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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.

3. “What the fuck am I doing,” I said out loud standing in front of my bedroom mirror. It was 1 in the afternoon, I had half an hour before I needed to leave for Sir’s place…if I was going to leave for Sir’s place. I’d gone back and forth with myself for several restless hours during the night and the whole morning. Now I stood, pretending I was unsure of what I was going to do, in just a jockstrap in front of my mirror. I’d never really been one for jockstraps. My ex and I had bought them because we’d thought they might be sexy but it hadn’t done much for us. Or at least that’s what we had told each other. Wearing it now felt right. The thin white pouch clung to my constantly hard dick forming what I thought was a somewhat impressive mound. The thick waistband accentuated my athletic frame, my dense treasure trail leading down from my bellybutton and diving beneath it. I turned to look at my ass and appreciated how the straps held my thick lightly furry cheeks up. I looked hot. I felt hot. I felt like… one of the bottoms I saw in porn. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, slipped into a pair of Converse, and left for Sir’s house. He lived just on the other side of campus, and only a few blocks from the gym where he’d met my ex. I found his house easily enough and then stopped across the street looking at the perfectly ordinary suburban house. This moment felt somehow monuments, like this was my last moment to go back. If I crossed that street, walked up the tidy front path and knocked on his door I was sealing my fate. If I made it that far I was committed, though I wasn’t really sure to what. To getting fucked by Sir, a man who’s face I had never seen, a fact I had only really thought about on my walk, or to getting fucked by a room full of men… what did he have planned for me. In the end both possibilities made my dick throb in my jock. At precisely 2pm, I took a deep breath, crossed the street and walked as confidently as I could up to Sir’s front door. I had almost expected that my ex was going to open the door, naked, collared and caged; but instead HE opened the door. Towering above me was a massive hulk of a man. He had a square rugged face, with dark twinkling eyes, and a thin handsome mouth. A short tough looking beard covered his strong chin. His hair was cut short, though slightly longer on the top and flecked with gray through giving him a distinguished look and an innate air of authority. He wore a white tank top the showed off his broad shoulders and revealed the thick sprawling mass of hair that covered his round firm looking pecs. My eyes traveled down to his shorts and stout tree trunk legs. His shorts were small, fatigue green, and left little to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline of his cock pointing off to his left. “I saw you across the street, there was a moment when I thought you might just make a run for it… but no… you want this too bad don’t you.” He grabbed his crotch and shook his cock. My mouth went dry and all I could do was nod. “I can’t hear you boy.” “Yes… yes Sir.” I stammered. “Good. Come inside.” He stepped back making space for me to enter. I don’t know if I’d thought I was going to walk right into a sex dungeon or what exactly but I didn’t expect Sir’s house to be so normal. The front room was smartly decorated with a hit of retro that fit the house’s Midcentury vibes. As I looked around more thought I noticed that almost every photo, painting, or piece of art was of men in various stages of undress and often in provocative positions. “Take your shoes off and follow me,” Sir said, and started off up a staircase. I followed him to the second floor and down the hall where he opened a door to a spacious bedroom. “Here’s what’s going to happen boy,” he said turning to face me. “I’m going to give you the exact same treatment I gave you ex. I want you to see how I turned him from your loving boyfriend into my horny little cumdump, and if all goes well for you, you’ll end up right next to him downstairs in the play room begging for loads from me and all my horny friends.” “But he didn’t know that’s what you were doing… did he?” “Not in as much detail as you,” he took a step towards me closing the gap between us, “but I was honest with him. I told him,” as he got closer to me he lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, “that once he’d had a real man’s raw cock inside him your condom covered dick was never going to be enough. I warned him that raw cock was addictive and once he had that first load inside him he’d want more. I told him… that, if I was right about him, once I’d bred him he’d be mine… and I was right.” He was right in front of me now, his mouth inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. “After he took that first load he couldn’t get enough. He was begging me to fuck him again later that day. He didn’t even feel guilty about cheating on you once he felt my hot load inside his hole. Two days later I had him on his back in this very bed desperate for another load.” His hands came to rest on my sides and I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through my body. “The next week it wasn’t just my loads he was after he wanted me stretch out his hole help him take cock better.” He started to pull my shirt off over my head. I was putty in his hands. “He wanted me to ruin him. Then it was only two more weeks before that wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want a nice open fuck hole, he wanted me to turn his hole into a cunt. He wanted to have a wrecked cumdump hole.” He dropped my shirt on the ground and started to undo my pants. My heart was pounding so hard I was certain I was shaking. “Then it wasn’t enough to be horny bottom, he wanted me to become a proper sub pig. He wanted to be owned. I made him beg for two weeks, each time getting more and more of his fantasies out of him.” My pants fell around my ankles and I stood there in nothing but my jockstrap hard as a rock. “That’s when he told me he wanted to be gangbanged, to be bred over and over again. That he wanted to be made into nothing but a sex toy, a hole to be used. He told me about how he wanted his hole stretched and trained, to be gaped and fisted. That he wanted to be the ultimate pig.” He grabbed the back of my head and held my face close to his. “But all that started with this,” and he pulled me into a kiss. His tongue pushed roughly into my mouth, forcing my lips apart. I moaned into his mouth and melted into the kiss. I pressed myself against his body. One of his hands kept a firm pressure on the back of my head holding me in the kiss and the other pressed into the small of my back. It was so intimate and yet so forceful. I felt trapped but not from anything I’d ever want to escape. I wrapped my arms around his neck holding myself tight to him. Eventually he broke the kiss and smiled at me, a low growl coming from deep in his throat, “Good boy.” He stepped back and pulled his own shirt off and then walked towards the bed. Just before sitting down he shoved his shorts to the ground and kicked them off. When he turned back around perched on the edge of the bed he was completely naked, his beautiful meaty cock pointing straight upright. I stared at it unable to look away. It was even more impressive in person. It was darker than most of his skin, with several thick veins twisting across its taught surface. Hanging below were two pengulus balls, that somehow just looked like they produced massive amounts of cum. Then surrounding it all was a wide dense thicket of pubes the likes of which I had never seen. I was by no means smooth, but this… this was a man’s bush. “Are you just going to look or are you going to get on your knees and suck my cock boy.” I blinked like I was coming out of a trance and said, “Yes Sir!” before kicking my pants off and practically running over to him. I feel to my knees between his legs and reached out shaking hand. His cock felt hot in my hand and impossibly hard. I looked at it a moment longer, taking in the wide shaft, the blunt precum slicked head, and then opened my mouth and started trying to swallow its monstrous length. “Good, good boy. Get my cock nice and wet. Slobber all over it,” he said as I worked my way down his shaft. “That’s it, take that cock,” he put one hand on the back of my head and pushed down a little. I struggled not to choke but was determined to impress him. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted to make him feel good. But there was something else, and I didn’t realize it till his hand was on the back of my head and I was struggling for breath but still gobbling down his cock… I wanted to show him I was a better boy than my ex. I was so lost in the revelation of my competitive urges that I didn’t notice how much of his cock had gone down my throat till my nose hit his pubes. Feeling the hair on my face my eyes flew open and I suddenly gasped. Except I couldn’t gasp because my throat was full of hard pulsing dick. Sir chuckled, and let up the pressure. I pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, my eyes watering a little and thick spit coving my mouth and dripping down my chin. “Good boy, you lost yourself for a minute there and really started to deep throat me. Getting my cock down your throat takes practice. It took your ex two weeks to get that far.” I smiled to myself at that. “Oh you like hearing that don’t you? Are you feeling a little competitive?” “Maybe Sir.” “Like you’ve got a little something to prove?” “I guess so Sir.” “That’s alright, its probably only natural in your… unusual circumstances. Now come on, get my cock down your throat again. Show me how badly you want it in your hole.” I dove forward, even more determined to impress Sir than before. I managed to get about two thirds of the way down his shaft this time before he had to add pressure to help me. I started breathing through my nose, taking big breaths when I pulled back, and letting it out as I gobbled him up. “Good boy, work my cock. It feels good to service me doesn’t it. It feels good to choke on my cock. You can take a little more.” He pressed on the back of my head and the rest of his cock slid down my throat. I gulped one last big breath of air, and shoved my nose in his pubes. I swallowed and gagged, working my tongue around his thick shafts. My jaw hurt. My mouth felt stretched to breaking. For a moment I felt like I was going to pass out and then he pulled me back, his cock falling from my gaping mouth, and I gasped for air. “I knew you could do it. Good boy.” He pulled me up by my armpits and dragged me into another kiss. His arms wrapped around me, holding me to him. His tongue invaded my mouth. I kissed him back, throwing my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His hands traveled down my body till they were cradling my ass. Slowly his fingers inched along pulling at my cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he slowly pried my cheeks apart, his fingers getting closer and closer to my hole. When the first digit pressed against my tight nearly virgin hole I moaned into his mouth. My ex had fucked me a few times, always safe, outside of that I had been fucked maybe five times in my whole life and always by fairly average or small cocks. I had no idea how Sir’s massive cock was going to fit in my hole but I knew I wanted it to. “Good, good,” he cooed as his finger pressed against my hole. “Make that tight little hole wink for me. It won’t be tight for much longer.” “Fuck Sir!” “You want my load don’t you boy? You want me to breed you?” “Yes Sir!” “Yes Sir what?” “I want you to breed me! I want you to give me my first load!” “Just like your ex boyfriend, I rubbed his little pink hole for two seconds and he was begging me to shoot my load inside him.” He brought one of his fingers up to my mouth and pressed it past my lips. “Get my finger wet boy,” he commanded. I did as he said and slobbered all over his thick finger. The he took it back and started rubbing my own spit onto my hole. He pressed the tip of his finger against my tight ring, pushing another moan out of me. Suddenly he pulled me up, tossing me onto the bed so I landed on my chest with my ass in the air, he got behind me and smacked me on the ass. I let out a yep and was about to say something else when I felt his stubble on my ass cheeks and his tongue flicked across my hole. All words left me when I felt the warm wetness of his tongue. I moaned and pushed my ass back instinctively. I understood how my ex had been corrupted so easily. This man, he gave off this aura that made you want to serve him. It seemed to override your own thoughts and desires and tap into something instinctual and primal. He brought something out in you that you’d never known was there. I’d felt it even just in his messages, but now that I was in his presence… in his grasp… it was even more powerful. I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, burying my face into the bedsheets. He held onto my hips, keeping me in place as I writhed with pleasure. Back and forth his tongue flicked, dancing across my hole, smearing spit all over my ass. I knew he was priming me for his cock and that made it even hotter. “It feels good to submit to me doesn’t it boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, this isn’t just about my pleasure. You need to enjoy it too. Its you giving into the pleasure that will make you mine, that will lead you down the path to being a cumdump. Let go, and let it feel good.” “Oh fuck, yes Sir! It feels so good!” “I want you to take a deep breath boy, hold it, count to ten and then let it out very, very slowly; and as you do, imagine every muscle in your body letting go and going limp. Can you do that?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Deep breath in…” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and held it and then after ten seconds let it out very slowly. I imagined a wave washing over me and as it hit each part of my body it relaxed, all of the tension went away. When the wave reached my ass I imagined my cheeks becoming soft and my hole becoming slack. Sir sensed his moment and pressed his tongue against my hole again. This time he wasn’t just licking around my hole but pushing into me. As the wave continued over me my hole opened for him and his tongue slipped inside. I moaned into the bed. Sir growled his appreciation as he began to make out with my hole. I was putty in his hands. My body stayed relaxed, as if it had no other choice. Sir’s tongue invaded my ass and worked me open. He slathered spit all over me, working it inside of me preparing me to be opened wider that I had ever thought possible. He pulled his tongue back, and I heard him spit. I felt his finger again, carrying a thick wad of spit. He rubbed it on my hole and then worked the tip of his finger past my tight ring. “Same thing again boy, deep breath, hold it for ten and let it out slowly.” Compulsively, I followed his instructions. Breath in, count to ten, breath out and imagine the wave. This time when Sir sensed his moment he pushed forward not with his tongue but his finger. It was easier than I could have dreamed. My hole bloomed open for him and his finger slid easily inside. “Holy shit!” I screamed. “Good boy, good boy,” he said patting my ass with his other hand, “You’re doing so well, you’re going to make Sir so happy. That’s just one finger boy, imagined how good my fat cock is going to feel inside you. You’ll be moaning like a whore.” “Fuck Sir! I want it so bad.” “Want what boy? I cant give you what you don’t ask for.” “Your cock Sir! I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me! I want your load.” “Good boy.” He started twisting his finger around and around, siding it in and out of my hole. I groaned each time he moved it. He spat on my hole against and I felt another finger press into me. I imagined the wave once more and felt my hole spread to allow as a second finger inside. He worked my hole with two fingers for a few minutes and then dropped another wad of spit onto my slicked ass and began to work a third finger into me. He spread and twisted his fingers pulling at my ring. Little by little he opened me, making sure my hole was used to being spread wide. I just lay there, ass up, pushing back against his fingers, and took it. There wasn’t a drop of resistance in my mind as he stretched my hole wider than it had ever been stretched. I had never imagined myself a bottom, let alone a sub bottom. In all of my fantasies and porn watching being stretched open by a burly dominant man with a massive dick had never come up. Yet now that I was in Sir’s presence it was all I could think about and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t imagine not giving in to him.

Which is why I ditched the "smallish" (but second-largest population in Illinois, including the burbs) burg as soon as I could. After H.S., off to school, and I only went back to visit on birthdays, anniversaries, funerals, etc. I was actually afraid of what might come out of my mouth, once the political shitstorm started to fly. Did my duty when the parents got old, but that was it.

Love it when a guy tells me he’s going to knock me up or get me pregnant. Verbal definitely gets my cock rock hard. Hot story.

The book "Gender Queer" was one of those that was found in Florida Public Schools. Pinellas County -- traditionally a more liberal Florida county that includes cities like St. Petersburg -- found it and pushed for removal. Others have been found throughout the state, and parents who attempted to present the findings to the Clay County school board during public comment were shutdown quickly. From the meeting, available on Youtube: “Are you going to listen or are you going to run your mouth?” the school board member said. “You’ll get it back. But, you’ll get it back to talk about something besides reading pornography into a public television set.” Wasn't that the point? If it couldn't be read during the Clay Count School Board meeting because of pornographic content, why should children be given unfettered access to the same material? And Florida isn't the only place where it happened. In Clark County, Nevada, the same sort of exchange happened and a citizen was removed under similar circumstances. So those are two in Florida. One in Nevada for good measure. So it could be contended that there was inappropriate reading material that would fall within the law's purview.

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I was born with an oral fixation so the foundation was there but I have to say that my experience as a swimmer and in meditation helped me control my breathing and hold my breath for extended periods of time and that’s a game changer. That said I was lucky enough to have found a mature black straight guy who loved getting sucked off by white boys who fed me his dick many times and coached me along the way training me and teaching me how to use my tongue and throat to give maximum pleasure

What a great twist... Ethan removes his competition by reducing Johnny to another slave. Loved it!

Where do hot, animal BB fuckers like you hide😋? For Tops that have the size, to cause pain, I want to feel it ploughing deep into my guts & for the explosive seeding that my cunt will force out of his meat. BB is raw & a good seeding goes with it. No pullouts🍆💦💦🤛💪♨️.

Yeah...I feel like if you're getting fucked bare you should assume you're allowing the guy to cum in you. It's an unspoken agreement. Like what would be the reason you wouldn't want it? The risk isn't in being ejaculated in, it's the initial act of bare backing

Oh I do have control alright... I use my ass muscles to milk his cock -- creating a pulsating action to make him cum... And I use my hands to grab his hips to make sure that when he is ready to ejaculate, he is not pulling out.

Part 6 I couldn't believe what I had done since arriving at the carnival and I loved every minute of it. I loved the smells, the rides, everything it had to offer and I swore to myself that I would return now every year when it was going to happen. I walked through the maze of tents setup and stopped and saw a few of the toys and other apparel that was offered and a sound caught my attention. It was someone crying. I looked around until I got closer and saw that it was a young man sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to him and he was openly crying. I walked up to him and sat next to him and asked him if he was ok. He looked up at me and saw the concerned look I was giving him and I could see this young man was heart broken. He looked like he was just 18 like me and his blue eyes peering through his thick black hair would mesmerize anyone who looked into their depths. I rubbed his back and it seemed to help calm him down and when he stopped crying he talked to me. He went to tell me that he came here with his boyfriend and he thought they were having a great time with everything and then he decided that after everything that was seen here that his boyfriend said that he wasn't man enough for him and dumped him in search for a more manly man. I was shocked and appalled that some guy would do that here and to such a sweet looking young man. I reached out and pulled him to me and told him that he didn't deserve him if he would do that to you and if your ex truly did that to you that he wasn't a man at all. I picked him up and got a better look at him. He was a very cute young man with a very toned body and a lovely bubble butt. I gaped when I saw the monster dong swinging between his legs right above a nice sack of round big balls. He saw me looking with lust in my eyes and smiled at me when I broke my gaze and looked back up at him. I told him that he was beautiful and anyone with half a brain would see that. This made him giggle and made his cock pulse with excitement at the complement. We walked over to a picnic table and talked some more and he told me that he was here to finally get his cherry popped and get converted at the same time and his now ex wanted to do it here with as many different guys and strains as possible and he thought it was all ruined now. I smiled at him and told him that he shouldn't let this discourage him from getting it done and I explained that I too was here to get as many poz loads as I could in me to convert as well and that I was already well on my way to meeting my goal and I didn't want to stop. He smiled at me afterI said that and looked me over and said he loved my body especially with the ink and the piercings. I told him that I just had them done here and if he wanted them as well I would take him back to the tent where I had just gotten them done and they would gladly do them for him as well. His blue eyes sparkled at hearing this and he was so excited he jumped up to me and kissed me full on the mouth but quickly jumped back thinking he went too far. I was surprised he did that and I pulled him back over to me and started to deeply makeout with him pushing my tongue into his mouth making him moan as he battled my tongue with his own. We pulled apart and I said that I was happy he kissed me and that he was a sexy young man and kissed him some more. We both started to rub our hands all over each other and reached down to his ass and found his hole and started to circle around it. He started to whimper at my touch and I reached up and slid my finger into his mouth and he sucked on it like it was a lollipop. After it was all wet I reached down again and circled his virgin hole once more. His whimpering started up again and increased more when I pushed my finger into his tight hole. I could feel him clench around my finger and I whispered to him that he needed to breathe and relax. He took a deep breath and pushed out some, allowing me more access into this virgin hole. I kissed him and distracted his mind as I pushed a second finger into his tight hole making him moan and get looser. This went on for a moment longer and he broke the kiss asking me if I would do the honor of being the first man in him. I smiled at him and reminded him that I most likely wasn't poz yet and he said it didn't matter to him. He told me that because of the kindness I showed him that I was who he wanted to be the cherry popper. This made my cock jump with excitement and I was ready to try out my new prince albert so I kissed him one more time and thanked him for this gift and spun him around and bent him over the table. I dove with much gusto and started to rim his tight hole like it was my last meal. I was met with only a little resistance but I was able to insert most of my tongue into his hole. He was shaking with so much excitement knowing what was going to happen. I wanted to see the look on his face when I penetrated him for his first time so I spun him around and he sat down on the table and started to suck my cock. He may have been a anal virgin but this guy knew how to suck a cock taking me all the way down his throat in one shot. He slobbered all over my cock and made me moan when he pulled back to the tip and swirled his tongue around my newly pierced head. I knew I would be cumming soon so I pulled him up and laid him on his back on the table. He looked at me and I could see the nervousness in those blue eyes and I told him again just to breathe and relax. I aimed my cock to his hole and it took every ounce of control not to just shove it to the hilt but I wanted to make his first time with anal sex enjoyable so he wouldn't be afraid of it in the future. He winced as I pushed the tip in and I stayed still allowing him to calm down from it and when he did I continued to push onwards. His ass felt so amazing and tight as I pushed inch by inch into him pausing each time to let him adjust and when I was balls deep in him I smiled at him and told him he did it. He panted and smiled at me saying I felt amazing in him and that he never knew he could feel so full and happy with another man's dick in him. I kissed him once again and thanked him for letting me be the first to pop his tight cherry and proceed to show him the true pleasures of anal sex. I went at a slower pace at first to let him adjust and after a few mins and a few popper hits he told me to not hold back and fuck him like an animal. I didn't need anymore encouragement and started to pound his hole. I could feel my piercing scrape his insides and I could see some blood spill out when I pulled all the way out and plugged back in. This drove him into a frenzy as he shouted and moaned bringing with it an audience. I told the onlookers that this was his first time getting fucked and everyone around started to appluaed and shout that I was a truly lucky guy to being his cherry popper. He clenched his hole around my cock and the suction with it brought me over the edge and I roared as I slammed my cock as hard and deep as I could erupting into his hole. It felt like gallons of cum was spilling out of me into his hole and I felt like i was going to black out from all of the excitement but I looked down at him just as his cock was shooting a massive amount of cum from his full balls. All the guys that weren't jacking off applauded me again as I pulled my cock out of this newly fucked hole and they gasped at seeing his gapping hole. I saw that the guys who were jacking off came in closer and asked if it was ok if they shot their loads into his hole before it tightened up again. I looked at him and he smiled saying that's why he came. They all smiled and got close by the time they were all doneThis boy had six loads in his hole before it closed up some. I picked him up from the table and he thanked everyone for their loads and said he hoped they were poz and it would help with his goal. They all said that their loads were highly toxic and they would do him right. He smiled at me again and kissed me and when I broke the kiss I told him it was time to go get him inked and pierced and he smiled and nodded. He took my hand and guided it to his ass pushing three of my fingers in it and told me to lead the way.

All he needed to do was say something like "no but thanks". Instead he proved himself to be an utter asshole.

Part 2 first a slut then a pig P: How do you feel baby. Do you feel how the G is coursing through your body. T: oh yes sir, I have never felt so horny and ready to serve in my life On Peter's face came a big grin, this guy was far from knowing what he was getting into and what it meant to serve a real alpha male. He had only received a light dose of G and this was just the beginning. Peter couldn't wait to teach his new toy what it was to serve and to keep him stuffed with cum and chems. P: I love to hear that honey. I love hearing you say you're ready to serve. P: do you think your body already looks like a bitch in training. T: I feel ready sir. But I don't know if my body is satisfying for you. The G flowing through Tj's body brought out his submissive side. That was already a good sign, Peter would still break Tj's mind though so that he would fully release his inner slut. But if the light dose of G was already brought this out then he wouldn't have much work to do to make TJ bring out his true self a real pig. P: You may feel ready, but to me you still don't look the way a slut is supposed to look. P: stand up straight cunt TJ who was still blindfolded tried to stand up but his legs were tingling from being on his knees for a long time and the G was making him wobbly too. Peter helped him so he could stand up properly. Peter spit into TJ's open mouth and roughly placed his mouth on TJ's and kissed him forcefully. TJ was already horny as hell and moaned. P: You get this one for signing your contract honey. We are going to have a wonderful time together. But if you want to feel my lips and tongue in your mouth again you will have to work for it. Tj licked his tongue along his lips so he could taste the last of Peter's spit. Tj felt how around his wrists, wrist bands were done and how his wrists were clicked together. P: follow me boy. I will prepare you so you are going to look the way you are supposed to look if you are going to serve me in a proper way. TJ felt his wrists being pulled and followed Peter. By standing straight, TJ only felt the full effect of the G and wobbled on his legs. TJ was led to the bathroom. P: Stand here boy. Tj struggled to stay straight and still. His body yearned to be used. He felt Peter take off his jockstrap. Tj's hard cock jumped out of the jockstrap and Peter looked in admiration at young conquest and was already thinking how he was going to look in 10 min. Tj thought his cock would finally be played with but he felt his chest, back, legs, arms ass and his cock and balls being smeared with a stinking substance. What was Peter doing to him. What was that stinking product and why did he have to be smeared with this and why were his desires and lust not being satisfied. P: Now stand there for 5 min boy later we will wash this off and you will look a lot better. A few minutes later Tj heard how a tap was turned on, how his hands were grabbed back and how he was placed in a shower. He felt the warm water running over his body and how Peter rubbed a cloth firmly all over his body. Tj's body was now completely depilated and he also had to get down on his hands and knees. He felt how the last bit of hair between his butt crack was shaved away and how the the water stopped flowing. P: That looks a lot better already. Peter dried him off and placed TJ on a chair. He took a trimmer and began shaving off TJ's hair so he had a military haircut. Tj was startled when he heard the trimmer and felt it slide over his head. He realized he was being shaved and didn't know this would be part of the training. He was quite vain and proud of his hair and he never went outside without his hair looking good. But despite his intoxicated state, he realized that this would now be a thing of the past for a while anyway. TJ heard how the trimmer stopped and how it was put away. Peter looked at his pupil and saw a beautifully nude shaven virgin body standing there. It was like a virgin white sheet of paper on which he was about to create something beautiful P: Oh honey you look beautiful. Now you are ready to serve me. Tj wanted to see himself and raised his finger to make it clear he wanted to ask something. Peter found this quite funny and started to grin. P: yes dear what is it. T: may I see what you have done to me. P: no, you may not. Later when you have proven you are worth it. Then you may look at your new beautiful slut body to admire. But for now that's only for my eyes only. P: Follow me boy because I'm going to take you to your new living and training space now. Tj felt his wrists being pulled again and followed Peter. They went down the stairs and outside. Because Tj felt the fresh outside air on his naked and shaved body. Tj's heart already began to beat faster again where were they going, Peter had never said anything about taking him to another location. But they didn't go far because after a few steps TJ, heard Peter open a door and he was back inside. Tj was completely disoriented. Where was he and what had Peter actually done to him. Tj had been taken to a barn next to Peter's house. The barn was fully furnished so you could live in it completely. But it was also equipped with a small gym and a large playroom. Peter brought Tj to the playroom and unclipped his wrists. P: It's time to start your training slut. But I like my sluts high up in the clouds. P: here drink this you will feel much better later again Peter handed Tj a glass filled with another dose of G and Tj drank the glass in one gulp. He recognized the taste from the drink he had drunk upon his arrival and knew what was in store for him. Tj felt a glass tube being pushed against his mouth. P: Place your lips against the tube baby and when I tell you to breathe in you will do so as long as I say so and you may not blow out until I say so. Got that. Tj nodded and knew what was about to happen. He would be administered chems again and was shocked at how many chems he was being administered at once. What was peter planning with him, probably he would have to smoke something now so he thought of weed. But he was lucky it wasn't weed but he would blow his first Tina cloud. Tj heard how a lighter was clicked on. P: now slut, now suck the tube quietly and let chems take over your mind and bring out your true self. Tj did as his mentor instructed him and inhaled as long as he could the smoke that had formed in the pipe into his lungs. It wasn't long before he felt the heat rising in his body. P: ok boy now blow back out. Tj did what was asked of him and blew a big white cloud for the first time. Even though he couldn't see what he was doing he already felt the effects slightly. P: we are going to do that several more times now baby. Tj took 4 more turns of the pipe and then Peter took a big pull of the pipe and placed his lips on Tj's and blew the cloud into his mouth. Tj immediately realized what to do and breathed in the smoke he received from Peter. Tj was already starting to feel heavily the effects of the Tina he had been given. He felt more lucid, he could take on the world, he felt tremendously hot and had become tremendously horny. But most important of all, he felt especially sleazy. He felt his sphincter giving him a sensation he had never experienced before. His sphincter no longer just felt like an exit but an entrance. An entrance that needed to be fed and he began to moan and run his hands over his now sensitive nipples. But to his complete surprise, he didn't feel a single hair on his entire chest and although he didn't think any further about it, it thrilled him immensely to feel his smooth and sweaty body. Peter watched approvingly and took hold of Tj's head and licked away the sweat running down his face. P: How are you feeling baby. Do you think you are ready to start your training as a slut. T: hell yeah sir. I feel tremendously slutty and completely ready. P: I don't think you are ready yet. I think you need a few more pulls on the pipe. T: Ok sir. Give me more of this magic substance so that I am completely ready for you Tj felt the pipe being pushed back against his lips and when Peter told him to suck Tj did as asked. He took another 4 big pulls and now Tj was completely flying. His head went back and forth and he felt his blindfold being removed. When his eyes had adjusted to the light he looked directly into the eyes of his mentor. For Peter had held his head so he could look straight into his flying saucers. P: hmmmm that doesn't look bad slut. Let me see how sleazy you are. Tj stuck his tongue out and wanted to kiss Peter. But Peter nodded no and let his eyes go to his cock and turned TJ's head so he too was looking at his mentor's cock. Tj felt an extra jolt of horniness rise at the sight of Peter's monster and spontaneously fell to his knees and immediately wanted to suck the cock into his mouth. But Peter stopped him. P: no little slut, you don't have the right to decide what happens only I have that right. P: stick out your tongue and you may gently lick my beast and if I am satisfied you may proceed further. Tj had every effort to control himself because the divine smell and the sight of the magnificent cock made him wild with desire for it. He stuck out his tongue and tried to lick it gently but after the first taste of the cock he could not hold back and he opened his mouth. Peter quickly intervened and withdrew his cock and slapped still gently against Tj's head. Tj looked at his mentor and saw that Peter nodded no and looked irritated P: control yourself bitch or the next stroke will be much harder. Try again. Tj tried again and had all the trouble to control himself again but he managed to lick his mentor's cock in a gentle way. P: that's better bitch. Now lick my balls and then gently take them in your mouth and I don't want to feel any teeth understood. Tj did as requested and licked the balls and smelled the blissful musky smell of men's sweat and got another surge of horniness. Tj couldn't control his hands either he kept fondling his naked body. P: Stop touching yourself. You are not here for your own pleasure but for mine. Tj then wanted to place his hands on Peter's body but he got another slap from Peter. Peter knew this would happen that is why he also told Tj to stop touching himself. P: did I say you could touch me with your hands. Tj who was still licking his balls nodded no and placed his hands on the floor and carefully took Peter's balls into his mouth. Tj moaned with pleasure at feeling the heavy filled balls in his mouth. Peter pulled his balls out of Tj's mouth. P: not bad, you still have a lot to learn but I see your inner slut has already fully emerged. I knew you were a born slut. P: let's show your teacher what a slut you are and if you can get his cock stiff with your mouth. Peter, like a true alpha male, could completely control his cock, he could get stiff and squirt whenever he wanted and would let TJ go completely wild with his mouth on his cock but remain limp. That way he could humiliate him and take control of him. Tj finally heard the magic words suck my cock and like a hungry wolf he took his prey in his mouth and flew to the sky as he felt the glans slide past his lips into his mouth. But no matter how hard he sucked it and tried his best his mentor's cock did not get hard in his horny slut mouth. He felt failed when Peter pulled his limp cock out of his mouth. TJ looked with a failed look at Peter who in turn looked back disappointed. P: You disappoint me slut. Maybe you don't have it in you to be a real slut after all. T: sorry sir, sorry I can't get your beautiful dick hard. P: I'm sorry about that too. What are we going to do about that. T: teach me, teach me how to please your beautiful cock P: ok slut, maybe you should suck the pipe again first and then try again. Tj again got the pipe pushed against his lips and could now see for the first time the process that made him so horny. He saw how there were crystals in the glass pipe that were melted by the flame underneath. Although he was flying huge, he knew by seeing the crystals that he was smoking crystal meth. But because of his intoxicated status, he didn't care at all. He watched the smoke form and from then on he knew what to do. When enough smoke was formed he sucked in the smoke and held it as long as he could and then saw for the first time the big white cloud he was blowing out. He took 2 more deep puffs of the pipe and then was allowed to try again. The newly added tina made him even hornier and he sucked like crazy on his mentor's cock that was now getting hard in his mouth. His whole mouth was filled with Peter's cock but he still could not get it into his mouth up to the pubic hair. Even as Peter helped him by taking hold of his head and pushing him deeper onto his dick. Tears sprang into Tj's eyes and he began to gag. P: c'mon bitch let that cock slide deeper into your mouth, let your throat suck that dick inside. But it didn't work and Peter withdrew his hard cock. P: we can work on that. Tj was pulled straight by Peter and Peter saw how high Tj was flying because of the Tina he had gotten. Peter took hold of TJ's smooth breast and with his tongue, teeth and his hands he began to play with his nipples and Tj's body. TJ couldn't handle the amount of stimulation and groaned in relief. T: oh fuck, I'm so horny, I'm such a horny slut and I feel so dirty. I feel like such a dirty slut. Those were the magic words Peter had been waiting for. The G had kicked in and combined with the Tina, the pig in Tj came out. P: feeling a little piggy baby T: yeah, that's it I feel like a real pig. P: first let's mak a decent slut out of you before I transform you into a dirty pig TJ's tongue hung out of his mouth and Peter spat on it and pushed Tj onto the bed. Tj fell onto the soft plasticized mattress and looked at Peter with whorey longing eyes. P: Show how piggy you are slut. Show your master what you want, play with yourself. Tj opened his mouth and his hands went back and forth over his body P: stop fondling yourself pig, show me what you want. Tj went down with his hands and with his one hand he took hold of his limp dick and Tj was shocked that although he was horny as hell his dick was still dead and with his other hand he went to his virgin cherry and stuck a finger in it. Tj looked down and saw to his great surprise that his pubic hair was also completely gone and he was completely shaved bald. T: fuck this is horny, fuck I'm a hairless pig. Tj looked back with a whorish look at Peter On Peter's mouth came a big grin and he opened his mouth and let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he started pulling on his hard fat pole. This was a magical image, a virgin boy letting his slut and pig come out for the first time and start playing with his virgin cunt. Tj looked at Peter with a whorish look and nodded. P: what does that cunt of yours want pig. T: it wants your fat cock sir. It wants to be deflowered. P: do you think you can handle my fat cock bitch. T: not yet sir but I want you to ram it inside me and have no mercy. This Peter found tremendously horny to hear and he was pleasantly surprised of how well TJ's transformation from straight boy to slut went. P: I do not think your cunt could handle my cock yet either pig. But I'm also not going to ram it into your cunt yet without mercy because I want to be able to enjoy you for a long time. But rest assured before I give you rest I will fill your cunt with my sperm for a first time. Do you want that pig, do you want your cunt pumped full of your mentor's sperm. Tj his eyes widened, one hand was still pulling on his limp cock and his other hand was already fingering his virgin cunt with 2 fingers. T: hmmmm yes sir, I have been longing for this since our first date, for you to pump my cunt full of your delicious cum. Peter took a slim dildo and threw it on the bed along with a bottle of poppers. He pulled Tj's hand away and lubricated Tj's hole with lube and then sat down in the couch that was at the end of the bed. P: sniff the poppers slut, and show me how badly you want a cock in your pussy. Tj sniffed the poppers a few times and felt his sphincter relax and his head begin to spin even more. He took the dildo and placed it against his sphincter. In his drugged state he wanted to push it in at once but it was immediately countered by his still tight sphincter. Tj got a huge jolt of pain from his own clumsy and rough treatment of his future pussy. Peter sat amused watching as Tj tried to push the dildo into his cunt but failed. P: Are you not getting it in slut. What am I supposed to do with you if you can't even ram the slimmest dildo I have into your cunt. Again, TJ felt failed because no matter how much he would like to push the dildo into his ass. Because of his still tense sphincter he couldn't do it. T: I'm sorry sir but I'm not worthy of you yet. But I want it so badly. P: shall I help you little pig, shall I prepare that cunt of yours so that it lets that dildo slide in like a knife cuts through butter. T: please master, please master prepare my cunt so that that dildo can slide in, I want it so badly. Peter took a bag of crystals and pulled out a nice big one sat back on the bed. P: this will make you fly even more violently little pig, are you sure you will be able to handle this and that you will then get that dildo in your cunt. T: yes sir I won't disappoint you anymore. P: I hope so little pig. Otherwise I can't do anything with you. He placed the crystal against the tense sphincter, looked at TJ with a demonic look and pushed it deep into Tj's bowels with his finger. TJ felt the crystal begin to melt and burn in his hole. T: oh fuck, it's burning sir P: completely normal little pig, your cunt deserves to be on fire. T: oh fuck, it's burning P: stop crying slut The burning sensation began to ebb away and in its place came a beastly and hungry feeling in his cunt. His cunt felt empty and it needed to be filled, although his hole had been whining for attention all evening, this was of a whole other level. This was not a whining feeling, but this was his cunt giving an order to be filled. T: oh fuck, my hole, my hole P: what's wrong with your hole little pig T: it needs to be filled sir. P: then what are you waiting for little pig, fill it. Show your mentor that your cunt needs to be filled Peter lay next to TJ on the bed and gave him the dildo back in his hands. TJ who was still awkwardly busy put too top of the dildo against his sphincter which had already become much more relaxed due to the shard tina and tried to push it in again. At that moment Peter pushed the poppers under TJ's nose and let him take a few more deep pulls of the poppers. TJ felt his flower opening and the dildo sliding inside his virgin hole. Peter pulled on his pole again and licked the sweat running down Tj's face. P: yeah little pig, let that dildo slide deep into your hole T: oh, this is fucking awesome sir, this is fucking awesome Tj was carefully working the dildo in and when he had worked the dildo all the way in and felt the end against his sphincter he felt Peter pull his hand away from the dildo and how he pulled the dildo almost all the way out of his hole and then pushed it all the way back in. Tj slapped his hands against his shaved head and began to moan fiercely T: oh yes sir, harder, fuck me harder. That sounded like music to Peter's ears and he did as his pupil asked him and started fucking him harder with the slim dildo. After a few minutes Peter stood up and took a thicker dildo, put lube on it and dropped some tina dust on the top of the dildo. He removed the slim dildo from TJ's hole and immediately placed the tip of the thicker dildo against the sphincter. P: sniffing the poppers slut. Tj did as his mentor told him and sniffed the poppers hard several times and felt his cunt relax back and Peter push the thicker dildo inside. Tj felt his cunt being pulled open also TJ felt that burning sensation from the tina dust and he moaned again. T: fuck, fuck my cunt is on fire again and it's going to tear Peter gave him a smack on his shaved ass P: stop whining slut, your cunt won't rip and let it do its job and let it slide that dildo inside. Tj felt his sphincter opening more and the thicker dildo working its way inside. As he felt the dildo slide inside he got an extra heat boost and began to breathe more heavily and enjoyed the filled and fulfilled feeling his pussy was giving him. Peter didn't feel any mercy for Tj and he pushed the dildo all the way in until once again the end slammed against Tj's sphincter. Although the tina was doing a good job anyway, Peter noticed that the sphincter was still pretty tense and that he probably wouldn't be able to fuck TJ yet this evening without damaging his pupil's sphincter. Should this be a one-time session Peter would not have taken this into account and would have pushed his cock deep into Tj's bowels and let his sphincter rip. But should he do this now the boy would have been useless for several days and that was not worth it to him. He would stretch his pussy open even further tonight and then let him walk around with a plug for a day so that his hole was nicely pulled open for his next session. Peter played with a few more dildos in TJ's cunt for some time which had been flying fiercely all this time and when he had had enough he took the dildo out of Tj's slightly gaping pussy and looked at his creation with satisfaction. P: Enough playing with your pussy little pig. I want you to make me cum in that mouth of yours. Tj looked disappointed at Peter P: what's up slut, don't you want my sperm in your mouth T: aren't you going to fuck me sir P: no slut. Your cunt is not worthy of a cock like mine yet. Tj felt failed again T: sorry sir. P: no need slut. We'll get that cunt of yours worthy of my cock. Peter pulled Tj's head to the end of the bed and stood with his stiff cock in front of Tj's head. Tj knew what to do and he opened his mouth. He let Peter slide his stiff fat cock into his mouth and wanted to start sucking. But Peter had something else in mind and he began to thrust his cock into TJ's mouth as deep as he could. He felt that TJ's throat was not yet ready for his cock to slide in, so he held back a little more. TJ felt his mouth being completely filled with Peter's cock and struggled to handle the thrusts his mentor was giving him. He also heard how Peter began to breathe more heavily and that he would soon be squirting. P: Are you ready for your reward slut. Are you ready for your teacher's sperm. P: Dare to let it spill out of your mouth slut. From now on you are going to swallow everything I give you but you wait until I say so understood. Tj could not answer because Peter had pushed his cock deep into his mouth but still tried to signal that he would swallow. P: fuck here it comes bitch. Peter tensed all his muscles and Tj felt how the fat cock was going to squirt his mouth full of sperm. Tj noticed how a huge load of heavenly sperm filled his mouth completely and had every effort to keep it all in. When Peter finished squirting, he pulled his sagging cock out of Tj's filled mouth. P: Show your reward slut, show me what you got from your teacher. Tj proudly opened his mouth and Peter could see that he had squirted serious loads of cum into the boy's mouth. P: That was a nice reward slut, don't you think. P: now let that slide down your throat real nice Tj closed his mouth and for the first time in his sluts existence would swallow a man's sperm and to his great surprise it went very easily and he was proud of himself for the first time that night. P: and slut how does that taste. T: for more sir, for much more. P: I like to hear that my little pig Peter meanwhile had gone to get something from a closet and came back to stand with Tj. P: stand up slut Tj struggled to stand up but with Peter's help he stood up anyway. Peter had him step into a leather chastity belt, with a cock cage on the front and a rather medium thick butt plug on the back. P: Bend over slut and offer me your cunt. Tj bent over and pulled the jaws of his ass open so that his cherry was nicely visible to Peter. Peter took some lube and lubricated Tj's cunt with lube one last time that night and also put some on the plug. Also took the bag of tina that still had some leftover crystals in it and threw the leftovers on the plug smeared with lube. P: I have one last present for you little pig. So you can enjoy your pussy a little more. He placed the plug against the sphincter and gently pushed it in. Tj had to bite his teeth for a moment when the plug reached its thickest point but felt the plug sucking its way in and sitting in place. Again felt a burning sensation come up and knew what immediately the gift was. T: thank you sir. P: stand back up slut Peter now pulled the belt fully into place and fastened the plug also he put Tj's limp and lifeless cock into his cage and fastened everything with the locks. Tj didn't really care, he still felt tremendously horny but mostly tired. P: look at you, you already look like a real slut. P: just too bad there is still so much work to be done. Tj looked embarrassed at peter. P: follow me slut Tj followed Peter to another room where there was a bed, here you may sleep slut. Tj looked surprised at Peter because he thought you would sleep with him. P: you shouldn't look so surprised slut. This is your new home for now. In my bed sleep only trained pigs who are poz and you are not that. So until then you sleep here. Understood. Tj nodded disappointedly. Peter also put some kind of smartwatch on Tj's wrist and Tj looked at the watch oddly for a moment, wondering what it was for. But he saw that he couldn't take it off himself though. P: now go to sleep slut. There will be a letter waiting for you when you wake up where your duties, obligations and the rules will be listed. Read it carefully and make sure everything is in order by the time I return. Tj nodded and laid down on the bed. Peter went outside, prepared the letter and locked the barn. Tj was alone in the barn. He was tremendously tired and wanted to sleep but because of the last booty bump he had gotten he didn't really succeed. He started riding his ass against the mattress of the bed, using the plug to make his pussy feel like his ass was being fucked. It felt heavenly. Never had he thought he would do this. But it wasn't long before he fell asleep and had one of his horniest dreams ever. A dream full of naked men that he ...

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Part 9 Greg was moaning almost non-stop as my little brother deepthroated his fully engorged cock again and again. From what I'd been able to see of Greg's dick before it disappeared into Chad's mouth deepthroating it was no easy thing I was sure. At least 8 inches long and moderately thick I had no doubt Chad's throat was being stretched considerably. But I also knew that Chad was an expert cocksucker and never had any trouble taking dick in his holes no matter the size. I also knew from personal experience that Greg was finding out for himself how talented my little horny brother was at sucking cock, and his low guttural moans and groans left no doubt he was enjoying the blowjob. Although I had been totally freaked out when Chad let Greg into the room and then when Greg saw the pipe and lighter, I was now completely into the scene before me and the idea of more happening with him. Any worry or fear I had initially felt was gone, replaced by a growing desire for a wild sex session with Chad and the hunky hotel desk clerk. I quickly threw the bedspread off of my body exposing my turgid throbbing 8.5 inches and, grabbing the pipe and lighter, I got off the bed and walked over to where Greg was standing with his cock down my little brother's throat and his balls pressed against Chad's chin. Greg must have heard me or sensed my movement and turned his face in my direction. A look of need and eagerness covered his face. “Ah, hell yeah dude!” he groaned. Coming up beside him I leaned in to kiss him and was pleased he opened his mouth and let me slide my tongue inside. As we made out I felt him take my cock in his hand as his other hand stayed pressed on the back of Chad's head. Breaking the kiss he said, “Damn man your cock is big! Can't wait to get it in my ass!” I smiled and said, “You will man. Your ass looks so fucking great in that jock strap! I can't wait to fuck you! First though let's get you caught up with us. Here,” and I placed the glass stem between his lips, seeing his eyes light up in anticipation. I lit the flame and watched the bowl fill quickly with the seductive smoke then watched as Greg began slowly inhaling deep and steady. “Yeah, guy, suck in that smoke. Get high and horny with me and my little brother and party with us,” I spoke softly. “How's my little brother's mouth and throat feel on your cock man? Good, huh?” Greg moaned hearing my words as he pulled his lips off of the glass stem. He held it in a few moments then blew out a thick huge cloud. “Oh shit dude! Are you guys really brothers?” Before I could answer him Chad took his mouth off of Greg's dripping cock and said, “Hell yeah we are! Real brothers with the same father and mother, doing things that most people would say are disgusting and wicked. And we love it man! The depravity and decadence of it all!” He grinned up at me and Greg as he still knelt on the floor. His sexy smile grew even wider as I heard Greg groan. “What about you, Greg? Do you think it's disgusting and wicked? Do you think two brothers having incest is wrong?” He ran his tongue across Greg's nuts after saying this, looking up at him and seeing the answer in his eyes before Greg said a word. “Hell no it's not disgusting!”, Greg panted. “It IS wicked and wrong as hell though, and that's what makes it so frigging hot!” He grinned darkly as he said this and all three of us knew this night was going to be unimaginably wild! Greg took two more huge hits from the pipe while Chad and I quickly undressed him, except for the jock strap. For now at least I wanted him to keep it on. I knew it would make me fuck him harder seeing his cheeks framed in it. It was obvious that Greg took good care of himself and kept himself in shape. His stomach was ripped, his pecs were pumped and his arms thick and muscled. A light dusting of blond hair covered his body from neck to waist then fanned out into a darker-colored thick bush of pubes, wet from Chad's spit and Greg's own precum. His cock was thicker than I had at first thought and I knew Chad and I both were going to enjoy getting fucked by it. Between all three of us kissing each other and rubbing each other's bodies I managed to remember to ask if he had to get back to the front desk soon. Grinning, he said he was just getting off work when I called for the booze, so he was off work the rest of the night. “Fucking A!”, Chad cried out, wrapping his lips around Greg's right nipple and sucking and nibbling on it causing more groans to come from Greg. I took a deep hit off of the pipe then pressed my lips to his so we could shotgun it. Damn this guy knows how to kiss, I thought. Pulling back from each other Greg looked at me and said, “I wanna see you two nasty fuckers having sex with each other! Let me watch you having incest!” I gave him a nod and told him to sit in the chair not far from the bed, then I gave him the pipe and lighter telling him to smoke as much as he wanted and get as high as fuck as we put on a show for him. Greg settled himself in the chair and lit up immediately as Chad and I climbed onto the bed and started making out. Our moans matched Greg's own as we slid our tongues in and out of each other's mouth and ran our hands over each other's bare flesh. After a few minutes we heard Greg say in a lust-filled voice, “Eat his ass out, Lance! Eat your little brother's ass and make him beg for it!” This guy was showing himself to be exactly our kind of play buddy. Chad positioned himself on his hands and knees on the bed so that he was facing Greg and I got behind him, moving his ass up so that I could drill into it and still be able to watch Greg. I slapped Chad's asscheeks hard making him moan then spreading his cheeks wide I went immediately to work on his tight hole like I'd done numerous times over the years. “Oh fuck yeah guys!” Greg said. “So hot! Yeah, Lance, do it man. Eat your own brother's ass! Get your tongue deep in there!” Then the click of the lighter as he took another pull from the pipe. I moaned into Chad's ass hearing Greg's words and heard Chad say, “It's even hotter dude knowing that he's eating his own cum out of my ass!” I could hear the blatant intent in Chad's voice trying to make it all nastier and more twi*ted for Greg. It apparently worked. I heard Greg cough and choke on the inhale he had just taken from the pipe. “For real?!!” he asked. “Your own brother fucked you and came in your ass?!!” “Hell yeah he did!”, Chad answered. “I love cum in my ass!” I could hear Greg beating his cock then heard him ask, “So you guys fuck bareback?” with a mixture of awe and darkness in his voice. “Always man,” Chad answered. “We never use condoms. What about you man?” Chad asked, moaning as I drilled my tongue deeper into his fucking ass. There was a noticeable pause before Greg answered and I lifted my face and mouth from Chad's ass to look in his direction. “I love fucking bareback. Nothing like it. But I try not to do it most of the time,” he said with a dejected tone in his voice. “Why not?” asked Chad. Greg held up his left hand and we saw the gold band on his third finger. “I'm married and I know I need to be careful.” I could hear the laughter in Chad's voice as he asked, “To a woman?” “Yeah,” Greg answered. Chad looked over his shoulder at me, grinning mischieviously. “Show him, big bro,” he said. I raised my own left hand showing off my own wedding ring. Chad and I had both discovered early on in our sex play that it turned us both on big time for me to keep it on and I do every time we get together. Greg's eyes widened and then he said, “You too?” “Yes. And seeing my wedding ring on my finger whenever I'm fucking another guy or getting fucked bareback is wild as fuck man!” I said. Chad turned around on the bed so that his ass was facing Greg. Looking over his shoulder he spoke greedily to Greg. “C'mon stud. You know you wanna do it. Give me your bareback cock, your married bareback cock, just like my big brother did. Add your cum to his dude! Fuck me raw until you breed me!” Greg moaned and stroked his dick faster, obviously wanting to do exactly what Chad had said. (to be continued)

PART 1 I'm from the UK and go to Disney World in Florida quite regularly with family. We usually go for about a month at a time and we all stay in the same room. During my last visit, I was finally on PREP. I was paranoid about taking over a months supply with me through customs, and even more paranoid about taking poppers with me. I was debating do I go a month without sex, or do I risk it. In the end, I stuck with the prep but left the poppers at home. I didn't want to pass up an opportunity for sex should one arise, but being with my family I thought those opportunities would be few and far between. The night before my departure, we stayed in a hotel at the airport. Thankfully I had my own room, but unfortunately it was directly opposite my parents. Everyone went to bed quite early, as we had a long day ahead the next day. Alarms were set for 3am and our 9 hour flight left at 11. Whilst in bed, I decided to check through Grindr, not expecting to find anything but i'd give it a go, maybe I could sext someone or something. As usual, there were a few profiles 4 maybe 5 miles away, I couldn't travel so they were out. I was about to give up when a profile popped up 50 feet away. Almost instantly I had a message from them with "looking?". Suddenly I became nervous, could I sneak out? I cant have them here what if my parents see them. But I was so horny I thought fuck it. I replied "yes, what room?" I wasn't prepared at all, I had no poppers, no condoms / lube, but I was so horny I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, it could've been my last for a month. I had a response from Grindr. He's on the same corridor as me, just 3 doors up. I left my room, being super quiet and making sure the heavy hotel door doesn't create suspicion for my parents. He had left his door on the latch and I walked in, pitch black. I couldn't see where I was going, until I could see the faint glow of a phone light and a the slight outline of a guy on the bed. I jumped straight into this, I didn't even ask the guy for a picture on Grindr. The phone light went off and I could see him getting up and walking to me, neither of us had said a word and he just started kissing me and fingering my ass. This was happening, I was so excited and asked to suck him. He had an average size cock, but it was extremely thick, it filled my mouth and he started fucking my throat. Every time I was gagging he pulled me up and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. He said "spit in my mouth". I was a little shocked, I hesitated and he grabbed my throat. "I said spit in my mouth". My dick suddenly got really hard. I spat in his mouth, as requested and he pulled me down to kiss me. "Don't you fucking cum until I say so". I didn't know how to respond, so I went with a simple "Yes sir". He pulled my dick in to his mouth and asked me to fuck his throat, I was getting close to cumming so I asked him to stop. He went into his rucksack and pulled out some poppers. "Picked these up in Amsterdam, they're the real deal now sniff". He held the bottle under my nose. "Sniff again and dont stop until I said so". I kept sniffing, and sniffing, "Stop and hold your breath until I say so". I held my breath and then he said "Release and suck this dick". I became super hot, and horny. His dick became the only thing in my world, I needed it, not having it wasn't an option. I managed to deep throat it and begin to vomit. He pulled out and stuck the bottle under my nose again. "Sniff bitch until I say stop". The thumping in my head was incredible, I felt free. He pulled away the bottle and spun me over and pushed my head into the bed. I felt him spit in hole, and I could feel his dick teasing the opening. He started to push and I started to gasp, before he put his hand over my mouth. "You only speak when I let you". "Yes sir" I replied. My first mistake. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY" as my head was thrusted into the mattress and my ass spanked harder than I knew was possible. I loved it. I could feel the poppers wearing off, and his thick cock was tearing my hole a part. I tried to reach for the poppers but my master grabbed them. He pulled them behind my back and said "You sniff when I let you.". He started to slow, he must've been close. He placed the bottle in front of me and said I want you to huff this. Put your lips around the bottle. I did as my master said. He climbed on the bed and made me sit on his dick. He wanted me to ride him and choke him at the same time. He pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him thrust in to my house, he wouldn't let go and held me tight. He filled my ass with his cum. He pushed me away. "KEEP GOING", I kept going and a few seconds later he moaned. "MILK MY DICK MILK IT" I kept going and he told me I was a good boy. I asked him could I cum and he slapped me. "NO TALKING". He turned his body backwards and asked my to throat fuck him and choke him at the same time. I'm not to stop until I cum. I kept going and could hear him gagging, every time he smacked my ass I was to let go of his throat. It wasn't long, and my load flowed freely down his throat. He kept sucking, every last drop. He got up and kissed me, it was 2:30am, I was supposed to get up in half an hour. I told him I need to get back to my room. We exchanged numbers and I left. I walked back to my room, with the cum slowly dripping out my ass staining my underwear. It was my only pair so I had to wear these cum soaked underwear on the plane the next day. TO BE CONTINUED

PART 2 I arrived at a Disney World resort, gated and security everywhere. My hopes of finding someone outside of this resort was starting to dash, and Grindr was useless, the nearest person to me was 6 miles away. I was sat by the pool one day, when I saw someone message me saying they were watching me. They had no profile, I couldn't see their exact distance, but their profile was next to mine so they had to be close. They started teasing. "That's it look around", "You won't find us", "Fancy some fun?". I didn't want to look suspicious, my family were all around me. I got up and said I was going to the restroom and quickly made my way inside. "We aren't coming in there, the cleaners will be there soon", "goto the showers next door". I was getting more and more intrigued until I found a private shower / restroom tucked away down a corridor. The door was propped open and I walked inside. Inside I found 2 guys, I was praying they were the ones messaging me on Grindr otherwise I was about to die of embarrassment. Thankfully, one got down on his knees and started sucking his partner in front me of. "Are you going to join us?" I got down on my knees and started sucking. The other turned on the shower and started rimming me. Whilst I was loving the moment, I felt a bit lost without poppers. For some reason not many people that I'd spoken to around these parts had them or used them, and even worse, I couldn't find somewhere that sold them that was accessible to me. In my daydreaming phase, the guy rimming me whispered "want my load in your ass? It's special". His partner started laughing. I was hesitant. "Don't worry you'll love it". Foolishly I asked if they had any condoms. "I'll check my bag" Whilst checking the bag, the pulled out some condoms, and a bottle of poppers.y eyes lit up. "Can I use those" I asked. "Sure". I took a long sniff, and started holding my breath. My worries started to drift away. The other guy called me a right popper faggot before sticking his tongue down my throat. The other guy started to put the condom on. I turned around and started kissing him, making my way lower, sucking his nipples, then pulling the condom off his cock and sucking it. I turned around and guided his cock into my house and said "fuck me". I started sniffing the poppers again as I was being fucked hard and fast. "Am I cumming in your cunt faggot?" "Yes sir" I replied. "You want my poz cum in you is that so?" "Yes sir" and after one long hard thrust he started grunting and slowly pulled out. The cum was dripping out my ass. The other guy made his way to my ass and started fucking the cum back into me. "Are you poz too sir?" I asked. "No" he said, but I'll give you something else if you're lucky. "like what?" I asked. "I'll tell you someday". After a few minutes, both guys had cum inside me and I was red raw. They let me keep the bottle of poppers but I some how had to get back to the pool, hide them somewhere and explain why I had been away so long. I stashed the poppers in my trainers, and immediately jumped in the pool, with all in my ass. Thinking about what I had just done. The realisation then came, did I just take poz cum? What was the other guy going on about? What if my prep doesn't work? It was too late now, it was just a waiting game until I got home. TO BE CONTINUED

11. Opened for Business "Let him pound your slutty hole," Tim said to James. He took the phone from Fabien, and trained it on the young man's face. James's face was taut and anxious, but he revealed his innocence when James smiled in response to Tim smiling. "We're going to have such a good time tonight," he continued. He stood up on the bed, getting an aerial shot as Fabien took position between James's legs. "I'm looking forward to this," Fabien said, as he spat a bit on his dick a bit. "Good thing Tim gave you some lube." "It's great lube. Loosens you up. Mind and body." Tim grinned again, watching Fabien run his fingers over the tub, and slide two of them into James. He wondered how close to an overdose James was. The lube had only a bit of crystal in him, and a boy like James metabolized it quickly. Tim was debating feeding James the pipe again. A message popped up on the screen, over the video of Fabien's fingers sliding in and out of James's tired, hungry hole. It was from Tiago. "You with our boy James?" it started. "Come by with some IV vitamins?" Tim sent a quick thumbs up to Tiago. He decided against giving James more from the pipe. He was going to get slammed soon enough. Instead, he knelt back down by James's head and fed him several big huffs from the poppers. The boy knew what he needed, and snorted them up readily. "Give it to him," Tim told Fabien. Fabien pulled his fingers out from James's hole, and grabbed more of the crystal-laced lube. He rubbed over the length of his thick cock, and lined his cockhead up with James's hole. It was red, swollen, and puffy. It was clearly well-used and Fabien had seen all the sperm that had already been swabbed away. "Pound this slut hole," Fabien muttered. Tim held the poppers under Fabien's nose. He inhaled and held it. As he exhaled, he pressed his cock into James's hole. The boy gasped, but Fabien couldn't hear anything over his own moans of pleasure. "Fucking hot, wet hole," he muttered, as another inch of his black cock slid into James's body. "Swallow it up, cunt," he grunted. "I know you're hungry for it." "He's a good boy," Tim said. "Of course he's gonna take it all." Tim trained the phone on James's face. The boy's eyes were squeezed tight. James struggled to get used to the big black cock forcing its way into his guts, but he couldn't imagine anything else. It was devastating to be fucked like this. But it would be even worse to be empty. He needed another man's cock to make him feel hole. "Look at him," Tim said. "He fucking loves it. Don't you boy?" "Please," James moaned. "Fuck me. Just fuck me." He was slurring his words and drooling a bit. The drugs were working their destructive magic. "Ass is burning up." "You heard him," Tim said. "He needs something to scratch that itch." "Wreck this hole. Fuck!" Fabien grunted. "What's in that lube?" "Some crystal," Tim smiled. "Just enough to make it feel good." "Feels fucking amazing," Fabien said. Tim shifted his position, to watch the last bit of Fabien's cock disappear into James's ass. The boy's hole was already stretched wide around Fabien's cock. It was the perfect intersection of porn and real life. "And he can take it all." The last inch of Fabien's dick disappeared into James's body. Fabien moaned in pleasure and James grunted in discomfort. "Doesn't it feel amazing," Tim asked. "Oh yeah. His hole is fucking fine," Fabien said. At the same time, James nodded his head, but he had his teeth clenched, and his eyes tightly closed. He was managing. "So hot." "So thick," James grunted. "That's what you need," Tim said. "Thick, hard cock in deep." He leaned in closer, and whispered into James's ear. "Dominating you and dripping his seed into your hole." "Please," James moaned in response. It could have been a plea for Fabien to stop, but it just as easily could have been an entreaty for the black man to keep it up. "Please," he repeated. "He wants it," Fabien said. Tim watched through the screen as he pulled his thick dark meat almost all the way out of James's hole, and then pushed it right back in. "He needs it," Tim said. "No matter what he says." "Only thing that matters is what my dick needs." Fabien was exploring the boy's hole, pushing in to find new depths not yet plundered and destroyed by the men before him. "And it's going to take what it wants." "Please," James whispered. He was squirming, trying to steer Fabien's dick to where it would do the least damage. "Please," he repeated. But Fabien was a talented cocksman, and knew exactly how to counter each of James's parries with thrusts of his own. "Let me in," he murmured. "Let me mark you. Make you a sluthole." "Please," James whispered again. He gasped as Fabien went deep once more. He closed his eyes, blocking out the image of the two men lording over him. He tried his best to concentrate, ignoring each of Fabien's powerful strokes, the image of Tim holding the unyielding eye of the camera, and finally managed to put together a complete sentence. "This isn't what I wanted." James opened his eyes again. Both Tim and Fabien were still looking down on him. Fabien's cock was still pounding his hole. Tim's camera was still recording each moment of his agony. Tim finally spoke. "What do you want, Fabien?" "Breed this fucking hole." Tim turned back to James. "You can do that, can't you boy? Let you friend Fabien have some pleasure in his day?" Tim was nodding his head again; it was the easiest way to get the boy to agree to anything. "You want Fabien to feel good, don't you." "Yeah," James started. "But..." Tim didn't let James finish. "That's right, boy. Make sure Fabien gets the full pleasure of your hole." He smiled again, and kept gently nodding his head. James mimicked him, as Tim continued to speak. "So many men up there. Practically open to the public, huh?" "So much sperm was up there," Fabien said. "Amazing slutty hole." "You think he needs more?" Tim asked Fabien. "Slutty holes always need more," Tim said. "A lot more, I think." Another message flashed on the screen. The message was from Tiago. "On my way. 30 min," it read. "I don't know," James said. "Of course you can take more," Tim said. "You took loads from so many strangers last night. Tonight, you can make your friends happy, can't you?" "But," James mumbled. James mumbled. Fabien was still pounding his ass, and he was struggling to deal with it. "It's big. So big." "He's a big boy," Tim said. He leaned in to get a better view of the thick black rod forcing its way into James's hole. Tim was glad this was getting recorded. By the morning, what little was left of James's self-worth and identity would have been destroyed. Tim loved how malleable and compliant boys were once they had been raped. Tim had seen the raw edges of James's psyche, and knew how fragile the boy was after the ordeal of the night before. Today, James was going to be one very lucky boy. Tim, Fabien, Tiago, and any number of strangers were going to make sure he could experience a second rape. "And he's taking every inch of it," Fabien said. Tim turned his attention to Fabien. Fabien's eyes were rolled back in pleasure as he continued to pound the boy's ass. "Fucking hole. I saw how much cum he had in it. And he's still taking more." "He's definitely a cockslut," Tim said. "Aren't you, boy?" "Mmmmm," James grunted. It was hard to tell if it was a moan of pleasure and agreement or a whimper of pain and agony. It didn't matter to Tim. "That's a very good boy," Tim smiled. He leaned in and kissed Fabien, holding the camera just far enough away to capture the two of them. Fabien continued to pound James's hole, and Tim felt his own dick starting to twitch again. It wouldn't be long before he would be back inside of James. "You're going to get more than enough dick tonight, boy." "Please," James said. "Just a break." "Of course boy. We can do whatever we want to tonight. Anything that feels good." He turned to Fabien. "Break? Puff-puff?" "Just another minute," Fabien said. "It feels so good." "Right on," Tim said. "As I said. We can do whatever feels good." "I just want to destroy this hole," Fabien said. "Do it," Tim said. James opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Tim pushed his dickhead into the boy's mouth. "Whatever feels good," Tim continued, and pushed his dick against the back of James's throat. The boy started to gag. Tim had expected it and used it to push his dick into James's throat. James's body struggled to accept the new cock. But for all that the young man fought against the invading dicks, it only served to drive them deeper into him. "That's it boy. Fuck yourself on Daddy's dick." Tim leaned the phone against one of the pillow, hoping it was capturing the scene properly. It would be just a brief pause, long enough for his dick to get wet. He leaned in and kissed Fabien again. "We're going to rape him, right?" Fabien whispered in his ear. "Of course," Tim whispered back. James was moaning softly, but it was loud enough that he couldn't hear the two men talk. "It's hot when he cries." "It's hot when you make him cry." The two men kissed some more. James's gagging noises were the soundtrack to their make-out session. "So fucking hot," Tim continued. They kissed again and lost themselves in the swirl of the drug-enhanced sexual pleasure. The two men kept on fucking James. The boy continued to moan but in the twisted minds of the two tops, the more he hurt, the more they enjoyed the experience. The three men lost track of time. James's holes were stretched and teased and abused and tormented as the two tops took what was theirs. It was only a knock at the door that ultimately distracted them. "I'll get it," Tim said. He slowly pulled his cock out of James's throat, grabbed the camera, and jumped off the bed. He opened the door. He didn't care that he was naked, nor that there was a strand of spit dripping from his erect dick. There were two men at the door. Standing outside were two men. Tim recognized Tiago immediately, but didn't know the other one. "Looks like the party is well started," Tiago said. He turned to the man next to him. "Tim," he said. "Meet my new friend Conrad."

5. Getting Home "Quarter gram of crystal. Dissolved in piss." Tiago had knelt down and whispered it. Fabien doubted that James had even heard it. He placed the used pipette in a nearby trash bag, then took the handle of the speculum from Fabien. "It'll take a few minutes to soak in," he continued. "Who's piss?" Fabien asked. He wasn't even trying to hide how he was stroking his cock. "A random stranger. I have no idea." "That's nasty." "Yeah. Now. You wanna take him home?" Tiago released the catch, and the blades of the speculum slid back into place as it closed up. James moaned. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," James grunted, as his ass closed up around the booty bump. "It's so warm," he said. "The cum." Tiago wondered what James thought the booty bump was. But he would find out soon enough. "Fuck yeah," Fabien said. "He can definitely suck dick." "He's great to fuck as well." Tiago smiled. "Especially once he's opened up." He slowly pulled the speculum out of James's anus. Not a single drop of the tina-laced piss dripped out. Fabien watched James's hole close up, even after all the abuse it had undergone. He wanted to feel it around his cock so badly. He wanted to feel James squirming under him, knowing that his thick black cock was the cause of James's discomfort. "You? You've fucked him?" "Over the weekend," Tiago said. He stood up, put the speculum aside, and handed the swabs to Fabien. "That's it," he said, resting his free hand on James's thigh. "Take those. Fill out a kit 86 for them." "86?" Fabien asked, raising an eyebrow, but smiling as well. "Yeah," Tiago said. Fabien took the swabs, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. Tiago turned to James, still standing between his legs. His hand moved up, along James's thigh, until he was able to run his finger around James's asshole. "Mmmmm," James moaned. It was quiet, and he was calm for a change. Without Fabien there, he felt better. There was something almost predatory about the black man, and it made James nervous. "I'm sorry," James said. "I didn't mean to cry." "No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." He undid the straps, and lifted a still-naked James upright, wrapping one arm around him. He kept massaging James's asshole with his other hand. "I'm scared," James said. "It's OK to be scared," Tiago said. "It's a natural reaction. But don't let fear dominate your life." He pulled James closer to him. It was close enough to feel the heat radiating from the boy. The G had definitely kicked in. "It's good to talk about it. To share it with people who care about you. To remember it. All of that helps. It helps make it easier." James had pulled himself closer to Tiago, but had also spread his legs as he did so. James wanted to feel closer to Tiago. Let him make the decisions for him. He was crying again. "Scared," he finally managed to say. "It's fine," Tiago said. "You going to be able to be with someone tonight? Someone you can trust?" James shook his head. He was still new in town. "Maybe Tim?" Tiago felt James's asshole pucker when he mentioned the man. "Or maybe Fabien?" James's heart started to race a bit. "You can trust Fabien, can't you?" James bobbed his head. It wasn't a nod yes, but nor was it a shake no. "Fabien," he said. "I'm just scared." Tiago could feel his shirt getting wet from James's crying. He wanted to fuck the boy, and see how much he cried then. But that would have to wait for now. There would be plenty of opportunities later. "This is good," Tiago said. He gently pressed the tip of his finger into James's hole. The boy moaned in pleasure. The G was now in full effect, and the crystal was just starting to kick in. "Fabien is your friend, right? He's going to help you do what's best for you." "Fabien," James moaned. "Big cock," he finally said. "You don't have to take it," Tiago said. "But sex. With someone you trust. Like Fabien. That would help. Help you feel good. Feel natural. Right?" "Feel good again," James said. The crystal was definitely taking effect. His head was spinning again, and it was hard for the young man to put together words. "It's going to be ok." "I just want you to talk, remember, and share. It's what you need. It's what is going to make you feel better." As Tiago spoke, the door opened. The two men made no effort to push apart. "Take care of it?" Tiago asked Fabien. "Yeah. It's in the biobin in the lab. That's the right place, yeah?" "For sure," Tiago said. "You have plans after work tonight?" he asked Fabien. "No. Nothing." "James could use a friend tonight. He's new here. You could hang out with him." Fabien smiled. He could still remember exactly how James's throat had felt around his dick. He remembered the stories James had told. How consent was malleable and changeable, and how sometimes it just did not matter. "Yeah. I'd be happy too." "That's good, right, James?" Tiago asked. There was only one right answer. "Yeah. Get an Uber to get home." "I can order one for you," Tiago said. "But first, we've got to get you dressed." Tiago pulled himself apart from James, and took James's clothes. He carefully went through the pockets, removing his phone, wallet, keys, and some change. "We've got to keep your clothes. It's evidence." James started to protest, but Tiago continued speaking. "I've got some clothes you can wear. I'll be back." He took the bag, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. It was just James and Fabien. "That was intense. That story you told," Fabien said. "I want to hear more about it." "It was hard," James said. "And I hate thinking about it. It's scary." "I bet," Fabien said. James tried not to stare at the black man's crotch. He knew how big Fabien's dick was. He remembered choking on it. With each memory, the relentless helplessness came back to him. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. "I'm scared," he finally said. "What are you scared of?" Fabien asked. "I don't know. I just want to be home. Safe." "We'll get you home soon enough," Fabien said. "I'll be there with you." The door opened, and Tiago came back in. He was carrying some clothes, and a small bag. He handed the clothes to James. "They should fit you," Tiago said. "You're about the same size as my receptionist." James realized that the dark blue underwear was actually a jock strap; he put it on, conscious of how the straps accentuated his ass. Tiago handed the small black bag to Fabien. "This should have everything you'll need." Fabien opened it; there was a pipe and a torch, along with a bottle of G and a measure. There was also a bottle of poppers, and some lube. "Looks like fun," Fabien said. He watched as James fumbled with the thin running shorts; even when he finally had them on, the jockstrap was clearly visible under the sheer fabric. James put on the shirt. Written across the front of the white t-shirt was "Swan and Ox Rape Oil." There was a drawing of a naked woman and a swan; the wings of the swan made the drawing just barely suitable. The back read "Lubricating the Unwilling Since 1988." James put it on; it was a little too small and he felt it stretch and pull around his body in rhythm with his breathing. "It's what I could find," Tiago said by way of explanation. "It's just to get you home." At least Tiago let James keep his socks and shoes. As he put them on, Tiago continued. "What's your address?" he asked. "I'll order you an Uber." "3804 Hyperion," James said. Tiago tapped on his phone. "Two minutes," he finally said. "Driver's name is Omar." "Ready?" Fabien asked. "We'll be at your home soon." "Yeah," James said. Fabien motioned for him to follow. Tiago followed the two. "Wait," Tiago said, as the three of them were in the hall. He disappeared into another room, and emerged with two juice boxes. Both had "1.5" written on them in black marker. "Be sure to get enough to drink," he said to James as he handed one to him. He took the juice box. He knew he should say something, but it was getting more complex to speak. Finally, he managed to say something. "Thanks," and immediately felt dumb for something so simple. Tiago gave James one last hug, and whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry. It's going to be hard," he said. "But I know you can do it." He handed the other juice box to Fabien. "Do what you think needs to be done," Tiago told Fabien. He leaned in. "Don't be afraid to push him. And use what I gave you." The waiting room was empty when Fabien and James left; James was glad not to encounter the man that had heard so much about his life. It wasn't until they got to the elevator that Fabien spoke. "That was so intense," he said. "Hearing you talk about what happened. When we get home. You're gonna have to tell me more." "I guess," James said. He raised his head, and looked at Fabien carefully. The black man had buzzed hair, a thin, yet muscular body. James could see the outline of Fabien's thick cock. "It was hard," he said. He could feel the tears starting to well up in his eyes. "I don't know." "It's all good," Fabien said. "We'll get home first," he said. "It's just a short ride away." He opened the door; both men blinked rapidly in the bright sunlight. Luckily, the car was waiting right there for them. They got in the car, and the driver pulled away. In the car, Fabien took his juice box, and opened it. "You too," he told James. "Not that thirsty," he said. "You need the liquid," Fabien said. "That was what the doctor told you." "Ok," he said. It was strangely hard to open the juice box. James fumbled with the straw, and then there was a piece of tape over the foil opening. James realized it was there to keep it closed when a bit of juice splashed out. "Cheers," Fabien said. "To sharing." "Sharing," James said. The juice was good. It was cold, and James didn't even mind the weird chemical taste. He drank it all in the few minutes it took to get home.