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I have quite a few tattoos over my body and decided it was time to go add a new one. Nothing too big. Over the past year I had lost a bit of weight, and my stomach was finally getting flatter. Not a six pack by any means, but flat enough to put something there while I kept working on it. I had recently moved to this suburb just out of Melbourne and wasn’t familiar with the area, so I simply searched online for the closest one. There was a guy a few blocks from me who had lots of good reviews, and he tattooed out of a purpose built shed in his back yard. This sounded perfect as a few of the ones I got previously were in large open spaces with multiple tattoo artists all working. I set up an initial appointment to just look at some art and ideas first. The tattoo guy’s name was Ross. I turned up and followed the signs along the side of the house to a fancy shed at the back. Ross met me at the door to the shed, and I was blown away by his looks. He would have been in his late 20’s I guessed. He was wearing a white singlet and tight jeans. He was about six foot tall; footballers build with legs that looked like they could snap me in half. He had short blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and was clean shaven. He clearly worked out. He had what looked like softly hairy chest with blonde hair with lots of tattoos under the hair and obviously he was inked all over. I hesitated in shock and awe as he reached out his hand and introduced himself with a sexy yet cheeky smile clearing checking me from head to toe. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. I was wearing a singlet also and some cargo shorts. I am only 5’7” tall so Ross seemed to tower over me. As he shook my hand, he motioned me inside the shed which was a very professional setup. At one end of the shed was his desk and lots of books and photo albums and pictures on the wall. At the other end was the tattoo equipment and chair/table. I took a seat, and Ross grabbed his stool on wheels and rolled up quite close to me as he grabbed a few photo albums. “I can see you have quite a few tattoos already. What did you have in mind this time?” he said. I mentioned I had been working hard to lose weight and training and was feeling better about my body, so I wanted to get something to show a bit of that off. “You’re looking good mate. Show me all the tats you have and maybe we can work something out from that theme.” I laughed and explained I have a few in some more discreet places that would be out of reach as I took my singlet off. Ross looked at me with a glint in his eye and was caressing the tattoos on my torso and arms which was far more sensual than I was expecting. “Don’t be shy, I need to see them all to get an idea of your mindset”. “I can’t unfortunately as I would need to take my shorts off” I responded laughing. “We are both dudes here, no need to be shy. Or do you want me to take them off for you?” he said with a cheeky grin. Before I could respond he grabbed my cargo shorts and pulled them down to my ankles revelling my white jocks. Without even asking he grabbed my hips and spun me around to reveal the tattoos on my arse. A picture of a small pig smiling on one cheek and the word pig on the other cheek with the end of the “g” turning into an arrow point to my arsehole. He started feeling and touching the tattoos on my arse and I was immediately starting to get hard and ooze precum causing a wet patch on my jock pouch. “Hmmm, I think I am getting an idea now”. He lingered touching my arse for a while. Then broke free suddenly. Standing up he says as though normal and matter of fact, “Nice, you can pull them up. I have an idea for you”. I pulled my shorts up thinking had I got this wrong by some chance? Watching him search his books he had an unmistaken bulge in his jeans. I tried not to stare, but he caught me looking a few times. He came back and sat directly facing me on his stool, legs spready nicely displaying his bulge and held a photo album. But he never opens the album. This time his knee was now touching mine he was so close. He reached across and touched my hand saying, “don’t worry, you’re in good company” and smiled. He then explains, “I am going to go out on a limb and assume by your arse tats you like to be bred?”. I smiled slightly embarrassed, “Yeah, I guess. What my species would call a pig bottom”. Ross then looks me in the eyes, “you mean our species” smiling. “So just how much of a pig bottom are you? I mean, given what I am looking at, you must have plenty of contributors”. “Not as many or much as I would like to be honest. But things are looking up since losing the weight. So, hoping more soon.” I say. Ross then moves his hand to my knee and caresses it slowly, “so how much of a pig”? “To be honest, I would consider myself a no limits pig at this point. After what I would say is many years of limited opportunities, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do.” Ross rolls back a bit from me displaying a large bulge in his jeans and says, “well I have an idea for your next tattoo, and if you are up for it, I will do it for free. Hear me out. Then I want you to go home and think about it and call me with your decision and we can start the process”. “I’m listening”. Ross then stands up directly in front of me. Clearly an eight inch plus cock is trying to escape his tight jeans. He proceeds to take his singlet off. Standing in front of me is nothing short of a dream. My eyes scan his chiselled chest with a eagle spread across his chest covered by a beautiful spattering of blonde hair. As my eyes move down his body they rest on a biohazard tattoo on his right inner thigh just above his pant line about two inches by two inches with the number 2 in the centre. I am fixated on the tattoo. “Touch it” he says. I begin to caress the tattoo using all my self-control not to keep going to his bulge. “What’s the number 2 mean”? I ask. Ross puts his hand on mine to keep it on his tattoo and explains, “That means I was the second person that the guy who knocked me up infected successfully.” It felt like we stayed in that moment forever before he said, “My tally is 7. If I was to give you a similar tattoo, it would have a number 8.” Ross then pulls me up and slowly kisses me with his tongue invading my mouth. Breaking the kiss he says, “would you like to be number 8?” I begin to answer him, but he puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. “No. Don’t answer now. I want you to go home and think about it. Joining the family is a big step. I want you to go home and think about it first. It is a process, and you need to be committed.” He says. I nod and he removes his hand. “Tell me the process and I will go home and think about it.” Right then I knew my answer. But I wanted to respect his process. This is a man no reasonable gay bottom would pass up an opportunity to be fucked by. Ross begins to explain, “Ok. If you decide yes, then this is how it goes. You go get a test to make sure you are negative. You will need to bring that with you next time. I have never gone on meds, and my viral load is super high, so I am nice and toxic. You will come over after work on a Friday evening after work. Clear your calendar for that weekend, because you will spend the entire weekend with me. We will hang out, dinners, movies etc, and you will spend 2 nights with me. I will fuck and breed you every chance I get over the weekend. You will go home on the Sunday evening. Then every night that week you will drop by for 15 minutes, and I will pump a load in you every night that week. During this time, you can’t let anyone else fuck you. You are mine to knock up. There can be no question about it being me.” “After Thursday night, I will give you Friday and Saturday off for a break. Then come over Sunday after dinner and I will pump another load in you and then we will do a home test. If the test is negative, then you take the week off, and come over the following Friday for another weekend like the first. We keep doing the 2-week routine until the job is done.” “Once the test is positive and job is confirmed done, I will give you your own tattoo with the number eight indicating the 8th person I have knocked up for free.” I am trying to take it all in but keep getting lost at the thought of spending a weekend with this guy. Maybe more than one. “Finally, we need to be clear on one thing. Whenever you spend the weekend with me, you will be my boyfriend for the weekend. I will fuck the living daylights out of you, but I will also make sure you feel special the whole time. But when the job is done and you have your tattoo, that’s it. Job done and no further contact. You will just be a number to me.” My brain is racing at this point. My instinct is to blurt out “where do I sign up” but I respect his process. Ross leans in and kisses me again and says, “Now head off and think about it and call me when you make a decision.” I get dressed again and leave. I get in my car and drive about one block away before pulling over and calling him. Ross answers, “what took you so long” and laughs. I respond with, “when can we start?”. Ross: “get your test and results and come over next Friday after work. Bring a change of clothes for the weekend and we will get started.” To be continued…

Part 2 – Night 1. I go and get my tests done on Monday so I can have my results by Friday. I struggle to focus on work all week and start preparing by fasting from Thursday. Come Friday, I am totally useless at work. I cannot concentrate on anything. I finish up work, chuck on my jocks, jeans and t-shirt and pack a weekend bag and head to Ross’ place. I clean out and prep with a dildo thinking I may need to be stretched for his first load. At 6pm on Friday I am knocking on his front door. The weird thing is that there is no question in my mind as to what I want. I wouldn’t consider myself a chaser at this point, but I wanted Ross so bad that it just seemed natural to want his babies in me. The whole week I have been doodling the number 8 all over the place. Ross opens the door and invites me in and kisses me right there in the doorway. He is wearing a singlet and footy shorts and is already tenting a full hard on. He takes my bag from me and throws it in the living room and shuts the door behind me. He kisses me again and turns me around just inside the door and pulls my jeans down. Thank God I prepped earlier. He spits on his hand, and I can feel his cock rock hard against my back and crack. I then feel the head of his eight-inch cock lubed with spit at my hole. I am expecting an onslaught, but instead he slowly enters me until he is balls deep in me. He holds it there to let me adjust and kisses my neck. He whispers in my ear, “I haven’t cum all week, so this will be fast and a big load to start”. He slowly starts fucking me and kisses my neck and ear the entire time. As he fucks me, he is constantly saying softly “No turning back now. You’re mine now”. Only 5 mins in he says, “here it comes” and he bottoms out. I have taken some big loads before, but I can honestly say this must have been a huge load. He holds his hard cock in me as he pumps rope after rope of his toxic seed in me. His hands are all over my body as his warm chiseled body is pressed against my back. He doesn’t pull out and doesn’t soften. He slowly starts to fuck me again. “Stay there, I have another one for you”. He fucks me again. This time I can feel his cum dripping out down my leg as he is fucking me. In another 5 minutes he is pumping another load in me. We haven’t even made it past the front door, and I have two loads in me. Kissing my neck as he goes soft and pops out of my hole a glob of his cum falls on the floor. “Stay there” he says and goes to a room and comes back with a butt plug. He slides it in and says “we need to make sure it has every chance to take. No letting any go”. Ross then starts to show me around the house as his guest for the weekend. He takes my bag to his bedroom which has a king bed and several mirrors and tv. Moving behind me he puts his hands around me and states, “remember this. This is where it will happen. This is the place your life will change forever. If that intro hasn’t already done the trick.” We throw my stuff down and head out to the loungeroom and we snuggle on the couch and order pizza for dinner. We spend the night on the couch cuddling and kissing. He was right. He is treating me like his boyfriend, and it is intoxicating. We decide to head to bed early at 9:30pm and Ross then fucks me again twice in bed watching tv before cuddling me from behind with his breath on my neck. He slowly rubs my belly saying “it’s all happening in there. That’s all me”. As I fall asleep in his arms I drift off knowing I have 4 toxic loads in me and they are from what I think is the sexiest man alive. To be continued…

Part 4 – Final Day: I wake up the next morning to Ross already inside me. I am still half asleep as I hear Ross grunting and groaning as he pumps his first load for the day in me. We stay in bed watching tv most of Sunday morning and Ross gives me another load mid-morning before we finally get out of bed. We shower together and get dressed and head out for lunch. We go to a nearby beach and have fish and chips before walking along the beach. Ross has his arm around me or is holding my hands the whole time. We walk along the full length of the beach before getting the end where it becomes bushland. We walk up to what would be considered one of the heads at the end of the beach. Ross drags me off the track just out of view of the track and makes out with me before pulling my pants down. You got it. He has me bent over a log with my shorts around my ankles fucking me. Another guy turns up and is wanking his cock as Ross fucks me. He indicates he wants to fuck me too. Ross says no. “This is my boyfriend mate. Only I fuck him”. The guys asks if he can watch as Ross breeds me and Ross indicates yes. As Ross breeds me the other guys cums all over my back and leaves. Ross wipes it all away keeping it away from my arse. He kisses me and says, “It has to be me, not questions”. We walk back to the car and head home where we get pizza for dinner again. I am conscious the weekend is coming to an end and a bit disappointed. But I know I will get a load off Ross for the next four nights at least. As I am about to leave, Ross pumps one last load in me and slides in the butt plug. “Keep that in ya until tomorrow morning, then you can shower and clean out ready fore tomorrow night”. He kisses me passionately and I leave from my amazing weekend. I keep the plug in until the next morning as instructed and then clean out. The rest of the week involved me going over to Ross’ place and just bending over the couch and taking a load and leaving. Come Friday, I am really bummed that I won’t be getting another load until Sunday and I am missing Ross. TBC…

Part 3 – Day 2 I wake up the next morning around 7am to Ross nibbling my neck and the sensation of his already rock-hard cock nudging the entrance to my hole. I instinctively push my arse backwards in pleasure and his cock pops inside me with ease. He lays there slowly fucking me from behind kissing my neck until he suddenly speeds up and dumps a morning load in me. I roll over and we both begin to make out. It feels like a honeymoon. He wasn’t joking when he said he would treat me like his boyfriend for the weekend. Laying there in his arms we chat about a few innocuous things, and he mentions he goes to the gym at 9am and wants me to join him. We get up and head to the gym and I do a somewhat abbreviated version of his workout while a lot of hotter guys look on. My brain keeps saying “mismatch”. But Ross is not shy in showing affection to me at the gym in front of other guys. After our workout, we head to the showers and Ross insists on sharing one with me. They are separated by shower curtains, but Ross leaves ours half open as we shower for anyone passing to see. We soap each other and I am in a trance as I soap his beautiful body. We are both hard by the end and before we finish, Ross turns me around and bends me over against the wall as the shower is running and slides in with soap and fucks me in the shower. I am unable to see if anyone watches as I am facing the wall, but Ross leaves the curtain only half pulled. I am sure some guys saw/watched. After the gym we go for a late breakfast and again talk about our lives. Ross is either touching my legs or hands almost all the time. At a few points he reminds me of all his seed in me and what we are doing and how well it must be progressing with his DNA inside me. As we leave the restaurant, he tells me to give it one more hour and then I can clean out to keep me prepped. We get home and I do as he tells, and I note that nothing comes out. I have absorbed all of Ross so far, and I feel so honored and proud. We spend the afternoon looking through his tattoo studio and looking at some biohazard tattoo designs. Ross insists on me choosing a design unique to me if we include the number eight. We then head out to a movie after dinner. Not as many people go to the movies now which works in our favor, so we sit up the back and make out. For the first time Ross turns his attention to me, and he sucks me off during the movie. I explode in his mouth quickly as I haven’t cum in days. After I finish Ross then kisses me with my cum and we share my load until it’s all gone. We head home and back to bed for another evening of fucking. Ross dumps another 2 loads in me before we fall asleep the same way as the last night. I am in heaven.

@chainsmokerpig No problem. Glad you enjoyed it! @nymidtowneast Hope the next chapter is just as enjoyable! @SirGalatsi Thanks! @kitpig No comment. Not giving any spoilers! @Medwaym I appreciate to kind words. Glad you're enjoying it! Next chapter has been sitting on my desk for a few days now, and trying to get the next several written out so I can keep posting regularly. Also have an idea bouncing around on top of what I'm working on in secret, so stay turned! ------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 10- Secrets for Profiting in Bull and Bear Markets Part of me felt a tinge of nervousness as the thought of someone seeing us went through my mind. It was then I remembered Greg telling me that nobody would see us through the dark tint of the car windows. Feeling a bit more reassured, I got to work. Slowly, I stroked Greg’s massive cock as he drove, the soft sounds of pop and club music playing on the radio as we rode in silence. After a bit, I slowly worked my way down to Greg’s balls, squeezing and gently fondling them, enjoying the feeling of the heavy orbs moving around in the loose sack of skin. After a few minutes, I got a sinister idea and slowly worked the upper part of my seatbelt off, before bending over and taking Greg’s cock into my mouth. “Fuck yeah boy,” Greg groaned around the still unlit cigar in his mouth, as he slowly moved his right hand on top of my head, running his fingers slowly through my hair. I slowly worked the large cock down my throat, surprised at the near ease I was taking it. Part of me realized that I’d been sucking cocks now for over a week now, and that I had gone from barely able to fit half the cock to feeling it hit the back of my throat with nearly no gagging. “That’s it, baby, worship the cock that’s going to change you,” Greg whispered as he continued to slowly stroke the top of my head, “I’m not ready to cum just yet, but you’re doing a good job keeping daddy hard. Just a little longer and we’ll be at our next stop.” I gave a slight nod, as I slowly began to work the tip of my tongue around the head, swirling it around several times, making Greg moan more. After several minutes, Greg pulled my head off, as the vehicle softly stopped. Sitting at the stop light, Greg took the cigar out of his mouth and pulled back slightly on my hair, his right hand still buried in my hair. Taking it as a sign to open my mouth, having had both the men do it to me, I complied. Greg spit a large glob of spit into my mouth, smiling as I instinctively swallowed. “Goooood boy, swallow all of daddy’s spit,” Greg said, smiling, as he turned his attention back to the road, the light now turning green, “You love pleasing daddy, don’t you boy?” “Yes sir,” I said softly, “I love making you happy.” Nodding, Greg released my hair, letting me slump back slightly in the leather seat. “You’re getting really good at making Daddy’s cock happy with that dirty fucking mouth,” Greg said, sticking the cigar back in his mouth as he turned his attention back to the road, “We’re only a block away, so I guess you earned another treat from Daddy.” I looked around, noticing we were in a part of town I couldn’t really say I had been to before. Around us were a ton of shorter brick buildings, denoting a much older and established part of town. Most of the shop seemed well kept, advertising their various wares; one window displaying a bunch of reclaimed clothing, another some sidewalk cafe. Crossing a major thoroughfare, the buildings gave way to bars and other various shops. Greg silently turned down an alleyway, before parking the SUV behind one of the brick buildings. “We’re here,” Greg said, unceremoniously as he opened the door and stepped out. I followed suit, getting hit with a wave of hot, humid air as the buzz of countless air conditioners whirred away. Waving me over, we walked up to one of the buildings, as Greg pressed the buzzer beside the door. We waited a short time before the door opened and a tall, lanky man greeted us. The man’s hair was buzzed to almost bald, his body covered in tattoos and multiple piercings. “‘Bout time you got here,” the man said, motioning for us to enter. Greg led the way and I silently followed, happy to be out of the stifling heat and in the slightly cool air of the dark hallway. The air still had a slightly muggy quality to it, likely due to the age of the building I guessed as I looked around, my eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. It also carried a faint smell of smoke and antiseptic, barely registrable to my nose. Exposed brick lined the exterior walls, with simple dark grey walls and two separate cheap looking plain wood doors. The muted sound of what sounded like rock or metal come from behind the farther door, and the walls had several portraits of artwork. As Greg gave the man a brief half hug, I looked at some of the artwork. A huge, extremely colorful butterfly filled the canvas of one, a snake on another. Various roses and portraits of people. Finally my eyes landed on one in particular, a rather demonic looking skull, smoke drifting out of its mouth with glowing red eyes. The sound of buzzing came from beyond the door, and I instantly I knew we were now standing in the back of a tattoo parlor. “Yeah, he almost made cream on the way here,” Greg chuckled, his hand protectively wrapping around my shoulders as his hand draped over one. “Hmm… so this is the new project Ben was going on about earlier,” the man said, eyeing me up and critically, “Not exactly stunning, and definitely not what I would have expected. Especially from you two. What happened to that one guy a while back? He was quite the looker.” I felt somewhat self conscious, my mind going back immediately to my conversation in the car with Greg. Looking down, I felt small as I stood there silently now looking at the floor, quickly beginning to feel deflated. An icy pit in my stomach began to form, as the man had clearly just said what I had been think just a short while earlier. “When have you ever known Ben of all people to exaggerate,” Greg replied, slowly moving his hand to the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb along a certain spot, making me shudder at how good it felt, “Riley here is going to surprise you, man. Sexy little fucker and we couldn’t be prouder at how fast he’s coming along. Just trust me, Garrison, this pig will be milking a load out of both of you in no time.” Something in me warmed slightly, hearing Greg defend me. I unconsciously leaned into the sensation of Greg rubbing the nape of my neck. Garrison looked at me flatly, still eyeing me up and down. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said flatly, before waving me towards door, “C’mon, Jay is already setting up the tray and is wanting to see what the hype is about. I’ll take you over and we can go over some of the designs.” Greg continued to rub my neck in the same spot, making me melt on the spot as he slowly worked it. Bending over slightly, he began to whisper in my ear. “Don't pay him any mind. Did you like Daddy touching you on your neck?” Greg whispered, kissing the spot before he continued to speak, my legs buckling just slightly as he did, “Looks like I found a spot to make your boy hole melt. I’ll have to let Daddy Mike know too. Make your brain melt and get you all worked up.” I shuddered and wordlessly nodded, fighting the urge to moan. I didn’t want to embarrass Greg by losing my mind over such an inconsequential spot on my neck being touched. “Honestly, though, don’t worry about Gary,” Greg said, continuing work the spot, “He’s a prickly bastard on a good day. Great fuck though. You have no idea how hot you are, boy. Just be the sexy fucking pig you are and he’ll warm up.” Greg then gently pushed me forward, his hand slowly tracing down my back before patting my ass as we followed behind Garrison, entering a long room lined with padded leather chairs all in several different shapes along one wall. Finally we stopped at the end and Greg gestured for me to sit down. Sitting at the station was a skinny guy with tons of piercings and a bright neon green mohawk. He jumped up and gave Greg a huge hug, smiling as he looked over at me. “Ah, is this the notorious Riley I heard all about,” the mohawk guy said, turning and taking a hard look at me, “Not your usual affair, but… I like it. Nice clean canvas, I hope?” “Riley, this is Jason. Jason… Riley,” Greg said, pointing between the two of us with a smile. Suddenly, Jason reached down and gave my groin a squeeze. I was shocked at first at the sudden intrusion, only calming slightly as Greg let out a slight chuckle. “Fuck, got the pig in a nice tight cage already,” Jason said appreciatively, hefting the heavy metal cage as if weighing it before moving down the my balls, the skin loose from the heat outside earlier. “Yeah, pig here was naughty the other night and needed punished,” Greg said, procuring the lighter in his pock and pulling the cigar out of his mouth. Slowly, he lit the cigar and puffed it to life. I stared almost hungrily at it, feeling a craving for one myself, “Was at the park and playing without knowing the rules.” “Wait… this is the…. No….” Jason said, releasing my balls before working around to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before feeling the base of the plug in my ass. Giving a nod and a smile, he gave my ass a slight smack, “He’s that guy from the park? Brad says he fucking cums buckets.” I blushed, suddenly realizing they knew about the smokey blowjob I had given and received in the park before. “I heard he’s a fucking sexy little shit when he’s smoking,” Jason continued, reaching over to the table behind him, grabbing a pack of cigarettes and expertly pulling one out and lighting it up, inhaling hard before exhaling towards me, “Mind if he puts on a show for me while we get to work?” Greg nodded at me, as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his key to the SUV, handing it to me. “Go get one of the gifts your Uncle Ben gave you,” Greg said, smiling around the cigar, “Take your time and pick out a good choice to show Jason. I want you inhaling it if you can.” Slowly, I nodded, taking the key and walked back to the back hallway and out the door. Making my way to the trunk area, I opened it and began to look through the large brown bag. A large, glass topped chest was sitting in it, filled with various shapes and sizes of cigars, as well as a few smaller leather pouches and a metal tool and cigar cutter. Beside it, several pipes sat in the bottom of various sizes and shapes as well as few different lighters. It all felt overwhelming in a way, and with as expensive as they looked, I figured there had to be well over a thousand dollars worth of things in the bag. Again, I felt self conscious, feeling as though this wads entirely too much I frowned and looked down at all the things. Suddenly, I jumped as I head Garrison speak, having missed him stepping out the door, smoking and looking at his phone. “Go with the larger sized one. The darker, the better…” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he spoke, “If you have a really big one with a green stripe, it’ll drive Jason wild.” “Oh… uh…. Thanks…” I said, softly, not wanting to make eye contact, my thoughts going immediately back to his previous comments. “So… sorry about earlier,” Garrison said, taking a deep drag as he spoke, “Had a really shitty customer throwing a fit right before you came in. Took it out on you, and you didn’t deserve it.” “Its ok…” I said quietly, still not wanting to make eye contact, “I’m fine.” “Eh, not really,” he replied, taking another drag as he continued speaking, “I was an ass. Greg told me that you feel pretty insecure about your looks. Just know, Greg and Mike are very particular and don’t just chase random ass. If they chose you, that means you have nothing to worry about in the looks department.” “I…. Um.. Thanks…” I said, finally looking up a little and meeting his gaze, “I… I don’t know if I see what they do, but thanks for letting me know. And sorry you had a shitty customer.” Finishing the cigarette, Garrison tossed it down the alley before giving me a slight nod. “See you in there,” he said flatly, before walking away, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. Quickly, I got the cigar he described cut and pocketed the lighter, putting the cigar in my mouth as I had seen Greg do earlier. Walking back in, I shut the door behind me, forcing myself to walk confidently back in as I walked over to the station and sat down. “Fuckin’ hell man, now that’s a cigar,” Jason said, smiling at me, “Go ahead and pull that shirt off so we can get started.” I quietly complied, pulling the tight black shirt off and setting it neatly across my legs, leaning back, unsure what would happen next. I looked over at Greg, who only smiled. “Jason here is going to pierce those sexy nipples of yours,” Greg said, puffing happily on his cigar, “And since you were a good boy and made me happy on the way here, you can get one more piercing today of your choice.” I sat for a second, thinking about his words, unsure what to do or say. Finally, I looked at Greg. “What do you think I should get, sir?” I asked, hoping that asking him would get a happy response, “What would make you and Daddy Mike happy?” “Fucking sexy little slave there, Greg,” Jason said, laughing at my response, “Can’t believe he’s so polite and obedient!” “Hmmm…” Greg said, smiling widely, clearly satisfied with my answer, “Hot little pig like you? What do you think, Jason… would the pig look hot with a septum piercing?” “Fuck yeah, definitely would show the world what a fucking piggy he is,” Jason said, grinning as well, “Could start small so he can hide it after you send his cum flooded ass back home to mommy.” “Sold,” he said, before pointing at me, “Now go ahead and show Jason how much you love smoking for your daddies.” I nodded again, happily taking the cigar and toasting it like they did, before putting it in my mouth and beginning to puff greedily on it. Thinking back to Garrison’s words, I took a deep inhale and held it in for a moment, fighting the urge to cough from the shocking amount of smoke. Finally I lazily let the smoke drift out of my mouth, letting the smoke out through my nose. “Fuckin’ holy shit man,” Jason said, his hand rubbing his cock through his jeans as he watched me smoke, “Didn’t you say this pig just started this month? He’s fucking flooding those lungs like a pro!” “I told you, boy aims to please,” Greg said, smiling happily at me. “No joke,” Jason said, appreciatively as he lit up another cigarette, “You ready to look the part, bud?” I nodded, watching as he slowly loaded up a piercing into the gun looking contraption. I puffed somewhat nervously as he began to pinch the nipple, wiping it down with an ample amount of antiseptic before letting it evaporate in the cool air, getting it hard. It was still slightly sensitive from the earlier working over from Ben and quickly perked up. “Ready,” he said, looking up at me for a moment, the clamp firmly pinching my nipple, “Breath in, and slowly let it out…” I took a deep draw off the cigar, slowly blowing it out as I felt the needle pierce my skin, the brief sharp pain making the muscles on my pec jump slightly as it was quickly replaced with a slightly warm and throbbing sensation, eventually giving way to a slight stinging sensation. “Good job, stay still just like that while I get the next one ready,” Jason said, giving my shoulder a slight pat. He repeated the same movements as before, this time going easier as I know knew what to expect. Pulling out his phone, Greg took a picture, the sound of a whoosh accompanying shortly after. “Got to show Daddy Mike,” Greg explained, before walking over to the tray and picking out another piercing with Jason to my side. “Fuck man, that is going to look hot on him,” Jason said, looking at what Greg had chosen, “Might hurt a tiny bit more with that gauge, but I think he’ll do fine.” Turning around, he loaded up the next piercing and tipping my head back, his gloved hand firmly holding my jaw. “This one might sting a bit more, but you’re going to fuckin’ love it, big boy,” Jason said, smiling as the device quickly began to pinch the skin between my nostrils. I felt the pain more, causing my eyes to tear up slightly as Jason released my head. I went to reach up and touch it when he smacked my hand away. “Unh-uh… don’t touch it until it heals,” he said, before looking over at Greg, “Want to get a picture before I move it up and out of the way?” Greg nodded, taking another picture before sending it off and putting his phone back in his pocket. Holing a mirror in front of me, Jason showed me his work. I had to admit, there was something more punk-ish and hot about the piercing. Greg looked down around me, smiling happily. “Looks good on you boy,” Greg said, “Going to look even hotter when we can replace that temp with a bigger one. You should show Jason here how much you appreciate his work.” Almost as if Greg had commanded him instead of me, Jason puled the cigar out of my mouth and set in an ashtray beside him, before taking a deep drag on the cigarette and locking lips with me, feeding me his smoke as we made out. Slowly I let the smoke drift out of my nose as the slightly older man began to rub his tongue along mine. I could feel a metal arm in the center, and he broke away, taking another deep drag before returning for more. I felt Greg begin to pet my hair, growling in appreciating as I began to get worked up. Suddenly, I could hear a buzzing noise as Greg pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Shit, got to take this,” Greg said, as we both broke away and looked over at him, “Work call. Keep me proud of you, boy.” With that, he walked quickly out the back, and I could hear the sound of the back door closing, reverberating out of the dim hallway. “Fuck you look so fucking hot,” Jason said, running his hand down my somewhat muscular and hairless torso, “I can’t fucking wait to sample that hole of yours and see what’s got everyone worked up.” Slowly, I laid back and watched as Jason stripped out of his black cargo shorts, revealing a dirty grey jock and what looked to be a decent sized cock. Quickly, he reached down and pulled my pants down and off, and looked evilly at my naked body while chuckling darkly as he ran his hands on the cock cage. “Fucking locked up like a good little pussy boy,” he said, drawing hard on the cigarette, blowing it down and over my body. Pushing my legs up, he looked down at my currently plugged hole, giving it a slight tug as he used one hand to hold my legs up. Roughly, he pulled the plug out, my hole suddenly gaping at the sudden loss as I felt a line of cum slowly drool out. “Mmmm… Ben fucking wrecked your hole and bred it good,” he said, flopping the cum glazed plug flippantly on my chest, “Nothing tastier than a freshly loaded hole.” Suddenly, he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, before diving face first into my ass, licking and sucking on my asshole, causing me to moan at the sensation. I groaned as he went to work, fully servicing my hole, sucking the several loads out before coming back up, using his still rubber gloved hand to open my mouth. I complied and he slowly drooled the cum out of his mouth and into mine. This happened several times, each time less cum was deposited back into my mouth. Letting out an evil chuckle, he slowly began to work a few gloved fingers into my loose hole, finding the spot inside my ass and causing my breath to hitch. “Yeah, there’s the slut button,” he said, pulling his fingers out and smearing them on my chest, before pulling his shirt off, revealing dozens of tattoos. One in particular caught my eye, of a pitch black scorpion with red streaks on its body. I recognized for what it was, as he saw me staring at it. “Yeah, I’m toxic too,” he said, tossing the shirt to the ground before plunging the gloved fingers inside me, and rubbing harder on my prostate, “We got lots of time to breed you full of my swimmers. He won’t be back for a while.” I sobbed slightly, squirming at the rough handling as my cock began to leak again in the cage. “Yeah, this hole is in fucking heat. I think its time I give you another load deep in those guts,” he said, rubbing his large cock on my hole, the metal piercing in the tip sliding easily on my slick hole, “Plenty of room in here now to add mine to the mix.” As willing as I was to just let him have at it, I thought back to what Greg had told me earlier. “I…. Need you to… stop...” I gasped out, “Please… I need. I need a-a condom…” “Fuck, boy, what a mood killer,” he said, continuing to slowly run the tip of his cock around my hole in slow circles, “You already took plenty of tainted sperm in you already. What’s one more load?” I slowly shook my head no. “I… I promised,” I said, pushing my hand against his chest, holding him away, “I promised I would follow the rules.” “We’re friends, so I know he won’t mind,” Jason said, playfully shaking his dick at my hole, the metal piercing occasionally brushing against it even being held back, “I already ate their loads out of you so we’ll need to fill that back up for you to get knocked up. Besides, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em.” “No… you need to use the condom,” I insisted, slowly pulling myself up, skin sticking to the leather on the seat, “They want me to save it for something they have planned, but I’m not allowed unless they say you can.” “Seems like a waste to me… you know how good it feels getting bred with dirty loads, ” Jason frowned, rubbing a hand along my body, “ Seems unfair to me they won’t let you decide who’s load to take. And we both know it will feel a lot better bare.” “I promised,” I said, shaking my head, knowing that if I were to give in, I’d never be able to live with the lie, “It’s either that or nothing. I… I’ll suck you off if you want, so that you at least get something out of your work.” “Hmmm…. Fuuuuck… Fine…” he said, pouting, before grabbing a condom out of his pants, “Don’t think I’m going to hold back on you now.” I slumped back, actually proud of myself for keeping a clear enough head and following the rules, even if Greg and Mike weren’t there to see it. I watched as Jason, looking annoyed, slid the bright blue condom down his dick, before sliding deep in my ass. Clamping down, I tried to make myself feel tight, hoping it would make up for the condition I put on him. “Fuck yeah, that’s a hungry boy pussy there,” he growled, before pushing forward and pulling the metal table closer, “Since I can’t fuck it bare, we’re at least going to make it interesting for me.” Grabbing my cigar, he stuck it in his mouth and lit it back up, puffing hard as he slammed as hard as he could into my ass, brutally boring into my ass. Keeping his thrusting steady, he let my legs fall to his shoulders ad he reached over and pulled out a cigarette from his pack, bluntly sticking it in my mouth. “I want to see you smoking some Reds, fucker,” he said, stopping suddenly as he grabbed the lighter and flicking it to life, holding the flame to the tip. Following what I had seen earlier, I took a deep draw on it before sucking in the smoke. The taste was definitely different than the cigars and even the pipes, and I let out a hard nose jet, getting a smile and nod from Jason. “Yeah slut,” he said, grabbing my ass hard as he fucked it, “Suck that cancer stick down. Destroy those lungs for me.” Hoping to please, I continued to smoke hard, making quick work of the cigarette before another was put in, as Jason continued his eager assault on my hole. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot in your worthless ass,” he said, “Fucking take my cock snot fucker!” He slammed just a few more times before pulling me tightly against him. I could numbly feel as his cock flooded the condom, jumping and jolting as he glared at me. “Yeah boy, feel all that man spunk? Could have fucking flooded those guts right if you’d have let me… fucking cock tease only taking certain dirty loads,” he said, squeezing my ass in a death grip and he continued to slam hard inside me, “Gonna fucking breed this hole and add my strain eventually. You want that, don’t you fucker? To become a diseased whore?” I nodded, feeling spent and exhausted as Jason finally pulled out, gently pulling the condom off his sensitive cock before tying it off and dumping it on my chest. “Yeah, take that doggy bag home for you and your daddies to play with,” he said, breathless as he got up and pulled his pants on, puffing away at the well smoked cigar., "Better fucking fish that Red I gave you." After a few more minutes, laying there on the bed and watching as Jason leaned back in his office chair enjoying the cigar, Greg returned with a questioning look on his face. Getting up, Jason walked over and reached into his pants, pulling out several dollar bills. “You fucking cheated,” Jason said, still breathless as he patted Greg on the shoulder before handing over the money. “How so?” Greg asked, grinning at him before looking back at me, “I’m taking it from the bulging condom on the boy’s chest, he followed the rules and made you wrap it up?” I felt shock and then relief, knowing that this had been a test, and I seemed to have passed it overwhelmingly. Greg picked up the used condom from my chest, giving a smile as he turned it around, inspecting it. “Tried every fucking trick I knew, man,” he said, smiling at me still exhausted, “Not fucking fair coming in here with a professionally trained pig like that. Even smoked down a few Reds like a champ.” Greg gave me a smile before looked at Jason with a more confused smile. “I mean, I’ll take the compliment, but he’s not even remotely trained,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, “Only been teaching him for a week and a half or so, honest.” “Fucking liar…” Jason said, grinning, “That heavenly fucking ass is way too talented. His hole hugs your cock like memory foam, fucking milks it even. If I hadn’t have heard it from Ben myself, I’d have never believed that he was bred with that massive cock just a while ago. Shit should be fucking wrecked.” “Honest to god,” Greg said, raising his hands in defense, “I told you he is eager to please. Between that, his dirty little pig mouth, and that cute innocent look, can’t you see why Mike and I took such a liking to him?” “Please tell me he’s got a brother or something…” Jason said, shaking his head and smiling. “Nope. Back off,” Greg said, holding his finger up to stop Jason’s line of thought, “The brother is off limits… Mike hates mixing business with pleasure, you know that.” Still feeling spent, I just sat silently and watched the exchange, knowing they were talking about me and my older brother. “Fuck… had to try and ask at least,” Jason said, shaking his head, “Damn… Gary is going to LOVE this…” “What am I supposedly going to love,” Garrison said, walking in from the back doorway and sitting down at a station, laying out several things. “Gary… bro… just… oh my god…” Jason said, smiling and pointing at me, “Fucking heaven. Seriously.” “You, over here,” Gary said, snapping once and pointing to the chair, “I got appointments in a half an hour. Leave the shirt off. Let’s get this done.” I nodded silently, picking up my clothes and quickly getting my pants back on and grabbing the full condom, plug, and my shirt. I sat down silently, watching as Garrison expertly began to wipe down my skin on my smooth stomach before placing down a sheet, the design underneath hard to see. “Like the placement?” He asked Greg, looking up. “Should be good,” Greg replied, nodding, “We can always move it down the road if we don’t like it.” Pressing down, Garrison slowly taped down the sticker, the blue/green ink just barely visible, Looking down, I could see what looked like a pig snout and the words “PIG IN TRAINING” written in bold letters in circle around it. “Take this off in an hour. Not any less. Should last about 10 days, depending on activity,” he explained, short and to the point, “Don’t use any abrasives or body scrubs, or you’ll be replacing it sooner. It’ll get darker in about 24 hours. Understood?” I nodded silently. “Ok, flip over for the other one,” he said, motioning his finger in a circle, “And pull down your pants.” I followed his instructions, as I looked back, seeing him shine a light through. “Go ahead and make sure it scans,” Garrison said, waiting as Greg took out his phone and aimed it at what looked like a QR code. “Yep, like a dream,” Greg said, giving a thumbs up as Garrison then began to wipe down the skin and place the sheet down firmly in the center of my asscheek. He did the same thing again, pressing down and taping the paper down. “Alright, get out of here,” Garrison said, giving my ass a smack, “Trying to run a business here, and its time to open back up.” “Sure you don’t want to give Riley’s hole a try?” Greg said, grinning as I felt my hole pucker. Though I didn’t want to admit it, I needed a slight break after the brutal pounding from Jason. “Am I allowed to dump my load in him raw?” Garrison said flatly. “Sorry, you know the rules,” Greg said, smiling and shaking his head. “Then I’m good. Unlike my twin brother here, I know how to wait,” Garrison said, looking over at Jason, “And unlike him, I know when to turn down a bet from you. Stop fleecing my employees and get out of here.” Part of me was shocked. With as different as the two looked, I’d have never guessed they were twins. Looking closer though, I did notice a family resemblance. I mouthed a silent thank you at Garrison as I walked past, actually getting a small smirk and nod. Stepping back out into the sun, I blinked blearily, shading my face at the still intense sunlight as we made our way to the car, already on and air condition running full blast.

Part 5 – The End (Option 2) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So, he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over checks the test and returns with a big smile on his face and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Remember the deal? And what happens now?”. I respond with “yes. I get my tattoo and never see you again”. “Correct” he says. “BUT”. I look at him a little confused. “I must admit that I have really enjoyed the last few weeks. I know I am breaking my own rules, but how would you feel if we played boyfriends a little more?” I am totally confused as Ross is way out of my league. “Me? Why?” Ross kisses me, “You’re cute. You’re funny. I really enjoyed spending the time with you. To be honest, falling asleep with you and waking up with you felt right. I’d like to try it out some more if you are up for it”. I would be lying if I hadn’t felt the same but had resolved to the fact it was just me and temporary. But how can I even question this. “Yes, yes very much yes”. Ross kisses me again and looking me in the eye he then says, “just one rule. You let me knock up another 6 guys to reach my goal of 15. If you’re ok with me doing that, I’d love to give this a go.” I’m a little torn as to how I would feel with him spending weekends like he did with me, but I want him so bad. As though he could read my mind, he rests his hand on the side of my face and explains, “except no weekends with my victims. Just one load every night for them until they convert.” Relieved, I smile and indicate yes with a kiss. “So that was what I was to you all these weeks, a victim” and I laugh. Ross honestly says “yes, to start with. But after the first night with you, you were always going to be my boyfriend forever”. The end

Part 5 – The End (Option 1) I turn up at Ross’s place at 7pm as planned. I bring along a test kit as discussed. Ross put the test kit on the kitchen table and says he hasn’t cum since he bred me on the Thursday night. So he will give me two more loads before the test. There in the kitchen he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my pants down and for the first time he rims me. He is so good at it that I regret he never did it until now. Standing up he undoes his jeans at the front only and slides in and start to fuck me slowly. This time there is a lot more vocabulary. “How does it feel knowing after tonight you will know for sure if your life changes?”. “Are you ready for the results?”. “You know I will be the father of your poz babies.” And then shudders as he unloads in me. We grab pizza for dinner and after dinner, he takes me out to his tattoo studio and tells me to strip down to nothing and lay on the tattoo table. “The last load should be in here since this is where you will get my mark.” He then strips down and puts my ankles around his shoulders as he fucks me again and kisses me as he bottoms out for what might be his final load. This time he fucks harder than before and with purpose before slamming in his last load. My arse is dripping from his first load. “Wait here” he says walking out to the house totally naked. He comes back in with the test. He pricks my finger and does the test on the desk over the other side of the room. “You stay there with my loads dripping from your hole, and I will let you know.” Ross sets the timer for 15mins. As I lay there waiting for the result, Ross comes over and runs his hands over my body and I do the same over his God like body. The timer goes off and Ross says, “You ready?”. I nod yes. Ross goes over and expressionless returns and passionately kisses me. Looking me in the eyes he smiles and says “congratulations, and welcome to the family”. We kiss some more, and we get dressed. Ross gets his book out again and say’s lets chose my mark for you. We look at some pictures and I decide on the design. “Good. Come back next Saturday at 10am and I will mark you”. He slaps my arse and asks me to leave. No more kissing, hugging. It is clear the job is done. But I have to admit it was worth it. I return the next weekend and receive my mark. There is not emotion next time, just a professional doing the tattoo. When done, he thanks me for the mark and asks me to leave.

Got 4 loads from a Grindr hookup in Dublin. Each time after we'd finish we'd just cuddle and lay there and he would get hard and asked if I wanted more. Loved all the loads deep in me.

I worked for a suit-and-tie job for several years in my 20s and 30s and had some guys who regularly fucked me on my way to work. When I was about 22, I met one of them on Craigslist one night with the plan for me to drive to his apartment the following morning before work. As part of our CL conversation, he asked what I wore to work, and I told him a suit and tie. We agreed I would keep most of my work attire on while he fucked me full of cum and I would follow his lead without question once I arrived at his place. He also asked me what kind of car I owned, which I felt was a strange question to ask, but he said it was so he could watch for my arrival. The next morning, I parked my car in the parking lot where the guy lived. It was a run-down building just off a busy road that housed many businesses. As I turned the corner to drive down the side street to his apartment, there was a home improvement store on the corner with 20-30 day laborers looking for work. As I drove by them, some of them looked at my car with keen interest and I felt a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I debated on just driving directly onto work, but my fuck hole was twitching in anticipation of getting fucked. The apartment building the guy lived in must have been a motel back in the day. It was a two-story building with doors to each apartment facing the parking lot and street. There were outdoor stairs on each end of the building that took you to the 2nd-story units. His apartment was on the 2nd floor and as I walked up the stairs in my suit, I saw some of the day laborers watching me. I knocked on the guy’s door but got no response. After a second knock with no response, I decided to quickly leave. When I got about 20 feet from the front door, I heard someone from behind me say “Hey…” I turned to see what looked like one of the day laborers. He had to be close to my 70-year-old grampa’s age. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots, and a cowboy hat. As he approached me, he towered over my 5’7” frame, as I guessed he was 6’9”-6’10” tall. As I looked up to his face, I realized the top of my head was at the bottom of his shoulders. He also looked like he weighed 3-4 times my 135 lbs. and his body was fucking huge in comparison. This guy had a big broad nose and large nostrils, gray hair, with a matching goatee and mustache that were unkempt and way overgrown. His face looked like leather from too many years working in the sun. I don’t mean to be rude, but there was no way I was going to have sex with this guy. As I looked at him, I thought “What the fuck?!” Other than being Hispanic, this guy looked nothing like the 32-year-old fit guy he described himself as in his Craigslist response. He had also included a body photo with his response the night before and the body in the photo was definitely not this guy's! I did not want to be rude, so as we stood on the landing, I told him I really had to go and turned to walk away. He said, “Hey” in a booming voice that stopped me in my tracks, and I nervously turned back around to face him. He said, “Come here a minute,” as he turned and walked over the railing that overlooked the parking lot and the road. “See those guys over there?” I looked to see the group of day laborers, specifically five who were significantly older than the rest of the group, who were looking up staring at us intently with shit-eating grins on their faces. Two of them waved at us. The guy said, “It is time for Papi to fuck ‘a puta’s pussy,’ and you are my puta for today. I told mis amigos I am going to fuck your pussy and I let them know that if you walked back down the stairs, that means they should join me fucking you and to bring ya on back. Either way I'm gonna fuck that pussy, so you decide how it's going to be. And with that, he turned and walked to the apartment door I knocked on a few minutes before. I slowly followed behind him, my humiliation complete as I looked back at this guy’s old friends; their eyes glued on me as Papi led me to be totally and thoroughly fucked. Papi walked into apartment and had not even closed the door when he ordered me to remove my suit pants and leave everything else on. I stripped off my suit pants, sliding them over my dress shoes and socks. I looked around for a place to put my pants, but he held out his hand. I cautiously handed them to him, and he commanded me to “stay,” as he carried my pants into another room. When he returned a few minutes later without my pants, he was naked except for his work boots, socks, and his cowboy hat. I stared in disbelief at the huge brown fat donkey dong between his legs. Without thinking, I blurted out “There was NO WAY that’s going to fit inside of me!” He chuckled and said, “I may need to re-arrange your insides a bit, but it’s gonna fit.” He then added, “Mis amigos call me ‘Donk’ and now you know why!” I was still mesmerized by his cock when he unexpectedly tossed something to me that hit my chest and then fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was my cell phone that he had taken out of my pants pocket. He told me to call my boss and tell him I was sick and needed to stay home. I took my phone and just stared at it in my hand as he added, “Tell your boss you are having some gastrointestinal issues…by the time I get done with you, it is going to be true!” as he chuckled at my impending reality. I quickly called my boss so I could get this humiliating experience over as soon as possible. I told my boss I had GI issues, and he told me he hoped I felt better soon…Yeah, not likely! “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself as Donk pointed to an overstuffed chair and commanded me to kneel on it. He ordered me to put my knees and legs together, completely exposing my ass and putting it on full display. In this position it seemed like this guy could easily envelope my hips with his massive hands and mount me for a good hard ride. With my knees and legs both together, my ass cheeks were also close together. The inside of my ass cheeks were going to provide extra friction against the full length of Donk's mammoth cock, as it rubbed against the insides of my ass cheeks with every thrust in and out...Fuck! With me kneeling on the chair like a total slut, Donk moved toward the back of the chair to be closer to my face. He grabbed my silk necktie and pulled it out toward the wall. He scrunched the open end of the necktie and pushed it through the opening of a large eye hook I hadn’t noticed before, and pulled the tie all the way through until it was taut. Donk then tied a knot, in effect, making my necktie a leash to hold me securely in place. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Donk then walked around and stood behind me, straddling my legs that were now together. He must has sensed my suit jacket hung too low for him to have easy access to my ass, because I heard him say, “Let me take care of this,” and he pushed the bottom of suit jacket up my back, so all the material clumped against the back of my neck. I thought he would stop pushing once he had full access to my ass, but instead he grabbed the clumped material covering the back of my neck and pulled it up and over my head, so it was now all in front of my chin. I lifted my chin, so the clumped material was wedged between the top of the chair and underneath my chin. With my suit jacket now under my chin, I had flashbacks to when I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head as a teenager, to have it off my chest and stomach when I masturbated. With the tightly stretching fabric of my t-shirt all behind my neck but my arms still in the t-shirt, it felt like my t-shirt had me in a full nelson. In this moment, my suit jacket now had me in a reverse full nelson of sorts. The suit jacket fabric was tight over my head and under my chin. My arms were also still in the suit jacket and there was tension because the fabric was now pulled so tight. Because of the tightness the fabric had on my arms, I could not move or use them, and my upper arms started to feel sore from the tension. As I settled into my new reality, I felt Donk grab the bottom of my dress shirt which still covered my back and hung over my ass. I feared my shirt was going to join my suit jacket under my chin, but Donk forcefully pulled his hands apart at the bottom and to my horror, ripped my dress shirt up the center of the back. I felt the rip go all the way to the base of my collar. Donk then ripped at the top of my shirt underneath the collar toward both arms so he could move the shirt off to the sides, fully exposing my back. With that, Donk said “I think you are ready!” I was feeling pretty dazed at this point, and didn’t even notice Donk had moved, until I heard the front door open and he greeted who I assume were his five amigos who watched us outside that morning, I didn’t really know at that point, with my necktie forcing me to stare at the wall with limited range of motion for me to look elsewhere. Pretty soon, the guys in the room all migrated behind me. While I didn’t understand Spanish, I got the feeling they were admiring my ass. I then felt a finger on my hole and asked the guy to please use lube. Amigo #1 called out for some lube and after a short time, I felt something incredibly cold on my hole, to the point it was almost numbing. I felt some pressure and resistance from my hole. I suddenly felt the coldness go away as he inserted a finger up my ass and I felt him moving his finger around inside my hole in a clockwise motion to open me up. Amigo #1 then pulled his finger out of me, and I felt the coldness directly against my pucker hole again. There was still some resistance, but I finally felt my hole open and a cold sensation going up inside of my ass! It was so fucking cold that I lost my breath for a moment. By the time I had my wits about me, the inside of my ass felt like it was fucking freezing, and I said “What the fuck?!” to which all Amigo #1 said was “Frozen Butter!” I found out later this old man had stuck a frozen stick of butter up my ass! I repeated “What the fuck?!” one more time as I felt the guy’s cock head push inside my hole. Amigo #1 had 7” and was not as thick as the stick of butter. Once the head of his cock was inside of me, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my hole in one fluid motion until he was balls deep. Between Amigo #1's cock and the stick of butter, I had 12” up my ass and the fluid motion caused the stick of butter to go deep inside my hole. As Amigo #1 gained momentum in fucking me, he firmly grabbed onto my hips and started to ride me like I was the pony, and he was the jockey. The overstuffed chair was wide enough to support Donk’s big body, so there was room for Amigo #1 to put his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my ass. That allowed him to squat down from above me to mount me like a bitch in heat. The forcefulness of his fucking made me feel like we were galloping to the beat of this trusts! After a while, Amigo #1 pulled out and Amigo #2 started to fuck me. His cock seemed short equally fat. It was about 5” long and about 2.5” thick; about the size of a standard can of beer. Amigo #2 stepped right onto the seat of the chair and mounted me, opening me wider. We repeated this process three more times, each cock being bigger than its predecessor. Amigo #5's cock was about 8” long and about 3” wide and once he got a rhythm, he was pushing his cock all the way in and pulling it all the way out with each fucking thrust. Once Amigo #5 pulled out of my hole, I could feel my hole gaping open. While I caught my breath and waited for the main event, I felt another stick of frozen butter being pushed up my ass. There was a sense of anticipation from everyone in the room, as I felt Donk behind me. His feet were on the floor as he started to push the head of his cock inside of me. I screamed because it was so fucking fat! I tried to stay quiet and calm, but it was just impossible given his size. I then saw someone out of my peripheral vision with a ball gag. He ordered me to open my mouth, and he secured it tightly. I had never worn a ball gag before, but it made my screams less noisy. With my noise level taken care of, Donk started fucking me slow. It felt like I had a fucking 32-oz beer can up my ass and it was nowhere near all the way in. It took a while for me to adjust and I was in a daze and lost track of time as Donk fucked me slow and steady for long time, opening me up as much as possible. At one point, he pulled out and stood on the chair with his legs on either side of me. He squatted down and stuck his massive cock inside and started to push it in with one steady and uninterrupted motion. Once he got it a good way in, he said, “Now it’s time to take my puta’s pussy for a ride!” and with that he started fucking me with his huge Donkey dong. As Donk fucked me, I went into another zone. I could feel his cock and the weight of him as his huge body covered me. I am quite confident none of his friends could see me as Donk's body consumed mine. At one point, I hear Donk yell, “I’m all the way in!,” to which the guys all “whooped and hollered,” and that motivated him to fuck me even more. While I could not see my fuck hole, I could tell it was stretched open like never before. At some point, Donk pulled out and said, “Good open puta pussy!” and then started talking to the guys in Spanish. Suddenly and unexpected, I saw a set of hands untying the end of my necktie from the eye hook in the wall and I could now move my neck back and forth! We were finally done, and I could go home and crash until work tomorrow! I’m so glad Donk made me call out sick…Maybe he’s not so bad after all! Before I could lift myself off the chair, I felt hands on my chest, pushing it upward so I was kneeling totally upright in the chair from my waist up. I then felt the hands move to my thighs and my lower back to steady me. The hands on my thighs grabbed them firmly and started lifting me up and off the overstuffed chair, while also supporting my back. I tried to wiggle myself out of their grip, but to no avail. Once I was fully suspended a couple of feet above the chair, Amigo’s #4 and #5 started to move me away from the chair altogether. Once I was clear of the chair, I was able to straighten my legs which dangled freely in the air. As they turned me around at a 90-degree angle, I could still see the overstuffed chair, plus three guys and Donk. As I suspected, these guys were the old day laborers who were looking and smiling at me I now realized that was their plan from the beginning. In that moment though, I felt like I was the primary entertainment at a fucking senior center! My eyes then turned to Donk. He still wore his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, and had a big smile on his face. He told me I was a good puta…”too good for him not to share with his amigos.” They all laughed as Donk approached me. He smiled and put both of his hands on the center of my shirt, where the buttons are located. He slipped his fingers inside with his fingers facing outward and forcefully yanked his hands apart, ripping off the buttons and ripping my shirt open. You could now see my nipples and my chest. With that, Donk sat in the overstuff chair I had recently vacated. He told one of the guys to get more lube, and I watched as Amigo #3 walked to the freezer. I’m thinking to myself, “Oh God, more butter!” I watched as the guy unfoiled the stick of butter at the kitchen counter and brought it on over. I realized as he got closer, however, that I am mistaken about the stick of butter. It’s not a stick of butter, but rather a fucking pound of butter the size of four sticks of butter combined! Amigo #3 approached me with a big smile. He held up the pound of butter at eye level so I can fully see what is about to be stuck up my butt. He then lowered the butter so the hard freezing cold mass it up against my stretched pussy. He pushed the butter up my butt, never breaking eye contact with me, and I realized that while I feltl the intense coldness, I did not feel any friction of the butter going in, because my pussy is stretched open so wide…HOLY FUCK! Once Amigo #3 pushed the butter all the way inside of me, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling widely, and said, “There ya go!” I was jarred back to reality when Donk loudly loudly slapped both his palms against his thighs on either side of his mammoth rock-hard cock and yelled, “Come to Papi!” With that, Amigos #4 and #5 shifted me so I was facing away from Donk and the chair he was sitting in. They started moving me backwards in a coordinated effort, and before I knew it, both guys were on either side of the overstuffed chair. I was suspended over the chair, with my overused hole just above the massive head of Donk’s 32-oz beer can cock. All the guys start yelling “Uno, dos, tres,” in unison, and on "tres," Amigos #4 and #5 let go of me, and the weight of my body and gravity caused my hole to rapidly impale itself on Donk’s cock balls deep. There was no stopping the slide once it started. When firmly impaled, it was like Donk was Santa Claus, and it was time for Jimmy to tell Santa what he wanted for fucking Christmas! As I sat totally impaled on Donk’s cock, he grabbed my necktie and held the crumpled accessory taut in his huge hand like a fucking leash to keep me in place and to control me. Amigos #4 and #5 moved to the front corners of the chair, bent over and grabbed my legs and started to raise them up high in the air. As they raised my legs up, they pulled them apart like it was Thanksgiving Day and my legs were the fucking wishbone! As they lifted my legs into position, I had no choice but to lean my back against Donk’s chest. In short order, I was lying firmly against Donk’s chest with my legs up in the air and spread wide, like a two-bit whore. At that moment, I saw a flash as Amigo #2 took a photo and came over and showed it to me. Here I was impaled on Donk’s mammoth cock, his fat dong opening my swollen puffy pussy wide. Donk’s impressively huge cum-filled cojones hung very low. The photo showed my expensive dress shirt ripped to display my nipples and chest. Donk’s face was not in the photo, but mine was on full display with the ball gag in my mouth. The photo showed my suit jacket clumped underneath my chin and covering my neck. My arms were sticking out, almost looking disfigured, because they were tightly secured in the suit jacket. Donk’s big shoulders and neck were in the background behind my much smaller boyish body. My body also seemed that much smaller in comparison to Donk’s huge hand in the forefront, clamping onto my scrunched silk necktie and holding me firmly in place. Closest to the camera, the photo also highlights four old, wrinkled hands spreading my legs wide, with my dress socks and expensive leather shoes completing my ensemble. As I stared at the photo in disbelief, Amigo #2 announced, “Great photo for us to use for your next Craigslist Ad!!!” Next Craigslist Ad???! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! As Amigo #2 walked back to his original position, Donk announced to his friends, “We have a good puta who needs mis amigos to fuck cum up his pussy and make him pregnant. Our puta needs lots of biracial babies!” With that, as Amigo #1 approached me and Donk, I realized what was about to happen and I attempted to cry out and furiously shook my head “NO!!!” to which Donk said, “Si, Puta!” As the Amigo #1 squatted down to align his cock with my hole, Donk added, “Don’t worry, Puta! Mis amigos are going to fuck you by cock size, saving the largest for last!” And with that, Amigo #1 started to push his cock up my pussy to join Donk’s!”

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

I went to a gym's steam room after a workout. I struck up conversation with an attractive middle aged man I suspected was gay. I started playing with my dick and asked if he wanted to feel me up. He started caressing my torso while I got rock hard. I expected him to start jerking me off, but he surprised me by sucking my dick instead. I enjoyed releaxing in the steam while he went to work. I finished by blowing a huge load down his throat.

About 5 years ago, I used to hookup with this really hot, hairy construction worker. He lived a few hours away, but was often in the area for work. He would invite my over to his hotel room and we would fuck each other all night long, each cumming 4 or 5 times each in each other's mouths or asses. But we lost track of each other until earlier this year. He retired early and his partner had left him. But he did have a new fuckbuddy and they were always looking for a 3rd to join them. So we made plans to meet up last Saturday. I did tell him that I was bottom only now, he said that wouldn't be a problem. I showed up a few minutes early to the address he sent me. It was his fuckbuddies house. The FB let me in, and introduced himself as I left my shoes at the door. He then walked me down the hall to his playroom. My now retired construction buddy came around the corner, fresh out of the shower. He was still hot as every, muscular and hairy. His cock was hard. I dropped down to my knees and started sucking it. The other guy came up next to him and he was now naked. He also had an impressive hairy body. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before I felt one (or both) of them pull me up. All 3 of us started making out. We took turns kissing each other before we were doing a 3way kiss. My friend then told me to get into the sling, he wanted to fuck my ass again. I happily obliged him, grabbing a bottle of poppers as I settled into the sling. He ate my ass for a few minutes, getting his tongue into my hole, getting it ready. He then stood up and slid his really thick dick into my hole. I suddenly remembered how great his dick felt stretching my hole open. I was busy sucking his friend, who was standing next to me, when I thought I heard the front door close. I couldn't see what was going on, but by the time I finally looked up, I realized there was 5 other guys there. Suddenly it went from a 3some to an 8 man orgy. FUCK YES!!! I was left in the sling for about 30 minutes. After my friend was finished fucking my hole, he was replaced by 5 different guys. I eventually felt a little bit guilty for hogging the sling, so I got out and started sucking off a few guys. I then got fucked a few times while I was busy sucking somebody. For the next hour, I ended up with 4 loads in my ass, and I swallowed 2 more loads. I enjoyed those loads on my drive home. I am definitely looking forward to the next time they host!

I think both parties have a huge problem with selecting leaders/runners overall. Seeing Trump and Biden selected to run for the president office was evoked those reactions in me: Biden - Why do you torture this tired old man? Leave him be. Trump - Rep. really don't have anyone better? (Someone who can behave like an adult would be nice.)

Well I am a sucker for a "poz love story" so #2 version would be my choice

I am off to Gran Canaria next week to specifically be a dark room whore. My favourite holiday past time is being on a bench next to others taking anon dick. It’s so incredibly horny letting anyone have a go in you. Some guys use their fingers to test for cum, if they can feel cum they are more likely to shove their dick in. Some guys have a go in you and move on to the next available home. Some guys will unload in you, just dumping a load when ready. It’s so fucking sleazy and hot as fuck! Can’t wait!

Yeah. Anonymous is soooo horny

Athlete Five His arms were chained above him to a joist running between rafters and a spreader bar kept his legs apart, not very wide but enough to expose his genitals. He still had the ball gag secured, and although he couldn't see it, he could feel the leather collar every time he swallowed. This is how Matt Hollister found himself. Like Joey, Matt thought it was a prank from guys in the team, so he remained calm. He would not give them the satisfaction to see him panicking. The prank was a little extreme to his taste, being naked and all, but he would be a good player. His revenge would be sweet. Matt smiled at the idea and waited. A prank, it wasn’t. Calm, he wouldn’t be. Extreme, it wasn’t. Revenge, he wouldn’t have. *** The older man that brought him to the restroom came back and walked directly to the stall where Joey was crying and feeling sorry for himself. Joey didn’t see the boot coming but he sure felt it connecting to his balls. - Get back to work pussy boy or I’ll find you something worse to do” And the man was gone. Joey slowly got back on his knees, one hand holding his aching balls. What could be worse than licking a toilet bowl? He shuddered at his own thought and forced himself to chase the idea out of his mind. He didn’t want to know. He attacked with his tongue a crusted stain that he identified as cum. Joey was proud of his efforts – if pride for being a toilet cleaner could be a real thing. The 2nd stall’s toilet was cleaned! He turned around to find two skinny guys lazily stroking their semi-hard cock. “Two flaming queers” deducted Joey, "a little make-up and they would be drag queens." The guys, not much older than him, were in good shape and not just skinny. Both were wearing a light pink wife beater and flimsy yellow shorts. “He is a cutie” one said “Yeah! A real treasure. We don’t have much time, so we better hurry” the other said grabbing a crop of Joey’s hair towards his crotch. “Hey, I am not gay” Joey started to argue. “You might reconsider it after we are done with you”. Both guys laughed. The guy pulled down his shorts under his balls unveiling a long cock. “Suck it, straight boy” The guy was maintaining a firm grip of tuft of hair and immediately started face-fucking him in. Joey gagged on the first thrust which made the guy chuckle. Limited in his movement, Joey realized the second guy had moved behind him and was getting ready to fuck him. Joey braced himself for the assault. The first guy pulled out as the second guy pushed in. The cock in his ass went further than any other cock he had so far. Pushing the poz remnants of his previous fuck deeper in his guts. Joey squealed with mixed emotion. The cock was not as large as the previous one and he was easily accommodating to it, and the deepness it reached left him without voice, lost in a pleasant sensation. Both guys started pistoning him like it was the end of the fuckin world. “Hey straight boy, how do you feel having 17 inches of cock in you? You want our sweet toxic cum in your ass or in your stomach” “Mmnffh… un… uppp…” Changing places every 10 minutes. Cocks when from ass to mouth until each guys deposited their poz loads far in his guts. So far, that Joey’s abused hole never leaked a drop. Dimitri had made a strong impression on Adam. The guy had fuck him over and over. Then the guy took his belt on his poor ass, before fucking him again. Both fell asleep in the warmth of the bed. Exhausted. Adam made a wet fart which woke him up. His fingers revealed that his hole was wet with cum – poz cum as Dimitri told him during each fuck. Thinking about him, Adam realized that the guy was still asleep. This was his opportunity to escape and get the fuck out of here. He looked around and saw Dimitri’s shorts and shirt on the floor. “That will do”, murmured Adam Adam crossed the cabin and pushed the door gently, hoping it wouldn't creak, and turned to close it without making noise. There, in the shadow of the porch, the same large men that fucked him twice was sitting calmly, observing Adam with curiosity. “I hope that you are not doing what I think you are doing?” mocked the man. Adam took a brief look at his surroundings, then back to the man. “I am sure that Dimitri would not appreciate to wake up and realize someone stole his clothes.” “I want to go home” Adam asked “In time” the man replied. “So why don’t you undress here? I prefer you naked anyway” Forty-five minutes later, Adam was still nursing the massive cock that deflowered him. Slurping all the hot wet precum. His pickle was hard as a nail. Adam wanted to stroke his little thing. Two or three rapid strokes would bring him over the edge; Adam was sure of it. So did the large man who was rubbing a big toe against Adam’s ass. Adam would be a good addition to the Corporation. A good submissive bottom. Two cabins away, in the shower room, Joey was slowly drinking another man’s piss. Alex was now sitting in the frat rec room. Martin was making out with another frat boy, exchanging a lot of tongue and spit while their hands were molesting each other bodies - balls, cocks, nipples, ass – as they went with the flow. Martin was doing this as an “educational session” for his benefits. - I want you to be the best gay whore who would spread his legs to any men and never refuse anything they offer you. After the making out session, another frat boy started spoon-feeding him some “frat-generated protein shake”. Alex was too exhausted at this point to bother about food. The roulette game resumed shortly after. Martin had put his arm around his waist while guiding him back into the living room - Let me introduce you to the rest of the frat! There in the room, another 15 to 20 new guys were making a lot of noise chatting with each other and cheering with the perspective of fucking a negative straight ass. Corey had slept about 3 hours before he was dragged outside, hosed down, washed squeaky clean in and out, fed and put back on the stage where he started moving his hips with the hope of seducing one of the three patrons present in the room. It was around the end of the afternoon, when the bar’s door and a beard guy walk in with a young man, a leash attached to his nose. Twenty minutes later, Corey was hushed from the platform and the ‘new arrival’ took his place and started dancing. Smiling Chicano was already naked and hard when Corey was brought back to the mechanics quarter. “Come sit on my cock", gestured Smiling Chicano. And in a passable English, Corey heard Smiling Chicano say “Come make little Nando happy”.

Away at gay camp for the weekend. Im still a semi-new face here but have already gotten a reputation as a bottom for couples to fuck and breed. Walking shirtless in just a jock socks and shoes On my way to the fuck-shed/dungeon-cabin I get waved over by a familiar face, a handsome silver-bearded Daddy with a sweet smile who was hanging with a tatted jock, a beefy ex-frat boy and frat boy's tall bf. We start chatting for a few minutes when suddenly the Daddy comes up behind me, starts grinding his dick in my asscrack, and pulls my arms up over my head. Immediately frat boy and the daddy dive into my sweaty pits and I feel the dick at my ass get bigger and rock hard. I gladly find out how dominant and rough the daddy with the sweet smile can be as I get fucked by him while dangling off his porch. After some repositioning and sucking his guests dicks as well I hop in the sling out back and get gangbanged by all four studs as they swap in and out of my ass. The daddy ordering me as the "dirty cocksucking slut boy" to clean off each dick everytime one pulled out. They pounded the fuck out of my ass and by the end I was drenched in sweat and their cocks all tasted like cum when I cleaned them off.

An armchair at the corner of the room turned to face the bed. Uncle nodded toward it, signalling me to get comfortable. I sat down with both my hands clamped on the armrest. Knuckles exposed, I see my right pinky twitching involuntarily. The other guy who was behind the Asian twink turned his head back to off to look at me, then to Uncle, asking him if I was next. "No, not tonight Paul. That's my nephew. He's still new to all of this. " "That's fucking hot" the Asian twink added, still bouncing. Paul was a bit older than Uncle. Mid-50s with a smaller frame. His furry back glistened with sweat that drizzled off at each thrusts he made. It wasn't just the droplets I see falling on the sheet that turned me on further, it was also the raw stench that filled my nostrils. He was faster than Uncle who held the twink on both sides with a steady rhythm. Both cocks rammed into the twink with the single thread of his g-string in-between. Uncle then tilt his head sideways to see me. "Feel free to help yourself, Brad. You've used a bong before right? Kinda of the same idea." I looked at the study table adjacent to me and there was a bong with a bowl that's shaped like a bubble in glass and a torch. I picked both up. Uncle instructed me on how to light it, never breaking his gaze even as the twink slid himself up and down of both men. "Not too close or else you'll burn it" Once I the vapour filled the glass, I inhaled deeply. It was less harsh than weed would've been. I held it in like Uncle told me to, counted til 10 and exhaled. P "How does that feel?" Paul asked. I nodded, telling him it's good. I was electrified again. I paid more attention to the threesome happening a few feet from me. My cock was still limp but I knew I was turned on. He continued. "You see this fag here? Watch and learn. Soon it'll be you, right Abe?" The twink was too spun to hear or care. He only kept bouncing and moaning as he had. Uncle responded. "If he wants to, don't you Brad?" "I mean, yeah but up to you Uncle." Paul interjected. "The boy calls you Uncle? Fuck Abe you're one lucky bastard. Makes me close to coming." Only then the twink was lucid. "Yeah, breed me again please daddy" Uncle held him tighter, asking him how many loads he has taken. "9 before I got here, probably 15 now. I don't know" "18 boy..18...and Paul's going to be the 19th...and the 20th is going to be me" "Oh fuck yeah" Immediately they moaned in unison and a cry of ecstasy erupted out of the twink I remained in my seat, rubbing my limp cock as if its going to change anything. "That's enough for tonight, fag. What do you say Paul?" "Fine by me. You think your boy there can clean him up? He's learning isn't he?" Paul looked back toward me. Uncle then added. "Oh I know he wants to. Come over, Brad. You know what to do. Come on fag, party's over. Hold it in." The twink straighten his legs to detach himself. A tiny trail of cum flowed down his balls. I didn't hesitate to get on the bed. I was still in my tanktop and shorts. I got closer to Paul who pulled away from the twink. He inserted his finger to feel the warm cum, pulling it out to feed it to me. Uncle remained on his back, hands still held onto the twink's hole to lift it up. I went in without a second thought. I had never done this before. The substance I had smoked compelled me to do it. It was as if I was on autopilot. I slurped and swallowed the cum pouring out of the twink by the quarts. It gushed out faster than I could gulp, spilling out of the edges of my mouth to coat my jaw and neck. Uncle then pulled the twink away from me. "That's enough for tonight. Don't be greedy. Leave some for Paul" "Oh don't mind me Abe, I'm enjoying the view of the feast as it is. The fag's all yours. I'll just have some afters" Paul held my shoulder and turned it to face me. He grabbed my head with both his hands to turn it up and licked the cum on my face. His tongue grazed from my cheeks down to my collar bone. It went back up to then intrude my mouth. His tongue slithered with mine before he pulled back to clasp my mouth open to spit into me. I then hear Uncle Abel speak. "A+. That's all for today boy. Go back to your room. Let us finish the rest. Give me your uncle a goodnight kiss." I ducked to get close to him and he gave a smooch, tasting whatever cum that's drying on my face. I quietly shuffled to go back to my room. Back on my bed, I tried to turn the TV on, pressing any button I could to see if there was more of what I had watched. The screen lit up, showing David sitting on a stool. Hunter and Frank were next to him. They tell him that he's officially a part of the family and that he's ready to build new bonds. "There's another boy around your age who's been begging to be next. Wanna test your stinger? Name's Greg." Jackpot. I can't wait to see how this one will be like. I don't care if I can't jerk off or come. All I wanted was to watch more. Understand Uncle more. It took a while, but eventually I not only learnt but mastered the lessons that Uncle was about to subject me to.

Danny was a 20 year old young gay man. Dark hair, thin twink body. He went to college out of state. He had found a room to rent near campus. Renting a room was a lot cheaper than a dorm. Danny rented it from an older man named Max. Max was 55. He had lost his husband of 18 years. Three years ago. Max saw in renting a room not only additional source of income. But not be alone. Max liked to smoke meth. He was open about it. Helped him when he thought of his late husband. Danny would turn him down when Max would offer him a hit. midterms and a bad breakup were in the cards for Danny. Danny had gotten some of his assignments done. But was behind on others. His relationship with Grant ended when Danny caught him in bed with another guy. “How are you doing with your assignments for your midterms?” Asked Max. “Not good.” Danny answered. “Is there anything I can do to help you?” Max asked. “No.” “But I appreciate you asking.” Danny said smiling at the man. Danny’s assignments were getting overwhelming for the young man. On top of that Max found out that Grant moved on with the guy he had been cheating with. Coming home and seeing Max’s pipe, Danny debated. But one hit wouldn’t hurt and Max would never know. For over an hour, Danny. Kept taking hit after hit. When Max came home and saw the young man high as a kite. Danny surprised said. “I’m sorry, I was only going to take one hit.” “Don’t worry about it, Danny.” “You have a lot on your plate.” Max said has he refilled the pipe and took a hit himself. Both men were eye and touchy with each other. Max turned on older men creamping young jocks. Max rubbed the young man’s shoulders and back. Max was hard between the porn and massaging Danny. Who also was hard. Max kissed Danny. “Let me make love to you Danny.” “Nobody will know.” Danny in his state of mind and being vulnerable Let Max fuck him. Max had a small belly and dick. Danny was smooth. Flat ass. Thick 9 inch dick. Max sucked Danny, who was enjoying Max’s blow job. Max got Danny into missionary position and got live and rubbed it on Danny’s ass and his dick. Max thrust in and out of Danny’s ass. Which was red and sore. “Shit” Max said “I’m about to cum.” “I decided I’m to cum inside you.” Danny enjoying it didn’t think to stop or ask Max his status. Making the connection that Max might be HIV positive. But I that moment. Danny didn’t care. He was flying high and enjoying himself. Max shot his loads into Danny’s ripped open ass. The next day Danny acted like nothing happened. And went about his day. Max knew it would be a matter of time when Danny would find out that due to his years of pnp that Max was positive and his partner died of it. And that Danny could be infected with the virus. But until then Danny would continue to smoke meth and get fucked by Max. And occasionally some of Max’s other friends who loved getting high and taking turns fucking a twink raw.

Today FB and me managed to hookup: After some lengthy sucking of his beautiful cock I shot my load while riding him. Then we changed position so he pumped his load as deep as he could while I was lying face down. Loved it.

I've learned not to interact with anyone wearing puppy masks on the LGBT Politics forum. They're the most ferocious.

Hey man. . . .well said. . .EXACTLY as it is an addiction and one I personally and proud to admit. I relate it to being like a vampire, but instead of a thirst to feed on blood, I feed on sperm. I can hardly go longer than a few days without being fucked and filled with another guy's "life force." I feel bitchy, lethargic and the craving (again like a vampire) becomes quite real. I lost my virginity at 12 when I was "turned" and my thirst for cum was first apparent about two weeks after that. I would get online and look for guys that were into breeding underage guys and thankfully. . .that was not a problem. 🙂 Yes, I was essentially getting my brains fucked out by so called "Pedophiles" but I was not forced to. . .I wanted to. Too many people want to cast judgement and that is messed up and why some guys feel ashamed to enjoy being fucked for fear of being called a slut, whore, etc. I personally am proud to be called that and wear it like a badge of honor and EARNED it. Usually it's those people who aren't getting laid that are the problem. Life is too short, have fun, let go of the drama and enjoy it. I do. My last loads were yesterday starting at 10 AM when I had a buddy plow me silly for like four hours. After he was drained, I got online in my car and within 15 minutes, was on my way to meet up with my next top who was college boy at OSU and he fucked and bred me for a couple hours in his dorm. Once back in the car, I got back online and was on my way to this straight guy's condo who lived with his fiancé but he was craving pussy while she was out of town. He took me upstairs to their bedroom and within 30 seconds , he had me stripped and all fours on their bed eating me out for like five minutes and then just thrusted his dick right into me (which I love) and my eyes were rolling into my head as he continued for the next thirty minutes before he gave me his first load. Best part was he asked if he could go again and Didn't even have to rest or pull out of me. When he was drained , I just laid there with a huge smile on my face and then zipped up and left. While still in his development, I got back online and found another guy who was married but his wife wouldn't take his loads and was more than happy to give him what he needed while her loss was my gain. I normally am not into meeting new guys at public places but he wanted to fuck me at this local park that has one of those old covered bridges and said he wanted to fuck me there. Both scary and hot at the same time I said WTF and was so glad I did. He was a super hot and hung red neck kinda guy who claimed he was 30 but looked a lot younger than that. The minute he got out of his truck he goes "You ready to get that boy pussy filled?" (instant turn on as I seriously love a direct kinda guy who knows his role. 🙂 We waked over to the bridge (the place was deserted) and once in the bridge he told me to drop my shorts and bend over. No hesitation on his part because the second they dropped he too was a "thruster" and was already balls deep in me and heard him moan while telling me I had an awesome pussy and that I was his faggot boy bitch. I love guys who can freely express themselves and it made me even hornier. The only down side was he wasn't in me maybe ten minutes until he started pumping harder and faster and then the throbbing followed by what was 8 or 9 squirts of his sperm. He pulled outta me , said "thanks man" and walked off. 🙂 He got what he wanted and so did i. Now. .. lets see who I can get today!

Knowing a part of me as he leave and goes back to his normal life keeps me going. It's hot thinking about him going home and either fucking or getting fucked by his mate.

I was 16 and I asked my then gf to fist me. I enjoyed it so much that after that first time, I was able to fit it into my schedule about every few weeks.

Anyone else got a piercing fantasy? It’s been a fantasy of mine for ages to have a cock inside me whilst getting a piercing. I now report I have ticked this off the list and it was one of the most incredibly horny and intense experiences! I found a horny lad who found it a huge turn on also and as a bonus he had a huge gleaming PA in the end of his impressive dick. He thought he would be able to have his dick in me, me on my back, whilst he added not one but two piercing to my scrotum ladder. Here’s how it worked I prepared everything needed for his arrival. He stripped off and pushed me to my knees to allow me to spend time sucking his dick and enjoying his PA as he tried to ease it into my throat. When he was ready he got me onto my back on the bed and slipped his dick in me for a quick fucking. When ready I was made to have my legs in the air whilst he grabbed the needle and added the first bar. It was a real turn on to have his dick in me while he pierced me. He added the jewellery bar, cleaned it up and fucked me some more. Then he repeated the process and added a ring at the other end of the ladder. I left a choice of different size rings for him to choose from and I notice he picked the biggest. This time he needed more room so eased back slightly, leaving just the head of his dick and that PA inside me whilst he pierced me again. It felt so intense! Again, he cleaned up and again finished the piercing with some hot fuck pounding action! The horny fukka could have just shot his load inside me, but no, he made me get on all fours and he led back where he could admire his handiwork and wanked off, shooting a huge amount of cum! I was the made to use my tongue and clean him up. I now get turned on every time I feel the piercings he added. He has since messaged and wants to give me more, converting me to become PA owner too. I am so fucking tempted! I am sure it is just a matter of time! Anyone else crave a piercing fuck?

couldnt agree more. if i was doing a scene with a guy in a mask id fuckin hate that shit

I love cheating too. I can't resist breeding different asses every week, while my boyfriend has no idea.

Don’t wait - why not enjoy life’s pleasures while you can!

English is not my mother tongue. I like what this site provides, so I make some efforts. After all, I do not own this site, so I respect its intent. And, yes, there are some rules that I do find annoying, but I can live with them. As for the moderators, continue your great job!

Yes, I was pointed out. I was a swim captain, handsome, tall, physically fit, and an award-winning swimmer. Guys would whisper to each other about me, saying that I was gay and eager to suck rock-hard cocks. I was a boarding school student - about 2 years ago - and showered together with swimmers on my team. While showering, I spotted some of the guys looking at each other and smiling while looking at me. It came to a head (no pun intended) one night. I was returning to the school as a carload of 4 student swimmers pulled up in the parking lot. They had been drinking and were laughing and joking with each other. One of the guys spotted me and the laughing and joking ceased. I was called over to the car. One of the guys asked me what I was doing out so late at night. We chatted briefly, then the guy, Lance, asked if they could come up to my room to continue our conversation. I said yes. The guys were handsome and I was turned on. I had imagined what it would be like to have sex with them. I had no doubt why they wanted to come up to my room. I caught one of the guys winking at the others as we walked up to my room. Once inside my room, Lance boldly asked if I knew what they wanted. I repeated what Lance had said outside. Lance began rubbing his crotch and said that he knew that I was a cocksucker. He came closer and invited me to touch his crotch. I was so turned on that I did exactly what he asked me to do. Of course, his boldness was fuelled by alcohol. As I touched his crotch, he asked me if I would like to have a closer look at his cock. Without answering, I slowly unzipped his jeans, pulled his jeans and shorts down, and his cock sprung forward, displaying a cock at least 8 inches long and thick. I squeezed his cock and licked the precum that dripped from his cock head. I then took his cock into my mouth and sucked it until he shot a thick, creamy load into my mouth which I swallowed immediately. The other guys had already taken their cocks out of their pants and came forward to have their cocks sucked. I swallowed 4 creamy loads. Before they left, they told me that they hoped that my being their swim coach I would still be willing to work with them. I told them that what we did would not affect my work with them. I couldn't resist sucking their cocks and continued doing so until the end of the school year.

I don't produce much myself. Some, but hardly the copious amounts I've experienced with some guys.

I too admit I LOVE cheating. Being fucked is the BEST feeling ever and if the tops that fuck me are also cheating it's a mind rush for sure. Just something so "primal" about it and the fact that "monogamy" is a made up thing makes it all the better! Getting home before my bf gets off work so I can look all innocent while him not having a clue that I'm full of nut from other guys is the best too. . . .:) Pretty skilled at it too I must say. . .somewhat of an art. Only been caught twice. . . .once by a guy I had started dating for like a week and was super cute but couldn't fuck me right. He had stopped by and fucked me one day and after he left I got back online and within 20 minutes had another hot guy (with a HUGE dick) that knew how to fuck balls deep in me. I was on my back legs up and after about fifteen minutes of having him in me, I was in such an oblivious mood that I didn't notice the guy I was dating had walked into my bedroom. He freaked out of course and was like "WTF, seriously?!" I didn't care. . . .and knew the guy screwing me could take him easily if he started shit so I looked right at him with a cocky smile and said "Sorry Nate, but notice this guys dick. . . .it does to me what yours simply can't - bye" He left still cussing but that guy I had cheated on him with became the next boyfriend about two weeks later. Needless to say I cheated on him of course too but he never found out. . . . . . 🙂 The second time I was at an after hours party and high as fuck when my friend's boyfriend hit on me and asked if he could fuck me. DUH!!!!! He took me upstairs to a bedroom and within five minutes or so he was balls deep in me and we both were loving it. That is til about thirty minutes (and his first load in me) later. . .he was back in me going for round two when the door opens. Thinking it was another guy that wanted to three way with us, I said "come get some stud." The voice I heard reply was my friend saying "Clearly my boyfriend is already giving you that." We stopped for a second and looked up and he had already walked out. I said "Dude, you ok?" He said "I am now" and kept fucking me. He busted his nut again and then we left together with two other guys to continue the night! 🙂 LOVE IT!!!!!! 🙂

“Randy broke up with Paul because he was poz...BUT that’s not what happened!” I said “What? You just said…” Arthur started to question me but I interrupted. “A month ago, I met Paul at Burkhart’s..,” I began… Randy and I had gone out after having dinner at some restaurant named after a cow or something, CowPoke or something...anyway, we were chatting and drinking and having a great time when Randy got called it to work. He left and I stayed to have a few more drink and I planned to get a ride home from friends I was bound to run into. Paul approached me and asked about Randy and were we dating. I said yes and we started making small talk. Paul was cute but I could tell he was a bottom and was definitely not interested in me just as much as I was not interested in him. But still, you can never have enough friends. Eventually Paul confessed that he was Randy’s ex and wanted to warn me and tell me how and why they broke up. At first I got really nervous because what kind of psycho would approach someone at the bar only to dis the person they had been with. It really freaked me out but I stayed calm and just listened to Paul explain. They had been together for a month before Randy started asking about bringing other guys into the bedroom. Paul was ok with it and Randy began inviting other tops over as long as they wore condoms. That’s how they met Donnie. Donnie was a 6’ adonis, very muscular jock type. Nice dick and a great chest. He knew what he liked and how he liked it. He was in his 40’s but still hot as hell and Paul loved sucking his cock. Donnie sat at the top of the bed and Paul eagerly downed his cock while Randy started eating Paul’s ass, something that Paul loved and Paul moaned over Donnie’s cock the whole time. Donnie continually encouraged Paul with a barrage of “Damn that’s good,” “You’re great at that,” and “Damn you like dick.” He also berate Paul by calling him “another dumb-ass faggot.” All the while Treasure Island Media played on the TV. Paul didn’t care he was in heaven, a cock in his throat and a tongue in his ass. What could be better he thought. Randy then removed his tongue and went to the bedroom closet and brought out the bag. I know what’s in that bag. A mask, a few dildos, a butt plug, some other toys I can’t think of right now, a collection of little brown bottles, and a mask for those bottles. Paul's hard cock got a little harder because he liked those brown bottles. Randy got a hell yeah from Donnie as he passed Donnie his own bottle. Randy took a sniff then attached one bottle to the mask and then did the same with another brand and then finally helped Paul put the mask on. And the euphoria began as Paul once again started sucking Donnie’s cock while Randy started fucking him. Paul removed the mask when it got to be too much but occasionally Randy would ease his thrusts and Donnie would hold that bottle close to his cock so Paul could get another whiff. It didn’t take long before Randy started moaning that he was going to cum and did, planting a nice load deep in Paul. Randy came close so Paul could clean the cum from his cock and Donnie moved to take Randy’s place. Paul kept the bottle to Paul’s nose. It took about five minutes till Paul realized that Donnie was not wearing a condom. When he made a mention to Randy about it, Donnie laughed and Randy just held the bottle under his nose again and said, “it’s ok,” “it’s fine.” Paul didn’t object after that, he just let it happen and enjoyed it. Eventually Donnie dumped his load in Paul as well. Randy immediately moved behind Paul and inserted a butt plug from the bag into Paul's ass before Paul had a chance to move. Donnie once again presented his cock to Paul for cleaning before getting dressed and letting himself out. But not before laughing and calling Paul a stupid faggot once again. Randy then moved in to kiss Paul and they started making out as Randy laid Paul back onto the bed. Paul was in heaven and at that time thought that Randy was the one and would have let him do anything. Randy removed the butt-plug and replaced it with the biggest dildo they had, Rocco Steel, and continued to fuck Paul. Slowly at first but then picking up pace. Paul kept the bottle and eventually he was begging for more as Randy rammed the dildo in and out of him. Throughout the dildo fucking Randy continued to encourage Paul as well as degrade him, which Paul was coming to enjoy more and more. Paul indicated that he was getting close and Randy stepped it up a bit. The last thing Paul heard before he shot his load was Randy telling him that he was “a good boy for taking Donnie’s poz load” because Randy had always wanted to watch someone get pozzed. Paul was furious and demanded to know why Randy would do that. Randy seemed indifferent, even proud that he had done it. Paul yelled at Randy for ten minutes he said until he came down a bit and it was then he realized he still had the dildo inside of him. He got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to clear himself but there was not much left it had all been churned and pushed deep inside of him. All he could do at that point was shower. “Wow,” said Arthur and nothing else. “When he got out of the shower Randy had gone somewhere so Paul dialed the local clinic but broke down halfway through dialing the number. He just went to bed but he did decide to end it with Randy.” “I would to! To think someone would be that twisted.” Arthur said trying to find some reasoning behind this. “But wait, there’s more...”

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I often like to think that there are just enough of us to go round. If we lived in a society where all men were open to their sexual urges and not subject to societal pressure to repress them, then there would be just enough cocksuckers/cumdumps to satisfy their carnal lusts- a natural balance in the order of things. As it is, only a small percentage of men truly embrace their sexual selves, so it often seems like there’s a surplus of cocksuckers/cumdumps all competing for a limited pool of cock. Oh, if only men would truly open up- we’d be in such demand!

When I was 30, I was on Grindr one night while on break at work. This blank profile messaged me saying he was at the sleazy sex motel down the street and was ass up looking for anon loads in his dark room. I got the room number and headed over to breed his ass. (This was before I was a filthy cumdump). I walk in hard and go in with just spit. He grunted in pain, since he didn’t know I was pierced, but quickly started moaning with pleasure. I nutted in him deep then flipped him around and made him clean his ass off my cock. I left and went back to work. The next morning, after work, I had a message from him on Grindr. It said “I’ve wanted to have sex with you since you were in high school, but you were too innocent then. Thanks for making my dream come true.” Still have no clue who it was.

In the vibrant city of Graz, where the night was as lively as the people who populated it, Lukas met a man he knew only as "Pascal." It was a FF date Lukas had longed for, and anticipation hung heavy in the air. They had arranged to meet in a discreet apartment filled with dim lighting and the scent of incense. The atmosphere was charged, full of promises and unknown possibilities. Lukas, a slender man with dark hair and a shy smile, was already in his second round of the evening. This time he was passive, ready to surrender to his partner's desires. He had consumed 3-MMC through his nose, and the high had uninhibited him, heightening his senses. Add to that the poppers, which immersed his head in a cloudy euphoria. Everything felt more intense, every touch, every glance. Pascal, a muscular man with a dominant demeanor, had taken control. He was experienced, his movements confident and purposeful. Lukas felt the drugs further weakening his inhibitions, and he was thirsty. "Can I have some water?" he asked in a raspy voice. Pascal nodded and briefly disappeared from the room. Time seemed to stretch as Lukas waited. It seemed strange to him that it took so long, but he pushed the thought aside when his partner returned with a glass of water. Lukas drank greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. But about ten minutes later, everything changed. His consciousness seemed to dissolve, as if he were slipping into another reality. He was no longer fully present, but observing himself from a third person. It was as if he were dreaming, but at the same time, everything was so real, so intense. He saw Pascal leaning over him, his hands wandering over Lukas's body as if it were a work of art to be explored. Lukas felt nothing, but he saw it. He saw three large dildos lying on the bed, shiny and threatening. His heart rate quickened as he watched Pascal take one after the other and shove them into Lukas's hole. It was impossible, he thought, this couldn't be true. But he saw it, clear and distinct. When he came to later, after what felt like an eternity, he was confused. His body felt heavy, as if he'd walked through a battlefield. "What happened?" he asked, his voice shaky. Pascal looked at him, his face expressionless. "You were taking too much Meph and poppers, man. You were out of it." Lukas shook his head, his mind working feverishly. "But I saw... I saw you... three dildos..." His voice trailed off. Pascal laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Lukas's spine. "It was just a dream, man. You took too much." But Lukas wasn't sure. He remembered the images, so clear, so real. Had Pascal put something in his water? Keta, perhaps? He'd heard it could put people into a state where they were unconscious but aware of everything around them. But when he confronted his partner, he denied it. "I didn't do anything. You were just exaggerating." Lukas didn't know what to believe. Was it a dream? A hallucination triggered by the drugs? Or had it really happened? He felt helpless, trapped in a web of doubt and confusion. His body felt alien, as if it were no longer his own. When he finally left the apartment, the night air cool on his skin, he was certain of only one thing: This experience would change him forever. The question of whether it had been reality or a dream would haunt him for a long time. And somewhere, deep inside, he felt that he might never know the truth. The streets of Graz were empty as Lukas slowly walked home. His head was heavy, his thoughts confused. He wondered if he would ever trust his perception again. And as he disappeared into the darkness, the memory of the three dildos, of the helplessness and uncertainty, lingered like a shadow in his mind.

Honestly…what percentage of the population are we ? Meaning cock hungry sluts? We are def not the majority …what do you guys think ? And out of the gay population..how many openly gays are like us? Curious

Good boy! What he doesn't know. . . . . 🙂 Guys aren't supposed to be monogamous . Fuck that.

Actually happened. Met up with a guy off Scruff the other night. Chubby guy, but so my type. I actually didn’t think he would be into me but seemed keen. Facial hair and thick 8” cock. I was a bit concerned about the thickness and hoping he wouldn’t be too rough. Came over and straight away was kissing me in the hallway. Then straight to the bedroom and clothes off and some p[passionate making out on the bed. He got hard straight away and was rock hard. So flipped me over and slid straight in. Thank god I stretched with a dildo before he came over. About 5 mins of fucking and he grunted and groaned and was flooding my insides with a huge load. Rolled off me and turned me over and spent about an hour making out and kissing and cuddling. Was such a good kisser. Then hard again, so flipped me back over and he was back in me fucking me again. The first load must have been huge as this time there was cum all over the sheets, and it was slopping as he fucked me. Again, he dumps another load in me staying in me for about 5 mins kissing my neck before going soft. He stayed another hour, just talking, kissing and making out. He was cuddling me from behind caressing me when I felt his hard cock again against my back. I just cocked my leg, and he was inside me again. Not long before a third load was pumped into me wet sloppy hole. We made out some more and he left. Me sore and literally wet and leaking cum. Fell asleep naked with all his seed in me.

@negchaserlooking 🙂 @kitpig I mean, he is being paid to do a job. Just not maybe the standard form of payment is all. @nymidtowneast Thanks! Glad to hear it! @Medwaym Sorry to disappoint... but not yet... @plymsleazebear Do we? Are you sure? @billy88666 Like I said, sorry to disappoint. But we do have a few more stops... So, I'm going to try and get at least one update a week as my schedule at work allows, but I do have a certain something in the works that I am not ready to talk much about. (Those who know... know) Shouldn't take away from this story, but I'll go into detail when it's closer. Anyways, enjoy, and don't forget to leave a comment or suggestion on where you want to see it going! ---------------------------- Lesson 9- Power Lunch I sat back and relaxed in the leather seats, watching in silence as the radio softly played, not paying much mind to what was on. Occasionally, Greg would put his hand on my thigh and rub it, turning his head slightly towards me, his eyes hidden behind the dark aviator style sunglasses on his face. As the suburbs slowly gave way to the taller buildings of downtown. My ass throbbed, and I began to feel a slight dampness in my ass, as the loads in my ass slowly leaked out, despite my desperate attempts to hold them in. I began to shift slightly in my seat, not sure of why to do to protect leather below me. Suddenly, Greg slowed the SUV down, turning on his turn signal before pulling into an abandoned alley way. In silence, he put the car in park, sending something on his phone before grabbing my shirt and pulling him into a deep kiss. We sat in the muted silence of the car, our tongues slowly rubbing against each other as Greg slowly reached under my shirt, giving my well abused nipples and few painful pinches before slowing working his hand around to my back, and let his hand slip under the band of my sweatpants. His finger tips brushed up against my hole, feeling slick as a small glob of cum leaked out. Chuckling, he broke away, inspecting his finger before dipping it in his mouth, sucking it clean. “Looks like your Uncle Ben did quite the number to that pig hole, boy,” he said, smiling, “Did you enjoy getting a nice dirty load from his fat bear cock today?” I nodded, breathless from the kiss. “Yeah, bet that hole is fucking winking at me right now, all nice and stretched out now. Uncle Ben has the family strain, so you can take as many loads as you want from him,” Greg explained, running his now spit slicked finger through my hair, “He’s lonely after his breakup, so we sent him your number so that he can text you when he needs a hot little twunk like you to unload in. Just know that the men we will allow to breed you all will have our strain, so when you do get knocked up, we will know its at least ours. And if you’re especially good for the men who breed you, you might get a few fun surprises from me and Daddy Mike. That sound good, boy?” I nodded, feeling turned on and uncomfortable at the same time, part of me loving the idea of being passed around, and the other nervous at random men being given permission to use me. Reaching into the glove box, Greg pulled out a rather decent looking butt plug, slightly different from one they’d given me before. “Don’t want Uncle Ben’s hard work leaking out all over these seats, do we?” Greg asked, before spitting on the tip of it, “Let’s get those sweatpants down and help your battered hole keep that tainted load in. Besides, we don’t want you leaving a snail trail where we’re going next.” I looked around for a second, and not seeing anyone around, I slowly arched my back and lifted my hips forward, pulling the sweat pants off. Greg motioned for me to turn around and show him my ass, to which I silently complied. Slowly, Greg shoved the plug into my ass, taking his time and making me feel it as the plug slowly stretched my ass open. “Fuck yeah, your puffy little hole is drooling at me right now,” Greg said, snapping a quick photo of it with his phone as he talked, “Looks so nice and happy to have another load of bugs in it. I bet it wants stuffed again.” Finally, the plug slid home, and I felt it pressing slightly into my prostate, making me groan. Giving a playful pat on the base, began to push my ass back towards the seat. Slowly, I sat back down, before pulling my pants back up, noticing a slight damp spot at the crack. “Perfect fit in that sexy hole, boy” Greg said, smiling as he sat back in the seat and put the car back in gear, waiting as I slowly buckled my belt, each movement causing my prostate to be jabbed. ——— Not long after, we continued the drive before coming up to a tall glass building, pulling into the underground parking below it before getting out, and walked towards the elevator. With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened and we rode it in silence, as Greg texted someone. Finally, we came out into the lobby, and began walking to a small cafe. We waited a few minutes before being seated, with Greg taking the seat at the 4 top facing the door and motioning for me to take the seat opposite. We made small talk, looking over the menu when I saw Greg waving at me. Slowly, I turned around and looked to see who he was waving to, noticing Mike talking to someone before giving us a small wave. I smiled, and turned back around when Mike began to walk over, someone in tow behind him. Suddenly, Mike took a seat, giving Greg a small peck on the cheek as he motioned for the other person to sit. “Go ahead and take a seat while you wait,” Mike said, smiling, sitting casually in his light blue button-down shirt and slacks, a smart blue tie pulling the entire look together, “You can sit here while you wait for the offices’ orders. I’m sure all the staff will appreciate you doing this for them.” “I really appreciate you buying us lunch, sir,” an extremely familiar voice said, as they sat down. “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling up at the person as he sat down, “This place is pretty busy, so I already texted the firm and told them we're take an hour and a half lunch today. So, feel free to take a load off while you wait.” I jumped slightly as I looked over, seeing none other than my older brother Ryan sitting down in the chair. Panic began to set in as my mind began to race, trying to figure out what to do. I drew nothing but a blank as to why I would be here, and felt my heart begin to race. “Riley?!” Ryan said suddenly, seeing me as he sat down next to me. “Oh wow, you two look almost like twins!” Greg exclaimed, smiling as he pointed first at me and then Ryan, “I’m guessing you two know each other?” “Hey Ryan…” I said silently, trailing off, wishing I could sink into the chair and die. I shot a nervous look at the Greg and Mike, suddenly convinced that this was now part of an elaborate prank to out me to my family. My mind immediately imagined my entire family walking into the crowded cafe, the two men suddenly filling them in on everything that had transpired, complete with photos and video, somehow playing on the flat screen in the cafe, currently displaying a midday news report. “Uh… yeah… this is my younger brother Riley. He’s back from his first year in college…” Ryan began to explain, before turning to me, confused, “Riley… what are you doing here?” “Oh, he’s a neighbor of ours and I invited him to lunch to discuss taking over the lawn care at our new house,” Greg explained smoothly, “We’re just so busy with my work and Mike is busy here running his firm, we just don’t have any time to work on our back yard. Your brother comes…” Cutting himself off, Greg reached for the glass of ice water, taking small gulp from the perspiring cup, before setting the glass back down. “Highly recommended from all the neighbors,” Greg said, clearing his throat slightly, “Even your parents recommended him. Asked us to keep him busy while you both are here for the summer.” “He just mows lawns over the summer for a little cash,” Ryan said, a slightly confused expression on his face as he turned his head, looking over at me. “Son,” Mike said, smiling, “Don’t underestimate your brother. One of my friend’s personally said he was extremely happy with all the hard work you brother did. Did an amazing job with seeding their yard today.” I blushed, suddenly realizing the hidden innuendo laced in Mike’s comment. “Oh, um… sorry sir…” Ryan replied, now feeling somewhat reprimanded, “Sorry Rylie, didn’t know.” “No problem, son,” Mike said, smiling before taking a sip of water as well, “I’m gonna hit the head for a second.” With that, Mike slowly got up and made his way through the quickly filling cafe. Smiling, Greg gave me a slight nod, motioning at me to follow as my brother looked down, likely replying to a text. Quickly I stood up, causing Ryan to look up for a moment. “I need to use it too, be right back,” I replied softly, before stepping back from the table and following after Mike. Silently, I followed stiffly behind Mike, feeling as the plug began moving around inside me as we walked and we made it to a short hallway. Holding the doorway open, Mike took a look around at the empty room, before leaning over and whispering in my ear. “Let’s go over to the big stall, sexy boy,” Mike said, before letting the door shut softly with a slight thump. I walked over to the large handicap stall, turning around as Mike followed behind me shutting and locking the stall. I went to open up my mouth to ask what was going on and for him to explain why he was bringing my brother to lunch, the accusation of Mike and Greg wanting to out me on the tip of my tongue when Mike grabbed the back of my head and we locked lips, before suddenly making out. Dazed, I was silent as he pulled back, giving an appreciative growl as he felt my ass crack, pushing the base slightly deeper in my hole. “Been dying to kiss your dirty fucking mouth, boy,” Mike whispered, “Nice and smoky still too.” I could only sigh, still in a slight daze as he reached down and began to fondle and roll around my balls. “Daddy Greg sent me the video of you pleasing your Uncle Ben,” Mike continued, squeezing my balls tightly enough to let out a small whimper, “You were so fucking hot begging for that diseased load, letting him defile you as you admitted to him what you are to him. Saying your nothing but a fuck repository for our superior toxic loads. You like hearing that boy?” Mike pulled out his phone and unlocked it, opening some app and pressing a button. Suddenly, I felt as the plug in my ass began vibrating hard and wiggling around as if alive in my ass. I felt my legs threaten to give out, grabbing on to Mike for support. “Yeah, fucking feel that plug work those toxic bug loads deep into your guts,” Mike growled softly, “Greg and I saw that the other day and thought of you… a nice little plug to help out our sexy little jock boy. Daddy Greg said you earned a surprise for being a good little slut this morning, and after seeing the video, I agree. You like it?” I could only nod breathlessly as Mike slowly sat me down on the toilet, and began to unzip his pants. “We’re short on time boy, and I want that plug to do its work,” Mike said, giving his hard cock a few tugs before tapping the tip on my quivering lips, “Suck a load out for me boy and show me how much you appreciate your new toy.” I quickly got to work, sucking his cock like my life depended on it as the plug vibrated and wormed itself around inside my ass. Occasionally Mike would groan grabbing onto my hair and giving a sharp hip thrust, driving his cock deep into my throat, eliciting a gag from me. “Fuck yeah slut, take daddy’s diseased cock down that tight pink throat,” he groaned, barely loud enough for me to hear, “You look so fucking hot with your soft pink lips wrapped around my poz cock. Gonna love breaking you in and turning you into my perfect jock cum dump. Whore you out to all our friends and let them see how fucking sexy and dirty you are.” I groaned at the words he said, drool dripping down my face as I willed myself to breath through my nose. “Yeah, going to be so fun taking out time and infecting you with our friends. Shape and mold you until we convert you with our seed and make you our son. Fuck, then I want to take you to the bath house and see you take every diseased load there, see you smile and bend over, holding your pig hole wide open for every man to dump in,” Mike muttered, grabbing the sides of my head and fucking my face harder, “Become nothing but a sexy pig boy, smoking a fat cigar and opening your body up to be a disease incubator for your daddies. Let your daddies cover your body with tatts and piercings to our liking… you want that? Let us use and defile you?” I nodded slightly, unable to say anything as Mike continued fucking my face with vigor, snot now dripping out of my nose, mixing with the copious amount of spit. “Fuck, I’m gonna give you my load now boy, fucking swallow every single drop of my superior man cum,” Mike breathlessly growled, his legs shaking as I felt his precum begin to lube my throat, “Eat the load that’s going to help remake you into a perfect pig.” With that, Mike breathlessly gasped, pulling back slightly and shooting rope after rope of cum across my tongue. Not wanting to disappoint, I began to suck hard on his throbbing head, running my tongue around on the head, making him gasp again. “Fuck yeah, baby boy, keep milking Daddy’s dick like that,” Mike softly gasped, his hands grabbing a handful of my hair and held it in place, “Suck out every last drop.” After a minute or so, Mike pulled out, tucking his cock back into his underwear and zipping his pants up. Gently, he brushed my hair flat, before taking a small handful of toilet paper and helping clean me up. “Such a fuckin’ messy pig,” he said, smiling appreciatively, “Wait a few minutes to leave so we don’t make your brother think something is up.” With that, he tapped the screen of his phone and the plug stopped moving and vibrating. “Shit… Almost forgot to turn that off. Don’t need you cumming at the dinner table,” he said, chuckling softly. With that, he adjusted himself slightly and left the stall, causing the door to the bathroom shut softly. I waited a few minutes, my mind slowly clearing before I finally stood up, taking a quick piss in the toilet and flushing it. Silently, I looked back as the main door opened again. Part of my mind wondered if I was now going to suck Greg off, as my hormones raged, not having been able to cum still. I opened the door and slowly walked out, only to see my brother at the urinal, relieving himself. I walked over to the sink and began washing my hands, as I saw in the reflection of the mirror him finish up, before joining me at the next sink. “You ok? You both took a while in here, and you look pretty flushed,” Ryan said, nonchalantly, working his hands into a lather. “Yeah…. Um… there was a line and I really had to go…” I muttered, unable to think of anything better to say. “So… Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked, glaring at me. Ryan’s voice had a slight angry tone to it. My mind raced, thinking he had figured out what I had just done with his boss, unsure how he figured it so fast. “Tell you…. What…” I said, dumbly, feeling my stomach drop. “What do mean, ‘what’? That you knew my boss,” Ryan said suddenly, his annoyed expression looking at me in mirror, “I mean… Fuck! Could have used the heads up you know…” “I’m sorry… I didn’t know Ryan,” I said defensively, “Seriously. I’m just as surprised as you! Why are you so mad at me?!” “Fuck man… Sorry, I…” he said, sighing, "I just really want this internship to go well. This place is like the top of the top to work at. All the guys in my program were so fucking jealous when I got it… and I just… You don’t get it. I just really want this to at least go well.” I looked at him, a bit confused, wondering what he meant. The last I heard, he was doing awesome in school, their mom and dad not being able to constantly share all his accomplishments, only stopping to sprinkle in details of Jen’s ‘amazing and perfect’ wedding any time they had their friends over. “I mean, Mr. H…. He is so nice to work for… and the whole team is like super supportive…” Ryan said, gripping the sink, “It’s literally the best place ever. No place is like that.” I could only nod silently, reaching over and handing Ryan a few paper towels before grabbing some myself and drying my hands. “Thanks bro… we both better head out there and make a good impression,” Ryan said, sighing and tossing the bunched up towels into the small trash receptacle built into the sink, “You coming?” I nodded, doing the same before walking out of the bathroom, Ryan holding the door for me as we exited. “You ok? You’re kinda limping,” Ryan said, his voice barely cutting through the now somewhat loud din of the busy cafe. “Uh… back is still just a bit tweaked,” I lied, as I stiffly walked back to the table, both Mike and Greg talking to each other, heads close together. We both sat down, as Greg and Mike began to make small talk. Occasionally, Greg would shoot a slight grin at me as Mike talked work with Ryan. Suddenly, he tapped his screen, and I felt the plug begin to vibrate. With all the willpower I could muster, I forced myself to pretend to not notice it. A few more taps and the vibrating increased, making me shoot a look at Greg, begging him wordlessly to stop with my expression. He smiled, tilting his head slightly before tapping the screen again, causing it to briefly buzz even harder. I slowly squirmed, biting my lip. The toy began to pulse, causing me to finally grab on to the edge of the table, my knuckles white as I death gripped it. Suddenly, the waiter walked over and set several very large bags of food down on the table, briefly blocking Ryan’s line of sight to me. Greg glared at me more, his finger hovering over the screen, as I silently shook my head no, mouthing my words in silence, begging him to please stop. Satisfied, he smiled, and tapped on the screen, the toy stopping its assault in my ass. I let out a breath didn’t know I was breathing. Suddenly, Ryan reached over, extending his hand at Greg. “It was really great meeting you sir,” Ryan said, as Greg reached up and shook his hand. “Likewise, Ryan. From what Mike says, you’re fast becoming a great fit at the firm,” Greg said, smiling as Ryan released his hand. “I’ll see you up stairs Ryan. I’m going to talk business with Greg and your brother here about the yard. I already got the ticket, so go enjoy your lunch with the team.” “Thanks again for lunch, Mr. Hannigan,” Ryan said, waving his hand at Mike in thanks, before gathering up the bags and rushing out the door. I suddenly realized I had never heard Mike and Greg’s last name. Something about the name felt familiar, like I had seen the name somewhere before. I sat there in silence, before Ryan broke my thoughts. “I’ll see you at home, Riley,” Ryan said, before rushing out the door. Riley watched as he raced off, arms laden with the large amount of food as he rushed out the door and across the lobby, before stopping over to the elevators. “So, Daddy Mike says you put that talented mouth to work?” Greg said, suddenly bringing my attention back to the two seated. I blushed, as I looked around the room, wondering if anyone had heard him. “Don’t worry boy, too loud here,” Mike said, reassuring me. I relaxed back in the chair as Greg waved down one of the waiters. “Go ahead and order whatever you want,” Mike said, tapping his finger down on the menu in front of me, smiling, “The company is paying for lunch today, so don’t hesitate on price. Makes for a better write off.” I nodded, and glanced through the menu, shocked at the prices. On my limited college finances, I could never dream of paying for these prices. I felt almost bad as I finally decided on my meal, settling on the cheapest thing I could find. Greg and Mike both wordlessly gave me a slight frown, and we sat back, waiting for our food as Mike recounted his day so far, Greg nodding and interjecting occasionally. We ate mostly in silence, Mike and Greg cracking a few jokes and making small talk, making me smile as I slowly ate the salad and burger in front of me, my mind boggling at how such and affair could taste so amazing, and cost so much. Finally, Mike wiped his face clean, before standing up. “Got to head back up to work, babe,” with a nod, Greg took a quick bite of his steak before wiping his mouth as well. Quickly the two shared a brief kiss. “I’ll see you at home,” Mike said, “You two have fun running errands today.” Mike then leaned over, his face next to my ear as he softly spoke. “And you be a good little slut and make daddy proud,” he said, his breath tickling the hair on my neck as he spoke, making me slightly shiver and blush, “I can’t wait to come home tonight and pull that plug out of your hole and watch that toxic cum drip out of your gaping ass. Might even be tempted to drop a fresh one in there before I send you home as well depending on how well behaved you are for Daddy Greg.” With that, Mike gave a quick kiss on the top of my head. The small act for some reason made me feel more self conscious than I had felt before. Grabbing the ticket, he walked away I watched silently as he made his way over to the counter paying the bill and walking out casually, rushing slightly to catch the elevators and stepping on, turning his attention to the man beside him as the doors closed. “Ready to head out to the next errand,” Greg asked, looking a bit concerned as he saw the frown on my face, “We’re making great time and can hang here for a bit longer if you want…” Slowly, I shook my head no, and silently followed as Greg stood up and we walked back towards the elevators. I looked out the windows of the and noticed a large for lease building on the store front across the street, the company name bold in its finally familiar typeface, proudly reading GM Hannigan. I realized the name was of I had thought was some faceless entity, its signs all over the city as one of the few large property holdings companies in the city. I remembered the news brief a few weeks back, talking about the billion dollar company doing some sort of charity work for the children’s hospital. Next, I turned my attention to the bright touch screen display next to the elevator, listing all the companies in the building. My eyes looked down, recognizing the name again. Hannigan Architectural Design: Floors 31-35. I looked briefly at Greg’s back, as we both stepped onto the elevator and rode it down in silence to the floor we had parked on. Finally getting in the car, we sat in silence. I looked over at Greg, wondering why the car hadn’t started, only to be met with him staring at me. “Everything ok,” he asked, concerned at my sudden change in mood, “You can tell me. Won’t be mad.” “I… I just…” I said, unsure how to voice how I felt, “I dunno. You both are so rich and successful…” Greg only stared at me, waiting for me to continue. “I…. Just… I’m… I don’t think… I’m not hot enough for you both, am I?” I said, finally realized that I felt insecure, knowing that the amount of money they had meant they could have literally anyone they wanted. Confused, Greg looked at me, waiting for an explanation. “I knew you both had money… I’d have to be an idiot not to realize that,” I said, letting out a shaky laugh, “But… you both could literally have a supermodel at your doorsteps in a second. Someone much more experienced at everything. You… you guys should probably do that. I won’t be mad. I wouldn’t blame either of…” “Why would we do that,” Greg asked, cutting me off. The look on his face clearly showing he still did not following my line of logic. “I’m just so new to all this, and…. I…. What if you guys get tired of me not being experienced, or get tired of me needing to go slow,” I explained, “Like I said, you could pay for someone better looking than me, who is already perfect for you guys… from… I don’t know… like from a service or something. I’m so new to all this and you guys will probably get bored of me, or tired of me not…” “Oh… I see now,” Greg said suddenly, seeing what I meant, “Oh bud… we aren’t going to trade you in. You and your innocence is actually why we like you.” It was my turn to look confused. “Part of the fun is being the one to break you in, teach you new things,” he explained, chuckling and rubbing his hand on my leg, “It so hot knowing that we were the ones to shape you, make you perfect for what we want. You are right that if we wanted to have someone experienced and already exactly what we want, we could likely find that. But its so hot knowing you want to make us happy and become everything we want. You willingly becoming ours is something special to us. Knowing that you’re willing to get infected with our virus to become our boy is so…. Fucking… HOT….” I smiled a little, feeling happy for some reason those words. “Don’t you know how boring it would be if we just hired someone already set to our whims,” he continued to explain, “ We tried that a while back. It lasted one fuck. And you… You are already a sexy piece of ass in our book, and being able to make you ours in every way… is just so fucking sexy and makes you even sexier for letting us do it. Being the ones to shape and mold you to what we want, look how we want… its a total rush for us. We don’t care if its slow teaching you, because we’ll know it was us to teach it to you. So stop worrying.” “I… I like how you guys are teaching me all this stuff about myself, and really appreciate you guys,” I said as I nodded, “I just feel like I’m being greedy I guess. I don’t want you guys to think I’m just in it for the money. You both are so nice, and I know I’m being paid so much already…” “We don’t think that, boy,” he said, running his thumb on my face, “We’re adults and would tell you if you were taking advantage of our generosity. Besides that, we like spoiling you. Is that why you got the cheapest thing on the menu back there?” Looking down, I nodded. “God, how did we happen to get such a sweet pig boy, on top of you being so fucking sexy and twisted,” Greg sighed to him self, running his hand through my hair before pulling my head forward and kissing the top, just like Mike had earlier, “Stop thinking like that, ok? Just let your daddies tell you if you are doing something wrong, and we can talk about it. Besides, if you don’t act up at least a little, how else are we going to have a reason to punish you?” I nodded again, feeling a little better and smiling a little at the idea of intentionally acting up just to be punished. Something deep in me had relaxed, having heard his words. “Let’s go do our next errand, ok,” he said, sitting back in his seat as he buckled back up, “We’re still making good time, so just sit back and put that hand to use.” I looked as he slowly unzipped his pants before grabbing my hand and placing it on his hard cock. “Keep Daddy hard while he drives, or you won’t get a treat when we get there, boy,” he growled, smiling and sticking an unlit cigar in his mouth. Pulling out his sunglasses, Greg shifted the gear in reverse, navigating out of the space expertly before putting the car in drive. “Fuck, I can’t wait ’til you see where we’re going next,” Greg said as we pulled out onto the city street, on our way to the next stop.

I know a few guys that unknowingly consumed K and their experiences particularly afterwards were exactly like what Lukas is going through. Great description. Any more Chapters?

One word: suction

I think when a top shares his bottoms with other tops is the true sign of an Alpha Top who really knows he’s always in control

19cm and uncut

in 8th grade I played soccer, and 9th grade I was what the coach called "Team Medic Boy". I was basically learned CPR, how to take care of minor injuries, wrapping sprains, and I was in charge of the medications for the team members. Because of this, I got to massage a lot of the upper classmen, wrap their ankles and wrists, and that lead to me and a fellow freshman started to fool around and it turned into me servicing him on the daily. He started getting cocky and pushing boundaries, that we got caught by some juniors and seniors and my title went from "Medic Boy" to "Team Slut". It was fun and I enjoyed doing it.

I started sucking off classmates when I was 13 and it soon moved beyond to getting fucked. One guy joked I was the town bicycle...everyone gets to ride it. Most everyone knew I was gay and willing to suck cock and it stayed that way through high school. I was pretty much a full on slut and open about it. And I wasn't the only guy who was. I loved nothing more than upper classmen wanting to give me a ride home in their car knowing it would end with me me taking their cock and loads.