Leaderboard

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

pink to make the boys wink 😉

The harsh neon lights of the motel sign outside cast an eerie glow through the thin curtains, painting the dingy room in a sickly pink hue. The stale scent of cheap cigarette smoke lingered in the air, a grim reminder of past transgressions. I took a deep, shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I leaned against the cold, hard bedpost. My heart thudded against my ribcage, echoing through the silent room like a drum in a muffled chamber. The sound of the door clicking shut still resonated in my ears as I felt the sticky wetness of the stranger's seed trickling down my inner thighs. The plastic chastity cage around my cock felt like a cruel mockery, a constant reminder that this wasn't about my pleasure. It was about the service I had signed up for. My ass throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, the raw ache from being fucked so fiercely by DominantDaddy69's thick, unyielding cock. Each pulse was a stark reminder of his claim on my body tonight. My phone buzzed again, jolting me out of my thoughts. The screen was a flurry of messages, a cacophony of horny demands and last-minute cancellations. Most men were too chickenshit to follow through on their promises to use me like a cumdump. But as I scanned through the notifications, two stood out: "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed". My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Two more. I could handle two more. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is in a grimy motel room with the scent of stale smoke, feeling the aftermath of a raw, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. The room's neon lighting emphasizes the bleakness as they anticipate two more partners, identifiable by their screen names "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," who have confirmed their intent to continue the night of anonymous, bareback use. With trembling hands, I sent them my room number, feeling the weight of the plastic cage around my cock as I typed. It was a constant reminder that tonight wasn't about my desires, but rather the satisfaction of these anonymous men. My heart raced as I laid back on the bed, the stiff mattress groaning under my weight. The cheap, scratchy comforter did little to comfort me as I waited, my mind racing with images of what was to come. I picked up the blindfold from the nightstand, feeling the soft fabric against my fingertips. It smelled faintly of the previous user, and I shivered, knowing I would soon be in the same vulnerable position. The bottle of poppers was cool to the touch, and I took a deep sniff, the sharp, chemical smell making my head spin and my inhibitions dissolve even further. With a deep breath, I positioned myself on all fours, my ass pushed high in the air, a silent invitation to the next man who would dare to claim me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body tingling with the need for more. I heard the muffled sound of the door handle turning, and my heart skipped a beat. The door swung open, and the cool night air brushed against my flushed skin. I could hear the rustle of clothes as he stepped into the room, and the faint scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. The anticipation grew with each passing second, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. SUMMARY^1: The narrator sends their room number to "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," lying on the bed with the chastity cage digging into their skin. They take a hit of poppers to heighten sensitivity, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of the next anonymous partner, whose cologne fills the room with a sense of impending use. With trembling hands, I uncapped the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit. The sharp, chemical fumes filled my nose and mouth, burning as they hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and my vision swam for a moment as the blood rushed from my head to my cock, trapped and straining within the unforgiving confines of the chastity cage. The world took on a new dimension of sensitivity, my ass clenching in response to the sudden influx of blood. Before the dizziness could fully pass, I felt the warm, solid presence of the next man behind me. His heavy breaths fell on my back like a scalding blanket, and the head of his cock pushed against my tender, abused entrance. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as he began to apply pressure, my ass still tender from DominantDaddy69's rough treatment. The poppers had done their job, and my hole relaxed slightly, allowing the head to breach the barrier. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasped and moaned, the pain mixing with a desperate, yearning pleasure. The chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder of my role tonight: a vessel for their lust, a silent witness to their desires. The fabric of the blindfold was smooth against my eyes, and I was grateful for the darkness it provided. It allowed me to escape into a world where I wasn't just a cumdump in a cheap motel room, but a being of pure sensation, a conduit for their release. SUMMARY^1: The narrator uses poppers to enhance sensitivity, feeling the burn as the next anonymous man approaches. Despite the pain, they manage to relax enough for entry, and he begins to fuck them. The chastity cage emphasizes their role as a receptacle for his pleasure, and the blindfold offers a mental escape from their reality. He fucked me with a silent ferocity, his hips slapping against my ass in a rhythm as old as time itself. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity up my spine, making my teeth clench and my toes curl. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding, a symphony of carnality that drowned out the distant sounds of the motel's TVs and passing cars. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, a testament to our unbridled passion. As he reached his peak, his grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin like the talons of a raptor. The grunts grew louder, more animalistic, filling the air with the promise of his impending release. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came. I felt his hot, thick load fill me up, the warmth of his seed a stark contrast to the coldness of the plastic cage that held my cock captive. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through my body, my ass clenching around his cock as if to milk him for every last drop. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is taken by the anonymous man with intense force, their body reacting to the pain and pleasure of each thrust. The man reaches climax with a primal roar, filling the room with the sounds of their union, and the narrator feels the heat of his cum deep inside while the chastity cage remains cold and unyielding. SUMMARY^2: The narrator, a willing cumdump, has a blindfolded, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. They await two more partners, "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed." Using poppers for sensitivity, they endure another man's forceful bareback thrusts, the chastity cage a constant reminder of their role. The man reaches orgasm, filling them with his cum. When he finally pulled out, the sound of his cum dripping from my ass was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He didn't bother to wipe himself clean, leaving his seed to mingle with the sweat on my skin. I heard the rustle of his clothes as he dressed, his movements efficient and practiced, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. I bit back a whimper of protest, my body desperate for more, but I knew better than to speak. This was my night of servitude, and my desires were irrelevant. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the panting of my own ragged breaths. I remained still, my knees trembling, my ass still open and gaping from the relentless pounding he'd given me. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into me, making me aware of every inch of my exposed, used body. I wanted to move, to clean up, to do anything but lie there, but my instructions were clear. I was not to remove the blindfold or the chastity cage until the last man had left his mark. The anticipation grew once more as the sound of new footsteps approached. This time, they were lighter, quicker, almost eager. My heart skipped a beat as the door handle turned, and the door swung open, admitting a gust of cool air that made me shiver. The scent of cheap cologne was replaced by something cleaner, fresher, and the sound of the TV in the next room grew louder for a moment before the new arrival closed the door, cutting off the outside world once again. SUMMARY^1: After the second man leaves, the narrator is left in a state of post-coital need and vulnerability, surrounded by the evidence of their use. The chastity cage remains in place as they await the next encounter, the silence pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps and the promise of another anonymous conquest. "Hello, slut," a smooth, amused voice greeted me. The words were a caress, a declaration of his intentions, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips in response. It was a 'yes', a silent affirmation of my role, my purpose for this evening. The newcomer sounded young, maybe in his twenties, his voice filled with a cocky confidence that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, the sound of fabric hitting the floor like a declaration of war. I took a few more sniffs of the poppers, the burn in my nose and the dizziness it brought helping to push away the doubt, the fear. My cock, trapped and ignored, swelled painfully with each breath I took, desperate for any kind of touch. "Good slut," the man said, his footsteps moving closer. "You're going to take it all for me, aren't you?" The scent of his cock hit me before anything else, a heady mix of musk and sweat. It was potent, overwhelming, and my mouth watered involuntarily. He was close, so close, and then the hot, velvety tip was pressing against my lower lip, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and took him in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum on his head. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and bound by their chastity cage, is greeted by the confident voice of the third participant, 'ReadyToBreed'. Despite the fear, they are aroused by his dominance and the anticipation builds as they feel his cock against their lips, eager for the next round of anonymous use. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The words were a balm, a validation of my purpose here, and I moaned around his cock, eager to please. He didn't waste any time, pushing deeper, filling my mouth with his length until I gagged. The plastic chastity cage around my own cock seemed to tighten in response, a cruel reminder that my pleasure was not the focus tonight. "I had a fight with my girlfriend," he confessed, his voice strained with need. "She said she doesn't want my dick anymore." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. "So now you're going to take it all, aren't you?" His words were a demand, a challenge that my body eagerly accepted. I nodded, unable to form coherent words around his girth, my eyes watering as I tried to take him deeper. He chuckled, a dark, self-satisfied sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good," he murmured, "because you don't have a choice." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into my psyche, marking me as his for the night. He began to thrust into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every push. I choked and sputtered, my eyes watering, my throat burning. The taste of him was overwhelming, and yet I craved more. SUMMARY^1: 'ReadyToBreed' continues the narrator's degradation, revealing his personal motives for seeking this encounter. The narrator, desperate to serve, accepts his role, even as they struggle to accommodate his size and the painful reminder of their own chastity cage. His dominance is absolute, using the narrator's mouth as an outlet for his anger and frustration. I felt him growing harder, his cock thickening in my mouth as he used me for his pleasure. He was rough, uncaring, and the pain was a stark reminder of my place. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, dictating the rhythm of his pleasure. He didn't bother to ask if I was okay, didn't check if I could breathe, didn't care if I was choking on his length. And somehow, that only made me want to please him more. As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, it slapped against my wet cheek with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. He was massive, even when he wasn't fully erect, and the thought of him filling me up was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Sniff those poppers again," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, bringing the bottle to my nose and inhaling deeply. The burn was intense, making me cough and sneeze, but the effect was immediate. My senses sharpened, and my asshole felt like it was opening up, begging for his cock. He moved behind me, and I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed. His bare skin was hot against my back, and the smell of his arousal filled my nostrils. He didn't bother with any pleasantries, just grabbed my hips and lined his cock up with my entrance. I tensed, waiting for the pain, the stretching, but it never came. Instead, his cock slammed into me, pushing past any resistance with a brutal force that made me scream into the pillow. SUMMARY^1: The encounter with 'ReadyToBreed' escalates as he continues to assert his dominance. The narrator, fueled by poppers, is subjected to a painfully intense facefucking and is then forcefully penetrated anally, the cage on their cock a constant, painful reminder of their submissive role. Despite the harshness of the encounter, the narrator's desire to serve remains unbroken. "Take it," he growled, his hands digging into my skin. "Take it all like the good little slut you are." With the blindfold still in place, I had no way to anticipate his movements, to brace for the onslaught of his cock. I took another hit of the poppers, the harsh fumes making my vision swim. The room spun around me, and the sting of tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to disobey. My body was his to use, my pleasure secondary to his own. The plastic chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder that this was not about me, not tonight. His cock was indeed monstrous, stretching my ass wider than any before. Each thrust felt like a battering ram pounding into me, the force of his hips driving him deeper with every stroke. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed my senses. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he claimed my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by my muffled moans and his grunts of satisfaction. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rhythm changed. His strokes grew shorter, more urgent, and his grip on my hips tightened. I could feel his cock swelling, the heat of his orgasm building inside him. The anticipation was unbearable, my own body desperate for release, but denied by the unforgiving plastic that kept my cock at bay. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and in the thrall of the poppers' effects, is subjected to 'ReadyToBreed's' relentless assault. The intensity of the pain and pleasure reaches a crescendo, with the chastity cage ensuring their own needs are unfulfilled. The room is filled with the raw sounds of their forced intimacy as 'ReadyToBreed' approaches climax, leaving the narrator trembling and desperate in anticipation. With a final, guttural groan, he came. His warmth filled me, his cock pulsing deep inside my ass as he emptied himself into me. I felt the wetness of his cum overflow, dribbling down my thighs, mixing with the remnants of the first man's seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my body shiver. He didn't pull out immediately, instead letting his cock twitch and spasm within me, the last drops of his load painting the inside of my ass with his claim. The sound of his harsh breathing was the only noise in the room, a testament to his own satisfaction. I waited, trembling, for him to withdraw, to leave me empty once more, but he didn't move. Instead, he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my neck. "We're not done yet, you filthy slut," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. His cock twitched inside me, still semi-hard, and I felt a fresh wave of panic wash over me. How much more could I take? The poppers had dulled the pain, but the reality of my situation was never far from my mind. But then, his cock began to swell once more, filling me up completely. The sensation was almost too much to handle, the pain mixing with a desperate need that had been building within me since the moment I'd been caged. He didn't ask if I was ready, didn't bother to give me a moment to prepare. He just started to fuck me again, his hips moving with a brutal efficiency that spoke of his desperation. "Take it," he said, his voice a snarl. "Take it all, you whore, you slut, you filthy cumdump." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last of my dignity, reducing me to nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. And yet, as degrading as it was, I found myself responding to the harshness of his tone, my body arching back to meet each thrust. The sound of our fucking grew louder, a cacophony of slapping skin and grunts. I could feel the heat of his cum spreading inside me, a warm, sticky mess that seemed to seep into my very soul. My own cock, trapped in the unforgiving cage, throbbed with a painful need for release. But the cage remained unyielding, a constant reminder that my pleasure was not the point of tonight's degrading performance. His grip on my hips grew even tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he hammered into me. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the power dynamics at play in this sordid little motel room. And yet, with each brutal thrust, I felt my body betray me, my ass clenching around his cock, begging for more. It was as if the very fabric of my being had been rewired to crave this kind of abuse. As his second orgasm approached, I could feel his cock swell even further, the head of it bumping against my prostate with every push. The sensation was overwhelming, making me moan and whimper into the pillow. The poppers had done their job, my ass feeling like it was on fire with each stroke, the plastic cage around my cock a constant reminder of my helplessness. He came with a grunt, his warm seed flooding my insides once more. The feeling was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me writhing beneath him. But instead of pulling out, he kept going, his cock still hard and eager despite his release. He was insatiable, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "You like being my cumdump, my little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking rendering me incoherent. His cock was a brand, searing into my soul with each brutal thrust. "You want more?" he taunted, his voice low and predatory. "You're such a greedy little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking reducing me to a whimpering mess. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. And then, as if my silent plea had reached him, his thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. His hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he used my body for his own carnally driven purposes. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with his hips, the noise a testament to the depravity that filled the room. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came again, his cock pulsing deep within me. This load felt even more substantial than the first, his cum flooding my ass with a warmth that was almost comforting in its familiarity. I gasped, my body tightening around him, unable to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, even as I knew it wasn't for me. As his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out of me, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that seemed to echo in the quiet room. I felt the loss of him acutely, my ass clenching reflexively, trying to keep him inside. He chuckled, a sound that was both dark and amused, before slapping my ass hard. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room, a stinging reminder that I was still his to use. "That makes five loads," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. The weight of his words settled into my gut, a cold, hard knot of reality. I had already 5 anonymously loads inside my ass by 3 strangers who had used me for their own pleasure without a second thought. And yet, I felt a perverse sense of pride, a strange thrill that I had been able to satisfy them all. Gently, I reached back with trembling fingers to probe my sore, gaping asshole. It was still open, the muscles stretched and relaxed from the relentless pounding of their cocks. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver up my spine. I felt the sticky warmth of their combined cum leaking out, sliding down my thighs, pooling on the cheap motel sheets. My locked balls were coated in it, a wet mess of salty stickiness that made me squirm. As I lay there, feeling the aftershocks of their releases, I heard the sound of the man behind me rustling his clothes. The mattress dipped as he stood up, and the floor creaked under his weight as he walked towards the door. He paused for a moment, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. And then, with the casualness of someone discussing the weather, he spoke. "Luckily, I'm on prep," he said, his voice still thick with lust. The words sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the risk that came with my night of servitude. The fact that he felt the need to say it out loud was a stark reminder of the kind of man I was allowing to use me. The sound of my phone screen unlocking was a harsh reality check, snapping me out of my daze. He was scrolling through my messages, looking for the next man to satisfy. My heart raced as I heard him tap away on the screen, sending an anonymous invitation to the next participant in this twisted game. "Hmm," he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction as he read through the responses. "Looks like someone's eager to fill you up next." I felt a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear at his words. Who was it going to be? What would they do to me? The anticipation was agonizing, my body already tender and used. But the poppers had done their job, making the thought of more cock, more cum, more painfully pleasurable sensations almost irresistible. As the door clicked shut behind him, the reality of my situation crashed down on me like a wave. I was alone again, my ass still gaping and raw, my mouth coated in the taste of his cum. The plastic cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my role here, a silent sentinel ensuring my obedience. The anticipation grew once more, a thrumming pulse in the air. Would it be another man, eager to claim his place in my used, abused body? Or perhaps something else entirely? The sound of footsteps grew louder, approaching my head, and I could feel the excitement building within me. The scent of perfume filled the room, something sweet and floral, a stark contrast to the musky scent of the men who had come I felt something cold and wet press against my lips. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed the liquid to be squeezed in. It was bitter, with a chemical aftertaste that was immediately recognizable. GHB The drug of choice for those who sought to lose themselves in the depths of depravity. I swallowed it down, feeling it burn my throat as it slid into my stomach. "Good boy," the voice purred, and this time it was definitely a woman's. The sound was sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to be a good little slut tonight, aren't you?" Her hand was gentle as she stroked my cheek, a stark contrast to the harshness of the men who had used me so far. The coolness of her skin was a balm against the feverish heat of my face, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this encounter would be different. But the scent of her arousal, thick and potent in the air, told a different story. She wasn't here for tenderness or gentle caresses. She was here for the same thing they were: to use me, to claim me, to leave her own mark on my broken body. "But I'm here to fucked by men," I managed to murmur, the words thick and slurred against my will. The GHB was already taking hold, my muscles turning to liquid and my thoughts to mush. Her laugh was like a knife, cold and sharp. "Don't worry, slut," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet in my ear. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for." Her hand trailed down my neck, over my chest, and down to my stomach, her nails lightly scratching my skin as she went. "But I like to mix things up a bit." The sound of her moving behind me grew closer, the anticipation making my heart race. The poppers had long ago worn off, and the GHB was taking over, sending my body into a delicious haze of submission. My ass felt like it was on fire, the pain a distant memory as the drug coated my nerve endings in a warm, numbing fog. And then, I heard it: a soft hum. It grew louder, more insistent, and I felt something cold and metallic press against the tender skin of my ass. I tensed, my body instinctively bracing for the unknown, but the gentle strokes of her hand along my spine kept me pliant. The pressure grew, and the hum grew louder, until I felt a sharp pinch that made me gasp. It was a strange sensation, not quite pain, but definitely something new and intriguing. The world around me grew fuzzy, the edges of my vision blurring and my limbs feeling heavy. The GHB was working its magic, turning my body into a pliable toy for her to manipulate. The sounds of her movements grew distant, muffled, as if I were underwater. I pass out. I'm jolted back to consciousness by her voice, a siren's call that pierced through the fog in my mind. "Wake up, slut," she cooed, a hint of amusement in her tone. I scrambled onto all fours, the plastic chastity cage pressing painfully into my swollen cock as I shifted position. The room spun around me, the cheap carpet scratchy against my palms as I tried to find my bearings. And then, I felt it. Something warm and wet pressing against my abused ass, a sensation that didn't quite match the brutish intrusion of the men who had come before. My heart raced as the realization set in: it was her cock. A shemale's cock, thick and insistent, demanding entry to the depths of my body. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the twist this night had taken, but the desire was unmistakable. My asshole clenched around the emptiness, desperate to be filled once more. "I have another present for you, slut," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "I'm going to impregnate you with my special swimmers." Her words barely registered as she held the bottle of poppers to my nose again. The scent was overpowering, a harsh chemical bite that seemed to burn away any last semblance of rational thought. I took a deep breath, the fumes filling my lungs and sending a rush of heat through my body. The room spun even more wildly, and I felt myself slipping away, the pain and pleasure of the evening blurring into a single, all-consuming need to be filled. And then she was inside me, her cock sliding into my ass with a gentle yet firm pressure. It was unlike anything I'd felt before, a softness that belied the strength behind it. She took her time, easing into me inch by inch, her movements deliberate and controlled. Each thrust was deep, filling me to the brim and making me feel impossibly full. I moaned into the pillow, my hips pushing back to meet her, desperate for more of that sweet agony. "Welcome to the club, my little putta," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress against my ear. "Where sluts like you come to be used and bred." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my asshole clench around her cock, the plastic cage around my own cock a constant reminder of my submission. Her strokes grew quicker, more insistent, and I could feel the heat of her lust building inside me. Her cock was a living thing, pulsing and swelling with every thrust. "You're going to love my special swimmers," she said, her breath hot and ragged. "They're going to fill you up, make you their home." And then she came, her warmth spilling deep into me, mixing with the cum of the men before her. Her cock pulsed inside my ass, her orgasm sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through my body. The plastic cage was a stark reminder of my own untouched state, my cock throbbing in desperation. She leaned over me, her chest heaving, and I felt the weight of her cum deep within me, a warm and heavy presence that filled me to the core. "You're one of us now," she murmured, her voice filled with a wicked satisfaction. Her cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me feeling empty and used. She stood up, the mattress springing back into place with a groan that seemed to echo my own. "Or you will be by the end of the night." Her laugh was like a whip crack, sharp and stinging, sending a thrill of terror and excitement through me. I heard the rustle of clothing as she began to dress, the sound a stark contrast to the sticky mess of cum and sweat that coated my body. My senses were heightened, the poppers still doing their work, making every sound, every movement feel like a symphony of debauchery. "You have fifteen minutes to clean up and get ready," she said, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved away from the bed. "Admire my handiwork, my little cumdump. The next group will be eager to add to your collection." Her words lingered in the air as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with the reality of what had just transpired. The blindfold was a prison, trapping me in my own lust-filled haze, and I was desperate to see the evidence of my degradation. With trembling hands, I reached up and pulled the fabric from my eyes, blinking against the sudden onslaught of light. The mirror revealed a sight that was both terrifying and thrilling. My eyes were glazed over with a mix of poppers and GHB, my pupils dilated and dark with desire. The chastity cage around my cock was coated in a sticky mess, my desperate erection trapped and unfulfilled. My ass was red and bruised, gaping slightly from the abuse it had endured. As I turned to get a better look, something stung my asscheek. I reached back tentatively, my fingers coming back coated in cum. The sight in the mirror was a blend of horror and fascination. Above my ravaged asshole, a fresh tattoo screamed 'cumdump' in bold letters, surrounded by a decorative border that looked suspiciously like the bars of a jail cell. The ink was still slick with lube, the edges raw and red from the recent needlework. It was a brand, a declaration of my new identity, etched into my flesh for all to see. My ass was now a canvas for their perverse artistry, a billboard for their desires. But it wasn't just the words that sent a shiver down my spine. On my left asscheek, I found a second tattoo, much smaller and more intricate. It was a biohazard symbol. I had no time to ponder the meaning of the new ink, i hear footsteps outside growing louder. On instinct, I scrambled back to the bed, my knees hitting the mattress with a soft thump. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of the shemale's merciless fucking, my ass a slick, stretched mess that begged for more. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my submission, and as I went down on all fours, it was all I could do to keep my trembling legs from giving out. The blindfold was already in my hand, the fabric sticky with sweat and cum. I brought it up to my eyes, the world around me going dark once more. The smell of the room was a potent cocktail of sex and chemicals, a heady mix that had me lightheaded with need. I could hear the door creak open, the sound echoing through the silent room like a gunshot.

"Damn, that's cold," I muttered to myself, the last of the lukewarm water from the showerhead trickling down my body as I stepped out onto the slightly sticky motel floor. I'd chosen the cheapest room available, a decision that seemed smarter in theory than in practice. The bathroom light flickered as I toweled off, the dull buzz of a neon sign outside casting a sickly glow through the frosted glass window. The chill in the air made my skin pebble with goosebumps as I padded over to the sink, the cheap, thin fabric of the towel doing little to shield me from the cold. My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of the plastic chastity cage and the blindfold laid out neatly on the stained counter. The anticipation had been building for weeks, ever since I first stumbled upon the online forum that had introduced me to the world of blindfolded bareback encounters. It was a world of anonymity and raw, unbridled lust that I hadn't known existed. And now, it was going to be my world for the next few hours. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the chastity cage, feeling the cool plastic in my trembling hands. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional car door slamming shut. My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror, my pupils dilated with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Carefully, I positioned the device around my genitals, feeling the coldness of the plastic against my skin. The instructions were simple: align the cage, and snap it shut. But the reality was a bit more... intimate than I had imagined. My cock, already semi-erect from the anticipation, protested slightly as I pushed it down into the small opening. The plastic cage was snug, almost too snug, but it was designed to keep me in a perpetual state of arousal without release. I felt the cage enclose my balls, and then the base of my shaft, leaving just enough room for them to hang free. The lock clicked into place with a finality that sent a thrill up my spine. It was done. I was now ready to be a blindfolded cumdump, my fate sealed for the evening. Checking the time, I realized it was only late afternoon, with hours to go before the real fun began. I'd placed the ads just an hour ago, and already my phone buzzed with messages. The screen lit up with eager responses from anonymous men, all eager to take advantage of my offer. The words "anon cumdump ready to be used" and "waiting on all fours to be filled with cum" had done their job, attracting those who shared my peculiar craving for this kind of encounter. I skimmed through the messages, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Each one was more graphic and demanding than the last, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. The first few to respond were those looking to drop by just after work, eager to release their pent-up frustrations before heading home to their unsuspecting wives and girlfriends. Their messages were filled with crude language and explicit details, painting a vivid picture of what they had planned for me. I felt a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that I'd be at the mercy of these strangers all night long. Then, a familiar name popped up on my screen: "DominantDaddy69." It was him, the man from the online forum who had encouraged me to take this step. His messages were different, a blend of reassurance and dark allure that had first piqued my interest in this lifestyle. He had asked last week if he could be the first to use me as an anon cumdump. I had agreed, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone with such experience. His instructions had been clear: no lubricant for my ass, as he liked it dry and tight, claiming it would only enhance the sensation for both of us. I had complied, his words echoing in my mind as I laid the towel aside and bent over the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, and I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my bare skin. The plastic cage pressed into my body, a constant reminder of what was to come. My phone vibrated again with a new message from DominantDaddy69: "Room number slut. I'll be there in 5. Make sure you're ready for me." My stomach flipped with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The reality of what I was about to do was sinking in, but I was too far gone to turn back. I sent him the room number, my hands shaking as I typed. Moving quickly, I placed the towel at the base of the door to keep it from shutting completely. It was a simple yet effective way to signal that I was ready for the onslaught of anonymous men I had invited into my motel room. I padded back over to the bed, the floor sticking slightly to my wet feet, and positioned myself on all fours, my ass in the air. The chastity cage pressed into my pelvis, the plastic cold against my skin. With trembling hands, I picked up the blindfold and secured it over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The faint smell of leather filled my nostrils, and the fabric felt surprisingly soft against my skin. I took a deep breath and squeezed the small bottle of poppers, feeling the rush of chemical warmth in my nose and chest. The room spun slightly, and I waited, my heart pounding in my ears. The sound of footsteps grew louder outside, each step a staccato beat that matched the rhythm of my racing pulse. The door handle jiggled, and the door creaked open. The scent of cologne and the coolness of the evening air washed over me as the figure entered the room. I could hear the rustle of clothing and the soft thud of a bag being set down. The tension was palpable, like a live wire coiled tightly in the space between us. "Hello, slut," a deep, unfamiliar voice rumbled, sending a shiver down my spine. It was him, DominantDaddy69. I could feel his presence, the way the air thickened with his dominance as he circled the bed. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, like a predator sizing up its prey. My skin tingled as his hand brushed against my ass, his touch firm and possessive. I quivered in anticipation, the poppers adding a thrilling edge to my senses. His finger probed my hole briefly, a gentle yet insistent intrusion that made me gasp. "Good, you followed my instructions. I like it nice and tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. The words sent a wave of wetness between my legs, the chastity cage doing little to contain my growing arousal. The plastic felt slick with pre-cum as it pressed against my prostate, a constant reminder of my newfound role. DominantDaddy69 moved around the bed to my head, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside me. The scent of his body washed over me, a heady mix of sweat, precum, and a faint hint of dried piss. It was intoxicating, a potent aroma that spoke of raw masculinity and power. His hand reached out again, his calloused fingers tracing the outline of my chastity cage with a smirk. "Look at you, all locked up and ready to serve. You really do look like the cheap cumdump I knew you'd make," he said, his voice thick with amusement. With a firm grip, he guided his semi-hard cock to my mouth. The scent of his arousal was overwhelming, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Without hesitation, I parted my lips and took him in, the taste of his precum coating my tongue. He groaned in approval, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to my caged cock. The plastic was slick with my own juices now, my body betraying my excitement despite my nerves. His girth was surprising, and I struggled to take him all in without gagging, but the poppers made everything feel so much more intense. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt a rush of pleasure-pain that only served to make me more eager for what was to come. As I worked his shaft with my mouth, his hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me closer, controlling the rhythm. His hips began to buck, and I could feel him growing harder with each stroke. The head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, and I could sense his excitement building. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body, and he responded with a grunt of approval. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me faster, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking noises and the occasional slap of skin on skin. Finally, he pulled away, his cock slick with saliva. "You're eager, aren't you?" he chuckled. "But we're not there yet." He stood up, his footsteps heavy on the sticky motel floor. I waited, blindfolded and exposed, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The bed dipped as he climbed on behind me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. I took two good sniffs of poppers, the rush of warmth and euphoria washing over me. The world grew hazy around the edges, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. I felt the head of his cock press against my tight, unprepared hole. The coldness of the plastic chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Breathe, slut," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "Relax and let me in. This is what you wanted." His words echoed in my mind, and I forced myself to comply. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I felt the tip of his cock breach my ass. The sensation was intense, a sharp pain that was immediately followed by a rush of pleasure that made me moan. DominantDaddy69 didn't relent, pushing in further and further until I could feel the base of his cock against my skin. The burn was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. His cock was thick and unyielding, stretching me wide open with every inch. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal beat that matched the racing of my heart. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me fully. "Fuck," I whimpered into the pillow, my body adjusting to the intrusion. His response was a deep, satisfied groan, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're so tight, so dry. Just like I knew you'd be." The words sent a shiver down my spine, the reality of the situation setting in. I had fantasized about this, dreamt about it, but the actuality was so much more intense, so much more... real. He pulled the pillow from under my face and tossed it aside. "Take another hit," he ordered, his hand guiding the bottle of poppers to my nose. The cold plastic was a shock against my skin, but the fumes were warm and inviting. I inhaled deeply, the chemical rush sending a tingle through my body that seemed to ease the discomfort of his rough entry. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the silence of the room. The mattress squeaked in protest as DominantDaddy69 began to thrust, his cock moving in and out of me with a brutal rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, the dryness of my unprepared hole providing a sharp contrast to the slickness of his shaft. "Are you ready to become the cumdump you're meant to be?" he asked, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me. The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel's air conditioner. Then, with a deliberate slowness that made me squirm, he pushed back in, stretching me open again. I could feel every ridge and vein, every pulse of his cock as it filled me up. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that I never knew existed. It was all I could do to moan into the pillow, my voice muffled and desperate. He chuckled, a sound that was more predatory than amused. "You're going to beg for it, aren't you?" His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing in the room. "Beg for my cum, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. The sting of his hand sent a jolt through my body, straight to my cock, trapped and desperate in the plastic cage. I felt the beginnings of a protest bubbling up in my throat, but the poppers had other plans for me. The warmth spread through me, turning the pain into something else, something dark and needy. "Yes, sir," I gasped out, my voice hoarse from the abuse. "Please, fill me with your seed." It was all I could do to keep the desperation from overwhelming me. The words came out in a breathy moan, a plea that seemed to fuel his lust even more. His pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against me with a wet, meaty sound that filled the room. The burn in my ass grew, a fiery sensation that washed away all other thoughts. The only thing that existed was the cock inside me and the need to be filled with his cum. His grunts grew louder, more animalistic, as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock thicken, swelling to the point where it seemed impossible to fit. His grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin. The pain was delicious, a stark reminder of my submission to his will. "I'm going to fill you with my special cum," he growled, his voice a harsh rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to take it all, like the good little cumdump you are." The words were a command, a promise that I had no intention of denying him. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within me, his cock pulsing as he released his load. The sensation was indescribable, his warm seed filling me up, the pressure intense and overwhelming. He roared, his voice a primal sound of triumph, as he emptied himself into me. I moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. The plastic cage was slick with pre-cum, a constant reminder of my inability to reciprocate, of the power dynamics at play. His hot breath washed over me, his chest heaving with the effort of his release. As the last of his cum spurted inside me, he stilled, his cock still buried deep. For a moment, we were one, connected by the act of his claiming me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent reminder of my new role. Slowly, he began to pull out, the feeling of emptiness making me whimper. He wasn't done yet, though. He allowed his half-hard cock to rest against my still-throbbing hole, the plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my swollen balls. "And that's how you break in a new cumdump," he said, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that made me shiver. The realization that he had recorded this, that my first moments of submission were captured on film, hit me like a slap in the face. I tensed up, the panic rising in my chest like a storm. "Don't worry, slut," he chuckled, his hand resting on my ass. "This is just the beginning. And I'm going to make sure everyone sees how much you love it." His words were a knife twisting in my gut, but the poppers had my body humming with a strange mix of fear and arousal. "You're going to be famous," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Men will watch you for years to come, jerking off to the sight of your tight little ass being destroyed. They'll see how eager you are, how much you crave the feel of anonymous cocks filling you up." As I lay there, trembling, I felt his hand leave my ass, the cold plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my skin as I tried to stand. But before I could even get to my knees, his hand pushed me back down, firm and unyielding. "No, no, slut," he said, his tone mocking. "You're not going anywhere." I heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he started to dress. The smell of our encounter still lingered in the room, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of his cum. I felt something cool and wet on my back and ass, and I realized he was writing something. I tensed up, trying to guess what it might be, but the poppers had my mind floating in a sea of sensation, unable to fully focus on the reality of the situation. "Remember, slut, you're here for them, not me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But I'll be back to check on you, make sure you're keeping those holes of yours open and ready for use." With that, he smirked, the sound of his zipper echoing through the room like a taunt. The door creaked open, and a cold breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of the city outside. He was leaving, and I was left there, bound by my own desires and his instructions. My legs felt like jelly as I tried to stand, the sticky wetness of his cum trickling down my thighs. I managed to get to my knees, the plastic cage digging painfully into my swollen cock. The poppers had worn off enough that the reality of the situation began to crash down around me. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there was a part of me that reveled in the sensation, a dark thrill that seemed to pulse in time with the ache in my ass. With trembling hands, I reached behind me and felt the words written on my back in cold, sticky cum. "Cumdump" was scrawled in large, sloppy letters across my shoulder blades, and on my right asscheek was a smaller line, a tally mark of his claim. The coldness of the sticky mess against my skin made me shiver, and I knew what the next few hours would bring. More men, more anonymous cocks eager to use me as their personal cum receptacle.

Just as the door opens again, the fabric of the blindfold tightens around my eyes, plunging my world into a suffocating darkness once more. The metallic click of the lock echoes through the small, stale hotel room, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The sound of heavy boots crossing the floorboards fills the void, their rhythmic thuds growing louder, closer. I can't help but tense up, my heart pounding against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate for escape. I feel his presence before I hear his gruff voice, the scent of his desire thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat and something musky. "Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His large hands come to rest on my hips, squeezing them roughly. I can feel his arousal pressing against my lower back, a blunt reminder of what's to come. "Such a pretty cumdump." The words resonate within me, a stark reality of the night's unfolding events. He runs his hand over the new tattoo above my ass, tracing the outline of the words etched into my skin. "Nice tats," he says, his voice thick with lust. "That bitch knew what she was doing." His words are a slap in the face, but they also stir a strange sense of excitement within me. I'm his plaything, marked for all to see, and the thought of being used like this is intoxicating. "Too bad she only wanted to ink you up if she got to ride that sweet ass first," he adds, his voice dripping with a malicious pleasure. As he speaks, he reaches down and fiddles with the chastity cage, giving it a cruel twist. I let out a whine of pain, my cock straining against the unforgiving plastic. "Looks like you're going to be my little cumdump for the night," he says, his grip tightening. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're worth it." His other hand snakes around to my front, groping at my crotch. Despite the pain, I feel myself growing hard at his touch, my body betraying me once again. He laughs darkly at my response, his hand moving to give my ass a hard slap. The sound echoes through the room, mixing with my muffled yelp of surprise. "Seems like you're already enjoying your new role," he says, his voice low and smoky. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first." With that, he steps back, leaving me trembling and exposed. I can feel his eyes roving over my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the strange biohazard symbol on my asscheek standing out against my pale skin. The anticipation is agonizing as I wait for his next move, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. The smack of skin on skin still lingers in the air, a stark reminder of his dominance. I can feel the warmth spreading from my cheek, a delicious burn that somehow seems to radiate straight to my cock, making it throb painfully within its confines. The plastic cage feels tighter than ever, a constant reminder of my submission.. "You're going to be the talk of the club, you know," he says, his voice a gruff purr. The sound of fabric sliding over skin, the jingle of his belt buckle as he unclasps it, and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor are the only sounds in the room. "DominantDaddy always knows how to pick 'em. And now you're all ours, to use and abuse as we see fit." His words send a jolt of excitement through me, even as fear tightens its icy grip. I'm part of something now, something bigger than just this one anonymous encounter. He steps closer, the sound of his bare feet on the carpeted floor almost inaudible. The cool metal of the poppers canister touches my cheek, and I flinch instinctively. "Open up," he commands, and I obey, feeling the tip of the bottle press against my nostrils. A sudden burst of cold fills my nasal cavity, and the room spins as the heady, musky scent overwhelms me. I gasp, my body responding with an involuntary jolt of pleasure that makes my toes curl. He starts to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, each article of clothing revealing more of his toned, hairy body. His cock is already hard, bobbing with anticipation as he takes in the sight of me, blindfolded and bound, my body adorned with the marks of ownership. "You're going to love this," he murmurs. Every time I take a hit, you take one too." I nod, eager to please despite the fear knotting in my stomach. The sound of him snapping open the poppers becomes a symphony in the quiet room, the faint hiss of the rushing nitrite gas the only melody. I follow his lead, inhaling deeply as he brings the bottle to my nose. The cold rush hits me like a wave, the intensity making my head spin. My senses become heightened, my heart racing as the blood rushes to my cock, the pain from the cage fading into a delicious throb. Before I know it, the tip of his cock is pressing against my ass, the warmth of his shaft against my skin sending a shiver up my spine. He doesn't waste any time, pushing forward without preamble. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, the poppers making my body more pliable, more receptive to his invasion. With a grunt, he breaches my hole, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound that makes me want to moan. I can't help but push back, eager for more, even though the cage is a constant, frustrating reminder of my own denied pleasure The poppers continue to flow between us, our breaths coming in harsh pants as we both inhale deeply. The scent fills my nostrils, mixing with the smell of his body, the faint tang of the ink from the tattoos still lingering. Each sniff sends another shock of pleasure through me, making me arch my back, silently begging for him to go deeper, faster, harder. He seems to understand my unspoken cues, his pace increasing until he's pounding into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. The bed beneath me creaks with the force of his thrusts, the cheap headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm that's as erotic as it is mundane. Every ridge, every vein of his cock is etched into my consciousness, the sensation so intense that I can almost feel his pulse as he fucks me. The poppers have heightened my senses to an unbearable peak, each nerve ending in my ass screaming for more. The pain from the cage has morphed into a strange symphony of agony and ecstasy, each thrust causing the plastic to dig into my tender flesh while the poppers flood my system with endorphins. I'm lost in a sea of sensation, my mind a whirlwind of desire and submission. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my nipples, tracing the biohazard symbol on my asscheek with a fingertip that feels like fire. The room is a cacophony of our gasps and grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional squelch of cum as he drives deeper. His breath is hot and ragged against the back of my neck, and I can feel the wetness of his precum coating my ass, a slippery promise of what's to come. With every thrust, he hits my prostate, a precise, punishing rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's a delicious agony, a sensation so intense that it feels like I'm being electrified from the inside out. My legs are trembling, my muscles tense and quivering, as I try to push back against him, to take more, to get closer to the edge that I know is just out of reach. The chastity cage is a constant throb, a pulsing reminder of my denied climax. Then, just when I think I can't take it anymore, just when I feel like I'm going to shatter into a million pieces, he stops. His cock is buried deep inside me, thick and hot, and I can feel his body tense up. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that resonates through me. With a wicked chuckle, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and used. The sound of his cock slipping out of my ass is obscene, a wet pop that seems to echo in the small space. I whimper at the sudden absence, my body begging for more. His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and I feel his hand come down hard on my ass again. "Greedy little slut," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "You want it that badly?" He leans in closer, his breath hot on the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear. "No orgasm for you tonight, little cumdump," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're here to serve real men. And to be filled up with our special cum." His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and anticipation. I don't know what he means with special. He laughs, and his laughter is like a knife twisting in my gut. "You really are a naive little thing," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you learn your place." His hand comes down on my ass again, this time with more force, leaving a stinging handprint. The pain is a stark contrast to the pleasure that had been building within me, a harsh reminder of my predicament. As he starts to dress, the rustling of his clothes is a symphony of disappointment and despair. I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of me, a reminder of what I've become. A nameless, faceless hole for his pleasure. The plastic chastity cage is a cold, unyielding presence between my legs, a constant taunt to my desperate arousal. My breathing slows as the high from the poppers begins to wane, leaving me with the bitter taste of denial. I'm still blindfolded, my world a haze of pain and pleasure, my senses acute to every sound, every smell. The scent of his cum is thick in the air, mingling with the musk of the hotel room. The sticky trickle down my thighs is the only proof that this wasn't just a feverish dream. The door creaks open again, and the sound of leather on leather fills the room. Heavy footsteps approach, and a new voice, deep and gruff, speaks. "DominantDaddy always has the best taste," the stranger says, his tone one of greedy excitement. The man who just used me chuckles, patting my ass. "This one's a real treat," he agrees, his hand lingering on the plump flesh. "Already warmed up and ready to go." The first man's boots move away, and the sound of the door closing is like a door slamming shut on my last shred of hope. The new presence looms over me, his scent a heady mix of leather and something faintly metallic. I feel the mattress dip as he sits on the edge of the bed, his calloused hands gently stroking the small of my back. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal use I've just endured. "Don't worry, little one," he says, his voice a soothing rumble. "We're going to take good care of you." His fingers trace the biohazard symbol on my asscheek, his touch sending a jolt of something new through me. It's not lust or fear, but a strange, dark excitement that makes my heart race even faster. "You're going to be our little secret, aren't you?" The door opens again, and the sound of multiple sets of boots fills the room. My heart skips a beat, the anticipation of what's to come making my stomach clench. The sound of the men talking, low and gruff, sends a shiver down my spine. They're discussing me, I can tell, their words a mix of lewd comments and crude jokes that I can't quite make out through the fabric of the blindfold. I feel a strange thrill at being the center of their attention, a thrill that's tainted with the bitter edge of fear. The first man's voice is closer now, his hands on me once more. He's undressing, his clothes rustling as they hit the floor. The smell of precum and sweat fills the air, a heady scent that makes my cock throb in its plastic prison. He takes a hit from the poppers, and the sound of the gas escaping is like a gunshot in the quiet room. I hear the second man do the same, his intake of breath a little sharper, a little more eager. The first man's hand moves to the chastity cage, giving it a little shake. "Looks like you're going to be popular tonight," he says, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. "We've got a whole lineup of cocks just waiting for you." He runs his thumb over my swollen lips, tracing the outline of the cage before moving down to tease my asshole. I feel it stretch around the girth of his cock, the plastic pressing uncomfortably against the sensitive flesh. "Ready for more?" The anticipation is a living thing, a coil of heat in my stomach that tightens with every passing moment. I nod, my voice a muffled whimper against the fabric of the blindfold. I'm not sure if I'm ready, but my body seems to have a mind of its own, eager to please, eager to be used. He doesn't wait for my reply, instead lining his shaft up with my well-used hole and pushing in with a single, forceful thrust. My mouth opens of its own accord as the tip of another cock brushes against my lips. The scent of lust fills the air, the taste of precum and sweat already coating my tongue. I don't hesitate, eager to prove my worth as the cumdump I've been marked to be. I take it in, the smooth, velvety head sliding over my tongue as the stranger's hand wraps around the base, guiding my movements. His grip is firm but gentle, a silent communication that tells me exactly what he wants, what he expects from me. As he fucks my throat, the others murmur their approval, the sound of their voices a chorus of lust and greed. They talk over me, discussing my body like it's a piece of meat, a toy for them to use and discard. And yet, the degradation only serves to heighten my arousal, the pain and humiliation a potent aphrodisiac that makes my blood race. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek seems to pulse with every beat of my heart, a strange brand of belonging that I can't quite comprehend. "Look at him, so eager to please," one of them says, his voice a gravelly purr. "Such a good little cumdump." The words resonate within me, a dark thrill that makes me want to push harder, to take more. The cock in my mouth stretches my throat, the head bumping against the back of my mouth as he fucks me with a steady rhythm. The taste of him is bitter and salty, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole to be filled and used. Then, as the man fucking my ass starts to tense, I feel the heat of his orgasm building. His breath is hot and ragged, his hips slamming into me with the force of his release. Just as he starts to come, the cock in my mouth pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. But before I can even process the sudden emptiness, another one takes its place, the stranger's grip on my head firm as he guides me onto his shaft. I can feel the sticky wetness of the last man's precum on my chin, a reminder of what I'm here for. As the new man starts to thrust into my mouth, the one who just filled me up with his seed pulls out with a wet plop that echoes through the room. The sound is met with a chorus of laughter and crude comments from the others, their voices a cacophony of depravity. "Looks like you're going to be our little party favor," one of them says, and the anticipation in his tone sends a thrill through me. The next man behind me doesn't waste any time, his cock pushing past the ring of muscle with an ease that speaks of practice. He fucks me like a beast in heat, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that fills the room. I can feel his balls slap against my caged cock with every thrust, the plastic chastity device a cruel reminder of my own denied pleasure. His grip on my hips is bruising, his nails digging into my skin as he uses me roughly, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. His strokes are deep and punishing, each one sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through me that makes my toes curl. He's not gentle, he doesn't care about my plessure, my feelings or pain.He's all about claiming and marking his territory, his grunts and growls a symphony of possession. I'm just a thing to him, a warm hole to be filled and used, and the knowledge sends a thrill through me that's almost as intense as the sensation of his cock filling me up. As he reaches his peak, the pressure inside me builds to an unbearable crescendo, and with a roar, he empties himself into me. His warm cum spurts deep, coating my insides with a thick, sticky heat that makes me shiver. But even as he pulls out, the void is filled immediately, another cock sliding in without so much as a pause. The plastic chastity cage digs into my skin, a constant reminder of my place as the night's entertainment. The next man is quicker, more urgent in his movements. His hands are rougher, his grip bruising as he fucks me like a wild animal claiming its prey. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass fills the room, punctuating the wet, sloppy noises of my being used. He doesn't bother with the poppers, just drives in and out of me with a feral intensity that has me panting for air, my mouth open and gagging around the cock in my mouth. As the fourth man comes, the fifth is already there, lined up and ready to take his place. The smooth, slick sensation of cum being pushed out by the newcomer's shaft makes me want to scream, the feeling of being so completely filled and used making my body tremble. The cock in my mouth pulls out, and the taste of cum is bitter on my tongue. I'm passed around like a toy, a vessel for their pleasure, and every cell in my body is alight with the dark thrill of it all. The men come and go, their grunts and groans the only indication of their release. They speak in low, guttural tones, sharing jokes and compliments about my tightness, my obedience. I'm not a person to them, just a cumdump to be used and discarded. And yet, with every thrust, every hot spurt inside me, I feel a sense of belonging, a twisted satisfaction that I'm serving my purpose. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek feels like a badge of honor, a mark that says I'm theirs to use and abuse. As one man pulls out, another takes his place, the plastic chastity cage a constant presence, a reminder of my submission. I can feel the sticky mess inside me, their cum mixing with my own juices, creating a wet, sloppy mess that leaks out of my ass with every movement. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a heady perfume that fills my nostrils and makes me want to beg for more. The sounds of the men around me are a blur, a symphony of grunts and zips and the shuffling of clothes. The bed beneath me is a battleground of passion and debauchery, the mattress stained with sweat and cum. I can't tell who's who anymore, their voices and scents all blending into one overwhelming force of masculinity and lust. Each cock feels different, some thick and veiny, others smooth and long, each leaving their own distinct mark on my insides. The chastity cage is a constant throb of torment and temptation, a painful reminder of my denied release. Yet, with every new man that enters me, that pain morphs into something else entirely. It's as if each of their orgasms is a drop in an ocean of pleasure, building and building until I'm drowning in a sea of sensation. I've lost count of how many times they've come inside me, their seed mixing with my own desperation, creating a hot, sticky mess that trickles down my thighs and pools on the floor. As the night wears on, the sounds of their climaxes grow distant, the weight of their bodies lifted from my back one by one. The room begins to empty, the footsteps of the last few stragglers fading away, leaving me alone with the last man still fucking my ass. His thrusts are slower than the rest, more deliberate, as if savoring the feeling of my body clenching around his shaft. The bed creaks in protest under our combined weight, the headboard knocking out a steady rhythm against the wall. The plastic cage is a cold, unyielding presence, a stark contrast to the heat and friction of his cock in my ass. His breath is hot on my neck, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispers, "You're going to love this, little cumdump." I can feel the tension in his body, the tightening of his grip on my hips as he prepares to add his load to the many already sloshing inside me. My own cock is a throbbing ache, trapped in its plastic prison, the constant pressure making me want to scream. With a final, brutal thrust, he releases his hot, thick cum deep within my bowels, filling me up until I'm stretched to the limit. His grunt is low and satisfied, his grip on my hips loosening slightly as he holds himself inside me, savoring the feeling of his seed spilling into my ass. And then he pulls out, the emptiness left behind making me feel even more used and discarded. "DominantDaddy will be so proud of you," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. I nod, muffled by the fabric of the blindfold, my mouth still filled with the taste of precum sweat and a hint of piss.The words are a strange mix of comfort and humiliation, a reminder that I'm here to serve, to be used by anyone who wants me. And even though I'm drained, my body still thrums with an unquenched hunger for more. He starts to dress, the rustle of fabric the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I can't see him, but I can feel his presence as he pulls on his leather pants, the zipper a metallic whisper that echoes in the emptiness. I take a deep breath, inhaling the last lingering traces of poppers. The cold rush fills my nose, and for a brief moment, the world sharpens into focus. My thoughts swirl, a tornado of need and fear. But the drug quickly takes hold, blurring the edges until all I can think about is the ache between my legs and the warm, sticky mess coating my thighs. "The next one will be special," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a tremor through my body. He sounds almost gleeful, the kind of excitement a kid has before opening a present on Christmas morning. "We want to make sure all our special swimmers deliver their gift to the right place inside you." The words hang in the air, thick with meaning. It's a promise and a threat all rolled into one, a dark thrill that makes my heart race. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with the sticky remnants of the men who've claimed me. I take a deep breath, the scent of their combined lust still heavy in the air. My body is a canvas of pain and pleasure, a battleground of sensation that I can't escape. But before I can even begin to process the events of the night, I hear new footsteps approaching outside.

Yesterday, a power btm fwb and I hosted a sniffies daytime pride “Battle of the BB btms -twink vs. twunk” group in a NYC midtown hotel (I’m on the left). The photo speaks for itself. I took about 10; him 13 loads 🏳️‍🌈

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

“Why don’t we ever have fun as a whole house anymore” Hugh asked me, out of the blue. We were sitting in the garden, with him uncharacteristically having asked me for a cigarette. Most of the other guys were out, with only Bailey and Josh inside working in their rooms. I had taken a break from my own paper to come down for a cup of tea and a cigarette, and had encountered Hugh in the kitchen making some toast for an afternoon snack. I had been a bit surprised when he had followed me outside, sat down beside me and asked for a cigarette, but I went with it. “I, er, don’t know” I replied. “Yes you do” he said. “Some of you guys are always fucking together, but me, Leroy, Sean and Josh are never part of it.” “I, er, well, we…” I said, but trailed off as I tried to think of something. “Does Tom’s tattoo mean what I think it does?” he asked. “Which tattoo?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “The new one that basically shouts from the rooftops that he’s poz” he replied. “Oh” I said, “that one.” “Thought so” he said. We sat in silence for a moment as my mind started running at a thousand miles per hour. “So are you all poz then?” Hugh asked. “Yes” I replied. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette, and then blew the smoke out over the garden and watched it dissipate. “Deliberately?” he asked. “Yes” I replied again. Another moment of silence descended as we both stared straight ahead, smoking. My pulse was up as I found myself outing the other guys, but I knew there was no point in putting up a front anymore given Hugh had worked it all out anyway apparently. “You were first, right?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I, er, met up with a couple of guys to make it happen.” “Why?” Hugh asked. “It was just something I wanted, or needed” I replied. “I can’t fully explain it, but I don’t have any regrets.” “Fair enough” said Hugh, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray before reaching for my pack and helping himself to another. “What about the others?” he asked, after lighting up. “You would have to talk to them about it” I said. “I mean, it’s bad enough I have outed them, but I shouldn’t be putting words in their mouths about why they chose this.” “OK” he said. “That’s fair.” “You won’t…” I began. “Of course” he replied. “But Leroy knows, doesn’t he?” “Yes” I replied. We sat in silence again, with me also lighting up a second cigarette while I waited to see what was coming next. “I think he wants it too” Hugh said. “Leroy, I mean.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “He’s asked a few times whether I would be OK with other guys fucking him now that he’s started bottoming, and I reckon it’s you guys that he means.” “Why do you think that?” I asked. “The way he looks at you all” he said. “Particularly Tom, with that tattoo.” “Are you OK with it?” I asked. “I mean, I know you two fuck, but I don’t know if you’re…” “I don’t know” he replied, sighing. “I don’t know what the fuck we are, to be honest. He’s hard to read.” “Do you want more from him?” I asked. “I don’t know” he said, turning to face me for the first time. “I don’t even know if I want a boyfriend, or what.” “Do you see yourself with a woman?” I asked. He turned back to look out over the garden, and took another deep inhale of the cigarette. “Probably not” he eventually replied. “I mean, I did, but there’s stuff I like that I would probably really resent not being able to do anymore.” “So, do you see yourself with a boyfriend then?” I asked. “Maybe” he replied. “But open.” “That’s quite normal” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. We sat in silence while we both finished our cigarettes, and then Hugh stood up and headed for the door. I followed him back inside, and stopped at the sink to get a glass of water. “Listen” he said. “I don’t want, you know, that just yet, but would you guys maybe be up for a bukkake session with me?” I choked on the water I had just begun sipping, meaning it took a couple of minutes of sorting myself out before I could reply. “You OK?” Hugh asked, grinning at me. “Yeah” I croaked. “Sorry.” “So?” he asked. “Er, yeah, I guess” I said. “But you know oral isn’t risk-free, right?” “Yeah” he said. “And Leroy?” I asked. “I’ll tell him what we’re going to do” he replied. “It’ll be up to him if he wants to join in.” I nodded, and Hugh smiled at me. He then headed out of the kitchen, leaving me to ponder our conversation for a bit before I eventually also went back to my desk. It took a little while to get focused again, but once I’d sent out a message to the Telegram group we had set up for the poz housemates, I muted my phone and got down to writing. —————— We finally found a weekend when Sean and Josh were both away, with Sean in Leicester overnight for a lacrosse tournament and Josh heading home for his younger brother’s 18th birthday party. Everyone else cleared their Saturday night, we closed all the curtains and locked the front door, and then got down to business. The plan was for Hugh to visit each of us individually in our rooms to give us each a blowjob, but we would stop him before we came. We would then gather together in the large main bathroom to shoot our loads on him, before moving on to whatever fun we felt like having. Hugh came to me first, and it was hot to see him wearing just a black jockstrap, black knee pads, and a pair of black leather boots. However, before he got started I decided to kink up his outfit a bit more, fishing out the wide padded leather collar and wrist cuffs I had bought after taking inspiration from Omar’s collection. I could see Hugh getting even harder in his jock as I tightened the collar round his neck, and he practically devoured my cock immediately after. He showed no hesitation at deep-throating a poz cock, and I had to pry him off me when I felt like I was about to blow. As I panted to calm myself down, I looked at him kneeling on the floor licking his lips, realising just how hot this night was going to be even if there was no breeding happening. I sent Hugh off to see his next housemate, before throwing on some loose jogging bottoms and a hoodie. I went downstairs and out into the garden for a smoke, stopping en route to get a bottle of beer from the fridge. It wasn’t long before Bailey joined me out there, followed by Tony and Sam, all needing a breather after being taken close to orgasm by Hugh’s talents. We chatted as we smoked and drank, before deciding to go back inside to get ready in the bathroom for the main event. When we passed by Tom’s room the door was wide open, and we all paused in turn to briefly watch Hugh alternating between Tom and Marcus while Leroy looked on. Eventually the four of them joined us in the bathroom, and we formed a circle around Hugh. He randomly chose guys to lean over and suck for a few seconds at a time, a big grin on his face throughout, and soon we were all getting very close again. Hugh stopped his administrations and knelt in the middle of the circle with his hands behind his back and his head up, and we all masturbated ourselves to the brink. Bailey was first to go, shooting his poz load onto Hugh’s face, and everyone else followed very soon after. Hugh licked any cum that landed near his mouth and swallowed it, and then when we were all done he used his hands to collect all the toxic loads he could reach to bring to his lips and slurp. Leroy, who had not joined in with dousing his possibly-boyfriend stepped forward and squatted down to scoop a line of Sam’s cum running down Hugh’s back, before reaching around and allowing the star of the bukkake session to lick it off his fingers. Everyone perched on the toilet, against the side of the bath or against the sink to recover from the orgasms, while Hugh just knelt in position grinning. He continued to run his fingers round his body to scoop up any remaining drops, before eventually settling down and relaxing. No-one said anything, just exchanging smiles with Hugh as he looked around, but then Leroy stepped forward towards him. He held out his erect cock, and Hugh pushed himself up to begin sucking it. He only did so for a couple of minutes before Leroy pulled back and then turned around. He leant forward a little, and Hugh planted his face between Leroy’s buttcheeks and began to rim him. Leroy’s back arched more and more as this went on, before he stood up straight and walked forward a couple of steps. He bent over towards the sink, and I stepped aside so he had enough room to lean on it properly. Hugh then pulled a sachet of lube out of his boot, stood up, pulled his cock out, and got himself ready. He then stepped forward, pressed his cock into Leroy, and slid in. For the first time ever, Leroy was bottoming in front of the rest of us, and I could tell he was both nervous and incredibly aroused. We gathered round and watched the fuck, no-one saying anything as all just enjoyed seeing our housemate show us this relatively new side of himself. Hugh was so turned on by his bukkake session that he did not last very long, accelerating quickly to a fast pace before slamming in and breeding Leroy. He remained buried as he slowly got his breath back, and then pulled out. “Aaron” Leroy said, looking down into the sink. “Yeah?” I replied. “Fuck me” he said. “Please.” I looked over at Hugh, who was staring at Leroy with wide eyes. He then met my gaze, and after a moment his face relaxed and he just slightly nodded. I took that as my cue, and picked up a bottle of lube we kept on the sink. He applied some to my now fully re-hardened cock, and then moved round behind Leroy. I put the head of my cock against his hole, and then held it there. After a few seconds, Leroy arched his back a little and pushed back. He clearly wanted it, so I began to properly push into him. Once fully buried I held still again for a few moments, and then slowly began to pull back and press in. I took my time building up a faster rhythm, with Leroy getting more and more into it throughout to the point where he was rocking his own body to meet my inward thrusts. “You like that?” I said. “Yeah” he panted. “You like me fucking you?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he replied. “You want all of us to fuck you?” “Yeah!” he yelled. “You want us to come inside you?” I asked, still thrusting away. “Breed me!” he panted. “You want our loads in you?” I asked. “Yes” he growled. I decided it was time to up the ante on the verbal. “You want all of our poz loads in your neg hole, don’t you?” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “You want us to make you poz like us” I said. “Yeah” he growled. “Fucking poz me!” “Oh, we’ll poz you” I said. “I knew you wanted this.” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “Fucking wanted it since I found out about you.” “You wanna be a poz cumdump like me” I stated. “Fuck yeah!” he yelled. “You want to just be a hole for any man to shoot his load in, no questions asked” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he whined. “I’m a fucking cumdump.” “Good lad” I said. I then accelerated to my fastest pace, and he whimpered and groaned throughout, begging me to shoot my toxic load into him. The situation was so hot that it did not take me long to do just that, and as I slammed into him and began to give him his first poz load, I could not help but groan loudly as he milked my cock as best he could with his anal muscles. He was desperate for that load, and I did not withdraw until every last drop had been squeezed out of me. Leroy was only empty for a few seconds though, as Bailey stepped up in my place and slammed into him, relying solely on the two loads in there already for lube. I watched them fuck for a minute or two, and then turned round to see what else was going on. Tom was sitting on the toilet lid with Marcus on his lap, gently rocking on his cock in a way that made it clear they were just keeping themselves warmed up. Sam had moved over next to Bailey to signal he was taking the next turn in Leroy, but my attention was caught by Tony and Hugh. They were standing in the bathtub, with Hugh bent over propping himself up against the wall. Tony was pressed up against his backside moving up and down, but I could see the tip of his cock poking up and down as he did so meaning he was just rubbing his shaft up and down Hugh’s crack. I decided to go over and join them, climbing into the tub and positioning myself in front of Hugh. He leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth, starting to clean it off. “You like having that cock rubbing your crack?” I asked him. “Mmmm-hmmm” he replied. “You like that raw cock rubbing against your hole?” “Yeah” he said around my cock. “You like feeling that poz cock touching your hole” I stated. “Yeah” Hugh panted, letting my cock drop from his mouth. “It feels so dangerous, doesn’t it?” I said. “I want it” he said. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want that cock” he panted. “Where do you want that cock?” I asked. “Inside me” he panted. “You want that raw poz cock inside your hole?” I asked. “Yes!” Hugh growled. “You want Tony to push his cock into you, fuck you, and blow his potent toxic load inside your neg hole?” I asked, making it all sound like hot verbal but also really pressing Hugh to make sure he knew what he was asking. “Oh fuck” Hugh whined. “I want it so bad.” “You want to get pozzed?” I asked, looking up at Tony. “Yes!” Hugh yelled. “There’s no going back” Tony said. “Just fuck me!” Hugh yelled, looking up at me. Tony, of course, obliged, and just a minute later the bathroom was filled with the sounds of both Hugh and Leroy being fucked by poz cocks, thighs slapping buttocks while the two neg men panted, groaned and begged. Never once did either of them show the slightest hint of concern or regret, even after each of them came from the feeling of being fucked. We went to town on them both, all of us breeding each of them at least once. Hugh was moved to be bent over next to Leroy, leaving the bathtub free for showers to be taken by the tops after we had drained ourselves dry, though at the end of the bathroom session Leroy and Hugh were positioned face to face in the tub with Tom and Marcus fucking them, the shower on throughout so they also got cleaned off during the final breeding. Leroy slept with Tom and Marcus that night, while Hugh went off with Tony and Sam. Bailey and I cuddled up in my bed, but throughout the night were woken a couple of times by the sounds of more fucking happening. In the morning we went to the other bedrooms and retrieved Leroy and Hugh, bringing them back to my room so we could also have a bit of time fucking them both. Then, throughout most of Sunday, the two of them were fucked plenty more throughout the house by all of us, as we otherwise relaxed, made an epic brunch, and even occasionally did some work. Eventually we wound it all down as it got more likely that Sean or Josh would come home, making sure to get the main bathroom properly cleaned after the cum-filled antics that had taken place in there the night before. At opportune moments for the next few days, Leroy and Hugh would get fucked by whoever was around, their enthusiasm never wavering. I even talked to Hugh about it as he lay on my bed, another of my toxic loads freshly planted in his hole. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be up for all this so quickly” I said. “I mean, I thought Leroy was probably going to do what he did because he was so fixated on us and our status, but when we talked the other day in the garden I honestly thought you’d be a long way off doing this, if you ever even did.” “Yeah” Hugh said. “I didn’t plan it, but you know, swallowing all your loads flipped a switch in me or something.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Actually, I think it was maybe even when I sucked your cock right at the start of the other night. My hole was twitching and I just wanted you to fuck me. Then when I was licking up all those loads, it was like it wasn’t enough or something. I knew what was in them, and I wanted more. Seeing Lee taking your cock made me so fucking envious, and Tony rubbing his on my hole made me just want it.” “You don’t worry you’re going to regret it?” I asked. “I mean, you didn’t think about it for very long before you started taking our poz loads.” “No regrets” he said, smiling at me. “Truth is, when you asked me if I see myself with a girlfriend or boyfriend, I don’t actually see myself with either. I just kind of want to fuck and be fucked, and I love cum. This way I can just be free, you know?” I smiled at him, and then moved over to lick the remnants or my load oozing out of his hole. I was soon hard enough to push back in, and gave him another poz breeding. Throughout he gently whispered how much he wanted me to be the one to infect him, and deep down I found myself wanting that too. Leroy got sick first, but Hugh was only a day later. We all looked after them, even Sean and Josh despite them not knowing what was actually going on. Then Bailey, Tony and I took them both to a clinic when they were better to confirm the result, before joining the others in a bar in town for some drinks. Leroy was a bit quiet, but I took him aside for a chat and found he was genuinely happy and turned on. So turned on, in fact, that we ended up in a toilet cubicle so he could breed his first poz load into me in about three minutes flat. Over the next few days he was a man on a mission, fucking and breeding all of us several times, whereas Hugh seemed to be more into focusing his own horniness on having us use him some more. We were all happy to comply. Things settled down after that, and although the house was back to a bit more bed-hopping, Leroy and Hugh did seem to be mostly sleeping together. That just left Sean and Josh, and while it was easier to have group fun now that there were only two guys who needed to be out of the picture, we all eventually realised that we would have to talk to them. Not least because Hugh had booked in to start getting a biohazard tramp stamp, fully confirming that he intended to take over from me as the house cumdump, while Leroy had shown us the elaborate design he was now saving for that was clearly inspired by Tom’s ink. There wasn’t going to be any hiding what was happening, so we hatched a plan for taking to the other two, and then just waited for the day to come. However, you know what they say about the best laid plans… To be continued

I've worked with kids all my life and I guarantee that for every 12-year-old who's already sucking dicks there are fifty 12-yrs-old who still think like children (i.e sex does not exist). So keep it at 18. I guarantee that underage-ready-for-sex will find a way.

My collection (along with my hole) keeps growing.

So I have a 6.5 cut cock. No complaints from me or others. A few days ago I hooked up with an out of town fwb. When he visits we always play. If you've read my posts you know I love getting my cock sucked and feeding cocksuckers. With this guy I am definitely a bottom who loves to get fucked. He has a cut 8.5 inch cock - that might have something to do with it 🙂. Do fucking hard and straight as well. So we're playing and I'm sucking his cock - he was really focused on getting into my ass - another win for me - so I let him mount me and he goes at it for about 35 minutes. Just fucking away with a big smile and lots of dirty talk. He breeds my ass and pulls out. He's hard again in about 10 and starts fucking me again - talking about making a creampie in my ass. So he breeds my hole again and pulls out of an even creamier hole. We were were talking and I asked him if he preferred cumming down a throat or up the ass. He said he prefers to breed bottoms because once he gets his 8.5 inch cock in a bottom he finds it easier to go balls deep, thrust harder, stay in deep and just have more control over enjoying a hole. He told me that he like getting blowjobs but there are very few guys that can his. Big cock. I admit I am not able to take a cock bigger than 6 inches comfortably. I can see his point - I love seeing my entire cock disappear to own a throat. My hung friend can't do that all the time so I guess it makes sense to shove it up a bottom's willing hole. So... Any thoughts from anyone? I would love to hear what you guys with bigger cocks think about this. Thanks.

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

Let’s hope it’s not a woman!

Sure, ok. But what if he finds you attractive? What if you find him attractive? What if every day you saw a guy on your train you found particularly "your cup of tea". But you didn't know how to approach him as he seemed to put out a "stay away" vibe on the train? What might you try to get to know him?

Im hosting a cumdump session in Greensboro this Saturday. Staying at the Howard Johnson near the Coliseum. No load refused & available after 6pm until checkout the next morning. 32, Chub, Submissive, Neg Message on here or Kik grizzlyadams92

I know a man who said they regularly topped Austin Wolf, and didn't realize that this muscle guy he was fucking was "the" Austin Wolf was until later.

One of my favorite places was a field of long grass on a warm day. I had my jeans pulled down and the polish builder I was meeting inside me as we spooned. It was spontaneous and very sexy, and he lasted a long time. I also had a very sexy time topping a Spanish hairy guy in the back of my open truck parked somewhere private and looking up at the night sky. We started out kissing in the seats, but we wanted more and ended up in the back of the truck on some old dog blankets. I was only planning to drive him home, but sometimes things happen. For total fantasy I think somewhere in space with no gravity would be great. Floating around only feeling each other, no weight to bother us so we just relax in any positions we like. Would be a lot of fun to shoot a load out there too. But I want to go in to space anyway so maybe I'm cheating and making two wishes in to one. Well, if anyone wants to start a space mission to shoot some sexy men in to space, sign me up.

A work in progress to be able to take a fist. Currently taking a belladonna fist easily and working on a nice horse.

A cheating fetish. I couldn't help this side of me. It wasn't me that cheated. I'd long since realized in my early 20s that I was never going to be the relationship type. Nothing got me hotter, harder, or hornier than making a guy cheat. Watching his eyes while he begged for me with his stupid boyfriend, husband, or whatever they call it was back home. I'm 38 years old 6'1 198 17% body fat. I'm the DILF at the gym you can't help eyeing. I wear muscle shirts to show off and i make the boys blush, gay or straight. Black hair crew cut full trim beard. Hairy legs some hairy chest, all masc, all man. But my real pride and joy. The thing that makes the boys go weak at the knees. I have a 9.2 in dick that is 6.1 inches in circumference uncut thick dripping dick. i love letting my fat monster cock just hang and work weeks on training cheating boys to worship and become addicted to it till the relationships they go back to and the relationships they have after the inevitable breakup will never compare. When I was 28 years old I tested positive for HIV. This opened my eyes to the world of domination: bringing cheating boys home now was not just home wrecking, it was a life changing experience that would follow each guy as a constant reminder that he had betrayed common sense, that he had submitted to me and virus. He was essentially nothing more than a begging cums slut who's nature controlled his destiny. For me, it wasn't just sex. It was a sadistic communion. Every secret meeting. The build up to the eventual fuck. and finally the night of repeated breeding till they had no doubt in their mind that when they limped away the late hours of the next day they were carrying the virus home with them forever. Ram and Joseph I found Ram and Joseph in the most benign place you could meet a young gay couple. Facebook. With the lists of boys who added me from the gym and next towns over asking for workout advice and sometimes more, these two sexy Latin boys appeared in the people you may know. It was Joseph's profile picture that attracted me. The two boys sitting side by side on the beach smiling. I added him, and then found Ram tag and added him as well. The boys were so perfect together. Joseph was 24 years old. 5'6. 160 lbs. He was a cute little smooth Latin stud. light tan skin. full lips. light brown hair. Ram was 28, very studly, 5'10 175 or so. Not as fit as his twinkish boyfriend but still so goddamn devourable, and my sights were set on him. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back in his skull as I filled him with poz cum. It turned out that Ram worked at the local mall and I suddenly discovered the need for some new clothing, so the very next day I dropped by the mall and took time eyeing the store from afar until I saw him, dressed smartly, wearing a cute hat and form fitting jeans. Now was time for the approach. Waiting to see him bent over a pile of clothes when I stood close behind him. "Can I get some help" I said slightly louder than necessary enjoying watching Ram jump. "Oh, hey man I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He couldn't help but look me over. the gay boy in him, that cock hunger that is in all gay boys like Ram and Joseph flickering behind his eyes. "Let me get someone to help you. " He said trying to regain some managerial composure. "No" I said bluntly. "No?" "Look I seen the kids you got working for you, they're great i'm sure. But you're the manager and you look like you actually have some style." He smiled sheepishly, even pathetically, at my half assed compliment. "Show me around," I proposed. "Sure man...sir." He said trying to regain his professionalism and overcome the obvious interest. "Honestly you already look like you are pretty good, but we'll see what we can get." He walked me around the store and I took my time trying on different things. and we got to talking. He was only the assistant manager (boring). He'd been trying to level up (boring). He was trying to go back to school (boring). He had plans for himself and his boyfriend (ding!) "You're gay?" I asked innocently "Yeah, but you knew that," he remarked, adding "you added us on facebook." "You recognized me?" I smiled to myself "A hot guy adds my boyfriend. Yeah, I'll pay attention," he replied. We were already near the dressing room and the moment was too opportune to pass up. I removed my shirt just before walking in. with the door still open I turned around and asked "So, you like what you see?" His eyes flickered up and down and his mouth hung just slightly open. He smiled, looked away and returned to look me up and down, finally responding "Cocky much?" "Only if the audience approves" I responded. He remained quiet for much of the rest of my visit trying to busy himself with other customers. I bought several things and left. Two weeks later, I returned to return some of my rusefully purchased merchandise, but during those two weeks I decided to go on a ripping season for my workout posting plenty of progress photos. Ram started testing the limits likeing, then adding playful comments, then finally he messaged me asking Can you offer me workout tips? I smiled when the message came in and replied What did you want to know? How in the hell can I look like you? Long and hard work son. You willing to put in the time? hahahaha! Yes sir Good boy. I'll drop by the store. I need to return a few things, I can bring you some stuff to help. I returned the items. Dropped off some supplements, we chatted about the gym and, if he ever wanted it, I offered some personal training at my home gym. Ram practically jumped at the idea, but there was hesitation in the back of his mind that revealed itself when he finally remarked "I love Joseph." "Your point?" "I just don't want there to be any confusion. I'm just trying to look better for him," he replied. I smiled and wrapped my arm around him saying "Rambo, stop worrying we're gonna have fun." And inside my jeans my dick jumped and drooled thinking of Ram's ass slowly opening up and begging for my raw load.

This was probably 8 years ago. I lived in San Francisco and had met this muscled Latino daddy. He offered to take me to the Berkeley bathhouse and white me out. Before we went in he smoked me out with a joint that was laced with T and a Gatorade that had g. I was so excited I thought it was just really good weed. we went in and there was a waitlist for the rooms so we got lockers. I thought the excitement of how packed the place was, the smells, and the hot guys, was what had me rushing. the daddy told me go check the place out and come back here when they called our number. I walked back to this fort looking structure where men on the upper level where getting their dick sucked by those on the lower one. Their dicks were at mouth level. I started sucking this black daddy’s dick. He told me to not let his dick out of my mouth and kept feeding me poppers. Pretty soon I had swallowed his load. as I was walking around I found this hallway that seemed to narrow down packed full of naked sweaty guys. Pretty soon I couldn’t keep going forward or go back because there were guys all around me touching me. I lost my towel and pretty soon one guy pushed me forward and rammed his dick in me while another spit roasted me. My head was swirling and time lost meaning while I got a lot of dicks. At some point I managed to stumble out of there and go to the steam room that had a shower inside. I rinsed off and saw this big hairy bear stroking his dick staring me intently. I knelt in front of him and he held my head and face fucked me holding my head down and making me choke every few bobs up and down. I held onto him until he pinned me down and came down my throat. when I walked out of the steam room I heard our number called and the daddy waiting for me by the counter. While I paid for the upgrade he grabbed my butt and stuck his thick middle finger in my cummy lubed up and sweaty ass. I felt a burn and I thought it was just how much I had already gotten fucked When we got in the room he ate my ass and the loads in it and fucked me while making out with me. We rested with the door open watching guys go by. I let him know which ones I was interested in and after a few he started guessing. Once we were on the same page he blindfolded me and had me suck his dick clean which tasted great I had never done ass to mouth. Soon he said, come in, and I felt someone come in and close the door. I felt weight on the bed and hands on my ass. Two fingers went in roughly and again the burn. Pretty soon this thick dick went in all the way to his balls. At this point I was stroking daddy’s dick because and trying to accommodate the dick.

I was chatting to some buddies on a few various sites over the last week and the same conversations came up time and time again - Who's got the biggest. - but for a change not Cocks but Porn Collection. Some are on xHamster, BoyfriendTV or ThisVid etc and obviously different guys said they had but then doe that include playlists too if you have the videos saved as individual Videos too. Well obviously not. I do remember talking about this a few years back and someone said this guy on some site - although I cannot remember where and who - said someone was loaning out movies that guys just couldn't find anymore and was a gay porn aficionado of sorts on porn actors, movies, who worked or lived with who and knew all the ins and outs. Whether an urban myth but I started talking about it with my buddies. We all kinda said we had a lot but not enough to boast about. But fuck if this guys existed I bet he could be the Porn Guru of all Time. I mean I watch porn with wank buddies and they must get tired of me but most videos I've seen - maybe I should try and track down the guy with the biggest collection and come back with a list of what he's got - now there's a challenge!

So, I've been sucking and getting fucking by my black top for 4 years now. At first he would say thank you, or simulator things like that. I guess he like my self grown-up in the days we thanked people who did things for us. However I feel privileged to serve his BBC. And asked him not to thank me, that I am his bottom for his pleasures. That it's not my right to his cock, but his right to have his cock serviced by me. Finally I got him to understand, I thank him each time I serve him. And I know I have no rights to his cum. It's his choice where it goes. And I am thankful for the honor serving him. And thank him whenever he deposit his cum where it belongs in my mouth and ass. Anyone else feel that way about their tops?

I had a few hours to spare last Friday night, so I hopped on Grindr with very few expectations. I find that when I least expect to find a good fuck I will get an incredible lay. I am extremely versatile, and frankly enjoy group play the best because I can sate my desires completely, but this evening I had the need to get my ass destroyed. Luckily, an out of town too was at a local hotel. Big muscle daddy, we exchanged pleasantries and realized we were both compatible so he sent his room number and arranged a time to meet. His pictures showed a very average looking cock, but when I got there I realized this guy needed to learn how to take pictures with his phone because he had a nice extremely thick 7” cock. We 69ed for a while then I lay on my back so he could deep fuck my throat. All the while he fed my nose poppers and I was flying and horny. I slid up on the bed and presented my tight hole to him and he just dove in face first and had my hole wet and sloppy from his mouth. Without much warning he plunged into me as deep as he could and I screamed in pain. But after a few more strokes it turned to bliss. I soon found my ankles behind my ears as he pounded away at my hole, he did this for a good ten minutes before he asked me where I wanted his load. I didn’t answer verbally, I just grabbed his hips and thrust my ass towards him. He filled me with his cum and kept fucking. I sounded sloppy and funny with each thrust. I told him to pull out and let me taste his cock. I cleaned him up and then bent over and told him to keep fucking me as I was close to getting off. Without touching my cock, he fucked me to orgasm. This was a 9/10 fuck and we promised to hook up next time he is town.

the area code comes up as NJ .. i googled the phone number and nothing comes up .. sorry .. i would throw it out .. better to be safe ..

That's for sure. The world doesn't need more and more (and then even more) mouths to feed, particularly given the Major Exporter of food-assistance to the rest of the needy world is denying that food aid for political reasons. It's nothing less than depraved. There is certainly every conceivable reason to slow the birth-rate, particularly in areas that simply must depend on the charity of wealthy nations. Why not export "you-know-whats - those little baggies that prevent pregnancy virtually 100% of the time. I'm not saying everyone shouldn't have sex - but we could easily manage boatloads of rubbers to be sent elsewhere. How is it that a nation that produces far more food than it needs, suddenly decides to yank that excess from the millions of hungry, even starving fellow-human beings in areas of globe? Is starving to death the only answer for those whose need is a matter of life or death? I wonder how some of these people can sleep at night.

I am afraid that is why I wrote it here., I’m sure not everyone on this site is from the same state or at least the same part of the country that I’m from so hoping that someone can reach out and see what the response is. All things aside yes it is scary Considering that no other car had that note.

i feel like you guys will get this. i just had a buddy come over to fuck and i don't know how to explain it cause if i describe the nuts and bolts of it it sounds like rape but it def wasn't cause i fucking loved every minute of it. if anything i'm surprised how well i could take it 😜 this guy is a 40ish beefy latino str8 guy on DL with a fat uncut cock. we've hooked up a few times and he has gotten a bit rougher each time pushing the boundaries. he asked to come over and i readily said yes. i waited on the couch smoking some 420 and chilling in a leather harness, used jock and gym socks. he arrived just as the buzz was starting to hit. i offered him some and he started smoking before sitting down so i noticed he was already raging hard under his shorts. i got on my knees, pulled his pants down and started sucking while he smoked but then he put the pipe down, grabbed my head and really started throat fucking me fast n deep, calling me bitch etc recently a buddy referred to me as a throat goat at a sex party but it's all comparative: i'm often disappointed how quickly i gag. but i guess the 420 had me relaxed because not only did i last longer but i could really just be in the moment and enjoy the feeling of getting deep throated. eventually i did gag and came up for air, he immediately said " come'on im gonna fuck you" i bent over the sofa and was surprised that he just shoved the whole fat thing in dry without even spitting on my hole. but what really surprised me was that it didnt hurt even a bit. he just went straight to pounding me hard and i fucking loved it. he pulled out the poppers and would take breaks sliding in slow and soft but then grab my harness and fucking drill me like a wild man. my moans we're loud and gutteral. so different than during a long session. i guess he was really pent up cause when he came it went on for a long time with him shouting 4 letter words like one does when the orgasm is super intense. other than a few quick pleasantries he was dressed quickly and out the door. and even though i'd been used like cheap rag doll, i was just sittin there panting in ecstasy because it felt great. 🐷 have i reached full fledged pig status? 😈

I was back at the local sauna, feeling horny as fuck. It was naked day, which is normally good. It was actually a lot busier than I expected, so I was hoping the guys would be up for fucking and loading, rather than just a lot of suckers. It had been a pretty successful day, so I hoped I could nudge my load count up to 5. I've started using cubicles more, which seems to be working. One particular one that's easy on the knees and near the darkroom. I got on all fours, spread my knees and dropped a sachet of lube on the floor ready to use and waited. It wasn't long before I felt a guy behind me walking onto the mat. Next thing he was running his finger over my hole (which had already been well used), made it clear he liked what he saw and felt, then got into position, legs astride mine. His cock head hit the mark right away, then slid right in. It was a perfect length and size. He also had a great technique, building up to what was a fairly hard fuck. I could tell he was getting close, then he asked me if I wanted his cum in me. I made it clear I did, then he let out a load groan and pumped a massive load into me. He stayed in for a minute (I was ready to clench as soon as he pulled out, so I didn't lose a drop), we exchanged a few parting words, then off he went. I normally wouldn't look back, but I actually managed to see a quick glimpse. It turned out it was someone I saw earlier and thought to myself "if only I could get his load in me". He was hot!

I am 62 & versatile bottom , slightly chubby & stocky . I lived previously in Los Angeles & my sex life had dried up. No younger tops wanted a slightly chubby older bottom. I now live in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia & I have so much sex . Malaysia is pretty much unknown in the gay community unlike Thailand. Because of that and also a distinct preference on the part of many Young tops & bottoms for gay daddies it is a pleasure ground for older guys like me . Last night I got fucked by a hot young 25 Malay top who deposited 2 loads in my ass . My ass was leaking cum . Another great thing about Kuala Lumpur is the thriving gay sauna scene. Most of the saunas are a little under cover & discreet but there are a great number & are very busy I often return home with 5 or 6 fresh cum loads deposited in my ass . Best time was with 2 Pakistani top friends who gave me 2 loads in 5 minutes followed by a Malay Chinese & Indian top . if any guys are planning a trip to SE Asia I can give advice

Safe bottoms I have stealthed total count: 1061 lol

I sort of fantasise on a type of gay handmaid's tale. There are no women. Only men in different levels of authority and domination. Obviously as a handboy my position is the lowest of the low. There to be fucked after being assigned to a dominant top. My name would probably be ofchad or something. I see each handboy having a QR code tattooed on their necks, so that the police can scan and identify your owner. If you don't have a QR code then your fair game to be fucked by anyone. So, it's sort of in your best interest to have an assigned dominant. I could go on forever, but you get the drift

I admit...I had my weak moment quite recently and agreed to hook up with "safe only" guy because he was so sexy...I had to have him. Long story short, he stealthed me and then confessed that he's stealth breeding guys all the time.

An hour or so later, I awoke hungry and edgy. I needed food and maybe a drink or two. It was about 6 o’clock when I dressed and went downstairs. I was about to cross the lobby when I saw a familiar face at the desk. “David! “I said. What are you doing here?” David was my cousin, about the same age but smaller, plumper with a smooth face and ginger hair. “Hello Ian,” He smiled. He was very shy, and blushed as he said “Thought I might find you here. Your folks said you were staying in Hamburg for a couple of days so I thought I’d look you up. Is that ok?” To my surprise, David was doing the same pre-universtiy travelling as me and only found out I was here when he phoned home the day before. “That’s great!” Why don’t we go and get a burger or something and see the sights?” David was very shy indeed. In fact, I was amazed he had actually gone travelling alone. We got on well, had a burger and then a couple of beers before I gently steered us into the Reeperbahn. David’s face was a picture as he took in the garish sex shops, the explicit photos out side the cinemas and the girls standing on the streets. “She’s available, David.” I kidded. He just nodded glumly and looked away. Although I hadn’t seen him often, I had formed the opinion when we were younger that David might be gay and his reaction seemed to confirm it. Well, now he was 18, and I decided to put it to the test. I found the little side street with the adult cinema showing gay films and paused outside. David shuffled his feet and looked at the ground. “I guess this might be more your thing?” He looked up with a horrified expression. “How did you know?” “Takes one to know one.” I grinned. He gasped, then relaxed a little. “You won’t tell?” “Of course not. Have you done it yet...been with a man?” He blushed and shook his head. This might be fun, I thought. Should I expose him to these dirty men? Should I let them try and impregnate him? I hesitated, then he said “Have..have you..you know...done it?” I nodded. “Yep. As a matter of fact, I did it today. In here.” His eyes went wide, but his tongue licked his lip. “With..with strangers? I mean….isn’t that a bit.. you know risky?” “Maybe,” I replied, thinking of the toxic sperm I’d carried with me from this place. “But you don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. Anyway, let’s head back.” I made to go, but he hesitated and said “Wait. Can we just go in and...take a look? I mean..I could just look around, right?” I looked at his round, smooth face with its eager expression and nodded. “Sure. Let’s take a look.” We went up to the counter. The same bored guy was in the booth. I paid and then led my cousin in to meet his fate….

Classmate in the boys bathroom every day during bathroom break of our science class—13. Did this for three years

Also met him, and preaching to the choir. I ll add this, he worked really really hard at being macho butch, cuz once drunk all those lovely flaming traits came out screaming

I find your title puzzling. That doesn't sound at all like rape to me, not really even like CNC play. It just sounds like consensual rough sex, enhanced by your lowered inhibitions. Go you!

OLIVIER_26CMXXL You can find him everywhere on the net...

One of my favourite porn scenes has to be Felching. I always get pretty turned on watch this one and leave it till last when I know I cant hold on any more epsecially after 4 weeks build up after edging, fucking, playing and I just need to shoot. It's about 38mins in and that's about all I can take when it gets to this part - sometimes don't even need to touch my cock. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27015/felching/ Just want to be where he is...

Older (40+), belly, big hands, hairy. That shit drives me crazy

I've reached the point of not paying for any of them.

what about me?🤩

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

[think before following links] https://www.nifty.org/nifty/ Nifty has been around for over 30 years - lots of categories .. don't know how many loads i've shot because of the stories .. 😆

I love taking loads in public, the more public the better and some of my fave places to get fucked are in alleys behind a dumpster, in public restroom stalls, or even better when men pull my naked ass out of the stall and fuck me right out in the open in front of the sinks, or getting gangbanged out in the wide open in parks, where the men will fuck me doggystyle on the ground in the dirt, or bent over a picnic table or get my naked ass up on the table on my back with my legs spread. I have even been fucked at the side of the road right downtown. I would love to be a public gangbang fucktoy, set up on a fuckbench right in front of the mall in Dundas square during Pride or somewhere busier with a sign that says FREE USE CUMDUMPSTER beside me and NO CONDOMS written on my back. men could leave tips in a bucket and loads in my sloppy pussy, with a bucket underneath to collect all the cum that drips out of me to pour back into me using a funnel. getting fucked by guys of all ages, races, looks, sizes, taking dozens and dozens of loads while I’m blindfolded and naked, being thoroughly used in the most public way, with tourists taking videos and pictures to post all over the internet and taking their turns using me. all while my father stands there watching, while my boyfriend sucks his big meaty cock, to get him ready to blow his load inside me when everyone else is finished using me.

Fuckin hot

Liz kept drifting off thinking about the most amazing sex she had ever had and wondering what Marc was doing and what would happen when he came by tonight. Liz was wet and most all day and on edge hoping Marc wanted more but feeling guilty everything Justin text her something sweet or that he loved her. She replied as usual and told him she loved him and how happy she was to be living with him. Throughout the day Liz found herself watching this tall janitor that she had never really given much attention to, he was decent looking and always polite, but she suddenly wondered what he looked like naked. Could he be like Moose? She could not even remember this janitors name as she watched him work and he smiled at her every time he caught her looking at him. He stopped by her office before she left for the day to ask if she had any work for him and she told him none she could think of. He handed her a piece of paperwork and told her that if she ever needed anything she could text him directly. Chaz 819-555-1212. Text me. Liz put the number in her phone under work numbers and tossed the paper since she did not want Justin to ask her about it, she vowed to herself to only use it for work and her mind kept going back to Moose. Liz rushed back to her place and Justin was home and they kissed and make out before Moose arrived. It was less then twenty minutes and in came Moose with another bud Ryan. Ryan was pretty like a model and good looking but not manly like Moose, Justin and Chaz. I really wanted everyone to leave or pass out except Moose. The night went on and soon Ryan and Moose left, and I was disappointed. I told my boyfriend that I had a headache, but I was disappointed that Moose did not want to play again. For the next three nights Moose came over and left and said nothing must Liz, when he left on Thursday night, she text Chaz and told him she needed him to help her re-arrange her office after work if he was available. He did not respond until the morning and the text read, “about time you asked me for help.” She had no idea what that meant but knew she would soon find out. The Friday went long, she kept thinking about Moose and his hot body and huge dick. The place started to clear out around four and soon Liz was alone int he office and she text Chaz. He texts her back and told her to come to the storage room. She walked down to the storage room and found Chaz shirtless. He had tats on his left side on his ribs, across his pecs and over his shoulder. Liz commented on what an amazing tat he had, while she was looking at his lean muscular body. He thanked her and asked her if she wanted to touch it, it seemed corny, and Liz thought to herself that he must use this line a lot, but she said she did and she placed her hand on his torso and then traced up his rib cage and to his pec and across his nipple and that made him jump. He asked her if she wanted to see other tat and she nodded yes, he unbuttoned his pants and slide them down enough to show a serpent from just about his penis around to his buttocks. He kept his pants up enough not to show the head of the serpent or his penis and said feel this one. Liz reached out and rubbed his Serpent and she saw his pants move but his hand did not and the more she rubbed the more his pants tented, and Chaz finally dropped his pants, and the serpent head was on the tip of his penis, and she jacked his dick and then got on her knees and began to suck his huge dick as she jacked it. Chaz moaned and let her service him for five minutes before pulling her up and undressing her after locking the door and leading her to a mattress just around the corner where he picked her up and lifted her up and placed her on his shoulders while he began to eat her out and began to moan and shake and soon came for the first time of the night. Once she had cum the first time, he placed her on center of the bed legs spread and kissed her body as he rubbed his huge serpent on her clit and then pressed his dick inside her. Liz felt amazing, his penis was longer but not as thick as Moose and his hands were all over her body while he drilled her and after twenty minutes, they both came together. Liz expected him to finish like Moose and eventually pull out and be finished but he continued to fuck her and make out with her, and she soon came again and shot a second load inside her soon after. He proceeded to make love to her for two hours and telling her how much he wanted her since he started, and she tasted even better then he imagined. She told him she had to get back to her boyfriend and how much she enjoyed being with him and the told her he would help her on Wednesday evening move her office again. She said she would have to check, and he told her he would be waiting for her on Wednesday. OMG, she thought, I know I want to be with him again, but I cannot let anyone know here that I am cheating on my fiancé. She left and almost completely forgot about Moose. She drove home with cum deep in her from Chaz and when she arrived Justin was there with Moose. Liz felt good knowing she had Chaz now that Moose had fucked, breed and ignored her and she tried to not want him anymore but the more they drank the more she wanted him. While they were drinking Justin got a text from his mother that she needed him to come home tomorrow, Saturday and stay over to take care of his dad. He was being released from the hospital and Justin’s younger brother was away visiting a college. Justin was always a mom’s boy and he told her he would be home early tomorrow and stay till Monday morning. Moose left and Justin and Liz made out and had sex before Justin fell asleep. Liz could not help but wish Moose or Chaz were there to finish her off, she was having a hard time Cumming anymore when Justin made love to her. She had to fake it the last two times. She was up and away, and a text came in she did not recognize. It read, party at my place tomorrow. Hope you can attend; I need to get inside you again. Liz was paralyzed and did not want to answer it until she knew who it was, she rushed to get Justin’s phone and used his thumb to open the lock and found Moose’s number and Bingo the text was from Moose. She texts back, sure what time and where? 4 PM, be ready to stay all night. Liz lit up and knew she had wanted to fall asleep in Mosses arms ever she he first took her. Liz got all her errands completed so she could be to his place at four and had her bag packed. She was wet and horny and knew she needed Moose inside her. She arrived at four and there were three other cars in the driveway, and she was disappointed. She thought it would just be her and Moose. She knocked and Moose came to the door and leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Wow, she thought, this is what I wanted. He led her into the living room where he introduced her to his brother Dino and two of his brothers’ friends - Scott and Ricardo. Ricardo looked to be early 20’s dark eyes and a muscled body 5’11 or so and Scott was 5’10 white and attractive blonde lean like a runner and Moose’s brother was a young version of him. He was even better looking. Liz told everyone it was nice to meet them and leaned into Moose. Dino went to grab Liz a drink, Dino made it strong so she could catch up. Soon Dino said they wanted to run a contest. Liz would be the judge and we needed to find out who was the best kisser of the four of them. Liz looked at Moose and he said it would be fun, he would start, and he leaned over and kissed her and make out with her for a minute. Then Dino took his turn and Rick and finally Scott. Dino told her there would be four rounds and she had to take a big dink after each round, but she also had to eliminate someone. The first round proceeded, and she loved all the attention, and she took a big dink and eliminated Scott. Then round two went and she eliminated Ricardo and it was down to Dino and Mouse and she picked Dino. Dino pranced around and showed off, then announced next contest. Whose cock taste the best. Before Liz could say anything or object, they all dropped their shorts. They lined up and Moose encouraged her to take her time and suck and lick each one for a minute. Moose and Dino had huge dicks long and thick. Scott's was long but medium thickness and Ricardo had a super thick uncut dick. Dark brown and thicker than a beer can. Liz began with Scott, his dick was clean and his pre-cum stated sweet, she had never tasted cum that was sweet. She moved to Ricardo and his dick was hard to suck but she did the best she could and worked his uncut dick and then to Dino and finally Mouse. If she was being honest, she would have picked Ricardo to lose the first round, but she picked Dino fearing he would end up with two wins and he was already full of himself, so she picked him and then took a big drink. Dino moves to behind Liz and as she began to suck Moose on the second round, he had slipped her panties aside and began to eat her pussy. Liz tried not to cum, but Dino had a long hard tongue and before she knew it, she had cum hard while sucking Moose. When she finished Scott moved over and fucked her mouth and then Ricardo did the same. She eliminated Ricardo and then took a huge drink and Dino let Ricardo take his place and eat out Liz’s pussy and she again came while she was sucking Scott this time and then Dino and after shaking and sucking while she moaned on Scott’s dick, she picked Scott as the winner. They all took a break, and the guys took a piss and they all got refills as Dino passed them around. He fist bumped Scott each with a win and announced the next game. Who can hold out the longest was the name of the contest? Each guy would sit down, and Liz would ride their cocks for one minute. The one who can hold out the longest without Cumming wins. Liz knew she should not do it, but she was so hot and horned up she could not say no. She started with Scott and rode him as he moaned and then Dino and Mouse and finally Ricardo and her moaning got louder with each. On the four pass Scott came inside Liz ending his chances and on the fifth round Dino blows his load inside Liz and Ricardo blow on round seven and Mouse drills one home five minutes later with Liz Cumming each round on one of the guy’s dicks.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3

Tricked and Set-up (Part III) I felt his cock getting harder and larger. My cock was throbbing uncontrollably as he pounded into me. I felt like my cock was gong t explode. Just as Rod slammed into me harder and harder and grunted with each thrust I felt my cock begin to spasm. As my orgasms started my ass clamped down on Rods hard tool deep inside me and he began to dup his fourth load inside me. His cock was so far inside me it felt like he was past my internal sphincter. We were both panting heavily as Rod began to kiss me with a passion I had never felt before. I began to wonder what would happen when my girl got back to town. Then I was snapped back to reality as Rod began to slowly pull out of my ass. Rod then said to me, “Clamp down hard on my dick as I pull out bro, I don’t want anything leaking out of your ass.” I did as I was told and as he withdrew from my as I could feel the slosh of the cum he had left behind. He pushed my ass up into the air and told me, “Hold your ass up and let gravity do its magic as my cum slides deeper inside you.” Rod then fished around in a drawer and pulled out a good size butt plug. He pushed it against my hole and told me, “Relax a bit so I can work this in your hole to keep that charged load inside your hole a while longer.” Slowly I felt the plug slide in me slowly until it got to the widest part. Then Rod used a little force and with a loud squish it fell into place. I felt very full at this point and knew that nothing was going to leak out. “You’re to keep that plug in you till tomorrow morning. Then you can remove it and let any of my cum that remains leak out.” I left Rod’s apartment and when home to try and sleep. With the plug still inside me and the Tina still in my system, I wasn’t able to sleep much. I finally dozed off early the next morning. I woke with a cramping in my stomach and knew I had to have that plug out. I had it in longer then Rod had instructed. I went to the bathroom and attempted to pull the plug out. I ended up sitting on the toilet and forcing it out like I was taking a big shit. I hear the plug drop into the toilet and what felt like a pint of jizz follow it. I looked into the bowl to see globs of cum, blood and some shit floating around. I crawled back to bed and slept the rest of the day. A few weeks passed since Rod and I had slammed and fucked. Rod called me every day to see how I was feeling and every day I answered that I felt fine. I had yet to see my girl when I began to feel really sick. It felt like the flu but it wasn’t flu season. Rod called me that day and he could tell I wasn’t feeling well. He insisted on coming over to care for me. When I heard the knock at the door I was barely able to get up and open it. Rod came in with anything I would need to help get over this bug. He made me broth and gave me liquids to drink. Rod made sure I was going to get through this. Within a few days I was feeling normal and then Rod said, “You should go get a blood test to see what it was that you had.” I guessed he knew best since he was taking care of me. I followed his advice and he took me to the free clinic and spoke to the nurse for me. They called my name and took a shit load of blood before giving me a phone number to call and a code to identify myself with. Rod then took me back to his place and we proceeded to slam and fuck again. I have to admit it, I missed Rod’s cock inside me. It felt good to get the shit fucked out of me by this stud. All the time Rod was fucking me I never thought about my girl. After we had spent a couple days of non-stop partying and fucking I noticed that my girl had called me over a dozen times and left numerous voice mail messages. I began to listen to them. One after another she was yelling at my about not being around. She had heard I had let Rod fuck me. She seemed to know everything Rod and I had done while she was out of town. I looked at Rod and told him, “My girl knows you’ve been fucking me bro.” “You don’t need that bitch no more, I’ve got all you’re ever gona need here (as he grabs his hard cock).” I knew he was right, I only needed him, his cock and Miss Tina to be happy. We finally crashed and when we woke up Rod reminded me that I needed to call the clinic and get my lab results. I called, gave the nurse my code number and was told, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but the test came back positive.” “Positive for what?” I asked. She then said, “HIV.” I thought to myself, ‘How in the fuck did I get HIV?’ Then it dawned on me, Rod said something about a charged load and keeping it inside me as long as possible. Rod had tricked me, drugged me up and pozzed my ass. At first I was mad as hell, but my cock was getting rock hard. I had always knew with the amount of screwing around I might get HIV, but never thought I’d get it from a stud fucking me up the ass and that I would enjoy it. I looked at Rod, I didn’t have to say a word. He knew he had successfully pozzed me. He fixed us a couple slams and plowed my ass some more. All the time he is fucking me he telling me, “Bro, we are going to fuck every guy and girl we can and give them the bug. It’s the responsibility we have to pass it along to as many people as we can.” I had to ask Rod, “Did you poz my girl that night you fucked her with me?” “I probably did bro. I pumped more cum into her cunt then I did your ass.” An evil grin came to my face as I thought about my girl having HIV and possibly not knowing that she does. That’s when my cock spewed out a huge load of cum in the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life. I knew it was my turn to fuck Rod and show him the mad skills I have for breeding ass. A few days later Rod and I moved in together. I became one of his dealers and when ever I found an unsuspecting neg boy or girl I’d teach them how to slam then fuck them full of my special cum!