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Luke’s First Speedball Fistfuck Luke tried very, very hard to keep the huge mouthful of piss in his mouth. It was rank, and so potent he could feel the chems start to burn through the thin membranes of his mouth, and his desire to be filled began to build. As his master inserted his huge cock, semihard, into Luke, Luke’s hole suckled around the dick, hungry for the fuck. The General laughed, “Hungry pink whore pussy.” The General waited until he felt Luke’s hole gobble and accommodate his cock—probably only 10 inches now—and then when he felt his was deep in the boy, he began to piss. And piss. And piss. When Luke was already showing signs he was starting to fly, moving and bucking and begging, the General pulled out and pissed a huge load into the boys first chamber. The General knew from decades of experience that he’d just given the boy the equivalent of a large, deep, chempiss enema. Enough liquid that the boy’s hole was being stretched as if he’d been giving an extra large, stretching enema. But this enema was warm, and filled with pent up hours of Tina recycled through the big man’s body. He also knew that Luke was fundamentally, at his core, dehydrated—when boys served the General, the only fluids they ever received were from his cock—piss and cum in one hole or the other—and Luke’s hole would desperately try to suck the water up and that within say twenty minutes the hole would be nearly dry. So the General needed to move quickly to make the liquid stretch the boys hole more—and also, he needed the boy to fail in his task of holding the piss in his mouth. The General needed to punish the boy again before stretching that ass to oblivion. And so the General, who never played fair anyway with his slaves, decided to show Luke just how unfair he could be. He walked over to his large duffle and pulled out a relatively innocuous looking toy. It was only about six inches in length, with a series of ribs going up to a small accordion ball, with a series of small rubber nibs. The size was deceptive—at full inflation, the entire toy including the ball at the end was 14 gut-swelling inches. But the part that the General loved the most was the ball at the end. When fully inflated it was a screaming-stretch for any pig, just a little smaller than a volleyball at 21 inches of circumference. He had never brought it to its full size in a man’s second hole, but he had a few times made it that large in an experienced sluts first hole—most recently an older fistpig in a Berlin dungeon. But the beauty of the toy was its outrageous size when fully inflated. And since the General mostly loved to stretch and use holes on younger men, the experience for them was that the General had the ability to stretch and push them indefinitely, that the General could stretch their hole forever. And so the General slipped the ball into Luke’s already full first chamber. The boys body had already absorbed some but not all of the moisture from the piss, as General could hear it slosh around. Then the General started to pump the toy. For quite a while Luke was very into the stretch, moaning and gurgling around his huge mouthful of the General’s piss. After the thing got to be the size of a golf ball, it lodged itself at Luke’s anus, and the General tugged it tight, partially plugging the boys hole. Soon enough Luke’s ass was high in the air, his back arched up trying to accommodate the stretch. Now that he really had the little whore’s attention the General slowed everything down, using languid pushes to pump air slowly into the rubber nibbed ball. When he got the ball to 7 inch’s in circumference, the thing pushing liquid deeper into Luke’s gut while stretching his little ass ring unforgivingly, Luke’s lost control, and piss bubbled out of his lips while he tried to swallow. The General just smiled, “I can’t wait to punish you for that,” and then he pumped two full hard pumps. Now Luke howled, “Fuck, master, please sir, it’s too much.” But the General wasn’t done. He kept slowly inflating the toy, as Luke struggled. Finally the General gave Luke a bottle of poppers. And while this allowed Luke to accommodate the tough stretch, it also meant the General could do even more boypussy stretching. The General stopped by about an inch and half short—at 8.5 inches around—of the huge 10-13 inch diameter Annihilator dildo Luke had begged Jason and Enrique to use. The General wanted to be sure to save some room for a later session—either later that night or another time. Once the General was satisfied that 8.5 was a good size for now, he began to push the big ball into Luke’s second ring. He had no intention of actually doing it without deflating the thing, but he was sure going to enjoy trying. At first Luke clearly felt a little panic—he’d taken larger fists and arms through that hole hours ago, not to mention the General’s monster cock—but the taut little ribbed rubber stretchy ball was a difficult shape. But then he decided—as much as his over-served brain could decide anything—to make the best of it and kept himself high on the poppers. Luke was at this point an extremely hot-looking, hot mess. His body definition was out of this world due to the abuse his body had been put through, and he was drenched in sweat. He was probably the highest he had been yet, his eyes coal black with need and desire. And his ass? His ass was on fire and belonged entirely to the General. The General kept a firm, strong push going on the ball, using the little ribs for purchase, slowly pushing forward with an insistent rhythm. Luke’s inner hole flexed and bowed, but it wouldn’t let the ball in. So then the General started to let tiny amounts of air out, making the ball ever so slowly smaller. Slowly the ball became a size where it could start to slip into the second hole, and so the General slowed down until the ball was just small enough that it popped in. At the penetration Luke jumped a little with a little scream, then he moaned with pleasure, “Oh sir, please, sir, need deep stretch.” The General just smiled his cold smile and gave the ball two pumps. “Make me proud and push that out.” So Luke’s pushed and pushed, sweat dripping from his hair, and then finally he succeeded and the thing came flying out with a shout. The played this game for a while. The General would push the toy in, give a pump or two, then wait patiently while Luke pushed and moaned it out. Then the toy went back in—with no loss of air—the General pushing firmly and insistently while Luke puffed on his poppers, shouting again as the ball went in. Finally, it got to the point where, even after 15 minutes of trying, the ball wouldn’t come out. So the General began to pump. As he pumped Luke started a kind of low, almost song like groan, as he started to get desperate the General paused, scooped a big bump of Tina up and put it into his upper palm and closed his hand into the first fisting shape, the bird. The big bird went flying into Luke’s hole straight through to the inner passage where he slowly pushed the ball a little deeper. Luke was totally rigid now as the big man plastered Tina on the back side of the ball and then dumped the rest into Luke’s hole. Luke gave a little cry at the burn, then as the General folded his hand and pulled out, Luke gave a small scream as his hole connected with the bigger pile on the back of the ball. The new, extra dose of Tina made Luke forget, again, his need for self-preservation and so the General pumped, slowly, some more. After a few pumps he reached around and felt the bulge of the rubber ball through in Luke’s fat-free abs. It was probably an inch smaller than it had been in Luke’s outer hole—a good place to leave it. But Luke’s hole didn’t want to leave it, and soon his colon was insulating, pushing the toy ever so slightly back and forth. So the General pumped again, going and going until finally it was too much, and Luke was rigid and panting. “Who owns that hole?” the General demanded. “You do, sir, it’s all yours sir,” Luke managed, voice ragged with pain. And so the General gave two more pumps until Luke began a low keening, and the General left it in place and went to gather a whip and some more supplies to punish and fist the boys hole. The General gathered his heavily-laced fisting lube, another pair of tit clamps, and a small box which contained the crushed remains of several opium suppositories. Holding this all in one giant hand, he grabbed his single-tail whip with the other. As he strode over he grinned—fuck this whore made him happy—because Luke had clearly gotten used to and started loving the stretch. He was still dripping sweat and moaning, but now with pleasure as he undulated his ass and torso around the big ball. Deciding the boy could use the hydration, the General gently lifted Like by his shoulder until his ass rested on his ankles. The big ball shifted down, putting pressure on his colon, and Luke panted. The General paused, fascinated to watch the bulge descend down Luke’s abs until it must have lodged again his second hole. The General lifted Luke’s now jet-black eyes to his own, “You thirsty, pigwhore?” Luke paused, as if thinking about something other than the fiery need in his ass was somehow novel, and said, “Yes, sir.” “Drink me, then, drink from the lord of your body,” the General commanded. And so Luke guzzled the foul chempiss to quench his thirst. After that, they played the push the ball out game for about one half hours with Like struggling fruitlessly to expel the big ball. And then the ball got small enough that it didn’t expel all the way, but instead got lodged right in the middle of Luke’s second ring. Seeing this has a sign from the universe, the General then proceeded to very determinedly stretch that second ring. It only took a few pumps for the toy to start to really stretch the boys deep ring. Luke huffed and puffed on his poppers and did pretty well at first. But as intended, he soon began to suffer. He had his chest pressed flat against the floor, his ass reared up, and he would grown and moan as he tried to take the pain. Luke begged, “Please, sir, give me a minute to get used to it, please sir.” So the General complied. Giving Luke exactly one minute and Luke would groan and then the Tina would kick in and he would indeed relax. Then the second the minute ended, the General would give two big quick pumps and start again. The General did this over and over until the toy was just about the size of the annihilator’s head—he’d slipped his hand inside the boys hole and felt the thing— and then he stopped. Luke was groaning continuously and shaking like a leaf, so great was the shock of the stretch. The General stroked his big cock and watched one of his favorite sights in the world, an already-destroyed twink being pushed to their limits, as Luke’s face cycled through feelings of pain, then shock as some part of him registered the giant ball, then lust as the Tina made him crave it more, then shame that he could continue to desire his own destruction. The General then prepared Luke’s first speedball as he combined a several big scoops of the crushed opium and a big pile of Tina. He then walked his box of opium over to his bag and dropped it in. He knew to only give a boy a dose once, because the opium stayed in his system longer, so it couldn’t be microdosed or given multiple times in a way that would work. He then divided the two doses up, and then mixed quite a bit more Tina with one pile. He scooped up the first, more balanced opium-Tina pile, slid it in his palm and closed his fist around it. “I am about to fuck you up, boy,” the General said, as he slid his balled fist into the boys second chamber. He opened his hand and began pressuring the combined drug mixture against the boys cunt walls. Delivery into the bloodstream through the thin flesh was quick, and burning, and Luke whimpered. Then he felt the strange high of the combination and his hole loosened and so the General stretched his inner hole steadily. By the time the boy was rigid again—the relaxant could only do so much—the toy was approaching the 13 inch’s around of the anihilators shaft. The boy was gone, riding imaginary clouds of bliss from the opium while the Tina kept a steady beat, demanding that his hole be used. The General kept him here for a couple of minutes then quickly deflated the toy and pulled it out. He got Luke up on his hands and knees, ass raised, and whispered, “Punishment time.” Luke nodded, gone to the world. The General stood to the side and lashed a perfect single strait welt across the middle of Luke’s ass. Luke cried out, “Fuuuuuck,” and his body levitated up and then down and he collapsed. The General reached down and grabbed Luke by the hair and put him in position on his hands and knees, back arched to present his ass and head up to increase the line of his back. “Now that I’ve got your attention, this is your position. You will get out of position because this single-tail hurts like a motherfucker but you will try to stay in position. If you collapse again or don’t immediately return to position, that’s an extra lash. I am pleased you’ve already earned one extra lash.” Luke kept his position but groaned. And so Luke got three more stripes on his ass, then two to form an ‘x’ on his back. Each time he shouted or keened, but then the drugs would kick in and he’d moan and get himself ready for more. When the General stood at each of Luke’s sides, and delivered a lash from the right and then another from the left that started in the middle of his back and then reached around and struck his abdomen, Luke screamed and cried, almost completely loosing it before regaining control. After delivering two final, full arm strength burning welts to Luke’s ass the General tossed aside his whip. He quickly dumped the rest of the snow ball—this one with twice the meth of the first dose—into a lube tube and filled it with fresh chempiss and fisting powder. The General pushed Luke’s head down, “Chest flat to ground, ass up and cheeks open, make your back a straight line.” Luke complied, holding his asscheeks wide. His hole was like a living thing, winking and flexing. “Hungry boywhore,” the General said, sliding the tube into the boy. He kept sliding and Luke was so high he didn’t even notice how deep it was. Once the hose was buried, the General quickly dumped the entire huge load of Tina and opium in the boys ass. The burn was the most intense Luke had felt, and he started yelling. The General slid the tube out, balled up his fist and gently slipped it inside the boy. Then in a show of raw animal strength he grabbed Luke by the throat and in one motion picked the boy up by the fist speared in his ass and by his throat. He held the boy up by his throat and spun him to face him. The boy was scrambling, trying to hold on and he grabbed the General’s huge shoulders. Overwhelmed by sensations, Luke’s eyes were wide, as he slid down until the big fist was at his second door. The General reached forward and wrapped his big hand around the boy’s much smaller throat and he squeezed, cutting of Luke’s air supply. Luke panicked and his arms went to his throat, his eyes begging the General, and as he did so the new dose of opium and Tina kicked fully in and his second hole opened and the big fist went into the hole in little fits and starts. When the fist was lodged fully into that second ring, stretching at the widest part across the huge knuckles, the General released his death grip, and grabbed Luke by the top of his hair and held him in place. Luke was swimming in sensations, lust and euphoria from what was essentially a Tina slam deep in his guts, relaxation and yet more euphoria from the opium, and all of these were overriding any pain message he body should have been sending. Luke was aware of the stretch, but his body only told him that he needed more. The General walked him the few steps over and gently put him into the sling, fist still lodged at its widest point in the second hole. The whole process of huge drug dose to massive penetration took mere seconds, but in those seconds the General altered the sexual wiring of little Luke. Luke looked at him with total adoration, fueled yes by the drugs, but also for the way the General represented the apex of the masochistic desires the men had been bringing out over several days. The General handed the boy poppers and began to fist. He worked slowly and methodically, leaving his big balled fist in the middle of the boys second hole, as he slowly and gently began twisting and turning the boys inner ring. He wanted to make sure Luke could stilll register pain so he slowly expanded the shape of his hand. Luke grunted, “Fucking big fist.” Good the General thought, the dosage was perfect. Enough to allow the General to do outrageous things to the boys hole but not sure much that he couldn’t see feedback from the boy and prevent permanent damage. The General was gentle, and first he worked the boys hole from the first ring to the second ring. After about half an hour, the boy was loose enough that he could begin punching fucking the boy gently. He slowly sped up as the hole loosened, churning the boys guts by twisting and turning as he went in and out, until after about another 1/2 hour he was delivering five short brutal closed fist punches followed by four slightly deeper ones knocking on the boys second ring. Luke was enthusiastic about it all, emitting a kind of sing song keening moan of pleasure. The General was careful to only occasionally allow his fist to tease the boys second hole. Soon, though, the fire the General had banked deep inside the boy began to blaze and Luke became dissatisfied with the relatively shallow fisting and began to beg, “Deeper, please master, fist me deeper,” desperation growing in his voice as the General ignored him. Finally, when Luke’s second hole began to push back and Luke kept trying to capture the big fist, the General smoothly pushed his balled fist inside the boys second ring. Luke sighed and groaned, despite his desires it was still a big stretch. The General then set up to systematically destroy the boy’s inner ring just as he had his first hole.

It's always hot when you meet a new master that turns out to be the real deal rather than just a fantasist that is all talk. Been chatting to a guy on Fabguys for a while who seemed to want exactly what I was offering and wanted to give me just what I needed, hot anonymous gangbang breeding sessions. It took a while for our schedules to line up but fuck was it worth it. We'd discussed everything beforehand including limits, safeword, and requirements. The session was to be totally anonymous and I wasn't permitted to see Sir at all until I'd taken the loads of all the guys he invited over and his fist was deep inside my cumfilled cunt. With the rules set I was given the address and I let myself in and got ready in a bathroom. When I was dressed as agreed (chastity cockcage, vest, jockstrap and white sport socks) I waited on my knees in the corridor with my eyes shut and my cage key presented for Sir. He came out, praised me for my obedience and offered me a drink, making sure I was comfortable and telling me in detail what was going to happen to me over the rest of the day. After this I was led into a bedroom and made to blindfold and hood myself to make sure that I couldn't see anything before taking some big hits of poppers, some foreplay from sir, and waiting for the first guy that Sir had invited over to fuck me. I'd been ordered not to refer to anyone else as "Sir" and to call the men using me "Uncle". When my first uncle arrived I was not disappointed, as it was the biggest thickest dick of the night to get me started and my hole stretched out. It must have been about 9 or 10 inches big and thick but he slid into my well trained hole to the base with little effort which really turned him on and let him know how rough he could be with me. He fucked me long and hard, with Sir fucking my throat and other uncles using me as they arrived. I lost track of how many loads were shot up inside me while I tried to keep track of the men moving around me and the cocks sliding in and out of me. After much begging from me because of how much I wanted it, I got doublefucked by Sir and the first uncle and was in cumdump bliss feeling two huge cocks slide into my hole at once while another was shoved in my mouth from a stranger. I think I came twice in my cage (I couldn't see but I felt my hole tighten and clench once or twice during the session which usually means I've orgasmed) but the guys kept fucking me, making my hole feel sore after hours of pounding which only made me feel more slutty and turned on knowing that my comfort didn't matter. Thanks to my Sir I was fucked and used for hours before the uncles started fisting my well used and cum filled hole. At this point I was allowed to take the blindfold off and see the guys that had been using me. It was so hot seeing these guys knowing that they'd already shot multiple loads up inside my guts and gotten to use me as their eager fucktoy. After the session Sir unlocked my cockcage and sent me on my train home, well used and full of cum. It was so hot and just how a submissive cumdump like me needs to be treated. Sir enjoyed me so much that he's organising another session for me this weekend too. Mmm.

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?

I love cum in my ass. I love the way it feels inside me. I love how it feels when it’s starting to leak out. I love to catch all of it on my fingers as it drips out and lick it all up. The thing I love the most is when I’m full of cum and another hard cock slides into me. There’s no better feeling than being fucked with multiple loads aa lube.

Pipemakers. Moonless night. 9 pm. I am feeling rather horny tonight, so I clean, start my car, head down to Pipemakers. The car park is full, which is promising, and I make my way through the back entrance towards the glory hole shed. I cross eyes with this Asian man, handsome was his face, and I make a mental note to play with him if our paths cross. A quick lap reveals no one of particular interest, and I spot the Asian man standing there, waiting. Another man nearby catches my eye—fit, tall. It’s getting darker now, so it’s hard to make out more. I decide to head to the glory hole booth, hoping they would follow me. Sure enough, they do, the both of them. The Asian man comes to me. We kiss, touch each other, and it’s not long before he’s in my mouth. The other man rims me. I’m not a fan of it, but I let him anyway. After a bit, I get up, kiss the Asian man some more. The kissing is good—very good—and we hug and get intimate. He gestures for the tall, fit man to join us. He does. Now the Asian man is inside me, and he fucks me roughly. I steady myself with the tall fit man, his dick inside my mouth. This goes on for a while until my stomach feels a bit upset. I stop, kiss the Asian man instead. After some time, he says he needs a break, so we part ways. A part of me wished I could have asked for his number. I almost never do that, but somehow, this feels different. I want to meet him again, but now I’m back in my car with an upset stomach, cursing the universe for causing such inconvenience. I decide to jerk off, but my dick is limp, and I’m thinking about the Asian man more and more. Fuck it, I say to myself. Perhaps he’s still around. So, I take my chances, get out of the car, walk back to the sheds. And wouldn’t you know it, he’s standing there by the gates, with the tall, fit man. They walk together, and we cross paths again, but we don’t say anything. I’m filled with regret, try to push my shyness away, but when I turn around, they’re gone again. I feel a pang of frustration. Then I see them, heading into the sheds. I follow. This time, the tall fit man is waiting in the dark. I approach him, and we immediately start to kiss. The kissing is just as good as the Asian man’s, who joins us soon after. Now I’m kissing them both, the intimacy high among us. Sometimes one of them sucks my dick, but most of the time, we’re just kissing and holding each other, intimate in ways beyond the physical. At one point, the Asian man leaves for a moment, and I summon the courage to ask the tall fit man if that’s his partner. Yes, he says. And I don’t know how I feel about that. A part of me wishes they were single, so I could take the next step, ask them out. A silly thought, but it felt right in the moment. The Asian man returns. He jerks off, says he’s close, so I bend down to take him in my mouth, and soon his cum is sliding down my throat. He says he’ll meet his partner in the car. The tall fit man and I kiss some more. I could kiss you all night, he says. Me too, I say. But, of course, we don’t. He leaves a few minutes later. Before he does, I do something I’ve never done in these sorts of encounters. I ask for his number. To my great joy, he agrees. His name is Sean, from Ireland, which explains the terrific accent. I tell him I’m Vietnamese. He smiles and says his partner’s name is Phong. We walk to our cars together, and he tells me he was about to leave but decided to do a last lap, just to see if I was still there. We regretted not getting your contact before, he says. Funny how the universe works, I think to myself. Always bringing people together in the most unusual ways and in the most unexpected of times. We part ways. Phong gets out of the car in front of me, waves goodbye, starts the engine, and drives off. As his car passes mine, Sean waves goodbye too, which I return warmly. I can’t wait to send him a message when I get home, I tell myself. The message is brief, thanking them for the lovely night and asking if they’d like to meet again. Later, I get a reply: Yes. I don’t know what will come of this. I have this desire to be in bed with the both of them, me in the middle, holding each other as we drift off to sleep. That would be nice.

Part 10 … Asking him how the hell did he learn all this shit, he says, “dude, in prison we had nothing to do but fuck and showing who is the dominate alpha keeps the boys in line”. Pulling me into a deep kiss, he then turns me on my side and slides beside me, pulling me into a deep spooning embrace as he kisses my neck. He whispers to me what a great time he’s had as well, and he’d enjoy to introduce me to more and see where my boundaries truly are. He’s sure he can turn me into a true pig as I lean into him mumbling “fuck yeah man, I’m ready for you to own this ass and teach me”. He reaches down and squeezes my balls till I moan. Relaxing he cups my balls and cock with one hand and just holds them. As I drift off, I can’t wait for what comes next….. Waking up, I glance over and see Tom still asleep. Laying there I’m reflecting on the past 36 hours. Friday night this stud walks in the door, and before I know what’s happened, I have taken multiple loads of his supercharged toxic loads in my ass and down my throat. And when Tom cums, his loads are massive, drenching whichever hole it finds. I had told him I like it rough, and he managed to take me right to the edge of the abyss wanting more. Tom is also the first guy to successfully fist me. He invites a buddy over and I’m introduced to piss play and then they manage to double penetrate me, something that I absolutely love. He ends the evening jacking off in my ass with both his hand and cock. I’m getting hard and turned on and start pulling on my ball sack and rubbing the base of my cock through my balls. I’m laying back, eyes closed, and breathing deeply as precum starts leaking. I use the clear slickness to pull my cock as I’m reliving each detail. I feel the bed shift. Evidently Tom’s now awake and he swats my hand to the side as he goes down on my cock. With a deft motion he grabs the butt plug in my ass and pulls it out. The friction of removal tugs at my ass lips making the puff up as the plug finally pops out. Briefly coming off my cock, he drools spit on a couple fingers that enter my ass. Tom starts massaging my swollen hole as his thumb rubs against my taint. Finding residual cum in my ass he uses it as lube, going deeper, and is soon massaging my prostate. Orally he’s now taking my cock deep and with such ferocity it’s not long and I feel my balls contracting and I dump a load down Tom’s throat. He swallows greedily and then comes forward with a deep thrusting kiss. I can taste my jizz on his tongue as he pulls out of my mouth and whispers; “good morning”. Tom jumps out of bed and says he’s going to start the coffee and will meet me in the shower. I’m admiring his tight muscular ass as he exits the bedroom and I slowly make my way to the bathroom. I figure I’ll take a quick piss as Tom walks into the bathroom. He stops me and pulls me into the shower. Dropping to his knees, Tom says, piss his my face; there’s nothing better than the warm first pee of the day. Nervous, he tells me to go for it as he gently rubbing my calves. I trickle a bit first and then feel my stream start. Splashing on his face and drenching his beard Tom centers and opens his mouth allowing my jet to hit his tongue. Swallowing as his mouth fills, he takes it in. As my stream turns to dribbles, he stands up and kisses me, dropping a fair amount in my mouth. I’m tasting and thinking damn, this tastes good, as I swallow my sweet but slightly salty. Savoring the minute, Tom pushes me down and tells me to lay on my back. It’s his turn and tells me his bladder is ready to burst. Tom places a foot on my chest pinning me to the floor. Like a fire hose his stream starts. He drenches my chest and neck and tells me to open my mouth and close my eyes. He aims his piss at my forehead, and I feel it flowing down the sides of my face. He aims at my mouth. I struggle to swallow and spilling as more than makes it down my throat, drenching me in the process. Fuck this is hot. Rolling me aside with his foot Tom turns the shower back on. Slowly standing back up Tom agrees to allow me to rinse off. We soap each other up, exploring our respective bodies. Tom grabs shampoo and lathers up my hair. There is nothing more erotic than a guy washing your hair under the shower. I lean my back against him as he massages my scalp neck and shoulders. I feel his dick hardening as I lean into him. He reaches around and turns the water off and I sense his mood flipping. Tom then roughly grabs my waste and commands me to lean forward. I brace against the wall knowing Tom is back in alpha mode. His hands wrap my neck and start to squeeze. Tom’s cock is urgently sliding up and down my crack. His hefty rod catches the open clit and he harpoons his turgid spear into my ass. He’s completely to hilt, balls slapping my ass. Pulling out he starts pounding me; long dicking me as he tells me to fucking take his cock. I groan as he pummels my ass, my face turning red as I struggle under his grasp. I know he’s got a huge load to deliver as his breeding turns into a frenzy. He’s forcefully jabbing in and out with each thrust. He wants his toxic seed deep in me as my ass becomes nothing more than a hole for him to abuse. I start to get dizzy as he refuses to let up and feel like I’m going to pass out. Just as I’m thinking lights out, he releases my neck from his grasp and I suck in air. He tenses up and slams into me, his cock expanding even further. Tom screams out as he starts blasting his load. Grabbing me tightly he repeatedly hammers me deeper with each pulse of his cock. His eruption jabs must last a full minute as he fills my hole with his massive morning load. My ass feels like its like its going to explode from the sheer quantity of his jizz entering me. Pulling out; he pushes me away. I hear a squirt from my ass as his cockhead exits. Cum starts running from my hole, covering my balls and running down my leg. Spinning me around, Tom hawks up a load of spit and snot; launching it at my face. Spitting several times, I open my mouth and let it slide in. I’m licking my lips and sucking his mouth snot in to sate my need to be dominated. He rubs it into my face and then collects a glob and shoves his fingers in my mouth feeding my need. I’m totally turned on from this subjugation. As I stand up, my hole spasms. I hear a loud plop and my ass expels the prodigious amount of cum he just inseminated my hole with. Not sure how he’ll take it as it hits the shower floor, Tom simply turns the water back on and stands under the jets catching his breath. Finally he looks at me and grins telling me how he enjoyed brutally fucking me. He was reliving taking one of his prison bitches. I drop to my knees and clean off his cock. Looking up at him I mumble he can take me like that anytime he wants. Stepping out of the shower, we dry off and flop back on the bed. Both of us enjoying our post fuck endorphin rush. After a bit of time Tom kisses me and tells me he’s hungry as fuck. I suggest we go to this small restraint around the corner that has a great Sunday brunch. He grabs his slacks and shirt from where he left them Friday, we dress and head out for a bite to eat. The food is great, and they have endless Bloody Mary’s and Mimosa’s. We’re laughing and feeling pretty good when his phone rings. I hear half of the conversation. I can tell whoever it is has made him tense, he says into the phone, “what the fuck”, stands up and says he’ll be right back. I see him through the window, clearly arguing. Hanging up he puts the phone in his pocket and wills himself to calm down. He takes a deep breath then heads back inside. Now deadly serious he sits down and says he’ sorry about that but he’s going to need to grab his shit and get home. Asking what happened he tells me his roommate came home earlier and found an eviction notice on the door. Turns out the guy hadn’t been paying the rent for the last 6 months and had been using Tom’s share at the casinos. I pay the bill, and we leave. As we got in the car, Tom tells me they had to have their shit out by 6 pm. He doesn’t have much to begin with as he was renting a furnished bedroom in the place. That’s not the problem, but if they haven’t vacated the landlord is calling the cops and that is the last thing Tom needs. I can see he’s clearly scared. He says he’s got to let his parole officer know and if he doesn’t find a place to live within 48 hours he’ll be in violation of his parole. I can see his thoughts spinning out of control. As we pulled into the driveway he’s starting to panic. Rushing to get inside, he’s grabs his bag and shoves a few items in it. Clearly agitated, he throws his bag over his shoulder and turns to leave. I say, “Shit, man I may have a solution for you”. I tell him, I’ve got the casita sitting here vacant. He could crash here. It has its own entrance and garage on the back. I furnished it decently and the place has a small living/dining/kitchen area, a bedroom and a full bath. You could move in here. Tom looks at me and says there is no way he could afford to rent something in this section of town. I look at him, grin and say, “dude, I’m sure we can work out a payment of some kind or another that would satisfy both our needs”. I see Tom’s considering the offer. He says, “you sure man, I’d really appreciate it but, damn, we just met. My life hasn’t been what you’d call simple and such with my past. I wouldn’t want you to come to regret it as a rushed decision”. I reminded him that part of me moving here was to get a fresh start and stretch my boundaries. I tell him that in just this short time he has already done that and more. Plus, I could use the company. I suggest he at least have a look at the place. What’s the worst that could happen, I ask; we decide it isn’t working, and he needs to find a new place to crash? I continue and point out he’d be no worse off than now and at least I’m not a dick and would give him more than 6 hours’ notice. The tension in him is slowly fading and Tom asks to show him around. I grab the keys, and we walk across the pool through an archway with a gate opening onto a spacious patio. I tell him I think it was designed for a maid or nanny by the previous owners. Tom says he never would have known it was here since you don’t see it from the pool. I point out the steps down to the pool equipment and tell him there is an entrance to the garage there as well with steps up to a storage room above the garage. Opening the patio door, he sees the roomy open space and he is immediately impressed with its own view out over the valley. I tell him the lot slopes down the hill and on the lower level is the main entrance, bathroom, bedroom and garage. The bedroom has similar views to the main room above, is spacious and has a small walk-in closet. Stepping out to the porch I point out how the driveway comes around on the far side of the house and I wouldn’t really hear him coming and going. The porch has access to the garage. Opening the door the space is still filled with empty boxes and some stuff I didn’t know what to do with from the move. I tell him he’ll have to help me move the stuff up to the storage area, but the place is his if he wants it. I see he’s starting to really relax and getting excited about the idea. Tom looks at me and says, “you’d really let me stay here?” I tell him there’d be a couple rules of course, like no drugs; (excluding weed that is), no parties and I wouldn’t want any “clients” around. I assured him I’d enjoy having him here. He reluctantly agrees and promises he’ll do anything around the house to help out. He offers to pay at least for the separately metered utilities but can’t afford much in the way of rent. Laughing, I remind him there are lots of ways I can think of for him to earn his rent. As we are walking back up the stairs and through the pool area, Tom is repeatedly thanking me and promising me I won’t regret it. I tell him to go grab his stuff and call me when he’s on his way back. After he leaves, I ‘m thinking did I just really do that? My gut tells me I can trust him and my cock gets hard thinking of his last load and am pondering what I hope will be one of many more loads to come…. ______________________________________________________________________________ Long chapter I know and is also meant to be a segway. I’ll be offline for a couple weeks but in the meantime, I’d appreciate hearing your reactions thus far. I tried to incorporate a couple ideas mentioned in earlier comments. I’d love your ideas on where to take this story next. Tom for sure will be a big part of it but I can go in lots of directions.

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

Love being blindfolded or hooded for totally anon breeding. Imagine taking load after load and having no idea who left that spunk inside you! Totally addicted anon faggot here!

I don't think there is a certain number to qualify as an "orgy". Obviously, an orgy would be comprised of a number of guys, but what makes the event an "orgy" is the uninhibited serial sucking/rutting/breeding that takes place. The only "measure" that creates an orgy out of a roomful of gay guys, is the degree of love for wanton raw sex the participants share. It could be 5, it could be 10, it could be 20, it could be 50. It's determined only by the willingness of the guys attending to push their boundaries.

I don’t know where the bear disappeared to. Again, I simply pulled on my jeans, gathered my clothes and bolted up the stair well. My legs carried me two steps at a time seemingly with a mind of there own. Before I knew it I was back at the gym and black guys apartment door with my unfastened commando jeans ready to drop. As I was reaching to knock, I stopped my hand. This was insanity. Before I could even retrieve my hand, the door opened. A handsome red headed cub in shorts and open shirt was heading out. “Oh, I heard of you. Did you forget something?” his sweat tenor voice was surprised. “Yeah, your load in my ass.” I rushed him, grabbed his head and planted a solid kiss on his lips. He took me right there in the hallway. It was fast and furious. His raw six inches rutted me for less than three minutes before he too was flooding my ass. Remembering the ambrosia of cum and ass juice from earlier I was hoovering his cock with my mouth in a split second of it slipping from my hairy wet hole. ‘Oh my God, how had I lived without this for so many years of Safe Sex.’ I had not finished that thought when the bathroom door opened and a six-foot six skin and bones albino with only a towel over his shoulder emerged. His cock hung 9 inches flaccid. He asked the flaming red head, “Are you done?” “Yup” Then taking my hand and helping me up. “You come with me.” He led me into what I assumed was his bedroom. Directed me to a leather sling hanging in the corner and helped me climb in. As his hand worked his member to get it hard, he spoke to me in a very tender tone. “There are a few things you need to know before you agree to proceed. I have full blown AIDS. I want to bareback you, but, I can suit up if you want me to. If I enter you raw, you’re likely going to get my very toxic load.” I needed to ask a question, “So can you tell me, have you bred your roommates?” “The guy that brought you hear from the gym is new, he’s taken a dozen of my loads over the last week. The black man is my lover of three years. We’ve never used condoms in all that time, played with hundreds of others, and we don’t know which of us was infected first. We’ve never fucked the red head. But his lovely cock has unloaded into both of us in this very sling. Yes, more than once, many more times than once as a matter of fact. ” “So, your lover already stealthed his tainted load into my gut?” “That would be correct.” “And the gym guy could already be toxic? And he’s pumped two loads into me.” “Correct. Do you have any other questions?” “Just one. Why isn’t your raw poison cock already in my ass?” “Because I need you to know what you are getting into.” “We’ve already established it’s too late for that.” I said with resignation. “Then will I grab a condom? Unlike my partner I’m full-blown AIDS.” “No fuckin way, don’t you dare cover that beauty up.” What the fuck was wrong with me? “Are you sure?” “No, but I’m not turning back now! Bareback my ass. Do it now!” I boldly proclaimed As the head of his raw cock penetrated me it felt like an icicle with freezing cold shooting to every extremity of my body. I felt terrified and frozen with fear. He bent down and planted the most tender kiss on my lips. He started to lift away, and I grabbed his head and returned a viciously passionate lip lock. The longer we leaned into it the hotter it got. The heat started to spread. It moved down through my body and out the end of my fingers and toes. My ass suddenly felt like it was pierced by a flaming hot poker, it was like it was searing my soul, but in an amazingly beautiful way. Only then did I realize he was balls deep into me. After another tender kiss he asked, “Are you ok with this?” “Ok? Ok? Absofuckinlutley! I’ve never had such an awesome fuck! Give me everything you’ve got!” And he did. For the next twenty minutes he kept me and my happy ass in bareback fuck heaven. Every now and then I would reach down with my fingers to assure myself it was his raw toxic cock plunging in and out of my vulnerable hole. Eventually his breathing changed, and his chest and shoulders blushed bright red. “If you want, I’ll pull out. It’s not too late.” He offered. “Fuck me! Breed me! It was too late long ago.” And he plunged in deep, his eyes rolled into the back of there sockets as he threw his head back and arched his body to blast even deeper into my gut. “Fuucckkiinn knock me up bro. Yeeaahhh! Finish what your partner stealthed into my slutty ass! Fuck yeah, give me every tainted, toxic drop of your poison. I can feel every hot radioactive wave filling me. Fuckin A bro, fuckin A!” It was only after I regained my breath that I noticed his roommates crowded at the open door and heard them cheering. Over a few beers they offered to take care of me when I got sick, but I declined. I assured them I was a big boy and they had been wonderful anonymous fuck encounters. They didn’t owe me anything. If anything, it was the other way around. The black boyfriend apologized for stealthing his toxic load into me. I confessed I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t. I’d been so turned on when I saw that condom at the base of his cock. I even confessed about my encounter with the bear and building super in the elevator. They confessed they had wondered what had changed my mind and brought me fleeing back. Over the next few months, I didn’t get sick! But I did change my life. I quit my job, I sold my home, and I bought the biggest fanciest motorhome I could afford. I became the traveling vagabond that I’d been daydreaming about for many years. I’ve visited and fucked at every gay campground in North America. I never pass a truck stop and I rarely left without a load or five in my ass or down my throat. I never had a condom in my ass or on my cock ever again. It was four years before I seroconverted. It took a week to recover from the fuck flu and then I was back on the road. I followed don’t ask, don’t tell. Most guys I fucked after conversion never asked so I rarely needed to tell. Most of those wanted my High Viral Load anyway! I just kept moving so have no idea how many guys I knocked up. I was delighted when I came across the ‘Have the sex you want’ campaign and was one of the earliest advocates of U=U even before I started taking meds. Now I use Doxy, and it’s cut my visits to STD clinics way back. I’m eternally thankful for the oops with the gym guy back in 1992. I’m especially indebted to the black and very, very white couple. They freed me from my self-imposed tyranny of the Safe Sex Bible and set me off on a journey of the most satisfying risky sex returneing me to my promiscuous calling. "Trust your path guys! Even the mistakes!"

My jeans were below my knees, and I was bent over holding onto the elevator handrail in a flash. Just as quickly the bear moved in behind me. He was a good boy scout and came prepared because he was holding a magnum condom package in front of my face. “Do we need this?” his deep base voice purred in my ear. “Yes.” I could redeem myself. I could hear him tear open the package and I looked around to watch him roll it onto the baseball bat that hung between his legs. Even with the recent workouts it took quite a bit of effort to get his sheathed head into my hole. A gentleman he gave me time to breath and adjust to his considerable girth. When I began to push back, he slid into me balls deep quite easily. “Well prelubed, eh? What do you use?” he inquired. “Um … Ummm” I hesitated to tell the truth. “Cum?" “Fuck, wow! Yours or someone else’s?” “Others” again I hesitantly confessed. “Plural. How many guys?” “Three.” My sheepish response. “So, you’re carrying three fresh loads? Friends or strangers?” “Actually, three guys, five loads … … all strangers.” “Wow, no wonder I slipped in so easily.” He lazily fucked me until the elevator reached the basement. He pressed the stop button. “So can I bareback you?” he asked. “You could, but I’d rather you didn’t. “I was proud of my resolve. “What makes me different from those other strangers?” “They were an oops. I always play safe.” “One is an oops, three guys and five loads is more than a major oops.” He chided me with good humour. “You’re right. It had just been so long, and I’m so fucking tired of condoms.” Why did I confess the last part? “Then can I take this one off?” “No?” my voice was weak. “You sure?” his deep voice in my ear sent tingles throughout my body. “No.” As he pulled out of me, and I could hear the condom snap off he said. “Then let’s give it a try.” “Ok?” it may have been feeble, but I’d given him permission. The contrast as he entered me with his raw monster was mind blowing. My groan of satisfaction left no doubt I’d made the right choice for both of us. He was soon pounding away, thwap, thwap, thwap. “Can you take more?” he was so polite to ask. “Fuck yeah, harder!” For the next five minutes the entire elevator shook. His breathing became erratic, and he asked; “Where do you want this strangers load?” “Cum in me. Breed me … … … oh fuck yeah! That’s it.” I felt nine contractions as he added his seed to the others. As he was unloading deep inside me the elevator doors opened and in stepped a big burly overweight guy wearing work coveralls. The badge read ‘Building Super.” “What have we here?” the super asked as he pressed the stop button, and the doors closed once again. The bear pulled out of me. “Not only fags fucking in my elevator but doing it raw! My, my, what are we going to do about that?” I didn’t have to wait long for the answer. His coveralls dropped to the floor and covered nothing under them. His naked six-inch erection was in my sloppy ass in no time. I found myself pushing back as much as he fucked into me. It wasn’t long until he was groaning, “Breeding your fag ass slut, argh! Fuuuccckkkk! Yeah, that’s what you get for fuckin in my elevator! Now get dressed and get the hell out of here before I call the cops.”

Part 5 …..I open my mouth to protest and he hawks deeply and unloads a huge glob of juice into my mouth. He puts one hand to my throat tightening his grip and with the other squeezes my mouth open loading my mouth with another load of phlegm. I am so turned on by this angry and aggressive possession as I give in to his domination. Slowly releasing my throat, he pulls me into a kiss and transfers more saliva into my mouth. He roughly shoves his tongue in my mouth with a deep kiss secreting more saliva into my mouth. Swallowing the remnants, I think; “Fuck this guy owns me, and I can’t get enough of this beast”… Tom stands up and tells me to get in the pool so we can cool off. He grabs the bottle of scotch, takes a deep tug on the bottle and brings it with him as he joins me in the water. I drank a heavy pour as we lean into each other. I let him know this has been one of the best nights of my life. My ass is sore for sure, but my feeling of completeness is overwhelming. We float in the pool for a while as we cool down, embracing and kissing. It’s not long and we finish the bottle and I’m feeling a good buzz. While I’m exhausted, I don’t want the evening to end and ask Tom if he’ll spend the night, maybe even the weekend. He quickly agrees and suggests we keep the buzz going and steps out and grabs a vape pen from his pocket. Taking a couple deep hits, it’s not long and I feeling completely chilled. When I get high, I’m instantly horny and true to form my cock is as hard as a rock. One of the many features I love about this house is all the rooms overlooking the pool open out and have electronic smart glass allowing any level of privacy I want. Eyeing the massive shower through the large window, seeing multiple heads and jets, Tom leads me by the dick and says let’s take a shower and then I’ll give you a massage. With a shit ass grin he says he may even allow me to come. In the shower, Tom soaps me up and rinses me off. He kneels and soon has my cock in his mouth. Using his tongue, he licks the head and shaft. Like the pro he is, my entire cock goes down his throat and he expertly works me into a fully turned on state. Coming off my cock, the licks down to my balls and takes each nut in his mouth individually then in tandem. I’m so turned on. Turning me around he spread my ass cheeks and is quickly eating my ass. His tongue is fucking me probing my open hole. Sensing I’m getting close, he stands up, steps out and as he does so turns the hot water off without me seeing and I’m doused in cold water. Screeching from the sudden cold he sees my cock quickly wilt and starts laughing as I quickly step out. Drying me off, he continues grinning and tells me he’s not ready for me to cum yet and asks if I have any massage oil or lotion. Guiding me to the bed he tells me to lie on my stomach and joining me, he drizzles oil on my shoulders and back he’s soon giving me a deep tissue massage. He works down to my lower back and ass working it deep. I’m groaning with pleasure as he finds knots and tension points. Next, he starts on my right foot and leg, working them deeply. He works up to my inner thighs and I’m groaning as I tell him he’s found my most sensual spot and massages in deeper and continues as he rubs my taint and plays with my hole a bit. Knowing I’m hard again, he withdraws back and then repeats this on the left leg. It’s not long again and he is back at the inner thigh again and cupping my balls. I’m cock is as hard as steel when he’s says to turn over. Now laying on my back Tom straddles me and pours some oil on my cock, slowly stroking me. Spreading his legs further he slides up and starts passionately kissing me. He sits up, pulls his ass cheeks apart and slides right down on my dick until I’m balls deep. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anyone and am loving the warmth of his hole. He then starts slowly riding me. His pace quickens and I feel his ass clamping down as he begins slamming up and down on my cock. As animalistic as he was when fucking me, he is now doing the same as he’s impaling himself with my dick. He demands I give him my toxic load as he is milking my cock with his ass. I’m so turned on its not long when I scream out FUCK as my load erupts in his ass. Tom continues riding me until he feels me soften and slip out. He slides onto my chest and returns to kissing me. Pulling back, he turns around shoves his butt in my face and tells me to eat my load. I love eating ass, especially when there is a fresh load. I’m rimming him deeply and trying to eat my load back out. He pulls up slightly demanding I open my mouth and he immediately dumps his ass load in my eager mouth. Telling me not to swallow, he turns around, drops down to kiss me again and I share some of the contents with him. We both swallow as the guy continues to amaze me. Tom’s dick is hard again. He spreads my legs apart with his and immediately slides into my ass again. Pulling my waist up he starts pounding me. He soon tenses up and delivers another load into my sloppy hole. I’m not sure how he can cum so much and so many times in 4 hours but I’m not going to complain. Falling beside me, he pulls me into a hug with his semi-hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. Exhausted, I’m fighting sleep when he whispers in my ear not to plan on too much sleep, as Tom’s sure he can top off my hole in another hour or two. Looking forward to more from this stud, I’m completely content and we both dose off to sleep before long….

In theory. Assuming the online pharmacy is a reputable one, that is. But Doxycycline should be cheap to get filled at any pharmacy in the US - it's a very old, long-established antibiotic that's been in commercial production since 1967 (so, generics have been available for 50+ years). If you have no access to a local physician who will prescribe it for you, I suppose an online "prescription/pharmacy" service, like the ones that prescribe and sell ED meds, is better than nothing. But realistically anyone who's sexually active really ought to have a physician who monitors them for infections of this sort, even if it's a local STD clinic.

I have wondered the same thing, but regarding a different location. I lived in the same apartment for 15 years before moving out of the sticks and into a real city. The number of guys who came through my front door I could only estimate, but I wonder how much DNA could be extracted since management allowed me to leave my mattress and box spring and never painted the walls once. They said they planned to "gut" the place, but I was "gutted" there many times I wonder just how many different bits of DNA they could extract, and how many samples if they were submitted to law enforcement would come up as a "match". Feb 2002 till January 2017 and I did a LOT of entertaining. They promised to give me back my deposit, which they did, in full. They also said, "don't bother cleaning the place, we are putting in all new tile and carpeting". But still, that bedroom wall and the shower, OMG. I wondered how many felons had visited me during the time I lived there.........

What I glean from the internet is that prostitution is illegal in Florida, and some authoritarian parties are making a legal argument that pornography production constitutes prostitution because people receive money in exchange for sex. It does not appear that the Florida legislature has specifically addressed the question of pornography production, apart from a "revenge porn" law similar to those in many other states. https://www.miaminewtimes.com/news/is-filming-porn-illegal-in-florida-6393610

You mentioned Love Shack and it is a great alternative if you wanna go back in time where you paid a cover and went upstairs to a floor filled with smaller theaters and can take all your clothes off and fuck or get fucked. No there is no lockers, showers or places to hang your clothes, but mine are normally off by the time I get to the top of the stairs so it really doesn't matter. Wear something you wouldn't mind losing, I can't tell you how many tank tops I have lost there. I usually wear shorts and a cock ring, they come off quickly and can be back on you in no time flat. The parking lot is a scream, people giving head, and a guy with a minivan and a monster cock who parks right by the front door and greets you as you go in and out. If only that minivan could talk,.......

Sad but true. The Rainbow is no more. May I suggest an alternative for those interested in riskier/less privacy. Try - LOVE SHACK. It's open 24 hours, at 3910 W. Osborne in Tampa. It has two floors, you pay a cover to go upstairs, there are several theaters and you can take all your clothes off and fuck or get fucked. Alot of BBC for those inclined. Some hookers stumble in on occasion but they are more interested in the clients they bring up there to satisfy. You pay the cover for upstairs and no one bothers you. Downstairs there are video booths and they would like you to put some money in them instead of just standing around, but they even have a larger booth in the back where three can get naked. Just keep putting money in those machines. I had a plaque made that said "Ellentonboy has been here" and it's posted outside that larger booth....😜

To the most unexpected hook-ups. Pipemakers. Moonless night. 9 pm. I am feeling rather horny tonight, so I clean, start my car, head down to Pipemakers. The car park is full, which is promising, and I make my way through the back entrance towards the glory hole shed. I cross eyes with this Asian man, handsome was his face, and I make a mental note to play with him if our paths cross. A quick lap reveals no one of particular interest, and I spot the Asian man standing there, waiting. Another man nearby catches my eye—fit, tall. It’s getting darker now, so it’s hard to make out more. I decide to head to the glory hole booth, hoping they would follow me. Sure enough, they do, the both of them. The Asian man comes to me. We kiss, touch each other, and it’s not long before he’s in my mouth. The other man rims me. I’m not a fan of it, but I let him anyway. After a bit, I get up, kiss the Asian man some more. The kissing is good—very good—and we hug and get intimate. He gestures for the tall, fit man to join us. He does. Now the Asian man is inside me, and he fucks me roughly. I steady myself with the tall fit man, his dick inside my mouth. This goes on for a while until my stomach feels a bit upset. I stop, kiss the Asian man instead. After some time, he says he needs a break, so we part ways. A part of me wished I could have asked for his number. I almost never do that, but somehow, this feels different. I want to meet him again, but now I’m back in my car with an upset stomach, cursing the universe for causing such inconvenience. I decide to jerk off, but my dick is limp, and I’m thinking about the Asian man more and more. Fuck it, I say to myself. Perhaps he’s still around. So, I take my chances, get out of the car, walk back to the sheds. And wouldn’t you know it, he’s standing there by the gates, with the tall, fit man. They walk together, and we cross paths again, but we don’t say anything. I’m filled with regret, try to push my shyness away, but when I turn around, they’re gone again. I feel a pang of frustration. Then I see them, heading into the sheds. I follow. This time, the tall fit man is waiting in the dark. I approach him, and we immediately start to kiss. The kissing is just as good as the Asian man’s, who joins us soon after. Now I’m kissing them both, the intimacy high among us. Sometimes one of them sucks my dick, but most of the time, we’re just kissing and holding each other, intimate in ways beyond the physical. At one point, the Asian man leaves for a moment, and I summon the courage to ask the tall fit man if that’s his partner. Yes, he says. And I don’t know how I feel about that. A part of me wishes they were single, so I could take the next step, ask them out. A silly thought, but it felt right in the moment. The Asian man returns. He jerks off, says he’s close, so I bend down to take him in my mouth, and soon his cum is sliding down my throat. He says he’ll meet his partner in the car. The tall fit man and I kiss some more. I could kiss you all night, he says. Me too, I say. But, of course, we don’t. He leaves a few minutes later. Before he does, I do something I’ve never done in these sorts of encounters. I ask for his number. To my great joy, he agrees. His name is Sean, from Ireland, which explains the terrific accent. I tell him I’m Vietnamese. He smiles and says his partner’s name is Phong. We walk to our cars together, and he tells me he was about to leave but decided to do a last lap, just to see if I was still there. We regretted not getting your contact before, he says. Funny how the universe works, I think to myself. We part ways. Phong gets out of the car in front of me, waves goodbye, starts the engine, and drives off. As his car passes mine, Sean waves goodbye too, which I return warmly. I can’t wait to send him a message when I get home, I tell myself. The message is brief, thanking them for the lovely night and asking if they’d like to meet again. Later, I get a reply: Yes. I don’t know what will come of this. I have this desire to be in bed with the both of them, me in the middle, holding each other as we drift off to sleep. That would be nice.

One of the seediest and sleaziest sex joints i ever been to

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): wetboy123 Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 213-293-7920 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Los Angeles, 90025 Times you're generally not available: Weekday mornings/afternoons Age: 24 Height: 5’6” Weight: 115 lbs Ethnicity: White

I'll have to admit, @bottomboyam, that I almost gave up on this story a chapter or so ago because of the excessive violence - but this last chapter has me hard yet again!

I'm not visually challenged as my friend @BlindRawFucker1. My at a time of life where my vision is deteriorating. If I have the opportunity to see the guy who is fucking me, I want to enjoy seeing him while I can. That doesn't mean I don't also listen to the sounds we create, or tune into the energy we exchange, be aware of our touch. Besides if I want to focus on not seeing I can just close my eyes. Blindfold seems like unnecessary baggage.

My god, I love the intimacy of fisting. Stuffing my hand up ass, feeling his insides shiver when I hit the right spots, feeling his whole circulatory system as his heart beats, the smooth silky and wet paths to follow. ive been a fisting top since 19, and have double fisted, jerked off my dick in ass, gone up to my elbow. And although I was fisted at 20, even after 25 years, I’ve only had to forearm up my ass.

Not being able to see who is fucking you is extremely overrated in my opinion. I wish I were capable of seeing during sex.

I always shoot big creamy loads, between 6 to 10 squirts depending how horny i am. It stick very well inside the holes i m shooting in

I was a senior in high school. A member of the swim team had been flirty with me via text and I think he knew I was gay. He had a girlfriend. One day he was texting me how horny he was cause his girl friend wasn’t putting out and I finally got the nerve to text him if he needed any help with that. He went silent for like five minutes. Then he just texted me an address and said to park in this lot. I parked there and then immediately got a text saying to walk across the road and go to through the gap in the fence. I did it. I was so horny and nervous at the time. I walk through the fence and he’s standing there in his back yard in the doorframe of a shed. He nods for me to come in. He’s naked and tells me to strip. He tells me we can’t go inside because even though his parents aren’t home he doesn’t want to risk being seen with me. I strip and immediately get on my knees and start worshipping his cock. He’s running his hands through my hair telling me I suck dick better than his girl and that I’m a natural at it. He kept slamming his against my face and laughing while saying fuck yeah. Then he tells me to get up and lean back on a surface he had set up. He starts playing with my hole and pulls out lube. He lubes me and myself up and then slides into my hole and started fucking me raw. I just remember it hurting for a bit and then how incredible it felt. I was mesmerized and knew I was his. He started calling me a faggot and telling me how he owned my pussy from now on and that he always knew I was a cocksucker and that if I didn’t want my secret to come out o would be on call to worship him and take his load when his girl wasn’t putting out. This went on for like 10 minutes then he really started to jackhammer and I knew he was going to cum. I started stroking my cock and begging for his load. I just remember his fuck yeah faggot as we both came at the same time. He then pulled out and made me clean him off. After that he threw my clothes at me and told me to get the fuck out. I immediately got dressed and left. As soon as I got back to my truck I had a text from him telling me that he owned my pussy and that it was better than his girls. He filled me with so much cum that year. And he always made me know who was in charge. He was so hot too. Super tan, muscular and about 6’3. I knew then I was just a jock pussy meant to be used

The first time I got fucked at 17, it was raw. It was in the late 80's and there was no PrEP. HIV was called AIDS. I was well aware of AIDS. He fucked me in his bathtub and when he was about to cum, he pulled out. He must have cum a bit in my ass and when he pulled out, he blew a big load all over my ass cheeks. He commented that he had pulled out too late and was afraid of catching AIDS. I barebacked and took cumloads all through my 20's...

There used to be RAINBOW CABARET, which was a much better and cheaper bathhouse than club Tampa. I heard it closed but it would be worth enquiring. BE cautious at Club Tampa the cars in the parking lot bear no relation to the number of guests in the club. There is an adult video store right next to club Tampa which has lots of action. It was actually a lot of fun. Couple big rooms and some booths. Then there is a place called the LOVE SHACK, that was something out of another decade but lots of people still go there. There is another video store somewhere near Club Tampa thats smaller, and also the lobby of downtown hotels like EMBASSY suites are meetup spots. Try Sniffies to look for other locations. I had so much fun down there, I stayed a few years ago for two extra weeks. Boy was I tired when I got back home finally.

my tight virgin boyhole

Oh yes, I've definitely become addicted to being fisted over the years. I love watching fisting porn and just want to take a fist deeper and deeper. I also want to be able to bud but not there yet - any advice in achieving that goal welcome

The problem with age verification, as it is generally practiced, is that it mandates disclosure of the identity of the person accessing the material. In the United States, the courts have generally held that adults have a First Amendment right to read/view any legal material without providing identification. (Libraries can require a card to check out books, etc., but that's more to verify your eligibility to borrow, rather than your right to read - you can go into any public library here, even in places where you don't live and have no library borrowing privileges, and read whatever books you want within the library.) Coupled with this is the fact that you can rest assured once some age-verification service (whether run by the site directly, or, more likely, an outside service it utilizes under contract) has your identifying information, the service will undoubtedly cross-reference your identity not only with what you view on that site, but with any other "big data" it can match up. So you can imagine the data hacks that such services will absolutely bring about.

I am the same. But it sounds like your wife knows of your choice and is ok with it. My wife would never approve that I get sexual gratification by sucking cocks and getting fucked, so I keep these interests hidden and have done so for the last 25 years.

Part 8 ….As my ass contracts Ivan screams, ERRRHHHH and blows his load in my ass. I'm consumed by my orgasm and Tom catches me as I collapse into him as I ride the intense waves. I pull off his cock immediately feeling empty. As I lay beside Ivan, Tom pulls my legs apart and starts eating my ass. He's sucking deeply and pulling Ivan’s cum in his mouth. Tom then kisses me and drops the spoils in my mouth. We collapsed into a pile, both Ivan I drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Ivan’s just arrived and I have 2 toxic loads coating the insides of my ass…. We lay there for a while, relaxing in our post-fuck stupor. I compliment Ivan and Tom for such aggressive fun. Tom and I are joking a bit about my gaping hole, though Ivan doesn’t seem to get the references but agrees it was “much funnest”. We slowly emerge from the bedroom, grab a snack and some beer and slip into the pool as the sun sets over the valley. We do a little more weed and are having a blast. Ivan starts horsing around, doing back flips into the water and the mood is relaxed and fun. Ivan doesn’t drink. but Tom and I have each had at least 4 beers and are slightly buzzed. I am really enjoying their company as I reflect how much I needed this. It was just a bit over a year ago I started embraced wanting to become a cum dump and 5 months since getting pozzed. While it was an amazing journey testing positive was life altering. All of my sex anxiety of the years passed seemed to evaporate and felt liberated and at peace with myself. Knowing I no longer needed to worry about status and could fuck who I want and where I want. Tom was a good example of that. He was hot and being an ex-con added to the thrill. But, in the end Tom is just a guy trying to get by. We all have baggage and at least he is open and honest about it and seems to embrace that same attitude of liberation and being comfortable in his skin. The way he treats Ivan with respect and genuine concern about his well-being tells me my gut instinct in trusting this guy isn’t misplaced. He demonstrates that same respect with me, kind and gentle when it’s called for and then can flip it and taking control of me; pushing my limits and expanding my boundaries. I’d never have met this cool guy and would likely still be an uptight repressed man if Paul and Jason hadn’t both pozzed me and led me on this journey of self-discovery. Suddenly I feel water splash on me and snap back to the current moment. Playfully, Ivan dives under the water, grabs me from behind, twists me around and tries giving me a head under water. He’s pretty playful and clearly enjoying himself. Tom joins in and is trying to grab my ass. Surrounding me, Ivan, stands tall and pulls me to his chest and brings me into a bear hug. Wrapping my legs around him I lean back as Tom pulls me into a kiss. I’m floating between them when Ivan lifts me bends into me slightly and goes down on my cock. All 3 of us are hard again as we intertwine our bodies while kissing and playing in the water for a while. We are all aroused but in no hurry yet enjoying the erotic playtime. After a few minutes, I say “fuck, I need to pee”. I step out of the water and begin to dry off. Ivan, jumps out of the water runs to me, stops me; and says, “Sir, I like piss, I drink you”. Ivan drops to his knees and opens his mouth. I’ve not indulged in any piss play before though I do get really turned on by porn that incorporates it. Looking a bit lost, Tom sees my reaction and comes over to me and says, fuck yes dude, fill him up. I’m half hard and struggle a bit but finally release a trickle. Ivan quickly swallows and asks for more. Working through my pee shyness, I concentrate, and finally relax and my stream starts flowing. Ivan engulfs my cock with his warm mouth and starts swallowing. The sensation is amazing as my cock is submerged in the warm fluid in his mouth. I proceed to empty my bladder, and Ivan completely takes at least 3 mouthfuls. Ivan sucks and licks me dry. I’m hard again and can’t believe I just did that. Tom gets an evil look in his eyes and says to me, “get on your knees and I’ll show you what it’s really like”. I hesitate, start to stammer, and Tom looks me sternly in the eye, and commands, “now bitch, I’m not asking”. He forcefully grabs me by the neck with one hand and shoves me down by the shoulder with the other. Tightening his grip, I submit to his domination. Relaxing his hand as he says, “good boy, now open”. Knowing I don’t have a choice in the matter I open my mouth as he shoves his now slightly hard dick in. I feel warm liquid enter my mouth as Tom gives me a small sample. The taste is nothing like I imagined and find it slightly bitter but acidic almost like a cider but a bit salty. Not completely unpleasant at all I decide. Seeing I’m ready he lets go as his piss fills my mouth. I’m struggling to keep up with his flow when Tom grabs my face and says “swallow faster bitch, I don’t want you wasting a drop”. I start guzzling the best I can as I swallow mouthful after mouthful. Ivan demands some and Tom halts the flow, shoves me aside where Ivan quickly drops and takes my place. I’m thinking damn that was hot. I fucking love it when Tom gets dominate and a bit rough. I want to explore both further with him in the future for sure. Tom finishes draining his bladder down Ivan’s throat. Tom’s cock is hard and instructs tells Ivan and I to get our asses to the bedroom so he can breed my hole.

Part 7 … Tom’s phone chimes. Looking down he says Ivan’s here, covers up with a towel and goes out the front door to let him in…. As they come back in the house, I see Tom pull Ivan into a hug and hear him talking but can’t quite make out what they are saying. I start to get up when they approach but Tom insists I sit back down. Tom introduces us as I’m staring at Ivan in awe. This man defines hot. He’s got messy/spiked dirty blond hair cut tight on the sides fading into a slightly darker tightly trimmed beard highlighting his strong jaw line. His eyes are a cobalt blue that draws you in captivating in their radiance. He has a long neckline with a prominent Adams apple. He’s wearing a deep cut tank shirt that displays his trim hairy chest. He clearly works out and has nicely defined biceps. He has a trim waist and is wearing gym shorts that do little to hide his massive bulge. Tom drops his towel and tells Ivan to get naked too. Seeing I’m captivated Ivan gives me a deep ‘I’m going to fuck you’ grin and pulls off his shirt. He’s got a healthy amount of chest hair that stops just below his pecs and merges into a dark and sultry treasure trail. As he steps out of his shorts I’m dumbfounded as I see the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Tom wasn’t exaggerating, this guy is huge. His monster cock drapes over his lemon sized nutsack. With a deep guttural voice he says, “I’m Ivan”. Standing up, Tom pulls both of us into a hug. Tom deeply kisses me then Ivan. Tom guides me forward as I lock lips with Ivan who plunges his tongue into my mouth as he guides my hand to his cock. Grabbing his pole, I’m sunned as I can’t even close my grip oround his cock. Tom suggests I lead Ivan to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable as he collects the lube, poppers and the weed inhaler. In the bedroom Ivan lays back with his back against the headboard. I’m drinking in this specimen of a man as Tom comes up behind me and pushes me into the bed. Ivan says, “come – you kiss me” as he reaches for me and pulls me into a deep; penetrating kiss. Tom joins us in the bed and joins us, as we devour each other. Something clicks in me, and I have to taste every inch of him. I bite on his lips and suck his chin. I nibble on his neck eliciting a deep soft groan. Moving up Ivan’s neck I tease and gently bite his ear lobe teasing his inner ear with a hot breath and a flick of the tongue. I work my way down his neck and repeat on his other side. I bury my face in his chest kissing and inhaling. Glancing up Tom and Ivan are deeply kissing and Tom begins rubbing my ass. I dive to his underarms and snort and lick his ripe scent. Miving back to his chest, I flick I’vans nipples and suck alternating. Slightly biting each one they respond to my attention by getting hard. Ivan pushes my head in deeper and tells me “harder”; hearing him purr as I bite down eliciting a deep moan. Straddling Ivan’s legs, I work down his chest following his treasure trail kissing and licking as I go. lower myself further skipping his cock for now and bury myself in his thighs licking and sucking. I lick his ball sack and taint inhaling his musky smell. On all fours I slowly work my way to his cock. I lick Ivan’s cock and work my way up to the tip of his cock. Opening my mouth I’m able to take his cockhead in as I flick my tongue on his slit. As I suck, he grows hard and I taste a drop of his sweet precum. Without realizing he’d moved I feel Tom grab my ass cheeks as he starts eating my hole. As I’m moaning from Tom’s efforts, Ivan pulls my head in deeper; my mouth stretching wide to accommodate him. I’m only able to take a couple inches as I gag and pull off drool stringing from my mouth. Trying valiantly, I just can’t seem to relax to take more when Tom stops eating me out and comes beside me kissing my neck and opens the poppers. Placing them under my nose I take several deep huffs. As the rush washes over me I open wide as Ivan guides his cock back in my mouth. I’m able to take another couple of inches as I relax into the buzz. As his hard cock hits my throat, I try swallowing but I just can’t take him further as I gag and pull off of him. As I return to licking and playing with Ivan’s cockhead Ivan moans. His precum is slowly leaking more and more and the taste is amazing. Ivan finds my mouth and shoves his cock back in. Roughly hitting my throat Ivan pulls my face in deeper forcing his way in my throat. Taking a deep breath through my nose I slightly relax and he breaches the resistance and begins skull fucking me. As Ivan lifts my head back off as I turn red, Tom has moved behind me and I hear him hawking up as he drools on his cock and Tom’s enters my ass in a smooth single plunge. He bottoms out and begins violently long dicking me as Ivan pounds away on my throat. Tom starts jack hammering my ass and as he tenses up screams as he delivers a massive toxic load. Volley after volley enters me as Tom continues to grunt. Tom slowly pulls out and coats my ass lips with his spunk. Ivan jumps up relieving my tortured throat as Tom roughly yanks me lower on the bed ligning my ass at the edge. Ivan says something, in what I assume is his native language, slaps my ass causing me to yelp. Switching to his cock I feel Ivan’s hard hard cock sliding back and forth against my ass cheeks. He catches the tip at my ass lips and begins entering me. He gets a bit ways in and I feel my ass stretching and burning. I scream “wait” trying to relax into his girth. Breathing deeply I’m beginning to sweat with the intensity. Tom comes beside me and whispers “here” and has me take 3 deep hits of the poppers in each nostril. As I feel the familiar rush, I relax and Ivan resumes his invasion. As his cock slides across my prostate, I moan with pleasure. Pulling slightly back Ivan then begins slowly pistoning in and out. Tom tells me Ivan’s about halfway in as the burn returns. Tom has me take another couple hits, and then turns my head and tells me to look straight into his eyes. The relaxing warmth returns, Tom is staring deeply into my eyes telling me I can do this. Ivan slides deeper and as he hits my second hole pauses allows me relax as my hole accepts hom. Adjusting my leg, he grabs my thigh and with a gentle push I open up for him as he goes deeper. I’m moaning with pleasure I feel Ivan’s balls hit my ass and know that I’ve taken his entire dick. Ivan begins a slow fuck as he thrusts in and pulls slowly out. Gradually, I’m overwhelmed with lust and begin pushing back as he goes back in. Soon we’re slamming into each other as our instinct to breed overtakes us. He’s slamming me for all he’s worth. Suddenly Ivan pulls completely out and he says, “now you ride”. Gets on the bed laying on his back. With an urgency to have my hole filled with his cock again, I straddle him and impale myself on his massive hard dick. Tom slides behind me with his legs on either side of Ivan’s chest. With one hand Tom starts squeezing and twisting my nipples wraps his other around my cock. Oh Fuck!, Harder I yell at Tom milk my tits! I’m riding Ivan and slamming up and down on his cock using him to milk my prostate. Tom now has both nipples in a vice as I starts screaming out. Ivan starts thrusting his hips as I take him in and he’s slamming my body down on him. I’m just a rag doll around his cock as our breeding becomes unstoppable. I feel my balls contracting and my cock starts spewing my seed. As my ass contracts Ivan screams, ERRRHHHH and blows his load in my ass. Consumed by my orgasm Tom catches me as I collapse into him as I ride the intense waves. I pull of his cock immediately feeling empty. As I lay beside Ivan, Tom pulls my legs apart and starts eating my ass. He's sucking deeply and pulling Ivan’s cum in his mouth. Tom then kisses me and drops the spoils in my mouth. We collapse into a pile, both Ivan I drenched in sweat and breathing heavily Ivan’s just arrived and I have 2 toxic loads coating the insides of my ass….

Part 6 ….Dripping with sweat, Tom falls back beside me. Rolling me slightly, he plunges a few fingers into my ass and feeds me a taste of his frothy loads. Pulling me into a hug, his semi-hard cock is resting between my ass cheeks he growls what a greedy fuck I am. We lay there for a while basking in a post fuck bliss. Exhausted, I’m fighting sleep, when he whispers in my ear not to plan on getting too relaxed, as he’s sure he can top off my hole in another couple hours. Looking forward to more from this stud, I’m completely content, and we both dose off to sleep…. Sure enough, a couple hours later I awaken with Tom’s cock sliding into my hole. Tom starts slowly and soon is pounding away. I’m spent, and don’t think I even get hard as I’m now just a fuck sleeve for his use. I let him drill me as he pleases, and he screams out Fuck as he delivers another load. Not even pulling out, he gives a low grumble and before long he has fallen asleep. Glancing at the clock, it reads 4 AM. My hole is a bit sore, but fuck this has been an amazing ride since he walked in my door. I’m addicted to his cock and I lean further into him savoring his dick in my ass as I slowly fall back asleep. I slowly awaken and glance at the clock which reads 11 AM. Coming to my senses, my sore ass reminds me of last night and I hear the shower running. I get up and go to the doorway and stand there admiring him. I’ve just had an epic night of fucking and want to commit his image to my memory. Tom’s 6’ 2”, has a decent build and a great ass. His upper torso is covered in prison ink with tribal bands going down his legs. He’s got a decent amount of chest hair, a biohazard tattoo on his obliques and a thick as a beer can dick, that I’ve learned grows to over 10”. Emblazoned with a scorpion tatt along his cock in ends with a roughed-up PA. I join him in the shower as he pulls me into an embrace. Delivering a quick kiss, he steps out, dries off and pulls his trunk briefs back on. Going out the door he tells me coffee’s on, and he’s made breakfast. The bed was dry so when I awoke and exploring my hole find I must have absorbed a lot of his seed. I quickly clean up in the shower and make sure my ass is ready for whatever the day brings. I get to the kitchen and see Tom scooping up bacon, eggs and pancakes. He tells me to grab a couple coffees as he goes outside to the dining table. Famished, I’m enjoying the food as we get to know each other. He asks about me and how I came to be such an eager bottom. I tell him the stories about Jason who was my regular FB (Jason-breeds). As I tell him about Paul training me to be a cum dump and pozzing me with his buds he laughs and is impressed with the slut I’ve become. (My Journey of Becoming a Poz Cumdump Daddy). I share my job history and how it’s been a rough couple months getting things going here causing a dry spell and why I reached out to him. I ask Tom to tell me his story and he shares how he made stupid mistakes when younger. He and a couple buds met up when one says he got a new car. They go to a convenience store, steal a couple beers and end up in a high speed chase being pursued by some small town sheriff. They get in an accident with another driver who is injured pretty bad. Turns out, unknown to Tom the car was stolen. They all had a good amount of weed on them and next thing he knows he’s in prison as an accessory to aggravated assault, evading the police and possession. He gets sentenced to 10 years but getting into stupid fights time gets added and turns into 15 years before he’s released. I ask him about the tattoos, and he tells me about the Cuban guys who raped and pozzed him. Some guys offered to provide him protection and he ended up a bitch for a group of gang members. The tattoos identify gang affiliation and status. Plus he felt getting additional ink gave him some control over his body and was pretty hot. Several of the guys loved taking it in the ass as much as giving it and he found out his big dick and huge loads were popular. Since getting out he was only able to find a dead-end job that doesn’t pay shit. He figured he could use his talents to earn a bit more and has been doing this for a couple months now and really enjoys it. Over a leisurely couple of hours chatting, we discussed growing up and I find we have more in common than I expected. Hell, we had very similar upraising and fate just pulled us in different directions. He’s got a gentle assuredness about him that I’m really drawn to. He’s got a great sense of humor, and we find ourselves laughing and just enjoying ourselves as we lay by the pool. Tom pulls out the dap barrel again, drops in a crystal and we both take a couple hits and spend the afternoon getting high and relaxing. At some point he’s rubbing lotion on my back, ass and legs and Tom comments on how my asshole is puffy and slightly open. Playing with my hole he spits on his fingers, and inserts a couple. He’s swirling around a bit and with his thumb is massaging my taint. Adding more spit he adds a third finger and I’m getting hard and really enjoying the feeling as he opens me up further. He pulls out suddenly and say’s shit, I just thought of something. From what you told me earlier, how’d you feel about me getting a friend of his to join us? I tell him I’d definitely be up to that. Tom tells me about Ivan, a guy he works with that got started meeting up with guys. Ivan immigrated from Romania about four years ago. He is blond, 34, with a swimmers build, a well-defined chest, six pack abs and stands 6’ 5”. His English sucks and he doesn’t understand half of what is said to him but he more than makes up for that with his laid-back fun loving personality. Tom adds, oh, and he’s got an 11” dick. The man is huge, has an impressive girth; beer can territory, and he loves to fuck. He’s been Poz-undetectable but had to come off meds 6 months ago and his viral load has spiked up again. He had to go home for a funeral for several weeks and just got back. There wasn’t much opportunity to get laid and he has been as horny as fuck as a result. Tom explains how the trip tapped Ivan out and he could use a few bucks. Tom tells me they’ve played together several times and is sure we can have an amazing fuck session with him. Slightly salivating, I tell Tom to make it happen. Reaching for his cell, he calls Ivan and after repeating himself a few times and assuring him I’m ok with being fucked unmedicated. It sounds like Ivan would love to join us. Tom tells me Ivan gets off work in an hour around 4 and could be here by 5. I nod yes as Tom tells him we’ll order an Uber and text with directions. I look at Tom and say to him how amazing he makes me feel and that for some reason I trust him completely. He looks deeply into my eyes and telling me how much he appreciates that, thinks I’m pretty cool to and promises he won’t let me down. Tom comes back to the chaise, which is now in the shade bends down and kisses me. With a wide grin on his face he says, now, where were we? That’s right I was going to get your hole opened back up. Given Ivan’s huge dick, Tom says he has some work to do as he pulls out a fresh tube of boy butter from his pack and tosses me the poppers. Tom applies an ample amount of the lube to my hole and resumes fingering me with three fingers. I’m already hard and I can see precum already starting to leak from my cock. Tom covers his hand with the lube adding a bit more to my ass. I take a deep hit just as he adds a fourth finger and works to open me further. After sliding back and forth in my hole a bit, Tom pulls out, adds more lube and covers both of his hands. Sliding in quickly and pulling out he begins switches hands back and forth stretching me open ever wider as the two hands pass on their journey in and out of my hole. As he gets deeper he is massaging my prostate from every angle. I’m moaning in pure pleasure as my cock seems to be streaming more and more of the clear liquid. I beg him for more telling how connected I feel and that I can’t get enough of him. Tom tells me how hot I look taking his hands and that my hole is so open and is even sucking his fingers back in. He pulls out then covers the rest of his right hand and wrist with a generous amount of lube and tells me to get ready as he slowly enters my ass again. Taking a deep hit of the poppers and feeling the flush hit me, Tom adds his thumb to the mix and begins twisting his hand around. I loudly moan FUCK as he brushes against my prostate and stretches his fingers around my anal canal. Telling me how turned on he is seeing me take his hand, Tom adds more lube to his wrist and says get ready. I breathe in deep as his hand slides in me fully. He starts in small increments, pulling out and quickly goes back in further. My ass is burning as he continues going deeper. I’m now sweating as Tom starts twisting around inside me. He tells me what a pig I am taking him, and how turned on he is controlling my pleasure. He flexes his fingers all around touching every part of me as his knuckles brushing my prostate. He slides even deeper as my hole stretches further. I’m leaking profusely as his hand continues probing further. I begin bucking back and forth on him taking more of as he tells me my hole has just blossomed open and he up to his wrist. Twisting his arm around inside me I’m completely lost in lust. He grabs my cock with his other hand and starts to slowly stroke. I can’t believe how fucking great this feels. I’m still bucking my ass riding the pleasure wave. vI suddenly see stars and my cock erupts shooting a volley that hits my face. My entire body starts spasming as I feel my entire body enveloped in wave after wave of orgasm. As I come back down, I open my eyes and look at Tom who has a huge grin on his face. Looking into his eyes I see he’s close to tears as he tells me how incredible it was watching me and how moving it is for him as I completely gave into him. I can see he is completely hard, his prick covered precum. He slowly pulls his wrist out as I feel my ass lips dragging along his wrist. As his exit is complete, I feel so empty. He says, damn, I’ve not wrecked your ass, but I can clearly see inside your hole. He’s so looking forward to having my cock inside me but wants to wait for Ivan. And yes, I think you are ready for Ivan’s weapon. He pulls me up on wobbly legs and guides me to the couch. Toms says he’ll be right back as he goes to the kitchen and washes his hands. He offers me some water and tells me to hydrate and relax as Ivan will be here shortly. Tom sits down and I lean back into his chest feeling completely relaxed. We probably sat there for 10 minutes as I slowly recovered from this life altering experience. Tom’s phone chimes. Looking down he says Ivan’s here, covers up with a towel and goes to the front door to let him in…. ___________________________________________________ Hey guys hope you are enjoying. Wanted to further develop the back story as Tom and I developed a relationship. And yes, he really did have to get me whole ready for what’s to come. I appreciate the comments, keep them coming.

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”.

I got married in 2004 and was divorced in 2016, I didn’t hang with guys till my honeymoon and my girl said and I quote “I don’t want to touch your asshole, I don’t want to use a strap on, that just means you’re fuckin gay. So you’re either with me or you’re gay”. That hurt, and then 3 MONTHS after the honeymoon without sex I found a leather daddy with a sling literally down the street and I would go for “2 hour runs” and I’d just run the 6 minute run to his house, get bred in the sling by him and eventually he whored me out. Probably with 20/30 guys in that sling over my marriage. she thought I was a fag so I decided to prove her right,

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.

I had just sat in at the rowing machine in my gym when I noticed a stunning young man who looked Middle Eastern. He was sweating away on the stair master in front of me. I had a bird’s eye view of his perfect bubble butt and his well-developed calves and thighs as they worked their muscular dance. Thankfully he couldn’t see how intensely I was staring. I started to row and soon found I had set my pace to his movement. It was a bit faster and more vigorous that my normal workout rate, but I had become mesmerized. I had been so hypnotized by the oscillation of his ass cheeks that I didn’t notice when he first stepped off his machine and turned to take in the entirety of the gym. I stayed in my trance so long that he began to stare back at me. I awoke deeply startled and embarrassed when he began to move in my direction. He gracefully traveled to the rowing machine beside me and moved directly into action. I tried to avert my attention but caught myself straining to watch him out of the corner of my eye. He started by setting his pace with mine and soon started to speed up ever so slightly. Unconsciously I found myself being drawn; seduced, to speed up with him. I was once again soon in a trance and lost track of how much my eyes had turned to focus on his well-developed arms. I thought the thick black hair on them was just about the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The tightening and relaxing rhythm of his muscles as the carriage slid back and forth was like the working of a steam engine piston. My gaze moved beyond his arms to notice his bare torso showing through the almost waist deep cut of the arms of his workout shirt. His six-pack rippled, his pectorals pulsed, and his dark nipple … well, what can I say? … a man’s nipple is like a sexual magnet for my eyes. Especially when it is seductively peaking out from behind his gapping shirt. I was still rowing but my head was now clearly turned and staring at this gorgeous specimen of a man. If he noticed he hadn’t let on. I took in his warm face with thick five o’clock shadow, his flowing black longish wavy hair, and those dark dark brown eyes. They were focused directly in front of him, was he oblivious to my shameless attention and staring? Or was he intentionally teasing my sexual desire for such an unattainable specimen of a man? My cock was now fully aroused and tenting my work-out shorts. Why had a put on the jock strap with the mesh pouch when I left the stand-up tanning booth? The mesh was stretchy and designed to grow with the hardening tool inside. Without thinking I reached to adjust my hard on and the handles went crashing forward smacking my knees as they passed. An involuntary yelp exploded through my tightly clenched lips, followed by the ever present Canadian “Sorry.” He stopped rowing and asked if I was OK. Painfully aware he was now the one staring my erection twitched as if to say “here, over here, notice me.” He’d heard it loud and clear. He didn’t believe my response; “Oh sorry, no I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. That looks mighty uncomfortable, and I think you need some help with it.” He said this with a teasing grin. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I blurted. “You say sorry a lot. Is that your pat response when a guy comes on to you?” I could barely register his words I was so embarrassed and shocked. “Sorry. A guy like you wouldn’t want to fuck me.” ‘My God’ I thought, ‘did I say that with my outside voice?’ “Actually, I think your one sexy Silver Daddy. Nothing I’d like more than to get a piece of your hairy ass.” Did he not realize we were in the middle of a busy public gym? “Um … um … thanks?” I was so flustered it came out as a question. His encouraging voice and Middle Eastern accent; “Come on, lets go.” , as he jumped up from his machine. I sat staring at my tent, “But, but…?” “Celebrate it daddy, let’s show it off, no need to be embarrassed.” His words of encouragement. I reluctantly stood and he took my hand leading me toward the lockers. When I slowed to search for my lock his grip increased, and he yanked me on and into one of the shower rooms. Closing and locking the door he pushed me against the wall and planted a full lipped passionate kiss on my mouth. I soon melted from my frozen shock and our tongues began exploring the inside of each others’ mouths. After a full two minutes we broke the face sucking, and he was the first to speak. “Fuck yea daddy! You are one good kisser, I like that!” I couldn’t say anything, I just stood their melting under the gaze of those beautiful dark eyes. He then reached over and pulled my stretched wife beater over my head. He tossed it aside and ran his dark fingers through my thick chest hair. When I still didn’t move, he ripped off his shirt and quickly leaned in to suck on my nipples. As he gave them intense and lingering attention I felt his hand push down my shorts, then my jock, finally releasing my 8 inch hard on. He was soon on his knees with my cock deeply down his throat. I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure. His hands made their way to my ass cheeks and a finger searched and found my sweaty hole. It quickly breached my ring. My cock left his mouth and the finger went in. He relished the taste with a loud. “Mmmmm’. Then his hands returned to my waist spinning me around and bending me toward the wall. His warm mouth found my hole and he was soon rimming me. If I wasn’t before, I was now putty to his whims. He orally serviced my ass eventually adding more and more fingers for a good five minutes. Only then did he stand and move in close behind me. The head of his cock teased at my rear entrance. Now this was 1992. I had lost a dozen friends to AIDS and had been practicing and promoting safe sex for 5 years. I could tell his hand was directing his tool directly at my hole and the pressure was building. I needed to speak up since this was all going much faster than I had expected. “I don’t suppose you have a condom in your gym shorts.” “You would suppose correctly. At least let me insert just the tip.” He gently pleaded. “Sorry bud, but unless it’s covered with a condom it’s not going in my ass.” “Are you sure?, ‘cause you don’t seem to be moving.” He was correct. I hadn’t pulled away. If anything my ass had developed a mind of it’s own and was pushing back toward his raw mushroom head. With great effort on my part I turned my back to the wall and for the first time was able to take in his naked beauty. He was as stunning as a naked Greek Olimpian Statue, more so due to his dark skin. And the tool that had been teasing my ass was magnificent. The size and length of a very fat Cuban cigar. He saw me eyeing it. “Go on, suck it, I know you want to.” I was put off a bit by his confidence. But who was I fooling, of course I wanted to suck it. So, I did. At first just the tip, then in ‘til halfway, and soon deep throating. His moans of pleasure assured me I was doing my usual good job. His hands rested on the back of my head, and he was soon giving me a vigorous face fucking. Every now and then he would push in and hold it deep. The hold continuing until I’d choke and then he’d let me pull off and get my breath. Eventually he moaned. “I’m getting close.” I took a break from my oral ministrations long enough to say; “Fuck yah! Fuck that load into me! I had meant my mouth. He pulled me up and turned me to the wall before I took my next breath. With his raw cock pushing at my ring I cried out, “Not there, I didn’t mean there!” “You said; Fuck that load into me.” He spoke right into my ear and shivers went throughout my entire body. “I meant, fuck my face, cum down my throat.” “Yeah. That could be arranged, but first I know you at least want to feel the tip in you. I can feel you pushing back.” He was right. With a mind of it’s own my ass was pushing back and my ring was trying very hard to fight my brain. It won the battle, relaxed and in popped his naked mushroom head. The searing pain reminded me of the paradise and pleasure that would follow as his rod sank deeper into me. Without effort or thought my ass began sucking in his raw cock, all it wanted was relief from this momentary pain. When he was balls deep, he again spoke softly into my ear. “There you go. That’s what you wanted.” “Fuck, that feels so good! I’d forgotten how good skin on skin feels it’s been so long.” I moaned with deep pleasure. That’s when he started to fuck me. “What are you doing?” I cried “Fucking my load into you, just like you asked.” Again in my ear and sending electric shots through my spine. “No, you said, just the tip. For God’s sake don’t cum in me!” I didn’t think he could get any closer to my ear but these words came as if he was inside my ear; “You said don’t cum. Interesting you didn’t say don’t fuck you, and you’re still not pulling away.” Damn, he was twisting my words. But he was right about my lack of initiative to stop him. He was now consistently hitting my prostrate. I couldn’t have pulled away even if I’d had a tow truck at my aid. “I’m very close, ask me to breed you.” He was speaking right into my soul. With a rush I remembered how much I used to love the feeling of my gut being filled with a man’s warm cum. As I screamed “No, don’t cum in me!” my hands grabbed his ass and pulled him and his raw cock in deeper than ever. Simultaneously I had my first powerful anal orgasm in many, many years. This orgasm went on and on as I realized I was milking every drop of the beautiful strangers load deep into my gut cavity. When he caught his breath, still deep inside me he said; “Oh yeah Daddy, that’s what you needed now wasn’t it?” “Awe, I guess you’re right. But I didn’t know it. I’m still not sure I should have allowed it.” “Well, you did, and we both loved it! Now it seems a shame to not get you to return the favor daddy.” I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing from this astoundingly handsome and sexy young man. “You want me to fuck you?!” “I want your load daddy!” “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t even know me and you want me to breed your beautiful ass?!” “You don’t know me and just let me breed your hairy ass.” This talk had him re-hardening in my fuck shoot and he reached to grab my super hard cock. “Clearly you are as excited about this prospect as I am.” “No” I feebly protested. He was not fooled and drilled into me deeper and harder and faster than ever. Within a dozen strokes he was blasting off deep in my ass once again. “Fuck, you are amazing!” I exclaimed “That’s two for you old guy. Time to return the favor. That is if you can.” He taunted. I had him turned and bent to the wall in a flash. Without thinking my raw tool was balls deep in his fuck shoot. I was instantly unloading and breeding my first stranger in many, many years. He quickly pulled off, turned, crouched and was cleaning my now spent erection with his mouth. I was amazed as my cock hardened yet once again in his mouth. “Looks like we’re not done yet you sly Silver Fox. Let’s shower and go back and share this fun with my college roommates. Their gonna love your slutty bareback ass as much as they did mine when they pumped three loads into me before I came to the gym.” ‘Awe’ I thought, ‘so he had been prelubed. No wonder I got in balls deep so easily.’

Oh, I'm sure there are many reasons porn might be shot in south Florida - good weather for outdoor work most of the year, for one thing. As for the specific payment methods, you're probably right about privately produced, one-on-one porn. But I think the original discussion was more about quasi-studio porn, where record keeping (as you've eloquently discussed before) is legally required and where I'm sure the "producer" in question is going to have financial records for payments to performers regardless of their preferences.

By the third hour, the General could easily closed-fist punchfuck Luke from his anus through the second ring. He kept at this for quite a while, the General in a zone, having allowed himself a lot more Tina, and the boy eager to submit, opening his legs wide in the sling. But try as he might, the General wasn’t making a lot of progress in increasing the depth of the fuck. So the General decided the only solution was to fuck Luke up even more. Reluctantly leaving the boys hole, he filled a lube tube with 1/2 a gram and tipped two ecstasy capsules in. Filling this with his chempiss, he opted to not add in fisting powder on the idea that this might hamper full absorption. He then found an extra long hose and affixed it to the lube pump. He then slid the long flexible tube in pushing and pushing until it was all in. From time to time he’d release a tiny amount of the lube to smooth the passage, but even after Luke started showing signs it was hurting, the General kept up his slow gentle pressure until the tube and about 1/2 of the pump were buried in Luke’s hole. Luke was groaning loudly, making little starts, alternating between pain and lust. The General stood at his head, “Drink, boy,” and he slid his big cockhead in the boys mouth and slowly fed him piss. Drinking the big man’s piss brought out the little submissive pig in Luke, and by the time the General was done feeing him mouthful after rank mouthful, Luke ass was arched up in the sling, ready for more. The General waited until the whore had completely cleaned his cock, the smaller young mans’s tongue lapping at his piss slit like a kitten after milk, and then he went to the boys hole. The General greased up his arm from fingertip to shoulder with strongly laced lube. He then pushed hard on the pump, releasing all the chempiss and ecstacy and Tina deep, deep, inside Luke’s little cunt in one huge rush. Luke screamed at the intense burn deep where nothing had touched since the several days that Enrique and Jason had possessed his hole completely. As the General intended, within seconds, Luke felt an aching need deep inside his boy pussy. He wasn’t able to speak, but he was trying to hump the lube pump. The General quickly removed the tube and squared his fist and went into the boy hard, pushing through the boys first and second rings until he encountered resistance. The General pushed again, making Luke’s cry out, and the General paused, and then very slowly began a very light, pounding fuck. The boys hole was flaming hot, fluttering around his big fist, and with every light pound—to Luke it felt someone was fucking him with a log of wood—the General would push a little deeper. Luke’s body was utterly confused. The General was at the beginning of his bicep already, and the stretch was intense and somewhat painful, but Luke craved it more. One second he’d give a little cry as the General took another millimeter of his hole, then he’s spread his legs and welcome the fist. His headspace was just as it was when he’d begged Jason and Enrique to punish his hole with the huge toy. “Fuck me, master,” Luke cried out, his soft cock dribbling precum, “Take me deep.” The General grinned, put his big fist in the bird shape, and dove in. He pushed until Luke was tense with pain, his legs extended straight he pulled his hand all the way. Luke was panting, his body writhing, but within seconds his hole felt empty. “Please, master, I need you deep in me.” The General grinned, scooped a tiny pile of Tina into his palm and closed his fingers around it. He went smoothly in until he was at that same depth. Luke wasn’t as rigid as he’d been, so the General pushed until it was clearly an inch beyond Luke’s limits. He then dropped the pille and began to fist fuck the little whore’s deepest regions. His hand stayed in the bird shape and he took more of the boys depth, Luke’s hotel hole stretched around the General’s massive bicep. Luke thrilled at this,loving how the hole Luke’s wanted destroyed deep gave his pig boy anus a wide stretch. The General lit another bowl—time to give the boy the benefit of his hyped up sexual aggression—when he smoked that he pulled out slightly and then began to pound the boy at those depths with his massive clenched fist. Luke struggled and cried out, but soon the drugs and his submissive nature ran out. The General was his master now, all the pain he’d endured to please the big gorgeous black man, the thrill of his fucking, the remembered pain in his balls and body, broke Luke and remade him. He wise nothing but a receptacle for whatever the man wanted. Luke opened his legs wide, “Take my boypussy, sir, fucking hurt me, fuck me,” Luke cried. The General just smiled his cold smile, “Music to my ears, little whore” he said darkly. He folded his hand and started fucking the boy deeper. He used his free hand to scoop a massive pile of Tina into that general paused the deep fucked and pulled out slightly, so that his massive bicep no longer stretched the boy quite so tightly. The General drove his hand in, doubling the boy with no warning, but stopping he minute his palm was inside. He then quickly swept his hand open and slapped the massive pile of Tina onto the lube covering his forearm. He pulled his palm out and then the arm went in deep. The turned burned a streak up into Luke’s second hole and he screamed, then seconds later his hole began to assgasm around the general’s bicep. The General barely registered this, and he just concentrated on pushing deeper into the boy’s hole. The General went extremely slowly— their would be pleat of time to punch the boy deep later—but he was relentless. His folded hand kept a steady, slight beat going. Soon the General was in past his bicep. The kids hole felt fantastic, warm and living. The sense of power it gave the General was such a high, he was in total control of the little whore. Luke kept up a low keening moan, but his legs stayed relaxed and open. The General smoked another bowl—when he gave the boy another load of chempiss it was going to burn—and then he kept pushing. He wasn’t rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He’d paid to use a whore and he was going to use a whore. The General slowed down again, getting the last bit for the first time required a deft touch if you didn’t want to put someone in the hospital. And the General wanted to use this little blonde slut for many hours—and years—to come. While Luke couldn’t form a coherent though, he was starting to understand what a giant of a man the General was. The ecstasy was in full force, and the Tina told Luke he needed to the big man to fill him. But the General was so, so deep, deeper than any fist had been before. Luke struggled and moaned, but he tried hard to submit. Luke wasnt really thinking, but somewhere in his hindbrain he had the sense that if he that if he didn’t try to give his hole up the General would find a way to take his entire colon anyway. And so over about fourty-five minutes the giant black man’s arm drove deeper and deeper into the hot depths of the blonde twinks stretched-out hole. The General wasn’t satisfied until his nearly hairless armpit was buried in the sluts hole. And then he began to work and work and he deep fisted the boy for three hours straight, going harder and harder. The boy thrilled to be so open for the godlike stud, and he rode the big man’s arm with gusto. From time to time the General would dump another pile of Tina onto his arm and slam it deep in the boy while he smoked his own pipe. Finally he pulled out until just his fist was inside the boy and slid his massive cock in, semihard as always. He filled the boy with chempiss then began fisting again in earnest. His big bicep kept all the piss in as Luke’s body soaked up moisture and drugs in equal measure. Both men went completely mad after that, and the General would deep fist the hole, pulling out and driving in to his armpit, over and over, then he’d pull out and attack first the boys inner hole then punch and punch the boys sloppy outer hole. Luke experienced rolling assgasm, the General relentlessly punching him throughout them, drawing the boys inner hole closer and closer into an addictive sexual relationship with himself. The General knew that, after he’d used the boy a few more times, the boy would only be able to orgasm through his little boy balls only by fantasizing about the General controlling him. He’d done it hundreds of times and looked forward to doing it again. And so he got back to the work at hand: destroying the boy cunt laid out before him.

Although I "subjected" myself to a couple of speed & coke fuelled nights at (Club 80, Melbourne 🇦🇺 ) after having my nipples & PA piercings (done at same time), I don't think my masochism goes to these lengths. I would however be first in line for an experienced Top to take me on his Chem fuelled heavy fuck & fisting cunt wrecking adventures. Would love to feel toys & fist punching through my second ring. Can't wait for the next chapter to find out where the General takes Luke & my fantasies take me.

More times than i can prolly even remember 😈

Speaking from personal experience even in 1992: once you take that first bare cock after several years and feel the first load in you, there is no going back to rubbers.

Hope some of you like this one, my first post on BZ

i had so much fun there, too; they do have a yellow party which is amazing

YOUNG RIPPED BOY MEETS HIS IDOL I’m Damian, I’m 18 years old and very ripped with a nice big dick. My tanned skin tone defines my muscles perfectly. I thank my Moroccan dad for that My ripped body is the result of doing calisthenics since my 13th. I started with training after seeing videos on IG from a group of friends doing and explaining calisthenics. I haven’t really figured out if I like boys or girls, but I had a crush one of the boys from the group; His name was Zane, he was 16 y/o back then and had a ripped body. Last Friday I was training in the park. It was very sunny day so I was only wearing shorts and shoes. I just started a dead hang when I heard someone say “WOW! Looking good”. When I looked over I saw my idol Zane standing there. I ended my exercise and answered “Thanks bro! Your vids gave me the motivation”. This was the start of a conversation about calisthenics and healthy diets. After 20 minutes he asked me if I wanted to meet the group and maybe do a few trainings videos together. I answered with ‘YES!’ We talked some more while walking to Zane’s house. We entered a building and took the lift to the upper floor. When the doors open I was totally amazed by his penthouse. It was huge, had a huge balcony with a swimming pool. Zane pulled of his shirt revealing his ripped body covered in a few large tattoo’s. He must have caught me staring, but he ignored it. He then went to the fridge and took out two bottles of gatorade and handed me one. What I didn’t knew was that they are laced with G and crushed up viagra. I walked around the room and saw a tray with several syringes on it, so I asked him what it was. Zane stuttered a bit and told me they are special vitamin shots he developed himself to get more ripped. “Can I try one?” I asked him. Zane shook his head and then answered “It very strong stuff!”. “PLEASE! I do anything to try it!” I pleaded. Zane softly replied “Yeah! This stuff will”. After several pleas he gave in and told me to sit in the chair. He took a small rubber hose and tied it around my bicep. He found a good vein and swabbed the area. I felt a prick and then saw him shooting the contents in my vein. He than raised my arm and removed he rubber band. A warm rush came over me and I started the cough loudly. When it hit my brain my inhibitions washed away. I looked over to Zane’s hot body and blurted “You are so fucking hot, Bro!”. I couldn’t understand why I said that out loud, but he grinned and replied “So are you!”. Zane told me that he had to get something and walked away. While he was away I became very horny and couldn’t stop touching my body. My hands when down inside my shorts and I started to stroke my rock-hard cock. When Zane came back I had removed my shorts completely and stroked my cock with two hands. “Are you enjoying yourself” Zane asked, but I could only moan in reply. “Shall I show you something that makes this feeling better?” he asked. I was so horny that I nodded. Zane kneeled before me and told me to pull up my legs. He wetted his fingers and then slowly pushed one finger slowly inside. It felt amazing and after several minutes he added another finger. I was in ecstasy when he started to move his fingers around. After a while he pulled them out, took 2 big shard from a baggie and put them on his fingertips before sliding them back in. I began to moan because it burn. “Just relax it will subside” Zane said while adding a third finger. After several minutes the burning stopped and my ass began to open up. Zane worked a fourth finger inside me and then continued opening my ass before pulling out. I pleaded him to put them back, but he told me that he had something that will feel a 100 times better. He then removed his shorts, lubed his dick up with some spit and placed a big shard into his piss slit. He aligned himself better and placed the head of his cock in my gaping hole. With one thrust he rammed his cock deep in me but got blocked by my inner-ring. I let out a yell and a grunt because of his invasion. He then began to push forward against the ring. I started to moan louder as he increased the pressure. Slowly my inner-ring started to open up. When Zane felt this he let out a stream of piss and deposited the big shard behind the ring before pulling out. He then pushed another shard in my ass before pushing his cock back in. While my ass was burning he started to pump his cock in and out. After a few minutes the burning stopped and I started to moan louder and louder. With every stroke his cock stretched the inner-ring before it gave way and letting his huge cock sink ball deep. The feeling of his cock engulfed by my warm insides put Zane over the edge. He began to grunt loudly, his balls tightend and his dick started to swell up, just before shooting a huge load deep in my ass. I could feel my insides filling up with his warm cum. When Zane was done he began to piston fuck my ass so hard that his creamy cum began to flowed out of my ass with every stroke. He kept fucking me for more than 40 minutes straight and loaded me up another 4 times. When he pulled out we heard the front door open and 6 hot athletic boys between the ages of 19 en 22 came in. “I would like you to meet my crew” Zane said. The boys didn’t hessite and stripped naked. I felt like a kid in a candy shop seeing at all these ripped body’s. While looking at them something caught my eye; every boy had a tattoo on the base of their cock. And when Zane stood up I saw it also on his cock. It looked like a biohazard sign. But before I could think about the meaning, I was grabbed by two of the boys who took me to a playroom with a huge bed, 2 slings and lots of toys. I was put in one of the slings and while they secured me I saw the others coming in. “Time for another vitamin shot” said Zane, and before I knew it I felt him removing the band which resulted in a strong rush and coughing harder than the first time. I saw how the other boys also administer their slams. After coughing 2 of them grabbed a videocamera and started recording. A hot 21 y/o boy walked towards me and rammed his hard cock deep in me. I screamed but he kept on brutally pounding my ass. After a while the pain started to change in pleasure again and I started to moan. After he shot his huge load deep in me he was replaced by another boy. The last one was the youngest (19 y/o) but with an enormous cock (13 inch / 33 cm). His fucking was so intense that I came twice and without hands. After he pulled out my open ass started to ooze cum so they closed my hole up with a big butt plug. They helped me out of the sling and moved me to the bed, where i lay surrounded by 7 hot boys. I was still hard and my cock was pointing straight up. One of them saw this and got up and slid in one go over my cock before riding it hard. When I said that I was about to cum he kept on riding me and squeezing my cum out of my cock. I came 2 times in his ass before he got off. Part 2 is coming soon

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Part 3. As he stood there motionless to gather his thoughts, I was quite. Looking around questioning myself of why I was there. The thought, again, came across my mind of why Jason referred to “We” in his email introduction. Finally, I spoke up. “Uh, I’m not totally clueless. I suspect that you want to have a threeway, right?” My cock became hard in saying that. Jason turned around and looked at me with a deviant look on his face. He was glowing from the flames off the fireplace. His eyes were aglow with shimmering red from the reflection of the flames of the fire. Jason spoke, “You are so right! But it’s more than a threeway. My ‘family’…my ‘brothers’ and I number in size. We would love to have you join us.” “Well, you can count me in. It sounds like a hot time!” I said. “When?” Jason reached out with his arm and latched onto my arm to literally lift me up from the couch. We went down the dark hallway. I literally was holding on to him in the darkness. We went to a back room. And, stopped. He snapped his finger and a dirty dingy dull light came on. It was a sleazy bedroom with black walls with scribbled in red glossy paint, various sayings, quote, symbol and prayers. and, a dirty large bed. Jason reach into the closet and said “ strip down and put this robe on.” he turn and reached to an adjoining side door, into another bedroom. As I stripped, I flung off my clothes to the side. I picked up the black robe and dropped it on me. It was silky smooth and felt good against my body. Jason already was standing in the doorway and told me to follow him. I think Jason was admiring my naked body from afar. We went back down the hallway and to another hallway that was much shorter in length. At the end, Jason open the door and a warm breeze came out. It let to stairs that were dimly lit. There was a scent of innocence burning. The stairs creaked as I stepped down barefoot. At the base of the stairs, Jason flung on his hood and grabbed mine to cover up my head. We walled down a corridor that had black smooth walls that glistened. Off in the distant was chanting. And a putrid piss smell wafting into my nostrils. It smelled like a mens bathroom that had never been cleaned. At the end of the corridor was a room that was lit by candles. I can see shadows on the wall moving and swaying. The chanting became louder. I stood at the end of the corridor and I was amazed to see it vastly open up into a large sub open space. In the center of the room was a slab. Around the room were a dozen or so men in similar black robes standing and swaying around the altar. Chanting in the back ground from an unknown source. Around the room were idols of demon like figure. Grotesque faces looking down from the corner ceiling. And a couple of cauldrons that were bubbling away with the smell of piss. I guess I hesitated too long, because Jason pushed me further in with his body to block me from leaving. Escorted up to the black/gray slab altar I was able to see the entry way being sealed off by a thick door. The spacious room was black walls. There were pentagrams on the walls and the floor. aside from various demon figures was a large horned figure with an enormous cock holding an orb that shined dull red. A voice spoke up from one of the hooded figures. “Welcome brothers! HAIL Sarah Palin!”. All returned a reply! “HAIL Sarah Palin!”

Part 2 I then asked, “Don’t we have a party to get to?” Dante answered, “Fuck yeah, but I need to make a stop at my place to get more ‘supplies’.” Dante We pulled up to my crib and I pulled into my garage. After turning the engine off I quick shut the garage door and invited Chris inside while I prepare ‘supplies’ I was going to take to the party. He went to put his shirt back on when I stopped him, “I sure you’re still hot from the T for smoked cause I know I am, besides you got a nice bod, you should show it off.” As usual there were a few members of my crew there are their bitches. Although I am gay, most of my crew is straight. I introduced Chris to all that were in my crib especially my two gay boys. As Chris was busy with two of the gay boys in my crew, one of them asked, “Hey boss is he?” I answered, “He is, he just don’t know if yet. Nothing like a little Tina and Gina to bring the gay out in a gay boy in denial. Can you fix him a drink and make sure he’s got a well packed pipe while I get things prepared.” I let Chris know, “These boys are going to keep you entertained while I'm getting things ready” as I headed to my bedroom Chris was already given the G laced drink and was escorted into the living room. I headed out you the pool house to get things ready once Chris was tweaking on Tina and strong in the hold of Gina. Chris Dante left me with a few of the guys hanging out at his place. I had my drink in hand, a pipe sitting on the table, with a torch. I didn’t hesitate as I sipped my drink I began to smoke the pipe. As I quickly was nearly the end of my drink I continued to smoke the pipe and noticed that two of Date's guys were with this girl that was apparently there for the drugs. One of the guys was black and clearly in charge and the other was white guy and clearly the follower. They were but working this petite Hispanic girl over right there in the presence of myself and the two guys sitting with me. As I watched the Hispanic girl get fucked, I looked up at the 50” TV which had gay porn playing. I had never seen anything like this before and couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. That was until I noticed the two guys that had been sitting with were half naked, making out. Between the porn on the TV and the guys progressively getting into it next to me I was feeling incredibly horny. As the Hispanic girl was getting pounded by the black dude while the white dude was getting his dick, a nice dick actually, sucked. I looked over at the two dudes next to me to see the one guy sitting in the other guy’s lap as they faced each other still kissing. They were both half naked (from the waist down) as I watched a hard cock push into the one guy's ass. I could hear him moan as the hard cock pushed an the way inside. I was so memorized I didn’t notice it when Dante sat beside me on the couch, grabbed the pipe from me and lit up telling me to finish my drink. I gulped what was left in the glass, just less than half the glass. Dante told me we were going to shotgun this hit just before he started to suck in the smoke as it built up in the bowl. Dante I entered the pool house to find it in the condition I expect it to be left in, clean and ready for use. Three wrist and ankle restrains were I place, I prepare several points, had the tourniquet, alcohol preps and cotton balls ready. I had plenty off Gatorade with GHB already added. I checked the hidden cameras to be sure to record all the action especially when I get Chris to ask for his slam, when he begs me to fuck him and finally when he asks me to breed him. When finally had the pool house prepared when the necessary essential that were sure to not only bring the gay out of this boy, help him realize and accept his real self and hopefully cement him as my fuck toy it was time to head back inside and see what condition Chris was in after spending time with my crew. I walked back into the house to find my two straight boys spit roasting this Hispanic chick while my two gay boys were fucking on the couch right next to Chris who kept shifting his eyes from the gay porn on the TV with the action going on next to him all the time rubbing his free hand on a very clear hard cock. It was clearly evident to me that he had no interest in the fucking going with the Hispanic chick. Chris didn’t notice my rejoining him until I grabbed the pipe out of his hand. I noticed he had almost half of his drink left. I told him to finish his drink which he drank down in nearly one gulp. I started to heat the Tina in the bowl telling Chris that we were going to shotgun the next hit. Chris was still shifting his eyes between the TV, the fucking going on right behind me, and my actions with the pipe. I sucked in as much smoke as I could, leaned over to Chris who leaned towards me causing our lips to meet sealing them together. Chris began to breathe in before I had the chance to exhale the vast amount of Tina I had sucked into my lungs. Chris stopped once his lungs were filled with the Tina I had expelled from my body. Although Chris had finished inhaling he didn’t make an effort to pull away from our lip lock. I made no effort to make more of this simple kiss then what it was presently. Chris surprised me when I sensed he was about to blow the smoke back into my waiting mouth. I quickly accepted his offering breathing down what Tina remained. This time I decided it was time to push things a little further. I flicked my tongue ever so gently so that it quickly brushed against his lips. Chris broke off or lip lock causing me to think he needed more T and/or G. He took the pipe from my hand while checking the noisy fuck behind my back proclaiming we do another shotgun. Once he had sucked in all the smoke he could we once again sealed our mouths when each other and I accepted the smoke from Chris. This time after I had taken in all of his Tina smoke he surprised me by letting his tongue gaze against my lips. After Chris you the Tina smoke back from me we began to kiss. Our tongues freely explored each others mouths. From the sound my gay boys were making I knew they were getting close to climaxing. As we continued to kiss I could hear them talking about breeding. The bottom for asking the top, “You gonna breed my ass?” The top was responding with, “Fuck yeah I’m gonna breed your tight ass when my dirty seed bro. You ready to get knocked up? You want me to get you pregnant?” The bottom began to yell out, “YES! FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY LOAD! GET ME FUCKING PREGNANT” The top stud screamed out “FUCK” as he could clearly seen in pure ecstasy as he unloaded deep inside the bottoms ass. As I had hoped all this action when the T & G fueling his brain was taking him where he needed to be tonight. I pushed things a little further when I moved my hand to his hard cock freeing his hand which instinctively found my hard cock. We continued to kiss as the gay boys moved from the couch to the floor flipping so the let could get a good fuck and load. I pulled my mouth from his allowing me to pay attention to his neck and ears. As I gently pushed him down towards my crotch. It didn’t the much before his mouth found the tip of my cock. While rubbing the back of his head and neck I used my other hand to pop open my cargo shorts which would allow better access to my cock if Chris wanted more of my poz cock. Chris hesitated for a brief second before pulling it free and licking the tip then licking the shaft. It was time to plant seeds in his drugged up brain. I asked him, “You liking that black cock?” The only response he gave as he started to take the head of my cock into his mouth was a ‘yes’ nod. While Chris had his head I my lap I reached over and loosened his jeans allowing me access to his ass. I quickly found his hole and began to play with it eliciting a quiet moan. With attention on my cock I worked to slip a small shard of Tina into his unsuspecting ass. I continued to rub his head and continued, “How’d you like to become part of my crew? I would really like to have you hanging around when you’re able. I know how parents can be filling your head with what’s expected of you. You are starting to discover your true self, who you want are and I know you’re enjoying the real Chris.” Chris’s silence along with his efforts on my 9 poz cock which by now was hard as steel and supplying Chris an ample supply of my poz pre-cum. An affirming moan escaped aims my cock as Chris doubled his efforts at getting more of his cock into his mouth. Understanding his desire and hunger I applied a little pressure to the back of his head as his throat slipped into his throat. I could sense a feeling of accomplishment from Chris as his throat began to massage my cock as it was lodged in his throat. I allowed him to pull off and some for needed air before he moved back down getting even more of my cock into his throat. This not was hungry and ready. I reaffirmed my desire to have him in my crew. He was to become my personal fuck toy, and with continued work on his oral skills he’d become me hell of a cock sucker. He’d service only me and maybe select friend and business associates. I was fairly sure the wheels were spinning in the drugged up boys brain as he was trying to comprehend all that was going on, just the way I had intended the night to go for him. As Chris continued to work his mouth and throat on my cock I let my soon you be fuck toy know, “You don't have to worry, your responsibility will be to me and only me. I have no intention in having you sell or transport the drugs I sell. The only thing I want from you is the pleasure of your mouth and ass. If you agree up this we’re going to go out to the pool house. Once inside this is what you’re you say and do you show me you accept all that I will give you and become what you were meant to be.” Chris I couldn’t completely understand what was happening to me. All I knew was that I had a growing desire to get as much of Dante’s cock inside my mouth and, with Dante’s help, into my throat. I will had a picture of the two guys that fucked I the couch next to us that were now I the floor continuing there fucking. I tried to concentrate I what Dante was asking and telling me about becoming part of his crew. The thought of that excited and stimulated me on ways I couldn’t understand. A chock part of me was scared at the idea, a bigger part of my brain was excited at the new found freedom I was discovering with Dante. He repeated what I was to say and do once we were I the pool house having me repeat it all back to him before we were to head out to the pool house. As we rose from the couch both of us lost our shorts leaving Dante completely naked and me in a pair a bright blue Andrew Christian boxer briefs. Dante made a comment on how nice my ass looked in them as he led me out the patio door. The first thing I notice was the pool with a jacuzzi on the side near what appeared to be the pool house. I guess I was staring at the water when Dante told me, “We’ll most likely take a dip in the pool later when we need a break” just as we were walking through the door to the pool house. Dante leaned when you kiss me on the lips signaling me to start. I immediately began, “Dante, I want to be part of your crew. Please slam me, then fuck my virgin ass. Please knock me up, give me your DNA and mark me as yours.” We kissed some more as he helped me climb into the sling, helping me get my feet I the stirrups and making sure my ass was right were he wanted it to be to give him to access. I was expecting him to slam me, what ever a slam is, but was caught surprisingly off guard when he got between my legs and began to lick my ass sending waves of pleasure ran through my body. This new simulation was driving me crazy that the only thing that was in my brain was to repeat what Dante asked me to say earlier. Dante was getting my hole hot and wet as he began to occasionally slip a finger inside as he worked to open me up for me big black cock. Suddenly I felt him push a rough object inside my ass as he commented, “Damn boy, none got a nice hole here, nice and hungry I bet. I’ve got three fingers inside you and your hole is trying to suck my hand issue. Don’t worry, I like a nice, tight ass.” I felt an incredible emptiness when Dante pulled his fingers from inside me. He moved to my left side where place a strap around my upper arm as he used an alcohol pad to rub a spot, before he picked up an orange capped syringe telling me, “If you think your ass is hungry and feeling empty now, it’s about to be even more hungry then you ever thought possible. All your going to want to do is concentrate on that hole and the pleasure you will be giving me which will bring pleasure to you.” I remained perfectly still without having to me to do so as I felt a sight pinch when Dante slipped the needle into my vein. He pulled the plunger slightly back getting a little bit of my blood I the barrel before he began to slowly empty the entire clear liquid into my body. He told me a little of what to expect as he snapped the quick release strap causing the strap to fall from my arm and, as Dante had told me, I began a strong caughing fit.