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Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

Choose Your Poison – Courtesy of The Ripper: Part 1 - It hurt to piss. Burned like a little branding iron being shoved up inside my dick slit. My ass felt like glass shards were coming out when I had to go and my entire abdomen felt swollen, tender, and full. He said it would. He said I would come home pregnant with their gifts. He said, “You better be careful what you wish for.” Happy Holidays full of dirty gifts. The holiday season had arrived, but I wasn’t feeling very joyful. Usually finding a good, raw top perked me right up yet lately, that was not doing it for me either. When raw sex was being ‘implied’/shown on mainstream TV and Netflix shows and almost every other ad on the cruise sites was a top who had ‘Negative on Prep’ in their profile, being a bug chasing cum pig just was not the taboo rush that is used to be. Fuck I needed some charged up dick. In boredom, or more honestly pure desperation, I started to scan personal ads in other cities. While part of me said that desperate, the bug pig in me said I needed a vacation anyways so I might as well go someplace new and try my luck. Hundreds of ads later in a couple different cities and nothing had yet appealed me, that is until I saw the headline, “Seeking a Gangbang Creampie Princess For Anonymous, Public, Raw Breeding.” Holy fuck – that sounded hot as shit! I read the ad several times and started fondling myself as my dick got hard just thinking about the set up. In brief the guy was looking for: “…a submissive pussy who will take ANY dick in any hole – NO QUESTIONS ASKED OR ANSWERED…” “ …RAW is mandatory….” “…ANONYMOUS breedings and PUBLIC action (bookstores, car, parking garage, alley, parks) REQUIRED…..” “…must be a FREAK and NASTY…” “…TABOO, PERVERTED, EXTREME, …” Oh fuck my ass was wet just reading it. Best of all was the dude’s stats: “…looks don’t matter – yours or mine – all that counts is what will leave you sore – my 10+ inch dick and don’t bother contacting me unless you KNOW you can take it all ….” OK, clearly this guy lived and played on the wild side, and if he was real – which was a big IF given all the fakes and players online – he was dipping and slinging in some nasty shit. Even better, it was raw and no mention of status and Prep, which often means someone is POZ, does not know, or does not care one way or the other. My kind of man! The one hitch? His ad was in a straight section, but he did not say only females specifically and noted he was looking for “couples and singles”, so what the hell. I quickly typed my email to him before I lost my nerve – or hard on – starting with, “I mean no offense, but…” and then in brief told him I was planning some vacation time to his city and based on his ad, seemed like he knew the places to find the nastiest dick and could he help? In truth, I didn’t really expect to hear back. That night when I got home from work I anxiously scanned my email. Nothing. Same the next. On the third night however there was a response: “hey faggot gurl – I only deal with the serious who will submit to a cash MASTER. Send $100 by 6:00 p.m. tonight via MoneyGram. Details below and once sent, text the confirmation number. - The Ripper” Damn! Or maybe YEAH?! Well, no risk no reward and I was willing to gamble so I sent the $100 as ordered and anxiously checked my email for the next two hours hoping I would hear back. I knew he had my money as MoneyGram confirmed it was picked up at 6:10 pm, so I waited, and waited. Finally my In Box chimed – new mail! “Good faggot. At least you know how to obey. For me to consider if you are worth my time, send me an email telling me exactly what you want from MASTER. You said you want nasty dick. Well I fucking got that but I ain’t called The Ripper for nothing. That boy pussy will get shredded. Pay-to-play, but trust, you’ll be satisfied. If you want more, I want to hear that too. Tell me everything. Tell me every freaky shit, fucked up, whore faggot thing you want to do and send me confirmation that you have bought plane tickets here and booked a hotel. I ain’t wasting my time if it ain’t real time. - The Ripper” Oh my God! I jacked off right then in my chair at the dining room table as I reread his email. I then wiped up my mess, quickly got online, booked a flight and hotel, and responded back. My ass was thinking for the rest of me for sure, but the potential of what he was offering was too fucking good to ignore. Not 10 minutes after sending the confirmations of my travel, I had a response: “What the fuck? I said to tell me the freaky and fucked up shit you want to do. I thought you wanted nasty? You send me some tripe that’s all vanilla sweater-queen fag shit. Be real. I want it honest. Last chance or that gurl pussy can keep on scoping and hunting and being a desperate mutt hole. Because you must be stupid, use the checklist below too. - The Ripper” Fuck. I guess he had a point. I’m so used to filtering my dirty-inner-self so I went balls to the wall and let it all out. First I used his checklist, which was like some Dr. Frankenstein shit asking stuff like: 1. “What STDs have you had? Have now? Want?” 2. “How many POZ dicks you taken? How many AIDs dicks (and if you don’t know the difference, don’t bothering responding)?” 3. “How many raw dicks have you taken in the past two weeks?” 4. “How many strangers have fucked where you never saw their face?” 5. “What’s he wildest place you ever got fucked?” 6. “Do you have ANY limits?” OK, this dude took his shit serious and while sort of creepy, again I was so fucking turned on I had to jack off. One perverted checklist and taboo laden email later, it was time to crash. My mind was not focused on work the next day as I kept thinking about The Ripper, and wild fantasy fucks. Shit like this does not happen in real life so I might as well not get my hopes up. Yet, when I got home his email was waiting: “Good faggot. I don’t lime limits so you may just be fucked up and freaky-ass-nasty enough for a taste. You ready for some monster AIDs dick? I got you. You ready to get seeded deep by some total strangers with buggy dicks? I got you? You ready to bend over and let some other dudes watch as infected cum creampies that hole? I got you. You want to be treated like the fag-gurl-pussy-cunt-dick-craving-fuck-hole-mutt that you are? You will be. Send me your cell number again and hit the ATM and let me know how much you willing to spend when you arrive. Like I said, this is pay-to-play and if you got the cash The Ripper can make ANY-TABOO-FUCKING-NASTY-THING happen. - The Ripper” Oh hell! I was fucking flipping out thinking about that shit. Some of the things I had written down, well not stuff I would normally share I guess, but fucking Christ – this dude sounds like he can provide so what the hell. The next 10 days I spent in wild anticipation of what may come. I sent several more emails asking questions because I was nervous as fuck and wanted some reassurance I was not wasting my time and money and received no response. But, the day before I left I got a FedEx package with a DVD and a note that said, “Hey faggot gurl – here’s a taste of what I got in store for you.” I was shaking as I put the DVD in and hit PLAY. Immediately the screen was filled with white ass taking a monster black dick. The white guy was hunched over and it was hard to see more, but the black guy was really vocal, “Gonna breed that pussy with my babies, tell me you want that raw dick, tell me you want that raw nutt, come on now, let me hear you FUCKING BEG FOR THAT DICK!” Jesus I was in pig heaven. I jacked my dick hard watching the scenes play out. Clearly this was not all The Ripper as there were black guys, white guys, Hispanic, and other, but every fuck was raw, wild, nasty, and extreme for sure. In my horniness I almost missed it, but the last 30 seconds of the DVD was an audio message in a deep, masculine voice, that played against a screen of shadows with faint grunts in the background: “When you land, go to the front end of the TAXI LINE in the pickup zone, pull out your cell, call the number on the screen, and wait. You will be picked up. Then go the address below and ask for Giovanni. DO NOT go to your hotel first. Have $200 in $20 bills in your back left pocket. Make sure that gurl pussy is shaved – clean and soft – because it WILL get owned and abused. No facial hair either. You ready to get owned, used, and abused by The Ripper? You ready for some dirty dick and bug chasing you mutt pussy? You ready for what I got in store?” In the silence that followed only one word kept coming to mind – YES!!

How about a pic of my hard dick about to slide into a hole...one of 3 times visiting his room that night, felt so good 😈🥵

About Mitch Mitch is the kind of guy you remember, the guy that leaves you curious, wanting to know more—whether it's for his chiseled physique or the air of mystery that follows him. At 30 years old, he's a ruggedly handsome guy with thick, slightly tousled brown hair that looks like he never tries too hard but always lands just right. His deep brown eyes hold a mixture of intensity and playfulness, like he's lived through some rough times but hasn't let them steal his spark. Since his recent time in prison, Mitch's body is a testament to his dedication—he's built like a Greek statue, with broad shoulders, bulging biceps, and a chest that fills out every shirt he puts on. His core is carved, and let’s not forget his perfectly sculpted ass that always seems to draw attention when he walks away. His deep, resonant voice carries a smooth Southern twang that can make even the simplest "hello" sound like poetry. His crooked smile is both disarming and dangerous—a little mischievous, a little charming, and always captivating. Mitch is the type of guy who’s full of contradictions: tough yet magnetic, rough around the edges but impossible to resist. About Daniel Daniel is the kind of person who turns heads the moment he walks into a room, maybe because of his looks but more often because of the confidence that radiated off him. His light brown hair catches the light just right, but it's his big, striking blue eyes that truly captivate. They’re the kind of eyes that seem to hold the ocean within them, shimmering with depth and charm. People often can’t help but compliment them, whether it’s a passing stranger or someone he’s just met. Those compliments come so frequently that he’s grown used to them, responding with a modest smile or a witty remark that leaves people smiling back. Beyond his looks, Daniel's personality is magnetic and is largely responsible for his great success in life. He has a natural charisma that draws people to him, making them feel at ease in his presence. His sense of humor is sharp, often catching others off guard with a clever quip or a perfectly timed joke. Whether it's a small gathering or a crowded party, Daniel is always at the center of attention, the well-known life of the party, weaving stories and making people laugh with his quick wit. His laughter is contagious, and his energy lights up the room. He is the kind of guy you meet and think “yeah, bet that guy was prom king of his high school, Mr. popular for sure”. What sets Daniel apart is the balance between his charm and intelligence. He can effortlessly shift from cracking jokes to engaging in deep, meaningful conversations. He’s well-read and insightful, often surprising people with his knowledge. Yet, he never comes across as arrogant—his charm lies in how approachable he is. People are naturally drawn to him, not just because of his looks but because he has a way of making everyone around him feel valued and entertained. Daniel and Mitch, Part 1 Mitch leaned against the chain-link fence just outside the gates of the state prison, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The afternoon sun cast long shadows, and the air smelled of asphalt and freedom. He squinted at the approaching black truck kicking up dust along the gravel road, his lips curling into that crooked smile that hadn’t faded during his years behind bars. Behind the wheel of the truck was his former college roommate Daniel, the only person to have stuck by Mitch during his entire five year stint behind bars. Mitch and Daniel were an unlikely pair, Daniel from an upper-class well-connected family of media tycoons and Mitch – the son of a deadbeat used car salesman father and a mother who skipped town when Mitch was just a kid leaving him to grow up in abject poverty – Mitch was white trash raised by white trash and he knew it. Even though the two men came from different worlds Daniel never – not once – made Mitch feel like he were any lesser than; in fact, the only physical fight Daniel had ever been in was with one of his fraternity brothers who the two roommates had overheard saying some truly shitty things about Mitch, jokes made in the cruel deep cutting way that only an over privileged white frat boy could pull off. When Daniel saw how his fraternity brother’s words crushed his friend, he almost put that frat brother in the hospital. If it weren’t for Mitch pulling Daniel off the boy, he may have killed him. Mitch had never known loyalty like Daniel had shown him. As the truck approached Mitch thought out aloud to himself, “Fuck, he wasn’t bullshitting.” He actually came”. Daniel pulled up, parking the truck with a jolt. He stepped out, the sight of him almost surreal after all this time. Clean-cut as ever, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, Daniel looked just as Mitch remembered—only a little older, a little sharper, healthy and clearly a guy with a well-used gym membership. Mitch couldn’t help but grin as he took him in, memories of their college days flooding back. “Damn, Mitch,” Daniel said, walking over with a lopsided smile. “Prison’s been good to you. You’re a brick wall now”, he said as he playfully punched Mitch in the shoulder. Mitch chuckled; his deep voice tinged with that Southern drawl Daniel loved to hear. “Yeah, well, not much else to do but lift weights and wait, huh?” Daniel stepped closer and pulled him into a hug, and for a moment, Mitch froze. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kept in touch—Daniel had been the only one who bothered writing letters, sending books, and even visiting when he could—but feeling him this close again stirred something deep inside Mitch, something he hadn’t let himself dwell on behind bars. He hugged Daniel back, his arms wrapped tightly around him in a way that felt both comforting and possessive. “Let’s get outta here,” Daniel said, pulling back with a grin that didn’t quite hide the emotion in big blue his eyes. “You’re riding shotgun.” The drive started out easy. Mitch told stories about the inside, glossing over the darker parts, while Daniel updated him on life outside. He had followed in his parents’ footsteps and gone into the media, surpassing even their success by first becoming a major advertising executive and now owning his own thriving agency. Mitch had followed a different path, one that landed him behind bars, but that was okay – he was here now, with Daniel. It was almost like old times, the banter flowing naturally, the silences comfortable. But as the miles passed, the tension between them shifted. It wasn’t just the catching up or the reminiscing—it was the way Daniel’s gaze lingered a little too long on Mitch’s arms when he thought Mitch wasn’t looking, or the way Mitch’s gruff voice softened every time he said Daniel’s name. When they reached Daniel’s place – one of the penthouses in the nicest building in downtown, Mitch shook his head remembering where he’d slept the night before and where he was today, thinking how quickly life can change. They parked in the garage and Mitch stepped out of the truck and stretched, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. Daniel cleared his throat and looked away, fumbling with his keys. “You sure I’m not crashin’ your space?” Mitch asked, following him inside. “Don’t be stupid,” Daniel said, tossing his keys on the counter. “You’re family, Mitch. Always have been.” Mitch choked up and looked away and a quiet fell between the two men. Always the life of the party, Daniel quickly broke the silence, wrapping his arm around Mitch and telling him “Now listen you jacked motherfucker, you have some relaxing to do before our welcome home night of debauchery begins. Your room is down the hall to the left – go shower off that prison stink and holler at me when you’re done.” Mitch had just picked up his bag and started to make his way down the hallway before he felt a sharp sting on his ass. Daniel had given his ass the slap of the century and as Mitch quickly spun around to face his friend, laughing at Daniel being goofy Daniel, he was surprised to see the wild look on Daniel’s face. Daniel smiled at Mitch, winked and started to walk away from Mitch towards the kitchen without saying a word. As Mitch picked up his bags and started to make his way to his room again, he couldn’t help thinking that interaction was strange, different. That look on Daniel’s face – he hadn’t seen that before. And was that a boner in Daniel’s pants he caught a glimpse of as he was walking away? Couldn’t be. But was it?

Diagnosing random rashes from one picture on the internet is not something even a medical professional can do reliably, let alone a web site full of people who aren't medical professionals. See your medical provider. Further to the suggestions others have made (STDs, etc) there are plenty of random and often benign explanations for this type of symptom, for example eczema, or allergic reaction to a laundry detergent.

Last night I had a hit on sniffes from a hot looking 35 year old guy. He said he was very passionate and loved to take his time. I invited him over and in about 15 min he showed up. when I opened the door he gave me a long passionate kiss. He kept kissing him while we went into the bedroom. He kept kissing while we got undressed He then whispered he was going to make love to my ass .He rimmed me till I begged him to fuck me. He then laid me on back with pillow under my ass. He kissed me while he entered me. We kept kissing till he came deep in my ass.We kept kissing till he went soft We cuddled and in about 1/2 hour we repeated it. One of my hottest encounters to date

Essentially, we have all provided excellent information HOWEVER, where anything you find unusual around your penile & rectal areas, rashes, fluid / pus filled blisters, blood, itch, pain, ooze (of any colour - clear, yellow) & anything else not normal to you, SEEK MEDICAL ADVICE. Nothing else to say: SEEK MEDICAL ADVICE.

Choose Your Poison: Part 2 - The next morning, per Ripper’s instructions, I was up early as I had never shaved myself down there and fuck it took longer than expected and I had to even hit the internet to search for some tips on how to do it. I was finally ready to go and a short cab ride later was at the airport making my way to the gate for what may come. My mind was muddled. My ass was twitching. My guts were crying out for dirty cum. The plane was boarding, there was no going back now and 90 minutes later we touched down and I resolved myself to relish every nasty drop I could get. I was fidgeting like hell as the line for the Yellow Cabs slowly snaked along. I had texted the number Ripper had given me and had been waiting for almost 20 minutes. Hell I could have gotten a taxi and been there by now. I was rubbing my hands and stamping my feet to get them warm again when a Yellow Cab zoomed into the front of the line cutting off one who was pulling out. Horns blared, people yelled and waved. The car pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and a tsunami of smoke poured out onto the sidewalk. “Hey man,” the driver with long dreads said as he leaned towards the open window, “Rip sent me. Get in.” The trunk unlatched, I walked to the back and set my suitcase in amongst the trash and boxes of God knew what, then climbed into the back, sliding onto a seat sticky and dirty, stepping on more trash on the floor, and taking one last breath of fresh air before closing the door. After kicking some of the fast food litter to the side, I fished the paper out of my pocket and told the driver where I was supposed to go. The dude just snorted, the car lurched, and off we went. We had barely left the airport when my taxi barreled off the road and careened into a gas station. The driver looked at me through the window between the seats and said, “Give me a $20, need to top the tank – old Charlotte’s here and mine. Better make it $40.” Luckily I had extra cash on me so fished out the money and watched as he got out, spit a few times, hacked, cleared his lungs and proceeded about his business. I took the time to look around the car. Clearly this was no regular Yellow Cab. It might be painted Yellow and looked like it had been a cab at one time, but it’s day of taxi service were in the past as there was no meter and I could not imagine anyone using such a dirty vehicle for a regular taxi. The driver finished pumping the gas, ran in to pay, came back a minute later with a bag and hopped back in the front. The car started, lurched, the gears caught and we started to leave – so I thought – but instead of pulling back out onto the road, he veered right and the car partially slid around the side of the building as he drove towards the side and back of the parking lot. He parked, rummaged around, and with the car still running turned and said, “Get up here a minute.” I wasn’t sure what was up, but climbed out the back, looked closer at the car and decided it was definitely no regular taxi as it did not even have a light, just a hole in the roof with some tore up tape over it where the light used to be, then opened the front passenger door and got in. The crap that was in the front seat the driver was now sorting and then tossing through the window into the back. Once done he said, “Clean my dirty dick off,” as he unbuckled his pants and shimmied them down his thighs a little. I felt dizzy from the heat in the car and the rank smell coming off him. The driver settled back down, and lifted his arms up with a smoke in his right hand that alternated with his left as he fed himself from a bag chips on the dashboard. I tried to get to his dick, but between the steering wheel and the seat that did not seem to slide back, it was damn awkward and I could not make it work. “Fucking hell,” the driver said. He knocked his bag of chips to the side, put the smoke between his teeth, shimmied his pants back up and with the car still running got out, opened the back door, and climbed into the back. “What the fuck you waiting for? Get back here.” I climbed back out and into the backseat with him and by the time I closed the door his pants were down again, his head back as he exhaled, and his left hand wanking his dick to full hardness. I nervously looked around as it was broad daylight but between the steamy windows and where we were parked, did not appear anyone could see us. I now got a good look at his dick. It was uncut, about 9 inches, nice thickness, had a number of larger bumps on the head and shaft, and strings of white slime around the head and sticking to the foreskin. He reached out and guided my head towards his dick, “Some dudes say their warts make their cocks feel numb, not mine. Rip said you wanted to taste some rank, so put that mouth down there and clean off my dick. I have not washed it in about a week now – just for you dirty slut.” My pig-tendencies overrode all common sense and before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure as I tongued and bathed his infected dick with my lips and mouth. His dick was hard and eager for the attention and as I cupped his full and hairy, hard balls, he stroked my head and face enjoying the affection. “GET YOUR MOUTH DEEP DOWN THAT COCK YOU CUM CATCHER…OPEN THOSE PINK LIPS…..I DON’T WANT TO SEE A CHUNK OF MY CHEESE SLIP OUT….OPEN YOUR MOUTH, THAT’S IT, SQUEEZE MY BALLS JUST A LITTLE…MORE…MORE…FUCK….” The driver’s hot cum flooded my mouth and throat and I had to fight to take it all and swallow it and felt like a chipmunk with a mouth full of acorns. It tasted like curdled milk, with a tang of herb seasoning, and I wanted more. “No, no, no more right now. Give me your scarf.” I sat still as he tied it around my eyes and made a knot – tight- at the back of my head. What, was I not allowed to see where we drove? “Get your pants off and put your ass towards the door,” the driver said as I heard him pull his up, shuffle some things, then get out and close the door. The quick blast of cold air had made my dick shrivel and goose bumps pop out on my thighs, but I did as I was told, hoping he was going to fuck me now. I was half on the back seat with my left leg kneeling on it, leaning forward on my arms when the door behind me opened and a different voice said, “Scoot the hell up. Fuck it’s cold out.” I flinched and jumped as a cold hand rubbed my ass and was tempted to take the scarf off and see who it was when the front door open, the driver got in, and said, “Come on man, I told you, you need to be quick. You know Rip and this ain’t on the schedule, but I owed you so now we’re even.” My hole was resisting the finger prodding hard at it, flinching at the sharp nail and insistence, “I am, fuck this hole is tight,” the new passenger said, “I’ve been rubbing and jacking my meat since you first got here just waiting. Come on now, how about a little privacy.” The driver laughed, “Fuck that, I plan to watch, so deal with it. You taking it or not?” The guy mumbled, he pushed me forward a little more, his cold pants rubbing against my ass as he slid his hard dick up and down my crack trying to find the right angle in the back seat. “Here’s some Soy Sauce,” the driver said. I shivered as I felt the cold liquid squirt onto my hole, the guy sighed, then grunted and pushed and POPPED through my ass ring. My head was wedged into the corner of the seat and door now as the other guy fought to keep his dick in, grunted, pushed, fucked my hole, and used me. The driver chimed in, “Go on man, blow that dirty cum in that ass.” The new passenger fucked harder and adjusted himself again. My right hand scrambled up the side of the window and I found that little handle that hangs down to help people get in and out of the back seat and grabbed onto it trying to keep my face from banging against the glass. “YOU WANT THIS CUM UP THAT SHITTER….TRYING TO CATCH MY NUTT.. .HELL THIS IS GOOD QUEER PUSSY…” the fucker said as he picked up his pace. “Cum in me,” I begged, “Give me some dirty cum, I want it all, please fuck me, fuck me,” I cried out. The new passenger stiffened, grunted, my head hit the window hard, and his dick goo slid up inside me. Panting a bit from the heat in the car and the workout, he slid out of me, sat back on the seat, shuffled around to get his pants up and said to the driver, “Fuck damn I needed that,” and then left the car. The driver laughed, “Alright you cum slut. Not a word about this extra minute we took here understand me? That’s between you and me – well you and him too I guess now – fucking hell. Get dressed, we got to get back on schedule.” The taxi belched fumes into the cold morning air as we proceeded on our way and I managed to get back into my clothes as the taxi swerved in and out of traffic. About 25 minutes later we pulled up in front a deli/sandwich shop with a green, white, and red striped awning. The driver turned his head, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” I got out of the car, adjusted my clothes, and went to the front door. The deli did not seem to be open yet and the door was locked, so I stood and waited a minute not sure what to do. I turned at the blare of a horn and the taxi driver had rolled down the window a bit, smoke mixing with the brisk air, “FUCKING KNOCK…KNOCK!!” he yelled. I knocked on the front door, the glass rattled, I knocked some more and a shadow exited the back and came towards the front. “We’re closed. Come back in 30 minutes,” the small, slightly bent woman hollered through the glass. She started to walk away so I knocked again and yelled, “I’M LOOKING FOR GIOVANNI, I WAS TOLD TO MEET HIM HERE.” She just shook her head and I could hear her mumbling as she started back towards the rear of the deli. Fuck, what do I do now. I then heard voices raised and saw a new shadow emerge from the back. The tall, lanky guy came to the glass door, undid the locks and opened it as the woman in the back continued to holler. “MAMA I GOT THIS! NO, NO. MAMA….UGHHH…I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT.” “Giovanni?” I asked. The tall Italian guy gave me a nervous glance, cocked his head, brushed past me and said, “Come on.” He walked towards the right, opened a door about 5 feet down, stepped in and held it for me. He then started up the stairs without a word and I guess I was meant to follow. Up on the third floor he walked to the back of the building, fumbled with a large set of keys on a key ring, opened the door, cocked his head, and I stepped inside the small room. It was a small apartment with a tiny little kitchen area, a small bed, a bathroom I could see through the missing door, a beat up wood table and two chairs and not much else. “You got my money,” Giovanni asked. I was not sure how much he expected or what the plan was and as I paused he interrupted my thoughts and said, “Look. I ain’t got all fucking day. It’s $50 to stroke my load out. $100 to suck me off. But if you want to get my AIDs cum right, it’s $200 cash up front, I fuck to nutt, and I need to prep you a bit first.” Prep me? What the fuck did he mean by that? My hole was clean, I was sure of that. I fished into my back pocket, pulled out the stack of bills, handed him the $200, he counted, nodded, and proceeded to start to undo his pants as he walked into the bathroom. I heard him fumble around in a cabinet and as he got whatever he needed he said, “Get naked and lay on the bed. On your stomach. I did as he ordered and his blanket and bedding smelled like they had not been washed in months. I turned my head to the left and craned my neck to watch him as he came out of the bathroom. He had a nice long dick swinging between his legs that was nestled in a patch of dark, curly hair. His balls looked like bright red tomatoes that had been hot flashed, stripped of their skin, bright red, raw, and angry looking. Giovanni set a plastic bucket down on the floor, “Pull the pillow up under your chest a little and hang you head down the other side,” he said. I got myself adjusted, the bed creaked as he got on it and straddled me. He then lay on top of me, his t-shirt feeling itchy against my back, but the skin of his hips and legs were nice and warm and the heat from his dick as he nestled it into my ass crack was even more welcome. Giovanni then began sliding up and down my body, using my shoulders to pull himself back and forth. Each pass along my body, his dick grew, stiffened, and when it felt good and hard he reached over the side of the bed, grabbed something out of the bucket, I heard it go SQUIRT, then the sound of him lubing up. Something about the smell piqued my senses of warning, but I was too horny to care or give it more thought. “PULL IT OUT! HOLY FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP, OH PLEASE STOP!” I cried out and whimpered. Giovanni had used his full body weight and angled himself just right so he could drop and force himself deep into my hole with one thrust. It wasn’t that so much as it felt like my ass was on fire – literally – flames tore me up on the inside and this was more than just a rough fuck. “Shut the fuck up right now or I stop and you get nothing,” Giovanni hissed. “I told you I had to prep you bit. It’s my special ‘AIDS CUM DUMP LUBE’ prep formula. My favorite lube, mixed with a little Vaseline so it does not get too wet, and to top it off some Icy-Hot muscle balm. Love how it makes my dick feel so warm and hot and even better, will make your insides raw and ready for my charged cum. Just lay there and let me get it in there good.” I was crunching my face trying to keep the tears back as his Italian dick pushed that foul mix around in my ass. I gasped in relief several minutes later when he slid out and took several deep breaths to steady myself as I heard the sink in the bathroom. Thank God he was washing his dick off. “Come here,” Giovanni said. So I gently got off the bed, every step burning hot and new. In the bathroom Giovanni was standing by the sink with a Fleet enema in his hand. “Bend of over the sink,” he said, “I’m going to flush you out now. While my lube will burn your ass raw, it might also kill my dirty seed, so this way I can make sure you are prepped and primed for my AIDs cum to get you good.” I flinched as Giovanni roughly stuck the plastic tip in my ass, held it as he instructed, and flinched some more as he squirted a second bottle in. “Squat over the toilet now and let it out. Let me see how primed you are.” I did as Giovanni ordered and tears came to my eyes as the watery mass came out and the heat and lube burned me more. I stood up, shaking a little, water dripping out of my hole and down my legs as Giovanni pushed me to the side a little, looked in the toiled, smiled, “Fuck yeah look at that. Nice and pink. See all that stringy-web-like stuff floating around? That’s your gut lining. Sit down again and make sure it’s all out.” Giovanni’s dick was right by my face as he supervised my flush out and so I reached up to stroke it, hoping to get him to face fuck me while I finished up. “Unless you got more cash on hand, it ain’t happening,” he said, before stepping away to let me wipe dry. I then followed him back to the bed and he told me, “Get back on your stomach. Beg for my toxic load up that dirty snatch. Beg for it you fucking cum dump. Beg for my whizz juice in you.” I gasped and choked back my whimpers as Giovanni forced his raw Italian dick back in my tender and blistered hole. With nothing but spit now for lube, he rough fucked hard and deep with no mercy and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. But I begged for it. I wanted it. This was what I came for right? “GIVE ME THAT MONEY DICK ASSHOLE. COME ON FUCK IT. SHRED MY HOLE UP. I WANT YOUR AIDS LOAD MAN….GIVE ME YOUR AIDS…POZ MY ASS UP….HARDER…FUCK IT HARDER….FUCK ME…YES…THAT’S IT…FUCK ME…MAKE IT HURT MORE…” Giovanni gripped my shoulders hard and buried himself to the hilt as his balls spewed his toxic jizz into my brownfield waste dump. Giovanni gave one last shudder and twitch, yanked his dick and rolled off the bed and stood up. “GET THE FUCK UP HERE AND CLEAN MY DIRTY DICK OFF. TASTE HOW NASTY AND FUCKED UP YOUR ASS IS NOW,” Giovanni demanded. I hurried up, knelt in front of him, and started slurping my tongue up and down his shaft, hungrily lapping up his gifts. He stepped away when I started to try to suck him. “Bend back over the bed,” my Italian spermanator said, “I got one final parting gift for you since you were a good lay. Most folks try to run and push me off. You laid right there and took it like I need...I fucking like that. My load is deep, and you need to keep it in there until Rip tells you otherwise. In the meantime, this will keep those ass lips tender and sore and your love canal ripe.” I arched my back from the burn as he fingered my hole and scraped my insides with his nail. He licked his finger clean, got dressed, I started to as well but before I could get my pants pulled all the way up he grabbed my arm, twisted me, shoved two fingers dry into my wrecked hole, wiggled them back and forth and warned, “Next time I plan to slam it harder. Get ready.” Back on the street Giovanni locked the door and headed to the deli. I found the taxi idling right out front and gingerly climbed into the back, grimacing and grunting as I did so, my ass burning and hurting like hell. My driver laughed at my pain and for a split second I was embarrassed that he knew what had just happened, but that quickly passed as I remembered the rank taste of his load and how nice and sleazy I felt taking his buddy’s anonymous dick. Fuck, I had not even made it to the hotel yet and I had taken three dirty dicks and some ripe poison. This trip may be more than I bargained for, but my tender ass was already twitching as I wondered what would happen next.

I have a mirror on the opposite wall, so bottom can watch his Hole being used. And, there's a small stool conveniently placed, with a large (at least 1.5 " thick) threaded shaft to raise/lower the seat to the ideal position for the finest dining experiences. True, it would be ideal to mount the mirror on the ceiling, but I was afraid of the mirror slipping out of my hands when I installed it (I suppose no one else was around at the moment), so it's on a wall instead. With 4 or 5 guys standing around waiting their turn, the fuckee probably can't see much of himself, but - it's the best I have to offer. I can't recall any guy complaining .....

This bi guy fucked me on and off for a couple of days and invited more than a dozen guys to come to my hotel. He would plant a load in my ass every time another guy did. I got bred 30 times in two days, easily. The thumbhole in my profile was taken that weekend at some point. It was so fucking hot!

Speaking here as a party top: if I'm really into the guy and I'm super hard then I grab the chains of the sling, thrust my pelvis out, aim my dick and swing that pig bottom right onto my cock as hard as possible. Then I swing him all the way back off my cock, at least a foot away from the raw tip, using gravity to swing his hole back onto my cock. Then we start to gain momentum and slam fuck harder and harder. All the way in, all the way out. There is no greater feeling than having the full body weight of a 200+ pound pig bottom crashing onto my rock hard party cock over and over again like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. I admit it's hard to maintain for long because there's the danger of my cock missing the target and snapping in half LOL

My favorite part of slingbreeding is that the scene is unmistakable, bluntly sexual, and not one shred of pretending to be anything else. I have a sling set-up in one room of my house, and built a slingstand of 4x4s' in the back yard (and yes, certain neighbors can see it). Obviously, I don't keep a Leather sling outside all the time*, but the stand (w/chains) is always there. There's another in the slingroom, chains attached to eyebolts in the ceiling beams. Slings are infinitely adjustable, they are a blunt statement to any first-timer, and for a more - well - "conservative" household, they can be quickly put away, leaving only the eyebolts in the ceiling visible. The impression a sling makes when some bottom turns up is clear, unmistakable, blunt and to the point. It simply hollers "queer sex is good, it's what we need, and what you're gonna get" *for half the year, the Florida sunshine can ruin almost anything if left out for too long.

Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.

Choose Your Poison: Part 4 - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The Ripper’s leather, gloved hands double-tapped each of my ass cheeks good and hard and I had to bite the end of the pillow so I would not cry out or say something. I remembered Rule #4 – and all the others – as my exposed hole clenched with each hit. I fumbled with the poppers in my little anonymous sheet tent, and the next SMACK made me spill half the bottle onto the bed. As stained and dirty as I knew the mattress was, that wouldn’t matter, and the aroma mixed in well with the deep smell of piss and other bodily juices already there. Dry, leather, coated fingers then jammed into my sphincter. “HMMM….THAT FAG GURL PUSSY HAS BEEN USED, FUCKING CREAMPIE PRINCESS….HMMMM…” Ripper said as he pulled his gloved fingers out of my ass, sniffed and huffed them like a pig hunting truffles before slurping them clean and pushing back in. I almost purred knowing I had pleased him so far. He then twisted his fingers around like mini-drones exploring a cave and suddenly pain flared through my tender ass. Ripper laughed, “BAAAHHHAA – FUCK THAT’S RIGHT – FEEL THOSE ARMOR INSERTS IN MY FINGERTIPS SCOOPING YOUR GUTS OUT? MAKING THOSE ASS LIPS NICE AND TENDER, HOT RED, SORE AND WETT. YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I’M FUCKING DONE.” I had to shove a fist full of the dirty sheet into my mouth to keep from crying out and begging him to stop. Ripper pulled his fingers all the way out again, I sighed, relaxed, then arched my back as he now forced three fingers back in and started jack hammering my rectum. “LOOSEN THAT HOLE UP – SLOPPY CUNT – THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE – DIRTY NUTT DRIPPING OUT – PRIMED TO BE MY FUCKING FLESHLIGHT. YOU CUM CHASING, MUTT FAG. LOOKING FOR THOSE BUGS. DESPERATE FAGGOT COME CRAWLING TO MY BOOTS, TRYING TO BE A QUEEN OF SPADES. WELL KITTY KITTY I GOT YOU AND NOW HOLD ON FOR SOME NASTY ASS SHIT.” Ripper mercilessly finger-fucked my ass and then just as suddenly stopped, yanked his fingers out, and smacked his lips as he licked the leather gloves clean. My chest was heaving as I was panting and took advantage of the brief respite to hit the poppers. Fuck it. I dumped the rest of the bottle onto the mattress under me and buried my face in the filth and inhaled several times. I heard a couple of snaps, a zipper, the sound of leather shifting, then SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time though it was not Ripper’s hands banging me like a drum, but his big, daddy dick. “I LIKE MY HOLES TENDER INSIDE AND OUT,” Ripper said as he continued beating on my ass with his hard, weighty dick. “MY DICK IS THICK AS SHIT AND YOU BETTER BE SCARED. YOUR PUSSY LIPS WILL GET TORE UP, SWOLLEN, LOVE SEEING THAT SHIT GRIP MY DICK WHEN I PULL OUT, SHOWING ME HOW MUCH THAT ASS WANTS IT. YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU?” I dared not reply in case it was a trick. Ripper chuckled, “GOOD BITCH. YOU OBEY WELL. YOU MAY ANSWER – ONE WORD ONLY – YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU? YOU WANT MY AIDS IN YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOU UP? YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS RAW STROKER AND DEEP POKER?” In the silence that followed, I was almost lost in the rhythmic feeling of his dick beating my ass muscles, then remembered he said I could answer so I raised myself up on my arms a little and firmly stated, “YES!” Then almost silently without realizing it I said, “Master,” as I lowered my face back down to the dirty mattress. The room grew still. Fuck, had he heard that? Did I mess up? Please no, please no, please no. I wanted to cry in shame, frustration, anger. My fears fled when Ripper’s mushroom tipped dick touched my wet hole. “I HONESTLY DON’T CARE IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT. YOU’RE GETTING RAPED EITHER WAY. PART OF ME WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY NO. BAHAHA – NOT LIKE YOU COULD GO TO THE COPS. THEY SURE DON’T HAVE A FORM FOR MUTT-FAG-BUG-CHASERS WHO GOT WHAT THEY ASKED FOR. I’M GOING TO STRETCH YOU OPEN LIKE THE WHORE YOU WANT TO BE. THE WHORE YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE. COAT THOSE CHAPPED PUSSY LIPS WITH ALL MY NUTT AND GET MY FUCKING FREAK ON. YOU READY TO GET RIPPED?” No response was expected or given to this question as he positioned himself – ready to hit the 8 ball in the corner pocket. I breathed deep, savoring the mattress-soaked aroma of poppers and piss. Relishing that I was in a sleazy hotel in a strange city, ready to get used by some anonymous dude and filled with AIDs cum. Ripper slammed his cue, the pocket got filled, and the searing pain spread through my body like a Phoenix. Blazing, hot, and all consuming. Ripper drove into my ass with his horse dick. No mercy was asked and none was given as he let the whole world know I was his, “BUSTED THAT ASS WIDE OPEN LIKE PUSSY – RIPPING IT WIDE – RIPPING IT DEEP – RIPPING IT SIDE TO SIDE. TEARING THOSE WALLS DOWN. WHERE’S THAT SECOND HOLE? WHERE’S IT HIDING? YEAH FUCK THERE IT IS AND POW – THAT SHIT’S WRECKED TOO NOW.” The bed was rocking back and forth and banging hard against the wall. The windows rattled, the mattress and box spring squeaked as his hips made contact with my now reddened skin. He was murdering my asshole with his killer mandingo dick. I was being used and power fucked beyond imagining when I finally just let go – my whole body let go – and I became nothing but a willing hole, a receptacle for his AIDs cum. “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, THAT SNATCH JUST SCRABBLING FOR MY DICK, SWALLOWING ME DEEPER!” Ripper exclaimed. “I OWN THAT HOLE.” Thrust after thrust, steady, hard, and deep, my anonymous assailant pounded me into total submission. Ripper picked up speed, his dick swelled, “NOW FOR MY BABIES IN THAT WHITE WOMB – YOU BETTER CALL POISON CONTROL BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY TOXIC DRANO IN THAT HOLE.” In preparation for his seed, Ripper planted his full weight on my ass with both leather, gloved hands. He then pushed down, and to the sides, stretching my hole further making me squat. “FUCKING AIDS WHORE, GOING TO INFECT YOU GOOD. RIGHT HERE – RIGHT NOW – OH HELL YES THIS NUTT IS GOING DEEP - OPEN THAT FUCKING CUNT UP – OPEN IT – SLOPPY FUCKING PUSSY FOR THIS NUTT – HERE YOU GO – HERE YOU GO – THAT’S RIGHT….GRRRRR…..AAARRGGHHH…(SNORT SNORT)….GRRR.” A few thrusts, Ripper slid his dick out of my well-fucked ass, sighed, and as I caught my own breath he slapped my ass hard with his right hand and, ‘THAT, FAGGOT, WAS JUST A TASTE. I GOT A WHOLE LOT MORE PLANNED FOR AS LONG AS YOU KEEP THE STACKS COMING AND YOUR CUNT WET YOU NASTY FUCK. YOU WILL EITHER BE TAKING MONSTER DICK TO KEEP THAT PUSSY SWOLLEN AND RIPE FOR IMPREGNANTION OR INFECTED DICK. AND I DON’T JUST MEAN DICK THAT GUYS THINK IS BIG. I MEAN THOSE BULL HUNG, DONKEY-DICKED, MOTHERFUCKAS WHO ALWAYS COMPLAINING PUSSY TOO TIGHT OR BITCHES RUN FROM THEM. I PUT THE WORD OUT AND GOT SOME TRUE FREAK ASS JOINTS PLANNING TO BOUNCE ON YOUR SHIT. THIS IS BUSINESS AND FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS YOU JUST A FUCK DOLL FOR ALL THE DIRTY-ASSED-NASTY-EXTREME-FREAKED-OUT-FUCKERS WHO NEED A BUCK AND A PUSSY. YOU’LL GET FUCKED NON-STOP AND WHEN YOU’RE LIMPING TO THE PLANE SO FUCKING SORE AND TORE UP IT HURTS TO TAKE A STEP, YOU’LL BE PRAISING ME – THE RIPPER – FOR GIVING YOU WANT YOU DESERVED.” I heard a zipper, snaps, his leathers as he moved back to the chair. There was a pause, then the door to my room closed and I waited as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of his exit echoed down the hall. I quickly untangled myself and threw the dirty sheet back, and ran to the front window. A quick wipe of the grime on the glass with my forearm and I was able to see the street and shivered as I stood watching, and waiting, and then I saw him. Ripper looked up, the mirrored front of his motorcycle helmet hiding his face but I could imagine him smiling, at least I hoped he was. He looked tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that were snug in a black leather motorcycle jacket that had red hatches on the shoulders and two red bands on the biceps. The black leather pants highlighted his form when he swung his leg over his bike. The engine started, the rumble, roar, and exhaust announced his departure. I hobbled back towards the bed, realizing how hurt, sore, and tore up my ass was. The cash I had left for him on the chair was gone, but he had left the money that was in my wallet, which I guess made me happy. Any further thoughts were interrupted as Booker opened the door from the bathroom and sauntered in with an older looking white guy trailing behind. “Damn fuck. We could hear that ass being taken through the walls. Got old Chester here all in a frenzy. Ain’t that right Chester? Yeah. Chester’s got some drippy dick for you but before he dirties it up, bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I need to take a few shots on the cell phone and let folks know what’s coming and what’s on offer.” I bent over the bed and showed Booker my AIDs filled hole. Every heart beat pulsed in my ass and I knew from his and Chester’s admiring comments that they liked the ‘post-Ripper’ view. “OK,” Booker instructed, “Now a few action shots showing Chester’s dirty dick in your ass. Poke it out good so I can get a clear shot of what a skank whore you are. Fuck Chester your dick is messed up! Oh…wait…hold on...Christ. That was fucking quick. Alright Chester get that nutt. We got to roll.” As Chester fucked me determined to add to my infection, I said, “I’m not sure I can right now. I may need just a little break.” Booker laughed, cuffed my head, “YEAH RIGHT. I KNOW THE PLAN. YOU PASSED THE TEST SO THE NEXT STOP IS THE CENTRAL MISSION SOUP KITCHEN. LIL’JOHN IS WAITING AND HE TEXTED THAT HIS 11.5 INCH DICK HAS NOT HAD A WHITE MUFF IN MONTHS SO HE’S READY TO PUMMEL THAT THIRD HOLE.” Even though my body ached and I was tired, those were the magic words and I was determined to take every inch of Lil’John.

Choose Your Poison: Part 3 - We had barely gone a few blocks from Giovanni’s place where he had just filled me with his Italian load of AIDs cum, before the driver pulled the old taxi over, pointed, and said, “ATM’s there. You better hit it. HARD. We’ll settle up after each round.” What did he mean by that? I groaned again getting out of the car, got more cash, climbed back in and we were off. “Hey man,” I said through the window to the front seat as I leaned forward, “I don’t think this is the way to the Marriott. My cell map shows we should have turned back there.” The driver continued to smoke, and ignored me, as we got further and further away from our destination. “Sorry, I never got your name. Just, well you know, I’ve not had a chance to unpack and rest up and stuff that’s all and I’d really like to.” The old taxi skidded slightly as the driver pulled over to the curb, set the car into park, turned and said, “Look man. Rip gave me orders. I follow the fucking orders and my understanding was you would too. Right? Right. So shut the fuck up, let me drive and just continue doing as you’re fucking told.” He turned back onto the street and then said, “Don’t ask about names again. They don’t fucking matter unless Rip says so.” I shut up then and watched the city go by as we made our way to our next destination. Soon I started seeing more and more rundown looking folks on the streets, which looked pretty deserted otherwise. I was getting nervous, but knew I shouldn’t. The Ripper had delivered so far and I had not even fucking made it to my hotel. Hell I had taken and tasted more toxic dick in the past few hours than I had in the past few months. So I figured I would enjoy the thrill of the risk and bug chase and the hot burning in my ass reminded me how good a dirty breeding could be. The taxi slowed, the tires scraped against the curb as we pulled close to the sidewalk. I had to get out the driver’s side as there was a pole blocking the other door, and when I did, my taxi driver smiled, stamped out his smoke on the street, slapped me on the back and said, “Welcome to skid row bitch. Get your bag, let’s get in out of the fucking cold and warm up.” Even in the brisk morning air the ghosts of skid row were haunting the streets – homeless men, thieves, addicts, thugs, and those just looking for trouble or a score of one type or another. I may have been dressed a bit nicer than some, but I was the same, and my heart beat hard against my chest as my mind raced with the opportunities I could see all around me. I looked up at the broken neon sign that had once said HOTEL in some forgotten color. Now, even the painted letters were faded and hard to read, so clear this place was not on any tourist map. The front door had bars on it and the glass was caked in dirt and grime with a few cracks and nicks in it and its hinges squeaked loudly as my taxi driver opened it. The echo of the door banging closed against the metal jam almost sounded like a gunshot and made me jump, making my driver laugh at me again. Fuck, I was going to make him smile for other reasons as soon as I got a chance. We stepped across the cracked tile to a plexiglass window that was almost as dirty as the outside that was situated underneath a faded sign that said FRONT DESK. “YO WINSTON, WHERE YOU AT?” my driver yelled as he rapped his knuckles on the window, “COME ON MAN, GOT YOUR GUEST FOR YOU.” While we waited I looked around at the peeling wallpaper, missing light bulbs, and the shadows of the people haunting the halls, their passage marked by coughs and sighs. I was drawn back to the window as Winston slid the metal grate to the side that was on the back of the plexiglass window, planted his arms on the counter and said, “Fucking hold your horses. Christ, I heard you but I had to finish taking my shit.” From his name I expected some old man in suspenders I guess, but Winston looked about 35, with long stringy brown hair and a long beard and mustache. The dark circles under his eyes, his gaunt appearance, and the telltale tracks on his arms showed he sought extreme entertainment. My driver said, “This is the fag chaser I told you about. You got the room ready next to mine? Good. I need to take Charlotte down to the shop real quick, so get him settled up. I’ll be back in 30.” With that, my driver headed out the door leaving me alone on skid row with Winston and his hotel of horrors. I reached into to my pants to get my wallet but Winston had stepped away from the counter, I heard keys jangle, then a series of locks on the door to the front desk/office turn and click. Winston stepped out into the hall, handed me a big key attached to a plastic circle that said 314. The plastic was as filthy as everything else and it looked like someone had actually chewed on it as there were clear teeth marks around the edges. “Excuse me,” I said, “Don’t you need my credit card and stuff?” Winston laughed, coughed and hacked, spit on the floor, and replied, “Fuck no. Cash only. $50 a night – for you anyways. Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Winston started to walk down the hall, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the gloom. We passed an elevator that was clearly broken along with a couple homeless looking guys who were standing beside one of the room doors, smoking, and talking in hushed whispers. One of them eyed me up and down and licked his lips, my hole twitched, he reached out and patted my ass and I stopped. My pig instincts went on high alert. “I’m not surprised Brucie’s taken a liking to you right off,” Winston said as he turned to see why I had stopped, “He’s always bragging about some suburban housewife he nailed in an alley or some shit. High classy pussy fucks – guess you qualify. Brucie, show him your dick. I bet he’ll take it for you.” I nervously stepped back as right there in the dim hallway in front of Winston and the other dude, Brucie unbuckled his belt, fumbled around and undid his pants and let them drop to floor. He then pushed aside the layers of shirts and coat he was wearing and smiled as hefted a nice thick dick for me to see. Brucie then took two awkward steps towards me, his dick now hard. I set my bag down and reached out to stroke his family jewels, but Brucie just turned me around and started rubbing his hand up and down the back of my pants. I looked at Winston, who’s dark eyes now shined as he said, “Pull your pants down. Let’s see how good of a bug chaser you are.” I quickly took off my coat and tossed it onto my suitcase, then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down as Brucie’s rough, calloused, dirty hands quickly snaked inside the back of my underwear and his finger found my hole. He spit once, twice, then shuffled a step as I bent forward and grunted as his dick popped into my tender and juicy ass. My whimpering turned Brucie on as he forced his homeless dick deeper into my sore hole. I was still throbbing from Giovanni’s tortuous fuck, but Christ, I couldn’t resist this dirty dick and it felt so God damn good. “Is that some high class pussy Brucie?” Winston asked, “It’s some freak shit pussy for sure. Hell. You’re just a nasty fuck aren’t you?” Brucie responded with a breathy, “YEESSSS,” and my reply was a series of grunts and moans as Brucie started to long dick me. The other homeless dude wanted in on the action now too and had opened his pants and leaned against the wall stroking as he watched Brucie fuck me. I side stepped a little and begged, “Please let me suck it,” so Brucie paused, turned us both to the left, and started pounding me raw again as I now slurped on a smaller, but ripe and rank dick. Winston was now standing by my shoulder, jacking his dick fast, “FUCK THAT ASS BRUCIE…GIVE HIM YOUR BUG JUST LIKE YOU GAVE IT TO ME…GO ON MAN…TURN THAT HIGH CLASS PUSSY INTO STREET TRADE…YOU FUCKING NASTY AIDS FUCKER…GET VICIOUS…ROUGH THAT HOLE UP…OH FUCK I’M GETTING CLOSE...” I didn’t want any cum wasted so pulled off the dirty dick I was sucking and begged, “Please shoot it in my ass, please!!!” Winston stepped back towards my ass, Brucie yanked his dick out, I gasped, the guy I was sucking stuffed his dick back in my mouth, Winston shoved his inside me and snarled, “TAKE MY DICK YOU FUCKING TRASHY BOTTOM WHORE…TAKE IT RIGHT NOW…CUMMING UP IN THAT ASS...” Just like that I guess he was done and I had barely felt a thing. His dick was not that big and I did not feel it when he shot, but he must have and as soon as Winston pulled out, Brucie slammed back in and as he picked up his pace Winston said, “SLUT FUCK HIM BRUCIE…SLUT FUCK THAT ASS…PUSH MY CHARGED CUM UP IN THERE…TURN HIM OUT…HARDER BRUCIE…HARDER…FUCK HIM HARDER….” Brucie dug his nails into my flesh as he grabbed my hips, raised up on his toes, shuddered, and bred me. A few more strokes to mix the two loads together, then Brucie pulled out of my ass with a loud SLURP and cum and ass juice started dribbling down into my pants. I pulled off the guy I was sucking, but his dick still was not fully hard and he clearly was not into fucking me as he immediately tucked it back into his pants and shuffled off a little further down the hall. Brucie was standing there, his hands out and to his sides, his dick arched, slick with charged cum, shivering. I stroked it, then turned and slid it back inside once – twice – then pulled off with a wet PLOP. “Can you go again?” I asked Brucie. He just shook his head, pulled his pants up, so I did the same. Fuck, why is it that just as my ass gets going the dicks tap out? Winston interrupted me with a sigh and a short, “Come on.” I gave Brucie a nice smile who gave me a leer back and rubbed the bulge in his pants as a parting gift as I followed Winston up the rickety stairs. “Thanks man,” I said to Winston, “That was hot,” as the stairs creaked and groaned under our weight. “I was sort of worried someone might see us.” Winston shook his head, “Too early. This time of day there’s usually no one around except maybe Brucie and a bud or two. The end of the work day and after the bars close late at night is when things get crazy.” At the second floor landing Winston stopped, “These are my hourly rooms. Shared bathrooms at each end of the hall. I know Booker’s got shit planned for you, but if you are ever looking for anything else, just hang out down here, you can find it – pussy, chicks with dicks, drugs, thugs, whatever your freak is. But I don’t allow trouble in here. Most everyone’s a regular, so you’ll be safe – safe enough anyways.” We went on up to the third floor, walked back toward the front of the building and he stopped in front of 314. I turned the lock, stepped in, Winston flipped the light switch and the lone, bare bulb that hung from the ceiling did little to help the dreariness. “Do you know Rip?” I asked as I set my suitcase down and tossed my coat onto the old, wood chair beside the bed. “And who’s Booker?” Winston stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light, came out, “Yeah I know Rip, but I don’t talk about my customers – especially him. Booker? The guy who dropped you off. That’s what we call him. It’s one of his side hustles, he’s a bookie for the races and illegal boxing matches, and all kinds of shit that most folks try to avoid.” I couldn’t help myself and had to ask, “So is what you said true? Did Brucie give you HIV? So you’re POZ? Are you guys like together or something?” Winston looked at me, an array of emotions quickly coming and going across his face before his dark eyes settled on mine, “Oh yeah. I got kicked out of my parent’s house, ended up on the streets, Brucie was like a big brother to me. Showed me the ropes. I hustled for a while to try to pay for art college, but well, you saw, my dick’s not really big enough for that so Brucie hooked me up with some other assist and in turn he took my ass. End of story. He’s a good friend – he’s fucked up as hell – well ain’t we all – but Brucie’s got some demons and fucking potent demon seed. I still let him fuck me, hell let most anyone who wants to fuck me if they come up a bit short for their room. It works out alright. OK, enough of that. I need to get back downstairs.” Winston went back into the bathroom and rapped on a door on the other wall, “This leads to Booker’s room. You guys share the bathroom.” He walked back out, “There’s a lock on your door, just turn it from the inside. Everyone up on this floor are longer term folks and like I said you’re safe enough, but it’s here if you want it. The phone doesn’t work and Booker can show you some of the corner places nearby where you can grab something to eat.” Winston then just stood there expectantly, oh right the money, so I pulled out my wallet, gave him $200 for the four nights, he looked at it, looked at me, raised his eyebrows, so I gave him $100 more. He smiled, nodded, tucked the bills into his pants and said, “You take care of me – I take care of you. Come on down if you get bored. I’m always around. Or roam the halls, I’m sure Brucie will fuck you again if you want but he’ll need some cash in return and he tends to get VERY rough so if that’ not your thing, just tell him to ease off.” I nodded, Winston left, and I went to stand by the old radiator that was under the window overlooking the street. At least the heat worked. All the cum in my ass was trying to come out and I knew I was supposed to keep it in, so I lay down on the queen size bed. Damn what was that smell? I rolled over and smelled the blanket and bed – fuck hell it was like stale, old dog piss and fuck knows what else. The initial wave of revulsion was replaced with a desire and thirst and I wondered if Brucie liked watersports? Just then the door banged opened, Booker stomped in, “What the fuck you doing?” he asked and before I could answer he said, “Christ’s tits its cold out. So I hear you’ve been a fucking whore – HA! I could tell. It’s the quiet clean cut ones that’s the biggest fuck freaks. Winston said you got ridden good by Brucie huh? Yeah he’s a buggy fella alright. OK, Rip will be here soon, time to get you ready.” What? Rip was coming now? I stood up, “Umm.. could I get some beer or something?” I asked. Booker had walked over to the bed and was busy pulling the blanket and sheets off and tossing them into the corner. Fucking hell no wonder it stank. The mattress was stained almost black in places, and I really did not want to know with what. “No. Time for your inspection. Get your clothes off and get over here,” Booker said as he grabbed a large paper bag he had brought in with him and set it by the bed before checking his watch. Bend over and let me see you gurl pussy. Good, nice and shaved.” I flinched and grunted a little as Booker poked two fingers into my fucked hole and a third as he started scratching at my insides and fingering me rough and hard. Booker kept rough fucking me with his fingers, his nails scraping me up like a doze at a strip mine. “Here’s how this works,” he explained, “You get one chance with Rip. His rules. His way or no way. Rule #1 – You will be naked, head down, ass up on the end of the bed with the door unlocked. Rule #2 – All he wants to see is your cunt ready to bred and knocked up. You’ll have a sheet draped over your body and head. DON’T TAKE IT OFF as you will NOT see his face and will NOT look at him. Rule #3 – Set your offering for Rip on the chair. If he likes what he sees and is feeling it – your cunt and the stacks, then shit will go down. If not, he’ll take the cash and role and that’s the end of that. Rule #4 – No talking unless Rip tells you to. Rule #5 – You can use these poppers if you want, but keep them under the sheet. Rule #6 – Keep that cum in your ass and if you got to piss, you better do it now, but remember, not a drop of that cum gets loose so I’m going to watch to make sure.” I grabbed my wallet, pulled out a stack of bills, the figured what the fuck and set my wallet on the chair too beside the stack. I was all on and ready. I then walked across the cold floor to the bathroom and tried to piss. My dick was trying to get hard as I thought about Rip and the fuck to come. Booker was standing in the doorway, “Jesus hell, get on with it,” he ordered, but between trying to clench my hole shut to keep the cum in while trying to relax to keep my dick down, I was as dry as the Sahara. Finally, after straining and focusing hard, I was able to let out a steaming stream, which reminded me, so I turned my head and asked, “Do you like watersports? I’d like to drink your piss too if you into that.” Booker chuckled, “Fucking freak faggot – damn – so you want to be a toilet too huh? We’ll talk.” A deep rumble from the street outside drew Booker’s attention and he walked over to the window, pulled the tattered curtain to the side, wiped the fog and grime off the glass, looked down and left, and said, “Come on. Time to get shit going. Get on the bed. He’s here.” Booker untangled one of the stained sheets from the pile on the floor as I scrambled onto the end of the bed. He tossed the two pillows at me that I placed under my torso and chest to give me some support, and then got on my hands and knees and edged myself back to the end of the bed. Fuck I hope the bed will hold. Booker flung open the sheet and let it fall down and over me. He then lifted up the back and folded it up over my hips and tucked the sides down under my stomach and between my legs and the pillows. “Oh here,” he said as his hand snuck under the sheets and handed me the poppers. Then as he rammed his nails into my hole one last time he said, “Remember the rules. Either way, I’ll see you in a bit.” I heard Booker go into the bathroom, close the door to my room, open the door to his, and shut that. The room was warm, but I was shivering in excitement and almost forgot to hit the poppers. I focused on that now, the rush making my head pulse a bit, then my body relaxed. Twice more and then I heard a THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause – THUMP. The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall got closer, and closer, and closer, and time slowed. The boots paused one last time. The door to my room slowly opened and I held my breath. The boots took a step in, then another, the door closed. They paused. I exhaled and started to breath fast like a rabbit knowing there was a predator lurking just outside my hutch. The boots slowly stepped over to the chair, the creak and groan of leather alerting me to his other movements. There was a CLUNK. Something heavy had been sat on the chair. The boots came up behind me. The powerful odor of leather – and man musk – permeated through the sheet. I began to shake. A large, leather gloved hand ran two fingers up and down my wet crack. The Ripper was here and I trembled as I remembered the last part of his ad that said, “ALL THAT COUNTS IS WHAT WILL LEAVE YOU SORE – MY 10+ INCH DICK AND DON’T BOTHER CONTACTING ME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL ….”

I have a Nigerian top who follows a routine. He rims my hole when he arrives. Then he mouthfucks me, followed by him breeding my cunt and then making me clean his cock with my mouth. Lately he has started pissing in my mouth after I have cleaned the sperm from his dick. I swallow as much as I can down and then clean him up fully afterwards. Getting him hard again so he can have another go is my goal. I think of it as offering a full service

5 or 6

A single month off treatment, will usually send VL to detectable levels, I was. I took 6wks off in July / August, wasn't actually planning to re-start but, for outside reasons, I returned to treatment. Bloods done late Aug showed detectable levels. Not done since. Each time you stop treatment, your VL will rise more rapidly & each time you restart it will take VL longer to return to undetectable levels. There will come a time when your body completely rejects the stop - start protocols & simply remains at steadily higher detectable levels.

I like to start out slow, but once it’s in I like it hard and fast. If he takes out after that, he can ram it all he wants. Actually, I prefer for ram it in once I’m relaxed and stretched. Especially if he’s dirty, talking to me. Calling me a whore or slut and telling me that they don’t take it slow and easy.

Prob be hitting the laird for a couple Saturday night, any action in loos? Luv to find a tap drinker, esp furry older dad bods. Want to leave my DNA behind as well...

I am at once horrified and tantalized by the prospect.

Cumdump Hotels says that the Paul is currently used as a homeless shelter. Sad. I've only successfully done anon cumdump three times and still couldn't get many people over. But one of those times was the Paul. One guy was flaking and wouldn't leave. But then a massive African-American man came in and fucked me the most vigorously ever in my life. It was like being caught in a surf rip wave moving me helplessly in every direction before spitting me out. This guy was ON HIS WAY TO WORK and just happened to see my ad online.

Same thing happened to my wife once💋

I had a hookup with a guy on a hot day after work, I met him at his place from the apps. When I got there, he was wearing just a singlet (tank-top) stroking his cock, legs spread, sitting on the couch. I could see his hole. I unzipped my cargo shorts and flopped my cock out while walking, and kneeled down, between his legs, touching my cock head to his hole. I wanted to get in him right away. We both stripped, because it was so hot, I left my work boots on and lay on the floor. We lubed up and flipped around fucking each other doggy style for 15 minutes on the living room floor. After a lot of fun, taking turns. He asked, what do you want to do? I said, I want you to cum in my ass, then I will cum in yours. He straight up agreed, and he kneeled behind me, he pushed my face to the floor. I told him, I wanted a load of cum in my ass for the drive home. He fucked a sweaty load into me in about three minutes. I then got him to lie down on his front. His back was fully sweaty, I got on top of him for full sweaty body contact, this really turns me on and gets me over the edge. I fucked a load into his ass with plenty of full body contact in about five minute. I was going to drive home sweaty, I was sweaty from work anyway, but he offered me a shower, which was great to cool off. I drove home with my ass full of cum, feeling dirty and well used.

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Bend over sexy pig.

I have experienced a lot of things in bed. I’ll never say that there aren’t new things to do, but if something is on my bucket list, I go out and find it. I was lucky in that until I was about 26 years old, I was able to suck my own dick. And it was more than just the head, going past the head and getting some of the shaft in my mouth. Unfortunately, I’m too old and not limber enough still to do this. But the one thing that still remains on my bucket list, maybe not surprisingly since I am addicted to asshole, is to rim my own ass. I know that’s a physical impossibility, something I’ll never be able to achieve. with that in mind though, it’s a huge turn on to suck a dick that has been fucking me or to kiss a man who has had his tongue up my asshole. I love the taste of Ass juices and tasting mine on a sloppy wet tongue or a dick slimed with cum, just the idea of either of those sends wonderful shivers up my spine.

Holy fuck this whole thread got my cock throbbing and my cunt wet. I met a guy on squirt that wants to fist me and fuck me in his sling. I hope he has a couple buddies that will gangbang me.

My first experience in a sling was at Steamworks in Chicago. It was the type that held both your hands and legs spread. Had the popper bottle laying on my chest as a hosting item for any to partake, but love the hours in the sling for all to enjoy me. Loved being a human sex doll for all for anyone that needed one with all holes and hands to be used.

Had a great piggy barebacking day... I was determined to get bred and did a thorough "downstairs" deep cleaning in the shower. Wore a jockstrap, jeans, boots, tshirt, and hoodie. FUCK 1 - Started in the morning, got hit up on one of the apps - a 24 y/o black construction worker was staying in the area and wanted to breed a beefy hairy daddy ass before work. I stopped by his hotel and he was naked and ready to go. I started by getting on my knees and sucking his cock and licked his balls, got him rock hard. 7" average thickness.. then I dropped my jeans and kept the jockstrap on. I bent over the bed and he loved the view of my exposed ass in the jockstrap. He lubed up my hole and he pushed his cock head in. Told him it feels great so far keep pushing in. He slowly pushed in and pulled out and kept doin slow fucking pushing in slightly more each time.. then was balls deep.. told him fits great in my hole keep fuckin, need this raw fuck and his cock and cum. He picked up the pace and fucked me for a couple minutes, he was sweatin already and his sweat was dripping on my ass and lower back.. then felt his cock get slightly harder and he said he's gonna cum and pushed his cock balls deep and unloaded deep in my big hairy ass. He was breathing hard and keep his cock balls deep with my ass milking his cum. His breathing returned to normal and slowly slipped his cock out my hole. He thanked me for the hot raw fuck and said let's do this again. Added him as a favorite in the app. Zipped up and left with his load soaking in my hole. FUCK 2 - Lunch time an older 50ish fit daddy that bred my hole a year ago. I hit him up on one of the apps and he was available and wanted my hairy hole again. Stopped by his place.... 7" thick cock with a 5 day load. He answered the door naked only wearing a cock ring. He sat down on the couch and leaned back. I got on my knees on the floor in front of him and started sucking his cock. Sucked him slowly with long sucking strokes down to his balls, and he got fully hard. He told me his cock needs my hairy hole. We both stand up, I drop my jeans and he tells me to put my knees on the couch and lean forward to expose my jockstrapped ass. I do as he says and he spits on my hole and pushes his cock head in. I tell him I'm ready for a raw fuck (I didn't tell him I was fucked earlier). He slowly fucks my ass and my hole opens up quickly and tell him his cock feels amazing and I can take it. He started fucking balls deep and it's definitely a thick cock. He said my hole was made for breeding and a minute later said he's gonna cum. I tell him to breed my hole, and he says he doesn't pull out and I'm gettin his load. He grunts loudly and fills my hole with his load continuing to slowly fuck my hole. I tell him let my hole milk the cum out, he keeps his cock in my hole for another 30 seconds and then slips out. I thank him for the raw breeding and he said thanks for the hot hairy beefy hole. I zip up my jeans and head out. SUCK 1 - Stopped by a local ABS and there was a handful of men walking around. I go into a booth with a gloryhole and sit down. Doesn't take long and another guy enters the next booth. He sticks his cock thru the gloryhole hole and I suck his cock. Older guy i think but I can't really see him, about 5" and kinda thick. After a couple minutes he starts moaning and cums in my mouth. He pulls his cock back and briefly see his hand with wedding ring. He zips up and walks out. FUCK 3 - After 10 minutes noone enters the booth next to me so I get up and walk around. Few minutes later a thick bearded muscle bear walks in. We make eye contact and instantly I think he is interested. I walk around and stand near a bigger booth, and he walks by and taps my ass and walks into the bigger booth. I follow him in and he closes the door. He grabs my belly and back of my head and pulls me in to kiss and we make out deep kissing for a bit with great tongue action. He starts unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his hairy thick chest and I pull off my hoodie and t-shirt he likes my hairy chest and belly. I unbuttoned his jeans and pull his cock and balls out. We kiss some more and then start sucking his cock and lick his balls. Thick 6" cock and big balls. I tell him i like his thick cock and big balls and continue sucking his cock. He says he likes my thickness and he is going to have to see how thick my ass is. His cock is still in my mouth so I just make affirming grunts and continue to suck his cock. I stand up to unzip my jeans and drop them down around my boots. He likes my jockstrapped ass and grabs my cock thru the jock.. jock is getting real wet with precum and he pulls out my short thick cock. He comments how much I am enjoying this and scoops up my precum and then grabs my ass and fingers my hole with my own precum. We kiss a bit more and then says he needs my big ass. Says bend over and put my hands against the wall. I do as he says and he gets behind me and continues to use my own precum in my hole, and then spits on my hole. He then pushes his cock slowly into my hole, and continues to push in until he's balls deep. He tells me my big ass and hole feels amazing and to not move, and he starts to slowly fuck my ass. I tell him his thick cock feels great in my hole and to keep fucking. We get into verbal dirty talk, his thick cock using my hole raw, telling him raw fuckin is how men should fuck and want his cum flooding my hole. He picks up the pace and is really fuckin me hard, bumping into walls and making the walls shake. I tell him I'm a big guy and can handle a rough fuck.. keep going.. he does and a minute later he says he's gonna breed my hole full of cum. I tell him fuck yes load my hole, and he pushes balls deep and moans and fills my hole with his cum. Tells me what a good big cum pig i am with his cock still spasming in my hole.. take it all.. and I do. He says just stay right here and a minute later his cock slips out of my ass. I turn around and suck and clean his cock.. just a few drips of cum and the rest is all in my hole. We both put our clothes back on and says will have to see u around again and we part ways. FUCK 4 - I sat back down in a booth with a gloryhole and chill there for a bit. Another guy enters the booth next to me. I put my finger thru the hole to indicate I want to suck him. I hadn't even seen his cock, im just very cock hungry. He unzips his jeans and sticks his cock thru the gloryhole. I start sucking and he gets hard quickly. 7" avg thick cock. His cock was rock hard, so I stand up and turn around and impale my hole on his cock. No lube needed as my hole is already full of cum. I back up onto his cock until my ass is fully against the wall. He knew he was in my hole now and started fucking. Was a real slick fuck.. cum makes for great lube. Fucked my ass for about 2 minutes and I hear him moan and unloads his cum in my hole. His cock slips out and he zips up his jeans and walks out. SUCK 2 - Was a lull of action for a while so I walked around. A blue collar cub walks in and we make eye contact. More of an "I acknowledge your existence" look. I thought to myself im up for this challenge. I walk into another booth and sit down. A few minutes later blue collar cub is in the booth next to me. I pull down my jeans and rub my cock thru my jockstrap. He looks thru the gloryhole but then leaves. Oh well. I walk around for a few minutes and find another pair of booths and one is occupied. I look thru the gloryhole and there is blue collar cub with his jeans down around his boots, jacking his hard cock. About 6" and very thick. I put my finger thru the hole and he takes the bait and stands up and sticks his cock thru gloryhole. I suck his thick cock for about a minute and he shoots a big load in my mouth and I swallow it all. He zips up and quickly leaves. SUCK 3 - A while later walking around I see a taller otter daddy with a big beard. He looks familiar. I enter a both and he goes in the both next to mine and I start to suck his cock thru the gloryhole but he has to squat a bit because the hole is too low for him. He pulls his cock away and asks if he can come into my booth. I said yes come on over. He enters the booth and says to me great to see u again, and he misses my great mouth. (We did meet a year ago there). I remember him now and he pulls out his 8" cock and I suck him. Lick his balls too and back to sucking his cock.. slow determined sucking deep throating down to his balls each time. He said it's been a week and I'm gonna get a big load. I grunt and continue sucking. A few minutes later he says go real slow and I slow down and then he starts moaning and starts shooting a big load in my mouth. I just hold still and he is still cumming. Yes it is a huge load... his orgasm subsides and he pulls his cock out of my mouth and I swallow his huge load. He said thanks for the amazing blowjob again and I thank him for the hot cock that fits great in my mouth and huge load. He zips up and leaves. SUCK 4 - A sexy latino chub eyed me in the hallway and I followed him into a booth. We start rubbing each other's belly's and kissing. I grab his cock thru his jeans and unzip his jeans and pull them down. He does the same to my jeans. I grab his cock thru his underwear and he grabs my cock thru my underwear. He starts getting hard and I pull his underwear down and get on my knees and start sucking his cock. He starts moaning and I get him rock hard.. 5" average thick cock and average balls. I lick his balls too and he pulls up and we kiss again. He pulls down my jovkstrap and sucks my cock for a bit. He then stands up and in turn around to show him my ass. He sticks his cock in my hole for a few moments but it was wet with cum. Might have been too loose compared to my mouth so he stops fuckin and tells me to stand up.. then tells me he really wants to use my hot mouth. I don't mind at all and go back to sucking his cock and licking his balls. He says damn what a hot mouth and tongue and I'm gonna make him cum. I grunt to agree and make sure I suck him down to his balls and grabbing his big sexy belly with my big hands. He is enjoying it and says he is gonna cum.. I suck him faster almost impaling my face in his pubes and hear him moan and feel his first cum spurt in my mouth and I keep his cock in my mouth balls deep and feel his cum spurts in the back of my mouth. Once he's done cumming I stand up and swallow his load. He says thanks and will have to use my mouth again, i tell him yes definitely. We both zip up and part ways. SUCK 5 - Was walking around the booths and a looked in a private booth that was occupied with the door unlocked. Was an older black guy with a 7" thick cock sitting on the bench jerking off and was mostly hard. I said "I'll suck you" he nodded and leaned back some more. I walked in and closed the door and got on my knees and started sucking his cock and licking his balls. I asked "hows my mouth". He said "real good keep going".. so I suck him some more and use more spit, and start deep throating his cock down to his balls. Going slowly at first and sucking him faster. He says "damn good cocksucker, if u keep that up in gonna cum"... so I kept up the fast face sucking and then he moans and cums in my mouth. I hold my mouth still and he finishes cumming. I suckin him a few more strokes to swallow all his cum, then I stand up and tell him "I got u good". He said "yeah u did". I tell him thanks and see u around and i walk out of the booth. FUCK 5 - Was sitting relaxing in a booth with a gloryhole and eventually a guy enters the booth next to me. I put my finger thru the gloryhole and see his red basketball shorts. He drops the shorts to expose his cock and balls and takes a few steps to put his cock thru the gloryhole. I immediately start sucking his cock. After a couple minutes it grows to full length in my mouth.. at least 8" skinny cock. I deep throat it some more and he is rock hard. I stand up and turn around and impale my hairy hole on his cock and his cock slides in almost balls deep. All that cum in my hole makes it real slick. No additional lube needed. He pauses and then realizes its my hole and starts slowly fucking my ass. I widen my stance and bend over and bit more so the angle of his cock is entering my ass at the perfect angle. He continues fucking and I get verbal telling him to keep fucking my ass. Let my ass milk the cum out breed my hole. No idea if he actually heard me but a couple minutes later he fucks me faster and then hold his cock balls deep and unloads his cum in my ass. My ass milks his cock for 30 more seconds and he pulls his cock out of my ass. I turn around and see him tuck his cock back in his red basketball shorts and he walks out. I feel my hole and it's real cummy, loose hole, and my jockstrap is real wet with precum. I zip up and gotta head out myself. There were a few other cocks sucked at the gloryholes but I didn't get their load. Im completely satisfied with the raw breeding success, will have to do that again soon.

There is absolutely nothing sluttier than being a bottom gangbanged in a sling with people watching. I HAVE to take all cumers. The absolute trolls. Sometimes I look up and see guys who know me in "real life" and are shocked to see me in this position... but hey, they're in a bathhouse, too. 😉 And yeah, they have some fun with me. (Awkward when I see them in the cafeteria at work the next week.) And a sling in a bathhouse is the gift that keeps on giving, cause when I'm "done," walking bowlegged back to my locker... with spooge oozing out from between my big buttcheeks -- k, I am bad about "losing" my towel -- sometimes the guys I'm walking past wanna grab me by my titties and fuck me right there in the hallway or on the stairwell. I mean, I'm clearly a PIG.

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Part 2 ………We all lay on the bed entwined in each others arms as we recover. We tell the boys we need a break and they slowly dress and then leave. PAUL tells me the next guys aren’t due for a couple hours. We decide we are hungry so PAUL and I both get up, jump in the shower for a quick rinse, and then head out to find a quick bite to eat. PAUL still has not allowed me to cum. My balls are aching, but PAUL makes it clear, I'm to not touch myself and learn to deal with the ache in my balls................ Over dinner Paul begins telling me about the next couple guys and he’s got a surprise or two for me in the mix. The waiter is hot and keeps interrupting us. We’re both soon flirting with him. He’s kind of clueless, but given our heightened state of sexual arousal we are having fun. As the waiter leaves, PAUL gets back on topic and lets me know he’s arranged for a fuck bud of his named Jessie to join us shortly. We finish drinks and dinner and head back to the hotel. In route PAUL gets a text that Jessie is waiting for us in the lobby. Sitting there waiting for us is this young Cuban guy. He stands about 5’ 7”, has dark olive skin and small frame. He quickly comes to me and gives me a deep kiss on the mouth and whispers in my ear that he’s heard from PAUL what a great ass I have. He lets me know he can’t wait to sink his cock into me. We quickly head towards the room. Jessie grabs my hand and pulls it into his crotch as we are walking down the hall. He is rock hard and already leaking. I figure he is around 7” as he puts my hand down his pants. I start playfully tugging on his cock, letting him know I’m game for some fun. We get to the room and Jessie and I are pulling our clothes off as quickly as possible. He is trim and muscular. He has broad shoulders, a perfect 6 pack, ending with that tapered waste that creates a perfect V pointing to his manhood. He is smooth with just a small amount of hair trimmed tightly around his cock and balls. He exudes pure sexual energy, tells me he is a total top and loves daddy ass. Not normally my type, I’m quickly converted. No one can say no to this rocket ship of sex and I can tell he is going to be fun. I want his cock in my mouth and I go down on him like a starved animal. Once again, PAUL’s phone buzzes, now announcing the arrival of stud number four. PAUL gives him the room number and shortly there is a soft knock. PAUL opens the door and in walks Dillon. Dillon is a tall, super muscular guy. Seeing Jessie and I already naked, he and PAUL quickly get naked and join us on the bed. Jessie lets us know he only has a few minutes as he is leaving on a road trip but really wanted to be part of breeding my ass and he tells me to get on my back. He soon has thrown my legs over his shoulders, and is urgently entering my ass. He slides in easily given the amount of cum in my ass, pre-lubing his entry. He begins drilling my hole with the speed of the ever-ready bunny. Not huge, he makes up for it with his energy and stamina. You can tell he is all sex and he wants to breed me urgently. He leans into my ear and whispers that he and PAUL have been discussing me all week and he's been saving a load for a couple days. He loves breeding negative guys and wants to drop a poz load in me. I’m so turned on by him that it barely phases me and I tell him to give me his poz load. He pulls back and quickly begins slamming in and out of my ass. Dillon, not to be left out, takes advantage of me being on my back and positions his cock in front of my mouth. Dillon tells me to take his cock in his mouth. He is not yet hard is maybe 5” with big balls and a huge girth. I’m soon sucking on his cock, teasing his head as he grows hard. He is definitely a grower. As his cock expands he is now a good 8”. I’m working his dick in my mouth and Jessie is pounding my ass. PAUL joins us and starts biting on my nipples making them get hard from the attention. I’m soon just fired up as every inch of my body is driven into a sexual frenzy. Suddenly, PAUL’s phone buzzes I hear him grab the phone and type in something. It’s not long and Jessie starts moaning that he is going to cum. PAUL tells him to fill my slut hole with his cum. Jessie soon explodes in my ass. Jessie looks to PAUL and tells him to take his place so his cum stays in my ass with no chance of escape. In just a short second, Jessie has pulled out and PAUL slides in and picks up where Jessie left off. PAUL is rock hard and begins fucking my ass. I’m riding this sexual high with PAUL now in my ass and Dillon continuing to skull fuck my face. Unfortunately, Jessie quickly dresses, goes to the door and says goodbye. As he opens the door he runs into another guy who slides in and immediately strips down. I hear him tell Dillon his name is Luke. PAUL is still in me and is telling me how he is fucking loving my wet hole and he is going to foam it up. He is pounding in and as he enters me, stirs it from side to side and then pulls out. He’s repeating the process as Dillon continues to work my mouth. I’m in pig heaven. Dillon is wanting some of my ass and he urges PAUL off and quickly flips me on my stomach to enter my ass. Not only does he have a great 8” dick, it is wide as a beer can. I grab some poppers and take a hit knowing that while I may be open wide, his dick is going to take a bit of work. He takes his time as I relax his dick into me. He stops, letting my hole fully engulf his rigid monster cock. Slowly he pulls back and then steadily begins fucking my ass. Where Jessie was all about pounding out a fast one, Dillon is taking his time gently easing in and out of my ass. I’m riding a great high from the poppers and am just rolling with pure enjoyment. Meanwhile, PAUL is helping Luke out of his clothes. Luke is 26, around 5’ 9”, 155 lbs. with a defined but trim muscular build. He’s got a great set of abs, is lightly hairy and sports a nice beard. He’s got this soft wavy hair and dark seductive eyes. He is the kind of guy that just melts you into sexual submission. He’s got broad shoulders and his chest shows great definition with a tapered waist that leads my eyes to his treasure trail, ending in a 7 ½” uncut cock. Dillon and I take a break to welcome Luke, who now naked is joining us. Luke introduces himself and we are soon sucking face as our mouths explore each other with our tongues. I look over and see PAUL has begun eating Dillon’s ass and both of them are enjoying every second. Luke asks me if I want some of his cock, and I quickly go down on him raising him to full mast. I’m laying face down in his lap. Luke is groaning as I’m going up and down on his shaft in my mouth. I hear motion behind me and my legs are being spread apart. I pull off Luke’s cock to turn and see that Dillon is going down on my ass. Dillon is licking and slurping cum out. PAUL is behind Dillon and is also busy eating Dillon’s ass. Dillon is devouring my hole, lapping at the cum that has been slowly leaking out my ass working its way onto balls. He is sucking the cum in while I’m worshipping Luke’s cock. Dillon pulls back and bends over as PAUL enters him and starts to fuck him. Luke now hard as a rock pulls my head off his cock and tells me it is time for him to get some of my ass. The next thing I know, Dillon and I are both laying back on the edge of the bed with our legs up high as Luke is fucking me and PAUL is fucking Dillon. Dillon and I are both moaning and just loving getting plowed by these studs. Luke, is one talented cock. His dick has the perfect curve and he is soon hitting my prostate; driving me completely insane. Each thrust has me screaming with lust. My ass can’t get enough and I take another hit of the poppers. Instantly I’m consumed by a rabid desire to be fucked hard and my cock is leaking cum. Luke continues to drill my hole and I'm soaring on a popper high as he continues to hit my prostate. Dillon and PAUL are going strong too and the room is just exploding with sexual energy as we fuck as if it is our entire purpose for being. My hole has got to be gaping from all these dicks I’ve taken tonight. Luke is just drilling like a stallion and I’m thrashing from the sensations I’m so turned on. I guess Dillon hears me and tells PAUL to dismount him. Dillon taking this all in comes over and stands next to me by the side of the bed. He's telling me he wants to feed me his cum as Luke is pounding me. Dillon is standing there and pumping his cock. He tells me to open my mouth and shoves his cock in just as he explodes. He’s filling my mouth, pulls out a bit and continues cumming on my face. As he goes soft, he enters my mouth and tells me to clean his dick. Just as I’m cleaning his cock, Luke tenses up, screams he is Cumming and proceeds to dump his load in my ass. PAUL is licking the cum from my face. I’ve still got Luke’s cock in my ass as Dillon starts getting dressed. As Dillon leaves, PAUL, Luke and I lay back in the bed. PAUL is laying next to me on the right and he’s telling me how fucking hot it is seeing these cocks load my hole and I’m so open he can see the cum mixing deep in my ass. I've still not cum and not sure I can at this point. I've been edged so far, I've just gotten used to it and am only interested in getting these guys off. Luke then pulls me in and is spooning me. He soon re-enters my ass and slowly starts fucking me again. He is gliding in and out and you can hear the sloppiness of my ass, filled with cum. It doesn’t take long and I hear Luke announce he is cumming again. As he finishes, PAUL decides it’s his turn again, enters my ass starts speeding up and is soon pounding my ass hard. He is ramming in and out of my ass again and again. He soon shouts that he is cumming again and is going to mix his load, breeding my ass, mixing his cum with the others. Now spent, the three of us lay back and wrap around each other as we come down off of this round of fucking. I've still not cum but am completely and utterly satisfied We lay there a while relaxing and chatting. I start to feel cum dripping out my ass. PAUL reaches behind me grabs it up, shoves a load in my mouth and then does the same for himself. Completely satisfied, we lay there a while in each others arms. We let Luke know he is our favorite of the evening and we will definitely be calling him again. He’s definitely up for it. As Luke rolls over and gets up I glance over at him and for the first time see a small scorpion tatt on his waist with the stinger dripping. He notices me staring, smiles, bends down to kiss me and lets me know his loads are toxic then heads to rinse off in the shower. As it starts to hit me I’ve had multiple poz loads tonight, I start to freak a bit. PAUL tells me he is proud of me and lets me know, I truly have become a no loads refused cum dump this evening. Paul pulls me back in, begins kissing me and as I calm down, it comes to me, that maybe this is what I really needed all along.

Absolutely uncut. The most friction is in his shaft rather than against the anal lining and also if the dick is meant to be huge and the cut takes too much skin off you end up with the wicked curve and don’t get the full size you were intended to have. Its there for a reason. i was completely ignorant to the facts about what i now call the first act of child abuse, aka circumcision which takes the part that has the most nerve endings and is key to enjoying the maximum possible pleasure for both parties. I never discriminated but I did have a preference for cut until I got educated by an incredible friend and fb who taught me all about foreskin and the differences between cut and uncut from both ends of fucking . That skin is magical.

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007 - Ruined Raff opened the door. He and Dev said nothing as Dev entered. Raff just nodded down the hallway towards us, then went back into Jesse’s room. Dev stomped towards us, his chunky boots making each step feel like it was shaking the room. That tattoo really did go everywhere. His face was covered in so much black ink, a person would be forgiven for not even realizing he was white, from a distance. His hair was a short mohawk, and he had a look of pure fury on his face. He wore a white vest, though even as he entered the front room, he pulled it off and threw it to one side. He took one look at Jesse. “Fuck off.” He barked, and those two words were the closest thing to a complete sentence I’d ever hear him say. Jesse instantly shot off and, winking at me, scampered off towards his room. I was completely alone, with this diseased madman. He gripped me by the hair and yanked me off the sofa, onto my knees. My scalp burned with pain, and I let out a yelp, but Dev clearly didn’t care. He thrust my face into his denim crotch, and instantly, the smell of his body filled me. It was disgusting and intoxicating at the same time. I tried pulling away, terrified by how rough he was, but that only made it worse, as he slapped me with the hand that wasn’t holding me in place. Once he was sure I’d stopped resisting, that hand went to his belt buckle. In one smooth movement, he got everything undone and pulled his cock out - no underwear to slow him down. It was a deadly weapon hanging before me, not quite fully hard yet, but still huge. The chunk of metal hanging out of the tip must have added a couple of extra pounds to the weight by itself. It scraped against my teeth as he forced it into my mouth. There was nothing for me to do except kneel and take it. I was powerless. Dev didn’t even let me control how to suck his cock, he just held my head still and fucked my mouth. His dick wasn’t as big as Raff’s, but the piercing made it much harder to manage, and Dev showed no mercy. I choked and gagged, snorting out of my nose, which earned me another smack. It was all I could do to keep my teeth open wide enough to not cause any problems. The feeling of the piercing bashing against the back of my throat made me want to throw up, but I knew that Dev wouldn’t stop even if I did, so I forced myself to keep it under control. It went on for what felt like ages, but I couldn’t get used to it the way that I would with any other dick. The shape of the piercing, and the force of Dev’s thrusts always felt unnatural, never becoming any easier to take. I couldn’t tell how deep he went, but my lips were definitely reaching the black tattoo. For a minute, I thought I might actually die choking on this monstrous cock, but it finally came to an end. Dev pulled out of my throat one last time, then smacked me once more, hard enough that, in my weak and confused state, I lost my balance and fell. My face was a mess, I could tell. My eyes were streaming tears down my face, while mucus and saliva dribbled out of my nose and mouth. Dev didn’t even seem to notice, much less mind. While I was trying to find my way back onto my knees, he went over to the mirror and made a line for himself. Judging by the length of the snort I heard, it must have been a pretty big one. I’d barely stabilized myself when Dev was back on me. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up, throwing me face down onto the sofa. Holding me down by the back of the neck with one hand, I felt the other on the buttplug that I had completely forgotten was there. The force he yanked it out at made me yelp, but my ass didn’t stay empty for long. I felt something cold and wet against my hole, as the piercing pushed into me, and then he was inside me. That infected monster was about to breed me, and I couldn’t stop him. He showed no more mercy on my ass than he did on my throat. With nothing more than my spit and the leftover lube from the plug, he rammed himself into me. I yelled out, but he didn’t relent. In just a couple of thrusts, I could feel his balls slapping against me, the full length of him tearing my ass apart. “Holy fuck!” I yelled. “Holy fucking fuck!” A couple more thrusts, and Dev was freely, easily pounding into me. My ass offered so little resistance to him, it was as if I got fucked like this every day of the week. My body was nothing more than a useless hole for Dev to fuck, but my head was swimming in the cocktail of drugs I’d dunked it into. Jesse’s voice seemed to echo around my head. He’s given me his gift. He’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you. I let out moans and whimpers. We’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men. Unbidden, images of Raff breeding Jesse came back into my head. My stomach felt like it was churning in a storm. For a minute, I thought I was still going to be sick, but I realized it was something else. Dev pulled out of me completely, and for a foolish second, I actually thought he was finished. But instead, he flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him, and what I saw was horrific, like some devil standing over me. He was sweaty and his face looked furious. I realized, far too late, that the symbol on his stomach was a biohazard mark. Some voice in the back of my brain found that quite funny. But it wasn’t the sight of him that horrified me. What horrified me was my own cock, rock hard, begging for attention. Dev pushed my legs up to get at my hole, and rammed himself back into me. He got something he always wanted, he just needs a few minutes to accept it, Raff’s voice said. Dev’s face twisted into a wicked grin as he stared straight into my eyes. Sweat dripped down from his face, onto mine. A drop landed near my lips and instinctively, I licked it up. There are people who would die for my cum. Dev shifted his arms, and suddenly, his hands were wrapping around my neck. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds. His grip tightened. He was strangling me, and my cock felt like it was going to explode. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ was all I could say, though with Dev choking me, it sounded more like weak grunts and gurgles than any kind of actual word. I was getting light headed, and my vision started going funny. Things went blurry, and Dev’s tattoos looked like they were moving. Was this a hallucination? I’d never hallucinated before. My brain made Dev’s face take on all sorts of horrific forms. One second, black horns seemed to be erupting from the tattoos on his head. The next, he looked like he was snarling like some horrible beast. For a moment, Dev was gone completely, replaced by anyone my mind felt like conjuring. Jesse, Reese, Raff, old partners and fuck buddies, even a teacher I’d had a crush on back in school. “Look at me!” Dev growled, and my eyes suddenly refocused on him. His face was turning red and he was gritting his teeth. His hands were still at my throat, though not quite so tight. He must have realized just how close to passing out I was. “Fuck! Fuck! Fucking take it, you cunt! Take it!” He yelled so loud it hurt my ears. He slammed all the way into my ass, and I could feel him erupt into me. It felt like an eternity as his balls unloaded their filth into my waiting ass, and I let out a long moan in time with the growling grunt that Dev was making. He started bucking his hips, fucking his load into me, even before he’d finished pumping it out. He stayed in me for a while longer, and we just looked at each other. His wicked grin was back, and he licked his lips, which made me smile, despite myself. My cock was still rock hard between us, but I didn’t want to do anything with it. All I cared about was the feeling in my hole. I’d been converted. That piercing must have torn my insides up, and Dev felt like he’d cum enough to fill a bathtub. There was no way his gift wasn’t already in my bloodstream. If I felt any panic about that then, the drugs completely drowned it out. Dev leaned forwards. I thought he was going to kiss me for a minute, but instead, he simply licked up the side of my face, tasting my sweat and leaving a trail of spit. He must have noticed my dick getting squashed between our stomachs, because when he moved back up, he looked down at it. With a gross snorting sound, Dev spat on my cock. The feeling made me gasp. He took hold of me, pumping my dick and covering it in his spit. It felt good. Finally, I felt him pull out of me. My body felt completely ruined, and all I could do was lay there, covered in all our fluids, as he pulled his jeans back up. Without another word, or even a look back, Dev turned and left the room, grabbing his vest as he went. A moment later, I heard the front door slam shut.

006 - Ink I stopped recording. When Raff finally pulled out of Jesse, it made a slick noise in the now oddly quiet room. Jesse didn’t move, or make any noise, just laying in the heap that Raff had dropped him into, breathing heavily. Raff slapped his ass, pretty hard, but even that didn’t seem to get much of a reaction. “Don’t worry.” Raff said to me. He must have seen the worry on my face. “He’ll be fine. Better than fine. He just got something he always wanted. He just needs a few minutes to accept it.” Something about that didn’t sound right in my head. He didn’t need to ‘accept’ Raff’s cock - he’d already taken the whole damn thing, and taken it like a champ. “Wait. You said you really wanted Jesse’s ass. If he really wanted you to fuck him as well, why has it taken this long for it to happen?” Raff laughed. “Because Jesse is a fucking tease. Aren’t you?” He turned to Jesse and slapped his ass again. This time, Jesse yelped and shot up. “See, there he is. How you feeling?” “Fucking incredible.” Jesse answered. His face was stained with tears, but his eyes weren’t watering anymore, and he was smiling. “I don’t know if I can hold it all in, though.” “Trust me, I fucked that load in so deep, it’ll come out your mouth before it comes out your ass. But just in case…” Raff took me by the arm and moved me so that I was standing behind Jesse, then pushed me to my knees. In my ear, he spoke again. “There are people who would die in order to get my cum, so I don’t like seeing it wasted. If there’s anything that Jesse can’t hold in his ass, it goes down your throat, understand?” I nodded. Jesse’s bubblebutt glistened with sweat and cum in front of me. Raff put his hand on the back of my head, and shoved me in. I instantly boroughed my tongue into Jesse. Part of my brain was still aware enough to register the bitter taste, yet it still tasted as sweet as anything I’d ever tasted, and felt a hell of a lot more slack than I remembered it from previous times I’d rimmed him. Jesse let out a moan, and collapsed into the sofa again. His hands reached back and pulled apart his cheeks, giving me better access. “Man, Jesse.” Raff said. “Your boy here really knows how to fall in line, doesn’t he?” Jesse moaned his agreement. “A good little bitch like this deserves a reward.” I felt movement at my ass. Raff took hold of the plug, and I let it ease slowly out of me. I really, really didn’t want it to go, but I also really wanted Raff’s ‘reward’. The plug popped out, and the feeling of not having anything in there was horrible. Instantly, I imagined how Jesse must feel not having Raff inside him, and tried to force my tongue even deeper inside. I could taste something salty, and realized some of Raff’s cum was trickling down. Just like Raff ordered, I didn’t allow any of it to escape me. I’d swallowed plenty of loads before, but eating it out of Jesse’s perfect ass made the taste so much more incredible. I moaned into Jesse’s ass, which made him laugh. There was a sharp pain at my hole. Raff was inserting another one of those ‘T’ crystals in me. This one wasn’t anywhere near as painful as the last. “Is this one smaller?” I asked, disappointed. Before he answered, Raff put his spare hand on the back of my head and shoved my face back into Jesse. “Nah man, this one is a little bigger. You’re just not as tense now. Don’t worry boys, we’ve got a long way to go before we stop going up.” The crystal was pushed as far in as Raff’s fingers could reach, so he replaced them with the plug, which he’d relubed. “There.” He said, and slapped my asscheek. Tingles shot from his hand into my skin and through my body. “Now you two keep each other company for a little bit while I take care of some things.” I was vaguely conscious of what Raff was doing behind us. He definitely went to the mirror first and had some more of his drug cocktail, but after that, I was too distracted to follow him as he moved around the flat. He and Jesse were talking about… Something, and whenever I heard my name in a way that sounded like a question, I made a noise of agreement, but I wasn’t paying attention at all. I was completely lost to everything that wasn’t the cum coming out of Jesse’s ass, or the drugs pumping into mine. I never wanted to move from that spot, or do anything else. I could have happily spent the rest of eternity with my face buried inside Jesse. Eternity would have to wait, though. Raff’s hands on my shoulders pulled me back into the room. “Damn, kid, surely you’ve got it all by now?!” He asked. I looked up at him, and became aware of my position. I was knelt down at Raff’s feet, looking up at his ripped body. My face was about level with his cock - which even in its current semi-hard state, looked bigger than anything I’d ever taken - so naturally I buried my face in that, instead. I started licking and sucking at his balls, hoping they might produce a load for me. Raff laughed, and I felt Jesse appear next to me, mimicking my actions. “God fucking damn. I was worrying about whether Jesse would survive this, now I don’t think I will. I’m going to need back up. Let’s see what we’ve got...” Raff sat down on the sofa and gestured for us to join him. Jesse stayed on the floor between his legs, still working at his cock, but Raff got me to stand, then took me by the hips and pulled me so I was straddling his lap, facing him. I could feel Jesse’s hair tickling my lower back as he played. “Right then, you…” One hand was holding his phone, looking through messages, but the other was on the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place. “You’ve never been bred before, right?” I laughed, and started to tell him I’d been fucked plenty of times, but he cut me off. “I didn’t ask if you’ve ever been fucked by some dumb little twink wearing a rubber! I asked if you’ve been bred before. Have you been taken by a real man, like I just took this bitch, and received his gift the way Jesse just received mine?” I bit my lip, and shook my head. Visions of the scene I’d just recorded flashed in my mind, except my brain seamlessly replaced Jesse’s body with my own. “Will you breed me?” I whimpered. “I want your gift.” I kissed at his neck as I spoke. “Please…” I heard a rumbling laughter come from Raff’s throat. “I know you do, kid. But there’s a problem…” He indicated downwards, and I realized that I’d been grinding myself into his abs. I’d been doing it so hard I didn’t understand how I hadn’t noticed it. “See, your greedy housemate just took my load, and it ain’t fair on you if I can’t give you every last drop for your very first time.” I whimpered again. I was honestly more interested in having him fuck me as hard as he’d fucked Jesse, than I was about how much he came in me. “Hey, don’t cry. Look here.” I looked at his phone as he scrolled through messages. They were all replies to a video he’d uploaded into a private group chat entitled ‘Sharers’ - Holy shit, it was the one I’d just recorded. I must have been rimming Jesse a lot longer than I’d realized, for him to have uploaded it, have other people watch it, and then receive comments. All the messages were reacting to ‘how fucking hot’ it was. Some said dull things like ‘wish I were there’ or ‘wish I were you’, calling Raff lucky. Others expressed desire to be my ‘converter’. One message caught my eye. ‘I’ll tear that little cunt apart. Where you at?’ “That one?” Raff replied when I pointed it out. He looked at the sender, then bellowed with laughter, so much so that his body shook. Being right on top of him meant I felt the vibrations go through me, as well. “I’ve shared with him before, but you sure you don’t want to set the bar a little lower? He ain’t kidding when he says he’ll tear you apart.” Raff showed me a photo, and I practically drooled. On any other day, it probably would have disgusted me, but right now, I wanted it. It was a dick pic, that must have been sent by a complete maniac. It was huge. It had a chunky piercing in the head. And there was a black tattoo on the shaft - it looked like it linked in with some pattern going all over the guys body, but I couldn't see much else. It looked dangerous. Raff must have seen the hunger in my eyes, because he didn’t wait for any further confirmation. He opened up a private chat with this person, and sent his location, along with the message “How quickly can you get here?” ~~~ The answer was ‘pretty damn quick’, but we still had time for a bit more messing around, just the three of us. More lines were snorted, more body parts licked and sucked at, and Raff shoved another crystal inside me. “Just an extra little one.” He explained. “You’re going to need all the help you can get with Dev.” Dev was the name of the tattooed man on his way round. “Fuck, boys. I’ve seen and done more conversions than I can count, but I ain’t ever going to forget tonight. You two dumb fucks won’t either.” I was so damn excited. Raff was constantly on his phone texting people, but every couple of minutes, I asked to see the photo again. Eventually, he went over to Jesse’s computer and loaded up a new video. It was a mess of a video, obviously filmed on a phone's camera by someone who could barely hold still. But I instantly saw Dev’s dick, and that was all I cared about. The recording never went higher than his belly button, but I could see that the black ink pattern on him must have gone all over his body. On his stomach, Dev had a symbol tattooed, that I recognised as a ‘danger’ symbol that I sometimes saw on bleach or in sci fi films. There was no piercing in his dick in this video, though. “Yeah, that’s pretty new. Dev’s become a lot more fucked up since he came off his meds.” Raff explained, when I pointed it out. In the video, Dev was fucking someone, and he was fucking them hard. Whoever it was, they were dark skinned and, from what little of them I could see, pretty young. They also weren’t moving very much, or making noise. There was definitely audio - Dev grunted as he pounded, and the cameraman didn’t know how to shut up, constantly saying ‘fuck yeah’ and ‘breed that stupid cunt’, and so on. I asked Raff if the guy was okay, which just made him laugh. “Yeah, he’s having the time of his fucking life. I’ve met him a few times and trust me, he’d have been pissed off if Dev had stopped. He’s just in a K hole there.” I didn’t know what a K hole was, but it was just one more odd term I let wash over me. The video ended as abruptly as it started. I didn’t see anything more of Dev, just a few sweet minutes of watching someone get wrecked the way I was about to get wrecked, and I knew that I wanted it bad. Jesse spoke up when the screen went to black. “How many people like this do you know, Raff?” He asked. “Tons.” Raff waved his phone in his hand. “And pretty much every single one of them wants to welcome you two to the group.” We both shot up at that. “Maybe once Dev has broken Toby in, we could make something happen?” He winked, and didn’t even wait for our excited agreement before he started making calls. He got up from the sofa, heading out of the room towards Jesse’s bedroom as he began talking to people. Jesse and I looked at each other, grinning like two kids at Christmas. He climbed on top of me and we began making out, grinding our useless dicks against each other. ‘Drone dick’ was such a weird sensation, since everything that touched my dick still felt the way it should, but it just didn’t seem to cause the reaction it was supposed to. By this point, I was well beyond caring, though. I put my hands on Jesse’s ass cheeks and squeezed them tight. “This is fucking incredible…” I told him when our mouths finally broke apart. “Fuck yeah…” He whispered into my ear, before kissing and sucking at my neck for a few minutes. I could hear Raff talking and occasionally laughing from the other room, but he wasn’t loud enough to make out what was being said. After a few minutes of gentle kissing, stroking and grinding, Jesse spoke again. His tone had changed a little. “Toby, you get what’s about to happen to you, right?” “I’m about to be split in half by some crazy guy with a massive dick?” I asked. “No.” Jesse grinned. “Well yeah, that too, but I mean… You know what Raff means when he says he’s converted me, right?” I thought it just meant that Raff had made Jesse his slut. ‘Converted’ him into a whore, or something like that. Jesse’s tone made it clear that I’d missed something, though, so I shook my head. “He’s poz.” Jesse said, and when he realized that I didn’t recognize the word. “HIV positive. When he says he’s given me his gift, he means he’s made me like him. And Dev is going to do the same to you.” My heart pounded in my chest. It had been doing that all evening, but now I was suddenly much more aware of it. I tried to speak, but Jesse cut me off. “Don’t freak out!” He said, and began kissing me all over, on the lips, the face, the neck, wherever he could reach. “You don’t get how great this is. I know it’s scary right now, but in a little bit, it’ll all be over, and we’ll both be free. No more fucking around with condoms and stupid rules. We can fuck like real men, like Raff and Dev.” Jesse looked me in the eye. “And we’ll be brothers, just like what Raff said, right?” I can’t remember if I thought of Reese then, but it was pretty damn clear that Jesse wasn’t. However, there was something about him that absorbed me. There was fire in his eyes, and he had never looked sexier. Besides, it was already too late, right? Raff was poz, and he’d fucked Jesse, and I’d eaten the cum right out of Jesse’s ass. Was I already poz too? There was a knock at the door. The photo of Dev: https://imgur.com/a/saeqBjB

Part 4 The directions to “Master Nick’s” were pretty simple. Rob strolled down Bourbon Street until he saw the adult video arcade the bartender had mentioned and he took a left at the next cross street. Two more blocks and there it was there on the corner. There was quite a bit of foot traffic in this area and the store had a big display window, so it was a legit business for sure. He walked in the door and stopped dead in his tracks. “Wow, he thought; “I have never seen so much gear in one place”. He didn’t know where to begin. He started aimlessly wandering around the store. However as soon as he realized that all eyes were staring at him he snapped back to his usual self. “Of course all these cocksuckers want me,” he mused “look at them following me around wanting my big cock”. When he stopped to examine some leather cuffs, an obvious pussy boy appeared a few feet away and put his hands into some heavy metal manacles hanging on display and licked his lips. On the other side of him was another guy running his hands up and down a huge dildo with the same sex crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly there was a voice behind him. “Can I help you find something Sir?” It startled him but as he turned to respond, a sneer immediately came to Rob’s face. The store clerk standing there was old enough to be his grandfather. He looked a lot like the effeminate leather queens from his hometown bar - weathered and wrinkled. It was obvious in Rob’s mind that the guy had years of experience as a cum dump. This guy had no pecs, the leather harness over his t-shirt hung loosely over his flat chest, and the leather chaps he wore over his jeans did nothing but make his ass look soft and flabby. The clerk continued, “My name is Jerry, I be happy to help you find the right fit. We have a couple dressing rooms back there for you to use try things on.” Rob glanced to the back of the store and saw the curtained booths that Jerry was referencing. There were already a couple of other store patrons back there loitering around. Rob’s immediate thought was, “Certainly those whores are just back there to try to get a quick peek of something they are never going to get.” Rob just shook his head in disgust and said he’d be fine on his own. That comment didn’t seem to faze Jerry at all and he kept closely following Rob through the store. He continuously asked Rob if he needed to try on something. In reality Rob did want to try some of this gear; that was the whole point shopping here. He wanted a fit that would accentuate his muscles and make all the bottoms weak in the knees. He just didn’t want give this slut the pleasure of serving him. “Hey Jerry, can you help those guys over there by the slings, they have a couple of questions?” boomed a deep voice behind Rob. Jerry nodded and went over to the slings as requested. “Sorry about that dude, Jerry gets a little carried away with his fantasies sometimes when he sees a guy like you.” Rob turned, and standing there was a tall built masculine guy about his height. Although he was probably five to ten years older than himself, Rob could tell the man spent some serious time at the gym. The man extended his hand and said “My name is Nick”. Rick firmly shook his hand. “I’m Rob. You’re Nick as in Master Nick? “ Nick chuckled and said “That’s me, I’m the owner. I’m sorry again if Jerry was bothering you, if you find something you like here I’ll give you a discount for the trouble.” “This place can be a little overwhelming; can I help you find something?”. Rob explained to Nick that his first priority was to find some items that showed off his body and that he had some bad experiences in the past ordering things on the internet. “Do you want leather, latex, rubber or what…?” “I’m not sure where to start, but I probably want a couple of jocks as well” Rob replied as he grabbed a hanger with a red jock on it. Nick started roaring with laughter “Oh, you don’t want that jock, look at the back!” Rob actually blushed as he looked at the back strap and saw the words “FUCK ME” written in big block letters. Nick took the jock from Rob’s hand, hung it back on the rack and stated “Dominate Tops like you and I wouldn’t be caught dead in something like that.” “Let me pull a few different things I think you’ll like and that will have all the bottom boys worshipping at your feet.” Within five minutes Nick had a handful of items and beckoned to Rob to follow him. ”Let’s get you into these and see what you think – follow me”. The two walked back towards the changing booths, but once they reached them, Nick continued a few more feet to a large door, reached for his key ring on his belt and unlocked the door. He motioned to Rob to follow. Rob obliged but as he reached the door he asked “What’s back here?” Nick explained that this area contained some of the larger bondage equipment and that it was used for customer demonstrations as well. “I thought you’d appreciate some privacy since you’ve had an audience from the moment you walked in.” “We also have some bigger mirrors back here so it will be easier for you to see how you look.“ When Rob saw the bondage table, fuck bench, wooden stocks as well as assorted cages and slings he asked “Why do you keep the door locked, I bet customers would love to see this stuff?”. “I personally was actually thinking of getting some things like this for the basement of the house I rent.” Nick smiled - “Well this equipment is for sale if you are interested, we discount it because it’s been used for demos, but to answer your question about the locked door – we had issues in the past with guys going to the changing booths on the pretense of trying on clothes and they then would sneak back here and play unsupervised.” “We had a couple guys that didn’t know what they were doing and they got hurt.” “It’s not intuitive for guys that aren’t Dom’s like us as to how to use this stuff.” “Anyway, the insurance company suggested that we keep the area locked when we weren’t using it for supervised demos, classes or events.” Nick handed Rob a pair of leather pants and a harness and then pointed to a door along the side wall. “Here try these on; you can use the bathroom over there.” “There is no mirror inside but you but you can step out here in the main room to see how you look – Don’t worry your friend Jerry can’t come in and molest you or anything, I relocked the back entrance.” As Rob took the gear and headed to change, Nick walked over to a laptop sitting on nearby desk and clicked on an icon. Soon the screen was filled with the image of Rob removing his clothes. Nick smiled knowing that Rob’s smooth chiseled chest, abs and ass would look good on film. Rob’s big cock and low hanging balls would certainly drive up his popularity. Rob emerged from the bathroom and smiled broadly as he saw himself in the mirror. You could hear the excitement in his voice as he exclaimed “This is what I was talking about; I look hot!” Nick nodded in agreement and walked over to Rob to adjust the harness. Ron cocked his head as he noticed the difference in how much better he looked from that simple adjustment. Nick said, “Looks good but let me show something: Take that harness off and put on this one”. Rob quickly obliged and stepped back to see the difference. “This is more of a half harness; see how the way the cut shows off your pecs more?” asked Nick. “Oh yeah, this is much better!” exclaimed Rob. “I’m sorry I am sweating all over the place, I must be turning myself on.” “Actually,” replied Nick; "it is a lot warmer back here than the front of the store, we don’t pump the AC up as much in this area unless there is something going on with a crowd”. With that Nick walked over to a nearby water fountain and took a drink.” Rob walked over to the fountain as well and took a deep drink. As he finished drinking, he grimaced and turned to Nick to say “Your water has a funny taste to it, almost medicinal.” “Yeah, I forgot you aren’t from here and don’t have much experience with the local tap water.” “The last hurricane that hit the area did some major damage to the utility infrastructure; they have to add a lot of chemicals to our drinking water.” “Believe it or not, that water fountain actually has some extra features to try to help enhance the water to make it better.” Nick then continued, “It’s important though to keep yourself hydrated; you wouldn’t believe how many tourists the city gets that drink alcohol all day and quickly end up drunk and collapse from the heat and dehydration.” “They either forget or just don’t realize how much alcohol dehydrates a person.” A lightbulb went off in Rob’s head; He was one of those people that had forgotten about the dehydrating effects of the heat, humidity and alcohol. He subsequently leaned down and took another long drink from the fountain. “One perk about the situation though, is it leaves a lot of weakened bottoms, ripe for the picking” chuckled Nick. “Yeah but I don’t ever bottom and that would never happen to me!” responded Rob with a snide tone in his voice. “I don’t either," said Nick; “but for Dom Tops like us, the dehydration can lead to performance problems and makes it harder to cum multiple times when we are looking to play all night.” Rob took another drink of water. Nick hadn’t lied to Rob per se. The fountain did have features to treat the water, but they weren’t anything like a filter for removal of chemicals. On the contrary, when someone pushed the button to get a drink, a small amount of a specially designed chemical mixture was released into the water flow. The purpose was not to reduce inhibitions, but to increase the level of horniness. The blend of pharmaceuticals and botanicals was meant to keep a cock rock hard, increase sexual desire as well increase cum volume. When events were held in the backroom of the store, the drink was affectionately referred to as “Fuck Water”. Based on the amount of water Rob had drunk so far, he would likely be uncontrollably horny for many hours to come. In fact, based on the bulge forming in his leather pants, the Fuck Water was already beginning to work as intended. An idea suddenly came to Rob. He should get a couple of pics of himself in this gear. He could then upload them and update his BBRT profile. That way later tonight, he’d have a whole lineup of hungry bottoms begging to take his cock. Therefore Rob asked “Hey Nick, do you mind if I take a couple of selfies, just to remind myself what I look like in this outfit as I try on others?” “Sure thing bud, I imagine your phone is in the bathroom with your clothes, let me grab it for you”. As Nick returned with Rob’s phone he said “If you want I can take a couple shots for you, that way you can get your whole body in the pic.” Rob nodded in agreement and started to pose. “OK, Rob, first thing though, you need to grab a pair of boots from over there and put them on. The whole scene kind loses its effect with you dressed in leather wearing those flip flops.” After Rob changed, Nick handed Rob his phone and said he needed to unlock it if he wanted some pics. As Rob punched in the passcode, Nick closely watched from behind and committed the code to memory. Nick took a couple of quick pics and then handed Rob a pair of metal handcuffs. “Here, hold these up and dangle them from your finger; now flex and grab that bulge of yours with your other hand”. “Now that is the money shot!” Nick handed the phone to Rob to show him the picture. Rob grinned ear to ear and said, “Hell yeah, those worthless pussy bottoms are going to fight amongst themselves to get fucked hard and rough by me!” Nick looked at Rob and said, “You know if I used a shot like that in some advertising, I’d make a lot of money.” “But now that you have seen yourself in a cruising look, let me show you another look that is a little more functional in a sex party situation.”

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

Fucken hot dude

Damn we are off to a good start here

fuckin hot i wanna hear more!

Not quite sure if I'd get one for my bedroom but if I'm cruising in the bathhouse or any other location and the sling is free, I'm the first to be in it. It also doesn't take very long for the first three or four guys standing, watching and taking turns fucking and breeding my cunt.

I dried out and thanked Allan & Bob for inviting me. I got dressed (and watch the guy on the couch still hunt for t and still fuck himself with the dildo) and left. I was still horny as hell but tomorrow would be another day. NYC adventurs (Part 2) I woke up the next day and I was slightly tweaked and was still feeling like a cheap slut as well. I was still horny and needed it bad. I jumped onto my computer and went searching for some pig play. I found a guy I was interested in and after some e-mailing back and forth we exchanged phone numbers. I asked him the usual questions, Top, Bottom, HIV status, party enhancers etc. Stephen was a versi bottom, was positive and liked to party. I told Stephen that I was slightly tweaked and had just been fisted last night and that I was playing `slightly pink' at the moment. Stephen had no problem with any of that. Stephen had been fisted last night as well-- he was horny, loosen him up and his usual fisting buddies were away. I knew we were going to have a good time. I threw on some clothes, hopped into a cab and got to his apartment on the Upper East Side. A very handsome, naked man answered the door. He was about 5' 8", muscular (but not overly so), Italian with short dark wavy hair. I realize now what a fist pig I am. Whenever I am introduced to someone, I always check out their hands and think -- can I fit that up my cunt? Steven had beautifully tapered fingers and small hands!!!! He asked me to come in and make myself comfortable. I rushed to take off my clothes and Stephen went into the kitchen to get me a drink. My ass hole was dripping with anticipation and Stephen led us through the apartment and into his bedroom. It was a very big bedroom with a California King sized bed in the center of it. He was already prepared for the evening - he had an old quilt spread out on the bed and on the bed was a very extensive collection of toys. Also in the bedroom were two large cans of Crisco, paper towels, fresh bottles of poppers and glass pipes. Stephen lay down on the bed and asked me to make myself comfortable. Other than his beautiful head of hair, Stephen was completely hairless. His ex-lover had insisted on him being hairless and he got into the habit (even though it was a huge pain in the ass to maintain.) He was also sporting a very nice, very thick 7" cock. I felt a little embarrassed being so hairy and so tina dicked. Stephen told me not to worry. He told me that I wasn't too hairy and he loved to milk scum and piss out of limp dicks. Stephen grabbed a joints off of the night stand and offered it to me while he refilled his pipe. Never wanting to be rude I gladly accepted. Tina makes me unbelievable horny but it comes over me gradually. Pot goes immediately to man pussy and makes it wet. We took turns smoking the joint and the glass dick - shot gunning both smokes between us. We kept smoking until we finished the bowl. I got very fucked up and horny very quickly. I was ready to get into some good kunt loving. So I lay back and let Stephen inspect my slimy ass hole (but kept toking on the end of the joint.) He was very impressed with the previous evening's work. He immediately wanted to dive in and cracked open one of the cans of Crisco and tossed me a bottle of poppers. He chose the Jumbo Jack dildo to start off. He liberally greased my man cunt and slid that baby in to the hilt with no resistance. He was impressed and I knew that we were in for a good time. I found an ashtray and put the roach in it, turning over so I would be on my hands and knees without letting the dildo slip from my ass. I cracked open the popper, took a huff and told him I was ready. Stephen slipped his hand into my gaping shithole. He commented on how loose and warm my shit hole was. All of his playing with me brought out the pig slut in me and he was piston fisting me in no time. I was lost in a hazy of pot, poppers and the tina in my system. Stephen kept rubbing up against my prostate and a slow but steady stream of cum oozed out of my dick. Stephen stopped fisting me to drink my nectar. I told Stephen it was his turn and asked him if he preferred to be on his hand and knees or on his back. He was quickly on his back and legs in the air. His ass was pale white, which was set off against his two bronzed muscular thighs. Before anything I had to eat his beautiful pink rose bud. This man was not stranger to having his ass eaten out. He bucked like a wild bronco, thrusting his luscious hole into my cruel mouth, lips and teeth. He cried out for me to chew his cunt harder and I knew we would have fun. After I feasted on his ass juices, I looked up to see him greasing up a very thick (about 4" in diameter) dildo. I looked at him as to say, are you sure about this? But his lusty `yes' was all I needed to hear. He fished around for another loaded pipe and heated up the bowl The huge dong slid quite easily into Stephen's greedy little hole. He asked me to slowly push it in and out of his pussy while he huffed on the glass dick. I grabbed a large butt plug, filled my greedy little hole and obliged. Stephen would writhe on the bed, suck back the smoke and coo to me how good this felt. Stephen beckoned me to kiss him, taking a hit of the tina from his lungs. I lingered on his full lips as I drew in the smoke. I could see the T hit his pussy as his eyes rolled back into his head. He put the pipe back into the ashtray and grabbed his poppers. He took a big huff of poppers and grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide. He then told me to take his cunt- it was for me. He was gapingly open and my closed fist slide easily into him and up to his second ring. I hesitated - checking to see if he was ok. Stephen's eyes were closed and a beautiful blissed out expression filled his face. "Fuck that hole" he whispered. I twisted my fist to take the turn in his colon and he moved with me. I started to slowly rock him on my fist and he met my every move. I picked up the pace and he pressed his feet on my shoulder to give him leverage. I was moving my closed fist back and forth over his `second ring' and he continued to moan and suck more poppers. I moved my hand lower and he sensed what I was about to do and told me to punch fist him. My fist went in and out of his hole with no resistance and he never lost that expression on his face. He had reached Nirvana. Suddenly his cock flopped once then again against his taut belly and shot his delicious seed across. I pushed my fist deeper -- about mid forearm and helped myself to the banquet he spread before me. Without removing my arm from his warm and happy hole, I leaned up to kiss him. He happily accepted my lips and his jism. We fisted each other two more times. He tried to double fist me also but I was starting to get crampy so that didn't happen but he did use both his hands in rapid succession. It was a blur of feelings because he also alternated working jumbo dildos up my gaping man pussy. Boy was I happy for his smallish hands. The feeling was wild. I shuddered with a total body orgasm and began shooting cum and piss out of my shriveled cock, which Stephen happily drank. After that, I had to take a break and it was Stephen's turn to be the wild pig slut. While I sat back resting, Stephen lay in front of me and proceeded to cram four of the smaller dildos into his ass at the same time. He could then take one or two of them out at a time and insert them back in. We lay on the greasy quilt and caught our breath. Stephen said that it was time for him to take a break. I headed to the bathroom with Stephen. We had a final time at fisting by playing hide the soap up each others ass and then pulling it out.

Note: This may not make sense, but the comment was originally made in a thread that listed a bunch of porn stars - then I pulled out the stuff on Fred Mayer into it's own thread.