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Athlete four Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago. Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him. The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three chicanos were saying or the answers to his questions. Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck. He was awake when they transferred him to this van. The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet. The chicanos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on. Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction. Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station. The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot. There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building. A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”. The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside. It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools. Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots. As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way. Corey had a bad feeling. They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office. A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit. “Do you dance?” “Hun? Yes but…” “Ok, show me” “What? No… listened…” The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible. The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”. “You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked. If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.” “But…” “Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now? You don’t want me to be mad at you? “No, but…” “There is no but or what. Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else. After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly. “Now dance for me” Corey found himself dancing for the man. He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body. The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey. Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice. At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips. “Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target. Unbelievable, Corey thought. He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell. He swallowed vile cum from bikers. “Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift” Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling chicano dragged him through the back door to another building. Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling chicano was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body. Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum. Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size. In a flash, smiling chicano was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole. “He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off. Chicano was not smiling anymore. With a powerful grip, Chicano reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Chicano pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole. With an up and down movement, Chicano was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process. He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers. Corey opened his mouth to yell. Chicano was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth. “Suck” asked Chicano as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers. The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion. Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass. Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion. Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Chicano's face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack. The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Chicano was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned! Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly. “Pussy” Smiling Chicano shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die. Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Chicano just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation. “Is that how it feels to be fucked?” Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Chicano slide his cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way Smiling Chicano had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck. In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock. Smiling Chicano fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass. The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Chicano had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load. Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Chicano who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Chicano to fuck me again. He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter. Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Chicano pushing him down and started hard-fucking Chicano. It was long before Chicano came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Chicano. I felt asleep between Smiling Chicano's legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass. They did a train on him that night. In the wee hour, Smiling Chicano fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load. Out of nowhere, Smiling Chicano pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass. “If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Chicano. Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish. *** Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass. Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana. Fucked, he got. Nirvana, not so sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time. Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole. “You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom. “This is your houseboy lesson. You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth. If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work. If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day. On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor! The same one that fuck him! Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot! He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail. It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him. Joey looked at the first stall. The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim. May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall. Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss. Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this? Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision. “Arrgh”, the man exclaimed. Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly. Joey saw the feet moving towards him. “Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here. Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said. The man was wearing a black jockstrap. After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy” “Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!” Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair. Joey was breathing heavily. The man had almost drowned him! In piss! It was absurd! How could this happen? Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents… and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

On the smaller side here but love fucking and breeding ass. Love to slide deep inside and cum a few times. Prefer fucking over sucking. I really love to fuck. So many want 8" hung though.

Bailey spent quite a bit of time talking to Leroy at various points after that, and he and Sam were taking care of our housemate’s needs by blowing him regularly in a more managed, consensual way. I focused on Tony, who fortunately came out the end of his conversion and started to get back to being himself. When he was fully better, I took him on my own to a clinic, and then we went to a quiet gay bar in town for some drinks and to talk it all out after he got the positive result. He was in his thoughts a lot more than Sam, Bailey or I had been, but he kept confirming that he had no regrets. He was just thinking more about the future, both in the short term with the rest of the housemates, and in the longer term as he also deliberated on his sexuality. As part of working things out, he decided he would join us in delaying any meds for the time being. A couple of days later I came back early from a lecture after the professor had been unwell and eventually thrown in the towel after only 15 minutes, giving me the opportunity to catch up on a paper that I had got behind on during all the goings-on with Tony and Leroy. I must have been abnormally quiet with my entrance to the house, as when I got upstairs I heard Leroy’s voice from inside Hugh’s room, the door to which was slightly ajar. “I’m sure mate” he said. “I want to know what it’s like.” “And you’re sure you want me to be your first?” Hugh asked him. “Yeah” replied Leroy. “You go both ways, so I reckon you know how to make it good, you know?” I quietly lowered myself down so I was sitting on the top step, all thoughts of that paper now gone. Leroy was asking Hugh to fuck him for the first time, and it did not take a rocket scientist to see that this was in some way linked to what he’d found out, his over-the-top horniness of late, and whatever was being said in the conversations with Bailey. My mind starting running at speed as I listened, wondering if Leroy was starting to think about the ‘special bond’ we had talked about and what it could mean for him. He was so cryptic about it when we spoke, but now it felt like I was starting to understand what might be going on his head. I stayed there for quite some time, listening as Hugh got Leroy ready, coaching him through how to enjoy it, and then presumably getting him opened up given the moans and groans. I listened as Leroy’s cherry was popped, as he adjusted to what was inside of him, and as he started to enjoy it. It was only when they started to fuck harder and Leroy was hollering with pleasure that I carefully stood up again, crept down the stairs, and made as quiet an exit out the front door as I could. As much as I wanted to listen to the whole thing, I had realised that things with Leroy were a bit fragile and he might not respond well to finding me in the house once they were done. I thus headed off to the library to work there instead, somehow managing to actually focus so that I had made some real headway by the time I decided to head home again. Things settled in the house for a bit after that. At nights Tony fucked Sam, Bailey and I senseless as he worked through the hyper-horniness that seemed to follow conversion, but we all detected less of an issue with our absence from the wider house sex games. Indeed, it seemed like maybe some of the suspected couplings were starting to get a bit deeper, with Sean and Josh starting to be a bit more outwardly affectionate towards each other, and Marcus and Tom no longer even trying to hide that they slept in the same bed every night. The new element to it all was the Leroy/Hugh dynamic. They were not exactly exhibiting any signs of being together, but were also not succeeding in covering up how much time they spent fucking. No-one said anything to him, but a couple of throwaway comments from others in the house let me know that everyone knew Leroy was now taking it up the arse. —————— I suppose I had been expecting that things would somehow develop with Leroy, and Bailey and I had agreed we would hold off on talking to the rest of the house about what was really going on until we had a better idea of whether Leroy’s recent foray into bottoming might be the start of something else. However, the next twist in the story came rather out of left field, and it could all be traced back to Sam. He had, it turned out, made a semi-anonymous profile on a hook-up site advertising his new status with the offer of sharing with others. He had already bred a couple of older guys elsewhere in the city, but then had received an approach that made him come running to us to both admit to what he had been doing and also seek some guidance. He had been Oinked by a couple looking to take some risks, who wanted to either meet him at his place or in a hotel. He had exchanged messages for a bit, and then some photos were shared, albeit without any face-pics. It was one of these that caused him to come and talk to us, as what was not amazingly clear but still unmistakable on the torso of one of the men was a small tattoo of a winged seahorse. We knew this as the old Air France logo, because that’s what Marcus had told us it was. The guys in the images were Marcus and Tom. With Tony joining us, the four of us reviewed all the messages and images, and then talked about what to do. It was gobsmacking that our housemates apparently had started to get into this fetish entirely independently of us four’s influence, but now that we knew about it, one hell of an opportunity had been created. Bailey, Sam and I all knew straight off the bat that we had to get Marc and T over to Omar’s for a party, not least because Tom would be able to be chained up and fucked senseless for hours in the way that he seemed to occasionally crave when his submissive, bottom side rose to the surface. Marcus, meanwhile, would probably fall into the role of a true cumdump with ease, given how much he had embraced bottoming since his summer in France. We set about making plans, but the key issue we could not decide on was how to approach them. Eventually we agreed to help Sam in talking to them via the site’s message function, asking the right questions without being too pushy to ensure that they did really want what they were asking for from him. This went on for a few days, but it was clear from their responses that they were serious so we felt it was time to take the next step. We pondered having them come to a bar to meet Sam, but eventually decided we would be better off just talking to them. The opportunity for that arose only a day later when everyone else happened to be out, although Tony was also at a lecture. Still, we proceeded without him, with Bailey, Sam and I sitting down at the kitchen table while Marcus and Tom were both making sandwiches for their lunches. “Guys, can we talk to you” I said. “That sounds serious” said Marcus, chuckling. “It is, I guess” I said. They both whipped their heads in my direction at that point, staring at me for a moment before they both put down their knives and came over to the table to sit down with us. “OK” said Tom, “you’ve got our attention.” “I, er” said Sam, before pausing for a moment as he stared at the table. “I am GifterBoy99.” The response from them was not dramatic, but still very noticeable. Marcus went white, and Tom sat up just a little more straight. “What…what do you mean?” Marcus said. “Who is that?” “Marc, mate, it’s OK” said Bailey, reaching over the table to put his hand on our housemate’s. “We understand.” They both looked like rabbits in headlights, so I decided to start talking before they tried to go for any more denial or angry rebuttal. I gave them an abridged version of the story, looking between them as I did so, and did not stop until it was all out there. “So” said Bailey, “that means we understand, Tony does too, and we wanted you to know that.” “Fucking hell” Tom muttered, standing up and going over to stare out of the window at the garden. “It’s OK” Bailey said again, looking at Marcus. “It’s OK to want this.” Marcus looked down at the table, and a long period of silence began. Tom continued to stare out at the garden, his muscled frame looking tense, while Marcus just looked kind of broken. “I don’t know if we do want it” Marcus eventually said, still staring at the table. “I mean, I’m not sure we would have gone through with it.” “That’s understandable” I said, “and I get it. I had my doubts too, and I know Tony did.” “What made you decide?” Marcus asked. “I don’t know” I said, “it just felt more right the longer I thought about it. It was like I realised it was something I was missing.” Marcus nodded, but kept staring at the table as silence descended again. “I want it” Tom suddenly said, still staring outside. “Fuck all this bullshit.” He turned around and walked back over to us, sitting down next to Marcus and placing his hand on his’s boyfriend thigh. “You do?” said Marcus. “Yes” said Tom. “I know it’s fucked-up, but I want it. I’m sorry, I know you’re not sure, but I have to be honest about it. I want to get pozzed.” Bailey and I both sensed that it was time for us to leave them alone, and I motioned for Sam to follow us as we got up and left the room. —————— “We’re in” said Marcus, after coming into my room and closing the door behind him. “Both of us.” “Yeah?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “Tom being so sure has made me see that I am too.” It was two days later, and we had been giving them a wide berth since then. The only exception to that was Tony, who had gone to talk to them briefly on his own given he had not been present for the first conversation, but he had reported that they didn’t give much up. “So” I said, “when you say that you are ‘in’, what do you mean?” “I mean” he said, “we’d like to go to one of those parties.” “Well, OK then” I said, smiling at him. “I can sort that out, if you’re sure.” “I am” he said. “So is Tony. He’s been so horned up thinking about it that I’m struggling to sit down comfortably at the moment.” I laughed, and then made my way over to him. I wrapped him in a hug, and then let go and looked him in the eyes. “You’ll have a blast” I said, “but you have to tell me if you start having any doubts.” “Sure” he said, “but that won’t happen.” He winked at me, then pulled away and headed back out of my room. I stood for a moment and took in that this was going to happen, then went back to my desk and grabbed my phone. With nervous excitement, I opened up my WhatsApp and started writing Harry a message that I knew would make his day… To be continued

15 - You cant escape perfection Dan looked back, to see Pete a way back double over and wheezing … again. He stopped and sighed, they had only set off on the Jog 10 minutes ago and had stopped like four times already he rolled his eyes and jogged back. knowing in his heart this was going to be a wasted evening, he would have never even agreed to help out the larger man if he hadn’t of been Max’s dad … but he was and he couldn’t say no to his best friend when he begged him to help get his dad into shape. He stood running on the spot looking down at the older man with some concern at his breathing plus the sheer amount of sweat after only ten minutes of light exercise “You alright Mr Wickford? … this is the fourth time you have stopped in like ten minutes, you want to call it a night there?” Dan stopped running on the spot and went to help the guy up only to have his hand swatted away, Pete wheezing out. “Get off ... I just… I just ... need to … take a leak is all” as he stumbled off into the under growth next to the path, disappearing into the darkness of the small woodland that surrounded the park. Dan shrugged watching him leave before walking over to a bench nearby using it to get some calisthenics in, maybe he could even work up a small sweat before the older guy got back not wanting to waste the whole evening. It was halfway through one of his sets a few minutes later that the loud moans breeched the dark treeline. The blond athlete leapt to his feet in panic imagining his friend’s dad having a heart attack after exerting himself too much, he pulled his phone out and immediately started to dial 911 as he moved into the trees, a little way in his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he started to noticed a strange pulsing green light he moved towards it shouting as the phone in his hand dialled out in his ear. “Mr Wickford!? …. Pete are you their bro!? … look if you can hear me shou …. Oh, holy fuck!” his blood ran cold as he pushed though the foliage homing in on the moans and odd green light pulsing faster now, only to see Pete, on the ground naked, writhing and moaning in what seemed absolute bliss with what looked like two massive grey men kneeling over him. Every inch of their slate grey skin covered in a strange spiderweb of black veins which pulsed with that eerie toxic green light. One seemed to be licking the older man’s sweat soaked pits and chest with his long inhuman tongue while the other was latched onto his dick sucking obscenely as the steel hard appendage. It was almost impossible for Dan’s eyes not to be drawn to massive hard cocks that throbbed between both the creature’s legs, thicker than his wrist and somehow longer than his arm dribbling what seemed to be a strange oil form the tips. All this he noticed in mere seconds of stumbling on the scene, but his obvious and loud entrance to the bizarre threesome had already got attention. The creature sucking Pete’s dick stopped lifting its head slowly and turning to look right in the blond athletes’ eyes, like a predator all smooth movements no wasted energy, Dan saw no humanity in those pure black orbs just an insatiable hunger... and somehow knew he was prey, he turned and ran phone still gripped in his fist still dialling out. The foliage whipped past him stinging his bare arms and legs as he ran though the thicket towards the well-lit park proper and his possible salvation. A strange guttural howl came from behind along with the sounds pursuit made his heartbeat faster, he burst from the treeline legs pumping, heart pounding as he raced from the path across the grass towards the car park. He faintly heard a tinny voice as he ran and realised the phone in his had must of connected his heart soured as he pressed the phone to his ear hearing a human voice. The voice sounded male and had that professional tone used by the emergency services “hello 911 what’s your em…” Dan cut the guy off his voice a horse rasp as he gasped for air not stopping not looking back. “You have to help me!, something guys got my friend, and one is after me now, they’ve got grey skin and black veins” The thud, thud, thud of fast approaching feet, made Dan panic fueld by pure terror he pushed himself harder, lungs and leg muscles burning with the effort but knowing it was not enough, he sobbed the next words into the phone “fuck its almost on me” the Dispatcher’s concerned voice was hard to hear over his terror and pounding heart “sir where are you” Dan's words were cut off as he felt something slam into his legs sending him sprawling on to his stomach, he hit the grass hard grip losing on the phone sending it bouncing into the grass 10 feet ahead of him. He dared not look back as he tried to crawl towards it but a hand as strong and as immovable as marble clamped over his ankle. He screamed in fear and frustration kicking backwards as he desperately reaching for the glowing rectangle ahead of him. Only for his second ankle to be grabbed, he was yanked backwards and flipped onto his back sending pain crashing though him as his back and head slammed into the earth. he looked up at the grey man kneeling over him in a daze world spinning slightly, its black veins pulsing that strange light, arms and legs a little too long, corded muscles to well defined to be human … not to mention that massive dick now resting on his chest leaking its foul black liquid onto his running shirt. Dan tried to struggle against the thing holding him, but his legs were pinned under its weight, he tried to lash out with his fists, but he was too slow from the impact daze and the creature was too quick. It knocked his hands aside and its long fingers wrapped around his throat, Dan grabbed the things wrist with both hands and tried to pry the hand from his neck legs kicking frantically to get any purchase, but it was no good. He opened his mouth to try shouting for help, only to have the creature spit a spray of saliva at his face most of it hit the back of his throat, he gaged in disgust but the creature following up with a firm stinging slap across his cheek. Dan swallowed out of shock, the second he did a strange heat flowed through his body making his mind feel fuzzy he stopped struggling against the creature’s grip. Dan watched passively his sweat soaked T- shirt was ripped away, one handed by the creature the other still holding his neck stopping him from moving, exposing his smooth chest and abs to the cool night air. It immediately took advantage of the situation lifting the blond man’s arm and buying its face in his arm pit licking and snuffling trying to get every drop of testosterone laden musk as if it were finest wine, it growled in satisfaction as Dan moaned at sensations his virgin body had never felt before. It’s tongue quickly moved across his body leaving a tingling trails of saliva that chilled quickly in the night air stopping only briefly at his nipples to lick and nip before carrying on to the next musky pit elating more soft moans of pleasure from Dan as he squirmed under the attention, as his armpit was worshipped by the grey man holding him he felt his now tenting running shorts ripped away in one smooth motion. The creature looked down his body at his exposed jock strap straining to hold in nine inches steel hard cock and let out a strange purr of pleasure. Dan felt the hand around his neck release its grip, he gasped for air only to look down at see the creature grab both his thighs and push them to his chest, he didn’t resist couldn’t think of why he should, even though the logical part of his brain was screaming for him to run to fight anything trapped in that cotton cady fog clouding his mind. Even as the creature’s hot breath caressed his delicate exposed virgin hole, he just smiled up at the toxic monster unaware of what it was about to do to him. Dan felt fireworks as the things tongue ran over and around his sensitive hole, it worked its tongue in first before a long finger joined it pushing in slowly opening him up to pleasure he had never even imagined, seemingly enjoying the Virgins cries and moans of pleasure, it worked two fingers soon it they were sliding in with ease as they hit his prostate Dan exploded hands free from the pleasure cum soaking his jock as he writhed in the creatures grip. the creatures hand dipped from view, and it came back covered in black dripping corrupted cum which it smeared and worked into his open ass ensuring every surface was coated its nails scraping the soft delicate flesh. As soon as it was inside him Dan felt the Toxic corruption start its dark work, the foggy feeling though his body starting to feel like a raging inferno burning a parts of him away. As his mind struggled to understand what was happing to it, he felt himself lowered and something massive push against his hole, the creature’s immense cock was pushing between his legs with a slow inevitability leaking its corruption into him as it forced it way ever forward. his mind only had a moment to register what was happening as the fog cleared under the intense pain, he tried to reach for the phone again still hearing the tinny voice buzz something inaudible as his once virgin hole gave way, he screamed as the creature slammed into him bottoming out in one savage thrust his already converting body putting up little resistance against the invasion. Dan … or what was left of his mind couldn’t understand what was happening more and more of him slipped away with each trust of the toxic weapon inside of him. Dreams, desires, beliefs all washed away in a storm of burning green toxic pleasure, the pain had faded to a dull ache hard to feel under the intense pleasure of the fuck, soon even his name and sense of self were fading all that echoed in his mind was. “Fuck, I can’t believe I missed out on more of this” he shot another load of pure white cum before everything went black, Dan slipping away to make room for a new creation --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alverez shot his toxic gift into the once virgin with a roar of satisfaction before looking down as the spasming man, the potent seed already changing getting to work, black veins spiderwebbed across their body from the point of infection as the skin began to take on the slate grey colour, the blond hair and blue eyes already turning coal black, it would not take long for a new brother to walk this world to spread their masters seed. Sniffing out the pure cum from on jock strap he began to greedily suck and lick up the uncorrupted DNA. Jackson ran up looking down at the young man with a smile he made a grunting noise and Alvarez nodded still sucking on Dan’s jock, allowing Jackson to add another toxic load to his son, Jackson Jack hammered into the changing man and after only a minute or two made a final brutal thrust and grunt of pleasure as he flooded him with another potent load of poison, the effect on Dan was instant every aspect of the conversion was faster and what would have taken an hour or so would now likely take mere minuets The creatures stood and moved off on there mission once more, leaving the two men writhing and changing in the empty public park and an emergency dispatcher now tracking a live phone to send help

Sort of funny story. Tonight I stopped at the park on my way home to cruise. I saw a young Latin guy checking me out so I followed him into the woods. He was on the phone to what sounds like his mom. He pulled out his dick and I assumed the position and started to suck him hard. He continued to talk to the other person while I got him hard. He grabbed me by the. Arm and lifted me up and spun me around. He pulled down my shorts and worked my hole with a few fingers. Next thing I knew he was fucking met with his beautiful dick. Never once wrapping up his call. He fucked me for about 5 minutes and then came loud while still talking to the other person. He pulled out and left. Never speaking to me at all. It honestly was not a bad fuck though. Lol

Thanks for your response and support. I did it yesterday and although I need to take it calm for a few weeks I think it looks good now after a day. I think it will look good if everything heals.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** THE TEN – A Continuation (or Chapter XV, if you like) I never expected to fall in love with him…as I will explain, he wanted the relationship, but he didn’t want to be pozzed. It was 2 years after I moved from LA to Seattle, I had continued my pozzing adventures in the great Pacific Northwest. One of the main reasons for leaving LA was there almost seemed like there was nobody left to infect with HIV. Oh, new guys were always moving to LA, maybe to make it as an actor, maybe to escape from moralizing family members, or maybe just for the weather. But between widespread PrEP usage, the pool of available neg holes to knock up was becoming ever smaller. And when you factor in my poz buddies, Eric, Keith, Diego, Francisco and the other members of “The Ten” club, competition to claim a unmedicated neg chaser was fierce. Between us all in “The Ten,” we had successfully pozzed hundreds of guys, including dozens of flight attendants -- literally spreading our HIV strains around the world – but new conquests, as measured by the group text we would all send after another chaser got their upgrade, were happening fewer and fewer times. As for my own successful pozzings, the tattooed area across my abs now boasted an arc of 6 dark X’s, meaning I had 60 known pozzings under my belt – and probably dozens more unknown ones who were face down/ass up in a sex club, or just a neg pussy against the glory hole opening – “DON’T ASK, DON’T TELL!” Augmenting the row of XXXXXX spread across my midsection were 2 biohaz symbols, one above the row of Xs and one on my upper arm, a bright red teardrop of blood in the center of both biohaz symbols. And then there was the inked scorpion with the word “POZ” in the center of its body splayed across my chest that my friend and tattoo artist extraordinaire Eric emblazoned for me, and which got us so horned up, we recharged each other right on his tattoo chair. He even finished up the scorpion tat while his fat toxic AIDS-cock was still inside me after depositing a fresh load of virus into my poz cumhole. But eventually, there just wasn’t the available stock of neg chasers out there anymore, and the ones that once flew into LA for pozzing now could get it closer to their homes, as “The Ten” chapters sprung up, quite organically, in New York, Chicago, Toronto, Boston, Miami and Palm Springs. I had some of the ‘blame” for the Chicago branch being so prolific as my poz son Benny proceeded to infect his whole leather group, and they in turn distributed the gift across the Midwest. Suddenly, POZ was the thing to shoot for in certain gay/bi circles – a badge of sexual hedonistic honor. Eric told me he was training tattoo artists across the country in all kinds of biohazard and scorpion designs, and a big request was simply the words “POZ,” “TOXIC,” “INFECTED,” or “HIV” to get inked across chasers’ bodies when they got the inevitable upgrade to HIV status. So after my wildly successful, and I guess if you think about it – TOO successful pozzing career, I relocated with my job up to Seattle, a city I had visited a few times over the years but to my knowledge, was not home to anyone I had upgraded with my demon seed. My own seed remained unmedicated and my overall health remained good, despite the moderate viral HIV load. My last in-person visit with the idealistic Young Doctor in LA showed slow but steady progress of the virus and he told me I might be crossing over to official AIDS status within a year or so, and to think about medicating. Or maybe not, it was impossible to know for certain. What was for certain was I wouldn’t be inhibiting my strain with meds, at least not for a while yet… So, 2 years later I was still seeing via telehealth the Young Doctor, who himself had transitioned from a condom and meds advocate into a poz hungry cumwhore after a certain mass conversion party in Lake Tahoe. And my lab work that I had done every 3 months or so at his direction still made its way back to him to interpret, and even now, 2 years after he said I was fucking and breeding my way into AIDS-territory, I was still officially just “HIV Positive.” I was having too much fun breeding holes with my toxic seed, and when after 18 months in Seattle, I got my 6th X tattooed across my stomach, signifying 60 pozzings, I resolved not to slow down…not yet, anyway. Poz convert #60 happened much the same way a lot of them occur…Josh from Alaska read my profiles on BZ and Curious Chaser, slid into my DMs and a few weeks later, and following a quick brushing of his neg pussy, my lubed-up poz weapon was sliding into his untainted hole, forever changing his DNA, and changing him into a poz cumwhore. He told me that where he works on the pipeline, not a lot of guys are openly gay or bi, and even if they are, not a lot of them are on PrEP…plenty of opportunities for him to spread the seed to the Last Frontier among his burly oil worker buds. I welcomed Josh to my place with a hug…I could feel his body trembling in my embrace. He whispered softly to me “I need to do this…but I’m scared.” Reassuring him, I whispered back ‘We’ll go at your pace…but remember why you flew down here, remember why you need this,” followed by my grinding my jeans-covered poz weapon against him. We chatted for awhile…he’s “mostly gay,” but fucks women sometimes…there were a couple of pregnancy scares with them and he was greatly relieved when they turned up not pregnant. He’s an oil pipeline worker, which isn’t as burly or hard-working as it sounds – mostly sitting at a screen and watching product flow. But sometimes there’s a problem or something out in the field that requires manual intervention and Josh and a few buddies head out to repair the issue, usually staying at the field camps set up along the length of the line. He tells me once the issue is resolved, there’s not a lot to do in camp until the van arrives in a day or two to take them back. So, they naturally get up to what men get up to…he’s fucked all of his work buddies over the years and they’ve fucked and bred him, even the ones with wives and kids waiting at home. “We’re not allowed to drink on the job, so we find ways to entertain ourselves,” he shrugs, laughing and swigging his beer. It’s the first time he’s relaxed enough this evening to laugh. He continues, “I found myself fantasizing about getting poz, I resisted for a long time, but once it has you, it can’t be denied.” I nod in knowing agreement. Once he’s relaxed and laughing a bit, I lead him upstairs and offer my standard disclaimer that he can turn around right now and go. They never do…Getting him on the bed, and before he can change his mind, I begin my process with the brand new toothbrush I have waiting for him. Next comes my hard pre-cumming pierced poz missile. This isn’t a time to be gentle with it and I drill it deep into his guts, not stopping as he yelps and twists, until it’s balls-deep inside him, my free-flowing viral precum already leading the way. I remind him this is why he is here. “Feel that poz cock deep in you, man? It’s pozzing you up already!” I fuck him deeply and very roughly for about 15 minutes with my poz pole, withdrawing a couple of times to look at the small drops of bright red blood on my cock, I plunge it back into him and unload nine or ten shots of pure HIV-seed into the guy’s hole. I know I’ve just brought him into the Brotherhood, but of course, I follow standard pozzing protocol, plugging his mancunt and raising his hips on a pillow to let gravity assist. I fucked him again a further two times that night, always shooting copious loads of unmedicated toxic cum into the guy – as usual with The Ten members, once you become a mass poz breeder you shoot bigger HIV-loads, and the more your cock rebounds super quickly, ready for another unmedicated, toxic insemination! On the 3rd rough fuck of that evening, we even managed to break the bed, a couple of slats underneath the mattress splintering, with a loud cracking sound! In the morning, while he was still half-asleep, I turned him over and thrust my cock up his sore hole again, sealing the deal with another huge HIV-load in the guy’s guts. Josh flew back to Anchorage that morning, his hole wet from my seed, my strain already at work on his system. He pledged to send me a pic of the home test in a few weeks’ time, and I know from past experience what the result will be: 2 bright red lines meaning sweet HIV. When 3 weeks later the beautiful picture came from him, I quickly snapped a pic of his positive test next to my hard cock and posted it on my media. My 60th pozzing filled me with such pride at the accomplishment! As for the bed -- Josh, not to mention the steady stream of Northwest chasers had been in and out of it and the old bed had served me good, but it was time to upgrade my pozzing bed with something new. And that’s what found me later that day in this high-end, custom-made furniture store a short walk from the main tourist area of Pike St. I had walked past the store windows several times, looking at the sofa and chairs and another featuring a beautiful Shaker-style bed. From the window, there was just enough of a view into the back area where craftsmen would work on their furniture designs. That’s where I saw him, through the window, as people milled back and forth in front of the doorway, I craned my neck to see him better, leaning over one of his custom creations, his jeans shaping his ass beautifully. I didn’t believe in fate or whatever you want to call it, but seeing him there, even just viewing him from outside looking in, I had the same electric feeling in my loins that I get whenever I know I’ve just pozzed a guy, that indescribable rush of energy as my viral cum shoots from my rigid cock deep into a man’s hole, transmogrifying him and his existence forever. I entered the store, and lingered around the bed that I wanted, telling the saleswoman who first approached that I was just looking. She turned and walked away and I went back to looking at the hot young assistant on the phone. Finally, he finished the call and turned in my direction. With the saleswoman now helping someone else, I waved at the cute guy and he left the central desk and made his way over to me. He was a bit taller and leaner than me, probably around 6’2,” with medium-brown hair a bit of which fell in front of his eyes as he walked, brushing it back behind his ears which he probably has to do 100 times a day. “Hi, sir, I’m Tom…what can I show you today?” he introduced himself, outstretching his hand to mine. As I shook his hand, a jolt of electricity ran through my body – even more than the jolt I felt the previous evening impregnating Josh with my HIV. And just like that, Tom the furniture guy “had” me. “I think I’m gonna buy this bed,” I told him, pointing at the sturdy frame “as long as it is strong and put together well. I don’t need a flimsy one.” I smiled devilishly at him, waiting for him to take the bait. But he just said “It’s made by a local craftsman, and very well built. I can show you his catalogue and you can see his process if you like. I help him out in his studio from time to time.” He didn’t return my smile, just a friendly yet businesslike approach. Still, he “had” me, and a few minutes later, I was out the door, having bought a new bed and table set. “Will you be the one to deliver it?” I asked him, hoping he would take the hint, but again he stayed professional and we arranged for their delivery team to bring the new purchases in 3 weeks’ time. 3 weeks – just enough time for the fuck flu to hit a chaser after I’ve brought them into the poz brotherhood! When finally after three weeks, the call came that it was to be delivered, Tom’s voice was on the other end of the phone “Hello, Sir, we’ve got your bed ready to be delivered, but I thought you’d also be interested in some other pieces our craftsman had made, if you’d like to meet me after work at his woodshop, I can walk you through it all.” Needing no further invitation to see this hot guy, I quickly hopped on the light rail and made my way over to the address of the studio, which was in a run-down part of the city south of Downtown. I knocked on the heavy steel door and Tom opened up and appeared there, his messy brown hair half in his face, his arms straining against the tight T-shirt and his jeans cupping his ass. “Hey, Sir,” glad you could make it, welcome to my studio,” he said. “Your studio? You’re the craftsman who makes this beautiful furniture?” “Yeah,” he said brushing his hair back, and shaking sawdust from his hand, “at the store, I am just a sales rep, but here,” he remarked, turning around to the expanse of wood furniture, “this is my baby.” He leaned in a bit to me, “and I thought you might like a private tour,” brushing his hand against my arm, leaning further in for a kiss. “Unless I got the wrong idea…” “Oh hell no, man, you got the right idea – I’ve been thinking of you ever since I came into the store,” I replied. With that he reached for my shirt, unbuttoning the buttons down the front. Then, as he fully opened my shirt, he eyed the scorpion tat, the biohaz symbol with the blood-red teardrop, and the line of 6 X’s across my furry midsection. He stopped – a brief look of concern across his face. Looking at my tats marking me as a POZ predator, his demeanor changed instantly, from excitement to alarm. He stepped back. “OK, sir, we’ll have your furniture delivered by 10am tomorrow morning, thanks for visiting.” And he walked away and sat at his desk and busied himself with some paperwork. I took the hint…it’s a lot for someone to grasp. Before I pozzed up, I felt much the same way…even though it excited me, the fear outweighed the fantasy. I thanked him, and made my way home. As I came through the door, my phone chimed. It was him. “Sorry to cut you off there…maybe we should talk about it?” TO BE CONTINUED

Today I got my weekly blowjob from my long-time cocksucker. He usually posts an ad stating that he is open to give blowjobs during certain hours several days each week. He then services men who show up on his sofa. While he was sucking my cock, another guy showed up and dropped his pants. I told my cocksucker I wanted to watch. He worked the new guy's cock to a hard 6 inches. After about 10 minutes the guy blasted in my fag's mouth. He then moved immediately to my hard 7 inches and with the other guy's cum still in his mouth finished off my load. He texted me later that he had swallowed 8 loads . Looking forward to feeding him next week.

I would not concede the point in the first sentence without substantially more elaboration. The parenthetical is quite reasonable. But it seems to me the more reasonable logic here is that "failure to police borders" is an enabler of illegal immigration and also of the international drug trade and some types of human trafficking. Absolutely agree about the in-group preference, and the difficulty of understanding other languages and culture. Granted, culture clash can generate friction. But it depends on how it is done. It is entirely possible to juxtapose cultures in ways that generate a lot less friction, but also generate a lot of benefit from the interaction of diverse viewpoints and cultural knowledge. A mutually beneficial juxtaposition can only happen, of course, if members of both groups can comfortably relax their fears of the other culture "changing the nature of their society." In the place and time in which I grew up, that was the future I remember expecting and hoping for, but it seems that vision has withered on the vine. Some of us were already there.

working from home 1st guy was a repeat from a local council worker who fucked me once before. asked it I was free, and came over. just like the first time he made me suck him hard, then lie flat face down, and then pushed in and pounded away until he bred me. cleaned up and was gone. 2nd guy was somebody I maust have chatted too on the apps and given my number too but didnt remember him. texted me and said he was close to my house and facied a wank. Told him I only wanted to btm even if just for a quick fuck, he said see you in 8 minutes. texted when outside and pulled up in a white van came up stairs, I sucked him hard got on all fours and he pushed in with a huge thick cock and pounded me until he just said cumming and flodded my hole. He was so thick i was glad of the first load for lube. I sucked him clean, he tucked his thick cock back into his pants picked up his jacket and was gone. off to Sitges Pride tomorrow so feel like i have got off to a good start for the weekend!

I want to re-arrange your guts.

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Part 3 So, there I was, standing in front of Ryan, naked, my cock harder than it had ever been. Ryan pulled his arse cheeks apart and said "Fuck me, babe!" What was I to do? I stood there for what seemed like ages, although in reality it was no more than a few seconds as various options ran through my mind. I knew it would be absolutely wrong to fuck him and put him at risk, but I also knew that I wanted nothing more at that moment than to push my cock right up his hole and fuck him as hard as I could, before giving him the breeding of his life. Ryan grinned as I moved forward and positioned my cock against his hole. A few seconds later the head of my cock was inside him and I knew there was no turning back. Although we hadn't fucked for a few days, my cock slid up him easily and I began to fuck him. It felt so good to be back up Ryan's arse and it was all I could do not to cum right up him. Ryan too seemed extra horny, I suppose because he had been away and we hadn't fucked for a while. He raised his legs further and pulled me closer, his hands on my arse as I began to fuck him harder. "Oh fuck, you have no idea how much I want this!" he moaned as I began to fuck him even harder. I was getting close now and I told him so. "Do it," he moaned "Give me what I need!" His finger found my arsehole, something that always turns me on, and he pushed it up me. That pushed me over the edge and a few seconds later I fired what felt like a massive load up him. I collapsed on top of him, both of us out of breath. I could tell that Ryan was still as horny as I was and he could feel that my dick was still hard in his arse. "Can you go again?" he asked, still out of breath "Yeah!" I moaned as I started to fuck him again, pausing only for a moment to wonder what he would think if he knew what I might just have done to him, but it was almost like I couldn't help myself, and a few seconds later I was fucking him again as he moaned and played with his cock, urging me to fuck him harder. I shot a second load up him and then we showered together, had something to eat and went to bed. I lay in Ryan's arms that night, not knowing what to think. I wanted Ryan more than anything in the world, but I knew it was going to be difficult to stop having sex with Aidan. Even the thought of Aidan's big poz cock in my arse was making me horny again, and I tried to put him out of my mind. When we woke up the next morning, we were both horny and I fucked Ryan again. I knew the more I fucked him, the more risk I might be putting him at, but I couldn't resist fucking him and firing another big load up him. Ryan was working that night and shortly after he left for his shift, I got a message from Aidan asking if I wanted him to come over and "keep me company". I thought maybe I should say to Aidan that we needed to stop what we were doing but almost as soon as he came into the room, Aidan turned round, pulled his pants and trousers down and bent over. "Why don't you come over here and lick my ass?" he said with an evil grin, "You know you want to!" Of course I did want to, and seconds later I was down behind him. I pulled his hairy arse cheeks apart and pushed my tongue right up his hole, which was even more hairy. I licked his hole for a while as he gave contented little moans and then he turned round and pushed his big cock into my mouth. "That's it," he said softly as I sucked his cock "Get it nice and ready!" A short time later, I was bent over, naked from the waist down, as Aidan fucked me and then shot another big load of poz cum right up me. Ryan was working all night and I kept Aidan's load up me and that night I had a really satisfying wank in bed. Over the next couple of weeks it was like I was two different people - I was my normal self when I was with Ryan and a totally different person when I was around Aidan - it was like I couldn't get enough of Aidan's cum in my arse, even though I knew it was almost certain that I would get knocked up by him, if I wasn't already. At the same time I was fucking Ryan, who seemed to be extra horny at that time, at every opportunity. I have to admit that a few times I fucked Ryan while I still had Aidan's load up my arse. The first time it happened by accident. I was going out for a drink with some of the guys on my team at work and I had arranged to call round at Aidan's on my way home as his partner was going to be out. Ryan was working that night and I had enjoyed more than a few drinks. I was definitely still quite drunk when I got to Aidan's and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. He fucked me on my back with my legs in the air - one of my favourite positions - and shot a nice big load up me. I was feeling great when I got home - pleasantly drunk and enjoying the pleasant sensation of a big load of cum up my bum. I got a shock when I opened the front door and Ryan was standing in the hall. He smiled at me - apparently he had changed his shift to help out one of his colleagues. He made us some coffee and then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his cock pushing against me and I guessed he was horny. "Let's go up to bed" he said softly I knew I would have to get rid of Aidan's load before we did anything, but when we got upstairs Ryan pulled me towards me and kissed me again. He began to undress me and soon he was down sucking my cock - something that always makes me so horny - and almost before I knew it, Ryan was on his back and I was fucking him. I fucked him hard, enjoying every minute of it as always, and almost forgot I had a load up me until I began to shoot my load up Ryan. I must have relaxed my arse a bit, because I could feel some of Aidan's cum sliding out my arsehole and down my balls just as I fired my load up Ryan. I got away with it - Ryan never noticed anything - but to be honest, the whole experience really turned me on and after that I fucked Ryan a few times with Aidan's load up my arse. It was like I was super horny all the time now and one evening I was working late on a project and after a while there was only me and Aaron, the guy from HR who had come on to me a few weeks previously. To cut a long story short, Aaron came onto me again and this time I didn't resist. We ended up in a quiet toilet on the top floor of the building where I sucked his cock and then bent over and offered him my arse. He went up me without a condom, no questions asked, and fucked me. He had a really nice thick cock and I have to say it felt really good up my arse. Aaron was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close. "Can I cum in you?" he panted, and I nodded. Almost immediately I could feel his cum squirting into my arse and when he had finished he pulled out. I had assumed he would zip himself up and leave the toilet but to my surprise he bent over and pushed his arse out. "My turn!" he said with a grin I hadn't expected this, but I wasted no time in getting down behind him and pushing my tongue up his arse. I licked his hole for a while and then pushed my cock up him. His arse was incredibly tight and it didn't take me long to cum right up him. A few minutes later we were back out in the office and we were both back at our desks - his desk with a picture of his girlfriend and child on it and mine with a photo of Ryan. The following weekend we were invited to lunch with Aidan and Peter to meet one of Aidan's friends who was over from Ireland staying for a few days. Sean was about the same age as Aidan - and also very good looking - dark and hairy (a bit like Aidan). He seemed like a nice guy, but I was fairly sure from the way he looked at me that he knew what had been going on between me and Aidan. I didn't mind this, in fact, if anything it turned me on knowing that Aidan had told Sean what he had done to me and how much I had wanted it. Ryan was working that night and Peter said he had some work to do on a case he was working on - and suggested that Aidan and Sean should come over and spend the evening with me as he would be working and I would be on my own. Aidan winked at me and I knew at that moment that he had told Sean about me and that I was probably going to get two cocks up my arse that night. I wondered if Sean was HIV positive too and at the same time, ,I hoped no one would notice the erection that was now pushing out the front of my trousers. Ryan went off to work that evening and a little later, Aidan and Sean came over. As usual, Aidan didn't waste much time - he told me straight off that Sean was looking forward to fucking me and said "Why don't you pull your pants down and show him the hole he's going to be fucking!" As always, I did what Aidan asked me to - I pulled my trousers and pants down and bent over, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my arsehole to Sean. I really wanted to ask if he was HIV positive too, but I didn't need to as Aidan said casually "In case you're wondering, Sean's not on any meds either." Of course this just made me want to get fucked even more and before long I got my wish. Aidan went first and It was a real turn on, knowing that Sean was watching as Aidan pushed his poz cock up my unprotected arse and began to fuck me. I could see Sean was enjoying watching |Aidan fuck me and he got his cock out and started to wank as Aidan told him how much I loved to get fucked and to take poz loads up my cheating arse. A short time later, Aidan shot his load up me and pulled out. Almost immediately, Sean took his place. I have to say, Sean was a really good fuck and I enjoyed every minute of him fucking me. He started off slowly and then built up and soon he was giving me one of the hardest fucks I ever had. After a while he told me he was getting really close. "Shall we tell him?" asked Aidan as Sean thrust even harder up my arse. "Yeah, I guess we should," panted Sean "Tell me what?" I asked. I already knew Sean was HIV positive and not on meds, so I couldn't think what they were going to tell me. "They think he's acquired a strain of HIV that's resistant to drugs." Aidan said casually Just at that moment, Sean started to cum right up my arse, and I shot my load out in front of me, without even touching my cock. What had I done? I'd love to say that I came to my senses at this point and didn't have any more to do with Aidan or Sean, but, as you've probably guessed, nothing could be further from the truth! I couldn't wait to repeat the experience and I got fucked by both Aidan and Sean several times over that weekend. We had some really horny experiences - they took turns fucking me and loading me and one time Sean was fucking me when Aidan stepped up behind him and pushed his cock up Sean's arse. I had never experienced anything like this before and when Sean came in me, he pulled out and Aidan went up me, adding his load to Sean's a short time later. Later that night, I fucked Ryan, both loads still up my arse. I had another narrow escape the following evening. Ryan had been working all day and had stayed on late to cover for someone who was running late and was really tired when he came home. I made him some coffee and he decided to go to bed. He fell asleep almost immediately and just then I got a message from Aidan saying that Paul was out if I wanted to come over. A short later, Aidan, Sean and I were all naked and I was riding Sean's big cock. Aidan put some lube on his cock and moved in behind Sean. I wasn't sure what he was going to do at first - then he pushed his cock against my arse as Sean pulled me forward. At first it felt like I was being split in two as Aidan pushed his cock slowly up my arse next to Sean's. I didn't think there was any way I could take two cocks up my arse at the same time, but I managed it and soon I was enjoying it. Sean came first, closely followed by Aidan and once again I had two loads of dirty cum up my arse. I got dressed quickly as I didn't want to be out too long but as I made my way across to our house, it felt like my arse was gaping and I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep their loads up me for much longer. I fumbled with the key in the lock and made my way to the kitchen, which had a tiled floor. I undid my belt, quickly pulled my pants and trousers down and squatted, just as two loads of cum splattered out on to the floor. I heaved a sigh of relief, but just then a light went on upstairs and I heard Ryan's voice "You alright, babe," he called "Yes," I called back "I'll be up in a moment." I was lucky he didn't come downstairs and I quickly cleaned up the kitchen and made my way upstairs to join him. A couple of days later I started feeling unwell. I thought I would be ok once I got to work but once I got to the office I started feeling much worse. I felt hot and feverish - I had once had the flu, and this felt similar, but much worse. I knew I would have to go home and I also knew something else - this was probably what they called "the fuck flu." What was I going to do now? I decided to concentrate on getting myself home and somehow I did. I knew Ryan had the day off and I just wanted to see him. I entered the house quietly - wondering what I had done and what the fuck I was going to say to Ryan? He wasn't about downstairs and as I began to climb the stairs I heard voices. Not just voices - I heard the unmistakeable sound of two guys fucking. Surely it couldn't be Ryan? On the floor outside the bedroom I saw a pair of jeans and pants, which I knew did not belong to Ryan, and then I heard his voice from inside the bedroom. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me!" Another voice said "You want it?" "Oh yes, fuck yes," came Ryan's voice "Do it, breed me, fucking breed me...give me a fucking baby!" This couldn't be happening! Not Ryan! Then I heard Aidan's voice saying "Good boy -take that dirty load right up your cunt!" I knew now what I was going to see when I entered the bedroom and sure enough the first thing I saw was Ryan's naked arse, riding on a big hairy cock. But it wasn't Aidan's cock he was riding as I had thought- Aidan was watching and wanking, but it was Sean who was breeding Ryan as I walked into the room - Sean who was not only HIV positive and not on meds, but who had a strain of HIV that was resistant to meds. I was feeling really feverish now. I didn't know what to think, or what to do as I stood there watching Sean breed Ryan with his resistant strain. But I knew one thing - I had just cum in my pants.

Athlete One Joey Fernandez was sweating. A lot. His armpits were all wet. The fact that he had a thick hood over his head didn’t help. Nor the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tightly bound to a thick leather collar which was too tight and slowed its respiration. His ankles were tied too. He couldn't move any of his limbs as he sat there panicking and sweating. His first thought was a prank. His teammates put up a prank on him. He didn’t remember anything. One second, he was sleepily sitting on the bus, the next he was gagged and bound. Joey could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, each one sending a wave of dread through his body. Then nothing. Silence. He jolted back when two hands grabbed and twisted his nipples through his thin uniform, pulling him up and forcing him to walk. More likely a drag than a walk. The pain inflicted on his nipples was excruciating. Tears were rolling on his cheeks down to the collar. He strained against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, but every movement seemed to tighten the grip on his nipples. Another hand cupped his crotch, strongly squeezing his balls which caused him to jerk backward, causing more pain to his nipples as the hands, expecting such reaction, pulled forward without mercy. Slightly bent, someone was groping him and someone else was twisting his nipples. The idea of a prank vanished completely when he felt his pants pulled down from behind, exposing his narrow ass to two thick lubed fingers who found the virgin hole easily. Joey felt his first-ever non-self-inflicted orgasm from anal stimulation. The ordeal lasted barely a minute, enough time for his body to cream the jockstrap. The sensation was overwhelming. He was panting. Gone were the hands on his balls and nipples. He realized that nobody was holding him and that he was rocking himself on the fingers lodged in his ass. Only surreptitiously. *** Joey was dropped into the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The hood was suddenly removed followed by the gag. Mr. Marksman, his neighbor, was standing in front of him which was weird enough. But that wasn’t the weirdest. Mr. Marksman was naked, except for a leather pouch covering his bits. Marksman was a faggot. Joey knew this. Fuck, everyone knew it. The way he leered at Joey when he was mowing the backyard made him angry and flip a finger toward the man each time. Marksman would laugh and rub his crotch obscenely. Scissors in hand, Marksman wasted no time to rip the uniform. Joey immediately knew something bad would happen to him. Following the scissors came the clipper, then the razor. Forty-five minutes later, Joey was hairless. Hair and pubes were part of the past. “I like my bitch smooth” Like a frightened snail, Joey’s balls had retreated as far as possible, and his shriveled cock looked like a small walnut. For which Marksman teased him merciless. Teasing was not the only thing planned for his balls. For over almost two hours, Marksman taught Joey the ABC of the CBT scene. With a lot of tell and show. Marksman was a good teller and Joey’s cock and balls a living proof of the show. So much fun according to Marksman. The next hours were focused on his poor ass. Marksman physically explained the difference between the "S" from the "M" and, just like that, Joey was introduced to the roleplay of ‘S&M’. As much as he wanted to hate all of it, his treacherous cock was telling a different story. Marksman pointed out Joey’s very hard erection. “Stiff as a martini with no vermouth” a wiseman said once. Joey fell into oblivion when the expert cocksucker lowered his head and swallow the entire cock in his hot mouth. Three non-stop spectacular blowjobs left his balls drained and dried like two small raisins. *** “Do you want me to fuck you? “I’m not gay”, Joey mumbled, trying to avoid the cock entering is mouth. “I am, and you didn’t say no” a mocking Marksman replied “Now that you know what I want, what would you do for me to avoid being fucked?” By noon time, Joey had divulged all his intimate habits, dirty secrets, fantasies, even his social and online bank account credentials. All of them. All of it. Alas, Joey ran out of options and the ball gag went back in place. “I guess it’s time to fuck you” And fucked Joey would be. He just didn’t know it yet. Marksman took his time. The anticipation was as exciting as the act. He needed Joey to understand and agree to this, or at last making him believe that he willingly agreed to this. First, let him associate pain with pleasure. A fat finger slipped in Joey’s ass, eliciting tears and grunts. The finger made it home. The second finger rang the doorbell. A mind exploding sensation for Joey. At the end of the day, while Joey was left alone to reminisce about his journey, he had to admit it was amazing that the expert fingers had found his prostate, but it would have been even more amazing if they didn’t. Marksman might have been a faggot, but no girls ever gave him this level of horniness. His mind had shifted instantly and relished the gently pressure inside of his ass. The third finger was strenuous. Joey was bucking his ass against the intrusion as much as he was trying to stimulate his prostate again. Despite the directive to not look at the hidden camera, Marksman did. A large grin was on the man’s face. Whoever were his blackmailers, he never has been happier in his life than now. Except maybe for the moment when he would nut for the first time in Joey’s virgin ass. The man was naked now, the leather pouch unable to contain the fairly large man’s hard cock. No more bits and nuts. A full-grown man cock, hard and throbbing, assorted with a swinging pair of balls hovering over Joey’s face, leaking toxic precum on Joey’s sexy-stretched lips by the gag. The merciless fingers were suddenly removed. Dreading a fourth finger, Joey opened his eyes to see Marksman between his legs, pushing a thicker-than-three-fingers cock in his sore ass to the hilt. One second, the fully embedded cock was resting, the next second it was drilling him a new hole. On each pass, the cock shaft was frotting with his overstimulated love button, eliciting moans from Joey, moans that were clearly captured in the video. “You like my cock, you little slut? Do you want me to cum in you?" Joey mumbled something that sounded like a “go” or a “no”. “I have a full poz load just for you” Marksman said nonchalantly. Frowning, Joey made it clear he didn’t understand what his neighbor was referring to. Marksman leaned down and was now tongue fucking his ear and gently biting his earlobe. Then the man started whispering the fact of life to Joey. “Now that you know what you will get, what would you do for me to avoid being bred with my toxic babies?” With regrets and a huge effort, Marksman pulled his cock out and removed the gag. “Please man… don’t…” an out of breath Joey started saying before being gagged again. “Don’t what, pussy boy? Don’t stop fucking you? Don’t waste my toxic cum?” an amused Marksman asked. With two fingers sliding back in his hole, right to his prostate, Joey lost all his protesting thoughts. At this moment, Joey would have sold his mother for the urgent need to cum, and more importantly, not be infected by the faggot’s cum. Instead, he signed a document that Marksman showed him. His mother was safe, but not his body and soul which were now tied to a 25-year contract with an obscure corporation named HMS (His Master Slut) which would act as his sport agent (taking 80% of his revenue), marketing and advertising advisor (entertaining gigs for rich perverts) and personal life counselor (submitting to his new owner). Marksman never stops his ministrations on Joey’s hole. It was a derelict Joey that begged him once the gag was removed again. “Oh man! Don’t stop… I… I… I need to cum badly! Please harder!” “Look at that!” Marksman chuckled. “You like having your ass played? Who is the faggot now?” Joey was now looking at this despicable man he often named-call a faggot or worse, his neighbor, a man older than his own dad, a man with a cock bigger than his own, a man that took his cherry; well, he was begging this man to make him cum. “I’m sorry… I did mean to… I... Please... let me cum… I… I…” Joey was hesitant, but his brain had surrendered a long time ago to the fingers in his ass, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll mow your lawn all summer for free!” “For free? Mmmh… Barefoot and shirtless?” “Yes!” a frantic Joey replied while fucking himself on the fingers “In cutoff short and no underwear?” “Yes” came the desperate reply “Mmmh… I don’t know. It seems an easy punishment for such a bad behavior” “Come on, man, I’m sorry… I…” “Ok deal, but you need to let me fuck you again and I will make you cum” Marksman never waited for an answer as he resumed fucking the athlete under him. His cum was magnificent and Joey got his first poz load. The following morning, three masked men picked up Joey, the video and the contract to a different orientation camp.

Just got back home from getting a load from a cute Puerto Rican guy 🙂 The fuck itself wasn‘t too special. We made out a bit, sucked each other, he rimmed me (I love that!) and then he fucked me 😉 But the feeling of sitting here with the load in my ass and my bf being at work not having a clue what I just did just turns me on so much! I‘m hard again! 😍

Even now I'm not really sure what came over me - but this is the story of what happened. My name is Paul, and at the time this story begins, I was 27 years old and very happily married to Ryan. Ryan was the same age as me, and we had been together for six years, and married for four. I can honestly say I had never been happier - I had never cheated on Ryan and I could never imagine wanting anyone but him. We were definitely made for each other - though a bit different temperamentally, we had the same values and we enjoyed the same things. We enjoyed being together and I can honestly say I had never loved anyone the way I loved Ryan. I loved his sense of humour, his integrity and, of course, his sexy body. Ryan was smaller than me but quite muscular, with dark hair, a cheeky smile and an arse that made my cock hard every time I looked at it! I also admired him. Ryan was a nurse and loved his job - he loved helping people and I knew his smile often made as much difference to his patients as his care did. He also cared passionately about sexual health and worked three hours a week as a volunteer nurse at a sexual health clinic. I was a consultant in the tech team of a large IT company and, while I earned a lot more money than Ryan, I couldn't help being aware that his job was by far the more valuable. Ryan and I met through friends a year or two after I finished university. I liked him straight away and we started seeing each other. The first time we went out we went for an Italian meal and a drink and then we went back to my flat and fucked. I couldn't wait to get Ryan's pants down and I was really hoping he would want me to fuck him. He did - and although he explained that he never did it without a condom, we had a truly great fuck and I enjoyed every single minute of it. We started seeing each other regularly and after six months we moved in together. We talked about safe sex and Ryan explained how important it was to him and I was happy to fall in with his wishes. My record on safe sex was, on the whole, quite good - though not of course anything like as good as Ryan's. I had mostly played safe, but now and then if a fit lad offered me his arse and wanted me to go in bare, I did. On the whole, I enjoyed fucking without a condom more - but I was careful most of the time. I was mostly a top - I would say I was a top about 90% of the time - but now and then I liked to take it up the arse. I especially enjoyed taking it on my back with my legs in the air - I'm not sure why, but there's something really horny about lifting my legs and letting some fit guy bang my arse. I must admit, I did sometimes take it up the arse without a condom too. Of course I knew it was risky, but I didn't mind taking a chance now and then, and somehow that added to the excitement. I remember once about a year or so before I met Ryan, I was at a civil partnership ceremony and got talking to a couple who were at the same table as me. We got on well and I was getting definite vibes that they might be up for a threesome. After the meal, we took a walk in the woods behind the hotel where the celebration was taking place. I had had a few drinks by this time, and was very much in a bottom mood. I ended up going down on them both and a short time later I was leaning up against a tree, pants and smart trousers at my ankles as first one then the other fucked me hard up the arse. None of us had condoms so we just went bare and I took both their loads up me. A few months before I met Ryan, I was assigned a three month project working with an external consultant. The other guy was a really handsome black guy called Akim. Akim was the same age as me but a bit more experienced and he led on the project. I liked Akim, and we got on well, but I didn't think we would have much in common. He was quite sporty and told me he was a devout Christian. He also had a girlfriend whom he talked about quite a lot. However, he wasn't bothered when I told him I was gay and the project got off the ground on schedule. I also found Akim really attractive and could not help noticing the sizeable bulge that always seemed to be visible at the front of his suit trousers. I tried hard not to look at it, but I was fairly sure that Akim had noticed my attention wandering to the front of his trousers one night when we were working late together. A little later on, he told me he had noticed me looking at the front of his trousers and, much to my surprise, asked me if I would like to see what he had inside them. A short time later, Akim had unzipped his trousers and pulled his pants down to his knees and I was sucking on one of the biggest cocks I had ever had in my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then he told me that he would love to fuck me. We didn't have any condoms or any lube - and I knew I could never take a cock that big up my arse without lube, so we contented ourselves with me sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. The next time we worked late alone, I let Akim fuck me. He had said he would bring everything we needed but, although he produced some lube, I was surprised to find that he hadn't brought any condoms. I wasn't really that bothered though and, to tell the truth, the thought of taking his big cock up my arse without a condom was really turning me on. I sucked him for while and then I bent over my desk, my pants and trousers pulled down below my bum and my shirt pushed up my back as Akim fucked me bareback and shot what felt like a huge load right up my arse. After that, we fucked regularly, mostly with me bent over the desk, but a couple of times I pulled off my shoes, trousers and pants and laid back on the desk in just my shirt and socks, my legs in the air as Akim fucked me and shot another big load up me. I enjoyed all these encounters very much but, like I said, most of the time I was content to be a top. This suited Ryan very well - he loved to be fucked, but was not so keen on topping. For the first months we were together we used condoms and then we decided to get tested and hopefully stop using them. Our test results came back negative and, on the night of our first anniversary, I fucked Ryan for the first time without a condom. I can't tell you how good it felt - I had always loved fucking Ryan and tonight his hole felt so much tighter around my dick as I pushed it up his arse and began to fuck. Ryan was in his favourite position - on his back with his legs over my shoulders - and we didn't hold back. That night I dumped two loads right up him and in the morning I added a third. After that, we stopped using condoms. We were very happy and after a few years we managed to buy a small house together. It was in a small village outside the town (that was all we could afford) but we really loved it. When we had been there a few years, our lovely neighbour sold her house and moved out. The house bordered on to ours at an angle and I was hoping we would get good neighbours in her place. She told us she had sold the house to a gay couple, one of whom was a solicitor. She wasn't sure what the other one did. A few weeks later, they moved in and after a day or so they came over to introduce themselves. Peter was the solicitor, a small, blond, serious looking guy and the other guy was called Aidan. Aidan was a stocky, dark haired Irish guy and I have to admit I found him quite attractive. After they had settled in they invited us over for dinner one Saturday evening. They were good company and we had a very enjoyable time. I couldn't help noticing that Aidan had a really fit arse. I should explain, I am a bit of an arse guy - I think the arse is definitely my favourite part of a guy - and I love nothing more than pulling a guy's arse cheeks apart and sticking my tongue right into his hole. Ryan's arse was quite smooth, with just a few hairs around his hole, but I guessed that Aidan's was probably quite hairy - judging by the time he dropped a fork and bent down to pick it up, giving me a really good view of the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. As I said, they were both good company and, although Peter talked of his work quite a bit, I wasn't really sure what Aidan did. Once or twice during the evening, I thought I caught Aidan glancing at me, and there was something in his glance that made me feel a bit horny. That night I fucked Ryan hard up the arse and came almost immediately. We had both had a few drinks and we fell asleep quite quickly, but a few hours later I woke up with a raging hard on. I nudged Ryan awake and told him I was feeling really horny. He kissed me and then knelt up on the bed. I slipped my cock up him easily (he still had my first load in him) and fucked him again until I dumped a second load up him. The following Saturday evening, we invited Peter and Aidan to dinner with us. The conversation turned to work and I asked Aidan what he did. He told me that we wasn't working at the moment as he had been quite ill for a while. I asked if he was feeling better now and he said he was. Then he told us that he was HIV positive and, due to complications, had been unable to take meds so was currently unmedicated. I was really surprised by his honesty and even more so when Peter added that he was negative so they always had to use condoms. A short time later, the subject was changed, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about what Aidan had told us. When we had finished the meal, Ryan poured some more drinks and I cleared the table and took the dishes through to the kitchen. Aidan said he would give me a hand and joined me in the kitchen. He smiled at me and said he hoped he hadn't embarrassed us by talking about his HIV. I said no, of course not, and added that it must be hard always having to use condoms. "Ah well," said Aidan, "It would be," he lowered his voice, "if I always used them!" "Oh," I said confused, "I thought Peter said you always use condoms." "I do always use condoms," said Aidan and then, lowering his voice he added "when I'm with Peter!" He winked at me and, just for a moment, rested his hand on my arse. I could feel myself blushing and I hoped that Aidan wouldn't notice the fact that my dick was suddenly getting hard in my pants. A short time later we were safely back out with Ryan and Peter and we had a few more drinks. I was sure I could feel Aidan looking at me from time to time and I tried hard not to look back at him. When we got home, Ryan asked me if I was alright and said I had seemed a bit distracted as the evening went on. I assured him I was fine and that night in bed, we fucked. We were both horny, and enjoyed a great fuck. Ryan ran his hand down my arse crack as I fucked him and then, as he sometimes did, he pushed his finger against my arsehole. He pushed his finger in to my hole as I fucked him and a short time later I came right up his arse. The next morning, Ryan was working and I had a lie in. I woke up with a hard on and began to play with myself. I wondered what Aidan had meant the night before when he said that he always used condoms with Peter. I guessed that he meant he sometimes fucked with other guys and did not use condoms, despite being HIV positive and not on meds. I was wanking now as I imagined what Aidan's cock would look like - I imagined it would be big and hairy. I took hold of my cock and began to really wank myself as I imagined Aidan pulling off his trousers and pants and squatting over me so that I could push my tongue up his hairy arse. As I said earlier, I'm mostly a top, but I liked to be fucked now and then and Ryan was really not into topping so I hadn't been fucked for a long time. Ryan pushing his finger up my arse had really turned me on and now I began to wonder what it would be like to be fucked by Aidan. I was wanking harder now, as I imagined spreading my legs so that Aidan could fuck me. Then I thought he might want to fuck me without a condom even though he was HIV positive and not on meds and somehow this thought turned me on even more. Just as I imagined Aidan pushing his bare cock into my arse, I shot my load all over myself. A couple of months went by. We socialised with Peter and Aidan now and then and a few times I saw Aidan working in the garden - their garden joined ours at an angle so I had a perfect view. Sometimes I would watch Aidan discreetly as he worked in the garden - he still wasn't working at that point - and I loved seeing him bend over and show his arse crack. I was wanking all the time now when Ryan was at work - I hadn't masturbated so much since I was a teenager - and if I'm being honest, most of the time I was thinking about Aidan One time I was watching Aidan doing some work in the garden out of our bedroom window. He was wearing shorts and a black top and I had a great view of his hairy arms and legs. I caught sight of his arse crack a couple of times and began to play with my cock. I was fairly sure he didn't know I was watching as he stepped up to the wall and pulled out his dick. Almost immediately he began to piss hard against the wall, standing back from the wall spraying his piss up and down. I watched fascinated as he finished pissing and, instead of putting his dick back in his shorts, he began to play with it. He was hard now and began to play with his cock - it was just as I had imagined - big and hairy. I pushed my hand into my pants and began to play with my cock as I watched Aidan wanking. I was still confident he didn't know I was watching and a few minutes later I could tell he was getting close. Aidan wanked his cock a few more times and then turned and looked straight at me as he wanked a huge load of cum out in front of himself. That was too much for me and I shot my load into the front of my pants. Then Aidan winked at me and went back into the house. I didn't know what to think - I had been caught watching Aidan - I don't think I had ever felt so mortified, but I also don't think I had ever felt so turned on - my cock was rock hard, even though I had just shot a load. I suddenly thought of something and opened the bottom drawer of Ryan's chest. I wondered if what I was looking for would still be there, but under some pairs of pants, I found it. It was a large rubber dildo - thick and about seven inches long. It was Ryan's from when he was single and we had kept it to use for fun. I had used it on Ryan quite a few times and once or twice he had used it on me, although we hadn't played with it for a while. I pulled off my pants, trousers and socks and bent over the bed. I rubbed some lube on my hole and then pushed the dildo gently against my arsehole. I hadn't been fucked for a long time and it hurt going in to my arse but I really wanted it - I needed to be fucked! I pushed the dildo slowly right up my arse and began to fuck myself with it. I remembered bending over the desk for Akim, the IT guy, and tried to think of him. I also tried hard to think of Ryan, and imagine it was him standing behind me, but my thoughts kept turning to Aidan. I fucked myself for a while, and then I pulled the cock out my arse, laid back on the bed, and raised my legs. I pushed the dildo back up my arse. This was how I wanted Aidan to fuck me - on my back with my legs in the air - and I didn't want him to use a condom. I wanted him to push his bare cock up my arse and fuck me. I was fucking myself really hard now as I thought how much I wanted Aidan to cum in me. I knew that would probably mean he would give me HIV, but just at that moment I wanted him to give it to me. I wanted that big, hairy cock to cum in my arse and get me pregnant. I wanted him to give me a baby! As I thought this I shot one of the biggest loads of my life all over myself. I had finally admitted to myself that I wanted Aidan to knock me up - I wanted him to poz my cunt! But I knew I would never do it. Would I?

I’ve written several stories on here but they seem to have disappeared. Sad because I don’t have any copies. I’ve been lurking and reading for a bit and just haven’t found any good inspiration for anything new til now. Hopefully I can get this out as well as it plays in my head. While I work on the meat of the story I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let out a little teaser to get the ball rolling. ******************** I sat at the bar in The Stage Door, a bar in Tucker, GA waiting for my friend Arthur to come, I had so much to explain and confess to him. He was my therapist, not a real therapist but he was that friend I could tell anything to. He finally got there after I finished my first drink, so we ordered two more and made our way to the back corner where we would have some privacy so I could get this off my chest. I had been dating a guy Randy for about four months when he confessed to me that he had broken up with his last boyfriend Paul after Paul had become HIV positive. This happened about a month before we got together. I felt terrible for Paul, to be in a relationship with someone and then get dumped because of that. Sure it would be scary but I thought it was a shitty thing to do anyway. When I told Randy that, he got really defensive and offended and started saying things like, “he deserved it” and “had it coming” and “shouldn’t have been such a whore” and then finally “he knew he was getting it” and even “wanted it.” Randy went on to explain...Paul had wanted to have other guys fuck him as well as Randy. Paul wanted to get breed and then Randy would breed him after. Randy agreed and Paul would invite guys over and they would all play together even DP Paul which Randy discovered he liked. Most guys did wear condoms but a few would agree to bareback. Paul really loved when they went raw. One day a guy who wore a condom shot a huge load, it was impressive seeing it in the condom when he took it off. Paul grabbed the condom and worked it into his ass while the guy watched. The guys eyes were huge as he watched Paul finger the condom into his hole. When Paul saw him getting hard again he maneuvered himself so he could suck his cock while he worked the open end of the condom into his swollen hole. Randy grabbed the condom and held it up so the cum flowed down the condom and into Paul. Randy had come home from work one day and two studs had Paul in a spit roast in the bedroom. That wouldn’t have been so bad but they wouldn’t let Randy play until after they left three hours later. Randy could hear balls slapping ass, name calling, and muffled moans and sometimes screams from Paul the whole time. Occasionally he would pop his head into the room to make sure everything was ok. Each time the guys would tell Paul to tell his man to get out. Paul would then mumble something from under the cock that was currently in his mouth. Randy knew Paul was having fun so he grabbed a brown bottle and enjoyed the rush. When the two guys finally left Paul lying in a bed soaked with sweet and cum, they walked through the living room after cleaning up and said to Paul on the way out, “We each gave him two toxic loads. Enjoy man, he’s all yours.” “That’s so sick and twisted!,” my friend Arthur said when I stopped telling my story long enough to take a drink before all the ice in my rum and Coke melted. “But wait, there’s more...”

When I’m fucking or being sucked off I wear black military boots and a steel cock ring. When I’m being fucked or sucking cock I wear a regulation jockstrap.

How times have changed. For the vast majority of men I hook up with status isn't even discussed and hardly anyone uses condoms. Every poz guy I know is on meds and undetectable, and the neg guys are on PrEP. A lot of the guys that know my status are turned on by it and fetishize it.

This is way too fucking hot and twisted! Love it!

stopped PrEP. Welcome all loads

You want a wad of thick Daddy cum in your ass

Hey boy, I’m gunna nut in your arse - so your place or mine?

Well, the call finally came. I had been expecting it for a while but knew it could be anytime. So 5am on a Tuesday felt as good of time as any, I was just happy to finally hear from him. Well horny and happy. The phone woke me up. “Hello Sir, I am ready to come home, at least for now.” “Well hello Slade, where are you?” “Truckstop off the interstate on miller road” “That’s about 20 minutes away, you sure you will still be there and ready to go by the time I would get there?” “Um, if you still want me, I will be here waiting.” “Okay, I’ll get ready and head that way, should be there in about 30 minutes.” “Thank you, sir.” “That doesn’t mean you have to turn anyone down that wants to use you more you know.” “I know, thank you sir, I think I have gotten to the end of this adventure, and I want to let you enjoy the fruits of my efforts” “See you soon” as I hung up. So I threw on some shorts and a tank top and tried to tuck my hardening cock into my waist band. I was thinking about how my bf Slade was going to look after taking his slut vacation/adventure. I had left him in this outfit at a local cruising park. He had told me he would call me when he was ready to be picked up, but he had been talking to a trucker that wanted to use his hole, and he didn’t know how that was going to go. I figured I would hear from him later that night or maybe early the next morning. 2 weeks later I got a quick text from an unknown number that just said, “Slade still alive, still useful, not full yet” I responded with a thumbs up and had to jack off at the thought of my bf still being slutted out, fucked, filled and abused by whoever he was. So, another week and a half later I finally got the call from him to come get him and now I’m headed to go pick up my favorite fuckhole that I know loves me, but loves cock and cum so much I would never rob him of that joy in his life. And I love his cum filled, swollen hole when he brings it to me over abused and leaking the scum of hundreds of other men. He tastes better, fucks better, and we are both happier that way. So when I arrived at the truck stop I didn’t see him waiting outside. I could see several trucks parked with the drivers still sleeping inside I figured. It was a little chilly this early in the morning, at least too chilly for those slut shorts and jock. But I know he would be out here advertising or waiting for me, so it was odd when he wasn’t. Then I saw him step out of a truck, a little wince as he touched down on the ground, and there was a larger man standing there waiting on him. He took him by the shoulder and walked him into the truck stop. I saw the moment Slade saw me and the look on his face said he felt bad for making me wait but we both knew that he had a service he had to provide. And of course my man being as gifted a slut as he is, he was at my car in 10 minutes later. “Sorry to make you wait”, Slade said as he kissed me after getting in. He tasted of cock and cum. I wanted to fuck him in my car, but knew I would enjoy it more when we got home. “Not a problem, glad to see you are well and successful.” “Thanks, we can go now” “Are you sure you are out of cocks to drain?” “There is always more, but no more around here.” “I don’t mind waiting” “I know, but I’m fresh filled now and I don’t wanna wait around like a lot lizard and feel all the cum absorb in, dry out, or slide out while I wait for another one.” He said as he fingered his hole to get it good and coated and feed it to me to taste. “Fuck that tastes amazing” “Thanks, I’m ready” “Well okay then, need me to fuck you and send you back out?” “Take me home, enjoy the cum buffet, pound out my sloppy abused hole, lick my cum crusted body, and I will get some rest, and we can talk about future plans”

an adult theater the greendoor in bethlehem pa 1162 pembroke road 18017 i took 5 loads in my hungry ass i love getting bred by anonymous cock there poz or neg dont matter i just want loads

Trying Hard - Aspiring Cumdump Did two ass up sessions at a favorite bathhouse Friday and Saturday. Friday: Fucked by at least a dozen guys, 5 loads in my hole and 2 swallowed Saturday: Lost count after 15 guys, 4 in my ass and swallowed 2. Highlights: Very much embraced the No Load Refused Cumdump method. Let guys of every age, size and race fuck me on sawhorse benches, slings and tables in the public play areas. Got four anal loads Friday in quick succession on a fuck bench. Then another guy fucked my sloppy hole and made me suck his slimy cock before giving me a facial. Spent time pleasing a verbal Dom man. He liked making me gag on this fat, 8 inch cock. Also exploited my nipples to make me so sensitive that I was squirming and moaning anytime they were touched. He ended by feeding me a huge load. Hooded myself in a public sling and waited. Not sure how many different guys fucked me but got two loads. One, a verbal top, had one of those cocks that even though I was well used, it still found a way to gape me even more. He fucked me for at least 15 minutes and made me cum hands free. When he unloaded, it was with a purpose!

"Shut the fuck up, faggot, I'm about to breed your cunt."

“Come in” I called, looking round at the door from my desk. Tony walked in, and I almost immediately went completely hard given he was wearing only a black jockstrap. “Hey” I said. “Everyone else is out” he said, a slight quiver in his voice. “Please Aaron, I need you to fuck me.” I got up from my chair and went over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want Sam and Bailey too, but the first time I just want it to be you.” “OK” I said, giving him a warm smile. “I don’t just mean my first pozzing” he said, looking down. “I mean my first ever.” “Oh” I said. “I mean, I didn’t think I had ever seen you bottoming, but I guess I just kind of assumed you had done it with one of the other guys at some point.” “No” he said, “and I’ve never wanted to before you told me your story, but now it’s all I can think about.” He looked up at me, with a slightly pleading expression on his face. I couldn’t help but lean in and plant my lips on his, and we engaged in a short but quite passionate kiss. “I would be honoured to be your first” I whispered. “If you’re sure this is what you want.” “It is” he panted. “I don’t know why, but it is.” I looked in his eyes for a few moments, before stepping back and starting to undress. I motioned him to over to the bed as I got the last of my clothes off, and then had him get down on all fours on the edge of the mattress. I then got down on my knees, and began a long and very thorough opening-up of his hole with my tongue and fingers. Knowing I was going to be popping his cherry, and wanting to make sure he loved it as much as I did, I spent a long time making sure he was as open and relaxed as I could feasibly get him before the main act began. Eventually I decided it was time to get on with it, and I moved away from his arse and stood up. I went to my bedside drawers and got out a bottle of poppers, which I leaned over and put next to him. “I think you should take a few hits” I said. “I don’t need them anymore to get relaxed and open, but you’ll enjoy this more if you use them to relax.” I watched him take a couple of sniffs, and smiled as he moaned very quietly at the high he got from them. I then encouraged him to change position so he was lying on his left side, before I lay down behind him and shuffled into position. I lifted his leg and got him to hold it up himself, and then I applied some lube to my cock and a bit more to his hole. I manoeuvred my cock to his hole, and just gently pushed on it a few times to get him a bit more excited. Very gently I then began to push in, whispering for him to push back on me. I popped in and he yelped, and then I held in place until he relaxed. I then reached up and took hold of his leg, allowing him to pull his own hand away to open the poppers for another couple of hits. Over several minutes I gradually slid all the way into him, and then held in place for a few minutes more while I kissed his shoulders and waited for his breathing to calm. When I sensed he was ready, I began a slow and gentle fuck, enjoying listening to Tony’s moans of pleasure as he was introduced to the awesomeness of being fucked. I made sure I held back until I knew he was ready for me to up the ante, at which point I pulled out of him. I pulled him into his back and then shuffled round on the bed, him instinctively knowing to lift his legs as I did so. I ducked under his right leg to get in place, put both his ankles on my shoulders, and then lined up my cock with his hole again. I took it easy pushing back into him, but he seemed to get off on the re-entry so much that I withdrew and did it again. I kept doing this, driving deeper into him each time, until I pushed in a final time and then leaned forward, reaching up grip his ankles on my shoulders. I then began a deep and rapidly accelerating power fuck, staring down into his eyes as I really showed him what it was like to bottom. It was only as I began to feel my orgasm approaching that I decided to introduce some verbal to it all. “You like having my dick in your virgin hole” I growled. “Yeah” he panted. “You like having my raw dick in you bareback.” “Yeah!” “You fucking love having my big poz dick in your sweet neg hole, don’t you” I yelled. “Oh fuck yeah!” he hollered. “You want me to pump my dirty poz load into you.” “Please!” he yelled. “Say it!” I commanded. “Oh fuck, fucking fill my neg virgin hole with your poz load” he said. “More!” I shouted, as I really began to pound him. “Breed me! Poz me! Please poz me!” he whimpered, as cum started spewing from his cock all over his stomach, despite him not even touching it. That set me off, and I slammed in and blasted off inside him, roaring as I unloaded my toxic swimmers into his previously-untapped neg hole. I held my breath as my dick throbbed in him, before slowly lowering myself to plant my lips on his. We panted and kissed as we both came down from incredible orgasms, and then I lifted myself up a bit to be able to look into his eyes. “Tell me what I have in me” he said. “My poz cum” I replied. “Your neg hole is full of my toxic dirty poz cum.” “Oh fuck” he said. “You want more?” I asked, realising my dick was not softening inside of him. “Yes please” he whimpered, causing me to grin at him briefly. I then leaned back down on him, let his body take my weight, and began to use my arms and some twisting to turn us over so that I was on my back and he was sat on my midsection, my hard dick never once slipping from his hole. I then looked up at him. “Fuck yourself on my poz cock” I said. “Earn that second toxic load.” He began to bounce himself up and down, switching between kneeling and squatting positions whenever his muscles got tired, with my only role being to swat away his hand if he ever reached for his own cock, while continuing a stream of filthy verbal to keep him at full arousal. I let him ride me for ages until I could feel a second orgasm brewing, at which point I told him to stop and dismount. I bent him over the bed in a standing position, then thrust back into him from behind. I gripped his hips, and then fucked the living daylights out of him as he groaned and yelled at the force of what he was withstanding. He once again came hands-free, and shortly after I filled him up with his second poz load as I yelled a stream of obscenities. I then propelled us both forwards onto the mattress, with me lying on his back and my cock slowly starting to finally soften inside his hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he eventually whispered. “What?” I asked. “That getting fucked is so awesome” he said, causing me to chuckle. “I was bloody telling you all!” I said. “Could you not tell how awesome I think it is from me bending over and taking everything anyone could give me several times a day?” “True” he chuckled. “But still, it I’d known…” “Well, I’m glad I got to show you” I said, kissing his neck. “You’re going to be bottoming more from now on, I take it?” “For you three I will” he said. I kissed his neck again, and then hauled myself off him and stood up. He also got up off the bed, and then stood in front of me so we could look at each other. “Any regrets?” I asked. “No” he said, smiling. “I just want more of this.” “Well, if you do suddenly wake up later or tomorrow or something regretting or doubting things, you can go to the hospital and get something that should keep you safe” I said. “But only for a couple of days I think.” “Thanks” he said, “but I’m serious. I want this. I want you to tell Sam and Bailey what we did, and then I want all three of you to fuck me whenever and wherever you can.” “Just as a group?” I asked. “No” he said. “I kind of want to be alone with each of them too, as well as with everyone together.” “Well, I’ll see what I can do then” I said, smiling. “Though at this rate you’ll be taking over from me as the house cumdump.” “That’s fine by me” he said, laughing. I went over and gently kissed him again, and then got some tissues to wipe up the cum running down his legs before he ended up leaving a trail through the house. He then headed out of my room to the shower downstairs near his own room, while I went into the main bathroom on my floor to get cleaned up as well. Then it was back to my research. —————— By the time we managed to find an evening when the four of us having a group session was feasible without causing a whole ‘thing’ with the other guys in the house, Tony had already been fucked by both Sam and Bailey. He had also crept into my room one night and enjoyed a quiet spitroast from me and Bailey, as well as taking one more solo fuck from me one morning. But when we four were at last able to have some fun together, we did not hold back. Tony spent the whole of the session with a cock in his hole. He was utterly insatiable, and we three all focused on him entirely. While one of us would be fucking Tony, the other two kept his mouth busy with a cock to suck or a hole to rim, and we sometimes wanked or sucked his cock a bit too. He licked clean our cocks after each breeding, as our round-robin fucking of his hole inevitably continued. He was right at the end of fuck number 8 when the unthinkable happened. Sam was hammering away inside of him when my door suddenly opened and Leroy marched into the room. Bailey and I both froze, but Sam had not noticed and carried on fucking for the few more moments it took him to reach orgasm. Unfortunately this was the moment he decided to go verbal for the first time. “Take my poz load you negative little whore” he growled down at Tony, as his dick throbbed and he unloaded inside our also-oblivious housemate. “What the fuck???!!!!” Leroy exclaimed, before turning and rushing back out the door. “Shit” I growled, before hurrying off the bed. I hopped into my shorts and then ran out of the room, fortunately hearing Leroy just reaching the bottom of the stairs. I ran down after him, and joined him in the kitchen where he had grabbed a bottle of vodka and was drinking directly from it. “Lee” I said. “What the fucking fuck is going on Aaron?” he yelled. “What the fuck did I just see??!!” “I can explain” I said, holding my hands up. “You fucking better” he said. We stared at each other for a moment, before I went over to the drinks shelf and grabbed a bottle of rum. I poured some out in a mug as it was the closest thing to hand, necking it back before I poured another. Then I turned back to him. “Look, can we sit down?” I said. “Fuck that” he said. “You got a cigarette?” “Upstairs” I said. “Can you let me go and get a pack, put on some proper clothes, and then I’ll tell you everything.” He nodded, so I necked back the second rum, plonked the mug on the table, and then quickly went back upstairs. Tony was being held by Bailey, possibly sobbing, while Sam just stood there looking like a deer in headlights. I ignored his questions, hurriedly throwing on a pair of jogging bottoms over my shorts, a T-shirt and a hoodie, and then picked up my open pack of cigarettes as well as a new one. “Let me sort this out” I said to them, before dashing back downstairs. Tony was out in the garden already, pacing about on the patio, and once I closed the back door I held out the cigarettes to him. He took once and then tossed the pack back at me, and I held up a light for him. I got myself lit up too, and then slumped down on the bench. He continued to pace around a bit, and then came down and sat at the other end of the bench from me. “Talk” he said. I didn’t see any other option than full disclosure, so as I had done with Tony, I started at the beginning and took Leroy through everything. I talked softly, both to avoid being overheard by any neighbours who might also happen to be out in the cold, but also to try to keep the conversation calm. Leroy did not utter a word, indeed I did not even sense any physical reaction from him even though I was not looking directly at him, with the only movement being from smoking his cigarette and then lighting a new one almost straight after. “That is so fucked up” he said, following a long silence once I’d finished. “I know” I said, “or at least I know that’s how it must seem. But for me, it was what I wanted and I don’t regret it. Bailey and Sam feel the same, and Tony is right there with us now too.” “So you’re going to infect him” said Leroy. “Mate, it’s what he wants” I said, “and, I don’t know, it’s like a special bond for us three that I guess I want him to have with us too.” We sat in silence for quite a while after that. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next, but after seeing how upset Tony was upstairs, I knew I had to find a way to protect him. Bailey and I had each other for support if things went south, Sam probably wouldn’t care if everyone else knew, but Tony had only recently started figuring himself out properly and could be really damaged by everything blowing up around us. “OK” Leroy said. “I mean, it’s fucked up, but I guess I sort of get what you’re saying.” “You do?” I asked. “Sort of” he replied. “I mean, about that whole special bond thing. That’s kind of how I feel about all the guys in this house compared to any other friends I’ve ever had back home.” “Oh” I said. “I wish you hadn’t fucked all that up” he said. “I’m sorry” I said. “It was just something I needed to do. I never expected anyone else to get involved.” “I know” he said, turning to face me. “I mean, I believe you.” “Thank you” I said. “Just let me think about all this for a bit, OK?” he said. “Er, yeah, sure” I said, not really knowing what he meant. “Got to get my head around it all” he said, turning back to face the garden. “Figure it out, you know?” “Yes” I said, lying. “But could you, you know, not tell anyone else?” “I won’t” he said. “I mean, I think we know we have to say something soon” I said, “but Tony’s new to all this, and I think he’s having a complete freak-out upstairs right now.” “I get it” Leroy said. “Let me go and talk to him.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied, standing up and heading for the door. I followed him up to my room, where he paused briefly outside the door before going in. He looked at both Bailey and Sam, before walking over to where Tony was standing holding his phone, still naked and with red, wet eyes. Leroy didn’t say anything, but just put his arms round Tony and hugged him for a moment. Then he pulled back, and headed for the door again. However, he turned and looked at us all as he got there. “We’re OK” he said, before glancing in my direction and nodding. Then he was gone. The night’s ‘festivities’ were obviously over, but Bailey and I convinced Tony to stay with us. He was still very rattled, but he eventually calmed down once he’d settled into bed, with Bailey holding him in a comforting embrace from behind, and me lying facing him while holding his hand. The next morning he was a bit brighter, particularly once the four of us slipped out to have breakfast in the park cafe nearby. We talked about my conversation with Leroy, and everyone felt a bit less on edge after that. We also started discussing how and when we would have a conversation with everyone else, agreeing that it would wait until after Tony converted. Then, with breakfast done, we got back on with our days. Tony’s conversion just happened to begin the next day, when he woke up feeling feverish and sick. Bailey and I took charge of looking after him with a bit of Sam’s help, all while doing our best to deflect or ignore comments from the other guys about this flu that kept taking down housemates. A couple of days in to Tony’s sickness, Sam began to act a little strangely, and Bailey and I both agreed it felt like he was not telling us something. We wondered if he was maybe feeling some kind of guilt or regret at his potential part in Tony’s conversion, but something didn’t sit right with that as it did not seem to be an issue he’d be bothered about. Our answer came one day when most of the guys were out, and I was flirting between a paper I was writing and keeping an eye on Tony. Leroy suddenly came into Tony’s room, startling me both with the suddenness of it and also because I didn’t know he was home. He closed the door behind him, and walked over to where I was kneeling on the floor next to the bed using a wet cloth to clean our unconscious housemate up a bit. Leroy looked down at Tony for a moment, before he suddenly yanked down his shorts and turned to me. His cock was erect and right in my face, but before I could pull away he put his hand on the top of my head. His intentions were clear, and I felt like I was in no position to refuse given the secret he was carrying. I therefore opened my mouth and took him in, eventually swallowing his cock completely. It was a pretty vigorous throatfucking, but I miraculously maintained control of my gag reflex and just allowed him to use me. His hand never left my head, and he was completely calling the shots. Thankfully he didn’t last long, and I was soon ingesting a big load of his cum. He immediately withdrew, pulled up his shorts, took one last look at Tony, and then left the room. I remained on the floor a little stunned for a moment, then got back to tending to Tony while I processed what had just happened. That night I told Sam and Bailey what had happened, which prompted Sam to finally come clean. “He’s done that to me, like, two or three times a day since he found out” he said. “I didn’t tell you guys because you’ve got enough on looking after Tone, and I figured keeping a lid on Leroy could be what I do for us four right now.” “Fuck” said Bailey. “Guess I’m not enough on my own” said Sam. “I guess not” I said. But with Sam’s revelation, the final part of my conversation with Leroy from the other night came back to me. I realised only there and then that something was developing in him. He was clearly intrigued or something, but couldn’t deal with it properly. He must be thinking about us and getting horned up, but the only release he could contemplate was a super-dominant use of one of our throats. I remembered how he had responded to me talking of a special bond, and his own comment on how he felt about what we all had with each other in the house. He was clearly facing something of a mental conflict, and I determined then and there to see if I could find some way to help him. However, Bailey then spoke up. “Let me talk to him” he said. “I think I can help him.” I looked at my boyfriend quizzically, but then agreed to leave it to him for now. Sam also agreed, noting he would just put up with the throat workouts from Leroy while they continued, and he might even try to be a bit more proactive about it to avoid me getting any more visits. With that, Sam headed back to his room, and Bailey and I went to bed. He slipped inside me and gave me a long and gentle fuck, before we both fell asleep with him still buried inside me. To be continued ————— NOTE: Earlier in the story I slightly lost track of the guys, and ended up with 11 names rather than 10. As such, please see Leroy as a nickname the guys have given the previously-mentioned Liam… #facepalm

I want to fuck you until you're pregnant.

I've filmed a lot of sex. There HAVE been times when I got a blowjob or was offered up a lovely cummy hole, but for the most part, that's NOT a fringe benefit. The performers are usually exhausted, dehydrated and irritated by the stop, reset lights, stop, more lube, stop, pull out, get the cum shot, go back get the better angle, etc. The crew are usually tired from being in those positions to GET the good shots. Rare are the shoots where it magically all happens and the shots are caught and the angles and lighting is right. Although, I have always told anyone filming for me "if you're not hard filming it, they aren't going to be hard watching it." Sometimes, the obvious boner will catch someone's attention and they'll get some afterwards, but we're all there to do a job. Play doesn't happen until the work is done and usually by then, the hormones have worn off and the desire is more manageable. That's not to say I haven't played with guys I've filmed - just not usually on set.

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.

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.

RFK, Jr's MAHA report is a good example to me of why and how we as a country should not veer into extremist, polarized stances and how both sides have the potential of bringing something beneficial to our country, but this is the first i have seen any administration go after the big, highly processed food industry, and i'm paying close attention. Really want to see once the big food industry strikes back whether this administration will continue? This is an area of study (and certification) for me as a health care provider. Easily 85% of the patients i care for in hospital on a critical care unit are there with diet related diseases. There is a ton of, ever mounting, study evidence connecting highly processed foods to the top major/killer diseases in the US. We are in a very similar place with highly processed 'food' industry today as we were with the tobacco industry during the 60's and 70's, with the major difference that more people eat than smoke. "For decades, tobacco companies hooked people on cigarettes by making their products more addictive. Now, a new study suggests that tobacco companies may have used a similar strategy to hook people on processed foods. In the 1980s, tobacco giants Philip Morris and R.J. Reynolds acquired the major food companies Kraft, General Foods and Nabisco, allowing tobacco firms to dominate America’s food supply and reap billions in sales from popular brands such as Oreo cookies, Kraft Macaroni & Cheese and Lunchables. (O'Connor, 9/19)" [think before following links] https://kffhealthnews.org/morning-breakout/your-favorite-junk-food-big-tobacco-may-have-worked-to-get-you-hooked/#:~:text=In the 1980s%2C tobacco giants Philip Morris and,Oreo cookies%2C Kraft Macaroni %26 Cheese and Lunchables.

There are some bdsm sites online were you can find a master. You will have to agree and sign a contract from him first. Make sure you are willing to accept his terms and conditions before you sign

I fucking love all of these and would be happy to hear them hissed in my ear from behind. But I do love a simple, "Oh Fuck! I'm going to breed you. Here it cums! Oh Fuck Yea!!!

My thought exactly --- dick size makes no diff to me, it's load size I crave. Have had some small cocks that show great loads, or multiples. Smallest I've ever personally sucked was maybe 3" was interesting for sure little fucker got nice and hard, fed me 2 loads I was a happy man.

And it was. And porn star central. So much cock and ass. Gave 9 loads. Took 31. pic not me

That’s not Berlin specific - that’s the job description of a bouncer ! 😅 (Only people that match the party crowd)

there's nothing more divine than riding a big black cock.

Well, after the year I have had, I should meet your doc. I began getting fucked more than half a century ago and have been a bottom the whole time. The 70's in NYC, and countless ( well, OK, at least 10,000 ) men since, some repeats but many one shot wonders. And I failed the PSA test last year, doubling from a 3.8 the prior years test. And the ordeal began. MRI, needle biopsy, cancer diagnosis, lots of internet reading ( I do have a great source for reliable, accurate and UNBIASED prostate cancer info, but reach out and ask me privately) . Meeting with a radiology oncologist, and ultimately settling on a course of action that unfortunately required a period of testosterone suppression/ blocking as well as radiation treatments ( 28) . I gave up saliva for DNA research testing- and while I tested negative for the BRCA1 and BRCA2 gene, which predispose a prostate cancer risk, damned if I didn't have it anyway. Here is one thing as to the original post- after getting fucked, your prostate has ( hopefully) had a lot of pounding and stimulation, and like any part of your body, it responds to that, and will be slightly swollen and puffy for a bit And that can contribute to an issue pissing, since the urethra runs right thru the core of the prostate. FYI, bike riding can also cause similar issues, since the urethra and prostate are getting squeezed and impacted by the bike seat and bumps. Anyone getting a PSA test should refrain from sex and strenuous exercise, including bike riding- even stationary bikes in the gym, for 2 or 3 days prior to the exam. If you are having issues pissing even when not active, then you should see a urologist. And while you might be on the receiving end of the " physicians handshake" ( digital rectal exam) that practice is fading from modern practice as PSA test results are much better at identifying actual tumor activity. BTW- Cialis was originally created to treat frequent urination and bladder urge- until they discovered in trials how much better it was at giving men a boost getting erections- and while a lot of guys develop leakage and frequency issues, the bigger bucks were in the boner business. Most insurance will not pay for Cialis, until you have tried Tamsulosin, and when that fails, Finesteride ( both of which have a side effect of killing libido!) If you can get your doc to write a 90 script for 5mg once a day dosing, and use something like GoodRx and pay out of pocket, you can usually get 3 months worth for roughly $30.

I came out of the bathroom after finishing off an internal cleanse, ready to join Sam and Bailey in my room for some fun, when I came face to face with Tony. He looked my near-naked body up down, then fixed me with a stare as he licked his lips. “Can I join you guys?” he whispered. “Er, yeah, of course” I whispered back. “Just oral” he said, to which I nodded. I slid past him to my bedroom door and headed in, with him following behind me. Sam and Bailey both looked a little shocked to see him, but then Bailey lifted his arm and motioned Tony over to him. I closed the bedroom door quietly, and then walked over to where Bailey had started to touch Tony’s torso. “Tony is going to join in, but only oral” I said. “Great” said Bailey, giving Tony a warm smile. Sam came over and stood with us as we fondled Tony’s torso, shoulders and buttocks, all noticing how much he was bulging in his shorts. I gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and started to pull it up and off him, and he lifted his arms to allow me to remove it completely. He then hurriedly tugged down his own shorts and boxers so that he was as naked and Sam and Bailey, prompting me to step back and take off my own trunks. We stood for a little longer all touching his body, before I stepped away and got onto the bed on all fours. “Aaron wants to be the only bottom tonight” Bailey said. “Sam and I were going to see how many of our poz loads we could recharge him with.” “Fuuuuck” Tony growled, staring at me and licking his lips again. Bailey came round and got on the bed behind me, planting his face in my arse to start getting me ready. I looked up at Tony and motioned him over to me. He got on his knees on the edge of the bed, and I gripped his hard cock and began to gently lick and suck it. Sam then climbed up on the bed on his knees next to me, pushing himself up straight to gain a little height over Tony. He held his cock out at our neg housemate, and Tony stared at it for a moment. He then leaned over and took it into his mouth, giving out the slightest of moans as he got off on sucking a poz cock again. The angle of his body was making it hard for me to suck his own cock, so I let it slip out of my mouth so I could properly watch him slurping on Sam. Tony then slid off the bed onto his knees in front of Sam, never releasing the cock from his mouth, and properly got to deep throating. “Suck that poz cock” growled Sam. “But this load is going inside Aaron.” The mention of me being bred seemed to take Bailey to the point of needing to fuck, as he pulled his face away from me, shuffled into position, and started to press into me. I bore down on his cock to allow him to slide the whole length into me, and then he immediately began a pretty fast fuck of my eager hole. I panted as he thrust me back and forth, never taking my eyes off Tony as he hungrily blew Sam. We all stayed just as we were until Bailey began to accelerate, eventually thrusting into me one final time and flooding my hole. When he calmed down and pulled out, Sam removed his cock from Tony’s mouth and shuffled across the bed to take up position behind me. He thrust into me and started to fuck, while Bailey got onto the bed and lay down on his back. “Tone, come up and here and clean me up” he called out, lifting his head a little to look in our housemate’s direction. Tony hurriedly clambered up on the bed on all fours between Bailey’s splayed legs, and then began to lick and suck my boyfriend’s cum-covered cock. It was such a hot thing to watch as I was being thrust back and forth by Sam’s energetic fucking, and Tony’s own moaning made it clear he was ludicrously turned on by what he was doing. Who knows if there had been anything there before our conversation a few days prior, but it was plainly obvious that Tony had discovered a poz fetish. As I bounced back and forth on Sam’s girthy cock, I could not help but wonder how soon it would be before Tony took my place and allowed us to fill him with our poz seed. When Sam finally erupted inside of me, he pulled back and then encouraged me to turn over onto my back. “Tony” he said, “why don’t you come over here and fuck Aaron too?” Tony hesitated, looking between Sam and my arse, but his dick gave him away. He soon shuffled over, and Sam stepped aside to allow him to stand between my legs. He took hold of my ankles and held them in the air, and then after a couple of attempts, he managed to catch my hole with the end of his erect cock. He pushed himself into me fully, while our eyes were locked together. “Yeah, fuck my poz hole” I said to him. “Oh fuck” he growled. “Dip that cock of yours in the two poz loads already in there” Sam said. “Oh fuck!” Tony said again, much louder this time. “Fuck my knocked-up boyfriend” said Bailey, “and then he will drain his hole into your mouth.” Tony became like a wild animal, powering into me frenetically. He grunted and growled as he fucked me senseless, more turned on than I had ever seen him. I leaned forward slightly to grip onto the underside of my own thighs, all while the three of us continued egging him on. Any mention of my hole or the loads in there being poz only made him go more wild, and it wasn’t long before he exploded in me with a loud roar, no longer even slightly concerned about any of the other guys in the house hearing. Once his dick had stopped throbbing and his breath had calmed he pulled out of me, but immediately dropped to his knees and planted his face in my hole. I continued to hold my own legs up as he hungrily sucked and licked me clean, swallowing every drop of what dripped out of me. I had half expected him to suddenly run scared after fucking me, the poz fetish rapidly receding once he had cum, but the eagerness and thoroughness with which he was eating me out made it clear he was still mightily turned on even as his dick softened. He only pulled back once he seemed to be certain every last drop of cum that had been inside me was in his stomach. However, he then launched himself up onto the bed on all fours between my legs, and swallowed my hard cock in one go. I could not help but moan like an idiot as he eagerly deep-throated me to a quick orgasm, with all of my poz load going straight down his throat. “Fucking hell” he said, as he sat back on his haunches. “You seem to like poz cum” said Bailey, smiling at him. “Fuck yeah” Tony breathed out. “Plenty more where that came from” said Sam. It was several hours later before Tony and Sam left my room. My hole was absolutely gaping after taking each of them three times, and Tony’s stomach must have been full of cum given how much of it he had swallowed. He never once seemed to hesitate or doubt what he was doing, hungrily gobbling down our poz loads. He had even let Bailey scoop a little of one of my loads off my cock and gently rub it over the surface of his neg hole, and given Bailey had then dived in and stuck his tongue in, at least some of that load must have been pushed inside. Bailey and I were completely exhausted, so despite how sweaty we both were, we skipped our usual post-sex shower and just curled up in bed together. “He’s going to let us fuck him soon” said Bailey. “Yeah, I think so” I replied. With that, we both drifted off to sleep. To be continued

Does anyone know of a decent hotel and/or bathhouse for a weekend romp in Stuttgart or surrounding area? I want to be tied down, blindfolded and used as a cumdump. Stretch and wreck my hole, gag my throat til it’s raw., no loads refused. I will setup a date and time if there are any interest.

Chapter 3 – Cloud City Brad walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. He looked up and noticed there was porn playing on the big screen tv. He was a bit transfixed because the video looked homemade. Brad loved the amateur homemade stuff over studio. His dick throbbed in its fabric cage. Tom walked in from the kitchen with some items on a small tray. He handed his son his gatorade again and told him to take a few gulps. Brad took the drink and obeyed. He noticed a strange taste and turned to his father. Before he could get anything out of his mouth, Tom explained that he added something to help him relax. Not to worry. T: Just a little something to relax and calm your nerves. This weekend is special after all. Tom reached down at the tray and pulled up a pipe loaded with white crystals in the bulb. He picked up a lighter and flicked it on. He melted the crystals and let the bulb collect whisps of white cloud. He sucked the air in and held it. A moment later he released a big white cloud and looked over at his son. T: Do you know what this is? B: umm, yeah. I know I really should have told you before that I’ve tried Tina before. But only once and I got the greatest head. T: oh really, then show me how you think it’s done then Tom handed the pipe and lighter to Brad. The young man put it to his mouth, flicked the lighter, and blew up a small cloud. T: That’s good for a beginner. Go ahead and take another. Brad loved the encouragement and puffed out 3 back to back hits; each one producing a bigger cloud that the previous. B: wow, it is supposed to feel like this? T: oh yeah, it’s working alright. Why don’t you take that shirt and shorts off and get more comfortable. Let me see that jock strap you think I don’t know about, hehe. Brad took another gulp of gatorade and stood up. He stripped for his dad. He didn’t know why he was feeling so nervous about it. Walking around in their underwear or naked out of the shower was common place in their house. He had seen his father and his father had seen him naked loads of times. Yet there he stood, blushing and feeling hot. T: Turn around and show me that perfectly framed ass of yours. Brad obeyed without protest. He liked that he was being checked out. It made his dick throb. At this point, he was barely contained in the underwear. Tom stood up and gave Brad a smack on his right ass cheek. T: oh nice, bounces just right. Tom told his son to stay with his back to him. He stripped off the shirt and shorts he was wearing. He stood there in only his boxers. Tom told Brad to turn around and come over to him. They stood face to face close enough for their underwear tents to touch ever so slightly. Tom reached down and refilled the pipe. T: Here, since you’re a man now, smoke like a man. Finish this bowl and I wanna see cloud city. Brad blew cloud after cloud until the bowl was empty. He was really feeling good. Like his skin was emanating heat and he began to have a hunger awaken. He knew he needed some cock and needed it now. He began to stare directly at his father’s tenting dick. Tom noticed this and grinned. T: come over here and get on your knees. Brad walked over and got into position before his father. T: Pull my boxers off. With your mouth. His son grabbed the fabric with his teeth and pulled down. He looked up as his father’s dick sprang to life in all it’s glory. He stayed there on his knees waiting for his next instructions. Tom refilled the pipe and blew a cloud out down in his son’s face. He handed the pipe down to him. T: take a hit and hold it until i tell you to blow it out. Brad obeyed. Flick. Flick. He held the hit in until he thought he was gonna pass out. T: okay, now blow it out on my head. Brad blew out and his mouth gently brushed his father’s tip. T: Again. Again, the son sucked in and waited. Upon command, he blew it out again on his father’s tip. This time he closed his mouth over the head and began to suckle on it. This made Tom’s dick throb up and down in the boy’s mouth. Tom pushed his dick deeper into the boy’s mouth. Inch by inch disappeared into the hungry mouth. Brad only had a few experiences sucking dick before but was taking to it like a pro. His body was on fire and he knew dick was the only solution for the hunger. He bottoms out, taking all 7 inches of his dad’s dick. Tom had both his hands on the boy’s head, trying to get his dick deeper in the throat. Flick. Flick. The lighter is heard. White cloud fills the air. An unfamiliar voice bellows deeply over the sound of the background porn. Will: oh wow, well this is a pretty sight indeed T: Nice timing Will. This here is Brad. He’s our newbie for the weekend. Chapter 4 – Who’s In Charge? Brad stood up and tried to get a good look at this new man in the room. Unlike him and his father who were white, this was a masculine black man. He was standing there with the pipe in his hand. Will was already naked and showing off his 8.5 inches sticking straight out from his body. Again, this was something new to the young man. Up until now the only real dicks he had seen were smaller than his own (7.5 inches) and curved upward slightly (like his father and himself). Brad loved how different this was to his own body. Will just stood there taking hit after hit. When he finally passed the pipe to Brad, there was enough for one final hit before reloading. Will gave an evil grin at the boy. This made Brad’s dick throb. He (Brad) was in trouble and he knew it. W: Take that hit and blow it on my head. Brad turned to his father. Tom nodded in approval. Flick. Flick. The sounds of air being sucked up. Brad knelt before this new man and put his lips on the head. He opened his mouth to blow out and Will shoved his whole dick right in his mouth. Will put his hands on the boy’s head and held him in place. After what felt like an eternity, he let Brad go and let him breath. Tom reached down to the tray and picked up a bottle. From behind Brad, he reaches around and raises the bottle to his nostril. T: Breath in heavily and hold it. Tom closes the left nostril while the bottle was under the right. Brad inhales and holds it, and releases. Tom switches sides and another inhale from the other nostril. Brad lets out and is flying high. He melts down on the black dick and takes it in his throat like nothing. Will drives his cock in the boy’s throat, trying to get deeper each thrust. W: Yeah, take it baby. Your mouth feels so good. I like that jockstrap. Get on the couch and show off that ass for me. Brad gets up on the couch on his knees and bends over the top of the couch. His ass is exposed and it thrills him. W: Hey Tom, open up that hole a bit for me. Tom gets behind his son and with a hand on each cheek, spreads open, showing off that marvelous pink hole. Tom dives right in with his tongue. Brad moans out loud. He’s never felt this sensation before. His hole is being eaten like it was someone’s last meal. Brad squirms in pleasure. W: Okay move over, let me have a taste. Will pushes Tom aside and he gets his tongue in the pink hole. Up and down. Up and down. Circle left. Circle right. Side to side. The hole was opening up, letting the man in deeper. W: Okay Tom, time to bump him. Pick out a good size piece. Tom was at the tray opening a baggie with crystals. He found the biggest shard and walked up behind the quivering hole. He pushed in his index finger and pulled out. Tom spits on the hole and pushes his finger back in. He pulls out. Then he pushes in the shard as deep as he can, leaving his finger in the hold in place until it dissolves. This new burning alarms Brad but he is calmed by Will’s hands on his back. The burning subsides but the hunger inside of him intensified. He was now pushing back on the finger. Tom added a second finger to the hole. The bitch moaned. A third finger stretched the hole a big more. Still the boy was pushing back on the fingers, fucking himself on them. Tom pulled his fingers out and rubbed the boy’s ass and down to his balls. T: Okay, I think he is ready. W: No, I say when he is ready. T: We don’t wanna go overboard. W: I saw when he is ready. The boy might be listening to you right now. But never forget, you take orders from me bitch. Brad was flying high but overheard the conversation. He now knew who was really in charge. He knew Will was the one to keep happy over his father. W: So get him ready. It’s in the bag. Tom grabbed the bag on the floor and grabbed his son by the wrist. They walked back to the boy’s room and into the bathroom. He pulled the boy’s jockstrap off. T: you do not need that anymore son. Okay I know you are almost completely smooth already but Master Will likes his boys smooth. Lets get into the shower and clean you up. Tom picked up an enema bottle and walked the boy into the warm water. He lathers up his son and starts to shave off his body hair. Gone is the underarm hair, gone is the tiny happy trail under his belly button, and gone is the trimmed hair above his dick. Smooth as the day he was born. While on his knees in front on his son, the temptation gives way and Tom swallows his son’s hard dick. He bobs his head up and down a few times and then regains his composure. He backs away from his son’s dick. He orders his son to bend over and expose his hole. Brad complies and the enema bottle is inserted into the boy’s hole. T: hold it in as long as you can before letting it go. It will make you feel nice and full. Tom pushes the bottle and the liquid pushes forward into the boy. B: OMG, what is this feeling? T: That’s a bottle of chem piss that you are absorbing into your hole. You thought you were flying high before. Brad finally releases the chem piss and feels like he is in overdrive. He rises off and his dad has to help him walk out of the shower. Tom dries his son off and steps back. His son so so fucking high he can’t even stand still. He is off balance and needs assistance to their destination. Instead of returning to the living room, they turn to the master bedroom. Tom plops the “higher than a kite” boy on the edge of the bed. T: lay on your back and grab your ankles. Stay this way until we tell you to change positions. W: What a beautiful sight. Young man showing off his hole, inviting it to be wrecked. Has he been fucked before? Boy! Have you ever been fucked before? Brad tried to speak but only jumbles came out. Like a weak moan. He nodded left to right. T: No, a total virgin. This will be so much fun watching you pop his cherry. If only he wasn’t my son… W: So what, so what if he is your son. You’re gonna pop him. T: But he’s my son. That’s why I called you over because I can’t. W: Imma get another taste and then I'm gonna watch you pop him like the fucked up dad you are. Will bent down and lunged his tongue into the boy’s hole. The boy squirmed in delight and let out muffled moans in place of words. After ravaging the hole for a few minutes, Will pulls away but stays between the boy’s legs. He reaches up to the boy’s ear and whispers: W: you feeling good? Yeah, really good huh? You want to feel even better though don’t you? Yeah, I know what you need. More Tina for the cherry poppin. Will reaches his fingers back down to the boy’s hole and shoves another shard up the wet hole. The boy bucks a bit but gives in to the burning and starts fucking himself on the fingers. W: Haha, yeah he’s ready alright. Tom fuck him. Fuck him now. Will backs away from the boy as he is replaced by Tom. Tom is torn between following his master’s orders and the innocence of his son? His hard dick betrays him and touches the boy’s quivering hole. The boy, still holding his ankles, pushes back down toward him and the tip slides in.

100% agree with this. Power bottom here who's been 100% raw for over eight years now and I can completely feel a difference. For me it's not just the "connection" or thrill of being bred, tops just don't get and stay as hard with a rubber, and no amount of lube keeps a piece of rubber from eventually dragging my hole raw.

Top here. I refuse bottoms that want condoms. RAW ONLY

There is no such thing as a "Repugnant Top", I have been fucked by homeless, fat, skinny, sickly, disabled and more, Men who are otherwise rejected by others, AND THEY HAVE BEEN GREAT FUCKS!!!! Absolutely if you are a TRUE BOTTOM; you will take any MAN regardless of their looks and has nothing to do with your self-esteem; you should feel proud that you are giving yourself to that man; that no one else wants to fuck and you give yourself to him; no matter his appearance.... I have been taken by many Men that no one else would want them; It fulfills me as the Bottom and They get the pleasure they need!! Remember: Your place is to be there and accept any and every PENIS; It is not a question of letting MEN fuck you; IT IS YOUR OBLIGIATION to allow it to happen; RAW AND NATURAL!!! You ASS is to be a willing Chalice for the SPERM from ALL those MEN!

Oh fuck yea, I have to visit this park and try to get lucky.

I remember about 12 really enjoying getting hard and the beautiful feeling when I rubbed it. I did that in bed for some weeks until one time I remember losing control. I was rubbing my cock and it kind of overwhelmed me and I remember thinking ..... oh god I need to piss ...... when suddenly I tensed up and cream squirted out and I felt like my body was on fire. That first time was beautiful ...... though I made a heck of mess of the bed.

Nice, boy4you, the rougher the PA the better. The way it should be with condoms. Cum needs to be deposited deep in the bottom's ass not in a condom!