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Sorry for the delay. Have really struggled for time, and also inspiration. This is a second and final chapter, taking the story in a certain direction. I think there is a hotter, darker continuation out there, but I have struggled to write it, so this will do for now pending me maybe finding a different way to take things for an alternative ending. ————— Dean slid his hands under my suit jacket and pressed them onto my chest as he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine. The kiss was brief, before he pulled back and then began to push the jacket off my shoulders. I threw my arms down straight and helped shake them out of it, and he immediately then went to work on my shirt buttons as the jacket fell carelessly to the floor. Once the shirt had joined it down there, Dean quickly stripped off his own before pulling me back in for a longer and deeper kiss. “We’ll have time for that later” he breathily whispered as he pulled back but held his face close to mine. “I need to get at your arse.” I couldn’t help but smile at him as we both began to get fully naked, the familiarity of his hunger for me still there despite it being two decades since the last time we had done this. He wanted me, I wanted him, and all nerves and doubts about what I was doing had evaporated. “On the bed” he growled at me, causing me to almost leap onto the plush bedding and get on all fours. I had barely landed when his face was pressed into my crack, and I could not help but moan loudly as his tongue touched my hole. I then had to bite my lip as he forced it in, opening me up and driving me wild. He was a man on a mission though, so his tongue was soon replaced by one, then two, then three fingers. The pain and discomfort did not bother me though, as I wanted him in there as eagerly as he did. Soon enough, the fingers were gone and his cock had begun its journey back inside me for the first time in far too long. That first reunion fuck was hard, animalistic, painful, but also incredible. I saw stars throughout, my body having a heightened reaction to something that had once been a regular part of my life. I’m not sure any of my blabbering to Dean was coherent, but he got the message and fucked with intensity throughout. Then, with a demonic roar, he gripped my waist even harder and pulled me back against him as he unloaded, and I just panted in satisfaction knowing he was breeding me again after so long. We lounged in hotel robes plucked from the wardrobe for a bit, enjoying the champagne and occasionally going out on the balcony for a smoke. I told him all about my utterly boring married life, and he shared a little about his world as a gay man, making me realise just how much more true to himself he had been than I had ever had the courage to be. There had not been anyone special in his life since he had bailed from his engagement though, and while his tales of sexual adventures turned me on, I did feel a bit regretful for him that he had not found something more. Our second round on the bed made me realise that perhaps he had actually once found someone special, but that fool had gone off and got himself married. Face down, with him lying on my back and buried deep inside me, the tenderness with which he nuzzled and kissed my neck as he slowly pushed in and out gave me a clear sign that I was his “one that got away”. My mind went into overdrive as I thought about that, my own feelings, and what all this meant. It was all a bit overwhelming, and we were both very quiet after he blew in me again. He rested in position on my back while his breathing calmed, and then slowly pulled himself up off me. “Are you OK?” I eventually asked him, as I lay on my side on the mattress with him sitting on the edge of it with his back to me. “Yeah” he sighed. “Just…” “I know” I said, reaching out and putting my hand on his back after he had trailed off and gone silent for a while. “I’m sorry.” He sat still for a while, before nodding, standing up and heading into the bathroom. I lay there a little longer, before sliding off the bed and following him. He was leaning on the sink looking down, so I once again put my hand on his back. He looked up and made eye contact with me in the mirror, slightly startling me with his pained expression. I rubbed my hand down his back, at which point he stood up straight and turned to face me. I instinctively took him in my arms and allowed him to bury his face in my neck, and then we stood like that for a while as we just held each other. “I’m sorry” he whispered, after he pulled back a little to face me. “I know you’re married.” With my mind full of conflicting thoughts, I could not help but lean into him, plant my lips on his, and begin a long and passionate kiss. None of it was about the sex, but rather the reignition of something long since buried for me and long since lost for him. There, in that moment, all I could feel was a burning need to take care of him, now that the pretence and the bravado was gone. He loved me, and always had done, that much I knew even if I suspected it would be very hard for him to say it out loud. I had no idea what I was going to do about it, but with this rekindling of what once had been, I began to realise that I was not going to be able to let it all just disappear a second time. Back in our uni days, we had only ever done it missionary a handful of times, and all of those had been when we were away together for a night or two and Dean had begun to let down his guard. That night in his suite we revisited it, and our third reconnection was a gentle and passionate affair with me on my back, my legs splayed out, and Dean looking deeply into my soul as he moved himself in and out. Our fourth reconnection was the following morning in a position we had only been in one before, both lying on our sides with him gripping me tightly from behind as he again gently coaxed both of us to orgasm. The shower that followed was one of the longest of my life, such was the time spent under the hot spray with our lips locked together. Work that day was a struggle, but I used my tiredness as an excuse in the evening to get out of the Christmas do early and head back to my hotel to change. Dean had extended his suite booking by another night, so once I had got a cab to his hotel we picked up where we left off. I spent most of that night with him buried inside me, and I knew by morning that this was not, could not be, just a quick fling for old time’s sake. I felt alive, energised, passionate, and all the many other things that a married man in his 40s often finds he has slowly, unwittingly lost. Returning to Hertfordshire was a crash down to earth, and I really struggled with re-entry. I felt like I was a different person now, and after expending all my emotional energy with maintaining the illusion of still just being “Dad” to my kids, I had nothing left for my wife. She was in a foul mood with me by Monday morning when I left early for the normal commute into London. Dean and I had been communicating over Telegram so that I could keep the app hidden and notifications off, only engaging when I was able, and through that we arranged to meet for lunch on the Tuesday. The kicker for me is what an utter relief it was to see him again when I arrived at the pub he had chosen, really hammering home that everything was now upended. The hour flew past, and we both agreed we needed to not only now do this as often as we could, but some way would have to be found to satisfy our need to do more than just talk to each other. He, of course, came up with the solution for that, when he took out a very quick lease on a serviced apartment in a block in Limehouse. One minute from a station halfway between his office in Canary Wharf and my own in The City, the location made for quick journeys to maximise our time together. Lunchtimes moved to there, and the only thing that got eaten was my arse… before Dean ploughed into it of course. After just one week of this new routine, he let me know he was planning to sell his house in Brighton and buy a flat in that neck of the woods, as not only had he been missing being based in London but he now had another reason to make the move. Four weeks into our new Limehouse lunchtime routine, my work introduced another curveball to the situation. A colleague I did not know particularly well suddenly quit with immediate effect (or perhaps was actually fired for something serious), and I was temporarily handed a key project from his portfolio to run that involved a lot of engagement with the offices in both New York and Singapore. Time zones were going to be a major issue, particularly as the nature of this project really necessitated being present in the London office with the small team working on it. Therefore, after a rather passive-aggressive conversation with my wife, we ‘agreed’ I needed to be staying in London most of the time for the three remaining weeks that the project would be in this intensive working phase. I had previously told her about having reunited with an old uni friend, and that I’d since met him for lunch a few times to catch up, so she did not seem too surprised when I said that he had offered me his spare room so I could be somewhere nicer than a hotel for the patches of sleep I was going to be getting during short nights and hopefully some lunchtime power naps. Thus, without any more sniping and drama from her, I packed a couple of bags and set off for Dean’s rented flat for a longer stay. Truth be told, the hours were indeed brutal, and Dean and I actually ended up having less sex than normal. However, I could tell that did not matter to him, as me being there for a prolonged period seemed to bring him a kind of relaxed comfort that I had only rarely seen back in the day. He had always had a certain energy, and it was only once he knew he had me there for several days on the trot - even if a bit fleetingly - that he seemed to become calm and just happy to be himself without being “on”. He made a lot of effort to work around my hours, coming home to make me lunch for whichever side of my scheduled powernap was going to be best, waiting up for me in the evening, and getting up with me in the morning so we could chat over coffee before he went back to bed for a bit. As exhausted and strung out as I was, I also couldn’t help but realise how much happier I was in this set-up than anything I could have had at home, even if that home had been fitted with a transporter pad to beam me directly to the office. However, Dean became quite withdrawn on the second Friday, and had disappeared into himself when I came back that night. He wouldn’t talk about it, but I assumed it was because I was once again going to be getting up early on Saturday to go back home for the weekend, and wouldn’t be back until late Sunday night. Not exactly a long time away, but I guessed he was dealing with the reality of being the secret weekday partner, and the weekend’s role in slapping him with the reality of what my life actually was and where my loyalties had to lie. Still, he didn’t voice any of that, so I just had to go on my guess as to that being his issue. What did surprise me more was his lack of interest in having sex that night, despite us having a bit more time than normal, so I just had to settle for a rare reversal of the norm by being the big spoon in bed that night as I tried to wordlessly comfort and reassure him that I really did care for him. After a long journey back home through engineering works on the train line, I endured another tiring weekend doing everything the kids had been promised I would do with them, plus the house jobs that it felt like my wife had invented just to punish me for leaving her alone all week. I’m not sure whether it was the fact that Dean was now in my life the way he was, his unusual sadness at my weekend absence, or whether I had woken up to the true state of my marriage, but as I toiled on door repairs, garage tidying and everything else she’d conjured up, I found myself trying to figure out if I did in any way still want to actually be with her. Yes, I wanted to be a father to my kids, but did being with my wife actually bring me any joy these days? When had it last brought me any joy? Was I bringing her any joy either? It was a little disconcerting to realise that there were no positive answers to those questions. Talking to Dean about this seemed to brighten him from his funk a little when I got back there on the Sunday night, but sex remained off the table that week. I was so exhausted that I was quite OK with just sleeping all wrapped in him at night, and was happy to see him be more upbeat as we periodically engaged in tentative conversations about how a life with me no longer being married could work. Still, something more was definitely bothering him, but I figured he would tell me in his own time, perhaps when I wasn’t on such crazy hours. The project finally finished the following Friday some hours earlier than expected, for which I was very grateful as I was not feeling great that day. The work was expected to have gone on all night and thus I was not due back in Hertfordshire until the Saturday, but I felt increasingly sick as I made my way on the train to Dean’s flat so did not message him to come home early as I wasn’t sure I was up for much. I showered and had some herbal tea to see if it helped, but eventually threw in the towel and went to bed in the hope that I was just exhausted and would feel better for when Dean got back. I didn’t. —————- I think it was Tuesday before I was really with it again at all, and I was still at Dean’s. It really is the most discombobulating thing when you have missed whole days, and still being under the weather, I struggled to take in what he was telling me. I had basically passed out in his bed and was a feverish, barely-conscious mess when he had got back. He had sorted me out with various pills - I had no memory of ever waking to take anything - and had set about keeping a close eye on me. At some point he had pointed my phone at my face to unlock it and thus be able to call my wife, and she had agreed I should stay put so that I did not bring home whatever it was. He noted that this seemed to be her primary concern, rather than the fact that I was in no state to be moved, that Dean was going to have to care for me, or even that I was unwell. Anyway, he had indeed cared for me through the weekend, and now here I was out the other side wondering what the hell had happened. I continued to rest on that Tuesday, with Dean going to the office for part of the day having worked from home on the Monday. That evening I let him know I would get a taxi home the next day, and recharge it to work for the fact that they had avoided an expensive hotel bill during the project because I had stayed with him. He agreed, but said there was something we needed to do first in the morning before I left. I assumed he meant sex, but I woke up late in the morning to the sight of him getting dressed into leisure gear. “I’ve taken the day off” he said. “Come on, get up and we’ll go out for coffee. You can call the cab later.” Before my sleep-addled brain could respond he was out of the bedroom, so I wearily hauled myself up and started dressing in my own jogging bottoms, T-shirt and hoodie. I definitely felt better but still not quite right, so was glad I had decided to go home by cab later as I could chill a bit rather than worrying about trains. Dean hurried us out and was very quiet as he strode off in a different direction than his favourite coffee spot, but I fell in behind and just went with it, not sure what was going on. Then, he came to a stop beside a set of steps up into a building, and when I turned and looked up at the door I saw it was a clinic. ————— “I didn’t know” he said, unable to look me in the eye. We had been sat in silence in the room for quite some time after the doctor had left us alone, and he was the first to make any kind of sound. “I found out the week before last” he continued. “Terrence Higgins were in doing a roadshow in the lobby at work, and we all got marched down to get tested to encourage all the juniors to do the same. One of the ladies doing the testing asked me to help them fix something on a pull-up banner they couldn’t reach so that everyone else would head off to lunch, and then she sat me down and told me my result.” We returned to silence while I absorbed what he had just told me. The timing, his mood, the lack of sex. It all made sense. “So that’s why we haven’t…” I eventually said, before trailing off. “I didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t risk it if there was a chance you weren’t already” he said, before putting his head in his hands. “Too little, too late I guess”. We remained in silence, as my mind went over and over the words the doctor had said, and what Dean was now telling me. Obviously part of my brain knew it must have been him, but I was so overwhelmed with the news at first that only now he had spoken was that aspect coming into focus. “So, all this sex you were having before me” I said, which caused him to sit up suddenly and dart his head in my direction. “I promise, I was being safe!” he said, and I could tell from the horrified look on his face that he was speaking the truth. “I was on prep, which should have been enough.” “I guess it wasn’t” I said, somehow managing to smile at him. “I’m so sorry” he said, before his face crumpled and the tears started falling. Despite the news I had just been given, I could not help but reach over and pull him into me. As we buried our faces in each other’s necks, I too began to sob. We were both dealing with this, and I knew that I was the first person he had talked to since his own test result came up positive so there was a lot of pent up emotion, coupled of course with the guilt of having infected me too. I, meanwhile, was basically exhausted and this was more than I could take. We did eventually get that coffee, taking them back to his flat. There we sat in silence for a while, only occasionally broken by him voicing out loud the things he was trying to think of that could have played a role. That stomach bug he got that maybe messed up his prep regime. The visit to that bathhouse in San Francisco while he was there for work shortly after getting better. That flu he had just before we were reunited, which must have actually been his own seroconversion. I only spoke up when I got the impression he was on the verge of a spiral. “It’s not your fault” I said. “Of course it is” he replied. “I was the one…” “No” I said, cutting him off, “it’s not. We never used condoms back in the day when we should have, and I did not even think to ever ask you to use one this time round. I never could or should have assumed you used them the rest of the time with other guys. You were taking prep, so you thought you were protected. You got tested regularly, right?” “Yes” he said, “every month. Normally.” “So, then, you just didn’t have time to catch it before we met again” I said, before smiling at him. “And what happened from then on was never going to have been stopped, and all normal routines we both had have fallen apart.” “I suppose” he said, sounding unsure as he looked back down at the floor. “It is what it is” I said. “It’s not a death sentence any more, and maybe it will just seal the deal on my marriage.” Dean’s head whipped back round so he was facing me, his eyes wide and a little puppy-like. “Are you serious?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I don’t think I love her anymore, I’ve been committing adultery, and now I’ve got HIV. I think that’s the Universe sending me a pretty big sign that it’s over, don’t you?” “But… but what about your kids?” he asked. “I don’t know” I replied. “But the marriage can’t go on, so we’ll just have to deal with it.” He sat and stared at me for a moment, before he looked down at the floor and shuffled a bit. “So what will you do now then?” he asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice. “I guess that depends on you” I said, leaning over and putting my hand on his thigh. “You said something about buying a flat here?” A big smile broke across his face as he turned his head back to face me. “I did say that” he replied. “Well” I continued, now smiling back at him.. “That sounds like it would be very convenient for my office too, so I might just have to see if you need a roommate.” His smile turned into a big grin, and then he leaned towards me and our lips met. We melted into one another, for that moment choosing not to think about the magnitude of all that had happened and all that would be coming. What we had once had was rekindled, it was stronger than ever, and I could not wait to see where it took us next.

Something had given way inside Mike that afternoon. He knew it as soon as he left Wolf’s place. He wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just that, even in his post orgasm clarity he’d allowed Wolf to shove a big heavy plug inside his stretched-out hole. It wasn’t how horny that plug had made him as he walked home. It was that the little voice telling him to be ashamed or upset about what he’d just done was gone. It didn’t rear its head once. Crashing into his apartment and stripping off his clothes he felt proud of himself. Proud in a way he couldn’t ever remember having been before. He lay on his bed, still plugged, waiting for the voice to come back and tell him this wasn’t what good college boys did. It stayed silent. It stayed silent because he understood that he wasn’t a good college boy, he was a slut. He was a pig. He was a beta pup. He was a cumdump. He was a faggot. He craved cock. He craved loads. He craved having his hole stretched to the limits. He pulled at the plug in his hole, feeling the stretch as his hole opened to allow its girth to pop in and out of him. He’d made a discovery about himself and there was no going back. A few days ago he’d tried to pretend like he didn’t want this, like he could just forget it had ever happened. He knew now that was impossible. He’d felt the bliss of being used by men and there was no going back. He craved that bliss now. He was addicted to it. “Thank you for sending me to Mr. Wolf’s Sir.” Mike texted Sir as he squatted on the plug on his bedroom floor. “It was amazing.” “I’m glad you had a good time boy. I hope you made me proud and earned his load.” “He sent me home with a big fat plug inside me to keep his load from leaking out of my loose pussy!” “Good boy! I knew you’d be able to take his first knot.” “Thank you Sir! He said that made me his beta pup and him my Alpha. I hope that’s ok with you Sir!” “That’s why I sent you there boy. Not just to get your hole bred. You could have found raw cock on your own. I sent you to Wolf so he’d stretch you out and help you understand your place more. You liked submitting to him didn’t you? Being his beta?” “Yes Sir! Not as much as being your boy… but it was fucking hot! That knot felt so good in my pussy.” “You’re bouncing on that plug he sent you home with aren’t you?” “Yes Sir!” “Show me!” Mike shifted so he was squatting in front of the mirror, and filmed himself riding the plug. Now that he could see its fat girth sliding in and out of his hole he was amazed he could take it so easily. “Holy shit!” Sir replied to the video. “He really did open you up. How do you feel now that your college boy hole’s been made into a real sloppy fag pussy?” “AMAZING! Sir! Honestly. I can’t thank you enough for sending me there.” “Damn, after he fucked the cum out of you I expected you to retreat for a day or two… feeling guilty about begging to be used again, but you don’t do you? You don’t feel guilty at all boy?” “No Sir. I feel… I feel fucking hot. I can’t believe how good I feel.” “You think your pussy can take another fucking?” “Yes Sir!” “Then come over here, and don’t plan on going back home tonight. I’m going to use my boy’s pussy good.” Mike rushed over to Sir’s house. Sir took him to the second bedroom, a room Mike hadn’t seen before. It was almost exactly like Wolf’s playroom, except not only did it have a sling but also a fuck bench, a rubber covered bed and wall restraints. Mike was stripped naked, his hair cut short and a thin chain with a little lock put a round his neck. Twenty minutes after he arrived his floppy college boy hair had been cut into a crew cut, he’d been collared and he was squatting over the plug Wolf had stuffed in him while gobbling down Sir’s perfect cock. Mike didn’t go home that night. In fact it was two days before he went home. While all the rest of his friends had spent the weekend partying and trying to get laid Mike had spent the weekend in nothing but a revealing jockstrap getting used over and over. Half way through Sunday Sir dropped Mike back off at Wolf’s to take what he called Wolf’s second knot. Mike had spent the rest of the afternoon ass up on the floor as his Alpha worked an even bigger wolf cock into his hole. He’d whimpered as the knot finally sunk deep inside him. On Monday his new collar drew a little attention from the guys at the gym but not one said anything. It seemed like Brad was avoiding him till the end of their workout when Brad texted Mike “Meet me in the bathroom in 10.” Mike found Brad naked and hard when he opened the door to the single occupancy bathroom a few minutes later. “Christy fucking cock blocked me all weekend. I’m horny as shit and need a mouth to fuck.” Mike was on his knees in a flash. Brad was rough this time, bashing his cock into Mike’s mouth. It was like he was taking all his anger at Christy out on Mike’s mouth. Mike didn’t care though. He coughed and spluttered chocking down his friend’s cock. He was in pig heaven. When Brad finally worked out what he needed to and started to fire thick ropes of cum into Mikes mouth, Mike just smiled and swallowed it down. “Fuck… um… thanks man. I needed that.” “Any time,” Mike said, wiping his mouth. “Look, don’t tell anyone about this ok?” “Sure… but… well… tell anyone you want.” “What?” “Tell anyone you want. I love sucking your straight boy dick. If anyone else you know needs an easy mouth or… or hole to fuck, send them my way.” “Shit… you’re serious.” “Damn right I am.” “Well… yeah… ok. I’ll do that.” That night, the first night Mike had spent in his own bed in days, he got a text from another one of his soccer teammates. “Hey… weird question, but Brad said that you might be able to help me out with a problem,” it read. “Yeah!” Mike replied. “Why don’t you come over. I’ll help you out with whatever you need.” An hour later Mike was on his hands and knees while his teammate, his eyes closed tight, pounded his hole. “Fuck, take my cock you fucking slut. Fuck yeah. You like my cock don’t you. You’re a cock loving slut! Fuck yes!” He panted. Mike knew better than to respond. He knew his friend was pretending he was a girl and he didn’t want to break the illusion. It didn’t matter. In the end he still got a hot load pumped into his guts. “Thanks… uh… you know… don’t tell anybody. I’m not gay.” His friend said after he’d gotten dressed and was standing at the door. Mike smiled reassuringly and said the same thing he’d told Brad. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but you can tell whoever you like.” Stunned by his boy’s decent into cock whoring that weekend Sir got Mike on his knees again and shaved his head, making him look like a real proper sub. He’d also gotten Mike a bigger chain and more robust collar, marking him as owned. He told Mike that Good Boys don’t just take the loads of other men, they take whatever men want to give them. That night for the first time Mike swallowed Sir’s piss, and he loved it. A couple of days after that Mike told Sir he wanted to get his nipples pierced. They’d gone right away. The end of the following weekend Sir brought out a little black caged and locked Mike’s cock away. There would be no hiding that he was a sub in the locker room now. Some of the guys noticed, most chose to just pretend they hadn’t seen anything. A couple however suddenly saw their friend in a new light. That afternoon he ended up sucking off two more of his teammates almost one right after the other, and then was summoned to the team captain’s place where he was bent over the bed and fucked. “Take my load faggot,” the team captain said as he pumped his cock into Mike’s willing hole. Hearing what had happened Sir knew it was time. It was time to put Mike through his final test. To really break his mind once and for all. He’d given himself over to being a slut. He’d get fucked by guys he thought were attractive at the drop of a hat, but to really be a good sub Sir needed him to be willing to give it up to anyone. So that Saturday night he drove Mike to the bathhouse, stripped him naked, and blind folded him in the locker room. Then he’d walked his toy through the halls, showing him off as they went. He’d strapped Mike down in the sling and stood back to watch. Man after man had used his boy. He’d thought maybe Mike would tap out after a couple, but each mystery cock seemed to make him hornier. “Breed me! Please! Seed my hole! Breed my pussy! Fuck this cunt!” He’d shouted. Sir pressed his hand forward, feeling his boy’s hole slowly spread around his knuckles. After all the abuse he’d taken the boy’s body barely resisted the new invasion. Mike groaned as his cunt was opened wide to accommodate Sir’s big hand. Slowly it was pushed forward till after one moment of wild stretching it was sucked in side. Mike panted. He grilled stupidly. “Good Boy, good boy.” Sir cooed. “Is that you Sir?” “Yes boy. Its me, and it’s my fist inside your cunt right now.” “Oh fuck!” Mike moaned. With his free hand Sir reached forward and took off Mike’s blind fold. The boy blinked confusedly for a moment before his eyes focused on his Sir’s face. “I’m so proud of you boy. You did so well.” “Thank you Sir! Thank you for this! It was so hot! I don’t even know how many men fucked me. I’m just a hole Sir.” “That’s right boy you are. You’re just a cumdump. A faggot. My fucking faggot hole.” “Yes Sir.” “This is my cunt,” he flexed his fist inside Mikes hole. The boy groaned, “Even after twenty other men have bred it its still mine.” “Twenty?!” “That’s right boy. You’ve got twenty loads from twenty different guys in your guts right now. You’re a real cumdump now. A no loads refused slut.” He pulled his hand out till the widest point and then slid it back in. Mike whimpered. “You’re a fucking faggot.” “I’m a fucking faggot.” “Good Boy.” Sir said, and slipped his hand from Mike’s hole. “No! It felts so good! Sir please!” Sir stepped up and slammed his cock in Mike’s ruined hole. “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get one last load in this cunt before I take you home.” “Oh thank you Sir. Thank you.” “And one more thing.” Sir reached into the pocket of his leather vest and pulled something out. A thick leather collar with a D ring at the front. He bent forward, his cock forced deep into Mike’s guts, and passed it around the boy’s neck. He did the clasp up and turned it so the ring was facing the front. Then he took out a rectangular dog tag. He held it up for Mike to see. “What does it say boy?” “Property of Sir Jake.” Mike replied breathlessly. “That’s right. You passed the last test. There’s no going back. You’ve been corrupted into the perfect faggot sub, and I’m laying claim to you. Now everyone who fucks you knows that even though they are free to use your sweet cunt, you belong to me.” “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” Sir clipped the tag to Mike’s collar. “Now, take my fucking load faggot.” THE END

I was group fucked in my sling by my usual Buddies last night, 2 Dads and 4 Lads. The put me in the sling and strapped the stirrups round my ankles and hauled my legs up high and spread wide apart. I fucking love that - my hole was on show and I felt real vulnerable. They were all naked and hard so it wasn’t long before I had a cock deep in my arse. They lined up to fuck and seed. Me. Hamish went last cuz he’s got a massive cock and I struggle to take it but I’d been fucked so hard for over an hour and I had 5 big wet loads in me that Hamish easily forced his cock balls deep in me. Even though I’d had 5 cocks inside me Hamish was still a real tight fit and I felt every thrust as he pumped his load in me.

Prologue -James I walked into my boss, Anthony’s, office where he stood over his desk. He was a few years older than me but I doubt he was past his mid thirties. He was about my height at 5’8 but had a slightly thicker frame. He had his brown hair cut short and a thick beard covering most of his face. He wore the standard blue suit with a black dress shirt he wore almost everyday. “Good, you’re here” he said as I sat down in front of his desk. “I have urgent business that I need you to fly out and take care of.” “Fly where sir” I asked somewhat surprised as travel had never been mentioned in my job before. “ northern Maine” he responded “ we have a client there who is willing to make a massive donation, over 20 pieces, but wants one of us there to make sure they make it here safe.” I had not expected travel to be involved in working for a nonprofit art museum but I was scared to refuse as this job paid surprisingly well and I had only just started. “I’m sorry sir but I just got married and I hadn’t expected travel to be a part of this position” I said hesitantly. “Oh of course I understand which is why we’ll be covering all your expenses and paying you double time for the duration of the trip. I am sorry to your new bride but this trip shouldn’t be more than a few days.” Anthony said reassureidly “Well if you’re offering all of that Ill have to accept, when would I leave” I asked surprised by the amount I’d be making to babysit paintings “Right now, we have a car downstairs to take you to LAX, and a bag with some clothes and other essentials.” He said walking around the desk and towards the door gesturing me to follow. “Wait I thought I’d have time to discuss it with my wife first.” I said hurriedly standing up to follow him out “Oh no this has to be done now, don’t worry I’m sure your wife will understand.” He said walking us towards the elevator. “You can call her from the car if you’re worried” he added as we stepped out of the elevator towards the car. “Um ok I guess I’ll go then” I said timidly. “Atta boy” Anthony said before hugging me goodbye. As I sat in the car I tried to call my wife but it went to voicemail. I left her a message explaining where I was going as I walked into LAX and checked my bag. -Anthony “ yes master he’s on his way and he’s perfect for you, just your type and prime for corruption.” I spoke into the phone between moans as I rode a massive dildo. “ good I’m glad to hear you’ll soon have another brother” master spoke through the phone as I twisted my pierced nipple encircled by a bright red biohazard tattoo “ I can’t wait master” I said before he hung up. I remembered my first time meeting master and slammed my cunt onto the massive rubber cock even more vigorously to the thought before I felt myself orgasm, toxic cum shooting out of my caged cock.

Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon

Scotty’s Tree House – part four Before daddy Paul even got the needle out of Scotty's arm, Hugo and Fred, two big black dudes, a couple, who live next door were working the slammed up, spun out and TWEAKED out boywhore from both ends, pounding his throat and pounding his newly christened cunthole. The boy was trying to comprehend what was happening ears were ringing Vision was sort of Shifting back and forth he just had a dominating feeling of needing his holes pounded and filled. Scotty had never been much of a bottom he would always be somewhat of an angry top either at the bath house or playing in the woods are getting a dude up in his tree house. Or sneaking in his own bedroom. The slam was so euphoric it was strong it was unlike anything he had ever experienced just enjoying for the first time being a cunthole and having sloppy dirty seed and piss worked into them it felt so fukking warmm. Scotty always worked his hips toward the guy fucking him just wanting and wanting his hole to be opened he never wanted to be a tight hole again for he was often called one and the some guys wouldn't fuck him because of it. " I just think black cocks Are Better Built and bigger,"" said daddy Paul as he shoved his tongue up his boys cunt as Hugo was pulling out his 11 inch meatlog . Scotty's hole was so sloppy plus he had swallowed every load he took down his throat. Daddy Paul had posted in bbrt Scotty's initiation as an event so guys were coming in for the next couple hours from here or there and across the river. Daddy Paul continued to keep his pipe loaded and and demand that Scotty take long deep hits. Especially on his first slam. I want you so spun out and slammed up for the picnic table later. You're going to have fun time in the woods tonight you dirty public fuck hole. You like it don't you. We got some magic markers to write on you for tonight but you'll be getting some permanent tats brandings and piercings so everyone knows what you are . We're going to get over to your tree house real soon because I know you got some cash over there and you're going to pay for all this shit I've been giving you tonight. A ball is 3-1/2 grams you got a four balls to start scale, a couple pipes and a bong and they'll be rigs, the syringe is called a rig, and you'll be making your own slams. Keep that s*** under lock and key there are no honest whores around here they'll steal if they can and won't tell you. If you lose it you got to buy it again All of us pigs here have mohawks and you'll be getting yours. Your days of being a f****** dumb twink working at a gas station are over b****. You work for me now and you're going to be worn torn ripped open spat on kicked around beaten up double slammed gang raped and put in your place. You are mine now and you are going to perform. You'll get your cut your commission when I'm paid first. You are one of 10 guys here we cater to public pigs who like fucking in public toilet sex picnic tables just being dirty whores and loving it. I love to swap and Felch and you're going to love to swap and felch holes with me. We we're going to work the glory holes too, shoot some video in the woods especially daytime mornings and get over to the men's room in the front of the big box hardware and grocery store over there. You're going to be so wired and up for probably two or three days two or three nights so keep piping take as much loads as you can because remember unless they want you to fuck them you are their cum dumpster l and you are there to please our boys and men. End of Part 4 Before we see Scotty working his pipes and Magic markering his body we have to take a break and and read the following authors note.. Check out my story called "Trailer Trash Tina and the Crystal wizard." Tina is the cousin of daddy Paul and she also supplies him with shit he hustles in the city. You're going to be going out there and paying for stuff that you need and maybe working the woods there because you're a dirty high as fuck public pig serving the needs of our dirty public sex. Boss Daddy his meth head stable boy cunt will be heading out to trailer trash Pig meth country and tangling with a County Sheriff r

Both their bladders empty the two men left Mike in the sling. He lay there panting, licking the acid taste of fresh piss from his lips. Sir finally pushed himself away from the wall and walked over to his boy. He smiled taking in his changed body. His nipples slowly becoming meatier and more sensitive from frequent stimulation and the stout barbell piercing Mike had picked out for himself. His locked cock, still tucked in a now soaked jockstrap, leaked precum like a broken tap that never fully turned off. Mike’s jaw hung slightly slack, a glazed look of contentedness plastered across his face. He’d been fucked into oblivion and loved every second of it. Silently, Sir stepped between the boy’s legs and ran a finger across his slick hole. It slid in easily. Mike moaned lightly. Sir added another, and another, till all four of his thick fingers were twisting in and out of Mike. God his hole had been destroyed. That first day Mike had almost been too tight to take Sir’s cock, now he easily took all four of his fingers to the knuckle. Sir bent in his thumb, made his hand into a spear and pressed. All the cum in Mike ass lubed up his invading digits perfectly. Mike moaned. Sir pressed forward. “Open up my cunt,” Mike said breathlessly. Sir smiled down at his boy. His hole really was a cunt now. After just a few week’s this boy’s hole had gone from a tight safe only almost virgin college jock’s hole to the cunt of a cum hungry sub pig slut. What would it be like after months of use? Of years. Sir grinned wickedly, and pressed his hand forward. Mike stood nervously at the front door of the address Sir had given him. What was he doing here? On Sir’s instructions he’d walked out of the house, followed his maps app across campus to a random residential street and was now standing awkwardly in front of an unassuming Craftsman house. What was he doing here, he wondered again. He’d woken up with an ass full of cum, been so turned on by that cum leaking out of him that he’d sucked off his straight teammate and swallowed his load, and then gotten bred again by Sir. He’d begged Sir to breed him. “Use my cumdump hole,” he’d said. Now he was at some stranger’s house with no information about him and he was actually considering knocking. He was considering that, wasn’t he, he asked himself. Even though he knew it that if he knocked he almost certainly wouldn’t be leaving this house till he had this stranger’s load in his ass too. His hole twitched. He licked his lips, thinking about Brad’s load going down his throat and how even as he’d swallowed it he’d wished it had gone in his ass. He’d wanted another load in his ass so badly he’d immediately begged Sir… he was spiraling. Even as it was happening he sensed it. He was trying to avoid the truth. The truth that even though he’d just been fucked full of cum by Sir, he wanted more. The truth that he was turned on by the fact that he didn’t know who was waiting on the other side of that door. Sir had told him to come here and he wanted to make Sir happy, that was all that mattered. The truth that he felt hotter and more sexy than he had in his entire life with an ass full of cum being pimped out by Sir. The truth that he was more turned on than he’d ever been before. Mike knocked on the door. The door opened almost immediately as is the man who opened it had been standing there waiting. Mike was embarrassed thinking that this man had been watching his stand there wracked with indecision for as long as he had. “Um… I’m supposed to tell you that Jake sent me.” Mike blurted out. “I figured, come on in boy.” The man said stepping aside to let him in. Nervously Mike stepped in the door. The man closed the door behind him and gave Mike a wide smile. Probably in his early forties, he was taller than Mike by several inches. He had a handsome lean face. He was nowhere near as large and muscular as Sir, but still had an obviously athletic build. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt with thick curls of hair peeping over the collar. “My name’s Wolf,” he said, holding out a hand. A little confused at the formality Mike stuttered for a second before taking the man’s hand and replying, “I’m Mike.” “But that’s not what your Sir calls you is it?” “No…” “No… what does he call you?” “He calls me boy.” “Is that all?” “No. He calls me Good Boy, and um… he calls me faggot and slut and cumdump.” “Good,” Wolf took a step closer to Mike closing some of the distance between them. “He told me you’re new. That you’re just discovering your slutty side and could use a little breaking in.” “I…I guess you could say that.” “I like breaking in boys. Opening them up. Its one of my favorite things to do.” He was even closer to Mike now, his eyes never leaving Mike’s. “Do you want me to open you up?” “Yes.” Mike replied breathlessly. “Follow me.” Wolf broke their eye contact for the first time and moved quickly around Mike. Mike was breathless. His cock was hard as a rock in his pants and he could feel his hole puckering. Wolf led the boy to the back of the house, through a nice living room and kitchen, down a small hallway and into what should be the back bedroom. Except there was no bed in this room. In the middle of the room stood a sling above which was a large mirror. The floor was black almost like rubber. The walls were dark, and all of the lighting was in shades of red. Mike’s breath caught in his throat. This was a sex room like he’d never imagined existed in real life. “You like my playroom? I know, it can be a little overwhelming at first. But… I think, with what a good little slut Jake says you’re becoming that you’re going to be spending a lot of time here. Go on, get comfortable. Take off your clothes.” Mike swallowed hard and did as he was told. He pulled off his shirt, dropped his shorts and after a second’s hesitation took off his briefs. He put his clothes in a pile next to the door and stood naked in front of the still clothed Wolf. The older man smiled, taking in Mike’s lean fit frame, the smattering of hair between his pecs, his flat stomach, thick bush, and throbbing dick. The boy’s body was excited, even if his mind was nervous. “I can see why Jake like’s you,” he said stepping up to Mike and running his hand along the boy’s torso. “You’re a sexy little fuck.” “Thank you, Sir.” “No, I’m not your Sir. That’s Jake’s title. You’ll call me Mr. Wolf, or Alpha. Understood.” “Yes… Yes Mr. Wolf.” “Good boy. Now, let’s get you in that sling pup and see what you’re working with.” Wolf grasped Mike by both of his shoulders, spun him around and walked him backwards towards the sling. He felt the leather seat bounce against his ass, then he was knocked backwards. He tumbled back into the saddle. Wolf gave him another shove getting the boy situated in the middle of the sling. Mike looked up at himself in the mirrored ceiling. He looked at himself without recognition for a moment. Surly the boy laying in a sling with his legs willingly raised into the air couldn’t be him. He was a good kid, careful and intentional. He didn’t let himself get caught up in things. Yet, that wasn’t true anymore. He was becoming impulsive, acting on his most hedonistic thoughts. He was being led by his hormones. It was him. There was no denying it. He was the one laying in the sling, looking at himself in a mirrored ceiling while a man, twenty years his senior and still fully dressed, strapped cuffs around his ankles and wrists. He watched Mr. Wolf clip the cuffs on his appendages to the chains of the sling, making it impossible for him to escape what was coming. Would he even want to escape though he wondered? Even if he hadn’t fully thought it through on the way over he’d come here wanting to get fucked. He’d known that was where this was going. There was no other reason Sir would send him to another man’s house. He’d come here without questioning it. Sir had told him to and he’d obeyed because he wanted it. He’d wanted to end up strapped into this sling with his hole presented to this strange man. Wolf smiled down at his new play thing. Fuck, Jake really does know how to pick them, he thought. Look at this sexy fucking college jock just desperate for cock. He remembered being twenty-one and discovering the joys of gay sex. He hadn’t taken to it like Mike had though. It had been years before he’d learned what a pig he really was. He was almost envious of the boy. He wasn’t going to waste years on vanilla sex. He was going to leave college with a degree and a cunt men would beg to fuck. “That’s better,” Mr Wolf said. “You look so fucking sexy splayed out like that for me boy.” “I feel so slutty,” Mike said, with a big grin on your face. “Feel? Pup you’ve got a load leaking out of your tight little hole and you came over to a stranger’s house to get fucked again. You are slutty.” Mike blushed but said, “Thank you Mr. Wolf.” “I’m going to do more than just fuck you though.” Wolf said, finally pulling his shirt off and revealing a lean fur covered torso. “Don’t get me wrong, I like breeding a warm ass as much as the next guy,” he shoved his pants to the ground and kicked them to the side. Wearing only a full looking jock now he stepped between Mike’s legs. “But I prefer taking my time and turning a hole,” he rubbed Mike’s pucker, “into a wet, loose, sloppy hole before I get my cock inside it.” He pushed a finger into Mike, the boy moaned his eyes drifting closed. “You’ve got a nice hole, there’s no denying that, but it’s new, still tight and clinging.” He slipped another finger in. “It needs training.” Mike moaned again. “Do you want that pup? You want me to train your hole? You want me to open you up? Jake’s done a good job of priming you but we can take this hole so much further. Is that what you want?” “Oh fuck yes!” “No, no. You know better. You have to tell me what you want.” “I want you to open my hole Mr. Wolf! I want you to train me! Open me up till I’ve got a hole you want to fuck!” “Good Boy. I hope you’re ready for it. Let’s open you up.” Mr. Wolf stepped away, moving out of Mike’s eye line. He heard him moving around, heard the snap of buckles and the unmistakable sound of lube slathering over something. Then Wolf reappeared. Mike’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. Wolf was still wearing his jockstrap, his cock hidden from view, but buckled in front of it was a strange contraption that held a thick monstrous looking dildo where is dick should be. Mike looked at the toy in shock. It was bright red, with a pointed tip that quickly swelled into a bulbous head. It then nipped in again before flaring into a girthy veined shaft. The base however was the most shocking part. About two thirds down the shaft was another wide bulb, almost double the girth of the head, that then quickly tapered down to a narrower shaft. There was no way Mr. Wolf was expecting to get that all inside his ass Mike thought, or was he? “Before you get my load,” Mr. Wolf said, “You’re going to learn to take my wolf cock completely. Most people assume I got my nickname Wolf for being hairy as a bear but too skinny to really be one.” He shook the strap on at Mike. “I got the name because I love fucking a boy till I’m knotted deep inside him. Don’t worry. I’m starting you out with my smallest knot. After you’re able to take this knot I’ll train you for the big ones.” “You’re… you’re going to put that in my ass?” Mike stammered. Mr. Wolf laughed, “I’m going to do more than that pup. I’m going to fuck your hole till my knot’s sliding in and out of your dripping pussy.” “I don’t… I don’t know if I can…” “Oh you’ll take it. Don’t worry.” Mr. Wolf moved between Mike’s legs and smiled his slightly overlong canine teeth glinting. He really does look like a hungry wolf, Mike thought. “Alright pup,” Mr. Wolf said. “I’m going to take it nice and slow, but you don’t get my load till you’ve taken this knot. Understood?” “Yes Alpha,” Mike said, suddenly feeling that honorific was more appropriate. “Good pup. You’ll be a nice little sub for Jake, and a good slutty beta pup for me, won’t you?” “Yes Alpha!” Wolf grinned and licked his chops. This was going to be fun. He slathered some more lube onto the head of his wolf cock and lined up the tip with Mike’s cummy pucker. The boy tensed as the cold plastic touched his skin. “Relax pup. That’s just the tip.” Mike took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. As he breather out his hole relaxed and the first inch of the silicone cock slid inside him. “Good pup. That’s it. Let me in.” “Holy shit.” Mike panted feeling more and more of Wolf’s strap on press inside of him. “Open your eyes pup. Look at me. Look at me. Right here.” Mike blinked, dragging his eyes from the mirrored ceiling where he was watching the red cock invade his still too tight hole, and looked Wolf in the eyes. “You can do this. You’re going to do this. I want you to focus on something else. Don’t think about how big my wolf cock is, or that you’re scared of my knot. Those being inside you are inevitabilities. Worrying if you can handle it isn’t going to change anything. Jake told me you were so horny after the first time he fucked you you dreamed about getting bred. You wanted it so bad you came in your sleep.” “Fuck… that’s so embarrassing.” Mike said blushing. “No its not. That’s you mind, your subconscious, helping you realize what you really want. I bet that wasn’t the last time you dreamed about getting bred is it? I bet last night, with another hot load fresh in your hole, you dreamed about it again didn’t you?” “Yes… It was… It was all I could think about when I got home from Sir’s.” “Good. Tell me more. Tell me about that dream. Tell me about your fantasies. What have you been imagining. I know you have been. I bet you got home last night, with Jake’s load deep inside you, and just lay there thinking about raw cock deep in your hole.” “I…” “Go on pup.” Wolf rocked back and forth sliding just the head of the wolf cock in and out of Mike’s hole. “I told myself I didn’t want it,” Mike started, “But… but I did. It was a lie. I thought that guys like me didn’t fuck raw. It just wasn’t something that we did, but I had. I’d been fucked raw. I’d let Sir cum inside me. He’d gotten me to say things… to admit thing.” “What kind of things pup?” “That I wanted him to cum inside me. That it made me feel like a slut and I liked that. I begged him for his load that first time. It turned me on so much to have him inside me raw. It felt so good I came without even touching myself. I wasn’t even totally hard. He fucked the cum out of me. Then I was scared and nervous but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It turned me on so much. I tried to ignore it but that was impossible.” Mike was on a role now. He didn’t notice Wolf pressing forward and working the first part of the shaft inside him. “His cum… it came… It leaked out of me the next day. It was so hot to see the load that had been inside me. I jerked off with my underwear soaked in his cum on my face. That night I dreamed about Sir fucking me. I dreamed that he fucked me over and over again till my hole was a loose sloppy mess. I woke up covered in cum. I didn’t even shower. I messaged Sir right away and a I took his load again that day.” “Was it different the second time? Was it different going there knowing what was going to happen? That you were going to a man’s house to get bred by him.” He rocked his hips forward fucking the first half of his wolf dick into the boy’s greedy hole. “I was nervous, but it was… it was freeing too. It felts so good taking his load… I was desperate to do it again.” “It was more than that though. You could get any man to fuck you. You could get any man to breed your sweet college boy hole… Why Jake?” “He… there’s something about him. He has some… He has a power over me. Its not just how good it feels to take his load… I want… I want to make him feel good. I want to submit to him. He makes me want to submit.” “That’s it pup. Keep going.” “The second time he said… something like… he said, ‘Let’s turn this hole into a proper pussy.’ Then he said, ‘nice college boy’s don’t have pussies, they have tight college boy holes. Only cumdumps, fags, sub pigs have pussies’. I didn’t know that… I’d never thought of myself as anything but a good college boy before, but when he said it… when he said that if I got my hole fucked into a pussy I wouldn’t be a nice college boy… I didn’t want to be one any more. I wanted to be his fag. I wanted him to use me as a cumdump. I wanted to be his sub. He called me a Good Boy and that made me want it even more. I want to be a Good Boy. “He made me say it. He made me beg him. He made me say that I was a cum hungry faggot. That I wanted him to make me his cumdump. I wanted him to breed my hole till it was a leaking cum filled pussy. I begged him over and over till he finally filled me with cum. I felt guilty again… sort of… after I got home. I was conflicted about what I’d said and what I thought I had been. I tried…well… it didn’t last long… but I tried to pretend that I hadn’t meant what I said. That it had been a heat of the moment thing. That wasn’t true though. I’d known as I said it that I was finally speaking the truth.” “What truth?” Wolf was fucking Mike’s hole slowly, pushing just a little more of the wolf dick into him with each thrust. “I am a faggot cumdump. I’m a pig. I’m a sub boy. At least I hope to be. I know I need more…more training before I can really be, but I want to be trained. I want to be opened up and stretched. I want boy for Sir, and a good beta pup for you. I wanna be a slut that other men use. This morning… Sir’s load leaked out of me at the gym. I ate it off my fingers in the bathroom… and then I was so turned on that when a straight friend of mine was telling me about how his girlfriend wasn’t putting out I offered to blow him. We went up to his room. Neither of us got undressed. He just closed his eyes and I sucked him off till he blew his load. It was so hot. I just wished I could have gotten him to fuck me. I wish his load had gone in my ass instead. I texted Sir immediately after. I went to his house and he bred me against the door. He used me like the slut that I am.” “And then he sent you to me for pussification.” “Yes Alpha!” “Good boy. Good pup. Look up in the mirror. Look how much of my wolf cock you’ve got in you.” “Holy shit!” Mike gasped. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Two thirds of the red silicone cock were buried inside him and the wide knot was pressing against his hole. “You see. I told you. Your hole is capable of more than you think it is. You just have to get out of your own way.” “I can’t… I cant believe it. Fuck! It feels so good Alpha. You wolf cock feels so good opening me up. Fuck!” “I know pup. Savor that. Focus on how good it feels. You want to feel like that more don’t you beta?” “Oh fuck yes. I want to be open like this all the time. I can’t stop thinking about getting fucked. I don’t just want to suck off one of my teammates. I want to be the team’s cock sucker. I want to be kneeling on the floor of the locker room as they take turns using my mouth. Or even better my hole. Just ass up on a bench as they all use me.” “You want a room full of men to breed you?” “Fuck yes! I want to put the new pussy I’m making to good use. I want to be so full of cum its just leaks out of me.” “That’s it pup, go into that fantasy. Tell your Alpha what you want. Tell me about the sub boy faggot beta you dream of being.” Quietly he started to push forward with the knot, slowly stretching Mike’s hole as the boy dreamed. “I wish my whole life could be about sex and making men feel good. Sending every day serving Sir and you… and anyone else. Sir would tell me to go places… like he did today… and there would be some friend of his, some guy who needed to get off. They would just use me like a slut. My team makes know… they fuck me when they want. Sir’s friends use me when they want. You use me when you want. You open me up and train my hole. You open me up so much that your whole wolf cock just slides inside me like its nothing. I can bounce up and down on it all day. Making my hole nice and sloppy for you to breed. Making my hole into the perfect cunt for my Alpha to fuck.” “Good pup. You’re a good little slut. Look up in the mirror again. You fucking did it pup.” “What?” Mike gasped. He’s felt himself stretching, felt his second hole open, but he hadn’t realized. He’d taken it. He’d taken Alpha’s wolf cock inside him. He was knotted. His hole had expended wide and then loosely closed around the shaft again. “Oh my god.” “You’ve got my knot inside you. How do you feel?” “So fucking good! Holy shit! I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I took that fucking knot. It didn’t hurt at all.” “That’s because youre a little fucking faggot,” Wolf said with an evil smile. “Your hole was made to take cock, even wolf cock. You long to have this little college boy hole stretched out into a big sloppy cunt, you told me yourself. So why wouldn’t you be able to open up and take me.” Wolf pulled back the knot slowly stretching Mike’s hole as he watched in the mirror. His ring clung to the widening shaft and then suddenly the knot burst out of him with a wet pop. Mike moaned. It felt amazing. His hole felt sloppy and wet. Wolf pushed forward again. This time Mike watched the knot disappear inside him. Precum streamed from his cock. He groaned. His head crashing back onto the sling. “Fucking ruin me,” he panted as Wolf started to fuck the knot in and out of him. “Fucking sloppy hole.” Wolf growled as he hammered into the boy. “Fuck yes. I’m going to make this hole it a big loose sloppy fucking cunt. A few weeks and you’ll be taking my fucking fist. Do you want that boy? Do you want my hand inside your guts?” “Fuck yes! Wreck my hole! Please Alpha! Remake my hole! Turn me into the perfect sub beta pup cunt!” “Jake’s going to love your fucking hole. He’ll never have to warm you up again when I’m done with you. He’ll just spit on your cunt and slide right inside. Is that what you want boy?” “Fuck yes! Please!” “Fuck! I cant wait any longer. I’ve got to get my cock inside your sloppy hole!” Wolf slammed forward till the knot was fully inside Mike’s hole. Then he unbuckled the straps from his waste leaving the dildo lodged in Mike’s ass. He stepped back for a moment and Mike craned his head to see Wolf’s cock finally be revealed. He pushed off the now precum and lube soaked jock letting his dick spring up. It wasn’t obscenely long, but it was fat. Thick around as a can of soda, and sporting a big blunt head. Mike’s eyes grew wide and smile spread across his lips. “Fuck yes. Shove that fat cock in me.” He said hungrily. “As you wish pup.” In one swift movement he pulled the dildo out of Mike’s hole, dropping it on the ground, and slammed his real cock deep inside the boy. Mike groaned, somehow Wolf’s cock felt even fatter than the knot that had just been inside him. Wolf immediately started to hammer his cock into Mike. He used the motion of the sling to sink his cock into the boy over and over. They were both grunting and panting. Sweat dripped off of them. The room stunk of sweat and lube. Mike’s eyes had glazed over. His face was a picture of blank contentment. Wolf had seen this look in boy’s eyes before. He’d given himself over to his cock lust. He’s whole world had shrunk to just the pleasure he was getting from the cock slamming into his hole. He was getting close. Wolf knew he wouldn’t last long now. That didn’t matter. He’d done what he’d wanted to do, what Jake had asked him to do. He’d broken the boy down just that little bit more. He’d gotten Mike to admit how much he loved servicing men, not just Jake. He’d gotten Mike to beg to be used and abused. He’d shown Mike just want his hole could become, and how good it would feel. He growled, first low in his chest, then slowly rising. His face turned red from the effort of holding back his orgasm. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t hold it back any longer. As a howl burst from his mouth his balls contracted and his cock throbbed. Mike gave a contented sigh. He knew what was happening. He felt the warmth spreading into his guts as Wolf unloaded inside him. Bliss filled his mind blotting everything else out. He was lost in the pleasure of another man’s orgasm. Cum dripped from the end of his own cock, but he didn’t think much about it. He was getting more pleasure from the cock cuming inside him than he ever had from his own. As Wolf’s orgasm subsided, and his breathing slowed to a pant, he looked down at the boy. Mike smiled at him, a big shit eating grin, and said, “Thank you Alpha. Thank you for making me your beta pup as well as Sir’s boy.” “You’re welcome pup.” Wolf said, and for the first time, kissed Mike.

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?

I could tell my dad was interested and I loved that! He pretty much let me lead the way and taught me everything I wanted to know about kissing and blow jobs and jerking off. Just take things slow with him at the beginning and things will just happen naturally. My dad knew I wanted him to be the first one I experienced sex with but he was worried about hurting me so we prepared for probably 3 months until we finally went all the way. It was the most incredible experience of our lives!

I cleaned myself up the best I could, Harold filled me up with such a big load I was freaked out but now more turned on by the feeling of his cum in my ass and I didn’t let any of it out since that was what he wanted. I sure didn’t want to upset him, he had the picture of me in his bathroom and I sure didn’t want anyone else to know about this so I had to keep Harold happy. Making him feel good and letting him fuck me was really hot, and thinking about how it all played out and replaying it over in my head had started to get me horny again. I wanted to be safe, but I enjoyed making men happy. I liked having Frank’s and Harold’s cum in my ass, it meant I pleasured them and made them feel good enough to dump their load inside of me. I just wanted to make them feel good and make them cum, without having to get their load inside of me so I could be safe but… I am glad they liked fucking me. This just cannot happen again, I need to be more careful when playing with guys… I gathered myself after a bit of daydreaming and got out of the bathroom. Vivian asked me questions until I had to excuse myself from how uneasy I felt trying to pretend I was sick but Harold gave me a knowing smile when I excused myself to the guest bedroom. My parents finally came back from their own party they attended, they talked to me when they were done speaking to our hosts and I reiterated what was said about my “sickness” and how I may have had a bit too much to drink but I was fine, I enjoyed myself and made random comments about the shed party, trying my best to cover the fact I spent about half of my night getting stuffed with cock from friends of the family. After everyone went to bed, I remembered hearing Harold saying to my dad that a couple of the guys were left up in the shed still, dad had made a remark about not being as young as he used to be and told Harold he was going to go to bed but for them to enjoy and have another drink for him! Harold excused himself from the house when Vivian bid him goodnight, and he told her he would be quiet when he came in as to not wake anyone. I thought nothing of it until I was just drifting off to sleep, it must have been close to 4 am when I was immediately awoke by someone shaking me by the shoulder with one hand gently and grabbing my ass with the other. Me: huh, what’s going on? Harold: Ssssshhhh! You don’t want to wake anyone up do you? Keep quiet, get your clothes and shoes on and come with me. Puzzled, I wasn’t sure what was going on but did as he asked and followed him out of the house, and back up towards the shed. Me: why did you wake me up? where are we going? Harold: Back to the shed boy… I have a couple friends who want to meet you. Me: What? Please tell me this isn’t going to be some kind of twisted trick being played on me… Harold: Not at all, judging by how much you like cock this should be fun for you. Don’t make a scene, and do not disappoint me. Anything I ask you to do you do. Understand me? I will not ask you to do anything that you do not want to do, but be sure you follow my orders and everything will be ok. Me: What do you have planned? Harold: You will see boy. I hope your hole still has my cum in there. You keep it all in for me like I asked? Me: Yes… a bit leaked out but I held the rest in my ass… why? Harold: Excellent, a bit is not a big deal… that is necessary for what I have planned. We approached the shed doors, it was quiet now and the music was off. The lights were still on though and I could faintly hear voices inside. Harold opened up the door and stepped in, I followed behind and realized that the place was mostly empty now, with only a few guys sitting around a table talking and having drinks. Right away I recognized 2 of the guys, there were three men sitting by a round table and one was Frank! My face flushed as I made eye contact with him, and he smirked at me. The guy sitting next to him was one of the men he was with earlier, named Brett. The last man sitting down looked like a mountain of a man, he was huge with a big grey beard and a big round belly. He looked taller then everyone in the room, even when he was sitting down! He smiled warmly at me and I realized that all eyes were now on me, Harold had brought me in front of these men and I stood before them feeling like a piece of meat. Frank: If it isn’t the chubby little slut! Brett: Hey, be nice to the entertainment. Me: umm, what is all this? Harold: You have met Brett and Frank before, this right here is Lionel. He isn’t married like the two boys over here, but he is a bit older like myself and enjoys a nice hole to breed as well heheh. Lionel: Hello young fellow. My goodness you are quite cute, how about sitting in daddies lap for a while? He sounded so sincere and warm, but when he spread his legs a massive bulging imprint of his cock was visibly outlined in his trousers and despite him being overweight this was still clearly visible, the sight made my face flush even more. Frank: Hell no, we got interrupted a few times and I had him first. I want a go at him again so I can fuck him properly! Brett: The fuck are you talking about, I never even had a crack at him yet and you want em again ya greedy bastard? The men were starting to argue over me like I wasn’t even there, it was really quite odd being fought over like this, I assumed straight guys fought over women like this but it was turning me on just hearing how much they all seemed to want me! I felt like I should have a say in who does what to me, but before I could even advocate for myself Harold spoke up: Harold: Boys! Boys! Everyone is going to get a turn, so no fighting. First things first, Zack is going to come to me, you all can take your pants off so we can get started. Me: wait, what’s happening? Harold: remember what I said about earlier boy? Me: ….yes sir. Harold: Excellent, now be a good slut and come here, lose your pants and bend over, ass facing the boys at the table. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly but I had a good idea at this point, they were all horny to fuck my fat ass. I just wasn’t sure how this was going to happen yet but I told myself to go with it. At this point, Harold has things in store for me and I have to go along with it if I want to keep myself from getting onto more trouble with my folks or others finding out. I took my pants off and slowly walked over to him, looking over at the table I noticed the guys were all now sitting facing me with their cocks out. Frank was hard already and Brett was soft but had a big smile on his face. Lionel had his cock completely soft as well but it looked much thicker then Brett’s, it looked like a beer can when it was soft. Lionel was cut, unlike everyone else in the room who were uncut, but so far he looked like he had the biggest hog in the room. Harold: Alright, pregame before the main event! As you all know, I fucked this slut before I brought him up here and now you get to see just how much he can take. Zack, bend over and push your ass out and spread your hole open. Show the guys just how sloppy I made you hehe. Me: like… this? I was still a little embarrassed by the blatant sexual show I was putting on display but did as I was told, facing the wall and my ass pointed at the men in the room, I was bent over with my hole now spread wide and I could feel my sphincter opening up a bit from all the fucking earlier. I could only imagine how lewd my butthole looked now. They were all talking about me, all four men ranting and raving about my ass, calling my hole a pussy, and eyeing me bent over like a true whore for them really had me feeling hot and bothered now. Harold: This faggot can take a dick better then most women! Isn’t that right boy? Without giving me time to answer he smacked my ass HARD, so hard that I yelped in surprise from the sudden slap. He did it again and on the second hit he spanked the other ass cheek, getting a moan out of me this time that seemed to cause a stir in the men behind me. Harold: keep that ass hiked up and spread open boy. You guys like the view right? Well it gets even better… watch this. He maneuvered around behind me so I could no longer see what he was doing. For a moment everything was quiet, then I heard a snicker from someone and Harold roughly shoved what felt like his cock into my ass! It was a bit dry on the outside of my hole, so it almost felt like his cock tore my anus when he pushed into me! As soon as he got inside I could feel the cum that was left in my ass squishing around the head of his cock as he pushed in a bit deeper and i moaned again, this time from the sensation of being penetrated once more. I barely had the time to get used to the feeling, as soon as he had put his cock in me he pulled it back out and when it came out, a flood of cum came with it followed by nasty sloppy noises my anus was making from the sheer amount of jizz being ejected from my back passage! Me: A-ahh! Nooo… I was truly embarrassed. My hole was farting cum out, a small river of ejaculate was squirting out of my asshole while 4 men watched in excitement and I felt my face burning hot from the lewd show. Brett: Fuck dude, you dumped a lot in him didn’t ya? Frank: That’s probably some of my kids too hahaha! Jizz splattered all over the floor of the shed, pure white cum was pouring out of me and making a mess on the floor that went largely ignored by everyone, all eyes were latched to my asshole on full display. Just feeling all that cum leaving my body, its silky wetness sliding out of my hole after it was pumped hotly up my chute… I was becoming very turned on by the feeling of it. Harold: Now that you all seen how much he can handle, I don’t want anyone fighting. We are going to share this slutty faggot ass and he is going to do whatever we want and make us all feel good. Isn’t that right buddy? Me: Yes… use me for your pleasure… Harold: Atta boy! Now I think we should start with something fun like musical chairs but with our dick instead of a chair! When I turn off the music, whoever the slut is closest too gets to grab him and pull his ass down on their cock hehe… Lionel: Music thumping at this hour might wake someone or the neighbors… or worse Vivian. Harold: Oh don’t be a spoiled sport Lionel. I’ll turn it down low for us. Frank: We don’t need music do we? I’ll tell him when to sit and when to stand again… Brett: Yeah yeah, good idea. With you in charge no one else will get a turn! They were fighting again. Over who got entrance to my ass. I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to this… I figured at least I could try and help make the situation less difficult for them if I made the decision for them. Me: Hey guys? Look, I don’t care who goes first or last. I do however want to make you all happy… how about we do something fair, everyone picks a toothpick or a straw from the mini bar and whoever gets the longest one gets to go first? I think even Harold was taken aback by me speaking up, every man in the room turned to me and for a split second nobody spoke. Then the calmest one in the room spoke up first: Lionel: I think the boy has a great point. Brett, you’re younger then us. Grab the straws over by the beer cooler and bring em here. Harold: Yeah, good idea Zack. So your good for something else besides warming my cock. He winked at me when he said that. I was starting to really feel like as much as they ribbed me, these men enjoyed my company and were a bit rugged around the edge but just wanted to get off and a nice gay boy like me who really liked making others happy was much better then any women who played hard to get with them. Brett: Ok ya dogs, everyone pick at the same time. On the count of three and then straighten them out on the table so we can see who’s is the longest. The guys counted down, and all pulled straws. Frank got the longest and of course rubbed it in Brett’s face as long as possible before he almost hot a beat down for the arrogant behavior. Brett was the next in line of length, so he went second and Lionel was in last place. Out of all the men, Lionel seemed the most content with his placement and I could tell, he locked eyes with me while frank and harold were talking with brett and I could feel the passion in his eyesight, this man wanted me possessively. Paying attention to the rest of the guys, Harold was barking out rules while the guys were getting their cocks hard and eyeing me up: Harold: Here’s how this is gonna work. No fucking with the faggot or who is fucking him unless your invited to assist. Don’t interrupt the action until it is your turn, everyone gets one and gets to enjoy the fag until they cum in him. When everyone gets a turn each if you want another one go, ask the whore personally. Until everyone is done, nobody leaves. I don’t want someone waking up viv or the neighbors while we are still getting our rocks off. Any questions? Nobody spoke up, they all seemed eager to get this underway and frank was already eye fucking me from 6 feet away. I knew this was my only chance to advocate for myself to play safely since I wasn’t able to before but I wanted to be as safe as possible so I took my chance. Me: I have just one question. Can you guys use a condom? I haven’t been as safe as I wanted to be earlier so it would make me feel better if we could… use protection. Please? Harold: Hahahahaha! You want us to use condoms? The shed erupted into laughter, only Lionel chuckled to himself but the rest were in hysterics at my words. Frank: You were lucky you got me to use one earlier. What do you think this is anyway? Harold: Take it easy frank. All of the men here are married besides Lionel so we know we are safe enough for ya boy… at least I think so. Lionel, how long has it been since you last gave anyone a good time? Lionel was quiet for a brief moment, brett was looking at him impatiently like he was sick of everything and just wanted to get off, I could see the look he was giving the other man across from him. Lionel: It’s been a few years for sure. I used to have quite a few good times with younger boys like himself and with a couple women as well but I always liked fucking boys. They are eager to take my cock and they can’t get pregnant. Most of them don’t ask for a rubber… so I never used them. The few that did ask ended up taking my raw cock at some point… but has been a while indeed. Brett: so you never used condoms at all? Lionel: not once in my life. Me: really?! How many people have you had sex with over the years? Frank: It don’t matter, it’s not like the old fart knows his status anyway, I doubt he has ever been tested for anything! The sound of that was ringing off alarm bells in my head. If he was never tested, how could he know if he was safe or not? He could have something and never know it, passing it along to everyone else he fucks! Lionel: no I was never tested at all… never had any health problems that got me going to get a check up either. So there’s nothing to worry about. As he said that last sentence he looked at me, giving me that warm smile again that made my hole twitch and my cock jump. Harold: See, nothing to worry about. Me: I would feel a lot less nervous about this if I had protection… maybe I could give you guys a blow job instead? That is a bit safer right? Harold: Remember what I told you earlier? Me: yes sir… please… I want to but… Harold: hmph… I thought you might say something like this. So I came prepared. He pulled out a already opened box of condoms, it was a small box and it looked like a brand name I had never seen before. Was this a package of cheap condoms? Harold: I grabbed them earlier. These have been lying around so long who knows if they will hold up? That’s all we got though, so guess what that means? It means your fat ass is going to go over there, put a condom on frank’s cock and your going to sit on it and make him cum. Don’t make me tell you twice, or the condom is optional for him if I have to tell you again. Frank: You heard the man, come here bitch! Harold extended his arm and I took a condom from the box, opened it up and slid it down the shaft of frank’s uncut cock. It mostly fit, but felt like it was something made from the dollar store. Me: Ok, you’re good. Im ready. I turned my back to him so he was facing my ass and braced myself, leaning on the table and jutting my ass out for him so he had better access to my hole and lowered myself down. Frank: Fuck yeah Zack, that’s it. He cooed sweet nothings at me while I started riding his dick and the guys were all idly chatting about the scandalous act before them, stroking but mostly watching us fuck and waiting their turns. His cock wrapped in a condom still felt really good in me and I was starting to really get into it, bouncing away and moaning a bit on each deep thrust before frank looked over at brett and they both smirked at one another, like they had just told each other a sick joke without using words. I was clearly not in on it, as I had no idea what they were planning and while I was sliding my ass back up off frank’s cock, he pushed me slightly but just enough that I almost fell onto the table, when I did his cock popped out of me and I heard Harold laugh. Brett gave Frank a knowing look while I tried to steady myself from the sudden force that caused his penis to exit my body. Harold: Don’t be too rough with him, I don’t want you guys to break anything and I like that table! Frank: The fat slut lost his balance, that’s all. Get your ass back here. He grabbed my hips with one hand and his dick with the other. He didn’t pull me down into his lap right away and when he finally did, I felt his engorged dickhead push me wide open again. Almost immediately I felt what seemed like a snap inside of me, almost like the flick of a rubber band but not too painful. Just enough that I noticed, and when that happened frank took his hand off the shaft of his cock and repositioned it at the other side of my hips before roughly pulling me down onto his lap, fully impaled on his stiff pole. Me: Oh fuck! Brett: The dumb slut seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out. Frank: Urgh yea, nice and warm and wet inside. Im going to fill him up. I felt his rhythm start to stutter, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy ass clung to his dick on each outward stroke. He was fucking destroying my boy hole but was slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, and leaned in close to my head before speaking again: Frank: You like me working it nice and deep in you? You already had my cock filling that hungry pussy of yours earlier and my load of cum up inside ya… Tell me how much you love it. Me: Fuck… I want your cock in me, I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood the condom in my ass. I was really starting to love the feeling, it felt much better now for some reason after the snapping sensation I felt when frank pushed back in and I started riding him like a bitch in heat trying to milk a load out of his fat nuts. Frank seemed like he was getting ready to cum any second, his grip on my hips was starting to hurt a bit from how rough he was getting. Frank: Your gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy? Gonna let my buddy shoot his load in your boy cunt too? He grunted and growled while pulling me up and down on his fat rod, an evil grin spreading across his face as he exchanged glances with Harold and the others. I could tell this was getting him off so I responded in a way I thought he wanted to hear me talk back: Me: Yes sir… Oh…. Fuck, please… I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass making my cock throb as it bounced with me in his lap. Frank: Here it… comes! Take my load you fucking slut!!! Suddenly I felt my ass get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my load from the sensation in my tender hole. He started rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth, still coming down from the haze of my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his long fingers, watching the guys reactions as he slowly twitched inside my ass. Brett: Fuck that was hot! Harold: Good boy, that’s one down. Lionel: That made me good and hard! Fuck I enjoyed the show so much… I cannot wait to be a part of it myself. He wasn’t lying! As I started to pull myself off of Frank’s uncut man meat, I looked over to see Lionel hard for the first time tonight, and I was in shock! He was hung like an elephant, the guy had a mammoth sized cock that looked unreasonable to be a penis on just any man. He was not just any man however, he was a massive man himself… but just seeing that enormous tool made me nervous for what was to come, thankfully a few of the guys would help open me up for him first since he was going last. Frank’s dick Finally came free with a loud “PLOP” followed by a torrent of cum, which startled me at first until I looked down and noticed the condom was broken, and bunched up at the base of what was just inside me. I looked back up at frank to see him grinning at me like he just won a gold medal for breeding my ass! Me: What the fuck? It broke? Frank: Yeahh that tends to happen with old condoms. Oh well. Too bad hehe. While I stood there in disbelief, my ass still dripping cum down my thighs and onto the floor, Brett grabbed me by the waist and maneuvered me in front of him, my vulnerable ass now hovering over his stiff prick. Brett: Now it’s my turn, have a seat buddy and let me feel that faggot pussy. Me: Oh fuck, please use a condom sir! Brett: Hahaha you still want one? Ok. I’ll give you one. He yelled to Harold, who threw him a new condom from the box and while I turned and watched, he rolled the condom on the head of his cock, then stopped. Brett: You know what guys? I think this is good enough protection for him right? He pulled me down onto his dick and before I could protest I felt the condom covered head slide up me in a rush, the rest of his smaller but still sizable cock filling me up quickly as my butt pressed against his pelvis. I moaned out involuntarily while he was balls deep inside me, but tried to talk him into being reasonable, there was no way the condom would stay on like that! Me: Hey, if you are going to fuck me like that, I don’t think the condom is going to stay on… can we pull out and try putting it on all the way? Brett: What do you mean? You wanted me to use a condom, and im using one! It’s on right now, and you got what you wanted so be happy and take it bitch! Me: B-but what if it comes off inside of me? Brett: You better hope your cunt don’t squeeze it off my cock before I cum then! He pulled himself up and off the chair while still managing to stay inside me and pressed hard on my back to force me bent over the table, and then started to pound away. He was quick and forceful with his thrusts, if he was any bigger his cock would have really hurt me! He didn’t waste any time and I could almost feel the condom on his cock for a minute but then he started to fully pull out and plunge back in. After a while of him doing this on one in stroke, he pushed in and I felt the condom slip off his cock while it was inside of me and when he pulled out again, this time there was no condom on his cock at all but he stabbed back into me and pumped a few times, then with a final grunt he came inside of me keep his cock as deep as he could get it in my hole. He didn’t reach as deep as the other guys before him but I still felt his meat twitching and bouncing away. Brett pulled out quickly, the abruptness making me gasp and I realized when I felt my wet sticky hole that I had once again been bred full of another mans cum without my consent. Lionel: Would you look at that. What a beautiful anus that young man has! Brett: Woo boy I needed that. Can’t say I cared too much for the rubber tho, good riddance. You hold onto it for safe keeping eh? Condoms make sure your protected after all! The room erupted into laughter again at my expense, and I was now naked, leaking jizz and had a condom inside of me. I felt like such a cheap whore more then ever. I stayed bent over there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. Frank: You good there buddy? I think ya broke him Brett, he ain’t moving or saying anything. Brett: I don’t care, it feels like I shot a fucking gallon of cum in there. Ain’t no bitch put out like that here in a long time for me. Harold: I know what will help set him right. He just needs a familiar man in him to help him feel better, all that dick and cum is messing with his head. Harold stepped over closer to me, and while I was still bent over the table I reached back towards my ass trying to see if I could feel the condom brett had on when he first pushed his cock into my ass. Me: umm, I can’t feel anything inside except for cum… Harold: It’s probably in there a bit further, don’t freak out and let me see. Lionel was idly stroking himself while staring at me like a grizzly bear staring at it’s prey. It got me more hot and bothered just looking at him, and i tried to gather my thoughts but I was turned on despite cumming already once, and my brain felt fuzzy like the rest of my body after being pounded like that. I couldn’t really focus on anything but all I could think about was the cocks in the room and the cum in my hole, which until tonight was safe only… What was really making my head swirl was that every time I asked for a man to use a condom tonight, they either treated it like it wasn’t important or completely ignored me. Was I meant to be used like this? A total and complete cumslut for these older men to dump their pent up loads in whenever they pleased? Harold: Push your arsehole out for me, like your tying to take a dump. Maybe the darn thing will come out then. I did as he asked, but besides some anal queefing and a lot of cum squirting out of my used anus, the rubber never made it’s exit from my ass. The noises from my hole got a lot of attention from the guys however and after me trying a few times unsuccessfully at getting anything solid to come out, Harold abruptly stuffed 3 fingers in my ass making me squirm. I suppressed a moan the best I could while he pushed in deeper and then laughed, he managed to fish out the condom and held it up to show me. Harold: Found it, Brett ya little fucker, you could have just taken it off! Frank: Where’s the fun in that? I would have left it up there to see if it helps protect him… Hahaha! Brett: He wanted me to use a condom so I did what he asked right? No harm no foul, if you kept it up his sloppy asshole it might keep him safe all night, you picking up what im putting down? Me: I’m pretty sure that’s not how condoms work… Lionel: We need to keep the boy safe… we sure don’t want him to catch anything… heheh. That didn’t sound ominous at all. Who am I kidding? None of them seemed like they had good intentions. But what choice did I have? Besides, I was really starting to like being a fuck toy for some older gentleman, even if they were pushing my boundaries and my safety as well… it was all so hot and I never had gotten attention like this before by so many guys at once that I was in a bit of a lust drunken haze from how much these men wanted me. Harold: You know what, you guys just might be on to something. Here fag, hold this. With no warning or without him giving me a chance to even reach back for what he was going to give me, I felt him shove what felt like three fingers and something very slimy and wet up my ass in such a rush I didn’t have the time to properly register it. Harold stood up, smacked my ass cheeks a couple of times with his hefty log of a cock then pushed his dick in me all the way to the base. Me: UNnnHhh! F-fuck me… Harold: That’s exactly what im doing. Brett: We seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig, look at him taking your old musty cock up his ass! I’m surprised he likes that ol thing hahah! Harold: This “old musty” dick of mine has been in so many holes your mother wouldn’t want you hanging around me Brett… now fuck off before I tell your wife your banging boys when she doesn’t put out. Lionel: Gotcha there heh. Harold was talking back and forth with the guys while he pumped my ass, I could once again feel a huge cock bumping into my second ring and pushing past it. All the pounding was making my ass jiggle and bounce away through the conversation and I held on the best I could. Frank: Did you manage to get that condom back up in him? Harold: It’s so deep In him now it’s probably gone, my dick reaches much further then brett’s little wiener does. Come see for yourself. Brett whined something pitiful while frank stood up as Harold pulled his cock out, making my hole gape open now slightly it wasn’t completely closing. Me: What do you mean it’s gone? Letting out a surprised laugh, Brett walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. Frank: Brett took a load off in there for sure, but I can’t feel anything else. It’s in there deep. Harold: It’s gone means that it is now so far up your slutty hole that it won’t come out for a while but this way we can still use a condom on ya heheh. Harold resumed what he was doing to my backside, pushing into my open anus again and fucking it with vigorous thrusts while everyone watched and frank stood next to us. I groaned, feeling Harold fucking my ass hard, harder then before and feeling Harold’s bigger balls slapping against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and fatter cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts making squishing wet noises with each thrust. Turning my head, I grabbed Frank’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth, i was so horny I just didn’t care, i wanted more. Frank: Yeahh boy, taste your hole on my dick… The room was filled with grunts and moaning while 2 men used both of my holes and the other 2 looked on in lust and amusement. Harold: I’m getting close boy, you want me to paint your insides white? Ready to be pushing my cum out all fuckin week? I wasn’t able to respond with franks cock in my mouth, but where I was I was unable to get away from either of them being stuck between two big dicks and all I could do was try and pull off frank so I could tell him to cum outside of me, I didn’t need more cum in me! Harold’s thrusts became more animalistic and I could feel his cock become more engorged in my asshole and his very meaty, mushroom cockhead was pushing into the entrance of my colon going so fucking deep it was making my body squirm with delight from the amazing sensations, my body betrayed me and pushed back on his dick now even though I wanted him to pull out. Harold: Here it comes… Frank: Ah fuck, I’m going to… With that, both of the guys inside of me ejaculated at nearly the same time, frank down my throat and harold deep up my ass. Yet ANOTHER cum load is out of the tip of his cock and into my hole. Free flowing towards the lining of my rectum. Splat, and it all hits me... the wave of jizz is now mine and no longer just a theory it is in my ass. I couldn’t stop it now.. The tops continue to spasm and shoot parts of their load into me. Harold’s continual thrusting of his meat smears that load up and down my hole, increasing the points of contact so the load has more opportunities to try and knock me up. All I could picture in this moment was 500,000,000 of his little baby makers having the swim of their lives deep into my ass cunt. They wouldn’t get me pregnant, I was just wiggling and squirming in the delight of being well fucked and no longer thinking too much about the consequences of all the cum I was getting in my submissive bottom tonight. I was fully enjoying this feeling now and my brain was starting to shut down the department that was sounding the alarm bells. Harold pulled out of me, his deflating dick followed by torrents of jizz from multiple men. The guys joked about me being a slut and I felt myself completely mentally check out. I was done fighting and just resigned myself to enjoy the sensations of being used… and for the rest of the night I was. Until the early hours of the morning I was passed around more, Lionel got his turn with me but for some reason refused to cum in my hole. He kept saying something about wanting to fill me when I was “ready to be his”. The rest of the guys fucked me and bred me again at least another time each and I was sent off to bed with my hole very loose and very full, and a reminder that I would keep this to myself and not tell anyone. The next morning, I pushed out what felt like a gallon of cum and the discarded condom from the night before, it was a morbid reminder of the night I had: I had a lot of fun but it was freaky getting fucked full of cum by so many men and taking their bare cock without knowing if I would be safe or not. I vowed that would be the last time I did that, but in the back if my mind I knew how much I enjoyed the feeling of a bare cock in my hole, pumping cum up my ass. I was hooked and even if I didn’t realize it yet, I was going to do it again. After a long uneventful day of me having the house to myself and playing with my hole while I was left alone for part of the afternoon, adults came home and my father approached me and told me that his friend was having a party at the bar he owned that was on the other end of town. It was an old school that was turned into a bar, and also was renovated to have hotel rooms for when people were too drunk to leave they just got a room for the night. It was a nice spot but by the sounds of it we were going to a crowded bar tonight and i hoped this was going to be a more normal night I could relax and enjoy…

double slam him… he is needs a 0.4 on both arms and fucking get a BwC in front of him…. teach him a lesson on how to take a real man’s cock. Just like my fucking hole waiting for a 8inch plus girthy to destroy me

Hi, where is the user "120daysofSodom" ? Loved his content, but he deleted his stuff here and on Instagram. Does anyone know what happened and where he is still posting stuff or at least online? Regards, Michael

College Surprise Koa’s POV “Hey, do you want to go to a party?” Jensen asked me, as he passed me his weed vape for the umph time since we got back to his dorm room. I still had a good buzz going on from before. “It’s off campus, so you don’t have to worry anything. My friends always throw the best parties,” he said grinning at me. “I know they’d love to meet and get to know you,” he said giving one of his now familiar grins. “Sounds cool,” I said smiling back at Jensen enjoying my high, as I sat back on his bunkbed taking another hit of the vape before passing it back to Jensen. I hadn’t expecting anything like this when I arrived at Cromwell College this morning. I was expecting the usual BS colleges do for prospective students. Yeah, sure we did the tour, got to meet a few professors, and watched a lecture presentation about life on campus. Yet, when we were handed over to our hosts for the weekend things changed. Jensen, my host, told me he didn’t want to bore me with shit that really didn’t matter unless I decide to go to CC in the fall. So, we hit up the local coffee shop on campus before heading to relax on a small hill overlooking the dorm Jensen lived in this term. He asked me about myself, I told him about my family, there was only my dad, who owns a small internet company and my fourteen-year-old brother. My mom died in a traffic accident when Aspen, my little brother was four. I swam all through elementary, middle, and high school, but I didn’t want to swim in college. I was afraid it would cut into my major in photography and creative writing. “Fuck, I can’t believe it’s almost 90 degrees in May,” Jensen said, before pulling off his polo shirt exposing his toned chest and abs. “Come on take off your shirt and get comfortable, I know you’ve got to be sweating your balls off,” he chuckled, as he ran his hand down his chest before grabbing and squeezing what seemed a nice thick piece of meat between his legs as if he were adjusting it. My gaydar was going off like crazy, as I gazed over at my now shirtless host. I had to play this carefully, I was still deep in the closet. One wrong move and Jensen could kick my ass for being a fag, but I couldn’t help he seemed to be flirting with me. I lived in a small coastal town in South Carolina, the last thing in the world I wanted was being outed in town since I was on the school swim team. My life would become a living hell and so would my brother’s. I wasn’t a complete virgin, having the opportunity to do some oral with a couple of tourists at a beach outdoor restroom and shower, but that was it. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes enjoying the feel of the warm grass between my toes. At home all I wore were cargo shorts and rarely wore regular shoes unless absolutely necessary, I preferred being barefoot or wear just flip flops. I glanced over at Jensen to see him smile and nod at me, which caused me to bone up right away. It was as if my dick had no self-control suddenly. “Fuck, I need a hit, you cool?” Jensen asked diverting my attention from my boner as he pulled out a vape and hit it a couple of times. “Shit, I needed that, here take a couple of hits,” he said with a grin passing me the vape. I’d done weed a couple of times at parties, but I tried to stay away from it. It made want to do certain things, and that wasn’t a good thing in my small town. I thought briefly about saying no, but I didn’t want to look like a killjoy to Jensen. I took the vape and hit it a couple of times, and damn I was flying higher than I had before. This was some serious shit. “Let’s head back to my room and order some ‘Za, before the munchies set in,” Jensen chuckled, getting up, tucking his shirt into the back of his pants. “Here let me help you up,” he said reaching down to help me up. The next thing I knew Jensen had pulled me up against his slightly sweaty body. I almost thought he was going to kiss me as he gazed into my eyes, instead he just grinned at me, before heading back to his dorm. I grabbed my shoes and shirt jogging slightly to catch up with Jensen. Did I just imaging everything because of the weed or what? Jensen’s POV Holy fuckin’ shit, I was going to owe Simon bigtime once I managed to get this kid to tonight’s party, though judging from his reaction to my pulling off my shirt and squeezing my fuck meat I didn’t think there was going to be any trouble getting into his hot lil’ boy cunt. Koa was a serious piece of ass. His thick wavy golden blond hair just begged you to run your fingers through it as you grabbed a fistful of it yanking him back as you rammed deep inside him. His golden tan told of countless hours spent in the sun, I could see he had a serious speedo tan line from being a swimmer as his pants sagged a bit. Koa’s 5’10” slender body was nicely toned from years of swimming. His ears were pierced with what had to be three or four karat diamond earrings looked hot on Koa, though a pair of green biohazard earrings would look even hotter on him once we we’re done with him this weekend. This kid was going to be fun in bed once we partied him up, I hoped he was a moaner and a talker. There is nothing hotter than making a bottom pussy-boy beg for you to fuck them harder and nut deep inside their teen boy cunt, unless they are also begging for you to poz them. Now that would be fucking hot to hear Koa beg for us to poz his sweet tight bubble butt, definitely a goal to keep in mind for the night. Simon and I used the college’s tour guide mentor program to lure unsuspecting high school seniors into bed and leaving them with a special gift and a permanent reminder of their time at the college. I had gotten Simon to swop with me and take the red-headed emo boy I was supposed to have for this hot swimmer boy. Don’t get me wrong I love slutty skinny emo boys, yet it takes almost no effort to get into their hot little pussies, I wanted a bit of a challenge after a month’s worth of them. I needed a change of pace. Koa was just the ticket. I think though the challenge with Koa will be getting in him raw, so many closet gays, like Koa, think wearing a raincoat is the best way to keep themselves safe. It was my job and the rest of my friends job to show them raw was better. He would learn the best feeling in the world was an ass full of poz jizz. I planned after we ate switching to my T vape pen, that Twain, a chem major in our group, had made for those of us still living on campus, so we wouldn’t get busted by the RAs while we partied in the dorms. It would get Koa nice and horny for the party, and once there we’d switch to glass pipes and then some darts. I debated about asking Koa if he wanted to do some “E” before we left for the party, or just slipping it to him. I decided it just might be more fun to just slip it to him in his drink since he seemed so innocent. After this weekend though Koa would be a full-fledged poz cumslut bitch-boy instead of the innocent high schooler he was when he arrived here at CC. Koa POV “Make yourself comfortable bro, my AC isn’t working right. They are supposed to get it fixed Monday,” Jensen explained, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his jeans leaving him wearing only a pair of boxer-briefs with a large bulge in his crotch. “Shit that feels so much better getting out of those hot clothes,” he said grinning at me. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable,” Jensen nodded to me as he called for a pizza. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was take off my pants. I had been going commando since I was eight after one of the swim instructors told me serious real swimmers always freeball. Since that day I never wore underwear again. I still had ¾ of a boner from seeing what Jensen was packing. He would know at once I was gay, but still, I couldn’t help but wonder if that wouldn’t be a good thing. He was pretty hot with his shaggy black hair and intense blue eyes. Jensen had a nicely toned body, but seeing all the skateboards in his room, I suspected it was just from being active, rather than working out like I did for swimming. He wasn’t as tanned as I was, but you could tell he wasn’t totally an indoor person. I thought his red scorpion tat wrapped around his right side heading down towards his crotch looked pretty cool. He must be a Scorpio. “You’re not shy are you?” Jensen asked, setting down his phone giving me a grin. “You don’t have anything I haven’t already seen before,” he said fiddling around with his mini fridge, before handing me a beer. “No, but I don’t wear underwear, I haven’t since I was young,” I explained to Jensen. Hoping that would end the topic. “Wow, that’s cool. I freeball too sometimes, but not all the time,” Jensen said, giving me one of the looks that shot me to full mast. Shit, I thought what the hell is going on with my dick. It was behaving like I was twelve again, getting hard at every guy I thought was hot. Jensen told me about a party some of his friends were throwing off campus. He thought they would enjoy getting to know me and would help with my decision to attend Cromwell in the fall. I was really enjoying myself so I figured why not, after all nobody back home would ever know. My reputation back home as a good boy was safe, besides, I figured I deserved to treat myself. A knock on the door distracted me from thinking about the party. It must be the pizza, which was cool since I was getting hungry. Jensen got up to open the door, a hot looking shaggy-haired blond grinned at him holding out a pizza box. “Hey Jensen, got your meat lovers right here,” he said stepping into the room as he handed the box to Jensen. Noticing me he shot me a toothy grin, “Company tonight?” He asked my host, raising an eyebrow. “Finn, this is Koa. Koa, this is Finn,” Jensen said introducing us. “Koa is visiting from South Carolina for the weekend to look at the school. “Nice to meet you Koa, you couldn’t ask for a better school than Cromwell,” walking over to shake my hand. “Swimmer?” Finn asked looking at me. “Yeah, all through school, but not planning to if I come here. I want to focus on my degree,” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile at Finn’s work tee-shirt, which said, ‘Benny’s Always More Than a Mouthful.’ “I like the shirt,” I chuckled. Finn grinned back at me, “We’re a big believer in truth in advertising at Benny’s,” he replied with a chuckle. “Want a hit?” Jensen said offering his vape to Finn. “Does the Pope like altar boys?” Finn laughed taking a couple hits. “I’ll see you guys later after I get off from work,” he told Jensen. Turning towards me, “I look forward to seeing you again and helping you make up your mind to come here next year.” “I look forward to it,” I replied giving him a fist bump. “Later gators,” Finn said leaving giving me a wink as he shut the door. “Finn will be at the party later after he gets off work,” Jensen told me with a smirk. Just then there was a knock on what turned out to be the bathroom door. Two dorm-rooms shared a common bathroom. “Yo J-man, Benji wants to know if you want a ride to the party,” asked a tall slender guy wearing round black wire-framed glasses who looked like a hot Harry Potter with an industrial piercing through his left ear and tats. He had a giant black scorpion wrapping around his right side with its claws reaching towards his crotch, while his right arm was almost completely covered in a honeycomb sleeve pattern of black hexagons. His left arm had a black widow spider tat. All he was wearing was a pair of black bikini underwear, but what really caught my attention was the thick long dick which stretched over his left thigh. I almost choked on my beer it had to be the biggest dick I’d ever seen, and it didn’t even look like it was hard even. “Sweet, that would be great Kai. Oh, I don’t think you’ve met Koa, he’s visiting from South Carolina looking at Cromwell for the fall,” Jensen said with a smirk. “Oh shit, I just realized your names are almost the same, Kai and Koa,” chuckled Jensen. “That means we’re going to be great friends,” smiled Kai as he walked over to me. “Really close friends,” he said shaking my hand as he looked me up and down like a starving man about to devour a meal. Smiling he nodded at me. “I’ll see you guys later,” Kai said heading back towards his room through the bathroom. Jensen’s POV Koa was going to be extremely popular tonight both Finn and Kai already were imagining sliding inside his tight little cunt after I planted a couple of loads, few things were hotter than a sexy eighteen-year old’s gaping hole as multiple loads of poz jism leaked out. Hell, I was thinking the same thing. Koa would be a changed man when he left to go home on Sunday. I had no doubt come the fall Koa will be back here and getting his own scorpion tat before the first week is out. Damian had already hit me up to let me know there would be about twelve guys from our group there most of the night with others dropping in for a quick pump and dump. It looked like there would be about five newbies to break in while the rest of us mostly being vers. would play with one another between giving our guests the gift that keeps giving marking them as new members of a special brotherhood. I gave Koa my T vape; it was time to get things moving. I knew he’d soon be rolling hard from the “E” I slipped him in his beer, I’d be surprised if it wasn’t already beginning to kick in by now. I told Koa to go ahead and take a few more hits before taking a shower before the party. He turned away as he pulled off his jeans before quickly wrapping a towel around his waist. I kind of thought it was funny Koa was trying to keep from showing me his hard dick but had no problem showing me his hot little ass, which is what I was really interested in seeing. It did not disappoint; I was looking forward to burying my face it before booty bumping it. Koa’s POV Fuck, I was feeling amazing. I never suspected you could get so high from using a vape pen, it almost made me wish I did this more often. Every time I touched myself it felt incredible, and I was becoming increasingly horny. I began imagining having sexy with all these hot guys around me. What was happening to me, I was never like this, but at the same time I wanted it in the worst way. I began to really hope Jensen was gay, I wanted to have sex with him. Feel my mouth stretch wide around his cock and suck on it until he fed me his cum. I wanted to feel him slide inside me and take my virginity, showing me what it was to be with a man. Yet at the same time I wanted Kai, I wanted to feel that huge dick slide inside me stretching my hole wide open in ways I couldn’t begin to imagine. What would it feel like to have him ram deep inside me as he held me down and took what he wanted from me. It surprised me the shower in their bathroom had a clear shower curtain hiding nothing. There was also a shower douching tool attached to the showerhead, which told me someone was definitely gay in the two dorm rooms. As I showered I couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to use it, and before long I began to wonder if I should clean out just in case something did happen tonight with Jensen. Even before I realized it I was using it to clean myself out just in case. I couldn’t believe how good it felt sliding the long nozzle inside me, using the toilet, and repeating the action several times. Each time it slid inside I wanted something even bigger entering my ass. I wanted fucked and I was getting to the point I didn’t care who did fuck me. I dried off conflicted about the way my hardon wouldn’t go down and now my desire for Jensen to see it. What was coming over me, this wasn’t me, but deep down I knew it was me. All the deep dark thoughts I had were coming to the surface. I secretly wondered what it would be like to be a slut, sucking dick whenever I wanted, having guys fuck me in the showers at school, in my bed with my dad and little brother at home hearing me beg for it harder, having guys shove me against the wall in the changing rooms at the beach and just fuck me like I was nothing more than a hole for their use. Why were these thoughts coming to mind now? I was a good boy and not a slut. At that moment I caught a reflection of myself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door to Jensen’s room. My completely shaved body from swimming made me look younger than my eighteen years standing there in nude, but I had to admit I liked the look. My semi-dry blonde hair’s waves looked more like large loose curls. The only thing about my appearance which I wasn’t sure if I cared for was my tan lines from my Speedos. I wondered if I would look hotter completely tanned, maybe this summer I’ll lay out nude I thought, I knew of a couple of places along the beach where I could get away with it back at home. I couldn’t resist running my hands over my naked body as I looked in the mirror. My hand couldn’t resist reaching down to caress my shaved balls and hardening cock. I moaned from the feelings of pleasure my fingers gave me as I caressed myself. I’d never felt pleasure like I did at that moment. “Whoa,” exclaimed a voice behind me from the direction of Kai’s dorm room. “I thought whoever was in here taking a shower was finished,” smiled a handsome naked double scorpion tatted, lightly tanned, muscular toned brunette with emerald eyes. He closed the door as his thick eight and a half long almost beer can sized cock quickly rose to full mast. He walked over to me reaching out to take my own six and a half barely five inch around cock in his hand. “Kai had said you were fucking cute as hell, and he wasn’t kidding,” smirked this unknown guy leaning into kiss me as he slowly stroked my dick. “You taste amazing,” he said as he pulled back from the kiss with a smile. He leaned back in for another kiss, this time shoving me back hard against the door as we began to passionately kiss like long lost lovers. I couldn’t help but moan loudly as his hands shifted from stroking my hardon to running all over my body, before concentrating on my sensitive nipples, which in turn made me grind hard against this mysterious guy. I’d never felt like this before in my life and I wanted it to never end. I couldn’t care less if I didn’t know who this was I making out with, I wanted him in the worst way. He pulled back finally from our kiss leaving me pantingly hard, as he gazed into my eyes seeing my desire for him and his hard dripping cock. “Yeah, you’re one sexy little slut boy,” he said smirking at me. “I know what you want and need,” he chuckled softly, as he shook his cock at me. “Let me see if you can use that hot mouth properly on a man’s cock,” he said pushing me down to my knees in front of him. “Show me how much you want it slut.” I looked up into my dominator’s emerald eyes, as I stuck out my tongue beginning to lick the dripping precum. I started to reach up to grab it, but he grabbed my hand, “Just your mouth slut,” he commanded me, “And no teeth if you know what is good for you,” he chuckled softly at me. I obeyed taking what must be one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever sucked, it certainly was the thickest. I heard a hiss and double snorts before my dominator pulled out of my mouth and held one of my nostrils shut. “Inhale slut,” which I promptly did from a small brown bottle, and he repeated the process with my other nostril. My buzz had me flying now, as he pushed his hard cock back inside my mouth. I showed him everything I had learned about sucking dick, and before I knew it he was forcing himself down my throat further and further until his shaved groin pushed firmly against my nose. Once he sensed I couldn’t breathe he would pull out just long enough to catch my breath before pushing back in hard burying himself in my over-stuffed throat. I lost track of time as I became nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. “Fuckin’ hell slut, you almost made me nut,” he panted smiling down at me slapping his wet cock against my face, marking me with his precum and my spit. “I’m not ready to feed you my special venom yet,” he grinned rubbing my lips with his thumb before forcing it into my mouth to suck it. Before I could say anything Kia’s roommate had me bent over the bathroom counter with my ass spread open. “God damn! What a fucking hot hole,” he growled as he attacked my ass with his tongue. I was in total sensory overload as he worked his tongue inside me vigorously in such a way I could have never imagined possible. I couldn’t even speak, the only thing I could do was moan in pleasure as he ate me out. Soon this was not enough for him, as a finger begin working slowly inside me. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” He asked me as his voice dripped with lust. “Y…es…yesss, I managed to gasp in answer to his question. “If you weren’t with Jensen, I’ take your cherry right now, but I’ll wait my turn,” he said as I heard a drawer open, followed by a squirt and then his finger sliding inside me much easier and fully than before, causing me to moan louder as he touched a spot inside that made me see stars. “That’s your boy button,” he chuckled as he began working his finger in and out as I felt a burning sensation. “It burns,” I tried to tell him as he held me in position, squirting more stuff on his fingers as I felt two fingers working themselves inside me. “Don’t worry slut, the burn will go away soon,” he chuckled again, as he built up his pace working his finger in and out of my ass. Soon I discovered he was right as the burning pain morphed into a burning need to feel my ass used for his pleasure. He pulled his fingers out causing me to whimper in need for their return. I felt something rough against my hole, followed by the now familiar liquid squirt and the push inside my ass. This time the burning sensation seemed even worse as the fingers rubbed it against my boy button. I tried to twist away as the pain engulfed me, but my tormentor held me in place trying to sooth me, and as he promised the pain changed into a hunger for something more. I wanted something bigger, hard, more potent than mere fingers. “Yeah, you’re ready for tonight,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard. “Time to get you back to Jensen,” he grinned at me as he pulled me up from the counter. He guided me to Jensen’s door before opening it and steering me naked and hard back into the room. “I think you might have lost something,” he laughed to Jensen, who just grinned at us. “Thanks, Benji, I was almost ready to send out a search party for Koa,” he laughed high fiving my molester. “Koa? A hot name for a hot little slut boy,” Benji chuckled, slipping his finger in my crack, before slapping me hard on the ass making me moan in pleasure. I should have been embarrassed, but it turned me on for Jensen see this man, Benji, exposing me as his play toy. “Benji is going to drive us to the party tonight, he’s kind of fun isn’t he?” Jensen grinned at me. “I hope you don’t mind, but I found some of your clothes in your backpack I thought would make you look super-hot tonight at the party, I hope you don’t mind,” he told me. On the bed lay the pretty severely ripped pair of skinny black jeans I had planned wearing Sunday when I drove home, and one of my white tank-tops. The jeans would very easily show off my butt, and my balls and some of my dick if I stayed hard, which I suspected was the way I would be most of the night. Especially with the hot guys taking me to this party. I knew I should be more restrained than I was being, but it was as if all my secret desires were flowing to the surface. I mean sure I could be slutty on occasion, but it was as if my slut switch was turned way past full and it still wasn’t enough. I didn’t even think to protest wearing the clothes Jensen had picked out for me, I wanted him to be pleased with me. I was facing his bed as I started to shimmy into my tight skinny ripped, which seemed far more ripped than I remembered, jeans. The next thing I knew Jensen had pushed me down on his bed, which sliding a finger deep inside me and the now familiar burning sensation filling my ass, before morphing into an incredible feeling of desire for dick. “Now I think you’re ready for the start of the party Koa,” he chuckled pulling his finger out and caressing my ass. “Shit, we’re going to have so much fun tonight,” he huskily whispered to me. “If I thought I could get away with it now, I’d have you wear one of my dirty jocks and nothing else, but the evening is still young,” he chuckled, motioning me to finish getting dressed. “I know you like going barefoot, so don’t bother with shoes, you look perfect just as is,” Jensen smiled at me. Jensen’s POV Between Benji and I Koa was now primed for some serious fucking. I couldn’t wait to get him naked with his knees pushed back next to his ear as I claimed his cherry. Fuck, there are few things hotter than taking a guy’s cherry and pozzing him at the same time. Koa was going to be bred all night and into Saturday afternoon before we’d finished with him and his newly gaping hole. Jared would be making sure he got as much vid on our latest prey. We always made sure to get the guys begging to be bred and pozzed, so they couldn’t say they had been tricked. I was looking forward to teasing Koa’s hot lil hole with my dick telling him I only fucked raw and was poz. I wanted to hear him tell me to slide in and fuck him and blow my poz load deep in his newly born boy pussy. Once inside him I’d dart him, so he was ours for the rest of the party. Koa would soon understand his new place as a bottom bitch boy cumslut for raw cock, any raw cock offered him. I might have to invite some big hairy daddy bears to expand Koa’s horizons. I’d love to see him bouncing up and down on some big daddy bear dicks while people watch Koa begs for a poz load. He will be a changed individual by the time the weekend is over. Koa’s POV I couldn’t believe how fucking horny I was, I wanted dick in my ass, hell any dick, I didn’t care. I wanted to lose my virginity this weekend. Any of the hot guys I met Jensen, Benji or Kai, would do, hell I’d let them all fuck me. The idea of all three of them fucking me turned me on more than I thought possible. Jensen had me hit his vape a few more times, before heading over to Kai and Benji’s to catch a ride to the party. Benji and Kai talked me into taking off my white-beater and just tuck it into my jeans. They thought I’d look hotter for the party showing off my swimmer’s body. In almost no time we were at Benji’s black BMW x5, once there Kai and Jensen pulled out a couple of glass pipes whose bulbs were filled with white crystals and small torches. They both took long deep hits of their pipes before shot gunning me against the backdoor of the car. This seriously horned me up unbelievably, Jensen climbed in the back seat while Kai then guided me into the backseat on my knees. Jensen had me take a few hits on my own, while Kai played with my hole before turning me around and shot gunning me several more times. I couldn’t help but moan loudly into Kai’s mouth as Jensen’s fingers played with my hole. I couldn’t but help ride his fingers as he stimulated me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned as I rode his fingers. “So, fucking good,” I panted with desire. I needed Jensen to fuck me in the worst way. I wanted him to take my virginity, I wanted to feel him inside me. “Yeah, I think someone is hungry for cock,” he chuckled as Kai put the glass pipe to my lips. “Inhale Koa, show us what a proper tweaker you are,” Kai commanded me. I followed his command, taking three huge hits, as Jensen continued to finger my hole through my ripped jeans. I didn’t realize it at first, but we had arrived at the party. Benji took the pipe from Kai and took several hits, before shot gunning me a few times more. Kai and Jensen guided me out of the BMW’s backseat making sure to pop the front button on my ripped jeans. “Yeah, you’re ready for some fun now,” chuckled Jensen as my new friends guided me to the front door of a modern design house with a lot of floor to ceiling windows. There were mostly shirtless guys dancing to techno music pumping through the house. They all seemed to be handsy with one another, which really turned me on. I was fairly sure I would get fucked tonight for the first time ever. A hot light brown haired pale and seriously tatted skinny guy wearing nothing, but a pair of tight way too small black boxer briefs answered the door while using a small torch to heat a glass pipe. After he had taken a long inhalation of thick white small, he exhaled and then motioned us in the house. “S’up, guys we’re just getting started so you came at a good time,” he smiled at us, before coming over to shove his tongue in my mouth. “Hi, I’m Barry,” he said smiling at me as he rubbed his large scorpion tat. “We’re going to need to spend some time together before the party is over,” he continued stepping close so he could slide a finger through one of the rips exposing my virgin hole. I moaned as his long finger slid deep inside me awakening my hungry hole. “Drinks are in the kitchen, have fun,” he winked at me as he pulled his finger from my hole, “I’ll see you later sexy.” I wanted sex so bad at this point, I slid my own two fingers inside my hungry hole, trying to motivate Jensen to pull out his dick and just fuck me. It didn’t bother me that the small group of shirtless guys standing around drinking and talking saw me playing with my hole, in fact it turned me on when they all smiled at me. Jensen got me a Gatorade from a cooler, which kind of tasted weird, I guess it had some sort of booze I had never had before. I polished it off in no time as Jensen introduced me to his friends. They all hugged and kissed me while playing with my ass, telling Jensen how lucky he was finding and bringing me to the party. Jensen’s POV Fuck, Koa is so hot, I can’t wait to slide inside his virgin boy cunt and give him his first load of poz jizz. All the guys are excited to add their poz loads to mine when I finish using Koa like the cumslut he is destined to become this weekend. The G in the Gatorade will loosen Koa up even more pushing his horny meter into the red zone. I’ve waited long enough to show Koa his true purpose in life. I kiss him deeply, taking him by the hand leading hi to one of the bedrooms to complete Koa’s corruption. I don’t bother to close the door knowing others will soon join us and take their own turns with my new cumslut. I push Koa back towards king-size bed, “Get those pants off slut,” I command the tweaked and rolling soon to be bred eighteen-year-old twink. I kicked my shoes off as I stripped out of my own clothes. I loved Koa’s look as he saw my hardon for the first time. Pure lust and desire shown on his face. He was ready to be fucked like the bitch whore he was to become. “You’re one sexy mutha fucker Koa,” I whispered to him as I pushed him back on the bed. “You’re going to let me fuck your hot lil’ ass aren’t you Koa?” I asked him as I climbed on the bed moving towards his head in preparation to feeling his hot mouth lubing my cock with his spit. Koa nodded his head rather than answering aloud. I moved into the classic 69ing position feeding Koa my dick as I attacked his hole rimming and fingering his newly born boy pussy. I love the feelings from his moans and tongue work as I forced more of more of my thick eight inches cock in his mouth. Koa was doing a decent job, obviously he had done some sucking before, yet when the weekend was out he’d be a pro with all the dick he’d be getting at the party. I’d waited long enough the bitch needed his cherry popped and used like a cumslut. I pulled out of Koa’s hot lil’ mouth, as he whimpered at being deprived of his new favorite toy. “Don’t worry slut I have something far more fun for us to do,,” I grinned at him as I climbed between his legs and pushing them back towards his ears. I teased his hole with my leaking cock head, which made Koa try to hump himself on my plum like gland. “Somebody’s horny aren’t they?” I asked the desperately horny Koa. “Yes,” he moaned continuing to try and impale himself on me. “Well, I can give you what you want, but there are a couple things I need to tell you first,” I grinned at Koa, I paused briefly as Soren grinned at me as he walked in the bedroom wearing nothing more than his usual olive kaki cargo pants and his array of necklaces. Soren’s thick bushy long hair suited him perfectly making him look-like a cross between a raver and a hippie. A music major, he was extremely popular on campus with both gay and straight guys. His nine and a half Red Bull thick cock which was trying unsuccessfully to tent out his pants’ leg helped greatly with his popularity. I loved all his tats covering his arms and chest especially his large black scorpion tat covering his abs. He was thin but, seriously toned and could throw a mean fuck. I noticed he had a rubber elastic strap and a couple of darts in his hands. It was time to start the party. “Soren meet Koa, Koa meet Soren,” I said grinning at Soren as he set Koa’s tools of destruction down on the nightstand before unbuttoning and dropping his pants. Koa’s eyes bulged with lust as Soren’s cock was finally freed and stood at attention waiting to be used on Koa. “Hey,” Soren smiled at Koa lying on the bed with his knees push back to his ears. “Hey,” replied Koa shyly. “As I was saying slut, there are a couple of things before we start you should know. If they are a problem we can do something else,” I grinned at the horny Koa and at Soren. You see I only fuck raw, and never pull out until I’ve seeded a guy’s pussy,” I told Koa, as I watched his drug addled brain process this news. There was a brief hint of resistance which flashed over his innocent face but was soon gone. “You can fuck me raw,” Koa told me softly as he looked in my eyes. “Sweet Koa, I know you’ll love feeling raw cocks sliding in your cunt and pumping you full of jizz, but there are a couple other things you should probably know before we start,” I told him as I motioned for Soren to put the strap around Koa’s muscular arm in preparation for slamming him. “I thought before I fuck you that you might want to know my status,” I continued making sure to tease Koa’s virgin hole with my cock. “I don’t care if you’re single or not I WANT your cock inside me. I want your raw cock,” Koa demanded. “PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME,” he begged. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the teen’s innocence. I pushed gently against Koa’s cherry entrance, making him moan as he tried push down on my gland. “Are you sure? I told you I don’t pull out until I’ve pumped my load deep inside a guy,” I explained as I pushed harder now against his hole almost breaching it a couple times as Koa began trying to get my cock inside him. “Fuck me,” Koa panted now overcome with lust to take my dick. I grinned at him, as I slowly pushed inside his tight virgin hole. Koa made the sexiest moan as he took his first cock up his no longer virgin hole. I slowly rocked in and out of one of the hottest boy pussies I’ve enjoyed in a long while. In almost no time I had managed to bury nearly my whole cock in Koa’s hot lil’ boy cunt. I worked the entire length of my cock in and out of his fuck tunnel making Koa moan like a lil’ bitch each time I pushed all the way back inside his fiery hole. “You really should tell Koa about your status before I send him to slut mode,” Soren chuckled as he prepared to dart Koa. “Yeah you’re right Soren, it’s only fair,” I agreed slowly and very gently pulling my cock from Koa’s hungry boy cunt. I loved the way he whimpered as my cock exited his hole. “PLEASE,” Koa begged, “Put your cock back and fuck me, PLEASE I NEED IT,” he continued to beg desperately. “Well, I would love to fuck and flood your sweet lil’ boy cunt with my dirty jizz, but you should have the right to say if you want me to fuck you with my raw poz cock,” I explained waiting for Koa’s drug fogged brain to process what I had just told him. Suddenly a realization of what I just told Koa registered on his shocked face, as I teased his slightly open fuck hole making him want my cock back inside him. “Should we stop Koa?” I asked him as I pushed a little harder against his hole making him whimper in need. Koa took a deep swallow looking in my eyes, “No, please don’t stop fucking me,” Koa softly answered, realizing what he was saying to me by asking me to keep fucking him with my raw poz fuck tool. “You want me to mark you as mine then,” I said to a slightly frightened but still definitely horny Koa. “You want to be a poz cum dump slut?” I asked pushing a little harder against Koa’s fuck hole, but not entering completely. Koa swallowed deeply again before answering, “Yes, poz me.” My cock pulsed oozing out a big stream of precum with Koa’s answer. I pushed slowly back inside my bitch boy, enjoying the fact he surrendered his formerly virgin pussy to my raw poz cock. As I slid home inside Koa he moaned as his cock pulsed leaking a large puddle of precum on to his stomach and chest. His mind might be in conflict with his decision, but his body wasn’t. Koa’s POV When Jensen pulled his amazing cock from my ass and told me he was poz and wanted to keep fucking me and pump his poz cum inside me, I couldn’t believe what he told me. I desperately wanted Jensen to keep fucking me, but I wasn’t sure what to do. Jensen’s cock teasing my hole answered my question for me, I wanted his dick, and I didn’t care he was poz I would deal with consequences afterwards I just wanted fucked in the worst way. I was in bliss once Jensen’s cock was back in me, I knew I had made the right decision by letting him keep fucking me. My hole was made for his dick and soon his poz cum, for some strange reason the more I thought about taking his poz loads the more turned on I seemed to be becoming. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by the idea of taking Jensen’s poz cum, but I was. I did want his poz loads. “Let’s get you really in the mood for poz cock,” Soren grinned at me taking my arm that I didn’t realize had a tourniquet on it. “Don’t move or this will hurt a lot if you move so hold still,” he said as he found a vein and jabbed me emptying the syringe into my arm. He pulled the syringe from my arm and untied the tourniquet holding my arm up, the next thing I coughed hard a couple times before feeling a rush of pleasure and horniness flow through my body. “Oh…Fuck…Yes,” I moaned grinning up at Soren as he stroked his dick. “Gimme,” I demanded wanting to suck this fucking hot stud, before begging him to fuck me after Jensen. I wanted more cock up my ass and I didn’t care if it was poz or not. Fuck, I actually hoped I would get more poz cock before the night was out. I knew I shouldn’t but for some reason it turned me on knowing I was being fucked by a raw poz cock, what was happening to me? “Fuck me with that poz cock,” I began begging Jensen as he pounded the hell out of my hole, “HARDER MOTHER FUCKER, RAM MY PUSSY, POZ ME MOTHER FUCKER,” I shouted as I paused taking Soren’s thick cock down my throat. The only thing I could think of was taking Jensen’s raw poz cock deep inside me before he flooded me with my first poz load, but hopefully not my last one. “Fuck ya,” growled Jensen as he ramped up his assault on my ass. “I knew you’d be a nasty lil’ fuck,” he continued grinding deep inside me. “I’ll make sure all my friends give you all their poz loads too slut,” he promised as he began long dicking me harder and faster, quickly approaching his climax. “FUCKIN’ NUT!” I screamed, “POZ ME! MAKE ME A POZ CUMSLUT!” I yelled needing to feel Jensen to jizz inside me in the worst way. This wasn’t me, but it was. It was as if some deep dark hidden part of me was finally free and enjoying the new freedom of letting go fear and embracing my new sexual desires. Suddenly Jensen slammed his cock deep inside me, grunting as I felt his dick swell, beginning to pulse as warm cum began filling me up for the first time in my life. Poz cum, Jensen’s poz cum, transforming me, changing me, freeing me. Once he finished climaxing inside me, Jensen began once again slowly fucking me, making sure I felt every inch of his amazing cock using his poz cum as lube to fuck me. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven because it just felt so good. “You ready Soren to give this fucking cumslut another load of poz jizz in his boy cunt?” Jensen asked with a smile. “Fuck yeah,” Soren grinned at me, plopping down on the bed, and leaning against headboard. “Come up here bitch and ride my cock like the lil’ whore you are,” he commanded me as Jensen pulled himself from my hungry hole. I quickly clamored up the bed to sit on my latest fucker’s beautiful thick nine and half inch uncut cock. “Are you poz too?” I asked Soren, needing him to be poz too. Suddenly all I wanted was poz cock up my ass. “Fuck yeah I am, everyone at the party with a scorpion tat is poz,” Soren told me as I squatted over his cock. “You’d look fucking hot with one as well, do you want us to help you earn yours?” He asked as I began to push down on his raw poz cock. “FUCK YEAH!” I moaned as I slammed myself completely down Soren’s dick meat. “I want one,” I moaned as I began slowly riding up and down the entire length of Soren’s thick cock. “I want to be marked like you,” I howled as I took Soren’s entire dick each and every time I pulled up and then slammed myself down on his shaved groin. I Needed Soren’s poz load in the worst way ever, so I rode him like I imagined a cheap whore would. I loved the thought of being a total whore for cock, hell any cock, fuckin’ poz cock! I wanted as much cock as I could get this weekend, I wanted to show Jensen and his friends I wanted to be just like them. Jensen grinned down at me as he offered me his still glistening cum-coated dick to suck. “I think we have a keeper here,” he chuckled as I licked and slobbered all over his cock cleaning it of his poz cum and my ass juices. I wanted Jensen to know how much I loved him popping my cherry and pozzing me. “I’m going to guess you’ll be here in the fall for classes won’t you whore,” I nodded excitedly as I bobbed up and down on his cock, while Soren lifted my ass up some and began fucking repeatedly into my hungry hole. My body and mind were on total overload, from everything I was experiencing, but I still wanted more. “This must be the playroom,” a muscular thirty-something Afro-American guy, with his dreads pulled back in a ponytail said with a grin, as he fucked up into the naked hot red-headed emo boy with snakebites wrapped around his waist, making him moan into his shoulder. “My friend wanted a playmate to get pozzed with at the party, didn’t you babe?” The emo boy gasped, “Yes, Daddy,” as the thick cock fucking him long dicked him quickly and hard. The new kid and I both gasped loudly, but for different reason as the Afro-American guy pulled the emo boy off his dick and tossed him on the bed near me. He from what easily had to be a thick uncut ten-inch cock being yanked from his ass and me in awe and desire to feel that meat pummeling my hole and filling me with his poz jizz. The man shot me a toothy grin, “Don’t worry boy, I’ve got plenty more toxic cum to share with you before the night is out.” At that moment Soren yanked me down hard on his cock as I felt him pulsing and flooding my boy cunt with his poz load, “Take…IT…ALL!” He growled as I felt some of his load begin to leak out from my still stuffed hole. Soren must have not have cum in a few days from what it felt like. I couldn’t believe the night had only just started.

Ohh yaa defenetly. And whatever oozes out of our fuck holes!

The data I'm using is a 2 character code. So not using the standard you mention.

Fuck yes me too. it turned me into such a nasty pig slut.

I get so fuckin hot for smoker tops who got that smell on them and u can taste it all over. Prolly comes from when I first started cruisin bookstores and would smoke cigs with guys and then take it into the arcade and fuck

Yet another trip to Basement sauna in Manchester, this time on a Saturday. Now Saturday afternoons will have less than a quarter of the crowd on a Sunday, but it’s simultaneously more chilled and more focussed. Crazily I walked out of there with more loads (8 in ass, 2 in mouth) from 50 guys max being there than I did with 250+ guys who were there last Sunday. Once again, a Backroom sort of meeting was arranged with a Backroom sort of guy, who flaked. Nothing I can say here, or anywhere, because yet again, nothing happened. This is practically becoming an obligatory thing to say in my Basement ‘Your Last Load’ stories. FFS and all that. Anyway, some highlights… First Load: As ever, I’ve got to neutralise my goddamn ‘top vibes’ that I apparently give off to publicise the fact I’m a total bottom. A guy in the main video area was happy to oblige, railed me good and hard on one of the mats as guys walked by from one cruising area to another. No one really stopped to watch, and it was early – less than an hour after the place had opened – so I thought, fine it’s gonna be just five minutes fuck and then he’ll move on. But he didn’t. After about five minutes, he started gripping my hips and it felt like he was digging in for the long term. And his cock felt like it was digging away into me. Quite sizeable and I was starting to get shudders and fuzzy ecstasies as he was hitting all the right spots. P spots and such. One guy did come and watch, walked up to me and started banging his cock on the top of my head for a suck, but I really was head down and focussed on the depth of this fuck. Sorry, man. I should’ve looked up and accepted a throat fuck. But my whole body was going blurry, just from the first fuck of the day. Then without warning, a gasp and howl and I felt my digging top cum hard inside me. I was in fucking heaven. Above aforementioned backroom person was meant to rock up at 2pm. It was before 1 and I already had a load in my ass, and I knew the jizzjoy would put me in the perfect frame of mind. I was flying, as always. Fuck yeah. Thank you thank you thank you: Seems I have developed a new little thing during sex, which is to thank the guy repeatedly while he cums in me. Not after, but during. First noticed this when I got chatting to a guy who’d just arrived, started fucking me in a cubicle as a warm-up, then we broke off as he was gonna hit the dark rooms. I spent an hour between 2 and 3pm hunting around for the guy who never showed, then decided to hit the dark room myself. Must have been perfect timing: wasn’t that crowded, but a succession of guys were coming in and out. Within seconds, I had hands on me, and a cock went inside for a jackhammer fuck. I love these: you know it doesn’t feel that ecstatic, and you’re braced with your legs wide, leaning against a wall… or in the case, your arms around the shoulders of someone else cos it was in the middle of the dark room floor, and this other guy seemed happy to support me. But you know: he’s jack hammering you because he just needs to cum. And yeah, three or four minutes of being hammered and he exploded into me. “Thank you thank you thank you” I gasp during his own gasping howls. He pulls out, and exits, leaving me with my supporting guy. Who has had an ulterior motive for supporting me: he wants to be next. It’d be rude not to allow myself to be manhandled up against the wall for pretty much more the same treatment. Bang bang bang goes the jack hammer, slam slam slam goes his hips into my ass, but this time the shivers come back and give me ecstasies… or is that a wave of jizzjoy? Whatever: another five-ish (??) minutes (I swear, time loops so differently in a dark room) of fucking and another hot blast of cum rushes into my ass. “Thank you thank you thank you” goes my desperate submissive cumdump gratitude. This one takes a bit of time to ensure his cum is safely fucked into me before pulling out and again leaving without a word. As he should. And another pair of hands take me, in similar vein up against the wall, to the same conclusion: “Thank you thank you thank you”. A final cock slides into my ass having been directed to the fuck bench at the back of the dark room. And again: “thank you thank you thank you” Four loads in quick succession… in what, twenty minutes maybe? Apparently I Have Seductive Eyes: Towards the end of my sauna trip, I get a bit of feedback from someone about exactly what those top vibes I’m allegedly constantly giving off actually are. I’m tall, I’ve got tattoos, I roll my shoulders and I kinda take up a bit more space with my movements and my body than a sub btm should. Ok, that last one is probably the ADHD. “But”, says the guy who tells me this in the corridor, “It’s your eyes. They’re really sexy and seductive.” I get a lot of compliments about my eyes. They’re big, hazel and with long girly lashes. It’s noticeable for some reason, and yeah I’m not shy about using them 😉 It’s the way he says this last sentence though… like a bit of a blur. Like he’s caught in the seduction a bit. So I switch it up, gaze into him and tilt my head with a half-smile like some kind of animal. Give him a wink and he gives a bit of a gasp. I glide him into the cubicle with whatever seduction he perceives me to have. If I’m half pretending to be Dom here, I’m also using my eyes to get him to lay me down on the mat, making sure my eyes are fully visible in the low light. “Fuck me,” It’s practically a command. I successfully hide both my own surprise and amusement, but I don’t let him out of my gaze. I am visualizing headlights, beams flying out of my eyes to fix him. We fuck. It’s not a bad fuck, and he does shoot a couple of mini-cumshots into me – “sorry I’ve come about three times already today” – but it’s that eyes locked together moment that’s memorable. I’m on my back, legs in the air, he’s over me and pounding away… but he’s given me all the power and it’s completely through my eyes. If I look away the spell will break. Eventually it does break, and we part. But every time afterwards when we pass in the corridor, I make sure to playfully give him a bit of the eye beaming right at him. It’s a strange thing, pretty much all in his head, but I am happy to play it for his thrill. After this, one last dark room trip for a couple more loads, and then time to make my exit. All in all, another good trip! *** Oh I almost forgot: I got chatting to some guy who wanted to fuck me, but with a condom - "I only fuck safe, sorry" to my "I only get fucked bare man, sorry" - so that wasn't going to happen. Anyway, I lied and told him I was poz, just to see his reaction. I’m not quite sure why I did it. It was interesting to see his mental gears clashing - must not stigmatise, but also must make my exit. Not to go all Backroom on this moment, but it was nice to experience that...

Amazing what a bit of sun and warm weather can do. Been having a bit of fun cruising. Stopping off at known spots hoping that someone wants their cock sucking. Been lucky a few times recently. I enjoy all the excitement from meeting with my friends and obeying instruction and giving my ass, but this is what I'm most comfortable doing. On my knees for a stranger pleasing him orally, and they all leave very satisfied. I'm very good at it. Maybe I should stick to it?

So need part two

This started off as a true story, then I decided to make it into my own fantasy. I have the rest of the story written and I’ll release it in parts. It gets darker, and darker... and darker. Been trying to slim it down for readability while keeping the sexual tension there. Let me know if you guys like the format. 🙂 Oh and feel free to message me with cock pics for inspiration. 😈

Part V: Moses’ POV “Then beg, faggot.” Cole’s lips part. His throat works like he’s choking on air. Then— “Please. I want more. I… need it.” Still on his knees. Eyes glassy, staring up like I’m holding salvation. Like the pipe’s communion and I’m the fucking priest. Then an idea struck me. I set the pipe down, watching the disappointment flood Cole’s face. I nod to the floor. “Turn around. Bend over. Hands down. Arch your back.” He hesitates. Then obeys. He folds forward like he’s done this before. Like submission is muscle memory. His knees spread, arms planted, back curved—head hanging low, waiting for whatever I decide to do to him. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Fucking perfect.” I move in behind him. Crouch low. Let my hand hover—then slap his ass. Just a tease. Just to hear the sound. “Jesus,” he gasps. I smirk. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” I slap the other cheek harder—watch the skin bloom red. His hips jerk. His fingers dig into the floor. But he doesn’t move away. “That’s it. Stay just like that.” I run my hand down his spine until my thumb brushes the slick edge of his hole. Raw. Glistening. Used. He flinches. I spread him open with two fingers, just enough to see the damage done. “Nico’s a greedy fuck,” I whisper. I lean closer—not touching, just hovering. Letting the heat of my breath skim over the most wrecked part of him. “You always been like this?” I say. “All quiet and preppy at the dinner table, but the second someone opens you up—” I slap him again. Sharper. “—you turn into a fuckin’ faggot.” He twitches. Doesn’t deny it. “Still high. Still wanting more. You even know where you are?” “Yes, sir.” Voice ragged. I glance at Nico. Still leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on Cole like he’s watching a car crash in slow motion. “You call him that too?” I ask. Silence. I slap Cole again. “I asked you a question.” “No,” he gasps. “Just you.” I pause. Let that sit. Then palm his ass again. Knead it once. “Good answer, baby brother.” I flick my chin toward Nico. “Come here.” He doesn’t move at first. Then he does. “Spread his hole.” Nico crouches without a word. Uses both hands to pull Cole open, thumbs wide. I turn to grab the vial of G off the coffee table and— Empty. I click my tongue, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve got better. I stand slow. Cole’s still bent. Still twitching. Nico crouched next him, holding him open like a display. “Don’t move a fucking inch,” I say to Cole. Then to Nico—calm, cold: “Come with me.” He stands. Follows. We move down the hall, into my bedroom. The door clicks shut behind us, sealing the heat in. The tension’s different here—private. Quieter. Worse. I head straight to my dresser. Bottom drawer. Locked. Click. Open. I pull out a vial. Dark glass. No label. Stronger G. Pure. Got my bitch high off it just the other night. Instead of a dropper, I pull out two oral syringes with it. Behind me, Nico shifts his weight. That silence—the pause just before something dangerous happens. “You sure about this?” he asks. Voice flat. Not fear. Just that low-end dealer instinct, sniffing out volatility. I don’t turn. I draw the syringe full. G clean inside the barrel. Enough to tilt the night off its axis. “You saw him. He crawled to me,” I say. “Begging for it.” “You gonna dose him that heavy?” “Hell yeah. This time though? Straight up the ass. I’ve already got him in position.” That lands. He adjusts his stance. No longer cool. Just… alert. “You’re pushing it.” “Yeah?” I turn. “You gonna cry about it?” Nico’s jaw ticks. “I don’t cry. I just don’t waste good product on someone who’s gonna pass out before the fun starts.” “He’ll handle it,” I say. “Then again, so what if he doesn’t?” We lock eyes. Two wolves. And something soft, broken, and ready waiting in the other room. “You don’t think this is overkill?” I step in. Real close. Smell the sweat on him. The testosterone he tries to wear like armor. “You thinking about tapping out?” “I’m thinking this looks like obsession.” “It is.” “And you’re okay with that?” “I’m fucking hard because of it.” He glances—just once—over at the supplies on the dresser. “You gonna hit him with T too?” “Stacked,” I say as I walk back over to the dresser, putting a second syringe together. One part water. One part T. “One plunge after the other. Straight into the hole you just fucked. Straight to that faggot’s brain.” “I don’t know, Moses. That’s a big fucking dose of G.” “That’s the point.” His brow furrows. “You squeamish now, Nico?” “Fuck off.” “Nah. You flinching? After you fucked him like he belonged to you? What? You got feelings for him or something?” He squares up. “You’re playing dirty.” “So leave.” “Maybe I will.” “You won’t.” “Why not?” I press one of the syringes against his chest. Lean in. Voice low, like a secret. “Because you wanna watch me break him. You just don’t wanna admit it.” That gets him. He grabs the syringe. His mouth curls. A grin. A snarl. Right where I want him. “I already broke him.” I laugh, clicking my tongue. “You think I won’t outdo you?” “I’d like to see you try.” We hold that moment. Then I pull back, grabbing the other syringe off the dresser. “Then come watch me ruin this faggot.”

Scotty’s Tree House – part three Boy Scotty got his first sloppy hole in Daddy Paul’s Busy Sling, while Taking continuous deep hits on daddy’s pipe, As well as from Numerous pipes and bongs of daddy’s customers and his other trap house stable whores , all Working Hard to break in Scotty’s Fresh New cunthole. “Sit on daddy’s face, you dirty methed up whore,” Instructed Paul to Scotty, so he could suck out as much dirty pink colored cum out of the newly wrecked and bloodied hole. “Turn around And kiss your real daddy, bitch,” Shouted Paul to Scotty, Feeding his new boy gobs of the pink cum, Commanding him, “taste it swallow it all down your fucking throatpussy.” Scotty was so high from the first two hours of heavy clouding. And now it wad time for the six pigs to fuck their SuperCharged Chem⚡️Piss into both of Scotty’s holes. The fucked up spun up boy sluT-in-training Couldn’t get enough, Scotty moaning as pissing cocks rammed into each end of him. After another hour of heavy piss play, daddy Paul decided to ease up on his new whore, “We’re gonna take a break, hose you off, let daddy give you your Mohawk and let you lay in my master bed And show you videos on slamming. How we pigs really fly💉💪💥🚀 you fuckin spun slam pig!” You’ll always look like this from now on bitch. And tomorrow you’re gonna be getting lots of piercings and tats. I’ll be setting you up with supplies shards pipe torch bong and your own private locker room here. Nothings free bitch you will be rent paying for it For all the supplies you’re given. You’re gonna keep working that job at your gas station for a while and then afterwards you’re gonna quit that because you’ll earning more money for me here and down at the riverfront. Rest up fucker, you’re gonna get your first slam in a little while.” Paul slammed the door shut and Scotty lay wide eyed awake in dark, Stroking his cock thinking nothing of getting fucked by more dirty pigs, taking their bugged up cum and piss down his eager throatcunt and up his hungry asspussy The screen in Daddy Paul’s bedroom played endless group slam videos, pubic toilet and cruise forest slam fucking and even Scotty Getting group sling fucked and piss fucked earlier. Scotty fuckkin loved what he saw! Crystal time goes quicker than weed time, So daylight was already showing through daddy Paul’s window, as Paul and two buddies entered the room, hauled Scotty out of bed and into the sling. “Your daddy likes to slam a .4 that’s what I’m gonna start you off with. I want to start you strong so you’ll handle it better next time. After you feel the needle in you you’re gonna want to cough you’ll feel a big heat rush race up toward your head, so raise your arm and cough and it’s blastoff time, bitch!” First Time Slam 💉Scotty coughed like a true pig and was 💥🚀in orbiT End of Part 3

All I think about is cocks. All different sizes, shapes, colors... 3 inches to 10.5 inches. Squeaky clean to stinky. I wish I went to work every day and sucked cocks for 8 hours, THEN went to a bathhouse or truck stop and sucked cocks for 5 more hours as a hobby. My record is 25-30 cocks on many occasions. Yeah, I'm poz. Probably from sucking so many cocks. I've caught other bugs, too, in my throat and my butthole. As I get old and fat, I'm not gonna stop or slow down, just keep lowering my "standards," which weren't high to begin with. [EG]

I agree with other bottoms here than being fucked raw by a guy with a PA is just an outstanding feeling. Whatever the practicalities re: the piercing etc, it will attract bottoms to you like moths to a flame! 😉

Trust me, he wants you to let him know. Usually we make the move, but we need to know Dad is ready. It's a big bridge to cross and we need to know you're ready. Show some interest, he'll make the first move. There won't be any question. We love our Dads. It's the most perfect fit I've ever had. Happy to talk you through it and give you your son's perspective anytime to help ease your nervousness.

My mind is consumed with envy, my hole is wet and twitching, and my cock is leaking.

Thats the best way to think about it. If its in your head to want to bareback then go for it and you will never look back or regret it as the sex is so much hotter. You can play safe you can take prep but your missing out . Knowing you are taking risks when you fuck is like being on a high and you crave for more . Its actually quite hard to be pozzed so dont worry about it just enjoy.

Thank for that interesting commentary, (I'll just say 'airplane", ok?). I don't think the rich are at all interested in taking a 'step down', as you mention. Nor do I think the wealthy are interested in meeting anyone 'half-way'. Further, I think the rich are more interested in keeping the 99% down than they are sharing their excess. That said, and to the point, I think those holding vast wealth close to their hearts need a transplant, in order to spread the largess around more equitably. If everyone gave 10% of their income to ameliorate the sorrows of the poor, those sorrows would disappear. But that has never happened, and it won't happen in the future, since the more resources a person, a family hoards, the more they crave. So the answer to your question is, of course it's easier for the rich to step down than it is for the poor to climb up. But it just doesn't happen unless there are some kind of benefits (i.e. tax write-offs) to compensate the wealthy if they actually part with some of their gold.

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.

Back to ordinary work, hobbies and sex life! Yay!

"dominance of religion ..... " appears to be, being used as a tool for gain, much as with the Roman Catholic Inquisition, the Salem Witch Trials, Henry VIII & other religious or quasi religious occurrences. Trump & the Heritage Foundation are simply using the "out of mainstream Christian" evangelicals 🤔??? as an electoral base because they will inevitably be of a lower socio-economic-education group & be more malleable & prone to manipulation by people with strong coercive speeches that prey on this groups fears of social & economic injustices. Trump is using religion as a method to attain his desires rather than for the populations benefit.

Part IV: Moses’ Plan “You want this, don’t you, baby brother?” Cole’s breathing is ragged, skin flushed, still bent over the couch. Nico pulls out slow, like he’s reluctant to let go. His cock slips free with a wet sound—a slick, messy echo of how deep he’d been. Spit and sweat cling to the open swell of Cole’s hole, glistening under the low light. It wasn’t just sex. It was a handoff. Cole shudders. His back arches just slightly, and his thighs tremble. I’m still standing beside him. Watching. Cole tries to move—shifts like he’s going to push himself upright, maybe find a blanket, maybe pretend this didn’t happen. “No,” I say quietly. He freezes. “Stay.” My voice is calm. Not a bark. Not a command. Just final. Cole slowly sinks back down, palms flat against the cushion, body slack and waiting. His head drops a little, like he’s embarrassed—or maybe just floating. Either way, he obeys. Good. I step back finally, circling around, grabbing the chair again and sinking into it like a man settling in for a show that’s only just started. My hand finds the pipe again—habit—and I flick the torch once, then let it die. Not yet. I look at Nico. He hasn’t said shit. Still catching his breath, but I can feel him watching me. Watching us. Guilt in his eyes, but also heat. He knows I’m taking over now. He knows he’s already out of this dynamic. I look back at Cole. He’s still slumped forward, holes twitching, chest rising and falling like he just ran ten miles barefoot. But there’s a stillness in him now—like he’s waiting for someone to decide what happens next. So I do. “Nico,” I say without looking at him, “did you give him anything?” There’s a beat. Then Nico answers, voice tight. “G. Just G. I measured it.” I measured it—I thought mockingly. As if I care. My eyes drop to Cole again. His body is loose, lips parted, eyes heavy. I clock the microtwitches. The way his fingers dig into the couch. The lag in his blinking. Yeah. He’s on it. “You took G?” I ask him directly. He nods once. “First time?” Another nod. “How much?” “Only a little,” Cole replies. Liar. But I’ll let it slide—for now. “Did you smoke any T?” Cole hesitates. Then, quieter than before: “Yes. But tonight was my first time with that too.” I glance at Nico. He doesn’t react. Two liars. That tells me everything. “Come here,” I say. Cole shifts—starts to get up, one leg moving under him, weight shifting onto his foot like he’s going to stand— “No,” I say again. Sharper this time. “On all fours.” His eyes flick to mine, wide for a second. Then, slowly, he lowers back down. Curls his fingers against the floor. Crawls. And fuck, it’s good. The sight of him moving like that—post-fuck, half-high, obedient—is better than any hit I’ve taken tonight. When he reaches me, I let the silence linger. He kneels in front of me. Legs parted slightly, body swaying. Sweat slicks his chest. His cock’s soft now, but twitching. Still needy. I reach out and tilt his chin up. Two fingers under his jaw. “You feel good?” He nods. I wipe a smear of spit from his bottom lip with my thumb. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. “How high are you?” He breathes out. “I don’t know.” I smile, just slightly. “You’re about to find out.” His throat works, swallowing that. Good. Behind me, Nico doesn’t move. He’s just watching now—silent, hands in his lap, mouth drawn tight. Maybe regretting what he started. Or maybe just jealous I’m doing it better. I reach for the pipe—holding it up where Cole can see. His mouth opens—lips parted, eyes soft, expecting me to raise the pipe to his mouth like it’s medicine. Like I’m here to take care of him. I click my tongue, smirk, and hold his eyes—half scold, half praise. This tells me everything I need to know about how Nico’s been treating him. Like he still deserves gentleness. But I’m not Nico. I’m not afraid to break him. “You want more?” Cole nods again. Quicker this time. I raise an eyebrow. “Then beg, faggot.”

Chapter 6: Origin's Story Father John cums in Paul's ass, screaming like a wild beast. I watch him, petrified, as I see his ass cheeks contract as he injects all his poisonous cum into my boyfriend's ass. This lasts for more than a few minutes, the cum is so much that the ass can't contain it all, so it starts to drip out. Pink drops of cum mixed with blood come out. My Paul's blood. He's passed out in the meantime. After Father John finishes unloading inside my boyfriend, he pulls out his huge cock, still dripping. He's all sweaty, his hands are covered in blood from digging his nails into Paul's ass, whose hole is torn, swollen. I'm sitting on the floor, unable to speak, or move. Father John takes a shirt of mine from the closet and dries himself. "Your shirt smells good. Your boyfriend smells good too...do you want to smell it?" He brings his big cock closer to my face. The smell of cum and blood is nauseating, yet I can't move. "Tell him to come to church, as soon as he wakes up. He's part of the community now." Father John looks out the window, and sees Luka, who runs to hide. The priest smiles. "I see you've made a new friend too. Be careful hanging out with certain people!" Father John gets dressed and leaves, satisfied and arrogant. Luka waits a few minutes and then comes in to help me. We try to wake Paul, but nothing happens. He's exhausted. Luka says to let him rest. In his sleep, Paul still moans a few more, and moves his butt, as if he's still carcasses Father John's cock. I put a blanket on him and we leave the room. "What the fuck happened?" I ask Luka. "I'm sorry, there was nothing we could do anymore. This is not a normal town, Mark. It is said that a couole of centuries ago, the priest of the time sacrificed the souls of the community to a demon, to have power and eternal life. To achieve this, he began to feed on the men of the village, brainwashing them, and promising them the same things, that if they had sex with him, he could pass on this power to them. In reality, he became stronger and stronger, feeding on their lives. In the meantime, the pact made with the demon begins to corrupt faster both his soul and his body, so he begins to fuck more and more and harder with all the men of the village, to stay alive. They have orgies, rituals where all kinds of perversions happen. The thirst for power and life mixes with lust. The men begin to fuck each other every day. They leave their wives to dedicate themselves only to this. Meanwhile, their bodies begin to rot. They need to fuck to take lifeblood from the other, but a once they are all cursed, they only decay faster. Soon even the priest has no pure one to feed on, and he becomes a sort of living corpse: the demon does not let him die, but he is no longer alive. Since then, his brothers took care of him, locked him in their monastery, and sent another priest to the city, to bring order. But since then, the poison spread by the demon continues to make new victims. For this reason, only the priest in charge is allowed to suck the life from the faithful. No one else can have sex, or they would die faster. Paul has been cursed. Father John will use him, sucking his soul out little by little, until he has nothing left. Father John is the priest who replaced the first one, over two hundred years ago." "This is all absurd! But how can we stop Father John?" "It is impossible, he is immortal. The only solution would be to find the first priest and burn his body. Only then could we break the curse." "How do we find him?" "We have to investigate. Father John will surely want to throw a party for Paul's conversion. He will invite all the faithful to take turns abusing him. Just once, so as not to finish him off right away. We could infiltrate and investigate. They will all be dressed as friars, our faces will be covered." "Why are you helping me? And why does Father John hate you?" "I told you. I don't go to church anymore. Father John...He converted me and all the males in my family. Among them, my twin brother. During the post-conversion party, Father John fucked him for days without ever letting go. He took all his life energy, and at the end of my brother there were only bones left. He liked it a lot. I'm afraid Paul might end up the same way, he can't control himself with those he really likes." In the meantime, Paul wakes up and comes out of the bedroom still naked. Walking like a zombie towards the exit. They are calling him. They are calling their new brother to donate his body to them. Luka and I follow him discreetly, in the dark of the night.

I l Iove that brief moment of panic on a twink's face when he gets full length and girth of a massive tool and wonders if it's just too much dick. And I really love the look of his face when he realizes it doesn't matter. He's gonna take it anyway. I like it when a guy jerks into a mouth with evert squirt going inside. I love love an ass and whole that is red from being spanked and fucked. I, too, love seeing cum dribbling down a hole while the dick is still inside him. Especially if the top is resting on top after loading him.

Part 2 I feel the heat of his body under mine, the tension in his muscles as he leans forward, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. His body is bent just the way I want him, exposed and vulnerable in front of me, but still strong, still present—like he’s daring me to do something with all this control. The mirror across from us catches every movement—my body pressing into his, the way his head tilts just slightly, lips parted as he catches his breath. His eyes dart to mine in the reflection, and the look there—fuck—it’s like he’s letting me in, letting me see every piece of him, every inch of his desire. I slide a hand down his back, feeling the way his skin shivers under my touch. The warmth radiates off him, and I can feel his heartbeat in my chest, matching mine in the silent rhythm of our movements. “Stay still,” though I’m not sure if I’m telling him or myself. I’m barely holding it together, already lost in the feeling of him—so perfect beneath me. He doesn’t resist as I slap my 9” cock onto his smooth, tight hole. I line myself up, and then press forward, feeling the stretch as my foreskin pulls backward, my cock sinking deeper into him. His body tenses for a split second but then melts, as I watch him bite his lip in the reflection. God, he’s beautiful like this—completely open, completely mine in every way. I lean down, my chest brushing against his back, my lips barely grazing the curve of his neck. I can feel his body tremble under me, his skin warm, soft, and every inch of him responding to my touch. My hand slides down his side, fingers grazing the smoothness of his waist, feeling the slight tremor of his muscles. I pull him closer, pushing him into the couch with a steady pressure. The mirror catches the moment—our bodies moving together, the way I’m taking him, holding him there. His eyes lock with mine again, and in that reflection, I see it: the raw need, the desperation that mirrors my own. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he tries to hold it together, but he can’t. He’s lost in this, just as much as I am. I can’t help myself. My thumb slides over his jaw, pushing his face up to meet mine, forcing him to look at me, forcing him to see me. The reflection is everything. It’s him, it’s me, it’s the tension between us that’s unbearable. I push deeper, slowly, feeling him stretch around me. His body shakes under the pressure, but his hands grip the couch, holding himself still for me. I move again, deeper this time, my body pressing into his as I feel the friction, the tightness. He gasps, the sound tearing through the air, and I feel my control slip. The sensation of him beneath me is overwhelming. I lean forward, my chest pressing to his back, my lips grazing the nape of his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin, the salt of him, as I move inside him. The heat of him is everything—so soft, so warm against me. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl, my hand finding his waist again, fingers tightening as I pull him closer, deeper. The mirror shows the way he reacts—his body jerking with every thrust, the way his chest rises and falls, each breath a quiet plea. I lean over him, close enough to feel his pulse against my chest, close enough to taste the air between us. I keep moving, my rhythm steady now, building the pace, feeling the way his body fits with mine. His back arches again, pushing into me, and I know he’s close—closer than I expected. I can feel him shudder, his body tightening, and when he breathes my name—low, shaky, “Nico…”—it breaks everything. I grip him harder, pushing even deeper, watching the way his face contorts in the mirror, the pleasure, the tension, the raw need reflected back at me. His fingers dig into the couch cushions, his body giving way to every push, every stroke. I feel it—he’s mine, every inch of him, every sound he makes. I move faster, harder, and I hear him gasping, feeling the way his body finally gives in, trembling beneath me. He’s lost in it, just as much as I am. The reflection tells me everything. His eyes lock with mine again, wild, desperate, and I see the moment he breaks—his face twisted in pleasure, his body jerking beneath mine. Fuck, I can’t hold back anymore. I push him through it, pushing until we’re both lost in the rush. Then that’s when I hear it—the creak of the front door opening. The sharp sound rips through the air, jarring me out of the haze of my own mind. For a split second, I think it’s just my head playing tricks on me, the high messing with my senses, Cole’s tight fucking hole wrapped around me. But then the door opens wider, and I hear the unmistakable sound of shoes hitting the floor along with the words: “What the fuck?” For a split second, I don’t move, don’t say anything. I just freeze, and Cole, beneath me, does too. I’m still inside him, my grip on his waist firm, holding him in place as his breath hitches. The tension is suffocating, the silence louder than anything else in this fucking room. I don’t pull away. I don’t move. Instead, I slowly glance over at Moses, standing in the doorway, his eyes wide, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and something else I can’t quite read. He stands frozen, hands at his sides, staring at us like he’s processing what the fuck he just walked into. Cole’s body shifts beneath me, his face flushed with embarrassment. He looks up at me briefly, eyes searching mine, and I see it—the hesitation, the silent plea for me to fix this. But I don’t know how. I can’t fix this. Moses doesn’t speak at first, just glares, his gaze moving between me and Cole. He looks like he’s about to blow. “What the fuck is going on here?” He steps closer, his tone sharp and full of disbelief. I pull back slightly from Cole, slipping out of him with a quiet “pop”, but staying close, trying to maintain control, but fuck, everything’s spinning out of my hands now. I wipe my hand over my face, trying to find something to say. Moses’ eyes flicks to me, the anger in them flickering like a flame ready to burn everything down. “Seriously, Nico? My brother?” His voice is rough, but there’s something else there—something I didn’t expect. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the disbelief. But it hurts more than I thought it would. I swallow hard, not sure where to start. I glance back at Cole, who’s still sitting there, his hands covering his lap, looking small in a way that doesn’t match how he normally is. I try to steady myself. “Moses, it’s not what you—” “Bullshit.” He cuts me off, voice rising now, his chest heaving with frustration. “This isn’t some fucking misunderstanding. I can see it. You’re actually fucking him, aren’t you?” I don’t answer at first. My breath is sharp, the words dying in my throat, and that’s when I realize—Moses isn’t just angry. There’s something else simmering under the surface, something conflicted. I meet his eyes, trying to read him. He’s not backing down, but the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hands are balled into fists, makes me wonder just how far this is going to go. I glance back at Cole again, who’s still silent, eyes on the floor. He’s not backing down either. Moses’ gaze shifts from me to Cole, and for a brief second, it softens, just the slightest shift. I see him look at Cole—like he’s seeing him in a way he hasn’t before. It’s almost… curious. He swallows hard, running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck is this, Nico?” I look at him, the weight of the moment crashing down. There’s no turning back from this. Not now. Not with him standing there, seeing us both in this fucking mess. But somehow, I find my voice, and this time, it’s clear. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, Moses. I never meant for any of this.” Moses shakes his head, still processing, still pissed. But there’s something in his eyes—something under all that anger. His voice drops to something lower, more tense, “So what? You’re fucking him, and now you want to make it okay?” I don’t know how to respond to that. Because the truth is, I don’t have the fucking words. I don’t know what any of this is, or what it means for us. Then, to my surprise, Moses takes a step forward, his face softening slightly. He looks at Cole, his brother, and there’s something there—something I can’t explain. He’s not just angry anymore. There’s this understanding, or at least the beginning of it, like he’s processing the new reality in front of him. He glances back at me, his voice quieter this time. “You’re both fucked up, but… shit, man. What the hell were you thinking?” I don’t have an answer. I never had an answer. But there’s this strange, unspoken understanding between Moses and me now—he’s still my best friend, still the guy I’ve known forever. But there’s no going back from this moment. He doesn’t say more. He just stands there for a moment, looking at me, then at Cole. The weight of it is too much. I stand there, still unsure of what the fuck happens next. Then Moses walks over to the coffee table, grabs the pipe off it, and inspects it for a second like it’s just a normal thing to do. His fingers wrap around it casually, like he’s deciding if he wants to hit it or hit me upside the head with it. I feel Cole shift beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I hold his body close, watching Moses carefully. Without looking back at us, Moses brings the pipe to his lips, lights it up, and takes a long, slow hit. His eyes look up at the cloud of smoke he exhales, his gaze sharpening as he looks back at us. “Well, don’t stop on my account,” he says nonchalantly, voice calm as he sits down across from us. The smoke curls around him. He’s completely unfazed. I feel Cole tense up beneath me, his eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me, his body half-turned, trying to process what the hell is happening. I stay still, not sure what the fuck to say, or do. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from pounding Cole just a few moments ago, and now Moses is here—watching us, like he’s completely comfortable with this. I expect him to be pissed. Maybe call it a mistake. But instead, he just sits there, eyes watching us closely as he takes another drag from the pipe, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. Moses’ eyes flick to Cole for a moment, studying him, before turning back to me, almost like he’s waiting for me to break the silence. Cole shifts again, his voice shaky, but he tries to speak. “You… you want to watch, or…?” The words hang in the air awkwardly, and I feel his unease ripple through me. Moses isn’t just walking in on us—he’s sitting down like he’s made himself part of this. Moses exhales slowly, blowing the smoke out to the side as if he’s giving the question some thought. “Yeah, I want to watch,” he says casually, like he’s talking about something as simple as a movie. But there’s a sharpness to his tone that catches me off guard. There’s no judgment, no disgust, just the quiet acceptance of it all—like he’s been around enough to know that this is just what happens. I stare at him for a second. This is weird. Sure, we all get high together. We all know the drill. But to sit here and watch? This is new. But I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know how to tell Moses this is crossing some line I didn’t even realize existed. I should feel anger, but instead, I just feel a tinge of confusion. Why is he so okay with this? “You sure about that?” I ask, voice still low, not entirely hiding the surprise that I’m feeling. Moses shrugs nonchalantly, his expression unreadable. “Why the hell not? Might as well… see it all the way through.” I feel Cole shift underneath me, his body stiffening with uncertainty. He meets Moses’ gaze briefly, his mouth opening like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. His hands are still gripping the couch like he’s trying to hold on to whatever bit of normalcy is left in this fucked-up situation. “This is… strange,” Cole mutters, his voice softer, eyes flicking nervously between Moses and me. He’s still trying to figure out how to process this, still caught between confusion and something else—maybe desire, maybe something darker. Moses leans back in the chair, blowing out another cloud of smoke and making a lazy circle in the air with it. “Is it? Or are you just not used to someone calling it out like it is?” He lets the silence settle in, the tension rising. I feel Cole’s body relax a little beneath me, but I can tell his mind is still racing. He’s confused, uncertain—but a part of me can see it in his eyes. He’s curious. Moses, on the other hand? He’s too comfortable in this situation. His gaze shoots back to me, sharp as ever, waiting for me to make the next move. He’s just sitting there, completely at ease with the whole fucking situation, his face unreadable. Another hit. Another cloud of smoke. Like he’s watching some fucked-up movie unfold in front of him, but this movie is real. I feel the tension tighten in Cole’s body as I move again, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer to me. He’s so fucking soft under my touch, like I could break him with just a look, but he’s strong—he holds himself together, even as my body pushes against his, every inch of him tight, ready. “You’re still okay with this?” I ask, my voice low, rough. The words taste like fire in my mouth, but I need to know. I need to hear it from him. Cole nods, his breath hitching, his fingers gripping my wrist as he pulls me in closer. “Yeah,” he says, voice shaky, but sure. “I want this.” And there it is. That fucking thing in his eyes—the desire, the need, the acceptance of what’s happening. Without a second thought, I line my cock back to Cole’s hole. This time, staring Moses directly in the eyes as I push into Cole harder, feeling him tighten, his body reacting to every inch of me. I turn to Cole and watch him fall apart in front of me, his chest rising and falling as I set the pace. His lips part, gasping, and I’m right there with him, losing myself in the movement, in the feeling. Cole’s body moves with mine, the friction pulling us closer. His breath quickens, and I can tell he’s fighting it—fighting the urge to lose himself, to give in to what we’re doing. But there’s no holding back now. I shift, pushing harder, making him take me deeper. His back arches again, his hands moving to grip the cushions beneath us, knuckles white, and I feel the tension in his body snap, the first wave of release hitting him hard. He groans, his body shaking beneath me, his head tipping back, and I can’t help the low growl that escapes me as I feel him tremble. Fuck. “Don’t stop,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. He grips my wrist harder, pulling me closer, deeper. I don’t. I can’t. I move faster now, no restraint, no holding back. The mirror catches us both—the way he moves beneath me, the way I’m taking him, and I can’t stop watching him. His face is a picture of raw need, of surrender, and fuck, it’s beautiful. And then, in the background, I hear Moses, his voice a low murmur over the quiet crackling of the pipe. ”Don’t get too excited there, Nico. You may have popped my brother’s cherry, but I’ll be damned if I’m not the first one who busts a nut inside him.”

Chapter 2 My mind was in a warm, horny mess. The furry, muscled daddy kept barebacking me, groaning and grinding as my wet slippery hole spasmed around him. The slam had me euphoric and begging for his cock, even as I felt it stretch open my cunt, and over the sounds of our sloppy fucking, his deep uncontrolled grunts as he owned his masculinity by barebacking me. Slowly, he began pushing me forward, his staccato-esque pounding increasing in fervour, and soon, he had a leg up on the bed. This allowed his plunges into my cunt to reach depths that had me scream out, forcing him to push my face down and growl "Not that loud, slut. Bite down into the pillow, and scream out." I whimpered, shakily and nodded, lost in a euphoric trance. He began to slow down and I relaxed with him, my moans going from shrill to soft sighs. His hands slid over my back and casually slid over my neck, and quickly, he lifted his other leg onto the bed. "Relax for me, baby. This next fuck will be intense." I felt his weight on my large ass cheeks, his hairy, sweaty groin spreading them open, our bodies linking up electrically. He leaned into me further, his thick, soaked chest hair cooling me. "Spread your legs, baby. open wide. Daddy's going to fill you up good." The anticipation of his cum had me more turned on than I could express. Spurts of clear, watery cum kept pouring out of my soft cock, and with his instruction, I spread my legs, feeling him push in deeper. He pressed my face into the bed, and slowly pulled out, releasing wet pops from my hole. His fingers tightened around my neck, and without warning he plunged in hard, and again, and again. A croak escaped my mouth as he battered my hole, his cock pistoning in and out of me and a rumble emerging from him. My fingers wrapped into tight balls as I clutched the bedcover, both loving and agonising over his fucking. Sweat and slime draped my raw-dogged cunt, his pubic hair burning the lips of my cunt as he pounded me out. His hands kept tightening around my neck, as he fucked me and from the corner of my eye, I watched the large mirror beside us. There we were, on the white sheets of the bed. Me, legs akimbo, face down and a blurred, body rippling, and him, a man mad with primal lust. his head was upturned, mouth open, back arched and legs crossed as he fucked my hole deeper with every second. His muscles were taut and from here, I could see that he was covered with glitters of sweat emerging from his copious fur, clinging to his beautiful musculature, a vision to behold. A guttural howl escaped his lips and each slap into me was hard, and angry, showering me in all the sweat that clung to his body, while spots began to appear in my vision. "I'm going to cum." He whispered, tight with control. I didn't know what to feel other than bliss, and non-existence. At that moment, I was his hole, and I would do anything to make sure that his cum would slather my insides. "I'M CUMMING YOU FUCKING SLUT!" He bellowed, followed by a rising scream. His final lunges were echoes with deep roars from him, and as the last bits of air began to escape from me, his body jerked over me, and I felt it. Each convulsion was followed by angry, intense groans, and he finished with "Take my poz cum, slut." I didn't react negatively to this, but it spurred me on, opening myself up to him in every possible way. I always wanted to have a poz man breed me. That was the true lack of inhibition. The joy of toxic cum branding my sore, puffy cunt. A thick, explosive burst of rich cum spurted deep inside me, and as his clasp over my neck relaxed, I could smell his orgasm. There was something about the smell of cum, musky, and strong that had me burst out, releasing gushes of liquid out of my slowly hardening cock. He laughed, his voice huskier, weaker. "That was beautiful, baby." He pulled out gently, pulling me up, and releasing his cock from the confines of my cum filled man cunt. His fingers traced the edges of my swollen hole and slid in, making me gasp and they slid out, doused in thick, whitish liquid. He moved my face towards and slipped his fingers in my mouth, making me taste him, my hole and looked into my eyes with an intensity I couldn't describe. It was animalistic like he had claimed me. I shuddered at the thought of being his. He turned me slowly and in a raspy voice whispered into my ear "Clean me, slut." My legs slid onto the floor and the blood rushed up to my head, making me totter around for a second. He held me, despite my skin being slippery and rose to a kneeling position on the bed. He then leaned back his throbbing manhood rising above the thicket of his wet fur like a tower of male dominance over me, like it was symbolic in some religious way. His cock rose In the amber light was still hard, now wet and sticky with our combined fluid. I didn't hesitate. I took him in entirely, down to the root, lips clasped over my teeth. I wanted to show him what I was good at. I went down slow, relishing the taste of us on his thick, can-sized cock and watching his head pitch back, moaning. The meth/molly had a second burst in me as my blood rushed to my head, and with it, awareness of every vein, even muscle, and the scent of his rich cum, sending me in a non-stop motion of suctioned sucking, my tongue lapping over his blood filled member. "Yesssss," he whispered into the ceiling arching his buttocks forward and feeding this thickening cock into my gullet. Saliva escaped with his emerging cock, and with it, any thought in my head for air. He held me still and slipped his tumescent cock out of my hot, steaming mouth and looked at me, his eyes dark again. He wanted to fuck me, once more. Maybe he saw the thought form in my head and his dominant side awakened; he clasped my head in both hands and began to face fuck me ignoring my gags as he hissed. I made it a habit, high or not, to always cover my teeth when a cock touched my lips, and he was loving it. I patted his thigh with urgency, begging him to release me as I couldn't breathe but he didn't seem to care. His body smelled breathtaking in a rich, thick pheromone-like haze, and as I looked at him, he looked at me, and snarled, his canines glinting in the light. He was in bliss. Eyes rolling up, with whatever strength I had left, I pushed his groin off my face, gasping hard as his saliva-covered cock slapped into my face. As I breathed in, another rush of blood brought the slam back up, and in a second, we were at it again. This is what he meant by letting go. The intensity, the strength of the slam had me in awe. At this point, anything he wanted, I would do. Just to feel that rush. X-------------------------------------X Hey Guys! The week has been a bit hectic with work, and I'm a bit ill. I hope this will suffice for now, I'll resume the chapter in a few more days. Thank you for the positive responses! He kindly looked like this, sans the tattoos. Well, except one. And hairier.

Love to see a butt in a thong or jock. I am wearing a thong 99, 9 % of the time. For the rest it is a jock

I love using my army of toys to open up my hole

That's East New York which is NOT a place I am going late at night when I'm not familiar with the area. I have safety and security concerns when it comes to apartment sex parties in sketchy neighborhoods.

Love being POZ

10 The Test Jack opened the door and saw that Brad was ready to serve his master. He sat on his knees waiting with his mouth open. Jack stepped on his slut and pulled Brad's head back and spat in his face and then pushed his face into his crotch. Good so slut from now on you can wait for me every day. The recognizable horny smell of Jack's monster dick crept into Brad's nose and made him instantly horny and he began to moan lightly. If he hadn't been wearing a penis cage, his slut cock would certainly have been stiff. Brad opened his mouth and started kissing and licking his master's dick. You start to know your record slut, that makes me happy. Spoil your master's pole, worship it and make it nice and stiff. Brad's heart started beating faster and he opened his mouth and eagerly took his master's pole into his mouth. He started sucking on it gently andpushed it as deep as he could into his throat. His master's cock began to swell and grow in his mouth and Brad almost got a gag reflex. Brad began to suck more firmly on his master's pleasure pole and Jack looked on approvingly and was proud of his achievement. Soon he will be allowed to do a first testand we will see how he has gone through his transformation. Jack pulled Brad off his pole and pushed him onto the bed. Enough for now slut and stay on the bed. Brad was shocked and didn't know why he had to stop giving his master a, didn't he do it well enough or did his master want to do something else with him first. He lay down on the bed as asked of him and he saw jack walk to the wall and take some of his belongings. Jack came back to the bed saying nothing but placed a collar around Brad's neck, 2 wristbands and 2 ankle straps. A chain was attached to the collar, his arms were fastened together on his back and a piece of chain was placed between his legs, so he could certainly still walk but he did not have to think about walking because the piece of chain was too short for that. He was given a mask with only his nose and mouth outand was given headphones with loud music. Jack helped him straight and pushed him forward. Brad had lost the north for a moment and didn't know where he was in the room and how far away he was from the wall. He stepped on but was still afraid to run into something. He felt Jack put his hand on his shoulder and make him stop. Jack opened the door but Brad, who couldn't hear or see anything, didn't notice. Again Jack pushed him forward and the Brad stepped forward and realized that he must have left the room. Jack turned him to the left, put his hand on his shoulder and she stepped back straight. A few meters further she stopped back Jack opened another door and she stepped into the room. In the middle of the room she stopped and Brad's arms were loosened, the chain between his legs was removed as was the chain on his collar. The headphones were taken off. It was quiet in the room, there wasa smell in the room of sweat and sex but still Brad could not see where he was. Brad heard several people coming into the room and 1 of them was definitely a woman as she was already moaning loudly and begging to be. She must surely have been drugged, Brad thought to himself. He heard the woman being laid on the bed the other he heard going around the room and then the sound of the footsteps stopped. He could only hear the groaning woman. Brad didn't understand what was happening. Jack came to stand next to him. Soon when you hear the door close you can take off your mask slut, I will leave you alone and you can make a choice for the last time. Brad, who still didn't understand what was happening, nodded. He felt his penis cage being loosened andthen he heard Jack go out of the room and close the door. Brad stopped for a moment and then hesitantly took off the mask. It was fairly dark in space. He looked around but couldn't see much until a lamp started to light up in the corner. There the woman lay moaning on the bed. She was fingering herself. Brad looked at it and wasn't sure what to do. The woman could not yet see him properly because he was in the dark. Brad stepped up and the woman had seen him. She was extremely handsome and horny as hell, she shouted to Brad that he had to fuck her. Brad stood next to the bed and watched the writhing woman begging to be. His mind was running at full speed. What was he supposed to do. He was presented with a handsome woman who begged to be and there was no one to stop him. Instinctively he put his hand on the inside of her leg and went deeper with his hand looking for her cunt. The woman felt warm as she moaned at the touch she received and her mouth fell open. With her hand she went over Brad's body and searched for his penis. Brad was fingertips to the cunt of the pleading slut in front of him, but it felt awkward and not right. It was not the feeling that he was going to cheat on his girlfriend but a feeling that he no longer had a need or desire to do this. The woman's touch also felt different, different from the fact that he used to experience a touch from a woman. It didn't wound him up for some reason. He stuck his finger in the cunt of the woman who now started panting louder and begging even more, oh yes baby just do harder and deeper. He fingered the woman with 2 fingers, then pulled them out of her warm moist cunt and smelled it. The smell was familiar to him but didn't do him much. He didn't get it. Last week he would have jumped at smelling her scent. The woman who had found his cock pulled it violently but there was no movement in it, his dick remained limp and lifeless. Brad didn't understand what was happening, the woman in front of him begged to be used and it didn't bother him. He crawled onto the bed and pushed her legs open and buried his face between her legs and his mouth was instinctively at the height of her pussy. He started licking her pussy. The woman went into ecstasy, she groaned with pleasure. Make my pussy nice and wet, so you can fuck me later. He knew how to lick a pussy because he had done this so many times but it still felt wrong. He tasted and smelled her pussy and with one hand he squeezed her breasts and with the other hand he started fingering her. All the actions he did were of habit and because he knew what to do, but he didn't feel at all that he was just a little excited by this. What was wrong with him. The woman enjoyed the attention she received and wanted more. Yes baby, oh yes you make me so. Let me suck your cock so you can fuck me. Brad was completely confused by what was happening. He stopped licking and came to sit on the woman and offered her his flaccid dick. She opened her mouth and took the flaccid dick in her mouth started sucking and looked straight into his eyes like a horny whore. Even though it had been a long time since he got a blowjob, brad didn't care about his dick shriveling and limp. How can this be, he thought to himself. He looked ashamed at the woman who was blowjob like a man possessed, and atthe sight of that horny slut look of the woman giving him a blowjob wasnuck the realization came in completely that he was no longer a straight guy but a slut who longs to suck dicks and be fucked like that woman who was sucking him and that his dick no longer served to be worshipped and pampered, his dick only served to piss and that was also the only reason forthe existence of his dick. Whatever that woman would try she wouldn't get his pole stiff anymore and he would never be able to fuck a cuntagain. Herealizes that a cunt didn't do anything to him anymore and that he wouldn't get any more feelings for a woman. He had become a cock sucker, a slut, a slave, a utensil and from those thoughts he got warm inside again. He shook his head and pulled his limp pole out of the woman's mouth. She wouldn't stop and pulled his pole to put it back in her mouth. She said she'd better do her best, she begged to be allowed to suck him. Brad shook his head and stepped off the bed and said no. You won't get it stiff because I want to suck a pole myself. The woman begged, please baby come back I will pamper you and make you change your mind. No said Brad, I'm a slut and am only here to serve real men. When Brad had spoken those words, another lamp on the other side of the room started to light up and Brad saw 2 solid black daddy's sitting. The woman who begged but Brad didn't hear her anymore his thoughts were already with those 2 daddy's. One called out to him where are you waiting for slut. Prove it that you are a slut and that you are only here to serve real men. Come here slut so we can see what kind of slut you are. We have alot of good stuff for you. Brad stepped into his new life as a slut without looking behind him. When he was almost with the 2 men, the other said that he had to sit on his knees, he had to know his place and level and that was not the same as that of the 2 men. Brad sat down on all four and waited for his first order. He looked down and saw that his cock had already stiffened. This was further proof to him that this would be his new life. Jack, who had been watching the screens in another room the whole time, knew that Brad had passed the test. The transformation was complete and had taken over his previous self. Now let it be used by those 2. He will soon beg to be allowed back to his cell. Are you thirsty asked the Steven, Brad nodded. Openyour mouth and I will give you something to drink. Brad opened his mouth and pulled Brad by his hair and pushed his mouth over his pole and started emptying his bladder. Brad's mouth was completely filled with Steven's dick which was even flaccidly bigger and thicker than his master's. But despite the fact that his mouth was completely filled, he knew what to do and did not let a drop go to waste. Good so slut swallow my chem piss but nice and nice. Jack trained you well. Nick came to sit behind him and roughly pushed his finger into Brad's hole. This hole doesn't stretch so hard anymore, he said to his mate. Steven laughed that's good because otherwise my bat would never fit in. Nick withdrew his finger and took some shards and pushed the shards into Brad's lair. Here are some ass sweets for your slut because a real slut must always be horny and flying. Brad, who had been craving high for a while, relaxed more because he knew he was going to fly back soon enough. Thank you master for the ass candy said Brad. Nick started growling because he couldn't wait to get started with the new toy and only gave solid chats on Brad's ass. Brad moaned and his ass started to look nice red. Brad felt the burning sensation rise and began to moan more violently as he longed for what was to come. In the background you could hear the woman beingbrought in and still begging to be fucked but the men and the slut didn't give her any more attention. Brad was only busy with the men who were with him. Steven pulled Brad's ass open so that Brad's cunt was nicely visible. Time to discharge my chem piss Nick said and he pushed his half hard pole into Brad's hole. Brad, already starting to fly lightly, dropped his mouth open and began to moan lightly. He felt his intestines being filled with Nick's chem piss and bit his lower lip with pleasure. Nick withdrew his pole and quickly inserted a plug into the gaping hole of his new toy. Let's do that for a while, he said. Steven sat down on all four and sat down with his ass in front of Brad's face. Nick pulled the ass open and ordered Brad to lick Steven's ass. The horny smell of Steven's cock and ass came towards Brad and wound him even more. Just now he licked another pussy and it didn't bother him, this time he licked a man's ass and he couldn't get enough of it like a possessed one he licked Steven's cunt. Nick pushed Brad even deeper but Brad didn't mind, preferably he was all the way in Steven's ass. His dick had already gone limp again as the chems were starting to do their job. Nick let Go of Brad's head and Steven stood back up. They took a bucket and placedit on Brad's ass and pulled the plug out of Brad's cunt without warning. Brad got a twinge of pain but the pain subsided and the piss ran out of his ass into the bucket. Open your mouth, Nick ordered and he took the bucket and emptied the bucket into Brad's mouth. Half ended up in his mouth, the other half ran over his head and body. Swallow slut, swallow. Brad swallowed the piss he had in his mouth and let the rest of his body drip. What a dirty filthy slut you are grinning Steven. That's how we like to have our sluts. High, nasty and. Now you only have to be filled with our positive babies and then you are complete. Brad had to stand up and started to stagger a bit on his legs and the chems were already screaming through his body. Nick grabbed his head and spat in his face and looked into Brad's eyes. If you are already flying slut, you are ready to be used and serve your masters. Brad could hardly speak anymore but could still say yes while moaning. Are you sure steven, are you sure you don't want any more because we only fuck you if you beg for it. Brad only heard the words more, fucking, begging and he said half intelligible I want it all. Well so slut we like to hear that and he was pushed on the bed. Suck Nick's pole stiff as I prepare your point. Nick stuck his half hard pole into Brad's open mouth and he started sucking on it like a savage. The half hard pole almost completely filled Brad's mouth and he felt it grow and swell even more. His mouth was now completely open and he still did not have enough space to fully work the monster inside. He felt that his mouth corners would almost tear but still he pushed him even deeper inside. Meanwhile, Steven had prepared a small point and put a strap around Brad's arm and looked for a vein. Brad was already so flying and enjoying the new cock in his slut mouth that he didn't realize Steven was about to let the syringe disappear into his arm. Steven saw a register and looked grinning at Nick who said push it all the way in. Brad who hadn't noticed this felt the rush coming up, Nick pulled his pole back andBrad's eyes flopped open completely and started coughing and then begging loudly. His hands went over his body thatfelt electric, with every touch he became even more aroused. His hands went to his own flaccid pole and with one hand he pulled on his flaccid dick and the other hand he tried to push completely into his cunt. Steven and Nick looked amused at the spectacle. Nick took Brad's hands and placed them on his nipples. Play around with this. Fuck me, rape me called Brad whohad completely lost control. We will certainly do that, Steven said. He came to sit at Brad's balls and opened his mouth and took the slut's balls into his mouth and started biting lightly on them. Brad hadn't had this experience yet and it makes it even. Hmmmmm yes, louder Brad cried. He now got a chat from Nick who said that they would determine what happened. Brad's eyes were completely open and spinning around in his head. His mouth was open and his tongue fell out of his mouth. Nick now came to sit behind Brad and turned Brad around so that he was on all four. Steven sat down in front of Brad and pushed his half hard pole into Brad's mouth and he started sucking on it. Nick placed his hard monster against Brad's sphincter and in 1 movement he pushed his dick into the warm humid cave. Brad could handle quite a bit but this monster in 1 time to work inside made him gasp and he let out a loud moan. Steven pushed poppers under his nose and his cunt relaxed more and more with each inhalation. Nick felt that Brad's hole had accepted his monster dick and began to gently fuck him. Steven on the other hand pushed his long medium thick pole throat deep and kept Brad's head in place so that his pole stayed deep in his throat. Brad didn't have a gag reflex anymore but Steven's dick was so big he couldn't breathe anymore. After a few seconds without air, Steven withdrew his dick and Brad gasped. He didn't get much time to catch his breath because Nick started to increase his speed and Steven pushed his pole back in. The drool ran out of his slut's mouth and his ass began to be completely open. What a blissful hole you have slut called Nick, still nice and narrow, warm and humid. He started fucking him now. Nick was almost at his first high point and started panting and growling heavily. He hit the ass of his new toy a few times pushing his pole balls deep one last time and with a loud moan squirted his first load of the evening deep into Brad's intestines. Here are my positive baby slut, take my dirty DNA and from now on you can call me daddy because I got you pregnant with my toxic load. Yeah called Steven give it to him. Brad moaned loudly and felt Nick's monster squirt load after load of toxic seed into his burrow. Nick pulled his pole out of Brad's hole and some seed ran out of Brad's cunt. He took it with his limp dick and pushed it back in. Brad was turned on his back and now it was Steven's turn. Nick ordered Brad to lick his dick clean and Steven pushed his pole in. Nick had loosened and moistened the hole and he felt that Brad's hole was nicely filled with seed. With each thrust you could hear a popping sound through the seed and the hole that had been nicely open. Brad was still flying high and again got the poppers pushed under his nose and had to take some sniffs. Nick's monster began to swell back from Brad's licking and sucking. See what you do with slut said Nick. My cock doesn't want to stop yet you're ready for the second round. Is your ass ready to become a real slut hole. Brad, who was enjoying himself, could only moan. Steven looked at Nick and knew what to do. He stopped fucking and lay down on the bed. Brad had to sit on Steven's pole and could now set the pace himself, but not for long. He was pushed on Steven's chest by Nick, Brad who was still so high didn't know what was about to happen. But Nick was ready to push his monster into the hole as well. Steven quickly pushed some poppers under Brad's nose and said take a few deep sniff sluts because you will need it. Brad snorted heavily at the poppers and groaned at the new rush he got from it. He felt that there was again pushing against his sphincter. Through the poppers , his hole opened up a little more and Nick was able to gently push his pole inside. Brad didn't know what he was feeling and his mouth dropped open and he moaned loudly. His hole pulled open even more and Nick's monster schooled inside. Oh fuck Oh fuck called Brad, yes slut take our cocks. Brad's cunt was fully pulled open and it felt complete with the two poles in it. Brad was in complete ecstasy now that there were two dicks in his ass and he cried out in pleasure. Rape me fill me with your dirty babies. Both Nick and Steven grinned and growled upon hearing the slut's pleasure. Take our cocks baby let us fill your hole said Nick, and he started fucking the slut at a leisurely pace. Steven pulled Brad's head towards him spit in his face, and started to tongue kiss him and said when he broke off the kiss what a dirty slut you are. We will have a lot of fun with you in the future. Brad was still completely gone and constantly shouted yes harder, fuck me, deeper, give it to me. Hearing the slut made both Steven and Nick horny as hell and Nick stepped up the pace. Steven put his nails in Brad's back and scratched him. Brad himself came to a high point due to the stimulation of his prostate and moaned very loudly, from his flaccid pole ran a huge load of seed. Steven felt the seed running on him and called out to Nick, you had him squirted. What a dirty heavenly slut this is. Brad's energy dropped for a moment because he had cum and Nick felt that the resistance of the cunt had now completely fallen away. He was given even more space to push his monster inside and now began to fuck him hard. Brad moaned loudly with every thrust he received. Both Nick and Steven got to the high point and with a few last thrusts they came at the same time. Brad felt his hole filled with Nick and Steven's dirty seed for the second time. Both daddy's pulled their limping pole out of Brad's gaping hole and saw their seed begin to flow out. Nick quickly took a large butt plug and pushed it into Brad's hole. This will not be enough he said laughing we need a bigger one to keep our gift in place. Steven took the biggest plug and gave it to Nick. Nick took the other plug out of Brad's gaping hole without resistance and pushed the thicker plug in. This will stay put, he said. Both men came off the bed and hit Brad's ass again and said they would book him in the future. Jack had also come into the room and looked at his slut who was high and counted out on the bed. Well gentlemen he passed his test. Nick laughed and looked at Brad on the bed, I think he can still learn some things but this will be his new life. He is made to serve men like us. Steven nodded affirmatively. Steven gave Jack a thick envelope and they left the room. Jack came to sit on the bed and whispered in Brad's ear that he was proud of his transformation and that Brad should be proud of what he had become. Jack showed the thickly filled envelope and said that he had earned nice money for his master and that he would soon get a nice reward for it and that he would earn even more money for his master in the future because that was only the reason for his existence. Making money with his slut pussy for his master. Brad started to regain his strength and said thank you master I just want to make you happy and only suck dicks and get fucked by real men. Brad was given a chain around his neck and the mask over his head and was taken back to his room. This time his master had to help him because he was shaky on his feet. In the room, the chain and mask were taken off and Brad was able to crawl on the bed. Brad was still flying the chems and closed his eyes and got lost in his thoughts and fantasies. Jack looked amused at his creation and saw that Brad started to shiver, a grin appeared on his face and thought to himself if his fuckflue would have started. He put a blanket over Brad and then left the room. Tomorrow we can see if he was in full transformation he thought with a huge grin on his face.

A top that breeds deep through the gloryhole is a man who knows how to do the right thing

I'd like to hear some discussion on this. I've bought the domains ExposedFags.com and ExposedFag.com, as well as Exposed.men. I'm trying to get a sense for how the niche works. I know it's one of those "edge" cases that a lot of social media sites are skittish about because it can be abused and become revenge porn. I started at Twitter account, @ExposdFags, but I've been really careful not to retweet things unless it's clear the guy is giving consent by holding his ID in the pic, writing his consent on this body, etc. My thinking is I'll set up the site so guys who want to be exposed enter into a literal legally binding contract. It would be a barter arrangement where I get a license to use the images, and they get exposure on my various sites. So each party gets "something of value". I'd require a photo of their ID, and them holding their ID to prove who I'm doing business with guys over 18, and that they photos they submit are of them. The photos of their ID and them holding their IDs can be kept private or distributed. Ditto with their legal name, location, etc. – guys will be able to get the level of exposure they want. Then there would be a monetary fee to cancel the license. The fee would be per image, and the cancellation fee would increase each time they request a batch of images be deleted. That will either discourage guys who aren't serious from submitting their photos, and/or attract cash slaves who want to be abused financially. [Another niche with nuances I've never quite understood.] Question: Exposed Fags is a better name than Exposed Men, right? Initially I was noticing a lot of cross-dressers labeling themselves exposed fags, and I'm not really interested in supporting cross-dressers – the audience is straight men who I want to avoid. So I thought Exposed Men might be better. But from what I've seen the guys who want to be exposed really identify with the term "fag", so I'm now thinking Exposed Fags is better. Anyway, it's an understatement to say I don't have the time to develop this right now. The UK has been threatening to deploy age verification. If they actually do it, then I'll work on S3XAV.com (my age verification solution for my own sites), and since there's overlap between that project and Exposed Fags then Exposed Fags will get done relatively soon. Otherwise there's a fairly long list of stuff that's more important and it will be 3+ years before I get around to this project. If you have other thoughts on this niche, I'm all ears… Just realize it's gonna be years before I get around to doing anything.

Part 12 It then hit me, I was smiling about getting probably pozzed? What was I thinking? I had thought I was completely straight, wife, kids, never touched another guy and now what? I had taken so many cocks in my formerly virgin ass in one night and seemed they were all hvl toxic HIV positive and had let them all fill me with this cum. Not only that but I found I had loved almost every single time and wanted more. I couldn't seem to get enough. What the hell was I thinking? My mind was in a complete whirl as to what had happened and what am I going to do now? I had been drunk to start with, but now I was stone-cold sober and still craving more cock. I was having a really hard time wrapping my head around it. I could only seem to come back to one thing and that was, how do I get some more cock to pound my hole with. What a dilemma I should get the hell up and get dressed and get the hell out of there. To where though was a good question? I slowly sat up and looked around for my clothes. They were scattered all over the room. I got out of the bed and started to pick them up and found that I had so much cum in me it was starting to seep out of my ass and run down my legs. It was like a river. I must have taken a gallon of cum up my hole to pour out like this. My hole was so opened up at the moment I could not clench it enough to stop the flow. What a mess and yet so hot too. For some reason, I couldn't fathom I found myself reaching down and scooping some of the run out into my hand. I brought it up to look at and without thinking about it, I suddenly realized I had brought it right to my mouth and was licking it up and swallowing it like some nectar or something. As it dawned on me what I was doing, I was shocked but as I finished what I had I had an uncontrollable need and found myself scooping more and then more until I was pushing my fingers into my hole and almost dragging more out to drink. I was drunk on cum and was getting hard again from it. I had completely forgotten about gathering my clothes and drank until I could not get any more out of me, actually driving my fingers into my ass to get every drop I could and then finally licking my fingers and hand clean of every last drop. I was crazy for more and could not understand why. It had become like a drug to me and I needed more somehow. What the hell was I doing? Why was I like this? My mind in complete turmoil and wondering if I should now get dressed or wait naked to see if more guys would come in and fill me with more of their precious cum. I was in uncharted territory for me and had no idea what to do. Should I get dressed and get the hell out of there? Should I get dressed and go look for more guys to fuck me? Should I just lay back down and wait and see if someone comes to do me again? Maybe, I should just walk out naked and go to the bathroom and see if someone sees me and comes and ravishes my ass? I could not even think straight. I giggled at that as I guess after what I had been doing for hours, I didn't see how I could think 'straight' at all anymore. I finally decided the hell with clothes for now and walked into the hallway to head to the toilet. I walked in and for some reason, my insides churned a little and I sat down on the stool. I hardly got sat down when my bowels let loose with a torrent and I glanced down to see it looked to be mostly more cum, wow I didn't think there was any more in me but wow a lot and as it finished dribbling out I took a piss too. My damn cock was partially up though and it almost went straight out onto the floor but I clamped my legs at the last moment and held it back and then I reached down and squeezed my cock to stop the flow. Then thinking about something I had read once, I aimed it at my face, opened my mouth and let it go straight into it and swallowed all I could get with the last just running down my chest and stomach. By the time the last bit came out my cock was standing straight up and hard as a rock. WOW, what a turn on that was. Just then the door, I had forgotten to lock, came open and in walked one of the guys who had been fucking me. He took one glance and just walked over and took his cock out and I opened my mouth and he began to piss and as he did he drove his cock into my mouth so that not a drop got out and I had to swallow fast as could be. As he finished he too was getting hard and I sucked him for a bit. Then he reached down and grabbed my legs and tipped me back and pulled my ass up in the air and drove his cock deep into my ass. He grinned at me as he pumped hard and deep into me. I grinned back like a dummy or something. He pounded my ass for a good 15 minutes and then drove hard into me one last time and I could feel his cock pulse as he filled my hole with another load of toxic cum. My own cock was throbbing too but I didn't cum yet. God, it felt so good. He pulled out and told me he was going to go tell the other guys my hole was almost empty and in need of more filling. I got up and went back to the bedroom to lay down and wait.

Part 11 What the heck I was doing was beyond my understanding. I now knew these guys all had HIV, maybe full-on AIDS and I was letting them fuck me with no protection. All I knew at this point was the fantastic feelings of those hot cocks in my hole. Completely sober now, but wanting more even as my, formerly virgin hole was getting somewhat sore, I found myself wanting more cock in there. I could even now feel the huge amount of cum that had been deposited in me leaking out and down my legs. It was like an addiction. Dangerous as hell, but I couldn't seem to want to stop. I wanted more and more and the hell with the consequences. Maybe the booze had made me lose my mind. As I lay there thinking about what I had done. I felt no compulsion to get up nor even get any clothes on. I just wanted to lay there and enjoy the aftermath of fantastic sex. I had no idea what to do now, so I just laid there, with, I am sure, a dumb smile on my face. I wondered if any more guys were going to come in and want some of my ass. I could still feel some of the huge amount of cum in my hole seeping out. I found myself reaching between my legs and scooping some of it up on my fingers. I then raised my hand up to look and found not only my fingers were coated in cum but, also a glob of cum and I brought it to my mouth and licked every drop up like nectar. I laid there, with my legs spread wide and my knees bent, just enjoying the feeling as my hole was still tingling. It was a little sore, not surprisingly so after never having been fucked before, but the vibrations of so many cocks pounding my hole and hitting my prostate more than made up for any discomfort. I had been laying there for a good half hour, alone with my thoughts, when the door opened and three of the guys, who had all fucked me before, walked in. One of them asked me how I was doing and I, basically, was only able to look up and smile kind of goofy like. He turned to the others and told them it looked like I had liked it. Before it actually registered to me, they all stripped off their clothes and approached the bed I was on. The guy who had done the talking was crawling between my legs before I realized it. As I noticed it finally, I saw that his cock was already hard and dripping and was headed right at my hole. I was frozen in place as he reached out and lifted my legs up, spreading them even wider, as his hard throbbing cock drove completely into my waiting hole. He only hesitated a few seconds before starting to fuck me deep and hard. I found myself, completely involuntarily, thrusting my ass hard onto his cock on every in stroke. It was amazing all over again. He pounded my hole mercilessly for a good 20 minutes and without any warning he drove home in me and I felt his cock throbbing as he released his cum deep in me. He wasted no time and got up pulling out of me. The next guy immediately climbed on me and rammed his cock all the way in me one thrust. I groaned but not in pain but pure pleasure. Like the first guy, he only hesitated before a full-on assault of my hole. It was amazing and after another 20 minutes, he rammed home whispering to take his gift. My own cock was hard as steel by now and almost hurting needing release. I had no time to even grab my cock before the second guy was off and out of me and the third guy had climbed on me and rammed his cock in me and started to fuck me. He started slow but then picked up the pace soon till he was almost trying to drive clear through me. He didn't last as long as the first two, only about 10 minutes, but his pounding did the trick for me and my cock erupted between us making him slam into me deep as he roared that he was pozzing my hole for sure. I only smiled thinking he was saying that probably way too late.

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.

I'm right there with you, spannergrip. When I go cumdumping; I love the shared dynamic of entitled fuckers - the Camaraderie of the Hard Cock. Seeing it in porn is very hot. Other related stuff that turns me on in porn and when I go cumdumping: - The bottom being objectified...used like the meathole they are. - Tops high fiving when they trade off using the hole - Tops that stick their fingers/hands in the bottoms mouth. - Tops that choke out and/or smack the bottom. - Tops that use degrading language on the bottom. Yeah - I have a strong preference for true D/s in my taste for porn and sex.

Part 8 About the end of this last time, I passed out again. I awoke quite some time later this time. I had no real idea what time it was, but got up, found I was still naked, and got into my clothes I found and got my phone out and saw that it was almost 5 in the morning. OMG, I had figured on being home by 1. Damn, what the hell was I doing. My mind still was not quite functioning, yet. From the sounds I could hear, the party was still going strong though. I just stood there for a bit, trying to figure out what the hell I had been doing and why was I naked? All I could really remember at the moment was I was drunk and had been doing something or other and it seemed to have to do with sex, I thought. My mind just would not work. I sat down and leaned over with my face in my hands and tried to think. My mind was a huge blank fog. I had really had too much to drink and too quickly. It seemed for some reason that my mind kept saying I had been fucked by guys, but hell, that must have been a dream as I am straight. Then as I was thinking this, it dawned on me that my ass sure was sore and seemed to be damp. I reached down between my legs to feel and my hand felt a lot of moisture there and as I scrunched forward a little, all at once my hand felt something running into it. I looked to find and lot of white creamy looking stuff in my hand tinged somewhat pinkish. Then a little bit started to come back to me. I had been fucked. What the hell was I thinking? Then as I was thinking that this guy came walking in as naked as I was and a huge swinging cock between his legs. As he walked in it started to come back to me. I not only had been fucked, but by more than one and this guy had been the last one in me, and done me twice. Then my eyes really popped open when I remembered what he had told me. They had all had HIV and none on meds and all had dumped their cum in my ass. HOW THE HELL HAD THAT HAPPENED? I was just wondering that when he finally spoke asking, "Well, you have been out now for a couple of hours, are you ready for another load of my toxic cum now?" I could only stare at him and then nodded as I laid back, now sober and wondering what this was going to feel like now that I wasn't drunk and then what the hell should I do?

Chapter 3 Carl passed me a shot, I quickly swallowed it and shivered as the straight scotch burned its way down my throat. "I think before you suck me you need to get your ass up on the bed and let carl taste your hole while is see if my mates are free at the moment. Unlock your computer then jump up and get your ass in the air, sound ok?" said patrick. I guess it was a question but he said it in a way that there wasn't really much option to disagree. In the back ground Carl had shucked his shirt and jeans. He was commando. He giant ebony cock was already hard and it glinted with a ladder of 5 sets of piercings running up across the top of his cock. I'd seen them under the knob but these were priced across the loose skin on the top. Clearly his ample foreskin had given them room to implant them where others would have struggled. " You heard him baby, get up there and let me taste that white neg ass", Carl was a yank. And his thick southern accent only made me weaker. I unlocked my computer, dropped my boxers and climbed up onto the bed on all fours. Spreading my legs and feeling the cool hair brush past my hole. Carl wasted little time coming up behind me to gently tease my ring with his fingers. Gliding them gently over the hairless puckered surface. Spreading my sheeck he leaned forward and painted his mouth bang on my puckers and started to noisily lick and slurp my hole. In my already drunken state it started to send me crazy. My hard cock hanging down between my legs was dripping, i stroked it a few times but my god his tongue was doing amazing things that just got me too close to blowing. In the background i could hear Patrick clicking away typing, i looked over my shoulder to see him messaging someone on BBRT. "How long since you been fucked baby?" asked carl as he gently teased just my ass lips with the tips of his fingers. " About 8 weeks, he was a semi regular, pretty small only about 5 inches" "And how long since you've had a cock like mine or Patti's?" "I don't think I've ever had once your size", I tried to remember as Carl resumed his masterful work on my hole. "My ex was the biggest i've had he was about 7 inches but no where near as thick as you, He tore me though just not preparing me" I had started to slur and probably should have stopped talking. "It turned me on him summing in me, he liked to say he busted my cherry, he always used condoms though. I want on prep, but i stopped. I guess i should have kept going, i mean maybe we shouldn't.." "Shhh.." Patrick had appeared at my side and slid his jockstrap down . It was bigger than the pictures. The uncut knob was pierced and drooling precum, his heavy hairy balls hung down low, spread down by a cock ring. He grabbed my head and pressed my face to them, I could smell his slight musk and manliness. I had always though bulls balls and beer can cocks were for the movies. But here I had a 9 inch beer can on a poz muscle god and a 10 inch pierced black rod on this rough black man with an amazing tongue. "How long since your last prep tablet?" Pat asked. "2 weeks", I mumbled as i tongued his balls. "I can take one now, that way you can fuck me bare, i know its not perfect but.." "Shh, enough talking" he pushed my face back to his balls. "Keep licking. Lets just see where things go. Lets have another shot, maybe you can just suck us off that would be safe, wouldn't it?" I looked up past the massive pierced leaking cock over his hairy bulging pecs. God he was sexy. My hole twitched thinking about that cock as Carl continued to eat me out. I couldn't believe how strong his tongue was. All standing up we moved over for shots. One for each of the, and an extra for me. I had started to feel queasy with this one and explained i needed to lay down. As i collapsed backwards on to the bed carl lifted my legs and got back to work. "Keep him occupied, I'm going to duck down and grab Gary and Mark." Carl gave a thumbs up as he continued his work on my hole, occaisiaonlly biting my ring now interspersed with his tongue. My head lolled side to side and the room was starting to spin. I think I'd had too much but i was determined to keep it down. That was good scotch.