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Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

Sitting in the lounge at the airport I finally started thinking through all that had happened, and what would be coming next. There was no way I had not been infected, so that was definitely ahead of me. There was also no way I was going back to being a top, so infection aside, things were probably heading for a kaboom with my boyfriend. I felt excited by the first one, and strangely unemotional about the second. I didn’t much fancy thinking about the conversation to come though, so I took out my phone and started to have a look around for some options. Sure enough, Etsy and eBay between them offered me what I needed, so before I boarded I had taken the first steps in changing up my look a little with orders for some seriously huge silver chains. I also took the plunge and bought a carton of cigarettes at the duty free, deciding that I was going to be free in all senses. Deciding not to delay things, I just blurted it all out to my boyfriend when I got home, and I suppose it made things easier that he chose to grab some of his stuff and leave rather than ordering me out. I was paying the lion’s share of the mortgage, but still might have expected to be the one out on the street given what I had done. I also chose to confide in a friend to give my side of the story before things got out, and then set about preparing for what was to come by buying in various medicines. Sure enough, two days later I woke up feeling like death, and endured a week of flu as I converted. A quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the result. Things did of course fall apart on several fronts. The work done in Athens garnered me a promotion and pay rise so I could afford the mortgage on my own, but my ex-boyfriend saw to the end of a lot of our mutual friendships from my side at least. My own friends were mostly either absent or annoyingly ‘concerned’ about me, but in time it settled down so that I was left with a smaller social group of those who either could not care less or were perhaps themselves a bit more drawn to the kinkier side of life. I decided to stay off meds for a while, enjoying my freedom and offering my gift to others who sought it. Then, about a year later, as I was about to go to bed one night I was startled by a rapping on the door. When I opened it my ex was standing there, with a strange expression on his face. Without speaking I motioned him inside, and he made a beeline for the drinks cabinet and poured himself a whisky. I just stood and watched him as he downed the glass and then poured another. “I need you to poz me” he eventually said. “You do?” I asked. “Yes” he replied. “I need you to poz me, and make me yours again.” I stared at him for a moment, a little unsure what to do, but also feeling something inside that surprised me. I missed him and wanted him back, I realised, but I knew things had changed. “I’m versatile, I need more than one cock to satisfy me, and that’s not going to change” I said. “I know” he replied. “I can be verse, and we can be open.” “We can?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “Yes” he said. “I think I need to be fucked by other guys too, but I want us to be a thing again.” “A thing?” I asked. “I love you” he said. “I fucking hated you for cheating on me and getting yourself infected, but I think I understand now because I need it too.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want to be free, like you.” And so it was that, not too long after, I pushed my unmedicated poz cock between my boyfriend’s perky ebony buttcheeks and slid inside him. A couple of hours later I made him prove his versatility by fucking me, before I added a second load to his hole. The next night I made him prove his willingness to share and be shared, as we headed to Hampstead Heath and took everything that came our way. Over the course of the weeks it took to finally gift him, he never wavered and we instead fell right back in love with the true versions of one another. He cried happy tears when his test result came back, and I could not help but join in too. This was never the happy ending I had expected, but it’s funny how these things work out. The waiter had freed not only me but eventually the man it turned out I loved too, and we are now happier than we ever were before. Indeed, I am planning to propose and make it official, and have booked us tickets to Athens so that I can do it there. It just so happens I have managed to rent the same apartment I had before, and the waiter is looking forward to seeing me again and meeting my man. It’s going to be a fab and life-changing holiday, and I cannot wait…

Had 3 loads in a darkroom Saturday night and went to a sauna on Sunday and managed 6 more and one from a random used condom fucked into me too. Mostly took it all in the darkroom and one guy in a cubicle who took the used condom out the bin and squeezed the load into my hole before fucking and breeding me with lots of sleazy talk. I may try another sauna visit in a few days to get more

To say my boyfriend was not best pleased about me suddenly having to go to Athens is putting it mildly. Two whole weeks, straddling the weekend we were already supposed to be going to his cousin’s wedding in Ireland. There was no way I could get out of it given the importance of this job for my company, and with the wedding on the Friday when I now knew I would have to be presenting the work to the Greek communications minister himself, any hopes of me being able to jet over to Cork for that part at least were dashed. My boyfriend was also not going to be able to join me in Athens at all, given the commitments in Ireland over the long weekend and his own work pressures outside of that. Still, he was decidedly pissed off with me, and I left under something of a cloud for the late night flight from Heathrow. I had been put up in an OK apartment over a restaurant, with a small balcony off the bedroom over a back alley. I got there in the early hours and just crashed out in bed, and had then struggled through the first day of client meetings on only a few hours sleep. Fortunately I had been able to get back to the apartment not too late for a sleep, after which I realised I was ravenous having had little food all day. I just went downstairs to eat, figuring I would sort myself out properly with some provisions from a supermarket at some point. The restaurant was fine, but it was the waiter who got my attention. I am pretty tall at 6’2”, but he had at least another two inches over me. He was massively muscular, with a shaved head and jet black facial hair. Tattoos covered his arms and neck, and he was adorned with huge silver chains around his wrists and neck, along with massively thick silver hoop earrings. But, on top of the striking appearance, it was the way that he looked at me that got my heart pounding. From when he was taking my order and making me feel very small and meek, to the number of times I caught him leering in my direction, I felt like I was an item of prey being singled out by a predator. It was disconcerting but massively exhilarating. My boyfriend was such a submissive bottom in the bedroom that I had let that side of myself lie dormant for the four years we had been together, but with this Athenian stud boring into me with his gaze, my pulse was racing with excitement. After I had finished and paid, I decided that I would see if there was a supermarket still open somewhere to get in stuff for breakfast, so first headed for the small single toilet at the back of the restaurant rather than bothering to go back upstairs to use the bathroom. However, when I emerged the waiter was standing by the open back door out into the alley, just lighting up a cigarette. He glanced in my direction and then offered me one, which I found myself accepting even though I had quit several years ago. He gestured for me to step out into the alley, and then the door closed behind us. I got a little light headed from the first couple of puffs of the cigarette, which must have shown as the waiter was smirking at me. I felt myself go red under his gaze, which got a laugh out of him. “Come” he said, lightly pushing me up the alley a little. He then steered me into a sort of fenced-off pen for large bins, completely out of sight of everything else. I could feel myself shaking, and took a few more deep puffs of the cigarette to try to calm down. I did not know what this was, but the danger was evident and yet I was doing nothing to get myself out of it. “I want fuck you” the waiter said in broken English. “Show me your bottom.” A sensible man would have fled, but something about this situation had got me fired up. Back when I had been more versatile I had enjoyed tops taking control, and in this moment the years of suppressing that side of me were over. With barely a second thought, I turned around, undid my jeans, and pushed them and my boxer briefs down. With a gentle push on my back from the waiter, I bent forward and rested my arms on one of the bins. With my heart pounding and my breath ragged, I felt his fingers touching my hole, and then the unmistakable wet softness of his tongue making contact. I moaned as he gave me my first rim job in years, any doubts or guilt about cheating on my boyfriend were somehow silenced. The waiter’s tongue was replaced with his fingers, this time pushing in a bit. I relaxed to let him in, my hole at least having had some workout over the years from the dildo I used when I was jerking off alone. However, when the waiter pressed his cock against me I immediately knew this was going to be something else altogether as, despite not having seen it yet, I could tell it was huge. Still, I pushed out and tried to relax as best I could, allowing him to gain entry and then slowly, thrillingly, push himself entirely into me. Only once I felt his body pressed against his buttocks did I breathe out, and then took slow gulps of air as I tried to adjust to the mammoth member buried in me. He waited for a minute or two, and then began to slowly pull out and push back in. I could not help but moan in pleasure as he began to fuck, so totally turned on by the depravity of being taken in a back alley by a man I did not know. The fact that he was in me raw only added to the exhilaration. He fucked me pretty hard, and soon accelerated to a ridiculous pace as he neared orgasm. Then, with a roar (the first utterance he had made since telling me to show him my arse), he slammed in and held in place as his dick throbbed inside me. I was being bred in a back alley, and it was fucking awesome. Then, without any ado, he withdrew and I heard him pulling up his own trousers. I reached down for my own jeans and pulled them up, before turning round to see him lighting up another two cigarettes. He handed one to me, and then took a deep puff of his own one. “You stay above?” he asked, pointing up at the apartments on top of the restaurant. “Yes” I croaked. “For two weeks.” “OK” he said. “I fuck you here every night then.” This was not a suggestion or request, that much I could tell, so I just nodded. He then took a couple more deep puffs of his cigarette, flicked the butt out into the alley, and then turned and walked out of the bin pen. I heard the back door of the restaurant slam shut a moment later. I just stood there in a daze, feeling his cum dripping out of me, and smoked the cigarette he had given me. Then I stubbed it out on the side of one of the bins, dropped the butt inside the metal container, and slowly made my way out of the pen and round to my apartment. There was no supermarket visit.

02 CARLO The awards ceremony at that restaurant was a complete bore. I sat at the table, listening to endless speeches about cuisine and gastronomic excellence, when what I really wanted was to be home, away from that artificial atmosphere. I wasn’t a restaurant critic, nor a social event reporter. What I really wanted to do was cover serious news, investigate the criminal gangs that infested Sicily like a plague. But apparently someone inside the newspaper was trying to boycott my work. I knew I was bothering the criminals, so I had to keep investigating. But not everyone was happy about it. When I finally managed to leave the restaurant, the night was already dark and the streets were almost deserted. I walked quickly, with my hands stuffed in my coat pockets, trying to ignore the cold that was biting my skin. My mind was still busy with the stories I wanted to write, the denunciations that needed to be made. Sicily was not only a place of beauty and tradition; It was also a place of shadows, where crime hid behind respectable facades. And I was determined to expose it, no matter the cost. It was then that I felt that strong hand pressing a piece of cloth against my nose. The smell of the liquid was strong, almost suffocating, and I immediately realized what was happening. I tried to struggle, but the man was too strong. He held my body as if I were a rag doll, with no chance of escape. My arms and legs felt like they weighed tons, and each movement was more difficult than the last. “There’s no point in fighting,” I heard a low voice say, but I couldn’t see the speaker’s face. The darkness of the street seemed to swallow everything around me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The liquid in the cloth began to take effect, and soon my consciousness began to wander. My thoughts became confused, as if they were floating in a sea of fog. The last thing I thought before I passed out was that my fiancée would be worried when I didn’t come home. She always waited for me, even when I arrived late. She said she couldn’t sleep until she was sure I was safe. Now, I had no way to warn her, no way to explain what had happened. When I woke up, I was in a dark, cold place. My head ached, and the taste of the liquid was still in my mouth, bitter and sickening. I tried to move, but realized that I was tied to a chair, my hands and feet bound by thick ropes. The light was dim, coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, and the air was filled with a musty, damp smell. “Is anyone there?” I shouted, but my voice echoed in the void, unanswered. I stood there, trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew my work had upset powerful people, but I never imagined it would go this far. Sicily was a dangerous place, but I had always believed that words had power, that the truth could prevail. Now, it seemed I had underestimated the lengths they were willing to go to in order to silence someone like me. Time passed slowly, and I had no way of knowing if it was hours or minutes. Every sound made me shiver, every shadow seemed to move. I knew I was not alone, that someone was watching, waiting for the right moment to act. But who? And what did they want from me? When I finally heard footsteps approaching, my heart raced. The door opened, and a man walked in. He was tall, with an impassive face and eyes that seemed to see nothing but an object, not a person. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying. “Now you’re going to pay for it.” I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He stepped closer, and I felt fear creep up my spine. I knew what was coming wouldn’t be good, but I also knew I couldn’t give up. There were still stories to tell, truths to expose. And as long as I was alive, I would keep fighting for them. But at that moment, all I could do was wait. Wait and try to hold on to the hope that somehow I would find a way out of there. Because deep down, I knew my fiancée wouldn’t give up looking for me. And as long as she was out there, I still had a chance. Those criminals would pay for what they were doing. The man came closer and held my chin firmly, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. His grip was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the fear that surged through my veins. The room was cold, the only light coming from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling, casting harsh shadows across the cinder block walls. The smell of stale cigarettes and fear hung heavy in the air, a potent mix that made it hard to breathe. My heart thundered in my chest, and the ropes bit into my wrists, a painful reminder of my predicament. "You're Carlo, right?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. I nodded, not trusting my voice to betray my fear. "Good, good," he said, his eyes studying me intently. "You've been causing quite a stir with the Cosa Nostra." My heart sank. I had hoped it was just a random mugging, a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. The group Cosa Nostra didn't play games. They had a reason for taking me, and it wasn't going to be pretty. The man's grip on my chin tightened for a moment before he let go. I felt a brief sense of relief, but it was quickly replaced by a new form of terror as he began to untie the ropes that bound me to the chair. My arms and legs remained bound, but suddenly, the chair was no longer part of my prison. He pulled me to my feet, and I stumbled, my legs wobbly from the sudden rush of blood. "I’m Tony Mancini," he said, holding out a hand as if we were at a cocktail party. "And you, my friend, are in a world of trouble." The fear grew colder, wrapping itself around my spine like a serpent. If Tony Mancini was here, it meant the situation was dire. He was notorious for his brutality, a man who didn't just take things; he liked to break them first. He stepped back, allowing me to see him fully. He was tall, with dark hair slicked back from a sharp widow's peak. His eyes were cold, like chips of ice in a winter's grip. I knew that look. It was the look of a man who had seen too much, a man who enjoyed the power he held over others. I tried to speak, to spit out defiance, but all that came out was a muffled sound. "Now, let's talk," he said, his smile never wavering. I took a deep breath and spat at him. "You're all going down," I said, my voice hoarse but steady. "You, your dad, the whole rotten lot of you." Tony's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting in the harsh light. "Is that so?" He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You know, you're quite handsome when you're angry." My stomach churned. What kind of sick game was he playing? "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. "We'll make a deal." I waited, my heart racing. "You're going to make me very happy," Tony purred, his hand trailing down to my neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse hammering in my throat. "And in return, I might decide to keep you around a little longer." The implication was clear. I felt the bile rise in my throat, but I forced myself to remain calm. I had to think, to find a way out of this. I couldn't let fear control me. "You see, Carlo," Tony continued, "you have something I like. And I have something you need. A way to live." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "But first," he whispered, "you're going to show me how much you want to live." Before I could react, he grabbed my face with both hands and turned it to the side. His gaze was intense, hungry. "You have such a pretty mouth," he said, licking his lips. "It's a shame to waste it on talking." My body went rigid with disgust and fear as Tony's other hand reached down and unzipped his pants. That man was going to rape me.

Part 1 - True Story - Written by “Cole” in the POV of Nico. “Took your sweet time.” I said as I stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me. My gaze flicks over Cole—assessing. “Moses home?” I don’t wait for an answer. Just brush past him like I belong here—because, honestly, I do. This house has been a second home for years. Don’t even know why I knocked. “No, he’s not.” Cole’s voice is tight, annoyed. “And you’re gonna get me in trouble. I’m not supposed to have anyone over.” I scoff. “Relax, tiny. It’s just me.” Cole—Moses’ kid brother, always trailing after us, always trying to keep up. I’ve known him since he was a scrawny little thing with skinned knees and too much to prove. I drop onto the couch like I own the place, stretching my arms over the backrest. “Happy late birthday, by the way. The big one-eight.” I smirk, eyes flicking to him. “Senior year treating you good?” Cole crosses his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s debating whether to kick me out or let it slide. He settles on glaring. “Yeah, sure. Feels exactly the same, except now I get lectures about college and taxes.” I huff out a laugh. “Welcome to adulthood, kid. It’s all paperwork and disappointment from here.” Cole rolls his eyes, but there’s something in them—maybe amusement, maybe irritation. “You’re not exactly a role model, Nico.” I smirk. “Never claimed to be.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “What, you got big plans or something? College? World domination?” “Don’t know,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Just trying to get through the year.” I nod, because yeah, that’s fair. High school’s a whole mess of bullshit, and Cole’s always been the type to overthink things. “You’ll figure it out.” He scoffs. “Wow. So wise. Truly, I am blessed by your insight.” “Hey, you’re the one who said I’m not a role model.” I grin, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table. “Now stop whining and put on a movie or something. If I’m stuck waiting for Moses, I might as well be entertained.” Cole groans but grabs the remote anyway and begins scrolling through options. He can complain all he wants—he’s not getting rid of me that easily. I watch him, letting my eyes trace over his profile—sharp but soft in a way that stands out. He’s got that kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. Perfect complexion, all smooth angles and symmetry. Brown hair always neat, like he actually cares how he looks. Green eyes that somehow manage to look both bored and sharp at the same time. He’s Latino, but you wouldn’t know unless he told you. Not like Moses. Moses got all the Latin genes and left Cole with none. If you lined them up next to each other, no one would guess they were brothers. Moses and I, we look the way people expect men like us to look—tan skin, dark eyes, thick brows, sharp jaws. Built like we were made for violence. Like we’d fuck someone up for looking at us wrong. Cole? He’s the opposite. White-passing, preppy, clean-cut. Small-framed but just toned enough to not look skinny. He looks like he belongs in some private school wearing a sweater over his shoulders, not in this house, not anywhere near people like me or Moses. If he ever got pulled over, the cop would probably call him “son” and send him on his way. And the best part? He has no idea. No idea his big brother’s keeping me in business. No idea I sell meth. No idea Moses does it, either. I wonder if he’d look at me differently if he knew. If he’d stop pretending like I’m just some annoying family friend taking up space on his couch. He exhales sharply, still scrolling. “Jesus, there’s nothing on.” I smirk. “Maybe you’re just bad at picking.” “Maybe you can shut up.” I chuckle, shaking my head. He’s got bite when he wants to. But I bet he’s never needed to actually fight. Bet no one’s ever looked at him like a threat. Cole keeps scrolling, eyes flicking across the screen like he’s actually weighing his options. I’m not sure if he’s taking his time just to piss me off or if he really is this indecisive. Probably both. I stretch out, watching him frown at the TV. “Hurry up, tiny. We’ll both be dead before you pick something.” Cole exhales through his nose, then, with a flamboyant exaggeration shoves the remote into my hand. “Here. You pick, since you’re such an expert.” I smirk, settling deeper into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. “Finally. You should’ve just admitted you suck at decisions five minutes ago.” I start flipping through the options, not really paying attention. I’m just killing time, waiting for Moses. Then Cole says, “I know what you do, by the way.” My thumb freezes on the remote. I don’t react right away, don’t look at him, just keep scrolling like he didn’t just drop that in my lap. “What are you talking about?” I ask, casual. Too casual. Cole leans back against the couch, arms crossed. He looks at me like he’s waiting for me to stop playing dumb. “I know what you do for work.” I scoff. “I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “You sell,” he cuts in, bluntly. His green eyes don’t waver. “And Moses buys.” A slow pulse of something heavy settles in my chest. I force out a chuckle, shaking my head. “That’s a hell of a thing to accuse someone of, tiny.” Cole just shrugs. “I don’t care.” That makes me glance at him, really look at him. His expression is unreadable, but he’s serious. I let out a slow breath, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “You don’t care?” I repeat. “You should. Normal people don’t just brush that kind of thing off.” He shrugs again. “I stopped expecting normal a long time ago.” I study him, waiting for him to flinch, to crack, to do anything that makes me think he’s just trying to get a reaction. But he doesn’t. Instead, he tilts his head slightly. “What’s it like?” I frown. “What’s what like?” “That world,” he says, vague but somehow precise. “The dealing, the using. The whole thing. What does it feel like?” I roll my tongue over my teeth, considering. “Why do you wanna know?” “Just curious.” His voice is light, but there’s something underneath it. Something deeper. I think about lying, brushing it off, telling him it’s nothing, but I don’t. “It feels like control,” I say finally. “Like you’ve got the whole world at your feet. And like none of it matters at the same time.” Cole nods, like that makes perfect sense to him. He exhales slowly, then looks at me again. “Can I try some?” That pulls a sharp laugh from me. “Funny.” “I’m serious.” I narrow my eyes. “Not gonna happen.” Cole doesn’t back down. “Why not?” “Because it’s not for you.” He gives me a look, one I can’t quite place. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” His voice is quiet, but the weight of it lingers. I don’t say anything right away. I just watch him, this kid who has everything lined up for him, who has no idea what he’s asking for. “Go get drunk or something,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Find some other way to let go.” “I don’t want to drink.” His jaw tightens. “I want to feel what you feel.” That makes something inside me twitch, but I lie. “You don’t.” He holds my gaze. “You don’t know what I want.” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “Not happening, Cole.” But he doesn’t drop it. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me. “You know about ‘pnp’?” I frown. “The hell is that?” “Party and play.” He watches me, waiting to see if the words land. When I don’t react, he explains. “It’s a thing in the gay scene. Hooking up while high. Mostly meth, sometimes coke or G.” Felt that twitch again, but in my cock that time. “And?” I ask, voice flat. Cole leans forward. Calm, calculated—like he’s thought about this for a while. “I’m going to college next year. I’m gonna end up smoking at some point. You might not know, but it’s popular in my hookup culture.” His lips press together for a second, then he looks me dead in the eye. “The first time I do it should be with someone I trust.” I bark out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You trust me? That’s your first mistake.” “I do.” His voice is steady. Too steady. I drag a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Jesus, Cole.” It’s not like I give a shit what people do with their dicks. Never have. Cole being gay? Old news. Everyone knows, not that it matters to me. I’ve got my girls, maybe more than one, depending on the night. But Cole… I don’t know. He’s always been different. Soft spot doesn’t even cover it. Something about him has always pulled me in, made me look twice. Made me care when I shouldn’t. And now he’s sitting here, telling me he wants this—this inside him? “Why do you even want this?” I ask. “You don’t need it.” He shrugs, looking away for the first time. “Maybe I don’t want to be me for a while.” I know that feeling. I know it too fucking well. I sigh, thinking. I should shut this down completely, tell him no again, make sure he never asks. But part of me knows he’s right. If he’s going to do it—and he is—then better with me than some random asshole at a college party. I glance at him again. His perfect skin, his neat hair, his green eyes holding something deeper, something restless. I shouldn’t even be considering it. And yet. “I’ve tried G before.” He says too casually. Another cock twitch. “Excuse me?” He stands up without another word, disappearing down the hall. A minute later, he’s back, holding a tiny glass vial between his fingers like it’s nothing. Like it’s just another thing in his neatly curated life. I sit up straighter, narrowing my eyes. “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” He tosses it to me, and I catch it easily. Twisting off the cap, I dab my finger inside and press it to my tongue. A distinct sour, chemical taste—definitely GHB. I let out a slow breath, gripping the vial tighter. “Where the fuck did you get this?” Cole shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I have my ways.” I glare at him. “That’s not a fucking answer.” “Neither is ‘I’ll think about it.’” He crosses his arms. “So let’s make a trade. I get you high on G, and you get me high on meth. Seems fair.” I exhale sharply, rolling the vial between my fingers. “You don’t just have this shit, Cole. What the fuck were you planning to do with it?” He holds my gaze. “What do you think?” I don’t answer. He just told me. My cock twitches again, but followed by a strange mix of anger and jealousy pouring over me. I set the vial onto the coffee table, leaning back. “You’re a fucking idiot.” “So is Moses, and you still sell to him.” That one hits harder than I want it to. My jaw tightens, but I don’t argue. Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So?” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’m not saying yes.” “But you’re not saying no.” I shoot him a look. “I’ll consider it.” Cole doesn’t gloat, doesn’t smirk. He just nods, like that’s all he needed to hear. Then, before I can stop him, he’s already moving. “Be right back.” “Cole—” But he’s gone, jogging into the kitchen. I stare at the vial sitting on the table, irritation curling in my gut. I should’ve flushed it or thrown it back in his face. But I didn’t. A minute later, Cole returns, carrying two cups. “Here.” I frown. “The fuck is this?” “Mixer.” He sets them down, unbothered. “If you won’t smoke me up, I’m taking G, and so are you” I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Not how this works, tiny.” “It is now.” His eyes meet mine. Jesus Christ. He’s really doing this. Really pushing. And the worst part? I’m not sure if I want to stop him. “Fine.” Cole blinks. “Fine?” I shoot him a look. “Yeah, fine. But don’t get ahead of yourself—I’m not smoking you up.” Cole just smirks, like he knew I’d fold eventually. “But when Moses gets home, you better be in your room. Last thing I need is him seeing you fucked up.” Cole doesn’t even argue. He just nods, pleased with the arrangement so far, like this is some kind of negotiation he’s winning. We sit there for a while, neither of us talking. Then Cole shifts slightly, turning his gaze to me. “Well? You’re the dealer. You need to measure it out.” I scoff. “Bossy little shit.” But I don’t argue. G’s not something you eyeball unless you’ve got a death wish. I glance at Cole. “You know how easy it is to overdose on this shit?” He nods, watching as I grab my phone and open the calculator, doing quick math. “Yeah. That’s why I trust you.” I pause for half a second. Then shake it off and get to work. I unscrew the cap, tipping out a careful dose, measuring with the precision that comes from experience. Cole watches intently, eyes sharp, absorbing every movement. Like he wants to learn. Like he wants to know exactly how this world works. I don’t know if that should worry me. Actually, I do. But I’m doing it anyway. I measure out just under a full dose for Cole—enough to feel it, not enough to fuck him up completely. He won’t notice the difference. Then I pour double into my own cup. If one of us is going under, it’s going to be me, not him. Cole doesn’t question it as I hand him his drink. He takes the cup, fingers brushing mine for half a second before he leans back against the couch. He doesn’t drink it yet, just swirls the liquid like he’s testing it. “You sure about this?” I ask, watching him. He lifts a brow. “Are you?” I don’t answer. Instead, I raise my cup. He does the same. We clink them together, and then I throw mine back. Cole hesitates for half a second before following suit. I watch him, as he downs the G, licking his lips after like it’s nothing, like this is just another night. Like we do this all the time. Silence settles between us again, heavier this time. We both know what comes next. Cole leans his head back against the couch, eyes flicking to me. “How long?” I stretch out, feeling the slow warmth creeping through my limbs already. “Give it fifteen.” He exhales through his nose, tapping his fingers against his knee. Waiting. Twenty minutes pass, and the G is in full force. My body feels loose, warm, like I’m sinking into the couch but floating at the same time. Everything is just good—my muscles relaxed, my mind foggy but not gone. My cock no longer twitching, but harder as fuck. The TV is playing something, but I’m not paying attention. G always makes me wanna smoke, and my fingers twitch with the urge to reach into my pocket, to take the edge off the pleasure creeping under my skin. I swallow it down, exhaling through my nose, still not sure how I feel about letting Cole go that far. Instead, I look at Cole, getting lost in watching him. He’s close enough now that I can smell the faint hint of his cologne under the warmth of his skin. He’s always been pretty, but right now, he’s something else entirely. The worst part? I can’t look away. Cole turns his head, catching me in the act. Damn. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s studying me. Then, with a slow smirk, he murmurs, “Feel good yet?” The G kicks in harder, spreading through my veins like liquid gold, making my skin buzz, making everything feel too good, too much. And Cole—Cole’s right there, watching me, soaking it all in. I exhale through my nose, smirking back. “You tell me.” His eyes flick down—over my chest, my arms, the way my fingers twitch against the couch. Then he licks his lips and lets out a soft, lazy chuckle. “You’ve been staring for a while.” Fuck, I need to look away. But I don’t. “Maybe I like what I see.” I don’t know why I say it. Maybe it’s the G talking, loosening my tongue along with everything else. Maybe it’s something else. But Cole doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get flustered. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying me the same way I was just studying him. Then, like he’s making some kind of silent decision, he smirks back. “Yeah,” he says, voice smooth and slow. “I think you do.” This makes my cock throb harder than it ever has in the past. Blinking hard like I can shake the moment off. “Shit—” I rub a hand over my forehead. “Didn’t mean to say that.” Cole raises a brow, still smirking. “Yeah?” I exhale sharply. “Blame it on the G.” I wave a lazy hand between us, trying to smooth over whatever that was. It was the high, that’s all. Didn’t mean anything. Right? Cole just watches me, head tilted, like he doesn’t quite believe me. And maybe I don’t believe myself, either. I need to shift the energy. Fast. So, before I can second-guess it, I let out, “Fuck it. Let’s smoke.” Cole straightens slightly, interest sparking in his hazy green eyes. “Yeah?” I nod, already reaching into my pocket, fingers brushing the familiar weight of glass and baggie. “Yeah. But listen up first.” I try to sit up, but the G still has me melting into the couch, body slow, thoughts even slower. Still, I do my best. “This shit isn’t a game.” My voice comes out heavier than I intend, slurred around the edges but still firm. “You do it once, you’ll wanna do it again. Maybe not right away, but it’ll be in the back of your head. And when it’s in your head, it stays there.” Cole just nods, like he’s absorbing every word. I let out a slow breath, pushing past the warmth of the G curling in my gut. My hand dips into my pocket, pulling out the pipe and a bag of crystal. “First rule,” I say, shaking the bag slightly, watching the tiny shards catch the dim light. “You don’t call it meth. That’s a dirty word.” Cole raises a brow but doesn’t argue. “Crystal is fine. Or Tina. But mostly just T.” He nods again. “T.” I tap out a small amount, carefully loading the bowl, hands steady from muscle memory alone. The whole time, I can feel Cole’s eyes on me, watching, absorbing, taking in every little movement like he wants to learn it all. And maybe it’s just the drugs, but swear to god, he’s getting more attractive by the minute. I push that thought away, focus on what’s in front of me. The packed pipe. I glance up at Cole, meeting his gaze. “Last chance to back out.” Cole shakes his head, slow but deliberate. “I’m not backing out.” His voice is steady, not a hint of hesitation. He knows what he’s doing. Or at least, he thinks he does. “Alright,” I mutter, reaching for my backpack. I unzip the side pocket and pull out my torch, flicking the cap open with my thumb. The blue flame shoots to life, steady and hot. “Pay attention,” I tell him, rolling my shoulders, settling in. “You don’t just light it like a blunt. You gotta heat it slow, let it melt down before you pull. And you never hold it in—this isn’t weed. You blow it out right away.” Cole nods, eyes locked on the pipe in my hand. He looks like a kid in class, laser-focused, taking mental notes. It almost makes me laugh. Almost. I adjust my grip, rolling the pipe between my fingers, making sure the crystal is spread evenly in the bowl. Then I bring the torch up, the flame licking under the glass. The crystals start to sweat, then liquefy, pooling at the bottom before swirling into thick, white vapor. I keep the movement slow, rotating the pipe so it doesn’t burn too hot in one spot. “See that?” I glance at Cole. “That’s what you want. Not too much heat, not too little. Just enough.” He doesn’t blink. “Got it.” I smirk, then bring the mouthpiece to my lips, pulling in a deep, steady drag. The smoke fills my lungs instantly, a sharp warmth spreading through my chest. I don’t hold it—I don’t need to. I part my lips and exhale, blowing a thick cloud straight up to the ceiling. The rush hits fast, that familiar electric clarity slicing through the G’s haze. My pulse kicks up, my skin tingles, my brain sharpens like a knife. I close my eyes for half a second, letting it settle, then look back at Cole. “Your turn.” I hold out the pipe, the bowl still cloudy with vapor. “Let’s see if you were actually paying attention.” Cole takes the pipe, holding it carefully, but instead of going for the torch, he looks at me. “You light it for me.” I pause, fingers tightening slightly around the torch. There’s something about it—something I can’t put my finger on, something that feels… personal. Too personal. Anyone who knows this shit knows it’s an unspoken thing, a quiet kind of intimacy. And suddenly, I remember what Cole said before—about pnp, about the way fags do it. And I gotta admit—they got that part right. It’s hot. In a way that makes no damn sense. A slow burn, a flicker of heat curling low in my stomach. A weird kind of trust. I don’t get it, not really, but I feel it. And yet, I do it anyway. “Alright,” I murmur, voice lower than I meant for it to be. I tilt the pipe in his hand, angling the bowl just right. “I’ll tell you when.” Cole nods, lips parting slightly, eyes flicking between the pipe and my face. I hold his gaze as I bring the flame to the glass, warming it slow, just like I did for myself. The crystals liquefy, then swirl into vapor, thick and milky. “Now,” Cole inhales, his green eyes locked onto mine. His lips close around the mouthpiece, cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls, the vapor disappearing into his lungs. I watch the way his throat moves, the way his eyelashes flutter for half a second before he exhales, a smooth cloud spilling past his lips. It’s a good hit. Clean and controlled. Thought it wasn’t possible for my cock to throb any harder, but I was proven wrong again. I clear my throat, shifting back slightly. “Not bad.” Cole tilts his head, exhaling the last of the smoke. “Told you I was paying attention.” I huff out a small laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” But the warmth is still there. That weird, lingering heat in my gut. I ignore it. I take the pipe back from him, flicking the torch on again. “One more.” Cole just smirks. “Whatever you say, dealer.” An hour slips by, the minutes blurring into smoke and warmth. Every time, I light the pipe for Cole, watching as he inhales, his lips parting slightly, his eyes hooded as he exhales. He’s a fast learner—too fast. Takes to it like he was made for this. I should stop him. Should’ve stopped after the first hit. But I don’t. Eventually, I glance at my phone, noting the time. Been two hours since I first stepped through the door. I lean back into the couch, stretching, feeling the way my muscles buzz under my skin. “Moses is taking his sweet time,” I mutter. “What’s he even out doing?” Cole hums, his head tilted against the couch, gaze flicking toward me. He hesitates just a second before saying, “He’s staying at his girl’s place tonight.” I pause mid-motion, giving him a look. “What?” Cole shrugs, lazy. “Won’t be back until tomorrow.” Something clicks into place in my head. I stare at him for a long second, then let out a dry, amused scoff. “You little shit.” Cole smirks, eyes glinting. “What?” “You played me.” I shake my head, exhaling a laugh. “You knew he wasn’t coming back tonight. You set this whole thing up.” He doesn’t even bother denying it. Just shrugs again, looking way too pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t have agreed otherwise.” I let out another sharp laugh, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.” But, lowkey? I’m impressed. Cole’s always been the quiet, follow-the-rules type. The preppy golden boy, the one who didn’t pull this kind of shit. Or at least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, he’s got more in him than I gave him credit for. I drag a hand down my face, still smirking. “So what, you planned all this just to get high with me?” Cole tilts his head, lips curling at the edges. “Would you have come if I told you the truth?” I don’t answer. Because we both already know. I lean my head back, letting the high settle deeper into my bones before glancing over at Cole. “How you feeling?” He exhales slowly, a small, lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Great.” His voice is smooth, relaxed. “Didn’t really feel the G much, though.” I raise a brow. “Yeah?” He nods. “I mean, it was nice, but it didn’t hit me like it hit you.” He tilts his head, eyes flicking over me. “You wanna do more?” I consider it for a second. I am feeling good—buzzing, floating, perfect—and nobody’s coming home until tomorrow. There’s nothing stopping me. I shrug. “Fuck it.” I grab the vial from the table, rolling it between my fingers before twisting the cap off. Cole watches as I measure out two doses into my own cup, then pour a single one into his. I go to hand him the cup, but he doesn’t take it right away. Instead, he looks at me, eyes sharp despite the haze. “Give me the same as you.” I hesitate. First-timers shouldn’t push it too far. That’s the rule. But I think back to how easily he took the first dose, how steady he was, how he never wavered. Some people can just handle it well. Cole’s one of them. “Alright,” I murmur, pouring the extra into his cup, matching my own. “Your call.” I watch Cole as he downs the G, licking his lips absentmindedly before setting the cup down. He runs a hand through his hair, fingers raking through the strands before letting his arm drop over the couch, closer to mine now. “You really do this all the time?” I flick my eyes to him. “What, the G?” “All of it.” He gestures vaguely. “T, G, dealing, all of it.” I smirk. “You already knew the answer before you asked.” He tilts his head slightly. “Still wanted to hear you say it.” His smirk lingers, and he leans back just a little, stretching out, mirroring the way I’m sitting now. He’s comfortable. Maybe too comfortable. And he’s watching me like he’s waiting for something. I roll my tongue over my teeth, “You feeling it yet?” His smirk widens just slightly. “I think so.” Fucking cock won’t stop throbbing. I push past it, shifting forward, reaching for the pipe again. “Good. Then let’s keep it that way.” I exhale toward the ceiling, watching the cloud drift up, feeling the rush settle in my bones. Then I glance at Cole. I smirk, shaking my head, then pass him the pipe, torch still in hand. “Here.” Cole takes the pipe without hesitation, bringing it to his lips. I lean in, closer this time, and light it for him, watching as the vapor builds. “Now,” I murmur. He inhales, slow and deep, just like I showed him. The smoke disappears into his lungs, his green eyes flickering toward me as he holds the hit for half a second—long enough for me to reach for the pipe. But before I can grab it, Cole moves. His free hand shoots up, fingers tangling in the back of my hair, pulling me in, dragging my face toward his before I can even register what’s happening. Then his lips are on mine. And before I can even process that, he exhales—the hit rushing past my lips, into my lungs, filling me up, hotter than it should be. Shotgunning. An intimacy. A challenge. A fucking game. My whole body tenses, mind short-circuiting between the drugs and the heat of his mouth, his lips, the way he holds me there, fingers gripping my hair like he’s testing a boundary he already knows he’s breaking. The high kicks up, sharper, hotter, sending a pulse through my veins that makes me forget, for half a second, that I’m supposed to be in control here. I rip myself back, fast, like I’ve been burned. “The fuck was that?” My voice comes out sharp, cutting through the thick haze of smoke and G and whatever the fuck Cole thinks he’s doing. Cole leans back slightly, but he doesn’t look guilty. He doesn’t even look surprised. If anything, he looks amused. “Relax.” His voice is smooth, too smooth. “Just having fun.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “That’s not—” I exhale hard, jaw tightening, forcing my pulse to slow the fuck down. “That’s not how this works.” Cole tilts his head, watching me, that lazy smirk still tugging at his lips. “No?” I shake my head, reaching for the pipe, more out of habit than anything else, just to have something in my hands. “You don’t pull that shit with me, Cole.” He shrugs, stretching out, looking too damn comfortable. “Seemed like you liked it.” Something in me snaps. Before I could react to what I was doing, my arm was already outstretched, hand wrapped around Cole’s throat, pinning him to the couch. I lean in close, lowering my voice, making sure he fucking hears me. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.” Cole’s smirk falters—just a fraction. But it’s enough. I let him go, trying to shake the weird, charged energy out of my system. I don’t know if it’s the G, the T, or the fact that Cole fucking made out with me like it was nothing, but I feel wired, too hot, too aware of everything. Cole watches me for a long moment, then exhales, like he’s letting it go. Then Cole shifts beside me, exhaling softly. “Alright,” he mutters. “Maybe I crossed a line.” “It’s a small town,” he says, voice quieter now. “Not a lot of options.” I frown. “Options?” His lips press together for a second, then he lets out a dry laugh. “Gays, Nico.” He finally looks at me. “There’s, like, five of us here. And they’re all…” He trails off, shaking his head. I raise a brow. “All what?” “Fem,” he says flatly. “Bottoms. Good friends, but not exactly great for, you know…” His hand gestures vaguely between us. “Experimenting.” I huff a small laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus. You really just said that.” Cole shrugs, unbothered. “It’s true.” Then he leans back against the couch, tipping his head to the side as he studies me. “I’ve got a type, and none of them fit.” I narrow my eyes. “And what’s your type, exactly?” He hums, dragging his fingers lazily over the rim of his empty cup, pretending to think. “Older. Built. Not soft.” His eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “Masculine. A little dangerous.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “Subtle.” Cole just smirks, unashamed. “You asked.” “And it’s not just the looks, either. It’s the energy.” His fingers drum against his knee, gaze flicking to mine again. “That… intensity.” My jaw tenses. I look away, shifting in my seat. “Sounds complicated.” “It is,” he admits, then exhales through his nose, his smirk fading. “Not that it matters. It’s not like I’ve actually done anything.” That makes me pause. I glance at him again, frowning slightly. “What do you mean?” He shrugs. “I mean exactly that. I haven’t done anything.” I stare at him for a second. “Wait.” I shift toward him, eyes narrowing. “You’re telling me you’re still a virgin?” Cole huffs out a small, almost embarrassed laugh. “Yeah, Nico. I am.” I blink. Then bark out a laugh, shaking my head. “Couldn’t be me.” Cole rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit.” I smirk, leaning back again. “Damn. A virgin at eighteen?” “What, you lost it at, like, fourteen?” he shoots back, raising a brow. I shrug. “Fifteen.” Cole groans. “Of course you did.” I just grin, taking another hit, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips. “You’re really out here trying to experiment, huh?” He exhales dramatically. “You have no idea.” I shake my head, chuckling. “Poor thing.” “Fuck off.” But there’s no heat in his voice. Just that same lazy smirk, that same energy humming between us. Cole shifts, getting more comfortable on the couch, eyes flicking to me with something that’s both amused and too curious. “Tell me about straight sex.” I pause mid-inhale, pipe still between my fingers. I exhale a slow cloud of smoke, smirking. “What?” “You know,” Cole says, waving a lazy hand. “Fucking bitches.” That makes me actually laugh, the kind that shakes in my chest. “Jesus, Cole.” He grins, eyes flickering with amusement. “What?” “You saying it like that.” I shake my head. “You sound like a kid trying to prove something.” He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I have to know what all the hype is about. Why do you guys love it so much?” I huff a laugh, stretching my arms over the back of the couch. “You’ve never been with a girl, obviously.” Cole makes a face. “Nope.” “But you’ve seen straight porn.” He snorts. “Unfortunately.” Then, mocking, he adds, “Couldn’t be me.” That makes me laugh again, shaking my head. “Yeah, yeah.” Cole tilts his head, watching me. “So? Explain” I smirk, exhaling another slow breath of smoke. “It’s the way they react, man. The softness, the sounds. The way their bodies move. It’s like…” I trail off for a second, trying to find the right words. “It’s powerful. Controlling how they take it, how they moan, how they come apart under you.” Cole listens, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp even through the haze. “So it’s about dominance?” I smirk. “It’s about control.” Cole hums, gaze flicking over me, unreadable. Then he exhales, shaking his head. “Yeah. Couldn’t be me.” I chuckle. “Yeah, I figured.” Cole shifts again, pulling one leg up onto the couch, turning more toward me. “And you don’t ever think about it differently? Like, I dunno, being on the other side?” I raise a brow. “What, letting a girl take control?” “No.” He gives me a look. “I mean with a guy.” My jaw flexes slightly, but I keep my expression easy. “No.” Cole watches me for a second longer, then smirks like he knows something I don’t. “Interesting.” I shake my head, smirking right back. “You’re something else, you know that?” He grins, leaning back again. “I try.” I take another hit, letting it sit heavy in my lungs before I pass the pipe back to him. And as he takes it, fingers brushing mine, I can’t shake the feeling that this conversation isn’t over. Not even close. Cole takes the pipe, bringing it to his lips, waiting for me to light it. He’s steady, smooth, confident in a way that should make me stop and think. Should make me ask myself why the fuck I’m still here, still entertaining this, still letting it happen. But I don’t. I bring the torch up, flicking the flame on, watching the crystals liquefy and swirl into thick, white vapor. The moment it’s ready, I murmur, “Now.” Cole inhales, slow and deep, his green eyes flicking up to meet mine as he pulls. And fuck, I need my cock to stop this throbbing. With that, I break. I reach for him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him toward me, pressing my lips against his as I inhale his hit straight from him. His breath stutters for half a second before he exhales, feeding it into me, the smoke burning between us. But the second he tries to push deeper, the moment his fingers curl into my shirt, trying to pull me in—I shove him back. Hard. Cole stares at me, chest rising and falling, lips still parted, green eyes blown wide with surprise. “What the fuck?” I drag a hand down my face, breathing hard. “I can’t.” Cole’s brows pull together, and then—irritation. “The fuck you mean you can’t?” I shake my head, jaw tight. “Not like this.” Cole scoffs. “Not like what?” I glance away, exhaling hard through my nose. I don’t answer. I can’t. Because I know myself when I’m high like this. I know the way it takes me over—how my dominance turns razor-sharp, how I get aggressive, controlling. I know how I take, and that’s not something you throw at someone who’s never done this before. Not someone like Cole. He watches me for a long second, then shakes his head, letting out a frustrated breath. “You’re fucking teasing me.” I glance at him sharply. “That’s not what this is.” “Bullshit.” His jaw tightens, his fingers flexing against his knee. “You keep pulling me in just to push me away. What the fuck do you want?” I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Cole tilts his head slightly, smirking—but it’s pissed now, not amused. “I get it.” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “You think I can’t handle it.” I clench my jaw. “Cole—” “You still think I’m some kid.” I exhale sharply, fingers curling into fists. “It’s not that—” “Then what?” His voice is sharp, cutting through the haze. “See? You are a tease. Just like one of your bitches” I snap. I grab his jaw, tilting his head up, making him look at me. His lips part, his breath stutters, but he doesn’t pull away. Cole’s breath hitches, but he doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t pull back. If anything, the challenge in his eyes sharpens, his lips curling at the edges like he wants this reaction from me. Like he planned for it. His fingers flex against my wrist where I’ve got him by the throat, testing, feeling the way my grip tightens. But he doesn’t try to pry me off. He just looks at me. Green eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling. I lean in closer, my grip firm but controlled, voice dropping lower. “You really wanna test me, Cole?” His smirk wavers—just slightly—but he holds my gaze. “Maybe.” I exhale slow, shaking my head. “You think this is a fucking game?” Cole hums, the sound vibrating against my fingers. “Feels real to me.” Something deep in me twists at that, something dangerous. The high amplifies everything—the way his skin feels under my hand, the way his body shifts beneath me, the way his breathing picks up just slightly but he doesn’t look away. I slide my thumb over his jaw, pressing just enough to make him tilt his chin up for me. “You’ve got a smart mouth.” Cole exhales a slow, shaky breath. “So do something about it.” I snap. I crush my mouth against his, swallowing whatever smart-ass remark he was about to throw at me. Cole doesn’t hesitate. He leans into it, gasping softly against me before he fists my shirt in both hands, pulling me closer, pressing up into me like he’s been waiting for this all night. And fuck, maybe he has. I shove him back into the couch, my weight pressing into him, my hands gripping tight—his throat, his waist, his hip—feeling, claiming. He groans, the sound sharp, raw, like he’s never been handled like this before. Like he’s never wanted to be. And now he’s got me—high, reckless, dominant—right here, giving him exactly what he asked for. And I’m not stopping this time. Not until he knows exactly what it means to push me. I stand up slowly, rolling my shoulders like I’m shaking off the last bit of restraint. My jaw is tight, my eyes dark, my whole demeanor shifting into something heavier, something final. Cole watches from the couch, breath still uneven, lips still parted from the force of the last kiss. He doesn’t move yet, just waiting, watching. I exhales through my nose, running my tongue over my teeth before speaking. “Get up.” Cole blinks, his pupils still blown wide, his body still buzzing from the drugs, the tension, everything. “What?” I tilt my head, eyes narrowing. “You heard me. Get the fuck up.” Cole swallows, pushing himself up slowly, cautious, but not scared. Not hesitant. If anything, there’s something eager in the way he moves, like he’s been waiting for m to take control like this. I sit back down, reaching for the pipe, tapping out another hit. I don’t even look at Cole as I flick the torch on, heating the glass. “Strip.” The single word cuts through the thick air. Cole exhales sharply, his fingers flexing at his sides, his breath catching slightly like it finally hit him—this is happening. I exhales a thick cloud toward the ceiling before finally looking at Cole again. “I said strip, faggot.” I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath. Like a small whimper. His fingers go to the hem of his shirt, gripping it, lifting it slowly—almost too slow. Testing. Watching my reaction. I exhale another stream of smoke, my eyes tracking every movement, every inch of skin revealed. Cole lets the shirt slip off, tossing it aside before moving to the button of his jeans. His fingers work the metal, the sound of the zipper cutting through the thick silence of the room. I take another hit, inhaling deep, letting the warmth crawl through my veins, amplifying everything. Cole pushes his jeans down his hips, stepping out of them. He’s standing there now, exposed, chest rising and falling, fingers twitching at his sides. But he’s not shy. He’s not covering himself. He’s waiting. I set the pipe down on the table and lean forward, elbows on my knees, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip as I look Cole up and down, taking my time with it. Not just a pretty face, but a pretty everything. His dick hung their uncut, freshly shaven, smooth until his legs, covered in carpet of hair. I looked up at him with a smirk and motioned for him to turn around. Now, I’ve seen a lot of ass in my day, but I’ll admit, there’s something about his. Perfectly round, smooth. Innocent. I tilt my head, smirking. “Now get over here.” Cole steps forward, closing the small space between us, his breath coming a little quicker now. He’s standing right in front of me, bare, exposed, but not nervous. Locking eyes with him, I reach down and tug at the bulge in my pants, gripping myself through the fabric. I was rock hard and couldn’t take it anymore. “Get on your knees.” Cole lowers himself. When he settled onto his knees between my legs, looking up at me with those blown-out green eyes, lips parted, chest still rising and falling— “Fuck, you look good like that.” I let out greedily “Now take my cock out of these jeans,” I demanded. Cole didn’t hesitate. His hands moved immediately to my bulge, one palm pressing firmly against it, his fingers curling to squeeze. A small smirk ghosted across his lips as he felt the weight of me through the denim. Then, with steady hands, he reached for my zipper, dragging it down with agonizing slowness. I lifted my hips slightly, helping him as he tugged my jeans down past my thighs. The moment they pooled around my ankles, my cock sprang free—thick, uncut, and standing proud, a full nine inches of me throbbing in the open air. My dark pubes framed it, a stark contrast against my skin. Cole’s breath hitched. His eyes widened, a mix of hunger and awe flashing across his face. He licked his lips unconsciously, his gaze locked onto me like I was the only thing in the world he wanted. “Go ahead faggot, taste it” Cole’s breath shuddered as he exhaled, his lips parting, so close I could feel the warmth ghosting over my skin. His fingers tightened instinctively around my shaft, stroking slowly, teasingly, as if testing my patience. I smirked, threading my fingers through his hair, gripping just enough to make him gasp. “Did you not hear me? Put that mouth to work.” My voice was low, firm, an order he had no intention of disobeying. With a slow motion he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. A soft groan rumbled in my chest as I watched him, savoring the way his lips stretched over me, the warmth of his mouth enveloping the tip. “Good faggot,” I murmured, tightening my grip in his hair as I guided him lower. Cole moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. His tongue swirled, tracing every ridge, every sensitive spot, his movements both eager and controlled. His hands braced against my thighs as he took me deeper, inch by inch, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself further. I let my head fall back against the couch, pleasure surging through me as he worked. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, the sinful noises slipping from his throat—it was intoxicating. “Fuck, just like that,” I praised, looking down at him. His eyes met mine, dark and needy, desperate to please. I gave him what he wanted, thrusting gently into his mouth, watching as his lips stretched wider, as his throat tensed around me. He took it, moaning as if he needed this as much as I did. His fingers dug into my thighs, urging me on, silently begging for more. And who was I to deny him? I tightened my grip in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to force his eyes up to mine. His lips were already slick, parted, desperate for more. “You’re taking your time,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip before pressing against his tongue. He let me, obedient, his eyes dark with need. “I didn’t tell you to tease, did I?” He shook his head, my thumb still resting on his tongue, making him struggle to answer. “No, Sir,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless. I smirked. “Then do it right.” Without hesitation, he parted his lips wider, taking me back into the heat of his mouth. This time, I didn’t let him set the pace. My hand in his hair held him still as I pushed deeper, his throat tightening around me as he tried to adjust. His fingers gripped my thighs, nails digging in, but he didn’t pull away. He knew better. “Relax,” I ordered, my other hand settling heavy on his jaw, guiding him. His lashes fluttered, a choked sound escaping him as I pressed deeper. When he finally opened up for me, his throat flexing, I groaned in satisfaction. “That’s it,” I praised, keeping my grip firm as I began to fuck his mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. His moans vibrated around me, sending pleasure curling through my spine. I controlled every movement, every inch he took, every breath he struggled for. He let me. He wanted this—wanted to be used, to be owned. His hands trembled against my thighs, but he didn’t resist. He let me push, let me test his limits. My cock slid deeper, his throat tightening, and I held him there for a beat, watching the way his eyes watered, the way his body shuddered. “Look at you,” I murmured, thumb stroking his jaw as I pulled back, letting him gasp for air before pushing in again. “So desperate to please.” A needy whimper escaped him. I held him there for a moment longer, feeling the way his throat flexed around me, the way his breath hitched, his body shaking from the effort of keeping still. His fingers clenched against my thighs, his chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths. Then, finally, I eased back, my grip in his hair loosening as I pulled out of his mouth. A wet gasp tore from his throat as he sagged against me, his lips red and glistening, spit connecting us in thin strands that broke as he swallowed hard. I let my thumb trace the edge of his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet my gaze. His eyes were hazy, his pupils blown wide, his chest still heaving as he tried to steady himself. “Breathe,” I ordered, my tone softer now, but no less commanding. “Think you can handle more, boy?” His breath hitched, but his answer came immediately this time—steady, certain. “Yes, Sir.” I tilted his chin up higher, forcing him to hold my gaze. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered my next command. “Stand up,” I ordered. He moved immediately, though his legs shook slightly as he rose. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his fingers twitched at his sides as he fought the urge to reach for me, to cling to whatever I decided to give him. “Turn around,” I murmured. His lips parted slightly, his pupils still blown wide, but he obeyed without question. I let my eyes drag over him as he turned, taking in the way his body tensed under my gaze, the way he seemed to fight the urge to squirm. “Good boy,” I praised, letting my hand trail down his spine, slow and deliberate. I felt the shudder that rippled through him, the way he sucked in a breath as my palm ghosted lower. Then I leaned in, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I gave my next command. “Bend over.” For a split second, he hesitated—just long enough for me to tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his head back slightly. “You heard me.” My voice was low, firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Bend over.” A whimper slipped from his throat as he nodded, his body moving instinctively to obey. He braced himself against the nearest surface, his hands gripping the edge as he arched his back slightly, presenting himself exactly how I wanted him. I smirked, trailing my fingers down his spine again, feeling the way he shuddered under my touch. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmured, stepping back just enough to take him in fully. “So eager. So obedient.” I let my palm rest on his lower back, pressing down just enough to keep him in place. “But let’s see if you can stay that way.”

For the next two nights I basically repeated that first day, eating in the restaurant in the evening, going to the toilet after paying, and then ending up bent over in the bin pen with the hunky waiter’s raw cock up my arse. On the fourth day, however, I unexpectedly got back to the apartment in the afternoon as the client had to go away to review some work before I could do anything else, and I found myself out on the small balcony off my bedroom lighting up a cigarette. The waiter’s bad influence, along with the sudden freedom I was feeling, had got me back into smoking again while I was free of my boyfriend’s disapproving nagging. While out there the waiter and another staff member appeared below, also stepping out for a cigarette, and he eventually looked up and noticed me. He did not react until the kitchen hand went back inside, at which point he gestured for me to come down. I hurried through the apartment and down the stairs, and when I got into the alley the waiter was standing beside a different door that led down some steps into a basement. I headed in and down into the darkness, and then he must have flipped a switch as a dim bulb came on that barely illuminated a storage area full of boxes, chairs, tables and other restaurant paraphernalia. I turned to look at him as he reached the bottom of the stairs himself, and he pointed to a pile of boxes at the side. I made my way over, and without any need to be told, dropped my shorts and underwear. He gave my hole a quick poke with his fingers before I felt the familiar push of his cock, and shortly afterwards I was being fucked hard once again. He took his time a bit more than the alleyway ruttings though, so by the time he blew in me I felt truly fucked out. Once up in the alley again he lit up a couple of cigarettes and passed me one as per normal. “I come upstairs tonight” he said. “I stay.” Again, this was not a question but a statement, and as usual I just nodded at him. I showed him the address on my phone so he knew which apartment bell to ring, and then he smoked the last of his cigarette, headed for the main back door to the restaurant, and was gone. My nerves really took hold later that night, as I realised I was going to have this man in the apartment all night, and he was basically still a complete stranger. I decided to get my laptop and other valuables hidden away just in case, and then spent a bit of time with the dildo getting myself primed. He hadn’t seemed at all bothered on any of the encounters thus far, but I still decided to detach the shower head as a means of cleaning myself out a bit. It was nearly 2am when the buzzer sounded in the apartment, and I pressed what looked like the correct buttons on the keypad to unlock the front door. A moment later he tapped on the apartment door, and I let him in. He was carrying two half-empty bottles of red wine that I guessed some restaurant patrons hadn’t finished, so I grabbed a couple of glasses from the kitchen and led him through the bedroom to the balcony. We stood out there having some of the wine and smoking a cigarette, neither of us saying a word. His eyes were on me the whole time, something I still found exhilarating even after nearly a week of taking his loads downstairs. Then he gulped down the last of the glass of wine and went back into the bedroom, so I did the same. I pulled the balcony door closed and drew the curtain, before switching on a bedside lamp. “Naked” he said, and I hurriedly pulled down my shorts and removed my T-shirt. Then he unbuttoned the tight, dark blue shirt that he and the other waiters all wore as their outfit, and my world turned upside down. Only part of the epic tattoo designs on his skin had ever been visible to me, but with his body now on full display, I could see that he had inked onto himself what I can only describe as a manifesto. Scorpions on the sides of his torso, thorny rose stems winding everywhere, and on both his upper arms and above his crotch were huge biohazard symbols. “You like” he said, smiling at me. I just gulped in response. “You are neg?” he asked. I nodded, staring back at the tattoo above his balls. “You take prep?” he continued. I paused, before shaking my head. I then looked up at his face, to see his smile had taken on an evil glint. “Then I poz you tonight” he said, very matter-of-factly. “Get on bed.” Obviously I should have ended things there. I should have got him out of the apartment, and then started finding some way to get hold of a course of PEP. I should have engaged my brain. But no, that is of course not what happened. Despite the now overt risk to my health, I found myself climbing onto the bed and getting on all fours. Mere moments later I was bearing down as this toxic stud pushed his raw cock into me for the umpteenth time, willingly giving myself over to my fate. It was a firm and steady fuck, with the waiter taking his time as he had done down in the basement. He eventually pushed me forward, keeping his cock planted inside me as he got me flat on the bed with him lying on my back. It was so gloriously submissive that it almost felt right that he would be leaving part of himself in me forever. Pressed down hard on the bed, feeling him almost consume me as his cock barrelled away deep inside me, a wave of something almost euphoric wash over me. I was his to use, however he wanted, and I would be a different man by the time I went home. That night there were only occasional moments when his cock wasn’t buried in me. Loo and cigarette breaks, or the odd change in position. He took me in every way imaginable, though the hottest was in missionary when we had not broken eye contact once as he fucked me senseless and then filled me with another poz load. We were even able to have some bouts of sleep with his cock still inside me, broken each time by him waking and then starting to fuck me again. It was late morning when we finally stepped out onto the balcony in the sunshine to have a final cigarette, the waiter now dressed again and me just in briefs and a T-shirt. My hole was sore, gaping, and leaking the last of the loads he had planted in there, but I didn’t care. The bedding would all be going in the washing machine soon anyway, so I would also be able to deal with the growing wet patch in the back of my underwear. “When you leave?” he asked, blowing out smoke. “Not for another week” I replied. “That is good” he said, nodding but looking up at the sky. “I bring someone here.” “OK” I said, though not entirely sure what he meant. “Next week” he said. “But I come back tonight.” Nothing more was said, and he was soon gone. Rather later than planned I got myself showered and dressed, figured out the apartment’s washing machine to get the bedding and my dirty clothes in for a cycle, and then logged on to my laptop. Later in the day I went to the client’s office to deal with some clarification questions in person so they could hopefully get their review of the report and proposal completed, and then I was back at the apartment at leisure again. I slept in the evening, and at around 1.30am was awake and lubed for when the waiter returned. We both had less energy than the previous night, and I needed to get up at a sensible hour this time, but we still managed to fuck three times before he left the next day.

Characters Josh--6 ft, 180 lbs, student, all around athlete (swimming, football, gymnastics) , tight body, bubble butt, 8' cock, long black straight hair that hangs over his bright green eyes and the biggest tooth paste grin this side of the Mississippi. The girls just love him and the guys want to be him. He is super straight. Mr. Jaxx-- 6'2", 210 lbs, early 40's, teacher, big muscular build ( extensive weight training), short light brown crew cut, blue piercing eyes that look right through you, and a permanent scowl/smirk that intimidates both the girls and the guys. Wild rumors abound about Mr. Jaxx, everything from being a former porn star with a giant 10 inch cock, to being known to hold students against their will and subject them to all types of unconventional experiments after school hours. His sexuality is unknown and questionable. Some complaints filed by parents in the past and then mysteriously withdrawn. Josh is a transfer student and is late for his first day of school. He finally finishes completing all the necessary paperwork in the main office and is handed his weekly schedule of classes. The first class of the day is Health and Sex Education with Mr. Jaxx. After scouring the halls for the classroom, he rushes in just as the bell rings and class ends. Mr. Jaxx gives a stern quizzical look and asks who Josh is and what does he want? Now quite red faced and almost stammering the boy explains that he is a new student and apologizes for being late to class. He simply got lost trying to find the room. Mr. Jaxx, arches his eyebrow, gives a cold condescending stare to the boy, looks him up and down and in a dismissive tone says to Josh that he does not tolerate lateness and now Josh has detention and must make up the class. Because the school will be closing at the end of the day for a Teacher's Workshop, Mr. Jaxx gives Josh a piece of paper with an address and tells him to be there at 7pm sharp. When Josh arrives at the address he is surprised to find it is in a very sketchy part of town and looks more like an abandoned warehouse than an apartment building. He rings Buzzer 2D, as written on the paper, and gains entry into the building. He knocks on the steel metal door and Mr. Jaxx opens the door wearing white baggy shorts and a black tank top. He tells Josh to come in and have a seat on the well worn thread bare sofa. He offers him something to drink and not wanting to be rude Josh says sure. Mr. Jaxx hands him a glass of juice, unbeknownst to Josh it is laced with a generous amount of G. He tells Josh they will have to improvise since they are not in the classroom and Mr. Jaxx does not have access to his teaching tools. He says he likes to begin his Health and Sex Education class by teaching the negative effects of drug abuse, particularly how it can affect decisions involving sex. He starts by showing Josh a short film which is in essence a gay porn film where the hot guys are smoking meth and after slamming, rip their clothes off and begin having animalistic sex. By now the G is starting to take effect and Josh is feeling very light headed and warm and getting slightly aroused for some strange reason. His head is spinning. He is wondering what is happening to him. Mr. Jaxx stops the film and hands Josh a blue pill and glass of juice and tells him to swallow it. With some confusion he does as he is told and then Mr. Jaxx snaps at him as says, " Lesson #1, how stupid are you? Never take a pill from a stranger. Fortunately I just gave you candy but in another setting this could be dangerous." The teacher then produces a glass pipe and a lighter. He hands the pipe to Josh, lights it and tells him to inhale when he's told to and hold it until he's told to breathe out. Josh hesitates and appears baffled but Mr. Jaxx assures him it's okay and to do what he is told, he's the student and Mr. Jaxx is the teacher. The first hit is a mild one and Mr. Jaxx explains how pure white smoke in a clear glass pipe can seem completely harmless. He has Josh repeat the procedure 5 more times, each time making him inhale more and hold it longer. The G, viagra and now the t is taking the desired effect and Josh is feeling very strange, very horny and quite unsure what is happening to him, it feels sort of good but at the same time feels very wrong if that makes any sense. Mr. Jaxx then says the next step is a lesson on what to do if you come across someone who has overdosed. He explains and demonstrates how to tie a tourniquet on the person's arm and then says you inject him with the Narcissan drug to save his life. He tells Josh in this case, they will only be using water, although any clear liquid will do and the person (err victim) will cough and that is normal. He injects Josh with a mega dose. Mr. Jaxx says it's now time to discuss anatomy and safe sex. He says since he doesn't have the classroom mannequins sp Josh will need to play the role of the dummy, err mannequin. Mr. Jaxx instructs Josh to strip and get naked. The slam pushed him over the edge between the clouds, viagra and the g he is putty in Mr. Jaxx's hands. The teacher discusses the various human body parts, such as the penis, vagina and the ass and the correct way to have intercourse. He proceeds to lube Josh's hole and shoves several fingers up his ass. The boy moans and clamps down on the fingers and lets out an audible ''no' when the teacher removes them . Mr. Jaxx asks Josh if he is gay or straight and in a loud almost defiant tone Josh says 'I'm 100 % straight. Mr. Jaxx just sneers to himself and nods. Next he says there are tests to determine whether a person is gay or straight. If you are a man you either place your penis in the vagina or the asshole. He says since Josh doesn't have a vagina he will demonstrate using Jack's hole. He says always wear protection unless you are married and want to have children. The teacher then says there are certain things you should not do and he will go down the list. First, never put a penis in your mouth. It can be quite unhealthy. As he says this he shoves his penis into Josh's mouth and tells him to start sucking it. He slaps him very hard on the side of his head and says 'no teeth'! Second, he withdraws his cock from Josh's mouth and says 'never' fuck bareback, it can be dangerous and you can get Aids and as he tells him he shoves his raw dick into Josh's well lubed hole. Third, he tells him never ever go to a stranger's apartment as you never know what can happen. He proceeds to rape Josh mercilessly depositing loads and loads of cum up his once negative and now ravaged hole. Fourth and finally he tells Josh that the whole episode is being filmed and that if the boy tells anyone he willl release the tape on the internet and send copies to his parents and other teachers. He tells Josh that he is going to be Mr. Jaxx's new private whore and anytime he wants his ass he is going to take it. He also is going to be sharing it with others and making some money off his ass. Josh has been taught a valuable lesson from his new teacher. Never be late to class again! Reply ,

Well I wasn't expecting this story to be so popular so I guess I can give part 2 a shot! Hope you like it as much as the first part. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes 😅. Part 2 As I was getting dressed I felt that there was still cum on me in various spots clinging to my clothes. I can't stand the feeling so I quickly take them back off and decide to take a quick rinse. I set my clothes, gear, and phone in the corner and headed into the shower area. Unfortunately they weren't exactly private. "OH your still here nice!" I jumped thinking I was alone. "I'm just rinsing off and heading out" "Aww that's a shame my buddy just got here and when I told him about you he was pumped to get a turn" "Wait so you fucked me?" "Yeah, you were pretty popular had to wait my turn but damn was it worth it" "Glad you enjoyed yourself, but that wasn't something I had the choice of doing." I explained the situation to him, he seemed shocked and apologized for his part in it. All the while his cock came to life rock hard leaking a bit of precum from the story I told him. "I had no idea, I thought being bound and used was just a kink of yours" "Well it is, but in a controlled environment, I like to have some say" "I wanna make it up to you, I have a pair of cuffs that that you can have. They have a safety latch so you don't have to worry about a key. Whoever is with you can just push that latch and boom your free!" I thought about it a bit, and decided to take him up on his offer and take the cuffs as I left. "Okay let me just throw on my clothes my husband's waiting for me in the car so I'll just grab it and go." "You can put them on in my room, don't want to draw another crowd. Besides I wanna make sure my friend didn't run off with them already" Well hearing that made me nervous and to afraid to attract another crowd I listened, grabbed my clothes and phone and followed him thru a maze of rooms. "Here we are" He unlocked the door to let us in and I was surprised at how big the room was. I thought there was only small ones. More surprisingly tho the room had about 8-10 people fucking a bottom, he was surprisingly quite for the fucking he was receiving. "This our replacement bottom for the party?" A big burly bear type was steering at me strocking his big pierced cock. "No he just came for a little gift, he's tho one I was telling you about that was bound in the swing" "Fucking hot man, sure you don't want to have another go?" I told him I was fine that I needed to get back to the hubby, just wanted to take the cuffs and go. I couldn't stop looking at the fucking happening before me "Ahh well the cuffs are in one of those bags, here have a drink relax a little while he grabs it" He got up and handed me a bottle of gateraid. I contemplated it and figured I was extremely parched. So I walked over grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. I was alot more thirsty than I thought. He was grinning at me as I sat on the bed, I felt a bit light headed. "I need to get dressed my husband's waiting for me" "You sure I could really use a hole to shove this in" He was rubbing my thigh while stroking his cock. His hand started exploring my body working it's way to my hole. He started rubbing the entrance to my hole telling me how wet it is. I tried to push his hand away but he was to strong ans my energy was leaving me, what's going on? "Here let's lay you down and get you more comfortable, I'll just lay your things over here" He grabbed my clothes ans phone setting them next to the bed. Guys were starting to gather around me. "Found the cuffs, and the spreader bar!" The original guy came back over. "OH you change your mind?" I tried to tell him no but could only let out a mumble. "He took the whole bottle of G, so looks like we found our replacement bottom after all" I felt the bed shift as the husky man got between my legs. "Night night baby, well take good care of you" I heard the door open and a few more people walk in before I passed out. They grabbed the other drugged up bottom, and i later found out that they just layed him ass up in the dark rooms. They wasted no time getting me flipped over so I was face down ass up. They cuffed my hands behind my back, bound my legs in a spreader bar and propped my ass up with pillows. When they propped my ass up it let some cum and the end of a condom pop out. "OH hell yeah this ass is loaded and ready, go spread the word. Let everyone know we have ourselves a community cumdump" The burly guy lined his dick to my hole but before he could push in my phone started ringing. He looked over and saw it was my husband. He grabbed my phone ignored the call, then called him back with facetime. "Hey baby whats taking so long. Wait wtf is this" "Your boys a bit busy right now, he's taking a little nap, but me and the guys are gonna keep him company." "Hey you fuck leave him alone" He just ignored my husband's demands aimed the camera at my hole. He started scooping up the cum leaking from my ass with his PA before catching it on the condom sticking out. Then started pushing into my hole slowly. "Fuck this boy has a nice hole." "Please stop!" He ignored him again and just started Jack hammering my hole. You could see the loads trying to escape as he fucked me hard and deep. "Fuck here's another load for you boy!" He breed me deep slamming hard a few time to push it in as far as he could. My husband was quietly sobbing as he watched. "Tell you what, if you can cum before the next gut breeds him, well stop. If not. . ." He was grabbing a tripod and propping the phone so all you could see was a first person view of my ass getting fucked. The hubby could see the next guy lining up to fuck me. "So if you cum before my buddy here we'll stop, if not we give any ans everyone access to this hole. I want to see you jack it and shoot that load." He turned on the screen record function after saying that. "Okay please let him go after this." "Well you better hurry he's already picking up speed" My hubby angles his phone and pulled out his dick, jacking furiously, watching my hole get used and getting more and more turned on "Fuck take this load bitch!" "Damn looks like you couldn't cum in time, but you gave it a good shot so I'll give you another chance" "Thank you, I'm so close" The next guy was already entering my hole he was big. The camera didn't show it but he also had a biohazard tatt about his dick "Alright final chance" They were racing, my top fucking my ass like he was trying to break it. My hubby vigorously stroking trying to cum before my top breed me "Fuck here it cums, fuck ahhhhhhh. Take that dirty cum bitch" With that my husband shot his load all over himself. Shooting one of his biggest loads. "Damn that was a nice load boy but . . ." My top pulled out and you could see a stream of cum pouring from my hole "You were a little to late" The next guy was already fucking me. "But you gave me one hell of a show, tell you what, come back inside. If you can find us another bottom he's all yours. Ill keep the call going to help you on your hunt bjt the conversation ends here. I have a hole to breed" With that my husband had no choice he started to wipe the cum off of himself and found himself getting turned on again seeing the husky guy line up with my hole before plunging balls deep. Possible part 3 coming depending on how you guys like this

For the next three nights, I had the waiter in my bed. Maybe sleeping right above his place of work was convenient, or maybe he just liked fucking me senseless and then going to sleep still buried in my cummy hole. Either way, he was now a regular visitor, and despite the fact I was knowingly taking poz loads from him, I did not resist. Truth be told, something had awoken in me, and I had basically come to terms with the fact that being a top for so long in my relationship had kind of broken me. When I got home, whether my boyfriend stuck around or not, I was going to be poz and I was going to be getting fucked regularly. I came home one afternoon to a note that had been pushed through the door. “I bring someone tonight” it read. I felt my stomach flutter, and decided I needed to focus on being both rested as well as able to enjoy whatever was going to be happening to the fullest. I got on the phone and pushed back an appointment the next day so that I could start late morning, and then showered before lying down. After sleeping for quite a while, somehow used to this semi-nocturnal life I was living, I set about getting myself cleaned out before showering again. I then lubed up, pressed in my dildo, then went and sat out on the balcony to smoke and have a drink. I was undeniably nervous, but also really excited for what would be my first ever threeway. It was around 1am when the buzzer went, and as per the new norm I used the buttons to unlock the building door and then opened my own front door so the waiter could just come in. Moments later he strode into the apartment, but it was the man behind who got my attention this time. He was shorter and older than both of us, but looked pretty muscular. Where the waiter had opted for what I thought were massive chains round his neck and wrists, this other guy was operating on a whole other level. I was surprised he could stand up straight with the size of the piece round his neck. He saw me looking at him, and gave me a wink and a grin. “Hello” he said. “I am here to fuck you.” “OK” was all I could utter in response. “Naked” the waiter barked at me, and I quickly pulled down my shorts and removed my T-shirt in response. “Your bedroom?” the other man asked. I pointed, and then followed him as he made his way in, the waiter right behind me. As I reached the bed I felt a familiar hand on my back, and taking the sign I got up onto the mattress on all fours. The dildo had somehow stayed in place, but it was whipped out of me and in no time the waiter was buried deep inside me again. He got into a firm rhythm straight away, and I just took the fuck while looking up at the other man who was, in turn, watching me. After a few minutes, the other man removed his T-shirt, and I could immediately see that the bare skin of his arms was misleading as his torso was covered in ink. It was an elaborate design involving a cobra wrapped around a huge biohazard symbol centred on his navel. The cobra’s body disappeared round one side of the torso, and perhaps sensing my interest, the man turned around to reveal the design continuing onto his back, with the serpent’s tail evolving into a scorpion’s sting. Like the waiter currently fucking me, this other man wore his tattoos as a statement of intent. After he had shown me his back, the man turned back around, got up onto the bed on his knees, and presented his huge and presumably toxic cock to me to suck. I happily swallowed it down as my body was rocked back and forth by the waiter’s thrusts, and my first spit-roast began. It felt so amazingly right, and I knew then that it was going to be something I sought out a lot more in future. I loved sucking cock and at least got to do that a lot with my boyfriend, but doing it while a massive raw cock reamed out my other end was pure heaven. The waiter eventually blew yet another of his loads in me and withdrew, and the two men swapped positions. I licked and sucked the waiter’s cock to get it clean, doing my best to distract myself as I was stretched even wider by the other man pushing into me. He gave me a moment to adjust before he began to pound me, and this time I could not help but moan around the waiter’s cock as I was fucked. It was intense and a lot to take, but I loved it at the same time and was a little disappointed when he suddenly sped up and blew inside me. After disengaging and notionally throwing on some clothes, we all went out to the small balcony to smoke. The two men spoke in Greek as though I wasn’t there, but gave me some attention again once the cigarettes were finished. I was ushered inside and this time put on my back on the bed. The waiter lifted my legs up, slid into me, and then bent toward so his face was quite close to mine. It was only when he started slightly grimacing that I realised what was happening: the other man was pushing into the waiter’s hole, starting off a chain fuck. “He poz me” panted the waiter. I knew this must have meant that the man who had fucked me earlier was the one who had converted the waiter, who before this point I had assumed was a total top. It was so fucking hot, and as much as I was loving looking up at him making faces as the thrusting began, I knew I had to get to see this happen properly at some point tonight. That opportunity came after a few minutes when the other man sped up a bit, and everything going out of sync caused the waiter’s cock to slip out of me. Before he could re-insert, I pushed myself backwards and rolled away, standing up and turning around to watch. It was so amazing to see that giant of a man bent over and taking the huge cock, his massive neck chain swaying like crazy as he was rocked back and forth. I knew I had to get to fuck him as well, so I went and stood right beside the two of them. The other man maybe sensed what I wanted, and withdrew from the waiter. In a flash I slid in between them and pushed my erect cock into the waiter’s muscular arse. I did a few rapid thrusts before I felt a hand on my back, so I leaned forward and tried to relax as the other man inched his massive cock into my hole. Wow. Being in the middle was definitely something I liked, whether I was on all fours being spit-roasted or taking the ‘versatile’ position in a fuck-chain. Topping the waiter was also a serious rush, especially as it turned out he was a very eager bottom. He was so fucking manly and dominant, but now my neg cock was inside him and he was loving it. I reached down and grabbed his colossal neck chain, gripping it in my hand and pulling it back like the reins on a horse. He seemed to love that, and began pounding himself back against me so that I only had to stand still while he fucked himself on my cock while the other man barrelled slightly vertically into me from behind. This was fucking awesome, but it also took me over the edge far too quickly and I found myself roaring out as I blew inside the waiter. I slumped forward onto his back, and then we both rocked back and forth as the other man gradually worked himself up to orgasm and exploded inside me for a second time that night. All night went on like this. The waiter and I regularly traded places, and on one occasion we were both on all fours next to each other, eyes locked in contact as the other man alternated between us. All of their loads went up my rear end, but I added a couple more of mine into the waiter’s needy hole. I could not believe the transformation in him I had witnessed just because of the other guy’s presence, but it never stopped being a massive turn-on for me. He seemed to know that, but was also quite relaxed about showing me his versatile side. I guess we were pretty similar in that way, and I was also starting to get quite into the idea of investing in some massive chains of my own when I got home given how much I liked the look on the two of them. Whether I ended up covered in poz-themed tattoos was another matter, but perhaps once I inevitably converted I would get into that. Morning came all too soon, and with a final couple of loads delivered into my gaping hole, the two men left. I was utterly fucked out and fell asleep within moments of them leaving, before I then had to get up and go back to being a professional for the rest of the day. That night the waiter was back, and we returned to normal business with him topping me all night and adding a couple more of his poz loads to the collection I was already building inside of me.

Author's Note: This is a chapter-based novella that follows a variety of characters. Each chapter will have a disclaimer about who is narrating it. I will post the chapters as I write them, so please comment to encourage me to continue. It is a work of dark fiction. Fetishes include intentional HIV infection, kidnapping, rape, and torture. 01 TONY “You have HIV”, the doctor said. My name is Antonio Mancini, I live in Sicily, Italy. I am the heir to the Cosa Nostra Cartel, a mafia group from my region. My father is the leader of this group and since I was little I learned to have discipline. But I have always been addicted to sex. And I have never worried much about protection. A few months ago, I met two girls at a club, we danced and we had a good time. They really liked the drugs I had with me. I was sure I was going to have sex with them. But when we were walking to the car, about to leave, they said they couldn't leave their friend who was with them to the club. I said I could give the guy a ride, but they said they would only have sex with me if he was included. I had never had sex with a guy before, but I was curious. Within minutes of us getting to my house, I was balls deep in him, hard as a rock. I completely forgot about the girls and I enjoyed the night like never before with that man. They left and he stayed to sleep with me. He also fucked me hard and came about three times inside my ass. That was the best night of my life. After having sex with a man for the first time, I was hooked. Sex with another male was so much better than sex with a woman. Over the next few weeks, I went to every gay club in town and had sex with every type of man I could find. White, brown, blond, black, Asian, Latino. I didn't care, I just wanted the thrill of another guy cumming in my guts. Whether they used a condom or not was always their choice, I never cared about that. And I really liked to get bred. Meanwhile, the mafia's work continued. I always carried a gun, participated in transactions and followed my father everywhere. I had to learn to be a leader like him, after all, I would inherit all of that. What my father didn't know was that I had always been a bit more sadistic than he was. I had always enjoyed torturing and killing other people. When he sent one of his henchmen to do the dirty work, I would volunteer to do it in their place. For this reason, no one ever suspected that I enjoyed having sex with men. The problem was that a few months after I started having sex with other guys, I felt very sick. It felt like the flu, I had a fever, I was shaking and I had chills. I even became delirious at times, it felt like my body was going to give out. A family doctor said it was just a cold and gave me some medicine, but he told me to go to a hospital and do some tests. When I was feeling better, I went to a private clinic that didn't keep patient records. The doctor ordered some blood tests and now I was getting the results. When I heard I had HIV, I was in shock for about three seconds, but then I realized it made sense. I had been letting strangers cum inside my ass for months, it was bound to happen at some point or another. I was never afraid of dying, I learned to be brave since I was a child, because of my line of work. Knowing that I had a deadly virus inside me was nothing compared to my father's threats. "You can start treatment immediately," the doctor said. "What do I have to do?" I asked. "I'm going to order some more tests to check your viral load and find out what type of virus you have, but you can start taking the medications that make the viral load decrease. In the first few weeks, you'll feel some side effects, but they'll soon go away." "No," I replied. "I don't understand," the doctor said. "I don't want to take anything for now, I'll think about what I'm going to do," I explained. "I don't want any strong medicine destroying my body." "It's the virus that's destroying your immune system, not the medicine," he tried to insist. "But if you don't want to get treatment, I can't force you, it's your choice. I just have to remind you that you shouldn't have sex with anyone without a condom, even oral sex. Because infecting another person on purpose is a crime. You don't want to go to jail for having sex with someone. Are your sexual partners men or women?" "I don't see how that's any of your business." I left his office without saying anything else. I committed crimes as often as I changed clothes, so I wasn't worried about one more crime. By the time I arrived at the Cosa Nostra headquarters, the doctor’s appointment was already far from my mind. His words, the ones that tried to convince me that something was wrong with me, seemed insignificant compared to what awaited me. My father was sitting in his chair, as always, with a cigar between his fingers and a gaze that seemed to pierce anyone who dared to lie to him. He looked up when I entered, and I felt the weight of his question before he even asked it. “Where have you been?” His voice was calm, but I knew his tone well. It was a trap, a way to test my loyalty. “I made some rounds in the city,” I replied, keeping my gaze fixed on his. I thought about saying that I went to visit my mother, but that would have been pointless. I hadn’t seen her in months, and he knew that she meant nothing to either of us. She had simply been the one chosen to bear the heir, and nothing more. He didn’t ask any more questions, and I felt a fleeting relief. “I have a mission for you,” he said, taking the cigar out of his mouth and pointing it at me. “There’s a journalist, fresh out of college, causing chaos in the city. He sticks his nose in where he doesn’t belong and talks too much. His name is Carlo Barbieri. He thinks he can solve every crime in Sicily by himself. We need to find a way to silence the boy.” I remained silent, waiting for him to continue. I could not rush Aurelio Mancini. My father didn’t like to be pressured, and I knew he would say what needed to be said in his own time. “He’s covering a restaurant awards ceremony. Then he’ll go home alone. Take two of your men and kidnap the boy.” “When will this happen?” I asked. “Tonight,” he replied, as if I had asked an obvious question. “It will be done,” I said without hesitation. “Where should I take the journalist?” “Keep him hidden in your place for a few days. I will soon give you instructions to take him to the docks.” “What are you going to do with him?” I asked. My father smiled, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “There is a faction leader in Nigeria who is interested in a new sex toy, because his huge dick broke the last one. He will pay well.” That was nothing new. We had done similar business before, but never with a journalist. Carlo Barbieri was a well-known name, and his disappearance would cause a stir. But my father didn’t seem worried about that. He had everything planned, as always. “Understood,” I said, nodding. “I’ll take care of it.” “I don’t want him to get hurt, that would decrease his value,” my father said and just turned his attention back to his cigar, as if the matter were already over. I left the room, feeling the weight of this mission on my shoulders. Two of my men were already waiting outside, and I waved them over. “We have work to do tonight,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Get ready.” They didn’t ask any questions. They knew that when I spoke like that, it was best to just obey. I walked back to my car, thinking about what was to come. Carlo Barbieri was just a young man, someone who believed he could change the world with words. He didn’t know that in Sicily, words had a price, and I was about to exact his. The night fell quickly, and we positioned ourselves near the restaurant where the awards ceremony would take place. The journalist left around midnight, alone, as my father had said. He walked distractedly, unaware that he was being followed. When he turned into a dark street, I gave the signal. My men acted quickly, covering his mouth with a cloth soaked in chloroform and dragging him into the car. He didn't have a chance to fight.

Hi, guys. I've posted before about the sauna I frequent in London, and I went there again this past Friday. Everything seemed to come together to produce the most fantastic experience of my life. In short, I got fucked fifteen times in a little under four hours, and 13 different guys shot their loads up my ass! They ranged from a fat guy with a four inch dick, to a thin guy with a huge dick (more about him later), from a group scene in the restrooms on the third floor, to a really slutty scene with me laying in the sling, legs up, taking cocks one after the other until my ass was just dripping spunk. I think the sling scene was best - this fat, middle-aged guy started fucking me and by the time he was ready to cum, there were three or four others watching. When he finished, a nice, athletic looking guy with a big dick took his place and began fucking me really slowly, moving the sling back and forth. He really turned me on. He kept smirking down at me, sort of secretly, and I suppose he might have not cum if I'd asked. But I told him to shoot it, and when he came he just sort of held the head inside me and squirted just inside. When he pulled out I felt round for my hole, and there was there was this huge gob of spunk sliding out. A small, hairy bear-like guy was watching. He put his finger in me and felt for the spunk. He was really excited. I said "come on, do me." He practically launched into the saddle and shoved a short, but fat dick up my oozing ass. He was all red and sweaty and after a while he gasped "where do you want it?" I grabbed his hips and held him in me. "Inside" I said, and he let loose, slamming his cock into my hole he shot. I just want to say about the restroom. I went up there and fell asleep naked, face down on one of the benches. Suddenly, I felt some one climb on top of me. What a shock! One minute I was dozing, the next a guy was crouched between my legs, shoving a very long, thick cock up my ass! Fortunately, I was wet with spunk and lube. Then a few other guys came into the room, presumably to take a piss, and I heard someone say “let’s take turns fucking him." I surmised word had got round about me. The guy on my back was very thin: I could just see his face silhouetted over my shoulder and reach back to feel the boney legs straddling me - and he was shivering and gasping as the other guys fed him poppers. His cock was smooth and it kind-of tingled as it slid in and out, almost like a burning feeling. I lay there helplessly as someone straddled my head so the top could suck some cock he fucked. I felt my spine tingle as I glanced back and saw the gaunt, excited face of the guy riding me - I suspected, no, I knew he was far gone with AIDS. I looked around, and the other guys were watching and jacking, eager to take me, pale excited faces in the dim light. The guy in my hole started to shake and jerk - should I stop him? Should I? Then I lay my head on my arms, raised my ass a little, and accepted his cum as he shot it into me. I swear I could feel it burn as it flooded me. When he'd finished, he started to giggle and climbed off me. He was really skinny and bright eyed. "Wild!" he said, "really wild. You're fucked man." Then his buddies got me kneeling on the couch, as the next cock slid up my tingling hole. I can't tell you how excited I am.

My buddy Hamish is a big lad, tall and broad and his cock is 10 inches and thicker than a coke can. For long enough he’s wanted to fuck me but I was too nervous about taking his enormous cock up my arse. Finally, about 4 months ago I said he could fuck me. I spent 3 days before getting my hole ready. I stretched it out using ever bigger butt plugs until I was well open. The day came and I stared at his massive hardon wondering how the fuck am I gunna take that. We were both well lubed before he mounted me doggy. He pressed his helmet on my hole and pushed into me. It took about 5 minutes but finally he was balls-deep in me. My hole was at its limits, full of his meat. He stared fucking me and I began to relax. After about 10 minutes he flooded my hole with his sperm. He enjoyed it and I discovered I could take a massive cock.

Mike practically screamed and his hole was split open. Stars burst before his eyes. His ass burned. But just for a moment. As quickly as it had come the pain drifted away leaving only the euphoria that only came from being stretched wide by a fat cock. His screams turned to moans, his body relaxing. “Yeah. Fuck yeah boy. Take my fucking cock. That’s it. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Isn’t it? You’ve been dreaming about my fat cock in your tight hole. You’ve been dreaming about me splitting you open and filling you with my hot seed. Fuck yeah. I’m going to fucking fill you up boy. My seeds going to be leaking out of you for days.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Fill me up!” Sir slammed his cock in and out of Mike’s hole. They were both sweating. The room already stunk of musk and sex. Mike’s body was shaking under Sir’s intense pounding. There would be no going back for the boy now, Sir knew. He’d admitted to himself what he wanted, what’s more he’d given into that want and he’d never be able to ignore that. He’d probably feel guilty, or embarrassed for a couple of days but that would soon be replaced by horny desperation. Then he’d be back, begging Sir for another load, and when he did Mike would be fully under Sir’s control. Mike held his legs under the knees, keeping them pressed tight to his chest. His breath was ragged, as it was forced out of his with each powerful thrust from Sir’s cock. He felt his hole opening up as Sir kept up his blistering pace. All resistance had gone out of his body. He’d been taken over by the pleasure of his fantasies coming true. Sir grinned at the boy’s slack jaw and whimpering sounds. “Fuck you’ve got a sweet hole boy. Its going to be so fun to ruin. Fuck. Its going to be so fun to turn your tight college hole into a fucking cumdump pussy. Fuck yes!” “Ruin me Sir! Please! Make me your cumdump. Make me your sub! Make me your fag boy.” “Oh sweet boy. Sweet sweet Good Boy. You’re already my fag boy. You were my fag boy when you came smelling my load in your briefs. You were my sub when you got naked for me just because I told you to. You were my sub when you swallowed my piss down without question.” “Fuck Sir!” “Now you’ve admitted it there’s no going back. You’re my fucking sub faggot.” “Fuck!” “What are you boy?” “I’m your faggot sub Sir! I’m your boy!” “That’s right! And once my loads in your hole you’ll be my cumdump.” “Fuck yes Sir! I want to be your cumdump!” “You want to feel my load leaking out of you?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to feel me drip out of your hole while you’re sitting in class like a fucking slut?” “Yes Sir! Make me your slut!” “Yeah. You’re a slut for raw cock aren’t you? You love being filled with cum!” “Fuck yes Sir! I love it. I loved having your load inside me so much! I loved feeling it leak out of me!” “Yeah fucking faggot! That’s it. Sexy little slut. Your hole looks so good stretched around my cock. Fuck yeah. Your hole’s clinging to the sides of my cock. Can you feel that? Can you feel me pulling your hole out with me? Opening you up?” “Holy shit Sir! It feels so good! Your cock is so fucking thick! Its so good. God, I love your raw cock. I love it deep inside me! Fuck yes! Stretch me out Sir! Fuck! This is even better than last time!” “That’s because you know what to expect boy. You’re not shocked. You’re ready for it. You’ve given yourself up to your cock lust once before, so now its easier to let go and just enjoy it. Next time it will be even easier. The time after that you probably won’t even question how good it feels. You just give in. You just give me this warm wet hole and let me fuck it till it’s a gaping cum filled pussy.” “Fuck! Yes! Sir! Fuck my hole till it’s a cummy pussy! Fucking breed me Sir!” Sir grabbed Mike’s legs and held them apart hammering his cock down into the boys hole. Mike’s eyes rolled backwards. The feelings were overwhelming. His hole had become the center of his universe. His cock lay, still only half hard, against his stomach streaming precum into his trail. That didn’t matter. It was all about his hole and how good Sir’s cock felt pounding into it. Drops of sweat fell for Sir’s face onto Mike’s chest. The room felt hot and stuffy. The air was permeated with the hot smells of rutting men. “Good boy. Take my dick. Take it deep. That’s it. Open up for me. Open that hole. You feel that? I’m past your second hole. Your body remembers. Your body knows how to take my dick now. Your body wants to give itself to me. That’s because your hole was made to be bred.” “Fuck yes! Make me your cumdump Sir! My hole needs to be fucked! I need your raw cock! I need it! I fucking dreamed about you breeding me! I need this!” “Yes you do boy! You’re a fucking faggot! A sub boy! A bottom pig! You need to be filled with cock. You need raw dick. You body craves it! You need it! You need my cock! Fuck yes!” Sir was panting now, his strokes becoming animalistic and erratic. Mike knew what was coming. Sir sneered at him, his face contorted with the effort of not cumming. He couldn’t hold it back though. Mike’s warm hole was too much for him. With a roar he slammed his cock into Mike and started to cum. Thick hot ropes of cum pumped into Mike’s guts as Sir’s balls contracted. Mike closed his eyes savoring the warmth that spread through him.

The next two nights were the same, but then the prospect of my imminent departure suddenly became a thing. “We go out tonight” said the waiter, as he got dressed on my penultimate morning there. “I finish early, you be ready.” Well, I was as ready as I could be when he did indeed show up that night, and I duly followed him back downstairs to a motorbike parked in the alley. I put on the spare helmet and then sat behind him holding on to his impressive torso as we took off into the Athens night. We ended up a remote part of the perimeter of the abandoned old airport, and after he parked and secured the bike we walked to an opening in the fence and climbed through. He seemed to know where he was going so I just followed him through the darkness until we reached one of the disused Olympic venues. We wandered into the structure below the stands until he was happy with a chosen spot, and then he told me to strip. I took off everything except my jockstrap, then slid my trainers back on to protect my feet. It was hard to see what I was doing, so I took his direction as he used the light from his phone to indicate a steel beam I should bend over. Within a moment of getting into position he started to push his cock into me, and I settled in for yet another poz breeding. He took his time, and I realised he was probably just stalling until some others arrived. I was right, as eventually a couple of guys turned up, followed by a few more. I guess the waiter decided there was enough of an audience, and accelerated his thrusts until he slammed in one final time and unloaded in me. Once he had come down from his high, he pulled out and someone else replaced him. I couldn’t really see who was there, as what light there was from phones was pointed at me so they were all in he gloom beyond. The second guy fucked me quite roughly, bred me, and then was replaced by a third. At this point, however, the waiter bent over next to me on the beam, and he was soon rocking back and forth as someone fucked him. He groaned slightly for a bit as he got used to it, but then as he adjusted he turned to me. “All poz” he panted. I had assumed as such, but my dick still got harder at the confirmation that I was being fucked anonymously by a crowd of poz men outdoors while trespassing. This really was a sordid way to see out my time in Athens! The waiter took a load or two, and then stood up and disappeared out of view. I stayed where I was, being taken in turn by various men and enjoying the variety of shapes and sizes of cocks that were being thrust into me. In due course another man bent over where the waiter had been and took a load, and a while after another guy did the same. Then the waiter was back, and this time stayed put as men used us side by side. Despite my initial impression of him, he did seem to actually be quite an eager bottom. It still turned me on like crazy to have him next to me getting fucked just as hard as I was, given what an expert top he was in our normal sessions. Eventually the numbers thinned out, and after two men blasted into us almost simultaneously, the festivities were over. My back and legs ached as I stood up straight for the first time in what must have been hours, and I was very glad of the water bottle and lit cigarette the waiter passed to me. Once we had both recovered a bit we used some tissues to clean up the excess cum from our arses and legs, and then started the walk back to the bike in silence. It was a bit uncomfortable sitting on the motorbike for the journey home, so I was glad when we got back. Without a word said the waiter accompanied me upstairs to the apartment, and we took a shower together before climbing into bed naked. He got into the big spoon position behind me, pushed his cock into my gaping hole, and then we drifted off to sleep. The next day was my last in Athens, and it started with a gentle fuck before the waiter disappeared off. After another shower I headed to the office for the final handover of the project to the client, and then came back to pack and start cleaning the place up a bit. The waiter showed up at the end of the night again, and we didn’t do much sleeping as he was focused on giving me as many loads as he could muster. Unlike normal I spent most of the time on my back with our eyes locked together, no words really needing to be said as this ‘project’ was also taken to its conclusion. Then, in the morning as we sipped on some coffee, the waiter wrote down his mobile number on a slip of paper and handed it to me. “You tell me when poz” he said, and I just nodded. Then he was gone.

18-inch, fat, double headed. I love sharing a double headed dildo with a buddy, both of us riding, in our ass lips meet in the middle and kiss.

The two men grinned at each other over Mike’s panting body. The one who had just bred Mike’s hungry hole pulled out and took his friend’s place at his head. He slapped his dick on Mike’s mouth prompting the boy to turn and suck the man’s dick clean. Even in the dim red light Sir could see the big grin on Mike’s face. He loved sucking cock. He loved tasting all the cum from his hole too. “Come on, let’s go. I gotta piss.” The first man said to his friend. “No need to leave!” Mike said eagerly and opened his mouth wide. “You want my piss load too boy?” “Yes please Sir! Piss down my throat!” “Fucking faggot,” replied the man who had just fucked him. “Piss in the boy’s mouth Sam.” The first man closed his eyes for a second, aiming his cock at Mike’s mouth. Sir watched him take a few calming breaths, willing his cock to go soft enough to let out a stream of piss. Then, suddenly after a long pause, hot piss shot from his cock head directly into Mike’s waiting mouth. The boy let his mouth fill with piss before closing it for a spit second to swallow. Only a few drops splashed onto the floor, the rest he gobbled up greedily. “Jesus,” Sir thought, “how the fuck did I get so lucky with this one. He’s a natural born pig.” “Swallow it. All the way down. That’s it. Get my balls on your chin boy. Show me how much you need this cock. We both know you’re desperate for it. You haven’t been able to think of anything else. You’ve been dreaming of this fucking cock. Show me how much you love me cock.” Mike was desperate. He had his hands on Sir’s hips, pulling himself forward, shoving Sir’s cock down his throat. He swallowed hard willing Sir’s fat head to sink even further down. His eyes were watering. Thick spit dripped from his chin. His face was red. He was sweating. His dick was not quite hard, hanging down over his balls, but a constant stream of precum leaked from the tip till it formed a puddle on the floor. “Good boy. Show me you need this cock.” Sir pulled his cock from Mike’s mouth. A long string of spit hung between Mike’s lips and it’s head. Sir grinned. “You like sucking my cock don’t you boy?” “Yes… yes Sir.” Mike panted. “Look at your little cock leak. You’re not even hard boy and you’ve made a mess all over my floor. You fucking love being my little cock sucker.” “Yes Sir! I love sucking your cock.” “No… not just sucking my cock, say it. You love being my cocksucker.” “I love being your cocksucker Sir!” “Good boy. You’re such a Good Boy. Say it again.” “I’m you’re cocksucker Sir!” “Perfect. Now you’re starting to learn your place. What you really are. Last time you were here you didn’t know what you were in for. You just went with the flow, did what felt good. You didn’t really know what you were giving into.” He was holding Mike’s chin in his hand, keeping the boy’s face turned up to him. “This time. This time you came here on purpose. You knew that coming here ment giving yourself to me. That’s what you wanted. That’s what you’ve been dreaming about. Open your mouth.” Mike did as he was told. Looking right up into Sir’s eyes he opened his mouth. He was expecting Sir to force his cock back down his throat. Instead, Sir grinned, seemed to suck his teeth for a second and then spat a big wad of spit right into Mike’s mouth. “Swallow boy.” Mike gulped. He’d never had a man spit in his mouth like that. He felt momentarily ashamed to admit it, but he found it hot. “That’s it. Swallow my spit boy. It turns you on to submit to me. Its not just my raw cock that you’ve been dreaming of is it?” Mike paused, even though he was here kneeling in front of the man he called Sir it was hard to admit. He nodded. “Not geed enough boy. You’ve got to say it. Good Boys have to speak up.” “It turns me on to submit to you Sir.” “Good boy. What else?” “I… It… I want you to use me Sir. I want to be your Good Boy.” “That’s it. Good boy. All you have to do is be honest with me and yourself, and you’ll get everything you could wish. Open your mouth again.” Mike opened his mouth, lookup up at Sir’s lips ready for his spit this time. Sir, however, had other plans. He put the tip of his cock on Mike’s chin and held the boy’s head tight in his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to relax. “I expect you to swallow every last drop.” For a second Mike was confused and then the first drop of hot piss hit his tongue. None of his previous hookups had involved anything remotely kinky. He’d never considered the idea of drinking another man’s piss. Yet after a few seconds his mouth was filled with Sir’s hot salty piss and he know he either was about to disappoint Sir or had to swallow. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then he swallowed again. And again. He gulped down Sir’s entire bladder’s worth of piss till his stomach felt warm and full. Even as the stream ended he daren’t move, he just sat there with his mouth open, ready for more. “Good Boy. Good Boy.” Sir said, running his hands through Mike’s hair. “That was perfect. I’m so proud of you boy. You didn’t even flinch. You just swallowed my piss because I told you to. You sexy little fuck. Did it turn you on? Did you like drinking my piss right from the tap?” Mike licked his lips, he looked up into Sir’s eyes and answered honestly. “Yes. That was so fucking hot. It was so… so… [banned word]. Like so wrong. I never thought about drinking… Fuck Sir! That was so fucking hot!” “Fucking pig.” Sir said and grabbed Mike under the arm pits. He dragged the boy up into a bear hug and pressed their lips together. His tongue forced its way into Mike’s mouth. The two tumbled backwards. Sir dragged Mike onto his lap. Instinctively the boy spread his legs and straddled Sir’s torso. They kissed franticly. Mike’s hands roamed all over Sir’s body. He grabbed despearatly at his perfect man’s chest, feeling the thick hair that grew there, the pert sensitive nipples. Sir moaned into Mike’s mouth as the boy’s fingers flicked across his chest. Mike ground his ass back against Sir’s steel hard cock. The spit slicked head rubbed against Mike’s hungry hole. Last time it had taken lots and lots of prep for him to even consider taking Sir’s cock. This time he was desperate for it. He broke their kiss and spat into his hand. He reached behind him and speared Sir’s cock head with his spit. Sir chuckled. “You want it bad don’t you boy?” “Please fuck me Sir!” “Oh I will boy.” Sir grinned, “But your sweet hole cant take me like that, not yet any way.” Sir grabbed Mike by the hips and tossed him onto the bed. They landed together, with Sir now standing at the foot of the bed between Mike’s legs. He bent down and kissed the desperate boy one more time before kneeling down and spreading Mike’s legs. “Time to open this hole up and start making it into a proper pussy,” he said before diving in. Mike moaned. Sir’s tongue felt blissful against his hole. It was better than he remembered. His body felt electric. He pulled his knees into his chest exposing his hole to Sir. Greedily the two slammed together. Sir devoured the boy. He couldn’t help himself. Watching the boy become a piggy sub in front of his eyes had him ravenous. He needed it just as much as Mike did. He needed to feel Mike’s hole become slack around his cock as he fucked it. He needed to feel Mike’s hole slowly bloom and gape, becoming a well used boy cunt. He needed to breed Mike. He needed to make the boy his. He forced his tongue roughly forward, forcing Mike’s hole to open for him. The boy moaned, gasping as Sir tongue fucked his hole. Sir knew Mike wasn’t as open as last time, knew that his hole wasn’t as well prepped, but he couldn’t take it any more. He stood up, looking over his prey and lined up his cock. “Please, please Sir. I haven’t… I haven’t been able to think of anything else since you fucked me. Please Sir! Fuck me! Please fill me with another load. Use me! Make me your boy. Fuck my hole into a pussy!” “You want me to turn your tight little college boy hole into a pussy? You want me to fuck you till your loose and gaped? Dripping with cum?” “Yes please Sir!” “You know normal college boys don’t have boy pussies. Do you know who has boy pussies?” “No Sir…?” “Cumdumps. Subs. Fag boys.” He pushed his cock against Mike’s quivering hole. “Is that what you want to be boy? You want me to turn you into my cumdump?” Mike paused. He knew the answer but he struggled to say it. Sir pushed his cock against Mike’s hole again. Mike groaned. “Fuck. Yes Sir. I want to be your cumdump.” “Good boy. You want to be my sub cumdump?” “Yes Sir!” “You want to be my fag boy?” “Yes Sir! I want to be your fag boy Sir! I’m your faggot. Please fuck me! Breed me! Make my hole into a pussy!” “Good Boy.” Sir growled and shoved his cock into Mike’s hole.

This will be a relatively short story, based a little on real events, but also greatly exaggerated. Also im not a writer and I know this so sorry about any Grammer issues lol. Me and my husband are relatively open, we often look for a third for the bedroom. Well lately we both got into the idea of fucking in a public area, to put on a show. We didn't know where to start so decided on the local bathhouse. Flex here in cleveland. I wanted to make it a little exciting. I wanted to get cuffed in a swing. This excited the both of us, he loves being in complete control. So on a Saturday night, we grabbed our cuffs and headed to the local bathhouse. It was alot busier than we thought (probably because it was a Saturday night). Now we've been here once before on a much slower night, so we had a general understanding of the layout. We decided we would use the swing thats in its own tucked away room, there was just a door with a padlock, and red-light. He helped get me in the swing and cuffed my hands and feet to the straps so I couldn't pull away. Then he put a ballgag and blindfold on me, to help with the roleplay of it all. I wanted to feel like I had no control and just feel like a hole. Well while we were setting up a couple people saw and stayed for the show. He lubed up, taking his time to put on a show, and slowly started to enter me. He was getting me nice and open before he really started to fuck my hole. He was going so hard I thought the swing was going to come falling off, it felt like he was trying to break my hole. He was putting on one hell of a show, calling me a stupid cumdump slut for getting tied in a swing for men to use. He was really turning me on, I could hear guys cheering him on. "Fuck yeah breed his little ass" "fill that little cumslut" and so on. I was in complete ecstacy. I could feel a couple hands on my thighs and felt someone who must have been jacking from the show shoot on my thigh and balls. This sent my husband over the top and he jack hammered in to me 3-4 times shooting his load deep into my hole before collapsing ontop of me. "Fuck that was hot, hope you guys enjoyed the show" He pulled out and went to undo my wrist, when another guy lined up and started to enter me. "Hey, we were just putting on a show this is my cumslut, gonna have to find another" I could hear him scoff a bit clearly upset. He slammed balls deep once and pulled out. "Thats cool I'll just bust on him" I could hear people get disappointed that they wouldn't get a turn and the room was emptying out, besides the guy vigorously jerking while massaging my balls/taint. "OH fuck, I don't have the key for the cuffs, SHIT" I felt panic start to set in, am I really stuck in a bathhouse swing??? He's gonna have to go find the key and the only lock for this door is on the inside to the room. My husband pulled the blind fold over my eyes and pulled the ballgag from my mouth. I could finally see, and noticed the muscle daddy still jacking at my hole. "Hey sorry to cut this short but I'm gonna need a minute here alone" I could see the daddy smirk and say okay and walked out. My hubby closed the door to the room. "Okay so I'm going to need to go grab the keys to unlock you, I'm hoping that they're in the car so it should be a quick run to the parking lot. Tho worst case scenario I'm gonna have to run home and grab them" "Really? That's like 30 min away, are you sure you don't have them tucked away somewhere?" "Positive, look I'm going to run and make it as fast as I can, I'll close the door to the room so nobody comes. I'm so sorry" "Uhg it's okay, it was definitely a hot experience just PLEASE make it fast I don't like being alone in this position." "I will don't worry! I'll be right back!" He gave me a kiss took a step out the room looked around to see if there was anybody nearby waiting to use the room. It looked clear so he shut the door and headed out. No more than 2 min after he shut the door, someone was opening it. It was the muscle daddy. "oh I thought you guys were gone by now, he really lost the key?" "Yeah he's running to the car to grab it, he won't be long" "OH okay, well I'll stay and keep you company. There's alot of guys here who would love to take advantage of your position. " "Thanks that's something I was very worried about" I felt nervous especially since he never shut the door after walking in. "Of course, and I'll also finish jacking on your hole while we wait, I help you, you help me. " He walked between my legs and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing on my hole. Playing with the load that was now leaking out of me. "Okay I guess that's fair but, please no fucking" "Thats fine what I'm doing feels amazing and the view ain't bad." He was jacking and brushing my hole with his tip and I could feel him poke ever so slightly into my hole a few times. I let out an involuntary moan because it was just so sensual and hot. That was a mistake. "You like that don't you?" "Yeah it feels good but please remember don't stick it in" "he's really taking his time aint he? I have an idea let's get these back on you first of all." He reached over and pulled my blindfold down and put the ballgag back in my mouth. He started poking his head in and out of my hole. "If your husband can make it back before i cum, then I'll only cum on you, but if he can't . . ." I felt him scoop the load that was shot on me earlier, which he must have used to lube himself up, before slamming into me balls deep pulling me in as he did. All I could do was let out a muffled scream. "You get whored out door open to anyone who wants you" I tried to fight the restraints but it only turned him on more. He started Jack hammering into me. I started freaking out wondering where my husband is . "Looks like we got another crowd forming here. I hope he's fast because bitch I'm getting close." It felt like what must have been 15 minutes by now, did he have to go all the way home? That means I'll be here for another hour alone. I didn't have much time to think however because my rapists pace started to quicken and I could hear him grunting and sure enough o felt it. The unmistakable feeling of a cock twitching shooting rope after rope of cum deep in my ass. "Fuccck that hole is nice and tight, but I don't think it's going to stay that way." I fought the restraints some more. Crying into my gag begging to be left alone. "You trying to turn us on more? Because it's working, love a bottom who squirms" I felt him slowly pulling out, I assume for the unlookers, so I try to push him out faster, big mistake. You could hear a "pop" as his head left my hole followed by the sound of cum pouring from my hole and splashing on the floor. "Welp I don't see him anywhere so it looks like your ass is free game boy." He slapped my ass, pulled out a marker made a tally and started to walk away. "I'm not sure when his husband will be back so if you want to breed his bitch better make it fast" I felt another guy line up and shove balls deep. Making me scream into the gag. "Fucking lucky find, not often we get a no limits cumdump taking loads" "I haven't cum in a few days so your gonna get a big load, fuckkkk and fast too your so wet and tight" I could feel guys on both sides of me rubbing there precum covered cocks on my inner thigh. "Here it cums bitch, fuck yes take this load" He made another tally and I felt another guy take his place and just stopped fighting it, I was just their little rape hole. There wasn't anything I could do. I started to lose track after the 8th guy who raped their load into me, they were so quick one after the other cheering each other on. I felt some of then just shoot their load on my hole while it was still being fucked, another all over my thigh and balls. I was bother covered and filled with so much anon cum. "Damn you've been busy boy" I recognized the voice to be my first rapist "Well I brought you a few gifts for all the hard work you did" I could feel him pressing something into my hole, one, two, three I was starting to feel a little full. "I went around finding all the cum filled condoms I could find for you, could only find 12, now to just pack them deep in you. " He lined up and hammered my hole "Well fuck your not tight anymore, but thats okay I love a sloppy hole" "Gonna give you one last load before you get your final gift" He hammered at my hole hard trying to cum as fast as he could "Fuck yes slut your never going to forget this, fuck here it comes" He breed me one last time deep. He pulled out and admired my destroyed hole. "Well I promised you 1 final gift" I felt someone line up at my hole and start pushing in what felt like a baseball bat. I was screaming into my gag again trying g to pull away. "Calm down baby I'll open you up first, start nice and slow. This is only the head, we have another 10 inches to go" "I found him fucking some bottom in the asylum, takes him forever to cum." "Yeah everybody struggles to take me, but you'll get the job done right?" "Alright I gotta head out, I work tonight. If you want to make sure you finish you might want to shut and lock the door, his dumb ass husband left to find the keys to unlock him so who knows when he'll be back" "Aight thanks for the heads up, and for the hole, good shit" I was horrified at what was going to happen, I felt him pull out, I heard the door shut and lock latch. What was going to happen to me . . . "Now it's just the two of us. Fuck I'm gonna tear that ass up boy." He lined up again and I kept trying to fight free and stop the assault. "I see you want it rough huh" He grabbed me by the hips with one hand and lined up with his other. And slammed into me balls deep. I never felt that kind of pain before. I was seeing stars it was just too much. "If you wanna fight it ima have to give you all 12 inches the hard way." He started slam fucking me it was too much. "Fuck you can really take some dick, so much Nutt pouring out of you. I can't remember the last time I got to rape fuck a hole, should have started like this" I was struggling to stay conscious it was all so painful he was so deep it hurt so bad. "You might be the first person to make me cum more than once" I couldn't take it anymore and passed out . . . Unknown to me he fucked two loads into me after I passed out as well as 2 more cum filled condoms he was holding onto. I came too when I heard knocking at the door, my big dicked rappist still just taking long slow strokes in my hole. He picked up the marker and made 4 tallies. I also felt him writing underneath them. Before he pulled out. I never felt so empty before. "Hot ass man message me for the content, looks like we're done" I heard him take a few steps back, stand there a moment then I heard a photo shutter, he was taking a picture wtf. "See you around" He turned unlocked the door opened it and left. "Oh shit" My husband was back and quickly got me out of the restraints. Apologizing profusely. I took my blindfold and gag off. "I'm so sorry I had to drive all the way home, then that guy was asking me all kids of questions when I got back about the restraints, and if i ever let other guys fuck you, I'm just so sorry" That asshole kept him distracted to make sure his friend got to finish "It's fine I just need to go to the bathroom" "Of course take your time I'll be in the car unless you want me to come with you? "No I just need my clothes and my phone" "Of course here you go" He went to the car, tho I noticed he was rock hard as he left. I went to the bathroom to wash off and get dressed. I looked in the mirror, and could see on my inner thigh what I counted to be 38 tallies and a phone number. I remembered what the last guy said and decided to text it. "Hey I'm untied, what did you want to show me?" "Hey sexy that ass was hot, I want it again. Here's something to remember it by" He sent me over a picture of me still in the swing, hole gaping and leaking cum and condoms, it looked like I got fucked by the hole bathhouse. I reached for my hole and sure enough I could feel a condom poking out. I decided to just shove it in get dressed and get out of there, I'd take care of it at home. But first I responded back "That was so painful, I've never went thru anything like that. But I can't help but to find it hot in some sick way if you want to rape my hole again let me know" With that I finished getting dressed and went out to meet my husband The end P.s. the real life version of this he did forget the key but it was in the car. And only 2 guys raped my hole (they were watching the show and mad they were teased) before he got back. I didn't want him to feel bad for leaving me there so I just told him it was his cum.

A buddy of mine recently had surgery. It was laparoscopic, so he got several incisions in his belly. He came by my place about two hours ago, ready to fuck for the first time since his operation. I sucked his cock and ate his ass for quite a while, then he put me on my back and went inside me. He kept telling me how he's going to take me out to where an old fuck buddy of his lives and watch while his buddy shoves his beer can cock up my ass and floods me with cum. That set him off and I took his load, the first he'd deposited inside someone since his surgery. Then he got dressed and hurried off to be home before his wife. I feel honored to be able to help him with his post-op recovery.

same here, they are the best ☣️😃

I think that's what happened to the guy Saturday night. He wasn't sure about frozen cum in his hole, so I used a piece that was maybe 1/3 of the "normal" size. When he realized he liked it, I went and got a whole cumsicle, slid it into him and followed it up with my dick to push it in even further than I could with my finger. He enjoyed every minute of it! This was after I'd already pumped one fresh load into him. And even before I deposited the second fresh load into him, he was loving how creamy his hole felt while I was churning the first load and melted cumsicle into cumbutter in his hole...

Think the most public was when I was in my twink days, chatting online with a sex shop manager, who invited me down to try out some rubber shorts and harnesses. The shop was the type you had to be buzzed in, blacked out windows. One thing led to another and I ended up being fucked by the manager. Just after he loaded me, the buzzer went so he pulled his trousers up and buzzed the customer in. I was about to get clean myself up and get changed when he went "do you want to use my boy?" to the customer who had come in. Long and short, I went home afterwards with a free harness, pair of rubber shorts, and two loads in my arse. Ended up "shopping" there a few more times after that, great sales technique!

Asher sat in his last class of the day, horny again, unable to get the moment the guy from last night came inside him. He craved the Warm wet throbbing feeling of the man Cuming inside him. Even the fact that the guy had pozzed him. Made Asher throb. ‘You horny?”’ the man messaged just about as class was getting out. “Of course lol.” Asher texted back. ‘My place now!” There was a pause. “I have a surprise for you.” Asher was excited and was at the mans house in less than twenty minutes. “That’s not bad boy.” The man said by way of greeting. “Thank you, sir.:” Asher smiled as he walked in. Asher started to strip. “Not yet boy, and call me daddy.” He stopped asher. Asher hesitated only slightly as he got in the man’s car, but the man quietly took Asher to a ran down part of town. “This is a bath house.” The man said. “You belong in a place like this.” Asher was a bit confused there were places you could go to take a bath? Like in ancient rome? As the man paid for them to get in, asher soon realized this was nothing like a bath house from rome… this was a place for public sex. Asher stripped down when ordered and put his clothes in a locker, he covered him self. “Some guys like smaller dudes, espically the guys your gonna meet.” Daddy smirked at a now bright red asher. Asher had never felt so embarred, he was naked around other men, not only that they were staring at him like he was a piece of meat; He followed daddy, to a little room with miorrs on the wall with to guys fucking. Asher just watched as the two men grunted and groaned. Asher even subconsciously started to play with himself, until he noticed a smirk from daddy. The top grunted, and the pair left. Daddy put asher on his knees and elbows. Asher watched in the mirror as he was mounted like a bitch. He grunted, as daddy slid into him kinda hard. “Ohh daddy.” Asher moaned. Daddy chuckled. “Take My poz Dick, you little poz bitch.” Daddy grunted loudly enough for most people to hear him. “Daddy.” Asher moaned sounding extra helpless hoping daddy would stop, and not notice how embarrsed he was. Daddy pulled Ashers head back. “You’re a poz whore now, get used to how I treat you, you derserve no better.” He whispered in Ashers ear. Asher held his head down, as daddy fucked, his poz ass. Daddy was right he was too ‘toxic’ for most neg guys now, even on meds. If toxic meant what he thought he did. He moaned out involuntarily as daddy pushed in deep and hard, hitting a spot in him he could only call special. Why did being a whore feel so good? “I am a whore daddy!” Asher shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, still unable to raise his head in shame. What would his parents think? “No you’re a worthless whore!” Daddy corrected by pulling ashers head back. Asher hung his head as soon as daddy let his hair go. “Im a worthless wore!”Asher shouted. “Whoes worlthes whore, are you?: daddy asked. “Yours!” Asher answered back. Soon all asher could do was moan, as daddy really let his ass have hit. He was going to get an ass full of hiv, of poz cum. He watched dads legs as the pushed daddys pelvis in and out of asher. Dady grunted and panted and slammed in hard, and gave asher that warm wet, and pusleating feeling he so craved. Asher moaned out, his cock trobbed, and shot a rope of cum in his face, and he let the rest hit is worthless wore face. Daddy slid out, and to Ashers horror another man mounted him. Asher raised his head, but the man slid inside him before he could object. Asher moaned out, the man grabbed asheres shoulder and pulled him back, forcing his head up. Asher looked around and the line of guys who wanted to beinside of him, his cock got hard again. The kind of chubby stranger sped up, like dady did when he was going to cum. He slammed in and out of asher grunting, holding asher down, which made ashers cock throb. “That’s two poz loads for you bitch.” The man said sliding out. Six more men, breed ash, some more than once, daddy three times. All of them poz. Daddy put a larg butt plug up ashers leaky ass, and the two went back to Daddies house. It was late, and Asher knew he wasnt going to make it to class. But that is what Daddy wanted. Daddy had found his young house boy, pozzed him, the last thing he wanted for asher was to learn independent thinking.   Daddy took Asher back to his house, it was time to put Asher in his proper place, for the night. Daddy Took Asher to his bed room, and laid Asher on his stomach, Asher moaned as daddy took the but plug out of him, and slid in side of asher. “Such a fucking faggot.” Dady grunted as he started to fuck Asher loos and sloppy hole. Asher had taken all poz tops a few of them even dropped a few loads in his boy. Asher was his boy now, weither Asher knew it or not. Asher wouldn’t be going to class tomorrow, instead he’d be spending the day with his daddy. Asher moaned as daddy bucked his hips a few times, pleasing daddy. Asher laid pinned to the bed, under daddy, completely helpless, to stop what was about to happen. It was time to lay seeds of decent in Asher’s relationship with his parents. Daddy saw the shame when the one top mentioned Asher’s parents. “You really are a cum dump.” Daddy moaned as he fucked asher slowly. “My cum dump.” He whispered in Asher’s ear. “That wortless small little cock wouldn’t please anyone.” Asher grunted, as daddy slammed into him. “You take six strange poz men in a bathhouse, and let me poz you yester day, what would your parents think?” Asher felt shame knowing theyd be upset he was poz, and willingly no less. “You know the only men that will fuck you are poz guys like me.” Daddy said. Asher faded out as he fucked him. Asher lay quietly thinking and taking the cock that pozzed him., not only was he a cum slut, since aparatnly he let anyone cum in him, he was a whore, cause he was poz. Asher felt the warm wet pumpoing of daddies cock as asher took his last load of the night. Daddy fell asleep inside of and on top Asher.

Cody found a new sex life, and he was god in it. He was hung, young, and always ready to burst toxic cum. Tonight he was looking for some completely anon and nsa sex, so he was at the arcade in the book store, a first for him. It was dark dirty and dingy, not to mentioned cramped. There were guys lustfully mentally undressing him as he searched for a spot. He walked in to a booth and closed the door it wss no biggers than 5 by 5 with a hole cut out waist level, there was an ass pressed to it, with a nice looking hole. Cody went to his knees grabbing it and held the legs in place and ate out the hole working his toung and spit deep in it. The bottom was disappointingly quite, cody stood and pressed the head of his cock againts and into the hole of the man. The mans hole was hungry Cody slid in fast and essy. He felt wet in the mans ass cody slid is cock out and it was covered by other mens cum. Cody grunted it was so hot and pushed the cum back in. Cody slid his fingers around the bottom hips and held him in place as he built up a rhythm of hard fast and sweety. Cody was getting close,the pleasure from his climax was unreal, he felt his cock throb and he slmammed into the bottom. “you want my poz load? “ he whispered as his cock throbbed his first rope of cum into the bottom cody thought of as neg. The bottom jerked away, but cody had enough grip that he couldn’t get away. cody thought he probably was neg, but codys cock throbbed again and pumped the guy full of more wonderfully toxic cum. “just take it its ok” cody whispered as he finished still holding the man. Cody let go. “ bastard” the man grunted while he left. Cody held back a chuckle and slid his cock back through the hole. Maybe not telling them was better, codys cock throbbed at the idea of actually stealthing some one. it was the ultimate feeling power. The door closed and two sets of young lips walked up and cleaned codys cock. The namless lips, eyes and chin sucked cody really good for three minutes but cody wanted to breed. “give me ypur ass. “ cody grunted quietly. “I don’t know., “ a young voice replied like younger than cody. , “come on” cody pressured. “ I want your cum. “ the voice said. “ and youll get it some where else. Ass! “ cody demanded as he removed his cock from the larger than nesscary hole. There was a sigh and the sound of pants hitting the filthy floor. A nice small and tight ass was placed in the hole. Cody got to his knees and burried is toung in to the hole, making the twink moan for minutes. Cody stood put his cock againts the very tight hole. Cody was just about ready to slid in. “stop… “the voice said almost frantic. It took every ounce of self control for cody not to penetrant the bottom, still he tightened his grip on the hips. “could you come over here? “ Cody thought, he wanted to blow his load in him anonymously but… “sure but I can get a bit rough. “ There was a pause. “ok come over” Cody slid his sweats up and went to the other room, it looked bigger from the outside. guys were now eyeing cody with a lot more respect. He knocked on the door, and it unlatched. Cody went in and dropped his shorts, before the door closed and before he got a good look at the bottom. He looked at the bottom, and recognized him as a guy that used to give him crap in high school. He was younger than cody, cody gussed this had to be his senior year. This was going to be hot and feel good for two reasons. They guy didn’t reconzie cody hower. Then cody realized it was highschool lunch hour, and he smirked. Cody pressed the bottom againts the wall, and gently slid his toxic cock inside his old bully. He knew how powerfull edging a bottom was, how if done right it could drive a bottom to do nearly anything. Cody started to stoke the bottoms pleasingly small cock. “does that feel good?” cody asked faking concern so the bottom wouldn’t back out. The bottom moaned and nodded his face pressed against the smooth bathroom stall style wall. Cody throbbed his cock deep in the bottom, and he moand pleasingly. “you know im going to cum in you? “ “yea” the bottom moaned and nodded. Cody slowly built up a rhythm, untill he was going so hard that the bottom moaned loudly after each powerful thrust. Cody glaced over at the holein the wall and noticed a set of eye watching. Cody felt the bottoms cock spasam, he squezzed his head hard ruining the orgasm, and he fucked the bottom harder. Now the bottom was practically screaming, and the wall was rattling. Cody brought the bottom to his edge again, and ruined it. Cody was enjoying himself too much to be close to cumming. Twinks had the tightest asses and this twink bottom was no exception. “im going to breed you so hard. “ cody grunted louldly the bottom nodded. Cody brought the bottom to his edge ruined it, and wiped the bottom precum on his stomach. Cody was close now, so he started to bring the bottom close to his point, but not quite there. Cody was close to shooting now. “im going to cum. “ he said. “ do it. “ the bottom moamed. Codys cock throbbed and he had to slow down to keep from cumming. “im poz. “ cody said slowing down more, he had to hear his bullies response. “i… I.. Don’t care. “ the bottom moaned. With that cody slid out, grabbed the head of his own cock and calmed himself down. Cody forced the bottom to the floor, the bottom now noticing the eyes on the way to the floor. “theyre fine” cody grunted getting ready to remount the bottom. Cody mounted and slid back in the now well-worn ass. Cody quickly restarted thrusting hard. Cody forced the bottoms face to the sticky grimy yet slick floor. “yea whoes bitch are you. “ “yours” the bottom moaned out, barely audble over the claping sound codys hips were making againts the bottoms ass. Cody grunted and started plantimg his ditry seed with violent and uncontrollable thrust into the bottom. The bottom moaned as he recived codys hot cum. “that’s it just accept my poz load you worthless whore.” cody grunted very loudly his hips still spasiming into the bottom. Cody shot nine thick and large ropes. Cody stod pulled up his pants and opened the door. “thanks Sean. “ he smirked down at the quivering bottom, who looked up horrified at cody, still unaware who cody was. New chapter Cody saved up a few days worth of cum, and got on sniffies. He posted his usal ad, dom poz twink 4 neg and went on to watching some porn. He had been edging for days and was kind of bord with what he could find porn wisd. He found no messages, so he went to the park bath room seeing it was active on scruff. He found went into the empty stall and tapped his foot under the stall three times indicating he was a top, the guy in the other stall tapped his foot twice indicating he was a bottom. Cody drooped his sweat pants and let his semi hard toxic tool flop out flinging pre cum forward. Then he got on his knees pressing his pelvis againts the wall of his stall. Cody moaned as a pair of lips started teasing the head of his cock before taking most of him, before gagging. After cody was hard and pulled his cock away, and the bottom put his larger cheeks under the stall. Cody pressed his cock againts the bottoms hole his precum caused his cock to slide effortlessly over the mans hole. Cody gripped his cock working his cock up and down the hole. “fuck me! “ the bottom moaned. “im poz” cody whispered slowly pushing in the bottom. “can you pull out? “ the bottom moaned uncontrollably. “yes” cody groaned as he slid all the way in, pretty sure he wouldn’t be pulling out. Cody quickly worked up to nearly to his breeding speed, then to his breeding speed bring him nearly to his climax then slowed down. He did this a few times. “I want to cum in you so bad. “ “me too” the bottom moaned out when cody was close to his climax cody sped up and let his climax come he slid into the bottom and pumped his load deep in the bottom. “oh fuck… “ the bottom moaned now knowing he was being pumped full of toxic seed cody smirked and slid out. , “I cant believe I did that” the man said half in shock. codys cum ran down the bottom’s ass and down his leg. “I can you cum dump.” Cody said coldly. Cody let the bottom leave and left him self. Still horny after pozzing another neg ass, he hopped back on sniffies and found someone had messaged him. It was a 21 year old twink, that had profile pics. Cody smiked at them he was shorter than cody, had bl9nd hair and green eyes. ‘you want my toxic load? ‘ cody asked sitting in his car. ‘mmmm yea. ‘ ‘once I start I wont stop untill im done’ ‘hot’ Cody went to the twinks house, or rather his parents’ house, and the two quickly to the twinks room which was hotly very messy and smelt like the twink. “ god your hot” the twink blushed. Cody smirked and dropped his sweats letting his hard cock flop out. The twink looked shocked, but got on his knees and started to suck cody. Cody took out his phone and started to record it. “mmmmm. “, cody groaned loking down at the good as poz twink, running his hands through the twinks hair pulling his head on to codys cock. Cody forced the twink onto a pile of his own dirty clothes, spit on the twinks hole, mounted him. The twink moaned out as he took codys poz dick. “that’s right just take it. “ Cody pushed the twinks face down into his own pile of dirty clothes. “you’re a fility pig” cody grunted, as he slowly started to work his cock in and out of the twinks tight hole he slapped the bottoms ass and it contracted hard around codys cock as he thrusted in hard. The twink moaned out. ‘taking my poz cock in your neg hole in your fility room, in your parents house. “ cody sneared. Pinning him down now by supporting himself on the bottoms shoulder pinning him. Cody was so horny, this twinks ass was so tight, he slapped the twicks ass again. The twink moaned out. Other than moans the twink had been hotly quiet, just taking codys cock and the hot verbal cody was throwing at him. Cody colapsed on the twink pinng his hands, and pinning his legs with his own. Cody worked his rhythm up to a breeding speed, cody felt like he owened this little twink, that this twink was no good to him other thank to take his poz load. Cody grunted slammed in to him and let the twink have it. “ohh fuck I cant belive your pozzing me!” the twink moaned as codys cock pumped him full of cum. Codys back arched forcing his cock in deeper delivering more of his venom deepee int the cunt. “why wouldn’t i?“ cody started to fuck his dirty load in the innocent twink. “You were dumb enough to let my poz cock in you bare, you knew I was poz, and you let me pump you full cum…” cody bit his lip and pinned the bottoms hips to the pile of dirty clothes and railed in the bottom. he was really into this the way he was talking to this bottom and the bottoms silence was so hot, so he continued. “your not a man, and never where just a play thing for men…” cody grunted as he fucked another load into th boy, his boy. “have another dirty load. “, he panted as he thrusht irregularly in the bottom, pumping him full of the good stuff again. Cody regained his composure a teased the bottom with some violet thrusts. “ now you’re a nasty man’s play thing, only real men like me willfuck you and we will only pump you full of our poz cum.” Cody closed his eyes and bit his lip and concentrated of fucking a third load into the now whimpering and crying bottom. Cody knew his words struk a nerve, making them all the hotter. He slid in and let his cum pump, dump in the local sperm bank. The bottom moaned quitly, tears still in his eyes. “this is all your good for and the only thing you’ll ever be good at.” Cody finshed slid out and got ready to leave. “whyd you have to be so mean? “ the bottom sniffled. Cody smriked at the curled up bottom on the pile of its only dirty clothes. “the truth often hurts, but now you know your place. “ cody showed himself out.

“I knew you’d be back sooner or later,” Sir said opening the door with a smile, “Though, I thought you’d actually take a little longer to come around. I’m impressed boy.” Mike had lay on his sticky sheets paralyzed by his own revelations for another hour. He’d told himself he should get up and shower the evidence of his wet dream away but found himself unable to move. It felt like someone else was guiding his hand when he’d picked up his phone. As if some subconscious decision had been made without his conscious mind being made aware. He immediately opened up the hookup app he told himself he was done with, pulled up Sir’s profile and messaged him. There was no big confession of his lust or anything like that. Just simple pleasantries and then Sir telling Mike to come over in an hour. Almost as if in a dream Mike had gotten dressed, not bothering to shower the dried cum off his body, and went back over to Sir’s house knowing that it meant he was going to get fucked raw again. Sir ushered the boy inside and looked him up and down. He looked a little rough, like he hadn’t been sleeping. He was cracking, Sir thought, he loved getting bred, it turned him on so much but he felt guilty about it in the post nut clarity. But, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating him up. He wanted it again. So now here he was, more nervous than he had been the first time because he knew what was coming and it scared him how much he wanted it. Sir smiled, this was perfect. He’d had a good feeling about Mike from the beginning of their first meeting. He was pliable, formable, with a natural lilt towards submission. If he pushed the boy just right he’d become one hell of a fag boy. “It’s ok that you’re nervous,” Sir said as he caught Mike around the waist. He pulled him close and planted a firm kiss on the boy’s lips. Mike was stiff for a moment, but his resolve faltered and he melted into Sir’s embrace. That’s it boy, Sir thought, give yourself to me. “We’ll take it slow, we won’t do anything you don’t want. But… I’m guessing that since you’re back… you’re after something special.” Sir grinned at Mike. The boy looked sheepishly up at the older man and nodded. “Go on, it’s ok. Say what you want. Tell me what you need. Be a Good Boy.” There it was, the phrase that had been subconsciously ringing in Mike’s mind for days. Good Boy. He took a deep breath, looked Sir right in the eyes and said, “I want you to breed me again.” “Good boy. You’ve been thinking about my cock since you left haven’t you?” “Yes… Yes Sir. I even…” Mike faltered, but Sir gave him an encouraging smile so he pressed on. “I even dreamed about it. Last night. I had a… I had a wet dream.” “What happened in your wet dream?” “You were fucking me. Over and over. You just kept going. You came inside me over and over again till…” “Till what?” “Till my hole was all loose and cum was dripping out of it.” “And that made you cum in your sleep?” “Yes Sir. The sheets were soaked and I was… I… well… I kinda didn’t think to take a shower. I just came right over, so I still have it all over me.” Mike looked down at the floor embarrassed. What had he been thinking! Sir put his hand under Mike’s chin and tilted his head back up to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to be embarrassed boy. Did it turn you on waking up covered in cum?” “Yes.” Mike said sheepishly. “It turned you on so much you didn’t want to clean it up did you. You didn’t forget. You wanted to be covered in cum.” Mike paused, Sir was right. He’d had every opportunity to clean himself up. He hadn’t wanted to. “Yes… uh… yes Sir.” “That’s right. You like being coved in cum. It’s a turn on. Embrace it. Don’t be embarrassed. Give into what turns you on.” “Yes Sir.” Sir took Mike’s hand and led him back into the bedroom. For a moment Sir considered taking him to the play room, but Mike wasn’t ready for that yet. No. This time he’d need hand holding. He had to relish in how good it felt to give into being a boy. He pulled Mike into another kiss, slipping his hands under the boy’s shirt. There was no resistance this time. Mike let Sir pull his shirt up and over his head, then returned to their kiss. Then Sir pushed undid Mikes pants and dropped them. Instinctively Mike kicked them off to the side. Gingerly Sir slid off the boy’s underpants so that he was completely naked while Sir was fully clothed. It was a power play, a subtle reinforcement of Mike’s place in their dynamic without pushing him too hard. Sir held Mike at arm’s length and grinned. The boy really was covered in dried cum. His thick treasure trail was matted down with it. “You weren’t kidding. That was a big load you blew in your sleep. Was that the only time you came since we last met?” Sir sat down on the edge of the bed leaving Mike standing naked in front of him. Mike felt exposed, but turned on all the same. He was slightly embarrassed to realize the exposure was making him hard. He swallowed, took a deep breath and answered Sir. “No… um… no I jerked off a lot. I jerked off right when I got home actually. I started… I started fingering myself. I could feel your load in me and I got so worked up I came.” “Any other times?” “Well… um… yesterday… your load kinda… um… it came out. I thought, well… anyway it was right before class and my underpants were soaked. I tried to clean it up but I just felt wet and slick all through class which… well… it turned me on. Then when I was almost home it happened again and I… I ended up jerking off with the underpants full of your cum on my face.” “Good Boy. Look down, look at your cock. You’re hard as a rock. It turned you on to tell me that didn’t it? Especially that last one.” “Um… well… Yes Sir. I guess there’s no denying that,” Mike laughed gesturing at his cock sticking straight out, the head already shiny with precum. “You’re learning that you have some piggy tendencies, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s something to be proud of. Something that men will cherish about you. Don’t shy away from that.” Sir took his own pants off revealing an already straining jock. “Come over here boy. On your knees.” Mike rushed forward and got between Sir’s legs. “Go on, get my cock out. You’ve been dreaming of it. You came here for it even though you felt conflicted about that. Get it out and taste it.” Mike’s hands shook a little as he pulled the pouch of Sir’s jock to the side and freed his beast. It somehow looked even bigger than he’d remembered. Bigger and more beautiful. This was the cock that had bred him. The last time he’d sucked it, it has just been a cock he was enamored with. Now, now it was something special. Now it was the cock that had really taken his virginity. The cock that had flooded him with cum for the first time. The cock he dreamed about. He opened his mouth and swallowed the head. His eyes closed tight in reverence. “That’s it boy.” Sir cooed putting his hand on the back of Mike’s head and spreading his legs wide. “Worship that cock,” he said as if he’d read Mike’s mind. “I bred you with that cock. The last time you came to my house you were a safe only college boy but you left full of my spunk any way. And now you’re back for more. Show my cock how much you missed it. Show me how much you’ve been longing for my dick.” He leaned back and pulled his shirt off. Mike’s head was bobbing franticly. He smiled down at the boy, he was fucking desperate for it. It had only been three days and the boy was craving his cock. If he did this right Mike would graduate college a bonified cock slut. Mike lost himself in sucking Sir’s cock. He didn’t care that his jaw had started to hurt or that his eyes were watering from trying to gulp down as much of the thick shaft as he could. He just closed his eyes and drifted away. All of the guilt he’d felt melted away. With his mouth around the cock that had bred him he forgot all that and focused only on pleasuring the man in front of him. Sir moaned in appreciation. Mike really was an excellent cock sucker. He laced his fingers in Mike’s hair, occasionally holding the boy tight to his crotch. Mike would gulp and deep throat Sir’s cock for as long as he could before he gasped for breath, pulling back panting. “Good Boy. That’s it. Good Boy. Suck my cock down.”

Part 4 As my new property lay on the bed in a daze, I grabbed some ties out of Daddy's closet and found a a nicely used jockstrap in the laundry hamper. Grabbing a wrist, I quickly tied it tightly to the headboard, and followed suit with the other. Then I shoved the jockstrap into his mouth and tied it into place. Lastly I tied his ankles in the air, spreading them apart, leaving his oozing hole exposed and vulnerable. "Don't go anywhere boy." I laughed as I left the room, as if he could! He pleaded with his eyes for me not to leave him, but I had some shopping to do. And besides, he wouldn't be alone for too long. A buddy was already on the way over to graciously keep my bitch occupied. I jumped in the Escalade and went on my way. I was gone for about two hours, returning with all kinds of toys and party supplies, courtesy of Daddy's credit cards. I approached the bedroom to sounds of moans and grunts. Enetering the room I saw my buddy Dante standing by the bed, stroking his hard cock while a guy I didn't know was between my whores open legs, sawing his big cock in and out of Blake's newfound pussy. The teenage sluts eyes were rolled back into his head as he moaned non stop. My own snake started to rise while I watched my boy take it again from a total stranger, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. "Sup man!" Dante greeted me. "That's a damn hot new cunt you found! He's gonna be popular! Oh, that's my new friend Kenny currently using him. I figured you be cool with it." "Fuck yea brother," I said, "that little white bitch needs to be totally broken in! And after tonight, he should be!" Kenny just howled as he buried himself as deep as he could into the helpless boy underneath him, grinding his wirey pubes into the tender ass flesh. I knew he was pumping a big load deep inside Blake, adding his load to the several already up in there. As he pulled out, a light pink liquid oozed out of the gaping hole. "Damn that pussy felt good! I never had me a white boy before. They sure are sweet!" Kenny said as he wiped his slimey cock off on Blake's smooth ass crack. Dante wasted no time shoving his hard, black cock up the hungry, pink hole. Blake just let out a long, low moan as he was filled again. Dante grabbed his thighs and pounded the boy as hard as he could, pulling out til just the tip of his cock remained in the cunt, then slammed back in all the way, forcing Blake to grunt from the force. Eventually Dante went rigid and shot his hot load with the others. "Take it cunt!" he shouted as he spit on Blake's face. "Take another load of niggah cum, you filthy white slut! Your new master is gonna make good and sure you get lots!" After he pulled out, we all stood back admiring Blake's growing rosebud. Soon his sweet little pussy will truley look like a blooming flower. I took a buttplug out the bag of toys I bought, and placed the tip of at the stretched out enterence of Blake's new pussy. And it was a fat plug, long and black, with a wide base, wider than even my cock. "Look at me boy!" I ordered him as I started to slide it into him. "Look into your Masters eyes as I plug up the hole I now own!" Blake looked at me with his glazed over eyes as the plug slid in further. Eventually it reached the point where it was meeting resistance, and I stopped, pulling it out. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and the poppers. I untied his gay and pulled the jockstrap out. I wanted to hear him scream as the fat plug ripped his cumhole open even further. I poured some poppers onto the jockstrap and placed it over his nose, then attached the clamps to his little, pink titties. He hissed in pain as they dug into his tender flesh. Then I placed the plug in his wed hole again, pushing in to the point of resistance. "Look at me boy, and tell me you want it! Tell me you are my property now. Beg for that little pussy to be plugged!" "Yes Sir," he meekley croaked, unable to deny what he truely wanted. "You own me now Sir," his voice trembled, admitting out loud his new position in life. "Please put your plug in my ass." SMACK!! My palm slapped him hard across his smooth face, instantly leaving a bright, red mark on his creamy, white skin. Blake's eyes flew wide open in shock. "That is not an ass boy!" I spat at him. "That will never be an ass again! That's a pussy, a cunt, a cumdump, a fuckhole! That's what you will call it from now on! That's what it is! Now tell me what you want! BEG ME SLUT!" "Please Sir," he started, his eyes tearing up, "please plug my pussy!" SMACK!! Another hard slap to add to the first. "Whose pussy is it bitch? It ain't your pussy no more! It's mine! Tell me that!" "Please Sir!" he begged. "Please plug your pussy!" With an evil grin I grabbed the chain connecting those sweet, pink, teenage boy titties and pulled hard and fast, ripping them off as I rammed the rest of the fat buttplug all the way into his dripping cunt. "AAAAAAARRRRRRHHHHH!" Blake screamed at the top of his voice as he jerked in his bonds, unable to escape the pain in his burning tits and inflamed cumhole. His head thrashed back and forth as he howled in agony. "Damn bro!" Dante laughed. "You are one mean niggah!" I just smiled as I watched my new slave start to calm down. "You know I am! And he'll get MORE tonight." I laughed back. "Party starts at 10, will probably go all night. Come on back." "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Part 3 As we drove I reached over and pulled his underwear down, exposing his still hard cock. I admit I was impressed he didn't have Tina dick, at least not yet. I looked at his nakedness in the bright light. He was completely smooth except for his pubes. His face was flushed from the drugs, but it too was baby smooth, making him look younger than 18. He still had some baby fat on him which made me smile. He wouldn't have that too much longer after I turned him into my personal Tina slut. "Play with yourself," I ordered him. "I wanna watch you, but don't cum!" He obediently stroked his little dick, oblivious to the vehicles around us that could see him. I liked how obedient he was! This boy was a prize! In about 20 minutes we pulled into the driveway of his house, a big one that even had pillars in front. It made me think of a plantation house in the south, and I laughed to myself thinking that this time, I was the master! I pulled the Escalade into the garage and we went into the house. Yea these people had money. There was even a pool in the back, with a high privacy fence all around it. Perfect. I noticed a very well stocked bar and helped myself to some very nice scotch. "So why didn't you go on vacation with your family?" I asked. "Fuck them!" He said, flopping on the couch. "They don't give a shit about me. They were happy to leave me behind. Mom's a drunk, and dad's a lawyer. I'm just in the way." Awww, a poor little rich white boy with family issues. Fuckin putty in my hands! "Don't worry baby boy," I said, laying my body on top of his, "Jesse's gonna take care of you." I started kissing him again and he sucked my tongue into his mouth like a hungry pig. My little pig. I took out my pipe and a baggie and loaded a big load. I gave Blake the pipe and told him to hit it. He eagerly sucked in a big hit, exhaling a large, white cloud. "Again." I told him. He hit it two more times before I took it away. "You like that, don't you?" I asked. "Mmmmmm yea." "I got something else you'll like even more." "What's that?" he asked eagerly. "Lets go upstairs and I'll show you." We went up and I found his parents bedroom. I guided him in and pushed him on their bed. He didn't even object. I pulled off my shirt and pulled down my jeans, freeing my semi hard cock. Blake's eyes got real big as he looked at my monster. What really caught his eye was my big P.A. "You ever see one of those?" I asked. He just shook his head no. "They feel extra good." I lied, knowing it was going to tear his sweet hole to shreds. But I was about to get him so fucked up he would be begging for the sweet torture he was about to get. I took my little case out of my pants and pulled out a rubber tube and wrapped it around his arm. "What's that for?" he asked. "Shhhh." I said placing a finger on his lips. "This is the extra special treat. Just trust me." He didn't say another word as I swabbed his arm, he just watched my dick get bigger. Fucking up white boy's made my dick hard. As I stuck the needle into his vein, my cock reached full hardness. I slowly pushed the plunger as my full, fat 11 inches throbbed, ready to forever change Blake's life. I pulled out the needle and released the band. Blake fell back on the bed coughing and I moved like a lion attacking. I grabbed his legs and pushed them back, and before he could comprehend what was happening, I slammed my big, black monster into his cum filled hole, forcing all 11, fat inches into him, balls deep in one thrust. Blake howeled as he was ripped open like never before, and I didn't give the kid a chance to adjust before I was pounding him mercilessly. Over and over I slammed him as hard and deep as I could, digging my P.A. into his guts. Frothy pink cum oozed out of his hole as I shredded his insides, making him forever my bitch. Soon he was moaning instead of screaming as I deep dicked his ruined hole. His head rolled from side to side as he babbled incoherently. "Fuck yea you stupid punk!" I yelled at him as I raped him. "You fuckin take that nigger cock! You're my fuckin whore now! I'll fuckin use you and sell your cunt! You fucking worthless piece of shit! Stupid fuckin white kid pickin up niggahs! Yous a niggah whore now faggot! Say goodbye to your old life!" I kept up the verbal asault as I broke him, physically and mentally. I called him every filthy name I could think of as I told him his new position in life. Soon I was ready to fill him with my seed. "Here you go slut! Take my fuckin load! You fucking niggah cumdump!" I yelled as I pumped my cum into his ripped insides. "This is what you are now bitch. I own you! You gonna make me some money!" I pulled my spent cock out of his bloody cunt as he softly cried to himself. "Shut up bitch and clean off your Masters cock, you worthless pig!" He opened his mouth and took my messy cock into it, cleaning off the mess like a good bitch. When he was done I grabbed my phone and started making some calls.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

After numerous requests, here is the next fictional account of the in the saga of the Kid. Other Kid stories are Kid got everything he wanted The Kid goes to his first bath house. As usual this is only fiction and not meant to actually be done. Some of this would send a person to the ER ( Or worse ) with an overdose. It is for reading enjoyment only, and of course arousing you if you need help with that. Chapter 1 The Kid has had some great adventures with his first party and then his first trip to a bathhouse here he was given drugs and plowed by some of the craziest guys and perverts in the world. He wanted to get back to the first guys next party but cold never arrange time. Between his work and girlfriend, there never seemed to be any time for his private perverted play. He contacted me several time to see what I was doing. I had to have some minor surgery and couldn’t get to the monthly party, and he wanted to have me there when he went next time. He was frustrated with his relationship because while his girlfriend was nymph when it came to sex she didn’t like sucking him to a finish and never would give up her ass. Sometime after his first party he had gotten a case of the Flue and his Girlfriend caught it from him and came down with it a couple weeks later. Since he had met Tina he had a deep driving need to play with her every chance he could and those were very few and far apart. The recovery after the first party was rough but he was able to get back to normal in a couple days after. The second party his recovery was a lot quicker, even though he had a lot more. His insides yearned to be spun again, his desire to feel stuff roaming in his ass and filing him was undeniable. He had met with a few guys but non seemed to satisfy his needs. One black guy was hung, he remembered it hurting and he took it waiting for it to feel better, but it never felt the way it did when Horse was lodged in his ass and Horse was bigger that this guy. One guy actually helped him some in a park one night, he was bent over a bench taking a guy with a small dick and after the guy shot what felt like a couple drops up his ass another guy came over and asked him if he wanted more with a little extra. The Kid started to get up when the guy pushed him back over the bench and proceeded to push a much larger cock up his ass. The guy felt different when the Kid realized this guy had a PA on his cock. It felt cool when it rubbed his hole before the guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and basically impaled the Kid on his cock. The Kid yelled at the sudden intrusion, the guy said “ Shut the fuck up, you want to bring the cops “ ? as the Kid stared to say no when the guy pulled partially out and rammed back in. all the Kid could do is squeak the word “ No “. The Bushes around the area rustled and a couple guys walked up, both had their cocks out and were jerking them. With the position of the Kid neither could get in front of him to get any service. The guy pumped a couple more times when he stopped. He held still. The Kid stared to back onto the cock when the guy slapped his ass and said “ Hold still you little whore “. The guy hen said “ Here comes the Little extra slut “. The Kid was looking at the two cocks off to the side and wasn’t paying that close attention to the guy in his ass. He wasn’t sure what he meant but then felt a warmth spreading in his bowels, he knew form past experience it was the yellow flood of the guy’s piss. The guy said “ Here is your extra, hope you enjoy it “. The Kid was in heaven, this was the first time since the time at the bath house he got this treatment. It really made him feel like a total slut, the pig whore of all whores. He only hoped he would end up getting the other guys cocks up his ass. When the guy was finished emptying his bladder, he started to slowly fuck the piss in the kids insides. He wanted to make sure the Kid could absorb as much as possible. He couldn’t hold off to long, this kids ass was great and had a natural ability to milk a guys cock. The guy cold tell he hadn’t been fucked much, at least not for a while. The Kid was slowly losing himself into the Acton up his ass. His whole body felt warm and almost to the point of being on fire. All he could think of was that he never wanted this to end. He could hear and feel the squishing of the cock as it slopped around in his guts. There was a pressure when he pushed in and it really felt good. The guy eventually picked up speed and some of the nasty mix started squirting out of the Kids ass. The guy slammed up into the Kid’s ass and said “ Take my spunk you nasty fagot punk “. The Kid said “ Yes, knock me up”. The kid could feel the throbbing cock up his ass, firing shot after shot into his ass. The guy slumped over the Kid for a few minutes and the Kid could feel a second twitching in his ass. The guy said “ Yeah, here comes a little more to help you out “. The Kid knew for sure he was shooting a second load of piss in his guts, pushing his cum into areas that it would never come out before it was absorbed. The guy finally pulled out and some of the nasty mix started dripping out, even with the kid in the head down position and trying to hold it in he couldn’t keep it from spilling out. The guy sat down next to the Kid. Even though he was off to the side he could see the cock that just split his ass. Even soft it looked Big and thick, it had an impressively big PA in the end of it, bigger that be thought. The Guy pulled out a glass pipe and started to heat it up. He could clearly see the white smoke in the bowel. the Guy looked over at the Kid and Smiled.

Anal pump. Fucking hot pumping a guys arse to create a rosebud to breed my toxic spunk into.

Nothing wrong with a 350 at all - I sill have a Chev pickup with a 350 in it. Frankly, the earth never did need cars with huge displacement engines poisoning the planet, but .... that said .... for some of us that had them (and 440 cid engines from Chrysler Corp), hot, hungry cummy Holes craving more loads aren't the only thing that turned some Cocks into granite (temporarily, of course) 🤩

I got the "Jack Hunter (Medium)" from Mr. Hankey. 9.5" long (insertable) and 7-8" around. Medium-firm, and brown color. I use it with my HiSmith fuck machine when I'm in the mood. The thickness is a challenge but I see it becoming a favorite. Since I bought it around my birthday, I got 25% off! 😄 [think before following links] https://www.mrhankeystoys.com/realistic/jack-hunter-four-sizes

Great Writing, and an Happy End

Get thee to the West Coast and it's on and popping! (There are only 12 left now though. But I'm about 80% of the way to filling another container, which will make 18 more... 😜)

Truer words were never spoken. I too have had 9 inch dicks who were awful fucks, and yet a 6 inch dick comes along and knows what he is doing and how to get a bottom off. Complaining because I am too tight because they expect 9 or 9.5 inches to slide in like it's an everyday occurrence is crazy. The very least they can do is give a guy a minute to get used to it and then go from there.

I started visiting ABS right before my 16th birthday. I had a very poorly made ID that I had crafted together. Nobody else had to show an ID but I was obviously young. The clerk let me in and he was the first adult who became my fuck buddy. Turned out he only lived five or six blocks from my parents home. but the best story was a guy working SF Gulch. As part of his compensation, he was allowed to crash in the apartment/office downstairs in the basement. We were cruising each other but nothing happened at first. I chatted him up as I was leaving and he invited me to come back at 2 am. Shift change. He took me downstairs and we partied. It seems like 10 hours later before we came out of there again. From what I remember, mid 20s. Skinny, tatted, looked like a skater punk, and had a dick that still is on my biggest 10 list.

Last night was a fucking mess, and I’m still feeling it. I’ve got this side gig cleaning the gym after hours. Was mopping the locker room floor when this guy strolled in, ripped forearms and a towel barely clinging to his hips. He’d been lifting, sweat still rolling down his chest, and he caught me staring. Didn’t say shit, just smirked and jerked his head toward the showers like it was a dare. I dropped the mop, followed him in. The steam hit me first, thick and hot, curling around us as he kicked the door shut. He didn’t waste time—shoved me chest-first against the slick tiles, my palms slapping the wall to brace myself. Water sprayed down, soaking my shirt, plastering it to my skin as he yanked my jeans down past my thighs. His hands were rough, calloused, digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, and I could feel his dick pressing against me, thick and heavy, already slick with pre-cum. He growled something I couldn’t catch over the hiss of the shower, then spat into his hand, working it over himself before lining up. No warmup, no bullshit—he pushed in fast, stretching me open with a burn that made my knees buckle. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, groaning as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against me. The pace was brutal, each thrust slamming me into the wall, tiles cold against my cheek while the hot water scalded my back. His grip tightened, one hand sliding up to fist my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite at my neck—fucking animal. I pushed back into him, meeting every snap of his hips, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My dick was throbbing, leaking onto the floor, and he reached around, jerking me off with a rough, uneven rhythm that had me seeing stars. He was grunting like a beast, breath hot and ragged against my ear, and I could feel him swelling inside me, getting close. “Take it,” he snarled, and then he slammed in deep, unloading with a shudder—hot, thick spurts painting my insides as he kept pumping, milking every drop. My own release hit like a freight train, spilling over his fist and down my legs, mixing with the water swirling around the drain. He didn’t pull out right away, just stayed there, panting, his weight pinning me until he finally stepped back. I turned around, legs shaky, and saw him grin—teeth white against the red mark he’d left on my throat. He rinsed off, tossed the towel over his shoulder, and walked out without a word. Drove home with the windows down, cum still dripping down my thigh, the ache settling in deep. Neck’s bruised to hell today, and I can’t stop replaying it.

Down at the University there’s this tearoom—a small men's room in the basement of the undergrad library, the best kept secret at LU. It only has two stalls and a single urinal in front of them. Not only was a 5 inch glory hole cut between the stalls, but convenient one-inch peepholes pierced the stall doors. Like the carpenters, who’d finished the toilet, were queer themselves. Through these orifices, one could view: the guy in the next booth; whatever anyone wanted to show off at the urinal; and whomever was coming in. There were double doors to the outside, the farthest one in dire need of lubrication—so it was the perfect setup. Thursday night, about 10 PM, I was in the in one of the stalls. It had been a disappointing evening, so my sexual intuitiveness awakened when the outer door squeaked opened. The guy was mid-40’s, tall and rangy, with a ruddy face, thinning blonde hair and a mustache, dressed in a checkered shirt and jeans. His blue eyes were narrowed and he looked very intent, not really handsome, but, nonetheless, exciting. And very acceptable. He entered the stall, and I saw that he was wearing cowboy boots. He sat on the toilet; and soon the narrow toe of his boot slid close to the partition, and he tapped the floor. I responded in kind and, a square of toilet paper appeared, with black marking pen. "Want to suck me?" “OK,” I wrote on the same square of paper and passed it back to him. Peering through the glory hole, I saw him pull off his cowboy boots. He yanked off his socks and stuffed them in the boots. He pulled down his jeans and hung them on the stall door. He was naked from the waist down. That was risky; but despite my nervousness, I found myself admiring the guy's daring. I was amazed when, instead of using the glory hole, he lay down on his back and stretched his long legs into my stall; and I got my first glimpse of the cock I had committed to suck. It wasn't huge, but it had a very nice shape. My hungry lips were in his crotch in an instant. I took him all the way down to the root; his strong hands grasped the back of my head and shoved me down farther as his hips began to gyrate. I started to gag; my eyes watered; I couldn’t breathe. When I tried to rise off his cock, his powerful grip forced me down further. Struggling for air, I panicked. His engorged dickhead jammed my air passage. I pictured myself turning blue. I imagined the headline: “Local found asphyxiated in library toilet.” In desperation, using all the strength I could muster, I rose up on my elbows, shoulders heaving, gasping for air. I gazed warily at the treacherous organ I had attempted to devour, but which had almost devoured me. It jutted upwards, daring, mocking, still completely erect. I heard a sigh of disappointment from the other side. "What’d yuh stop for?" "Sorry, man. Had to breathe. You play a little rough." "Wanna get fucked?" "Want me to come in there? That’d be kinda risky.” "No. Take off your pants and slide under like I did." Nervous as I was, I liked the stud’s can-do attitude. "Okay," I said, hardly believing what I was doing. It would be one thing if another faggot interrupted us; but if Security, or a cop, walked in…. But his confidence and my sexual hunger got the best of me. I slipped off my Nikes and peeled down my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underwear, so all I had on was my T-shirt and athletic socks. Hanging up my pants, I sat down on the floor. Cold tiles chilled my butt, but I hardly noticed as I stretched my legs under the stall wall. He quickly grabbed them and pulled me toward him so that my butt bumped over the tiles, and I fell backward, striking my head on the floor, as my Tee clumped up under my armpits. Most of my body was in his stall. My partner in crime had taken off his shirt. We were naked together, about to butt-fuck in a public restroom. I felt as if I were living out what I had seen in a dozen fuck videos. I was nervous and horny, and my heart was pounding. I saw him squeeze some white lotion from a little plastic bottle into his palm. His nails were at least a quarter inch long, but perfectly clean and manicured. Before I knew it, he stuck two thick, long-nailed fingers up my ass. Within minutes his invading fingers had coaxed an enormous amount of precum from my dick. It oozed out of my piss-slit and ran down my shaft. He bent over and licked it up—leaving me slippery wet with a slimy mixture of precum and saliva. He worked my hole with his long nails, and sucked my precum, for what must have been 20 minutes. I was helpless, a slave to sexual bliss, trapped between his nails massaging my prostate and his lips sucking the bejesus out of my cock. He withdrew his fingers and guided his dick in their place. Since he wasn’t particularly large, it was an easy transition. Anticipation of his hard organ filling me added to my already feverish state and sent me over the edge. For the first time in a long time, I came without touching myself. My load exploded out of my dickhead, and gobs of cum splashed across my bare stomach. "Nice," he chuckled, as he hiked my legs on his shoulders and began to thrust in earnest with quick, powerful jabs. His breathing quickened and turned to harsh gasps that echoed off the bathroom walls. I prayed no one else was in the basement, for surely his grunts and groans could be heard well beyond the double entrance doors. His organ pulsed and throbbed as he spewed hot jizz into my hole. He stayed in me for another 5 or 10 minutes, grinding his seed into me. Now that the deed was done, he moved to clean up. I got to my feet and dressed; but he was quicker, pulling on his clothes and leaving the stall while I was still dabbing at the cum trickling down my leg. I realized he must have shot a very full load. I stayed in the stall, sensing he was in no mood for conversation. I rather wished I’d gotten his name—Maybe we could get together again. I peered through the peephole for a final glimpse of him. He was primping his blonde hair in the mirror above the sink. Sensing I was watching, he glanced back at the stall. He pulled a napkin from the dispenser. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out the same black marker he’d used to write his toilet paper note, and scribbled on the napkin. Hot ziggety! He was going to give me his name and number after all. We’d be able to keep in touch! Still tingling from the fucking I’d just received, I thought to myself I’d like nothing better. As he turned to go, he stopped in front of my stall, dropped the napkin to the tile, and walked out. Anxiously I reached beyond the door to grasp his note which had fallen in a tiny wadded square. Nothing there at first. I unfolded it again and again. There it was—his message. In neatly printed block letters it read: “I have AIDS. Do you?” And all I could think of was his long fingernails working my innards and his cum rolling down my thigh.

Going Back Home (Part 1) My name is Tyler, I'm 21 (almost 22) and at 5' 10" and about 140 lbs, I have a tight, lean body, hair in all the right places and trimmed where is important. My cock is (probably) of that bottoms dream of at nearly 8". I left this little, one stop light town over 2 years ago with no regrets and never looked back. So why did I return for a long weekend visit, or person I could never forget, my best friend Chase. We were best friends all through high school and discovered a mutual love for gay sex one night when we had been put on a double date. I went out with some nameless skank and Chase took out my sister. Neither of us scored (not that I tried, my eyes were always on chases ass). We dropped the girls at my house and went with chase back to his place. Chase was an only child and his bedroom was very private so as we sat on his queen size bed in only our boxers or conversation turned to sex (as any 18 year old brain was centered). We were both easily turned on and when my had brushed his growing cock chase let a low moan out. I took this as my cue and moved in for more. Before chase knew what was going I had him naked and I was moving in for a kiss. That was the first night (of many) where I fucked him and bred his tight hole. We didn't know anything about safe sex and continued his regular breeding until the day I left. After I headed for the big city he took up with my sister and 'knocked within weeks of my leaving. I hard they had 2 twin boys and saw pics of the family. I had did not go back then to see the new kids, so you may be asking 'Why am I back I town' now? I had a plan and Chase was it! I came in for four days only contacting Chase, asking him to not say a word to anyone. I told him I needed to see him alone and hoped he'd be able to get away for a couple days. Since he and my sister never got married and he still lined at home so that he could give all his extra money to my sister and his kids. I texted Chase the second I got into town, getting a room at a cheap hotel I the edge of town. I asked fire a room I the backside of the property trying to give us some privacy. When I heard a knock on the door I knew it was my conquest. The moment came through the door and I could tell immediately by the bulge in his jeans, the smile on his face and the gleam in his eye he was happy to see me. It didn't take long before I offered him a 'drink', Coke with GHB to heighten his mood & help loosen him up (although I don't think he was going to need to it, the look on his face told me the he missed my cock). What i wanted the G for was to help introduce him to the joys of chem sex and to get him to beg for my poz seed. When I got to the city it didn't take me long to discover Tina and all the ways to enjoy her along with bottoming. I'm not really sure when I got pozzed, but I knew that I was toxic and prime to pass it onto my target. This was part of my plan to get him to come back to the city with me. I don't know if it was the G or his missing me, but we were both naked in minutes. Chase didn't waste much time getting my hard cock down his throat as I rubbed one hand through his brown hair and the other over his lean body. I knew what he wanted, but I had a better place for my saved up cum. I hadn't cum in nearly a month since I discovered my new 'status' (which want easy with the guys I knew in the city). I could tell if I let Chase continue his work he'd have me cumming in seconds before I stopped him and pulled him up for his first man-on-man kiss. He allowed my tongue into his mouth and I knew at that exact moment he would be mine! It was now my turn to orally pleasure my friend. As I kissed and licked my way down my friends skinny, slim body, I could tell how much Chase missed me as his fingers were tangled in my long red hair as I took his hard 7" cock into my mouth as Chase verbally let me know how much he missed me. While I had my friend a 'little' distracted I pulled out my Tina tainted lube (this is my social blend with enough T in it to get his so high that I'll be able to get him not only begging to be pozzed, but to go back to th city with me). I pushed his legs back and turned his ass up so I’d have better access to it. I leaned in to give Chase his first ever rim job. I knew this would (hopefully) break down all resistance in his body and allow me to slip in a shard or two ( or three or four) into his neg hole. As I began to lick, tease and stimulate Chase through his first rim job he couldn’t help control from moaning. I took a couple minutes to ask if he was liking my eating his ass, to which he replied, ‘Fuck yeah, you can do anything you want to me, I missed you.’ That was my cue and I picked up (what was probably) the largest shard of T I had and held it over his quivering hole. Chase looked up as me and asked what it was, I simply told him it was crystal and was about to rock his world allowing him to focus in on his hole and the infinite amount of pleasure he could experience. Without another word I dropped the shard on his slightly open hole before I pushed it inside. I then alternated between licking and fingering as I sunk the T in deeper and deeper while Chase moaned and said that he felt it burning. I kissed his inner thigh as I let him know that that was normal and would soon fade as I took a second shard and slipped in inside with two fingers, followed by a third shard. All the while I continued to lick and shove my tongue into his hole. By the time he was ready for the fourth shard his hole easily stayed open and I simply dropped it in. Looking down at my friend I asked if he was ready for me to own his ass? His reply was simple, Oh god yes! Since I knew he had not been fucked since I left town nearly 3 yrs ago I asked if he was sure he wanted me to fuck him like I used to and breed him. Not like I was going to give him a choice, but I did have some ‘specially prepared’ rubbers just in case. Chase was the typical dumb fuck country bumpkin, as I lubed up my cock with the Tina laced lube he told me that the few times he fucked my sister he never used protection. That’s why she got ‘knocked up’ shortly after I left town. He figured there was no way I could get him pregnant. I was thinking that this was too easy as I slowly sank my lubed up cock inside him, quickly bottoming out on the first stroke. I wanted the first few fucks to be memorable. I could see Chase slipping deeper and deeper into a Tina fuelled haze as I pulled out my pipe and began to get high myself. Chase asked about the pipe. I let him know it was the same stuff I dropped into his ass. He dumbly asked if he could have a toke. But in his position the only thing I could do was shot-gun the smoke to him. After a few hits form myself and a couple more shot-gunned to him, chase was well on his way to knowing the joys of chem sex. I dropped two loads inside Chase before I pulled out. The first time I egged him on to ask for my load, for me to shoot my dirty seed in him. On the second load I got him begging for me to get him pregnant. Each load was delivered with a deep passionate kiss.

I have heard this, and tasted and fucked in the result. And the same FF bottom used toothpaste to good effect, too.

You are right that piss from the ass can be intense. I like it if the guy is in my sling and I am rimming/snowballing/yellowballing it to him as he gives it back to me little by little. It is best when I breed and fill him in the sling and then go lie down under the rimseat. Working his hole open with my tongue, as he sits above me, creates at first a drip of all the mixed fluids--and then a veritable waterfall empties into my mouth.

Chapter 6 The guy pushed it halfway in and held it there. He knew that all the Lube he had was from the Cum and piss and that would not insulate the tender walls from this piece of hell that was about to change the Kid. The Kid’s eyes opened up and he said “ Oh shit ! That is really burning “. One of the guys asked “ You like that Kid “? With his mind wrapped around the intense blazing fire in his rectum all he could say was “ not sure. Maybe “ . When he said that the guy that was holding the shard n his ass pushed it finger deep up the Kids burning canal. They all knew that once all that shard melted the Kid would be flying high and be in heat for any and everything he could get. About that time someone came through the brush into the clearing and said “ This is the Kid you advertised “ ? The one guy said “ Yes, what’s your pleasure “ ? The new guy said “ I want his mouth”. The other guy smiled and said “ You know the Price “. The new guy handed him some rolled up bills and stepped up and unbuckled his pants. The guy that had assumed ownership for the Kid said “ Stop “. He looked at the Kid who by now was starting to feel the heat in his ass start spreading to all parts of his body. The Guy told the Kid “ Get on your knees, Open his pants and lick his meat”. The Kid hesitated for a moment and then reached up and unzipped the guys pants and pulled then down. The guys cock came out and the Kid looked at it. It was on the smaller size and the Kid thought that this wasn’t going to be to bad to suck it. The Kid got closer and started to smell the stink on the guy’s cock. It had been up and ass and wasn’t cleaned off at all. The Kid hesitated when he smelled it but the guy standing in front of him had paid for the Kid’s mouth and wasn’t going to be denied. He grabbed the Kid’s head and pulled him forward to his crotch and rubbed the Kid’s face around. The guy that was selling the Kid said “ open your mouth and please the client “. The Kid suddenly realized what he was talking about. He was going to sell the kid all night. The Kid was horrified at first of the thought but except for the money this wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before. He opened his mouth and let the dirty cock in his mouth. He didn’t like this very much but realized if he could spit a lot on it the taste wasn’t to bad. That and the Heat that was radiating in his groin had him on cloud nine and he was feeling really good and that deep desire was really getting stronger. The guy was impatient and started fucking the Kid’s mouth. The Kid’s slobber was dripping off his chin while the guy used the mouth in front of him. The Guy wasn’t much over six inches so the Kid had no problems accepting him. The guy got close to shooting and pulled back. The Kid had a disappointed look on his face and the guy ordered the Kid to lich his nuts. The Kid stared licking and cleaning the Guys sack with his tongue and mouth. The guy said “ Oh man, this Kid really knows how to take care of my needs. I just might have to go a second time “. The Kids handler said “ That will cost you another entrance fee “. The guy said “ It is worth it ”. The guy Pulled back long enough for the Kid to open his mouth and engulf the cock in front of him. The guy stared working his cock at a frenzied pace. Everyone knew the Kid was bout to taste the guys cum. The guy groaned and held the Kids head firmly against his groin. The Kid could taste the guys cum. It tasted extra strong, like he hadn’t cum in a while. There was a lot of cum but it was enough to get the Kid’s mouth tasting of cum. During the Guys climax he farted a couple times, the second fart sounded really wet. One of the guy reached behind the guy and felt t, It didn’t smell but was definitely a lot of cum. The guy said I think he has been having fun. The guy that had just shot off said he hadn’t cum for a while and really needed it. He also said that the cum in his ass was from a couple POZ guys up the hill that paid him to take both their toxic loads. He said this was the best night in a while. Hot his trunk filled and sucked off and still have gas money. One of the guys that was there from the start pulled the Kid up and wanted to get in his ass again but the handler said to wait a few. He asked the Kid if he was thirsty after that. The Kid only replied “ I’m parched “. The guy got in his bag and got out a bottle of Gatorade and offered it to the Kid. He said that it wasn’t cold but it was wet. The Kid gladly took it and drank over half or it in no time. The Handler said “ Finish it off, you don’t want to get dehydrated, do you?” The said “ no Sir “. The handler smiled and thought to himself. The Gatorade was dosed with G and it would be working on the Kid. With that and the Shard he got shoved in his ass, He figured the Kid was his for the night, and he had plans for the night with this Kid

Chapter 11 A guy that was smoking and blowing huge clouds came over and stuck the pipe in the kids mouth. The kid took a couple huge hits and held it then blew them out. The kids pupils we are big as I have ever seen them. The guy with the pipe drew a big hit off the pipe then went down and shotguned it into the kids mouth. I didn’t know if the kid was ready for this or not. The kid struggled at first then seemed to melt into it. The kid blew it out and the guy did it again, this time the kid seems to enjoy it. After the Kid exhaled the second shotgun the guy put the pipe into the Kids mouth and he took what looked like a big hit off the glass pipe. The guy bent down and was about an inch or so from the kids mouth. The Kid reached up with his head and shotguned the smoke into the guys mouth. After the guy exhaled he started kissing this kid in earnest. Thay were making out in front of everyone.. The guy was pinching the kids nipples an the kid was moaning. It had already been a few hours and the Kid was no where near ready to quit. IN fact he was ramping up for more. He had no idea how much more he was going to get. The guy that was bent over had gotten another load and he was so spun that he was saying “ I need more in my cunt. I want plowed out all night “. The lead him to the other sling and got him settled into it. Someone came up with a couple straps and tied his arms to the chains near his arms. Could see his ass puckering and working as if he had something in him. The uy with the glass pipe came over and started the same as he did with the Kid, In no time the Bi guy with the family was sucking the smoke out of the other guys mouth like his life depended on it. Bout that time Horse came in. He looked around and saw the 2 guys tied in the slings. He waked over to the Kid and said “ Nice young piece of meat for me to break”. He asked the Kid “ Are you ready to submit and get or cunt ripped open and stuffed? Maybe Fly like an Eagle? “ The Kid said “ Yes sir. Please help me “. He walked over the Bi Guy and asked “ Are you ready to go into orbit Pig? “ At first the guy didn’t answer so Horse put 2 big callused finger up the guy and twisted them. At the same time he pinched they tiny cock the guy had. He immediately said “ Yes, send me there. PLEASE! “ With that one of the guys took a nice size butt plug and got out some special lube. I know this lube, it is heavily laced with Tina and will burn like hell an the warm the receiver nicely, and get him spun. The guy put a generous amount on the plug and a glob on the guys asshole. Then he pushed the plug up the guys torn ass. The guy stared to yell and about that time a guy stuffed a cock in the guys mouth. In no time the Bi guy was sucking on that cock. Horse walked over the[A1] Kid and stared playing with his ass and cock. He asked if he had anything yet and they assured him he had some but they weren’t sure how much. I spoke up and said he had at least a .3 and maybe more before he came down here. One guy said he pushed a small shard up him and he had been making clouds some. Horse said “ Get him ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “. Horse had a cock of epic proportions. It was hanging down over almost to his knee and was as big around as a beer can. His balls and sack were equally impressive, they looked to be more than a hand full and you cold see his sack was filled with baby makers. I heard that a guy tried to drink all the cum out of him and almost choked to death on the huge amount. Horse said “ Get the Kid ready, And you might as well get the Pig ready “.

Part 10 We laid there for a good half hour and then the door opened and in walked 2 of the other guys who had fucked me before. As soon as they entered, they closed the door and all of them stripped naked. They all, also, had raging hardons, and I just knew what they intended to do. They were there to fuck me again, but did I want this anymore? I didn't think I did, but my own cock, for some reason began to harden at the thought. I had no control of it and the harder it got, the more I became a wanton fuck pig. I wanted them all for some reason. They didn't waste much time before the first one climbed on the bed and grabbed my legs and raised and spread them He leaned into me and his cock started to sink into my ass. I found myself lifting my ass up to drive his cock into me faster, till it was all the way in. As soon as his balls hit my ass, he started to fuck me with a fast and furious pace. In and out like a pile driver as he lifted my legs and ass higher and higher, till he was pile driving me almost straight up and down. I was moaning from the overload of pleasure I was feeling and was meeting every thrust into me with a push upward to impale myself as deep as possible. He kept up the intense pace for a good 15 minutes and then he was getting more and more breathless and I knew he was going to cum in me again. He ground into me trying to double me as far as possible and my own cock was only an inch from my mouth. Then he got up and the next guy took his place. This next guy was almost identical in his fucking as the other one. He drove into my hole powerfully and deep as he could get, bouncing me on the bed as if to break it to the floor. He kept it up for at least 20 minutes, longer than the first guy, and then he was cumming and breeding my hole again grinding it as deep into me as possible. I was gasping for breath. The third guy then climbed on me. This guy went slower but on the instroke was far harder than the other two. He was laying total waste to my hole. His pile driving doubling me in half more and more and my own cock getting harder and harder from it. The pleasure was almost too much and my mouth was hanging open. Then I was aware that they had loosened my back up with their pounding so much, that on every in thrust down into me was driving my own cock into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it tightly and sucked my own cock for all I was worth as my ass was being plowed. Soon he was breathing harshly and whispered that he was going to cum. I sucked my own cock even harder in anticipation. Then he almost screamed, grunting and grinding his cock into hard and deep and as his cock started to pulse, I felt my own cock start to spurt into my mouth and sucked and swallowed as fast as I could. OMG, THE FEELING JUST KEPT GOING AND GOING. I wanted more somehow, but had no idea why.

Part 7 I was just laying there in a complete daze, wondering what the hell was going on and too drunk to care. I was barely aware that this new guy who had come in had taken off his clothes. Then he had climbed on the bed and was taking my clothes off of me. My arms and legs just were too heavy to lift up and try to stop him. I know I had to have had a silly grin on my face. I was soon naked and the guy was between my legs and lifting them up over his shoulders. Then I finally managed to look down and my drunk mind told me that looked like a snake coming between my legs towards my ass. I just knew that couldn't be and started to laugh just as it came into contact with my hole. I was so fucked up, I thought, that stupid snake must be thinking it has found its burrow. Then, the head of it entered my well used and cum filled hole. I gasped at the huge size of that going in me and was getting ready to scream when the guy lowered his head down to mine and planted a kiss on me, stifling the sound. Then he just shoved the whole thing into me in one thrust. I could not even get a breath as that monster tore into me. It had to be ripping my ass apart and I couldn't even get enough air to scream, just my mouth flopping open and then his tongue was deep inside me too and I couldn't make a sound if I could have. He held still for just a few seconds and then started to pull out but only until the head was still inside me and then another slam back in. I raised my ass straight up in the air and almost threw him off, but he held on and was balls deep in me again. Then the onslaught began in earnest. He pummeled my hole mercilessly. I could only moan and gasp around his tongue in my mouth and then the sensation of my prostate being rubbed hard hit me and the pain was intermingled with intense pleasure. My eyes were watering from the pain but my ass was finally loving the attention and I felt my cock spring up to full hardness. He was tearing into me harder and faster and then he leaned up a little breaking off our kiss and looking me in the eyes, told me he was not going to last long as my tight hole was too much for him. I just nodded, not able to speak or hardly breathe yet. He rammed me hard for another good 5 minutes and then clamped his lips to mine again for a lingering tongue entwining kiss. Then he leaned back again and said, "Here comes my cum, man, get ready as it is going to be a lot and very highly toxic as I have never been on meds." I looked at him questioningly as he said that. His face changed then and he asked, "You have no idea what we are talking about, do you?" I shook my head as best as I could, whispering, "Not a clue what you mean." He got a really funny look on his face and said, "OMG, it is too late now, I'm coming in you and it is toxic because I have AIDS, man." I felt him shaking and I was so stunned I could not move and then my own cock erupted cum all over us both. The drunkenness almost disappeared as I realized what had happened and all I could do was whisper to him, "How the hell did that happen?" He just stared at me in disbelief. He then said, "I thought you knew, OMG, I am so sorry, but damn, that was the most intense climax I ever had." I could only nod as I think it had been mine also. Now what the hell do I do. This guy told me that every guy that had fucked me had HIV and as far as he knew none were on meds right now. They were all highly toxic and I was filled full of their cum but good. I just laid there in a daze, not really, I suppose, even realizing what had actually happened nor what to do. Then, the guy moved against me and I could tell he was hard again. He looked me in the eyes, again and asked, "Well, what do you think? You already probably have 6 or so loads of cum in your hole now. Want another one? I am ready and I think it is hotter than hell what has happened." I had no idea what to say, I only nodded not knowing why. Then he was moving over me and his mouth came down on mine as he raised my legs up and his cock slithered in my sloppy hole. His huge cock still hurt some but when it hit my prostate, I moaned out loud and told him, "Do me, I don't know why, but fuck me hard." He did just that.

Part 6 Somewhere in time, my legs finally came down and I was out like a light, again. Sometime later I woke up with my legs in the air again and on someone's shoulders and another cock deep in my hole. What the hell? I was starting to come down from the drunk and was now more aware, but what the hell was going on. This guy was plowing the hell out of my ass and my cock was hard as a steel bar from it. I found myself thrusting hard against him, trying to get more and more of that cock in me. In short order, I felt him grow a little more and then felt his cock throbbing in me as he was cumming in my ass. I was a little disappointed as I was hard and had a nice tingle in my cock that needed to be done. He got up and was soon gone. Another guy had laid down beside me though and one of his hands took ahold of my cock and stroked it as his other one turned my head towards him and he planted a kiss on my lips, prying his tongue into my mouth. I was too horny to object as I wanted my release. Then his hand let go of my cock, making me groan in frustration, and then his fingers were entering my hole. In almost no time at all, I could tell he had more than one in me. It actually felt like he had all 4 in me. He began to drive them in and out of me hard, dragging his fingernails on the way out. The scratching hurt but the pleasure made me forget it. Then he began to raise up over me, spreading my legs as he got between them. Then I felt something hit my balls as he pulled his fingers out of me one last time. I gasped as I realized it was his cock and it felt huge. He lined the head of it up with my hole and I felt it all around my hole and thought, I better stop him as there was no way that monster could fit in me. Before I could say anything, his mouth was back on mine and then I felt my hole stretching impossibly. He kept kissing me and pushing and then with an audible pop, the head of his cock entered me. I almost came unglued with the pain of that. He held still for a few seconds is all, and the slowly he pushed more and more of that gigantic cock into me. I could only gasp. It took a while but then I felt his balls finally hit my ass and as they did he broke off the kiss and told me, "Nice hole you have to be able to take all of my 12" cock in there. I can't wait to dump my nice toxic load deep in you and make you one of us." I had no idea what he was talking about but didn't get to ask as he started to fuck me and fast and hard immediately. I gasped at the pain and pleasure combination. He kept going and going and going. Soon, the pain started to fade and the sheer size of him made the pressure on my hot spot in there was constant. I started to cum within the first couple of minutes, but the pressure kept my cock hard and tingling continually. He pounded my hole harder and faster than any of the others, on and on and on. I was beginning to think he would never cum. I felt my own cock erupt twice more before his movements started to get a little more jerky and his cock somehow grew more yet. I knew he was getting ready to cum. It had to have been a good 45 minutes since he had started. Then he almost roared and buried his cock as far into me as he could. It felt like something deep inside me tore a little as all of his cock entered into me and started to throb like a bass drum in me. I felt myself cum again. This was crazy. I don't think I had ever cum that many times before in this amount of time. It was marvelous. I rose up to meet him making sure every inch was in me as we ground our bodies from head to toe against each other. Then, I was out again. I awoke to find myself completely clothed. What the hell? Had that all been a strange dream? But, as I thought that, I knew it could not have been as my ass was sore as hell and my pants felt extremely wet in the crotch area. What was I doing and how did my clothes get back on? I was still pretty much dazed and disoriented. Then the door opened up and a guy came in carrying a drink. He said he had heard that I was probably in need of a refresher. I had no idea what he was talking about. I took the drink as I was thirsty for sure and took a gulp. WOW, it had to be almost 75% 151 Rum. It was a good thing that is my normal drink or I might have gagged like crazy. Tasted good though and I thought, what the hell, and drank almost half of what was left in one more gulp and then downed the rest in a couple of drinks. Might have been a mistake, though, as it hit me really hard and I felt myself almost fall over dizzy. They guy just laughed at me and said, "I didn't expect you would drink all that in such short time. What you have been doing and now another huge drink like that. You may end up with a lot more in you that way." I couldn't seem to understand him much. The Rum was taking control again. I was soon laying down and almost out of it. The guy said, "Well, it looks like it may be my turn, now." Whatever that meant. He said, "You must really want filled with our toxic cum the way you are drinking." I still had no idea what that meant. He was taking off his clothes while saying that.

Part 4 My mind was trying to focus on what the hell was going on, but that 151 Rum had me too befuddled and the fantastic feeling at my ass and the tingle of my cock wouldn't let me focus. I was just really enjoying whatever was going on. It was nothing I had ever felt before. My hole seemed to be on fire with wanting more and more of that licking it was getting. Then that finger seemed to probe a little deeper than it had before and hit something inside me that caused me to raise my ass up higher with a jolt of pleasure. It felt like his whole finger was deep in my ass and tongue was still probing and licking all around it. I was almost ready to bounce. Wow, what a feeling it was causing. Then the finger seemed to rotate, around and around my hole and every time it came around it would hit that one spot and I would moan and jump with pleasure. Then it felt like his finger got bigger, but I kind of thought wait, no, it seemed like he now had two fingers in me and wiggling them around almost like a drum beat on that spot in there, I was definitely bouncing now and actually thrusting my ass onto them even. Whoever this was sure knew how to make a guy feel pleasure. His fingers and tongue were driving me wild and then I was thinking maybe there were more than two fingers in me. I tried to focus more but the booze still had me dizzy, so I just tried to relax and enjoy as I was sure I was getting close to cumming again. It was fantastic and I wanted it, needed it. Then, all at once, as if the person knew it, another hand reached up and took ahold of my cock and squeezed the base of it hard, stopping the sensation of cumming. I groaned, but then his hand let go and the sensations started over again, driving me almost crazy with pleasure. I still had no idea who was down there in the dark, but at this point the need was too great to care. My ass and my cock were both feeling so good, all I wanted was to get off and cum hard. My hole seemed to be stretched more than I thought possible and it felt like there must be more than just two fingers in there, but who cared, it was fantastic and that tongue all around the edges of them and even probing between them at times was formidable. I could not even hold still and was moaning like crazy from it. Then the fingers started going in and out also which was another whole different sensation, getting faster and faster and harder. Sometimes on those in and out thrusts, there was a little pain, very small though, as a fingernail or two would scrape some, but the heavenly feeling overroad that completely. Then I felt the tongue move away from my hole and started to lick its way up across to my balls. The fingers were still digging into my ass but the sensations were growing more intense as I felt the tongue stop and then a mouth took each of my balls in, one at a time, an sucked them slowly and gently, then moved up to the base of my cock and then the tongue came back to tickle lick its way up my shaft and the around the head and then my whole cock was swallowed to the base in one gulp. I felt myself getting ready to cum again, and again, it was anticipated and my cock was released from the mouth and a hand grabbed the base squeezing me hard to stop it. I almost screamed in the need for the release being denied. It was almost agonizing. Then that mouth engulfed me again with a slow up and down bj of pure ecstasy. I was almost continually groaning now from the intensity of the marvelous feelings. I was writhing on the bed and alternating driving my cock into that wonderful mouth and grinding my ass on those fingers in my hole. The fingers were really moving in and out of my hole faster and harder and hitting that special spot inside me and every time they hit it I moaned more. Even the feeing of the fingernails dragging on the outstroke seemed to increase the need to feel more and more and the slight discomfort only made the instroke that much more fantastic. Then I became aware that the person had stopped sucking my cock and lips were gently kissing their way up my stomach and a hand was pushing my t-shirt up as the kisses rose up my body. I quickly let loose of my shorts I was still holding and reaching down grabbed my shirt and raising my body slightly pulled it off over my head and tossed it with my shorts. I became aware slightly that whoever was moving up me seemed to be bare skin against mine too. Then those marvelous lips moved to one of my nipples and the mouth closed on it and sucked it and even nipped it a little with teeth. I groaned even louder. It was as if my nipple was directly wired to my ass and cock and I involuntarily arched my back trying to feed more of my breast. Then the mouth let go and went across my chest to my other nipple and again the same relentless feelings erupted in me. My nipples were tingling, my ass was on fire and my cock felt like an iron bar and I was trembling from head to toe. I never wanted this to end it was so great. The before I knew it the lips were climbing higher up me to my neck, nuzzling and nipping and sucking from one side of it to the other., Then, all at once the fingers dragged out of my hole, causing me to groan again at the empty feeling now there. I couldn't help myself as I moaned, NO, and tried to push my ass lower to feel them again. As I did this I felt something odd touch my hole now. It felt much bigger than the fingers had. This went through my mind as I was telling them to please put them back in, when the new object touched my hole just as I was wrapping my arms around the person and both of the arms grabbed my legs raising them higher as the object poked into my hole a bit. My eyes went wide open then as I finally realize that this person, who had given me more pleasure than I could remember, was another guy. I froze in place, which was my complete undoing then, as HIS cock, I now realized, penetrated my hole and drove deep into me. Being much larger than his fingers it hurt some but when he hit that spot inside me, again involuntarily, I thrust my ass up higher which drove his cock as deep as it could get into my very depths. As his cock bottomed out in me and before I could say anything, his mouth all at once closed on my wide open mouth and his tongue drove almost into my throat. I was so shocked I couldn't move or with his mouth on mine say anything. Then before I could recover his cock started its back stroke rubbing against my hot spot and then back in again. I found myself raising my ass up without knowing how, meeting his inthrust and slapping our bare skin together hard. He then started to fuck me in a rush. The fantastic feelings hit me like a ton of bricks and I found myself moaning with the pleasure and driving my ass back at him on every in stroke of his cock. I could not seem to stop. I wanted this release that was building in me. My cock was throbbing like never before. We drove at each other in a frenzy of lust. Time seemed to almost stand still. Over and over he drove his cock into me as if to push it clear through me and into the bed. Harder and faster and more and more. For a good 15 or 20 minutes we ravished each other. Then he leaned back and broke off the kiss and looking me directly in the eyes for the first time, said, "OMG, I am going to cum. I am going to fill your ass with my seed and you will be changed forever as my toxic cum swims inside you. Take my HIV cum and love it." I was cumming myself so what he said didn't register and being still quite drunk it took a while anyway. I just thrust my own ass hard onto his cock and could feel his throbbing and my own cock was throbbing between us. Then, without warning, the whole room lit up, as someone had come in the door and switched the light on.

Part 2; There stood the twink and the taxi driver. 'Are you his Dad?' 'Yeah'. 'He doesn't seem well mate. I'd get him to a Hospital'. 'Don't worry, it's just a Fever. Here is the fare, and something extra for your trouble'. 'Cheers mate'. I closed the door. The twink hobbled in like an old Man. 'I feel TERRIBLE Daddy' 'You don't look too great. C'mon, let's get you in the shower son'. I got the shower running on a decent heat, stripped, then stripped the twink as he was feeling so weak and feeble. Not only was he feeling weak, aching all over, and having night sweats, but before my eyes was also a blotchy rash on his chest. I couldn't help but smile. I had already washed that day, so attention was on cleaning him up, inclusive of a thorough douching. I dried us both, and I locked his little flaccid dick in a stainless steel chastity device. I put on a Leather executioners hood, and my German army boots, and carried him downstairs, and into the Garage which has been partly converted into a Dungeon, and lay him in the sling. I lubed my Dick with spit and slid in the entire length of my shaft. 'Ouch. That hurts Daddy ... Why am I feeling so awful?' 'Don't worry son, your symptoms are your body's way of saying it is accepting Daddy's HIV Virus. You'll feel better soon'. He smiled, albeit feebly. I fucked him for while pretty gently, seeing his sweet face running with beads of sweat. Even though I had just showered him he was drenched with sweat. I glanced the sight of the rash on his chest, and all I could think of was my virus inside him replicating at a high rate. This really turned me on so I started to fuck properly like I would normally... FAST strong thrusts, which caused him to whimper... **** To all those pups and pigs, squeal and woof as loud as you can for Part 3 ... And be good little animals and 'like' each part to show your appreciation ??

Entering the bedroom again, the whole feeling of the room had changed. There were now sconces filled with candles instead of bright floor lamps to simulate a dungeon type feel. The pop music had turned on the loudspeaker to erotic sex music with lots of dull beats. I could see lots of hard bodied naked guys around the room wearing hoods and masks. I counted twelve, but buzzed, I did not know if I was imagining such a change or if it was the drugs talking. I was carried in wearing just my jockstrap and tall boots and helped into the sling by a couple of guys wearing leather harnesses, tall black boots and half masks sporting huge cocks adorned with ball stretchers and studded cock rings, one or two of the the guys were leaking in anticipation as they were so hard and horny. Once in the sling, my wrist cuffs were attached beside my waist instead of over my head to links in the chain as were my ankles stretched in cuffs to the chains with my ass hanging over the edge. I could have probably used the leather I had stashed in the car about now I thought but it was too late. The tourniquet around my arm was tightened as another guy brought in several rigs that were filled on a tray. I started to speak and had a ball gag forced in my mouth. I was immobile without being able to speak or really struggle. I watched as a needle was inserted in first the right arm and then the needle registered in my left arm and then released. I coughed, felt a hot rush over my body and relaxed as I had never done two darts before and just as I started to get anxious, the meth hit my system and all I felt was warmth and a throbbing ache and emptiness in my ass to get filled. I guess my host wanted to make sure I was good and horny for cock after servicing so many already that night. I felt the familiar burning of a booty bump again in my ass and knew at that point that this is what the majority of the guys at the party had come for. I could barely see, either from the drug filled haze or the bad lighting in the room, but the first guy that approached me between my legs appeared to be Greek in appearance, very hot, hairy and built, wearing a harness and boots with a vest and gloves. Lube was applied in my ass and looked down to see that he was wearing what appeared to be a large harnessed dildo covering his cock. He just walked straight up and into my ass up to my stomach inside me, reached over and starting playing with my nips. I did not feel the entry or have any pain but the pleasure of his twists and tugs on my nips. He stayed in position with the dildo firmly planted to the root in my cock craving ass as he was given a dart in each arm as well. Once we were both sufficiently high, from behind him, guys came up one by one and started pounding his ass, forcing the dildo we was wearing to go deeper and deeper in my ass as he was pounded against the edge of the sling sandwiched between us until each guy exploded up his ass being replaced one after the other as he stood there standing over me with his glazed sexy eyes staring at me. I felt my cock getting hard, it must have just been my imagination, as when I had the chance to look down at it, it did not even bulge the fabric of the tight jockstrap as before. Once the guy being banged had had enough, he stepped aside queuing other guys to each take their turns fucking and creaming in my ass over and over feeling their hot cum explode and drip out of my leaking cum filled ass. I tried to struggle now and then, to adjust from side to side, but it was useless. The ball gag was finally removed, I was given some more Gatorade to drink and a fresh rig before a gas mask was fitted over my head with blinders on the eyes. Poppers were applied to the hose and as I had no other choice, I breathed in the poppers over and over being used over and over again until I lost consciousness to the sounds of the chains of the sling... more to cum...

I'm on the side where I would rather have 10 guys fuck me for 2 min each and be filled with cum instead of long fuck sessions