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Simon's hand slid over my bottom and his finger probed my hole as I fucked David. It was smeared with lube and slid into me easily, making me gasp as he finger fucked me as I thrust. It felt amazing to have a finger in me at the same time as I fucked. Suddenly. the finger withdrew. I felt Simon's body against my back and his cock starting to push into me. I paused and let him in, and then we both began to thrust, him into me and me into David. The sensation was wonderful and it wasn't long before it tipped me over the edge. "Cumming!" I gasped and shot a heavy load into David's upraised bottom, ecstatically fierce as Simon's cock probed my prostate. My arse muscles tightened in orgasm and Simon growled "Oh yeah...uuuh...cumming!" and shot his second poz load into my throbbing rectum. We hung there in release for a second, me sandwiched helplessly with my cock in David and impaled on Simon's cock, two arse holes filled with cum. Then Simon slid out of me, slapped my bottom and laughed and we broke apart. I slid out of David's bottom and he stood up and stretched. "Thanks, mate" He said, then he and Simon went off and left me panting and eager for more..

Chapter 2 "Ummm, what did you say?" "You heard me, chaser boy." He had a wicked grin on his face as he grabbed my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. I was rock hard. "How, how, umm how do you know about that?" I stuttered. "You forget we live in the same city. I've seen your profile on all those nasty sites. I've messaged you a couple times and you even set up a meet but then you must have gotten cold feet because your profile suddenly disappeared or," he paused and started to frown, "did you block me, boy? That was very rude to leave me with blue balls." I gulpped. He was still right in front of me. His hand now on my right ass. "Ummm, but you were married. Why, why would you be on those sites," I stammered. He started chuckling . "Oh boy, your Aunt Lisa and I had an arrangement. She could fuck all the women she wanted and I could breed all the guys I wanted and everyone would stop nagging us about settling down." "But...but your straight." "Oh Chad, I assure you there is nothing straight about me." He nipped at my ear and squeezed my ass hard. I let out a small moan. "Yeah you like that don't you boy?" "Oh fuck!" "Shhhh, you don't want our parents to hear you now, do you? I knew you'd be a noisy one and we haven't even started the main event yet. I can tell I'm going to have to gag you." I was so fucked. "What... I mean, what was your screen name?" "Toxicpole," he whispered in my ear. His hand was now down the back of my shorts getting very close to my quivering hole. Fuck this was bad. I remembered that profile. Hot guy, hairy chest with a big cock and those tattoos. He didn't have a face pic, not that I would have recognized him anyway. We'd chatted for a couple of weeks. Him slowly wearing me down trying to letting him knock me up. I'd even agreed to meet up but then of course I shot my load, came to my senses and quickly blocked him. I know I'm dick. Getting pozzed was just a fantasy...right? "Imagine my surprise when I saw my little stepbrother on those nasty hookup sites looking for poz cum. I always figured you'd be a safe only bottom pussy, but actively looking for toxic tops to breed your sweet ass, that was a pleasant surprise. Made me very hard imagining my toxic dick breeding your fertile boy pussy. Then you had to go and ghost me." "No, no I don't want to be poz. It's just a fantasy. I know I shouldn't have lead you on. I'm really sorry." His finger was now circling my pucker and I was moaning even louder. "Those may be the words coming out of your mouth but your cock seems to disagree." I looked down and he was right. My little cock was rock hard. Not only was I hard but a nice size wet spot was already starting to form on my shorts. "Don't worry, we have all weekend for you to get better acquainted with my thick, toxic pole." Just then there was a knock on the door followed by mom sticking her head in the room. "You boys going to be okay in here?" Max had detached himself from my back and was sitting on the bed as if he hadn't just been just teasing my hole with his fingers. "We're great, just getting to know each other," Max said with a big grin on his face. "Oh good. I'm sorry about the bed. Are you sure you boys will be okay sharing?" "We'll be fine, right Chad?" He winked at me. The smug bastard actually winked. He was enjoying my discomfort way too much! "It's fine mom. Really it's okay." She looked relieved. "Oh good. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes." She smiled and closed the door. "Mmmm, 30 minutes, more than enough time to test out that pretty mouth of yours. He spread his legs wide and grabbed his crotch. I could see the head of his cock peeking out the leg of his shorts. Next thing I knew I had dropped down between his legs and was licking my lips. "Yeah I knew you wanted this, you're practically salivating like a pig in heat." "No, no I can't do this, it's wrong." I said while unbuttoning his shorts to free his cock. He started laughing. "You have no willpower boy. You know you need this and I promise this will just be the beginning. I'm going to make sure your fantasy becomes a reality. Now suck," he said placing his hand on the back of my head, guiding me to his leaking poz dick. I knew this was wrong. Every fiber of my being was telling me to run but I couldn't move. What the fuck was wrong with me! The minute my tongue touched the head of his cock and I tasted his precum I was as good as gone. I opened my mouth and started to work his dick like my life depended on it. I guess I should mention at this point that I love sucking cock. Can't get enough. I love getting the reward of a mouth full of delicious cum. "Fuck you look good between my legs." Mmmm, he moaned, "yeah you're a good little cock sucker aren't you." His moans made me suck even harder. I managed to get over half his dick down my throat when he pushed me off. I let out a whimper. I looked up and him, begging with my eyes. "Please Max, let me swallow your load. Please." "You have a very talented mouth, boy, but this first load isn't going anywhere but up that neg hole of yours. I haven't cum in seven days and I'm sure as hell not going to waste it down your throat." I whimpered, "please sir, I'm so horny. I need to taste your cum." "Damn boy! You need to learn who's in charge here. Now pull yourself together. I just heard your mom call us into dinner." He was right I had totally lost control of myself. He pulled me up and gave me a deep kiss. "Patience boy, I'll be taking your poz cherry soon enough." That's exactly what I was afraid of.

It’s 6pm, I have no plans, and I’m off for the next 3 days. In a good slut fashion, I message a dom top daddy that I’ve known for a while. He’s around mid 40s, and is as kinky as one could imagine. There’s something so hot about the way he blows clouds….whether it's the way he holds the pipe, letting me know that he’s a professional at blowing clouds or how quickly he turns into a beast as soon as the T enters his system. This is the same daddy that is mentioned in my first story “After 4 years I finally decided to be a TINA PIG AGAIN”. It’s 8pm and I arrive at his place. When I enter I take off my clothes and head to the room where he’s waiting for me with his big cloudy dick ready to be serviced. I’m wearing a black jock-strap which makes my ass look plump — with me I have a backpack that has all my essentials. It includes poppers, lube, pantyhose, fishnets, dildos, and much more. I begin to suck his big cock while he hits the pipe, I savor his cock slowly, inch by inch. I’m not just sucking his cock, I’m making love to it and he’s loving every second of it. I hop in the shower and prep myself. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to party, the thought of it was so hot, but for a brief second I was unsure. I come out of the shower and he’s sitting upwards with his cock rock hard and hitting the pipe. “Now it’s my turn to get spun” I say jokingly, but at this point, I’m unsure if I’m joking or not. He pulls out a tiny bag that is filled with shards of T and at this point, I know what’s going to happen. He hands me two small shards of T and I bend over and slide them deep inside my ass. The burning feeling is almost instantaneous, followed by the throbbing sensation of my hole. I’m on all fours with my chest low to the bed allowing gravity to work its magic and push the shards deeper in me. Within 20 min, my hands become sweaty and my feet and body begin to tingle. It’s hard to explain to those who’ve never had a booty bump or partied, what a strong and powerful feeling takes over your body. I could feel my hole loosening up and getting wet on its own. I can feel every inch of my body become aroused and stimulated. My mind begins to wander into lustfulness and I start to think about the kinkiest fantasies that have been buried in the back of my mind, waiting for this exact moment to reveal themselves. I hit the poppers and let the intense head-high take over and I focus on worshipping that big dick that lies in front of me. I’m instructed to just use my mouth and tongue and take my time caressing that cock with my mouth. I begin to tell him how amazing his cock is, how honored it feels to be pleasing him. The drug is working its magic and the craving of cock in my ass grows stronger. For a brief moment, I wonder how high I’d have to get fisted, but It’s not at the top of my list right now. I grab the luge and apply a generous amount on the tip of my fingers and slide them deep inside my hole. I glide my dildo in me, taking deep breaths to help me open up more and tada, it’s deep in me and fuck it feels amazing. There’s so many different feelings that I’m experiencing all at once: the obvious high of meth, the poppers making my body hot, and the dildo pressing against my G spot. As the night progresses, I feel more and more euphoric and I continue to make love to his dick. I will say, Tina makes me very jittery and makes me move around a lot. I’ll let you imagine what else happened as the night carried on, but fast forward it’s 2am and I have switched over from cocksucker to a masseur. He gets on his stomach and places a big pillow underneath him, allowing his ass to lift air. Fuck, he has such a nice fat ass and I burry my face in there and make love to his hole, it tastes delicious. We sniff poppers at the same time and both feel the amazing rush take over, I can see his body relaxing and sinking into the bed. After a while of eating his ass and sucking his cock from the back, he lays down flat and I begin to massage his body. First his feet, followed by his thighs, and then his upper body. Occasionally, I suck his cock while rubbing his body and I think that shows him that even though I have a slutty side, I am also tender and gentle. Despite him not breeding my throbbing hole, It felt good knowing that I was pleasuring his body by making love to every inch of him. It’s now 3:25 am and we are both still very high, but it’s time for me to go. He asks where I’m going next and I tell him I’m going to the bathhouse to see how many raw loads I can take. Before walking out the door, he hands me a small piece of toilet paper and inside are several shards of T, he tells me to be a good slut and get on all fours the entire night. I get to the bathhouse at 4:00am and it doesn’t look too busy. There’s a few cars parked outside so I know that there’s definitely some horny guys inside. Interesting enough, I’ve always enjoyed going to the bathhouse late at night. I feel that even though it’s not as crowded, there’s always some kinky guys waiting around the corner. I sit in my car for a minute and start thinking if I should be regretting all of this. I gotta stop doing this shit, I’m my own enemy My own downfall But I am also whore at heart, especially when I’m spun. After Tina enters my hole and nestles itself in there I enter into a cationic state of sheer excitement. Every part of my body tingles beyond control — like earth's tectonic plates do when they meet face to face. My hole is burning, but not in the way that hurts, at least not yet. More like a lustful, stimulated way. I begin the pendulum of choice Good vs. Bad - Right vs. Wrong. I once again ask myself if this is really what I want, if I want to surrender myself to meth and let guys see how nasty I can be. I can see a guy staring at me as he sits in his car next to me and I’m trying not to act weird, but when you just had shards of T up your ass…it's kinda hard. I look away, but I can still feel him staring at me. I hear the car door slam and through the corner of my eye, I see him walk up to my window. I’m so fucking high and it’s so obvious (maybe not) I look around to see if no one else is watching or if there’s no security and without hesitation, I open my door and bend over. “Fuck yea you dirty slut I can tell you’re spun asf, I saw your ad on sniffies” he says. I remember that before leaving my friend's house, I posted an ad on sniffies saying I was spun and would be at the bathhouse taking raw loads. He pounds my loose hole for about 10 min in the parking lot, slapping my ass and calling me a good high slut. The thrill of getting caught is so hot, I could care less; however, he says we should go inside. We go inside and I pay for a room so that way if someone wants privacy we can use my room. I go into my room and place my belongings inside the locker and then head to the showers. As I’m rinsing off, I see several guys pass by and look at me…maybe they know I’m high and know I’ll offer my hole to anyone. After the shower, I dry off and put on my jockstrap and head to my room to grab my poppers and lube. I’m so horny oh my god, I can’t control the thoughts of getting my hole destroyed. I grab my stuff and walk to the back of the bathhouse which is a big open area for communal play. I lube my hole up and sniff some poppers and I get on all fours. Within minutes, I can feel a big dick entering my hole “fuck yea, breee me please” I beg and he pounds away. I see another guy standing behind him awaiting his turn to pound my sleazy hole, then another guy and another. There’s maybe about 10 dudes around me watching in awe as I take dick after dick, waiting patiently to churn my sloppy hole. I don’t care who’s fucking me, I don’t even bother looking back, I just know that I want my hole wrecked by every guy in here. It’s now around 7am and I’ve been getting fucked non-stop, cock after cock have entered my hole. Some guys have pounded me slow and steady, while others have used me like a rag. I have gotten fucked inside my room, in the theater room, the sauna, the glory-hole, I’ve offered my cummy methed up hole to anyone. I rinse off again and join a group of guys in the hot tub, i'm almost positive that they’ve each fucked me and know I’m a spun slut. It’s so awkward because I can literally feel them staring at me and I try not to make eye contact. However, the urge for cock grows more and more. I get out of the hot tub and dry myself — putting on my jockstrap slowly so they can see my ass. I walk away and take a glance at them and walk into another dark room that’s adjacent to the hot tub. There’s an older man in there with a 8 inch cock, I know he parties because he looks spun like I do. I hit the poppers real deep and get on all fours and begin to worship his cock. I hear the water splashing and footsteps approaching, and I know my hole is about to be wrecked once again. There’s nothing on my mind but worshipping the big cock that’s in front of me and making sure my back is arched as much as possible, providing easy access for any raw dick. It's now around 3pm, I’ve been here for almost 11 hours and I’m still not ready to go. I have accepted that I’m a Tina loving whore and that my purpose is to get spun and offer my hole to anyone. I head to the showers to rinse off again, then to my room where I grab the shards of T and put another 2 pieces deep in my hole. I’ll let you imagine what happened after that. I hope you enjoyed reading this story about another real and epic experience of me transforming into a slutty party whore.

The biggest cock I ever took was 11 inches. A skinny-as-fuck Eastern European guy with basically a third leg. We were in a public area of Sweatbox in London, kissing and putting on a bit of a show, when he said he wanted to fuck me. "But" he said "it's big, no one can ever really take the whole of me" - or words to that effect. And I thought... Challenge Accepted! Especially in front of that audience. I'll be honest: it was hard work. We did it doggy style so I had a bit of control how deep he went. It took quite a few minutes to work my hole right down to the hilt - he was quite patient with me because he knew I would try my hardest to accomodate him fully - and when it did go right down until I could feel my ass against his abs, it opened me right up and felt FUCKING GOOD. Until he started fucking me. Now I had a few loads inside me to help lube the situation up, and he was fucking me bareback, so I knew if I could hold on, I'd get his load so deep inside me I'd be spitting it out. But fuck me, once he got into a rhythm it just fucking hurt. I bit down, determined. Held onto my cock and balls because even they were hurting as he started to work it. Good thing was, all the appreciative noises he was making, like "wow, can't believe you've taken it all", "fuck yeah feels so good" and so on. That's all I was really in for now, to make him feel good and to make him cum. At one point he asked if I was hurting him, and I just grunted "That's my problem. Not yours. Don;t fucking stop." Because if he had stopped, I would have pulled him out of me and got out of there. Luckily for me, he didn't take that long to cum. Maybe he really never had had many guys take his cock fully like this but whatever, the last 30 seconds of crescendo pounding were agonising. He shot his load so deep into me, and with such an animal howl, that a wave of relief hit me - my animal howls too. Well, the truth is that I pretty much did it to say that I had done it... and yeah to be able to sit here and type this right now. I've taken 10.5 inches since then, with much the same result, but well... was it worth it? For taking yet another stranger's load deeper into my ass than ever before? Yes For the story and bragging rights? Fuck yes For the sense that I bit down and got used hard? Fuck fuck yes But the actual fuck itself, I gotta be honest: it was an endurance ride pretty much from start to finish, very little pleasure for me, and it pretty much wiped me out for the rest of the night. Once we were done, I found a private cabin, crashed and slept for an hour. Fairly sure I might have got a minor anal fissure from it too. But am I happy I did it? Fuck yeah! Do I still jack off about it six years later? Fuck fuck yeah Would I do it again if I got the chance, even though I know it'd be fucking agony? FUCK FUCK FUCK YEAH!

Chapter 1 I hadn’t been home in years, ever since my mom remarried. It’s not that I didn’t like her new husband, he treated her great. It’s just that we never really clicked. I was already older when they got married so I really didn’t have a relationship with them. Mom had been trying for years to get me to come home and I’d managed to avoid it until this year. It was my grandpa's 80th birthday and mom wouldn't take no for an answer. Unfortunately, the train ride went much faster than I would’ve liked and before I knew it we were pulling into the station. I could see mom on the platform, excitedly waving trying to grab my attention. I inwardly groaned, grabbed my bag and got off the train. It was really hard not to get caught up in her excitement. Maybe a part of me was glad I’d come home. On the drive back to the house I could tell she was anxious about something. “Mom, what’s going on? You seem really nervous.“ “Umm, well you see there’s been a little bit of a change since we last spoke.“ Now I was starting to get nervous. “Your aunt and uncle and cousin decided to come out at the last minute, so this means we have a little bit of a tight squeeze at the house.“ “Mom, not a problem I’ll get a hotel room.“ “Like hell you will. You will absolutely be staying at the house,“ then she rapidly said “ you’re just gonna have to share a room with Max. “Yeah no Mom, I love you, but that’s not gonna happen.“ “Chad, don’t start with me. This is going to be a great weekend and I don’t want any of your shit. You are sharing a room with Max and will be a good sport. End of discussion. Besides, it will be good for both of you to finally get to know each other. He told me he’s tried to reach out to you a couple times but can never seem to get a hold of you.“ Fuck this is gonna be a miserable week. Okay let me back up a second. Max is my stepbrother. I've spent about a total of 5 hours around him since the first time when our parents got married and that was it. I really don't know much about him except for what my mom occasionally shares. I do know he's 10 years older than me, divorced and actually lives in the same city as me but we never hang out. He has tried to get to know me, but I'm like what's the point. To be honest with you I'm not even sure if I'd recognize him if we passed each other on the street. "Sorry mom, why is Max even here? It's not even his grandpa." Mom turned and gave me a disgusted look. "Chad, I raised you better than this. He's family and...well, he's been struggling a bit since his divorce, so he's been staying with us for the past week." Okay I'm an ass, I admit it. "Sorry mom, I didn't know. I'll behave." We arrived at the house and I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath and followed mom into the house. My stepdad was in the kitchen and gave me a big hug. As we were making small talk, I noticed someone standing in the kitchen doorway. I think my eyes just about bugged out of my head. Standing there was Max and damn did he look good! Okay the last few years had been really good to him. Last time I saw him he was really skinny and kind of nerdy looking. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just wasn’t expecting such a change. If I had to guess, I’d say he was over 6’ to my 5’5” and had about 50 pounds of muscle on me. He had his red hair cut really short and his beard tightly trimmed. He was wearing a white T-shirt that had to be at least one size too small. I swear I could see one of his nipples was pierced, and it looked like there were tattoos on his upper arms I made the mistake of looking down and saw his shorts, which also appeared to be a size too small but damn, they looked good on him. “Chad, honey are you OK?“ Mom asked “I’m, I’m, I’m sorry, what mom?“ “I asked if you’re OK honey Robert asked you a question.“ “Oh I’m sorry, I must be more tired than I thought.“ “Oh it’s nothing, I was just asking if you remembered Max.“ Max had a big grin on his face, like he knew I’d been checking him out. He took that as his queue and came over and gave me a big hug. Fuck he smelled good. Shit, I can feel myself starting to chub up so I try to end the hug, but before I could get him to let go, he squeezed my ass. He grinned and winked at me and grabbed my bag from me. “Looks like we’re gonna be roomies for a few days. Can’t wait to get to know you better“ he said as he starts walking off towards the bedroom. I give my mom a stepdad a smile and follow after him. Once I enter the room, I’m in for another shock. There’s only one bed. “Your mom was worried about us sharing a bed, but I assured her we’re both grown men and we’d be more than fine. In fact, I think this is going to be a very positive experience for you." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “isn’t that right chaser boy.“ Oh, fuck, I was screwed!

Well, my first KNOWINGLY poz loads, anyway. I'd been taking raw dick and load for about a year, but mostly from regulars or married guys I found online. But one night, I'm insanely horny and trolling for dick online. This was a few years back and I was trying to find a top on gay.com. It was late (like 1 am) and we both figure out pretty soon that we are game for a hookup. His pics are hot (he's in his 40's and has at least 8.5" of dick). It was his dick that made up my mind. I'd never had one that big and I wanted to try it! We get to the point of exchanging phone numbers when he springs it on me. "By the way, I'm poz. Is that ok?" I hesitated a long time before answering. "I'm not... But I am really horny." He asks for my number so we can talk on the phone a bit. I give it to him. His voice is all sexy and he starts talking about fucking me and making my ass feel good. I ask him if he would use a condom, but he tells me they make him limp. Then he tells me that we could fuck but he won't cum in me. He will pull out if I want-- no problem. He then says he can also stay hard after cumming and go multiple times. I gave him my address. He arrived 20 minutes later, and we were soon naked. I started sucking his cock and man was it a whopper! I truly hadn't had one this big ever. He ate my ass and sucked my cock and then pushed me onto my back. "You ready to get fucked?" he asked? I was so nervous and had butterflies in my stomach. "Yes-- but you'll go easy and pull out, right? You'll warn me before you cum??" He promised he would, then he lubed up my ass and his cock, and worked his head into my hole. He tossed a fresh bottle of poppers on my chest and told me to take a hit. I did, and the relaxing warmth rushed over me. Then he pushed all the way in, slowly. I'd taken lots of raw dick before, but never one this size. And poz. But damn if it didn't feel good! He set up a slow rhythm and got me all open and accepting of his cock. I did more poppers and was in bottom heaven. He started to pick up speed and he told me to do another good popper hit. I did as instructed and then be really started fucking me. "I'm getting real close-- where do you want me to cum?" He said as he was fucking away. I was in a wave of popper heaven and loving feeling his cock hit me so deep-- I didn't answer. "I'm getting ready to blow, man--- where you want it!" I just closed my eyes and reached up to work his nipples. "Oh Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he shouts and I can feel his raw jizz spurting inside my ass. And being the cumwhore that I was, I was in heaven. But he wasn't done. He kept fucking and I came down off my popper high and realized what had just happened. "Dude, you didn't pull out," I said. "Man, I asked but you didn't tell me to. Besides-- we BOTH know what you wanted." He fucked two more loads into me before I came and couldn't take any more pounding from that big cock. And after that fuck, he became one of my regular fuckbuddies.

Way back in 2012, I was a tourist in the UK porn industry for a summer. Did a few films, a few photoshoots, got myself exposed a bit, and then after three months stopped. One of the films I did, for Triga, was a full-on piss party group sex thing. Was pissed on by multiple guys for the afternoon, got myself fucked, sucked cock and drank piss down etc. It was incredible. Tried to find a few screencaps of the vid I made at the time, but only one pic with two guys pissing on me at the same time - first pic, of me being fucked - found a few others of me getting pissed on, or in the mouth, but just by one guy. Shame - I thought I had some of me taking piss by two or three guys at once there. Anyway, enjoy, and feel free to download and re-upload elsewhere if you like 'em. It's fun to share! 😄

Take a look at my recent post about open mouth gags. I love puting an open mouth gag on my cocksucker. To me he looks real hot helpless with his mouth held wide open. And yeah, I also like to put him on the bed in his back with his head hanging over the edge. Then I can force my cock deep down his throat in one strong thrust and then fuck his throat as hard as I want, pounding my sweaty balls over his nose. I love to hear him choking and gagging on my cock and to see him drooling and tears pouring from his eyes. I feel fucking awesome when I cum deep down his throat and make him choke on my sperm as I force him to swallow it. Sometimes I follow up by pissing down his throat as well. That’s the kind of abuse cocksuckers crave.

I don’t really think about it any more. I always go raw and assume the other person is poz or on prep if they ask no questions. However I do get off on poz on poz sex.

I highly recommend it, if you love cum it's a great time. Pre-Covid this guy hosted lunchtime events during the work week. Usually 10-15 guys, it was amazing. Hoping he gets his guest list to continue to grow. As much as I LOVE swallowing loads, having multiple guys splatter my face is a very close 2nd. Love leaving my face glazed after the fact. The smell and feel of the jizz on my face really satisfies my inner slut.

WE are also glad that we can provide a filthy, sloppy pig hole for you to fuck 🍆 & play in.

Only reason to push it out is if you're gonna eat it or save it up as lube for another time

I only pushout if I’m with a good pig buddy who will suck it out, otherwise, it’s mine!

The load, definitely. I've said my favorite game to play with a top man is "How many loads can my ass squeeze out of him..." It's a win-win proposition.

I'm with you about drinking piss from an ass. I've never drunk my own piss from an ass but I have had mouthfulls of piss from my ass spat into my mouth and have drunk other men's piss from another bottom's ass.

I posted this a couple of years ago but think it's worth repeating. These are great real breedings, not the ones where they jack off outside then push in. A true Breeder never pulls out, always plants his seed deep inside! [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/breed-u-deep-13790168

So, had this story sitting on a back burner for a while and since the dreaded writer's black has hit on my other story (Self Destruction). Decided to throw this one out here and see how people like it. I'll warn everyone now, it's a bit of a slow burner in this first chapter, but I promise it will get much steamier in the next chapter. Hope everyone enjoys. ---------- Lesson 1: The Art of Negotiation It all started when I came home from school over the summer break. Not wanting to get a job in some god awful burger joint or interning for pennies at an office, I decided that I would mow lawns for neighbors just like I had in high school. The money was decent, I got to enjoy the sun, and I usually got to set my own hours. Most of our neighbors were on the older side, and I was sad to see that the Mercers at the end of the block had recently moved away, both of them getting too old for the larger house. My parents had told me that they thought someone recently bought their house, and taking up the hint, I proceeded that morning down the street, hoping the wife was home and they didn’t have any kids. I’ve always known that a few of the women, especially the older ones, enjoyed me mowing their yards, and not one to disappoint I would regularly show off my body and good looks. 19 years old, 6ft tall, slender yet muscular, with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and classically good looks, I knew how to use my physical attributes to my advantage. Not that the typical housewife really interested me. Being bi, I’d had my pick of the guys and girls at college and even a few in high school, and preferred not to crap where I ate so to speak. Already, the sun was blazing in the sky, making the air unpleasantly muggy. I mentally kicked myself for getting up so late, as the sun was already extremely high in the sky. Walking down the street, I made my way towards the old Mercers place, hopeful as I saw they had a rather nice looking SUV in the driveway. They definitely have some disposable income, I thought to my self, noting that the SUV was a rather new Range Rover in the driveway, a little out of place in the more middle class vibe of the neighborhood. Not that I would expect someone to put one on such and expensive vehicle, but no little stick figure family on the rare window, and no bumper stickers proclaiming to the world that their spawn was an honor student. Putting on my usual customer service smile, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited, looking around and adjusted my self, trying to at least appear somewhat presentable. A quick movement at the window confirmed that someone was at least home. I was shocked however when instead of the usual bored housewife with too much botox and filler, I was greeted by what could only be described as a bear of a man, wearing a tank top and loose shorts, covered in tattoos. “Can I help you?” the man asked, sounding just slightly annoyed. Shit… I thought to myself, This is going to be a lot harder sale… Usually, the husbands were likely to shoot me down instantly, tight fisted on money and the usual male bravado of wanting to do it themselves to prove how manly they were. Quickly, I increased my smile a little more, bracing myself for the harder sale. “Sorry to bother you sir, I’m Riley, and I live down the street over there. My parents have the beige ranch style near the corner,” I begin, turning around and pointing out the house 5 doors down. “Uh huh…” the man said, boredom already in his voice. “So, I’m home for the summer and I know you must be new the street. I usually offer to mow the yards here to make some money while I’m off school, especially with some of the people here being a bit on the older side…” “And I fit into that same category? Do you make it a habit of trying to scam the elderly?” he said, his deep voice already sounding annoyed. What the fuck? Where did that come from? I thought to myself, unsure how to answer for a few seconds. “No, sorry, I just figured I ask if you’d like me to mow yours as well. I didn’t mean…” I replied hurriedly, trying to assure the man. The man stared at me for a second with a flat expression before bursting into laughter. Confused, I stared blankly at him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I’m just fucking with you, kid,” he said, clapping his meaty hand on my shoulder, “You should see the look on your face!” Still a bit perplexed, I gave a small smile. “I’m Gregory, friend’s call me Greg. I’ve already met your folks and they told me to expect you,” he said, smiling and chuckling to himself, “Come on in and we can talk numbers over something cold.” I quickly forced myself to regain my composure before following Greg into the house, quietly thankful to feel the crisp cold air of the AC on my already sweat slicked body. Standing to the side, I waited as he shut the door, shutting out the heat and bright sunlight into the much cooler and somewhat darker insides of the house. Looking around, I was a bit surprised at how much newer everything looked, compared to the rather dated 80s motif the Mercers had when I was here last year. Tastefully decorated in midcentury modern design, it fit the house much better than the tacky old gold, pastels, and insane amount of mirrors Mrs. Mercer loved, looking like it had come straight out of a Golden Girls episode. I already knew where the kitchen was, but still waited politely as Greg led the way to kitchen. I was shocked too at how fully different the kitchen was as well, looking almost like something out of a magazine. Definitely a metric fuck-ton of disposable income… I thought, looking over at the massive double fridge, and the massive, gleaming steel oven. I remembered vaguely that just the stove was something like 14 grand and the fridge even more, having seen it in passing shopping with my mother the pervious week for a new computer desk for school at the furniture store. “You guys really did a great job on renovating this place…” I said, looking around before taking a seat at the spacious island counter, across from Greg. I watched as he went over to the spacious fridge before opening it and looking around. “Yeah, just finished last month. Beer, water, soda, or ice tea?” he asked, looking around inside before sticking his head out and staring at me. “Oh, um, water is fine,” I said, briefly before turning my attention out the patio door into the yard. Even the yard was different, having also been the subject of the massive renovation. Gone was the shabby garden and crab grass, and in its place was a very contemporary back yard, complete with a massive fire pit and new swimming pool, all surrounded by a very tall privacy fence. Honestly, I wasn’t really sure how much mowing was even needed, as even the grass looked new, likely having been recently sodded. Suddenly, my attention was yanked back to the kitchen as Greg put his large hand on my shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze as he handed me a bottle of water with the other. “I insisted on the new pool in the back,” he said suddenly, still giving my shoulder a squeeze, “might have taken a bit of the work from you there, but you have to admit when its hot like this, a pool is a must!” Taking the bottle of water from him, I felt a slight blush creepy up my neck and across my cheeks as his hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. “Um, so, price wise,” I said, forcing myself not to focus on his hand as I talked, “I usually charge $40 for the entire yard, and I can do it whatever time you want during the day.” Removing his hand, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbing the newspaper next to it. Must have interrupted him during the coffee and crossword puzzle, I thought to myself, thankful to finally have my shoulder back. “The wife is a bit particular about the yard,” he said, taking a sip of the coffee before continuing, “Tell you what. She should be home in about an hour or so. If you can impress us, I’m sure we can figure something out in terms of price. Still will pay you for today, just need to justify the cost. We’ve got a mower in the garage if you want to use that.” I nodded in silent agreement, and after letting Greg lead the way, proceeded to do just that. —- “Babe, I’m in the kitchen!” Greg called out, looking up from his phone briefly as his husband walked into the room. “Hey baby, how was your day?” Mike said, walking into the room before setting his bag on the counter. “Oh, you know, just the usual,” Greg replied, setting the phone down before turning his head up to kiss him, “How was work?” “It was fine. Just the usually bullshit,” he said, turning his attention to the backyard, “Um… Hey, uh, whose in the backyard?” “So, the neighbors down the street have a son, Riley, and he’s back from college for the summer,” Greg replied, giving him a smile. “Uh-huh,” Mike replied, watching as the brown haired teen stopped for a second, picking up twig from the yard and tossing over the back fence before wiping his brow and pulling his shirt off. “And we’re paying him to mow the yard,” Greg continued, letting out a smirk as Mike continued to watch the college boy out the window. “Oh, then lawn huh?” Mike said, letting out a chuckle, “And how is he?” Suddenly, the lawn mower shut off as Riley began to walk the mower back to the garage. “I dunno,” Greg said, adjusting his cock in his pants as he watched the outline of the teen’s ass, “Didn’t seem to mind when I was feeling him up a little earlier. Maybe we should find out?” — Walking back into the house, I quickly pulled my shirt back on, silently thankful to no longer be sweating in the heat and sun. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was shocked to see a second man in the kitchen. Just as tall and muscular as Greg, he had his hair in a mohawk with a large septum ring through his nose. I could see just a few tattoos peaking out from under his dress shirt. “Oh, um…” I said, unsure what to say, “I finished the yard. Did you want me to come back when your wife gets home?” The other man started laughing before walking over and extending his hand. “Hi, you must be Riley. I’m Michael, his husband,” he said, laughing slightly at my confusion to his introduction, “And before you apologize, he always introduces me as his wife. This one likes to play games.” “Oh, uh… cool, nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand awkwardly. “You look hot,” Mike continued, before going to the fridge and pulling out another bottle of water, “Thirsty?” “Yeah, its sweltering out there. And thanks,” I said, grateful for the cold water to cool down with. I opened the bottle and guzzled half the bottle down. We stood there in silence for a seconds before I looked around the room. “So… you guys just moved in a few months ago? It looks amazing in here.” “Yeah, we just got done with the last bit of the renovations a month ago,” Greg replied, “Everything really came out great and, well, I’m sure you know how it looked before.” “Well, it really does look great in here,” I said, unsure what to say as both of them stared at me and then each other. “We finally got the playroom set up last night,” Mike said, smiling at me before looking over at Greg again. “Playroom?” I asked, not entirely sure if I understood what he meant, “What’s that?” “Yeah, kind of a labor of love,” Mike said, as I looked down to him adjusting his bulge in his pants, “Want to check it out?” “We can talk about your compensation while we’re down there if you want,” Greg added, also moving his hand on his crotch, smiling at me. Oh. Playroom. I suddenly realized. I was unsure at first how to react. Definitely not something I’d ever done before to be sure, but I couldn’t help but admit that both of them were quite hot in their own way. And I also had to admit coming back home had sucked as most of my usual flings were gone at college still, meaning I’d been without any sex for the last few weeks. One thing I prided myself on at school was always being willing to explore sexually. So, letting my hormones take over I gave my reply. “Sure, why not?” I said, a slight smile on my face. — Slowly, we descended down the stairs into the basement, greeted at first only by the inky blackness. The room was suddenly flooded with light as I took in the scene. The ceiling was painted black, as were the walls. A few lights lit up the room, with a few being those colored smart bulbs that gently changed back and forth from magenta to violet to blue. Off to the corner, there was a large leather clad cross with shackles, and the opposite corner a leather cladded bench also with shackles. as well as several cases and tool boxes along one of the walls. On the some of the walls, there were various posters of naked men, as well as a wall filled with different ‘toys.’ Whips, dildos, anal beads, paddles, and even a few other things I had no idea what were all sat organized on one of the walls. Near the door we came in at several leather harnesses were hung up. On the opposite wall, a small steel mini-fridge sat next to a large humidor filled with various cigars, and in the center of the room hung a large leather sling, with a mirror directly above it. I slowly looked around, letting my brain take it all in. I slightly jumped when I felt someone grabbing my ass. “So, Riley,” Mike said, grinning at me, slowly kneading my ass as Greg began to get undressed, pulling on one of the leather harnesses, “Welcome to the playroom. What do you think?” Releasing my ass, Mike also began to get undressed, revealing his hairy chest and multiple tattoos. I watched both of them get fully undressed except for the leather harnesses, taking in the sights. Both had decent sized cocks, with Mike’s being bigger, but Greg’s balls were much bigger. Both had several cock piercings as well as oversized nipples, which I found strangely hot. “It’s… pretty wild. In a good way,” I replied, feeling my own cock growing in my boxers. “Kinda looking a little overdressed there, bud,” Greg pointed out, walking over to the mini-fridge and pulling out a couple of bottles what I recently found out were poppers. Quickly, I pulled my clothes off except for my boxers, unsure whether to take them off or leave them on. Suddenly, Mike handed me a white jockstrap. Dumbly, I just stared at them in my hand. “Told you he looked like a boxers kind of boy. You lose the bet babe,” Mike said, walking over to the wall and grabbing a whip with multiple tassels on it. “So I think it’s time to go over our business proposal,” Greg said, tossing one of the bottles of poppers to Mike, who easily caught it before opening it up and taking several deep sniffs. “Oh, uh, the business proposal?” I asked, not exactly sure what he meant. “So, Riley, obviously the hubby and I find you quite the sexy little fuck,” Greg explained, also opening his poppers and taking a few sniffs, “Fuck those are good… Anyways, we’d definitely would like to use you for some fun if you’d be up for it. We can gladly pay you for your time, and you can say no to anything we want to do. What do you say to, oh…. A hundred bucks an hour?” My eyes bulged out of my head for a moment. That’s more than even my parents made an hour. Combined. There’s got to be a catch here… I thought to myself. “I mean, that sounds good, but what all would be expected of me exactly?” I said cautiously. “Well, I guess we should lay out the ground rules,” Mike said, coming over to me and slowly pushing the band of my boxers down with the whip in his hands. “First, you’ll wear the jock instead of those boxers any time you come over,” Greg began to explain, “Second, you can’t wash it all summer. We expect you over here at least once a week to mow then play, but you’re welcome to come over more if you want. Next, you can say no to anything we do, but once you do, we stop this little agreement. We both like to relax and smoke while we play, as well as use poppers. You don’t have to but we can pay a little extra if you agree to trying both. And last, we want to bring over some friends for group play, you can say no, and we’ll still keep this arrangement, but you’ll get paid extra.” “Babe,” Mike interjected, having successfully pushed my boxers off, began to slowly rub the whip up and down between my bare asscheeks, “You forgot the most important part.” “Oh yeah,” Greg said, grinning at me, “We are a strictly no condom household. I’ll assume you’re clean, right?” I nodded, my mind processing everything as fast as I could. “Good,” Greg said, “Any questions? Thoughts?” I sat there for a moment with my mind racing. “Uh, I guess just a few?” I said, kicking myself mentally for how young I suddenly sounded. “Ask them while you put that jock on,” Mike said, pointing the whip at the white jockstrap in my hand. Slowly, I bent over, sure that I was obviously giving both of these men full view of my virgin asshole. I pulled them up in one smooth motion. “I’ve never done this before,” I explained, unconsciously rubbing my hands over my thighs, “I mean, I’ve been with a few guys before, but pretty much as the top, and its always been pretty vanilla.” “Fuck that is hot,” Mike groaned, “Prime virgin boy-pussy, babe.” “You can always say no, boy,” Greg said, rubbing his cock, the metal cock ring in his harness gleaming around the base of his dick. “Well, I mean, I just want to know what the limit is of saying no,” I said hesitantly, hoping for some sort of negotiation or compromise, “Like, can I ask for a break if it gets too intense for me? Or…?” Mike and Greg exchanged a glance before nodding at each other. “I mean, asking for a break isn’t saying no I guess,” Greg mused. “And I’ve never done anything like…” I continued, gesturing around the room, “This… So, can we move slow. I think I might get overwhelmed otherwise.” “Mike,” Greg said, walking over to the leather cross, before starting to strap the cuffs to his wrists, “I think we need to demonstrate exactly what Riley here can expect.” “Babe, I think it’s time to give the boy here his first lesson in hardcore man-sex,” Mike replied, shoving the poppers into a small pouch on his harness before smacking the whip in his free hand.

Guys, this is my first attempt to add to the incredibly hot stories that have appeared time and time again on BZ. So please feel free to comment so I can get better and hopefully write more stories. Thanks! Jack, in his freshman year of college, hopes to join a fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig at Butte U in Montana. It's a fraternity that goes way back in his family with every male joining since his great great grandfather. After a meet and greet beer party at the house, all the frat brothers got together and selected who they would mentor and put thru the pledging process. Jack was very nervous as he eyed all the hot guys in the room. He felt as if he didn't fit in. Jack was 18, 5'7", 135 lbs, clean shaven with short blonde hair, blue eyes, tight swimmer's build, very cute and you could tell he was naive and a little nervous by the way he carried himself. He had that 'deer in the headlight' look about him. Everyone else in the room towered over him. Now Jack wasn't gay, but this one guy just happened to catch his attention, probably because of the way he was surveying the men in the room. He just had a penetrating stare. There was a swagger and overt confidence about him. He was extremely handsome, about 6'3, well built and very muscular, with a buzz cut, dark features and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow. The brothers of the house were clearly acknowledging him so he must be important Jack thought. As it turns out he was the President of the fraternity or "Master" as he liked to be called and had his eye on Jack the moment he walked in the door. He knew his family's lineage, it was legendary at the frat house and how desperate this guy would be to pledge which meant he was an easy mark for what really went on in the house. This was going to be FUN (Fuck U Newbie) he thought to himself!! This fraternity, Stigma Alpha Cum Pig, was actually a major money making enterprise, part of a bigger conglomerate "Breeders 'R Us" ! Every year the brothers would recruit new members to not only service the house but to rent out to the professors and other students to generate enough income so the brothers could continue living the 'high' life, emphasis on high. This house controlled all the sex and drug traffic on the campus and surrounding community which was extremely lucrative. They kept files on everyone so they were above the law and completely untouchable. The pledges were texted by their frat brother the time and place to report for the hazing ritual. The Master decided he was going to handle Jack differently than the usual pledges he breaks in. Instead of using force he was going to 'trick' the new bait into submission. He would start by being very friendly and charming, totally not threatening or abusive which was his typical demeanor. He would propose a toast and of course give the pledge a G spiked cocktail. He would then suggest they smoke a traditional 'peace pipe' in the name of brotherhood. If the boy protested he would tell him it was completely harmless white smoke, just a vapor like from a hot cup of 't'!. He would manage his breath control and after a solid 5 hits or so he would proceed to the next phase. He would start discussing the benefits and requirements of living in the house. He would mention the private gym in the basement that all the frat brothers were required to utiilize on a daily basis. All the men at Stigma Alpha Cum Pig were in prime shape and were the envy of all the men and women on campus. Jack realizing his short comings in this area as he was only 5'7 and 140 lbs asked Master if there was anything he could do to help his chances of being accepted into the house. Master knew he had Jack just where he wanted him. He 'might' be able to suggest something but that Jack would probably reject the idea. Jack said no he was willing to do 'anything' because joining the house was so important to his family. The Master said, well there are steroids, he could take on a daily basis, several times a day to start, that along with an extensive workout schedule would have him buffed to perfection in no time. Jack naturally said 'oh no' he couldn't do that and Master said he understood completely. It's probably for the best and Jack should just leave now and abandon any hopes of joining the fraternity. Master said it was his choice and headed towards the door and motioned for Jack to leave. Of course, he added 'could it really hurt any to just sample a little tiny bit? 'he smirked as he touched the door handle. Jack thought for a moment but by now the t and g were having the desired effect and he was no longer in complete control. He was totally suseptical to any and all suggestions. He thought it might not be so bad to try a little. How could that hurt? What the stupid idiot didn't know was that he was going to get the slam of all slams. Master suggested that in order to get any benefit at all Jack needed to start some form of exercise regimen right way and they should head down to the G>Y>M (Guys You Molest) immediately !! Of course this room was set up with cameras and video equipment and a feed to all the tv's in the house and to special subscribers. Jack said he didn't bring any gym clothes and Master said no worries he was sure he'd find something for him to wear. He pulled out a black canvas bag and was rummaging thru it obviously looking for something specific. With a devilish grin Master administered the slam and after it hit, Jack's head was spinning. He never felt like this before. Master had Jack change into the gym clothes aka as a 'whore's uniform. A Nasty Pig black jockstrap, a pair of knee high Breedwell black socks and a black leather collar. Now to put the rest of the plan into action. Jack would be filmed looking like a slut and taking cock and cum up his hole and doing whatever Master wanted including servicing him and begging for more. Soon it was time for more g, smoke and slam part 2. Master said he needed a favor from Jack. He needed a model for some men's workout gear he's promoting and asked if Jack would model for him. He said not to worry his face won't be photographed (he lied). He needed pictures of Jack to post on the internet along with the films for the big promotion of this semesters newest 'it' boy aka fuck toy! Now Master had all the film and pictures he needed to start the.process to turn Jack into quite the slut of the frat house. There was enough stuff to blackmail Jack into total submission. The fraternity had also entered the porn industry and was looking for a virgin to star in their new breeding trilogy. Jack was reciting anything Master told him to say all which made everything appear Jack was quite the willing participant. He was so fucked up he was willing to do anything Master suggested he do. Time to reload that hungry hole! Now on to the ABS!

No one wakes up with an inherent desire to contribute to capitalism. It isn’t part of our nature to view our time and energy as indispensable cogs in an economic system that has defined Western civilization for centuries. And yet, capitalism—rooted in principles laid out long before Adam Smith put pen to paper—remains the framework that dictates the rules of daily life for billions. But what happens when that framework begins to crack? Today, we see evidence everywhere: rising inequality, environmental collapse, and the increasing consolidation of wealth and power in the hands of a few. Climate change reminds us daily that our extractive approach to resources and labor is unsustainable. Meanwhile, technological progress, often celebrated as capitalism’s crowning achievement, seems to accelerate its contradictions. A system that once relied on widespread competition now thrives on monopolies and resembles something closer to 21st-century feudalism. When these concerns are raised, the predictable counterargument emerges: “What is the alternative?” Skeptics default to this question, as though history has already exhausted every economic possibility. They point to the failures of past experiments—Soviet communism, Maoist collectivism, or even poorly executed welfare states—as if these are the only options. But I reject this framing. Or, I go boldly against the “No Alternatives” Fallacy. The question, “What is the alternative?” assumes a false dichotomy: capitalism or chaos. It’s a question rooted in fear rather than imagination, designed to preserve the status quo rather than encourage exploration. What if, instead of clinging to what we know, we embraced the unknown? Economic systems are not static. Just as feudalism evolved into capitalism, capitalism, too, will evolve—or collapse under its own weight. The alternative is not a return to failed systems but the creation of something new, informed by modern technology and guided by principles of equity and sustainability. Take Scandinavia as an example. These nations didn’t achieve their current blend of capitalism and socialism through violent revolution or ideological purges. They evolved—gradually—by recognizing the importance of balancing individual enterprise with collective well-being. Universal healthcare, free education, robust social safety nets: these are not utopian fantasies but proven policies that work in the modern world. A perfect example this is not, as these countries are fairly culturally and socially homogeneous, but are socially still very much on the right track. One solution: Living Contrary to Scarcity-centric Capitalism… So, what can we do now? How do we, as individuals, begin to dismantle a system that feels so pervasive? One way is to act in direct contradiction to capitalism’s demands. The system is only functional if we strive for unending productivity, participation in consumerism, and self- centered individualism. We can disrupt it by prioritizing rest, solidarity, and community care. This isn’t about opting out entirely—few of us have that privilege—but about taking what the system offers and advocating for more. Millions rely on Social Security, SNAP benefits, and other programs designed to provide a safety net; yet these programs are deliberately underfunded and inadequate, often failing to keep pace with inflation or the rising cost of living. Social Security Disability Insurance, for example, requires recipients to wait two years before becoming eligible for Medicare—despite recipients’ having paid into the system. This is by design. A system that barely meets basic needs surely reinforces the concept of dependency rather than empowerment. By collectively demanding improvements, we can expose and exploit these contradictions. After all, even the wealthiest beneficiaries of capitalism—those who eagerly accepted PPP loans during the pandemic—have no qualms about taking from the system when it serves them. Why should we? … to understand the “Power of Collective Suffering”… Our collective struggles under capitalism are not isolated incidents; they are symptoms of a system in decline. Within our suffering lies power. Recognizing the shared nature of our experiences is the first step toward building solidarity and imagining alternatives. The evolution of capitalism into something more just and sustainable won’t happen overnight, nor will it come from the top down. It will require experimentation, imagination, and a willingness to challenge deeply ingrained assumptions. It will also require action—however small. We must be willing to advocate for stronger safety nets and equal rights for all. We do this by educating ourselves and others on how current systems work, how they fail, and we also stand up and take what we’re entitled to, not in the face of shame, and demand more. If we accept that time is finite, then surely we must also accept that our economic systems must evolve to meet the demands of the present, not the ideals of the past. ……For “A Call to Action” Promoters often present capitalism as inevitable, natural, or eternal. History tells us otherwise. Systems change because people demand it, not because the biggest benefactors - those who are (privileged, connected, corrupt) and benefit the most - are willing to give it up. “End stage capitalism” doesn’t mean the end of society; but the beginning of a new chapter— one that we must be willing to write. So, let us imagine boldly, act collectively, and evolve together. Our alternative is not just another economic system. In just merely stating that our alternative is to aim for survival, surely sets ourselves up for the same failing scarcity economy that we currently have. We should raise the bar and aim for the abundance economy.

Asher was away at college on his eighteenth birthday. After Skyping with his parents and catching a bite to eat with his friends at the food hall, he was on his brand new sniffies account. There were tons of guys online, a lot who wanted to talk a big talk, but no one was willing to host for Asher, or they ghosted him… He sat rock hard snd a bit desperate in his dorm room when he got a message from an anonymous profile. He tapped the profile, there was no picture, but Breeder was listed on position. ‘hey nice ass.’ The anomouys guy messaged referencing Ashers profile pic.. ‘Thanks.’ Asher Messaged back. ‘ whats a breeer.’ ‘Come over and I will show you.’ The guy messaged sending some pictures, the guy was hot, and had a large cock. He was kind of older, which Asher thought was hot. Asher sent back a few more of him naked, and of his smaller cock. ‘come over and lets fuck.’ Asher agreed and headed over to the guys place. It was a small house on the older side of town. The guy greeted him and let him in. He was only wearing his robe. He let it slid to the floor. “Get on your knees, and lets see what you got.” The man ordered. This was not what he was excepting, but daddy was so much hotter in person, he got on his knees and put the mans, at least nine in cock in his mouth. Right at his eye level the man had a tattoo, one of the hazard symbols. “Take more in your mouth and suck harder.” The man ordered looking down at Asher pulling his head towards his pelvious. Asher almost gaged, but took as much as the mans cock, as he pulled into Asher mouth. Asher adjusted himself. “Don’t touch yourself.” The man barked. Despite, the man being, hostile, aggrisve, and very domintate, Asher was very turned on, by it all. The man finally let Asher’s hair go. Asher wipped the slobber away from his mouth. “Whats that tattoo mean?” Asher asked. Asher asked assuming it had meaning by it’s placement. “Pull your pants down.” The man ordered, asher did, and the man turned him around. The man put the head off his cock, against ashers hole and pushed in teasing him. Asher moaned out. The man slowly strocked asher until he was about ready to cum which really didn’t take long, then he squeezed ashers head hard, and stopped him from cumming. He did this five times, By the time the man was done, his hole was so teased, and he was so horny he wanted the man to slide into him, right now, no condom. Ahser was starting to figure out what a Breeder was. “Do you want me to fuck you?” The man asked, asher nodded his head. “good, the tattoo means that I have Hiv.” He said bending asher over his couch, sliding in him. Asher’s heart pounded, the man had hiv? He moaned as the man enterted him. “Don’t don’t cum in me.” Asher moand out half hearted ly, he was so horny that deep down, he’d probably let the man cum in him if he wasn’t careful. “Ok.” The man wishpered, sliding deeper into Asher’s tight virgin hole. The man slowly opened ashers hole, and contiunted to bring asher to the edge of cumming and ruining it, the man knew Asher was as good as pozzed, that almost caused the man to do it right then and there, but first to get consent, which wasn’t far away now. “Please sir let me cum.” Asher begged his hole body trembling under the man. “I think you know what it’s going to take for me to let you cum.” The man said coldy, Asher looked at him confused. “I want to cum in you.” The man smirked at asher. Asher gulped. “Ok as long as you let me cum.” Asher whined. The man slid out of asher, and moved him to the couch. He laid asher on his belly, and laid on top of him, sliding in him fast enough to make Asher cry out. “You’re a nasty, little cumdump arnt you.” The man said as he started to slam into asher. “Yes sir.” Asher said as his heart started to race again, the pleasure was beyond anything he had ever thought possible. He gladly moanded as the man slid in and out of him. “Do you want me to poz you?” The man grunted. “Yea poz me.” Asher moaned, not quite sure what that meant. The man slammed into Asher harder, and harder. “Ohh fuck here it comes you worthless whore.” The man slid in to asher and his dick started to throb. “Your going to cum in me!” Asher exclaimed as the pussling got harder, accomaned by wet feeling in his ass. He moaned out, with each pump of the cock. Ashers cock was trobbing now, realzing that Pozzing meant to give him Hiv. “Ohh fuck your giving me hiv.” Aher moaned as he started to cum all over the mans couch, his little cock tobbing against his torsoe. “Such a good little worttles whore you are.” The man said as he started to fuck asher again. The man grunted fucking his cum in and out of Asher’s fertile hole. “Oh I bet your so fertile.” The man grunted. “Fertile?” Asher asked, his heart pounding again, his cock getting hard again at the use of a term that could only apply to a woman. “As in I ripped you open, and now, I’m fucking my toxic Viral load into hard. The man grunted as he fucked another load into the newly pozzed bottom. He slid out, took the boys number, texted him, and sent him on his way. Texting his poz friends, getting them ready to breed a new ass.

Hold it in and let it become part of your body. NEVER expel good semen, ever!! Semen belongs inside a man’s body.

I always clean a cock off after a guy has bred my ass

That’s why I prefer to travel or book a sleazy motel room. Too often (I say this with respect) I don’t want those people in my home or knowing too much about me. Theft is real. I’ve had many more men in my hole than in my home.

That’s a tough one! I could say it’s about the feeling, but when I’m in a dark room or a local sauna, I realize how upset I get when a top fucks me without loading me up. So, deep down, I guess the load isn’t just a bonus: it’s the whole damn point!

Washington gave that advice at a time when the Atlantic Ocean isolated the United States from all of Europe, when an invading army would require weeks in ships to get to us (although Britain did come through Canada once). With the advent of ships powered other than by wind or oars, with the invention of airplanes and aircraft carriers and missiles and the like, we are no longer physically isolated from adversaries, We operated for almost a century and a half on the premise that we didn't really need "alliances" because we had only two borders to defend and we were far stronger, economically and militarily, than either. We still got dragged into WWI because one side in that war insisted on attacking our non-military shipping. Then we found out, in 1941, that our vaunted physical isolation didn't really protect us nearly as much as we thought given the destruction wrought at Pearl Harbor. And even once we established military supremacy over pretty much every other fighting force on earth, 9/11 showed us that it was still possible for enemies to inflict massive damage on us. This isn't to say a lot of our "adventuring" wasn't a big factor in these things happening. We made a lot of enemies throwing our weight around. But the answer isn't "retreat from all alliances" but "stop trying to meddle so much in other countries' basic affairs".

Both. If iM on the bottom, I love getting fucked. Whether it’s one man or many, I want the fucking to go on and on and on. But of course, at the end, I relish a load up my ass. Or several loads. It’s a compliment for both of us.

Thanks for sharing your story @Eagerindayton. Here's mine: I was in my early 20's, very naïve, thin, pretty hairless, looked younger than I was. I went to FLEX, in Cleveland. The old flex in the warehouse district. I told the guy at the front desk it was my first time, and he gave me the rules. told me where to find things, etc. And said maybe he'd check on me. I got a locker, undressed, wrapped the towel around me and started to walk around. This was before the internet, so not knowing exactly what I would find, I was so nervous I was shaking, and so blown away by the smell of sex, the men, it was amazing. I found the gloryhole section and started sucking some random cocks. I was pretty inexperienced and wasn't getting many of the guys off. When I explored more, the guy at the front desk was walking around, and found me. He took me to an area I hadn't found yet, somewhat dark and isolated, and asked if he could rim my ass. I told him I had never been rimmed, and his excitement was off the charts. He got me on all 4's on a mattress, and started eating my hole. I was in heaven, I had never felt anything like it. He kissed, licked, tongue-fucked me for what seemed like an hour. (I'm sure it wasn't). He told me to roll onto my back. He moved up and kissed me deep - and I could taste myself on his breath. He has slipped his gym shorts off, and his hard cock was against my wet hole. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him hard. His cock was pushing into me. My mind was saying "tell him to get a rubber", but my body, and everything I was doing was saying "Oh god yes, after that rim job please fuck me". Luckily he couldn't hear my thoughts, and he fucked me like that, then with my ankles on his shoulders, Then leaned in close to me, told me he was going to cum. I just closed my eyes and he started fucking harder, and I felt him shoot his load, felt his cock spasm, heard his grunts. While he was filling me, he grabbed my cock and stroked me and I came in about 60 seconds. I remember it being, up until that time, one of my most incredible orgasms ever.

I was mid 20s, a bathhouse in LA. I was so nervous walking down the street toward the doorway - seems crazy now. I went directly to my room and spent a while there before venturing out. I explored every last corner, practically light headed at the thought of finally being in a place like that. Played around with a few different guys and had what is still probably the biggest cock I've played with. He was about 20, kind of a surfer dude, blond pony tail and a slightly hairy chest. And...an insanely big dick that I happily swallowed and drained;)

My last load was a fantastic finish to a seven load cumdump weekend. One of my regulars had wanted to fuck me all weekend but hadn't had a chance, but finally got free late Saturday night. He shot me a message on Grindr and I told him to get over here. He'd fucked me a couple of times, but always blindfolded. He'd have me unlatch the door, jump in my sling and put the blindfold on before he came in, get hard quickly, and give me a brutal fuck from his huge dick. I've seen pics of it, but always soft. I'd guess it's probably 9x7. I know he's thick as hell. Few dicks make me feel that stretch on first entry, and he certainly does. So he gets there and apparently someone is hanging around upstairs outside from my room and he wants me to make sure he can just walk in. I'm not keen on leaving the door unlocked with someone outside so I tell him I'll just watch and open the door when he gets there for him and jump in the sling when he gets in. He said cool, told me what he was wearing, and don't worry about the blindfold. I was kinda excited to get to see him. I watched through the peephole and as soon as I saw him opened it up. He walked straight in and I locked the door and quickly jumped in the sling. As I get settled and me legs in the stirrups, I look over and get my first good look at him. Holy fuck! I'd known he had a nice body but dude was ripped as fuck, dark black skin, and his dick was huge just hanging there as he got undressed. His face was as hot as his body, looking much younger than his kid 30s he'd told her he was. He grabbed the lube and stood a little ways away as he looked at my hole as he stroked himself hard. I was fingering my hole and it was twitching as I watched him grow. Finally seeing his dick I realized I'd underestimated him. He was probably 10 and as thick if not thicker thana coke can, and now rock hard. No wonder I felt the stretch when he entered me. He let it hang there for a minute when he saw me looking, then stepped up between my legs, pressing himself up against my hole. He's fucked me enough i know exactly how to adjust the sling so he was lined up perfectly with my hole. I took a big hit of poppers and he started to penetrate me. He entered me using a strong, slow thrust, and my hole quickly opened up to let his head in, but he didn't stop there. He kept pushing into me, still one strong stroke, deeper and deeper until he pushed against my second hole which he pushed right through, eliciting a loud moan from me. I could feel my hole spasming around him as he continued to violate my body with that huge cock. I was in a mix of extacy and pain, but this is how I love to be entered by a man with a huge cock and the whole loved being able to mount me in one thrust. Soon he bottomed out, having fully mounted me, and sat there for a second feeling my ass twitch around him. I took another big hit of poppers as he pulled out to just the head, and thrust every inch back into me. He went slow at first, but soon picked up speed. Soon he was ramming that huge piece of meat into my guts, every inch, every stroke, so hard I had to grunt just from the force. He kept this up for a little bit, until he suddenly pulled completely out and stepped back, looking at my quivering and gaping hole. I took the opportunity to hit the poopers again, and as soon as I was done he shoved every inch back into me and resumed the brutal fuck. He was pummeling my prostate and between that and the poopers, I knew I was about to have an anal orgasm. Soon he pushed me over the edge and I felt my hole start to spasm as the pleasure gripped my body and I let out a yell. He never stopped, keeping up his relentlessly assault on my hole, causing me to orgasm again and again. Finally he grunted "Yeah, fuck cum on my dick. FUCK you're gonna make me nut!" And he slammed his dick into me a few more times until he lets out a yell and stays balls deep inside me as he unloads. I feel the pulses deep inside of me and I work his cock with my hole, milking his cum out of him. When he was spent, he stayed deep inside of me, enjoying the feeling of my now cum filled home gripping his dick. Suddenly he yanks his dick out of me and stands there for a second twitching from the sensory overload. He grabs the towel and wet wipes I left for him, cleans off, and within 5 minutes, is dressed and headed out the door. I hop out of the sling, light headed from the brutal fuck and hear my phone go off. It was a message from him "Amazing hole as always man, looking forward to stroking that hole some more on your next visit." Stroking and destroying is more likeit. I smiled and flopped down on the bed, my hole aching in that amazing way you can only get when completly violated. I fingered my hole, hoping for some cum running out to taste, but was out of lock. He'd planted his seed so deep inside of me I wasn't sure I could push it out, and as a good bottom cumdump I certainly wasn't doing that. Like the others that weekend, his seed stayed deep inside of me, soaking into my body as I fell asleep, my hunger for being bred sated for the moment.

Still in Payson & still looking for facefuckers (AND buttfuckers!)...

Chapter 6 A couple weeks ago Brad noticed the kid he saw passed out on Luke's bed was in his class. Jason is pretty tall so it's hard to miss a big guy like him. At first Brad was wondering what it was like if he was watching Jason fucking Luke's hole. He remembers Luke said he packs a big one. Brad has always love fucking a big dick bottom. He loves watching and hearing their dicks slapping on their stomach when he fucks them on their back or feel their ball and hard cock swinging up and down while they moan or even better, scream in pleasure. The two of them have been sitting next to each other in the last row 3 times a week. Started with chit chat then a few times Brad caught Jason looking at his bulge when he got to class after him. One day the professor told everyone to find a partner to work on group assignments for the remaining semester. Everyone simply turned to their nearest classmate and paired up. Brad and Jason are the only two who sit in the last row so logically the two of them became each other's partner. Two of them exchanged numbers and email and agreed to get in touch with one another on Fri to work on the first assignment. Friday comes around when Jason was on his way to practice he received a text from Brad. To his surprise, Brad sent him a dick pic and a video of himself undressing then taking a shower. Jason was not expecting that but was immediately aroused. He sent a text back and said “Hey man. I think you may have sent those to the wrong person but looking nice bro. Are you still down to work on the assignment today? I'm done with practice at 5. Lmk" Jason got to the locker room and faced away from his teammates when he changed into shorts to hide his hard cock. Took a min or so to calm his mind and got his boner under control before heading on the court. He checked his phone after practice and saw Brad's response. "Yeah man. I'm only a few blocks away from the gym so come on over. Door will be unlocked so come on in” Brad didn't say anything about the picture and video because they were not sent to Jason by accident. Jason responded " Be there in 20” then he hopped in the shower at the gym. Normally he's into older guys but he thought Brad was undeniably hot. He quickly got out of the shower and as he made his way to Brad's apartment he wondered if he can try hooking up with Brad Jason walked up two sets of stairs and arrived at the apartment on the 2nd floor just next to the stairs. He knocked on the door but no one answered. He texted his phone when he was on his way but didn't hear back from Brad either so he decided to turn the door knob because Brad did say the door will be unlocked. He opened the door and entered a relatively dark apartment. It's still bright out but all of the windows had their curtains closed. He heard something coming from the bedroom and as he got closer, he realized it's the sound of someone having sex. He knew he should have excused himself and left but he was curious because he didn't hear anyone that sounded like a girl. The door was slightly opened already so he peeked inside then realized the sound came from the TV. He couldn't see Brad anywhere “Hey man. How are you doing?" Brad came out from the bathroom behind Jason in a short towel. It scared the shit out of Jason and made him jump. He immediately felt embarrassed because Brad must have seen what he was doing. "oh hey…. nothing. I was just looking for you” Jason responded but looked at Brad's bulge under the towel the whole time. Before Jason had the chance to look up, Brad took a step forward, lifted Jason’s chin up and gave him a passionate kiss. catching him completely off guard. Brad’s hand slid behind Jason’s neck, holding him firmly in place as their tongues danced together in a silent confession of their mutual desire. The sound of the TV porn was a muted background to the real passion unfolding in the apartment. Brad broke the kiss and with a mischievous smirk, he tugged at the hem of Jason’s shirt, urging him to come closer. Jason’s heart raced as he allowed Brad to undress him, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that the study session was about to take an unexpected turn. The fabric of his shirt slid up, revealing the taut abs and broad chest that Brad had admired from afar. With each button that popped open, the tension between them grew thicker, charged with the electricity of unspoken desires. Once Jason’s shirt was off, Brad dropped to his knees and took Jason’s shorts with him. The towel that had been barely concealing Brad’s own arousal fell away, revealing his rock-hard cock bobbing with excitement. He wasted no time in taking Jason’s shorts and underwear down, exposing the massive erection that had been straining against the fabric. Jason’s cock stood tall and proud, a testament to his excitement. Brad’s eyes widened slightly, impressed by the size and girth of his classmate’s member, which was even larger than he had imagined. With a hunger that could no longer be contained, Brad leaned in and took the head of Jason’s cock into his mouth. The taste of pre-cum and the heat of Jason’s skin against his tongue sent a shiver down Brad’s spine. He began to bob his head up and down, savoring the feeling of the velvety shaft filling his mouth. His hand wrapped around the base of the cock, stroking in sync with his mouth, as he worked to take more and more of Jason in. Jason’s hands found Brad’s hair, his fingers curling tightly as he guided the rhythm, urging Brad deeper. Jason’s heavy balls slapped against Brad’s face with each thrust, the sound of Brad gurgling on his hard throbbing cock echoing in the quiet apartment. Brad could feel the weight of Jason's balls, full and tight, and knew that Jason was close to the edge. He pulled back, teasing the tip with his tongue before diving back in, eager to swallow the load he knew was coming. The sound grew louder as Jason’s hips began to buck, his movements more erratic, and Brad knew he had hit the spot. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to take in as much of Jason’s length as he could, the sound of wet flesh on flesh punctuating the moans that filled the room. “Ahhh. Ahhh…I'm about to cum” But just as Jason was about to cum, Brad pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath and his cock standing tall and begging for release. “Omg….why did you stop” Brad smirked up at Jason, whose eyes were half-closed in frustration and pleasure, and then stood up, his own erection bobbing with excitement. He took a step back, reaching for Jason’s hand and pulling him to the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Brad pushed Jason down onto the soft sheets, straddling his hips with a sense of urgency that was palpable in the air. Brad reached into the nightstand for poppers and let Jason took a couple big sniffes Jason’s cock was still wet with Brad’s saliva as Brad lined it up with his eager hole, giving it a few teasing strokes against his sensitive skin. As he took 4 long deep breath breathing in the chemical from poppers, he then began to lower himself, inch by delicious inch, onto Jason’s waiting shaft. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming. Jason’s eyes widened in amazement and pleasure, watching Brad’s face contort as he took all of him. Once Brad had adjusted to the intrusion, he began to move. His movements were slow at first, almost tentative, as he rocked his hips back and forth, feeling every inch of Jason inside him. The friction was incredible, and Brad knew he wasn’t going to last long. He leaned forward, bracing himself on Jason’s muscular chest, and kissed him deeply, tasting the hint of mint from the toothpaste Brad had used earlier after practice. Their tongues tangled together as Brad’s hips picked up speed, the slap of their bodies now a steady rhythm that seemed to pulse through the room. Jason’s hands found Brad’s ass, his fingers digging in as he began to thrust up to meet Brad’s movements. The angle was perfect, hitting Brad’s prostate with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. Brad’s own cock was trapped between their stomachs, leaking precum as he fucked himself on Jason’s cock. The sound of their skin slapping together was music to Brad’s ears, a symphony of desire that was reaching a crescendo. He knew he was close, so he reached down and began to stroke himself in time with their fucking, the tension in his body coiling tightly like a spring. With a final, desperate thrust, Brad felt the orgasm wash over him. His cock spurted thick ropes of cum, painting Jason’s abs with sticky white lines. The feeling of release was so intense that Brad had to lean back, throwing his head back and letting out a long, low moan that seemed to shake the very walls of the apartment. Jason followed close behind, his cock pulsing inside Brad as he came, filling him with warm cum and leaving them both panting and sweaty in the aftermath. Jason collapse on Brad’s body for a brief moment then he lifted himself up and noticed Brad’s cock is still hard as a rock. “Wow” Jason lower Brad’s cock with his hand then let go, watching it sprang back to his stomach “Does it not go down?” Jason joked “Not until it gets what it wants" Brad smile “You can go back to back?" Jason asked surprised and aroused at the same time. “So you wanna cum again?’ he asked Brad got up and throw Jason onto the bed next to where he laid. Lifted Jason's legs up and looking right at his light pink hole “No no no … I don't do that” Jason tried to put his legs down and get out of bed but Brad pushed back started licking Jason's pink hole with his tongue skillfully dancing all around it and occasionally tap right on the center harder as if his tongue was knocking on it demanding entry. Jason overwhelmed by the sensation grab the pillow above him and buried his face into it and let out the loudest and the most uncontrollable moaning into the pillow. That was a bit unexpected but the exact opportunity that Brad has been waiting for. He pause for a second then gently use his left thumb massaging Jason's hole and said to him "I'm gonna apply some numbing lube on it to help you out if you never done this before or don't do it often. You gonna feel a light burn for a bit then when that sensation go away, you'll be ready. Sounds good?" Brad said Jason said “mmmhmm" into the pillow and nodded. Brad continue to massage the surface of his unexplored hole and sending shock waves of pleasure Jason never experienced before from bottom up. In Brad's other hand he reached into the drawer and pick out a rock slightly larger than a raisin and broke it in half then mixed it with numbing lube and shove both in Jason’s ass one after the other without him knowing. Jason endure the burn for a minute or so but not only it didn't feel like the burn would ever stop. His body is heating up for some reason. His face feels warm too. He moved the pillow aside and was expecting to see Brad in between his legs but instead he saw Brad standing up holding on to his dick, pressing the head of his dick into him. He honestly thought that was Brad’s tongue. He got worried and tried to stop Brad once more. “Hey man….I don't know what this” Jason said "Don't you know how wet your hole gets? It only gets like this when it is hungry. Just listen” Brad said and began pressing part of his dick head in and out of Jason's hole. He dosed Jason with a heavy one for this exact reason. He love to see a guy's hole being completely defenseless. He doesn't need to wait. He doesn't need to guide anyone through breathing exercise. He loves watching a top turning into a bottom slut for the first time. They always fight it mentally but their body just can't resist the cock that it is hungry for. He wanted to ask Brad about what's going on then to his surprise, he saw Brad grab onto his dick and focused on pressing it against Jason's hole. Jason wanter to tell Brad that's not his thing. He has never taken a dick before let alone a dick Brad's size. However, Jason's still trying to comprehend the whole body warming sensation that he has never felt before. Before he could put what's on his mind into words to stop Brad, he was surprised that his hole betrayed him. It opened up and let Brad's whole head in. It made a loud and moise soun. As soon as he gasped, Brad covered Jason's mouth with his left hand, putting all his weight on it to silence Jason and pushing Jason's head deeper into the pillow behind his head. “You're a natural. And your hole wants it. I didn't force my way into you. It opened wide for me on its own. It feels incredible, isn't it? And I know you've been wanting this or you wouldn't have prep your hole before coming here” Brad said as he thrust his rock hard dick in and out of Jason and watched Jason's pink ass lips moving in the opposite direction of his thrusting motion. Jason honestly didn't expect this. He is clean only because he does love making a submissive bottom deep rim his hole. He loves to make bottom do anything he wants. That's what he had thought about doing to Brad if things allowed him to progress that quickly. Here he is. Overwhelmed by all the new sensation of pleasure he has never experienced before. His found himself matching Brad's every pelvis thrust. Wanting his dick to reach deeper. Brad noticed it then intentionally slow down his pounding because he knew this was the opportunity that he was looking for. He stop covering Jason's mouth “Oh….it felt great, doesn't it? Do you want more? If you do, I need to hear you beg for it” Brad said Jason hesitated at first and said "fuck me” Brad reached out and pinch and twisted Jason's nipples "was I supposed to respond to that? I think you should beg better than that. After all…. You wanted to take care my hard cock, didn't you?” "Ahhhhh….yes. Please…. please fuck me" Jason said and noticed his cock was rock hard and leaking precum when he said it “Are you willing to be my cum dump from this day on? And let me fill you up?" Brad asked “yes…yes please just fuck me now. Hard. Please" Brad suddenly picked up the pace and grab onto Jason's thighs and pulled him closer with every thrust forward. Jason moaned and gasped. He felt that his cock was about to cum again but he couldn't quite vocalize it. After about 2 min Jason's dick shot out a surprise load of cum into his own mouth as he was moaning. Brad thought that was so hot and soon after Brad grunted and held his dick deep in Jason and released his hot cum all in Jason's ass then collapsed onto him and gave him a good kiss Brad can't wait to tell Luke all about it.

Chapter 14 The tongue left the married guys hole and it felt like that part of him was going to explode. The voice behind him said “ Hold Still “. He felt a cool metallic feeling at the entrance to his ass. The Married guy push back to feel more of this new and great sensation. The guy let the head of his cock pop into the ass in front of him. The Married guy had no idea that this was the cock that was in the Kid earlier, the guy with the new Bio-hazard tattoo on him was now splitting open his hole. The Guy popped it in and out a couple times to get the hole ready for the next part. At the same time the guy in front of him put his cock back in the Married guy’s mouth and stared slowly pumping short strokes. Not quite to the point of gagging him but getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. The guy behind him pulled out and reminded him to hold still. He reached not his shorts and pulled out a permanent parker. He said “ I wanted to try this all night but didn’t think I would get a chance to do this “. He opened it up and knelt down behind the Married guy. He licked the tender hole a couple times. The sent electric shivers through the married guy’s body. The guy that was attached to the cock in his mouth reached under the Married guy and began to play with his nipples. He was rubbing and pinching them. The Married guy could never remember that part of his body so alive. He felt a tingly sensation on his ass cheek and then the other one. The Guy behind him was writing something on his ass. Between this, the nipple play and the chems he was in sensory overload and couldn’t stay still. He remembered when he was younger, and would do this to women and felt jealous that a woman would get all this just so the guy could get in her. The guy behind him reached under and grabbed his shrunken cock and gave it a couple tugs. The Married guy jerked up with this and the cock that was in his mouth suddenly went balls deep. He couldn’t breath but there was no gaging, just pleasure knowing he was able to do this. The guy behind him blew a couple breaths on the butt cheeks and stepped back to admire his work. On the upper left cheek was the word ‘ SPUN ‘ , on the upper right cheek was the word ‘ SLUT ‘. On the mid left cheek the word ‘ CUNT ‘ with an arrow pointing to his hole. Wich now had a new name. Since this was permanent marker, it would be there for a while. Not only was the married guy a chem slut, now he had the branding to prove it. The guy stood up and put the head of his pierced cock against the red swollen cunt of the Married guy and pushed about half of his cock up into him. All you cold hear from the married guy was an ‘ umpffff ‘ sound around the cock that was in his mouth. The Bio-Hazzard guy asked the Married guy “ You want my babymaker up your cunt slut “ ? The married guy mumbled “ ahhhaa “ . The Bo-Hazzard guy said “ I am going to impregnate you bitch “. He pulled out and looked at the gaping hole and had an idea. He took out his baggie, there wasn’t much in there anymore but there was some ground up Tina. He poured it in the Married guys gaping hole. He pushed it inside the hole with his cock. The guy in the Married guy’s mouth pulled out for a minute. He wanted to hear the reaction to what he just saw. The Married guy said “ Ohhh, That feels so good, I really need it “ The burning heat of the Meth hadn’t hit the Married guy’s brain yet. The one guy started to put his cock back in the mouth of the Married guy what all of a sudden his eyes opened wide an d he squealed “ Fuck, that burns, take your cock out it is burning me “ ! He remembered that burning earlier but this was a lot more intense. The Bio-Hazzard guy chuckled and said “ That isn’t my cock, it is the Tina I put in there “. The Married guy questioned “ Tina “ ? The One guy that was about to plug is cock back into the Married guy’s mouth said “ You know, Meth, drugs “ ? The Marred guy said “ but I don’t do drugs “. The guy pushed his cock back into the Married guy’s mouth and kept pinching his nipples. At the same time saying “ Well, you are tonight “. “ This is at least your second time with Tina up our new Cunt hole “. The Burning was staring to subside and the Married guy was really enjoying the action he was getting. The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ .

Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.

Thank you sexy, My hole was so wet and sloppy

Because we're animals We enjoy nasty filthy sloppy piggy sex And I love having my cock covered with other men's spunk

You were raised right.

I didn't realize it either, but your post got me curious so I looked it up. They were approved for use (for precocious puberty) in the mid-90s and were very quickly adopted for use in gender supportive therapy. The long term effects of the treatment haven't been studied much (as the article I read mentioned, manufacturers don't want to spend money on it because it's "a political hot potato"). Inasmuch as they have been (with the earliest patients now in their 40s), they do not appear to have frequent long-term negative effects [my paraphrase]. Personal sovereignty is a core value of mine for certain, and has been for as long as I can remember. I believe we need a constitutional amendment or three on the topic...

Awesome start! Cant wait to read more!

Sounds like what I would do. Still need to convert though.

I deffo love it ... no regrets even though was accidental ... if I was neg today for sure I'd be chasing ..

I had a similar first experience to you. I was also 14 (just) and he was mid 30s. He took it slow. We were both naked and he made me get up close and get a good look at his hard cock. During my first proper lesson he told me he wasn’t going to ram his whole cock down my throat but it was important for me to get used to the smell and taste of his cock and most importantly the taste of his sperm. I sucked him for about 10 minutes before he shot his load in my mouth. I choked and most went down my chin but I swallowed as much as I could. Like you, he trained me well and after a few weeks I was taking his cock in my mouth up to his balls - and all his loads.

There is a bar in Amsterdam called Dirty Dicks and they have a tub in the back room where you can just wallow and get pissed on by anyone who comes in. I'm not sure how many guys pissed on me during my time in the tub but I reeked of pissing walking back to the hotel.

There is responsibility of both the bottom AND top to be educated, trained, and ready for anal sex with large penises. That includes physically AND mentally. I have the privilege of having a friend and fuck-buddy with a true 12"x8" cock. And he knows how to use his cock properly. He shared a story with me that when he had begun topping, the bottoms had trouble taking him. He finally had a older, wise bottom who explained that he, as the top, needs to understand the workings of the bottom. That bottom told him to read the book "Anal Pleasure and Health" by Dr. Morin. Once he understood the physiology, he was able to adjust his technique and work WITH bottoms. Even though I hadn't read it, yet, he talked me through what to do. He was able to tell with his cock when he was at certain points in my anatomy and would pause or pull back or change angle and tell me how to relax and what was going on. I, too, read the book and finally understood my own anatomy. As bottoms we are lucky that we can practice with dildos and I learned the depth of my "second hole" and how the sensations are surprisingly different beyond that. At first, my body would react that it is pain, but as I learned that no damage was being done (when it is done correctly), I was able to even relax further and enjoy that different sensation. I know that at a certain point, a specific angle is best to get past that. I'm still working with my body to adjust to the "other" angle. I'm not going to call it the "wrong" angle because I just need to teach myself how to relax and stretch that particular angle. Those are involuntary muscles that we can learn to voluntarily control with practice and training. It's not like relaxing your skeletal muscles but learning how to relax your internal muscles. It took a lot of time and patience for me to learn that. Many tops may not have the patience in the heat of the moment, so practicing on your own with a dildo is a great option. For me, the only way to learn how to relax those muscles is to "touch" that muscle with a dildo; gently at first so my brain can figure out how to relax it. Mentally, you have to be able to trust the top AND yourself. And when that moment past the "second hole" when the sensations change, not to panic but to continue to relax and trust yourself and the top. BTW, my friend has moved across country. We keep in touch but I do miss him. When I know he may be visiting, I step up my training and bring out the bigger dildos! [It's also helped me be a better top, too. Even though I'm bigger than average, I'm not a monster cock. But, I do come across bottoms with second holes that are not very deep, or a bottom that is not experienced. So, I know what they are experiencing and I can pace myself accordingly and talk them through it.]

@nymidtowneast Thanks for the first comment. I really appreciate it. Hopefully this next chapter will give you a taste of what's to come. @pozpopperpig well, if you know my stories... its going to be fun... @Cumboi Hopefully, this next chapter will be enough to hold you over until I can finish the next chapter. @ErikRaw My pleasure. Glad you enjoy it! @marcus1969 Thanks for the reply! @shinelover Glad your enjoy it so far! @Falls727 Hopefully the next chapter will do more than that for you 😉 @negchaserlooking I don't think even I know, and I'm the author lol. But I'm sure we will all enjoy the ride. @MuslDadOC Oh, it's going to be an interesting event, to be sure. I think everyone will like what I have planned there. Here's the next chapter. I'm still proofing the 3rd and 4th chapters, and have the next few at least mapped out. Still working on the other story, mind you, but hopefully this will tide everyone over until I can get that one out. Still have at least two more chapters to go on it. Anyways, enjoy! --- Lesson 2: The Power of Letting Go I watched on as Mike set the whip down on a table near the cross, and walked over to the tall humidor and pulled out two rather large cigars and prepared to get them lit. Slowly he brought the first one to life, puffing repeatedly until a large cloud of smoke was erupting from his mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he walked over to Greg and put the lit cigar in the corner of his mouth, followed by shackling his remaining free hand. “Fuck yeah babe,” Mike said, now bringing the remaining unlit cigar in his mouth and puffing it to life, “You ready to get flogged?” Greg let out an appreciative moan around his cigar, letting out a cloud of smoke in its wake. Walking over to cross, Mike moved the cigar to the corner of his mouth and picked the whip back up from the table. With a nod of his head, Mike gestured for me to get closer to watch. I stepped closer, watching as Mike suddenly cracked the multi-tasseled whip across Greg’s ass, immediately eliciting a loud groan. I felt my cock jump at the sound in the confines of the white jockstrap I put on. I stood there taking in the sight as Mike smacked Greg’s ass several more times, both of them puffing on their cigars in between strikes. Unable to take it any longer, I reached into the jock and began to slowly work my cock, as I slowly moved my left hand across my chest before slowly starting to pinch my right nipple. “Fuck yeah, boy,” Mike said, grinning around the large cigar as he looked over at me as I slowly began to feel myself up at the scene, “Liking what you see so far?” “It’s really hot,” I said in agreement, pinching my nipple even harder, letting myself get lost in the scene in front of me. Mike’s only reply was and even harder smack across Greg’s ass, causing him to groan even louder. “Smack that ass even harder,” Greg groaned aloud, puffing hard on his cigar before moving his ass back even farther. “Yeah, you fucking love it don’t you, pig?” Mike asked, suddenly giving three hard smacks in succession. Greg gave a groan in appreciation, as Mike pulled the cigar out of his mouth, gesturing with it at the scene in front of us. “What do you think, boy,” he asked, giving his hard dick a few long tugs, “Ready to give it a try?” I could only nod, unsure if I could even voice words with the amount of hormones rushing through my bloodstream. Walking over, I helped Mike unshackle Greg, and with my heart racing, I watched as Greg turned his head grabbing his cigar out of his mouth with his now free hand. Before I knew it, he grabbed my face and blew a huge cloud of smoke in it. Before I could react further, he locked lips and slowly forced his tongue into my mouth. I felt as Greg grabbed the back of my neck, his cigar butt rubbing against my skin as we both stood there, making out. As Mike finally released his other hand, I felt as he reached into my jock and slowly began to tug on my balls, working them in his hand while our tongues continued to slide against each other. Greg was the first to pull away as I felt Mike come up beside us, his hand slowly working a few fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly prodding the outside of my hole. Mike took a long pull on his cigar before exhaling in my face, and then we locked lips as well. “Fuck yeah,” Greg growled, giving my nuts a slight squeeze, making me let out an involuntary moan, “Gonna enjoy turning you into our dirty little sex pig.” After a few minutes of making out, Mike and I broke apart as I felt Greg tugging my hand out of my jockstrap, and pulled it up towards the shackle. I let him deftly strap my wrist in as Mike began doing the same with my other hand. Both occasionally puffed on their cigars, blowing the smoke towards me as they quietly worked. Satisfied I was fully shackled in, Greg walked over to the wall of whips and toys, and grabbed another nearly identical whip to the one Mike was using earlier. While Greg was doing that, Mike double checked the shackles, growling deeply with approval. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly running his hand down my back until he reached my ass, giving its a firm squeeze, “Got you chained up right where I want you. Gonna make those ass cheeks glow red.” Stepping back, he took another puff on his cigar as Greg walked up beside him. “You ready, pig boy?” Greg said, puffing on his cigar as well. Nervously, I just nodded and waited. And then I felt as first one asscheek and then the other were smacked, leaving a slight sting where each of the whips came in contact with my skin. The sensation cause me to take in a slight gasp, as well as my cock to twitch a little. “Nice,” Mike said, as he took another swing and connect with my right cheek, “Already a bit pink.” We stood there for several minutes, each man taking a turn smack one ash cheek then the other, as progressively each crack of the whip got harder and sharper. I began to moan as I let myself drift away mentally, enjoying the pain with each smack. The room was quickly filling with a haze and the cigar smoke floated in the air. Suddenly, one smack connected extra hard, causing me to yelp with the pain and shock of it. “Like that, fucker?” Greg asked, as another equally sharp smack hit the other side, again making me yelp, “Look how fucking red his ass is getting.” “Yeah, pig boy here must like the pain,” Mike laughed, before walking around and pointing the whip at my crotch, “He’s hard and the front of the jock is already soaking wet with his precum.” I felt several fast and hard smacks connect with ass, causing me to whimper slightly from the pain as I involuntarily flinched and tried to pull away. “Where do you think you’re going,” Mike asked while he laughed, pulling hard on his cigar before blowing it in my face, “You aren’t going anywhere. We got you right where we fucking want you.” “We got ourselves a nice slab of boy meat here,” Greg added, rubbing the whip between my thighs, “I can’t wait until we fuck you up and make you our personal fuck toy. Turn you into a brainless little fuck puppet that we can do whatever we want to.” I flinched away as a a massive wave of fear filled me as the reality of the situation hit me. I’m chained up essentially a random stranger’s basement, and nobody knowing where I was. I was at the mercy of these guys, and suddenly I felt panicked as every possible outcome race through my brain. The fear must shown on my face as Mike looked at me directly. The tone of the room changed suddenly and Mike looked over at Greg for a split second. Stepping closed, Mike stepped to behind me, grabbing my chin as he whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry boy, it’s all talk,” he said gently in my ear, his hand slowly moving up and down on my chest and stomach, “You’re safe here, and you can say stop at any time and go home. But we both hope you won’t. We got lots of plans for the entire summer. It’s your choice… do you want to keep going and see part of what we have planned?” I stood for a second and let out a few shaky breaths, forcing myself to calm down. Letting out a deep sigh, I nodded. “Good boy,” he said, before running his hand through my hair, before turning to Greg as he then moved his hand over my still stinging ass, gently rubbing it before he continued, “Looks like he’s ready to move to the sling. I call dibs on taking his butt cherry.” Reaching up, he began to unshackle my arms, causing the tension and fear in my chest to release. Gingerly, I pulled my arms down before twisting my body, looking down at my ass. Damn, I thought to myself as I took in the sight of my bright red and throbbing ass, they really did a number down there. Greg walked over to me, taking his half smoked cigar out of his mouth and began to make out with me, as Mike took both paddles and and put them back. I tasted the thick cigar smoke all over his tongue, letting myself relax as he suddenly pulled away and using my hair, pulled my head back, leaving my mouth gaping opening. Suddenly, I felt him spit into my open mouth, before he took a huge drag on his cigar and then went back into kissing me, forcing his cigar smoke into my mouth. Surprisingly, I found I really enjoyed it, enjoying the taste as our tongues intertwined. Finally he pulled away, and I let out a sigh, noticing some of the smoke on my breath. “Good boy,” he growled, “You like taking Daddy’s smoke, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said, very turned on as I nodded, “Thank you sir.” “Polite fucking pig, isn’t he,” Mike said, standing over near the sling as he motioned for me to get in. Having never been in a sling before, I failed the first two tries to get it, before finally getting the hang of it with some help from the both of them. Slowly adjusting myself to get more comfortable, I was inwardly glad there weren’t any restraints on the sling after my minor panic attack at the cross. Greg came to stand next to my head as Mike went over to the wall, looking at the different dildos, before deciding on one that was just a bit smaller than his cock, but somehow still large enough to make me nervous. I looked up as Greg opened up his bottle of poppers, taking a few sniffs of the bottle before letting out a content sign. “That fucking better,” he growled, tipping his head back as he closed his eyes, clearly content. Having heard of the poppers, but never trying them before, I was a bit curious as to what they were like. Apparently, I was about to find out as Greg set his cigar back in the corner of his jaw, and began to hand me the bottle. “Ever done poppers, boy?” he asked, as I grabbed the bottle from him. “No, I mean, I know of them, and I know it makes sex fucking wild, but never had a chance to try them,” I answered, as I began to mime what I had seen both of them do. “Go ahead and pinch off one side of your nose with your thumb there, and I want to you to take a deep sniff or two in each nostril,” he said, coaching me through it as he slowly stroked is cock. I did as he said, watching as Mike came over with he dildo and some lube, as well as dragging a stool behind him. I didn’t feel anything at first as I watched Mike take a seat at my ass, and then, a wave of warmth spread across my face, making me feel flush as I felt my heart start to race. The feeling was intense, and after handing back the bottle to Greg, I sat there in the sling, enjoying the rush. “Good fucking poppers, aren’t they,” Mike asked, slowly coating my asshole with the cool lube, “Greg and I picked up quite a few on our last trip to Berlin.” I could only grin stupidly and nod as I felt myself floating on the high. “You ready?” Mike asked, slowly pressing the head of the gleaming black dildo up against my hole. “Oh, fuck,” I blurted out loud, feeling the pressure at my asshole. “Babe, get him fucked up on the poppers while I break in his hole and stretch him out,” Mike said, rubbing my cock and balls as I pulled away slightly at the sudden intrusion at my ass. I laid there gripping the chains of the sling as Greg held the bottle to my nose, having me take 4 deep sniffs in each nostril. Satisfied, he closed the bottle back up and watched as his husband slowly began to press the dildo harder against my hole. I was about to tell him we’d have to quit when I finally felt the head of the toy suddenly breach my opening. The sudden stretching of my assails caused me to let out a loud, pained groan as Mike slowly worked the large black toy deeper and deeper into my ass, occasionally looking up and me with a grin and nodding as it slowly breached my guts. “Good boy,” he said, rubbing his free hand across my flat stomach, “Good fucking boy. Let your daddies stretch that ass out so we can breed it later. Fill you up with a few nice loads of dirty bear cum in those virgin guts. You want that, don’t you baby?” The poppers having taken full effect left me too far gone to speak, only leaving me with enough brain power to nod. The pain in my ass slowly switched over to a pleasant fullness as the head of the dildo began to slide past my prostate. “Oooooh fuck,” I groaned, feeling as the dildo occasionally was pulled back before being driven back in again. I looked up and watched as Greg slowly smoked his cigar, enjoying the feeling as he slowly began to pinch and twist my nipples. “Ah…. Oh god,” I gasped, feeling as the base off the toy hit my taint, finally worked deep in my guts, “Oh fuck, it’s so fucking deep.” “Yeah, fucker,” Greg said, blowing his smoke down at me as he continued to stroke his hard cock, “Take that toy deep in you. So fucking hot seeing your young jock hole get destroyed. We are going to get those guts nice and stretched out for all the cum we’re gonna dump in you.” “Shiiiit,” I groaned again as I felt Mike jiggle the toy around before slowly pulling it back to the entrance of my hole. The sensation caused my legs to shudder for a short while, as I felt my ass grip down on the toy. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly reached down and after pulling out my dick from the confines of the jock, started slowly jacking off. “Yeah,” Mike growled, “You like feeling your virgin hole get stretched, don’t you boy? You’re gonna be a good boy and let us do whatever we want? Let us fill you up with our dirty bear cum until its leaking out?” “Oh, fuck… yes…. Fuuuuck,” I groaned, as he began working the toy in and out of my hole, “Whatever you want.” For a while, Mike continued to slowly fuck my ass with the large toy, as Greg continued to pinch and work my nipples, both of them covering my body with cigar smoke. As I got more used to the sheer size and length of the dildo, I laid back and slowly stroked my cock, enjoying the stretch. Finally, after what felt like like forever but was likely just 10 minutes, Mike pulled the dildo out, with a dull pop. Grinning, he laid it on my stomach. “Fuck yeah, thats how deep it was inside you,” he said, rubbing his hand on my stomach along side the toy. “Holy shit…” I replied, my voice quivering as I slowly got used to the empty feeling in my ass. “Hey babe,” Greg said suddenly, getting up and walking over to one of the tool boxes, “Since you get his ass cherry, mind if I take his cock cherry?” Confused, I looked at Mike. My mind tried to figure out what he meant, seeing as I was definitely not a virgin in terms of penetrating someone. “Fuck yeah, if you think he’s ready. You’re gonna love this, slut,” Mike said, grinning before he got up and moved towards my head. Slowly, he took the cigar out of his mouth and began to rub it on my left nipple. “Open up your mouth for a second, pig,” he said, as Greg continued to rummage around. I complied with his request, and slowly he let a long line of drool out into my mouth before he put his nearly finished cigar in my mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I closed my lips around the cigar, unfamiliar with the sensation. “Fuck that’s a hot look,” Greg said grinning around his cigar, as he walked up to my ass with several long and curved metal rods and a tube of lube. Mike quickly walked away, making his way over to the humidor and pulling out another two cigars as well as an ash tray. Walking back up to me, he set the ashtray on my chest, effectively using me as a table, while Greg began to cover the smallest of the rods with lube. “Extra hundred for you tonight if you finish both of our cigars, boy,” Mike said, before sticking the first cigar in his mouth and lighting it. I sat there for a second contemplating it before deciding to do what he asked. Having never smoked before, I felt a bit weird doing it, but I decided to follow their lead and took a few puffs on the cigar. I was surprised at the taste, amazed that it tasted better or at least different than it smelled. After a few puffs, I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, turning my attention to what Greg was doing. “What’s that?” I asked, watching as he covered the rod with the lube, ensuring that it was fully covered. “Well, since Mike gets first crack at breeding the prime unused hole, I figured I deserve to take one of your other cherries,” he began to explain, grabbing onto my dick suddenly, suddenly rubbing the length of the rod along my dick hole, “This is whats called a urethral sound. I’m gonna break open your dick cherry and fuck you nice and deep with these sounds until you shoot your load.” I paused for a second. There’s no fucking way thats gonna work, I thought to myself, trying to wrap my head around what Greg had just told me. “Don’t worry, boy,” Mike assured me, reaching over me and grabbing Greg’s cigar out of his mouth and placing it in the ashtray, before replacing it with the freshly lit one, “Greg is a professional at this. I thought the same thing the first time as well. But trust me, you’re gonna love it.” I sat there for a second, contemplating if it was time to stop. But as I felt him slowly start to stroke my dick, my hormones got the better of me and decided to just sit back and enjoy the ride. “Fine,” I sighed, “As long as you know what your doing I guess.” Resigned and just a tiny bit darkly curious, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and watched Greg as he continued to tease the opening of my dick with the cold metal rod. “Babe, wanna give him a few hits off the poppers?” Greg asked, not looking up as he gently pressed the tip of the metal to my cock hole. Silently, Mike grabbed the bottle of poppers out of his harness, opened them and put the opening to my nose as I instinctively pressed my thumb against one of my nostrils and sniffed deeply. Looking up at me, Greg gave me a huge grin, waiting as the poppers did their job. “Ready, fucker?” he asked, and not waiting for the answer, slowly began to push the rod into my pisshole. The sensation of the thin cold metal rod inside my cock was intense, causing me to groan immediately. I watched in fascination as the rod slowly worked down into my dick, and I could feel every twist of the metal as Greg worked the rod further and further down. “Yeah, babe, stretch out the pig’s pisshole,” Mike growled, lighting his cigar now before walking away to the tool box as well. I only vaguely registered Mike leaving as nearly al my attention was on the scene before me, as Greg began to work the metal rod deftly in and out of my urethra. The sensation felt amazing and alien at the same time. Eventually, Mike returned, with what looked like two suction cups and what looked like a hand pump. I began to puff on the cigar as Greg continued to do what I could only describe as fuck my cock with the metal probe, while Mike placed each suction cup over my nipples and began to pump the air out, effectively obscenely sucking out my nipples to fill each cup. Satisfied, Mike flicked each cup, checking the seal before moving back to my head, slowly stroking his cock as he watched as Greg pulled out the metal rod. “How was that?” Greg asked, as he began to lube up a thicker rod, “Ready for more?” To enraptured at the scene before me, and with the large cigar in my mouth that I was now puffing regularly on, I could only nod. “Go ahead and grab your cock so you can feel me shoving it in you,” Greg said with a smile, as he pressed the tip of the rod at my dick’s opening. I let go of one of the chains I hadn’t realized I was hanging onto tightly and gently wrapped my hand around my dick, firmly holding it in place. “Yeah, feel that fucking rod stretch out your piss tube,” Greg said, as I could indeed feel the metal rod slowly go deeper and deeper into my dick before stopping half way, “Want me to go deeper?” Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I groaned, feeling the metal rod against my fingers, deep inside my dick. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned, giving my dick a slight tug, feeling how the my urethra conformed to the metal around it. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper, until finally only the tip remained. Finally he let go of the rod, and we all watched as it slowly began to work itself out of my cock. Greg began to gently tap and press the rod back down. “Oh fuck, keep doing that,” I groaned around the cigar, loving the sensation it was giving me. Greg grinned down at me as he continued to tap and slide the rod in and out of my cock. “Yeah, you like that?” he asked slowly jacking his cock as he watch on. “Oh god, yes, keep doing that,” I said, my whole world narrowed down to the feeling of the metal rod fucking the inside of my dick as I puffed away on the nearly spent cigar. I felt as Mike pulled the nub of the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray, before grabbing the other mostly smoked cigar and firmly planting it back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, pig,” Mike growled, jacking his cock and rubbing the tip of it in my hair and across my face, “You look so fucking hot smoking that cigar while that metal rod fucks the inside of your dick. Can’t wait until I get to paint the walls of your guts with our loads.” Greg continued to fuck the sound in and out of my dick, and after a few minutes, he began to move my hand up and down, jacking my self on the sound. “Yeah…. That sound is nice and deep in you,” he growled, holding it in place as I began to stroke myself, “Show your daddies how much you love it. Fucking take it.” This continued on for several minutes, with Greg asking how much I loved what he was doing, and Mike telling me how hot the scene was. I couldn’t help myself and started jacking off my dick rougher and rougher, telling them how fucking good it felt. Finally I felt the telltale feelings I was about to shoot my load. “Oh, fuck, I think I’m about to shoot,” I groaned, still jacking my cock hard as Greg continued to help push the rod back down inside my dick. I could see a small puddle of precut had already formed on my stomach, pooling easily around my abs. “Fuck yeah, shoot your load for us!” Mike and Greg said nearly in unison, as I began to jack myself off with reckless abandon. “Fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped, the feeling of humming building hard and fast deep in my dick, “I’m gonna fucking nut, shit…” Suddenly, I felt as my dick began to erupt, shooting with such force that half the rod shot up out of my dick, the first volley of cum squirting around it and onto my stomach. I continued to roughly jack my cock as Greg quickly pulled the rod out, as I continued to pump several more times, causing me to yell out wordlessly with each massive spurt. It took me a solid minute before I finally felt like I was done. I looked down, amazed at the amount of cum I had shot. My cock was covered, with a massive white puddle pooling on my abs. It was hands down the largest amount I’d ever produced. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, Greg then began to rub the end of it in the pool of my cum, coating it thickly before shoving it back into my mouth. “Fucking taste yourself on that cigar,” Greg said, before he and Mike began to do the same thing with theirs, scooping up the massive amount of cum. It reminded me of when I was a kid, after begging my parents for it, they’d break down and buy me one of those Fun Dips and I’d share it with my friends. Following their lead, I took the cigar back out of my mouth, scooping more of my cum onto the end of it before putting it back in my mouth, the salty and somewhat creamy flavor contrasting the taste of the cigar. The three of us grinned at each other as we slowly scooped up my spent load, sucking it off the end of our cigars until finally only a slick sheen of my spent land remained on my stomach. Finally, Greg broke the silence and picked the rod up and held it up vertically along side my still hard cock. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, grinning at me as I set the spent cigar out of my mouth and placed it in the ashtray, “Thats how deep it was inside you.” “Holy shit,” was the only thing I could think of as a reply. I was pleasantly shocked at the length, as I never imagined something so long would fit in there and actually feel good. I let out a small laugh as Greg stepped back and Mike took his place. “That was amazing,” I said, still riding the high of endorphins after summing so hard. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” Mike said, as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against my now wet and slightly stretched hole, giving me a wicked grin. “Now it’s our turn to cum.”

I can’t say why it started with me. I became obsessed with taking undetectable loads, and did that for a while. But of late I want to take loads from detectable guys, the whole poz play. Hasn’t happened yet. But I’m definitely concerned where this is going to take me. I’m on prep and will stay so.

Wish I was breeding that hole multiple times day and night for life

I’m all about the load. The fucking is fine (when it is). I’ll take a quickie with the load over a marathon fuck every time.

Chapter 9 The Handler took his meth covered finger and pushed it up the married guy’s ass. He stared twisting and turning his finger to make sure the drug would be packed in the married guy’s rectum. The Married guy said “ Oh, that finger feels really good, nice and warm “. He followed with “ My wife won’t even consider any anal play “. He stopped and his mouth opened and he said “ Oh shit ! that is burning my ass, really hot as hell”. He couldn’t figure out what it was burning so much. He had put stuff up his ass while jerking off and nothing felt this hot. He knew even though it was burring, that finger was hitting all the right places. He was caught between heaven and hell. That burning seemed to be spreading warmth to the rest of his lower body. For the moment he had forgotten that he was close to shooting in the Kids sloppy hole and held still so he could concentrate on the new sensations up his almost virgin ass. He was use to putting stuff up his own ass to help him get off but rarely have anyone else do that for him. His wife refused to do anything that had to do with the ass, either her’s or his. While sex was great when they were first married but in the years after she only wanted it once in a while and if she came first, Which was always the case, she was done and he would have to wait to get himself off. He was inventive and made his own anal toys. One of his favorites was a piece of electrical wire that be bent n the shape of a butt plug, the ends were long enough that one end would end up high near his belt look and the other end long enough and bent to go under taint an stop behind his nut sack. Both ends were curled up so that he wouldn’t get poked or cut. The he walked with this in the movement would create a teasing feeling in his ass and when he jerk off his nuts wood hit the wire and send shivers through his body. The handler looked at one of the guys that had deposited a load in the Kid and smiled. The guy walked up to the Kid and poked his cock into the Kids face and told him to get it wet. The Kid was parched and had trouble doing that so he grabbed the bottle that had the G in it and told him to take a drink and get to work. He sat the bottle down on the empty bench. The Kid started to lick and suck the cock that was pushed in his mouth. It wasn’t very clean and had a metallic taste to it. The Kid did as he was told and went to work getting the cock hard and wet, he wasn’t sure why the guy wanted it wet because his ass was a slimy mess and didn’t need anymore lube. The Handler seeing this took his finger out of the married guy’s ass and coated two fingers with the drug that was going to teach this married guy just how much fun he could have with the right people. He worked the two fingers into the married guys ass an the married guy said “ Ouch, take it easy. Damn, it is burning again”. He figured it was just the stretching that he was getting and that felt great. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on and in need of a good cum. The married guy felt the handler spiting on his ass crack to make those fingers slide easier and soon the stretching feeling was replaced with a very warm and strange feeling. The Handler reached in and tapped the guys prostate. Each time the married guy would moan, and his cock would twitch in the Kid’s ass. What he kid felt this he would gasp. Even though the Marred guy’s cock was on the smaller side to average it still felt good, the moving feeling was great and the Kid loved it. The guy that had his cock in the Kid’s mouth as wet and extremely hard. The Kid had him close to shooting another load of toxic cum. To the disappointment of the Kid he pulled his cock from his mouth and walked around behind the married guy who now was bent over the Kid so he cold present his ass for the Fingering. The Handler asked the married guy if he had even been fucked. The Married guy said “ Tried with a guy once but he blew his load in the condom before he got in him much”. The handler said “ Shame, it is a great feeling “. He moved so that his arms was over the Married guys’s back and was able to hold him in place. He pulled his fingers out of the tight ass and held the cheeks open.

Chapter 7 I slept till noon on Saturday. When I woke up my hand immediately went for my ass. I stared playing with the butt plug trying to pull it out. At first it caused some pain as that fucker was in there tight. My cock was dripping like crazy so I used some of my precum as lube for the plug. It took me awhile to loosen it up but I was finally able to pry it out. I’d never felt so empty. I ran my fingers around my ass lips; it felt so good. My cunt was still a little sore from all the pounding last night but it was worth it. I took a long hot shower and had a hard time leaving my puffy hole alone. I expected a lot of cum to escape but surprisingly little came out. I knew Abe had eaten some but I really figured there’d still be a lot left up there. Then something Greg had said about the cum being absorbed into my body hit me. Fuck there wasn’t much cum in my ass because it was now rewriting my DNA. I looked down at my cock and I was rock hard. Then it hit me, I’d only come once last night and that was early in the evening with Greg and Andrew. Damn! After the shower I felt human again. I was sore all over. It felt like I’d worked out at the gym hard yesterday and my muscles were telling me off. Well I guess I did have one hell of a workout. The rest of Saturday and Sunday I took it easy, giving my ass time to recover. I spent most of the time unpacking my apartment. My plan was to have Josh and Scotty come over next weekend for a sort of housewarming, I’m gay and soon to be poz, bottom cum whore, coming out party. Monday morning I was back at work wondering how awkward it was going to be seeing Andrew, my boss. An IM popped up in my computer around 11:30, it was from Andrew. ‘Please come see as soon as possible.’ I responded that I was on my way. I stopped by the bathroom first since I wasn’t sure how long I’d be with Andrew. I started peeing and the second it started to flow it felt like I was pissing razor blades. Fuck me! Looks like I picked up a little something extra Friday night. I was more nervous about seeing him now than I was when I went to take his poz cock. I knocked on his door and stuck my head in his office. “Hey, you wanted to see me?” “Hi Kevin, yes, come in and shut the door.” I took a seat in front of his desk. “So how are you? I expected we’d hear from you over the weekend, so when we didn’t I started to worry that maybe you were having second thoughts.” I smiled, “no, no believe me I had every intention of going back for a repeat performance but I kinda got a little sidetracked on the way home.” I went on to explain what happened to me at the bar. “Another seven loads! Fuck, you really are a true cum dump. How you feeling now?” “My ass is still a little sore but not too bad now. My cock on the other hand. I just went to the bathroom before I came in here and let’s just say it’s a safe bet that one of the guys from the bar gave me a little something extra in their cum.” He started laughing, “pissing glass huh?” “Don’t laugh it hurts like a motherfucker.” That just made him laugh harder. “I have the perfect doctor for you. He’ll take good care of you and I think you’ll like him. Let me make a call and see if I can get you an appointment.” “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” I went back to work and tried to avoid peeing as much as possible. Around 4:45 I received another IM from Andrew. ‘My office now.’ Thank god, hopefully he was able to get me an appointment. I walked into his office and there was already someone sitting in one of chairs. “Shut the door and have seat Kevin.” I did as instructed and got a closer look at the other guy. He was hot, about my age but taller. Short hair cut, clean shaven and appeared to have a pretty good body. “Kevin this Carl , I’m not sure if you’ve meet before or not. He’s the director of finance. He offered his hand and we shook. “Hi Carl, no I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Andrew addressed me and said, “Carl here has a little project that I think you’d be great for.” “Okay, of course, whatever you need, happy to help. “ “Kevin, do you trust me?” “Of course sir.” “Good, stand up and drop your pants.” What the fuck! “Ummm sir?” I was starting to panic. “Kevin don’t make me ask twice!” Fuck me. I slowly stood up and unbuckled my pants. I had my back to Carl and let my pants drop to the floor. I was wearing a jockstrap today since I loved the way it framed my ass. I heard a whistle behind me. “Nice jock son.” “Bend over and let Carl check out your cunt. I told him all about your weekend.” At this point I had no self esteem left so what the fuck. I bent over and spread my ass cheeks without being asked. Carl let out sharp intake of breath. “Damn how many loads did you say he took,” he asked Andrew as if I wasn’t in the room. “Thirteen.” Carl slowly ran his fingers over my puffy ass lips. “Fuck that’s beautiful.” There was suddenly a knock at the door I panicked reaching for my pants. “Leave them down!” I was commanded. Andrew got up from his desk and opened the door making sure to block me from the view of anybody outside the room. He let the stranger in and closed the door. I recognized the new guy as someone from accounting. I was pretty sure he was a young guy who worked for Carl. He was cute, young probably early twenties, very preppy looking. Carl told the guy to strip and he didn’t hesitate a second. Andrew turned to me and said, Kevin this here is Carl’s boy. You see how he didn’t even hesitate when given a command. I expect the same behavior from you in the future. Do you understand?” “Yes sir.” I could feel my cock starting to get hard. “Looks like he enjoys being told what to do,” Carl remarked seeing my jock expanding. He turned his attention to his employee, “boy, Kevin here picked up a little something Friday night while out being a whore and I want him to share it with you. Take out his cock and get it wet.” He pulled my growing dick out and started sucking me. “Kevin is that precum or puss?” “Pussy discharge sir. I’m pretty sure I have gono.” All the sudden the guy clamped down on my cock and went to town. Holy shit he could suck. Carl noticed and said, “I thought you’d like that boy. Don’t let him cum he needs to shoot that load up your pussy.” It didn’t take him long to have me rock hard. He dropped my cock, turned around and presented his ass to me. “Fuck him Kevin, make sure to plant your dirty load deep inside him.” Pretty soon I could feel I was getting close. I shoved in all the way and my cock exploded. It hurt like a son of a bitch. I slowly pulled out and the guy quickly got on his knees to clean me off. Carl and his boy thanked me and left the room. Andrew told me to get dressed and have a seat. “You did okay there not great but okay.” He handed me a piece of paper. “You have an appointment with my doctor, Dr. Manning Wednesday afternoon at 4pm.” Fuck I was going to have to wait two days to get any relief. “Now I know you’re in pain but you have a duty to share your bug. You’ll meet up with Carl’s boy here in my office tomorrow and Wednesday morning before work and tomorrow evening after work to give him more of your dirty cum. Now get out of here and have a good night. We’ll see you in the morning.” Tuesday and Wednesday went off without a hitch. I gave Carl’s boy three more loads but still have no clue what his name is although he seemed very grateful for my gift. I was getting ready to leave for my doctors appointment Wednesday afternoon when Andrew stopped by. “Now be sure to do whatever the good doc tells you. Trust me you’ll be in excellent hands.”