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Part 5: Consequences I had slept all day apparently. When I finally woke up it was late afternoon. I had slept through my work shift and I was freaking out. I immediately grabbed my phone and noticed I had fifty missed calls from my boss. David was still asleep so I snuck out of the room and called my boss back. I told him some bullshit but he didn't buy it. He fired me anyway. Oh well I thought. I had enjoyed myself and honestly I was glad I got fired because I hated that job anyway. I went back into the bedroom where David was still sleeping. He wasn't underneath the covers and his cock was semi hard. I couldn't help myself so I started stroking his cock until it was fully hard and then I wrapped my lips around the head and just slowly started sucking his head. He began to stir a bit and started moaning which in turn made me try a little more to see how far I could get him before he exploded. But David woke up completely and said he wanted my ass again. So reluctantly I quit sucking his cock and climbed on top until his cock was lined up with my hole. Although my hole was a bit sore I must admit I did want his cock back inside of me. I didn't even grab the lube. I just slowly lowered myself onto his cock and it slid in with just a little resistance. David told me to lean forward and as I did he raised his legs to where he could thrust in and out of my hole. Our lips met as he slowly started topping me from the bottom. My own cock was hard and pressed between us as we kissed and fucked. He didn't fuck me fast but definitely at a nice rhythm that kept me on the edge of an orgasm. I didn't want to admit it just yet but I was falling in love with David. He kept fucking my hole and as we kissed I was moaning into his mouth. David was driving me insane because I couldn't get enough of him. After a bit we broke the kiss and he grabbed my hips and really started fucking my hole with purpose. I knew he was getting close and so was I. After several minutes of him just pounding away I lost it. My cock exploded all over his chest and stomach. I scooped up my cum and started eating it and this sent David over the edge. Once again he flooded my hole. Goddamn it felt so good feeling his hot cum shoot inside me. Once he finished I kissed him before climbing off and going down to clean his cock. He didn't tell me to but I just felt it was my place to clean his cock. I could see pure bliss on his face as I cleaned his cock. As I was cleaning his cock he told me he needed to piss really bad. Again instinct took over and I just left my mouth on his cock. He asked if I was sure I wanted his piss and I just moaned around his cock. He then began pissing down my throat and I tried really hard to swallow it all. I wasn't repulsed in the least bit. If anything it just made me hornier. As David finished peeing I cleaned his cock up more until he was completely clean. Once I was finished he raised up and gave me another kiss. He got up and said we should get something to eat. I was definitely hungry as was David. He cooked us breakfast even though it was the afternoon and it hit the spot. Once we were finished we went outside to his back porch and just relaxed. As we were relaxing he took me by the hand and said we needed to talk.

I've never been the best student. Grades just weren't as much fun as trying to get the straight guys at the gym in shower and beg to suck their big jock cocks. I guess by the end of my freshman year I'd got a little bit a reputation for being the guy to go to for a quick discrete bj. So when my financial aid was on the line, I went to my instructor thinking "What's another bj, especially since this one could actually get me to pass my class". My history professor was thick hairy bear with a shaved head. I'd see him at the gym in the mornings pumping iron. He wasn't defined, just huge pecs and arms and stomach. I wondered as I walked to his office if it expanded to other parts of his anatomy. I specifically went after school, hoping there would be fewer people around. The door was open as I rounded into the room, and he was at his desk. "What do you want?" he asked, not even looking up for his desk. "I wanted to talk to you about my preformance in class" I said playing with the door opening and closing it. "Are you really gonna do this?" he asked as he finally turned towards me. "Do what?" I tried to act innocent. "I know what you're doing. I just thought you wouldn't be so damn much like a bad porno. Does this act work for the boys in the gym?" Shit I thought. Well, I guess my reputation preceded me. "Yeah, I get what I want." I tried to play it cool. "Close the door." I closed and locked it. "Get on your knees." With his size and attitude I was mildly turned-on, but I needed to focus, this was business after all. I crawled on all fours in between his legs with my face near his crotch and slipped off my shirt. All my time at the gym kept me perfect slim. I gave a small show moving my toned bod under him watching the tent grow in his slacks. That's when I began to notice it. It didn't stop growing. The bulge just started moving down his leg. I had to see it. I reached for his pants whereupon he slapped my face. "Open your mouth, slut." I opened wide and moaned and watched as he unbottoned and zipped. Out of his pants fell out a monster. My jaw dropped lower. It was easily nine inches, and the thickness was amazing. I moved to wrap my hands around it. I've always been proud of my big hands but still, it was so thick. my index finger and thumb barely touched. he had a forearm in his pants! my mouth watered and he watched me and an evil smile drew across his face. "Well lets see how good your preformance is." I opened my mouth slowly around the head, my jaw popped a little as i pushed down on it. it was so huge. I licked around the head trying to stuff more in my mouth. I gagged and coughed. A hand flew across my face hard and hit me to the ground. "You call that a blow job? get back here and do it right!" Fuck yeah daddy, I thought "yes sir!" I got back between his legs and tried working it again. I got the head in my mouth and began bobbing my head trying to stuff it further. the thickness just wouldn't go down. Suddenly his hands grabbed the back of my head and forced me down I felt my throat expand and become full and stuffed within seconds my eyes watered, my stomach spasmed I was choking, but his big hands held me down and he began fucking my windpipe. i could feel my face turning blue and he pulled me off. I gasped for air and tried to swallow so not to throw up and he held me by my hair and spat in my face. "Open your mouth you little slut" I gasped trying to speak to breathe, but he was already sticking his dick back in my mouth. He stuffed and fucked it with two strokes before the water i drank earler spilled out my mouth on this shoes. "Pathetic" he said. Who the fuck was this sex demon? this was not my teacher for this past semester. "I guess you'll settle with a F then. " He said and began to zip up. "No!...." i gasped and stuggled to stand. i had no other choice. I grabbed my belt buckle and pulled my belt off. I turned around and slowly dropped my jeans. This wasn't a show. I was scared, but if i didn't pass this, college was over for me. I stood there in my nothing but my jock strap. for all my reputation, I'd only let two guys fuck me in my life, and neither of them were as big or brutal as this demon teacher top. . I turned my head over my shoulder and saw him unbottoning his shirt showing his huge physique. huge muscles all over rounded and hard and buldging like his cock. He was probably a line backer in highschool he was just huge everywhere. just huge rounded muscle and a giant cock. "Back that hole up boy" I want you to know what you're asking for. I did as i was told and felt him slapping his cock against my ass and it felt like getting spanked with a beer can. he opened a drawer and pulled out a red ball gag, a bag of something and lube. he drew some lines in of the drug on desk and ordered me to sniff. Drugs are not my thing but i knew I'd probably need it. I sniffed a line and my mind went nuts when it hit me. He kept slapping the hard dick against my ass and I started gyrating on it even as he gagged me. I felt him pouring lube down my crack and rubbing two fingers on my hole. "Slut I'm gonna ruin you." he said as he shoved two fingers down my hole. I moaned from the pain of being pushed so quickly and from the pleasure of loving it his fingers massaging my insides. i wanted more. He ordered me to sniff another line and very quickly i was riding three of his fingers like a bitch in heat, hands on my knees ass pumping. He pulled out his fingers and slapped my ass. "Spread your cheeks whore!" I did as I was told and he rubbed his enormous cock head up and down my crack adding more lube. he lined it up with my hole and told me to push back. I tried but the head wouldn't go in. It pushed on my hole and it hurt and hurt and hurt and finally he grabbed my hips and shoved me down. The head popped in but it was more like exploded in i felt my sphinter stretch far beyond it should ever be stretched and it squeezed his cock I tried to scream but he pulled on the ball gag and it cut off my breath just enough to stop me. The enormous mushroom head of his cock was fucking me and i already felt like i would die. This head was destroying my ass with every thrust and he had not even pushed his cock in a third of the way into me. He pulled his cock out and let me feel the tender insides of my hole now pushing outside my hole. "I'll make a good rose bud of your ass tonight boy!" And he grabbed my hips and pushed me back on the head fucking my muscle ass. He continued adding lube and slowly he pushed deeper and deeper and deeper and i could feel his hard meat moving inside me. It was moving my insides around and I felt it in every piece of me. Finally I leaned back and I felt his balls rest on my ass. these giant hairy balls slapped my hole as the fucked me again and again with such brutality i completely gave in. my ass was so open and sore and still snug for his enourmous cock. I proceeded to let him touch and own every part of my body till finally i felt and erruption inside me. he slid me off of him and i fell to the floor limp and dead covered with sweat and his cum began seeping outside my hole. He took his papers and walked out after readjusting himself. I crawled and limped home shortly after. When grades came in I recieved and A Plus. A few months later i got myself tested and also recieved a postive score on my HIV test. So much for not getting the grades right?

Sadly what’s happening in red states is not isolated to red states. UK’s Ofcom has issued really strict guidelines for implementation of the child protection act. The cost to comply makes compliance impossible. And, while I have no business presence in the UK, the legal ties between the US and the UK are close and I’d rather not risk the rather hefty fines (£18M). Unlike what red states are doing it looks like this will affect social media like X and Telegram since it doesn’t have the exemption for less than 1/3rd adult content. So I expect this to be a major news story in the coming months. Oh, and the block should work better than the red state block since it’s an entire country (countries don’t exchange IP addresses like states do). Lastly… Voting matters! Don’t just sit there and complain.

I think one of the most hypocritical aspects of the recent SCOTUS oral arguments is that conservatives on court are making the claim the technology advancements, the types of content available online, and the ease of access to it when compared to magazines and films from the 1950s modifies the constitutional question as it relates to the 1A. Compare this to the number of times the same conservatives have dismissed arguments the technology of guns and increased availability modifies in any way the constitutional question of the 2A. I've long known this version of SCOTUS has zero consistency and is simply a mouthpiece for the American Right, but this is a yet another level of hypocrisy. Originalism or Textualism as judicial philosophy should be dead after the Roberts Court goes away. They have shown that they have no philosophy beyond Christoauthoritarianism.

Doing a quick second post to give you a sense of the next chapter in Luke’s developing life in the Brothel and his addiction to the General. I won’t be posting for several weeks due to a trip. Luke’s Total Service Luke’s mouth was roots-deep on a giant black cock. His hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. His jaw and shoulders ached from the strain of hours of sexual service. None of these things was unusual, as Luke spent many many hours each week serving giant cocks and being bound. But what was unusual was the totality of his subservience. A couple of months ago, he’d been called out to serve a client in a large penthouse apartment in a downtown skyscraper. He’d been stunned to discovered that his client was the General, his little cock hard as a rock the minute he saw the object of his sexual addiction. The General had always used him in one of the basement dungeons, with all the cruel tools of his sexual torture and sadism at the ready. The General had Luke kneel and he’d cuffed his hands tightly behind his back. He’d then slid a big tube up Luke’s hole and given him what felt like a massive dose. He’d then put a tight mask over Luke’s face, leaving only his mouth and nose exposed. Luke had taken the massive, semi-hard cock down his throat, and then he felt a large flexible band go around the back of his head, binding his mouth to the general’s crotch, his nose buried the big man’s musky, trimmed pubes. And the General had worn Luke’s mouth like some crazy human flashlight for most of the next three days, Luke’s throat involuntarily sucking and spasming, the big head lodged deep in his gullet. When the General moved, Luke moved, walking awkwardly bent over. When the General needed to piss, he’d pause and piss and Luke would drink. Sometimes, Luke would feel the tails of a dresshirt draped over his face, as he knelt on the floor between the General’s huge spread thighs and Luke would suckle and service the big cock while the General held video business meetings. When the General showered, Luke’s showered too, the soap and shampoo getting in his nose and running down his face. When the General needed to take a shit, Luke would stay in position, his throat drinking the man’s piss and his nostrils filling with foul smells. Luke often cried during those times, feeling his abject slavery to the man. At night, he slept between the man’s legs, trying to sleep, occasionally being awakened by a throat full of strong night piss. The first day of this had been hell, as he’d gagged and retched around the cock, until he’d just accepted the cock as a fact of life, and then his throat settled into a steady involuntary sucking. The General’s sexual appetites were unquenchable, and his cock stayed semihard for hours. When the huge Nigerian muscle god wanted more active service, he’d slide a big bump of Tina up Luke’s hole, spank Luke’s ass hard with his giant hand three times, then the General would loosen the belt that held Luke’s head and give him enough play to suck the man from tip to base. In the mornings—Luke supposed is was morning, as he’d not seen anything in the days since the mask went on—the General would wake up and Luke would drink his piss. Then the General would undo the strap and position Luke on his hands and knees on the bed. He’d shove a lube tube deep inside Luke and dropped a 1/2 gram, and then the General would settle in for a long rough fuck. After the General had dropped a couple of loads, Luke would be reattached to the cock he served and spend the day on his knees, awkwardly walking when the General paced while on the phone, or sitting while the man worked. Luke was grateful when the hold was loosened and he provided an active blow job—when the man got hard without loosening the belt, the huge cock would completely fill his mouth and throat and cut off his air. Luke had learned to breath through his nose, but he still passed out from time to time, as the big cock suffocated him. The experience was exhausting, his entire world reduced for hours on end to one man’s enormous, insatiable cock. His sense of smell was dominated by the man’s musk, and most of the breath he drew was through the big man’s pubes or the skin around the massive shaft. His tongue was overpowered by the taste of the General, his piss, his sweat, the constant stream of precum, and the man’s massive loads of semen. Luke looked forward to his morning fuck, and his nightly fuck, and the hard, hot fisting that usually followed. When he had time to think, days after one of these sessions would end, Like figured that he spent between sixteen and twenty hours of each day affixed to the man’s cock. And so those moments when he could fully breath, his ass on fire from the giant portions of Tina the man dropped there, he reveled in the man’s fisting, always too much, too hard, too deep, and too fast. The affect of the General’s cruel treatment was that Luke became even more marked, more addicted to the man’s cock, and that the only freedom he was afforded was to pleasure the big man’s cock with his mouth or hole, and Luke began to revel in the man’s cruelty, to beg him to go deeper, harder and faster. After these sessions with the General, it would take Luke days and days to recover, to smell anything or taste anything other than the lingering masculine musk of the giant-dicked black god. When he was with the General, Luke was never given any food or water, his body drawing moisture only from the sweat, precum, cum and piss produced by the huge cock he served. And so for days afterwards those tastes dominated his senses. He entire body ached, and his neck and shoulders and back spasmed and seized. Karzinsky soon assigned Luke a personal trainer who was a certified physical therapist. Luke had always just kept to a rigorous workout plan as assigned, working out in the gym at his designated time. But the trainer, Jerry, a big muscled and tatted Australian, made him perform hours of PT on his neck, back, and shoulders and then started him on a rigorous program focused on definition. Luke’s great, natural diving body acquired a new focus, his pecs popped like small apples, every muscle of his torso and ass defined. All the men—from twins to muscle bottoms to the five or so muscle tops—who were assigned a trainer were expected to provide sexual service on demand. There was a special, smaller gym for these men, and Luke was glad he wasn’t one of the muscle tops. To keep them in line Karzinski and his men constantly humiliated the big muscled men, making them wear lacy thongs and occasionally being fisted in the gym surrounded by the others. Luke got off relatively easy, simply drinking Jerry’s piss in the gym when he offered it. Jerry preffered to fuck him in the privacy of one of the brothel’s many service rooms. Jerry also liked to edge Luke, subjecting Luke to an exhausting workout, then he’d tie the little blonde up and edge and edge him until Luke was in tears. Luke discovered, though that as hot as Jerry was, if Luke wanted to come he had to fantasize about the General—his fist shoulder deep, his cock to the root in his mouth, or the musty smell of his ass when Luke would service him. After Jerry would finally give Luke release, he’d leave Luke tied up and bend his legs back and plunge his thick uncut tool into Luke’s hole and bang him for an hour or more. By the time Luke was done with his workout and the after-gym edging and fucking party, he barely had the energy to eat his now precisely-monitored diet of lean proteins, precise carbs, and vegetables. And so here Luke was, on his knees smelling the sexually-charged musk of his own, personal, giant Nigerian muscle man. Luke felt the man loosen the belt holding him and got excited, his boycock suddenly hard despite the Tina and Ecstacy coursing in his veins. He felt the General huge hand on his jaw, forcing it wider while he other hand pressed firmly on the back of his head, and the General forced him down to the root of his cock, and then further, slipping both of his huge balls inside Luke throat, the big cockhead going further into Luke’s gullet, and then the belt was tightened and Luke’s throat held the entirety of the man’s shaft and his balls. Luke had a really hard time of it, it was like the first day all over again, and for several hours he gagged and sputtered, his jaw in agony from the even wider stretch. And then something strange happened. Luke felt a hand other than the General’s on his ass. Luke knew that cleaning staff entered the room everyday. The General would put on one of his traditional robes and sit at his desk and hide the naked, bound twink between his legs. This always excited the General, and his cock would swell and gag Luke, until the constantly milking action of Luke’s stuffed throat caused the man to explode down his throat, his moans muffled by the noise of the electric vacuum. But today Luke felt an unknown man pull apart his asschecks, and a broad finger stretch his hole. The man quickly threaded a lube tube deep inside and delivered a massive dose. As Luke howled around his big cock as the General got hard as a rock. Luke then felt the burning flame of a big, Tina-covered cock spear his hole in one big push. Once the Tina burn had abated, Luke enthuastically serviced the General while enjoying an expert deep fuck by the other man. The cock was actually thicker than the Generals, which Luke hadn’t thought possible—and it was quite long, but not as long as the Generals giant tool. But the key thing was the man was an excellent cocksman. He had rhythms and cadences to his fucking—short fucks to enjoy the feeling of destroying Luke’s second hole, then a long series of total penetration, pulling out and ramming in to the hilt. He moved his cock around constantly, stretching and battering Luke’s insides from all angles. The end result was that as Luke’s insides got looser, the big tool went thrillingly deeper and deeper. After both men and given Luke two loads—the General deep in Luke’s gullet and the mystery man’s huge loads deep in his guts—the mystery man filled Luke’s hole with warm potent chempiss which set Luke tingling again. The General undid his headpiece and Luke came off the big cock, spluttering saliva and other stomach juices, trying to work some of the pain from his over stretched jaw. Then Luke felt the General’s cock slide in and deliver his load of piss up Luke’s hole followed by a big plug. There was a heated discussion between the General and the other man, muffled by the all-encompassing mask. And then he felt strong fingers slide the mask off and Luke blinked, the dim light in the room was too much. The General turned Luke’s head to see the new man. He was a gorgeous young black African, not as tall as the General but still 6’5” or so. He was broad and rectangular, wide chest, flat stomach, and his big 10 inch cock hung in the light, dripping precum. His physique was excellent, but it was that of a naturally stout man, and it was as if his rippling muscles had a padded quality to them. Luke though he was one of the hottest men he’d ever seen. The General spoke, “ This is my nephew. You may address him as sir, he insisted on taking off your mask so he can watch your face when he fists you.” The nephew held up one hand, and pointed as his wrist. Holy Fuck, Luke thought, he had big hands but they were barely wider than his huge, wide wrists and then his arms just got bigger as they went up. Luke involuntarily arched his back, and the General smiled, “You want that, huh? We shall see—those thick wrists will stretch you wide and deep—and we will make sure to make it as painful and exciting as possible, just how you love it little cunt.”

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.’

Can't wait for more! Hope he embraces the news.

My boyfriend is finally here. I visited him two weeks ago, I came back last Tuesday, 10 days before. Yesterday night was incredible we combined hard fuck with love and passion. It was a very special kind of making love. We did this for hours when we came into each other’s hole. After we woke up today, we spent hours in bed repeating what we did in the previous night. We were a bit exhausted , so we wanted to get some food but I was so horny I needed to cum. I started to jerk off, which triggered him and he joined me. When I was close, shoved my cock into him and started to fuck my love’s hole and bred him. It was an incredible orgasm but something happened that never happened before. I couldn’t stop. I fuck him and came again. And then I still couldn’t stop, and came again. I bred him three times within five minutes. And it wasn’t one continuous orgasm. It was three different. He was so on the edge that he turned back and turned me back too and bred me. These couple of hours were like a dream, we were constantly in heaven.

A few updates… I started a separate thread about it, but the UK will be blocked come July. @viking8x6 is right - prostitution is defined so broadly in Florida that it includes porn production (except maybe content swaps between creators where no money is exchanged). Porn isn’t illegal, and distributing porn isn’t illegal - just paying the models is illegal. And @BootmanLA is correct - it’s unclear what SCOTUS will do. On the negative side even one of the liberal justices started with the assumption that kids need to be protected (not with the assumption that free speech needs to be protected). On the other hand it’s not clear that Texas will get an outright win. More likely is something in the middle which is still a loss for free speech. FSC is not happy that they only got a half hour to present. I may hit up one of the board members because they seem to now be looking for examples that aren’t traditional porn sites - and community sites like this are good examples of AV being unworkable. At the same time, I don’t want the attention that would come with a mention in a high profile court case.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Ryan, Faggot, Slut, Pig Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): +44 7932955311 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Swindon UK Age: 32 Height: 5'11" Weight: 74kg Ethnicity: white

Wow another great chapter. I cannot wait to hear this conversation.

It would be easy for a top to have fucked 1,000+ btms - and without breeding easily 5x that!

Good btm man!!

How many actors were filmed in Bob Guccione’s Caligula orgy scene? That’s the first orgy I viewed and serves as my de facto answer for a fail safe number of participants to qualify for a legitimate orgy. Based on sheer number of participants, assuming an individual does not need to have sexual contact with everyone else in attendance, do events such as CumUnion, Horse Markets, Dark Room nights, and swinger parties qualify one as having attended an orgy?

Your last load? I had 4 loads within 4 hours. At a sex club. It was all about fucking, pissing, fisting, spitting. The problem is: I am on my way home and still horny.

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.

My initiation into piss play was a surprise. I was playing with my fuck buddy and we were in our third day. I can tell you for sure we were definitely wasted. I was still a new player and my "Trainer" was the guy I was playing with. He had taken a clean cut vanilla sex guy and in one night turned me in to a cum sucking leather whore dog. We had been playing weekly for about three months and on this night he said I would be getting a surprise. Well I was all a twitter about it . Being very much "adjusted" made me like a little kid at Christmas. Finally he asked me if I wanted anything to drink and me having been sweating like a dog in heat naturally said yes. He went to the kitchen and returned several minutes later with a bottle of "beer". I took it and immediately took a large swig of the contents. It was not beer and at first I thought it was some kind of power drink. Then I realized what it was. My buddy started laughing and said I had to drink the whole bottle or pack up and go home. I hesitated for what seemed like an hour (it was about 15 seconds) and started drinking. After several swigs my dick started to get hard. I was a piss drinking convert. My buddy came to me grabbed the bottle which was still about half full and poured it over my head. I loved it. It wasn't long before I was getting piss down my throat, up my ass and pissing in and on my buddy. I love being a Nasty Piss Whore Dog.

Part 4: The Fucking David started fucking my ass slowly, just barely sliding in and out of my hole. Fuck his cock felt so good. As he slowly fucked my hole he started nibbling on my neck which was driving me crazy. My own cock was so hard underneath me that I knew he was going to make me cum again. He had me moaning like crazy. After a few minutes of barely thrusting David started pulling out just a little bit more. Damn this man really knew how to fuck. At this point he was rubbing against my prostate and that's all it took for my own cock to erupt. I know I soaked his bed in my cum. My hole clinched his cock so he stopped fucking me until my orgasm subsided. After a few minutes and a couple of more hits of the poppers my hole loosened it's grip on his cock and he proceeded to gently fuck me again. It was quite a while before he was withdrawing his cock almost completely before burying it back into my hole. I could feel beads of sweat hitting my neck and back as he was giving me a fucking I would never forget. The stamina of this man was truly remarkable. The poppers were keeping me in a state of constant arousal and relaxation at the same time. After what was probably about an hour of him fucking my hole he pulled out and laid on his back. He instructed me that it was now my time to do some work. He had me get on top and it took no effort for his cock to slide back into my hole. Oh my god being on top was definitely a different feeling. Giving I had never rode a cock before my rhythm was a bit awkward at first. But I'm a quick learner so it wasn't long before I found my rhythm and began riding his cock properly. I bounced slowly up and down and it felt great. David was playing with my nipples as I rode him and I had to concentrate really hard on his cock because it felt great having my nipples played with. I knew at this point this man could fuck my anytime he desired. After riding his cock for a while David mentioned he was getting really close to orgasm. He had me get off his back and put me on my back. He raised my legs up and slid his cock back inside. This time he really started fucking my hole with purpose. Damn he looked so hot being in total control of me. My own cock was hard again and I started jerking off as he pounded my ass. After a few minutes I lost it and shot my cum everywhere. I immediately scooped it up and started eating it and that was all it took for David. He said he was cumming and boy did he. He flooded my hole with so much cum that it was leaking out as he was cumming. Once his orgasm had subsided he completely collapsed on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist as I held onto him while his heartbeat got back to normal. At this point I still wasn't aware what he had actually given to me. All I know is that even though this was my first sexual experience I knew it would be hard to top it. I glanced over to the window and noticed daylight was slowly approaching. I drifted off to sleep holding David in my arms. When I woke up I received some news that I definitely wasn't expecting.

As I stepped out of the gym and headed to my car, I realized this young guy was following me. I thought maybe his car must be near mine. I had made it clear at the time of his ludacris invitation to have his roommates breed me that I wanted no part of more risky sex with him or anyone else. I was frightened enough already by his two loads seeping into my gut walls. Why hadn’t I gone to the bathroom immediately and pushed, indeed flushed them out? When I got to my door he stepped up to the passenger side. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” more than a hint of anger in my voice. “Showing you the way to my place to watch my roommates raw fuck your juicy ass.” He cockily replied. “I told you NO!” “Oh, I didn’t think you meant that. Could you at least drive me home? The bus takes so long.” He asked with confidence. “OK” I relented to letting him in my car. It was about a half hour drive. He immediately turned the conversation to sex and got me to admit that I had enjoyed our shower romp. As well, ‘yes it was fucking hot to have his loads in my gut, and mine in his.’ “How long since you were last bred?” his casual question. I considered not answering but relented. “Over five years.” "Have you missed it?" “I’d be lying if I said no. But it is so dangerous now.” “Tell me about before. Before you turned all safe sex. Were you promiscuous?” He was genuinely interested. I opened up about my past. It felt good to reminisce. I confessed I'd been the only out cock sucking high school fag. “Sucked down hundreds of loads from classmates, entire sports teams, visiting and home, as well as truckers at the stop a short bike ride from my hometown. That’s where I first got fucked. One night three truckers took me back into the woods, leaned me against a tree and one by one, entered me, pounded me silly and bred me deep. Turned me instantly into a gang bang cum dump slut. I sucked and was fucked by dozens and dozens of men through my college years. Even made it to Fire Island, and the times I had in The Pines! Yeah, I was promiscuous in those days. It’s a miracle I didn’t end up with AIDS. I knew I couldn’t stop the promiscuity so took up the ‘safe sex bible’. That is until today and your attempt to rip it out of my hands and head. You’re so fucking handsome and persuasive. You may have got me to slip, but I have no intention of letting it go any further.” “But you’re still funkin turned on with my load in your ass?” He persisted. “Yeah, and it has me nostalgic for the pre-AIDS days. Achingly nostalgic, but that’s as far as you get.” Bearing my soul. For the rest of the ride, he talked about his conservative up-bringing. Knowing from an early age yet holding off until college. Loosing his oral and anal virginity to a senior in a dorm shower during orientation week. Terrified and going to the on-campus nurse having let the senior cum in his no longer virgin ass. Surprised to find a handsome male nurse who was very understanding and had delivered his second breeding before he left the health office. Next night at a frosh party followed a handsome blonde from the swim team into the bathroom. Didn’t leave the washroom until he had the blonde’s swimmers pumped into his gut along with seven more loads of cum from a string of other guys. Never asked about his test results on his many returns to visit the male nurse over the last three years. To that day had never warn or had a condom inside him. No idea about his status, nor did he care to find out! I was determined to have nothing to do with him after dropping him at his place.

Definitely Robert Conrad in Wild Wild West.

Part 3 I regained my composure and took to wandering my way through till I made it to the dark room. I heard many sounds of groaning and dirty talk as well as the slapping of flesh on flesh and enjoyed every moment of it. I could tell who the slaves were by the glow sticks that were hanging on their collars and there many piercings. I could tell they were fit slaves when they bounced from the dicks in their holes and the glow sticks bounced on their bodies. I went to the one nearest to me and started to feel it's body while it's hole was being plowed by a big muscle bear. I reached up and twisted it's pierced nipples causing it to groan in pain and pleasure. I ran my hand down it's body further and smiled as I reached below it's pelvis and felt nothing there knowing he was cut as well as Cum Garage. The bear fucking him enjoyed the reaction the slave was getting and tightening it's hole around his cock and with a final slam and growl I knew he just filled it's ass with his toxic cum. He pulled out and I went behind the slave and started to finger it's hole making sure to scratch it's insides causing it to be in more pain and was able to get all five fingers in this slaves cunt. I was enjoying causing this slave pain and the other men in the room seemed to enjoy it because they started to chear me on. One walked up behind me and started to rub on me and I felt something metal being put into my hand. I knew that it was a metal condom after moving my hand around it and feeling the tip of it as well and I knew this was about to be even more fun. I took my fingers out and put on the condom and leaned in to whisper into the slaves ear "you're really going to enjoy this". I wasted no time and slammed into the slave burying my cock into it all at once causing it to scream out in so much pain. This brought so much applause and moans from the men cumming into the slaves or the bottoms they were plowing. I loved the feel of the warm blood pouring from this slaves ass onto my cock and I knew I was coming close too cumming In it I leaned close to it and asked it if it was enjoying my destruction of its hole. The slave said yes master thank you for making my hole ready for you cum master I know now that I will convert to one of my masters poz slaves. I asked it how long has it been a slave and it told me that it was just purchased today and it was a virgin until tonight. Hearing it say that made me blow my load right then and there with one final slam into it. I stood there for a moment later making sure I was drained fully before pulling out and seeing this slaves now wrecked hole. It was going to need some repair work with how much damage was done but everyone knew it was worth it and the slave was still moaning for more. After I was done I pulled off the metal condom and turned to leave and clean up and was met with a bottom on his knees wanting to clean off my bloody cock. I slipped it into his eager mouth and he licked and sucked every bit around my cock until there was no trace of blood on it. The music stopped for a moment and the announcement that it was time for the lottery drawing was starting and all who entered it needs to be there if they want to win. The anointment said that the slaves were welcome to be brought too so the fucking didn't have to stop and the four slaves were unlocked and led to the main area on their hands and knees. We all made it to the main room and saw cum garage tied to a st Andrews cross on full display. When everyone was settled in the main room the fucking continued but everyone was as quite as they could to hear the drawing. Jack walked up on stage naked like the rest of us and started the drawing. "Good evening gentlemen and welcome to tonight's lottery drawing, I hope you all have enjoyed yourselves on our poz night and I see you all are enjoying the slaves as well." "Tonight we have a special treat for you, tonight we have a top of the line slave that will have the pleasure of going home with one of you sexy men for a total of three days." That got a hoot from all the men. "Before we start the drawing though I just want to bring up the man who is responsible for bringing this fine ass slave to us." Please welcome up Eli." The room erupted into thunderous applause as I walked up onto the stage. Eli here owns one of the most prestigious slave farms here in Florida and I couldn't be any happier that I had the opportunity to purchase such as fine slave. Jack handed me the mic, hey everyone I'm happy to be here to see Cum Garage's transformation since being here and I'm proud that it has been bringing everyone joy now enough talk and let's see who this slave will be with for the next three days. I walked up to cum garage and hit him in the balls with the mic and seeing him moan in pain and walked off the stage handing it back to Jack. All right guys get out your lottery tickets and we will begin. A tablet was rolled over with a bowl of ping pong balls and Jack asked me if I would do the honors of the being the ball handler. Everyone laugh and applauded again and I said I'd be honored. I reached into the bowl and pulled out the first one as Jack reminded that they had to have all 6 numbers to win Cum Garage. Alright gents the first number is 23, I reached in again and pulled out 7, then 2, the 14, 19 was next and Jack had a drumroll for the last number and it was lucky 69. Everyone was quiet after the last number was called for everyone was looking at their cards and then you could hear a loud cheer coming from the back of the room. All right guys it looks like we have our winner come on up and claim your prize. You could see a tall man walking up to the stage while everyone applauded him and smacked his ass on the way up. He was amazing to look at and had to be extremely viral with how muscles and wasted he looked at the same time. He had bulging muscles all over and his veins popped out on each part of him. He was bald and pierced as well and every inch of him was covered in tattoos with the largest one being a deep red biohazard with the word AIDS at the top. He climbed to the top of the stage and swung his impressive 12 inch cock as a helicopter showing off his large piercing at the tip.Jack handed him the mic after asking him to introduce himself and tell us all about him. His name was Derek and he went into telling how he had been positive since he was 13 from his neighbor and since then he made sure to always gain more strains bringing him to full AIDS status at age 20. He was 40 now and he said his viral load was in the millions now and he has given his gift to over 900 guys now. Everyone was in awe from hearing his story and applauded again when Jack was handed the mic and asked Derek to give us a show with Cum Garage. Derek wasted no time in unhooking Cum Garage and grabbing his head and slamming his cock down his throat. Derek held it there until it started to turn red from lack of air and about threw it down on the stage and plunged deep into it's ass while it was panting for air. It's panting turned to screaming as it was being fucked so roughly it blacked out. Derek kept plowing in it's ass making it wake up with more screaming and more applause from the audience. Derek kept up the abuse on its hole for another 5 mins before slamming in all the way and shooting his AIDS cum in it. A final round of applause and cheering as Cum Garage was carried off the stage by Derek and led into his room. Jack got back onto the stage and announced that next month there would be another drawing so come back and see if you're the next lucky winner. The crowed dispersed and they went back to their fucking and I went up to Jack and shook his hand and thanked him again for having me tonight. Jack smiled at me and said I was always welcomed here and that he would be looking for more stock in the future. With that I went to my room got dressed and made my way back home for the night. Please comment what you think your comments will help with any new chapters that may cum in the future thanks for reading.

This is a complete work of fiction I do not know the names of the bathhouse but I do know it is there It had been weeks since L742 had come to the facility and I have pozzed up and helped modify many slaves since then but I was curious to see how L742 had been doing since it was hauled away to its new owners. I looked at the shipping records and saw the bathhouse that bought him was here in Orlando Florida. It was only an hour away from my farm so I decided to drop in and see it. When I got to the bathhouse I went up to the counter and asked the attendant if it was possible to speak with the owner if they were in. The attendant looked me up and down and licked his lips. "Well you're in luck sir mr Walters happened to be here tonight for his routine inspection so if you would wait right here I will get him. He took another look at me before leaving the counter and in moments he walked back through the entrance door with a very handsome man. We shook hands and I introduced myself and told him I came into town curious as to the slave he had purchased. He looked at me in shock realizing I was the one who had trained their slave and who pozzed it which shortly turned into a wide grin. Kyle, this man here is to never be charged when he comes to mark him in our system so anyone who is on shift will know when they run his ID that he has a forever free membership and room here with us. Kyle smiled and complied with a look of lust when he looked at me and I knew he wanted me. Once that was settled Mr Walters walked me through and started to show me around. I could see that he paid no expense with the lounges, the pool, hot tub and the many rooms throughout the bathhouse. Mr Walters tell me what has become of L742? Please call me Jack, no need to be so formal not when it is I that is standing before slave royalty. Well Jack just call me Ethan. I will leave it to the slaves and others to treat me as much. Jack laughed and started to take me to the back of the bathhouse where I could see an employee only sign. When Jack opened it I could see it standing chained to its cage. It heard the door open and immediately went to its knees and lowered its head as a slave should when its betters and owners arrived. L742 had some more modifications done to it. Jack added gauge piercings to its ears and many more to its sack making it look like a pincushion. A collar was added around its neck with the name Cum Garage on the tag hanging from it. I was even pleased to see as I walked behind it that its new name was also tattooed as a tramp stamp with arrows pointing to its cum chute. I whistled and said wow Cum Garage you've come a long way in the three weeks haven't you? It shivered which made me smile seeing it hasn't forgotten me and remembers the sound of my voice. Jack snapped his fingers and Cum Garage stood in his cage with his hands clasped behind its head. Two more snaps and it bent over and spread its ass showing me an amazing biohazard brand on its hole which made me smile. I looked at Jack and he nodded to me, handing me the keys to its cage. I opened its cage and I unlocked the chains and it walked out and imeadly got to its knees and started to unbutton my pants and pull my cock out and started to suck it. I was in shock after knowing how this slave was before being sent here and I looked at Jack and he explained that Cum Garage was a bit to handle at first but after a time with their workers extra training he became a well managed slave giving no issues to being used as a pleasure slave. I reached and shook his hand congratulating him on a job well done. We chatted for a bit longer and in that time Cum Garage took it up on its self and impaled it's ass on my cock and took it to the hilt. I moaned when I felt my balls hit its ass and Jack smiled happy to see his slave taking care of me. I came in it's ass and no sooner after Cum Garage slid off my cock it bent down to clean me off and Jack grabbed a spiked butt plug and shoved it right up its ass. Once finished it stepped back into its cage and I walked out with Jack saying how impressed I was and asked if Cum Garage was his only slave here. Jack said there were four others and they were all being used in the dark room at the moment and I was more than welcome to add my strain to them as this was Poz night and he would be honored to have me as the guest of honor. I asked why Cum Garage wasn't being used and Jack said that he used it as a lottery drawing for it to be brought home by the winner for 3 days so he wanted to keep him aside until the drawing at midnight. I loved that idea and decided that I would stay here for the night to see how the night ended and Jack showed me to my room. Once at the door Jack told me he would love it if I also added my strain to his as well and I asked the same with a smile he said yes and we both walked in and got fully naked. Jack was a sexy man ripped with muscle. He was covered in tattoos as well with each on accenting to his muscles and making him even hotter than he was before. His cock was fully hard and his precum was dripping from his massive 8 inch cock with a large PA dangling at his head We started making our fiercely and exploring each other's bodies and before long I took his cock into my mouth to the root in one gulp as he picked me up and swung me upside down so we could 69. It was so hot and we got the attention of many guys who stood at the door watching us and stroking their cocks. After 10 minutes of sucking we both decided it was time to fuck. Jack laid me on the bed and lifted my legs up and started to eat my ass like it was his last meal coating my insides making them sloppy wet causing my eyes to roll in my head. Jack pulled up from my ass and aimed his poz tool at my hole and in one thrust he was in balls deep making me moan in nothing but pure pleasure and making me see stars. He took long strokes pulling all the way out and shoving it back in with enough force to shove the bed Everytime. We looked in each other's eyes and started to make out again as he pile drives in my ass. Jack broke the kiss to tell me he was about to mix in his strain and started to find me harder and harder. On his last huge plunge in my ass he stayed there as I squeezed my ass hard to add to the pleasure of his orgasm. I could feel each pulse of cum coming from him and as soon as he pulled out with a pop I grabbed him and flipped him over and started to give him the same treatment he gave me. We were both panting and sweaty after I came in him and pulled out after adding my strain to his and we laid there for a few minutes. Jack got up first after seeing that the drawing was going to be happening in 3 more hours. He kissed me once more and told me to go enjoy myself and he would see me later. Part 3 or no part 3?

Luke’s First Sore Hole Fuck Deep in the basement of very large house—10 bedrooms, each with two to three simple beds—in the slightly seedy far West side of Chicago, a very tall hunk of a man stood in front of a very small young man. Jason Rossi—6’8”—was naked, his heavily muscled body covered in a light layer of dark fur. His huge shoulders and biceps bulged with power, his tight eight-pack guiding the eye down to his huge cock. At least 10 inches, uncut and thicker than a beer bottle, the giant Italian sausage jumped and pulsed with desire as he paced around the 18 year old, his huge muscle ass and massive, powerful, thighs rippling in the dim light. The boy he circled—Luke—was strung up, his arms taut overhead, a thick leather blindfold covered his dark green eyes. He wrists were bound together and he hung from a chain in the ceiling, pulled so high he could only use the tips of his toes to support himself. Luke was struggling, but Jason could care less. The boy was a whore, about to undergo his second training session as an introduction to his new life. And Jason didn’t care because the difficult position highlighted the boys fantastic body. Luke had curly dark blond hair, shaved tight around the sides but with a satisfying mop on top. Jason couldn’t wait to use it to keep the boys back arched, when he fucked the boy and rode him around the small padded room like a horse. Luke had been a diver in high school, and his perfectly plated, small muscled body looked even more muscular in its used, beaten, and dehydrated state. Jason didn’t like to fuck fresh twinks—let’s be clear, he had fucked fresh twink before and he definitely would again—but Jason’s sadism meant he had a special taste for virgin twinks who’d been fucked and fisted, drugged and belted, for several days and then allowed to rest just until the their holes were tender and sore. That was the kind of boy Jason liked to fuck. He knew Luke’s story and had seen video highlights of Luke’s first training. Luke had been the golden middle child of a rural farming family from bumfuck Illinois. Good grades, great diver, sweet happy kid. Until he made the mistake of telling his Bible-thumping family that he was gay. They’d kicked him out with just the clothes on his back, and in his desperation he’d sold the watch his grandma gave him for graduation and bought a bus ticket to Chicago. Chicago’s streets had not been kind to the sweet blonde hick, and after the third rape attempt by some homeless dude he’d turned up at the door of Joseph Karzinski’s brothel on the advice of some other street boys. Luke had been desperate for a roof over his head, so he’d failed to ask why the other boys preferred to chance it on the streets rather than be one of Karzinski’s boys. Little Luke didn’t know the boys were paid a 1/4 gram of meth for every boy they referred. Jason figured Luke was getting a sense of how bad things were now. The thoughts of the things he’d seen the boy do already, his virgin ass violated for hours by two massive black cocks, then hole filled with ounce after ounce of Tina, then fucked and fisted while the boy begged for more. Why, those memories made Jason’s already hard cock even harder. There was an order of things for new boys at Karzinski’s. First Deshae and Deshawn, massively tall twins with bodies at least as muscular as Jason’s own, skin jet black and covered in tattoos, introduced the boys to their new status as whores without any control over what happened to them. The twins always started off tender—Jason had loved watching the boy struggle to accept just the tip of Desahe’s massively thick 9 inches. But Luke—like so many other repressed white boys—craved being fucked by big black cock. And within a half hour he was taking the cock like a pro. But then Deshawn moved in, bad cop to his brother’s good cop. He forced Luke to his knees, and made the twink drink his foul chempiss straight from the tap. When the boy resisted, Deshaee held the boy down while Deshawn blistered Luke’s tight bubble ass with his thick belt. To be clear the belt was as much a strap as anything, 1/2 inch thick leather with holes down the middle. At the memory of Luke’s scream, Jason spun the boy—Luke cried out in pain as the spin tortured his straining joints—and admired the still visible belt stripes, turning purple now as they tried to heal. Jason leaned in, pulling the straining little muscle body close, placing the tip of his fat, rock hard cock head against the boys hole, then pushing it just the tiniest bit inside. The boy cried out, and Jason whispered in his ear, “What are you boy?” Luke was shuddering with this new promise of pain, and tears stained his cheeks. “I am a whore, sir, I am here to do anything you say.” Jason smiled, “Good boy.” Jason removed the tip of his cock from the boy and walked over to the side of the room. “I am going to let you down boy, be careful not to fall. I am not much on whipping, but I’ ll start you off with a whole new set of stripes on that ass if you fall.” The boy was shaky, but managed to stay standing, his shoulders flexing as Jason let him down. Jason walked up, admiring the boys beauty and unbound his wrists. The boy groaned, though as Jason retied Luke’s wrists behind his back. “Kneel, pretty whore, and open your mouth, “ Jason commanded, although he helped the boy down. Jason stood in front of Luke, and admired the scene in the mirror that surrounded the room. It looked like a Tom of Finland fantasy. Luke’s body was small but oh so perfect, and his hot little pecs looked amazing pulled back tight like that. Jason’s massive body and dark Italian skin loomed over the boy, his huge cock dripping precum. Jason aimed his cock at the boys open mouth, and rubbed the dripping head around the boys lips. The change in the boy was electric, he groaned with desire, and his tongue darted out seeking the musty manhood. “Fuck you are a natural whore aren’t you, “ Jason said laughing, “You want cock, boywhore?” Luke nodded so Jason slapped him hard, “ You speak when spoken to.” Luke said, “Yes sir, please sir, can I taste your cock.” Jason obliged by plunging his cock down the boys throat, causing him to choke, and then he brutally facefucked the boy, causing Luke to gag and retched. He only did it for a few minute before pulling out leaving the boy red faced and gasping for air. Jason unstrapped the boy’s blindfold and stepped several paces back so the boy could see Jason in his full glory. It took a few minutes for the boy’s eyes to adjust to the light. But when he did those green eyes immediately burned with lust at the sight of the huge muscular man in front of him. “Like what you see, whore?” Jason smirked, “Tell me what you are thinking, and speak freely.” “I…mmm..fuck, sir,” Luke stumbled, “You are smoking hot.” Jason strode forward and lifted the boy to his feet, kissing him roughly and passionately. “Here’s something you are unlikely to hear much,” Jason growled, “But you are smoking hot yourself, little whore.” Jason untied the boy’s hands and lifted him into the sling, restraining his hands and feet and putting a strap across the boys gorgeous small abs. He left one arm free enough to hold a bottle of poppers later, but otherwise, the boy couldn’t break free or offer much resistance. Leaning in to roughly kiss the boy, he used his right hand to massage the boys sore asslips. Jason grinned when Luke cried out. “Are your pussy lips sore? Why’s that?” Jason demanded. “I had a lot of sex for a long time, sir, a few days ago.” “You like big cock, whore,” Jason said. Luke blushed, “Yes sir, it hurts sometimes but I love it.” Jason smiled, spit in his hand and slicked up cock, coating the huge shaft with glistening moisture. “Good, I gotta big one and I don’t care if it hurts.” Jason rammed his cock forward, plunging into the boys sore hole roots deep. Luke’s entire body went rigid and his mouth opened in a silent howl. But the rock hard cock went in anyway, in little bursts of pain, as Luke’s sore colon tried to accommodate the monster. When the thick head reached the boys second hole it remained closed, too sore to open. So Jason reached up and grabbed the boys shoulder and pushed. This time Luke screamed aloud, as the big cock battered through his second hole. Jason smiled, there would be blood from that bit, perfect for making the boys hole absorb the giant bumps of Tina he had at the ready. Jason stayed completely still, watching the feelings of agony and anger at the pain war with the little whores mashocistic bottom nature. The kids body was writhing as much as it could in its bound states and his perfect abs were struggling. “You know boy,” Jason said, “There is nothing quite as sweet as fucking a boys sore ass. He continued, “But there’s something especially sweet about the fire-hot hole of a virgin twink one or two rest days after those giant-dicked [banned word] have fucked, stretched, fisted, and loaded him up with Tina. Your little whore pussy is so hot right now.” Jason fucked Luke for an hour straight, changing angles and pile-driving the poor punished hole. As soon as he opened up a new part of the boys hole, he’d switch angles and start on another. Luke had stopped crying, lying there trying to accept the pain. Jason smiled. Now the real fun could begin. He pulled his big cock out and slipped the blindfold back on the kid. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small plate of crystalline powder and coated his cock from top to bottom with it. He found three big shards and pushed them into his cock slit. And then he positioned his big cock at the boys dragging, raw pussy lips. He slipped off the boys blindfield and said, pointing to his own eyes, “Eyes here whore.” Smiling wickedly he thrust his cock into the whorehole in one big push. Within seconds Luck started screaming, and when the burning cockhead pierced his second ring, he began a keening yell. Jason released a spurt of strong chempiss to dislodge the shards and then he began to fuck. Within seconds the fat dick had delivered its payload, within 30 seconds Luke was high as kite, his pupils black with lust. Looking intensely into Jason’s black eyes, “Please sir, fuck me, use me.”

Hey guys, heading to the above from the 22nd Feb - 16th March. Hit me up if you’re in Singapore, KL, Penang or Phuket and want to get together 😈

Like many guys, I expect, I instantly lose my sexual urge once I've cum. I have a desire to be made to cum then locked in chastity and gangbanged bareback by strangers. Has anyone experienced it or also have a similar desire.

I have been in relationship for over 2 years. However, being a person who was very sexually active before the relationship, I'm struggling with my bottom urges. I've tried to contain them with dildo but to no avail. It's just not the same as the feeling of a cock inside of me. I would love to learn about other people who are going/went through similar situation and how they deal/dealt with it. (Hopefully, this post would get a reply)

I'd say a gangbang is 5 tops and one bottom ,and an orgy would be 10 versatile guys

Same here I love to drink from the tap but if it’s too strong I would rather take it in my hole - my main master fed me five full streams of his piss last time we played. It was like drinking water it was so clean. Meanwhile the other top who was playing with us tried to feed me and it was so strong I couldn’t do it

I think you need to get checked out buddy. Better to get it addressed than left.

intimacy & submission and i just need it

Starship Troopers

Totally agree, the risk that these ‘services’ might be hacked and the fallout from that or governments asking to see who is in the list the consequences are too horrendous to contemplate, I certainly will not submit such details to any site that asks for age verification

I get hard asf 😈😈 I love cumming while I’m getting fucked the more I hit the poppers the more hard I get

Been fisting for a few years now. Gradually taking bigger hands and toys. Was getting double fisted the other week and my mind kept blocking. I took the double but I really need to give up control. That’s the next step. I agree that that once you experience a fist and a big toy inside you, it’s difficult to stop. I just want more and more

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.

@jagmanaz I'm really enjoying this hot story. In a sign of how much, I've already dropped several loads reading and re-reading it. In a throwback, I wish it was in paper form so that I could have spewed my jizz all over the pages and come back later to re-read it through the crusty, stiffened pages, being reminded of all the loads I dropped onto the page. I like the introduction of Ivan and can sense that you're broadening the cast of characters to allow for a greater number of scenarios. Personally, I hope that, as you develop the story line, it delves into and includes a lot more kinks, moving beyond the typical focus on flooding holes, although I love that too. I really appreciated the fisting that Tom delivered earlier on. Also, his prior incarceration was novel, and added a sense of risk and roughness. I hope you dive into the main character's newly-positive status as way to explore those initial emotions of liberation and the accompanying rush. Finally, I hope that you avoid substance use. That seems to be so entwined in gay life and sex that it overshadows that fucking bare is how men should always be fucking because it is natural to do so.

Something in you is lacking as a man, at least that's the way you feel. I think all men can feel that at times, and we seek out validation from other males to improve our confidence and feeling of purpose. For me, it comes from a place of feeling inferior to what I consider "real men" and that inferiority makes me seek those mens' attention and approval. But I don't really know any way to win over their attention or respect so I think in my subconscious is the urge to want to pleasure them and have that type of connection. I just want to eat sperm from a big penis, everything about it makes me incredibly horny. I feel curious about mens' bodies, something makes me desire to be close to them and interact with them in a sexual way. Playing with a man's penis makes me feel very perverted, which turns me on, so the more perverted I feel, the greater my sexual arousal is. So, the ultimate act of perversion in sex for me is letting a man blow his load in my mouth. Nothing else gives me this feeling of satisfaction.

Was driving home from a brief Florida yesterday, and stopped to gas up and get a snack in Valdosta. Casually logged into Sniffies and found an option. Got me a serious spit n shove breeding from a couple of redneck roommates. Got to make the rest of the drive with a leaking and sore hole.

I voted regulars because I have anxiety issues when I meet people for the first time. When I finally get comfortable , I tend to express myself more freely. When it comes to strangers, get me drunk and my unreserved forcefulness pokes it little head from behind my zipper. lol

My husband breeding me.

I mean only those vctims are sharing the experience who are already meant for ploughing. But tops have hole too at the end of their digestive track; and perpetrators can not distinguish that this hole is mere GIT ending or is meant for dual purpose. Why they could not take advantage of an unconscious top?

My SO and I don't have sex anymore. When I masturbate, it's almost always a fantasy of a guy fucking me. It's pretty clear what I am. I just need to find the right guy to hook up with.

Raymond’s mind was all over the place. The drugs were doing their job as his hole was still aching to be touched, fingered, fucked and used in so many imaginable ways, but he had truly seemed to piss off the only man he had ever wanted to meaningfully please. The drugs had transformed Nelson from random Red Shirt in the cafe to a man that was able to make the historically rebellious and annoyed Raymond willing want to serve. Raymond, head hanging down, mind running amok, kneeling before Thomas, was confused and disappointed in himself. Disappointed that was giving him the fuck of his life and abruptly stopped the pleasure. Nelson was the last person he had ever wanted to upset, even if it was the drugs making him think so. “You hear that, fucker? Me and Nels go way back. We’ve ruined many a faggot; this is the first time I’ve seen him this fucking pissed. He either really likes or really fucking hates you. Hard to tell with him, isn’t it? Well, either way he gave permission to make it hurt.” He winked at Raymond, the sad puppy dog look on his face still present as he began to hear the familiar flick and click of the torch. Raymond watched as Thomas filled his lungs. He held the hit, put the bong on the desk to his right and motioned for Raymond to move forward. As if by now on instinct, Raymond closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a shotgun that never came. Watching Raymond close his eyes thinking he was getting a shot gun, Thomas, in one swift motion, rolled back his chair, stood up and slapped the ever-living fuck out of Raymond. Standing at his full height, he was able to fully rear back and deliver a blow that connected square on the cheek. The *THWACK echoed in the room. Raymond fell hard against the hard wood floor. It happened so fast he was only able to make a surprised yelping sound before bringing his hand to his left cheek while he used his other hand and knees to drag himself away from his assailant. For a second Thomas thought he went too far, but the slap was loud enough to bring Nelson to the door. Noticing the slight glint of panic in Thomas’ eyes, Nelson gave an approving nod and directed his eyes toward the gear that littered the shelves. A cocky smirked appeared on his face when Thomas smiled back widely, knowing punishment was the name of the game. Nelson disappeared silently back down the hall. The pain and surprise brought Raymond back to reality, if only briefly. “What the fuck, dude?” he croaked while still half crawling away. He was on all fours making his way up when Thomas quickly sat on this back. Not hard, but firm enough to surprise him again. He quickly wrenched Raymond’s left arm behind his back and began to push it up the boy’s muscled back. Quickly his right arm shot back and began tapping Thomas, the universal sign of submission. Thomas leaned forward and sneered, “Touch me one more fucking time with that faggot hand of yours and I break your fucking arm, comprende puta?” As he finished he couldn’t resist licking Raymond’s neck, ending in a nibble. Relishing the sweaty and musky smell, he buried his nose in the crook of Raymond's neck and began to gently bite. Raymond had no doubt in his mind that Thomas would break his arm, so he dropped it and was instantly aroused as the man sitting on his back began licking and biting him. Involuntarily he began trying to grind his ass up into Thomas. His mind confused, his body giving in. “In my experience,” Thomas said, while slowly easing up on Raymond’s bent arm, “disobedient faggots learn through pain.” By this time Thomas had scooted down just a bit, his hard cock rubbing up and down Raymond’s now sweat drenched crack. Raymond could feel the hard cock teasing him, but was also aware of the lessening pain in his arm. Thomas finally released his arm and Raymond immediately move it forward, toward his head, all the pain in his cheek was a memory as he felt relief. “But I also learned, they learn through pleasure,” Thomas said as he began to grind his dick between Raymond’s ass cheeks while also using his hand to massage Raymond’s upper back. Thomas was transfixed by Raymond’s toned back muscles. Glistening with sweat, Thomas was momentarily lost in giving this boy pleasure. Five minutes passed with Thomas expertly massaging the boy, his dick still teasing Raymond. All that could be heard was Raymond moaning so slightly, punctuated with the sporadic, “Fuck yes…” Realizing he had a job to do, Thomas was brought back to reality. “So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Pleasure?” Thomas began to gently lick Raymond’s neck and back, again, gently nibbling in his neck. “Or pain!” With one quick and perfectly timed motion, he shoved his entire dick, thickness and all, into the boy in one rough motion. Raymond howled and attempted to get up. He was strong, and almost succeeded, but Thomas was quicker. He spread the boy’s legs with his feet and grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and brought his head down hard on its left temple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough momentarily daze Raymond and let him know that tonight’s pleasure would come at a cost. A cost he knew his body could pay, but his mind, perhaps not. Dazed and with pain coming from different parts of his body, Raymond lay flat on the ground, as Thomas placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder blades and began to withdraw and plunge back it. It is a confusing sensation, letting a man ravage your hole while wanting, with every fiber of your being, for it to "Please stop for god's sake!" and, at the same to, "Fuck yeah, fuck that hole!" Raymond’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he also realized he had reached back to spread his cheeks. Thomas knew that the boy was far from being broken, but he was up for the challenge. “Faggot wants pain,” was all Thomas said as Raymond felt a deluge of conflicting emotions flash across his mind. Thomas was sure he was ripping the boy open. He slowed slightly and examined his cock as it slowly exited and entered the boy. To his surprise, no pink or red streaks. Just pure slickness. He gave the boy a few more pumps before unceremoniously exiting the cunt. He watched it slowly wink closed as Raymond lay panting and limp on the ground. Thomas sat back down in his seat and grabbed the bong. He nudged Raymond’s left leg, “Get the fuck up and clean your ass off my dick. Do a good job and we will see about getting you something to lessen the pain.” Raymond quickly scrambled up and gently took Thomas’ slick cock into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to please Nelson, and that meant Thomas was the man of the hour right now. Thinking of Nelson, Raymond began to take Thomas down his throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him. “Fuck yeah,” Thomas moaned. He looked down at the stud taking his cock and began to run his hands through the boy’s thick hair. “You really have no idea what the fuck you got yourself into.” He winked and smiled down at Raymond. This egged Raymond on but he was brought back to the reality of the situation feeling the grip on his hair get uncomfortably tight. Thomas shoved Raymond down onto his cock until the boy's nose smashed against his perfectly groomed crotch.

Married Daddy of 3 flooded my guts

A great story for the season.

OMG, I'm so glad I'm not the only one!

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Part 5: Aftermath The ringing phone next to the bed woke me the next morning. I was alone. Ken had left the room sometime in the night. His cum, and Wes’s, though had dried on my ass. And I could still taste his piss on my breath. What the hell had I done the night before? It all seemed so unreal in the light of the day. Yet it was real. I had admitted to myself, and to the two guys who had fucked me, that I was gay. I fumbled and answered the phone. “Yes?” “This is the garage.” A voice said. “Your car is ready.” I got myself showed and dressed. Ken was at the desk. He was his friendly self again but didn’t say anything about the night before. I wasn’t sure what to say… so I didn’t mention it either. I paid my room bill and he gave me directions to the garage. As I was walking out the door though, he gave me a little wink. “Hope you stay over again the next time you are passing through.” My ass gave a little spasm and I smiled. “Hell yeah.” The garage was just a short walk down the street. Wes was there, working on some pickup. He gave me one his nods, no smile, and pointed me into the office. The guy in the office was about my age, maybe a year or two older. He put together the paperwork and I gave him my credit card for the charges. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch. I wondered what equipment he had down there. He didn’t seem to notice. A few minutes later I was loading my bags back into the car. Wes was leaning against the pickup he was working on. I made a little show of lifting my ass but noticed his eyes were watching me. He gave me a little smirk and adjusted his crotch a little. Oh yes. I would be coming back through this town again. The rest of my drive to San Diego was uneventful… if long and a little boring. I had rented a room in an apartment off campus through an agency and would be sharing with 3 other guys strangers but all students at the college. Two bedrooms with 2 beds in each one. It seemed I was the last to arrive as the rest of them were sitting in the front room. Two of the guys, Scott and Gary, seemed to know each other and were taking one room.That left me with the other guy. Mark was about 6’ 3”, blonde hair, blue eyes, and was one at the university on an athletic scholarship. I didn’t hear which one. I was too busy trying not to stare. Fuck… he was beautiful. I felt a twinge of fear… how was I not going to embarrass myself sharing a room with this guy? He was wearing a t-shirt and some baggy shorts. My eyes kept wandering to his crotch despite my best efforts. I made it through the evening… barely. We all sat in the front room and chatted for a couple hours. I’m sure Mark caught me starring a couple of times. I couldn’t help it. I finally excused myself to go unpack. I’m sure I heard them laugh as I left the room… was it about me or was I just being overly sensitive? I unpacked and then sat on the bed, afraid to go back into the other room. I was still sitting there when Mark came in. “All done packing?” “Yeah… I guess.” I stammered. Mark pulled off his t-shirt and threw it into the corner. “Got to get to bed…have early morning practice and I’m beat.” My eyes flicked over his muscular chest and six-pack abs. He turned his back to me and slipped off his baggy shorts. His firm ass was framed in the jock he was wearing. My dick was hard and straining in my jeans. I forced myself to look away. The jock and shorts soon joined the t-shirt in the pile in the corner. The beds were close enough together that I could smell the salty tang of his sweat. “Hey…” he said. I turned without thinking. He was standing next to his bed. His naked body towered next to me. My eyes bulged. A thick slab of meat hung flaccid between his thighs… at least 5 or 6 inches soft. My mouth was watering. “I always sleep in the buff… hooe you don’t mind.” He said. Was there a hint of mockery in his voice? “Um… no. Whatever you want.” He slipped into bed and pulled the covers of his body. i quickly undressed and got into my own bed. I was still wearing my tighty whities and a t-shirt. He seemed to fall asleep quickly but I tossed and turned. He would toss and turn from time to time… giving me views of his body as we would kick the blankets off or readjust them. I wanted to jack off to relieve some of this tension but was afraid he would wake up and catch me. I finally fell asleep a couple hours later… grateful that I had a few days before classes started to sleep in. It was morning when I awoke to the sound of the bedroom door closing. I glanced at the alarm clock. 8:30 AM? Fuck. Way too early to get up today. I rolled over and saw Mark by the door. He was back from practice apparently. He pulled off his workout gear and wrapped a towel around his waist. His blonde hair was matted a bit and he had clearly been sweating a lot. I didn’t realise I was staring until he looked up. And caught me. “What the fuck, dude?” He said. Loudly. Anyone else in the apartment would hear him. “What are you staring at?” “I… I… I…” I realised then that he didn’t really seem angry… more amused. He walked over to my bed, towering over me. “You like what you see?” His hand rubbed his crotch through the towel. It was not as flaccid as it had been last night. In fact it seemed to be getting harder and growing. He pulled his towel back away. His hard meat bounced up. It was about a foot in front of my face. My eyes followed it. I couldn’t look away. “Working out always gets me heated up.” His hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking himself a bit. “Since you like looking at it so much, why don’t you give it a feel?” My hand wrapped around his beautiful dick. It was about 8 inches long now and still not done growing. A moan escaped my lips. My head moved forward and I slipped him inside my mouth. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. “Fuck yeah.” He said. I looked up, into his eyes, and he smirked at me. “Suck that cock.” One of his big hands trailed down my back and between my ass cheeks. Finding and fingering my hole. Still loose from Ken and Wes’s hard fucks, his finger slipped inside with little resistance. “Yeah… I think we are going to get along real well.”

I have a regular appointment for therapeutic massage with a therapist who comes to my home. He's a hot, well built guy with a great smile and excellent hands. He's been giving me massage for about two years, and I don't know entirely what was different tonight, but he kept brushing his crotch up against my hand "accidentally." Well, I can certainly take a hint & started playing with his cock through his shorts. Before I knew it, his shorts were off, his 7.5x6 cock was in my hands, all oiled up, and his hands were stroking my lower back, ass cheeks, and thighs, with the strokes getting closer and closer to midline until he was running his fingers up and down my ass crack and over my balls. We'd never talked about sex before, and he always ignored my erections when I'd rolled over in the past. I was so turned on my the attention to my ass that it didn't occur to me to tell him I was a total top and hadn't been fucked up the ass since 1984. It was heaven when he started rimming me, and my heart was pounding a mile a minute when I felt him climb up on the table and rub his body and his hard cock up and down my backside. I was incredibly turned on feeling his hot cock sliding along my ass crack, and the searing pain of his cock head entering me reminded me why I hadn't been fucked in over 25 years, but I was so horny I didn't dare ask him to stop no matter how much it hurt. And it was totally hot to be on the other side of a raw fuck, taking his bare cock inside me without knowing anything about his sexual history. He took his time with me, and although the pain never went away entirely, it did abate somewhat with his slow, deliberate, deep strokes. He finally spoke, whispering in my ear that he'd wanted to fuck me every time he'd worked on me, and he loved that he finally had his raw cock inside me. I responded that I had wanted to fuck him, too, but was thrilled to have his cock inside him and wanted him to shoot his load deep inside me. "Don't worry", he said, "I hate it when guys fuck me raw, only to pull out before shooting. I love taking loads up my ass, and I'm going to shoot a huge load deep in your ass any minute now." He picked up the pace, shoved my legs further apart, and really started pumping his cock deep inside me. He moaned and thrust so hard I had that proverbial feeling of being split in two. He stayed inside me and stroked my neck and arms and face for a while, and when he pulled out, he just kept right on with the massage. When I rolled over, I was rock hard. He worked over my cock & balls with his mouth and tongue and slid a finger up my ass. He pulled me down so my ass was hanging off the end of the table, put my legs over his shoulders, and slid his once-again hard cock inside my very sore ass. I had to ask him to slow down because I was so sore, explaining how long it had been, and he confessed that it was not his usual thing, either. He told me he was 90% bottom, adding that the bareback part, though, was his norm. He told me he usually gets fucked up the ass, raw, through a glory hole at the ABS in town and loves letting anonymous guys use him as a cum dump. To prove his point, he pulled out and told me to switch places with him. I reached for the squirt bottle with his massage oil for lube, but he grabbed my hand and told me he had enough cum in his ass already that it wouldn't be necessary. My rubbed the head of my cock against his hole, and he instantly opened up to me, and he must have had half a dozen loads inside him. I fucked him hard and fast and deep but didn't cum because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to take his cock again if I shot my load, so we switched back. As he started building up a good speed, he told me he loved how tight my hole was, and I told him I loved being fucked hard and used by a cum slut who was going to shoot a second load inside me. He rammed his cock deep to pump his second load inside me, and I shot my own load, seeing my cum flying over my head to land on the head piece of his massage table. I have another appointment booked in two weeks; I had tried for next week, but he'll be out of town at a workshop next week. He did promise to tell me all about the bath house he's going to hit while traveling and all the loads he gives there.