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The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

New Beginning Part 1 Alex and I aren’t exactly innocent, I’ll admit. We were best friends in high school, but being on opposite coasts, we drifted apart during college. A while ago, though, we reconnected online through one of the fetish sites and discovered we were both living in the same city. After a quick back-and-forth, we picked up right where we left off, though some things had clearly changed. These days, we’re both crushing it in our careers, real alphas in that sense. But when it comes to our personal lives, that’s a whole different matter, and we’ve figured out an arrangement that’s just right for us. ----- Back in high school, there’d been a growing distance between us at the start of our senior year that I couldn’t explain. I hadn’t told him I was gay. Afraid of his reaction, I never pushed it, wanting to keep our friendship. Besides, I never had a problem meeting up with guys from the university in town. So, I basically avoided shitting where I ate. We were both summer babies. By then, we were 18 and in peak shape. Physically, we could pass for brothers. Alex was 6’ to my 6’3” and both had classic swimmer's builds from our time on the varsity swim team. Even though I was taller, he had this quiet authority that made me never question him, and I usually just went along with whatever he said. At the beginning of the season, we decided buzz our hair. Well, to be honest, he decided for us. One afternoon, while we were hanging out in his bedroom, he started complaining about his curly hair. Then, out of nowhere, that familiar look crossed his face, and I knew he’d made up his mind about something. Pulling me into the bathroom, he took off his t-shirt, grabbed a pair of clippers, and started buzzing off his curls while I sat there on the toilet, watching. You could say that’s the day things changed in our friendship. “What do you think, Luke?” he asked with a grin, running a hand over his head as his blue eyes sparkled. “Looks better, right?” For a second, I took a good look at him. God, he was sexy standing there and he knew it! With his hair buzzed, his eyes stood out even more. He was smiling, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, paired with deep dimples. I melted and started thinking about how he looked without any clothes on. “Uh, yeah, looks good,” I mumbled, feeling my cock growing in my underwear and hoping it wasn’t obvious. Smiling, he walked toward me, scattering some of the black curls around the bathroom floor. He bent down, took my hand, and started rubbing his scalp with it. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he smiled, waiting to see my reaction. I just sat there, feeling the short hairs scraping my palm. Damn, it did feel good. All I could do was nod as I started to notice his ever-present bulge growing. Like I said, physically we could pass for brothers, but Alex was definitely bigger than me. Although I’m way above average down there, it was obvious in the showers to everyone who’d won the prize in genetics. “Yep,” he smiled, lifting me up and walking me to the mirror. At this point, I couldn’t do anything but go along. It had always been this way, and he knew it. Standing at the mirror, I could feel him behind me. His bulge was barely pushing against me, just enough that I couldn’t be completely sure. He started being playful, almost teasing me, as he pulled off my shirt. "Let’s do it.” I froze. I could totally feel his bulge against my ass now. Wrapping his arms around me, he pressed his pecs against my back and pinned me against the vanity, making sure I couldn’t move. “Trust me,” he purred in my ear. He moved in and pushed me harder against the vanity to stop me from getting away. With that, he switched on the clippers. Pressing them to the back of my neck, he ran them up, buzzing a stripe right up the middle of my head to make sure it was a done deal. Closing my eyes, I lowered my head as I felt the vibrations on my scalp as his bulge pushed against me. Finally done, he grabbed a hand towel, brushed the loose hair off my shoulders, and checked me out. “There,” he laughed, “Looks good.” “Yeah?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror, with him still against me. “Yep, definitely,” he nodded, putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him, “Even better than before.” I just stood there, not able to say a word. That's when he made his move. Taking hold of my smooth pecs, he started playing with my nipples and moved in for a kiss. “Fuck. What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, shocked that he was making a move on me. “Shhh,” he whispered, “Something I should have done before.” Instantly, our lips met, and our tongues invaded each other’s mouths. But all along, I could feel his overtaking mine, shoving it in deeper and deeper, taking possession of my mouth. We started undressing each other until our shorts were around our ankles. That's when I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Fuck, Luke,” he sighed, his cock at full mast. “Shower, let’s rinse off.” Once in the shower, he smiled, “Get in, fucker, and close the curtain, the floor’s getting wet.” Dropping my underwear, I stood there naked in front of him. It wasn’t the first time, but somehow it wasn’t the same. Walking into the shower, I closed the curtain and silently watched the water cascade down his muscled back and over his firm ass as he lathered up. When he finally turned around, my eyes moved down the ridges of his hard abs to his shaved crotch and fixed on the droplets falling from the tip of his cock. Tentatively lifting my hands to his pecs, I stepped closer and ran my hands over the smooth slabs of muscle. ‘What the fuck, Luke,” I said, cupping them, “Where’s this coming from?” “You gotta problem with it?” he chuckled with a devilish grin, flexing his pecs before slipping his hand down to my shaved junk to play with it. “Naw,” I gasped, slipping my hands over his body. “That’s better,” he sighed, planting his lips on mine. Our hands started to explore each other’s body. He was grinding his cock into mine and I gave back the same as I pressed into him. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me into him, the water making our shaved skin slick. I’d fantasized about us shaving each other for a meet, but now here we were, my hands were on him and not just to shave him. Releasing me, Alex grabbed my cock and started hitting it against his. “Shit yeah, finally,” he moaned, dropping to his knees and kissed the tip. Then, without a second thought, he opened up and took me in. I could feel his lips sliding over me and gasped, feeling the wetness of his mouth on my cock for the first time. With just the tip in, he sucked and licked the underside with his tongue. I could hear him moaning with pleasure over the rush of water in shower. Fuck, I was getting hard. That’s when he forced his mouth down and swallowed me to the root. I could feel his soft lips around the base of my shaft. “Fuck yeah, Alex,” I moaned. I held onto the shower walls to steady myself, surprised at how easily he took me down. He started to deep throat me, bobbing up and down my cock. He’d pull back until just the tip was in his mouth and flick my piss slit with his tongue. Right away, he’d force his way back down, gripping the shaft with his lips. He kept on sucking until he stood up with big grin and walked out of the shower. “Let’s hit the bed. I want you in me,” he smiled, grabbing a towel to dry off. I just stood there, under the running water, trying to take in what he’d just said and done. Not only was he into guys but wanted me to fuck him. Seeing my confusion, he tossed me a towel. “Fuck, man. I’ve wanted this for a while now. Everyone always wants me to fuck them,” he explained, holding his throbbing cock, “but I’m into nice fat cocks like yours, too.” I nodded, turned off the water, and dried myself off. Running my hand over my freshly buzzed scalp, I followed him into the bedroom where he was already sitting on the side of the bed, legs spread. I just stood there, in front of him, as he opened the nightstand drawer. “Got something we can try,” he smiled. “Dude, what the fuck?” I said, seeing him holding a glass pipe. “Don’t worry,” he grinned, heating the bowl, and inhaled, “I don't do it all the time, but this is a special occasion.” I looked down at him blowing the cloud from his lips. His cock stood straight up as his low hanging shaved sac hid his hole. Fuck, I envied it. Mine was smaller and hugged my shaft when I got hard. He looked me up and down before setting his eyes on my cock. “You’ve never fucked a guy, have you?” I just nodded side to side, not knowing what to say to any of this. “Fuck, Luke. Your cock is perfect,” he growled, holding the pipe as if to tease me, “Get over here.” Leaning over and taking hold of my cock, he pulled me onto the bed and slipped the warm stem between my lips. “Just one hit, that’s all,” he purred. ‘Damn him,’ I thought, knowing I couldn’t resist it when he did that and took the hit. “Good boy,” he smiled, “just one more deep one.” What else could I possibly do but just roll with it? Here I was with my best friend, naked on his bed, whom I had been fantasizing about. So, I went for it, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. I took a deep one, feeling the warmth filling my lungs as he played with my cock. “Deeper,” he growled, “Feels good, doesn’t it? A few more won’t hurt.” I just sat there nodding, starting to feel the effects hit me. I hesitated but did what he told me and kept taking more. Next thing I knew, our bodies were grinding, and our tongues danced as he grabbed my hand and moved it between his open legs. I started fingering his now slicked hole. This drove him even more crazy. He laid back and started moaning. “Goddam it, Luke, fuck me.” For some reason, I hesitated for a second, but I moved down and ran the tip of my cock over the entrance to his hole. Looking up into his face, I easily sank into him, spreading him open and feeling the heat wrap around my shaft. “Fuck, yeah,” he gasped, feeling me inside him. Grabbing his cock, I started rapidly pumping into him, my balls slapping against his ass. I was kind of just going through the motions, not really thinking about what I was doing. Alex kept moaning to keep it up, but suddenly, I could feel myself going soft. I tried to take it all in, finally being here with my best friend, but it was no use. Maybe it was the anxiety of it being the first time or it was a side effect of the meth that I’d heard about, but my body just wasn’t into it. I moved down the bed as my cock slipped out of him. “Sorry, I can’t,” was all I could say, feeling like a failure. Suddenly, Alex sat up, his eyes locking with mine. “Fucker, it’s ok,” he said, kissing me, “I thought you might be a total bottom gay boy and the T you just smoked proved it.” I started to think about all the times we hung out and how it never came up. “You knew about me?” “Yep. I figured it out a while ago,” he smiled, taking another hit before exhaling. “I was cool with it and figured it didn’t matter. So, I didn’t mention it.” “So, what changed?” “I guess I just wasn’t sure how I really felt about guys, until I spent the month at my uncle’s place this summer. I met one of his neighbors. Fuck man, he showed me how good a cock feels up my ass,” he said, looking off into the distance. “Fuck,” I moaned, realizing the moment the distance between us started. “That’s when I started thinking about you differently. Fuck, I realized you were the only one I could always be myself with,” he sighed, looking directly at me. “And that,” I asked, motioning to the pipe, “He show you that, too?” “Yep, he did. I’ll tell you all about it sometime,” he grinned, inhaling another hit and placing his lips against mine, “But now’s not the time.” That’s when he exhaled the cloud into my mouth. He was so in control that I just inhaled it before we kissed again. I still couldn’t believe we were doing this. I started kissing his neck and grabbed his hard cock. I kept on, moving down to his pecs and started moaning, licking the deep ridges of his abs. I gave his cock a few strokes before moving past it and kissed his thighs. “Fucker, suck it,” Alex groaned, “I know you want to.” It was true, I did. So, I grabbed onto his nuts and slowly started licking up his shaft, feeling that popped out vein wrapped around it. I wanted to remember how it felt and tasted. Hitting the underside of the mushroom head, I stopped. There it was, a huge drop of pre-cum slowing rising out of his wide-open piss slit. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Grabbing his cock, Alex held the head with two fingers and squeezed. I quickly moved to taste it, but he pulled back. “Uh, uh,” he purred, “Tell me what you want.” “Please,” I moaned, looking at the droplet just sitting the between the folds of his piss slit, ready to drop any second. “Please, what?” he chuckled, waving his cock just out of my reach. Looking up into his eyes, I said it. “Please, let me taste it, Alex. I want your cock.” Then, I hit the jackpot. He nodded and I moved in, lapping up the pre-cum before taking him into my mouth. I started moaning, realizing it was finally happening. It wasn’t my imagination. “Fuck!” he groaned, putting his hands on my head and caressing my freshly buzzed scalp, “Goddammit.” I started teasing him, slowly sucking and sliding the tip of my tongue over the piss slit. He couldn't help but moan every time. After a bit, he started to push my head deeper and I let him do it. I wanted to feel him down my throat, but wasn’t sure I could take him. Bit by bit, I let him in. I kept sucking him, my tongue wrapping itself on the underside of the shaft. I was loving it, and I could tell he was, too. Maybe it was the meth or maybe it my wanting it so much, but I slid my tongue along the underside and forced myself down his cock ‘til I could feel him hit the back of my throat. That’s when I gripped his hips and pushed myself more. “AH, SHIT!” he growled, feeling the pressure of my throat give way and he completely slid in. My nose hit his shaved crotch. I couldn’t breathe and started gagging. Part of me didn’t care. I’d done it. I was sucking my best friend's cock. Seeing me continuing to gag, he pushed me off. “Fucking cocksucker! You did it!” he laughed, seeing my spit dripping off my chin before rolling me onto my back. I laid there, looking at him stroking his slimy cock covered in my spit. “Gotta get you ready for Big Alex,” he joked. I gasped as he slipped two rough fingers inside me. Finding my spot, I started moaning. I lifted my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements, making sure I was ready for him. Satisfied, he spread my legs and placed the tip of his cock at my stretched hole. He slowly started pushing into me. At first, I didn’t think I could take him, but the meth kicked in, and I threw my head back. “Fuck! Do it!” “Damn right, I’m gonna do it,” he growled, feeding me one more hit. “Told you it was a special occasion, and I want to make sure you can take me. Just inhale and relax.” I needed his cock and didn’t care that I was smoking meth, as long as he fucked me, so I took a deep one and tried to relax. “Goddamn!” I yelled, feeling him opening me up. Fuck it hurt. But at the same time, his thick cock felt good sliding into me. “Yep, fucker, you took it right in. No girl’s been able to do that so fast. Usually takes a while,” he moaned, working it slightly in and out of me to get me used to his massive cock. Looking up at him, I could see his eyes filling with lust. “Yeah, Alex, fucking fill me, I’m no fucking girl,” I moaned, losing control and accepting he was in charge. “That’s the plan, fucker,” he growled, going in deeper, “I should’ve done this the minute I got back.” I was feeling him deep inside me now, his balls pressed against my ass. “Shit, you’re fucking huge!” I moaned, “I can’t...” Gripping my hips, he pulled back, just leaving the tip inside me. "You can do it. Gonna breed that fucking tight ass of yours,” he grunted, pushing slowly back in. He paused with about half his shaft left to go. He took a deep breath, grabbed my hips and slammed the rest of it into me. "Goddamn, fuck," I kept repeating as he told me to relax and enjoy it. I loved the mix of pleasure and pain as he leaned in, sweat dripping, and kissed me. He started pumping into me a little harder. “Your hole feels so good on my cock. Tell me how much you’ve thought about it. I know you have.” Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him in and held him tight. “Fuck, Alex,” I grunted as he started pounding me, “I’ve fucking been jacking off thinking about that fat cock of yours ever since you went away.” “Yeah, fucker? Well, you’ve got it now, anytime you want it.” At this point, I urged him on, recognizing the signs he was close and knowing he’d be unloading into me soon. “Shit, yeah. Give it to me, Alex.” The room filled with our moans from the fucking ‘til I could feel his cock swelling up even more. "Fucking take it," he kept grunting. He kept it up, thrusting harder and harder, before collapsing on top of me. I could feel him spasming and shooting into me. Wrapping my legs around him, I held him tight, feeling the spasms continue and wondering what the fuck was happening. “You ok,” I asked after a bit. “Yep,” he panted, finally calming down. “That happens sometimes. Fuck, that was great. I was worried you couldn’t take me. But, with a little help,” he smiled, motioning to the pipe, “You did it, fucker.” “Sure did,” I laughed and kissed him. I laid beneath him, his body pressing down on mine. Our shaved skin was slick with sweat as the heat from his body mingled with mine. After that, the distance disappeared, and things went back to how they used to be, now just with a little extra closeness between us. I never did try topping again. How could I, after taking Alex’s cock? From then on, all I wanted was his cock inside me, filling me up, and he was more than happy to help with that. Plus, he made sure the pipe was handy, if I needed it.

Chapter 2 Less than a minute later they are interrupted by a knock at the door. “Fuck, who is that?” Holden ask, both men freaking out. Before they are able to react the door opens and both men quickly cover their dicks with the clothes strewn around the bed. A breaded man in his late 40s enters the room fully dressing in formal wear shocked. “Uncle cole!” Holden says. “Dad!” Alex follows. “I was just checking to make sure your both were ready, it looks like you’re ready but maybe not for the ceremony”, Cole states with a chuckle. “We were just….” Holden tries to interject. “Oh I know exactly what you were doing. I could hear the whole thing next door. These hotel walls are paper thin. What I want to know is why wasn’t I invited”, Cole states shooting a look over to his son. “I’m always happy to share, Dad. This just sort of happened”, Alex responds with a smile. Confused Holden looks at Alex, “You and Uncle Cole?” Alex shrugs and smiles, “who do you think pozzed me?”. “Fuck!”, Holden says his mind completely blown “That’s enough talk. I wanna see the wretches hole. Now bend over Holden”, Cole states in a gruff tone. Holden does as he’s told arching is muscular back and exposing his jock hole. Alex grabs grabs Holden’s ass and spreads his cheeks putting his cummy hole on full Display. “Fuck son! You destroyed his hole! I taught you right!” Cole exclaims. Cole goes in for a closer look and starts fingering Holden’s hole as Holden winces in pain and pleasure. He then goes in and starts licking then fully eating out Holden’s cummy hole savoring the mix of cum, blood and ass juice. “Fuck! That hole is so juicy. I’m gonna fuck my son’s poz load even deeper to make sure it takes!”, Cole says with a growl. He stands up and undoes how suit pants. His huge dick flies out. Holden looks back and is in awe. His mouth almost hits the floor. Cole, seeing his nephew’s shock, states, “I’ve got two inches on Alex so I’m definitely going to in deep”. “Oh uncle Cole”, Holden coos. With the his uncle lines up his fat cock and pushes in With only cum and spit for lube Cole’s dick slides and stretches Holden’s hole wide. Holden lets out a few screams and Coles instructs Alex on to shut him up. Alex stuffs a sock in Holden’s mouth and Cole continues to slide in. “Fuck that hole is so silky smooth!” Coles moans and then continues with “I’m only half way in. There is a lot more to go faggot” and the spits on Holden’s muscular back. With that cole begins violently fucking his nephew. Pounding deeper and deeper and then slams balls deep. Cole’s teary eyes bulge out of his head as he screams into the sock. Alex pins him down. “Fuck yeah Dad. Fuck my toxic load deeper inside him. You should have seen him beg for my load”, Alex eggs his father on. “I always knew he was a fucking slut. now I’m gonna show him what a faggot he is”, Cole states and plows deeps inside his nephew. Holden feels his uncles fatty veiny cock pound his p spot and his eye roll on the back of his head “You’re gonna be fucking your new wife tonight with you hole leaking toxic cum aren’t you fag!”, his uncle taunts him. Holden responds with a low grunt and a nod. Unsatisfied, cole stabs his cock deep into his nephew, “AREN’T YOU FAG!”, he repeats through gritted teeth. Holden spits out the sock in his mouth and replies, “Yes sir!” Coles looks down at his huge cock wrapped around is nephew’s tight jock holes and sees steaks of blood around his hairy meat. His cock flares as he digs deeper into his nephew’s cunt. “I think Holden’s hole is prepped and ready for another load! You want my poz cum slut?”, Cole asks. “Yes uncle! Please give me your toxic seed!” Holden begs. “I feel your muscle ass sucking that load out of me. I can’t hold back much longer!” “Oh fuck yes! Please give me that load” “FUCK! HERE IT CUMS!”, Cole yells as his fat cock unleashes his tainted load deep inside his nephew. Stabbing his dick deep into his willing hole. The cum makes Holden’s hole even more slick but Holden clamps down on his uncles cock to squeeze out ever drop cum and his uncle moans in ecstasy. “Oh fuck that was so hot, Dad! You got me rock hard again! I need another go at the hole”, Alex states. Both Cole and Holden come down after the intense fuck, both trying to catch their breath. Out of the corner of his eye Coles catches a glimpse of the clock on the night stand. “Holy fuck! No time for that son we have a wedding to get to!”, Coles states shocked “Fuck! I get married in 10 minutes!” Holden freaks out as he slides his uncle’s hairy dick out of his slimy hole. All the men rush to redress. Cum oozes out of Holden’s hole as they rush to get ready. Minutes later the men run out the door and off to the ceremony.

I had gone to the bathhouse on day one of this trip with not a whole lot of success I had heard that Thursday evenings are sometimes better for the sex clubs. I was scheduled to fly home but on the way to the airport I decided I did not allow enough time to check in and make it to the gate. I called the airline and was able to move my flight to the next day. I felt this was a great opportunity to head to the bathhouse for another attempt at being ass up and taking some loads. I was excited. I found a hotel, dropped my bags and took and Uber to the bathhouse (Steamworks.) I was there much earlier in the day, 6pm. I was excited. I was ass up with the door open within 5 minutes of arriving. Love being ass up, seeing my ass in the mirror waiting to get bred. Its hot!! What do you know, a guy arrives in my room within a few minutes and mounts me. What do you know its the guy from the day before that loves to fuck for hours but does not cum. Please forgive me but I don't want to be dominated and not allow others to use my hole. I want a few guys to breed me and make my hole sloppy. Call me a greedy cum dump, I don't mind. I like a nice sloppy hole, especially when it's mine!! I kind of told him I wanted others to have the opportunity to fuck me. Sorry, not sorry. A guy with a nice cock came, lubed up and fucked me for about 5 minutes. He did not want to "cum yet" so he moved on, said he would be back later....... (he wasn't). A guy with a huge hard cock came and tore my ass up. Was a little painful and I could not take it as deep as he wanted. I bet if he would have been a little more gentle he could have opened me up and gotten to where he could have been balls deep. He seemed a little aggressive and was more like a hate fuck. I love it rough, I don't like it mean. Several guys played with my ass, one guy ate it, he was bottom, he fucked me some, but asked if I ever topped. I'm 100% a bottom slut!! This is where it gets REAL FUN!! Two guys show up.... Beefy and big. The first one enters me and the other stands there and its jerking while the first one fucks me. He is going in and out and really opening me up. The second one hands me the poppers and I take a few good hits. Damn it's hot. I am screaming to fuck and breed me. He continues, it's so Hot. The first guys steps back and its the second guys turn. He enters my well used hole!! its so hot. He fucks me, then pulls out and slams back in! It's so hot. I take a few more hits. The impaling confines. Then he steps back and stud one enters me again!! They go back and forth. There is a crowd watching as they each take their turns railing my hole. I am sweating and loving every bit of this. This is exactly what I want. Love being used. Soon they both say they need some air and take their poppers and leave telling me they would be back. (I am hopeful.. please. come back) What I realize about this is that I get to see a different perspective. With the setup of the room I can watch thru the mirror as if I am on the sidelines. It's like an out of body experience where I can see them standing there watching while the other fucks me. I can see the silhouette of their rock hard cock as they impale me. It was SO hot. I loved it. I was laying there, ass up waiting for more cocks. Loving every minute. A guy enters, mounts me, uses me, fills my hole. He is on his way. Success. I don't mind a quick fuck when they dump in me. The guy from yesterday is circling again. Several other guys check out my hole. I think one or two more come and dump a load. What I find is that guys are shopping, they are checking out what is there and don't want to commit until its the bewitching hour. Then al of the sudden it's 11:00 and the two guys from before come back. This time they are ready to fuck dump a few loads in me. The first guy enters me as the second guy makes sure he poppers me up. They start taking turns. One then another, noisy load fucks. There is a crowd out in the hall as they are fucking/tag teaming me. The first guy pumps a load into me, then he continues to fuck it into me! So hot. Then he pulls out and the second guy mounts me. He fucks the first guys cum into my wet and silky man-cunt. He dumps his load into me. He pulls out and the first guy then fucks me and pumps his second load into me!! Super hot. He pulls out and guy two pumps his second load into my hungry hole. This is what I have been waiting for. They leave and the crowd disperses. I love my wet hole!! The bottom comes back and eats my hole after they two guys leave. He heard the noise as he was ass up two doors down and was in the hall watching me get bred. He tries to mount me after eating my sloppy hole, but can barely get in. A couple minutes later a guy shows up. He has walked about at least 15 times during the night, closes the door and mounts me. He works me deep and close and after about 10 minutes of deep intense intimate fucking he unloads in me. Another young handsome stud shows up to dump his load. I could see his erect cock in the mirror as he entered me. He gasp in delight as his cock felt my wet cum filled hole. It was fun to watch him pound my sloppy hole. After about 10 minutes he got wild and pumped his load in my hole. It was a very successful night, 9 loads in my man-cunt. I love taking loads and being used as a cum dump. I can't wait for my next business trip!!

My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. I knew he and his friends were going to party tonight and I usually tagged along, that was how I'd earned the nickname, Tag. So when Tom had told me I couldn't come tonight I took matters into my own hands and FaceTimed Griff, his best friend, and asked him to take me. He'd grinned a devilish grin before saying "Sure kid, I'll pick you up too. Don't tell him though, it'll be our little secret." Griff and Tom had been best friends their whole live's and I'd always been the kid brother. Things were different now though and it made be feel anxious. They were college sophomores, going to school in the city and I was still trapped in our no name town as the clocks at school ticked down my senior year. I wanted to join them in the city next year. Before they'd always let me tag along, drink beer with them and their jock bros but something shifted this year. Now, they came home less and less. When they did they kept to themselves and it was like there was a wall I couldn't get through. It was more then parties too even when Tom was home it was like his mind was elsewhere. I'd confronted Tom about it. He told me it was for my own good that I stay away from them. But now it was Christmas break and they were home, I thought maybe it would go back to normal but it didn't. The holiday was uneventful and now on December 26th they were bailing on our town and driving into the city for a party. A party I wouldn't have known about if i hadn't overhead Tom on the phone. When he got off the call I begged him to take me. "No, Tag." he said firmly. "Why? Why don't you want me around you anymore?" "I'm doing this for your own good. There must be some high school parties for you around her, go to those. Go to the movies, fuck a chick. I don't care what you do- but you aren't coming with us." Tom wanted to leave me behind again? Not a chance. The thought of being left behind was unacceptable. That's why I reached out to Griff, I had to join them. I'd had beers and pot with them before, I could handle tonight too. Whatever they were up to. Couldn't I? I was nervous waiting for Griff a block away from my house. He was going to pick me up first, hide me in the trunk of his CR-V before then going and picking up Tom for the drive into the city. The drive into the city was uneventful. Anytime Tom went to say something about the party Griff changed the conversation, almost as if he didn't want me to know what I was in for. I kept quiet in the back and Tom was oblivious to my presence. When we got there the doors opened and they got out. The doors slammed and they were gone. I was to wait until Griff came to get me. I did, slowly removing the blanket from on top of me and looking around. The street we were on looked a little sketchy, we were definitely in the city. Twenty minutes went by. Where the fuck was he? Finally the trunk door popped open and Griff led me in to an unmarked building on a city street. "This isn't like the other parties, Tag. Those were high school parties. Just remember you asked to come. I think you'll like it though. Tom didn't want this for you but I know better. I know you're one of us, you always have been." Griff explained to me as he slung an arm around my shoulder. What was he talking about? Whatever it was it made me feel good to hear him include me. We had walked up five flights. Now a door was in front of us, one of the steel doors on a track, Griff slid it open and my whole life changed... *End of Part 1... (this will be a series, a slow burn but worth the wait)

Chapter 1 Holden was trying unsuccessfully to tie his bow tie in the hotel room mirror as he prepared for his big day. His nerves were tying him in knots. He was getting ready to marry his girlfriend of two years. He should be overjoyed but the stress of the day was getting to him and to add to it his cousin and best man had still not shown up. Frustrated that he was unable to tie the bow tie he accepted defeat. He took a seat at the edge of the bed and held his head on his hands. Just then Alex flew through the door, with his tux in a garment bag flung over his shoulder. “Dude! Where’ve you been?”, Holden exclaims as he jumps up and hugs his cousin. “So happy to see you! The ceremony is in less than a two hours!” “Don't worry, buddy! I’ve got you!” Alex meets Holden in the embrace. “We have plenty of time. I just got a little side track”, He says with a little smirk. “Oh man, what’s his name?”, Holden asks. “As if I ever stick around long enough to get a name”, Alex laughs. Alex immediately starts to undress to change into the tux. His nicely defined chest is in full view. Below his belly button is a biohazard tattoo on full display. Holden knew his cousin had contracted HIV a couple years back and always admired him for his pride. “Why are you so stressed, man?”, Alex asks seeing the worried look oh his cousin’s face. “I don’t know, man, the wedding, I can’t tie this damn tie, you being late… on top of all that, Rachel has been holding out on me for the last few weeks so my balls are filled to the brim” As Holden explains and Alex continues to change his clothes, he pulls down his pants. Wearing no underwear he exposes his big, hairy uncut cock. this is not the first time Holden has seen his cousins dick. Both Holden and Alex would fool around with each other when they were younger, jerking each other off, but it’s been a couple years since his seen Alex naked and his dick looks even bigger than he remembered it, glistening in the light for his recent fuck. “Well, if you’re horny, I can definitely help you with that”, Alex states with a devilish grin. His veiny dick twitches as he makes the bold statement. “Shut the fuck up, I can’t do that! I’m getting married in a couple hours”, Holden exclaims trying to look Alex in the eye but keeps glancing down at Alex’s growing member. “Dude relax! You need to relieve some tension and you know I’m good at the”, Alex says with a smirk as he goes over to Holden and begins rubbing his shoulders. Holden exhales deeply. “You definitely were good at doing that”, he says with a smile. “Seee! Now just sit here on the bed and I’ll take care of you”, Alex says as he sits Holden down at the foot of the bed. Fully naked Alex begins to undo Holden’s belt and unzip his fly. Holden leans back and rest his elbow on the bed as he watches his cousin get to work. Alex pulls out Holden’s instantly hard cock and begins stroking. Holden fat dick immediately starts leaking precum and Alex squeezes it out of the fat head and uses it to lube his stokes. Holden lets out a deep moan. Pulling down Holden’s tuxedo pant, Alex continues to explore Holden’s body, massaging Holden’s massive balls and massaging his taint “Looks at those massive balls! Don’t worry stud you’ll still have plenty of baby juice for tonight” Alex says admiringly. “I remember back in the day you used to shoot 5-6 massive loads a day. Holden opens his eyes and shoots his cousin a dazed smile as licks his lips in enjoyment. As he does he notices Alex’s heavy dick is now sticking straight up. His huge man dick making him even hornier. Still stoking Holden’s cock, Alex repositions himself standing on the edge of the bed. “You wanna taste my cock, don’t you?”, Alex asks. Looking him in the eye, Holden nods with his tongue out and Alex guides the back of Holden’s head to his hairy dick. Holden senses are jolted as he takes his cousin’s huge cock. The musky smell of his cock and balls tell him the his cousin hasn’t showered in a couple days. The tangy taste is a mix of cum and ass juice from who knows how many hook ups. His throats expands as he tries to accommodate his cousins fat dick head as it flares deep Inside. “Oh fuck! That mouth is so good. Why haven’t we ever done this before?”, Alex moans. Holden briefly take the hairy dick out of his mouth and states, “I’ve always wanted to” and the continues slurping on his cousin’s cock. Encouraged my Holden’s enthusiasm he explores under Holden’s balls and probing his tight hole. Holden moans on Alex’s cock. “Now that you got my dick all lubed, are you ready to graduate to the next step?” Alex asks. As he does he sticks two fingers deep Inside Holden’s jock hole. “Fuck, you got me hard as a rock but you’re positive”, Holden states. “Don’t worry, I can wrap it up for you”, Alex says with a wink. Without waiting for a response he grabs a condom and some lube from his bag and props his cousin’s muscular legs on his shoulders, he slides the condom on, lubing it up after he’s done. Holden stokes his cock and lubes his hole as he waits in eager anticipation for his cousin’s dick. Alex lines his fat cock up with Holden’s hole and pushes in. Holden lets out a short scream as his hole is stretched to the limits. As Holden gets accustomed to the size, Alex continues to slide in until he’s balls deep. “You ready for me to fuck the cum out of you?”, Alex asks. Holden nods with the hunger in his eye. Alex begins fucking his hard and rough “Fuck! This hole is better than I imagined”, Alex states as Holden moans, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Alex grasps Holden’s dick and starts stroking it as he fuck him with long deeps strokes. As he stokes Holden and he watches his dick slide in and out of this hole he notices that the condom has broken and what remains is a wadded up ring of the base of the condom 3/4 of the way down his shaft. As he continues to fuck him in steady strokes he states, “Holden, the condom broke but your silky insides feel so good I can’t pull out”. “Fuck! please don’t pull out. I’m gonna bust soon. I need to shoot this load”, Holden responds as he grasps the shaft below and feels the broken condom. “You gonna bust with my big raw dick Inside you?”, Alex asks. “Yes sir!” Holden responds as Alex strokes his cock. “Seeing you shoot that load is gonna send me over the edge stud. My poz dick is already so close”, Alex taunts. “Oh fuck, sir!”, Holden responses “You want me to flood your hole with my poz seed?", Alex continues. “Oh fuck I’m so close”, Holden states. “Tell me you want it faggot! Tell me you want my dirty load!” Alex demands. “Please give me your poz load sir!” Holden says with desperation in his eyes. With that Alex pounds hard, deep and rough on Holden’s hole and with in seconds Holden’s whole body tenses up and begins shooting his load. “Fuuuccckkkk!” Holden screams as the load is pounded out of him. “Fuck yeah give me that load!” Alex states. Huge volleys of cum shoot all over Holden’s muscular chest. The sight of this begins to send Alex over the edge. Pounding harder and faster his balls tense up and his dick head flares as he anchors himself deep inside his cousin. “Take my poz load you stupid fucking faggot!”, Alex screams as he blast toxic cum deep inside Holden. Holden clamps his muscle hole around Alex's angry dick and pulls out the last drop of his dirty seed. For a few minutes he continues to massage his load into Holden's wretched hole with his massive dick. When Alex finally pull out his still hard cock he presents it to Holden to clean it off and with out a word Holden sucks it clean tasting the mix cum, blood and ass juice. After, both me are sweating profusely as they try to catch their breath after the hot fuck. The only thing Alex can think to say is, “ I bet that helped relive some of your tension” and both me begin laughing.

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Well gentlemen, I got some unexpected news a bit ago. I fricking tested negative on my labs. Lesson, learned, don't depend on the home tests for results, they need to be verfied. So, our story now needs to take a twist and Tom and I have figured out a plan to rectify my status. As I try to base my story loosely around my own journey, you'll see a slight step back to align elements to the new unexpected situation. This chapter is a bit long and sets us up well for three branches to our storyline. First we will biuild the play room; with Tom's prison buddies helping to give a positive ending to the hiccup. Craig will definetly show up for a chance to expand my horizons. Finally, I've introduced a couple medical guys to guarantee I get it right. Sorry if its too long and lacks sex, but its intended to provide the background to plenty. Let me know if you'd prefer I start a new thread or just add more chapters to this one. ________________________________________________________ Part 16 At a traffic light I grab the phone and look at my schedule and realize I have an 9 AM appointment for full day physical exam. I had completely forgotten about it. When I first took the position, they told me a benefit was getting an extensive executive physical evaluation, but nothing would be shared with work. They just wanted me to stay on top of my health is all and it’s a benefit they give to all the upper management. I’d set it up the second day I was in Phoenix. Oh hell, I shrug and figure I should just get it done. I’ve got plenty of time and get to the clinic half an hour early. Sitting in the car, killing time, I decided to do some shopping online for the equipment Tom and I discussed. I find a company that pretty much has everything, and I order a heavy-duty extreme fuck bench, a wall mounted St. Andrews Cross, and the Bondage Bed with extensions for a sling. They even have matching nightstands for the bed and add them to the cart. Looking at my watch its now close to 9 so I go inside and find the clinic. I walk up to the desk, give my name and the receptionist tells me Todd will be right with me. Not 30 seconds and a guy in scrubs walks up to me, introducing himself as Todd who is my assigned nurse navigator for the day. He’s pretty hot looking, clearly works out and sports a nice bulge in his scrubs. We head to the back into a pretty extensive exam suite. We sit down at the table and Todd says that most of the day will take place here and goes over what appears to be a rather organized busy day. He says I’ll need to go down the hall for an Xray, CT Scan and then cardiac stress tests. Grabbing a tablet he goes over some basic information then says he’ll start by drawing blood. The lab here is pretty extensive I should get most of the routine results by the time I have my full exam by the physician. Speaking of, there is a knock on the door and coming in the room is another pretty good looking guy, and from the jacket and stethoscope, I figure it’s the physician. He firmly shakes my hand and introduces himself as Dr. Reynolds and explains I’ll be seeing him after Todd has finished and I get a series of X-rays and the CT-Scan. He says he’s reviewed my profile I sent in when scheduling the appointment and he goes through a list of things he’s ordered. As Dr. Reynolds leaves Todd turns to me and says, now for the lab work up. After taking the blood and urine to the lab, Todd comes back, sits down and then goes through a vast number of questions. Of course, I’ve told him I’m gay during the process and then he gets to the sexual health questions. I awkwardly share I usually have unprotected sex and haven’t been on PREP for a year when he asks. Todd seems unphased when I answer I’ve had more than 12 sexual partners in the past 6 months. After he asks my status, I share I’m HIV positive based upon an at home test I took. Asking about my lab results, I share that I’d been with a number of HIV positive guys and got pretty sick after a pretty intense weekend, so I didn’t see the point. With the move and everything I really hadn’t taken the time and I feel great. Todd states that he will need to get a rectal swab as well. I continue answering questions and after half an hour have shared my life story. Todd gives me a patient gown and walks me through the rectal swab and tells me change into the gown though I can leave on my underwear. I go uhm…I kind of forgot about the appointment, so I don’t have any on. His smile betrays him and becomes more of a grin. Todd says it’s no problem, but he will give me a towel to cover up if I feel the need and some scrub pants for the exercise tests. Luckily the gown is a wrap around so I’m not all that exposed as I come out of the rest room. We go over to the exam area where he does my weight, temperature and blood pressure. Todd then takes me to get my Xrays and CT and am gone for about an hour. Getting back to the exam room it is around 11:30 AM. Todd lays the table back and says I’ll need to remove the gown as he needs to hook up the EKG leads for a resting test and for the stress test later. With the gown open I’m naked and Todd seems to take his time applying the electodes and “accidently” brushes against my cock a couple times. I start to get slightly hard, smiling he covers my dick with a towel and d runs the EKG test. Todd tells me to sit in one of the chairs and relax while he gets Dr. Reynolds. About 5 minutes later I hear a knock and Dr. Reynolds comes back in the room. He goes over Todd’s notes asking a few clarifying questions about my history. He then says, well we’ve got most of your lab results back and with the exception of elevated cholesterol and triglycerides everything looks good. I do have some good news for you though, while you thought you were HIV positive the assays have all come back non-reactive meaning you are HIV negative. Clearly puzzled, I stammer, how is that possible? Dr. Reynolds explains that while home tests are good, they aren’t perfect and hence the instructions say to get lab tested for confirmation. I tell him about the flu I got not too long after a crazy weekend having sex with a couple guys who were positive and multiple guys since. He sets the folder down and then says, he won’t put this in my record but he looks deeply at me and states in 5 months and you had never got tested and had sex with multiple poz guys. Did I want to be HIV positive he asks? I told him how thinking I was positive was so liberating. I felt like a new person letting go of so much tension; enjoying life to its fullest. He looks at me and says, look bud, I’m gay too and completely understand but his professional recommendation is to get back on PREP, practice safe sex and get tested regularly. Sensing I’m not buying it, he then pulls out a pad, writes down a name and number and tells me, this guy specializes in treating men like me. With that he stands up and says, lets continue the exam on the exam table. Trying to get my head wrapped around finding out I’m negative; I slowly walk over to the table. I’m feeling a bit numb. Dr. Reynolds tells me to disrobe and hands me a towel as Todd has told him about the lack of underwear. He does all of the regular exam stuff; listening, poking, prodding which ends up being the most comprehensive exam I’ve ever had. He then tells me to lay back to do a testicular exam. I feel my cock start to tingle as he is examining it willing myself not to get hard. He pulls out the stirrups and helps me get my legs in. Spread wide, he checks my testicles for lumps and then says..ahmm when was the last time you had sex because your anus is a little distended. I laugh and said, I’m sorry I forgot about this appointment, and admit that I had sex this morning. He chuckles as he lubes his finger and then does a full prostate check. I get hard instantly and he says not to be embarrassed it happens pretty frequently. He pulls his finger out and comments that his finger is covered in pink ejaculate. He tells me he’s a bit worried I may be bleeding and hits a button and Todd quickly appears. Dr. Reynolds tells him to grab a speculum so he can visualize the interior of my anal canal for bleeding. He lubes it and inserts it. After looking around with a light, he says, nothing significate, just a couple small abrasions. You definitely need to get retested in 10 days though. He removes the speculum and Dr. Reynolds says everything looks pretty good. Todd eases me out of the stirrups and Dr. Reynolds tells Todd to clean me up a bit from the lube and tells me I can get dressed and grab something to eat in the café next door. We’ll do your stress tests and then wrap up. I’ll see you again at around 3 when you finish. I’ll have the rest of your results and will chat with the cardiologist who does the stress exam to see if there is anything to worry about. We should have you out of here by 3:30 or so. Todd spends some time cleaning my ass a cock which seems to be a bit longer and more thorough than I would have expected. And adds, that he works on Monday and every other Friday’s at Dr. Turner’s office, and the practice is very poz affirming and stresses I really should meet him. After I’m dressed, Todd escorts me out front and gives me a voucher for the café, telling me to be back around 12:45. Preoccupied in my thoughts I grab a salad, and after eating about half, frustrated, I get up and decide to take a walk outside. How the fuck am I negative and what are people going to think? After walking around I calm down and then head back inside. Todd has me change into scrubs and takes me to the stress testing area, helping the cardiologist and tech there. I’m hooked back up, get on the treadmill until I’m exhausted. We head back to the exam area and Todd offers me water and once I recover, has me get dressed again. As I come back out of the bathroom; he says, seriously dude Mondays or Friday, we can definitely help you and I’d enjoy being your…uh..nurse. With that he says he’ll get Dr. Reynolds and he’ll be right back. Dr. Reynolds comes in, gives a summary and says I’m really doing pretty well and goes through all of the details. He advises me to loose a few pounds, exercise a bit more and get back on PREP. I’ll get a full report in a couple of days to share with my physician. Todd escorts me back to the front and says he hopes to see me again soon. I’m still a bit astounded with the test results and the referral to this Dr. Turner. I need a diversion and figure I’ll head to one of the local adult stores to round out my purchases from this morning. I get to the car and notice it’s around 3:30. As I’m leaving the parking lot, my phone rings and glancing down see it’s Tom. I answer and he wants to know when I’ll be home as the guys can get to the house earlier around 6 and adds they have a plumber friend who is going to come along as well. I tell him I had an all day a physical I’d forgotten about but had just finished. Forgetting the past few hours, I laugh and share with him my online shopping adventure and that I really need a distraction so I was just heading over to The Castle Megastore to check out their collection of restraints and stuff before heading home. Laughing, he tells me he works just around the block from the place and can meet me there as he was just getting off work. Cool, I tell him and that I’ll be there 10 minutes or so. I pull into the parking lot and Tom greets me. He’s a relief to see and I pull him into a hug. He senses something is off but I tell him I’ll share later. So, what are you looking for, he asks? I tell him I wanted to check out restraints and stuff like that to go with the things I just got. Tom grabs a basket and takes me straight over to the leather rack where there is a quite an assortment. Clearly in control, he grabs a couple pairs of leg and arm restraints. He grabs a box that includes a ball gag, blindfold, collar, leash, wrists and ankle cuffs, a flexible slapper and hogtie connectors. Adding to this Tom grabs a leather sling/stirrups combo along with an assortment of rope, chains and other tie downs. He asks when the other stuff is being delivered, and I tell him 4-6 weeks. Damn, he says as he scans the store, grins and says well look at that. He goes over to the corner where they have a fuck bench with a fuck machine set up and as I start to say I already ordered the bench, he points out the bondage board. It has numerous tie down points with folds in four sections. A picture of how to partially fold to elevate the ass and another picture on how to completely fold up to place in a carry bag for easy transport. Yeah buddy, this will give us a very versatile tool we can use anywhere, and it’s even padded. On the way to the counter, he grabs a couple of tools he explains are used to arouse and create different sensations for a sub when restrained. He glances and see’s my cock is hard and grabs a quick feel. Only half joking Tom say that should do it for now, unless I want to get a fuck machine or an electro-stim unit which he grins would both be fun to play with. I laugh saying I think we’re good for now it looks like we have plenty to keep us busy. Tom dickers with the gal at the check-out counter and Tom is able to get a 18% discount. We load the stuff in my car and says he’ll be home shortly as he has a quick stop he needs to make. Tom gives me a kiss and hugs me tightly and tells me he knows something is bothering me and he’s there for me. Later, back at the house Tom shows me a drawing he came up with laying out the play space. We’re having a couple drinks and he pulls out a vape pen and tells me he picked some weed up and this should definitely help me relax. I’m feeling pretty good and ask him to tell me about the guys coming over. He asks if I remember him telling me about the two Cubans from prison that pozzed him. I do of course and he says well they ended up being friends and when they both got out were working with a cousin in construction in town. Tom says they are pretty cool, do good work, and hopes I don’t mind throwing some work at them. They are really stoked and after he told him what the room was for and what a pig I am learning to be they agreed to really low ball the price providing I’d give a good reference and they could help break me in. I take a deep hit and then share with Tom my day including the blood tinged cum the doctor found and the clinic referral he gave me. I’m kind of freaked how he’ll react but tell him about my negative test results. Tom looks at me and gets all serious and says, that means he’s been breeding a negative ass this past week. I say yes, not that I want to be negative and how disappointed I am. Tom gets a grin and says, well it’s no longer likely given the fucking we’ve done these last few days. With an evil, lustful look in his eyes says he now has a sacred duty to make sure he’s knocked me up. Proudly, he shares how amazing it will be for him to be my poz daddy. I look at him and tell him, I’d love that too. Just then the doorbell rings and I find myself eagerly looking forward to meeting Tom’s own daddies. Tom grabs the door and in come 3 Latino guys. All three are very well built, covered in tattoos and rough in a hot daddy kind of way. Tom introduces the first two guys, Geraldo and Rodolfo. These guys ooze testosterone. Geraldo around 35 or so is in cargo shirts and a t-shirt that show of his ripped torso and muscular legs while Rodolfo maybe 40 is in long kaki’s and a muscle shirt. Like his cousin, Rodolfo has a large muscular chest and a very prominent bulge. Vicente introduces himself but tells us to call him Vic and has on traditional blue dickies with his name on a patch. Vic isn’t quite as buff as the other two but at 6’4” is a commanding presence. He apologizes for them being hot and sweaty but they had been on a jobsite all day and hadn’t had a chance to clean up. Tom laughs and says, not to worry. We shake hands all around and I am definitely getting inspired by these guys. Tom grabs his sketched plan and leads the group out back and up to the storage space explaining what the plans are and how we want to use the space. We go down into the garage to check out the electrical panel and plumbing feeds and they readily agree the plan should work well, and make recommendations for heating, cooling and power needs. They are all quickly laughing and getting into how good the plan is and hope they will definitely get a chance to christen the space. Tom asks when they could get started and Vic says they could hammer a lot of it this weekend though ordering the HVAC will take a couple weeks, everything else they need is readily available. We head back down to the pool area and Tom offers the guys some beer and tells Geraldo and Rodolfo how good it is to see them. We’re making light conversation, and I comment to Vic, I’d not heard the name Vicente before as it usually has an “n” as in Vince. He laughs, well our grandmother was old school and made sure all of us ended up with Spanish names with strength behind them. Vicente means “Conqueror”. Rodolfo says yeah, mine means “Bold Wolf” and points at Geraldo and says, he’s “The Ruler with a Spear”. Tom adds and the spear is mighty big and toxic for sure. Tom looking at Vic and asks, what do you think it would cost adding that the two of us wil be able to do a lot of work as well? Vic does some mental calculations and says, well normally I’d say around $15,000 but know that given the nature of the job, we could work out a discount if you know, we could get some relaxation time along the way if you know what I mean. I look at Vic and say, well if you can make sure I’m conquered, impaled with his spear and bred like a dog, I will definitely appreciate it. Vic says, ok let’s make it $10,000 but you need to drop and service us daily. I say, drop it to $7,500 and I’ll let you guys poz me. I just got test results back and I’m not happy being negative so, I’ll give you an incentive as well. Vic tells me we have a deal and why don’t we get started on the incentive discount now.

Yeah Hamish is big in every way around 6’6” big chest, thick build, impressive balls and hung. He does suck cock and swallow loads but we all want to fuck him. He’s nervous about being fucked - still an anal virgin, but we’re piling on the pressure and we do play with his hole during a group fuck. Drew shoved his thumb up Hamish’s hole when he was sucking his cock and he enjoyed that. A few more sessions and Hamish will get fucked.

Part 4 Raw? It was the fantasy that I had had for the longest time, and the fantasy that made me cum so many times in my bedroom. But that's all it was intended, a fantasy. I had backed out of many tops, including Tom, the gangbang organizer, for their insistence on going bare. Surely I would back out now. I would respectfully say I was done, wash up, get dressed, and be on my way. But then another thought invaded my senses. You have already eaten his ass the voice said in my head. You fucking drank his piss and drank piss from the toilet. The voice in my head was mocking me. And now you're just going to get up and leave? The man looked down on me, as he started undressing. Taking off his shirt revealed a tanned dad bod with dark and grey chest hair scattered throughout, and he finally removed his pants complete. Grey boxers barely hiding a curves bulge. He could tell I was hesitant. He reached down and brought his boxers down quickly and threw them to the side. The cock that had hypnotized me stared at me, it's fully erect curved posture made my asshole involuntarily open. I was still on my knees, and he he guided my body towards on all fours. I could feel him mounting me, and he began to slap his cock against my hole. I groaned like a bitch in heat. "So, boy, what do you say?" My response was automatic: "Fuck me Sir. Fill me up Sir!" His cock continued to slap against my hole. "I have no lube, boy." He said, and I could hear him grabbing the bin and bringing it over to himself. I could hear him sifting through it. "It's such a shame that you took a Man's cock with a barrier. It's such a waste. You offer your hole only to deny a Man his full right to plant his seed where he wants" he said calmly. I started to shake a little, exhilarated by the anticipation. "I will use the cum in these condoms as my lube, boy." "Yes Sir. I am sorry Sir" I said, again automatically. I turned my head, still in the doggy position. I could see him take out a used condom, and he began to squeeze out the cum, it oozing out onto his hand. He began to cover his cock with the semen until it was completely wet. He took a second used condom, again squeezed contents out, and without warning brought the hand filled with semen to my nose. "Inhale, that's what's you're missing" he said, and I inhaled it like it was a drug. I sniffed and sniffed, and he lowered his hand to my mouth, and without waiting for him to order me, I started sucking the cum out of his mouth. "Damm, boy. You just ate cum from a used condom. Good piggy. I think you are ready" His hand retreated from my mouth, and his cum covered cock began to slowly make it's entrance into my hole. There would be no turning back from this. To be continued.

I had gone to the bathhouse on day one of this trip with not a whole lot of success I had heard that Thursday evenings are sometimes better for the sex clubs. I was scheduled to fly home but on the way to the airport I decided I did not allow enough time to check in and make it to the gate. I called the airline and was able to move my flight to the next day. I felt this was a great opportunity to head to the bathhouse for another attempt at being ass up and taking some loads. I was excited. I found a hotel, dropped my bags and took and Uber to the bathhouse (Steamworks.) I was there much earlier in the day, 6pm. I was excited. I was ass up with the door open within 5 minutes of arriving. Love being ass up, seeing my ass in the mirror waiting to get bred. Its hot!! What do you know, a guy arrives in my room within a few minutes and mounts me. What do you know its the guy from the day before that loves to fuck for hours but does not cum. Please forgive me but I don't want to be dominated and not allow others to use my hole. I want a few guys to breed me and make my hole sloppy. Call me a greedy cum dump, I don't mind. I like a nice sloppy hole, especially when it's mine!! I kind of told him I wanted others to have the opportunity to fuck me. Sorry, not sorry. A guy with a nice cock came, lubed up and fucked me for about 5 minutes. He did not want to "cum yet" so he moved on, said he would be back later....... (he wasn't). A guy with a huge hard cock came and tore my ass up. Was a little painful and I could not take it as deep as he wanted. I bet if he would have been a little more gentle he could have opened me up and gotten to where he could have been balls deep. He seemed a little aggressive and was more like a hate fuck. I love it rough, I don't like it mean. Several guys played with my ass, one guy ate it, he was bottom, he fucked me some, but asked if I ever topped. I'm 100% a bottom slut!! This is where it gets REAL FUN!! Two guys show up.... Beefy and big. The first one enters me and the other stands there and its jerking while the first one fucks me. He is going in and out and really opening me up. The second one hands me the poppers and I take a few good hits. Damn it's hot. I am screaming to fuck and breed me. He continues, it's so Hot. The first guys steps back and its the second guys turn. He enters my well used hole!! its so hot. He fucks me, then pulls out and slams back in! It's so hot. I take a few more hits. The impaling confines. Then he steps back and stud one enters me again!! They go back and forth. There is a crowd watching as they each take their turns railing my hole. I am sweating and loving every bit of this. This is exactly what I want. Love being used. Soon they both say they need some air and take their poppers and leave telling me they would be back. (I am hopeful.. please. come back) What I realize about this is that I get to see a different perspective. With the setup of the room I can watch thru the mirror as if I am on the sidelines. It's like an out of body experience where I can see them standing there watching while the other fucks me. I can see the silhouette of their rock hard cock as they impale me. It was SO hot. I loved it. I was laying there, ass up waiting for more cocks. Loving every minute. A guy enters, mounts me, uses me, fills my hole. He is on his way. Success. I don't mind a quick fuck when they dump in me. The guy from yesterday is circling again. Several other guys check out my hole. I think one or two more come and dump a load. What I find is that guys are shopping, they are checking out what is there and don't want to commit until its the bewitching hour. Then al of the sudden it's 11:00 and the two guys from before come back. This time they are ready to fuck dump a few loads in me. The first guy enters me as the second guy makes sure he poppers me up. They start taking turns. One then another, noisy load fucks. There is a crowd out in the hall as they are fucking/tag teaming me. The first guy pumps a load into me, then he continues to fuck it into me! So hot. Then he pulls out and the second guy mounts me. He fucks the first guys cum into my wet and silky man-cunt. He dumps his load into me. He pulls out and the first guy then fucks me and pumps his second load into me!! Super hot. He pulls out and guy two pumps his second load into my hungry hole. This is what I have been waiting for. They leave and the crowd disperses. I love my wet hole!! The bottom comes back and eats my hole after they two guys leave. He heard the noise as he was ass up two doors down and was in the hall watching me get bred. He tries to mount me after eating my sloppy hole, but can barely get in. A couple minutes later a guy shows up. He has walked about at least 15 times during the night, closes the door and mounts me. He works me deep and close and after about 10 minutes of deep intense intimate fucking he unloads in me. Another young handsome stud shows up to dump his load. I could see his erect cock in the mirror as he entered me. He gasp in delight as his cock felt my wet cum filled hole. It was fun to watch him pound my sloppy hole. After about 10 minutes he got wild and pumped his load in my hole. It was a very successful night, 9 loads in my man-cunt. I love taking loads and being used as a cum dump. I can't wait for my next business trip!!

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

Not necessarily. But it does indicate you take it up the ass.

First time I was barebacked my fuck buddy invited me over and when I got there he admitted that he didn't have condoms. I told him to just pull out, but when he was about to cum I told him to cum inside me. It was the second time I had anal, and never wanted a condom again after getting bred.

Currently on holiday (vacation if you’re American!) in Bali. Met 2 guys the other day, both locals. The first was a straight up pump and dump. He was as nervous as fuck and it didn’t take him long to shoot in me. He had a decent enough cock but nothing to make you scream. The 2nd guy was a ‘masseur’ and it cost me 700,000 IDR (£32.50) for a 90 minute “massage”. His cock was huge, made to look even bigger because he was so slender. It looked like it belonged on someone else! There was a tiny bit of massage, I think he did one leg and one arse cheek then his huge dick nudged inside me. I’d only seen the first guy an hour before so I was still full of his cum. Over the course of the 90 minutes his dick never went down and he pumped 4 loads up me. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon!

He replaced his thumb with two fingers. He penetrated me until I felt his hand. I clutched the sheet as he began to work on my pleasure center, moving his fingers. I could clearly feel his fingernails on the wall of my rectum. Again and again, he withdrew his two fingers, spreading them and my hole. Then he ruthlessly pushed them back in. What followed was a short and very intense finger fuck. I moaned more and more, not sure if I could hear it outside the truck. When he withdrew his fingers, I felt briefly empty and noticed my hole slightly open. But my hole was barely empty for a second. He pressed my head into the mattress, spread my legs with his, and then I felt his cock. He was unerring and didn't hesitate. He penetrated me powerfully with his cock, stretching me even further. I moaned, and he kept going until he was completely inside me. He pulled me up a little by my shoulders, and I felt his cock even more intensely. "You little pig need it! And you little pig, you're getting it now!" he said to me, still darkly. Then he started to fuck me. Without consideration, he penetrated me again and again. At some point, he grabbed my pelvis and tightened even more. A brief circle, and then he thrust into me again. I felt impaled and clearly filled. His thrusts made a slapping sound that didn't let up. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Over and over again. I could feel us working up a sweat. It felt like he fucked me like that for at least 20 minutes. Then he pulled his cock completely out, only to immediately push it all the way back inside me. He did this five or six times. "Boy, do you want my pozz cum?" he asked me. "Tell me! Beg for it!" I was so horny and just moaned, "Yes, you bull, fuck me and give me your dirty cum deep inside me!" My mind was superior to my horniness. I wanted it to never end. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, pressing my pelvis into the mattress with both hands. My breathing became labored, the thrusts even harder and more uncontrolled. Then a scream, and immediately I felt his twitching cock. He, too, flinched briefly, which changed the position of his cock inside me. "Take my dirty cum, you little wanker! Always remember who marked you here today!" I don't know where his cock landed, but I felt his twitching even more intensely. He let himself fall on top of me, his twitching intensified once more, and finally, I came too. Moaning, I lay beneath him and came without even touching my cock. After the last twitch, he stayed on top of me for a moment, only then did he pull his cock out. He slapped my ass and ruthlessly shoved his cock, smeared with cum and my blood, all the way down my throat. I gagged and tears welled up in my eyes, but he showed no mercy. "That was nice, you little wanker, but I have to go today. I'm going to have a smoke now, and then it would be good if you were gone!" he said in a dark voice. "My viruses are already finding their way into your body." I turned my head briefly and saw him pack up his cock. That was all I expected, because he actually left the truck afterward. I lay there for a moment, thinking about what had just happened. Then I gathered my things, got dressed, and left. Completely out of it, I got into my car and continued on toward home. Only later did I feel the juice slowly flowing out of me. I was getting horny again...

9x7 9UssyFFillaNYC looking to breed loose cummy pussy. Hosting in Manhattan M/FTM/F to the front. Long winded and multi cummer if that’s pussy is bomb.

20y.o. Guy 6ft 180 smooth body. With a bubble Butt that will take any cock any load. I started doing some sTff recently all because of a friend that introduced it to me. Him and I would watch porn. Smoke, and goon out to porn. Until one day, we are doing our usual routine when he says he's going to point me this time. I was so nervous but said f it. Do it. Before he did it he showed me to clean out and then when I was clean he threw me on the bed and spread my boy cheeks, and rimmed me. I started moaning and pushing my ass into his face. He was moaning too. This is 100% more than We normally do. Then he preps me to get the point. He says, after this you will be begging for cocks. I'm going to fuck you. It's going to hurt at first but tryst me you will be beginning for more. And BAM . I was flying My whole body was humming. I started coughing and felt like I was breathing in so much more Air. The then flipped me, spit on my hole and just shoved his 8in thick cock in my hole. I screamed out, but then moaned then the words out of my mouth were, fuck me hard. As it felt like an hour had pass, his cock felt harder and he grunted low grunts, and said, here Comes my hot sees boy. And his big balls slapped against my as He goes balls deep and I feel him shooting ropes of cum deep in me. He collapses on my back. We lay there in euphoric bliss for a lil bit. Until he cuffs each of my hands to the posts. And then my legs. So fast I couldn't stop him. “So stay here hahaha my brothers are coming to try you out.He"heres some water u will need it. “ as he puts it to my mouth I chug it cuz I was so thirsty.” Good finish it all. Hahaha He then walked away and as I lay there. For I don't know how long. I started feeling funny. As if I was drunk. Then I was super horny humping the bed I was on. Then randomly felt someone on the bed, I feel another gag me and blindfold me. I was so f Ed up I didn't care at this point. Until I felt a, at least 10 Inch cock just slide into me. I moaned loudly Then the gag came out and a cock went in. Throat fucking me. What Is happening…. End of part one.

Face down ass up is how I like my bottoms. Second favorite is hold their legs back and deep stroking till I release.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

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I’m a Bi CockSucker who has sucked hundreds of different cocks and can finally rest assured that I can suppress my gag reflex when taking a cock - sometimes nine inches or so - all the way down my throat without gagging (too much…lol). How did you guys learn to do that? For me, it just took *lots* of practice and intermittently holding my breath and breathing in through my nose when the cock head has withdrawn to my lips before the next thrust. Any thoughts on this? Suggestions?

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

I would have to agree with this. I pretty much only want it raw and I've never been on prep. "decided to continue fucking bare anyways" makes me think I like you.

Last time I was at a theater, and the piss boy wanted a drink, I did not get up, it was dark, we were alone, I had an empty cup, I just filled it up for him.

Hi I'm a Masculine married "str8" guy hung and normally sexually assertive, I've had a couple of bi encounters, but i desire to me roughly fucked and bred and made to submit and take cock and cum, I'm in the UK, am I in the right place? Forgot to say I've never been fucked by a guy before, fucked fem guys and had oral fun, but I would love switch

This is a good start to what could be a great story

Yeah so I have the genetic mutation that makes me highly resistant to retroviruses including HIV. I’ve been getting barebacked for almost 40 years and have been with dozens of guys who in hindsight were surely poz but didn’t get infected until last year. My doctor was as shocked as I was but the fact is that resistant doesn’t mean immune. There are some people who are even less susceptible and have a double dose of the same genetic mutation as me that are nearly impossible to get infected although the more rare strains seem to be more likely to make it past the resistance. I still haven’t gotten Covid but I managed to get HIV - although I wasn’t trying per se i certainly thought I was good to go without any concern about it after a lifetime of taking loads from at best questionable dick, I pressed my luck and got caught out there. Even at 99% effective, with condoms or prep or whatever else, there’s still that one percent chance. So if I took 1000 raw loads i should have anticipated that at least one would make it past my genetic resistance and I took that risk. I kinda feel like it was destiny but I did feel terrible having to tell the tops who’ve been breeding me to get checked. Fortunately all but one were on prep anyway but there was one who I had inadvertently potentially exposed who had to get tested etc and that wasn’t fun but worked out fine for him. anyway it’s a real thing and from my understanding it’s based on whether you’re the offspring of one (partial resistance) or two people (extremely high resistance) whose relatives survived actually having the plague due to the mutation and passed along the subsequent resistance.

and then went to a security guards office, he used to fuck me years ago but hasnt come in me for two years, he loved my cummy hole and shot a HUGE load into me, which leaked out on my way back to my office, ive never seen so much spunk ever dripping into my pants and all down my jeans leaving a huge wet spot.

Aching for a thick cock to breed me

Agreed. That said, it's sometimes useful to have separate terminology for different phases: A "fuck" = a load leaves the Top's balls, and gets pumped into the bottom's body. A "rut" = the Top "rutting" in the bottom's Hole - maybe for quite a while - but not pumping any load.

This has quickly become my favorite read on this forum. I love the controlled pace, the slide into ever and ever more darkness, and mostly, I love the air of tension and menace that's floating around. Like something is about to drop off a cliff into something more depraved than even the characters know. Fucking excellent writing.

I've always wanted to take a thirsty boy to the movies and midway through the flick go to the men's room and fill my drink cup with piss then come back and give it to him and make him drink it while watching the flick. Especially if its chem piss...

He briefly wrapped his cock, which was clearly visible in his pants. Then he washed his hands and disappeared outside. I did the same and followed him. Outside, we walked a bit until we reached his truck. He opened it, and we both disappeared into the cab. As soon as we were inside, he grabbed me, started kissing me, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. The kiss quickly became more dominant, and he freed his cock from his pants. Then he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, spat on me, and licked my face before slowly but firmly pushing me down. No words were needed; in the most comfortable position possible, I began to explore his cock with my tongue. First, I licked the shaft, then the balls. I took them one by one into my mouth, which made him moan. His grip around my throat showed me that he wanted more. He guided me to his cock, and I licked his horny, bulging head. It was a horny, big cock with truly delicious juice. Both of these things encouraged me to take it all the way into my mouth. I pleasured his cock with my mouth and tongue, faster and faster, harder, and more intensely. It made a smacking sound. It turned him on, too; he kept playing with his nipples and moaning, visibly for me. Every now and then, he stroked my head and praised me for the horny action, or even pushed his cock into my mouth. My pants were stretching, my cock was incredibly hard and wet. He begged to be released. But I couldn't really get close. I heard a brief, heavier moan as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He picked me up again, reached under my shirt, and kneaded my nipples, which made me tremble, then took it off. I looked deep into his eyes as he unzipped my pants and pulled them down with a yank. The friction of my cock as he released it made me moan. I had hopes for a hot fuck, which he emphasized by pushing me backward. He quickly took off my shoes and then immediately my pants and underwear. I lay naked in front of him. He briefly licked my nipples, then my cock. I flinched and moaned. He then pulled me up briefly, only to have me lie on my stomach right on the bunk. He spread my legs and cheeks, and spat on my hole. Again and again. Then a distinct, smacking slap on my slightly open hole. I moaned again, and he repeated it again. Then he pushed his thumb into my hole. When he noticed that I was still quite tight, he laughed slightly. "You'll always remember this day," he said with a grin.

Bareback and I was pretty young. He was older (40s?). Came in my virgin ass. He never even considered a condom. I kept it inside for hours. Didn't know I'd actually see his load when I finally used the bathroom. I was fascinated that all that came out of my ass was cum. There was a lot of it. I think he may have cum twice while fucking me.

Hey guys. I've spent quite some time here enjoying the stories and decided to add one of my own. It's based on my experiences and hope you like it. I walked up to the door knowing what I was in store for. I had been messaging him for a few weeks now and telling him my darkest desires. Over that time, I told him about how I wanted to give myself over. How I needed it. I wanted to be controlled…become a cuntboy. Yeah that’s right…a cuntboy. I remember the first time I heard someone call himself a pussyboy. It stuck with me; but yet, it wasn’t what I felt until I heard someone refer to their hole as a cunt. Yeah, a cunt…that was what it was. I wanted to be a cuntboy. I have to admit, there have been quite a few guys that were turned off once I mentioned it. I would bring it while messaging with Daddies who were interested in getting together as a sort of litmus test and most of the time that ended it. But this Daddy didn’t blink, so to speak, when I mentioned it during the first round of messages. In fact, he seemed more interested in meeting me after that. I told him what I was into…verbal, piss, tit torture, flogging, roleplay, spit, leather, rubber and control among others. He asked me if I had experienced Tina. I had quite a few times. It allowed me to give over to the pig in me. We continued messaging, including pics, for a week or so. Then came the day that he asked me if I was ready to meet. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately replied with a “Yes! When?” The next thing he did was send me his phone number. I grabbed my phone. I heard his deep voice. “Hello.” I hesitated then drew a breath. “Hello Daddy. It’s me, cuntboy.” He chuckled and I heard him smile. “Hi cuntboy. How are you? Can you be at my place in three hours? I just sent you the address. But first, you need to shave yourself down. I want your body smooth from the neck down. After that clean yourself out a couple of times and lube your cunt. I want you jock-strapped and ready to service me.” “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I had always kept myself trimmed so it wouldn’t be too much to completely shave myself down. “Good boy,” I’ll see you then. I was hesitant as I walked up to the door three hours later and knocked. I had prepared just as he ordered. I had shaved my cunt smooth and had cleaned myself out several times in preparation for his cum. As he opened the door, I saw him...my Daddy. As he stepped back, he stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed. He was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. I took in the sight of my Daddy...booted, wearing a leather harness and jockstrap. The four straps of his harness, two over his shoulders and two around his ribs were tightly wrapped around his muscular chest joined with a shiny metal ring in between his pecs. I noticed the straps around his ribs seem to push up his chest a bit showing off his pierced tits. His leather jockstrap was bursting at the seams from his cock and balls. His polished boots gleamed as the hallway light fell on them. The first words out of his mouth were, “Strip cuntboy. From now on, you’ll be ready for my cock at all times. Fold those clothes and put them next to the door on top of your shoes.” I kicked off my shoes and shivered as I pulled my t-shirt off. I didn’t know why; but I was nervous. As I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, he came up to me and held me tight. “It’s ok cuntboy, Daddy’s here. Now put those away. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” I neatly folded my jeans and t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and placed them in the corner of the entryway. As I turned around, I saw Daddy smile. A black leather collar was in his right hand. “Remember what you told me cuntboy?” “Yes, Daddy. I told you I loved the feeling of a tight collar around my neck.” As he walked toward me, I fell to my knees ready to accept what that collar meant. “You will be collared and jock-strapped while you are here. Understand boy? Every time you enter this house, you will strip down the minute you enter. I want your cunt ready to take my cock at all times. You will then kneel and wait for me to place this collar around your neck.” As he neared me, I saw a shiny metal tag on the collar. Daddy noticed my look. “That’s for you cuntboy. A tag so everyone will know what you are.” He held the tag in his left hand to show me. “It says cuntboy. I had it made after the first chat we had.” Then I felt it. The leather collar going against my neck, tightened and locked. “Daddy…I’m your fucking cuntboy,” I moaned. Daddy chuckled, “Now let me see my cuntboy. Stand up.” There I stood…legs apart, hands behind my back and my eyes down…32 years old, standing at 5’11”, 165 lbs. with short brown hair and green eyes awaiting his approval. My tits were pierced with silver rings that shone against my pecs. I wanted this so much but my cock stayed limp in my yellow SafeTGard jockstrap due to my nervousness. “Yellow huh? Good boy. Turn around and show me your cunt. Are you smooth?” I turned, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him approach. Suddenly, I felt his hands begin to inspect my cunt. His fingers neared my cunt lips as I began to get hard. I could feel my cock come alive as my cunt lips became sensitized to my Daddy’s touch. His fingers went lower and I felt him grab the two guiche rings and pull on them. I moaned again. Then he let go. “Good boy, you did a good job. And I see you’re getting relaxed. Your cock is growing. Very nice. But you know that you are to concentrate on my cock, right cuntboy? Your cock doesn’t matter.” “Yes, Daddy.” I responded as he smacked my ass cheeks and told me to stand straight. Daddy then attached a leash to my collar and pulled. “Come on boy. It’s time you service your Daddy.” There I was...a cuntboy collard and jock-strapped being led into the house by a leash. We walked through the house passing the living room and down the hall. As we walked, down the hallway, I shivered again for some unknown reason. “It’s ok cuntboy. Breathe deep. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Daddy reassured me. I felt my leash tighten as pulled me to him. Again, I felt his strong arms around me as his hands moved down to my cunt. As his fingers moved to my cunt lips and gently massaged them, I relaxed. “You’re doing fine boy. We’re almost there.” As we reached the door, Daddy stopped and looked at me. “Cuntboy, in this room you will always be safe. I will push your limits and there will be things that you may never have thought you’d do. In time, you will discover parts of yourself that you haven’t imagined.” Daddy opened the door and led me in. A red tinged light shown throughout a room painted a matte black on the walls and ceiling. The black vinyl flooring completed the color scheme of the room. The scent of leather, piss and cum from previous encounters filled the air as I took in the sights. Off to one corner I could see a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads. The glistening metal of the attached shower shots sparkled as they contrasted against the black tiles. Opposite that, lengths of chain shone from a leather sling hanging from the ceiling beams. Mirrors were placed on the walls and ceiling forming the sling’s corner of the to ensure both participants would see each other’s view as they fucked. Off to the side, play toys were lined up on shelves…whips, plugs, floggers, tit clamps, masks and such. Then there was the bed. A large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. From the frame and posts hung chains and cuffs ready to restrain at Daddy’s desire. A large flat-screen tv was mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon. Scenes of leather clad men fucking, sucking, pissing and fisting were playing…all reflecting what had gone on in this room. My cock had never been as hard as it rose above my jockstrap’s waistband and began to leak. I was in heaven. Daddy laughed as he noticed my pre-cum leaking and soaking my jock. He wiped his finger against my cockhead and brought it to his lips as he looked me in the eyes. I watched him wipe it on his lips as he said, “Go ahead cuntboy, taste yourself.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt his harness against my chest as our tit rings hit. My tongue went wild…licking and consuming the pre-cum mixed with my Daddy’s spit until it was gone. “OK boy. Let’s get started.” he laughed. Daddy led me by my leash over to the table next to the bed. On the table I could see a cut straw and some six white lines lined up. “I like it old school to begin,” he chuckled. “You first, cuntboy. I want you flying. I want your cunt to take over. We’ll have those to start with.” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I bent down, grabbed the straw, and snorted a line. As I straightened up, I felt the initial sting of the crystals hit my nasal membrane. “Another cuntboy,” Daddy ordered, “Now.” The second was a snap. I could feel my skin begin to tingle. All these feeling came rushing in. Suddenly, I could feel the warm hunger begin deep inside me as I watched my Daddy do a couple of lines. “How you feeling cuntboy?” he asked. The ache took over. “Fucking hot Daddy. I need cock!” I begged as my cunt began to ache. Daddy pulled down on my leash and forced me to my knees. “Ok, cuntboy. Enough for now. The night is young. Down on your knees. It’s time to service Daddy.” He pushed my face to his engorged jockstrap as I dropped to my knees. “Lick it cuntboy. Show me how much you need my cock.” I began licking the leather, feeling his cock pulse within the enclosed pouch as I took in the scent of piss and cum soaked leather. I moaned as the craving intensified in my cunt. I wanted to feel his cock inside me stretching out my cunt lips as he fucked me. I needed it…more than anything at the moment. I needed to feel his cum feeding my cunt. “That’s it cuntboy. Show me how much you want this. A cuntboy belongs between a man’s legs.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! I’m your fucking cuntboy. Fucking cum hungry cuntboy.” I moaned as I continued worshipping his leather clad cock as the Tina took over my body. “You ready for my cock, cuntboy?” he laughed. “Tell me. You want my cock?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I moaned as I continued feeling the outline of his cock through the leather with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulders and he pushed me back until my leash pulled tightly on my collar. I began to panic. I needed him. I needed his cock. Daddy saw the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry cuntboy.” He smiled as he pulled me up by my leash and led me back to the table, “You’’ll be servicing my cock but first let’s do another line. I want my cuntboy flying.” I quickly inhaled the line into me. As I was about to release the straw, an urge overcame me and I took the other one. Daddy laughed as he opened the drawer, pulled out a metal container. He removed a small bag and placed another line on the table. “Ah, my cuntboy is getting there. Good thing there’s more.” Daddy grabbed his leather clad bulge and squeezed...slowly removing the codpiece from his jock with both hands as I heard the snaps give way as he threw it aside. There it was…my Daddy’s thick cock jutting out. I stared at it as it pulsed…his PA rising and falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat as my mouth watered and my cunt ached…the thick veins on his shaft promising that my cunt lips would feel it as his cock entered my cunt. Then there were his balls…large and full of the cum I craved. “There it is cuntboy. Worship it. Show me you’re worthy of Daddy’s cock.” He demanded. I groaned loudly staring at my Daddy’s cock as I prepared for it to enter my mouth. I licked my lips and opened wide. I felt the metal ring, warm from my Daddy’s body, slide over my tongue as the shaft invaded my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly. As it continued down my throat, I willed my throat to expand and take it all. “Look at me cuntboy. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock.” Daddy ordered. “Blink twice to let me know you understand me and will obey.” I blinked twice knowing that I wanted to obey and serve my Daddy. His shaft continued entering as I began to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke and be able to keep his cock in me. I felt his hands holding my collar as I felt the root of his cock on my lips. I had my Daddy’s complete cock in me. I was Daddy’s cuntboy servicing his cock and surrounding it with my spit and slime. I was in heaven as my Daddy’s cock was pulsing down my throat. We stayed like that for a while…Daddy stroking my face and chin encouraging me. “Good cuntboy. Hold it. That’s a good boy. Breathe. Breathe. You can do it. Don’t suck...just keep it there. I’m gonna train you to keep my cock warm in your mouth all night long. In the morning, you’ll take my piss before releasing my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you cuntboy?” My eyes were fixed at his face. I wanted to let him know that I needed his fluids, his cum and piss in me. All the while, my cunt was radiating a desire and hunger. As I held his cock in my mouth, I could feel the hunger getting stronger and stronger…the need to be fed. “Now suck Daddy’s cock, boy. I know you want it.” I instinctively began to suck as I moaned. My tongue explored every inch of the cock I was allowed to worship...from the root...up past the pulsing veins...to the warm metal ring that topped his cock and back down. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around the thick root while my throat constricted around his cock. My spit worked to coat it for my hungry cunt. I pulled back and gently scraped my teeth along the shaft all the way to the head before grasping the ring with a tug and diving back down to repeat the worship of my Daddy’s cock. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly grab both sides of my head and I felt him forcibly push himself in and out of my mouth again and again. He began to fuck my face. “Relax that throat, cuntboy. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat and eagerly accepted my place as his cuntboy...an instrument to satisfy my Daddy’s lust. He gripped my head harder as he began to slow the thrusts but the intensity of them remained. I knew what was coming. I was craving it...his cum....his fluids. “Getting close boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be feeding that cunt of yours too. This is only the first feeding you’ll get tonight.” As he pulled out, he held my head firmly with his cockhead on my tongue. I felt his cock spasm and I began to milk his cock for all it was worth. “Fuck cuntboy! Take my cum!” Daddy yelled as the cum gushed into my mouth as I tried not to spill a drop. “Don’t swallow it boy!” he ordered, “Just hold it there for now.” I hesitated. I could taste the delicious cum. I wanted his cum and have it become a part of me. “Show me boy. Show Daddy how much cum you milked from his cock.” I began to open my mouth but felt the cum begin to spill out. I paused but then lifted my chin and I opened my mouth presenting the load of cum that I had received as I looked dutifully into his eyes. “Beautiful cuntboy...Now swallow. Taste your Daddy’s cum. Look at me.” Our eyes remained fixed as I swallowed. I felt the cum as it slid down my throat and I opened my mouth to show Daddy that I had taken all of it into me. “Good boy,” he laughed. “That was a great start. How’s that cunt of yours doing? Is it getting hungry?” My backside began to move rhythmically as he gently held my head. I couldn’t control it. My instincts had kicked in. “I see your cunt needs feeding.” Daddy laughed. “It won’t take long to get me ready to fuck you. But before that happens, I need my cuntboy to take my piss. I want you even more fucked up when you take my cock. But first, you need to clean my cock.” My mouth eagerly reached for his cock to devour the remains of his cum. My tongue worked his cock as he made encouraging sounds. Once he was satisfied that I had completed my duties, he released my head. As he pulled out, an emptiness overtook me. I longed to feel his entire shaft in my warm mouth and down my throat again. “Yeah cuntpig, time to feed on Daddy’s piss, but don’t swallow all of it boy.” Daddy’s veined cock glistened with my spit and throat slime as I kept my mouth open for his piss. I looked up into his eyes with a hunger as my mouth filled with the taste of his chemmed up piss and I swallowed but making sure I left some in my mouth at all times. When Daddy finished pissing, he pulled me up by my leash. “Give me some of that chem piss, boy.” Placing his lips to mine, I fed him the remaining chem piss. “How was that?” he asked, “You like my piss, cuntboy?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy!” I smiled as I wiped the remaining drops of his piss and spit from my lips with my hand and greedily licked it up. “Good, cause I’ll be feeding it to you every day. You’ll be my urinal from now on cuntboy. Now it’s time to see how hungry that cunt is.”

I seem to be striking out. I approached a hot, older, hairy bear at a club. We talked for a bit, he was polite, but he wasn't into it. When I got direct, he said he's partnered and only fools around with older men like him. Do you find that you're mostly attracted to guys who look like you? I suppose it might make sense that one grooms himself in the image of what he finds attractive. Reading this forum for me so excited. Everyone seems to want to fuck everyone, but that isn't my experience.

I'm usually on PrEp, but for the last year I've been traveling through Asia. After 3 months my PrEp supply ran out. I decided to continue fucking bare anyways. I came back home just recently and got a full STI screening and got back on PrEp. The only STI I got was chlamydia. Still HIV negative. Something I realized that a lot of the pleasure of barebacking is mental. When I was off PrEp, having raw sex with strangers felt more pleasurous and exciting. It's hard to describe, but sex haven't felt that good since I was a teenager. Some guys would ask if I was on PrEP (especially in Thailand), and I'd lie and say yes. Some even asked me to show them proof and I showed them my empty Truvada bottles. I estimate I must have barebacked around 300 different guys. And I believe only in Thailand and Vietnam PrEp is easily available. Thus, most of the guys I fucked were not on PrEp either. It was like old-school sex: two strangers exchanging fluids without any protection. I must highlight Japan regarding sex. Japan is a paradise for raw sex. The country is full of small cruise sex clubs and cruising spots all over the place. Japanese guys never wear or ask for condom (i.e., Korean and Taiwanese would always ask for my status before agreeing to raw sex). It is like if Japan is still in the 70s regarding sex culture and HIV and STI didn't exist.

I love to get fucked, especially if other men are watching. I have had mixed success attracting men to fuck me when I have worn a butt plug while lounging around the pool at a clothing optional gay resort when I had rented a cabin that featured a sling that was clearly visible by all the men around the swimming pool. I attracted a lot more men when I was kicking back in a sling located in a cruising area of the resort when it was later at night. As for nude beaches, I've only been fucked there once. I think that wearing the butt plug while I was parading up and down the beach got their attention, but, as I said, I'v only been fucked once in that scenario.

BAREBACK!!!! He pounded the fuck out of me and then unloaded his huge load. He also let me fuck him that night. So hot!

Bareback, of course! It would be tragic to ruin your first experience. For most guys it will just happen, but for guys who plan and want to stay safe there is always PrEP. Another option, however, is to find a medicated, undetectable poz top. Supersafe, yet also giving you a pozzing experience to get you started down the right track.

It was another one of those annoying highway drives after a meeting. I'd gotten up early, and the day itself had been quite exhausting. I was slowly starting to feel a bit tired; it was still a long way to go until home. A bit lost in thought, I thought about my first sexual experiences with Peter, the chance date in the park... My concentration was gone. On a whim, I pulled over to the next rest stop. It was typically German, with the charm of the 80s or 90s, uninviting, and certainly significantly overpriced. I parked my car quite close to the restaurant and entered. I was greeted by the smell of old French fry grease and coffee; otherwise, it was rather "rustic." Not exactly inviting. No matter. I just wanted to take a short break before moving on. A coffee and then on home, where a comfortable couch and my girlfriend would be waiting for me. No sooner said than done. Minutes later, I was sitting alone at a table with my coffee. There was only moderate activity around me: a few couples, a few families, and the occasional single woman or man. Everyone seemed to be in their own world, some of them clearly irritated or stressed. At 36 years old and with a bit of a belly at 175 cm, alone and without a business attire, I didn't really fit in with the current clientele. But no matter, it was only a short break, and no one was really interested in me. I drank a coffee, looked around a bit, checked a few emails, and read 2-3 short articles, and then headed out. Shortly before leaving the restaurant, I decided to stop by the restrooms. Coffee, as we all know, is a powerful stimulant. A quick two flights of stairs, and then I found myself in front of the usual turnstile. I rummaged through my wallet to find the right amount of money. Inside, there was practically nothing going on; I stood alone in front of the urinal. At least they had put a little more effort into the design and cleanliness here. With a little light background noise, I let the stream flow freely. I initially ignored a man standing next to me, only when my pressure eased a bit did I look aside, embarrassed. I guessed he was in his early to mid-50s; he had a noticeable belly, which was hidden in a checked shirt and jeans. Not the kind of person who would raise questions about sympathy or desire. My glance wasn't surreptitious enough, or perhaps we had different intentions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man next to me comfortably holding his not exactly slender cock. At first glance, it wasn't stiff, but it was already slightly thicker and firmer. I must have been careless, because at some point the man next to me looked directly at me. Out of sheer curiosity, I stopped without relieving myself or putting my penis away. On top of that, the whole thing hadn't left me completely unmoved, which I only now realized. I heard a distinct cough. As I deliberately looked over, our eyes met briefly. Then I noticed the other guy openly jerking his cock; it was now significantly larger and slightly wet. I was captivated by the sight, my cock reacting immediately. The guy next to me looked around briefly for reassurance, then turned to me. He presented me with his hard, dripping cock without any fear. I deliberately looked over, and somehow, a furtive glance from me... We were still alone. I bent down a little, freed the head of my cock, and licked it briefly. What I tasted was hot, and probably not just for me. I was grabbed with both hands and the cock was pushed further into my mouth. It was a bit dangerous, yet also hot. I licked and tasted the cock briefly before it was taken away from me. I looked at the guy, who in turn briefly looked me over. "I have my truck parked around the corner. If you want to?!" he said to me in a dark voice. He played with his cock seductively. My mind shut down. I didn't need to say anything.

If he shot 4 loads then yes but if just one load thats jus one fuck

Part IX: Nico’s POV Moses and I pass the pipe back and forth. Slow. Still. Satisfied. Moses takes a hit—deep, slow. Holds it. Exhales a long stream of smoke toward the ceiling, like it means something. Like it seals something. “He didn’t move,” he says, eyes locked on Cole. I take the pipe from him. Torch it. Inhale until it burns. “Didn’t have to.” I exhale toward the rug. “He’s not supposed to.” Cole’s body glows in the low light. Still bent. Still leaking. Still open like a wound. Moses watches him—eyes sharp, amused. “You think he knows what we did to him?” “I think he wanted not to.” I pass the pipe back. Moses hits it again, deeper this time. “Think we went too far?” I glance at him. Let the silence hang. “Do you feel bad?” He exhales with a snort. Shakes his head. “Fuck no.” Then he laughs—low and mean. “I feel great.” His smile is real now. Not soft. Not reflective. Just pure satisfaction. “He wanted to be used,” he adds, voice flat. “So we used him.” I reach for the pipe. “You think he knows how wrecked he is?” Moses shrugs. “Maybe. Not sure it matters anymore.” We both look at him. Cole. Bent over like a discarded offering. Cum still dripping from his hole, drying on his thighs. The rug beneath him soaked and shining. Moses grins. “We made him into something better.” I nod slowly. Torch the bowl again. Hold it. Let the heat settle in my chest. But the pressure in my gut keeps climbing. I shift. “Shit,” I mutter, stretching my back. “I gotta piss.” I turn toward the hallway on instinct. But Moses—gaze still fixed on Cole—doesn’t even blink. “Don’t waste it,” he says. I pause. “What?” He tilts his head toward Cole. “Do it in him.” My cock twitches. This isn’t sex anymore. It’s a rite. I step between Cole’s legs again. Kneel. His hole’s still open, still glossy, still leaking. I press two fingers in—slow, casual. His body takes them like it’s second nature. “You hear that, tiny?” I murmur. “You’re not done yet.” He moans. Barely. Just a sound. No words. Maybe no awareness. Doesn’t matter. I guide my cock back to him. Tip first. Then deeper. The slide is smooth. Too easy. He doesn’t flinch. I settle all the way in. And I let go. The piss hits fast—hot, almost burning—coating the inside of him, mixing with cum already filling him to the edge. My whole body slackens as it pours out of me, long and steady. The sound is obscene. Wet. Echoing. Real. But underneath it? Something quiet. Peaceful. Moses doesn’t speak. Just watches. Pipe glowing between his fingers. “Look at him take it,” I murmur. It overflows. Trickles out around me. Soaks his thighs. Stains the rug. He stays still. Shuddering. Not from protest. But from completion. Like this is the final act he was made for. When I’m empty, I pull out slow. The gush that follows is heavy. Warm. Endless. Piss. Cum. All of it spilling back out of him in one final offering. Ruined. Perfect. Holy. ⸻ Part X: Moses’ POV Cole hasn’t moved in twenty minutes. He’s curled on the rug, knees tucked slightly in, ass still leaking, mouth parted in that perfect post-T daze. His eyes half-lidded. Glassy. Pupils wide. There’s drool on the corner of his mouth and cum drying down his thigh. We left a pipe on the table next to him. He’s close enough to reach it. He hasn’t tried. I’m on the couch. Nico’s beside me, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, packing a fresh pipe like it’s a meditative ritual. The room smells like sweat, smoke, and sex. The music’s something ambient—slow, pulsing, background filth. I glance at my phone. Notifications. Missed calls. Low balance. “I need money,” I mutter. Nico doesn’t even look up. “Yeah?” “Rent’s late. Cards are tapped. Shit’s tight.” He snorts. Finishes torching the bowl. Then: “We’ve got product.” I turn toward him. Raise an eyebrow. He nods toward the rug. “Right there.” I follow his gaze. Cole. Ruined, compliant, perfect. I look at him—really look. Hair damp. Breathing shallow. Holes loose and used and wet. “You think he’d…” I don’t even finish. Nico chuckles. “I don’t think the faggot has much of a choice.” He takes a hit. Passes it to me. I inhale. Let it fill my chest. Let the idea bloom. Selling my brother. Letting others use what we just broke in. Might’ve shocked me a few hours ago. Now? It makes sense. ⸻ The first thing we do is get him off the rug. He’s beautiful there, sure—curled and leaking, breath soft, spine loose—but rugs aren’t built for business. No lighting. No angle. No presence. Nico grabs him under the arms. I lift the legs. He doesn’t resist—just makes a little noise, like a sigh laced with want, and lets us carry him like a doll. The hallway’s dark. My bedroom is cleaner. Not by much—but enough. White sheets. Dim lamp. No clutter. We lay him down in the center of the bed, on his back, legs slightly parted. His head lolls to the side. His lips are still red. His thighs are still damp. He looks ready. But not finished. “We should dress him up a little,” Nico says. “How?” He grins. “Not like, clothes. Just… accessories. Make him look offered.” I nod. Get it immediately. I go to the drawer. Pull the basics: The collar. Black leather. Simple buckle. No tag—yet. A ball-stretcher. Heavier than it looks. One of my rings. Thick silver. I slide it onto Cole’s pinky just because. I find the wipes. We clean his thighs, wipe the cum and piss streaks, but we don’t close him up. That’s part of the pitch. He’s still dripping. Still open. The smell of sex in the room isn’t a problem—it’s marketing. Nico finishes wrapping his cock in the stretcher. Not tight. Just firm enough that it looks full, needy. “Gonna redose him?” he asks. I tilt my head. “He’s already floating, but he could float higher.” “Fuck yeah he can,” Nico says. One more dose of G, light and clean, right up inside him with a slim syringe. He moans when it slides in—his hips twitch, his hole flutters. His cock starts to rise again, half-chubbed, twitching inside the wrap. He’s ready now. Fully. Nico and I step back. Look him over. “You’d pay for that?” I ask. He smirks. “Fuck yeah I would.” Then he pulls out his phone. Starts scrolling. I sit at the edge of the bed, one hand on Cole’s thigh, thumb brushing the soft rise of his inner leg. His skin’s warm. His breath steady. His body open like a locked door pried from its hinges. Nico’s voice is casual when he speaks. “I’ve got a guy. High-roller. Buys T from me on the regular. Told me once he likes his holes trained and high during a smoke sesh.” “How fast?” “Thirty minutes. Maybe less.” He makes the call. Cole murmurs something under his breath. I lean in. “What was that?” He shifts. His voice is small. Slurred. Faint. “Wanna be good.” I smile. “You already are.” ⸻ The knock comes twenty minutes later. Two short. One long. Nico doesn’t flinch. He slides his phone into his back pocket, walks to the door like it’s nothing. I stay in the bedroom with Cole. He hasn’t moved much. Still on his back. Still open. Chest rising slow. Pupils blown. Collar snug around his neck, cock half-hard inside the stretcher. He moaned once when I brushed him gaping hole with my thumb. I hear the door open. Low voices. A deeper one—clipped, measured, not emotional. Then footsteps. The bedroom door pushes open. Nico leads the man in. Doesn’t say his name. Doesn’t need to. The client is tall, sharp-shouldered, maybe late forties. Black coat. Dark jeans. No jewelry. Pale hands. Clean nails. Not flashy—just clean. That quiet type you can’t quite read. Sadist, definitely. One of those guys who doesn’t speak much because he knows the weight of his silence does more. He walks in and looks at the bed. At Cole. Just stares. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t speak. His head tilts slightly. His nostrils flare—taking in the scent of sex and sweat and T in the air. Then he finally says: “Turn him.” His voice is soft. Nico and I move in unison. We roll Cole to his side, then onto his stomach. Arms slack. Ass in the air. His legs shift reflexively—subconsciously spreading. His hole, still slick, glistens under the lamp. The client breathes in once. Deep. Then reaches into his coat pocket. Pulls out a thick money clip. Black elastic band around a fat stack of crisp bills. No hesitation. He tosses it on the nightstand. “That should cover it.” I don’t count it. I don’t have to. He hasn’t stopped looking at Cole. I step back. Nico pulls the chair from the corner closer to the bed. We both sit—one on either side—framing the scene. The client shrugs out of his coat. He lays it across the arm of the chair without care. I pass the pipe to Nico like it’s popcorn. He lights it. Hits it. Passes it to me. I take it deep. Exhale slow. I look over at Cole. Still pliant. Still unaware of what’s coming. “Say something for our guest,” I murmur. Cole stirs. “Thank you for coming,” he slurs. The client doesn’t smile. But he steps forward. Runs a hand down Cole’s back. Then he cups Cole’s ass. Spreads him. Just an inch. Just enough. “I like when they’re already used,” he says quietly. “He’s full of us,” Nico says. The client glances at him. Nods once. I take another hit. The client pulls out a small silver ring from his pocket—thin, cold, polished. Not jewelry. A tool. He hooks it around his finger and traces it down the center of Cole’s spine. Watching the goosebumps rise. Then he runs a thumb down Cole’s crack. Finds the rim. Rubs it. Pushes—not in, just pressure. Cole exhales. A long, low moan. “How much?” the client asks. “For what?” Nico replies, grinning. The client lifts his gaze. Flat. “To do what I want.” I don’t blink. “That was the deal.” He nods once. The client climbs onto the bed, not on top of Cole—beside him. Close enough to touch. Not enough to claim. He studies him. Like an object. Like a prize behind glass. “Age?” Nico answers. “Freshly 18.” “Experience?” “First night.” The client’s eyebrows twitch. Slight. Almost a smirk. But not quite. He drags a single finger down Cole’s back. Pauses just above his ass. “He been fisted?” “Not yet,” I say. “But he’s ready.” He hums. Nods slightly. Thumb presses the bruised skin of Cole’s inner thigh. “G or T?” “Both,” Nico says, handing me the pipe again. “We dosed him maybe forty minutes ago. Boofed G. Torched the T. Still floating.” The client doesn’t speak. He reaches down and gently spreads Cole again—two fingers pulling him wide, slow. My cum. Nico’s. Still there somehow. Still dripping. He watches it slide out like he’s checking engine oil. The client brushes hair from Cole’s forehead. Lifts an eyelid with his thumb. Checks his pupils. “Sedated, but responsive,” he says. He slaps Cole gently across the cheek. Cole moans. Turns his head toward the contact. “Good boy,” the client says softly. “What’s the max session time?” “Two hours uninterrupted,” Nico answers. “Aftercare?” I shrug. “Optional.” He nods. Then: “Clean his mouth. Want it ready.” I move. I take a wet rag from the drawer, fold it, wipe gently along Cole’s lips. His mouth opens slightly, pliant. I slip two fingers inside. Press down on his tongue. He moans and sucks like it’s instinct. The client watches. Silent. Cole’s mouth is clean now. Glossy with spit. Lips pink. Soft and swollen. I keep my fingers resting against his bottom lip while he breathes around them—slow, shallow, rhythmic. He takes the edge of Cole’s jaw between two fingers and tilts his head. Examining. Not admiring. “Teeth?” I slide my fingers out. Use both hands to pry his mouth open. Gently. No resistance. He blinks up at me, high and warm and good. “Say ‘ahh,’ baby.” Cole does. The sound comes out thin. The client leans in slightly, inspecting the inside of his mouth like a mechanic checking hoses. “Position?” he asks. “Dealer’s choice,” Nico says, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “He’ll bend.” “Have him ask,” he says. I raise an eyebrow. “Ask what?” “For use.” I nod once. Lean down. Palm the side of Cole’s face. “Cole,” I murmur. “Tell him what you want.” He blinks slow. The client stands, arms folded. Cole turns his head slightly, mouth heavy, voice dreamy. “Please, use me.” The client raises one eyebrow. Still doesn’t speak. Just starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the leather sliding free is loud in the quiet. “Bring his head to the edge of the bed” he says. I move instantly, helping Cole shift, turning his body gently, guiding him. He trembles slightly, spine slack, arms resting at his sides. He doesn’t lift his head. He doesn’t need to. The client stands in front of him now. Zipper down. Slacks open. Not out yet. He just watches Cole breathe in the scent of the fabric. Watches the shift in his posture. Like a dog recognizing his leash. Nico leans forward. “He’s not gonna gag,” he says. “But if you want him to—he’s good at that too.” The client gives the faintest nod. Then, finally: “Open.” Cole’s mouth falls open instantly. Waiting. The client doesn’t move yet. He just looks at him. Nico passes him the pipe, offering it to him. He lights the bowl. Torches it perfectly. Inhales. Exhales. No words yet. Then—without ceremony—he reaches down, slides his cock free from his briefs, and lets it rest on Cole’s lower lip. No thrust. No grab. Just contact. It’s a good size cock. Not as big as Nico’s or mine. But still uncut, and thick as a beer can. His lips close gently around the tip—not sucking, not moving—just receiving. His eyes are still low, unfocused. His tongue presses up slightly, like he’s remembering how. The client stays still. No reaction. He doesn’t thrust. He doesn’t instruct. He simply observes the connection, like a man watching a flame take hold at the end of a long fuse. Nico exhales a breath beside me. “He’s warmer inside.” The client slides forward an inch. Just the head slipping in. Cole closes his lips more firmly now. His jaw relaxes—trained. Familiar. “Tongue,” the client says. Cole obeys instantly—pressing the underside of his tongue along the client’s shaft, curling it slightly. It’s subtle. Skilled. Enough to show he knows what he is. The client hums. Approving. Then, finally, he begins to move. Each push forward is shallow. Controlled. Less about getting off and more about testing limits. Cole adapts with every inch. No gag. No flinch. His mouth accepts the invasion like he was made for it. “Did he train for this?” the client asks. “No,” I say. “Natural.” He smiles. It’s small. Tight. But it’s real. He pushes in deeper now. Cole breathes through his nose—soft little huffs. I can see the concentration on his face. The quiet submission. The joy of it, even through the haze. The client pulls back slowly, cock wet and shining. Then slaps it lightly across Cole’s cheek. One. Two. Gentle taps. “Good boy,” he says softly. Cole moans. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. Then the client grips the back of Cole’s head with one hand. Doesn’t thread fingers through his hair. Doesn’t pet him. Just holds—like stabilizing a vise. He pushes in. Not gentle now. The head pops past Cole’s tongue and into the throat. The rhythm starts slow but deeper this time—intentional penetration, not oral play. Not for Cole’s pleasure. Not even for his own. Just to test endurance. Cole doesn’t gag. He moans, just barely—a little muffled sound around the shaft now pushing further with every pass. The client breathes evenly. In. Out. One hand steady at the back of Cole’s skull. The other at his side. Not using leverage. Just standing still while his cock uses the shape of Cole’s throat like a precision tool. I feel Nico lean toward me. Low voice, near my ear. “Fuck, he’s really taking it.” I don’t look at him. Just exhale slowly. “Told you he was good for it.” The client adjusts slightly. Hips closer. Now the strokes go all the way in—base of his cock pressing against Cole’s lips. Each thrust followed by a slow pullback. The sound is wet. Tight. Every few seconds, Cole lets out a tiny breath around the seal in his throat. The client starts to fuck his throat faster. Not rough—just more rhythm. More purpose. Cole’s arms stay limp at his sides. Drool slipping from the corners of his mouth between strokes. His body rocks slightly with each impact. But he doesn’t resist. He knows this is the job. The client groans quietly. Not theatrical. Just pleased. He glances down—just once—to watch Cole’s lips stretch around the base. Then pulls out. A thread of spit and pre-cum trails from Cole’s mouth to the head of his cock. He lets it fall. Slaps his cock gently across Cole’s tongue again. Left cheek. Right. Then taps the tip on his bottom lip like knocking at a door. “Fuck,” Nico whispers. “He doesn’t even flinch.” I smirk. “He knows better.” Cole licks his lips. Moans softly. Still not speaking. Still offering. The client steps back. He looks down at him—mouth hanging open, glistening with spit and slick—and then he turns to me and Nico like he’s been watching a product demo and is ready to customize the next stage. “Face down,” he says. Not to Cole. To me. I nod. Stand. Move to the bed. Grip Cole by the shoulders and slowly roll him onto his stomach—legs falling open on their own. He’s leaking again. The client turns slightly toward Nico. “I want him spread. Properly.” Nico doesn’t hesitate. He grabs each ankle and pushes them wide. Adjusts Cole’s thighs. Folds a pillow under his hips. Then takes two fingers and spreads Cole’s hole open again. Pink. Wet. Unclenched. “How’s that?” Nico asks. The client hums. “More. Make him display.” Nico leans in. Spits. Drags his thumbs wider, until the skin pulls taut and the hole gapes softly. I glance at the client. His expression is still blank. But his cock twitches. The client moves between his legs. Palms his cock. Lines it up. Pauses. “Talk while I take him,” he says. Still not looking at Cole. Looking at us. “I want to hear what you think of what you made.” Nico lets out a low breath. Smiles. “With pleasure.” The client pushes in slow. One long, controlled stroke. His cock disappears into Cole’s hole without resistance. Cole doesn’t cry out. He exhales. Soft. Ragged. Nico lights the pipe again. Inhales slow. Passes it to me without a word. I take a hit. The warm slide of T burns smooth behind my ribs. My cock’s still heavy. Hard again. But I don’t touch it. I watch. The rhythm picks up slightly—soft slaps of the client’s hips against Cole’s ass. No rush. Just depth. “You see that?” Nico murmurs. He’s crouched at the edge of the bed, near Cole’s shoulder. Watching the way Cole’s body folds around the client’s cock. “Doesn’t even fight it anymore.” “He likes it,” I reply, voice low. I lean forward. Wipe drool from Cole’s bottom lip with my thumb. “He gets high off being used.” The client thrusts deeper. Cole lets out a noise—half-moan, half-choke. Doesn’t close his mouth. Nico grins. “You think he even remembers his name anymore?” “Doesn’t matter.” I tap his cheek. Gently. “You’re not Cole right now, are you?” He twitches. Whimpers. “You’re just a hole.” The client hums under his breath. Pushes in harder. The next thrust goes deeper. I see Cole’s hands tighten into loose fists. His spine arches subtly. His mouth stays open—but now he’s panting. I cradle Cole’s jaw. Thumb resting against his tongue. “Say something, baby.” He tries. Fails. Just a wet moan. I stroke his cheek. “That’s good enough.” The client leans in now, pressing his chest over Cole’s back, one hand planted on either side of his body, fucking him harder. Brutally now. Each thrust sounds wet now. Loud. Nico takes another hit. Offers it to me. I take the pipe. Light it. Inhale. And exhale a thick cloud directly into Cole’s face. The client’s rhythm speeds up. His breath shifts. Closer now. He growls something under his breath—words we don’t catch. Then he buries himself. One long exhale. One loud growl. And we know. When he pulls out, Cole stays arched. I sit forward. Slide my hand between his legs. “You feel that?” I ask him. He shudders. “That’s three loads tonight, baby brother.” Nico steps in beside me. ”And many more to go."

Went to the “gay beach” in the weekend. When I got there I saw a muscular shorter dude at the back of the beach, where the trail leads into the bushes. He was wearing a speedo and a sun hat. I saw that he saw me and I headed right down the trail into the bushes. He followed me right away. I rolled out my towel and stripped off, to get some “sun”. He walked up and took off his speedo, I grabbed my lube and lubed up his hard cock and my hole. The trees were great to brace against. He hammered my hole for a minute and then slowed down and gave me a reach around for thirty seconds and then got back to the hammering. He alternate hard then slow, hard then slow. After five minutes I looked back and told him it was ok to blow his load. He hammered me for another thirty seconds and then stopped and I could feel his hard cock pulsing deep in my ass. I then walked down onto the beach and lay in the sun for a bit.

nothing is more personal or intimate that another male can share then his sperm load. Getting to anally take his cum or taste his warm essence on your tongue before you swallow him down is an unmatched mental high

Naill's pace was still as steady as it had been but by now he was beginning to sweat. The T, the heat of the room, the energy he was exerting, all adding to his perspiration. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the man he was mounting. "Fuck, you're beautiful" he moaned, "such a sexy body and hot ass." Niall turned and kissed the legs resting on his shoulders, running his tongue up and down the shins. Suddenly he grabbed Dave's right foot, brought it to his face and kissed the sole before sucking the toes. Looking down at the young man beneath him Niall was in no doubt he made the right call when he decided to make a move. Dave's hole felt so tight and warm as it squeezed his cock when he thrust. The boy was breathing heavily but Niall kept reassuring him how much of a tough man he was, "takes a real man to take it" he repeated, "good lad, you're a natural". Dave loved the praise he was getting from Niall, it made him feel special. He was so spun and horny, all he wanted was to make Niall feel good, to impress the older man. "Fuck!", he moaned fixing his eyes on Niall who was now increasing the pace and tempo of his thrusts. All he could think was, "God, I could ride this whore all night". Both men were now visibly wet from sweating, Niall was relentless in his pounding of Dave's hole, he was becoming more and more aggressive as he kept his apprentice pinned down beneath him. Dave was clearly on board at this point so Dave was able to really let loose. "Yeah, that's it boy, you take cock so well, gonna train you up properly". Looking up Dave could see drops of perspiration steadily drip from Niall's hairy torso, feeling them as they landed on his own smooth, moist skin. The high he felt was amazing, seeing the stud he admired looking down at him with an animal lust, no woman had ever made him feel this way. As Niall was now jackhammering into him Dave was starting to feel a bit more discomfort, "Aghhh, slow down he pleaded". Niall had no time for this, he moved his hands, his left moving on top of the younger man's chest while his right made its way to his throat, "Shhh, don't worry buddy, you'll be okay, you're a big strong boy. You can take it". "Oh yeah boy, you're so fucking sexy", Niall was moaning and breathing heavily now, he was close. Dave was taking slow, quick breaths, the hand around his throat making it difficult to fully catch his breath as his hands grasped the cushions under him. "Niall, man please, slow down" he managed to get out in between gasps. His words fell on deaf ears, Naill's eyes were blank, staring down on Dave, he was completely lost to horniness now, his teeth were gritted and sweat was flowing down his face, "Oh god you're so sexy, I'm so close". His breathing became shallower and this thrusts almost violent as he was reaching his finale. The room was near silent, Tommo watched wordlessly now, slowly stroking, the only sounds were Dave's groans and skin slapping skins as Niall moved back and forth into his younger apprentice. "Shit, I'm gonna blow", Dave's eyes widened, he suddenly sobered up realizing he hadn't considered the endgame of what he had gotten into. Niall's movements suddenly slowed but became harder as he neared his climax, his grip on Dave's throat tightened, preventing the nineteen year old from begging him to pull out. "Oh fuck" escaped Niall's lips as he blew. He stood rigid as his cock spasmed; multiple shots erupted into the apprentice's guts, filling him up. Niall fell on top of Dave, his head landing on his apprentice's shoulder, his cock still half hard, still inside the younger lad. Both men were breathing hard, Niall exhausted from his efforts, Dave in shock at taking another man's load inside him. Niall turned his head as he was catching his breath, "Fuck" he gasped, "not shot like that in a long time". With that he started nuzzling Dave's neck slowly bringing his lips to it, kissing it. This continued for some time as he alternated between kissing the younger lad and whispering praise to him, "You're such a good fuck", kiss, "Can't believe how well you take cock", kiss, "I'm so glad I got you over", kiss, "Don't worry buddy, I'm gonna take care of you", kiss. Dave was in a daze, he could hear Niall speaking, feel his lips on his neck, the older man's hands on his body, the cock inside him, feeling less full as it softened. His own cock was trapped up against Niall's stomach, still soft from the T but his horniness was real. His mind was cloudy, he knew he liked what had happened but at the same time he felt he shouldn't have. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Dave, finally recovered enough, rose himself up and out of the man lying beneath him on couch. Stepping back Niall gave Dave another look, "God, what a sexy little fucker" he thought as the other man lay there, sweat drenched, cum slowly dripping from his ass. He turned to Tommo, "right, I need a break" he declared, gonna have a shower and a quick lie down. Need to recharge". Dave was regaining his awareness by now, he watched Niall's hairy ass exiting the room and began to sit up. "Oi, Oi, whatta boy", Dave turned his head, suddenly aware that he had forgotten about Tommo. "Alright Davey boy, my turn" Tommo said, giving Dave a wink while licking his lips.

Part 7 After Bobby's orgasm ended Shaun pulled out the big dildo he had just shoved into Bobby and told him to watch. Bobby sucked the smaller dildo that had been in his boyhole as he watched Shaun lube up the big dildo with stranger's cum as Shaun told him that he loved knowing that a man's cum was going in his hole and he didn't even know who's cum it was. Maybe it was a white guy or black guy, maybe a young twink or some grandpa, maybe a muscle stud or maybe a big fat hairy smelly guy and he pushed the big dildo back in his own hole. He asked Bobby who's cum he wanted in his hole and Bobby said Eric's cum he wanted most of all but that he wanted Shaun's too. Shaun told him that starting on his birthday tomorrow he'd likely get both of there's everyday but if he was staying here he'd get a lot more than that and then he gave him a rubber full of cum and told him to put the smaller dildo back in his boyhole using the cum as lube. As Bobby pushed the cummy dildo into his hole Shaun gave him another rubber and told him to suck on it. Bobby was using one hand to fuck his chemmed up hole and was rubbing his belly with his other and was sucking on the dirty full rubber. Shaun told him that he was tasting some stranger's ass but that no one would ever taste his the same way. Because no rubber covered cock was allowed to ever enter his hole. Some guys are afraid of other guy's cum but he shouldn't be. As he spoke he poured the cum from three rubbers into a glass. Shaun told him to rip open the rubber in his mouth and to dump it into his mouth but not to swallow it. As Bobby did that Shaun removed the smaller dildo and lifted his brothers legs and pushed them back towards his head and had the boy hold them. Shaun pushed a small funnel into Bobby's hole and lifted the glass up. As he poured all the cum into Bobby he told him to swallow and then he pushed the dildo back in the now very cummy hole. "Why do you think some guy's are afraid of the cum that is now at home in your little bum? " "They're afraid of getting a STD" "Bobby aren't you afraid of catching something?" "Since you and Eric are in charge I know that if you let me catch anything that you'll take care of me." "And in just 24 hours you've gone from my innocent straight little brother to be a slave boy cumdump?" "I've never been straight and since I was 12 I dreamed of being a boy to a big strong man like Eric, oh and you too" "You're really taken by Eric?" "Three years ago a big strong handsome black man like Eric moved into the old Russell house and I've dreamed about being his boy every night that first year. Eric could be his younger brother."

Part 2 I could feel the man’s chest hair against my back, and a considerable bulge nestling between my flexing ass cheeks, he kissed my neck. “You enjoying my boy’s hole?” “He’s got a sweet ass,” I replied as I continued to pound the blonde mercilessly. The man moved his hands from my hips to tweak my nipples as he whispered in my ear, “Two weeks ago this hot bottom was a condoms only bitch, now he’s begging for loads. You know what did that?” “What?” “One thick load from my cock.” He pulled me tight to him and used his hand to turn my face to the side. I caught a glimpse of a strong handsome scruffy face before he planted a rough kiss on my lips. I kissed him back. One of his hands remained at my chin keeping my face turned to his as the other roved over my young furry body, and all the while I kept pounding my meat into the whimpering bottom before me. Eventually his hands returned to my hips and he broke away from the kiss. I studied his dark eyes and strong jaw as best I could looking over my shoulder. “Don’t cum in him yet,” he commanded, “I want to make sure you give him a nice big load.” With that he sunk to his knees behind me and his hands moved from my hips to my ass. As I continued to fuck his boy he spread my ass cheeks a little and licked up my crack. Though I was strictly a top at the time I had been rimmed a few times before and I knew that it felt amazing. Maybe that’s why I let him spread my ass and start working my hole open as only a top can, or perhaps it was because this man seemed to for some reason give off an air that made you want to please him. I bottomed out in the boy and leaned forward allowing him to spread my cheeks a little further and as I rocked my cock of the bottom I felt his tongue for the first time slip past my sphincter. Noting had ever been up my ass not even my little finger, and so I gasped with astonishment as I felt this man’s tongue dart inside of me for moment. I had always thought that it would hurt to have something inside of my ass but the tip of his tongue had felt like heaven, it was intoxicating. I slowed down my fucking of the blonde still impaled on my cock and stuck my ass out a little further allowing the man behind me better access to my hole. He gripped my ass cheeks tightly and spread my hole, his tongue making more and more regular forays into my hole. I whimpered. His tongue felt so good pressing into my hole, I acted on instinct not knowing the change that was coming over me as I let go of the sling chains and grabbed my own ass cheeks trying give the mad kneeling behind me still better access. The bottom I was now practically laying on top of with my cock still buried in his cum dripping hole smiled at me and leaned up a little bit to kiss me. “Tony eats ass better then anyone, doesn’t he?” I just gasped in response as something new pressed against my hole. The bottom wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight to his smooth chest as I felt my hole being further invaded, the mad behind me was sliding his index finger inside of my virgin hole. The words “I’m a top,” formed in my head but died on my lips as his finger began to slide slowly in and out of my hole. “He’s fingering you isn’t he?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Do you want him to stop?” “No.” “Have you ever had anything inside your hole before?” “No, I’m a virgin.” “Do you want more?” “Yes.” “Right answer boy,” Tony replied pulling his mouth off my hole for a moment. “You want Tony to stuff another finger in your hole?” I paused for a moment relishing the feeling of his one finger sliding in and out of my hole but not sure if I could handle another, but as his finger slid back inside my cock gave a powerful throb and the blonde boy laughed a little. “Your cock seems to have just answered for you. Stretch him out Tony, this boy’s not just a top any more.”