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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

I would tell my teenage self to not hide who I really am. To transition as soon as possible and to live my best life as a meth whore.

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.

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.

This is strikingly similar to what I'm going through at the moment for about the past 10 or 11 days. Savagely sore throat, mild to moderate body aches, but just wiped out exhausted... for about three days, then a couple of days less so, then again hitting me hard. This cycle has gone round for the past week and a half and I'm in a rough phase right now. It's weird. No fever/chills, night sweats, rash (but a few weird body itches) or anything like that, and I tested negative for Covid, so yeah, could be a regular flu I guess, but also Starting to wonder if this is it, the thing itself...?

Cheating happens - all men are whores. Don't hold grudges - find another top or bottom to enjoy as soon as possible. Develop a range of fuckbuds - it's not likely one man can satisfy all your needs + cravings. Travel as much as possible, while men are the same the world over there are local flavours / looks that are worth experiencing. Never use condoms. Stop jerking off - sex is better with at least one other person involved........

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....

Went on a4a and saw a cock pic near me. Nothing else, just a cock pic. Asked him to come breed me, quick pump n dump. He showed up within 5 minutes. Must be a neighbor! But I guess I'll never know since I was ass up, face down, when he loaded my hole and then took off.

Tops fuck you, flood your kunt with piss & seed & then you head straight for the toilet to clear it out, even worse, to go & douche. Respect goes both ways. To accept & immediately clean out shows gross disregard & disrespect for a Top who has CHOSEN YOU to fuck & leave his fluids in. Unless you have just arrived & not been loaded before, a big percentage of Tops expect to be fucking with multi loads inside. Particularly Poz tops who will almost certainly be expecting to breed a sloppy POZ cunt, already filled with multi loads of POZ piss & seed. As for me, nothing feels better than leaving a venue flooded with piss & seed, dribbling down my legs, soaking my jeans & with that delicious smell of dirty pig sex that screams to guys walking past, my kunts available to fuck & to eat out.

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.

Final Chapter Steve joined Shawn at the bar, making himself a drink and then rolled himself a joint (420) to smoke. Shawn and Steve talked about the fun they’d had the last few hours for a bit. Summer had gotten dressed and left while they were talking. Steve changed the topic a few minutes later. “So, how long have you been stealth pozzing?” He asked Shawn nonchalantly. Shawn froze for a minute. After catching his breath and reading the situation he realized Steve wasn’t mad. The way he was acting and his body language told him he was actually pretty chill. “Since I got it pretty much. Never went on meds. So maybe 3 years. How did you know? Those tests I provided are pretty much the real thing.” Shawn replied. Steve smiled mischievously. “The tests look totally legit, they didn’t give you away. But, I happen to know 2 guys you have stealthed. One was a friend, but he didn’t know your name or anything. Just told me what you looked like. I guess you told him you were on prep and he wasn’t. You were the only guy he’d been with ant the time he’d was knocked up. You ghosted him. ”The other was my ex and he in turn pozzed me. You fucked him at a bar like 2 months ago. He just tested beg. You were the only one he’d been with besides me since he tested. Just like my friend, he didn’t know your name but described you. I realized it was the same guy. “So I used some clues they gave and some stuff my friend said about your profile and managed to find you. I wanted to get poz babies from the source.” Shawn was amazed at the unlucky turn that lead to him poz 2 guys Steve knew so well. They lived in a city with millions of people, and he was always careful about it. But fucking and recharging a guy he gave hiv second hand was making him hard. “So you broke up with your boyfriend to get me? I don’t do boyfriends. Also why not just do a one on one and not involve the others?” Shawn asked. “No, I broke up with him because he was a dirty cheating loser. I had him on lock down the last 6 months before we broke up. I was tracking him, daily phone checks, never letting him out of my sight when we were out, him not going any where alone. He worked from home. ”I made us test when I put him on lock down and again 3 mints later. Both times we were negative. Then 2 weeks later you fuck him the one time I don’t follow him to the bathroom and a few week later he is poz and gives it to me. After this happened, despite my efforts, I decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. So I kicked him to the curb. ”I formed my plan. All the guys here tonight had at one point cheated with my boyfriend.frwnted they were all over 6 months ago before I locked him down, but I am a petty bitch and I keep receipts. Found them on the apps and used that to trick them here so I could have you help me poz them. And get my recharge from the source while I was at it. I am a devious little fag!” Steve winked as he finished explaining. Shawn was amazed at how far Steve had gone. He was also hard as a rock thinking about it! Finding a guy as kinky, piggy, and deviuos as him was rare. Steve was a hot fucker that just got even hotter to him. “I love it! Devil twinks are the best! I can’t wait to recharge that neg boy hole with my strain! Are you going to follow your poz sires lead and stealth poz others?” Steve put his drink down, stood up and walked to Shawn, sinking between his leges till his moth was dick levels. A mere inch from Shawn’s super hard massive poz dick. “Yes daddy, I plan on give you more heirs!” With that be took Shawn’s 8.5 in dick balls deep down his throat. He clearly had no gag reflex. He proceeded to give Shawn the best head he had ever had. Shawn had to use all his control not to nut down his boy’s throat. After several minutes Shawn pulled Steve up, pushed him against the bar, bent his knees and pulled his ass out at the perfect height, and slide his monster raw toxic cock balls deep into Steve in one go. He was not gentle, he did not care how good it felt for Steve. He was rock hard and wanted to claim that ass! Make it truly his. His dick was so hard it almost hurt. He pounded deep and fast. All while Steve moaned for his poz dick and toxic cum. Steve’s hole has loosened up and was wet with cum and lube. A loud smack sound filled the air each time Shawn hit home. Moans and dirty talk flew. Finally, after 20 minutes of hard pounding Shawn exploded balls deep in his poz boy! Recharging him with his strain. “Thats it faggot boy. Take your poz daddies toxic seed! Feel it recharge your ass!” Shawn told him as he came. Shawn pulled out, pushed Steve to his knees. “Suck that daddy dick clean boy! Taste all the loads in your hole! That’s it suck it clean fag!” Steven jerked his dick and shot his toxic babies all over the floor as he sucked his daddy’s dick clean! Shawn pulled Steve up and kissed him hard. They continued to make out and play with each other as they went to the shower to clean off. Neither came again that day, but it was safe to say they came together many times in the future! The End ——- I hope everyone enjoyed the story. I can’t believe how long it took me to complete it, but I truthfully forgot about it for a while, lol.

I did my best to find the same thrill in the antics with my housemates for the next two weeks, but it was sapping my spirit pretending I was into it all as I had once been. I had to resort to imagining I was with Harry, Sid or these friends of theirs while one of my friends was working out my hole, just to get as excited as they would expect me to be without suspecting something was up. But something was up. I had experienced sex that truly did something for me, and I knew that it was not just the risk factor as it felt like I would still want to be completely used by random, older, possibly sick men even when I inevitably converted. I had found my calling, and even increased my workout regimen to make sure I had the maximum virile appeal as possible for the next meet-up. At some level I didn’t want to convert. Not that I was having any second thoughts about it, but more that I didn’t want to miss out on any of the sordid adventures Harry and Sid would no doubt organise for me while I was still a spring chicken yet to be plucked, as it were. I wasn’t sure if they would lose interest once the deed was done, but I suspected it was a possibility. As such, as unlikely as it seemed given how infested they both must be with the virus and all the lengths they’d gone to in order to make me more susceptible, I still hoped that it hadn’t taken just yet. Eventually the two weeks was up, and I headed back to Harry and Sid’s. Harry had messaged to say that we would indeed be going to one of their friend Omar’s parties, which had been hastily arranged in my honour, but he thought it best if I came to theirs first for some pre-gaming drinks and to make sure my bike was securely stored for the night. Sid would then drive us all over to Omar’s place on the other side of the city. This all sounded sensible, so I rode over to their place, got the bike locked behind the side gate, and then joined them out on their patio for some cocktails and cigarettes. Where it had been unseasonably warm on my last visit, there was a definite nip in the air this time so I was glad of my choice of fleece-lined jogging bottoms, tank top, long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie. It was great to see them again, though I was maybe a tad disappointed the pre-gaming did not extend to a bit of pre-breeding as well. Perhaps sensing this, Sid assured me that I would get all the cock I needed and more that night, and they would also be very happy to have me in their bed when we got back later. He went on to say that Omar liked to have very first dibs on new attendees at his parties, so they were going to respect that and wait their turn. I asked if it was a problem that Marcus and Liam had both bred me even after I had showered and got ready meaning some of their cum was definitely still in there, which caused them both to laugh heartily before Harry noted that Omar would thoroughly enjoy knowing his cock was being lubed by the seed of another couple of hot jocks. I chuckled at that, wondering what the boys would think. Anyway, after Harry and I had got a little merrier, and with Sid wanting the chance to actually have a drink at some point, we headed out to his car and set off. It was a bit of a drive round the ring road, and then we entered a quiet area of mostly semi-detached houses. We pulled up outside a fully detached one, and then got out of the car and went up to the front door. When it was opened, Omar turned out to be a similarly aged and thin man, and he welcomed us with a big smile. “Hello young man” he said to me. “You are very welcome indeed.” “Thank you sir” I replied, nervously smiling at him. “Do come in!” Omar said, standing aside and holding his arm out to direct us inside. The house smelled smoky and a bit spicy, and went I followed Sid into the living room there turned out to be seven other men there, all older, all drinking, some smoking cigarettes. “Evening gents” said Sid. “The guest of honour is here!” Everyone stopped talking and stared at me, which made me feel very self-conscious but also extremely excited. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, and decided I should go one better. I pulled off my hoodie, and then with a few whistles being emitted by the group, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt so I was just in my tank top. I walked to the centre of the room, and then slowly rotated on the spot while flexing a little. My heart was pounding, but the whistles and whoops from all the old men around me was exciting. “Alright lads” called Harry, while laughing, “calm down and let’s get the boy a drink or two before we let you loose on him.” While everyone else was sitting on the many sofas and armchairs around the room, I perched on a stool in a spot where they could all see me properly. I lit up a cigarette after Omar gave me a glass of champagne, and then actually managed to have a few conversations with everyone there. As Harry and Sid had been, they were particularly interested to hear about life in the student house, with more than a couple of them commenting that I should bring some of my housemates with me next time. I joked that I would ask them, while a little part of my brain wondered whether any of them would actually be up for something like this, even if they got themselves on PrEP first. Anyway, after a few drinks and cigarettes, Omar suggested we could maybe get proceedings underway. I was sufficiently lubricated with champagne to not feel any nerves by this point, so I readily followed his lead out into the garden and down to a pretty sizeable outbuilding at the far end. The lights were already on, and when we went inside I found myself in a facility that made Harry and Sid’s playroom seem laughably under-equipped. It was a huge space that I guessed had once been a garage, and had numerous black leather sofas and armchairs in a large circle in the middle, and elsewhere there were a couple of slings and benches, mats, cushion-topped barrels, another of those St Andrew’s Cross frames, and a fully equipped bar. Masses of shelves and glass-fronted cupboards everywhere displayed all kinds of sex toys, leather gear, whips and all kinds of other things. “Fuck me” I said, taking it all in. “That’s what I intend to do” Omar whispered in my ear. He then steered me over to the middle of the sofa area, and I undressed while the other men all got themselves settled. By the time I was naked Omar was back from the bar area with a couple of bottles of champagne, and he gave me a small glass while topping up everyone else. I just stood, gyrating a little, waiting for Omar’s next move as I knew he would have the first go with me. In time the men started beckoning me over so they could touch and feel me, and it wasn’t long before one of them swallowed my cock. Then the next guy turned me round so he could plant his face between my cheeks. So it went on, until all of them including Harry and Sid had enjoyed a few minutes to appreciate my body. I had never felt so wanted in all of my life, and it was intoxicating. But, eventually, Omar came and took hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the centre of the space. “Gentlemen” he announced, “Harry and Sid have, I think we can all agree, outdone themselves tonight!” Cheers went up from everyone else, as Harry and Sid took comedic little bows. “But” said Omar, “we must now say something about Aaron here. Never have we had such a handsome young hunk in this room, and yet tonight here he is, willingly making himself our plaything for the night.” More cheers erupted, and Harry and Sid grinned at me as I blushed. “So” continued Omar, “the normal rules will apply. Everyone will pick a number from the hat, and the breeding of handsome Aaron here will go in that order once I’m done with him. Then, you’ll all be free to have whatever fun you want with him and each other. Clear?” Everyone nodded or raised their glasses to signal agreement. “Now, Aaron, I understand you’re here just to bottom, right?” Omar asked me. “Yes sir” I said. “Well, OK then, though some of the boys here are going to be disappointed to not be able to take a ride on that impressive member of yours” Omar said, chuckling. “As for the rest of you, that means you’ll need to be getting it from each other, but let’s try to make sure Aaron here goes home overflowing so maybe save your special loads for him.” The men cheered and chuckled. “Before we begin, Aaron” Omar said to me, “let’s just be clear about a few things.” “OK?” I said. “You’re neg?” “Yes sir” I replied. “You’re not on PrEP?” “No sir” I said. “And you know we’re all poz?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling at him. “Good” he said. “I know Harry and Sid have already got you started down this road, but tonight you’re going to be taken to a whole other level.” “I hope so sir” I said, causing the men to cheer. “Well” said Omar, smiling at me, “let’s get this underway.” He steered me towards one of the slings, which I turned around and hopped into. I raised up my feet and allowed him to put them into the hoops, and then I shuffled down until he was content with my position. He smiled down at me and reached out to rub my stomach muscles, before disappearing out of view and immediately starting to rim and finger my hole. “There’s cum in here” he said from his crouched down position. “Yeah, three of my housemates bred me before I set out” I said, causing a few of the guys on the sofas to chuckle. “Oh fuck yeah” growled Omar, as he stood up straight while pulling off his top, pushed his cock against my hole, and then propelled his entire length into me. “Oh fuck me!” I yelled out at the surprise of the sudden penetration, before immediately starting to groan as Omar went straight to a rapid pounding. I reached up and gripped the chains holding the sling, and after adjusting to the fuck, took to staring at the man who was inside me, encouraging him when we made eye contact, and otherwise looking at the small biohazard tattoo on the left side of his chest. Fuck, this is what I needed. I was a tall, muscled, 20 year old jock, I was willingly being fucked raw by a poz cock again, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I turned and looked at all the other men over on the sofas, and somehow my cock got even harder as I thought about how they were all going to be using me for hours tonight. If Harry and Sid’s initiation had not done the job, surely by the end of tonight I would be well on my way to conversion. Omar eventually reached climax, and I grinned at him as he pumped his load into me. He took some time to get his breath back, but eventually pulled his softening cock from me before pushing a couple of his fingers into my dripping hole and nicking me with his nails a bit. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he did this, meaning I knew it was deliberate but I didn’t care. Then he promptly withdrew his digits, walked round to the side of the sling, and presented those same fingers to me. I leaned forward and took them into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked on them as seductively as I knew how. “Good boy” he said, before taking his fingers away. “I am already looking forward to fucking you again later, but now it’s time for everyone else to have their turns.” “Yes sir” I said. Omar went over to the bar and picked up a bucket that he took to the sofas, and every other man there picked a piece of paper out of it that must have had a number on, not that I could see from where I was. Some of them groaned in frustration, presumably having to wait longer than others, and most of them reached for the champagne to top up their glasses. One guy, however, was already walking towards me with a big smile on his gaunt face. He pulled off his top as he approached to reveal a distinct pot belly, and I realised he must be as full-blown as Harry, if not more so. He wasted no time in ploughing into me, and I settled back for another frenetic fuck from a sick old man who could not believe I was there. All of them had their turns with me in the sling, though the fact that Omar checked with each of them if they wanted me somewhere else made it clear that they all wanted to look at my face and torso while they fucked me for the first time. I was quite happy with this too as it was turning me on no end watching these guys sweat and strain as they hammered away inside me. I even found myself thinking about the service I could provide to men like these up and down the land who all dreamed of rutting someone like me. I loved it, and resolved to keep myself in shape for as long as possible in the future. Once they were all done, Omar helped me get my legs down from the sling straps, and handed me a glass of champagne and a cigarette. I joined the guys for a few drinks and smokes while they worked themselves up for the next session, also giving me the opportunity to stretch out my limbs a bit after so long in the same position. Cum was continually dribbling out of me, but neither I nor anyone else there cared. We chatted, with me this time getting them to focus on regaling me with stories about the things they had got up to at these parties before. Some of it was pretty wild. The 18 year old twink who had spent the night locked in the sling and had converted a week later. The 45 year old married dad of three who had willingly blown up his life by spending several hours kneeling over the back of one of the sofas. The couple in their thirties who had enjoyed a couple of parties so that they were knocked up before their flamboyant gay wedding. The sugar daddy who had found out his boy was a chaser, wanted to be the one to knock him up before the lad was tempted to cheat any more than he was doing so already, and therefore needed to get himself pozzed. There were many other stories too, alongside the normal goings-on when the group just met up without any outsiders to have some fun together. Eventually their loins were stirring again, and Omar suggested it was time to get the second round going. He necked the last of his champagne, and then went over to one of the cabinets and took out something that seemed to be made of a lot of leather straps. He came over to me, and only once he held it up could I see roughly what it was. He got me to perch on the stool so he could reach my neck better, and put a thick padded collar at one end of the thing round my throat and fastened it behind. He then had me stand up with my back to him, and proceeded to fasten my wrists in successions in cuffs behind me that were attached by a strap to the collar. Once he was done my arms were securely in place, but not uncomfortably so. He shooed the guys off one of the sofa and helped me to kneel down on it and rest my chest on the back of it, deciding to then grab one of the cushions and put it under my chest to raise me up a bit and also make me more comfortable. He got me to spread my knees a little wider, and then I soon felt him begin to finger me before his face and tongue were in my arsecrack. He didn’t spend long there though, and after pulling me back a little he pressed his cock against my hole and slid in, using just the toxic cum in there as lube. As he began to fuck me again, one of the guys sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned my head to face him. “You like getting fucked boy?” he asked. “Yeah” I panted. “You like taking poz cock and cum in your hole, don’t you boy?” he continued, while starting to stroke his cock. “Fuck yeah” I said. “You know” he continued, “Harry and Sid carry the same strain, but everyone else has something different.” “Fuck yeah” I said again. “There’s gonna be quite a cocktail in your bloodstream by the end of tonight” he said, giving me an evil grin. “Even if you were on PrEP you might not have avoided a pozzing, and they’re gonna struggle to find you meds that work after this.” “Oh fuck” I said, my cock hardening even more. He watched me getting fucked for a couple more minutes, before getting up and going round to the back of the sofa. He presented his cock to me, and I opened my mouth to take it in. As I swallowed him, he put his hand on my shoulder to help me remain steady as I was fucked hard, given the bondage gear was preventing me from clinging on to the furniture myself. I closed my eyes and thought about how I had truly found my place in life, trussed up and vulnerable, being spit-roasted by two toxic cocks. I was sure that I was going to be experiencing everything that was on offer in that playroom, but thought that this would be hard to top. Omar eventually sped up and blew in me, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt another poz load being pumped into my hole. Omar then withdrew, prompting the guy in my mouth to do the same so he could take over at my rear end. Omar briefly had me lick his cock clean as the other man began his entry, but our host soon slumped down on the sofa next to me to get his breath back while the other guy began to pound into me. I turned my head so I could see the rest of the room while I was thrust back and forward, noticing that Harry and Sid were both in slings getting fucked by their friends, and someone else was down on a mat on all fours getting spit-roasted. Other guys were just walking around watching the action while they stroked their cocks, I suspected in anticipation of being next to take their second turn in me. I slightly zoned out at that point, watching all the old sick men having an orgy while I was being buggered, imagining how I was going to look by their age. Would I indeed be so toxic that I could not get medicated? Did I even want to suppress the virus once it overtook me? These thoughts filled my mind as I panted and rocked, loving the feel of the man inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly started to imagine some of my housemates in this scene. Marcus and Josh in the slings. Bailey strapped to the St Andrew’s Cross. Tony strapped down on the fuckbench. Leroy bent over a barrel. Everyone else somewhere in the room taking it from these old men. This was all too much for me and I involuntary came all over the sofa, the orgasm causing my hold to clamp down so much that the man in me also lost it and started breeding me. As he pumped me full of his toxic swimmers, I resolved there and then to find some way to bring the other guys in on my kink, as we had all shared in theirs… To be continued…

My dad and uncle dedicated my soul to Stan when I was nearly six. He had to explain who Stan was and that I was a bad boy and deserved to burn in hell forever. I cried and promised to be good and with a hard backhanded slap he screamed “too fucking late!” the ritual war fairly simple, the adult men wore black robes with there cocks exposed and is was tied spread eagle to an upright pentagram. The men each in turn made a small cut into their cockhead and bled into a an evil chalice then after they had they made a much larger cut into mine and added it to theirs. They each took a drink while passing and invoking Him. Then they forced my mouth open and with a funnel poured the rest down my throat. The rest of the night was me praising Stan while they all mostly together best the shit out of me. Looking back it was amazing.

Not very often squirt works out, but just sucked a beautifully thick cock in the middle of the local cemetery after dark. Tasty load and will definitely be back for more 😈

One I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”. “How many?” “I lost count at twenty five…” Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. “Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park” He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around. “Really Daddy, let me show you” He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”. I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed! I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?” “Yes Sir” “What on?” “Not much really Sir” I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said: “I didn’t even feel that” So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said: “Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge” “What on?” “Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir” Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love. “Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

I was infected last weekend May 1999 (it was a 3-day fuck feast). I converted May 6, 1999.

Yup, get tested jd! Hope U get what you want!! Perhaps you've joined the Varsity team...Team Poz!!🍆💦☣️☣️😛

That’s intense. I was with a guy for a little bit who worshipped SSatan and he too was introduced to it by his uncle as well in a Satanic ritual, although he was a little older. I’ve also talked with a few others who had similar experiences, Satanic relatives devoted and introduced other relatives, and when they do there is continuity of Satanic worship. Father SSatan owns the body, mind and soul.

I see Reacher as the Alpha asshole jock! Lol

Nah never push out the loads. 6 is the magic number to after that it’s gonna get cumsloppy no matter what u do. Plug my jockpussy before collecting more to make sure all the alpha nut stays inside.

"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.

I love to get into incest role play. I love getting into some hot phone sex age play [banned word] kinky

Nickolai's tale is meant to be a standalone of hazy memory of a disjointed night. However, you never know. Maybe I'll revisit if inspiration strikes. I always like to have a twist to my twisted stories, so If I come up with an angle that makes it interesting to me to revisit it from, I will.

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.

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex. One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me. A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful. A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw. First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that. Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes! Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot. Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies. After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast. I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys. I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while. A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug. I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over. Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

Five “I think that would be an excellent idea. I saw your ‘small’ stash. I think there’s a letter for everything in the alphabet in there, but my girl is always Tina. That ok?” “Yeah I think so. Slut has had a bit tonight, but he likes getting completely wasted and taking as much nut as he can. So I think doses are dealer’s choice Dan” Dan smiled at this and reached to his boy’s leads. He pulled them both out of their mouths, and handed me number one. “0.7 for him; the other is going to have 0.2 as he’s been bad” Number two immediately began to whine. He didn’t actually open his mouth to beg but began to whine, paw the floor and then rolled over like a dog. Fucking nasty little bitch; I had to intervene. “Slut, sit on his face. Two, if you can suck all of the cum out, I’ll speak to your Master for you” Daniel smiled his approval at this thought. He knew how much spunk was in there- my four loads, the stranger’s, his own, the guy on the stage, the skinhead’s – so it was certainly a challenge. Slut braced himself over the upside-down boy who began lapping with amazing abandon. Soon, cum was free flowing out of the slut’s butthole, and over the mouth and down the chin of number two. Number one was obviously being turned on, as he was straining at his leash to try to lap some of the free flying cum up. I decided it was rig time. I whispered to Master Dan – “0.7 for them all. He’s done a good job with that sloppy cunt and I think 0.3 for me and you?”. He smiled and vanished to the kitchen. Five minutes later, five rigs in hand, and a couple of tourniquets, he re-entered the room and said “Enough boys, sit!” One and Two immediately sat upright on their haunches and grabbed their leads with their mouths. My slut looked confused, then turned on, then grabbed his lead too. He’s easily led. Pun intended. “No slut, we need to see if Two got the cum out” said Dan. “Come here and sit on my dick”. Slut never, ever needs asking twice for that, and within a nanosecond he was balls deep on Daniel’s pole. Daniel almost immediately kicked him off, savagely, and said “Sit, slut!” Slut knew what to do, grabbing his lead with his mouth and going to sit by the boys. Dan checked his dick like an oil dipstick in a car – bone dry apart from slobber. “Well done number two. You can have the full 0.7 then” This caused number two to start to wag, but I was getting impatient by now. I needed to feel the power that comes with the chemicals. I said to Dan “So boys then us?” “Yes, sorry. I need them to get rushing first or I tend to rush and go at them before they’ve had a moment to fly. Boys, present your arms!” Clearly not a new idea for the two of them, one and two immediately presented both arms with the palm facing the ceiling, and the crook of the arm pointing upwards. My slut took one look at them and did the same. Master Daniel, his massive dick swinging in front of him, still rock hard from the Cialis and the Viagra, moved to my slut with a tourniquet, and threw another one at me along with two rigs. Clearly, we were to do each other’s cunts, which was a nice idea. I selected number one first and tied off his arm over a muscle – the tourniquet barely fit, I swear – and found his vein easily. I pulled the head of the alcohol pad open, and the room filled with that strange smell which to an addict is part-sex, part-hospital and mostly very horny as it’s just filled with the promise of what is to come and I swabbed his arm and inserted the pin. A quick flash into the rig which caused the boy to start to whimper with excitement, then a slam and a release of the tourniquet and boom – the cough came hard and loud. Meanwhile, slut had clearly had a successful slam as a huge cough came from his end of the line and the usual massive amount of verbal dribble was coming out of him: “Fuck, yes, oh god YES, I’m not worthy, fuck me please, please, please oh I NEED a cock in me Daddy, sorry Master Daniel” Master Daniel laughed and said: “Is he like this every time?” “Or worse. He’ll now screw every single man in the country if you let him” “He needs to be taught some manners I think” With that, he grabbed sluts lead and vanished off into the other room that he was in earlier, which I assumed to be the bedroom. Moments later we could hear an enormous cough – Daniel had hit his rush. I’d have loved to have seen it, but there was plenty of night to go. In the lounge, number one was clearly rushing, pawing at his body and looking at me with wild and pleading eyes, pawing at his hole and grunting savage noises, but clearly Dan had trained them not to speak as he wasn’t saying anything. I pointed to my rig and said: “Fetch. Good doggy” Number one wagged his pretty muscular butt and went to get my rig off the table, whilst I tied off the arm of number two. Another muscle so large the tourniquet barely fit and another scent of alcohol and a swab, a popping vein and then the flash. The boy whimpered a little in anticipation as I plunged, and then the tourniquet was off, and the boy immediately began with the same groans, grunts, moans and pawing that number one did. Again, no vocalisation, which I thought either a little odd or strange. They were both shaking violently from a 0.7, so I decided to slam myself, finally – and I noted last one to get high. “Number one, get me my duffel bag. Number two, tie off my arm and show me your cunt”. One sprinted to get the bag, two tied off my arm – pleasing me to note that my arms were easily as big as theirs. My veins are good as I don’t slam a lot, so I swabbed off and dived in. Two had got on all fours and presented his ass to me by getting face down and pulling it open. One decided to give me a show by shoving his face into it and starting to tongue it out. What well trained boys! I found the register, pulled and plunged. I snapped off the tourniquet, felt my breath go metallic and then let out the cough to end all coughs. Fucker had spiked me – this wasn’t 0.3, more like 0.5! I quickly checked my dick – still rock hard. Phew! I dived off the sofa, booted number one hard to get him off the other slave and quickly mounted the still grunting number two. His capacious arse took my massive thick ten inches to the base without any lube other than the spit from number one’s ass eating and without him even screaming. Impressive! “Number one, stick your arse in two’s face whilst I fuck him. Number two, get him wet for me” These two sluts didn’t need asking twice and number one crawled around to the front of number two and opened up his hole for two to begin to munch on whilst I continued to pound his hole hard. Tina always makes me into a slightly violent dominant bastard, so I leant over two so that my whole body was dominating his, even though he was bigger. No doubts over who was the boss now. “Boys, change over, but one I want you on your back” The boys swapped places and one laid on his back with two squatting over his face and getting tongued out. I noted with interest that their cocks were locked in chastity and two’s device was bouncing up and down and bashing the chest of one. I decided to stabilise my ride so I could thrust deeper and harder, so I began to yank on the balls of both boys whilst thrusting savagely inside of number one. This caused both of them to utter moans of pleasure and their useless dicklets began to leak precum. Still no words, so I squeezed harder. The moans of pleasure turned to grimaces of pleasure/pain and I decided I enjoyed that even more. There’s a power trip in making a massive muscular man your bitch by pain. I didn’t want to cum yet and so we went to find Master Daniel. I grabbed the two bitches by the leads, and led them crawling on all fours to the door that my slut had gone behind.

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

Part two I had better get home I said. No you are not going anywhere wired as you are. you can come home with me until you have sobered up. But I dont know you, well we can see about that cant we ! Uncle Stan had a BMW, I sparked up, cool car I said my dad will get me one like that one day. Hey I just realised I dont even know your name, Ollie. Ollie the cheeky chappy he said. What are you going to do about your gf my niece ? Oh she is boring I will dump her. I sat in the front smoking I did not even ask permission. I sat back with my legs slightly apart relaxing as I enjoyed my smoke. As he started the ignition Uncle Stan moved his hand on to the inside of my leg ! Again I did nothing. You like that too eh. I did not reply but moved my legs further apart. Before he pulled away he let his hand drift up to my crotch and then he squeezed my cock which had gone rock hard. I did not know this guy yet here I was in his car letting him feel my crotch and then he was handling my dick. Gone hard I see. Again I said nothing. His hand stayed on my leg while we drove. Is this as fast as it goes I said. Hell no its very quick. Show me I dared him. We moved onto a duel carriageway Uncle Stan was wired too, so he floored the accelerator and we shot off. I put the radio on and found some pulsing music. Faster I shouted he looked at me and with almost a demonic smile accelerated faster. We were both wired and wild as I started thumping the dashboard. We shot past cars I was high and loving it, my dick was getting even harder with this thrill ride. It was like a psychedelic tunnel with all the car lights in front of me merging into one. I wanted to go even faster. Then the end of the carriageway came in sight so he slowed down. Ah fuck I as enjoying that I said. Your a proper punk and spoiled brat aren't you but your dead cute and he squeezed my leg again. When I am older and can drive I will drive fast not like you. Well you won't be driving long then and he laughed, I was not sure what he found so amusing. How old are you anyway he asked and for the first time I looked at him to take in what he looked like. He wasn't that attractive and had a bit of a pot belly. I am eighteen I said. You look younger with your curly blonde hair. I hate it I said, I want it all off. I want to be like those guys in the porn mags in leather. So you have looked at gay porn then. Just looked that's all I said guiltily. Anyway how old are you? Forty-five he replied. Ok cool. So you like leather he asked as he squeezed my leg again. Fuck yea. Well we will have to see what you look like when you try on my leather. You have leather, yea a lot of the guys I know are into leather, we have leather parties. Fuck cool I replied. Maybe you can come to one? Me? yea. Fuck cool. We pulled up outside his house which was detached and quite a tall building. Ok come inside and make yourself comfortable. I laid on the sofa with my arms outstretched and lit another cig, he did the same. You want a drink? Yea vodka , please , yea please. Neat? yea neat. Hey Stan have you got any more coke? I think you have had enough but while your still wired why dont we finish off what we started in the shed. Your cock you mean ? Yea. He unzipped his trousers and took out his cock, massage it with your mouth. Gross I replied.Have you tried it? No so how do you know. I dont know why but I took his cock in my mouth and he started fucking it. I choked, he laughed and said you will get used to it, yea I could I thought. Now before I cum I want you to relax so that we can try something else. Oh yea like what I said sarcastically. My dick was rock hard he took it in his mouth. Then after a few minutes he left the room and came back with two shot glasses. Is that more vodka, no something to make you relax. He sat there next to me with his dick out and I was semi naked too. I drank the liquid without a question I felt him get on top of me, his dick was hard and I could feel him pushing his dick against my hole i began to feel warm inside and relaxed from the drink. It felt so warm in here, I could just about make out that he was in me my vision started to blur and then nothing. I had passed out.

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.

Two “Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir” The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. “Eat it out of your cunt slut” “Yes Daddy” Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. “The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?” “Yes Daddy. I like loads” I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me “What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?” “I only screw whores when they’re high” Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy. “Then it’s five hundred” “I want to slam him” “Six hundred” “Done” The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. “Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts” The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin. “Fuck me, I like this whore” “Cash first” Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. “Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say “Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling” “Thanks” “Don’t thank me, thank the slut” “Thanks, slut” “I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW” The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more… I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking. Then the phone rang

Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

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 hit puberty in the 70's, so pre-Internet and even VCRs. There were mags and adult theaters which I couldn't access as a pre-teen. But I was a nerd; I learned about sex in the library (reading books, that is!) So I knew what cum was but had never seen it. From what I read, I imagined it had the consistency of toothpaste. When I was 9-10, I had a friend who was the same age but he hit puberty first. One day he told me he had hair but of course I didn't want to ask to see, so I goaded him with "you're full of shit." So he dropped his pants and, sure enough, a bit of hair and he was a LOT bigger/thicker than I was. Mind you, we were 10 so how big could it have been, but it was huge compared to me. Fast forward a few months and I had a few wisps of hair, which I was anxious to show off. Off came the pants and he was even hairier and bigger. He told me he could cum so, again, I goaded him into jerking off for me. I was fixated on his cock as he jerked. Finally, he said he was going to shoot and where did I want him to do it. As a closeted Catholic kid, I wasn't going to answer that question honestly 😇 We were in his basement and we were sitting by a folding table, so I told him to shoot there. At this point, I wasn't aware that one could cum before puberty so I never really tried. Anyway, it wasn't a huge load but it was white and more liquid than I'd envisioned. I touched it with my fingers etc. and was fascinated with the viscosity but the experience was really more "Show and Tell" than anything overtly sexual. I went home that day, locked myself in the bathroom, and figured I was either going to cum or I was going to make it bleed from rubbing it so hard. Sure enough, after a while, I came. I recall it was just a clear drop but it was enjoyable enough that I haven't stopped since. I never had to worry about wet dreams because I proactively emptied myself 🙂 Meanwhile, my friend and I played around a bit. I was way more into it than he was but I'd suck him (I couldn't make him cum but I swallowed when he was ready.) I even "fucked" him, though in retrospect, I was still pretty small so probably was just dry humping the crack of his ass rather than penetrating him.

Just as with other religions, you have people who embrace the serious ideas that make it what it is...and then you have those who are attracted to some aspect of it that really has nothing to so with anything in its core teachings. Satanismm is no different. I should start of by saying that much of what you find on the internet has NOTHING to do with the topic and is largely based on the false version pushed by the likes of Jerry Falwell in the 1980's (the SatanicPanic). In practice, Satanismm puts you in the god-seat and says you are free to take charge of your life BUT you bear the responsibilities for the decisions you make and their consequences' no "it's was God's will" or "the devil made me do it" crap. The hedonistic, self-destructive, violent stuff you see (including the rampant drug use) is NOT Satanismm and the Church of Stan has gone so far as to put a formal statement on their website to that end. Essentially, LeVayan Satanismm is essentially secular Humanism with a nice carnal center to it. The symbolism is spot on. Christianity favors the sheep, a herd animal easily frightened, easily herded and manipulated, very uninquisitive, while Satanismm favors the goat, a sort of herd animal that is independent, curious and inquisitive and will head butt you in defense rather than run in fear. Satanismm embraces the development of the two uniquely human traits organized religions like Christianity, Mormonism and Islam repress: intellectual development and sexual indulgence. In the Satanic construct, whether or not you shose to belice Stan or demons such as Asmodeus (Lust) are real is really unimportant since, either way, if you are acting in the true spirit of the religion, you would be have the same whether they were real or not, and develop yourself into the best goat you can be. For me, that means caring for my male form by working out in the gym and keeping it healthy, learning and developing my mind and approaching things with a scientific, empirical mindset, and of course indulging my male form in the pleasures of sex play with other males. To that end, while I really enjoy poppers (nitrate based, not the dangerous Maximum Impact type ethyl chloride) during sex, I otherwise, don't drink, smoke or use recreational drugs. I serve Asmodeus as an Apostle of Lust to my fellow males living in shame and guilt drilled into them by Western religions towards their bodies and libidos, but I also engage in serious intellectual research and discourse on the subject among others (I have degrees in the arts and medicine). Satanismm is open ended enough for you to make your life into what you want it to be, as long as you understand the responsibilities that come with the power. I would suggest starting with the Church of Satann website as a jumping off point, and feel free to DM here or on Telegram (JaredErikson) if you have more questions or wish to know more. Jared

great story, met my gifter in a bar

I first started with my uncle when I was 9. First I was just giving him handjobs then blowjobs. He started fucking me when I was 10. He would share me with his friends shortly after. It was a regular thing until I was15z.

Chapter 3 Shawn sat at the bar and made himself another drink. He took a minute to observe the room. Sumner was drilling Steve hard on the floor in front of a sofa. Max had left, he had to meet his boyfriend. Luke was now getting head from Jason. Luke was sitting in the leather recliner with Luke on his knees deep throating him. Shawn finished his drink and walked over behind Jason. The cubs hot bubble butt was covered lightly in brown hair. His hole was glistening from sweat and the load Steve had put in him earlier. Shawn came up behind him and started to kiss his neck and ear as he felt over his shoulders, trailing down to his back, and finally cupping his thick ass cheeks. As Jason continued to suck Luke, Shawn laid on his back and scooted his head between Jason’s knees. He was eye to eye with that pink hole. He start to tongue it softly at first, which made Jason moan with his mouth full of Luke’s dick. Shawn picked up his intensity really getting deep into Jason’s hole. He could taste the cum Steve had left in there. Jason was so worked up he was now riding Shawn’s face as he continued to blow Luke. Luke made a loud guttural moan as he shoot a huge load down Jason’s throat. Jason swallowed every ounce of his seed. Luke removed his softening dick from Jason’s mouth. He got up, walked over to thank Steve for a good evening, and then left to meet his trainer for their session. Shawn got up from under Jason and positioned him so he was facing the recliner with his chest against its back and his knees in the seat. This arched his back just right and put his hole at the perfect height for Shawn’s massive poz dick. Shawn slowly worked his fat dick head into Jason’s pink neg hole making him moan with pleasure. His whole was warm, wet with cum and lube, and tight even after already taking a load. Shawn slowly worked his monster cock balls deep. Going in an inch, taking it back to the head, then 2 inch, then back to the head. He did this till all 8.5 fat poz inches were buried in Jason’s neg furry cub hole. He started to slowly long dick Jason, making him moan harder each time he bottomed out in his second hole. He picked up the intensity and speed with each bottom out. Soon he was pounding that neg hole hard and deep. Making his asscheeks clap as he hit home. Jason’s moaned and begged for Shawn’s dick the entire time. Shawn picked up the fucking to an even harder and more intense level. Jason could barely handle the pounding he was getting, being drove into the recliner in front of him, but he did not and wouldn’t not ask Shawn to stop because it felt so good!! It only took 2-3 minutes of this intense punishment level fucking to make Jason shoot his neg load all over the front of the recliner and his soft hairy cub belly. The clinching of Jason’s hole around his dick made Shawn shoot a huge toxic load balls deep. Flooding the neg hole with his charged cum. He collapsed on Jason’s back. Turning his head toward him so the could make out as his dick softened but strayed in his hole, ensuring his toxic babies got into Jason’s second hole! After making out for a few minutes, Shawn pulled out of Jason’s previously neg hole. They hugged and Shawn went back to the bar to have another drink and smoke some 420. Jason made his exit then, going to the staging room to get dressed and leave for work. Shawn felt pretty confident that by nutting so hard and deep in Jason he had made his poz son number 4 of the evening. —————- Stay tuned for final chapter soon!

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!

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

Back to the sauna yesterday. Again, quiet to start (apart from a favourite guy who fucked in the darkroom and left me with a lovely load), then it picked up much later. I spent more time than I usually do on my knees in cubicles. Three good fucks there, which was a nice change. Otherwise, a mix of darkroom and glory hole stuff, with the last load at a glory hole. I was pretty much read to head off, but I was still up for more. As I walked towards the glory hole cubicles, I noticed all doors were closed except one at the end. I looked through and saw the back/arse of a guy in the adjacent cubicle, who was obviously being sucked. I backed against the hole and waited. I was hoping he wouldn't cum while being sucked off, but I was in luck. After a few minutes, I felt a finger run over my very hole, then his cock slid right in, fucked me, then left another good load inside me. A good ending to another pretty good sauna session.

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

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Chapter 6 A couple weeks ago Brad noticed the kid he saw passed out on Luke's bed was in his class. Jason is pretty tall so it's hard to miss a big guy like him. At first Brad was wondering what it was like if he was watching Jason fucking Luke's hole. He remembers Luke said he packs a big one. Brad has always love fucking a big dick bottom. He loves watching and hearing their dicks slapping on their stomach when he fucks them on their back or feel their ball and hard cock swinging up and down while they moan or even better, scream in pleasure. The two of them have been sitting next to each other in the last row 3 times a week. Started with chit chat then a few times Brad caught Jason looking at his bulge when he got to class after him. One day the professor told everyone to find a partner to work on group assignments for the remaining semester. Everyone simply turned to their nearest classmate and paired up. Brad and Jason are the only two who sit in the last row so logically the two of them became each other's partner. Two of them exchanged numbers and email and agreed to get in touch with one another on Fri to work on the first assignment. Friday comes around when Jason was on his way to practice he received a text from Brad. To his surprise, Brad sent him a dick pic and a video of himself undressing then taking a shower. Jason was not expecting that but was immediately aroused. He sent a text back and said “Hey man. I think you may have sent those to the wrong person but looking nice bro. Are you still down to work on the assignment today? I'm done with practice at 5. Lmk" Jason got to the locker room and faced away from his teammates when he changed into shorts to hide his hard cock. Took a min or so to calm his mind and got his boner under control before heading on the court. He checked his phone after practice and saw Brad's response. "Yeah man. I'm only a few blocks away from the gym so come on over. Door will be unlocked so come on in” Brad didn't say anything about the picture and video because they were not sent to Jason by accident. Jason responded " Be there in 20” then he hopped in the shower at the gym. Normally he's into older guys but he thought Brad was undeniably hot. He quickly got out of the shower and as he made his way to Brad's apartment he wondered if he can try hooking up with Brad Jason walked up two sets of stairs and arrived at the apartment on the 2nd floor just next to the stairs. He knocked on the door but no one answered. He texted his phone when he was on his way but didn't hear back from Brad either so he decided to turn the door knob because Brad did say the door will be unlocked. He opened the door and entered a relatively dark apartment. It's still bright out but all of the windows had their curtains closed. He heard something coming from the bedroom and as he got closer, he realized it's the sound of someone having sex. He knew he should have excused himself and left but he was curious because he didn't hear anyone that sounded like a girl. The door was slightly opened already so he peeked inside then realized the sound came from the TV. He couldn't see Brad anywhere “Hey man. How are you doing?" Brad came out from the bathroom behind Jason in a short towel. It scared the shit out of Jason and made him jump. He immediately felt embarrassed because Brad must have seen what he was doing. "oh hey…. nothing. I was just looking for you” Jason responded but looked at Brad's bulge under the towel the whole time. Before Jason had the chance to look up, Brad took a step forward, lifted Jason’s chin up and gave him a passionate kiss. catching him completely off guard. Brad’s hand slid behind Jason’s neck, holding him firmly in place as their tongues danced together in a silent confession of their mutual desire. The sound of the TV porn was a muted background to the real passion unfolding in the apartment. Brad broke the kiss and with a mischievous smirk, he tugged at the hem of Jason’s shirt, urging him to come closer. Jason’s heart raced as he allowed Brad to undress him, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that the study session was about to take an unexpected turn. The fabric of his shirt slid up, revealing the taut abs and broad chest that Brad had admired from afar. With each button that popped open, the tension between them grew thicker, charged with the electricity of unspoken desires. Once Jason’s shirt was off, Brad dropped to his knees and took Jason’s shorts with him. The towel that had been barely concealing Brad’s own arousal fell away, revealing his rock-hard cock bobbing with excitement. He wasted no time in taking Jason’s shorts and underwear down, exposing the massive erection that had been straining against the fabric. Jason’s cock stood tall and proud, a testament to his excitement. Brad’s eyes widened slightly, impressed by the size and girth of his classmate’s member, which was even larger than he had imagined. With a hunger that could no longer be contained, Brad leaned in and took the head of Jason’s cock into his mouth. The taste of pre-cum and the heat of Jason’s skin against his tongue sent a shiver down Brad’s spine. He began to bob his head up and down, savoring the feeling of the velvety shaft filling his mouth. His hand wrapped around the base of the cock, stroking in sync with his mouth, as he worked to take more and more of Jason in. Jason’s hands found Brad’s hair, his fingers curling tightly as he guided the rhythm, urging Brad deeper. Jason’s heavy balls slapped against Brad’s face with each thrust, the sound of Brad gurgling on his hard throbbing cock echoing in the quiet apartment. Brad could feel the weight of Jason's balls, full and tight, and knew that Jason was close to the edge. He pulled back, teasing the tip with his tongue before diving back in, eager to swallow the load he knew was coming. The sound grew louder as Jason’s hips began to buck, his movements more erratic, and Brad knew he had hit the spot. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he tried to take in as much of Jason’s length as he could, the sound of wet flesh on flesh punctuating the moans that filled the room. “Ahhh. Ahhh…I'm about to cum” But just as Jason was about to cum, Brad pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath and his cock standing tall and begging for release. “Omg….why did you stop” Brad smirked up at Jason, whose eyes were half-closed in frustration and pleasure, and then stood up, his own erection bobbing with excitement. He took a step back, reaching for Jason’s hand and pulling him to the bed. The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Brad pushed Jason down onto the soft sheets, straddling his hips with a sense of urgency that was palpable in the air. Brad reached into the nightstand for poppers and let Jason took a couple big sniffes Jason’s cock was still wet with Brad’s saliva as Brad lined it up with his eager hole, giving it a few teasing strokes against his sensitive skin. As he took 4 long deep breath breathing in the chemical from poppers, he then began to lower himself, inch by delicious inch, onto Jason’s waiting shaft. The sensation of being filled so completely was overwhelming. Jason’s eyes widened in amazement and pleasure, watching Brad’s face contort as he took all of him. Once Brad had adjusted to the intrusion, he began to move. His movements were slow at first, almost tentative, as he rocked his hips back and forth, feeling every inch of Jason inside him. The friction was incredible, and Brad knew he wasn’t going to last long. He leaned forward, bracing himself on Jason’s muscular chest, and kissed him deeply, tasting the hint of mint from the toothpaste Brad had used earlier after practice. Their tongues tangled together as Brad’s hips picked up speed, the slap of their bodies now a steady rhythm that seemed to pulse through the room. Jason’s hands found Brad’s ass, his fingers digging in as he began to thrust up to meet Brad’s movements. The angle was perfect, hitting Brad’s prostate with every stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body. Brad’s own cock was trapped between their stomachs, leaking precum as he fucked himself on Jason’s cock. The sound of their skin slapping together was music to Brad’s ears, a symphony of desire that was reaching a crescendo. He knew he was close, so he reached down and began to stroke himself in time with their fucking, the tension in his body coiling tightly like a spring. With a final, desperate thrust, Brad felt the orgasm wash over him. His cock spurted thick ropes of cum, painting Jason’s abs with sticky white lines. The feeling of release was so intense that Brad had to lean back, throwing his head back and letting out a long, low moan that seemed to shake the very walls of the apartment. Jason followed close behind, his cock pulsing inside Brad as he came, filling him with warm cum and leaving them both panting and sweaty in the aftermath. Jason collapse on Brad’s body for a brief moment then he lifted himself up and noticed Brad’s cock is still hard as a rock. “Wow” Jason lower Brad’s cock with his hand then let go, watching it sprang back to his stomach “Does it not go down?” Jason joked “Not until it gets what it wants" Brad smile “You can go back to back?" Jason asked surprised and aroused at the same time. “So you wanna cum again?’ he asked Brad got up and throw Jason onto the bed next to where he laid. Lifted Jason's legs up and looking right at his light pink hole “No no no … I don't do that” Jason tried to put his legs down and get out of bed but Brad pushed back started licking Jason's pink hole with his tongue skillfully dancing all around it and occasionally tap right on the center harder as if his tongue was knocking on it demanding entry. Jason overwhelmed by the sensation grab the pillow above him and buried his face into it and let out the loudest and the most uncontrollable moaning into the pillow. That was a bit unexpected but the exact opportunity that Brad has been waiting for. He pause for a second then gently use his left thumb massaging Jason's hole and said to him "I'm gonna apply some numbing lube on it to help you out if you never done this before or don't do it often. You gonna feel a light burn for a bit then when that sensation go away, you'll be ready. Sounds good?" Brad said Jason said “mmmhmm" into the pillow and nodded. Brad continue to massage the surface of his unexplored hole and sending shock waves of pleasure Jason never experienced before from bottom up. In Brad's other hand he reached into the drawer and pick out a rock slightly larger than a raisin and broke it in half then mixed it with numbing lube and shove both in Jason’s ass one after the other without him knowing. Jason endure the burn for a minute or so but not only it didn't feel like the burn would ever stop. His body is heating up for some reason. His face feels warm too. He moved the pillow aside and was expecting to see Brad in between his legs but instead he saw Brad standing up holding on to his dick, pressing the head of his dick into him. He honestly thought that was Brad’s tongue. He got worried and tried to stop Brad once more. “Hey man….I don't know what this” Jason said "Don't you know how wet your hole gets? It only gets like this when it is hungry. Just listen” Brad said and began pressing part of his dick head in and out of Jason's hole. He dosed Jason with a heavy one for this exact reason. He love to see a guy's hole being completely defenseless. He doesn't need to wait. He doesn't need to guide anyone through breathing exercise. He loves watching a top turning into a bottom slut for the first time. They always fight it mentally but their body just can't resist the cock that it is hungry for. He wanted to ask Brad about what's going on then to his surprise, he saw Brad grab onto his dick and focused on pressing it against Jason's hole. Jason wanter to tell Brad that's not his thing. He has never taken a dick before let alone a dick Brad's size. However, Jason's still trying to comprehend the whole body warming sensation that he has never felt before. Before he could put what's on his mind into words to stop Brad, he was surprised that his hole betrayed him. It opened up and let Brad's whole head in. It made a loud and moise soun. As soon as he gasped, Brad covered Jason's mouth with his left hand, putting all his weight on it to silence Jason and pushing Jason's head deeper into the pillow behind his head. “You're a natural. And your hole wants it. I didn't force my way into you. It opened wide for me on its own. It feels incredible, isn't it? And I know you've been wanting this or you wouldn't have prep your hole before coming here” Brad said as he thrust his rock hard dick in and out of Jason and watched Jason's pink ass lips moving in the opposite direction of his thrusting motion. Jason honestly didn't expect this. He is clean only because he does love making a submissive bottom deep rim his hole. He loves to make bottom do anything he wants. That's what he had thought about doing to Brad if things allowed him to progress that quickly. Here he is. Overwhelmed by all the new sensation of pleasure he has never experienced before. His found himself matching Brad's every pelvis thrust. Wanting his dick to reach deeper. Brad noticed it then intentionally slow down his pounding because he knew this was the opportunity that he was looking for. He stop covering Jason's mouth “Oh….it felt great, doesn't it? Do you want more? If you do, I need to hear you beg for it” Brad said Jason hesitated at first and said "fuck me” Brad reached out and pinch and twisted Jason's nipples "was I supposed to respond to that? I think you should beg better than that. After all…. You wanted to take care my hard cock, didn't you?” "Ahhhhh….yes. Please…. please fuck me" Jason said and noticed his cock was rock hard and leaking precum when he said it “Are you willing to be my cum dump from this day on? And let me fill you up?" Brad asked “yes…yes please just fuck me now. Hard. Please" Brad suddenly picked up the pace and grab onto Jason's thighs and pulled him closer with every thrust forward. Jason moaned and gasped. He felt that his cock was about to cum again but he couldn't quite vocalize it. After about 2 min Jason's dick shot out a surprise load of cum into his own mouth as he was moaning. Brad thought that was so hot and soon after Brad grunted and held his dick deep in Jason and released his hot cum all in Jason's ass then collapsed onto him and gave him a good kiss Brad can't wait to tell Luke all about it.

We now have a a third in our relationship (actually unofficially it’s almost four) and my boyfriend offered our third (Ben, now 19) as a party bottom to several of his older relatives. We filmed it for them and they’ve used both my partner and Ben for their parties since. Ben introduced me to his cousin and we have had a few threesomes (Ben bottoming for all of them) until Ben persuaded his cousin to let him fuck him. Cousin’s now enjoying being versatile but especially loves being fucked by Ben. Have to be honest: I’m really beginning to understand why people get off on the family stuff.

The whole Jacks of Color vibe is totally gone from the remaining NYC sex parties. Everyone who attended JOC was friendly, polite, not overly aggressive (if someone wasn't your type). I became outside fuck buddy friends with three guys I met there. But what stood out to me is that Lidell knew everyone by first name after you attended one of his parties. And would greet you by name sometimes with a kind gesture added in (hug, kiss, shoulder touch, fuck)

Part 4: Paying for My Decisions Maybe this will be a warning for some of you. It's taken me a couple of days to put into words what happened, because it's so crazy! So, you probably guessed that Sean came over. And yeah, he found me face-down, ass-up on my bed. It was just a few seconds (or maybe microseconds?) after I heard the door creak over. I felt that dreaded by desired thick cock probe my hole. And then a quick and unexpected jab. Oh fuck! I screamed in surprise. I didn't expect it so hard and quick. Then, he just held it in place. Despite only spending a short time with him the first time, he knew what I liked. That hot wet tongue went straight to my ear. The pain of the jab was replaced with the hot slurping sounds of his tongue in my ear. And, it was almost a reflex, when I yelped, "I wanna get aids!" Sean went to work on my ass. Oh my god, what an onslaught! What the hell was I thinking? After a minute or so of relentless pounding, he told me to thank him for getting aids. Okay, I would have said anything then because the pleasure was beyond describable. But, I was kinda surprised how much more turned on I got when I answered , "Thank you for A ---" ... ah fuck, he pounded me harder, "A --" .. I couldn't quite get it all out because of the rampage his massive cock was having on my hole. I finally made it out, and sounded like I was hiccuping as I replied "Thank you for AIDS!" He paused for a moment and demanded, "Say it again!" I couldn't help but to reply "Thank you for AIDS!" I was rewarded with another furious dicking. And then he stopped again. "How much do you want it?" he asked me. I didn't hesitate and didn't want him to pause any longer "I want it so fucking bad!" I nearly cried. "How much?" Sean said again, not seeming satisfied with the answer. I didn't know what he wanted to say. He clarified, "How much cash do you have right now?" Uggh . why was he pausing? He must have know how much I needed it. "LIke forty dollars, I think." I managed to guess. "Good, you're gonna give that to me," Sean insisted as he put his cock back into me. "Yes!" was my only answer. Sean was growing quite satisfied and I was more than excited as he pumped his cock deep into me. "You're such a whore, you are paying for aids," Sean said triumphantly. "Yes!" I was trying not to squeal in pleasure, "I'm paying you for aids!" I was in disbelief at what I was saying, but strangely turned on. Sean knew I would say or do anything for his dick. I was completely under his control now and he knew it. And I didn't care. His strokes were now quicker and stronger, He felt impossibly deep inside me; and I could tell from his breathing he was close to coming. "Ready for more aids cum?" Sean asked. There was only one clear answer, " Fuck yes! I wanna get aids!" Within a few seconds, he pounded me nearly into unconsciousness. I felt the erupting. I knew I was getting more aids cum and my dick turned into a faucet as I felt him fill unload deep inside me. Whether it was because of shock or pure exhaustion, I passed out. When I finally awoke a few hours later, I looked to my nightstand and saw my wallet opened and turned upside down. I grabbed it and looked it. Shit, I really paid for it.

"Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy. Tommy knew this was going to hurt bad and maybe for days but he needed that cock inside him. The poppers helped and made him want it all in him fast and he started to beg for it as he cried. "You want me to shove it all in and rip you open, boy?" "Yes give me all of your cock. Hurt me, I don't care just fuck me and ...." Oscar slammed into Tommy and the boy screamed and George told Bobby to make out with Tommy to try to quiet him. After trying several times but not able to quiet Tommy we had Bobby cover his mouth. Tommy stopped screaming but kept crying and Oscar told Bobby to move because he wanted to hear Tommy. Oscar taunted the boy as he fucked him as fast and as hard as he could. He told Tommy he asked for it and begged for it and was going to get it. Oscar had paid five hundred dollars and he was going to get his money's worth out of this boy. Normally a boy was out of commission for a week after one of his brutal fucks but Oscar loved knowing that there wasn't anyway this boy was getting a break and knew they'd slam him with a .5 once Oscar finished wrecking Tommy's boyhole. Tommy's crying turned Oscar on and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he told Tommy to beg for his load and it would all be over. Through the pain Tommy heard and begged to be bred. Oscar started breathing harder and then pushed all the way into Tommy and held still as he shot into the boy. Oscar collapsed and stayed on top of Tommy until he felt his cock start to go down and he had Bobby bring him a big butt plug which he pushed into the bloody hole as he withdrew.