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I moved to a place about 1 hour out of Melbourne with work about 6 months ago. I am 45 years old, average build, have a blonde moustache and short light brown hair. I started to go to a local Smokmart to get my smokes regularly and there was this young 20 something guy that was there almost every time I went. He was your typical taller young skinny guy with longer dreadlocks. He looked like your bohemian type of hippy guy. The loose fitting jeans and shirt. Not normally my type but he was always super friendly and asked what I was up to that day. I put it down to good customer service. But I found myself fantasizing about him more as he was so friendly. I used to carry a few kilos but had lost weight now and finally had a flat stomach. And starting to be able to wear slightly tighter clothes that show this. One Saturday I was the only guy there and buying smokes and I summoned the courage to say I thought his hair was nice and asked how long it took to grow it that way. Truth be told, I just wanted to explore talking to him more. I wasn’t expecting too much of a response as the age difference was so great. But he responded with a long explanation about how long it took. Then out of the blue he reached out his hand and introduced himself as Dan. Shocked, I shook his hand and introduced myself. As I was paying, he asked the usual question about what the rest of the day held for me. “Nothing much, just housework and maybe some computer games”. Which I suddenly realized was the same answer I always gave. Instinctively I asked the same of him which I normally did, and his response was different today. “Just work, but I finish at 7pm if you want to grab a drink”. I kind of froze in shock. This was completely out of the blue. I didn’t respond initially with a confused look on my face. Noticing this Dan explained laughing “I thought I would put you out of your misery. I see the way you look at me. So, let’s catch up. I do have a thing for older guys”. I manage to utter an “OK”. “Good, pick me up here at 7pm.” As I say this another customer walks in. I grab my smokes and as I leave in a bit of a confused stupor, Dan yells out as I leave the store, “see you at 7”. I am a bundle of nerves all afternoon as I try to process the visit that afternoon. But I throw on some tight jeans and t-shirt and head out at ten minutes to seven. I park out the front of the shop at a few minutes to 7 wondering what is happening and sure enough Dan comes out and sees me in the car waiting. A big grin comes across his face as he indicates to wait as he locks up. Dan comes over to my car and jumps in. “You came? I wasn’t sure if you would turn up”. “I wasn’t sure myself. You caught me off guard and I was, and I guess still am, wondering if I was imagining it. Or reading things wrong”. Dan then places his hand on my leg and says, “let me help resolve that now”. And leans across and kisses me there in front of the store. My cock almost immediately responds and is leaking precum before it even gets hard. Dan doesn’t remove his hand from my leg. “There’s a nice small pub a couple of blocks from here, I show you where.” He may be young, but he is confident and assumes control of the situation. But in a very respectful way. We drive to the pub and go in and to my surprise Dan buys the first few beers. We are standing at one of those standup tables drinking. We chat about our lives a bit and out of the blue Dan asks what took me so long. I explain the age difference and the overall difference in general, and he laughs and leans in and whispers in my ear “well you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. I love my men older”. After just one drink he suggests we step out for a smoke. We are the only two outside having a smoke when Dan leans in and smacks a deep tongue passionate kiss on me. “I have been waiting to do that since the first time you came in the store.” He then grabs my crotch which is now starting to show a small wet patch and says, “looks like you have been too.” Lost in the moment I blurt out, “then stay at my place tonight”. Dan quickly kisses me again. “You need to know something first. And this could be a deal breaker. It usually is.” Dan lifts his shirt up past his belly button to reveal a beautiful light brown treasure trail in the centre of his stomach leading down to the prize below his belt and to the left of that is a small scorpion tattoo. I reach over and feel it and it is still slightly raised as though relatively new. “Do you know what that means?” he asks. “Yes, and I bet there is a story behind it too. I would love to hear it sometime”. I respond. “Really? You still wanna hang out? Play?” he says inquisitively and a little shocked? “To be honest Dan, I want you more now than I did 5 minutes ago.” Dan leans in again and kisses me. “I think we should go back to my place and explore that and the story behind it even more”. Nothing more is said about it, we grab some beers in cans for later and we get in my car and head to my place. Again, Dan has his hand on my leg slowly stroking it the whole drive back. We get back to my place and crack open a few beers and sit on the couch to chat. I am so turned on by this guy next to me on the couch it is palpable. Dan turns to face me on the couch and I do the same and we intertwine legs facing each other as we drink out beers and chat. Dan explains that 6 months ago he went down to Melbourne and after a few too many drinks went to a sauna. He considers himself a top mostly, but after a few too many drinks he wasn’t really caring and was horny as hell. He was in the dark room fucking a guy when another guy came up behind him and started fucking him as he fucked someone else. Long story short, while he bred the bottom on the bench in the dark room, he took two loads himself. The rest was history. He never even saw the guys who fucked him. Two months later he was laid up for two weeks and the results came in. After some time of adjustment, he chose to own the decision and get the tattoo. Since then, his mates have been supportive, but essentially the sex stopped, and he hadn’t fucked anyone since. The few times he had some interest, but when he showed them the tattoo, they ran a mile. He wanted to take the mild flirting with me further a lot earlier but was certain the outcome would be the same and didn’t want another rejection. I crawled across the couch into his arms and started kissing him and could feel a huge bulge in his loose jeans as I did. I looked him in the eyes as I placed my hands on his hardening cock and said, “there isn’t a drop in these balls I will not take from a sexy man like you.” We kissed some more and then I said, “on that note, it’s time to relieve some of that pressure and show you how much I have wanted you.” I stand up and grab his hand and lead him to the bedroom. In the bedroom we stand and kiss for a few minutes as we remove each other’s clothes. What they say about some skinny guys is true with Dan. As I pull his pants down a thick nine-inch cock bounces out and a string of precum flicks onto my stomach. Dan laughs and says, “it’s been a while”. I respond, “far too long I would say. Let’s change that”. We make out some more and explore our bodies standing. I am mostly smooth all over, but Dan is your typical skinny, naturally smooth young guy except for this gorgeous light fuzz of hair that starts at his belly button and trails down to his natural trimmed bush around his huge cock. He really does look like he has a third leg. Not only is he big, but he is also rock hard, and his cock stands at complete attention. I know then and there I want that cock deep inside me. We climb on to the bed kissing, and I am on my back with Dan on top of me as we kiss and his cock is rubbing against my stomach. As we make out, I instinctively spread my legs, and he slides comfortably between them as we kiss. With a slight adjustment down with his hips Dans cock slides behind mine and starts rubbing along my hole. He is precumming so much the motion is like a massage with oil and driving me insane with lust. As the head of his cock catches my opening he stops and looks at me and says, “I mean it, I’m not on meds. If I go in there is not turning back. Are you sure?” I move my ankles over his shoulders, lean up and kiss him and say “positive”. Dan smiles and I feel the head of his cock start to put pressure on my hole. He takes it slow, and I feel his thick cock pop past the first barrier and feel a slight pain then pure ecstasy. “Keep going” I explain. As Dan slowly enters me, I can see the pure joy in his eyes. That look when you are getting to do something you haven’t for a while. Knowing how much this turns him on turns me on as well. Once he bottoms out, he holds it there to let me adjust. He is huge. Holding it there, he kisses me for a while and explains, “I won’t last long”. I kiss him back. “We have all night to keep trying”. Dan slowly starts to fuck me. He is constantly moaning and groaning, and I can see he is trying to hold on to extend the experience. I grab his small arse and pull it in balls deep and say, “let it go”. And Dan immediately begins to shudder and start yelling “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m cumming”. This goes on for some time and I can feel his cock twitching as he releases rope after rope of toxic seed in me. It feels magical. Dan slowly softens and pulls out with a plop and rolls on his back. I turn to him and run my hands all over his smooth body stopping at his tattoo and slowly stay there caressing it. Dan turns on his side to face me and begins making out with me some more. A far cry from the pump and dumps I am used too. “Sorry it was so fast. I couldn’t help it. It has been 6 months since fucking”. I kiss him and reply, “That’s ok. I wanted you inside me so bad, the faster the better. Besides, we have all night unless you have somewhere to be.” Dan reaches for his phone and says, “I’ll text my flat mates that I won’t be coming home tonight if that’s ok with you?” I respond with a kiss, “Perfect”. Dan then stays the night and fucks 3 more loads in me. We barely get any sleep. It is two weeks since that night, and Dan has not left. He has spent every night at mine, and decides to move in.

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.

Staying at the holiday inn Express hotel at the Trafford centre Wednesday 11th and Thursday 12th June. Offering myself up for breeding, no cock or loads refused

There was a seminary near the bathhouse I attended early on. Seminarians flocked to it, to let off steam. In the 1990's, there were just old mattresses on the second floor of the place, the perfect orgy/dark rooms. The seminarians were always up there, never in the single rooms. On a Saturday night, you would find a dozen men on each mattress, rutting in the dark, filling any hole at hand--and some of those men were certainly expected in church in a few hours. I had my cock up many a man of the cloth in training...

I recently got a Prince Albert piercing, saw there wasn’t many discussions on here about the process - so thought I’d post about my experience for those that are thinking about getting one. I’ve now had my PA for just over two weeks, so I might also update this as I continue on my journey with it. leading up to getting it I was very nervous. I’d been thinking about getting one seriously for about a year, but had been tempted for a lot longer then that. Everytime I had gotten close to booking in I chickened out being really scared about the pain. It took a lot of encouragement from a couple of guys I know to finally build up the confidence to book in and get it done. I’m in Melbourne, Australia, so I went to Piercing HQ in the inner suburbs. They’ve done hundreds of these piercings and I knew I’d be in good hands. That’s step one, make sure you find an extremely reputable piercing studio that has a great name for itself. If you’re near me, piercing HQ is the only place I’d recommend in Melbourne. the studio is extremely clean and hygienic, and all of the staff there were extremely welcoming, friendly and made and effort to make me feel comfortable. the appointment started with a consult about the piercing and taking a look at the jewellery. I want to eventually size up to a 2 or 0 gauge piercing, so out of the 3 starting options they recommended I started at 6 gauge. They don’t recommend starting any bigger than this, and that’s probably for the best. Looks can be deceiving, and compared to pictures I’d seen 6 gauge looks a lot bigger in real life compared to what I’d seen online. Might be because I was now picturing it being put in my dick… equally though, I’m glad I didn’t start any smaller. 10 and 8 gauge look way to small for my liking, but they may be perfect for other guys depending on your anatomy and taste. Next up I was taken into the actual piercing room. Again, very clean, very tidy, nice and comfortable. I was asked to drop my pants and get on the table and then we got started. The man doing the piercing started taking a look at placement, rolling back my foreskin to take a proper look at the head of my cock and find the right entry point. He was being supervised by a more senior piercer to make sure the placing was perfect. That took all of 3 minutes. The placement was marked by a toothpick dipped with black ink, barely felt it I had been nervous that I would get hard during the appointment, but in reality faced with a needle coming my way I was softer then I’d ever been. This is for the best as well, you don’t want any extra blood flow for what’s coming next. The piercer then took a couple of minutes to change gloves and get the jewellery ready. It had been properly sterilised with the proper machinery, so there was no worries in my mind about cleanliness. once ready he turned around and explained what he’d be doing. They use a tool, very similar to a sounding pole, but a lot more pointy, to enter into your urethra and act as a catch for the needle. Then they stick the needle in through the base of the head, and shortly after replace it with the jewellery. The most uncomfortable part of the process was the sounding pole entering my urethra. I have sounded myself before so it wasn’t unfamiliar, but the pointiness of the tool is a bit uncomfortable. I wish they were able to use a little bit more lube then they did, but realistically that discomfort was all of 30 seconds if not less. Once that was in my cock properly he explained that he’d be asking me to take a deep breath on his count, and as I took that breath he’d stick the needle through. I followed his instructions and as he stuck the needle in I felt a very sharp, but very quick, flash of pain. The pain was over in a moment, I would say less then 5 seconds. He then very quickly replaced the needle with the jewellery. At this point I had pins and needles in my hands and legs and was a bit light headed, but didn’t feel any pain - after the needle was done, so was the pain. One thing I hadn’t mentally prepared for was the blood. It makes sense in reflection, but being a cock piercing, there’s a lot of blood flowing through that area. And boy did I bleed a lot. He cleaned me up and wrapped my cock up with a combination of towels and used a glove over the top, secured with a rubber band to make sure it didn’t fall off. after a couple of moments we went back out to the main studio and began a bit of an aftercare consult. They explained to me all the precautions to take and the best ways to keep it clean and infection free. After paying, I was given the okay to leave. I did hang around in the studio on their couch for about 30 minutes, the light headedness was still there so I didn’t want to drive until I was ready. The staff were great, we had a bit of a chat, and after that I went on home. I had made sure to wear loose pants, but fitting underwear to keep things in place, but even with that the first day you are walking around like a pirate. Every movement is sensitive, and some movements create a little bit of pain. The worst part by far was the first time I had to pee. Following other online advice, I jumped in the shower for the first go and I’m glad I did. the first pee, and probably the first few after that, sting a lot. Drinking plenty of water to dilute it definitely helped, and that goes for the first few days if not week. The first pee though, was a lot of blood and honestly pretty gross. Being in the shower for this was the right bet, I was able to clean up easily and also take some time to appreciate how good the piercing looked. the first 2-3 days saw a fair bit of blood. The piercing will bleed significantly for the first couple of days, but each day you will see less and less. By day 4 there was only a little bit of spotting, and by day 5 there was none. I used a number of pads during this time to make sure everything stayed clean and hygienic. by day 4 I was that pent up from not cumming I decided to see if I could very gently get myself off. The aftercare instructions were simple, if it hurts don’t do it - yet. I was very slow and very gentle, and after what became a bit of an edging session, blew my load. Unsurprisingly to me there was a little bit of blood, but nothing like the previous days. Before the piercing I was also the kind of guy that shot ropes of cum - not anymore. The way the cum dribbled out of my cock was very different from what I’m used to, but it also seemed to make my orgasm last longer as my cock twitched more to try and push the cum out. Feels absolutely amazing. from then on I’ve been able to cum every day, but it’s only been after the two week mark that I can actually bate how I’m used to. Can have as much vigour as I want and the sensations from the piercing add a nice level to every orgasm. I’ve also been able to get back into fun. I’m a bottom so tops may have a different experience or timeline to me. But it’s been fun showing it off to all the guys. The only thing I’ve noticed is I may need to get bigger balls on the end of my piercing. When there’s lube on my cock the piercing has almost slipped out, with the ball entering my urethra and almost slipping out. I’ve caught it in time every time so far, but I imagine that’ll happen at some point. I’ve now had my cock sucked with it in now too, and it feels amazing. I’ve never been big on getting head, but I can see that changing now. A guys tongue slipping around the piercing sends waves down my cock and drives me crazy now. Overall I wish I had have done this years earlier. I’ve noticed compared to some people my healing has been very quick. I don’t know how much of a difference it makes but I’m uncut and have a very long foreskin. I think it helped the blood clot and speed up the healing process. I know of at least two cut guys who told me they had to wait weeks if not a couple of months before even bating. So it’s important to know this is my experience but yours might differ. There’s more I could write about the aftercare and about the first fun I had with it in, so if you have questions feel free to ask and I’ll respond when I can! If you want to see the piercing check out my X, same username as on here.

All depends….if he’s not wearing a raincoat, love it for hours and hours….but with a condom, even 5 minutes is too long…. Had a guy recently who wore one, and the feeling of polyurethane sliding down my throat is enough to make me retch.

Guys like this are more interested in cum than cock but don't wanna put in the work to extract the cum. That's a hard pass for me.

Cock worship, this! I'll take a quickie if i really need to nut bad but most of the time I have no interest. 1 hour minimum, prefer about two or even longer if I have the time.

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

Bit of a pig here, so I hang that loop from my PA as I cruise so the keys hang below my towel....

A guy said this to me before and i swear i have never been more horny for a man to fuck me and dump his load in me in my life. That sentence put me in heat for him!

Matthew quickened his pace as he hurried down the path. Bushes grew to either side, and trees branched overhead, a little green haven next to the busy road that he could still hear just a few metres away. Five minutes earlier he had parked up in a layby, and not daring to look around or meet anybody's eye, he had set off along this dead length of road, long ago abandoned as the main route had been straightened and converted to a dual carriageway many years before. It hadn't taken long for nature to reclaim the space and it got progressively greener and more private the further he went until suddenly everything opened up and his way was blocked by a fence as the path unexpectedly stopped just short of where the major road continued on its way. Matthew stopped and tried to calm his breathing and racing heart. He looked back into the bushes, turned and slowly walked back the way he had come, this time taking it all in. He had read about this place online. A cruising site for men to indulge in sex. The idea didn't exactly appeal, but it did make him curious. He wasn't entirely sure what he would find, but he had decided to come and look. Just look, and maybe get some vicarious excitement from knowing what went on. Thankfully he hadn't seen anybody else. There were other cars parked in the layby but he had rushed off quickly down the path, not wanting to draw attention. Just to look at the place he reminded himself. As he walked back he carefully looked around. He could now see little torn packets littered about in the bushes. He assumed they were condom wrappers and he turned one over with his foot. It was a sachet of lube. “God”, he thought. Every now and then he found other discarded items. Small bottles of poppers and little metal canisters. His heart quickened as he imagined what had been going on in the very spot where he was standing right now, amongst the detritus of other people's secrets. As he continued back towards where he had parked the car he saw two men walking towards him. They slowed as they approached. “Are you looking for anything?”, said the first man. He was a good deal older than Matthew's thirty-eight years. Late forties or early fifties with thinning sandy coloured hair and glasses. He reminded Matthew of his old physics teacher. “No”, replied Matthew nervously. The man seemed to look at him sternly, but maybe that was just association with memories of his teacher colouring the encounter. “I want to try sucking cock.” Matthew was shocked to find that he had just blurted this out. He suddenly felt scared. “I've never done it before”, he added. The two men looked at each other. The second man was older than the first, but he fitted the stereotypical description of a gay man that Matthew understood. Late fifties very tall with a shaven head and wearing a leather bikers jacket. “Alright”, said the first man. He loosened his trousers and took out his penis. Matthew was shocked that he was suddenly in this situation. It wasn't part of the plan. “Go on”, said the man holding it out. Matthew, not wanting to disappoint, crouched before it. It looked clean, he thought, it must be safe surely? It was semi hard and getting bigger as the man slowly massaged it in his hand. Seized by the moment Matthew suddenly opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around it. The taste wasn't unpleasant. Aromatic soap or body spray he thought. The feeling of it stiffening in his mouth made him excited. He ran his tongue around the length, sucked and bobbed his head up and down as he had seen women do in porn. There was a deeper salty taste emerging that drove him on to suck harder and take it deeper in his mouth. He wasn't sure if he was doing it right but the man seemed to be enjoying it. “Get your cock out. Let's see it”, said the man looking down at him. Matthew awkwardly unbuckled his belt as he crouched. The man's cock still in his mouth. He reached into his pants to release his own cock. It was hard and he started to masturbate as he continued to suck the man. He wasn't sure whether it was because he was trying to do two things at once, but suddenly the man pulled away, still massaging himself slowly with one hand. He hadn't cum and Matthew felt as if he had disappointed him. “That was good”, he said looking at Matthew. “Stand up”. Matthew stood and noticed that both men were looking at his cock and smiling. Matthew suddenly felt proud of his thick seven inches in a way he had never before. “You'd be popular round here”, said the first man and he nodded at the second man who remained silent but smiling. The second man crouched and started to suck Matthew's cock while the other man continued to play with himself. The feel of the man's mouth around Matthew's cock froze him to the spot. He didn't know what to do and just stood looking down as the older man expertly gave him a blow job. Suddenly he felt the first man's hand reaching from behind and stroking the underside of his scrotum. Matthew looked at him in shock as he felt his cock getting harder than it ever had been before. The man smiled at him as he continued his soft caresses. Matthew had never been touched like that before, it felt incredible and he suddenly cum. The older man grunted in satisfaction as he took it in his mouth. He looked up at Matthew gratefully as he licked it clean. “Kneel on the floor”, said the first man as the other stood back. Despite him now wanting to leave quickly Matthew did as he was told. He felt he had to obey. “On all fours”, ordered the man. Matthew complied and knelt on the broken asphalt. He could see that the man's cock was still hard and fully erect. He felt his trousers pulled down further and a sudden wet coldness pushed into his arse. Lube he realised. “Oh God”, he thought. This wasn't what he wanted, but somehow he couldn't say no. The man got behind him and Matthew felt him pushing firmly between his cheeks. He felt himself opening as the man's cock slowly slid inside. He suddenly felt like he needed to shit and panicked with embarrassment. “It's ok. Good lad”, said the man slowly working his cock inside him, in and out, getting deeper with each stroke.. Matthew looked up at the other man who had now released his own cock and was masturbating in front of him. Matthew felt terrified, but excited. It felt like an out of body experience. It felt so easy. The man fucked him. Fucking him. Fucking Matthew who panted loudly with each stroke. His little yelps making him hard again as he realised what was happening. The man was getting harder and faster as Matthew felt himself open up to accommodate. He relaxed forgetting about the embarrassment and his cares. It was hard inside. There was heat. He was flooded with experience. He was enjoying it. Matthew's yelps turned into moans of encouragement and the man responded by increasing his speed. “Good lad. You’re fucking loving it” he gasped. Matthew grabbed at patches of grass that had grown through the old road surface, gripping so hard he ripped some away. The older man in front of Matthew suddenly pushed his cock into his face. Matthew tried to catch it in his mouth, but then realised it was already cumming and the man was smearing his cum across his face with his cock. He felt the man fucking him grip him tight and push hard before he felt his cum inside him. He pulled out leaving Matthew gasping on the ground, tears in his eyes. “What have I done?”, Matthew thought to himself. The man moved in front of him smiling and handed him a packet of wipes. Matthew first wiped his face of the other man's cum, suddenly feeling disgusted with himself. He wiped his rear clean and threw it into the bushes, not wanting to see the stains of his embarrassment. He pulled up his trousers quickly and stood in silence not knowing what to do. “That was what you were here for, wasn't it?”, asked the man who had just fucked him. Matthew said nothing. Tears were stinging his eyes and he just wanted to leave. They walked back to the layby together, every step reminding Matthew of what had just happened. His legs were wobbly, he was shaking. Once back at the car he climbed straight in and drove away saying nothing to the men who had thrust themselves upon him. He stopped the car at the first opportunity once he felt far enough away. He drank half a bottle of water, spitting most of it out of the window, before crunching on some mints to take away the taste. He wanted to forget but the pain in his behind wouldn't let him. He could feel wetness in his pants. Cum? Blood? Something else? He despaired. He'd have to get rid of his underwear before his wife saw them. He cried. What if he had caught something? How could he have been so stupid? So very stupid. He thought about the risks to his wife and family. Never again he decided. Curiosity was no excuse. He felt abused. Never, ever again. Matthew returned home a changed man. Two weeks later Matthew drove into the layby and parked his car. Climbing out he deliberately walked slowly up the green lane.

“I have only one Fetish—Unsafe Sex with Safers, who either think I’m SAFE or doing it SAFE when in reality I’m not and I don’t.” My favorite thing in the world. I use a lot of condoms, but never leave any cum in them or usually even pre-cum. Love the moment it “accidentally slips off” and my dick goes in raw like a heat seeking missal. Then I use his ass as a natural condom to catch my impregnating load. And when he contacts me weeks later I tell him couldn’t have been me, I’m negative and we used a condom. 😈😈😈🍼💦

This current administration is carefully crafting hatred, encouraging people to turn against each other. It's part of this arrogant, monstrous and misguided eugenics garbage. If this president represented the superior race, then we would have been extinct centuries if not millenia ago. Don't be shocked if this killer is pardoned. Be offended, outraged, saddened, but don't be shocked.

So sad to hear, current political administrations are turning up the hate against minorities. They are to blame to these crimes. I hope people wake up the next time they vote

"Hate crimes and Out gay couples of colour." This commentary might be deemed misplaced (by the mods), so I apologize in advance if that's the case. The issue of racism in general, and in the US in particular, has been the noose around our collective necks for centuries. Now that the actual depravity of "owning" other human beings for the purpose of enslaved servitued has been outlawed via the Civil War (aka the War between the States) for 160 years, one could be forgiven for believing that the foundational issue (one race deserving of slavery, another race deserving of domination of the subjugated race), would have been excised from the National psyche ages ago. So the confounding question becomes, why that is still not the case with a decent percentage of the citizenry? How is it that the descendants of the imported, enslaved peoples are still - lo these many decades later - still considered second-class citizens? There are, of course, brilliant exceptions such as MLK Jr, numerous others, but the mindset of hatred at worst, denigration at least, is still acceptable to a decent number of Americans? While the straights have modified their hatreds of gay folks to some degree (mostly out of hesitancy to be demeaned by other pale people), apparently the learned hatreds of other minorities simply will not be given up. Our propensity to demean others unlike us in some way is confounding at the very least. We see it in the Levant, with very similar people killing each other with impunity, and only in the name of some deity/belief system. We see it in our major population centers, and minor ones. As populations expand world-wide, we see these ancient depravities resurface (encouraged by leaders of world powers, no less), particularly in our own country. I simply cannot understand how this ancient curse can be so readily accepted by folks who should know far, far better. The depravities of the current Administration are broadcast daily in every major media, as they round up not only folks that came for a better chance at a safe, decent life, and a chance to work hard enough to earn it, but anyone that wasn't born here. Neither were our Caucasian ancestors. How is it that any human being - attempting to be of good will, some measure of decency - can endorse this filth? We are all equal. We are all of value. Each of us - whatever characteristics that separate us - are worthy of respect, and basic human dignity.

I have to agree with @bluey02 on this, the ending should be #1. If they remeet a year later and become boyfriends for life; that would have been the long term outcome I would have enjoyed more. But, honestly, it was all and well done story, thanks @Talurim

No. I don’t see it has an on going story.

I was hoping for ending 1.5 where Ross drops the no-contact clause, and No.8 can remain in touch with his gifter. So I really like 2.0 and the happy ending. Great story, the breeding scenes were sexy!! Thank you for sharing that work with us @Talurim

No 1 is more realistic... I mean there were 7 others before this guy. I'm both a realist and romantic, but sometimes you just gotta stick to the rules. 😉

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.

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.

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”.

Direct way “I’m gonna fuck and breed your ass” usually works! lol

I’ve commented on this before, but I’ve been with a few of my former parish priests. I was not abused, completely consensual and fucking hot. We fucked in the confessional and on the altar. There was one time that we were in the confessional when mass started and we started to play. I knew people must have heard us, but I didn’t care!! He got a load up his ass and I took his in my mouth. I took all the semen he would give. So much pent up sexual energy because he had to be celibate. Well, he was supposed to be celibate. He is one man I can say that I would have married. I really loved him. He chose God and I left town.

Part Three Peter sat in the office, not sure if he was breathing. Harry was holding up his suit and smiling, “Anything you want to tell us?” Peter was already twitching, it had been hours since his last hit of Bliss and he was coming down hard, so he his agitation was already escalated, “Um, Halloween costume?” he joked. Harry held up his webshooters, “Yeah they don’t sell this at Spirit Halloween kid,” he leaned forward, “I know who you are Spider-Man.” Peter’s eyes darted back and forth, wondering if he could make a run for it… Harry leaned back and smiled, “You can go anytime you want kid, you know that.” The man put a hundred-dollar bill down on the desk, “All yours.” “It was more last time!” Peter complained, trying not to itch. “Yeah but you used a lot of Bliss…that shit is expensive…this is me being nice.” Peter looked at the bill and then to the drawer where he knew Harry kept the stuff. He could just take it, rip the drawer out and just… “I’ve seen that look on a lot of junkie before,” Harry said, “So let me give you some advice. Yes you can take what you want, yes you can steal from me and leave but here is the kicker. I have you on camera, doing…horrible things kid. The kind of things the Avengers don’t let pass, and you can take the hit I have in my desk but that’s going to be it. You won’t find anymore…unless you think Dr. Strange is gonna magic you up some if you suck his cock.” The man laughed as Peter felt his stomach sour…they had filmed everything…oh god what had he done? His veins felt like they were filled with ants he was jonesing so hard…fuckfuckfuck. “Look Spidey, you want some more shit? You want all the shit you can handle? It’s simple baby…” he tossed the costume to the teen, “Put it on and let’s do a movie.” Peter held the suit close to his chest, this was the last thing he had…the last pure thing that had been untouched by the spell. No MJ, no Ned, no Aunt may…just this…and now…he was going to lose that too. A stab of pain went through his entire body as the first withdrawal pang hit, his enhanced sense making the small discomfort feel like a wildfire. He gripped the cloth tightly… And he knew he had no choice. “Where can I change?” he asked in a quiet voice. Harry laughed, “What you’re shy all of a sudden? Come on kid, strip for me and put on a show. Earn that Bliss!” Harry said mockingly as Peter stood up from the desk, his hands shaking as he removed the t-shirt he was wearing. Harry watched him closely, his voice dripping with lust as he said, “That’s it, strip for me. Show me that fucking body of yours.” Peter couldn’t believe what he was doing, but he was desperate. He shoved his jeans down and kicked them off, standing there naked. Harry laughed, “Fucking gorgeous, kid. I can’t wait to see you in action.” Peter stepped into the Spider-Man suit, feeling the snug pull of familiar fabric against him, a tiny comfort in all this fucked-up chaos. It was a moment of comfort in the midst of this nightmare. He zipped up the suit, the red and blue colors standing out starkly against the dingy room. Harry whistled, "Damn, you look good in that suit. You are the real thing." Peter turned to face Harry, his eyes filled with a mix of fear, anger, and desperation. "What do you want me to do?" Harry smirked, "Well, let's see. How about you give me a show? Strip tease for the camera. Make it sexy. Make it hot but keep the mask on, I want to see Spider-Man whore himself out, not whoever the fuck you are.." Peter hesitated, but the thought of another hit of Bliss pushed him forward. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the shame and self-disgust that threatened to overwhelm him. He reached up to unmask himself, but Harry stopped him. "No, no, no, kid. What did I just say? Keep the mask on. We want the hero, not the boy. Now, turn around and give us a show." Peter turned slowly, heart hammering. He felt Harry's stare burning into him, the camera’s unblinking lens, and knew countless unseen eyes were watching—getting off on his humiliation. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand, and began to dance. He swayed his hips, slowly running his hands over his body, teasingly pulling on the fabric of the suit. He could feel the eyes on him, watching him, judging him, but he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the sensation of the fabric against his skin. He turned around, bending over, giving the camera a view of his ass in the tight suit, and slowly pulled the bottoms down, revealing his legs, his thighs, his ass. He heard Harry let out a low whistle, and he stood up, kicking the suit down to his ankles, and turned to face Harry. He was naked except for the mask, his body on display for the man and the camera. He was uncomfortably hard, his cock standing at attention despite the whole situation. "Good boy," Harry purred, "Now prove you're Spider-Man, jump up on the ceiling and jerk off for me...show the world that Spidey is a fucking pervert!" Peter hesitated, his mind screaming at him to run, but his body was already moving, drawn to the ceiling like a magnet. He pushed off and launched himself upwards, ;landing on the ceiling with a soft thud, his hands splayed out for balance. He looked down at Harry, who was watching him with an evil grin, making sure the camera caught everything. "That's it, Spidey, now show us how you play with that big cock of yours," Harry commanded. Peter swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had to do. He reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already rock hard. He started to stroke himself slowly, teasingly, as he looked down at Harry who was filming him. "C'mon, Spidey, we wanna see you do it like you mean it," Harry called out. Peter took a deep breath and started to stroke himself faster, his grip tightening around his shaft. He could feel his pleasure building as he jacked himself off on the ceiling. He tried to imagine he was anywhere else, anywhere but here. He thought about MJ, about their first kiss, about how she used to laugh at his jokes. He tried to hold onto those feelings, to let them carry him through this. But Harry's voice from below was a constant reminder of where he actually was. "That's it, Spidey, fuck that cock for us. You gonna shoot your webs for us?" Peter tried to block out the voice, but it was like a whip lashing at him, driving him on. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to ignore Harry's taunts, tried to focus on the feel of his hand on his cock, the way his body was responding to the touch. But Harry's voice was insistent, relentless. "Come on, stud, you can do better than that. Show us how you fuck yourself with that big cock. Show us how you like it rough." Peter shivered, a wave of desire and shame crashing over him. He wanted to cum, wanted to feel that release, that brief moment of oblivion. But he also wanted to fight it, to resist the degradation, the humiliation. He gripped his cock tighter, his knuckles white, and pumped his fist faster. "You fucking asshole," he hissed, his chest heaving with exertion. "You fucking dick, making me do this. Making me fucking whore myself out." Harry laughed from below, his voice echoing in the dingy room. "That's it, Spidey. Get mad. Get angry. Let it fuel you. You know you love it. You love being a fucking whore for me." Peter's body betrayed him, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it furiously. He could feel the orgasm building, his balls tightening as his body pressed against the ceiling. "Fuck you!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room as he stared down at Harry, his enemy, his tormentor. He wanted to fuck him up, wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands. But his body was on another page, loving the sensation of being used, of being degraded. Harry watched, his eyes glued to the screen, as Peter jerked off for him. "That's it, kid. Stroke that cock. Show the world what you can do with that big dick of yours. Come on, Spidey, give us a show.” Harry taunted, his voice dripping with perverse delight. Peter, his body glistening and his cock throbbing in his hand, looked down at Harry, his eyes filled with a volatile mix of anger, humiliation, and a dark arousal he couldn't deny. He wanted to spit in the man's face, to tear him apart with his bare hands. But at the same time, his cock was hard and heavy in his hand, his body on fire with need. The boy gasped as he felt his balls start to churn…fuck he was going to cum! Peter was gritting his teeth, his mind reeling as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing tight as his body shook with the effort. He was close, so fucking close! “Oh fuck!” Peter cried out, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” “Do it Spidey,” Harry whispered, “Shoot those webs for the camera!” Peter’s body tensed, his moans filling the dingy room. He could feel it building, the pressure in his balls, the heat in his veins, everything was building to this moment. He felt like a rubber band pulled too tight, ready to snap. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body covered in sweat as he jacked off for the camera, for Harry. “Oh fuck!” he cried out, his body convulsing as he felt the first shot of cum leave his cock. It hit the ceiling with a splat, the second and third shots following quickly, coating the wall with his release. Peter's body shook with the force of his orgasm, his muscles tense and his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn't take his eyes off Harry, even as his body convulsed and twitched with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Harry smiled, watching the boy squirm and gasp as he came down from his high. "Fucking gorgeous, Spidey," he said, clapping his hands together in appreciation. "You are a fucking natural. You should see yourself, kid,” he put the camera down and opened the drawer, “Now come on down here and get paid.” Like a trained dog Peter flipped down to the floor, his cock throwing the last drops of cum everywhere. Harry pulled the needle filled with Bliss out and the boy eagerly put his arm out. Harry held the syringe up, “You gonna be a good boy from now on?” Peter, still wearing the mask nodded, “Yes sir.” Harry smiled and plunged it into this skin, pushing the drug into the teen. Peter sighed as he felt the pain and agitation fade away…replaced with pure pleasure…he stumbled back and Harry caught him, “That’s ok baby, sleep…when you wake up I’ll have your next dance partner.” “I can’t dance…” Peter mumbled as he passed out, the sound of Harry’s laughing was the last thing he heard. His dreams were all dark, him running down a crooked hallway…it was like fighting Mysterio all over again except this time…he knew it was real. When he woke up he was on the dingy bed he had been fucked on twice now…he sat up, still flying from the Bliss. He looked around and saw the men setting up the cameras, ignoring him completely. Harry walked in and clapped his hands, “Spidey! You’re awake.” It took Peter a minute to remember the man had found his costume…he touched his face and realized he had passed out with his mask on! He went to take it off and Harry shook his head, “Leave it on, you’re going to be performing as Spider-Man today anyways.” Harry handed him a bottled water, “Drink up, the Bliss will dry you out.” Peter pulled the bottom of the mask up and downed the liquid in one gulp…what was he in for now? When he was done Harry tossed his uniform at him, “Put it on, make sure it’s on correct,” he pointed to the bathroom, “When you walk out I want perfect Spider-man, not crack whore kid got it?” Peter walked into the bathroom, putting the costume on…looking at himself in the mirror… He took his mask off and looked at himself…with the Bliss running through him his normal shyness was gone…and he looked at himself in the mirror…he looked fucking good! He cupped his cock and felt the thrill of the contact…god why did this feel so good? There was a knock on the door, “You’re on Spider-Man!” Peter pulled the mask on and walked out, hating and loving every second of this. He walked out and there were two men standing there, smiling…they were huge hulking guys that looked like they worked at the docks. They both looked him up and down, licking their lips as they grinned… “Spidey,” Harry said, “This is Joe and Keith…your scene partners today.” Peter gulped, these guys were huge…two at the same time? “How do we know this is the real Spider-Man?” Joe, the larger of the two asked. “Spidey! Up boy!” Harry barked like he was talking to a dog, “Up!” he pointed to the ceiling. Peter looked at Harry, then at the two huge men, and finally at the ceiling. Sighing Peter flipped up to the ceiling, clinging to it effortlessly, looking down at the shocked men. Joe’s mouth hung open, “And he’ll let us fuck him?” he asked awed. “He will if I say so,” Harry said pulling out another syringe and looked up at Peter, “Come on boy, heel!” Peter instantly jumped down, hating he was responding like a trained dog. He held his arm out and Harry pushed another hit of Bliss into the boy, “There ya go…remember, mask stays on ok?” Peter nodded, his mind fuzzy and warm again, as he looked at the two men towering over him. “You’re sure he’s gonna take both of us?” Joe asked, eyeing Peter’s ripped body. “Oh yeah, he’s a fucking natural,” Harry replied, clapping his hands together. "Just watch." Peter looked down at the two men, his cock throbbing in his suit. He knew what was expected of him, and he hated it, but he was powerless to stop it. He was a puppet, and Harry was pulling the strings. Joe grabbed Peter’s head and pushed him down, “Then what you waiting for bitch, get my cock out!” Peter looked up at him, his eyes flicking to Harry who stood by the camera, ensuring every angle was captured. His hands moved up and undid the man’s belt and unzipped his jeans, fishing out a huge, thick uncut cock…it was soft but it was obviously a beast. Peter pulled the bottom of his mask up and took the cock into his mouth. Joe gasped as the boy’s mouth began to work his cock to life, “Holy fuck…Spider-Man is sucking my cock!” Keith stood by, stoking his cock through his jeans as he watched the hero suck his partner off. He took his own cock out and Peter’s eyes darted to it as he sucked Joe… He was nearly as big as Joe, but his cock was cut and pierced, a silver barbell running through the head. Peter's eyes watered as he tried to take more of the thick cock into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but Joe just grabbed his head and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deeper down Peter's throat. "Fuck yeah, take it like a good little slut," Joe groaned, his hand tightening in Peter's hair. Peter's eyes streamed with tears as he tried to breathe around the cock in his mouth. “Let me try,” Keith asked eagerly, bring his cock close to the boy’s mouth. Joe laughed, “Come on Spider-Man, suck my buddy off too!” He pushed Peter’s head towards Keith’s cock, which was now rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Peter, tear-streaked and drooling, took Keith’s cock into his mouth, the taste metal mingling in his mouth, the smell of their arousal filling his nose. He was gagging, his eyes watering, but he forced himself to take it, forcing himself to be the slut they wanted him to be. He could hear Harry laughing, could feel the camera whirring away, capturing every humiliating moment. “Dude he sucks cock good!” Keith said marveling at the hero on his knees. Joe grinned, “Yeah but we didn’t come here for a blow job, hey Spidey…why don’t you be a good little cunt and get us naked?” Peter looked up at the huge men, his heart pounding in his chest, he wanted to fight, to scream, to kick and punch…but the Bliss had him under its spell, and he knew there was no use. He pushed himself up, his body exhausted from the days of abuse and began to undress Joe first. The man grunted and helped, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots. Peter unzipped his jeans and slid them down, revealing Joe's massive cock, hard and ready. He glanced back at Keith, who was watching with a hungry look, his own cock throbbing in his hand. Kieth smiled, “My turn baby, get me naked.” Keith smiled, “My turn baby, get me naked.” Peter turned to Keith, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the men's eyes on him, watching, waiting, eager. He reached for Keith's shirt and began to unbutton it, revealing the man's thick, hairy chest. Keith helped, pulling the shirt off and tossing it to the side. He was already hard, his cock sticking out of his jeans. Peter slid them off and he saw the member was had a tattoo on it...it was a scorpion, it's tail trailing down to the huge cockhead with the piercing in it. Peter looked over at Joe and saw the same tattoo on his neck… and a horrible realization sank in… Joe grabbed him by the back of his uniform and tossed him on the bed, “Yeah you recognize us now?” he said angrily, “You fucked up our arms deal on the ferry…sent our boss Mac to jail…” Peter felt his blood turn to ice as he realized who these thugs were. “This isn’t a grudge fuck,” Joe said moving on to the bed, “This is fucking revenge!” Peter was speechless as the man looked down at him grinning, “So be a good girl and pulled those pants off…come on Spider-Man, show me that hero pussy.” Peter knew what he had to do, he couldn’t fight them…not like this…not with the Bliss running through his veins. He grabbed the bottom of his suit and pulled it off, his cock already hard and throbbing. Joe grabbed his ankles and pushed them up, spreading Peter’s legs wide. He looked down at the boy’s cock and licked his lips, “Damn kid, you’re already hard…you like this? You like being used by us?” Peter could only nod, a shiver of shame and arousal running through him as the man spoke. Joe kept the teen’s legs spread as he leaned down and began to lick the boy’s hole savagely. Peter gasped and squirmed, the sensation both humiliating and arousing. Joe looked up and grinned, “Fuck, you taste good, Spidey.” He spat on the boy’s ass and rubbed it in, his fingers slipping inside to prepare Peter for what was to come. Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. He knew he couldn’t fight this, not with the Bliss coursing through his veins. He could only take it, endure the humiliation, and pray that this would end soon. “Keith, why don’t you get this hero to polish your Prince Albert?” Keith brought his cock to Spider-Man’s face, “Come on boy, polish that chrome for me.” Keith’s cock. He didn’t want to do this, but he knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth and took the cockhead in, swirling his tongue around the barbell piercing. Keith groaned, “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Suck that chrome clean.” Peter gagged slightly on the taste of metal and pre-cum, but he forced himself to take more of the cock into his mouth. He could feel the barbell scraping against the roof of his mouth, and he almost gagged again. Joe added a second finger as Peter choked on the cock in his mouth, his body responding as he sobbed internally…he hated he was into this…loathed the way he pushed back on the thugs fingers…he was straight! This wasn’t him! Peter thought wildly as he felt the cold metal slide against his tongue. He gagged again, tears filling his eyes as he stared up at Keith, who grinned down at him. "You like that, don't you, Spidey? You like sucking on my chrome? Wait until you feel it tickling your cunt, chicks love my metal!" Peter could only moan in response, his body betraying him as his cock throbbed in his suit, desperate for release. He tried to focus on the sensation, tried to push away the thought of who he was, what he was doing. A third finger was pushed into him and he moaned around the cock…his tongue unconsciously playing with the metal rod…the man didn’t have to hold his legs open anymore, Peter was spreading them willingly. Joe spat on the hole he was finger fucking and slapped Peter’s ass. “Turn over, Spidey. Let’s get a better angle,” he said, and before Peter could react, he was flipped onto his stomach. Joe spread his ass cheeks wide, “Keith, you fuck his mouth, I’m gonna fuck his ass.” Keith grinned and moved behind Peter, his cock ready to be sucked again. Peter felt a wave of panic, but it was swiftly swallowed by the Bliss in his system. He felt Keith’s cock push against his lips, and he opened his mouth to accept it. Peter felt the thick cockhead of Joe push at his hole as Keith’s cock was shoved down his throat…he closed his eyes…hating what his cock was rock hard under him as he waited to get fucked by common criminals! “Spread ‘em wide, Spidey,” Joe groaned, his hands on Peter’s ass as he pushed his cockhead into Peter’s tight, little hole. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch.” Peter grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, knuckles white as the thick head pressed into him, forcing a sharp gasp from his throat. The pain was intense, but the Bliss was already numbing his mind, pushing him to accept the invasion. Keith’s cock was fucking his mouth, his hands gripping Peter’s hair, forcing him to take every inch. Peter felt the bull cock stretch his hole wide as he groaned around Keith’s cock, Joe was relentless, not pausing, just pushing inch after inch of wrist thick cock into Peter’s hole. The pain was intense, but the drug in his system was dulling it, replacing it with a fucked-up euphoria. He could feel every vein, every ridge of the man’s cock as it slid in, breaching him in a way he never thought he could be breached. He moaned loudly around Keith’s cock, his body accepting the invading organ. Peter’s toes curled as he felt his insides being stretched to their limits, his body felt full, stuffed with hard cock. The Sharp pain melted seamlessly into a twisted, irresistible pleasure. “Oh fuck!” Joe called out, “Fucking take every single inch you fuckin cunt…” Keith looked at his friend, “Tight?” Joe just nodded, “Like fucking butter man…I can feel his ass quivering around my cock!” Peter’s whole body shook with the force of the cock burrowing into him, his moans muffled against Keith’s cock. He could feel the stretch and burn of Joe’s cock filling him, but the dark pleasure of the invasion was overwhelming. He pushed back, taking more of the thick shaft into him, his body betrayed by its own desire. Joe stopped moving and laughed, “That’s it Spidey…back up on my cock…fuck yourself like a good little bitch.” Peter moaned and complied, pushing his body back against Joe’s, impaling himself further on the throbbing cock. It was huge! The thickest thing he had ever felt and his ass sang as it slid deeper inside him. He felt stretched and filled, his body aching with the pressure. “Fuck yeah,” Joe groaned, “Take that cock, you little slut.” He grabbed Peter’s hips and started to thrust, fucking his ass with long, hard strokes. Peter could feel the motion of the cock inside him, the way it hit his insides, the way it pulled out and then slammed back in, deeper each time. “He’s doing it!” Joe laughed, “The fucking slut is fucking himself on my cock!” He put his arms behind his head as Peter rutted back against his cock, moaning around Keith’s cock as he fucked himself. Peter felt his face flush with embarrassment but he couldn’t stop, the cock was doing things to him that the others hadn’t…stretching him…filling him…touching parts of him the other cocks hadn’t. He pulled off of Keith’s cock as he slammed back onto it and begged, “FUCK ME ALREADY! PLEASE!” Peter gasped for air as he arched his back, driving himself further onto Joe’s massive cock. He felt like a vessel, a toy for these men to use and abuse. The pain had morphed into something else, something dark and pleasurable. He could feel every inch of Joe’s cock filling him, stretching him wide open. Joe chuckled, his hands grabbing Peter’s hips, “You asked for it hero,” and slammed his cock into the boy as hard as he could. The boy cried out, his body convulsing as Joe drove its cock deeper into him. Peter could feel every inch of the massive cock filling him up, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a way he couldn’t understand. He felt like he was being split open, like his body was on fire, but he couldn’t stop, he wanted more. Joe started to pound into Peter, his hips slamming against the boy’s ass with a loud smacking sound. Keith watched with a wild look in his eyes, stroking his cock as he watched his friend fuck the hero. "Damn, Joe, you fucking him good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "He looks like he's such a tight cunt, man. I can't wait for my turn." Peter’s body jolted with every thrust—face hot, eyes stinging, barely able to keep himself steady against the relentless pounding. He could feel every inch of it, the way it stretched him, the way it scraped against his insides. He was so filled, so stuffed, that he could barely breathe. Keith laughed, “Why wait?” he said with a sinister grin, He pulled out Peter and moved to the head of the bed, his cock sticking straight up, “Come on Spidey, come ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Peter, still high on Bliss and shame, climbed onto Joe’s lap, straddling the man’s waist. He could feel the thick cockhead pressing against his hole, already slick with his own lust. He couldn’t stop himself, he lowered himself onto the cock, feeling it stretch him open again. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, Spidey. Take that fuckin cock,” Joe growled, his hands gripping Peter’s hips hard. Peter moaned, the sound muffled by the mask, as he sank down onto the man’s length, feeling every inch fill him. Joe looked at Keith and nodded, the other man moved behind Peter and lined his cock up next to his friends, pushing into the already stuffed hole. Peter’s head shot skywards as he screamed from both cocks being shoved into him. He could barely register the pain, the Bliss numbing his mind just enough to keep him from passing out. He felt full, impossibly full, stretched tight as both men filled him to the brim. Joe and Keith chuckled, their hands gripping his hips as they began to move. They started slow, their hips thrusting back and forth, their cocks moving in unison within Peter’s hole. Peter could feel every inch of them, the way they rubbed against each other inside him. He groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, his body exploding as the two men used him. “Come on Spidey, bounce on our cocks like the whore you are…show the world who Spider-Man really is!” Keith demanded. Peter grabbed the man’s shoulders and did just that, slamming his ass down on both members as he panted…his mind nothing but lust as he rode the thugs. The men laughed and grabbed his hips, slamming him down harder on their cocks. “That’s it, Spidey! Fuck yourself on our dicks!” Joe groaned as he felt Peter’s hole clench around his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He looked up at Keith and grinned, “Fuck he’s tight, man.” Keith nodded, his hands grabbing the boy’s head and pulling it back, his teeth gnawing on the hero’s neck, marking him as his cunt…leaving hickey after hickey as the hero rode their cocks. Peter moaned helplessly, pain twisted sharply with pleasure, his cock throbbing desperately beneath him. Every movement made him vividly aware of how tightly he was stretched, how they pushed and rubbed relentlessly inside him. He was a vessel, a plaything for their fucking pleasure, and he hated himself for enjoying it. “Fuck yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Keith growled, his hands gripping Peter’s hips as he pounded up into him. “Tell everyone what you are Spidey…come on scream it for me!” Keith demanded as he felt the boy start to tighten around his cock, his body responding to the rough treatment. Peter could only moan, his throat dry from the abuse as tears streamed down his mask. His body strained, overwhelmed by an almost unbearable fullness that he was almost in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked like this. “Come on, say it!” Keith growled, his hand behind Peter’s head, forcing him to look at Joe. “I’m…fucking…Spider-Man,” Peter choked out, his body shaking with the effort. Keith nodded, “And Spider-Man is a what?” he asked, slamming his cock up into the hero. ”Spider-Man is a fucking slut,” Peter choked out, tears streaming down his mask as he was forced to acknowledge the truth of his situation. “Spider-Man is a fucking whore who takes cock like a good little bitch.” Keith laughed, his hand gripping Peter’s head tightly as he pounded into him. “That’s right, Spidey, scream it from the rooftops boy!” Keith shouted, his hips slamming into Peter’s ass with brutal force, each thrust making the boy’s body jolt. “Say it like you mean it!” Peter was crying now, his sobs muffled by the mask, as his body was ravaged by the two men. Every thrust rubbed raw, each movement highlighting different textures and sensations deep inside as they pounded into him, their bodies slapping against his. The pain was overwhelming, but the Bliss in his system was making him crave it, making him want more. “I’M A FUCKING SLUT!” Peter screamed, feeling his orgasm approaching, “I AM A FUCKING COCK SLUT…FUCK ME HARDER…OH GOD MAKE ME CUM!” Joe and Keith grinned at each other, taking that as their cue to go all out. They started pounding into Peter’s ass, their hips slamming into his with brutal force. The bed shook under them, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Peter could barely breathe, his body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Peter chanted, his body shaking as the men continued to slam into him. He could feel the cum building in his balls, the pressure growing, the need for release becoming overwhelming. “Cum for us Spidey,” Keith whispered into Peter’s ear, “Show the world how much a cunt you are now.” His voice was breathless, and Peter could feel the man’s cock throbbing inside him, ready to explode. “Fucking cum, you bitch!” Joe grunted, his voice ragged with lust. Peter’s mouth opened to scream but nothing came out as his cock began to shoot everywhere…cum flying onto Keiths chest and abs as his ass clamped down on both of their cocks. “Fuck yeah, there it is!” Joe grunted, slamming into him with one final thrust as he came, filling Peter’s hole with his cum. Keith groaned, his cock pulsing inside Peter as he filled the boy’s stretched ass with his load. Peter's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the two criminals breed him, their cum dripping out of his abused hole as he shook om their cocks. He collapsed on top of Keith, his body limp and used as the man pulled out of him with a wet pop. Joe followed suit, his cock slipping out of Peter's gaping hole with a disgusting squelch. Joe grabbed the boy's head and pulled it up, "Clean up your mess cunt," he said, offering the boy his cummy cock. Peter opened his mouth and took it in, sucking off the remains of their fuck fest. "That's it, good boy," Joe praised, his eyes never leaving the camera. Peter sucked and licked, making sure to get every last drop. He felt humiliated and degraded, but the Bliss was still in his system, making him crave more. Keith moved and offered his cock to the boy as well. Peter took it without hesitation, cleaning the thick cock of both men. He could taste the bitter salt of their cum, mixed with the sweat and his own desperate taste. He sucked and licked, making sure to get every last drop, like a good little whore. When he was done, Joe pushed him off and Peter collapsed on the bed, his body aching and exhausted. Joe looked at him with disgust, "Fucking pathetic, Spidey. You need to work on your stamina if you're gonna be a proper fuck toy." Peter just nodded, too tired to argue. He knew he was in no position to complain. Harry called cut as Peter’s eyes closed…cum draining out of his hole as the men high fived each other. One Week Later Harry was rich, richer than he had ever imagined he would be. The sale of Spider-Man getting fucked had netted millions on the dark web, people bidding insane amounts of money to see the hero debase himself. He had kept the kid drugged, not sure what to do next, with this much money he needed a better setup, more production value… His mind whirled with possibilities when the door to his office opened and a tall, fair haired man walked in. he wore a gray leather trench coat and a smile that looked like it was lifted off a serial killer. “You are the one who has Spider-Man?” he asked, his voice thick with an accent Harry couldn’t place. He gripped the gun he kept under his desk, “Who’s asking?” The man smiled wider, “I am Helmut Zemo,” he said like the name should mean something, “And you sir have something I want.” Harry pulled the gun out and shot the man dead in the chest…and watched the bullet impact and fall to the floor. Zemo laughed, “I dance with Avengers friend, you’ll need to do better than a gun,” Zemo pulled his own gun and put a bullet directly through Harry’s eyes, the man falling dead onto his desk. Two men walked in and Zemo gestured to the bedroom, “Get the boy,” he ordered them as he went over to the desk, opening the drawer that contained the Bliss, “Get him loaded and then burn this place to the ground…we have work to do.” The men carried Peter’s unconscious form out of the building as Zemo looked around the place in distaste, “You had an Avenger at your bidding and you used him for porn,” he spat on the corpse, “Typical American…” He walked out of the office as the men came back and began to douse the place with gasoline… Leaving no trace of their presence.

My last blojob I gave way at the beach to a lifeguard, a young 20 year old blonde hair and huge uncut 9” cock , I was sunbathing when he stood right next to my head, I said one foot coward and your cock will be in my mouth He took the step as he lowered his shorts his huge semi hard cock went deep into my mouth I sucked hard this was a quick one he held be my head as he gyrations became stronger I felt him about to shoot his load he went deeper and the first spurt went down my throat he pulled out and the rest of the cum covered my face then we cum kissed. Great day

omg, i tried it once for like 30 seconds when i was young. never made that mistake twice! def one of those "what's the point in living if you can't have raw dick" moments 🤣

Me.

Yes I have! 2 priests and 1 pastor! Best fucking sex and they came allot. Used me like a whore in heat, called me all kinds of nasty names and bred my multiple times! They we're regulars and very hot bodied men!

I hear ya .... while I call it automatic lube, it can soak through a pair of jeans easily. At the fuckjoints, I don't care - but until I get there it can be a bit embarrassing.

Chapter 11 I guess I dozed off after Tom left as I woke up and saw it was almost 2 PM. I call work and let my assistant know I’m feeling much better, though I don’t tell her how sore my ass still is. She runs a couple of things by me and then tells me she’ll lighten the calendar for tomorrow, so I don’t push it too much and relapse from whatever bug was ailing me. I told her I’ll work on emails this afternoon and see her in the morning. I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and head to the kitchen hungry and thirsty. Glancing at messages I remember I need to call Jason and dial his contact. Jason is 30, 5’7” average dude bod that leans to fit. Jason has a nice amount of chest hair, though definitely not in bear territory. His belly is covered in a nice amount of hair though and he has this treasure trail that heads down to a nicely curved 7’ dick. He’s got that sexy 30’s stud look, with eyes that let you know he still has lots of fun in him. He’s got a beard that is trimmed just right. Jason has a quick wit, and he’s got a sexy goofiness and knows how to laugh and make you laugh. Back in Chicago Jason and I had gotten together, and his cock fits my ass like it was made just for him. We started out as fuck buds but the more we saw each other I had developed feelings for him and I’ve thought of him as the one that got away. If our timing had been different … Jason was pozzed after moving away, the guy had become his boyfriend and he seemed to settle into a great new life. He came back in town in Chicago for a week and had helped nurseme through a wicked illness that I had thought was a conversion but I ended up not being pozzed. Jason answers the second ring and is so glad to hear my voice. He shares with me that the boyfriend left him with in an apartment he couldn’t afford, took most of the furniture leaving him with little more than a mattress. He lost his job a couple weeks ago and now has to be out of his apartment by next Wednesday or face eviction. He’s broke, scared and hates to do so but asks to borrow some funds until he can get back on his feet. I can hear the desperation in his voice and when I ask about prospects, and he breaks down as he tells me nothing is working out and he had to sell his car just to get by. While he doesn’t know many people, he hopes one of his friends will let him crash on a couch. My heart is breaking, and I tell him I can send him some cash, but suggest maybe a better plan is to come out here. I tell him how hot the job market is, a much better cost of living and I would love him to stay with me as long as he needs. Jason tells me how amazing that would be, and I hear hope starts to take hold of him. We talked for a bit, and I ended up sending him some cash and we booked a flight for him for Wednesday afternoon. By the time we hung up, I heard a bit of the old Jason creep back into the phone. It's a amazing spring day and grab a drink and head outside. Feeling good, I then start attacking the horde of emails I’ve missed at work. At around 6:30 my phone rings and it’s Tom telling me he’ll be home in about an hour and will pick up dinner on the way. It dawns on me, I hadn’t told Jason anything about Tom, my non-poz testing or what I’ve been up to rectify that. If I know Jason, he’s going to think it’s hot as hell and will want to be a part of the action. I’m not exactly sure how Tom is going to take the news of having Jason around. I figure it may be a bit complicated as Tom knows my past with Jason but I can’t deny I’ve felt a closeness develop between Tom and I as well. Shit, I’ll need to talk to both in the next few days. I need to help Jason but don’t want to lose Tom either. A bit later, I’m still buried in work when Tom comes through the hedge from the casita. He tells me he picked up enchilada’s, tamales, and chicken mole’ . He suggests I put it in the oven on warm and make a tall pitcher of margaritas while he goes and cleans up. I make margaritas and set out plates and stuff on the patio. After another 20 minutes, Tom appears through the hedge wearing a black leather chest harness and a black leather jock with “Fuck Me” printed on the side straps. Damn he’s sexy and I feel my cock start to chub. Tom looks at me and says, let’s eat as he pours us both a drink. I stand up, clearly tenting my shorts as he tells me to get the food. Laughing Tom says, calm down buddy, we’ve got plenty of time and Tom’s starving and wants to get a good tequila buzz going for tonight’s activities. Besides, Tom adds, Ivan won’t be here until 9 pm. He’s coming to teach me how to use the St. Andrews cross, tying Tom up and the art of flogging. Ivan’s a pro and Tom fucking loves coming under Ivan’s whip. Additionally, Tom and Ivan noticed how much I loved getting DP’s so at some point in the evening, Ivan is going to help me experience how it feels from the top’s position. Once I’ve turned Poz, I’ll need these skills because the virus is going to change me and I’ll have an overwhelming need and duty to breed negative holes as well as recharge poz guys with what he suspects will be one toxic poisonous strain. I have to admit the food is good and after making another pitcher of margarita’s we both have a good buzz. Tom is getting me turned on as he keeps teasing me with his foot in my lap and snaking it up my shorts. We’re just chilling when the door bell rings and right on time, Ivan arrives with a duffel bag in tow. Ivan is dressed in a leather full body harness with black shorts. Once he’s poolside, he drops the shorts and shows that the harness straps connect to a black leather jock strap. He’s accented his attire with leather arm bands and black boots. Reaching down into the bag he pulls out a few items and puts cuffs around Tom’s wrists and ankles as well as a collar around his neck. Ivan tells me to go get changed and expects me to be in a jock as well and to meet him and Tom in the playroom. When I return, Tom’s on his knees licking Ivan’s boots who is crooning good boy to Tom. Ivan spits on the floor and tells Tom to clean it up while he goes over to the cabinet and removes and number of short ropes with eye hooks. Ivan tells Tom to stand up and lean into the St. Andrews cross. Telling me to follow his example, Ivan attaches a short section of chain to Tom’s right wrist strap with an eye hook, tells him to raise his arms onto the cross where he attaches the other end to the metal ring using another short chain with eye hooks. I do the same on the Tom’s left side. Ivan says to me, now, the ankles and as Tom spreads his legs, we anchor his ankles in a similar manner with short chains. Ivan then grabs a ball gag and says to put it in Tom’s mouth and hook it around to the metal loop on the back of his collar and tighten the straps so they hold the gag firmly in place. Ivan says, now this next item is for more advanced play, and he goes to the cabinet and removes a long J hook with a ball at the end and a chain with an eye hook. He explains this is an anal hook that will force Tom into a single position. Ivan says, first we give Tom a bit of pleasure and instructs me to eat Tom’s ass to open him up some. Well that’s not something you need to ask me twice and I drop to my knees, spread his ass cheeks and start rimming his hole. As my tongue goes in, we hear a moan from Tom clearly enjoying the sensation. Ivan tells me once I have him open to add a couple fingers. Wetting them in my mouth I slowly insert one then two fingers. When Tom’s sufficiently open I spit and add a third finger and start finger fucking him with a steady rhythm. Tom is clearly enjoying it and is soon leaning his ass out almost self fucking my hand. Ivan says, ok, that’s good. He drops a good amount of lube onto the ball end of the J hook and slowly inserts it into Tom’s ass, far enough that the cold steel hits Tom’s prostate eliciting another moan. Tom instructs Ivan to stand up straight and then hooks the chain to Tom’s neck, tight enough that Tom’s ability to move is taken away forcing him to stand with his back straight and his head slightly thrown back as Ivan again adjusts the tightness at Tom’s neck. Ivan tells me, so now when we flog him any wincing will force the anal hook deeper into his ass and cause pain if he tries to move too much. Ivan then blindfolds Tom to further deprive him of his full abilities. We stand back and admire the sight. Tom is spread eagle at the hands and ankles and chained tightly to the cross. The hook causes him to stand straight up with his ass presented at a perfect angle. The collar and blindfold branding him as a submissive. I’m hard as a rock and turned on seeing this alpha stud now sublimated as a vehicle for our use. Ivan tells me normally things would be very quiet to keep the suspense and direction of attack unknown. But since I’ll be learning he’ll hear some of his instructions but keep the conversation to a minimum and he’ll try to be nonverbal in instructions. s Ivan graps a couple additional items. One looks like a stiff extra wide leather belt with a handle which he tells me is a paddle that delivers slightly spread out attention. Handing it to me Ivan is still holding what looks like a whip but has multiple strands tied in knots at the end which he explains to me is and is a flogger that provides a more diffuse sensation. He points out another flogger that has barbs on it and the cane next to it and both provides a sharp piercing pain says that’s for another time when I’m more experienced. Ivan steps up to Tom and gently rubs his back telling me to confine the flogging to this area and the butt as I learn. He tells me to remember bondage is about trust. Normally the sub will use a safe word but Tom and Ivan are so attuned there won’t be one today. For Tom, he loves the pain so long as we don’t draw blood. Explanations out of the way, Ivan then slowly glides the flogger across Toms back and the gently hits each side. His pace continues and begins whipping Tom on each side of his shoulder. As his pressure intensifies Tom begins a short grunt with each strike. Where the knots hit his back, Tom soon is developing a red rash. Ivan pulls back and then strikes Toms back with a strong but not abusive strike eliciting a loader groan with each blow as he alternates from side to side in a seemingly random pattern. The red rash now has darker red blotches where he strikes the skin. Tom starts to stand up, but the anal hook prevents him and causes a groan of pain. Reading Tom’s body language he continues until he senses Tom is truly near his limit then goes back to a gentle touch, almost caressing stroke on his back with the flogger. Fuck, seeing this new side of Tom is hot. Ivan motions for me to strike Tom’s ass with the paddle and I step forward and slap each side. Tom doesn’t react and Ivan mouths harder. I strike a bit harder but other than a loud smack, Tom still doesn’t react. Ivan grabs the paddle from me and then whallops each cheek of Tom’s ass hard enough that Tom starts to jump and moan and his ass cheek develops a bright red welt where Ivan struck. Handing it back to me, I try again, while it is stronger than before Ivan is still disappointed and motions for me to really hit harder and at least 3 times. I pull back harder and smack Tom’s ass and I illicit a pleasurable groan. Repeating it twice more then moving to the other side from his ass from his groans I can tell Tom is really enjoying the beating. Ivan then uses the flogger on his ass and it is sufficiently hard that Tom starts to jump which only intensifies the pain from the anal hook. He hits a couple more times on the ass and Toms grunts tone changes from pleasure to discomfort. Ivan stops and then slowly massages Tom’s bright red ass providing a soothing sensation. Ivan hands me the flogger and points to Tom’s back and I tentatively strike him. Ivan gives me a look that I’ve disappointed him, and he motions to strike harder and I do so. I start flogging back and forth on each side of his back when finally, I strike hard enough for a groan that is less pleasure and more pain. After several more strikes and seeing Toms back redden, Ivan motions for me to back down a bit and as Tom squirms his groans become more of a moan of pleasure as I see him relax. Ivan takes the flogger from my hand and sets it and the paddle down. Ivan says in a true session, we’d keep going but he thinks I’ve got the basics. Ivan tells me we are going to turn Tom around now but this next part he just wants me to observe. Ivan releases the chain on the anal hook and pulls it out and tells me to remove the gag for now. As the gag is removed from Tom’s mouth he says, “guys it was just getting good, why did you stop?” Ivan says, it’s just an intro class you can do more later. Ivan then adds, he wants to spend more time on the front of Tom anyway. Ivan tells me just to watch this time. Tom groans, fuck yes. We undo the eyehooks and turn Tom around, reattaching at the wrists tightly. Ivan yanks the clearly precum soaked jock strap off of Tom who still is half chubbed and who is clearly still turned on by the look of his glistening cock slit. We secure his ankles but leave a little slack on the chains. Ivan puts the blindfold back on and then attaches the ball gag. Tom relaxes and takes deep breath while Ivan, who now has two floggers that both look like barbed wire is planning his angle of attack. Seeing panic in my eyes thinking he’s going to torture Tom, Ivan hands it to me to see that it’s leather with stiffened pieces that look like barbs. I’m relieved and Ivan with an evil grin, says, don’t worry, no permanent harm but it will still scratch him up some.

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.

Please make some narrative progress. There's lots of directions to go in. Before you blow yet another bubble, revisit the earlier plot points you've created: Gray and Connor, Karl and Shiro, Rashid and Jake, Andy, Jamie, etc. Season 3 of this is just more of the same but without the progress.

@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.

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Part Two They kept him drugged for days. In and out of consciousness for over 72 hours…whatever they were giving him made him happy, blissfully so and with how things had been lately…he embraced it. It took three days for the world to come back into focus…to stop being a blur of colors and sound and coalesce back into a room…a dingy room with a broken bed. His first thoughts were where…and then how…he sat up and the world twisted beneath him and he fell back onto the mattress moaning…not he was left with why. He laid there in the dirty bed for god knows how long, waiting for his stomach to settle and his headache to pass…but they never did. He sat up slower this time, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the room to stop spinning. The door opened and Harry walked in with bottled water, “Hey! My star is awake!” he handed Peter the bottle who opened it and downed it instantly. “Star?” Peter croaked. The man held up a tablet and pushed play. Peter watched in horror as he was fucked by some stranger…his head falling back as he moaned…his cock throbbing hard as precum leaked down the shaft… He looked away, pretty sure he was going to throw up now, “Turn it off.” Harry clicked pause, “But why? Dude you’re a fucking star! We’ve never had traffic like this…you’re a natural!” “I’m not gay…” Peter spat as his head pounded. “A lot of porn stars aren’t kid…trust me.” “I’m not a porn star!” Peter raged, turning to look at the man. Harry smiled, “Well you are now.” Peter groaned as he tried to stand and fell immediately back onto the bed. “What’s wrong kid, headache, dizzy? Cotton mouth? Maybe a little queasy?” Peter looked at him in shock, “What did you do?” He laughed, “I made you happy!” he exclaimed loudly, “And I can make you happy again.” He held up a small bag of white powder and Peter felt his heart sink. “You’ve been flying for three days now kid…that’s three days of withdrawals that you are going to get hit with and let me tell you, I don’t know what it is with you but this shit seems to fuck you up pretty bad!” Peter said nothing but he knew what it was, since the spider bite everything had been turned up to 11 with his senses. His nervous system had been rewired in ways that no one could fully explain…it would seem to reason that the effectiveness of the drugs was enhanced then the withdrawal pains would be too. As if on cue his stomach cramped and he winced. “Your choice kid, you can sit there and suffer or…” Harry knelt down so he could make eye contact, “You can get your first paycheck in this and feel so much better.” Peter closed his eyes, trying to ride out the pain but this was so much worse than any pain he had felt. It wasn’t physical, it wasn’t a punch or a blow…it was inside of him, clawing at him, digging in deep…he let out another moan and Harry chuckled. “Ok tough guy, have it your way,” and he stood up. “Wait,” Peter called out before he could change his mind, “Please make it stop.” Harry put the bag away and pulled a syringe out of his pocket, “One dose of happy coming up.” The needle was a small prick and Peter fell the warm flow as it moved up his arm, he closed his eyes and he waited for it to hit his heart… And boom, just like that the pain was gone. His whole body hummed as Peter fell back onto the bed arms stretched…relishing the warm happy that had returned. He laid there, his eyes closed in ecstasy when he felt a hand grasp his cock…he looked up slowly and saw Harry holding his dick, “You have a great cock kid,” and lowered his mouth onto it. Peter gasped as he felt the warm wetness of Harry's mouth envelop his cock, he was too high to protest or even think about what was happening. He just laid there and enjoyed the feeling of Harry's tongue swirling around his shaft. Harry took his time, licking and sucking every inch of the teen’s huge cock, watching his abs clench with each breath…Harry could not believe how hot this kid was. He moved lower to Peter’s huge balls and began to lick them as he stroked the spit-soaked cock with his hand. Peter moaned and bucked his hips, pushing his cock into Harry’s fist. Harry looked up at the teen, his eyes filled with lust, "You like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?" Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Harry chuckled and went back to sucking on the peach sized balls as Peter slowly thrust up into his hand, fucking himself like a good little crack whore. Harry loved the way the kid's body responded to him, like he was made for this. he spread the boy’s legs as he went lower, licking his taint and gnawing on the delicate flesh. Peter squirmed and moaned, his cock throbbing as Harry's tongue teased him. Harry's fingers joined in, rubbing and pressing against Peter's hole, making him gasp and buck his hips. "Oh shit!," Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as Harry's fingers slipped inside him, stretching him open. Harry chuckled, "You like that, huh? You like having your tight little asshole played with?" Harry's fingers curled inside him, hitting that sweet spot that made Peter see stars. He couldn't help but push back against them, wanting more. Harry chuckled, taking it as an invitation to add another finger, stretching Peter wider. The slight burn only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through Peter's body. “Oh god…you’re in me!” Peter moaned, his hips moving in time with Harry's hand. “Wait! No…oh shit right there!” Peter cried out; his eyes wide as Harry's fingers found that spot inside him that made his entire body shudder. Harry grinned, as he finger fucked the teen savagely. Watching the boy’s perfect body shake and writhe like a cat in heat. Harry couldn't help but grin, he loved breaking in new talent, especially ones as gorgeous as Peter. He added a fourth finger, stretching the teen's tight hole wider, making him cry out in pleasure-pain. "Fuck, yes! Right there, oh god!" Peter screamed, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his abs. Harry could feel the boy's prostate swelling under his touch, ready to explode. Harry pulled his fingers out and Peter looked up at him breathless…eyes wide in shock. The look of sheer hunger on his face was impressive. Harry stood up and took his clothes off, he wasn’t much to look at but what he lacked in physical stature he made up for in cock size. A huge, thick uncut cock swung beneath his legs, a monster of meat that was slowly waking up. Harry sat back in his chair, stroking his cock to life, “Come on kid…come over and sit on Santa’s lap.” Peter looked at him in silence, his mind screaming at him not to do this…but the feeling of emptiness in him… Harry just grinned, “Come ride me kid and I’ll give you a little bonus on top of what I just gave ya.” The thought of another shot made Peter’s body shake and he found himself slowly getting off the bed and moving towards Harry his cock slapping up against his abs as he walked. “My god kid,” Harry commented, “You are fucking flawless, come on up here and ride my cock.” Peter slowly climbed up ion his lap, straddling the man’s lap, “I-I’m not gay…” he said softly. Harry grabbed his cock and lined up with the boy’s ass, “I know, that’s why this is so hot.” He reached out and placed his hands on Peter’s shoulder…and began to push the boy down. Peter resisted at first, his eyes wide with fear and shock, but Harry was insistent, “Come on kid, you know you want it. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back tears as he felt the fat head of Harry’s cock press against his virgin hole. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but it was no use. Harry was too big, too forceful. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Harry grunted, pushing harder. Peter winced, feeling the burning stretch as Harry’s cock forced its way inside him. He gripped Harry’s shoulders tightly, his nails digging into the man’s skin as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter’s hips tightly as he began to move, pushing deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry growled, his voice heavy with lust. “Relax, kid. Let me in.” Peter took a deep breath, trying to will his body to relax, but it was no use. Every thrust sent a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through him. Harry reached up and pinched the boy’s nipples, the pain shocking him. Peter gasped as his hole relaxed for a moment and he slid down Harry’s huge cock. “Oh god!” Peter cried as he felt the man’s cock stretch his hole wide. He felt his ass clenching around the huge member as Harry stayed still, letting the boy adjust to his size. Harry leaned up and licked the boy’s ears which caused Peter to moan as he relaxed again, sliding even further down, “Oh fuck…oh…you’re in me…shit you’re so fucking big!” Peter exclaimed as he kept sliding further and further down, taking the whole cock into him. Harry grinned, enjoying the view of the boy impaled on his cock. He grabbed Peter's hips and started to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him…as his fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass it smashed his prostate hard…sending chills through Peter’s body. After a few times Peter grew frustrated with the occasional nudge and began moving his hips to meet the man’s thrusts, making sure it hit that spot perfectly. Once he had the angle down Peter began to slam down hard on the man’s cock, his hands gripping his shoulders to brace himself as he rode that cock. Harry stopped moving and just watched this boy fuck himself on his cock. He couldn't believe how hot it was to watch this perfect specimen of a teenager take his cock like a champ. Peter's abs were glistening with sweat, his face contorted in pleasure as he slammed down on Harry's cock, taking it balls deep with each thrust. "Fuck, kid, you're a natural," Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter's hips tightly. "Ride that cock, take it all." Peter moaned, his eyes locked with Harry's as he bounced up and down, his ass cheeks clapping against Harry's thighs. Peter’s mind was on fire, there was a voice in his head screaming he was fucking himself but it was drowned out by this louder sound that just kept saying MORE MORE MORE! It took Peter a second to realize it was him, chanting it as he rode Harry’s cock harder. Harry smiled, “You want more kid?” he grabbed Peter’s slim waist and slammed the kid down as he thrust up with all his strength, Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter could only whimper, his body shaking as Harry began to pound into him, his huge cock stretching the boy’s tight hole to its limit. Peter’s hands scrambled for purchase on Harry’s chest as he tried to hold on. Harry just laughed, “You like that, huh? Thought you were straight kid? What happened to I’m not gay?” Peter didn’t answer, he just slammed his body down on Harry’s cock over and over, frantically chasing that pleasure each time his prostate was tagged. “Such a fucking whore,” Harry said standing up, Peter riding his cock as he walked over to the bed. Harry and Peter fell back onto the bed, Harry’s cock slamming into the teen as he hit the mattress, his head flew back as he moaned wantonly. Harry pulled the boy’s legs apart and fucked him proper now, slamming his massive cock into the boy’s tiny hole with all his strength, the bed creaked as Peter was railed like a proper crack whore. His toes curled as he felt himself get stretched wider than he could even imagine. Harry's cock was a monster, splitting him open, filling him completely. Peter could feel every thick vein, every ridge, every pulse of the man's heartbeat inside him. He moaned, his body trembling as Harry began to pick up speed, fucking him harder, deeper. “You like that kid? You like being fucked like an animal?” Harry asked, his hips slapping against the boy’s smooth ass as he fucked him. Peter’s mind was gone, his eyes were closed as his head trashed from side to side, he let out a loud, “Oh fuck me Mister Stark!” as he felt his cock throb against his abs. Harry took that as a yes and leaned on his hands gripping the boy’s waist so he could pull him into each thrust harder and harder. Peter's eyes flew open, his mouth forming a perfect O as he felt Harry's cock slam into him, hitting that spot deep inside him that made his vision go\ white. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peter chanted, his body writhing as Harry pounded into him, his huge cock stretching him wide. Harry grinned, loving the sight of this perfect boy being used like a cheap whore. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Peter's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me, kid?" Harry grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Gonna fill your tight little ass\ with my load?" Peter could only moan in response, his body tensing as Harry's cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Harry's hand worked his cock expertly. "Cum for me, Peter," Harry growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me what a good little whore you are." Those words sent Peter over the edge, he let out a loud, guttural roar as his cock pulsed, shooting stream after stream of hot cum onto his abs and chest. Peter's whole body shook as he shot what felt like gallons of cum over his toned body, his ass spasming around Harry's cock as he came. Harry grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his own cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peer moaned miserably as he felt himself get bred…but as quickly as the shame hit it faded as the man fell on top of the boy, both of them panting and sweaty. Peter began to drift off as Harry pulled his cock free…leaving the boy alone with his bliss. The next time Peter woke up he was cold…so fucking cold. It was dark and the room looked worse than it normally did. He got up shivering, wrapping the blanket around him as he walked out of the room, looking for anyone. The next room was the Hary’s office, it seemed like a lifetime ago he had walked in here hoping to make some quick cash. Harry was sitting at his desk and a guy in his mid-twenties was sitting across from him. When Peter walked out Harry smiled. “Peter! My boy how are you?” Peter just shook, “Cold.” Harry nodded, “Yeah, that’s just you coming down…you ready to earn some more?” Ther thought that he had done more than enough for another hit passed through Peter’s mind but he was afraid of angering the man so he just nodded silently. “Great, well this is Joel and he’s your next partner, Joel, this is our star.” The man stood up, he was tall, athletic, looked like a college jock to Peter, “Hey, I’ve heard great things,” he said, taking the blanket and pulling it off the boy, “Lemme see what I’m working with.” Peter stood there naked, his body covered in dried cum and sweat, his cock soft and hanging between his legs. Joel looked him up and down, smirking, “Damn, you really are a pretty thing, ain’t ya?” he said, circling the boy like a predator. Peter felt his stomach churn, this guy was different, there was something about him that made Peter uneasy. But he needed the fix, needed the high, so he stood there and let the man look him over. Joel was behind Peter and grabbed his ass, “Damn firm…I like that,” he said, parting the boy’s cheeks and slipping a finger into Peter’s hole. The teen gasped as Joel’s finger slipped into him, he pressed himself to Peter, his mouth at the boy’s ear, “You’re tight…I like that,” he said licked around his ear. Peter shuddered, trying to pull away but Joel held him firmly in place. “Where you going, pretty thing? We’re just getting started,” he said, adding another finger, stretching Peter wider. Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan as Joel finger-fucked him slowly, "You're going to love what I do to you," he said, kissing the boy's neck lightly. Peter shivered now…he couldn’t be liking this…he can’t! Joel’s finger slipped out and he slapped the teen’s ass, “Yeah I’m in, when we start?” Harry smiled, “Let me get him prepped, you can change in there,” he said pointing to the room Peter came out of. Joel nodded and walked out and Harry motioned for Peter to come closer, “Come on kid, time for your medicine.” He pulled out a syringe and Peter felt his whole body respond…fuck he was in deep, “Can’t I just go?” Peter asked miserably. Harry paused, “Sure, of course you can kid,” he pulled out some 20’s and laid them on the desk, “Here you go, 200 bucks, of course that not going to buy much of what you need but you can try, or…” he placed the syringe next to the bills, “You can just feel happy again.” Peter looked at the money, then at the syringe, then back at the money. Fuck, he hated himself for this but he picked up the syringe, “I can't keep doing this,” he said, handing the needle to the man. Harry just nodded, "Sure kid, whenever you want to stop just say so, lemme see your arm." Peter held out his arm and Harry hit him…Peter had to stifle a moan as the drugs hit his system. He swayed there smiling, not sure of anything for a moment, “Damn kid, this shit hits you hard…you are a perfect junkie.” The words meant little to Peter as he was led back into the room, now Joel was on the bed, naked, stroking his cock as a man filmed him behind a video camera. Joel looked over at Peter and patted the space next to him, “Come on kid, come jerk off with me.” Peter stumbled over, his mind hazy from the drugs, and sat down next to Joel. The man's hand was already working his cock, long and thick, as he looked over at Peter with a hungry smile. "Come on kid, show me how you play with that big cock!" Peter's hand gripped his cock and began to get himself hard. Joel watched, his own hand working faster, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's it, stud, show me what you've got." Peter closed his eyes his cock grew to full mast, he took hold of it with both hands and began to stroke himself, seemingly forgetting about the stranger and camera in the room with him. Peter was in his own little world until he felt a hand move his aside, he looked over and saw Joel grabbing his cock, “Let me help you baby,” he said, taking over jerking Peter’s dick. Peter moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Joel’s strong hand worked his cock, “Mmm, you like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?” Joel whispered, leaning in close to the teen’s ear. Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Joel chuckled, “You are such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just a little whore who loves getting his cock touched.” Peter’s hips bucked as Joel’s hand sped up, his grip tightening around the teen’s shaft. Joel’s other hand snaked around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Peter could feel Joel’s erection pressing into his hip, hot and hard. Joel leaned in, his breath hot on Peter’s ear, “You want this, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, fucking you hard?” Peter whimpered, his mind screaming no, he shook his head and Joel laughed as he took the teen's hand and moved it to his cock, "Come on you little stud, feel my cock...imagine that fucking you." Peter's hand wrapped around Joel's thick cock, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his fingertips. He stroked it slowly, his mind racing with images of it inside him. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, "That's it, baby. You're a natural at this." Joel's hand left Peter's cock and trailed down to his balls, cupping them gently before moving further back to tease his hole. Peter gasped, his body tensing as Joel's finger pressed against his entrance. "Relax, you want this don’t you?," Joel murmured, his voice low and husky. Peter shook his head again as Joel’s finger moved up into him, slowly starting to fuck him. Peter shivered as he felt the man’s finger violate him in ways that would have been unimaginable days ago…but was now becoming familiar, “Spread your legs handsome, let me in,” Joel whispered. Peter’s legs moved apart naturally as a second finger was added. He was moaning now, his hips moving in time with Joel’s hand, fucking himself on those fingers. Joel chuckled, “That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how much you love it.” Peter could only whimper, his body on fire with desire and the drugs coursing through his veins. He felt Joel’s thumb rubbing against his taint, pressing against his prostate, sending electric shocks through his body. Peter arched his back, pushing himself further onto Joel’s fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure. Joel obliged, curling his fingers inside Peter, pegging his prostate relentlessly while his thumb massaged the sensitive spot outside. "You have a girlfriend stud? Huh, you have a sweet little something you like to fuck?" Peter moaned, "MJ," as he pushed back on the man's fingers. "Does MJ fuck you like this?" Joel asked, added a fourth finger. Peter let out a loud, “OH FUCK!” as he felt his eyes roll back in his head, Joel chuckled, “Let’s see how straight you are,” he pushed Peter’s head down to his cock as he fingered the boy’s ass faster, “Suck daddy’s cock for him now.” Peter hesitated for a moment, looking at the thick veiny cock in front of him, but the drugs and the pleasure coursing through his body won out. He opened his mouth and took the head of Joel’s cock inside, swirling his tongue around it. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, “That’s it, slugger, take it all.” Peter took more of the cock into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat, gagging slightly. Joel grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down further, “Relax your throat, straight guy. You can take it.” Peter tried to breathe through his nose, relaxing his jaw as Joel began to fuck his mouth, slow and steady at first, then picking up speed. Peter could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip of Joel's cock, and it only served to turn him on more. He moaned around the thick meat in his mouth, his own cock throbbing with need. Joel's fingers were still buried deep in his ass, fucking him steadily, and the dual sensation of being filled and used was driving him wild. Joel's grip on his hair tightened, and he began to fuck Peter's mouth harder, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "That's it, you little slut. Take my cock like a good boy. Show me how much you love sucking dick." Peter felt the shame and embarrassment from sucking a cock but the drugs and the moment was too much as he just licked around the stranger’s cock more as he pushed back onto the fingers. He knew this was wrong and that he shouldn’t be doing this but his body didn’t care, didn’t care one bit. Joel slipped his fingers free and pulled Peter’s head up by his hair, “Ok straight boy, time to ride my cock.” He moved Peter over his hips, watching the boy’s perfect abs move as he settled one leg on either side, “Now reach back and line my cock up to that straight boy hole.” Peter swayed in place for a moment and then he slowly reached back and grasped the man’s cock, “That’s it, now come on…show me how straight you are by riding my cock!” Peter felt the head of Joel’s cock press against his hole, he hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, but his body betrayed him as he slowly lowered himself onto the thick shaft. “Oh fuck!” Peter exclaimed as the head popped past his ring of muscle, his body stretching to accommodate the thick invader. “So tight,” Joel marveled at the boy’s body as he sat there, impaled on his cock, trying to adjust, “Well come on Peter…show me how straight you are already!” Joel said smacking the boy’s ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. Peter yelped, his body jerking, causing him to slide further down Joel’s cock. “Oh fuck!” he cried out, his hands grasping Joel’s chest for support. Joel just laughed, “That’s right, baby. Take it all. Your tight little hole is swallowing my cock like a champ.” He grabbed Peter’s hips and began to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him, his eyes rolling back in his head as Joel's fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass, smashing his prostate hard, sending chills through Peter’s body. “Fuck, kid, you’re so goddamn tight,” Joel grunted, his hands squeezing Peter’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Your little boy pussy is strangling my cock.” Peter could only whimper in response, his body tensing with each thrust. He’d never felt so full, so completely invaded. Joel laughed watching Peter slam his ass back down on his cock, “That’s it straight boy, harder…ride that cock harder!” he exclaimed with glee. Peter was mortified to find himself doing just that, his ass slapping against Joel’s lap as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. In his mind he knew he was straight and this was so wrong but his body didn't care anymore, he wanted more...he needed more. “Harder,” Joel whispered to the teen, “Come on, stud show me what you got.” Peter, lost in the haze of drugs and pleasure, complied, slamming his ass down on Joel’s cock with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s moans and Joel’s grunts. Joel’s hands moved from Peter’s hips to his ass, spreading the boy’s cheeks wide, giving the camera a clear view of where they were joined. “Look at that, Peter,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, “Look at my cock disappearing inside that tight little hole of yours. You’re taking it like a pro, kiddo. Come on…show me that body…give me a show while you ride my cock!” Peter’s arms raised over his head as he flexed, making his abs clench and his pecs squeeze…Joel’s hands moved over his body shameless, feeling him up…oh god he loved it! Peter writhed under the man’s touch as he impaled himself on that cock, his old self sobbing internally. “Tell the people where you’re from stud,” Joel said pinching the boy’s nipples. “Queens,” Peter moaned, his back arching into the cock. Joel chuckled, “Queens here…” And for a moment Peter wasn’t here anymore, he was in a hotel room in Berlin, he looked down and saw Cap under him as he rode his cock… “Oh, fuck Cap,” Peter whimpered, “You’re so big…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to attack you.” Joel just chuckled, knowing the kid was flying high and just went with it, “It’s fine Peter, just make it up to me, be my little slut…can you do that? Can you ride my cock harder?” Peter, lost in his fantasy, nodded and began to move faster, slamming his ass down onto Joel's cock with increasing force. "So good Cap...oh fuck please...please I'll be good...just make me an Avenger...please...I'll do anything!" Joel shook his head, kid wanted to be an Avenger? Oh well, he had heard weirder from crack whores, “You wanna be an Avenger boy…show me how you ride my cock! Show me you can be the best slut on the team…show me how you would service all of us!” Peter's mind was a whirlwind of drugs and fantasies, he was no longer in the rundown studio, he was in Avengers tower, surrounded by the heroes he admired. And he was on flat on the table, legs up as Cap fucked him hard! Peter was moaning loudly, his cock leaking pre-cum as Cap's thick cock stretched him wide. "Fuck Cap, you're so big! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Peter cried out, his body tensing as Cap nailed his prostate over and over again. Joel, watching the boy's performance, grinned, "That's it, stud. Cum for me. Show me how you'd serve the Avengers." Peter's body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto his abs and chest, his ass clamping down on Joel's cock as he rode out his orgasm. Cum flew up, hitting Peter in his face and chest as it dripped down his abs. Joel grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peter collapsed onto Joel's chest, panting, his body slick with sweat and cum. Joel wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close as he continued to pulse inside him. "Good boy," he murmured, kissing Peter's forehead. "You did real good." Peter just lay there passing out, boneless, his mind a fog of drugs and endorphins. Joel moved the boy off of him, he was out cold. The man looked at the camera, “Tell me you got all that.” The cameraman nodded, “Yeah…you done with him?” Joel nodded and moved out of the bed as the cameraman started to strip. As the man spread Peter’s legs and pushed into the prone teen Joel walked out to the office to find Harry, it wasn’t like him to walk out on a shoot. He found the man at his desk, going through a backpack, “Why’d you leave? You missed the best part.” Harry shook his head, “I don’t think so,” he said as he pulled out Spider-Man’s costume and webshooters, “I’m pretty sure this is the best part.” Both men stared at the costume and realized…they had hit the jackpot.

Christian closed his eyes and gently wrapped his arms around Jon’s head to keep him down and shot his cum deep down Jons throat. Joh’s throat massaged Christian’s dick and milked it to the last drop. I am going to cum, Jon’s cock looked ready to pop . Christian asked Jon where he wanted to cum. Jon wanted to cum on Christian’s ass so Christian folded his body in half while Jon rubbed Christian’s smooth hole with his hard cock. Christian reached out for Jon’s nipples with his tongue and few seconds later Jon’s cock erupted and made a pool of cum right on top of Christian’s deep smooth hole. Damn, you have such a deep pretty hole. I’d think some bottom boys would be envious oyour hole. Jon told Christian to stay still and took his time playing with the hole with the cum but Jon’s softening cock couldn’t enter Christian’s tight hole . I am sorry that I am not as good of a bottom. I wish I could practice bottoming more. Jon asked Christian if hehave tried partying and asked him if he wanted to try tonight because it can help Christian to relax and possibly open up. Half an hour later, they were at the door of Jon’s fried Joey’s place. A n older white man opened the door they walked in. It was a war and coy with lots of Christmas lights all over the place . Joey led them to the back of the room and there were 3 other men lounging around almost naked. U have a dress code . Joey spoke as he took his robe off of his body and he was naked underneath. And others joined him as they shed their underwear. Jon was naked as well and puled christians pants down while Christian puled his t shirt off of him.. christian felt nervous and his penis was soft from but noticed the other men had semi hard ons. You look like a little boy Joey said as he picked up a bong and pushed it towards Christian. Jon told him that it was his first . And told christian to do as instructs. And Joey suggested Christian to hold Jon's dick while Jongives instruction. Christian got on his knees between Jon’s legs and watched Jon heating up the bong and when Jon paced out at his lips and told him to slowly inhale deep until he says to stop, he followed the instruction, Christian felt his chest feel tight or few seconds before blowing out smoke at Jons cue. Daamn. Few words from the men as they were impressed at the amount of white smoke Christian inhaled and blew out. The whole room was foggy for a little bit until the air purifier cleared up the fog. Jon told Christian to do another one but to hold the smoke until his cock was in the throat. Christian did as he was told and felt his mind getting foggy as he released the thick white cloud around Jon’s dick. Christian stayed down on Jon’s cock even after the fog was all cleared up because he felt the strongest desire for cock that he’s never felt before. One man noticed christian’s hairless body except a little bit of pubes and asked Jon if it was natural. Christian heard Jon replaying then shared the pictures of their previous session. For few minutes men talked about him but Christian’s mind was too occupied by the cock in his throat that he just drilled on the cock while the others talked about him. He heard someone mentioning obedient slut as Jon told Christian to go to Joey. Keep my balls in your mouth. Joey told christian and he did until Joey told him to suck the bong placed at his lips. Joey got up to answer the door bell so Christian blow out smoke while on kissed him and pulled on his nipples. Jon slowly walked loser to other men, He stroked Christian gently while the other man heat ups the bong and while the cloud was blown out around the other cock everyone was startled by a loud speech of a man. Damn, that’s a prettiest cm bucket and christian opened his eyes and turned around find the pic of his hole with a cum pooled between the mounds was on a huge TV for everyone to see. The men around him laughed and Christiaan lost his hunger for cock momentarily. There were short greetings and talking and explanation of what was going on. Christian was told to do another r hit with the new man’s cock. And Joey announced it was business time. And men went to another room. One of the white man hat didn’t give a hit to Christian told him that hell show how to clean he hole. But the last man said he didn’t get a turn so he told the other man to bring me to the bathroom when he was done and left. The last man was a young latino man his cock was rock hard and huge already. He amde christian suck on the bong for almost a minute and pushed his head down to the base of his cock blocking the airway so tight that white smoke did’t get released as much. Christian started to feel light headed from being choked on the cock until Joey’s voice interrupted the suffocation. Late not kissed Christian as he walked him to the bathroom and left. The white man was in the shower and told christian to come in. He stuck a hose into Christian’s hole and filled it with water and told him to let it out at the toilet. Christian felt too shy to do it in front of the stranger so he didn’t start letting it out til h was alone. Haitian did a second time and the water was almost clear ut he started to feel a new peasaruabe sensation as he et water escaping his hole. And third time e water hole felt so good inside of him. He felt his hole just relaxing and opening as he fucked himself with a horse and letting the water flow down into the drain. He was so entranced in this fucking that he did’t notice the latino boy entering and standing in the bathroom until he heard a chuckle from him. HUngry pussy? Huh I gotta go now but I will be back to fill you up . You like that? Christian nodded. We,, I gotta ee now so get down and open your hole. As soon as Christian got down on the tub, Latino boy started to piss on Christian , Christian was surprised at how hot the piss felt as it hit his skin and how good it felt to be pissed on by this young latino stranger/. Christian lost track of time and stayed in the shower until Jon came to get him. Jon asked Christian how he feels. And christian told him I hungry for dicks. When Christian got back to the lounge two white men couple were about to eave and the atmosphere was more mellow. Jon and Joey sat Christian between them and they talked about sex and other things. When asked about how he was feeling after partying, Christian told them he wants to get fucked. For next few hours both men played with christian’s throat and hole but they body was too tired to get complete hard on after 2 or 3 orgasms earlier. They tried to push into Christian’s hole every time they thought they were hard enough but Christian’s hole didn’t relax and open up wide enough for them before they started to get softer. Christian’s throat had no problem opening up for men’s cocks and got them hard so they kept fooling around slowly for few hours until the sun came up and had to wrap up the playing. Jon and Joey went to the other room to talk business and christian went to the kitchen to dispose he bottles and glasses they’ve used then saw the door open and saw the latino boy walking in, he handed a bottled drink to Christin and told him to drink it and wait for him while he talks to Joey. And walked into the room with Jon and Joey. Few minutes later Jon and latino boy came out and they walked out of Joey’s pace together. Jon had a car waiting outside and he had to rush to get home and easy for work. Latino boy told Jon he will walk Christian to his place as Jon left.

As the sun was shining through the shutters, Chris woke up with a raging boner, feeling Mike still asleep, bare ass against him. He check the clock... 10:00 AM. Well it is the weekend no need to rush. Chris run his fingers on Mike's crack, feeling it a bit moisture... Likely due to his cum. Chris brought his dick against Mike's hole and rub it while caressing Mike's body. Mike was reacting but not yet wakening. Chris started to push in, while maintaining Mike's body pressed against his, and kissing his back. Mike's tender hole gave in to pressure and Chris pushed slowly but firmly deep until he is balls deep. Mike woke feeling the intrusion.. "What are you doing ?" "Hey sunshine, you were teasing my dick with your sweet cunt" starting to withdraw slowly "Was I ? must have been a dream" "Maybe, but you were moaning. Do you want me to stop ?" Chris asked pushing all it back in, making Mike moaning. "Owh... Do you have a condom on ?" enquired turning his head to Chris, feeling his morningwoor leaking with excitement. "Euh no still not. Remembered we used last one yesterday ? and we have already fucked bare twice and half then ?" "Oh fuck, I have never played raw before this weekend..." "Well then it is highly likely there is no risk Mike!" Chris replied kissing Mike and ramping up the pace to fuck him Mike give the kisses back while enjoying being fucked by his lover. Maintaining the kiss, Chris roll Mike on his belly, broke the kiss "Now babe, I will give you the fuck of your life" and without waiting any longer he went wile and fucking merciless Mike's ass. Mike was surprised by how brutal he was fuck painfully... fully awake, he was wimping about the situation and wehn is about Chris to stop he felf pleasure waves irradiating compensating the pain. Chris intensified his pace as he was nearing climax, and each thrust was also bringing Mike closer. In one last thrust, Chris went deeper than ever, passing Mike's second ring, and just seed him "Fuck Mike, I am getting you pregnant!" At the same time, Mike eyes widened as he felt his second ring opened and hearing Chris words made him cum on the bedsheets again. "Fuck Chris, that was rough... it hurt but god I neer came that much." Chris was still panting "Yeah, glad you like that" "unfortunate I do not have a womb, I would carry your child" still wasted and facing the mattre, Chris on top of him "Oh but Mike, you are carrying by babies. They are swirling in you" Chris said while withdrawing noticing some streaks of blood mixed with cum on his shaft. Chris got up and helped Mike as they went showevering. Mike did not notice the red streaks, Chris did not mention it. They had a brunch and Chris proposed to go walking into the city parks, doing some site seeing. Mike accepted, what mattered was spending quality time with Chris anyway. They wandered into town, visited some city monuments and later in the day, they entered a park and rest on a bench. Chris was getting horny, remembering he already had taken and given loads behind some of this trees. As they were enjoying the sun on their face, Chris brough his arm from Mike's knee behind his back and lowered it slowly. He carefully inserted his hand in Mike's underwear and reaching his crack, inserted his middle finger deep. Mike was astonished and faced Chris and before he could object, Chris pressed his lips on his, still working his finger in. Chris broke the kiss "Man I am so horny, I could just push down your pant and bree you right here..." Mike was overwhelmed by the situation... His ex were never that sexually active... He decided to give in and himslef got his hand on Chris scrotch. "Hum getting bold Mike!" Chris teased him while he withdrawing his fingers, covered in Mike's fluid and his own cum, "Taste your hole Mike" Chris ordered. Controlled by his lust Mike did as told. "Mike, would you let me take you here ? I really need to release or at this pace, I wll stain my pant and that will be noticible in the street" Chris faintly asked. "Well okay, but maybe not here in plain sight then" Mike agreed wanting to explore more. "Follow me then, there is a spot behind these bushes". Chris led him to a remote place in the park. No one was seen, but Chris well knew it does me no one was watching. Chris bent Mike over and made him lay his hand on a tree trunk, push down his pants, release his dong and pushed almost full in Mike"s hole. "Fuck Chris, please go slow I am a bit sore" Mike complained "As you want Babe, but the slower the longer it will take for me to cum." Chris replied, without clearly stating that people could then join in "Is it not better when it last longer ? "Mike asked naively Chris just approved by ramming Mike's ass with long strokes, rubbing Mike prostate. They both enjoyed the moment but in different ways. Mike was concentrating on the senssation of being full, closed eyes. Chris was fucking the ass while paying attention to their surroundings. He accelerated the pace, and just warn Mike that he was cumming "God, Mike, here come my babies!!" and he filled in deep. Then Mike heard a branch cracking. He opened his eyes and saw a man, in his fourties who seemed a it wasted, coming nearby "Fuck Chris, there is someone". Chris still in reassured Mike. "Ah indeed, well that happens, do not worry". The man happens "that is hot dude. You just came in him right ?" Chris noded. "Would you mind if I have a go at him ? I have not had a pussy for a week now..." Chris withdraw and waved him to take his place. He went to kiss Mike to distract him and hold him. The stranger unzip his fly, releasing a nice big and long cock and just ram it in Mike's ass. Mike was struggling... he was offered by Chris, he tried to complain about the situation but Chris was maintaining the kiss, until he stopped it and ordered Mike "Just let go, enjoy the ride Babe!". Mike was again feeling the pain being replaced by the pleasure... After 5 minutes of being internally massaged, he just came over the tree trunk, squizzing the stranger cock "Fuck man, I am gonna fill your cunt!" and released deep inside Mike's hole. "Thanks man" was all he said before packing back and left Chris and Mike. "Fuck Chris, what was that?" "Well, you just took an anonymous load deep, I would say" "Fuck... this is risky... he should have used a rubber" "Well he should have you are right... but he made you cum hand-free... So you pretty enjoyed it, did you not ?" Mike was puzzled by Chris answer. It was true... He actually enjoyed that feeling... since Chris came in him he loved it... "So what do you want to do now ?" Chris asked "It is getting late. shall we have dinner in a restaurant and get back at your place... I think I like the idea of taking your cum in me" Mike said, Chris givin a lustful smile.

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…