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Im still around. I just haven’t managed to get any more writing done yet. I have the next chapter started and in progress but writers block is still giving me trouble. But I will get back to writing when I’m able.

Mike shortly texted back “I knew you would want more of my POZ cock. I can be back at your place in 30 mins.” I texted him back “Cya soon!” The anxiety rose in my mind that I was going to take another load of POZ cum and my mind screamed I should instead go to Urgent Care and get on PEP immediately. But the memories of the pleasure still overrode my PEP impulse. Since I knew I had time, taking another load would not matter right? So I cleaned up the spare bedroom and decided since i was going to play again I wanted to get it on camera just in case the PEP did not work. That way I would have a video of my conversion should the PEP not work. I slipped on a red thong so Mike would have something to pull off me. The minutes passed quickly and I heard a knock at the door. I answered the door just in my red thong and there stood mike. He wore really tight fitting blue shorts and I could already see his bulge wanting to get out. “Cum in..” I said as he stepped to the door smiling while staring at my thong. “Glad to see you embracing your poz cum sissy side of you and only wearing the thong.” Mike said as he then pushed me in and closed the door behind him. He pressed me against the wall and I could feel the heat of his cock against my leg. Kind of like before he his hands wandered up the sides of my body until they reached my pierced nipples. Electricity passed between my nipples as he slowly manipulated them. I closed my eyes and I could feel him being aroused even more as it felt like his cock would break through his shorts. Then I felt his mouth on my neck as he softly kissed my neck. All new sensations started feeling their way through my body as his kisses slowly worked up to my lips. We kissed what felt like for minutes but then Mike began to push on one side of my body and slowly turned me around. My hands were pressed against the wall as his kissing returned to my neck and I could feel him now slowly humping my ass with his cock. I got enough sense into my mind and said to him “follow me to the bedroom. I slipped out from under him and pulled his left hand with mine. Leading him to the bedroom, i switched the camera on that was focused on my bed as I walked by it. I got near the bed and i felt a push from behind and he snarled “bend over bitch!” I put my hands out to stop the push and ended up with my red thonged ass in the air. I could hear the sounds of fabric falling and guessed that he was disrobing. I felt his hands on my ass as he began to massage my ass . “Shoulders down boy, get ready to get fucked with only my poz pre-cum.” I then felt his poz snake slowly trace its way down my right ass leaving a poisonous trail. I raised my shoulders up just a bit and he slapped me hard on my ass “Shoulders down I said!.” I dropped my shoulders down on the mattress again and felt as Mike pulled my thong aside. His cock began slowly pushing against my puckered hole and he applied more pressure until my ass gave in to his cock. With the tip of his cock just barely penetrating me, Mike asked “Are you ready for another load? Tell me you want it.” I responded back “Fuck me.”, “Not good enough boy” Mike teased. I then answered “ I want your poz cock to fuck me and fill me with your poz cum.” As I answered I knew I was another step from going to get the pep as the words just made sense as he pushed deeper. The amazing feeling of being penetrated by his cock shorted out all my common sense. Slowly but surely he would push a little farther in each time. Finally I could feel his balls touch my ass and my thong riding along his cock as he pulled out each time to just pound back into me. All I could think of was hoping the camera was capturing the moment I truly conceded to his cock and his load inside me. He began to hit my prostate as the tempo of him pounding me increased. The moans of pleasure started to come from me as his cock hit my prostate just right. I could feel my orgasm coming as I too started to leak cum as Mike pounded me. Finally I felt Mike’s pace change and his cock flare inside of me as he roared “Take my POZ LOAD!!” He erupted inside of me and I could feel the ropes of his cum coating my insides as he continued to pump in and out of me. My orgasm hit my prostate and I spewed certainly my last neg load all over the sheets of the bed. My orgasm causing me to just twitch from my first hands free orgasm and Mike collapsing on top of me. I could feel him stop and just slowly shrinking out of my now gaped and cum filled hole. He slapped my ass and moved my thong back over my hole while pushing off me. “Now that you have taken your 2nd load from me, there is no turning back now” Mike whispered. That moment I knew I had no intention of getting PEP and only wanted more poz cock.

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As a top, easily 2500. As a bottom, easily 2500. Of course, some of those crossed over as we flipped!

Part 3 Subject 6 looked up at Carson as he approached the glass. “How are you feeling today?”, Carson asked, as he pulled a clipboard from the wall. Subject 6 looked longingly at Carson’s piercing adorned cock longingly. “I am good Sir. How much longer will I have to stay here?” “Not much longer.” Carson asked him the standard questions he did every week. This stall was designed to be self sustaining. The Subject had everything he could need, bathroom with shower, bed, small kitchenette, even a tv and books so he didn’t get bored. “You know the drill”, Carson said as he put on gloves and took a kit from the table nearby. He opened the pass through, and took a few samples of blood from the Subjects arm, a urine sample, and saliva swab. Next, he opened the lower pass through. The subject removed the grey shirt and joggers he wore, and presented his caged cock. Carson took a key from the wall, and removed the cage. With a gloved hand, he worked a large quantity of lube onto the Subjects cock, and with the other slid a finger into his waiting hole. The Subject began to moan. “Yes sir, that feels so good sir. Please sir, I want to feel your dick in my hole like you promised.” “Shhh, soon boy.” The Subject began to buck, after a week caged and his prostate getting massaged, it didn’t take long before Carson could tell he was about to cum. He took a sample cup, and fingered the prostate harder, almost violently, until the Subject came into the specimen cup. Carson put the subjects deflated cock back into the cage, and logged the samples into a computer nearby. This particular Subject had only been here about a month. At this stage of the trial, Carson really did not need him, it was more for the study than anything. The Subject was a drop out, he failed some class or another one too many times. When he came to Carson it was off of some dating app. Carson had carefully explained the purpose of the trial, and had him sign all of the necessary paperwork. “To improve the human experience”, he told all of his subjects. He flicked a switch, and the blue light disappeared, the glass had turned opaque. He could hear the Subject still panting behind the glass. Carson moved down the barn to the next stall, to see Subject 5.

Part 4 who let the pig out Tj went to the playroom and looked at what he needed to clean so the playroom would be ready for the next session. He did not have to do much but when he stood by the locker of toys he could not resist, he saw a nice thick one lying there and he felt his pussy itch. Over the last few days this had been causing him more and more trouble, if he saw anything else that was shaped like a cock his pussy started itching and he wanted to put it in his ass. His thinking and his needs had completely changed, his sexual needs and thoughts were only about his pussy and how he could have it filled. If you had told him this for several days or weeks that he would think like this when he saw a cock Tj would have laughed at you but his life had taken a turn of more than 180 degrees at this point and he was perfectly happy. Or at least not quite because he took that fat dildo and lay down on the bed. He took the poppers he saw lying around and took some lube. Tj lubed up his pussy with lube and sniffed the poppers heavily and placed the tip of the dildo against his sphincter and gently pushed it in. Tj's pussy was no longer the tense twat from when he had arrived here. By now he had gained a real pussy, a pussy that could easily slide a fat cock inside without feeling any pain at all it was only pleasure. Tj heaved a deep sigh as he felt the dildo slide inside, he began to fuck himself nicely with the dildo and now he would have liked to jerk his cock too that would have finished it off completely. Since he had started his training Tj had not had a stiff cock nor had he squirted cum. By now his balls were bursting because every time he got horny, sucked Sir's cock, got fucked by Sir there was pre-cum pouring out of his cock. That meant that his cum storage capacity was full and he desperately needed to squirt. But on the other hand, the fact that he hadn't squirted yet kept him walking around extremely horny and Tj didn't think that was so bad either. He felt his lower belly getting wet again from his own pre-cum and with his finger he absorbed the pre-cum and licked his fingers clean. After playing with his pussy for a while he stood up and cleaned the dildo and put it back in place. He went to the living room and started drinking his bottles of water. He laid in the couch and took a quick look at the previous session and started playing with his pussy again. Everything he did or thought about in a day was always sexually inspired. Was it cleaning, watching TV, sleeping ... always there was something that made him think of sex and made him play with his pussy. From time to time Peter watched the images of Tj and saw that his apprentice who had been in training for almost 3 weeks now was making nice progress in his transformation. Actually, he could release Tj, he wouldn't run away anyway because the boy was completely sold on his new environment and life but he wanted to be able to control him for a while longer. Tj's basic training was now complete, his mindset had changed, his sphincter was now a pussy, he craved cum and cock and he also wanted to please a man, and Peter would now start his pig, slut and slave training. He would also soon throw a party for Tj and invite some of his friends so that Tj could already experience what it was like to be fucked by several men at once. Because when Tj has completely renounced his previous life and embraced his new life then he will be fucked more often by multiple men at the same time. If Tj stayed with him then he would make it a real cum dump, not that Peter would need to convince Tj to become a cum dump anymore but still. The movie of the previous session had ended and Tj felt how his pussy was very moist, he actually couldn't wait for his watch to go off, then the next session would start and his pussy would get another load of cum from Peter. He also began to long for another slam, he wanted to experience again the blissful feeling the Tina in his body gave him, he wanted to feel as dirty and horny as the first time. The bottles were empty and Tj began to suffer from a full bladder, not that he couldn't hold his piss anymore but it shouldn't last for hours at least. He wondered what the meaning was of having to drink out 2 bottles of water. Not much later his watch went off. Tj went to the bathroom rinsed his pussy, he took the syringe me G put it in a glass and added torade. He had found that he found this tasted the least bad. Tj got hot inside because he noticed that the dose of G in the syringe was more than usual. He immediately realized that Sir was up to something special with him. He eagerly drank the glass and went to the playroom. Put on the blindfold and sat down on all fours. As usual, it took a while for Sir to come in and he felt the G take over his body and how horny and willing he became. But he also noticed that the first wave was more intense than usual and just as Mr. entered the room he fell on his side. P: can't you wait for your master in a decent way anymore boy. T: hmmmmm, oh fuck this is intense P: hmmmmm, you already notice boy the dose is more than normal. I want you all screwed up today. I will give you more so we can start right away. T: oh yes sir, let me see the stars again please. Peter immediately took a syringe with a strong dose of Tina. Tj felt his arm being tied off. T: oh yes sir slam me please, give me a nice fat slam P: you are lucky boy I am in a good mood because you are way too eager, otherwise I would make you work for it but I condone your behavior this time. Tj felt the needle prick his arm and the cold liquid being injected into his vein. He immediately felt gasping like the first time and felt a solid itch in his throat. He had to cough heavily and was catapulted instantaneously into the stars. The slam was much more intense than the first time and Tj was squirming on the bed, unable to control his body. He didn't even notice that Peter had taken off the penis cage because Tj was rubbing his hands all over his body. Peter took off the blindfold and looked deep into Tj's eyes that were spinning in his eye sockets. Tj had his tongue hanging out of his mouth and peter spat in his face. P: How are we feeling Tj growled, moaned and breathed very deeply. T: like dirty slut, a dirty fat pig. Peter nodded in affirmation P: yeah really. Show me you are a real pig. Tj lay on his back, put his legs up and with his hands pulled open the jaws of his ass and showed his pussy and grunted several times very loudly like a pig. Peter had to hold back his laughter as Tj grunted T: fuck this pig sir. This pig cunt is for you P: that looks very tasty boy but that's not how I see you are a real dirty pig. T: oh fuck sir I really need to pee. My bladder is completely full. Peter spit in Tj's face again and let his tongue hang out of his mouth and started playing with his limp cock. P: Then piss boy. Piss then and show me you're a dirty pig. Tj looked at Peter in surprise for a moment and wanted to stand up to try to go to the toilet. But Peter pushed him back onto his back. P: Here pig, piss here. Piss yourself and make yourself a dirty pig. Tj took hold of his limp cock and began to piss gently. He felt the piss run down his belly and fall onto the plasticized mattress. P: Show you mean business boy. Piss on your face and wash yourself with your own piss. Tj put more pressure and the stream started to get heavier and he felt the stream of piss from his cock already on his chest. He applied some more pressure and then he felt his face getting wet with his own piss. He felt it running down his face and instantly a whole new world opened up to him. The pig world. With his free hand he began to rub his face and wet body. Peter watched approvingly. P: yes that's it my little dirty pig. Just piss yourself completely under and let your body smell the way it is supposed to smell. P: open that slut mouth of yours and let that golden nectar flow into that mouth of yours. Tj opened his mouth and tried as best he could to aim the stream at his mouth but just as he got the stream aimed at his mouth his bladder was empty and the stream stopped coming from his flaccid cock. He had just gotten a few last drops in his mouth and that had driven him completely wild. T: oh fuck that tasted heavenly sir. I want more. P: if you want more pig, there's plenty on the bed that you can lick off. That didn't have to be said twice to Tj and he turned around and lay down with his mouth in the pool that had formed beneath him and began to slurp up the heavenly nectar. Peter let Tj lick the piss for a while, he slapped Tj's ass a few times and then pulled his buttocks open, he stuck his face in Tj's ass and started licking his pussy. Tj grunted with pleasure and like a real pig he wallowed in the dirty piss puddle that lay on the mattress. His whole body was now soaked with his own piss. Peter had taken a crystal and pushed it into Tj's pussy and then stood back up, he took a plug with a pig's tail attached to it and pushed it into Tj's eager pussy. Tj felt his pussy begin to glow from the shard Tina and how the plug was rammed into his pussy, he was turned onto his back by Peter. P: looked at that little dirty pig. You make me horny boy. Tj was totally flying and was completely engrossed in his new experience. T: I want more sir. I want more piss. P: oh yes boy, do you want more. Do you want sir's piss. Do you want to feel sir's piss flowing into your belly. T: oh fuck yes sir. Tj suddenly felt a warm jet being sprayed on his face and he looked at Peter with his flying saucers and saw how he was pissing on him and he opened his mouth. He felt the jet being directed toward his mouth and then suddenly squirted right into his mouth. Tj still let the piss run out of his mouth at first because he didn't know what to do and then Peter stopped pissing and he got a slap on the head. P: Drink pig. Let that piss run down your throat understood. Peter pulled Tj's head to his cock. P: open your mouth pig and drink directly from tap. Tj opened his mouth took sir's limp pole in his mouth and felt his mouth being filled with Peter's warm piss. He was flying so violently that he had no trouble keeping the violent stream of piss in and swallowing it. It was a blissful feeling to feel the warm golden nectar squirting onto his tongue and running down his throat. He felt his belly fill up with Peter's piss and it made him even hornier than he already was. Instead of just keeping his mouth still he even started sucking on Peter's cock so that he could suck the last drops out of Peter's cock. Peter took hold of Tj's head with his 2 hands and pushed his cock as deep as he could. His cock was already starting to get a little stiffer too and he stopped pissing. Tj eagerly sucked on. P: oh fuck pig, you are my piss bucket from now on. I still have great plans for you. You will be my prize pig. Peter's words wound Tj up even more and he felt pre-cum running from his cock again. Tj felt how Sir's cock got stiff in his mouth and when he came at his hardest Peter withdrew his cock. He took the pipe filled with crystals and pressed it against Tj's lips. P: you know what to do pig. Tj indeed knew what to do and didn't need any more help either, he took the lighter and melted the crystals, sucked in the Tina smoke and blew a few clouds into the playroom. Tj felt the Tina join the rest of the chems and make him even hornier, more willing and dirty. After his 5th pull, Peter took the pipe off and put it away. Tj had fallen backwards on the bed into the puddle of piss still on the mattress and like a real pig he was rolling in it so his whole body could absorb the smell and the piss. P: fuck yeah boy, get your body all marinated in the piss. Peter took hold of Tj's head and pushed them into his armpit pits. The smell of men's sweat shot through Tj's brain and he couldn't control himself and started licking the armpit pits like mad. With his hands he was rubbing Peter's sweaty body and was looking for Peter's stiff cock. Peter pulled Tj's head away from his one armpit pit and he looked at Tj for a moment and then spat in his face. Tj looked at Peter with a whorish grin and licked the saliva from around his mouth with his tongue. P: What a horny little piggy you are boy. Peter pushed his mouth onto Tj's and began kissing him fiercely. Tj pushed Peter backwards on the bed and came down on him so he could kiss fiercely and take the lead for a while. Peter let his pig do it for a moment and then he pushed his face toward his other armpit pit. The sweaty man smell gave Tj an extra boost and that armpit too was licked all clean from Tj. Peter then pushed Tj down toward his hard fat cock. Tj eagerly took it into his mouth and let it slide down his throat as deep as he could. Peter looked at Tj with a satisfied look. P: OH fuck yeah slut. That throat of yours is fucking delicious. Tj could almost completely control his gagging but he ran out of air and had to take a breath. Peter took that moment to start pissing again. Tj felt his face getting wet again with Peter's piss and immediately took the glans in his mouth so that his mouth was filled with Peter's piss and let all the piss flow in like an accomplished pig. P: Fuck pig, hmmmmm you make me so fucking hot. If you continue like this I will have to reward you soon. Peter's encouraging words made Tj even hornier and he let the pissing cock slide deeper into his mouth until it was completely in his throat, allowing the piss to flow directly into his belly. Peter took hold of Tj's head and gave him another push so that his fat cock was almost balls deep. When Peter had pissed his last drop he pulled his cock out of Tj's mouth and pulled his legs up. P: lick my hole pig. Let's see what a slut's mouth you have. Tj pulled the jaws of Peter's ass open and saw Peter's pussy for the first time and he knew what to do. The sweaty smell of a man's ass met him and he had never experienced this before but this excited him even more than when he licked a woman's pussy. Peter enjoyed Tj's rim arts but did feel that Tj needed to gain some experience before he could fully master it. Tj who had been letting go of all inhibitions all along was now completely unleashed and had found his true calling and purpose. From now on ordinary normal sex would not be able to excite him, this was the thing he had been missing all his life. He must have always been a pig and because of Peter, his inner pig had now fully emerged and he could not go back to his previous life. Peter lowered his legs and turned Tj onto his back and now he sat down with his ass on top of Tj so he could lick him in a different position for once. To Peter's great surprise, he saw that life had come into Tj's flaccid cock. It had become slightly swollen and was beginning to jump up and down slightly. Peter was pleased with what he saw because now he knew for sure that Tj was a born pig. P: You little dirty pig, there is still life in that cock of yours. Peter stood up and went to a dresser and took out a tablet of viagra. P: open your mouth slut, you will get a reward for your good behavior. Peter gave Tj an empty glass put his cock in it began to piss in it. When the glass was half full he put the tablet viagra on Tj's tongue. Tj put the warm glass to his lips and drank the fresh piss and swallowed the tablet viagra that way. Again, he also got the pipe pushed against his lips and only had to blow clouds. Tj had to sit on all fours and got a few slaps against his ass. Tj had not yet noticed that there was a pig's tail hanging from the end of the plug, but with every slap he got his tail shook back and forth nicely and Peter heard how Tj moaned with pleasure. Peter found it a tremendously horny sight to see his creation enjoying the moment so much and struggled to contain himself and not jump on Tj. P: grrrrrrr fuck boy. I want to stretch that cunt of yours. I want to stretch it open and push my fist in. T: hmmm ohh, fuck yes sir. Stretch my cunt open. Piss in my cunt and plant your fist in it. P: do you want that boy. Do you want sir's fist in your cunt. T: oh fuck yes. My hole is all yours. P: then lie down in the sling you dirty pig. Tj lay down in the sling and Peter fastened Tj's feet so he could let his legs hang in the chains. He watched Peter put a tourniquet back around his arm. Peter took a syringe filled with Tina and he looked for a nice vein. Tj felt another prick and watched as blood mixed with the clear mixture in the syringe. T: may I inject myself sir. May I send myself into the stars again. P: go ahead boy. You've earned this. It thrilled Tj that for the first time he was allowed to administer a slam to himself and at that moment for the first time his own cock came completely hard. Peter had seen it and took Tj's stiff cock in his hands and started pulling on it. P: Fuck boy, you are one of those lucky bastards who can still get stiff with a little help. Tj got a blissful feeling all over him when Peter started pulling on his stiff cock because that feeling had been around for a very long time. P: c'mon boy lets fly back to the stars and empty that syringe. Tj pushed on the plunger and watched as the red liquid disappeared into his arm and it wasn't long before he got back the stroke of the slam and felt like a real pig again. His pussy was now fully on fire and although he felt the plug firmly in his pussy it was no longer enough. T: owh yes, yes, take me, take my fucking cunt. Peter pulled the plug out of Tj's hole in 1 jerk and saw how the sphincter was completely open and making sucking movements, it was like it was looking for a cock to suck inside. Peter took a large portion of grease and lubricated Tj's pussy with it and pushed 4 fingers inside at the same time. Tj closed his eyes let him go fully into the sling and moaned. Peter started to stretch Tj's pussy open more and more with his hands and he took one dildo about 9 cm thick and wanted to push it inside but he still felt some resistance from Tj's sphincter. He took the poppers and pushed them under Tj's nose and ordered him to sniff. Tj sniffed heavily at the fresh poppers and felt his cunt relax further. Tj felt Peter trying to push the huge dildo into his cunt and how his sphincter gave up trying to work against it. Tj felt his cunt being pulled completely open to its maximum and how the dildo slowly slid in advance of his sphincter. The feeling of being pulled open like this excited him so much that pre-cum spontaneously oozed from his stiff cock. Tj started pulling on his dick and that made him relax even more so the dildo slid in more smoothly. Peter didn't expect it to go in so easily and let Tj continue pulling on his stiff pole for a while. Because his Tj's pussy was so full of the dildo he felt that his bladder was still completely full of piss and he without being ashamed of it or thinking about it just started to empty his bladder. From Tj's tense cock the piss gushed out, he pointed his cock at his face and the jet sprayed onto his face. He opened his mouth so he could catch his own piss and the jet was now squirting straight into his mouth. P: fuck, fuck yeah little dirty pig. Drink that dirty piss of yours. Peter pulled the dildo out of Tj's pussy and immediately pushed his hand inside. He was able to push all 5 of his fingers inside and touch down to the thickest point of his hand. Tj had just stopped pissing and felt Peter's hand twisting inside his pussy and he could not contain his moans anymore. Peter continued to play with Tj's cunt for a while but would not push any further with his hand. He would let Tj continue to train his cunt himself over the next few days so that next time his cunt would be completely ready to be fisted. Tj was completely in pig heaven and then he felt the hand disappear from his hole. He opened his eyes and saw Peter standing next to him and offering him his cock. P: suck pig. Tj took Peter's cock in his mouth and began to suck it. He felt the cock get hard back in his mouth and then Peter pulled it out. Peter went back to Tj's ass and pushed his cock all the way in at once. Tj's pussy was completely loose and Peter felt no resistance at all. Tj's cunt was glowing and Peter enjoyed the warm cave for a moment. P: Your cunt is fantastic boy. It's just a little dry. Peter looked with a devilish look at Tj T: make it wet sir, make my cunt wet with your fat cock. P: hmmmmm, ok dirty piggy. I will make your pussy nice and moist. Peter pushed his cock balls deep into Tj's pussy and began to empty his bladder. Tj felt a warm glow forming in his bowels and lower abdomen and felt piss begin to flow from his pussy . Tj was totally out of control of his sphincter and could not keep the piss in and it ran down Peter's cock back out of his pig cunt onto the floor. T: oh yes sir, fill my cunt with your piss and cum . Peter started fucking Tj's cunt while pissing and felt how soggy Tj's cunt had become because of his piss. Tj now felt like a real pig and let himself go completely. He moaned and pulled on his stiff cock. Peter increased the pace of his thrusts and sling rocked briskly back and forth. Tj couldn't hold back anymore. T: oh fuck sir I'm going to squirt. Can I squirt. P: oh yeah little dirty pig. Just squirt your cum. Peter thrust very heavily into Tj's pussy and Tj felt his balls getting ready to squirt their huge load of cum. Tj cried out in pleasure and felt the blissful feeling of ejaculation come over him and shot his first load of cum in weeks. It was a huge load of cum coming out of his balls as his entire chest and belly were full of his cum. Peter lubricated his hands in it and pushed his seed-laden hand into Tj's mouth. Tj who was still gasping eagerly devoured his own cum and swallowed it all. Now Peter also came to his climax and squirted his cum deep into Tj's bowels. Peter fell down on Tj's chest and licked up Tj's remaining cum and then spit it into Tj's face. P: you dirty slut. I'm proud of what you've become. Peter pushed the pig-tailed plug back into Tj's gaping cunt and unhooked it. Peter and Tj kissed some more and then Peter took Tj back to his bedroom. Peter laid out another letter made sure everything was replenished and left. The next morning, Tj woke up and then saw his pig-tailed plug for the first time. He started laughing but was actually proud of his pigtail. The last session had completely changed his world and had given him new visions and desires. He smelled his own body for a moment and he noticed how his body smelled like piss. He felt how his trapped cock wanted to get stiff again but didn't ass up because he was trapped again. Still Tj had a relieved feeling in his balls because they had been able to unload their load .He got up and went to the kitchen to see what Sir had laid out for him. He saw the letter lying there and read it. From now on you are my little dirty pig, my personal piss bucket and stinking cunt. You would make me happy if the next session you still smell like the previous session. But I'm not committing you to anything. It would, however, indicate your willingness to fully surrender to your training and accept your new role. I have to do some meetings for work and won't be back for a few days. This will give your body some time to recover from our sessions and you can regain your strength so that you are ready for the next part. I would like you to use this time to stretch your pussy further because in our next session I want to be able to plant my fist in your ass. From now on, I also want you to have drunk enough water before every session and to have your new plug in your pussy. Wear it with pride and then I will use you like you should use a real proud pig. To celebrate your transformation I will provide a reward before our next session. So just make sure you have gained enough strength. See you in a few days.

The bookstore was quiet yesterday afternoon. I had taken a half-day off work and, horned out of my mind, decided I would get myself ready and head out to see what kind of trouble I could get into. Having paid my entry fee, I made my way into the back room. This particular bookstore has all booths, no public rooms – but there are two separate spaces, each with a dozen or so booths each, and several of them have glory holes. I have swallowed countless loads through those holes over the years, but today I had something different in mind. I had never taken a load in my ass through one, and it was time to change that. To my chagrin, all the pairs of glory hole booths were occupied when I walked in. I meandered around for a bit, navigating around the other guys who were prowling the halls. I heard the door to the main store open a few times, and on my next circle, sure enough, a pair of booths was open. I entered one and locked the door, turning on the video and hitting my brown bottle as I waited for the door in the next booth to squeak shut. It did not take long. A figure entered, and I could see his camouflage shorts through the hole in the wall. He started the video in his booth and took out his cock, stroking it to get it hard. I placed my hand by the hole to let him know I was ready to take his cock, but to my great disappointment his hand appeared instead of his cock. I tried to coax him a few more times, but he would not take me up on my offer. Frustrated, I realized he wasn’t planning on leaving, so I stepped out of my booth and began wandering the halls again. I tried a few more booths, but guys seemed more interested in looking through to see who was on the other side of the hole than they were in using the hole for its intended purpose. I finally gave up and went back to my car. Still insanely horny, I sat in my car and perused Grindr and Sniffies to see if I could find a top nearby. The closest guy on Grindr was only a few hundred feet away – probably inside the store. So, I messaged him. “Hey, where are you?” As I suspected, he informed me that was inside. “I’m in the parking lot,” I responded. “I need to get fucked.” “Come in and take my load through the glory hole,” he replied, then gave me the number of the booth he was in. I went back into the store and into the back room, and sure enough, the booth next to his was open. I no sooner locked the door than a thick cock about seven inches long slid through the hole. I undid my shorts as I knelt, pulling out my lube and slathering a blob on my hole as I took him in my mouth. He sighed with pleasure as I worked his shaft back and forth, getting it nice and slick. His hard cock got harder, and I knew it was time. I stood, grabbing his shaft with my hand as I turned around and bent over. I guided the tip to my hungry pucker and then pushed back. He pushed forward at the same time, and suddenly he was as deep in me as the plywood wall between us would allow. He started pumping urgently as I placed my hands on my knees for support. It didn’t take long before I heard him grunt. I squeezed my sphincter around his shaft and felt those telltale pulses – for the first time ever, I was getting bred by a random stranger through a glory hole! Sure, I’ve taken plenty of anonymous loads while blindfolded, but this was a new and very different experience. The pulses subsided and he quickly pulled out of my ass, leaving a bead of cum running down the wall from the bottom of the hole. In a flash he was zipped up and out the door. I decided to stay a little longer, but it was the wrong time of day for there to be any kind of crowd, so I eventually gave up and went home, his cum soaking my underwear as I drove. I’ll definitely go back another day when the back room is busier and see if I can get even more anonymous cum that way.

"Former President Donald Trump's recent acknowledgment that he lost the 2020 election has rattled prominent far-right figures, with some saying they will lead a campaign to keep him from being elected in 2024. At least three times in recent weeks Trump, the 2024 Republican party nominee, has acknowledged that he lost in 2020 "by a whisker." "He beat us by a whisker. It was a terrible thing," Trump said of President Joe Biden during a 45 minute interview Aug. 4 with podcaster Lex Fridman. He used similar language at an Aug. 30 Moms for Liberty summit and an Aug. 23 press event at the Southern border. Despite frequently and falsely claiming that he actually won the election and making the issue a central point of his 2024 bid, Trump has occasionally over the last few years admitted that he lost. Trump lost the popular vote to Biden by 7 million votes and the Electoral College by 74 electoral votes. His effort to overturn the election culminated in Jan. 6, 2021 attack on the U.S. Capitol by Trump supporters hoping to stop the certification of his defeat. The reaction to Trump's most recent comments from some far-right activists and influencers has been unusually stark. White nationalist Nick Fuentes blasted Trump Sept. 4 for admitting that he lost the 2020 election, and said that he will work to get voters not to back Trump. "So, why did we do Stop the Steal? Why did did anyone go to Jan. 6? Why did any one go to jail? ... It would have been good to know that before 1,600 people got charged," Fuentes said on his podcast, referring to the criminal charges for those who invaded and ransacked the Capitol. "It would’ve been good to know that before (I) had all my money frozen, put on a no-fly list, banned from everything, lost all my bank and payment processing.”" [think before following links] https://www.yahoo.com/gma/trump-admits-lost-2020-leading-192730313.html?spot_im_highlight_immediate=true&spot_im_reply_id=sp_Rba9aFpG_f18f1714-13c9-3b18-b348-5a85722416cb_c_2lff0F0LeWFfQTJXSvgsf4oqoPH_r_2lk23HqSlALpL4bFKAkyJ6TiW0V&utm_source=spotim&utm_medium=e-mail&utm_campaign=liked-message&spot_im_redirect_source=email "Why?" indeed Nick. That's the question the non fringe part of the country has been asking for years. Why would you, or anyone, chose to disbelieve all the systems we have in place to ensure fraud and stolen elections don't happen. Instead believe all the people running those systems are part of a conspiracy, and not one of them is going to blow a whistle. Instead you believe one guy who needs a thesaurus and isn't very good at lying? In trumpland, everything you lost is just a "whisker."

Okee dokee. You wrote: That would come as a shock to any number of societies that existed in millennia past, having invented money but which had zero socialist features. Given that most of the rest of your ill-informed screed descends from this gross misunderstanding of economics, I really could leave it at that and consider your argument debunked. Every government that does *anything* is "redistributive". Roads built with taxes redistribute money. Public buildings, including the courts needed to vindicate private rights, redistribute money through their very existence. Taxes exist as a means of providing societal good. The fact that they're sometimes abused doesn't mean that by definition, they're a failure. And as @NEDenver pointed out, the overwhelming majority of people who don't pay *income* taxes do not, AT PRESENT, make enough to hit the lowest level of taxation. That includes disabled people and those too sick to work, children, full-time students, retired people, and more. That's the only way anyone can get anywhere close to claiming that "51%" of people are taking the other 49%'s money, and even then, that's still a specious claim. Beyond that: almost all of those people still pay other forms of tax, including sales and use taxes (state and local), property taxes (state and local, either directly or included in their rents, because as an expense of renting property to others, that's going to be calculated in), tariffs (federal, which drive up the costs of imported goods for domestic consumers), plus a wide variety of "fees" (state and local) that are as often as not taxes by another name. You should have stayed hating her. The fundamental flaw in her (and most conservatives' thinking) is that she and they think society exists to benefit themselves, so they can get rich off the labor of others. The truth is that society exists - or should exist, at any rate - as a way for a population to band together to jointly make and create the things that make it possible to live together peacefully. We have courts and police so that someone in every family doesn't have to stay awake all night guarding one's house and livestock. We have regulation of agriculture so that we don't all have to grow our own wheat and zucchini and sheep and chickens to have food to eat but can still be reasonably assured that the food we buy is safe. Money provides a relatively stable means of conducting trade between people, so that I can trade my work (physical or mental) for money, which I can then trade for food and housing (or a computer or a vacation). Almost every person on earth depends on others to survive. Even among the most "primitive" (by western standards) tribes engage in trade, and have for millennia. I sincerely doubt you'd survive six months if you had to do everything on your own, including somehow preventing the pollution of whatever land you claimed as your own (or even being able to hold onto that claim).

@IrishBoi: To answer your question, I'm going to give you what is strictly my opinion, and that is "No, you should not become poz." It's not just that "stay negative" is my default advice, although it is; it's that you have identified several potential issues you'd need to resolve. For starters, you note that all the poz people you know are undetectable. That is, in fact, the status for the overwhelming majority of gay men in the developed western world who are poz and who know it. Of course, there are always poz men who don't know (and thus have never gone on medications), and there are a handful - not many - who avoid meds, sometimes to their detriment. But they're a small minority of poz men in the west. Second, as you note, a lot of undetectable guys want nothing to do with chasers. They became poz not deliberately but because of misplaced trust, a broken condom, substance abuse problems, a drunken fling, or whatever. Some of the ones who've been poz the longest gave up trying to prevent it, back in the days when infection rates were high, so they could stop stressing and worrying about every single sexual encounter. But almost all of them decided they'd rather live a long life, and the introduction of modern HIV medications made that possible. Not a lot of them are going to want to give that up just to help you "cross over." Third, you yourself note that you have issues with taking pills, and while I wouldn't call my HIV pill "massive", it's larger than the ones I take for controlling my blood pressure, my cholesterol, etc. On the other hand it's considerably smaller than my daily vitamin or the handful of joint/heart supplements I also take. If you did manage to become poz, I can assure you: unless you're one of a very few lucky non-progressors, within a relatively short period of time, maybe ten years, you'll likely be fighting to stay alive and active, if you can't take the medication. Fourth, you say you've "fully considered" being poz, but I can assure you, the reality, especially if you can't take medications, is nothing you've thought about. If you don't know anyone poz who isn't undetectable, and haven't watched anyone in the hospital who's wasted away from 200 lbs down to 120 in five months because his body's giving out, you haven't "fully considered" anything. Yes, yes, I get it: there's a forbidden element to HIV conversion, which many of us have eroticized. But the reality is really divorced from the fantasy if standard treatment isn't an option, and it sounds like it isn't for you.

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.

It was Sunday night, and I was on my regular cruising tour in Berlin. I already took several loads in JAXX - a porn cinema. Most of them thru glory holes. Some I swallowed some were pumped in my ass. Still needing more, I ended up next door in SCHEUNE a rather sleazy sex club. I was 26 years old at that time and had gradually drifted from safe sex only to raw only. The only thing I was wearing were boots and some black jock-hotpants to give easy access to anybody who wanted to fuck me. I had a slim body with some muscles and almost no body hair. So, I was sucking an older guy that was sitting on a small brick wall bending over 90 degrees exposing my boy cunt. It didn't take long, and somebody slid his dick in my ass. I stopped my sucking and looked back. It was an older fat guy but his cock felt really good, so I turned back to the hard dick in front of me and continued to suck it. More and more guys joint and I felt multiple hands touching my almost naked body. Nobody said a thing. The only thing you could here was moaning and the slapping sound of fucking bodies. The guy that fucked me pulled his dick out and another guy took his place right away. Suddenly I heard some commotion nearby. Some mumbling and then a pretty loud voice. “Who needs a POZ load?” It became even more quiet as the guy continued to ramble. “I'm gonna give you my POZ babies!” Basically, everybody that came to SCHEUNE to have sex fucked raw including me. And most of the guys were probably POZ but I never heard anybody talking about it or even yelling it out. I let the dick that was all the way down my throat slide out again and looked around to see who was causing the commotion. It was a tall guy wearing black leather pants and a harness around his bare slightly hairy chest. On his left pec he had fairly large biohazard tattoo. So, I guess he wasn't just talk! The guy that was fucking me started to moan and shot his load into my guts and pulled out. The guy with the biohazard tattoo caught me staring at him and said: “I'm gonna POZ your little slut cunt!” He was absolutely right calling me as slut cunt, and I most likely have taken dozens of POZ cum loads already. So far though I never got infected with AIDS. I didn't move and was anxious to see if he would penetrate me. So far, I wasn't really chasing the gift. I just loved being fucked raw and take loads in my guts. When I started to let guys fuck me raw, I even avoided those who looked sick or very skinny. But soon I basically let anybody fuck me and give me their cum. The guy stared at me and unbuckled his pants. He presented a big hard dick covered with veins. He wore a cockring that was pushing his fat and firm balls forward. But best of all he had a fat PA piercing! A shiver went through my body when I said to him: “Please POZ me!” I felt like I just pulled the trigger handle of the guillotine. “Yeah bitch! You are gonna get it!” I spread my legs a little more and remained in that bend over position. The guy was standing right behind me and said: “Look at all that cum flowing out of your slutty boy cunt.” I felt the hard steel of the PA piercing pressing against my hole. “Nothing better than converting a young boy!” When he said converting, I felt doubts if I should really do this. I convinced myself with a couple of deep poppers hits. “Give it to me!”, I swallowed and added: “Give me your AIDS!” The crowd that was watching me being fucked by the other guy had disappeared. I guess they were intimidated by all that POZ talk. The guy grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them and pushed his fuck meat straight into me. I felt a sharp pain and tried to escape his penetration, but he grabbed my hips and held me tight. “Too late for second thoughts now, kid! Your little boy pussy is mine now!” The penetration pain subsided and turned into pure lust. I was so ready to knowingly take a POZ load. The guy pulled his dick out a little bit and said: “Look at that fat POZ meat in that little NEG hole!” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “Not NEG for long, though!” He let out a dirty laugh and started fucking me. His big fuck meat felt great, and I felt his massive PA piercing plowing my unprotected ass. I took a couple more hits of poppers which amplified that great sensation of being fucked raw. I moaned: “Please Sir. Fuck my slutty boy cunt!” He didn't answer and continued to fuck me with long slow strokes. “Give me your toxic cum!” The guy grabbed the poppers from my hand and took a couple of very long hits while he continued to plow my ass. He leaned forward again, returned the poppers and whispered: “I shoot cum like a horse they say.” His fucking intensified and I couldn't wait to take his POZ cum. “Please knock me up!” I noticed that some guys gathered around us again watching me getting POZed. First, they watched in silence but soon I heard them encouraging my fucker to bread me. The fucking got rougher and rougher. The guy put his left hand on my shoulder and his right on my belly. “Good boy! Get ready for my load now!”, he grunted. He rubbed my stomach and said: “I'm gonna flood that nice smooth belly with toxic POZ cum!” I hesitated a little but realized it is too late now anyway and answered: “Yeah! Please POZ my boy cunt!” The guy slammed his fuck meat balls deep into me and started to plant his POZ seed deep inside me. “Fuck! Yeah bitch! Take my AIDS load”, He yelled. I actually felt his cum spraying into my guts. The thought of getting inseminated with POZ cum took me over the edge. Just in time a pulled my rock-hard dick out of my shorts and shot my load against that little brick wall in front of me. He grabbed my hand by the wrist and led it to his shaft. “Feel it! Feel how it pulses the POZ cum into your little slut cunt!” I just gasped as I felt how his dick was contracting and expanding slightly pumping more and more sperm into me. He moved his still hard dick back and forth and grunted: “Let's spread that toxic seed all over your fuck canal.” I slowly came back to my senses while I felt the steel of his PA piercing plowing my cum filled pussy. Shit! What have I done?! I just knowingly took a POZ load in public. I could have pulled away from him and try to push out his lethal cum. But instead, I let him stay inside me creaming my guts with sperm. I looked around. There were four or five guys watching me getting impregnated. Two of them stroke their dicks. “In three or four weeks you can go around and knock up your little boyfriends.”, the guy said for everybody to hear. He finally pulled his fuck meat out of my tormented hole and pushed my bud cheeks firmly together. “You wanna keep that inside you as long as you can!” He put his dick into his leather pants and left. I went upstairs grabbed my clothes from the wardrobe and left. On my way home I touched my stomach imagining the toxic cum doing its work already. I promised myself that I would push all that sperm out as soon as I got home. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment I went straight to the bathroom. I took off my shirt looked at myself in the mirror. I looked at the toilet and took off my pants which left me just wearing those jock-shorts. The little Poppers bottle fell out of the pocket of my pants. I picked it up and took two deep hits. Right away I felt that great sensation and I thought about that POZ guy that fucked me so merciless. I put my middle finger in my sloppy fuck hole and held it under my nose. I inhaled that great cum smell as if I was sniffing Poppers. I licked the sperm off my finger and opened the drawer under the sink. On top of all the other sex toys lay my big black bud plug. I looked in the mirror and said to myself. “Fuck it! You know you want it!” It took some effort and some more poppers, but I pushed it in, and it sealed my cunt. I dropped into my bed and fell asleep right away.

Piss it is: In the hole, mouth or on the body. Be a man and take it.

You know, every now and then, I love to crack open a beer, hook up my shower enema bag, and get going at a good relaxing enema! I lay down in the tub with each leg resting on the rim of the tub, insert the enema hose(after a good lubing)get pass that second hole and then just let that warm water do its thing! I sip my beer, got some music playing, and usually look at porn on my phone while feel I things moving...when it's time, I pull out the hose, release, wash that shite down the drain and start over...something so relaxing about it as I take care of my hairy ass!..then I am ready for a good fisting and fucking!..

Ears, septum and nipple at present. Have had PA and eyebrow. Definitely want more, especially in genital area.

Former mostly straight guy here, I always liked sucking cock but when I finally got fucked, there was no turning back. Got rid of my girlfriend and now 100% into pleasing guys, to the point that I don't even want to cum anymore. My favorite scenario is being head down, ass up waiting for a cock to fuck me bare and breed me. Been trying to sign up on here for months, thanks to whoever fixed it. Love that there's a place I can go and not be judged about loving bareback cock and getting my hole filled with cum!

I’m sorry you have no grasp of economics. I’ve already got a friend from high school a bunch of us are trying to yank out of stupid right wing rabbit holes, but we can start with how our taxation system is designed to transfer wealth from the bottom to a very small subset of people at the top. Stupid Republicans whine about how we’re feeding children instead of making them crawl around fixing machinery in meat packing plants. Evil Republicans are collecting the money the rest of us including the stupid Republicans put in by government subsidies at a faster rate than ever before thanks to the last round of tax cuts pushed through by the Republicans in Congress. Also, the laughability of pretending self sustainability is possible in the modern era is flat out alt-right nonsense. For starters, I guarantee you didn’t build the device you’re using to access this forum yourself. I used to pack shotgun shells with my dad and uncle growing up, but no one smelts and forms their own guns and ammunition after mining the raw materials. We distribute specialized tasks out. Hell, even Grizzly Adams got the occasional package. It’s not like life can be a live action version of Valheim. Alt-righters would just be silly if they weren’t so hellbent on creating a utopia for the top 0.1% at the expense of the rest of us, including themselves . Gay alt-righters are sillier, since we all know we’re one of the social outgroups getting scapegoated.

You're very welcome. As @Poz50something noted, there's some sort of myth about a "community" of poz barebackers that you can join by becoming poz, but it's just that - a myth. It wasn't always necessarily so. Back when AIDS was first discovered - and when HIV was identified as the cause - the affected community DID have to come together, because we were shunned not only by panicked straight people, but also by other gay people who weren't poz. You're way too young to have seen the reaction to the world as a whole when gay men suddenly started dying of a mysterious illness, one that couldn't readily be diagnosed until the onset of one or more of what were called "opportunistic infections" - the kinds of infections that were killing gay men whose immune systems were completely collapsing, even though these infections were almost unknown in the broader world (or were easy to treat in other cases). I was fortunate, if one can call it that (and I hate that word in this sense) that I lived in a relatively small city far from the big population centers where HIV initially spread rampantly - New York City, San Francisco, Los Angeles. Once HIV was identified and a test developed to detect its antibodies, we learned that as many as HALF of gay men in San Francisco - one of the two centers of gay culture in the US - were HIV positive. Virtually every one of those people tested then are dead, many decades ago. The problem for the rest of the country, of course, is that thousands and thousands of gay men traveled to those cities from other places every year, having sex with locals, and bringing the infection back to their local community. Local mores being what they are, it didn't usually spread as far within those smaller towns and cities, but it didn't stay contained to the original person, either. Public reaction was predictably horrible. One very prominent conservative pundit called for mandatory tattooing of a "positive" indicator on the asses of gay men who tested positive, so that at least anyone who had sex with them would be informed (as though most of us weren't being up front anyway). Ambulance companies would refuse to transport early victims to the hospital because they didn't know if the disease was transmitted by air or not, and gay people weren't important enough, generally speaking, that anyone was outraged by that kind of behavior. In that kind of environment, the healthier poz guys stepped up to help care for others (along with, to be fair, a lot of negative gay men willing to help). Even more so, lesbian groups did even more; since they were (broadly speaking) far less likely to get infected, they did a lot of the "on the ground" work of caring for their poz friends and brothers. They were often the only reason gay men didn't literally die in the streets, as they helped establish some of the earliest hospices to care for the dying. That was then. Importantly, even though there WAS a community of people coming together in the face of being poz, it was a community none of us WANTED to be in. There's only been this "eroticization" of HIV in the last couple of decades. In fact, I'd say there were perhaps five main overlapping periods: --Panic and fear, because we didn't know what was going on (until about 1985); --Resolute fighting and demands for improved care and treatment (1985-early 90's); --A kind of resignation that if becoming poz is likely or inevitable, we might as well let it happen so we can stop stressing after every sex act (early 90's to about turn of the century); --Dawn of hope that new medications could extend life by some substantial unknown amount of time (1996-2010 or so); and --The discovery that getting to undetectable meant inability to transmit the virus, coupled with the development of PrEP to prevent infection in the first place (early 2010's - present). As far as I can tell, the eroticization of HIV infection didn't begin to take hold until the third and fourth periods - people began fantasizing that, well, if I'm going to become poz, let's make it deliberate and something done knowingly to me, making me part of that community. The irony is that the "community" was already on its way out, because government had finally sort of gotten its act together and was helping provide treatment, and being able to become undetectable meant HIV-positive people didn't have "that look" that outed them as poz. Most of the things that brought us together - fundraisers for HIV care, to pay for special HIV hospices, demonstrations to demand research and action - were going by the wayside.

I know that feelin. I make sure my loads are deep up my boys ass.

Your buddy is probably a 0g or 00g - I'd ask him. The bigger the cock, the bigger the PA is can have. I'm a 0g - that's as big as I can go based on the size of my cock. You'll love having a pierced cock.

I do both--and I never know which until the moment happens. Sometimes I know I don't want it too deep, if I'm looking for a snack after the fuck...

So I've studied similar setups for the purposes of mind control if this boy is gonna be someone you wanna control/use for a period of time (more on that in a sec): Add the blindfold and headphones first. Everything you use after this should be out of view of the bottom until they can't see or hear. Turn on the audio. Make sure they absolutely cannot hear anything at all. I suggest starting with a track other than the primary hypnosis one while you finish setting up. Turn on your hypnosis tracks after you finish the immobilization. Make them as immobile as possible. If you're gonna have sex do it prior. Then tighten any restraints, add restraints, if they like plugs or something add one but not anything too big. You can also move them to one of those rubber body bags with a straight jacket (if you have it) or use rope and a chair. The point regardless is to have them in a position they can maintain without strain for longer periods, but absolutely without any ability to move. If going for a longer sesh, you can add in periodic stimuli they don't understand. Some people put a heat blanket under or near and every once in a while, add momentary head. You can do this also with vibration or turning a fan on and off pointed towards them, or even opening a bottle of fragrance. You want their brain to question through the session whether what they are experience is real, or in their heads. Another is to drip a single drop of cold or warm water somewhere on their exposed skin they can't touch. Was it real? Or not? You wanna do this at irregular intervals so they cannot establish a sense of time (meaning don't do it regularly every 15 minutes, but on the 3, 7, 15, 19, 30 minute - whatever). One other thing is to incorporate your queue word into the track. It's simple audio editing but record yourself saying a word - it can be anything but should not be something they hear all the time. I'm struggling to think of what right now - orangutan, lemongrass....lol make it one word. Have this play over the hypnosis throughout at 50% volume of the track. This will be the word you use later to queue their alertness to your commands/requests. NOW, how long do you keep them this way, depends. If you're having a full weekend session, and you want control, 4 hours post your first sexual experience will be enough. If you'd prefer ongoing enduring control, you can keep going longer and repeat weekly or whenever you get a sense the effect is wearing off. A friend of mine was once kept this way for 36 hours and still responds to his masters control word though not the way he did at first. After this time, your sub will be somewhat disoriented and may have challenges forming statements. Begin using your word to tell them to go to the kitchen, sit at the table, and drink the water or something similar and let them reorient themselves. You don't need to coddle them and can go almost immediately back to sexual or other types of control after that, even in public. TWO MORE THINGS: When you have a commend, make it in the form of a statement. So, "Oragutan, go to the table sit down drink the water." No please, no thank you. And not a question "Oragutan, will you please go to the table sit down and drink the water." Over time, your sub starts to hear your statements as questions so start to see it as their own will versus yours. Depending on your drug use or comfort (though ketamine is legal a lot of places), either microdose or significant dose him throughout the session. Ketamine experiences are highly sensory based on surroundings and senses, but you control all of those, so it can become a really intense experience. I've done this several times consensually, but you can imagine some people do this without consent. My first time I was group fucked while blinded and with headphones then moved and bound and kept that way for 24 hours. Once out, I got used by god knows how many people for a few days and felt completely in control of the entire situation but was completely under the control of my dom. It was a really hot experience and I've done it again for shorter periods since then. The third time was definitely pervier and that was hot too because it felt less like my control and more like complete submissing and control. Anyway, hope that helps! Sorry for long post.

As deep as I can push my load into that mankunt and try to knock him up good 😈

I am a (divorced) single parent and one of my kids has special needs, so I *never* play at home. When I had a job that took me away from home, I played pretty much every weeknight - depending where I was, it would be (in order of preference): my hotel room, sauna or cruise. I love the Greenhouse Saunas in both Birmingham and Luton and I used to be a regular visitor at Boltz. The thing with all of those though - I found Boltz lost something around 2015 when they did a redesign. Prior to that it was full of these little nooks and crannies and had a single gloryhole at the bottom of some stairs where I took a ton of loads. After the redesign, it lost the sleaziness. Then they moved and still haven't recovered it in my opinion. Same with the Greenhouse at Birmingham - they redesigned it around the same sort of time, lost a load of cubicles and the like and it seemed to become less of a sleazy fuckfest. I haven't been to Luton in years - the last time was just after lockdown and it was dead. There were more staff than guests. And the other issue is local places like The Boiler Room in Sheffield and Zeus in Mansfield all close too early in the week (and as above, weekends are really tough for me). It's getting tougher too - hotels that used to have easy access moved to card access or gone altogether (the Britannia Hotels in Nottingham and Birmingham were not exactly the best but easy for tops to walk in and out of and get straight to your room). Which gives me an idea actually - I think I'll start a thread where guys can list easy-access hotels. It might take away some of the guesswork.

It took my anonymous top longer than I would have preferred, but I was thankful when the door opened and I saw a pair of sandals with socks walk through the door. I couldn’t tell much, but his legs seemed thin. Saw him walk directly to the first stall, open up the door, and heard him say in a low voice “That’s a good cumdump” before feeling his hands on my ass. He ran a finger along my crack, pausing at my hole. I heard him spit and felt a spindly finger slowly probing my hole before slipping in. I took a hit of poppers, trying to not get close to the ground. I heard shorts dropping to the ground as he removed his finger and him spit again, rubbing his dick before I felt pressure again on my hole. The tip wasn’t very big, and with the poppers, he slid right on in. He bottomed out quickly and let out a long moan. I couldn’t tell how big he was, but my guess would have been around 4-5in long and average girth. My thoughts were interrupted as he pulled out and slammed himself inside of me, hitting my prostate with his raw dick. I let out a surprised yelp followed by a moan. I heard a chuckle behind me and he fucked me with the speed of a jackrabbit. My dick was leaking precum into my jockstrap, my head was almost getting pushed into the wall opposite, and I lost myself moaning louder than I should have. After about two minutes, the anonymous top started whimpering “fuck…fuck…take my load faggot.” I felt his slender fingers grab underneath my hips and pull me back as he thrust as deep as he could in me. I swear I felt his dick pulsing as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. “Stay right there until I leave, slut” he said to me. I felt him pull out quickly and heard the familiar click of a phone taking a photo. I heard a shuffling of clothes and saw the socks in sandals walk out the door. I barely had a moment to gather my thoughts when the door opened again.

I moved as quickly as I could without making a sound out the door. It was about midday on a Thursday so I didn’t have class. I quickly texted “Daddy,” the poz man that had bred me through a broken condom, to see if he was available. In the meantime however, I knew of a cruisy bathroom in a park nearby. I rapidly logged on to the usual cruising sites and posted that I would be at the bathroom in about 15 minutes. I hopped in the car and drove off. Getting to the park was easy enough with it being in the middle of the work day. The streets were not as congested, and parking was of no concern. The bathroom itself was situated towards the back of the park and near trails that were not commonly used. My jockstrap was containing my dick so that I wouldn’t be getting hard while walking, but my ass twitched with each step. After a bit of walking, fighting through some overgrown underbrush, and stopping a moment to check if I was headed in the right direction, the bathroom came into sight. it wasn’t much to look at from the outside. The men’s toilet was on the left side, women’s on the right. The paint on the walls and doors were peeling and not maintained, with a worn path leading to the men’s room—the women’s bathroom had no such trail. Admiring the building, nervousness filling my body, I took a deep breath and walked through the door. The air was stale and smelled like a mix of musty locker room and dirt. The floor was sticky from dried urine, with the occasional shoe print left from some guy with dirt on his shoes. Looking around, I saw the two sinks on the left hand side of the wall, a urinal immediately on the right followed by two stalls, still with their doors on. A brief check under the dividers told me that I was alone. I briskly walked to the final stall, my steps loudly echoing off of the walls. Once inside, I grabbed some toilet paper, cleaned off the toilet seat, pulled my shorts off hanging them on a hook on the back of the door, and sat my bare ass on the toilet seat. i checked my phone—no response from “Daddy,” but on one of the cruising sites, there was a profile walking around in the park. A quick peak showed no photo, no stats, just “top.” I messaged him “anon bottom looking to get bred, at the bathroom in the back. I’m in the last stall” as I started playing with my dick through my jockstrap. A few minutes had passed before I got his response: “be on your knees ass under the divider slut. On my way.” I cringed at the thought of getting on the ground, but my horniness and my lust for an anonymous load won out. I got my poppers from my shorts, put my phone away, and got on my hands and knees on the sticky ground. It took me a few moments to find a position where I could angle my ass under the divider: my feet and ass were in the other stall, my head was nearly touching the ground. Turning my head to the right, I could see behind the toilet and shuddered as I realize the bathroom had not been cleaned in a long time. Turning my head to the left, I could see a small section of the door before the divider blocked the view. Ass up and face down, I waited.

I felt heat. In that moment all that I felt was heat and a deep yearning the likes of which I had never felt before. I almost laughed as I took in my surroundings and pressed my ass back against Henry’s tongue. There I was on a hard mattress, propped up on a squeaky metal frame over a polished concrete floor, in the private room of a guy that I had only met twenty minutes before in a bathhouse, completely naked having my ass eaten out. Funny though I may have found it I knew that there was nowhere else in the world that I wanted to be. “Mmmm,” Henry moaned behind me, “Such a nice sweet twink hole. Love your little pink pucker,” and he dove back in. Henry kept a firm grip on my ass cheeks keeping them spread apart for himself with his massive rough calloused hands. I could feel his salt and pepper beard scraping against my crack every time he moved up and down, and it only added to the joy that I was getting from him opening up my virgin hole with his talented tongue. I had just turned 18 that morning, and graduated high school not three days before. I had lied to my parents telling them that I was going out with friends for my birthday when in fact I had a very different sort of celebration in mind. All through high school I had been the only out gay kid in my little country high school so despite my deepest desires I had remained a virgin with a very active imagination. So as my 18th birthday approached I began to considered other options: I was too broke to hire an escort, let alone figure out where I would take him. I could have just gone on Grindr but then I would probably find someone I or my parents knew. Then again, I could drive two hours into the city and head to the gay district. I selected the latter option, and then my research began. After a few days of scrolling through Google I stumbled across a tiny reference to a bar called The Tight End and a bathhouse that adjoined it. From my extensive reading of internet erotica I guessed that a bathhouse would be a quick mean to my mission’s end, to lose my virginity before going away to college in a few months. So with my course of action settled I just had to wait till I turned 18. At around Christmas time when I first made my plan I had intended to wait till a little further into the summer but as the end of the school year approached along with my birthday I became increasingly impatient. Every time I watched porn I found myself pondering what the bottoms must be feeling, focusing on that first moment of penetration where the bottom’s ass must give way and allow the top inside. The week before my birthday I made up my mind, I would go first thing in the morning and get my new ID and then I would tell my parents that a few friends had planned a party in the city, I got them to give me some gas money and book me a cheap hotel for the night so that I wouldn’t have to drive home late and set off on my secret plan. The Tight End was a small dingy bar and when I parked around the corner I felt certain that there would be no on inside. I was wrong. When I got past the bouncer at the front door, who took a good long while looking at my new ID, I was shocked to find the entire bar pack full of all shorts or people. There were young guys like me, older guys, bears, leather men, basically if you could imagine him he was here. However, exploring a gay bar was not my purpose, I was a twink with a mission. I made my way through the assorted men to the back of the bar when I had read was the entrance to the bathhouse. I went through a black painted door marked “Baths” and found myself face to face with just about the largest man I had ever seen. He had to be nearly six foot seven and entirely composed of muscle, and clad only in a pair of black pants and a white wife beater t-shirt he made quite the imposing figure. “ID kid," he said in rumbling voice befitting of a man his size. I fumbled to get my ID out and stood there shaking like a leaf as he looked me and my ID over. “Happy Birthday. Have fun.” He stepped aside and revealed another door, “You pay and get your locker inside.” “Thank you,” I stammered and went through the next door. Inside was what looked like a shitty hotel’s reception desk. There was a reasonably attractive guy in his mid-thirties with super dark five o’clock shadow sitting behind the desk watching porn from the sound of it. Behind him was a rack of keys and then a few small cubbyholes. “You new? I’ve never seen you before,” asked the man at the desk. “Yeah first time.” “Well you’ll get eaten up in there for sure.” The man laughed a little, but when he stopped he smiled kindly. “You want a room or just a locker?” No one had ever written about that question before in any of the erotica I had read, I had no idea what to do, and for a moment I just stood frozen staring at the man. “It’s ok kid, most guys are kinda nervous their first time to the baths. Do you wanna get a private room so you can take a guy back there with you? Those are hourly and you pay when you leave; or you can rent a locker for the night for twenty bucks and hope that the guy, or for you probably guys, you wanna hook up with, if you so choose, have rooms of their one.” “Which would you do?” Looking at the rates about the guys head I was quickly calculating how much it would be to get a room for most of the night. “I would just get a locker if I were you, put my clothes and stuff in there and just take my towel and my key with me. Sweet boy like you’ll get caught up in no time.” He laughed again, and again ended with his kind smile. “Ok, just a locker then.” “All right. That’s twenty bucks.” I fished in my wallet for one of the new crisp twenties I had gotten out of the ATM at home before coming and handed it over to the man. In return he handed me a locker key on a bungee cord like they give you at the pool and a black towel. Then he buzzed me through a door surrounded by red neon lights at the far right of the room. The locker room was much darker then the reception area and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. It really was just like being at the pool, except that the pool didn’t usually have the vague ever present thumpa-thumpa of club dance music that the baths seemed to have, there were rows of lockers and ever more going around the walls, and scattered about were small changing benches and off at the far end were a few curtained showers. I checked my key, found the corresponding locker, and rather sheepishly stripped down to my underwear, stuffing my clothes into the little box. Then I wrapped my towel around my waist and shimmied my boxer-briefs off under the towel. Dressed then in only my towel, I secured the key around my waist, sucked a few condoms in the roll of my towel, locked the locker and walked away, trying not to look nervous. Just passed the showers was a long bank of mirrors and I stopped for a second to get a look at myself. “Five foot eleven with gold blonde hair and a slight frame and clad in only a towel, God” I thought to myself, “You really are a bad seventy’s porno waiting to happen.” I laughed out loud at that one. I never had really liked the way I looked. I always wished that I looked more manly, was stronger and bigger, covered in hair; but it didn’t matter if I worked out, or exercised or what, I was just a scrawny little pale hairless blond twink. “Ah well,” I thought, “Nothin’ I can do about that now.” I took a deep breath and walked out of the locker room into the bathhouse proper.

Sorry been a while since I posted. Got side tracked the past few weeks. Niall stood there admiring the sight beneath him, Dave's eyes were beginning to roll while he gritted his teeth, bearing the the feeling of penetration. Niall kept eye contact as he told Dave how well he was doing, his lubed up cock began to move ever so slightly of the fully bottomed out boy beneath him. "That's it Davy boy, just breathe and relax. Do just what I tell you, like in work". Tommo, still watching from the couch was stroking his own hard, leaking cock slowly watching the performance. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Niall had told him that his apprentice was game once he was a bit spun but this was something else. Dave was lying on his back across the couch with his head on the arm rest. At the other end Niall knelt, holding Dave's knees on his shoulders, his cock in the young ass. Niall's hips were moving steadily now; long, slow thrusts in and out of the 19 year old's no longer virgin hole. Tommo knew Niall, he was making sure not to scare off Dave qnd make sure he'd be back for more. Chuckling to himself all he could think is how lucky Dave was, Tommo would've gone much rougher...and was planning to once Niall had him nicely warmed up. Shaking himself out of his own thoughts, Tommo returned his attention to the two men in front of him. Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural".

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”.

That evening my mind reeled from what had happened earlier. I had let a highly toxic poz man fuck me without protection in my pool. I could still feel the soreness and pleasure of his cock fucking my ass. My mind told me I could get to urgent care and get on pep but all my ass wanted was his cock again. I went to sleep and during my short fits of sleep I could only play over and over being fucked in the pool in my dreams. Memories of savoring his cock in my mouth and my ass. Slowly my ass convincing my mind of what to do next. By morning my mind had been made and as I laid in bed I logged onto the website and sent Mike a message. “Yesterday went a lot further than I expected. I was not quite ready for taking the next step but since we did, I would like to keep going. Your cock in my ass was so amazing that I want it again today.” I sent the message and headed to the shower to clean out and hope he would respond soon.

Mike embraced me and we kissed long and deep. I could feel his tongue enter my mouth as I sucked it in deep. As we continued to kiss I felt him carrying me to the edge of the pool to the shallow end. We broke our kiss and he lightly caressed my nipples. I could feel him reach my left nipple and he then discovered that it was pierced. “Nice” is all he whispered as he rolled his fingers over my piercing and waves of electric pleasure washed over me. I could feel my butt against the edge of the pool and then he turned me around.Mike slipped behind me and caressed me from the back all over my body. My cock hardening as I felt his lips on my neck and his hands work their way slowly down to my hips. Slowly but surely he massaged my hips and pushed on my lower back to signal that he wanted me to bend over and of course I did. He then lift me slightly so my ass was out of the water and I could feel his tongue go down my back as I leaned out of the pool to expose my hole to him. Mike leaned down and continued his trail of kisses until he found my sweet spot and began to rim me. I could feel his tongue opening my hole and sending shots of pleasure all over my body as his tongue went deeper into me. Then I felt his finger enter me as he continued to rim me. I could feel it curl and hit my prostrate as a wave of pleasure caused me to gasp. I squirmed in pleasure as his finger slowly worked its way back and forth over my prostrate. Then he added a second finger and the pleasure intensified as both fingers worked their way across my prostrate. I began to hump his fingers and moan loudly as I felt an orgasm build inside of me. He withdrew both of his fingers and denied my orgasm from happening. I moaned “No don’t stop I am so close.” He rubbed his hands across my ass and I could feel his hard cock bob across my left cheek as it rubbed as he spread my ass open and close a couple of times. I whispered “Please let me cum.” Mike whispered back “Oh I will let you cum soon.” Even in the water I could feel his cock leaking a bit of cum onto my left cheek as it centered itself between my ass. I was so horny and wanted to cum so badly I wiggled my ass up and down until his head was at my entrance. I could feel the heat of his cock and the hardness I had caused. I pushed back slightly and felt his head against the lips of my hole and then it slipped past. He slowly entered a-bit at a time, repeatedly pulling out and going deeper each stroke. Finally I could feel his wet hair against my ass and his balls slap against me. The water amplified the sounds of him fucking me and quieted the moans of pleasure that were escaping from my mouth. He quietly said “Now I am going to make you cum and give you what you wanted.” My mind could not quite process that I was being fucked bareback with a POZ highly toxic cock. All I knew that his death stick was giving me pleasure and my body wanted it, needed it. My brain only wanting that release of my building orgasm. I could feel it building again as his cock pounded my ass and the rhythm of the water. Finally sweet release of my orgasm hit me and I felt my muscles clench around his POZ cock. As my muscles twitched I felt the head of his cock swell and Mike yelled “ I am CUMMING! Take my changed load you fag!” The waves of pleasure hit me deep as his positive cum flooded my guts multiple times. I could feel his large load burying itself deep inside me. I could feel his cock shrink as he hard on subsided. Slowly trailing out of my ass and I feeling a sense of loss as he plopped out of my gaped hole. I layed on the edge of the pool enjoying what had happened and started to process that he had fucked me bareback and that he was positive. Mike got out of the pool and was getting dressed as I finally opened my eyes. He came over and leaned over as I rolled onto my back. He caressed my nipples and I felt another wave of pleasure as he tweaked my right nipple and kissed me. “I know you will want another, give me a call when you do.” Mike whispered as he got up and walked away with his shirt trailing in his hand. All I could do is lay there and relive the last couple of minutes knowing that he had just pozzed me in the pool. I had not expected to happen and all I thought was I had wished I would have caught it on video.

The three of us walked through the hallways. Only Henry, who was in the lead, wore a towel. Were were heading towards the main common room. When we were passing a large group of men, several of whom had turned to stare at us, Tom grabbed me from behind, and with ease slid his cock into my cum dripping hole, gave me a few quick hard thrusts before pushing me after Henry who hadn’t stopped walking back out towards the patio. Tom repeated his quick pounding act on the patio in front of another large group of guys. Henry led the way to the dark corner of the patio and into the even darker corridor and then to the door of the sling room. There were many more guys there now then there had been the last time I looked in the room. Still, only one sling was occupied, but not by the black guy I had seen before; however, there was now a group of about twenty guys all standing around him, each with a raging hard-on, waiting to breed the guy's hole. I practically ran to the sling where Tom and Henry helped me and to get me situated properly. Once my legs had been put up into the stirrups, Tom roughly slid four fingers into my hole as Henry turned to the tops around the other man. “Hey guys, don’t wanna take you away from what you’re doing but it’s my friend’s birthday and his first trip to the baths and he wants to get his hole used pig style. So this little twink’s formerly tight hole is open for business."

I know this is a dumb place to ask... anyone here have a condom fetish? I think mine started with the first older married guy I hooked up with. He sent me into a gas station bathroom that had a condom machine. Being young and dumb I bought a rough rider studded condom. After I sucked him hard he made me put it on him. I was so turned on knowing that was going in my ass. Hadn't thought much about it until this week a guy asked if he could start with a condom and finish raw. Seemed odd but he explained he cums to quick and likes a nubing cream so he can fuck longer. After a bit we came up with a fun plan. I sucked him hard then put the numbing gel under his foreskin. Next I put a ribbed condom then a studded condom. Then a layer of Vaseline. Then 2 more and more Vaseline. The goal was to break all the condoms before he came. He went hard for 30min and broke 3. The last one held a huge load and he had me bite the tip and suck out his load. I love bb but that was kinky as fuck

One top that fucked me asked me: "Should I be a planter or a painter?" before we got going. Planter: dump it deep in the hole you're digging Painter: Spray it all over the house you own I've never used the terminology again with another guy, but I chose planter.

You’re such a whore … or slut … or pig.

I love this. Verbal tops are the best, but they are rare in porn and difficult to convey in a story. This top's patter is excellent. Would love a sequel in which the bottom does knock up his "little boyfriends," applying a similar verbal litany to that he endured when he was knocked-up, filthy and debauched paeons of depravity to accompany his now toxic babies fucked deep into neg holes.

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/grandpa-gets-more-cum-in-his-ass-at-the-gh/ 🐽

Yes i did it myself bought the kit sat down one night and did it as the installation said with no pain i have now stretched it to a 7mm dia

if you can't swallow meds, you are condemning yourself to a death sentence. if you can get on injectible cabotegravir for prep, that would probably be best. you don't want a disease that requires daily pills vital to continue living if you cannot take oral medications. for me as a chaser, i just want hiv so i can have sex with some poz guys i fancy who won't play with neg guys. i'm okay with the reduction in life expectancy and having to take meds for the rest of my life just so i can have slutty sex.

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.

my ass taking a plug covered with poz cum from several guys

Over the next few weeks Dave started to change his point of view. Things with Niall seemed to go back to normal, work was steady, their banter was good. If anything they seemed to have become closer. Initially he had been afraid to ask Niall what exactly he had smoked that particular weekend, with everything that happened he had forgotten to ask. One Friday though, as they were discussing weekend plans he got the nerve and asked. "Ah, that stuff? It's called T. Can be good for a pick me up. Keeps you up so you can go for the night like". "Jeez i could do with that for training" Dave joked. "So you liked it then?" Niall asked. "Ah yeah was a good buzz, as you say, kept me going in the club too". Niall looked at Dave, unsure of what to make of the youngster's interest, "yeah, it's not something for every week but can be good on occasion." "So", Niall began cautiously to Dave, "what's your big plan for the weekend?". "We've got a match tomorrow afternoon but that's about it" Dave replied, "A few of the lads are talking about heading to town but to be honest the bank account is low this week so I'll probably give it a skip". "Ah right" said Niall, "well if you've any interest I'm gonna watch the soccer, a few cans. Feel free to call, can crash if ya want", Dave smiled, "Sound, man, yeah I'll keep it in mind". Saturday came as did Dave's match. It was a tough slog and Dave took more than a few smacks before being taken off. "Good man" the coach told him, "you played great today". By the end of the match Dave was loving life, they'd won by 3 points and it was his best game of the season so far. When hos teammates brought up going out again Dave was tempted. Unfortunately he was in the red, his parents had subbed him for the coming week. Dave forgot about his fiancial woes quickly though. Now he was looking at his teammates differently. He noticed their different body types and builds, how body hair suited some, who trimmed, who was wearing what sort of underwear, who looked handsome once changed. Where did that come from he thought. As the evening went on Dave was bored, his buddies still away at uni, doing assignments or out with dates. He on the other hand couldn't afford a few pints and a taxi. Then he remembered Niall's offer amd sent a text to see if the invite stood. Niall told him to call away and, if he wanted he could stay. Within the hour Dave had cleaned himself up, taken any beer left in the fridge and driven to Niall's, telling his parents not to expect him home. Niall answered the door similar to last time, grey joggers but this time a City jersey. "You a city fan?" He asked as he and Dave entered the house. "Don't really follow soccer to be honest, but happy to watch a game." "Grand job" Niall replied. As they entered the sitting room Dave was surprised to find someone else there. This guy looked a similar age to Niall, shaved head, 5 o'clock shadow. Even though he was sat down you could tell he was easily 6 ft, he was wearing a dark grey t-shirt, snickers work pants and a pair of work boots. "Dave, this is Tommo" he's just after landing from Dublin. "How's it going?" Tommo said, reaching out to shake Dave's hand, " can't believe they actually let this bollocks train someone up". "Ah feck off" Niall shot back. Dave learned the two men were old buddies and Tommo had a few days off so decided to call down. "Right, I'm gonna clean myself up" Tommo declared after downing a couple of cans. Niall asked Dave about his own match earlier and Dave was happy to give a full report. Just as he was finishing up Tommo came back. Dave cauhht himself glancing at the man who returned in a jersey that seemed a size too small and a pair of tight adidas trackies that showed off a bit of a bulge. Tommo looked at Dave, "jeez lad we look very casual compared to yourself". It was true, despite knowing he wasn't going out Dave had opted for a form fitting polo, jeans and trainers. "Do you not have any he could throw on?" Tommo directed at Niall. "Well..." Niall began as Dave said it was fine. "Nah Tommo's right, much as I hate to admit it". We're gonna be in for the night, might as well be comfortable. With that Dave followed Niall to his room. Dave's pulse began to race as he remembered what happened last time. He could feel the bllod flowing to his cock. "Here, try these" Niall handed Dave a pair of red skinny trackie bottoms. "You might as well throw this on too" he said, passing Dave and old jersey, "just in case of spillage" Niall said with a smirk and a wink. As the evening went on the 3 lads sat watching the match. It was good fun, Dave laughed as the other two constantly threw insults at each other and even got one or two of his own in. As the match finished up Tommo looked at his last can, "fuck it lads, I'm sick of beer, anything stronger?" Niall looked at Tommo and Dave, "well I might have something, Dave no pressure on you now though" he said very matter of fact like. With that he left the room and came back with a back pack. "Look, these are just some party favours I've got" Niall explained, anyone fancy a bump?" "Mighty" said Tommo, rubbing his hands together. Niall divided out the white powder on the coffee table, Tommo led with inhaling it through hos nostrils, followed by Niall who could see the worry on Dave's face. "Hey lad, there's no pressure to try it. But if you're worried I'm here, I'll look after ya". Dave looked at Niall and all his feelings came to the forefront getting rid of dout. "Ok so, but just a small bit." "Ha, good man yourself" Tommo shouted. Once the party favours started so too did the party. Tommo got the remote of the smart tv and found a dance tune playlist on line. As the music played the men learned more about one another. Niall and Tommo had been in school together and both went into trades, basically they were thick as thieves back in the day. They asked Dave about his situation, he was the youngest of 3 brothers, had a girlfriend in school bit they broke up when it came to uni. He'd been single since. "So what you do for pussy?" Tommo asked, "you're a big tank of a rugger, ye get all the women don't ye?". Dave blushed slightly, "well" he began, "between work and training I'm fairly busy. Plus most of the nights out I go on now is with the lads. Usually end up in places with an older crowd". "Nothing wrong with a bit of older totty, is there?" Tommo smirked at Niall. Dave looked puzzled until Tommo explained that he and Niall had once had a threesome with an older woman when they were in their early twenties. Tommo took great pleasure in recounting the experience and Dave was listening, getting excited by every detail. "Hey, why don't we do a few more favours" announced Tommo. Niall could see that Dave looked doubtful about taking another bump, "how about a little T instead?". He offered Dave the pipe and lighter, and joined Tommo in taking some more coke. Over the next hour the lads were partying big time. The music continued playing and the dancing started. After another hit of the pipe Dave could feel the sweat dripping from him. "Lads, I'm boiling. I'm gonna grab a glass of water, anyone else want one?" "Oh yeah, good man" Niall said. By the time Dave returned with the water Niall and Tommo had taken off their tops. "Fuck, it's an oven in here man" Tommo said as he took a glass from Dave. Tommo's chest was covered in a light dusting of dark hair and tattoo of a star on his left pec. Both his and Niall's torsos glistened with sweat and it didn't take much convincing for the now high Dave to start stripping off. It was a sight, three toned men dancing stupidly in a living room in just trackies and socks. "Right" Niall suddenly announced as he turned down the musoc, I need to be a bit more mellow. Niall took out a baggie and divided the powder into 6 lines. Dave looked at his boss, "No worries" said Niall, "This is K. It winds ya down a bit, you can trust me man". Dave followed the other men's lead and sniffed. "How you feeling?" Tommo asked. Dave said he was good but still a bit hot. "Yeah" Tommo agreed, and with that stepped out of his trackies. He sat on the couch, in a pair tight trunks, "much better" he sighed, "lads ye should join me". Niall copied without delay as Dave, now light headed and merry giggled, pulling down the pair he had borrowed from Niall earlier. As he stepped completely free the other men wolf whistled at the 19 year old in his black boxers. "C'mere lad", Tommo instructed as Dave sat between the two older men. "So Davey lad, how are ya feeling now?" Tommo asked. "I'm good lad, fuck, this is savage craic" Dave responded. Niall was quietly inhaling on the pipe and exhaling, "You ever shot gunned?" he suddenly said, looking at his apprentice. "Nah man, what's that?", "Watch myself and Tom and you can try after". Dave watched, totally entranced, as Niall took a hit of T, leaned across him and blew it into Tommo's mouth. His eyes were wide and all he could do was nod when asked if he wanted a turn. Niall blew smoke into the teen and instructed him to hold it before realeasing it back. As Dave got used to the technique it wasn't long before the smoke was being passed between the three men. On the fourth or fifth attempt Dave felt that both the older lads were moving closer when suddenly he felt a tongue slip into his mouth. Dave's head was spinning. Here he was, practically naked on a couch, kissing his boss. It was like an out of body experience, the drugs enhancing every touch making him tingle. While Niall held his face, Dave could feel another set of arms coming from behind. Tommo was rubbing his body, his rough hands settling on Dave's nipples, tweaking and twisting them as Tommo begain to bite, lick and kiss the nape of Dave's neck. Niall pulled back from Dave and looked him in the eyes, "well Dave lad, I reckon you're in for a treat tonight." High as a kite, Dave barely registered what was being said. He loved the senseation of rubbing his hand through Niall's chest hair. Tommo caught Dave's face and turned it to himself, forcefully invading Dave's mouth with his tongue.

I was 15, the cock was 40.

Chapter 2 – more fisting and more… In Chapter 1, I met up with Geoff, a handsome and hairy guy, who led me to his basement playspace. We smoked, and each took a ride in the sling and on each other’s hands. We got some drinks out of the fridge and stretched out on the bed that was up against the wall. Geoff tuned in some hot fisting porn, and we watched that while drinking. We’d feel each other up and twist the butt plugs in our holes. Geoff asked me how I liked to party, and I told him I was open to whatever he had in mind, when he asked if I slammed. I told him I wanted to do it but never had the chance. I asked if he would give me my first slam. He said he would love to do that, so he prepped one for each of us. Mine was a .3 and his was a .4. Before he slammed me, we swapped out the butt plug for a longer and fatter dildo. He told me that I’d want something big in my ass right away, so this made sense. I put on the tourniquet and raised a vein, and he swabbed my arm and inserted the point. He asked if I was sure about this, and I nodded yes. I didn’t really feel it going in, but when he took the tourniquet off and had me raise my arm, it hit me good. While I was flying, Geoff reached down and pulled back on the dildo and started to fuck me with it. It felt fantastic! I took over the dildo so that he could admin his slam, and he did. Once he was flying, he asked if I’d eat his ass for a while. Of fucking course I would. I took out his butt plug, and he sat his hairy and well lubed ass on my face. My tongue was in him immediately, tasting all the goodness of his ass and getting lube all over my face. He reached down and started fucking me with the dildo again. This was amazing! A sweet and open hole at my mouth and my ass getting fucked with a big dildo. And, I was spun more than ever before. Geoff suggested that I get in the sling so that he could really work my ass over. We got up from the bed, a bit wobbly from the T and sex, and I got back in the sling. This time, there was no need to move slowly. Instead, Geoff lubed up one of his fist dildos and shoved it in my ass. It felt great, and he worked it deep inside me and would pull it back to the widest part to stretch my hole. I looked down between my legs, and his eyes were staring at my hole so intensely that it caused me to have an assgasm. I shook, and more fluid leaked out of my cock. Geoff licked up the precum and held the dildo in me while he kissed me, sharing the taste of my fluids. He had me hold the fist dildo inside me while he found a bigger butt plug for his ass. He lubed it and handed it me to insert. I removed the smaller plug and pushed the bigger one into his sweet hole. He sat down on the stool and took back control of the dildo. First, he lubed up his hand, then he took out the dildo and pushed in the real thing. It was magical this time. I was flying high, he was moving in and out of my ass and twisting his hand inside me, all while sitting on a huge butt plug. He got to the point where he would pull all the way out, then make a fist and push that back inside me. At one point, I did some poppers and told him to really go for it. He fisted me hard, really working over my ass. Geoff took his hand out and asked how I’d feel about something else that might be a little cold going into my ass. Fuck, I was up for anything, so it was a yes from me. He took a small plastic bucket off the shelf and told me to move further down in the sling so that my ass was pointed at the ceiling. I had no idea what would happen, but I did as he directed. He reached into the bucket and pulled out a chain that had been sitting in some lube. With a wicked glint in his eye, Geoff stood up and started to feed the chain into my ass. It slid in easily. Sometimes, he’d pull a few links back out and feed it again. We were both enjoying this, and I spread my ass wider to take what he was giving me. The feeling of fullness was amazing. He showed me that only a few links remained before the end, where he had attached a bar to keep it from going all the way in. I told him to rest the bar on my hole, and he stuffed the last links in. I just wallowed in the pleasure of being so filled up and having my ass completely on display to this hot guy. He’d pull out some links and then have me swallow them again. We played like this for a while, and he said that he was going to take the chain all the way out of my ass. Slowly, he pulled, working the links out one by one. I could feel each one as it breached my hole and asked him to stop for a minute so that I could do some poppers. After that, it was an even more intense experience. My ass had taken over 2 feet of chain. When it was going in, I had no idea how long it was, but I saw it all when Geoff pulled it out. When it was out, I moved back to my normal position in the sling, with my hole gaping and my head spinning. Geoff slowly and gently massaged my ass and hole for a while. Once I felt OK to stand up, I got out of the sling, and he got in it. This time, I put a suction cup dildo on the stool before I sat down so that my hole would stay stretched.

Andrew watched as the colossal hooded man made his way towards dias and him. He didn't have as many tattoos as some of the other men in the room, just a pentacle tattooed above his navel and the phrase "Ave Satana" underneath. What really stood out, was all of his cock piercings, his PA shone menacingly in the dark church. There in the red-light, his massive footsteps pounding on the stone floor. Swinging as he stepped, his massive cock was adorned with a ladder of barbells down the underside, and a thick metal cock ring at the base. Father' colossal muscular body made his way to the dias, and Andrew couldn't help but rub his hole. He was hungry, he needed cock in him right now, and this Father would give him what he desperately needed. Turning now to the crowd of jerking, rowdy men all who watched him. Father spoke. "Brothers, I see you have done a good job of twisting this fag up for his conversion. Thank you" Andrew sat up, Father had approached the edge of the mattress, his wicked cock just centimeters from his mouth. He edged towards it, sticking his tongue out to taste the poz precum dripping from the PA. No sooner than he had a taste, was he suckling on the head of the cock. Father not missing a beat spoke even louder now. "We welcome Dom's own flesh and blood to our Dark Lords Poz brotherhood today, converting him to the debauched piggy worship of the fallen." Andrew gagged, he was desperate to worship this Poz god in front of him. Two hands were now clasped around his head, as Father idly fucked Andrews skull infront of all these men. "Mmm, Dark Lord accept this worship and gift this fag with your sin" "HAIL S@TAN" The room chanted, now baying. Andrew could hear grunting, and the smell of sweat hung heavy in the air. He looked up at Father, his glowing eyes staring into Andrews own. Andrew could imagine it was his real father, that it was the cock that made him he was worshiping now. Andrew pushed the cock deeper into his throat, his mind racing with dirty thoughts of incest. A pair of hands began to stroke his ass, Andrew pushed back, presenting more of his hole to the crowd of men behind him. The hands stroked and probed, playing gently with his hole and he nursed on Fathers cock. He felt a wetness, then a rough finger pushing deep into his hole. Andrew wish he could turn round, again gagging on the big cock infront of him, he wanted to know if it was his uncle playing with his hole. Suddenly his hole was burning, the sensation doubled in power every second. Andrew bucked his hips, he had never felt this horny before, even the hits on Poz pigs glass cock was nothing compared to this. "The fags cunt is ready Father" a voice sounded from behind Andrew, he couldn't tell who it was. Andrew bucked again, he needed cock, he needed a big poz cock in his hole now. The thick cock left his mouth, leaving him feel empty, his eyes desperately pleaded with Father as he slowly walked round the edge of the mattress. "Please fuck me Father, please" Andrew begged "You'll have our dark strain forever, the same one as your uncle, the same as your father, you want that?" "Please, please poz me Sir, I need it" "Beg him for it" gesturing forward, towards the toppled cross at the altar. "Please Lucifer, please knock me up, I need your Poz seed, I need my uncles cock." Father was behind him now, his wickedly pierced cock hanging at the tight winking entrance. Andrews back was arched, he was inexperienced but he knew that he had to, he needed it. Andrew needed a real man to fuck him right, not like the boyfriends he had at Uni, he needed a real fuck. Father's PA pushed against the tight ring, Andrew moaned in pain as it began to push past. Then one by one each of the barbells pushed past the rapidly stretching man cunt. Pushing deep into him, Andrew began to moan, half sobbing he cried out into the mattress. Andrew begged, begged for more cock, begged for his Uncle, begged for Lucifer to convert him. Father was picking up pace now, Andrew could feel every piercing tearing through him. He felt his hole stretch around the mammoth cock, he was still hungry, he needed this poz cum in his hole bad. Crying out as Fathers cock pistoned harder into his hole, a pair of strong hands muffled his mouth. Pulling his head back and arching his back more, he could feel the heavy PA drag along inside him, hitting somewhere deep inside him. His groans stiffled, he opened his eyes and saw his Uncle looking back at him, idly jerking his cock and smoking as he watched his nephew be defiled. Andrew whimpered, looking deep into his uncles eyes and then at his beautifully pierced cock. Andrew may be converted by Father, but he knew he had to have his uncles cock in his mouth whilst it happened. He needed that sin, that worship to the Dark King. Stepping towards him, Uncle Dom obliged. Father dropped his hands to Andrews shoulders, as Uncle Dom placed his thick cock at his lips and enveloped Andrew in a cloud of smoke. Opening to suckle on the sweet poz precun that dripped from the PA, he could feel his Uncle tense. Suddenly hot salty piss filled Andrews mouth, burning with a chemical taste Andrew dutifully tried to swallow. Piss trickled down Andrews body, pooling in the dirty mattress that he was being converted on. Andrew guzzled the chem piss from his uncle, looking deep into Doms eyes, hoping that his Uncle would be proud of him. "Good fag" Dom gently ruffled Andrews hair, pushing his cock deeper into Andrews mouth.

Uncle Dom walked towards him, a black harness strapped across his thick and hairy chest. Nipples were weighed down with thick metal rings, and so was his cock. Andrew gulped, he watched his uncle lazily walk towards him across the church hall. His thick cock swinging, the thing was massive, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of it. He tried to convince himself that this was weird, that he should run, but his feet stuck to the floor. "Andrew, I see you made it" Andrews eyes darted from the thick cock infront of him, to the handsome face of his uncle. "Um, I.. uh" Andrew stammered, this was all too much. His Uncle, the man of his dreams was stood right in front of him, beads of sweat running down his hairy chest. A large Biohazard tattoo emblazoned proudly beneath his navel. "Come meet some of my brothers" Dom grabbed his hand, completely ignoring the stuttering twink infront of him. He didn't care that he was naked infront of his own nephew, his own flesh and blood. He did care, his thick pierced cock twitched at the potential this scene had. It had been Father's idea, he had asked the congregation for new blood, Dom had kindly offered up his male relatives. Andrew was led across the room, to a group of lads sat around on some broken pews, each of them scantily clad. They each bore plenty of tattoos; scorpions, biohazard symbols, devils. Each of them also were adorn with plenty of metal. Andrew could see plenty of barbells hanging from nipples, and bull rings in noses. Besides his Uncles own Prince Albert, he could see plenty of others alongside a load of other different cock piercings. The skinheads all turned to appraise the fresh meat that had turned up at their door. "Whose this fag?" A pale skinhead asked, he had "POZ PIG" emblazoned in wicked looking letters across his chest. Andrew immediately glanced at the floor, he didn't know what to do. Immediately he felt Doms strong hand rest on his shoulder. "The fans my nephew, he's here to convert" "Oh is he? Huh fag? Want to join the dark ones church? Ready for his gifts?" Andrew didn't know what was going on, he looked up and met Poz Pigs gaze. The man was now standing inches from his face, he was skinnier that his Uncle, but he was wiry. Andrew shrunk a little, he knew he couldn't face up to a man like him, better to roll over. "I.. uh, I'm not sure I'm supposed to be..." A slap landed across Andrews face, his eyes watered a little bit, his gaze returning to the floor. His eyes caught a glimpse of his uncle, smirking, his cock now fully hard watching this play out. "Oh your supposed to be here fag, Father said so. Now be a good little fag and know your fucking place" Poz Pig spat the last words into Andrews face, his hand now resting under his chin. Andrew winced as his face was upturned to Poz Pigs, his body was so close, he could feel the head of his pierced cock press into his stomach. Now the energy of the room had shifted, the commotion had roused a few onlookers from the rest of the room. Uncle Doms 'brothers' were now all eyes on Andrew, as they watched him look up into Poz Pigs face. Another smack landed across Andrews face, the hand under his jaw holding him in place. Andrew submitted, part of him slipped away. He had never really thought of himself as a submissive person, but as he felt the eyes of all these alpha men and his uncle on him, he couldn't help it. He struggled to meet Poz Pigs gaze, he knew now that he was at the bottom of this particular food chain. "Ease up on the fag, its his first day" Uncle Dom stepped in, he knew when to assert his dominance. Placing his big hands on his shoulders, Uncle Dom steered Andrew away from Poz Pig and towards the bulk of the group of 'brothers'. Taking a seat at one of the pews that were piled up in the Church Hall, he directed Andrew onto his knee. Andrew still reeling from his submission to Poz Pig, didn't think twice sitting on his uncles naked leg, inches away from the thick cock that had only hypnotised him minutes ago. Uncle Dom rested a strong arm around his waist, securing Andrew onto his leg. He wasn't going anywhere unless Uncle Dom let him. A few men from across the hall had turned back to their smoking and conversations, but a few had not. Big white clouds erupted irregularly from the groups, the smokers attitudes steadily changing. A bong was slowly making its way round Andrews captors group aswell, passing from hand to hand. "Fucking good shit Dom, guna make today's service so fucking good" Poz Pig was surrounded by a thick cloud of white chemical smelling smoke. "Thought I'd bring the good shit for my nephews introduction, the fags not guna know what hit him" Andrew squirmed in his Uncles lap, then action only prompting Doms arms to grip him tighter, pulling him further into his Uncles crotch. Andrew could feel his Uncles thick piercing press against the small of his back, his cock pushing underneath his shirt. "I.. uh" "Quiet now boy" The command came from his uncle, again Andrew felt the call to submit. Where was this all coming from? he wasn't usually so docile. The glass pipe changed hands one more, his uncle releasing Andrews waist to accept the gift. The lighter burned as Andrew watched his uncle fill the pipe with white smoke, his big hands clutching the glass bong. He watched as the pipe emptied and his Uncle place it on the pew next to him. Andrew knew what was in the pipe, he knew what the biohazard tattoo in his uncles lap meant. Andrew turned to look at his Uncle Dom, his eyes glassy, he was looking at Andrew. A need was in his eyes, and Andrew could only oblige, leaning in Andrews lips parted as his Uncle Dom shotgunned the Tina into his lungs.

Carlos text me he arrived and three minutes later I got one from Dan he was walking it. It was 11:28 and I knew Ryan would be getting there shortly. 11:32 I got a text from Dan and he said he thought the kid walked in. Dan kept texting me, he even shot a couple pics and videos while Carlos went to work but from what Dan shared the kid walked in and sat on toilet and tapped his foot, he peaked in at Dan and then at Carlos. Carlos slipped his dick through the hole and Ryan grabbed it and jacked it and then leaned in and sucked his big uncut dick. That was my first video, he sat there sucking the head and playing with the foreskin and then he got on his knees and sucked his dick full on and the video showed him bobbing his head on his dick and the sweetest ass. His pale bubble butt looked so fucking hot. He sucked Carlos for eight minutes and I heard Carlos grown as he shot his load in Ryan's mouth. The kid kept sucking till Carlos pulled his dick from him. Fuck he was hungry. Dan Stopped videoing and stood up and fed his cock through and put his phone above the stall and kept the video I got showed Ryan sucking Dan's dick like he needed his cum in the worst way, I could hear my Asian buddy come in and settle in the stall. Ryan hesitated but kept sucking Dan's dick and two minutes later I hard Dan cum. He floods when he come and the boy loved it and swallowed it all. I got a smaller video from Vin showing my boys hot bubble butt and capturing him grabbing Dan's dick with his hand so he could get all his cum and not letting him pull out till Ryan was done. Fuck this kid was hungry for cum, Vin made him work for it, he waiting and stroked his cock. The kid kept looking through the glory hole and then started tapping his finger at the hole. Vin finally put his head thru and Ryan sucked his uncut dick. Then inch by inch he fed Ryan his dick. He is 7.5 and moderately thick. I sent in the other Latin bud Ricardo and he sent me a tape of Ryan sucking away on Vin and Vin telling him to suck that dick you fag, you want my cum keep sucking like that, Then two minutes later Vin shot his load and make a high pitched grunt and then pulled out. Ryan seemed dejected that he was not able to nurse Vin he just watched through the glory hole until Vin left and finally Ricardo cleared his throat and Ryan realized he had another dick to suck. I arrived and entered in front of David. I got into place and sat on the toilet and watch as his fat bubble butt tightened up and let loose as he sucked and when he was going down on Richardo who had a thick 8" uncut dick his ass would bounce. I was so hard and dripping and then Richardo said something in Spanish I am pretty sure he was calling him a whore. Fucking Puta, Chupar Mi Polla Gorda Puta (suck my fat dick whore), Tragar Mi Puta cargada de carga (swallow my charged load) Fuck he never told me he was poz, hot the kid just took his first poz nut. More to come soon. It was not more than two minutes and he shot off saying Puta De Semen Sucia (fucking dirty cum whore), seguir chupando mi semilla sucia pronto voy a criar su culo (keep sucking my dirty seed, soon I will cum in your ass) Then he pulled out and got down and spit through the hole on Ryan's face. I was totally leaking and as Ryan looked through the hole was Richardo got dressed he said in English fucker you have more dick to suck and cum to swallow, service the next guy and stop watching me. Ryan turned back and saw I was in the booth, he came over and ran his finger in a circular motion around the hole. I had checked it out before and my dick would fit through it but not with very much room. I kept my dick hidden and in walked David, Ryan's last dick for the afternoon. Once Dan was in place I text him to tap the wall. Ryan turned his head and went over to see what was in that stall, David has his long fat dick out. I knew David was Poz and that he loved having young neg dudes service his dick. Suck on his head and nurse his poz nut out. He put his dick up and let Ryan suck on his leaky head. I slide my dick through and tapped the wall and Ryan came over and licked my head and sucked my precum. Both dicks are thick and he seemed to be having some trouble working up the nerve to swallow either of them. He kept going back and forth and then I finally pulled out and left only David rock hard and dripping and then Ryan finally started working David's fat dick and struggling making all kinds of noise while he suck his dick and tried to throat him. David remined him to watch his fucking teeth and once Ryan relaxed his jaw and got used to the girth David told him what a good cock sucking slut he was. Deeper boy, you need my cum don't you. Ryan tried to say yes but his mouth was to full to get anything out. You almost have it boy, deeper cock whore. Ryan gagged and tried to please David and a few minutes later David said that's it whore, right there keep doing that and a few minutes later he shot his nut down the kids throat. Take my cum fucker, you dirty cock whore. Ryan could not breath and pulled off David's dick and gasped for air. David got dressed and told Ryan to be here tomorrow at the same time and then left. I slipped my dick back through and Ryan swallowed half my dick and sucked and kept taking more and more. He worked me for ten minutes and I tapped the wall and told him to get ready to swallow. I shot my load and I must have been logged in the back of his throat as my cock drained down his neck he did not gag or cough. Then he pulled up and licked and sucked my dick and I slowly pulled out and turned around and got dressed. I slipped a note I wrote earlier that said be here at 5:45 PM tomorrow so you can drain me again. I walked out and Ryan tried to compose himself after taking six loads.

A day passed, and I had already jerked off and came to the video three times. My ass was still sore and a little stretched out, as I had the buttplug in my ass holding in the stranger's cum for most of the previous day. Although I had already came several times, I was still horny. I started searching for porn online, with men tatted like the stranger who had filled me with cum the day before. I had just stumbled upon a video of a older man with a biohazard tattoo, and I was immediately reminded of the hot stranger. I searched for biohazard tattoos, and I was stunned. He was poz, and I had made sure that he came in me. I had poked holes in the condom, and I let him fill me with his toxic jizz. For as shocked as I was, I had a raging boner. I was turned on that he had bred me, and more than likely pozzed me, and that I had it all on camera. I watched the recording again and blew another load all over myself. Fast forwarding a week, I had sneaked into Chad's email and found the stranger's email address. I had contacted him and we hooked up three times that week, each time he filled my ass with his toxic cum. Meanwhile, I had been devising a way to poz Chad without him knowing and thus making him think that he pozzed me, and I finally had a plan. "I'm not so sure about this." Chad said meekly. "I've never been to a place like that before." "Neither have I," I lied, "But it will be fun!" We were talking, of course, about going to a bathhouse in town. I knew it would make Chad nervous, which was key, as Chad then takes Zoloft. "Ok, ok, you convinced me." Chad replied with a smirk. "I'll just be right back a moment." He went to the bathroom and I heard some shuffling of pills. Knowing him, he would take twice the amount he normally does. Everything is going according to plan. We left our place and headed to the bathhouse, a modest looking place from the outside, but a den of decadence and exhilaration on the inside. We got inside after paying for a private room, with me half-carrying Chad. He was stumbling a little, no doubt losing his coordination after taking a little too much zoloft. I smiled as we got to the room and he started undressing. He looked a little drunk as he swayed back and forth. He's shorter than myself, standing at 5'11", with brown eyes and short brown hair. He's skinny, about 150 pounds and a little bit of muscle. He has always been a total top, and was very proud of his 8 inch uncut cock, but I knew he would be bottoming today. "Mman, this ish going to be sho much fun." Chad slurred as he swayed sideways into a wall, his cock half erect and swinging as he fell. I smiled and began getting undressed, knowing that he won't remember any of this. We left the room, Chad learning on me, one hand on is own semihard dick, and the other on my 6.5 in hard cock. My arm was wrapped around him as we walked down a hallways to a room with a mattress, a couch, and a few tv's in the walls with porn on them. The mattress was stained with the bodily fluids of countless men, as was the couch. There was a heavy set man on the couch watching the porn and jerking his dick. His cock seemed to be around 5 inches, and not very thick. He wasn't too attractive, with a face only a mother could love. My cock twitched as I saw him, and he grinned as we came into the room. I set Chad down on the mattress, and he giggled for some reason. "Your friend alright there?" Said a voice from behind me, and I felt a greasy hand cup my ass. "Yeah, he just took too much medicine." I replied. I turned around, and could smell his breath, like a mixture of ass, eggs, and fish. I got on my knees to avoid kissing him and started sucking his cock. I got his cock nice and lubricated and then said "I want you to fuck my boyfriend." "You sure? He passed out." Replied the man. I looked back. Sure enough, he was out like a light. "Yeah, he loves taking loads. He would be angry if I didn't get you to cum in him." The man kneeled down and grabbed Chad's ass and put it in the air. He looked pitiful, face down and passed out. I was rock hard. The man slid his thin cock into Chad's ass. "Shit, he's tight for being unconscious." He said. It didn't stop him from fucking Chad's ass though. He wasted no time getting to full speed, his stomach resting on Chad's ass as his thrusted his dick into my boyfriend. I knew Chad would never want to have sex with a man like this, and I loved watching it. "Fuck man, I'm going to cum." The large man moaned. "Cum in him, cum in my boyfriend's ass." I said as I was jerking my cock. That sent him over the edge. He moaned and pushed himself as far as he could go into Chad's ass. I looked around and saw a young black man watching. He was maybe 25 years old, but he had a 6 inch cock and average girth. I gestured for him to come over as the large man left. "I can fuck him? You want me to use a condom?" The black kid asked. "Nah, he's ok with it. He wants you to fill him up to." I replied. He smiled, "No problem, I haven't cum in a few days." He spat on his cock and slowly penetrated Chad's hole. He must still be a little tight, I thought to myself. The kid started fucking and I looked around. There wasn't anybody in the room. I got up, my dick leaking precum from watching Chad's ass get bred for the first time, and started exploring, looking for the next cock to cum in Chad. I walked around the bathhouse, looking specifically for somebody with a biohazard tattoo. About 10 minutes passed, and I hadn't found one. Disappointed, I sat down in a hot tub with a couple making out. They were hot, mid thirties and shaved heads with black stubble across their pale faces. The taller of the two had a hairy chest, the other looked like he may be hairless. They pulled away from each other as I got in to look at me. Curiously, the taller asked "You look down kid, ain't no reason for that here." He spoke with a deep voice and a southern drawl, which amplified his sexiness. "My friend was hoping to take a load from a poz guy here, but I haven't found one." I responded. They looked at each other and smiled. The smaller one chimed in "We are both poz. Just found out a few days ago. We'll be happy to help you out." I smiled and we all got up. I finally saw their dicks, both hard and massive. The tall one was 8 inches long, thick, cut, and veiny, with a small bush of pubes and lowhanging balls. The smaller one had a 7 inch cock, also cut but not as thick, with a tight ball sack and stubble for pubes. Excitedly, I took them to fuck my boyfriend. When we got to Chad, he was still asleep, with three men around him. The two men standing were peeing clear streams of piss on Chad's unconscious body. From the looks of it, it wasn't the first time as the mattress was pretty soaked already. The other man had his fist and wrist up Chad's ass. He removed it as the three of us walked in. "This guy's takin' loads apparently." He said in a gruff voice. "We just came in him if you three want a turn." The tall poz man smiled and stepped forward. He spit on his dick and jammed his dick hard in Chad's ass. When he pulled out, there was a little blood. "Perfect," he moaned, "We'll charge him up for ya." He started making long thrusts deep into Chad's cum-filled ass. I felt a finger probing my hole, which was shortly followed by a hard dick. I winced in pain and moaned, as I was forced down onto the wet mattress, urine filling my nose as the cock forced it way deep inside my unlubricated ass. I turned around and saw the shorter poz man fucking my hole. "Don't worry," he said, "After I cum in your ass, I'll have another load to charge up your buddy." He was an excellent fucker, he varied the speed of his strokes, thrusting deep in my ass every time. I heard a moan come from the taller poz man, and I heard him fucking Chad faster and faster. "Fuck yeah! Take my poz load!" He moan as he fucked Chad's knocked out ass faster. He moaned again and slowed down, and eventually pulling out. He got up and moved towards my face, lifting up my head to his cock. "Clean it." He said, and I obeyed. I put his softening cock in my mouth and tasted cum, lube, and a hint of iron. He started getting hard again. The poz man fucking me started to moan and his dick started spasming inside me. I could almost feel the ropes of hot poz jizz shoot out of his cock and into my ass. He got up, his cock still hard, and started fucking Chad's ass. "Damn," I said after pulling the tall man's dick from my mouth. "Can he really cum again?" "Yeah, and so can I." He got up and shoved his dick in my ass at full force. I cringed as his dick pierced my asshole. He was definitely thicker than his partner. I lost track of time as I was getting pounded, my head pushed down against the piss-soaked mattress. The man fucking me came first and furiously. He slapped my ass and moaned as he filled my hole with his toxic load. He pulled out and quickly turned me around, forcing his long cock down my throat. My eyes watered and I heard his partner moan as he came in Chad's ass. The poz cock was pulled out of my mouth, but a second later his partner's cock replaced his in my mouth. I then cleaned his poz cock off in my mouth. A few hours later, Chad and I were back at home. To make sure that the cum didn't drip out of his stretched ass, I put my butt plug in his ass. I had showered him off and cleaned him up before he regained consciousness. He woke up on the couch and moaned painfully. "Shit...I feel like I was hit by a truck, and then fucked by it." he said slowly. "Damn, you went crazy, Chad." I lied. I then proceeded to tell Chad that he started sucking every dick he saw and telling everybody that he was taking loads. He believed it, and apologized that he acted that way. I smiled and accepted his apology, but I was smiling because I knew that Chad was definitely pozzed after that amazing trip.

“Now who want’s to be the first to help this boy get all eighteen of his birthday loads? Oh, did I mention that when the birthday boy came to the baths tonight he was a virgin.” An older guy stepped up, I couldn’t see his cock, but Tom pulled his fingers from my hole and I was soon equally as full as the old guy started to pound away. Tom kissed me and then turned my head to the side so that he could force his cock down my throat. The old guy didn’t last long and soon he was moaning and spluttering as the cum shot out of his cock into my ass, and all the while Tom was feeding me his cock. Apparently just outside of my field of vision a line was forming because no sooner had the older guy stepped aside then a young thing blond twink took his place. And so it went on and on, and all the while Tom was gagging my on his cock till he shot a load down my throat. I kept count for the first ten loads and then after that I lost track. By that point though my hole was so stretched out that the guys with average sized cock were invisible to me and I could only feel the big ones. It was as if the rest of my body had shut down and all that remained was my ass; my cum and sweat covered ass. It wasn’t just my ass that was covered in cum, some where around the seventh top guys had started jerking off over me and now there were ropes and pools of cum all over my thin twink torso. Henry still stood beside me, occasionally fucking some guy waiting to breed me. Tom had clambered into the sling next to me and now had his legs in the air and was well on his way to catching up to my count. As a big fat black man pulled his equally fat cock from my hole and I could feel a river of cum flowing out of my hole. A few guys cheered and shouted things like: “look at his hole gaping,” “he’s fucking wrecked,” “that cunt will never be tight again.” I was in heaven. After all that time wondering what sex would be like, just wanting to get it over with and now here I was wreaking of cum and sweat my hole gaping wide, I had found my place. A new guy appeared between my legs and as I watched him line up his cock with my hole I thought he looked rather familiar. He was about six feet tall and squarely built with jet black hair and super dark five o’clock shadow. It was the guy from the desk at the entrance, the one I had rented my locker from. I felt a thick cock slid easily into my hole and he leaned over me and taking in my cum covered body said, “I knew you’d be popular birthday boy, but I didn’t know how popular. I’m just glad this cunt was still here when I got off work even if it is basically destroyed.” He bucked into my hole for a few moments and then seeing Henry said, “You taken charge of this boy hole then Henry?” “Yep, plucked his cherry myself.” “Sweet, well seeing as you’ve already let every guy in this place wreck this boy’s cunt mind if I just ruin him for life.” “Go right on ahead Sam, do what you like.” I had no idea what they were talking about but Sam pulled his cock out of me and examined my hole for a minute. He then began rubbing around my abused and stretched ass ring sliding his finger in from time to time. Slowly he worked in first two, then three, then four fingers inside of me. The pressure mounted as he began to work his thumb in too twisting his hand around inside my hole, pushing forward a little with each twist. The cum smeared all over my ass acted as lube and eased Sam’s entry and in what seemed like no time with a soft pop my hole swallowed his hand. I moaned like the bitch in heat that I had become as he started to fuck me with his hand. Cum splattered out of my hole and onto the floor as Sam worked his hand deeper and deeper into my guts. I really have no idea how long he fisted me or how deep he got. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head and all I could focus on was the sensations coming from my ass. Several times cum shot from my own cock without my having even touched it, but it did nothing to slake my lust. When Sam finally pulled his fist and his cock from my ass after cumming twice I realized that the room had emptied out quite a bit. Henry was depositing another load into Tom who looked as fucked out as I felt, and a few men were hanging around the perimeter but the massive crowd had gone. “Where is everyone,” I asked weakly. “Gone kid, it’s eight am,” Sam replied. Holy shit, I had spent the whole night in the sling, I had never even made it to the hotel I had booked. “How about one last load from us two and then we’ll get you cleaned up boy,” Henry said helping Tom from the sling. “Yes please,” anything to keep this day from ending. Henry and Sam helped me from the sling and the two of them supported Tom and I on unsteady legs back to Henry’s room where Tom collapsed on the bed. “Get on top of him boy,” Henry commanded, and despite the fact that my legs felt like jello I mounted Tom’s ever hard cock and then practically laid down on him with it still inside me. Henry slid his cock easily inside of me next to Tom’s cock and slowly began to fuck me. Sam made to leave but Henry told him to stay, and in fact Sam got behind Henry and slid his cock inside Henry’s big meaty hairy ass in a quick smooth stroke. The four of us then shared what was honestly the most tender fucking that happened that whole night. We had been bonded together by what we had done with each other and it showed in how Henry controlled the smooth easy tempo of the other three till finally he and Tom blasted inside of me adding to what I thought must honestly be a gallon of cum in my ass and Sam planting the first load of the night in Henry’s ass. We then disentangled ourselves and made our groggy way to the showers. Henry washed the cum from my body but made sure not to remove any from my hole, though a good quantity was simply running down my leg out of my gaping hole while Sam cleaned off Tom. We went to our lockers and put back on our street clothes, it felt weird to have them on at all. Henry grabbed my phone out of my locker before I could put it back in my pocket and the three guys quickly passed it around putting their numbers in, and then we all did the same for Tom. Then we left. I drove home in a sleepy silence, and when I got home I walked past my parents muttered something about having a good time and went up stairs to pass out. When I woke up sometime around dinnertime my phone was glowing with texts from my new friends; I smiled. Perhaps the rest of my summer wouldn’t be such a dry spell after all.

The music was louder hear, and the hallway darker still. The only light came from a few strategically placed track lights or an open door to one of the rooms that lined the hall like a hotel. I walked along slowly, looking in the open doors as I passed. It was like walking through a prono, I had no idea that these sorts of things actually happened in real life. One room contained a man in a sling by himself with a massive toy stuffed in his red puffy ass hammering away at his one hole. Through another open door I saw a boy not much older then me with two men fucking his ass at the same time and another one filling his throat. I was so hard there was no hiding it with the thin black towel I had been given. This was the right place for sure. At then end of the hall I found myself in a large room with a few chairs and couches, and a small scattering of men lounging about. The left hand wall was all glass an looked out only a terrace of some sort, on the right side was a set of double doors with a sign about them reading “Movie Theatre.” I stopped for a moment unsure of where to go, when I notice another sign on the wall opposite me which read, “Pool, Steam Room, and Recreational Rooms are located cross the Patio.” That must be the terrace I had seen. “Steam Room,” I thought, “that sounded like the place to start.” I had barely made it across the terrace when I saw him lounging in a deck chair with his legs spread just enough so that his towel fell open exposing one entire perfect hairy leg. The world seemed to stop, and all the air seemed to go out of me, as I just stood there and looked at him. He had a strong powerful jaw line, accented by his short salt and pepper bear beard, that matched his clean cut salt and pepper haircut. His torso was just a beautiful pile of sculpted muscle under course dark brown hair and olive skin. There was no why he hadn’t noticed me stop mid stride to stair at him and once my gaze made it back to his sharp green eyes from his considerable and barely hidden bulge he was staring right back at me. I tried to smile, but I think I failed to do more then grimace, and attempted to mutter a casual hello that came out way to fast and shrill. “Hiya kid,” he responded. “Hi,” I managed to say a little more calmly this time. “My name’s Tommy.” “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Henry.” He got up from his chair and caught his towel just before it fell, but not before I got a glimpse of the thick base of his cock and his thick dense pubes. “You too.” A long moment of silence followed while he walked slowly towards me, “It’s my first time here,” I blurted out, “today’s actually my eighteenth birthday and I’ve been planning this for week. See I live in Marcomb so there nothing really for me out there, and I really don’t want to go to college a virgin so I thought that coming here might help me… well..” He was now only a few feet away from me and I lost my ability to make proper sentences. “I could show you around if you like, sense it’s your first time.” “Sure that would be great.” “Alright. We can go look at the pool and steam rooms, don’t know if the rec rooms are the place to go on your first trip though.” “Rec rooms?” “That’s their PC name, in reality it’s the sling room and the glory holes and the gang bang room and a few others.” “Oh. Well… Just for the tour perhaps.” “All right.” Henry looked me up and down quickly and undoubtedly noticed my unhide-able erection, and smiled to himself. “Well, follow me.” He led me across the terrace and I stared at his broad back and firm juicy ass as he walked a little ahead of me. All the while he told me about different things that went on at the baths and theme nights, he asked me about my family, where I was going to school, any hot guys from high school. When I told him that I was a virgin as we were walking past the pool full of naked swimmers he didn’t seem to miss a beat but I thought I saw something twinkle in his eye. He pointed out the door to the steam room but said we didn’t have to go in at that moment, then he led me down a narrow hall that I would have missed if he hadn’t shown it to me. We rounded to corners before we came to anything but it was worth the walk. We stood looking into a room lit dimply with a few patches of red light coming from somewhere. All around the octagonal shaped room were benches and in the center three slings hung suspended from the darkened ceiling. That early in the night the room only hand a few occupants all of whom were gathered around a big black guy laying in the sling farthest from the door. Henry led on. He showed me the glory hole room, the gang bang room which was shaped like the sling room but was smaller with only one fuck bench in the middle. By this time the smell of sweat and sex and the soft groaning that seemed to come from everywhere like the music and gotten me so turned on that I couldn’t help but rub my cock through my towel. Henry chuckled when he noticed, “A boy your age must be horny all the time.” “You have no idea.” “Let's go back to my room. I’ll work the first one outa you for the night, and then you can go back to exploring. I love blowing eighteen year old cock.” “Sure,” I said a little to eagerly to be cool, but Henry just smiled and turned to lead the way back to the private rooms.