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Part 2 I laid back on the bed, out of breath and covered in cum. I had just had one of the best wanks I ever had and, not only that, I had shot probably the biggest load of my whole life. I was feeling reflective as I cleaned myself up, showered and then cleaned and put away the dildo. What was I thinking? It was madness to want to have unprotected sex with Aidan, a guy who was not only HIV positive but not on any meds. I couldn't do that to Ryan - and I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind. I knew that was absolutely the right thing to do, but I also knew it wasn't going to be easy. There was something about Aidan that just made me want to pull my pants down and bend over for him - however risky that may be - and I have to admit that I found it hard to get him out of my mind. I was still wanking every opportunity I got and most of the time (well, all of time, really) I was thinking of Aidan and imagining what it would feel like to be penetrated by his big, thick cock - his big, thick, poz cock! It didn't help that Aidan always seemed to be around - he was still not working and was spending a lot of time in his garden. He was often in the garden when I was going out to work and again when I came back in the evening. He didn't say anything, other than normal neighbourly greetings, but there was something about the way he looked at me - as if he knew that one day I was going to let him fuck me. I knew I would have to be careful - Ryan was going away for a long weekend in a couple of weeks - each year he attended a conference for sexual health professionals and volunteers and he always enjoyed it. I really didn't want him to go this time, as I was not entirely sure I could trust myself, but I knew he was really looking forward to it and I knew it wouldn't be fair to try to stop him. I was horny all the time, and fucked Ryan every chance I got. He seemed to be extra horny too and we were having a really good time in bed (and various other locations in the house!). But still I couldn't get Aidan out of my mind. One day at work I was so horny I had to have a wank in the toilets. I was sitting at my desk, working on an IT project when I could smell the aftershave that Aidan often wore. I wasn't sure who it was at first and then I realised it was Aaron - one of the HR team who sat at the next bank of desks to us. He was quite a nice guy, quite good looking in an ordinary, straight guy kind of way, and he and his girlfriend had just had their first child. I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on my work - hoping that no one would notice that I now had a monster erection. I got up and discreetly made my way to the toilets. I went into a cubicle, pulled down my pants, closed my eyes and began to wank. It didn't take long for me to shoot my load, and I couldn't help groaning quite loudly. Hoping that no one else was in the toilet, I cleaned myself up and exited the cubicle. Aaron was standing at the urinal. He grinned at me "It sounded like you were having a wank in there!" he said. I could feel myself going brick red but then Aaron grinned again and stepped back from the urinal, exposing his cock which was still in his hand. I could see it was at least semi-hard as he said "Maybe I could join you some time!" I realised that Aaron was serious and I was really surprised that he might be up for it. I found it even harder to concentrate on my work as I watched Aaron working at his desk and I couldn't help wondering just what Aaron might be up for. I didn't see much of Aidan over the next week, and somehow that seemed to make me want him even more. One afternoon I was working at home, on the IT helpdesk, looking out of the window every now and then to see if Aidan was in the garden. One time I looked out the front window and saw a young blond guy who looked about 19 or 20 coming out of Aidan & Peter's house. I knew Peter was at work, and from the way the guy looked at Aidan who had seen him to the door, I instinctively knew that Aidan had just fucked him. A couple of days before Ryan was due to go away on his weekend, he invited Aidan and Peter to dinner. I was looking forward to seeing Aidan, but somehow felt a bit nervous - I had been absolutely sure that Aidan wanted to fuck me, but now somehow I wasn't so sure. The evening went well, Aidan seemed his normal self although a little bit quieter than normal. He explained that he had been not been so well over the past week or so and his viral load was still dangerously high. I got up to get some more wine from the kitchen, hoping that no one would notice the erection that was suddenly pushing out the front of my trousers. I went to the sink to rinse out a couple of glasses and then I heard someone behind me. It was Aidan. He put his finger over his lips and came towards me. Suddenly his arms were around me and, as I pushed back against him, his hands unbuttoned my trousers and he pulled them down below my bum along with my pants. Then I realised Aidan's pants were down too, and I felt his bare cock rubbing up and down my arse crack! This was madness! "I'm going to fuck you so hard!" he breathed in my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes!" I whispered "No condom?" "No condom!" I groaned "And I'm going to cum right up your arse!" The head of his cock was pushing against my arsehole as he said this and then, suddenly, his cock was back in his pants and he had left the kitchen and re-joined the others. I pulled up my pants, my fingers trembling as I buttoned up my trousers. I swallowed a whole glass of wine and then made my way back to the others. As I sat down, Ryan was talking about his weekend away and Peter said to me "It looks like you guys are going to be on your own this weekend!" explaining that he was going away this weekend too. "Oh fuck!" I thought to myself. On the Friday, I left work a bit early so that I could drive Ryan to the station. He kissed me as he got on the train and I made my way back to my car I got a message. It was from Aidan, who said he would come over about 7 and would bring plenty of alcohol. Aidan arrived exactly on time, and grinned at me as he placed the alcohol he had brought on the kitchen table. I went to get some glasses, and once again I felt him behind me. His arms went round me and I pushed back as he started to unbutton my trousers. I didn't stop him and a few seconds later, my trousers and pants were at my ankles and Aidan was down behind me. I felt him pull my arse cheeks apart and then his tongue was in my hole. It felt like an electric shock and it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load there and then! Aidan licked my hole for a while longer and then told me to turn round. He stood up and unzipped himself and then I was face to face with the cock I had craved for so long! I wasted no time in going down on him - sucking his cock like my life depended on it and enjoying every second of it. Part of me wanted to make him cum so that I could taste his dirty cum but mostly I just wanted to make him as horny as I could so that he would fuck me into the middle of next week and shoot a really big load up my unprotected arse! A short time later, I was on my back on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down as Aidan lined up his cock and pushed it against my arsehole. "Wait!" I said. I had to take my wedding ring off before he penetrated me. Aidan saw what I was doing. "No!" he said "Leave it on!" I did as I was told and seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. There was no turning back now, even if I had wanted to and a short time later, he had pushed his big cock right up my hole - my soon to be pozzed hole.. "Fuck me!" I said "You really want this, don't you?" said Aidan with a grin as he began to thrust his cock up my arse." "Yes!" I groaned "I want it!" Aidan grinned again "I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you!" He was fucking me properly now - thrusting his big poz cock up my arse repeatedly. I don't think I had ever felt my arse so full and I had never been so turned on. "Fuck me!" I moaned "Fuck me and cum in me!" "You know I'm going to poz you, don't you?" said Aidan as he thrust even harder up my arse. "Yes!" I was almost crying now. I knew he was getting close and I moaned "Do it, fucking do it!" And then I said it "Poz me! Poz my fucking cunt, you dirty bastard!" Aidan grinned. I could tell he was really close now and as he thrust hard up my arse a few more times, I actually felt his cum pumping into me. I had never felt this before and it sent me over the edge and I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. We were both out of breath now and I laid back on the table as Aidan pulled his cock out my arse. A few minutes later his cock was semi hard again and he pushed it into my mouth. I had certainly never sucked a cock that had just been up my arse before, but somehow it seemed perfectly natural to take into my mouth and suck on it and a few minutes later Aidan was fully hard again. He took my hand and led me upstairs and into the bedroom. He pushed me gently down on the bed and pulled my legs apart. A few seconds later I was being fucked again - this time in the bed I shared with Ryan. Aidan fucked me hard and fast and before too long he had shot a second load of toxic cum right up me. He left shortly after and, just as I was wondering what the fuck I had done, Ryan phoned me. It was so good to hear his voice and we talked quite naturally - but all the time I was conscious that my arse felt really full and I was having trouble keeping all the cum in my hole. We talked for a while longer and then Ryan said he was tired and was going to bed. "I love you," he said "I love you," I replied, and just at that moment, two loads of high viral cum slid out my arse into my pants. I had crossed the line and over the rest of that 3 day weekend, Aidan fucked me repeatedly. We fucked in every room in the house and in every position - on my back, riding his cock, kneeling up on the bed and bent over with my pants down. I couldn't get enough of his cock and his cum and over the three days he must have shot eight to ten loads up me. It was like I was a different person. I met Ryan at the station on the Monday evening and it felt like I was back to my normal self again - this was the person I wanted to be with. But what was I going to do? I had debated this with myself over and over again. I knew I should tell him what I had done, but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do that. I decided that I would get tested and if I was positive, I would tell him. In the meantime, I would just have to find an excuse not to have sex with him. That night we got ready for bed and when I came out of the toilet in just my pants, Ryan was sitting on the bed, naked. He grinned and pulled me towards him. Before I could stop him, he had my cock out my pants and was sucking me. I was hard in no time, as always when Ryan sucked my cock, and he grinned at me again. Then he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs back, exposing his arsehole. "I've been looking forward to this all weekend," he said "Fuck me!"

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

This is another short story, though based on real events with some fluffing haha. Again sorry for any grammar mistakes! It was just another Saturday night, however for once I had some alone time. Thats how I decided I needed to get out of the house and, really, what better way than to visit my local bathhouse? The thought of cruising the dimly lit hallways for some guy to fuck is usually all it takes. Tonight, I knew I needed to get fucked. It should be easy enough. I'm a decent looking guy, and my gym routine has been doing great things for my ass. I was sure that I could find a hot guy to give me a good, rough fuck. My excitement and nervousness was nearly boiling over, though. As I drove out to the bathhouse, found parking, and walked myself inside, I couldn't help sizing up every guy I saw. I eagerly rented a room and went to change. Sitting in that room, all my clothes stored away and nothing but a towel on now, It really set in of what I was doing. I haven't really mentioned yet, but the truth is that I am incredibly shy. I've actually been so lucky every time I've come here before tonight. All the guys I've hooked up with have been very forward. I needed a plan. On my way in, I spotted a guy in another room. There he was, in nothing but a jockstrap, face-down and ass-up. Could I do that? I didn't think so. It's too direct, too open. It would be just as bad as asking. I can't explain why, but it just would be. I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed in that tiny room, thinking about my options. Despite the "bed" being little more than a thick rectangle of plastic with some sheets around it, it was actually quite comfortable. As late as it was, it occurred to me that I could probably fall asleep on it, if I weren't careful. In that a moment, a plan began to form... What if I turned off the lights? What if I... opened the door? And what if I threw off my towel, dropped on that bed face-down, and just... went to sleep? Something about that was suddenly very thrilling. Anyone could come in and do... well, anything. There would be nothing for me to say, nothing for me to do. I tried out the position for a moment, lying face-down and pretending to be asleep. The mirror beside me gave me a pretty good view of myself and I had just one thought: I would totally fuck that ass. And if I would, then surely, somewhere among the guys cruising the hallways, someone else would, too. I could do it. I would do it. Before I could talk myself out of it, I moved. I grabbed a bottle of lube from my bag and a condom that I prefilled with a load from the night before. I turned the lights lights off, nothing but the ambient light spilling over the top of the "room" walls left to see by. The room came ready with a handful of condoms, which I positioned alongside the lube, in plain view from the hallways. I wasn't ready to get breed so I set my prefilled condom next to the lube to hopefully indicate that I was getting fucked but not raw. Next I wet a rag with my bottle of poppers and set it by my pillow, I love to use poppers when I bottom but don't want to ruin the fantasy. Finally, I peeked outside the door. No one was there, yet. Perfect. Before my nerves could take over, I was back on the bed, face-down, lights off, and looking for all the world like I was having a lovely nap. My heart was racing, but I tried to force calmness into myself. I really had no idea what I was expecting, though. Even as I was forcing my breathing to become more even, and even as I shut my eyes tight, I wondered if anyone would even take the bait. With my eyes closed and the house music blaring at an almost uncomfortable volume, I did not hear the first guy come in. The sudden presence of his hand on my exposed thigh almost jerked me "awake", but I kept to my sleepy role. The hand drifted across my ass, tenderly, and then it was gone. I heard a shift in the air as the interloper left back to the hallways. My disappointment did not last long, as another hand took its place just a few moments later. And then again, they leave, to be replaced again some time later. I don't know what I was expecting, but this parade of casual, light molestation was actually pretty nice. On and on it went. A few eager fingers felt at my hole. Some of those guys popped open the lube bottle with an audible, plastic *click*, and lubed my hole as they felt around. Yet, no one went too far, and the obvious admiration I felt from the hands managed to calm my nerves. I was no longer forcing myself to breath calmly. I didn't almost jump at every first touch any more. I don't remember how long this went on, but I was very hopeful someone would take a chance on my sleeping ass soon. I got something a little different, though. For the first time, I heard something new: the door, closing ever so softly. I resisted the urge to peek over my shoulder and into the mirror to see the guy who had just shut the door. I would not break the fantasy. This could be it. Down at my feet, where I had stashed the lube and condoms, I felt movement. This was it, wasn't it? I felt hands lifting my leg. I almost instinctively tried to move with the hand, imagining that he was trying to position my legs to fuck me. Then the feeling of a kiss on my ass. As the kiss turned into a tongue delicately passing down to my taint, I started to get hard. The feeling of a tongue soon turned into the feeling of a mouth, making out with my hole. It just felt so good. Maybe it was my commitment to the role of "asleep", but there was no spasms of pleasure that could interrupt this guy's makeout session with my taint and hole. The sound of hurried, orgasmic breaths slowly filled the room after a while. All at once, I was aware of the subtle movement at the base of the bed, where my guy was. The shaking from that area rose in tempo, alongside a growing intensity to his mouth's activities with my taint. Then, all at once, both gave way to a series of beastial grunts and I felt a wetness splash across my legs all the way up to my ass. His breathing calmed and he let out a small "woof" of contentment. Carefully, he started to get up. The cum he gave me was pressed between my legs and and ass. What he shot on my ass was now running towards my crack, the majority thay he shot on my thigh was now wetting the sheets slightly. There were no words spoken. Over the house music, I could just barely make out the sound of the door opening as he leaves. I can't help but chuckle quietly at what just transpired. The air against my still wet ass is a lingering reminder of that, intimate connection. I give a contented sigh to my now-empty room, and all of this, despite the music and the excited state of me, somehow brings me to real sleep. I don't know how exactly long I am out. I wake some short time later, my ass still just barely damp enough to notice. I don't move in that moment, except to peek over my shoulder at the door. I can just barely make out that it's closed now. As I begin to wonder if the guy closed it as he left, I hear something. The sound of a small, plastic *click*. I know the sound well. Someone has my bottle of lube, and they've just opened it at the foot of my bed. I didn't notice them come in while I was asleep. Despite my excitement, I keep calm and feel ready for whatever this new guy has in mind. I close my eyes, and I wait. What comes next is the feeling of a hand, invading between my thighs, reaching under me, and grabbing for my soft dick. Another hand shoves at my hips to reposition them and allow my dick to lie flat against the bed, now showing between my legs. Slowly, my erection grows in his large hand. Perhaps I wouldn't get fucked this time either, but I have the feeling I'll enjoy this. I hear a hiss and a squirt and then there is a sudden wetness as the guy delivers a healthy supply of lube to my dick in his hand. He wastes no time as he starts to jerk me off in this odd position. There is a sudden expertness to his strokes, and it all becomes too much, very fast. I try to keep my breathing calm enough to pass as still asleep, but it's getting hard. Maybe it was the parade of guys that came before. Maybe it's just how exposed and used I feel. Whatever the reason, I've never had a handjob quite like this before. I felt him running his fingers over my ass up and down my crack before he aimed for my hole, fingering in the load that was there. With a quickness, I explode in this guy's hand with what must be a massive load of cum. I have no idea how much ended up on the bed, or in his hand, or wherever else that cumshot could have gone. His hand leaves my dick, and I am surprised when the walls of this tiny room shake slightly with the quick opening and closing of a door. I assume I am alone, and that the closed door means I have a moment of honest respite now. That moment is broken when I hear the wet sound of maybe lube and cum in someone's hands directly behind me. As well as faint whispers that I just couldnt make out. Did he let someone else in? I guess now that the guy is going to jerk off with my cum and leave me a load of his own. Being a bit of a cumslut, I smile inwardly, exalting at the prospect of his cum on my body. The wet sounds stop suddenly and I can hear him shift slightly behind me. I wonder where he's going to cum, and then I feel that question answered when his weight settles on the bed. I can feel his body looming over me, all around me, and the back of his hand settle on my ass. I am waiting now for the splash of a cumshot on my butt. What happens instead is the feeling of his fist shifting downwards, his dick in that grip suddenly lining up with my hole. His weight shifts forward and then, falling down on me in one motion, he penetrates my barely-stretched hole all at once. My cum and the left over lube being all the lube I got. I can't help it. I let out a yelp. I don't know if it's audible over the house music, but it doesn't seem to matter if it was. My ass is burning from the sudden penetration, but the guy doesn't miss a beat. He pulls out, slowly, and shoves his dick right back in just as before. And again. In this small room, covered in spit and cum, and being fucked by what I'm certain is a dick lubricated mostly in my cum from an orgasm just barely passed, I cannot feel pleasure from this fucking. I only feel fear at what he might do next. This brutal fucking is not an accident. This helpless, painful state was his plan all along and I don't know what I can do to stop it. Each sudden shove and slow retrieval sends pain shooting through my body, and I can tell now that this man is much larger than me- both his dick and his stature. I want to wake up from this nightmare, but something in me tells me it's better to just stay asleep. I adjust my face so that I can inhale from my popper rag. Somehow, I suppress the screams of pain bubbling up inside me. Somehow, I lie there, as limp as if I were actually asleep. Somehow, I bear this calculated, sadistic fucking. I don't know how long this lasts, but it feels like forever. I am thoroughly awake now, but I still keep my eyes shut tightly and my body limp. Eventually, the pain of the thrusts loses its burning intensity, giving way to a subtler ache. Then pleasure, as the poppers do their job. Similarly, those cruel, deep thrusts slowly give way to quicker, more manageable fucking. As I feel his dick pulse inside me, I know for a fact that he hasn't used one of the condoms at all. I don't worry about that now and I just count myself lucky that my cum worked well enough as lubricant. He collapses on me, his full weight on my "sleeping" body as his dick deposits the last of that well-earned load. His breathing is fast, but slows as the orgasm passes. As he regains his composure, he lets out a little laugh and whispers in my ear, "Night night, bitch." I don't say anything back. I don't move at all. He slowly gets up from on top of me and gives my ass an insultingly playful slap. I hear the man say theirs some special lube by the condoms, then the door open and I listen carefully as it closes. My hole burns from the brutal fucking. I feel the coolness of the air on my lubed ass. But it didn't last long before I heard the other guy. Ah that kind of lube, I brought some too. I wasn't responding still trying to keep up the fantasy. I could hear him pick something up, and tell me he's gonna lube me up good. Then I feel it, a wetness pouring directly onto my hole and his finger waiting to push it all in. Only thing is, I didn't hear the lube bottle. What was he using to lube me? A lube packet? It didn't take long for my question to be answered. There's one, my sleeping beauty, now two more. He poured more "lube" on my hole repeating the process to more times. "And for good measure" I heard him say before I could hear the shuffling of rubber and felt what I would later find out to be condoms, being fingered into my hole. I could feel the bed shift again, then what felt like a baseball bat at my hole. Now I've had big ones before but he was BIG with a huge mushroom head. I couldn't help but stir a little as he was working his way into me. I felt him push my face into the pillows, unknowingly making me take deep inhales of poppers. "Just stay asleep a little longer were almost there". His attitude mixed with the poppers really got me going and loosened my hole. I swear I could hear the pop of his head breaching my hole. Then he sank in me fully bottoming out. "Good boy". Then he picked up the pace fucking me with long hard strokes. Almost pulling completely out then back to the base. It was alot to take and I almost felt like "waking up" just to make the rough fucking end. But before I could make up my mind he trusted 4 more deep thrusts easily breaching my second ring. I could feel his dick pulsing inside of me. "Fuck your gonna wake up pregnant baby". He slowly pulled out and I could feel a wetness running down my leg. "Gonna have to tell the guys we have a passed out cumslut to gift." I could hear the door open and I was left alone again. As I breath a shuddering sigh, I wondered if I should have just asked someone to fuck me instead. I sat up to check if I still had condoms and sure enough they were untouched, but what was weird is, the prefilled condom I put there was now gone . . . The end? Let me know what you think maybe I'll make a part two!

I use them in a few different scenarios. I use them when someone is spouting dangerous misinformation, especially when they're clearly doing it deliberately for attention. I use them to express disapproval of what someone posted. I subscribe to the old saying "It doesn't take all kinds; there just ARE all kinds." Everyone is free to believe as he wishes, and to post his opinions thereon, but that doesn't mean everyone else has to accept that viewpoint or let it go unchallenged. And sometimes the person has just repeatedly posted the same bullshit to troll the rest of us, and I'm not always going to engage. But I'm going to express my opinion that it's still bullshit.

Part 3: What happens in the night when you are given permission to unlock your true self for the first time? Well, I was about to find out. I moved about the open warehouse, skirting around the naked bodies of writhing men either dancing or fucking. I felt a bit like the tourist at the zoo, out of place and unsure if I belonged as if separated by a sheet of glass. "You look lost, boy." I scanned the area for where the voice that called to me over the music had come from but no one was looking my way. Must have been calling to someone else. I began to walk some more when a hand arrested my wrist and I looked down. There sitting on a white chaise lounge was a burly muscle daddy with a harness, cap and chaps. He had a cigar in his mouth but what was more, he held a crop in one hand and a leash attached to another boy in the other. Well, maybe boy is too strong of a descriptor. Puppy, may be more accurate. I'd never seen anything like it but this boy was in full pup gear with mask and even a tail! He was sucking on the daddy's cock, shaking his ass so his tail wagged, obviously a very happy pup. "Are you lost, kid? First time here." "Yes...Yes, Sir." "MMmmm.. come, sit on my lap for a minute." I was hesitant but did as i was told, Daddy pulled the pup off his cock. then as i sat on his lap, he grabbed for my pouch and pulled aside the jockstrap and ordered the pup to get me hard. "Oh- he doesn't have to-" but before I could object the pups mouth was on my member, a warmth embracing my cock and I sighed with pleasure and relaxed into the muscle daddy's lap. He took my hand and brought it to his turgid length, still slick with pup's saliva and commanded me: "Stroke while we chat." I did, impressed with his beer can thick cock "The guys here are gonna love a fresh little thing like you. You can call me Daddy D, everyone does. I'd help break you in myself, show you the ropes. But I got my hands full with this little pup-slave of mine. Still house him." He raised his voice to pup. "Isn't that right?" pup moaned something that sounded like agreement around my now-hard cock. "Daddy D, everyone seems paired off I-" "No one minds a little addition to their pairings usually. However if your want a fresh pick of your very own. go to the three doors." By this time i was writhing as daddy started to play with my hole. his fingers were slick with lube that I hadn't seen him apply. "The three doors?" I asked, and Daddy D pointed to the back of the warehouse where, sure enough, along the walls were three doors. "Each has a different aesthetic to it but it's a good cruising spot, out here's more for fucking once you find what you want or showing off." "Alright. I'll give it a go." "Pup, off his cock." And at his command pup release my now straining cock. "Good boy!" I said to him and he wagged his tail before taking Daddy D's dick back in his mouth, pushing my hand out of the way. "Before you go, i have a little present for you to help you enjoy the three doors" Daddy D said as he fingered my hole. "Oh? What's that I asked?" He just smiled and continued to finger me. I moaned into the sensation and closed my eyes, he'd tell me or give me his present in a minute, i figured. Then i felt a burning sensation in my ass and my eyes popped open. "There it is" Daddy D said. "There what is?" I asked confused. "Your present a little treat in your tush, now get out of here and have fun kiddo. Come tell me about the night later!" I stood up from Daddy D's lap and began to move away, the burning sensation still there but also beginning to turn into an insatiable need to get fucked. Had he put a drug in my hole? At this point all I knew is between my present and the Juice Griff had given me I was beginning to feel REALLY good as I made my way to the three doors. I was debating which door to go in first when without seeing me, griff and tom walked by me and into door 2. "Okay, that one's out- Tom can't see me" so i moved to the left to door number one, paneled wooden door that was quite heavy as I pulled it open. As It opened steam poured out as I stepped in to a completely dark room... End part 3. Part 3 is shorter but serves as a major connector. Part 4 and 5 will be major installments and have a LOT of breakthrough's for Tag

found this on a hard drive - NOT MY STORY Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, sexy looking young guy with a nice body and a charming smile. Andy never has any trouble finding spunky men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the btm, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly, he thinks, because he always asks the men who are about to put their raw dicks inside him if they are "clean". So Andy read through the profiles that were on offer, and was drawn to one in particular. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had the most beautiful penis Andy had ever seen. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby player or something, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Andy had fantasize about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. So he sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one charge party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with poz cum. After a while Paul asked for Andy's phone number and he admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it! So they left it at that. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Andy went back to the computer, without cumming, and started chatting to Paul again. Paul said "Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it (-: "So Andy fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his hard-on got the better of him and and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was a really sexy guy! They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world. Paul worked up a huge gob of spit in his mouth and slowly let it fall into Andy's mouth. Andy opened his mouth and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again, and then Paul said "Come with me". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips, and began to piss, a strong stream of piss that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot piss, they went back to the bedroom. You like having me inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz cock touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight asshole before him. Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life" "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's penis stayed firmly placed at his boy-cunt. "Oh man, I want to put the rest of my cock head inside you Andy" They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. "Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured. "Oh yeah, I wanna put the whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my sperm. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers and then Andy said "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again" His cock slid in and out, sometimes all the way out, then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! The took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're my cum slut now, your a dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it" "Oh man, Oh yeah, fuck man, give it to me, fuck me up man!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. He fucked into Andy hard and fast, and deep, and then shot his load of thick white sperm right into Andy's open hungry ass hole. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight" Andy was overcome with lust and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

Tonight was super hot. First, this 21yo college student needed to unload so I went over to his dorm and he bred me on his bed. Then, in my hotel room, a 24yo found me ass up and fucked and bred my hole. i looked for more loads but didn’t find any sadly. Now im fucking the loads deeper inside with my dildo while writing this. Fuck I think I’m hooked.

I always find it amazing (well, not really) that reich-wingers are constantly denouncing mainstream news as "untrustworthy" when they're theoretically perfectly capable of researching the facts themselves, from the original sources of the day, and figuring out what happened. Oh, that's right, none of them paid attention one fucking minute in history classes, because it was BO-RING, and so they never learned HOW to go back to original sources. It's why the South managed to convince white people for a century or more that the Civil War was fought over state's rights and tariffs, not the institution of slavery, despite slavery being prominently mentioned as the issue in every surviving act of secession. Likewise the idea that the Union started the war, even though the record is clear that it started when the confederate armed forces attacked a federal military installation at Fort Sumter. And the record is clear how many of the early battles (which is to say, almost all of them) were fought on Union territory that the confederates invaded. If someone has concerns that a news story by a Washington Post (or New York Times, or CNN, or whomever) reporter is faulty, then go find the facts. Don't make an ass of yourself screaming "fake news" when you can't actually demonstrate any factual error in the story.

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)

His thick bare cock thrusts into my eager hole as i scream out "Yes", I am all tension and you are all sinew and muscle. This chemfuck is on day three and you have been unravelling my body for the entire time in pure ecstasy. * "The landscaping work you've had done looks simply stunning, Simon. You must get me their number." "Of course, Trudy." I answer fake smile plastered on for my soon to be in-laws as they break me from my reverie. My name is Simon and I am going to be married in 4 days to a wonderful man. A wonderful, stable, kind, suitable man. We met after I broke up with Link. After I went too hard for a month and ended up needing a break from "The scene". I'd never thought I'd be saying goodbye to it for good. But Matthew Trask 3rd is everything I should want. and he's been wonderful and is so in love with me. When we make love it's perfectly adequate and once a week on Sunday's. He's the kind of gay where the only thing gay about him is me. My life has become a kind of Stepford life I never thought I would live but I recognize its for the best, it'll be a lot more stable and comfortable and happy and... * Link grins and me and I at him, our slams registered at the same time and we both plunge the drug in. Arms up. Cough. Then we're on each other as the rush hits. We can't wait to be inside one another. it's like we're trying to tear apart time and space to get even closer to each other. theres so much passion and lust- it feels impossible and unsustainable. It's us and it's mine and It's love and its sex. His cock is wet and hard and his hole is open and supple and lets my fist in gently as I suck on him. * This time i break from my day dream and Im at the rehearsal dinner. Everyone is clinking glasses for us to kiss. Matthew kisses me politely. I smile for everyone as we break apart. My heart is beating faster. * I'm high and his cock breaches my hole as i sink onto it. Link broke up last week and I've been such a whore since. Bathhouse, grindr, club. Lather, rinse, repeat. Now we're having out raunchy chemmed up makeup sex and it's perfect and he's perfect and we're perfect. * Matthew Trask the 3rd is waiting at the alter as the crowd gathered grows impatient. Suddenly, an attendant enters and rushes a note to him. It reads: M, I'm not who you think I am. I can't be your husband. I am sorry. Simon * Link is wiping down the counter of the dive bar he owns. Its 2a and he was about to lock up and he's about to give this person hell for walking in after last call but then he see who it is. Simon. "You alone here?" Simon asks? "Yeah." Link states. Simon locks the door he just came through. "You still live upstairs?" "Yeah?" Simon pulls off his t-shirt and throws it on the floor, kicks off his shoes and slides out of his jeans. He stand only in a white jockstrap. "I was supposed to get married today and have a perfect life. But I didn't. I want this perfect life. You in?" With that being said Simon reached in his bag pulled out rigs and a ball and put them down on the counted, Link stared after him dumbstruck as his man opened the door to the apartment and headed home. It was going to be a hot fucking night. "I'll be up in 5 minutes sweetheart, and I want you on all 4's on the bed." "Yes dear!" Simon said. END

Let me know if anyone is interest in a part two where an angry Matthew comes for revenge but gets corrupted instead.

I much prefer breeding lad at home. You can spend much time having fun and talking poz talk whist I’m breeding them. 😈 But I don’t mind a trip to the sauna or vault 139 every now and again to breed some unsuspecting lad, especially if there’s a crowd watching! 👹

Continued: The rain is still coming down and Dan is already getting hard again as he is fingering my sloppy hole. No one is around due to the rain so it is pretty isolated on the balcony. Dan starts kissing me on the balcony and sure enough he is rock hard again. "I am not sure we got it all out of my balls the first time". He turns me around and is running his hands up and down my stomach and chest under my singlet on the balcony and kissing and now gently biting my neck. He moves his hand around to the back of my shorts and pulls the back of my shorts down right there on the balcony. His cock bounces out of the front of his shorts and in one movement she slides inside me. It is so slick and wet with his first load that he literally just slides right in and I feel more cum drip/splash down my legs. I bend over and grab the balcony and this time he fucks deep and hard. "I'm gonna make you mine". And I am groaning in pleasure and let out "I already am". He fucks me like that for another solid 10 minutes. And suddenly (and louder than we should outside) he yells, "Fuck here it comes" and growls and grunts and he bottoms out and floods me with his second load. He slowly pulls out and his cock is wet with cum. We pull our shorts up and I am sure neighbours have heard us. Again he gets all passionate and is kissing and touching in the afterglow of breeding me. The rain stops and I am so disappointed. I really don't want him to go. But I get this is just probably a fuck for him and we took the opportunity that was given us. While disappointed it is ending, I am glad I got this middle eastern god and his babies inside me today. I may never be neg again and I am so proud that if that is the case he would be the father. He kisses me some more, and says he needs to get the bed to his sister, and my mind goes to this being the end of a hot sex fuelled afternoon. I watch as he drives off and I realise the back of my shorts are wet. I am leaking cum lol. I go back up to the unit and find a but plug and insert it so I don't lose anymore of his seed. I keep it in for the rest of the afternoon as I clean. At around 6pm I order pizza for dinner and I still have the plug inside me. There was just something special about Brad. And I want his DNA inside me forever. The intercom rings and I simply buzz them up and I am hungry for my pizza. I open the door and it is Brad. Without a word he pushes and in and pushes me against the wall just inside the door and is kissing me like I have never been kissed before. He breaks the kiss and says "did you mean it when you said you would take my poz babies any time I wanted?" and I respond, "I have never wanted anything more than I want your babies inside me. So much so, check for yourself." And I turn around and pull the back of my shorts down. Dan feels my arse and the butt plug. "You know my seed is probably toxic and you still keep it inside you like it is something special?" I respond with a kiss "sure do! If I was a girl, I would want nothing more than to have beautiful babies with you. I know it sounds stupid, but nothing would be more romantic than being diagnosed as poz and knowing it was your DNA strain circulating around my body forever" Dan kisses me again, and says he has had so much trouble finding someone not freaked out by his diagnosis. I say "it's who you are and part of you. I want it to be part of me too. I just wish I could have it all, you and your babies". Kissing me Dan says "you can" and he stays the night giving me three more toxic loads. Dan spends every night for the rest of the week at my place and I take load after load off him. He is the perfect man, and the perfect fuck. After two weeks of non-stop fucking. At least 2-3 loads a day off him, I get the flu. He comes with me to the doctor and it is confirmed. I am now poz. We both know it is his strain and he is now part of me forever. I am wondering what this means. Surprisingly he takes a week off work and stays with me until I am better. Once I am better after having fucked me twice one evening we are snuggling as his seed drips from my hole. A regular occurrence now. He is snuggling and kissing me and stops and looks me in the eye and says, "I have been thinking about what has happened the past month and I need to ask you something". My heart drops and I am thinking he has done his deed and now he is about to leave. "I have always considered myself a decent kind of guy. And in the straight community, when guy knocks up a girl, they get married. I have knocked you up and I have enjoyed every bit of doing it. Now I want to do the right thing by you. Will you marry me?" I am in shock. I really thought that someone so hot and so good looking would be out the door once the job is done. "Really". "Yes, really! I can't deny that getting you pregnant with my seed and DNA has not been fun. And to be honest on day one I was thinking I'll breed you and bolt just so I can get my rocks off. But the one thing I hadn't planned on was falling in love with you. Now that you have my DNA inside you forever, I want to keep being inside you forever. I love you and want you to marry me."

i'm wondering why people use down vote arrows in a discussion forum setting? i get using upvote arrows, because it's an agreement or approval of what has already been said, but a down arrow with no explanation of why? i can speculate, but that will only be me reflecting myself, i'd rather understand from those who use them. i'm curious to hear from those who use down votes? Especially using them without including a response or explanation giving their own particular views as to why, given the opportunity, in a discussion forum?

This story was inspired by the guest who wrote “Devil's Doorstep” Frazer was a straight lanky 26 year old who worked for the Scottish probation service. It was his last assignment before the weekend, he had to visit the accommodation of a recently released sex offender to ensure it was appropriate. He rang the bell and was answered by a muscular middle-aged man wearing only a dressing gown. He apologised, claiming he had just been showering. Frazer went up the stairs to his flat. Although, the one bed flat was mostly in order: clean and tidy. When he entered the bedroom to check it out, he was shocked by what he saw.: attached to the bed head and base were chains with manacles. “I'm sorry but you can't possess these items, given your previous proclivities. You could easily use them to re-offend” “Oh, come on”, he replied, it's just a bit of fun, surely probation can't deny me that.” “I'm sorry but this is clearly against your conditions of release, you could be returned to prison for this.” Frazer went over to examine the manacles. The offender followed him and before Frazer knew what was happening, he has clamped one of the manacles to Frazer's wrist and then pushed him on the bed, forcing his other wrist into the other one. “Do you mean like this?” he answered menacingly. “Let me go now, you are in serious trouble!” “No I'm afraid it's you who are in serious trouble!” as he dragged Frazer's trousers and pants down and then manacled his ankles to the base of the bed. ”Stop now! I warn you, you will be sent straight back with little chance of parole!” The other guy just grabbed Frazer's cock and started to wank it to erection, The action of doing so, caused Frazer's cock to stiffen and to a very small degree to weaken Frazer's resolve. He questioned his sexuality, but then realised it was a natural reaction to his circumstances. When it was fully erect, he started to suck on Frazer's dick, ensuring it was fully erect. “I'll show you how much you are clearly enjoying this!”, he retorted, He sucked furiously on Frazer's dick and soon made it very lubricated and completely rock hard. “Hmm. time to ride your dick”, he exclaimed. At that he removed his dressing gown and was completely naked. He sported a biohazard tattoo, that only warned Frazer further of what danger he was in. He moved over to Frazer and placed his hole over Frazer's enormous manhood. It was easy with the copious saliva that he had applied to this cock to push down and let this cock enter him deeply. He then moved up and down on Frazer's pole, gripping his cock with occasional squeezing of his sphincter, whenever Frazer' cock head entered him. This really encouraged Frazer to move nearer to orgasm. He sped up, still tantalising Frazer's cock. and it became just too much for him as Frazer spasmed and sent his sperm shooting out of his anal virgin's cock, straight up his arse, “See, your gay like me!” he mocked. “Now I'm going to return the favour!” Sure Frazer was questioning the experience and the fact this fucking had lead to his massive explosion inside this man, but he became terrified at the idea, he was going to be fucked with a toxic cock. Frazer started to struggle against his bondage. All that lead to was the man adjusted the chains to his feet, pulling Frazer's legs upwards and outwards. He then clamped this new position in firmly. Frazer's arse was now fully exposed to the cumming onslaught. Frazer watched as the man repeatedly spat on his hands and then lubricated his dick with the saliva. To Frazer's surprise, watching the man then wanking himself to full erection made his own cock start growing to attention too. “Hah, see you're looking forward to it!” he claimed. That made Frazer plead with him to desist. But the only response was to see him climb onto the bed and then place his fully erect and wet cock against Frazer's hole. The man pushed firmly against Frazer's hole and his penis head popped inside, then with a further push his whole manhood was forced inside Frazer's arse. He began slowly pushing in and out of Frazer's hole, whilst Frazer begged him to stop and yet at the same time, Frazer's cock was getting very stiff and rubbing against the man's belly, even oozing precum onto his stomach. This turned the man on further and he started to increase the speed of his humping. This, in turn, got the man more turned on. He found himself surprisingly feeling he was going to ejaculate very quickly: not like him at all, but this situation really turned him on. Soon Frazer could feel the man's dick start to swell and throb. “No, please pull out!” was his ignored plea. The very next second the man shot a huge load of toxic sperm deep inside him. “Noooo...,” was Frazer's cry, “now pull out of me and let me go!” “But this is your last assignment of the week,” the man replied. “I've got you for the whole weekend.” Enough time to seed you many times over. I prefer to take my time and give you a rough long fucking to help you with your conversion. “You think this experience will turn me gay?” “No, I think that I'll turn you positive!” and with that he pushed his still fairly erect cock back into Frazer and started ploughing his arse again. This time slowly and somewhat painfully, with only his own cum as lube. Frazer felt every thrust of the man's cock and received many loads over the weekend. There was no way he was going to come out of this negative. Frazer was completely deflated realising his predicament as another spurt from the man's cock shot inside him. Sadly this may be my last story for BZ with the July deadline fast approaching. Please like it and comment on the story if you enjoyed it.

I use them very sparingly, and believe I have limited them to political discussions where it is very clear that the poster will not give consideration to getting their "facts".

Trailer Trash Tina and the Crystal Wizard - 1 The sun was Rising fast and early over the Redneck Woods covering County Road EE as Daddy Paul was driving his new sluTwhore boy Scotty out to cousin Tina and her baTshiT crazy boyfriend, known in these parts as The Wizard, to stock up on supplies and push on with with Scottyboy's needed schooling to be good enough to make it in daddys stable back in the city. Both daddy and boy were well still up from their second rushes Paul slammed into Scotty and himself at the riverfront picnic table area just hours earlier up in the city. Scotty performed liked the true dirty public slut he only dreamt of being before meeting his real daddy for the first time just yesterday afternoonin the shaded bluff inside the cruise woods adjacent to his treehouse in the backyard of his parents home ."Feeling good bitch?" asked Paul, at the wheel of his dirty white longbed pickup, grinning at Scottyboy, toking on his glass pipe. "Oh yeah Boss," replied the new whore, well trained now to call his daddy boss not sir not Daddy not by his first name but boss. "We got $500 you had stashed in your treehouse and you need that for your first stocking up of supplies and favors you need for back in the city," replied Paul, nit paying attention to the speed. Both dadd and son, their pupils big as black marbles, flying to trailer trash heaven where they were going to play hard very hard with other like-minded Crystal pigs in those crazyshiT woods. "Fuuuuuck" shouted Paul snapped back into reality as he saw the flashing lights of a State Trooper behind him. End of Part 1

You can't have non-stop exposure to an irritant like urine-soaked clothes and not have physical consequences. The human body simply wasn't designed for that. Although infant skin is (typically) softer, this is the same issue that causes diaper rash for them.

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

Used to go to this ABS in South Jersey near the beach, but on the mainland before you crossed the causeway over to the barrier island. In summer the place was always hopping with lots of straight clientele; horny husbands whose wives and kids had gone to bed and "he ran out for milk" types of guys, though it was another kind of milk they were getting there. After a remodel they had a nice setup of booths in the back with gloryholes. The clerk at this store was a really nice guy. Built like a brick shithouse, rugged face, big stache, feathered dark 80s hair, always wearing little gym shorts and skimpy tank tops. He was always fun to shoot the shit with between customers and on slow nights. Was totally straight though. One night this very sexy straight couple came in. They were in full-on vacation mode and likely away from home, where nobody knew them or would know what they were doing. After some small talk with the clerk they go into a booth in the back and start fooling around. The clerk knew exactly what was gonna happen, so he says to one of us "watch the front" which was where the cash register and stuff was, "I'm going back there." Next thing you know he's in the back and says "watch this." He goes up to the booth the couple was in and knocks on the door and says "This is Tom (or whatever his name was), I just wanted to see if you had any questions about how the machines work, or needed any help?" With that the door opens up, he looks at me and winks, and in he goes. Let's just say that I was into the next booth before anyone else could and watched through the gloryhole as he banged the shit out of the woman while the husband watched and jacked off. I finally got to see that he had a very impressive cock and he sure knew how to use it. The husband had by then gotten down and had his face right in at the juncture of their sex, licking away at the action. Needless to say it had me hotter than a pistol, so I had my cock out and was stroking along to the action on the other side of that wall. The BF/husband was hot too, like a former college athlete, big, blonde, and sunburned. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and stuck his cock through the GH and I blew him while he was watching the action. The clerk was very verbal so I knew exactly what was going on in the other booth while I couldn't see. When the guy came he pulled out and I went back up to the GH and watched the grand, very loud, finale. It was quite a show. After that the clerk and I always joked about that night. And apparently that happened more frequently than i could have ever guessed. That was a fun place. I miss it.

I live alone in a second floor unit of a security block of units. My lease was coming up and I was moving to a fully furnished house, so I didn't need most of my existing furniture. So I was selling pieces off one by one online. The deal was you had to come and pick it up and take it away yourself. I am 5'7" in my 30's with an athletic build. Reasonably tight arse and smooth body except for my arse and pubes. I am also a very hungry bottom and I love being seeded. But lately with everything that has been going on getting ready for the move there has not been much action. But I was cleaning myself out every day to be ready in case an opportunity arose. I was selling the single bed from the spare room and it was all as usual. A mum wanted it for her kids etc. The usual boring shit. Then she messaged and said her brother would come pick it up with his ute for her in the afternoon. That was all fine and I hadn't thought much more about it. It was summer, so nice and warm and I was in shorts and singlet and a bit sweaty from moving things around. But there were storm clouds rolling over. The buzzer sounded and a deep gruff voice said it was Dan for the bed. I buzzed him up. A short while later there is a knock at the door and I open the door to reveal a middle eastern god. I mean, I cannot find a better way to describe him. He was 6' tall, short dark hair with a trimmed facial beard and piercing blue eyes. He was obviously a smoker. I smelt it radiate off him the second I opened the door. He was wearing a tight white singlet and quite tight gym shorts. He had a glorious hairy chest bursting from his singlet and his gym shorts were tight enough that I could see he had quite a nice package down there. I had to be very conscious not to stop and stare at his crotch. He had numerous tattoos and a full sleeve on his left arm. And embedded in the tattoos on his left arm sleeve was a clear and distinct biohazard tattoo. I pretty much fixated on the tattoo probably too long and I am pretty sure he noticed. Because when I looked back into his eyes he sprout a huge cheeky smile and his whole demeanour changed to being quite friendly. "I'm Dan. Here to pick up the bed" I initially stuttered a bit out of awe and just how good looking he was. "Um yeah right. Did you need a hand getting the mattress down to your ute?" "Yeah, that would be great. So much easier that way" As we were talking the sound of a few thunder claps sounded and there was a sudden down pour of rain outside. "Shit" Dan says and he walks out to my enclosed balcony to confirm what he just heard. I get to see him from behind and he had rock hard arse muscles. Either from gym work outs or lots of thrusting/fucking (I hoped) lol. "This is not supposed to last long" he says " do you mind if I hang here until it passes? I don't want the mattress to get wet." "For sure" I say "I have nothing else on for the rest of the afternoon." to which he immediately cracks another cheeky grin. "Do you mind if I have a smoke on the balcony?" "Sure - no problems. Do you want a drink while we wait?" "Fuck that be great - wouldn't have a beer would you?" "Sure do" I say and go in to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers while he lights up on the balcony. I bring the beer out and hand it too him and he offers me a smoke and I accept. We both have a drink and smoke on the balcony and make small talk. But I am getting all awkward as I keep looking at either his crotch or his tattoo and he has definitely noticed. After we finish our smoke, he says "while we wait, the sister said I should make sure the mattress is in good condition. You mind if I check it out?" "Sure, follow me" and I lead him into the spare bedroom where the bed posts etc are against the wall and the mattress is laying on the floor. Dan is directly behind me. I can almost feel and definitely smell him. I walk into the room and point to the mattress "it's in really good condition". That is all I get out. I feel Dan's body press up behind mine and his hands wrap around my lower body and start feeling me all over from behind. I feel his breath on my need as he pecks it and and I can already feel the bulge in his shorts growing and pressing against his shorts and my back and arse. "My sister said I should make sure it is in good condition, and what better way to test it than fuck a guy on it. I know you want it". My hands grab his hands as they explore my body and I lean my head back against his chest and he is kissing my ear now. "More than you could possibly imagine". He chuckles, "I saw you noticed my tattoo's. Is that a problem?" I am literally on heat as he embraces me and I feel and smell his manhood behind me. His cock is rock hard by now and it is a solid eight inches. "Once you see my arse, you'll have your answer to that question." I don't know if he is poz detectable or undetectable, but at this point nothing matters. I went off PreP three months ago due to side effects, but I just want this man inside me. I have already surrendered to him. I turn around and he tongue kisses me so passionately that he is clearly as turned on as I am. There is even a wet patch on his shorts from his pre-cum. His hold is so strong and this is a man I want to be taken by. I step back and lift his singlet off and his chest is that perfectly thick dark hair, bit it is refined and has clean boundaries. He removes my singlet and we are opposites. His hairy middle eastern body and my smooth one. We kiss again and his rock hard cock is pressing against my belly button because he is so much taller than me. He just smells and tastes like a man should. He kisses me more and looks me in the eye, "I haven't cum for 5 days man. It's gonna be big" and he smiles with that evil grin. "You may need to cum more than once then" I respond. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down and like I thought he is commando. I go to suck it and he stops me, lifts me back up and kisses me. "There will be time for that later. My balls literally hurt they are that full and I need to release the first wave of babies first. He smiles and then without warning pulls my short and underwear down and pushes me on to the mattress face down. It is then that he notices I have a tattoo of a pig on my left arse cheek and it is pointing to my hole. "Oh baby, you are going to be my little piglet today" He kneels down behind me and spits on my arse hole and before I know it he is pushing the head of his cock inside me. It's been a while and I am tight, but he notices and goes slowly. Before I know it he is balls deep inside me. "FUCK! I haven't bred a hole for a while, this feels so good." He starts fucking me faster and deeper and it feels great. I reach around to stop him and he says "you ok?". I say, "yeah, but I want to see your eyes when you cum". Without pulling out he flips me on to my back and my ankles are no around his shoulders. He leans in balls deep inside me and says "better?" and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I can tell he is getting close and he stops balls deep in me. "Mate, like I said its been a while, and I am close. You want this?" And I respond "I want this so much. Make me yours" and he smiles, kisses me and starts fucking and picking up the pace. Then he says "here it cums man. a five day load that may change your life forever" and he looks me straight in the eyes and grunts and groans as he is bottoming out on my arse and I can feel the pulsations of his cock as he pumps and pumps and pumps more seed in me than I think I have ever taken in one fuck. As he is pumping his seed inside me I reach up and start to massage and feel his biohazard tattoo knowing full well what is happening. He notices and this clearly turns him on more. After what seems like the biggest load ever, he collapses on top of me kissing me slowly. He goes soft and pops out of my hole and then rolls to my side taking a breath. "Fuck, I need a smoke now". We get our shorts and singlets back on and step back out on the balcony and it is still raining. He lights up a smoke for us both and we enjoy a smoke as we chat more about each other. He is far more touchy feeling now and it is nice. He slides his hand down the back of my shorts and slides a finger up my wet hole and a glob of cum drips down my leg. "It felt so good inside you man." and I can see he is getting hard again. " I know we probably should have discussed this first, but I guessed you were ok with the fact that I am poz. I saw you notice my tattoo and also feel it when I impregnated you. What I didn't say was I am not on any medication and probably quite toxic. That's why the big load. It's been hard finding someone ok with my status." I respond with a deep wet kiss and "I don't care. I would let you share your seed and poz babies with me anytime you want." To be continued.

If it is clear piss, I love drinking from the tap. Tina piss goes up my ass.

Part 2 Tony got off the bed and pulled Dylan upright. T: come along boy we are going to regain our strength in the couch. Dylan followed Tony naked and sat down in the leather seat. The seat felt cool at first but soon the leather took on the men's warmth. Tony lay down and Dylan came to lie on his chest. Tony turned on the Tv and put on a porn movie. Dylan began to calm down and fell into a trance because of the horny images he was seeing, although he had not been lying there for so long Dylan was still a guess as to how long he had been lying there, but when he came back to his senses for a moment he saw that light was coming through the shutters. He looked again closely at the images on TV and saw that he knew the men in the images were engaged with each other. T: do you find it horny boy watching you pozz daddy and daddy. 😧 yes pozz daddy, Dylan saw how Tony and another man were both fucking his father at the same time and how another man was playing with his father's nipples. T: take the pipe boy and blow some clouds for me. Dylan did as Tony asked him and blew five clouds for him. Dylan quickly felt the effects of the clouds and his head began to spin back. T: get on your knees in front of me boy and give me my phone. Dylan again did as Tony asked him. Tony started filming. T: we are going to work on your blowjob technique for a while boy because you need to learn how to indulge a real cock. T: take hold of my cock and start licking it from the root and work your way up. While doing so, look at me like it's, the best thing you've ever had the pleasure of licking. Dylan did as Tony told him and started licking his soft cock. T: That's it boy. Keep that horny longing coming. Dylan came with his tongue to the glans. T: just lick my glans and play with my foreskin. Dylan enjoyed the taste of Tony's cock. The cock smelling of sweat, piss and semen was blissful and totally awakened the slut in Dylan. T: let it slide down your throat boy. Breathe slowly in my cock and you will not have to gag. Dylan carefully let the cock slide in and when he got to the point where he felt he was going to gag, he closed his eyes and calmly tried to breathe the cock down his throat. It was just as Tony told him and he did not gag. He felt Tony's cock begin to get stiffer and stiffer and he heard Tony's encouraging words to him. T: That's it boy, you're a natural. Let that cock massage your throat nicely. Dylan began sliding his lips along the stiffened cock and although he didn't gag, tears sprang to his eyes and drool ran from his mouth. Tony let Dylan enjoy his cock for a while and filmed the blowjob he received from his new slave. Then he sent a whatsapp and put the phone next to him. Dylan felt Tony pulling on the butt plug. Dylan felt the plug come out of his pussy and fall to the floor. T: stand up boy and let's see how much you want to ride my fat pozz cock. Dylan stood up but it was still a little unfamiliar for him and he wasn't quite sure how he was going to ride Tony's cock. T: Turn around slave and lower your pussy onto my cock. It's not that hard. Dylan turned around and felt Tony give a few pats on his ass. He sank through his legs and felt the stiff cock pushing against his ass. Now Dylan knew what to do. He took hold of Tony's cock and put it against his open sphincter. He lowered himself gently and felt the glans slide into his cunt. Dylan again felt the pain of his sphincter being pulled open again. 😧 It hurts step daddy. I don't know if I can handle it. T: don't moan slave. That pain will go away soon. Dylan closed his eyes, and lowered himself onto Tony's cock. His mouth fell open and he groaned in pain. When Tony's cock was completely inside his pussy, he stayed for a moment and felt that the pain was indeed going away. T: just start riding boy. Let me feel how much you want my cum in your ass. Dylan began to slowly go up and down on Tony's cock and felt the pain go away completely and the horniness take over completely. Dylan was now completely unleashed and like an experienced slut he rode Tony's cock. Tony took hold of his new slave's hips and helped him set the pace and occasionally patted his ass. T: Lean against the table boy. Dylan got down on his knees in front of the table and felt Tony come behind him and push his cock all the way into his pussy at once. Dylan felt no pain at all only pleasure. Tony began to thrust hard into his cunt and the table slid forward a little with each thrust. Dylan dropped him all the way onto the coffee table and Tony was fucking Dylan's pussy like a wild animal. Then he grabbed Dylan and threw him in the seat, he put his legs in his neck and again pushed his cock deep into Dylan's pussy. Tony fucked the boy all over. Dylan enjoyed every thrust but felt his body would not be able to handle the brutal force for long. T: fuck boy, I could fuck this pussy all day. Tony saw that the boy was nearing the end of his strength T: don't you like it boy 😧 yes step daddy, I enjoy your fat cock in my cunt very much T: but 😧 I can't hold out much longer step daddy Tony didn't want to push the boy to the limit yet, because he wanted to be able to go on with him for a while longer. T: then I'll just keep my load with me for a while longer boy and let your cunt rest a bit. Tony saw that Dylan was disappointed. T: or do you still want my load in your cunt boy. 😧 yes step daddy, I want your pozz load in my cunt and get pregnant. Tony could control his orgasms well and he could actually hold out for a long time but to spare the boy he let his load come and he started fucking the boy a little harder. He heard how Dylan was moaning heavily and saw the pre-cum running out of his cock. Tony started breathing heavier now too. T: ok boy here comes my load, Dylan felt Tony's cock filling his pussy with his cum again and then falling down on him. Although Dylan enjoyed the fuck, yet somewhere he was relieved that he could take a breath. Tony's sagging cock fell out of Dylan's cunt and he felt Tony take the plug again and push his his cunt. T: lick my cock clean slave. I can't walk around with a dirty cock. With his last strength he took the cock in his mouth and began to lick it clean. The remnants of seed around Tony's cock gave Dylan some renewed strength. Dylan felt his pussy begin to glow again and knew that Tony must have put a crystal with the plug as well. Tony looked at his cell phone and saw that he had received a message. Tony went to the bedroom and came back with a see-through T-shirt and a jockstrap. T: put these on boy, we're going on a little trip. Dylan put on the jockstrap and T-shirt and followed Tony. Tony opened the side door of the van and to Dylan's great surprise he saw how there was a mattress in the van. T: lay down on this and rest for a while while I drive to our destination. Tony also threw a bottle of getorade at Dylan. T: I'll tell you when you can drink this boy, got it. I want you to be in top shape when we arrive. Dylan nodded and laid down on the mattress. Although this was not the best mattress, yet it was enough to give Dylan the rest he so craved. His pussy was glowing fiercely and the plug filled his cunt just enough to satisfy his desire. With every jolt the car gave from driving, the plug pushed against his prostate and Dylan felt a blissful wave of desire and horniness wash over him. Dylan fell asleep and had no idea how long he had been unconscious when Tony woke him up. T: it's time to drink boy, we'll be there in a big fifteen minutes. Dylan had gotten tremendously thirsty and he was glad he got to drink the bottle even though it was filled with G and would make him go flying again. Dylan began to feel the effects of the G because even though he was lying in a dark cabin there were all kinds of horny images flashing in his mind. He wanted to play with his cock, but bumped into his penis cage. He pulled on the plug for a moment and then pushed it back in. Dylan didn't realize that the car had stopped and Tony had opened the door and was looking at him. T: We are playing with our selves I see. Dylan looked back at Tony with his horny and longing gaze. 😧 yes pozz daddy. T: we are back to our strength too I see. 😧 my pussy is all ready again for your fat cock pozz daddy T: Here put this on boy, I don't want you to see where we are just yet. Dylan looked at the leather mask than Tony gave him and Tony helped him get it on. Dylan saw nothing in the mask, and to his surprise, he didn't feel stuffy either. Because his mouth and nose were open, he could breathe easily. Tony pulled him off the mattress, and Dylan felt the fresh air on his body as he stepped out of the van. Dylan felt a chain being attached to his neck strap. T: from now on you will do completely what I tell you boy. You are my slave and do everything I tell you without contradiction or opposition. Make me proud and you will be able to enjoy yourself, don't and you will be punished. Playtime is over, understood. You may address me as sir, step-daddy or pozz daddy and whatever happens, you remain my slave and I will take care of you. 😧 yes pozz daddy Tony gave his student another kiss and then pulled him along. Dylan felt by standing straight that the G had already been fully absorbed by his body and was working, as he felt a great desire to be able to indulge and serve Tony's body. Although he saw nothing he followed Tony without fright, Tony pulled him forward and whenever there was an obstacle he took hold of Dylan so he would not run into anything. Dylan was already fully under the influence of G again that he began to moan lightly at every touch and sought Tony's attention. Dylan felt he was going in somewhere as the cold air disappeared and the warmth inside he felt on his naked skin. Although he was inside, he only heard the footsteps of Tony and himself otherwise it was completely silent. They went up the stairs and into a room. There the chain was unhooked from Dylan's neck. T: Get on your knees boy and open your mouth. Dylan did as asked. A warm flaccid cock was placed on his tongue and Dylan didn't know what to do. For Tony had told him to just follow his orders. T: Show what you have learned boy and spoil that cock. Dylan began to lick and suck the unfamiliar cock. It was a completely different cock than Tony's, both in taste, smell and thickness. This cock was slightly bigger but certainly not as thick as Tony's. Dylan sucked the cock stiff and he felt a pair of hands placed on the mask that were neither Tony's nor the man he was sucking. The hands pushed his head up against the man's pubic hair and made the cock slide deep into his throat. Dylan couldn't get any air for a moment, the hands let go and Dylan was able to let the cock out of his throat and take a breath. Again the drool ran from his mouth and tears ran from his eyes. M: fuck Tony, you didn't lie that this slave is a fast learner. He can get all of my cock down his throat without gagging. Dylan's head was turned and another limp cock was pushed into my mouth. Again Dylan began sucking on the flaccid cock and felt it too become stiff in his mouth. Dylan heard how someone got a pat on the ass and how that person groaned for a moment. That definitely had to be Tony giving another slave a slap thought Dylan. Dylan felt how his butt plug was pulled and how it was removed from his pussy. M: holy shit Tony, you already have his cunt well ridden in I see. T: that's not so bad. He only has 2 loads already in his cunt and let's hope with that he is already pregnant with my virus. Mitch started laughing. M: Does he know it's charged with your toxic load. T: boy, do you know your master charged you with his virus. Dylan could hardly speak with the blissful cock in his mouth. T: speak boy. Dylan let the cock out of his mouth. 😧 yes pozz daddy, I hope I am already pregnant with your dirty load and my cells are boiling your virus and I will soon be your pozz slave. M: fuck Tony, you're his pozz daddy. T: and his step daddy too. Mitch started laughing. M: does that mean that Dylan heard another slapping and moaning. T: you guessed that right. M: that's fucking awesome man. Dylan had to follow Mitch to his knees and he felt that he came to sit in front of some kind of bench and again a flaccid cock was pushed against his face. M: take this cock in your mouth slave, but you don't suck yet understood. M: and you, just start emptying your bladder. Dylan knew what was about to happen. He took the cock in his mouth and tasted how his mouth was filled with piss. It tasted completely different from Tony's piss, much more concentrated but Dylan didn't care and he let the piss run down his throat to his stomach. M: hmmmmm yeah boy let that chempis run to stomach and make you nice and horny. T: has he been under the influence the whole time. M: since he got here he hasn't been clear for a minute. This piss will totally fuck your slut up. T: good thing because he could use another dose. Mitch started laughing. Dylan felt the last drop of piss being squirted into his mouth and his belly felt all warm and filled. Chris took hold of the boy again and pulled him straight and began kissing him. Dylan felt Mitch come to his ass and put some fingers in his pussy. M: Has he gotten a bump from you yet. T: what do you think. Mitch started laughing again. M: then he will know this feeling. Mitch pushed his seed coated fingers into Dylan's mouth and Dylan licked the finger clean while he was also tonguing Chris. T: I see you gave your slave some freedom. M: yes I promised him that he could also join in sometime when your slave came. T: has he dumped a load yet. M: no not yet, he was just about to squirt when you sent your message and managed to stop him just in time. Dylan heard moans again. T: You've filled him up before, I see. Mitch grinned. M: Sure, more than once. But I do have a few more loads ready to go. Dylan felt the shard of Tina begin to melt in his cunt and his pussy begin to fire back up. By now it had become a familiar feeling to Dylan and he knew what was coming next. First it would burn, then he would get even hotter and his cunt would have to be filled. Dylan began to moan as he felt the effects of the booty bump. M: I think he's ready. Now Tony laughed T: he was already ready when he came in. Let him already feel what awaits him in the next few hours M: just dump your load in his pussy bitch and I want to hear him moan so don't hold back. 😄 yes sir. Mitch pulled Dylan upright, Dylan had to lean on the same couch as the other slave lying on it. They were lying across from each other but Dylan couldn't see that. Chris came up behind Dylan and Dylan felt Chris' cock slide past his sphincter into his cunt until it was balls deep. Dylan began to moan instantaneously with pleasure and he felt how Chris had no mercy on him. Chris's cock was not as big as Mitch's but was certainly as thick as Tony's and Dylan felt how tense his pussy still was. Although he had no pain he still felt that his pussy was still fairly tight. 😄 he has a still a tight pussy sir. May I make him bleed. Mitch looked at Tony. T: go ahead. It won't be the last time should he bleed. Chris immediately started fucking hard and Tony came up next to Dylan. T: how does that feel boy to have another cock in your pussy. 😧 this feels good step daddy. T: hmmmmm, it's horny to see you getting fucked boy. I can't wait to ram my fat cock back into your cunt. Dylan began to moan heavily, both from the idea of Tony fucking him back and from the cock now pounding him firmly. 😧 hmmmmmmm, oh fuck yeah. Dylan felt his head being pushed against the other slave's head and their lips touching. T: kiss each other, and I want to see that you like it. Dylan was completely flying, through the g, the bump and the chempis which was now also fully doing its thing and he felt the lips, he opened his mouth and kissed the soft lips and stuck his tongue in the stranger's mouth. Both men gave themselves completely. T: hmmmm that's it bitch, lick each other off. M: fuck this horny. The slaves were intertwined in a hot and horny lovemaking. T: it's time to get you acquainted boy. Dylan felt the the mask being opened at the back and pulled over his head. When he could look back, at first he saw nothing because his eyes had to get used to the light, but he could see that the other slave had also been blindfolded. With his eyes still closed he again kissed the still unknown slave and when he opened his eyes again he saw that the other slave he was kissing was his own father. Dylan was so horny from the drugs that were in his system that it only made him hornier when he recognized his father. Nico, for his part, was startled at first when he looked his son in the eye. Although he was still firmly flying himself, he was a little clearer in his head. Nico looked at Tony and then back at Dylan. He kissed his son now with full knowledge of who he was kissing. Nico watched his son get fucked hard by Chris and wondered what all had happened to his son and Tony when he had left. Tony came up next to his partner and whispered in his ear. T: what do you think honey. T: look at him, didn't I do that wonderfully. Enlisted your son into the family and transformed him into a cum-addicted bitch who will do anything for me. He enjoys being pumped full of cock and cum. I have already given him 2 loads and hopefully he will be pozz within a few weeks. Nico felt Mitch working his pussy with a dildo and Nico moaned. N: but how. T: when you left we were having a drink together and the boy asked for it himself. He had had a few beers and watched me blow clouds. One thing led to another, his true nature came out and before he realized it properly he was begging me to dump my toxic load into his bowels. 😧 fuck me, fuck me harder. Nico looked wide-eyed at his son asking to be fucked harder. 😧 kiss me daddy and step daddy. although Nico who was still slightly in shock as Tony kissed the boy and Nico felt from the way Tony and Dylan kissed each other that it was truly meant. Nico let go of his own feelings and joined the trip Dylan was on. 😄 I'm going to dump my load sir, I can't hold it any longer. M: fine, just dump your load slut and then cage your dick again. 😄 fuuccccccccck. Dylan felt how Chris gave one last few violent thrusts into his cunt and how he then filled his cunt with his cum. He heard Chris panting and how he caught his breath. Chris' cock was getting limp and he watched as Chris took the penis cage and put it around his cock and locked the cage. Dylan's urge was not yet satisfied. 😧 fuck me pozz daddy, fill my cunt with your infectious cock and please knock me up. Nico sat with big amazed eyes watching his son begging to be fucked and infected by Tony. Nico saw how his son was completely fucked up and how he needed a cock in his pussy and like every father he wanted to take care of his son. N: yes fuck my boy. Give him your cock baby and give him your load. Mitch grinned at Tony, who couldn't help but grin back. He took hold of the heads of both his slaves and gave them both a turn around their ears T: I will decide for myself what will happen here and who can and may be fucked. Tony put his cock between father and son. T: just suck it hard first you dirty sluts. Nico and Dylan both started licking Tony's cock. Mitch came to stand next to them and watched the horny spectacle of father and son sucking their master's cock. M: This is so fucked up it's fucking horny. I'm jealous of you, you get to take these two home and use them every day. Tony took hold of both heads of the slaves and pushed them towards each other. T: Play with each other and with my cock. Let me enjoy. If I get to enjoy then you will also get to enjoy. T: Mitch can you take 2 needles. I want to shoot them both to the stars. Mitch looked at Tony with a devilish look. Tony untied Nico from the couch. He took them to the bed and Dylan had to lie on his back on the bed. He got a tourniquet around his arm and saw Mitch do the same to his father. Dylan was pulled to the edge of the bed and Nico came and sat in 69 position above him on all fours. Nico's flaccid cock was now on Dylan's face and Dylan had every effort not to start sucking the cock. Dylan felt the prick of the needle, he heard Mitch's countdown and then he felt the cold liquid disappear into his arm. The tourniquet was taken off and both Dylan and his father began to cough heavily. Both men also began to moan heavily and beg to be fucked. Dylan felt his legs being pulled into the air and Mitch's cock disappearing into his pussy. He watched as Tony came at his head and Tony pushed his cock into his father's pussy. Dylan watched as Tony fucked his father's cunt and while his cunt was being fucked by Mitch. Dylan moaned and suddenly Tony pulled his cock out of his father's hole. T: open your mouth slave and taste the pussy and loads that were already in your father. Dylan opened his mouth and Tony pushed his dick into Dylan's mouth which was momentarily filled on both sides. But long Dylan could not enjoy this for Tony pulled his cock out of Dylan's mouth and pushed it back balls deep into Nico's cunt who was also moaning heavily. Nico also watched Dylan's cunt being fucked and saw that his son's cock was also locked in a penis cage. Nico took hold of Dylan's balls and started licking them. Dylan became completely ecstatic as his body was being played with on all sides. When he didn't have Tony's cock in his mouth he was sucking his father's, he felt slaps on his ass, his balls were being licked by his father and Mitch was fucking his pussy vigorously. The room filled with sounds of flesh slapping against each other, moans and panting. Chris was the only one on his knees watching the foursome and was not allowed to participate. He saw how the four were enjoying the sex and he couldn't even pull his own cock, although he felt a tremendous desire to do so. T: I am about to blow my load. Open your mouth slave then you can swallow my whole load. You dirty whore. Dylan opened his mouth and Tony pushed his cock deep inside. Mitch was also nearing his high point and Dylan heard how both men began to moan and breathe more heavily. He felt his mouth being filled with Tony's warm seed and Dylan felt a kind of satisfaction come over him as he felt the seed in his mouth. It was heavenly, feeling the jets of seed shot into his mouth. Mitch gave one last thrust and he too began to squirt jet after jet of seed into Dylan's pussy. Mitch removed his cock from Dylan's gaping cunt and went to Chris. M: because you have been watching so well you may lick him clean slut. Chris didn't have to be told twice and like a man possessed he started licking the cock clean. Tony took 2 blue pills and gave one each to Nico and Chris. Dylan looked a little weird when he didn't get a blue pill and Mitch untied Chris' cock cage again . T: don't look weird boy. I just gave the other two slaves viagra. Their dicks need to get stiff so they can teach you how to really suck a cock. When I come back I want you both to have sucked their cock enough so you can spoil Mitch with your mouth later. I also want you to learn how to lick an ass. Lick your father's pussy clean and let him teach you how to spoil a man's pussy. M: if you do a good job boy you will get some nice candy later so you will become a horny slut again. T: who knows if you suck them very well they will give you their juice boy. T: if you want to reward him, giving cum is allowed. Fucking his pussy is not. You may put him on the machine and stretch his cunt open with that. Dylan nodded and understood what to do. Tony and Mitch left the three alone in the room and went downstairs to catch their breath. Nico was now “ alone” with Dylan for the first time since he knew he had also become a cock sucker. N: I thought you had an aversion to this son. 😧 when I came in with you it was so dad, but since the party you had held something had changed and I started to feel something I didn't know what it was. 😧 after you left, we had had a few beers and so many feelings came out in me, and him letting me go completely. Before I fully realized it I was sucking step daddy's cock and was completely addicted to it N: I know son, once you've had a cock in your mouth you can't go back. N: lie down on your stomach boy I'll teach you how to lick a pussy. 😧 ok daddy, but I do want you to spit Mitch's seed that you lick out of my pussy into my mouth. Nico and Chris both started laughing. 😄 now that's just spoken like a real slut. Nico looked proudly at his son. N: right. Never thought I would think this about my son. Dylan lay down on his stomach at the edge of the bed. Nico pulled Dylan's legs open, got down on his knees. Dylan felt his father's mouth go between the jaws of his ass and his tongue begin to lick gently at his sphincter. It was completely different from Tony, but his father did it much better. From his father he could really learn how to lick a pussy. His father couldn't say much but Dylan felt how his father did it and already had a very good idea what he was doing wrong and what he should do differently. Dylan was enjoying how his father was licking his pussy. 😧 Let me try daddy. Nico stopped licking and Dylan turned around. Nico showed the seed that was in his mouth and Dylan moved closer with his mouth to his father. The two began kissing each other and Nico pushed the seed into Dylan's mouth. Nico lay down on his back and put some pillows under his ass. Dylan lay down on his father's pussy and pulled his jaws open from his ass. N: start slowly boy, and I will guide you. Dylan placed his lips against his father's sphincter and began licking quietly just like his father. N: look me horny in the eyes boy. Let your eyes speak and tell me they like it. Dylan looked at his father and his eyes spoke volumes. N: that's it boy. Hmmmmm, you're doing good boy. Fuck, your tongue feels heavenly son. Chris stood next to the two and he pushed Dylan's head deeper into his father's pussy. 😄 pull open his pussy and push your tongue inside boy and lick the inside of his pussy. Dylan did as Chris told him and he watched his father close his eyes and enjoy his rim turn. Occasionally his father would say something he could still do or guide him a little. But Dylan was already well evolved and when Chris's cock began to get stiff again from the viagra, he pulled Dylan away from his father's pussy. Dylan himself had fallen into a trance from licking his father's cunt and looked a little confused at Chris. 😄 let that mouth of yours slide over my cock. Dylan began to moan as he saw the horny cock in front of him. He got another surge of horny chems and immediately wanted to put the cock all the way into his mouth. Chris pulled him back. 😄 easy boy. Play a little with my glans and foreskin first and look at me horny too. Your look always makes the other feel hornier when you look at him hornily and show that you enjoy his cock. Dylan played with Chris' glans and he listened to what he told him and executed it immediately. Chris let him suck throat deep and also told him to occasionally play with his tongue or suck on it a little harder. Then he had the boy lie on his back and let him experience for once what it felt like to be fucked in the throat. Tears and drool ran down Dylan's cheeks. But he enjoyed every second the cock was in his mouth. N: now suck us both son. Dylan now took hold of his father's cock and Chris took Dylan's hand so he could continue jerking his cock. Dylan alternated his father's cock with Chris' and both men watched approvingly as their student made great progress in his blowjob technique. N: I'm going to dump my load son, because I haven't been able to dump me nut for days. If you want your father's dirty cum then you will have to be able to swallow well son. 😧 yes daddy fill my mouth with your cum. I want to taste your babies daddy. N: suck nice and hard son and you will get my load. Nico started moaning and moaning hard. N: fuck son, oh fuck, I can't hold it anymore. Swallow son, swallow my load. Dylan felt his father take hold of his head and begin to shake his body, in his mouth he felt an abundance of thick strands of seed being squirted. His father must not have squirted for at least days because Dylan could not keep the load in his mouth without having to swallow the cum once already. Nico pushed his cock deep into his son's throat once more and let the last drops of seed run down his throat. Then he fell down on the bed, exhausted. Dylan was not yet satisfied and started sucking Chris' cock again. The latter took over himself and began to skull fuck him. The dominant side of Chris came out. 😄 you dirty cum swallower, you are good cock sucker boy. Your master will be proud of you later. 😄 are you going to swallow my cum too boy. Aren't you going to let a single drop go to waste of my toxic potion. Dylan was enormously aroused by the dominant way Chris was treating him and could only moan. Even though Chris was fucking his mouth tremendously hard, he still found this tremendously turning him on. Now Chris was also coming to his high point and Dylan felt his mouth being filled with cum again. When his mouth was filled for a second time Nico pulled his son off the bed. N: No rest for you son, your cunt still needs to be trained. Get on all fours so I can hook you up to the fucking machine Dylan did as his father asked him and sat down on all fours in front of the bed. He felt a fat dildo, even thicker than Tony pushed his cock against his sphincter. His father nodded to Chris and he turned on the machine. Nico helped the dildo to drill into his son's pussy and Dylan felt the pain for a moment back his sphincter being pulled open. Dylan took hold of the sheets of the bed and began to moan heavily. The pain did not last long and soon pleasure took over and Dylan returned to the horny intoxication of sex. Nico and Chris lay down on the bed in front of him and began making love to each other while watching Dylan get fucked by the machine. Occasionally Chris would turn the machine up to a higher setting. Dylan began to moan more firmly and from his penis cage his pre-cum ran in a jet onto the floor. Nico crawled off the bed for a moment and licked up his son's pre-cum and then kissed his son so he would taste his own pre-cum. After an hour, Tony and Mitch came back into the room and the game between the 5 began again. The rest of the weekend they stayed together and Dylan continued to be trained. Not an hour went by without Dylan's pussy not being used, his mouth filled and his body pained. Nico was completely impressed with his son's stamina and willingness to serve Tony and Mitch. He had seen a lot over the years but how his son had transformed from straight to fuck-through bottom slave in a time was a mystery to him. Would it be his genes that had caused his son to be such a willing whore or would it be the Tina. Time would tell if this really would be his son's new life and once he could think clearly again whether he wouldn't regret his decision. After the weekend, the three went home. Dylan stayed in his room as he was used to before, the only thing that changed was that there were no more boundaries. Tony now had not one but two slaves in his house and he had every difficulty in restraining himself from fucking the slaves all day, pumping them full of his cum or piss. Once when Nico Dylan had him with him in one of his few lucid moments, he asked him if he really wanted this life. Dylan understood what his father wanted to ask him, if he didn't regret that night he took his first puff of the pipe filled with Tina. 😧 no daddy, I understand what you are asking. But no I don't regret it. Before that night I was a virgin, ignorant of what sex and pleasure was, didn't know who I was and what my purpose was. Now I know what giving and getting pleasure is, I have a purpose in my life and I know who I am. 😧 it would be weird to say I regret it, when all I think about is sucking a cock or to be able to ride it. Nico wanted to say something more to this but Tony was behind the door and had heard everything. T: is that so slave. Is that all you can think of to be able to pleasure a cock. Then get on your knees and show your father how you want to spoil my cock. Dylan did what was expected of him and so the days passed. Tony had been happily expecting Dylan's fuck flu for several days that just wouldn't break out and he wondered if his babies were still contagious. But Tony's patience was rewarded, Dylan got up one morning and was feeling absolutely lousy. He had a fever and could hardly stand on his feet. T: what's up boy, don't you feel good. 😧 no pozz daddy. It's like a truck ran over me. Tony knew what was happening. Dylan's cells had made enough of his virus and were completely destroying his cells to become all pozz and emit virus themselves. T: just lie down in your bed boy, take off your clothes and I'll come and measure your fever later. Dylan took another sip of water and went to his room, took off his clothes and sat on all fours on his bed. He sat on all fours because he thought this would be an easy way for Tony to measure his fever. Dylan's face was on his pillow and his eyes were closed, he heard Tony enter his room. Dylan was startled for a moment when he felt some lube on his pussy. Surely my pussy is wide enough for a thermometer he thought. Then Dylan felt that a thermometer was not being pushed into his cunt but Tony's cock. Although Dylan was having a hard time, still he was craving Tony's cock. T: hmmmmm boy. You definitely have a fever. Your cunt is just radiating heat. You'll have the fucking flu boy. Dylan felt Tony begin to thrust lightly into his cunt. Dylan began to moan. T: your cunt feels so nice and warm boy. Shall I stop or shall I give some more of my DNA so your virus can grow properly. Dylan was getting all horny now 😧 don't stop pozz daddy, fuck my pussy and fill it up completely with your virus. Then when I am completely cured, I will finally be completely your pozz son. T: that's right boy. Before you are allowed to get well I'll squirt your pussy full again. Dylan felt Tony go all the way now and start fucking his cunt hard. Although he had a high fever, he was getting even hotter with every thrust he got in his ass. Dylan began to go into a trance and how long Tony was fucking him was a mystery to Dylan, as he had no sense of time at all. But he did notice at the end that his cunt was getting moist and how Tony's cock disappeared from his cunt, leaving only an empty and wet feeling. Dylan fell down on the bed and he felt Tony pressing his cock against his lips. T: here some more protein for you boy you will need it. Dylan opened his mouth and took the cock in his mouth. He tasted the sperm hanging on the cock and licked it clean. Then he fell into a deep sleep. Tony covered his young pozz becoming son and let him sleep it off. Dylan struggled for a good week. Tony and Nico took advantage of that time to create a new profile on various dating, hookup sites and bdsm websites. The name of the profile was always the same. Master daddy and sub daddy seek master, husband for their newly pozz turned son. Both Tony and Nico agreed that it was a temporary solution than Dylan living with them. The boy needed to be able to live his own life as a slave with another master. Although they enjoyed this situation, it had to end and as soon as Dylan was better they would introduce him to the candidates master spouses. The description of the profiles said: Son of 19, handsome, well built, trained by master and sub daddy. Pregnant with master daddy's virus and is now undergoing his transformation to pozz pig/slave/slut. Very willing and eager to learn. He loves to pleasure a cock and doesn't say no to a fuck or cum. The more the merrier. Experienced with PNP, BDSM, PISS and is open to more. If you want to ram your fist into his cunt, you will have to train him but he is such a good student that you will have fun. He still lives with us now, but we are looking for new partner for him. Not a one time date but for life. If interested send message and we can make arrangements so you can come see and test him and see if there is a match. One candidate after another sent his details. After 5 days Nico had his hands full reading the messages and had made a list of 5 candidates who really stood out. Because even though Dylan was a slave, Nico didn't want his son to end up with anyone. Older men over his own age did not make the list. Men who he suspected would only want him for one night were also not on the list, and those he thought would put him in a whorehouse were immediately eliminated. Nico showed the list of 5 candidates to Tony. T: That doesn't look bad. Let's have them all come at once or one at a time. Nico laughed. N: what are you going to say to Dylan, you are the bachelor and after each fuck give a rose to the masters you want them to fuck you again. It's not a TV show. N: no we explain it to him and have them come one by one so he can see who it clicks best with. Tony started laughing. T: I still could have watched the TV program. Who picks Dylan's rose or slave seeks master or my favorite who becomes Dylan's master. Nico sent the messages to the men and told them they could come over when Dylan was better. After a week when Dylan had regained his strength and a blood test had confirmed he was Pozz from now on, they sat around the table and Tony told him what was going to happen. At first Dylan was disappointed and felt betrayed by Tony. For he thought he was going to be allowed to serve him forever. But after a day when he had sat and thought about the idea a little more, he could still agree and also understood that this could last forever. Tony was his father's partner and he needed to be able to live his own life. That night they agreed that Nico could have the men come over to see if there was anything decent among them. When the first one came, Dylan was very nervous. Tony had ranked the men according to his opinion from least to most possible contenders. The first was Fred, he was 45 y and at first glance was Dylan's thing. He was big, hairy, dominant looking but once the clothes came off, the small cock was a serious turn-off for Dylan. Dylan sometimes let Fred use him but he wouldn't give a rose to Fred. The fact that he wouldn't let him use Tina anymore was also a turnoff. The second and third were totally not Dylan's thing, they didn't even get into the playroom and the rose remained in the vase. Dylan's hope and patience began to run out when it also became apparent that the fourth was not what he was looking for. Dylan had now completely given up hope and reluctantly let the last man come. Dylan didn't know who was coming only that for now this was the last one on his father's list. If this is nothing I will look for myself he thought. The bell rang and Dylan answered it. Dylan stood rooted to the ground. In front of him stood a man he knew. He was about 10 years older than him. Zack was a starting coach on the rugby team the first year Dylan went to that school. Zack was a rugby player and in his time was the most popular boy in the school and as he got older, he decided to become a coach of the school team. Dylan was impressed by Zack's appearance even then, as he was tall, hugely muscular and athletically built. All the young girls were falling like flies for the coach of the rugby team. But Zack always found it strange that the popular coach had to leave after only 1 year. Zack probably wouldn't know him because they had never spoken to each other because he didn't join the rugby team. This couldn't be true, this definitely had to be a mistake. 😧 can I help you. Zack grinned. Z: I think I'm coming for you Dylan. He knew my name. 😧 ok, come on in. Dylan's heart started pounding faster. 😧 walk through to the living room. Zack came in and gave Dylan a good squeeze on his ass, Dylan was startled for a moment but still felt himself getting hornier by what Zack was doing, Zack went into the living room and sat down in the couch and put his backpack next to him. Nico walked in and saw his son's reaction and knew this was going to be it, Zack just radiated one and all alpha male and Nico knew this was totally his sons thing. Nico asked if Zack wanted a drink, Zack nodded and Nico went to get a beer. Tony came into the living room and sat down in the couch as well. Nico brought 2 beers and gave one to Tony and the other to Zack. T: Tell me Zack, do you like what you see. Zack looked at Dylan and grinned. Z: what would I not like. You have a beautiful son here. Z: I even think we know each other, isn't it. Dylan felt his heart beat faster. Nico looked at Dylan. Z: weren't you in the school where I first coached the rugby team. 😧 right. 😧 I always thought it was weird that you left after just one year, because you were hugely popular anyway. Zack started grinning. Z: that's a long story, but let me just say that my dick left marks. T: and tell me what exactly are you looking for. Zack grinned again and inspected Dylan with his eyes. Z: a permanent slave who lives with me. T: what do you think could he become your slave. Z: if he can handle me I would like to give him a chance yes. Tony looked at Dylan and signaled for him to sit next to Zack. T: sit down next to the master boy. So he can get a good look at you. Dylan sat down next to Zack and felt tremendously nervous because Zack was totally his thing. Zack was taller, broad build, through his T-shirt you could see his hair and muscles. And if you looked at his training pants you could see he was well provided for there as well. Zack sipped his beer and put his hand on Dylan's leg and squeezed his buttock firmly. T: That's better boy. T: you know he's pozz. Z: that makes two of us. T: what do you desire from your slave. Zack looked at Dylan and Dylan saw how Zack's gaze changed from the sweet neighbor boy to the gaze of a dominant predator. It only wound Dylan up more, and he felt how he was beginning to fall completely under Zack's spell. Z: that he is obedient, that he is cock hungry, loves pain, spoils me and is open to new things. T: that won't be a problem for him. T: are you using. Z: I pnp, but my sub will be much more under the influence than I am. T: do you hear that boy. I think Zack is something for you here. Don't you think so. Dylan nodded. Z: and who finally decides if he comes to live with me if there is a click. Tony started to laugh. T: eventually he will get to decide, it will also probably be the last decision he will ever make. Zack started grinning and sipped his beer again. T: Then show Zack you're interested son, and don't sit there like a dumb sheep. Dylan got out of the seat and got down on his knees in front of Zack. He wanted to pull down Zack's sweatpants to start blowing him. But Zack stopped him for a moment longer. He took a box from his backpack and looked at Tony. Z: may I. T: if you want to make him fly, go ahead. Z: open your mouth bitch. Dylan was completely impressed by Zack's dominance and he opened his mouth. Zack put an xtc pill on it and handed Dylan a bottle of getorade. Z: drink up boy so I can test if you have it in you to serve me and I'll take you home. Dylan took the bottle and drank the bottle and swallowed the pill. T: Good boy. Just listen carefully to Zack. Zack took hold of Dylan's head and pushed him in his crotch. Z: have a good smell of the dirty cock that will soon rape your cunt. Dylan felt goose bumps come up all over his body. Zack was totally it he thought. This was the type of man he wanted to give his whole life to. Dylan smelled Zack's cock through his pants and it drove him wild. He felt how Zack's cock was getting stiffer. Although he hadn't seen the cock yet, but it certainly had to be a bigger and thicker cock than Tony's cock. Dylan wanted to pull the pants down to suck his future master's cock but again Zack stopped him and he pulled his hair. Z: did I say you could touch my cock slave. Now Dylan was completely sold. Tony was also totally turned on by the way Zack was handling Dylan and he nodded to Nico to come sit with him. Nico came and sat next to Tony and Tony pushed Nico's head into his crotch. T: start sucking my cock slave. Because this excites me immensely here. Nico started sucking Tony's cock and Tony watched as Zack took Dylan completely in his power. Zack pulled down his pants and his fat circumcised veined bull cock came out. Dylan immediately wanted to start licking it, but that was not to the liking of Zack, who immediately stopped Dylan. Z: I decide what happens bitch. If you want to be my slave you better start obeying. Dylan knew what he had to do and although he didn't know what to do with his horniness, he tried to hold back. T: let him feel who's boss. Tony brought out his pipe and melted the crystals in it, then blew a cloud into the room. He made sign to Zack. T: dude you want to blow a cloud too. Zack brought out his own pipe and winked at Tony. T: a man after my own heart. Dylan was still looking hungrily at Zack's fat bull cock and watched as Zack placed the pipe against his lips and began to blow a cloud. Zack saw how Dylan sat looking hungrily at both his cock and the cloud. Z: Is there something bitch. Z: what do you want, do you want to suck my cock or do you want to blow a cloud. Z: for once you may choose, but decide quickly or you will get nothing Dylan knew what he wanted. He opened his mouth and let Zack's cock slide into his mouth as fast as he could. Dylan couldn't get Zack's cock all the way into his mouth yet, but with some training he was sure he would be able to. Zack melted the crystals again, sucked the fumes and closed his eyes and took hold of Dylan's head and pushed him deep onto his cock until that throat was deep. Dylan felt his mouth was going to tear up and for a moment he didn't get any air either. Z: good choice bitch. I do love cock hungry bitches. You're going to blow those clouds later anyway. Tony saw that things were good between the two lovebirds. He pulled Nico off his cock. T: we are going to our room honey because I got way too horny and I need to be able to dump my load in your cunt. Let the lovebirds get to know each other a little better. T: Zack at the end of the hallway is our playroom. It's all yours. Better test the goods. Then I'll come over later to see if it's going to be something or not. T: here is the key for should you need it. Tony put a small key on the table and winked at Zack, Zack nodded and pushed Dylan back on his cock. Zack took the pipe again, melted the crystals and sucked in the fumes. He pulled Dylan off his cock and pulled him to his mouth. He placed his lips on Dylan's and blew the cloud into Dylan's mouth. Then he put his tongue in Dylan's mouth and began kissing him fiercely. The two continued kissing each other for at least 15 minutes before Zack broke the kiss. Dylan felt how the xtc and the g that toraded in the bottle began to do its work. Dylan felt all lightheaded and horny as hell. Z: show me that playroom slave. I want to be able to see you if you have it in you to serve me. Dylan stood up and took hold of Zack's hand. Although Dylan was somewhat used to chem use by now, still this dose was very heavy and he was shaky on his feet. Dylan took Zack into the room and when they were inside, Zack put his backpack back down and looked around first. Z: my grief I won't need, this room looks just like the one at my house. Tony has it pretty good here slave. Z: have you already used everything here bitch, or do I still have to teach you all the tricks of the trade. 😧 no sir, pozz daddy has already taught me a lot but not everything yet. I hope you might be able to train me further and make me a complete slave. Zack judged Dylan, licking his lower lip and biting it. Z: hmmmm, this is already very promising slave. If you are as good as you look then this could be something. Z: do you want to give your life to a master, do you want to let him decide everything for you, who you fuck, when you get fucked, please him without getting anything in return. Z: speak freely slave, for once I want your honest answer. Because I don't want to waste time with trivial slaves who don't touch my standard. 😧 I want to be able to serve a master, please him and give him everything I can. He can decide everything for me, but I want a relationship like my father has with Tony, be a slave or bitch but also be the partner and lover. Zack went along Dylan's body with his hands and he felt Dylan start to tremble at his touches. Z: hmmmm, I can relate to that slave. You will be the slave and bitch first, the partner and lover you must earn and grow. Zack took hold of Dylan's T-shirt and ripped it open he then kissed Dylan and he looked at Dylan's chest and took hold of his nipples. Z: when you become my slave you will get to train some more and grow more muscles boy, but I can help you with that. Z: I see Tony has already done some work on your nipples but they still need some more work to make them nice and playable. Dylan felt Zack pinching his nipples and he curled his toes in both pain and desire at Zack. Zack pulled down Dylan's shorts and saw that Dylan's cock was locked in a penis cage. Z: that's the way it should be bitch, your dick should be locked up because you don't need it for anything. Zack walked around Dylan inspected his naked body. Dylan felt Zack squeeze his ass and give him a few slaps. Dylan didn't budge. Z: hmmm, good boy. I can do something with you. Zack took off his T-shirt and workout pants and Dylan looked at Zack's divine body, Dylan had become so horny and slutty from the x and g that pre-cum was starting to spill out of his dick. Z: what's that bitch, what do I see running around here. Zack came to Dylan and pointed to the drops of pre-cum that had fallen to the ground. Z: can you not control yourself bitch. Does master make you horny maybe. Dylan nodded. Z: what do you say slave. Zack took Dylan's balls firmly in his hands and squeezed them firmly causing Dylan to curl his toes and let out a cry. 😧 yes sir, you make me totally horny and I long to be able to serve you and pleasure your cock. Zack squeezed and pulled on Dylan's balls once more. Z: is that so slave. Does master make you so horny that your cock would get stiff for him. 😧 yes sir. Zack took the key and opened the cock cage. Z: prove it bitch. Dylan's dick was freed back for the first time in a long time, but nothing happened. His cock remained limp and shriveled. Zack looked at it with a devilish grin. Z: Apparently I don't make you that horny slut. That pathetic cock of yours shows no sign of life. Zack now took hold of Dylan's balls and cock and squeezed them hard. Dylan let out another hearty moan of pain. Z: what am I to do with a slave with such a pathetic cock. Dylan felt embarrassed and looked at the ground. Z: speak boy I asked you something. 😧 I don't know sir, you make me extremely horny but my pathetic cock Z: leave those, but. I will have to do without your pathetic cock though. You will only need that one to get it hurt, I can't use it for more. Zack took hold of Dylan's head and looked deep into his eyes. Z: you need to fly some more boy. I want you so high up in the clouds you won't remember your name. Zack handed him his crystal-filled pipe. Z: blow some clouds boy, I'll see what we can all use here. Dylan took the pipe and started blowing big white clouds. Zack took some grief and put it next to Dylan on a table. First he put wrist, neck and ankle straps on him and then he took the pipe back off. He licked Dylan's face and while the wrist straps were attached to the chain coming from the ceiling. Dylan felt he was flying higher and higher because of the clouds he had blown and now his head was spinning all over. Z: hmmmm that looks good boy. Zack came to stand in front of him and licked and bit Dylan's nipples. Dylan could only moan a little and the drool was running out of his mouth from the desire for Zack. Because right now Zack was the only thing going around in his head that counted for him. Zack took 2 nipple clamps and placed them on Dylan's nipples. Then he took wax pins and placed them one by one on Dylan's scrotum and cock. Dylan curled his toes as he placed each clothespin. At first he felt the huge pinching, but he tried to suppress that feeling. After Zack placed the last peg on his cock, there was no room to add another. Dylan tried to suppress the pain signals but because of the chems it didn't work very well. Z: hmmmm, good slave, I'm impressed with you. Z: but let's see if your pain threshold can handle this too. Zack took a blindfold and put it on Dylan. Zack took a whip and first gave several blows against Dylan's ass and back. This was not the first time Dylan had received blows from a whip against his ass and he could handle this well. Then Zack came to the front and played with whip first around the nipples without hitting them. With every touch of the whip Dylan's body squirmed because he couldn't see anything he also couldn't judge or know what was going to happen and every touch was a special feeling, something he didn't expect. But then Zack began lightly tapping the nipple clamps with the whip and Dylan was startled with each stroke and let out a light moan. It was not yet from pain but rather from pleasure and Dylan enjoyed the new experience Zack was giving him. Z: good slave, Tony has already trained you well. Then Zack gave a tap against one of the clothespins on Dylan's scrotum. It fell off and pulled a second peg with it. That gave a jolt of pain to Dylan who now gave a groan of pain and curled his toes again. Z: not too bad slave. I don't want to hear a whimper for a clothespin falling off your insignificant cock. Zack tapped another pinch and it too fell off. Dylan tried to banish the pain despite the chems and pain signals and only let out a slight internal moan Z: that's much better already, you're learning fast boy. Zack now let himself go completely and knocked off all the pegs. Dylan couldn't help but scream loudly in pain. After all the pegs were off Zack gently took hold of his cock and balls and massaged Dylan's pained skin and also began to kiss him softly and lovingly. The warm gentle hand around his cock and balls made Dylan relax completely and gave him back a sense of pleasure. Zack's loving kiss brought him back into the clouds and he fell even more for alpha male taking him in hand. Z: your screams make me horny all hell slut. Hmmmmmmmm, I will drive you crazy until I have you completely in my power. That's what you want isn't it slave, coming under my control. Dylan was still panting from what he had just experienced. 😧 yes master, I want to come under your power completely. While still kissing, Zack took hold of the nipple clamps and pulled on them. Dylan let out a moan of pain while he was still kissing Zack, and he felt Zack become more dominant again when he started moaning. Zack bit Dylan's lip. Z: you dirty slave. Zack slapped Dylan's ass and pulled the jaws of his ass open. Z: I'm going to play with your pussy slut, I'm going to stretch it open until you can get my cock and later my fists in your pussy. Dylan started breathing heavily and moaning. Zack undid Dylan's wrist straps and Dylan sagged his knees for a moment because he was momentarily exhausted from the pain. Z: you are not tired yet slave, we have only started. 😧 sorry master. Z: just sit on all fours. Dylan was still blindfolded, and carefully went through his knees and sat on all four. Not knowing if he was sitting correctly for his master. Dylan felt Zack push two fingers dry into his pussy. Dylan was startled for a moment because he did not expect this but enjoyed Zack's fingers in his pussy. Z: hmmmm, your cunt is not yet a wide open hole slave. I like that. Then I can still train and mold your cunt myself to how I want it. Dylan began to moan as he felt his cunt begin to burn and he knew that Zack must have put a crystal in his cunt. Z: let those crystals do their work for a while. Your cunt will soon be nice and hungry for my cock. Dylan felt the burning sensation getting more intense. Zack came to stand in front of him and pulled him straight so that he was now on his knees. Z: has your pozz daddy taught you how to drink yet slave. Before Dylan could say anything, he felt Zack's fat cock pressing against his lips and he opened his mouth and let the cock slide into his mouth. Z: What does it matter if he has already taught you to drink, if you want to be my slave you are going to have to be able to drink. Dylan felt a warm stream of piss begin to flow into his mouth. Dylan eagerly began to drink Zack's piss he wanted to put his hands on Zack's ass so he could position himself better. But he got a pat to his head. Z: did I say you could hold me slave. Keep your hands to yourself until I say you can touch me understood. Dylan let go of Zack's muscular ass and let the piss flow into his stomach. Dylan felt the burning sensation begin to go away and the desire for and cock in his pussy became greater and greater. Zack pushed his limp cock deeper into Dylan's mouth after the last drop of piss. Z: suck me hard slave, just show what you can do with your mouth. If you get me stiff then maybe I can play with your pussy sometime. Dylan's head was completely spinning but the blissful bull cock in his mouth made him extremely horny so he began to lick and suck it. Z: yeah slave, Tony has already trained your mouth well. Just suck my fat cock. Hmmmm yes you are doing well boy. Dylan felt his mouth getting more and more filled with Zack's stiffening cock and he felt Zack take hold of his head and begin to throat fuck him. Dylan again couldn't breathe for a moment until Zack released his head for a moment. Tears ran down Dylan's cheeks along the blindfold and drool ran from his mouth. Zack kept fucking Dylan's mouth and Dylan suddenly tasted Zack's pre-cum. When Dylan got the full taste of the pre-cum he started moaning loudly . Zack took off Dylan's blindfold and looked him in his eyes and spit in his face and pushed his cock back deep into Dylan's throat. Z: what a dirty little slut you are. Master can already slide his cock so deep down your throat. A little more training and you'll get him all the way down your throat. Dylan watched Zack with flying and slutty eyes as he had his throat fucked by him. Zack withdrew his cock from the mouth and throat of Dylan who had a moment to regain his breath. But Zack immediately pulled him into the sling. Zack who was well muscled picked up Dylan who was no featherweight after all and put him in the sling. Dylan was totally impressed with the alpha male who would hopefully become his future master. Zack fastened his legs to the chains of the sling so that Dylan's cunt was completely visible to Zack. Zack again stuck a few fingers dry into Dylan's cunt and watched how Dylan enjoyed finally having a filled feeling in his cunt. With his other hand he slapped Dylan's ass a few times and saw how Dylan was having a hard time dealing with the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure. Zack took a spank pallet and first pushed another shard of tina into Dylan's pussy. Zack first gave some gentle slaps against Dylan's ass and he saw that his slave still liked this, then he saw by Dylan's look that shard was beginning to melt and burn in his pussy. Z: are you hot slave. Dylan nodded. Zack gave a harder slap with the pallet against his ass and Dylan felt it pinching where he had received the slap. Z: speak to me when I ask you something. 😧 sorry master, yes I am getting very hot inside. Z: then we have to make sure you get just as hot on the outside hey boy. Zack began to give some firm slaps against Dylan's ass and Dylan felt how his ass began to be firmly on fire both inside and out. Zack saw that the ass came out nice and red and also saw that although Dylan was in pain, he was still fine with it. Z: shall I put out the fire in your ass slut. 😧 yes sir, put the fire out in my ass with your fat cock. Dylan hoped that Zack would start fucking him because he greatly longed for that fat bull cock in his pussy. But Dylan watched as Zack took hold of his cock and began to piss on his beaten ass. The piss that came on his ass made his ass even hotter because the beating had slightly abraded his skin and the piss gave a caustic reaction to the small wounds. Zack came closer and closer with his cock as he was pissing and he pushed his pissing glans against Dylan's gaping pussy. He pulled it open and pushed his glans in slightly, starting to piss into Dylan's pussy. The piss did not stay in Dylan's cunt and Dylan felt the piss run out of his cunt and down his ass to his back. Zack took hold of his cock and balls and pulled hard. Dylan again felt pain and pleasure at the same time and again did not know what to do with his feelings. Zack felt that Dylan's cunt was not quite ready to push his cock in dry. Dylan's cunt was not yet loose enough for that. Z: I would love to be able to just push my cock into your cunt slut. But your cunt is too dry and too tight. Z: you are lucky slave that I like to play with tight cunts, otherwise the fun would be over here and now. 😧 thank you master. You can stretch my cunt as far as you like. So that you can always ram your cock into it without any problems. Zack took some toys and began to work Dylan's cunt with them. Dylan felt how Zack began to stretch open his sphincter more and more. Dylan again saw the predator look in Zack's eyes and it thrilled him immensely to see him working his pussy like that. Although Dylan was still heavily under the influence of the drugs, yet he felt genuine feelings for Zack and Dylan hoped Zack had feelings for him as well. Dylan relaxed completely as Zack worked on his pussy. Dylan was a true bottom slave and he enjoyed most when his cunt was being played with, it didn't matter if his cunt would rip because of the thickness of the dildo being pushed into it. As long as his hungry cunt was fed. Dylan watched Zack take a speculum. He had never seen that before and still wondered what Zack would do with that with that metal thing that looked like a duck's mouth. It didn't take Dylan long to find out what Zack intended to do with it, as he felt the cold metal against his sphincter and felt Zack push it into his cunt. Dylan felt the cold metal being pushed deep into his cunt and then how Zack began to tighten the mouth, pulling his cunt open. Z: look at your pussy slave. When I'm done with it it won't be so tight anymore. Zack stood looking at Dylan's pussy and took hold of his cock and began to jerk himself while giving another slap on Dylan's ass. Dylan groaned and felt a sense of jealousy rise as he saw Zack pulling on his own cock. Zack tightened the duck mouth again and Dylan's pussy was pulled open further and further. Zack came to stand next to Dylan and while he was still playing with his cock, he pulled on Dylan's nipples with his other hand. The water ran out of Dylan's mouth as he looked at Zack's fat stiff cock and Zack soaked up the pre-cum running from his cock with his finger and let Dylan lick his finger clean. The predator in Zack got all loose and Dylan moaned at it, like a real slut he licked the finger all clean. Dylan felt his pussy being pulled open even further and Zack took hold of Dylan's head and pushed his stiff cock into Dylan's mouth. Dylan was ecstatic when he felt the glans on his tongue. But he couldn't enjoy that for long, because Zack began fucking his mouth roughly, ramming his cock deep into his throat. Drool and tears ran down Dylan's face. But he enjoyed every second the cock was in his mouth and throat. Zack withdrew his cock from Dylan's cunt and stood back up to his cunt. He pushed his fat cock into the opening of the duck's mouth and he saw that the pussy was now pulled open far enough to fuck soon. Zack took a syringe that was ready and a rubber band. Z: do you know what this is slave. Dylan nodded. 😧 that's miss Tina in a syringe master. Z: good slave. In what ways have you already gotten Miss Tina from Tony Dylan groaned for a moment as he got a fit of horniness at the sight of the syringe. 😧 Pozz daddy has already let me smoke Miss Tina, has already let her melt in my pussy, I have already been allowed to drink Miss Tina from Pozz daddy's cock and if I am very good then Miss Tina gets shot straight into my veins. Zack groaned and nodded in satisfaction. Z: do you love Miss Tina boy. 😧 yes sir, Miss Tina makes my true nature come out all the way. Z: is that so boy and what nature comes out. Will I like your true nature or should I better leave that syringe aside anyway. 😧 then I will become a real whore sir, my cunt then cannot do without your cock and cum. My desire for you will then become so much greater than it already is and do everything you desire of me. Zack looked approvingly at Dylan. Z: then we will check how willing you are slave and how your cunt longs for my cock. Dylan grunted and he felt Zack tie off his arm and search for a nice vein. He saw the needle disappear into his arm and watched the clear fluid turn slightly red. Z: if this is in your system boy there is no turning back. I will then completely destroy your cunt with my cock and when I finish I will still be begging you for more. Dylan nodded to Zack and his eyes twinkled as he saw the plunger being pushed in. It was solid dose as he felt how violently Miss Tina slammed into his system. He began to cough heavily and felt how the horniness Miss Tina brought with her was more intense than usual. Zack took hold of his head and looked deeply into Dylan's big black flying saucer. Z: and slave, how do you feel. Will your pussy willingly let master his cock inside Dylan could not control his horniness and had gone completely wild with horniness. 😧 fuck yeah master, rape my cunt. My cunt is all ready for your bull cock. Z: I love to hear that slut. I hope for your sake your cunt is ready because I have no mercy when I'm fucking. Zack pushed his fat mushroom against Dylan's gaping pussy and in one motion pushed his cock inside. Dylan felt his cunt being pulled open hard how his sphincter was at its maximum for now. Dylan was able to quickly suppress the pain of the brutal intruder and let the pleasure and desire for Zack's cock take over. Zack began pumping firmly into Dylan's cunt and also gave a hard slap to his ass with each thrust. Dylan was moaning uncontrollably as the Tina in his body had completely taken over him. 😧 Destroy my cunt with your big and fat cock master and it in your image of what my cunt should look like. Zack moaned with pleasure and pulled his cock out of Dylan's cunt and then pushed it in again in one stroke to balls deep. Dylan moaned with pleasure and let Zack have his way with his cunt all the way. Z: Tony has already trained your cunt well slut and he has taught you good manners. Zack had been fucking Dylan's pussy firmly for a while when he suddenly heard the door open. Tony was standing in the doorway. T: I heard moaning in the hallway and wanted to see if everything was satisfactory. Tony saw how Zack was fucking Dylan's pussy with his fat cock and heard Zack's balls slapping against Dylan's ass with every thrust and heard how Dylan moaned heavily with pleasure with every thrust. T: I see everything is going well here. Tony walked into the room and stood next to Dylan and pinched his nipples. He looked at Zack and winked at him T: and Zack do you like our son a little. Is he material to take home. Zack didn't stop fucking and as he moaned he too winked at Tony. Z: You have already prepared him well for the rest of his life Tony. With him I can do something yeah. He does have a lot to learn, but it's already a good start. Tony looked at Dylan. T: hear that boy, would you like Zack to be your one true master. While still flying high and being blissfully fucked Dylan nodded with an open mouth, gasping for breath. 😧 fuck yeah pozz daddy, I want master to further train me so I can spoil and love him Dylan's words completely wound Zack up and he growled loudly. Z: fuck slut, I will train you all the way so that every master will be jealous and want a slave like you too. Do you want that boy. 😧 oh, fuck, oh fuck yeah. Make me yours sir. Z: suck your daddy's cock slave. Thank him for all he's done for you. Tony looked approvingly at Zack and offered Dylan his slightly swollen cock. T: be a good boy son and listen to your new master. Dylan opened ziin mouth and sucked Tony's slightly swollen cock inside. Z: fuck yeah boy, suck your daddy's fat cock, let him enjoy it and suck his balls empty into that dirty mouth of yours. Dylan felt Zack giving him several hard slaps against his ass and being fucked harder and harder by him. Tony's cock began to swell up in Dylan's mouth and the sight of the son sucking his father made Zack go wild and he gave a few more slaps against Zack's ass. Then he took hold of Dylan's head and pushed him up to the root of Tony's cock. Zack felt Dylan want to gasp but Zack didn't release his grip yet. Dylan began to gag. Z: Swallow that cock down your throat whore. Prove to me that you are worthy of becoming my slave. Tony saw that Zack was completely wild about his pozz son and now he took hold of Dylan's head and began to skull fuck him. Dylan was now being taken firmly in both openings and Zack could no longer hold back. He took a firm hold of Dylan's hips and pulled him hard toward him with each thrust so that his fat cock disappeared all the way into Dylan's pussy each time. Dylan wanted to moan and groan but couldn't because his mouth and throat were filled with Tony's cock and tears and drool ran down his face. Zack stepped up the pace and thrust harder and faster into Dylan's pussy. Zack was completely in a trance and was moaning and gasping heavily. Z: I'm going to make you mine boy. I'm going to fill your cunt with my dirty toxic load boy, I'm going to give my DNA and my strain of the virus. I'm going to make you fucking mine. My dirty slave. That's what you want isn't it boy. Become my dirty whore and slave. Dylan couldn't answer and Tony nodded affirmatively and Zack's words wound him up more and more himself. T: fuck yeah, come on son let your master know you want him. Dylan spit Tony's cock out of his mouth. 😧 take me make me fucking yours. Then Dylan took Tony's fat stiff cock back into his mouth. Z: That was then your last decision you made slave. From now on you are mine and fuck you all the way until you have a few more cunts and mouths to spoil a real man. Did you understand that boy. I will make you a prime slave. Z:fuuuuuuuuuck Dylan felt how Zack was filling his cunt with his seed and how that seed was filling his bowels and how some of it was also running out of his cunt along his sphincter. Zack let his cock sit for a moment and caught his breath. He looked at Tony and saw that Tony also felt like fucking for a bit. Z: your turn Tony, just fuck my cum deeper into the slut because I need his mouth. Tony and Zack switched positions and Tony pushed his cock into Dylan's moist cave. Tony started moaning. T: that was a solid load you dumped dude because this hole is nice and wet. Zack laughed for a moment and took hold of Dylan's head, he looked into Dylan's craved flying saucers. Z: lick your masters cock clean slave. Thank me for that load in your pussy and for allowing you to become my slave. Dylan opened his mouth and sucked the seed and blood coated cock in his mouth and licked it all clean. While Tony was ramming his cock into his cunt, Dylan felt the seed of his new master and ruler being fucked deeper into his bowels. It didn't take long for Tony to cum as well. Zack pulled his limp cock out of Dylan's mouth. He took some crystals and stood back up to Dylan's gaping pussy. Z: I'm going to go over the details with your fathers first boy. Before I take you home then I will come back for a second round and I want you to beg to be fucked by my cock understood. Dylan nodded and he felt Zack push some crystals into his wet slit. T: he must need these or those crystals will fall out of his gaping cunt. Zack laughed loudly for a moment and took hold of the large butt plug and pushed it into Dylan's gaping cunt. Zack and Tony left Dylan alone and went to the kitchen to discuss the details. T: so Zack you take him or was it not quite your thing after all. Z: he really shouldn't hear it, but I was going to take him even before I tested him. He's totally my type and looking forward to training and educating him further. Nico heard Zack and Tony busy and joined them. N: You won't let him get estranged from us will you? Zack laughed. Z: sure not, I may be his master but I'm not going to lock him up. You may rest assured, we will definitely come over or you may definitely visit. T: I like to hear that because I still like to fuck his pussy sometimes. Zack laughed. Z: are there any other things I should know. N: yes he has yet to explain to his mother that he is pozz and now lives the same life as his father. Z: that will be a fun conversation. Nico had to laugh now. N: yes that will indeed be a fun conversation. But you have to give him the choice when he is ready. Z: will do. T: will he be your only slave or do you plan to take another and have him live with you. Z: no, I was looking for something like you have. Which is not to say that there won't be other slaves visiting or other masters using him. T: yeah sure. T: already things in mind what you plan to do with him. Z: actually yes. I am going to fill him up again later and then I will take him home. Where he will then first be intensively trained by me for a few days before going to a party with my friends so I can show him off. T: That doesn't sound bad. He's a fast and good student, in a few days you'll definitely have him where you want him. Z: hmmmmmmmmmmm, I don't expect anything less either. Nico stood up straight N: I'll go make his backpack then. Zack smiled and stood up as well. Z: that will be for the best. You still have half an hour, though, because those crystals must be doing a good job by now and he must be begging for a second round. T: fuck yeah I guess so Zack went back to the room and saw Dylan writhing in the sling and heard him already moaning to be fucked. Z: ready for round 2 slut. 😧 oh master, my cunt can't do without your fat cock. Zack closed the door, in the hallway Nico heard how the plug was pulled out of his son's cunt and he heard how Dylan started moaning heavily as Zack rammed his cock into Dylan's cunt. After half an hour, an exhausted Dylan and Zack came into the living room. Nico and Tony were waiting for them. T: This is it son. From now on, Zack here is your master and ruler. Do what is asked of you and behave. 😧 will do pozz daddy. Nico looked at his son. N: will you go with him like this ? Dylan was still flying and only had a jockstrap on. Z: just give him a T-shirt. He will be in the back of the car later anyway and no one will see him because when we get home I drive straight into the garage. Nico quickly gave his son a T-shirt and gave him a fatherly kiss. N: Be good boy. Zack took Dylan's hand and together they went to Zack's van. Dylan lay down on the mattress in the back and before Zack slammed the door shut Dylan waved to Tony and his father for a moment. note: the story can end here or I can continue writing and Dylan's new life with Zack. Just let me know what you guys want.

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!

Getting my pussy used and stuffed by a group of frat guys

Goddamn this was a good fuck!

Thought this story looked familiar. found another version of it from my bugshares archive. Andy was chatting on the internet, as usual, looking for a hot guy to fuck him, as usual! He is a tall, muscled, sexy and young, and never has any trouble finding hung dom men to fuck his ass. He loves to be the bottom, and loves to do it bareback. He has not caught the bug so far, mainly because he tries to hook up with guys who claim to be clean or “Neg” checking profiles on Craigslist or BBRT, and avoiding anyone with a poz status. But the supply of neg tops was limited, over time Andy found himself glancing at some of the ones with “Poz but undetectable” He started finding himself reading Poz porn and poz erotica, and a growing part of him knew it was only a matter of time before e took the ultimate risk. One night Andy came to a profile he had never noticed before. The guy was in his forties, much older than Andy, but he had a cock most guys would kill for. The guy, named Paul, had many pics in his profile of his cock, long fat and hard, sliding in and out of smooth young boy cunts, dripping with thick white cum. Even though Andy was a young hot guy, he secretly lusted after older, rougher looking men, and Paul was perfect! His body looked strong and masculine, like a solid built rugby or football player, and his eyes were deep and inviting as they stared out of the computer screen. Andy was just about to flick Paul a message, when he noticed something on the profile. It said "Full blown poz for 7 years". Not ‘undetectable’ or ‘on meds’ but Full Blown Poz. Andy didn’t know why, but he felt his cock twitch reading that. Andy had fantasized about being pozzed up before, but he always kept it just a fantasy. He sent a message to the guy saying "Hi" and "Nice Cock". The guy messaged back and they got really into it, chatting about how great it would feel to have a one on one bareback party for Andy tonight, and get him all loaded up with raw seed. After a while of pushing, Andy finally admitted that he had no intention of going through with it, that he loved life too much to let his sexual fantasy ruin it. He felt like he had let Paul down, that he’d never hear back from him. Andy then went and lay down on his bed, with his dildo, and started to slide it slowly up his ass. He sniffed some poppers and wanked off, until he was close to shooting his load. He could not get the image of Pauls cock out of his mind, and he imagined that Paul was fucking him then and there, with no condom, and pumping his ass full of cum. Something about that, the image of Paul’s Poz Pecker in his ass, blasting raw poz seed up his ass made him loose it. He blasted a huge load of cum all over his body, About an hour later, Andy went back to the computer and saw a new message from Paul. It said: “Hey, why don't you cum over, and we can have safe sex, it will be hot, there is no reason why we can't have some fun, if we are both sensible about it, I promise I won’t do anything your not comfortable with" Just reading it made his dick hard again. He fought with his better judgment for a while, but finally his now rampant hard-on got the better of him and he jumped in his car and headed over to Paul's house. When he got there he was struck by how masculine and relaxed Paul was, he was incredibly sexual and seemed to have an aura of masculinity around him. They kissed as they stood in the living room together, and Andy felt a kind of electric energy in the air. They went to the bedroom and in moments got undressed in front of each other, their eyes all over one-another's bodies. "So, is this the first time you have ever knowingly been naked with an HIV positive man?" Paul asked "Yeah it is" said Andy nervously, he was so excited about their bodies making first naked contact, he reached out and pulled Paul on top of him, and they kissed deeply, Paul's tongue going so far inside Andy's mouth that he felt as though he was being fucked already. Paul stopped kissing him and looked into his eyes, his 8" thick hard penis was digging into Andy's groin, he said "Feels good doesn't it?" “Yeah, it feels amazing" Andy replied. “It’s going to feel so much better, there’s nothing more intense than a Poz Pecker inside you.” They continued to kiss and Andy felt the full weight of Paul's now sweaty body on top of him, it felt like the best sensation in the world as Paul’s musky sweat dripped down on him. Paul looked down and grinned. “Your going to make such a good Poz Pig.” And spat in Andy’s mouth. Andy opened up and let the spit enter him, loving the feeling of it. They kissed again and again, cocks grinding against one another until at last Paul said "Come with me, it’s time we took things to the next step". He led Andy to the bathroom and made him kneel down. He put his hard penis at Andy's lips and held it there, letting Andy look at the huge 8inch long poz cock. After a few seconds Paul moaned and began to piss, a strong, hot, musky ******* of dark urine that went down Andy's throat. He swallowed it all down, his own cock hard as a rock with lust for Paul and the total domination being inflicted on him. After drinking all Paul's beautiful hot poz piss, they went back to the bedroom. “You like having my fluids inside you, don't you? My piss, my spit, my sweat?" "Yeah, I love it" said Andy. They rolled around on the bed and Paul began to mount Andy. "I'm not going to put my dick in you, not yet, don't worry, I'm just gonna press my cock head against your hole, so you know how great it feels to have a poz pecker touching your ass" Andy lifted his legs high and wide, and Paul pressed the huge head of his penis against the tight puckered neg ass before him. Toxic Pre-cum oozed from the hole at the tip of his penis, and he rubbed it into Andy's tight neg hole. Paul gave Andy a bottle of poppers and they both inhaled deeply. They kissed and Paul spat another large gob of spit into Andy's open mouth. "This feels so good, doesn't it" "Yeah I've never felt anything so amazing in my life!" Andy moaned as the raw, unprotected poz cock sawed deeper against his hole. "You know, if you are into barebacking, its only a matter of time until a guy will poz you up, you may as well do it on your own terms, and with a guy you really like" "I'm scared though, I don't want to feel sickness and pain" "Don't worry, after you convert, and get the fuck flu, you wont feel sick for years, and you can enjoy sex the way it was meant to be. You can become the sperm-slut you know you are, deep inside" Andy said nothing but just looked deep into Paul's eyes, as the head of Paul's death dick stayed firmly placed at his young neg boy-cunt. He felt his heart racing, like he was on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. "Your ass is so amazing Andy, you needt o give your ass up to cock, you know it. Just relax, give it to me, let me put the rest of my dirty, diseased Poz Pecker inside you Andy and all your fear will be gone." They sniffed some more poppers, and then Paul pressed a little harder on Andy's hole, and the pre-cum slicked it up so he could put the whole head inside at any second. Andy took another hit of poppers, and then they kissed deeply again. He had never felt so good, his whole body was tingling and he wanted to feel Paul's penis fucking him so much. “Man, your penis is so beautiful, I love it in me so much, I need it man. I wanna take your beautiful sperm inside me" he murmured, I’m just so scared. "Don’t be. I wanna take away your fear. I wanna put this whole thing in you, I wanna fuck you so hard, I want you to be a slave to my penis, to my seed, to my toxic DNA. I need to shoot my poz cum in you Andy, can i fuck you man?" They both took another hit of poppers. "Yeah, give me your cum, I need it" Andy opened his legs as wide as they would go, and lifted his ass up as high as he could, and Paul pushed himself down, so that Andy's legs were pressed back, and their faces met perfectly. Then it happened, Paul drove his huge hard toxic penis all the way into Andy, and their bodies connected together. "You're gonna have my cum inside you forever man, I'm gonna change your body, you're never gonna be the same again. Once I blow my load, my Diseased DNA is going to fucking wreck your hole! " He grunted as his cock slid in and out, harder with each thrust, all the way out then all the way in. Andy was trembling with lust, he had never experienced sex like this before, he had no idea his body was capable of such pleasure! They took deep hits of poppers, and Paul kept fucking him deep. "Oh God, man, I'm gonna destroy your body with my sperm, I'm gonna fuck you to death, you're going to be my cum slut now, you dirty piece of shit, you deserve my AIDS sperm boy! My Poz Pecker!" "Oh yeah, I need it, I'm worthless man, just fuck me up, poz me up, I need your HIV, I need your sperm so bad" said Andy, completely lost in the hotness of the fuck. No longer caring about pain or sickness, he felt like his brains were being fucked out of his head, that soon all that would be left of himself is an ending desire to Fuck! "Fuck man, I'm gonna cum, my sperm is gonna take over your body, give into it man, let it enter you, don't resist it. Here comes my seed slut! Take it! Take y my Dirty Poz AIDS Seed!!" The energy in the room was so intense, Andy could feel that something amazing was about to happen in his body, and that he should not try to stop it. They kissed again, long and hard, and then Paul began to cum. It felt like burning hot bullets of pure poison were being injected right into his body. He squirmed as his insides seemed to burn, then it become pure pleasure as the AIDS took over. "Oh man, wow, that was amazing!" Andy was stunned, but he remained horny, so Paul jerked him off, while his penis was still hard inside Andy. "This is your last neg load boy! You're never gonna be the same after tonight. Once you empty this load, your going to have nothing but MY toxic seed in you forever!" Andy was overcome with lust listening to Paul talking. He tried to hold off but it was all too much and he shot a huge load of sperm onto his stomach. Paul kept stroking him wanting to utterly drain and milk him of his neg seed. As Andy moaned from being so sensitive, Paul started to fuck his ass once again. After another ten minutes of fucking, the two reached another orgasm. Andy knew this time he had been drained of th last of his neg seed as Paul collapsed on top of him and they lay in each others arms and fell to sleep. A few weeks later Andy came down with the flu, and eventually he tested poz. He was now a pozzed up cum slut, on the prowl for a re-charge...

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

I'd let a Black man do whatever he wants. After all, I'm around for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. Never had a Black before, either. So... I just want it all that much more. 😈

This is my first post here and English isnt my first language, so sorry in advance At last Wednesday, i went to a ladyboy place to have my ass breed, after i arrived, i revealed to her i m locked in chastity, in jockstrap, stocking and chest harness, after i put on my hood only with mouth opening, she is totally hard, and push me on her bed and found i had a butt plug in me which contains 2 loads from earlier, she went instantly hard and pull out my plug and start fucking me. She fuck me for almost half and hour, and when she cum in me, she push my plug back in me and tell me she have few more ladyboy friends are coming to use me, i will be their cumdump for that night, and i was there, ass up face down, with a hood covering my sight, a well lubricant hole for them to use. So about 2hrs later, i left her place with my plugged hole leaking cum down my leg, but i love every single minute of me being a cumdump fag for them. ps, then told me they will find some bbc to cum in me next time, i m so looking forward to that. ps, load count 2025 is currently at 23, hopefully can get through 50 this year

Ever since I was stealth pozzed, I toyed with the idea of stealthing someone, as a sort of a pay back kind of thing. But never realllly got the nerve to be that devious till I met Chris online. He was a 29 year old who hit me up one late night while I was searching for some ass to fuck BB. ALthough Chris had never experienced BB, he had fantasized about doing so. We chatted on and off for about a month, dicussing BB sex, and a whole array of deviant behavior including threesomes and rape scenes. Not once did he ever question my status, even after a brief dicussion on HIV. We talked about getting together, and playing around and what we would get into, and it always ended in him getting bred. However, every time I pressed to meet, he had some sort of excuse - until last Friday. He emailed me, and we chatted for a while. I could tell he was leading up to something. Finally he finally asked if I would come over and fuck around. I had a few things to do, so I told him I would, but it might be late. He was ok with that, as he wanted to shower, and lay down for a while. He told me he would leave the door unlocked and I should just let myself in, and come up to his bedroom. I didn't really have anything to do, but I wanted some time to plan. My head was whirling with the possibilities. I telephoned one of my POZ buddies, Mike, and described the situation. He agreed to come along. After a short drive, Mike and I pulled up to the address Chris had given. It was late, about midnight or so, and no lights were on in the house. As he promised, the door was unlocked, and we quietly made our way to the bedroom. Although, it was dark, we could see Chris laying on the bed. Nice, hot ass, well toned, tan, and sound asleep. I motioned Mike to head back out into the hallway so we could devise a plan. Devious minds think alike, so we went back into the bedroom, looking around we found some silk neck ties... perfect to tie Chris up. While Mike slowly put Chris' hands behind his back and carefully tied them up, I slowly, slid Chris' boxers off to expose the hottest bubble ass I had seen in some time. Chris stirred a little so we stopped briefly so he would drift back to sleep. As he started snoring again, Mike and I undressed. We were both rock hard and oozing precum like mad, so we carefully took turns dipping our cocks in and out of Chris' open mouth. Then, as Mike dipped his cock head in and out of Chris' mouth, I start slow and easy rimming Chris' ass. He stirred a little, a few moans, and his ass started to gyrate as I opened him up with some finger play. Of course Chris awoke about then and Mike slid a pillow case over Chris' head. Not surprisingly, Chris thrashed about, trying to get loose, so I reminded him of his invitation, and suggested he simply relax. He apparently took me to heart and I was able to go go back to rimming his hot pink hole. He moaned even louder. Mike meanwhile adjusted the pillowcase and uncovering Chris' mouth, slid his cock down Chris' throat. Obviously he was a little freaked out that there were two of us, but again I whispered for him to relax and enjoy. After licking his hot hole for a while, he was all wet and open, so I slid his ass over the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor... Chris was moaning and begging me to fuck him, to breed him raw, and to give him his first BB experience. How could I resist? I asked him several times, "Are you sure?" and he was BEGGING me to fuck him. When my cock head was pressed against his hole, Mike put his two hands on Chris' shoulders to hold him in place. In one stroke I slid my seven and a half-inch bare poz cock in his ass - deep. He winced with the pain. Again I asked him "Are sure you want this?" And again he BEGGED me to fuck him. Without a further word I began to fuck his NEG ass - as hard and as fast as I could, only stopping to pull out once in a while, only to plunge back in deeper. After about 30 minutes, I pulled out and let Mike take a turn. I got down and whispered to Chris "This is Mike's cock. Take it deep, it's huge." Mike drove his cock balls deep. Chris let out a cry, which I answered by saying "Stop being a damn pussy boy. You've been begging and teasing me for weeks, with all sorts of excuses of why you couldn't meet. Now we are here. Shut up and take it like a bitch." Mike and I took turns fucking Chris' ass for over an hour, and eventually decided it was time for him to get what he so wanted: a load of cum up his raw ass. Before I blew my load I briefly explored Chris' ass, my fingers played with his hole. He was a little bit bloody after all the fucking, but I still fingered him up a bit, deliberately scraped him up a little more - just for effect. My cock pressed against his swollen hole, I asked him if he was ready for his first BB load. Again he BEGGED me "please breed me." I slowly slid my cock in him and said "you sure?" He gave an unqualified reply "Fuck YES!" so I resumed fucking him with all I had to the point my balls were swelling, ready to unload, Chris was bucking his hips against me, moaning with desire to be bred. I stopped, and leaned down and whispered "You sure you want my load in your ass?" He moaned "uh huh." My cock still sliding in and out and I said "Mike and I are both POZ. Toxic poz. If I cum in your ass you will be too. You want my TOXIC CUM?" At first he was shocked, scared, and started to try and wiggle out from under me, but Mike held him in place, all the while my cock slid in and out of him, although admittedly somewhat slowly. Within 30 seconds he calmed down, his hips arched up to meet my strokes. Again I asked him if he was ready for my raw load. He replied "CUM IN MY ASS PLEASE. I WANT YOU TOXIC CUM IN MY ASS. POZ my ass up like the bitch I wanna be. PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR LOAD." That was all the encouragement I needed. I fucked the shit out of his ass and my balls aching to release that toxic cum breeding this ass with POZ poison. As I blew, wave after wave of poison into his neg bare ass, Chris cried with pleasure, cum streaming out of his cock. Then Mike took my place and fucked him again and gave him a SUPER STRAIN that was sure to knock-up his ass. When we were finished, we dressed, not saying a word, and left him blindfolded and tied. About eight weeks later I saw Chris online. We chatted and he said he had fun and would love to get together again. I said "Cool, how about today?" Chris begged off, however, saying he was sick with the FLU.....hahahahhahhaha......

First night going out to the cruise bars in Torremolinas. Wasn’t sure what to expect since it was a Tuesday. Turned out to be pretty decent! First up was the Men’s Bar. They have a dark basement cruise area. You can tell men go there to have sex. I have brought a small backpack to put my clothes in so I could parade around in the jockstrap and make my ass accessible to anyone who wanted to use it. First up was an older guy in the dark room. He was already hard when I got down on my knees and started to suck his dick. He got harder as a deep throated him. We alternated between making out, fingering my ass and me sucking his dick. Finally, I presented my ass to him and backed up on his cock. I was still loose from Copenhagen so he slid in easily. His cock was a respectable size so he was able to work my hole nicely with thrusts at different angles. When he finally came, he shot a big load that flooded my hole. Apparently had not come for days! He pulled out and cum started dripping out of me. This encouraged an others to jump on, and I got a few loads in rapid succession. I have no idea what the tops looked like. I just felt the cock pressing against my hole and pushed back. Things seem to die down for a bit, so I decided to try the Eagle. Nothing was happening at the Eagle. There weren’t even men upstairs. Literally no cruising. I had a drink and chatted a bit but nothing changed so I headed back to Men’s Bar. Got a few more fucks and more loads but the bar was clearly winding down and they were preparing to close. With my ass loose and sloppy and feeling still horny for more dick and loads, I went to Exxtreme because they stay open till five. At that point, the dicks were starting to get a little softer and the guys drunker. Some guys were not able to maintain an erection. The guys that did fuck me came back repeatedly. I had a hot session with a couple of tops going back-and-forth between me and another bottom. There was one guy, Javier from Seville, who had a great erection, and the foursome ended, we headed over to the booths with a bed and had a nice long and hard session. He was a great fuck, very aggressive and passionate, pulling his dick out repeatedly and then slamming in to batter my prostate. We chatted for a while between sessions and he told me how he loves sloppy hole. I really wanted his loan, but unfortunately the club announced that they were closing and we ran out of time. We talked about meeting up while I’m here for the week.

Sometimes a hit of poppers makes the fuckin better

My most recent ex girlfriend (the summer girlfriend) loved pounding me in that position, prone bone ♨️💋

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

I know a guy who didn’t push out the very last pool ball … didn’t realize it was up there. Until the next morning. At home. Pushing hard to shit. And the force with which he expelled the ball cracked his toilet!

Me too. He filmed but I think it was broadcast on zoom rather than being recorded. Damn I want a rematch

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

I love all the differences in deep rings - mine is 5" back or so - so pretty easy to hit and plow clean thru if you are 7-8" (and hard) or more... can be both intense when opened - and feel amazing - plus seeing the tops face as he knows he just popped me open. Love the feeling when I top - something delightful in either feeling it against my head as it pushes back but doesn't give in - or lets me muscle thru at the right time... definitely the best feeling EVER. Of course there are fellas that have that spot WAY back in there and definitely takes a monster to hit it. But that's I think reasonably rare. Always think of it as "how hung they are inside"... lol

Condoms are just a useless piece of shit. Who needs a little break between foreplay and a good fuck. The times I've met with guys loosing their erection, loosing their attention. Trying to fumble it on. It's useful for some people, but to me it feels like a waist of time.

Chapter 2: He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust. The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces. Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones. The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force. The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had. And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force. The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want." The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded. When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy. And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

I was very young on the farm (7 or 8 ) me, my brother and sister would go to the barn when the Vet would come to Breed a cow. He would put on a Shoulder length Rubber glove lube it up , put his arm as far as he could up it's rectal passage,then pull it in and out several times cleaning the shit out with each stroke, until he could get shoulder deep. Then He would take the plastic straw full of Semen (that he kept in his mouth to keep the semen warm) in the cows pussy then squeezed a rubber bulb injecting the Semen deep in the Uterus. we thought the cow enjoyed it, one day the Vet left the trunk of his car open with a full box of shoulder length rubber gloves, I took a few handfuls . and started practicing putting my arm inside the cows ass. one day i thought i was in the barn alone my older brother caught me shoulder deep in a cow, only thing he said was "would you let me do that to you" I pulled my arm out of the cow, showed him where i was hiding the rubber gloves and vet lube he gloved up and started fingering me, I loved it then we started flip fingering each other. then my sister had to go to the hospital for a while and learned what enemas were, then we learn how to make an enema from a large milker hose. then it was enemas and gloved fingers was great even though i had no idea about cock and anal sex then.

Hi. I've been lurking around this forum for 11 years. Thanks for all the stories that I've busted a nut to. I AM NOT A WRITER. I apologize in advance for the editing. It was done on a horrible HP keyboard that I will be throwing away now. I think the story is easy enough for people to follow. Its styled well and no run on sentences, at least! The one thing that you will notice is that I repeatedly change from "tenses" from past and present. This was hard to correct since I was reliving the memories. If a good editor would like to help me fix that, it would be much appreciated. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN STORY EVER. This isn't hardcore at all; but does involve slamming and homoerotica. I would like to tell some other stories so that I can release some memories out into the universe. Sadly one of these guys are gone and my therapist thought this (writing) might help ease some of my feelings. Hope you enjoy, guys. ▌│█║▌║▌║ E N J O Y ! ║▌║▌║█│▌ There's an undeniable tension between Ty and me, something more than just a drug dealer and an addict. It's a twisted sort of love, one we both seem to crave, even if we'll never admit it out loud. I find myself thinking about Ty often, wondering what it is that keeps drawing us together, despite our differences. He's an oddball, sure, but there's something about him that I can't resist – something raw, something real. I know he's fascinated with my body, with my cock, with the way I move and the way I am. And while he might not be able to admit it, I can tell that there's more to his desire than just a simple fixation on my physical form. When I do meth with Ty in the room, I can feel his eyes on me, his hunger for me palpable. It's an intensity that I've never felt before, and I can't help but get off on it. There's something about the power play, about knowing I'm in control that drives me wild. It's not just about the meth, either. Don't get me wrong, I love the high – the rush, the euphoria, the way it makes my body hum with pleasure. But there's something about sharing that experience with Ty that makes it that much more intense. It's like our addiction feeds off each other, like we're both getting high on something more than just the drug itself. I think about the way Ty watches me, the way his eyes follow my every move as I inject, the way he can't seem to look away even as I stroke my dick for his benefit. There's a raw honesty to his desire, an undeniable hunger that I can't help but feed into. I know Ty's caught up in his own addictions, both to me and to the meth, but I can't help but wonder if there's a part of him that sees something real in me, something more than just the trick he's dealing with. Maybe there's a part of him that's looking for something real in return, something beyond the high. I hope so, because I need him. I'm no saint, and I know that I'm taking advantage of his fascination, using it to my benefit. But I can't help but feel a connection to him, a bond that goes beyond the drugs and the sex. It's like we're both drowning, but we're drowning together, and there's a certain comfort in that. I think about how Ty will never have the life he wants, how his addiction to both me and the meth will keep him tethered to a world that's far from perfect. But at the same time, I can't deny the way he makes me feel, the way he pushes me to the edge and keeps me coming back for more. We're both damaged goods, Ty and I, but there's something about the way our lives intersect that makes us fit together in a way that's almost perfect. It's a twisted kind of love, one that I don't think either of us will ever find anywhere else. And as I get ready to slam another dose, as I **watch** Ty **watch** me, I can't help but think about how much I'd do for him, how far I'd go to keep our twisted little dance going. It's not just about the high anymore; it's about the connection we share, the bond that keeps us both __cumming__ back for more. <<author's note: testing forum for Markdown support>> I'm standing in our small, freshly cleaned bathroom. Ty can sometimes be a clean freak, especially concerning the bathroom and kitchen. Then again, sometimes other rooms of the house can look like the motel scenes from 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." The water is running in the shower, steam starting to fill the room. I've left the door wide open, on purpose, knowing full well that Ty would eventually wander in and catch a glimpse of the show I've got planned. The idea of teasing him, of making him watch and him to anxious or even possibly shy to do a damn thing about it, turns me on something fierce. In my right hand, I've got the tourniquet, loosely wound around my upper arm, ready to be tightened when the time comes. In the other, a folded-up piece of aluminum foil, carefully tucked away until the perfect moment to reveal it. My skin's already itching with anticipation, the rush of adrenaline and arousal coursing through me. I've always preferred slamming to snorting or smoking meth, for the sheer thrill of sticking the needle into my vein and watching the liquid turn into a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. It's a high like no other, and I can't get enough of it. The burn of the meth, the sting of the needle – it's all part of the ritual. The water's getting warmer, and I step into the shower, letting the hot spray dance across my skin, washing away any dirt and odor from the day as I prepare for the main event. I like some smells and odors, even masculine ones, but I have a paranoid fear that I sometimes smell and that it might turn a client off. I sometimes become fixated on that. So, I take my time, soaping up, rubbing myself down, and knowing Ty's likely watching me from the doorway. He's good at staying hidden in the shadows, but I know he's there. I can almost feel his eyes on me, devouring my every move, and it's making my dick swell in my hand as I stroke it, slowly, enjoying the sight of my own flesh. I don't want to brag, but for my size, my boy stick looks rather large; God did me out of proportion, thankfully. Most people first notice the width of it; fucker looks swollen all the time, plump, engorged, even when soft. Then, they normally mention the length next. Right at 9 inches. At least 8 and 3/4, for real for real. FRFR. I will confess to looking in mirrors and even turning myself on. I finish roughly washing my prized junk. My balls hanging somewhat low due to the heat from the water. I shaved yesterday in the standalone shower in the other bedroom. Ty gave me some excellent razor blades and sat in the bathroom with me, fixated on my downstairs area. I didn't get hard because I was nervous about having an audience while also handling something so sharp. I have accidentally made some stupid motions while fucked up tweaking that did damage to my joystick. I mean, what kinda kinky pervert wants to watch somebody shave their junk? Other than my homeboy Ty? I'm not sure why Ty's so into me; Jesse, this dirty, filthy addict. But I've learned to use his fascination to my advantage, toying with his desire while getting my fix. It's a game we play, and I'm always one step ahead. The water's now steaming hot, and I turn it off, leaving a puddle of water at my feet as I step out of the shower, dripping wet. I towel off my hair, letting one small towel slip to the floor as I bend over to pick up another and also the foil from where I'd left it. The aluminum crinkles in my hand as I open it, revealing the clear shards inside. I've never been one for subtlety, and I hold the foil up for Ty to see, watching his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me, still naked under the larger towel, getting ready to shoot up. He's probably got a lil bit of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth; probably pre-cum leaking out of his semi-aroused pole. My body was still slick with water; the water droplets on my tattooed arms began to evaporate as I focused on the task at hand. With the crystal now on the counter, I begin carefully preparing a shot. I take out a clean syringe and a small spoon, and I measure out a heroic dosage of clear onto the spoon. I then add a few drops of water to the spoon, and I stir the shards and powder until there’s nothing left but a smooth, liquid pool in the spoon's concave center. After adding my filter, I carefully draw the solution into the syringe, making sure to remove any air bubbles. My movements were practiced and precise, the result of years of experience. I could have done this in my sleep; hell, I think I have worked some shots up in my sleep. But, never while driving, I promise. I find the vein in my arm with practiced ease, running my fingers over the crook of my elbow, feeling for the right spot. With my other hand, I grab the syringe from the counter, filled with my hefty dose of dope, noting the liquid filled chamber. I'm not one to skimp on my high, and Ty can watch as much of it as he wants. This is gonna be a master-blaster. So stand back, or get closer, either one! The tourniquet, now tight around my arm, I trace my throbbing vein just like a hunter would sight through a rifle, to insure myself where I'm aiming. I'm getting ready to slide the needle when I notice how quiet it is. I normally turn on the bathroom fan, but didn't because I wanted to retain the heat and humidity from the shower. In the quietness, I notice I can hear Ty's breathing quickening as I set up the show for him. And, I smile, or maybe smirk, knowing he's getting off on this as much as I am. I plunge the needle in, feeling the cold metal bite into my flesh, then slide it smoothly into my vein. I push the plunger down, watching the meth enter my body, feeling it course through my veins like wildfire. I let out a low groan as the meth hits my system, the rush of pleasure and euphoria spreading through my body like a wildfire. I mutter some curse words. I guess my mouth must've been open because a tiny trail of slobber ran down my chin and landed on my abs. My dick involuntarily twitches, moving the towel still wrapped around my waist. It's a sign that it will eventually be rock hard and ready for anything. I toss the used syringe into the sink, letting it clatter against the porcelain, and reach for the towel to wipe my arm clean. I stand up and turn back to face the door, my almost nude body glistening with water, my skin taut and flushed with excitement. Ty's there, leaning against the doorway, his eyes locked on me. I think I can still hear his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's wearing a blinding white t-shirt and athletic pants that button up each side, like you're able to just rip them off. Though I sometimes still get confused about my attraction to some males, I'm no longer ashamed of it. So, as Beetlejuice would say, "it's Showtime..." "You like what you see?" I ask, my voice thick with arousal. Ty swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing as he nods. "So fuckin'' much," he whispers, his eyes locked on my downstairs, which seems to be throbbing or vibrating from the drugs. I grab my one eyed anaconda and shake it at him. I know I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me, unable to do anything but watch. It's a heady feeling, having the power to turn him inside out with just a look, a touch, or a comment. "Hey, Ty. I'm not ignorant, man. I know you want it, don't you?" I ask, stroking my dick slowly. "I bet you even want to taste it? Even want to feel it inside you, don't you, man?" He swallows again, his voice shaking as he nods. "More than anything." "Then why tha fuck don't you come here and get it?" I taunt him, enjoying the power play. "I'm right here, all wet and ready, and you're too He nods, his eyes locked on my hand as I continue to stroke my dick, feeling it flex and then grow in my grip. I almost never get dope dick; but I sometimes can't bust a nut. This shot of clear, though, appears to be getting me rock-hard and ready to burst though. So, luckily, I know it's only a matter of time before I will be cumming. I lean back against the counter, spreading my legs, giving Ty a clear view of my cock as I stroke it faster and faster. The water on the floor steams up as I work myself into a frenzy, watching him watch me. "You like that, Ty?" I ask, my voice rough with need. "You like watching me play with my dick while you're stuck outside? Wishin' you could feel it for yourself?" He nods again, his face flushed, his eyes transfixed on my hand. "More than anything," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. I can see the outline of his cock straining against his Adidas pants, and I can almost taste his need as much as my own. It's a heady combination, knowing I've got him right where I want him, trapped in his desire for me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of my hand on my own cock, the meth-induced euphoria making every touch feel electric. I stroke faster, my breathing quickening, the sounds of my own pleasure filling the room as Ty watches me lose myself in the moment.. "God, I'm close," I say, my voice ragged. "So fucking close. I'm gonna come, Ty, and you're gonna watch it all." He nods, his eyes wide, watching as I begin to really pump my piston, noticing my dick twitching in my hand, as my body puts itself on auto-pilot, preparing to empty my nuts and blow my load. The meth's got me wired, and I can feel the tension in my balls building, the pressure rising, ready to burst. My nut sack narrowed around my balls. I could feel that familiar sensation I craved of my cream-filled balls rising, snuggling up to meet my body. I could feel them drawing up and tightening, even feel my boy-juice flowing up from my sacred jewels and loading into my giant cum cannon. "Fuck, Ty," I gasp, my eyes still closed, focused on the sensation coursing through me. "I'm gonna come, yo!" He swallows, his eyes locked on my cock, and I can see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he struggles to contain his own desire. I don't think he's blinked a single eyelid since this drama began. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body twitching and spasming as I erupt, shooting ropes of cum across the bathroom in every direction. I keep stroking my shaft, avoiding the sensitive head, a trick a mutual friend of ours showed me he could do that allowed him to double nut. My hips began bucking uncontrollably, and more jizz flew out of my balls, splattering loudly against the mirror, spraying the sink, coating the floor, and even a jet landed on the wall adjaent to the sink, painting the room in my silky hot spunk. I lean against the counter, panting as I watch the mess I've made, knowing that Ty's going to be the one to clean it up. With a smirk, I say, "You can clean that up for me, you straight chasing relentless cock worshipper. Its all yours, and plenty of it, my white nigga." Ty nods, his eyes locked on the cum-coated surfaces, his hand reaching out as if he's about to touch it, but stops short once more. His eyes flick to mine, and I can see the desire burning in them. "Don't worry, you sick fuck, I'm gonna let you have a taste," I say, enjoying the power play one last time. "Just hurry and clean it up." His face lights up with excitement, and he moves to start wiping the cum from the mirror, the sink, and the floor. As he gets up off the floor to clean the wall, I can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his own arousal. "Once you're done here, you can do that other thang you do," I say, watching him work. "I'm high as fuck, so you might get an encore in just a bit. I mean, if you’re up for it,” Ty nods, his voice shaking as he speaks. "Fuck yeah, bruh. That's what I'm talking about." He finishes cleaning the bathroom, and I watch as he leans over the sink to retrieve one last smear of my cum from the mirror. To my surprise, he brings his finger to his mouth and licks it off, savoring it, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Goddamn, Ty. What the fuck? You really really like my boy cream, don't you? Dayumm, like you for real for real, aintcha?" I ask, my voice thick with curiosity. "Shit, man," I continued. "You fuckin' addicted to dope, dick, and my jizz. After all, they say it's the other white cream," I chuckled, trying to fashion a joke together but, as it turns out, I was too blasted to follow it through, and so it fell flat. Ty wasn't concerned about my comedy failings. He still was sucking MY semen from HIS finger. "Man, I gotta admit that I do find that pretty hot. I mean, never have I ever had any client or fuck buddy that was such an openly dedicated and enthusiastic cum guzzler." He sheepishly nods, his eyes locked on mine, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I think I just might be ah-dick-ted," he said amusingly, his voice low and husky. "But, its more that I feel closer to you when I eat your cum, like there's something more so intimate, yet twisted, about it. Look, this friendship we've forged, this relationship we have, has come along way in the past year, don't you think? Sometimes I forget that the only reason I even know you is because you STOLE my boyfriend’s Harley while he was in jail. The one I was still making payments on!" <<author’s note: I hope to work this story in eventually. Remind me if I don’t! >> I raise an eyebrow, the memory also just reemerging to the front of my consciousness as well. Amused by his admission. "Well, consider yourself lucky then. I'll give you as much baby batter as you need to keep you hooked." Wow. That def fed my ego: I have somebody, by their own admission, saying that they are addicted to my precious jock juice. Ty laughs, or tries to, as he is hampered by continuing to lick his finger clean. "I'll take all you've got, Jesse. Every last muthafuckin' drop." And with that, he stands, walks over, and sloppily kisses me on the lips. (I forgot to mention that we both have big, full, natural lips. So, all of our kisses are sloppy, no matter who we’re making out with. Plus, Ty totes like 4 tubes of various tubes of Nivea chap sticks at all times because he hates dry lip, which he said he gets from certain batches of meth. If we ever smoke clear with our friends, we use a shabong. When Ty passes it, they know better to complain and just grab a towel and wipe it off from his previous nigga-lippin’ action.) He heads back toward his bedroom to get more drugs, leaving me alone to enjoy the afterglow of my high and the twisted dynamic of our relationship. I can't help but wear a goofy smile as I sit there on the sofa knowing he'll be thinking about that orgasm, my orgasm, for days. He loves me in an inconceivable way, but I know its real. Ty used to have all kinds of guys around, whether he wanted them there or not. They were usually boys younger than me, which were plentiful in and around Athens. He preferred the backwoods guys over the university ones. But, for slightly over a year now, since I've been around, he obviously marked me as his territory, and I haven't seen any more dudes hanging around in a long time. I sometimes check his phone. He never deletes anything and really is too honest to cheat. Nada. Other than porn, which I love too, there’s no signs of a significant or insignificant other. I think to myself how lucky I am. I mean, he brought me out of homelessness. Once I realized he was a genuine person and got over his intense preoccupation with me, I realized I had the dick and the power in this relationship. I will reflect on this later, I tell myself. For now, I'm freshly drained but still buzzing. My hormones and neurotransmitters are sending signals to my in the facis...Jed move away from there. Ty and I had lots of sayings and inside jokes between us.) I feel the high beginning to wash over me in waves. It's a high like no other, and I know that no matter how many times I do it, I'll always be coming back for more. The end.

**Seasons Greetings, Everyone** My eyes dart to Dad, then to Grandpa, then back to Dad; bewildered. “It’s time for you to join our little family tradition.” As Dad squats down to look me square in the eye, his robe comes wide open. No pretenses of modesty anymore. A glistening string of pearls oozes from a metal ring protruding from the hood of his cock. My breath is caught in my throat. What the fuck is going on here?! Dad pulls my head up to look me in the eye. “This is why you haven’t been allowed to come with us all these years. We had to wait until you were of age. Trust me – I wanted to bring you out here and join us much sooner.” Grandpa could see the confused look on my face. “It’s a special elixir that will make this Christmas festive.” “You’re gonna love it, Baby Bro,” Ronnie said. His body radiated a frenzied energy, as though he had seen Rudolph outside in the snow. “It’s gonna make you so…” “Zip it, Robbie,” Dad says as he reaches inside Robbie’s robe and gives his nipple a hard tweak. “Do you trust me?” Dad grabs a firm hold of my chin, directing my eyes into his piercing gaze. I am frozen in place, in shock. I want to pull my head away, but it is as though he clenched his hand around my inner being. “You have a choice,” he says. His demeanor shifts and I am taken back to my youth whenever he reprimanded me, lording his authority over me. “You stay here, go through our little ritual, and join our clan. If you stay with us, I promise you it will be the best decision you ever make. Otherwise, you go up to your room, gather your stuff, and bring it downstairs. You will be locked down in the basement, spending the rest of your time down there alone.” “Please stay, Baby Brother! Please stay! I’ve been counting down the minutes to this moment!” Robbie is practically bouncing up and down. “It’ll make sense soon enough.” Grandpa says, picking up the syringe. He strokes the side of my face. “Please stay, Baby Boy. Show Santa what a good boy you are.” “Uhhh…I guess.” What the hell was I supposed to say with their eyes staring at me intently, full of giddy hope, yearning, and Dad’s stern paternal stare?! Whatever it is they have in mind, they really want me to be a part of it. That much is abundantly clear even as nothing else makes sense. Still, the peculiar way everyone has been acting this morning has me more than apprehensive. “Good, Baby Boy! You know Dad loves you so very much and is so excited to go on this journey with you.” Just then, the front door busts open, letting in a blast of swirling snow and frozen air. “Ho Ho Hooo-oh good, we didn’t miss it!” “Papaw!” Robbie runs over to greet our great-grandfather, the eldest living member of the McKinley family. I pull my robe closed tight against the harsh wind howling inside. “We thought we would never make it.” Uncle Tom slams the door closed, bracing against the onslaught of wind and snow. Carrying a pair of bags, he stomps the snow off his boots. “Fucking storm canceled all incoming flights. We drove through the night, inching along at points. Almost thought we were going to get stranded as this second front moved in, but here we are.” “I wouldn’t miss the christening of my Baby Boy to save the world.” Papaw says, giving me one of his crushing bear hugs. “You did say yes, didn’t you, Baby Boy?” “I mean…I don’t know what I said yes to.” “To the best day of the rest of your life,” Uncle Tom says with a hug before embracing Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie. “I’m going to take our bags up to our room. Don’t start without me.” “Wouldn’t dare, Big Bro,” Dad says, kissing Uncle Tom as he passes by. I am thoroughly confused…especially as I adjust my hardening cock to conceal it in my robe. I’ve known for a while I’m attracted to boys. No, take that back, men. My classmates never did it for me. But their dads… But my own dad?!? I look over to see Grandpa remove his green velvet vest, revealing the expanse of salt-and-pepper fur covering his chest. A pair of silver rings adorn his nipples. Dad shucks his robe and I see he has a similar, but smaller pair of rings. I look to my left. Robbie the same. “Like the rings, Baby Boy?” Dad reaches out and puts one hand on Robbie’s chest, the other on Grandpa’s and starts rolling the rings in his fingers. “You’ll get yours soon enough. And many more.” I notice a glint from below. Metal also adorns the heads of their cocks as well, increasing in size with each generation. Grandpa’s has to be as big around as my pinky! Dad and Uncle Tom’s the size of a pencil; Robbie’s a little smaller than that. “Now it’s official,” Uncle Tom announces, bounding the stairs. Not only does he have a set of rings matching the rest of the men in my family, but he’s also got one in his nose. “Almost forgot.” Papaw reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out another set of rings and hands them out. Dad, Grandpa, and Robbie proceed to put them in their noses – again tapering in size from generation to generation. “I’m so proud of my boys.” What portal into the Twilight Zone did I enter this morning? And why am I so aroused? “We put them in this time of year as a reminder of our bond.” Grandpa stands behind me and grabs the shoulders of my robe and slips it down my body. “And to remind everyone of their place in my hierarchy.” Papaw reaches up and grabs Grandpa’s nose ring, pulling him in for a kiss. “Today, you earn yours.” Papaw turns his attention from me to his duffel bag, pulling out a set of orange-capped needles, setting them on the end table Dad moved to my side. He then pulls out a small, black case. Inside is a small vial with even more needles. Robbie rubs his hands together again. “Okay, Baby Boy. Why don’t you climb into the sling?” Dad pats the suspended sheet of thick leather. They ease me back onto the cold leather slab as the fire crackles in front of me, radiating heat. A stark contrast to the snow accumulating outside in the winter wonderland. It’s surprisingly comfortable; like a small hammock. I hear Papaw rummaging through his bag. He pulls out a mass of black leather and metal. “This will keep you safe and secure.” He passes one to each of the others standing at either corner of the frame. “It’s not too late, Baby Boy.” Dad stands in front of me, placing a hand on my shivering belly. “The choice remains yours. Stay and accept what’s coming or be banished to the basement and ostracized from the clan; never welcome back for another Christmas again.” All my life I admired the bond between these special men in my life. Try as I might, I just couldn’t seem to penetrate their inner circle to feel truly a part of the group. I was super jealous when they came home three Christmases ago. I could tell, in the moment I first saw he and Dad interact - I was now the lone outsider. If this was my one chance to join the camaraderie, I wasn’t going to let that window close. We lock eyes. The crackle of energy is palpable. He stares into my soul, and I can feel him connect, locking on tight. I nod my head, unable to form words. “That’s my Baby Boy!” Dad picks up his mass of leather. The four of them shackle my wrists and ankles. I am tethered to the chains, minus my right arm. Papaw takes Dad’s place in between my legs. “Give me your right arm.” He grabs hold, rotating it, wrist up. Grandpa rips open a small packet with a white square inside. The smell of rubbing alcohol fills my nostrils. He wipes the inner crook of my arm. Papaw uncaps the syringe, eyeing the tip and rotating it to his satisfaction. He leans in and I feel the prick of the needle. Robbie holds a tight grip on my wrist. “Look at me, Baby Boy.” I turn to face Papaw. His face has turned sinister, almost scary. “You no longer have any say what happens to you this weekend. Or for the rest of your life, really. I own you now. Merry Fucking Christmas, faggot. And welcome to my clan.” After Papaw pushes the contents of the needle into my arm, Robbie swiftly pulls my wrist back and locks it into place above and behind me then grabs the alcohol square and presses on the injection site. The four men circle the sling, looking down at me with eager anticipation and sadistic grins on their faces. Robbie rubs his hands together. They all look like they’re expecting something to happen and for a second I wonder what it’s all about. And then it hits me. First, the bottom of my throat sends me into a convulsive coughing fit. I try to bring my hands to my face to cover the coughs, but only meet resistance. “What did you give me?!” As the coughing fit subsides, my breathing becomes shallow. I panic, gasping shallow breaths. “Shh, Baby Boy. Just ride the wave of me taking control of your body from the inside,” Papaw says, nodding to Dad who reaches around from behind, rolling my nipples in his fingertips. The only way I can describe is like a smoldering sheet of paper burning from the outside in, consuming it. An electric heat spread through my body, consuming my insides as it worked its way through my system. The burning came to completion, tickling and tantalizing my asshole. I wriggle and write in the sling. I try to pull my hands free to touch myself; my cock, my face, my stomach; to touch ANYTHING! “You aren’t going anywhere anytime soon, Baby Boy.” Dad’s pinch on my nipples dug deeper as he twisted and pulled.” “Oh Dad…” “Merry Christmas, faggot. Now give yourself over to Papaw like the rest of us.”

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Over the next week I continued my regime of two swims every day. But purposefully I made sure my swim at the end of the day was longer. For the first four days I didn’t see the tattooed guy despite staying til almost closing and showering in the same stall where I’d first spied his monster cock. On Friday as I walked into the changing room, there he was. He’s clearly finished his swim and was toweling himself dry in his boxers. In the low light his muscles rippled under the magnificent artwork that covered his body. I walked passed him and opened a locker at the end of the row. “Hey.” I turned around. He had one foot on the bench to dry his leg and was smiling at me. “Hey.” A flash caught my eye and I spied the flint of his piercing as his cock peeked out from the end of his boxers. “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said. I turned away as I felt my cox twitch. “I’ve been coming later,” I replied. “Yeah, my times are fucked up cos of work too.” I pulled my tee off and shrugged off my chinos, pulling my speedos out in a fluid movement and desperately trying not to think of his cock. And him jerking it under the shower. “You wear those?” “What?” “Speedos.” I looked back at him. He was now in his jeans, the waist band of his boxers showing as he stretched a polo shirt over his tight body. “Yeah. Less resistance in the water.” I winced. He smiled and sat down on the bench. “Is that true?” He was looking straight at me as I held the speedos. There was nothing else to do. “Yes.” I pull off my pants hoping my cock wasn’t too erect and slid my speedos into the inviting lycra feeling it cup my tightening balls. He watched me intently. “Cool. Couldn’t wear them myself. I’d feel too exposed.” He stared at me as I turned to face him. “I’m sure you’d look good in a pair.” Our eyes locked. “Perhaps. Well enjoy your swim and catch you sometime.” He grabbed his backpack and in seconds was gone. As the door swung shut I sighed and released the blood that I’d held back for so long into my cock. It hardened in my Speedo’s as I walked to the pool for a long swim. Over the next few weeks, I continued my refined regime and we saw each other perhaps once or twice a week - the same “Heys” and genteel conversation. But the same frisson as our eyes locked. But nothing more. One night I arrived much later than normal. It had not been a good day at work. I stormed into the changing room and stopped dead. There he was. He had his back to me but he was in a pair of Speedo’s. Classic Speedo’s. Black. He spun round. “Oh, hi.” “Hello.” He looked distinctly uncomfortable so I walked past him to my usual locker and started undressing. I got down to my briefs when he said: “What do you think?” I turned around. He was standing facing me. The bulge in the black Lycra made my mouth water. “You look good,” I stammered. Our eyes locked for a second longer than they should have before he laughed. “Nah. I don’t think so. But they were in the sale so I thought I’d see what they looked like.” He grabbed his jeans and pulled them on. Grabbing his tee he headed for the door. “Have a good swim.” I finished my swim and showered. There was a polite cough and I looked up as I was changing. It was one of the gym attendants. “Sorry, we’re closed. I didn’t think there was anyone down here after Jack left. I’ll need to let you out the back door.” Jack. That was his name. I apologised and followed the attendant through the back of the gym. I didn’t realise it went back so far until he opened a door, wished me goodnight and I stepped out into the twilight and into somewhere I didn’t recognise. I paused to get my bearings and realised I was in the housing estate. I didn’t realise that the it wrapped itself around the gym to this extent. I sighed. I would have to double back through the estate and get my bike. I hiked my backpack onto my back and headed around the gym. As I looked, I realised that the estate wasn’t as grim as I thought it was. All the flats looked well appointed and I realised they had a distinct design to them. Without thinking I flipped my phone out and searched Google. Sure enough, the estate had been designed by a famous architect and had, long ago stopped being social housing. “I’d be careful about doing that here.” It was Jack. He was in faded blue jeans that gripped his legs, a black tee and boots. “Oh, hi. Jack.” He looked at me quizzically. “How’d you know my name?” I recounted what had happened at the gym; he smiled and said that he lived in the estate and would walk part way back with me. Side by side we started our journey. I found out his name was Jacques, he was an artist so did odd jobs and “this and that” and suddenly he stopped walking. “Well this is where I live,” pointing up a stairwell. He paused as I adjusted my backpack and shuffled from foot to foot. “I’m heading your way but just need to pick something up. Do you want to wait, I’ll only be a second. Or come up.” He looked at me straight-eyed. I pretended to look around us. “I’ll come up, if you don’t mind.” He smiled and made some joke about it being the safest neighbourhood in town as I followed him up the stairs. At the top he unlocked a door and walked in, not stopping to see if I was following. It was not what I was expecting. Down a short corridor his apartment opened into a large open space. And at the far end, floor to ceiling windows with what I can only describe as a magnificent view of the city. When I tore my eyes away from the view I realised he had disappeared. I sat down on the sofa and waited. My eyes wandered to the table and widened. There, in plain sight was a spliff and a bolt piercing. “Ah, there it is.” Jacques suddenly appeared and leaning over the table grabbed the spliff then sat on the opposite sofa. I looked up and he was staring at me, spliff in hand. “I need this tonight. You don’t mind do you?” I shook my head and said it was fine and didn’t bother me as I’d had a hard week too. I winced at my choice of words. He smiled and pulled out a lighter. “Shall we have a quick toke before we go?” Without waiting for an answer he lit the spliff and took a deep grab. Whistling through his teeth and leaned over and handed it to me, and fell back against the sofa, spreading his legs. I took a deep hit and held it in. Christ it was good stuff and started working it’s magic immediately. I looked back at him and shrugging my pack off, I handed it back and leaned into my own sofa. My mind was in overdrive. One side was enjoying the effects of the smoke, the other wondered what the holy fuck was going on. As we shared the spliff, we chatted. I told him I was an accountant, lived with a “partner” of twenty years and had been swimming since I was twelve. He was half American, half French and had moved to the city after an”ugly break up.” Whenever we swapped the spliff our fingers touched, lingering more with each share. Suddenly he lunged into his back pack at the side of the sofa and threw something at me. “Here. These are for you.” By reflex I caught them and looked down. Speedos. Red speedos. I looked at him. “I bought them and some others when I got the other pair. Reckon you’ll get more use out of them.” He smiled and I watched as he expertly rolled another spliff. Not looking up he said: “Try ‘em on.” As he licked the spliff closed he looked at me. Stared at my face. My mind exploded. Then I decided. I stood up. Kicked off my shoes and stared back. Grabbing the lighter he lit the new smoke and sat back. I pulled off my shirt, unbuckled my chinos and slipped my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shoved my trousers down. He raised an eyebrow, not taking his eyes off my face. I leaned down and hooked my ankles through the speedos. And pulled them up. Keeping eye contact I rearranged my junk, now semi erect, in front of him. He stunned out the spliff and stood up. He smiled at me and as I watched he pulled off his boots, shucked his tee and dropped his jeans. Underneath he was wearing yellow speedos. I gasped at the contrast with his hard muscled body and inked skin. Sitting back down he spread his legs, relighting the spliff and handed it to me. “Cool.”

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The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

Man I love this story as it reminds me how I got hooked to big black men fucking. He was a sweet young man and wanted to date me but i was a bit spoiled kid from suburbs and didn't like his swag and city-accent so I turned him down after four dates. One thing that I really liked about him was the fact he always seem to show how much he was turned by me during those four dates. Evrytime we met, I'd see his pants rising rapidly in the front at the first sight of me and as he walked up the flight of stairs, it'd grow to so big so we had to order delivery for all our dates. After I told him no relationship, he seemed a bit disappointed but he still held me in his arms with his hard on pushing to my back through the clothes. I felt a bit bad that I made a sweet young man sad and strong curiosity about his cock started to rise in me as well. So I asked him if he'd like a blowjob for the last time. As he helped me to get his clothes off and wrap my lips around his cock head, his sweet nature was gone and he became very rough and forceful as he fucked my face. I was so turned on by him sexually but didn't wNt to admit that since I said my good bye already. But fortunately he didn't take my " no" as an answer and we went on more dates after that night which I tried to cut the date part short so he can fuck me more. He had a stamina of a horse as he could fuck me all night long. I had to get back in touch with my deLer friend to get some drugs so I could keep up with him.