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I had been playing with a Poz Top Daddy for a few months, hoping to get the gift, but nothing was taking. After we finished our last session, he sat me up and handed me a business card. This boy is the “Positive Outcomes Clinic”. If you really want to become Poz, book an appointment with them. I was for some reason really nervous when I called the clinic, but the receptionist on the phone was really friendly and helped to calm my fears. We discussed the booking process but said if you want to know our procedures, you’ll have to come in for free consultation. I took a leap of faith and booked for Friday afternoon. Friday afternoon came and I found the place in a nondescript office building on one of the upper floors. It was all professional looking, like a doctor’s office with a few chairs, reception desk, really looking like a medical clinic. The receptionist took my name and ushered me into one of the small consultation rooms where he gave me a fizzy, slightly bitter drink while I waited for the “doctor”. As I was sipping the drink the “doctor” came in and told me about the clinic was specifically setup for men who were serious about becoming Poz and were having difficulty doing so. The fee was almost $2,000, but the drink was starting to make me feel more relaxed. He gave me a credit card terminal and I swiped my card. He told me we can get started right away, I just needed to fill out some consent and health forms. Once the forms were filled out I was ushered to a larger examination room and was told to strip and lay down on a gynecological exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor took some bloodwork and began examining my body, especially my hole. He had his receptionist shave my ass. At this point I was really relaxed and to be honest, quite buzzed from the drink. The doctor explained that they regularly collect high viral load cum from selected members of the community. With that, he went to a small fridge and removed a syringe with about 200ml of white fluid. He explained this was Phase 1 of tonight and we go with a starter dose that also acts as lube for the rest of the procedures. With that, he inserted the syringe into my hole while the receptionist put my cock into a cage. The doctor then took a vial of white powder, dipped his finger into it and inserted it knuckle deep into my ass. This will burn for a bit, but it makes things so much easier for you. He left saying I’ll be back in a few minutes as put headphones over my ears playing club music and turned the lights to a deep dark red. Part 2 coming very soon

Sorry gents, as it often does life got in the way a bit. I circled back a couple days ago, and had to re-read this myself to get the brain rolling again. After a few false starts, happy to say new chapters are underway. Reid is definitely in for some hot and heavy adventures, and they're going to "cum" hot, fast, and heavy! +=========================+ As is the case when you're looking forward to something, time passes painfully slow. I tried to avoid thinking about our impending fuck fest, but every time I took a piss through the day, it hurt more and more. I began to wonder if I had hurt myself with the sounds, though I hadn't been any more aggressive than normal when massaging my prostate. I freshened up with another quick shower around 6, and when I hopped out I noticed Ryan had messaged me, asking if it would be okay if he and Drew brought yet another bud along. Apparently my ass must have had a growing reputation thanks to those two. I figured the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound," pretty much applied here, so I replied that they could bring him. About 30 minutes later there was the anticipated knock on the door, and this time I answered it with some clothing on. There stood Ryan and Drew, both as I remembered them, but along with them stood a third man who looked rough, and I mean the kind of rough where he looked like he needed to take better care of himself. He wasn't my ideal fuck type at all, but given the two he was with I knew I could focus on them and he would simply be there in the background in my mind. As had become the routine normally (except for this morning), we headed for the bedroom and once there everyone began to shuck clothes. Drew was already half-hard, with another off-color strand of precum hanging down from his piss slit. Ryan looked his normal self, not much muscle mass and those purple blotches across his chest, but my eyes quickly fixated on that cock of his, as his shaft began to expand and his oversized mushroom started to rise. I then looked over at their friend, who introduced himself as Dirk. Dirk was the same height as Drew, but couldn't have weighed more than 150 pounds. I could see his rib cage and his skin looked dry. My best guess put him in his 50s, though I couldn't have known he was a year younger than Ryan. He had the same purple blotches as Ryan and Drew all over his chest, abdomen, and upper legs. And there, between those legs, was a cock with a thickness just less than Drews, and a cock head just smaller than Ryan's. He combined the best of both cocks, and he was already erect and throbbing at a solid 9". He was cut, like Ryan, and I noticed a couple of the purple bruises on his cock as well. Ryan saw me looking over Dirk and quickly moved in and smothered me with a kiss as I felt Drew kneel behind me, spread my cheeks, and begin probing my ass with his tongue. I moaned into Ryan's mouth as his tongue began exploring the inside of my own mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed the bliss to envelop me. I sensed Dirk moving around behind me and shortly after felt his two warm hands gently grip my shoulder and begin to massage my upper back. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. We must have been quick a pile of man-flesh there in the middle of my bedroom. Everyone seemed to be doing their part to hold me upright as each worked a part of my body; I was in heaven. I felt Drew pull his tongue away from my ass and he shifted himself around and swallowed Dirk whole, sloppily deep-throating him and coating his cock with his saliva. After a few minutes of this, I hear him stop and sensed him shift out of the way as Dirk came up behind me and positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. He gave a few short mini-thrusts, and his head popped in on the fourth thrust. Drew's tongue had done excellent work opening me up. Dirk slowly sank himself fully into me and came to a halt pressed up against me. I could feel his ribs against my back, but only for a moment as he slowly withdrew and slid in again. He repeated this a few times before I felt him slam into me several times in rapid succession and roar in my ear as his warmth spread deep into my bowls. "Fuck that was nice, I needed to release that one," he muttered as he slowly softened and begin to pull his cock from my ass. "Plenty more where that came from, gotta make sure the job gets done." Drew chuckled and I felt him slide in behind me, and start fingering my hole. His finger kept moving deep into my hole, and I felt it begin to twist around inside. It felt a little rough, but Ryan had my lips locked and I couldn't say anything. For a minute or so Drew continued probing my hole with his thin finger, until he pulled out with a curious feel. He rose to his feet and stepped behind me and slowly began to press his precum-smothered head to my anal opening. He decided not to go slow, and as I felt the tip of his arrowhead part my lips he slammed forward and hilted himself balls-deep. I cried out into Ryan's mouth and my eyes teared up; his entry had been the most painful I'd experienced. Much like this morning's first fuck, he brutally pounded me from behind as I heard Dirk softly egg him on. "Yeah, work that seed in there. Really fuck him and load him deep, ruin that hole so it's never quite the same." I began to feel a little uneasy, but just then Ryan reached around and hugged me tight and for some reason I relaxed, despite the pistoning of Drew behind me. Having already cum twice today, it took him about 20 minutes to finally reach orgasm, and as he swelled and exploded deep in my ass, my hole felt like it was on fire. I realized he only cared about fucking me, and really nothing else, and a part of me felt sad at this fact. He held himself still, once again cursing at how much it hurt to cum, and after I felt his cock begin to ease its spasms, he went back to work slamming my ass for all it was worth. My hole had become loose and sloppy, I could hear the sloshing as Drew slammed around in there. His fourth load was forever in cumming, and after nearly a half-hour, he swelled inside me and pushed as deep as ever and rockets a few more ropes of his cum into my second hole. This time he held himself deep, shuddering and moaning, until he gradually softened and his cock fell out. He dropped to his knees and I felt him again slide his longest finger up inside me, twisting it around as deeply as he could. How I could still feel anything inside my hole was beyond me. After a couple minutes of work, my ass hurt in so many ways, and still I knew Ryan had not yet cum. His dick had been pinched between us and had softened somewhat, but as I felt it begin to achieve full bloat I knew I still had another several loads to take. He broke our kiss as my lips felt chapped from the constant workout, and he looked at me with a surprisingly tender glance and using his thumbs to wipe away the tears. He took my right hand and led me to the bed where he had me lay on my back and slowly pushed my legs up to my chest. His mushroom head found my hold and met no resistance; he slid balls deep. Drew and Dirk both joined us on the bed, as I felt a shiver run through my body. Both placed their hands on the back of each thigh closest to them and began gently kneading those muscles as Ryan began to withdraw and slide back in. His giant head always acted as a plunger, and this time was no different as his thrusts pushed Dirk's and Drew's loads deeper into me. He established a gentle rhythm, working my hole over in a way that I knew he understood how much I was hurting at the moment, but also in a way he could bring himself across the finish line as well. It didn't take him long, and after just a few short minutes his breath got ragged and his head swelled a bit painfully that deep in my ass and with one finally thrust I felt him break deep into my colon before loading me with one of his cum enemas. He held himself deep inside me, a bit uncomfortably so as I felt my abdomen begin to fill. After a couple minutes the feeling subsided and he returned to his gentle in-and-out. I noticed to my left Dirk was stroking himself back to full mast, and for the first time I felt a little repulsed by his look. He looked almost sickly, and I shivered again thinking I had allowed him to cum in me. Ryan needed a bit of time to work up to his second load, and after about 20 minutes he deposited another enema deep inside me. My bowels felt like they were swollen, as if someone had pissed inside me, and yet I apparently wasn't done. Ryan got a determined look on his face and suddenly began a rapid and almost Drew-like brutal thrusting deep into my hole. I could feel the cum sloshing around inside me from the suction, and I glanced down and noticed a bump moving around where my own slight definition of abs were located. I realized I was seeing Ryan's cock head pushing against my inner abdomen and I tensed up in a moment of panic. It took him 15 minutes of tearing my ass up to deposit a third and final load from him. He closed his eyes, avoiding meeting mine, and he sighed and with a slight grin withdrew his cock from my hole. It was streaked red with blood. I knew real damage had occurred inside my hole, and seeing his cock looking like that made me question everything we had done over the last two weeks or so. Dirk shifted himself between my legs with his now-again solid boner, and this sickly-looking man slide into my ass with barely any resistance. Covered in his purple bruises and skinny as he was, I closed my eyes and hoped he would finish quickly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUCCKK..." He hilted and came. He held himself in place as he spasmed, and I opened my eyes to find him staring into them. I felt cold, my body began to shiver. "You really have a great ass man. Ruined now, but amazing to have been inside it," he said as he shuddered, releasing his last drops of cum into me. Well maybe if you guys had gone a bit gentler, it wouldn't be so sloppy and ruined I thought. Dirk laughed first, and Ryan and Drew started almost immediately after him. "Kid, you really don't know how much we enjoyed that," he said chuckling. "But you probably need to get some rest now, you're looking a bit rough for the wear." I was feeling pretty exhausted, and my throat was dry. They dressed quickly and I walked them to the door, a stream of cum beginning to slide down my legs as I brought up the rear; my hole was unable to fully close, nor contain all the cum that had been deposited beyond its gates. I closed the door and made for the shower. The hot water felt good and I grabbed my largest butt plug and worked it in, stemming the flow of seed. I noticed the cum on the shower floor was pink, and as it flowed into the drain I knew my hole had been absolutely wrecked. I toweled off and slipped into bed. It wasn't too late yet, but I decided I was going to go for a run the next morning. I needed to get out and do something other than just offer up my ass. Yet as I drifted off to sleep, I kept thinking of Dirk and how rough he had looked. I needed to perhaps be a bit more selective of the guys I let fuck me, and I entered my dreams deciding I would take more care in the future.

True. If a bottom doesn’t want to receive my bare cock, I will find the one who will. Not going to try to convince anyone of life choices. I know mine, you do you, I do me.

And to add to that, once you go bare you won't go back. I fucked bare and never put a condom on again! Guys wanted me to fuck them and I said no if they wanted it "safe." Bare is the only way to go. I'm sure the men here agree!!

Before HIV, there was the unfortunately named AYDS Diet Plan (no kidding)! RUFF Lessons: First Story here and I’m not going to ask you to be kind – It is not in my nature, please be brutal, especially if it pleases you. For that innocent reader, there are some life lessons of mine which I have diaried in the ‘Book of Dick’ which I have edited to toss out irrelevant data such as remove the top from 35 MM Film Canisters when you shove it up your virgin ass (BEFORE) you insert because (if) the top comes off you will have two fissures of slices as you try to remove the cap. Twinks today are unlikely to ever have one in their possession so – you know – jus sayin. That advice is moot, and so is most any advice unless it is collaborative or substantiated! So, first story here on Breeding Zone, I have lost a lot of precious bodily fluids wanking to Breeding Zone and while I have read and understand the rules, I know that truth is stranger than fiction and truths plus learned behavior and observation affect us in funny ways. I have also led a ping pong ball life of trial and error and despite being lucky I would have really benefitted by mentoring from a gay daddy early on but no such luck (sigh). However, also having a masochistic streak, I usually enjoy Hard Lessons (at least after the tears have dried). Nevertheless this is a work of friction. This a beginning. Perhaps not (the) beginning which started around Kindergarten when I learned the effect of silk on the thigh, or in elementary school where I was electrified by leather. But in a (Southern) Baptist community where spouses do not fuck standing up else someone might think they were dancing the need for caution was obvious. As I was looking to enter military service, The often drunk National Guard Recruiter missed an appointment, the Air Force was a weak consideration, my technical School Teacher in Advanced Electronics was miffed that I had looked into the Navy but for the Advanced Electronics Program, required an initial 6 year enlistment - (4 Yrs with an agreement to extend) which I declined: Being from Missouri, the Coast Guard was not even on the RADAR even though I now know they have to be proficient at multiple professions from the start of their career; No. I was a sucker for Marines! I did not stand a chance! My Recruiter took me for a ride in his Shelby Mustang, and his Gunny took me for a ride in his AC Cobra. I was Happily Doomed! Still, they did not screw me, and the military entrance processing at the time was brief. I was nervous as fuck at the Kansas City MEPS having carelessly smoked a joint a few weeks before, and nervous again if they were going to ask this cocksucker if he had ever sucked a cock of stuck his dick in an ass (m or f), it was still called sodomy in those days). (Guilty on Both Counts! (fortunately it never came up). I suppose worse still would have been a question of if I had ever longed for a cock up my ass. Fortunately the father knows best 'MEPS' Doc simply asked if I liked Girls which I replied yes, of course, A horny Teen will often use any available hole, but for me it had been cocksucking from early in my slutty hobby and Rosy Palm of late. Delayed Entry and IRR build up / prep prior to Boot Camp consisted of excitement, worry, anticipation, dread, joy, and back to excitement. On my Senior Trip to the Nations Capitol, while other Varsity Studs snuck away for some beer, I snuck away to the Leather Bar where the bouncer gave me the side eye (I now know he was cruising me but he also had a job to do). Still this was before 1985 and with a military ID – even one as insignificant as mine would get me in most places. In the dimly lit bar - I was a startled bird and chickened out after blowing a load in my BVDs. After a strenuous Summer of hiking Philmont, sucking dick at the Adult Bookstores three towns over, and a lot of caving & wanking, I went to MCRD San Diego for Marine Corps Boot Camp and there was little to no wanking. Yes, there was exhaustion, perhaps they did put salt peter in the food, yes, there was real mortal fear of being found out and prosecuted so I did my best to not fall behind and especially not to stand out (too far). Despite some surprises such as being told I qualified to be inserted into the Freshman Class of Cadets at Annapolis because of scores and my performance in Phase I and II of Boot Camp, I honestly stated that to succeed at the Naval Academy requires a lot of prep and I surprised my Platoon Commander by requesting the advice of my Senior Drill Instructor which surprised both of them. My query on his OK was to state that I am not a quitter, but I recognize that being ill prepared to jump into such a slot was a formulae for failure. I don’t know about other times, but my high score on the Edson Rifle Range at Pendleton as well as one other, I could see that I had impressed my Senior DI. There were other non-vocalized considerations but I made the right choice and it was not held against me. Despite all physical, chemical, and fear factors, morning wood appeared often with no real opportunity to rub one out. At Graduation, I was a tick ready to pop. Any chicken tendencies had been paved over with resolve and training but pressure was on! I was able to release my load(s) at my familiar adult bookstore but again I was a man who had never been fucked. Waves of horniness could only be partially subdued by wanking and trips to the ABS. After Christmas Break, I reported to NATTC Millington, the former home for Naval Aviation Maintenance Training where a new cautionary experience was to present itself. A student Marine was caught masturbating and it certainly did not help matters that his last name was ‘Bates’. For weeks you could hear the mocking hallway laughter with shouts akin to marko-polo except in this instance it was Master-Bates! Such cautionary considerations tempered my desperation but I was lucky in that NAS Milling was close enough for me to have driven there from my home of record. I became addicted to ABS’s, even the slightly vanilla ones in Tennessee and Missouri. The urge to get fucked was a heavy burden but there were other considerations. If a Marine got Gono or Syphilis on his tool, it was just an embarrassing trip to sick call. If a Navy Doc found it in his or her ass, it was sodomy and a quick career ender. I kept my ashes hauling status in check through cocksucking and avoided any Rocks and Shoals. This turned out to be justified when after A School, I deployed to the IInd Marine Airwing on the East Coast with C school and a coworker who had confided his brother was gay got caught with Syph in his ass and got a Bad Conduct Discharge. As a balance between service to country balanced with my carnal desires, I stuck with ABS’s and Toys which was harder than it sounds. As I completed C School Training and became fully MOS qualified, I had learned to keep my indiscretions over 100 miles from the flag pole. Gay Bars were an extreme hazard since CID and NIS agents would frequent them looking for military haircuts. Anal insertions were woefully inadequate. Cocksucking pitching and receiving was a band-aid to my lust, I needed more. I was reaching out for what I did not at the time know - to become a pushy-demanding-bossy bottom pig slut Marine (as it turns out). When the cops raided and closed the ABS that was not too close to the duty station, not too close to home, this goldilocks had to find a new place to spread her cheeks and receive her pollen. I found it halfway between Knoxville and Pidgeon Forge in a seedy ABS. The parking lot was promising – there were no blue base stickers denoting officer’s cars, we were not near any military base, but there was one red stickered vehicle denoting enlisted POV. NIS and CID would not be using (or so I assumed) such a marked vehicle. In the video arcade area there was a FIT young kid with a military haircut and crutches. This did not put me off; Long before the internet there was a thing called porn addiction. Limited good material and closed supply chain issues meant many ABS’s would have some of the same films and I had been previously mesmerized by the classic porn film called Sothern Comfort. This is where an injured kid in a van has hot sex with a grocery helper from a supermarket. I was a sex zombie, I found an open booth and kept the kid in my field of vision. I’m sure I had a desperate come hither look and he approached. As he entered the booth, I asked him to fuck me but told him we needed to use a rubber. He nodded and I slid my rubber on his member after I sucked it to hardness and turned. Unskilled and awkward, with differing heights and a leg in a cast, we simply could not make it work. Later, after buying tickets into be back theater, I found walls with ass-wide cutout gloryholes. I was a maniac trembling with lust. A cute young guy with a porn mustache and long hair was looking at me, I looked at him and whispered will you please fuck me? And his smile was like a sunrise and his erection was his answer. I quickly rubbered him up and here is where my lack of training and no mentorship changed my ass forever, I then put a rough rider (studded) condom on and he looked at me quizzically. I stood and turned and with no prep I was sawed into like a hacksaw blade was fucking me. I did a gasp and said take the rough rider off! And he did which instantly felt better, When he was done, I instantly turned to thank him and there was his bloody dick staring at me! In my started state he shoved his bloody cum and ass covered cock into my open mouth! I was so stunned and so appalled at what had happened I went on automatic., cleaning and sucking his cock. Previously I had fucked a Sailor in a Virginia Beach ABS Bathroom and had lost my pitching cherry, but this red bloody mess of having my anal cherry popped left me in awe. I had experienced how abrasive studded condoms can be and the ecstasy of Risk and Raw Bareback! The drive on to Cherry Point was a pain in the ass, but I drove with a satisfied mind.

Last night while getting fucked in his favorite position (prone with an arm around my neck), he whispered in my ear that my ass needs more cocks. Knowing him, that means that it's going to happen one day without warning or, rather, I've had my warning. I've fantasized about it all my life. My man's got some hot Daddy friends so I pretty much know who. I'm super excited. Many have fantasized about it, how did the reality match up? I figure it could be up to five total, but I assume it'll be three. Any tips?

For any potential breeders. The door will be open. Holiday inn Express, Trafford centre, M41 7PA Room 223

Chasing the Bug – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League education, and works for one of the most prestigious law firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older then me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered attorney all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the aside – or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum, was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no mater what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. So I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and so began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. So I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas so after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, so I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back off small motor boats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and one guy in particular was sitting on the edge of the back with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching to three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder, said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and hot inside and felt like it was 110 degrees, and the guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back, about 50 feet from the front door. It was fairly dark and he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “So man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want to watch you have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said, this was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like fuck as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin-skin and raw. I heard Richard say, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman, the Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming ‘FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME.” I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his pants and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. So I pulled up my shorts, said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked? “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and laid on the floor and went to sleep. Part 2 – Raw Poz Dick in St Thomas “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to our next destination St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late, and so I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me as it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out, and they drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, two old, beat up cars, and Andre parked, and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you agin. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. As our eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, and average build, with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet, and I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking wolf feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know him?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 34’s to 60’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly and warm, so natural, unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James said, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart, so take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmys several years earlier, it was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards, so James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up as he worked his drink and then away as I followed James down the hall that led to the bathrooms. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open and it looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmys is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood, and dark and juicy. I could only stare as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floor boards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and said, with a smile “So now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his hood of foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were big, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs, I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood up, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and said, “What do you want? I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “No,” I said, “I want you, I want all of you, I want all you’ve got, I want you to fuck me, please with your AIDs dick!.” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for me. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held back by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum to get my head good and spinning, I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare, my body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” As I clung to James’ biceps for dear life, he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. I let out huge breath, but was breathing fast, then just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his workout that dripped into my face, and his eyes, so I used my hands to wipe the sweat from his eyes the best I could. James smiled again and kept working my ass and now leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I want you to punch fuck me again, please, I need that, and I need your cum, please you – all of you – all of you, I need your AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!.” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. “LOLOLOL – oh, you are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever – LOL, now I am going to breed you raw, and when I fuck you know it, now get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” James began slam fucking my ass then and the sweat poured off of him. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he thrust. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “Let me hear you now, let me hear your scream, that’s it, got me so fucking hard – oh fuck yeah – fuck yeah – take me – take me – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees, lol.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs – LOLOL. We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. They were all of the older guys, appeared the younger ones had left. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but her interrupted me and said, “So as you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two bug guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over the table, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET..” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all - and above them all was the disgust. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me, disgust again. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me. That day began my life at Jimmys. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’s nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmys always have a good time. Jimmys is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ and free and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.

just got back from Sitges, not the bear pride but the normal pride so place was packed with international guys and of all shapes and sizes. As a 50 year old bear I did think it might be a bit on the young side but was very suprised how friendly it was and how much fun there was to be had I arrived on Thusday afternoon so didnt have a huge amount of time to be slutty that day, but Friday I took five loads Saturaday five loads and Sunday six loads all in the hotel To be honest I cant list each guy and load here as it is a bit of a blur however there were two or three really memorable guys who made the trip worth while: Hot young American guy on the same floor of my hotel in room down the hall had just arrrived and when I said he I was naked in my room he said proove it so I said come and check he said he wasnt up to fuck but when he saw my ass pushed in raw and fucked me till he bred me then I licked him clean he had literally just checked in so need to nap and I told him he would sleep better after blowing that huge load a very hot ottery boy furry and handsome and hung Brazillian top two floors up in same hotel married to his husband but snuck away to breed me twice one of the most beautuful creatures I have ever seen six foot four handsome bearded hung and muscled with the most beautiful skin and smile a truly passionate top and a fantastic fuck I will find this guy again A hot Spanish local guy who only liked sloppy seocnds and door on latch scenes I was happy to oblige and he went third in my ass and pounded his load into the mix A cute and hung cubby guy from Buenos Aries he had been fucked himself earlier but hadnt cum so we snogged cuddled and chatted until he pushed in and really went for it in my ass after he bred me he insisted that I shot my load so pushed all the loads into my ass with his fingers until I blew my load everywhere it was the last fuck of the trip and my sixth load of the day on Sunday so I just let rip I would ceratinly go back for sure When I got back home yesterday I was still in the zone from Sitges so jumped on sniffies and scruff and took three loads one regular guy one anon ass up and a freind who dropped by

I hated my job. We've all been there; that job you loved the look of, the honeymoon phase lasts about a year, and then suddenly it isn't the same. People come and go, management changes, your responsibilities go through the roof. Before you know it, the job you thought you'd be at 'til you retired is suddenly the job you can't get out of fast enough. Yep, I was there. And so, after just four years, I was on the hunt. I needed a job that didn't make me a bitch. And oh was I a bitch thanks to this one. My now-ex had had enough and broken up with me about six months prior. It was probably for the best, since we didn't exactly mesh. The lust factor was there of course, but emotionally we didn't have that spark. I'll spare you the details of the search, but eventually I found a new position; it was a remote job, one where I could work from home, have no commute, flexibility in my hours, and--most importantly--no dress code. And the best part? It was nearly $30K more a year. Sold! I spent the first several months getting up to speed with my new teammates. As a project manager, it's important not just to get to know the projects you'll be overseeing and guiding, but the people you'll be working with as well. More than half of working a successful project across the finish line is managing people: their expectations, their needs, their wants, understanding their approaches so you can balance all the aspects of the work that needs to get done. While I was enjoying my new job (again, remember it's hard to hate a job you were excited to get, at least for that first year) I spent my weekends and the occasional evening trying to get out of the condo. The downside to working from home and being constantly tied to your desk with a headset is you get zero exercise. And while I have always prided myself on keeping in-shape, riding a desk can be just asking to fall off the wagon. So I started making it a point to get outside as much as possible: for a run, a bike ride, a hike in the woods nearby. I made sure I wasn't going to get soft. So before I go any further, a little about myself: my name is Reid, I'm 27 years old, stand exactly 6', and weight in around 175 pounds. I dont sport the most defined abs, but I'm well toned and have a pretty slender build; short, cropped, dark blonde hair that almost looks brown, and blue-green eyes, with usually a day or two's worth of scruff. Quite a catch I think, and from the times I'd been out at the gym and bars pre-COVID and the glances that would come my way, pretty decent-looking I'd say. Of course I'm also slightly on the introverted side, so a tad quieter compared to my energetic and somewhat boisterous gang of friends. (More about them later.) It was a warm, sunny Thursday evening where my story begins. I headed out the door for a run, but soon decided I wasn't feeling it and headed at a slow jog for the nearby woods. My complex sits right along one of those rural rail trails, and at points along the main path you'll find trails that head up the hills that the old railroad used to cut through. I've explored a number of them, but they're often what you'd expect--an interconnected web of dirt paths that eventually tie into each other. A half-mile of trail that's new before you circle back to a path you've explored previously. Not that I mind of course, part of what I love about the trails is the workout from the steep climb some of them take. And most go deep into underbrush that secludes them, especially in the summer when the foliage is fully grown in. So this particular evening I picked a trailhead I'd checked out before, but one that had a branch-off I hadn't yet explored. It took me about ten minutes to reach the fork, and off I headed to the right to see where this direction would lead. This trail turned out to be a much more winding and occasionally steep trail than most of the ones I had climbed, and after a while I had to pause to take a quick rest. I'd had my earbuds in, listening to some music as I worked my way up, so I took them out and took a moment to inhale deeply and look around and listen. I love the smell of the woods, still slightly musty after a recent rain (like we'd had last night), and the energetic chirping of the birds that you couldn't see but knew were all around you. There was a fallen tree to the side of the small, open area I had stopped in, so I went over and had a seat, figuring I'd be back up and climbing higher within a few minutes. "Hey there!" Holy shit, I literally jumped half off the fallen log at my surprise at hearing the voice. "Whoa, sorry, didn't mean to scare the shit out of ya. You must have been in you're own little world there." I turned to face the source of that voice, and found myself looking at a beast of a man, standing probably a good three inches taller than me, heavily muscled (like a beefy linebacker), and sporting a deep red--almost maroon--tank top. The salt-and-pepper chest hair that spread out from underneath it matched the flattop haircut and trim goatee he sported. I'd guess he was probably in his 50s, and he clearly spent more time than most at the gym keeping his body. Pausing a moment to compose myself, I eventually forced out the words to get the conversation started, in something of a stutter. "Um, yeah, sorry. I didn't realize anyone else was around here. I thought I'd check out a new trail this evening, and it's quite the climb." "Sure is," he responded. "It's one of my favorites, but I've noticed most people who try it tend not to come back this way again. They prefer the trails that don't test them quite as much." "I can probably understand why," I agreed. Even in my pretty good shape I had need to stop for a momentary break, I could only imagine how this trail must chew up and spit out those who weren't prepared for it. "So what do you think? Has it kicked your ass too?" my fellow hiker inquired. "No, not really. It was definitely more than what I expected, but I like a trail that will push me now and then when I need it. I don't always like an easy hike," I replied. "Well, I was on my way back down, but if you'd like, I can head back up with you if you want someone to show you further up?" he offered. It would have been rude for me to refuse, and he wasn't the worst looking guy I've seen. Perhaps a tad older than what usually peaked my interest, but there was something about him that both put me at ease and intrigued me. I chalked it up to finding someone who seemed easy to talk to and enjoyed an activity that I did as well, and decided to take him up on his gesture. "Sure, probably wouldn't hurt to have someone who knows the path, especially if it gets to be any tougher a climb!" "Great! I'm Gerry by the way, though most people just call me 'G' for short," he said, extending his hand and introducing himself. "Reid, nice to meet you," I said, reaching out to shake his hand. As our hands clasped in that typical form of greeting, I felt a strange sensation wash over me as my hand made contact with his. It was warm, slightly sweaty as you would expect, but I felt my pulse oddly quicken in excitement. Again, I chalked it up to the thrill of the trail ahead. Having introduced ourselves, we started up the next leg of beaten down dirth path. It was, as I suspected, just as exerting a climb as the first portion had been, but at least I had someone along to pace myself against, keeping me from slowing down or going easy. We seemed to attack the climb, moving deliberately and steadily. Occasionally Gerry, I mean G, would alert me to a trip hazard or potential loose footing danger from his position ahead. He clearly knew this trail, and I marveled at how he seemed so at ease on it. Clearly he wasn't kidding about most folks not wanting to hike this deep woods, high mountain path simply give the energy it took. We went for probably 25 minutes before we came to another small opening. The trail ahead seemed to level from this point for a bit as it disappeared into the trees. We took the opportunity to pause and strike up a conversation again. "So are you new around here?" G asked me. "I've been here about a year now. Moved here with the boyfriend, but we broke up about six months ago, so I've only been out exploring the trails for the last couple months," I explained, not even thinking that I had casually informed him of my sexuality. "Boyfriend eh? Sorry to hear you two broke up, but you seem like a decent guy. Guess he was the problem half," he said, locking eyes with me. "My partner passed away last year, so I know what it means to find yourself out and about solo. He loved the trails around here. Hell, he loved the trails anywhere he could find them." The conversation was so natural. I didn't even find myself surprised at this beefy, muscled man coming out to me either, as if both of us having male-on-male desires was completely normal. As it is. "Sorry to hear that," I said. "Was it unexpected, or was it... Covid?" "Not unexpected," he replied. "He'd been dealing with some health issues, and in the end they were too much. He had a good life, we enjoyed our time together. There are days I miss him, but I'm fortunate to have known him for almost 20 years, so I hold onto the good memories and try to be happy when I remember." I could tell there was still a part of him that missed his former partner, as by the end of his words his gaze had moved off into the distance. I felt a bit of sadness for him. "But enough about the mushy stuff, what about you? Any new prospects since your breakup?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nah, I'm not sure I'm ready for anything serious yet. I'm enjoying having time for myself, doing what I want, when I want, wherever I want." "And doing... whomever you want?" he smirked at me. I blushed. I hadn't had sex since the ex and I broke up. Some days I just didn't care, and others my hand had usually sufficed. But every now and then... "Nah, no sex in a long time." "Shame. Paul and I had sex all the time, more than a few times on the trail right here!" he laughed. "Since it's always been a pretty quiet trail, never had to really worry about anyone stumbling across us." It was as if he read my mind, poised to ask him just that question about being discovered by passers-by. A quick glance confirmed that this was indeed a secluded spot, and the time and effort it had taken to arrive here would have deterred all but the most ardent climbers, and that was assuming they even noticed this particular branch of the trails to begin with. I found myself imagining where in the clearing would have been "the spot" to do it, before his voice drew me back. "Ever had outdoor sex?" He had an almost mischievous grin on his face, as if he was daring me to say "yes." But I couldn't, because in the time we'd been together Shawn and I had never done anything remotely risque; quite the opposite in fact, our sex had been pretty vanilla. And I must have turned red at the question, because before I could muster up the courage to say I hadn't, he jumped right back in. "Ever WANTED to have outdoor sex?" Honestly? I had never really thought about it. And I answered him truthfully. "I've never really given it any thought. I mean, it sounds hot, I guess I've just always played it safe when it came to the who's and the wheres," I replied. And that's when I--laughingly and jokingly, or so I thought at the time--asked that fateful question that would, unbeknownst to me in the moment, change the course of my life forever. "Why? You offering?" "Hell yeah, I would!" He had caught me off-guard with his reply. And yet again, I made what would be--in hindsight--a pivotal choice. I got up, stood in front of him, and with as much courage as I could muster, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "prove it!"

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

As a top I like a guy on all 4s I can put my arms round him and pull him down on my cock when I spunk

I'm wondering whether any of you are attracted to guys who have some disability (broadly speaking.) I never really thought about it. Once, many years ago, I met a guy who had a progressive condition which left him in a wheelchair. Things still worked down there. That didn't turn me on or off, per se, but I knew he didn't see a lot of action and knowing that I was the only guy who would get him off DID turn me on. Not least because he blew like Mount Vesuvius whenever I sucked him off. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a pity fuck; I enjoyed it as he did. It never really went anywhere because he was living in a long term care environment and it kind of weirded me out. I thought people knew about us and I was semi-closeted at the time (late teens/early 20s.) Call it paranoia. More recently, I was talking to a guy in a similar situation and found myself oddly turned on. Again, not because of the wheelchair but because I assume he doesn't have any sexual outlet. In this case, it's possible he can't even jerk off (I didn't ask.) But even non-physical issues, like guys on the spectrum etc. would turn me on, not least because I consider myself to have a number of the same characteristics and I know how difficult it can be to get to know guys. I'm still very much into able-bodied guys but maybe I have a hero complex or something...coming to the "rescue" of guys who have no other outlet. Anyone else share this?

That ass looks amazing, your guy is a lucky man... and if I were him I'd definitley want to share that beauty. Have fun

^Correct. Bare is the ONLY way to go 😉

Timberfell Resort—June, 2024 My Thursday adventures were not done with the Bukakke. It was very hot by the afternoon. I found shade, away from the constant noise of the pool. That it happened to be near the playroom under the bar was purely coincidental. But no one else ventured in that direction. So, I read. I may have even dozed. I wanted to be ready to fuck again. pic GangBangGuys was doing another shoot on Thursday evening that would use anyone interested in fucking Aaron Evans. I was. I love the camaraderie of the tops in a gangbang. The visual of so many dicks waiting their turn. The tops stroking themselves or each other as we watch the main event. There are two schools of gangbangs in my experience. And I like one way more than the other. Let me explain. If there are five of us fucking a hungry bottom, I don’t really care for the idea that the first guy just fucks until he cums. Then number 2 goes in and so on. I much prefer a few strokes in the hot hole and rotate quickly through the entire group of tops. Again and again until the unloading starts. It keeps everyone involved quicker (and constantly) and the focus is on the bottom, not some other hot guy waiting his turn along with you. Near the appointed start time, I went to one of the newly constructed bungalows by the camp entrance. It was tiny. There was no way a group of us could stand around the bed and give the camera operator room to move. The crowd was also sparse at the moment. Mack Mahoney, all cleaned up from the bukkake, was there, eager to show his versatile side. As was tatted muscle hunk Michael Roman. And me. Aaron was inside with the director/cameraman. We got our orders. Strip outside and no more than three of us in at a time. We did just that. The director points to me, as I’m fully hard. “You want to go first…?” I step behind Aaron, who is on all fours on the bed. “I’m preloaded from this afternoon,” he murmurs. The camera comes up, catching me looking at his full, hairy ass. I go to my knees and lick up a drop of cum dribbling out of his hole. I force myself to stop rimming and felching. I stand up to fuck. My hard cock slaps his wet hole, making a hot squishy sound. I sink inside him Aaron groans—not having a clue who I am or what size I am. I fuck him. Starting slow and long. The camera is there to catch my full length pulling out of his hot butt with each stroke. I glance to my right. Mack and Michael are idly playing with each other and are now rock hard. I focus back on Aaron and speed up my fucking. He feels so wet with who knows how many loads already in him. But even that is not going to get me off this fast. I pull out. “Your turn.” Mack is right there. His cock pushes into Aaron. I stroke mine constantly. I want to get myself ready to cum. I watch Mack increase his speed. He’s panting and he is going to shoot. He pulls out and erupts all over the Aarons hairy ass crack. He mops some up with his sensitive cock head and pushes it inside. Michael looks at me and I gesture for him to go ahead. Michael uses the remaining cum on Aaron’s ass for lube. He enters him rather forcefully. The camera plays over his muscled torso and down to his cock plowing the wet hole. Michael puts his left foot up on the bed, plowing him even deeper. Aaron is moaning almost constantly now. I watch Michael’s face. He’s close. You can see it in his eyes and the tenseness of his body. With a bellow, he shoots deep inside Aaron. He stays in him for a moment, and then slowly pulls out. A mini-waterfall of semen trickles out of Aaron. The camera catches it all. Michael and Mack go outside. I move behind Aaron. The cum oozing out of his ass is the perfect trigger for me. I kneel behind him. I lick up the cum, being careful to not plaster my face against his wet ass like I would in real life. I lick and swallow and moan deep in my throat. Aaron whimpers. I lick and spit a mouthful of Mack and Micheal’s cum on Aaron’s hole. I stand and push it into him with my cock. My dick is making the hottest, wet and squishy sounds with each stroke. My leg goes up on the bed, too. I want to be as deep as possible in his hot, wet ass. My pubes are covered in who knows how many men’s cum as they grind against his ass. I feel my orgasm rise. I want to pull out and cover his hole. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I push every inch into him and unload deep in his guts. The camera catches it all. I pull out slowly. The trickle of cum leaking out of Aaron is now a waterfall… * I get dressed outside as Aaron takes a water break. After his cumshot, Mack had been busy recruiting men up by the pool. They are trooping down the dusty drive to the bungalow. One of them was Dane Hardon, who I had so much fun with last summer. We embraced and told each other we need to fuck again this weekend. (He is in demand with the content creators here this year and it never happens.) And a fun fact from Mack—the guy who I shot all but simultaneous loads with at the bukkake, had come back to give him a second one during that long shoot. And now, here he is, stripping and about to load Aaron. Oh, to be young again…. Aaron Evans X: www.x.com/AaronEvansXXX IG: @aaron.evans90 JFF: @AaronEvansXXX Mack Mahoney (See the last Post for his info) Michael Roman (Not in my list from Ray) Dane Hardon X: www.x.com/TFDane1 X: www.X.com/DaneHardon IG: @danehardonx OF: tfdane1 The original, with the poster for the event, pics and twitter of the porn guys I played with, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend 2024 Part Three: The Gangbang July 5, 2024

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The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.

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.

Nate had his final just two days before the Memorial Day Weekend, as he finished up he rushed back to his dorm room and completed the packing up of his belongings, sending one final message via Yahoo “hey daddies just finished packing up my gear, hope you don’t mind me bringing my stuff with me from my dorm room, but don’t want to face parents and their questions my cell number is (###) ##4-6### I’ll text you to update you on my progress during the trip” He signed it your special boytoy, Nate then packed up his Laptop and walked out to his car, after stowing the last of his belongings into his 2010 escape, he went back and turned in his keys to the resident advisor on duty, a hot 27 yo blonde hunk that looked like he could possibly play quarterback for the schools team, Nate thought to himself that if all went well that summer he would have to hook up with his former RA and breed him with his seed upon returning in the Fall. Nate then hopped in his vehicle, and turned the key, the quick roar of the engine only heightening his excitement, his hope to truly bond with the two hot daddies in central California brought butterflies to his stomach, he’d had spent a week with them before during spring break, but this was for the whole summer. He put the car in gear and headed out of the dorm parking lot, clicking on the radio he began to sing along with the pop tunes playing, after all there was nobody to stop him or complain if he hit a wrong note. Nate was happy, he was starting out on a new adventure, as he was leaving mid-afternoon he figured he’d make Portland by dusk or nightfall. He guided his escape towards the freeway and coasted through the suburbs and into Seattle, hitting mid-day traffic he cursed under his breath but was soon enough on open highway heading south on I-5, coasting through the little towns and hamlets of central and southern Washington. The sun was just beginning to set as he pulled into Portland, not wanting to be driving all night he had a plan to stay in cheap accommodations, nervously he pulled into a parking spot not to far from where his navigator on his smart phone indicated Hawks was located. Making sure everything in the car was out of sight he gathered up his small gym bag which held some extra clothes and toiletries the walked the short distance to the door. Opening the door he could smell the sex club and the scent of leather, not realizing it was Leather Thursday when he planned this leg of his trip to stay over his cock engorged at the thought of leather daddies doing naughty things to him. The clerk at the counter smiled at him and asked for his ID. Nate turned over his Drivers License and paid for a membership and a room The clerk then did some manipulations on the computer, reached behind himself and pulled out a lockbox, which Nate then placed his keys and wallet in, the clerk slid the box into a cubby and locked it away then handed Nate a Towel and a set of keys “Room 334, Checkout is at 4:48” then buzzed Nate in Nate entered the darkened space and wandered past the lockers then hunted down his room. Several eyes were looking him up and down and several guys brushed him as he passed in the halls, upon finding his room he opened the door and slipped in. Nate dropped his gym bag on the bed and flopped down next to it. He had gone to Steamworks in Seattle with a friend once but was too nervous to really enjoy himself, being with his friend from school he also ended up “playing safe”, giving blow jobs, although he had a nice time that was before he met up with his daddies on spring break. Nate pulled out his phone and brought up his daddies contact info then hit message “Hey daddy, made it to Portland” He hit send then set the phone aside, glancing up he saw the porno playing on the TV above the bed, and three guys were making out and fondling each other, which soon faded into a cocksucking scene. He peeled off his sweaty tee shirt and sat there shirtless on the bed, bending down he slid the key into the trapdoor beneath the bed and unlocked it ,then pulled the plastic storage bin, tossed his tee shirt in it then slid out of his pants and briefs, tossing them in on top of the tee. He sat there naked pondering his next move “Hey Nate, glad to hear you made it that far, how’s the trip so far” Nate hesitated for a second then thought honesty would be best if he was to have any sort of relationship with his two gay dads “Hit traffic in Seattle but smooth sailing on way here, decided to stop over at Hawks PDX for cheap accommodations ,lol, should I save myself for you?” “hell no, son have fun, you’re young and hot, enjoy whatever they have to offer,  get down and dirty if you want, but remember who’s waiting for you” “I know daddy, I figure I can play for a couple hours then catch some sleep” “Might not the only thing you catch, lol” “Very funny dad, but I’ll set the alarm on my phone to give me time to check out on time” “Have fun son, I’d say play safe but that’s no fun, so play nicely” Nate tossed the phone in the bin on top of his clothes then reached into his gym bag, pulled out his lube and Poppers, and a jock strap. He slipped the jock onto his waist and admired the view in the mirror, arranged his cock in the pouch, threw the towel over his shoulder, then after relocking the hatch beneath the bed, slipping the loop of the key ring onto his bicep, opened the door and strode out into the darkened hallway. The hall was devoid of anyone, currently, so Nate walked slowly down the corridor towards what he hoped would be where the fun was, he was quite the site almost 19 tall slender with muscular tone but not really bulging, as he had begun lifting weights at college to stay in shape, and clad only in a yellow jock, his bulge prominently leading the way. He rounded the corner and spied a group of men, he walked towards them in hope that one might take interest. A couple smiled in his direction and brushed him as he passed but none actually followed or tried to stop him. “That’s the indecisive crowd, can’t make up their minds what they want so they end up standing around till it gets busy and someone hits on them” Nate turned towards the speaker, it was a shorter 20 something muscle cub, compact version of many of the seniors at his university. He was hot but Nate generally didn’t go for guys around his age. “I’m Jed, first time here?” “Well yeah just really passing through, using the club as a cheap motel” “Well stud you couldn’t have picked a finer motel, want me to give you the grand tour” “Sure if you don’t mind” Jed then led Nate around, it was still relatively early but the leather crowd was just starting to show up, he showed him the cruising hallways the play rooms and the steam and hot tub areas of the club the led him into the darkened maze pulling Nate into a cubicle with a glory hole on three sides “Dude you are so hot, just want to be inside you” Nate went with it having had no sex in a couple months, and Jed was hot, not his type but hot none the less. They began kissing as Jed squeezed Nate’s ass and fondled his cock through the jock strap, Jed began licking and nibbling on Nate’s nipples before working his way down to his bulging jock, sucking his tool through the course material. Jed then turned him around and buried his face in his ass licking and biting the tender flesh while working his tongue into Nate’s bung hole, loosening him up and making him want Jed’s cock in him. As Jed stood back up turning him back around again, he pushed Nate down and opening his towel presented an impressive tool for Nate to suck on, this compact muscle cub was swinging a 9.5 inch semi thick cock with a large mushroom head, crowned with a nice piece of jewelry a bar running just below the head with spiked balls on either side, he started sucking on the head noticing that when the head was pressed down on the shaft the stud almost disappeared but on the withdrawal it would scratch his tongue, Jed was leaking like a faucet, his precum coating Nate’s throat and tongue Looking up from Jed’s cock Nate spied a small tattoo under Jed’s belly button and instantly went harder, the biohazard mad him want Jed deep inside him. Jed began to moan and soon shot a copious load down Nate’s throat, then upon pulling his cock out told Nate not to swallow as more spooge shot onto his scraped up tongue. Jed pulled him up the sucked the cream from Nate’s lips then spat it into his hand, whipped him around and began working the saliva and cum into Nate’s hole “Nothing better than fresh cream and spit to lube up a hole” With that he plunged his still hard cock up inside Nate, going balls deep scrapping the insides of Nate’s hole and colon on each plunge in and out tearing up the path for Jed it plant his next load. “Oh yeah going to cream your hole stud” “Oh yeah give it to me” grunts “give me your baby batter” “Oh Yeah I’m Cumming” Jed thrust hard into Nate and blast his cum deep into his guts, then collapses onto his back, the wall just barely holding the two from falling. Jed then turns Nate around and presses his body up to him kissing him hard as they both recover from the rigorous fuck, with Nate’s ass pressed against the glory hole soon fingers are probing the freshly seeded hole and soon someone slides their pole into the orifice and starts pumping Nate from the other side of the glory hole, Nate just presses his ass tighter to the hole as he continues to make out with Jed. After about twenty minutes and about three loads later dumped into His colon the two emerge from the cubicle and Jed kisses Nate then turns and leaves after Nate gives him his room number. Nate wandered the halls and maze for another Half hour and then went into the steam room where he was hit on by several hot daddies and bears, sucked some off while letting others breed his hole, he left the steam room just before 11 and headed for the showers, cum dripping from his well-used hole then back towards his room. Upon entering he spied Jed Just exiting a room down the hall, smiled the slipped inside, just before closing the door, Jed knocked and slipped inside next to Nate. Nate slipped the key into the hatch and pulled out his phone the relocked his belongings up again. He set the alarm function on his phone for 4:15 and then snapped a picture of Jed “Dude you could at least get my good side” “Oh yeah bend over” They both laughed and Nate took several more photos of Jed some naughty, they cuddled on the bed and soon Jed was being spooned by Nate on the small twin sized mattress, they drifted off to sleep even though Nate was still horny and had yet to cum himself. They awoke several times over the next four hours and each time Jed planted another load into Nate, then just before the alarm went off Jed scooted down and impaled himself on Nate’s hardened phallus, fucking himself till Nate blasted his load deep into Jed’s wet hole, after being edged all night it was massive. The alarm went off and Nate and Jed walked to the shower together and soaped each other down, and drying each other’s backs, before heading back to his room and getting dressed, sliding a butt plug in to hold in all the spoils of the evenings fun. It was 4:45 when he checked out, groggy but feeling energized as he turned the corner there was Jed standing outside the building “Hey dude want to get breakfast, I know of an all-night café not too far from here” ‘Sure I could use some fuel for the long drive ahead of me” They went to the café and each ordered a hearty breakfast including eggs and bacon along with pancakes, Jed picked up the Tab then handed Nate his phone number “Call me when you’re passing through on your way back to school” Nate took it and entered the number into his phone then climbed into the escape for the long Drive, Pulling out his Phone again he texted “Had fun at Hawks last night, will tell you all when I arrive, on the road again, see you soon” Plugging the phone in to recharge he looked at the clock 6:45 pulled out and headed for the freeway I-5 south

4. Jason I lay in waiting for the fourth and last guy, in the dim room. The other three had been almost back-to-back, coming in as soon as the earlier one had left. This pause was unexpected, but not unwelcome. I was lying on my stomach, trying my best to keep all of the sperm donations inside of me. In the dark and lonely room, each drop of spooge felt like a precious gift and I wanted all of them to stay inside me. The door cracked open slightly, and I thought it was the last man entering. But the door didn't open any further. "It's me," Nathan said, through the mostly closed door. "Are you ok in there?" Nathan asked me. "Yeah, I'm good. Very good," I said. I was warm and happy, the drugs had put me in a good mood, and the long, intimate fucks had put me in an even better mood. "Just need a cock in my hole again," I said. He laughed. "Well, if you need it, there should is a toy or two in the night stand. Michael is a bit late; I'll let you rest while we wait. Or you can play, if you want." He closed the door; I hadn't even gotten to see Nathan's face. I lay there, trying not to think about anything in particular. But Nathan had put the idea in my mind, and before long, all I could think about was having a toy up my ass. I scrambled to the side of the bed, staying on my stomach in order to not to lose any of the cum. I opened the drawer. Like Nathan had said, there were a few dildos and butt plugs in the drawer. I pulled out one of the smaller, thinner vibrators. Before I realized what I was doing, I had it on, and was reaching back to rub the tip along my well-used hole. It didn't take much effort for it to slide in. I was already well lubricated, and the vibration of the toy easily cut through any remaining resistance. Nor did it take long for me to find the perfect spot for it. That spot was deep enough to help massage the semen into my ass, but also positioned just right to target my prostate. Despite all of the drugs I had done, under the stimulation, my cock started to stir once more beneath me. I was enjoying the sensation of the jizz getting worked into me so much that I knew if I continued the play I'd be shooting my load far sooner than I had planned. But, after a few minutes of working that vibrator in and out of my hole, I was rescued by the sound of the doorbell. It would be the last man of the afternoon. I eased the toy out of my hole, clenching my ass around it so as not to loose a single drop of the many men's sperm donations. Just as I was getting the last bit out, there was a knock on the door. "Ready?" Nathan asked. "Of course," I said, rolling over onto my back. Before the door fully opened, I noticed a wet spot on the bed where my cock had been dripping pre-cum. But, before I could do anything about it, the last man of the day walked in. He was a little older than the other three guys, probably in his late forties. He was taller, about 6'2, and thin. He had short-cropped hair, with a goatee as well. Both of them were dark, flecked with grey. He had a white t-shirt on and jeans; his hairy arms showed a few tattoos. When he walked in, I quickly read his t-shirt. It said, "If it's not rape, it's not fun." On someone else, it might have been funny, but on him, it was menacing, almost scary. I knew instinctively that he believed it. My cock twitched in unknowing excitement and anticipation. "This the faggot?" he sneered. "Yeah. He's Jason," Nathan answered. "He's new at this. Go easy on him." "You know how I roll," he answered. "Yeah, I do," Nathan said. "That's why I'm telling you to go easy on him. And that's why I'm worried." He slowly shut the door and then it was just the two of us, alone. I said, "I'm Jason," as he walked to the bed. "Yeah, faggot, I heard." He dropped a small backpack next to the bed. "I'm Michael. But you can call me Sir." "Yes Sir," I answered. With him closer to me, I could smell the aggression and masculinity pouring off his body. It was just one more drug for me, and even against some instinct for self-preservation, I still couldn't get enough of it. "So, faggot. You want to die?" The bluntness of the question shocked me. Before I could figure out exactly what he really meant, I was terrified about what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I realized he meant the virus and getting infected. Or at least I hoped he did. "Yeah, I am." "Yeah, what, Faggot?" He was standing over the bed, staring down at me relentlessly with steel-grey eyes. "Yes, Sir," I said, learning how he wanted me to address him. "Good faggot. You learn quickly." I was already breathing hard, scared at what I was imagining this man could do to me. But, at the same time, my cock was twitching and trying to get hard from the excitement. "Get on your knees, faggot. Suck my cock." I got off the bed, onto the floor and onto my knees. I must have hesitated or been too slow, because Michael said, "Now, bitch. There's other boys literally dying for my sperm." As fast as I could, I got on my knees right in front of him. He undid his jeans and a thick, semi-hard cock flopped out. There was the glint of a heavy cockring wrapped around his balls. I looked up at him, his expressionless face staring down at me. "Please? Sir?" I asked, my mouth open and ready. "Do it, faggot," he said. I took his cockhead in my mouth and started to lick on his piss slit. As soon as my tongue touched his head, he dribbled a slow stream of pre-cum. I was surprised at how bitter it was, compared to the other men from the afternoon. Still, I knew that not swallowing it wasn't an option. "Swallow it all, queer," he said, letting me know my guess was right. He put one hand on the back of my head and forced me further down, swallowing more of his cock. He worked fast. When his cockhead hit the back of my throat, I needed a break or at least a pause in his relentless penetration. I pushed my head back, against his hand, but he wasn't having any of it. "If you have to, choke on it, bitch," he said, and continued to force his cock into my throat. I struggled to relax, but as his shaft pressed against my tonsils and cut off my air, I couldn't stop myself from gagging. At least Michael let go of my head for a moment and let me catch my breath. "Gonna have to do better next time, cocksucker." "Just let me catch my breath, Sir," I gasped. Even though his cock was a lot smaller than Eli's, I found it far harder to take in my mouth. It was the attitude. With Eli, we both wanted it to work, to get his cock in my throat. But with Michael, this wasn't oral sex; it was already a straight up face-fuck. Our entire encounter was going to be about power, Michael exerting his power over me and me giving any power I had left to him. "Fuck cocksucker, you're here for my pleasure. I'm getting a lot of pleasure out of seeing you choke on my tool," Michael said, re-enforcing what I had just realized. It didn't make me feel any better to have my instincts confirmed; I wondered what other instincts about Michael would be later confirmed. I opened my mouth to get some air but immediately, his cock found its way back in. "Just work on the head, bitch. Get it nice and wet and hard." As I sucked on the head, his cock hardened. He was about seven inches and a decent thickness. Nothing like Eli, but more than enough to make me uncomfortable. "Yeah, that's it bitch. Take more of it," he said, forcing more of his tool into my mouth. This time it was a little easier for me to accommodate. "You know you need it." Keeping his cock in my mouth, I looked up at him. He was staring down at me with an evil grin. I knew the face-fucking was only beginning of what he wanted to do to me. He pulled off his shirt, exposing a chest covered with thick, dark hair and two pierced nipples. His chest was untrimmed, except for a patch right above his pubes. The hair there was thin enough to expose a brilliant red biohazard tattoo. I was staring at it. "Like that, faggot?" he asked. It was right in front of me, reminding me exactly what I was getting myself into. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say even with my mouth still full of his cock. "Don't worry. You'll be ready to get one in no time. Marking you as biohazardous waste for the rest of your life." He pushed his cock further in and his cockhead was now nestled against the back of my throat. "Ready to choke, bitch?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question, but I still shook my head no, hoping for the best. I still needed to recover. "Too bad," he said, as his cockhead popped into my throat. He had gone too fast again, and almost immediately, I was back to gagging. "Fuck, cocksucker. Can't you get this right?" he said, pulling his cock all the way out. "How many guys have you sucked off today, faggot?" His cock stayed hard, glistening with my spit, taunting me with my inability to deep-throat it. I paused trying to remember again how many there had been. "If you have to stop and think, it's too many," Michael said laughing. "Total slut. Must be dripping with all sorts of bugs now. Gonna be a diseased leper if you keep the whoring up." He stepped back and kicked off his jeans. His legs were just as hairy as the rest of his body and there was a tattoo wrapped around his left leg. From what I could see it was a simple tribal pattern. "I think I need some protection against you and all those diseases you're picking up," he said. He reached into his bag, and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He put them on, snapping them forcefully before returning his attention to me. "Much better. I gotta be careful handling medical-grade waste like you, faggot." With one hand, he opened my mouth, and used his other hand to guide his cock into it. The rubber taste was harsh and clinical in my mouth; I knew it would make my gagging even worse. This time, Michael didn't take his time or even give me any chance to adjust. His cock went straight to the back of my mouth. It pressed into my throat before I could even get comfortable. Michael grabbed the poppers off the bed table, and held them under my nose. I did a short hit. I nodded my head that I was good. "Come on, cocksucker. Let's do this right the first time. No gagging." he said. He kept the bottle in place under my nose, giving me no choice but to keep on breathing it in the vapors. As the drug diffused into my body, and relaxed me, I instinctively held my mouth open and let my throat slacken. My world had narrowed down to just his cock and I wanted it deep in me. I no longer cared how he was treating me, what he was thinking about me, or anything else. I just wanted to worship him and let him know his cock was my world. "Good faggot," he said. That was the highest praise I could ever expect from him. I let him slide his cock into my throat, feeling it choke me. I didn't care. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his cock cutting off my ability to breathe. I took a chance and looked up at him. He was finally smiling. "Right on, bitch. You know what a man needs." His cock was now balls-deep in my mouth and I could feel my throat straining to accommodate its width. He cleared his throat and I thought he was about to say something. I was staring up at him, amazed at how he had turned into my personal cock-god. I knew full well it was the poppers driving my worship of him, not any sort of reality. Suddenly, he spat right in my face, the miasma of snot, phlegm, and saliva landing across my cheeks and nose. "Faggot doesn't even mind when he's spit on," he said. He reached down, and with one of his gloved hands, rubbed the spit all over my face. Then he wiped off what had been left on his glove across my shoulder and chest. "You're getting the first bit of my DNA, cocksucker, and you have no reaction?" In the popper haze, I couldn't tell how to react. My depraved cum-hungry self loved the display of power and cockiness of his action. I wanted him to wash my face with his spit. On the other hand, the still coherent, not tweaked-out part of me knew it was degrading and not something I should take. But, drugs and poppers won, and as best I could, with his cock buried in my throat, I croaked out "More, Sir." "Right on, faggot!" he answered. "Cocksucker, you know you love this humiliation." He didn't do anything immediately but just continued to fuck my throat. I was still flying on the poppers and enjoyed every degrading moment of the throat-fuck. Being able to suck on a man's cock was simply my world; that he was forcing it into my throat was heaven. It was just the tina, assisted by the poppers, but I didn't care. Unfortunately, the poppers wore off, and I was back in the crystal-mediated sordid reality: I had a thick cock lodged in my throat, I was right on the edge of gagging, and my face was smeared with another man's spit. "Oh yeah, faggot," Michael said, "Can't stop now." He knew I was coming down from the popper high, but he didn't care. "Feels so good." He cleared his throat again, and spit. It landed right in my eyes, stinging. I started to wipe it off, but he batted back my hand. "Wear it with pride, bitch." He reached down with his gloved hand and once more rubbed his sputum all over my face. I did my best to take the degradation, but between the poppers wearing off, and the impersonal feel of the latex on my face, I started to gag again. I accidentally bit down slightly on his cock while I was trying to get some relief. He slapped my face hard, saying "No teeth, cocksucker," but he also pulled his cock out. "Lick my balls, faggot," he said. I welcomed the chance to no longer have his cock forced down my throat, to try to catch my breath and to focus on something other than his cock invading my body. His balls were hairy and they hung low, heavy with their deadly fluid. Sooner or later, that poz cum was going to be injected into me, and I would be begging for it. For now though, I focused on sucking first on one of those warm eggs and then the other one. As I calmed down from the agony of the throat fuck, one of my hands dropped down to my cock. I started to play with myself. However, the crystal was doing its work and despite being turned on by the scene, my cock was only barely erect. Michael noticed my move. "Playing with yourself, cocksucker?" he asked. I nodded and focused all of my attention on his balls. "You been partying, cocksucker?" "Yes, Sir," I said, taking a brief break from his nutsack. "Kinda guessed, by how hungry you were for a real man's cock." He grabbed the back of my head. His hands were still gloved. He held me in place, right against his balls. I opened wide and managed to get both of them in my mouth. "Damn, that feels good, faggot." He made no move to let me go, and I realized in my current position, I could barely breathe. Finally, as I was on the verge of passing out, he let me go. "Want some more tina bitch?" I was feeling satisfied and well-tweaked, but Michael decided he had a better answer to the question than me. "Of course you want more. Your mouth is just too full to answer politely, right?" He pushed his cockhead into my open mouth, shoving it against the back of my throat. Luckily, he didn't try to force it any deeper. I did what I had to do and started to suck on his shaft. "Right on, cocksucker. Show me how much you love my cock." After a bit of intense cockworship, he pulled me off his cock. "Stay there," he said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pipe and a lighter. "Let's get me high and you tweaked the fuck out, faggot," he said, handing me the pipe. "Do the first hit, bitch." I didn't want to over-do it and I knew what I had already done with Sean and Eli. But there was no harm in just one more small hit from the pipe, so I took the stem of the pipe in my mouth. Michael lit the torch under the bowl. It didn't take long for the drug to melt and I inhaled deeply a few times, before I pulled the pipe away. "Hold it, tweaker," he said, and I did. The bowl was still smoking slightly when I exhaled the small cloud. "Fuck, cocksucker, that's not even a warm-up hit. Do it again, and do it properly," Michael said. I was a bit hesitant, but I convinced myself it would be just one more hit. I hoped that I could still control myself and keep my composure, even around someone as aggressive as Michael. "Do it, faggot," Michael said, reminding me of just how controlling he wanted to be. I put the pipe back in my mouth, and again Michael lit the torch. "Real hit this time, cocksucker." I did as I was told. In deep gasps, I inhaled as much of the drug as I could. I stared up at Michael's grey eyes, watching them carefully for a sign that I had done enough. Finally, he gave me the faintest hint of a nod, and I knew he was satisfied with my efforts. "Hold that," he said. He pulled the pipe from my mouth and put it in his mouth. He sucked down on it, taking a bigger hit than I did. He held it for what seemed like hours. "You can breath out now," he said, finally. I had nearly passed out trying to hold it. I exhaled quickly and gasped for air. The thick white cloud from the huge hit I had just done nearly enveloped my head. I wanted that to be enough to satisfy Michael, because I was already feeling a little light-headed and tweaked out from it. "Nice," he said, trying not to let any of his own hit escape. "Now, shotgun, faggot." He leaned over and forced his mouth against mine. I didn't have a chance to react, and before I knew it, I had inhaled most of his hit. "Right on," Michael said. "Got a good tweak starting here, faggot. Raping your bitch ass is gonna be fucking sweet." I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling. "I think I'm good, Sir." I said. It would be a few more minutes before those hits of tina finally got to me in full. My mind was already only thinking about sex, raw, bareback, man-to-man sex. I had to pace myself. I wanted a cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, and most of all, I wanted sperm deep in my hole. Any more crystal and I couldn't control my base urges. Michael sat down on the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide. "I'm not good yet, faggot," Michael said. "Which means you're certainly not good yet." He put the pipe back in his mouth, but before he started to smoke it, he paused. "Show my dick some mouth-love, cocksucker, while I do another hit." I was still kneeling down so I leaned into his groin and took his dickhead into my mouth. The torch flared and the crystal sizzled in the pipe while Michael did a hit. My role was clear. I licked off his accumulated pre-cum and worked my way down his shaft. Michael took a long hit and then he held it. His free hand dropped down to the back of my head and pressed me down on his cock. The gloves were still on, and the latex was an unfamiliar sensation against my scalp. I felt more like a sex toy than a sexual partner for Michael. But the meth was starting to power my actions, and I let his hard cock slip into my throat with hardly a protest. Surprisingly though, my throat readily opened up to let his shaft enter me. "Right on cocksucker, let me slide into that cocktube of yours," he said, as he exhaled his hit. "Feels fucking good. Let's get you another good hit, and see what you'll do after that takes effect." With his cock buried in my throat, I did my best to shake my head "no." I had done more than enough crystal for the afternoon, and was still waiting for the full effects of these most recent hits to kick in. "Come on faggot, that wasn't a question. It was an order." He pulled my head off of his cock and quickly stuck the pipe back in my mouth. I was almost at face level with him, staring into his cold, grey eyes. "No pussy hit like earlier. Got it cocksucker?" I nodded in stunned agreement as he lit the torch. It didn't take long for the still-warm bowl to fill with smoke and I sucked on it as he wanted. Michael kept the torch up close against the pipe, making sure that every puff I took was thick with the drug. After what seemed like at least ten minutes, he finally pulled the torch back. The bowl slowly cooled down, crackling the entire time. "Get back on my cock," he ordered me, as he took the pipe out of my mouth. I did as I was told. I knew not to even dare to exhale my latest hit. I was starting to shake from the crystal and this hit was going to push me further than I had ever gone before. But, already cautious of Michael's temper, I couldn't dare exhale. I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let it invade my body once more. When it hit the back of my throat, I didn't hesitate, and kept right on swallowing it. "Right on, faggot. Worship that cock like you were born to." Michael flicked the torch again and sucked on the pipe. I wondered how he responded to crystal and what he had in store for me. I focused on his cock, now a hard shaft deep in my throat and dominating my thoughts. He sucked down on the pipe seemingly forever, but was only an average-sized hit. As he finished his hit, I also reached the point where I needed to breathe, and couldn't hold my hit any longer. I exhaled, and hoped that the size of the cloud would satisfy Michael. I kept my eyes tightly shut. I was terrified of seeing another thin wisp of weak smoke, because Michael would make me do another hit. That would be one hit too many for me. As I exhaled Michael said, "Finally, a real hit." I relaxed, glad that he was finally satisfied. He grabbed my head, pulling me off his cock, and on level with his mouth. He motioned for me to shotgun his hit: my optimism that he was done with me getting high dashed. I had no choice, and let him force his hit into me. It was another thick cloud, bigger than mine. When he released his lip-lock on me, there was still enough smoke to engulf both of us. As the smoke cleared, I saw he was still staring at me, his grey eyes scanning my face. I was immediately self-conscious. I was smacking my lips involuntarily from the drug, and I knew my cock had shrunk under the crystal's influence. "Fuck faggot, you're tweaked up," Michael said. "Now, let's see if you can get hard for me." He pushed me back on my knees. I waited, not sure what he wanted me to do. "Go ahead, play with yourself," he said. I reached down to my cock. As I suspected, the crystal had hit me hard and my cock was a soft and unresponsive lump. It felt good to be playing with it, but it remained limp and soft. "What's the matter, faggot? Scared by me?" Michael laughed. He ran his hand over his cock, taunting me with how hard and erect he was. "Get on the bed. Time for you to get fucked," he said. "Don't worry, cocksucker, you can still play with that tiny boy-clit of yours." When I got on the bed, I looked down. Under the influence of the tina, my cock had shrunk down, and was now just a flaccid, short stub of a man's cock. Michael calling it a boy-clit wasn't far from the truth. But, Under the influence of the tina, I was only worried about my hole and getting another load up there. "On you back, bitch," Michael ordered. "Legs up in the air for me." I did as I was told, lifting my legs up in the air, and exposing my already well-used hole to Michael. "Spread your cheeks for me." I did as I was told and reached down to pull my ass cheeks apart. I was totally exposed to Michael. I had given up any pretense of modesty and masculinity. If Michael had any doubts about his superior role and dominance over me, they were erased by my abject submission in showing him my wet and cummy hole. "Please, Sir, use my hole," I begged. "Fuck it hard." "Your hole?" Michael said, laughing. "No, faggot, that's my personal cunt now." He stuck a finger into his new toy. It slid in easily. Earlier it had been lubricated by some lube, but now it was primarily slicked up by the thick loads left behind by Sean, Jake and Eli. "Fuck, that's a scum-filled hole. How many loads up there, homo?" "Three, sir." I was surprised I was able to remember the number so quickly. I could hardly focus on more than just holding my butt cheeks apart. My mind was racing; I wanted to ride a cock; I wanted to stroke my flaccid little dick; I wanted to be a purely sexual being; and I wanted to satisfy all of my desires. "Dirty slut," he said. He pulled his finger out of my hole, and gave me a hard slap. He kneelt down, looked in his bag, and rummaged around for something. Finally, he found what he had been searching for, and stood back up. He had a small square package. "Gonna need this, I think." He held it up and in the light I could see it was a condom. "You don't need to use that, Sir," I said. "I don't care if you bareback me. And you can definitely cum in me, if you want, Sir." I couldn't believe that he was going to wear a rubber. He would be denying me the pleasure of his raw cock, not to mention wasting his precious toxic seed. "I want you to fuck me raw." "Oh, don't worry, cumbucket. This is about protecting me from you, not you from me." He held the small packet in front of me. Up close, I could see that the wrapper was riddled with small holes. He had repeatedly stuck a thumbtack or something through it. "Keeps my cock safe from all your filthy assjuices, but don't worry. You'll still get every drop of my rare and toxic dicksnot." He opened up the packet and pulled out the rubber. I couldn't see the holes in the thin sheath, but they were there. When Michael shot his load, it would flow out of the condom and into my hole. I wondered if he knew something I didn't: Jake, Sean, Eli, and certainly Nathan had all seemed very clean and healthy. But maybe they had something else? I had come to peace with the virus, maybe even needed it now. However, I hadn't thought about all the other germs out there. I twisted my head just enough to see him unroll the useless protection over his erect shaft. "Ready, faggot?" he asked, as he poured a few drops of lube on his now rubberized cock and rubbed it over the full length of his shaft. "Do you have to, Sir?" I asked. "I mean, with the rubber?" I didn't want to deal with a rubber-covered cock in my hole now. I had gotten so used to the intimacy and masculinity of raw fucking that going back would be difficult and almost wrong. Also in my mind was that if Michael couldn't feel how warm, wet, and human my hole was, he would never be able to see me as more than just a hole to fuck. "You like my cock, cocksucker?" he asked, grabbing it and shaking it a bit. "Yes, Sir. I do. I want to feel it in me. I want to make you feel good and get you off. I want your cock. I want every raw inch of it, Sir. I really want to feel it in me, nothing between us." "Right on, homo. And I like my cock as well. It gets me what I want: a bunch of pussy bottoms begging me to fuck them. I'm not going to risk something happening to it. Especially when I am sticking it in a dirty, hole like yours." He knelt back on the bed and lined his cockhead up with my hole, ready to penetrate me. As the taut rubber touched me, I tried my best not to recoil. "No, no, bitch," he said, as he grabbed my waist and held me in place. "You're going to take my cock like Nathan promised me you would." I fumbled about the bed with one hand, and found the bottle of poppers. I held it under my nose and inhaled deeply. As the warm tingle saturated my body, I was able to relax, and let Michael do whatever he wanted. It was not my place to demand anything from him. Possibly, even to make a request of him. It was my place to do what he wanted, and if he wanted to protect himself from the dangers of my unsafe sex practices, it was his right. I would be happy to get a load from him however he wanted to give it to me. Realizing what I was here for and helped by the waves of tina and poppers, I stopped trying to fight it and relaxed. Michael felt the change, and took the opportunity to insert his rubber-covered cock into my hole. I was happy to have something, anything, back in my hole. Even though I wanted the closeness of a raw cock, the rubberized shaft still helped scratch my itch. Although, I was starting to wonder about Michael. Did I really want to be closer to him? He seemed conflicted and troubled, from his t-shirt that read, "If it's not rape, it's not fun," to his obvious fear of skin-to-skin contact and what that could mean. If he had been inside me raw, I'd find out things about his sexuality and how he expressed it that I would prefer not to know. "There you go, cocktube. You've got a real man's cock inside you now." His cock wasn't nearly as big as Eli's, so it was easy for me to take him sliding the entire thing into me. When he hit the base, he paused for a second. "Take another hit of those poppers," he said. I did so, even before the first hit had taken full effect. The two hits re-enforced each other and together with the crystal, I stopped even caring about the rubber. I had finally found a comfortable headspace where I was happy that a man was fucking my ass, that he would eventually get off on my hole, and I would get his cum. I no longer cared that he thought of me as a little more than a receptacle for his wastes or that he barely touched me with his own skin. He just preferred to keep me isolated by layers of rubber and protection, and that was ok for me. Now that his cock had gotten all the way in, Michael leaned into me and pressed the full weight of his body against mine. He was pumping my hole hard and with each stroke forced the accumulated spooge ever deeper into my body. "Not a half bad ass, faggot. You might just be able to get me off," he said. I was doing my best to let his cock sink into me, but my body was rebelling against it. Suddenly, I hated the feel of the rubber against my hole. I still wasn't even sure if I wanted Michael inside of me, but if he was going to be fucking me, I didn't want his cock swathed and covered. Unlike the other three men this afternoon, it was impossible to create a connection with Michael. To him, I was just a hole and not even a human. This was just about him and his cock. It was about what would get him off and an important part of him getting off was to make me feel as small as possible. "Play with your clit for me, homo. I want to hear you moan," he said. As he spoke, my cock shrank even more. "Please sir, don't call it a clit," I asked. "It's my cock, Sir." Of all the things he had done so far, that was the most demeaning to me. Michael stopped fucking suddenly. He roughly pulled his cock out of my hole. "This, faggot, is a cock," he said, wielding it like a sword, ready to do battle with my ass. "It's long, it's hard, and it's thick. It's dripping pre-cum, and it's going to knock you up good." With his gloved hand, he grabbed my small, soft shaft, and pulled on it uselessly. "This, well, this is a boy-clit. Tiny, pink, soft, and useless. Like a little girl's clitoris. You know how a girl masturbates, homo?" I shook my head no. I was sorry I had asked him; feeling the rubber glove on my cock had only made everything far worse. "They just put a vibrator against their clit. Let's see if that works for you, faggot." The dildo from earlier was still on the bed. Michael grabbed it and, turning it on, pressed it against my soft and flaccid shaft. Simultaneously, he sank his hard cock back into my used hole. The two sensations shot through my body and I moaned uncontrollably. "See? Just like a girl." He pressed the buzzing dildo hard against my cock and continued to pound my hole just as hard. "It's your boy-clit. Maybe one day you'll get a real cock like mine. That is, if you're not dead from some disease first." I gave up, defeated. I couldn't tell Michael but the dildo against my cock felt amazing. Despite my soft state I was going to start to drip pre-cum soon if he kept it up. "You do it faggot," he said, handing me the toy. "I'm here to get off and maybe get you knocked up, not to rub your clit." I took the toy, and pressed it against my cock. As I rubbed it against my shaft and my balls, I was leaking pre-cum. "Yeah, faggot. You're getting all wet, aren't you? I can feel your dirty little cunt getting all moist. You wanna get knocked up, don't you?" "Please, Sir, I want it. Please, seed my cunt, Sir." I was thinking exactly the way that Michael wanted me to think. I was playing with my boy-clit while he was deep-fucking my cunt. I knew it wasn't what I wanted but he had gotten me into the headspace. "Fucking nasty faggot. Begging me to kill him," Michael said. "Your little boyfriend tell you all about my toxic seed?" "No Sir, he didn't." Nathan had told me nothing about the men, other than all of them were poz and some of them would want to party. With my free hand, I grabbed the poppers and did another hit. Michael smiled and waited for the poppers to hit me. "Fucking full-blown AIDS, faggot. I'm fucking AIDS cum into your dirty little cunt." As he said it, he slammed his cock into me particularly hard. I yelped a bit, not expecting the sudden forcefulness. "Right on, homo. When you start to hurt, that's when I start to have fun." He slammed into me again, the rubber tearing against my tender skin. I winced and took another hit from the bottle. "Are you on meds, Sir?" I asked, as I put the bottle back down. "Hell no. I'm not going to kill my beautiful virus. I want to pass it on, to good little fags like you." "How did you get it, Sir?" I continued. I wasn't sure if it was an appropriate question for Michael. He was guarded about certain parts of his life, even if it was masked by his arrogance. Before I could think about it much more, he slapped my face hard. The gloved hand was harsh against my skin. "Uppity cunt," he said. "But, to answer your question, fucking too many filthy faggot holes. Holes just like yours, cesspools of disease and depravity." He slammed his cock in again, hard, and I let go another with yelp of pain. He rubbed a gloved hand against my face where he had just slapped me. "Too much, homo?" he asked me. I was surprised he'd even ask me. It was out of character for him to offer me this kind of attention. "A bit, yes Sir." "Ahh. That's too bad. At least for you. Because it's hardly enough for me. And I need to get off." He grabbed my legs, and even though I was impaled on his cock, he managed to flip me over onto my knees. "Much better. I don't have to look at your face anymore, cocksucker. And I can fuck you even harder." He grabbed my hips with both hands, and pulled me back onto his cock. I grunted, and pressed the vibrator harder against my cock. "You're gonna get my virus, faggot. And you're going to beg for it, like the cockholster you are." "Please, Sir. Give it to me." If I begged like he asked, maybe he'd cum faster. "Fuck yeah, fuckhole. That's all that you're good for. Pleasuring a real man's cock. Taking my dirty dicksnot. Only reason you're here, faggot, and nothing else." Michael took a hand off my waist and rested it on my shoulder. He pressed down, forcing my face into the bed. "Take it, fuckhole. Take my hard, infected cock deep in your filthy hole." I hated that he was treating me like this; I was just a receptacle for his cock and his sperm. Before I could dwell on it too much, he thrust hard into my hole again, and I had to do my best to stifle the grunt of pain. "Quiet, faggot," he said. "Good cum buckets take what they are given. And you're a good cum bucket, aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said, forced to speak into the bed. "Right on, faggot," he said. "You want to be just another cum bucket, don't you? Just like all your faggot friends?" "Yes Sir," I said again. I wanted another load of sperm fucked into my hole. If it required being just a tube for Michael, well, I was trying to convince myself that I wanted what Michael was telling me I should want. "Please, make me your cum hole." "Right on, faggot. Took you a while, but you're finally learning what you are," he said. He gave me another hard thrust and again, I yelped in pain. I had never bottomed for a top with a condom. Until now, the few times I had been a bottom, it had been for raw tops. I hadn't realized how much a condom could hurt the bottom. No matter what happened next, I made a silent vow that I'd never make a bottom take a covered cock again. "You ready for my load, hole?" "Of course Sir, I am. It's what I am here for." My ass had been rubbed raw from his pounding. I was needy, already craving another round of lubrication, even from a man like Michael. "Of course you are. Come on hole. What's your name again?” "Jason, Sir." Was I so unimportant to him that he had already forgotten my name? "No, Hole, that's not your name. Tell me your name, Hole." He emphasized "hole," and I knew what was expected of me. "Hole, Sir. I'm just here for your pleasure, just a cum hole for your pleasure. Something for you to fuck your load into." "Fucking right, cum hole. Going to blast a load of full-blown AIDS cum into you, slap a hazardous waste sticker on your ass, and forget you ever existed. At least until I'm horny again and need another dirty cumhole to unload in." He was pounding my ass hard now. Even though he was the smallest cock I had taken that afternoon, the rubber made it the most intense and painful fuck. I must have been grunting in pain, because Michael picked up on my discomfort. "Hurts, doesn't it, hole? And the rubber isn't even protecting you one bit. At least it protects me from what ever else you've picked up. But you know the irony of all this, Hole?" "No Sir," I said. His cock was still pistoning in and out of me, the rubber still tearing at my guts. "No matter how much cum you take from me, you won't ever be more than just a faggot cum dump for us real men. Toss me the poppers, faggot." I handed him the small brown bottle. "Time to inject you with something real. Get you filled with AIDS, hole. You ready to die?" "Please, Sir, Fill your hole with your poz cum," I moaned. Michael pulled all the way out. "No hole, it's not poz cum you're gonna get. What is it?" Suddenly empty, I realized how much succor I had derived from his cock, even as painful and unpleasant as it had been. I needed it back in me. I didn't know what he wanted me to say, either, which meant I wasn't going to get his tool either. "What am I going to give you, hole?" "AIDS, Sir," I said. "Fill me up with your AIDS jizz." It was the right answer; he forced his cock back into my ass, the rubber tearing up my ass even more. It felt like I was bleeding, it hurt so badly. This would feel so much better, be so much easier to take if there was just some additional lubrication. If the only alternative for me was his toxic AIDS cum, well, the entire point of this evening was to get as many different guys' sperm into my body as I could. "Of course I am, hole. That's all you're here for. To take a true man's sperm up your faggot cunt." He slapped me hard on the ass and slammed his cock deep inside me. "Too bad the best holes become contaminated. They all seem to die so quickly." "You like my hole, Sir?" I asked. I barely thought before I said it and immediately regretted it. I had been fighting to keep my identity as a person, not just something little more than a hole for his pleasure. My short utterance made it that much harder for me to think of myself as human. "It's just ok. A bit loose and sloppy, but still fuckable." Michael paused for a moment and inhaled from the bottle of poppers. "It's not a bad hole. You'll probably get a few guys wanting to fuck you. I'd probably fuck you again" He exhaled the hit, and paused while it took effect. "Getting close, here, hole. Ready for the kill shot?" "Yes, Sir. I want your seed." He handed me the poppers. He didn't need to tell me to do a hit. I held the bottle under my nose and inhaled. As the warm feeling of the popper high suffused my body, I expected my mind to start flying, chasing fleeting thoughts in a confused jumble of sex. Instead, I was totally focused on the hard cock sliding in and out of my abused hole. It was getting hard and was ready to shoot. I wondered if Michael's load would feel different. He had said several times that he wasn't just HIV-positive, but had full-blown AIDS. Michael didn't look particularly sick, but I had never seen him in good light. As his deadly cock pressed into me, getting ever closer to injecting its toxic payload, I wondered again if getting infected was really what I wanted. "Fuck yeah, hole. Gonna breed that faggot hole good. Get my hole all knocked up, watch this cum dump get all sick," Michael was muttering. I got scared. Now, for the first time, I didn't want to go through with the inevitable breeding. With Nathan, the sex was great and sharing his sperm at the end was a way to say how much I cared for him, and how much he cared for me. But with Michael, breeding was a way for him to get out his last bits of anger and establish his dominance. I tried to convince myself that it was his fear that was destroying his body, not the virus, but it was a difficult truth to believe. Maybe, hopefully, it was not the disease that was causing his anger; it sometimes affected the brain. "You ready hole?" he said, his cock hard and thick, deep in my hole. "Ready for my AIDS juice?" "Please, Sir, I'm not sure anymore." He shoved his cock hard into my hole. Tears came to my eyes from the intensity of the pounding. Finally, everything was too much: the fucking was too hard, the scene was too dehumanizing, and I no longer knew what I wanted. I gave up, losing all control over my emotions, and started to cry. He showed no mercy at all, not even indicating that he noticing the tears streaming down my face or my sobs. He continued to fuck my hole without slowing down; he may have even sped up when the tears started. "Please, Sir?" "Too late for you, cumhole," he said through clenched teeth. His cock thrust into me again and again, and it pulsed deep inside my body. He was cumming. Each drop of his deadly cock fluid spurted from his dick, flowing through the broken rubber, and straight into my body. Nothing was protecting me from him. "You're getting totally fucked now." My choices were final and there was no turning back. I had no idea of any other way to cope, so I took another hit from the poppers. The vapors went straight to my head; I was grateful for that. It made it easier to withstand Michael's assault on my ass and his injection of his deadly cum. "Please, Sir. Please," I murmured, through my tears. I was no longer sure if I was begging him to stop, to put me out of my misery, or to fuck me harder like a true cumhole deserved. It didn't matter; I was too confused and too beaten down to know or even care. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and cry. I wanted to run far away from here, before Nathan could see me like this, just a little faggot boy, in over his head and having second thoughts far too late to make any difference at all. "Fuck, that was good, cumhole. I needed that. Get to flush out all the virus from my balls and shoot right into your warm, raw, filthy fuckhole." He gave a few more thrusts into my hole and made sure that every drop of his seed was deep in me. Then he pulled out, the condom rubbing once more painfully against my tender flesh. "One last thing to make it complete, fucktoy," he said, giving me another hard slap on the ass with his gloved hand. I was still silently sobbing into the bed. The fuck session wasn't over yet, but I no longer cared. Michael reached into his bag, and pulled something out. "This might be a be icy. But your hot little hole should melt it soon enough. One last gift for you: a devil's dick made from my AIDS spooge. And maybe a special little something hidden in the middle for you." He paused for a moment. "Or maybe a big something. Had forgotten about this one." I had never heard of a Devil's Dick before. Before I could ask, there was a cold pressure against my hole and then an ice cube pressed into me. I gasped, but didn't, or couldn't, protest. Michael pushed it deeper in my hole. He then ran his gloved finger around my ass, getting it to close up around the icy thing that was now slowly melting within me. "There you go, cum bucket. Most of that's my spooge. But I think I've mixed a contribution from a few random guys in there as well. Not to mention that big chunk of tina right in the middle." The violation of my body was now complete. He had put his cock in my mouth and in my ass, gotten me high off the glass pipe, and was now leaving my hole filled with strangers' sperm and some more tina. I choked a bit on my tears and said what I knew I had to say. "Thank you, Sir." "Right on, faggot. Stay healthy," he said, laughing. "Well, try to stay healthy." He pulled on his clothes quickly as I stayed on the bed. Before he left, he slapped my ass one last time and stuck a sticker on it. He slammed the door behind him, finally leaving me alone, a huge load of his sperm in my ass and another hunk of crystal slowly seeping into my body. Once I heard him walk out the door and down the hallway, I got up far enough to peel the sticker off of my butt. Even in the dim light, it was easy to read. In the center was a big biohazard symbol and around the outside, text that read "WARNING: Medical Waste. Handle with Care." I wadded it up and threw it into a corner. Back on the bed, I grabbed a pillow and curled up. I thought the pillow might comfort me, but it was only a piece of fabric. I lay there, my tears still flowing, the silence of the room only interrupted by my sobs.

I like my tops taller and heavier. No real way to tell if they are gay visually, but that is a definite plus.

I’m so turned on by all the non consentual insemination happening. I want all of it shot deep in him and he believes he gets away with it all.

You know what’s crazy? Getting HIV. THAT IS CRAZY. So make up your mind about what you want to do and act like an adult. Do the responsible thing.

I was 14. With a friend same age. We sucked each other and had sex

Another story i wrote for another site that i wanted to share with you - sorry for maybe some writing faults but i am a flemish speaking native from Brussels - Europe Was posting an add on a chatsite recently that i did want to try chems and bare with some eager tops to show me the ropes. Been lately watching some chemsporn on PH, and i must say it turns me on so mucht that i want to try it for myself. I am not really a scene guy so it is hard to find people. Recently i discovered a local chatsite where people could place a topic/add for meets. I am a bit of a loner, so did find it hard to sell myself to the big bad world out there. My first attempts where very vanilla and plain, I decided to take an ad in an other area just to avoid that i would bump into guys who might know me. I was very dissapointed with the outcome of these chatrelations, because a lot of them are just fake, and just people who try to get their rocks off, just discussing how dirty they would go with you.Some days ago I changed tactics, and decided to take a direct plunge into the deep. It was saturday night, and i noticed that there where a lot of bare, chem guys on line, then normally during the day. I posted the following ad " Bottom wants to try chems and bare" bottom std free is looking for a sexdate with elder experienced top guys who could help me to try chems and baresex, would pay for chems, open to all proposals, and scenes, even anomynous me blindfolded - would consider group and older guys.After a while i saw some reactions pouring in, obvious i did hit the right note. Some of the reactions of guys did broke off very fast when they noted that i was not a springchicken guy, but a 38 year old guy who was into fun with same age or older guys. I noticed that lot of the reactions came from Amsterdam, which was not very suprising since i am self located in Antwerp.One of the reactions came from an older pair, who where based in Amsterdam. We did chat for a while before going into details, i did send them some facepics, some nudes ones, and they where veru interested from the start. Of course they where intrigued by my note "wanna try chems and bare". The guys told me to explain my interest for bare and chems. They wanted to know if i ever did bare? I told them no never done bare before, did not even a bare finger up my ass. I explained them about the porn i was watching recently, and that this was the result for my search. They did send me a lot of smiley's and said i was a funny guy. Then came the questions about using chems. I told them i never done any chems, not even a coca cola hihihihi, they laughed about my joke. They told me that they where guys who had regular bareparties in Amsterdam with some inducing materials. They explained me that bare was for more fun then the odd thing with a condom. After a short interaction we exchanged names, I say hey guys by the way i am Micky, and they replied Kurt and Jeroen. Kurt and Jeroen turned out to be nice goodliking guys in their forties and fifties. They where very happy that i spoke to them, because mostly young blokes would turn their backs on them. We did chat on for a while, and i really explained what i had in mind and what i wanted to try. That the fact that i did not know anything about chems, was not a problem for them, they said soon you will learn boy. Soon they asked about my status, it thought they meant if i was single, but obvious that was not the question. I explained them that even i did never try bare, of any other risky sex, that i would still go for a 3 monthly check. I was neg and free of any std's and i could even prove it to them showing them the papers. They quickly told me their is no need for that, we believe you. Finally we came to the akward stage of silence, and the question on both our lips where to go from here. I explained to them that i was eager to meet them, that i would do anything they would like just to try bare and chems. They asked me about my kicks, and i told them that i did recently bought some leather gear, but that i had not used it yet. They asked me what i did buy exactly and why i did not use it yet. Recently i had bought a leather dogcollar, a leather harnas, 2 different leather blindfolds, a gagg with a ball and a gagg with a dickhole. The guys asked me why i did not use it yet, i explained to them that i would not dare to show in that with other people around inf ear to be shamed of be the laughingstock of some real leather guys. Kurt told me that it sounded very hot what i bought, and thet would love to see me wear it, they explained me that they had a lot of leather stuff theirselves like a sling, whipps, cuffs, masks and so on. Kurt and Jeroen where invisioning me, in their leather sling, cuffed and blindfolded with a dogcollar total in captivity.Kurt and Jeroen where eager to meet me, and said they would be happy to learn me the ropes about baresex. Since they where both tops and eager fisters, they where looking for a willing bottom for them and their friends. Seems they had a group of 6 friends who would come regular togehther in their house next to the Amsterdam Canal. I was very flattered by their proposal but still not convinced if i would make the move to do it. Was it only a fantasy of me or was i chasing for the real thing???? At least they where clearly eager to meet me, but was i ready for them?????Several weeks had past since I did meet the first time online with Kurt en Jeroen, the 2 blokes from Amsterdam, who would be willing to help me to try baresex and chems. During the last weeks we where in contact via whatsapp, and did we do a lot of chatting what it would be like if i would give my ass up to Kurt and his friends. After long chats with them both, i had the feeling that i was ready to try bare with them, not really relaising what the consequences would be. Strangely enough, they either did not bring the consequences up to me. I just assumed that it would all be alright, and that one bare fuck would not have an impact on my life. After a short cam meeting via , i decided to travel to Amsterdam the next weekend. They both did look so hot that i decided to let everything go, and follow my fantasees. Kurt told me to come by train, and they would pick me up at the Central Station. It seemd to me the week did not pass, i couldent wait to be in Amsterdam. Next friday i arrived a central station in Amsterdam, the 2 guys where waiting for me at the meeting point. They looked hotter in real life then on the Skype cam. Both where in full leathers; whereass i did feel stupid in a sporty jacket and jeans. Soon they both where all over me feeling me up, kissing me, and being just nice to me. To be honest, i am a bit of a person who is shy, and i am not really a very outgoing person. Dutch people are far more opener an direct then we little reserved Belgians. Kurt told me to have a coffee with Jeroen, he had to pick something up from a friend before heading for home. Jeroen was a bit younger as Kurt, very nice looking but he had a rough edge on him. I do not like pretty guys, i mostly prefer to go for the rougher guys, the damaged goods. In the coffee shop everybody was smoking some heavy joints, since a am a none smoker the fumes where getting the better of me, especially on a empty stomach. I told Jeroen that i would have a piss, so he was getting the drinks. As i returned, Jeroen was drinking a big coke and he had bought a big one for me aswell. Jeroen was starting some small talk with regards to chems. I explained that i do not know anything about drugs or how to use them, but that i really wanted to try some. Jeroen was smilling ad me, like i was talking rubish to him, he said it is so sweet you want to try that with us. He explained me a bit the planning of the weekend, the first day, it would only be me with the 2 boys, and then the next day the other guys would come along to meet me, and if i want have some fun with them. He told me, you just do what you like to do, they would go real slow on me, and give me time to adapt to the new scene with them. After a while talking to Jeroen, kurt came into the shop, and asked us if we where ready to go. We made a move to go outside, but i felt a slow woblly feeling in my legs, Jeroen was very quick to hold me and help me outside. Kurt had the car outside and Jeroen did go with me into the back of the car, while Kurt did trhow my little luggage in the front of the car. I did not know what came over me, i never had that feeling before, it did not feel bad, only i was not sure what i was feeling. Jeroen was cuddling with me and said that everything was alright, and that i just have to enjoy the feeling. He was kissing me very intensely, and somehow i had the feeling that i was enjoying in, because my dick was standing full attention. Little did I know that my coke was laced with GBL.I do not know how long we did drive to their house, i even did not recall how i entered the house. When i woke up i was lying with both of them in a big jacuzi, somewhere in their house. The boys where smiling at me, and i felt very happy, they where kissing me all over, and caressing my naked body in the hot foamy bad. Soon the water was getting cold and Kurt said it was better to go to the playroom where they would have an open fire burning to heat up, and have a deep massage. I was easily persuaded to follow them to the playroom. The playroom was huge, on the floor where several matresses with rubber sheets over, then they had several slings there, and some special chairs i could not even think where they where for. On the wall there where big flatscreens with different bare movies playing, and then there was the huge fireplace giving warmth to he whole of the room. Kurt directed me over to a very big matress, behind the matress was a big wall holding leather gear like masks, wips, cuffs in all shapes, blindfolds, dogcollars, and all kind of stuff i never saw before. Kurt handed me my rucksack with my stuff and asked me about the gear i brought. Soon i was showing very proud my new gear, and explained them that i never had used them before. Soon both guys where all over me, saying i should try them on, and show off to them. I did put on my gear, and to show them what i got, and they did touch my good feeling and told me that i was looking stunning to them. I was already so horny, just by their talks that i would have done everything in my mind to please them, little did i know that it soon would happen in real. Kurt was lying next to me, kissing my ear, and breathing heavily on me, while Jeroen started to lick my balls and dick, Kurt was whispering in my ear sweet little words, how good that i did look, and how happy they where that i was finally with them toghether. Jeroen was making me crazy with his tongue on my balls and dick, and Kurt did ask me if i was ready to let myself go, and give me over to their sexgames. I was so happy that moment, that i confirmed that i was ready for whatever they had in mind, little did i know what their plans where there and then. Jeroen stopped sucking my balls and offered me a drink and told me to drink up, that i needed a lot of fluids in me; for what there was to come. I did not dare to ask him what i meant but i did just go with the flow. When my drink was finished, Kurt told me that he would lead me to the sling, that i would be more comfortable in the sling. They played me a bit on my secret fantasees, and soon i was spread eagled, cuffed and blindfolded in their sling, just there where they wanted to have me. I was feeling woozy and high, and had the feeling that i no longer had a will of my own. Kurt did start to kiss me, and asked me how i felt, i was so happy and i thanked Kurt for being so kind to me. Somebody started to fingering my ass, and i felt a tongue twirling around my asshole, i never had felt a tongue on my hole before, the feeling was amazing. My head was buzzing like crazy, and i had the feeling i could not think straight anymore, i was so concentrated on all these new feelings. Kurt was still kissing me like he was checking up on me if i had no rejections. I was losing all inhibitions, and i just let them play with me. Kurt was picking up the ball gagg that i brought, and told me to bring it on my mouth, he would be turned on by it. Soon the gagg was fasted to my head, and there i was out of control in a strangers home. At a certain moment everything when quiet in the room, and i had the feeling that i was abandonded for a moment. Jeroen and Kurt where arranging cameras around the sling and started to record every movement around the sling, on the same they had a cam live on of this sexsites where all their buddys where enjoying the live action what was going to take place with me. After a while both guys focused their attention on me, both guys where licking my ass and sucking on my cock, my feet and arms where bound to the chains, and i could not move my head, obvious they also had secured the dogcollar to the sling. Both hands where now findling on my ass, and i did hear them whisper to eacht other, but i could not make out what they where doing or saying there. Suddenly i did feel a sting in my ass, and then shortly after heat was forming in my insides, i had a very rough pressure up my lungs, and i had the feeling that my whole live was flashing before my eyes. The feeling was amazing i suddenly did feel the need of getting fucked badly, somebody stated to tongue my ass, and i was nearly crying from hapyness. The gagg was removed and i felt another bottle on my lips, i was so thirsty for water, i must have emptied the bottle inione go. Please fuck me I begged, please fuck my ass i cried out, i was so ready to get fucked. Kurt and Jeroen now where both fingering my ass know, i could feel there sharp fingernails running along my hole and at the insides of my hole. Jeroen was next to my ear now, and asked me if i was ready for them, ready to give it all up for them. Did i want their dicks inside me ?????? Please i begged Jeroen, fuck me please ride my ass please. Jeroen kept my head still, and produced a botle of poppers under my nose, and told me to get a good sniff for my first ride of bare dick. Suddenly i felt a sharp point at my ass, entering the insides of my ass, i cried out from pain, but also from ectasy, Jeroen was holding me, keeeping the botlle of poppers under my nose, while probably Kurt was riding my ass for the first time.I never had so much pain from a fuck, even with chems, little did i know they where riding my ass with a killercondom. Kurt's cock was in no time covered with blood, seeping from the insides of my ass.I did have the feeling they did enter my ass with a metal poker, my insides where burning, the fucking did go on for a while, en Jeroen was talking to me that i was a brave and sweet guy, that i would not regret it. He was kissing me all over, and holding the bottle of poppers under my nose, i was feeling the effects on everything what they have given to me. Kurt spoke to Jeroen, and said that i was ready to move on in my new life whatever that might be. He retracted his dick from my hole, and i was feeling so empty. I was crying out, please do not stop to fuck me, please fuck me, i was close to crying, so desperate to feel a dick in me, i did not even recognise myself, what was going on with me. Kurt was next to me and he started to feed me his dick, can you taste that Micky, these are your assjuices they taste raunchy don't you think, what i did taste was ass and blood, i was lapping his dick clean like a frenzy rabbit in heat, not thinking that this blood came from my hole. My ass was feeling so empty and I was chanting like a madman, please fuck me sir, fuck me please, i had not to wait long, with one move somebody did enter my ass so rough, i was crying out from the pain, there was the bottle of poppers again, Kurt say sniff baby keep sniffing, i head the feeling i was losing conscious as well as any control on my body. The dick was entering me then retracting from my ass and then plunging real hard in again. I do not have a trained ass so the feeling was painfull. Kurt whisperd "just let us take care of you baby, we going to make you another person, you will start a new life from today on". With not really recording what Kurt told me, i just could lie back and let them to to me whatever they wanted, my conscious was shut out of any reality to the world, i just felt like a puppet on a string, being moved by the one holding the strings.The dick was now fucking in a normal sense of way hammering away in my ass, i never known a dick could go so deep into my guts. The feeling was so great finally i had the barefuck i hoped for. The guy who was fucking me had a big stamina, he was going on what felt for me forever, i was in piggy heaven.The fucker retracked his dick from my ass and did plunge in 2 fingers in my ass, here slut taste your assjuices you like it, i was lapping his fingers clean again the taste of blood on it.Inn did go the dick again, and he was fucking me more rapidly and soon there was a grunt, and one finally push to the depths of my gut, exploding deep in me, his dick was not moving anymore but i could feel the muscles of the dick unloading the cargo deep in me. I was in heaven, being finally fucked bare. I was sweating like crazy, i never did sweat that much. His dick was staying deep in me, not moving, suddenly i wanted to move my ass, but Kurt told me to keep still and do not move. I was so cock hungry just that i wanted to fuck myself on the cock deep inside me, suddenly i felt a stream flowing in me, was he for real pissing in my ass? Wow what a feeling, it felt so strange but o so good. I was a bit in a panic that i would not be able to hold it. I tought the stream would never end, i was so full in my ass. Soon he retracted his dick, and his dick was replaced a buttplug, my ass was sealed no more liquids could escape, soon his chemspiss was making me woozy again.Jeroen removed my blindfold, and he was looking deep in my ass, how are you doing buddy, how do you feel. I was feeling so good, they asked me if would love to go on now, or stop here? The chems did take the upperhand of my mind, and i begged them to make me their whore. Obvious that was the answer they where expecting, becasue they where both big smiles. Time for a small rest buddy, lets get you out of the sling, lets have a drink, or if you want some food we can make something for you. Soon i was between then on the big matress in front of the fire cuddling up next to them. I was still so horny, that i started sucking their dicks, i was lapping on their dicks like they where big lollipops, Jeroen and Kurt did lie back and just enjoyed my sucking and licking of their balls. I had the feeling i was falling in love with these guys. After a rest what have must been some hours, i must have fallen asleep because both guys where gone, and i was sleeping on my own on the big matrass. I tried to get up, but felt the plug was still up my ass and i was a bit in panic, because i had the feeling i had the feeling I needed to take a dump. Kurt came in to the room to see if i was alright, i said yeah i feel good, only had a bad feeling with the plug in my ass. Do not worry buddy, lets go to the badroom and we will take care of it. Soon i strumpled to the bathroom, Jeroen was in the jacuzzi with some other guys making fun, Kurt introduced me to Jake and Tony 2 Britts from London who where regulars at their parties. Both guys where full of tattoos, i always had a softspot for guys with tattoos. They had striking sleeve tattoos on both arms, near they belly buttons they had both big scorpions and aroung their left nipple they both had a tattoo, that i have known from hazardous products, i did not know the meaning of it. After a short introduction Kurt did take my hand and ushered me into a shower room, i never saw a shower that bif, they could easily give room for a whole football team. Kurt arranged the heat of the water and started to soaping me up, it was a good feeling, i had the feeling i was taken care off. Kurt was soaping up my ass, and then he said to go down and squeeze out the piss which i did, when the piss sorted, it was red from the inside of my ass. I was slightly in panic, but Kurt told me not to worry about it. Gon on all fours then i will clean out your ass baby. I did what he told me to do, and soon he brought the shower nozzle into my ass and he was fillign me up real good, till i could no longer take it. He positioned himself behind me, and i felt his breathing on my ass, and he told me now let it go. I pushed out the water with suck force, that he must have been covered all over. I felt more dirty then him just doing that. He said thank you baby that was so hot, he repeated it so often that i felt it in my back form all this water. Soon we where washing up, getting clean, and then moving to the jacuzzi where the other where having a heavy petting. Kurt did help me into the jacuzzi where i was welcomed by the 2 britts and Jeroen, Jeroen helped me in and placed me in between him and Tony, Jake was sitting next to him. Kurt was getting us all some drinks and in the meantime i was getting acquanted with Jake and Tony. They where really typical Britt guys with tattoos all over and i could see their nipple rings just above the water. After short introductions by Jeroen on their behalf i gave both guys a deep welcome kiss, even their tongue was pierced. We where sitting back a bit relaxing, when Kurt came back with drinks, and some fingerfood. Kurt gave me a big glass of coke while the others where served with whisky the 2 Britts had brought. Kurt did move in to the tub as well sitting next to Jake facing me. We just lie there a bit enjoying the hot stream of water massaging us and having smalltalks about how we all did meet each other. Kurt was explaining to Jake and Tony that this was my first open party, and that it was my first bare party, giving a wink to both guys. Tony was asking me why i did wait so long to try bare sex, and if i did regret it so far. I explained a bit my background, and also the fact that i am not really a sceneguy, more a loner then a partybeast, but i told him my world did just open meeting up with Kurt en Jeroen, and so far everything had been fun, so i could not really complain. I told them i just sit back and go with the flow, all the guys where smiling, and winking at each other. This time i did taste the coke was spiked with G, but i did not care, i was feeling happy and content, and i let get the G get the better of me. Soon i was making out with Jeroen and Tony giving them both long and sloppy kissen, in the meantime on the other side Jake and Kurt where on top of each other having sweet deep kisses. Jeroen did pull me up to him, and made me stand over him, so that he could suck my cock. I was on heaven in the meantime feeling horny again thanks to the G, Tony came behind me and starting to lick my ass like crazy, his tongue was lapping around fuckchute with his pierced tongue, sending shivers down my spine, i was feeling so loved by all these guys, Jeroen was getting very deep on me and also giving my balls a good seen to. Jeroen was coming down again into the water and told me to get on my belly into the jacuzzi whith my head resting on my arms on the side of the jacuzzi. Tony and Jeroen placed my knees on the seat of the jacuzzi, so that my ass had a maximum opening, they both where fingering my ass, and massaging my asslips, i was just closing my eyes and enjoy the attentention of both guys behind me. I felt their both hands on my ass both fingering my hole, and going real deep into my ass. My ass was still a bit sore inside, from the first fuckings i received, but the pain was not up to the good feeling they gave me. Soon Kurt came to my side and he moved on the side to the jacuzzi and made me suck his big dick, while Jake did go out of the jacuzzi to fetch some things they brought. Jake was back, and he gave Kurt my blindfold and Kurt asked if i would mind to wear it again for them, it would give them an extra kick. I did not mind, i love to wear it. Soon i was back to sucking blindfolded and enjoying his big dick. At my back the guys had moved up my ass, and somebody was giving me a good deep rimming, it must have been one of the britts, because i could feel the piercing moving deep in my ass. While my ass was being rimmed, somebody was playing with my dick, i had hands all over and i was enjoying the attention, i was in dickheaven. My ass was lowered a bit and my leggs where forced open, and soon they where fingering again on my asslips very rougly 2 digitfingers entering my ass very hard. I could hear spray something but could not make out what it was, Kurt told me to open my mouth, and to suck on the rag, soon i was getting the effect, and on the meantime, somebody was trying to enter me full force in my ass. Since in the jacuzzi, the entering was not easy my ass was not giving easy acces so he stayed pushing, it was either Jake or Tony becasue i was feeling an imense big ringpiercing entering my cunt. The pain was immense, and he kept pushing to get inside me, it was certainly not an easy task, again the spray and again the rag in my mouth, nowit seems to be working, i was relaxing and opening up to the intruder. Kurt made sure i was sucking his dick again and going down on him, as deep as possible. Soon the dick was getting comfortable in my ass and was starting up certain rythm in my ass, going very deep, Kurt was holding my hands so i could not push the intruder away. He was taking his time into fucking me real slowly but oh so deep, he was wrecking up my insides, but i did love every second of it. I did take back my hands from Kurt and was feeling around me if their where any dicks to feel up, while i was sucking on Kurts dick. Soon i found both dicks and was playing with them in the water, jerking them off, while the other 2 guys where hammering in my available holes. One of the dicks had also a big piercing, and smaller piercings allong the neck of the dick, it was like there was a ladder going up to the dick head. I was intrigued by this dick, so i did feel him up real gentle, because i was not sure if i could do any harm to his dick. Jeroen dick was moving in my other hand like there was no tommorow. My fucker was getting up the rythm, and soon i could hear him grunt, and i felt that he pushed is dick deep in me, and he yelled something but could not make it out, because my face was cramped between the legs of kurt, the only thing i heard was poz, and then nothing. He was filling my ass with what must have been 8 to 10 shots of cum into the depth of my ass, he was filling me up real good. He kept his dick deep in me, while both sides next to me where beside my face and kissing my ears and my back, like i was a mother that just had delivered a baby. The dick started moving again, and he was fucking me again going very deep, like he wanted to push the cum deeper into my guts. The feeling was so good i was in fuck heaven, especially when kissed around the ears at the same time and feeding on big dick, soon also Kurt was getting exicited, and he pushed my face deeper on his dick, and his thick spurts of cum did fill the back of my throat finding its way direct into my stomach filling me up real good. wow this was amazing, i was trying to get up to get some air from the choking, but Kurt just did last on getting some spurts in my mouth. One moved my face towards him, and he ordered me to share some of that cum with him, while tongueing me, he sucked the rest of the cum right out my mouth, and the other guys where laughing with that. However was fucking me, was pulling very slow out of me, i could feel the metal ring pass by my spincter, and it was making me crazy, what a good feeling. Everybody was getting their breaths from the tub action, i had pulled of blindfold, and it was clear that Tony had fucked my ass. I gave him a big kiss, and said thank you for the nice a good fuck, he giggled, do not worry there are more fucks to come, we are not finished with you. Kurt handed me back my coke, and we just did sit back and did drink resting my head in the shoulder of Jake, while kissing him once in a while, someones foot was playing with my ass in the water.Kurt was asking if i was tired, if i wanted to get some rest, or if i was up for more good sex with them. I was far from tired, i just wanted to have fun with the boys as long as possible. Kurt was kissing me, and said come here you little tweaker, so i moved up to him in the tub, lying on top of him and kissing him. Would you be up for some fun with Jake and Tony while Jeroen and I have a short break? Sure buddy why not, you have a nice sleep, and i will entertain Jake and Tony. Little did i know where i was up to.Jeroen and Kurt left the tub, and there i was sitting with the 2 Britt boys (or should i say men). Jake and Tony did take me in between them, and there was some heavy kissing going on. Jake was wondering what i did like in sex, or what my experience where so far in sex. I explained them, that this night was the most adventorious sex night i ever had in my life, i was not in a relationship, so my sexlife, was nearly to nothing, sometimes i would meet up with guys somewhere, to have a blowjob, or when lucky getting fucked, but there it stopped then. Seems very boring, Tony said. They wanted to know why i did take now the step to go bare and explore my own darkside. To be honest, i was craving this already for a longtime, but i had problems to meet the right guys. If you looking on a chatsite, there are a lot contenders, but the ones who really date are so small numbered, it was hard to find the right match.So both guys where wondering what my secret fantasy would be, what was i dreaming about, what turned me really on. Why the blindfold? Why had i bought all this leather gear just not to use it, hmmm somebody was well informed. I explained that I was watching these PH gay pornside, and i loved the videos, where the bottoms would be bound up and blindfolded, and then used by other guys, it would really get me off, especially when the guy was used as a cumdump. They where watching each other with these questioning eyes, i was hoping i was not coming over as a complete dork. Tony said they loved the idea of a restrained buddy, just available for their service, for them it seemed difficult to find guys who would be ready to deliver to them. They prefered to go all the way with their bottoms, just have their way with their bottoms without any resistance. It intrigued me, how far that they would go, what is there more then blowjobs and fucking which we already did together, little did i know.Lets get a warm shower, and then move to the playroom Jake said, so we where all getting out of the tub, wandering to this big shower room. Inside the room, Tony was arranging the heat of the water, while Jake told me to sit down on the floor, so i did sit down on my ass, legs spread, and my hands on the floor, while Jake came with his flacid dick up my face, i thought to open my mouth and take his dick for a blowjob, but Jake stopped me, and said, just close your eyes, do not touch my dick, and open wide, which i then did. Warm water was floating around my body, and also Tony came in front of me, soon i did feel the first streams of piss, hitting my tongue, i was suprised, but i started to swallow, like i did do it the whole of my life, soon their was the second stream, and i had a hard time to swallow both streams, but i did my best, their piss tasted very acrid, and i did smell the bitterness of their piss, i did come up closer to their dicks to catch more, and both guys where laughing in pride with me. The stream of their piss was endless, they pissed like there was no tommorow. I was dissapointed when the streams did lower down, but i felt real full with their piss, both guys where caressing my head; like they wanted to say, good boi, hihihihi. Tony did pull me up, and we started to wash up, there was a lot of soap involved, and lot of play and a lot of kissing, I had the feeling the piss gave me a buzz, but was not sure if that was possible.Jake did take the nozzle and arragned the stream, then he motioned me to get on all fours, so that he could clean out my ass, he did bring in the nozzle real deep, and filled me up with the warm water real good. My ass was overflowing, and i just pushed all the water out, and then it was filled again, this did go on for a while, till i was getting tired, so they stopped and did pull me up, we washed each other again, where i did take a lot of attention on their pierced dicks and niples. I was so fascinated by their tattoos and piercings, they explained a bit about their tattoos, except the real meaning of the scorpion, and the hazardous nipple tattoos, i did not bother to ask. When finished, we dried off, and then with the towels around our waist, we did go over to the playroom and crashed on the big matress together. I was in the middle and Jake and Tony on their sides face holded on their elbows. Tony asked me, if i did like the sex with them, sure i did they are the most sexy guys i did ever encounter. Would you like to please us? Take it a step further with us? Do you trust us? Sure i do, i would do anything to please these guys. Really???? Would you go further with us, as you already did? We like you, you are a good lad, you have a good ass, but there is more potential in, you have to learn to know yourself, your real self, make your fantasees true. What do you think Micky? Are you up for it?I never been so ready as now, i really want to go all the way (not that i really did know what all the way is), but guys where smiling at me and kissing me, we where in a trio kiss that made me so hot i love kissing, without kissing sex is no fun. Jake was getting up while Tony was kissing me passionate, his hand was playing with my hole, it did feel so good, do you like my ass Tony? Sure i do buddy, but it needs more then just some fingers, we need to expand your ass a bit to make it a real good ass. Jake came back with my gear, and did put it aside me on the matress. What about these things buddy do you want to try them on for us, and show us what you look like when wearing them. Tony did help me up, and soon we where getting everything on, starting with my leather harnass, then the dogcollar,, leather cuffs. Hmmm you look amazing buddy, so hot, you are wrong not using them, you really look good in them. Jake did take his mobile and was soon making pictures of me, form all sides. Tony asked me what chems i was doing, i blushed a bit and told him, that i do not know anything about chems, but that i was enjoying what Jeroen and Kurt had given me, this was my first time that i did take chems. Hmmm and did you like it Micky??? Tony had a total look of misschief on his face, sure i did love it, even that i did not know what they have given me, i did feel so happy, and unhibited to expand my boundaries. Hmmm so you loved it to push yourself a bit further???? Yeah i really did, maybe that i do regret later, but i felt so happy and wanted. Hmmm your up to try some more? Sure, i am ready, although i do not want to get addicted on any stuff, because i would be a mess, not knowing anything of chems.Tony and Jake both said, do not worry baby, you can trust us, we just want you to have a good time with us, try your fantasees with us baby, open up to us. As long you help me, i have no problem, i really like you guys, with that, Tony produced a glass pipe, and a bag with some shards in it. Do you smoke Micky? Nope, never smoked before excepts some cigars on a holiday trip to some tropical island.Soon he was filling some shards into the glasspipe, I was watching him closely, not really knowing what i would be trying to, Jake was fingering my hole again, which felt good, and he was encouraging me to try the pipe. Tony was bringing the pipe to his mouth, and was lighting the bottom of the pipe, so that the shards did start to melt, i was watching very fascinated as he was doing this. With the first inhaling by him, he moved his mouth to mine and starting kissing me, he blew whole the smoke into my mouth, meanwhile Jake was gripping my nostrils, and whispered, keep the smoke in as long as you can, i was holding on as long as i could, and then, let go again, wow what a feeling, i was feeling the smoke taking control of my inner self, Tony was smiling to me, and repeated the process. Soon i was flying, i do not remember how much time he was doing it. After a while he filed the pipe again with shards, and he was moving the pipe now to my lips, and told me to inhale very deep while he was firing the pipe up, soon i was shotgunning him and Jake. My body had a mind of his own now was feeling so horny, and my hole started twitching, and begging for cock, i felt so happy. Jake did put on the blindfold, and Tony was getting in front of me, soon Jake pulled my back to lie down, and Tony did take my legs in the air, and he was startting to rim my pink hole like crazy, the feeling was so good, Jake stradled my face and pushed his big dick with all his piercings in my mouth, I began to suck like crazy on his dick.The feeling being so high and being blindfolded was so good, i had the feeling i felt everything more intense. My mouth was full with Jacks pierced dick, i had to make sure that my teeth where not damaged by all this metal. Tony was doing a great job rimming my hole, i was really in heaven with these guys i had the feeling i could handle the world. Tony was wispering something to Jake, and there was some slight discussion going on, i could not make out what they where discussing, but soon Jake retracted his dick form my mouth and he was getting up. Without my knowledge, they put back the cameras on, while Tony was fiddeling with my ass. He was fingering my ass, while rimmming it, the feeling was so great. Tony made me turn on my stomach, and opened my legs very wide so my hole was exposed to his eyes, without telling me, he was shoving some shards deep in my ass, using his fingers, and a dildo he had at hand, i was not aware what he was doing, but the feeling of that dildo entering my ass was feeling so good, i was moaning like a dog in heat. The shard where now disolving in my insides, and i did feel the heat coming from the shards, it felt so good, i was feeling my body below, getting a mind of his own. Are you ok buddy? Tony asked me, i responded, yes i am in heaven, i want to be fucked so bad, i am so hungry for dick. Tony was laughing and told me to wait up a bit till Jake was back, and then they would take care of me. I did not know what they fingered into my ass, but my last barriers where melting like the snow for the sun, i was so ready to do anything they wanted. Jake was back, and he asked Tony how i was doing, i think he is ready for both of us, his hole is open real good. To confirm that i was ready, i asked them to fuck me, please guys fuck me i need it bad. Jake was preparing a big rig with Tina, on the mattress, and told Tony why let you not sit Micky on your big dick buddy, with a knowing wink between them. Tony helped me to stand up, and then was lying down, and steering me on top of him, Jake was putting some lubricant on Tony's big dick, and steered my ass over the dick of Tony. Soon the big dick of Tony was filling me up real good, i forced myself down on the dick of Tony as deep as possible, i could never imaging that i would take a dick so deep in my guts.I already wanted to ride his dick, but Tony stopped me, just what a sec buddy, we have another suprise for you, are you up for it??? If i was up for it, as long it would involve fucking i was up for anything.Jake did swap the arm of Tony with a pad, while Tony was holding a tourniquet around his arm, and then Jake brought the needle to his thick vein and entered it, first he did withdraw some blood, and then shot some of the contents in Tony's arm. I was trying to move again, but Tony shouted to me, keep still Micky, do not move. Soon Jake was retracting some blood of Tony into the rig, and retracted the needle from Tony's arm. Soon Jake had binded his own arm, and he did the same process with him, first losing some of the content in his vein, and tehn reatracting again some of his blood into the rig. Now the rig was colouring so red, that you could not see the real contents anymore. Tony voiced hand changed towards to me. Micky do you wanna please me and Jake???? Sure of course i wanted to please these guys, had they seconds toughts in fucking me???? I felt somebody was taking my arm, and the tourniquet was placed on my upper arm, and Tony whispered, ok Micky be bot afraid, you are going to feel a small prick in your arm, but then you going to be so happy, and we will find you so sexy.While Tony was deep inside me, Jack was fidling with my arm, i could feel him putting a band on my arm, and then pulling it so hard, that i feit my bloodstream stopping from flowing in my lower arm. He was swapping with a cold patch on a part from my arm, then he was feeling up the veins of my arm, i know he would have difficulties finding a good vein, because they are difficult to see, i was always jealous of people where the veins would show on the top of their arms. I could feel his fingers moving around on the inside of my elbow, soon i did feel the needle touching my arm, don't be scared Mickey, just sit still and Let me take care of you buddy, nothing is going to happen to you, you just will feel a small pressure on your chest, then you want to cough, but then you are going to feel so good baby, trust me. To be honest i was sweating already, not 100% sure where i was in for, al kinds of thoughts where forming in my head, but the hornyness did take the upperhand, and i was not planning to let the guys be dissapointed with me. Soon the needle with the blood and tina was entering my vein, i could feel it go deep, Jake was taking his time to empty the contents in my vein, it was taking an age to get empty in my bloodstream, finally he did retract the needle from my arm, and somebody released the tourniquet from my arm and again a swapping over my arm. WOOF what are pressure on my chest, i started to cough like crazy, like i just had taken a deep pull of a heavy havanacigar, Tony was starting to move his dick inside me, while Jake was intentally watching what was happening to me, to make sure my reactions where according to plan. I was feeling the immense rush, the dosis must have been very high, because i lost it all, i never felt anything like it, my body was no longer in control, all kinds of emotions where taking control of me, i wanted to get fucked so bad, i was nearly crying and begging for it. Tony must have sensed it, because he was now increasing the pace in my ass, going real deep, Jake whispered in my ear, you are one of us now baby, we going to breed you really good now. I did understand nothing what he said i did not register anything they told me. I had the feeling my soul has left my body, i felt so sureal, i was riding Tony's dick like crazy, i felt my soul was watching me going into total depravity. Jack pushed my uppertorso down on Tony, camera's still registering every movement i made, Tony grabbed my head and pushed my mouth on his nipple with his hazardous tattoo, show us your gratitude boy, let yourself go and give it up for us. Jake started rimming my ass, while Tony was fucking me with long strokes, i was in pig heaven. Tony started kissing my face, how does it feel stud, any regrets so far????? No Tony please keep fucking me, wreck my hole please, make me yours please. Tony was winking to Jake that is was time to speed things up a bit, and go for the harder stuff. Tony produced some poppers and was holding them under my nose, sniff really good Mickey, and again, and again, i was flying real good now, i lost total control now, i became a fuckpuppet without a will of his own. Soon Jake camera behind me, and i felt his dick rubbing against Tony's dick and my asslips, his pierced dick was feeling up the entrance of my hole. Wow are they serious are they going to doublefuck me???Tony was sensing my doubts i guess, because he said, do not worry baby you can take us both, just breath normally and relax, open up for us. There where the poppers again, i felt Jake pushing his pierced dick against my ass lips trying to enter, Tony was holding his dick real still to help Jake in entering me. I felt like these monster dicks where ripping up the entrance of my hole, but i just let them take control of my ass. The pain was heavy, but i felt so good, tears where filling up my eyes, and the tina was helping me big time, i just turned into a whore begging for dicks, no matter if they where toxic or not. Jake was pushing deeper and deeper into me, really taking his time to slide up next to Tony's dick, both where slowly building up a pace in my ass. I could feel the ladder of piercings on Jakes dick entering my ass deep. Soon i was getting used to both dicks riding my ass, i was moaning like a bitch in heat. Jake was highfiving Tony in the effort they had made with me. I was giving in to the guys dicks, i was building up a pace myself to make sure that i pleased both britt studs, giving in to all what they wished for. Both pierced dicks where going deep now into my guts, riding me real deep and hard, both guys where moaning now, and kissing me all over and praising my efforts to please them. The tina and blindfold was getting me real high and leaving me without any boundaries, i had the feeling i wanted much more then what was happening now. Jake was pulling me up to his chest, and he started to play with my nipples, and biting my earlobe. How do you feel buddy, do you like oud fucking baby, do you want some filling up? I was ready for anything, i begged, just fuck me please do not stop. Jake and Tony where going deeper and deeper, my assring was giving way to the intruders i never been fucked so good and so deep, i did forget time and place and was just going along with the flow, letting the boys they control of me. My ass did feel moist, like it was getting wet, little did i know that i was bleeding again on the inside of my ass giving breeding space for their toxic dicks. Tony and Jake enjoyed clearly fucking my ass, both where moaning now building up some pressure in their balls, they could not holding it much longer anymore, they wanted to release their cum real deep in me. Jake pushed my uppertorso back towards Tony and speeding up fucking me, i could feel the pressure building up in his dick, suddenly i did hear him crying out, and he was shooting his load deep in my guts, shot after shot, his cum was flowing like there was no tommorow, i felt every shot hitsingle my guts deep inside. Take my toxic load you whore he was shouting, i was in pig heaven glad for the gift he was giving me. Jake kept his dick deep in me, and Tony started to move again now, hè was slowly curling up the butter, and started pistioning in and out of my ass, with echt trust he move de deeper and deeper, calling me all kinds of names, going from whore to toxic slut, and back to whore again, to be honest i felt like a whore working up a sweat to please my rapists. Tony was shouting out, i am going to breed your toxic cunt you whore, here it comes, and with that he pushed his cum on top of Jakes cum flowing my ass with his toxic seed, sensing spurt after spurt deep in my guts. Tony and Jake where breathing heavily, i had the feeling my ass had a orgasm of his own, the feeling was so intense i nearly blacked out on top of Tony, loosing every sense of reality. Jake made sure nothing was happening to me, and that i stayed with them the whole time. I did break down on Tony's and Jake did come lie on me and we where all catching our breaths and tried to regular oud heavy breathing, Both guys asked if i was ok, i only sobbed a bit in happy essentieel, glad for the feeling they gave me. The tina had me still under control, i was hoping they where not finished with me just yet, i hoped they would continue fucking me. Both guys kept their dicks in me, i had not the feeling they where going soft inside me after their orgasm. Jake started to make move again inside my hole, but Tony stoppen him, and told him to keep still. Jake did stop right away obvious knowing what Tony was up to. Soon i realised that i did feel a hot streamen in my guts, Tony was pissing deep into my bowls filling me with his hot chems piss. The feeling was so good, soon also Jake let loose and he was afdingen his piss to the bodyfluids who where already deep in me. After a while the buzz was kicking in from their chemspiss.Jake and Tony where still deep inside me, my ass was filled with toxic seed, and their chemspiss. The buzz of the chemspiss was adding up to the Tina who was still raving inside me, i felt like i was in fuckheaven, just craving for the next load in my ass. Tony was kissing me very intensely and deep, our tongues where having a fight in our mouths, i love these kisses, their is no good sex without kissing. Jake was slowly moving his dick again, i could feel his piercings, moving across my spincter, and hitting my prostate, he was getting into action again, churning up the butter, of cum, blood, and piss inside me. I was quitly moaning while Tony kept on kissing me, i never have felt so full before. My blindfold was still on, so i did not notice that Jeroen and Kurt had entered the room again. They both where looking down on the scene, and had big smiles on their faces. Jeroen did go down on my backside, and started to add his finger, next to the dicks of Jake and Tony's, getting a feeling of the wetness inside, when he retracted his finger, it was covered in a mix of all bodyfluids, with red stains covering it, hmmm you boys have done a good job i see, showing off his stained finger to Kurt, before licking it off. Both guys where chuckling to his remarks, and nodding and winking. Tony asked the guys if they wanted a piece of my ass, to add to the contents already inside. Kurt said sure, but let we move him to the fucktable, so we can all get a piece of his ass and mouth. Jake was pulling out his dick with such a force, that I thought he had ripped off a part of my asslips, it was stinging real good, with the retraction of his dick, i lost some of the juices inside me. Soon also Tony did pull out of my ass, and moved my body next to him. Kurt was producing from somewhere a plug, which he shoved up my ass, real hard, no easygoing from his part on me. The plug pushed all the fluids deeper in my guts, i really was feeling full now.Jeroen was taking of the blindfold, and was watching into my blinking eyes, how are you keeping up buddy, still having fun here???? Oh yes i cried, feeling so good, and loved. Jeroen was kissing me while his hands where fiddling with my asscheeks. Let's move you to a nicer place, common, whe are going to give you what you need baby. Jeroen and Kurt where steering my body of to a kind of fuckbench, they pushed my body over the bench, where i landed on a soft leather bench, then they moved my hands in front of the bench, and tied them on leather cuffs beneath the bench, and then they placed my knees as high up as possible, and secured my feet to the bench. I did feel like a pig on a spitroast. The guys left me there, and then moved the camera's around, so that all the action was captured on video. Jack produced a glass pipe, and soon he was blowing white smoke in the air, he moved then the pipe on to Kurt, and he was inhaling very deep, his lungs where filling up real good with the T. More shards where produced in to the pipe, and the pipe was moving to Jeroen who did get the smoke on moving, soon he was hunching down on my with his face in front of me, and he did take a deep hit, and then kissed me on the lips with it, blowing the smoke deep inside me, on the same time, Tony was closing my nose, to make sure i inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs. The feeling was adding up to my already messed up state, i was out of control now, just begging to get fucked. Tony was taking of the pipe, and started to do his turns of inhaling, so that we would all be fucked up real good. I was so in a piggy state i would have done anything. Two tongues now started to lick the lobes of my ass, getting it real wet, i was moaning in heat, hoping they would continue their licking, one of the guys was slowly moving on the plug which was stuck in my ass, i felt the movements till deep in my guts pushing around the piss in my bowels. I was a bit in panick, not sure if when they would pull out the plug, that i would be able to keep the contents inside. I wanted to protest, but just let the idea drop, and make sure i tried to keep it inside.The tongues where intensifying the work on my ass, next to the plug, slowly they where moving the plug in and out, in short strokes. When they did pull out the plug, i lost some of the fluids, i could feel them running over my balls, and up the bench, the two guys where lapping up the fluids running from my ass, like they had the best breakfeast ever. Wow they are more pigier then i am, they must be really be fucked up to do this, little did i know that there was a lot of blood in the assjuices aswell. Tony and Kurt came in front of me, so it must be Jake and Jeroen, eating out my ass. The feeling was so good, soon Tony and Kurt where offering their dicks into my eager mouth. Their dicks did taste so good, it was not easy to have their big heads in my throat, especially not with the big piercing of Tony.The others guys did keep on sucking on my asshole, sometimes i would feel a fingering entering my ass like they would scoop up the contents of my ass. Tony and Kurt where really raping my mouth now, i was struggling to take hold of both dicks of them, they where tasting so good. One of the dicks was leaking some piss in my mouth, i could taste the acrid taste of the chems in it, it was a strange taste. Tony and Kurt where holding on to each other, just to move deeper into my face with each trust, i really was starting to get the hang of it. More and more piss was realeased, and i was all swallowing it down, some was lost on the edges of my mouth, dripping down on the floor, but i was so thirsty for it, that i tried to gulf it all down. I was in exctasy, feeling so happy and piggy, bring it on boys, give me more of that piss. The guys on my backside where still eating out my ass, and intensifying the fingering of my hole, i was feeling so good, i needed something bigger up my ass then just a finger or 2. When the boys retracted their dicks from my mouth i shouted out that i needed to get fucked hard, please fuck me sirs, take my ass, rape me please. The chems had done their work, i was out of control now, just begging to be used as a cheap street whore, the boys where content with how far they have brought me, just being a dumb fuckrag.The boys covered my eyes again with the blindfold, so it was total blackness for me again, not knowing what these studs where up to. I was flying high on chems, and i was eager to be fucked. A gagg with a ball was filling my mouth now, and fastened on the back of my head. The boys, left me for a while and did go to the big shower room, where they did take a hot shower together, and discussing what the next step was going to be in the conversion. Hey boys, Kurt said, i have 2 other friends who are going to arrive in a sec, they are 2 germans from Cologne, they are real pigs, and no limits tops. I told them about Mickey, and they where eager to take part in the breeding of Mickey. The guys are regular on all sort of bareparties and they are collectors in semen. The guys are bringing a jar with cum of 30 different guys, and they want it to eject it is Mickey ass, before we start our assault on his ass. Hmmm like the idea said Tony, love to fuck an ass filled with male juices. We are going to spike the cum first with tina, to make sure the little piggy will sqealling for our dicks of death. Jake said, love it that the guy is already high as a kite, he just wants more and more, would not mind to try to fist is tight little ass. Ok boys, lets get dry and get the show rolling. The guys just arrived in the playroom, as the others arrived at the door, Kurt was getting the guys. Soon Kurt arrived with the new guys into the playroom, ok boys this are Ralf and Gunther, the pigs From Cologne i told you about. The guys where 2 big guys, you could tell they where germans from their looks hands where shaken, and smiles all over. The guys where wearing rubber jeans, and rubber T-shirts, on their jeans they had removable codpieces. They looked very sturdy and hard. Obvious they brought their own gear, because they where carrying a big rubber travelbag filled to burst with gear. Ralf was moving over to the fuckbench and started already to feel up my ass i was wimmering in anticipation when i felt his wurstfinger entering my hole. His was roughly feeling up my ass, i could feel his sharp nail scratching at my insides. The other guys where watching intentally what he was doing with my ass. Gunther did drop his big bagage on one of the tables, and opend it, and started to rummage in it. Soon he brought out a bag of tina, some syringes, a jar with the cum, a glaspipe, a big buttplug with a fuck hole in it, and again killercondom. Kurt said he had already some syringes ready, they where just waiting for the guys to arrive to administer them. Soon the guys where helping each other to get the slams done. After they all had administered the slams on eacht other, and enjoying the rush, Ralf was back concentrating on my ass, he entered one digit into my hole, and soon a second one did follow. I was still in heat and begging to get fucked, was it not that i still was gagged, so the only sounds i made where some muffled cries. Ralf did keep up the fingering of my ass, he was real rough on my ass, Gunther did join him feeling up my ass, Ralf did retract his fingers from my ass, and showed his bloody and cum stained fingers, to Gunther, who reach for his hand, and he lapped all the juices up from Ralfs fingers, the other guys made quizical looks to each other, and Kurt said, i told you they are pigs!!!. Both guys where chukling to each other, and they focussed their assault again on my ass, both inserting fingers into my tight hole, i could only moan in anticipation. You boys did do a good job on him, said Ralf, you prepared him already for us hihihihi. Ralf was stroking his cock with his free hand, and he was talking German to Gunther, like he ordered him around. Gunther did reach for the killercondom, and did hand it to Ralf, Ralf did stop the assualt of my ass and intensified the stroking of his dick, and fiddled a bit around with the condom in his hand. Gunther reached for the spiked J-lube, they had pre-prepared it with tina, so it would give an extra buzz when used on a bottom. Gunther was masaging my asslips, and thried to open up my asshole. Soon he did put the nozzle of the J-lube in my ass, and did squirt some of the J-lube direct into my hole. It did take a while before i registered what was happening, soon i did feel the heat in my ass, and the buzz following in it. How much more where they planning to drug me, i was not sure how more whilling i could become, i was starving for dick, I did really need it so bad, why would they not just fuck me. Ralf was possible sensing my impatience, because he was nodding to the others, that i was ready for a new assault, he was putting on the condom, and made sure that the tip was at the right spot, on the top of his dick, he made a joke to the others that his dick look like a german soldier with this pin-helmets, the others where laughing with his joke. Tony was moving to my front, and he was carressing my face, are you ready Mickey to what there is to come, i was slowly nodding, i was not sure what there was to come, but i hoped it involved dick fucking the hell out of my ass, i was a bitch in need. Tony started to remove the gagg, making it loose at the back of my head, and replacing the gagg by his pierced dick, him i was really gagging for his dick, his pa was scratching my front teeth, but i did not care, i really did love his dick, and i wanted to show it to him. At my backside, Gunther was still massaging my asslips, while Ralf was still arranging the killercondom on his dick, soon Gunther removed his fingers from my asslips, and where replaced by massaging movements by the dick of Ralf, it did not occur on me, that his dick was covered in a steel casing, Tony was watching Ralf closely what his movements where, Jack haded some poppers to Tony, which he did take, and Ralf gave the signal, that it was better to feed me some poppers. Soon Tony did open the bottle brown bottle, and moved it under my nose, ok Mickey take some strong whiff is, he was moving from one part of my nose to the other part of my nose, I was keeping up the sniffing, till i had the feeling that i nearly was passing out. In the meantime, Ralf started slowly to steer his dick at my manhole, i still was not aware of what there was to come, i just needed some dick deep inside me. The point on the condom was slowly entering my ass, and soon the rest of his covered dick was following, i was still not aware what was happening, but the other guys where watching in anticipation what was happening. Gunther was masaging my ass, which gave a real good feeling. Jake did move towards Tony, and he soon was adding his dick to Tony's dick, deep inside my mouth, my mouth was never so full, especially with the 2 big sized Pa's. I was flying high from the tina in my veins, the tina in my ass and the poppers, i needed to be used real hard now, little did i know how hard. Soon i was aware there was something going on in my ass, now i did feel the pin of the condom stroking to my ass walls, they must have sensed it, because Tony was holding on to my head, and Gunther did hold on to my ass, he was spreading open my ass cheeks, as Ralf did one deep plug, entering deep with his dick deep in my ass, i was crying out in a muffled voice, but i could feel the pain in my ass, the first pain did slowly go over in sensation, till the next attack came on my ass wall. Soon Ralf was intensefying the attack on my mancunt, he was going more rapidly now, and deeper aan deeper as he had started. At a certain moment he totally retracted his dick from my ass, and soon Jeroen and Kurt did come over to my ass, to check out the condom, and my asshole, the condom was covered in blood, and they where al smiling to each other, and soon he placed his dick again to my asshole, nodding to Tony that he was going to do another assault, and there was the pain again. Ralf made sure he was getting a maximum effect on my ass, there was no direction i could go, i was tied up, and holded by the guys, i could only undergo my destiny. My face was still filled with dicks, and i was still sucking them off like crazy, like i was sucking the nipple of my mother draining here for the so much needed mothermilk. Ralf was leaking a lot of precum due to the Tina, whne he used tina, his precum was leaking out of his dick like crazy. He was fucking me now on a steady pace, while Jeroen was kissing him very intense, Kurt was engaged with Kurt, massaging my ass, and while kissing him very intense. Ralf molestation of my ass continued, but i no longer did feel the pain the condom caused deep in my guts. I think my inner side must been a mess due fo the assault, but i was beyound feeling pain, i just needed the abuse. Gunter and Kurt where addding their fingers to Ralfs cock fingering my asshole. The tension in Ralfs balls was growing, he was the ultimate pig, he did love to destroy a newbies ass, and then breed it, it gave him an extra kick. Tony and Jack sensed the tension of Ralf and encouraged him to take off the condom, and breed my ass, the way it should be. Ralf hesitated a bit, but then retracted his cock from my ass, the condom was collored red, there was blood everywhere, Gunter was licking his lips just by the sight o the blood on the condom. He did go down, pulled off the condom of Ralfs dick, and began cleaning the bloodstained dick of Ralf with his tongue, he was a pig in frenzy, the others whee watching in amazement what was happening. Ralf pushed his boyfriend away, and directed his dick back to the bloody hole, he had to push it in deep, and was finally blowing his seed deep into me ass. I felt the heat in my ass, my ass was still burning, but i could feel the sperm gushing into my guts. I felt Ralf coming back into action, and he began to fuck me real hard, like it seemed that he wanted to push his cum as deep as possible in me. The fucking did go on for a while, and then i felt he did pull back. Somebody was licking my ass in a frenzy, to clean it from blood an possible sperm traces. Jeroen moved to my ass, and entered my ass in one go, he started raping me like crazy, he was really pistioning my ass like a machine, in the mean time i was still sucking on the pierced dicks of Tony and Jake. Gunter did join Ralf on one of the matresses, where he started to clean up the mess betweens Ralfs legs, the blood was everywhere, on his dick, his balls and between and on his legs. Gunter was in pig heaven, he loved this, he was so happy that Ralf was a pig like him. They did go all the way, but they prefered the breeding partys, and the satanic parties. Jeroen was in ectasy violating the ass of Mickey, he could feel all the fluids in Mickeys ass, cum, precum and blood. He really digs this scene, violating a tweaking bottom who does not have any idea what is happening to him. He is looking forward to watch the videos he made, he made a mental note to get them together in a proper video, and then launch it on different pornsites for others to enjoy. Jeroen was continuing his fucking of Mickeys ass, when Tony asked him if he could share mickeys ass together with him, Jeroen was interested he said why not, but first then let us take him down from the fuckbench, and move over to the matrass. Soon they where releasing me from the bench, my leggs and arms where tingeling from the straps of the bench. Jeroen moved to the big matras, with his pole high in the air jacking off to the idea of what there was to come, in them meantime Jack and Kurt where steering me to the matras, and helping me on top of Jeroen, i nearly crushed his balls, when stepping over him, soon they where pushing me down on him, and then pushing me forward. Jeroen was holding the bottle of poppers under my nose, and i did take a few big hits of the poppers, just to get the nice feeling of being a fuckwhore. Soon his dick was knocking on my backdoor, i pushed myself in top of his dick, somehow, i did get the hang of taking dicks in one go, even when it did hurt. The feeling of Jeroens dick in me was heaven, he was a good fucker, you could tell, in the meantime he did hold on to me, and was kissing my earlobe, which was making me crazy. I felt the movement behind me, and somebody was pushing my legs open, aswell the legs of Jeroen, first i was wondering what was hapening, but then i did feel the piercing against my asshole, and it began to dawn that they where actually planning to doublefuck me. Iwas not sure if i was able to take them both, Jeroen did hold again the bottle of poppers to my nose, and Tony was slowly sliding his dick next to Jeroen, it did hurt as hell, but still i was curious if i was able to take them. The pressure on my assring increased, especially with Tony's fat Pa pushing against my spincter, but i really wanted to take both dicks. Also Jeroen made an effort to go as deep as possible, both dicks where sinking into the deepness of my ass. I was really breathing heavy, and trying not to shout everything out, Jeroen kept on kissing me, which made me feel more safe and good, the feeling to be filled by 2 dicks was so amazing, i felt real proud of myself that i was able to take them.I started to make movements of my own, slowly riding these 2 big dicks inside me. Jeroen pushed me up, and i was greeted by 2 dicks ready for a good sucking. The 2 guys where standing both sides of Jeroens body, and they where pushing their dicks in my open mouth, i was eager to suck them, i was really in pig heaven now. Jack moved his face over to Kurts, and was whispering that he was ready to have a piss, hmmm Kurt was smiling, i could do with a good piss myself. Jack was pushing my face a bit to the back, and somehow i was sensing what there was to come, i just stopped sucking their dicks, removed my mouth from them, and opened wide, the 2 guys where smiling at eacht other and aimed their dicks at the opening of my mouth, they did not take long to start pissing the first drops missed missing my mouth, and where hitting my forehead and the cover of my eyes, but then they started aiming towards my waiting mouth, I started swallowing as quick as i could, i had not even time to get a taste of their dicks, it was just running down my gullet right to my stomach. Both guys where laughing at what a whore i looked like, i was taking their piss like a pro. The exsesive piss was running down my chin on my breast and down to Jeroens stomach, he started to coat my dick with their piss, the feeling was so amazing. I really did feel like a had left all my shortsided ideas aways, and was fully enjoying to be a full fuckobject to abuse. In the mean time Jeroen and Tony where riding my ass more furious, and where really riding me, the feeling was amazing, i was loosing it, i was going into overdrive, really enjoying all these new things, i never had done before. After they where ready pissing, i continued to suck of the 2 dicks, i felt the buzz of the chemspiss growing into me, heating up the insides. Jeroen was still playing with the piss and my dick, and soon i was pissing myself, letting out everything flow, i felt so embarrassed, but their was no way i could take it any longer, but the guys did not seem to mind, they where chucking about my embarrasement. I must have flooded the entire room with my piss, because my stream was endless. I felt so embarrassed, but Jeroen ensured me that it was ok to piss. Jeroen and Tony where still riding my ass, i could feel the friction of both dicks deep in my gut, and the feeling of Tony's pa on my insides was heaven. I really dig this scene, i decided from now on no more condoms, just take it as it comes. Jack and Kurt where hitting the back of my throat again, my mouth was total expanding with these 2 big dicks inside. I really loved the tast of their piss on their dicks, and the chems in their piss had given me a new buzz. Jack did pull off the cover of my eyes, and starting and was smiling at me with a big grin, how you keep up buddy, do you still enjoy it baby??? I nodded with my mouth full, it is not polite to speak. For me the session could go on for days. The boys in my ass where increasing the pace, Jeroen told Tony he could not hold it much longer, he was ready to blow his load deep into my guts. Lets do it together answered Tony lets make him pregnant, with little Mickeys hihihihi chuckled Tony, all guys where laughing now. The feeling of the assault on my ass was so hot, i was really getting into a frenzy, begging in mumbled voices for their loads, i was so ready to take their toxic swimmers. The pa of Tony was really moving rapidly now, it was like those 2 guys had a sword fight deep in my hole, the feeling i cannot describe.It was Tony who did start shouting, i gonna breed you slut take my toxic cum you whore, somehow i did started to laugh, because i never saw the connection in ejaculating and dirty talk, i did feel like being in a bad pornflic, anyhow i did feel the streaks of cum filling up my hole, the feeling was so good, the whole body was shaking against my back, he was holding on to me, i had to push him back, just not to fall over to Jeroen, with two dicks still ramming in my mouth, his cum came from deep, i should say, the tension in him did take a while. Soon Jeroen was adding his load to Tony's, the friction on the wet dicks was to much for him, he pushed his dick up real hard, so it was going so deep in me, i did feel it bad, but the spurting of his dick inside me felt so good. Jeroen was dumping a very big load up my ass, i felt the cum running out of my ass, he must covered his whole dick, the boys did keep up pistioning my ass, making sure the good feeling was keeping on. Somehow it brought hapiness to me, like feeling relieved that they flooded my ass with their toxic cum. I was feeling really good, still sucking away on the 2 dicks in my mouth, due to my assfilling, i had increased my work on the dicks of Jack and Kurt, both guys where now jacking off in my mouth, ready to give me their precious loads, i was tilting my head back and opening real wide, to receive what they had to give to me. I did bot take them long to unload, both guys did simultaneous shoot their wacks of cum on my face, i did stick out my tongue to make sure that they spilled nothing on the floor, or Jeroen, but that it all landed in my eager mouth, ready to be added to the rest of their fluids deep in my tummy. The taste of their cum was very salty, guess the chems did add to the taste of their cum, i did not mind it, i did take anything that was given to me. Soon everybody was regaining his posture, id did feel a cramp in my leggs, so i had to get up. Tony and Jeroens dick where still deep inside me, i had the impression theu did not lose anything form their hardness after they had send their nut up my butt. I was trying to get up, but Jeroen pushed me back, wait a sec Mickey, not so fast, Ralf could you please bring the black plug next to you, we have to close Mickeys butt. Ralf and Gunter did come over with the buttplug, Tony was pushing me up to Jeroen, and slowly started to retract from my butt, i could feel his pa scrape my insides, soon i felt emptyness in my ass, then slowly Jeroen started to pull out, Ralf was holding the plug close to my asslipps, ready to seal my butt.i was pushed flat on Jeroen, and Ralf shoved the plug with one push deep into my guts, it hurt immensely. Jeroen was kissing my nose, and licking of the excess cum that still covered parts of my face, time to hit the showers boys, Kurt exclaimed, time to fresh up, and getting it clean here. Jack and Kurt did help me to my feet, and then we all did go to the giant shower room, Ralf started to arrange the heat of the water, and we all stepped into the shower. I was till a little wobly on my feet, but Gunther was there to give me some support, he was holding me very tight to him, soon our lipps did find each other, and we where sharing a very intense kiss. I did feel really happy with these guys around me, soon was Ralf behind me and soaping me up real good, he made some german remarks to Gunther, and they where smiling to each other, i saw the flickering in Gunthers eyes. The shower was heaven for me, everybody did take turns in soaping up each other, i did get a lot of attention of everybody, alltough that the plug up my ass did feel akward. Tony and Jack did take good care of me, and then moved me to a corner of the shower room, and they did take the nozzle of the douche, to clean out my ass. Soon jack did remove the plug, and Tony inserted the nozzle with warm water into my deep hole. He was filling me up real good with water, till i had the feeling that i could no longer take it, then he removed the nozzle, and i was pushing the water out of my ass, the water was coloured pink, and was mixing with the soapwater in the shower, giving some strange paterns on the shower tiles floor. Soon Tony was repeating it, and i had a real good clean out. Soon i was back with the others, relieved that the big plug was out of my ass, Ralf did pull me up to him kissing me, and feeling me up, Jeroen came behind me and was riding his stiff cock up my asscrack. Hmm these boys where making me crazy, this could go on forever. Tony, Jack and Kurt where stepping out of the shower, moving over to the jacuzzi, soon followed by Gunther. Ralf and Jeroen where still holding on to me, Ralf kissing me deeply, while Jeroen had hunched down to eat out my ass. Ralf did pull me more to him so that Jeroen had a better acces to my ass, his tongue was fucking my ass like crazy, eating out my ass, i was getting in pig heaven again. Ralf was holding on to me, and kissing my deeply saying all german words to me, like "poz nutte", "schlampe", "fickhure", whatever he did mean with that, probably it was his way of saying i like you hihihih. I must say, that i did feel a bit tired, but i did not want to give the the wrong signs, i lost track of time, and did not remember, if we where on for hours or for days, so many things have seen happened since i arrived in Amsterdam. Ralf must have sensed it, he said lets get out of the shower, getting dry, and then we take care of you, Jeroen did move up behind me, and he was getting some signs and nods of Ralf behind my back. It was clear that Jeroen did know what Ralf was referring to. Ralf and Jeroen started to towelling me off, and then when fully dry, we moved to the kitchen. Soon Jeroen was handing me a bottle of water, which i finished totally in one go, both guys where laughing, soon he handed me a glass of coke aswell, here this will level up your sugarlevel and more, no doubt the coke was spiked again with G, i was beyound care, i just did swallow it. When finished Ralf did take my hand, and leaded me to a couch, directing me to sit, soon Jeroen persued him with a bag with filled riggs. We are going to top you up Mickey, so you really will be very happy, and loving with us, Ralf had a big rigg, bigger then the others before, this one is a heavy one Micky, but you are going to be OK, at first you will have a rough cough, but then total bliss schatzi, the way he said it made me laugh, and he smiled ad me happy that i was so passive to him. Soon Jeroen was binding off my arm, and Ralf was looking for the vein. Ralf was looking for the right vein in my arm, while Jeroen held the strap around my arm. Jeroen, made me look away from the rigg going into my arm, soon he was kissing me to distracting me, while i felt the needle entering into my epidermic layer finding his way into my vein. The kissing was very intense with Jeroen, so i did not notice that they entered the whole contents of the rigg into my arm, as soon as Ralf retracted the needle, he gave a sign to Jeroen to unleash the strap. As soon as Jeroen released the strap, they tugged my am above my head, and then it dawned on me, the rush was the biggest i did feel, the pressure on my lungs was immense, it seemed somebody was crushing my chest, and then the coughing started. I had the feeling my lungs where coming out of my chest, the cough was very heavy, but the rush was even bigger, soon Ralf was on his knees, watching my face, my reaction, probably the state of my eyes, i was out of myself, i lost it totally. Jeroen drop my arm, and he to was facing my reaction, are you alright Mickey????? The only thing i could do was giving the thumbs up, my body was taking over from my mind, the rush was so big, Jeroen asked Ralf how much did you give him? Oeps i guess .75 but he is taking it well, that was the least you could say of me, i was not sure how i was taking it. Jeroen and Ralf made sure i was alright, they checked up on me and where kissing me, my ass was twitching as crazy, and my dick stated leaking precum as crazy, i had the strangest feeling in my dick, it felt somebody was entering my dick with a pen. Ralf started fingering my ass, he saw that i was a pig in need, he smiled to Jeroen, and he made a moving gesture, let's get to the others in the jacuzzi, they will be wondering where we are, Ralf en Jeroen where helping me up, it was good to be in between this big guys, soon we entered in the bathroom, all guys must have noticed that i was flying big time. I was helped into the big tub, i slipped, and before i knew it my head did go below the water, the guys where quick to fish me back up, when i was steady again Gunther did pull me up in his strong ass, the other guys did pull up my legs and they where resting on the knees of the other guys, while i was kissing Gunther, someone did pull my ass back, and pushed my back down, soon i felt the dick of Jake entering my ass, he did enter very smoothly i was ready for it, i was so in need of cock, Jake was going immediatly very deep, the feeling was so good, he started to fuck me really good right from the start, the feeling was awesome, from bith sides where they pulling my asscheeks, to give the possebility for Jake to go real deep, and he was going deep, i stoped the kissing with Gunther and begged Jake to rape me real hard, they all chuckled, and Tony said, i have the impression, Jakes big dick will not satify Mickey, we need bigger guns. Hey with my gun there is nothing wrong he chuckled, only i did not imagine that Mickey would get greedy and ask for bigger guns. Hmmm maybe Mickey is ready for your fist Jake, what do you think? Hmmm do you think???? What you say Mickey, do you want something bigger in your ass???? I was ready for everything, i was shouting it out, please abuse me sirs, take control of my ass i need it bad!!!!!!!. Soon Jake was pulling back, and was hunching down to rim my ass, he pushed me up, and plunged his tongue deep in my ass, Ralf was pushing on the head of Jake to go deep on me. The feeling of his tongue inside me was electrifying he really made me suffer. Gunter was moving his body up to the side of the jacuzzi, come Mickey, put your lush lips around my stiffy and start sucking, i was only eager to suck Gunther off, he had a nice big German saussage. I wrapped my lips arounds Gunthers dick, and did go completly down on him, which he clearly enjoyed. Jake was still assaulting my asslips, but added his fingers into my hole, i was craving this totally, my butt was eagerly sucking his fingers in. Ralf was handing him a big syringe with J-lube mixed with tina, and Jake pushed in the tip of the syringe into my butt, and squirted a large amount into my hole, the feeling was instant. The lube gave a warm feeling, and added only to the pleasure, Jake started on fingering my ass again, and was lubing the outside of myass and his hand, Ralf was helping aplying the lube, they pushed my ass higher, to avoid any contact with the water, while is was sucking off Gunther. The other guys where watching closely what Jake was doing with my ass, from all the guys, he was the one with the smallest hands. Ralf was handing a bottle of poppers to Gunther, and told him what to do. Soon Gunther pulled me from his cock, and was applying the bottle under my nose, and was closing one side of my nostril, in order to take a big sniff of the bottle, the same thing was done to my other nostril. Soon i felt the pressure on my ass, Jake was trying to enter with 4 digits in my ass, and was trying by wiggling to open my ass. Jeroen and Kurt where hoding on to my legs, but where each pulling with their other hand on my ass cheeks, to give Jake some support to enter my butt. I could feel the twisting of Jakes hand on my backdoor, and slowly i was giving in to the pressure, and opening up for him. By folding his hand, soon he added his thumb to his fingers, and pushing it in a bit further. Soon his knuckles where touching the wall of my ass entrance, i was so horny from the rush, that i tried to force myself on his hand, but this gave the opposite effect, keep still Mickey, we are going to do this real slow, we are not rushing into to this. My need to be filled was big, i was deperate, Gunther was whispering in my ears, keep cool baby, we will fill you up soon, do not worry, but we want not to break tour ass ring, we know you are in need but take it slow. The feeling of Jakes hand trying to entering my butt was feeling amazing, i was eager to get more of his hand in my, but the guys where tempering me down. Gunther, was kissing me, just push your asslips out mickey, like taking a dumb, let Jake take slowly control of your butt baby, let him fill you up real slowly and relaxed. Jeroen and Kurt where still holding on to my legs, spreading them wider and wider, and also pulling on my asscheeks to open up. Ralf was adding some lube on the hand of Jake, just to ease the way to my inner sides. His other hand was rubbing the inside of my leggs and my dick, due to the tina, and the pressure on my insides, i was leaking pre-cum like crazy. He was slowly rubbing my dick, while he applied some pressure on my butt. I never had imagined, that it would go so easy, at least the beginning, Ralf was applying more lube on Jakes hand, and my ass began to make sucking noises, i felt a bit embarrased, because i thought i was farting. Jakes knuckles where slowly entering pass my asslips, the feeling was so great, pushing out on him like Gunter told me to do, did help. Hmmm the feeling was amazing, soon his fingers where touching my prostate. I increased my kissing on Gunther, and i was moaning like a pig in heat. My emotions where overwhelming, slowly Jake was working his hand in me till his pulse, he was smiling to the others, like he had just conquered the Himalaya. The fact that i was out of control thanks to the tina, i was now pushing my ass further up the hand of Jakes, he did just kept still, and let me do the work, the pressure inside me was amazingi could feel his hand go deeper and deeper. Ralf was biting my ass cheeks which added to the pleasure, in the mean time he was rubbing the lube up Jakes arm, to make sure that he coud go deeper and deeper. The other guys where appraising me for taking the hand of Jakes, open up Mickey, let us go inside you, open up real good. The encouragement was not neccessary, i did suck in the hand of Jakes like a pro, my ass was begging to be filled, i never could have imagined to get fisted. The touching of my prostate did feel amazing, i was dripping cum now, all wasted into the jacuzzi. Hey boys, what do you think if we move Mickey back to the playroom, so we can have all a bit of fun with him, Jake, was a bit annoyed with the proposal of Tonys, he was so happy to come that far with Mickeys, this would mean he has to pull out of that nice warm ass. The other guys agreed with Tony, so they could have their fun to. Jake was not so reluctant to pull back, instead, he did try to go deeper, and Mickey was helping him by pushing up to the arm of Jake. Gunther was producing back the poppers to Mickeys nose, here take a good sniff buddy, so Jake can retrieve his hand from your hole buddy. I was not ready to let him go, i just enjoyed his hand deep down my butt, i never felt anything like it. Soon Ralf was helping Jake, to get his hand slowly out of my butt, they where doing it real slowly, while Gunther was holding the poppers under my nose, and told me to push it out. I felt Jake pulling back, he went real slow, but his knuckles had reached my spincter which was the toughest part. My ass did give all sort of noises and the boys where laughing, so that made it easier for me, slowly Jakes had did push out of my sphincter, and his had was out. The emptiness was immense, i felt sad because of the emptyness. Lets hit the shower Mickey, then we start all over again. Ralf and Jake did help me out of the jacuzzi, my legs where still wobly, and i had the impression that the fatigue was playing with me. Ralf and Jake where pushing me into the shower, and soon we where having a good rinsing. Ralf was playing with my ass, while Jake was soaping up his arms aswell my upper torso. Ralf was wiggling his dick between my asscheeks what made me crazy, i needed to be filled again, he pushed me into the arms of Jake, and pulled my ass back, and plugged his dick with one go into my ass. Wow what a feeling, hmmm Ralf has such a nice dick, soon i was sucking on Jakes big member, while Ralf was hammering on my ass. Ralf was fucking me deep, the feeling was so good, while i was blowing Jakes pierced dick. The steel was hitting my teeth, when i am not more carefull, i have to make an appointment to the dentist. The water of the shower was splashing on my back, while Ralf was riding me real hard, damm boy your pussy is killing me, even after the fising of Jake you are still tight, i am going to blow real quick if you keep on twitching your ass like this. Hmmm i will keep on twitching i want his load real bad. Kurt was shouting out to us from the other room, hey boys don't forget about us, we have needs aswell!!!!!!Ok boys we better join them, before they get cross with us said Jake, hmmm one sec buddy, i am close, i gonna breed this bitch real good. Ok hurry up buddy. Soon Ralf was grunting, and planting his dick real deep in my butt, i could feel the streams of cum shooting up my butt. Wow what a big load, he must take testorone or something, he keeps on shooting big loads here. I was getting up, and pusshing my ass farther on Ralfs dick, to make sure i did hit the right spots there. I getting the hang of becoming a cumslut. Soon he pulled out of my ass, and a big blob of cum did hit the tyles of the shower, and was washed away immediatly. One last rinse together, and we where toweling off, Ralf was taking good care of me, while Jake was drying of my blond hair, while kissing me. The love i was getting from these guys made me so happy, and i guess, they where happy aswell to have me. Soon we walked up to the room next door, Gunter was being fucked by Tony in the sling, his pierced dick was totaling going in and out of Gunters open ass, it was a hot sight. Jeroen and Kurt where administering the cameras around the fuck bench, and winking us over. Kurt came over to me, and asked if i was ok? I kissed him on the lips, and told him that i was more then ok, i finally was happy. He smiled to me with a cheeky grin. No regrets buddy that you came here???? No Kurt, no regrets, i would not never wanted to miss this experience. Come lets have a sit, and talk a bit, i am sure the others will keep themselves busy. Soon Kurt and i where sitting on a matras facing each other, so tell me Mickey what do you think of our party so far? Are there things that happened that you will regret? Are you feeling ok with this scene? Are we not pushing you to far? Would you like to slow down on us, we would understand if you would, no hard feelings, we did push you already very far. I was giggling to Kurt, and told him not to worry, i was feeling fine and content. For the first time in my life i had the feeling that i fellt loved and being cared off. I never had this feelings, although it is possible, that the chems are causing these feelings of love hihihihi. He was pinching my cheeks, and smiling at me. You know that there is a risk, that due to the fact that we fucked you bare, you might been pozzed by us, and that you might fall sick in the next weeks. I was fully aware of my actions, and i did know exactly what they have done, so why now feeling bad about this??? Hey Kurt do you get seconds thoughts about this? Do you feel guilty? Why, i really enjoy this, and i would have been pozzed one day or another, was it not by you it would have been by any other guy. I feel really happy with you guys, so no second thoughts, i really have fun here, and i do things i never have done before, i am so happy with you here, and gratefull that you have picked me. The tina made me blabbering, so I just did go on, saying everything was ok, no hard feelings. Soon Jeroen joined us, and he started kissing me. Did you spoke to Mickey, Jeroen addressed to Kurt, yeah he is fully ok with our game here. Jeroen was all smiles, do you want to continue, or do you want some rest Mickey? Hmmmm i want to go on for the rest of the weekend. The tina was taking over from my mind, i justed wanted to be used for the rest of the weekend. Wile Jeroen was kissing me, Kurt started playing with my ass via my bend knees, i was sitting a bit back, to give him better acces while I was french kissing Jeroen. I was so ready for it, and in need. Soon Jeroen did pull me up, and said, come boys, lets move to the other side. When we joined the others Tony and Jack where doublefucking Gunter on the matress, while Ralf was hunched over Tony, getting his ass eaten, while Gunter was sucking his dick, wow that was some hot sight to see. Jeroen did pull me up to the matras, where the cameras where installed, i hope you do not mind we film you, little did i know that they already filmed the whole previous fuck action, that i said no problem. Kurt was adjusting the cameras, and started the recording. Jeroen had me on my knees, and pushed my face into his crotch, to suck off his rigid dick. I was slowly teasing the head off his dick, going with my tongue around it, and lapping up, his precum. Somebody came behind me and started to lick at my hole, the feeling of that tongue hitting my pucker was feeling so good, i started moaning while i continued to suck off Jeroen. Kurt was the one eating out the ass off Mickey, passing on a glass pipe filled with shards of tina to Jeroen and a lighter. While he was taking the pipe that Kurt handed to him, he pushed my face down on his dick, his large member was going deep into me throat know, hitting my tonsils. Soon he was taking the pipe between his lips, and lighting the end of the pipe, firing up the tina till it started to melt. Soon he was inhaling the white clouds, till his lungs where filling up, and hitting them hard. Jeroen was pulling up my face to him, and was soon blowing the clouds into my mouth. Here Mickey, take a good drag of the pipe, and keep the smoke in, count till ten and then blow it out. I did inhale deep, and was taking a lot of smoke in, i tried to keep on to the smoke as possible, and was counting inwardly, till i reachedeight, and i had to blow out again. The feeling was intense, the pressure on my lungs big, i had to cough very hard, Jeroen was smiling and said, ok and now again. So i did in total 5 pulls from the pipe, and i was tweaking again like crazy, i was not able to form completes syllables again without sluring, or talking rubish. Kurt was still rimming my ass, i was pushing my ass harder on his face, he obvious sensed that the tina was doing his works with me, because soon he was adding his fingers to his tongue. Jeroen was lurking on the pipe, pushing my face over his dick, and then he passed the pipe again to Kurt. He was stopping his rimming and was filling up the pipe again with some shards before he was melting them. Soon he was inhaling the with smoke, and then blew out the smoke to my asspucker, who was twitching, He did take a straw, and pushed the straw into my asshole, and soon was blowing the smoke into my asshole, the feeling of the smoke in my cunt was surreal. Jeroen kept on pushing my face on his dick, forcing me as far as possible to go down on him. I was in pig heaven, my ass was so in need to some good filling. Soon Kurt pulled out the straw, and was putting away the glaspipe, and was covering my ass with large amounts of lube, Ralf did come over where Kurt was sitting and did handle him the bottle with special lube spiked with tina. The top of the bottle was inserted in my ass, and soon i could feel the buzz adding to the already great sensation of the smoke in my ass. Kurt was preparing his hands for fisting, Ralf did spill a large amount of lube on his hands, while Kurt was rubbing them. Soon his fingers where hitting my hole, and somehow, they glided it real easy, first 3 digits, then he added for, and then he added his thumb. I was concentrating myself on the dick of Jeroen, i was lapping on his dick like it was an icecream cone. Ralf was helping Kurt, and soon Kurts fingers where in to his knuckles, he slwoly was pushing through my spincter, and it seemed easier then the frist time with Jake. Probably the fact that i was tweaking had something to do with it. Soon i could feel the hand of Kurt entering my ass, i did feel a steady flow of lube running on my balls. Before i relaized it, Kurt exclaimed, Mickey you just have taken the whole of my fist your a pro baby, keep on pushing. Soon i felt that Kurt was clsoing his hand, and making a real fist, his fist started to hit my prostate, which had me leaking again, i was pushing my ass back to him, to make sure he was going further and further, which gave some amazed glances between Kurt and Ralf. Tony and Jake where still humping Gunter, but where watching the scene of me getting fisted, they made some remarks abaut what a slut i was, but i did not really register it. I had the feeling that i was not really there, that my spirit had left my body, and that i was watching the scene from a distance. I was nearly crying of the feelings that i did feel inside me, i was overwhelmed by the intensity. Kurt was pushing very slowly deeper and deeper, he was at my second assring, trying to push trough, Ralf in the mean time was crawling under me, pushing his head between my leggs, and then started to lick my dick. Soon he was lapping up all the pre-cum that i was leaking. The pressure on my insides, was so big that i lost some piss to, it was spraying out of me, and giving me the feeling that i had a big orgasm, where there was no end to cumming. This was a pig in heaven, i could cry of happiness, this could last forever when it comes to me. Ralf was drinking my piss streams, i just did let go, i had not really the feeling that i was in control, i had the feeling i was one of these handdolls being stuffed with a hand controlling all my moves. Kurt was amazed how deep he could get, he really did enjoy fisting Mickey, it seems his hole was really sucking his hand in. Mickey was moaning, he was still sucking on Jeroens big member, making sloppy noises. Kurt was making slowly turning moves in Mickeys ass, and had balled his hand in a fist, Mickey was a bottom to dream for, just taking everything what was on offer. Kurt could feel the second spincter and was slowly moving towards it, he sensed some oposition from Mickey and signaled Jeroen for the poppers, which he did take, and offered them to Mickey, take it baby he said, open up for us baby, let us deep in your ass baby, give it to us. Ralf was changing position, and moved from Mickeys dick, back up again, he replaced a cushion unders Mickey stomach, to make sure Mickeys ass was upturned. Tony and Jake where close to shoot their loads in Gunthers ass, the whole scene with Mickey, and the double friction of 2 dicks in the same hole made that they could not hold back much longer. Wow Tony i am going to dumb my load budddy, i can not keep it up anymore cried Jake, same here buddy, i am going to breed this fucker, he is going to get a big load of pozcum in his cunt replied Tony. Soon Tony was the first to shoot up, he pushed his dick real deep, and was blasting his load deep into the gut of Gunthers hole. Jake could feel Tony's dick errupt, and making this typical jerking moves besides his own dick, Jake did not needed much and soon he was adding his load to Tony's charged load. He was feeling so good shooting up, the scene with Mickey has made that he was shooting more then normal and he just ket everything flow and adding to the other load in Gunthers ass. Tony could feel the excessive cum leaking out of Gunthers ass dripping on his dick and balls. Gunther was in a frenzy taking both guys cum, he was really enjoying the fact that he received 2 charged up loads from these British lads, he was in pig heaven. Jake was the first one to pull out of Gunthers ass, and moved up towards Mickey, Jeroen noticed it, and was forcing Mickeys face up, come on Mickey, clean up Jakes dick, make him shine again. Mickey was on automatic pilot, and started to clean up Jake's dick, he could taste cum and assjuices, he was lapping it all up, like he has done this the whole of his life. Tony was getting his breath slowly and was in an intense tongue fight with Gunther, the whole of Gunther was feeling sloppy now since Jake has pulled out. Tony did stop the kissing, and was whispering in Gunthers ear, why do we share some of that cum in your ass with Mickey, what you ? Soon Gunther was slowly coming up from Tony's dick, clenching his ass cheeks, so he would not spill to much of his load. Tony was getting slowly up and was moving up to Mickey to have his dick cleaned just like Jake did, Jake did make place to Tony, and was moving to the shower room, to get a quick shower. Tony forced his dick deep in Mickeys throat, and Mickey was taking it all, Tony signaled to Gunther to crawl over to where he was standing, and soon he turned his ass towards Tony. Tony did hold on to the face of Mickey who was servicing him, also Jeroen joined in on cleaning up Tony's dick, soon he was shining with saliva from boths guys. As soon Tony's dick was clean he hunched down between the legs of Gunther, and he started to finger Gunthers hole, in order to scoop out some of the cum they had deposited there. He did not had to look far, and soon his fingers where coverd with a big glob of cum. Carefully he moved his fingers towards the open mouth of Mickey, who cleaned off his fingers like he was real hungry. After his fingers where cleaned, Ralf ordered Gunther to push out all the cum from his ass into the waiting hand of Tony, Gunther was not really eager to share it, but he complied with the order that Ralf has given him. Soon Gunther was pushing out a big load of cum, right into the waiting hand of Tony, it was a serious amount of cum, soon Tony moved his hand to the face of Mickey who was already sticking his tongue out to get his present to lap up. What a pig you have become in these days Mickey Jeroen laughed, he enjoyed it that Mickey became such a pervy bastard, just doing anything they did to him. Mickey was drinking all the cum from Tony's hand, he was doing it without thinking, he just did what they did expect from him. He really enjoyed being forced into slutiness, the chems where still in control big time, he just was so horny for cock, he could hardly bring down his feelings. Soon Tony and Gunther joined Jake under the shower, and left Ralf, Jeroen and Kurt taking care of Mickey. Kurt was enjoyings Mickeys ass, for a first time taking a fist, Mickey did take it real deep. He did not want to being to hard for the first time, after all they did to Mickeys ass during the whole weekend, and he wanted to make sure, Mickey was willing to come back to them on future occasions. Soon he was asking Ralf to help him to get his hand out of Mickeys sweet ass. Jeroen was feeding Mickey poppers again, to help him going to the pace. Ralf was slowly pulling back, while Ralf was opening Mickeys asscheeks, Mickeys as was slowly prolapsing, coming out of his insides, Ralf and Kurt where smiling to each other, enjoying the sight that Mickey was giving them with out knowing what was happening to his ass. Mickey did enjoy the pain and the pressure he felt deep in his ass, and he was thinking that it would take a while to recovering of this weekend. Kurt was close to Mickeys last spincter, and he was enjoying the feeling of pulling back, Ralf was licking on Mickeys prolapse, and assring, he really digs it seeing a prolapse, even when it was only a small one, he had fisted other guys pulling out their insides with his fist, and then fucking the prolapse with his big dick. Soon Kurt hand was out, and he pushed back the small prolapse of Mickey, Mickey gave a sigh. Jeroen was kissing Mickey and made sure he was ok, he was looking into the eyes of Mickey, and he noticed that Mickey was still tweaking his eyeballs where still immense. He signalled to get Mickey to the shower to Kurt, and both guys helped Mickey up. Ralf was already on his way to the shower, and Jeroen and Kurt where pulling Mickey up and supporting him to get him under the shower. Mickey was resting his head on Kurts shoulder while he was ushered to the shower, he felt like he had not a brain of his own. Tony, Jake and Gunther where relaxing in the hot tub, and Ralf was waiting for the guys to join them in the shower, when Kurt and Jeroen walked with Mickey into the shower, he took hold of them, and they all started to take care of Mickey soaping him up real good. Mickey was on automatic mode, and just let the guys take control of him, enjoying the attention he was getting of him. Ralf was commenting on Mickey to the others, he was really praising Mickey for becoming such a fuckslut, in such a short time. Kurt added, that he will enjoy to edit the video, they made the whole weekend and putting it on their website, i guess this video will be a winner with Mickey in a lead role. Info to the readers - this is a total fantasy story so forgive me not to be accurate with everything. I never done any of the things that happened in the story so i am lacking some experience, but i still hope you did like it.Regards,Marc (AKA Mickey hihihi)

As a top, I find the use of masks on a sub very hot. Something about sensory deprivation very controlling. Deciding just how much information my sub is allowed to know/understand heightens my desire. The ultimate would be to blindfold and put ear buds with sex sounds and strong verbal degradation playing. Maybe call him using Bluetooth to give him commands and give him positive feedback on just how slutty he is with him unaware of just who is breeding him. Of course, catch everything on video .

Part 9 - The Finale I looked up at Aaron as James wrapped a band around Aaron's arm and tightened it. Joe handed James a syringe that was filled with a clear liquid. James held it up and pushed the plunger and pushed a small amount of liquid out. He moved over to Aaron and carefully inserted it into a vein in his arm. He pulled the plunger back until red started to appear in the syringe. He released the band and more red appeared. The syringe was removed from Aaron and was placed in front of my face. I stared at it. "This is it for you, my newly poz, son. The final step in your conversion. Once my AIDS blood goes into you, you will be mine forever." "Thank you, Sir. Convert me. Please make me yours." "Joe. Release his arm from his handcuffs. I want him to do this willingly." Joe grabbed a key and unlocked my arms. They were sore and stiff from being locked for so long. I brought them down to my side. James grabbed the band and tightened it around my left arm. He took the syringe from Aaron and carefully inserted it into my vein. "Push the plunger in, slut. Become mine." I carefully wrapped my hand around the syringe and looked at Aaron. He smiled at me. I turned my gaze back to the syringe and slowly pushed the plunger until all of the liquid disappeared. James released the band. As before, I started to feel the warmth overtaking me. James took the syringe from my hand and withdrew it from my arm. The warmth continued to overtake me and my need to cough became desperate. I started to float in the clouds. I lost track of my surroundings and time. At times, I thought I was being fucked. Other times, I don't think I was. At times, I thought I saw a large group of people around me. Other times, it seemed like there was only a couple of people in the room. When the clouds started to clear, I looked around. There was just one person left in the room. It was Aaron. "Looks like you are coming back to me. You had quite the ride in the clouds." "How long?" I struggled to get the words out. "We've been partying all night. It's 8am now. James and Joe headed home a while ago." The clouds continued to clear. A glass was handed to me. I started to sit up higher on the bed and drank the liquid down. "Yes son. Drink the juice. It will help you feel better. I am going to be here with you until you are good." "What else happened?" "Well. After that AIDS blood slam, the party continued. We invited several guys over. Some we knew. Some we found on the apps. Everyone got a bunch of loads last night. Some were poz. Some were probably neg. Who knows. I know both James and Joe took a few loads. Many went in you. Heck. Even I took a couple." My head was continuing to clear. "I'm going to have to check out today." "No problem. You have a few more hours. You should be fine by then. I put our numbers in your phone. You are part of our family now. If for some reason our seed doesn't take, we want you to come back and we will continue until you do convert. If you get the fuck flu, we want you to come back and we will have a ceremony and take care of you." "Thank you, Sir." "You're welcome, son. There is so much we want you to explore. Once you get the fuck flu, we will want to take you to the baths so you can breed some guys. Gotta spread our seed while it is extra potent. We also want you to be there when I get the extra drop added to my tattoo. We would also love for you to get a matching biohazard tattoo on your shoulder but there is no rush there." "I'd like that. Thank you, Sir. May I jump in the shower real quick?" "Of course, son. While you shower, I will go grab you some breakfast." I slowly climbed off the bed. I felt unsteady for a moment but quickly steadied myself. I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. The water warmed quickly and I got in. The water felt good pouring over me. I lathered up my hands with soap and ran them over my body. I ran my soapy hands over my limp cock and worked back to my fuckhole. It was a little sore and felt looser. I finished lathering up and rinsed off. I stopped the shower and stepped out and dried off. I heard the room door open and close. I finished drying off and combed my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom. "I got you a breakfast sandwich and some more juice." "Thank you, Sir." I unwrapped the sandwich and gulped it down. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. I drank the juice. I got an immediate boost from eating and drinking. "You feeling better now, son?" "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." "If you are feeling better, you better start getting packed so you can check out." "Yes Sir. I should probably get heading home soon." "OK, son. I will leave you to it. The good news is that we used all of your party supplies so you don't need worry about crossing the border with it." "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." I got up and walked him to the door. I was starting to get extra emotional as we were about to part ways. He grabbed me and pulled me close and hugged me tightly. With that, he turned, opened the door and left. I felt an emptiness that I had never felt before. It was like a part of me had left. Sadly, I turned and started packing up. I knew I had to get out of there and make the long trip home. As I finished packing, my phone buzzed. "Hello son. I know you are sad but don't worry. Soon, you will be back here with your poz family. Have a safe trip and see you soon." I typed back a reply. "Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. I can't wait to be back with my maker and poz brothers." I smiled and finished packing. I headed down to check out and then make the long drive home. Before this weekend, I thought I knew my purpose but it had changed. My purpose now was to become part of my new poz family. The drive home was uneventful. I spent the rest of the day unpacking, doing stuff around the house and getting ready for work. The entire time, I was thinking about what I remembered from the weekend and hoping to repeat it. A few weeks later, I got very sick. I texted my poz family and told them I was sick. They told me to come to them. On Friday, I took off from work and drove to Toronto. While I was excited to see my poz family, I was also exhausted from being sick. I parked in a garage and headed into his apartment complex. I rang the buzzer and headed up. When I got to his door, Aaron opened it and let me in. He had a huge smile on his face. "Come in, son. Time to take care of you." He showed me in and led me to a small bedroom. "Strip and get into bed." I struggled but pulled my clothes off and slipped into bed. Aaron got in next to me and hugged me. "You are being reborn, son. Soon, you will be free." I dozed off to sleep in his arms. A few hours later, I woke up to find myself alone in bed. Moments later, Aaron came into the room carrying a tray with a bowl on it. "Glad you are awake, son. I have some soup for you. It will help you feel better." I sat up in bed and he placed the tray down. I slowly ate the soup. It was tough for me to eat but it tasted very good. "I know it is tough to eat and you aren't feeling good but we really want to take you out to spread our seed." "Yes Sir." I continued to eat slowly and felt a bit better with each bite. After I finished, I slid out of bed and grabbed my tray. I carried it out to the kitchen where I found Aaron. "Let me take that from you. You didn't need to get out of bed." I handed him my tray and sat on a stool. "Thank you, Sir. That was very good soup. It is already making me feel better." "That's good, son. I am glad you liked it. Take these. They are Tylenol. They should help." I took the pills and swallowed them with a glass of water. There was a knock at the door. "They're here, son. Think you can let them in?" "Yes Sir." I got up and walked over to the door. I opened it and saw Joe and James. They had big smiles on their faces. James exclaimed, "HEY! Glad you are here." He burst into the room and hugged me tightly. As soon as he released me, Joe pulled me into a tight hug. He released me and both headed over toward the kitchen. They both hugged Aaron. "How are you feeling, Greg?" "I'm struggling but I am ok." "That's good. Your seed is extra potent right now. We need to get you out there and spreading it." "I will be fine. I am excited to spread your seed." "Good. Do you feel up to showering?" "Yes Sir." "OK. Good. Let me show you the way." Aaron and I walked down the hall to the bathroom. "Here is the bathroom. You will see that there is a douching station in the shower. Please be clean inside and out. Hopefully, you can get a few more strains today as well." "Yes Sir." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I got undressed and stepped into the shower. I turned on the water and got underneath. It felt good. I grabbed the douching kit and inserted it. After thoroughly douching, I finished showering. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I stepped out of the bathroom, went into the bedroom and got into a jock and some comfortable clothes. I walked back out to the living room. "There he is. Feel better?" "Yep. The shower helped. It feels good to be all clean inside and out." "Good. Ready to go?" "Yes Sir." "Good. James, can you get us an Uber so we can go?" "Sure thing." "Good. Greg. Here are the rules. We are going to go around together. When we find a good candidate, we are going to want you to breed them. Do you want a Viagra?" "Sure. It should help." "OK. Also, drop your pants. I want to fit you with a cock ring." I pulled my pants down and Aaron returned with several cock rings in different sizes. I fit each one around until one seemed just the right size. "That looks good. Take if off for now." I pulled it off and took the Viagra pill that James offered me and swallowed it along with some water. I pulled my pants back up. "Uber is here. Let's go." With that, we headed down to catch a ride. We made idle conversation on our ride. After a little bit, we arrived in front of Steamworks. We checked in and I wandered to find my room while my poz family got changed in their lockers. After a few minutes, there was a knock on my door. I opened it and Aaron was there. "The guys are wandering the halls looking for a candidate. You ready?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Let's go." With that, I grabbed the key and we wandered around. After checking out the darkroom and several hallways, we stopped at an open door. Inside, James and Joe were on each side of a young twink. They were running their hands all over him, grabbing his butt, rubbing his chest, and pinching his nipples. Aaron and I stood in the doorway enjoying the view. Joe put his hands on the twink's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees in front of him. The bottom looked scared with Joe's hard cock just inches away from his face. "Go ahead boy. What are you waiting for? Suck my cock." The twink tentatively wrapped his hand around Joe's cock and moved closer. He opened his mouth and slowly brought Joe's hard cock into his mouth. He managed to only get the head into his mouth. "First time, boy?" The twink pulled the cock out of his mouth and said "Yeah. I've never been with a guy before." A smile crept across Joe's face. "Great. Glad we found you. We will break you in and show you your true purpose. We brought one of our friends with us tonight. It's his first time too. Maybe he can be the first to fuck you." Joe motioned for me to come in and I stepped into the room with Aaron following close behind. The twink looked over at me with a worried look. I pulled my jock off and stepped closer. My cock was already hard. The twink tentatively opened his mouth again and licked the head of my cock. It was obvious that he did not know what he was doing. Joe asked "Are you ready to get fucked boy?" The twink pulled back and nodded. "Good. Get up on the bed in doggie." The twink got in position on the bed. I climbed on the bed behind him. The twink grabbed a condom and handed it back to me. "You won't need the condom, boy. Like I said, it's Greg's first time too. That's why we are here." "You sure?" "Of course. Believe me. It will be more memorable without." "OK." With that, I got close to the bottom. My cock was rock hard and leaking precum. I grabbed the lube and slicked up my cock. I rubbed my hard cock through his crack and paused when I got to his tight fuckhole. James produced a bottle of poppers and held it in front of the boy. "Inhale boy. It will make it go easier." The boy breathed in through his nose. "Again and hold it." He sniffed again and held it. At that moment, I slowly pushed in. The boy was very tight but I took it slow. "You're doing good boy. Keep inhaling." His tight fuckhole relaxed and I continued to push in until I was fully inside him. I held still for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. I slowly withdrew until just the head was inside and then slowly pushed in again. I pulled back again and pushed in again. I heard the twink moan and felt his hole squeeze my cock. My cock spasmed. I started to slowly fuck the boy. With every thrust, the boy moaned and I felt his hole grab my cock. I grabbed his hips and started to pick up the pace. I knew it wouldn't be long. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. Then, I heard him. It was Aaron. "Do it, son. Breed him. Give him your toxic poz load." I pushed hard and my cock started to spasm. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I felt my toxic load filling the boy. Then, I felt it. His fuckhole grabbed my cock hard. Milking more of my toxic cum out of me. "Look at that. He's a natural bottom. Cumming his first time that he got fucked." I slowly pulled out and Aaron took my place. He pushed into the boy in one motion until he was fully inside. The boy started to object but I moved up next to him and whispered in his ear. "It's fine, boy. It's too late for you." I smiled. I had come full circle.

Old repugnant tops are usually the most twisted. There’s something about the way they look at you (like they never thought they’d get the chance) that drives me crazy. That hunger, that need to take every inch of you. And then that moment when you realize you're covered in an old man’s cum... it’s so filthy, so overwhelming, and so unbearably hot.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is my first story. Go easy on me guys The following is pure fiction. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is an amazing coincidence. Part 1: Intro “Fuck!” Mark yelled as he put his phone down. His calls with his parents had grown less frequent the past few years, but they always seemed to find a way to piss him off. The latest way was that they wanted him to go check up on his brother Joey at college since they had found out Joey had got thrown off the wrestling team and lost his sports scholarship and wouldn’t talk to them. “We would do it ourselves, but you know how we don’t like to travel to big cities” they said. “Big city? Its a damn college town in the middle of farmland," Mark replied, thinking to himself 'It seems my brother is following in my footsteps', knowing that his brother was even more easily distracted by partying than he had been. Mark began to think about the events that had brought him from a small, rural midwest town to where he was today. It had been quite a wild ride. Mark had left his small hometown and went to college several hours away for many reasons. First was to escape his parents who were very conservative and religious and tried to control everything Mark did. Second was so he could meet other gay guys his age without trying to hide it from his family, friends and nosy townspeople. And last was because there was nothing other than small community colleges nearby and Mark wanted be able to find a good career and move to one of the coasts and enjoy city life far away from his family. After a shaky start in school from too much partying his first semester, he did well. He got good grades, met lots of people and enjoyed a very active sex life. He was a lot more reserved his senior year when his brother decided to go to the same university. His parents were relieved that they were both going to the same school so that Mark could look after his little brother during his first year, but the reality was that they saw little of each other. Mark was busy with finishing up his senior projects and some hard classes while Joey was working out and practicing with the team when he wasn’t studying. They would occasionally run into each other at parties and go home for holidays together, but other than text messages they just lived in different worlds. After graduating, Mark landed a good job at a Silicon Valley software company and moved to California, sharing an apartment with his friend Eric who had also found work out there. The two of them had become friends with benefits their junior year but they never wanted to commit to a relationship since they enjoyed fucking everyone they could. Both, however, were quite relieved to be out of the Midwest, feeling liberated on the West Coast. They frequently went to San Francisco on weekends and hit any baths, bars and sex parties they could find. They had an easy time picking up guys - Mark was tall, a six foot Midwestern white guy with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, nicely toned even though he only sporadically went to the gym (and then usually just to check out the guys), a light fur covered his chest with a trail down to an impressive package - almost eight inches and thick sporting a PA that he recently upped to 0 gauge. His legs and bubble butt also had a covering of light hair. Over the last year he had been adding ink to the two tattoos that he had gotten in college. Both arms now had complete sleeves - the left continuing the tribal motif he started in college, the right being considerably darker and gothic. He was about to start on the tattoos for his back and was getting the art finalized with his tattoo artist. Being truly versatile, he could usually find sex partners almost anywhere - top, bottom or other vers guys to flip with (his favorite). Eric was equally as handsome but very different than Mark and could easily attract his share of men too. Eric came from a traditional Japanese-American family who was not pleased when he came out. He rarely talked to them and it was one thing that Mark and Eric had in common and they had become each other's family. Eric’s darker skin was devoid of any tattoos and he worked out to a strict schedule to keep his muscular five foot, nine body toned, taut and shaved, except for a neatly trimmed bush surrounding a thick 6 inch uncut cock. The only adornments were a small goatee, pierced ears and nipples, and an ever present smile. Eric considered himself to be versatile as well, but in reality he spent most of the time as a bottom. Most would consider him a power bottom - aggressive and usually in charge. That attitude continued when he topped. Whoever he fucked knew who was in control. A few months ago, Mark came down with nasty flu and was home in bed for over a week. A few friends told him to go get tested and he found out he was HIV+. Eric got tested too, but was still negative. The news didn’t really slow either of them down, they both continued to work hard and play harder but Eric was more cautious with whom he hooked up with. Some of Mark’s fuck buddies wouldn’t fuck with him any more, others insisted on condoms which Mark still refused to use. Mark did try condoms with Eric to keep their sex life going, but they both hated the feeling so sex between them stopped. Eric didn’t want to get infected and started to think about going on prep. They still did social events together, but their relationship started to drift apart. Mark did find a new group of guys to fuck that were either already poz or didn’t care. Mark kept putting off the doctor's instructions to begin meds. Several of his poz friends started letting him know where to find neg guys that wanted poz loads and he really enjoyed his new found power. The first week he bred five neg guys, all of whom announced he had come down with 'the flu', which gave Mark's confidence a boost. He no longer feared he was either never going to have sex or only get to fuck a few other poz guys. None of Mark’s family knew of his sexuality or infection and Mark was keen to keep it that way. He had heard enough from his parents preaching about “how those queers were going to rot in hell.” Mark tried to talk to his brother over the phone about his parents' concerns, but didn't get any solid answers out of his brother, so Mark concluded he would need to meet with his brother in person if he was to get a handle on what was going on. He really cared about his brother Joey and wanted to make sure he was able to graduate and escape like he had. Mark talked to his boss and was able to get a few days off a couple weeks later, so when he got home from work he sat down at the computer and hit all the travel websites and found what he needed - air tickets for going Thursday and coming back Monday and a rental car. He originally thought it would be better to stay at his brother’s apartment, but the more the thought about it a hotel room would make it a lot easier to hookup if he had time. After hunting around for a couple hours, he found a place that wasn’t a dive and didn’t cost a fortune. The hotel had outside door access and remembered going to a few sex parties there when he was in school. Everything was set. He would have to work hard the next two weeks since he might have a few days off, but the deadlines were still the same. He closed the laptop and got up and got ready for bed. Naked, he slipped into the bed with Eric and they kissed each other just like countless other nights before Eric pulled away and told Mark “We need to talk.” Mark’s heart sank at the sound of Eric’s words. Thoughts flashed through his mind, but the one that stuck was that he was about to get dumped. Looking at Eric he knew something was wrong because Eric's smile was gone and he looked very serious. “I know things have been pretty awkward between us since you found out you are poz” Eric said. “I want you to know that I still love you.” Mark’s heart sank even lower. He started to speak but Eric cut him off before he got the first word out of his mouth. “Let me finish” Eric continued. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to go on PrEP, Mark. It just isn’t me. I want our relationship to be like it used to be. Passionate. Sensual. Wild.” He waited a moment and took a deep breath. “I want you to poz me Mark. Share with me your virus like we used to share everything else. I want a part of you to be with me forever.” Tears ran down Mark’s face as he heard Eric talk. He wasn’t sure he heard it all correctly, since he just relieved with the fact that Eric wasn’t dumping him. “Are you sure?” Mark said after a long pause. “You really want me to infect you?” Eric’s smile came back as he wiped the tears off Mark’s cheek. “Yeah I do. I’ve thought about it a lot and realized I was jealous of those guys you have pozzed. I want to share our life together as a poz couple” Eric replied. Kissing Mark passionately and aggressively, Eric stroked Mark’s cock. Breaking the kiss he continued “And I want you to start now. Breed my fuckhole full of your toxic seed. Make me the poz pig you know I can be." “Oh fuck yeah” was all that Mark could say as his mind raced. Since the moment he found out he was poz he had wanted to bring Eric into the poz brotherhood but knew it had to be Eric's choice. He had almost given up hope that Eric would change his mind, but now it was happening. As months of pent up lust took over his body, Mark grabbed Eric’s head and forced it down on his hardening cock. Eric greedily sucked down Marks shaft, feeling the new larger piercing push into his throat. Eric always prided himself on having almost no gag reflex but this was the first time with Mark’s larger piercing and it was noticeably bigger. His throat covered Mark’s cock with slime as his tongue flicked and probed around the cock. Eric was eager to feel Mark’s cock back inside his ass after such a long time. He really missed their almost daily fuck sessions that they had done since their college days. Wrapping his hand around Mark’s balls, he tugged a bit, something he knew Mark loved. He felt the big balls with his fingers knowing that their poisonous contents would soon be deep inside him. The thought sent waves of excitement through his body. With his other hand, Eric stroked his cock which was now harder than he ever remembered it being. Leaking his neg precum onto the bed Eric bobbed on Mark’s cock, occasionally pulling off and grabbing the piercing with his teeth and shaking his head driving Mark crazy. Finally Eric couldn’t wait any longer and climbed up on top of Mark and positioned Mark’s poz cock at his ass ring. Feeling the steel on his hole for the first time in months, he grinned and remembered how good Mark’s cock always felt inside him. Mark looked up at Eric as their eyes locked. “Are you sure about this Eric? You can stop if you want to” Mark said softly. Eric just breathed deep, letting his hole relax a bit and shoved down as hard as he could onto Mark’s rigid cock. The pain was intense and he let out a scream, but it was what Eric wanted. He wanted to make sure that his fuck hole would have lots of small tears so that the virus could quickly enter his body. In some ways he wanted to make sure that it was the first fuck that infected him, but he wanted to take Mark’s charged load every day until he knew that he was no longer neg. After pausing a few seconds with Mark’s cock balls deep inside, Eric begin to ride Marks cock like he had hundreds of times before. He moved with hard, long strokes bouncing off Mark’s body. The look of pure lust came over both of them as the sounds of grunts and their bodies slapping together filled the room. After twenty minutes of Eric riding Mark’s cock, Mark bucked Eric off, pushing him on to his back. Grabbing his legs, Mark lined his cock up to Eric’s swollen hole. Looking down he saw a few red streaks on his cock and he looked straight at Eric and said “You are so fucking ready to get knocked up. My precum has been soaking into your wrecked hole and now its time for you to get bred." Without any hesitation Eric replied “Fuckin’ do it. Poz me up.” With that, Mark shoved his cock back into Eric’s hole, making sure to go at an angle and dig his cock into the walls of Eric’s chute. As if possessed, Mark started to pound Eric rougher than he ever had. He used all of the tricks he learned from the past few months of breeding several bug chasers he had fucked and converted. The bed was rocking from the force of Mark’s thrusts. Both of them were moaning and grunting in the sheer ecstasy of the moment. Sweat was dripping off his body onto Eric’s own sweaty body. At one point, Mark flipped Eric onto his stomach and then pulled him up onto all fours. Standing up, he shoved in three fingers into Eric’s gaping hole and roughly twisted them, scratching with his fingernails as he turned his wrist back and forth. Eric whimpered at the pain from Mark’s preparation. Mark quickly replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock. He knew he was close to shooting his poz seed into his boyfriend. Leaning forward Mark’s head was next to Eric’s ear. Eric could feel the heavy breaths on his neck as Mark feverishly thrust his cock in and out of Eric’s ravaged hole. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Mark drove his cock in deep and held it there whispering “I love you” into Eric’s ear as his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of toxic cum pumped into Eric’s gut. Mark just moaned as the cum kept shooting. He couldn’t remember ever shooting that much cum before. Marks body was pressed on Eric’s back while his cock unloaded the virus laden cum deep inside. As the pulses of cum subsided, Mark slowly started to thrust back in and out, pushing the cum around and deeper into Eric. A few minutes later his cock started to soften and Mark slowly pulled out telling Eric “Stay right there.” Mark jumped off the bed and went to the toy drawer in the dresser and pulled out a steel butt plug. Jumping back on the bed, he pressed the cold steel to Eric’s puffy hole and pushed it in until he felt the familiar pop as Eric’s hole sucked the plug the rest of the way in. Moving around to the side of the bed, he fed his dripping cock to Eric who quickly licked and sucked it clean. Once he had finished, Mark laid down in the bed, covered in sweat, cum and spit. Eric curled up next to him and kissed him one more time whispering “Thank you” as they both quickly fell asleep.

1. It started at a New Year's Eve party. It was the last day of 1995, heading into 1996. Outside, in the nation, a culture war was raging, and it felt like sometimes we were losing. Inside, all of us young gay men were terrified. AIDS was everywhere, and there was still no cure, no treatment, and most of all, no hope. We all had gotten the religion of safer sex, of relentlessly using condoms. We were all good boys, and used them every single time. Except, of course, when we didn't. When we were too drunk. Too high. Too enamored of our partner. In the run up to midnight, we were playing a drinking game. Our host was reading a list of activities. Every time he read one that we had done, we drank. Sometimes, we would nervously look around, seeing who else dared to drink, like when he read "had sex without a condom." Other times, there was a raucous cheer and we all drank, like when he said, "Got a blow job." At the end of the game, all of us were drunk to one degree or another. That was when Jeff came up to me. We were casual acquaintances. We would say hello in the bar, and see each other at parties. But we had never really talked. "I saw you drank when Shawn asked if you had sex without a condom," he said. "Yeah," I nodded. "And when he asked about sex with a poz guy." "Yeah," I said again. "Same guy?" he asked, an evil smile on his face. "No," I said. "Of course not." "Ahh, too bad." But, before I could say another word, someone lurched between us, and started to talk to Jeff. I'm not sure it mattered. The seed had planted in my mind, and it started to take root. To get fucked raw by a poz guy. To do something so utterly reckless and stupid. To utterly stop worrying about consequences of my actions. I didn't remember much about the rest of the evening, other than that ill-advised and imprudent idea. Like the deadly virus all around me, it festered and slowly grew. I had discovered the Internet, and had discovered there was a word for it. Barebacking. It seemed both completely wrong and scarily hot. I discovered there were groups of men who gathered to enjoy skin-on-skin contact and exchanging fluids. I discovered that some of them would welcome negative guys into their circle, infecting them in a dark and depraved orgy of raw fucking. Last, but not least, I discovered that my acquaintance Jeff was a member in one of these clubs. He encouraged me to learn more about the club and more about the virus. He introduced me to other members of the club, and I heard their stories. Most of all, Jeff gave me permission to fantasize about joining their private club. "It's ok," he would message me on AOL. "It's just a fantasy when you are jerking off. It's no more real than the frat brothers fucking in porn." Those were the nights I came the hardest. Thick ropes of cum would cover my chest and I was disappointed they did not burn with the virus. Online, I would exchange messages with the other guys in the club. They talked about how good it felt to fuck raw and how relieved they were that they weren't frightened anymore. They encouraged my fantasies as well and told me I should visit their club one night. It was Jeff who finally extended the formal invitation. They wanted to have a party in my honor. "Summer Solstice. Friday, June 21st. We'll all spend the weekend having fun," he said. "Just be ready for the ritual," he continued, a hint of mystery in his voice. He told me the address and said I should be there at 8PM sharp. On the appointed Friday, time seemed to stand still. I had been planning to leave work early, have a drink and relax before the party. But instead, I had a last minute fire to fight, and I barely had enough time to shower and get dressed before I had to rush out the door. The address led me through the old industrial part of town, to an anonymous warehouse. There were several cars out front, parked on what I hoped was an abandoned railway spur. I parked next to them. There was a single bare bulb over the door, providing just enough light to read the number on the door. 2718, it read, the same address that Jeff had given me. I knocked on the door, wondering what I was to do next. The door opened; it was darker inside than outside. "Yes?" a man asked from within. "I'm Tim," I said. "Jeff said to come here." "Right. You're the initiate." "Yeah," I said. "Come in." The door opened a bit further, but it was still dark. I stepped inside, and hoped that my eyes would soon adjust. Black curtains, hung from the high ceilings, marked off the entry area and there were two large candles burning on iron stands. Mixed with the smell of the candles were the hints of sex. I could smell the sweat, a bit of lube, and the promise of cum. In the background, there was a low prayer-like chant droning on. The door behind me closed, and I began to see more details. The man who had let me in was about my height, maybe 6'4", with a muscular, hairy chest. He was almost naked, wearing a pair of black combat boots, and a black leather mask that exposed only his mouth and two holes for his eyes. "Strip down," he said. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and removed my shorts. "All the way," he said, nodding at my underwear. His cock was hanging down, thick but still mostly limp. I took off my underwear, and stood in front of him, completely naked. He knew my name but I knew almost nothing about him. In addition, he had slightly more clothes than I did, plus the relative anonymity the mask afforded him made me feel even more vulnerable. "Follow me," he said, turning around, and walking slowly deeper into the warehouse. His ass was firm and muscular, and I wondered how it would feel to slide my raw cock into him. He parted the curtains; the next room seemed to have a bit more light. "Come," he said. I followed his lead, and walked through the curtains. The room was much bigger, but the light was just an illusion; there was a candle right where we entered. It took me a moment to take everything in. Painted in white in the middle of the room was a white circle, a pentagram inscribed inside it. At each of the five points, there was a heavy steel column with a candle flickering. Around the perimeter of the circle were men, all with various black leather masks on. Some masks covered only their eyes, while others covered most of their faces. At the head of the pentagram, one man stood alone, a pair of black boots and a leather executioner's hood. In front of him, right at the center of the pentagram, was a wooden fuck bench with thick leather straps hanging off. Even with the heavy hood on, I could tell he was watching my every move. Like a wolf tracking his prey. He shifted his weight and a heavy steel axe glinted in the candlelight. I shivered. It was not clear if this was an initiation or something much more dangerous. "My Father," the man who had led me in said, "I bring the Initiate." He left me at the base of the pentagram, the fuck bench the only thing between me and the man in the executioner's hood. I could barely keep my eyes off of the man in front of me. His uncut cock was sticking up, erect and hard. Even hard, the foreskin covered the head, making him seem even more like a wild animal, barely tamed. "Welcome to the temple of the Dark Lord," he said. I was still looking around, trying to take in the entire scene. It was a scene from one of the darkest stories I had read. A Church to Sex, dedicated to a malevolent and dirty God, charged with the task of spreading their disease. My cock began to twitch at the thought. "Thank-you," I said. "You may call me Sir," he said. In the flickering candles, I could only just see his mouth move. His eyes were dark, unfeeling pits of blackness. "Thank you Sir." "You are the Initiate, correct?" "Yes Sir, I am." "You know why you are here, right, Initiate?" "I do, Sir." "You are ready to give your body to the Dark Lord? To let him rule you?" "I am, Sir." I knew what was going to happen. These men were all going to fuck me. They were going to fuck me raw, and shoot their seed in me. From the looks of the men arrayed around the room, at least a few of them were full-blown. The rest, no doubt, had the Dark Lord's virus pumping through their veins. It would require divine intervention from a much better God for me not to get infected this evening. "Are you ready to die for him?" The Dark Lord's virus was both fatal and incurable. I would be pumped full of it by the horny men surrounding me. I would be infected, which meant I would die. "I am. Sir." "Good. I will be your executioner tonight. Do you accept my authority?" "I do, Sir." "Do you give me your body to do as the Dark Lord wishes?" "I do Sir. To the death." "And you will die from tonight's ordeal," he said. His cock twitched and a bead of pre-cum appeared on his slit. The twisted fuck was enjoying this. I had to admit I was as well. Hot men surrounded me, each of them ready to fuck me raw and pump me full of their jizz. By the end of the weekend, I would be dripping with sperm. "Death in the service of the Dark Lord is an honor, sir." "Good. For the rest of the ritual, you will not have a name. You will be known only as the Sacrifice." He made it sound evil and dirty. My cock was nearly erect. This was worse than any dark jerk off fantasy I had ever had and better than more favorite porn. He turned to a man standing to his right, shifting the axe to his other hand. "Acolyte?" my executioner said. "Yes, Sir?" the new man asked. I hadn't recognized any of the men; with their heads hidden under the masks and hoods, it was impossible to see any of the critical details. But, once I had heard his voice, I knew who it was. It was Jeff. "Has the method of execution been selected?" "It has Father." "And what is the decision of the Black Cabal in how to dispose of Sacrifice?" "Anally injected death sentence. AIDS." Jeff stared at me, smiling. "It shall be carried out every week until the sacrifice is infected." "AIDS it was, AIDS it is and AIDS it will be." my executioner confirmed. "The Dark Lord rejoices in his virus. Did the sacrifice hear his sentence?" he asked me. "I did," I said. I still couldn't keep my eyes off of his cock. It was seemingly even more erect than earlier and still, the head was covered by foreskin. "I did. And, my Executioner, I accept the decision of the Dark Lord's darkest minions." "The Sacrifice will assume the position on the altar." He motioned for me to get on the fuck bench. I climbed on to the wooden bench. It was solid, barely even moving as I rested my weight against the cool leather pads. I adjusted myself, feeling my cock throb underneath me. As the thick straps brushed against my legs and arms, I felt the first pangs of fear. Until now, it had been just play. It wasn't real. From the left and the right, two men stepped forward from the ranks, and adjusted the straps. First, they did my thighs, then my arms. I tested them, but the leather straps were tight and strong. I was totally naked, strapped into place, unable to move, and totally powerless to defend myself from perverted desires of the men surrounding me. The ritual may have been a bit dramatic and over-wrought, but there was a core of truth to it. I had agreed to be infected with a deadly disease, and, eventually, when I was on my deathbed, I would be able to trace it back to this night. As the reality of what I had started hit me, the room seemed to swallow me up. I could feel every stray draft across my skin. I could hear every slight shift in weight from the men around me. And most of all, I could smell them. Their masculine sweat was the dominant smell, but there was the hint of metallic tang from the pre-cum starting to drip from their erections. I wanted to slow it all down and think it through again. I had jerked off to every imaginable permutation and combination of getting infected, except for the actual reality itself. Now, faced with the harrowing reality of getting infected, I was having second thoughts. Once more, I pulled against the straps, but there was no more play than the first time. I was tied down and there was no chance of mercy from these men. Oblivious to my mounting fears and growing doubts, the man I now thought of as my executioner turned to his left side. Another man stood there, again, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a black mask around his eyes. "My acolyte, has the cabal granted any relief for the ordeal?" "They have my Father. The sacrifice is allowed an emollient to begin. And with your blessing, he may enjoy the Dark Lord's glass cock." "The sacrifice is lucky," the executioner said. "Do you have the emollient?" "I do, my Father." "Then prepare the Sacrifice," he said. The man stepped forward from where he stood by the executioner, leaned down and extracted a thick tube from his boots. He walked towards me, and I could see it was a syringe, just lacking a needle. It was filled with an opaque white fluid. "We anoint the sacrifice with the semen of the Dark Lord." The man took up a position behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body against my skin. "This will hurt," he grunted. Before I could even fully process what he had said, he stuck his gloved hand into my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and exposing my hole. He pushed the syringe into my anus, forcing it deep within me. The sharp plastic edges hurt as it penetrated, but it was only for a moment. He pressed down, and there was a cool sensation in my gut. "Should be good," he grunted again, and pulled it out. He rubbed my hole for a few seconds, getting it to close up. "It will take a few minutes for the Dark Lord's semen to take effect," the executioner said. The gloved man stepped back from behind me and resumed his position next to the executioner. "Congregation, are you ready to begin?" the executioner asked. "We are," the men surrounding me answered. He turned back to Jeff. "Acolyte, are you ready?" "I am, my father," Jeff answered. He grabbed his erection and shook it. "Take the position," he told Jeff. Jeff stepped away from his place by the executioner, and walked behind me. He rubbed his cock against my crack. Between a bit of the semen from the syringe and the pre-cum on his cock, there was just enough lube for his shaft to slide back and forth. Like a torpedo to its target, his cock quickly found my hole. He paused and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for allowing me to start the sacrifice in your honor." Jeff called out in a clear, loud voice, loud enough for the entire room to hear. "Hail Lucifer," the men replied. The response came from every side of the pentagram, enveloping me in the raucous joy of the men ready for the chance to breed me. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for your minions who have infected me." "Hail Lucifer," the response rose again from the men. Thank you Dark Lord, for the drugs that make me not care." "Hail Lucifer," came from the assembled men again. "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the opportunity to further your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Thank you, Dark Lord, for the pleasure of converting the sacrifice to your cause." "Hail Lucifer" "Acolyte, you may begin the insemination," the Executioner said. "Thank you Sir," Jeff said. His cock was still resting against my hole, hard and dripping precum. "It will be my pleasure." His cockhead was primed and ready, but not yet in me. He pressed, and suddenly, the tip of his dick was inside me. It hurt, but only just a bit. He pressed again and his entire shaft was inside me. It hurt but at the same time, in that second of pain, I suddenly knew more about Jeff than months of casual conversation. I understood his anger at the boyfriend who had betrayed him and infected him. I knew about his shame and fear of being treated as a diseased pariah. I grasped his contentment of finding a community that accepted him. Most of all, I felt his ecstatic pleasure at being inside me. His cock was a hard, raw shaft buried inside of my body. He was dripping his infected pre-cum into me. The pain I felt from his hard cock penetrating my body was nothing. I could not deny Jeff his pleasure, his feeling of raw power over me just for the pain and discomfort he was putting me through. My agony was the very tiniest of offerings I could give to the Dark Lord. Jeff paused a moment with his balls pressed hard against my ass. His cock throbbed, and a bit of pre-cum leaked out. He grabbed my waist. It was more to give him some leverage; I was still secured to the fuck bench. No matter how hard Jeff pounded my ass, I would not be moving. I tensed, ready for his next move. "Oh fuck," he grunted in pleasure. "So tight," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, so that just his head was still inside my hole. It was no longer the full length and width of his erection inside of me, but I still wasn't able to relax. "Be still," he murmured. "Open up for me. Open up and let the Dark Lord take over your body." Jeff paused for a moment, and then spoke again, louder this time. "May he?" he asked to the executioner. I looked up at the naked man. He was still this perfect specimen of masculinity, his body nearly all muscle, his chest covered with a light dusting of light brown hair flecked with grey. He nodded ever so slightly. I wondered if I had even seen it or if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me in the flickering candlelight. But, a young man walked out from among the gathered men, directly to me. He was different from the other men. For one, he was younger, maybe only barely twenty years old. It was easy to tell because he was not wearing a mask and his cock was imprisoned in a steel chastity cage. He was wearing sneakers as well; the overall impression was of a young man, still not sure of himself. In his hand, he had a familiar small brown bottle. "You'll want this," he said. He opened the bottle and held it under my nose. "Lucky," he murmured as I sniffed from the poppers. I inhaled deeply, letting the chemical fill my lungs. I held it long enough for the familiar warm waves of happiness to start to wash over my body. My entire body relaxed. Jeff could feel the change, and pressed his shaft back into me. "Let me in," Jeff said, pushing another inch of his hard shaft into my raw hole. This time, it did not hurt as much. There was still the warm, burning sensation in my hole, but the sharp pains had disappeared. Jeff's cock now felt like it belonged inside of me. As the poppers flooded my brain, I wanted more than just a few inches of Jeff's shaft in me. I wanted all of him. I wanted every man in the room to fuck me and fill me with his seed. I had never felt a hunger like this before. I tried to push back against Jeff's cock, but the leather straps held me in place. They were now a cruel joke. I had always known they were there to hold me in place and to keep me from running away from the assembled men. But, instead, they were keeping me from running towards my desires and dreams. "Calm down," Jeff said. "You'll get far more than you'll need." His cock slid the rest of the way into me and his balls slapped against my ass. Even as big as his cock was, it was still not enough for me. I looked around, craving each man's load. "The spirit of the Dark Lord is here," Jeff announced to the gathered men. There was a murmur of approval from the men. "The sacrifice can feel his hunger." I couldn't explain it, but Jeff was right. The hunger was consuming me, and the only way it could be satiated was from these men fucking me. Jeff pulled out, and slammed back into me. If it were not for the Dark Lord's influence, it would have been an excruciating experience. But instead, it felt completely natural and appropriate. As Jeff started to fuck me harder, the assembled men started to respond to the fucking. "Breed him," they said, there words punctuated by another forceful thrust from Jeff. "Convert him," they continued. Jeff's pace was picking up, and I wondered how far he was from cumming. In any other situation, I would have been terrified by what was happening. An HIV-positive man was fucking me raw, and was on the verge of cumming in me. "Infect him," the crowd called out. The poppers were strong; even a few minutes later, I was still flying and was craving more poppers, more cock, and most of all, a load in my raw hole. "Fuck him," the crowd called out. Suddenly, the executioner dropped his axe. The heavy iron head hit the ground with a loud thud; I could feel the vibration travel up the fuck bench and hit me in the chest. The crowd grew silent. The only sounds were Jeff's short, sharp breaths announcing just how close to orgasm he was. "It is time," the executioner said. "Kill him." The command pushed Jeff over the edge. "Take my load," he grunted as his cock slammed into my hole. The first warm jet of spooge of his orgasm simultaneously landed deep inside of me. "Take my dirty cum," he moaned, as another jet shot from his cock into my unprotected hole. As his cum filled my hole, I knew there was truly no going back. I had crossed the Rubicon. The die had been cast. I had taken infected cum. I'm sure I had done it before, in a moment of weakness, when I let a random stranger from the bar fuck me. But this time, it was different. I had known exactly who Jeff was. I had known exactly how dangerous it would be to have sex with him. And far from being scared, all I could think about was the next man who would cum in me. His cock would be thick and hard, dripping infected pre-cum, and I would beg for it. I looked up to see the executioner. He was still standing in front of me and his cock was just as hard as ever. Precum was dripping from the head and down his foreskin. "The execution has begun," he said. "Bring out the spice. Satiate your hungers with our willing sacrifice. And let our Dark Lord feed off your perverted and depraved pleasures." "Hail Lucifer," the assembled crowd of men replied, as they moved forward, into the pentagram that I was the center of. "Hail the Dark Lord."

Rape-breeding. But I repeat myself.

Please block me as well from all of it

I'm a son who has had his dick sucked by his dad, but I was 30 at the time so I could give full understanding consent. I wanted to suck my dads cock at a much younger age.

Part 4 - Beyond The Gates Friday morning Conrad walked up to the manor reading the text from Max that that included Harry's mobile number, he was embarrassed finding out that Max knew as well but it came as no surprise. Conrad kept going over the message and how it looked like he had broken Harry's heart, pathetic he thought affording himself a little smile the guy doesn't even know me. His mind elsewhere excited as Saturday Charlie was coming home for a couple of days, he was still racked by guilt over the way he tried to beat Conrad up and wanted to take him out for dinner. By the time he reached the gate Conrad couldn't bring himself to contact to Harry in case he thought it was a sign of interest, no matter how cute and sexy the guy is it was a step to far. He stopped himself thinking but what if he always had that outlook and never took that step. Conrad reached the greenhouse just as Simon was leaving in a hurry back to the manor. Harry walked over and kissed Jack on the cheek making Jack chuckle. "Your getting way to familiar" Jack said kissing him back on the cheek "you found your gay side yet?". Conrad smirked and sat down "Don't know" he replied "you are the only man I have kissed". "Right we have lots to do outside" Jack said gathering tools "come on pretty boy no time to sit". Conrad stood "Why all the urgency?" he asked. "Simon has guests coming Saturday until Sunday" Jack replied "got to tidy up around the pool". "This is slave labour you know" Conrad said taking his t-shirt off. Jack shook his head "Nice body" he laughed "anyway you will have to make yourself scarce for the weekend". "You mean I can't come up here?" Conrad asked looking sad. Jack pushed him out the door "You can come here just not the manor or terraces and don't be seen". They arrived on to the pool terrace and started tidying up the flowerpots and hedges making everything look presentable and perfect. The August sunshine and heat making it hard going for both of them. Simon stood at the study window watching them both hard at work in the heat and finishing his phone call. He walked over to his desk and put some money in an envelope then headed to the kitchen and grabbed some cold sodas from the fridge for Jack and Conrad. "You both look hot" Simon said then laughed more to himself "here cold drinks" he said handing them each a can. "Thanks" Conrad said opening the can and sitting on the ground. Simon handed him the envelope "A little something to say thank you for your work Conrad". "You don't need to Simon" Conrad said holding the envelope up. Simon smiled "Yes I do, can't expect you do all this work for nothing". Conrad put the envelope in his pocket "I will keep away this weekend" he said sipping the soda. "Don't be silly you can use the greenhouse but keep clear of the gardens and terrace" Simon replied. Conrad was going to stay away from the manor until Jack said they needed to graft some more plants on Saturday morning. Conrad tried all Saturday morning to get out of Jack what was going on but guessed it must be some sort of party overhearing that two helicopters would be arriving around lunchtime to drop people off in the grassy meadow at the bottom of the grounds that doubled up as a helipad every now and then. Harry arrived at the bar and Moham appeared within minutes dead on time to pick him up. Nodding in approval at how he was dressed in a smart trousers and shirt. They drove towards Chelsea then across the Thames arriving at the heliport within a few minutes. Harry stepped out of the limousine and looked at the shiny black helicopter waiting, Moham gestured for him to follow. Harry nearly wet himself in excitement approaching the large beast with the passenger door held open for them, strapped in the door was closed. They lifted off and banked over the Thames heading west following the river for several minutes before turning south west over the sprawling suburbs of London and in to the countryside. "First time in a helicopter?" Moham suddenly asked Harry. "Yes" Harry nodded "where are going?" he asked looked out the window. "Hampshire" Moham replied "another 25 minutes and we will be there". Harry nodded "Am I spending it with you?" he asked. "Maybe" Moham replied looking at him "depends who bids the most for you" he said smiling. Harry looked confusingly at Moham who explained that after dinner the group of men would bid on each guest they brought along in a silent auction and they would remain with the man until Sunday morning. Harry asked more questions and which Moham happily answered, it was the longest conversation he had ever had with him. He explained that it was purely sexual indulgence and companionship for wealthy men who could not be seen enjoying sex with other men. Harry found he liked talking with the mysterious Arab of few words and it helped him feel more at ease with Moham. Harry looked at Moham "The other night" he said unable to know what to say "thank you". Moham looked at him curiously "For what?" he asked. "You know, letting me enjoy sex with you" Harry said bumbling his words a little. Moham smiled "I needed to enjoy myself rather than just release my load" he replied. Harry nodded and looked out of the window "I actually enjoyed you sexing me" Moham said. "Same here" Harry replied turning to Moham "I mean well you know what I mean" he said embarrassed a little. "Don't read anything in to it Harry" Mohan said looking at him "I am married and have children". "Of course" Harry said "but maybe we can do it like again sometime?" he asked. Moham chuckled "Maybe" he simply replied, in truth Moham was getting to like Harry. "So will you be bidding on me?" Harry asked making Moham laugh. "Of course" Moham replied "I may not win but don't worry you will still make a lot of money". Harry looked at him "More than the other night?" he asked noticing the helicopter descending. Moham smiled "Ah yes you get 50% of the winning bid as a thank you" he said. Harry sat there dumbstruck for a moment "Invites like this are very, very rare Harry" Moham told him. "I am not surprised" Harry replied "thank you for inviting me". Moham looked out of the window "So what is it with you and this other blond guy?" he asked. "Conrad. I just don't know" he replied "I think I fell in love with someone I don't know" Harry said looking at Moham. Moham laughed "The straight guy who is not so straight after I finished with him" he said smiling. "I mistook his twin brother for him and dobbed him in it big time" Harry said shaking his head. Moham chuckled "Now that is the funniest thing I have heard in a long time" he said. "It is not funny" Harry said looking serious but laughed realising how funny it really. Harry knew that it probably wasn't that funny for Conrad being the person who would have to explain things he didn't think he would ever need to. Conrad heard a helicopter approaching and peered out in to the garden before Jack pulled him back reminding him to be discreet. Harry and Moham walked across the lawn to meet Simon, Harry could hardly believe his eyes looking at the toned body of this man and immediately put him on his secret to do list. Simon saw a very wild charm in Harry and knew who he was going to bid hard for him tonight. Conrad watched the helicopter rising above the trees and flying off whilst he packed his books away and said good bye to Jack and that he would pop in at lunchtime tomorrow to finish off. Walking around the side of the manor to the gates he quickly hid behind the wall as a limousine arrived then darted out of the gate. Completely oblivious that Harry was only meters away from him. There were 10 at the table for dinner, 5 wealthy men and 5 not so wealthy hot men ranging from Harry's 19 or known as 'E' to Greg's 26 known as 'A', no names were allowed to be known amongst the group. The rules were each man had one bid on each guy, minimum bid was £10k and maximum £100k. Jack as usual would oversee the bidding and would then take each guy to the winning mans bedroom at 10pm. The bids could only be made in increments of £10k a go, in the event of a tied bid the guy they were bidding on would choose a name out of a bag and hand it to Jack without reading it. The men left the dining room and went to the study to place their bids having got to know each of the guys around the table over dinner. Harry seemed to be the only nervous one there plus the youngest. Jack looked at the bids and sure enough 'E' had three bids of £100k each, he took the bid notes and put them in a black bag and called 'E' out of the lounge. Harry picked one bid note out of the bag and was tempted to read it but handed it to Jack. Jack looked at Harry and winked "Three high bids for you" he said smirking. Harry laughed "Did you bid on me?" he asked "I would love to be in bed with you". Jack smiled "No I don't bid, but maybe you leave me your number before you go" he said. No one knew the results and the men headed up to their rooms. Several minutes later Jack took Harry out of the lounge and up the staircase opening the double doors to the master suite. Simon laid there on the bed propped up waiting then drew the biggest smile on his face seeing Harry walk through the doors. Jack closed the doors behind him leaving Simon and Harry alone, poor kid he thought to himself grinning. Harry couldn't have been happier seeing the man entirely naked on the bed, shedding his clothes quickly he hopped on the bed standing either side of Simon's body looking down at him and rubbing his cock. Simon laid back looking up at the young body enjoying the little tease show. Simon moaned loudly feeling Harry's foot playing with his balls and hardening cock 'come down here' he commanded. Harry lowered himself down and instantly locked lips with him kissing frantically and wildly, rolling around on the bed. He sat on top of Simon running his hands up along the muscular chest and hair. Yeah he thought to himself, Moham would have been a comfort but too painful to enjoy but this he could handle and was looking forward to enjoying sex with him. Simon flipped Harry on to his stomach laying on top of him grinding his cock up against Harry's hole 'Time for some real fun' he said between kisses on the back of Harry's neck, slowly he moved lower and lower down the back and the peachy coloured firm young buttocks. His tongue slipping between the arse cheeks on a treasure hunt, Harry moaned feeling the tongue hitting the spot. Simon was driven wild lashing his tongue out of the young hole knowing full well he intended on breeding the boy up good. Pulling Harry up on his knees and reaching between the perfectly formed thighs Simon found Harry's cock, it was hard and throbbing already leaking precum under the foreskin. Gently massaging the cock hearing Harry moan in pleasure Simon continued lapping at the beautiful hole, slowly he slid a single finger into the moistened hole that clamped around it the further he worked it in. Harry made little pleasing moans and groans feeling a second finger teasing his hole open wider. Simon's dick throbbed so much it hurt 'You want to me fuck you?" he asked and Harry nodded mumbling 'Yes, fuck me' before moaning louder the deeper his fingers penetrated him. Simon kneeled up pressing the broad tip of his uncut cock against the spit moistened hole, he prodded and teased listening to the sweet moans Harry made. He was about to go in rubbing harder against the hole 'Condom' Harry called out pointing the bedside table where packets of lube and condom sat. Impatiently he leaned over and picked up a condom and several packets of lube, well versed in this situations he knew what to do. Fighting the urge to hold Harry down and take him anyway, the last thing he wanted to do was frighten the young lad off. Tearing open the packet he rolled the condom down over his toxic pre-cum covered head and shaft. Opening the lube he liberally applied it to Harry's hole working it in with his finger quite roughly that he seemed to enjoy. Simon lined up to his arsehole and pushed hard forcing his way partly in ignoring Harry's yelp and initial discomfort. He was caught by surprise with the force of the mans penetration trying to relax his arse. Grabbing Harry's hips he pushed all the way in to the hilt finishing off with several rough thrusts then resting balls-deep and looking at the quaint arse stretched around his cock. Inching forward and forcing Harry down he laid on top pinning him on the bed and grinding his hips, he loved hearing the pleasing moans and revelled how the hole gripped and clenched tight against his cock. He kissed Harry's neck feeling him squirming in delight under his body. Slowly drawing his hips back until only the tip of his cock remained in him he let gravity take over knocking the air out of Harry mid moan pushing up to the hilt harder this time. Unsure if he was in agony or pleasure, Simon's body weight prevented him moving. His hips began bouncing off Harry's arse forcing his legs to spread wider in response, his cock ploughed with wet slapping sounds. Harry raised his head delirious from pleasure 'fuck me' he pleaded like a desperate sex starved person. His fingers grabbing Harry by the back of his neck holding him down he pounded hard and fast, the clenching around his cock coming and going in spasms as it loosened up to the relentless pounding tearing away at his arse. The needy groans driving Simon into thoroughly fucking the lad giving him a taste of what was to come. Slowing down Simon kneeled and pulled Harry with him back to his knees, his head buried in the pillow wallowing in enjoyment. He looked down to where his condom covered cock was pummelling at the hole, close to coming he needed to rip the condom off and really get going and enjoy himself. He moved in to slow long strokes letting the lad savour and enjoy the full length and girth albeit restrained by the latex covering. He continued moaning and pushing his arse back on to Simon's cock, the lad was so needy and ready. Adding a slap to his left arse cheek Harry arched his back and squealed in delight. His hands still gripping on to the hips he began to pull all the way out then plunge back in roughly, Harry pounded the bed grunting and moaning loudly. Repeating over and over adding a slap to alternative arse cheeks and teasing Harry's hole keeping him guessing as to what was coming next. Pulling out his hand gripped the base of his cock slapping the head hard against the winking hole, the ring now bright pink and starting to gape inviting him in. Simon groaned plunging back in pulling Harry back spearing him deeper. Harry threw down all his defensives rendering himself in to a full fuck slut begging to be fucked. Hearing him beg for his cock just made Simon harder slipping out of the needy hole. The hole seemed to pulse with each heartbeat and he couldn't resist the temptation any longer grinding the head against bright pink hole he needed to feel he real sensation of the this lads arse around his cock. Slapping him again he plunged deep in to the needy slut moaning out loud and pressing his face harder against the pillow to muffle his own sounds. Pulling out and hooking the thumb of his free hand under the band of the condom he gave another slap to disguise the snap of the condom being ripped off in one swift movement then dropping it to the floor. Quickly plunging back in and giving his arse another slap to distract any noticeable change he may have felt in his arse. Already the toxic pre-cum rubbed against his anal wall, Simon groaned grinding his bare cock in the arse and moving in several long strokes he looked at the stretched hole lovingly surrounding his naked cock and slapping each arse cheek for good measure. He was waiting for Harry to beg him to fuck him and teased his arse with several hard thrusts then long strokes, he didn't need to wait for long for Harry to raise his head 'Please fuck me' he cried out 'fuck me' he said over and over. Simon grinned behind him 'Want me to breed your arse?' he asked thrusting in balls-deep 'Oh god yes breed me, fuck me' Harry desperately urged. Not needing any more invitation Simon repositioned his hips leaking more toxic pre-cum and using his weight to drive in deep forcing Harry back on to his stomach. Clamping his legs open by hooking his feet under Harry's legs Simon was deep inside there was no bouncing this time. His hips moved up and down rapidly grinding and fucking away deep in his arse. Completely unaware he had given the man permission to breed him, he was so far gone through his own need to get fucked and enjoy the moment. Simon switched in to breeding mode he wanted to take this lad and give him his DNA and toxic load that had been building in his balls, he didn't care if he was neg or poz but guessed he was neg when asking him to wear a condom. He had him pinned down and begging to be fucked that was all he needed. He was trying not to think that he was stealthing him knowing that would make him blow his load to quickly, instead he focused back to Harry leaning forward and kissing him. Sweat trickled down his back fucking Harry as hard as he could, his hands gripping his shoulders tighter with each thrust burying his poz cock deeper. Harry moaned in to the pillow loving each thrust and every minute of this mans sex, the smell of his sweat assaulting his nostrils like a drug. Harry moaned louder feeling his cock pulsing out of nowhere and firing his load in to the sheet under him. His hole suddenly squeezed down hard in a series of contractions his body shuddered and bucked up against Simon's cock. The heightened stimulation against his cock sent him over, rearing up growling then grunting in pleasure he gave several more thrusts pushing against the constricting hole. Trapping the lad underneath Simon began to ejaculate his toxic seed deep inside painting the neg hole, each bucking down indicating another volley of cum saturating the lads arse. Moaning in sheer pleasure Simon ground his cock in the lads hole ensuring a proper breeding took place. Both their bodies relaxing and catching their breath Simon kissed Harry's neck and slowly pulled his cock out, the lad let out a pleasured long moan. Rolling on this back he pulled Harry to him kissing and holding, he was totally unaware that this man had stealthed him. Harry looked at the clock it had gone midnight already and Simon turned the light out keeping Harry close they fell asleep. Conrad looked at the message again from Max, still undecided he turned the phone off and put in his bedside table along with the herbology book he was reading when the envelope slipped out of the book, he opened it and found £500 inside and a little thank you note from Simon for his work. Smiling Harry turned the light off he slept uneasy with Harry in his head, finally around 5am he managed to fall asleep properly. Simon was first awake and slipped out of bed removing the spent condom off the floor and using the bathroom, when he returned Harry was half awake and horny. He took advantage kissing him neck and slipping on top and effortlessly gliding his raw cock inside the soft supple arse. Harry made no protest and pushed up urging Simon to fuck him, slowly Simon took his time allowing his toxic pre-cum to do all the work this time. After an hour of teasingly fucking the lad he reached orgasm letting the first pulse of his toxic seed deposit inside before pulling his cock out shooting the rest over Harry's arse. He giggled and laid there a few minutes before Simon told him to go and shower. Harry stood in the large shower letting the water cascade all over him and thinking about the sex last night. The man certainly had technique, something that he lacked in the sex department. Spending the night with this man brought home the reality that he was lonely for a lovers companionship. Deciding there and then he needed to find a boyfriend and give up trawling the streets around the bar. Certain it was the closeness he felt with the man falling asleep in his arms like lovers would do, that was where he wanted to be in life. To love. To be loved. The people he already knew only wanted to bend over or stick their dick in then go. The feeling of being lost in life and getting hooked on quick fucks for pennies was ruling over him and it had to end. Drying off and getting dressed in shorts and t-shirt that he packed in his ruck sack, Harry walked out in to the bedroom and Simon took him along the landing. He stopped by one of the windows near the staircase and looked out along the perfectly kept road and houses. "What a lovely road to live in" Harry said to Simon who stopped and joined in "everything is so clean". Simon nodded "Hibiscus Drive" he said "and this is Hibiscus Manor". "I live in a nice house, nothing compared to this or those" Harry said looking at number 10 and 8. Simon could tell he was well spoken and educated and actually liked the lad "Come on breakfast" he said. Harry turned to walk down the stairs at the same time Conrad walked out of number 8 on to the road towards the manor. He knew Jack wouldn't be around until midday so he had an hour to look at the kitchen garden he was creating round the side of the greenhouse. He saw a BMW X5 leaving the manor with blacked out windows on his walk and figured that guests must be departing, he waited until the coast was clear and discreetly walked around the side of the manor hiding in the greenhouse out of view. Moham received a phone call at 11.30am that was business and he needed to take care of it before getting in the helicopter. Simon took Harry to the study and got him to enter his bank details in to a screen to transfer the money over, forgetting about the reward as it was called he still had no idea how much the payment was. Simon explained that the money would be in his account by morning, apart from the silent auction no one said anything about money so he took their lead and kept quiet. Harry waited around in the lounge getting bored, after around fifteen minutes he walked out of the bi-fold doors on to the terrace watching the helicopter approaching then landing at the far end of the gardens well away from the flower beds. "Moham needs another half an hour" Simon said standing at the doors watching Harry. "Thanks" Harry replied "beautiful view from here" he said looking at the numerous flower beds. Simon stood by him and smiled "I have a great gardener and apprentice so it would appear". Harry nodded "We grow tomatoes in our garden but that is about it" he said. Simon looked at him "I have a feeling you will be back" he said patting Harry's shoulder. "Really?" Harry replied "I enjoyed last night with you makes a change to spend a proper night with a man". Simon chuckled "Yes, I think Jack my gardener fancies you". "Ah right" Harry said smiling "wants my number before I leave" he said looking at Simon. "He will be down at the greenhouse shortly I expect" Simon replied noticing a little hesitancy in Harry. "Take a walk around the gardens to find him, I will let Moham know" Simon said leaving the lounge. Harry stood at the doors thinking about Conrad and looking at his phone, the message from Max said he had given the number to Conrad but there was no sign of him being in touch. Harry walked out and down the stepped terrace passing the flower pots and heavy floral scent they were giving off. He started to wander across the lawn and around the numerous flower beds that were immaculately maintained. Hoping to find Jack amongst the gardens he kept walking around until he ended up at the pool terrace then started back tracking heading down the garden and across to the other side. Jack walked in to the greenhouse and saw Conrad with his headphones in listening to music and potting on some lettuce he was growing ready to put in his new kitchen garden. He took a moment looking at Conrad, he couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Conrad looked right now. It was the beauty of his very placid unshakable nature that he found so enduring. Busy inspecting one of the lettuce plants he was so focused and never heard Jack creeping up behind him. His body jumped a little until Conrad noticed the tattoos on the arms circling around his waist. Conrad smiled and without thinking he turned his head and kissed Jack full on. Quickly moving his head away he took the headphones out. "Sorry I don't know why I did that" Conrad said going a little flushed. Jack smiled cupping his chin bringing it forward he kissed him back "I really don't mind you kissing me". Conrad smiled "It was nothing intentional" he tried to explain. Jack sat down next to him "They are coming on well" he said "so is your gay side" he chuckled. Conrad smiled "Fuck off" he said in a polite manner "finished, better put them out for the day". "Need a hand?" Jack asked standing up. Conrad shook his head "Nah I can manage and I need to weed the kitchen garden I noticed some coming up". Conrad walked out carrying the two trays of lettuces heading around the back of the greenhouse and hedges to the kitchen garden. Jack got his pruning shears out and started sharpening them and looked up seeing 'E' appear from around one of the taller flowering beds. Harry spotted him and walked towards the greenhouse standing just inside the doorway. "This is where you hide then?" Harry asked watching Jack sharpening the shears. "Busted" Jack replied smiling "did you enjoy last night?" he asked. Harry nodded "Yeah he is pretty hot the guy I slept with and had some great sex" he said moving closer. Jack had second thoughts about giving his number in case Simon did the deed "Excellent" he said. Harry felt Jack going all weird and evasive "Well I am just waiting for my ride back" he said walking out. Jack made no attempt to stop him and watched him leave making his way back across the lawn to the house. He felt a little guilty and sorry for him but in Simon's eyes business was business and you don't keep in contact with Simon's victims. Harry saw Moham walking with Simon and Moham's valet who was carrying Harry and Moham's bags. Simon was chatting to Moham and heard the words 'until next time' before bidding good bye to Moham and completely ignored Harry going back to the manor. It was just sex Harry thought to himself and trying not to be upset at being ignored in that way. Conrad pulled the last weed up and heard the helicopter starting up, he walked in to the opening lookingtowards the makeshift helipad. Instantly he thought his eyes were playing tricks and almost dropped the tools he was carrying. He looked hard and immediately knew it was the Arab guy. Rooted to the spot he watched him climb in to the helicopter then the blondish lad stepped in and sat down buckling up his seatbelt looking out the window of the closing door making eye contact with Conrad. Failing to register at first he stumbled trying to undo the seat belt but the engine wound up to quickly and lifted the helicopter off the ground. "Moham tell them to go back" Harry asked pleadingly and disturbing him from his text message. Moahm looked at him "Go back?" he asked but the helicopter was already banking away and gaining height. "Conrad was down there!" Harry exclaimed. Moham just looked at him "Really?" he asked in surprise "sorry but I have to be back in London" he said. Harry looked out the window in desperation but couldn't see the gardens anymore, had he really seen Conrad he began to question himself unsure if it was. The more he thought about it on the flight he was sure that was Conrad, but why was he there he asked himself. Thee problem he now had was he had no clue where in Hampshire they were and knew Moham would not say their exact location. He only had one lead and that was the name of the mansion Hibiscus Manor. Not for the first time he felt his heart being ripped out again by this elusive guy, it was driving insane being unable to actually get to him. He felt physically sick unable to fathom out why he was so drawn to Conrad. Conrad watched the helicopter getting higher and saw the underneath it banking round to the left and disappearing beyond the trees. Seeing Harry again like again was a head scratcher for Conrad, a shock and he didn't quite know what to make of or even if Harry was bothered, he could tell by the expression on Harry's face that he recognised him. Not only that but Moham was with him sending a shiver up his spine at the very close call with recent history. He heeded Jack's advice to remain discreet but he really wanted to and needed to ask Simon. Things though were about to change over the next few weeks for Harry and Conrad would end up being the last thing on his mind except for the odd occasion when reminded about hm.

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