suitable terms were quickly reached, and they grabbed their bags and headed in. Once Jim had completed the paperwork (“damn government bureaucrats,” their host had grumbled), Denny led them upstairs to the best room in the house. Steve had already noticed from outside that a balcony had been added to the front, replacing the original front porch roof, with two chairs and a table out on the balcony overlooking the fishing harbour. “I’ll just leave you here to get settled in. What time would you like dinner?” “Would six o’clock be okay?” Denny smiled. “Perfect. It’s our usual time anyway.” Jim wasn’t sure what made him ask the next question, but out it came anyway. “Denny, when do we get to meet your other half?” Denny laughed again. “At dinner. As the resident chef, he’ll be slaving away in the kitchen until then. Come on downstairs at about 5:30, and we can have a drink together before we eat, if that’s agreeable.” With that, he withdrew. Steve nosed around the room, finding the beautiful ensuite bathroom added onto the back. He wondered what the lower floor held in this extension of the original house. He then pushed open the sliding glass door, stepped out onto the balcony, and settled into one of the chairs. Jim joined him there and studied him carefully. Steve had a far-away look on his face, and Jim was sure that he was going back in memory to relive his childhood. “Is this really weird for you, Steve?” “I’ll say. This (with a gesture back through the glass door) was my parents’ room, and we were told in no uncertain terms that it was strictly off limits. But there was no ensuite at the back, and no balcony here. These guys have really expanded and upgraded the old house.” “And your room?” “Across the hall and down towards the back. I wonder if they’ve expanded that one too? It was pretty cramped when Alex and I shared it. The other smaller front room was for guests, and my grandmother would stay there when she came to visit from Glace Bay.” “If you felt weird, Steve, why did you want to stay?” “I guess, seizing the day and making use of the opportunity to clear the negative memories of this place out of my system. At least, it’s a beautiful sunny day, and that can be rare here – fog is more the usual thing. Warm, too, for this time of year. What do you say we take a walk down by the fishing harbour?” They sauntered down the winding gravel road, a steep twisting hill, and then walked quietly along behind the collection of old net sheds along the edge of the water. “This one was my dad’s. He always kept his herring boat tied up to the wharf here and anchored his lobster boat off away, over t’other side of the bay.” “Off away? T’other side? Steve, I’ve never heard you talk like that!” “It’s from being back here, it’s just rubbing off on me. Or, no, more like pushing aside everything else that I’ve added on since I left.” As he spoke, they were passing a shed where a seventy-something fisherman was engaged in mending nets. He looked up and smiled at them, a gap-toothed grin. “You fellows staying at yon guest house up away?” “Yes, we are.” “Enjoy your time here in our nice quiet place, lads.” “Thank you. We will.” As they walked on towards the lighthouse at the harbour entrance, Steve said to Jim, “That was Graham Alan MacMaster. He was always my dad’s top rival for most successful fisherman in the village. I recognized him right away, but he didn’t seem to recognize me.” “Not surprising. I would have passed you in the street if I saw the teenaged you. At least, based on the photos you showed me. I still look much like my teenaged self with years and a few pounds added, but you certainly don’t.” “A few pounds?” “Don’t get sarcastic, now.” “Let’s start back, Jim. Don’t want to be late for that pre-dinner drink.” Thirty minutes later, they were back in the house, shoes cleaned off, and settling in the large common room, where Denny was waiting with a bottle of rum and some mixers, as well as some local beers. “Well, what’ll it be, boys? Alfie will be out to join us in a few, as soon as he puts the finishing touches on the dinner.” After they’d made their choices and toasted each other, Denny stood up and bellowed, like a sailing-ship captain hailing the maintop lookout, “Alfie! We’ve begun toasting here! Better haul your ass out of that kitchen and join us before I start telling these fellows all the bad stories about you!” “Be right there,” a voice hailed back. Denny gave a satisfied nod, but Steve started at the sound. “What is it?” Jim asked quietly, but Steve waved it off. A moment later, the door at the far end of the room swung open, and the tall, broad-shouldered chef of the pair walked in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, there, gents. Welcome to Seavi….” He broke off, stopping dead in his tracks, his face registering shock as he saw the two men standing up to greet him, one wearing an equally shocked face. It was Steve who recovered first from this latest and biggest surprise. “Hello, Alex,” he said in a quiet voice. “My god, Steve, it is you!” Denny and Jim looked on, more than a trifle startled, as the two flung themselves at top speed into a bone-crushing hug that lasted for quite a few seconds. Alex pulled free at last, turned slowly to his husband, and said, “Denny, come over here. I want you to meet my kid brother, Steve.”

Awww thanks! Easy to relay after the event! 😈😈😈

Just had this guy over from sniffies. He’s an older bottom, but very eager. When he arrives, he almost tore my clothes off. He strips and then has his hands all over my body. I start to finger his hole as we kiss. He is whimpering and begging to get fucked. I get him into bed and he has the biggest gape I’ve ever seen. I am so fucking turned-on I start playing with his gape and he pushes it out as far as he can. It is the most amazing sight!! I almost blew my load right there. I start to pile-drive this fucker’s asshole. It feels INCREDIBLE!!!! He is scratching his nails into my back and I fucking lose it!!! I start cumming and I’m unloading a fucking river of cum. After we finish. He lays there playing with my seed as it trickles out of his hole. The bed is a fucking mess and we just lay in my spunk. Right after, his phone goes off and it’s his husband. He says that he is at a lunch meeting, but will be home soon. He shows me a pic of the hubby. His husband is fucking cute. I ask if his hubby likes to play as well. He said he does. So, Monday evening I will be fucking and getting fucked. It is going to be so damn hot!!

Thank you again for all your positive comments, it gets me hard thinking about all of you shooting your loads to this fantasy of mine. Here is part 4, which includes a nice twist, but also wraps up this night. I would have to think very hard over how exactly to continue this story, so it might take just a bit longer, and I am always open for pointers, ideas or even some of your real life experiences I could incorporate. But without further ado, here is how the story continues: PART 4 The room is filled with an awkward silence as the implications of Johnny's presence begin to sink in for Ethan and Thomas. Their intimate encounter has been witnessed by someone from Thomas's past; a connection that could potentially complicate their twisted relationship moving forward. Thomas shifts uncomfortably beneath Ethan, his gaze darting between Johnny and his lover. The excitement he felt earlier has now given way to uncertainty and anxiety; he can tell that both men are evaluating him differently than they had just moments ago. Johnny watches them, trying to comfort them with his mere presence. "I won't tell anyone, you are safe with me. Although I would love to join you, Ethan, in owning Thomas. We used to share everything, and he was always meant for more than just one master." His words hang in the air like a heavy mist, casting a shadow over the room and creating a palpable tension between the three of them. Ethan grins maliciously at Johnny's offer but doesn't respond immediately. He glances down at Thomas, who is now visibly trembling with fear and anticipation. The young man's body language seems to beg for release from this intense emotional storm that threatens to consume him at any moment. Sensing an opportunity, Ethan decides to take control of the situation. "Johnny," he says coldly, "I don't share. But if you're truly interested in owning a part of Thomas, perhaps we can arrange something more permanent between us." The implication being clear: Johnny lay under Ethan in the hierarchy they were building with Thomas at its core—or face consequences should he attempt to interfere or undermine their relationship. The room grows increasingly tense but also excited as Johnny processes this ultimatum, knowing full well what it could lead to if accepted. He hesitates for a moment longer before meeting Ethan's cold gaze with an unyielding stare of his own; signifying his acceptance of their terms and committing himself further to witnessing Thomas's transformation into Ethan's fully-owned possession. With this, the tension in the room seems to dissipate slightly as they all realize that something profound has just taken place between them: An alliance based on lust, power, and the shared desire for ownership over one man—a young boy named Thomas whose life is about to change irrevocably. The air in the room thickens as Thomas squirms uncomfortably beneath his Master's gaze. He knows what is coming next, and it terrifies him more than anything he's ever experienced before. As Ethan moves to grab a bag hidden in a corner, Johnny looks on intently—his heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing this pivotal moment in Thomas's transformation firsthand. "Now then," Ethan begins with a sinister grin, "I think it's time you got used to something bigger than my cock inside that tight little hole of yours." With that, he reaches over and grabs an enormous black dildo from his bag. Its head is wide enough to span two grown men's palms comfortably—and it only gets bigger from there. As Ethan pushes Thomas down onto his knees in front of him, Johnny can't help but admire the sight of this beautiful boy submitting so willingly to his Master's every desire. Thomas shudders with fear as he sees just how massive this toy truly is; even bigger than any other object that has ever touched his hole before. His hands are still cuffed behind his back, and he feels utterly vulnerable in the face of this unyielding domination. "Please Master," Thomas begs pathetically as Ethan begins coating the monstrous dildo with lube, "I don't know if I can take any more..." His words trail off into a whimper as he feels himself being pushed back onto his elbows; positioning him perfectly for penetration. Johnny, not wanting to stay a spectator but to prove himself, grabs hold of a large black rubber ball gag and forces it roughly into Thomas's mouth, securing it tightly behind his head to prevent him from crying out during their depraved activities. He then turns his attention back to Ethan with an almost hungry look in his eyes. "Do it," he says simply—his voice tinged with both desire and fear as he watches his old friend and fuckbuddy being transformed before his very eyes into something entirely new: a submissive slut bound for Ethan's pleasure alone. And so, it begins. With slow, steady strokes, Ethan eases the colossal dildo into Thomas's waiting anus; pushing past every inch of resistance as though parting oceans with sheer force alone. The boy's cries are muffled by the gag but nonetheless audible through clenched teeth: A pained whimper here; a desperate moan there—all mingling together in an awful chorus that echoes throughout the room. As Thomas writhes in agony beneath them both, Ethan understands it is time for more chems and POZ blood—a subtle dose that will continue the erosion of Johnny's defenses while also accelerating Thomas's transformation into a mindless cock-hungry beast entirely devoted to pleasing its Master. He tells Johnny to hold the dildo still in place, ensuring maximum penetration and discomfort for their little submissive slut beneath them. Once Johnny is in place, he grabs his trusty chems bag and prepares an intricate mix that includes just enough of everything - muscle relaxants to keep him limp and compliant; endorphin boosters to enhance sensations during sex while dampening feelings of pleasure or control outside it, and Tina, the ultimate mindfuck drug seemingly designed specifically for scenes like these: A potent concoction that blurs lines between reality and fantasy, desire and duty, love and lust until there's barely anything left to differentiate them. The mixture is meticulously crafted - calculated according to years of experimentation on countless unwitting subjects before finding just the right combination. This is Ethan's greatest weapon: To give someone everything they crave without ever truly allowing them true happiness or satisfaction outside their role as his submissive pet—forever trapped in an endless cycle of depravity designed specifically for him alone... As Ethan administers the chems to Thomas through a small syringe, he can see Johnny growing increasingly uncomfortable. The younger man has always had issues with needles. Ethan smirks, knowing this is the perfect time to take advantage of that weakness. He grabs another pill from his bag, handing it discreetly to Johnny under the false pretense that it's just Viagra—something they both know he desperately needs to reassert control over their shared submissive slut beneath them. Johnny takes the pill hesitantly, not realizing what has happened: He has swallowed a dose of Ethan's sinister blend of chems designed not only for submission but also mind manipulation—a powerful concoction meant to strip away any remaining sense of individuality or self-control that still clung to him like so much grime beneath their fingernails. As Johnny feels the chems start working their way through his system, he begins to notice strange changes taking place within himself: His thoughts becoming cloudy; his body growing warm and tingly in all sorts of wonderful new ways as the endorphins kick in, amplifying every sensation tenfold. At first, he tries resisting these feelings, but they are simply too intense—too pleasurable—for him to fight any longer without suffering greatly. His eyes meet with Ethan's as though through a haze, understanding dawning slowly on him: He is being brainwashed—manipulated into becoming something entirely different than who he once was... But even as this realization dawns upon him, it's already far too late. The chems have taken hold completely now, and Johnny finds himself unable to think clearly anymore. All that matters now is pleasing their Master in whatever way possible—submitting completely and totally to his every whim and desire. He feels his body starting to react instinctually towards Thomas: An uncontrollable urge welling up inside him like never before—one which he can't help but give into without reservation. With a hungry, almost animalistic groan, Johnny pulls out the dildo still lodged deep within Thomas's anus and begins to stroke himself feverishly over its shiny black surface while watching with morbid fascination as Ethan takes over again and continues thrusting in and out of their now thoroughly ravaged submissive slut, this time using his bare fist. As he does so, Johnny can't help but imagine what it would feel like to experience that kind of loss of power; to completely surrender to someone's will in such an unimaginably depraved manner. As Ethan picks up speed inside Thomas—slamming his fist deeper and harder than before with each brutal stroke—Johnny feels himself growing increasingly desperate for cock, or even just the sensation of being filled. It's at this moment that he realizes with chilling clarity just how far gone he truly is: His old self has been completely erased; replaced by nothing more than a mindless sex slave devoted entirely to satisfying the needs and desires of their new Master Ethan alone. And yet, despite everything, there's something inside him still—a tiny spark that refuses to go out even under all this darkness: A last shred of individuality clinging desperately onto life as though afraid even death itself would be preferable to what they had become. It's a pitiful thing really; an echo from another life entirely, whispering softly in the back of his mind: "Fight..." But even this faint cry for help is drowned out by the all-consuming waves of pleasure washing over him as he watches Ethan pump their slut full with fist while he continues milking himself. He sees the dildo that was once inside Thomas glistening wet with lube at the tip; ready and waiting for him to take it into his eager mouth in preparation for being fucked senseless by its new owner...And with a final shudder, he gives himself over completely to these newfound urges—allowing them to guide him towards his next destination without hesitation or question. Ethan smiles as he feels Thomas begin to squirm beneath him; the first signs of approaching orgasm washing over his submissive slut. He knows what happens next is inevitable: Soon enough, they would both be filled beyond measure by the power and passion that courses through this room like an unstoppable force—a wildfire burning away everything that once was in its path leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. But for now? Now is their time to bask in these forbidden fruits of desire together; drinking deeply from wells that only depravity could ever create. Thomas squirms beneath Ethan's powerful fist as it relentlessly pumps in and out of his well-used hole. His entire body is covered in sweat; his face contorted into a mask of ecstasy and pain unlike anything he has ever experienced before. As his orgasm begins to build within him, he knows there's no escape: This time, it won't be just his own pleasure that he surrenders to—but also Ethan's twisted desire for total domination and humiliation. As Thomas nears the brink, Ethan can feel his body tense beneath him in anticipation. He knows this moment will be unlike any other they have shared; an intimate connection between Master and slave that goes far beyond simple fucking or sucking. With a grin that could only belong to a man truly consumed by depravity, Ethan whispers dark words of degradation into Thomas's ear: "Soon, my pet... You're going to cum for me like never before. Your hole will clamp down on this fist so tightly it hurts, and I want you to enjoy every second of that pain. It's all for me, after all." He chuckles darkly as he feels Thomas shudder beneath him—his submissive slut growing ever closer towards losing control completely in their shared experience. Meanwhile, Johnny continues sucking on the dildo with a desperation that borders on insatiable: His body quaking from the intensity of his need; his eyes glazed over with lust as he watches Ethan pump Thomas full of his fist and commands him to cum for their enjoyment alone. He feels himself growing harder by the second—his erection throbbing in time with every thrust of Ethan's powerful hand. As if sensing his new submissive lover's escalating arousal, Ethan grabs a hold of Johnny and pushes him roughly onto all fours before him: Their faces mere inches apart as they breathe each other in—a perverse dance filled with desire and submission that would leave most people trembling in its wake. Without hesitation or warning, Ethan slaps Johnny across the face hard enough to sting; leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. "You want this, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and menacing yet somehow filled with an eerie tenderness that sends shivers down Johnny's spine. "Tell me you want my cock inside your mouth; tell me you belong to me body and soul, and I might just let you suck me off like the dirty little slut you truly are." Johnny whimpers pathetically beneath Ethan's gaze—his submission utterly complete as he nods eagerly in agreement despite himself. He can feel his Master's hardness pressing against his lips; an intoxicating scent of dominance and desire wafting upwards to tease his senses mercilessly. And so, with a desperate moan of longing, Johnny opens wide—giving in to every dark urge that courses through him as he takes Ethan's throbbing shaft deep into his mouth without hesitation or reserve. Thomas, Johnny and Ethan become lost in their shared depravity: Each experiencing a level of pleasure far beyond anything they ever thought possible as they submit completely to one another's every whim and desire—transforming into something new; something darker than anyone could have ever imagined possible. Ethan feels himself getting closer to the edge, knowing that soon it will be time for him to take what is rightfully his from both these filthy submissives who lay before him. His cock throbs in Johnny's eager mouth as he watches Thomas's face contort with agony and ecstasy in perfect synchronicity: A sight so beautifully twisted it makes his heart sing with joy unbound. Thomas and Johnny lay intertwined on the floor, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and lube that glistens under the dim light of the room. Thomas on his back, Johnny on all fours just next to him, and Ethan towering over both of them. Thomas’s hole still clutches tightly around Ethan's fist, his eyes rolling back into his head as he struggles to catch his breath between gasps and moans of pure pleasure and pain. His once-pristine face is now smeared with sweat and tears, a testament to the depths of degradation he has willingly allowed himself to sink into for Ethan's amusement alone. Johnny, his mouth still wrapped greedily around Ethan's throbbing cock, tries his best to pleasure the dominant man. He can feel Ethan's hand tightening around his hair, guiding his movements as he sucks and licks at the invading shaft like a loyal pet. His own erection is pressed tightly against Thomas's body, leaking pre-cum that mixes with their shared sweat and lubricant to form an intimate mess on the floor beneath them. Ethan, towering above this perverse tableau of degradation and desire, can feel his own climax building inside him as he gazes down at his two filthy submissives: Their eyes filled with nothing but unconditional love and devotion for their Master. With a low growl of approval, Ethan releases Thomas's hole from around his fist; the sudden emptiness causing the slave to cry out in despair. Without missing a beat, however, Ethan grabs Johnny by the hair once more and forces him to watch as he lines up the head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to Thomas's hungry hole. With one swift motion, Ethan pushes himself inside Thomas with enough force that it leaves Thomas gasping in surprise: Their combined moans echoing around the room like an otherworldly chorus dedicated entirely to their twisted desires. Johnny watches in awe as Ethan's cock disappears completely into Thomas, leaving not even the base poking out from behind his swollen and glistening hole. "Fuck!" Ethan cries out in blissful agony as he begins thrusting inside Thomas with brutal force. His hips pump back and forth, driving his cock deeper into their shared slut's bowels with each stroke: The sounds of skin on skin slapping together filling the room like a primal chant that can only belong in such dark places where pleasure knows no bounds and submission is its highest form of worship. As Ethan fucks Thomas with unbridled rage, Johnny feels like he missed an opportunity—a moment when they could have taken control and ensured that both of them would be the ones receiving pleasure from this encounter instead of giving it all away so easily. But as soon as that thought crosses his mind, he feels Ethan's hand wrapping tightly around his own erection: Guiding him towards Thomas's hungry mouth where he can begin stroking himself off for their mutual amusement. Without hesitation, Johnny obliges: His eyes never leaving the sight before him as he watches Ethan's cock disappearing in and out of Thomas while he milks his own shaft towards orgasm under Ethan's skillful guidance. He can feel Ethan's fingers digging into his hips, pulling him closer so that their bodies are intertwined—their combined movements sending waves upon waves of pleasure washing over them in an unending tide that leaves neither man able to tell where one begins and another ends anymore... With one final thrust deep inside Thomas, Ethan lets out a primal roar of ecstasy as he feels his own climax washing over him in powerful waves. His hips piston forward violently; driving himself deeper into his submissive's body with each savage stroke while his cock throbs and pulses, sending hot streams of thick cum shooting deep inside Thomas's ass. As Ethan reaches the peak of his orgasm, Johnny feels Ethan's hands clamp down on his head, forcing him to open wide as he aims the tip of his own erect cock towards Thomas's hungry mouth. With one final thrust forward, Johnny joins in on this perverse act of degeneracy: His cum blasting forth into Thomas's mouth like a fiery eruption from deep within him. Thomas, now overflowing with both Ethan and Johnny's combined seed, can feel his own orgasm building within him to impossible heights—his entire body quivering under the onslaught of pleasure as it races towards release. With a loud groan of submission, Thomas finally gives in: His whole body convulsing as waves upon waves of intense ecstasy wash over him like a tidal wave made purely from raw sensation and depravity untold. His cock hasn't been touched all night, but that doesn't seem to matter anymore: The feeling of utter degradation coursing through his veins more than makes up for it. So the soft slave cock shoots its load all over his own chest as he cums harder than ever before in his life, making this night one that will be forever burned into the depths of his depraved soul. Once their orgasms have subsided to a dull roar, Ethan releases Johnny from his bonds: Allowing him to fall onto the floor next to Thomas where they lie spent and exhausted yet somehow still filled with an indescribable sense of euphoria at what they had just accomplished together. As if reading his mind, however, Ethan grabs a fistful of hair once more and yanks Johnny roughly back into a standing position: Forcing him to look up at the man who now held absolute control over both their lives in every way possible. "Now," Ethan says with an evil grin spreading across his face, "it's time for you to clean us off. Start with Thomas's mouth and work your way down—making sure that not a drop of my seed, and even this faggot's dribble, goes to waste.” Johnny whimpers pathetically as he struggles against Ethan's hold, but it is clear even from his protestations that there is no way for him to escape the humiliation that awaits him. Slowly and with trembling hands, Johnny lowers himself down onto his knees, giving in to his newfound role as a filthy slut whose only purpose was to please his Master, even at the cost of his own dignity. So he works diligently, cleaning Thomas's chin and cheeks first before turning his attention towards licking up every last drop of cum from the slave's mouth: The salty-bitter taste mixing with that of Thomas's sweat to form a perverse cocktail of lust. He works his way down, cleaning the slut's body like a good little whore as Ethan watches with unbridled amusement and satisfaction, enjoying every moment of this boy’s slow descent into total and complete depravity. Once he's reached Thomas's hole, Johnny hesitates for just a second—reluctant but unable to deny his Master's command even as it fills him with revulsion and self-loathing. Slowly and carefully, he begins circling his tongue around the stretched rim of the slave's ass: Tasting Ethan's cum mixed with his own and feeling an unfamiliar wave of shame wash over him. He starts to suck lightly, trying to coax the last bit of residual cum from inside Thomas's body while Ethan watches on, a smile of pure bliss spreading across his face as he savors every moment of this final act of degradation and submission. Finally, after what feels like hours but is in reality just minutes at best, there is no more cum left inside Thomas: The hole now completely clean and free from any traces of their shared debauchery. With a satisfied smirk, Ethan pulls Johnny up off his knees, his cock still rock hard with desire even after the intensity of what they had all just experienced. "You've done well," he says softly, running his fingers through Johnny's hair before pulling him into an unexpected kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath in the silence of the night. With one final look of pure adoration in Ethan's direction, Johnny leans forward and starts to lick his Master's cock clean: The taste of Thomas's ass still lingering on the shaft but unable to overshadow the undeniable sense of power and control that pulses through him as he worships at Ethan's feet. As he works his tongue around the sensitive flesh, Johnny can feel a newfound sense of belonging and purpose taking root within him: Knowing that from now on he would always be nothing more than an object for Ethan's pleasure—a tool used to fulfill the darkest desires lurking deep in his soul. They collapse together onto their side, tangled up in each other's limbs: The room still spinning with the intensity of their shared passion even as exhaustion slowly starts to take its hold. Ethan and Thomas rest, their bodies entangled almost lovingly. Meanwhile, Johnny lays awake staring up at the ceiling: The events of tonight etched permanently onto his mind as he comes to terms with this new life he has chosen for himself. Despite everything he's been through, there's one thought that remains constant throughout: No matter how filthy and depraved these acts might seem, there was something undeniably tender about what he felt for Thomas—and as long as their Master granted them permission to exist in each other's twisted world, he would follow him willingly into whatever darkness lay ahead. He joins Ethan and Thomas, the slave’s head resting against his new master’s chest, hearing a faint heartbeat that helps relax him. Ethan watches his once-formidable rival crumble before him, and he can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction coursing through him: Seeing the man who had once challenged his very existence reduced to nothing more than a willing slave was perhaps even sweeter than achieving dominance over Thomas just mere hours ago. Ethan realizes that his desire to see them both fully submitted under his authority is only just beginning to take shape: There will be so many more acts of humiliation and degradation awaiting them in the days, weeks, and months ahead. So the night ends with three men connected by bonds stronger than blood and fate itself: Two slaves bound together under the same master's gaze while their owner watched on approvingly from his throne atop this kingdom built upon debauchery untold.

I'll take a sling, getting my cunt lubed, sloppy & loose. All cocks welcome, new, repeats & some good piss fuckers, as well. Mix of crisco, piss & cum being seeded to my cunts limits is always mindblowing. Walking home with my nights collected juices running down my legs, usually gets a bit of rough trade folling me into an orgy heaven.

There aren't many things in life better than sliding my cock into a hole and feeling someone else's cum inside it. Second to that is repeat fucks of the same hole until it's really sloppy and there's a dinner plate sized wet patch under your ass.

A few days later, both my boyfriend and myself felt our holes burning. After a trip to the doctor’s and a few tests, we both had been infected with ghonnorhea and chlamydia. Chad had also contracted syphilis. The HIV tests for both of us were negative, much to my surprise. It was far too early for Chad to test positive, but I was fully expecting to test poz. The next few weeks were uneventful. Chad was upset about catching so many things, even more frustrated that he couldn’t remember doing it. Sex between us dried up as we were going through treatment, and then school picked up keeping both of us busy. Eventually Chad fell incredibly ill, almost ending up in the hospital. Our doctor recommended that we both get tested for HIV, and sure enough he was positive. Somehow however, I was still negative. Driving home from the doctor’s was the worst. Chad was crying, saying that his entire life had changed and about how overwhelming everything was. I felt horrible…but also felt hornier than I had in a while. My stud of a boyfriend had an 8in uncut dick filled with toxic cum. We got home and Chad wanted to go pass out in bed, mentally drained, running a fever, and coughing something fierce. I helped him to bed, stripped him of his clothes, and laid him down. I took a moment to gaze at his naked body, still muscular but skinnier than normal, with his flaccid uncut cock and low hanging balls resting between his thighs. I suddenly felt ravenous, and dived at his crotch, putting his dick in my mouth. He moaned as I ran my tongue along his shaft, getting him hard. “No,” he protested, “the doctor said we shouldn’t until you’re on prep and I’m medicated.” I didn’t stop, cupping his balls with one hand, gripping his shaft with the other and jerking his dick while blowing him. His protests got louder and he started trying to push me away. Chad finally succeeded in pushing my mouth off of him right as his body started convulsing, spraying his toxic load all over his chest. “Sorry, babe, I wanted to help make you feel better.” I said, looking at the wasted load on his chest. “Thanks for that.” He smiled weakly and coughed, rolling over in bed without cleaning himself up, his bubble butt taunting me. “I gotta pass out.” I got up off of the bed and pulled the blankets over Chad, running my hand over his ass while doing so. I soon heard him snoring, and realized that this was my chance: if he wasn’t going to give me a load, I can go get one myself. I cleaned out in the bathroom furthest away from the bedroom and quickly changed into a tight exercise shirt, a jockstrap, and some small running shorts. I put a bottle of poppers in my pocket and moved as quietly as I could to the door.

I would love to hear your feedback on this new part, including Thomas's new friend. Here is Part 3: Thomas lays exhausted on the grimy mattress in the dimly lit orgy room, panting heavily but still yearning for more as his body quivers with pleasure from the intense group sex session he just experienced. The stench of sweat and sex fills the air around him while his gaze drifts between Ethan and other onlookers gathered around them—all eager to witness or partake in their twisted escapades. Ethan observes Thomas intently, his eyes rake over Thomas's body from head to toe; taking in every bead of sweat on his skin and each tremble caused by the aftereffects of orgasm. Ethan smirks devilishly as he contemplates how best to torture this insatiable cumdump further—how far they can push their mutual devotion towards depravity together. Without another word, Ethan begins his work. He stands over Thomas, grasping a steel shackle in each hand as he approaches from behind. Then, he speaks softly into Thomas's ear, sending a chill down the younger man's spine with his sinister whisper, "You've impressed me today, my little cumdump. It's clear you have a natural talent for submission. But I think it's time we took things to the next level," he says before swiftly snapping the steel shackles onto Thomas's wrists and ankles, binding him in place with ease. Thomas moans softly as Ethan's hands explore his body further; running along his chest and abdomen, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake while ensuring each movement causes the maximum amount of discomfort and arousal for his submissive companion. The cool metal shackles cut into Thomas's sensitive skin as they restrain him even more tightly—an unbearably erotic sensation that only serves to heighten both their desires for one another. Ethan smiles wickedly at the sight before him, knowing exactly what's needed to push this young man over the edge of sanity into a realm where only carnal pleasure and pain exist—a place where they can lose themselves completely in their shared twisted fantasies. He grabs another syringe filled with an evil cocktail: part nasty Tina-laced chems, part of his own infected HIV blood—all mixed together specifically for this moment to heighten Thomas's vulnerability and ensure absolute obedience. Ethan watches as Thomas's eyes widen in fear mixed with excitement at the sight of the needle. He smirks at the boy's pleas as he slowly approaches him. He places a comforting hand on Thomas's shoulder and whispers softly, "Let's see how far you are willing to go for me, my little cumdump." Thomas tries to pull away, whimpering in fear at the sight of Ethan's needle-covered hands. "Please," he begs weakly, his voice trembling with terror and anticipation. "I don't want this! I can't take Poz blood, that is too much!" But Ethan doesn't listen, "You know you do, Thomas," he murmurs darkly as he grabs hold of Thomas's arm firmly. The needle pierces his skin, releasing a steady stream of poison directly into his veins while another dose is injected into Thomas's already-inflamed ass. Thomas tries to resist the onslaught but fails miserably; overwhelmed by the intensity and rapid pace of it all. The drugs course through him like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body with a burst of ecstasy. He gasps loudly as he feels a rush of pleasure coursing through him, his entire body tingling with anticipation for what's to come next. He whimpers softly under Ethan's command, "Please, Master... make me feel good... I'll do anything you want!" Ethan grins maliciously and replies, “Cute how you changed your mind. I intend to, my little cumdump. I just want to see how much pleasure you can take before you beg for more." With that, he takes a step back, allowing Thomas to feel the full effects of the drugs without any external stimulation. He admires the marks the syringe left on Thomas's pale skin—a symbol of submission and degradation that no one could mistake for anything else. Thomas squirms on the bed; moaning and writhing as if caught between heaven and hell itself. His cock twitches uncontrollably inside his confining clothes, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets beneath him. He can't help but crave more contact—any form of touch would be enough to send him over the edge into an intense state of euphoria. As Thomas continues to squirm and whimper, Ethan turns his attention back to their bondage session with a newfound fervor; determined to push his slave further than ever before as he leans in close enough for their breaths to mingle hotly against each other's lips—an intimate dance that hints at a deep level of connection, despite all evidence pointing towards its perversion and despair. With that, Ethan does something unexpected, he kisses Thomas on the mouth passionately. Their tongues are dueling for dominance while they explore every inch of each other's mouth with wild abandon—a raw display of lustful power that leaves both men gasping for breath when it ends. But before either can recover fully from this intense exchange, Ethan pulls out his already-hardening cock and shoves it back into Thomas's eagerly awaiting mouth once more. As Thomas keeps feeling the effects of the Tina coursing through his system, he finds himself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist as his master uses him like a piece of furniture: fucking his face with brutal force that leaves Thomas barely able breathe through his nose when it's not plugged shut by some part or another. Throughout this grueling assault on every one of Thomas's senses, he feels something strange happening within him—an awakening desire for more punishment; for Ethan to take complete control over his body and mind so completely that there are no lines left uncrossed between them anymore. It's as if some dark part within himself has been unlocked by their twisted relationship, and it hungers endlessly for whatever depravity Ethan can dish out next—a realization both horrifying yet exhilarating in its intensity. The room, filled with onlookers who had gathered to witness their perverse spectacle, blurs as Ethan's own animalistic instincts take over. His cock feels harder than ever before; never has he possessed a boy this completely. In the midst of their intense sexual encounter and drug-induced state, neither Ethan nor Thomas appear to notice a man stepping forward, someone who soon would turn out to be an old acquaintance of Thomas's. This hunky man—with chiseled abs and a rock hard, veiny cock that stands out prominently from the crowd—is none other than Johnny. He has known Thomas years ago when they were sex buddies but lost touch after a while; now he can't believe what has become of his once innocent friend as he watches in horror—and lust—from the sidelines. Johnny approaches Thomas, who looks at him with pleading eyes begging for release from this torture, but also acknowledging that he deserves every ounce of punishment being doled out by Ethan because it's exactly what he wants. To be owned by someone so completely devoid of morals and human decency. Releasing Thomas was far from Johnny's intention; he still felt resentful for the way their relationship ended abruptly due to his own insecurities about getting caught indulging in such [banned word] activities. As he watched Ethan using Thomas like a piece of meat without any regard for his wellbeing or comfort, it only fueled Johnny's desire to join in on the fun and claim some ownership over this broken boy himself. He jerks his cock vigorously, planning on joining Ethan in the abuse as soon as possible. His shaft throbs with excitement while he places a shard of Tina onto its tip before pulling out the plug still lodged deep inside; eager to feel the rush of plunging his hardness deep inside Thomas's unguarded ass again—a reminder of all they once shared together that could have been if only one had acted upon their true desires instead of hiding them away in shame. "Isn't this wonderful, my little cumdump? You can see how many people want a piece of you," Ethan chuckles evilly as he continues to pound into Thomas's willing mouth, pushing Johnny deeper into the boy with every stroke. As the orgy room becomes even more chaotic than before, with other attendees joining in on the fun, men from all walks of life take advantage of Thomas's vulnerability and willingness to submit. The air is filled with moans and grunts, punctuated by gasps for breath as cocks slide in and out of various holes while hands grope and fondle any bit of flesh that can be reached. Ethan grabs ahold of Johnny's hips and directs him to fuck Thomas harder—pushing them both towards the brink faster than ever before possible. Their eyes meet through their shared pleasure; two souls connected by their mutual love for destruction and debauchery. And as they reach their peak together—Johnny filling Thomas with his seed while Ethan empties himself deep into his mouth—they know that nothing else could ever compare to this moment of pure, unadulterated ecstasy borne out of depravity. The three men collapse in exhaustion onto the grimy mattress together; their chests heaving from exertion while they catch their breath and await whatever new depraved acts the orgy room may have in store for them next. As they lie there, Thomas starts coming to his senses, only then realizing who Johnny really was. With that, he speaks "Johnny" weakly, his voice barely audible above the din of the ongoing orgy. The hunky man looks down to him with a mix of confusion and curiosity in his eyes before replying softly. “So it is really you!” Johnny asks hesitantly, struggling to reconcile the boy he once knew with this broken shell of a person lying before him. Thomas nods weakly in response but doesn't say anything more as Ethan's cock begins twitching again, resting against his cheek; ready for round two at any moment if either man was so inclined. Johnny takes a step closer, studying their intertwined forms with a mix of excitement and curiosity. "I can hardly recognize you like this, Thomas... you used to hold back so much." His voice is thick with emotion as he grapples with the reality of Thomas's current state; reduced to nothing more than a slave for Ethan's pleasure. "Is it... Is it really what you wanted?" Thomas finally manages to whisper, his eyes darting between Johnny and Ethan. A nervous tremor runs through his body at the thought that his old friend may judge him or disapprove of his actions. Johnny hesitates for a moment before nodding gently. "I wish I had been the one to put you through this kind of transformation, Thomas," he admits with a sigh. "But this guy... he's good at what he does, he did what I could’t: break you.” Thomas glances up at Johnny in surprise, relief washing over his features at the understanding in his friend's voice. But as their eyes meet again, a sudden chill runs down Thomas's spine: The consequences of having an old friend witness their actions are about to become all too real for both him and Ethan.

Here is a Part 2. I am not sure right now if I will continue for much longer, I would need some good ideas for what to write. So let me know if you have some ideas PART 2 Damien wakes up with a hangover, his body aching from head to toe as he takes stock of his surroundings. The dimly lit room and the familiar metal bed are all around him; the only indication that last night's hedonistic indulgences were real. Slowly, he stretches out on the mattress and winces in pain, feeling every bruise and sore muscle protest as he moves. He knows there is no escape from this life now – no matter how much his body may beg him to try. With resignation but also anticipation etched onto his face, Damien stands up and begins to get dressed in the same uniform as always, a thick metal chain collar around his neck reminding him who truly owns him now. As he leaves his cell once more, the smell of sex lingers heavily in the air. He can't help but notice the satisfied grins on many of the men he passes, all aware of what kind of torment and pleasure Damien is about to face today. The Butcher greets him with an almost tender smile as they reach one of their usual meeting spots inside the sauna. "Ah, our dear Damien," he says, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Today will be quite a ride, I think." With that, The Butcher injects the first syringe of the day into Damiens arm – this time with a clear fluid glistening in the dim lighting. "This should help you enjoy yourself even more," he explains ominously before guiding him to his first encounter of the day. As the drug takes effect, Damien finds himself growing increasingly aroused by just about everything around him – the thick, musky scent of sweat and semen mingling in the air, the sight of countless naked bodies engaging in all sorts of depraved activities, even the sting of the sporadic slaps he receives from The Butcher's large hand. His first experience involves a rough-looking man with a massive cock that could probably pierce Damiens asshole without much effort. This stranger takes him into an unoccupied room and bends him over a bench before shoving his entire length inside of Damien without any warning or lubricant. The pain is instantaneous, but so too is the pleasure; it feels like his ass is being stretched to its limits and beyond. As this man pounds away at his prostate, Damien finds himself moaning and begging for more, until the man finally releases a huge load inside of Damiens stretched-to-capacity asshole, filling him with warm seed. After this initial encounter, The Butcher leads Damien to another room where they find a wooden gymnastic device called a pommel horse in the dark corner. With cold efficiency, they secure Damiens hands and feet tightly to the leather-clad back before proceeding to fill his hungry hole once more – first his mouth, then his asshole, taking great care not to waste even a single drop of semen. He observes the men around him, through a hazy lens of drug-infused frenzy. He sees seven men of different body shapes, namely thick and hung or slender and well toned; they each have a single focus and that's to get off using Damien in any way possible. Damien remembers every single detail, a testament to how well-designed the drugs coursing through his body are. The guys take turns fucking him hard and rough, spitting on him and choking him with their own weight as they shoot their loads inside of him, one after another until he feels like there's not an ounce of emptiness left in either hole or his cum-filled belly. Finally, exhausted yet somehow still aching for more punishment and pleasure, Damien finds himself on stage where he's tied down onto all fours before a pair of adoring eyes. A cute young twink approaches him with determination etched onto every feature; his intentions are clear even if his words remain unspoken. The boy grinds his hips against Damiens ass, rubbing the head of his impressive cock teasingly against Damiens puckered hole. "You like that, don't you?" he asks huskily, voice laced with both lust and desire as he prepares himself to take what belongs to him – Damiens body as nothing but a receptacle for his pleasure. As if in response, Damien nods weakly, unable to form any coherent words due to the combination of drugs and exhaustion. And so, the young man positions himself at the entrance of Damiens hungry hole before driving his thick shaft deep inside, stretching Damien beyond anything he could have ever imagined possible once again. The pain is intense but mixed with just as much pleasure, making it almost impossible for him to differentiate between the two sensations as they become one in his mind and body. The twink takes full control of the situation, pumping Damiens insides like a well-oiled machine while taking great care to massage both of their prostate glands simultaneously. It's only when he reaches down between them that Damien realizes what else this boy intends to do; as the boy's eager tongue begins to lave away at his leaking cum hole, it feels like an electric current is passing through Damiens body, sending waves upon waves of untold pleasure straight into his core. In no time at all, both Damien and the twink are reduced to nothing but gasping messes on stage – their bodies trembling from exhaustion, minds spinning from the intense orgasm that had just ripped them apart. As they catch their breath and clean up together under The Butcher's approving gaze, Damien looks around and notices his hot surroundings for the first time in a while. He finds himself surrounded by lewd moans and the intoxicating aroma of sweat, cum, and sexual desires as he waits eagerly for whatever depraved act The Butcher has in store for him. He doesn't have to wait long before being led towards a pair of hunks who look like they were chiseled out of granite – their rippling muscles glistening with sweat beneath the harsh fluorescent lighting that casts eerie shadows across every contour and curve. The Butcher instructs him to get onto his knees before presenting him to the stunned audience, revealing the enormous erection he was spotting despite his mind being so far gone – a testament to just how badly he desired to be these men’s new plaything. Without saying a word, Damien lowers himself down onto the massive shaft of the first guy and takes every inch willingly; welcoming both pain and pleasure with equal amounts of anticipation as it stretches him wider than he ever thought possible. As he continues to bounce up and down on their throbbing member like a cheap hooker riding a cock-rocking machine, Damien glances over at the man's partner – another muscled giant with an even more enormous cock straining against his wet towel. The sight of it fills Damien's with equal parts fear and lust; an irresistible urge for further submission as well as a desire to see just how far he can take himself past the last boundaries he had set in his brain. The Butcher left Damien in the strong hands of the couple, but not before preparing another load of chems for him – this one even more potent than what came before. A concoction designed to heighten sensitivity to pain and pleasure tenfold; a cocktail guaranteed to turn him into a living, breathing fuck toy capable of enduring any depravity his new masters desired. The Butcher grabs the syringe and injects it straight into Damien's vein, watching as his eyes roll back into his head at the sensation. The drugs make it into his bloodstream, spreading their powerful influence throughout his body – turning him into little more than putty in the hands of his tormentors. As the couple prepares themselves to up the intensity even more, they share one last look between them before deciding on an even darker course of action than they had originally planned – one that would push both limits and boundaries past anything previously conceived in the depths of The Pig's Den. Without further ado, they begin; their massive cocks once again stretching him wider than any orifice should ever be allowed to go while pounding him relentlessly with an unparalleled savagery that leaves little room for doubt – they will take everything he has and leave him wanting more...if he still manages to survive such punishing treatment. This darker course entails tying Damien down on a makeshift altar made of rough stone slabs slicked with lube from past debauchery, exposing his tender ass cheeks for all eyes upon him like some kind of perverted offering to some twisted gods. His head is pulled back forcefully by an intricately woven bondage hood, making sure that he can see – and feel – every inch of this cruel ordeal inflicted upon him against his will. They proceed to take turns pounding into his asshole with a new cocksleeve strapped around their shafts; these rubber creations designed specifically for such sadistic endeavors that feature blunt, ridged heads made out of solid iron or steel – perfect tools for violently penetrating tight holes like Damien's while ensuring maximum pleasure/pain potential at every inch gone by. They start slow, testing the limits of both flesh and restraint; but soon find themselves losing control as the unbearable tension builds up inside them. It helps that The Butcher had given them their own concoction of chems to fuel their desires even further, turning an already chaotic scene into one that verges on pure madness. Damien's mind goes numb under the assault; every fiber in his body screaming out from sheer overload as his holes are stretched wider than humanly possible with each relentless thrust driven home by these twisted giants before him. Tears stream down his cheeks from both agony and ecstasy – two conflicting emotions fighting for dominance inside this ruined vessel that was once known as Damien until fate intersected it here at The Pig's Den many years ago. Finally, after what seems like an eternity but couldn't possibly have lasted more than a few minutes in real-time, both men reach their climaxes simultaneously – each unleashing torrents of thick, creamy cum deep within Damien's violated orifices. They continue to pound away even after they've finished filling him up inside out; driven by an inhuman lust that refuses to accept anything less than total domination over its target...even if it means destroying said individual along the way. When at last, they pull themselves free from Damien's broken body – their cocks still covered with traces of his blood and other fluids left behind during this dark rite of passage - they drag him off to yet another waiting participant; a twink eager for his turn with the now thoroughly broken and shattered plaything known as Damien.

Thank you guys for your amazing feedback. Here is Part 2: As Thomas was regaining his senses slightly, he became aware of what had just happened. He knew it was wrong but craved more of the filth Ethan offered him. Thus, Thomas dropped to his knees in obedience and begged for Ethan to further degrade and defile him. Ethan smiled maliciously, withdrew another syringe from a small bag he always carried, and filled Thomas's mouth with cock while deftly inserting the needle into a vein on his arm—pushing the potent mixture in without any warning or preparation. The liquid coursed through Thomas's being like wildfire, dulling his senses to an almost animalistic level and clouding his mind until all he knew was Ethan was God-the only thing that existed in this twisted world he now inhabited. His eyes rolled back into their sockets as the drug took hold, causing intense pleasure surges through him, like lightning bolts from Ethan's fist slamming straight down through him. Ethan chuckled darkly, admiring the power he had over this once pure creature now transformed into his depraved plaything. "You're such an excellent little whore," he praised him, breathing hotly on Thomas's ear and causing a shiver of anticipation to run down his spine despite the intense discomfort coursing through it. "I'll never tire of breaking you apart and then rebuilding you in my image. And don't think for one second I won't stop because there are so many other ways I can hurt your pretty little mind," he warned ominously while squeezing tightly around Thomas's aching testicles, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through them like electric currents. Thomas cried out in lust, his mind lost to the drug's euphoria. As Ethan dragged him from the room and into a dark chamber filled with muscled daddies, bears, otters and twinks bending over and moaning in anticipation of what was yet to come—his fate became all too clear. Ethan pushed Thomas onto a sling suspended from the ceiling, shackled his arms, then leaned back and watched with sinister satisfaction as one after another muscled beast or young man took their turn violating this once-pure boy—each penetrating him further than the last until he was little more than a stretched-out piece of filth dangling in chains from an old metal frame. The first to claim him was an older muscle god with a beer can thick cock and a furry chest who pushed not only Thomas's boundaries but also his limits, shoving a shard of Tina up his hole before roughly penetrating it with his monstrous appendage. "Do you want this POZ cock boy? Do you want to be ripped apart by your new daddy?" the muscled guy shouted as he slid in and out of the boy’s pink hole. As Ethan stood back, he watched as the muscled stud pounded into Thomas's stretched-out hole until he was shooting his hot seed deep inside him—a baptism by fire for this newest addition to their ranks of debauched degenerates. Next in line was a young twink no older than 22, whose hunger for depravity matched Ethan's own. As he dropped his towel, Thomas could see a huge, but somewhat skinny 10 inch cock. The twink was horny, and wanted to show everyone that a skinny guy can abuse a faggot just as hard or even harder than the muscled guys he was in a room with. With grunts and growls of primal pleasure, he plunged his thick cock deep into Thomas's gaping hole—pushing past every previously set boundary until nothing existed but raw desire and unbridled lust for more pain, pleasure, degradation and humiliation. One by one, the line of men queued up to claim their share in this ruined creature as each took his turn driving themselves into him—claiming him for their own—fucking him senseless with cocks so thick he was certain they would rip him apart but all they did was make room for the next beast to push inside him even deeper still. Who stood out from this sea of men was a 28 years old bear who wanted to try something different. After everyone had their fun, the bear grabbed anal plug that Thomas's new daddy handed to him, shoved it into the boy's tight hole and then positioned himself behind Thomas and entered his ass with just the head of his cock before pumping away while grunting with satisfaction every time their hips made contact. The pain was immense, but so was Thomas's desire for more punishment and abuse from these other guys. As they fucked him, they fed on his pain—drinking it in like some kind of twisted nourishment—groaning with each new invasion of his stretched out hole as their seed poured into him leaving little room for anything but filth and debauchery. "Fuck yes Sir. More, please! Give it to me hard!" he pleaded between moans as another thick shaft disappeared up his ass while his pink pussy got stretched out even further by the huge cock that was currently being worked on by yet another of his temporary "daddies". Thomas had long lost count of the dicks he took; all he knew was that his body hurt, but not in a way he didn't like it anymore. In fact, with every thrust into him and with each passing moment spent in this darkroom being used and abused by complete strangers, Thomas felt closer than ever before to reaching true enlightenment—the ultimate release of becoming nothing more than a mindless, cockhungry slut whose only purpose in life now was service of these new masters who had claimed him for their own dirty desires and dark pleasures. And through all of it Ethan watched—smirking at the sight before him—this boy who had been so pure now transformed into a whore for their collective pleasure—a broken shell of his former self completely subsumed under the weight of their depraved desires. He'd found a different faggot to suck his dick in the meantime, edging him for what would become the final blow for the faggot once known as Thomas. He couldn't wait to slam the boy up once more and slide into that hole filled with an ungodly amount of loads. After a few more rounds of taking turns in the sling, Ethan gave a signal. All but one of the guys stopped what they were doing; instead, they undid Thomas's cuffs, helped him off the sling and gathered around the faggot as he knelt there in front of his Master with eyes filled with nothing but unadulterated lust and desire for more pain. Ethan stepped forward, cock throbbing with need; he couldn't wait any longer. "Time for you to meet your fate," he said darkly as he grabbed hold of the now well-fucked young man by his hair and forced him back onto all fours again, ready to take one final punishing dose before becoming fully part of this world that was created solely around these men's depraved pleasures. "You want more pain, you little slut? You're going to get it…and then some!" Ethan shouted as he positioned himself behind Thomas's still-open hole and shoved his thick shaft deep inside with one swift motion, making the boy scream out in pleasure/pain while cumming all over himself from being fucked so hard. "You're mine now... and nobody else gets to touch what truly belongs to me except for the people I choose to share you with. So keep taking this cock, and show everyone how grateful you are for your new life!" He grabbed Thomas by the hips and started pounding into him mercilessly as his words sank into the now fully brainwashed young man's consciousness, ensuring that there would be no escape from this world of depravity for this little faggot.

I found myself having some more time this weekend, so I decided to continue a bit more. Here is the next part: Part 5: Coming home Ethan decides to take Thomas and Johnny to his home as both boys live quite far by train. Upon reaching his apartment, Ethan shows off the impressive space: A large living area with plenty of comfortable seating and entertainment systems, an open-plan kitchen stocked with delicious foods and drinks, a modern bathroom suite featuring both traditional showers and bathtub as well as an attached sauna room perfect for indulging their darkest desires without leaving the comfort of home. But it is when they enter his "playroom" that truly sets their hearts racing with excitement, equipped with everything two submissive sluts like themselves could ever want or need: A vast collection of BDSM gear including whips, floggers, restraints, cock rings and nipple clamps hung neatly from pegboards adorning the walls; numerous sex toys displayed invitingly in glass cases along one side of the room; an expansive array of sex furniture ranging from a luxurious Saint Andrew's cross to various bondage frames perfect for keeping them spread wide open during long nights filled with debauchery and depravity. The main focus point of the room is a massive king-sized bed with ornate posts at each corner and covered in a silky latex sheet - ideal for tying up their victims while Ethan took his pleasure or using as a surface to tie them into various kinky positions. Overhead hangs an impressive collection of rope, leather and chain which can be used not only for bondage but also creating complex macrame designs to adorn the slaves further or simply adding an extra level of humiliation when incorporated into their BDSM sessions together as Ethan's pets. Finally, in one corner sits an intimidating looking device that looks like something out of a medieval dungeon - this is Ethan's favorite toy for punishing naughty slaves who dare defy him: The Judas Cradle, or an adapted version of it, which would ensure both boys learn their place quickly under his firm but loving guidance. Thomas tries to grasp how it works, when Ethan explains he can stretch their assholes out using the cradle, tying a boy up and using a complicated system of levers and pulleys, lowers them onto a dildo or other toy. Depending on the punishment this can go from pleasurable to very, very painful. With everything laid bare before them, Thomas couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with fear as he gazed upon this erotic temple dedicated to sin and pleasure at his master's command alone. But when those beautiful brown eyes meet Ethan's dark orbs filled with promises of pain, passion, and ultimate submission, Thomas finds himself unable to resist. He takes a tentative step forward before sinking down on one knee beside the bed in front of his new Lord and Master: "I belong to you now, Master Ethan." he whispers huskily as heat spreads through his body at the thought of finally finding someone strong enough to take complete control over his life - someone like himself who knows no limits when it comes to indulging their twisted desires. Johnny watches with a mixture of lust and dread as Ethan nods approvingly before ordering both boys to strip naked completely then proceeds to grab handfuls of each slave's hair forcing them down onto all fours presenting themselves for his inspection. Thomas's ass cheeks clench involuntarily in anticipation at what is yet come while Johnny's cock throbs painfully as Master Ethan begins running his hands over their bodies like fine works of art. As they are subjected to this intense display of power, Thomas feels a sense of peace washing over him knowing that he is no longer in control - but also realizing just how much he enjoys being pushed beyond his limits like this under such skilled hands which show no mercy nor remorse for the pleasure they extract from their helpless victims. Meanwhile, Johnny watches on transfixed by this mesmerizing display of dominance and submission knowing that he too will soon learn what it means be truly owned by a man like Ethan. After their inspection by Master Ethan, Thomas and Johnny are made to stand before him naked as they were born. With a look of absolute determination on his face, Ethan retrieves a small box from one corner of the room filled with chains and tools that look more at home in a hardware store than this den of iniquity. He moves swiftly yet methodically fastening heavy collars around each boy's necks before affixing matching sets of shackles to their wrists and ankles locking them onto the bodies permanently. These new adornments serve as both reminders and symbols of their enslavement; proof for all who lay eyes upon them that they are now fully owned by this powerful man who has claimed them both as his own personal playthings. With a satisfied grin, Ethan steps back admiring his handiwork for a moment before issuing forth commands which send chills down their spines at the thought of what lies ahead: "Now then...I want you both on all fours presenting your asses to me like the good little sluts you are," he says, his voice cold and emotionless as stone but still manages convey a sense of barely restrained lust beneath its surface. "Johnny, come here my pretty boy and let's see what we can do about getting that sweet tight hole of yours stretched nice and wide for me to fuck it good and proper." As Johnny moves forward obediently like a zombie under his master's spell, Ethan grabs hold of the back of Johnny's neck guiding him towards Thomas who has already assumed position as ordered. As their asses press against each other in this intimate embrace it's clear that both boys are aroused by this display of dominance. With one final push, Ethan shoves his massive cock head between Johnny's puckered anus, a first taste for the newcomer that instantly brings tears to his eyes at how big and thick it feels invading him so forcefully all at once. But instead of pulling back in pain as most would expect upon such violation, Johnny whimpers out soft moans begging Master Ethan not stop pounding away inside him, a fact helped by Ethan secretly applying some Tina to his cock head before pushing forward which ensures maximum pleasure while also causing confusion within Johnny's addled brain as he struggles against his own base desires for the attention and adoration showered upon him by this new Lord and Master. Thomas meanwhile watches on eagerly with lustful eyes, craving his own turn at being fucked senseless by their powerful master while also experiencing an intense sense of pride knowing full well that both he and Johnny will soon belong entirely to this man. Ethan takes full advantage of his power over Thomas and Johnny, thrusting in and out of Johnny's tight ass like a possessed man driven by lust alone while at the same time fondling Thomas' cock, rubbing it in circles until he is leaking precum all over his chest. When he feels that both boys are ready for their next round of debauchery, Ethan releases his cock from the wanting boy. Without pausing for even a moment to catch their breath, Ethan orders them both into position on their back. His plan is to tie each boy up spread eagled, laying next to one another like two cum-stained slabs of meat ready for his pleasure as he grabs hold of large syringes filled with a cocktail of drugs that will keep them both high and aroused until he decides enough is enough. As each needle pierces their flesh sending shudders of pleasure coursing through their veins, Ethan positions himself between the two bound boys taking turns fucking them mouth and ass while also forcing his cock down Johnny's throat until he can feel the boy gagging on it. He doesn't care though because for him this is about complete ownership; showing Johnny who holds power in this relationship while reminding Thomas exactly why he belongs to him alone. Ethan grabs another syringe filled with a powerful dose of drugs used to treat erectile dysfunction before squatting down between their legs aiming at Johnny's cock, which he knows has become hypersensitive thanks to all the abuse it's been taking over these past hours since Ethan claimed them as his own. With a quick thrust, he drives the needle deep into Johnny's engorged member causing him to scream in pain yet still unable to resist due to the mind-numbing effects of both the drugs already inside his system and mastery that Ethan wields over him so effortlessly at this point. Now, the only thing that is missing is getting high himself - watching over his two little playthings as they writhe beneath him helpless against their own base desires which he has twisted into something darker more sinister than either could have ever imagined possible when first joining his ranks just mere hours ago. With his heart racing from both anticipation and excitement, Ethan retrieves the final syringe from its place on a nearby table. He inspects it carefully making sure every detail is perfect before bringing it to bear upon himself as he positions the needle against his own flesh at his arm. Slowly but surely, he depresses the plunger releasing a potent mixture of chemicals into his veins that will enhance both sensation and pleasure while also numbing him slightly from pain allowing him to indulge in their perversions for longer periods without fatigue setting in. As he feels the warmth spreading throughout his body, Ethan's cock twitches, eagerly anticipating what is coming next - an intense session of fisting Thomas's asshole after first taking care to fill up Johnny. It's his way of reminding them both that even though they may think they can escape from this dark world, the truth remains: They belong to him now. Ethan moves behind Johnny whose eyes flutter shut unable to bear witness to what's about happen next, but still feels every touch nonetheless thanks in part to those wicked drugs coursing through their systems like electric current sparking new pathways of pleasure previously unimaginable. With a gentle yet firm grip, Ethan grabs hold of Johnny's ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his tight rosy asshole still glistening wet with spilled cum and remnants of lube. The butt plug appears out of nowhere, its massive size dwarfing even Johnny's impressive proportions as it slides into his tight anus causing him to scream like a stuck pig but unable to stop himself from moaning, thanks again in part due those same drugs that are now beginning work their magic throughout their bodies, making them high on the pain just as much as the pelasure they were feeling earlier when chasing that first taste of release so desperately. As Johnny tries adjusting to this newfound intrusion, Ethan turns his attention towards Thomas who is lying there helplessly awaiting whatever torment Master Ethan has planned for him next. Without further ado, Ethan squirts a liberal amount of lube onto his large hands, preparing them for the task at hand while also giving Thomas time to adjust himself mentally and emotionally as he prepares to face what is undoubtedly going to be one of most intense ass-play experiences yet as their sadomasochistic journey together breaks past new barriers into depths. Thomas gulps down the lube that's been squirted into his hole, lubricating himself and making it easier for Master Ethan to take control. The anticipation of what is about to happen builds inside him like an avalanche gathering momentum, and his breath comes in quick little gasps as he tries his best to calm the racing thoughts that fill his head, knowing full well there's no escape from this sex dream turned reality now. Ethan positions himself behind Thomas and slowly but surely begins pushing one thick finger at a time into Thomas' ass, taking care not to rush things lest he damage something irreparable inside him. As each digit sinks deeper into Thomas' body, his hole stretches wider, opening itself up like petals of a flower under Master Ethan's gentle yet insistent touch. The sensation is unlike anything the boy has experienced before: part pleasure, part pain - all mixed together in a heady cocktail of debauchery that leaves him wanting more. Meanwhile down below where Johnny's ass was recently ravaged by Ethan's massive butt plug, he discovers its true purpose – as he feels intense vibration emanating from his bowels. At first, he thinks something has gone terribly wrong until he realizes what is actually happening: With every thrust or movement Ethan makes in Thomas's ass and every moan the boy exhales, the butt plug sends waves of pleasure coursing through Johnny's own body; amplifying and enhancing whatever sensations Master Ethan is creating within him. It's like being fucked from the inside out – a feeling that pushes the boy further into madness than even he thought possible. The sounds of pleasure fill the room as both boys moan and grunt with every move their master makes; their bodies betraying them as they succumb to this perverse fantasy world created just for them by none other than Master Ethan himself, who stands before them now – tall, proud and unapologetic about his desires or intentions for them in any way. His cock twitches with anticipation knowing full well that soon enough it will yet again claim both these delicious holes as its own; pounding them into submission under relentless force. His fingers buried deep inside Thomas' hole while simultaneously feeling the rhythmic pulsations from Johnny's ass brought on by the vibrating butt plug beneath him, Ethan decides that now is finally time for fisting – something he has been looking forward to ever since they first entered his chambers. With one last glance downward at both submissive boys beneath him quivering with desire and anticipation alike, he begins by pushing his knuckles into Thomas's now stretched-open ass hole, taking things slow at first to gauge the boy's response and make sure he doesn't cause any irreparable damage. As Thomas gasps and moans from both pleasure and pain, Ethan can feel his body trembling under his touch – a mix of excitement mixed with fear that sends shivers down Master Ethan's spine. With every thrust deeper into Thomas's body, the feeling intensifies: both for the slave as his senses are overloaded by this newfound intimacy, and for him who relishes in exerting power over another person through such extreme means of dominance. The sound of ripping flesh echoes through the room, drowned out only by moans of pleasure-pain emanating from both Thomas and Ethan as they reach heights of sexual intensity never experienced before. As Master Ethan's cock grows harder than it has ever been, he starts moving faster – pumping his fist in and out of Thomas with a furious pace that leaves neo-one guessing about his true intentions or desires in this moment. With each thrust forward, Ethan feels himself becoming more and more possessed by the power he holds over this beautiful creature before him; while simultaneously watching over Johnny's face down below as those powerful vibrations sent coursing through his own body transform the young man from one state of ecstasy to another at breakneck speed. Inside Thomas's ass, Ethan can feel his fingers sinking deeper into flesh that seems almost liquid now; the skin inside the boy's ass being the softest he's ever encountered yet still managing to provide enough resistance to make this entire act all that more thrilling for both participants involved. His hand is surrounded by heat, moisture and unbridled passion as each inch of his arm disappears into Thomas; pushing deeper than even he thought possible until finally there is nothing left of his hand on pulse. Just a massive fist buried deep inside another human being's body – a feat that would be considered [banned word] by most standards but under these circumstances serves only to heighten the experience, including Ethan himself who can feel his own orgasm building up within him. Thomas, on the other hand feels Ethan's fingers stretching him wide open; every inch of his ass being consumed by this immense presence that threatens to engulf him completely at any moment yet still managing to leave room for more – a sensation unlike anything he could have ever imagined before entering Master Ethan's world. The pain is unbearable at times, pushing Thomas right to the edge of his sanity but even then he can feel himself wanting more – needing more in order satisfy this insatiable hunger that seems to grow stronger with each passing second spent inside Ethan's chambers of depravity. Ethan starts punching harder now; taking what was once thought impossible to Thomas and turning it into reality right before their very eyes. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoes throughout the chamber along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from both boys below him whose bodies seem to be on fire with lust and desire for each other under Master Ethan's watchful gaze. Ethan continues punching at a faster and more brutal pace; his fist slamming into Thomas's now gapingly stretched-open ass with a sickening wet slapping sound that fills the chamber. The feeling of power coursing through him is unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it only intensifies as he watches both boys writhe in agony beneath his touch yet still moaning and begging for more. Finally, Ethan feels himself start to slip out of Thomas's wrecked ass hole. As the last of his fist escapes its prison, Thomas's body goes limp with exhaustion and relief – every muscle tensed up from this non-stop assault on his senses. Looking down at the now gapingly open wreck that was once Thomas's ass, Ethan sees a pink cavernous hole staring back up at him; open and gapin, rimmed by swollen blood vessels and torn muscles stretched around it like rubber bands ready to snap at any moment. His cock throbs in response, aching for nothing more than plunging itself into this ravaged orifice and claiming it as his own in every conceivable way possible. Without hesitation, Ethan reaches down between Johnny's legs and frees the butt plug buried deep inside him – revealing yet another gaping hole that's been stretched open wide for Master Ethan's pleasure. With both holes now primed and waiting, he selects two of the largest toys from his collection; each designed specifically to test limits and push boundaries of human anatomy past anything the boys would have ever experienced. As he slides the first monstrous toy, a long but skinny tentacle dildo, into Johnny's ass – feeling it slide past layers of tissue that have been stretched so thin they barely offer any resistance – Ethan can almost taste blood mingling with precum on his tongue; a telltale sign that these holes are more than ready to take what he has in store for them without complaint or hesitation. And so, he begins: pumping the first toy into Johnny while simultaneously pushing the second one, a shorter and thicker cock-shaped dildo, deeper inside Thomas – intent on showing both of them who truly holds power over their bodies and souls. With them lodged firmly inside each boy's ass now, Ethan begins thrusting at a furious pace; grunting and moaning in tandem with his own movements as he watches two of the most perfect creations ever born being pounded into submission under relentless force of his insatiable lust. Ethan's cock throbs harder than it ever has before, leaking precum onto Thomas and Johnny below him; The urge to come growing stronger by the moment as he watches over these two beautiful submissive boys whose bodies have been transformed into nothing more than playthings meant solely for his amusement. And so, he removes Thomas's toy, lines up his cock at the entrance of this gaping hole before him and plunges himself deep inside with a single powerful thrust that sends tremors throughout not only Master Ethan but also the owner of the body being used as a vessel for his darkest desires. Of course, after all the abuse Thomas's hole is loose enough to easily accommodate such an invasion, not even providing enough resistance to make this act satisfying to Ethan's sensitive cock. As Master Ethan slides back out, he lubes up his hand and reaches for his cock once again – this time preparing himself for a dual-penetration unlike any other ever witnessed: he wants to jerk his own cock inside of Thomas's fleshy fuck canal. And so he does, pushing first one then two fingers deep into Thomas's ass as they start moving together in perfect sync with each other; sending waves of pleasure through both boys beneath him that only serve to intensify Master Ethan's own orgasm building up inside him with every passing moment. The master skillfully slides his fist back into the boy's hole, pushing further than ever before, stretching Thomas wider and wider with each thrust. With that it is time to line up his cock once again but this time there will be no gentle entry; Ethan plans on burying himself deep inside Thomas with both fist and cock simultaneously. For Thomas, this means his hole will soon be filled with two massive objects pushing against the walls of his insides: His ass now the ultimate plaything for Master Ethan's sadistic pleasure. Without further hesitation, Ethan positions himself at the head of Thomas's stretched-open ass; lubing up his cock with precum and lube before plunging both his fist and cock into the boy's hole in a single powerful thrust that pushes all boundaries of pleasure and pain even further than before. As he buries himself to the hilt inside Thomas, Ethan can feel every inch of his length disappearing into this gaping void; the heat and tightness surrounding him only adding fuel to the fire burning inside Master Ethan as he watches both boys beneath him quiver with desire and anticipation. Now fully embedded within Thomas's ass, Ethan begins moving – thrusting forward at a furious pace while simultaneously jerking his cock in time with his fist. His other hand reaches around to stroke Johnny's hard cock; teasing it mercilessly as he watches over him from the corner of his eye. As Ethan's orgasm builds inside, he feels himself grow larger and harder still – pushing against Thomas's now seemingly bottomless abyss with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room along with cries of pleasure-pain emanating from those beautiful mouths below: Two souls being molded into perfect creatures meant solely for Master Ethan's amusement. Finally, as the climax reaches its peak and begins to crest over them like a tidal wave, Ethan feels his entire body convulse – every muscle tightening in response as hot ropes of thick cum spill from his cock into Thomas's ass before being pulled back out again by the relentless rhythm of Master Ethan's thrusts. And with each stroke, another wave crashes onto their shores; marking them all as his forever and ever. The wave of climax washes over Master Ethan as his body convulses with each powerful thrust; the sounds of skin slapping against flesh and cries of pleasure-pain echoing throughout the room like some perverse symphony only heard by those who dare to venture into these darkest corners of human nature. As he finishes emptying himself inside Thomas, Master Ethan feels the urge to humilate the boy, reminding him of his place and role in this twisted tale. With a smirk, he leans down and whispers into Thomas's ear, "You know, Thomas, I can barely feel your insides anymore when I fuck you. It's almost as if your ass wasn't designed for a cock, but more as a canal to fist and pump." His words carry weight that sends shivers down the boy's spine; both from embarrassment and excitement at being so deeply marked by Master Ethan. He slowly slides out, leaving nothing but destruction in his wake. Thomas is gaping, his insides clearly visible and the cum Ethan deposited slowly dripping out. Ethan grabs the vibrating plug that used to be stuffed into Johnny, and puts an end to that, stuffing the boy’s hole. Next, it's time for some special attention for Johnny as well: With one hand still firmly wrapped around his cock – now hard as a rock thanks to all the teasing earlier – Ethan pulls back, lining up Johnny's hole with his still engorged member. But instead of simply entering him, Master Ethan decides on adding another level of humiliation before allowing himself this release. Grabbing a handful of Thomas's ass juice from the mess surrounding them on the floor, he forces it into Johnny's ass – making sure that every last drop seeps inside his hole as he grinds against him, pushing and pulling while forcing Johnny to accept this filthy offering from Master Ethan's own hand. With a final push forward, Ethan slides himself deep into Johnny; moaning loudly as he feels their bodies intertwine in yet another act of submission and dominance. And as he begins moving within Johnny, Master Ethan feels himself getting closer and closer to release just minutes after emptying himself inside Thomas. But before that can happen, he pulls back once again, ready to deliver another round of humiliation meant specifically for Thomas's loose hole and shattered pride beneath him. "You see, Thomas, my cum is still pouring out of you while your asshole clamps down on that huge plug," Master Ethan shouts maliciously, "and that is why I kept your friend around: not only for his pretty face and mouth, but also for that amazing ass of his; tight enough to hold my load yet loose enough when I need it." With that final word of humiliation, Master Ethan lets go, unleashing a torrent of cum inside Johnny as their bodies finally give way under pressure building up inside both boys for far too long. As exhaustion finally washes over Ethan, he clarifies "Your hole is meant for stretching, a loose pussy incapable of pleasing my desire to fuck." He then moves towards Thomas who looks completely drained and used as Master Ethan pulls out his still-hard cock from Johnny's ass. With one last glance at both boys beneath him – now soiled with his own seed and the evidence of their submission - Ethan stands up, signaling the end of this particular scene in his ongoing saga of depravity and degradation. The boys look at each other, still affixed to Master Ethan's bed. Their eyes say more than a thousand words: They are happier than they have ever been before. They are both now marked for life as property; serving different uses but always under the same command – to be used however Master Ethan sees fit without hesitation or complaint. And while this may sound like hell on Earth, for them there is no other way they'd rather live their lives than by submitting completely into Ethan's twisted fantasies of control and domination. For in those darkest corners where most fear to tread, lies the ultimate liberation that comes from knowing one's true purpose and embracing it without reservation.

I suppose it's the user of the term, but beneath that simplicity is the thought process inculcated into that person by the cultural group he/she identifies with. On the face of it, I doubt many would argue that aspiring to DEI is a negative notion (unless, obviously, the defendant feels a part of a historically neglected group, and thus anticipates equity of some kind in a "woke" agenda). I don't think we're at a "Brownshirt" moment quite yet, when gangs of thugs roamed the streets a century ago, looking for "the other" to beat up. That said, we've already seen a "kinda-sorta" Torchlight Parade, with unimpressive, home-made flagging, the torches sourced from garden-supply stores. We're on the road to that shocking development, but not quite there yet. There's still time to quell that insidiously selfish instinct, but only if those carrying that burden are voted out of office in decisive numbers. I enjoyed the "pendulum" metaphor, and it's a good one. The problem though, is it can easily swing so far in one direction that the balance is destroyed (i.e, the fulcrum itself becomes un-centered), and then there's nothing but chaos. The more reasonable folks that get on the "woke" side of the pendulum, the better. It's a bit of an "ask" though, given the hard-set "values" the anti-wokers seem so infused with. I guess we'll see in a few weeks. Perhaps. Maybe too quickly? Sadly though, there are generations of folks who grew up with a mindset of "us vs. them", and to the point that those folks will support anti-wokeism to their dying breath. Throw into that sour mix the notion of Religiousity, perverted and twisted from it's ancient/original message by the forebears of the anti-wokers. When (or if) these misguided folks find disappointment in November, the "Brownshirts" may well cause major problems. After all; it's a generational, inculcated identity that will be judged (assuming a Democratic sweep) and found wanting. If anyone thinks that's a bridge-too-far, consider that the Speaker of the House, 3rd in line to the Presidency, is actively trying to "bring about the "End Times" (as described in ancient texts), according to a number of reports. I haven't heard any recordings of him actually saying it out loud, which would prove damning. Thus, I can't personally say whether it's true or not, but it wouldn't surprise me if it were. I too was in business for many years, and encountered similar events within the organization. Once, it got so bad I had to go out to the LA office and fire someone. Completely unpleasant, in every way. However, no business owner can allow one misguided person to infect an entire office with cultural biases or worse. It got so bad (before I even found out) that the rest of the staff didn't dare tell me at first, but garbage like that always surfaces at some point, and they got (a very minor) scolding about letting things get to that point before reporting it. All of which is to agree that we need to keep ourselves aware of what is happening around us, consider where we stand on the issues, and defend those who are unable to defend themselves - across the board. Thanks for that most interesting addition.

A few from this morning , even though I was at the vault last night I awoke needing more 😜

What was he high on?

OMG. Are there now House Rules for every cruising spot in the world? Let‘s do what we have to do: unload/ get loaded. As long as you do not molest someone everything that gets you in a mood is ok. So this one rule is enough. Amen.

I have quite a few but I guess one of my main ones would be hooking up with an older extremely dominant black man. For him to start using me on a regular basis at least a couple times a week introducing me to more and more Kink and more and more rough sex. Eventually putting me in extreme bondage well I'm used. Them one day while I am helpless and in bondage he has at least five of his black buddies over to use me also. After that night it turns into a regular thing where I am gang fucked at least once a week why these men. They are all very dominant rough black men maybe some sort of gang members. Maybe he has guys he knows straight out of prison that are pent up and need a hole to use. I want to be a white boy faggot snow bunny. My other main fantasy involves hooking up with an older very dominant very kinky farmer. Probably can't mention the rest of that fantasy here so use your imagination.

3. Surprise, faggot. It’s Daddy! The man who was fucking me reached his arm out to help me up off the fuck bench and I followed him to the sling room. He introduced himself and said “I’m Justin.” We chatted a little as we walked to the large public sling room. Once my eyes adjusted to the low light, I saw HIM, in one of the slings, taking the cock of a hot, hairy muscle jock of about 25. My older son. FUCK. Adam came out as trans pretty young and his Moms and I were supportive, of course. When he started taking testosterone at 16, it was obvious that this was the right thing for his body. He blossomed into a muscular, confident young man, and hair started growing all over his body, just as I had done when I was his age. He joined the school gymnastics team, and excelled. He was short, strong, muscled and very flexible. I had no idea he was a pig, though. I was about to find out just how much of a pig. There he was, all 5’3” of him, thick furry chest breathing deeply, moaning and begging for the guy inside him to fuck his cunt harder. The guy reached down to play with Adam’s fat furry ass which just made him moan louder. Nothing better than two holes to play with. The guy continued to fuck Adam’s front hole while spewing filth about how his cunt was the best he’d ever fucked, which just made my boy put on even more of a show. The hot jock who was fucking him reached down to kiss Adam and my cock was instantly hard, despite the slam coursing through my veins. I’d never seen something so hot before. Justin looked at me and said “told you this kid was a pig.” I was so turned on that I hardly heard him. He touched my shoulder and I snapped out of the trance of watching my son take a huge cock in his cunt. I laughed and said “fuck yeah. One of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Justin then cocked his head to the side and said “do you know him or something?” “Or something.” He gave me another funny look and we both went back to watching the hot furry jock boy breed my son. His huge uncut cock kept pumping in and out of Adam’s pussy while Adam goaded him on in a low voice. “Come on bro, use my cunt. I know you wanna dump a load in me. Gotta cum inside. Don’t fucking pull that beautiful cock out of me. Shoot INSIDE MY FUCKING CUNT!” The jock laughed and said “dude, I already shot one load in your hole. You want another one, don’t you?” Adam laughed as well and moaned “fuuuuuuck yeah, dude. Give it to me. Knock me up and lube my cunt up so it can take cock all night. I need more loads in my cunt.” The guy sped up and said “you ready for it faggot? You ready to take another load in your cunt? Tell me what you need, pig.” Adam moaned and said “breed me, man. Shoot your load in me. I need it. I’ve taken 6 loads in this sling. Your second load will be seven. I want 20 tonight! Breed me fucker! Come on, give me your load!” The jock laughed again and reached down to kiss Adam while he pounded him hard. Then he moaned and said “here it comes, faggot. Take. MY. FUCKING. LOAD!” He stopped and his legs shook while I saw his nuts draw up into his body and pulse. He was breeding my son with another load of cum. He pulled out, reached over, kissed Adam again and whispered in his ear. Adam laughed and whispered back and furry jock boy walked away. A tall daddy type with salt and pepper fur all over his chest stepped up and immediately slid his cock balls deep into my son’s pussy. FUCK. I was watching another random stranger breed my son. My cock was bursting and had never been harder. The daddy didn’t last long. Clearly Adam’s hole was sloppy, just the way I like ‘em. He quickly dumped load #8 in Adam’s cunt, roaring as he shot what was clearly a huge load. Justin reached over and wrapped his hand around my fat uncut dick while we watched the Daddy dump his load inside Adam’s hole. I moaned as he pulled his cock out and cum oozed from my son, covering his cock head. Justin squeezed my cock again and leaned over to whisper in my ear “you gonna take a turn? Cause I’m gonna fuck that hot little furry thing. He’s sexy as fuck.” I laughed and just said “you first buddy. You dumped a load in me, do him next.” Justin laughed and walked over to the sling. Adam still hadn’t seen me, he was far too focused on getting the strange men in the room to breed him. Justin didn’t wait, he walked right up to Adam and pinched his nipples hard. Adam moaned and said “fuck me, mister. Either hole. Your choice.” Justin laughed and said “how many loads in each hole?” Adam just moaned when he saw Justin’s fat cock and said “five front, two back.” Justin just pulled his foreskin back and slid his cock inside my son. “Then I’ll be number eight, boy.” I moaned and watched this big black stud fuck my boy. Before tonight I had no idea what he was into sexually, now I knew he was a filthy cumdump begging for cock in a sleazy bathhouse’s public sling. Justin pumped Adam and played with the head of his cock while he pounded Adam hard, just the way he’d pounded me. I didn’t dare touch my rock hard cock while I watched Justin fuck my son. “Fuck boy, your cunt is so fucking sloppy. Grab onto my dick as hard as you can,” he said. Adam just laughed and said “how’s that stud? How’s your cock feel in my lubed up pussy?” Justin moaned again and said “that’s it, boy, that’s what I want. Keep doing that.” Adam clearly did his Kegels. He slammed his cock into Adam’s hole over and over again while my son moaned like a filthy whore. Pretty soon, Justin moaned loudly and he dumped another load into Adam’s hole. Justin pinched Adam’s nipples again, kissed him and slid his cock out of my son. “Next? You wanna fuck the kid, Mike?” For the first time, Adam lifted his head up so he could see who Justin was talking to. He got a horrified look on his face, and tried to pull himself up out of the sling. I quickly walked over to his head and gently pushed him back into the sling. “Shhhh…..Baby boy.…..don’t say anything.” Justin was still standing at the back of the sling and said “so you guys DO know each other, huh?” I laughed and said “apparently I’m not the only pig in this family.” Justin got a startled look on his face and said “Wait. WHAT? DUUUUDE. He’s your SON? Holy shit! That’s SO fucking hot. I loaded both of your cunts. Lucky me.” Justin and I laughed, while Adam was still dumbfounded. I turned to him and said “let’s get you out of this sling so you and I can go have a chat. OK, son?” Adam didn’t say a word but let Justin help him out of the sling. He was a little unsteady on his feet for a second. I wrapped my arm around him and turned his face to mine. “Don’t worry, baby boy. We’re gonna have a really good time tonight.” He smiled back at me and said “fuck Dad, I’ve been wanting this for a long time. He reached back and touched the plug in my ass. “Dirty faggot.” We both laughed and I told Justin that we were gonna take a break and told him my room number. “Come by my room in a half hour or so.” Justin smiled really big and said “can I bring a friend?” I laughed and said “I’ll be pissed off if you don’t!” Adam and I quickly made our way back to my room, shut the door sat down on the bed. I kissed him hard on the lips and he moaned loudly. He was ready to become Daddy’s whore.

As old as i am and with the understanding i have i would still would like to get it from such an intense knock up

I've been jacking off all week thinking about converting a neg guy

This story is super hot.

It gets hotter and hotter . . .

Summer 2021 - Living 5 hours away in a small town from a major city prevents one from getting loads to fulfill my inner cum slut cravings. The following week I had to travel for work and figured this was a golden opportunity to calm my inner cum slut. Being attached makes it difficult to get away at times, so a legitimate excuse was needed to ensure that I had a full weekend to explore my desires. 5 hour drive & I’m into the city, checked into the hotel and decided to log online to search for a willing pig top. Being a Thursday night, I wasn’t expecting much action, but to my surprise my profile mesage “sub bttm 4 raw loads” caught the attention of this married horny middle aged hung 34 year old. He replied, be face down, ass up, not lubed, waiting & ready. As he walk in, I could feel my hole twitch in anticipation of his head teasing my hole. He said earlier that he precums a lot and I shouldn’t be lubed as he want to eat my hole first. As his tongue continued to probe my hole I began to moan and beg for his cock. I wanted him to finger me rough, make my hole earn his cock. After a while he asked me, how bad you want this thick cut cock in your fuck hole fag? I replied, Sir, worse than you can imagine and I’ll do anything you want to make sure I earn you load. Without warning holding my throat with one hand he rammed 3 fingers inside my hole until he was knuckle deep. As I let out a loud moan in surprise, his huge hand was preventing me from truly expressing the pain, feeling what seemed my hole rip slightly & then he pulled out. How was that you pig? You like that pig hole stretched and wrecked don’t you! Though I was lingering to be abused hard, I was surprised he started like this.. How long you in town for? 4 days I replied. Perfect he said, you’re going to take my loads while you’re here you fucking cumdump pig. I could tell he was getting into it immediately, suddenly I felt a massive stretch into my hole which hurt like fucking hell and realized it was his hand including his thumb right to his knuckles. I cried out in pain, no stop, I need lube please. He replied, you want me to leave now, if not, you do as I say and take what I give you. You should know your place your faggot. Do like your told and take it. Before I got a chance to reply, punched my side and said I didn’t think so and continued to force his hand inside me to open me up almost fisting me. He started to tease my hole with his huge mushroom head that was leaking precum. As he rubbed his head against my hole I felt that slick precum get pushed inside me. It has been so long since I had a cock plunge inside me. While his head rested against my hole I could feel his cock pulsing covering my entire hole. His cock was pulsing so hard, it was so hard it’s as of he was already cumming with each pulse. As I was thinking that’s it’s, he cum and we’re done without him even fucking me? The next thing I feel is an extreme burning pain as he thrusted balls deep inside me in one go holding my head as he was determined to bottom out. I tried to move forward because of the pain he said, don’t fucking move fag. As he pulled out, his headed popped out of my hole and I felt empty as the pain dissipated. Ramming back inside me again like before and pulling out a few times my hole opened up. Every time he pulled out now I felt empty and hollow which made me beg for it harder. He must have pounded me for 15 mins as his cock started to really stiffen and I could tell he was close. Moments later, I hear him roar as he unleashed 6-7 spurts of cum deep in my guts. It felt so amazing, I feel the hot cum pushing deep inside me as it began to burn from his salty load. I knew that he has ripped me from the burning I was feeling and I was sure I might have bleed a little. As he pulled out, he said, get back here and clean my cock you pig… lick that cock clean before I head to my wife. As I was licking his cock trying to be a eager cock slut I was, he pulled my head off his cock. Staring at me in the dark I could barely make him out. But from what I could see, he was hot, built and very attractive. He asked did I like his cock and load in my hole? I replied yes. Without warning he slapped the side of my face hard saying “yes, Sir”. Afraid to disappoint, I replied Yes Sir. I sucked his clean and swallowed his last few drops of cum before he zipped up and walked out. As the door closed, I reached back to feel my hole as it was so wet, some of his cum had run down my balls and inner leg. Fingering my hole to taste his cum and my ass juice where it was clear that he made my hole bleed a little. My cock was rigid hard and leaking, I shot a huge load into my hand and rubbed it into my hole alongside his load. I head to shower leaving my online post active. …. More to come.

I’m 100% top and for me it’s primal, animalistic in nature. When I’m horny I cannot think rational. Everything is pure base animal lust. When I am fucking I am feeling every sensation of the bottom with the thought of how I’m going to release inside him. Once I grip the neck and feel my self throb and grunt inside a bottom I feel a sense of ownership over the bottom. This is why I hate when they try to push my load out after. Keep my load inside I want it buried deep in you.

I'm only attracted to females. Was very intrigued by an article I read at 16 that said 30% of straight males liked receiving anal. I tried fingers and a bottle in the shower, they were ok. I got a soft small dildo and it felt better but there was some aspect of me being in control of it that didn't satisfy me. I met a guy at 19 and the whole experience was terrible except for the anal penetration. So I tried again, and it was better, then even better the next time. It was super hot and kinky to me. Took 5 or 6 guys over the span of 6 years. Never kissed any of them. Met a top who was really good, could go for multiple rounds, lasted for a long time, but he was obsessed with making out. It grew on me a bit. But it's no comparison to any woman I've kissed. I have absolutely no desire to date a guy, I don't want a boy friend. Just want to bottom sometimes. I can acknowledge men being attractive, but it does nothing for me, looks don't matter. I'm only truly attracted to women.

Part 30 - A Well Meaning Dad 2 Joe and Ric walked into the hotel room and it was spotless, almost like they had never been there earlier. Ric looked around and saw the ice bin with water had been stocked with a few beers and there was a small bottle of tequila with a glass full of limes next to a baggie with a few hand rolled cigarettes and a lighter. Ric looked over and sitting next to the bed on his knees with his hands behind his back was a naked boy about his age, maybe a bit younger. He had a harness on his chest and a thick leather collar around his neck. Looking down, he saw some sort of cage on his cock. “Thank you boy. I’m glad you could make it” Joe said. “Thank You, Sir. Sir Dennis let me in. I hope you don’t mind. The items you asked for are in the bag next to yours” replied Jeff. “I don’t mind at all. Ric, this is Jeff, my sub. I’ve invited him over, since some of the things you’ve told me that you’ve thought about he can help with. Jeff, I want you to treat Ric as you would any of my friends. You will obey him and do whatever he asks. Well, until a little later, but you will know what to do then.” “Yes, Sir” replied Jeff Ric kept looking back and forth at Joe and then Jeff. He remembered stumbling across a web site that had guys in leather like Jeff was dressed, but never thought he would see something like this in person. “Ric, show Jeff your new clothes down and what they look like” Joe said. Ric went about modeling the new clothes. Jeff smiled and even cat called a few times. When he finished he took all of his clothes off and walked over to get a closer look at Jeff. They both looked each other over and Ric was envious that Jeff seemed to have a head start on his sexual adventures and seemed content with his role being subservient to Dave. His gaze at Jeff was broken when Joe’s voice close behind him said “suck his cock, boy.” Jeff finally left his pose and reached up and started to suck Ric’s flaccid cock. Jeff gave close attention to the foreskin and the work from his tongue caused Ric’s cock to harden again. Ric put his hands on Jeffs head and slowly started to fuck Jeffs mouth. As his cock grew, he pushed into Jeff’s throat. Joe stood back, naked, and watched the two young men pleasure each other. When Joe sensed that Ric was getting too close he said “That’s enough, boy. We don’t want him to cum too soon.” Jeff pulled away and left Ric’s balls aching - so close to cumming, but he was not allowed. “Boy, stand next to the bed and bend over. Ric needs to feel your ass wrapped around his cock.” “Thank you Sir” Jeff said as he stood and bent over the bed. Ric felt like he was in a porn movie with everyone following the directors actions. He moved behind Jeff and rubbed his dripping cock up and down the sub’s crack. He pushed in and heard Jeff moan. He fucked and felt Jeff respond by pushing his ass back as he thrust in, his hole massaging his cock occasionally. Ric got into the zone and kept varying the speed and intensity of his fucking. It felt so good, so much better than the few times he had masturbated and much tighter than when he fucked Dave. When he started to get close again to cumming, he said “Do you like that, boy?” Jeff quickly responded “Yes, Sir. Very much” and gripped Ric’s shaft tightly with his ass muscles. That was all Ric needed and he grabbed the back of Jeff’s harness and slammed into his hole three times before shooting his cum inside Jeff’s grateful hole. Ric couldn’t believe that he had that much cum still inside him, this was his fourth orgasm of the day. He slowly pulled his cock out of Jeff and laid down on the bed, breathing heavy. “Thank you, Sir Ric” said Jeff. Joe tossed a water bottle at Ric and said “You should probably drink some water.” Ric drank from the bottle and laid back on the bed. Joe said “Boy, come here please.” Jeff turned around and walked over and started to kneel. “No, stay standing. You have earned a reward.” Joe leaned down and unlocked and then removed the cage from Jeff’s cock. “Thank You, Sir” Jeff said emphatically. Joe led him back to the bed and told Ric to roll over on the bed on all fours. He reached down and slowly pulled the plug from Ric’s ass, hearing him groan until the plug popped free and they watched the hole slowly close back up. Joe looked over at Jeff and his cock was already getting hard, free of the cage. He grabbed the lube and lubed up Ric’s hole and then slicked up Jeff’s cock. Jeff looked shocked as his second master stroked his cock to full length and then moved him behind Ric. He wasn’t sure what to do since he had never fucked anyone and he didn’t want to let Joe down. Jeff looked over and Joe had a big grin and said “Go on boy, you will be the second person ever to fuck Ric. He wants to learn and you were in his shoes only a few weeks ago.” Jeff pushed his cock into the soft, slightly loose hole. Once the head of his cock was inside, he heard Ric moan out “oh yeah, fuck me.” He remembered those first few fucks, where every time was a new experience and his cock twitched. He had never felt it this hard before and pushed in further. He felt Joe’s hand on his ass, directing him to start fucking in and out. He put his hands on Ric’s hips and started to pull Ric back as he thrust in. Soon, he was fucking Ric just like Joe and Kyle had done to him. He loved the feeling of Ric’s warm, wet tunnel around his cock. The strokes got harder and he watched Joe move in front of Ric, pushing his cock into Ric’s mouth This was one of Jeff’s favorite positions when he bottomed, since he could pleasure both of his masters at once. It wasn’t long before all the new sensations on his cock overwhelmed him and he began shooting his newly charged cum into Ric’s near virgin hole. He hadn’t been allowed to cum since the day after he got out of the hospital and his balls were overflowing. His body kept spasming as each shot coated the insides of Ric’s no longer pristine colon. He lost count of the spurts of cum and as they stopped he pulled his cock out of Ric and flopped down on the bed trying to catch his breath. Dennis had quietly walked in and stood in the room watching Jeff fuck his first guy and rubbing his cock through his jeans. By the time that Jeff finished breeding Ric, Dennis was naked and his cock hard and dripping precum. Joe was feeding Ric his cock and heard Ric whine around his shaft when Jeff removed his cock and the sudden empty feeling. With a nod of his head, Joe directed Dennis to fill the now vacant cumhole. Climbing on the bed, he covered his cock head with the cum that was seeping out of Ric’s pussy. He gently pushed in, stretching Ric’s hole wider than it had been with either of the other two cocks he had taken or any of the dildos. Slowly he filled the boy’s chute with his thick shaft. Ric squirmed underneath him as the cock got deeper than anything had ever been and he felt a pressure deep inside him. Dennis gave a final shove and pushed past Ric’s inner ring while forcing Joe’s cock into Ric’s throat. Ric panicked. Unable to breathe and skewered from behind, he couldn’t escape either. Suddenly he felt hands holding his head and hips keeping him stationary as his body started to convulse. Joe loved the feeling of a guy’s throat wretching around his cock, but didn’t want to scare the boy and started to pull back, letting him breathe. Dennis did the same and withdrew his cock until just the head was inside. He started long, slow strokes, filling Ric’s tight hole with cock and then leaving him almost empty. The more that Dennis fucked Ric, the more Ric enjoyed the large cock inside him. His throat was getting raw from Joe’s piercing scraping it each time it got shoved down his throat as he got pummeled from behind. Dennis started to fuck faster. He needed to add his strain into the boy’s cunt and it was all he could think about. He ignored the muffled screams from Ric and kept ramming his cock in as hard as he could, each time plowing through the Ric’s inner ring until it was only a firm squeeze massaging his cock. His balls were boiling, preparing their poison to help infect the young man and turn him into another poz breeder. He wrapped his arms tightly around Ric and felt his body twitch and thrust as his cock pumped his very toxic seed into the young stud. Ric stood there on his hands and knees, sweat dripping off of him, spit dripping out of his mouth and feeling both cocks pull out of his body. Another of his fantasies had now been played out in real life. His body ached and hurt in ways he had never imagined, but he was in heaven. Dennis saw the blood on his cock and the pink cum dripping out of Ric’s tortured pussy. He reached over and picked up the plug and put it back into Ric’s cunt, sealing in all of the seed to let the bugs invade his body completely. “Thanks for helping Ric experience a few new things” Joe said as they moved into the shower and let Jeff clean each of them off. Dennis put his clothes back on and left the room, heading home to his boyfriend. Joe put the cage back on Jeff’s cock, squeezing it in as Jeff was still partially aroused. “Thank You Sir” Jeff said and Joe smiled responding with “You’re welcome, boy. I hope you enjoyed being a top for a change. You can go if you need to.” “Yes, Sir, I do” Jeff said as he walked over and put his clothes on near the door and left. Joe and Ric laid on the bed for a bit relaxing. “There’s another thing I want to show you, so let’s run through the shower and then head out” Joe said, breaking the silence. Ric got a big smile on his face and was in the shower in seconds. When they got out, Joe started to get dressed. He tossed a spare tank top to Ric and said “Wear this, it will show off your body.” Ric put it on along with his jeans and they drove over to the adult book store. Joe walked up to the clerk and bought some tokens and the clerk said “Its busy back there, I bet he’s going to be really popular.” Ric followed Joe into the back area where there were a half dozen guys standing around stroking their cocks. One gray haired guy had a younger thin black guy against the wall and was fucking him, both with their pants around their ankles. Joe stood next to a wall, scoping out the guys that were there and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Ric figured he should do the same, but he felt that everyone was staring at him. A door opened and a college student came out, still zipping his pants up as he walked toward the front door of the book store. Joe waited to see if anyone else was going to take the booth and when no one did, he tapped Ric on the arm and the two went into the booth. Closing the door behind them, Joe stuffed some tokens in the machine and selected a bareback gay porn video. Joe dropped his jeans and motioned for Ric to do the same. They stroked their cocks and Joe kneeled down to peer into the booth next door to see if it was someone looking to fuck or suck and get fucked. The fingers that came through the hole, told him all he needed to know. Joe whispered in Ric’s ear and Ric moved to the hole, pushing his cock through. As the guy on the other side of the wall sucked Ric’s cock, Joe whispered “Don’t let him let you cum right away. If you get too close, pull back.” Ric closed his eyes and let the guy suck him, feeling his tongue all over his cock and balls. Ric’s cock was hard and dripping and suddenly the guy stopped sucking him. Ric let out a quiet “Huh?” and then felt the guy backing his ass up to the wall. His cock touched the guy’s hole and the guy kept pushing back. Ric moved back as well, but not as fast and his cock worked its way into the stranger’s ass. When the guy’s ass was firmly against the wall, Ric started to push in deeper and Joe whispered “Fuck him for a bit and we’ll swap” into his ear. Ric fucked against the wall, trying to get his cock as deep as possible into the guy’s cunt. He found it awkward fucking against the partition but the hole felt so good around his shaft. He kept fucking harder and harder and when his balls started to tighten he pulled back and let Joe shove his cock into the unknown hole. Ric heard the guy on the other booth yell out “Oh FUCK!” when the pierced cock penetrated his hole. Joe drilled the strangers ass a while as Ric kept stroking his cock to keep it hard. Joe pulled out and Ric then took his place and fucked the guy again. Ric couldn’t hold off much longer and felt the impending orgasm take over his body. He shot a few squirts of cum into the guy, but his body was running out of cum. He started to pull back and the guy pulled off his cock and immediately started sucking his cum covered cock. When he thought it was clean, he pulled his cock out of the hole and moved next to Joe. Ric heard the guy say “Thanks” through the hole and then Ric looked at Joe. “Can we go back to the hotel room?” Ric asked. “Sure. I take it you don’t like glory hole fucks?” Joe asked. “No, not really. I like having a body to hold on to and see when I fuck. Sorry.” Ric said. Joe laughed. “Don’t be sorry. You tried something new and found its not for you. You learned something about yourself and that’s good.” They pulled their pants up and walked out of the booth. Several of the guys looked disappointed when they realized the two young studs were leaving. Joe stopped at the clerks counter and bought a butt plug and dildo before walking back to the car. Joe and Ric went back to the hotel room and as they walked in, Joe went over to the bin and asked “Want a beer?” Ric started to say no and then stammered a bit. Joe popped the caps off of two bottles and brought them over to the couch, where Ric was sitting. Ric sipped the beer and looked at Joe, who was staring at him trying to decide if this was another cherry popping. “I’ve had beer and booze before” Ric said. “How about weed?” asked Joe. “Just once” replied Ric as Joe walked over and grabbed the baggie of joints and the lighter. The two sat there watching porn on the TV, smoking and drinking for an hour or so and Ric finally got the courage up and leaned over and started kissing Joe. The kisses got more and more passionate and they spent a long time making out. Ric stopped kissing and got up, pulling Joe to his feet and dragging him over to the bed. Ric pulled Joe’s shirt off and then his pants and socks before taking off his own clothes. Joe was smiling as now Ric was feeling confident enough to be the one taking the lead. He figured Ric was probably a 60/40 or maybe 70/30 vers top and was going to let Ric take control. They laid down on the bed and their bodies were entwined as Ric explored every inch of Joe, mostly with his tongue and hands. Ric’s cock was once again hard as a rock and he pushed Joe’s legs up and forced his cock into Joe’s pussy. He held Joe’s legs wide as he started kissing Joe again while fucking his thick cock deep into Joe’s hole. He fucked harder and harder, his tongue digging deeper into Joe’s mouth. The bed was rocking and squeaking until Ric pulled Joe tight to his body and shot off a few more squirts of cum into Joe’s now sloppy hole. As the orgasm faded, Ric pulled Joe next to him, spooning with his cock back in Joe’s ass. It didn’t take long and both of them were fast asleep. Joe woke up feeling Ric trying to push his hard morning cock into his hole. He rolled over on to his stomach and Ric followed and mounted him, pushing his cock all the way in with one long stroke. “God that feels so good” Ric whispered in Joe’s ear while starting to pump in and out. Joe wasn’t complaining. The boy had almost 9 inches of thick, uncut cock and he was quickly learning how to use it. Joe started coaching Ric, telling him to slow down when he felt he was close to cumming, even pulling out and rimming his ass before plowing his cock back in. Joe flipped over on his back and let Ric mount him again. He looked up at the sexy boy that was pounding him. “I’ve unleashed an animal” thought Joe as Ric looked back at him with a grin and slammed his cock into Joe, who let out a loud grunt as the cock punched through his inner ring. Joe showed him a few more positions, but Joe always was on his back marveling at the young stud’s transformation. Ric couldn’t keep the cum in any longer and lunged into Joe, seemingly trying to put his whole body into Joe's ass. Ric’s body shook and shuddered as he flooded Joe’s gut with more neg cum. Ric fell down on Joe’s chest and kissed him over and over. Ric rolled over on to his back, next to Joe “Thank you Dave. This has been an amazing day and I don’t really want it to end. How much longer do we have?” Joe reached for his phone and saw it was just before nine in the morning. “Not much longer. Your dad is going to be here in about an hour.” “Oh” Ric simply replied, but Joe could see Ric’s mind whirling. After a long pause, Ric asked “Were the other guys you had fuck me poz too?” “Yeah they are. Both are really toxic too” Joe said as he turned on his side to look at Ric. “Oh cool. They were both really hot, but very different. I guess I don’t know what kinds of guys I like. Right now I guess its all of them” Ric said. Joe laughed and replied “That’s a good attitude to have. You will be a lot less disappointed if you keep an open mind and not look for some guy that looks a certain way. There’s a lot of gay and bi guys out there that don’t scream ‘I’m gay’ so it can be hard to find guys that turn you on sometimes. Don’t let it get to you. You’ll get better at finding them as you get more experience. Just observe how they look at you and you can see if they’re checking you out or not.” “Ok” Ric said. Joe knew he wanted to say more and Ric finally asked “Can you fuck me again before my dad gets here? I want more of your poz cum inside me to make sure it happens.” Joe grinned and wasn’t going to turn down one more chance to breed Ric. He spit on his hand and slicked up his cock and pressed the pierced cock head against Ric’s hungry hole. He said “You’re going to make one sexy poz boi, Ric” as he pushed his hard cock in until the head was past his outer ring and paused. Ric moaned as he felt Joe’s cock inside him again, but the ring really fascinated him. He could feel it as it pushed inside him and he had an odd sensation from Joe’s cock as he started to fuck him. He remembered how sore his throat got when Joe had fucked his throat the day before and imagined it was doing the same with his guts. “Fuck me Dave. Fuck me hard. Make me poz just like you so I can earn my next tattoo” Ric begged. Hearing Ric beg him to poz him up put Joe into overdrive. He pounded Ric’s pussy relentlessly, grinding his hips around and digging his cock into as many different parts of his fuck chute as he could. He was slamming hard and staring back at Ric with their eyes locked on each other. Lust and desire was all they saw in each other. Joe’s body was bouncing off of Ric’s ass as the bed rocked. Joe began to grunt with each thrust and Ric egged him on - “Yeah, do it!” “fuck me good” “poz me up!” It was the last one that pushed Joe over the edge and he did exactly what Ric begged him to do. Spurt after spurt of his bug laden seed filled Ric’s now wrecked hole. Ric yelled out “Oh my god YES!!!” as he felt the cum fill his body. Joe looked at Ric, his eyes were closed and a huge smile was on his face. Joe slowly pulled his cock out and reached for the butt plug he bought at the book store the night before. He coated it with the bloody cum on his cock and pushed it in. Joe moved around and tapped his cock on Ric’s face and Ric turned and swallowed his cock down. After licking and sucking for a few seconds he pulled back and asked “Why does your cum taste so different this time?” Joe chuckled and said “Thats your blood mixed with my cum. My PA kinda wrecked the walls of your ass. Don’t worry, it'll heal in a few days but you’ll be sore. It will make you remember our time together. It helps the bug get inside you though, so if the other loads didn’t do it this one probably did.” “Oh fuck yeah” Ric said as he dove back down on Joe’s cock and cleaned every drop of cum he could find, savoring the coppery sweet cum taste. Joe pulled his cock back and said “We have to run through the shower. Your dad will be here soon.” They went into the shower and washed each other up before Ric held Joe tight and passionately kissed him while grinding their bodies together. Joe playfully tapped the plug in Ric’s ass and then spanked his ass cheek before pulling away and taking one last rinse and got out of the shower. He tossed a towel to Ric yelling “Only got five minutes” and headed out to put his clothes on. He got his jockstrap on when there was a knock at the door. Ric was still putting gel in his hair and primping it like Enrico had showed him, so Joe went to the door and cracked it open. “Dave? Ric?” the guy said as Joe was checking him out. He looked like an older version of Ric. His face had a look of both worry and excitement. Joe opened the door the rest of the way and Frank walked in. “Wow, you look better in person than the pictures” Frank said. “Ric’s in the bathroom getting ready. We just got out of the shower” Joe explained. “I know I’m a bit early, but I was kind of anxious to find out if Ric’s ok and if he had a good time” Frank said. “Yeah, I think it went well, but the real judge is Ric. You have a great son there, Frank. You should be proud of him.” Joe said. “Oh, I am. I just want the best for him” Frank replied before whispering to Joe “Uh…. I gotta ask… Is he really… gay?” “Oh yeah, he proved that pretty quickly. I hope you’re ok with it and it won’t change how you feel about him” Joe said quietly back. “Oh, it won't. And, did you fuck him? And… knock him up?” Frank asked, embarrassed. Joe looked at Frank quizically and slowly said “Yeah, we both fucked each other.” Frank could tell Joe was unsure about the question and said “I saw your tattoo in the pictures. One of the reasons I chose you was that I’m guessing you are poz and I wanted Ric to get it out of the way and not have to worry about becoming poz. It’s going to happen sometime if he’s gay, right?” Joe was shocked. The guy wanted Joe to poz his son? What the fuck? “It doesn’t have to happen. There’s ways to prevent it. Condoms, prep, being careful with who you fuck” Joe said. “Yeah, but its easier to just get it over with and he can now do everything without worry” Frank said. About that time, Ric walked out of the bathroom, wearing his new jeans and the muscle tee they had gotten the day before. “Oh my god” Frank gasped as he saw his son. “I didn’t expect you to do anything but talk and maybe have some fun.” “You like it dad?” Ric asked tentatively. “You look so handsome. Sexy even” Frank said as he walked around looking at the hot young man. Ric smiled as his dad gave his approval and the brief tension in the air was gone. “Ric, I guess your dad had another mission for me that he didn’t tell me about. He wanted me to poz you. What do you think about that?” Joe said, feeling like he had been set up. Ric looked at his dad, surprised and said “You did?” “Yes, Ric, I did. If you’re gay, not straight, you should enjoy having sex with men and not worry about getting infected. I’ve missed out on having sex with other men so many times because of that fear and the chance of giving it to your mom.” Ric couldn’t believe his ears. His dad likes to have sex with guys too? He felt his cock stiffen in his tight jeans and the bulge got more visible. Without even thinking he said “You should let Joe fuck you. He’s a lot of fun.” It was Frank’s turn to look shocked. His son wanted to watch him get fucked by another guy? A poz guy? “I think its only fair, Frank. I bet you want to have a young jock fuck you to make up for all those times you didn’t satisfy your urges. We have some time before we have to check out of the room…” Joe said as he moved toward Frank and started to pull his shirt off. Ric reached for Frank’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Frank just stood there as the two younger men stripped him, unsure what to say. He finally said “I shouldn’t.” “Come on dad. I’ve just had the most amazing time of my life and you should get some too” Ric urged. Joe pushed Frank to his knees and pulled his cock out of the pouch and rubbed it on Frank’s lips. Frank opened his mouth and started to suck like a starved animal. Joe smiled as Frank devoured his cock and thought “this guy has sucked a lot of cock in his life.” Ric stood back rubbing his crotch as he watched his dad suck Joe’s cock and quickly realized his dad was no stranger to giving blowjobs. Ric unbuttoned his tight jeans and pulled them off, revealing his cock straining inside the pouch of his jockstrap. Freeing it, he began to stroke it and then saw Joe motion to come next to him. Soon, Joe had his arm around Ric as Frank went back and forth, sucking each cock before moving back to the other one. Ric looked down, watching his dad suck his cock, flicking his tongue around the shaft and licking his balls. As he got really excited, his dad moved over to Joe’s cock and repeated the actions. Joe couldn’t take much more and wanted to see if Frank’s ass was as good as his son’s. Joe pulled his cock out of Frank’s mouth and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him towards the bed. Frank knew what was going to happen and climbed on the bed, on his knees, with his ass over the edge. Joe laughed as he watched Frank assume the position like a pro. Joe grabbed the lube from the table next to the bed and pushed some in deep with his finger. Frank moaned as he was penetrated for the first time in over a year. Joe felt Frank’s hole open up and he added a bit more lube and two fingers this time. Ric was stroking his cock, watching Joe prep his dad’s ass for his poz fuckstick. Joe moved behind Frank and rubbed the piercing and his dripping cockhead on Frank’s hole. He pushed in, watching the piercing and his cock disappear into the starving mancunt. Frank’s moans filled the room as Joe pushed deeper into his hole. Ric watched as his dad was filled with cock. He stopped stroking for fear of cumming too soon and knew Joe would fuck his dad for a while. Ric took his shirt off, revealing the fresh tattoo, and climbed on the bed in front of his dad. His dad opened his mouth and Ric pushed his throbbing cock in. As Joe’s thrusts got harder Ric just had to stay in one place as his dad’s mouth and throat got impaled on his cock. He leaned forward and pulled Joe in for a kiss while his dad got spit roasted. Joe started to really pound Frank and felt his piercing tug as it dug in along the tight walls of Frank’s neg tunnel. Joe stopped kissing Ric and bent over Frank’s back and whispered in his ear “You’re very observant. Yeah, I’m poz and not on meds so I’m really toxic. I knocked your son up and now its your turn. You can convert together.” Joe’s thrusts got harder and harder, almost throwing Ric backward from Frank’s body being shoved forward. “Yeah that’s so hot, Dave. Breed his ass!” said Ric just as Joe felt his balls start to tighten up and his cock began to shoot its deathseed into Frank’s hole. He paused only a moment for the first few spurts and then started to ram in, pushing the remaining spurts in deep. As his cock stopped twitching and shooting, he looked at Ric and said “Your turn, I think your dad needs to feel how good that cock of yours is.” Ric was shocked but as horny as he was right now, he quickly bounded off the bed and took Joe’s place. His cock easily slid into the gaping hole that Joe left. He thrust in most of the way and felt his cock hit a wall. He started pounding and his dad began screaming around Joe’s cock which was now deep in his throat. After several punches in, he felt the blockage give way and his cock head was past his dad’s inner ring. He loved pounding in and feeling all of the toxic cum that Joe had dumped in his dad coat his cock. With all of the edging he had been doing, it wasn’t long before he grabbed his dad’s hips and drove his cock all the way in and started shooting his load deep inside the man who had made him. Ric pulled his cock out of his dad and Joe climbed off the bed. Frank fell forward on the bed, exhausted. “Oh my god that felt so good. I haven’t had a raw cock in me in almost 20 years. I forgot how much better it is” Frank said breathlessly. Ric looked down on the bed and there was a large pool of cum where his dad had shot while he was being fucked. He desperately wanted to lick it up and taste the seed the had created him. Joe must have been thinking the same thing, since he scooped up some of Frank’s seed and fed it to Ric before tasting it himself. After several minutes, Frank got up off the bed and turned around seeing Joe and Ric, kissing. It turned him on watching his son kissing another guy, especially one as sexy as Joe. When the two stopped kissing and were standing side by side, Frank noticed the tattoo. “Oh my god. Your mother is going to shit bricks. A tattoo?” Frank exclaimed. Joe and Ric smiled. “Yeah, I wanted it and I’m old enough to get one. I even paid for it” Ric told his dad proudly. “Well, it does look good except that you only have chest hair on one side. If you’re like me, that forest will grow back pretty quickly. Can I shower, I don’t want my wife to smell the cum on me” asked Frank. Joe chuckled since he knew that the seed would be inside him for a while and no shower was going to wash it off. The three of them showered together with Ric going down to his knees and sucking his dad’s cock. He was rewarded with a few spurts of cum in his mouth which he let sit on his tongue, absorbing the flavor. The three dried off and dressed. Frank walked over and hugged Joe whispering “Thanks for everything. This turned out better than I could have hoped.” Frank reached into his pocket and peeled off three hundred dollar bills and stuffed it in Joe’s pocket and grabbed a quick feel of his cock. Joe walked over to the desk and wrote down the info for the clinic and gave it to Ric. “You’re probably going to need to go here in a few weeks. You probably will get a bad flu. If you don’t, go to the clinic in a month and get tested. And let me know how things go. You’ve got a lot to offer guys, Ric, and deserve to have a lot of fun and maybe even meet the right guy.” Joe turned to Frank “That goes for you too” as he patted both of them on the back. Frank and Ric walked out the door and Joe walked back and fell on to the bed, drained. After a few minutes, he got up and collected his stuff and put it in his bag. He grabbed the remaining joints and put them in the side pocket to give back to Dennis. Leaving the room he was feeling elated. This had been one of the best gigs he had done in his short escorting career.

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