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When I arrange for a buddy to be cumdump, or when I pimp him out, I want to be #1. And I want to be last up his hole. Think of me as the book ends!

This was probably 8 years ago. I lived in San Francisco and had met this muscled Latino daddy. He offered to take me to the Berkeley bathhouse and white me out. Before we went in he smoked me out with a joint that was laced with T and a Gatorade that had g. I was so excited I thought it was just really good weed. we went in and there was a waitlist for the rooms so we got lockers. I thought the excitement of how packed the place was, the smells, and the hot guys, was what had me rushing. the daddy told me go check the place out and come back here when they called our number. I walked back to this fort looking structure where men on the upper level where getting their dick sucked by those on the lower one. Their dicks were at mouth level. I started sucking this black daddy’s dick. He told me to not let his dick out of my mouth and kept feeding me poppers. Pretty soon I had swallowed his load. as I was walking around I found this hallway that seemed to narrow down packed full of naked sweaty guys. Pretty soon I couldn’t keep going forward or go back because there were guys all around me touching me. I lost my towel and pretty soon one guy pushed me forward and rammed his dick in me while another spit roasted me. My head was swirling and time lost meaning while I got a lot of dicks. At some point I managed to stumble out of there and go to the steam room that had a shower inside. I rinsed off and saw this big hairy bear stroking his dick staring me intently. I knelt in front of him and he held my head and face fucked me holding my head down and making me choke every few bobs up and down. I held onto him until he pinned me down and came down my throat. when I walked out of the steam room I heard our number called and the daddy waiting for me by the counter. While I paid for the upgrade he grabbed my butt and stuck his thick middle finger in my cummy lubed up and sweaty ass. I felt a burn and I thought it was just how much I had already gotten fucked When we got in the room he ate my ass and the loads in it and fucked me while making out with me. We rested with the door open watching guys go by. I let him know which ones I was interested in and after a few he started guessing. Once we were on the same page he blindfolded me and had me suck his dick clean which tasted great I had never done ass to mouth. Soon he said, come in, and I felt someone come in and close the door. I felt weight on the bed and hands on my ass. Two fingers went in roughly and again the burn. Pretty soon this thick dick went in all the way to his balls. At this point I was stroking daddy’s dick because and trying to accommodate the dick.

Reading these it sounds like a lot are just setting conditions so they have an excuse to flake and they’re “not at fault” since you couldn’t accommodate. I’ve been hit with the load count demands quite often. As y’all should kno by know I like getting cummy. Except for #1, the numbers don’t really matter much. While I hate sticking my dick in dry vanilla holes, I sorta understand guys who want to be #1. Usually scared of STIs. It’s boring but I try to accommodate. Sometimes if I got several competing for #1 I’ll just lie and say each guy is the first. Most can’t tell the difference until I’m 5 or so loads deep and the cum starts covering their cocks and leaking out my hole. I appreciate when guys are like “I wanna find you at the end of the night” instead of “let me know when you get at least 10 loads”.

Please, no popcorn. My dick thanks you.

My best one day load count yet. I have been horny this week, I am in the south so it is summer here. It’s been hot and humid, I normally wear briefs, so my balls have been hot and sweaty on site at work. Facing another hot day, I wore my old satin rugby shorts to work, with my cargo shorts over top. To let my cock and balls some space and air. I like the feel of the satin on my cock on the work site, on these hot days, so horny. After work, I was near a good afternoon cruising park, so I went for a walk, it was a bit late, so I was not sure that I would see anyone. I put some lube on my hole, just in case. I saw a jeans dad-bod guy and walked into a clearing in the bushes, I had not been to before. Dad-bod guy followed me in after a while, we had a little play, but he was nervous, and I still had my pants on. I gave him a wank and he blew his load. I think he must be a horny almost straight guy. Dad-bod guy left, and a guy, must have seen him go, and this new guy and went into the bushes, because he saw dad-bod leave and arrived where I was sitting on a branch. He was wearing work site clothes, and I thought he must be from one of the near by factories. Hot, I love these guys, who have been working all day. He dropped his pants and started playing with his dick, which expanded to a decent size. He wanted to blow me. But I was not there for that. I had my cargo shorts unzipped, and I was playing with my cock through my satin rugby shorts. I dropped my cargo shorts to my ankles and rubbed his cock on my satin shorts, cock to cock. He asked what I was into. So I turned around and rubbed his cock on my backside, still with the satin shorts. They make me so horny. He stayed where he was so I pulled my rugby shorts down and he fingered my pre-lubed crack. He probed my hole with his cock head, so I pushed back a bit when he hit the right spot. He pushed his head in and about an inch more. I got used to it, he had a good size, not too big. I pushed back a couple of times to get a bit more length in, and he started humping me. He got into it fairly quickly and I pushed back and then moved forward a bit to get some full length strokes. This is what he needed, and he took over, getting what he came to the park for, to release and relax after a day at the factory. He fucked hard and long, sometimes pushing the tip of his cock in and out, then back to long strokes. He pushed me over bit further forward, the branches were good to lean on and he took over with some long strokes. I looked back and told him - cum in me bro. A few more long strokes and he tensed up and he filled me up. Load one. I had to get going, so I jumped in the truck and went and got a burger with the guys from the site. I was still horny and it felt good having a load in me. After that, it was dark to time to leave, and head home. Via a different park. Don’t tell the guys from the site. I took off my cargo shorts in the truck and wore my old black track pants over my rugby shorts and a hoodie. The track pants are dirty and had a hole from work. I keep them in the truck for if the weather turns cold. I put on some fresh lube. When I got to the park, there was another guy who walked into the park, right behind me. I headed to the spot where guys meet at night and leaned against the fence along a path. You can look over the fence to see the valley, at day time. The guy following me stopped about three metres away and leaned on the fence too, he was wearing long baggy basket ball shorts. I had strategical let my trackies sag, revealing my rugby shorts. I rubbed my hard cock through the satin. The guy moved over to me and stroked my cock through the material, he wanted to suck me. But nah, I’m not into it. We were touching each other up and a guy in jeans and rugby team supporters shirt walked right up to us. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down revealing his boxer briefs. I was facing basketball guy and jeans guy was behind me. Jeans fellt-up my ass and played with the satin, his land lingered in the wet patch in my crack which was well lubed. I fumbled behind me and pulled is cock out of his boxer briefs. B-ball was playing with my cock, and I was playing with his cock. Jeans guy, I think, had had a couple of drinks before coming to the park. I think I have met him before. I think he needs a little courage to walk in the park at night. But he knows what he wants. He has a rugby player build, and clean cut short hair. I find him hot. I pulled down the back of my rugby shorts, and jeans guy rubbed his cock on my crack, so I pushed back when he was in the right spot. I reached back and tried to push his boxers down a bit more, he pulled them right down. I was face to b-balls cock, and gave him a bit of a suck, he was still soft. He was a bit distracted by his phone buzzing and he went off to play with his phone. This was good, because jeans guy was getting in my ass real good. I leaned on the good strong fence and jeans guy fucks me long strokes for a few minutes, I lubed up my hard cock and I am jacking it in the front of my rugby shorts while he is fucking. He pauses for a moment, because someone else is near by, he just keeps the tip of his cock in me and stands still. The other guy wonders off after a minute, good on him for not interrupting. After that, jeans guy returns to fucking me. He motions that he wants to change positions, and I move around behind him. I spit on my hand and rub it in his hole, I have lube on my hand and cock. I flip my shorts down, off my cock and rub it in the spit. This makes the lube slippery and I get my head in. He is tight, and push my head in and out hoping he will loosen up. I get a few decent slow strokes in. B-ball guy comes back and plays with jeans dick. I soften and pull out. I walk around back of B-ball, thinking he might have a looser hole. So I get some fresh lube and play with his hole, he has really hairy hole. I fucking love it. B-ball bends over and sucks jeans guys cock and exposes his fury hole. I can’t help myself, I have to rim that fury hole. I have never rimmed a fury hole like that before. I got so horny, I had a rager. This hole was way too tight to even consider fucking so, so went back around back of jeans guy again and used my super hard rager to get deep in him and give him a a few dozen deep strokes. B-ball guy took off again. Jeans guy wants to fuck a load into me, so he gets me to lean against the fence again, and ploughs me fast and slow for five minutes. Blowing a load deep inside me. Load two. I see a real tall guy walk past. I wonder what he’s into to. He seemed to be going somewhere. I take a walk and find a guy in grey hoodie and running shorts, and sneaks. He follows me into a dark area. I am still sagging my trakies, with my hard cock tenting my rugby shorts. He wants to blow me, but I say no. I turn him around against a fence and pull his running shorts down, he is pre-lubed. I stick my cock in, and he is slippery and loose enough to just go hard. I fuck him for a few minutes, my shorts and trackies around my ankles. I build up a sweat so I peel my hoodie off so I am topless, I push his hoodie up over his head, so we can get skin to skin. Sweat to sweat. I loving rubbing my body on a guys body, it makes me want to cum hard. I fuck him for a few more minutes, but I also want to see who else is in the park, before I blow. So we straighten up our clothes, and I take a walk. I do a lap or two, then start to loose interest. It is kind of getting late. I walk toward the exit, a younger guy follow me. I sit down on short wall and he comes up and sits beside me. Of course, he wants to suck my dick. I don’t want that. So I just stand up and turn him around and push his pants down, he is not into being fucked. But he is shorter than me, I wrap my arms around him and play with his dick. His dick grows real well, and he had a big mushroom head. I stoke him a bit, then I move around him and rub my lubed and cummy ass agains this cock head. He loves it and starts pushing his mushroom tip in my wet hole. I push back and get that big head in, then I push back more, all the way. He gets horny as fuck and humps me good. He bends me over, on top of the low wall we were sitting on. I turn back to him and tell him to blow in my ass. He takes about two minutes of fast fucking to blow in my ass. Load three. This is a now the most loads I have had in my ass at the same time. I pull up my pants, taking care to have my cock tenting my rugby shorts just above my sagging trakies and walk off, back to the middle of the park. I wonder if there is still someone around. I go back to the place where rugby shirt jeans guy was. I think it’s a good place. Big and tall guy from before walks up to where I am. Tall guys can see my cock tenting my rugby shorts. He has a play through the satin shorts, which feels great. I am going to wear these old rugby shorts more often. I rub the front of tall guys jeans. He has a hard spot behind the zipper. He unzips and pulls his cock through the fly. His cock is the thickest cock I have seen today. And he had a lot of precum leaking out of the tip of his skin. I get him to undo his belt to get at his cock and balls. I feel his heavy balls and fat cock. His cock head is smooth and cummy poking out of his foreskin. I wonder if I can get it in me, I am well loosed up, so I push my shorts down and push my cummy ass crack against his cock head. I move my crack up and down and find the right spot, with my hole pressing against his tip. I push back a few times to see if he will hump his thick cock in my hole. He plays along for a minute pushing the tip of his cock on my hole stretching my hole with just the tip. It feels good with his knob end pushing and stretching my hole. He puts his hand in his pocket at pulls out a rubber, which he starts to open. I push his hand away, I tell him I don’t want that. He puts it back in his pocket. He is still standing there so I rub his cock head in my hole a bit more. I think he might jack it and blow on my ass. But I just keep pushing back on his huge head. It gets in, and I hump back againt his cock to allow his cock head to work in and out, in and out of my ring. He puts his hand on my hip to keep me in a good position for him. He is tall and needs the right angle. He is strong and can do what he wants. He takes over pushing on my hole, in and out. I guess, because of his thick dick, he wants to be sure not to hurt me. But mushroom head guy has stretched me out to make it comfortable, although full feeling. He slowly works in deeper with each stroke, which he is now controlling and he is pushing the tip in and out, an inch or two more, with almost fully out and back in strokes. He is building and I am fully feeling his thick cock in my hole. He slows down and holds it fully in and I can feel his cock twitching in my ass. I think he might be cumming in me, but also he could be just tensing his muscles with is cock fully in me. It’s fucking hot. After a pause for a minute he resumes stroking in and out. I love it when a big guy takes full control like that. He goes hard fucking for another two or three minutes, his breathing is deep and uncontrolled. Then he holds me, with his cock twitching deep in me again. He is jetting blasts of cum up my hole. This is the strongest blasts of cum I have felt in my ass. He softens a bit and slips out. I pull up my rugby shorts and trackies and walk out of the park, heading for my truck. Four loads, double my previous record. I can feel there is a lot of cum in my hole as I am walking, it’s so hot. On the drive home, I stop at a cruisy rest room, because I can’t hold it all in. I squirt some of the loads out on the floor for someone else to see, I love seeing cum on the wall or on the floor of a cubicle. When I get home I took a shower after a long work day followed by two good sessions in the parks. I squirted some more cum out. Fucken hot.

I make it very clear from the beginning: I fuck raw. And I don’t pull out. However, I will respect a bottom who doesn’t want my load - by not even hooking up. I’m not going to waste my time on him.

I blow my tops well enough that they don't go dry, then use my own saliva in my hole and guide them in to pump and dump until their dick gets soft and pull out. I close my hole to hold the hot milk and half hour later after I make him hard again, my hole opens and when I feel his cum running out, I guide him so his own cum serves as lube 😈🐷

Had my fair share of interesting places I got loaded Behind the scenes of a musical, while it was going on in the kitchen of a Michelin star restaurant (several times, love the chef 😉 ) During flights is quite common but I was fucked by both pilots and one crew member in the cockpit (loved those pre 9-11 days) several times during an 11 hours flight. Top of Eiffel Tower, there was a cute waiter in the small place that sells champagne, he fucked me in the small cubical while in between he served the crowed Movie theater during screening But I think the one tops them all was a 3way in one of the offices in the German Reichstag haha, I could barely walk after they used me so hard and loaded me 4 times. That was a hilarious walk of shame going out through security 🤣

Mike picked up his biohazard jock and started to adjust my legs in the sling so he could slip the jock on me. I’d always thought rubber looked hot but needed to see how it felt first. Now I’m being dressed in it and was feeling strangely calm about it. Turned on, even. He then unhooked a short piece of chain, which I assumed was part of the sling, but for some reason had a padlock on it. I understood exactly what was going on when he moved my head so he could slip it around my neck. Closing the padlock with no sign of a key. “There you go, my boy. You’re starting to look the part already. Your bulge in that bio jock shows your approval too.” He had a point. I looked down and saw my stiffening cock in the jock and felt the weight of the chain around my neck. Fucking hot. A little epiphany unlocked at that moment seeing myself in a rubber jock spread out in a sling, with several poz loads in my hole. I thought that I looked like a pig. One of the more extreme ones you occasionally stumble across on a tumblr. Where more often than not, the guys look like pure animals. Fucking each other freely and feeling part of a semi-secret society. Where guys park their lives at the door and set about exploring their true desires. As men… brothers. Right then, I was feeling like I’d made it into the sty. Mike could almost read my mind. He stood there looking at me admiring myself. Admiring whatever I was becoming. Had become. “I like it. Very fucking hot. You’ll be a perfect addition to the cause once the gift claims you. Your Bugdaddy knows the route, son, let me be your guide into your new life.” It’s true. I’ve seen and could sense a new direction and purpose now. Mike lined himself at my hole again, fingering his last deposit into me as he lubed his cock. It felt beautiful, if I’m honest. They’ve already won. “The sight of my son in his bio jock is turning me on. You’re mine now, body and soul” “Fuck yeah, daddy. Finish it off.” He grinned and looked me in the eye. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty coming your way now you’re one of us. My strain alone should have given the recruitment process a head start.” It’s true. There genuinely was no way back now. The reality being that I’ve more than likely been infected. I guess I’d taken about ten, maybe a dozen loads now. On a special Poz Night, admittedly. And, yes, one of those guys was a new member who’d just been recruited, at his most toxic and, oh yeah, then bred me in an initiation. All normal. Normal to me now. And now I was understanding why they call it a gift. Mike shuddered as he unloaded into me, keeping his cock in there as he looked me up and down like a proud father admiring his new born. Which, in a twisted kinda way, was exactly that. I felt reborn. I felt satisfaction. A new freedom, like I was home. I looked into his eyes and slurred like the lovesick cum-craving rawpig I’d become, with my belly now full of his seed. His toxic seed no doubt already incubating in me. “I want to feel like this forever” Mike smiled and came in for a kiss “you soon will, son. You soon will.”

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

I lost count of the loads I took in the next couple of hours. Poppered up and hazy, I seem to adapt into this new existence as a raw pig. Although the crowd were thinning out, I called out to see if anyone was around, as I was still strapped into the sling. We’ve all had our fun, I thought, as I debated phoning in sick the next morning, or how many hours time it would be. Then I could make out movement from the corner of my eye as a shadow appeared at the door. “Oh hey, could you untie me please? Everyone seems to have fucked off home” Out of the shadows came the receptionist. All six foot of him, with a muscular swimmer’s build, but this time naked bar a clear yellow rubber jock with a black biohazard symbol on the front which contained what looked like a heavy ring at the end of his cock. “Yeah mate, I will do eventually. Once I’ve bred that hole first.” It seemed, well, a reasonable request for freedom at this point. I’m sure something inside of me had been unlocked this evening, and the sight of him had my cock stirring to attention. “It’s Dan, right? Glen and Steve told me you finally had a vacancy, and so I thought I’d have a go” Fuck, he did look beautiful. Standing there in that jock, talking to me like I was a piece of meat. I found myself wanting to taste that biohazard symbol with my tongue, slowly making out the shape of it, as if to write it into my mind. “uh, sure, well go ahead. I guess one last random fuck won’t do me any harm”. Compared to the harm that’s already been committed to me, I weighed up this screwed sense of new principles. “The name’s Mike incidentally and I don’t think you quite understand mate. Usually I’ll turn away most horny drunks that rock up to the sauna in need of a late night snack, but I let you in. I took a shine to you.” Suddenly I felt a little scared. As scared as anyone who was strapped into a sling in a sauna complex where they’d been bred by numerous strangers. “I only gift men who deserve it. Those with… potential.” Everything about this evening had gone from weird to completely fucked up. “Potential?” I asked, worried. “Oh yeah. I’ve been looking for a bugson for a while now, and having watched you adapt to being a raw whore has been very interesting. Seeing as you’re still there, boy, let this bugdaddy mark you as his.” My cock hardened further. What was I hearing? It sounded twisted, wrong and… horny as fuck. “I see you like that boy, now tell bugdaddy to incubate you and claim you as his son” Oh, what the hell. “Please, bugdaddy. Claim this boy as yours. Please…”

We began to untangle and Glen unlocked the room. I knew deep down that I could have run there and then, but my body had other ideas as Steve helped me to my feet and the three of us left and headed to the sling area. The piss smell was starting to subside and I noticed three guys pissing over the sling occupant. “Ah, that’s Brian. He’s a new convert. The last time he was here was his first. Like you, he didn’t realise the true nature of the evening, but now he’s a fully paid-up member. He’s being baptised by his new brothers. It’s something of a ritual for each new cumdump” What the fuck? These pigs were next level. I’d never in my wildest dreams witnessed such depravity. Yet despite my better judgement, I was getting hard at this. Fucksake. I should sober up this instant and run. I could hear Brian moaning, and encouraging these guys to piss over him. Like it was something that he needed too, finally wash away all those years of not letting himself be himself. Am I envying him? Was I turned on because in some way I knew that could be me one day? Glen went to the head of the sling and snogged Brian like they’d been lovers forever. Tenderly he stroked Brian’s head and asked him how he was feeling. Brian, for his part was reveling in his piss bath, but knew that he’d been in there long enough. Glen started to unstrap Brian from the sling, as Brian seemed to sense what was going on. “We’ve got a new member to welcome and recruit, dear boy, I trust you’ll help us pass on your knowledge” Brian grinned sadistically and said “It would be my pleasure, brother” and got out of the pissy sling. Steve grabbed my wrist, as if he sensed that I was going to make a run for it. I knew I could, but something tells me the night may go awry if I tried to escape. I just had to mentally accept that this was the road I was on now. These men were going to make into one of them. Whether the toxic cum in me already was starting to rewire me, or what, I can only accept now that this was my recruitment, and as Brian, Steve, Glen and a couple of others started to surround me, this glimpse of my future wasn’t terrifying me.

As Glen shot into my hole, I had to admit that the feeling of cum in me was starting to turn me on. I laid there, cradled by the pair of them like something they needed to feed and feed off. The grim realisations can hold off for an hour or two, right now I’m starting to understand why guys chase and become cum addicted. The seed deposits soak in to you. Creating a stronger deeper connection with who you’re with. That moment feels like it could last forever. You bond. Perhaps I needed to be shown that, I needed that urge to be forced upon me. So I could see for myself. It was as if the toxic cum decided on me regardless and had begun its takeover, its rewiring. Like I said, I was starting to understand. “How you feeling now Dan. Happy you’ve begun a new life?” That freaked me out. I was drunk and stumbled into a sauna on the wrong evening and now here I was being assimilated into the poz brotherhood. Wait… I’d read that phrase before and now I’m thinking it? I need to get out of here before it’s too late. Steve shoved the poppers under my nose again “It’s time you tasted my cock Dan. It’s been in you already, so nice to complete the circle". I started to play with my own cock, now harder than ever. Glen brushed my hand aside and began to lick my cockhead. The connection was beginning to overwhelm my senses. No wonder they called it a brotherhood. Being like this was something far closer and more erotic than just lovers. Glen was muttering encouragement to me as I sucked him off. “Oh mate. You’re doing very well. I think we should take this elsewhere. What do you think Steve?” Steve removed his mouth from my cock “Fuck yes, maybe see if the sling is free” “Good idea. It usually isn’t free but we can get Dan to the front of the queue. What’s the point of running a night like this if we don’t get first dibs? The others will understand the need to fast track Dan. Maybe one or two of them can pitch in with the next round of recruitment” "There’s another round? What the fuck is this? I saw the sling area earlier and there were a handful of guys hanging around it, all taking it in turns on some poor guy they’d ballgagged. There was no way I was going to get involved in…" “Sniff, Dan. You’re going to love it… eventually.” Oh man.

Moderator's Note: This thread was moved to the Backroom at the poster's request. Since this started out in the General Bareback Stories section, the Backroom content will not appear in the first chapter. Boy, it’s time… You know how it is: You try to fuck your boy as often as daily life permits. But when you’re a Daddy married to a fuckpig; it’s your duty to get your boy well and truly used from time to time. So when I noticed Del’s stress levels rising, I knew it was time. Friday afternoon and we both just logged off from work for the day. Thats when I surprised him. All I had to do is say those three magic words, “Boy, it’s time.” Del hugged me excitedly, gave me a big kiss, and scampered off to clean out and pack his trick bag. Soon enough we were headed to our favorite cheap motel on the city’s east side. You know the kind I mean. Single story. Locally owned. No name other than ‘Motel’. We check in requesting the room at the far end of the building. The owner gave me the same knowing smirk he always does. ”Have fun.” he growls as he slaps the keys on the counter. I don’t need to describe the room. The place is a hole. Perfectly suited for the events to cum. I connected to the internet and start posting to all the sites and cruising the apps. Because of the motels location, this place has several long-term residents. People on the fringes of society, let’s just say. Within minutes, I heard a familiar light knocking. I opened the door. It was Russell. It’s always Russell. “Saw your car,” he said to me absently. “Been awhile, Del!”, he proclaimed as he stepped in, stripping as he entered. Now, Russell is not a good-looking guy. But he’s mid-forties and former military - so the body is solid - and he’s got a standard issue dick that always delivers the goods. Del was instantly on his knees sucking Russell’s dick. Seconds later he got his first raw fuck of the evening. Head down - ass up at the edge of the bed. I take in the sight of my boy getting his first load. Russell pulled out and Del dutifully cleaned him off. “I’ll spread the word”, Russell promised as he put himself back together to leave. Trucker Paul, another ‘local’, was next. Big burly older dude with a seemingly permanent cigarette dangling from his lips. Paul likes to get verbal. Del LOVES verbal. “You fucking pig! You back? You want more of this?!”, Paul sneered while grabbing his crotch. “Yes, Sir!”, Del dutifully replied, “Please, Sir!”. Paul started unbuckling his belt and opening his grubby jeans. Paul pulled out his fat stubby dick and shoved it into Del’s face. “Suck it, faggot! Suck my dick you useless pig!”. This was music to Dels ears. He sucked Pauls dick with abandon. Moments later, Paul shoved Del to the bed. Del assumed the position - head down, ass up. Paul stepped up and shoved his stubby dong into Dels hole. “Fuck! FUCKING PIG!”, Paul spat as he pounded Dels hole. A stream of profanity followed as Paul unloaded in him. With a slap on the ass, Paul was done. He picked up his pants, and turned to leave, only then did he acknowledge me with a nod of the head. Next up was the first web hookup arrival. Blue collar type. Still in his work clothes - likely worked the power plant nearby. Mid-thirties. Tall. Brown hair. Actually really damn good looking. I gestured him over to Del. ‘Blue’ hesitated briefly upon seeing Del stark naked. “Whoa, I just wanna get blown, dude”, he announced cautiously. “Have at it.”, I replied. With that he whipped out his already very hard dick and sat in the chair opposite me. By the look on his face, I think the sight of Del crawling over to him concerned him a bit. I stifled a laugh at that. But any concern melted away once Del’s very talented mouth was on his pole. ’Blue’ signed deeply once Dels mouth embraced his dick. His head hung back, his jaw fell open. It was obvious that it had been while since he had been blown. Poor straight boy. Del worked Blue’s dick with his usual skill. “Ohhhhhhhh….fuuuuuuuuuck”, Blue growled, over and over. He was getting some world-class cocksucking. After a bit, Blue stood up and grabbed Del’s head. He pushed his dong down Del’s throat and unloaded into him with a guttural growl. He stood there a moment, cock still down Del’s throat. And eventually released Del’s; head. Blue stood there dazed for a moment. Then, being the polite boy I trained him to be, Del said “Thank you!” as he wiped his mouth with his forearm. This brought Blue back to his senses, and he quickly composed himself and his clothes. As he was leaving I stopped him and said, “Tell your friends - were here all weekend”. Blue glanced back at Del as he licked the cum off his forearm. Then looked at me, gave me a wry smile, and left.. There was a break in the action for awhile. Then a sketchy dude stopped by. Street meat. (Seems word got around) Young, short, fireplug type. Scruffy as hell. By his look, he was no stranger to ‘phamaceuticals’. I felt he might be trouble but Del likes sketchy dudes, and I can handle myself just fine. So after confirming he didn’t have any weapons on him, I let him in. I pointed him to the bath and told him to take a shower - with soap. He readily agreed. Felt bad for the guy. Clearly he had been on the street awhile. When he walked back out, naked, we were treated to a very nice sight. Hairy chest and legs. Full bush. A fat cock. And about a dozen random tattoos. ‘Sketchy’ lay flat on the bed, face up. Del immediately started servicing his thick meat. Once hard, Del greased that pole and rode that dick cowgirl. I always smile when I see Del fuck himself like that. Its strikes me as so joyous. Eventually, Sketchy bred Del good and deep. “Daddy, can we keep him?”, Del asked playfully. I chuckled, and shook my head no. Del happily sucked Sketchy clean. I fished a t-shirt out of my bag and gave it, a bottle of water, and some snacks we had brought to Sketchy as he left. As he walked out, another dude was just walking up. Not a ‘local’. I greeted him at the door. “Is this the place?”, he asked suggestively, grabbing his obvious bulge. I recognized his accent - Senegalese. He was one of the guys I had chatted up online. Tall, slim, black, late 30’s early 40’s. I opened the door further so he could see my boy naked on the bed. “Ah..it seems so..”, he said with a smile as I stood aside for him to enter. I stopped my online cruising to take in this scene fully. He went up to my boy and kissed him sweetly. Few things get my boy harder than kissing. I watched as Del’s dick stiffened. “I am going to fuck you”, the new arrival said - his voice like honey, “I am going to fuck you…like a bitch”. That accent was hypnotic! I heard Del whimper. With that, this latest arrival stepped back and made a show of stripping down. His body was completely smooth. His entire body a hairless dark brown. Several inches of jet-black dong hung before him, flaccid. Del crawled over to him and took that uncut dong into his mouth. “That is right. That’s is right. Get it good and wet.” What followed was a sight to behold. My boy, legs up ‘like a bitch’ as this dark master walked up to him. Del urgently took the first popper hit of the night. I watched as this black god slowly pushed his thick nine inches into Del’s hole. “Mmmm…yesss…very sweet”, hissed the stranger when he was balls deep. A slow and steady fuck ensued. One speed. A constant slow methodical fuck. Now, my boy has stamina, but this was testing his limits. For half a hour I watched that wrecking bar slowly piston my boy’s hole. By that time, Del was shaking with lust. His cum hunger eventually overwhelming him. “Please! Please, cum in me! Breed me! BREED ME, PLEASE!” Hearing that, the fucker stopped cold, looked Del in the eys and simply said, “All you had to do…was ask.” Instantly, his cock and balls started flexing and he flooded my boy with cum. Del moaned loudly, his dick spasmed and shot his load all over his belly. I’ve only seen Del shoot hands free a handful of times, so this was one for the books. The fucker, having unloaded fully, began his long journey out of Del’s ass. It was beautiful to behold that huge black dong slide out of him. Del lay there, slackjawed, as he experienced that full retraction. Finally, he was out. He turned to me and said, “Now that - is how - you fuck - a bitch.” The fucker walked over and sat down with me - still naked - at the rickety table I was occupying next to the window. His cum-slicked dong hanging before him. I offered him a cigarette and we smoked in silence; taking in the sight of Del writhing on the bed, fingering his gaping fuckhole, wallowing in the moment. The fucker and I gave each other a knowing smile. After awhile, I noticed the fuckers tool was getting hella-hard again. He snuffed out his cigarette and quipped, “Time - for round two”. As he approached Del for the second time, I could see the apprehension in Del’s eyes. He looked over at me. “Daddy?” He said fearfully. “You know the rules, boy.”, I replied. I watched as the fucker lifted my son’s legs. “Daddy?!” I watched as the fucker kissed my son’s hole with his uncut dong. “DADDY!”, he pleaded while taking some of the bigger popper hits I had ever seen him take. I watched as this black master plunged into Del’s fuckhole once again. Del’s whole body shook - violently. “Shhhh…”, the fucker whispered as he stroked Del’s face, “…you need cock…you need cum…I will give you what you need…now, you give yourself to me.” As if by magic, hearing those words caused Del’s whole body to relax. “Better…much better”, said the fucker as he railed my son’s hole yet again. This guy, without a doubt, had some of the best fuckskill I had ever seen. When it was over. I shook his hand before he left and thanked him for destroying my boy’s hole so completely. I passed him one of personal cards and let him know he would be welcome message me about using Del again. Time for some aftercare. Examined Del’s fuckhole. Gaping open and distended. “Are you satisfied, boy? Did you get what you needed for today?”, I asked as I lay down and held him in my arms. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy”, he replied. “Daddy is so proud of you. I love you so much, boy”. Del snuggled into me - my little spoon - and softly spoke saying; “I love you, Daddy”. (End Part One)

I’d only been with my boyfriend, Adam Monty, for four months before I persuaded him to come off PREP and become a monogamous couple. He was very loyal and had only had three other sexual partners before me, so at the age of 19, he was very happy to take this leap of faith. The problem was, he hadn’t yet discovered my dark little secret; I was a total cum slut. I had had more sexual partners in the first three days of meeting him than he had in his entire life. I’d stay with him overnight at his house as he only lived with his mum, and who liked me a lot. On our first meeting, she told me to use him hard, “He’d been in need of a good fucking for ages”. It also helped that I was older at 24 and “Fit as fuck”, her words. Adam was 5ft 6”, petite slim, totally smooth, tiny nipples, average size cock but pretty face with curly blonde hair and a few piercings. He had a gorgeously fuckable ass, totally fem and totally bottom. Definitely my type when I wanted to plow a cunt, but I was versatile and needed men with big cocks to use me too. At 6ft, gym toned with lovely bubble butt, hairless and a good 8” uncut cock, I was Adam’s ideal partner, so he told me. Ideal, apart from being the depraved dirty fucker that I actually was. On our first night together staying at his, I’d fucked him four times and he’d sucked me off twice. I left his house the next morning and was so desperate to ride a cock, I went via my local 24/7 sauna on the way back home and took four loads in 2 hours. All raw and all without PREP. I loved raw sex and actively sought out toxic loads when ever I could. I wasn’t strictly chasing, but after a few pints of beer or a little chemical stimulus, I’d do anything for poison cum. Adam was one of those guys who’d follow his heart and was saying he loved me within a month. I finally said it back while persuading him that we should become a couple and get off PREP. I had lied to him about being on it to get him to fuck raw, but having never been on it, every time we fucked I was secretly imaging me pozzing him, and it turned me on so bad. Our sex life was great and slowly I began to try new things with him: first it was piss, he liked drinking it and sharing with me. We experimented with toys and I even managed to get my fist inside him, which he loved. Soon he was asking about my experiences of threesomes and group, I’d get us both hard telling him about things I’d done but I didn’t want to scare him about some of my most depraved shit, not just yet anyway. I also left out getting high with guys, chemsex was something I wanted to get him on as soon as I could. I was going to totally corrupt him. By the end of our fourth month together I met Julio Rocha off BarebackRT. He was Brazilian, living in London, my age and HIV+. A very sexy Latino boy with fat cock and as dirty as me. He’d caught HIV when he was 18 through group sex but was happiest taking multiple loads while getting high. He was me but actually poz. I felt bad about it but had to cancel a night with Adam at short notice because I was taking Julio’s cock. He’d already fucked one load in to me and I wanted more so rang Adam sightly out of breath, making up a story about work dumping last minute shit on me and having to go, all the while Julio was felching out his load from my dripping cunt to share with me. We fucked for ages and never once did I worry that he was poz. The next week was mostly Julio and me fucking. He was staying with a friend and worked as an escort on the side. He didn’t charge me though and on those nights I didn’t see Adam, he was in my bed breeding my neg hole. I begged him for his poz cum as he’d strangled me and slapped my face. “You want my poison” he’d growl at me as he raped my cunt. “Yes sir” I moaned back in the throws of sexual ecstasy. Julio could fuck me good and had no limits, I began to find myself replacing Adam in my lustful thoughts with Julio. During the second week with Julio, Adam’s mum texted to let me know he was upset, thinking something was wrong. I texted back and said not to worry work was really bad and immediately arranged to meet Adam later that day, telling Julio I needed to see my boyfriend. I’d told him about Adam already and he knew I’d got him off PREP. I could see in his wicked smirk there was evil scheming afoot. “Shall we poz him?” he asked me. “I’d love it to be me that pozzed him but if I’m still neg, maybe I could get him into a threesome with us?” I suggested. “My friend is having a chemsex party in two weeks”, he continued, “I could make sure there’s plenty of guys with poison cum for you and your boyfriend” he grinned back. His English wasn’t perfect but he had me drooling at the thought of it. I smiled, and nodded and we agreed. Now I just had to work out how to get Adam there and happy to fuck raw with a group of strangers whilst not being on PREP! To Be Continued

based on my last two visits to a Sunday afternoon sex club. Based on a true story. Last week, he thrusted his fat cock in me. It hurt as he stretched me wide. I hadn’t had a cock that fat in me in a long time. As he grunted his hairy belly banged my nuts til they ached and after five minutes, without warning, he shot a raw load in me grinding it deep, his legs quivering. When all his seed was in, he pulled out and I saw that barbed wire tat on his cock. It straddled his circ scar - it made me wanna cum but I didn’t. Then he left. I flexed my aching hole: I wanted him in me for as long as possible, get to absorb his sperm, not drip out down my leg. This week, I went early, so as to get a second chance with him. He was already there. Short, stocky, hairy. Not a long cock but really wide - like a can. I wanted to taste him, gag on that cock. He was rimming you. You on the bench, a stained red jock strap trying to contain your hard cock with your hole on full display, legs pulled back by your arms. I could see where he had worked you, the ginger hair on your arse cheeks and crack showing the direction his tongue had travelled. He had done a good job not just on your hole. You were groaning. I wanted to taste you but he was too busy there. I approached you and him. He got up. Very much my type: a pig, pierced nipples and a leather harness over his chunky shoulders down his chest, the straps meeting at a metal cock ring. Nice touch, he hadn’t had that last week. He chewed on my nipples as he fingered your hole. He was getting you ready. Fat fingers and spit sliding in and out of your tight hole, rotating his hand. He and I kissed, hard and slow, passionate. At odds to his rough breeding from last week. My cock was straining, the head poking out of my jock strap. Fuck, I could have exploded there and then had me touched it. It was obvious now that this was a threesome. I tried to manoeuvre next to you. Maybe he was going to fuck us both next to each other, him taking turn between us, mixing fluids between the three of us - creating a connection. I would really work for that load, clench the cum out of him. I wanted him breed me, not you. His hand reached behind me, pulled me over. As he turned his back on me, he was struggling to get in you but when he finally did, you gasped. It hurt. I remembered that feeling. That was my hole last week, it stung as he pushed through. Fuck that was hot hearing you. I knew exactly when he had entered you. This man, a hot pig using only his spit and precum for lube. I love fucks like that. Raw. He waited. He wanted me to fuck him as he fucked you. Beads of sweat dripping through the hair on his arse - he had been busy this afternoon. How many holes in here had been stretched wide open by him? Fuck, that’s hot, I thought. He took the bottle of poppers you’d just hit, and took a deep breath. Then he grabbed a bottle of lube and coated my cock in it, pulling my foreskin all the way back. The lube mixed with his sweat and my precum. He guided me to his hole hot and hairy, soaked in sweat. I pushed in through the hair as he guided his hole to cock. I could feel his warmth and then I was in. As he started on you, you moaning in pain, I stood still, him working the length of my shaft. He was talented - simultaneously a brutal top and a power bottom. Fuck, this was hot. Although my arse wanted that dick, rawing his hole was perfect. His musky scent was intoxicating, his arse hair sticking to my groin. We had a rhythm going and by now your hole although it still hurt was getting looser, the poppers working. I reached forward to try and feel him around your ring but his muscular, veiny thighs blocked the way. I imagined his tat rubbing along inside you, his precum lubing your innards. Suddenly, he stopped, him in you, me in him, he gripped his hole around the head of my cock. He started to shake, as he tried to stop cumming. It was too late, no matter how hard tried, he’d gone too far. He started to groan, drove his cock into you as I pushed forward, trying to get in as deep as possible. I wanted to his hole. As he spurted, his hole flexed around my cock. Man, I wanted this to last longer, and I had thought I would be getting his load, not you. After a minute of convulsions, he withdrew. Was he going to abruptly leave like last week? He went to kiss you as he played with your gape, spreading it open, keeping you wide. He beckoned me over to your cunt. He was preparing it for me. I bent down to eat you. As you hit the poppers, I tongued you, you wanted me to get to his load, offer it up to me. You groaned as you tried to push out a rosebud. Not quite there yet, I thought to myself, but you have potential, especially the way you can close and re-open that gape. You tasted good, even better knowing he’d been in there. As you slowly closed up, he got on the bench and stood up, forcing your legs wide open. He was in control, he wanted me to add my load in you. I was so close to cumming, I had to slide in slowly and just wait. He brought his crotch to my face, he pushed the poppers under my nose. I inhaled. Heart pounding, he rammed his semi hard cock in my mouth. I finally got that taste I had been craving: the very last drips of his cum and the taste of your arse. Fuck, he was wide, fuck this tasted good, his fat low hangers swinging back and forth. Could I work another load out of him? I tried to work up a rhythm that didn’t tip me over the edge. I started off slow, long, deep thrusts. So deep, I felt the tip of my cock push against your second ring. My bush was getting through your sloppy hole. My cock must have, at this point, been with his load. If I hadn’t thought that, I might have been able to carry on longer - maybe get his load down my throat. I rammed it in you, as I came, my groans were almost inaudible with his now hardening in my mouth, his cock entering my throat. He withdrew, jumped down, slapped me hard on the arse and headed back to the cloak room. I helped work a load out of you. A thick, white rope to add to the jizz on your stained jock strap. I remembered him pawing at your hole. I squeezed and fingered it. It was wrecked. You grunted and tried to push out a load. I pulled my fingers out and we sucked them. Was that him and me we could taste. I left you, hole still on display - how many other loads would you take? Man, your hole would look even better later. I made my way to the lockers. He had already left but I had both him and you still on my cock in the folds of my foreskin. I was going to stroke my cock later on and get to taste both of you again.

Was going to go to Fort Lauderdale but last minute decided to spend holidays in Saint Pete and Tampa. Best beaches at Saint Pete and Tampa is a fun city. Have only spent a couple nights at a time. Love long sweaty sessions, cruising, don't drink but partake in other things. Any recons on places to find some raunchy sex? Also in the midst of a divorce so could use some distractions 39/gay/vers bttm

Halloween: the night when all the freaks come out, and I decided, as I usually did, to join them. Usually I go as the sexy pizza boy or shirtless lumberjack. I get a lot of grabs and looks from the boys at the bars, all in the name of harmless sexy fun. However, this year I decided to go as the Dark Knight Batman: a little dark, totally anonymous with the face mask, and I get to let my inner nerd out. I also decided that since I'm 26, I don't have to be treated like an object at every costume party, at least this year. I live with my parents close to the local college which my younger brother attends, now 21 and in his junior year. He is almost always out at parties or bars, he just sleeps here. Sometimes. Anyhow, since around here Halloween gets very noisy and disruptive, my parents went on a weekend get away, leaving the house in my care. On the big night, I prepared myself for the festivities, dressing in flattering torso armor, armored tights, half mask, utility belt, phone, keys, cash, my ID, and a couple condoms and couple lube packets- after all, a superhero is prepared for all forms of combat. A couple of my boys wanted to meet up at the local leather bar rather than our normal hangout. Since Halloween is a Saturday this year, the bars are going to be packed. The leather bar usually has fewer people, but it has surprisingly good music and a small dance floor. Drinks are cheap, too, so I'm looking forward to the party, and to get fully in the mood, I made myself a couple of vodka tonics, and down them just before I left the house to await an Uber at the end of the driveway. As I stood there, I could feel the vodka kicking in, I must have poured them stronger than I thought, it's going to be some night! The driver could tell I was drunk by the time we got close to the bar. There was utility truck and a small crowd, so he had to drop me off down the street. I stepped out, thanked him, to which he replied, "Looks like you're going to have a lot of fun! Stay safe!" I laughed. I felt sexy, I was solidly buzzed, I loved how the tights clung to me. I still had my runner's body from college. I was giving myself a hardon, and I chucked: the plastic codpiece let me sport full mast and no one was the wiser. As I approached the bar building, I heard a guy beckon, "What's got 'ya grinning, Batman?" I turned and looked, and saw a beautiful specimen in a snake-scale body suit and had a cobra half-mask with open hood around his neck standing the entrance to the alley leading behind the bar. "Whoa..." I stuttered, "y-you do." I suddenly gained my composure and pretended to play cool. I glanced down and saw an unsupported bulge in the spandex pants and I licked my lips. "Hot costume. Looks like you're a very big snake!" I stepped closer to him and he stepped closer to me. "You're too kind!" he said, pretending to be bashful, placing a hand on my chest. "But you see, I'm cold blooded. I grow a little as things heat up." "Really?" I stepped closer and started to lean in. "Sounds like we need to heat you up and get you all stretched out. You must be all cramped up." I could feel my heart begin to race. I'm never this quick and obvious, but the vodka and my concealed erection were speaking on my behalf, and it's working. The cobra guy suddenly puts a hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our masks just barely let us kiss. I lean in entirely into his body, minding my codpiece and moved to the side slightly, allowing his slowly growing cock to press firmly against my thigh. A couple guys whistled as they passed behind us, one even grabbed my ass, pushing me into Cobra a little more. I felt a cold spot soak through my tights: a precummer, sweet. We continued to make out for a minute and I had to have him. It was clear for the moment, both of us looked around, grinned devilishly and Cobra grabbed my hand and pulled me deeper into the alley. Barely turning the corner, we continued to make out with abandon. My hand ran down his body suit and to my relief, found the waist of his tights. I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and felt around with my other hand to find the waist at his other hip. He laughed as I pulled on his lip and started to lower his tights. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free from the spandex. It was a nice seven and a half inches, thicker than my own, uncut with loose foreskin. I was a little jealous- I remember as kids my parents explaining they changed their minds about circumcision when I saw my brother's peeper was different than mine. Ever since, I had foreskin envy. Seeing that uncut beauty, I immediately dropped to my knees. One of the plastic knee pads jabbed under my kneecap and made me jump and readjust. It's ironic that these armored tights hurt. "Are you okay, Batman?" "Yea-" I gulped as I slid my mouth as far down that cock as I could go, pulling that supple foreskin with my lips. I felt my Snake's body shudder as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I wrapped my tongue around as much of the shaft as I could and started to swallow all my drool and all his precum that started gushing out. "Oh, God!" he yelped. It sounded like he was holding back tears. He gasped slightly every time I slid down his cock, brushing my tongue and lips across his foreskin. It sounded like he never felt a real blowjob before. I'm glad I was giving it to him. He took a deep breath and came down from his small piece of heaven, placed his hand under my chin to gesture me to look up. When I made eye contact with him with his dick still in my mouth, he started talking, "It's been a couple weeks since I've been able to sink that fang you're sucking on into something tasty, and I'm starving. Can I take a bite?" I nodded. All this character talk would normally be cheesy, but it made me even hotter. I slowly stood up, letting his dick pop out of my mouth in one smooth motion. I reached into my utility belt and found the lube packets and set them on the lid of a trashcan next to us. I reached back into the pouch, trying to feel for the condoms when I felt Cobra's hand unsnapped my belt and pulled my own tights down. I stuttered, "wait a-" when I felt his hands bend me over and his tongue slide in me. Getting rimmed while drunk is amazing, I instantly relaxed and moaned as his spit started to invade me. I put my hands on the wall in front of me, pushing my hole on his tongue. I felt him stand up and felt an equally wet cockhead against my hole, and I instinctively pushed back and wiggled to help get his rod into me. He was a little thicker than I was ready for so I stood still for a second. Cobra knew why I stopped for a second and I felt him squeeze another lube packet onto his partly-inserted dick. I took a deep breath and he took that opportunity to slide the rest of the way in. I grunted and moaned when he hit me balls deep. He impaled me breathless. He was the perfect size to stretch me to capacity without pain. He held there for about twenty seconds. I felt his cock twitch in me, buried to the hilt. He was sharing this heavenly moment with me. His cock pulsed in me again, and my prostate tingled, causing me to involuntarily shudder. He inhaled rather forcefully and whimpered, "Damn..." as pulled his dick out slightly and pressed firmly back in. This brought me back down to Earth and awakened a cock frenzy I never felt before. I slid back and forth, almost letting Cobra's cock slip out of me slamming my full body weight back onto his dick. He grabbed my hips tightly and took control back from me. "Damn, this is the finest meal I've ever sunk my fang into!" He exclaimed as he gave my ass a slap. His breath heaved. "I recently charged up, been waiting almost a month for prey like you to try my potent venom on!" "Oh ye-yeah!" I grunted. "This feels too good, this is perfect!" as I succumbed to being my Cobra's meal. My hole started pulsing around his dick as he sent me into an anal orgasm and I moaned uncontrollably. Five minutes of constant solid pounding, I felt Cobra's body begin to shake, I knew he was close. He leaned over and spoke in my ear, "My fang is in you. It's toxic. It's about to shoot. Can I shoot my poison in you?!" By the tone of desperation in his voice I knew he had only a couple seconds before cumming. I clumsily nodded with my Batman mask teetering on my head, I pulled my ass as apart as I could and surrendered my hole. He tightened his grip on my hips and started full-force slamming into my ass. After the tenth thrust, he pulled my hips into him and held me there, neither of us could breathe. Five seconds later his cock started flexing in me and a torrent of cum was unleashed. His cockhead swelled with each jet which actually hurt. His dick went from the perfect size to swelling into something I could not fully handle. My hole disagreed and tightened and pulsed to match the spurting of his dick in me. We were startled by the sound of clapping. Two guys deeper in the alley watched the show without either of us noticing. They were a shorter muscle-built Latino and a taller black man. The Latino had his dick out and was fully hard. He was probably stroking for a few minutes as we unknowingly put on a show. Cobra laughed which made his dick throb in me. Being stimulated and embarrassed, I could only blush and look down. "Can't let any of that POZ load go to waste!" The Latino proclaimed as he started to walk up. "Nope! Go for it!" Cobra agreed as he pulled out of my hole, volunteering it. The Latino's cock was already underneath Cobra's dick to catch any cum that might leak out. I felt an ooze forming when I felt Latino's dick pressed against my hole. "That monster of yours and my load, this piece of meat has no chance!" I started to panic and pull away when the black man stepped up and pushed me down. I started replaying everything. I thought it was character talk, not him trying to poz me. I couldn't find the condoms in the utility belt then forgot about them. Latino started to push in. His cock was thicker than Cobra's. "Wow, that's one wet mess in there, he must've cum a bucket!" Latino just kept pressing in farther. I stiffened up. "Relax dude, he already filled you up, I'm just going to make sure it stays in there." Latino wasn't even as deep as Cobra was in me as I felt impossibly full- all of that really was cum. Latino chuckled, "Now for the fun part!" He pushed firmly but slowly into my hole. "Lee, for my next trick, I'm going to pop this boy's 2nd ring cherry!" He commented to his black companion. I heard a cell phone bloop as Cobra somehow produced his iPhone. "Damn, I wanted to watch this, but I gotta go!" Cobra tucked his cock back in his tights and straightened his costume. "Make me proud!" He laughed as he hurriedly marched out of the alley. "Yessir!" replied Latino. He pressed deeper into me and the pressure was getting intense. Lee was holding me down and Latino kept driving into me. My ass flexed and twitched on the inside, I felt a gush deep in me... My hole clenched Latino's cock again and I felt another gush. I now knew what he meant by popping my 2nd ring cherry. Latino moaned each time my ass clenched which made him push harder. Then he hit a spot and couldn't go deeper. It hurt. Latino spoke up, "There's that 2nd ring! I felt that other dude's load squeeze in there so it's nice and lubed up, but I gotta push the rest in. It's gonna hurt at first, but once my nine and a half is balls deep, you'll want to marry me." Latino could feel me panicking, my legs were shaking and Lee wasn't letting me up. "It's okay, take a couple deep breaths." I followed his instructions, knowing I had no choice. He felt me relax, "There you go, baby, this isn't bad. This sounds a little complicated, but grip my cock and push out when I tell you. Now breathe... Grip and push!" Latino leaned his whole body into me, my inside muscles started throbbing. I started yelping and Lee had to muffle me. All the pressure gave way and I felt Latino's pubes starting to scratch against me. I groaned involuntarily as my second ring was learning to relax around this thick cock which was now fully impaled in me. I somehow got fully hard and was on the edge of an orgasm. Latino grunted, "You're damn tight! God!" He started thrusting deep in me, "I can't hold back!" Within seconds Latino started to cum. The load shot deeper in me than anything has ever gone in me. His cock flexing in my second hole started to make me cum. His dick hurt but felt incredible. I shot a spurt onto the ground. Lee was able to catch some of it and fed it to Latino. Latino was coming down from his orgasm and snorted in laughter, "Sweet like a virgin!" Latino started to pull out- I shuddered as he extracted from the second ring and let out a gentle moan as each inch tugged out of me. He had two inches left in me and he commanded, "Tighten that hole!" To which I complied. He suddenly jerked the final two inches out to a 'pop' like a wine bottle being opened. I sighed in relief. "Good to the last drop?" Lee teased Latino. "Always!" as Latino slapped my exposed battered hole. "Cool. It's my turn, yo!" Lee unzipped and let out his seven inches. Latino moved to my shoulders and Lee moved behind me and slid all the way in me. I offered no resistance, my hole had no resistance left, Lee was able to pump into my hole at will. Bending over me and whispering in my ear, "I love a worn out hole. I only fuck sluts like you." Lee continued his pace for another minute and unceremoniously ejaculated in me. "Last deposit of the night!" And pulled out. Lee zipped up and patted Latino on the shoulder. "Time for drinks!" They walked down the alley laughing, leaving me with my armor tights at my knees, already forgotten. I pulled up my tights, sat on a crate next to the trash can and took off the Batman mask. I'm amazed it stayed on the whole time, it nearly fell off a couple times. I looked down at the ground. Two wrapped condoms. They must have fallen out as I was looking in my utility belt. My utility belt... Some superhero I was... I couldn't even work that right. I opened one of the pouches on the belt and found my phone. A couple text messages were sent about ten minutes ago- friends wondering where I was, saying the dance floor was amazing tonight. I texted back, "Srry. Feeling Sick. Staying home." I sat there for ten more minutes and recollected myself. I stood up, put my Batman mask back on and walked out of the alley. A taxi was chilling just down from the bar entry. I walked over, hopped in and ordered him home. The cab driver said, "Great costume- done partying already?!" "Yeah. Kinda not feeling well." "Aww. That's too bad. We'll get you home quick and you can get to rest." The rest of the cab ride was silent. I tossed him a twenty, almost double the fare and hopped out without a word. I got in the door, stripped my costume off as I started climbing the stairs, threw it in my room and walked naked to the bathroom, where a cool shower greeted and comforted me. I dried off, put on a pair of boxers and went back downstairs to watch TV in the living room. I woke up about an hour later to the front door unlocking. My brother came in the door and carrying a couple bags. I got up to greet him, "Rick, I'm surprised you're home tonight. I thought you would crash at one of your bud's." Rick put his bags down next to the living room stairs. "Yeah, but I gotta come home sometime, this is where I keep my clean underwear." We laughed. I glanced at him- tank top and basketball shorts. He's usually commando in those so yep, home is where your undies are. "Thought you'd be out with your boys at one of your gay bars. No Slutty Starbucks Barista this year?" Rick asked. "Nah, got dressed, went out, started to feel sick, came back. I started prepartying, didn't sit well." "That sucks." "Did you go out?" I asked Rick. "Yeah. A few of us got in costume, went around some of the Houses. I'm not as wasted as I should be!" Rick peeled off his tank top and threw it on top of one of the bags. "Tomorrow's laundry. Gonna turn in, absolutely drained, you know." He looked at me with a naughty glint. "Oh, really- deets then bed!" "Just some bar skank, met passing in front of a bar, wandered into a back alley, didn't get a name... Costumes and all made it one of the hottest hookups ever. Like I said- drai-ained! K, night!" Proud of his account, Rick promptly ran up the stairs and abruptly closed his bedroom door, shaking the handrail, knocking over one of his laundry bags, spilling its contents. A cobra mask rolled out. ~fin~

My first one every day, my own with my coffe. If not alone, his and mine with my first coffe. Sometimes a toast soak with mine or his also good.

this makes you a first class gentleman.

I’m a believer that you have to follow your heart and desires. If being a raw bottom is who. You are, than that’s who you are. The fact you are on PrEP indicates you are making an effort to avoid catching HIV, so your friends should give you some credit for that. From your post, it sounds like you have made the effort to live the life of a raw bottom. If your friends have any issues, it’s really on them and not you. This whole lifestyle operates outside the realm of social expectations anyway. The fact that you have obviously thought this through, are taking precautions (PrEP) to minimize exposure, and it’s what you feel will bring you the most joy. So live your life as you want and deal with any of your friends if it becomes an issue.

Guys, I’m extremely happy. I was single for 6 and a half years. I enjoyed it especially because of the freedom. However, I missed somebody who can enjoy this freedom with me. A nice, kind, open-minded, kinky guy. Without age difference, with the same status in independence, financial background, culture interest etc. And it was important to be engaged with open relationship. According to 6 years experience this guy didn’t exist in my environment. Fuck, I was wrong. He exists an love me, and I deeply love him. He lives in another country but in the next country and by plane it’s ridiculously cheap and fast. I’m happy and I wanted to share this with one of my most important community.

Speaking as a top, my highest praise is if I ask you for your number after I've blown my load in you. It's one thing to fuck some hole in a bookstore or bath, but if you're hot, I'll want to meet you one on one. Maybe even learn your name. 🙂

Such a fabulous cock - and he can piss when he's hard too which just makes it better :-)

On the Docklands Light Railway. Between Island Gardens and Canary Wharf. With the train guard. It was very quick…

I’m unable to wrap my head around “unwanted cum”. Without exception, I’m so glad you’re fucking me I want you to cum in me. And I always answer the Are you clean/ok/safe question with Yes because if I said no he might not put his bare cock in me. Shoot in me, and be glad the 4 men who shot in me before we me made me wet enough that you can easily get balls deep inside me before you inseminate me. And leave the door open when you leave, thanks

I just took a load 20 minutes ago. I went to a black guy's house and he fucked me raw . He pounded my ass and held me down when he came.

I've been more of a bottom in my 20s, and more of a top in my 30s. Next year I turn 40, I think my total vers era is upon me. Need to use my faggot hole much more between 2025 and 2035. Who wants IN? haha.

I just don't have sex with bottoms who won't let me cum in them...so much less hassle.

Yeah, I’ve done that. For me it happened when me and my str8 buddy were hanging out and throwing back a few beers. (Why does it always involve alcohol). There was str8 porn on the TV and my buddy started rubbing his cock through his jeans. I did the same and soon we’d got our cocks out and we were both masturbating. I took my shot and leaned over and took his cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He kind of protested (weakly) but he was enjoying my mouth on his cock too much. I gave him the best blowjob he’d ever had ( i know his wife won’t suck him off). I sucked him and made him shoot his load inside my mouth. He loved it but it was a bit weird after he’d cum. That was a few years ago and I’m still sucking him off when he’s horny.

I prefer my piss mild to semi strong for drinking. Definitely want to strong for wearing and scenting. Nothing hotter than getting a guys piss scent on out and going ut smelling of piss. don't care what kind of piss goes up my ass

I don't often find time to get out between work and familial commitments so when I cruise I kind of rush myself so I can avoid a Walk of Shame situation. I'm 24 and I do have roommates and I do have family that I live and work with very closely. So one night I was cruising on Grindr while I was driving - and while I know that isn't the safest - it shows you how desperate I was to have sex. I really have a hard time scheduling it into my weeks or sometimes months between carpooling and opening and sometimes closing work with my coworkers and family. So I have some time, and I figure I can actually get away with spending some hours if not a night away. It isn't my first time hooking up with a 45 year old and it isn't my first time sneaking a night away. It was the first time somebody on Grindr hit me up with a message like," have you ever partied with Tina?" And my naive ass didn't know any better when he followed up with, "it's like ecstasy but it's powdered up." I smoke a lot of weed and I don't smoke any cigarettes and I don't drink but I have always been curious about ecstasy. Honestly, it takes probably an hour of me covering my tracks for the night and him to prepare his space but I make it to his house and there's a space prepared in his living room with a futon on the floor. I've never seen ecstasy never heard it called Tina and actually never heard that term before that night but I was used to hotel scenes and bathhouses and bareback sex. I'd probably been considering myself a barebacker for two years so this scene with the futon drove me wild. And he loads his Tina and we smoke it out of his pipe for my first time and I do feel the rush and take a deep breath and start rubbing my chest and we take another one and he shotguns me which I've never done with someone for weed but we do it throughout the night. And he takes my shirt off on the ground in what I find out later is his mother's house and she is on vacation. I love sucking cock so he stands up as I suck him and we talk about my first years barebacking and how I haven't gotten barebacked in a bathhouse but it's a fantasy. He gets my ass up on my knees and plays with my hole from his standing position and has me take another hit from the pipe and shotguns me. He tells me my ass is going to look so good ass up with his raw dick sliding in and my back is basically screaming arched while he says he's bout to get me slutty and fuck me piggy bare. He gives me another hit and shotguns me and tells me to lean over the couch with my knees on this bare mattress and he eats my hole and has me hit poppers and hands me the pipe to hit freely for a second while he talks dirty bareback. I'm taking poppers when he presses in and I'm rolling high and he goes in gently but he makes it in piggy. And once he bottoms out he holds it while he arches my back up and shotguns me again. Then when the pipe was safely set down I hit poppers and he went to town. Berating my ass with insults and his hips. He arches my back near maxed and spreads my hole apart at full pound. We both realized how much I enjoyed a slow spit hitting the spot where he's fucking. We both realize how much I love the term spit fuck me. He goes by SIr. Yes sir. We switch positions throughout the night - on my back and riding. And then my favorite again doggy where he does end up blowing his load full creampie. We settle down and talk and end up repeating the scene, probbly exactly as hot as the first time. I make it to work on time the next day.

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

Hey guys….. I read this story last year already and was always hoping it would be developed in one or the other way. Since the end is now already written, I thought – maybe I could write sort of an interlude, between the third part and the final part. It seems like some action is missing and Noels ordeal has not been finished yet. I truly hope daddybear doesn’t mind. I do this in great appreciation of his work and the way he conducted the story. This is my first try in writing. So please be kind to me. If you are interested I could write the second part of the interlude, but then I fear the story is truly over. And this makes me really sad.  Besides all: Merry Christmas to all of you – from Germany. Interlude: Andy was pushing 3 fingers into the moaning twink. He did a good job inserting my junk, which was dripping out of Noels roughly used cunt. My cum being pink stained, Andy remarked, that I damaged the boy pretty good. I was sitting in a big chair, almost in front of Noel. My legs spread wide and my dick still hard from the relentless fucking I just gave the little one. Watching into Noels face, I saw he was still flying high but sometimes his eyebrows kind of frowned, like the pain was actually sending signals of the rape to his brain. ‘Give him some more lube. Make him horny for more dick, man…..’ I shouted to Andy. Andy didn’t think twice. He scooped a large amount of the spiked lube and roughly entered his victims ass, creaming the inside of his ass with the drug that was given. Noel whimpered. ‘Man…. this hole will be fucked…. it will be fucked once I get my fist in….’ Andy mumbled this more to himself than to Santa ‘Bruno’ Bruno was slowly jacking off. Although he had just ejaculated gallons into the young bitch, he felt like his balls wanted to wipe out yet another orgasm. He liked the idea of Noel being corrupted. In this moment he didn’t think of explanations for the bad shape the boy would be, when his mom would come to pick him up. There was only his lust and this angelic cute bottom, who had his first sexual experience. And this was so intense. Meanwhile Andy opened his jeans and his big gun almost jumped out of his pants. ‘Man – I need to fuck him too. Do you mind if I take my piece of the cake’ Andy asked. ‘Not at all’ I answered. ‘Show him how nice a dick can hurt, once it is all the way in’ Without hesitation he jacked his dick a few times and although it was not necessary, he spit on the boys hole to make him even more wet. In one smooth motion he slid his whole size into the boy who was grunting with pain or pleasure. Either was possible in his drugged state of mind. Like a jackhammer he worked on the tight ass. Pulling out totally and slamming back in. Noel’s eyes were open and they were glued on Bruno and though, they were shadowed, it felt like he was yearning for Bruno to stand up and feed him some cock. In this very moment a key could be heard, unlocking the door again. Andy was so much into fucking, that he didn’t hear, or just didn’t care. But Bruno turned his head: and in walked Bonsu. A big black guy with a huge bulge in his crotch…. which was even more growing, when he saw the surprise that awaited him. To be continued…… (?)

The pungent scent of sweat and spunk permeated the air as sounds of hard fucking filled the small basement room and echoed off the ceiling, the slapping of skin on skin, animalistic grunts of exertion and gurgled whimpers of pained pleasure. I closed my bag looking around, it was rather poignant to see the pair of innocent little white ripped up briefs screwed up on the desk right next to the used point and tourniquet the head of security not five minutes earlier had tied round my little helpers arm. The sound of flesh against flesh brought me back to reality "That's it, boy" growled Bonsu as he relentless ploughed his fat ten inch cock in and out of Noel's chemmed up little fuckhole "you keep squeezing dat white boy cunt on your new Papa's big black cock!", not that the boy could make any noise except gurgle as his face and throat was being filled by another black guy whose name I did not know, I had to stop and admire Noels little white body being ravaged by the massive black men, his sweet athletic body I’d enjoyed so much over the past few days arching and writhing under the two men. I chuckled thinking what his mother would say about her sweet little Christian son being a fuck toy for older men now, especially for black men old enough to be his father or even grandfather, I knew Bonsu well enough to know that Noel would not be able to walk right ever again. I picked up my bag and lit a cigarette “I’m out of here”, Bonsu looked over his shoulder grinning at me as he fucked in and out of the boys gaping cunt “see ya next year Bad Santa Bruno”

The first time I took raw dick was at a Bath House downtown LA. I met this sexy Latin married man about 30 some. He had hard body and nipple that were hard. I had come from the bars and really horny. We were in the glory holes and he gave me some poppers to sniff. I reached back to discover that he was huge not big. He didn't want to get sucked. He had some precum on the tip. I asked him to put a condom on but he said he didn’t have one that fit. I said I could go to the desk and buy one that could fit you. He said hold on just let me put it in a little. so he gave me some poppers again and he put it in a little and it just felt so good. Next thing you know I’m totally wet down there and he’s just pumping me really deep and hard. It was like I lost my mind. Because he fucked me so deep and wet for over an hour. I even came while he was busting his nectar in me as I said for the 3 time don't cum in me. He was dripping at first but when he finally came. It was so much he told me he hadn't cum for 5 days. I always get hard when I remember that cause at that moment, I realize God I love guys fucking me raw, cause it felt so wet and so hard and so deep , and the smell of sex and the sweat and the way he just shot deep in my ass. So much pleasure and pain.

First top is god damn hot! [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/11254/sling-gangbang/

When i am told he wants a repeat tomorrow is hot and i can tell he is into me. The best compliment arguably i have ever recieved from a top was him telling me how clean my hole was. He was amazed i was so clean he could eat and fuck me all night long, and we did that for years before he left my area. But he commented on how clean i was multiple times, saying i have the cleanest as on a guy he had ever seen... that my hole was cleaner then his wifes pussy... and telling me no other guy was as clean as i was. Makes me feel like a superior bottom, especially since some men don't even douche or know HOW to clean their ass, i take pride in being pristine for any top that wants to enjoy my butt 🙂 other top comments include: i have fucked you for hours, how is your hole still THIS TIGHT?!? And a personal favorite since i like a top cumming in me: i never usually cum three times in the same ass, your hole milks my cock perfectly baby. had a top who loved fucking me fill me with multiple loads everytime we met up, but hearing him tell me MY ASS was good enough to load up again and again and again makes me so horny.

I just checked, the last time he showed up in porn blogs was in 2012: [think before following links] https://www.thesword.com/gay-porn-legend-jeff-palmer-in-crisis-this-is-an-sos-its-jesus-and-me-now-against-the-evil-and-his-aids-network-machine.html

I hope you nasty [banned word] are enjoying my kinky mind, but you could be enjoying me if you want kinky sex. X x x

London based Poz Pig Versa BB FF Toys FFun moments.... Tele : @CFFW76

Marinating cum thats been in a hole for a few hours has such a strong scent.....Musky cum. Always turns me on wondering if someone else is smelling it too, and if so, knows exactly what the odor is

I'd be interested to read from a cheated partner if he thinks it's fun

The faint, green glow of the lights on my alarm clock said it was 4:10 a.m., and I was wide awake. I lay there a moment, instinctively reaching down and rubbing my hard dick, and then reaching further to finger the wet spot in my briefs where some of the two loads of cum I had taken last night had leaked out of my hole while I slept. Nothing better than going to bed fully loaded, with an aching hole after a deep, rough breeding. My thoughts of the night before were interrupted by the sounds of raised voices on the street. I rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled the blinds back to see what was going on. In front of the building right across the street I could see a woman in a black short skirt, black top, high heels, and bleached out hair slumped against the wall of the building while shaking her head. I slid the window back and could hear more clearly the man’s voice as he was standing near the street, then walking back towards her, then back to the street, his arms flailing about in anger as he yelled at her for some unknown reason. He was a tall, handsome looking black man in a tan button down shirt, tan dress pants, and after a minute of yelling at her, he walked back to the street, lit a cigarette, and seemed to ignore her. Being curious, and now fully awake, I kept watching this little scene and after a couple of minutes I saw the man step into the street and wave at someone. A car soon pulled into view, the man walked up to the passenger side window, bent down and spoke to whoever was in the car, stood back up and motioned for the woman to come over, but she just kept her head down and seemed to slide down the wall a bit further. The man’s voice now got louder, and more demanding, and as he stepped away from the car towards the woman, the car drove off. So, either it was their ride and they didn’t want to wait or it was something else, and being curious I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, my sneakers, grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. I got out on the corner and the man was still there and at first I did not see the woman, but then while waiting for the light to change, saw she was now sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the building wall, her head hanging down further. The light changed, I crossed the street, and as I did another car slowed down and then stopped. I walked slowly and watched as before as the guy walked up to the car, spoke to the driver, motioned towards the woman, exchanged a few more words, then the car drove off. As the man walked back to the sidewalk I could clearly hear him now, “Fucking bitch. You work when I tell you to work. You hear me? You don’t say no! You ain’t made shit tonight, SHIT!” My suspicions were confirmed, she was a working girl and he was trying to find her a John, so maybe I should walk a different way. Just as I was deciding to go a different direction, the man saw me, and yelled out, “Man, my man, come here, hey my man, got a light?” I stopped, now unsure if I should respond or just keep going like I didn’t hear him, but I decided what the hell, so I started to walk towards him. “Hey my man, what’s going on with you?” he said as he got close. Now that I was on street level I could see he was tall, about 6 foot 2, maybe 210, maybe in his 40’s, but still young looking and handsome for sure. “Sorry, I don’t have a light,” I said as I stopped in front of him. His bloodshot eyes focused on me, he blew a stream of cigarette smoke my way as he said, “ Fuck what? A light? Oh yeah, a light, right man, no worries, no worries. I umm…” The man now paused, looked around, glanced at the woman who’s head was now resting on her chest, shook his head and said, “Well, it is what it is I guess. You ain’t a cop or nothing man are you? No? Cool, cool. I mean, you know man, I got my girl out here, just trying to make us a little something. Our car broke down, so we got to find some way to get home, so you know man, if you up for a little something, she’s good for it. Whatever you want man, just tell me what you working with.” The man dropped his cigarette butt onto the sidewalk, put it out with his shoe, looked around again, pulled his pack out, lit another, and waited for me to reply. I could not help but stare at him, he was sexy as fuck, and I was still totally horned so I figured what the hell and replied, “I understand, and thanks for the offer, but – and no offense – but I’m not really into her. I’m…I’m...” The man tilted his head a little, his blood shot eyes squinting a little as he looked at me, he nodded and rubbed his crotch as he said, “OK man, OK, Come on, let’s get twisted.” We then walked back towards his girl, my heart racing as images of being beat up for coming onto this straight guy raced through my mind, but my dick was pushing against my jeans and my ass was aching, so I kept following him. He bent down and said something to the woman, lifted her chin, and I could see her eyes were closed – she had passed out. He let her chin drop back onto her chest, shook his head, turned and said, “Dumb bitch can’t handle shit! She always over does it. Come on.” Before we had gotten 5-feet, this large blue and white pickup slowed down, honked, and the guy I was with clearly knew them as he walked over. The passenger window rolled down and I saw a younger guy in the passenger seat and the guy I was with leaned in the open window and spoke with the driver, turning once to motion back at me. I felt nervous and unsure what to do and thought maybe I should just go home now, but just then the truck took off, the guy came back, and we walked to the end of the building then turned right into a dead-end t-bone alley that ran between the building, a fast food joint, and a church. I followed him to the left in the alley and he stepped between two of the trash dumpsters behind the fast food joint, put his cigarette between his teeth, unzipped his pants, fished out a long black dick, and nodded. I got on my knees, too late realizing the alley seemed to be covered in a mix of grease, dirt, and who knew what else, but right then I did not care. He leaned back against the wall as I pulled his foreskin back, inhaled his funk and aroma, and just as I was ready to start sucking him he put his hand on my head and said, “Not until I see that green.” Huh? Oh fuck. I stood up, reached into my pocket and pulled out what cash I had in my jeans and counted it out, $63. I held my hand out, he took the cash, his dick bouncing a little as it had gotten harder, and he said, “It’s a little light man, that’s all you got? OK, let’s go, but hang on a minute. I need to hit some shit.” The man reached into his pants pocket, brought out a glass pipe, fished a baggy out, put some rock in the pipe, and leaned against the wall as he heated the end of the glass pipe, and inhaled the thick, white smoke from the rock. His body shook violently for about 5-seconds, he then let out a big sigh, took another long hit, closed his eyes, and I got on my knees as he leaned back against the wall and let me ease the head of his dick into my mouth. His dick skin felt rough, and he had a totally cheesy head, which I slurped right up and loved it. I probably should have been afraid of being caught, but sucking some straight dude in an alley who was smoking a crack pipe with cum still up my ass – fuck this was awesome! As his dick grew larger and I worked down the shaft, I realized that what I thought was just rough skin had turned into bumps and rough patches and what I thought was just sweat funk, smelled like old meet that had been left out on the counter too long. I paused, pulled back, turned his dick a little with my hand trying to see if I was imagining it, and could not really see anything as it was too dark. I looked up, took a chance and said, “I love taking infected, nasty dick.” He just let out an evil little laugh and pushed my head back onto his dick, which seemed to have grown even more, and was now a good 10-inches, broad and thick, and heavy as shit. I assumed he would want to nutt quick and bounce, so I was deep throating him, gagging and choking and sucking fast and furious to pull out his load when he placed his hand back on my head, pushed me back a little and said, “Ease up man. You got a good mouth. Let me enjoy those lips.” I did as he asked and took my time savoring his big black dick, letting him work my throat open so he could go a little deeper with each thrust. After sucking his infected dick for a few minutes more, my knees were getting sore, so I pulled off, stood up and said, “I just need a minute.” He didn’t say anything, just stayed as he was and took another long hit on his pipe again and when he did, the glow from his lighter showed he had a little smirk on his face. I was about ready to get back on my knees when he said, “You like that dick? You like how it tastes? How it bangs your throat?” “Yeah,” I said, “I like that it’s big, nasty, am sure it has made my throat bleed a little in the back, and bet it would feel great ripping my ass up, leaving its mark inside coating my guts.” “And my cock is dripping and ready to rip that ass right now,” a deep voice said from behind me. What the fuck? I about pissed myself as I literally jumped and turned around to find another black guy standing in the alley, watching us. He was bigger than the first guy, about 6 foot 5, linebacker build like a football player, heavy and thick, with a full close-cut beard that was a little longer on his chin. Our guest stepped into the space between the two dumpsters, seeming to fill my only way to freedom as he then put his huge hand on my chest and pushed me backwards until my back hit the brick wall and said, “Where you going little rabbit?” He continued to hold me against the wall as I stammered, “I..uhhh…..was just…you know…I….” The big man holding me laughed as he reached up and lightly slapped my face with his other hand, “Damn Marvin, you’re white whores are never very bright are they? That’s all right, cause their mouths should be full and busy and not able to talk anyways, ain’t that right?” He let go of my chest, reached into his pants, and pulled out a pipe similar to Marvin’s, but bigger. “You ever smoke rock? No? You know what rock is? It’s crack. Me and my boy been smoking all night and my cock’s been hard as shit so I decided we should find Marvin and get us some nice white whore to slob this knob and help me settle my monster down. But since his main girl is knocked out, looks like any whore will do, and Marvin here says you’re looking to get your pussy fucked. Well, my old monster right here can do the job and I don’t care if it’s girl pussy or boi pussy, my monster just needs a hot one to cum in.” I just stood there in a bit of shock as Marvin hit his pipe, watched him close his eyes as the high washed over him, and our guest said, “Open your mouth, now when Marvin here is ready, he’s going to pass his smoke to you and when he does you breath it in deep and hold it, got that?” I nodded and the seconds seemed like minutes and then as Marvin leaned forward, our guest took his mammoth hands and grabbed my head while I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and waited. I felt Marvin’s mouth cover mine and then a weird tickling, warm sensation as he exhaled his smoke into me. “Breathe it in now, deep and hold it like I said,” the guy repeated. The smoke did not seem that bad, but there was a lot of it and after Marvin moved his mouth away I did cough and choke a little, making them both laugh. Marvin was the first to speak as I wiped the tears out of my eyes, “Jay, come on man, I told you he was a newbie. You know I only provide you whore’s I know can take what you are going to dish out – fuck your monster scares them – but this one, I just don’t know.” “I like em fresh sometimes too,” Jay replied, “Especially when they got cock-hungry pink holes that need to be ripped and ridden and a few hits of our rock and this whore will be bucking broncos like a pro. Now here, watch how I hit my pipe, then I will hold it so you can hit it too, and you will keep taking both our smoke as well. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” I nodded, opened my mouth like a baby bird for Jay to feed me his smoke, and this time seemed to feel a little rush either from the smoke, or just being scared. After Jay pulled away and I exhaled, I said, “Won’t we get caught back here? What if someone walks down here?” Jay laughed, shook his head and said, “Naw, not gonna happen. I parked my truck up front and my boy is watching, he won’t let anyone down this way, besides, this time of night the only folks out are whores and those looking for em,” which made Marvin lose half his smoke as he started laughing and shaking his head vigorously in agrgeement. Jay then handed me the pipe, guided me through my hit as he lit the bowl, telling me how to roll the stem, breath it in deep, hold it, then he said, “Now get on your knees, smoke out Marvin’s dick, get that shit hard.” Marvin let out a big, “HHMMMMM,” almost a purr, as I blew the smoke out around his dick. FUCK – THAT SMOKE BURNED MY LUNGS as I felt the high hit me like a fist, so fucking intense and amazing. When I finished I stood back up, hit Jay’s pipe again and this time he had his dick out, so I knelt and gave him the same treatment and as I did so I noticed his dick was slimy and coated and crusted in a smelly and sticky goo. His dick was longer, about 12-inches, and thick as my wrist, and I knew there was no way in hell I could take that, but since I figured I was going to suck them off soon I focused on the next hit. I suddenly could not get enough and asked for more, loving how the crack was making me feel and I felt so fucking horny I could barely stand it. This time as I finished smoking Marvin’s dick, Jay reached down and yanked my t-shirt up and over my head then said, “Get those pants off, let’s see what you working with.” I hesitated, but the look on Jay’s face in the dim glow of his lighter as he took a hit, showed me the man was serious, so I took my jeans off, hung them on the back corer of the dumpster, and put my sneakers back on. I then bent over and started slobbing on the head of Jay’s monster dick, while I turned and offered Marvin my hole. This time his, “HHMMMMM,” was deeper and louder and he drove two fingers up into my ass. I jumped forward a little stuffing my throat with Jay’s dick, but Marvin pulled me back with his left hand, while his right hand continued to explore my ass. His nails were sharp and out of reflex I tried to pull away again, but he held me tight as he said “HHMMMMM.” With no way to run, all I could do was take it like the cum whore I wanted to be as he clawed at my ass, mixing last night’s cum in with my ass juices and some fresh blood where his nails had tore up my guts. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out, and felt the blunt head of his dick at my hole. “You ready to be my whore?” Marvin asked, “Ready to take this dick? Ready to be a good whore?” I started to beg and plead for his dick when he said, “Shhh, don’t talk, I don’t want to hear you talk, now shut up.” So now when he started again, “You ready to be my whore?” Ready to take this dick?” all I did was say, “Hmmmm.” Even with my hole pretty wet, it still hurt like hell when he pushed through my ass ring and he gave me no time to get used to it. He grabbed my hips harder, pushed his dick in one long thrust balls deep, pulled all the way back out, and thrust back in. I should say “balls and zipper deep” as he still had his pants on, but had pulled his balls out too, so when he thrust all the way in his balls were smashed up under my hole, and his pant’s zipper rubbed against my upper ass cheeks. Marvin said, “Yeah you’re a whore, damn, got that deep deep hole, just like a whore should, just like a whore who needs this big nasty dick, needs that big nasty nutt, needs that deep deep infecting that pussy, making a NASTY hole, NASTY, NASTY.” Jay said, “Alright, let me open that throat up.” Leaving his dick inside me, Marvin turned me a little so I came face-to-face to with Jay’s monster dick. The sharp pain from Marvin’s first thrusts into my ass were a distant memory as my hole felt hot, the crack making my whole body want him as deep as he could go, so I angled my hips up and out to give him as much access to my ass as I could. I couldn’t hold back any more and begged, “Please infect me, please make my hole nasty, please breed me, please make me your whore.” Jay grabbed the sides of my head and said, “He said shut up, now open that throat so I can see if that mouth can be trained to take this monster right! That’s it, now use that tongue to lick my head, work it in my piss slit, there you go, scoop out my gonno juice, like how that tastes? That’s right, clean my crusty dick with those lips, now open that throat wide so I can bust that neck!” While Jay started slamming my mouth with his infected monster, Marvin took his right hand and made me arch my back while he braced himself against the dumpster with his left hand as he now angled his dick into my ass. He was stretching me deep and wide, his balls slapped my ass hard, and his zipper scraped the skin off my upper cheeks. I felt like I was going to pass out as the high from the crack had me flying and Jay’s dick was blocking all air in my throat. Jay had angled my neck with his hands just enough so that his dick slid past my gag reflex and my neck and throat muscles strained, convulsed, spasmed as Jay held his dick in my throat. Hearing me gag and choke sent Marvin over the edge, “Come on whore, show me you want it, show me you want it, show me you….OH SHIT…OH…SHIT….FUCKIN WHORE!” On his last thrust he slammed it as hard and deep as he could and held it there, his whole body shaking as he unloaded into my ass, giving me his infected cum. He then yanked his dick out in one quick pull, making my guts cramp right up and I grunted and groaned as that pain was worse than him entering me. At the same time Jay yanked his dick out of my mouth and while I gasped for air, he pushed me down on onto my knees and Marvin stuck his dick in my mouth so I could suck him clean. Still sounding like a fish on the deck of a boat, I was gasping as Marvin pushed me away, took two steps back, a big breath, and teased me with his glistening dick. I was shaking now, and a bit disoriented as I reached back and touched my tender ass and my fingers came away covered in cum, tinged with pink and red. Jay smiled as he filled his pipe, took several hits, then handed it to me, “Hit it hard, that’s right, don’t that shit feel good? Get’s that pussy hungry don’t it? Got my monster hungry too, look at that – BRICK! Here hit it some more, good, now for the main event, hand me your t-shirt. I was a little confused, but I grabbed my t-shirt off the corner of the dumpster and handed it to Jay. He spun me around, and to my shock pulled the t-shirt around my face, forcing a chunk of it in my mouth like a gag as he tied it tight at the back of my head. Jay then used both hands to turn me to the side so I was wedged into the corner between the trash dumpster and the brick wall of the fast food joint. I placed one hand on the wall, the other on a metal bar on the end of the dumpster, and pushed my ass back to meet his beefy fingers, which he shoved in my hole hard and deep. “Damn, looks like Marvin got that hole nice and wet for my monster, now little rabbit, time to get whore fucked? You ready?” Nothing could have prepared me for Jay’s 12-inch monster. While his head felt a little smaller than Marvin’s, once it was in my hole it seemed to expand and grow like a K9 knot, or the plow on the front of a snow truck. I tried to pull away, the high from the crack seeming to have vanished as Jay tried to force his dick up my ass. I squirmed, wiggled, lifted one leg to try to dislodge him, but all that did was open my hole a little more and Jay pushed on. “Fuck that pussy is tight!” Jay said, “You know how they always say this is going to hurt me more than it is you, well they fucking lied – you got about half my monster inside that hole, so push that pussy out cause here comes the rest.” My screams were lost in the t-shirt stuffed in my mouth, and I understood why now he had tied the t-shirt around my head. I reached up to try to pull the t-shirt off, but Jay’s huge right hand snatched mine, squeezed hard and twisted and yanked my arm behind my back. It felt like he dislocated my shoulder and broke my hand at the same time. Jay was now using my right arm as leverage as he raped my ass and my head was banging against the trash dumpster and the brick wall as he fucked me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Jay’s voice grew loud and intense, echoing off the trash dumpsters as he let go of my arm, “Pull yourself up on the corner of the dumpster like you doing a chin-up, come on, that’s it – FUCKING CHRIST – that opens that hole, don’t worry, I got you, you won’t fall, let me up in there, – FUCKING CHRIST – let me up in there. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING WHORE. Open that pussy for me, come on now bounce on it! Ride that monster cock! Ride that cock! Bounce on it you white trash piece of shit, just like that – YES – just like that – fucking worthless whore, gonna make my monster spit. That what you want, make my monster spit? Spit up inside you? Breed that hungry pussy? You fucking white trash whore, want this big gonno infected dick? You like the green cream? You like taking that drippy dick? Fuck yeah, bounce on that dick – bounce on that dick – fucking…..oh fuck….GONNA GIVE YOU CUM WHORE, GONNA SHOOT IT, GONNA SHOOT….FUCK…SHIT……” As Jay slammed all 12-inches in he drove my whole body into the corner of the dumpster and I didn’t have time to react as my face smashed into the edge and I felt hot blood gush from my nose. I immediately let go of my handhold, but Jay had me impaled on his monster black dick, and was still bouncing me up and down like some ride at the carnival. I managed to brace myself with my left hand and with my right, tried to put pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding. Jay finally eased me to the ground and said, “Take your time, I’m fucking up in there, ease off it, go slow, that’s it, I know, I know, I got deep, but fucking-eh!” Still trying to staunch the bleeding in my nose, I slid off Jay’s dick and felt a hot rush of fuck juice run down my thighs and my gaping hole pulse as he finally pulled all the way out. I turned around, Jay flicked on his lighter, “HOLY FUCK, what happened? Here, here, let me do this,” as he untied the t-shirt, “Just lean your head back a little, don’t worry, give it a second.” I looked to the left and Marvin was just standing there, pipe in one hand, smoke trail around his face, his eyes half closed, his left hand stroking his hard dick. I pulled the t-shirt away from my face as Jay offered me his pipe, “Here, hit this, fuck whore! That shit was freaky as shit! Damn – you got some ass for sure. Big phat ass for a white boy, just right for fucking.” While I hit the pipe, Jay walked over, said a few words to Marvin, who stuffed his still hard dick back into his pants and walked away. I then took my t-shirt and rubbed my ass and thighs, and it came away dark and wet. Jay laughed, “Don’t worry, that ain’t nothing. Just the mark of a good whore fuck! Get your pants on and let’s go.” I quickly found my pants, slid my sneakers off, got my pants on, put my sneakers back on and was getting ready to pull my wet, blood stained t-shirt over my head when Jay stopped me, “Fuck no, want folks to think you been shot or shit? Just come on.” I followed Jay’s hulking shadow out of our dumpster hideout and down the alley. As we turned the corner I saw his trucked parked at the end and a tall guy leaning against the hood, the glow from a lighter showing he was smoking too. When we got close Jay said, “Hey boy, look what I found,” and motioned towards me. It was a lot brighter now with the lights from the street lamps casting a hazy glow our way and I imagined I looked quite the mess. The guy set his still smoking pipe down on the hood of the truck and walked closer to me, he reached out and turned my head from side to side, “Shit Jay, what’d you do?” Jay laughed and said, “Our tea party got a little out of hand, what the fuck you think I did?” The younger guy was about as tall as Jay but not quite as thick and he let go of my face and roughy turned me around and shoved his hand down the back of pants, brought it out, and said, “Fuck yeah! You got your nutt and bred him good. Was he a good pussy Jay? Damn I need to get up there.” Before I could protest I was shuffled forward and grunted as my body was pushed against the truck and a nice dick that felt about 10-inches slid right up my shredded hole. “HOLY SHIT THIS IS SLOPPY WET!” he exclaimed. We were only about 15 feet from the street and while still early the occasional car was driving by so I was anxiously eyeing the street and could not enjoy the raw dick up my ass. Jay laughed, “God damn, trust, I know that shit is good, now crawl the fuck off.” The young buck in my hole grunted, swore under his breath, but did as Jay asked. I pulled my pants back up, looked at Jay who had opened the driver’s side door to his truck and as he tilted his head the confusion about what he wanted was clear on my face even in the dim light of the street lamps. “Get the fuck in!” Jay ordered, “Sit in the middle, you’re coming home with us. I’m not done with you whore. I paid Marvin for a full night so you ain’t even begun to pay up yet, so come on now, I ain’t got time to waste. My monster is awake and is he hungry!” As the truck backed out of the alley, I craned my neck to see my building while Jay and his friend pressed me between their bodies. I was not sure where we were going and what was going to happen, but as Jay’s friend handed me a pipe my ass twitched and I knew as long as I was being whore fucked again, I didn’t care.

For 13.5 years my ex basically controlled my entire sex life. He would organise guys to come and fuck me, he would take me to the backroom and supervise me being gangbanged - he even organised the tops for my conversion party. He loved watching me taking loads and he loved fucking me after I was full of loads. Funny part was, I love it too.

Just discovered Dale Savage, fuck me, what a silver fox!!! I maybe top for anal but I'd gladly flip to get his load, and feel those nice furry thighs bang against me!!

Game Quest: Part 23 Poz lube for the bang I handed Mark a leash which he promptly attached to the boy’s collar, and helped him rise off the fuck bench. “Come on pig,” He said. “It’s time for another dose of toxic sperm up your pig cunt.” I removed an old sheet I placed over an old leather couch that I had found curbside a few years ago. Seeing the cracked black leather on the couch brought back the memories of when my playroom was in full swing. Many a friend and man have hung out on this couch, some waiting their turn to plunge their cocks into whatever I had strapped down on the bench. But sadly, some of them were no longer with us. Mark led the stumbling boy by the leash over to couch, and pushed him to his knees before it. “Listen pig,” Mark said, “I’m going to give you another chance at sucking my cock, and this time you’re going to worship it. Understood pig?” The boy looked at me for his answer and I just subtly nodded me head affirmatively. Mark took his place on the couch and spread his legs wide apart with the boy on his hands and knees between his legs. Mark grabbed the back of the boy’s head and forced it down on to his stiff cock. “Open your throat pig, I want you down to my balls!” Mark shouted forcing the boy to gag. “You know,” Mark said looking over the boy’s back, “I don’t know what we can do about the smell of this pig, but I read that one of the best treatments for acne was piss. Urine therapy, the vanillas call it I think.” “Oh ya,” I said laughing, “So it’s a therapy now? He’s going to be real healthy here.” I added sarcastically while swinging the leather straps of the piss gag around my finger. “My playroom is going to be a regular day spa for him.” Mark held the boy down on his cock until he started to choke and heave. Mark’s p.a. must have hit the back of the boy’s throat because he started retching and spewing up stomach juices into Mark’s crotch. “Lick it up pig!” Mark shouted grabbing the boy by the hair and slapping him hard across the face. I watched this scene intently. Mark held the boy by the hair and directed him to his balls, pubes and ass until the boy had cleaned all the sputum from Mark’s crotch, except his throbbing cock. It was a beautiful sight to see the fresh white nubile skin of the naked boy against the rough dark chap-clad hairy body of my bud. “That’s enough pig,” Mark said yanking the boys head back by the hair. “We’ll leave the rest of your slim on my cock for lube.” The boy opened his mouth to say something, probably ‘yes sir’, and before he could, Mark spit a huge gob into Greg’s mouth and slapped him hard again across the face. Mark guided the boy to his feet, spun him around then by the hips lowered him down by the hips onto his angry cock glistening with precum and throat juice. Mark held the boy by the hips in a near sitting position and teased the boy’s sore hole with his p.a., sliding the boy’s hole over his stiff cock until he lined the head up and with one motion pulled the boy’s hips straight down, impaling him straight up to the balls. The boy winced, then stiffened up with pain. Mark held him firmly by the hips and told him, “We’ll make a good cock whore out of you yet boy. Move your hips back and forth like this.” Mark said while guiding him through the motion. “and clench your slutty hole as tight as you can around me shaft.” The boy in obvious pain obliged. Mark moved the boy back and forth, side to side and in circles around his cock. The boy writhed like a worm on a hook. “Clench pig,” he shouted. “squeeze that cunt! Work for it pig! Show your daddy you want dirty poz loads shot into your cunt.” The boy was covered with sweat and mouth twisted in pain as he struggled to comply, Mark was forcing his hips up and pulling the boy’s hips down. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum! Squeeze bitch! You know you want my toxic juice your filthy slut hole!” Mark bellowed at the top of his lungs. Nothing shocking, nothing new. I remember the days when we had plenty a slut on our laps on that very sofa. It was pretty hot to see Mark back in his primal pig mode. I continued on in cleaning the playroom, when suddenly I heard something that almost made me drop the dildo I was wiping off. “Please fuck me Sir, cum inside me Sir.” Greg said strained and ever so softly. With that Mark pulled and held the boy’s hips so the boy was impaled as deeply as possible on his cock. He stiffened and started his primal grunting, and unleased his hot load deep inside my boy’s cunt.

Game Quest: Part 22 “You’re still a lousy shot,” quipped Mark running his hand over Greg’s plump red hot ass. “Plenty of time to work at it…” I shot back. I turned my attention to the boy. He wasn’t crying any more. I lifted his head to look into his face. He stared blankly, unable to focus on anything. His breathing was labored and I slapped his face hard to see if he’d respond. It took a few slaps and Mark tugging at the strap on his butt plug to bring him back to reality. “Come on,” said Mark. “Let’s get this plug out of his cunt and get some more cock in him. I’m my balls are ready to explode.” “Hold on,” I said to Mark. “Boy, are you with me?” He still stared off across the room. I knelt down to bring my face closer to the boy. Then I lifted his head and started to kiss him. Slowly the boy started to respond, and his breathing increased. No doubt his ass was searing with pain from the strapping. I pulled away and said. “See boy, that’s what happens when you’re a bad boy. The strapping you just got was part of the learning process and I’m sure there will be many other times when you will get the same. But I want you to understand, it’s for your own good, and sorry ‘sorry’ means nothing to me until you’re fully punished. Just nod your head if you understand.” Weakly, he lifted his head a bit. “Was that a nod boy?” I asked Again, he lifted his head as best he could. “Good boy,” I praised. “I want you to remember boy, that whenever you want to say sorry, it means nothing. So the next time you feel you need to apologize, remember, beg to be punished instead. Is that clear?” Again, he nodded, still with the glazed look in his eyes. Looking back at Mark, I saw his cock was throbbing hard again. I reached over and grabbed a bottle of poppers and held it under his nose. “Here boy,” I said lovingly. “Breath in deep, this will help with things.” He started to take a deep breath. “No, no, through your nose. Sniff deeply boy.” He started to revive a little more, but still in a daze from the belting. “Good pig,” I said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.” “Thank you Sir.” “Now Mark is anxious to pump some more cum into your little pussy there boy. How about we get you off the bench for a little while, and try fucking you another position. Would you like that boy?” “Yes Sir.” “But any shit from you and you’re going back on the bench. Understood?” I asserted. “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy,” I said as I removed the locking pins from his wrist shackles. “Give me a hand Mark, you take care of the straps, but leave the plug alone. I’ll get that.” Mark replied “OK”, and busied himself with the straps. I moved around to the back of the boy and undid the strap for the plug. “Ok, boy. This is gonna hurt. Don’t push, just relax your cunt muscles and let me do the rest. Understand boy?” “I think so Sir.” He replied I started tug lightly at the ball plug buried in his ass for about two hours now, but his hole was still too tight and was not going to give it up easily. “Mark,” I said, “give him another hit of poppers, his cunt’s not letting go of this easily.” Mark held the poppers under his nose, and told Greg to sniff deep. I grabbed ahold of the strap that was still attached to the base of the plug, and started to pull slowly, but with more force listening to the boy wince in pain. His ass lips started to distend out as the ball of the plug started to surface, when finally, it crested and his hole expelled it with a ‘slop’. Ass slime and cum followed the plug and slopped to the floor leaving the smallest gape in his recently deflowered hole. “Nice,” I said. “Looks like his cunt is going to open up like a real pig’s. Come get a look.” Mark made his way around to see. “Oh ya,” he said. “Look at it that juicy hole wink and drip, a very cock hungry cunt indeed.” At that Mark started to stick his fingers in the boy’s cunt and slide them around. The boy started drawing short breaths from the stinging pain of his tender hole. “And sensitive too,” I added. “Now go ahead, and drop your tox load in him, before the others get here. I’m going to wait until later tonight when he’s good and full.” I grinned rubbing my cock.