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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.

I hope this topic is relevant for any and all sex positive members but especially for all us hairy guys. I can't even count the number of times I've picked up crabs and I'm hairy enough (not pelted) that I have one hell of a time getting rid of them. If you have had similar problems please feel free to join in this conversation. If you have tips to share please share them through here with the community. For many years I wasn't active enough to bother shaving my pubes but have had to resort as I got over sexual hang ups and freed myself to be more adventurous. I love my hairy body and hairy guys so really didn't understand the shaving fetish, but, of necessity have mostly relented. Have others felt the same? The other thing I've been wondering about lately is; why do we not have a pill available for this? I used to have a dog. He got a pill flea treatment every so often and voila 'no flees'. Why do we have more compassion for our dogs than humans? I suspect it has a lot to do with being such a sex phobic culture. This reality makes it hard to advocate for the research money needed to develop such a drug. I have no doubt marketing the product would not be a problem these days. We hairy guys might even open the franchises ... lol. I look forward to seeing if this conversation gets off the ground. If you'd rather message me your thoughts I'm open to that as well. If I've missed this topic somewhere on this forum you could also direct me to that conversation. In the meantime, happy unencumbered humping everyone! Oh yeah! If you know you have crabs 🦀 or suspect you might, please do your best to get rid of them before you hookup. I suspect their are very few of us, even on this forum, with a fetish for 'chasing crabs.'

Hi, Im Lee, and this is my story. I should say up front that I'm not a writer - so please don't expect everything to be themed and told in any sort of order. I started writing this because I was bored out of my fucking mind during lockdown, and I've just written encounters down as I've thought of them. Like I said, my name is Lee. I'm 32 years old and I run a lettings agency in west London. I've owned the business for about seven years now and, though I say it myself, I've made it into a really sucessful business. Outside work I play sport and I volunteer for a couple of charities. Oh, and I'm HIV positive and not on any meds. That's a bit of a long story and I might tell you about that another time. I was diagnosed about seven years ago - just after I had taken over the business. I suppose I felt a number of things when I was diagnosed - some expected and some unexpected. The most unexpected thing was how horny it made me. It seemed like my dick was permanently hard and I just wanted to fuck as many lads as I could - and actually that's more or less what I did and and pretty much what I've been doing ever since. Here's the deal. I don't stealth anyone - any guy who gets my load up his cunt knows he's going to get it. I don't lie either - if anyone asks me about my status I will tell them - but if they don't ask, I don't tell. I'm a top, I love to fuck and I don't like condoms. That's about it really. Well, let's say I'm mostly a top - if the truth be told, the more I've had to drink, the more likely you are to find me with my arse in the air, but I'm a top most of the time. I think I'm an ordinary looking guy but, though I say it myself, I do have quite a sizeable cock and I pack the front of my trousers out pretty well, even when my dick is soft. That's led to a lot of opportunities when I've seen guys checking out - I'm not shy about going for it and pretty soon one thing leads to another. That's true at work too. The business is quite a small business and so I do a lot of the property viewings, inspections and end of tenancy visits myself. We act for a number of landlords and the property portfolio consists of a lot of student flats and houses, some very high end flats and various other properties in and around west London. I know a lot of people think you should't mix business with pleasure but I have to be honest - I've had so much sex through work. You'd be surprised how often I find some lad checking out my crotch when I'm showing a flat. Sometimes its one of a group of students, sometimes it's the father of one of the students and very often it's one half a couple who are viewing a property together - and this applies to both gay and straight couples. When I've finished a viewing, I always give out my card and say if they have any questions or want a second viewing or anything they just need to call me. If I've noticed anyone checking me out, I give them a card with my personal mobile number written on it and you'd be surprised how many calls I get and how many times I get to enjoy a horny bareback fuck with no one any the wiser and more often than not, no questions asked. One time we took on the management of a flat just outside our area in south London. It was a nice flat but the parking around about it was terrible - London parking at it's worst. The first few times I went there I had to park miles away and then I noticed that there was a council estate just on the other side of the block which, unlike everywhere else around it, didn't appear to have controlled parking and I started parking in there. I got a couple of dirty looks from the residents and knew I probably shouldn't continue parking there but it was so convvenient I did - and then one day I got challenged. The guy who challenged me looked to be in his mid 30s - he was slim, dark haired and actually quite good looking. He was obviously nervous and had clearly taken his courage in both hands to challenge me. He was brick red but explained that the parking was for residents only and when people from outside parked there it made it harder for people who lived there. He told me he was a nurse who worked shifts and said it was really inconvenient if he couldn't get parked. When he finished tallkng he looked at me and I could tell he was nervous about my reaction so I smiled at him and told him he was quite right to call me out and I apologised for being selfish and told him I wouldn't park there again. He was a bit taken aback. "Oh, well.....I suppose it's not that big a deal," he said, with a smile. I held out my hand "I'm Lee," I said. He shook my hand. "I'm David". I had noticed him checking out the front of my trousers by now and I could feel my cock growing in my pants. There was no mistaking it now - he was definitely checking me out so I decided to go for it. I spread my legs a bit to give him a better view and he asked nervously if I would like a cold drink as it was such a hot afternoon. I said that would be great and soon I was following him up to the second floor of one of the blocks. I could tell he was nervous as he handed me a (very welcome) cold drink and guessed I would have to make the first move so I pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing. A few minutes later, my pants were down and he was sucking my cock. It was just what I needed and I must say he did it really well. I could easily have let him blow me until I unloaded in his mouth but I wanted to see if he was willing to go any further. I pulled him up and soon I was going down on him. I sucked his cock for a while and then turned him round. He bent over the kitchen counter and I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. Along with fucking, licking arse is definitely my favourite thing. I love pulling a guys cheeks apart and pushing my tongue right up him, knowing that I'm soon going to be pushing my raw cock up there. David's arse was a little hairy and I enjoyed licking it and judging by the moans he was giving out, he was enjoying it as much as me. I stood up and began to rub my cock against his hole. He pulled back then. "Oh...." he said, "I can't....I...I've got a partner..." His voice tailed off as I pushed the head of my cock against his arse again. "I really want to fuck you," I said and he moaned. I knew he wanted it too but then he said "We have to use a condom." I told him I didn't like condoms and he moaned again. "I....I can't,,,,,not without a condom." I told him that was fine and said I totally respected his decision and said we didn't have to fuck. I've found to this to be a very effective strategy over the years in getting lads to fuck without a condom - especially when they're really horny for it as this guy was - I've found that so many safe only guys will fuck bare rather than miss out on a fuck if they're horny enough and this guy was no exception. He said hesitatingly "Well, maybe just for a little while...."and a few minutes later he was bent over the kitchen table and my bare cock was pushing up his arse. He pushed his arse out further and moaned as I began to fuck him. "Oh fuck!" he moaned, "Fuck me.....fuck me!" I could tell he was really horny and guessed that his boyfriend probably hadn't given him one for a while. He was still moaning as I began to fuck him harder and I guessed that he hadn't expected to end up bent over the kitchen table with his pants down and a bare cock up his arse when he came out to speak to me about parking on the estate. I was enjoying every minute of the fuck, expecting him to ask me to pull out soon but he didn't. I was getting close now and told him so but he didn't react and I kept fucking him. After another ten or twelve thrusts I could feel myself starting to cum and I told him so. "Do it..." he moaned, "Fucking do it!" I hadn't cum for several days and seconds later I was pumping what I knew was a massive load up his arse. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming - I really bred him. When I had pulled out he stood up and mopped his brow with his T shirt. "I really needed that!" he said with a grin. Then he reddened a bit and said he didn't normally cheat on his partner like this. I said we're all human and he grinned again. I don't think it occurred to him that I had just pumped a toxic load up him. I didn't have to visit that particular flat for a while after that but a few months later I was doing the property inspection and I parked on the council estate again. When I returned to my car, a group of four lads in trackie bottoms and T shirts who looked to be in their late teens or early twenties were drinking in an entrance way just beside it. As I approached my car they started shouting at me and calling me a posh cunt and telling me to fuck off out their estate. I'm not easily intimidated so I tried to ignore them and got into my car and started it up. They were making wanking signs now and as I moved off one of them, a dark haired lad in a football top, turned round, dropped his pants and bared his arse at me. I grinned - he had a nice arse - and then just as I had pulled away there was a crash as one of the other lads threw a full can of beer at my car with some force. I was not grinning now and kept driving. I stopped a few miles away to survey the damage - the rear light of the car was smashed and the bodywork dented quite badly. I was really pissed off - I was proud of my car and I had bought it when the business started to make some money - but much as I love cars, I understand they are inanimate objects and can be repaired so I just booked it in to a body repair shop. It wasn't cheap. I didn't park on the council estate again - I guess you could say I had finally learned my lesson - and I found somewhere to park a bit further away on the edge of some woodland. It was about three weeks later that I was walking back to my car when I heard someone calling to me. I turned round and saw it was one of the lads from the council estate - a tall blond lad. I didn't want any trouble so I started walking faster. "Wait," he called and then added "Please." I turned round and he caught up with me. "I'm sorry," he said "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." he said. "It was stupid and I'm really sorry I did it." I realised he was telling me it was him who threw the can at my car. I was really tempted to tell him to fuck off but I could see in his eyes that he genuinely seemed to be troubled about what had happened. He was a bit nervous now "Look," he said, "I don't have any money, but maybe I could buy you a drink or something?" I looked at him and he reddened "Just to say sorry, you know." I relented "How about I buy you one?" I said and a few minutes later we were in a bar on the main road near the estate. I bought him a lager and myself a soft drink (I was driving) and we talked. He told me his name was Robert and he was 20. He was employed part time but didn't earn very much money and he had recently split up with his girlfriend. On the second drink he told me that he had a two year old daughter but his ex girlfriend was being difficult and not allowing him proper access. He told me he was really sorry he had behaved like such a prick and wished he could pay for the damage to my car. I told him not to worry about it - It was repaired and I was not concerned about it. On the third drink he asked about me and did not seem particulary surprised when I told him I was gay. He asked if I had a partner and I told him I didn't. Robert picked up his lager which was half full and downed it in one. He grinned and said he needed to go for a piss. I said I did too and we made our way to the toilet. Soon we were standing at the urinal together and I could see Robert was checking out my cock as he pissed like a racehorse. A short time later we were in a cubicle and Robert was sitting on the toilet and I was standing in front of him. He unzipped my smart work trousers and pulled them down along with my pants and soon he was sucking my cock. He sucked me quite well and I couldn't help wondering just how straight he was. He certainly did not resist when I pulled him up. I wanked him for a while and then motioned to him to turn round. WIthout a word, he turned round, pulled his pants right down and bent over the toilet. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his hole. It wasn't very fresh, but in fairness he probably hadn't been expecting anyone to stick their tongue up it and I didn't really care anyway. I licked his arse for a while and then reached into my pocket for the little pack of lube I always have somewhere about my person. Robert did not resist as I pushed my cock into him - he just gave a little grunt and soon my cock was right up him. I began to fuck him - turned on by the tightness of his arse and the fact that we were fucking in the toilet of a run down straight pub. The toilet was not very clean and it smelled very strongly of piss, but somehow this just turned me on even more and before long I was getting close to cumming. "I'm close," I panted and he asked if I was going to cum in him. "Do you want me to?" I asked and he nodded. I didn't hold back and soon I was pumping a nice big load of cum into his arse. When I had finished cumming, Robert stood up, took hold of his cock and began to wank. I fingered his cummy hole as he wanked and before long he was shooting a big load of cum down the tiled wall of the cubicle. He griined at me. "You've done that before!" I said and he shrugged "Now and then" he said. "Do you like it?" I asked and Robert nodded and grinned at me again. I didn't have cause to visit that area for a while after that and the only other time I visited the council estate was one afternoon when I badly needed to piss. I remembered there a little wooded area behind a brick shed on the estate and I figured that it wouldn't do any harm just to quickly take a piss there on the way past - and to be honest it was either that or wet my pants and I didn't want to do that. A few minutes later I was mid way through a much needed piss behind the shed when I sensed that I was not alone. I turned and found a dark haired young lad of about 18 or 19 watching me. He was dressed in a polo shirt and work trousers and I saw from his badge that his name was Reece and he was part of the council's Estate Services Team. I had seen members of the team on the estate now and then, cleaning and tidying the garden areas. Reece was staring openly at my cock and I pulled back a bit to give him a better view as I finished pissing. It wasn't long before my cock was in his mouth and I was enjoying a really good blow job. This lad may have been young but he certainly knew what he was doing - it was one of the best blow jobs I had had in ages. I let him suck me for a while longer and then pulled him up. He didn't take much persuading to drop his pants for me and soon he was leaning against the brick shed, his work trousers and his white underpants at his knees and my cock up his arse. He told me he wanted it hard and I gave it to him hard, before shooting my toxic load deep into his unprotected young arse. Shortly after this encounter, the landlord put his flat on the market and I had no cause to visit that area again - but I certainly had some horny fun when I was there and, as always, enjoyed every minute of it. I've also quite enjoyed writing this - if you like it, I'll write some more.

There he was. It was actually him. I couldn’t believe it. Twenty years on, and we were at the same event. Maybe at some level it was not surprising given I had heard he had also gone into finance, but our paths had not crossed since we graduated and nor had we contacted each other at all. Furthermore, he looked good. Yes, he had aged a bit, but he was otherwise so much like he had been back then. Fucking handsome, and his body looked muscular and lean under his amazingly well-fitted suit. I wondered what his life had been like since then. Was he married? Was he even straight? It seemed quite likely that he would have followed the same path I had, meeting a woman, marrying, starting a family, and all that. It was almost expected of guys like us, and certainly those going from being top athletes at university on into the macho world of corporate finance. But maybe not? Did I actually want to find out? We were both studs back then. Sounds like I’m gloating, but I knew that I was popular, people thought I was good looking, I worked out so much that I had a rocking body, and I left quite the trail of girlfriends behind me when I went off to uni. He seemed to have trod a similar path, and we were both quite alpha male types (without being misogynist dicks about it) when we met. But our playful jostling for dominance had led to something else, and for most of the three years at uni we were secretly fucking. It was usually a quick affair, sometimes with one of us staying in the other's room and then sneaking out before dawn, and even sometimes a tryst in the woods or the uni gym toilets. However, weekends away together under the concoted story of family visits had happened occasionally, and on the two uninterrupted nights we would get together on those trips, we were more than just guys who fucked. But I knew, as I’m sure he did too, that it wouldn’t go on any longer than graduation. Maybe we weren’t quite expecting the complete and sudden halt that seemed to become our reality, but there we go. Truth be told, during our time together I was mostly the bottom. Sometimes he wanted to be penetrated, but more often than not it was me who ended up gaping and full of cum. There was just something about him that triggered a kind of submissiveness in me, a need to be dominated, but without it being too extreme. We seemed to naturally find this sort of understanding where we were both expressing something within us, but things never got pushed. He didn’t tie me up, order me around or anything like that, it was more that him mounting and sliding inside me seemed to satisfy some need of mine that had been bubbling under. Not necessarily homosexual desire, though I have always known that was there, but rather a need to not be so “alpha” all the time. Having to build up my name and reputation from scratch in the corporate world had maybe done that job for much of the intervening years. The alpha stud rank I had enjoyed throughout school and university meant nothing once I entered the real world, and I had to learn a bit of humility and work bloody hard to get anywhere for the first time in my life. But in my early 40s, with my career where it was, I was The Man again. Perhaps it was therefore no surprise that I was feeling restless and unsatisfied, needing something else than my life was offering. Maybe it was also reaching the beginnings of middle age, and having gone so long without that kind of contact, my suppressed desires for men were starting to become more obvious to me. I had not acted on it, but on business trips I was finding myself watching bi or gay porn in hotel rooms at night, and remembering with a growing hunger what it was like to be taken. But in that ballroom, seeing the only man I had ever actually been with, something stirred within me. Well, to be honest, my hole twitched. But my brain went into overdrive. Memories. Feelings. Desires. Fears. Hopes. Everything. If I had run into him ten years earlier I might have panicked, scared that this secret part of my life and personality was going to be outed, but timing is everything. I wanted him, or indeed any man. Without there being any pushback from my conscience, perhaps influenced by several glasses of expensive champagne, I seemed to decide that my two decades of monogamy was going to end that night. I stealthily watched him for some time while I half engaged in conversations with other people, until the moment I saw him make his excuses and walk away from the group he was with towards one of the doors into the building’s foyer. I let him go, then made my own excuses and followed. As I got into the foyer and looked around, I caught a glimpse of him exiting through the revolving doors at the far end so I hurried after him. Once at the door I could see him standing outside by the pavement with his back to me, so I paused and took a deep breath before heading outside as well. I walked up beside him just as he lit a cigarette. “You look good” he said, without even glancing in my direction. “You too” I replied. “You want one?” he asked, holding the pack of Marlboros in my direction as he turned to face me. “Er, sure” I said, reaching out to take what would be my first cigarette in 15 years. I put it in my mouth, and then leaned in so he could light it for me. I took a deep inhale, and then savoured the rush as it hit me. “You’re married” he said. “Yes” I replied. “You?” “Nearly was” he said. “But saw sense and backed out.” “Oh” I replied. “Not the woman for you?” “Her being a woman was the problem” he said, smirking. “Oh” I said again. “So you’re…” “Yep” he replied. “Oh” I said, for the third time. He grinned at me, before taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. I followed suit while I processed. “Not got a boyfriend, if that’s what you’re wondering” he said. I nodded, exhaling. We then stood in silence for a moment. “So how about we ditch this and go fuck?” he asked, out of the blue. I was just inhaling from the cigarette again, and started coughing in surprise which got a laugh out of him. “Had any action since me?” he asked while I tried to recover. “No” I croaked, “not like that anyway.” “Fair enough” he said. “But from the way you’ve been leering at me for the last hour, I know you want it.” “I, er”… I stammered. He chortled, before taking a final inhale of his cigarette and stubbing it out on the bin next to him. “Come on” he said, “go and have a family emergency or something so we can go back to my hotel for a reunion.” “I’m in a hotel too” I said. “Got meetings tomorrow, and the work Christmas do tomorrow night. If I have a family emergency it’s going to be suspect if I turn up in the office tomorrow.” “Fine” he said. “Then think of something else. But my cock is going up your arse tonight, come what may.” With that, he marched back inside, and I could see through the glass that he had headed for the toilets. I took a last deep inhale from the cigarette, stubbed it out on the bin and then paused for a moment. I racked my brain, and then came up with a yarn about my daughter having had a nightmare and insisting on her daddy reading her a bedtime story over the phone, and then went back inside to make my apologies. I eventually got myself out of there, and once I had collected my bag and coat I headed back out onto the street where Dean was waiting. He smiled at me, but before I could say anything he turned towards the road and waved down a black cab. We piled in, and then sat in silence for the short ride to his hotel. Once there, he marched me up to the enormous suite he was staying in. “Drink?” he asked, opening the minibar. “Whisky” I said, with a little shake in my voice. He grabbed a couple of bottles out of the fridge, emptied them into glasses, and then handed me the one containing whisky. He then turned and headed for some balcony doors, and strode outside onto what was really just a narrow ledge with a railing. I followed him out there, and accepted one of the two cigarettes he had just lit. “Cheers” he said, clinking his glass against mine. “Cheers” I replied, before necking the glass of whisky in one go. “Getting yourself some Dutch Courage” he said, smirking. “I need it” I responded, not actually sure if I was being truthful. Twenty years, and yet I suddenly felt at ease being there with him on that balcony. He necked his own drink, took a deep inhale from his cigarette and then rested it on an ashtray on the floor, before darting back inside the using the phone to order a bottle of champagne on room service. He then emptied another couple of small bottles from the minibar into the glasses and came back outside. “So no man action at all then?” he asked me, after we had clinked glasses again. “None” I said. “Met Sarah on the grad programme at EY, and have been with her ever since.” “Well, congratulations” he said. “But the fact you’re here right now tells me things aren’t perfect.” I paused for a while, taking in the view and gathering my thoughts, before I responded. “I guess we’re happy” I said. “I mean, we have three great kids, a nice house, and lots of friends.” “But?” he asked, after I had paused again. “But, I think maybe I’m just playing a role” I said. “Doing what’s expected of me, I guess.” “Are you gay?” he asked, startling me with the directness of the question. “No, no” I said, before stopping. “But, well, I guess I’m not straight either. And…” I trailed off into silence, but this time he didn’t push and just waited for me to resume talking. “The thing is” I continued, “I’ve never stopped thinking about how it made me feel being with you, and lately it’s been on my mind a lot.” “You mean what it was like to be fucked?” he asked. “Yeah, I guess so” I said. “I think maybe it was better than anything I’ve had with Sarah.” He gave a little chuckle. “I think” he said, “that regardless of which way you swing, the reality is that you’re a bottom. A very repressed bottom, but a bottom nonetheless.” It startled me hearing him be so blunt about it, but I guess I knew it was the truth. I had used my career, my marriage, fatherhood and everything else under the sun to try to quell that need, but it was there all along. I was a bottom. I am a bottom. I want to be fucked. We stood in silence as we smoked the last of our cigarettes, and just after stubbing them out a knock at the room door indicated the next round of drinks had arrived. We went back inside, me instinctively stepping out of sight of the door as Dean went to open it. He appeared again a moment later with two glasses and the bucket of champagne, which he plonked down on the room’s small table. However, he didn’t open it, and instead turned and walked over to me. I immediately began to quiver as he stood in front of me, reached up with his hand to cup my cheek, and then leaned in and planted his lips on mine. After briefly freezing, I allowed myself to melt into the kiss as our tongues intertwined, his stubble against my face being both an odd sensation but strangely, gloriously familiar. We kissed for a while, before he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to pop open that champagne, and then it’s time to pop you open again after far too long” he said, smiling warmly at me in a way that made me melt even more. “OK” I whispered. “You know” he said, as he walked back to the table and started stripping the foil off the top of the bottle, “it was touch and go with me even being at this thing tonight. Only just got over the worst flu of my life.” With that, he popped the cork off the bottle, poured out two glasses, then walked back over to me and handed me one. “To rekindled friendship and bottoming for England” he said, smiling as he clinked my glass with this. “To that” I said, smiling back at him. We each took a couple of sips, and then he took my glass back off me and placed both of them on the bedside table I was standing beside. “Now” he said, “let’s change your life.” If only I had known just how deeply that change would go…

1994 It's pretty unfair that when you're young and the most horny you'll ever be in your life, your judgement is so poor. That was me at 23. I'd always made good grades and had a reputation for being practical and responsible, but I wasn't exactly wise...especially when it came to sex. I knew I was gay and I knew about AIDS (or thought I did) and I knew I had a boner all the time. I had read enough and seen enough to know that most HIV+ guys were really skinny. I just assumed that all the really thin guys I saw were infected and all the hefty men were healthy. So I was only attracted to the huskier guys I saw. I forgot about the fact that I was super slim and looked like a beanpole. I liked to see some fat on a man. Now I'm not saying I liked the obesity or anyone so fat they need help standing up from a chair unassisted. I had a specific type. I liked big men with beer guts. I especially liked if they didn't try to disguise their stomachs with over-sized shirts or sweaters. My ideal was a broad man who didn't care that he had love handles or a big ass. Back then, all the males my age were gym-obsessed and vain. They watched their diets and flexed and dressed in clothes that enhanced their 'perfect' physiques. No thanks. I wanted a real man who was just himself and not wondering what everybody thought of his body. I made eye contact with a lot of fat men at the grocery store and at work. I tried to send a mental signal that I wanted them, but they probably couldn't read it. By shear luck, I found a bar nearby that seemed to cater to 'real' men. It was a tiny little gay tavern that only played country music. I hated the tunes but loved the patrons. These were what you'd call "good old boys". I tried to fit in as best I could. I made friends with the female bartender. At least I assumed she was female. I'd learned that some drag queens were so good at their craft, that you couldn't believe they were men. Anyway -- Ellie and I chatted all the time as I sat there alone at the bar. I once asked her if she liked her job and if the music didn't get on her nerves at times. "I get pretty good tips and the music doesn't bother me so much anymore. Some of it is actually pretty good. As it gets later, Ken sometimes plays some old rock 'n roll." "Ken?" "He's the DJ. Go request something if you want. Ooh -- request some Tanya Tucker. That girl is my soul sister, I swear." I slid off the bar stool and carried my beer over to the tiny DJ booth. Ken was a short, fat guy with his shirt unbuttoned to the navel. I'm sure he did that because he had an impressive amount of chest and belly fur. "Ellie wanted me to ask you to play some Tanya Tucker." He didn't hear me. I guess his hearing was shot. He wasn't that old, but lots of guys in his profession had some form of nerve deafness. He looked at me and gave a winning smile. "Hi. I'm Ken. You new here?" I said (louder this time) "Hi. I'm Eddie. Can you play some non-country?" "What? Like Beastie Boys? No, sorry. The crowd comes for this stuff." Ken and I talked a lot. I thought he was too busy for a chat because he kept switching records and fiddling with turntables, but he beckoned me back every time I walked away. He was a talker. He also had a longtime lover. Oh well. We chatted a bit longer and then he played a song called "Behind Closed Doors" by some guy I'd never heard of. It was a sexy song and I liked it a lot. It fit my mood so well. Some of the regulars came over to request stuff and talk to him so I went back to the bar. Ellie was busy too. I was on my own. I stood around and watched the pool game which seemed to a big thing here. The guys playing were really good and really into it. One of them was so eager to make a shot that he backed all the way up and I had to move. I shuffled away and bumped into somebody. "Shit. Sorry." "No problem, little man. These guys are fierce competitors." I looked him up and down. He was perfect. A 6'2" bear, wearing a flannel shirt tucked into his faded jeans and giant cowboy boots. He had a big gut, but it was solid. I'd felt it when I backed into him. "Hey. I'm sorry again. Let me go get you a beer." "S'okay, dude. Let me finish this one first and then we'll go have a real drink. Besides, Don't you wanna see who wins this?" I made wish after wish that somebody would win soon. And then the game was over I guess. I don't know anything about pool -- although the sound of the balls clacking was interesting. "Let's head up to the bar and let Ellie serve us a couple of boilermakers. Sound good?" I had no idea what a boiler maker was, but I wanted to be with this man. We sat and he almost wordlessly asked Ellie for the "real" drinks. "I never seen you here before. What's your name?" "I'm Eddie. I come here pretty often, but really can't take the music for very long." "My name's Eddie too. Well...'Ed'. You seriously don't like any of the music?" "No. I just like the vibe here. But there was one song I liked...some song about being inside closed doors." "Charlie Rich. My man. Go buy the CD tomorrow. You won't be sorry." "What do you do, Ed?" "This and that. I mostly do construction or landscaping. I've been poor and hired out for a long time. Can I ask how old you are?" "22. I'll be 23 next month." ""Hell! I've got underwear older than you, Eddie!" He laughed. Ever had a boilermaker? They're good. We sat and sipped them and made idle chat for a long time. I was really sick of the music, but liked Ed's company. The bar was emptying out. Ellie was giving me looks and trying to communicate something with her eyes, but I couldn't read it. About that time, DJ Ken started playing some old rock. "I Wanna Hold Your Hand", "Good Vibrations", "Crocodile Rock", etc. Ed could see my face light up. "You like oldies, huh? Well, I'm 45. You ought to like me." "Oh, I liked you already, Ed." Drunk. I was officially drunk. I would have never been so open otherwise. Ken was looking over at us and grinning like a fool. He played even more rock and I was bouncing in my seat a little. "Wanna dance?", he asked casually. "There's no dance floor here." "Let's go in the back and make our own dance floor. Come on." He pointed me to a dark corner and told me to wait while he got us a couple of shots. I stood in the shadows near a dart board while he fetched more alcohol. Nobody else was here except for Ken and Ellie. As Ed walked back, he had few quick words with DJ Ken. The place was silent and very dark. He handed me a glass and told me to drink it fast. I did. "Ready to dance, Little Eddie?" "There's no music.' That's when "Behind Closed Doors" slowly snaked out of the speakers. Perfection. Ed embraced me close. We didn't so much dance as we made out. He kissed me so hard that I was sure is beard and mustache would rip my lips off. His big stomach felt like heaven and my own powerlessness against his weight gave me a huge boner. He had one too. It was thick, man-sized boner that pressed into me through his jeans. "Can I take you to my place, Little Eddie? It's close." "I want that." "I want you!" We left just as Ellie was about to announce 'last call'. Ed of course drove a giant pickup. I almost hoped he would drag me into the back of it and fuck me there. But I climbed up into the front seat and away we sped. He had a major audio system but never got a chance to let me hear it because we were at his little house within minutes. Once inside, he told me to get comfortable as he rapidly took off his boots. "I take my shoes off the second I get home." I looked down at his giant feet. He was wearing white socks that probably needed a washing or two. His big belly was hypnotizing and I couldn't help but stare at it with lust. "Checkin' out my crotch, boy/' "All of you, Ed. You're perfect.' "Perfect, huh? Let's see what you got. Strip." I did. I removed all my clothes and he led me back to his dark bedroom. He instructed me to lie on my stomach....which I did while he took off the rest of his clothes. And then he was on top of my back. He supported himself on his elbows as he kissed my neck. "No. Put your full weight on me." He did. He was probably close to 300 pounds and I was sunk all the way down into the mattress. He wiggled and writhed all over me. I could feel his dick poke me here and there. He rolled me over to face him. "Want to be fucked, Eddie?" "Yes." "Ever been fucked before?" "No." "Well, OK. This will take a little time then. Suck me bit first. He hovered right above me...that beautiful gut brushed against my eyes as he aimed his prick into my mouth. I sucked that organ like my life depended on it. I needed him to feel good. He responded with thrusts that bumped into the back of my throat. My gag reflex was overcome by my ecstasy. "Shiiitttt, Little Man! I don't want to cum now." He stood up, his hard dick bouncing, and fumbled around in a drawer. He stood over me with a condom and tube of KY. He lubed my ass up as well as his sheathed dick. He got back down on top of me and we kissed long and hard. He tried working that meat into my ass, but it just couldn't even make a dent. I reached down and pulled at the rubber. "Leave it be, Eddie.' He eventually got the head in my hole. It hurt like hell, but the feeling of his heavy stomach on mine was so nice. He worked a few more inches in and I had to stop it. "Take off the condom, Ed. It's burning me." "Fuck no. This rubber is for you, boy. Not me. I got dirty seed and I ain't about to give it to you." "PLEASE?" "You serious? You understand what you're asking?" "I'm not an idiot." "Well -- Yes you are, But OK." He slid the greasy condom off and held it front of my face. There was blood on it. He put one big finger into it and poked a gaping hole in the end. It was useless latex now. But he had an evil grin on his face. "Thanks. Let's go." "Damn, Eddie. I thought you were smarter. I should have made you sign something first.", he said as he kept lubing up his naked dick. "It's too late to go back now.' i heard his voice. He was as excited as I was. And then he plunged back in, splitting my torso in half. I couldn't scream because one of his big paws was over my mouth. '"Too late. Too late. No crying now. Get ready." He arched up and pushed harder. I wanted to reach around and grab his huge ass, but was unable. He was taking away all my strength. "You're getting it now, stupid boy. I'm giving you the worst souvenir ever. AHHHH!" And then it was over. I couldn't get sick from this? He was heavy and healthy. I got sick alright. Ed came to my apartment and nursed me through a very bad flu. c

[think before following links] https://lthrbtmboi.gay/rekt/ Its springtime rut season, who's sniffing around!

Sometimes it just has to be done.

I have cock on the brain, I just want them in my mouth, anyone else?

I’ve since been to some of the once a month piss parties at the Park Slope Brooklyn location. I’ve found the crowd to be generally friendly and the experience good. And yes it is 5th Avenue and Union Street. I believe the other parties I asked about and saw on Twitter have evolved into BNWO events, but I’ve never been able to get far enough to learn where they are or when. If anyone has experienced them, please share. Telegram is used to provide info, there are a lot of rules and attitudes and then you hit a wall of demanding patronage—Money. I think the idea of white bottoms submitting to sex with a lot of black men should be enjoyable for everyone but I’m never sure how seriously the BNWO group takes its dominance. Their secrecy has shut me out of having anything more to relate.

As a bottom being fucked by a top with a PA is a whole different experience

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.”

That's why I feel sorry forr the younger guys. They will never ever know the joys we had back in the day. All the apps in the world will never measure up to the cruising we got to experience. I feel all that is left are our memories.

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

Absolute bottoms who have no limits. The minute I read "few limits" I'm gone. Men who have been in prison and know their place go to the front of the line. When I hear "stop" or "take a break" when I'm enjoying myself I'm out the door. It's not a scene for me. It's life.

When I was younger I had a buddy who whored me out to his friends as a cum dump. Consistent feedback my buddy received was that I would ask the guys to "go easier" or " can we take a quick break?" The guys were frustrated and even had blue balls because even though they creamed up my cunt, it was not always a full-blown cum. And if it was a full-blown cum, it was not done in a way that maximized the guy's pleasure. My buddy told those guys to fuck me like they wanna fuck me and fuck any conditions. He told them fuck me any way they wanted and not stop until they were completely emptied, satisfied, and done. The next cycle of fucks by these guys were totally different. They seemed much more animalistic in their attitudes and I was their unconditional cum dump; a possession for them to use anyway THEY wanted. From that point forward, they fucked me their way. If it got painful and I asked them to stop or go easy, they would just keep on going like I never spoke. They each had their own fuck rhythm and I was expect to accept that, no questions asked. Some times they would acknowledge I asked them to stop...They would say "you want me to stop?" and I would say 'yes" and they would just keep on going or provide some sarcastic response like "Hell No" or "Fuck that!' When I asked one guy to stop, he grabbed his cell phone and made a call, barely adjusting his rhythm. Once the guy on the other end of the phone answered, the guy fucking me handed me the phone and said "it's for you." I said "hello" and it was my buddy. The guy fucking me picked up the pace and said "tell him what you asked me to do," which I did. The guy kept fucking me like crazy and my buddy stayed on the phone ridiculing me until he heard they guy roar that he was cumming. As they guy started to enjoy his post-nut clarity, my buddy called me a "fucktard" and hung up. During my reconditioning period there were lots of tears and grinning and bearing it. There were also times when I had to scream to let it out because there was no alternate relief in the moment. I learned my lesson and now I never tell anyone how to fuck me...because it is their decision to make.

You should put me.

I’ve read a few articles suggesting that some hiv medication can cause erectile dysfunction. Anyone experienced this?

Never pull out to shoot.

My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder. He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it. "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked. "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it." "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested. "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up." "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole. Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me. "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick." He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged. "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me. I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself. "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded. "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you." I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz." "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts. I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole. "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him. "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

Thank you. I make a concerted effort in this forum to keep topics "on point" - it's a health discussion, not a "see how slutty (and UNhealthy) I can be" discussion. There are plenty of topics and sections of this site where people can wax poetic about their sluttiness, and while I roll my eyes at a substantial portion of the people who claim feats of depravity on a regular basis, if that's what they enjoy writing about (fiction or not), more power to them. But people come to this section to get accurate health-specific information. I want, as much as possible, to help them find that info.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

8 The morning afther Brad had fallen asleep deeply he was dreaming, in his dream he was a spectator and watching what was happening. He saw himself lying on a bed and there were 5 men busy with him. The firmest of the gang was fucking him there was one who was sucking him, he was jerking one there was cock in his mouth and the last one was playing with his nipples. It wound Brad up enormously, he was moaning and squirming on his bed in his sleep. His pole was stiff and precum came out of his sluts dick. Brad woke up and he felt his belly was wet, it was wet from all the precum from his dream. For the first time in a long time he was sober, he could think clearly and began to realize what had happened . He got up and walked to the mirror and looked at himself. What he saw was a pale shaved full-squirreled man standing, he knew it was him standing there but he did not recognize himself . Tears came to his eyes. What had happened to him, how could it have come to this. How could it be that he just dreamed about men having sex with him and that he was injured. He moved his hand to his ass and felt his sphincter. It was raw and swollen and hurt. He looked at his hand and saw that there was blood on it. He sat back on the bed and then he realized that in the previous session he himself had emptied the syringe that he had made a promise and that he had infected himself with AIDS. The ground sank beneath his feet. AIDS he had infected himself and no one had forced him to do so. Why had he done that, and now he couldn't undo it. He had changed forever and he wondered what would happen to him. What would his parents say about this, would they ever want to see him again. Would he ever dare to face them again? He was angry with himself at his situation and at everyone who had done this to him. Despite being angry and sad, the thought of being infected and knowing that he had made a promise felt like liberation deep down. Liberated because he should never again be afraid to walk on something because he already had it, and liberated because he was promised that he would be taken care of. His master had promised him. In his slack pole came back to life and began to swell slightly. His mind tried to fight it and lie to himself that he didn't want this anymore but his body said something else. His body longed to be touched, tormented, used and sedated with Tina. He tried to think of all the women he had ever but his half stiff pole went limp again at those thoughts. He looked at his flaccid pole and recalled horny thoughts from before when he was still fucking women and started pulling on his flaccid pole in the hope that he would stiffen again. But that didn't help. The TV jumped on and images came back on the screen of young guys being by potty men with big fat dicks. He tried not to look but he couldn't resist and looked anyway and in no time his pole was hard and straight. Despite the fact that his mind did not want to, he became very excited and hishands went over his body and he started stroking himself. One day Jack came on screen and joined the other men who were working in the film. Upon seeing Jack, Brad's heart started beating faster he got hot and he started pulling on his pole. He moaned because he had become very and he hadn't sprayed for days his balls even hurt. He had to spray. The images changed back to images from the night before. He saw himself sitting with the syringe in his hand and Jack whispering in his ears. He knew what he was seeing and he still felt a slight anger but he was too and too far in his transformation to fight it and had resigned himself to it. His mind had accepted that he was no longer a pussy fucker but a slut, a slut who needed to be fucked. He saw himself pushing the syringe, coughing and begginghis master to fuck him. At the sight of the rush of the tina , his body longed for a new dose. He saw that Jack turned him around and started fucking him hard and he couldn't hold back anymore his mouth fell open, moaned loudly and squirted his first load of seed in days. He squirted all over his body and a single drop disappeared into his mouth and landed on his tongue. The ebbed away and caught her breath. The thoughts came back and back that he didn't want this anymore , but in his mouth was still the taste of his own seed. Thetaste was heavenly s and he wanted more, his mind still wanted to fight butit didn't take long before he took the seed that was on his body with his fingers and put it in his mouth and licked his fingers clean. Mmm delicious he thought to himself, that I have had to miss this all these years. When he had worked all the seed in his mouth it had become clear to him, he wanted nothing more than to be able to drink this blissful nectar every day. Brad got hungry and thirsty and took the food that was on the bed and ate it. He didn't see water anywhere or he had to drink from the toilet. For a moment he toyed with the thought of doing this but then he saw the snake to rinse his cunt, unfortunately no water came out of the tap when he turned it open. Then he saw the jug that master had prepared for him. He took the empty jug and put his flaccid dick in it and started pissing. His piss was dark yellow and smelled huge. The only drink he had received in the last few days was piss and the next thing he could drink was his own piss. He knew he had already been drinking piss but then he was heavily intoxicated. Now he was sober and the smell that met him was not really appetizing. But because he was so thirsty , he put the jug against his lips and carefully poured his piss into his mouth. He first had to be disgusted by the taste and some piss ran down his mouth over his body. After the first gentle sip, he began to get used to the taste and drank more greedily of his own smelly piss. The piss that had run down his body he smeared with his hand open on his chest, a little of his own stench can not hurt he thought to himself. After emptying the jug and spreading piss that had run over him, he felt that his role as a real slut was starting to suit him more and more. Which stoere hetero would drink his own piss, only a slut drinks with taste his own piss. He even got a sense of pride over him. Suddenly water came out of the hose and wets the floor. As fast as he could, he went to the crane and turned it off. He looked at the snake and he realized that he still had to clean his cunt. Now that water is coming out of the hose, I better do it first before the master comes in and I am punished again. He placed the hose against his sphincter and opened the tap. The water squirted into his ass. Because his sphincter was raw from the machine yesterday, it gave him some serious pain shoots. He digested the pain until the water coming out of his cunt was clean and clear. Brad went back to the bed and hoped the master would come soon. His piss that he had just drunk was a very concentrated dose of chem because of the chems he had taken the days before and in no time he started to float back. The master did not come, 1 h became 2 h, 2 hours became 5 h. The chems made Brad squirm back on the bed and made him play with his own cunt. Because he was sedated again, playing with his hole did not hurt but was a satisfaction of his new needs, the need to be filled. He tried to get as many fingers in it as he could but still he didn't feel satisfied. He had a whole room full of toys at his disposal and even though he could barely stand on his feet, he still touched the wall where the dildos were. He took 2 medium specimenand eand thicker and 1 which he thought was extremely thick. The extreme specimen was 3.5 inches thick, what he didn't know was the night before an even thicker one had pulled open his cunt. He put himself back on the bed and took one of the dildos and placed it against the wall with the suction cup, he put himself in front of the dildo with his pussy and gently pushed it inside. The medium copy had become far too small for our new slut, in one movement and without him really feeling anything of it, it slipped in. He wanted to moan with pleasure but this dildo would no longer be able to bring him pleasure. He took a thicker dildo and tried again. Again the dildo slid in smoothly but this time he felt something of it. This is good foreplay he thought when he looked at what he thought was an extremely thick dildo. His cunt craved more and thicker. He took the extremely thick dildo, it didn't have a suction cup and he laid down on his back trying to put his legs in his neck and took the dildo and tried to push it in. Only now did he feel anything. His cunt was working against it because it had not yet fully recovered from the night before. Despite being heavily under the influence of the chems, he realized that if he worked it inwards, his cunt would be damaged even longer. He put that dildo aside but his cunt begged for more. Without realizing it himself he had the 2 medium dildos in each of his hands and he pushed the first one in and put the other one in smoothly. His cunt was filled and it felt heavenly, with both hands he started fucking each of the dildos his cunt and he moaned with pleasure and out of his pole a second load of precum began to run. What Brad still didn't know was that Jack was just sitting in the other room watching what his slut was up to. What he saw pleased him. He saw that Brad was not in sackcloth and ashes now that he was sober and realizedthe choices he had made and that he would eventually accept his new status without thinking about it. Jack was also very happy to see Brad playing with himself, which meant he couldn't live without it anymore and that filling his cunt was now central to his mind. From now on itwon't be difficult to get him to do something. Jack would not visit Brad today he gave him some rest because his real training had yet to start. He had only just stripped Brad of his straight side and he didn't want his new acquisition to go under due to prolonged use. Building up quietly is now the message that he remains hungry and wants and can handle more and more and more until he is ready for the big day, the day he asks to widen his balls and become a real utensil. Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day we start his training. Angel came into Jack's room to hear how Brad's transformation was going. Jack said he was done with the first phase and that they now had to decide what kind of slut they would make of him. Angel said she could use someone in any group of slaves. They can give him hormones so that he would start having breasts and go through life as a shemale, they could make him a dog, a pain slut was also an option, an ordinary whore or something else. Angel would present his picture to the customers and ask whatthey thought of it. What do you think, what path should Brad go in.

Still blocked by the administrators. But below you will find the third part of Brad's transformation. I have not been idle and have completed part 5 here. Tomorrow I will post part 4 and I hope by Saturday I will have proofread part to post it then. In writing parts 4 and 5, I had to stop at times to jerk off myself. I hope you feel the same way when reading the story. Enjoy. Part 3 Slut training lesson one Well slut, what do you say to this said Jack. Will you work for your pleasure. Brad looked at Jack doubtfully, what should he say to this. His pussy was screaming for him to join in, his body was craving attention but his mind didn't want to go along with it yet. Jack saw that Brad was stuck with his thoughts and fingered the hole of his new slut. Brad began to ride Jack's finger. I want to hear slut, will you work for this pleasure and stopped Brad from fingering. Don't stop said Brad softly don't stop. You know what I want to hear Jack said. I .... I ..... yes what you said Jack. With hesitation there came out anyway I will work for it sir from Brad. It wasn't that hard slut. I knew you would work for it. You want your pussy filled and when I am done with you you will scream you want to be filled, you will say it without hesitation. Brad was embarrassed by what he had just said. This was not him, he was not gay. But still he could not resist the cry of his pussy to be filled. Well then said Jack then we will put you to work. He took a leg spreader from the wall and untied one of Brad's legs and in the meantime attached the spreader between his two legs. Brad who felt his legs were free was too late to react. The chems that were still coursing through his body had dazed him. His arms were untied from the bed and Brad thought for a moment of wanting to escape but he was pressed hard against the bed by Jack. What were you thinking slut, I'm loose I'm quickly trying to escape. Brad had no strength to resist and Jack placed his large and firm hand around Brad's neck and squeezed it so he couldn't breathe. I'll tell you 1 time kindly after that you won't get off cheap. You are my property from now on and you go and stand where I say understood. Brad couldn't answer and felt himself getting lightheaded and nodded. Jack loosened his grip and Brad got back into oxygen. Understood slut. Brad who was afraid to be grabbed again and said immediately and without hesitation yes sir I understand. Brad had to sit down on the bed and Jack took the harness he had laid ready. Put it on Jack said, Brad took the harness and put it on and Jack closed the straps. Brad had to put his arms on his back and Jack clicked them to the ring attached to the back. He was helped off the bed and had to stand up. The cane between his legs didn't make that easy and the chems made him stand and twist on his legs. Jack took some chains from the wall and while he was fastening them, Brad was thinking about whether he could escape or not. He looked at his options but he couldn't think clearly enough yet and his legs were weak and with that stick between his legs it wouldn't work. He had no choice but to stand because if he tried anything Jack would intervene immediately and who knows what he would do. Jack had attached the chains to the ceiling and loosened one arm from Brad's back and clipped it to the chain. He did the same with the other arm and Brad was now standing upright with his arms spread across the room. Time for some training said Jack You've had enough to enjoy he said and he stepped over to the wall and took some props. He placed a nipple clamp on each nipple and Brad squealed out. Don't cry slut this is just the beginning. He tied off the balls with a piece of string and hung a weight on them. Brad curled his toes and tried to swallow the pain. Jack came up behind Brad and took a whip in his hand and lightly struck Brad's ass. Brad shocked from the blow and the shock caused the weight to swing back and forth pulling on his balls. With the swinging of the weight it pulled more and more on his balls causing his scrotum to be pulled out. Brad had conflicting feelings running through his body. He experienced both pain and pleasure. Jack gave another stroke this one was already a little harder and again he gave a cry. With the next stroke I don't want to hear another scream slut. Do you understand? Because if you give any more cries I will hit harder and harder. Brad didn't want him to hit harder and on the next stroke he tried to hold back and only let out a light murmur. You learn fast Jack said, that's the way I like it. The next stroke he gave was against Brad's cock and this time he couldn't hold back and let out another moan. You know what this means slut and Jack gave another stroke but this time it was harder. The weight on his balls swung back and forth violently pulling firmly on his balls but Brad forgave the pain and did not let out a cry. Good girl. Brad received a few more strokes of the whip and couldn't hold on any longer he wanted it to stop. Please stop this I can't take any more. Jack came to stand in front of Brad and pulled on the nipple clamps. I decide when we stop. Brad squealed out and curled his toes. Stop screaming Jack called out and pulled even harder on the nipples. Brad once again forfeited the pain he began to sob and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack took the whip back in his hand and was now striking the nipples. Brad had no strength left and little by little he was sinking through his legs more. Jack grinned, we will have to train you slut you need to get stronger because with such a weak slut we are nothing. Jack put the whip away and went to the table with the bottles and took the pipe and some crystals. We will give you back some strength he said. Brad was near the end of his strength and wanted it to stop. You may blow some clouds. You can choose he said either you do it yourself or I put the mask on it is up to you. Brad didn't know what to say. He didn't want any chems, in fact he would have preferred to leave but he also knew he had no choice. Maybe if I do it myself I can make sure I fake it. I'll do it without the mask sir see Brad. Good choice, Jack said. He took the pipe and showed Brad how it worked. When I say inhale you do so until I say stop. You can't breathe out until I say so, you understand slut. If you don't do this then you will get from the whip. Jack had the whip in his hand. Brad knew he wouldn't be able to fake it because he didn't want to get hit again. Then rather walk around high anything is better than that pain. Jack took the pipe and lit it the crystals began to melt and the smoke formed. He placed the pipe against Brad's mouth and said inhale slut and hold it. Brad did his best because he didn't want to get another hit from the stick. He held in the smoke and as soon as he could he blew out a big white cloud. He felt a warm feeling come over him and Jack said breathe in again and he did what was asked of him. The more he breathed in the white smoke the warmer he got and the hornier he got back and he felt the energy coming back. Jack repeated it a few more times and as soon as he saw Brad's eyes begin to spin around in his head and his pupils were in his head like flying saucers he stopped. Brad was completely gone. The other chems hadn't fully worn off yet and if anything he was getting a new batch in. Yesterday he had never taken drugs and for the last few hours he had not been sober. Before he would realize it himself, he would be addicted and couldn't live without it. Brad had fallen into a trance. He heard the moans from on the flat screen and he felt Jack's firm hands caressing his body. Brad groaned and Jack stopped stroking. He unloaded the weight on Brad's balls and also removed the nipple clamps. Releasing the weight was a relief for Brad but releasing the clamps made him moan in pain. His arms were also loosened and secured back on his back. The cane was taken from between his legs and finally Brad could reposition his legs the way he wanted. On your knees said Jack. Brad got down on his knees without a problem and thought he could rest for a while. His head was spinning, his pussy was itching and he was as horny as could be. He looked at the screen and saw a boy who was also on his knees and he was sucking the cocks that were offered to him. Brad liked what he saw and opened his mouth and his tongue came out and moaned lightly. He couldn't think straight anymore because if he could think straight it wouldn't have found this horny. Do you like what you see slut. Do you want to suck a pole too. Do you want to indulge your master and embrace your real slut side. Brad couldn't make any sense out of it and he wanted to say no but Jack couldn't hear that it was more of a moan and mumble than a no. Ok then said Jack and he stepped to the wall and took a mouth spreader, he placed it in Brad's mouth and attached it to his head. Brad's mouth was completely spread open and drool started pouring out of his mouth. Brad didn't really realize what was happening because his head was spinning. Before we go any further you need to drink some more slut said Jack and he took the rest of the Getorade pulled on Brad's hair pulling his head back and telling him to drink it all without spilling a drop. Jack poured the Getorade laced with G into Brad's mouth and he obediently swallowed it all. Brad had to stand back up and sit in the shower. I have to piss first said Jack. Jack took his pole in his hand and started pissing all over Brad's face. Brad felt humiliated and didn't want this and tried to stand up. But with the piss falling past him onto the floor of the shower he slipped and fell headfirst into the wall. You shouldn't try to avoid this slut. From now on, you're a pisser and soon your mouth will be a mouth to piss in. You'll like it and you'll learn to swallow it all neatly. Brad shook his head and tears began to form. Brad who was wet with piss had to crawl out of the shower on all fours until it was in front of the bed. Jack set himself on the bed and took hold of Brad's head. His mouth was still spread wide open and drool was running from his mouth. Jack spat into Brad's mouth and he looked at his eyes which were now spinning around even more in his head. The G is starting to work again he thought. Time to teach him to suck. He took hold of his limp pole and placed his thick fat glans on Brad's tongue. It's time slut, it's time you thanked your master for all the pleasure he has already given you. Brad could do nothing and tears were running down his cheeks. This was the moment he would have to suck and cock for the first time. He did not want this, but he knew he would have no choice he could not possibly close his mouth and could not leave . The last drops of piss dripped onto his tongue and this was how he tasted piss for the first time. It made him gag. Are you going to gag already said Jack and my pole is not even in your mouth yet. Jack pushed his already half hard cock into Brad's open mouth. Even before Jack could say now you can gag, Brad got a disgust reflex because Jack's penis was way too big for Brad's mouth who had no experience with sucking. Don't you dare throw up slut, you could lick it all up. Instead of being disgusted you should lick my pole clean with your tongue, later you can learn to suck, first you should learn to use your tongue. Even though was he horny from the G and the Tina yet Brad began to weep and tears ran down his cheeks. Jack had had enough and pulled his hair and told him to lick and Brad couldn't help but lick Jack's pole with his tongue. Carefully he began to lick. But Jack was not content with this and took hold of Brad's head and pushed his pole completely inside, Jack's cock was completely up to Brad's throat and again he started gagging. Jack slapped the head and told him to stop gagging, he needed to indulge his master's pole. Brad got a new surge of horniness over him the G gave off a new load of horniness and his pussy began to call back to be filled. Tears welled up in his eyes, wet with piss, drool running from his mouth and a thick pole in his mouth. How could anyone possibly enjoy this he thought but still he was horny and wanted his ass filled he couldn't stop the feeling , no matter how much he wanted to. Jack withdrew his almost hard pole and Brad gasped and began to babble something unintelligible. The G and Tina were firmly working making him tell his thoughts. But because of the mouth spreader, Jack didn't immediately understand what he was saying. What he understood from it was pussy and stuffed. Jack was able to make ends meet and took hold of Brad's neck and looked deep into his flying saucers. Do you want your pussy filled slut, do you want to enjoy. Brad who no longer had control over what he said or did nodded. A smile appeared on Jack's mouth. Good, you'll have to earn it then. Jack stood up and picked up a medium plug and smeared it with Tina lube and with the suction cup he placed it against the wall. Brad had to stand up and walk over to the wall. He saw the plug hanging on the wall and he got a fright. Jack looked at Brad and said this is what you wanted right? You asked for it. Brad who was so high and had no idea what he was doing or saying just nodded. You can spoil your own ass later. You can show me how much you want that plug in your pussy. But first I will take off your mouthpiece. Jack took the spreader out of Brad's mouth also loosened his arms and placed him in front of the wall and made him bend over and lower himself until the top of the plug pressed against his pussy. Brad felt the tip pushing at his pussy and a warm feeling came over him. His mind told him to insert that plug fully that way he would be complete. He tried to sit on the plug to get it into his pussy that way but Jack stopped him. So hasty, do you have such a need for your pussy to be filled slut. Don't forget anything first. You should be grateful to your master for giving you this. How will you thank me for this. Brad couldn't say anything at this point would prefer to push that plug in so his pussy would be filled and he would have a perfect feeling. You can give me a blowjob first and if I like it you can sit down and give yourself some pleasure. Brad who couldn't think anymore was in doubt anyway. He wanted that plug in his pussy but he didn't want to suck that fat cock. The call of his cunt won over his doubt and he opened his mouth. Good for you said Jack and now take that fat pole in that slutty mouth of yours. Jack stood with his fat black cock right in front of Brad's open mouth and Jack said start licking it with your tongue and work it right in, slut. Brad stuck his tongue out and carefully licked at the thick head of Jack's cock and took the tip into his mouth. The realization that he had a cock in his mouth voluntarily brought tears to his eyes again. But still he continued he needed a filled pussy. His mouth slid further over Jack's firm pole and he pushed back as Brad slid the butt plug deeper into his hole. Feeling his pussy filled and pulled open made him hornier and he took Jack's pole even more into his mouth as deep as he could. After he had Jack's cock almost completely in his mouth he began to suck on it lightly. Jack pushed Brad further back and the plug was at its thickest point and slid all the way into Brad's pussy. Now he felt complete and the idea of having a cock in his mouth no longer bothered him. He began to suck and lick as best he could. Because he was going at it so violently, the suction cup detached from the plug. Jack was satisfied and groaning slightly sat down on the chair he had prepared. Brad sucked like a man possessed. Yes sletje suck but good on. Soon I will reward you with your first nice load of seed. Brad didn't hear this he was now in a complete trance he felt the plug pushing against his prostate and the pre-cum was running from his limp Tina cock. With his one hand Jack took hold of Brad's head and began to set the rhythm Brad followed Jack's rhythm along and with his other hand he pushed and pulled lightly on the end of the plug giving Brad an extra boost of horniness. He stopped sucking for a moment and sang out a loud moan. Yes, one more please. Brad was shocked by what he said to himself but by the blissful feeling of the plug in his ass he didn't care about the rest and sucked firmly on Jack's cock. Jack let him suck firmly further and regularly pulled the plug until the moment he was about to squirt. Then he took a firm hold of Brad's head and with a few violent thrusts he came to his climax and squirted solid gobs of seed into Brad's mouth. Brad felt the cock of pulsate and a stream of salty sweet seed come into his mouth, by what happened he got a surge of clarity. He didn't know what to do there had just been a man cumming in his mouth. He couldn't do anything because Jack had his head so tight and and cock filled his mouth so nothing could get out of his mouth. Jack, who was still enjoying the aftershocks, said to Brad, we will still be able to make something of you. Your sucking technique needs some work but for a first time this was not bad. I will now take my pole out of sluts mouth but do not dare to spit out my seed. This is my gift to you and you must keep it in you. You will have to swallow everything neatly. Brad knew that if he didn't do this he would get knocked or spanked and as soon as Jack pulled back his limp cock he tried to swallow the seed but it didn't go right away. His stomach turned and he wanted to spit it out. Jack pressed his hand to Brad's mouth and said swallow slut. You can do it and on the second try Brad swallowed the seed. Well that wasn't bad for the first day said Jack. Now you can regain strength he said. Lay down on the bed. The plug was removed from his cunt and Brad's arms were fastened again. Brad let everything happen. He was still high and overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack took a sleeping pill from the drawer of the closet and stuck it in Brad's mouth. Brad swallowed it with some water he got. Sleep now but tomorrow we will continue working on your slut training. Brad got sleepy, his eyes fell closed and his mind where at full speed processing what had just happened. Before he fell asleep he realized that he was not going to get out of here and that this was just the beginning. What would he have to go through next.

I was very close to cumming. I was being fucked by a really hot guy - who happened to be a doctor. He was fucking me in an exam room, and I was quite aware the doctor's assistant could hear the doc's thighs slapping against my butt. Add to that, I had agreed to take his viral poz load. Fuck this was hot! To his credit, Dr. Woods threw a really hot fuck. His ample cock probed my hole in every direction possible as he long-dicked me, making sure I felt every inch of his cock as he withdrew it from my hole ... and likewise felt every inch again when he slammed it back in. "You doing OK?" he asked mid-stroke. Nodding, I replied "Yeah, this is hot as fuck." Dr. Woods smiled saying "I'm painting your guts with my toxic precum. You're going to love being poz." "I know." "You gonna share your gift once you convert?" "Yeah, I'm sure I will." "Good ... you'll be a great breeder ... this is a special strain I'm giving you ... you ready for my poz load?" "Yeah, give it to me stud!" Dr. Woods didn't really need to tell me he was getting ready to blow his charged load inside my hole. Like a lot of guys with whom I've played, his chest hairy chest started getting flushed, and his abs and pecs were visually tightening, almost as if all the muscles in his body were tensing up to shoot his cum even harder inside me. His breathing became erratic as he started gasping for breath. We were in a marathon and he is getting close to the finish line. "I'm coming now!" "Yeah, give it to me!" "Fuck!" "Breed me!" "Take my poz load!" "Fucking infect me!" He kept churning his huge load inside me, pushing his demon seed further into my body. After a while his strokes stopped, and, his cock lodged in my hole for a minute or so, he struggled to catch his breath as he commented "I want to let my disease to soak into you for a couple minutes. Just remain still for a minute." With that Dr. Woods withdrew his cock from my hole and pulled his pants up while I marinated in his juices. He reached out and spreading my legs apart, he rubbed his fingers over my abused hole. After feeling the heat of my hole, he stuck two fingers inside me and moved them around. He pulled them out and saw there was mucus, his infected semen and a little bit of blood. Leaving his shirt off, and said, "I'll be right back." Laying naked on the table, his charged load full inside my hole, I was startled when Dr. Woods walked back into the room, accompanied by a very tall man, perhaps as tall as 6'6". "I hope you don't mind," Dr. Woods explained, "but I have someone you need to meet. This is Kevin." Kevin was clearly poz, and clearly really hot looking, with some evidence of facial wasting and extraordinarily prominent veins. Really quite sexy in a twisted way. Dr. Woods continued, "I figured since you were going to take my poz load, it wouldn't hurt to add one more load while we're here. I think you'll enjoy Kevin." Without saying anything, Kevin reached to me and felt my cock and balls, and then to my battered hole. He stuck a finger inside me, worked it around a little bit and then pulled it out ... and then licked the blood, mucus and toxic cum off. Just before he stepped out the door Dr. Woods remarked "I'll let you guys get to know each other, but I'll be back." With that, Kevin took off his shirt, showing a (sexy) veiny wasted body complete with KS lesions on his chest, arms and legs. Once he was totally undressed, his big cock started to get totally erect. Right above his cock was a big biohazard tattoo, almost a sign warning anyone who might consider his fuck. I had never seen KS lesions before in person, so I reached over to get a feel of one of them, saying, "Hi, Kevin, hope it's okay to touch you. These lesions are kinda sexy." Smiling, Kevin took my hand in his, guided my fingers in exploring his lesions while his other hand played with his cock. Kevin said, "Yeah, fucking AIDS so toxic it shows on my skin. You'd look amazing with some KS spots." He was a totally twisted fuck, and knew how to get me totally boned. Without realizing it, I instinctively spread my legs to expose my hole. I needed to get his diseased load inside me. Stepping between my legs, Kevin positioned his hard cock close to my hole saying, "Hey, guy, check this out." Stroking his cock a couple times, he squeezed his shaft full length, obviously intended to push a yellow mucus oozed out of his piss slit. "What's that?" I asked. "You're going to get a little gonorrhea along with my toxic cum. You'll convert faster." Before I could react to it, he slid inside my hole and started fucking the daylights out of me. His diseased cock felt amazing. Even if I really wasn't chasing poz cum, the fuck was amazingly hot. While he was fucking me, he leaned over and we started making out. He was a great kisser and it didn't distract from his need to breed. He straightened up, kept fucking me, then stuck his tongue out. He had a patch of KS on his tongue. I was sucking one of his lesions while we were making out. Kevin finally said, "I'm getting really close to blowing my load inside you ...beg for my disease." "Fuckin' breed my hole, Kevin. Give me what you've got, stud!" "Yeah, dude ... I'm breeding you right now ... feel the poison infect you," Kevin gasped and grunted when he came inside me, his diseased cock slamming balls-deep into my asshole, making it bleed even more. His veins, already huge, popped out like crazy. This sexy man, who looked like the worst AIDS case from the 80's, just gave me the fuck of death. As Kevin was recovering from his orgasm, Dr. Woods came back into the room. Still shirtless, he stood behind Kevin, reached around and stroked his nips, calmly commenting "With our two strains, sexy Blake here will certainly have the fuck flu soon. He'll be a great addition to our club." Wryly Kevin added, "And a little dose of the clap to the mix, just for grins." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "I fucking love Kevin's KS lesions." He leaned over and sucked one that's on Kevin's chest. "I'd love to bring KS back ... it's so sexy." They made out for a minute, letting Dr. Woods's tongue feel Kevin's tongue lesion. After a minute or so Kevin straightened up remarking "So fucking hot ...." With that, he wiped off his cock and started getting dressed. Dr. Woods helped me into a sitting position, handing me my clothing. As I sorted through my stuff I thanked the two, with a simple "That was totally hot." "Yeah, converting neg hole is fucking awesome." "Have you pozzed a lot of guys?" "Several. I pozzed the guy that gave you your first poz load." "Rob?" "Yeah." "Fuck." "Yeah." It was as if the virus was a lineage or heredity being passed down. I could trace back my strain to Dr. Woods, and who knows how far back after him. That was kinda hot. "Who pozzed you," I asked Dr. Woods. "Kevin bred me and my husband. We're hoping to get as sick as Kevin is." At that point I realized I had connected the dots between my first poz fuck:, Rob, and then Dr. Woods and then Kevin. It was almost as if we were now fucking related or something. As I reached for my jeans Dr. Woods asked "Do you like my biohazard tattoo?" "I was kinda shocked to see it, quite honestly. Do people ever see it? What about when you are at the gym?" "I'm proud of being poz, and that's why I got the tattoo. My partner has one as well. There's no value in hiding who I am. I had it done big enough to show when I have my shirt off. I’m proud of being a poz gay man. My disease is an important part of who I am. You should consider getting one as soon as you earn it." As I was pulling on my pants, Dr. Woods noticed a little pool of cum and blood that leaked out of my hole. He said, "That looks good. If Rob's load isn't already attacking your system, then my load and Kevin's will give it the knock-out punch. I'm glad Rob got to you first." I thought for a minute and said, "Wait, how did you know Rob and I fucked? I didn't tell you his name, but you knew." Dr. Woods smiled and said, "Your breeding didn't just happen. It's been planned. And you're not done yet. I'm having some guys over to my place on Saturday. Kind of a special club ... a sex party with some hot guys." I replied, "Poz guys?" "Yeah, they're all poz and unmedicated. Some really toxic loads in the group. They'll really love you and your sexy body," Dr. Woods replied. "Okay, but who was involved in planning my pozzing?" Dr. Woods answered "Just come to my place on Saturday. All of your questions will be answered."