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@nymidtowneast Thanks. Hopefully this next chapter also lives up to the rest. @KinkyTallBottom Well... something tells me the next chapter ahead is going to really drive that point home... @onlyraw No comment. I don't want to give any spoilers. Something interesting is planned with the two of them later... @shinelover Hopefully the next chapter will help fill that bit I left you hanging on... @kitpig Well, this chapter will be the first major step I think... @leatherpunk16 Finally! Wasn't for a lack of trying on my part! @SirGalatsi No worries. Glad you found it though. Hope you enjoy the next chapter! So, I felt pretty bad at how long it took to update, so I'm gonna do a second post this week. Hopefully everyone enjoys where I took this. Just know that I might be delayed a little due to a special something I am working on in the background, but I should still be able to post regular updates on here for this story. Once this one is done, I will probably be picking up another one of the previous of my stories, as I feel more comfortable starting back up a few of them with some new ideas. Anyways, enjoy! ----------- Lesson 8- Put Your Mindset to Work Stepping into the room, the glass door softly shut behind us, and I looked around. The massive room was warmly but dimly lit with mood lighting, the incandescent lighting gleaming off the heavily lacquered wood floor, the dark grey walls almost seeming to absorb any extra light. One wall of the room was covered with glass windows. The light coming through them was dimmer than I expected, likely having some sort of film to block light over them. Multiple leather chairs were grouped around the room, some facing the tv, and others in small groups of four. Between many of the large chairs were deep mahogany tables, each sporting a large ceramic ashtray, each with large indents, which I imaged were to hold cigars. The room smelled vaguely of cigar smoke, as the hush of what I guessed to the an air filtration system reverberated in the silent room. I followed Ben towards one of several large, oversized leather couches, looking around the room as I followed him. A bar stood in one corner of the room, a wall of glass bottles locked in a cabinet behind it. On one wall was a massive TV, currently off, flanked on either side by tall glass humidors. In another corner, a large U-shaped glossy black table was surrounded by several leather clad stools, with what looked to me like a poker set up. Unceremoniously, Ben sat down on the couch, casually spreading his legs as he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a sophisticated looking lighter. He pulled the unlit cigar out of his mouth, and flicking the lighter to life, he slowly turned the end of the cigar in the flame, until putting the cigar back into his mouth, puffing it to life. The end quickly glowed to a bright cherry red, and with a simple release of the button, the flame snuffed out. Some part of me felt a hunger of sorts as I watched him take a deep draw on the cigar before blowing out a large cloud of smoke my way. I swallowed slowly, as I stood in front of him, apprehension making my stomach feel like it was flipping around. “Well,” he said, gesturing at me with the cigar in one of his large hands, “Go ahead and strip naked. I want to see what’s got Greg and Mike so worked up. Silently, I stripped off the snug black shirt off over my head, gently placing it down on the back of one of the oversized leather chairs. Next, I stepped out of my simple flip-flops, before neatly placing them next to the chair before I slowly pushed the sweatpants down, letting them fall to my feet as I stepped out of them. I felt naked without the dirty white jock I had grown accustomed to wearing, the metal of my caged cock glistening in the dim light. I stood silently, letting my arm rest across my stomach, grabbing my opposite arm, feeling somewhat awkward as Ben looked over my body. “Not bad,” he said, taking another puff on the cigar, “Turn around and bend over.” Slowly, I turned around and bent over, feeling the air on my puffy asshole. Ben let out a growl of approval, before letting out a slight chuckle. “I guess I can see why they took a liking to you,” he said, his voice carrying a slight chuckle as he spoke, “Cock locked up like a proper bottom, and I’m sure there’s a few loads flooding your guts there boy. Definitely looks like you have a nice, breed-able ass. Quite the sexy little jock body you have there. Come over here and show me if your mouth is as talented as your hole likely is.” Slowly I stood back up and walked over to Ben, before getting on my knees. Slowly, I unzipped his pants and unbuttoned the top of the fly, before tentatively feeling its size through the fabric. My eyes widened as I felt a thick cock beneath, thicker than anything I had taken before. “I’m guessing your new daddy didn’t tell you my nickname,” Ben said, chuckling again as he blew a cloud of smoke at my face, “Beer Can Ben is what all our friends call me, but you can call me Uncle Ben. Why don’t you pull down my pants and get better aquatinted with it, son?” Slowly, I grabbed the top of the shorts as Ben lifted his hips up, giving me enough access to pull the underwear and pants down to his knees. Ben’s cock sprang forward, finally free of the confines of his clothes. He wasn’t joking about it being as thick as a beer can, I thought to myself, as I took in the size and shape of his cock. Shorter for sure than Greg’s or Mike’s, but the girth more than made up for it. A ring of foreskin covered the hood, with just the tip peeking out. Grabbing the cock, I slowly started to stroke it, watching as his two large balls slowly bounced in time with my strokes, with the entire package being framed with a forest of thick black hair that went easily up towards his chest. “Don’t be shy, boy,” he said, looking down at me before placing his meaty hand on the top of my head, pushing my face towards his groin, “Go ahead and give it a kiss and put it in your mouth. Be sure to get it nice and wet.” Apprehensively, I slowly began to suck and kiss the tip, before beginning to lick it, running my tongue underneath the foreskin and circling the cocked underneath. Ben let out an appreciative growl before pushing my head down further, guiding me to try and take even more of the massive member into my mouth. I began to work it in my mouth, feeling as my jaw stretched further to take in the size of it, aching slightly as Ben gave a few gentle pushes down on it. Behind me, I heard a soft whoosh as the glass door opened, before quietly shutting. I half listened as who I presumed was Greg eventually sat on one of the couches opposite of the one Ben was on as I worked to fit the last of the meaty rock in my mouth. “Don’t spoil the pig, Ben,” Greg laughed, as the sound of a lighter flicking to life puncture the silence of the room, “No need to go gentle. He likes being handled rough.” Suddenly, I felt as Ben forcefully shoved my head down onto the remainder of his cock, forcing me to fight back the urge to gag as the head of it slammed against my throat. “Fuck, that is nice,” he groaned, suddenly grabbing my head with both hands and began to slowly fuck my skull, “Where the fuck did you both find such a hot piece of ass?” “Came with the house so to speak,” Greg chuckled as I finally gagged after an especially hard slam of Ben’s cock, “Pig lives a few doors down. Knocked on the door not even 3 days after we finished moving in. All it took was Mike and I offering to give him a tour of the dungeon, and the pig was spread leg in our sling and letting us sound his cock. Pretty sure we even got to take his ass cherry.” “Holy shit,” Ben groaned, before forcefully removing his cock from my mouth, before grabbing the back of my head with a fistful of my hair and pulling it back to face him, “Fuck… that all true, pig?” I could only breathlessly nod as I slowly caught my breath, sucking in a deep lungful of air. “Fucking hell that’s hot. I seriously need to find me a hot little jock pig like this,” Ben replied, before pulling me by my hair gently upwards. Slowly, I stood up, my knees somewhat shaky as Ben began to pull me into his lap, positioning my legs onto either side of him and he slowly slid down a bit in the couch. Taking a deep draw on the cigar, he guided the back of my head towards his face, before locking lips and kissing me. I let out a small groan as out tongues slid around each other, his beard slowly tickling my now somewhat scruffy face from the lack of shaving. I hungrily sucked in the kiss as he slowly exhaled the thick lungful of cigar smoke. I felt his thick cock slowly sliding up and down across my asscrack when we finally broke the kiss. I let out a long exhale of the swapped cigar smoke, causing him to chuckle again. “Fucking hell, you guys wasted no time training him to take cigar smoke. He’s quite sexy little shit,” Ben said happily, before turning his attention to Greg, who was sitting on the opposite couch, recording everything on his phone, “Mind if I take a ride in his hole?” My ass twitched in anticipation at the prospect of feeling his cock stretching out my already well fucked hole, remembering how it had felt to be double penetrated just the night before. I looked over at Greg, unable to hide the pleading look in my eyes as Greg started to smile. Something inside me needed to know what riding his cock would be like. “Whole reason I brought him by,” Greg said, before grabbing the lit cigar out of the ashtray on the table next to him and walking over, “Only thing is that the pig is also in smoke training. You’ll have to make sure he smokes his own the whole time. Should be a little overdue for the first one of the day.” As if on auto-pilot, I opened my mouth, letting Greg set the decent sized, jet black cigar into my mouth, before taking a deep draw on the cigar. The cherry glowed bright as I sucked down the thick strong smoke, for some reason feeling suddenly at ease. I let out a sudden groan and had to reach a hand out to steady myself as I suddenly felt a few of Ben’s meaty fingers probe into my ass, working themselves in easily. “Damn, you guys flooded him good, didn't you,” Ben said as he pulled them out and inspected them, a sheen of cum coating them, “Does he know…” Greg cut him off, holding his hand up with a grin on his face, silencing Ben mid-sentence. “Just… Find out for yourself. I think you’ll be pleased. I’ll leave you two to play while I gather up everything I need for his training,” Greg said, before bending over slightly and taking the cigar out of my mouth before kissing me, before opening my mouth and spitting a large glob of cigar spit in my mouth. “Thank you sir…” I muttered softly, smiling, as he stuck the cigar back in. I took another deep draw on the cigar, as Greg knelt over and whispered in my ear. “Good boy, you made sure to ask first,” Greg said softly, “I could see how you were asking me with those eyes. You earned yourself a treat later, as long as you make me proud. Don't forget to let that dirty fucking inner pig come out. He'll eat it up.” Greg then stood up, and with a pat on Ben’s shoulder, walked out of the lounge and back into the shop. “Fuck you look hot smoking that stogie, boy,” Ben said, as he puffed on his cigar, his cock throbbing hard against laying against my hole, “I want to see you smoke mine at the same time for a second while I get this shirt off.” I nodded and let him put his larger cigar in my mouth, slowly puffing on both as he began to strip out of his shirt. My lungs burned as I automatically sucked in the massive amount of smoke, marveling at the amount as it jetted out of my nose. Finally, Ben got his shirt off, revealing a thick mat of black fur covering his stomach and chest. Underneath, I could just make out a tattoo in the shape of a scorpion. Thinking back to the first fuck with Greg and Mike, I assumed this was also some sort of sign that Ben was packing a venomous load. I almost thought to say something, when I remembered how quickly Greg had cut Ben off. If I had to guess, I figured Ben was going to ask if I knew their status. So, with that, I kept quiet, playing along with Greg’s lead and letting Ben be the one to mention it. “Fuckin’ can’t wait to get inside that sexy jock hole, boy,” Ben growled, pulling his cigar back out of my mouth and puffing on it several times. I gave my ass a slight wiggle, causing his massive cock to wiggle around on my crack, immediately making him grin evilly as he continued talking. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben growled, reaching below and and pressing the slick head of his uncut cock against the puffy lips of my hole. I began to nod when suddenly Ben grabbed my hips and puled my ass down, fully seating his cock in one solid stroke. My groan sounded almost like a yell, as my body got slowly used to the sudden invasion Ben had just made. My legs quivered at the massive stretching feeling. “That was a rhetorical question, slut,” Ben growled, puffing on his cigar hard and blowing the smoke in my face, “You’re gonna take every last drop of my load today whether you want to or not.” I could only groan and nod, sucking on the cigar as Ben suddenly began to fuck my ass with wild abandon, stretching out my already abused hole with each stroke, as each time he bottomed out in me it felt like my guts were truly being rearranged. “Nothing but a dumb little cumdump, aren’t you,” Ben growled, sneering at me as he puffed hard on the cigar before blowing it out directly in my face, “Fucking load you up with a massive load and watch you slide home on it. Dumb little blonde jock like you only has one purpose, and that’s to be a fucking incubator for my superior man cum.” I could only groan and whimper, barely nodding as he continued his onslaught on my ass. Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed my pecs, before starting to pinch and work my nipples. “Gonna fucking breed your worthless jock ass and flood it full of my special seed. Make it so that you crave dirty bear cum from men like me. Get you fucking addicted to whoring your ass out and begging for our loads. Your ass will only be suitable as a fucking cum receptacle for toxic loads,” he continued, his cock throbbing at each new insult he said, pinching my nipples hard and making them swollen, “Keep your useless cock locked up so you focus on cumming with your ass like a proper slut.” As if to drive the point home, Ben flicked his fingers on the tip of the cage, before going pack to working my nipples. “Fuck… You’re getting fucking destroyed right now, boy. Did you know that boy,” he growled, with what I assumed to be another question I need not answer, “Did you know I’m fucking working my highly toxic load into these ass walls right now, and pushing all those poz loads your new daddies filled you with even deeper in to those guts? That you’re getting pozzed up right now?” “Fuck, ohh…. Oh fuck…” I could only groan, working the cigar in my mouth hard, hauling away on it without a care as I listened to the verbal abuse Ben was spewing out at me, loving the mind fuck as he destroyed my ass. “Yeah boy, you’re gonna be truly fucked. Once we’re done with you, the only thing you’ll be good for is to be a slutty little incubator for our bugs. Bent over at the bathhouse, letting every nasty fucker free entrance to perfect ass,” Ben yelled, pinching my nipples hard one last time before gripping my ass in an vise-like grip, “Bent over and shaking this bubble butt, legs spread and waiting for someone to fill you up. That what you fucking want boy? To be nothing more than the local cum dump, carrying around our strain and letting in anyone else who wants to add theirs?” “Oh, fuck, yes sir, please help me become that,” I groaned, smoke pouring out of me as I let him pull my ass down hard, “My only purpose is to be a toxic cum receptacle, letting in any man who wants to dump their load inside me. Let anyone who needs a willing hole to infect help destroy my jock body. Help convert me into a worthless poz whore.” Ben let out a loud growl as his slams into my hole began to falter in their rhythm. “Yeah, boy, you fucking know what you are. This hot body of your was made only for one purpose… to used by real men for fucking their superior loads into. Letting your useless load drip on the ground as as lube for the next man who wants your ass. To be nothing but a cum craving toxic slut. And I’m gonna help you become just that,” Ben moaned, his rhythm faltering even more, “You fucking ready? You fucking want what I’m gonna give you?” “Oh fuck, breed me. Fucking destroy my jock body,” I groaned, my cock leaking like a faucet through the cage as my ass was reamed into oblivion, “Please fucking knock me up with your superior cum. I want to get infected and become a poz jock whore.” Suddenly, Ben’s eyes bulged and he growled, biting his lips as he pulled my ass hard against his hips and held still. Suddenly, I felt as he unleashed a torrent of cum in my guts, his cock throbbing over and over, eliciting a new growl from him at each volley. Finally, he was done shooting, holding my ass in place as we both came down from out proverbial cum highs. Finally, Ben let out a massive sign along with a happy growl. “Holy… Fuck…” Ben said, removing his cigar and leaning slightly over, setting his spent cigar in the ashtray, “Greg and Mike hit the fucking jackpot with you, boy.” The words made me blush slightly, and I was sure what to say. “Fucking hell.. that was fucking divine. Your ass is a fucking dream to fuck. You can bet you earned yourself a massive discount on everything, boy,” Ben said, giving my ass a light smack before finally pulling his now soft cock out of my hole. Looking down, he dipped his fingers into the puddle of my precum pool on his stomach, licking it as he nudged me off. “Go ahead and get dressed,” Ben said, before sucking on his finger, “Fucked out a nice bit of sweet neg precum from you. Tell Greg I’ll be out in a second.” Slowly, I stood up, my legs shakier than I’d ever felt, as I hobbled over and slowly pulling my sweatpants up. I could feel Ben’s load leak out a little, likely leaving a dark stain on my ass crack. With a sudden dirty though as I was pulling the shirt on, I turned around and knelt one final time in front of Ben, slowly taking his soft, cum covered cock into my mouth and sucked it clean. “Oh fuck….Good boy, clean all that dirty cum off Uncle Ben’s cock,” he hissed, running his hand brought my hair. Smiling, I stood back up and turned around, suddenly noticing Greg’s phone… with its own stand aimed at the the couch. Grabbing it, I turned it around in my hand and hit stop, before pocketing it. I guess he wanted a keepsake… I thought to myself, before walking over to the door to the lounge and walked over to Greg, who was leaning casually against the counter next to a large cardboard box with what I assumed were different things from around the shop. “Make me proud, boy?” Greg asked, holding his hand out expectantly. I handed him the phone and turned around as Ben answered for me, now standing in the doorway, shirt now on, and pants unbuttoned, the fly threatening to open up. “Oh, that he did, bud,” Ben said, chuckling as he began to zip up and button his pants, “Got me wondering where the hell I can get one of him as well. You both weren’t lying when you said his ass was like fucking heaven. And the mouth on him… nice and fucking dirty. Quite the perverted slut you boys are shaping him into.” “I left you an inventory sheet of what I’m taking,” Greg said, “Just send us a bill and we’ll wire over the money.” “Fuck that,” Ben said, taking a brief glance at his watch before slowly walking over to the front door and unlocking it, “You let me have free access to that prime jock ass, and all that is free.” “Sounds fair,” Greg said, grinning at me as he motioned for us to leave, grabbing the large box and walking to the door, now held open by Ben, “Time for the next stop, boy. Let your Uncle Ben open up shop.” I followed Greg to the car, getting a small pat on the ass on the way out the door. I let out a small smile before stepping out into the hot, muggy sunlight, the sun now high up in the sky. Greg and I walked in silence to the already running car, the AC whirring away as it cooled the inside of the black leather interior. Greg went to the back of the car, and put the box in the trunk, before going back to the driver’s side door, unlocking the doors. I quickly got in and sat down, somewhat mindful I was likely leaking cum out of my hole on the expensive seat covering. Sitting in silence, I watched as Greg started up the engine and out the car in drive, on our way to the next destination.

Part 5 Once home Ollie changed out of his track suit and as it was a warm day slipped on a pair of denim shorts which were a few years old and rather worn. He picked out a black t-shirt which he liked as it was a snug fit and showed off his sporty body which he liked to do. He sparked up another cig as he looked in the mirror and after taking a deep drag put the cig back in his mouth and let it dangle. Yea I look badass he thought to himself I wont get pushed around by Stan today ! He set off and once away from his house he took the quickest route to the bus stop which was across fields. As he got near the bus stop he had to climb a sty and as he brought his second leg over it the back of his shorts caught on barbed wire which was either side of the sty. There was a rip " shit " he cried but he was stuck ! he shifted sideways in an attempt to free his shorts and there was another rip. " Fuck " but there was no turning back as it had taken him ten minutes to cross the fields and he was sure he had seen a bull and he had no intention of making it an acquaintance . So having extradited himself from the barbed wire he carried on to the stop. There were already about half a dozen people waiting and before long another 3 or 4 had joined the queue. " Thats disgusting " he heard an old lady say " yes he has no shame that boy " and they were looking directly at Ollie. His immediate reaction was to put a hand on the tear and he realised that he was touching naked skin ! He had forgotten to change out of his jock strap ( or had he ? and the left cheek of his ass was on show for everyone to see. Not just a glimpse but from what he could feel his entire left cheek was bulging from his shorts. His face flushed bright red. " Fuck " he said too loudly as almost everyone heard " charming " said the first old lady " no manners " said the other and the redness of Ollies face deepened. The cockiness from the hits of coke had completely dissipated oh how he could do with another. He wasnt sure now if he should go back or just brave it out and get on the bus. Before he could make up his mind the bus appeared, stopped and Ollie jumped on. He quickly literally ran up the stairs to the upper deck and as luck would have it there were only about 8 people on it. There were a number of young guys and girls who were spread out toward the front of the bus so Ollie turned left and sat at the back where there was just one old guy who on seeing Ollies fully exposed left cheek pass him leered at Ollie and smirked. " Fuck " said Ollie again but under his breath. No one else joined those on the upper deck, other than the conductor, a plump balding 50 year old who seemed to appear from nowhere and make a bee-line directly to Ollie, pretty quickly bearing in mind that quite a few people had also boarded the bus at the same time as him." Shit " he said again under his breath but enough to be heard by the conductor. Instead though of admonishing Ollie the conductor, who as anyone could see by the way he swished from row to row was obviously gay and as quick as a flash said " I sincerely hope not cheeky now tickets please love. Are you going on a hot date dressed like that or some Pride convention hmm I didnt realise that there was a Gay Pride event on in this area today ?". said a bit too loudly for Ollie's liking. Ollie's face seemed incapable of going any deeper red but it did. " Oh no I had an accident " " yes you already mentioned that, doesnt smell though I am pleased to say ". " No not that kind of accident " " dont mind me love I was just pulling your leg, and what you do in your own time is totally up to you, but a bit of advice for the future dear keep your ass covered up or you will frighten old ladies " " I already have. But it wasnt like that I just " " look pet I would enjoy nothing more than having a very LONG chat with you but I have work to do, say hi to your man tell him you met a cute bus conductor on your way to him " and he minced off back downstairs. One of the younger guys from the forward group approached the old guy sat in front of Ollie and said " what was all that commotion about ? " " oh something about the lad here shitting himself " Ollie's jaw dropped open and froze, Ollie wanted the floor beneath him to open up and swallow him. He heard nothing further of the conversation other than hearing the young guy laughing uncontrollably. To make matters worse Ollie had to stand up and press the request stop button which was located just behind him. On seeing Ollie's left cheek on full display the young guy erupted into another fit of laughing and by this time all those on the upper deck joined in Ollie dismounted the bus as quickly as he could with laughter ringing in his ears and then realised that he had to cross a very busy main road so he walked as quickly as he could and as he rounded a corner he heard a number of wolf whistles cat calls and other sexual banter. By now Ollie was raging and in the perfect mood for a showdown with Stan.

Chapter 3 Florian shows me his official poz test result. It becomes serious now. I see his poison cock. Hard. Upright. Dripping. He pulls me toward the bed. I lie on my back. Just wearing my jock. And long white socks. My legs slightly spread. He touches my thighs. I open up more. He’s above me. Florian kisses me again. Our tongues meet. I feel him lifting one leg, then the other. Resting them on his shoulders. I’m exposed. Defenseless. He’s in control. We kiss deeper. His tip again at my hole. This time pressing. Harder. Sting. In. Out. In. Out. In. Lust. He breaks the kiss. Looks at me. Asks: “Henning, do you want it?” Teasing my neg hole. “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, my poz boy. Well?” I push myself further onto his cock. Fucking good. I grab his ass. Pull him in. All the way. Shock. I try to push him out. He grins. He says: “You made your choice, soon poz Henning.” He gently takes my hands from his hips. Pins them above my head. I let it happen. I say: “Fuck me, Florian.” He fucks me. Long, slow strokes. Fuck, I’m so turned on. My pre-cum’s dripping. I feel it. I relax. He goes deeper. Pauses for a second each time. Each thrust feels deeper. I give in. His pace picks up. Still slow, but stronger. I look into his eyes. Lust. Desire. Anticipation. He: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed!” He laughs: “What do you want?” Me: “Your seed deep inside me!” He gets rougher. Moans. Florian, serious: “What do you *want*, Henning!?” I close my eyes. Open them. Eye contact. Intense. “I want your poz cum!” He: “Scream it!” I scream: “I want to get pregnant from you! I want you to make me poz! Give me your HIV!” Three deep strokes. He looks deep into my eyes: “NOW!” I feel him shoot. His poison cock throbs. His seed fills me. With my legs, I keep him in. All the way. Deep. He shoots seven times. Then collapses on top of me. His cock resting inside me. My dick’s hard. But I can’t reach it. He’s still holding me down.

Chapter 2 In Florian's hotel room. Just the beginning. We're sitting with a glass of champagne. My test’s running. Both still dressed, but already just in socks. My test comes back negative. Second glass. The champagne kicks in. I start playing footsie with Florian. He touches my thighs. Strokes a little. I get up, go over. Sit on his lap. He grabs me. Asks: “You feel it?” Me: “Yeah. A bit. Should take off my pants. Feel it better.” I do it. Now I’m in my jock, sitting on him. Feel his bulge through his pants. He spreads my ass. His hard-on, still in his pants, presses into my crack. I get hornier. He says: “Close your eyes, my soon poz boy. Stand up for a second.” I stand. Hear fabric sliding. I know—his pants are off. He says: “Sit back down.” I sit. His bare cock against my ass. He holds me tight. Spreads my cheeks again. His dick slides into my crack. Already hard. Getting slick. Pre-cum. He: “You feel it, boy?” Me: “Yeah. I feel your poison cock. And your pre-cum on my neg hole.” I rock back and forth. My crack gets wet. Wet with pre-cum. Wet with his poz pre-cum. The champagne hits harder. I kiss him on the lips. He hesitates. Pulls me in. Kisses me. His tongue in my mouth. Passion. Lust. My neg hole’s slippery. Suddenly—his poz tip at my neg hole. Resting there. I move. His tip presses gently. Sharp sting. In. Just the head. More pre-cum. He says: “Once I’m more than halfway in, I’m not pulling out till I’ve bred you, boy.” His tip coats my insides with his poz pre-cum. Heat. He pushes me away. Strips naked. Fast.

Guy from Reddit just left. He got two cumsicles and three fresh loads. Firsts for him: cumsicle, having a mouth suction his pussy lips, and being fucked and bred in two positions no one had ever fucked him in before. Not bad for an old guy, if I say so myself...

Was bored and hopped Sniffies for the hell of it. Messaged a guy who looked like he was actually looking - and he was, but was on his way to another bottom. It turns out that bottom insisted on a condom so he hit me up (glad I stayed on!). He wanted me ass up when he came in, so I stripped down and waited right by the door. He came in and went straight into my waiting hole. He had a nice fat cock that stretched me out - he didn’t last long and dumped a huge load in me. I sucked him clean and he took off. The perfect quickie!

Athlete three Alexander Cullen was nervous. Not only that his hands were bound to a collar, but he was also intimidated by all the senior frat boys around him. All taller than his 5.3 feet and bigger than his 156 pounds. “It's simple though” the frat boy said. Oh yeah, it was simple. Xander understood too well how the game would work. And honestly, he did not want to play. “Can I go home?” he asked timidly - Sigh – “No you can’t. Not yet. I thought we made it clear this morning when you were drop-off”, another frat boy intervened, Martin, the leader of the group. The perfect sadistic poster boy. He was now shirtless and caressing his abs. Unceremoniously, Martin slid a lubed finger in his hole while covering his mouth with his other hand. “Isn’t it exciting?” Martin said. Oh yes, the mask men who brought him here did explain what was expected from him. So, he ran. Fast. - Not fast enough – He was tackled by the poster boy himself. He was flattened to the ground by 200 pounds of pure muscles before he reached the street. Before getting up, Martin had ground his crotch on his ass, breathing on his neck. “I can’t wait to fuck your cherry away and give you my load” he had whispered. The two masked men were only few seconds away behind. And mad they were! But they didn’t hurt him too much. - you can’t play sport with two broken legs, so think hard, stupid! – His black eye, you asked? The official statement would be: “Alexander Cullen got a black eye when he tripped inadvertently while playing “Catch me if you can”, a friendly game well-known amongst fraternity. So Xander obediently followed the men inside the frathouse, down in the basement where he was tied to the floor by his balls - who knew they can be stretched so much – and by a second rope with a double hook in his nose at one end, running in his back, forcing his mouth to open then going through an eye-hook screwed in the concrete floor before being tied back to his balls. Just enough to allow a slight movement of the head. - My, my, what a nice fat tongue, hope you know how to use it - “You suck and you swallow. Everything. You bite and you become toothless.” one of the masked men told him. Without warning, the man hacked and hurled a huge glob of phlegm square on Xander’s tongue. Xander felt his stomach begin to churn as the slimy stuff slowly slid down in his mouth, leaving a tasting trail of tobacco. “Swallow” Xander shook his head, but a quick look at the man told him otherwise. And he did. - Obedience test drive successful – Then they just took turns spitting in his mouth, or letting it drip from one mouth to his. One of them swapped spit while kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue. The fun didn’t last long, the boys got bored rapidly, so they set an improvised gloryhole which consisted of a suspended bedsheet with a hole in I in front of him Martin was the first in line. He lowered the front of his sweatpants revealing his hard cock. Martin wasn't small either, a hard uncut 7 inches of meat choked him on the first thrust. - Laughs and high-fives - Then he pulled back. I could see his cock hanging in front of me. Waiting. Xander nervously took Martin’s dick in his mouth, feeling his warmth and tasting his sweat and, like a fish in water, start sucking. Xander couldn't believe this was happening, but the sooner he got them off, the sooner they would let him go. Xander did not felt Martin’s entire body stiffen, and didn’t knew that he was about to received a hot fresh load of cum until he heard Martin grunts. “Eat my fucking poz load, pussy boy. As he came, he held Xander’s head tightly against his crotch. Xander was too preoccupied by gulping the massive load, and trying not to gag too much, to realize the implication of Martin’s words. Martin wanted every drop of his cum in Xander’s stomach, so he just continue pumping his cock on the top of the tongue. “Wrap your lips around my cock and stay still” And just like that, Xander got his first taste of piss. He spluttered some around the cock and jerked his head back, causing the tight rope around his balls to stretch them even more. Martin’s hands grabbed Xander in a wise-grip and let the stream of hot piss flow in the poor athlete. - More whooping and hollering - It was a wonderful morning for the frat boys whom all nutted a creamy poz load in the no-more virgin mouth. And some piss too. A small slap behind the head brought Xander back to the current moment. “So, do you understand the game?” Xander looked at the 2 roulettes, casino-like, on the table. Both were modified, the first one were still all numbers, but the red slots ranged from 210 to 960. - these are seconds - The black ones ranged from 1 to 100. - these are quantities - The second roulette were all words: fuck, piss, suck, jerk, balls, cum, ass, spit, DP, tits, fist, drink, foot, whip, kiss, etc. "What is jackpot?" “Ah! There are two of types of them, the red jackpot is where the guy chooses what he wants to do to you, and the black jackpot, you decide which guy. This is a tricky one, because if you pick a different bro, the first guy might be pissed at you and make it harder for you on the next round, but if you don’t select a bro that clearly told you to pick him, well, I can tell you, by experience, that he will definitely get back to you. The more Xander listened to this nonsense game, the less he wanted to play. "Now if both roulettes stop at, let’s say, 210 and fuck. You get fucked for 210 seconds. If you get 100 and balls. Then you get whatever the guy dishes to do with your balls, like 100 slaps. But don’t get too worried, the odds are in your favor. - And the guys are way more creative than just slapping balls - Instinctively, Xander wanted to cup his balls in a manner to protect them. They were so sore from the earlier stretching, and the multiple “accidental” sneakers kicks he received while he was blowing them, but his hands were still firmly lock to his neck. Martin laughed because he knew exactly what was going on in Xander’s head. He has been at his place before, fuck, they all were. They all got poz at this game. And true to their words, the HMS Corporation took care of them. Yeah, they were still athletes most days, but the rest of the time, nights and weekends, they were sex boys. They were living like millionaires, but at the end, they were all well-trained whores. Martin was now finger-fucking Xander and stroking his cock “Tsk, Tsk, you are not allowed to touch yourself unless we tell you” Xander had a nice cock and round egg-sized balls. He had nothing to be ashamed of, and he liked to show off a little while showering with his teammates. No homo. Just guys banters, you know. But at this really moment, he wished to have them covered and hidden from these crazy guys. There was a brown slot marked “Shithole” and Xander did not dare to ask what it means. He would probably faint. Many slots were showing a golden "+" sign which prompted Xander to ask. "You get a poz load. We are all HIV positive, thus our fraternity. Mostly all of us have a low viral count." "Mostly?" "Well, we can't be sure as some guys don't always follow the good doctor's orders." The guy smiled. This time Xander lost it. He had to run again and escape this madness. Martin had ceased his ministrations and wrapped his arms around Xander from behind, grinding his hardening cock against his ass. “Unless you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair, in this case I will call the men to pick you up; or simply tell us you want to play the game” The corporation methods were more threats than actions. - It works every time – “I’ll do it” Xander said “What?” “Since I have no choice, I’ll play the game” Martin spun him around and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t ask to be here. You are right. Now, this is all yours.” Martin unhooked his arms and fiddled with the collar buckle to remove it. Next, he bent down removing the walking restrainer at his ankle. Xander’s cock was not totally soft which didn’t go unnoticed to Martin and other frat boys. “Walk away or play” Walk would mean to go back to his abductors. What would happen to him then? He would be in unknown territory. Play, at least, meant that he knew what was coming... It would be disgusting, harsh, and so gay! “I’ll play” “To be clear, you are willingly accepting to play our little frat game? No more bullshit being forced. It is your own decision, right?” “Yes”, a resigned Xander replied. “Not good enough”, Martin said. “Bro, pass me the recorder.” “Now, I will record this to make sure there is no misunderstanding of what is and will happen here. For you and our own protection. I want you to state your name, age and that you understand the game and that you are a willing participant.” 19-year-old Alexander Cullen executed himself promptly. Anyone viewing the video would have no doubt that Xander wasn’t coerced into this. He felt like he had just sold his soul to the devil. - As far as we know, he might as well have done it - A loud unanimous cheering came from all the 14 bros present. Beer was flowing and soon the frat boys were in party mode. Naked and in different states of arousal. To his surprise, Martin was not the first to spin the roulettes. "80!" "Kiss!" Xander was somewhat relieved! It might not be so bad after all. For sure it was homo shit – kissing a guy! For 80 seconds! – but if he closes his eyes, then he can pretend he was kissing some girls. “On your knees, faggot!” ordered the other guy and with a firm hand on his shoulder, pushed Xander down on his knees. “But… but… it says kiss…” “Yeah! Kiss my ass!” the guy shouted, bringing another chorus of cheers amongst the frat boys. Xander was now facing a very hairy and sweaty hole. He leaned in and timidly puckered his lips and kiss is first manhole. - All captured on camera - Xander thought that the 80-second task was taking long. And he thought right! No one was counting the time! He had been kissing an ass for over 2 minutes before pulling back and expressed his outrage. “Did no one told you it was your job to count or time? Unh!... And me, I just thought you fell in love with my ass. It hurts my feelings! The hairy ass guy said out loud amid more laughter. “325 fuck” “480 fuck” “380 lick” “220 suck” Unable to see the roulettes as he spends most of his time either on his knees or bent over a bench, Xander wondered if they were making up the tasks as no small number came out or excluding his ass or mouth in what would have been 2 hours since the game started. - Wish granted - “One” the guy exclaimed and waiting for the second roulette to stop spinning, prolonging the suspense. “Piss!” Xander could have believed the guy had just won a million dollars as he was beyond ecstatic, at the same time he was trying to find a way to get out of this task. He sadly remembered the acrid bitter taste of Martin’s piss, and decided he wasn’t an adept. “I’ll will suck you instead” he offered, “for 10, no 20 minutes!” “Are you crazy?” the guy said “I need to piss badly! I have stomach cramps for at least half an hour. Quick! Get back on your knees and drink my wicked piss!” Xander had no time to think about anything else as the tall guy jabbed his slim average size cock and let a strong stream of hot piss in the warm mouth below him. - Drink or drown - The guy pissed a torrent, and it overflowed, running down his torso, wetting his pubes to form a small puddle under him. No one said anything. Once done, the tall guy leaned down and French kiss Xander passionately, mixing his spit with the remaining piss. It was a passionate kiss. This guy was really into it. And a good kisser too. Then the roulette game was ready to resume. It was a little past midnight. Xander saw Martin coming towards the table, fully erected. Not the biggest amongst the guys, but Martin sure knew how to use it. A mighty cock. “Stand up”, he ordered me. “You did very well, you turned out to be a good player. As a reward, I will let you spin the roulettes for me” Xander was dubious about the reward, but somehow flattered and excited to participate. - Boys and their toys - As the first roulette spinned, Martin came closer to Xander, behind him, and reached his nipples, toying with them erotically while licking the inside of his ear. “Hey! Xander falsely protested. His brain was all confused with all the sexual activities, and his body was unwillingly responsive to the stimulation. “14” was announced “Mmmh… this is the perfect number. Open your mouth” Martin leaned in close, very close, that it looked like Martin would kiss him. With two of his fingers, Martin kept the mouth open and spit in it 3 or 4 times, then kissed him deeply. “Spin the roulette and seal you fate” - As if the devil knew – “Poz” Xander looked at the marble in the roulette, stopped in one of the "+" slot, then up at Martin “For real? 14 fucks?” “I’m afraid so, baby. Me and my bros wouldn’t have it another way. Let’s find a bed. I want you on your back and see your face when I give you my first poz load in that sweet little ass” *** Joey was exhausted and impressed. He survived. He never thought the horse cock would fit in his ass. The businessman took his time to prove him wrong. His ass was sore and blinking on its own. Joey had no control anymore as the ass ring was pulsing like a heartbeat. The cock went deep in his gut, poking his stomach from the interior, depositing a lot of poz cum, so deep it would never see the light, ever. Joey’s life was transformed. The businessman had explained to Joey, between load 2 and 3, what he needed to know about the HMS Corporation and how he was owned by it. That Joey would get trained, differently, and he was expected to comply. Dimitri would make sure of it. An hour later, Joey was bagged and shipped to his new orientation camp where Adam had just completed – and failed – his cocksucking lesson. The man that showed up for a one-on-one meeting was different than his previous trainers. Adam rapidly understood that it would be worse than the last hours of cocksucking he went through. Fingers were shoved on each side of his mouth, widening it to the extreme and holding the position. Adam had tried to grab the man’s wrist to stop it, but the man was stronger than him. A couple of strong knee jerks to his groin made it clear that he was not to resist. He found himself on the floor, deploring his small thrashed balls while the man reattached his hands to the collar. He didn’t notice the fingers were gone until they returned to insert a spider gag. The man turned little screws on each side of the ring, increasing the ‘O’ formed by his mouth to a new level. “If a man ever feel teeth again or even the shadow of a tooth on his cock, I will knock all your teeth. It is not a threat; it is a promise. So, you better put some effort into your lesson and become a first-class cocksucker.” Adam was left on the floor, saliva slowly drooling on his chin.

Have you ever been fist fucked by multiple men all day, night or weekend? How wrecked was your hole afterwards? My two most extreme ff gangbang experiences were Gran Canaria and Cape Town. I can't remember which club it was in Gran Canaria or how I ended up in a sling opposite where people were queueing for the toilet. Oddly it didn't look like a sex club when I first entered 15 minutes prior. The light from the toilet shone on my ass and i was in that sling for hours so everyone at the club had a good look at some point. The stranger that put me in the sling fucked me raw and invited others to have a go or let them when they asked. Every man that fucked me afterwards said I had the sloppiest and loosest hole they've ever fucked. In Cape Town on a 2 week vacation I was taken to a hotel that had a room with a sling. He invited several friends that invited more and I was available for use by the hotel guests.

I love wearing cock rings and have several. My favorite is a thick chrome donut. It comes in 2 halfs and joins magnetically so it’s easy to put on and get off. It’s a real tight fit and it gets me super hard. I like to wear it under my sweats so it shows of my semi hard cock and it feel amazing when I’m fucking each time I thrust my cock in his hole.

yeah add another in the camp of if my cock is in you, I'm cumming in you. I don't pull out for anyone men or women, my seed always get shot inside. There's no point in sex to me unless I can leave part of me swimming in whoever I'm fucking. roughtly 350-400 holes so far and counting, I love spreading my seed.

Chapter 1 We meet in the lobby of his hotel. I’m turned on. And nervous. I recognize him instantly. He smiles — calm, confident. There’s a subtle bulge in his pants. His poisonous cock, his desire, visible. We sit down in a quiet corner. I take the armchair. He chooses the sofa. We order water. His name is Florian. Small talk — the weather, his trip. Then he starts playing with my feet under the table. He pats the empty seat beside him. "Henning, come over here." I sit next to him. Feel his warm hand on my thigh. He leans in. Fingers lift my chin. A kiss — soft, but certain. "Let’s go upstairs, Henning." In the elevator, we kiss again. Deeper this time. His hand slides to my ass. He feels my jock-strap. Mine moves to that bulge in his pants. And yes — there’s something big waiting.

Prologue The first warm days of spring. Everything tingling. Hormones. Naughty thoughts. A profile – his profile. Few words, but strong energy. I message him. Just like that. “Hey hey.” He replies fast. “What are you into? What's your status?” I type back without thinking: “Tested negative for HIV. Not taking Prep. Raw. Mostly bottom. Risk turns me on.” I’m hard instantly. How will he respond? Will he even reply? I’m 45. He’s maybe 35. “I’m poz, on meds. If that’s your thing, I’ll make sure you’re dripping with my HIV cum after. Real. Raw. No protection.” I read it twice. Feel the pressure building. A fantasy wakes up. We write more. Pictures: He looks attractive, normal build. A handsome, and a poz guy. Myself, average build, naked in the woods, bent over a tree trunk. Exposed. Words that hit. No small talk, no games. He says he’ll be in my city soon. Business trip. Wants to know if I’m truly in. If I’ll show him I’m ready. I nod – even though he can’t see it. Mail after mail, the tension grows. He writes: “If we lock this in, I want it real. I will stop my meds then. No halfway bullshit.” I’m rock hard. Finally. Someone who means it. “I want to be your poz Dad, Boy. So you'll make a test. Just before I'm fucking you.” One sentence. And my mind explodes. Pre dripping. Nothing’s certain yet. But the thought is there. Deep. Three weeks later. You're in town. You stopped your meds two weeks ago. I'm still off Prep. It becomes real. Today. 2 p.m.

It finally happened. This ass is no longer a virgin. Some of you may remember this was supposed to happen a couple weeks ago, but the guy thought my mouth felt too good and came quickly during what I thought was foreplay. I've been bugging him since then to come and finish the job, but he was reluctant. I suspect he's partnered. Regardless, he hooked me up with a friend of his. He is 54, 6-something tall and said he weighed about 260 llbs. He is more than twice my weight! Just a beautiful, hairy man, with a nice belly. Ok, I'll stop. It was clear he had one thing on my mind. Just moments after he got fully hard in my mouth, he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me on the bed. I was shaking, pretty nervous. Anyway, this isn't a blog, he ate my ass for quite a while, fucked me doggy, then pushed me flat on my stomach and fucked me prone. A couple minutes later he warned me that he was going to cum. He gave me about three seconds to tell him to pull out. I didn't, and he bred me screaming to a god he doesn't believe in. Fuck it was amazing. I woke him up with a blowjob swallow this morning in appreciation.

I usally don't mix my play with the gym or my gym routine. However, I made a huge exception with this bro that I've seen at the gym quite abit. Picture 5'11, 198 pounds of solid beef, curly black hair, brown eyes, pecs and a huge white boy bubblebutt in short gym shorts! We chatted abit and then headed over to his place for beers. I found out real quick his GF is outta town and he wanted to fuck! I told him that he'd first have to sit that fat ass on my face! I tongued that bro cunt like no tomorrow as he jerked off, got hard, then fucked me ! His fucking babies leaked outta my ass afterwards as he sat back on my face and I flossed my teeth with his butt crack hair and shot my load!

I have an occasional fuckbuddy who breeds me every couple of months. He doesn't live in my town but when he is around he likes to leave a load in my ass. He's married to a woman I think. He never kisses me - he fucks my mouth and my ass, deposits a load in my ass, makes me clean his dick afterwards and leaves. He has a slightly above average cock that my ass can accommodate fairly easily with some lube and poppers. I got an SMS from him today asking if I was available. I said yes and we agreed a time. He replied saying he was with his 'nephew' and would I service them both. Naturally I agreed. He told me his nephew was not out so I needed to wear a blindfold. I trust my fuckbuddy as he has been reliable for a number of years so I agreed. When my doorbell rang I buzzed them in, put on the blindfold and assumed the position - kneeling on the bed with my face on the mattress and my ass in the air. Maybe they needed quick relief. When they arrived the 'nephew' (not sure he was really my fuckbuddy's nephew but I played along) commented on how old I was (to his uncle). I am 66 years old so not young. Don't worry about that, you can do what you want to him - he's obedient. The nephew unzipped his trousers and placed the most enormous uncut cock into my mouth. It smelled slightly cheesy -like he'd had a shower the day before but had taken a piss a few time. I got to work cleaning it - running my tongue under his foreskin and feeling it grow into an absolute monster cock. His uncle tongued my asshole as I sucked the younger's pole. I heard him reach for lube and felt the head of his cock plunge into me. He started a rhythmic pounding which felt good while his nephew had my head in his hand while he roughly facefucked me. I gagged on his monster cock but he didn't let up. Eventually they swapped places - I tasted my assjuices from my fuckbuddy's tool. Thankfully he had loosened my hole as the assault that was about to hit it would have been impossible. I asked for poppers which were passed to me. Even with the poppers it was a tight fit. After a few thrusts i felt my splincter expand into a sloppy open bottom the young man violated my cunt. I was just a slab of fuckmeat for them - fully blindfolded - as they took turns on my mouth and ass. The uncle suggested a double fuck. To his nephew. My consent was assumed - correctly. He rolled over onto his back with his cock still buried in my gut. My ass my in the air as is uncle slowly eased his cockhead into me. It was so tight and slighlty painful that deep thrusts were not possible. It must have felt good as in a short space of time his shot what felt like a thick load into me. He dismounted and made me suck him clean. The nephew continued his anal assault until I felt his tense up and eventually he exploded in my. His cock was too sensitive for me to clean but he shoved three fingers into my hold, scooped out a blend of cum and forced it into my mouth which I greedily swallowed. 'I told you he was good' said my fuckbuddy. 'Yeah he was pretty good' came the reply. They got dressed and quickly left. I removed the blindfold, I got an SMS 30 minutes later to say they had enjoyed themselves. I want to become the nephew's bitch. Getting a slab of meat like that in me again on a regular basis would be a very good thing.

My hole

You never know what other people are thinking or how it lands with them so I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s best not to engage, and not to let it affect you. A simple «ok» or a smileyface is a good answer and then you don’t think about it more. If he keeps harassing you block obviously. Im in Paris now and obviously taking some dick and connecting with other cum pigs (found 2 already! Yay! 🙌🏻). I had a guy message me last night with just a 😈 face as the first message. As I wasn’t wasting time I said I had 2 loads in and if he wanted a cumsloppy fuck. He replied immediately with a barrage of insults about how disgusted he was and how I should NOT message him. Like fine dude I just said «ok :)», then a couple more insults and then he ran out of steam. Water off a ducks back, no harm done, found the 3rd and last guy of the night 2 min later 😉

Friday got off work early and checked out the bookstore. It's in a rural location which keeps it interesting. Went to the gay movie theater section which is kept almost completely dark except for the light from the video playing. Leaned against the wall and waited. Skinny otter type guy approached me and started rubbing my dic. His paints were unbuttoned with the zipper down. I reached around back and found a nicely lubed asshole. He said he had just arrived and was looking to get fucked. No problem I said. We moved to a section with semiprivate booths where he backed onto me. It was a nice slow to moderate fuck which ended with me giving him a load followed by him cleaning me off.

My step-brother and I are taking loads together at the double tree downtown July 19 and 20. No loads refused. Where are the nasty Philly breeders? Sniffies ad will be posted.

The 2 guys postponed the Monday meeting until just now. They have just left. I was blindfolded and in a jockstrap when i buzzed them in. Neither fucked me but both came in my mouth and I ate every drop of their sperm. I want the huge-cocked nephew to destroy my hole again though.

At a sauna yesterday, got fucked on a sling. Guy shot a huge load. So slutty to walk around with cum dripping out. Later got fisted in the dark room, no further lube required. Shot my cum on the top. Nice visit.

I douche most days using a douche attachment to shower hose, followed an application of Vit E cream. I feel much cleaner this way and ready for a fuck, fist or toy. so far not aware of any problem arising.

Freshly fucked

Get a pump.

This was a busy week, I got fucked and bred once a day by different men. One guy, a sexy grad student at the university in town. I haven’t taken his cock in a while, but scheduled a session with him. He and I made out passionately. He’s fit and trim and handsome to look at and make out with. I sucked him good and hard then slid down his cock and rode him cowgirl style. I then got on my back and begged him to make out while breeding me. He came really hard while driving his cock balls deep. Love how I can feel his cock throbbing inside me. I squeezed hard using my ass muscles to clamp down and get every drop of cum inside me. He did finger me good after and feed me his cum. Next day I took a load from a young man who’s fucked me good the past couple months. He’s tall, super fit,, lean and 19 with a huge uncut cock. He always gets in very deep and can pound my ass so good. He busted a massive load. The next day was my weekly regular fuck stud David Beckham look alike. He’s super ly hung and has a huge ballsack. I always suck him hard, suck his balls, he eats me out and breeds me so good. He delivered a big load. Thursday is an out of towner staying at nearby hotel with easy access from parking. He’s mid 30’s Texan with a hot body, hair in all the right places, super masculine and smells so good. We make out, suck him hard. He’s packing 8” and I deep throat him. Somehow my gag reflex has gone away. Probably from sucking so much cock the past month. I’ve got really good lung capacity so I can suck deep, hold my breath while stroking cock with my throat muscles. After a bit, I get on my back, left my legs up to expose my pussy and let him slide in. My ass is more loose this week from all the cock I’ve taken. He gets in with one solid push and I’m in heat as he’s pistoning in and out and had me have some nice anal orgasms without cumming. I finally shot my load as he reached orgasm and pumped his sperm inside me. Friday was a quick hookup on the side of the running trail where I knew there were cruising happening. I was on sniffles and saw a guy nearby on the app. I contacted him and sled if he needed to fuck. He did, I met up and we went down a path out of view and I pulled my shorts down to expose my hole. I sucked him to get him wet and hard. He drove his spit covered cock inside me and fucked really hard. I was up against a tree to brace myself while he rammed his cock so hard and deep inside my ass. His cock was huge, very hard, and slight curve to it. After about 10 mins he finally nutted inside me. I pulled up my jock and jogging shorts and continued on my run, squeezing my ass to keep his seed inside me. In fact all the men this week I made sure to keep their loads inside me all night. I wanted to absorb all their sperm and let it soak into my pussy. I’ve let my ass recover the past two days, but I’ll probably get back to cock tomorrow morning when I do another run.

@Medwaym As always, thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast Yeah, just sucks getting sick and then getting thrust into the busiest part of the year at work @kitpig Yeah, just sucks this is always the busiest time of the year for my field, only second to winter @KinkyTallBottom I have been, just been nuts at work Again, sorry for the delay. Been busy working 70+ hours every week at work, picking up a ton of shifts, working on a few major projects on my house, doctors appointments, and just life in general. Hopefully now that the projects are pretty much done for now, I should have a little more free time. Also, been working on something with someone on here. Can't really share anything yet as we had a major wrench thrown in the plans, but expect something hopefully soon on this. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 7- Business Growth Strategies Through Diversification Slowly, I made my way upstairs, letting Greg lead the way until we entered the master suite. My eyes grew big as I took in the sight. A massive bed, larger than any I had seen before took up much of the room, with a closed set of double doors, which I presumed went to the massive bathroom on one side, and a large open door to a walk in closet on the opposite wall. “Jeez, this bed is huge…” I said out loud, slowly walking towards the bed before flopping down face first and letting out an appreciative groan. The thick pillow top of the mattress let my body sink in, making me feel nearly weightless. “Heh, yeah, they call it an Alaskan king,” Greg said, flopping beside me and slowly rubbing his hand on my naked ass, occasionally slipping his finger into my flooded and loose hole, “Makes for a lot of space for orgies.” “And for having sex fueled sleep overs with sexy little cum pigs like you,” Mike said, coming into the room, holding a few bottles of water. Lazily, I flopped over onto my back and watched as Greg got up and walked over to Mike, as the two exchanged a deep kiss. Slowly, I felt my cock stir inside the cage, unable to get hard as I watched the two men continue to make out. Eventually, they broke the kiss and turned to me, motioning at the bed. “Go ahead and crawl in bed, we all could use a quick nap to recharge,” Mike said, before he and Greg went over to the walk in closet. Slowly, I shuffled up the bed, sinking into the mattress easily. Finally, I made it to the top and pulled back the covers before sliding under the comforter. Both men quickly returned, now naked and joined me under the sheets, Mike on one side, Greg on the other. I quickly found myself feeling drowsy, as my body began to relaxing into the deep pillowtop. Slowly, Mike gripped my chin and turned my head towards his, locking lips with me as he deeply kissed me, his tongue slithering around mine. I could taste the cigar and pipe smoke in his spit before he broke the kiss, turning my head towards Greg. “Don’t forget to give Daddy and I a kiss goodnight, boy,” Greg said, before turning over and shutting the lights off on the switch next to the bed. As I then made out Mike, I felt as Greg turned my lower body so that my ass was against his groin. Slowly, Mike and I broke apart as well, and after fully turning onto my side, I slowly drifted off to sleep, my hand draped over Mike’s cock and balls. ——— I woke up groggily what felt like a few hours later to the feeling of Mike holding my tight against him, his hard cock pressed right at the entrance of my hole, threatening to breech it with just a slight movement. Slowly I pushed my ass back, enjoying the feeling as Mike’s cock slowly slid deep inside me. Instantly, Mike let out a sleepy groan and pushed his hard cock in deeper. I let out a shaky sigh, and slowly began to work my ass back and forth on his cock, enjoying the achy feeling of my well used ass getting stretched out again, using the previous cum loads in my hole as lube. After a few minutes, Mike grabbed both arms around me and growled softly in my ear. “Mmmmm, does that hungry boy hole need a midnight snack from Daddy,” he asked, punctuating the question with a hard slam deep in my hole. Slowly, I twisted myself slightly and locked lips with him, making out as he slowly began to work his thick cock in and out of my hole. Eventually, I broke away from the kiss and looked over at Greg, who now appeared to be slightly awake, his covers now slid off and working his hardening cock in the dim light of the room. “Looks like a pretty hungry hole there,” Greg said, shaking his cock at me, “Roll him over babe.” Quizzically, I looked at Greg, as Mike suddenly grabbed my legs and brought my knees to my chest before rolling us both back on to his back, cock still lodged in my hole. I watched as Greg slowly got up on his knees and shuffled over to between Mike’s legs. Suddenly, he gave his hard dick a few shakes. “Open wide boy,” he said, grinning, before pushing his dick against my already filled hole, “Daddy and I are gonna give you an extra helping of man meat.” Slowly, Greg began to push his hard dick into my hole, alongside Mike’s cock. I let out pained groan, feeling as though my ass was splitting in two. Slowly my ass began to open as the second large cock slid into me. “FUCK,” Greg growled, before finally giving a solid slam and seating himself deep alongside Mike’s cock. I groaned more and breathed hard, willing myself to relax at the intense stretching of my ass. After a few moments, Mike and Greg slowly started pistoning in and out of my hole, using the cum in my ass as lubricant. After several minutes, the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as I began to get used to the stretching sensation. “Pig boy seems to love getting stretched out, babe,” Mike said, a smile across his face, “Making his tight hole fucking milk my cock here.” I began to push back on the two cocks, mentally trying to make my hole squeeze down on their cocks. This caused Greg to groan happily, as he started to fuck my ass faster. “You close babe,” Greg asked, grabbing on my waist and helping me slam down on both their dicks, “Want to shoot together in his hole?” “Fuck yeah, getting pretty close,” Mike groaned. The pace picked up even more, and suddenly I felt one then both cocks twitch inside my ass, before Greg let out a loud growl, and then my ass felt like it was flooded by two cocks shooting at once. I suddenly felt my balls pull tight against my body as my cum shot through the slit on the cock cage, drooling out a large load onto Mike’s stomach. Greg slowly pulled out his spent, cum covered cock out of my ass before rolling me over and off of Mike’s cock. Grabbing my head, Mike pushed my head towards his stomach, wordlessly directing me to clean my load off his body. I went lower and licked Mike’s cock clean before turning my head and sucking the remaining cum on Greg’s spent cock. Exhausted, I flopped back on my back as Greg got up and walked over to his side of the bed, grabbing two of the water bottles. Handing one to me, I opened it and took several gulps. Handing the bottle back wordlessly to him, I flopped back against the pillow, once again spent and exhausted. Greg climbed back into the bed again, this time pulling me against him as we all three drifted asleep. ——— Two more times in the night I was bred, first by Greg and then again by Mike. This time, each one fucked a load in my ass solo silently before we drifted back to sleep. Eventually, I woke up as Mike was getting up and getting dressed. “Got to go in to work for a few hours, sexy boy. I’ll be back by the time you and Greg get done running a errand,” he explained, before kneeling on the bed and kissing me deeply. I nodded and laid back, feeling as Greg’s yet again hard cock pressed against my hole. “Have fun babe,” Greg said groggily, playfully pressing his cock hard against my ass, letting jus the head pop in. Mike quickly left the room, smiling and shaking his head, as Greg continued to tease my hole. Finally, he pulled out, and turned to look at the clock. “Come on, time to get up and get ready,” he said, shucking the covers off of both of us. Slowly I got up, stretching and feeling my back pop, as my ass throbbed. Quietly, I followed Greg back into the bathroom as he turned on the shower and we both showered in silence, feeling my self get turned on when he turned to me and aimed his cock at me, covering me in a shower of his dark morning urine. I knelt down on my knees as he pissed on me and once he finished, I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the last remaining drops off of his dick, causing him to happily groan. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said, slowly fucking his cock into my mouth, “Suck that man piss out of my dick.” Satisfied it was clean, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and motioned for me to stand up before shutting off the water. “Time to get dressed and run a few errands,” Greg chuckled, before giving my locked cock a few tugs. We walked back into the bedroom as Greg went to the closet, pulling out a plain pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, tossing them at me. “Try these on, see if they fit,” he said, before walking back into the closet. Slowly, I pulled each on, impressed to see each fit pretty much perfectly. Turning around I watched as Greg walked out of the closet, wearing a olive grey shirt and khaki shorts. “Fit ok?” He asked walking over to the door, not waiting for my answer. “Yeah, thanks for the change of clothes…” I said, quietly following him down stairs and into the garage, as we both entered his gleaming black SUV in silence. Greg started up the vehicle and as we pulled out, he handed me a pair of sunglasses, before pulling on a pair of his own. I looked around for a second before he spoke. “Don’t worry, windows are tinted, nobody will recognize you,” he said, slowly rubbing his hand up my thigh after shifting the car into drive. We sat in silence for a few minutes as he drove towards a part of town I wasn’t as familiar with, his hand rubbing and squeezing my thigh, turning me on and continuing to make the cock cage well known to me. “So, boy,” he began, slowly reaching my balls and fondling them, “Tell me about this late night hookup in the park.” Slowly, I gulped and slowly began my recount of the encounter, starting at the found condom in the woods and my thoughts on it before finally ending on the guy in the woods. During my retelling, Greg would occasionally reach back over and adjust his cock in his pants, the story obviously turning him on. Finally, he spoke. “So, boy, Daddy and I were talking, and its time we set up some ground rules,” he said, as he calmly pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall. I nodded, and waited. “First off, you will continue your smoking and we want you to start collecting used condoms full of cum,” Greg explained, reaching to my sweatpants and slowly working a finger up to my puffy, well used hole, “Daddy and I noticed that full condom with random spunk in it and have a fun plan for you on it. As long as its fresh and warm, collect the condom loads. Also, you can blow anyone you want. So what you did the other night is ok in our book.” I nodded, shifting slightly as his finger poked into my asshole, the nail dragging slightly on the swollen skin. “Next, no more shaving and no more cutting your hair. Daddy and I want something to grab on to while fucking you. In fact, we want to shape you into our perfect son. So that means we decide on you getting tattoos and piercings, and we want you addicted to smoking,” he said, adding a second finger in my ass, “You can give input and ask for things you like, and we will consider it, but you will do as we ask. Because you want to be our boy.” This time, I let out a shaky breath and a nod, my cock painful as my dick tried to harden, trapped against the walls of the cage. “Third, when ever we tell you to come over, you will stop what your doing, and come over to service us,” he said, grinning, shoving a third finger in as if to drive the point home, “If there is something major that you absolutely can’t leave, you will tell us ahead of time, but otherwise, when we tell you to come over, you come over.” I groaned, feeling the fingers sliding in and out of my ass, the nails on his fingers occasionally catching and causing me to flinch. “Last, taking loads. Unless me and Daddy tell you otherwise, any guy that fucks you will have to wrap up. You can save their load in the condom, and tell them its for the plan we have for you, “ he said, finally working the fourth digit into my ass lips, causing me to groan louder, “Anyone who we’ve told you can load your piggy hole is allowed free access, or who can show you a text message saying we gave them permission to use your sweet hole. Got it?” I nodded, breathing hard as Greg slowly worked the four fingers in and out of my ass slowly. He smiled before suddenly pulling them out and shutting off the car. “We’re here at your first field trip, boy,” he said, opening the door and slamming it shut, waiting for me to exit as well and follow him into the building. The nondescript shopping center had a few shops in it, ranging from a Boba Tea Shop, to a tanning salon, and a few other places. However, dead ahead was one that piqued my curiosity. Brewer Cigar, Tobacco and Men’s Gift Shop, the sign above the entrance read. The sign on the door said closed, however, and I went to tell Greg as such when he pulled out a large bundle of keys and unlocked the door, letting both of us in before turning around and locking it behind us. “You in here yet, Ben?” Greg called out, as I looked around the store. Various pipes and tobacco were on display, as well as he opposite wall with various men’s gift things, like humidors, ashtrays, custom lighters, golf bags, paperweights, and the like. Slowly I walked around the room, taking everything in as a muffled voice came from the back room. “Yeah, just grabbing some inventory from the back,” the voice yelled out in a deep booming bass. Out walked out a tall and heavy set man with muscles and a thick beard, unlit cigar in the corner of his mouth. In his hands was several boxes of cigars, each displaying a different name. “Hey man, got here earlier than I though you would,” Ben said, before reaching around and giving Greg a large hug. “Yeah, made good Tim going across town. Mike sends his love,” Greg said, looking around before stepping behind the counter. “Who’s this then?” Ben said, suddenly turning towards me, and embracing me in a hug as well. “That’s our latest ‘project’,” Greg said, smiling as I could almost see the quotations around the word in the air, “Loved what Jay and Gordon did with theirs, and decided we had to have one as well. Figured we’d bring him out and about for a few errands.” Suddenly I felt Ben’s meaty hand slowly drifting down, running under the loose grey sweatpants and firmly gripping my ass cheek, one of his fingers gently probing at my hole. “I’m the first to take a crack at him other than you two,” he asked, before pulling his finger out and giving my ass another squeeze. “Yeah,” Greg said, turning around and looking at the wall full of pipes, “Mike figured you could use a pick me up after your break up, and we figured you’d be more than willing to help Riley here out with a nice discount on getting turned into a real smoking man.” “Fuck yeah, think I can be more than willing to give him a few pipes and cigars, maybe more depending on how good a time we have,” Ben growled, smiling, “He a virgin to smoking?” “No, sadly, we got the pleasure of starting him,” Greg said, smiling, “But he is one that’s always more than eager to please, aren’t you boy? Has quite the warm and inviting hole too, and you would know he skipped breakfast. Maybe you could help out with giving him a protein shake or something…” I nodded, feeling somewhat turned on with how their were talking about me, like a pet or some sort of sex slave. Which if I thought about it, I was in a way. “Fuck yeah, think I think I can come up with something in the lounge,” he said, grinning. Slowly he lead me to the door marked Cigar Lounge and shut the door behind us.

Athlete Two Confused. That is how Adam ‘Pickle’ McCormick felt when he opens his eyes. It what the slight swinging movement that woke him up. He was on his back, naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet firmly cuffed to posts. He was able to move his head. Each movement made the sling rock a little. He didn’t even know the device he was in was call a sling, but he did know about the small - very small - cock ring that was tightly squeezing his balls and cock. He was small down there, thus his nickname. He learned that early in his life. All his teammates had seen it, and he was grateful that none of them ever teased him about it. Except for the nickname. But for now, due to the cock ring, his small male attribute – his pickle – was standing tall at a 2-1/2 inches over two marble balls. Adam didn’t know how long he was there. Not too long, he said to himself, as his arms weren’t numb yet. It was not totally dark but couldn’t quite distinguish where he was. He could feel that he was in a larger room. Like a gymnasium. It was silent. He tried to call for help, but his voice was muffled by a hard plastic ball gag. He was alone. So, he thought. Adam quickly snapped out of his reverie when a low, deep voice from a man behind him asked. “Are you gay, Adam?” “No… why… who are y… Arrrrgh! Fuck…!” While startled by the man behind him, Adam didn’t see a second man coming between his legs who swiftly brought down a wooden ruler to his exposed balls. “You just answer my question and nothing else, do you understand?” the voice asked. Before he could answer, another whack was given to his small balls. “Yes” “It is yes Sir” the voice commanded at the same time as the ruler punished for third time is now sensitive sack. “Yes sir” Adam replied quickly. “You are not gay, but you like to put a finger in your ass when you masturbate. Isn’t it?” How the man knew that? Adam thought for a few seconds. Surely, he is fishing! The second man gently move the ruler over his balls. Forcing his head up to look at the man in front of him, Adam knew that it was not a man you want to mess with. The man’s head was shaved and shirtless. A lot of tattoos ornated his muscled body. No fat there. The man tilted his head indicating Adam to answer the question. “No… not really. I mean, I might have by curiosity, but no”. Adam’s answer was not convincing, but the man said nothing. Someone – the man? – maneuver the sling so Adam found himself in a sitting position. Like in a gynecological chair. All exposed. Suddenly, in front of him, a large screen illuminated the room allowing Adam to acknowledge his surroundings. He was in a small movie theater, maybe 20-24 seats. “It is movie time, Adam.” The man was standing next to him on his right, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Adam was unable to ignore the man’s cock in his pant. The cock didn’t make a bulge instead it was stretching the trouser, snaking down obscenely. The second man – his torturer – rolled a cart full of DVDs. “Who the fuck uses DVDs these days?” Adam thought. “There are over 2350 hours of movies in there. You pick the movie” the man said calmy. “Pick a number between 1 and 675” Adam frowned. “What I am doing here” he asked. “Let me go” For a sole response, the shirtless man started squeezing on one of his balls with 2 fingers. “500” Adam blurted out as pain courses through his body. “Good choice” To Adam’s surprise there were about a dozen men sitting in the theater. The man brought a hand to his chest and teased his nipple. “Enjoy the movie. I sure will do” the man chuckle. Adam froze. The view was of a bedroom. His bedroom! How was it possible? Then a door open and Adam saw himself coming out of the bathroom, naked from a shower, his small hard cock leading the way. He was dancing, moving his hips. If his cock would have been bigger, it would have swing, but no, nothing was moving except his hips. Some men in the room were cheering and laughing. Adam remembered exactly the scene playing before him. It was last fall when his parents were on vacation and left him alone for a rare time. He had strutted naked in the house almost the entire week! Entertaining himself with a jerk fest in very room of the house. Adam closed his eyes, trying to understand how the recording was possible. Another cheering forced him to open his eyes. The Adam on the screen was on the bed, on his back, knees at his head and was pumping two fingers in his freshly hairless ass. “Oh yeah, fuck me. So good” Adam was humiliated beyond possible as he heard the room exploding in laugher. The video lasted 44 minutes, by then most of the men were naked and stroking their cocks openly. “Still not gay, Pickle?” The man was now stroking Adam’s cock, pulling the foreskin back completely, exposing the wet glans of the small cock. “We have time for another movie. Pick another number” Adam hesitated between 1 and the last one, 675. Assuming they were numbered chronologically, the #1 would tell him when it all started, and the #675 the last time he got filmed. As if the man sensed his hesitation, he told Adam “It doesn’t really matter, you will get a copy. You will be able to watch all of them” “A copy!?” Adam asked incredibly. “Yes, a copy. You already have a paying website of your own on the dark web, ready to be launched unless you obey all is asked from you like a good obedient slave. Your choice really” Unbeknownst to Adam, the site was already active for a while now and edited videos of “Pickle, the jock” was bringing a lot of money. “If you want my advice, #579 is worth to be seen” The man was still playing with his cocklet, and Adam was slowing reaching the point of no return. Adam just nodded. “579 it is! Dimitri let’s play “Pickle and his cousin”! Adam relived last New Year’s Eve when his older cousin, Mario, force him to give not 3 or 4, but 6 full blowjobs over the night until sunrise. All with a full load of cum that Adam swallowed after showing it to his cousin, mouth wide opened and after swishing it around his mouth – to make sure he remembered how his cousin tasted until next time. A 7-hour movie. No one really watched it as most of the men face-fucked him before getting sloppy turns at his gaping ass. The first one to bust his cherry ass was his torturer, the guy’s name was Dimitri. He was not very big, but he fucked non-relentless, like a machine, tearing his inside and flooding him with the first cum of the day. He would remember his first fuck for the rest of his life. And three more things of his deflowering. The first is how everyone laughed at him when he asked Dimitri to wear a condom “You are the condom, Pickle!” and Dimitri thrusted his hard cock in the tight ass. The second thing is Adam spewed his cum while being fucked “Yeah, give us your last negative load” he heard the men said. The final thing was how he got mesmerized by the scorpion tattoo on Dimitry’s flank. The scorpion was moving on its own as Dimitry was doing a belly-dancing fuck. “Oh here it comes… fuck… take my poz babies' sweetheart… Unngh… Unngh… argh… oh fuck… unngh… fuck… fuuuuuck…” It was over. Dimitri fucked his cock few more time in the warm ass, pushing the cum as deep as he could until his cock became too sensitive. Dimitri presented his semi-hard cock to Adam. “Clean it” Adam smelled the dirty cock before he tasted the slimy mixture of ass, blood and cum. After that, it was cock after cock. He was just a cum dump for men with real cock. When all the men had left, a still naked Dimitri came back and untied him from the sling. Although he did physically nothing during the gangbang, Adam was exhausted. Dimitri had no problem moving him to a bare room with only a large bed. The first man with the deep voice was there. Adam watched him removing his clothes. If the trouser did nothing to hide the large cock, the fancy boxer was even more revealing. “Oh fucking shit, the man was huge! His cock was thick. Thicker than any other men that fucked him today. And longer, like you would see in some porn movie. Adam found the strength to crawl back as far as possible on the bed leaving behind him a trail of cum which made Dimitri laughed sadistically. The man was going to fuck Adam like no one ever did. Dimitri was now holding him in his arms, stretching his nipples as a distraction. The man pushed his massive cock into the cum-lubricated ass. Adam felt being a virgin again. After this fuck, he will never be the same again. “You are mine, Pickle, you are mine” as the man kissed Adam’s neck. *** While Adam was deflowered a second time, Joey was on his knees learning to worship balls. He was blindfolded, but he knew he was lapping and sucking balls from various men. They were patient, guiding him slowly on how to please the man above him. Each pair of balls was different: shape, size, hairy to hairless, smell. Joey resigned himself to do what they asked, then it will be over. He would go back to his life and forget about this. He was on auto-pilot and licking balls like it was natural, paying enough attention to follow the directives but, unfortunately for him, not enough for him to avoid his impending punishment. “Now, identify the owner of the balls” “What?…” a disturbed Joey asked. He remembered each guy introducing themselves, but he never tried to associate and memorize the guy to his balls. Joey failed miserably. His punishment was a success. His balls had doubled in size and already turned from angry red to dark purple. Despite the reassurance they gave him, Joey was sure that he would never be able to have children in the future. “Well, to start, you were never meant to have children.” His punisher told him. “Five minutes rest, then we start the cocksucking lessons”, a different voice said.

I won't forget my second, third or fourth either. My first is also my first regular cock. He said it's going to take a while for him to get tired of fucking my little ass. Last night, just after he sighed after first pushing inside doggy, he grabbed me by the hair, wrapped me a choke hold and whispered in my ear: "No one else will ever be able to make your ass his custom made hole". Then he fucked me slow, with long strokes as he choked me, giving me barely enough air. My god, I never knew that was a kink I would love. I get the impression he's working me up to his desired bdsm level. I'm so excited by that thought. My count is now four loads in my ass. I've also swallowed his nut four times now. Viagra is just wonderful haha. He knows how to use a boy. Lots of ass to mouth, and he likes to press my cheeks together and fuck my crack--though I think he does this because he is too close, and needs a break because he isn't done fucking me. It's hot how he cares only for himself. He brought a cage for me and I haven't touched my cock since Friday. I'm going a little mad. I was close to cumming hands free this morning, but I made the mistake of telling him and he pulled out and made me finish him in my mouth. I haven't earned a release yet apparently. His ratio is 1:10 (at least) and then it's handsfree or nothing. Two more cums for him and then maybe I get one. This morning, I woke to him manhandling me. I wasn't even fully awake before he pushed his cock in. It was a wonderful haze before I became fully conscious. My favorite is when he pins me under his bulk. I can hardly breathe, let alone move. His cock is tapered, so it's thinner at the top, but gets quite thick near the base. He loves my make me grunt in pain when he's balls deep. Then he fucks me with short, hard, fast stabbing strokes. It was the pain and pleasure combo that was going to make me cum. I never knew being a fuck hole would be this sublime.

I never mentioned how I became obsessed with fisting my hole. Feeling horny a day after my 14th birthday and a tonne of holiday sex I went to a gay nudist beach hoping to find someone to fuck me. I laid down my towel in front of a hot'n'hung daddy. Laying on my tummy with sunglasses on knowing I was checking him out he raised his knees and spread them apart showing of his asshole. I had never imagined or seen an asshole so stretched and puffy and I was mesmerised by the private show he was giving me. His hole was winking at me, his asslips expanding and retracting, getting puffier till they bulged out and gaped with open exposing his rosebud. That was the moment I became obsessed with having a hole like his and he showed me how. He didn't need to show me how to eat his ass when we were back at his house 20 minutes later. However he did show and guide me till I was bicep deep in his hole, punch fist and double fist punches then I fucked and wanked a load in his hole. When he wasn't guiding me we talked dirty. I was into it as much as he was and he knew that I wanted my hole to be as wrecked as his. After we chilled and had a spliff fucked a load into my hole and plugged it.

There are "many" sex activities that get me aroused but, ever since my first fist I really felt a legitimate pig. Being cock & piss hungry, taking fist was the ultimate until guys started fisting me & then inserting their cocks to jerk off inside me, leaving an explosion 💥 of cumm behind them. The sensations were incredible & sent a feeling of electrocution tingles through me. I now considered myself a TRUE loose, sloppy, cock hungry sex pig. A cunt jerk off is truly the ultimate erotic, sexual paradise can offer.

Chapter Eight Jack fucked me until I passed out again. When I woke up it was day and I was in the bed alone. First thing I did was race to the bathroom and try to force my dick down to piss. It felt like a gallon came out before it even slowed. When I was done I was still hard, not a new thing for me at all. There was a shower and I was obviously ripe so I climbed in to hose myself off. I was sore all over, it felt like I had hit it way too hard at the gym and every muscle I had was paying for it now. My dick would not go down so it decided for me to toss one off before the day started. I lathered it up and began to stroke, my mind wandering to the way Cheryl looked riding my cock in her bedroom. I stroked and stroked, imaging every position I could with her but nothing. If anything I was getting soft. Shit, now I was horny and my dick was on strike. “Fuck it,” I said looking around for some shampoo or something. There was a caddy in the back and along with various bottles, a clear rubber dick was just sitting there like that was normal. It was huge, I mean not me huge but fucking big. I pulled it out to laugh at it and saw there was a suction cup on the end of it. Not sure why it needed one but I stroked my dick, trying to compare the lengths. For some reason holding the fake dick was turning me on, which was weird. My ass kept relaxing, like opening and closing and my dick was really responding. “Oh come on,” I muttered as I realized what the suction cup was for. No, no way. I was not doing this. Whatever happened last night was last fucking night and I refuse to keep doing it. Jack and Mr. Blackthorn got me drunk and that was that. No way I am doing that gay shit again... My dick was sticking straight up as flashes of last night played out in my mind. “NO.” I said gritting my teeth, but my dick was not budging. I put the dick down and started to stroke again, every single naked woman I could image flashing through my mind, but not one reaction from my cock. I started stroking faster but nothing, god I was so fucking horny, I needed to cum. But my dick was playing games. I moved one hand behind me and slipped a soapy finger inside of me, just to see if it did anything. My dick pulsed in my hand, and I slid two fingers in. “Shit, shit...” I panted as I fingerfucked myself. My cock was loving this and I felt my own ass back into my fingers. It was turning me on, but not enough. I couldn't get my fingers deep enough to get me off, though I was trying my hardest. I stopped to catch my breath, and looked down at the dick. My mouth actually watered as I looked at it. “God fucking damnit!” I swore, grabbing the plastic dick and slamming the end to the far wall. It hung there, bobbing on the wall, waiting for me. “Just one time,” I said to myself, “Just get myself off and then it's over.” I lathered up my ass and then covered the plastic dick as well, and backed myself up against it. I had to spread my own cheeks to get it access, it took a couple of stabs before I was able to get the thick head to my hole. Once wedged in I pushed back, my ring expanding around the girth, a loud gasp escaping my mouth as it popped inside of me. “Oh god...”I moaned as I pushed it farther and farther into me. Once my ass was against the wall I pulled off of it, the whole length of it sliding out of my tight ass, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Before the head could pop out I pushed back hard, and the whole length penetrated me, flashes of light danced in front of my eyes. The shower wasn't that big and I was pretty tall so I was able to plant my hands on one side of the shower while my ass backed up onto the other. I started to rock onto the plastic cock, relishing the way my ass felt as it plunged in and out of me as I moved. God this felt fucking incredible, as the familiar fog of my libido descended on me I realized I wished it was bigger. Not caring anymore I began to slam myself back onto the cock as hard as I could. I wanted it deeper...no I needed it deeper. My ass was hungry and I needed more in me. “Not an ass...” a voice trailed through my mind. No one was here, no would could hear me... “Fuck my pussy,” I panted as I reared back, “Yeah, shove it in my jock pussy...fill me...breed me daddy...” Just the word daddy made my cock jerk and I realized I was close to cumming already. “Fuck your boy, please daddy fuck your jock bitch...” My words were pushing me over the edge and the sound of my ass slapping against the wall as my tight pussy swallowed the whole length of the cock was loud as shit. “Harder, fuck me harder daddy...please...fuck your jock...” Images of Jack and Blackthorn raced through my head, my imagination pretending it was one of them behind me. I was really going at it now, my ass was aching for this dick, my pussy was hungry...so hungry. The images moved from guys on the team fucking me and then just random guys I'd seen in the hall. My teachers...my friends...strangers...all their cocks...in me...filling me... My cock exploded on it's own, I hadn't even touched it and it was firing off loads of cum like it was my first wet dream. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...” I chanted as my jock pussy clenched down on the dick again and again and again. Finally I just stood there, plastic dick in my ass, cum dripping off my abs down into the drain. I slowly pulled myself off the dick and I swear, my ass felt an ache as it left. I stood up and rinsed myself off, my dick still half swollen even after all that. What the fuck was wrong with me? I felt guilty and ashamed but also, so, so fucking turned on. I got out and dried off, my clothes were on a chair waiting for me. I got dressed, grabbed my keys and raced downstairs. I didn't know if someone was there or not, I just ran to my car and took off. I needed to get home, needed to clear my head. Needed to get this shit out of my brain. I got home and my dad was at work and my mom must have been shopping. I took another shower, this time without fucking myself, and changed my clothes. I felt a thousand times better, more like myself. What happened yesterday was like a dream, not real. Like it had happened to someone else. That wasn't me, that was just...insanity. I checked the time and saw I could still make my afternoon classes and practice if I booked. I grabbed my stuff and headed back to school, sure that whatever all that was it was over. I walked into the lunchroom and grabbed some food and sat down with the guys, “What's up? I asked. “Hey man, how's it hanging?” one of them asked. “Little to the left but I manage.” We all laughed and I felt my last doubts fade, yeah that was all behind me now. “Hey you,” Jack whispered in my ear, “How's my pussy?” My ass opened automatically and I felt my cock twitch in my pants. I pulled away, “Get off man!” Jack laughed, “Jeez dude chill, what's up your ass?” He sat down, like nothing had happened, like he hadn't talked me into all that. “I ain't talking to you,” I said standing up, leaving my food on the table. I began to walk away and he came up behind me, “What in the fuck is your problem?” I turned to look at him and whispered. “You know what my fucking problem is!” He pushed me out of the lunchroom and into the boy's bathroom, “What are you trying to do? Get caught?” “Fuck off Jack!” “Why are you so pissed?” “You know what you did!” He cocked his head and grinned, “You mean fuck you?” I looked around and shushed him, “Yeah, that was not cool!” “You liked it!” he said laughing, “You were begging for it!” “I was drunk!” I hissed. “Oh really? Off one glass of wine?” “Whatever, you know I was fucked up.” He came off the wall and walked towards me, “I know a lot of things Ev.” I took a step back and felt the wall against my back. “I know you rode my cock like a fucking whore all night,” his hand was over my growing dick, “I know you were backing up on Blackthorn's cock like it had the cure to cancer,” he was now tracing the outline of my head through my jeans, “And I know you busted a nut every time my cock was in you.” His other hand popped the top button of his jeans and he opened them up. “Every. Time.” He pulled his cock out of his underwear and held it in his hand, “You aren't drunk now, are you?” I couldn't stop staring at his dick, I just shook my head. “You know you want to.” “I-I don't...” I said, transfixed by it. He brought his hand up to my mouth and he said, “You're drooling again.” I looked up at him and our eyes locked. He smiled at me and put a hand on my shoulder, and pushed down. I was almost five inches taller than Jack and a fuck load stronger, but as he pushed down, my knees buckled and I went knelt down in front of his cock. “Lick it,” he commanded. I looked up, silently pleading with him not to make me do this. “Lick it you pussy...” The name made something inside me move and my tongue darted out and licked his head. “More.” Like I was controlled I started to suck Jack's cock, each lick turning me on more and more. I licked around his shaft and he guided my head with his hands. “Yeah, come on big guy, show me how bad you want this.” I moaned around his cock, because I did want this. I hated it and wanted to scream, but I wanted his cock so bad. I worked his cock the best I could, miking every drop of precum out of him. He pulled back and his dick slapped up against his shirt, leaving a wet spot from my spit. “Get in a stall.” I shook my head no but he guided me in like I was fucking cattle. “Lower your jeans.” I unbuttoned my pants and lowered them to my knees. “I see you found a jock,” he said with a smile. I nodded, not sure what I was supposed to do. He turned me around and kicked my legs out wider. I balanced myself against the stall door as he pulled my cheeks apart and started eating out my hole. The tip of his tongue trace the outside of my hole and it fluttered open by itself. I bit my bottom lip as he entered me, his warm tongue sending shock waves of sex throughout my body. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry out, but I forced myself not to. Instead I took one hand and pushed his face deeper into my ass as I pushed back. God it was just his tongue but I was already losing it. What the fuck was wrong with me? Here I was in a public bathroom getting eaten out by my best friend and I loved it. He worked over my hole for nearly a minute, my cock sticking out the side of my jock, a single drop of precum falling from it's tip. When he pulled off my ass I gasped and looked behind me in panic, I wanted more. He smiled and said, “Sit.” My common sense said not to, to just jerk off and forget it. But his cock was just hovering there, so thick...so fucking warm... I slowly moved over to his lap and lowered myself down onto his cock. He guided the tip into my hole and I let out an audible moan, which caused his other hand to cover my mouth. “Shut up bitch, you wanna get caught?” I didn't care, the moment his tip touched my hole I pushed down, my ass begging for his cock like a baby wanting candy. Within seconds I was bottomed out on him, the burn in my ass was a small price to pay for what his cock was doing to me. He let go of my mouth and grabbed my hips, raising me slightly and then lowering me. Just an inch at a time his cock began to fuck me, and before too long I was doing it myself. I was riding his cock without his help at all. “Yeah, come on bitch,” he said quietly, “Ride my cock...show me what your pussy wants.” My bottom lip was numb I was biting it so hard. The only sound in the bathroom was my ass hitting his thighs as I bounced up and down on his hard cock. “What are you doing Ev?” he asked. “Fucking my pussy...” I chanted as I went up and down, “Fucking my jock pussy...” “Yeah you are...you like that don't you?” he said thrusting up as I came down. “Jack...fuck me...fuck me...” “Good...” he said and then pushed me off his dick, “Straddle me this way.” I jumped back on his cock, now I was staring him in the face. He just smiled at me as I slammed my ass down on his cock for all my might. He brought his hands up to my head and pulled me in for a kiss. At first I hesitated but he thrust up again and in the moan he was able to slip his tongue into my mouth and I started responding. We were making out hard as he fucked me, I was starting to sweat again and my cock was weeping precum like crazy. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, “So you like this?” I nodded. “You want more of this?” I nodded again. His hands went around my throat and squeezed, “Then never fucking talk back to me again bitch,” I gasped as he cut off my air, “You will do as I say without question, you hear me?” I tried to pull his hands off but they were latched on there. “Do you hear me?” I nodded, feeling my lungs start to burn. “You're my jock pussy now, you can call yourself straight or bi or whatever you want, but when I tell you to do something you do it.” Spots began to form in my eyes as he thrust into my harder and harder. “You get that? You belong to me now Everett, you get that?” I nodded weakly, realizing I was about to cum and pass out, “Whose pussy is this?” he asked with one final thrust into my tight ass. He let go of my throat and my cock exploded between us. “Your pussy, your pussy Jack...” I gasped as my own cum hit my face again, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry...” I whined as I leaned in and started kissing him. “It's your pussy Jack, always yours...” I kissed and licked his face as my dick emptied itself one spurt at a time. His dick expanded and I could feel his hot cum paint the inside of my ass. “You're mine Ev...” he said pulling me into a kiss, “You're mine.” I kissed him back, knowing he was absolutely right.

Look, if you aren't into this story then just don't read it. There are plenty of other ones on the site. I have been asked by multiple people to continue the story so I will, but if it isn't your cup of tea, just ignore it. It's real simple. Chapter Six I stopped kissing Jack, I mean I stopped licking my protein out of his mouth and fell back onto the rug. My whole body was covered in sweat and I could feel Jack's cum drip out of my ass. For some reason I was still in overdrive, something I guess I should have explained earlier. See, people think it's cool and all having a big dick, but it has its downside too. When I got horny, I mean ready to just fuck, I got lightheaded and everything just got...blurry. It was a lot like being drunk except I kind went nuts to get myself off. I really wasn't aware until freshmen year, when Jack and me started to really jerk off heavily. We both didn't have girlfriends and until we got more known playing baseball, we kind of relied on ourselves to get off. We jerked off together, a lot. He loved seeing my dick erupt and I liked him watching me. But when I got into it, I mean really into it, I noticed that a lot of things came to my mind. Jack's dick looking nice, the way he leaked constantly and the curiosity of what he tasted like, a lot of gay shit. Up until now, it had just been thoughts and they passed as soon as I came. But here I was, covered in my own cum and still fucking blurry and wanting more. “How you feeling?” Mr. Blackthorn said, moving over me. I just looked up and grinned. “Here, drink this,” he said handing me a bottle of water, “That stuff can dry you out.” Didn't know or care what he was talking about, but I did down the fucking water in one go. “You still horny?” he asked as I tossed it aside. I gave him another grin and he opened my legs with his own. Again, part of my mind screamed for me to get up, to fucking get out of here as quickly as possible. But as he reached down and fingered my cummy hole, I told the voice to shut up and spread my legs even wider. “You want this?” I nodded, my dick already responding to the thought of his cock. He moved and his thick cock pushed into my hole, proving that he was indeed much bigger than Jack. Like with Jack though, the pain was pleasure into itself. The tingly feeling I was experiencing was all over my body but as his dick slid into my it was so much better than Jack's dick. It was thick, really thick, and the walls of my ass expanded to fit it, I gasped as the head popped into my super tight hole and began to push in. It was like I was outside my body, seeing my long, muscular legs being held apart by his arms, the way he grinned at me as I responded to every inch of him entering me. I relaxed myself again, realizing I was doing it automatically without a thought. “God you're tight,” he older man said as his dick went deeper and deeper. I whined as I felt him touch areas inside of me no one had before. As he slid past that spot in me I cried out, bucking my hips back onto him. “There...right there...” I gasped. He stopped, held my ankles tight and then pulled out slightly, his head moving over the spot again, making my dick burp up another glob of precum. “Is that your spot boy?” he asked stopping and pushing in again. A whimper escaped my lips as I felt my cock twitch again and my whole body want more. “Look at this cock,” he said, letting my legs rest on his shoulders and grabbing my dick with one hand, “Look at this magnificent cock...” His fingers gripped around it, not quite touching because of my girth. As he pushed into me he slowly stroked my member, making me cry out loud in fucking joy. “Sir...that's it sir....right there...” “You have to ask yourself Everett,” he said, still slowly pulling on my dick, “Why did god give you such a dick...” He let go and slammed his cock all the way into me, “When you have such a perfect pussy!” My eyes flew open and a squeak escaped my lips as I felt him bottom out in me, causing flashes of light to appear before me. “Such a fuckable little pussy...” he said pulling nearly all the way out and then slamming me again. There were no words, no fucking thought, all I knew was his cock was my world and I needed more of it, all of it. Everything. “Why boy, why do you need it?” If he was asking me I couldn't answer, I could barely catch my breath as each thrust stunned me into submission again, making me realize how badly I wanted more. “This pussy...” he said with a trust, “This perfect, tight...” thrust, “Wet little jock pussy. Right Everett, that's what you have?” My inside voice screamed no but my mouth just panted, “Yes sir, harder, harder...” “Harder what boy?” 'Fuck me sir, fuck me harder...” I honestly had no idea what I was saying any more, the words kept falling out of my drooling lips. “Fuck your what boy? Come on, what do you want me to fuck?” My pride held on as log as it could, resisting the last bit of my masculinity...and that huge cock hit me three more times and I cried out, “My pussy sir....fuck my pussy hard! Harder!!” An evil grin spread across the teacher's face as he folded me and half and just wet to down on my ass. Each push left me breathless, and another spurt of hot precum splatted on my face. Within a minute my whole face was covered in more cock snot hit my face, my tongue darting out trying to catch as much as I could. He stopped, and got off of me suddenly. My ass spasmed and I actually cried out at the feeling of emptiness. I was so close, so close to cumming again. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please sir...my pussy...” I begged. He sat back and spread his legs. “Come over here and sit on my cock son.” I scrambled over and pushed myself onto his towering dick. He didn't make one move as I began to ride his cock as hard as I could. My dick spit precum over both of our abs and I looped my legs under his knees to get more traction. “What are you doing Everett?” Jack asked me, as if from far away, “Fucking myself...must fuck...” I muttered. “What are you fucking?” “My pussy...fuck my pussy...” “Look up Everett,” Jack ordered. I looked up and saw his phone pointing at me, “Smile and say it again. I gave the phone a fucking goofy ass grin, and said with a smile, “I'm fucking my pussy...fucking my tight jock pussy...” I had to stop to wipe the drool going down my chin. “Perfect.” Jack said, continuing filming. “You ready to get bred boy?” Mr. Blackthorn asked. “Fuck my pussy...” I kept muttering. “You gonna have my babies? You want my babies boy?” For some reason I just nodded and he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down as he thrust up. Without thought I screamed, “Breed me! Fucking breed my pussy!” “You like that son? You like your daddy fucking you?” Another slight pause in my head but my mouth had no hesitation, “Fuck me daddy, fuck your boy. Make me cum...” “You like your daddy up in your jock pussy?” “Breed me dad, breed me harder...” I was slamming myself down as hard as I could, I couldn't tell it if it was sweat or precum flying between us. He kept slamming me down and with a growl he said, “Here it comes son, your daddy is going to cum in your pussy!” “Daddy! Daddy! Come in your boy...cum in your boy's pussy...” I felt his head pulse and my own cock exploded. Cum hit the bottom of my chin first and then exploded over both our faces, I could feel the warmth in me as he flooded my ass....my pussy with his cum. I clenched my ass, wanting to keep as much in my as possible. As I came I just kept repeating, “Daddy, daddy...fuck me daddy...” As the last spurt left my cock I felt my head go light and my eyes rolled back into my head. I don't know what happened after that.

I'm a big fan of gagging the cock sucker working on my cock. When I am serviced by a talented cock sucker I sometimes feel inadequate with my 6.5 cut inches. Has any cock sucker out there actually been close to loosing consciousness when a top forces a bigger cock down your throat and holds you there - with his cock blocking your breathing ? I read about it but have never seen it happen. Thanks for any response.

Cumdump listed on bbrts and Sniffies. Hoping for a good response. If Thursday works out, I'll do Friday, Saturday, and Sunday too

This was from awhile ago. I have reduced the amount of my douching to around 3 to 4 times a week. My Dr said I should trust my body. I have been lucky and have not had any accidents.

I'm part of the daily douching group, it's just become part of my routine to hose myself out when I shower. Like @MuscledHorse I haven't taken a "normal" shit in years, because I'm just always cleaned out. I like never having to worry about whether I am ready to fucked or fisted. Additionally, I'm often wearing buttplugs for signficant period throughout the day, so it's convenient.

I enjoy it. Unsurprisingly lots of Arses up for getting eaten out. Been a few rim chains which is hot. All sorts of men. Can get pretty busy. Some fucking and in the darker corners occasionally some ff.

My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

Sean Maygers, with Will Angell topping. And clearly doing a good job... just look at those toes curl! A delightful find.

If my bottom says "stop" I'll stop then and there. If he says "don't cum in me" that is always for me as a maybe. More often than not "don't cum in me" changes to "don't stop".

Chapter 7 was definitely worth the wait.

While your desire to do well by your brother bottoms is laudable, it's not necessary for a lot of bottoms for whom being bred is central to their nature. There's a thread on BZ about whether bottoms get fucked for the fucking or for the load, and I recommend you read that thread focusing on the guys who crave seed in their ass above all.

I get that. All I can say is that's not my expectation or anything I really think about. I just want to please him. That being said, you could try edging. Fuck one end of him, pull out, spank him, toy him, make him suck your balls--anything to give yourself time and then go again and repeat

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

All the time in high school. Usually had about five cocks a day.

I know the poz tops depicted in my stories aren't everyone's cup of tea, but there is an over abundance of stories on this site with conventionally attractive poz hunks. Which is all well and good for those who like that. But I create the poz tops that i want to see. Men who are visibly poz, wasting away and shady looking. The type of men that these young boys would normally stay far away from, that their friends would warn them of. They should have a presence to them that oozes disease and death. The stuff of nightmares. The type of men that would be confused for sentient walking dead zombies with an impulse need for breeding in place of feeding. Grey or yellowish sickly skin with veins bulging and skeletal structure visible. Dark sunken eyes darting around for their next victim. Long veiny cocks with aggressively swollen dark cock heads and sagging plumb balls. Their cum thick like pudding or mayonnaise, with a sickly opaque yellowish tint. As if some how their cum had went rancid in their nuts but not losing any of its potency. Yes the poz men in my stories are horrifying and disgusting. But thats the point. The corruption of these supple adonis boys doesn't mean much if the end result of their corruption isn't as visually disturbing to personify the disease as aggressive and all consuming.

Ryan decided to stay with Aaron for a few weeks, as he was nervous over converting if he did. Well, “if” was not really the right mind set, it was when. It was inevitable, as he and Aaron had hot brother sex every day since, taking turns fucking each other. Finally about 2-3 weeks after their kidnapping, Ryan did feel a little bad, not horrible, but not right either. Aaron took Ryan off to the clinic he went to for testing, and sure enough, Ryan showed Poz. The only reaction the brothers had was to get instant hard ons. The first thing the brothers did was head off to the tattoo place that Bart told them about to get their own biohazard tattoos. When they got there, they saw Bart there and found he owned the parlor. He recognized them immediately. “So, the brothers appear. Am I to guess that Big Bro’s gift took and your both here to get your badges of honor?” Bart took them back to a private room and had them strip down. Bart shaved both of their chests and carefully washed them. They both got about four inch biohazards tattoos done on their left pectorals. By the time the tattoos were done, the brothers had rock hard dripping erections. Bart just had to quench his thirst on that toxic love juice, and promptly got on his knees and took each cock one by one in his mouth and drank their juices. Once Bart had his fill of the brothers copious sweet precum, he turned them around and bent them over his table so he could get at their firm dimpled asses. Aaron’s nicely fuzzy ass, and Ryan’s some what less fuzzy one (which Bart was sure would fill in in a few years to match Aaron’s). Bart took his turn between the two asses, spreading the cheeks and running his tongue all in the hairy valleys, all against the fuzzy holes and finally driving his tongue as deeply into their beings as possible. Aaron and Ryan moaned through out the rimming, their cocks never going down, and juices flowing out of their foreskins to the floor. While Bart was down at their asses giving them all his attention, he noticed for the first time that the brothers had tattoos on their left butt cheeks. Looking at them, they were identical and something he’d never seen before, and expertly done, but it also looked vaguely familiar like may be he has seen it. He looked closely at both as he lightly ran his tongue over them. They appeared to be three stylized arms made into a Celtic knot each “arm” also had a stylized letter, one being A, another R and last a M. The center of it all with all the lines a swirls almost seemed to have the biohazard sign in it. Bart could see a way of using a few colors to call a subtle attention to that. Bart lightly rubbed the tatts, “So boys, what is this beautiful tatt on your asses. It can’t be obvious spelling arm and be arms making a knot.” Aaron spoke up, “That’s a design I did for my brothers and I. Us three are exceptionally close. After our parents died I did that for us three, and we all decided to have them put on our asses. All three of us are gay, and came out to each other when our parents died. It was my first act as our baby brother’s guardian to allow him to get the tattoo at 15. Matty was just 15, Ryan was 18 and I was 21. Matty is 18 now and about to graduate.” “Well, now that is a special tatt then. Matty, so there is a third one of you hot boys? Matty, um, Matty?! Hold on, let me get something, I remember something now. You two keep yourselves busy a moment, let get my pad and delay my next appointment a short bit.” “Fuck, that tatt looks great on your chest Aaron. Turn around and let me see that ass tatt too.” As Aaron turned around Ryan pushed him over the table, and attacked his ass with his tongue. This made Aaron start to moan loudly. Ryan got his tongue deep into Aaron. Ryan was working over Aaron’s hole making it all wet and ready. Ryan stood up, and rubbed the tip of his hard and dripping cock against Aaron’s hole. At that point Bart walked back in, and saw the brothers in such a compromising hot position. He got right up against Ryan from behind, reached around and grabbed Ryan’s cock. “Such a hot sight to walk in to. Here let me help you put your dick into your big brother.” Fitting words to action, Bart nestled Ryan’s foreskin covered head against Aaron’s hole and using his body pushed Ryan slowly and steadily into Aaron. Both brothers moaned out an “oh fuck”. “Then while you boys have a nice little fuck, let me show you something. Ryan look over your brother’s shoulder while humping him.” Bart pulled up bbrts on his notepad, and an account that had caught his attention a few weeks ago. He showed the following posting to the boys fucking. NEWLY 18 AND SEEKING GIFT I just turned 18, and graduating in a month. Heading back home, and looking for a cumming home gift. Do you have the right package to give me the gift I want? Especially love skin wrapped delivery systems. Matty needs his gift soon. With the posting were some great pictures of a very fit twink. Beautifully fit chest with a little patch of hair between his pectorals, patch of hair around each nickel sized nipples. Shaggy treasure trail from his bellybutton to his bushy pubes, and a beautiful uncut cock. Just a hint of juice coming out the lips of his foreskin. The next picture showed a beautiful muscular back down a triangle to a perfect dimpled ass, with just a few hairs coming out the valley, hinting at a very nice fuzzy hole. On the nicely dimpled left cheek, that now very familiar tattoo. “Holy fuck!!” both boys said in unison, which at the same time they both blasted their very toxic loads, one all over the parlor table and one deeply inside an ass.

My name is Will. I live in the South, in a really big small town, or a really small big town, however you want to describe the place. At the time I had just turned 30 and was very cute with dark messy hair and long eyelashes. I didn’t hang out many people so I had the reputation for being mysterious and that got me a lot of play. I also had the reputation of barebacking a lot, but everyone else was also barebacking, right? I was hanging out at one of the two gay bars in my town on a Tuesday night. This was the seedier of the two and on a Tuesday it was just a meat market. Of course I was trying to get laid. Why else would I have been there? I was sitting at the bar with my back to the pool tables trying to pick up Dave, who sort-of worked at the bar. Or at least just thought he did. Anyhow, I knew he was a big whore, he was so cute and funny that I just didn’t care - I wanted to fuck the hell out of him. I’m 5’10 and, after running a furniture store for several years my body was thick and strong. Dave was five inches shorter and looked like Peter Pan. I thought we made a great looking set, but Dave was hedging his bets. You know, trying to put off deciding who to choose because of the promise of something better coming along. I knew there wasn’t anything better coming along, but hey, we all know the type right? I had noticed he was also talking to a guy to his right, I was on his left. I looked over and the guy was really sexy, lean, clean cut and very preppy looking. He was obviously young because he bore the mark of the underage, Giant Xes on his hands in permanent marker to stop him from drinking. I was tired of Dave’s bullshit and was ready to call the night a bust, so I leaned over to Dave and told him I was calling a cab and going home. Dave said “Hey Mark," pointing at the guy to his right who was just about to leave, "I bet he’ll give you a ride.” I looked over at Mark who nodded shyly and I quietly remarked to Dave "I thought that Mark was your trick for the night." Dave whispered to me “No, you've got it wrong. Mark’s my ex, but just to warn you he loves to fuck and if you think I’m a whore, you haven’t seen anything yet!” I looked over again at Mark and thought the night might be looking but it was probably too good to be true, because although he was a slimmer than I normally went for, Mark was beautiful. With that Dave introduced us, and casually mentioned to Mark that I needed a ride home. Mark looked me up and down and quickly said "Sure, I'll give you a lift," and with that we were on our way. I just lived ten minutes from the bar so we just made a little small talk on the ride back. I asked him if Dave was a fun fuck and that relaxed him and got him talking. When we got to my place he asked if I had anything to drink, since he couldn’t get anything at the bar so I invited him to come on up. We had a couple shots of Everclear and were chasing with a Corona, and Mark told he had asked Dave to hook us up earlier and reached over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes and I said we should go to the bedroom and we did. I took his clothes off. It's one of my things. I love to undress a guy. He was fucking perfect: tall, smooth, and a nine inch dick. It wasn't fair. He was fuckin' perfect. When I took my shirt off he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and said “I love fucking muscle guys!” Up until this point I had thought I was topping. "You’re a top?" I asked. “Yeah man, I don’t get fucked” he replied. "What makes you think I do?" I replied. "Oh, people talk" he casually remarked as he started pulling at my nipples. Damn people did talk. Playing with my nipples was the sure way to make me take a dick and a few people knew that. No matter what I was in the mood for, if you played with my nipples enough I would let you fuck. It wasn’t long before he had pushed my back on the bed, pulled my pants off and had my legs on his shoulders. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and the pushed the head of his dick in. I couldn’t believe this kid. I barely knew him, and his bare cock was deep in my hole. He was so young and sweet I was sure it would be okay. He was good at it too. He worked that big dick in my ass till I was whimpering for it harder and harder. The more he fucked the less innocent he seemed, and the mantra he kept saying, “Fucking you bareback is so hot!” only added to the excitement. After a few minutes I suddenly felt really wet and warm inside, he had cum in my ass with no warning. "Did you just cum in me" I asked him, but he didn't seem to hear me, and just kept on pumping. There was something about that, about him loading my ass up without even clearing doing so with me. Man I wanted more. He must have seen that I was losing control cause he got ready to blow the second load he let me know “Fuck man I’m cumming, take all of it man, all of it! Fuck here it is, here its is!” With that my ass was flooded a second time. After he caught his breath he commented “I didn’t think you take my load like that man!” Not that he gave me much choice. Fuck, I thought. He pulled out and fell in bed beside me, pulled me on my side and spooned me, with my ass leaking his own cum out onto his slicked up dick and that’s how we fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night with Mark pushing the head of his dick back into my ass for round three. When he blew in me again he left his dick in me and we fell back asleep like that. When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I didn’t hear from him in the next few days so I just chalked it up to a hot one-nighter and man, was it hot. Two weeks went by and I was trying to pick up a guy on Saturday night at the better of the two bars in town. He was a pretty guy, a little on the stocky side but I loved that and he had a great ass. To my surprise he turned me down, saying "No man, I heard you are positive!” I told him that I didn’t know where he had heard that but it wasn’t true. He replied “No, Mark told everybody that he fucked you without a condom a few weeks ago. He said he felt really bad about doing it, but you let him nut in you three times and never even asked. Everyone knows Mark is positive, man!” I tried to play it off like it never happened, but my face was on fire and I just walked away. Sure enough, a few weeks late I came down with the flu. 'Fuck', I thought. This is a true story. But what do you think? Is it the end, or the beginning?

as promised part 7 hope you like been working on it a while ....... part 8 may be a little while enjoy Part 7 Nate and Nick watched the others leave before grabbing their gear Nick spoke first “I didn’t tell him what Alverez said that thing did to Jackson … I'm kind of hoping that was his imagination” he looked up at Nate the muscular man shaking his head as he pulled the straps on his vest tight securing it over his jacket despite the heat. “Nick, I think Alverez was telling the truth and that means when we find Jackson, he will likely need medical attention and a quick evac if we can subdue or kill the think that got him we avenge our brother for what was done to him …... but Jackson comes first at this point the rest of the mission is scrubbed” Nate's eyes were cold as ice “and when I get out of this hell hole, I'm going to find out why we were really sent down here” Nick picked up his weapons and checked his gear before nodding “yes sir” they moved out of the lab that had served as temporary base camp and jogged down the corridors not looking back. they followed the directions Alverez had given using the lead virologists card key it only took them 15 mins to get to where Jackson had disappeared. His cloths scattered in the same pattern and a thick pool of the black oily substance staining the carpet Nate scowled “Jackson I'm going to find you buddy”. Nick pointed at a droplet trail leading from the room and Nate nodded and they followed the trail the beams from there barrel mounted touches lighting up the gloom cast by the emergency lights they carried on like this for a while before the trail slowed then stopped altogether Nate cursed “well I knew that was too easy so now we do an old fashioned search” Nicks flashlight lit up the door of what looked like a sub-basement “if this was a horror movie sir it would be down there” Nate chuckled the sound deep in his chest “if this was a horror movie, I would say your right so let's indulge our horror stereotypes and go into the monsters lair” they opened the door and found a ladder leading down they climbed down an access ladder the metallic ringing of the rungs echoing though the darkness of the underground tunnels sounding like a lunch bell Nick thought. the corridor down here was wide but with the walls and ceiling covered with pipes it felt cramped, the humidity spiked and both men began to visibly sweat down here red lights and green lights pulsed on panels all of which meant nothing to the two men but cast a strange dance of shadows into the gloom. Only 30 meters into the tunnel they came upon a cross section and realised the tunnels down here were likely more of a maze than upstairs Nate heard something hit the floor in an adjoining tunnel and gestured for Nick to follow him, they crept up silent backs against the wall Nate peered around the corner and something grabbed him throwing him across the tunnel he only made out a flash of grey skin and green light before he slammed into the opposite wall his head hit a steam pipe hard and he slumped to the ground dazed. He heard Nick shout “get the fuck off me” before the deafening reports of a gun stole his hearing. Nate lay there his vision swimming his hearing coming back slowly, he pushed himself up and squinted at the scene playing out In front of him as his vision focused, he could see Nick naked now his cloths torn away and strewn around the tunnel and two muscular tall gray creatures' black veins pulsing with a toxic green light. the teller of the two stood behind Nick its arm raised high long-fingered hand holding both nicks hands above his head his feet barley able to touch the floor. the creatures other hand caressing the young black man's stomach while it licked his face, ear and neck in slow sinuous motions. The other creature was on its knees greedily sucking on Nicks rock hard member taking the 8 inches downs its throat with little effort, its hands playing with the boy's stiff nipples causing Nick to buck and jerk. Nate looked at Nick himself, his Nick the boy he had known since they were a child and promised to protect now a grown man naked at the hands of these monsters his eyes rolled back in his head moaning like a bitch in heat sweat dripping from him. Nate lifted his weight and tried to get to the gun that had swung around to his back but his movement alerted the two creatures, the larger nodded at the prone man and the smaller let out a keening moan before letting Nicks throbbing cock fall from its hungry maw, the cock twitched in the air causing Nick to let out a whimper of his own. the smaller creature turned quickly and advanced on Nate who stared frozen in shock at Jackson's new perfect form the slate gray skin, coal black hair and eyes his new larger muscular physic, the spiderweb of toxic looking veins and the massive throbbing member that stood to attention obscenely big against the man's form. It was only a moment of shock but it was enough for Jackson to dive on him they wrestled on the floor Jackson's lithe musky form all over him and he was too strong Nate couldn't hold him off, Jackson slipped behind him his arms locking across Nate's chest and throat his legs warped around Nate's waist heels pushing into his calves “Jackson don’t do this.... is me Nate ahhhh” Nate screamed as Jackson's grip increased for a moment letting the once bigger man know he was beaten. Nate could feel Jackson's steel hard cock pushed against his back the man's hot breath on his neck, one of Jackson's arms across his chest locked him in place it was like being wrapped by an iron bar the other hand under his chin forcing him to watch Nick being toyed with. Nick had fallen back into the larger creature's arms like a puppet with its strings cut he only whimpered and moaned as the creature's ministrations, one of nicks arms was behind the things neck the creatures face was buried in the man's arm pit licking and sniffing up the pure scent of him, its meant its hands were free to wonder over his fit young body the left hand stopped to play with Nicks nipples tugging and teasing them expertly causing the man to buck and thrust forward. while the fingers of its right hand slid down his tight abs brushing past his dick to explored his muscular ass, its slick finger slipping into the Nicks quivering hole causing him to let out a low guttural moan of pleasure the creature let out a dark chuckle one finger became two then three milking the man's prostate Nick bucked and howled with pleasure, Nate was forced to watch on in horror. As the slow destruction of Nick continued In front of him Nate felt the pressure on his chest disappear as Jackson's arm pulled away, his nimble fingers now pulling at the straps holding Nate's vest in place. Nate bucked trying to dislodge his once friend, but the hand on his chin slipped down to his throat and tightened the muscular man stopped struggling as his air was cut off and let his vest be pulled away still squeezing Jackson stood pulling his toy with him Nate hands moving to the man's tight fingers trying to pull them away from his throat but only scrabbling uselessly against the grip. While he was distracted Jackson unzipped the jacket and pulled Nate's hands were briefly pulled away from there desperate mission to remove the fingers and get air. The T-shirt was next shredded as Jackson pulled the tight material away exposing Nate's gym honed muscles, his huge arms and pecs now covered in a shine of sweat drops of it running down his abs Jackson smiled wiping a finger from his free hand along his friends' body and tasting him as if he was a fine wine he shuddered with pleasure. his hand whipped to the to the fatigues tearing them away in almost a frenzy his fingers stopped over the briefs for a second caressing the prize they hid straining beneath there fabric gently before they too were torn away. Nate stood gasping for air as Jackson admired what would be his first creation, he liked what he saw and knew his toxic gift would find a good host in Nate. Jackson let go of his soon to be victims throat and Nate dropped to the floor at Jackson's feet coughing and gasping for breath. Jackson his grey fingers caressing nates muscular flesh from his shoulder blades to his rock-solid ass Jackson's finger found his tight pucker he used the sweat as lube to push a finger inside Nate whimpered and tried to crawl away Jackson just smiled. he looked over at his creator who was still playing with Nick but could tell the creature was getting impatient it wanted to breed the young man to pass on its toxic gift its veins were pulsing faster. Jackson bent down and picked up Nate under the arms the man's struggles were weak and futile now he was accepting his fate. He made Nate watch as his creator slowly raised Nick up and positioned him over its steel hard massive cock the tip aimed directly for the man's now puffy raw hole as it lowered Nick down towards his salvation Jackson could hear Nate almost crying, “no please not him … please no … please.” As the tip started to penetrate Nicks eyes cleared, he began to struggle with the pain of something that big pushing into him he reached out to Nate desperately his arms flailing and mouthed the words “help me” there was almost an audible pop as the head slipped inside Nick jerked and screamed but the creature did not stop it continued to slide him down Nicks screams became a moan first of pain then pleasure as the toxic pre cum started to seep into his wounds easing the transition. Jackson pushed Nate towards what he knew was practically the man's son, his hand on the back of the muscular man's neck but Nate just stumbled forward in a daze all fight gone as he watched Nick get brutality fucked by this creature the veins seemed to pulse toxic light in time with his own racing heartbeat. Jackson picked the man up under his arms and pushed him ageist Nick’s writhing form looking into his ward's eyes. Nate knew what would happen next, he felt Jackson's massive cock probing his hole as his feet dangled above the floor he didn’t even try to struggle and then the pressure as he began to force it in, it was far too big for Nate's Virgin hole but Jackson did not care he was caught in a breeding frenzy and pushed in hard, Nate felt something tear and a white hot pain as he Jackson slipped a good 5 inched into him but he held back the scream he would not give the creature the pleasure of his pain he simply sobbed resting his head on Nicks shoulder and he felt Jackson slip into him inch by inch the pain subsiding as he knew the poison was entering his blood stream Then he felt Jackson begin to fuck him in earnest the pain was blinding at first as he tried to hold on to Nick, but it subsided and became pleasure. He tried to stop himself but he began to moan then the words just slipped out like a torrent. “Oh fuck Jackson breed me please … oh fuck it's too much … oh fuck OH FUCK make me like you!!” Jackson just chucked darkly and fucked him deeper knowing the venom was brewing in his balls and Nate would soon get his wish. The two creatures pushed closer together fucking their victims at the same pace but that pace was building, Nick and Nate were forced to embrace for stability their bodies pushed together they kissed moaning into each other's mouths, both men could feel themselves slipping away losing themselves in the pleasure, both men's dicks now solid trapped between the two men's writhing stomachs the friction from the Abs and pleasure was too much for Nate who screamed as his orgasm ripped through him causing him to shake and twitch as he spraying his last negative load over his and Nicks chest. Nick followed suite shortly after the feel of cum on his cock too much for his mind to take and he to erupted between them rope after rope of negative cum sprayed their bodies painting them in white. The smell of the pure cum sent the creatures into a new frenzy as they picked up speed both Nate and Nick felt the cocks in them get harder as the pounding increased and then both creatures let out a howl of pure pleasure both men were pulled down balls deep in the rods impaling them firmly in place as felt the creatures flood them with their corrupted toxic cum it burned though them like a forest fire Nate simply falling limp him mind unable to take the bombardment of stimuli. Nicks eyes went wide as he felt rope after rope of toxic cum pulsing and burning deep inside himself Changing him …. then everything was still and quiet. the creator pulled him slowly off its shrinking cock and Nick let out a whimper feeling so empty. he watched as Jackson do the same with Nate he watched as the oily black toxic cum he could feel leaking from his own destroyed ass slid from Nate's ass too it was streaked with crimson, somewhere in his mind he knew that should worry him .. he watched Jackson lick the negative pure cum from off Nate's chest and stomach before cleaning the unconscious man's dick Jackson seemed to glow brighter as he did seem to get bigger. Nick watched his creator do the same to him, he moaning at its sensual touch all force now gone and it too glowed and seemed to become more. Nick looked back at Nate his skin starting to go slate grey and the veins moving across his body Jackson was curled around him stroking the muscular man's hair making a soft keening noise. Nick could feel things fading from his mind complex cares and thoughts slipping away as `he felt his creator curl around him its arms holding him tight safe and secure so Nick gave into the corruption and let the darkness take him.