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Fuck I'm having a great time in Berlin, came through with a friend and every night we've been checking out the cruising scene. On Sunday we went to Boiler and I got fucked a few times there, the steam maze ist sehr Toll, then yesterday I went around collecting loads from guys on Grindr in various hotels until we went out for the night. Went to Bull bar to suck some guys and naturally the biggest dick in the darkroom wants to be inside me first so I get in the sling and let myself get fucked and bred by him and whoever came after. Then we went to Fricken 3000 and while it was totally dead mostly, I got to chatting to the hottest guy at the bar and after telling him I've got a bottle of lube in my bag he takes me downstairs and starts to fist me. Fuck that was incredible, just making out with this beautiful guy while he's punching deep into my guts, I don't think I shot my load but I think I orgasmed from how intense he went. I leave Berlin on Thursday morning, any recommendations until then? I'm in chastity so still horny 😈

The eight of us had settled on having a whole-house talk with Sean and Josh, and were now working on the logistics of it all. Exams were looming, and none of us wanted to cause problems in the house while everyone was working towards all that, so we decided it would be best to wait until the last one was out of the way and we were into the summer break. This would also mean that if there was a blow-up, Sean and Josh would be able to just leave and go home, and could also choose to not come back in the autumn and instead find somewhere else to live. Several of us finished a few days before the others, and on the final afternoon of exams, only Josh, Bailey and Sam were left. A load of the other guys had gone off to play frisbee in the park, with a promise to also pick up the remaining supplies we needed for the big celebratory barbecue we were planning for that evening. As such, it was just me, Sean and Tom at home, and with the sun shining brightly we were enjoying the garden. I was sitting in a deckchair in the shade taking a break from the sun and reading a book, while Sean was splayed out on his front on a towel on the grass. Tom had put some water in a blow-up paddling pool we had drunkenly bought off Amazon, and after letting the sun heat it for a bit, he was now dozing in the pool with his head on the side. Eventually the sun got a bit much for Sean, and he got up and padded inside. He came back out a minute later with a couple of cold beers, one of which he handed to me before he plonked himself down on the bench and lit a couple of cigarettes. He handed me one of those two, and I closed my book and put it down on the patio so I could just sit back and chill. “So” said Sean, staring at Tom, “are we finally gonna talk about all this shit?” “What shit?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop. Sean said nothing for a while, just taking a couple of sips of his beer and a few inhales of his cigarette. “Josh fucks me now” he said, quite quietly. “Yeah?” I replied. “Yeah” he said. “I got curious and asked him to do it one night.” “You like it?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I really do.” “Cool” I said. “You know you’re preaching to the choir with me on that one.” “Yeah” he said. “But you haven’t been letting either of us fuck you for ages.” “Well, I…” I began. “It’s OK” he said. “We know what the score is.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied. “We’ve been talking about it, and seeing how we both feel.” “And?” I eventually asked, still not sure if we were talking about the same thing. “Josh finds it hot” he said. “I thought it was all a bit fucked-up, but since Josh has been breeding me I’m changing my mind.” It was at this point that Tom started getting out of the paddling pool, standing up and shaking himself a bit like a dog. The massive silver chains he’d showed up wearing after his last exam, which put my own to shame, rattled as he dried himself, and despite the gravity of the conversation Sean and I were having I still started to harden. Tom then padded over to us, lit up a cigarette and sat down next to Sean on the bench. “You’re talking about us all being poz, right?” Tom said. “Yeah” replied Sean. “How did you know?” I asked. “You mean, aside from this guy basically walking around with a billboard on his stomach advertising it?” he said, chuckling a bit while he gestured at Tom. “Fair point” I said, also chuckling. “Hey” said Tom, leaning back and making his flat muscled stomach more prominent, “this is fucking hot and you know it.” “It is” said Sean. “Yeah?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “I mean, before, when, you know, I thought it was a bit fucked-up and I didn’t know what to say to you guys about it, but now…” “Now that you’re taking loads you’re suddenly into it?” Tom said. “Something like that” Sean said. “And Josh?” I asked. “He, er” began Sean, before pausing. “He’s planning to ask you lot to gangbang him tonight.” “He is?” I asked. “How do you feel about that?” Sean sat in silence, lighting up another cigarette after stubbing out his first one. “I think it’s fucking hot” he said. “I want to watch it happen.” “Then what?” Tom asked. “What do you mean?” Sean replied. “If we gang fuck your boyfriend he’ll probably get pozzed” Tom said, “particularly if we follow it up with a visit to Aaron’s friends at the weekend so they can all have a go on him.” “Your friends?” Sean asked, looking up at me. “Some older guys I know who have parties” I said. “They got all this started.” “Oh” said Sean. “Well, I mean, Josh wants it to be all about him tonight.” “But outside of tonight?” I asked. We sat in silence for a while, before Tom slid up the bench a little and put his arm over Sean’s shoulders. “I want it” said Sean, almost whispering. “Like, I want us to be a whole house again.” “Sean, buddy” Tom said, his voice unusually gentle, “you’ve got to want it because you want it, not just you feel like you’re being left out.” “I know” said Sean. “I didn’t mean that. I mean, I want Josh to have his fantasy and all that, but I kind of just want it to be done and be part of it all, you know?” “Are you sure?” I asked. “There’s no going back.” “I know” said Sean. “But I don’t wanna go back. Two years ago I thought I’d be fucking girls and having fun for three years, then doing the whole married-with-kids thing after that. Now I’m sleeping with a guy I fucking love, I’ve started taking it up the arse and I fucking love that too, and I’m missing you guys like crazy. I’m not gonna be with women, I know that now, so I don’t need to worry.” “Familiar story” Tom said, chuckling. “Back in Hall nearly all of us were straight and just having some kinky fun, now we’re all gay as fuck.” “And poz” said Sean. “I want to be too.” “So how do you want it to happen?” I asked. He sat and stared down at the ground for a bit, before looking over at me and then at Tom. “Take me upstairs and fuck me” he said. “Tonight can be all about Josh, but outside of that, how about you all fuck me too?” “I think we can make that work” I said, smiling at him. —————— It had been a long time since Sean and I had fucked, and back then he had been the quintessential straight guy who enjoyed fucking guys up the arse. But now I was seeing a new Sean, an eager and hungry bottom who was finally letting himself be free. His back was arched like an expert porn star as Tom pounded into him, and his lips were against my pubes as he swallowed all of me without the slightest hint of gagging. He was moaning in heat as he took it from both ends, emitting deeper growls whenever Tom or I reminded him these were potent poz cocks inside him. I had taken a short video and sent it to our Telegram group, and I knew the others were probably running at full pace round Tesco to stock up on what they had promised to buy so they could get back here pronto. I made sure they knew that tonight was to be about Josh and we had to save energy and loads for that, but Sean was otherwise on hand from now on. I then took a few pics from various angles, and when I saw the time tick past 4pm I knew Josh’s exam would be over. A couple of minutes later Tom started to accelerate, so I filmed him reaching orgasm and shouting for Sean to take his first toxic load as he slammed in and bred him, our housemate moaning in appreciation. As Tom came down and I knew my turn was approaching, I sent a few of the pics and the breeding video to Josh: We’re all going to fuck you senseless tonight, but just thought you might enjoy seeing what your boyfriend is up to in the meantime… 🍆💦☣️ I then threw my phone down on the mattress, pulled back to withdraw from Sean’s throat, and made my way round to the end of the bed. Tom climbed up on the mattress and lay back against the pillows, and Sean moved round 90 degrees so he could start cleaning up the poz cock that had just bred him. I, meanwhile, got up on my knees behind him and began to push into his cum-filled hole. He began to quietly moan in appreciation as I started to fuck, and I suddenly felt this wave of euphoria go over me. The secrecy was over, and we would be a whole house again. Sure, there were now five couplings (if you counted whatever was going on with Sam and Tony), but we would finally be free to have fun with everyone else too outside of those relationships. Getting Sean and Josh pozzed was going to be a lot of fun, but I almost couldn’t wait for the deed to be done… ————— Sean took a load from all eight of us that afternoon, mostly doggy style except with Sam who decided to take him missionary. Josh was there to watch the last few breedings, and plunged into his boyfriend at the end to add a ninth load but, I suspected, to also have the thrill of dipping his neg cock in a hole filled with poz loads. We then got ourselves cleaned up and had the barbecue, the party filled with banter and frolics like old times. Well, it was almost like old times, except for everyone now being completely open about the affections they had for their boyfriends. Sam and Tony had been dipping their toes in the idea of being more than fuckbuddies, but fully went for it as they hungrily kissed while lying on the grass. This had become a big gay house, all pretences of university experimentation abandoned, and it was such a liberating experience. Being able to talk openly about our journeys, both in sexuality and status, was also massively freeing, and some of the guys who had already been pozzed talked more deeply about it all than they ever had before. The talk also turned to Omar and his friends, and how we were maybe the new generation. Everyone agreed that we should arrange a massive two-house party before we went home, though Sean and Josh both made it clear they wanted to be converted by just us lot first. It was a warm night, and with the awning out over the patio we got down to business outside, safe in the knowledge that none of the neighbours would be able to see anything. We kept it quiet, enjoying sucking each other off, rimming Josh, and eventually starting to fuck him a bit. However, we knew we wanted to get a bit louder, so moved things inside. Josh darted into his bedroom and then emerged a few minutes later wearing a jockstrap and a black-and-grey leather pup mask, which was fucking hot despite covering up his beautiful Cantonese face. I fished out my leather collar and cuffs to complete his look, then everyone else piled into my bedroom and got Josh down on all fours on the bed. Sean went first, fucking and breeding his boyfriend with the only neg load he would get that night, before the rest of us took over. Sean spent the rest of the session keeping us all aroused with his oral talents, while Josh remained on all fours and took a rough breeding from each of the eight of us. He did not hold back in yelling for us to breed and poz him, bringing us all over the edge very quickly despite the breedings of Sean earlier that afternoon. We broke off for a couple of hours for drinks, cigarettes and fresh air outside, with everyone popping back inside to have a quick cool shower at some point. We had removed Josh’s pup mask but kept him in the rest of the leather gear, with Tony inserting one of my larger buttplugs into him to allow the toxic loads to ferment inside. It was so nice outside compared to the stuffiness of the house that we decided to have our second round out there. Josh put on some trainers and then went over to the large rhododendron at the end of the lawn, and we all then took it in turns to pop on some flip-flops and join him in the large void inside the bush for a quiet and hidden fuck. I doubted this was his first time bent over in a bush taking loads, while fondly remembering the fun times I used to have doing the same thing, and determined there and then that, at some point, I would convince everyone else to come to the woods with me to take whatever the anonymous men who happened by would be willing to give. The pace of the breedings in the bush was more sedate, and we could all kick back and relax as each guy went down the garden to have his turn. As we were sat on the patio under the awning, Sean was also able to continue working to get each guy to warmed up to go and breed his boyfriend, either kneeling down or bending over to use his mouth, or sitting on their laps to use his still loosened hole for a bit. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any more loads that night, but was still seriously aroused taking our poz cocks inside him again regardless. Aside from that, the rum and cokes flowed as our drink of choice to keep the energy going, while some marker pens came out so some of the guys could draw on some possible tattoo designs as we agreed to each get something inked on ourselves that summer to proudly proclaim our status. Once the bush breedings were over, Josh joined us back on the patio for a few drinks. We were all getting pretty merry, so after everyone threw on some shorts or trunks, the paddling pool was re-filled and a hosepipe fight broke out. We could hear the neighbours on both sides were also outside late enjoying the warm evening so we weren’t concerned about noise, and it was just so much fun to be completely ourselves again as a house. We were drunk, horny, happy, and all feeling the love in every way. Bailey and I unashamedly stood in the pool kissing each other deeply, and soon the other four couples were all plastered against each other making out again. This of course got us heated up once more, and I knew Round 3 was fast approaching. My bedroom again became the venue of choice, and this time we stripped Josh of all the leather accessories as well as his jockstrap. Everyone else got completely naked too, so that the only items being worn were the big silver chains Tom and I were into. Josh was then taken in every position imaginable on the bed, including two rounds of double-fucking at the end as his hole was more than loose enough for that kind of a workout. Throughout this session Sean was on all fours on the bed having his own hole used for warm-up, his mouth always on some part of his boyfriend’s body as they were both fucked. While no-one bred him, every cock went back inside Sean after Josh had taken its load. The pair of them were fucked several times a day after that, though there was so much sexual energy in the house that the rest of us also had plenty of fun bottoming too. No-one was in any hurry to pack up and head home for the summer, and without studying to do or really anything else at all to worry about, we could just relax into fun and sex with each other round the clock. That all went on for ten days until Josh started to feel unwell, and then the focus shifted to caring for him while continuing to breed Sean. Right as Josh started to feel better it was Sean’s turn to get the fever, so now we were all caring for him instead while Josh began to breed the rest of us as his horniness spiked. When Sean was recovered the pair of them went off to a clinic together, and that night we partied hard as a house to celebrate when they came back proudly clutching their positive results. —————— One by one we all started visiting the tattoo artist who had worked on Tom and Marcus, who had told them he was undetectable and more than happy to help with giving guys permanent status symbols. Most of us went for something not too prominent, such as a design on our buttocks or something more visible that would be understood by those who knew the meaning but would not cause issues with families, future employers etc. Sam, however, was inspired by Tom’s unashamed and blatant advertising of his status, and got a huge scorpion tattooed on his back and an elaborate design centred on a biohazard symbol on the bottom of his stomach. He also made it clear more would be added over time, and that he was planning to dip into his trust fund to “bling up” as he put it. Eventually we all started to realise that we would have to go back to our respective homes for a few weeks despite the fun we were having, not least because some of us had summer jobs lined up at home. We therefore decided to plan one last blow-out before we parted company until the autumn, and the subject of Omar and his friends came up. “Dudes, they’d go fucking wild to have us all there” I said, as we were all sitting together in the park rehydrating after some particularly energetic frisbee games. “I know we all agreed the other night, but is anyone not actually up for it?” “Count me in” said Tom. “Those guys can chain me up and fuck me senseless any time they like.” “I’m in” said Sean. “The way you guys have talked about those parties makes them sound fucking hot, even if I’m not sure I’m gonna be attracted to any of them.” “You will be” said Marcus, “trust me. There’s something about just letting yourself get used by that gang that is too horny for words.” “You know” said Bailey, “as we’re all poz now, they’re going to want us to fuck them too.” “Fine by me” said Leroy. “A hole’s a hole.” “My loving boyfriend, ladies and gentleman” said Hugh, causing us all to chuckle. “Fuck off” laughed Leroy. “So, we’re all in?” I asked, causing everyone to nod. “Cool, I’ll set it up then.” I rang Harry that night, and he excitedly agreed to get hold of Omar and make the arrangements. He texted back an hour later suggesting the following Friday, which worked well as some of the guys were eyeing up that Sunday to drive home or have their parents pick them up. I then sat down with everyone individually or as couples to get them to open up about any kinks they fancied exploring at the party, gradually building up a list that I could send back to Harry. Most of it was as expected, though Bailey surprised me by saying he wanted to be fisted for the first time. Tony and Sam also made my eyebrows raise a little when they admitted they wanted to be tied up together and paddled a bit, before getting used for a while by anyone who fancied it. Nearly everyone in the house admitted they wanted to be in some leather, resulting in Harry, Omar and I having to do a joint trip to a few fetish shops to ensure there was enough to go round. “You boys ready?” I asked, as we all stood in the front garden of our house in loose shorts and vests on that warm Friday night, waiting for the three taxis we had ordered. “Fuck yeah” said Tom, taking a deep inhale of a cigarette. “I want to go home on Sunday absolutely wrecked.” Everyone laughed, as we noticed a couple of cars turn into the road and then slow down as they reached us. A third then arrived from the other direction. “Our chariots await, gentlemen” I said. My stomach was fluttering as we piled into the cars in groups. Whatever had gone before, whatever was to come in our third year, I knew this was probably going to be one of the hottest nights of my life… To be concluded

Back to jacke’s story again. As promised, I have again linked photos to people in the text. the last chapter became very long, so i have split it up. from this chapter, you will be led to the next part with more action. but this one it is not less important, to be able to follow the story well. the next chapter is introduced with this Part 8. I get up. Shit. My plug still in me. Just a sec, I scream to the other side of the door. I grab my pants and just before I want to pull out the butt plug, I think about the stain Leroy had the day before. Oh no… that’s not going to happen to me. So I keep the plug in and pull my pants on. Damm. This feels weird. But hey, nothing to do about this. I walk to the door and open it. Sorry to disturb, the help says. I just wanted to check and clean some stuff up, if I need to. I’m still shirtless, standing at the door. Your date has gone the help asks me. Yeah, he is gone. That was the plan did it not? The help smiles. Yeah, its time each date goes back to his own rooms. I do hope you had a good date, he smiles. Im not sure what to think of this, does he know? Does he suspect we fucked? But I guess I wont be the only one, am i… Yeah, it was nice, we had fun and talked a lot I say. Just pretending all innocent. The help just smiles. He walks up into the room and sees my bed. It’s a bit dirty from sweat and has some cum sports on it. I bed you guys talked a lot and had fun. He reacts to me. I feel my face turning red. The help removes all the stuff from the bed. Just picking this up, to do the washes. Ill get you some new towels, new bed scheets, clean your room and all the stuff. Get a shirt on, he tells me and go enjoy the breakfast in the main building. Its around 10.00 in the morning already, so you don’t want to miss it. I did not wash myself yet, haven’t done my hear etc. so I look a bit wild. But, what choice do I have. Ill do that all later. I quickly put a shirt on and leave the room. wen I walk and I pass the door from Leroy, there is another help, knocking his door. So I guess he’s still in his room to. But.. there is no response. The help takes his pass and unlocks the door. I can smell a sweaty, cummy, sticky smell coming out of the room. Dammm, I guess he had a party this night, I think to myself. I hear a bit of mumble. It seems Leroy is still in his room. Plz, help me fot a bit, I hear. Together whit the help I walk into his room. And then I see him. He is lying naked, on his back on the bed. His face turned to the ceiling. His eyes, tired. His arms and hands, just lying in some sort of weird position. He has some blue spots near his back, like bruises. His legs spread wide open and his cock soft lying on his belly. The part of his ass that I can see from were I stand, is red. Red like fire. It looks bruised, whipped and torn apart. His hole, still open and dripping out a mix of annal fluid, cum and blood. It has created several red/yellow spots on his bed and sheets. His bed is wet from sweat and I don’t know what ells. No way, this is only from Leroy’s body. On the floor there are several spots more. All red/yellow. The same mix of annal fluid, cum and blood. On the walls, I can clearly see his body print, were he roughly has been pressed against. What the fuck happened here? Did Jason do this? Did he treat Leroy like this???? The help looks at me, can you support me. We need to get your friend back on his feet. We both walk further to the bed. I bed over him, just in front of his face and wisper to him. Its ok, we are here, we will help you my friend. Calm down. I want to take Leroy in my arms, but the stops me. Let him ly down. Take the pain relief ointment, over there, he points to me. I grab it and want to give it to the help. Nu, he says to me. You do this. Lube your fingers whit it, and massage it in his hole. Be sure do do it deep and massage it good. It will help him. Im going to get him some cooling cloths, for his bruises and his ass. Ill get a pill to wake him up and give him some energy to. The help walks out and there I am, whit the ointment in my hands. So, I pure it on my fingers and I place them against his sphincter. I never thought, I would finger a hole, not like this, not Leroy’s. Here it coms, I say to him. I push whit 2 fingers, but there is no resistance. My fingers just go in real easily and I can feel why. He’s filed up. I feel the cum, blood and anal fluid around my fingers. His tore up sphincter at the base of my fingers. He feels so wet, warm and sticky. Its.. its… hot. Cum is dripping out his hole, along my fingers and hand. I start to massage his insides. Leroy starts to moan a bit. I guess, even whit his hole like this, he still likes it and still wants it. I di this for at least 5 minutes, wile my own cock is reacting to it and is getting hard. It does not leave Leroy unwilling and I can see his grow to. The help gets back and I pull my fingers out. He brought cooling cloths, that he lay under Leroys ass and his back. He gives me the pill, that Leroy can take. He has some sort of enema that he pushes into Leroy. It’s a pain reliever to, it helps the healing inside, but this one for even deeper then were your fingers went. Soon he won’t have any problem whit it anymore. It just takes a bit time. It won’t heal or protect other things he is exposed to, he winks at me. What did the help mean by that? Ok, you can now help him up, its all in. I get to his face again and softly pull Leroy up, his face against my chest. It will be ok, I whisper. Here take this pill. It will help you back on the feet. And I put it in his mouth. Leroy swallows. Just wait 15 min the help says. Hel be back up his by then. And indeed. 15 minutes later, Leroy is back, full of energy. Thank you guys, he says to us, really. You both are good nurses. We laugh whit it. Well, your not the only guy, in the hotel, that has this. We see it every year, number of times. Now, guys, be fast, get your pants and shirt on and head for a breakfast. You only have a half hour left. We both get up and start to walk, to the main building for our breakfast. Both of us, walk funny. Leroy, because his ass is torn apart and everything needs to get back in order. Me, because I still have the butt plug in. We crash at the breakfast ad both of us eat a bit. We look like shit. Our hair is not done and everyone can clearly see we had a wild night. But… we are not the only ones. More guys on the B list, look like this. Soooo… uhhhh. What happed Leroy? I start to ask him softly. Well. What do you think yourself, he reacts to me. We fucked. Well actually, he fucked me to be exact. All night long, whenever and how he wanted. And I let him. I offered my hole to him. He hurt you. i can see that, I tell him a bit mad. Leroy reacts. He did what he needed and what I wanted. And it was one hell of a fuck, or fucks… he grins. What about you Jake? How was your date and he starts to grin at me. Well. I got fucked to. By mark. And.. not just once... He was so dam good and hot. Bare? Yeah bare, we had just 1 condom so what do you think? The same like you I guess Leroy. Leroy grins. Congratulations then, you’re a cumdump like me he laughs. So.. tell me all, Leroy smiles to me. And I tell him all of the story. Leroy, did not tell me all. Just that he had fun but not more. Not even that mark came by. So I did wake up 2 times from loud yelling and banging in our floor, I tell to Leroy it sounded like someone was really fighting or really drunk and kept falling over. this must have hurt because i heard someone yelling too. didn't you hear anything? leroy laughs, i didn't hear anything, i had my own deal deal, i say? yes says leroy, with my date i mean and starts laughing. that wasn't you, was it? and I look at leroy... because you have all those bruises… was it? someone yelled poz me poz me poz me... before Leroy can answer both my questions, our smart watches light up. A message. We have to get to a info panel. So, we stand up, and both walk a bit strange. I have still my buttplug in, and leroy… wel… his ass is bruised… We walk outside to one of the info panels. Leroy logs in first. Oh he said, I have to go to the infirmary. I need to be there, in about 1,5 hour. I it is a health check. I guess they want to look to my ass, how bruised I am and if I need something. After Leroy I log in. an invitation, for the a roulette game. Oh, yeah.. It reminds me. Paul indeed clicked on the option to play 7 roulette games. To make our stay a lot cheaper. So, I guess this will be number 1. Well, what could it be? Something like blackjack, or roll the dice? Or.. well whatever. I log off again and we both start to walk to our rooms. We still have to refresh ourselves. In the room and grab a shower. My buttplug is still in, so I slowly pull it out in the shower. I can hear it plop out. I’m looking down, but there is nu cum or anything leaking. I guess my hole took it all in? there is no blood on the plug. strange… I did taste some on Marks cock this morning. But hey, I guess my hole is ok. It even starts to thigh up again. I shower, get my hair done, shave my sort of little mustache and beard (you can actually hardly see I have some hears there), shave my pubic hair, get some deo and perfume and take a new set of clothes. Well, as good as new and looking hot, I think, when I see myself in the mirror. I is almost time for the roulette game, so I head out. I don’t stop by at Leroys, he has to go to the infirmary, so watts the point. I have to go true the hotel garden, which is actually very big and I had not been yet. it takes longer than I thought to reach the location. There are a separate standing round building. It looks like some sort of bunkers. they has big walls, no windows and just 1 door. I have to be at building 2. at the entrance, there are some guys already. I greet them. They have different ages, but I guess the oldest is about 30. They all look fit and cute. There is no one I know. I want to start some small talk, but then a host opens the door Come in plz, and hold your smart watch against this panel. We all do as told and start to walk in. Everyone sees a green beeping, that he is allowed to enter. We follow the host inside and we are being let to a room. Its dark, some chains hanging there and lockers. The host takes the lead. Welcome to the roulette game guys. Nice to see that you all joined in. Each of you has a locker over here. It opens and closes whit your smart watch. Inside you will find a outfit to wear. Plz put that on. Put your own clothes in the locker and close it again. You can pick them up later. Ok I think, lets see the locker then. Every guy has a tight jockstrap in it, only the colors are different. So in just a few minutes we are all naked and putting them on. Damm. My eyes catch so many asses… Some of the guys are really hot. Meanwhile I start some small talk whit some guys to pass some time, introduce myself and see if the others know what this is all about. I chat whit a guy named Kayode. He is all black, around 21 years old, looks pretty hot to me, muscular and he tells me he is from Africa. He wears a pair of white tight underwear whit a red upper part. I really like him. Hes very friendly. he tells me his name means; bringing joy. Well, I think to myself, any boy that dates you, has joy indeed. He is really handsome. He is staying in the same building as me. It’s the 18-21 part bttm neg building and has a room on the other side of the hall. the host starts talking again. Pay attention please. Lets explain this event game to you all. You all signed in, wen you made the booking. So you have to play. There is no way out and all doors will be locked. We have 3 separated buildings like this one, in this part of the garden Inside each building we have 3 separated rooms round rooms. At the outside part of these buildings, we have these locker rooms and some private rooms. The buildings are sound proof, no windows at all. We play 3 games, after each game, which the animation team of the hotel has set up for you. you will come back in these lockerrooms after each game. The 3 games counts as 1 roulette game, you signed in to. We have several groups, so all the rooms will be occupied at the same time, in all the 3 buildings the winner of each building, will get his price after. The first game, will be VIP guest only. The second and third game, normal guests join. They were picked by lottery If you now follow me please. I’ll bring you to the play room. Watch out, the room will be dark. We all follow the host. We are whit 12 guys from this locker room. We walk in a line in a small hallway. its a bit hot in there. a smell of moisture is comming from the walls. i walk there in my jockstraps, to a game, i dont know of yet. if somone sees this.... but the camera Always watches. I can see a door in the hallway were we suppose to enter. The host leads us. Its very dark in the room and I almost cant see anything, a guy is walking in front of me. I almost bump to him, wen he stops. We have to stand next to each other, barley seeing anything. It feels warm in the room, there is almost no breeze. It sounds hollow. I guess that’s because of the shape of the building and rooms, big circles. there i stand. waiting, for what is to come. This is no soccer match, dart game, volleyball or some kind of game... this... is somthing else.... Somthing dark... i hope the animation team of the hotel, has done there job well and came up with something original..

One of Jake's favorite hobbies was cruising. At malls, parks, bathrooms, you name it. But his absolute favorite was the seedy bathroom at a notorious truck stop, a place where the underbelly of desire and depravity often converged. This grimy oasis catered to the needs of the road-weary and the sexually adventurous, a perfect setting for his gaping cunt. Jake, just a 18-year-old boy the first time he went there, had stumbled into this world of raw, unbridled lust, seeking a release from his innocent existence. He was drawn to the rough, gruff men who frequented the area, and it was here that he first laid eyes on the infamous “Bull,” the undisputed king of the pitstop. Bull was a towering figure at 6’6” with a barrel chest and bulging biceps, his skin a tapestry of ink that spoke of his life's journey through the seedy underbelly of society. His hair was a wild mane, matted and tangled, and his beard was an unkempt jungle, emanating the pungent aroma of sex and bodily fluids. His eyes were piercing, a mix of hunger and amusement that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who met his gaze. His heavy breathing and the sound of his leather vest creaking as he moved only added to his intimidating presence. The smell of piss and ass clung to him like a second skin, a scent that was both terrifying and exhilarating to the young, eager Jake. Bull's cock was a monstrous, uncut beast, thick and veiny, with a gleaming 00g Prince Albert piercing that spoke of his dominance and experience. It was a weapon of pleasure and pain that Jake was about to become intimately acquainted with. Their first encounter was a brutal initiation into the world of hardcore, raw fucking. Bull had seen Jake in the parking lot as he pulled his semitruck in. He recognized the submissive, deviant spark in his eyes and the desperate hunger for a man to claim him immediately. He knew where to find him and walked straight to the bathrooms. When Bull got there, he saw this young, smooth thing standing at the urinals. Jake was pretending like he fit in, when everyone knew why he was there—and that was before they even saw his jockstrap hanging out of his skintight shorts that showed off his ass perfectly. Bull wasted no time, pushing the boy to his knees at the urinal and forcing his head against his thick bulge, the smell of ripe dick cheese and stale sweat overpowering. Jake's eyes looked up, almost begging for more. Bull obliged by whipping out a nearly 10-inch cock, thick, ripe, and incredibly hairy and slapped it across the boy’s face. Jake immediate took the entire thing. Despite his age, he’d had plenty of experience and was almost able to take the entire thing. Bull’s thick overpowering bush almost in Jake’s face. His eyes watered as he struggled to accommodate the massive girth, but he was eager to please, eager to be used. The rest of that night was a blur of painful ecstasy as Bull broke in Jake's tight cunt, leaving him a trembling, gaping mess. Bull had Jake’s head shoved in the piss filled urinal while his ripe cock tore the boys cunt open. Even as other truckers walked in, he never stopped. Luckily for Jake, two others helped Bull spit roast him with each shooting a thick load deep down Jake’s throat just by watching Bull brutally fuck his ass. Jake loved to be used, but this was a whole new level. It was a bond that formed between them, a bond of dominance and submission that would last for years to come. And as they reunited at various truck stops, Bull would always remind Jake of their first meeting, the memory of his first taste of true depravity forever etched into his mind. After a few more brutal breedings, “the weekend” happened. It was a weekend that would forever be etched into Jake's mind as one of the most depraved and exhilarating experiences of his life. It had begun quite unexpectedly. It was a typical Friday evening at the truck stop, with Jake waiting eagerly to satisfy his insatiable cravings for raw, unfiltered manhood. The neon lights flickered over the parking lot, casting an eerie glow on the lineup of rigs, each one a potential playground for his perverted desires. Bull knew immediately that Jake was there that Friday night—the boy’s scent of desperation wafted through the air like a siren's call to the seasoned pig. Approaching the bathroom, he walked In and saw a dirty Latin trucker raping Jake’s holes without mercy. Bull watched and waited as the man dropped his load deep in Jake and left him there on all fours on the filthy bathroom floor. Looking directly at Bull, the trucker started pissing on Jake. Coating him in fresh warm piss. He then went on his way, letting Bull once again claim his boy. Bull slid his dirty cock into the boys leaking pussy. Easily four or five loads in there already and still begging for more. Once he was fully drained, instead of walking out like usual, Bull offered the boy a ride to the next big truck stop along his route. Intrigued and already wet with anticipation, Jake eagerly agreed. Once inside the cabin of the 18-wheeler, Bull wasted no time. He lit up his meth pipe, took a massive hit, then handed it to Jake who did the same. Bull took it back, had another big hit, reaching to his side and grabbing something. He immediately reached over and tore the boy’s piss soaked clothes off, pinning him against the sticky, leather seats. Bull’s hand reached in between Jake’s legs and shoved a nice thick shard deep into his leaking cunt. Jake's heart raced as he felt the weight of the massive man on top of him, his small cock straining against his jockstrap. Bull's grin grew wider as he reached down and ripped the fabric away, exposing Jake's leaking, hungry hole. Bull was licking the sweat and piss from Jake’s young face when he spit all over the boy’s face. "You really thought I’d drop you off at the next stop? You're gonna be my little bitch all weekend, aren't ya?" Bull growled, his breath hot and pungent with the scent of cheap beer and tobacco. Jake nodded excitedly, his voice a high-pitched whine of excitement. He had dreamed of this moment, of being used and abused by the legendary Bull for longer than their brief seedy encounters. He was more than ready to submit to whatever the pig had in store for him. Their journey began with another brutal fucking, Bull's thick, pierced dick plowing into Jake's still gaped ass without a single ounce of mercy right there in the front for others to see. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cabin as Jake's body was used as nothing more than a receptacle for Bull's lust. The mingling scents of sweat, cum, piss, and meth grew stronger as the night progressed, the chemical haze in the air only heightening the intensity of the scene. Bull was in no hurry. He had plenty of time to get to his destination, and even more time to break in the fresh meat he had acquired. Each time they pulled over at a rest stop or deserted stretch of road, Bull would force Jake to perform unspeakable acts of depravity. He'd make him suck his cock clean, lick the crust of cum and sweat from his balls, suck on his ripe pits and feet, and even service other seedy truckers who were curious about the commotion. Jake's moans grew louder as the weekend went on, his voice hoarse from screaming and begging for more. Bull's cock grew more demanding, stretching him wider with each punishing thrust. They fucked in the cabin, in the back of the trailer, and even a few times on the front bumper of the truck, the cool metal pressing into Jake's back as Bull claimed him while other cars passed by. Bull’s massive cock filling Jake’s young cunt while he continued to feed the boy his chem piss and so much more. Their depraved adventure was filled with moments of pure carnality. That Fiday night they stopped at a seedy motel along the way, where Bull tied Jake to the bed and invited at least 11 of his disgusting trucker buddies for a night of no limits use. The sound of fucking, grunts, and moans filled the air as Jake was passed around like a piece of meat, his body taking cock after cock without a moment's reprieve. In between the marathon sessions of fucking, Bull would slam Jake and feed him piss to keep things going, ensuring that his cunt remained open and ready for whatever was to come next. They'd snort lines off each other's bodies, the burn in their nostrils only adding to the delicious agony of their unyielding desire. The men using Jake left him a disgusting, sweaty mess. Jake loved every second of It. The nastier the man, the wider his cunt would open. On the road that next day, the fun never stopped. And as the Saturday night came, they pulled into a backwoods sex club known for its extreme fetishes and lack of rules. The man at the front door didn’t even pause as Bull led Jake through the entry. Inside, Jake was led around on a leash, his ass and face painted with the cum, piss, and spit of other men, signaling to all that he was property to be used. The men there were like ravenous animals, fighting to be the next to fill him up and mark him as theirs. Bull watched with a twisted sense of pride as his boy was taken in every conceivable way, his moans of pleasure echoing through the dimly lit space. The smell of sweat, sex, and bodily fluids permeated the air, creating a thick fog that seemed to make everything more intense, more real. He was fisted, fucked, forced to do disgusting things, but at every moment Bull always saw Jake’s mischievous smile and eyes begging for more. Through it all, Jake never once said no. He reveled in the pain and pleasure, the feeling of being owned by these dominant men and disgusting pigs. He knew that by the time Bull dropped him off, he'd be nothing but a gaping, sore mess, but the thought only made him more excited. As they drove the next morning, Bull told Jake all about his seedy, raunchy, disgusting conquests. His deep voice rumbling through the cabin like thunder. Jake listened, excited, his mind racing with images of the filthy, disgusting things he knew he'd soon be doing. He was living his ultimate fantasy, and he never wanted it to end. That afternoon, Bull took Jake to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the next town they reached. This place was a hidden spot for the most hardcore and depraved truckers, addicts, extreme [banned word], and homeless communities. A place to gather and indulge in their sickest desires. Jake's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement as he shared a slam with Bull before being dragged out of the truck wearing only his now nasty jockstrap, his legs barely able to hold him up due to the relentless pounding he had received the two nights before. The warehouse was a filled with the sound of deep grunts, begging moans, and slapping flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and piss mixed with the acrid aroma of meth. The walls were lined with various BDSM contraptions, and the floor was sticky with bodily fluids. In one corner, a group of men were huddled around a St. Andrew's Cross, where a leather-clad bottom was being fisted by two others while his mouth was stuffed with a used, cum-soaked dildo. In another, a man was suspended from the ceiling, his body trapped as he was fucked by a group of eager tops. Bull led Jake to a makeshift "breeding pit" in the center of the room. It was a filthy, grimy hole filled with a mix of cum and piss, and surrounded by a crowd of hungry, leering men. Jake's knees were forced into the mess, and he was pushed face-first into the pit. The crowd cheered as he emerged, his face and body now a canvas of depravity. "Look what I've brought you all!" Bull announced with a sadistic chuckle, slapping Jake's ass. "Fresh meat for the pit!" A few more men climbed in the pit, sadistic looks firing in each of their eyes. Jake was then passed around from man to man, each one taking their turn to use him in whatever way they desired. His holes were stretched to their limits as they were filled and emptied over and over again. Some men went straight for his now puffy, swollen pussy. Others forced their cocks down his throat, making him gag and drool. One man got passed his elbow as his thick, hairy arm slid in and out of Jake’s blown-out cunt. Another got his whole foot inside as the boy’s moans could barely be heard through the man’s hairy ass who was sitting on his face. The pain was intense, but the meth kept him floating above it all. His body craving more of the raw, primal attention. Bull watched with sadistic joy as Jake was used like the gutter whore he knew him to be, occasionally joining in to show off his own skills. He would punch Jake's ass with his massive hairy hands, making him yelp and arch his back, pushing his cock even deeper into whatever hole was available. The sound of flesh on flesh, the squelches of cocks plunging into wet, gaping holes, and the constant moans and grunts of pleasure filled the air. As the night progressed, Bull decided to take things to a new level. He picked Jake up, who was now a limp mess of sweat, cum, and piss, and carried him over to a group with some of his closest friends, a few nasty homeless men, and two tweakers making nice big slams. They were all equally as disgusting and depraved as Bull was and they had a special surprise for Jake. They had set up a "breeding gauntlet," a line of men eager to fill him with their seed. Jake was positioned on his back, legs spread wide and hooked to chains in the ceiling. The two nasty tweakers were up next and slammed 2 0.7s deep in both his arm. As the insane rush started filling Jake’s entire body, the first man mounted him. He spit on Jake’s face as he slid his cock into Jake's well-used ass without care. Bull took this opportunity to fuck Jake's mouth, his own cock slick with the combined juices of the men who had used him before. Bull started to piss as the next man waited impatiently behind, stroking his nasty cock as he watched the other man’s dick disappear into Jake’s now cavernous hole. One by one, the men took turns, filling Jake's ass until he was again overflowing with cum, sweat, piss, and more. Each man added his own contribution, the cum dripping down Jake's ass and mixing with the piss pooling on the floor beneath him. Jake's moans grew weaker, his body trembling with each new intrusion, but he never ceased to satisfy his master's friends. Finally, after what felt like hours, Bull pulled out of Jake's mouth and announced that he was ready for the grand finale. From the crowd gathered around Jack, the largest, most intimidating man in the group walked up. This man, known as "The Beast," was an addict and had been homeless for a few years. His body hair was thick and his ripe, pungent scent could be smelled across the warehouse. As he got closer, Jake saw that the Beast had a cock so thick, so long, so hard, that it looked like it could split Jake in two. He had a massive Prince Albert and Jacobs ladder, which Jake was terrified and exciting to feel deep in him. The Beast was notorious for his brutal fuck sessions, raunch fueled lust, and inability to leave you with any ounce of dignity or energy left. Jake couldn’t wait. Bull whispered in Jake's ear, "You're going to love this, boy. Take it all, every inch of him." The Beast didn't waste any time. He walked over to Jake and pulled him up by the neck, pushing his face into his thick ripe pits to devour. Jake went In hard and the beast grunted with every lick. Next was his cock. Covered in hair and sweat, Jake’s tongue circled the Beast’s thick foreskin, diving in and tasting the ripest, thickest cheese he ever had. Jake was devouring It when the beast lifted him up and started making out with him, tongue diving in deep as he wanting some of the cheese for himself. Pulling away, he shoved a ripe sock deep in Jake’s mouth to keep him quiet for what was about to come. He forced Jake’s head back down, leaving it stuck under his massive, disgusting foot. The Beast then slammed his cock deep into Jake with such force that the cum from the previous men squirted out around his thick, hairy shaft. Jake's screams were muffled by the Beast’s nasty sock, now soggy and stinking of his own saliva and the Beast’s piss and sweat. His thrusts were merciless, and Jake's body was pushed to its absolute limit. The Beast brutally fucked every inch of him, with Jake’s only break was to lick the Beast from head to toe, a taste so strong that Jake thought he would get high from it alone. As the Beast finished, leaving a massive load leaking out of Jake’s now permanently stretched hole, he drained his chem piss all over the boy who tried to lick up what he could with his last remaining energy. Bull pulled Jake up, his body a sticky mess of cum, sweat, and piss. He threw him into the back of the truck, where he lay there, gasping for breath and trembling uncontrollably. His jockstrap stretched and soaked with all the men’s fluids. When Bull finally dropped Jake off at the bus station on the outskirts of his hometown late Sunday night, he was barely recognizable. His skin was bruised and covered in a sheen of dry cum, his eyes were bloodshot and sunken, and his holes were torn and swollen. He had lost his voice from the screaming and the constant abuse, and his once white jockstrap was now a yellowish-brownish-gray. Before Jake stumbled out of the truck, Bull took the boy’s shoes and started pissing in them. A dark yellow and the thick smell of chems filling his once white shoes. He handed them back to Jake and grabbed his own boots telling him, “Now leave me with the boy’s scent so I can remember the weekend. With that, Jake started pissing into Bull’s nasty work boots, leaving them soaked. Bull took them back and immediately put them on. “Good. Now you’ll have to lick these feet and boots clean the next time I see you. Jake finally got out of the truck, the Beast’s sock still in his mouth, and looked up at Bull with a mix of gratitude and horror in his eyes. Bull just winked, tossed him a water bottle that was half-filled with his own piss and a handful of meth, and said, "See ya around, boy. Keep those holes of yours open for me." And with that, the door slammed shut, the engine roared to life, and the 18-wheeler disappeared into the early morning fog, leaving Jake to stumble home, already craving the next time he could serve as Bull's cumdump on the open road.

Some of the guys were a bit nervous I think when we first arrived at Omar’s house, but our host got them all comfortable pretty quickly with friendly welcomes and drinks. With the weather being so warm we stood or sat out in the garden at first, with the older guys distributing themselves to chat to my housemates in smaller groups. There was a lot of laughter, and soon everyone was very relaxed. “I’m so impressed” Harry said to me, when he got me alone for a moment. “You are?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “It’s been less than a year, and yet here you are with nine absolute studs in tow, all converted to the cause.” “I don’t think I can take credit for much of that” I replied, laughing. “It turns out I was living with a bunch of kinky gays all along.” “No” said Harry, “I don’t care what you say. Without you, none of this would be happening. You should be proud.” “I am actually” I said, “but not with myself. I’m proud of these guys, all being able to say who they are and what they want. For that I think we have your generation and those that followed to thank, so you should be proud too.” “That’s one way of looking at it” Harry chuckled, before putting his arm around me. In the list of kinks I had sent over to him, I had also said that I wanted to be a 100% cumdump bottom that night. While I was enjoying being a bit more versatile with my housemates, I still felt like my true role was to take men’s cocks and loads, and as many of them as I could get. Harry had responded to say that, as the man bringing a whole army of hunky young studs to the party, I could have whatever I wanted, and that he would be the first to use me unless Omar decided he should get first dibs. As it happened, Omar appeared to be quite taken with Josh, so I suspected that’s where his attention would be at first once we got things underway. We’d been there for about an hour once everyone was sufficiently lubricated with champagne. Omar ushered everyone towards the playroom, and as we entered there were a few utterances of awe from those of my housemates who had never been there. With encouragement from the older men we all shed our clothing, leaving us just in jockstraps or completely naked. “Gentlemen!” proclaimed Omar. “This is a very special night. Aaron, step forward please.” I hesitated, but then walked over to stand next to Omar. “Harry and Sid brought you to us several months ago” he continued, “and we were all left speechless by your stamina, vitality and sheer beauty. Never had such an absolute hunk graced this room before.” Cheers went up from the older men, while some of my housemates whistled or hollered while trying not to crack up laughing. “Yet you, Aaron, went on to outdo yourself by bringing us several of your equally hunky housemates to enjoy” Omar said, “and enjoy them we most certainly did.” More cheers erupted, while Bailey, Tom and the others who had been before went a bit red-faced. “But now, on this night, young Aaron has brought us the whole gang” Omar continued. “Ten of the hottest studs walking this earth, all here tonight, and all pozzed.” The cheers erupted again, with the older men applauding towards me as well as my housemates. “This night is going to be one for the ages” said Omar, “and also, I hope, just the first of many. You’re all welcome here any time, whether alone or together.” “Thanks Omar” I started, before he held up a finger to silence me. “Aaron” he said, “before we get started, there’s something we want to give you in appreciation for all that you’ve done for us, and for your friends here.” With that, Harry and Sid turned around to the cabinet behind them, picked up a couple of boxes, and brought them over to the the coffee table in the middle of the sofa area. “Come over here” Harry said, as he and Sid took a seat on the sofa. I went over and sat down between them, with Omar joining us on one of the armchairs and everyone else crowding round. Harry and Sid opened the boxes, with Harry removing one large flat blue box from inside his, whereas Sid took out two smaller but similar boxes as well as two cube-shaped ones. They put it all out on the table, and then sat back. I hesitantly leaned forward and opened the largest box, my mouth dropping open. I then opened the other four. “What the fuck” I whispered. “You like?” Omar asked, to which I nodded. In front of me was an absolutely giant silver chain, at least 40mm wide and crazily thick. There were also two matching bracelets in the smaller boxes, and then the cube boxes contained a pair of matching massive plain silver band rings. As I lifted each item up, I could see the underside of the clasps for the chains as well as the inside surfaces of the rings had been engraved with a stylised biohazard symbol. “This is too much” I said, staring transfixed at the jewellery in front of me. “Au contraire” said Sid. “It feels like the least we could do.” They helped me to remove my existing chains, and then put on all the new stuff. It all felt so heavy yet awesome, and I sprung a hard-on as I felt myself weighed down with it. I stood up and turned in a circle so everyone could see, and then went over to the mirror on the wall to take a look for myself. “Wow” I said. “I mean, thank you!” I walked back over to the sofas, blushing a little as I felt all eyes on me. “You look fucking awesome mate” said Tom, grinning at me. “I’m jealous” said Sam, also smiling. I reached down for my original chain and bracelets, and then turned to where Bailey was standing. I walked over to him, and then handed the two bracelets to Marcus who was standing next to him. I then undid the chain, and gently placed it round my boyfriend’s neck and clasped it at the back. I followed suit with the bracelets, lifting each of his wrists in turn to put one on. “Fucking hot” I whispered to him. “Yeah?” he replied. “Yeah” I said, before walking him over to the mirror. He stood and looked at his reflection for a moment, before I put my arm over his shoulder. “Yours now” I whispered into his ear. “That’s too much…” he began. “I love you” I said. “Nothing is too much.” We turned to face each other and melted into a kiss, almost like we didn’t have a roomful of men watching us, before separating and looking into each other’s eyes. “I love you too” said Bailey. “Alright lovebirds!” Sean shouted. “I thought we were here to fuck!” Everyone laughed, but it also broke the ice and allowed things to move on. Omar handed out the list of kinks and requests that Harry had put together, and then men began to pair or group up to get the sex started. Omar did indeed make a beeline for Josh, and our host was soon rimming him like crazy as he prepared to fuck him over a barrel. Sean, meanwhile, was bent over an adjacent barrel receiving a similar treatment from another of the older guys, who got him ready to take his first ever breeding from a non-housemate. Tom was chained to the St Andrew’s Cross again by two of the guys who then began to alternate fucking his eager hole, while Marcus was bent over against the wall next to his boyfriend and unceremoniously ploughed into. Sam and Tony, as they had requested, were taken to the pair of fuckbenches and tightly strapped in, with the pieces of apparatus positioned so they were at an angle to each other, allowing the boyfriends to see each other fully. Once secured, the two older men slowly began to enact the fantasy, starting by rubbing the studs with whips and paddles, before the first light blows signalled the start of the beatings. They never got too harsh, just giving enough force to their swats to have Sam and Tony groaning in lustful pain. They would only get a break when the men decided to fuck them, before the beatings would begin again. One of the older men had got himself down on all fours on the mat and soon had Leroy ploughing into him, while Hugh also got down on all fours so he could be fucked by another of Omar’s friends. Bailey and I, meanwhile, had been encouraged to bend over the back of a sofa. After the briefest of foreplay, we were impaled by Sid and Harry respectively, with me marvelling at how the giant new chain I was wearing felt as it swayed back and forth with each thrust of my body. I loved having Harry’s familiar cock back inside me after what had felt far too long, and happily settled in to a nice long fuck with him until he erupted inside of me. Sid had not yet blown, and whipped himself out of Bailey to take over in my hole, eliciting more moans of pleasure from me. Bailey, however, was encouraged off the sofa next to me by Harry, who walked him over to the unoccupied sling. Bailey lay back and put his ankles into the hoops, before Harry went over to the cabinet to get some supplies. “You’re taking a fist tonight I hear” he said, once he had returned. “I’d like to try” said Bailey, sounding a little nervous. “Well, we’ll need to get you warmed up for that” said Harry, “so I’m going to start by using some toys on you to get you stretched out.” “OK” said Bailey. “It might take a while” Harry said, plonking an ashtray down on Bailey’s chest, followed by a pocket of cigarettes, a lighter and some poppers that he slid into the sling next to his thighs. “OK” Bailey said again. “I’ll get you started, but others will take over” Harry continued. “Well fuck you a bit in between the toys to loosen you up, and then see how you do with the real deal.” “Cool” said Bailey, forming a weak smile. Thus it was that, as I settled in for a night of having a cock inside me nearly constantly, my boyfriend began his journey towards being able to accommodate much more. It was fucking hot to watch a succession of men use their fingers, cocks and an increasingly long and girthy range of toys to open him up, but it was Omar who finally took the plunge. With his hand and arm covered in sticky lube, and Bailey huffing poppers like crazy, the entry was slow but steady. Bailey was groaning like crazy as Omar’s fist stretched him wider and wider, and then he loudly yelped as it finally popped inside. Thereafter he seemed to have an easier time of it as Omar slowly reached deeper and deeper into him, and indeed he began to moan in pleasure so much that he made me wonder if it was something I might want to try someday too. Elsewhere in the room, the only constants were Tom being chained to the cross and getting fucked by anyone who fancied it, and pairs of guys taking it in turn to flog and fuck Sam and Tony. Oh, and of course me being impaled on a cock, in whatever position and location either I or the top chose. The rest of my housemates were flitting between top and bottom roles, happily fucking or being fucked by all of Omar’s friends. Chain-fucks, double-fucks, spit-roasts and of course all one-on-one positions you could think of were taking place, with everyone completely liberated, horny as hell, and eager to have as much fun as they could. Pauses were taken to smoke, drink and watch the other activities going on, but no-one was ever not fucking for very long. Sam, Tony and Bailey asked for a break from their kinks eventually. The two well-flogged guys took the opportunity to fuck a couple of Omar’s friends, before they had to be helped to apply some lotion to their backsides to ease their discomfort. With such sore backsides they struggled to be comfortable in quite a few positions, with Sam eventually deciding the sling was going to be his for the night so he could be fucked or have guys climb up on him to take a ride without any issues. Tony changed things up a bit more, bending over Sam or a sofa if he wanted to bottom, or just standing up straight to fuck other guys bent over in front of him when he was topping. They were happy though, and I did not doubt that they’d be enjoying some more of that treatment again in the future. Bailey came and lay down next to me, also feeling tender but very satisfied. He got in position to be able to suck my cock as the latest man fucked me, and then after I’d spurted in his mouth he got up on his knees next to me so we could have a deep kiss and share my cum. Sid took this opportunity to slide into Bailey, resuming their earlier fuck and actually breeding him this time. Tom was moved around the room a few times, but as with his first visit here, he remained chained up and impaled on at least one cock at all times. Whatever it was for him about being secured like that, I knew there probably was no limit to the number of cocks he could and would take in that situation. It did make me wonder if we could ever find a way to get him to three figures in one night, an achievement that I suspected would only be limited by the availability of men willing and able to fuck him. Everyone else, meanwhile, just continued to have whatever fun they felt like at any given moment, and as I knelt there on the sofa taking cock after cock, I felt my heart swell in glee watching my housemates be so unbridled and free. —————— EPILOGUE Having done my best to dry him off with a towel, I opened the door of the boot room to let Rusty run off into the house, before starting to peel off my own wet clothes and wellies. I had known rain was forecast, but that downpour had been something else and I was soaked to the skin. Throwing what I could into the washing machine and then hanging out my jacket on the radiator, I padded into the house in just my trunks, intent on having a warm shower. The dog and I had been forced to take shelter in the bandstand for quite a while as lightning snaked across the sky, and only when that part of the storm had passed did I feel safe enough venturing back out to make a dash for home. Still, I was late, and while I knew Bailey was also going to be a while yet too after his train back from Manchester had been cancelled, I was a bit annoyed at not having been here for the start of proceedings. I could hear from the sounds coming up from the basement that events were already underway, so I was eager to get downstairs. Rather than trekking to the far end of the building to my and Bailey’s apartment, I went into the downstairs guest bathroom and took a quick warming shower there, making only a cursory attempt to dry myself before I went back out into the hallway and down the stairs to join everyone else. All of Omar’s old equipment was still going strong, although we had added to the collection over the years. We had also formally re-named one piece as the St Tom’s Cross, which seemed fitting given how much of the last two decades the hunk had spent chained to it. The re-naming was, however, done only when he finally got his century. That had been a long weekend, and he suffered for it for several days after, but it was a real achievement and needed recognition. Sam and Tony had expanded their options for the S&M they so enjoyed, and we now had virtually the whole of the Hankey collection to satisfy Bailey’s need to occasionally take something obnoxiously big inside him. There was also a large glass display cabinet filled with colossal silver and steel chains as everyone had got into blinging up occasionally, with Leroy and Marcus now also owning their own collection like Sam, Tom, Bailey and I did. The house we lived in was, at its core, the same house we had shared at university. The realisation that none of us wanted to leave had dawned early in our third year as we all got ‘reacquainted’ after the summer, and over the course of that year we had worked up a plan to be able to stay. We all focused our job-hunting in the city, and had done surprisingly well given many of our chosen fields were perhaps better centred in London. We carried on renting the place, the agent happy to have tenants that looked after the place, and then when we were able we made an offer to buy it outright. It took a bit of negotiation, but we reached a deal with the agent, got in place the mortgages we needed, and dipped into family funds to cover the rest. Then, over the years as opportunities arose and our salaries increased, we bought both the neighbouring houses and gradually began to convert the whole thing into a complex of self-contained apartments. One of those houses had a large basement, which we got the necessary permissions to expand even more, and that became our playroom. When Omar’s health finally faded so much that he decided he needed to be in care, we gratefully took on the contents of his playroom while helping him to clear his house and move to the nursing home. Other friends of his gifted us various possessions as they aged, with it being clear they saw us as the new generation that could carry on their legacy. It was an almighty gut punch for me when Sid suddenly got sick and passed away, with Harry so heartbroken that he did not last a whole lot longer. Bailey and I in particular had remained close to them, visiting weekly even when their advancing years brought the sex fun to an end, so their untimely departures hit us hard. I openly wept in the solicitor’s office as I found out they had left their house, their belongings and their sizeable financial wealth to me and me alone, and I vowed then to make good use of it all. Some went into the ongoing works and mortgage repayments on our growing mansion complex, but most I used to help a struggling hostel for homeless poz youth secure its future rent-free. I asked merely that they named the house in honour of my two dearly departed friends. Twenty years on from university, we are all still incredibly fit, healthy and, being modest here, hunky. Everyone takes great care of themselves, although the house-wide month of quitting smoking together had tested our friendships to their very core. We go on and off meds, much to the annoyance of the long-suffering sexual health doctor we all go to see, and of course have had to have the occasional treatment for other things given our sexual proclivities. Bailey and I were the first to marry when we were 26, with the other four couples following suit by the time we were 32. All of these are open marriages of course, both in terms of the fun we all continue to have with each other, as well as with guests who come over or random guys we hook up with elsewhere. Josh and Sean are the most hungry for that kind of fun, with a real thing for bending over against glory holes to take any and all loads. They are particularly fond of one club in town which has two such holes next to each other, meaning they can be side by side rather than having to alternate. The big aspect of our lives now that wasn’t there at university is the gifting. Truly taking on the reins from Omar and his friends, our home is now a safe place for men to come and get what they need, and there sure are plenty of them in this city of frustratingly undetectable tops. Although we’re on and off meds, we coordinate so that there’s always a few of us who are nice and toxic, and sometimes we’re all pretty potent at the same time. We don’t tell the chasers this of course, all keen to have some fun even if a handful of us are shooting blanks, and our success rate is very good either way. We stay in touch with some of those who we’ve converted, but most just let us know the deed is done and are never heard from again, with some not even doing that. Still, we’re all pretty relaxed about it, happy with whatever the chaser feels comfortable with. On that particular afternoon, after I had finally warmed up in a quick hot shower, I headed downstairs wearing just my chains to join in the latest conversion party. It was one of those periods when all ten of us were toxic, and the chaser for today was an 18 year old rugby player in his first year at the university who had been exchanging messages with Sam. When I got down to the basement he was clearly in the sling as everyone was crowded around that, so I paused to grab a leather jockstrap from the drawers of stuff we kept by the bottom of the stairs, and then after putting that on I went over to observe the action. I could immediately see a slightly pale but pretty muscular lad lying back in the sling, his wrists and ankles in leather cuffs attached to the chains, and his head all the way back as he swallowed Tony’s cock. It was a hot scene, particularly with the pace at which Tom was fucking him. But then, he suddenly pulled off Tony’s cock and looked up, causing the bottom to drop out of my stomach. “Hi Uncle Aaron” he said, a big grin forming on his face as he was thrust back and forth. The room froze. I froze. Justin just kept grinning at me, quite manly now but still essentially the little tyke who had caused chaos whenever I went to see my eldest sister. My nephew. My fucking nephew. Impaled on Tom’s cock, tied up in our sling. My fucking nephew. “Holy fuck” I said. “Holy fuck” said Tom. “Holy fucking fuck” said Sam. Silence fell as everyone stared at me and I just stared at Justin. “Uncle Aaron” he eventually said. “Yes?” I asked. “Is it OK if he keeps fucking me?” he said, still grinning. “I’ve got rugby practice in the morning, and I want to get at least two loads from each of you before I have to go.” I gawped at him, and then found myself slowly nodding. Hesitating for a moment, Tom then began to thrust back and forth. I stepped back to catch my breath, unable to stop staring at Justin, and my nephew in turn now had his eyes locked on me. Holy fucking fuck… THE END I’m bringing this to an end here. I hope you enjoyed the journey that Aaron and his hunky housemates went on over that very special year. Maybe there’s a future spin-off somewhere inside me, but for now I think it’s time to tell someone else’s story. See you all again soon for some poztastic fun and frolics.

Perfectly said. The thing about using electronic contrivances is, we sit around typing or texting or whatever, and don't go out and fuck. Yes, phones, computers have their place, but nothing takes the place of getting out there and giving/taking loads. Interacting with our peers. Fantasies are for beginners - acting on those fantasies is the only thing that actually counts.

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

This is based on a true story, though it has been greatly embellished. names changed and so forth. *** My name is Mark,a 28 year old bottom, have been a barebacker my whole life, and never really questioned whether or not I would get HIV. It was inevitable, I only played raw, and sometime, someone was bound to lie and stealth me, or not know their status and breed me with a highly toxic load. I had also never done drugs stronger than pot or poppers, even if that was to soon change. I was average all around, average height, average weight, average looks. Javier was different though. It was a hot Saturday, and I was on manhunt cruising for some dick. Had broken up with my boyfriend of several years the week before, and was really horny for some raw dick and good use. I met this hot latino papi named Javier on MH, and we started chatting. We had played years before, but life happened and nothing ever really came of it. He was pretty damn hot, 6 foot to my 5'8, bit on the furry side, with a great looking 9 inch uncut cock that was super thick. Best of all he was a pig like me. He hadn't showered in a few days, hadn't cum in longer. Had a nice build up of cheese in his hood, and said he wanted me to come over and clean it off and take his loads. I readily said "fuck yea!" and got cleaned up and out. Thoroughly. Soon enough I was in my car, heading to his house in a kinda run down area of a town a half hour away from me. I get to his place, and he is waiting outside, looking VERY hot, a little on the sweaty side, and a little trashier than his pics online. I didn't care, it actually made me hotter. "You gonna be my cumdump, puta? Get your ass inside." He held the door open for me, and as I walked past, I could smell his dick and balls, through the basketball shorts he was wearing, it almost made me swoon. "Well, puta, you ready to be my cumdump?" "Hell yes papi, I'm ready to take all your cum!" I replied, getting very excited, my dick straining against my NP jockstrap. He started mumbling in Spanish, which I didn't know very much of, but it still made me hot. He led me inside to his living room, where there were two blunts sitting on the coffee table. He picked one up and handed it to me, and lit it for me, and told me to smoke it to my face. Being no stranger to pot, which this smelled like, I had no problem smoking it. Granted, it was making me hornier than pot usually did, but I figured that it was this hunky Papi pig next to me smoking his own blunt that had me horny. We smoked the blunts and talked, he asked me more specifically what experience I had as a pig. "Well, I only take raw dick, and have had lots of that, by test lat week said I was neg though, so no worries. I have done some piss play, have tried to get a fist into my ass, but never got it all the way in. Played with toys, and brought some with me. I like sweaty, unwashed pigs, just the smell of their cocks and balls gets me hard. I like slings, and I like sleazy scenes. Uncut dick is my favorite, love the feel of the hood around my tongue and in my ass. Um, other than that, I'm open to pretty much anything that isn't shit, puke, kids, mutilation, maybe a few other things, but I like enough things that I'd like to think the ones I don't aren't required." I laughed, and kept smoking the blunt, feeling higher and higher. I didn't usually smoke a blunt all by myself, I was more of a bong kinda guy, but I felt good, so I finished it up, all the way to the filter he had put in it. As soon as he was finished with his, he grabbed the bag I brought, that had lube, poppers, and toys in it, and told me to follow him. We went upstairs to the attic, where it was as hot as hell, but since both he and I liked sweat, it was a good thing for us. He led me through the attic to a room at the back with no windows, but a sling hanging up on the beams, and a ratty old mattress on the floor. It smelled like sex in there, and it made me horny so fast it wasn't even funny. "Strip puta, show Papi what he's getting." I slid out of my shorts, down to my raunchy NP jockstrap, pulled off my shirt, showing him my whole body. I turned around, and he forcefully bent me over to see my hole. He started mumbling in Spanish again, and the only words I caught were puta, culo, and leche. I knew what those meant, even if I didn't know what the connecting words meant. He slapped my ass hard, which made my soft little boy dick jump, and told me "Get on your fours!" and pushed me onto the mattress. Up close, it reeked of piss and cum and sweat, and it was just making me hornier. I was on all fours, with my furry ass exposed, and he was digging his fingers into my hole kind of rough. It felt good though, my ass wanted more in it badly. "Don't move." He says to me, and I feel him get up and move away from me, and hear him going through a cabinet in the room. A bottle of strong poppers lands on the mattress next to my head and he tells me to take 5 long hits and hold each of them. I do as I'm told and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says "Good puta, very good." The rush hits me and I feel Javier get behind me, and then his scruffy face on my hole, his tongue digging in deep. He holds my hips and really pushes his face into my ass, tongue moving a hundred miles a minute. I let out moan after moan and push my ass back onto his tongue, sweat beginning to pour off of my shaved head. He pulls away from my ass, and I feel his fingers digging into me again, roughly opening me up. Sliding in and out. Then a strong burn, which the poppers tell my mind is just not enough lube. More fingers, and more burning in my hole, and my hole just getting hungrier and hungrier. I am starting to shake a little, but I think it's from excitement. Javier has already got me wrapped around his hot chorizho, and I am dying to be able to see it in person and get it in my mouth. My ass is on fire when he tells me to turn around. He has placed a smallish plug on the mattress behind me and tells me to sit on it while I suck his pinga. I sit my hole down on it, and damned if my hole doesn't swallow the thing up without a twinge of pain. This is no small plug either, an average sized one, for my hole that hasn't had anything other than my fingers in it in well over 6 months. Right in front of my face though, is this beautiful, massive uncut cock. Even hard, there is a little bit of foreskin still on the head, and I can see and smell the cock cheese, and it's making me drool. He tells me to hold still, grabs his dick, and starts to wipe a bit of his cheese on the underside of my nostrils, then tells me to open up and lays his pinga on my tongue and tells me to clean it and worship it. "Since you are going to be on it all night, puta. You know you want it bad." And I do want it bad, I want his cheese covered pinga deep in my throat and in my ass. So I start to suck the cheese off, licking the head, digging my tongue under his foreskin, getting the whole head clean and wet, and loving the taste of his raunchy smegma. All the while I am bouncing on the plug, and listening to him spout a stream of nasty talk in Spanish. "That's it puta, bounce your culo on that plug while you suck my pinga, worship the cock that is going to breed you full of cum all night long." I keep sucking his cock, feeling his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down, making me throat his cock, feeling it pry my throat apart to lodge deep in me. "Let it rest there for a bit puta, you will like this." He says to me as I feel something traveling down his shaft and into my throat. I realize he is pissing, and I push my hole harder on the plug, not even able to swallow his piss, it's just going directly down my throat. He grabs his dick hard to cut the flow, and pulls it out to let me get a breath. "Ahora no derramar una gota, beber mi orina maricón." Now don't spill a drop, drink my piss faggot. He says to me and I almost have time to moan before his piss starts hitting the back f my throat and I have to struggle to keep up with it. After the fourth or fifth swallow, my stomach starts to rebel and I harshly crush the gagging feeling and keep on drinking papi's piss down, when he starts to let the spray go all over my face, in my hair, and all over my body. When he's finished, he looks at me, and grins. "Good job puta, you are makin papi proud of you. Now get your ass up and in the sling." So I get up and hop in the sling, letting it hold me, and I can see the restraints. Thinking nothing of it, trusting my hot rough and tumble Papi, I restrain my feet, then I do one wrist. He grins at me again "Ansioso por entrégate a mí totalmente, ¿eh coño? Si usted tuviera alguna idea de lo que voy a hacer contigo ..." Eager to give yourself to me totally, huh cunt? If you had any idea what I am going to do with you... He straps my remaining wrist into place, and I have no idea what he just said to me, but i can see that my soft little dick is leaking precum like mad, even if I can't seem to get hard. Javier notices my gaze and laughs. "Now that you are tied into the sling and can't get away, I can tell you. The blunt you smoked? It was laced pretty heavily with Tina. And you smoked it to your face like a good little puta. That burning that you felt while I was fingering you? That was me putting meth into your cunt to get you ready and pliable to what I have in mind now. Now? Now I'm going to slam you full of Tina, and turn you into my true cumwhore. Oh, and since you never asked me my status, I just want you to know that I am poz, and that all of the other men who are waiting downstairs to use your cunt are poz too." He grins at me as my face falls. "But. I didn't want to do chems, and I don't want to be poz, Papi, please let me go!" I start struggling, trying to get myself loose, but fail miserably. After about ten minutes of trying to get free, I realize that I am going no where. The whole time I am trying to get free, Javier has his fingers in my ass, and is pushing on my button, making my dick leap, and making involuntary moans escape my mouth instead of the protests I want to scream at him. He stands there laughing until I give up, at which point he goes and retrieves his syringe. "You are mine now, puta, for as long as I care to keep you here. You will take what dick I say, and you will love every second of it. This little rig here will make sure of it!" He laughs again as I quietly whimper "No, please, don't do this. I won't fuck bareback anymore, I don't want to be poz!" "But, you won't have to worry about condoms ever again, you can be as big a slut as you want now, puta." He has a rubber tube wrapped around his own arm and I watch as he sticks the needle into his vein and draws back a little blood. Then he pulls the syringe out of his arm, without injecting anything, and wraps the rubber tubing around my arm. "You will want to hold still for this," he says as I start to struggle. "Move around while I'm trying to slam you and you are going to be in the worst pain you have ever felt." I stop moving, and hold still for him, terrified, breathing rapidly, whimpering over and over again "No, no please no." There is the pressure and the pinch of the needle breaking through my skin and into my vein, and I watch as he depresses the plunger and three quarters of the bloody mixture disperses into my veins. Javier grabs another tube, and puts it around his arm, slides it into his vein and gives himself the rest. Putting our arms close together so he can grab the tubing at the same time for both of us he says "Three, two, one. Blast off pig!" And he pulls the tubing off of both of us. For a second, I feel nothing, then heat, and then a strong scratch in my throat. I cough once, twice, three times, and then gone are all my protests. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Is all I can say as my papi laughs again at me and says "Now you are my poz puta, you have my tainted blood in you along with my chems. Tell papi what you want puta, tell him what you need." I am moving my ass up and down as much as I can, my dick soft still and leaking precum again like mad. All I can think I that I need dick, in my ass, in my mouth. I need to service men, and be a pig whore for them. "I need cock, Papi, in my ass and mouth, I need to please men with my body, I need to do what you want to please you!" "Good pig, I will just call the others up here while I slip this nice bit of meth up your cunt." He calls to his buds "He's ready, come and get your raw pig slut!" He pushes the crystal of meth up my hole, and puts his cock head there, waiting for his buddies to come upstairs. As soon as they arrive, he drives his cock balls deep into my cunt in one motion, and my hole just swallows it. Eats the whole thing, no matter how much that would have hurt me earlier today. I scream "FUCK YEA PAPI! GIVE ME YOUR COCK!" And his buds laugh at me, coming over and forcing their cocks into my mouth while Javier brutally fucks my ass. I can feel my hole getting slick, so I ask papi if he has bred me already. "No, puta, you are feeling my precum mixing with your blood. Those two things are lubing your cunt for me, and I am getting close to filling you with my poz cum. Are you ready for it? Because here it comes!" He slams his dick in and out of me a couple more times, then slams in balls deep as hard as he can when I feel his cock expand and start to fill me with his cum. Without touching myself, without even being hard, my formerly neg boy cock shoots it's last neg load out all over my stomach to the cheers of the anonymous men standing around me. Javier grinds his dick into me until it has gone too soft to work for that, then offers my hole to the next man, a tall, husky black man with a dick even bigger than Javier's. "You are gonna take all of our poz loads this weekend, slut. And you are going to beg us for each one. We saw how you came when Javi bred you full of his poz load. Now you will be getting ours. Probably a lot of piss too. And maybe a fist or two. More than that if I have my way though. Maybe more to come, all comments on my first story here are welcome.

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

After I got out of the shower, my uncle Robert jumped in. While I waited, I turned the porn off and skipped through options on Netflix. I didn’t know how long it would be before our next session, so I put all the party supplies away. Just as I sat down, there is a knock at the door. It’s my other uncle, my uncle Ruben. My more strait-laced uncle that to my knowledge never done a drug in his life. He came around to spend some time with my uncle. (It would seem that I’m not the only cock block my aunt set up lol.) I welcomed him in. As much as one can do when they aren’t the one living there. I told Ruben the Robert was in the shower. Then my spidey sense started to tingle. And by that, I mean my hole. I grab my backpack and walk into the kitchen. I ask if he wants a soda and he says yes. Now I have a few extra supplies in my bag that I pull out. I pour him a glass of soda and mix in a few extras. I pick root beer because of the strong taste. I throw in ground up Viagra, some ground up tina, and a healthy dose of g. I assume he is a lightweight so I don’t go overboard with the g. I mix it all up. And take it to him while he is sitting on the couch. He takes the drink and gulps down half of it. He says it tastes a bit off. I say really, let me try. I take a small sip and say I think its fine. As if given permission, he finishes his drink. Just then my uncle Robert walks into the living room in just his underwear. He stops mid-sentence and says oh looks who shows up out of nowhere. He glances at me, his eyes in a slight panic. I excuse myself to go use the bathroom. In the hallway, I reassure him that everything was put away and besides, I took care of it. I explained what I did and he laughs and calls me a sleezy mother fucker. I correct him, uncle fucker. I tell him to put some shorts on and come join us on the couch. I also turn the ac up a couple of degrees so it gets warmer. I sit down on the couch and start in on my uncle with small talk. We are joined by Robert but I seem to be the one talking to Ruben. After a little time, I can see that he is starting to get slouchy and sweaty. I comment about the heat and he agrees. I suggest taking off our shirts. He agrees and we both ditch our shirts. After a bit more time, he starts to look out of it. He cant keep his eyes open. Finally they close. I call his name, no answer. I touch his shoulder, no answer. I touch his chest, no answer, I touch his leg, no answer. I gather my guts and grab his dick, no answer from his mouth but its definitely starting to fill out. The v was definitely kicking in. I giggle and uncle Robert looks my way and sees his brother out of it. I grab his dick again and nothing. I get up and get to my bag and pull out the party supplies. My uncle Robert says he doesn’t know about this. I reassure him that everything will be alright. I pack a bowl and take 2 big hits blowing out clouds. I pass to uncle Robert. He takes 3 good hits and we are off to the races again. After I finished the second bowl and he was filling in the third bowl, I ventured over to my uncle Ruben. I reach down and undo his shorts. I pull them straight off of him. I pull them completely off and throw them on the couch next to him. I reach for his hard dick. His dick is 6.5 but just as thick as his brother, same mushroom head. I pull the underwear down a little to lets his dick free. I take his dick in hand and I put my mouth down on it. I taste the second uncle dick in the day. I take half way down and then pull off. Robert is noticeably nervous over the situation. I tell him to take another hit and calm down. I tell him that he can hide away when he wakes up but it is too far down the line to stop now. I see that Uncle Ruben is starting to stir…I run over to him and quickly strip down my underwear. I sit down next to him pipe and lighter in hand. He stirs awake and is like what happened. I told him that we were just chilling, having a smoke, when you kinda fainted a bit. I said I thought it was from the heat. I’ll go over and ask to turn down the AC thermostat. I walk over the hallway where Robert was quietly waiting, away from the calamity. I turn the AC down just enough to have it noticeably turn on and run for a while. I walk back to Uncle Ruben, who is stunned and trying to collect his thoughts. I tell him maybe some more smoke might help with his mental state. Before he could even question it. I had the pipe to his lips and giving him instructions as I light the pipe. He follows my directions and gets a decent hit, blowing out a small cloud. I tell him to try another. He complies and lets out a huge cloud. He says he feels different and asks what kinda weed are we smoking. I told him it’s not weed, its Tina. I instructed him to take another hit which he did. After that cloud, his eyes open with urgency. And is like what the fuck are we smoking? I told him tina. Before he can start ranting. I start my talking about how he agreed to try it once and that we were in our underwear because tina makes you sweat. And we don’t want out clothes all sweaty. It was then that he was officially tweaking and feeling good. I knew I didn’t have to make any sense, I just needed to stall long enough for tina to do her thing.

Anyone remember a site called bnskin? Was always very raunchy as I recall

Same. There are a couple of people on BZ whose posts are so esoteric, I just skip over them.

Very mixed thoughts about circuit parties. The older I get (47) the less I’m into the overly loud music, the shrieking voices of party boys, and the obvious want for physical perfection. Even when in my 20s-30s, I never seemed to fit in. The dancing was fun for a while, the sex (Even with enhancements) was fun and very frequent, whether on the dance floor, the bathrooms, or designated place spaces. But now in my old age 😉 I’d rather hang out with friends, not be looked upon as a dirty old man, and just get into a satisfying fuck fest. That said, if you even think you might enjoy something like that, I would encourage you to try it at least once. He might find you like it. And maybe it’s something you want to pass on. If the ladder, come crawl into bed with me and we will do very inappropriate things with each other.

My purpose in life

Just nutted all over my husband’s ass (some is inside), thought you’d all like the view piggies.

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

I was a 19-year-old horny bitch in heat who needed to get fucked. I started cruising on-line about 11pm on a Sunday night but it was slow going. It was 2am Monday morning and I was so fucking horny that jerking off was not going to satisfy me. I needed a cock up my boy pussy to scratch the itch deep inside of me. I finally connected with a 23-year-old black guy named Tariq who lived about 30 minutes from me in a rough part of town. I was hesitant, given the neighborhood’s reputation, but my need to get my pussy fucked motivated me to go. I told Tariq I would be there within 45 minutes and got my hole ready for fucking, including lubing up the inside. It was about 3am when I arrived at the address, which turned out to be a big two-story house. The neighborhood was not the best, so I left my wallet in my car under the front seat, and I also quickly pulled one sneaker off and stuck my car key in the bottom of it and reinserted my foot back into my sneaker. I did not want to take any chances and wanted an exit strategy just in case. Tariq had provided me with instructions that the main front door was unlocked and to let myself in. He told me to take the stairs up to the second floor and his bedroom was the first door on the left. He emphasized to make sure I went to the first door on the L-E-F-T. I let myself in as instructed and quietly walked up the stairs and entered Tariq’s room. He was lying naked in bed with the covers kicked to the bottom of the bed. His room was dimly lit by a red light bulb in a lamp on the nightstand next to his bed. Tariq ordered me to strip off my shorts and I approached his bed wearing a t-shirt, white athletic socks, and sneakers. Tariq had a hard look on his face and commanded, “Sit on my black cock, bitch!” I did not think saying “no” was an option, so I stood up on bed so I could straddle him and squatted down and sat on his cock. Tariq’s big mushroom head popped in as he reached up and put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me down onto his cock. I begged him to go easy, but Tariq did not seem to care as he pulled me down until he was balls deep with my legs still bent at my knees, sitting on his cock like I was sitting on a fucking chair. Once my pussy was full impaled on his big black cock, Tariq reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one. I was surprised and as a non-smoker, not happy with his decision to smoke with me so close, but I did not feel comfortable saying anything. Tariq took a few drags of the cigarette and then stuck it between his lips and clamped down on the butt, so his lips held it firmly in place. As Tariq smoked is cigarette hands free, he grabbed my hips and raised me up and down on his cock like my hole was a fucking fleshlight, creating a good amount of friction as his thick cock stretched my pussy. After a good while of pummeling my hole, Tariq started to moan, still smoking his cigarette hands-free, and then grunted loudly as I felt his cock pulse inside of me as he sprayed my insides full of his cum. I sat on his hard cock while Tariq let go of my hips and used his hand to enjoy the rest of his cigarette until he extinguished the remaining butt. Tariq grabbed my hips again and lifted me off his cock and pushed me off to the side to emphasize he was done with me. As I climbed off the bed, Tariq said my pussy was not done. He told me that his buddy Kahlil’s room was across the hall, and my pussy was going to pay Kahlil back for the $13 Kahlil lent him to buy a carton of cigarettes a few hours earlier. Tariq told me to “Hurry that white whore pussy across the hall and plant it on Kahlil’s anaconda until he plants his seed in that pussy.” Tariq emphasized, “Hurry that pussy up cause the anaconda is waiting!” I started to grab my shorts when Tariq ordered me to leave them on the floor and get across the hall. I left Tariq’s bedroom, closing his door, and walked across the hall to Kahlil’s room. When I entered, Kahlil’s room was dark except for the glow of the neighbor's outdoor flood light shining dimly through the window. As I slowly approached the bed, I heard a deep unfamiliar voice way, “Hurry that pussy on over here bitch! It is time to pay for Tariq’s cigarettes.” The area where the bed was located was dark but I could see the slight image of the guy’s body, which was solid and significantly bigger than my own 5’7”, 135 lb. frame. I could tell the guy was turned on his side and he patted the space next to him and said, “Lay on your side with your pussy facing me so I can sink my snake inside of you.” I laid on my side and felt his arm come around me from behind. Kahlil firmly wrapped his strong arm around my waist and jerked my hips back, forcing my pussy onto his cock. Kahlil's cock was humongously long and I jumped when it slid up past my inner ring by a good amount. Kahlil started to fuck me from behind, going deep inside of me and past my inner ring with each thrust. His fucking cock was giving me a fucking colonoscopy! The experience was intense and my body felt totally overwhelmed when Kahlil roared “Take my nut, you fucking whore!” Kahlil held me in place to ensure my pussy took every last drop of his nut, and then let go of my hips. He barked out, “Get the fuck out, bitch!” and I quickly got up and rushed to the door and back out into the hallway. I quietly walked over to Tariq’s bedroom door, hoping he was asleep so I could quickly grab my shorts and get the hell out. I gently turned the doorknob, but the door would not open. I tried again with the same result. FUCK! Tariq’s door was locked and I had no way to get my shorts! I stood there for a minute longer and tried to open the door a third time without success. I realized Tariq had totally used me...as cum dump for himself and as a cheap whore to pay off a fucking $13 debt to his buddy His final insult was having no intention of giving me back my shorts so I had to get to my car and back home bare-assed naked. I quietly walked down the steps and out the front door, feeling the cool early morning breeze against my bare ass. Feeling exposed, my junk bounced around as I literally ran down the steps and to my car. I quickly pulled my sneaker off my foot and grabbed my car key and unlocked my door. I got in my car, slamming the car door louder than planned, and threw my sneaker over to the passenger seat. All I could think of was getting the hell out of there as fast as possible before anyone saw my naked ass. As I pulled away from the curb and drove out of the neighborhood, I felt less panicked…until I let out a big unexpected and uncontrollable fart that caused Tariq’s and Kahlil’s huge loads to pour out of my loose hole and completely soak my car's cloth seat!

I only masturbate to increase my load - I never cum. I only cum inside an ass or mouth Fucking when we’re both sweaty always gets me horny I wear military boots when I’m fucking Jockstraps, especially used always gets me fucking hard Fucking in front of an audience

In the stark silence of the hotel room, the only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic panting of my own breath. Still blindfolded, I remained on all fours, my body sticky with the evidence of the countless men who had used me throughout the night. The cheap plastic chastity cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my submission, my cock desperately trying to swell in protest but unable to escape its confines. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a potent mix of sweat and cum that clung to my skin. My ears perked up as the footsteps outside grew louder, the anticipation of the next encounter sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the mattress dip as someone approached me from behind, and I instinctively arched my back, presenting my used hole for whatever they had in store for me. The cool metal of the doorknob turning echoed through the room, sending a jolt of excitement through my weary body. The door opened with a soft creak, and the sound of leather soles on the carpet grew closer. "Hello, slut," a deep voice rumbled, sending waves of arousal through my body. It was the voice of an older, bigger guy, the kind that could make a man's knees tremble with just a few words. The room was filled with the scent of his musky cologne, and the heat from his body washed over me like a warm embrace, hinting at the power and dominance that lay just beyond my touch. He stepped closer, and I could feel his presence, a wall of heat and desire that made my cock strain even harder against the unforgiving cage. His rough hands gripped my hips, pulling them back so my ass was sticking up in the air. The cool air of the room kissed my cheeks, making the hairs stand on end and my skin tingle. His calloused thumbs traced over the new tattoos, lingering on the biohazard symbol, which I still didn't understand. "Looks like you've been having quite the night," he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. "But I've got something special for you." His words were a promise that sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned. The sound of fabric sliding against flesh filled the room as he undressed. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor was like music to my ears, a symphony of anticipation. My own body was a canvas of sensations, the sticky mess of cum leaking out of my ass creating a wet spot on the bed beneath me. It wasn't just drops anymore; it was a small, warm stream that trickled down my thighs, a reminder of the endless parade of anonymous cocks that had claimed me. The plastic chastity cage around my dick was sticky with pre-cum, and my balls ached with need. "How many loads have you taken, cumdump?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and dominance. The question hung in the air, a reminder of my role in this twisted game. "I don't know anymore," I murmured, the truth thick with a hint of shame. Each thrust had been a blur of pleasure and pain, each orgasm forced from me by a stranger's hand or cock, leaving me lost in a sea of numbers and sensations that had long since run together. "Ah, you really are a true cumdump," he chuckled, the sound low and dark, sending a thrill through me. His words were a strange comfort, a validation of my role in this depraved masquerade. His hand reached down and gave my cage a light squeeze, causing a bolt of pleasure-pain to shoot through me. "Don't worry, little one, you're exactly where you're meant to be." The mattress dipped again as he climbed onto the bed, his weight settling behind me. His hand slid over my sticky, inked skin, tracing the lines of the biohazard symbol with a curious, almost reverent touch. "You see this?" he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "This means you're not just anyone's fucktoy. You're special." His words were like a dark mantra, filling my mind with a twisted sense of purpose. He positioned his cock at my entrance, the tip teasing my abused hole. "I'm here to ensure all these special swimmers find their way to the promised land," he said, the words sending a thrill through me, I didn't know what he meant but it sounded scary. With a firm grip on my chin, he pulled my head back, the blindfold sliding away from my eyes. For the first time in hours, the world came into focus, a blur of light and color that made my eyes water. As the blindness lifted, I was met with the sight of a man dressed in leather, his cock thick and veined, standing proudly in front of me. But what truly captivated my attention were the piercings that adorned his length. His shaft was a masterpiece of metal, studded with a series of piercings that glinted in the dim light, each one a tiny beacon of potential pain and pleasure. The sight of his pierced member made my mouth water and my cock twitch in its cage, eager to see what new sensations it would bring. "You like what you see?" he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're going to love what they feel like inside you." I looked up, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and saw the leather hood that obscured his face. Only his eyes gleamed with a hunger that seemed almost animalistic, and his nose and mouth were framed by the tight openings that allowed him to breathe and speak. The sight of his face, hidden behind that mask, sent a thrill through me. It was both terrifying and incredibly hot, a visual representation of the complete and utter control he had over my body. I look down again to his pierced dick. The leather-clad stranger took his time, allowing me to fully appreciate the intricate patterns of metal that decorated his shaft. Each stud and ring looked like it could tear me apart, but the thought only made my insides clench with need. I tensed, bracing for the pain that was sure to come, my asshole still sore and stretched from the night's activities. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious mix of fear and arousal that had me panting like a bitch in heat. He leaned forward, the leather of his mask brushing against my cheek, and whispered, "You had your chance to look at it, cumdump. Now, you're going to feel it, and this time, you can watch it all happen." With trembling hands, I reached for the poppers bottle on the nightstand. I took a deep, sharp sniff, the heady fumes immediately filling my nostrils and sending a rush of warmth through my body. My senses heightened, every nerve ending was alight with anticipation as the alcohol and isobutyl nitrite flooded my system. The burn was a sweet agony, making my eyes water and my throat constrict, but it was a small price to pay for the rush of euphoria that followed. The leather-clad stranger took note of my actions, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he positioned the head of his pierced cock against my gaping hole. I could feel the heat of him, the bluntness of his piercings pressing against my sensitive flesh, and I trembled in anticipation. The poppers had made me even more receptive, the pain and pleasure melding together into a symphony of sensation that had my body begging for more. With one swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside me, the piercings stretching and tearing at my insides with every inch of his advance. A scream was ripped from my throat, a mix of agony and ecstasy as the metal studs scraped along my prostate, setting off a cascade of sensation that I had never felt before. His laughter filled the room, a dark sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. "Looks like you've earned that tattoo," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Now we're going to make it official." He began to pump into me with a steady, merciless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. The piercings inside me felt like a thousand tiny knives, carving their way through my insides with a precision that was almost artful. I could feel the cold metal dragging against the raw, tender flesh of my hole, each movement a delicious reminder of the depravity that had brought us here. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me in a way that no one ever had before. As he fucked me, he threw his head back and laughed, a deep, wicked sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. "It's been a long time since a nice young bottom like you joined us," he murmured, his voice a dark purr that sent chills down my spine. "You're going to be the talk of the town, darling. They're all going to want a piece of this ass of yours." The piercings on his cock created a symphony of sensations with every thrust, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. "You're such a good boy," he said, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove deeper, his piercings scraping against the walls of my hole. "So eager to take it all, aren't you?" "Yes," I gasped, the word barely a whisper as the intensity grew. His laughter washed over me, a deep, dark sound that seemed to resonate with the very core of my being. "Good dump," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Our cumdump." The leather-clad stranger leaned over me, his massive chest pressing against my back as he buried his cock even deeper. "You know who did this to you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and pride. "DominantDaddy picked you out, had you marked and claimed as his own little slut." My heart raced as he continued to fuck me, his piercings sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body with every stroke. "You're going to be the best little cumdump we've ever had," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "DominantDaddy knows how to train his boys." The words sent a thrill through me, a strange mix of fear and excitement. I had never been owned before, never been claimed in such a primal way. Yet here I was, being used by a man whose very presence was a declaration of dominance, and I was loving every second of it. The pain from his piercings was unlike anything I had ever felt, a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to go on forever, only to be chased away by waves of pure ecstasy that crashed over me like a tidal wave. "You're ass is so loose and sloppy," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to take it all." His words were a strange comfort, a validation that I was doing exactly what I was meant to. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of my place beneath him, but the pleasure was even more so, a sweet release that seemed to fill every part of me. "Young boys like you, willing to receive the gift of submission, are so rare these days," he murmured, his voice a warm, dark caress in my ear. "But you, my sweet cumdump, you didn't even hesitate." He pulled his pierced cock out of me with a wet pop, leaving my asshole gaping and leaking cum. "Roll over," he ordered, his voice a velvet demand that sent a thrill through my body. I didn't dare question him, eager to please. I took a quick sniff of the poppers, the fumes burning my nose and making my head spin. The world grew brighter, the edges of my vision going fuzzy as the room swam with color. The pain from my abused ass was distant, a mere shadow of the pleasure that awaited me. I rolled onto my back, my legs still shaking from the relentless pounding. The leather-clad man positioned himself over me, his pierced cock gleaming with the cum of the previous men and a hint of blood. The sight was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, a visual representation of the depravity that had become my reality. His eyes bore into mine, the hunger in his gaze making my heart race. Without a word, he pushed my legs apart, spreading me wide, and I felt the tip of his pierced cock nudge against my still-sensitive hole. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Every. Last. Drop." I nodded eagerly, my chest heaving with each shallow breath, my body begging for more. He lined himself up and pushed back in, his piercings letting me scream in pain, agony and lust again, as they slid back into me. Each stud and ring scraped against the tender flesh, sending sparks of pain through me that only served to heighten the pleasure. He fucked me like he owned me, his powerful hips pistoning into my body with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was exquisite. I could feel the head of his cock bottoming out, the piercings tearing into me, making me feel every inch of his dominance. My own cock was trapped in the plastic cage, begging for release, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I was here to be used, to be the vessel for the cum of these strangers, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. The leather-clad man's eyes never left mine as he thrust into me, his grip on my hips like a pair of vice grips. Each push was like a hammer strike, driving his cock so deep inside that I was sure I could feel the piercings in my throat. Yet, through the pain, there was an intense pleasure, a feeling of fullness that was almost overwhelming. The room spun around me, the leather and the sweat and the cum mixing together in a symphony of sensation that had my head spinning. My breath grew shallower, my chest rising and falling with every thrust. I could feel my heart racing, thundering in my chest like a wild stallion. I braced myself for the moment when he would finally release, his orgasm telegraphing through his body in a series of tension-filled grunts and growls. But even as he picked up the pace, his breathing grew more ragged, his strokes more urgent, he showed no signs of climax. Instead, he just kept going, his cock a piston in the engine of my desire. And then it happened. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. The piercings inside me seemed to come alive, the metal vibrating with his climax as he shot his hot, sticky load deep within me. I felt the warmth fill me up, his seed mixing with the cum of the countless others who had used me throughout the night. The sensation was overwhelming, a white-hot rush of pleasure that seemed to consume me whole. But even as I reveled in the feeling of being completely filled, the leather-clad man wasn't done. He leaned back, his cock still embedded deep within my ass, and brought his hand down in a hard, brutal slap against my plastic-covered balls. The pain was instant, a sharp sting that made me scream and arch my back, my body responding to the sudden, unexpected assault. My asshole clamped down around his piercings, the involuntary contraction sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him, making his eyes roll back in his head. "Sensitive, aren't you?" he chuckled, his grip tightening on my balls as he began to twist and pull them, each movement sending bolts of agony through my body. Yet, even amidst the pain, I could feel the my own dick trying to get hard, the plastic cage straining against the swelling flesh of my cock. It was a strange, twisted dance, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. He watched me with a glint of sadistic glee in his eyes, the leather of his mask creaking as he grinned. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to echo through the room. "You like feeling the bite of my hand on your cage, knowing that you can't come, no matter how much you want to." The leather-clad stranger pulled out his cock with a wet, squelching sound, the piercings glinting in the dim light of the room. His shaft was covered in a sticky, pinkish mess of cum and blood, a testament to the brutal fucking he had just given me. I could feel the ache in my ass, the pain a constant reminder of the pleasure that had come before. The sight of his cock was both terrifying and exhilarating, a symbol of the power dynamics that had brought us together in this sordid hotel room. With a satisfied grunt, he leaned back, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart. He took a moment to clean himself up, wiping his still-dripping member on my thighs. The warmth of his cum against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the intimate connection we had just shared. He admired his handiwork, his eyes roaming over my ravaged ass with a mix of pride and hunger. As he began to dress, I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me like a heavy blanket. My limbs felt like jelly, my hole still pulsing from the relentless abuse it had taken all night. But as the leather-clad stranger pulled on his pants, I knew that my reprieve would be short-lived. "No time to rest," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy as he fastened his belt. "DominantDaddy will be here soon, and he's not one to be kept waiting." The thought of DominantDaddy visting me again after this night of abuse filled me with a mix of excitement and dread. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, my heart racing at the thought of what he would tink of me now after this night. The leather-clad man leaned down and gives me a kiss, not a gentle loving one, but one out of mockery off the taste of his cologne mingling with the bitter taste of his cum that still coated my mouth. "See you at the party in two weeks," he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a shiver down my spine. The door clicked shut behind him, and I was once again alone in the quiet of the hotel room, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city outside and the faint rustle of the bedspread beneath me. The smell of sex, sweat, and leather lingered in the air, a pungent reminder of the events that had unfolded over the last several hours. My asshole still throbbed with pain, a puddle of the pinkish fluid staining the bedsheed just below the entrance of my hole, aconstant reminder of my new status as a cumdump.

So fucking hot. I LOVE letting old men use me as they like. I crave their loads in my mouth and deep in my ass. I could get used by old men everyday. I'm addicted.

Jake strutted out of the Rambles of Central Park, his heart racing and sweat dropping. The cool night air caressed his bare skin as his hot pink jockstrap clearly visible as he pulled up his low-riding short shorts. His small, hard cock bobbed with every step, eager for the night ahead. He had already taken seven thick, anonymous loads in his hungry hole as he was pushed up against the trees, but that was just his appetizer. As he headed south to The Eagle, the neon lights beckoned him like a moth to a flame. The leather bar was a haven for men like him, seeking the rough, primal pleasure that only a pack of muscular daddies could provide. The thumping bass from within sent vibrations through his body, making his ass quiver in anticipation. On the roof, Ax, Doug, Dewan, and Mario were smoking their cigars, drinking their beers, and prowling around the bar. Each was looking for a fresh piece of meat. Their eyes locked onto Jake as he walked through the door. "Look at this little fag," Ax rumbled in his deep, accented voice. "What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone in here?" Jake looked up at the towering Iranian bull, his eyes sparkling with lust. "Oh, I'm just looking for some fun," he replied coyly. "Well, you've come to the right place, boy," said Dewan, his deep chuckle rumbling through the bar. "We've got plenty of fun to go around." The four men surrounded him, their ripe scents filling Jake's nostrils. He was in heaven. "What's your name, twink?" asked Mario, his eyes raking over Jake's slender body. "I'm Jake," he giggled, batting his eyelashes. "But tonight, I'm just a dirty little hole looking to be used." The men roared with laughter. "Well, Jake, we've got just the thing for you," said Doug, his hand already reaching for Jake's jockstrap. Without hesitation, Jake dropped to his knees, eager to serve the four hungry men. Right there in the corner of the Eagle’s roof they took turns feeding him their massive, uncut dicks, each one thicker and longer than the last. Jake's mouth stretched to the limits as he tried to take them all in, drooling and gagging on their throbbing cocks. The other men around watching and adjusting their own bulges. "Look at him go," Ax said with a grin. "He's a natural." Jake moaned in pleasure as they face-fucked him, his eyes watering and his cheeks hollowed out from the effort. He could feel his ass clenching, begging to be filled with their hot, thick loads. Finally, Ax pulled his dick out of Jake’s drooling mouth and slapped the boy’s cheek with it. "You ready for the main event, boy?" Jake nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving Ax's pierced cock. Ax bent him over a nearby bench, the other three men holding him in place. "You're going to take us all, one after the other," Ax growled. "And you're going to thank us for every drop we give you." One by one, they took him, filling his tight ass with their cum until he was overflowing. Jake's cries of pleasure echoed through the bar as the men used his body as their personal cumdump. He could feel their hot seed mixing with the others he got earlier in the night and spilling out of him, down his legs, and onto the floor. When they were done, they dragged him to the bathroom, still hard and ready to give him more. "You've been a good boy," Dewan said, slapping his face. "Now it's time for your reward." The four muscle daddies stood around him in a circle, their cocks dripping. They each started pissing into his mouth, filling him up until he had to swallow or choke. Jake gulped down their piss eagerly, the warm, salty liquid coating his throat. "That's a good faggot," said Doug, stroking his own cock. "You know how to clean up after a mess." Jake looked up at them, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Sirs," he murmured, his voice thick with cum. They laughed and slapped his ass. "Don't thank us yet, twink. You're not done with us," said Mario, his hand already reaching for his zipper. The night went on, with the four men using Jake's mouth and still eager little hole, leaving his pink jockstrap a sopping mess. They pumped him full of more cum and piss, inviting other guys to load him up too, and by the end, Jake was a sticky, sweaty mess, covered in their seed. But he didn't care. This was what he lived for. This was his purpose. He was their whore, their toy, and he had never felt more alive. As the last of the patrons stumbled out of the bar and into the early morning light, Jake remained on his knees, licking the last drops of cum from the floor. His body was sore, his throat raw, but he was blissfully happy. He looked up at the four men standing over him, their dicks still out and glistening with the remnants of their fun. "Can I have more, Sirs?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. They just grinned down at him, already knowing the answer. For Jake, the fun was just beginning.

New Beginning Part 7 I’d been on edge all week leading up to our session with Jack. After all, I was Jack’s cuntboy. That hadn’t changed, and I wasn’t sure how Alex would feel seeing me slip right into it. Yeah, Alex was the dominant one with me, but never like Jack and, honestly, I knew he just didn’t have it in him. No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be able to go as far as Jack, and that’s exactly why I kept going back. And despite everything, it only made me love Alex more. I know. I admit it. I loved him. I had from the very start, but I still couldn’t say it. Like he said, I had a way of holding things back. It was a defense mechanism that I needed to work on. And knowing him, he wouldn’t say it until I did. That was his coping strategy. It was during one of those long talks about everything that happened with Jack when it finally hit me. He had completely fucked with my head. I wasn’t even the same guy from 10 months ago when Alex came back into my life. Everything had changed, especially me. Once Jack found out about Alex, he made sure to keep me spun from the minute I arrived, leading me to this weekend. Did I need it? No, but I needed to able to let go of everything and concentrate on Jack. On Friday, we started with a gym session, wanting to be at peak for our first session with Jack. Since I was already keeping myself smooth, I got in the shower for a touch up before getting Alex ready. Hearing the clippers buzzing, I laughed, remembering how things first started with us as the hair fell from his body onto the floor. Then the moment came, showing he was committed to it. He stood there, clippers still vibrating. His face and body clipped down, but head still covered in curls. Smiling at me, he took a deep breath and ran the clippers over his head, revealing his pale scalp. I just stood there as he stepped into the shower and shut the door. “Fucking love the feel of your skin after right after,” Alex whispered, rubbing his hands over me. “Don’t ever stop.” “Fucker, Jack would never allow it,” I admitted, accidently letting it slip how much control Jack actually had over me. “So,” he said, hesitating for a second, then grabbed my sac. “Do you always do what he wants?” I knew the answer but held off. It was too soon, and we had to get through this weekend. Grabbing his arms, I lifted them and watched his pecs rise, exposing the patch of remaining hair in his pits. His scent filled my nostrils, and I started flicking my tongue, lapping up the sweat from our workout. “Goddamn, fuck!” he moaned, forgetting the question, and reached down and held my head against it. After a bit, I pulled back and told him I needed to get him ready. I started rubbing the shaving gel onto his pecs, taking my time with it. Honestly, my hands probably lingered more than they needed to. While I was doing it, I reminded him what Jack was expecting, "Don't forget. From the minute we get there, just follow my lead." “Yeah, I remember,” he grinned as I gripped his tit tightly to shave his pec. “OUCH!” he winced, pulling back. I rolled my eyes, finishing them up, and shifted to his abs thinking, “Jack’s gonna love working on those tits.” Alex just stood there, eyes closed, not saying a word. I watched the goosebumps rise as the remaining hair disappeared. Once done, I stood back, looking the beginning of his transformation. His upper body was smooth again. My eyes moved down past his abs to see his cock still at full mast. I so wanted him to fuck me, right then, but had to finish. I knelt in front of him and coated his legs, trying to ignore his cock. Starting at his ankles, I made my way up. Cupping his sac, he pulled them up and I shaved away the last of the hair on his legs. He didn’t need me to say a thing after that. He knew what to do. It was all coming back to him. He let go, turned around, and leaned forward against the shower wall. Fuck, I was loving it. I told him to spread ‘em and made sure his ass and cunt were hairless again. Once his cunt was done, I moved on to his crotch, his cock almost taking out my eye. After cleaning it up, there was only area left. Licking off the drops of precum from his piss slit, I grabbed his sac and stretched it out. “Fuck Luke,” he smiled down at me. “You think Jack, uh Sir, is gonna approve?” "Yeah, he will," I chuckled, catching him referring Jack as ‘Sir.’ Now done, I sank back on my haunches, taking him in, smooth again after all these years. “What?” he smiled, looking down at me. “Don’t get me wrong, Alex. I thought you were a fucking sexy sonofabitch when I saw you again, but honestly, I missed you like this,” I sighed, standing up and taking hold of his shaved junk before leading him into the bedroom. “Fuck me.” Alex was totally on board, but he glanced at the time and paused. I brushed it off and told him we were catching the later ferry and that I’d already filled Jack in. What he didn’t realize was that the later ferry had been the plan from the start. I needed him to get the urge to fuck me out of his system so he could focus on what was coming. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The second I felt his smooth, freshly shaved skin against mine, I stopped holding back. Our tongues fought for control while my hands moved over his body, taking in every muscle, every inch of that smooth skin. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I slipped my hand between his ass and fingered his smooth cunt. “Daddy’s gonna fucking love this,” I purred, knowing what Jack liked. "Yeah?" he moaned, raising his hips to give me more access. “Yeah, fucker. He definitely will,” I agreed, knowing he was perfect now. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my abs, so I kissed him and moved on top of him. Straddling him, I raised his arms and lapped at his smooth pits. Moving to his tit, I started nibbling on it. “Shit yeah!” he growled, feeling me take a bite. “Harder!” I kept going, smiling to myself that he wanted it harder. He was making things easier. By now I could feel his shaft between my ass. Grabbing it, I easily slipped it in. “Goddamn Fuck, Alex!” I cried out, feeling myself sliding over his thick cock. Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me, stretching me out with every thrust. “You like that don’t you, you goddamn cuntboy?” he snarled, sitting up and pushing himself on top of me before shoving it in deeper with each stroke. “Your Daddy ever fuck you this deep?” “Fuck no, Alex. More! Fucking breed me deep!” I begged, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Didn’t think so,” he grunted, “Every time he‘s fucking you, remember how mine feels, bigger, deeper than he’ll ever get.” It was true, but I knew what Alex was doing. He wanted to fuck Jack out of my mind with every rough and hungry fuck he gave me. It wasn’t the first time. What he didn’t realize is that Jack knew how get in touch with the deepest part of my soul. “Fucking take it!” he yelled, his balls slapping again and again on my ass. On he went, now covered in sweat, ramming into me. I didn’t want it to end but I knew what I had to do. Tightening my cunt around his shaft, I could feel Alex’s thrusts shortening. It was working. A few seconds later, he started shaking. “FUCKING CUMMING!” he screamed out as his eyes rolled back, driving deeper into me. The feeling was too much for me and my cunt started pulsing. “Oh, God,” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Alex’s cock. I held onto him tightly, getting him through the familiar spasms. Jack had told me to make sure it worked, and it had, just like I thought it would. We stayed like that for a bit until Alex was ready. “Shit...” He moaned, pulling out his dripping cock. “Hope Jack doesn’t mind that happened. I couldn’t help it.” “Fuck no, especially when he feels it in me,” I chuckled, taking him into my mouth and cleaning off the mess. “Now let’s get ready.” Afterwards, we got straight to it. I grabbed our jockstraps, still damp, reeking of sweat. We’d spent the week we spent working out at in them to get them just right. Throwing mine to Alex, I pressed my face into his. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” I growled and put it on. Alex stood there, grinning in my jockstrap, the pouch bulging with his cock, stretched and stuffed. Then he stepped up to the full-length mirror, checking himself out with that cocky smile of his. I came up behind him, hands sliding over his pecs, palms full of hard, smooth muscle. It felt like we were right back at the start. Only now, our bodies were bigger, stronger, more built, more defined. I started growling as my fingers slowly spread over his hard tits and gripped them. “Goddamn,” I muttered against his neck and kissed it. “We should live in these things.” Alex caught my eye in the mirror, smirking. “We’d never get anything done if we walked around like this all day.” “And that would be bad?” I joked, grabbing his junk and biting at his neck. He let out a low moan, gripping my hands. “Fuck.” I turned him to face me. “Seriously, we have to go.” He glanced down at his obvious bulge and grinned. “Then you better quit.” It was gonna be a hot weekend, so we tossed on some shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, not planning to leave Jack’s place or needing anything else. The ride to the terminal was quiet, both of us caught up in our own thoughts. Once on the ferry, we headed straight to my usual spot on the upper deck without saying much. "I get why you like it here," Alex said, gazing out at the water. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of it, too busy thinking about what was coming next to really hear him. "The view," he said with a smile, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Yeah, it's..." I started, but a loud blast from the ferry horn cut me off, and I couldn’t help laughing. Alex grinned, remembering my first ferry ride with Jack. “Is that for us?” “Yup,” I smiled, waving up at the captain, and kissed him. It was starting to get dark when we got to the island. I could see the black SUV waiting for us at the edge of the parking lot and we made our way over. Jack rolled down the window and our eyes met. Alex glanced at me, then back at Jack, saying nothing but sizing him up with sharp eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at Jack, the man that had turned me into what I was and exposed the parts of me that I had kept hidden from Alex. I told Alex to take the passenger seat then stepped toward Jack without looking back. “You did good, cuntboy,” he whispered, securing my collar before slipping me some tina from his fist. “Now get in the back.” I felt the burn penetrating my nasal membrane and smiled as hit me. It was starting. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered, slowly licking the remains from his fist. “Thanks.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone else was watching. I had one thing on my mind, and nothing was gonna stop me. Opening the door, I stripped down to my jockstrap, tossing the clothes in the back and sat down. Alex just sat there, eyes locked on me like he was seeing me for the first time. “Fucking cuntpig,” Jack smiled, catching the cum still seeping out. “Daddy, this is Alex,” I grinned, making the introduction. “Alex, this is my Daddy, Jack.” "Hello, Sir," Alex said, steadying himself as he met Jack’s gaze. “Thanks for having me over this weekend.” Jack looked him up and down, not bothering to hide it. “You’re welcome, boy. I’m guessing cuntboy, here, already filled you in about what’s expected of you?” “Yes, Sir,” he said, his eyes locking on Jack’s before quickly stripping down like me. “Good boy,” he smiled, catching the sight of his shaved body and growing bulge. “Impressive.” “Thanks, Sir,” Alex grinned, genuinely caught off guard at the compliment. Relaxing, we talked about routine things on the way, making Alex more and more comfortable. I had told them so much about each other that Alex felt like they had known each other forever. Reaching the house, we entered through the garage and into the kitchen. “Go on boys, I’ve got a couple of things to do,” he chuckled, giving me a wink. “Boy, why don’t show Alex the view from the deck.” “Yes, Sir,” I smiled, and showed him the way. Making our way past the living room, I pulled Alex onto the deck where he spotted the packed pipe just sitting there on the table waiting for us. “Yep,” I growled as I reached for it, brought it to his lips, and gave him a nod. “All in, fucker.” I lit the bowl without thinking, just a reflex now, and watched as he took a long, slow drag, his eyes on mine. “Fucking good shit, cuntboy. Come’re,” he gasped, grabbing my chin and pulled me into his arms, releasing the cloud. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I took it in without thinking as our lips met, sealing the deal. We were locked in now, no turning back. “I get what you see in him,” he said with no hint of jealousy in his voice. “Another,” I whispered, pulling back, and slipped the pipe between his lips. I fed him a few more clouds to get him just right. Then it was my turn, needing it for what was gonna happen next. It was about more than just getting spun. I took a hit from the warm stem and let the cloud fill my lungs, knowing Jack had planned this. He gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and we stood there quietly taking in the view until Jack showed up behind us. “Alright boys,” he growled, “Let’s get on with it.” I let go of Alex’s hand and turned to Jack, moaning. Just like the first time, Jack stood there with his hands behind his back, boots on, and a thick leather harness wrapped tight around his pecs. Glancing down, I could see his straining cock outlined in the frayed pouch surrounding his package. Without thinking, I made my way to him and sucked on his thick ringed tit. “The better for you to suck on,” he had told me back when he first showed the new rings to me. The scent of the pouch hit me hard, musk and sweat with a hint of piss. I dropped to my knees, leaning into it before I even realized. Jack stood right beside me, his hand gripping my shoulder as he watched Alex, waiting for what he’d do next. Alex stood there, just taking him in. I could tell he was hesitating. Then he glanced down at me. I gave him a small nod, and he finally walked over and dropped. Keeping his eyes on me, Alex started sniffing at the ripe pouch. “You like that, boy?” Jack growled, slipping a collar on him. “Go on taste it. I wore this one just for you.” “Fucking love it, Sir!” Alex moaned, feeling the tightness of the collar locked on his neck. Leaning into the mesh covered cock, he started chewing on it. I could hear Jack’s moans as Alex released Jack’s cock and took it in his mouth. His head was bobbing up and down, easily taking it to the root. I couldn’t take my eyes off him doing his thing with my Daddy. I reached over and rubbed the back of Alex’s neck. “Do it, fucker. Show him how much you want it,” I encouraged him. “Shit yeah!” Alex mumbled, his mouth full of leaking cock. “Fucking want it.” I paused for a second and stared. Alex didn’t look away, watching me the whole time like he was waiting to see what I’d do. Jack’s grip tightened a bit as if warning me to stay put. But Alex was watching me, and I hated feeling left out. I jumped in, joining him in worshipping Jack, and took our relationship to a whole new level. Alex and I came in from both sides, our lips meeting Jack’s shaft like we couldn’t get enough. We took it slow, hands roaming over him while our tongues tangled, mixing our breaths and spit. Jack was loving the attention from us. Suddenly, Jack’s hand shot out, pushing me back just enough to break my connection with Alex. “Go on,” Jack barked, grabbing my head, and pushed me down onto the floor. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, releasing Alex’s cock from the rank jockstrap and took it in. “Fuck!” Alex groaned, feeling it going down my throat. “Good boy,” Jack growled, grabbing Alex’s head, and shoving himself all the way in. “Just enjoy my cuntboy’s mouth while you take care of me.” Suddenly, Alex’s hands grabbed at me and started reaming my mouth as he took care of Jack. I could feel him getting close and started swallowing, my throat muscles gripping his cock. I felt him thrusting his hips into me with one final moan as he shot his load. “FUCK!” he panted as Jack’s cock slipped out of his mouth. Swallowing the load, I sat up to see Jack grinning down at me. “Good job, boy,” he said with a slow smile, pushing Alex away and shooting me a wink. “Cover him up. He won’t be needing that again this weekend. Get him ready.” “Yes, Sir,” I growled, helping Alex up. I was fucking flying high from what was happening and grabbed Alex’s hand. Giving it a squeeze, I led him down the hallway into one of the spare bedrooms. “Daddy converted this room a bit ago. Wait ‘til you see it,” I smiled, opening the door. “You’re the first one to help us break it in.” “Shit!” Alex moaned at the sight of the sling in the center of the room. I stood there for a second, surprised. The walls and ceiling were painted black now. Jack had been busy. “Ok, fucker, on the sling,” I prompted him, getting back to the plan. Eagerly, he jumped on it and laid back, his pecs rising with each breath. I ran my fingers up the length of his now-slick body. Taking his wrist, I kissed it, then buckled on one of the restraints. I secured it to the sling, leaving his smooth, shaved pit exposed. “By the way, Daddy approves,” I murmured, lapping up the sweat before securing the other one and moved to the foot of the sling. “Otherwise, we wouldn’t be in here.” I stood there looking at his muscular ass framed in the dingy white straps. God, he was beautiful! Next, I buckled a pair of ankle restraints on him and attached his legs. “Fuck,” I sighed, taking in his exposed cunt. Alex lay there, taking in the room. Jack had fixed it up properly. One wall held rack of gear and shelves of toys, while on the opposite hung a huge, steel framed black-and-white print of me in full leather gear. On the first anniversary of being his cuntboy, Jack had surprised me with a session with a famous photographer. I smiled, loving that he now had it in here, where it and I belonged. Then it was my turn. Jack had told me to gear up for the next part, said it was gonna be a part of Alex’s imprinting. I quickly pulled on my boots, tightened the harness until it pushed up my pecs, fastened the restraints around my wrists, and slid the armband up my right arm exactly like in the print. Grabbing at my tits, I walked over to the wall and looked up at myself. The shadows had made the muscles of my dehydrated body look even more defined than usual. I was hooded, harnessed with my booted legs spread, and hands shackled behind my back, wearing a leather jock that hid my limp cock. “That’s me, it’s one of a kind,” I proudly told him, remembering the day of the shoot. “If you look carefully, I was so fucking tweaked that you can barely see the whites of my eyes.” Hearing Jack walking in, I smiled and kept on. “Daddy wanted me looking my best, and that’s exactly what you’re seeing,” I grinned, pointing up at it. “I spent the whole week spun with the photographer to get that look.” “Shit Luke,” he groaned as it finally hit him that things with Jack had gone way further than he realized. “The perfect cuntboy!” “That’s right, boy. He is that,” Jack growled, walking up behind me and slipping a hood on me. I fell back against Jack as he secured it. “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I moaned, feeling his hard cock slipping into me, where it belonged. I could feel his warm breath against my neck and my heart started racing. I was already caught up in this, craving more, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Goddamn it!” I yelped, tensing up as he snapped the alligator clamps on. That was it! What I felt for Alex didn’t matter. I was in full cuntboy mode now and was all in for what was coming. “Is he ready?” he asked, kissing my neck before pulling out. “He’s ready, Daddy,” I whimpered, feeling empty. “I’ve done everything you told me.” Jack walked over to the sling, my cunt juices smeared across his cock. Standing there, he stood staring down at Alex’s exposed cunt. “Yeah, you did, cuntboy,” Jack chuckled, teasing Alex with his cock. “I trained you right.” “Shit yeah, please!” Alex begged, raising his hips, and offered himself up. “Soon,” Jack chuckled, “Fucking hungry pig.” Jack gave me the go-ahead and, taking a deep breath, I nodded and walked over to the shelf. I could hear Alex still begging for cock as I opened the steel box sitting there. Picking up one of the rigs, I held it to the light and saw the shimmering contents. It was just like he said it would be, the perfect amount. Moaning, I grabbed another one from the stash and shut the box. Turning around, I slipped them into my waistband before joining Jack at Alex’s side. I could see the clouds were getting to him. Alex’s eyes got a little darker, his lips parting just a bit as Jack worked his magic. Silently, I grabbed the rubber strap and wrapped it around his bicep. He blinked, caught off guard as he looked at it then me. I hadn’t told Alex about this, but honestly, I didn’t have a say. It was what Jack wanted. I had no choice. The whole thing was Jack’s idea. We talked about it that night he first mentioned the three of us, but really, he’d already made up his mind and, as usual, just told me I was coming along. “What the fuck, Luke!” he whimpered, feeling the tightness of the strap. “What the fuck you doing?!” “Goddammit, stay still, Alex,” I growled, looking up at Jack, waiting for signal. “Remember, boy,” Jack barked, snapping a pair of tit clamps on Alex and shoving his cock in. “He told you exactly what’s expected. Everything he does, you do. You fucking agreed to all this before you even showed up here. This is just the start.” “Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Alex moaned, his head falling back from the fire in his tits and full cunt. Holding on, Jack kept ramming into him, pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the base. I just stood there holding the rig up for Alex to see, keeping my eyes on his face. I could see his panic fading, being replaced by something deeper, something hungry. “YEAH! DO IT!” Alex shouted as the craving in his cunt completely took over. “Look at me, boy,” Jack growled, his cock settling itself inside Alex to steady him for his first slam. “I want you to feel my cock in you when take your first slam. Just like cuntboy here, you’re gonna be craving my cock every time, you slam.” “Shit yeah,” I moaned, slipping the needle into his bulging vein, and pulled back the plunger to draw blood. “You’re gonna fucking love it!” Jack was right. That’s why I never brought it up with Alex. Jack had done the same to me and now I only thought of his cock when I slammed. I was like fucking Pavlov’s dog. And with that, I pushed the Tina into Alex, loosened the strap, and tossed it. “Daddy’s been slamming me for a while now during these times,” I moaned, standing back, and watched it rush through his body. “And it’s your turn.” “Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit,” he kept repeating, as it hit him. Jack started pounding him again. He was on a roll, making sure his cock took what it needed as the sounds of his sweaty thighs slapped against Alex’s ass. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” Alex kept begging and bucking to offer up his cunt. I could hear Jack’s breathing getting harder with every thrust. Seeing Alex like this, I started whining. “Please, Daddy,” I stammered, pulling the second rig from my waistband and holding it out. “I was wondering how long until you fucking begged for it, cuntboy,” he grunted, stopping the fuck but staying inside Alex. “Drop and give it to me.” Quickly, I made my way to him on all fours, needing my slam, until I was at his feet. “Hand it over,” he snapped, not bothering to wait and took the rig. Looking down at me with a look that said I was his to use, he let another wad of spit fall. I couldn’t resist and started lapping it off the cap of his boot. “Look at me, cuntboy,” he barked, pulling out, and spit out another stringy wad. With my mouth wide open, I stuck out my tongue and took it in. “Ok, cuntboy, give me your arm,” he barked. Swallowing, I sat back and raised my arm with a desperate look. “Goddammit, cuntboy,” he grinned, strapping on the tourniquet, and getting me ready. “I can give you so much, if you just say the word and commit to it.” “Fuck, Daddy,” I moaned, looking at Alex. “I want that so bad.” “I know,” Jack growled, pushing the slam into me before burrowing back into Alex. “That’s why he’s here. I knew you were a package deal. I just had to know for sure.” “God, yeah!” I grunted, locking eyes with Alex as the chems rushed to my brain and cunt. Hearing Jack’s plan, Alex started pushing himself onto his cock. “That cunt of yours hungry?” Jack snarled, “Cause that’s what it is, boy. A fucking cunt.” “Yes, Sir!” Alex grunted, his head falling back on the sling. “It’s cunt. A fucking hungry cunt.” Hearing him admit it, I was lost my mind. I was craving Jack’s cock. I crawled to his side, watching him picking up speed and pounding Alex. As each thrust came quicker, I could see the cunt juices dripping out of Alex. “Shit yeah!” Jack groaned, his thrusts now shortening. “Gonna feed your cunt, boy. Fucking remember it.” “Please!” Alex begged, his eyes locking on Jack’s face. Holding my breath, I watched Jack give one final thrust and sink all the way in. Shuddering, he shot his heavy load into Alex. Taking a deep breath, “Cock!” I exhaled, aching for it. Pulling out his now spent cock, Jack let out a sigh, watching the mixture of cunt juices and his cum dripping off it. “Get over here,” he yelled at me. My heart pounding, I went down on him and started cleaning. "How’s that taste, cuntboy? Your fucking boyfriend’s chemmed up cunt juices on Daddy’s cock.” “Fuck, yeah!” I mumbled, the taste filling my mouth as he patted my head. “Fucking so good, Daddy!” "So, cuntboy," Jack said gently, his thumb brushing my cheek, “you know what this means?" “Yes, Daddy,” I sighed, looking at Alex and wondering what he was thinking. “I’m yours. I’ve always been. I see it now.” “Yep,” Jack laughed, taking me to Alex. “Damn, cuntboy. Why the fuck does it always take you so long to figure things out? Just say what you’re feeling.” I stood there, watching Alex, clueless about what was coming next. This part of Jack’s plan wasn’t something I was in on. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down at Alex and asked, “What about you, boy? Whaddaya say?” For a moment, Alex just laid there, his eyes locked on mine. Realizing Jack was right, I reached for Alex’s hand. "I fucking love you, Alex. I always have," I told him, the words hitting harder than I expected. "I should’ve said it. I don’t know why I didn’t say it sooner." “Like Sir said, took you fucking long enough, cuntboy,” Alex grinned. “I love you, too. I’ve loved you since that summer before senior year.” “See, that was easy,” Jack smiled, giving our shoulders a squeeze. Then Alex turned to him, “And yeah, Sir, I’m yours. You didn’t need to do all this. I knew from the minute Luke told me about you, I wanted it.” Jack let out a low laugh and ran a hand over Alex’s head, “All that build-up just to admit you’ve wanted it since day one? You could’ve saved us some time and begged for it back then, boy.” “Sorry, Sir,” Alex apologized as Jack released him from the sling. “It’s ok, boy. You’re in luck,” he smiled, motioning to me. I stood there holding a box wrapped in black paper and ribbon. Walking up to me, Alex lifted the lid and smiled at all the leather gear inside. “Cuntboy here gave me your measurements, hoping it’d work out today,” Jack chuckled. “That’s for you.” “Shit, yeah,” Alex moaned, “Thank you, Sir!” “What?” Jack teased, sliding a finger inside him. “I mean, thanks, Daddy,” Alex grinned, grabbing the harness, and put it on. “You’re welcome, my boy,” Jack chuckled, slipping the hood on him. “Now get booted up. We’re just starting.” From that point on, we were both Jack’s and spent the whole weekend geared up and spun. Jack and I broke Alex in, showing him how we did things. And there it is, guys, the story of how Alex and I found our way to a brand-new beginning, together.

Your Daddy raised you right, son.

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.

I was gearing up for my 21st birthday when my boyfriend—Daddy, as I call him—told me he had something “special” planned. He’s 49, roided up gorilla with the hairiest chest and body, a deep, low voice, gaze that melts me on the spot, and the thickest, uncut 8” cock that makes my eyes cross. The kind of man whose natural musk sticks in your nose and whose words rewire your brain. The only thing he told me was to be showered, jock-strapped, and ready at 5:00 PM sharp. No exceptions. I hate surprises. I really do. But Daddy? He knows exactly how to make disobedience feel like a missed orgasm. So, naturally, I obeyed. By noon, he texted me: “Hope you’re getting ready, boy. Tonight’s the kind of memory your hole won’t forget.” I stared at the message. My throat dried. My hole twitched. I texted back a simple: “Yes, Daddy. Ready and waiting.” At 5:00 PM on the dot, I stood by the door—heart racing, body buzzing, wearing only a cropped mesh tank top and a snug, barely-there jock. When the knock came, I flung it open with a grin… only to find that Daddy wasn’t there. Instead, six men stood outside. Two I recognized—his friends. Both tall, hairy, gruff, and always ready to treat me like the toy I am when Daddy gives the green light. The other foour? New. One was a towering Black man with broad shoulders and a thick silver chain hanging between his pecs. Another, a densely furred Latin bull with a beard that could scratch sin into your skin. Then I had spotted this middle eastern stud who had already had a bit of fun with me in the gym showers a few times before. And then the last guy I couldn’t place, but he was this ripped daddy, silver hair, massive hands and a bulge that I could tell was already pulsing. Before I could speak, one of Daddy’s friends grinned and stepped forward. “Happy birthday, boy,” he said, cupping my chin. “Your present’s here. Now be a good boy and get on your knees.” I hesitated only long enough to smile. Then dropped. The moment I hit the floor, rough hands pulled me further inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Jackets hit the floor. Belts came undone. Cocks—fat, thick, dripping anticipation—were pulled out like weapons at a ceremonial sacrifice. And I was the altar. Daddy and I have an understanding. I’m his. He shares me. Sometimes with one other man. Sometimes with five or many more. Sometimes while he watches, jerking off in the shadows with a smile. And always—always—with my enthusiastic, filthy smile. I’m a slut for men, but daddies the absolute most. Especially ones who take what they want. One of his friends tugged my head back by the hair and dragged his massive, uncut cock across my lips. I opened wide, already leaking, already throbbing in my jock. The other slipped behind me, yanking my cheeks apart and spitting down my hole. “Daddy said you’d be ready,” he muttered, voice thick with heat. “Said you’d be dripping for us.” “I am,” I gasped. “Please. Use me. This cunt is yours!” And that’s exactly what they did. Mouth, throat, hole, hands—I was filled. Stretched. Commanded. Praised and degraded in equal measure. My gag reflex surrendered early. My moans turned into choked gasps as cocks rotated in and out of my body. One man slapped my cheek while I sucked another. Another whispered in my ear that Daddy wanted me broken in before dinner. That he wanted to taste other men on my breath. The Latin stud bent me over the couch and slid into me with one long, aching thrust. I saw stars. My back arched. The Black bull filled my throat from the other side, each thrust of his hips burying himself deeper down my gullet. I drooled. I whimpered. I thrived. These weren’t casual fucks. These were daddies with purpose. The two men I knew—Marcus and Reed—watched like connoisseurs between rounds. They took turns fingering me, tugging on my jock, whispering filth into my ears while I got spit-roasted by the others. “Your Daddy wanted you ruined,” Marcus said, stroking himself. “He said you could take it. That your slutty little hole was hungry.” “Yes…” I whispered, breathless. “Please don’t stop…” Sweat dripped off their chests and pooled on my back. Every thrust, every grunt, every slap of skin made my body sing. They weren’t gentle. They were experienced. Confident. Cruel in that worshipful way men get when they see how much you love it. They each took their turns, filling up every inch of me. Spitting on me. Shoving my face in their ripe, sweaty pits. Massive feet pushing down on my head as they double penetrated me over and over. I didn’t know how long I’d been used. But by the time the Black bull grabbed my hips and drove in with a deep, rumbling growl, I knew he was close. The Middle Eastern daddy was already in me as I made out with him and licked his thick Nipple piercings. Then that bull slid in and I was in heaven! And when he finally came—deep, hot, thick inside me—I arched like a possessed thing. A primal sound left my throat. He pulled out slowly, and I felt it all dripping down. But there was still all the other cocks left. They each took their turns, using me harder and harder. They knew what a slut I was and Daddy had told them that everything was on the table. I took fists, sucked on feet, even drank two of their piss. Each one left me covered in their sweat, spit, cum, and more. As each one emptied deep in my cunt, and a few even gave me a second or third across my pretty face. I thought they were done. Each having filled me up. But the Latin daddy stepped forward, smirking. “You still got room, birthday boy?” I grinned, throat sore, ass gaping. “I was made for it.” He pushed me onto all fours and lined himself up. His cock was slick, thick, and uncut. And to top it off, a massive 00G Prince Albert was hanging off his pulsing cock. Pushing the foreskin back, begging to be deep in me again. He leaned forward, spit a massive lougie into my mouth, and said, “Hold the fuck on.” He didn’t thrust—he claimed. Hard. Deep. Brutal. I moaned like a bitch in heat, fingers clawing the rug. My jaw hung open as the Black bull stepped forward and shoved his softening cock back into my mouth. Used. Filled. Worshiped. Degraded. I was their birthday ritual, and they gave me the kind of communion no church could ever rival. By 6:20, they were all standing over me—sweaty, satisfied, their cum painting my thighs and dripping down my chin. My jockstrap was ruined. My body wrecked. “Time to get dressed,” Reed said, slapping my ass. “Daddy’s downstairs.” I staggered into my usual short shorts and a hoodie, my insides still warm and leaking. They kissed me, messy and loud, spitting a bit more down my used throat, before escorting me down the stairs like some fucked-out prince. There he was—Daddy—leaning against his car, sunglasses on, that smirk that could undo me in a second. “Well?” he asked Marcus. “We gave him your message,” he replied. “And then some.” “Good,” Daddy said, stepping forward and kissing me hard. He looked me over, his cock visibly hard in his jeans. “Because I’ve got plans for the rest of the night. And it’s my turn now.” He went in to give me another deep kiss when I felt his large, hairy hands slide down my back and finger my sloppy, dripping hole. He pulled it out, put it deep in my throat, then spit all over my face. He opened the car door. I slid in, body humming, throat raw and hole aching. He got in, reached across, unzipped his jeans, and nodded. “Come on, birthday boy. Let’s see if you’ve still got it in you.” As we left the parking lot, Daddy’s friends staring at us, I leaned over and took daddy’s massive, throbbing cock down my throat another time. And the night was just beginning.

My first fuckbuddy always met me in his stable.. asked me to get naked and lay down exposing my hole on his tractor 🚜. Fucking in the dark under the moon light is the best!

It was with a regular, a buddy from High School. Me and him been having raw sex before he got married to his wife. He needed my mouth and my ass so badly. I told him we'll watch a 'baseball' game if his wife wanted to know. He made me suck his dick and next started to finger my hole. He pulled my shorts off and pinned me and just bred me. He forced his 8 incher up my hole. Spit on me and cummed in my ass. He made me clean off his dick as usual. told me " god I needed that" we got drunk, and mess around until morning. Gave him a morning blowjob this morning. He told me he hasn't had that in a while.

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 🏳️‍🌈

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.

“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

Sorry for the delay! Bailey and I had our fingers intertwined as we knelt on the sofa leaning against the back of it. We both gently rocked back and forth as Harry and Sid used us, both of us enjoying being fucked while we also got to watch everything else going on in the playroom. Neither of us was intending to be in full cumdump mode given the two new guests we had brought along, but we were definitely up for receiving thanks from our older friends for the latest party gifts we’d turned up with. Tony, meanwhile, was on his knees on the mat, his back arched to make it possible for one of the old guys to be fucking him while also ensuring Marcus had good access to suck on his cock. Marcus was on all fours, taking his second poz cock of the night from behind, moaning around Tony’s member as he did so. At the far end of the room, Tom was in his own form of heaven. Two padded leather cuffs and a short chain had his arms secured above him to one of the uprights of the St Andrew’s cross, and a spreader bar attached to two padded leather ankle cuffs kept him pretty secured at the bottom too. Supporting himself from his arms, he was partially bent over and taking quite the round-robin gangbang from Sam and four of the older men. The only load in him so far was from Omar’s traditional welcome fuck, but he was sure to be taking many more soon as the men using him were getting increasingly heated as they each took a turn inside him. He was not holding back with verbalising how much he needed them to be fucking him. Harry and Sid were in no hurry, so Bailey and I stayed in position taking their cocks as we got to see Marcus get bred before someone else took over, whilst the man fucking Tony withdrew before he blew to save it for one of the new arrivals (and was also replaced at Tony’s rear end by someone else). The round-robin of Tom finally reached a climax and we watched as he took five poz loads in quick succession. Three new men took over, including the one who had been fucking Tony. Once Harry and Sid had blown in me and my boyfriend, the four of us moved to a different sofa to have drinks and cigarettes, with Tony extricating himself from the mat to join us and Sam also wandering over. Tom and Marcus were clearly loving all this, and I was sure they were going to be in for a long night. I was looking forward to getting to breed each of them myself, but had not yet decided if I wanted to try anything particular with either of them or whether I would just go with the flow and take an opportunity when it arose, whatever position they were in. Tom ended up being the first, when the three guys who had been running his second round-robin finally reached their climaxes and added yet more poz loads to his hole. By that point the older men around the room were mostly needing to rest for a bit, bar the three who were focused on Marcus as he remained on all fours on the mat. Bailey, Sam, Tony and I therefore decided it was time for us to have some fun with Tom, so we went over and got him detached from the cross, the spreader bar removed, and then walked him over to the sling. We soon had him on his back, each ankle and wrist individually attached to the support chains, for what turned out to be his first time in such a contraption. I then took up position between his legs, my eyes locked on his as I found his hole with my fingers and pushed one in. “You’re full of cum” I said. “Fuck yeah” he breathed. “Poz cum” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he responded, more loudly. “Your neg unprotected hole is swimming with unmedicated poz cum” I said. “Jesus” he said, panting. “You want more, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes!” he yelled. “You want your four already-pozzed housemates to fuck and breed you with our potent toxic loads, don’t you?” I growled. “Just fucking fuck me” he panted. “You want to leave here toxic” I said, “but you want Marcus still to be neg, don’t you?” Tom had closed his eyes, but they shot open again at this point. “You want to be the one to convert him, don’t you?” I continued. “You want to be pozzed by all these men, but you want to be the one who changes him.” Tom just stared at me, and then gave the subtlest of nods. “Well” I said, “we can’t guarantee that, but let’s make damn sure you get pozzed tonight at least!” With that, I removed my fingers and slammed my cock into his hole, beginning a rough and fast fuck that had him grunting loudly throughout. I, meanwhile, looked up and down his muscular, tattooed body as I fucked him senseless, loving seeing such a ‘manly man’ secured in place and taking loads like this. Normally when he bottomed he was chained face down on a bed or bent over something, and it was so good to actually be able to see his impressive torso and hunky face for once. I didn’t last very long, and neither did Sam, Bailey or Tony, but being in our prime we were able to give him a second round each straight away. I could tell he was loving every second of it, probably enjoying being in a new position just as much as we were. After putting two loads each into Tom we left him in place, aside from Bailey getting a bottle of water and helping him drink some while still chained into the sling. We joined the other guys at the sofas for more drinks and cigarettes, chuckling at the sight of Marcus sitting on Omar’s lap, gently rocking a little on the host’s cock buried inside him, with a cigarette hanging from his non-smoker’s mouth. “Having fun there Marc?” Bailey asked. “Mmm-mmm” Marcus replied, grinning and nodding. “Poz cocks and cigarettes” I said. “You’re as bad as me.” Marcus took a deep inhale, then reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth before exhaling a cloud of smoke. He then grinned at me. “Count me in for all of it” he said, still moving his torso a little on Omar’s cock. “I’m here to be corrupted.” We all laughed at him, as he plopped the cigarette back between his lips and then began to more noticeably bounce on the cock inside him. “What about you Tom?” I called out. “You here to be corrupted?” “Fuck yeah!” he called back from the sling, where he was still chained up and alone. Sam grabbed a packet of cigarettes from the table and went over to Tom, putting one between the hunky man’s lips and lighting it. “You look so hot” Sam said to him. “Need cock” was all Tom said in response, struggling with the words a little as he talked round the cigarette between his lips. Harry and Sid dived out of their seats and went over to Tom, and soon our housemate was enjoying them alternating who was fucking him and who was rubbing his body. Some other guys also went over to watch and probably take over the fucking after Harry and Sid, and I knew Tom would now be kept occupied for quite a while. That meant that Bailey, Sam, Tony and I could turn our attention to Marcus, intending to get a turn inside him as well even if we did decide to focus energy later in the evening on Tom. We therefore went over to where he was still bouncing on Omar. “Mind if we take him for a bit?” I asked Omar. “Be my guest” he said, grinning. “It will be awesome to watch four young hunks going at it.” Bailey and Tony helped lift Marcus up off Omar’s lap, and then we positioned ourselves so that Marc was bent over straight-legged and alternating oral attention on Sam, Bailey and me while Tony fucked him. Every 60 seconds we rotated one position, doing a round-robin as Tom had been experiencing most of the evening. Omar and some of the other guys gathered round to watch, enjoying the show as Marcus eagerly took everything we threw at him. Eventually, however, Tony did not withdraw when I moved round to take his place, so I just stood next to him and watched as he accelerated to a furious pace in anticipation of breeding Marc, who in turn was groaning round Bailey’s cock. As soon as Tony did drop his load and pull out, I slammed into Marcus and rapidly took myself over the edge as well. Sam rushed over and blew within seconds of slamming into Marcus, and then we three then made our way up to his head so he could clean off our cocks while Bailey gave a more sustained final performance before also adding his toxic load to the overflowing hole. The four of us went back to the sofa to smoke and drink some more, while the older guys who had been watching us moved Marcus back to the mat and got him down on his back for some missionary breedings. Tom was groaning like a madman over on the sling as the rest of the older guys continued to fuck and breed him, with him not showing any signs of needing a break. “Do you reckon Tom does want to be the one to convert Marcus?” Bailey asked me. “Yeah” I said. “I was just saying that to get him begging me to breed him, but the way he looked at me when I said it makes me think it’s actually true.” “He’s so fucking in love” said Tony, smiling. “You reckon?” asked Sam. “Yeah” said Tony. “Little things I noticed when I was talking to them. I think Tom’s got it bad. Marcus maybe too, but not sure.” “I hope Marc has in that case” I said. “It’s gonna be brutal if he doesn’t feel the same.” With that, we fell silent as we watched and listened to the activities going on elsewhere in the room. After a few minutes Sam got up and went over to watch Tom’s gangbang more closely, and at some point while I had been looking over at Marcus things shifted a bit as when I looked back towards the sling Sam was bent over leaning on Tom as Omar fucked him from behind. I decided to go over too, and was soon bent over Tom from the other side, providing a second hole for the men to keep warm inside while they waited for their next turn at the end of the sling. When I eventually looked round I saw that Bailey and Tony were on all fours on the mat providing a similar service for the men using Marcus, which made me grin. Marcus did eventually need a break, and lay back on one of the sofas. He spent most of the rest of the evening there in various positions, drinking some more, smoking a bit, chatting to whoever joined him, and taking the occasional breeding if someone fancied a go. Tom, however, became the star attraction, seemingly having unlimited stamina and an insatiable appetite for cock. He was moved from the sling to be properly attached to the St Andrew’s Cross for a bit, and later was chained up over a barrel. After that we helped Omar erect a bar on chains attached to the ceiling, to which Tom’s wrists were secured above him in a squatting position, and pairs of men then positioned themselves below him so he could bounce himself on two cocks at once. He grimaced through the first double-fuck, but thereafter he took the extra stretching with enthusiasm and gusto. No-one had any idea of how many loads the guy had taken by the time dawn broke, but his hole was gaping and gushing cum. By the following weekend, Tom was a feverish mess while Marcus remained fine, and a week later a trip to the clinic confirmed that Omar’s party had only claimed one new member of the brotherhood. Marcus, however, now had to contend with the hyper-horniness that Tom was experiencing, and we knew it would only be a matter of time. Three weeks later, Tom got his wish as Marcus descended into sickness, and while we provided some help, Marcus was cared for attentively by his boyfriend. Tony and I went with them to the clinic to get the result confirmed, and were both left stunned when Tom unashamedly told Marcus that he loved him right in front of us on the street outside. Thankfully Marcus threw his arms round his muscular boyfriend and reciprocated, quelling a nagging worry I had about them. Where Bailey and I had been talking about getting a tattoo to signify our status, Tom and Marcus dived right in. A small scorpion was soon adorning Marcus’s torso directly across from the winged horse, but Tom was going in big given he was already well into inking his body, and his design took several sittings to finish. The end result left no doubt, comprising a large biohazard on his torso with small scorpion stings added to the end of each of the curved lines round the outside. What’s more, he showed no qualms about walking around topless once it was finished, meaning a denouement with the rest of the housemates was inevitable. Leroy was transfixed by it whenever Tom was showing it off, but I also saw Hugh staring at it several times. I knew then that maybe, just maybe, we might soon have some more joining our club, but only time would tell… To be continued

I'm mostly top and rarely bottom...but every once in a while a situation comes up that I can't resist. I've been breeding this 24 year old for a couple of years. He shot me a message this weekend and said he wanted to try something he saw on porn. He wanted me to edge him. So we arranged for Sunday. I got to his apartment at 1600. He was in loose boxers. He is tall, 190cm and lean with a big cock, at least 21cm and light blond hair on his chest and stomach. I've never seen him fully erect as I am always there to breed his hole and he is often in a cock cage. He was half chubby when I got there. He brought me into his apartment which smelled of sex. I asked what he had been doing and he told me he took 10 loads that day and had a plug in his ass keeping them for later. He pulled his underwear down and bent over and showed me the red plug in his ass. He had set up a office chair with restraints for his ankles and wrists. He sat down, asked me to tie him in and get started. He started a porn scene of edging...I took the hint and decided to copy it. I tied his wrists and ankles to the chair. Put on the blindfold. I saw he had his iPhone on a tripod so I went over and started to record. I checked the length of the video and it showed 1h20m remaining...and I thought this is going to take a lot of time. I lubed his body neck to toe, stroked his cock, edged him bringing him to the brink of orgasm over and over. As the video went on, the edger took of his clothes and started to lube himself too...neck to toe... I was admittedly having a good time completely controlling this hot kid, keeping his cock rock hard, feeding him poppers and bringing him right to the edge of orgasm...the whole time knowing he had 10 loads plugged inside his hole. Right toward the end of the video, the edger started to climb onto the chair and sit down on the cock...careful to make sure that the edgie was right at climax...I knew what I had to do...I had to get this boy ready so that as soon as I sat down on his cock he would start to cum... Fuck...as soon as I felt his tip break into my hole his hole body shivered and I knew he was shooting his load...I sat fast all the way down and felt his cock and balls throbbing inside me. I sat there for a couple of minutes as I listened to the ending credits of the video. He was breathing super heavy. I felt like I had been loaded with liters of cum. I got up and the load dripped out onto his legs. I immediately scooped it up and out of my ass and fed it to his hungry mouth. I untied him and stood him up...I pulled out the plug and the cum dripped out into my palm. I fed this all to him and he licked it up like a hungry boy. I then embraced him and we both were shivering...we kissed and then I took off the blindfold. Moral of the story to me, when your regular bottom asks you to try something different...DO IT!

Completely agree. Unless I'm looking for something incredibly specific (e.g. fisting) I genuinely have more success off the apps than on them. Lots of people use them to chat or jerk off. Fine but not what I'm after. What I find apps are useful for is occasionally keeping in touch with guys you meet via cruising. Not sure if this is common but I've had plenty of guys fuck me not want to give a phone number but be all to happy to offer their app handle(s). If you've never tried cruising a bar or sauna, best advice is to just go there. For your first visit, don't even go with the idea sex is on the table. Just focus on having a fun night, observing and maybe chatting with someone. Really takes the edge off and makes future visits a lot less daunting.

what about me?🤩

My nasty raw cock is available for any hole.

I'm 6'2", but have everything else on the list.

No thanks.

Other option is to add a shower shot attachment to your shower and put a hand held shower head there normally (this set-up has become popular in a lot of hotels now so that any room can accommodate guests who have trouble standing in the shower) and then you can just replace it with your shower shot nozzle as they sizing is standardized for those attachments. Just be sure to have a flow control meter for the base of your nozzle so you can control the force of the water coming out. I am very loose and used from huge toys and fisting so I have a permanent shower shot installed and a kit I travel with so I can install it if I'm staying in a hotel.

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!

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

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

Year ago (39 y.o.)

I try to keep my hole furry, gaped, and bred.

and here’s my hole being pumped with cum at the gloryhole.

I mean its my profile pic but okay 😃

Currently letting the hair grow. i like how i feel smooth, but have a FB who likes it hairy, so here it it after having a hollow plug in for awhile, He loves it pussy like, so i made this for Him.