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PART 2 Since that first night taking my new daddy's first poz loads it had now been 2 months. I tested poz a few weeks back, as was expected. I got pretty lucky, no flu, just a quiet seroconversion and two thick red lines on my test. He was so turned on when i sent that simple little text "so it happened, you pozzed me". We continued to meet on the weekends when his wife was out of town. I never asked about their situation. We were just fucking, having fun, and I was loving the inhibition-free poz on poz sex. I wasn't on any meds, neither was he, and we felt great. Potent. Fast forward a bit, it has been over a week and a half since we met up and, as was now always the case, I was inexplicably horny and could only be satisfied with cum dripping from my newly poz body. But it was Thursday, and he can't meet during the week. Still, i asked anyway. I waited and waited but he didn't reply. I couldn't stand my exploding sex drive any longer so i got ready and left to hit the nearest gay bar, a frequent pickup spot pre-poz. Pretty quickly a cute younger twink latched on to me. I tend to be a bottom, and his energy screamed please top me, but tonight something felt different. Maybe I wanted to be in control. Maybe I wanted to breed someone. I took another look at this cute little twink grinding up on me and thought, well fuck it. I need to cum in someone. We went back to his place and with very little conversation got right into it. He never asked about a condom, status, nothing. He couldn't get me in him quick enough. It wasn't all that special of a fuck in most regards (remember im a 90% bottom boys) but as I was getting closer and closer it become more euphoric as I realized I as about to shoot my own poz load into this pretty little slut. As far as I knew, I was about to knock his ass up, and I loved it. Without a word I shot rope after rope into him, and kept thrusting for a few moments to ensure I shot it all deep. Too overcome with what had just happened, I got dressed and bolted. I was almost home when my phone buzzed. Poz daddy. He was inviting me over after all. Strange I thought, but I was now so horny and excited to tell him what happened tonight that I headed right over. Much to my surprise, a woman - presumably his wife - opened the door. I blushed and couldn't manage a word, busted I thought. She was pretty, young. She had a look about her that told me she was also an absolute killer. "Well come on in boy" she quipped at me, almost sternly. Here we go I thought, this is about to be really uncomfortable. As I entered the kitchen, there was poz daddy. He looked amused. I was lost. She entered behind me and went to stand by his side. Finally he spoke - "This is kat. She's my life partner, my other half. And yes, she's poz too.", and kissed her longingly. I was in shock. "I've been encouraging him to poz himself a new toy for months, but I have to admit, you're not what I expected. I hear you gave it right up too. Hmm maybe a bad little boy." she said playfully. "I think it's about time I observe you boys". Poz daddy now made his way over to me. My heart was pounding as he grabbed my cock and leaned in for a kiss. "Been busy boy? You smell like sex". At which point I had to spill the beans. Tell them how i had just probably pozzed some slutty twink across town. Kat nodded with approval as I concluded my tale, and he, grinning only said "maybe a little bad indeed. Let's charge you up, you earned it boy" and dragged me towards the bedroom. She followed, walking lightly, enjoying the view. Another night, 3 more huge poz loads in me. She watched the whole time and dished out her own set of good boys as I begged for his seed over and over. He dominated me and fucked me harder and harder. I was in heaven. Full of his cum again and in bliss. And all the while, as he pounded me raw, all I kept thinking about was who else i would love to poz next. I could feel I was beginning to change...or maybe that's just the influence of a big poz cock buried inside me. Who knows, tomorrow is a new day.

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

Years ago I had a fuck buddy who invited me to a dinner party with his other friends and after we had been there a couple of hours he asked me to get something for him from his bedroom, so I went in there looking for it.. a few seconds later I hear the door close and one of his guests had walked in and shut the door and he walked over to me and told him that I was supposed to suck his cock and i was like "what?" and he moved up close to me and pushed me down on my knees and started to unbuckle his pants and whipped his cock out, he took my head and pressed it up against his crotch and made me starts sucking it... he fucked my face and shot his load, zipped up and walked out, before I could get off my knees another one of his guests walked in and closed the door, and started pulling his cock out as he walked over.. I ended up sucking off all of his guests one by one and my buddy was the last one to come in the door to fuck my face.. at the time I was a little pissed but in retrospect it was hot as hell.. I walked out of the bedroom to sit down and have dinner with all these men I had just sucked off and all of them having donated their sperm down my throat.

Hi, I’m Sam. I’m 18 years old, 5 ‘ 9 “, black hair, green eyes, with a light brown tan complexion. I’m half Caucasian on my mom’s side and half Mexican on my dad’s side. Everyone says I look exactly like my mom due to our perfectly perky asses. My mom gets cat calls all the time and I even get some when men see me from behind. I just had the best night of my life. I didn’t just lose my virginity. It was taken. And I loved it. It all started when I came home about 4 hours ago. It was 11pm and I was coming home from a friend’s house. I say friend but he’s more like a special friend. We are exploring our sexuality together. I think I might be gay and he’s a straight guy really horny all the time. So he lets me practice blow jobs on him. But that was all before I got home. I walked in the house and it was dimly lit. My mom was out of town on a trip with my aunt and I was supposed to stay over at my friend’s but that didn’t work out. My dad was obviously not expecting me or anyone for that matter. He was sprawled out on the couch on a nod. He had his setup on the coffee table with all his drugs and pipes. Straight porn playing on the television. I knew he partied because he sold favors on the side for extra money. But he usually only used with my mom. It was odd that he was using alone. On the table I could see a packed baggie full of tina, a few pipes, lighters, and some foil with H melted on it. I could see a black bag open that had a few clean needles in it and balloons of product. He had some foil on the couch beside him and a lighter in his hand. He was on a good nod. He would probably be out for a while. I looked him up and down. He was shirtless, showing off his brown skin and tattoos across his chest. Damn he has great pecks, and his arms. Oh his biceps get me going every time I stare at them. My eyes lowered and noticed that he was only wearing boxers. The thin flimsy ones that have the gap that never quite closes all the way. They were nothing like my quality boxers that come with a button to close up. Oh my god… I can see his dick through the gap. My mouth starts to water. I was not able to get any quality time with my friend tonight and my hormones are raging. I wonder how good of a nod is he on. I whisper, Dad, you awake? Nothing. No response. I say it a little louder. Dad, you awake? Nothing still. I reach down and touch his arm. No response. I get braver. I touch his chest. No response. I put my whole hand on his peck muscle. No response. Dare I keep going? I look down at his boxer gap again. My mouth waters some more. I know I need some courage. I look down at the table and look at the pipe. I say to myself, I don’t think he will notice some of his stuff is gone. I open the bag of tina and fill a pipe. Flick. I melt the bowl and take my first hit. First of the night. Luckily my older brother taught me how to properly take a hit for my birthday. I blow out a small cloud. I look at the pip squeak cloud and know I can do better. I take another hit. This time breathing in longer and holding it. I release and clouds all around me. That’s more like it. I look down at my dad again. I touch his shoulder and wait. No response. I push the coffee table further away from my dad so there is room in front of him. I get down on my knees in front of him. I take a hit and lower my head to his crotch. I blow a cloud into the boxer gap. The smoke clears and I get brave. I reach into the gap with my fingers and lightly touch his dick. It’s so warm to the touch. I grab it and pull the 3 inch meat out of the gap. It looks just like mine except darker brown. I pull away and look across at my dad again. I tell myself I should stop. I should just go to my room and jerk off. That’s the safe thing to do. I think about it for a moment. I listen to my dad’s breathing and then listen to the background porn behind me. I turn around and see a Latina woman sucking a big brown dick. My mouth waters some more. I turn back toward my dad and think. What can I get away with? What is not going to send me straight to hell. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I turn toward the table and refill the pipe. I melt it down, take a few hits and finish half the bowl. Again I reach out with my hand and touch my dad’s chest. Nothing. No response. My hormones override my good judgement. I’m committed now. I take a huge hit and bend forward to blow it out on my dad’s uncut dick. I stick my tongue out and lick his tip. I pull up and take another hit and hold it. I put down the pipe and open my mouth and use my tongue to lift the tip in my mouth. The smoke empties from my mouth as it is replaced by dick. I love this feeling of having a dick in my mouth. As I bob on the small dick, I can feel it start to thicken. I bob and bob and release it from my mouth. I lick the underside of his dick as it’s filling out. I tongue his balls. Circle round left ball, circle round right ball. I return to his filled out dick. I pull back and admire my hard work. His dick is sticking straight out toward me. All 8.5 inches of uncut meat is staring me down. His foreskin is all pulled back now and his mushroom head is just slightly thicker than his shaft. I grab it with my hand and can’t get my hand around the thickness. I look up at his face. Still out on his nod. Perfect! I go down and throat his big dick. I take it half way. I try to relax and adjust my breathing. I lower another inch. I stabilize myself by putting my hands on my dad’s thighs. I bob up and down and still only get down about 5 inches in my throat. I grab his balls in earnest trying to shock him further down my throat. That’s when I feel it. I feel a hand on top of my head. I hear my dad moan. I lean back slightly so my eyes look upward at my dad. His mouth is open moaning but his eyes are still shut. I start to panic. I try to pull up off his dick but a second hand comes down on my head. He is pushing me down. I get as far as I can down. Then I hear it. My dad mumbles -oh fuck yeah. Take this big cock. He pushes my head down with force. He was not stopping until I gave in. I panic and try to take a breath in. That is all the leeway he needs. He shoves down and I couch as I bottom out on his dick. My mouth is on his pubes. My chin on his balls. He mumbles again – that’s right, I know you could take it you dirty whore. “Oh WHAT THE FUCK?!” He release his grip on my head and I jerk my head up and his dick slips out of my mouth. I stumble back a bit and try to get back on my feet. My dad yells –“STAY WHERE YOUR AT. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” He looks around and takes in the scene. Me on my hands and knees. The drugs out and pipe obviously used. He stands up with his dick sticking outward, hard as can be. He stairs down at me and takes a moment to think. He speaks –“I always knew you were a faggot but this is low even for that. My baby boy caught sucking me off like a 2 dollar whore. I see you have been smoking up my shit. A thieving whore too. I start to cry – I’m sorry dad. I just got high and couldn’t help myself. He responds – “oh stop that crying shit. It’s not time for that, you hear me boy! You obviously think you’re a man now. Doing adult shit. Gonna have to deal with this like a fucking man. You want to smoke like a man, fine then. He reaches down for the pipe and goes to the coffee table and refills it with a fat bowl. He hands it to me and says “smoke up. Finish the whole bowl” I start taking hit after hit, trying to finish the bowl quickly. He is busy at the table fixing something up. It’s just out of sight. He turns around and faces me and I can finally see what he was preparing. He wraps his arm and ties off. He made a point for himself and injects. A small coughing fit but he handles it like a pro. His dick that had started to soften returned to its full glory. I tell him I’m done with the bowl and he puts it down on the table. He orders me –“now you gone and woke the beast you stupid faggot.” He drops his boxers and kicks them aside. He points at his thick dick and says “get back to work you 2 dollar whore”. I’m in shock. Did he just tell me to suck him off again? I slowly move my legs and approach him slowly. “I said now faggot” he says down to me. As I get close to his cock with my mouth. He bends down a bit and as I open my mouth to take him back in, he slaps me with his right hand. “When I tell you to do something. Fucking do it. Now get back to work” I immediately get back to slobbering on his thick tool. He moans “that’s right, take it all in”. he places both hands on my head again and I’m forced to take all 8.5 inches in my throat. He proceeds to fuck my mouth and slams the back of my throat over and over and over again. I’m crying again. He looks down and says “yeah, now is the time for the tears”. He spits right in my face. He takes one of his hands and rubs the spit all over my cheek. It is all I can do to keep my teeth at bay as my jaw hurts but I dare not close down on it. He pushes me off of him and I’m thrown on my ass. He orders me to strip and he turns back to the table. I throw off my shirt and pants. I’m afraid to take my boxers off because of the obvious hard on I have. As if reading my mind, he yells out –“don’t make me repeat myself”. I drop my boxers and my 7 inch dick springs up. It stretches straight out just like my dad’s. I’m almost as thick as him but I can get my hand around the thickness, just barely. He turns around holding a tourniquet. He orders me around –“so you think with your dick like a man? Well, you take a man’s consequence. You pay off what you stole from me like a good faggot does, with his ass. But first, I’m gonna hit you like a man. Sit on the couch and reach out your arm.” I am scared shitless. I plead with him, I've never done that before. I already feel higher than I’ve ever felt. I’ve never even though of shooting up. But he said it wasn’t a request. I’ve never seen my dad like this. If I don’t obey, he will kick my ass. I better obey. I stretch out my arm and he ties me off. I close my eyes and feel a prick on my arm. He says “time to pay up, you thieving faggot”. He unties my arm and raises the arm. I immediately go into a coughing fit. I try to catch my breath. I feel a warmth envelop me and my hole starts to tingle. I know now why people shoot up. This feeling is amazing and all I can think of is DICK. He laughs and says “good, looks like you like it alright.” He spins me over and I'm on the couch face forward and I'm bent over with my ass out. My dad gets behind me and spits on his fingers and shoves 2 fingers in my virgin hole. I yelp. It hurts but in a good way. I plead please go slow, I'm a virgin. He laughs and says "so what. Gonna get fucked sometime." He pulls his fingers out and spits on my hole twice. He shoves in 3 fingers. I yelp again. I know he is trying to loosen me up and not trying to but he is rubbing my magic button every time he pushes his fingers in and I’m loving it. He pulls out his fingers and grabs a needleless syringe and inserts up my hole. He pushes its contents out. Tina lube is starting off a burning in my hole. He spouts “there, that’s the only kindness you will get tonight because I can’t wait. He lines up his thick dick with my hole and pushes forward. It’s a struggle to get in because of the girth but he does not stop until the head is fully in my hole. He holds there a second. I push out instinctively and feel the lube spreading in me. I unclench and he slams his entire length into me. I’m struck with pain. Pain and pleasure. It’s hard to explain but I winced and moaned. He slaps my ass **slap** first on the left side and then the right. **slap**. I clinch down and feel his dick throb in me. He bends down close to my ear and says “you better open up quick faggot, I’m impatient”. He pulls almost entirely out, leaving only the tip inside. Then slam! All 8.5 inches inside. He long dicks me non stop for what feels like hours. When he finally pulls out, there is a popping sound of this head slurping out. I ask did you cum in me? He laughs and says “you haven’t earned that yet. I’m just getting a water. You get over to my bed room and get on your back. I’ll be in there in a minute. I walk back to the master bedroom and I can barely walk. I was a virgin. Was, I was a virgin. My hole was tingling nonstop and only wanted to be stretched by dick some more. I hobbled over to the bed and laid on my back as ordered. He came back to the room with a water bottle. He drank half and threw the half bottle on the bed. I didn’t bother reaching for it. It wasn’t for me. I knew that. He holds up my ankles with one hand and shoves his 3 fingers into my hole some more. I feel them stretch apart. That’s when I feel the burn. I’m familiar with that burn now. I know it will only intensify my need for dick. For my dad’s dick. Fingers out and dick pushed back in. He slams the fullness of him inside of me. I felt him hit my button again. I notice my dick for the first time since the fucking started. I’m soft as can be but leaking precum. The foreskin is pulled back just enough for the head to be visible leaking the clear liquid. He starts pounding my hole again like before. He lets my ankles go and my legs fall on his shoulders. I can feel his chest on my legs with every thrust. god I’m loving it. I push back into him. He grips my hip and drills my hole like the pro that he was. I tried to jerk off but he slapped my hand away. I’m not allowed to do that evidently. He keeps assaulting my hole. I can feel my hole being forced open as he twists to fuck me at different angles. He pulls out and tells me –“fucking bitch, get into doggie position. I wanna see that ass in front of me. Just like fucking your mom in her ass. She loves that shit too.” He slides right in. my ass as stretched to accommodate his thickness and pounds with ease. The room echos with the slaps. Slap of his body slapping into my ass. Slap of his balls slapping against my taint. The slap of my dick bouncing against my stomach and the bed. I feel the build up and without warning, I shoot my load on the bed below me. My cumming must have done something good with my ass because all I hear is “ oh fuck yeah, milk my dick. Make me feel it. Take my fucking load you no good cum loving faggot. ahHHHHHHH”. As he roars out loud, I can feel rope after rope of cum filling my insides up. He collapses on me and I feel his hot body against mine. I’m in heaven. The session has taken a lot out of him so he holds still on me for a few minutes. He eventually pulls off me and stands. “Get the fuck out of here. Go back to your room. I can’t stand to look at you for a while. I’ll come find you again when I’m hard again. I’m good for at least 3 more loads.” He slaps my ass as I walk away from him. “Hey look at me when I speak to you”. I turn around and look him right in the eye. “You ever speak of this to anyone, I mean anyone, and I’ll fucking kill you with my bare hands. You got that?” I nod my head. “oh, and in case you are too fucking dumb to realize, you’re my new backup pussy when your mom leaves town. Now get back to your room. I walked to my room and closed the door. I’m laying in bed just twitching like the chem whore my dad made me. Like I said before. My virginity was taken and I loved it. I’m just going to wait here until my hole is needed again.

My name is Ethan Long and my life sucks. I’m the oldest of five, just graduated high school, and moved out with some friends. I am what you would call a loser. I have no college plans, I’d rather chill with friends and get high, I spend my days off skating…I’m one of those super skinny guys who never really make eye contact. I scored a graveyard shift at a local gym, which meant sitting behind the counter and watching the odd meathead work out all night while I watch Tiktok on my phone. It’s not the worst, except for Jason. He is a complete asshole. I can just hear him now like he was on some reality show... My name is Jason Hayes and I am that guy. What guy? THAT guy. You know the one, 6’3”, great body, cute face, perfect smile…yeah that guy. I’m an only child from Indiana, 3rd base varsity jock in high school, homecoming king, and most like the guy who your girlfriend thought of when she fingered herself at night. I wasn’t good enough to get a baseball scholarship, so I got a job bartending at a local bar while I took my basics at junior college. I had a little one-bedroom place that wasn’t much to talk about but had a bed that worked just right if you know what I mean. It was a good life, not great but I was going to school and getting laid, so for a 20 something I was doing fine. I worked out at a local 24-hour gym after work, if I didn’t take some chick home. It was the only time I had to keep myself looking good enough for the tips I needed to live on, and there weren’t a lot of distractions at three in the morning. And by distractions, I mean hot chicks looking to swing on my cock. Yeah, it’s a good life, if you can be me. Jason was the type of guy who beat the shit out of the type of guy I was for fun. He takes one look at me and sees some emo freak and for some reason that makes him want to throw me in a locker. Now that we’re out his opinion hasn’t changed much, which means when he comes in it’s a dismissive sneer and hey freak before heading to the locker room to change. Yeah, model citizen. I usually ignore him but tonight he is one about something. I’m watching a dog walk on its hind legs when he comes up to the counter, “Hey, Nightmare before Christmas, that locker room is shit.” I glance up and lock eyes with him, “And?” “And go fucking clean it.” “I’m the only one here, can’t leave the counter,” I said looking back to my phone. “That’s a lame excuse, get your skinny ass up and go clean it.” I laugh and keep looking at my phone, “I’ll let them know it needs to be clean in the morning.” He reaches across and slaps my phone, it sails out of my hands and crashes on the ground, “Fucking do it now!” I can see the crack on my screen without even picking it up and feel my blood boil, “You dick, you just broke my phone!” “You’re here to work freak, not play on your phone?” “You’re not my fucking boss juicehead!” “What did you call me?” I could see the familiar rage in his eyes his kind gets when they are close to losing it, I’d seen it in high school many times before. If I pushed this he would come across the counter and beat the shit out of me, and cause my manager is a fucking dick, he’d end up blaming me for it. Instead, I just shook my head, “Nothing sir, I can’t leave the desk unattended.” He was pissed but nodded, “Better, check that attitude before it destroys you.” I watch him away and I cuss him out under my breath, fucking guys like that need to be taught a lesson, badly. He keeps shooting me looks all through his workout and leaves before morning, when the girl who works morning shows up I tell her I need to look at the locker room and see it is indeed trashed…but it looks like he added a little to it on his way out. The trash can was overturned, all the toilet paper was pulled out…this wasn’t like this when I got on, it was him. I spend the rest of my shift cleaning it up, hating that asshole all the more. The only good thing was I found a full bottle of muscle relaxers; no doubt dropped by someone on their way out. Not one to pass up free drugs I slip it in my pocket and finish up. At least the night won’t be a total waste. I headed home, exhausted and pissed. I shared a place with two other guys. Justin was my age, we both used to cut fourth period to smoke, we dropped out at the same time and moved in with Randy. Randy was 22 and a self-proclaimed loser who spent most of his time stoned and vegging out. Our place was a popular crash pad for local skaters and there were always three or four random skate dogs asleep on the floor. When I got home, I saw a couple guys I knew out cold and Randy in his chair watching Blue’s Clues. A sure sign he was fucked up. “Sup dude,” he said nodding at me, don’t take the dude personally, this early and that stoned, he probably doesn’t know who I am. “Hey man, she get another letter?” I asked grabbing a beer from the fridge. He laughed and nodded, “Hell yeah, she’s a popular bitch.” I sat and watched with him, I had learned early on never to get between a stoner and his Blue’s clues. At a commercial, he looked at me and then seemed shocked, “Ethan? When the fuck did you get home?” See what I mean? “Little bit ago, hey you wanna trade a valium for a joint?” His eyebrows shot up, “Fuck yeah I do!” I fished out my locker room booty as he rolled a fat blunt for me. He most likely would have shared with me anyways but we were an all-for-one kind of house, so we shared what we had, and it wasn’t like I paid for them. I handed him the pill as I lit up the joint and felt the stress of dealing with that jackhole start to fade. “So, what’s got you so turned around little dude?” he asked, once I had settled. I began to explain my night and he scowled as I got to Jason and his attitude. “I hate douchebags like that,” he said, “Fucking a blight on humanity.” I had to agree. We sat there and zoned out for a while, the weed relaxing me, but also making me horny as fuck. I sat there groping my cock through my jeans, not really focusing on anything particular, just rubbing myself. Randy glanced over and saw me, “Thinking about tagging that jock douche?” I hadn’t been, but the second he said it I was. Most of the guys I hung out with were bi, it wasn’t a big deal for us, guys, girls, we usually just got high and fucked each other. So him asking me that wasn’t way out of the question, and now that he brought it up, tagging that asshole and teaching him a lesson seemed hot. I grinned, “Well I am now.” He laughed and began to roll another joint, “You say he comes in after 2 am, gym is dead then. Perfect time and place.” As he rolled I thought about it, he was right. During the week there was no one in the gym, after 1am we got maybe 5 people until the 5 am crowd rolled in. That would give me hours of alone time…in an empty locker room… “You’re thinking about it aren’t you?” he asked me. I nodded, “I really am.” “Well, nothing like a Xannie smoothie to make a jock compliant.” I looked at the bottle of pills and realized he was right; I did have everything I needed to get back at that asshole. We sat there and watched the rest of Blue’s Clues while I imagined all the things I’d do to that asshole if I went through with it and ended up passing out on the couch. When I woke up the idea was a distant memory and I got ready for another shift that night. I relieved the front desk chicks at midnight and made sure the gym was set up, so I could spend the rest of my night watching Tiktok as usual. 2:30 Jason came in, looking cocky as always. “Place better be clean,” he said swiping his card, “It’d be a shame if someone trashed the locker room again.” I grit my teeth as I ignored him, God I hated assholes like this. He went to the locker room while I went back to Tiktok. A few minutes later I heard some commotion, and he came walking out, “Nope, looks like it’s trashed.” He had a fucking smirk on his face I wished I could smack away. I got up and went back there and lost it. The place was trashed again! He had thrown the trash can against the far wall, its contents all over the place…what the actual fuck? I went out and he was already starting some reps, “What’s your damage man?” I asked, done with this shit. He stood up, “You talking to me punk?” “Why would you do that?” I asked, pointing to the locker room. He got right in my face, “You wanna know why? Because I can, who are people going to believe? Someone like me or a loser like you?” I just stood there, furious. “Either do something or clean that shit up, cause I’m busy.” He knew there was nothing I could do physically to him, he was huge, if I picked a fight, I would lose it easily. So, I had to turn around and walk away, as he laughed behind me. But he thought this was over, when in fact it was just beginning. As I cleaned up the locker room I thought, Randy was right, I had all the things I needed to get back at this douchebag, all I needed to do was work up the courage to use them. That morning when I got home, I asked him what he thought I should do, and he was surprisingly lucid for that time of day. “Find his routine,” he said during a commercial, “Watch him, make sure you notice what he does with his water bottle. All those meatheads carry one around, see if he leaves it unattended, see when he refills it. Grind up the Xanies and have them ready, when you have the shot, pour the powder into his drink and shake it up…and then wait.” I looked at him with muted awe, “You seem to know a lot about this shit.” He winked at me, “This isn’t the only jock douchebag in the world bud.” I reminded myself not to fuck with Randy. So I did as he said, I began to watch him. He had a water bottle, one of those expensive metal ones with some label on it. It was full when he brought it in and filled it at least once a night, sometimes two. He also brought some supplement powder with him to mix up when he refilled. I made a note of the kind, the gym carried it, which was my way in. I bought some of the protein and dumped most of it out, added the ground-up Xanex, and then mixed it all up. I waited one night when jocko went to the bathroom and dashed out to the gym floor, taking the protein in his gym bag and loosening the cap. When he moved the bag the powder would spill, leaving him screwed. I ran back to the desk and waited, trying to hide my excitement. About fifteen minutes passed, and I heard a loud, “Motherfucker!” echo across the gym. I forced myself not to smile. After a few he came up to the desk, “You guys sell protein?” he asked. I nodded, “What kind?” He held up his empty jug and I made a surprised look, “We have an open one of those,” I said pretending to look under the counter, “If you want that for free.” I put the container down and he opened it and looked in, “Someone just left it, or I can charge you for a new one.” He seemed to think about it for a moment and then took the container, “Thanks,” he grunted and walked off. He was such an ass he didn’t even question why I would offer him something for free, he thought he was just so awesome he assumed people are just dying to give him free things. I watched him mix up the powder in his bottle and shake it up…and then down half of it in one go. Now it was just a matter of time. He seemed fine for a long time, and I began to wonder if I had wasted my shot. I kept watch as he went from machine to machine…it wasn’t until he went to the bench press that I saw it. He tried to warm up with the bar and it shook in his hands. He put it back on the rack and took some plates off and tried again…but he couldn’t even lift it. He laid there for a while, not moving at all. I wandered onto the floor, and he was passed out on the bench! Holy shit it worked. I nudged him and he groaned a little but didn’t move. “What’s wrong douche?” I asked, feeling his pecs through his tank top, “Not feeling your best?” He groaned as his head moved but that was about it. I slipped my hands under his shirt and tweaked his nipples, he gasped loudly, and his hips came off the weight bench. “Oh, you got sensitive tittties?” I said doing it again, “You like that?” “Nooo…” he slurred, trying to bring his hands up to stop me but failing. My mind was spinning with all the things I wanted to do this asshole, but I couldn’t do it here on the gym floor. I grabbed his arm, “Come on bud, let’s get you to the locker room.” He weighed a ton, but he was so out of it he let me help him up and make out way to the locker room. I laid him down on one of the benches and then tied off the door with a closed for cleaning sign. It was 3 am on a weekday, which meant maybe one more person might come in until morning…more than enough time. I wrote a sign for the front desk saying I was cleaning the locker room and to come in and then took off to the back. He was still laid out on the bench when I walked in. God, he was hot! His shirt had risen, exposing his fucking eight pack and tan line…he was like a walking wet dream just waiting there for me. I was nervous as all fuck but I was too worked up, this asshole had been riding me for months now. Time It was time to ride him. “Ok stud,” I said walking up to him, “Let’s see what we’re working with.” I pulled his shirt off and marveled at his torso, he looked naturally smooth, or he waxed, his pecs were huge and he had quarter-sized nipples that were just too much to resist. I straddled his waist and took them in my hands. “Hey stud…how you feeling?” I pinched his nipples and he moaned as his hips moved up under me, oh yeah this was fucking hot. “How’s this feeling bitch? Huh? How does it feel to be played with?” “Stoo…” he tried to say but he couldn’t even keep his head up he was so out of it. “What’s that?” I said tweaking them harder, “More? You want more?” He thrashed under me as I made his nipples diamond-hard, as much as I was turned on by all this, I wanted so much more than just his nipples. “You look so hot like this.” I said, standing and undoing my belt, “Anyone ever say you have cock sucking lips?” He moaned again and his head fell to the side, which was about as much struggle as he could put up in his condition. “Oh come on,” I said, sliding my jeans down and fishing out my cock, “I’ve been told I have a great cock.” I fished out my hard dick and I saw him stare at it for a moment because I wasn’t lying, I had a great cock. You know that thing they say about skinny shite guys and big dicks? That was me. I was a little over nine inches, uncut and thick as fuck, not that anyone really could tell cause looking at me I looked like a 12-year-old. But it was true, I had a porn star cock, and this guy was staring it right head-on and realizing it was coming for him. “What’s wrong?” I asked, slapping his face with my cock, “Never seen a real dick before?” The sound of the wet impact as my precum stained his cheek was like nothing I had ever felt before. I’d fooled around and had sex sure, but this…this was all new. I was in control, I was in charge…and this fuck was my god damn fucking toy. “Open up cunt,” I said, slapping him harder and harder, “Open up and say ahhh…” He kept trying to move his face away, but it was no use, I grabbed his chin and held him in place, and pressed my cock to his closed lips. I smeared my cock snot across his lips like fucking lipstick as he tried to resist me. “Come on sexy,” I taunted, “Never sucked a cock before? First time for everything…” He let out a miserable moan as I pushed into his mouth and he tasted another man’s cock for the first time. I slid my dick over his tongue as I held the sides of his head, making the muscled idiot suck my cock like the bitch he was. He was slobbering as I thrust into him, I slapped the side of his head when I felt his teeth graze me. “Cover your fucking teeth!” I snapped and I felt him comply instantly, “Roll your tongue around, come on you cunt.” Slowly but surely, he did as I said and before long, he was giving me a sloppy blow job right there in the locker room. “You’re gonna remember this,” I said, really getting into it now, “Every time you walk in here you’re going to remember my cock and how you sucked it like a fucking whore.” All he could do was moan around my length as I made him gag on my tool. “Who’s the punk now?” I growled as he choked on my cock, “Huh stud? Who the fuck is the bitch now?” He whimpered as tears rolled down his cheek, I was close, too close. As much as I wanted to shoot down this asshole’s throat, I wanted more, so much more. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and he let out a loud gasp as he struggled to breathe. I stood over him as drool spilled down over his chin. I sat there smiling, “Not bad for a first time, but we have all night.” “Please…” he croaked; his words barely able to be understood. “You don’t have to beg baby,” I said moving off of him, “I’m gonna give it to you…” I pulled his shoes off and then yanked down his shorts, revealing a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs underneath. “Oh, look at you!” I said laughing, “Tighty whities and everything? You shouldn’t have!” He tried to cover his crotch, but his arms wouldn’t respond, I laughed as I took hold of his waistband, “Did your mommy buy you these? They look so cute.” As I pulled them off, I could see his tan line, he was a fucking Greek god, what would it be like looking like this all the time? As I removed them, I saw the one flaw in my Adonis. “Dude…you call that a dick?” He had a below-average dick, maybe 4-5 inches hard…it was a fine dick but compared to mine it looked like a fucking infant and we both knew it. His face was red as he once again tried to cover himself but I slapped his hands away, “No, no…show your little dick off…be proud of it.” “Stooppp…” he was able to spit out but there was no way I was stopping this. “Let’s not call it a little dick ok?” I said kneeling down, “How about it’s a big clit?” I grabbed his legs and spread them wide, he panted a desperate please as I took his whole dick in my mouth and began to blow him. He squirmed as he tried to resist what my mouth was doing to him, he was used to being worshipped by big titted chicks who were desperate to get fucked by him, and now he was getting hard by a skater punk in a locker room and he hated it. He slowly got hard as I rolled his dick around in my mouth, the fact that this guy would have beaten the shit out of me before admitting I could get him hard just turned me on. I played with his shaved balls as he began to pant, losing his battle not to be turned on by another guy. I moved down and began to lick his balls, taking them into my mouth and rolling them around. Now his moans were much more appreciative, and I could tell he was losing his fight. I made him like it for a good while before moving down and starting on his taint. The gasp he let out as he felt me lick between his ass and cock was as erotic as anything I had ever heard. “No…” he cried, knowing where I was going but helpless to stop me. I kept his legs spread as I moved down, exposing his virgin hole to the air. He had a nice ass, squats and running will do that to you, I had to use both hands to spread his cheeks so I could get to that little pink, jock hole… “No…please…” he moaned as he felt me lick around his hole, he tried to tighten it, but it was no use, his muscles were completely relaxed. I pushed into him, and he let out a choked cry as he felt himself get eaten out for the first time. He was the type of guy who would never let a girl touch his ass, the thought of his most private place being molested was just too much for him. But here he was, legs spread, moaning as a guy’s tongue tickled his virgin ass, slowly pushing back into my face. It was always the same with guys, they are all freaked out about their ass but once you started playing with it, they couldn’t stop themselves. “Ooohh…” he whimpered as he felt me go deeper and deeper into him. His legs had stopped fighting and I could feel his ass open for me…he was feeling nothing, but pleasure and I know he was hating every second of it. His cock was rock hard as I probed him, he could be fighting this with every part of his mind but his body was loving every second of this and wanted more…so much more. He was beginning to moan and grunt as he weakly tried to pull my hands away I sat up, he was panting like a dog, “No? You won’t want that?” He weakly shook his head. “Ok let’s go back to sucking…” Using both hands I positioned his head then aimed my tremendous shlong at his pouty, full lips. Holding him by his chin and a handful of hair I pressed forward wedging my cock into the warm moist mouth again. Instantly he started struggling, twisting his head, reaching up with his arms, and pushing out at me. It was useless, the drugs made him so weak all he could do was slap at me. I let go of his chin and grabbed the back of his head, then shoved my hips forward forcing several inches of his cock shaft into his mouth. Fuck yeah, I started fucking his soft, warm mouth, the gagging making it so much better. I felt his thick, soft lips stretched around my fuck pole massaging me in ways he had only dreamed of up to now. His muffled protests only added to my pleasure, the vibrations of his grunts and the movement of his tongue sent thrills down my cock. I shoved his cock in until it hit the back of his mouth and then pulled it out until he felt those lips stretch around my cock head. He continued his vain resistance as I continued to fuck his mouth. Fuck I was so horny that I was already ready to shoot. Feeling that warm, moist mouth and tongue and lips around my shaft too much for me. I felt my nuts pulling up, my load boiling and boiling up, shooting up my long, thick shaft and gushing out of my piss hole, spilling out into this fuck’s waiting mouth, filling it up again and again. The whole time I kept fucking and fucking and cumming and cumming. My load was plentiful and intense, filling his mouth and forcing its way down that virgin throat. Finally, my orgasm slowed, I slowed my fucking down but didn't quite stop. Staring down at part of my huge schlong engulfed in this jock’s mouth, seeing cum dribbling out of that mouth, looking at those huge yet momentarily weak arms pushing at him made me feel more powerful than I ever did in my life. I liked that feeling. I let go of his head, letting my still stiff prick pop out of the warm, sweet mouth. He fell started to fall backward, no longer being held up. I bent down and looked into his drugged face. His eyes were half-open and glazed, his lips were puffy and cum soaked, cum and spit were dribbling from his mouth and down his chin. Fuck he was beautiful. "I gotta tell you stud, you have a helluva mouth and great tits. I bet you have a great ass too. Why don't we find out how great your ass is." I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him and pushed him face down onto the locker room bench. I quickly adjusted his position to have him straddling the thin bench, one arm and one leg on each side. My eyes took in the muscled form of this perfect specimen. He had a tan from all of his athletic outdoor ventures. The one spot that was pure white was his bulbous meaty butt. I straddled the bench behind the drugged douchebag and started kneading his firm jock ass with both hands. "Yeah bud, it feels like you have a perfect ass." Feeling the muscular hardness beneath my fingers, I grabbed hold of each cheek and spread them. Hidden between the two cheeks I found what he was looking for. Small, round and puckered, his asshole winked up at me. I reached a finger down into the crevice and touched the pink little hole. Pushing my finger into the tight little I smiled, “Open up baby…” His sphincter clamped down on my finger, only allowing access to half of my finger. I looked down at the huge throbbing meat between my own legs and thought, there's no way I'll get my meat up his tight hole. Pushing harder I was able to spear his finger up into the tight inferno. He let out a groan, which I answered by pulling my finger out then shoving it back in. I could feel the heat and tightness of his asshole and knew I had to have it. I felt him spasmodically clutching at my finger and wondered how that ass would feel wrapped around my cock. "You're tight baby, I need you to loosen up for me", I said while working his finger in and out of his asshole. The only answer was his grunts and moans. I pulled my finger out and grabbed the round cheeks and spread them wide. Leaning in, I looked closely at the tiny, puckered hole and began to ravage him again. Pushing my face between the meaty globes I started to eat out his perfect ass. Licking my tongue over the hole again and again I began to work the tightness out of the clutching butt hole. I was rubbing my hands over his smooth, muscled body, caressing his thighs and ass as my tongue was working over his asshole. Shoving my tongue at the asshole I pushed with all of his might. I was rewarded as the rosebud blossomed out allowing my tongue to slide into the inferno. I’d never been so turned on in his life! I was moaning and grunting right along with him as I worked my tongue in and out of that hot asshole. My hands started roaming further up his ripped body, feeling up his tight waist and ripped abs. Moving further up to his heaving pecs, kneading his titties. I latched onto the nipples and started to work them over again, pulling and tugging and twisting the firm large nubbins. My face was encased in the meaty buttcheeks, his tongue working further and further up his funky hole. The jock was responding to all the attention his body was receiving. His moans were loud and throaty, his body squirming about, his butt pushing back into the face buried in it. I was lapping away at the hole and tugging away his tits. His cock was once again throbbing with excitement. He was humping the bench, rubbing his fuckpole around in the pool of precum that was constantly puddling from his engorged cockhead. Releasing the nipples and pulling my tongue out of his ass, I sat up and looked at him. He was breathing heavy, with lust burning in his eyes. I was ready to fuck him, but first I had to get that ass. I parted the meaty cheeks and pressed two fingers against the hot cunt. Pushing gently but firmly I worked both fingers up in his virgin ass. Twisting my fingers in and out I slowly loosened him. The dazed jock was mumbling and groaning as his ass was being worked over. I pressed a third finger into the burning hot chasm. Soon all three of his fingers were embedded up the virgin jock as I fingerfucked him. As I worked the fingers in and out of the tight hole, I keep widening my fingers outward, opening up his ass as much as possible. My free hand was stroking my weeping cock, rubbing my precum all over his cock until it was juicy all over. "Hey, bud I hope you don't mind but I'm about to turn your virgin ass into a sloppy pussy." I said, removing my fingers and replacing them with my bulbous cockhead. As I pressed against the slick hot opening, I realized that I was about to take his cheery, he would be fucked for the first time and it would be me who had done it! Excited and horny I raised himself up, still pressing into his hungry hole, and I started to push forward. My cockhead was pressing against the tight man-pussy with more and more pressure being applied yet the hole remained unyielding. "Fuck! Open up baby, open up for that skater meat", I cooed. Then placing both of my hands on the small of his back I raised up a little bit more and pressed forward with all my might. At first, nothing happened, then suddenly the hothole gave, rising open. My cockhead was engulfed by the moist heat of his jock pussy and my thick shaft slid in about halfway. The sensations surrounding my cock flooded my being. He let out a yell and his whole body spasmed as he tried to shake out the unwanted intruder. His asshole clutched down tight on the thick fuckpole. I let out a gasp as I felt the whole chasm clamp down on his invading prick. "Oh...Oh...Oh my God, Oh my God", I began to chant. I tried to pull his dick out but it was trapped in the crushing hole. So instead, I heaved forward with all my might sliding the last 6 inches up in his ass. My hips were pressed against those jock buttcheeks, my fuckpole was encased in the molten, spasming chasm that was his hole. He was suddenly jerking about trying to get up and unimpale himself, yelling in a guttural language that I couldn't understand. What I did understand was that if this idiot got up that would be the end of my revenge. I pressed both hands into the small of his back and shoved down with all my strength. Now he was pinned to the bench, but he continued to struggle using what little strength he had left. But I was struggling also, trying to keep this bitch under control, but I was beginning to realize that he might just buck me off. Out of desperation, I did the only thing I could do at that moment. I pulled my hips back sliding my huge cock most of the way out of his screaming ass, then slammed forward forcefully re-impaling the struggling stud. He let out a yell and fell forward but continued to struggle so I did it again. I pulled out again and slammed forward again. We kept this up until he stopped moving, my thrusts drawing small grunts from him with each push but nothing else. I continued to fuck him but slowed down after a while. I started rotating his hips to open up his ass some to get him used to me. He was now lying defeated on the bench whimpering each time the huge battering ram slammed home. I’m pretty sure he wasn't completely sure of what was going on. He knew that there was something huge ramming in and out of his ass and that he couldn't do anything to stop it. But as for what was exactly happening, he was very fuzzy on the details. He lay there as the huge pole repeatedly slid out and slammed back into his ass. I was really getting into the fucking now! His jock ass had opened up and was accepting my cock easily. It was doing more than that; it felt like the little cunt ass was sucking and massaging my thick prick as he plowed away. Seeing him broken I started letting my hands explore the muscular back in front of me while I continued to lazily fuck him. I’d slow down on my fucking then speed up; he would go easy then start slamming away with all his might, each time drawing a new noise from the plundered asshole. His ass felt like the perfect hole as far as I was concerned. I began speeding up my thursts again, feeling the velvety warmth of his jock cunt working away on the full length of my huge fuckpole. I could feel my cum boiling away as my nuts pulled up tight in their sac. I closed his eyes and started to moan as I fucked and fucked and fucked that sweet tight hole, again and again, and again, until finally, my world exploded around me. My load was massive as I painted his cunt with my seed. He could feel my cock shoot and I heard a small cry as he realized he had been bred by another man. I collapsed onto his bronzed back, still heaving and gasping for breath. I lay there trying to calm myself down feeling everything my overloaded senses were transmitting. I could feel felt his hard, slick muscles moving under my body, he felt my cock slowly deflating while his ass muscles squeezed then released then squeezed again at the huge pole stretching them wide open. As my breath slowed to normal I felt one more thing; I felt his ass pressing up into my hips, grinding slowly while the semi-conscious jock let out a low, continuous moan. Feeling the jock’s love canal gripping down on his near-limp dick, I gasped. Pushing myself off his back I pulled my sensitive cock from the heat of his aching pussy. I watched as his ass continued to grind upward into the air. "Well, well, well, you horny slut!!!" I muttered, not believing my eyes. I reached between his thighs and could feel the jock’s hard, dripping cock throb. He was actually into this! And I wasn’t done. I sat there, catching my breath, and then pulled out my phone, “Hey Randy, you still up? Grab your van and head over to the gym. You aren’t going to believe what you’re taking home.” I smiled at the dazed jock, watching his cunt wink open and close…knowing he was in for the time of his life. I woke up slowly, not sure what the fuck was going on. My head felt like it was filled with cotton and my mouth was a dry as a fucking desert. Opening my eyes hurt, the little light that I could see were like spotlights. I tried to cover my eyes and realized my hands were bound over my head. What the what? I opened my eyes, and I was in some strange room, tied to a fucking bed. My arms and legs were tied to each corner, and I felt weak as fuck as I tried to pull myself free. I struggled against the bonds, which made the bed start to squeal like nuts. “Hey guys, I think he’s awake,” someone called outside the room. “What the fuck?” I croaked, my voice cracking from the strain. “Let me out!” The door opened and some skinny ass skate punk walked in, smug grin on his face, “Oh hey, welcome back.” My eyes wouldn’t focus, did I know this kid? “So how you feeling?” he asked, “Dehydrated? Here,” he grabbed a bottle of water and put it up to my mouth, “Drink up.” “Fuck you,” I said, moving my head away. His grin faded, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and shoved the bottle in my mouth. He poured the liquid down my throat, and I swallowed or choked…no real choice. “Some friendly advice Jason,” he said in a calm voice as I drank, “You aren’t in control here, you aren’t in anything but trouble. Your bullshit attitude is only going to make this worse, got it?” I nodded around the bottle, and he took it out of my mouth. “Better?” I nodded, “What the hell is going on?” “You know who I am?” he asked and I had to admit I didn’t. “Do you know how many times I had to clean the locker room because you a fucking asshole? Any idea how many nights you’ve ruined because you’re a fucking dick?” Oh shit, this was the front desk kid from the gym! What the hell? “Dude I was just joking, let me go.” He reared back and slapped my face hard, it stung like a motherfucker! “What did I say? You’re making it worse again.” I stopped, my cheek throbbing. “You weren’t joking, you were a dick and we both know it. Now, now you’re going to pay for that.” Was he serious? “Come on man…I didn’t know you were that sensitive man, I wouldn’t…” Another slap and I shut up instantly. “Sensitive? Is that what I was? You went out of your way to make my fucking hell for no other reason than you are a dick and I’m sensitive? Oh, fuck you dude…this is going to be fun.” He got up and called to someone outside the room. “Dude, don’t do this man,” I pleaded, “I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.” He looked back, “Sure, I’ll let you go right now. Untie you and everything…just do one thing for me.” I nodded, eager to get out of here. “Tell me my name.” Shit. “Come on man, you’ve been bullying and riding my ass for months now, I wear a fucking nametag. Do you even know my name or am I just some random asshole you like to fuck with?” Fuckfuckfuck. “Come on Jason, what’s my name?” “Mike?” I guessed. He scoffed, “Nice try.” Another skater kid waked in and looked over at me like I was a buffet, “So did he know your name?” “Fuck no…your turn.” The new guy walked in and smiled at me, “Hey bud, I’m Randy.” “Fuck you Randy,” I say, trying to say as tough as I could. He just sat on the edge of the bed, “Maybe later…but right now…” He opened a case and pulled out a syringe and a vial. “What the fuck is that?” I panicked. “Oh, this is happy juice,” he said tapping the air out of the syringe, “You’re gonna be flying in a couple of minutes.” “Don’t!” I screamed as he got the needle close, “I don’t do drugs!” “No, you just haven’t done drugs…yet.” He grabbed my arm and I tried to pull away, but it was no use, the ropes were holding me tight. “You know what I love about muscle heads he asked, bringing the needle to my arm, “Bug, juicy veins…just asking to be poked…” I whimpered as the needle broke my skin and felt him push something into my body… A warmth moved up my arm slowly, I looked on in horror as I felt it move through me by itself. I swarmed up my shoulder and then to my chest…when it hit my heart it felt like my whole body just exploded with warmth and I felt like I was floating above my body. “Shiiiittt…” I slurred and I heard them both laugh, but I didn’t care. It literally felt like I was hovering above the bed, weightless, free of gravity…of care…oh my god what was this? “Look at that smile…” one of them said, looking down at me. “Hey Jake…you ok?” I nodded, shocked to hear myself giggle. “Yeah, let’s get you untied,” he said, undoing my arms and letting them down. I felt the cuffs on my ankles were removed, and I began to rub my wrists when one of them handed me a glass of liquid, “Here, you need to stay hydrated.” I nodded and downed it in one gulp, it didn’t taste like water, but I didn’t care, it tasted good. I handed it back to him, “Thank you.” The first kid, the one from the gym? He sat down next to me, “So how you feeling?” I looked at him, my eyes blurring, “Warm.” He leaned in and kissed me and I sat there, stunned, not sure what to do. I kind of pushed him off me but his hands moved up to my chest and plucked at my nipples and oh my fucking god! It was like two electrical shocks that moved straight to my cock, and I moaned as he pushed me down onto the bed. Everywhere he touched me hummed, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. Everything turned me on, his fingers, the sheets beneath me…it was insane! I struggled to resist; I mean I wasn’t a fag…I didn’t want some guy touching me but fuck as he traced his fingers up the ridges of my abs I felt myself gyrate into his touch automatically. It was like being tickled but erotically, everything made me horny and felt just so fucking perfect… He kissed me again and found myself kissing back out of impulse, my mind was too clouded to process what was going on. All I knew was pleasure and wanted more…fuck I had to stop this… “No…” I said, trying to push him off me but it was no use. Each time he would move he squeezed my nipples and my whole body went weak, and I moaned into his embrace… “Come on Jake…” he whispered, his hand grasping my hard dick, “You want this.” “OH GOD!” I cried out, my cock feeling like it was about to shoot from one touch… “Yeah, that’s it Jake…feels good right?” I whimper as I nod, my arms over my head as he lazily strokes my dick, nothing had ever made me feel like this before. It was like a thousand little orgasms all at once…fuck… “So good right?” he asked, and I just nodded, eyes closed as I drooled. His mouth moved down to my neck, and I felt him start to gnaw on the tender flesh and I moaned, knowing he was marking me like a fucking bitch. But even his teeth were like little explosions of lust, and I squealed as my muscled body gyrated on the bed. This kid was working me over like a fucking master and I couldn’t get free. My arms wrapped around him and pulled him tighter, silently begging him to bite me harder. “Yeah, get him worked up man,” the other guy said in a low voice, “Get this slut turned around…” Even though I knew I was the slut I couldn’t stop, throwing my head back so he could mark up and down my neck, leaving hickies as he went…I’d be the laughingstock of the bar when they saw them. Assuming I let some check get freaky and bite me up…oh god what was I doing? He moved off my neck and looked down at me, I was panting and just breaking out into a sweat, what the hell was this kid doing to me? I looked up, it still felt like I was spinning even though I was laying flat on the bed. He looked down at me and smiled, “You want more?” I nodded, not even sure what I was answering to. He scooted up and straddled my chest, grabbing the base of his cock. Holy fuck! It was huge! He smiled, “Yeah you remember this don’t you?” he asked, slowly stroking a fucking beast of a cock. How could a skinny kid have a cock like that? It was fucking massive! If I had a cock like that, I would tear pussy up…chicks would be falling to their knees…I just stared at it…not realizing how much it was turning me on. “Yeah, this is a real dick,” he said slapping my face with the flat of his shaft. I flinched as it slapped me, the weight of it…oh my god… “He licked his fucking lips!” the other guy said, and I glanced over, I had honestly forgotten he was there. He was fucking holding up a phone! Fuck was he filming us? I was about to panic, and he slapped my face again, “Hey! Over here…pay attention…” My eyes locked on to it as he slapped my cheek with it, precum staining my face… “Open your mouth,” he said, moving the head to my lips, “Come on jockboy…” I tried to move my head away, but I was transfixed, it just seemed so fucking big…I felt it smear against my lips and he just moved it back and forth across my closed mouth. The heat, the moisture…my lips opened, and I felt him slide his cockhead into my mouth and I moaned in shame as I tasted a man’s cock for the first time. At first I balked, not wanting this but then I felt him stroke my dick and I moaned around his member, my tongue rolling around the kid’s thick head automatically. “There ya go…come on…cover your lips…” When I complied, he stroked me harder which made me work his dick more…and within seconds I was sucking a cock…I was actually sucking this skate punk’s cock! “Yeah, you got it…” he said, running a hand through my hair, the feeling of his fingers made sparks in my brain as I tasted his precum…everything felt good! I mean even the way the cock rolled off my tongue felt erotic…even though every part of my brain hated this…my body was pushing ecstasy into every pore of my body and it felt amazing! “He into it?” the other one asked. “Oh yeah he’s purring…aren’t you Jakey?” He pulled my head off his cock and my tongue remained extended as I tried to follow it. “Say please…” he said, taking his hand off my dick… “Please!” I said quickly, just wanting him to touch me more. He shoved his cock into my mouth and when I began to suck it he started to stroke me again… “So, we have cock sucking down…” the other one said, “You wanna move on?” “Yeah, let’s see how our muscleboy plays with others….ok Jake…lay back.” He pushed me back, his cock slipping out of his mouth. I fell back onto the bed and looked up and was only slightly surprised to see a full-length mirror on the ceiling. God, I looked fucking incredible…my body was on fire! My abs were cut, my pecs perfect…my dick looked small compared to the skate punk…but fuck I was hot. “Yeah, you like looking at yourself, don’t you?” he asked seeing me watch myself. I just nodded. “Play with your tits…” he commanded, and I watched as my hands moved up and plucked at my own nipples. I watched as I writhed on the bed like a fucking whore in heat… “Ooohhhh god…” I whimpered as I played with myself. “Man, he is hot,” the other one commented, taping me the entire time. “Oh yeah, and a complete fucking asshole…” I watched as the skate punk climbed between my legs and began to lick up my thighs…I shivered as I spread myself open, allowing him access to anything and everything. My back arched as he moved upwards, his tongue tracing upwards…oh my god what was he doing? I felt him lick the underside of my ballsac and I moaned loudly, “Oh fuck me…” The other one chuckled, “Give it time bud.” He rolled one of my balls in his mouth and my head fell back onto the bed as I begged him to use me. No girl had ever played with my balls like this, and it was the fucking best! There was a distant voice that was telling me that this was wrong, and I was being used but each touch made the voice smaller and smaller. I was drowning in lust and losing the urge to save myself. He licked my ballsac liberally and each lap of his tongue was just making me babble…this was hands down the best sex I had ever had, and it was a fucking punk doing it! He went lower, nibbling on my taint and I grabbed my cock and began to jerk myself off. No one had ever touched me there and….fuck… “NO!” the other guy slapped my hand away, “You cum when we say jocko…not before.” I moaned as he began to nibble on the area between my as and balls…what was that? Lightning bolts of sex shot through my body as I spread my legs wider, wanting so much more. Why was I allowing this to happen? I wasn’t a fag…I had to…had to….oh god…it felt SO good! “Turn over,” he said, moving my hips until I was on my stomach, face down on the mattress. “Oh my god that ass,” the other one said, seeing my smooth, muscled ass on display. I was so wasted I pushed it back, showing off a little even as I was horrified by my actions. “Yeah, Jake this is a work of art,” the skate punk said, moving his hands over my cheeks. Again, just this normal touch was erotic as all fuck and I whined as I pushed harder into his hands, “Yeah someone likes this,” he laughed, watching me push back, “You’re going to love this.” I felt his hands push my cheeks aside and I could feel the room’s cold air on my exposed hole…even that turned me on, but it was nothing compared to when I felt his tongue lick around tiny, jock hole. “OHHH!” I screamed as I felt him tease me, no one, nothing had ever touched me there before. My face was red with shame as I felt my ass push back instinctively, oh god this was horrible…some fucking skate punk was eating my ass out and I was loving it! He held my hips still as he slowly pushed into me, I held my breath as I felt a man enter my ass for the first time. It was like…like…I don’t even know how to explain it. So warm, so soft…he thrust past my hole, and I could feel him touch a place I never knew existed. I felt my ass relax as I let him violate me, the whole time screaming in my mind to stop. My face was buried in the mattress as I sobbed, part in disgust but mostly because it felt so good. I couldn’t even imagine how I looked on all fours, ass, face down…I knew I was being filmed but I couldn’t care…Jesus Christ that tongue… As it moved in me, I was mewling like a fucking baby, the sounds coming out of my mouth were the same that I had heard chicks make as I ate them out. Except I was the chick now, he was eating my jock pussy out and oh my god I wanted more! Fuck I was straight! This shouldn’t feel so good…I was trying to focus when I felt a hand grab my hair and pull my head up, “No use in wasting a hole.” The guy filming me offered his cock and I began to close my mouth and resist when the skate punk went deep, and I gasped…taking the dick all the way down. I was losing myself as I sucked some guy’s cock while being rimmed…it was all just sex…fucking so much sex…god why hadn’t I been having this much sex before? His mouth came off my ass and I heard him laugh as I still pushed back, longing for that tongue… “Fucking slut…look at you…” he slapped my ass, “Don’t sorry Jake…I got ya…” I had no idea what he meant; all I knew was I needed more…more sex…all of the fucking sex. I began to worship the cameraman’s cock since it was the only sexual stimulation I could find. He kept his one hand in my hair and shoved me down on his length, making me choke with each push. “Come on douchebag…” he snarked, “Get down on that cock…” I did as he said, more because I was so out of it and the feeling of his dick sliding across my tongue was somehow turning me on… I was sweating like a pig now; my whole body was covered in a fine sheen of sex, and I am sure I looked flawless as every line on my body popped with the moisture. I could feel myself entering a rhythm now, I wanted to get off, needed to…I didn’t care if I was straight or gay…I wanted sex…and fuck where it came from. I felt something warm touch my hole and hold there and I knew where it was coming from next. I could feel the skate punk’s cock nudge my wet hole, not forcing it’s way in, just waiting. “Come on Jake…” I heard him say, “You know what you want…” This was too far; I couldn’t get fucked! I was a stud! A fucking alpha…I was the guy people drooled at as I walked by, I was the one who they chased after, desperate for my cock. I couldn’t be on all fours in some back room with two skaters running a train on me…NO! But I could feel my hole slowly start to engulf his head as the motion of my blow job and the slickness of my ass cause me to move…it stung but that was somehow erotic, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt myself push back slowly. “Oh, there we are…” he said, feeling my jock hole quiver around his head, my eyes were closed as I realized I was willingly fucking myself on a guy’s cock, worse I was letting them film me do it! The dick slipped free of my mouth, and he tilted my chin up so I was looking up at the camera, “How does that cock feel? He asked. “Oh god…” I panted, feeling mt ass get stretched, “So big…you’re so fucking big…” I whined, not believing how turned on I was. “You like that cock?” I nodded and he squeezed my cheeks, “No, say it.” “I love this cock,” I admitted, the words tumbling out of my mouth of their own volition, “So big…oh my god you’re filling me up!” And he was, my ass walls burned as his massive cock just slowly kept moving into me, not caring or stopping, just wanting to claim my ass as its own. The pain was intense but before it could become pain it became that weird pleasure that everything had. Like on some level I knew it hurt but my brain was just sending pure pleasure, so I wanted more…so much more… “How’s your pussy feel Jason?” he asked, his hands on my hips as I kept pushing back, “Your little jock cunt happy?” The shame and indignation that he was calling my ass that filled my brain but at the same time I was losing my mind on how much this was making me want to go faster. I was stuck, my ego and my desire stuck in a standoff that neither one would give up. “I wanna hear it Jason or I’ll pull out…” The panic in my voice shocked even me, “Fuck my pussy…please fill my jock cunt with your horse dick…please…” I was sobbing as I rocked back harder and harder, desperate to shove all of him in me. “You gonna be a good girl?” “I’ll be a good girl…please…oh please don’t stop….” “Who owns this cunt?” he asked. “You do…oh god…” And he shoved the rest into me. My head flew up as I felt my cock throb as I felt this punk’s cock smash my cunt, lodging itself in me and staying there, making my cunt walls quiver as they tried to adjust to me being fucked. I was being fucked. The thought was sobering as I realized I was never going to be a ass virgin again, I had some skater kid’s donkey dick up in me and I was loving it…I wasn’t a man anymore, not a straight tone. How could I look at myself in the mirror knowing I was face down on some old mattress letting a stranger fuck me while I begged? My whole identity began to burn inside my mind as he slowly pulled back, his dick sliding along the abused hole of my ass. “Such a tight cunt…” he purred, moving slowly back and then in, “My girl has the tightest hole…don’t you girl?” All I could do was whine as I nodded, feeling that monster just troll my ass like it was looking for something. Back and forth, small thrusts upwards…each one a small erotic earthquake that made me want it even more. I had two fistfuls of sheets as I held on, willing myself not to scream to fuck me harder at the top of my lungs, knowing that was what he wanted. It was like he was just teasing me, showing me an inch at a time, trying to break me down… “P-please…” I whispered…more to myself than to him. And then he moved forward and he hit something in me…something deep….buried…explosive… “FUCK!” I screamed as his cockhead moved past it, my whole body spasming from jus the glancing blow. “There it is…my girl’s clit…” He moved back and this time hit whatever it was dead on and I came. No joke, he thrust forward, my eyes rolled back as my cock erupted cum under me like a broken hose. He laughed as my ass twitched around his cock helplessly as I came and came and came, shaking in place like I was having a seizure. “There she blows!” the cameraman laughed, watching me lay there as pure, fucking joy flooded my brain. He had made me cum without touching my cock…me, the hottest guy at the bar had came like a fucking schoolgirl slut in the backseat. The sounds I made, the moans, the cries, the sobbing…they were like nothing I had ever made before but they were all from me…oh my god what just happened? And then he began to thrust again. “OH GOD!” I screamed as his cock slid over the spot again, sending new sensations through my body. It was like cumming again except without cum…he started to build apace of fucking me hard, each time my whole frame shook as I felt every molecule of my body flood itself with pleasure. I arched my back, pushed onto him, began to suck the cameraman’s cock, all of it at once…oh my god this was it, this was what I had been missing. “Yeah there she is, my fucking slut…look at her go…come on cunt…suck that cock….take that dick…” His words were meaningless, all I wanted was more, faster, harder, more…he was savagely fucking me now, the sounds of our flesh smacking filled the room, and it wasn’t enough! I could feel his cock literally ripping my ass apart and didn’t care…I dropped the cock and screamed to fuck me harder! “Who’s a slut?” “I’M YOUR JOCK SLUT! FUCK ME! MORE! HARDER! COME ON MORE!” He pulled his cock out pushed me forward on to the bed and I looked back at him in desperate pleading. He was talking to the cameraman about something but the words…I couldn’t understand them, I needed more. They set the camera up on the nightstand and then the skate punk laid down on the bed and told me climb up. I didn’t need to be told twice and I scrambled up onto his waist and grabbed his fucking horse dick and guided it to my weeping hole. I slammed myself down onto it in one push, making us both gasp as I began to ride him as hard as I could, wanting all of this kid in me right now. Oh god I could feel him sliding up in my ass, his cock was literally tickling the walls of my cunt…oh fuck now I’m calling it that…I was slapping myself in my head as I braced my hands on his chest and pounded myself harder and harder down on his dick. “Come on girl…” he said with a grin, “Get that cock…” I could her myself muttering, “Fuck me...harder fuck me…” but I couldn’t remember actually saying the words. It was like my body had gone on autopilot and just taken over…demanding to be fucked faster and harder. WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING TO MYSELF? “Slow down,” the guy behind me said and I felt his hand on my lower back. I slowed my thrusts down and felt him move up close to me. I was confused, what was he doing…I was already being fucked I couldn’t… “Oh god!” I cried out as I felt his cock push at my already ravaged hole, “Oh please no…please…” I heard myself cry out as he ignored me and pressed down hard next to the other cock. “Please no…not this…oh god…” “Shut up cunt,” the guy behind me growled as his head popped into my screaming pussy, “You know you want this…” Oh god…I was so full…so much cock in me…I just stood still trying to breathe as the other guy slid his cock into me, pushing down the other skate punk’s cock and ripping my cunt walls apart. “It hurts…” I sobbed, the pleasure of whatever they had given me not being able to handle both cocks in my once virgin hole. “Hold on,” the skate punk said, reaching up and tweaking my nipples, “It’s gonna feel great in a sec…” He was insane…there was no way this would ever feel good, I had a telephone pole up my ass, I was never going to walk again…oh god how did I let this happen? Why am… And both cockheads hit that bitch button in me, and I froze, my eyes bugging out as my mouth opened in half a scream. I felt the skate punks’ hands on my waist move me slowly up and down and both huge cockheads tickled that spot and just like that…I lost. “OH YES!” I screamed, feeling explosions of ecstasy flood my body as whatever that spot was fired lightening bolts of pure sex through me, making me shake around their cocks like a fucking sex toy. “There she is,” the one behind me said as I began to back up on both cocks, “Who’s our jock slut?” I was lost, completely gone, I began to chant, “I’m your jock whore…fuck my pussy…oh god fill my pussy more!” as I took two cocks at the same time. The one behind me leaned in and licked my ear and whispered, “Who’s your daddy?” “Oh, fuck me daddy!” I screamed, not caring anymore, “Please daddy please…I’ll be good…I can be a good girl…” my voice was high and shrill just like every other girl I had brought to orgasm. Except now I was the girl, I was the one riding cocks, tickling my clit, working my pussy to get myself off. Oh god that was who I was now…I was a jock cunt…how? No! They began to thrust as I moved, and the stimulation was multiplied. I was now screaming at the top of my lungs to be fucked. I begged my daddies to breed me, I promised I would do whatever they wanted for the rest of my life…as long as I kept getting fucked. The one behind me began to mark my neck as he fucked me and I begged him to do it harder…to leave hickies, to let the world know I was owned… I was just a sex animal at this point. I had no name, no purpose other than being fucked over and over again. They moved and laid down, legs facing each other so I could ride them flat, both of their cocks slamming me in a new direction, making me babble even more. I looked up and watched myself get double penetrated, my smooth, muscled body looked amazing while I took both cocks…covered in sweat…drool running down my chin… A perfect little jock cunt. They fucked me like this for what felt like forever, in every position, every variety, until I was just a hole opening and closing, begging for cock. The cameraman had laid down on the bed and I had laid on top of him, his cock easily sliding into me while the skate punk hovered over me, his cock slamming into me next to his friends. He held my legs out wide like I was just a fucking cheerleader whore he had picked up at a frat party and was railing with a bud. Oh god I was that cheerleader now… He was really tearing into me, trash talking me the whole time, “You like this fucking cock?” “OH DADDY! PLEASE!” I screamed, so close to cumming. “Who owns you?” “YOU DO! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING HORSE COCK! PLEASE!” real tears were falling down my face as I begged him to breed me. “YOU EVER GOING TO DISRESPECT ME AGAIN?” “NO! PLEASE! I LOVE YOU DADDY! MAKE YOUR GIRL CUM!” My voice was hoarse from screaming and I was close… “Never forget bitch…” he said jack rabbiting into me, causing my eyes to roll back as my cock shot for the fifteenth time, showering my chest and abs with cum as he fucked me like the cunt I was. I could feel the cocks fire off in me again, cum dribbling out of my abused ass for the tenth time tonight easy… I tried to stay awake, desperate to keep getting fucked but it was no use. I had been used too hard, too long and my mind couldn’t take it anymore. I felt myself fade off and their voices from very far away, “Now what?” “Take him home and wait for him to come back.” And the nothing.

Nicolai was well and truly fucked. He'd come into NYC from his university on Long Island with his pals for a night of clubbing and fun and that had certainly been achieved. He remembered the throbbing bass of the club and the exuberant dancing of his posse. What he was having trouble remembering was remembering when things took a turn. Nicolai remembered being in the bathroom at the club and checking himself out his lithe 21 year old frame all sinewy, lean muscle and with sandy hair. He wore tight jeans and tight black tee shirt along with sexy briefs. The bathroom of this club was shared with the gay club adjacent to it. Nicolai wasn't gay. At all. But for whatever reason, he decided to check out that club instead of going back to the straight one. Guys kept buying him drinks and a free drink is a free drink and thats when things got hazy. Now it's 3am Nicolai has stumbled into the alleyway behind the club, not really sure how he got there and he seems to have lost his phone and can't find his friends. Well and truly fucked. Then he felt the vomit coming. He was able to make it to a trash can and threw up in there. He was dizzy and just needed to lie down for one fucking minute. The alley seemed deserted, so he found a corner to lay down in, just for one minute... * Rex was feeling great, high on life and other enhancements that had helped him get through his shift at Helix as a go-go boy. Now, it was time to get out of here and find some slut to use for some piggy pnp sex. He changed to his street clothes, bid his farewells and exited the building using the backdoor which led to an alleyway. He started down the alleyway and heard a groan to the left, looking in that direction- Rex was shocked to find some twinky kid passed out. "He could meet someone real dangerous here, I'd better help him out." Rex said. and idea forming in his brain... * Nicolai woke up to music. Not the thumppathumppa of the club but a speaker in an apartment. He was on a bed. He was groggy and didn't recognize the surroundings. He groaned. "You're awake! I was about to blast you off, that's really gonna wake you up!" There was a man next to him. And Nicolai was not gay but he could appreciate when a man was good looking. and this man was definitely hot. And naked? Nicolai began to realize he was as well except for a jockstrap. But he had had briefs on? None of this made any sense. Then in his groggy, just woke up- still kinda drunk haze Nicolai began to realize his arm had been tied off and the man was about to insert a needle into his fucking arm. "Whattareyoudoing?" he slurred. "Like I said, waking you up. Making you feel good. You really shouldn't fall asleep in alley's, baby. You never know who's gonna wanna do what to you!" Then the needle was in , blood registering and whatever was in it forced into him. An evil grin spread on Rex's face. In the calm before it hit Nicolai had a series of flashbacks. * He remembered seeing Rex dancing in the club Remembered coming to in the alleyway to the same ma pissing on him, that he'd forced Nicolai to drink it and how bitter it had tasted. He could recall now the mad pulling his pants down and ripping his briefs in the back before roughly shoving his cock into Nicolai and breeding his virgin hole. Nicolai had wanted to scream in protest but had been too drunk and then it had started to feel good. Afterward, Rex had shoved him to his knees to clean his cum and blood tinged cock before then hauling his dick back in to his pants and slapping Nickolai hard across the face. He'd practically carried Nicolai to his car a block away, pouring him into the back seat where he blacked out until he woke up here and now. * Then the slam hit and Nicolai's world changed. Three days later when he left Rex's place he'd be poz, a chem whore, and a faggot who would never again claim to be straight.

When I turned eighteen a group of my friends took me on a night out to Manchester's Canal Street, the big gay district of my closest city. I drank quite a lot, enjoyed the music and the dancing; especially grinding on the older guys which my friends all found hilarous. Whilst they laughed and I pretended to, I was getting so turned on that I knew I would be going home with an older man. On the way to another bar I lost my friends; I have no idea how, I think I went in ahead and straight to the bar whereas they went in and found a booth. I didn't see them again that night. As I ordered a drink, I overheard a couple talking. "Hide your tattoo, it will scare people off" "No, we should let them know anyway. I'm not stealthing again." I peered around to see the tattoo - on the wrist of one of the men; a biohazard sign. I tapped the nearest one to me on the shoulder and clumsily said. "Are you guys poz? What's that like?" He replied; "Come talk to us at our booth if you want. We need to sit down." And they wandered over to a set of booths manned by a security guy, a kind of VIP area I guess. My interest was piqued and I ordered my smirnoff ice and headed over. They waved me past the barrier and I sat down, next to Sam, he was 40 I guess, black hair, stocky build, definitely a lot hotter than his partner Andy, 45, bald, slim, still attractive and with the tattoo. They introduced themselves as a married couple who lived nearby, they had been together for five years and were both poz. I asked many daft questions about it and they were brutally honest; they said that the medicine that helped got in the way too much and that they didn't take any, meaning that they were very contagious. They were in town looking for a third to join them in a hotel room. "So you'll be using condoms then?" "No." "But they might catch it." "Some kids like that idea." They laughed to each other and I chuckled as well, to hide the fact that I was hard as a rock and confused as hell as to why I was so turned on. That ended the poz talk and we joked and danced for another hour or so until they said that they were going to head home. Sam just said to me "Come on." and I followed like a little lapdog to their hotel room. Once in the room, Andy stood behind me and felt my ass whilst Sam was in front of me. Both men showered me with kisses and I was in heaven, my shirt was pulled off and then I pulled Sam's pants down, exposing his hard cock, 7", perfect girth, totally shaved. "Suck it" Andy encouraged. I did as I was told, flicking my tongue about the head, slurping and sucking noisily as the two men kissed and whispered into each others ears. Andy knelt down behind me and undid my pants. He kissed my neck and said "Let's go to bed." Sam lay down on his back and I knelt between his legs sucking him, my bare ass in the air. As I noisily sucked and slurped, drool covering my chin and his balls, Sam smiled down at me and tenderly stroked my hair. Andy however aggressively began to rim my smooth hole. My cock was harder than it had ever been, Andy's tongue snaked deep into my tight ass and Sam's hard cock in my throat, I reached for my cock to jerk off. However, Andy grabbed my wrist and moved my hand away. "Ask permission boy." "C... can I jerk off?" I asked, kind of stunned. "That depends..." He stood up behind me and pressed against my ass. "Can I fuck your hole?" To be continued....

just left.. again lol. The prior post is from yesterday. He's versatile, loves and is very vocal when i give Him oral, and 3/4 of oral ends up being his ass over the last year. Fingered and sucked him and he tells me how much he loves it, so i fucked him for about 20 minutes. When i was married (to a woman) i trained myself not to cum till my partner does, plus, i really am bottom so fucking is something i'm doing because he likes it so much. Luckily, he cannot nut unless He's fucking, so even when i do manage to psych my cock into fucking, we end with Him breeding me. Also, fucking him really brings out the beast in Him, damn, He pummeled me, almost came a couple of times He was hitting the P-spot so hard. He's built like a brick house, so when He fucks hard, He's a force to recon with. my body finally went limp, no tension left anywhere in me and i'm full of His seed now.

I needed some random cock so I went to the Vault last Sunday. I got down by one of the glory holes and was presented with the first cock - I sucked on it for about 5 minutes but he withdrew without cumming. It was immediately replaced with another smaller cock. I took him deep and massaged his balls while I sucked him. Again he withdrew without cumming. Next I was presented with the most handsome cock - a thick uncut heavily veined shaft. The smell of his sweaty balls was intoxicating. I took him deep and sucked hard, giving him long deep strokes and teasing his helmet with my tongue. I wanted his load so I was determined to make him shoot. Finally I felt his balls tense and he shot a torrent of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. Fukkin beatiful thick load. After swallowing his load I hung around one of the play rooms. I wore a jockstrap so the men would know my arse was available to fuck. I felt a hand on my back as he pushed me forward and bent me over one of the barrels. He felt for my hole and without warning he forced his cock up my arse. He fucked me for about 10 minutes and shot his load. I felt it in my hole and running down my legs. He pulled out and left. As I was standing up I felt another hand on my shoulder and a voice said “get back down” I felt another thicker cock going up my sloppy hole. As he held my arms down while he fucked me I could see he was a black guy. That got me so fukkin horny cuz it’s been years since I was fucked by black dude. He fucked his load into me and it poured out my hole and down my legs. He pulled out and walked away. I got dressed and left. All the way home I felt the 2 loads soaking my jocks and the taste of the third load in my mouth.

Part 9 - The Finale I looked up at Aaron as James wrapped a band around Aaron's arm and tightened it. Joe handed James a syringe that was filled with a clear liquid. James held it up and pushed the plunger and pushed a small amount of liquid out. He moved over to Aaron and carefully inserted it into a vein in his arm. He pulled the plunger back until red started to appear in the syringe. He released the band and more red appeared. The syringe was removed from Aaron and was placed in front of my face. I stared at it. "This is it for you, my newly poz, son. The final step in your conversion. Once my AIDS blood goes into you, you will be mine forever." "Thank you, Sir. Convert me. Please make me yours." "Joe. Release his arm from his handcuffs. I want him to do this willingly." Joe grabbed a key and unlocked my arms. They were sore and stiff from being locked for so long. I brought them down to my side. James grabbed the band and tightened it around my left arm. He took the syringe from Aaron and carefully inserted it into my vein. "Push the plunger in, slut. Become mine." I carefully wrapped my hand around the syringe and looked at Aaron. He smiled at me. I turned my gaze back to the syringe and slowly pushed the plunger until all of the liquid disappeared. James released the band. As before, I started to feel the warmth overtaking me. James took the syringe from my hand and withdrew it from my arm. The warmth continued to overtake me and my need to cough became desperate. I started to float in the clouds. I lost track of my surroundings and time. At times, I thought I was being fucked. Other times, I don't think I was. At times, I thought I saw a large group of people around me. Other times, it seemed like there was only a couple of people in the room. When the clouds started to clear, I looked around. There was just one person left in the room. It was Aaron. "Looks like you are coming back to me. You had quite the ride in the clouds." "How long?" I struggled to get the words out. "We've been partying all night. It's 8am now. James and Joe headed home a while ago." The clouds continued to clear. A glass was handed to me. I started to sit up higher on the bed and drank the liquid down. "Yes son. Drink the juice. It will help you feel better. I am going to be here with you until you are good." "What else happened?" "Well. After that AIDS blood slam, the party continued. We invited several guys over. Some we knew. Some we found on the apps. Everyone got a bunch of loads last night. Some were poz. Some were probably neg. Who knows. I know both James and Joe took a few loads. Many went in you. Heck. Even I took a couple." My head was continuing to clear. "I'm going to have to check out today." "No problem. You have a few more hours. You should be fine by then. I put our numbers in your phone. You are part of our family now. If for some reason our seed doesn't take, we want you to come back and we will continue until you do convert. If you get the fuck flu, we want you to come back and we will have a ceremony and take care of you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, son. There is so much we want you to explore. Once you get the fuck flu, we will want to take you to the baths so you can breed some guys. Gotta spread our seed while it is extra potent. We also want you to be there when I get the extra drop added to my tattoo. We would also love for you to get a matching biohazard tattoo on your shoulder but there is no rush there." "I'd like that. Thank you, Sir. May I jump in the shower real quick?" "Of course, son. While you shower, I will go grab you some breakfast." I slowly climbed off the bed. I felt unsteady for a moment but quickly steadied myself. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. The water warmed quickly and I got in. The water felt good pouring over me. I lathered up my hands with soap and ran them over my body. I ran my soapy hands over my limp cock and worked back to my fuckhole. It was a little sore and felt looser. I finished lathering up and rinsed off. I stopped the shower and stepped out and dried off. I heard the room door open and close. I finished drying off and combed my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom. "I got you a breakfast sandwich and some more juice." "Thank you, Sir." I unwrapped the sandwich and gulped it down. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I drank the juice. I got an immediate boost from eating and drinking. "You feeling better now, son?" "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "If you are feeling better, you better start getting packed so you can check out." "Yes Sir. I should probably get heading home soon." "OK, son. I will leave you to it. The good news is that we used all of your party supplies so you don't need worry about crossing the border with it." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I got up and walked him to the door. I was starting to get extra emotional as we were about to part ways. He grabbed me and pulled me close and hugged me tightly. With that, he turned, opened the door and left. I felt an emptiness that I had never felt before. It was like a part of me had left. Sadly, I turned and started packing up. I knew I had to get out of there and make the long trip home. As I finished packing, my phone buzzed. "Hello son. I know you are sad but don't worry. Soon, you will be back here with your poz family. Have a safe trip and see you soon." I typed back a reply. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. I can't wait to be back with my maker and poz brothers." I smiled and finished packing. I headed down to check out and then make the long drive home. Before this weekend, I thought I knew my purpose but it had changed. My purpose now was to become part of my new poz family. The drive home was uneventful. I spent the rest of the day unpacking, doing stuff around the house and getting ready for work. The entire time, I was thinking about what I remembered from the weekend and hoping to repeat it. A few weeks later, I got very sick. I texted my poz family and told them I was sick. They told me to come to them. On Friday, I took off from work and drove to Toronto. While I was excited to see my poz family, I was also exhausted from being sick. I parked in a garage and headed into his apartment complex. I rang the buzzer and headed up. When I got to his door, Aaron opened it and let me in. He had a huge smile on his face. "Come in, son. Time to take care of you." He showed me in and led me to a small bedroom. "Strip and get into bed." I struggled but pulled my clothes off and slipped into bed. Aaron got in next to me and hugged me. "You are being reborn, son. Soon, you will be free." I dozed off to sleep in his arms. A few hours later, I woke up to find myself alone in bed. Moments later, Aaron came into the room carrying a tray with a bowl on it. "Glad you are awake, son. I have some soup for you. It will help you feel better." I sat up in bed and he placed the tray down. I slowly ate the soup. It was tough for me to eat but it tasted very good. "I know it is tough to eat and you aren't feeling good but we really want to take you out to spread our seed." "Yes Sir." I continued to eat slowly and felt a bit better with each bite. After I finished, I slid out of bed and grabbed my tray. I carried it out to the kitchen where I found Aaron. "Let me take that from you. You didn't need to get out of bed." I handed him my tray and sat on a stool. "Thank you, Sir. That was very good soup. It is already making me feel better." "That's good, son. I am glad you liked it. Take these. They are Tylenol. They should help." I took the pills and swallowed them with a glass of water. There was a knock at the door. "They're here, son. Think you can let them in?" "Yes Sir." I got up and walked over to the door. I opened it and saw Joe and James. They had big smiles on their faces. James exclaimed, "HEY! Glad you are here." He burst into the room and hugged me tightly. As soon as he released me, Joe pulled me into a tight hug. He released me and both headed over toward the kitchen. They both hugged Aaron. "How are you feeling, Greg?" "I'm struggling but I am ok." "That's good. Your seed is extra potent right now. We need to get you out there and spreading it." "I will be fine. I am excited to spread your seed." "Good. Do you feel up to showering?" "Yes Sir." "OK. Good. Let me show you the way." Aaron and I walked down the hall to the bathroom. "Here is the bathroom. You will see that there is a douching station in the shower. Please be clean inside and out. Hopefully, you can get a few more strains today as well." "Yes Sir." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I got undressed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and got underneath. It felt good. I grabbed the douching kit and inserted it. After thoroughly douching, I finished showering. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I stepped out of the bathroom, went into the bedroom and got into a jock and some comfortable clothes. I walked back out to the living room. "There he is. Feel better?" "Yep. The shower helped. It feels good to be all clean inside and out." "Good. Ready to go?" "Yes Sir." "Good. James, can you get us an Uber so we can go?" "Sure thing." "Good. Greg. Here are the rules. We are going to go around together. When we find a good candidate, we are going to want you to breed them. Do you want a Viagra?" "Sure. It should help." "OK. Also, drop your pants. I want to fit you with a cock ring." I pulled my pants down and Aaron returned with several cock rings in different sizes. I fit each one around until one seemed just the right size. "That looks good. Take if off for now." I pulled it off and took the Viagra pill that James offered me and swallowed it along with some water. I pulled my pants back up. "Uber is here. Let's go." With that, we headed down to catch a ride. We made idle conversation on our ride. After a little bit, we arrived in front of Steamworks. We checked in and I wandered to find my room while my poz family got changed in their lockers. After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and Aaron was there. "The guys are wandering the halls looking for a candidate. You ready?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Let's go." With that, I grabbed the key and we wandered around. After checking out the darkroom and several hallways, we stopped at an open door. Inside, James and Joe were on each side of a young twink. They were running their hands all over him, grabbing his butt, rubbing his chest, and pinching his nipples. Aaron and I stood in the doorway enjoying the view. Joe put his hands on the twink's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees in front of him. The bottom looked scared with Joe's hard cock just inches away from his face. "Go ahead boy. What are you waiting for? Suck my cock." The twink tentatively wrapped his hand around Joe's cock and moved closer. He opened his mouth and slowly brought Joe's hard cock into his mouth. He managed to only get the head into his mouth. "First time, boy?" The twink pulled the cock out of his mouth and said "Yeah. I've never been with a guy before." A smile crept across Joe's face. "Great. Glad we found you. We will break you in and show you your true purpose. We brought one of our friends with us tonight. It's his first time too. Maybe he can be the first to fuck you." Joe motioned for me to come in and I stepped into the room with Aaron following close behind. The twink looked over at me with a worried look. I pulled my jock off and stepped closer. My cock was already hard. The twink tentatively opened his mouth again and licked the head of my cock. It was obvious that he did not know what he was doing. Joe asked "Are you ready to get fucked boy?" The twink pulled back and nodded. "Good. Get up on the bed in doggie." The twink got in position on the bed. I climbed on the bed behind him. The twink grabbed a condom and handed it back to me. "You won't need the condom, boy. Like I said, it's Greg's first time too. That's why we are here." "You sure?" "Of course. Believe me. It will be more memorable without." "OK." With that, I got close to the bottom. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. I rubbed my hard cock through his crack and paused when I got to his tight fuckhole. James produced a bottle of poppers and held it in front of the boy. "Inhale boy. It will make it go easier." The boy breathed in through his nose. "Again and hold it." He sniffed again and held it. At that moment, I slowly pushed in. The boy was very tight but I took it slow. "You're doing good boy. Keep inhaling." His tight fuckhole relaxed and I continued to push in until I was fully inside him. I held still for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. I slowly withdrew until just the head was inside and then slowly pushed in again. I pulled back again and pushed in again. I heard the twink moan and felt his hole squeeze my cock. My cock spasmed. I started to slowly fuck the boy. With every thrust, the boy moaned and I felt his hole grab my cock. I grabbed his hips and started to pick up the pace. I knew it wouldn't be long. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Then, I heard him. It was Aaron. "Do it, son. Breed him. Give him your toxic poz load." I pushed hard and my cock started to spasm. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I felt my toxic load filling the boy. Then, I felt it. His fuckhole grabbed my cock hard. Milking more of my toxic cum out of me. "Look at that. He's a natural bottom. Cumming his first time that he got fucked." I slowly pulled out and Aaron took my place. He pushed into the boy in one motion until he was fully inside. The boy started to object but I moved up next to him and whispered in his ear. "It's fine, boy. It's too late for you." I smiled. I had come full circle.

The cock I was riding eventually thickened and the guy blew his poz load into me. On autopilot, I dismounted and looked around for my next target, before heading over to one of the guys who seemed to be particularly ready again. I turned round and squatted towards his lap, allowed him to press his cock against my hole, and then lowered myself onto its entire length. I immediately began to bounce up and down on the member inside me, looking at the other guys watching the show while trying to get Bailey out of my mind. What the fuck was happening? Why was I suddenly so fixated on him? Sure, when Bailey and I were alone, the sex was really tender and involved a lot of kissing. He liked really long sessions, and particularly liked having me on my back with my legs wrapped around him, his eyes locked on mine as he gently fucked me. I had noticed he also liked me to come over and snog him when we were with others and he had decided to give up his arse. As I rode that toxic cock I realised I hadn’t ever seen him kissing anyone else, and during the work to do up our house, he had slept with me most nights until the bedrooms were all habitable. Whenever we had more than a quick bend-over-and-breed session, he slept in my bed with me. Shit. He was into me, and now I realised I felt the same. Fuck. I was here taking a second night of high-viral loads, and had just realised I had a potential boyfriend back at home. Yet, wasn’t this what I wanted to be doing? Yes, it was. Would I want to just be having pretty vanilla sex, even with a partner? Probably not. So what was I to do? Well, I was seeing this through and getting myself pozzed, that was for sure. Maybe I would just have to convert, see what the doctors said about meds, and then have a conversation with Bailey. Or…. He was one of those types who mostly topped, but once he had allowed one of the guys into his hole, he became a completely insatiable cumdump for the night. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to be used, but he suppressed it a bit rather than just embracing it in the way I did so openly. Maybe, with the right build-up, he would give himself over to it with Omar and his friends? My plotting was disrupted by the guy in me starting to thrust up to meet my bounces, and soon another toxic load was being pumped into me. When I dismounted this time, however, I did not choose another man to climb on, but instead made my way over to the fuck bench and climbed on. I wasn’t strapped down like I had been at Harry and Sid’s, instead just willingly positioning myself for anyone who was ready to fuck me. I didn’t look back at who was in me each time, instead just staring at the floor while I took multiple poz breedings and otherwise thought about what it might take to get Bailey in this room with me. Thoughts about bringing everyone along were on hold, with my focus being the guy I thought there could be something more with. After this next round of breeding, tiredness seemed to sweep the room and a lot of the guys drifted off to sleep sitting on the sofa. I wasn’t feeling like sleeping though, so I got a dressing gown out of the tall cabinet in the corner of the room, poured myself a glass of champagne, found a packet of cigarettes, and then headed outside. The air was chilly, but I wrapped myself up and sat down on a bench that seemed to be sheltered from the little breeze there was. I lit up a cigarette, and then slid down a little so I could put my head back against the wall behind me and look up the stars. Thoughts returned to Bailey, but I just allowed them to run. I did think about what he would do if he found himself here, whether he would run, or whether he would get down and dirty. I thought about what he was going to say when or if I told him about what I had been up to, and what it meant. I thought about one night we had spent together, when we had fucked a little but talked a lot, sleeping wrapped up together in bursts between the sex and the conversations. How was I only now seeing all this? I was out there for a while before Harry appeared next to me and sat down. “Are you OK son?” he asked. “Yeah” I replied. “Just thinking.” “You know” he said, “if you’re starting to regret this then you may still be able to get some PEP and be OK.” “No, it’s not that” I said. “I want this.” “So?” Harry asked. “I have a good ear if you want to talk.” I remained silent for a bit, before opening up to him about where my head suddenly was with Bailey. I was a bit all over the place, talking about Omar and Jeff, Harry and Sid, and my utter confusion at this being the time and place when I suddenly realised how I felt. I confessed my dread at telling Bailey about what I had been doing, what I was intending to keep doing, but how I also had this sinking feeling that I had to talk to him about it as part of having a conversation about the feelings we might have for each other. I barely gathered thoughts before I vocalised them, until I was all talked out and came to a stop. “You know” said Harry, after a while, “you getting pozzed up need not be a blocker to having something with this boy, even if he has no interest in following suit.” “I know” I replied, “or at least in principle I do. But what about what that guy said earlier about all the strains, the chances of PrEP and meds not working, and all that?” “That was just Jim being Jim” Harry said, smiling at me. “Yeah, we’re a bunch of toxic old fuckers, but we’ve all been on meds in the past without any issue, we’ve had boys on PrEP here who have not been taken down, and I think things are far enough advanced now that they will always find a cocktail that works.” “Oh” I said. “Well, maybe that’s something then.” “But, you will have to think about what you want, as I’m not sure a new relationship for guys as young as you will survive you heading out every night for anonymous cock” said Harry. “If you want to be with this boy then you may need to commit to him until such a time as you’re both in a place where you trust one another and can just enjoy life knowing you have each other.” “But what about the other guys in the house?” I asked. “I can’t see us just giving up all of that.” “Thats different” said Harry. “You’re both part of it already, you both know and love those guys, and if you find a relationship in that environment then it will I think be implicit that you’re both still part of the wider group. If anything, pulling away from all that might do more harm than good, given the bond you have with everyone.” “I suppose” I said. “Carrying on your shenanigans in public toilets, or parks, or wherever, is going to make the boy feel he is not enough for you” Harry said, “particularly with the services of all the other guys available.” “But what if he’s not?” I asked. “What if I need all that?” “Then you probably shouldn’t do anything even though you suspect there’s something there between you both” Harry said. “Leaving it alone will be a lot less painful for him than breaking his heart.” We sat in silence for a bit, before Harry tapped my leg a couple of times and then got up. “I’ll leave you for a bit” he said, “but when you’re ready, some of the guys are starting to stir and I know there’s a plan to DP you at some point.” He went back inside, and I went back into my thoughts. He was right, of course. What I realised had been coming from Bailey was a desire to be especially close with me, beyond what else went on in the house. He, I suspected, wanted to know he could curl up with me every night, and that there would be plenty of nights when it was just the two of us. But there’s no way he would handle me needing to go out and get fucked by anyone and everyone who happened along to wherever I had bent over and opened my hole. I wasn’t sure any potential relationship would even survive me coming clean about my anonymous antics along with the journey I had now embarked on with Harry, Sid and the other men, but I knew for sure it wouldn’t survive me continuing with any of that. Bailey had to be enough for me, and that was that. Only if he was actually into the idea of joining me for all this would there be any hope, and that would take some time. I had no answer for what I wanted, feeling conflicted between my heart suddenly trying to be part of my decision-making over just my arse, so decided to continue doing what I had come here for and deal with all that later. I got up from the bench, necked the last of my champagne, took a final puff on my cigarette, and then went back inside. Sure enough, in no time at all I was straddling on guy who was lying on his back on a mat, while another pushed his cock into my rear end as well. I was loose and sloppy enough by then to adjust fairly quickly to the double-stuffing, and then once comfy and starting to bounce a little to meet the thrusts of the guy kneeling behind me, I opened my mouth to welcome in a third cock. My head was a mess, soon my arse would be as well, but for now I was doing what I did best as I continued in my quest to become a toxic jock cumdump. All of the men there were, at some point, buried inside me alongside someone else. At all times I also had another down my throat, whether to get the man into the mood or to clean him off after breeding me. This overabundance of simultaneous cock seemed to be just what I needed to temporarily purge thoughts of Bailey from my mind, giving me back my cumslut mojo. I moaned and groaned, begged the guys to breed and poz me, and bounced as much as I could to get each pair of dual cocks as deep into me as possible. I willingly went down on all fours a few times to allow guys to push their hands into my gaping hole, feeling them nick my insides occasionally as they did their best to make sure I left absolutely riddled with the virus. When they were all done, I happily allowed one of them to push a huge buttplug into me. “Son” said Sid, helping me to my feet, “I think we’re all fucked out.” “You have so many toxic loads in you” said another guy, slapping me on my back. “It’s only a matter of time now.” “I hope so” I said, grinning. With that, the men began to disperse. Most were headed home, though at least three of them made a beeline for the house to sleep in spare bedrooms or on the sofa. Harry, Sid and I also went back to the house to get dressed again, before Harry went upstairs. Shortly after he came back down with Omar, who had not re-joined the party since my moment with Jeff. When he got down to the hallway he didn’t say anything, but just threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. Then he was gone again, and the three of us left. They drove me back to theirs, and I joined them in their bed to sleep for what remained of the night. The next morning they both fucked one more load into me as I lay on my front, and then I showered and left. I had to stand on my pedals most of the way back as the bike’s seat was not a comfortable experience, and when I got home I slid into the house as quietly as I could and went straight to bed. No doubt Bailey was going to be on my mind when I woke up again, but for now I was exhausted, well bred, probably pozzed, and in dire need of sleep. To be continued

PRE: When government and world systems collapsed it was every man for himself. cities fell into ruin and war and rioting broke out. Civilization as it once was became no more. Now there are only the few- those who somehow managed to survive. Who live in the decaying ruins of what was once great cities. The Uber-wealthy live in the sphere, a protected dome of wealth and opulence where they want for nothing. For identification, the wealthy have a bar code on their wrist. ONE: He woke with a jolt. Immediately taking in his surroundings he realized he was still here. Still where he had been the past three days. The days ago he had woken up in this dingy room, lined with junk and had no memory. No memory of where he was, how he'd got there and most frighteningly of who he was. He had some kind of barcode on his wrist, he knew that. However, he had no idea what it meant. He clung to the hope that if he could find some way to get the barcode scanned he could be Identified- that somehow he could be helped. He'd spent most of the past few days like a rat in its hole, too scared to venture out. Scared of what he'd find. But now- he'd run out of the Liquid and food rations that had been in a pack at his side. He'd have to be brave. So he left the room. He moved through the city, passing by others who were as dirty and disheveled as he. Some looked violent, some looked lost. It all seemed foreign to him. He had no idea what he was going to do, how he was going to make it. How would he get by, eat, sleep, anything? "Hey, you- come in here. You'll like it here." A young woman beckoned to him. She was clean in this dirty wasteland. She stood in front of a warehouse building a sign read OASIS. "I don't have money" He said. She giggled in response, taking one of her many golden bangles from her wrist and placing it on his with a wink. "Go in to the bar- show them this and tell them Talia sent you, they'll take care of you." "But I-" "Don't you want to eat and drink? You'll like it here. Go!" She pushed him towards the door. The harsh summer sun fell away to a darkened nightclub. music blaring and lights blasting, seemingly unaware of the time of day. Bodies writhed danced against one another. it was packed. Everyone seemed to be in an altered state- unaware of their reality and blissed out, euphorically touching one another. He slowly weaved through the crowed to the bar. A bulky man stood behind it "What do you want?" "I- Um. Talia sent me?" he said, presenting the golden bangle. The barkeep smiled and went to a black leather door that stood by the door. He knocked three times and a slot opened at eye level. The barkeep held up the bangle. "Talia sent a new boy for Lucien" The slot closed. The barkeep tossed the bangle back to the confused boy then went back to wiping the bar down. The boy put the bangle on his wrist. Then the door crashed open and before he could look up to see who was coming a hood went over his head and gruff arms were grabbing him. A pinch to the neck- a shot. "What the hell?" He was out before they dragged him through the door. Lucien's thugs deposited the boy at his feet in his office. "Well, well, well. What have we here?" Lucien queried rhetorically as his men departed. Lucien made not of the boys clothes, dirty but new. not the rags he was used to seeing. They were OW. He wasn't from around here. "He's a beauty." Lucien noticed a bar code on his wrist. He got his illegally obtained scanner and scanned it. "The son of Paule V Rit?! Here in my little den of inequity?" He considered what his plan would be as he spoke to the unconscious boy before him. They are searching for you. I wonder what happens if they never find you. I was going to just make you into a go-go boy here. but no, you are too pretty and too high a prize for that. You are going to be my personal slave. Yes, I think that's what best fits this prince of the over world. To learn to be submissive little pig slut for his master." Luciens smirk grew into a grin on his handsome face as he began to weave the way he would ruin this boy. * He woke up. This time he was not in the same dingy room of the past three days. this time he woke up to a darker room. He was laying along one wall on a concrete slab. The room itself was more cell than room. It was only about 6x6 with no doors or windows. on the ceiling was a hatch. He was naked except for a black leather jockstrap, a collar and a gold bangle on his wrist. His wrist, had a black band tattooed around it where the barcode had been. Whatever information that barcode had held was now void to him. Where the fuck was he and what had he gotten himself into? Then there was a voice. "There is a bottle under your bed. You have 30 seconds to drink it down. DRINK." END PART ONE

Just got home from having the hottest experience. A beautiful Scottish guy from afar that I've been chatting filth to for months turned up in my city and the club night I was at randomly. As soon as we met in person the energy was electric and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. He was in full leathers and I was in slut fetish wear (harness, cockcage, jockstrap etc). When I finally got his cock out it was so thick and I enjoyed nearly making myself gag on it, he needed to be inside my ass though so we headed to the dark room which was just a filthy toilet with the lights off. Taking me into a cubicle I got on my knees, feeling the wetness of the piss soaked floor and prepared his cock some more for my hole. He started fucking me over a urinal, pounding away while holding poppers under my nose to get me loosened up. It felt so good being drunk and spun and getting fucked by a big cock. Then he just says to me matter-of-factly "I need to piss" I tell him that's fine with me and he says "when I've filled you up I want to eat you out and you to squirt that piss into my face". We stop fucking and he takes a moment and then I feel the warm sensation of him emptying his bladder inside my guts, pissing inside me for what feels like ages. I was so horny because of how obviously turned on he was by it. Then he started fucking me again, pounding me best he could while I tried to keep it all inside as my hole got sloppier and looser. When he eventually pulled out I immediately turned round to suck his cock and lick any cum or piss off before he locked his mouth onto my ass, sliding his tongue into me and making me start squeezing out, pushing all his warm piss into his mouth. It felt like so much and even in the dark I could feel he was in pisspig heaven. Once I finally felt emptied he stood up and we got back to making out, me tasting the piss on his lips, as he started slipping his fingers into me to stretch my hole out more, getting fisted by him would have been the perfect ending but we didn't have the lube so after getting stretched a little we returned to the bar and got back to making out. This scenario was a fantasy of his that he's told me about a few times so it was so hot to just make it happen almost automatically upon meeting. Can't wait to have a full session with his where we can get to fisting and pissplay all day 🥵😈

So satisfied from today. I've been locked in chastity all week and my horniness got the better of me with me begging a master to meet me in the local cruising bar to fuck and breed me before I had to go meet friends. Turns the cruising bar didn't open until much later so we had to improvise, going to another bar that I thought would be quieter. After a drink I led him upstairs to the gents and locked us into the cubicle, quickly stripping down to my jock and cockcage and begging him to pound my desperate hole while lubing up his cock with my mouth. It wasn't long until he was balls deep in me, pushing my face up against the cold tiled wall and whispering in my ear, telling me what a desperate cumdump faggot I was. So satisfied from today. I've been locked in chastity all week and my horniness got the better of me with me begging a master to meet me in the local cruising bar to fuck and breed me before I had to go meet friends for the rest of the night. Turns out the cruising bar didn't open until much later so we had to improvise, going to a standard bar that I thought would be quieter. After a drink I led him upstairs to the gents and locked us into the cubicle, quickly stripping down to my jock and cockcage and begging him to pound my desperate hole while lubing up his cock with my mouth. It wasn't long until he was balls deep in me, pushing my face up against the cold tiled wall and whispering in my ear, telling me what a desperate cumdump faggot I was. After a few minutes of fucking without anyone else coming in and discovering us he got a bit braver and stopped whispering and just outright telling me what a faggot I was and how wrecked he was gonna leave my cunt, making me beg for him to breed me and shoving poppers under my nose and forcing me to take deep hits until I was just a quivering mess shoved up against the wall as he slammed in and out of my hole, all while I begged him to cum in me and telling him what a pathetic cumwhore I was. As we continued uninterrupted the motion sensor for the lights in the bathroom hadn't been triggered and we were suddenly plunged into darkness while he continued to trash my cunt and got more and more intense with his hot verbal. When he finally shot his load inside me I was practically crying out for him to breed me without any care for who heard or if anyone came in, I could feel every squirt of his inside me and it must have been a good few days worth. I made him stay inside me for a few moments after to make sure that I got every last drop of his alpha seed inside me before cleaning off his cock and pulling my jeans back up, satisfied in being a good cumslut for a hot alpha dom. I love how wild we managed to be in what was pretty much a public space where anyone could walk in on us and it was so hot and satisfying to go on the rest of the night full of cum, I have a feeling he might want to do this sort of meet again soon 😈💦💦💦

I love reading these. From uncles to neighbors, to classmates, just seems even boys understand they know they want cock from early on. My first experience I can recall was with an older cousin, that dick was perfect.

I love to see how long I can hold a load inside my body. The thought of it churning inside my bowels and being absorbed by my body makes me feral for more semen and getting bred again.

Stopped of yesterday at cruising layby and it was empty. I was just about to leave when some cars and a truck arrived. I took a walk into the woods, dropped my joggers hood up and bent over ready to see if anything happened. I heard car doors shut so was hopeful. I didn’t hear any footsteps but suddenly a hard cock was thrust in my ass. The guy was Eastern European by his accent as he became verbal calling me a dirty slut and a whore, how he was gonna breed me deep. I stayed silent and just took it as he got rougher and rougher. I felt the swell and he exploded deep in me . Then heard the “my turn” as he slid out and another slid in. He was not verbal and very quiet. His cock was bigger and longer pushing the cum deep, don’t take him long till he cum. No words just an ass slap as he walked away. I waited till I heard vehicles leave so I never got to see who they were.

The words stung me back to reality. What was I doing? I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at him. He nodded, trying to encourage me. I shook my head and blushed. He smiled, I swear he had the sweetest smile I've ever seen. "Just fingers on his hole Andy." "Really?" "Yeah." "What the fuck is the point then?" Andy asked, then stormed off. Sam, of course, followed him and I was left in the room, naked, drool on my chin. I caught a glance in the wardrobe's mirror and looked away. I felt like shit. I tried not to listen as the couple argued in another room. Slowly the arguing stopped. I put my trousers on and waited to be summoned, hoping that they wouldn't be arguing because of me for too long. After some time, the door opened and Sam stepped in. He told me that this was the spare room anyway and I should spend the night. Andy had work in the morning anyway. I apologised, almost crying and Sam sat next to me, he put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry lad, it's a big step. Go to sleep and you can just leave in the morning." As Sam left I pretty much just lay down and went to sleep until I was stirred by a door closing. I sat bolt upright and looked around; gorgeous apartment, feeling fresh, for a brief moment everything seemed perfect. Then I remembered everything and must have audibly cringed as Sam soon entered the bedroom. "Looking good." He said. "Thanks. Look, I'm so sorry about last night." "To be honest, it was kind of ridiculous. I'm glad you're apologising, that is sweet of you. I didn't even get to cum!" I laughed. Sam leaned in and whispered that "We have all day now." and I sat naively stunned as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pyjama pants. "Now suck my fucking cock" His grip on my neck was strong so I didn't have a choice; I took the length of his poison cock into my mouth. A fact which he reminded me of over and over again as I sucked his hard dick. Now sober, I was a lot more fearful of his cock, however this worked only to turn me on more and make me suck him more eagerly. I fell to the floor and yanked his trousers off, desperately snaking my tongue around his cockhead, tasting his toxic precum. "I'm so glad you chickened out last night. Means I get your ass all to myself right now." I ignored this and kept sucking, half hoping to make him cum quickly and half wanting to see what would happen if he didn't. "I knew I wanted you as soon as I saw you dancing. Just you alone. You can be my special boy." I'm ashamed to say that this gave me butterflies in my stomach; Sam was definitely the better catch out of the two of them and to have this handsome older man want to risk his marriage to get with me had me swelling with pride. He pulled me off his cock and kissed me, we collapsed onto the bed together, a writhing, sweaty mess of lust, clamoring at each other desperately. He kissed his way down my body to my small cock, which he avoided, and kissed and slurped down to my ass. "Get me wet Daddy" As his slimy tongue pressed against my hole I moaned loudly, telling him how much I loved it. He stopped soon after and from under the bed produced a squirty bottle of lube, he covered my hole in it and then offered it to me. I perched myself on the end of the bed and applied it to his cock. Maintaining eye contact with him at all times in an effort to appear calm. In reality I was terrified. Again though, I was more turned on than I had ever been. I moved around and positioned myself for him to take me doggy style. "Tell me you want it." "I want your poz cock." "How?" "Hard." He chuckled. "How?" "Oh.. bare, raw, fuck your cum into me." He smiled and shoved his length into me in one go, I cried out in pain and lust, he ignored me and set his own pace, fast, slow, shallow, deep, he did everything he could get himself off in record time and before I had chance to enjoy the fuck, he shot his load deep inside my cunt. We panted together for a moment until he awkwardly guided me to lie on the bed, he spooned me, the whole time his cock never came out of my hole. "That was errr...." "Quick? I know. I want to load you up as many time as possible." A sinking feeling took over my stomach as I realised what I had done, I wanted to run, scream, cry, but instead I nestled myself back as he wrapped his strong arm around me and I thought about the next time he would be cumming in my hole.

One of the hottest things for me as a fistpig is just realising how easily I can take a fist after years of training and working up to it. I've had two hot hookups lately and both times I surprised myself with how easy it was. The first was bumping into a regular fuckbuddy in a bar when I was locked, horny, and already a bit drunk. He starts coming onto me and tells me he's got fisting lube in his bag. So I drag him to the filthy piss-soaked toilets and tell him to fist me so he does. I pull down my jeans and take some heavy hits of the poppers I keep in my pocket, and he lubes up his hand and starts to work it inside me. This was what was so hot, there was no warm up or fucking to start, I hadn't had any kind of action earlier, just my first penetration of the day and it was a full fist sliding into me in a dirty bathroom cubicle. He had big hands too so it felt amazing feeling my hole just give way as he slid his whole fist and wrist up inside. Once he was in there he felt his way around, and I was just in heaven. I could hear people moving around outside the cubicle and here's me with a full hand up inside my guts. It wasn't long until he started punching me out, pulling out until my hole almost closed and then punching his hand back in. I lost control a bit, becoming very verbal and moany, begging him to destroy my cunt. I don't even think he got his cock out, his only focus was his hand inside me and his other wrapped round my waist making sure I didn't go anywhere except onto it. It wasn't long until I came from the insane pleasure on my prostate, squirting through my cock cage and into my jockstrap, but he kept going afterwards, making sure I felt the full wave of pleasure from having my hole trashed. It was really hot as afterwards he just pulled out and we went back to the bar. I don't even think he washed his hand although I felt embarrassed as my jeans were soaked in lube when I pulled them back up. The second meet was equally hot. Some twink begs to come round and fuck me anon, sends me a pic of his big twink dick and I agree. I give him the address, unlock the door, and wait on all fours blindfolded with poppers in my hand and a vat of lube on the side. He comes in, undresses a bit, fingers some of the lube into my hole and then slams his cock in there to the balls and starts fucking me. He must be like 8" but to my well used hole it doesn't feel like much but he keeps fucking me for what feels like 20 minutes and still hasn't cum. So I ask him if he'll jerk off in me and he's thankfully totally into it, sliding his hand into the lube and then slowly fisting my hole. Soon he's got his dick in there too and is stroking it off inside me, each stroke giving me waves of pleasure. Eventually he shoots his load although neither of us really notice as it was so intense. And then he moves onto doubles, sliding both his lubed up hands into me and it's fucking incredible. I'm just a pile of goo on the bed at this point. I don't cum from it but totally love every moment. Even though I'm blindfolded I pick up my phone and get a video of it by pointing it in the general direction. Turns out its a really good vid showing those hands moving inside me.

Part 1 John had always tried to be a good boy, taking every precaution he could to stay safe and healthy. Most days, he was like a saint, living a mostly sexless solo life in his 20s and 30s. Still, every now and then, he couldn’t resist the lure of being a cum-hungry bottom for daddies and bears. He stopped using condoms in his teens and accepted that he would surely become poz someday. After all, he had taken loads from dozens of men, some complete strangers, and never asked about status. He figured that was just the price to pay. Somehow, he remained HIV negative and never caught an STD. The news came as a surprise to him when he was finally tested in his mid-30s. John realized he made it through unscathed. With the rise of Prep, he felt like his days of worrying about AIDS were long gone. And then he pigged out a little too much one day and that all changed. After a few years on Prep, sex just wasn’t the same without the thrill of knowing this could be the fuck that would make him poz. That thought made him instantly hard, each and every time. He tried to compensate for this change by intentionally seeking out poz Daddies for occasional breedings. A neg cock just wouldn’t cut it anymore, and he needed to know he was giving it up to a proud poz man. Soon, though, that wasn’t enough either. He felt like he was playing it too safe. He needed some risk again, but he didn’t want to actually be pozzed. So he decided he’d skip doses of Prep for a few days at a time. Then, he took a two-week break before he resumed the once-daily preventative. Feeling a hot leather daddy he brought home from the bar in a drunken stupor explode inside him made him wild with lust, and he begged this stranger to knock him up three more times that night before he sent him home in the early morning. He took his Prep again, and tested negative a month later. John was relieved, but part of him was disappointed. He didn’t realize this conflicted feeling would lead to his life-changing experience just a few months later.

I love that song .... always thought of it as a goal to attain, rather than something that should already exist, but doesn't yet.. Even the key, (plain-jane old C major) is evocative of the almost impossibility of attaining what the song represents. *I don't think the world has recognized the enormity of his talents yet. (rhetorical answer) Yep. Attended another one earlier this afternoon. Started out with about 150 people, a month+ ago. Today, it was not quite 900. I should state that this County (Broward) is the most reliably Democratic in the State of FL. When the Republican members of the House won't even attend the normal, long, loooong standing "town hall" meetings with their constituents, and the Democratic office-holders in the area attend instead, there's nothing "normal" afoot at all. More, it's happening in every State in the Union. The R's don't even have enough backbone to meet with the residents of their districts. More, this is happening nation wide, daily, not just here and there. The local republican office-holders don't even have the balls to face their own constituents !!!

There is something magical in seeing that load - you know the breeding has taken place. But right after? Nah….let it marinate, remain in one’s guts…someone worked to get his male essence there… least anyone can do is to let that stay for a while.

I love cheaters. Especially the ones that cheat on their female partners.

I've lost track of the number of postings on Grindr/Scruff/other platforms where the guy says that his sexual health strategy is PrEP and "Treatment as Prevention."

That mount was the fucking hottest for me. As a bronc, the night started slow - think my fuck table was too crowded and only one Cowboy gutted me so i left and went out the tent. Taking off my blindfold, i start peacocking and parading around all slut like (theres a lot of hole in that tent to pick from). 20 minutes later, I'm getting bred over and over. Some stud leans over after using my cunt and asks me to try a sling later. An hour later, in a sling, same dude finds me and starts riding like hell, then stops to tell me he brought three friends with him - and spent the next hour taking turns and seeding my cunt. A couple others jumped in when they left before my hole was busted and i had to leave. While cleaning up and dressing, a couple fingers get shooved up my hole and i get asked why I'm going. My buddies and i aint finished. I turn around and see the dudes face for the first time - 50ish stud sporting a beard and a PA. Ended up spending another 3 hours in their room at CCBC, being used, owned, pushed around, pissed on and in and total degraded. This cunt never felt so worthless and so worthy at the same time. I onky hope they are there again at this weekends event

They wanna be edgy…there ain’t nothing so ‘exciting’ as condom-free fucking -,oh, we are being very naughty…. I mean, everyone has the right to be afraid of being HIV+. But don’t then come back and block us when we point your bs out about the obvious inconsistency of wanting to bareback and remain free of the virus.

Chapter 7 For the past month Jason and Brad has been fucking almost every other day. Jason has open to the role of being a sub bottom more but there are days the two of them will reverse their roles. Brad has also come clean about the rush Jason felt. Jason surprisingly was even more curious about it. However, he is still very conservative about it because he didn't want it to get in the way of his performance on the volleyball court. Just when Luke was wondering why Jason never came back to him Brad revealed to him that they were classmates so he's been satisfying Jason's lust. The conversation gave Luke an idea so one Friday after he called Jason into his office. Jason got hit in the face pretty hard at practice a few days ago and had a headache. He thought that's why he was being sent to the trainer's room because he was diagnosed with a mild concussion and hasn't been cleared to return to the court. Jason arrived wearing a white athletic shirt and red shorts that could barely contain his bulge underneath it. Truth be told, when Jason was on his way to trainer's room, the image of Luke's mature man hole got him aroused but he did his best to keep it contained but at the same time some part of him was hoping that he'd get to fuck Luke again. When he arrived, Luke could clearly tell that Jason had on a pair of jocks underneath his shorts because he could see the outline of it. He ignored what he saw and acted professional and checked in on Jason. After running some tests, Luke said “I think you are all clear to return to court….” Jason was excited to hear that then Luke continued and said “however, there's something else that might be a problem" Jason looked confused and asked “hmmm…what is it?" Luke said “do you remember the piss test you did a few days ago? It came back positive for some illegal substance use" Jason's heart sank. He completely forgot about the piss test because the day he did the test, he had a head splitting headache. He had no idea it was all a part of Luke's plan. In his panic state, he started begging Luke not to report him and that it was only a one time thing. He said he'll do anything and ask Luke to please not to report him. Luke asked "anything?” With a grin on his face but his back was facing Jason so Jason didn't see his facial expression. Then Luke said “well….how about this. I just got new furniture and I received a notification saying that it is delivered but the whole thing is quite heavy and I think I'll need some help assembling it. I like you so if you can give me a hand with my new furniture. I'll let this one slide. I'm about to head home now. Can you come help me?" Jason responded “yes of course" he was both relieved that Luke wouldn't report his test result to his coach and at the same time he was excited because of what happened the last time he went to Luke's apartment. He got in his car and followed Luke back to his condo. When they got to Luke's door, there was a giant box that was sitting right outside. They pulled the box in together and started assembling it. It's a black padded bench. Jason thought it must has something to do with athletic training and didn't ask any questions. When they were done, Luke offered Jason a glass of water, just pure water this time because Luke suspected Brad may have introduced him to G so there's no point in putting it in his drink. Luke came back into the living room and opened up a small delivery box and pulled out a couple poppers and two silver aerosol cans. “What are those?" Jason asked “These? They are poppers…sort of" Luke responded “They look different from normal poppers" Jason said “They feel different too. Wanna try it?" Luke asked “Um….sure” Jason hesitated for a second but he thought maybe he'd get to fuck Luke again if he go along with it "Let me go grab a small rag” Luke said while Jason sat back on an accent chair and checked his phone. Out of nowhere Luke's arms came from behind and he said " so here's how you do this’ Jason could smell Luke's cologne from his arms and it felt like Luke was super close to him and was breathing down his neck when he spoke. Holding onto a folder rag, Luke spray the can onto the rag for a good 5-6 seconds. Jason could see where the spray was but smelled nothing. He leaned in to press his nose into it but Luke says “oh no. Not with this. Open up your mouth" then Luke shoved the rag into Jason's mouth as deep as he could. He made sure all of the area he spayed is in Jason's mouth then he instructed Jason to take a deep breath. Jason initially was surprised by Luke's action but followed Luke's instructions anyway. As he breath though the rag, inhaling a breeze of chemical air into his lungs, he face got hot and vision began to pulse in sync with his heart beats. He heard Luke said "two more deep breaths boy”. As he breath in the second breath as hard as he could he looked over to Luke who is now shirtless wearing nothing but a pair of blue jock with the side of his balls hanging out on the sides. He was wondering when did Luke strip away his clothes as he took on a 3rd deep breath then felt Luke pulling the rag out of his mouth and put it in his own mouth to breath through it. Luke's nearly lost his vision completely and he couldn't remember what was going on. He felt a hand holding onto his jaw open and something shoved in his mouth and a hand pulling and pushing his head as he allowed his throat to be fucked by Luke's huge dick. He heard Luke said “that's it boy. That's it." He opened up his mouth as wide as possible and let Luke's cock enter his throat as deep as possible. It blocked his airway but his mind couldn't quite comprehended what was happening just yet. After about 1 min, he felt Luke pulling his dick out of his throat. Luke's dick is now wet and fully covered in Saliva. As he regained consciousness, he found himself kneeling on the bed with Luke's cock right in front of him but he doesn't care. Jason wanted that cock more. He didn't even realize that he was wearing nothing but a jock and his cock was as hard as it has ever been. Luke was hitting a bong at that time. As soon as he noticed Jason looking at him, he grabbed Jason's chin and breath all of the smoke into his mouth. It was so much that Jason couldn't inhale all of it but he instinctively exhaled them onto Luke's dick bc it's what he always does with Brad when he receives smoke this way. He was about to work on Luke's cock again but he felt Luke lifting his chin up. The room swam around Jason as he took the third deep breath through the soaked cloth, Luke's potent scent filling his nostrils. His eyes watered and his throat burned, but his cock stood at full attention, begging for relief. Luke pulled back, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and Jason's saliva, and Jason felt a strange sensation building in his core. The poppers had done their job, amplifying every sensation and stripping away his inhibitions. Jason looked up at Luke with a mix of confusion and lust, his lips still parted from the rough treatment they'd just received. "Suck me," Luke commanded, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. And suck him Jason did, his mouth moving in a frenzy as he worshiped the thick, veiny shaft in front of him. It was wet and sloppy, his tongue slurping around the head while his cheeks hollowed with each bob of his head. He could feel the pressure building in his own cock, his body responding to the raw, primal need to please the man above him. But Luke had other plans. He gripped Jason's hips and with surprising strength for a man his age, he flipped him over onto the bed. "Straddle my face," he growled. The poppers had turned Luke into a beast, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Jason didn't hesitate. He climbed over Luke, his legs on either side of the trainer's broad shoulders. The coolness of the bed contrasted with the heat of Luke's breath on his ass as he positioned himself above the man's face. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He felt the tip of Luke's tongue press against his hole, a gentle but firm pressure that had his whole body quivering. Then, without warning, Luke's tongue was inside him, stroking and teasing the sensitive tissues within. The sensation was unlike anything Jason had ever felt before. It was as if every nerve ending in his body was centered in that one spot, and Luke's tongue was playing a symphony of pleasure. He could feel the man's stubble against the sensitive skin of his thighs, the scratchy fabric of the jock Luke was still wearing brushing against his balls. His own cock was leaking precum onto the bed, the need to come bordering on pain. Luke's tongue grew more insistent, delving deeper with each pass. His hands gripped Jason's ass cheeks, spreading him wide to allow better access. The young athlete's muscles tensed and relaxed in time with the rhythm of Luke's mouth, his hips rocking slightly as he tried to push back against the skilled tongue that was fucking him so thoroughly. The pressure was building, the heat in his groin growing more intense with each flick of Luke's tongue. The poppers had turned his world upside down, heightening every sensation Suddenly, Luke pulled away, leaving Jason's hole quivering and begging to be filled. He looked up at the young man, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Your turn," he murmured, moving his way down Jason's body. Jason's breath caught in his throat as Luke's mouth closed around his leaking cock. The feeling was indescribable—like a warm, wet heaven enveloping him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his entire being. His eyes rolled back and his head fell forward, his fingers curling into the bed sheets. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive. As Luke worked him with his mouth, Jason could feel the man's beard brushing against his sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation to the already overwhelming mix. The trainer's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as his tongue danced along the underside of his shaft, lapping up the droplets of precum that had formed. It was too much; Jason couldn't hold back. He threw his head back and moaned, the sound echoing through the apartment, loud and unrestrained. Luke's grip tightened, his mouth moving faster, and Jason knew he was going to cum. His voice was strained and desperate, but Luke was in no mood to let him off easy. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed Jason's balls, giving them a firm squeeze. The pain was sudden and sharp, cutting through the pleasure, making Jason's eyes water. He tried to pull away, but Luke's hand on the back of his head was unyielding. With a sadistic grin, Luke released Jason's cock and gave his balls a hard slap, the sound echoing through the room. The pain was intense, and Jason's orgasm retreated, leaving him panting and frustrated. "Not yet," Luke whispered, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. He signaled Jason to turn around and reached for the bong sitting on the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly with anticipation. Jason watched as Luke packed the bowl, his eyes glued to the older man's biceps flexing. He licked his lips, eager to taste him again, but Luke had different plans. He lit the bong, the smoke of tina filling the air. The smoke swirled around them as Luke took a deep hit, his chest rising and falling. He offered the mouthpiece to Jason, “I know you know what to do” Luke said. Jason was both surprised and turned on. He took the bong from Luket greedily. Luke warmed up the bubble for Jason as he inhaled in the thick white cloud. When he was about to stop, Luke said “No. Keep going boy. Harder…..harder……harder…..ok you’re good but hold it in” then Luke leaned back and flexed his rock hard dick and gave Jason a look at the direction of his hard dick. Jason got back to the position he was in before and moved toward Luke’s cock. His world had narrowed down to the sensation of Luke's hard cock against his lips, the taste of the lingering tina in the air, and the anticipation of the coming rush. He felt like he was floating on a cloud, the room around him a hazy blur as he let out all of the smoke on Luke’s cock. Then he heard Luke's voice cutting through the fog. "Take it," he growled, pressing the rag into Jason's mouth. The chemical smell was intense, but Jason obeyed without hesitation. He inhaled deeply, the fumes cooling his throat and nose. The room spun, the colors grew brighter, and his body felt light, like it might float away. The rag was removed, and Luke's cock replaced it, pushing into his mouth with surprising force. Jason took it all in one swift motion, his eyes watering as he gagged. He could feel his throat stretch. His mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. He just wanted to please Luke. Finally Luke’s entire cock is in his throat. He knows that because his nose is resting on Luke’s balls. Luke held his head in that position forcefully for a bit then finally let go. Jason’s head sprung up from Luke’s cock, letting his hard cock out of his throat as he gasped for air. Luke gently kissed Jason’s hole and said “god…..that’s a beautiful hole”. Luke propped himself up while Jason got lost in the maximum impact trance. He lube up his hard cock and began sliding it up and down along Jason’s buttbrack. Jason felt Luke's cock nudging at his entrance, the slickness of the lubricant allowing the tip to slide back and forth with ease. The anticipation was maddening—his body tense, waiting for the moment of penetration. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet smack of Luke's cock against his skin. Luke's cocke danced around the edge of his hole, teasing him, building the pressure until Jason was practically begging for it. “Here it comes boy” Luke said while putting his hands around Jason’s neck and pulling Jason upper body up toward him. The first push was slow and deliberate, the head of Luke's cock breaching the tight ring of muscle with a gentle pop. Jason's eyes widened as the sensation overtook him—his body stretched to the brink of pain, but it was a delicious, thrilling pain that he craved more of. He whimpered and pushed back, trying to take more of Luke's length inside him. Luke’s cock was like a hot knife through butter—it didn’t hurt, it just filled him so completely. The feeling was indescribable. With each slow, deep thrust, Jason's body grew more and more accustomed to the intrusion, until finally, the head of Luke's cock was buried in his ass, his cheeks resting against Luke's pelvis. "Oh, fuck," Jason gasped, his voice breathless. "Please, fuck me." His words were barely coherent as he pleaded for more, his body trembling with need. Luke chuckled darkly, a smug expression crossing his face. He positioned his cock at the entrance of Jason's hole, already slick with lube. "Patience," he murmured, pushing the tip inside. Inch by inch, Luke filled him up, his dick stretching Jason's tight opening wider than it had ever been. The pain was intense, but Jason's body was already craving the fullness. Luke's thick, veiny length slid in deeper, and Jason's eyes widened, his mouth forming an 'O' of pleasure. "That's it," Luke said, his voice gruff. "Take it all for me." He pushed further, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the air. Jason's cheeks were flushed, his eyes glazed over. His fists clenched the bed sheets as he took Luke's entire length, feeling like he was going to split in two. "You're doing so good, baby," Luke praised, his hands on Jason's hips, guiding him through the agonizing ecstasy. He began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "So tight, so hot," he groaned, his own pleasure evident in every grunt. Jason's breathing grew ragged as Luke's pace picked up, his cock hitting all the right spots with a rhythm that was driving him wild. The older man's beard scraped against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. The smoke from the tina bong still lingered, making everything seem surreal and heightened. "You're going to cum for me," Luke ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Cum without touching yourself." The challenge sent a bolt of electricity through Jason. He nodded, his eyes locked onto Luke's, as if by sheer willpower alone he could hold back his climax. Luke's hands roamed over his body, pinching his nipples and digging into his flesh, pushing him closer to the edge. The friction grew unbearable, and Jason's moans grew louder. He felt his body tighten, his muscles clenching around Luke's cock. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." With a roar, Jason's orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting cum without a single touch. The intensity was so great, he thought he might pass out. His body convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure washing over him. Luke never stopped moving, his own climax building, his eyes never leaving Jason's face. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the smell of sex and tina thick in the air. Sweat glistened on their skin as they both revealed in the aftermath of their shared release. "Good boy," Luke murmured, pulling out and collapsing onto the bed beside him. He grabbed the bong again, taking a hit before passing it to Jason. "Now, let's do it again," he said with a wink. Jason's eyes widened, his body still trembling. He took the bong, the taste of Luke's precum still on his lips. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs, and handed it back. "Fuck yes," he breathed, his desire for more already growing. And so they continued, their night of passion and power play stretching into the early hours of the morning, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring into something exquisitely addictive. With a feral growl, Luke slammed into Jason one last time, his cock swelling to its fullest before erupting deep inside him. The younger man felt the hot rush of cum fill his ass, Luke's thick, pulsating member leaving him no choice but to accept every drop. His body clenched around him as the orgasm hit him like a freight train, his eyes rolling back in his head and a scream tearing from his throat that was a mix of agony and euphoria. When the tremors of his climax finally subsided, Luke pulled out, his dick glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. He grabbed Jason's chin, tilting his head up. "Clean me up," he demanded, his voice still thick with lust. Jason, his body still quivering from the intense fucking, eagerly leaned in to obey. He took Luke's cock in his mouth, the taste of his own ass mixing with the salty tang of the older man's cum. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up every drop before moving to the shaft, savoring the flavor of their combined pleasure. As Jason worked Luke's dick with his mouth, the trainer couldn't help but admire the way his pupil had taken to his instructions. The boy was insatiable, hungry for more of his master's cock. He watched as Jason's eyes watered from the effort, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked and licked, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. Once Luke was clean, he pushed Jason's head down to his still-sensitive hole. "Tongue," he barked, and Jason obeyed without hesitation. He tentatively poked his tongue into the sticky mess, tasting himself on Luke's cock. The act was so degrading, so deliciously dirty, that it only served to turn him on more. He lapped at Luke's opening, his tongue exploring the warm cavern that had just been stretched to its limits by the older man's girth. The taste of their combined release was intoxicating, making him want to dive in deeper, to devour every inch of him. Luke's hand was back in his hair, guiding him, pushing him in further. "That's it," he praised, his voice tight with arousal. "Suck it all out." Jason moaned around his task, his tongue sliding in and out of him, his own cock hardening once more at the feeling of Luke's fingers pressing into his cheeks, controlling him completely. He could feel the man's cock growing hard again, and the anticipation of another round of dominance and pleasure made his heart race. Their breathing grew ragged as Jason cleaned him up, the intimate act bringing them closer together in a way that transcended mere physical connection. When Luke was satisfied, he gently pulled Jason's head back, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're a natural," he murmured, stroking the boy's hair. "But we're not done yet." With a wicked glint in his eye, he grabbed the lube again, signaling his intent. "On your back," he ordered, and Jason eagerly complied, his body more than ready for whatever Luke had in store for him next. The trainer positioned himself between the younger man's legs, his cock now standing tall and proud. He leaned in, whispering in Jason's ear, "You're going to love this." And with that, he plunged back into him, their bodies moving together in a symphony of need and desire. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the room as Luke fucked him mercilessly, the slickness of their combined cum making the sensations all the more intense. Jason could only whimper and moan, his body no longer his own as he was used and pleasured beyond anything he had ever experienced. The night was still young, and Luke had no intention of letting up.

These guys fucked me back to back at a cumdump. The first guy is very well built and good looking, the second guy is a total troll that i do NOT find attractive at all. But when I look at them its the one with the troll that turns me on the most. Makes me feel like a true cumdump.

Regulars are nice, but there is a heightened sense of sexual tension and excitement when you are on your way to a stranger’s place and you know you are going to be inside a strangers asshole. It’s the thrill of the unknown and the desire to breed that makes the excitement palpable. Fuck! I’m getting hard thinking about it!

That is so hot! A former boyfriend and I would go to the bathhouse and I would watch him get fucked and bred by multiple guys while I laid back and stroked my cock. I would always be his last and would deliver a hot, steamy load in his ass. It’s incredible watching other men control your man.

Just left... my regular FB. just got back from Mexico, a gay resort. Highly recommend Casa Cupula in Puerto Vallarta. They had a party last Saturday, over 200 naked guys packed into a tiny pool area, plus a play area. And the food in the Zona Romantica is worth the trip all by itself. Street food and restaurants. Still, i go through withdrawal if i don't get my regular FB's cock and nut in me at least 3x a week lol. One of the hottest parts (and there's a lot of those parts) of sex with Him is when He is ready to fuck, He gets this high look in His eyes and says: "Let Me fuck you." i turn over prone and He spreads my ass and i always feel His warm spit drop onto my hole. idk why, but that turns me on so much, doesn't make a sound, i just feel it on my hole before He presses His cock into my hole, which He does with a lot of muscle behind it. Honestly, He's definitely opened my hole over 5 years and it's pretty easy to get into. i think He may have been saving it up, i'm very creamy.

I'd love to quit my job and live with a group of really old wasted poz men who would have raw sex with me everyday. And invite their old friends over to use me constantly. And whore me out to other old men. Just get used every single day pumping loads down my throat and into my ass. I would workout daily so I could look my best for these emaciated, sick old geezers. Skinny, fat, obese hairy old weathered men. I love the contrast between very elderly men using a younger healthy man. It turns m on so much. I love making out with old men and grandpa's. It's all I want these days.

Chapter 7 - Matt Matt felt so good he thought he might become delirious. The daddies were talking so dirty and calling him names and he found he loved it. The pounding against his prostate, the fullness he felt from Daddy T’s fat dick in his hole, the taste of Daddy Z’s dick and precum on his lips, and the pleasure he got from hearing how much he was pleasing the Daddies took him over the edge and blew a huge load hands free. It was the biggest load he had ever shot, covering his abs and the bed below him with load. Daddy T moaned and slammed himself balls deep into Matt’s raw hole hard and he could. He growled, “Take that fucking poz cum boy! Daddy is knocking your neg ass up!!!” With in seconds, Daddy Z pushed Matt’s mouth down on his raging hard dick as he shot his load into his throat. “Fuck yes take Daddy’s T charged babies in that ass while you swallow my toxic load boy!” It took a few seconds before Matt’s brain registered exactly what the Daddies had said. “What do you mean poz?? What’s is a charged load? And toxic how?” He asked the daddies as his voice grew more alarmed with each word. Matt began to panic. What had he done? What had he allowed the Daddies to do to him? Just as he was about to spiral Daddy T wrapped his big arms around him and pulled him into a big bear hug. His strong arms and big chest put Matt in a cocoon of daddy skin. “Matty don’t get to worked up, ok? We will explain it, but first just know you are safe and you have pleased you daddies very much tonight! Nothing we have done tonight can’t be handled.” Daddy T told him as he continued to hold him. The strong embrace and gentle kind words from Daddy T allowed Matt to calm down enough that he wasn't spinning. For as much as he shouldn’t, considering what he thought they just did to him, he trusted both the Daddies very much. He also still felt that need deep in him to please them. “Ok, I think I am calm enough to discuss this now” Matt stated as he pulled away from Daddy T looking up at his eyes. Daddy Z is the one that responded, “You remember when you asked about the scorpion tattoos we have?” Matt nodded his head as Daddy Z pointed at said tattoo above his now half soft monster cock. “Good, so a scorpion tattoo on a gay man generally means they are HIV positive or poz. Most times it means even more in that the wearer is not on medication and can transmit HIV. That is also what charged and toxic means, that your cum is capable of infecting.” Daddy Z explained. Matt nodded showing his understanding as he realized he was correct. Daddy T had cum in his ass while being poz and infectious. While he knew oral infection was less common, he had also swallowed multiple of both Daddies HIV filled loads. “And you both thought it was ok to fuck me without a condom and without telling me you were HIV positive? Why?” Matt asked looking between them. He didn’t have any heat or accusation behind his question, surprising he wasn’t feeling mad or even really that upset anymore. Daddy T answered this time, “it’s called gifting and chasing. A special subset of gay men like to share or try to get/give HIV. Daddy Z shared his strain with me when we first meet. He stealthed me similar to how we did you tonight by telling me he was poz as he came in me. “Stealthing is pozzing someone without telling them. For some of us, that is the ultimate most arousing act we could do. Most times, we don't even tell the bottom we put poz cum that we have HIV. But we had a strong feeling you’d want to know and embrace it like I did Matty boy.” Daddy T said, giving Matt a wink as he finished his last sentence. Matt thought for a minute as the Daddies watched to see what his response would be. He no longer had any real anxiety or panic about it. He wasn’t upset or angry. But he did have a few more questions that he asked the daddies. Matt - How long had the daddies been poz? Have they ever been on meds? Are they going to? Isn’t it dangerous not too? Daddies - Z had been poz since he was 19 so almost 8 years and Thomas had been poz just a year less. Both were not currently and had not been on meds. They planned to go on meds when they had to in order to avoid the worst of the disease. They were working with a doctor to monitor that and be sure they did it when necessary. As long as they kept healthy and checked up with the doctor they were ok with the risks. Matt - Did they stealth often? What did they do if anyone found out? Couldn’t they get in trouble? Daddies - They fucked other guys a lot, multiple times a week usually. Most knew or didn’t care about their status. They stealthed probably once every 4 to 6 weeks. They did it in a way (using fake profiles, meeting at cheap cash only motels, etc) that they hadn’t been caught. And as with the risk of not taking meds, they were ok with the risks associated with stealthing. Matt - Was he the first boy the daddies had told you that they pozzed them? If so, why? Daddies - Yes he was. They told him primarily because they felt a connection with Matty wanted to continue to use him as the future allowed. Secondarily they didn’t want him to accidentally infect Mandy. Matt - What do you expect him to do about that? Break up with her? How could they still use his holes in the future if he did break up with her? Daddies - Yes they expected the relationship to end, with in a few days of returning home. They would help him come up with a way to break it off that would be the least harmful to Mandy’s feelings. The biggest thing was Matt couldn’t have sex with her again. They didn’t want to risk it. They would keep the continued sex away from Mandy. They told him that when they visited the east coast they would get a hold of him and bring him to where they were to be their boy while visiting. Matt - Would they want him to stay off meds? Would he be allowed to have sex with anyone else? Daddies - They would like him to stay off meds and share their strain, but understand if he didn’t. He could have sex with anyone he wanted, besides Mandy. Matt knew a few things for certain when they had finished their question and answer session. 1) He was not upset or mad. He was actually glad and excited. He felt that he could be himself and explore his fantasies and hidden desires. 2) He accepted that he was gay and a kinky pig. He had felt it deep inside himself his whole life and he finally admitted it to himself. It’s why he always thought of women was as good friends but never loved one. Why sex with a woman was always so bland to him. His sexually conservative upbringing wouldn’t have let him admit to having and embracing this side of himself . The Daddies action helped break down that wall and would allow him to become that pig! 3) He wanted to continue to be used by the daddies. He wanted to please them. So, he was going to stay off meds and share their strain. He told the daddies all this. They were elated and congratulated him on finding his inner pig. Matt spent the next several hours getting fucked raw by his new poz daddies. They even dp’ed him a few times. The whole time the dirty talk flew. With the daddies making Matty beg for their poz dicks and toxic loads. That night Matt got 3 more charged loads from Daddy Z and 2 more from Daddy T. All balls deep in his neg ass. He crawled in bed with Amanda around 5:30 am as the sun was coming up. The entire rest of the trip the daddies continued to use Matt’s hole nightly and anytime they could distract Amanda enough to get a load off. Matt managed to keep Amanda hands off him the rest of the week. When they returned back to college he gave it a few days and broke up with her. He had fulfilled his promise to not touch her sexually again. He got sick a few days after the break up and tested positive using a home test. He went to a doctor the daddies knew and recommended that was sympathetic to the gifting lifestyle and got it confirmed. He called the daddies to give them the good news and they all celebrated on the phone. From that moment in, Matt became the pig he was always meant to be! The End ————- I hope you enjoyed the story. I am thinking of other possible stories about the daddies. Also some possible ones about Matt’s new life. Keep an eye out for those if you liked this story. Thank you all for the positive feedback!

Chapter 6 Daddy T was cleaning up the kitchen. Putting dishes in the dish washer, putting away the left over snack, etc. He was just trying to keep busy while he waited. Daddy Z came walking into the room with a broad smile on his face. “It appears all the lectures about safe sex you gave Mandy paid off. She is a condom girly. He fucked her panties. But he didn’t cum. He really is a born sub boy” “Well I am glad she listened. Even if we are the dictionary definition of do as I say, not as I do.” Daddy T chuckled in response. “And yes, Matty really is a born bottom pig. We will have to make sure he understands he will have to break it off with Mandy after they get back home. I don’t see him being interested in pussy anymore after we are done with him” Daddy Z nodded his head in agreement, “He will be surfing the apps for local daddy dick the minute he breaks it off with her. And a benefit to us is that when we visit Mandy at school or just in any of our trips out East, Marty will be there to be our on call boy” ”Very true. Though you will always be daddy’s best and first boy Z” Daddy T said as he leaned down to kiss Z. “Go get the guest bathroom ready. We can’t do it upstairs in our room, it is to close to Mandy. With the guest suite down here on the first floor there is no way she will be able to hear.” “Yes Daddy! I will go get the shower douche attachment from upstairs and then go in there and get it all ready” Daddy Z said kissing Daddy T on the cheek before departing. Daddy T went to his office and got his laptop, then he went to the bar in the family room to grab a bottle of Jack Daniel’s along with 3 glasses, and finally stopped in the pantry for a bottle of Coke. He went to the spare bedroom and opened the door. It was a large room with a king bed on one wall. It had a small sitting area on the right with a love seat. To the left was the wall with the only windows in the room, which had a long low dressing bureau below the windows. This is where Daddy T set up the make shift bar and put his laptop. He opened the laptop and used the mirror function so he could display to the large screen tv that was mounted on the wall in the sitting area. He picked his favorite compilation video of twinks getting railed and set it to play on the tv. He muted the tv volume as the porn was more for visual background. Daddy Z had come in as he was working with the tv setup and went into the bathroom. It had a large walk in shower, soaking tub, two sink vanity, and toilet. He attached the douce nozzle to the shower and got out some towels. He put a few on the vanity and brought a few into the bedroom. Daddy Z put the towel next to the drinks on the dresser, where he also put a bottle of lube he had brought from upstairs. The Daddies then stripped the bed of all but the fitted sheet and a few pillows to use as cushions for angles if need be. They put all the extra things in the walk in closet, whose door was on the left side of the bed. Daddy T went to the kitchen to get a bucket and some ice. He had filled the bucket and was headed back toward the guest room when Matty came down the stairs. He was wearing the basketball shorts and white tank top he had went he went up stairs earlier. “There’s my Matty boy! Mandy fall asleep?” Daddy T greeted Matt with a side hug with his free arm. “Yes daddy. She fell asleep pretty quick. Anytime she drinks she sleeps like the dead” Matt chuckled in response. “Well that’s good. With how much we are going to make you moan and beg it’s good she is out of it. Not that she will hear anything from the guest room.” Daddy T replied as he took Matt hand in his and led him down the hall. “I am not sure Mandy showed you this room. It’s tucked away down here. The rooms are well insulated, and it’s on the other side of the house from the bedrooms upstairs. It was really designed to be a staff quarters, but we use it as a guest suite for visitors so they have more privacy.” Daddy Z was just stripping out of the last of his clothes when they entered the room. “Glad to see you are getting comfortable boy.” Daddy T told Z “Now Matty boy, go with Z to the bathroom. He will help you get prepared. And don’t come out in anything but your birthday suit boy!” As Daddy Z took Matt to the bathroom and taught him the finer points of douching and preparing to bottom Daddy T closed and locked the door. He then stripped naked after which he walked over to the dresser and started to make the jack and cokes. He dropped two of the drinks off with the boys in the bathroom before heading to the sitting area in the bedroom. He sat in the loveseat watching a twink get tag teamed by 4 hot hung daddies while drinking his jack and coke, half heartedly playing with his big dick while he waited for the boys to be ready. When Matt and Z came out of the bathroom they were both naked and freshly showered. Matt was sporting a raging hard on while Daddy Z had a half hard dick swinging as he walked. “We found another sign he is a natural bottom, the minute I put the douche nozzle in his hole and turned it on he got rock hard. His prostate must be hella sensitive!” Z told Daddy T as Matt stood beside him and blushing. “That’s a good sign. Now Matty boy, I am going to lay on the bed up against the head board. I want you to climb up between my legs and suck me like you did this afternoon. Make sure as you do it you stay on your knees with you ass up in the air. Think you can do that boy?” ”Yes Daddy T!! I loved sucking your and Daddy Z’s dick!” Matt responded eagerly. “Good boy. Now Z as he is sucking my dick, I want you to work his hole. Start by licking it then start to open it with your fingers and lube. I know you are an expert at that, make our new boy feel good!” ”Yes Daddy, I will make his hole feel so good and be ready to get opened up!” Daddy Z replied. Daddy T climbed into position and Matt scurried into his spot between his legs. Matt started by sucking on Daddy T’s big balls, then licking up his shaft, and finally taking his fat cock head into his mouth. As Matt progressively worked his dick deeper Daddy T got rock hard and started leaking poz precum down Matt’s throat. As Matt started his task, Daddy Z grabbed the towels and lube and moved them to the foot of the bed. He climbed up behind Matt. He started by blowing gently on the tight pink hairless hole while he played with Matt’s ass cheeks. Daddy Z then kissed the boy’s hole gently. This earned a moan from Matt. Daddy Z started to eat the hot tight pink neg boy hole gently. Using just the tip of his tongue to open the hole ever so lightly at first, then progressively more aggressively. While doing this he continued to play with Matt’s ass cheeks and an occasional grab of his balls and dick. But he was sure not to tug to much on the his boy’s dick as not to make him cum. The entire time Matt was moaning hard from the ass eating and from stuffing over 2/3 of Daddy T’s fat poz dick down his throat. When Daddy Z inserted the first finger in Matt’s hole (after lubing hit up properly) he jump a little causing him to choke on Daddy T’s schlong. “Careful there Matty boy, don’t choke to death. Just relax, arch your back, and when he goes to put fingers in, push out. That’s it, good boy” Daddy T said as he say Matt do as he told him too. The first time his finger hit Matt’s prostate, Matt moan super loud and started to precum. When Daddy Z was three fingers in, stretching his hole and hitting his prostate just right, Matt began to leak like mad and felt like he was in heaven. “I think he is ready for cock Daddy” Z told Daddy T. “Good, go ahead and open him up boy. Get his hole ready for daddy’s dick” Daddy T told Z, which he knew from their unspoken code meant put a load in Matt as lube for Daddy T. Matt pulled Daddy T’s dick out of his mouth asking, “Wait, will it hurt? Also, shouldn’t you use a condom?” Daddy Z was the first to respond. “It will hurt at first, but I will go slow. And the pain and pleasure are mixed together and the more you take the more pleasure it will turn into. Just remember to breath, arch your back, and push out as I enter” “And we don’t use condoms Matty boy. Fucking raw is natural and feels so much better. You are meant to take your Daddy’s raw and be flooded with our cum. You want to please your daddy’s don’t you boy?” Daddy T asked. To which Matt nodded. “Good, then forget about the condoms. Also, while he is opening you up just do as Z said. Once it starts feeling good you can go back to licking my balls, shaft, and head. You aren’t experienced enough to suck and get fucked at the same time, yet!” Daddy Z lubed up his big fat 10 in poz dick. He lined it the fat head, which was leaking toxic precum, and pushed against Matt’a tight raw pink neg boy hole. Matt felt the pain but did as he was told. He breathed out and pushed his hole out as he arched his back. The fat head of Daddy Z popped into his hole. There was pain there, but not as much as he thought. But there was also pleasure. As Daddy Z’s massive dick started to slowly open Matt inch by inch, it began to feel better and not as painful. When the head hit his prostate, the pleasure it sent up his spin made all the pain disappear. He let out a feral noise from the depths of his soul. The feeling of that dick hitting his button in combination with the fullness he felt from the massive dick was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. It was 100 times more pleasurable than anytime he had ever cum in his life. He had to have more!! He started to back up onto Daddy Z’s monster dick. Daddy Z loved how Matty boys hole felt around his dick. So tight and warm and velvety. He allowed Matt to take more then he should faster then he should so that this hole and insides would tear, giving a better chance the poz loads he would be taking would knock the boy up. He saw a little blood on his dick as he started to pump into the boy. Matt was in heaven and started meeting Daddy Z pumps. He had also started to lick Daddy T’s dick and balls again. Daddy Z worked Matt’s hole for a good 10 minutes. Matt was able to take all 10 inches like a true slut, allowing for Daddy Z to go balls drewp and open his second hole. Daddy T was super hard seeing Matty boy take Z big fat poz dick in his neg hole. Not knowing that he was getting filled with toxic precum and soon a huge charged load. He knew Z would cum quietly for his first load, depositing it deep for him to use as lube, while not alerting Matty boy that he had taken a load. Sure enough Daddy T saw the look he knew meant Z was cumming followed by a low moan. That was it, he had just impregnate Matty boy. Put a huge toxic load of his babies balls deep in his neg boy hole! It took everything he had not to cum over Matty boys face! Daddy Z felt like he was going to pass out when he shot one of the biggest loads of his life in that tight raw neg boy hole! Knowing he was stealthing that boy hole and giving him his toxic cum was so hot!!! He knew Matt had no clue that A he had cum in his hole and B that it was toxic cum. The daddies had already decided they would tell Matt about them pozzing him, they couldn’t take a chance on him giving it to Mandy, but they plan was for both to put a load in him first. Then tell him as the second daddy came in him. Hence why Daddy Z did the silent cum. “Ok Matty boy, it’s time for Daddy T to fuck that hole. Z come up here take my place. Matty boy stay where you are and you suck Z’s dick while I eat your hole a little. When I go to fuck you, switch to licking him.” Daddy T instructed. After everyone moved around, Daddy T buried his tongue in Matt’s freshly bred hole. He could taste Z’s toxic cum as he ate his hole. He knew it had to be a huge load as some was already leaking out of Matt’s hole. Daddy T lined up his very hard, very big, very thick dick with Matt’s no super tight hole. He pushed in slowly. Taking a minute to burry himself balls deep. He was thicker than Z so he knew he was stretching Matt’a boy hole even more. Matt’s hole was so tight and warm and wet Daddy T was harder than he had been in a long time. He picked up the speed and started to pound Matt’s hole as he slapped his ass cheeks. He started to dirty talk Matt, telling him what a bottom slut he was. How he was a natural born cum dump. Daddy Z joined in the dirty talk. The dirty talk reached it peak about 15 minutes later. Matt blew a huge load hands free from the pounding his prostate was getting. Covering his abs and the bed with his neg load. That put Daddy T over the edge and slammed hard and balls deep into Matt’s neg raw hole and exclaimed “Take that fucking poz cum boy! Daddy is knocking your neg ass up!!!” With in seconds, Daddy Z pushed Matt’s mouth down on his raging hard dick as he shot his second load into his throat. “Fuck yes take Daddy’s T charged babies in that ass and while you swallow my toxic load boy!” ——————————— Another chapter has come to an end. Next chapter, how Matt responds to his “surprise” and more! Thank you again all for your positive feedback!

I do it if my bf is home and he expects sex and I haven't really told him what I've been up to 👼. Otherwise always prefer to hold it in, even if it slowly leaks. Although all time favourite is plugging myself after😈

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

Well, it's started very early when me and my bros would hit the men's room between classes and piss at the trough...we would pop boners to shock the the shy kids trying to piss or being shy about their dicks! We would fucking laugh our asses off...as they'd get beet red!

One Vision I shall never unsee 😱😱🤣🤣🤣.

Old gray cock hair in my throat and gray hair touching my ass when he's balls deep in my hole😵

If a guy is a talented cocksucker, I'd prefer to cum in his mouth. I'll communicate that to a guy, because some people don't care how it happens, they just want my babies. But if he has his heart set on getting fucked, I'll fuck him. That's in the context of a "date" or at least an arranged hookup. Obviously, in an anon situation, it's different; if there isn't communication to the contrary, it's shooter's choice. I understand if you're with someone inexperienced who couldn't help himself but most of us have been around the block and "I couldn't help it" is a poor excuse.

My first husband and I were monogamous for 6 years at his insistence. Then we started playing with others. Almost from the first threesome, it became clear that he liked watching me get fucked more than any other activity always finishing with him fucking my sloppy, cum-filled hole afterwards. Most Saturdays, I would wake up from sleeping in to find he had been lining up guys from apps and Craigslist to breed me. His only rule was he did not want a guy bigger than him to fuck me; he was 8 by 6, so that was seldom an issue.

lol which is the part you are now sorry about? your protagonist is an illegal drug taking dishonest adulterer. are we now suppose to condemn him for also having a personal taste for well hung black men? 🤣 this is the fiction section. but should the woke police get words like "bbc" banned, we'll still have the majority of the fiction left to discuss rape, stealth pozing, older men emotionally manipulating naive teens, incest, etc. and all that will be fine just as long as we don't venture into morally objectionable areas like saying attractive men w dark skin and big D are 🔥 anyways, you did leave us with a cliffhanger. perhaps you can continue w the "sequence of events" storyline but make Reggie a multi-racial, polyamorous, gender neutral, entrepreneur who's fluent in sign language. 😜

Thought I would offer my services to other younger men in our community who might be interested in exploring this dynamic. I pride myself in helping others. lol when I was in my 20’s, I dated two older men. One was in his early 50’s and the other was in his 60’s. They taught me a great deal. As I have gotten older, I have helped a few younger ones out along the way.

Love me a poz daddy to dominate me.

I know many have said it, but this story is so hot! I'd love to be in Will's position, especially at that seedy club.

4. On the way back to the hotel, I messaged a couple friends about the situation and for them to come over in an hour. They’re both virile, muscular, tatted poz breeders. Big lats, shoulders, biceps, hard abs, and big, bouncy pecs. Their OF specializes in gang bangs and conversion parties. When we got to hotel room, I told Alvin to sit on the chair so I can teach Vik a lesson. I told Vik to sniff my armpits. To lick the sweat and the musky odor. I then slapped his face hard and called him a cheating faggot. I told him a faggot like him needs to suffocate on musk, so I took off my shirt and pants and shoved his face in my crotch. I looked over at Alvin and gave him a thumbs up. “I’m going to fuck him up for you. Teach him real good,” I said to Alvin. He looked a little confused and relieved at the same time. “Strip and show us what a cheap slut you look like,” I said to Vik. He stripped and was kneeling in the carpet, showing his beautiful muscular body. He looked so good I could have fucked him right there. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just kneeling there naked like a pathetic faggot.” “Yessir. I’m a pathetic faggot.” “You deserve to be punished for cheating on your beautiful, sweet boyfriend, don’t you?” “Yessir, please punish me.” Damn, if I didn’t know better, my guess is that Vick’s been cheating way before tonight. But tonight, Alvin will know what a slut his bf is. I got naked and sat on the bed. I poured a shit ton of lube on my hard cock, so it was glistening before these two faggots. “A dirty faggot like you needs a dirty load. Punish yourself by riding my cock.” “Wait what?!” Alvin said. “Trust me, baby. Sit back,” I said that last part very sternly. It wasn’t to comfort. It was a command. “Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?” I said to Vik. He climbed on my cock and lowered himself slowly. I didn’t have the patience so I grabbed his hips and rammed into him. As he adjusted, I told him to turn around so he was facing his cuck bf. I fucked him hard, calling him dirty names and egging him on to admit how much he loves getting fucked. Alvin started stroking himself over his jeans, and I told him to take his hands off immediately. He needs to watch and focus on how much of a slut Vik is being. He obeyed reluctantly. I felt my balls swell. I was gonna cum soon. I told the bitch that I’m going to dump some grade A high VL spunk in his hole if he doesn’t stop. But if he wants it, he needs to beg for my poz load and look his bf in the eyes as he says it. The bitch didn’t stop riding my cock, and after a moment of thinking it over, he looked at his cuck and said that he was sorry. He then rode me harder and begged for my poz seed inside his hole. Begged to be bred by my hot cock. How much he loved my big, thick poz pecker. I fucking loved hearing this cheater reveal to his bf his true nature. I dumped a good load inside him to add to my load earlier. I told Alvin he needed to get the fuck out and that I have no interest in touching him. He’s pathetic. I told Vik that I have. A couple really hot guys coming over to tag his hole with me. He can stay, but Alvin has to leave. “Babe, this has gone on far enough. Please let’s go home. I don’t feel ok about any of this,” Alvin was almost sobbing. It was almost a sad sight, but that must have gotten through to Vik because he said in the softest voice, with practically no conviction, “Ok babe. Let’s go.” They got their stuff, got dressed, and left. Not how I thought things would end. Not even a full 5 minutes after they left, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door with a massive smirk, thinking the faggot came back, but it was my friends. “Oh sup guys. Sorry, but you just see missed the hole. He left with his bf.” “Oh damn, was it the super muscular guy?” “Yeah how do you know?” “Well we saw this guy eyeing us hardcore as we passed in the lobby. He was hugging this taller guy, who looked sad sad.” “Yeah that was him. He begged for my poz load in front of his bf. Can you believe that? We would have had fun with his hole.” “Damn he looked like a hot piece of ass.” About 5-10 minutes passed, and I heard another knock at the door. It was Vik. Fuck yeah. “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound pissed and uninterested. “Um I saw these really hot guys in the lobby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I wanted to see if they are the friends you invited.” “What about Alvin?” “He’s devastated, but I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by those guys and you. Are they here?!” I opened the door a bit wider to reveal my two friends who overheard everything. He came in and we all took turns on his hole until the sun came up. I had to prep for my flight, but heard my friends tell Vik to go home with them and shoot a vid. They can invite more guys over. Haven’t heard from Vik or Alvin after that. They did shoot a video, and my friends recorded Vik screaming, “I don’t care if staying here means I can’t go on Pep! I just want more cock please!!” Dumb faggot.

PART 5: Our awkward threesome-weekend at the resort was quite an experience to say the least. By secretly taking Marcus' poz cum in my bare ass, I was essentially a vessel in which part of Marcus' DNA was being injected into his girlfriend. But I was troubled by the scenario, not that I didn't think Chloe was a beautiful person or that I was doing something wrong, but because I really didn't want her. I'm attracted to men, and right now, more specifically I only wanted Marcus. I struggled with the feelings I was having about it, until I finally just texted Marcus to meet me at a local park to hike the trails, see the waterfalls and have a discussion about what had occurred with myself, him and his girlfriend. Marcus met me at the gates to the park. It's a stunning park, and quite large, I hadn't been here for years but it was at it's best right now. Marcus got out of his car in biker shorts, and that was it. except a small sling backpack on him. He looked so sexy. The lycra left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His ass and thighs were large and strong, and his bulge was really testing the ability of the stretchy material. His waist is small which aided in showing off his v-lines and wide shoulders. I gathered my backpack and we headed off toward the waterfall. I brought up last weekend first thing, after pleasantries of course and had an open discussion about the weekend. To summarize our conversation, I conveyed to Marcus that I couldn't fuck his girlfriend again. He understood, actually he admitted that while it was hot to watch and see, that he ultimately was stressed out and jealous. Jealous he had to share both of us. So we both happily agreed it was a one-time event. I think we both felt a heavy weight lifted off our shoulders. "Whew," I thought, "finally back to normal." There is a good stretch of the trail leading to the waterfall that required single line hiking, I was behind Marcus, and thank the gods I was. I kid you not, I had a raging erection the entire time I was hiking behind him. All I could watch were the ways his muscles flexed and worked as we struggled up the incline. I almost lost my footing several times on account of his distracting body. Once we cleared that stretch we were able to walk together, and of course the first thing Marcus noticed was my boner. "Uh hey there buddy," Marcus said, "did you see any of the sights on that little bit treacherous trail or were you just boning up at my ass the entire time?" "Hey now," I answered, "you're the one that showed up practically naked, and I think you absolutely did it on purpose." He laughed, "I just wanted to be comfortable." He had a wicked smile, knowing we both were fully aware that was a lie. We got to the waterfall finally and it started to down pour out of nowhere. It had been a bit cloudy, but nothing to indicate a monsoon-like storm. There was a small covered area nestled into the trees with a picnic table and fireplace fitted with a grill. We high-tailed it to the gazebo type structure giggling like school boys. We were already soaked though. We decided to wait it out rather than hike in this rain. It would've been impossible anyway. There was no way anyone was going to make it safely up the deep incline that we had to hike. It was beginning to get a bit chilly in these wet clothes, so Marcus built a fire in the outdoor fireplace/grill. It was even outfitted with one of those old-timey swinging arms that allowed someone to easily swing a kettle or soup pot in and out of the fire. Marcus shrugged and said, "doesn't look like this is letting up, I might as well get comfortable, no sense in sitting around in these wet shorts." He pulled his shorts, shoes and socks off and hung them on the swinging arm to dry by the fire. I thought, "why not," and shucked all my clothes too, to dry with his lonely pair of shorts. Of course Marcus hadn't worn underwear and seeing his thick cock again was bringing my own penis to attention. He looked at me and smirked. His appendage started to lengthen and grow too. "Come suck me," Marcus commanded. Again, I'm not in my right mind around him, I immediately knelt down in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. It tasted so good. The feeling of his bare skinned cock in my mouth was heaven. I worked my tongue and lips around his massive head and greedily sucked in his copious amounts of poz precum. He was moaning and groaning telling me to,"suck that big black cock. worship my fuck stick, faggot." I loved it when he was aggressive. His strong hands were on the sides of my head while he skull fucked me. I was gagging and my eyes were watering so much. He rammed his cock fully into my throat and I felt my teeth scrape against his shaft. He gave no warning, I couldn't help it. He held my head tight while my nose was buried in his trimmed crotch. He slapped the side the side of face saying, "gonna have to teach you to deep throat better, that hurt you little bitch." I was choking on his dick in my throat and when he slowly pulled out, we both could see my teeth had broke the skin a little on his shaft and there was a tiny bit of blood. There was a small amount of alarm on both our faces as he hadn't been on his meds. Marcus pulled me up harshly and forced me to stumble over to the picnic table. I fell back against it. The rough wood felt good on my back. He reached under my knees and had me spread eagled in seconds. He sat down on the bench and dove into my ass crack. His tongue was invading my hole. My head hung off the other side of the table, I closed my eyes and took in the sensations of him eating my ass. It wasn't long before I felt his fingers probing my fuck hole. He was an expert at finding my prostate now and my precum began to flow onto my stomach. I was trying to catch my breath when I said, "Fuck Marcus that feels so good. We should stop before anyone catches us." Marcus responded, "Man, nobody can make it up that incline with this much rain, it's probably a mudslide at this point. Besides, I don't care if anyone watched right now. I need to be in you." I was struggling inside. Emotionally speaking of course, because his tongue inside my hole gave me no struggles whatsoever, only blissful pleasure. I said,"Marcus, we both saw I scraped your cock with my teeth and we both know you were bleeding." "Relax," Marcus said, "let me just make you feel good." He stood up and positioned his fat uncut cock on my hole and began to push inside my slick hole. "Ahhh," he said, "I've missed this tight piece of ass. Your cumhole feels so good stretching around my shaft. I wish you could see it forcing its way into you." It felt good, but there was a lot of resistence. He kept taking breaks, alternating between eating and tongue fucking my ass opening and pushing his fuck rod into it. Unfortunately my ass was resisting once it got to a certain point in my depths. I was breathing and pushing out, he was using as much spit as he could muster up. Maybe it was for the best it couldn't go all the way in. But Marcus seemed more determined than ever to get inside my hot cum chute. He reached over and grabbed his sling pack and pulled out a banana. I wondered what this was about. Was he suddenly low on potassium? Was he going to try and stick it up my ass? He began to peel back the top of the banana, breaking a piece off of it and smashing it in between his fingers. I watched as his hand went to my hole and he started massaging the smashed banana into my hole. Marcus' fingers were now sliding in and out of me as I held my legs up behind my knees. He smashed more of the banana and forced it up inside me. He was working two, then three, and now four fingers into my ass. I felt completely open now and almost sloppy down there. But it was hot. My cock was straining against it's skin. It couldn't have gotten any harder. It was nearly painful and I wanted it to go down, but I needed to blow my wad in order for that to happen. I reached down with one hand and felt his fingers working my boy pussy open. It felt amazing, and like a thick lube was coating my hole and insides. Marcus again positioned his leaking cock on my hole and this time worked past that resistence we couldn't seem to breech earlier. When he slammed all the way into me, I gasped. I lost my breath, my body was on fire. "Marcus?" I asked, "what about the scrape on your cock? It was bleeding. Can you just fuck half of your cock into me?" He pulled out of me so fast I felt saddened. His thick dickhead was massaging my hole barely fucking it open. Marcus responded, "Nick, you're on PrEP, and I'm so fuckin horny right now, just let me get this ass. PLEASE!? I NEED to bust so bad. I have to have you." I shyly looked away. He asked, "What's wrong? You don't want it?" "Fuck yes I want it!" I yelled back. "It's just...I haven't had my PrEP for a week, I'm supposed to get it next Wednesday though." Marcus looked heartbroken, he said,"Oh, shit man, why didn't you tell me? I don't want to put you at risk." Now I was heartbroken. I think I'm beginning to catch feelings for my best friend. I wanted to please him, and he made me feel so good. Looking at his face I saw more than lust, and disappointment. It was as if I was letting him down. Like I was one of his girlfriends who wouldn't let him cum in them. His cock was still very hard at my entrance. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed him under his big arms and forced him to fall on top of me impaling myself on his third arm. We moaned in unison. It felt so hot to have him fully inside me, and knowing the possible consequences to our lapse of judgement. Or rather, for letting our cocks make the decision for us. My hole was stretched tightly around his thick shaft. I couldn't deny myself this pleasure. I could tell Marcus still had reservations about what we were doing. I commanded him sternly,"Marcus, I need this dick right now. Not later. Right the fuck now, I need your cock to tear my ass up and you to flood my guts with your load." As he fucked into me he was picking up the pace he responded, "Okay. okay. I need this too. I need you. I'll pull out, we can fuck, then I'll pull out." I shook my head in the affirmative and told him, "fuck the devil out of me, use my hole to get off." He initiated a fury of a pounding on my hole. Our bodies were hammering together, the intensity of the fuck made me feel like a furnace as his cock head walloped against my prostate. We were building up to a final countdown. I couldn't handle the assault any longer and felt my hole spasming around his shaft. I could feel his cock striking my prostate and turning it out. I couldn't catch my breath, the pleasure was too much. I scarcely got the word, "CUMMING!" out of my mouth before I experienced a rare hands-free blowout. Streams of my cum rained down on my feverish body like sex lava. I was splatter coating my body. My hole's involuntary spasms and fierce contraction sent Marcus over the edge too. I felt it. He attempted to yank his huge cock from my body to cum, like he said he would. But in a split second, I knew I couldn't allow it. I couldn't let this man's cum be wasted on the ground. I hugged my body around him with as much strength as I could and locked him securely into me and his shudders became waves of convulsions as he blasted his poz load deep into my bowels. He kept cumming and cumming, he'd given up on the notion to pull out and accepted that it was too late and I had been the one to make him breed me. Marcus slowly lowered himself down on top of me. His cock still hard inside me. "Why? Why'd you do that?" He asked. I responded, "Because I fucking love you, you stupid dick. I'm not letting fear get in between us ever again." We composed ourselves a bit and laid back on the table. Naked, sweaty, warm from the fire, and wrung out from the sex. The rain hadn't let up, not even a little. That's when I heard tree limbs, and bushes being rustled, a young man burst through the one side of the gazebo-like structure. He froze seeing our naked bodies laying on the table must have been as much as a surprise to him as us seeing anyone up here in this weather. He broke the silence saying, "Oh man, sorry about that, I was coming down from the mountain and this storm started in, I happened to see the roof of this hideaway and thought I could seek refuge." Marcus said, "No problem man, we got caught in it too, we were just trying to dry our clothes out while we waited. You're welcome to do the same. I'm Marcus by the way, and this is Nick." The young man sat his backpack down and began to pull his shirt off, "Shawn here. I wouldn't mind getting out of this shirt and maybe drying my shoes and socks off a bit." That left him in his shorts as he came to sit on the bench across from us. He fished into his large backpack and pulled out some tequila saying, "Anyone up for some time-killing?" We happily agreed to his generosity. Shawn was very good looking. He had reddish blonde hair, and a tall lean body dusted in fine peach fuzz. There was barely a happy trail at his waist going down into his shorts. We talked a bit and passed the bottle around. He finally said, "To hell with it, I'm not going to be odd-man-out." He pulled his shorts off, and walked over to hang them up. He was wearing a jockstrap! His peach fuzz covered ass cheeks bounced as he walked toward the fireplace. Fuck. He had a plump bubble butt that you could bounce a quarter off of. My mouth was watering. I looked over at Marcus and saw his cock stiffening. I took the opportunity to say,"You might as well take it all off at this point stud." He turned around and smiled, "Thought you'd never ask." as he removed the last bit of clothing from his hot young body. He said,"Wanna play a game, "never have I ever"? We say a "never have I ever" and if you have done it, then you have to take a shot." Marcus and I were up for it. Nothing else to do anyway while the storm howled on. I began with, "Never have I ever offered tequila to strangers while naked and underage." Shawn smiled and took a shot. Shawn did clarify that he was 19, so he wasn't totally underage. Shawn was up next. He surprised us both by saying, "Never have a ever had gay sex in a storm on a picnic table." He was smiling from ear to ear when he caught us off guard. But soon we were all laughing. Shawn said, "It was pretty hot actually. I'm not gonna lie, I jerked off while watching you guys." I asked, "Have you ever tried it? I mean, sex with a man?" Shawn sheepishly looked away, and answered, "I guess you could say I've tried it. I mean, in Scouts and stuff, you know how it is. Young honry guys out in the wilderness sleeping in tents together, it's a recipe for experimenting. I wouldn't mind trying it again...like right now." I was hard in an instant, and I looked over at Marcus who was also at full mast. Shawn was staring intently at my cock, then moved his gaze to Marcus' erection. His eyes were like a deer staring at headlights. I reached over and grabbed the back of Shawn's head and guided his mouth toward Marcus' cock with one hand and with the other hand I placed Marcus' hard tool against Shawn's lips, smearing his precum on his mouth. That was all the encouragement Shawn needed to slide that big beautiful straight cock down his throat. I was surprised at how easily he could deep-throat and complimented him on the feat. Shawn pulled off long enough to say, "No gag reflex," before he went back to bobbing up and down on Marcus' huge cock. He didn't need my hands to guide him any longer so I got up, got behind his gorgeous bubbly ass and dove tongue first into his hole. It was tight as hell. I was working his hole with my tongue as best I could and gently started to penetrate him with my fingers. Man, this guy was tight but I kept up my work on his hole until I was able to get three fingers inside him. I was again leaking precum and couldn't stand it any longer. I got up and focused my cockhead directly onto his hole and began to insert my hardness into him. Bareback of course. He gave no objections so I kept entering him until I was balls deep. Did I mention how incredibly tight he was. I wasn't sure how long I could last. Shawn moaned around Marcus' cock when I bottomed out, he pulled off Marcus and groaned, "Fuuuuck. I've never had someone go all the way, the most I ever got was an inch or two. You feel amazing. I can't describe what you're making my insides feel like. Please fuck my ass. Make it yours." I think we've unwittingly discovered a natural bottom whore. I started taking long hard strokes in and out of Shawn's young bubble butt. Watching his hole stretch around my thick shaft at the base. I wasn't going to last much longer. I'm basically taking his virginity and the sensations are too much. I start pounding into his ass and say,"You're gonna make me cum. I'm going to flood your ass with my nut boy." He had his ass in the air as I rammed it while his head was in Marcus' lap mumbling, "Cum in me. Blow that load in my hole. Put it where it's supposed to be." I erupted. My cock swelled up and blasted his bowels with my cum. I was breeding this virgin slut. I flooded his ass with a huge load. I gently pulled out and his hole closed back tightly, keeping my load deep inside him. Shawn stood up, this was the first time I saw his cock. It was about 5 inches long, a respectable girth but it was hard a rock. It looked like it was filled with a steel pipe and it was slick with his own precum. I was still hard too, I can cum multiple times without going limp. I asked Shawn if he'd like a break. He replied, "Hell no, that was amazing, and I'm still horny. I need more cock." He stepped up onto the picnic table and straddled Marcus' giant cock and began to lower himself on it. Marcus immediately said, "WAIT!" I interrupted by quickly climbing up on to the table and stuffing my cock in Marcus' mouth. I gently stroked his face and said, "Look at him. Shawn needs your cock. Nothing is going to stop him from milking you dry, see how much he loves it? Let him make you cum. He's not asking any questions, he's here to get fucked, okay Marcus?" He hesitantly shook his head "yes," as Shawn rode his cock like a bitch in heat. Shawn's head was arched back, his eyes closed as he pistoned himself up and down on Marcus' toxic tool. Shawn wrapped his hand behind Marcus' neck and rode a wave of passion and pleasure. He incoherently mumbling and groaning, "yes oh god yes, fuck yes. Fuck my hole. I want your load so bad. Shoot your cum out of that huge cock deep in my boy pussy." His body tensed up and his stone hard cock looked like it was about to burst. He began to blast his load all over Marcus. Shawn yelled, "FUUUCK! Breed my hole! Oh shit! I'm still cumming!" He shot another volley of boy jizz out of his iron erection. This was the final straw for Marcus, he went off. He was shooting his load deep into Shawn. Depositing his cum along with mine. Shawn became more relaxed. He was relieved. He quickly gathered his things and got dressed. The rain was light now. He hastily said how hot it was, and how much he loved it. He thanked us again and again for making his dream cum true. I tried to get his number but he rushed away too quickly. Marcus and I were left alone again. He looked at me and shook his head saying, "Why'd you do that? You know I haven't been on my meds and you didn't let me tell him my status." Marcus, one thing you're going to learn one of these days is that sometimes when a gay man, has to have cock and be filled with cum, there's no stopping him. I saw that in Shawn. He wanted everything we gave him. Marcus and I had more adventures in the following months which I hope to share with you. But about 4 months after breeding Shawn, I got a text from an unknown number. It read, "Hey, I don't know if you remember me but it's Shawn. We met in the park during a bad storm and I wanted to tell you that you and your friend opened up a whole new world to me. I can't thank you enough. I came out to everyone, I feel more free, and I just got on PrEP so that I can enjoy more of what you two gave me. I got your number from the tag on your backpack, I hope you don't mind and I hope maybe we could all meet up again soon." I replied that we would love to breed him again. I showed Marcus the text and he was relieved that he hadn't given Shawn HIV, and he was also very eager to fuck him again, as was I. Author's Note: I hope this chapter makes up for the previous chapter. I realize that portion of the story may not be everyone's cup of tea, so I hope I have made amends to those who may have been disappointed with it.

The oak planks beneath my feet felt solid even though the ship rocked to and fro. The Captain had sent for me, so as I made my way from his cabin under the sterncastle to the forecastle and the front of the ship I had to try to maintain my balance while avoiding my fellow crewmates. Well, OK, maybe I was not a part of the crew yet - at least in their eyes. I was too young, too inexperienced, too pampered and formerly rich to be a pirate. Plus I was the Captain’s boy - his ship wife if you will - although I had not been a boy in age for a few years according to my father. Yet having celebrated my 18th birthday just a few weeks prior to the pirates capturing the ship I was on and slaughtering most of the crew, I still often like a child in my new surroundings. Sea spray matted my hair and once I climbed the forecastle steps, and the Captain dismissed his Quartermaster - he roughly guided the wet wisps of matted blond hair off my face. He then pushed me to my knees, unbuttoned his silk britches and had me take his sugar stick in my mouth. He loved being watched and loved even more shooting his salty seed into my mouth while standing on the forecastle, his arms crossed, pretending he was the ultimate master in his foppish silk, colored clothes. The Captain’s clothing choices always made my eyes hurt as he relished the brightest colors and the shiniest silks. Yet underneath his peacock attire, was a tall, well built man with muscles earned by years at sea and a demeanor that was rough, brutal, and used to taking what he wanted, when he wanted it - including my mouth and arse. Once the Captain had filled my mouth, I swallowed, cringing at the bitter taste. I had learned quickly there was punishment to be had if I spit it out, so hiding my grimace, I took it, and then as he stepped back and buttoned up as I left him on the forecastle. These displays always brought unwanted attention to me and while I made my way back to the sterncastle and the cabin the powder monkeys and others whooped and cawed like a cackle of black birds at my passing. In the cabin I reached for the bottle of rum that was dangling by its neck from a rope in the mid-beam timber. I gulped once - the fire burning my throat - then again and swished it around to remove the foul taste. I had tilted the bottle up for a third swig when a voice said, “You know there are better things to be swallowing.” I turned and sighed as I looked upon the Quartermaster. He was so different than any man I had ever known, or any other man on the ship for that matter. In size, he was a good four or five hands taller than the rest and just as thick and wide. His skin was black as London coal and mottled with the scars of battles past - each worn as a badge of honor and medallion of victory. The Quartermaster, or Sir - I don’t know his true name as when asked he just said Sir - was the real power on the ship. The Captain pranced around and hollered and demanded and the crew would say, “Aye Capt’n”, and then would look to the Quartermaster for the simple nod or shake of his head that would either affirm or change the orders. There were several dark men of the islands on the ship’s crew and when I first expressed my surprise that he held the rank and position he did, Sir just chuckled and said, “It is not unknown for someone like me to serve the black flag. We all wish the same thing do we not?” I had seen my share of the atrocities done to men like him in my few short years and was honestly grateful to the Father Above that Sir had found his place in this world. “I saw you coming back from the bow and your morning feeding,” Sir chuckled. I scowled at his humor, wiped the last swig of rum from my lips, and knew better than to state what I was really thinking. He continued, “I figured you would need something warm, sweet, and filling to settle your stomach, so I held my morning water and instead of sloshing down the quarter gallery figured I would let it slosh around in your mouth.” Sir quickly loosened his canvas britches and let them drop to the floor as he steadied himself with his left hand against the timber frame. The ship rocked and I stumbled as I made my way over to him, but got on my knees and held firm against his thighs as the first hot droplets of nectar kissed my lips. I quickly open my mouth and began to gulp the hot waters he fed me. His dick head was large, dark, and ripe like the giant plums I used to snitch from our neighbor’s garden when I was a child. First thing in the morning he tasted just as wonderful. Not sweet - not bitter - but like wild venison dipped in fig sauce coated with the frothy green foam that seeped from it’s eye like from the churning of small waves against the hull. Sir was my Neptune - my king of the sea. I think Sir had been holding his water all night as he really filled me up. Once I was sure he was done, I stood up, licked my lips, and gave him a smile, as I knew what would come next. I made my way to the Captain’s desk and shoved a pile of maps and papers to the side. Sir walked up behind me and slid his calloused hands under my canvas shirt, up my sides, and then grabbed my chest hard. “TELL ME YOU WANT MY PEGO. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU. TELL ME YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR ARSE, TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir demanded. I had never heard such words and talk until I was taken by the pirates and even then I had to figure out what some things meant like ‘pego’, which was his tackle or manhood. Oh I had heard my father and others refer to their manhood but never imagined I would welcome another man bloody buggering me with his like I did Sir or that I would enjoy risking my eternal life as a bloody Sodomite. While I enjoyed taking him, feeling him push in, pull out, and then grant me his seed, I was also grateful. He saved me - quite literally on that first day. As Sir took me from behind, rough and deep, those memories came back. Our attempt to evade the dark ship that stalked over the horizon; the fighting and screams and blood; the death and pillaging. A group of the pirate crew had me cornered in my cabin and were arguing over whether to gut me, ransom me, or use me like a wench - or all three - when the Quartermaster showed up. He looked me up and down, barely acknowledging my nakedness, then barked to his crew that I was to be protected and kept safe as the Captain was in need of a cabin boy to replace the last one who had died of fever, so I would have to do. As one of the three top men on the ship, by rights, Sir could use me just as the Captain and the Bos’n did. The Captain and Bos’n wasted no time and spent my first night as pirate booty rutting on me like brutal wild animals. The Bos’n especially liked rutting me like a wild boar. He was a filthy beast and just as hairy and smelly as any boar I had seen but his tusk - well I have to admit his big tusk felt awful good banging my arse open and I knew I pleased him as he grunted loudly whenever he wet my insides. Yet, while I enjoyed his man tar coating my insides, it was the tar that often coated his hands that was the worst. The filthy man never washed and while my skin and flesh toughened up from the beatings his tar-covered hands and sticks gave me, the taste of his fingers being jammed in my mouth to suck on as he rutted always left my insides heaving like the worst storm. Tar belongs on the timbers and oaks, not in my mouth! “MY POX IS DRIPPING FROM YOUR CUNNY - MAKING IT ALL HARD FOR YOU! TELL ME YOU WANT ME IN YOUR CUNNY! TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX!” Sir said, breaking my memories and focusing me back on the moment. The heat and pain he caused when he entered me were either the coal fires of Hell burning my soul or the Fire Sword of the Angel Gabriel protecting me. His manhood was massive, but the burning it caused was nothing compared to the wonder he stirred and the feelings of pleasure he gave me when he let me serve him like this. From the moment he saved me, Sir showed me kindness and mercies. Small things really I guess, but in this world, they were huge. A kind word, an extra crust of bread, a firm but gentle touch on the shoulder, a new canvas shirt when the bloodied, torn, and ruined shirt I had when captured became nothing more than nesting fodder for the ship’s mice and rats. Between satisfying the desires of the Captain, the Bos’n, and trying to learn my duties so I didn’t get slapped, kicked, or beat for disobedience, I had little time to wonder about the quiet, scary looking Quartermaster. That is until one morning a few weeks in after the Captain had buggered me and left me in his cabin, naked, afraid, and confused. Sir had come in to look at the charts but paused when he saw me on the floor huddled against the desk. I stood up, afraid I would get beat if I did not offer, so I bent over the desk and waited. Sir’s breathing got labored; the oak creaked with each step as he stepped closer. Gently he ran a finger down the ridges on my back left by the Bos’n. I was shaking and expected him to just take me. The air crackled like a storm was approaching and the hairs on my arms raised, my flesh dimpled; yet Sir held back and just said, “I’ll come back shortly. Take what time you need. I believe the Captain will be wanting his spyglass.” That evening, when taking the Captain’s dinner tray back to the galley to the cook, I paused just long enough to accept an apple from a small linen bag he had sitting on the counter. His toothless grin when he handed it to me was all the explanation he could give having no tongue with which to speak. I nodded and smiled in appreciation and tucked it under my shirt. The Captain was fast asleep by now and the watch was late, so I stayed in the shadows to avoid the few men that were up as I made my way to the Quartermaster's cabin. I tapped the stout wooden door with my finger, not wanting to make noise knowing how it could carry in the ship. I tapped again, the door latch creaked, the door cracked open, and the Quartermaster held out the metal lamp to see who had need of him. The lamp swayed back and forth as its faint light, cast by the stub of a single candle, let him see enough to know it was I. He opened the door, I stepped in, the door closed, latched, and I shivered with a chill like from a cold winter’s morning. “Are you OK? Is the Captain OK? What’s happened?” The Quartermaster said with a tinge of anxiousness in his voice. “Quart...Quartermaster, Sir, I….” He gently laid his hand on my quaking shoulder, “Just Sir. Just call me Sir. It’s OK boy, begin again.” I really didn’t know what to say so I just reached into my shirt, pulled out the small apple and held it up for him to see. A gift. A token. A thanks. Sir smiled, stepped to the back of his cabin, hung his lamp on the small hook by his bunk, and sat on the edge. It was then I realized he was completely naked. The small flames and the light of the moon reflected off the calm seas cast dancing shadows over his night skin and I was mesmerized. He casually shifted his long, thick manhood off his left thigh and patted his bunk, “Come. Sit with me and share this bounty. Did Cook give this to you? You did not steal it did you? You must know that taking things - stealing - is a severe punishment.” I thought that was a funny sort of thing for a pirate to say, but I had also seen they had some weird rules - known and unknown - so I held my tongue and just nodded. Sir pulled a knife that was jammed into the side timbers out, held up the apple, and cut a thick slice off and handed it to me. The juice dripped across his thigh and onto my hand and I laughed in delight as I figured the apple would have been dry and nothing more than a husk. I eagerly chewed it and swallowed and Sir did the same. He shared another piece with me, then a couple more. With the apple’s flesh consumed and nothing left but the seeds and toughest bit of the core, Sir jammed the knife back into the timber, looked at me, then reached out and with a tenderness I had not known from even my own father, gently wiped the smalls bits and juice from the corners of my mouth and lip. His face was mostly shadows as he licked his fingers clean. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and firmly grasped his stiff manhood and gasped in wonder at its size and warmth and his aching need. He squeezed my wrist painfully, “DON’T,” he hissed. With all my strength I slid my hand up, then down, feeling the slickness of his manhood, the roughness of the skin rash and chancres, the wetness of the pustules as they seeped open onto my hand. Was that why he had never wanted me? I let him shift my hand away from his body and smiled as I held my coated hand to my face and inhaled. The smell clung to my nostrils, filled my throat, made my chest clench, and only increased my hunger. I stood up and Sir watched me in confusion as I pulled my canvas shirt and britches off. My eyes locked with his as I kneeled before him, grasped his pox timber with both hands, and guided it to my mouth. BY THE SAINTS HE TASTED WONDERFUL! Sir’s manhood pulsed and twitched with every flick of my tongue, depositing a stew of sweat, pox juice, man dripping, and more. I moaned as I suckled on the tip, drinking him up, pleasuring him with a small kindness. Sir’s head was back, his mouth open, his hand’s gripping the side of the bunk as I stroked his shaft, mouthed the tip, and cupped his balls. I had to feel him inside me, but I knew he was too big. I would not be able to take him like I did the Captain and Bos’n. I stopped my work, stood up, climbed onto the bunk and wedged myself between the bulkhead wall and Sir’s back. He twisted, looked at me, then turned his body and lay on the bunk beside me - his face to mine - his shaft pressing in need against my body. Sir’s face was all dark shadows now, so I gently ran the fingers of my left hand over his head, down his jaw line, across the crooked bridge of his nose, to his mouth. When I withdrew my fingers from his lips he slid his right arm over my back, pulled me tightly towards him and began kissing me with burning intensity. The Captain and Bos’n had never kissed me. No man had. They had only used my mouth in other ways. This - this was so different, so… Back in the present, Sir had withdrawn his shaft from my backside and was using the long nails on his right hand to scratch and claw at me like a mountain lion gutting a lamb, “YOU WANT ME TO STOP?” Sir asked, knowing full well I would never ask that. “I WANT TO SEE THAT CUNNY SWOLLEN - RED - OVERFLOWING WITH MY POX. I WANT THAT CUNNY RIPE FOR MY SEED - SWELLING AS I FILL YOU UP!” Sir slammed back into my now even bloodier arse. That first night, after he had kissed me and explored every inch of my body with his hands, our sweaty bodies entangled, was the first time I had felt safe. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, fear, unknown of the past weeks was swept away with the tides. I had an anchor now. An anchor that would hold me steady through whatever storm may blow. “Please, please go inside me,” I asked Sir. He stroked the side of my head, “You don’t know what you are asking. I can’t. I musn’t.” I guided his hand from my head down between my legs so he could feel how wet and moist my body was. I let go, flipped over so my back was now to him, and lifted my right leg up and back exposing my hole. Sir sucked in a lung full of breath like the hiss of an adder snake about to strike. I nestled my head in the crook of his left arm, scooted my body back a little so I was firmly pressed against him. His choice now was to either enter me or let me push him off the bunk. OK, well maybe I could not have pushed him off because he is a lot bigger than me, but still, in that moment, I didn’t know how else to ask him to give me what I needed. “FUCK ME SIR!” I begged as I pushed my ass back onto his swollen rod, using the rocking motion of the ship to harpoon me like a fish. Sir obliged, fucking me with a roughness I would come to love and need. While over the course of the past months he had fucked me in just about every place imaginable on the ship, his favorite was still having me bent over the Captain’s desk. The stains of red, pox, and arse left on the oak floors was one more reminder for the Captain of who was really in charge. I arched my back as Sir grabbed my right leg and hefted it higher. He began stabbing at my puckered flesh with his fingers; his nails scraping my skin away like the barnacles that clung to the ship’s hull. This was a pain I wanted. This was a pain I had to have. His fingers found their mark and my body stiffened and I cried out. Sir cupped his left hand over my mouth to silence me and while the beating of my heart pounded in my ears as the waves pounded the planks of the bulkhead, Sir continued to create the wetness he needed. I could tell from the tenseness of his body he was going to take me. All doubt was erased when, with two fingers firmly buried in me like gill hooks and he whispered, “TELL ME YOU WANT THIS - TELL ME YOU WANT MY POX. I HAVE TRIED TO BE KIND AND GENTLE WITH YOU. WHY OR WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DO THIS? WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME DESIRE THIS?” I moaned in pleasure as Sir’s fingers dug at the nub in my arse, making it swell and oil up. I could feel his fingers getting slicker. “I WANT IT,” I said with all the effort I could muster. “TAKE ME MY LORD. I AM YOUR HUMBLE SERVANT SIR. AT YOUR GRACE AND MERCY MY MASTER GIVE ME YOUR SEED.” I yelped as Sir clamped his hand back over my mouth and forced his pox meat into my arse. The slickness let him slide in a bit, but then he caught up like a wayward ship running a-shoal. Before my body and mind could process the intense burning and pain he had inflicted, in one motion he pulled me closer, rolled his body onto mine, pressed my head firmly into the molded straw of the bunk’s padding and boarded me as he buried himself deep inside me. Lighting flashed bright and white behind my closed eyes as Sir pushed into me deeper and deeper. My body instinctively tensed and tried to push out the invader to no avail. All at once my resistance gave way and the deluge of his pox manhood began. Wave after wave of pox seed crashed and churned inside me. Sir pumped and pumped to expel it all and I took it. At the time it felt like he had spent an entire night’s watch filling me up, but I know that cannot be. “TAKE MY POX - THAT’S IT - OPEN THAT CUNNY UP - TAKE IT ALL - HARLOT CUNNY FOR ME!” Sir exclaimed as he filled me with his morning blessing. Far too soon his shrinking manhood slid from inside me. I quickly knelt and lapped up the sticky, pox remnants left on his mast and once I was done, I stood up, hefted my canvas britches up, looked at Sir, and knowingly asked, “SEE YOU TONIGHT?” (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

"The story starts off with a girl, which I know you don't want to hear about" ... hey, this IS the "Straight & Bi Fiction" forum. Of COURSE we want to hear about it.

Barely a moment later I was sucking on the bear’s thick dick, pressing my nose into his hairy stomach while I tried to swallow as much of his dick as I could. I loved to suck cock, and it was definitely helping me keep my mind off the small pile of toys on the bed beside me. I knew we had a fixed amount of time, so I put my expert cocksucking skills to their best use, tonguing under his foreskin and gripping the shaft of his dick with one hand so I could control taking him as deep as I could. Above me, the man rumbled deep in his chest. “You are an eager boy, aren’t you?” he said. I came up for air, just for a second. “I like to suck.” In the back of my mind, I hoped to get him off, maybe. I went back to work, enjoying the sweaty taste of his skin and how hard he grew in my mouth. His hands gripped my hair, tight, and he started to buck his dick into my mouth. “Oh, that’s a pretty mouth,” he growled. “And talented, too.” Then he suddenly shoved me back off his dick, his cock springing from my mouth and slapping up against his stomach with a wet spray of spit. I gasped. “Now,” he said. “Open that mouth wide.” I tried not to shake, and did as I was told. He reached over - still holding my head in one hand - and then put the round rubber ball into my mouth. Once he liked where it was, he nodded. “Bite down,” he said. I bit down. He reached around me with both hands, pulling the strap over my head, and then let go. He smiled down at me. “On your stomach,” he said. I rolled over, trembling. He took my hands behind my back and I felt the cuffs connect and click behind my back. Then he rolled me over again onto my back - my hands and arms felt awkward and uncomfortable behind me - and smiled down at me. “Lean up,” he said. I did my best, and he leaned over me with the blindfold. His hairy body was already a little wet with sweat and I could smell him as the black cloth slid over my eyes. And then I could see nothing. He rolled me again onto my stomach, and then pulled at my ankles to slide me further down to the edge of the bed. As my waist tipped over the edge, I managed to catch the floor with my feet and I felt him come up between my legs, the heat of his skin against the inside of my thighs. He reached over me - some of his hairy stomach and chest pressed against my bound arms for a moment - and then there was a click as he opened the bottle of lube. “Shame you vetoed the paddle,” he said, his voice conversational. I heard him squirt some lube, assumedly into his hand. “I’d love to bugger this ass once it was nice and red. It’s still a little sore, though, isn’t it?” I tried to answer, but my voice wasn’t understandable behind the ball gag. I settled on nodding. He chuckled behind me, and there was another squirt of lube, and then his fingers stroked between my ass cheeks, near my pucker. The cool liquid dripped onto my hole. “You look great like this,” he said. “Blindfolded. Slick. Ass a bit sore. Gagged and cuffed… Oh yes, it’s a good look for you.” He paused, his fingers rubbing the lube around my pucker, and then there was another squirt that he poured right into the cleft of my ass, pushing his fingertip just a little inside me. I squirmed. “If I had my way, I’d paddle that ass red, then eat it. From what I’m told, you like having your ass eaten. I’d paddle it, eat it…” Every time he was saying “it” he was rubbing his finger a little further into my ass. “And paddle it again. Get you so hot you’d be crying for relief. And you know what relief feels like?” His hands gripped my thighs, and his slick cock began to rub up and down between my ass cheeks. I pictured the small pile of toys and remembered the lube, condom, and the paddle, and how the paddle - and the condom - had ended up tossed aside. “Relief is when I finally get inside you, and you know you’re going to get fucked, and fucked good.” His hands slid up my sides and he leaned heavily over me, his hairy bulk pressing against my bound wrists and forearms, and his hands slid beneath me, sliding up to my chest, and in each hand he took one of my nipples and then squeezed just shy of painful. I made a noise into my gag, and he laughed. “Yeah, you didn’t want the nipple clamps, either, did you, boy?” He chuckled again, squeezing harder, and twisting a little. I twisted under him, unable to move or get away. “They’re a lot like the paddle,” he said, and as he spoke, he pulled away, once again rubbing his dick up and down between my ass cheeks, holding my waist and standing behind me. He tugged on me a bit, and I was hanging further off the bed now, my dick swinging free. “Gets you all sore, and then the relief comes. And what’s the relief?” I made another inarticulate noise into the gag. “That’s right, boy, the relief is getting fucked. I like to take hours, you understand. But we’re on a schedule here. But just know, if you ever want to get done right, I’ll do you.” He leaned over me again, and this time his lips were right near my ear, the heat of his hairy body pressed against mine. “Because me and my man, we like boys like you. First date we ever had, we brought home a boy like you. I broke that boy’s ass with my paddle while my man watched, and then that boy got a double dose of relief from us.” He pushed away again, and rubbed his dick up against me. I moaned, unable to help myself. “Oh, if I had more time,” he said. “But.” With a swiftness that I wasn’t expecting, he sank the full length of his cock into my ass. His hands were vices on my waist. I bellowed into the gag, as much from surprise as from the sudden heat of his cock driving into me, but the noise wasn’t much more than a grunt with the gag in the way. “Oh, that’s a sweet fucking sound,” the bear said, and he pulled his cock out and then rammed the length of it back in again. Even half aware of what he was going to do, I cried out again. And again. And again. After a half-dozen times, he leaned over me, his dick buried up my ass, and I felt my blindfold grow wet with the tears that were leaking from my eyes. His scent was stronger now, and I was puffing in my breath through my nose. “Boy, you are a sweet fucking piece of ass.” His hands took my wrists and he pulled hard, making me curl up a bit with my stomach, and he pulled me toward him while he thrust into my ass with short, deep shoves. I grunted and moaned, trapped by his strength and the handcuffs. “I will use every minute I’ve got with you,” he said, and he ground into me again, letting go of my wrists and then pushing into me hard, pulling my legs wider apart and gripping my waist for a series of even strokes. “Oh, I’d keep you for-fucking-ever… live inside you…” Despite myself, his words were making my head spin. My dick, only half-hard up until now, started to grow harder. “I’d have a hard time sharing you, I think…” He said, and one hand crept up the small of my back with a series of thrusts as he leaned further and further over me, his cock battering me inside in a way that was making me groan in a different way now. “I think I could keep you for myself. But me and my man, we share always. Always the once, and then we kick the boy to the curb.” His pace lengthened, then shortened. He gripped me harder, then slid his hands down and released me, thrusting with his own body weight, only to then lean right over me and push me higher up on the bed. The entire time, he was speaking to me, telling me what a hot piece of ass I was, or how he liked to fuck boys like me, or how he loved the sound I was making. When he reached around my waist and found me hard, for two delicious strokes he even jerked me before letting go. “Yeah, you’re an eager fucking whore of a boy, aren’t you?” I groaned in frustration, wishing he would jerk me until I came. I so desperately wanted to come. It seemed like hours had passed, with me blindfolded and bound, only able to feel and smell what he was doing to me, and so aroused I could scream - I had no idea I could feel this good being spoken to in such an ugly way. “You know why we only share the once, boy?” he said, and he leaned all the way over me, gripping my head with both hands, ramming me deep. I made a noise that could have been anything. “Because one of us ruins him for the other, you see.” I didn’t see, but his cock was ruthless, still pounding me. I made more noises. “One of us fills the boy with dirty fucking cum, is what I mean.” The image of him tossing the condom aside flashed in my mind, lost in the blackness of the blindfold. I grunted and shifted, but I couldn’t do anything confined beneath him. He continued to thrust into me. My head spun, and his rough hand slid between my thighs and he felt me - I was rock hard - and laughed. “Yeah, you’re a whore, aren’t you boy?” He thrust harder, and I cried out again, so unsure, so turned on, so terrified - everything at once. “Here you go, boy,” he growled, and his hand left my dick and he pulled on my waist hard, twisting me onto my side and then onto my back. He pulled first one leg then the other over his hairy wide shoulders and he pressed both hands into my chest and fucked me harder than before. I whimpered, losing my breath like a bellows being pressed over and over again. Outside, I heard the bell that let me know the time was up, and I cried out just as the big hairy man unloaded deep inside my ass. He pressed on top of me as I felt both hot surges in my hole, and he lay there, grinding his dick into me while I whimpered, pinned beneath him, still bound, still gagged, still blind. Then his beard tickled my ear. “I always go first,” he said, and his tongue licked my ear. “That way my man can ruin the boy after I’ve had my fun.” He undid my wrists, and I lay there for a moment, stunned, until I heard the door open. “Hurry up,” he said, and then the door closed. I pulled off the blindfold and managed to get the gag off, putting them on the bed and sitting there as the hairy bear’s cum leaked out of my ass onto the bed. I was breathing so heavily I was seeing stars. Then I saw the card on the bed beside me. The two of clubs. Oh God. I only had thirteen.