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G straddled the log below me, and gently moved forward until his cock was resting on my own and my balls were smashed against his. Our legs were touching on either side of the log, but only for a moment. He reached down and pulled them up and past him, swinging them up until he was able to press them against my chest. As my ass rose from the movement of my legs, his cock slid down my crack and as I took hold of my legs, G released his hands and in one smooth motion reached down and positioned his cock head right at my opening. He stroked his cock downward, pulling his head completely out of his foreskin and in one fell stroke he hilted himself completely in my ass. I cried out, but realized that after last night's pounding, all the cum that must still be inside me, and the fact that I didn't feel a ton of pain, I realized my audible shout had been more from the surprise of his entry. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Wait, that was me! He had only paused for a moment once he had hilted himself, and then had just begun to relentlessly pound my ass. I was being fucked hard, laying on a downed tree, in the middle of the woods. So much for that promise I had made myself the night before of being a little more composed in my sexual escapades! It had only been a few minutes but I felt G begin to thicken and his balls draw up, and sure enough he soon slammed deep and began to cum. He thrust his pelvis forward, driving his weapon deep into my ass as ribbons of cum joined the lake of semen still in there from Ryan, Drew, and Dirk. At the same time, he arched his upper body backward, his chest thrusting upward as his head fell back. And in that moment, as the fur on his chest parted a bit, I realized the tattoo across his body spelled P-O-Z, with the O in the middle replaced by a biohazard symbol. My ass clamped down, and without touching my cock, my cum began spraying everywhere. Oh my god, I was being fucked by someone who was most likely HIV-positive. How could I have been so stupid??? My cock continued to spurt, and G continued to twitch deep in my ass. As we both came down off our orgasmic highs, his cock still lodged in my ass, my head simply laid on the log staring up at the sky through the trees. I should have ended things there, but as I felt G begin to slowly rock back and forth, thrusting around in my hole, I knew he wasn't done and was fully intending to inseminate me again. And I let him. Slowly he began thrusting more rhythmically, long-dicking my hole as I felt cum oozing around his cock. I was more than sufficiently lubed, even before G had exploded his seed in my ass, but now I was just a sloppy hole for him to plow. I shut my eyes and let him have his way. I couldn't tell exactly, but it was probably a good half-hour before I felt him tense up and his breathing get ragged. And that's when he spoke for the first time since he had kissed me when we initially sat down. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm going to cum again Reid. I've waited so long for an ass this perfect to claim! Oh fuck, you need to take it. Let me change you! Fucking... take... my... POZ... LOAD!!!" And with that, he exploded in my ass again. And I knew in that moment exactly how my life would change forever. He continued to spasm as deep in my hole as he could and I made no effort to stop him; I simply lay there deflated. He was arched back again, and I stole another look at his chest and the P☣Z tattoo on his chest. I also noticed some purple bruises and suddenly my mind began to connect the dots. G was, and I was almost certain the other guys did as well. Those weren't bruises, they were lesions. I had been spending over a week getting fucked raw by men with HIV, no condoms, and tons of cum. I swallowed, and my throat felt raw and scratchy, and that's when I realized I was mostly likely beginning to feel the effects. I closed my eyes again, and a tear slowly slid down my left cheek. As Gerry leaned forward, his orgasm having subsided, he brushed my tear away. "I suppose you didn't expect the sex to be this hot?" he asked. "No," I managed to rasp out. "I didn't expect... this. I didn't expect.... you.... to be..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Poz?" he finished. "Yeah, well I figured when you didn't ask any questions last time, you weren't too concerned. And showing up today with that ass totally full of cum, I was so turned on I just knew I needed to finish what I started." "But, I just wanted sex, I didn't want to get any kind of disease," I protested half-heartedly. After all, how serious could I be? I was still laying there, his STILL-hard cock in my ass. "Well, there's not much you can really do now," G noted. "It's been more than a week since I first fucked you, so there's no point going to the doctor. And truthfully, I'm so fucking toxic I doubt it would have worked anyway." Something in the way he said it, it was almost soothing--if not devilishly evil. His dick twitched in my ass, still hard. He began to slowly pull back. "I... I woke up feeling off, does that mean...?" His dick stopped, and began to slide back in. One stroke, then another, then another. "Yes. As high as my viral load has become, a week is almost certainly--most likely--your conversion period. Shhhh, let me make your ass feel good," he said with a short thrust to bottom out in my hole. What was the point in telling him to stop? If my suspicions--and his--were true, I was converting as we spoke. I felt so hot laying there, the sun still finding a way to bake us through the tree covering--or was that a fever? He began a steady rhythm, his thick cock driving deep into me on every thrust. I could hear the sloshing as my ass leaked cum around his cock. My body was limp, my legs held in place by G as he methodically drove his cock in and out of my hole. He had already cum twice, and as it turned out his third load was the perfect excuse to churn the contents of my colon. He seemed in no hurry to get off again, and occasionally would make a hard thrust deep, or just to one side to let me know he was there. My ass was so sloppy there was little to no resistance. I could just feel his foreskin sliding around as his thrusts exposed the tip of his head inside my ass. I could just picture it swimming in sperm, the slit at the tip closed for now, but working its way to a reason to open. It was about 45 minutes in reality until G began to reach a point of ecstasy. I could tell his cock had hardened to a steel pipe and his thrusts became a little more insistent. Sure enough, he hilted himself to the balls and began twitching inside me. My eyes locked on his chest, and I weakly raised my left hand and slowly placed it on the biohazard symbol between his pecs. It was there, just a second, before he released my left leg with his right hand, and took my hand in his and guided it down to where his groin met my ass. He pushed it in between our bodies and I felt the cum squish between my fingers. He moved it around slightly, the cum that had escaped coating my digits, and then he slowly brought my hand up to his mouth and gently began sucking the cum--his and the guys'--off each finger, one at a time. He then placed my hand back on his tattoo, and, looking at me, licked his lips to collect that little bit of cum from my hand that hadn't made it into his mouth. His cock began to soften, but it was so far up my ass and his groin was still against me, so it remained inside. As he lowered my other leg, he placed both his hands on the log on either side of my torso, and leaning forward and down, he gently licked up the cum I had shot all over my upper chest. He leaned forward enough that his now-soft cock slipped out of my hole, and I felt a stream of cum follow it, flowing down my ass crack. His head rose to meet mine, our lips touched, and his tongue invaded my mouth just as his cock had my ass. We laid there--him exploring my mouth, cum flowing from my ass, there on the log until I heard the crackling of branches, and realized we were not alone there in this formerly-private place.

Been trying to find the perfect hole to breed. It started a few days ago as I was at 9days since I last shot a load. As usual, apps were full of flakes and it became 10days, then 11. Luckily, I found a hot visitor from New Zealand with a sexy body. He wasn’t able to host at his hotel, but agreed to let me breed him in the back seat of my truck. I parked, jumped in backseat, stripped and started stroking my cock. He arrived and slid inside and started sucking me. I gained access to his hole and started fingering it. I got him on all fours and licked and tongue fucked him. My cock was so hard, I could t wait to get inside. I used spit to lube my cock and slid inside him slowly. He adjusted to my thickness and started fucking himself on my dick. He was squeezing and milking me. My heavy precum leakage was making his hole super slick and smooth. I finally flipped him over and bred him missionary. We made out while I fucked him. I sjot my 11 day load and it felt like my orgasm lasted forever as squirt after squirt was pumped inside him.

After a day at the beach, Trey walked home. Because it was still extremely hot, he was only wearing basketball shorts. You could see the sweat from his neck slowly dripping down his hot body. The almost 19-year-old boy was blessed with good genes, which gave him a very athletic body that he didn't have to work hard for. Because of the defined v-shape, his basketball shorts hung low, which showed that he didn't have a six-pack but an eight-pack, and because of his tanned skin, his long blond hair looked even blonder. Suddenly, a car pulled up next to him and he heard the driver say "Do you need a ride?" Trey looked through the open window and saw that it was David — the former captain of the local football team that his brother also played for. This was the first time he had seen David since he was kicked off the team for unknown reasons when he was 21. Because he is also not wearing a t-shirt, Trey can clearly see that he had changed in the last 3 years. His muscular torso was covered in tattoos. "I have Gatorade from the cooler... if you like" says David. Trey thinks OKAY and hops in the car. David takes two bottles of Gatorade from the cooler on the back seat and gives one to Trey. David takes a sip and sees how Trey drinks three quarters of the bottle in one go. They drive away and while they are talking, David sees out of the corner of his eye that Trey is looking at his body. "Do you also want a tattoo?" David asks, to which Trey answers with "Yes, but I don't think my mother would approve". "Just wait a few years. When you live on your own, you can do what you want" David says laughing as he puts his hand on Trey's upper leg. Trey feels a shock go through his body because David's fingers touched his balls. Trey quickly looks away and sees that they are no longer driving towards his house. “You are driving the wrong way,” Trey says, to which David replies that he has to drop off the cooler with Gatorade first and that he would bring him home when it's done. “Is that okay?” he asks. To which Trey nods. After 5 minutes they arrive at a house with the windows taped shut. After David gets out and opens the cardoor to get the cooler, he asks if Trey wants to help him carry a gym bag. “Be careful, because there is expensive equipment in there,” David says. When they enter the house they are greeted by a dark guy in his late 20s with a muscular body who leads them to the kitchen. While David talks to the guy, Trey gets dizzy. David sees this and grabs him and brings him to the living room. “Sit down before you fall” David says. Trey plops down on the couch. What Trey doesn't know is that the Gatorade he drank earlier also contained G and liquid Viagra, which is now affecting his mind and body. When he looks around, he sees about 10 guys sitting on the couches and on the floor. Most of them are no longer wearing t-shirts and none of them are older than 25. Trey can't take his eyes off the athletic and muscular bodies in the room and sits there mesmerized as they work with bongs and blow out big white clouds. Trey had sex with lots of girls over the last 2 years and considers himself straight, although muscular male bodies have always intrigued him. But now he's feeling different, looking at them makes him fucking horny. Then suddenly someone plops down next to him on the couch. Trey turns his head and looks straight into the blue eyes of Kaden, who until last year worked as a lifeguard at the beach where he always goes. Every time he saw him on the beach, Trey was impressed by his body and could watch him from a distance for hours. Kaden blows out a cloud of smoke and asks “Do you want a hit?” Without knowing what he’s agreeing to, Trey nods and listens in a trance-like state to the explanation. When the stem is pressed between his lips and he hears “NOW” he begins to suck in steadily. When his lungs are full he blows it all out to quickly. “No, you have to hold it in your lungs longer before you blow it out… one more time!” says Kaden. After two more tries he gets the hang of it and blows thick clouds. After 7 hits Trey is so horny that he doesn't even realize that he has pulled his thick 10" cock out of his shorts and is pumping the shaft with both hands while a constant stream of precum flows from his glans. "WOW" says David to Shawn - the name of the dark muscular guy - while he is filming from a distance. "He's going to make a lot of money" answers Shawn who is filming another group with a camera. David moves a little closer to get a good view of Kaden explaining to Trey how a gunshot works. The first few are awkward, but on the third Trey pushes his tongue into Kaden's mouth, which ends in a fierce game of tongue wrestling. Kaden pulls his head away and stands on the couch. He pulls his hard 9” cock in advance and presses his glans against Trey’s lips, who automatically opens his mouth. Slowly the cock slides further into his mouth. Without being instructed he places his hands on Kaden’s hips and instinctively begins to suck and lick. In the meantime, pre-cum continues to flow from the glans of Trey’s cock — which is standing straight up. Kaden beckons a twink boy and points to that pre-cum covered cock. The twink takes a seat between Trey’s legs and swallows the entire length in one go. A wave of pleasure goes through Trey’s body, which relaxes his throat further, allowing Kaden to slide his cock deeper inside. Kaden takes Trey’s hands and maneuvers them to his nipples. The twink gets a point pressed into his hands by David and knows exactly what is expected. He takes the dick out of his mouth and wipes the cock clean and dry. The cock is so hard that the veins are clearly visible and while Trey is distracted the twink finds a vein. He pulls the plunger back to see if it’s in the vein and then slowly pushes the contents in. After removing the point, the twink massages the penis to ensure the Tina enters the bloodstream. Trey’s eyes open wide as an intense wave rips through his body. This is the signal for Kaden to pull his cock out. After heavy coughing , Trey throws his head back and tenses his abs, making his eight-pack even more visible and making his cock swell. Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock as he lets out a deep groan. The twink doesn’t hesitate for a moment, turns around and with force pushes his tight hole onto the cock. “I can feel his cum filling me up completely… can’t wait until his cum is toxic too” the twink moans! After 5 minutes the twink lets the cock slide out of his ass and there is still cum dripping from the glans. “I’m so fucking horny… I want more!” Trey groans. To which Kaden responds, “You’re going to get more, but we have to go to the bathroom first.” He helps him up and guides him to the bathroom. After half an hour, Trey comes out of the bathroom groaning and drops onto the couch. A huge horniness is building inside his ass, so he pulls up his leg and tries to push two of his fingers inside. Kaden sits between his legs and pushes his fingers away. He asks, “Can I help you?” and Trey groans “Yes”. He grabs lube and squirts it on the ass and on the fingers of his right hand. With his left hand he shakes some white powder from a bag over the fingers, after which he starts to push two inside. “An extra booty bump wouldn’t hurt” says Kaden grinning. The sphincter relaxes more and more and after 10 minutes there are 4 fingers inside. “I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you” says Kaden. To which Trey replies with “I didn’t know what I really wanted, but now I know I never want anything else”. “We can give you something that will bond us forever… a gift that makes you part of our group… Do you want that?” Kaden asks. “YES… GIVE” Trey pleads. “Just know that you can’t go back!” Kaden said. “I WANT IT… I WANT YOU!” This was what Kaden wanted to hear. He pulled his fingers out, lubed up his cock and placed the head of his cock against the closing sphincter. With a firm grip he pushed his cock in until he could take no more. Trey’s mouth was wide open but he made no sound. Kaden pulled his cock out and rammed it back in. He repeated this until the head of his cock passed the second sphincter. The feeling of the second sphincter gripping his cock head caused him to deposit his POZ seed deep inside that NEG ass for the first time. “Feel that… that’s my POZ seed that will bond us forever” Kaden groaned. As the second sphincter relaxed he began to fuck the ass hard. “GIVE ME MORE CUM… MAKE ME POZ TOO” Trey groaned. After 40 minutes of pumping and 4 loads of POZ seed Kaden pulled out and yells “Who’s next?”. “Me” shouted a familiar voice. “We are already blood relatives… but after today we share even more”. Trey watched as his nephew TJ, who is a month younger, took a seat between his legs and in one smooth movement slid his 8” cock inside. Later David told that TJ became part of the group on the day he turned 18. After TJ, more guests followed who deposited their POZ semen. The next day Trey was told that everything had been filmed and that they would put the film on their site “POZSLAM” where their donors could stream the film for a fee. He was given the choice: face unrecognizable and then not share in the proceeds or recognizable in the picture and no longer have to work. Trey chose the latter and was a success from day 1. In the first month all members had earned 7000 dollars each from that one film. Two weeks after the initiation Trey got the fuckflu and he tested positive. He also had someone in mind for the next meeting who could be an asset to the group. There is a 19-year-old Moroccan guy who has moved into the street and who is very eager to make new friends and Trey can't wait to pump gallons of POZ cum up his ass. SHALL I CONTINUE?

@nymidtowneast Glad you are enjoying where I am taking the story! The next few chapters after this are going to be a bit less sex themed, so I hope you enjoy those as well. @kitpig Definitely the goal I was going for. @plisken Thanks! I'm trying to keep it interesting, and glad you enjoyed it! @Docebrown Like I said before, this chapter is the last for a few chapters that is sex themed, hopefully you still enjoy them! Currently, I am still working on the other stories for the Bareback Chronicles thread (if you haven't checked it out, please do). This shouldn't effect updates here, as I have now two extra chapters written waiting for proofing and touchups. Enjoy! ----------------------------- Lesson 12- Beta Testing My first lap around the park was quiet, nobody else seemed to be in the park as darkness began to set in. I felt a bit disappointed, as I had hoped that maybe I would see someone. Maybe it's too early, I guessed, playing with the smoke as I walked. The next two laps also proved fruitless and I noticed that the cigar was nearly spent. Feeling a renewed sense of energy, I wasn’t quite ready to leave. However, the spent cigar presented a problem. My mind quickly went back to the scene in the tattoo parlor. Remembering the small convenience store across from the entrance to the park, I made my way quickly to it, letting my eyes adjust to the bright interior before looking around. The small store was rather clean, and I decided to make my way to the fridges lining one wall, grabbing a bottle of sport drink before going up to the counter. I felt somewhat sweaty from the humid evening outside and waited as the clerk rung the person up in front of me. I began to feel slightly nervous as they finished and I stepped up to the counter. “That's all for you?” the middle aged man asked, grabbing the bottle of blue liquid and scanning it. “Um, I’ll also take a pack of Marlboro Reds,” I said, worried that my nervousness would leak into my voice. “ID?” he replied, reaching up and grabbing the red and white package. At first, I realized that my wallet was still at home, forgotten on the top of my desk in my room. Suddenly, a voice next to me spoke. “Here,” the man said, handing over his plastic card. I looked over and was instantly greeted by the man from the park a week ago. “Make it two actually,” the man said, getting a slight nod as the clerk grabbed another. “$24.73,” the clerk announced, and grabbing my phone, I opened the wallet app and tapped the card reader. A soft ding played on my phone, and I quickly pocketed it as the man grabbed both packs. I followed as he walked out and crossed the street to the park. We walked in silence for a bit before finding a more secluded bench deep in the park. “Thanks for helping me out back there,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “No worries, I owed you for the lighter last week,” the man said, expertly smacking the pack and opening it, before pulling out one and lighting it expertly, exhaling a massive cloud of smoke in the process. Following his lead, I did the same, fumbling slightly as I opened the pack and then pulled one out. With a flick, he lit the cigarette and I did the same as him, inhaling hard. “No cigar tonight?” he asked, negligently draping his arm around my shoulders, spreading his legs as he spoke, “Hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble with Mike and Greg.” I let out a hard cough, nearly losing the cigarette in the process at his words. “I’m Dave by the way,” he said, chuckling at my surprise, running his fingers along my shoulder, “Showed Mike and Greg your picture from the other night and got quite the inquisition. We all go way back.” I nodded at Dave, unable to speak. “So, I'm looking to try out the app tonight,” he said, smiling. How did he know about that?! I thought with a start. “With the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to know how I know,” he said with a smile, taking a deep drag before blowing it out in a stream, “Got the alert as soon as you logged in here. They said you’d probably be beta testing it tonight, so I figured I'd make sure that I’d be available for any onsite support and ‘debugging’ it might need.” He let out a chuckle at his word play, watching as I slowly nodded, taking in what he said. “Oh… so… you created the site?” I asked, catching on as he smiled at me “Yeah, though the QR code thing… have to admit that was some genius marketing on Greg’s part” Dave said, smiling. “Oh…” I said, unsure what else to add to our conversation at the moment. “First things first,” he said, standing up, “Let’s go see if it's working how they want.” Walking off, I followed in silence, unsure what was going to happen. I walked and smoked the cigarette, following Dave likely looking like a lost puppy. Finally, we arrived at a squat brick building deep in the park, looking slightly more run down than the others. “Go on in,” he said, tossing the spent butt down and holding the door open as he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it immediately. I walked in and noticed that the rundown look also was evident inside. I looked at several of the open stalls, seeing crude holes in the walls of the stalls, before finally walking into the large stall at the end. “Still a little early yet,” he said, noting the empty restroom, “Go ahead and pull your pants down.” With that, I pulled the sweatpants down and bent over slightly, as he pulled out his phone. Snapping a quick picture, he tapped a few times on the screen and waited. “They’re probably still driving,” he said, nonchalantly, drawing hard on the Red, “Might take a minute.” Finally, my phone let out a buzz. Pulling it out, I took a look. It was a new message from a random 5 digit number. Opening my phone, I read the message. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request approved. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: Glad to see you trying out the app for Dave, boy. Make us proud. -Greg” Slowly, I noticed Dave gave me a smile, looking over my shoulder and reading the message. “Nice. Probably just delayed from their cell signal,” he said, nodding to himself as he spoke. Slowly, he pulled his pants down, gently closing the stall door and giving his cock a few gentle tugs. “The guys have been raving about this hole of yours,” he said, dripping his thumb deep into my hole as he spoke, “Shame they locked that nice cock of yours up, but I bet they’ll unlock it soon enough. Would have loved to feel that thing in my guts, flooding my bugged hole with your neg swimmers.” I groaned as his thumb was quickly joined by another finger. “Got the same tainted DNA as your two dads in these balls,” Dave said, smiling down at me as I looked back and up at him, having bent over as he played with my hole, “Could call me your uncle so to speak. Me, Ben, and a few other guys all got converted by the same maker. Same as your two dads.” I watched Dave record the scene with his phone, likely for another upload. “Time for another Red in those lungs boy,” he said, hauling hard before bellowing out a large jet of smoke from his nose, pulling his fingers out of my ass. I quickly dropped the butt in the toilet before shakily pulling out another and lighting up. “Yeah, good boy, flood those lungs with smoke and get yourself nice and addicted,” he said, tugging his cock, “Can’t wait to see what all the hype is about on this ass.” I nodded, bracing myself across the back of the toilet, gasping slightly as Dave plunged deep in my ass in one solid movement; Mike and Greg’s loads allowing for quick entry. “Fuck that’s a nice juicy hole,” Dave said, holding still deep inside me as he spoke, “Definitely a 5 star boy pussy.” I groaned as he somehow flexed his cock inside me, his cock wiggling somewhat. “Yeah, definitely going to enjoy breeding you,” he said, smiling wickedly, “Stand by and see a few more guys test you out before I send you home with a second load from me.” I nodded again, groaning as Dave quickly pulled back and slammed hard into me. “Really does stay surprisingly snug, even with the abuse it got today,” Dave groaned appreciatively, “You like raw dick in you boy? Looking to get bred tonight, right?” “Yes sir, thank you sir,” I said, whispering, “I love getting bred by men.” “You need to be knocked up, don’t you,” he asked, picking up pace a bit as we smoked, “Tell me what neg boys like you need.” “I need pozzed up,” I moaned, letting out a slight yelp as he smacked my ass and gave it a jiggle, “I want to be turned into a poz pig and give a real purpose as a cum dump.” “Yeah, boy, you’re nothing but a useless cumdump needing a real purpose,” he said, taking long hard strokes inside me, slamming as hard as he could deep within me, driving the remaining loads in my ass deeper, “Can’t wait for you to get the fuck flu and we all get to recharge you before other guys get a chance at adding their strain.” I groaned at the thought, remembering the stories I had read. I wondered at how I would convert. Would it be like getting the flu? Fever, body aches, rash… all the symptoms. Or would it be more mild, barely a sniffle. “Yeah, boy,” Dave said, smiling, “Gonna load this cunt up really soon. Tell me what’s going through your mind, you nasty fucking pig boy.” “I want to get the fuck flu and feel you guys flood me with more of your virus, and let it take over,” I groaned, letting myself go mentally as I focused on the fuck, “Go around and get more strains to bring home and share. Become a depraved pig for anyone to use.” “Fuck boy, got me real close,” Dave said, smacking my ass as he fucked it harder and faster, “That’s what your purpose is in life, isn’t it?” “Oh god… yes….” I said, feeling that same feeling as before began to take over, the inside of my ass feeling both tighter and more sensitive, “Oh god…. Please… please give it to me…” Suddenly, my ass gave out and I began to twitch and moan, my ass clenching and releasing over and over, causing my body to convulse slightly as I felt my ass starting to drip onto the dingy tiles of the floor. “Oh shit man, your ass is fucking quaking,” Dave said, driving with all his strength into me. I couldn’t speak any longer, barely letting out a choked screech as the tremors racked through me, my mouth opening in a gasp and causing me to drop the cigarette. “Fuck, here it comes boy,” Dave said, picking up an even faster pace, driving my anal orgasm into overdrive, dripping even more onto the ground. Suddenly, Dave gave out several pained gasps and I felt as his cock squirted hard inside me. We both stood there in silence as I panted, fingers gripping on the toilet until the knuckles were white, my toes curling in my shoes. “Damn… pig must be in heat from all this juice it just squirted,” Dave said appreciatively, giving out a pained hiss as he pulled out in a quick jerk. He gently guided me to sit down on the toilet, my legs feeling like jelly as I sat. “Fuck yeah, pig in training for sure,” he said pointing the camera at my stomach before shutting off his phone. Gently, he reached behind my head and pulled it back by my hair. Taking a deep drag, he kissed me deeply, swapping his smoke with me. Finally, we broke apart and he let out a deep chuckle. “That’s going on the front page for sure,” he said, giving my face a light slap. Slowly I sat there and recovered before we both froze, listening. The guy moved over to the stall next to ours before sitting down and closing the door. After a short wait, he shuffled around and faced our partition. Gently, a large black cock slid through the hole. “Time to get to work, boy,” he said, gently pushing my face onto it. I slowly began to suck the large cock as Dave exited the stall, knocking on the next one’s door. The guy pulled his cock out and I waited in silence. I could vaguely hear the two whispering before the two returned. Before me stood a tall, slightly overweight black man. “Go ahead and pull out your phone man,” Dave said, before motioning me to stand up and bend over. There was a slight ding from the man’s phone as he scanned the code, followed by a few tapping sounds until finally there was the sound of a whoosh. After a minute, my phone dinged again. Grabbing it, I took a look. “PIGLOADR: Bareback breeding request denied. NOTE FROM MAIN ACCOUNT: You know the rules. Condom only or down your throat. -Mike” Reached down and pulled a condom before handing it to the man. “The fuck am I gonna do with this shit,” he said, tossing the foil wrapper on the ground, as Dave began whispering in his ear, “Oh… yeah. Won’t fit on me. You sure I can’t hit that ass bare?” I shook my head no, watching as Dave pointed to the man’s phone screen. After a quick talk, the man pulled open my mouth. “I’ll have to bring some next time just for you, fucking slut,” the man said, spitting on my face before rubbing it around with his hand. Finally his thumb caught on my lips. “No fucking teeth or I beat the shit out of you, got it,” he announced, shaking his cock at my face. The large cock was quite girthy and decent in length, “Would rather drain my cock snot in that white college boy ass, but I guess I’ll take some head instead.” I got quickly to work, doing my best to take the rapidly growing girth as the man grabbed my head and began to fuck his cock deep down my throat. I gagged a few times before he pulled back off. He lasted a total of maybe 5 minutes before finally pulling out and shooting all over my face. “Yeah, fucking looking prettier already with my tainted spunk sprayed across that bitch face,” the man said, giving a slight nod to Dave before he walked out and another man entered the stall. I hadn’t even noticed, having been preoccupied during the angry face fucking. Into the late evening I took several more guys, all but one being forced to have a condom. Throughout the process, Dave took to explaining the features of the app almost ignoring my presence as he spoke to the different men. Finally, I told Dave I was about done, and he quickly got behind me and began to fuck another large load into me, barely speaking. “Fuck yeah, take it man,” he said, humming quickly before giving my ass another quick spank. Drained, I nodded and silently pulled my pants back up. “Give me your phone,” he said, and I silently did so, handing it over to him numbly. He tapped on the screen a few times before turning the phone around. “Don’t forget to log out, that way you stop getting requests,” he explained as we walked out of the bathroom, “Look look beat. Bet you’ve had a long day.” I nodded, tired. “I’ll drive you home to Mike and Greg’s,” he said, grinning at me as we walked through the park, “You did awesome by the way. I really appreciate you helping me out with the app testing. Everything seems to be working.” “No problem, I’m glad I could help,” I said tired, giving Dave a drained smile, as he slowly turned towards me and gave me a kiss. “So sweet. Fuck, wish I’d have had first crack at you,” he said, smiling again before leading me to a rather nice looking sedan. I sat in silence in the car as we drove the short distance to my neighborhood, getting out of the car in front of Mike and Greg’s still dark home. “I’ll text you tomorrow,” Dave said, turning in his seat as put the car in park, letting the engine idle. I gave a nod, and slowly walked home, watching as his car drove off. Entering my house, I took a quick look into the living room, noticing the news report on the tv, both my parents snoring on the couch. My mind felt numb as I watched the reporter talking to a man in a suit, looking flushed and angry as he spoke. Something about a massive operation under way in Berlin. My brain felt too numb to really take in the report as I walked out of the living room and up the stairs. Coming to my bedroom, I emptied my pockets out. The used condoms and bottle of forgotten poppers went into the fridge and the partially smoked pack of cigarettes joined the pipes and cigars in my closet. Feeling as the loads slowly leaked out, I grabbed the plug from earlier in the day and shoved it into my ass, feeling as it easily went into the wrecked remains of my hole. Sighing happily, I pulled back the covers of my bed and crawled in, shutting the light off as I did and quickly went to sleep.

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Story 2a- Purchased for the Night The idea had been simple enough in theory. Sell my ‘virginity’ to the highest bidder. Pay off all my debt. It was a week ago when the idea was planted in my mind. After yet another poor turnout on the camera feed, jacking my cock off on live stream for a few extra dollars, I’d finished the stream, barely raking in $100. It was after the stream when I looked in my inbox and saw the link, sent from one of the many randomized user names on the site. At first, I was going to ignore it, tallying it up to one of the many bots trying to scam creators on the site. However, this one seemed different. The grammar was correct, the promise of a large payout for one night of work getting the better of me. Against my better judgement, I decided to click the link, being brought to an interesting darknet site. The link told me about the offer of a special auction site, offering up my virginity to the highest bidder for a night filled with whatever the seller wanted, barring any severe bodily harm. I’d be allowed to stream it for extra cash, would be guaranteed. A deposit would be submitted in my account the night before, and full payment in my account the next morning. I went ahead and hit accept, giving an empty temporary bank account for the funds to go to, just in case this were all a scam. The worst that would happen was I’d be out $25, the minimum for setting up the account. As the week progressed, I watched as the silent auction quickly grew, first surpassing $1000, then $10k… I forced myself to not get excited, playing off the auction as still being a likely fake. As the final clock finally hit zero, I looked at the final total. $97,345. Suddenly, a ding on my phone went off, somewhat sending a chill down my back. It was my personal phone. The one I never gave out to anyone, save for a few close friends and relatives. Nervous, I picked it up and looked at the screen. Alex Slater, as agreed, bidding has been completed and 10% of the sale ($9,734.50) has been transferred to the account specified. Details for the purchaser’s conditions will follow shortly. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I’d never given them my name. Even the bank account had been put into the name I used for online streaming… Max Bang, chosen at random with some porn name generator I’d found online. Alex, failure to follow instructions will result in banning from all major streaming sites, as well as a fee of 25% being taken from your accounts at Community Bank and First Mutual Savings. Please confirm you understand this. Failure to reply will result in a copy of everything being sent to your mother Andrea and father Miguel as stated in subsection 8 of your contract. My hands shaking, truly scared at the message. They knew everything about me… the banks I used, my parent’s names. Slowly, I replied, asking who this was. Our name is not important. We are simply a broker. Please confirm if you understand your instructions. Although you may be concerned, we provide this level of service to our purchasers in order to prevent both parties from suffering financially. I typed out a quick yes, sitting back in the chair, wondering what I had just gotten into. Received. A car will pick you up this Friday at 7:00pm from your home and take you to the hotel on 27th and Grand. You’re to get a room key from the front desk, held under your name, and enter the room. Remove all clothing and put on the black blindfold that will be provided on the bed. Do not bother with bringing any weapons or streaming equipment. Weapons will not be tolerated and will result in immediate return of any payment, and carries the same penalties as listed before. Streaming equipment will already be provided. I slowly typed ok, my heart racing as I did. Good. The auction winners will see you Friday. Enjoy yourself. With that, I tossed my phone away. Unnerved. I’d felt growing anticipation for the entire week leading up to the “event,” nearly sending a message I wanted to cancel every single time, before talking myself out of it. Finally, I found myself in the back of a nondescript Uber vehicle, quietly making my way downtown from my parent’s average looking suburban house. Quickly enough, we pulled up in front of the large hotel and I exited the vehicle quietly. I made my way to the lobby desk, greeted by a smartly dressed man in a vest and white dress shirt. Giving my real name, the man looked for a moment before handing me a small plastic keycard, writing the room number in the small folder holding it. “You’ll need to use the card to get to your floor as well,” the man said, pointing in the direction of the elevators, “Tap the key to the reader and hit 8.” 860, the number read, and I silently walked over, dread and anticipation flowing through me. Following the instructions, I watched as the doors closed with a soft thump and the elevator quickly climbed. Just as silently, the doors opened, only a soft ding announcing the arrival and I stepped off, looking at the sign pointing towards what would be the room. After a long walk to the end of the hallway, I opened the door and stepped in, looking at the display before me. Several high quality cameras were aimed at the bed, a bundle of rope, a ball gag, and a blindfold sitting neatly arranged on the bed. I looked around as a distorted voice erupted from the expensive looking computer sitting on the table. “Welcome Alex. Strip naked and put the blindfold on, then lay down on the center of the bed on your back. Do not worry about the gag or ropes.” I swallowed, trying to stomach my fear as I did as I was told, quickly disrobing and pulling the blindfold on, feebly feeling around before crawling across the bed and laying down. I laid for a few minutes, unsure what to do next until I heard the motorized whir of the electronic lock on the door engage and the shuffling sound of someone walking in. Roughly one of my legs was grabbed and I instinctively pulled back, now actually afraid. “Alex. You will be tied up as requested by the purchaser,” the distorted voice said, “Do not fight as no harm will be done to you. Compliance is mandatory as part of purchase for your services.” I forced my leg to go limp, scared as first it was tied up, and then the other. My legs were quickly lifted up and I felt as the got trussed into the air. Next, my arms were tied up, each limb pulling to one of the corners of the bed. The person then roughly pushed my ass higher, as several pillows we shoved underneath me. Satisfied, the unknown man let out a satisfied laugh, smacking my ass. “He’s ready,” the unknown man’s voice said, as I could just make out the weight of him at the far end of the bed. “The client wishes to have him prelubricated,” the garbled voice responded, “Please proceed.” Suddenly, I jumped as I felt a rough beard at my hole as a warm wet tongue began to lick and poke at my tight asshole, unaccustomed to the feeling. I shook slightly, unnerved at the feeling, both feeling amazing but also a tiny bit uncomfortable as the hair scratched around the tender flesh around my opening. I couldn't help but moan slightly as the tongue began to poke into the sensitive circle of flesh, eventually breaching me. I began to enjoy the feeling, unable to move anything except my head as the mystery man continued to spit and finger me. Finally satisfied I was prepared, the distorted voice spoke again. “A total of 10 men have paid for the pleasure tonight to use you as they see fit. They have all requested a gag be placed in your mouth so they can enjoy using you without argument,” the voice said, “The first man has requested you to be high on poppers. Our assistant is now going feed you some and put the gag in your mouth. Do not fight him.” A bottle of what smelt like poppers was held under my nose expectantly. Tentatively, I took a deep sniff, my head immediately rushing as the strong chemicals quickly entered my blood stream. I let out a deep groan, my mouth opening as I did so. Suddenly, the gag was pushed into my mouth. Thankfully, a small hole was drilled in it, allowing for me to breathe through it. The unseen assistant quickly secured the gag and after feeding me more poppers, let my head bounce loosely on the bed. The electronic lock whirred again, as the door opened and a new person stepped into the room. Silently, someone climbed on the bed, slowly feeling my body in silence. The hands slowly worked up and down my legs, one hand gently giving my average sized cock a tug. The stranger gave a satisfied hum, before poking a finger roughly into my ass. “Am I the first to get in him,” the man asked, his finger roughly moving around in side me, causing me to squirm. “As highest bidder, you have been picked as the first to go instead of randomly,” the distorted voice said, chuckling, “As a thank you for your contributions in previous events.” “Fuck yeah, going to love breaking this one in,” the man replied, as he roughly pulled his finger out and suddenly plunging his thick, long cock deep inside me. The piercing on his dick dragged painfully inside me as he quickly seated himself deep in my ass. I let out a pained moaned, the sound severely muffled by the gag. “Fuck yeah, definitely a real virgin hole,” the man said happily, “Have him feed the slut some more poppers so we both can enjoy this.” Suddenly, the bottle was held under my nose. I quickly took several deep sniffs, hoping they would help with the pain deep inside me. After a minute or two, the pain began to subside. The man inside me, satisfied I was now effectively relaxed, quickly began to slam hard and fast inside of me. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing slightly has his plowed hard and fast. “Fuck yeah, slut, take my daddy dick deep in those virgin guts,” the man growl, spitting on my face as he fucked me, “Feel that dick destroying your guts? I fucking paid good money for that.” I could barely breathe, the feeling of the man effectively raping me as his body slammed hard into mine, knocking the breath out of me while his hands firmly gripped my neck. “Fuck, here it comes, going to breed those shredded guts of yours,” the man yelled, fucking my ass even harder, “Here it comes, slut!” Suddenly, I felt as the man unleashed a massive load of cum into my ass, his cock throbbing as he continued to fuck me, causing him to growl and snort in animalistic abandon. “Fucking take that dirty poz load, fucker,” the man said menacingly, “Fucking breeding you deep with my virus. Hope it was fucking worth it for a measly ten grand.” I began to thrash, my mind racing as I realized what he was saying. “Yeah, like hearing that, don’t you,” the man chuckled evilly, “So fucking hot when dumb little sluts like you finally realize why you’re getting such a big payout for some guys to fuck you.” I let out a choked sob, realizing how fucked I truly was. Pulling his cock out, he chuckled again before wiping his cock on my groin. “Fuck yeah, nice and pink,” he said, before pushing his thumb inside, “Better keep that load inside you, boy. Only lube you’ll be getting here on out.” I laid back, resigned as I felt tears streaming down my face. How could I have been so stupid Everything always comes with a catch… I asked myself, feeling as the man promptly climbed off the bed. I could vaguely make out the sounds of him getting dressed before the door opened and slammed shut. “A deposit of $31,000 has now been made into your account,” the distorted voice said, “You also have earned $2000 in tips on your current livestream.” Part of me was shocked to hear this, amazed at the amount. Even on my best day, I’d never come close when streaming. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, I thought to myself, trying to rationalize away what I had just signed myself up for. A knock at the door cut the silence of the room, followed by the whirring of the lock mechanism. Another faceless man slowly climbed onto the bed, as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the next round. —------ Several hours later, I awoke, having passed out from the onslaught after the 8th load. Opening my eyes, I looked around the hotel room, surprised to find it completely clear off all the equipment. The ball gag had been removed and the blindfold gone. As had the ropes that I had been bound with. Sitting up, I felt as my ass began to throb painfully, loose and drooling out the numerous poz loads that had been deposited in it. I saw as the screen on my phone flashed and buzzed, likely having been the thing to wake me up. The remainder of the $97,435 dollars have now been deposited into your account. An additional $34,000 dollars is also available in tips. Hope it was worth it. Let us know if they don’t take, and we can line up a new group of buyers. Laying back, I looked up at the ceiling, shocked at the staggering number.

i have read this topic a few times and decided to make an account. this is my first story ever. so don't be too hard on me and i hope you like it. additions, improvements, comments are welcome. other things too of course. the story is fiction but I hope the more I write, the better it will get. Part 1 Let me introduce myself. I'm Jake, 18 years old, with a smooth body and white skin. I could use some sun. I am sporty and have some nice abs (I think from myself). I'm slim; you can actually see a bit of a 6-pack (not that good, though). I'm. I'm smooth, not too tall or short, just average, and have short, dank blond hair. My legs are well built from soccer play and some fitness. Smooth ass and a bit of a tight bubble butt ass. My cock, about 7 inch, average thickness, and I have my pubic hair smooth shaved. My friend Paul is the same age as me. No, he is not my boyfriend, but we hang out a lot. We met at school and played soccer together, so we became best friends. He told me after some few years of friendship he was gay. Well, I had my troubles with my sexuality back then myself, and 2 months later I kissed him and told him I was gay too. Paul and I are both virgins, no lovers, but we made an arrangement. We do play and discover together. Not really in public, but secretly. No one knows; they think we are just friends. Even my family does not know. Well, then it actually all started I heard the signal that the soccer match was over. We yelled it out, and I ran to Paul. We won! We won! It was the last match of the summer. I hugged him. Teammates joined in, and we all jumped. This was a great last match. We should celebrate that we won and the start of the summer. We went to the bar next to the field to grab a drink. We stayed for about an hour chatting, but soon we were almost alone. Most guys got a shower, had their plans, and left. So after one hour, Paul and I got to get a shower. We took our training suits off and jumped in the shower. All alone in the room, we giggled, slapped each other's asses, and after a while kissed and started wanking. Paul had a nice 6.5 inch cock, and I just dropped down to lick it. He was hard instantly. I licked his balls, grabbed his ass, and worked my way to his cock. I started sucking. I guess I did a good job. Paul started moaning. He grabbed my head and pushed me deeper. As he did, I started gagging. He just laughed while my eyes went deep red. I do love that someone takes control, but I'm still so inexperienced that I always have to get a bit used to a cock deep in my mouth. My spit was dripping from his shaft to his balls, while the water from the shower ran on our backs. I was rock hard myself and started leaking a bit when we heard some noise. I jumped up and turned to the wall to hide my hard cock. We had to laugh really hard when we saw it was just a cat that happened to get caught up in the changing room. I wanted to get back on my knees, but Paul stopped me. "Don't," he said. "I'm too close to cum, and I should not." "I need to tell you something. I looked a bit shocked, afraid of what was coming. It's not a big deal, Jake, for you at least, Paul said. He laughed. Jake, I'm playing a bit with Jason, you know, Jason, the 26-year-old hunk from school? Uhhh, that well-built trainee? Him? Yeah, said Paul. He's gay too and is living with his boyfriend. I found that out when he was calling him on the phone and i heard it by accident. Well, I think he knew I'm into guys too, because he slapped my ass. He found me in the school break later that day and pushed me to the toilets, and he just bent me over. I did not know what to do, so I let him. He pulled down my pants, which fell to my ankles. He, he...he just started licking my ass and hole. It felt so good, Jake. His beard tickling my hole, his tongue. I was in heaven. He even used his fingers and pushed them inside. Jake, it was so good. My jaw dropped open. He did that? Did he, did he fuck you? Took your virginity?. No, he did not... said Paul. He left me there dripping pre-cum and my hole wet with his spit. I wish he did. I have a date with him later today. So maybe..., said Paul. Damn, Paul, that's hot. But isn't he cheating then? Paul: I don't mind, Jake. Have you seen him? He's so hot, and if he's cheating, he'll be my first fuck. If that's what it takes, I'm in. Well, Paul, you have to tell me the details from the date later. I giggled. Nice job, Paul. But I can suck you off, Paul said while he dropped down. Before I knew it, he was sucking me. I was so hard and had not cum in days, so it did not take long. I came in Paul's mouth. He just swallowed. Damm. I looked at Paul. you have never swallowed my cum before and i laughed. that's new. It felt natural, like i had to do it said paul. and it wasn't bad he said with a smile After we washed and dried off, I wished him luck, and we both went our ways. Paul did not message me that evening, nor the day after, and was not at school on Monday. On Tuesday he messaged me. We should meet in the evening at his place. That evening I went over to Paul. So. I said? Don't tell me you spend all the time with Jake, did you? Paul giggles. Well, a bit. He started talking. Paul and Jake had a date at the gay bar in town. That was the first time Paul went there. I did not dare to, afraid of what people would say, think, or tell my parents. I'm just not ready yet. Well, Paul said we had a good drink, a good talk, and, well, he was dressed up so hot. He had a tight white shirt; you could see his abs and chest really well. We kissed a bit, and I met some friends of his. It was crowded. So crowded that we got pushed to each other the whole time. I could feel his chest against me all the time. Paul laughed, i felt something else too Jake. sometimes i felt his cock poking through his pants against me. he is really big i think And Jake... Jason touched my ass all the time. He even got his hands in my pants, and his finger was searching my hole. Tell me more, I said to Paul. Well. He pushed his fingertip against my hole, Jake; it was hot, but I did not dare to say or do anything. I just let him. I could feel his fingertip on my bare hole. Giving it pressure and then letting it get more loose. He was playing with me. It was out in public, but I don't think anyone saw it. I was scared but it was also so hot. We stood there for, like, 10 min. And then someone came by and pushed me a bit, i bumped into jason and Jason just pushed his finger up my hole by then. I almost screamed, Paul said. I don't know if he did it by accident, or extra when I fell into him. It went deep, and it scratched in my hole. I felt pain and pleasure at the same time. He held it in me for, like, some 15 minutes, playing with my hole, fingering me. I just went nuts in public. I started grinding against his finger while I looked deep in his eyes; he just smiled. He was playing with me, Jake. After a while, Jason then took me to the toilets. When we got there, he just ripped his shorts off and pushed me down with my face to his cock. The only thing I could do was suck. He was rough, Jake; he just used my mouth like a fleshjack. He was so hung. i think it was like 8,5 inch. I couldnt take his pole all the way. i just couldnt. i coughed and spluttered. But i tried. My eyes started watering, i could barely see it was so bad. I guess he noticed I was new to it all, because he stopped and asked me if I had ever done this before, Jake. I actually told him I did not and was still a virgin, hoping he would like that. But Jake, damn, was I wrong. He said he liked trained holes that can handle him and wanted to get his pants up again. I insisted, and he let me suck him a bit more. I've never seen such a big dick. its huge Jake. he let me suck his balls. I played with them in my mouth. They were huge to. I licked his shaft and head. I was really doing my best on it. I made that cock so wet with my spit it just glistened. He said he did not want to destroy me right here. I did not really understand Jake. But I think he means he's so big and I'm still a virgin. After we went back to the bar and chatted more, then his friends joined, and later his boyfriend to. He did not mind at all that Jason fooled around with me. After a while, he told me he met his bf at a hotel party where a lot of guys meet and fuck. He asked me if I was interested. It would give us a chance to get more experience, and they are going to. He told me he would fuck the daylight out of me if I would go. Well, Paul said, I was thinking, Jake… Should we both go? No one knows us there; we would lose our virginity, and it sounds hot as hell. I was a bit shocked. I never thought that Paul would be into something like that. Paul saw my face. Jake He said, I know it's shocking, but think about it. We could fuck, maybe find a boyfriend; no one knows us there, and no one would judge. And maybe I could hook up with Jason there, he laughed. You're really into it, huh, Paul? I asked. Paul: I am. I spent 2 days thinking about Jake; I could not get it off my mind. I searched it and watched the site like a thousand times. You should see it and the photos. It really is like a holiday, but then only with white guys and themes. And we don't have to hook up; we can also just watch and enjoy. He passed me the site. Hmm, I said. I'll watch it later, Paul. So Paul, did you guys do anything else? Paul started laughing. Well. I met his friends and had a bit of a pre-holiday party. We went over to Jason's place, and I have seen several guys fuck each other hard. There was so much cum and sweat. I could only watch and play a bit, no fucking, because it was only the pre-party, and I had not booked for the holiday yet. No one fucked me, Jake. But I did suck some cocks clean after they were done fucking. Several guys had tattoos around their cock, belly, etc. Like a group thing. It looked hot. I sucked like 10 guys. I was getting real good at it. They all said i tried my best whit sucking and that i had a nice mouth. Some even fingered me. I think some lubed their fingers; it felt wet. Or they had some cum on their hands still. I'm not sure. I did not ask, but it was hot, though they also couldn't seem to get enough of my ass and kept fingering my hole. they said i had a tight hole and they wanted to explore it further. some really went deep with their fingers. it hurt a bit sometimes, but felt really good afterwards. They said i would love the hotel. that i would have a blast and be a top attraction. they said they would show me around and introduce me if i booked. But that they would introduce me in a small group first so i would be more confident about the hotel. they seemed to want to include me in their group because most of them would also go and had been there before Paul and I talked a long time. Later, when I was back home, I opened the link Paul gave me. It was called the Poz Hotel. I'm not sure what that meant. But I started reading. It was a holiday hotel that took place once a year for guys only. There were several hotel parts/rooms. The top part and a bottom part It had several pools, all-inclusive 24-hour play areas, theme nights, an animation team, a gym, a public restaurant, and theme restaurants. Several party places, whatever that may mean, big gardens (where theme activities started), dungeons, cinemas, etc. your stay will be arranged according to your preference (bottom/top) and your interest. so it has a top and a bottom part i think, whatever that may mean. Not thinking about the link to my sexual preference from top or bottom I kept on reading and looked at the prices. Well. It looked like whenever I made changes in the booking, the price went up or down. I was not really sure what it all meant, but hey. It sounded good, and it was a holiday. So after some time, I discovered we had to book it within a week till the booking closed down, and the rooms were also running out. I phoned Paul, and we decided we should book. Paul would make the booking, as I only said, Make it not too expensive. Let's try to get it as cheap as possible. So he did. He booked us a double bedroom in the bottom part of the hotel. It was the bare part. I thought it was at the bar, but I read over that too quickly. How was I supposed to know? They did ask a lot of questions, and some things made it cheaper. they asked a lot of sexual preferences but paul had arranged all that. i only got a short summary of the booking Paul set ourselves up as a negative active role bottom; our age as 18 made it cheaper. Paul thought it might be student prices. The booking asked us what we liked, like sucking, bare play, older guys, dominators, piss, BDSM, etc., etc. Well, Paul just clicked on it all, and the price kept dropping. That all sounded good to me. Paul didn't go into much detail and went more into the price and facilities such as the swimming pool I thought we'd see what will come from it. In the small lines it did say the guest had to take part in the themes and activities that were chosen, like a roulette game, so everyone joined in at least 3 times (activities or themes). Joining more activities or themes is possible at one's own wish. Paul saw an option opening for us to click on it to join at least 7 roulette games. Only for 18-21 age people. With that, we get a reduced price for the flight. So, as I had ordered Paul, Paul clicked on it and booked it. We did not have that much money, so we thought, what can it be? Like volleyball, spinning classes or so. So he clicked on it and booked it all. It also gave us a link to a more normal hotel site without all the sexual parts in it to show to others if they ask where you would go on holiday. It was the site I showed my parents when I told them Paul and I had booked a holiday with friends. Paul told Jason we booked. Jason was excited when he heard we both booked and told Paul he was in the top part of the hotel and would be happy to lead him around and have some fun activities. He said he would definitely fuck Paul when he wanted to, at the hotel and even after, so he was part of the club. We thought of the hotel club or the tattoo club But after, we would know better. paul went to jason a few more times. sometimes during the day and sometimes in the evening. he didn't tell me much about it, only things about our booked holiday. for example that there are a lot of palm trees, multiple swimming pools, bars and toilets everywhere (why he mentioned the toilets I found strange), theme parties that had been there such as a black party, lotteries, bachelor nights, couples nights, leather parties and you name it. but what it entailed paul didn't really say. only that it would be a lot of fun. Paul was already in the mood for the holiday and the more he told me, the more I got excited too

You seem to believe what you are saying, i don't think you are just a 'troll' trying to get a rise. Trump is president, the "woke ... regressives" are not in power. Instead of focusing on the "losers,' that's history, will you provide a substantiated list of the things Trump has done so far that you agree with and believe "THE MAJORITY OF AMERICANS" agree with? Why should we "trust" you? Honest question.

I went to a No Kings protest last Saturday. There were several thousand people there. It was bigger than the 2020 protests. The protest last Saturday was totally peaceful. For one thing the cops were very much hands off, so maybe they did learn something from 2020. I know it's hard to imagine but protestors usually stay peaceful when they aren't being gassed and shot at

I remember the first day of PE as a freshman we were all stripping down and one of my new friends, Ed started to pull his underwere down and his cock kept going and going, we were all mesmerized by it. He had to have been 8" soft we were all very impressed LOL. I also saw the football captain in the shower once and OMG he was a god! Perfect V torso, dark hair all over and a stunning cock, the things wet dreams are made of. I also went to boot camp and was on a submarine and saw all kinds of guys naked, I'm certainly not complaining!

Night was shaping up to be a washout. Scams and flakes. Guy on X said he was on his way. Decided to give him a chance. Paid off. Blindfolded, door open. I heard him come in. He presented me a musky cock. Swelled nice in my mouth. Fucked my mouth for a bit, using it to edge. Turned me around and slid it in (could have used some more lube). Edged a bit in my ass, then pulled out and pushed me down, used my mouth to edge some more and finally filled my mouth. He had a great cock and from what I could feel a great body.

CHAPTER 3 , Helena's First Step The man led Helena into one of the private rooms, and she followed in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. The door closed softly behind them, sealing her inside the room with him, alone. "Relax," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "This is your room. Your rules." She nodded, trying to force herself to breathe slowly and calmly. He started with gentle kisses, his touch deliberate and respectful, but as he undressed her, his hands grew firmer, more possessive. Her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her skin hot with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He undressed in silence, revealing a strong, lean body, his erection fully erect and unprotected. Helena's breath hitched at the sight, her mind screaming warnings, but her body ached with desire. He guided her onto the bed, his grip firm on her wrist, and spread her legs with a single, dominant motion. "May I?" he asked, but there was no softness in his voice, only a raw, primal hunger. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. And then he was on her, his body pressing down on hers, his cock pressing against her entrance, hard and insistent. He entered her with a single, brutal thrust, shearing into her, impaling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, intense pain that quickly morphed into a dark, twisted pleasure. Her entire body responded violently, a mix of terror and euphoria coursing through her veins like a drug. One in twenty, her mind screamed. One fucking chance in twenty that you're about to get infected by a stranger. The reality of it, the raw, brutal truth of it, sent a shiver of dark excitement down her spine. He started to move, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust deliberate and deep, a claiming, a conquering. He was not gentle, not soft, not kind. He was a stranger, a mask, a potential threat, and he was fucking her raw, unprotected, unrestrained. And she was loving every fucking second of it. Her nails dug into his back, her hips met his thrusts with a desperation that matched his own. She was surrendering, giving in to the primal, dangerous allure of it all. He was grunting, his breath hot and heavy in her ear, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her, claiming her, using her. And she was his, completely, utterly his in that moment, a willing participant in this dangerous, exhilarating game. His pace quickened, his body slamming into hers with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. She could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close, working his way to his climax. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of sex and sweat and something more primal, more dangerous. She was torn, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. Should I ask? Should I find out? Or should I just let it happen, let him finish, let him come inside me, let whatever will be, be? The question sat on the tip of her tongue, a heavy, pulsing presence, a decision that felt like a matter of life and death. Her heart pounded, her body ached, and her mind raced, a dizzying mix of fear, excitement, and uncertainty. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and she knew that once she asked, there would be no going back. The tension was insane, a crazy, exhilarating, terrifying tension that had her on the verge of screaming. And then, in a moment of sheer panic, she blurted out the question, her voice a shaky whisper, "Are you?" He paused, his body still buried deep inside hers, his voice a low, steady rumble, "No." A wave of relief washed over her, a relief so profound it left her dizzy and lightheaded. But with that relief came a sense of loss, a fading of the crazy tension that had been building between them. It was over, the moment of truth had passed, and now it was just a fuck with a stranger, raw and primal, but lacking the electric charge of the unknown. His breathing grew ragged and desperate. "May I come inside you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. This was it, the final question, the ultimate decision. She whispered back, trembling, "Yes." His release exploded inside her, a warmth that flooded her, seeping into her most intimate places. She lay there, breathless, as he held himself inside her, releasing every drop, the rush of it all unlike anything she had ever felt. The gamble was complete, and she was left reeling in the aftermath. Helena rejoined the others, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of her encounter. Mia looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, envy, and uncertainty. "You... you did it?" Mia stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Helena nodded, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling within her. Lisa's grin widened, a triumphant and excited glint in her eyes. Rachel, ever the stoic one, simply stared at the floor, her expression unreadable. The tension in the group was palpable, a thick, heavy blanket of unspoken words and lingering doubts. Mia fidgeted nervously, her hands twisting in her lap, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I... I want to go home," she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling with anxiety. The others exchanged glances, the reality of their situation settling in. The night had taken a toll on them all, and the once-exciting dare now felt like a heavy burden. They decided to call it a day, the weight of their experiences too much to bear any longer. As they gathered their things and made their way out, the air thick with the remnants of their dangerous game.

In my early thirties I started visiting the baths and found that I liked being slutty, breeding and getting bred with many guys. I learned that I liked nothing better than breeding a hole when my own hole was leaking multiple loads.

6 loads from 3 men yesterday. First hook a regular cockney man with a 6" uncut cick arrived at 10am. I went to work straight away sucking his cock before he had me on my back with me holding my legs apart and back. He held onto my asscheeks while eating my ass. My hole was loose and sloppy so no lube was required. He pounded my hole deep and hard balls deep and almost all the way out alternating with pulling it all the way out and ramming it back in. My nect hook up, a regular black guyappeared when he pulled out and started wanking his cock with the tip of his cock and and fist punching my asslips with every stroke before he rammed it back in and hackhammered me till he shot his load. He met my next hook up at the front door on his way out. I was still in the same position when he walked i into my living room naked with his hard 7" cock and rammed it in balls deep. He spat in my mouth and called me a slut. At 6'2" his muscular frame easily overpowers me and he's a top that loves getting his ass eaten and fucks me ass to mouth and breed 3 loads into my hole before he leaves 2 hours later. I have a a couple hours before my next hook up with a new guy I've been chatting with but my hole is loose so I plug it to keep the cum inside me. I arrived at the 3rd guys apartment plugged. He was at least 6'4 and wanted a guy with a sloppy loose hole to fuck with his thick 10" cock. His cock ring made is cock thicker then the pics he sent. He smacked it against my face and shoved as much as he could into my mouth then his low slung pendulous balls. He ordered my to get on back and show him my hole. He smiled and called me a good boy and handed me some poppers. He took a couple hits after me then randomly punched the base of my buttplug hard before he pulled it put and replaced it with 3 fingers working my hole then 4. Fucked me deep and pulling all the way out slowly then alternated with 4 fingers again. He built up the pase every time till he was alternating with his fists wrist deep and his cock. 5 punches the 10 , 15, 20 bred my hole then punched his load in with his fist half way to his elbow. He plugged my hole with a bigger plug. I cleaned his cum covered cock before he took took me to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet while he pissed all over my body, in my mouth and down my throat. He wiped me down with a towel and called me a hot pig. Back in his bedroom we smoked a joint and chatted while I suck his lickec his balls, furry hole and limp cock till it got hard again,throat fucking myself on it. His precum coated my mouth and his body was taut when he said he wants to watch me fuck my ass with his cock. I pulled out the plug and rode his cock till he bred a other load deep.into my guts and covered his cock with 5 loads that I fucked put of my hole. I cleaned his cummy cock while he pulled apart my slack asslips and licked my hole. As i was getting ready to leave he said he had a friend visiting this weekend and if i was into threesums. I'm seeing them both Saturday night. Can't wait.

Sorry for the slow start Part 1 - Intro Travis POV- I’m Travis, I’m a 5’ 8” blonde haired, green eyed white boy that just turned 18. I have a wonderful twink body that requires no attention but gets all the attention from girls and guys. I’m attracted to both but am very shy. I’ve never gotten past 2nd base with anyone. I have this best friend named Garth. I’m totally in love with him and will do anything he asks me to. We’ve talked about doing sexual things together but I usually chicken out due to my shyness. My parents are going out of town for the weekend and I’m going to spend it with Garth. He wants to hit up a party and he swears that he has found some sort of medicine that will help us relax. I really hope so. I really want to lose my virginity to my best friend. Today is the day of the party. I got all ready for this event that I had no idea about. I am hoping that we only stay at the party for a short while. Maybe we can come back to my place or go over to his place. I hope that everything will work out alright and we get to some sexual experience. I bought an enema set just for this special weekend. I followed the gay instructions and cleaned out; way out. I’m ready to do, just waiting on Garth to pick me up. I stare at my phone longingly, waiting for his text message. I start to mentally go over everything I had to go over for the night. - Clean out – check. - Shave everything smooth – check. Not that I really needed that one, I’m pretty naturally smooth. I just like to shave over to make sure. - Sexy underwear – check - Sexy new cologne – check - Condom in my pocket – check. Needed safety if we get that far. Text message hits my phone. It is Garth. He is out front waiting for me. I’m so nervous but ready for anything. I grab my house keys and head out the door. Garth POV- I’m Garth. I’m 18 and a half. I’m 5’ 10’’. I have jet back hair and piercing brown eyes. My body is right between twink and twunk thanks to the in house gym I have at home. I was also a virgin up until a few weeks ago. I mean, technically I still was but now I’ve given head and gotten head back. I even had 2 fingers in me while I was getting sucked off. It felt amazing. I attended this party at a friend of a friend’s place. He ended up pulling out some T for some of us to smoke. I didn’t want to be the only one not having fun so I also smoked some with the crowd. I say crowd but I ended up alone with Reggie. One thing led to another and suddenly we were going at it a bit. The second time I met up with Reggie was a week later and it was just the 2 of us. We hung out and smoked. The the next thing I remember is his body slapping into mine. That’s when I knew I was no longer a virgin. I was pretty high and loved every moment of it. I really liked Reggie and his bomb smoke. He told me I could come back but I had to bring a friend. He didn’t say why but I think I have an idea. Anyways, as soon as he said to bring a friend, I immediately thought of my best friend Travis. If anyone needed to unwind a little it was him. Plus he says he has the whole weekend to have fun without any interloping parents. But most importantly, I wanna see him on all 4’s begging for some dick like I was. I got ready to the evening the way any other guy does. Shower, shave, and overdue it on the cologne. Haha. I laugh because I know we are gonna be a sweaty mess soon enough. I know I loved trying the smoke out. I cant wait to see how Travis looks all smoked out. My dick starts to thicken just thinking of it. I calm myself down and get into my car. I’m driving over and get to Travis’s house. I text him and wait a few minutes until he ventures out. I ask him how he’s doing and I get a calm response of I’m ok. I laugh to myself, oh we’re gonna be a whole lot better than ok in a bit. I wait for him to buckle up and then im off to the races. I drive about 10 mins away and pull up to my favorite place on Earth, Reggie’s place. I text him that we are there and he opens the garage door. I pull my car right into the garage. As the garage door drops and finishes moving, I turn to Travis and say No going back now. I smile a handsome grin give him a kiss on the cheek. We exit the car and are greeted at the garage/kitchen door. There stands Reggie, our great host for the night. Part 2 - Reggie’s pad Reggie stood in the doorway. He is a a 5’ 11 African American man in his early 40’s. He has a muscular frame with broad shoulders. He has great pecks and arms. He is dressed in a black shirt and a pair of jeans. He has a very commanding presence; very alpha male feeling. This was went through Travis’s mind as he stared up at the man. R: please come in boys. The boys followed Reggie into the living room and sat on the large sectional couch. Travis sat right in the middle and Travis sat on one side of him. Reggie stayed standing up. R: are you boys thirsty? I can get us a couple of cokes. T: That will be great. Reggie disappeared into the kitchen. He cracked open 3 cokes and looks over at the boys. They are still sitting quietly on the couch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial and drops some thick liquid the cokes. He shakes them briefly before taking them into the living room for his guests. R: I hope you guys like your coke. They taste Great. All three take drinks from their cans. T: Oh mine must a be a little old. It has a bitter taste to it. G: Mine tastes great. I don’t know what you are talking about. R: I’m sorry. Would you like another? T: oh no, it’s fine, I drink them how they come **smile**. A nervous Travis downs his coke. Reggie picks up a remote and starts some music to fill the silence. T: I thought this was supposed to be a party? Where is everyone? R: oh I though Garth told you. We thought we could hand just us for a while before the parTy. So we can all relax a bit and see where the night goes. G: Yeah, I know how you are with too many new people so we decided this would be better. At least for a little while. T: Oh thank you for thinking of me. I thought that we were going to work on our stuff separately like after the party. G: Don’t worry. Reggie is just going to watch, observed and help guide use through this. He just wants to watch. It’s one of his things he likes, to watch younger guys parTy get wild. I’m getting ahead of myself though. Garth turns toward Reggie who already pulled out the black leather bag. Garth unzipped the bag and brought out the contents onto the coffee table. G: I’m going to show you how to relax and just go with things. Just like he showed me. T: Show me what? What is all that stuff. Garth pulled out a pipe and lighter and baggie filled with T. he opened baggie and filled the pipe. G: This is called Tina. It works like magic. You’ve got to try it with me. Garth lit the bowl and melted the T inside the bowl. The smoke started to collect and then through the pipe into his lungs. Garth held it a moment and then pushed out a big white cloud of smoke. G: okay, your turn. Here hold it like I was. And I’ll light it for you. Don’t suck until you see the smoke start to collect. Okay? Travis was overwhelmed. He was apprehensive about this situation and especially with a drug he’d never heard of. But his beloved asked and he gave in. Travis put the pipe up to his mouth and let Garth light the bowl. He breathed in G: Now hold it a moment. Good… now breath out. Travis let out a medium sized cloud. G: Good try. Now do another, this time bigger. Travis breathed in and held it. Breathing out another medium sized cloud but bigger than the first. Reggie stood up and reached for the pipe. R: Here, let me show you. Reggie took out a small torch and used it on the bowl. He blew out a huge white cloud that filled the line of vision for a moment. R: like that little boy. He hands the pipe back to Travis along with the torch. Repeating what he had just witnessed, he lit the bowl up with the torch and blew out a huge white cloud. R: Good boy Trying to impress the alpha male, Garth book the next hit using the torch and he too blew out a room full of clouds. R: Good Boys. Again. Oh, did you want another coke? G: Sure I’ll take one. We’ll share one. Reggie walked back to the kitchen knowing the boys were busy with their cloud competition. He didn’t even half to sneak with the G. He just pulled it right out and gave a double dose in the can. Reggie walked back to the living room with a can of soda and a wet towel. R: here you go. Another soda and a wet towel to cool off the pipe to refill it. Here hand me the pipe and I’ll refill it. Garth took 2 big bulps of the coke and sat down. G: is it me, or is it really hot in here? T: oh yes, it is warm. R: oh let me go turn on the AC but feel free to take your shirts off. I know I will be. Reggie got up and turned the thermostat on. Walking back he had his shirt already over his shoulder. He walked over to the boys. R: here let me help you. Reggie pulls Garth’s shirt right up and over his head. He does the same to Travis. Reggie started the next bowl with the torch and handed them back to Travis. He took a huge hit and tried to pass it to Garth but Garth seemed to be almost sleeping. T: Garth, are you alright? R: oh he’ll be alright. He’s just overheating because of the T. look he get better the more clothes I take off of him. Reggie practically rips the pants open and pull them down and off his legs. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and just sat there in the nude. His dick was semi hard and leaking precum. Reggie squeazed the boys nipples and then used his finger to collect some precum from his leaking dick. He pushed the finger to Travis’s mouth. Travis had never tasted such an amazing taste. T: OMG that is amazing. Is he okay? R: Yeah he just needs to cool off a bit and he’ll be white as rain. We should probably try to cool down too or we might overheat too. Travis didn’t need to hear anything more. He just listened to the alpha and dropped his pants and underwear. He revealed his own semi. Before he could even register that he was naked with Reggie, Reggie was naked too with his hard 9” dick sticking straight out and slight curve to the right. He used the same finger to scoop up some of his own precum and pushed it to Travis’s mouth and again he licked it all up.

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. He was a young man with short blonde hair and he was currently getting fucked by a hispanic man while also sucking off another guy. He seemed to be enjoying himself and immediately guided the next cock into his hole after the hispanic man stepped back sated. I could see cum dripping out of his ass and I watched in morbid curiousity temporarily detached from my own body despite the cock that was currently hungrily fucking me currently. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. As soon as I felt one cock finish pumping into me a new guy would use the previous man’s cum as lube to slide in my ravaged hole and the process would repeat itself. Most would cum in or on my ass, but others shot their loads in my mouth or face. Soon my eyelashes started sticking together, especially after that last cock, attached to a young skinny black man who had been jerking it wildly had sprayed his load all over my face. He had mostly missed my gaping mouth that I had presented him, and I had to blink a few times to remove a salty sting in my eye. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out and close the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. I just knew it had been many, and now I had dozens of stranger’s loads in me. This was crazy, it felt like a dream, I had been so reckless. I felt so dirty and used, and just well, a clump dump. Guaranteed I need to visit the clinic tomorrow I decided. Once the dizziness subsided I started examining the swing, and began to ponder how to get out. I did a couple of test pulls on my bonds, but realized pretty fast I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I heard the door open, and I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under still leaking asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. I’m already going to the clinic tomorrow... “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” Every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. ”You want AIDS?” He asked ramming his cock into my hole, “say you want my cum” I threw back my head and through clenched teeth I groaned, “Give it to me, I want it, I want it soooo bad.” ”Say you want AIDS.” I felt his cock swell, time seemed to slow down and I could feel his body tense. My ass was on fire, and he was still ramming me hard. My eyes went to his tattoo, flexing with his thrusts, his bare cock invading my ass, but I had already made up my mind, fuck the consequences... “..... I want AIDS.” ”Then take that poz cum faggot!!” “Ooooh....... fuuuck......” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. He was shooting a poz load right now; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the cum I could still feel flooding into me. I could count 3 splurts hitting my guts already, and he started fucking me even harder as the 4th left his tip, cum accumulating on the side of his shaft till I could see his pubic hairs become matted. His piercing still sent fire down my spine, especially when his cock momentarily slipped out, and he roughly rammed it back into me painfully tearing my ass in the process. Soon though I could feel his cock softening and he let it deflate in my ass as he caught his breath. I moaned as he slowly pulled out, squeezing his cock and milking every last drop inside. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... 5 minutes later another man pulled his spent cock from my ass adding his load to his buddy’s whom he had come in with. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. Luckily though they did untie my hands afterwards and I felt the room. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality.

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Part 2 We were a few days before the planned holiday. I already started to pack my suitcase. I wondered what I should pack. I did get a short list of stuff I needed to bring for the hotel. But a lot was whatever I wanted. I checked my mail again. The hotel did ask for a recent health check. guessed it was for the insurance or something. So some days ago I went to the clinic and got an HIV test. Damn, no mail yet. I hope I get it on time. So I went back to my suitcase. Let's see, I thought. Some swimming shorts, short pants, and some shirts. What's that? I'm looking closer. I did not put that in? A pack of condoms? How does that get in? My mom just walked by the room and laughed when she saw me looking at it. You never know, Jake, she she said outside the room. Better to be safe than sorry if you guys find a nice girl over there. My face instantly got red. Mommmm, I stumbled. "We all have been young," she said. "Better have them with you." While she walked through. Well, ok. I thought. Let's just keep her in that mindset. I grabbed some sunscreen and a toothbrush. Packed it all in. Then I heard my phone. It's mail. Let's see. The healtcheck from the clinical. Finally. Glad this is private; my mom would go insane if she saw it. Let's see. HIV status. It's negative. Just as I expected. Other diseases, none. Perfect. I went to the hotel site, logged in, and uploaded the health check. Oh. Now I see a visitor's part. And my name and status have been shown there. Damn, I thought… Not that private, I guess… But hey, you only see this when you book, so it's ok, I guess. And there are no photos of me there, so no one knows. I see another attachment with rules and agreement. I quickly click on it without reading. This is all normal I think another separate message appears, asking if I have read everything and I click yes. As I browse more in the visitor's part, I see I'm at the bottom part of the page. I guess it matches the part of the hotel. It even tells the room number you're staying in, but that part is not yet visible. It says not checked in yet. It also shows something like Load number. I'm not sure what that is, but I guess the hotel will explain when I arrive. I'm looking for Paul on the page, but I can't find him. I guess he has not uploaded the health check yet. I can see there are a lot of guys in already. Well. The hotel is huge, so it has more than 1000 guests, I guess. Maybe even more. I can see a top part too. Let's see. Oh, nice. Some guys have a bit more status, I see. They went past years or years too. They have a partial profile. It tells how old they are, how many times they went to the hotel, and even how they built it. I'm clicking on some of them. This guy is called Mark; he's 43 and went 6 times already. Damn. He should know the place. The profile says he's a muscular, hairy daddy type. His notes say; Play, be wild and keep the holiday feeling forever with you. Sounds nice, I guess. Hmmm. he can see I visited his profile. But that's ok, I guess. Nothing to hide. I can see an MSG button. So. I clicked on it and started writing to him. Hey, I was just uploading and checking things out when I saw your profile. I can see you've been going to the hotel for some years now, so maybe some advice? Is there anything I should take with me, next to clothing, etc.? Can I bring a camera? Because it's more of a secret gay hotel? Or not? The hotel says it has theme parties. Should I bring something with me for these and what are the themes? Do I need like a long pants, some suits, or so? Thanks already. And I sent it off. I browse a bit further and also see that Jason is uploaded. So, I think he is really coming. I also look at his profile. He is registered as a couple in the hotel. His notes say, we are a couple, but definitely approach us separately to. Paul will like this for sure. Although I hope that there will be no jealousy or that Paul will really fall in love with him, because then we will have an emotional vacation where he could just be "dumped". I mainly want to have a nice holiday and maybe gain some experience with boys, if possible I shut my computer off and went going. 1 day later Paul calls. Just 2 days before departure Jake, I'm really sick. I went to the doctor, and I can't travel now. I was shocked. What do you have, Paul? Well, it's some kind of flu, he said. Everything hurts. I have a fever. I went to the clinic, and they said it will stay with me some days, and I need to recover a bit when the fever is over. They told me to stay at home for at least two weeks. What??? But we booked the holiday, and we will fly off in 2 days. I know, Paul said. So I just contacted the hotel, and I could cancel my booking. But I can't cancel yours, though. I had to send them my doctor's notice and health check. So they canceled mine I don't think I'm going then, I said to Paul. It would mean I have to go all alone. I never went alone on a holiday, and we booked it together. Maybe we can book something else for over a few weeks. No, said Paul. I asked them. But they don't cancel yours. So that would cost you the money. There would also be a fine if you didn't show up, because you would be keeping a room free that someone else would have wanted. And besides. Jason is going; you know him a bit. Jason… but I never really spoke to him. It's your crush and sort of hookup friend. Not mine. "Jake," said Paul, "you don't really have a choice." "Just go." Have fun, go on swimming, enjoy the food, the party’s. The holiday will just fly over in no time. You will enjoy yourself. And you can tell me all about it later. And maybe we'll go next year together if you did like it. Take this chance to discover and go. I swallowed. Do I really have to? Do I really want this? But on the other side, I did pay the money, and I got my suitcase packed so far. I'm not sure, I said to Paul. I'll let you know, ok? You need to take some rest now. We hang up. Damn, I was thinking. Why does this happen to me? I log in at the hotel site again to read, reading it all again, to overthink. Hmmm. I have a message. It's the hotel. The cancellation of Paul, and if I still want the 2-person room. They don't charge more. I do have to agree; it will be called a special room for one of the theme nights (I keep the room then, , so nothing to worry about, but it makes me a special guest because I'll be all alone in the room now). Okay, well, I thought. If that's all. They are being good to me, I thought. Another message. Oh, it's from Mark. Almost forgot about him. So nice that he responds. Let's see what he writes. Hey, kid, I have been coming to the hotel for some years now. It's wild fun. Nothing compares to it. You can't bring your camera. Photos and videos are made by the hotel from you. You will get those when you check out. They have cameras everywhere so that you don't have to mind and just enjoy the holiday. The party's gear is given by the hotel. You only hear just before the party what the theme will be. So don't bother. Just have fun. They will do anything they can to let you and others enjoy. I will be happy to show you around and more. It's nice to see newbies joining in for this big holiday even. Till then. Greatings, Mark. He sounds friendly, I thought. Well. Let's give it a go then. I pick up my phone and send Paul a message. I'm going. I'll let you know how it was after the holiday then. Get healthy soon. Side Story: Paul did play around with Jason and his friends after Paul booked the hotel. They did actually fuck him, more than once. Paul just did not tell me yet. He got pozzed up in the pre party’s or sleepover. Who knows? He knew it when he did get some fever and had his test results back for the health check he had to give to the hotel. So he could not come. He was too sick, and the hotel canceled his booking because it did not match his negative status he confirmed when he booked the hotel. The bottom part of the hotel was fully booked already. (if somone likes to write the sidestory, mssg me 😉. I am working on the main story)

I like that reply. It's a good one . I feel everytime I let a guy fuck me and cum in me he could be poz and maybe not even on meds. He may not even know he is poz yet. I'm fine with it I always want a guy at the Bathhouse I go to fuck me bare and cum in my ass!

We started showering in gym class in first grade. Also in the early 1970s, we swam nude. It was in first or second grade, that while waiting for the coach to come unlock the door, that I first noticed the scents of the boys around. I didn’t know what it meant, but I loved it. I knew I couldn’t tell anyone else. For me, the locker room was the best part of gym class until graduation. I did jerk off a couple of times in the showers when no one else was around. I wish I would have been able to see all of that young, male flesh. I love being nude at a bathhouse. I don’t have a great body, but I like the idea of being naked with other naked guys. And, bathhouses remind me of the wonderful smells of the locker room.

Serosorting. I learned how to tell the difference between HIV+ and HIV- guys. Answer: You can't.

I was a scrawny little guy in grades 9 and 10 (about 4' 10") as well as a nerd so by grade 11 when I suddenly shot up to almost 6 feet I wasn't taking gym. Although I didn't have language for it then the change room and showers excited and embarrassed me way to much to do anything but retreat into a corner to get changed as fast and inconspicuously as possible. I might have showered twice, but was just too terrified to look around even as desperately as I wanted to. I suspect this is part of what drives my current passion for naked sunbathing and exhibitionism!

I started bare mainly because the guy lied to me and talked me into bareback. After that first time I was pretty put off of having sex again but then contacted him and went back a few times for more.

I was 19 years old in 1984 when I took a taxi to a gay bar in the small city in Upstate New York where I grew up. There was no sign identifying the bar, but all the local gay men knew it had a red lightbulb over the front door. I met a hot guy in his 30s named Mateo who wanted to fuck me, but we did not have a place to do it. An overweight and rather unattractive guy in his mid 50s named Larry sat on a nearby stool and overheard our dilemma and called Mateo over to him so he could share a possible solution. They introduced themselves by name and shook hands as Mateo took a seat on the stool next to Larry. What was interesting about the ensuing conversation with Larry, was that I was not part of it as I now sat on my stool as a distant bystander, while they talked about me like I was not even there. Larry told Mateo he would love to help Mateo fuck a slut. And while he did not have a place to go, he had a huge Chrysler New Yorker in the parking lot with dark tinted windows. Larry said there was lots of room in the backseat to fuck if Mateo wanted to use the backseat of his car. Larry said he would do one better and drive on the nearby freeway and some deserted roads while Mateo slut fucked in the backseat. Larry said if Mateo was going fuck a slut in a car, better for it to be moving than parked somewhere where the authorities could come across you at any time. Larry told Mateo that if he stayed within the speed limit and obeyed the rules of the road, no one would expect fucking going on in the backseat. Larry then asked Matteo if he had a driver's license which Mateo confirmed he did. Larry told Mateo the only thing he wanted in exchange for his time and gas for driving around, was to fuck the whore in the backseat as payback, while Mateo drove the New Yorker back to the bar. Mateo responded, "Fuck yeah, let's do this!" and he and Larry started to move off their stools. Mateo came over to me, briefly making eye contact, and held up his thumb and index finger, pointing to the front door of the bar, as Larry led the way out. Once we got to Larry's car, Mateo and I got in the back seat and closed the door. Mateo’s demeanor toward me changed during his conversation with Larry. When we first met, Mateo seemed excited to meet me and freely engaged me in conversation like he was interested. Now he was no longer communicative and quite honestly, I felt I was nothing more than a sexual object. There was a distance and hardness to Mateo’s temperament that had not existed earlier. As Larry got behind the steering wheel, he started the car. It was a humid night in upstate New York, even late at night after dark, so Larry rolled down all the electronic windows to let some fresh air in. In the meantime, Mateo pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, like I was a kid needing help getting undressed. Once I was bare-assed naked except for my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers, Mateo announced to Larry, “I think we are all ready to go!” As Larry put the car in drive and drove out of the gravel parking lot, Mateo picked up my shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and threw them over his shoulder, tossing them out the open window! Suddenly panicked, I attempted to open my car door to get my clothes, but Larry had the childhood locks set so the door would not open! Mateo commented to Larry, “I wonder if the whore’s clothes will still be in the parking lot when we get back?” to which Larry responded, “Hard to say!” with a chuckle. I was both panicked and at their mercy as Larry approached the nearby entrance to I-81 and turned onto the freeway and accelerated to 60 mph. Mateo meanwhile stripped off his sneakers and jeans and then pushed my mouth down on his big brown uncut cock to get it wet. Mateo then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up in the air high, so my sneakers were almost touching the ceiling. Mateo pushed himself inside of me with one full thrust and laid his body on top of mine, his 6’2” body engulfing my smaller 5’7” thin body. Our heads were side by side, but there was no talking going on as he started to thrust inside of me feverishly. I am not sure how long he fucked me with me wedged between the backseat and his body, but my pussy was now open, freely accepting his cock. After a long time, Mateo lifted off me and looked around to see where we were located. He pulled me up, and as I looked around, I realized we were now driving down a dark deserted country road. The one thing about upstate New York is it did not take long to get from populated to secluded areas… Mateo decided to fuck me doggy. He pushed my legs and knees together, so he had room for his right knee on the backseat and his left foot on the floorboard. Mateo stuck his cock in me and started fucking me full force, bucking his hips hard against my ass as his big hands clamped tightly against my hips. As he fucked me hard, my hands were on the seat holding me up. Each time Mateo's hips forcefully thrust forward, however, it caused me to inch forward and after a short time, the top of my head was literally hitting against the car door as I stared down at the seat! After several thrusts, I lifted my hands up against the side of the door, and up further until my hands were squeezing the top of the door where the window slit was located now that the window was down. This not only stopped my head from banging against the door, but it gave me some leverage so Mateo could not push me forward any further. Mateo must have sense my naive plan, because he unexpectedly bucked my hips with so much force, my body lunged forward and my hands lost their grip on the top of the door. My body lunged forward, so my hands slipped though the open window! As my body tilted forward and having lost all my leverage, Mateo used his strong thighs and knees to force my hips forward, until they were against the door along with my thighs and knees. This caused my naked body to be hanging outside the open window from the waist up! Mateo firmly grabbed the top of the door where the window slit was located with his big hands, like I had done just moments before. Unlike mine, Mateo's grip was firm and with his bigger body planted directly behind me and big cock stuffed up my hole deep, I was wedged between Mateo and the door with no place to go. I yelled as my head, arms, and hands were dangling and flailing out the window and I felt the night wind blowing against my naked body. Mateo did not break his pace and continued to fuck me hard from behind. After a long fuck and feeling some wind burn on my face, Matteo pulled me back inside of the car, keeping me impaled on his cock as he sat in the center of the backseat with one foot on either side of the center hump of the floorboard. I became Mateo’s bouncy little boy as he continued to grip my waist, lifting me up off his cock and then pulling me back down until he was balls deep again. At one point, Mateo put his hands under the back of my thighs and started lifting upward so my knees moved against my chest. Mateo ordered me to spread my legs wide so the bottoms of my sneakers were against the back of the front headrests. I felt like a two-bit whore with my legs spread so wide, as gravity fully impaled me on Mateo's cock, with Mateo lifting me up and pushing me down by my waist to control the rhythm of the fuck. After a while, Mateo positioned his hands underneath my thighs to pull my spread knees back toward my chest again. With a fluid motion, Mateo moved his hands and arms, so his arms snaked under my arm pits and his hands moved and clasped behind my neck. Mateo had me restrained in the full nelson wrestling position, with me totally immobilized and I was forced to take his full cock and he pistoned it in and out of me as hard as he could. That put Mateo over the edge as he soon yelled, “Take my babies, bitch!” and buried his cock and his seed deep inside of me with one final thrust. Mateo released his hold, and I stretched my legs and put my sneakers back behind the headrests. Mateo held me in place fully impaled on his cock and let out a deep loud growling “WOOF!” as Larry pulled the car to the side of a deserted road. It is like the three of us were in a coordinated dance as Larry got out of the car and opened the back door behind the driver’s seat slightly so Mateo could get out when ready. Mateo lifted me off his cock and pushed me over to sit on the backseat behind the front passenger seat, ordering me to “keep my babies inside of you, bitch, so you don’t get them on the leather seat.” Mateo got fully dressed as Larry moved around the back of the car to the back passenger side door where I now sat. Larry unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He slipped off his loafers and took his pants and underwear fully off and then slipped his loafers back on his feet. I shuttered a bit as I looked at Larry's body because he was someone I would never consider having sex with. He had a belly, and man boobs, and an unattractive face. As I was lost in my thoughts, Larry opened the back passenger door where I was sat and said, “Time to pay up, bitch! Get on your fucking hands and knees!” as he threw his clothes on the floorboard and started coming toward me through the open door. By this time, Mateo had exited the backseat, closing the door behind him. I moved in as far as I could toward the door Mateo had closed as Larry crammed himself in the back seat and closed his door behind him. I was a bit startled as Mateo reached through the open window and grabbed underneath my armpits with his big hands. He firmly pulled my body toward him and through the open window until my waist over the edge of the door, with the top half of my body fully hanging outside of the car again. Mateo harshly said, “Stay in this fucking position and be a good whore to pay Larry back for the generous use of his car!” With that, Mateo slapped my face hard and opened the driver’s door to get in the front seat. In the meantime, I felt Larry’s body behind me as he ordered, “Take my fat German sausage up your used cunt, whore!” as he shoved his surprisingly fat cock deep inside of me. I inhaled at the thickness of Larry’s cock, as Mateo pulled the car back onto the deserted road. While Larry’s cock was nowhere near as long as Mateo’s, it was much thicker and stretched me further. Larry got a steady rhythm down when I suddenly and unexpectedly felt something wet hit the portion of my body hanging out the window. At first, I wondered if it started to rain, but as the wetness hit me again, I realized it was at the wrong angle for rain. By the time I felt the spray of wetness the third time, I realized that Mateo was hocking up loogies and blowing them out his open window to let the force of the air as he drove splatter the loogies against my body! As Mateo’s loogies continued to splash against my body, I started getting nervous because I saw lights in the distance as we started getting closer to the city. Panic hit me when I saw the headlights of a vehicle driving toward us. As the headlights got closer, I started pushing my ass back on Larry’s cock as I intuitively tried to push myself inside of the car to keep my naked body from being seen. Larry’s body, however, held the top half my body firmly in place outside of his car at my waist, and headlights be damned, he was not about to let me back inside anytime soon. The road was wide enough that the car did not pose any physical threat to me, but the vehicle’s headlights allowed the driver to see my naked body from the waist up hanging out the window, including my full face! Because I was grinding my ass against Larry’s cock, futilely hoping by some miracle that would get my body fully back inside his car, I’m sure it was pretty obvious to the person driving toward us that I was getting fucked! As the vehicle got closer, the guy flashed his headlights a couple of times and as we passed him, now under streetlights at the edge of town, the driver's eyes make direct contact with mine for an instant. I had a sense that my eyes were pleading to be anywhere else but there, staring at this stranger for a fleeting moment. The stranger meanwhile quickly tapped on his horn twice as he drove past us in his red truck. Mateo tapped the horn of the New Yorker twice in response, sharing a moment with the stranger now in the rearview mirror. At this exact moment, I heard Larry's labored breathing as he grunted hard and loud, dumping his load inside of me. Larry pulled his cock out of me and pulled me back inside of the car. He ordered me to turn around and clean off his cock as Mateo drove through the city and back to the parking lot. The parking lot had no direct lighting but the nearby streetlights casted an orange hue that softly lit the parking lot. Once parked where it all began, Mateo got out of the car and walked around to other side of the car to let Larry out. After Larry got out of the car, he grabbed his underwear and pants from the floorboard and left his door open as he put his clothes back on. As Larry zipped himself up, I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot, driving over the gravel. It drove up next to Larry’s car facing the opposite way, so the driver was looking straight into the window where I was sitting. It was the driver of the red truck who saw me getting fucked 10 minutes earlier. Both Mateo and Larry walked over to the stranger’s truck to speak with him, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a bit, Mateo walked over to the driver’s side passenger door and opened it for me, and I got out of the car, naked except for my socks and sneakers. I stood behind the open door, using it as a shield to hide my naked body. I noticed the parking lot was empty except for three vehicles, the third which I assumed was Mateo’s. The stranger got out of his truck and walked over to get a better look at me. In the soft orange hue of the parking lot, this stranger looked like he was in his late forties and more of a farm hand kind of guy. He had cowboy boots on and jeans, as well as a button-up shirt. He was taller than me and bulky. He was a decent looking guy overall. I asserted myself momentarily by telling all three men that I needed to find my clothes, and started walking away from them, desperately searching the parking lot for my missing t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. They were nowhere to be found, and the stranger finally yelled, “Boy you better get bare ass over here before someone sees you and you get arrested for indecent exposure.” And with that I walked back toward the three men feeling defeated. The stranger looked at me and said, “You have a choice boy: The three of us drive off and leave you in this parking lot bare-assed naked and you take your chances, or you come with me and let me use your cunt to empty my bull balls.” He turned and walked to his truck and I followed him. As he reached his truck, I started to walk around the front of the truck to get in the passenger seat when the stranger told me to hold up and called me over to him. He walked toward the back of his truck and said, "Boy, you ride in here," and patted the top edge of the truck bed. Feeling I had no choice, I walked to the end of the truck and hoisted myself up into the truck bed by putting my foot on the bumper. Once inside, the stranger motioned me toward the front and told me to sit in the center of the truck bed with my back against the window and wall of the front cabin where he would sit and drive. I felt like his possession as he reassured me that it was about 4am and I would be fine riding in the truck bed for the 35-minute drive to his place in the country. The stranger got in his truck and started the engine, put his truck in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. As the truck started to pick up speed and drive down the road, I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked up to see Mateo and Larry standing at the New Yorker with the driver's side door open. They both smiled big and waved to me…with my clothes in their hands. I was startled when the stranger tapped is horn twice in response, as I watched Mateo and Larry get into their respective vehicles, taking my clothes with them.

Met a cute boy at a campground. We clicked right away and I took him back to my campsite. He pulled out a condom as he climbed into my tent. I let him set it beside us while we played. Eventually I flipped him over, climbing on top, and started teasing my own rump with his cock. It didn't take long until I was lubing him up and pushing on his cock (i always go a little brain dead when i feel a hard cock on my bare butt). Naturally, he slipped in a bit. He felt so good. I leaned down and whispered, 'I think he likes it'. He nodded. 'You want to take me raw boy?' He nodded again. I slid down another inch, he moaned. 'You wanna cum in me?' I pretty much begged. His eyes lit up and he said "fuck yes". With that I slid all the way down on him. He was thick at the base and it took me by surprise as my own weight forced him deep into me, I took it like a good boy. According to him, it made my eyes roll back. I rode him like that until he shot it all inside me, and then i came all over his chest. He bred me 3 more times that weekend, and I'm pretty sure the neighbors watched. When I went to pack out, the condoms were still lying in the same spot. Useless.

I awoke the next morning, feeling as though my rest hadn't done much to solve my tiredness. My throat was still dry, and I crawled out of bed and hit the kitchen to gulp down some water--hydration before a run was important. The cold water felt wonderful going down, and I trudged back to the bed room and slipped into a light-fit shirt and shorts and pulled on my running shoes. I headed down the road to my local trailhead, and decided to take one of the easier paths--I really wanted to run. I was about 20 minutes into my run and I just didn't seem to have the energy I normally do. I had definitely worked up a sweat, despite my short exertion on the trails, but it felt good to be outside in the warm air. I decided if I didn't have the energy to run, I'd at least explore a trail. I found myself heading up the same trail on which I had met G a week past. I struggled a bit to get up some of the initial steep inclines, almost pushing myself up off each rock. It took me about 45 minutes to reach that fallen tree where I had been caught so off-guard, but there I was again sitting on it. Catching my breath, I looked around and again took in the scenery. A hand landed on my shoulder and I jumped straight off the log. I heard a laugh from behind and knew instantly that Gerry had once again managed to sneak up on me. I turned and there he was, in that same red tank top he'd had on before and a pair of basketball shorts, with a small backpack slung over his right shoulder. "Well hey there, Reid, haven't seen you the last couple days! Good to see you back up in the hills." "Yeah," I responded, "been a crazy, busy week. New job and all." "Oh yeah? Last we talked all I knew is you had just gone through a breakup and were out exploring the world again," he said with a smirk. "Guess you really are going through a period of new beginnings and all!" "Yeah, I suppose." "You seem a little off today," he said, with just a hint of concern on his face. "Everything okay?" "Yeah, I'm just a little worn out already. Wanted to really get in a good run and all, but I'm just not feeling it today, which is unusual for me." "Oh really? Well maybe some company will help perk you up?" Oh, it would, and it did. As if on-cue, I felt my cock twitch. In all the ass-fucking frenzy of the previous night I hadn't gotten off. My ass may have still been a bit sore, but my cock was all ready to take the lead. And by the lead, I mean straight into more trouble of the sexual kind. But hey, I'm gullible, and I figured maybe this time I could keep my composure and let a hike be a hike. "Sure, maybe the motivation will get me going." "Great! Let's head up the trail again, it's my favorite of course!" And with that, we were off again. G had taken note of how I didn't seem to be at a full-energy level, so he didn't press the pace. We headed up the trail, occasionally chatting about my new job. Being tech support, it's hard to converse about what I do with people not technically-inclined, but he seemed to grasp most of what I told him when I did occasionally get into some detail. He really seemed fascinated by the fact I was able to do as much as I did from the comfort of my home, though as I pointed out most tech problems usually end up being the user or the software. I hadn't yet encountered a situation where hardware had been at fault. "Here, want to take a rest?" he suddenly asked. I looked around and realized we had reached that spot where last time we had explored each other. Or, well, G had explored me. "Yeah," I responded. "I didn't realize we had gotten this far up already." "I figured if we talked a bit, it would take your mind off the climb. Seems I was right," he observed. And he was. I hadn't really been focusing on my lack of energy, which seemed to be a little higher now that we had been moving around. We sat on that same large fallen tree that just days ago I had been bent over. G pulled a pair of water bottles out of his backpack and handed one to me. We both drank pretty greedily--it was fairly warm after all. With just an inch or so of water left in his, he lifted the bottle over his head and poured it over himself. He shook his head back and forth, spraying the water in all directions including on me. "Ha! Sorry bud, got you a little wet there," he laughed. "All good," I said with a little laugh of my own. The silliness of it brought a little levity to my atypically down mood. His hand landed on the back of my neck as he brushed some of the splashes off. My cock twitched feeling the warmth of his hand hit my skin. He noticed. "Oh, didn't realize brushing water off would affect THAT!" I blushed and turned my head to the left to face him, and realized his face had already moved in close. I was powerless to respond as his lips made contact with mine, separating them and his tongue pushing deep into my mouth. His hand moved up from my neck to the back of my head and pulled me face further against his and his tongue sank back almost to my tonsils. His tongue explored my mouth for a couple minutes as his other hand moved to grip my now rock-hard cock through my shorts. He gave my member a few squeezes, before reaching down my thigh, finding the opening in my shorts where my left leg exited, and reaching up in to caress my balls. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little, but locked his eyes on mine. "I've been hoping to see you again. I had such an amazing time with you last we met, I've been hoping we could do it again." I didn't know how to respond, and as his hand in my shorts slowly moved from my balls down betwen my legs, I simply closed my eyes, moaned, and spread my legs giving his fingers access to probe my hole. I felt one of them begin to just penetrate my opening, and suddenly felt something begin oozing out. G noticed it too, and pulled his hand back slowly, and his hand emerged from my shorts with a glob of cum on the inside of his fingertip. "Oh my, what have we here?" "Oh, um, sorry," I said weakly, "I fooled around a little last night." Shit, I felt like such a fool not having anticipating this, or at the very least cleaning myself up a bit more after last night's plowing. I knew I had just blown the moment. "So what you're saying is, you came prepared?" Whoa, hadn't....... thought of it that way? G stuck his finger in his mouth briefly and sucked the cum off it, then stood up in front of me. He reached forward and with his hands clamped in my armpits, pulled me up off the log to stand squarely before him. For just a moment neither of us moved, our eyes were locked and nothing was said. His hands drifted down to my shorts and with a quick tug they dropped to the ground once my cock had sprung free. It bounced up and hit my pelvis, a strand of precum swinging up and sticking to my stomach. His hands next moved upward, slipping under my shirt and pulling it upward. My arms swung up and my shirt was up and over my head and on the ground in one swoop. I stepped gently out of my shorts, naked in front of G except for my shoes. His eyes remained locked on my as he slowly pulled his tank top up and over his head. His massive chest was fairly furry as he exposed it to me for the first time, and I noticed he had some tattoos, though it was hard to make them out fully beneath his fur and his dark, tanned skin. I was about to ask him about it when my eyes followed his hands down to his shorts, and the cock pointing out from within them. He knew I was watching and slowly pulled the front of his shorts out and freed his 8-inch, thick monster. As his shorts dropped to the ground, his own strand of precum dangled from the droop of foreskin hanging from the front. He gripped his cock with his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back, exposing the pink mushroom it covered. My eyes never left it. He broke my trance by reaching down and picking up his shorts. He took them in hand, along with his tank top, and then reached down to collect my shirt and shorts. He laid them out on the trunk as if creating a bed. He turned to me and held out his hand--I took it. He guided me over and then sat me in the middle of the blanket of clothing. He pulled up on my left leg while pressing down on my chest and I realized he wanted me to lay back on the log; I did exactly as he wished.

Part 3 – Personal Attention Reggie stood up and collected the parTy supplies and placed them in the black leather bag. He then turned to Travis. I’m going into my room to continue. R: You can sit hear and wait for Garth or you can follow me. He’ll be fine right there. We’ll come back to check on him in a little while. T: Okay Reggie grabbed Travis and threw him over his shoulder. Travis was turned on by being manhandled. They entered a dark room with a bed in the center. That is all Travis could make out with the low lighting. Reggie threw the twink on the bed and threw him the black bag. R: Lets see how well you were paying attention. Go ahead and pack the bowl. And make it a big bowl. I wanna unlock you inner whore. Travis did not know why he was so turned on by being called a whore. He didn’t know why he was turned on by any of this. He followed the directions as well as he could remember and lit the bowl with the torch. The first hit was a huge success and huge cloud. R: That’s it my boy. That’s it. Here hand me that. Reggie took his hit and got next to Travis on the bed. He turned to Travis and blew the cloud right in his face while reaching for his nipples. Just a slight tug and a moan escaped the twink’s mouth. R: I want you to blow clouds on me but this time on my dick. You got that? Travis nodded and lit his bowl. He took a big hit and lowered his mouth on the black meat. He was able to get about half of it in his mouth before coughing up the cloud. Reggie rubbed the back of the twink’s head softly. R: Again Travis repeated but this time when he went to exhale, Reggie pushed him down further on this dick. Travis coughed trying to breath but the big black dick was cutting off his air. Reggie relented and let go just in time. R: Again Travis repeated this process until he was able to get all the the black meat down his throat. It was only for a few seconds but gawd did it make Reggie feel great. Each time Travis’s throat clenched his dick, he almost wanted to cum straight down his throat. But he was holding out. R: ok now get on all fours. I wanna see that ass winking at me. Travis complied and was head down ass up read for inspection. R: Mmm, nice smooth white boy pussy. Mmmm. Reggie lunged right in and pushed him tongue into the quivering hole. T: OOOOH MG. omg, ahhhhhhhhh That’s when Reggie realized the boy was hard trying to jerk off at a weird angle. He had not thought about the boys dick at all. It was a creamy white 7’’ but almost at thick as his own 9’’ meat. This brought an evil thought to his mind. R: do you want this big dick in your hole? T: yes, I need to get fucked. I want to give my virginity away. Take it from me. I’m giving it to you. Fuck me already please. R: Alright but I need you to do something for me first. It’s a bit evil and I think the T has helped me open your dark side. I wanna feed that dark side. I’ll be right back. Part 4 - Waking up Garth Reggie walked out of the room. A minute or two went by before reggie returned with Garth over his shoulder. He walked over to dimly lit corner of the room. Travis finally focused enough to make out a sling in the corner. He was strapping Garth into the sling. R: okay so I think it’s safe to tell you what the plan was when you got here. Now that you are tweaking hard, you will appreciate this. In those sodas was another drug called Gina. It calms shit down and relaxes while the tina energizes and makes your horny. you drink enough Gina and you pass out. You were supposed to pass out and placed in the sling for us to use. I think you are tweaked enough to do this voluntarily now. Am I wrong? T: No, I wanna get fucked in the sling. R: Thought so. Well someone couldn’t handle the plan and drank too much of the soda. He’ll be okay. In fact he should be waking up sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck him awake. Your load in him to get my load in you. Travis was shocked. How could that have been the plan? How could Garth have betrayed him like that. He knew the answer though. Tina – this evil drug that works magic on your body and mind. But could he actually go through with it? Rape his best friend? He had always pictured him getting fucked by Garth not the other way around. Travis kept trying to think straight but the evil Tina thoughts won out. Of course he wanted to rape his best friend, that cunt tried to set him up. T: I’ll do it. What do I do? Reggie lined him up with Garth’s body in the sling and pushed his head into the twunk’s ass. R: Eat his hole. Lick it right up. Lube that fucker up. Travis stuck out his tongue and had his first taste of hole. He was slobbering it up in no time. He was tongue fucking his friend like he was born to do it. With Garth knocked out still, his hole gave little resistance to the tongue invasion. Travis pulled away and pushed 2 fingers into the wet cunt. The soft feeling was strange to him but his dick jumped at the thought of being inside of his friend. He was ordered to push a third and then fourth finger into the sleeping hole. Reggie maneuvered around Travis and pushed his fingers into the hole. His fingers had 2 chunks of Tina between the fingers. He left the fingers in while the Tina melted away. Travis hadn’t caught it but was told to stand up straight. R: now don’t over think this kind guesture. Reggie got down on his knees and put Travis’s dick in his mouth. He quickly coated the dick with saliva and then got back up. R: Don’t ever think it. Just line it up with his hole. He’s out cold right now so his hole should be easy to slide into. Travis pushed forward and the feeling nearly overwhelmed him. He was holding his breath. He let it out as he bottomed out his thick meat inside of his friend. His best friend. His beautiful bitch of a friend. Travis felt his friend’s ass grip his dick like a soft glove. He slowly rocked back and forth. R: Now don’t do that. Don’t soft fuck him. You’re not laying with a lover. You are fucking a little whore who loves the dick. Travis heard the words and picked up his pace. He was slamming into the sleeping body with intent to leave sore. Reggie walked around to Garth’s head and opened some smelling salts and placed them in Garth’s nostrils. This jolted the poor boy awake. Awake but still out of it. He was trying to come to but moaning every other sound. Travis had stopped in his tracks and waited for his friend to get more awake. As soon as Garth was able to look up at Travis, Travis pulled all the way out and slammed his thick meat straight back in. This kicked all the air out of Garth and he was stuck in a different daze. His hole gripped down on the invading dick. Travis responded with another pull out and slam in. He continued to fuck him like that until Garth was no longer gasping for air. He was in moaning mode. G: Whaaaats going on? Why am I in here? Mmmmm R: Travis is just waking you up from your G-hole. Dont you just love his thick dick? You never told me he had such a great dick. G: Ohhhh! Mmmmm But I'm supposed to top. Ohhhhh. T: Plans change Travis grips Garth by the waist and long dicks him again. This time he's cumming into the used hole of his best friend. T: I'm cumming. I'm cumming Reggie grabs Travis by the shoulders R: Congratulations on becoming a man. Hope you liked the feeling of nutting in a whore. But now its your turn to be fucked like a bitch. get back on your fours.

Let’s see those XXL dildos and monster Toys!! I’ll start…

The Pleasure Principle This takes place before Captain America: Winter Solider “I don’t understand,” Captain America said, shifting from one leg to the other. “It’s simple Captain,” Agent Sitwell explained, “According to the regulations you are overdue for your yearly physical.” “But…I’m in perfect health, the serum…” Sitwell held a hand up, “That is all well and good, but the rules are the rules, to remain on active duty you need a yearly physical.” The Avenger sighed, “So I just go to a doctor…” “No,” Sitwell said, handing the man a business card, “This is a SHIELD doctor, he is the only one qualified to give you a physical.” He took the card, “Doctor Black?” Sitwell nodded, “It’s a secure facility, we can’t have your medical information falling into the wrong hands.” The Captain slipped the card into his belt, “That it?” “He’s expecting you this afternoon.” Steve opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it, after all Sitwell was just an agent, he didn’t make the rules, “Thank you,” he said walking out of the office upset…there went his day. As soon as the hero was gone Sitwell pulled out his cell and dialed a number, “He’s coming today…no he suspects nothing. Yes…I agree…” before hanging up he smiled and said, “Hail Hydra.” Steve pulled up in front of the doctor’s office on his bike and checked the address again. It didn’t look like any doctor’s office he had seen, but then again. He was still relatively new to this time, in his day and age doctors worked out of their house, mostly not bland, unmarked buildings with blank windows. It looked more like a government building than anything. “Which makes sense if it’s some secret government medical building Steve,” he muttered to himself, turning his bike off. He was pissed and there was no getting around it, since he had woken up his life had seemed to be out of his control. From Loki to SHIELD to finding out Peggy was a dementia ridden senior citizen in a nursing home…it all just kept coming and he never had a break. “What you need is to get laid,” Tony had quipped last time they saw each other, “No joke Captain, it’s been what? 60 something years? There’s blue balls and then there’s whatever you’re suffering from.” Steve had blistered at the joke, only because it had hit home. Dr. Erskine had explained how the serum would make everything in him more, but he had failed to explain that meant everything. Steve’s sex drive, which back in the day was bad enough, had multiplied tenfold. Before he was a skinny, unattractive kid who had no money, so his only recourse was masturbation, regular masturbation…something that Bucky used to tease him about mercilessly. “It ain’t your flat feet that keep getting you rejected,” he said one afternoon, “It’s the fact you’re blind as a bat from all that jerking off!” Like Tony’s comment it had angered him because it was true, at the time Steve had been resentful, after all not everyone looked like Bucky and could get any girl they wanted. The irony that now he looked way better than Bucky ever did and was still sexually frustrated was not lost on him. As he walked into the building, he mused the reason he was so pent up was the same reason he had been 60 years before. The truth was that Steve had never learned how to talk to girls and that knowledge hadn’t been given to him when he was turned into a living legend. Now he was just a twenty something virgin in the body of a Greek god and a cock that was dying to be used. Natasha took great joy in teasing him about it, no doubt sharing Tony’s belief that he needed to get laid. As he walked up to the small window and rang the bell, he wished it was that easy. An attractive woman slid the window opened and smiled, “Hello, you must be Steve Rogers?” Steve felt himself start to blush as he nodded, “Yes ma’am, I’m here for my physical.” She nodded, “We’ve been expecting you, just take this clipboard, you can fill these forms out over there and bring them back to me.” Steve took the clipboard and sat in one of the offered chairs. As he filled out the information he glanced up at the receptionist, noticing how beautiful she was, she had an incredible body, but it was covered with a stylish dress which turned Steve on all the more. These days it seemed girls just showed everything to everyone, and it was a huge turn off to him. He shifted in his seat as he felt his cock start to harden. He bit his bottom lip as he began thinking of anything else but women to get it to stop. The problem was since the serum, his nerve endings were so sensitive that even the small movement against his underwear was enough to turn him on. He shifted in his seat as he filled the forms out, willing his member to soften for once in his life. Once he was done, he walked back over to her, making sure the clipboard was covering his erection, “Here you go ma’am.” She took it and looked it over, “Great, look, I know this might sound forward of me…” Steve held his breath as he waited for her to continue. “Do you think you could sign this for my son? He is 4 and is your greatest fan, my husband bought him a fake shield like yours and he wears it everywhere.” Of course she was married. Steve faked a smile, “I’d be happy to.” He signed a piece of paper for her when a young man in a white lab coat walked out. Steve ignored him at first, assuming he was a lab tech or something. When the boy said, “Captain Rogers?” Steve looked over at him, “Yes, is the doctor ready for me?” He smiled, “Yes, I am.” Steve paused, the words not synching up with what he was looking at. This kid was in his mid-twenties, handsome, blond hair, bright blue eyes…no way he could be a doctor! “You’re Doctor Black?” The boy smiled, “I am, I graduated high school at 15, college at 18 and graduated from SHIELD’s accelerated medical program just last year. So yes sir, I am your doctor.” Steve shook his head, he was never going to be used to this time, “Sorry about that, am used to…” “Older doctors, I know,” the boy said with a casual smile, “It’s ok, I’m used to it. You want to come back with me?” Steve nodded and followed the boy…er man down the long, cold hallway. Back here the place looked more like a SHIELD operation, no posters, no decorations, just stark functionalism. The doctor walked him back to an exam room and closed the door behind him, “This is a secure room, no one will come in and interrupt our exam.” Steve looked at the door, “Um ok, is that normal?” The doctor grabbed a clipboard, “It takes a above top-secret clearance just to take your blood much less exam it, so I will be the only one doing the exam, no one else here has the clearance.” “All this for a physical?” The boy looked up and smiled at him, “We can’t be too careful, can we? You can disrobe.” Steve looked around, “Here?” “Captain, you are about to spend the next hour or so in this room with me naked, if you’d like I can turn around, but I am going to see everything eventually.” Steve sighed as he bent down to untie his shoes, “I meant there is usually a gown.” “Would you like one? I wasn’t aware you were this shy.” Steve pulled the shirt over his head, “I’m not shy, let’s just get this over with.” The doctor watched as the Avenger’s flawless body was revealed. Steve tried to ignore the fact his cock was rock hard, there was nothing he could do about it now, so he just stood there. “My god,” Dr. Black said in awe, “I had…I mean…” he shook his head, “You hear about how the serum changed your body but seeing it in person, it’s amazing.” Steve felt so exposed, but he didn’t move, for some reason it was important to him not to show fear to his kid, his ego refused to let him be weak in this moment, “No offense Doctor, but I don’t have all day.” Black nodded and gestured to the exam table, “Go ahead and have a seat,” he went to fasten a blood pressure cuff ion the man and paused, “I honestly don’t think we have one big enough for your bicep, we’ll just use your forearm.” He wrapped the device around Steve’s forearm and attached a device to his finger. Black put his stethoscope on and began listening to the hero’s heartbeat. “You sound like a machine,” Black commented, “Strong and steady.” The machine beeped and he glanced at the number, “92 over 78…Olympic athletes don’t have those kinds of readings.” Steve said nothing as a probe was inserted into his ear, “Temperature is good, no obstructions, excellent.” “We done?” Steve said, starting to stand. Black pushed him back down onto the table, “I’m sorry no, we are just starting. This is a comprehensive physical Captain, stem to stern, I just meant your vitals were excellent.” Steve sighed and sat back down. The doctor began to run his hands over Steve’s head, moving through his hair, “I am checking for any signs of cuts or abrasions as well as any indication of lice or bugs,” he moved down looking at Steve’s hands and nails before cupping his hands under the hero’s chin. “Stick out your tongue for me.” Steve complied, looking into the doctor’s deep blue eyes…they looked…familiar almost. “Where are you from?” Steve asked as Black put the stethoscope back on. “Deep breath and hold it…” Steve did so, and he moved it, “Again.” When he was done the doctor took off the device, “I was born in Germany and my family moved to the states when I was young. Now I’m going to press on your stomach…” he placed his hands on the Avenger’s tight abs and pushed, “No pain, right?” Steve shook his head. Black’s hand roamed over the eight pack, “I bet, you could probably stop a bullet with these.” Steve shivered, his cock throbbing visibly. His face turned red, “Sorry doc, it’s just everything is more sensitive…” Black nodded, “I read about that, the serum increased your somatosensory system. That caused a significant increase in neural conductivity and the amplification of sensory reception. Consequently, you possess heightened proprioception, tactile acuity, and an expanded range of sensory perception.” Steve looked at him confused. “It’s why you react so fast, your senses are dialed to 11, but it increases all sensations huh?” Steve nodded, “It’s a pain to be sure.” “Ok, well I wish we could skip the next part,” he said with a grimace, “I need to check your testicles for signs of a tumor.” Steve’s eyes got wide, “What? Why?” Black smiled, “It’s just standard procedure, I’ll be quick.” Steve closed his eyes as Black reached out and took one of his balls in his hand. The Avenger stifled a gasp as the touch sent shockwaves through his body, his cock, which had been only partially hard sprang up instantly, leaking precum down the thick shaft. “Crap Doc, I’m…” “Shhh,” the doctor said, massaging the other ball, “Perfectly normal.” Steve’s head fell back as the sensation of both his balls being played with made him feel like cumming. “Um…doc…” he said shaking. Black removed his hands, “And done, see? Painless.” “We’re done?” “No, we have one more test and you’re out of here.” “Great, what is it?” “Prostate.” Steve froze, “What?” “It’s standard for anyone over a certain age, and no offense Captain, you’re double that age.” “But…I’m fine…” he protested…his mind whirling. “I know, but I have to perform it…lay back on the bed.” Steve didn’t move and the doctor slowly pushed back onto his back until he was lying down on the small table, legs hanging over. Black walked over and put on a pair of gloves and then took a tube of very special gel out of his pocket and squirted some on his fingertips. “This is ridiculous,” Steve stammered, “I’m Captain America, I’m in perfect health!” “And once I do this, I can sign off on that and SHIELD will shut up. Spread your legs please.” Doctor Black simply smiled as he slid the cold tip of his finger against Steve’s hole. The sensation shocked the hero, and he bucked against the doctor. “Easy now,” Dr. Black soothed, “You just need to relax, let’s just get through it.” The doctor pushed his finger in again and this time Steve winced as he felt it enter him. The gel on the glove began to dissolve into the Avenger’s skin, it was made specially for Captain America, making his nerve endings all that much more sensitive. Steve felt a warmness around his hole as the young man pushed in further, he weas shocked to find his hole relaxing, letting the finger enter him. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It felt like a thousand tiny sparks were erupting within him, spreading across his entire body. He gasped at the sensation, his cock hardening again. "Are you ready?" Dr. Black asked softly, smiling at Steve. "No," Steve whispered, "No, wait..." His voice was shaking, but his erection betrayed what he was feeling. As the finger went deeper, he let out a small moan, “No…” he gasped as he began to lose the will to fight. Dr. Black could see that Steve was struggling with his own desires, trying to resist the pleasure that was coursing through him. “Just relax, Captain,” he cooed, adding another finger. Steve's muscles tried to clench around the digits inside him, but they wouldn’t respond. Instead waves of pleasure rippled through his perfect body. The hero could feel the heat building up inside him, and he knew that he was powerless to stop it. He wanted to scream at the young man to stop, but all he could do was whimper and moan. The doctor squirted some more lube onto his fingers before plunging them back in. The warm liquid filled Steve's ass and spread inwards, making his muscled relax completely. Steve tried to shake his head, but his strength was drained away as he felt himself surrender to the feeling. He could only grunt and mumble incoherent noises as Dr. Black added yet another finger, stretching him open wide. The hero was on fire, every part of his body ignited with lust and desire. He looked down, seeing his own cock standing erect between his muscular legs, precum smeared over his perfect abs. Steve was horrified to realize that he was enjoying this intimate encounter with a boy; it was something he never thought he would be capable of doing. He struggled to gather his strength to push the doctor away, but the combination of the gel and the young doctor's gentle touch kept him rooted to the spot. “Stop…” he panted, the weakness in his voice made him sick as he laid there, letting this kid plunge his fingers in and out of him. He could hear the slurping sound as the doctor pumped his fingers in and out, stretching him out an inch at a time. Steve couldn't hold back any longer. He bit his lip, feeling the urge to cum rising within him as he felt himself slipping. Doctor Black merely continued pumping his fingers in and out of Steve's ass, savoring the sight of the superhero writhing beneath him. The room reverberated with the heavy panting sounds coming from Steve's mouth, his breathing labored from the relentless stimulation. "Please…" Steve begged, looking up at Dr. Black with pleading eyes filled with arousal. “Dear Captain,” Black said adding a third finger, “You don’t have to beg, I’ll give you what you want.” And stabbed them into the Avenger, pressing against Steve’s prostate. Steve cried out in ecstasy, arching his back and grinding against the doctor's hand. His cock throbbed violently, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto his stomach. Steve's body convulsed, the sheer intensity of the orgasm ripping through him was overwhelming. He couldn't help but release a guttural cry as he came, shooting ropes of white, sticky jizz all over his muscled abdomen. His eyes were wide as he experienced his first hands free orgasm. “FUCK!” he cried out, his ass clenching down on the boy’s fingers over and over as he felt all of the tension drain out of his body. He fell back on the bed, limbs twitching as his brain was flooded with pure ecstasy. Dr. Black pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, leaving the hero spent and gasping for breath. The German doctor wiped his hands on a towel, smiling smugly at the exhausted Avenger. "There's no need to thank me, Captain," he said, grinning wickedly, scooping up an amount of the hero's cum, "I'll take this as payment." He brought his hand to his face, licking Steve's seed off his fingers. "So delicious..." the boy said, as he leaned down and began to lap the rest of the cum off the hero's flawless body, “You are quite a snack, Herr Captain," he chuckled softly, running his tongue along Steve's chest, causing shivers to run down his spine. "W-what are you doing?" Steve asked weakly, the warmth from his ass now spreading to his entire body. The idea of being violated like this disgusted him, but the sensations of the boy’s tongue was making him moan. “I am doing what every good grandson does,” he said, wiping the cum off his chin, “I am trying to make my grandfather proud…or in this case…my great grandfather.” Steve’s eyes began to close as he struggled to stay awake but was failing badly… “Don’t worry captain, your life is about to become so much easier…” And then nothing. It wasn’t the first time Steve had woken up in a cell, hell it wasn’t the fifth, but it was the first time he came to completely naked. When he sat up his head spun for a moment, a sign he had been heavily sedated since most drugs burned through his body at an accelerated rate. He sat on the edge of the cot and looked around, stone walls, old, possibly a castle of some sort? Not the first one of those he had woken up in either. The rest of the room looked out of place compared to the stone, there was a small toilet and sink set up in the corner and instead of a door one side of the room was covered in a transparent field. Standing up he gingerly touched the glowing wall and felt a small shock. He looked around for cameras, but he had learned from SHIELD the newer ones were too small to be seen. Not bad as cells went but it didn’t tell him much, “So am I supposed to be afraid?” he called out, knowing he was being watched. A set of footsteps came down the hall, he waited until whoever it was made their entrance, since he could see past the wall. He was only slightly surprised to see “Doctor Black” come and stand in front of his cell. A blood red robe hung off his toned form, he looked in far better shape than the doctor’s coat had let on. “You’re awake,” he said with a smile, “How are we feeling?” “We are not amused,” Steve said snarking, “What’s the point of all this, and where are my damn clothes?” The boy grinned, “But Captain, look at you, why would you ever cover up such a masterpiece? If you were mine, I’d never let you wear clothes.” Steve’s blood boiled, “Look you fruitcake, I will ever be yours, so get to the point already!” Black laughed, “You are such a relic of your time Captain, fruitcake? You believe me a simple homosexual when the truth is, we are all fluid, we all have desires, some of us are just more open about it.” “I’m not here to debate sexuality Dr. Black,” the hero said, laying sarcasm on the title, “So why don’t you tell me why I am here?” The boy let out a bark of laughter, “Oh I assure you, I am a doctor, certified by SHIELD itself, that part if true, though I will admit, my last name is not Black.” “Am I supposed to care what it is?” The boy took a step towards the field, “You should, it’s Schmidt.” The second the word was uttered the pieces fit into place, the eyes, the smile…they belonged to his oldest for Red Skull! This boy was…his grandson? No, great grandson given the year. Steve looked around and realized he had been in this very castle before, though it was back in World War Two. “How did a descent of Red Skull get into SHIELD?” The boy shrugged, “You’d be surprised, after all Herr Captain, SHIELD like sexuality is fluid, it is many things.” Steve slammed his fist on the field, “What do you want! You know people will be looking for me.” “Will they? I mean if they didn’t think you were on a classified SHIELD mission and out of contact, they might…but that is exactly what they think, so no Captain, we have some time together.” “So, this is about revenge?” Schmidt gave him a wolf’s grin, “No Captain Rogers, this is about power. Who has it, who wants it and who will use it.” Steve rolled his eyes, “Well you sound like your grandfather, he liked the sound of his own voice too.” The boy raised an eyebrow, “Oh forgive me, I suppose the small talk portion of our meeting is over, shall we move on?” Steve stood up tall, “Whatever torture you can dream up, I can handle.” “Torture?” the boy asked in mock surprise, “Why would I torture you, when I can do this.” He produced a small remote from his pocket and pressed a button… And just like that Steve’s world was turned upside down. A lightning bolt of pleasure moved through his body, it was like a thousand tiny orgasms all at once. The hero gasped as his cock began to stir, his knees buckled as he felt wave after wave of ecstasy move through his muscled form. “What…” Steve cried out as he felt his body react to the sensations, “What are you doing to me?” he finally asked. “My name is Lukas Schmid,” he said, his German accent now evident, “And I am breaking you Captain, in ways my grandfather only dreamed of.” With a flourish, Schmidt pressed a button on the remote control, and Steve felt an explosion of pleasure surge through his body. His cock throbbed, his balls tightened, and his hips instinctively arched upwards. The hero's breathing became ragged, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He tried to fight the sensation, but his body refused to obey. "Do you enjoy this, Captain?" Schmidt taunted, waving the remote control in front of Steve's face, “This is my Lustverstärker, I designed it to use your own enhanced nervous system against you. On a normal human this might cause an awkward erection but implanted in your perfect body…it makes pure pleasure as long as it is on.” “Stop…” Steve gasped as he struggled to stay standing, “Don’t do this…” he was barely able to say. “But Captain, I have read your file, you have too long deprived this perfect fucking form the pleasure it deserves, I am just helping it out.” Steve could feel his cock throb, precum pooling under him as he tried to block the feelings out to no avail. It wasn’t an emotion he could control, it was just pure sexual energy over and over making him shake with desire. The more he fought it the harder it got, his dick swelling and lengthening with each pulse of pleasure. Lukas couldn’t help but grin at the sight, seeing the hero’s cock harden, hearing him moan out loud. He had done it, he had found a way to weaken the great Captain America, but that wasn’t good enough. "Isn't it amazing how much pleasure you can experience when you let yourself, Captain?" Lukas said, pressing the button and increasing the intensity. Steve couldn't help but arch his back, as his cock grew harder and pulsed with each passing second. "Does it feel good, Captain?" Lukas asked, grinning wickedly. Steve shook his head, fighting the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him. "No," he whispered hoarsely, "It feels wrong." Lukas tilted his head, studying Steve carefully. "Wrong?" he questioned, "Why is it wrong if it feels so unbelievably right?" His question hit Steve like a punch to the gut. He couldn't deny the incredible, almost overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. He had never felt anything like this before, not even close. The intense, pulsating pleasure was driving him wild, making him desperate for more. Yet, despite the physical bliss, Steve knew deep down that it was wrong, this was just another one of Red Skull’s weapons being used against him. Not the device, the boy, he had been forged in hatred and now he was taking it out on him. “Please son, your grandfather,” he gasped, struggling not to grab his cock, “Was a horrible person, he killed thousands…you can do better!” “Oh, I plan on it,” the boy said laughing, “I don’t want to kill anyone,” he turned the device up again, “I plan on ruling them all.” Steve groaned loudly, his body jerking as his cock hardened even more, he was starting to leak more precum, “Please…stop.” Lukas studied the hero, watching him writhe in agony-pleasure, “Is that what you really want? Your mouth is protesting…but that cock is saying…” he pushed the button again, “More!” Steve screamed out, the pleasure consuming him, his whole body burning. His cock was rock hard, his hands twitched, longing to jerk off, and it seemed like every nerve ending in his body was screaming for more. “Please…” he pleased, not this…” “Exactly like this,” Lukas said winking at the hero, “Don’t worry Captain, this is just our first lesson.” And he walked away, the pleasure not stopping for a moment. “NO!” Steve screamed, “TUIRN IT OFF!” he called after the boy, knowing he couldn’t handle much more. The boy didn’t come back, leaving the living legend in a state of constant agitation. Each second the waves of pleasure seemed to grow, making his smooth, toned body shake. Steve was rapidly losing control, he could feel the precum oozing from his swollen cock, covering his abs. He looked down at his cock, the huge, reddish-purple head pleased with him and he knew he was going to lose this battle. Slowly, inch by inch his hand moved towards his aching cock, the whole time his mind screaming at him not to do this, not here…not like this. But it was no use, he needed to cum, there was nothing more important than that right now. His hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, squeezing it gently, and he moaned loudly. "Oh god," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, "I need to cum." The words came out in a desperate plea, and he couldn't help but start stroking faster. The pressure built up inside him, becoming unbearable with each new stroke. The hero's cock grew impossibly larger, pulsing with every beat of his thundering heart. His hand flew up and down his shaft, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his quivering body. He knew he was being watched, most likely filmed but he didn’t care, he needed to cum. Steve gripped his cock harder, his strokes growing faster and more forceful. The hero's breathing became ragged, his lips parted in a silent moan, as his body prepared for the inevitable release. As he pumped his cock, Steve's thoughts raced, filled with shame and self-loathing. How could he allow himself to be reduced to this? He was Captain America, a symbol of freedom and justice, not a pathetic captive masturbating for the amusement of his enemies. But as he closed his eyes and focused on the sensation building within him, Steve realized that he couldn't stop himself. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, and he simply couldn't resist. His strokes became faster, more frantic, and he could feel the impending orgasm approaching. “Shit,” he hissed, feeling his balls start to tingle, “Oh god I’m close…” he sobbed, knowing he couldn’t stop himself now. His hand moved faster, his thumb rubbing the tip of his cock, the sensation nearly unbearable. His muscles started to tighten, his balls drew up and he knew he was about to explode. “Yes, yes, YES!” he shouted, feeling semen shoot out of his cock, splashing against his face first and then his pecs and abs. As soon as the first shot left him, Steve felt the pleasure overwhelm him as the device took the orgasm and made it transcendent. He felt his body seize up and he collapsed back onto the cot, cum spraying over his flawless body as he shook. It was as if the orgasm wouldn’t end, the waves of pleasure continuing to wash over him like the tide. Every muscle in his body tensed and relaxed as if possessed by a rhythmic dance. His vision blurred and he could hear his breaths echoing around him, sounding louder than thunder. His cock remained erect, throbbing with residual pleasure. Steve lay motionless for several moments, trying to recover from the overwhelming sensation. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around the cell, his gaze eventually landing on the shimmering energy wall separating him from the outside world. Through the transparent barrier, he saw a reflection of himself, covered in sweat and semen, looking utterly defeated. The pleasure didn’t stop coming and as he watched himself, Steve gripped his cock again, using his own cum as lube and began to stroke himself again, never breaking eye contact with his reflection. And with a strange combination of loathing and lust, he watched his muscled ripple as he began to jerk off again, the pleasure once again drowning him. He stared at his reflection as he worked his cock, his movements fast and erratic, desperate for another fix. "No!" he whimpered, but the pleading tone was lost beneath the rapid cadence of his strokes. "Not like this…" he muttered, slapping his palm against his cock, his fist clutching his shaft tightly. "I'm not this person…" he gasped, his other hand tracing lines across his smooth, hairless skin. "This isn't me…" Throughout the entire process, Steve kept eye contact with his reflection. It was as if he was trying to reconnect with something lost, some aspect of himself that had been stripped away by the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Despite his inner turmoil, it was impossible to ignore the immense satisfaction that coursed through his veins. He felt alive, invigorated, and yet ashamed. How could he reconcile this primal, carnal hunger with his lifelong dedication to honor and duty? He saw the hunger in his eyes as he stroked and stood up, approaching the reflection, stroking furiously. "This isn't me…it's not me…" he repeated, as his cock pulsed in his grasp, all he could look at was his swollen cock, his precum covering his hand making it slick…he thrust his hips forward, fucking his own hands as he moaned, he felt so fucking dirty…but it felt so good. His breaths became heavy, he could smell his own scent, he could taste his own salty sweat mixed with the cum dripping off his face, he could sense his own need getting deeper and darker. The relentless pleasure continued to course through his veins, making him dizzy with lust. He knew he was acting like an animal, but it didn't matter; the craving for release had taken over everything else. He felt himself get close again and his thrusts sped up as he watched the frantic look on his face, “Oh god…” he sobbed as he got closer… he could feel the orgasm gathering inside him. “Oh god not again…” The familiar sensation began to build within him, his body shaking uncontrollably as he reached the brink. His cock, glistening with his own seed, pulsed wildly in his grip. With a final, desperate cry, Steve erupted, shooting streams of white, sticky liquid toward his reflection. The orgasm seemed to last forever again, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last. His cock remained erect, throbbing with residual pleasure, his legs shaking from the strain. Steve lay on the cot, panting heavily, his body saturated with sweat and cum. He couldn't believe what his body was capable of enduring, and he knew he might have crossed a line he may never return from. As he laid there he tried to relax, but the pleasure just kept coming and coming… Groaning Steve turned around, trapping his cock between his abs and the cot and began to hump the material, “Oh fuck yeah!” he cried out as he thrust into the blanket savagely. The image of Captain America’s dimpled as moving up and down as he masturbated on his cot filled the monitor as Lukas watched. He smiled as he heard the stoic hero break down, his own lust overtaking his morals and decency. He watched the living legend rut into the thin blanket like an animal and knew…this was going to work. Time stopped having any meaning after a while, all Steve could do was cum and cum…finally at some point he passed out, his regenerative powers making his cock ever ready no matter how many times he came. He came awake slowly, realizing he had been fucking his bed again in his sleep. Without missing a beat, the hero sped up his thrusts, wanting to start the morning with a good cum like he normally did. His hips moved up and down as he imagined the receptionist from the doctor’s office under him, the friction of the blanket on his cock was delicious and he craved more. He felt his balls start to retract and knew he was close again. “Take my cock,” he muttered under his breath, imaging the woman writhing under him, he could hear her moans and sighs as his cock began to shoot again, the device making the orgasm once again an explosion of pure ecstasy that just fried Steve’s mind of all logic and decency. He collapsed in his own pool of cum, feeling the pleasure start to build up again… “I hope you bought the bed dinner at least,” Lukas’s voice came from the other side of the field. Steve’s head snapped to the right and realized the boy had been watching him the whole time. Shame filled his mind as he slowly sat up, realizing he was smeared with cum, “Did you enjoy the show?” “Oh, how I did!” the boy exclaimed, “You are a beast…I look forward to seeing that exuberance up close.” “I am never going to touch you,” Stev e hissed, wrapping the blanket around his waist. “So modest!” Lukas teased, “I mean I’ve already seen everything.” “You made your point,” Steve tried to reason, ignoring the pleasure, “You can let me go now.” “Let you go?” the boy sounded shocked, “My dear Captain, we haven’t even started yet, this was just to test if the Lustverstärker works, which it obviously does. Now we get to the real lesson.” “Lesson?” Steve asked, his stomach turning in something akin to fear. “Lessons,” Schimdt corrected him, “Let’s try with something easy, kneel.” Steve’s eyes glared at the boy, “Men like me don’t kneel to men like you.” Lukas’s head fell back in laughter, “Oh my, that was impressive, it would have been more if you weren’t covered in cum, but nice try, nonetheless. Now kneel.” “Never,” Steve said through gritted teeth. Lukas pulled out the remote and Steve steeled himself for more pleasure…and then turned it off. The sudden halt of the vibrations felt abnormal to Steve and then was instantly followed by ripples of pain. Not just any pain but the pain of a thousand fires, it felt like every nerve ending in his body had caught flame and was burning beneath his skin, He cried out, his body tensing up as all he knew was agonizing pain. Steve scrambled back, falling awkwardly on the cot, his limbs moving frantically. The hero groaned loudly, unable to control his writhing body "What are you doing?" Steve yelled, his voice shaking with anger and desperation. "STOP!" Steve screamed, his cries echoing through the cold, damp walls of the cell. The searing pain that consumed his whole body seemed to worsen with every passing second. He clawed at the concrete floor, seeking any relief from the torment. He tried to focus past the pain, control it, but it was not a pain that was real, it was inside of him. He had shrugged off bullet wounds that had not hurt like this…it was overwhelming. “So, Captain, tell me more about people like you and me,” the boy said, watching the hero twist and turn on the bed. “Stop…” Steve pleaded, not sure how much more he could take. “You stop it,” Lukas snapped, “Kneel!” he ordered the hero, pointing at the ground below him. Steve swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest at the prospect of surrendering to this young man. He fought back tears, desperately trying to control his body. “You are only extending your agony, simply kneel to me.” Lukas commanded, gesturing with his hand to the cold stone floor. Steve grit his teeth, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. He stared daggers at the younger man, feeling an internal struggle raging within him. Each moment of silence stretched, each second that passed by seemed to last an eternity with the pain. Finally, not able to endure any more, the hero reluctantly climbed off the cot and moved towards the field. He got to Lukas and saw the boy’s eyes flashing with amusement. Finally, Steve slowly knelt down on both knees, his face touching the ground. As soon as he did the pain vanished as the pleasure returned, flooding his body completely. Steve exhaled heavily, feeling his heart racing in his chest. His cock sprang back to life at once, pulsating strongly. The young man smirked down at him, his gaze raking over Steve's body appreciatively. "That was impressive, dear Captain," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Are you a good boy?” Steve looked up at him in confusion. “I asked you a question, are you a good boy?” “I asked you a question, are you a good boy?” Steve glared at him, “I am not saying that.” Lukas just raised an eyebrow and the pleasure vanished again. Steve screamed on all fours, the agony seemingly tenfold from last time. “I asked you a question Herr captain, are you a good boy?” Schmidt repeated firmly, his tone demanding obedience. Steve fought back screams; his body racked with pain. He considered the consequences of defying Schmidt again, knowing full well that resisting meant enduring unbearable torture. Reluctantly, he forced the words past his lips, “Yes, I am a good boy.” And just like that the pleasure returned and Steve let out a sigh, the relief was instant and once again all he knew was bliss. Lukas dropped the field and walked into the cell with him, “So, we have learned the first lesson,” the boy ran his fingers through Steve’s hair and the hero hated the way the touch was like a thousand little explosions of pleasure. He fought the urge to push his head into the touch for more, instead trying to focus. “It is simple, defy me,” the pleasure vanished, replaced with the molten fire in his veins, “Obey me,” and the nirvanic pleasure returned. Steve was panting on the ground, unable to fully comprehend his situation. “Now, come here boy,” Lukas commanded, “We shall learn the rest of your lessons.” Steve looked up at him, he was completely dominated by the younger man, his body betraying him, his mind losing all coherent thought. His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully between his legs. He knew the humiliation he was suffering, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that he found himself unable to resist. “Face me,” the boy ordered, “Look at me.” Steve hesitated, but the unrelenting wave of pleasure surged through him, forcing him to comply. His legs wobbled, but he managed to stand upright, facing Lukas. The villainous doctor studied his captive, admiring the hero's perfect physique. Steve's chest heaved with anticipation, his mind reeling from the sensual torment. “Now, open my robe, take in my body.” At the command, Steve's trembling hands reached out and gently unfastened the belt holding the robe closed. Slowly, he pushed the garment open, revealing Lukas' toned, chiseled body. Steve stared at the younger man in astonishment, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of the massive cock resting between his legs. It was larger than anything Steve had ever seen before – a truly colossal specimen, thick and uncut it hung there soft, larger than most men were hard. The hero gulped nervously, feeling his own cock stiffen against his abdomen against his will. “Look on it,” the boy commanded, “That is a fine German cock, a master cock!” he reached over and stroked Steve’s hard member, “This is a fine piece, a great American cock, but this,” he took Steve’s hand and placed it on his cock, “This is your master now.” Steve’s hand was frozen, just gripping the boy’s cock, the heat of it as it slowly hardened in his hand was insane. He felt the cock twitch and pulse, getting harder by the second. Steve could almost feel the cock pulsing with a life of its own. He couldn’t believe how big it was, how hard it was becoming. Steve’s own cock throbbed and leaked as the device made this pleasurable to him. “Do it,” Schmidt commanded, “Stroke my cock.” With shaking hands, Steve wrapped his fist around the monster cock and began to stroke it, feeling every vein, every ridge. “Worship that cock dear captain, show me you understand its power.” As Steve listened to the commands, his hand automatically moved faster, rubbing the thick length of the cock, feeling the bulges and ridges underneath his palm. The hero's heart raced, his cock throbbing between his legs with each stroke, the device making him throb with each stroke. The more he jerked the boy off the more pleasure he got himself…he urged himself to stop but he couldn’t stop the loop. He could smell the musky scent of Lukas's arousal, which only served to heighten his own excitement. Despite his efforts to resist, Steve found himself completely submissive to the younger man's demands. The pleasure was too much, and he grabbed the cock with both hands, wanting to pleasure himself as he pleasured the boy. As he worked on it, it grew even bigger, reaching incredible lengths and thickness. Steve gasped at the size, terrified by the monster dick. As he continued to pump it, he felt his own cock become harder and bigger, aching for release. "Good boy," Lukas purred, his cock growing impossibly huge in Steve's grip. "Such a good boy.:” The words sent more pleasure into the hero’s body, and he moaned in response, his hands moving faster. Steve stroked the massive cock with such force and fervor that it seemed almost desperate. His own cock throbbed with each pass of his hand, eager for release. He couldn't believe how willingly he was submitting to the younger man, his body craving more pleasure. He looked into the boy’s eyes and saw the amusement in them, and he knew this was the true torture. “Very good,” he said, pulling Steve’s hands away, “You can be taught, now…kneel.” Steve paused, looking up at the handsome young man, knowing that he would be punished if he refused. He slowly lowered himself, kneeling in front of the towering figure. “Show me respect, show me devotion, boy,” Lukas ordered, grabbing Steve’s chin and lifting his face. Steve looked into the blue eyes, seeing pure evil reflected back at him. “Worship that German cock properly,” Lukas whispered, his deep voice resonating with dark intent. Steve's heart rate accelerated, his body reacting instinctively to the provocative command. His hands trembled, reaching out to caress the enormous shaft. He traced the veined surface with tender care, marveling at its immense size. As he cupped the swollen head, his thumb lightly grazing the tip, he could feel Lukas' powerful erection throbbing beneath his touch. “It grows tired of your hand, it craves something more,” Lukas said, waiting for Steve to understand. Steve looked down at the giant cock in his hands, it seemed to grow larger and firmer with each heartbeat. “Suck it,” he finally heard himself whisper, the words sounding alien in his ears. He lifted his face to meet Lukas's gaze, his eyes filled with shame and desperation. The boy smiled, placing his hands on Steve's shoulders and guiding him closer. Steve's heart raced, his throat tightening up as he leaned forward, feeling the warm, moist air on his face. “Please…” Steve sobbed, “Don’t make me do this…” “No one is making you do anything captain, this is all you…” The boy assured him, “Just remember what it feels like without the pleasure…” With a whimper, Steve opened his mouth, parting his lips slightly. He could feel the cock pressing against his lower lip, his eyes watering as he prepared himself for the intrusion. He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and then plunging his head downwards. Steve's mouth engulfed the head of the massive cock, his tongue automatically wrapping around it. The taste overwhelmed him, a mix of muskiness and precum that seemed to coat his entire mouth. As he began to suck on the boy’s cock the device spiked, sending more ecstasy through Steve’s perfect body and it was as if he was sucking on his own cock. As he sucked harder on the boy the mor pleasure he got, he moaned as he felt himself lose control. The taste of his precum filled his mouth, the cock swelling in his mouth. Steve moaned louder, his cheeks hollowing out as he bobbed his head up and down. He loved the sensation of the cock sliding past his lips, the suction creating a tight seal as he went deeper and deeper. Each lick sent erotic sparks to Steve’s leaking cock, causing him to worship the cock even more. He wanted to please the young man because it meant more pleasure for him. His hands grasped the base of the cock, helping to guide it deeper into his mouth. Steve's mouth stretched wider and wider, accommodating the incredible girth of the massive member. The hero was amazed at how easily his mouth accepted the invader, swallowing it down without resistance. He continued to bob his head up and down, savoring the taste of the younger man's pre-cum. “Did you think you would be back here? Back on your knees sucking a German cock captain? Worship that meat! Show me you serve the superior man!” Lukas commanded as he watched the living legend suck his cock. Steve felt his jaw begin to ache as he deep-throated the thick shaft, his throat muscles struggling to accommodate the monstrous member. Steve felt his cock throbbing against his abdomen, begging for attention while he focused on pleasing the young German. "Mmm, yes, that's it," Lukas murmured, "Suck it harder my good boy." The words sent a shock of pleasure and Steve eagerly complied, his mouth stretching wider and wider to accommodate the throbbing cock. He could sense the power emanating from the massive tool, filling his entire mouth with an intoxicating mixture of lust and submission. The hero reveled in the sensation, his cock growing closer to cumming with each passing second. "Oh, I see that you're enjoying yourself," Lukas observed, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "Tell me, Captain, does it feel good to be reduced to a mere fuck hole for Red Skull's grandson?" Steve's jaw clenched tightly, his pride stung by the demeaning accusation. Yet, he couldn't deny the feelings washing over him - a potent cocktail of pain, arousal, and utter helplessness. He pulled off the cock, "Shut up," he spat out angrily, his voice hoarse and strained. Lukas laughed and the pleasure vanished, Steve yelped and went back to sucking on the boy’s cock, desperate to be enveloped by the sexual nirvana again. Shame filled his brain as Lukas thrust his hips forward to impale Steve’s mouth on his cock, “The great Captain America worshipping a superior German cock, come now Captain, you are enjoying this!” The young man’s words cut deeply into Steve’s psyche, tearing away the remnants of his dignity. The taste of the boy’s precum filled his mouth, mixing with saliva as he continued to suck the cock with increasing fervor. He could feel the pleasure building up within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. His cock throbbed, aching for release. “I imagine you were like this during the war, used by the men as a whore, the German soldiers fucking your perfect body as you begged for more…was that how it was?” Lukas taunted the hero. As the boy talked the device sent more and more pleasure through Steve, just the thought of the horrible scenario he was explaining made his cock ache and he began to see the image. Him laid out, young German soldiers plunging their cocks into him over and over, him sucking on their mighty cocks as he was doing now…as revolting as the idea was the device sent nothing but pleasure and Steve found himself moaning around the boy’s giant cock, wanting more. He was horrified at the mental images, the idea of being used by so many, he was disgusted with himself but his cock throbbed and leaked, and he needed the cum so bad. “I bet you had to beg for their seed. Oh, you must have loved the taste of their cocks, Captain America, huh? You probably begged to swallow them dry, to lap up their jizz after they fucked you, didn’t you?” Lukas spoke with venom, his cock pumping in Steve’s mouth. The hero swallowed convulsively, his throat contracting around the gargantuan tool. The sensation of being taken advantage of was overwhelming, but the device ensured that Steve was drowning in pleasure. His cock throbbed, yearning for release; the need to appease the cruel doctor drove him to desperation. "Of course, you were an insatiable slut for those German soldiers," Lukas sneered, his blue eyes boring into Steve's soul. "They fucked you senseless, didn't they? " Lukas snarled, his cock pulsating with each word. "You were their plaything, their bitch, their whore." Steve remained silent, his mouth still wrapped around the boy's cock. The humiliation burned within him, but the overwhelming pleasure prevented him from protesting. The device manipulated his body, making him crave the forbidden pleasures he was experiencing. He could hear the words echoing in his mind, painting a vivid picture of his imagined existence during WWII. “Beg me to make you cum captain, tell me you worship this fat German cock as you did all those years ago!” Lukas said, pulling the hero off his cock. Steve looked at the cock and then up at the boy, his body shaking with the need to cum, “Beg me as you did to the nazis that fucked you.” Lukas demanded, his finger tracing the outline of Steve’s lips. Steve looked at the beautiful cock, imagining the hands of the young men who could have fucked him...the device making even that fantasy pleasurable. Steve fought it as long as he could but all he could see was images of himself being used…hard, smooth bodies plunging into him, all with this boy’s magnificent cock… “Please let me cum!” he blurted out, hating it the moment he said it. “Are you my good boy?” Lukas asked, holding Steve away from his cock. Without a second’s hesitation he said, “I’m a good boy, I can be your good boy! Please let me cum!” Lukas seemed pleased, “And who has the superior cock?” Steve broke down, “You do, you have the superior German cock…” Lukas grinned widely, his cock twitching with delight, “Well then make me cum captain, drink my cum and you will cum with me!” With a loud groan, Steve lunged forward, swallowing the giant cock, his mouth stretching wider and wider to accommodate its enormous girth. The hero sucked on the massive tool with all his might, his teeth scraping against the veiny surface. He could feel the cock swelling under his tongue, growing even larger and harder. With each stroke, Steve's mouth became wetter and slicker, his saliva lubricating the process. The hero's jaw ached relentlessly, yet he pushed onward, determined to bring Lukas to orgasm. Steve's tongue swirled around the bulbous head, looking to stimulate the sensitive parts of the cock. His hands gripped the base firmly, controlling the depth and speed of the deep-throating motion. Steve's passion intensified, his cock throbbing wildly against his abdomen. He could feel the tensing of the massive rod in his mouth, signaling that Lukas was nearing his peak. “I’m close slut…you’re about to drink the first of many loads from my cock…relish it captain…swallow it with pride!” Lukas cried. The hero could feel the heat radiating from the gargantuan cock, his mouth burning from the contact. His own cock ached, desperate for release, but he ignored the pain, focusing purely on bringing the younger man to climax. Steve redoubled his efforts, sucking and slurping noisily on the massive tool. His cheeks hollowed out, his eyes locked onto the swollen head. Precum flooded his mouth and he knew the boy was about to cum. Steve sucked harder, his tongue frantically licking and swirling around the massive cockhead. He desperately wanted to taste the seed that flowed from the gargantuan cock. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Steve was on the precipice of a climactic explosion himself, his cock throbbing relentlessly. "Oh God, yes," Lukas groaned, his body stiffening. "Swallow it you American whore!" Steve felt the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat and the pleasure from tasting it made his own cock explode. The two men were cumming together, Steve's seed spraying all over his abs and Lukas's cock shooting load after load into Steve's mouth. He felt the warmth of the semen in his mouth, his own cum dribbling down his cock onto his balls. He struggled to maintain composure as the thick semen filled his mouth, the texture rich and creamy. He swallowed greedily, feeling the load fill his stomach. Lukas continued to cum, spurt after spurt of cum splashing onto Steve's tongue. "Drink it," Lukas demanded, "drink it all, you fucking whore." Steve obeyed, swallowing every drop of Lukas's seed. He savored the taste, feeling the warmth and richness of the ejaculate coating his tongue and throat. Lukas began to pull his cock from Steve's mouth, the hero’s vision blurred, his mind buzzing, Steve felt the cock slip from his mouth, followed by a stream of cum pouring down his chin. He caught some of it with his hand, wiping it on his mouth, savoring the sticky warmth The cockhead glistened with saliva, and Steve gasped for breath, his face flushed. “Such a good boy,” Lukas said breathing hard, “Be my good boy and clean that German cock like the whore you are.” Steve leaned in, lapping the cum off the boys softening cock, licking the entire surface, making sure to clean the entire cock. When he was done Lukas pointed to the floor, “And your mess?” Steve looked down at the puddle of cum on the cold stone floor, his face blushing with embarrassment at how much there was. He knelt down towards the puddle, his face contorting in disgust. But the memory of the memory of the pain was still fresh in his mind, and a strange compulsion urged him to taste his own seed. He bent down and began to lap his cum off the floor like a dog. The action was degrading and humiliating, but the thought of being punished by the younger man sent shivers down his spine. He scooped up some of the sticky goo from his face with his fingers and sucking them dry. The taste was sour and salty, a stark contrast to the sweet flavor of Lukas's cum. Steve groaned softly, his body betraying the pleasure he felt despite the revulsion. Steve glanced up at Lukas, the young man's smirk reminding him of his powerlessness. Steve swallowed thickly, aware that his fate rested upon the whims of this arrogant young German. “Rest,” the boy said pointing to the cot, “You will need your strength for what comes next.” Steve nodded and collapsed onto the bed, the device pumping just enough pleasure through him to make him content and sleepy. Lukas leaned in and whispered in Steve’s ear, “Sleep, sleep and dream of those fine Nazi soldiers fucking you over and over…” Steve moaned as he drifted off, his cock hardening as he imagined himself being taken by them over and over… Lukas walked out and activated the field again…a good first start. Steve dreamt of the war. He dreamed of his first night overseas, the horrible show where the troops laughed him off the stage. He dreamed of retreating back to his tent, mortified at the reaction, wondering why he thought it would be any different. He knew in reality he would emerge to the rain, sitting under the stage sketching when Peggy found him…but in the dream that didn’t happen. Instead, as he changed out of the ridiculous costume, they had designed the tent opened and two of the men walked in. Steve tried to cover himself, “Um, changing here guys.” The first man gave him a leering grin, “Don’t cover up on account of us sweetheart…” he pulled the shirt away from him, revealing the massive pair of pecs the serum had given him. “Holy cow!” one of the other man exclaimed, “He’s got bigger titties than my girl back home!” The first man grabbed Steve’s meaty pecs, squeezing them, “He’s right, you got quite a rack here sweet tits.” Steve was revolted but the sensation of the man’s rough hands on his nipples made him moan out loud as his chest pushed forward, silently begging for more. “Oh, you like that?” the man said, pinching the erect nipples, Steve gasped as his body shook, “Oh you do…come on baby…you’re here to entertain the troops, right?” He pushed Steve down onto his cot, his hands moving over his swollen tits, kneading and pinching them causing him to writhe under the brute. “Don’t…” Steve gasped as the other man began to take the rest of the costume off, revealing that flawless body. “Shhh,” the first man said, pinching with one hand and undoing his belt with the other, “You want this slut…you know you do.” Steve shook his head as the man fished out a thick cock that was dripping precum onto his fingers, “No…not a fruit…” The man pinched his nipple again and Steve arched his back, his cock straining the thing cotton boxers he had on. It was obvious his body was enjoying it, even if his mouth wasn’t. “I dunno baby, you seem to be pretty into it.” The second man pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free slapping up against his abs, “Jeez…look at this shit, a cock like this wasted on a pansy!” “I dunno,” the first man said, straddling Steve’s face, “It ain’t that big, look at mine.” Steve’s eyes bugled as he saw the man’s massive cock begin to lower itself towards his mouth, “Come on faggot…suck it.” Steve closed his mouth, trying to push him off when the second man grabbed his cock and stroked it, “I mean I could tear pussy up with this!” The sensation was like an explosion and Steve moaned loudly, giving the man a chance to shove his cock into his mouth. “There you go…come on you fucking fruit, suck a real man’s cock!” Steve felt his mind recoil as the man began to piston into his mouth, the taste of his precum filling his mouth…and then something changed… The sensation of the cock choking his mouth began to feel good and Steve slowly began to lick around the man’s meat…each lick sending more and more pleasure through him. “There ya go…don’t tell me you ain’t sucked a cock!” the man said, grabbing Steve’s hair and shoving him down on the cock. The pleasure filled his mind as he felt the massive cock slide over his tongue, each vein and ridge pressing down on his tongue. He objectively knew this was wrong, he wasn’t gay, he didn’t suck cock…but as he nursed on the man’s meat, lovingly sucking for each drop of precum he realized he loved it…he loved sucking the man’s cock. “Yeah, you got it, come on…make this soldier cum…” Steve’s mind was a jumble, dream logic began to twist his need to be a patriot, to serve his country and his desire for pleasure and he began to service the man out of duty. He sucked harder, grabbing the man’s hips, helping him thrust it into his mouth. “Oh fuck…he is into this!” the man cried, feeling the great Captain America try to deep throat him. “I saw your queer ass movie at the movies, you and a bunch of faggots playing war…they fuck you too?” And just like that he was back on the movie stage, on his back as his costars took turns fucking him, the harsh lights above him as the camera rolled. “Oh god fuck me!” he heard himself scream as the man’s cock plunged in and out of him. The man looked like Bucky almost… And he was back at the Stark Expo, Bucky had dragged him to a bathroom, face up against the bathroom stall as he fucked him, “You be a freak and chase away the girls then you give up your pussy Steve…you know the rules!” Steve pushed back, slamming his hips back into his friend’s cock, “Oh Buck fuck me…please…use me…” Bucky chuckled, “Just like when we were kids… And Steve was suddenly a teenager in Bucky’s bed. His bed squeaked as Bucky slammed his cock into him, “Yeah you my little slut Steve?” Steve threw his head back, “Oh god Buck…your cock!” “Shut up! You want my dad coming in?” he asked and then smiled, “Or is that what you want?” And Bucky’s dad was there suddenly, Steve sandwiched between the two of them ass both cocks stretched his hole wide, “OH FUCK!” “Fuck him pop, he loves it!” Bucky grinned. “You wanna live here slut? We can put the cushions on the floor and fuck you with your legs spread? All you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash and give up his cunt…” “Anything Buck! I’ll be your slut…forever!” Bucky’s face melted and under it was Red Skull, grinning as he fucked Steve, “What makes you so special you American whore? What is it?” Steve writhed under the force of the fat German cock as it split him in half, “FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME HARDER!” he pleaded as he rode the Hydra leader’s cock. Red Skull pushed him off his cock and Steve fell to the floor… And landed on the stone floor of his cell. He knelt there on all fours, his cock throbbing as images of all those men fucking him began to fade him his mind. He was awake now, but the dreams felt like memories… He closed his eyes, trying to banish the thoughts but they were burned into his mind, he could swear he could still smell the sex… He got up and crawled back onto his cot, his cock was leaking profusely…he had almost cum in his sleep. Steve didn’t move, he knew he was being filmed, he refused to jerk off for Lukas. But as he laid there the device kept pumping pleasure through his body and the images kept replaying over and over… As seconds turned into minutes his traitorous dick refused to relent and his hand began creeping down his abs, before grabbing the thick shaft tightly. Steve started stroking himself off, his cock swelling in his grip. He was ashamed, but he needed relief. His hips rocked as he began to pump faster, his thumb rubbing the tip of his cock. “Holy shit, he is jerking off!” a voice called out from the other side of the field. Steve jumped up, his cock slapping his abs as he saw two young Hydra agents staring at him from the other side of the cell, mouths open in shock. He quickly dropped his hand to his side, his cock throbbing in embarrassment. "What do you want?" he growled defensively. The men quickly composed themselves, “The Master wants you, come.” The first boy turned off the field as the second led the captain out of the cell. “Come along, Captain,” he said, his tone mockingly polite. “Your Master awaits.” One of the boys walked behind them, his hand moving out and caressing Steve’s smooth ass, “You have a fat American ass…” he said with a slight German accent. Steve tensed, but did not react, he knew that any sign of resistance would lead to punishment. The boy grabbed both cheeks and squeezed, the device turned itself up, making the touch incredibly enticing. Steve stifled a moan and the boy walking next to him laughed, “Look, he likes it!” he said, grabbing Steve’s leaking cock and giving it a little squeeze. Steve groaned quietly, unable to resist the sensual touch. The boy behind him moved up, pressing his body up to Steve’s naked form, “Is that true captain?” he whispered in Steve’s ear, “Am I turning you on?” his tongue licking slowly around Steve’s ear. Steve shivered involuntarily, his cock twitching in response. He could feel the device humming gently against his skin, amplifying the sensation tenfold. Every touch, every word spoken in his ear, seemed to send electric shocks straight to his balls. “You know, my father always told me, ‘Never waste an opportunity,’” the boy holding his cock said. “And here comes an opportunity knocking on our door.” With deft fingers, the boy reached down to cup Steve’s massive balls, squeezing them gently. Steve moaned loudly, unable to resist the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body. The boy released one ball, tracing a slow path down Steve’s thigh, before reaching back to grasp his hip. His movements were deliberate, purposeful, designed to torment and tease Steve mercilessly. "Oh, what a naughty American hero you are," the boy behind him murmured, his breath hot against Steve's neck. "You've been such a good boy, haven't you?" His words echoed in Steve's ears, fueling the fire burning deep within him. Steve stood rigid, his heart pounding furiously against his ribcage. He glanced at the young Hydra agents surrounding him, their hands casually molesting his naked body. The taunting smiles on their faces sent chills down Steve's spine and caused his cock to stiffen even more. The second boy grasped his cock again and Steve closed his eyes and moaned, “I’m a good boy…” he whispered, “I’m a good boy.” The boy looked at each other and smiled, the second one undid his pants, revealing another huge uncut cock, “Then prove it, be a good boy.” He took Steve’s shoulder and guided him down to his knees, Steve protested but his body responded immediately, he could smell the sweaty cock right in front of his nose. Steve paused, his lips trembling slightly as he stared at the throbbing member in front of him. His mind raced, desperately trying to pull himself together, regain control. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of leather and sweat mixed with the lingering aroma of youth and found his cock aching for release… The boy pressed his leaking cock to Steve’s sealed lips, smearing his precum across them like lipstick, “Come on…make this soldier cum…” The words from his dream came flying back to Steve and he parted his lips, taking the boy’s cock into his mouth. It tasted different than in his dreams, less salty, more bitter perhaps… But the taste excited him, excited his body, and when his lips wrapped around the cock and he sucked gently he almost screamed as a wave of pleasure pulsed through him. The device was amplifying everything, Steve's senses were on overload, he wanted to throw his head back and howl, but instead he moaned softly, his throat vibrating around the cock in his mouth. He started sucking harder, the cock sliding easily between his lips, his saliva dripping down his chin. He ran his tongue around the sensitive underside and the boy let out a soft cry, “Yes… Yes…” he whispered, gripping Steve’s hair roughly, “I have an Avenger sucking my cock!” he exclaimed to the other boy who was watching with lust in his eyes. The boy behind him knelt down and spread Steve’s perfect ass cheeks, “And I am about to lick an Avenger’s pussy!” he said before beginning to rim the hero’s virgin hole, his tongue slowly pushing into the straight legend. Steve gasped around the cock as he felt the boy’s tongue penetrate him. Again, the device made this simple sensation become a tsunami of pleasure that made him almost cum. As the boy in front of him pushed Steve’s head down on his cock, the Avenger was horrified to feel his hips push back, impaling himself on the boy’s tongue more. The three of them worked a rhythm, Steve rocking back and forth, his cock leaking precum on the floor beneath him. The cock in his mouth thrusting in and out, the tongue in his ass fluttering rapidly. The device amplified every sensation, and the hero was overwhelmed with pleasure, but it was more than that. Him on his knees, serving two Hydra agents was too much like his dreams, the memories of those imagined days flooded his brain and Steve couldn’t remember what was real and what wasn’t. He wanted them to use him, he moaned shamelessly as he let them molest him like a common whore. Steve tried to force himself to resist, but he couldn’t bring himself to break contact with either of them. He was desperate for release, and the way they were treating him was making it impossible to deny himself. The boy in front of him stopped thrusting his cock into Steve’s mouth, pulling out suddenly. Steve whimpered pathetically, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping from his lips. The boy stroked his cock three times before his load came flying out, spraying all over Steve’s handsome features. Steve gasped as the hot cum hit his face, he could taste it in his mouth as the boy continued to stroke, dumping his whole load on the hero’s face. As soon as the boy was done his hand dropped away… And Steve lunged forward, licking the last of his cum off the member, inch by inch… They both laughed, “Oh he is a cum slut!” the boy said, pushing Steve’s face away, “Get off whore! It is done…there is no more!” Steve fell back onto his own precum, his cock throbbing for relief. He needed to cum…but knew he couldn’t without serving someone…he turned to the other boy and began to open his pants. He jumped back and slapped Steve’s face, “No! Bad dog!” Steve froze, shocked. “Your Master is waiting for you slut…act like a human being!” The words were like a bucket of cold water and Steve realized what he had just tried to do. He looked down, “I-I’m sorry…I…” The boy pulled him to his feet, “Save it, you’re a slut, we get it.” They resumed leading him down the hallways, he could feel the cum drying on his face, the smell of it as it was disgusting. The device buzzed, sending a surge of pleasure through him. Steve had to remind himself to walk normally, his hips swaying as if he was drunk. “God damnit!” he cursed under his breath, wanting to grip his cock desperately. The boy behind him grabbed his arm, his grip tightening around Steve’s bicep, “Keep moving.” Steve stumbled along until he came to a pair of large wooden doors, the boys opened it revealing a familiar room, this had been Red Skull’s throne room! The large bay windows looking out across the snowcapped mountains, it felt like it was yesterday that Red Skull had fucked him here… Steve shook his head, no, that was a dream…just a dream… “How did you sleep Captain?” Lukas’ voice called out across the room, Steve turned and saw the boy casually sitting in his grandfather’s throne, “Sweet dreams?” The smile told Steve everything…all of them had been more conditioning. He had worked the images into his brain while he slept and now…now he couldn’t stop thinking about them… Or being turned on by them… “Leave him,” Lukas said to the boys, the let go of him, one of them slapping his ass before leaving. Steve stood there, naked in front of the boy, not knowing what to do. “So, Captain, are you still my good boy?” Lukas asked, his gaze wandering down Steve's hard cock. “What do you want from me?” Steve asked the boy, desperately trying to appeal to his humanity. “Want? I want you Captain, I want you to swear to me completely. I will own you in ways my grandfather never could.” Lukas declared confidently; his eyes locked with Steve's. “I can show you who you really are…deep inside.” “This isn’t who I am,” Steve said wearily. “Isn’t it? Crawl to me captain, get on all fours like a dog and crawl to me.” Steve’s jaw tightened, “No,” he said, steeling himself for the punishment. Lukas smiled, his eyes flashing, “There he is, there is the hero you pretend to be! Very well, let’s break him first!” He pushed the button and the pleasure vanished. The pain was instant, but it was so much worse than before. Every cell of his body screamed out in pain, and he collapsed to the floor, his entire world shades of agony. “The first time we did this you had the device for 24 hours, it’s been twice that now…how much worse is it?” Steve screamed, his throat raw as it felt like his skin was on fire. “It will not fade,” Lukas explained, “With normal pain one can become numb to it as the nerve endings are overworked and burnt out, this is not a sensation Captain, it is a lack of one. Your perfect nervous system now craves the pleasure only I can bring…this feeling will not lessen or get more tolerable…this will be your life from now on.” He writhed on the ground, trying to escape the torture, but it was everywhere, enveloping him completely. “Now crawl to me,” Lukas commanded, his voice ringing through the chamber. Steve clawed at the floor, his nails scratching against the polished wood. His muscles spasmed uncontrollably, his entire body shaking violently. He was drenched in sweat, his skin slick with perspiration. “Crawl to me and it all goes away,” Lukas said, sounding calm and collected. Steve tried to fight it, what little of his mind he had left tried to find the strength to move, to fight back…but every muscle, every bone, every part of him was just raw pain and he couldn’t focus past it. “Come boy,” Lukas said as if calling a dog, “Come to me…leave the pain behind…be my good boy.” The words echoed in Steve's ears, a siren call he couldn't help but respond to. The thought of crawling to this man, a former enemy, made Steve's blood boil with anger and humiliation. Yet, despite his resolve, his body betrayed him, his legs quivering as he slowly crawled to the boy, the movement lessening the pain ever so much. Like the junkie he had become Steve moved again to the boy, each inch he moved bringing the pleasure back faster and faster…until he found himself crawling like a dog towards Lukas and his throne. As he got closer, he felt his cock start to harden and knew…he had been broken. When he got to the boy’s bare feet his body was alive with pleasure again, his mind swimming with ecstasy. Lukas extended one foot, “Kiss it…kiss it and swear to me.” Steve hesitated, the urge to refuse raging through his mind. He knew if he gave in, he would truly lose everything...But then the memory of the pain came to him, a reminder of what waited should he disobey. So, with a heavy heart, he leaned forward... "Swear to me," Lukas repeated, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Steve swallowed hard, feeling the heat of panic begin to rise within him. He couldn't bear the thought of being enslaved by someone else, forced to submit to their desires. He struggled internally, grappling with the temptation of pleasure versus the shame of surrender. In that hesitation the pleasure vanished, and Steve's nostrils flared as he strained against the overwhelming pain and yearning for release. Lukas watched him with cold amusement, knowing the torment Steve was enduring. "Kiss it," Lukas repeated, his voice icy and devoid of emotion. Steve's eyes narrowed, his resolve wavering. The relentless pain seared through him, consuming his thoughts. Steve's face contorted in agony, yet his body was drawn to the foot of Lukas, as if ensnared by an invisible chain. He groaned heavily, the sounds muffled by the carpet beneath him. Each labored breath dragged him deeper into despair. The sweet promise of bliss danced on the cusp of his consciousness, tantalizing him with its fleeting moments. "Swear to me," Lukas demanded, his voice a velvet whip striking Steve's battered spirit. Steve's resolve wavered in the tempest of torment. Steve closed his eyes and the memory of Red Skull fucking here in this room passed through his mind and in the pain…he couldn’t remember if it was real or not...and in that moment he realized he wanted to feel that again…to be fucked again and to be happy… to be free…free of the pain, free of all of it. It was easy to see the trap for what it was, but the prospect of relief was too appealing. And so, with a quiver in his voice, Steve heard himself say, "I swear to you" Lukas smiled broadly, extending his foot to allow Steve to kiss it. As Steve's lips touched the cool flesh, a surge of pleasure washed over him, drowning out the lingering remnants of pain. He kissed the foot passionately, his desire for release growing stronger with each passing second. The sensation of Lukas' toes pressing against his lips sent waves of pleasure rippling through his body. He moaned softly, his voice barely audible amidst the intense silence that filled the room. "Good boy," Lukas crooned, his voice low and soothing. "Now, are my toes all you want to suck?” Lukas asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to Steve, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a dance that was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Steve looked up to Lukas’ cock and felt his mouth grow dry as his cock wept for more… Steve slowly raised up from his knees and began to suck on the tip of the cock like a nursing calf. He used his hands to stroke the base of the shaft, gently massaging it as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive head. His mouth eagerly accepted the growing erection, swallowing it down his throat as far as possible. Lukas moaned, his body arching forward in pleasure. "That's it, Captain," he breathed, threading his fingers through Steve's hair. "You're such a good boy." As Steve bobbed his head enthusiastically, Lukas gripped his hair tightly, guiding him deeper on his cock. Steve's warm, wet mouth engulfed him, greedily sucking and licking every inch of his length. Steve's talented tongue expertly traced every ridge and vein, causing Lukas to moan loudly. The sensation was electrifying, and Lukas couldn't believe how skillfully Steve was performing. He knew that this was not merely a display of physical prowess, but rather, a reflection of submission and absolute devotion. "Such a willing slut..." Lukas chuckled, savoring the sight of Steve fervently sucking his cock. He reveled in the power dynamic, enjoying the knowledge that he held complete control over the legendary Captain America. "Move to the windows, so you may properly service my superior German cock. They moved to the windows and Steve curled up next to the boy and took his cock into his mouth again. He moaned shamelessly as he worked the thick cock as the boy praised him like a pet, “Such a good boy…who has a slutty mouth? Is it you? Is it Captain Amerislut?” The boy teased, pushing Steve’s head down onto his cock. Steve made a strangled noise, his throat convulsing around the intrusion. “That’s right, American whore, suck it! Show us how much you love the taste of my German cock!” Steve whimpered softly, his mouth clinging to Lukas' cock like a lifeline, desperate to bring the boy pleasure so he could get off too. As he sucked on the enormous cock, he realized dimly he had equated sucking this cock with his own pleasure, the harder he sucked, the more moans and groans he pulled from Lukas brought him the same pleasure…he was addicted to it…he had truly become a whore. “Do you like that?” Lukas asked, pulling the hero’s mouth off his cock, “Do you like serving that cock?” he asked, looking deep into Steve’s blue eyes. The hero felt the familiar shame begin to swell but the pleasure…the pure erotic sensations moved through him as he held onto the cock quickly drowned it out…he was more shocked than disappointed to find himself nodding, “Yes…sir…” he said lowering his gaze. Lukas raised the hero’s face to look at him, “Such a good boy…” and leaned in and kissed him passionately. Steve was shocked, he had never been kissed by a man before but as the German’s tongue pushed into his mouth the device amped itself up and Steve found himself moaning around the kiss, leaning into it, greedy for more. Lukas responded in kind, the two of them embracing and kissing like lovers in front of the wide panoramic windows. Steve grinded his cock against Lukas’s, the two swollen members smearing precum over each other. Lukas pulled back, Steve’s mouth still open, wanting more… “Are you ready to serve me?” Lukas asked the former hero, “Are you ready to submit?” Steve felt his heart pounding in his chest, his breath quickening as he prepared to speak. He had to admit, he was tired of suffering, tired of fighting. What difference did it make if he surrendered? At least then he could experience some semblance of happiness. Steve knew he was treading dangerously close to betraying everything he once believed in, but the pain was too great to endure any longer. In a hoarse whisper, he managed to muster the courage to answer, “Yes, I am.” Lukas grabbed Steve’s cheeks and pushed them together, “Yes what?” he growled, his eyes burning like coals. Steve squirmed uncomfortably, feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Yes sir, I am ready to submit,” Steve whispered, his voice trembling. Lukas smiled and kissed Steve again, taking the Avenger’s breath away before standing up and walking over to the throne and sitting down and draping himself across to it. He looked at Steve, “Come boy…crawl to me!” Steve crawled on his hands and knees, the sound of his cock slapping against his abs echoing in the empty room. As he reached the bottom step, he prostrated himself at Lukas' feet, trembling with anticipation. Lukas leaned down and ran his fingertips along Steve's cheek, tracing the contours of his chiseled jawline. "Look at me, Captain," he murmured, his voice teasingly soft. Steve lifted his gaze, meeting Lukas' piercing eyes. There was something unsettlingly hypnotic about those deep pools of darkness. Steve looked up and found pleasure in that gaze…his cock throbbed as he looked at his new master…and realized it wasn’t all the device…he had been tamed…this boy owned him now. “Climb up onto my lap, you will ride my cock here on my grandfather’s throne…swearing allegiance to this superior German cock.” Lukas ordered, his tone firm and commanding. Steve swallowed nervously, his heart racing. He hesitated briefly before starting to climb up the steps, his movements awkward and uncertain. As he ascended, Steve glanced out the window, the sun peeking through the clouds casting shadows that danced on the walls of the castle. He tried to remember the last time he was here, so many years ago but all he could recall was the way Red Skull fucked him at those windows as he begged the Nazi to make him cum. He turned back to Lukas and saw the same cock on the boy and realized…he wanted this. He needed this…he ached for the touch of the German boy, the kiss of his mouth, the embrace of his arms. The lustful hunger grew stronger within him, and he mounted Lukas without hesitation. As he sat on the edge of the throne, Steve grasped the German's massive cock, positioning it at his entrance. He inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of Lukas' arousal mingling with the air. Steve guided the cockhead towards his slick asshole, his heart thumping wildly in anticipation. "Relax," Lukas whispered soothingly, his hand resting on Steve's hip. "Let me guide you." Steve nodded, surrendering to the moment. Lukas positioned himself underneath Steve, their bodies aligning perfectly. He wrapped his arms around Steve's waist, holding him steady. Steve, breathing heavily, rested his palms on Lukas' shoulders as he carefully inched backwards, allowing the head of the cock to penetrate his entrance. As the first inch slid in, Steve gasped, his hips jerking instinctively. “Take it,” Lukas snapped, “Take the whole thing you slut…” Steve whimpered as he felt the cock stretch his hole deliciously. The device hummed, turning the blinding pain into a pleasure unto itself, sending more and more happy into Steve’s brain. Steve began thrusting back and forth, pushing the massive cock deeper and deeper inside his ass. Steve groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he impaled himself on the monstrous phallus. The incredibly sensitive nerves surrounding his prostate were firing nonstop, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Steve cried out, his voice echoing through the castle. "Harder," Steve pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. Lukas obliged, grabbing Steve's hips and pulling him closer. Steve cried out, his voice echoing through the castle. He thrust upward, impaling Steve on his cock even deeper. Steve's moans became louder, the intensity rising with each thrust. The hero couldn't believe how good it felt to surrender himself to the sensation. "Oh God, yes. Faster, fuck me harder!" Steve screamed, his voice reaching fever pitch. Lukas obeyed, driving his cock deeper into Steve's tight, wet hole. Steve arched his back, his hands digging into Lukas' muscular shoulders. The rhythm of their thrusts built momentum, each stroke sending electric sparks coursing through Steve's body. The scent of sweat and arousal permeated the air, fueling their passionate exchange. "Harder," Steve panted, his voice husky with need. Lukas responded with renewed vigor, slamming his cock deep inside Steve's hungry ass. Their bodies collided, creating a symphony of grunts and moans that filled the chamber. “You like that whore? You like that German cock fucking you?” Lukas asked, watching the hero ride his cock as if his life depended on it. Steve's moans and screams grew louder, his voice echoing throughout the castle. "Yes, oh God, FUCK ME HARDER!" He begged, his hands gripping Lukas' shoulders tightly. Lukas grinned wickedly, his grip on Steve's hips tightening. The German's cock relentlessly pumped in and out of Steve's tight ass, filling him with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. Steve felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he continued to ride Lukas' cock desperately. He didn't care about anything anymore, only that he was getting fucked. The words "Fukker" and "Nazi Slut" were branded into his mind, as he let go of all his inhibitions, embracing his new role as Lukas' submissive toy. "Do you want to cum? Does my fuck dog want to cum?" Lukas asked as Steve slammed his ass back onto his cock. Steve nodded, “Please…I’m a good boy…” he sobbed, fucking himself harder on the boy’s cock. “Then hail Hydra…as you fuck yourself on my cock pledge allegiance to me with our battle cry!” Lukas commanded, his eyes glittering with triumph. Steve’s mind froze, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it, the moment he had dreaded—surrendering, not just his body, but his soul. He knew that there was no going back, that he would forever be marked with the stain of betrayal. "Hail Hydra," Steve finally screamed, forcing the boy’s massive cock into his hole, his voice choked with emotion. "Hail Hydra…" he repeated grabbing his cock and stroking himself. Lukas roared with laughter, his voice echoing through the cavernous stone chamber. He gripped Steve's hips firmly, thrusting his thick cock into the hero's waiting ass with renewed force. Steve's body trembled and shook, his muscles straining under the intensity of the brutal fucking. The scent of sweat and arousal hung thick in the air, fueling the fiery passion between the two men. "Yes yes," Steve moaned, his voice hoarse and strained. "Fuck me, Master. Fuck me harder." Lukas grinned wickedly, his eyes glittering with triumph. Lukas took Steve’s cock in his hand and stroked it while Steve fucked himself harder, “Raise your hand Captain…give me the Hydra salute as you cum!” Steve, lost in the haze of glorious depravity, threw his arm high in the air and shouted, “HAIL HYDRA!” Lukas laughed, pumping Steve’s cock faster, “Cum for me, Captain America! Cum for me!” Steve began to pant, his orgasm rapidly approaching. His cock twitched in Lukas' hand as he began to cum…his muscled body shaking as he kept screaming… “HASIL HYDRA…OH FUCK ME HYDRA…” Steve sobbed as his cock shot the biggest load of his load everywhere. Lukas, satisfied with seeing Steve reduced to a whimpering mess, released his cock and allowed Steve to fall to the floor. The cold stone was harsh against Steve's skin, as the fog of orgasm dissipated from his mind. His heart raced, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, as he struggled to come to terms with what he had done. Steve lay there, staring listlessly at the damp stains on the floor, his cock still hard and throbbing with residual arousal. “Your bed is over there,” Lukas said, pointing to a large pillow, resembling a dog bed, “There is food and water there, rest, I will call for you if I want you.” Steve looked over and saw two bowls on the ground…they each had his star symbol on them. Knowing he had no choice he crawled towards them, cum dripping out of his ass as he went. He leaned down and began to lap the water…realizing he had become exactly what Lukas had called him. A fuck dog. One Month Later “They released another one,” Natasha said, running into Fury’s office. “Motherfuckers,” he muttered under his breath as he turned on a monitor. Captain America was impaled on a cock while other Hydra agents surrounded him. The hero was obvious willing as he took each cock into his mouth as he slammed himself down on the goon’s cock. Fury turned it off, “How many people have seen this?” “We got it off of Pornhub! They released it across the world, we’re erasing copies but as soon as one is gone two more pop up. It’s out there.” Fury slammed his fist down on his desk, “Are we anywhere on how they got him?” She shook her head, “He just didn’t show up one day, no note, nothing. Next thing we know…we start getting those.” “We need to find him.” He said and Natasha paused, and he looked at her, “Well don’t get shy on me now.” “With all due respect director, but you saw the look on his face, are we sure he wants to be found?” Fury said nothing, pretty much agreeing with her. “I’ll let you know if we find something.” He nodded as she walked out, Clint was waiting there for her, “How did he take it?” “How do you think? Any word from Tony?” “He’s looking but whoever is running Hydra now is clever, no big threats or speeches, just random Cap porn. He’s killing morale.” “We’ll find him,” she said, “I’m going to go kick a few doors and see if I can find something, you coming?” Clint shook his head, “Can’t’,” he held up a card, “Got my yearly physical today.” “Have fun,” she said walking out of the building. “Right,” he said to himself, “Who has fun at a physical?”

Hooked up with a top in his 70s online this week. He had a rather large dick and a fuck bench so what's not to like. Invited me over and when I arrived he told me he wanted to be sucked off first. He was 6ft,3 , wearing army boots and combats and I could hardly get his dick in my mouth. He told me he was going to breed my hole and took me into his garage. His fuck bench was home made but did the trick. He bent me over it and applied straps to my arms wrists around my boots and thighs with a big one over my body leaving me totally secured. He fucked my face again pushing deep down my throat and then said he was going to "bugger" me hard and raw. I was in no position to back out and didn't want to as I was very turned on by this. He said i'd needed to be gagged and took some duct tape and silenced me with it then got up behind me and pushed hsi big cock up my arse hammering me for ages. He was very verbal and told me he took ages to cum and I was his bitch until he did. Finally he shot a big load inside me ripped off the duct tape and made me clean his cock up. Best bondage fuck in ages.

This story contains dark psychological elements, and extreme consensual scenarios intended purely for fictional entertainment. If you somehow visit this forum and are still easily offended, overly politically correct, or uncomfortable with explicit material involving psychological submission and risky behavior, you are advised not to read further. Although I know a Helena and a Mia, all characters are entirely fictional and over the age of 18. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. I have been lurking on this forum for a long time. Here is my little pervert gift to you all. I hope you enjoy it. Motier1815 (ObsidianPulse) Into the Crazy Room CHAPTER 1 , The Dare The year was 2001, and dangerous ideas often started as jokes that spiraled out of control. Helena and her friends were gathered around Rachel’s dining table for their monthly "Girls' Night," a setting familiar to them all. The table was set with early 2000s decor, and the air was filled with the scent of wine and the low hum of a CD player in the background. Wine poured freely, as did their deepest secrets. Four successful, independent women in their late twenties, each restless in their own right, found themselves drawn into a web of intrigue sparked by Lisa's casual question. Lisa, ever the boundary-pusher, leaned in after her second glass, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Ever heard of Roulette Night?" she asked, her tone as nonchalant as if she were suggesting a new restaurant. The others looked up, curiosity piqued. Rachel, ever the pragmatist, was the first to respond. "Sounds like a casino," she said flatly, taking a sip of her wine. Lisa’s grin sharpened, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. "It’s not," she replied, lowering her voice to a near whisper. "It’s a private party. Fetish scene. Bareback only. No condoms allowed." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and intrigue on her face. "Really? That’s bold," she said, leaning back in her chair. Mia raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. "What is it then?" she asked, her voice laced with caution. Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Out of the twenty men attending, one’s HIV positive," she revealed, letting the bombshell hang in the air. The room froze, the weight of her words settling over the group like a shroud. Helena’s breath caught in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. By 2001, HIV/AIDS was better understood, but the stigma and fear were still very real. Mia whispered, her voice barely audible, "You mean… actually positive?" Lisa nodded, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Yes. Untreated," she confirmed, her voice smooth and unyielding. Rachel shook her head sharply, horror etched on her face. "That’s insane," she declared. "So… no tests? Nothing?" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief. Lisa shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only served to heighten the tension. "Only their word," she said, her tone dismissive. The table went silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Lisa continued, savoring every word, "While you're with your partner, you’re allowed to ask him directly: ‘Are you the infected one?’ He must answer truthfully. If he lies, he's banned forever. After his answer, you decide. You can say no at any time, and he pulls out. But if you say nothing..." Lisa let the silence hang, the implication clear. "...it's taken as consent." Helena felt a strange pulse deep inside her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. The idea of a five percent chance, nineteen clean, one infected, with no real proof, wrapped around her brain like silk and thorns. Mia looked sick, her face pale and drawn. "One of us could get it," she whispered, her voice trembling. Lisa shrugged again, her smile predatory. "Or none of us. The odds are in your favor," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "But they're not zero," Mia whispered, her eyes wide with fear. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "And that’s exactly why it’s exciting," she declared. Over the following weeks, Lisa kept returning to the idea, her enthusiasm unwavering. Rachel resisted the hardest, but even she couldn’t fully turn away. Mia said little but grew more visibly shaken every time the topic came up. Helena kept her own battle private, afraid of how much the idea thrilled her, the risk, the irreversible danger, the ultimate surrender. Lisa’s final move came when she dropped the invitation on the table weeks later. ROULETTE NIGHT, PRIVATE INVITATION. Rachel stared at it like it was a weapon, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. Mia simply exhaled, her breath shaky and uncertain. Lisa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "One night. One chance. Watch if you want. Nothing more , unless you choose," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous promise. The early 2000s decor and the low hum of the CD player seemed to fade into the background as the gravity of their decision settled in.

So I am old enough that we had Junior High (starting at 7th grade) and Senior High I don’t remember taking showers after regular gym class in Jr H …. But we did have swim class for about 4 weeks or so in the winter …. And (this was back in the 60’s) and so swim class for boys was in the nude… and we had to take a shower before and after swim… and it was a big gang shower HS also had a gang shower… and there I do know we had to shower after every class… and Swim again for about 4 weeks in the winter) was nude - where we had to shower before and after) and the school provided towels … but you didn’t get your towel until you were leaving the shower, so you had to strip at your locker … then walk totally naked to the gang shower… (looking back now I would live to have been the towel boy … who was always some jock in their senior year…. Not sure how they got selected for the job) - But because we were naked a lot around each other it just got to be normal - no one tried to “cover up” between their locker and the shower because there was nothing to hide ….we had all seen everything (and NO ONE has a big dick in a cold pool in Wisconsin in the winter) (we had to shower …. And then walk down an unheated hall and stand there shivering wet and cold- while we waited for the coach to unlock the door to the pool) So there was no showing off… and no real teasing…. At least that I remember…. And there was one kid in my class …. Short well built jock … I think on the wrestling team) who looked like he didn’t hit puberty until 10th or 11th grade (no pubic hair with little cock and balls) but as he was one of the jocks… no one teased him at all Fortunately i had no clue that i might be gay … so I didn’t do any real “looking” … but then again maybe that was a good as I never got a boner in the Locker room A lot of people now of course think that this is creepy… or “banned word” ….but it was just “normal” for us … and now when I am in a locker room … I used to work at a university.. and so would used the campus gym …. And I felt really bad when I would see these really super fit 20 year old jocks changing under their towel … I feel bad that they are soooooo nervous and embarrassed about their body …. Bring raised with gang showers and nude swimming- If anything now when I am in a locker room I am more embarrassed about the other guys seeing my flabby stomach than someone seeing my cock

A couple months ago I started chatting with a guy on sniffies and between sharing kinks and fantasies we learned that we were both interested in rape play - him as the aggressor and me as the victim. Our chat eventually migrated to telegram where we shared our deepest fantasies and planned to act out this fantasy in real life. Weeks of chatting and playing cat and mouse went on. I learned that he wanted total anon domination of me. He recommended that I take a cocktail of NyQuil and alcohol and leave my apartment unlocked for him to find me and rape me. We planned to meet up and after a few cases of cold feet on my end I messaged him one afternoon while I was at work only to discover he wasn’t too far from me and was available. Horny as ever, I headed home early, stopped by the store for my essentials and waited for him to message me. Like clockwork, a few hours later he messaged me that he would be on his way. He instructed me to take 2 doses of NyQuil and 2 shots of vodka and I did as he said. He instructed me to be fully clothed, hood on, and ball gag on the table. Upon entering he would record a video of me agreeing to be raped, place the gag in my mouth and the rest was up to him. As he made his way to my apartment he continued to direct me to drink the NyQuil and vodka so that I would be totally passed out upon his arrival. I have no memory of our interaction. I woke up the next morning at 5am, my bed drenched in sweat, my hood still on, and totally naked on my bed. The only evidence I have are two videos he took of me. One of him inspecting me on my couch when he entered my apartment and making me consent to being raped and another of my naked limp body on my bed before he left. No idea who he was. I love being an anon whore.

OK.... so... voting is over. All of you (and the previous comments I was able to find in my email) have put me in quite the pickle here. After counting, the final results are as follows: A) 21 points B) 21 points C) 25 points D) 15 points That leaves there being a two way tie for the second story. In order to keep updates on schedule, that only means one thing. There will be THREE stories posted. This means that I'm going to be writing a lot over the next few days. The first story is ready to go, and thus will follow here shortly, and I'll post the other two hopefully next week (work takes priority... sorry). I blame all of you conspiring to get more out of me here. All of you are to blame! 😆 I'll post the choices for the next story choices at the end of the 3rd story. Thanks for all of you voting to make this story thread a success.

Yes definitely continue

The other day, I found a prescription bottle for prep in my bf’s car. We’re currently monogamous and he’s against the idea of cheating, as he’s been cheated on with previous partners. The prescription was filled within the past couple months. My heart kinda sank a bit, wondering why he has it. The idea of him being with others sexually doesn’t bother me much, but I still felt that initial shock of hurt and jealousy. I unscrewed to top to reveal it was still sealed and unopened. A small bit of relief overcame the anxiety I felt. But then another feeling started to arise, or rather a mix of feelings. It was equal parts arousal, and disappointment. See, I’m in the category of guys who finds the idea of cheating incredibly hot and extremely exciting. Whether I’m the one sneaking around getting loaded up behind his back and without his knowledge, or if I’m the one who’s clueless as to what and who is going inside of my boy’s beautiful hole. The entire situation can be intoxicating. Which is why I kinda want my boyfriend to be fucking around on me. I secretly scroll Grindr when he’s out of town and I try to look in the area he’s staying and sincerely hoping I find a profile that looks like it could be him. The idea of him in a hotel scrolling Grindr, looking for another cock to fill him up is something that gets me hard like nothing else. I’ve told him before im open to the idea of him hooking up with other’s. I just want to know about it so I can enjoy it too. However it’s really the idea of me catching him that’s the most intriguing. So I’m not sure if an “open relationship” is what I’m looking for with him or what. But I’d love to have him come home after his trips and I find some cummy underwear in his suitcase that’s not his. Or some other indication that he’s fucking around on me. It’s a guilty pleasure of mine. My ultimate fantasy right now. 😈

I love going to bath houses and sex on premises venues. I live in an apartment building that is directly behind a bath house and three other bath houses are just a few minutes walk on Oxford Street and it's way too easy to frequent them moments notice or when the clubs let out in the early morning hours. After I tested poz, my bath house experiences became a lot easier to meet other like minded poz guys to play with. The one main thing I’ve learned from frequenting bath houses is that you are 100% in control of yourself and for your own sanity, DO NOT EXPECT ANYTHING. If something amazing happens, take it as a big win. There have been several times when I’ve looped the mazes and the dark rooms and not received a single hint to fuck or get fucked and I secretly get FOMO and pissed off because I can hear the vocal fucks as I pass by the cabins. On the flip side, I’ve walked into a bath house, put my belongings in a locker, ventured into a sling in a sling room and gathered a decent crowd of guys to fuck me till I pissed all over my stomach and chest…those moments when you’re having such good fucking, that when you recall the experience, you realize that never walked around to explore the venue. Separate your fantasies from reality. Sometimes the fantasies come true, sometimes reality bites. DO NOT EXPECT ANYTHING at a bath house or sex venue.

I got the fuck flu 4 weeks after I tested negative then fucked and mostly got fucked raw by dozens of men afterwards I'm not sure how long it took. It lasted a week and it never crossed my mind that it was the fuck flu and didn't get tested for another year.

what a good boy

Under the right circumstances, it can be amazing. The first time I participated, I was hard. I am definitely not racist and believe people are beautiful, regardless of race. Over the years, I have been with just about every race. the first time I was casually dating a black twink and he really wanted me to treat him as my southern black slave with all the verbiage. The first time didn’t go so well, but I tried my best. After, I had to really evaluate that situation. I finally came to the realization that it was just another form of kink and that he was the one who asked/begged for it, so my social and political views were still in check. and since mental stimulation is just as important as physical, I was able to do better the next time. Over the years, if someone asked for that type of fetish role play, I gladly satisfied their desires.

My hole needs a big cock at the very least, but preferably something larger.

Delicious. Could spend a long time tasting your hole, getting it slack

Up until that time that I converted I was having bareback sex, a random hook up about once every 2 to three times a week. But it was not the sex that did it. I was friends with a person, who was in some ways a mentor. He was undetectable, that much I am sure of, and was on medications, (about 20 years ago.) This guy mentored me in 1 scene, and helped me understand fisting. But he also introduced me to blood slam. I agreed to do such with him. He drew a bit of my blood and injected into himself. He then drew a bit of his blood and I injected into my leg. 2 weeks later I was sick, far worse than anything I ever had. Very high fevers, and nausea. Got admitted to the hospital for about a week. It was before they discharged me that I was told I was HIV Poz.

Aching for a thick cock to breed me

When I was younger, I met a very good looking early 20s-guy, who also seemed rather dense. This encounter is a twist on “young, dumb, and full of cum!” While it started out as one casual hookup, within one week, Luke’s tongue and mouth were dating my asshole, and my asshole was cheating with other guys’ cocks. The first time I met Luke was a Sunday morning after I had completed an all-night cock-and-cum binge. My body was clean and showered for him, and my ass had five fresh loads of cum deep inside me from five random guys. While I like nasty guys and usually share my load count with hookups, this time intuitively felt different. Luke seemed wholesome, naive, and as I mentioned dense, but at the same time he was a horny boy who was interested in trying new things and desperate to get off. I do not really go for vanilla guys and this guy seemed borderline to me, but when Luke admitted he had never eaten a guy’s ass before and was readily willing to eat mine if I would teach him, I could not get to Luke’s apartment fast enough! When I arrived at Luke’s apartment, I stripped down to my athletic socks and running shoes and laid my back on the seat of his couch facing out. I lifted my legs, so my exposed asshole was at the edge of his couch, ready for Luke’s mouth and tongue when he sat on the floor in front of me. I told Luke I would coach him on how to best eat my ass, but I had two primary rules: 1) Once his mouth touched my asshole, he had to maintain eye contact with me the entire time and 2) He could not stop eating my ass until I told him we were done. Luke agreed to my conditions, and we started out with the basics. In no time, Luke was in the zone, eating my ass like a hungry little obedient boy. By this time, the five loads of cum were mainly resting just inside my fuck hole, looking for their next adventure. I decided it was time to start feeding the boy, but in a controlled and measured way. I pushed out a small amount of cum into Luke’s mouth while he licked and sucked on my hole. He kept on eating me, so I pushed another small amount of cum into his mouth. As Luke enthusiastically continued eating my ass with no hesitation, I kept pushing small amounts of cum into his hard-working mouth every 20-30 seconds until I fed him every drop of cum from all five loads! As a reward for a job well done, I let Luke fuck me full of cum, so his swimmers had a nice new home. I found out that day that Luke was a natural-born ass eater. I asked Luke if he wanted a repeat and he said, “How about next Sunday, same time?” Luke and I did this same routine every Sunday for the next year: While Luke worked the 12 midnight to 8am Sunday shift, I cruised for guys to fuck their loads into me so I could discreetly feed them all to Luke, one small amount at a time. I calculated out that I usually got an average of four loads fucked into me each early Sunday morning prior to feeding Luke. That comes out to 208 loads of cum that I fed him for the year we hooked up…FUCK, that’s a lot of cum!!!

I'll say this, too, jd: Years ago, I ran up against that posting limit (which may have been slightly larger at the time - the owner of the site has been known to adjust those as necessary), but there were a lot of discussions I wanted to participate in. I made a point of signing on each day, and that helped me use every one of my limited posting opportunities every day. As Viking pointed out, quality of the posts matter too. Because the system that evaluates and moves people up levels is mostly automated (if not entirely so - that's one reason it's not disclosed, to keep people from trying to "game" it), I'd hazard a guess that post quality is probably evaluated by things the software can measure, like post length and number of "reactions" it generates. So, for instance, a post replying to a hot fiction story that just says "Hottttt", while no doubt a welcome boost of confidence to the author, isn't going to inspire anyone to "like" your response. But in a General Discussion topic about something like relationship experiences, responding to a question with a thoughtful answer may well generate half a dozen reactions. A clever response with a pun or joke embedded in it might get several "HaHa" reactions in addition to up or down votes for people who agree or disagree with your point.

I made a Sunday trip last weekend to Bear Party in Mid town. I haven't been to a NYC sex club since god knows when - i think the last was Men In Boots- and if you know you know-those were the days! I got so confused in midtown i started going in the wrong direction on 37th -remembering the old space that used to hold all these clubs but i realized i was in wrong direction and headed West. The 2nd floor place was a huge loft-- very clean,, very nice- coat check plus lockers- a nice sit lounge with refreshments. Very smart and nice. The back area was full of curtained areas-- slings and some leather beds. A particular dark area had couches -no beds -- i thought the lighting was kinda too bright for my taste i wish they were a bit dimmer. The crowd was varied and very much -ready to go- this is not a stand around sex party. they got down to business. i had about 1 hour 1/2 to spend-- i was going to theater matinee so i had to be quick -- thankfully i did get fucked a couple of times but i wish i could have stayed longer. But this is definitely arrive on time- or you will lose the peak activity. The bathrooms and wash area were very well kept and clean. I liked the vibe -i would definitely go back when i can get away to the city so i would recommend. My only take is i didn't really see anyone i recognized from my old days so i kinda felt odd man out. When you step away from scene - it really does change and jumping back in isn't easy especially as you age. -- Definitely a good venue and vibe. I will have to try a Friday evening Bear Party and or the Fuck stop version party- which i really don't know what the difference but it may be a different demo.

I love it. I love young guys. Younger the better.

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.