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Just before we got home, Justin messaged Bret about getting things started. We invited him to come over later, and he was actually a bit relieved that K&K were off overnight in another city having a session with a new group of guys who Grant had said were all going to be beefy Greeks, Italians and such. That meant that Justin would be broken in with just me and Bret, and he was pleased with that. He was fucking nervous when he arrived, so we got him to chill out a bit with a few drinks. “It’s gold-plated silver” he said, when I asked about the big thick chain he was wearing. “Remember when my nan died?” “Yeah” Bret said. “She left me some money” he said. “Should have fucking saved it, but I got wasted and don’t even remember being on Etsy. Thought I’d been hacked or some shit, and then this turned up. Never had the fucking nerve to wear it, but didn’t want to sell it either.” “It looks amazing on you” said Bret. “Fuck what people think. When you’re not in uniform, I want you fucking wearing it.” “OK” said Justin, grinning. “Let me see it without your T-shirt” I said. He glanced at me, but then stood up from the sofa and peeled off his top. He stood in front of us flexing his muscles, the gold chain shining on his neck and chest. “Fuck” said Bret. “You are so fucking sexy.” “Amen” I added. “You think so?” said Justin. “Fuck yeah” I said. “Get those fucking jeans off” Bret said. This began a few minutes of us getting Justin fully naked, enjoying looking at his sculpted body, amazing arm and torso tatts, and the kilo of metal around his neck. His buttocks and legs were amazing too, and I salivated at his thick, hardening cock. “We’re going to fuck you now” said Bret. “Please” whispered Justin. We steered him into our room, and got him to lie down on Bret’s bed. We both then stripped naked too, and I saw Justin lick his lips a bit. “One last time” said Bret. “You sure about this?” “Yes” said Justin. “Please, I need you to fuck me.” Bret got down on his knees beside the bed, and pushed Justin’s legs up so he could lean in and start rimming his hole. I climbed up on the bed in a position where I could take hold of Justin’s ankles, leaving Bret’s hands free to also begin fingering his friend. This position also put my hard cock close to Justin’s face, and as I hoped, he began to gently lick and suck me. He moaned as Bret slowly opened him up, gently rubbing his own cock throughout. The foreplay went on for a lot longer than I was used to, but Bret finally pulled back and stood up. He told Justin to turn over, and after a bit of all of us moving around, Bret was kneeling behind him while he was now fully swallowing my cock. He held it in his mouth and moaned around it as Bret slowly but steadily pushed inside him. “You feel amazing” Bret whispered. “Fuck me” Justin said, muffled by my cock. Bret began to thrust, and Justin moaned constantly as he sucked and swallowed me. This was one of those fucks where Bret really held back, just going at a good rhythm without pounding too hard, and Justin loved it. He arched his back, and took in each thrust with an appreciative groan. He particularly loved when Bret started pulling all the way out and then pushing back in, which I could identify with as I love that too. But eventually he began thrusting a bit harder and faster, and I knew what was coming. “You ready for this load Justin?” he growled. “Yes, breed me!” Justin moaned around my cock. “You ready for this poz load?” Bret yelled. “Fucking give it to me!” Justin yelled back after letting my cock drop out of his mouth. “Here it fucking comes” Bret growled, before slamming in and groaning. His whole body pulsed as he came inside Justin. “Oh fuck yeah” Justin sighed, his own body clenching as he squeezed his hole on Bret. For my turn I got Justin on his back, where he could put his head on the mattress and clean off Bret’s cock while I held back his legs and slid into him. I went hard and fast from the outset, so fucking turned on looking down at his six pack, pecs, bulging tatted biceps and that amazing gold chain. He moaned and groaned until I slammed in and added a second toxic load to his hole. For the rest of the night me and Bret took it in turns to breed Justin, in all positions, in all parts of the flat, with breaks for drinks, cigarettes, snacks or whatever else. At one point I lay down so Justin could fuck me missionary, with Bret sliding inside him at the same time. It was so hot to be looking up at his gorgeous face, seeing him respond to each thrust into him while he worked hard to give me a good fuck, his big chain swaying back and forth. He was so completely into it, loving letting himself go so he could just enjoy being with guys. “I guess I could wear a balaclava” he said, while we were sitting having a smoke in the kitchen. “What?” Bret asked. “In those videos” he said. “If I had my face covered, you know, I could get fucked by all those guys and not worry about it.” “You want to be in a video?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You guys have fucked me like ten times or something tonight and I still want more. Reckon I might be good at getting gang fucked like you guys are.” “What is it with this estate?” he chuckled. “Too long here and we all just turn into cumdumps.” “Too fucking long being married is what fucking did it” said Bret. “Need to get that fucking divorce done so I can just be free for taking cock.” “You not a top anymore then?” I asked. “Shame, coz you’re so fucking good at it.” “Nah” said Justin, “will give as good as I take. Don’t worry.” To prove it, after one more round of breeding him, we went to bed with Justin in the middle, Bret’s cock inside him while his was inside me. It was a tight fit in the bed, but it felt kind of right too. I’d always liked Justin, and he had my back a bit when we were younger, distracting Bret or the others if they were being particularly shitty to me. Maybe there was room for him here? The next morning we fucked two more loads into him, and then Bret bent over and took a pounding from Justin. I slid inside the cummy hole and fucked my brother while Justin took a shower, and then headed off back to his mum’s. Bret and I were a bit quiet for a while, but then he asked me what I thought about Justin. I knew he was feeling a bit torn, so I encouraged him to just have an honest conversation with me about it all. We eventually agreed to see how things went, and that we’d keep being honest with each other, but that we were both wondering about whether Justin might actually be part of something with us in the future. We knew for sure that J was in love with Bret, probably always had been, and that was something we wanted to think about some more. K&K were disappointed to have missed Justin’s first poz breedings, but we promised they’d be involved in the next round. We then got them to tell us all about their night, which had been pretty wild. The men had all been really muscular and hairy, and had loved how smooth and muscular the twins were. They had been thrown around like dolls for nearly seven hours, taking everything that the men could give. Grant had told them most of the men were in fact negative, but loved fucking younger poz guys with all the risks and kinks that involved. Kane and Kieron both really fucking enjoyed it, and said we should join in next time. Justin was back two nights later, but I had to let it all start without me while I worked my shift at the Dragon. By the time I got back, the twins had already managed to start double-fucking the hunky policeman, and his hole was gaping and dripping cum. I added a quick load to the mix, then gave him a longer fuck in my bed later. The twins alternated his hole for a while, with Justin buried inside Bret the whole time, and later on I was also the top in a chain with Bret being the bottom. “I can’t help it bruv” Bret quietly said to me in the early hours, while Justin was on all fours in the living room with a twin in each end. “I just feel like I want him.” “It’s OK Bret” I said. “I get it. Let’s just go with it and see what happens.” “I love you” he said. “I do.” “I know you do” I said, lifting up my left hand and shaking it in front of him. “You gave me this, didn’t you?” “I did” he said, smiling. “So we’re cool, OK?” I said, taking hold of his arm. “We’re cool” he said. “Well, I’m not actually. I’m really fucking horny.” “Then come fuck me bruv” I said, giving him a wink. I got down on all fours next to Justin, and Bret went behind me and slid inside. He started pounding me, and my moans right next to his head caused Justin to let go of Kieron’s cock and turn to face me. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then awkwardly leaned towards each other and began to kiss. Kane and Bret went in sync, and Justin and I began to properly snog each other as we were fucked. We then pulled apart and gazed at each other, before Kieron wedged his cock between us. For the rest of that fuck we kissed and licked Kieron’s dick from opposite sides, until he yanked it back and then blew onto Justin’s face. Bret and Kane came in us just seconds later. That night, I was the big spoon, with Bret in the middle and his own dick inside Justin. Kane and Kieron didn’t want to feel left out, so slept in Bret’s bed together. For some reason Kane wanted to be the one with a dick inside him for a change, and Kieron jumped at the chance to bury himself in his brother. They woke us up twice in the night as Kieron properly fucked Kane, though on the second go we were horny enough to have some fun too so Bret just slid himself back and forth on the mattress until the loads were spilled. Justin was round every day that week, though the time depended on when he was on duty. He and I had a couple of one-on-one sessions while Bret was out doing a first and then second interview at a gym, and I know the two of them were fucking like bunnies while I was behind the bar in the evenings. Justin even took a spit-roast from K&K, but he mostly seemed to want to be me with and/or Bret. When we were alone, me and Bret talked about it all, and he seemed really relieved that I was starting to think about Justin as being more than just a friend, which I truly was. I knew there would always be something between them that was different, but that was fine with me as I was getting more of Bret than I ever expected. Besides, that guy Shane at the bar had made me realise there was still a lot of fun to be had out there, and as much as I loved Bret, I kind of wanted it to be OK for me to go off and do things with other guys. Justin had just started to get more into talking about how the video stuff could work for him when he began to feel sick. Bret wasn’t starting at the gym for another week, so he decided to care for Justin at our place. He rang J’s mum to tell her he was probably too sick to get home, but that he had a bed of his own and he would be looked after. She came round a few times which meant we had to clean up the place a bit first, but she didn’t make a fuss and was actually glad someone was looking out for her boy as she needed to hold down her latest temp job at Tesco so she had a chance at something permanent. I helped out, as did Kane and Kieron, but Bret wanted to do most of it. He did want me in bed with him still though, always behind and inside of him so he could still see that Justin was OK. It was actually probably the least bad fuck flu we had seen, and Justin was getting better in no time. He wanted to get tested to confirm though, something none of us had actually done, so Bret took him off to a clinic. Justin was a fucking horny animal after he converted, with Bret and me both taking a lot of quick and rough poundings from him over the last two days before he went back to police duty. He confessed he was actually shit scared about it, because he had to produce a sick note for such a long absence. Kane jumped in on this, ringing Grant for help and managing to get Justin an appointment with a doctor who was one of the guys who sometimes got involved in the gangbangs. He signed off a sick note saying it was Covid, so Justin could go back to work and not have to out himself to anyone there. In return, Grant wanted to meet Justin which was not a problem, as in his horned-up state J had fully got on board with just wearing a mask or something to hide his face. I knew Grant would love to do something involving a hunky policeman on the down low getting gang poz fucked, so it was all going to work out well. Things settled down a bit, and though Justin was still living with his mum, he spent every night with us. Bret started working at the gym, and came home on his first day to report the owner had fucked him after seeing his evolving poz-themed ink. “Gonna be earning a load more there if I let him and some of the members fuck me” he said, “or if I fuck them.” “You up for that?” I asked. “Never say no to a cock” he replied, smiling at me. “Fuck no” I laughed. This was how it was. I loved Bret, he loved me. Justin loved Bret, and I now just knew that Bret loved Justin. I kind of worshipped Justin a bit, and he had gone all protective over me again even though I didn’t need protecting from anything anymore. It just worked, and we were all relaxed enough to know we could fuck around with other people, do Grant’s videos, and just have any fucking fun we wanted, without it being a problem. The only problem was space. Well, that was one of the only problems. The other one was Dad. They were making some progress with him, and he was going to be home someday. But now there were a couple and a throuple living there, fucking like rabbits, all gay, and mostly brothers. There was no way this was going to work, not with us having all got so free with each other. We couldn’t see any way out of it though, until Justin came home one evening. He was in a bit of a state, needing a few whiskies and cigarettes before he could talk. He made all four of us sit down with him in the kitchen. “There was an accident” he said. “On the dual carriageway. A lorry went out of control and hit another car.” “And?” asked Kane, looking nervous. “The car got crushed between the lorry and a bridge pylon” said Justin. “They had no hope.” “Who?” asked Kieron. Justin looked at him, and then turned to me. He took my hand, and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “Luke, I’m so sorry” he said. “It was Stan and Winston in the car.” I stared at him, and then looked at my brothers. Kane and Kieron were open-mouthed, whilst Bret was just staring at the table with tears forming in his own eyes. “What?” I asked Justin. “No. It can’t have been. It can’t have been.” “I’m sorry Luke” he said. “I wish it wasn’t true.” I stared at him, as I felt Bret’s arm go round my shoulder. Then I just began to sob, with Justin moving round to put his hand on my leg to comfort me. Bret squeezed me tight, holding my head to his, and I could see Kane and Kieron were also crying. We had all lost two guys who had our backs, who had protected us from our own father when we younger, and who had helped us be ourselves now. But I was the closest to them, feeling like they were my friends as well as maybe my uncles or something. I could not cope with them being gone. Over the next couple of days we found out there was no family on either side, and no-one to even organise their funeral. Justin got us in touch with their solicitor, and we took over sorting out a proper farewell for them. Brian and Sheila helped out, sad to lose a couple of regulars who had always been friendly to them, and after the cremation we had the wake at the Dragon. It was there that the solicitor asked to speak to me alone, and Brian let us use his small office behind the bar. I asked if Bret could join us, which was deemed OK. I sat with Bret’s hand on my shoulder as the solicitor revealed that there really was no family, not even distant nieces or nephews. Stan was an only child, and Winston’s only sister had died of an overdose at 25 before having any kids. The parents were gone, and there were no living aunts or uncles. He told me all this as he said they had to check in cases where a will had been changed recently, which confused you. “Mr Ballard” the solicitor said, “a few weeks ago they both wrote new wills, leaving you as their sole heir once they were both gone.” “What?” I squealed. “Me?!” “Yes” he said. “I queried it with them when they came in to see me, and they told me about the years of looking out for you and your brothers, as well as your friendship as adults. They said you were the one who took care of them, and that they wanted to make sure you were taken care of in the future. They were thinking ten or twenty years from now, but sadly here we are.” I just sat and gaped at him. “I had no idea” I eventually said. “No” said the solicitor. “Well, anyway, everything checked out so there are no concerns with executing their wills as instructed. It will take some time to deal with the deed on the flat, and even longer for the insurance on the car and their life policies, but…” “What do you mean the flat?” I said. “Don’t flats just go back to the Council when someone dies?” “Mr Ballard” he said, “they bought the flat under Right To Buy years ago, and the mortgage is fully paid.” “What?” I squealed again. “That’s right” he said. “You’ve got inheritance tax to deal with on it of course, but from what I can see, their life policies, the insurance on the car, and any claim you file for wrongful death against the lorry driver and haulage company should more than cover that, even if HMRC want their normal punitive interest rate on any delay deal while probate is sorted.” His words had stopped meaning anything, and Bret stepped in. “Mr Harris, would it be OK if we came to see you to finish this?” Bret said. “I think my brother is a bit upset, so it might be better if we came to talk to you later this week.” “Yes, of course” he replied. “Can we bring someone else who understands all this sort of thing more than we do?” Bret asked. “By all means” said the solicitor. “Just don’t delay too much, as we do need to start talking to HMRC soon.” “That’s fine” Bret said, before walking the solicitor out. “Bruv” he said, when he came back in. “How about you don’t think about this now, OK?” “What?” I asked. “Look” he said, “let’s go back out there and give those two old geezers the send-off they fucking deserve. Then I’ll call Grant and see if he can help us with talking to that guy about all this shit.” I nodded, and we went back outside into the pub. I managed to silence my thoughts, and was able to join in with telling stories and laughing. Later on it was just us brothers sitting outside with Justin, and we told more stories to him about all the other things with Stan and Winston that we would never have talked about in front of Brian, Sheila and all the other regulars. I cried a lot as I thought about my friends and what had happened to them, and Bret held me tight for the rest of the night. But underneath it all I felt like I could hear Stan and Winston talking to me, telling me it was going to be OK, that they were OK, and that they’d always be there looking out for us Ballard boys. With what they had done, even though I didn’t understand everything the solicitor had said, I knew it too. It hurt, I missed them, but they were always going to be there watching over us in a way. Through my tears and the pain, I smiled.

Justin was just staring at the table, clutching his glass of whisky. “Mate, say something” said Bret, but the silence continued. “I think we fucking broke him” said Kieron. “J?” I said, reaching over and touching his shoulder. “So, you mean…” he began, before pausing again. “Yeah?” said Bret. “You mean” Justin said again, “you was poz when I fucked you?” “Yeah” said Bret. “Mate, it ain’t that risky” I said. “I fucked him three times” Justin said, looking at me, “and I swallowed his load.” “You did?” I asked, smiling. “Fuck” Justin sighed. “You’re fine” I responded. “Those ain’t too risky like I said, and you’d have it by now anyway if you had caught it.” “Maybe I do” Justin said. “You had the flu lately?” Kieron asked. “No, why?” replied Justin, looking up at him. “You get flu when you convert” Kieron said. “If you’d caught it, you would have been fucking sick. You ain’t been, so you’re fine.” “Oh” said Justin. “So you all…” “Yep” I said. “All went through that.” Justin went quiet again, and after a while Bret reached over and put his hand on his friend’s. Justin still just sat there, but then sort of nodded that seemed to say he was OK with what we’d all said. He then started to ask questions about the stuff we did with Grant, how we had sort of ended up as two fraternal couples, and other stuff to fill in all the blanks. After that, he went quiet again, smoking a cigarette in silence while knocking back another couple of whiskies. “I can’t do those films” he said, “I’d get fucking fired.” “Woah!” said Bret. “We never said…” “I know” said Justin. “But fuck this. You guys all mess around with other guys, right?” “Yeah” I replied. “Why?” “Then fucking mess around with me” Justin said, before looking at each of us in turn. “Mate, we’re poz” Bret said. “Yeah” said Justin, “I know. But fuck it. I’m not gonna be getting married again or having kids. I know that now. I’m gay. I wanna be gay. I want you guys to show me how to do it.” “Mate…” Bret began. “Please Bret” said Justin, looking at my brother with pleading eyes. “I’m serious. I was waiting for you to get home so I could tell you that I want you guys to help me finally get fucking comfortable with all this. I know what you’ve told me and I get it, but I don’t care.” “You ever bottomed?” Kane said out of the blue, causing Kieron to whack him in the stomach. “Ignore him…” Bret started saying. “No” said Justin, “it’s OK. Yeah, I have.” “You have?” Bret asked, his eyes wide. “Yeah” said Justin. “Mr Hennessy.” “From school?” I asked. “Yeah” said Justin. “I don’t mean at school or nothing. He goes to the same gym as me.” “And?” asked Kane. “He, er…” said Justin. “He fucks me sometimes.” “What?!” said Bret. Justin began to tell us about meeting our old PE teacher at the gym, and the complements he’d get from him on how toned and muscular he now was. It had started getting more intimate, until the first time Mr Hennessy had sucked Justin off in the toilets. Justin returned the favour a few days later, and then a couple of days after that he’d given up his arse. “He always uses condoms” Justin said. “Do you like it?” I asked. “I like it when it’s happening” Justin replied, “but when I get outside my head gets all fucking messed up. I’m married for fuck’s sake.” “It’s OK” said Bret, reaching over again to take Justin’s hand. “No, it’s fucking not” said Justin. “I want to be OK with it because I really fucking enjoy it when it’s happening. That’s why I want you guys to help me.” “You could go on prep” I said. “You can fuck around with us but not get pozzed.” Justin stared at Bret’s hand holding his, and then shook his head. “No” he said. “I think I want to just be free like you guys are. Besides…” “Besides what?” asked Kieron. Justin looked up at him, and a big grin formed on his face. “Besides” he said again, “you know those fucking tattoos are gonna look so much better on me than on your pale-arsed bodies.” Bret threw his head back and laughed out loud, and we all joined in after a couple of seconds of staring at Justin with open mouths. “Fuck you” laughed Kane. “Yeah” said Justin. “Fuck me. I want you to.” Maybe things might have gone further that night, but we four brothers were actually fucking knackered after the gangbang, and Justin did have to work the next day. But he stayed over, sleeping in Bret’s bed while me and my brother cuddled together in mine. The next day he just put on his police gear, saying he’d shower and put on a fresh top at the station, and he headed off before K&K had got up. Me and Bret went back to bed and slept a bit more, before we woke up both a bit horny. Bret rolled me onto my back and then slid down on my cock, and we stared into each other’s eyes as he rode me until we both blew. We had arranged with the tattoo guy to get started straight away on our new stuff, and for the next few days we all took it in turns to go to his studio in town to have things done. It was going to take ages for Bret’s to be finished, but I got so horny each time he came back with more outline or filler on his skin, covered up with plastic. Showering was hard work, but we had to try as we were getting into a sweaty mess several times a day from the amount we were fucking. Bret was like an animal the day I came back with studs in my nipples, and again when the guy helped me put on the heavy silver hoops Grant had bought me. Grant himself met me and Bret at the studio on one of the days when we’d gone in together, so the guy could finish putting the filler in my new torso ink before working some more on Bret’s back. The barracks video had exploded, and Grant handed Bret an envelope with a huge wad of cash inside. He said there would be more to come, and he thought the gangbang might be even bigger once it was up. “Perfect timing on the cash” Bret said to me as we left the studio later. “Why?” I asked. “Got to go pick something up” he said, as he turned a different direction to where I thought we’d be going to get home. “What?” I asked. “You’ll see” he replied, smiling. We marched towards the shops, and Bret steered us to a gay bar with a big beer garden. He got me a pint, then told me to wait there while he went off to sort whatever it was. I was confused, but did as he asked. I lit up a cigarette and started playing with my phone, enjoying all the looks I was getting from the other guys sitting out there. “Nice chains” a guy suddenly said, as he sat down at the table opposite me. “You look familiar.” I thought he was taking the piss a bit just sitting down without asking, so I decided not to hold back. “You like watching brothers fucking on video then” I said. “Oh” he replied, his eyes widening. “You’re one of them.” “Yep” I said. “You a fan?” “Fuck” said the guy. “But yeah, I am.” He was maybe about Bret’s age, and was actually really good looking. Blond hair, styled stubble that looked a bit ginger, and nice biceps and pecs showing through his tight T-shirt. “You poz?” I asked, still not holding back. “No” he replied, before he looked around a bit and then leaned over with a smirk forming on his face. “Not yet” he said, speaking quietly. “Chasing?” I asked. “Maybe” he said, still smirking. “Cool” I replied. “Give me your number then, but I got to talk to my brother first.” “Oh?” he said. “You need his permission to have fun or something?” “He’s my fucking boyfriend too” I replied, feeling like I didn’t care about saying it out loud. “Fuck me” said the guy. “Seriously?” “Yeah, you got a fucking problem with that?” I asked, but smiling to show I wasn’t being aggressive. “Fuck no” he said. “That’s fucking hot.” He told me he was called Shane, and gave me his number and Grindr handle. He then went back to his friends, and I lit up another cigarette. I just fiddled with my phone as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The air was warm and the evening sun was coming through some trees, and I noticed a couple of guys a few tables over had taken off their tops and were letting the rays hit their skin, and I decided to do the same. I pulled off my T-shirt, and then just sat there with my biohazards and chains on display, along with my growing muscles after all that time at the outdoor gym I was doing with Bret. I loved the attention. He finally came back, holding a posh white paper bag along with a couple more pints he’d picked up at the bar. He smirked at my toplessness, and then as soon as he had sat down he pulled off his own T-shirt. “We could so score here” I said to him. “Already got one guy’s number.” “Slut” Bret said, smiling at me. “He’s chasing” I replied, smiling back at him. “Hot as fuck too. Could be fun.” “Count me in” Bret said. We chatted as we each smoked a cigarette and drank some of our pints, and then after stubbing our Bret reached for the paper bag. He brought out two small white boxes, and put them down. He opened them up facing him, and then took one of them and presented it to me. Inside was a massive silver ring that was really similar to the ones Grant had got us all. “What’s this?” I asked, staring at it. “Take it” he said. I lifted the ring out of the box, which he then put down. He took the ring from me, and held it up so I could see the inside. I saw the initials BLB were engraved there, and I looked up at him. “What?” I asked. “Bret and Luke Ballard” he said. He grabbed the other box and opened it, and there was exactly the same ring in there too but slightly wider. He put it down facing me, and then reached over and took hold of my left hand. He held it out towards him, and then slowly slid the first ring onto me. “I love you Luke” he said to me, as our eyes met. I knew what I had to do, and so picked up the other ring from its box. He held his left hand out to me, and I slid it onto his finger. “I love you too Bret” I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes. “Don’t cry” he whispered. We sat staring at each other, before we let go and put both our hands flat on the table. “One on each hand” Bret said. “Looks more balanced, innit.” I chuckled, then looked up at him. “When did you become such a big softy?” I asked. “Dunno” he said, “but fuck it, I’m happy.” “So am I” I replied. We finished up our drinks, grabbed our tops and stuffed them into the waistbands of our shirts, and then brazenly took each other’s hand after we’d stood up. We walked topless through the bar and out onto the street, unconcerned who saw us or what they thought, and then strolled hand in hand down to the bus stop to make our way home.

Daddy came back and said we should take a break. we all took turns making out and groping each other we went to the kitchen and ate something. I wasn’t really hungry but they insisted and I guess it made sense I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had eaten anything then they pulled out some joints and gave me some sleeping pills they said I would need the rest we all went back to the bed, the jock removed the sling and they sandwiched me between them and I fell asleep pretty soon snuggling with them happy as fuck —- When I woke up the next morning, the jock wasn’t around and daddy asked if I wanted to go on a business trip with him, I said yes, I had work but I was thinking only of getting high and having sex and I was sure if I stuck with daddy I would have both We showered and got dressed and headed to the airport he got two tickets to Portland Oregon and by the end of the day we had left California and arrived at a hotel near the airport part of me was wondering how I was going to pay rent, how long we would be here but a louder part was wondering when I could smoke some and get fucked daddy had been on the phone and when we got to the hotel he told me to shower and clean out when I got out of the shower there was a Hispanic dude hanging out with him and they were loading a pipe daddy motioned for me to get closer and passed me the pipe we took turns taking hits and I started to get hornier by the second daddy told me I was to go with the dude and to obey every instruction he gave me that I was going to earn my keep I asked if I could keep smoking and whether I could get fucked, they both grinned and said that was the plan I followed the dude who’s name was Marco and we got in his car and he drove us to a porn store in SE Portland, before we went in he put on a jacket and checked the contents of several pockets this store had both arcade booths and a theater. He paid the cover for both of us for the theater. when we went in there were two large screens playing different kinds of porn, three couches where there were two guys stroking their rather large dicks, they saw us and nodded hi along the back wall there were several doors to booths and Marco led me to one of them once in there he produced a bottle of Gatorade and told me to take a large swallow then he sat me in one of the two chairs and said we told people you are going to be here the place is going to get busy and all the guys are coming to fuck you anyone that wants you is going to get you this is your life now he then told me to get naked and to sit back down “I’m going to slam you now, this is a lot stronger than anything you’ve done before, it will make you really horny” he asked for my arm and tied a tourniquet above the bicep, he produced this syringe and I saw him put meth in it back filling it until it was at the 0.4 mark and then took out a bottle of water and filled in the rest with it he rolled it on his hands and pretty soon the meth had melted and he asked me ”ready?” I was nervous but also turned on I could feel the grimy sticky floor on my bare feet, smell the pungent smell of sweat and sex, this store was filthy, the sound of the porn movies this was all intoxicating

I used to be married. So out of respect for her sexual health - I used condoms. When we divorced I met my ex. Needed a place to stay. He had a room for rent. He was being treated for HIV and was on the cocktail. Within a year, we liked one another and quickly settled into U=U unprotected sex. He loved to shoot all over my face or in my mouth. Regardless of whether we sucked and/or fucked. It was his turn on. He was into facials. When I fucked him, I always blew in his ass. He said he could feel it. But he was always paranoid about the HIV thing. So, we decided to find a hung top to fuck me and him record it. He wanted to see another guy blow his load all over my face or ass. I had other ideas. A couple of months after we moved in together, we decided to find a top that would fuck me raw and shoot all over my hole etc.... We ended up hooking up with a guy 20 years younger than me. He was into Business Execs/Daddies and I filled both his fantasies. He loved both of dressing up in suits/ties/shoes and recording us. We recorded many sessions with him, but the first was the best. We were dressed for oral sex. Both in jocks under our suit pants. We kissed and sucked face and semi undressed one another. I eventually sucked his thick uncut cock and my partner sucked my asshole and slowly jerked me off. The next part of the recording changes to him raw dogging me doggy style. He is throwing a good hard fuck into me and we are talking dirty like crazy. " Daddy/Hairy Otter son stuff. Telling him I wanted to feel his cum in my hole. He fucked harder. The video got noisier with our sweaty bodies slamming against one another. Him asking me if I'm ready for his load? Me telling him to shoot his load deep in guts. " And voila. He started groaning funny (a sound I later learned after many good fucks was his 3 second-to-cum moan. Grin). I could feel his cock erupt. Oh ya. He shot like a cannon. He then surprised both of us by pulling out and shooting 2-3 really nice big shots on the OUTSIDE of my hole, and slamming back into my second hole to churn up what was already there. The best part is I ended up with the entire fuck scene on video, with all the sound. You could also hear his wet cock in the sound track. I still jerk off to that video. I can FEEL the cum when I hear his moan and watch his hips. I remember it like it was yesterday. Hot as Fuck. First raw load in one year. And all recorded.

I was on Grindr this morning and got a message from someone that was extremely close by. Turns out he's staying in the same hotel. He simply said, "R U INTO ANON FUCKING?". I replied back, "FUCK, YEAH!". He asked for my room number. I gave it to him and told him to just push on the door. I'd have it fixed so he could just come in. The room would be dark. I asked if he wanted me on my knees, to suck him first? Or did he want me ass up on the bed. He said, "Ass Up". I quickly closed the drapes. Turned off all the lights and stripped. There was just a faint light coming through the edges of the draperies to give a soft light in the room. You could make out shapes. But not see faces unless up close. I kneeled on the edge of the bed. With my bottle of poppers in hand, I waited to hear the door open. In just a few minutes, that wonderful sound of the door opening and closing was heard. I took a couple of strong hits from my popper bottle as I felt him feel my ass and rub my asshole. I heard him removing his pants. Then felt his mouth on my hole. He licked and slid saliva up inside my hole with his tongue. Then I felt his cockhead press against my hole. He grabbed me around the waist and pushed up into me. Ahhh.....It felt great sliding into my hole. He felt like he was sliding 6 or 7 inches into me. It had a nice thickness, too. Best of all, he was rock hard. His Grindr profile said he was 29. Not a word was spoken, but he pounded me hard and deep for about 6 or 7 minutes, until he finally slammed deep into me and filled my gut with his load. He just as quickly pulled out, pulled up his pants and left my room. All without a word spoken. I never saw his face. Or any other part of him. I loved being filled with the hot cum of someone I have no idea who he was.

I had just got my driver’s license - dying to get used for the first time. Horny every second, desperate to know what a real man’s cum felt like inside me. Found this filthy arcade next to a straight strip club - guys slipping in before heading home to their wives. My first load? Through a gloryhole. He pushed his cock through - his wedding ring catching the light as he held the base like he owned me. Seven inches, nothing outrageous, but back then? My virgin hole was so tight it felt like it was ripping me open. He worked me slow, fighting my grip until finally that cock was buried to the hilt. Then it happened - thick, molten cum flooding my guts, pulsing so deep I swear I tasted it. Silent the whole time. Just his heat pouring into me. That rush - the way my cunt clenched around him - fucked my brain completely. That cum… God, it was seductive. Sweet, heavy, and so satisfying it made me feel the way a real cunt should feel—owned, used, full. I walked out dripping, shaky, starving for more. I thought I’d be satisfied for a while, but I was wrong. I was back the next day. And the day after. That first breeding wasn’t just a fuck - it rewired me. What was your first time like when you got pumped full and your hole just… woke up?

Add to that the video cabin cruise clubs, like Connection Shop in Fuggerstrasse - can be interesting early evening as there's an 'after work' crowd when guys go home. I've not done Jaxx - although I have tried - they said I was too old (42 at the time). Bull is always good on any day of the week (as it is open 24/7) and best after midnight. Ajpnia do a Wednesday evening - and if you're kink/fetish oriented then Bose Buben have events most days of the week with different themes. Would avoid cruising in the parks - there has been a lot of trouble lately and I can speak from personal experience of being attacked/beaten by three guys in Tiergarten on a Tuesday night. My go-to for planning is Siegessaeule Magazine - they have an English page with events that goes quite far into the future: [think before following links] https://www.siegessaeule.de/en/events/

Was given a free pass from the husband last weekend and it came at a perfect time when a friend from college was in town. I met him at his hotel room overlooking the banks (riverfront area in Cincinnati). He never liked to give head but when I told him I didn't bring lube or poppers, he dropped to his knees. The head was only about 2 minutes long but it didn't matter as we both wanted one thing. Actually, we wanted multiple things (loads). I left happy and sated.

Intro Welcome to Suburbia! I’m Alec, an early 30s guy living with my husband, Carl, in the sprawl of Eastern Virginia. Its one of those places where the property prices are expensive but without a cool and groovy city vibe. So minimal chances of random hookups with hot gays!! The majority of our neighbors are hetero, married and keep themselves to themselves. As for me, I’m coming to the end of an intensive few years of studying for a business degree as well as working full time. Its been tough, especially with a lack of time for the things I want to do. I love my husband very much but I also want to get some excitement back in to my life. As long as I can remember I’ve done what been expected of me… study hard, work hard, save hard… making the “right” choices. I’m kinda done with all that now. I want to explore my sexuality, be a bit reckless and just live my live for me and not what others expect of me. I’ve never cheated on my husband but I crave the feeling of kissing another guy, dropping to my knees and getting them hard in my mouth before letting them fuck me. My husband and I celebrated Independence Day at home. Just a chilled one as he has a business trip coming up so most of the day was laundry and chores. He was showering as I took some shirts upstairs to help with his packing. His case was open and next to it was a washbag I’ve never seen before. Curiously I opened it to reveal a new bottle of poppers, a cockring, lube, several jockstraps and a half used bottle of PREP. I just froze. He’s planning to cheat on me on his trip and has probably been cheating on me for as long as we’ve been married. I had to get out so I grabbed my running stuff and left to clear my head, spurred on by a mixture of rage, jealousy, anger and…. Horniness

So I heard that there was cruising going on at my local Homedepot and I decided to check it out because I was in desperate need of a load up my ass or down my throat. I put on my flimsy cut-off jeans shorts, a tank top that barely covered anything and some boots. When I arrived at Homedepot the parking lot was pretty empty. I went straight to the back of the store where the toilets are. There were some guys and maybe two or three women walking in the isles. I checked out the bathroom but there was nobody. I stayed near the bathroom and pretended that I was looking for an AC filter. After a couple of minutes I noticed that a guy in his late 50s with thick gray hair was checking me out. I bent over pretending to look at some items in the lower shelves and I could feel him staring at my ass. He was exactly what I was looking for! A hot daddy. Maybe even married. I knelt down in front of the shelves spreading my legs and touched my crotch. Let's see if he is looking for a slut to use or if he is going to walk away. I was in luck and he touched his crotch too. Not wanting to waist any time I got up and walked into the still empty bathroom. I heard him following me and my heart was racing in excitement. He joined me in the very last stall and stood in front of me. I un-bottomed my shorts and he touched my chest with the both hands. He obviously enjoyed my smooth skin and erect nipples. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The guy was twisting and pinching my nipples while I was unpacking his dick which was already rock hard! “Take that shirt off!”, he commanded quietly. I obeyed and hung my shirt on a hook while he was closing the door of the stall. His cut dick was facing up at almost 45 degrees I couldn't help staring at it. “I hope you are a bottom!” I just nodded and touched his fat twitching fuck meat. In one movement he grabbed me by the hips turned me around and pulled down my shorts. He positioned the head of his dick at my hole and said: “Your fucking cunt is wet. Do you have some loads in you already?” I shook my head and said: “No. That's lube.” He pushed pushed his rock hard dick slowly inside me and grunted. I don't have to tell you how great it feels when a bare cock penetrates you. The guy grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me aggressively. I had to hold on to the wall in front of me with both hands to not loose my balance. Suddenly someone came into the restroom. The guy stopped the fucking abruptly but remained inside me with the head of his dick. We both held our breath and heard someone urinating for quite a long time. My fucker obviously couldn't wait anymore and slid his dick inside me very slowly. He fucked me in super slow motion while the guy was still peeing. Him sliding his bare dick in and out of me so slowly almost took me over the edge. We both were did not make a sound while he kept screwing me. Finally I heard the guy flushing the urinal and leaving. I let out a deep moan and my fucker groaned: “I'm gonna cum so hard inside you!” He picked up the fuck speed again abusing my cunt hard. “Fucking bitch! Take my load!”, he said in a very deep voice. He grabbed my hips firmly and I felt his muscles spasm as he was shooting his hot cum inside me. Without touching myself a shoot my load too covering the wall and toilet in-front of me with cum. I moved a little bit forward but the guy pulled me back and said: “Hold still bitch! I'm still cuming!” And I actually felt his boner still pulsating inside me. After he emptied his balls in my guts he finally pulled his dick out. It left my cunt gaping and I felt cum running down the inside of my naked thigh. The guy left without saying a word. He didn't even close the door to the stall. So I turned around closed the door, pulled my shorts up and put my shirt back on. As I walked thru the store back to the parking lot I wondered if anyone would notice the cum on my naked legs. As I drove home thinking about how the guy fucked and used my like a slut made me smile. Maybe there are guys cruising at Lowe's too I thought.

I was watching (something) on TV .. from what I understood - there's different elements to this .. some just want to have the name list released (though whether there is one or isn't clear .. there was .. now there isn't .. who knows) - regardless of who is on it - Dem or Rep - they want the names released so everyone knows who the [banned word]/pedos are. The problem with that is (from what i understood) there are a LOT of names on the files that have nothing to do with the sex issues - some are just people who met Epstein at some event .. 2 of his now staff use to spew conspiracy theories - and now they're part of his staff - and are saying "no conspiracies" - no name lists - and it's now a credibility issue Trump also sometimes says stuff "off the cuff" - and he wanted everything released .. now .. not so much .. and you pull in Bondi who really has to learn how to speak clearly and precisely - and the water muddies .. that and anytime you deal with Trump the water muddies .. So .. they've pretty much dug their own holes .. and the very strict/far right MAGAs just want everything released. And with Trump saying no and making negative comments about them - the party is fracturing .. Just my 2 cents .. which is worth nothing cuz i'm not MAGA and to me it's interesting to watch all the infighting ..

The best I can figure out, is that they are sure the contents will confirm one or more of the conspiracies that they have been believing and promoting. Some of the MAGA focus their devotion on His Orange Hindness as their savior, other members of MAGA are clearly devoted more to the conspiracies and are ready to reject Trump if he fails to confirm. I've said before, in this forum and others that MAGA isn't as monolithic as it superficially appears to be. I'm not even going to guess what this does to them as a coalition, every time I try to apply any kind of logic or reason to their coalition they prove me wrong.

Same here. I never felt the semen being ejaculated inside me but definitely have felt it with those unexpected cum farts. The man's swimmers being aborted from my ass is usually the most tangible sign of being bred.

I had to tag along with my brother and his friends cuz my dad made him bring me. So my brother ended up ditching me but his to friends said I could hang with them. All I remember was being in their car and given stuff to drink. Suddenly came to and my brothers best friend was fucking my virgin hole and his much other brother was fucking my throat. One of them said, hes awake. But I smiled and they both grinned and called me a cumslut. And the guy fn me got so aroused that me went so deep it went thru that second hole but literally felt him shooting so much cum inside me then the brother started shooting down my throat I swear it came out my nose lol. Lets just say I was there lil secret cum dump for the next 6 years.

For me it was a pleasurable experience. It was pre aids, and the only "lube" anyone spoke about was vaseline. I'd already been experimenting with various objects to insert in myself but was far from "stretched". It was the daddy that had been grooming me for months. I'd wanted him for a long time and had some close encounters but always chickened out and left. Which was starting to piss him off. This time he'd rang the company where I'd worked(pre mobiles too) to return a book ged lent me. So in the evening I went at tge stated time to where ge was house sitting. I rang the bell and he answered the door in just a dressing gown. when I entered the hallway he let his gown fall open and I saw the most beautiful mature man cock I'd ever seen. Straight , hard pointing up ready for action. He took my hand and put it around his cock. Now I too was so hard and excited. I couldn't help myself. I got to my knees and took hi. in my mouth. God I was horny. he picked me up and took me int the living room. He helped me undress and bent me over tge end of the sofa. He opened the baseline and lubed my hole. All the time telling me to be calm an relax. He made me calm and gently entered my virgin asshole. I think because he was a experienced top it did relax me. No need for condoms then. I really enjoyed my first fuck and enjoyed the thrill of a man Cummings in me. So even if you're not prepared physically a good top will make it a pleasurable experience for you. Enjoy.

This is interesting. It’s listed as 4 parts on Nifty but part 4 does say that it’s the 3rd of the chronicles. This story definitely helped with getting me interested and getting me to where I am now. It’s got me curious as to what happened next to Blake and Gus, especially after Con showed up. Even if he doesn’t decide to share. Please let him know that he has many fans out there that have enjoyed it for years.

Saw the topic and dropped down the rabbit hole. 15.5 New DL, ABS, I was a computer geek but this was DARPANET days with Mainframes and Terminals Commodore had not yet hit the market, Trash 80's were still unattainable. If you went to the Queen City of the Ozarks you might find a BlueBoy, Heavy Metal Magazine was about as gay as you could find in Grocery Stores. the sleazy ABS was a whole new world, then I found the Video Arcade and though who would game in a place with some much published porn and amazing toys. Then My Eyes were truly opened, what I had 'discovered' at an unmentionable age with some of my closet friends had been discovered by others, note, that only the highest tech smut stores had video, Most was 8mm 'film'. Ah, those were the days.

My first fucks were with my teammates and buddies from the neighborhood. I felt their bodies shivering and spasming, but I’m not sure I felt anything up my ass. The first time getting fucked by an adult I was 15. It was the counter clerk at the ABS I was visiting. We went to his home and the first time he fucked me I felt his dick spasming. He stayed hard, and kept it in my ass. Within a few minutes he was pounding again and that second time I’m convinced I felt the spurts of cum. from then on, obviously I feel the dick spasming as a guy unloads. And I’m guessing at least 1/3 of the time I also feel the come spraying my insides.

For me penetrative sex determines it. Anal virginity (bottom) and penetrative virginity with your dick (top). I also agree that cum has to be shared for it to be 100% authentic, though the condom fuck technically counts, I guess. I guess other forms of sex are some kind of bases or levels, but I think the most important one is always going to be involving fucking as it defines you being inside someone (or have someone inside you) and you can kiss, interact, etc. it’s more intimate for this reason than blowjobs or other sexual acts. Then again one can have further levels of gay virginity associated with certain acts: like orgy, going to a darkroom, gloryhole, double penetration, … 😉

Stan and Winston’s flat reminded me of my gran’s place, looking like something out of the 1970s. It smelt of smoke, and everything was old and frayed. There were pictures up everywhere of the two of them when they were younger, and I realised how thin they had both become in their older years. “We can’t afford much this week” Stan said. “What?” I asked, a bit distracted by one of the pictures in which they were both looking really fit and handsome. “He said we’re a bit broke” said Winston, “so we can’t afford much.” “Oh” I said. “I don’t care. Here all night if you want me, whatever.” “What?” asked Stan. “I said whatever” I replied. “Give me what you can, but I don’t care really.” “You mean you want…” Stan began. “Yeah” I said. “Not saying it will always be like this, but tonight I just want to get fucked.” They both looked at me with open mouths, so I decided to show them I was serious. I quickly stripped off all my clothes, throwing them on the patchy carpet, bending over briefly to get my gigs and lighter out of my jeans. Then I walked into their bedroom, and climbed up on the bed on all fours, wiggling my arse at them as they stood out in the hallway looking at me. “Come on and fuck me” I said. They quickly rushed into the room, and stripped themselves naked too. They were both thin and unhealthy looking, but their cocks were huge. Each of them had a tattoo above their cocks of that danger symbol, which looked fucking hot to me. Stan came round to my front and got on his knees, and I took his dick into my mouth and began to suck. Winston went behind and fingered me for a moment, before he put his cock against my hole. I wiggled my arse a bit, and he took the hint and began to push in. I was soon being slammed full of old man dick at both ends, realising I would do this all the time whether they could pay me or not. Neither of them lasted long, before I was swallowing one load while the other one went in my hole. They both collapsed panting on the bed, and I got up and grabbed my cigs. There was an ashtray beside the bed, so I just lit up in there. “Love your tatts” I said, looking down at them both. “You going to get one of your own?” Stan asked. “Maybe” I said. “What does it mean?” They looked at each other, then up at me. “Don’t you know?” asked Winston. “Well, it’s like danger or something isn’t it?” I said. “Biohazard” Stan said. “Cool” I said. “Why do so many men get ink like that?” “They don’t” said Winston. “Well” I said, before taking a big inhale of my cig, “loads of the guys who fuck my brothers do.” The two of them looked at each other again. “Have, er” Stan began. “Have your brothers had the flu?” “Yeah, a while back” I replied. “Why?” Well” Winston said, “this symbol means a guy is HIV positive.” My jaw dropped open and my stomach tightened. “Other guys use scorpions, spiders, plus signs, and things like that” said Stan. “But it all means the same thing.” Holy fucking shit. The guys who had just blown in me were poz. The guys last night were poz. “Why did you ask about the flu?” I asked, once my brain had processed that I’d been fucked with poz cock and filled with poz cum. “Because that probably means they’ve seroconverted” said Stan. “My brothers are poz?” I asked. “Probably” Winston said. “Sounds like they’ve been taking a lot more poz cocks than just ours.” Silence descended for quite a long time after that, while my brain went like crazy and I smoked myself through three cigarettes in a row. I realised my brothers had no idea they had been pozzed, and as shitty as they could be to me, they had no idea they had exposed me too. Then, as I thought more about it, I realised I was hard. After the initial surprise, it was clear this was turning me on. “Fuck” I said. “I’m fucking hard.” “So we see” said Winston. “You want more poz cock?” asked Stan. “Fuck yeah” I growled, diving onto the end of the bed on my front. Stan and Winston fucked me all night. Every time they got tired they’d go off to the bathroom for a bit and then come back with more energy, so I knew they must be doing something in there but I didn’t care. I took every fuck and load like a madman, begging them to put more poz cum in me. I did not know where the fuck this was all coming from, but I wanted it and needed it. My brothers were pozzed, and I wanted to be too. I wanted to be a dirty little cumdump just like they were, or maybe even more. Maybe this was something I could be better at than them, and make more money from. I wanted chains, but bigger. I wanted tatts, but more of them. Brotherly jealousy kept me going all night, and I only went home at about nine the next morning. Stan and Winston were completely fucked out, but I felt like I was just getting started. I had a quick shower at home, then got a fresh jock from Bret’s drawer, put some other clean clothes, and then went back out. I walked down off to the park, and headed for the shitty older toilets at the far side under the trees. Everyone at school used to say you’d get raped if you went in there, so I finally went to see if that was true. They stank and there was shitty graffiti everywhere, but when I looked in the middle stall I knew enough to know it was a gloryhole I was looking at in the wall to the end stall. I went in, locked the door, pulled down my shorts and then just stuck my arse against the hole. I passed the time smoking cigs and playing games on my phone, and then after 20 minutes someone came into the toilet block. I listened to them shuffle around, and then heard them go into the end stall. A finger touching my arse made me jump a bit, but then I felt a cock going between my cheeks. It touched my hole, and I pressed down to let it in. It was short and thick, and felt pretty good as it fucked me. The guy blew in me quickly, and I had another long gap before the next one. That one was really long but quite thin, lasting for ages or maybe just carrying on through a first load to add a second. Someone else was in the block by the time he finished, and I had a third cock up my hole really quickly. This time the man growled about dirty seed and I quietly told him to breed and poz me, meaning he stuck around to give me another load later. Two other guys followed him before he had another go, after which I realised I should probably head back to rest before my pub shift. Still, that was six more loads, at least two of them poz, and I’d found another place I knew I could come to get fucked. Man, I’d become such a dirty fucking cumdump. I loved it. That night Stan and Winston were in again, and they both fucked me out behind the bins when I was on my break. I went back to theirs again after, taking another couple of loads from both of them before I went home in the early hours. I shoved a buttplug up there before I went to sleep, and gave myself a good shafting with the big dildo Kieron had given me the next morning before I showered and went to Nisa. The day dragged on, but at least Stan and Winston were able to see to me out the back of the pub again that night, both during my break and then after closing once Brian was definitely gone. This is how the rest of the week went, until the Friday when I woke up feeling like shit and had to call in sick to both jobs. “You OK bruv” Kane asked, when he and Kieron came into my room that evening. “Converting” I coughed, “like you did.” “What?” Kieron asked. “Google the tattoos” I said, before turning over on my bed and passing out. It was a shitty few days, but I know Kieron was in my room a few times making me drink some water and take tablets. When I finally felt like I could walk again I had the biggest piss of my life, and then staggered into the kitchen to have some toast and water. Kieron heard me and came in too. “Hey” he said. “Dad’s out. You OK?” “Feel like shit” I said, “but better.” He made us both a cup of tea, and then sat down at the table. Neither of us said anything while I slowly munched on the toast and drank the tea, which made me feel so much better. “Kane’s a fucking mess” he said. “Hasn’t left our room.” “What about you?” I eventually asked. “I’m OK” he said. “Guess this was going to happen.” “Did Kane not think about that?” I asked. “No” he said. “Stupid fucker messed around through PSE I guess.” “So you’re OK?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “You?” “Wanted it” I said, before coughing. “You what?” he asked, once I’d calmed down. “Stan and Winston told me what their tatts mean, and then I knew you two already had it” I said. “Found I wanted it.” “You did?!” “Yeah” I said, managing a smirk. “Made me hard. So Stan and Winston have been fucking me whenever they can, and I got some more from guys in the stinky fucking bogs in the park.” “What the fuck…” Kieron said, almost under his breath. “Was fun” I replied. “Like a mission or something.” “You sick fuck” he said, but then grinned at me. “Fucking right” I said. “Now I can take every cock out there and not have to worry.” “Fuck me” Kieron said, laughing out loud. “My little brother’s more of a fucking cumdump slut than I am!” “Fuck yeah” I laughed in response. “Didn’t fucking know it, but I was made to ride cock!” I got much better over the next couple of days, and through talking to him a bit we managed to get Kane out of his rut. He had sort of been thinking he might still meet some girl and go off to be straight, so he was having to deal with actually being fully gay as well as now being infected. Like Kieron he had reacted in shock at finding out I had been trying to get as much poz cock as possible, but I saw him get hard when I talked about it and he was soon into it all a bit more. What really pushed him over is when Kieron and I came home with biohazard symbol trampstamps, and he rushed out the next day to get one himself. They finally got back in touch with Grant, just being honest about what had happened and why they had gone silent on him. He called and said we should all go and see him, so we did that after I convinced Clive to let me off early for once. We took an Uber to town so I had enough time to get back for my shift at the Dragon. “Boys” Grant said, after ushering us in. “Thank you for coming.” His manner was quite different to my first visit. He apologised for not having told us, assuming we were on prep, but said he wasn’t disappointed in the outcome. He liked our trampstamps, but said he wanted more intricate designs for our torsos and arms that he would pay for if we went to someone he knew. We all agreed, before he zeroed in on me. “Your video is our most popular yet, by several orders of magnitude” he said. “I’ll be giving you your money soon, but I wanted to get you something special.” “Oh” I said. “They liked me?” “They are demanding a starring role for you” he said, while pulling a posh paper bag out of a cupboard, “so I’m going to have you with your brothers only some of the time. You’ll be doing solo stuff, if you’re up for it.” “Yes sir” I said. “Anything.” “Good lad” he said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a box. “Here” he said, handing it to me. I opened up the box to reveal a thick silver chain, like what my brothers wore but even heavier. “Fuck me” I said. “I plan to” said Grant, “but put the chain on first.” “That looks so fucking hot on you bruv” Kieron said to me, a few minutes later while we were both leaning over the back of the sofa. Grant was hammering into me, while Kane was fucking his twin like crazy. Kieron had revealed to me that they hadn’t done another scene like that again yet, but back at home they were now having sex a lot. Kane was the top, which Kieron was happy with as it seemed to work for them that way. Even during his rut after finding out about the pozzing, Kane had fucked Kieron at least twice a day, and now that he was more comfortable with it, had got pretty verbal about shooting poz loads into his twin. “So” said Grant, after Kieron and I had been bred, “there’s an older brother too?” “Bret” said Kane. “He’s in the army” I said. “Well, we all know what goes on in the military” said Grant, smirking. “When’s he next on leave?”

Part 13 Knock, knock... I wake up, lying in my clothes on the bed. Again ... knock, knock. " Jake, are you there? Ready for breakfast ?" I can hear someone call my name. It takes a few seconds before I recognize it . It is Leroy…. "Wait a second," I yell as I stand up from the bed. My mind is still racing with thoughts, though my body seems to be relaxed. My feeling of panic has dropped a little. But I'm still full of questions, and my hole... still a bit itchy like it wants another ride... Quickly, I throw my clothes off, grab some deodorant, put a huge amount on me, and jump into some new clothes. My hair is still okay, so I don't really act on that. I slip on my shoes and walk to the door. I open it, and there is Leroy. "Hey, buddy, I missed you last night." He hugs me. "All okay? Did you have fun at the game? "Uhhh…."Uhhh, well, yeah... uhhh, I did... uhhh." Leroy just laughs. "Come on, Jake, we are getting some breakfast." There is a whole new sunny day with a lot of things to do, he smirks. We grab a table in the breakfast room. Leroy is getting some coffee, and I'm looking around. I watch all the guys. Most have shirts on. Not red shirts like yesterday, but their own. They cover up their chests , backs, arms, etc. Some wear long pants, while some wear shorts. I can see some have tattoos, but some seem to cover parts up. I'm looking in a different way to the other guys, like I'm noticing it more. How did I miss this before? Slowly, I stand up to get a plate and take some breakfast. I'm getting some bread, eggs, bacon, etc. I watch how guys smile, laugh, and flirt while getting their breakfast. It looks like everyone is comfortable and looking for their next hookup . Am I? I'm not sure... Are they positive or just a few guys? Is that the game? Or is it all just in my mind ? In a split second, I see Mark. A happy feeling washes over me. He was my first, and I'm really into him, I guess. I want to hook up and date with him again. He might be the lover I want to take back with me. But I do remember his tattoo. I should ask him: is he positive ? Is he toxic, or is it just in my mind? I really don't know what to believe anymore. My mind is just messed up. I guess, because he did share the bed with me, he really likes me too? Or? I guess he does; he fucked me with so much passion. Or? My mind tumbles with thoughts. I'm standing there like a statue, not knowing what to do. A mixed feeling of fear (of the answers I get), excitement , lust, and more that goes through my body and makes it impossible for me to move. Mark walks out; he does not notice me. "Are you okay?" I hear a voice behind me. It's Leroy. "Are you coming to the table and starting your breakfast?" "I... yeah... yeah , I'm coming," and I start to walk back to the table. We are sitting together, eating, but I can't really focus or talk. So Leroy starts to talk to me. "I went to the infirmary yesterday, you know. I got some tests , blood tests , a health check , some vitamins, and an anal examination. They really helped me out. Though they did say my hole and ass had taken some real hard time. They said it was really bruised and ripped inside." "I could have told them that even before," Leroy laughs. "So they told me I have to watch myself, and it gives a lot of options." He's not really specific about it; I just listen. "They gave me some pills for the pain, so I can keep going for the holidays here. They were really nice, Jake." "So how was your roulette game, Jake?" he asks me. I take a sip of my coffee. Where should I start? Should I drop my questions first? Should I tell him what games we played? I'm not sure. So I start to tell him bit by bit about the games and the guys. I try to make it a short version, but I can see in Leroy's eyes that he likes it and is getting a bit horny from it. Meanwhile, he eats his whole plate empty. Leroy, something strange has happened in the roulette game. They all wore red shirts. At the last winning part , they tore their shirts off. Well, you know ... Kaode, the friend I made in there... you know... He was getting really excited and wild. The other bottoms too. They were saying things like... and I started to whisper, breeding , knowingly taking toxic loads, poz-ing up, HIV ? They seemed to get wild from the tattoos the tops had. I don't know if that's for real or just a play... but what if... what if there are more guys like that? Some have the same tattoo as the hotel sign. Leroy started to laugh loudly ... I just watched him with big eyes, wondering what was funny about what I just told him. "Yeah Jake ... that's the purpose of the hotel... that's why we are all here for. " There are some poz toxic guys here. Hopefully most are. We are chasing their loads, trying to get bred by them, trying to take parts from them with us, back home. The tops are meant to spread and breed us. "You didn't know? How the hell did you get here then ? " I'm looking with huge eyes at him... what did Leroy just tell me? Does it mean... what? "Jake," he starts again. "I guess your friend Paul back home did not tell you all then. He was chasing the poz seed I guess. Maybe he got it even before the trip, and that's the reason he got sick... Well , you took enough loads , even in the game; I bet there are some poz loads with it too and got buried deep up your hole. " I'm shocked ... I took poz loads ? I did what? "Yeah, I'm sure you did. If they're toxic? I'm not sure, but I guess you took some. Don't be afraid, don't worry. You took them already, so time will tell. It's too late for that now. Just fuck, like everyone does." I do, while he winks at me. "So... so... so the guys with the biohazard tattoos..." I bring out. "Yeah Jake . They are poz, definitely , and they are proud of it. They should be... it's a sign of potent breeders. A gift they got from their breeders, and they're passing it on. Even the ones with no tattoos probably have it, and it's our job to take it. It's a gift to us." "I'm taking it." Leroy laughs. My mind is spinning . I took loads of poz , knowingly, encouraging them to breed me; I took loads... I took Mark's loads all night. I am... a cum dump... I am a chaser now... and I... I love it... My hole twitches and tickles at the idea. I need more... But my mind is still running with all thoughts. "Think about it," Jake tells me. "And you still have to participate in the games you signed up for." So... there is no running from it. Just take it like the champ and cum dump you are now. He winks at me. I did… tells Leroy. Oh, there is an announcement at the main stage, at the pool, in one hour. You saw the note; you got one on your smartwatch . Did I? I'll be there , then I guess... I'm going to the toilet, Jake; see you at the bar in 20 to 30 minutes ? Okay? "Okay," Leroy, I say to him, still running thoughts in my mind. He walks off, leaving me at the table. Leaving me in thoughts. What the... I'm excited and afraid at the same time. I need to know... Is my crush Mark poz? Is there a way back, or... shall I just keep going and take whatever I can? And is Paul indeed sick of getting poz loads, and from who? From Jason ? No, is he? And if Paul is... why should I worry and not just take whatever I can up my hole ? I feel my hole responding again; it wants another cock... In the meantime…… continuing the story with Leroy. (photo of Leroy, if you dont remember the guy) Leroy stands up from the table, leaving Jake with his breakfast. He's heading out of the breakfast buffet room to the toilets. He's not getting the first toilets; no, he walks down the hall to find some toilets further away. I have seen Mark leaving the breakfast room; he did wink at me. He should be going to the toilets over there, Leroy thinks. He opens the toilet room door and walks in. Yeah, indeed. There he is... Mark. He's just fingering another guy who's bent over at the urinals. Mark has his back to me, so he can't see me enter. He does hear the door and my footsteps , but he just doesn't care. I guess to bussy whit another bottom to fuck... I walk up to him and I clearly see him prepping that bottom boy's hole with his fingers to fuck him. Mark's cock is hanging out, hard and straight forward. I can clearly see the guy has sucked him; his cock is damn shiny and wet. I go and stand next to him, and with my hands, I grab his balls. They are huge and fill up my whole hand. I laugh at him. I have a tighter hole to fill up than this boy, I say loud enough for Mark and the guy to hear. Mark grins , "I know you do, Leroy... and tighter is better. " The boy looks up, a bit mad at what I just told him. "You want another round?" Mark asks me . "If you are up to it, my hole is your playground," I whisper to him. Mark steps back from the boy, getting his fingers out of the boy's ass and pushes them in my mouth. I can taste that guy's hole and I lick them. I really don't care that I taste the guy. "Let's go then," he smiles at me while he pushes me into one of the separated toilets. My back to the toilet, I close the door behind him. Now it is just us two. Within a few seconds, he pulls down my shorts and I take off his shirt. I can see his biohazard tattoo now clearly. It is so fucking hot, I moan, wile I touch his tattoo. His strong hands grip my willing ass and starts to finger me. With my fingers, I'll draw over his biohazard tattoo and then down to his shorts. His cock, rock hard and out of his shorts. I grab his cock and start to masturbate it slowly while I begin to kiss him. His finger is pushing deep into my hole . "I want you in me," I moan, "I want to get your poz load again. " "Make me your boy," I whisper to him. Mark turns me around quickly, with his finger still up my hole . "Get your shirt off, slut," he orders me. I do as I'm told , and then I bend a bit over to spread my ass for him. My head turned to him so I can watch him. "I hope you have a toxic load for me," I wink. "Load me up with that , just as you loaded me before and fucked your date, Jake... " Mark laughs. "I can't tell you if I'm toxic yet; you have to wait until the exposing party. But I am poz..." He puts his cock against my sphincter. I can feel a big, warm, wet pressure. Mark grabs my middle so I can't run, and then he rams it deep in me. Fast , real fast. There is no escape and no time to think. He just pushes it all in within five seconds . It's like I'm getting filled and ripped open, like a turkey. I moan in pleasure and pain real hard. I lose my breath from the intense fuck. "Fuckkkkk ... dammmmm... auchhhh." My hole is getting ripped open again; I can feel it tear. But I let Mark do his job. He roughly fucks me there in the toilet. I have to hold my hands against the back wall of the toilet while Mark is pounding me hard. The pain and pleasure is incredible again. His balls slapping hard against my hole. The toilet room echoes from the slapping sound. fuck, fuck... your deep in me. fuckkkkkk. its so good. You're making me bleed... You're ripping my hole open again , I whimper . But I keep my ass spread and pushed back to give my hole to him. I need to serve him. I'm starting to sweat from intense fucking, excitement, and pain. My hole burns deep inside me every time he pounds his cock in me. I love your cock deep inside me. Your poz pole in me… Fuckkk... I moan loud. My daddy at home will be so proud that I'm taking it all from you... I'm not holding myself in, so anyone in the toilet room can hear me. His cock is pounding deep and hard in me; I can feel it rubbing against my second hole. Mark is not pushing it through yet, which makes me whine a bit every time he pushes against it. He knows what he's doing to make my mind go wild. Then Mark pulls his cock out of my hole and turns me around again. I guess I need to suck him now, but before I know it, he pushes me, causing me to fall down on my back on the toilet Mark grabs my legs and pushes them up onto his shoulders. Then he rams his cock back inside. I yell, "Aahhhhhh. Dammmmm... Fuckkkkkkk." He now pushes deep and true into my second hole. I can feel it split and rip, a sensation of deep and intense burning pain in me. Tears fill my eyes. Mark seems not to care and gets it out again, then pushes it back in, real fast and hard. My head bounces against the wall. Fuck, you're ripping my hole. Fuck , damn... Mark just laughs and nods . He fucks me hard now while I look deep into his eyes. You like my ass more than my friend Jake's ? I moan to him. You're both holes to me, he laughs, but it's hot that I fucked both of you. My hands slide over his body and his tattoo. I want this; I beg him. While I rest my hand on his tattoo , I can feel his cock swell deep inside me. Mark is close to giving me another load. With one hand, I grab his ass to push him even deeper. His cock stings deep in me, ripping my hole open again. I don't care; I want it. I give him permission to cum in me by pulling him in again and again, begging for his sweet load. Mark then trusts deep in me. "Here you go, slut, my cream... I'm cumming... I'm cumming." He starts to moan loudly, while my hand pushes his ass deep against me. I feel his cock swell in me, and then... Load after load, I feel getting shot deep in me-a wet, warm feeling . "Fuckkk ... yeah... fuckk..." He paints, and I pull Mark to me, face to face. "Thank you for your load," I whisper softly , And I kiss him on his lips before I let him stand back up again. "Good slut boy," Mark laughs. That sweet hole got what it deserved. He pulls his shorts up and grabs his shirt. "Keep that load in, boy; take care of it." He then grins , unlocks the door, and walks off , Leaving me lying on the toilet with my legs still high in the air, my hole open and dripping.

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

Part 2 Back home by rage had fully subsided. Carl was having an early night as he flight was at a crazy time in the morning. I was chilling with a glass of wine and a TV in the background but paying no attention to what was on. Instead I was on my phone searching for random gay cruising listings. I search hit came up for the “Hit and miss toilets” in the park by the river. Reading the comments it seemed like it was very active up until summer last year and now not so much. Next was to check out some of the hook up sites and apps to see who was around. I purposely avoided Grindr as I was scared that the first profile I’d see on it was Carl’s and I had to keep my focus away from that. After about an hour of a mindlessly scrolling, searching and getting distracted by porn I found some more obscure sites. One was dedicated to finding guys into bareback sex and another one was to share stories of ‘POZ encounters’. Its not something that had ever turned me on but reading the stories in the fiction section got my dick hard and my heart pounding. I even took a blast of poppers whilst reading. Some of the encounters were just mind blowing. I was so horned up by the stories and light headed with the wine I created a profile on the barebacking hookup site, took and uploaded some pics then added a slutty message to my profile text. Even though I have a respectable city job I’m in shape with a lot of running, cycling and weights. I’m no adonis but I’m kinda pleased with my lean build, furry chest and muscular but round ass! After about another 30 mins of checking out various guys (none of whom were nearby) I was getting frustrated by the lack of attention. So I upped the stakes by creating a party listing: “Married Bttm hosting this weekend. Anon. No load refused”. No sooner had I clicked the submit button I must have fallen asleep on the sofa as the next thing I knew was Carl kissing me on the forehead and saying goodbye. I crawled into our bedroom and fell asleep again. Waking up I had the mixture of guilt and horniness. Carl had sent me a message wishing me a good day and how he’ll miss me. My phone also had the barebacking site still open. To my surprise there were over 30 messages! Admittedly several of them were automated pic sharing notifications but still this was more attention than I’ve had in years. There were about 8 requests to join my party listing. Its as this point I decided that I did want to go through with this. I accepted requests, messaged a few of the guys and got several back in return. It was approaching lunch so I took a long shower to ensure I was fully clean outside and in. My favourite mix of porn, poppers and wine helped relax me and get me in the mood. My stomach was in knots as I sent the first guy my address and his immediate reply was “Cool bud, see you in 25mins”. That time passed by so quickly as son enough there was another buzz on my phone “Parked up, let me know when you’re in position”. It took me a moment to comprehend the message then I remembered in my listing it said anon. Not wanting to disappoint I quickly closed the blind, stripped to my jock, unlocked the front door and waited face down on the bed. A simple “Ready” was all it took and seconds later I heard the main door open. Another blast of poppers settled me down as the guy entered our martial bedroom and placed his hands on my hips. “My my my that ass looks even more delicious in person” “Thank you, sir” “Sir… I like that… are you going to be an obedient boy for me” I just made a sound to convey my agreement The guy was older, out of shape but looked well endowed by his profile pics! His hands went to work massaging my back and neck. Commenting on my tension and trying to get me to relax. His tongue was exploring my body and then reached my hole. The way he rimmed me deeply was amazing. Id never had someone eat out my ass like he did. His beard stubble acting as a good sensation against my ass cheeks. A finger with lube was inserted and my hole got worked and loosened “Ready for my dick?” Again I just made a sound. I couldn’t speak as I was just thinking about my husband, how I should be using a condom, how I shouldn’t be doing this at all. So I just lay there. The head of his dick went straight in to my hole. His thickness was amazing, it felt like I was being impaled but I had no desire to push him back. Only the tip was inside me and already it felt unlike any other fuck I’d had. Without hesitation he thrust the rest of his dick inside and began to work my ass. I squirmed, clenched and tried to focus on my breathing to accept this dick by man it was tough to take! He just laughed and told to me relax. “Enjoying it?”, he exclaimed “Oh very, VERY much, Sir” “In that case lets take it to the next level” And with that the ramped up the intensity and started to absolutely bang my ass. There were so many times that I almost asked him to stop but before I could there was a grunt and he just shouted “Fuck yean man” at which point I knew he’d shot his load inside me. He wasn’t waiting around but I had to turn over to get a look at him. “Um thanks man” “No, thank you! That’s one amazing ass. And you look cute face up. I want that ass again…. And soon” He gathered his clothes, dressed and left. My head was spinning. Had I just let this random guy fuck me and I didn’t even think about asking for a condom? He was hot though, a great top, nice build and a cute scorpion tattoo on his hip. My ass was aching after that workout but I knew I wanted more so I reopened the barebacking app to see who else was interested in my extra martial party…

The only thing I used before anal sex was the douche tube when I flushed myself out. I probably should have used dildos but I wanted my friend to have the ultimate feeling inside me. And use lots of lube. Just remember this rule for lube: Too much lube is never enough.When you think you've applied enough apply more. And it will hurt.

would love to join in that as well

Bigtime MUSCLE GROWTH fetish here. Always have been into it. I'm a serious lifter. Love growing muscle and getting bigger and stronger... it's not just the fantasy, there's also the reality. Just hopped on a Tren cycle. I'm always horny as fuck and Tren makes me even more of a rutting BEAST. Lookin to chat with other guys who are growing and are into their own growth and other guy's growing/changing, roided muscle, etc.

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.

Damn man, leave us hanging 😈🦯🐷. I was hard and jacking LOL hopefully the next part of this story is cumming soon thanks @pdxpointperv

I’d love it as well. 😈

Hot , i ran to the bathroom at Lowes i sit to pee as i am pierced its just less mess .. so im doing the pp dance as im sitting , the guy in next stall puts his foot under the stall... i was like what? then about 9 inches of cut dick came under... i jumped off toilet and onto that dick ...he fucked me till he blew a load up my hole ... so far none at the Home depot across street.

I am a procrastinator, but it did help me through an issue which allowed me to drop another load into the ass of the story. I cheated a little in that I bulletized the story line. seen as a whole, it looks a little cheap and demeaning. I have asked the moderators for their preference and opinion but also ask you - does the bulletized story line in the last section advertise me as the lazy slut that I am? Would you prefer paragraphed text? Jus Askin. I adjusted my trip for less rain drenching on the Can Am, as I check out Club Ottawa, and I'll be so close, probably G.I. Joe in Montréal. Cheers!.

Definitely Sunday daytime. Friday and Saturday could also be busier than normal but you’ll find way more guys at Lab, KitKat, or the Schöneberg bars.

Oh yes. I felt it and from that moment I knew it was all I wanted.

No did not feel the cum but the pulsiating cock - and some cum down my legs afterwards

Thanks for the interesting philosophical question first I agree @Iker80 that to consider it “loosing your virginity” - at least one of the parties needs to cum I also agree with @hntnhole that boys experimenting and jerking off together- even jerking each other off doesn’t count I would argue that for straight and gay male sex, the orgasim needs to come from penetrative sex ( I will let the lesbians determine what they think on thier own) then one could argue that for gay men… there are 4 virginities they can lose Oral top oral bottom anal top anal bottom then @hntnhole brings up an interesting point…. If one’s first fuck is purely physical…. With no emotional connection is it still losing one’s virginity? If the first time you suck cock or get sucked is through a glory hole in an ABS …. Does that count??? hmmmm … kind of a “if a tree falls in the woods and no one is there does it make a sound” question I fall into the “it is the physical act” alone that determines one’s virginity….. but the emotional connection can make it far more impactful and meaningful. i got fucked for the first time by a guy in college….. he was a friend…. But neither of us had any romantic feelings for each other …. I basically got him to fuck me so that I could get back at my friend Jeff who I had a HUGE crush on … and he had just lost his virginity with his girlfriend… (long story) But even though I had no romantic feelings for Robby …. After he fucked me about 4 times that night…(and even though we never fucked again) I certainly considered myself no longer a virgin (and I loved the look on Jeff’s face when I told him that I too was no longer a virgin) I will be very interested in what other guys think

What an amazing story. I’m still rocking hard several minutes after reading this. What a great life those brothers have. They are a very special breed of men. They are in three distinctive and privileged brotherhoods. They are in the brotherhood of men who love men and live for mansex and all its joys and pleasures it brings. They are also in an elite subsection of that brotherhood, those with the gift and power to change men into poz brothers. And lastly they are in their exclusive fraternal brotherhood that no one else can be a part of. What a marvelous thing this is.

I hear the door closing, the final click reverberating through the silent room, and my heart stutters in my chest like it's trying to break free. The sound seems to echo in the emptiness, a stark reminder of my utter solitude. The stickiness of their cum is a warm, uncomfortable presence on my thighs, a slow-moving river of their conquest that trickles down to my knees. Each drop feels like a taunt, a silent declaration of what they've done to me. My eyes strain in the pitch black, desperately seeking any semblance of light. The darkness is thick, a suffocating blanket that wraps around me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable than ever. The room is so silent that even my shallow breaths seem to bounce off the walls, returning to me as a muffled echo. The only other sound is the occasional drip of their fluids from my body, a sticky reminder of the depraved act that's just concluded. The air is thick with the musky scent of sex and the faint metallic tang of the chastity cage that now holds my shrunken member captive. As I struggle to regain my composure, the ache in my ass and the heaviness of the buttplug serve as unwelcome souvenirs of the relentless pounding I've just endured. The leather straps dig into my skin, a constant reminder that I'm still bound to this fuckbench, a helpless plaything at the mercy of Manuela and her shemale coven. The fabric of the lingerie feels alien against my skin, clinging to the sticky mess that coats me from their abuse. The blond wig itches, a stark contrast to the smoothness that once was my shaved scalp. Exhaustion slowly begins to win the battle over panic, and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. Despite my best efforts to stay alert, I start to slip into the welcoming embrace of oblivion. The world fades to black, and for a brief moment, I'm free from the horror of my new reality. But the respite is fleeting, as a sudden jolt of pain from the chastity cage snaps me back to consciousness. It feels tighter now, a cruel reminder of the power they wield over me. The metal seems to pulse in time with my heartbeat, a rhythmic throb that sends waves of discomfort through my groin. As my vision adjusts to the dimness, I notice a faint light piercing the darkness. It's a beacon of hope, a lifeline that pulls me back from the brink of despair. Gradually, the light grows stronger, and I squint through the glow to see the silhouette of Manuela standing before me. She's dressed now in a classy but tight dress, one that hugs her voluptuous curves and accentuates her powerful, feminine presence. The light casts an ethereal glow around her, making her appear both angelic and demonic. She's like a vision of beauty wrapped in the cloak of a predator, and I can't help but feel a mix of fear and arousal as she approaches. Manuela leans in, her full lips curving into a wicked smirk. "I knew you would be a nice bitch," she purrs, her voice a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes gleam with a sadistic delight, and she runs a long, red-nailed finger over the cage that now defines my manhood. "Me and my friends really liked abusing your ass," she continues, her gaze lingering on my exposed, vulnerable form, "so I think my guests will do the same." With surprising strength, she releases the buckles and the leather straps fall away from my wrists and ankles. The sudden freedom sends a bolt of pain through my limbs, but I'm too scared to move, too stunned by what she's said. The fuckbench beneath me is sticky with lust, and my legs tremble as I attempt to stand. The chastity cage is cold against my skin, a stark reminder of my new role as their party favor. "Come now," Manuela commands, her voice a siren's song that fills the room with a dark allure. She grabs my chin, forcing me to look into her eyes. They're pools of fire, sparkling with excitement and anticipation. "You're going to be the star of the show," she whispers, and for a moment, I almost believe her. "Everyone's waiting for the grand entrance of our little sissy slut." A sense of dread washes over me as she says this, my body going rigid with fear. The idea of being paraded around her party, a living sex toy for their amusement, is too much to bear. But before I can protest, she kicks me squarely between the legs, her stiletto heel digging into the flesh just above the chastity cage. I scream, the pain immediate and intense, and it echoes through the room. She laughs, a sound that's both beautiful and terrifying. "Don't worry, darling," she says, her voice like a knife slicing through my protests, "You'll get used to it. In fact, I think you're going to love it." The room starts to spin as she grabs my arm, hoisting me to my wobbly feet. The buttplug inside me feels like a brand, a declaration of ownership that makes me want to scream and beg for mercy. But the pain is nothing compared to the horror that awaits outside the door. I know that the moment it opens, my fate as their plaything will be sealed. As she pulls me along, my legs feel like they're made of jelly, barely capable of supporting my weight. The lingerie clings to me, the lace scraping against my skin with every step, a constant reminder of my humiliation. The high heels she's forced me to wear make it impossible to walk without a wobble, adding to the sense of vulnerability that already consumes me. We ascend the stairs, the cold stone beneath the soles of the shoes a stark contrast to the warmth that's still spreading from my ass. Each step is a battle, the chastity cage biting into my tender flesh with every movement. The pain is a constant companion, a grim reminder of the powerlessness that has been thrust upon me. The entrance hall is vast and opulent, with a grand chandelier casting a warm glow that seems to mock my current state. The walls are lined with portraits of stern-looking ancestors, their eyes seemingly judging me as I stumble past, a mere shadow of the man I once was. The sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses reaches us from a nearby room, growing louder with each step we take. The anticipation in the air is palpable, a heady mix of excitement and dread. Manuela's grip on my arm tightens, guiding me towards the source of the commotion. She pulls out a shiny red ballgag from a drawer in the hall table, and I feel a cold sweat break out on my forehead. "One final touch before we enter," she says, her voice dripping with a sadistic glee. She fastens the strap around my head, the ball filling my mouth and cutting off any hope of protest. The leather is cool against my tongue, and the taste of leather and something faintly metallic fills my senses. With a dramatic flourish, she opens the double doors to the grand living room, and the sound of the party hits me like a wall. The room is alive with the murmur of voices, the laughter of the depraved, and the throb of a bass that vibrates through the floorboards. I stumble behind her on the leash, the high heels making it impossible to keep up without wobbling. The crowd's gaze swings to us, and a hush falls over the room like a dark curtain. Their eyes devour me, a feast of lust and amusement. I'm on display, a humiliated spectacle for their entertainment. The leather bites into my neck as Manuela tugs the leash, leading me through the throng of partygoers. They're dressed in a masquerade of desire, their masks hiding identities but not their hunger. Some whisper crude suggestions, others reach out to grope my bound body, and I can do nothing but whimper into the ballgag. We reach the back of the room, and she pulls me through a narrow archway into a smaller chamber. The air here is hot and heavy, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint aroma of candles and incense. My eyes widen in horror as I see the fuckbench, its gleaming chrome a beacon of my impending degradation. The bench is situated in the center of the room, surrounded by velvet curtains that have been drawn back to reveal a wall of glass. On the other side, the living room is a sea of faces, all watching me with eager anticipation. "You see, my dear," Manuela says, her voice a velvety purr in my ear, "You're going to be the entertainment for the evening. Everyone wants a taste of our little slut." Her hand is firm as she pushes me over the fuckbench, my stomach and chest pressing against the cool leather. She secures my wrists and ankles with practiced ease, the metal cuffs snapping into place with a finality that sends a cold shiver down my spine. I'm immobilized, unable to do anything but accept my fate. The leather straps dig into my skin, reminding me of my vulnerability, my body laid bare and exposed for the pleasure of these strangers. Manuela picks up a blindfold, a wicked glint in her eye as she drapes it over my head. The room goes dark again, the only sensation the tightness of the fabric around my eyes. She whispers in my ear, her breath hot and sweet, "You will enjoy this, or you will pretend to enjoy this. If not, the punishment will be far worse than you can imagine." The threat is clear, and my heart races in response. The anticipation is almost unbearable, my mind racing with the horrors that might await me if I fail to perform. Then, a sudden coldness at my arm, a pinprick of pain, and I feel a warmth spreading through my veins. She's injected me with something, and I know it's not going to be a sedative to ease my suffering. No, this is something to keep me on edge, something to ensure I'm fully aware of every touch, every sensation, every violation. "Here's some Tina," she says, her voice a sultry purr, "It'll keep you nice and energetic for the festivities." The drug hits me like a wave, my fear morphing into a desperate, animalistic need for release. My cock strains against the pink cage, begging for attention, my body betraying me as it responds to the cocktail of chemicals coursing through me. The room seems to pulse with the bass from the party, the anticipation thickening like a fog around me. I can feel the eyes of the crowd outside the glass, hungry for what's to come. Manuela's voice, now amplified, fills the air, a siren's call in Portuguese that sends a shiver down my spine. Her words are lost in the haze of the language, but the tone is unmistakable. She's announcing my arrival, setting the stage for the night's main attraction. The murmur of the partygoers grows to a crescendo, and I know that they're waiting for me, eager to see what their hostess has in store for them. With a flick of her wrist, she switches to English, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she declares, "The sissyslut is now ready to be used." The crowd erupts into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable even through the glass that separates us. The sound of footsteps grows closer, the clack of heels on the marble floor a prelude to the symphony of debauchery that's about to unfold. I feel hands on my ass, the cool touch of latex-covered fingers sending a jolt through my body. The drug she's administered is working its magic, my senses heightened to a painful degree. And then, without warning, the buttplug is yanked out of me, the sudden emptiness making me gasp around the ballgag. The sound echoes through the chamber, and I feel the room spin around me, my legs threatening to give way. But before I can process the pain, I feel something else at my entrance, something thick and insistent. A cock, a real cock, pressing against the stretched and bruised opening. I try to tense up, to resist, but my body has other ideas. The cage around my dick feels like it's shrinking, the pressure building to an unbearable point. With a firm push, the cock breaches my ring of muscle, and I moan into the ballgag, the sound muffled but no less real. The intrusion is a shock to my system, sending waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. The plastic of the chastity cage is sticky with precum, a testament to the arousal that's been forced upon me, and I feel the shaft of the cock sliding in, inch by inch, filling me up. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of agony and ecstasy that lights up every nerve ending. The crowd's laughter and taunts blend into a cacophony of sound, a backdrop to the rhythmic pounding that's started in my ass. Each thrust is a declaration of their power over me, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole for their amusement. I can feel the head of the cock slamming against my prostate, sending bolts of pleasure-pain through my body. My eyes roll back into my head, and I bite down on the gag, the leather tasting salty with my own fear. The cock inside me is unyielding, a steel rod that claims my ass as its personal playground. The chastity cage feels like a vice, trapping my desperate erection, forcing it to pulse in time with the relentless fucking. Each stroke is a blend of agony and arousal, a confusing symphony that makes me want to both beg for mercy and plead for more. I can't tell if the sounds of approval are coming from the room beyond the glass or if they're just echoes in my own mind, a twisted form of encouragement that fuels the monster inside me. The cheers of the crowd outside the chamber grow louder, a crescendo of depraved voices that seem to be urging the guy to go harder, deeper. "The slut deserves it," they chant, their words piercing the veil of my thoughts, making me acutely aware of my role in this twisted play. And in a bizarre twist of fate, I feel a perverse thrill at the thought of being desired, of being the object of their lust. The ballgag in my mouth muffles my own whimpers, turning them into a series of wet, gagged moans that only serve to excite the onlookers more. The cock inside me doesn't let up, the pace quickening with a ferocity that leaves me gasping for air. The guy fucking me is relentless, his hips slapping against my bruised ass with a rhythm that's almost musical. He's not just using me; he's claiming me, marking me as his property for the duration of the party. And as much as I want to hate it, my traitorous body responds, my muscles tightening around the invading shaft, drawing him in even deeper. Suddenly, the pace reaches a crescendo, and I feel his cock swell, the head slamming against my prostate with a force that steals my breath away. He grunts, his hips jerking erratically, and then it hits me—his cum. It's a hot, sticky mess that fills me up, mingling with the cum of the shemales who came before him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense it's impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. He pulls out with a wet pop, leaving me feeling empty and used, a gaping hole that's been filled and emptied too many times to count. But the emptiness is fleeting, because almost immediately, I feel something new pressing against me, the blunt head of another cock seeking entry into my violated ass. The grip on the chastity cage tightens, and I know it's someone else, eager to claim their turn with the sissy slut on display. This one is thicker, the head a mushroom that stretches me wider than I thought possible. The audience outside the glass roars with approval as the newcomer starts to fuck me, their cheers and jeers spurring him on. The sensation is intense, the size and girth of this stranger's cock making the previous one feel almost gentle in comparison. He doesn't bother with any kind of foreplay, just rams into me with a force that makes the fuckbench shake. The pain is a crescendo that builds with each thrust, my ass feeling like it's being split in two. The leather of the bench is sticky with lubricant, sweat, and cum, providing a slick surface for his relentless pounding. The drug in my system amplifies everything, turning each sensation into a symphony of pain and pleasure that plays havoc with my sanity. The newcomer's grip on the chastity cage is cruel, twisting it slightly with each thrust, sending jolts of pain shooting through my groin. It's a reminder that no matter how much I might want to get hard, it's impossible. The plastic cage is a constant pressure, a taunting presence that keeps me from finding any relief. The cheers from the audience outside the glass room grow louder, a chorus of debauchery that seems to encourage the guy fucking me to go harder, faster. He grunts and swears in a language I don't understand, his hips a blur of motion as he takes his pleasure from my ravaged hole. The pain is intense, each stroke pushing me closer to the edge of what I think I can handle. Yet, there's something else there too, a dark thrill that makes my heart race and my breath come in gasps. The room spins around me, the only anchor the cold chrome beneath my cheek and the heat of the cock inside me. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he releases his load into my bowels. The sensation of his hot cum filling me up is almost too much to bear, and I cry out around the gag, the sound lost in the cacophony of the party. He pulls out, and for a brief moment, I feel relief—until the next one steps up. The crowd's cheers grow louder, the anticipation in the air thick with lust and malice. This one is even bigger than the last, the head of his cock nudging at my gaping hole with a determination that sends a shiver down my spine. The hands on the chastity cage tighten again, and I brace myself for the onslaught. He doesn't bother with gentle easing; he simply rams his way inside me, the force making me choke on the ballgag. The pain is intense, a white-hot agony that sets my nerves alight. I'm nothing but a receptacle for their lust, a living sex doll to be used and discarded. And yet, even amidst the pain, there's a dark thrill. The helplessness, the utter lack of control, it's a heady aphrodisiac that makes me wetter than I ever thought possible. My body is a canvas of sensation, each stroke painting a picture of degradation and pleasure. The crowd's chanting reaches a fever pitch, the rhythm of their applause syncing with the pounding of cocks into my ass. It's a symphony of debauchery, a chorus of sin that crescendos with every grunt and moan. The new guy starts to fuck me, his thick, unyielding cock stretching me to the brink of pain. Each thrust feels like a declaration of victory, a triumph over my dwindling dignity. I can't help but moan around the ballgag, the leather pressing against my teeth as my jaw goes slack from the overwhelming sensations. He's rough, his hands digging into my hips as he pulls me back onto him with a ferocity that's both terrifying and exhilarating. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoes in the chamber, a primal beat that joins the cacophony of the party. My body quivers with each new invasion, my muscles stretched to the limit. The chastity cage feels like a brand, a constant reminder that my cock is useless, trapped and unable to satisfy the desperate need that's building within me. The ache in my balls is a dull throb that underscores every sensation, a reminder of the humiliation I'm enduring. The crowd outside the glass can see everything, my desperation, my pain, my unwilling arousal, and they cheer and jeer in response. The men come and go, a never-ending procession of cocks that claim me as their own. They don't bother with names, just grunts and growls, the universal language of lust and power. Each one takes his fill, pumping his cum deep into me before moving aside for the next. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, punctuated by the slick sounds of lube and the occasional wet slap of a hand connecting with my ass. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat, cum, and lust that makes my head spin. After what feels like an eternity, I hear Manuela's voice, a sweet reprieve amidst the chaos. "Small break after this one," she calls out, her tone mockingly cheerful. The man behind me grunts in response, his hips slowing before coming to a sudden stop. The cock inside me pulses, and I feel the hot flood of his cum fill me up once more. He pulls out with a wet, sucking sound, and for a brief, sweet moment, my ass feels empty, the pain of his exit almost welcome. Manuela's hand is gentle as she removes the ballgag, allowing me to take a deep, gasping breath. The taste of leather and fear is replaced by the scent of her perfume, a heady bouquet that seems to intoxicate me even more. "Drink," she whispers in my ear, and I eagerly take the straw she holds to my lips. The cool liquid is a balm to my dry throat, and I gulp it down greedily. It's a sweet, fruity concoction, but I know better than to hope for a reprieve. As the last drops slip down my throat, she puts back the ballgag and administers another dose of the drug, the coldness of the needle a stark contrast to the heat of my body. The Tina races through my veins, and I feel my cock pulse in the chastity cage, desperate for release. The pressure builds, the need for an orgasm so intense it feels like my body is going to tear apart at the seams. The next cock presses against my already-stretched ass, and I gasp around the gag. It's a smaller one, but no less insistent, pushing into me with a gentle force that soon turns into a steady rhythm. This one is more considerate, his strokes measured and deliberate, almost tender. The crowd's cheers are distant, my world narrowed down to the fuckbench and the man behind me, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass. Manuela's heels click on the marble floor as she circles the bench, her hand tracing a line down my spine. "Look at you, taking it like a champ," she murmurs, the admiration in her voice a strange comfort amidst the pain. Her fingers dance over my skin, and despite the horror of my situation, I can't help but shiver at her touch. It's as if she's marking her territory, reminding me who's in charge. The man behind me starts to pick up the pace, his cock sliding in and out with an ease that's almost soothing. Each stroke sends waves of sensation crashing through me, a mix of pain and pleasure that I'm starting to crave. My ass feels like it's on fire, the ache a constant presence that seems to grow with each new round of abuse. Yet, even as I want to beg for it to stop, I find myself pushing back, silently begging for more. He reaches around, his hand finding the chastity cage that holds my cock captive. He squeezes, the pressure making me gasp around the gag. His grip tightens, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above the cage, and I feel a bolt of electricity shoot through me. It's a tease, a promise of what could be if only I were allowed to get hard. My hips buck, trying to grind against his hand, desperate for any kind of relief. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, he cums inside me, the hot spurts of his release filling me up once more. He pulls out, and for a moment, the cool air against my exposed ass provides a brief respite from the relentless pounding. But the reprieve is short-lived, as I feel another cock nudging against my sore, abused opening. The anticipation is unbearable, my body taut with tension. The crowd outside the glass room has gone wild, their cheers and catcalls a symphony of depravity that seems to fuel the men as they take their turns with me. This one is different, though—his touch is almost tender, his cock sliding into me with a gentle insistence that belies the roughness of the previous men. The cum of his predecessors runs down my legs, a sticky trail of humiliation that marks me as used. Yet, even amidst the pain and degradation, there's a strange comfort in the sensation of his cock moving within me. The cage around my balls feels tight, each pulse of his dick sending a fresh wave of agony through me. I'm trapped in a cycle of pain and pleasure, my body a plaything for these strangers' whims. Manuela's voice fills the room, her words a symphony of degradation and praise. "Look at our little bicha," she says in Portuguese, the word for "slut" rolling off her tongue like a caress. "Taking it so well, aren't you?" Her words cut through the haze of pain, sending a shiver down my spine. She's enjoying this, watching me be used like a common whore, and the realization sends a fresh jolt of arousal through my system. The man inside me starts to pick up the pace, his strokes growing more erratic, more urgent. His breathing is ragged, his grip on my hips tightening as he fucks me with an almost desperate need. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass fills the room, a rhythmic punctuation to the moans and grunts of the other partygoers. The chastity cage feels like it's shrinking, the pressure around my cock and balls increasing with each thrust. And just as I think I can't take any more, he cums with a guttural roar, his hot seed filling me up until I feel like I might burst. He pulls out, and the sudden emptiness is almost a relief—until the next one takes his place. The cock sliding into me now is thick and veiny, the man behind it groaning with pleasure as he sinks into my tight, used hole. The cycle begins anew, each thrust sending fresh waves of pain and pleasure crashing through me. The room is a blur of bodies and sounds, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Each cock feels different, each man claiming me with a ferocity that seems to fuel their desire. They're animals in heat, their hunger for my sissy body insatiable. The only constant is the cold, unforgiving steel of the chastity cage, a reminder that no matter how much I'm used, no matter how much I'm filled, I'm denied any kind of release. As one man pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction, Manuela's hand is there, stroking my sweat-slicked skin. "Good boy," she croons, her voice a sweet symphony of sadism. "You're doing so well." She administers another shot of Tina, the warmth spreading through my veins like liquid fire. The pain sharpens, the pleasure intensifies, and my body feels like it's on the brink of snapping. The next cock is immediately upon me, plunging into my abused hole without preamble. The crowd's chanting reaches a fever pitch, their excitement fueling my own. The fucking is relentless, a never-ending parade of cocks claiming me, using me, filling me with their hot, sticky cum. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, my thoughts reduced to a single, desperate mantra: "Please, no more, please, yes, more." Each man who takes his turn is different, yet the same in their hunger for my body. Some are rough, others almost gentle, but all of them leave me feeling more used and degraded than the last. The chastity cage is a constant presence, a painful reminder of my subjugation. The only respite comes when Manuela steps in, her cool hand on my feverish skin, administering another dose of Tina. It's a moment of almost sweet agony as the drug courses through me, heightening every sensation. As the party rages on, the frequency of the men claiming me starts to wane. My ass feels like it's been turned inside out, my body a playground for their lust. Each new cock is a fresh assault on my senses, pushing me closer to the brink of a climax that never comes. The ballgag in my mouth is slick with drool, my jaw aching from the strain. But even amidst the pain, I crave the feeling of being filled, the pressure on my prostate that sends jolts of pleasure through my body. The last cock inside me pulls out with a wet pop, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. The room is quiet, save for the distant sounds of the partygoers, their cheers and laughter muffled by the thick glass walls. I'm left there, trembling and exposed, cum dripping from my stretched hole and running down the insides of my thighs. The chastity cage feels like a brand, a constant reminder of my role as a mere fucktoy. And then, the sweet relief of silence is shattered by the sound of Manuela's heels clicking against the floor as she approaches. "Good night, my bicha," she purrs, the words sending a shiver down my spine. Her hand caresses my cheek, a gentle touch that seems almost tender. I can feel her hot breath against my skin as she leans in, the scent of her perfume mixing with the musky aroma of the room. "You've been a very good boy." Her voice is like a lullaby, soothing and yet filled with a sinister undertone that sends a shiver through my body. The partygoers have had their fun, leaving me a trembling, cum-soaked mess, and now she's here to bid me farewell. The weight of the chastity cage feels like a thousand pounds, a constant reminder of the humiliation and degradation I've endured. The ballgag is sticky with drool, the taste of leather and fear a constant presence in my mouth. As Manuela's footsteps fade away, the only sound that remains is the steady drip of cum from my abused hole. The fuckbench beneath me is cold and unforgiving, a stark contrast to the warmth that was once there. The room is eerily silent, the muffled sounds of the party outside the glass walls a distant echo of the depravity that just occurred. The ache in my body is a symphony of pain, each muscle screaming out in protest, my ass feeling like it's been ravaged by a pack of wild animals. My mind starts to drift, the edges of consciousness blurring together. The drug-induced haze is wearing off, leaving me with the bitter taste of reality. I'm alone now, the only witness to my own degradation. The bench beneath me seems to vibrate with the ghosts of the men who've claimed me, their echoing grunts and growls a testament to my submission. My body feels like it's on fire, the pain a living entity that feeds on my suffering. And yet, amidst the pain and despair, there's something else. A warmth that spreads through me, a glow of arousal that refuses to be extinguished. Each time I think it's gone, it flares back to life, a stubborn ember that won't be snuffed out. It's a perverse thrill, a twisted sense of pride that I've been able to withstand this much. The chastity cage feels like a medal of dishonor, a symbol of the sissy slut I've become. My thoughts drift to Manuela, her touch a phantom caress that lingers on my skin. Her words echo in my mind, a sweet poison that fuels my dark desires. "Good night, my bicha," she'd said, her voice a siren's song that promises more torment. I don't know if I'll ever see her again, but the memory of her dominance will be etched in my soul forever. As the last of the partygoers leave, their footsteps fading into the night, my body feels heavy, my muscles limp from overuse. The chastity cage is a cruel reminder of the evening's events, the tightness around my cock and balls a constant throb of painful pleasure. The cum inside me starts to cool, a thick, sticky mess that marks my complete surrender. The room feels empty without their hands, their cocks, their sounds of satisfaction. The only company now is the cold, hard bench beneath me and the echo of my own ragged breaths. My body begs for rest, the ache in my ass a testament to the relentless pounding it endured. The Tina still hums in my veins, but the high is giving way to exhaustion, the thrill of the night's debauchery slowly fading into the background. My eyes grow heavy, each blink taking more effort than the last. The weight of the chastity cage seems to increase with every passing moment, a leaden reminder of my enslavement. The room spins as sleep starts to claim me, the pain in my body a distant throb that's almost soothing in its familiarity. The fuckbench cradles me, a twisted lover that's taken all that I have to give. And than i drift off in a restless sleep.

Thanks for the kind words, even though I am sometimes looking for a harsh flogging. I am been a Breeding Zone Lurking Fan for some time and decided it was time to contribute more than spooge in a tissue. Your comments warm my cockles! 7-14-2025 The ride home I was wobbly and high. I was confused, anxious, and maybe a little paranoid. I thought I was being followed, I took a circuitous rt back home took off my bike shorts and socks which smelled ass residue and cum, sniffed my running shoes as well and put them all in the wash with plenty of detergent and started the quick cycle. I went to the master bath and noticed the bidet. I had always ignored cunty womanly things but decided to try it and rinse some of my shame away. I remembered the taste of my own ass on the trolls cock and told myself next time, I’ll use this before… no WAIT! It was never going to happen, ever again. I went into the shower and turned all the nozzles to HOT. During the shower I remembered the twink talking about Chem Piss and the warm burning just like Burts ‘bump’. I was coming down from whatever had been pissed up my ass so I stopped the shower, pooped out as much cum, piss and threads of red then took another shower. I normally sleep in running shorts or boxers, but feeling the continued wetness of my hole, I used cotton briefs, running shorts and PJ bottoms to help absorb my secrets. I crashed into bed and slept like a dead man. I was awakened by a yelp. Adam was in my door dripping with a towel around his waist exclaiming Dude! Did you have to use ALL the hot water? And stomped off to his room tossing the towel on the hamper as he passed. I lay there and tried to assess where my life had gone wrong and flexed my aching muscles and eventually drifted off to a disturbed bizarre slumber. When I woke, there was an itch in my ass and I felt that need for something addictive. Alcohol was no option and getting friends to buy for me in my condition was risky. What my soul longed for is some strong weed or maybe a little voice said – something stronger? Jim and Brad were out, that left Adam (who was not around) or Burt. I practiced my apology the entire way walking over. As I knocked on the door, it opened and before I could say a word I was snatched inside! I was crying I’m sorry please don’t kill me! The laughter continued. Kill You? You’re an A number 1 cock sleeve and your loyalty in not reporting us showed you to be a trustworthy addict and those are few and hard to find. Plus, we got some free access to Adams Streaming channel and drinks on the house at the leather bar. “So, you’re not mad” I stammered? Well, I was pissed but you took it like a man! Or perhaps a little Girl! To some chuckling agreement around the circle. What’s your pleasure? I hesitantly asked about his term ‘bump’? Burt Exclaimed Damn! Every Gayboy needs a mentor! There is no manual for Douching and Bumping! I agreed and told him about my distasteful lesson on ass cleanouts. I also inquired about Chem Piss? Shure boy, recycling is good for the environment! Lets go to the classroom! I was led downstairs to the basement and was told to strip. I was shivering on the piss damp floor but needed that hot/horny feeling again. There is the flogging Cross, but that is advanced upper-class level for sure. The Dog Cage but you are a little lanky and big for that. The Stocks are also advanced. Lets try my favorite teaching platform the sling! Normally there would be a safe word but that is for Freshmen and you are obviously at least a Sophomore Collegiate Jock. Help him in the sling boys. For Meth, Tina, Crystal, etc. less is more. Too Much and you cannot subtract (get me)? Basic portions are called favors. You can snort (but not today), There is the Slam which is an injection, we’ll see how you do with the pipe and the bump. Hmm, You have already smoked Tina Based Weed (That is what started this Rodeo), there is the Booty Bump which you were present at but in no condition to appreciate, then there is the Pipe which I think you will like. I know you used a bong for some of my weed in the past, the pipe is like that but without the water. Too much can result in a Tombstone, Too Little Nothing Much. Middle mark your Horney as Hell, a little bit over that, you get Tina Dick which is your tool trying to hide from others. Lets try for the Goldilocks Just right measure shall we? Let’s start with the pipe, then progress to the Booty Bump. What followed was a repeat of my Biker Gang Bang but I was an semi-educated slut this time (or so I thought). The differences were instead of sobbing and take it out, my new programmed slut responses where more, deeper, harder, faster. When things became coherent again and I had spiraled down to Earth, Burt said That Was FUN! Lets do it again sometime. I saw you are now POZ, I can get you branded or tatted if you want. I have enough college boys that will pay for POZ and I’ll whore you out for favors and cash. Think about it and don’t be a stranger. You can make some extra cash to help with your scholarship! I woke to a sunny but windy day, to an unhappy psyche and aching muscles. On top of all of that my asshole was itching. Did my business on the toilet, then the bidet, but my ass was still itching. I pressed a dollop of Vaseline up my hole. Mom was still home and sternly asked ‘what did I tell you about your nasty clothes’ I froze and opened my mouth but she said ‘this is the last time I’m going to tell you to not use a spin setting when you wash your tennis shoes and bustled out to her car and work. I had planned to go running until I fixed my bicycle and had forgotten about my shoes. However, they had been opened up and were on the round box fan blowing vertically. I felt ashamed that my Mom was casually looking out for me when I could I could not plan or organize squat. I laced up my nearly dry shoes and went on a run definitely steering clear of the park toilets on the other side of the hills after a good stretch of all the muscles, especially calves, thighs, hips and back. I ran towards the college Football Fields and Track Grounds. From baseball, and basketball, I was not into distance running, but combined sprints with light jogging for over a mile to the Track Fields. I jogged past to the woods beyond where meandering paths had plenty of shade along with benches and picnic tables. The woods were empty this morning except for two guys, one of whom flashed his cock at me. As a jock, I had plenty of experience ignoring cock and ass when I was just one of the team, but my new parasite of sin made me double take and trip causing a total wipeout. Had this been on pavement I would have left a skidmark of skin and blood. In this regard I was lucky since I only received scrapes and a mouthful of dirt. They stopped their teasing games and ran to me - after a quick check helped me to a picnic table. As I came to my senses, the curly haired one was apologizing. Sorry Dude, we were just kidding but then he noticed I was ignoring his words and staring at his crotch. Curly said to his buddy “He might be a little dazed but likely not suffering from attention deficit disorder. I was just now tuning into their conversation. Curly’s friend replied you Pre-Med fags are all the same – diagnosing a young lad you think with your cock while he laughed harder. Curly started to retort but stopped. He flipped down his shorts and said you like what you see? When I licked my lips Curly said see Ted, just a lad that knows what he likes, then to me well, let my lil buddy know how much you admire him and my mouth descended and sheathed his uncut cock. Ted said wow! Shouldn’t we check for a concussion? Curly scolded him stop Ted, you know it’s hard to look into someone’s eyes when they are sucking your cock but – hey kid look up at me with both eyes! I did the long doe eyed look at him, both pupils a little blown, rules out a concussion. He does not look like a Meth Whore but he sure sucks like one. Ted said maybe further testing is required. He went behind me and pulled my shorts down. When he fingered my hole he found the Vaseline dollop. Ted said I do not know about the meth factor but he certainly passes the whore test. I moaned and leaned back off of Curly’s dick which dropped out of my mouth as I moaned. Ted rolled back and I was fully hilted on his cock. Curly went to our legs, pulled my shorts off of one leg-spread me and in a confusing maneuver started DPing my ass. To my astonishment, my body did not put up much of a ruckus except that my cock felt ready to burst.as the rolling rubed past my love button, a shrieked, my ass contracted and I brought them to a happy ending as I was spraying the table with my seed. Just then a crackle of branches and campus security rolled up in a golf cart. An insane flash of the old joke that the person on the bottom always gets caught interrupted my train of thought but in this situation I was on top! I levitated off of their poes with a plop and was off through the brush like a startled deer. With my shorts hooked on one shoe. By the time I made it home, my torn shorts were mostly hiding my sins but my full bore dash through the scrub made me look like I had lost a fight with an alley cat. I knocked on Adams door (remembering he last time) but he was not in. I downed a bottle of water and got cleaned up and dressed, wrote Adam a note and collapsed in the den’s easy chair. /// I woke to Adam shaking my shoulder with a concerned look. What’s the matter? Wearily I brought him up to date. Lets go to my room. Once inside he closed and locked the door, ‘Cameras are off – I promise’. He went to his computer and started some searched. Yes, confirmed, my seroconversion was a matter of days but there are cases where it can last weeks. Maybe a reaction to your meds? My face fell. What, you have not been taking your meds? Bro, some people decide to drop meds, but control and countermeasures to the initial replication of the Virus is why it was so rampart when unchecked in the Patient Zero Days. At first, there were no tools to stop it, then the tools were marginally successful but also toxic. But Bro, you need to stop the avalanche before you can dig out. Got your scripts? Lets go get your meds right fucking now! The next afternoon, I was legs up in Dr. Fardshisheh’s gynecological table (I had finally learned to pronounce his name). and he was finishing his checkup. Adam was setting in the ‘parent/chaperone’ chair. The Doc told me he was disappointed in me, he had asked for and expected me to follow his advice – perhaps he needed to report me to the County Health Department for being insincere or unserious about your health and the health of others. Since you are adverse to counselling or reporting. I understand why you will not be doing a sexual assault outcry since I subscribe to your Brothers Page and saw your production. Don’t you remember I said I was a fan? We are going to try some non-standard practice and treatments. It appears your seroconversion and or some possible neurological issues may be causing hyper sexualization. It would explain a lot. There is unfortunately no blood or simple behavioral test that would adequately explore your triggers within a useful timeframe. We have noticed a few things in further exams.. Your adventure in the woods have added to your fissure count. Nurse Beckett is going to administer the medication to make sure the application instructions are followed to the letter. He is going to rubber up since he does not want to catch any of the other bugs you have managed to pick up in the last few days. If we time it right, you will not get the ‘pissing glass shards’ feeling from the Gonorrhea. I now serve notice that there are more extreme things that can be done to mitigate your hyper sexualization. Locking butt plugs that lock to a cock and ball ring for one. These can be fun, but become intolerable after a time. For now, Nurse Buckner will administer the first treatments. He loves baseball and loves to use his bat on jock balls. Your meds are intravenous. I know you are a little stressed and forgetful. This way, we know you have taken your meds. Nurse? RN Bruckner stepped up on the step of the gynecological table and lowered his scrubs. His hands were gloved up and he rolled silicone rubber on his 8“ uncut cock. He took some anal gel and loaded a fat syringe. He used a little lube on a finger to get the tip in and sent the plunger home. He then inserted his cock and pushed it in to the hilt to my groans and whimpers. He pumped his cock in and out a few times, then withdrew his cock and reshot another dose of medication deep into my colon followed by his cock plunger. Adam told me he advised you to douche before coming, and your normal bowel functions will deliver the medications to your fissures just like a hemorrhoid package would. As Nuse Buckner continued his part, Adam manipulated my balls and the Doc stroked me to a milking explosion. This was repeated until I was crying in agony and only a little ooze could be produced by further milking. … To Be Continued…. (note) I nay have scrambled a paragraph sequence. I'll review when I am sober. Cheers!

Getting fucked is about mind over everything else. When you're in the headspace your guy will go in easily because you're relaxed. It's not you're trying to take him, it's you feel empty of him before he even goes in. This isn't something that easily happens first time though, and that's ok. You don't need to get everything perfectly first time for it to be good. Dildos may or may not help. They're not essential. Many guys, I'm one of them, just went for it first time with another guy. For me, dildos and dicks are totally different. Dildos don't make me horny or excited to be inside me like a guy does, they're just a hard bit of not sexy plastic being shoved in to a very personal space. Zero pleasure, even when I'm the one driving, just lots of not sexy grunting and pain. So you maybe can or maybe can't take a dildo, depends what headspace they put you in. And that's really it, does the guy you want to try with make you want it? If he does, you'll get there. If a dildo sound fun, chances are they could work for you too, but if not they may be unhelpful.

I read the site policies carefully. I think I am good and can thread this story without any infringements. If the moderators disagree, then the story ends here. Otherwise, we might have fun. So, before I go on with any chapter(s), here is the introduction. Your modest author does not condone criminal activities like abduction, non-consensual relation, coercion, blackmail, physical abuse and stealthing, nor he approves right violation, systemic racism, therapy conversion, discrimination and any other "trumpinesque" idiotic actions we see these days against our community. But you should know, he will talk or refer about it in this story. The author admits having a twisted mind and, as in his other stories, everything is fictional with a small part inspired by real life events. Synopsis: A group of college students gets abducted during a spring sport field trip, a few weeks before the school year ends. They will all return home, eventually. And graduate, although it might not be how they envisioned it. Introduction “What do you mean we lost the entire team?” exclaimed Willem Bausch, Will for his friends, director of the Calder Sport’s Orientation Camp. “Well, probably not lost, but we just don’t know where they are” said his interlocutor at the other end of the line. “The bus should have been here, like, 2 hours ago”. “And you telling me this just now!”, an incredulous Will replied. “Well, the bus GPS shows that they are at a rest stop. Neither Coach nor the driver answered their phone. We called the rest stop, and the lady said that there is no bus there, and didn’t see one all morning. We sent Mr. Wilkins. He should have seen the bus on his way, but nada. Should we call the police?” *** “How many were they?” Chief Stripling asked. “What?... You lost 17 college baseball athletes, their coach and the driver…! In a bus trip…! You are kidding me, right…? No… ugh… I’ll send Jerry and Sandro right away. I’ll be there as well shortly” Chief Stripling looks at his phone. It was ten to two and it was Cinco de Mayo. No victory here today. He let out a long sigh. *** Coach Ignacio Perez and the driver Gus Taylor were found few hours later in the city public restroom - two blocks from the Calder camp, a 4-minute walk - tied, gagged and the door locked from the inside. The only thing they remembered was making the mandatory stop at the corner of 1st avenue and 32nd Street, and then nothing. Literally nothing. The team remains to be found. And thus, our story begins.

stopped PrEP. Welcome all loads

Yep. Long been a fantasy of mine. For a couple short periods, the fantasy became reality. I've been a porn star, and a great majority of us are juiced so we can keep in great shape year-round. The beef is part of what sells, and is why you don't see overweight guys in films. I don't know much about the things I put in my body back then. I had a coach, and just did what he told me, and it worked. Took out the guesswork and it didn't give me reasons to pause and consider what I was doing. Never had Tren. But definitely D-bol, Deca, Masteron, and Test. I was fucking radioactive and I loved the feeling. Would totally do it again.

Athlete One Joey Fernandez was sweating. A lot. His armpits were all wet. The fact that he had a thick hood over his head didn’t help. Nor the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tightly bound to a thick leather collar which was too tight and slowed its respiration. His ankles were tied too. He couldn't move any of his limbs as he sat there panicking and sweating. His first thought was a prank. His teammates put up a prank on him. He didn’t remember anything. One second, he was sleepily sitting on the bus, the next he was gagged and bound. Joey could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, each one sending a wave of dread through his body. Then nothing. Silence. He jolted back when two hands grabbed and twisted his nipples through his thin uniform, pulling him up and forcing him to walk. More likely a drag than a walk. The pain inflicted on his nipples was excruciating. Tears were rolling on his cheeks down to the collar. He strained against his bindings, desperately trying to free himself, but every movement seemed to tighten the grip on his nipples. Another hand cupped his crotch, strongly squeezing his balls which caused him to jerk backward, causing more pain to his nipples as the hands, expecting such reaction, pulled forward without mercy. Slightly bent, someone was groping him and someone else was twisting his nipples. The idea of a prank vanished completely when he felt his pants pulled down from behind, exposing his narrow ass to two thick lubed fingers who found the virgin hole easily. Joey felt his first-ever non-self-inflicted orgasm from anal stimulation. The ordeal lasted barely a minute, enough time for his body to cream the jockstrap. The sensation was overwhelming. He was panting. Gone were the hands on his balls and nipples. He realized that nobody was holding him and that he was rocking himself on the fingers lodged in his ass. Only surreptitiously. *** Joey was dropped into the dimly lit bedroom on the second floor. The hood was suddenly removed followed by the gag. Mr. Marksman, his neighbor, was standing in front of him which was weird enough. But that wasn’t the weirdest. Mr. Marksman was naked, except for a leather pouch covering his bits. Marksman was a faggot. Joey knew this. Fuck, everyone knew it. The way he leered at Joey when he was mowing the backyard made him angry and flip a finger toward the man each time. Marksman would laugh and rub his crotch obscenely. Scissors in hand, Marksman wasted no time to rip the uniform. Joey immediately knew something bad would happen to him. Following the scissors came the clipper, then the razor. Forty-five minutes later, Joey was hairless. Hair and pubes were part of the past. “I like my bitch smooth” Like a frightened snail, Joey’s balls had retreated as far as possible, and his shriveled cock looked like a small walnut. For which Marksman teased him merciless. Teasing was not the only thing planned for his balls. For over almost two hours, Marksman taught Joey the ABC of the CBT scene. With a lot of tell and show. Marksman was a good teller and Joey’s cock and balls a living proof of the show. So much fun according to Marksman. The next hours were focused on his poor ass. Marksman physically explained the difference between the "S" from the "M" and, just like that, Joey was introduced to the roleplay of ‘S&M’. As much as he wanted to hate all of it, his treacherous cock was telling a different story. Marksman pointed out Joey’s very hard erection. “Stiff as a martini with no vermouth” a wiseman said once. Joey fell into oblivion when the expert cocksucker lowered his head and swallow the entire cock in his hot mouth. Three non-stop spectacular blowjobs left his balls drained and dried like two small raisins. *** “Do you want me to fuck you? “I’m not gay”, Joey mumbled, trying to avoid the cock entering is mouth. “I am, and you didn’t say no” a mocking Marksman replied “Now that you know what I want, what would you do for me to avoid being fucked?” By noon time, Joey had divulged all his intimate habits, dirty secrets, fantasies, even his social and online bank account credentials. All of them. All of it. Alas, Joey ran out of options and the ball gag went back in place. “I guess it’s time to fuck you” And fucked Joey would be. He just didn’t know it yet. Marksman took his time. The anticipation was as exciting as the act. He needed Joey to understand and agree to this, or at last making him believe that he willingly agreed to this. First, let him associate pain with pleasure. A fat finger slipped in Joey’s ass, eliciting tears and grunts. The finger made it home. The second finger rang the doorbell. A mind exploding sensation for Joey. At the end of the day, while Joey was left alone to reminisce about his journey, he had to admit it was amazing that the expert fingers had found his prostate, but it would have been even more amazing if they didn’t. Marksman might have been a faggot, but no girls ever gave him this level of horniness. His mind had shifted instantly and relished the gently pressure inside of his ass. The third finger was strenuous. Joey was bucking his ass against the intrusion as much as he was trying to stimulate his prostate again. Despite the directive to not look at the hidden camera, Marksman did. A large grin was on the man’s face. Whoever were his blackmailers, he never has been happier in his life than now. Except maybe for the moment when he would nut for the first time in Joey’s virgin ass. The man was naked now, the leather pouch unable to contain the fairly large man’s hard cock. No more bits and nuts. A full-grown man cock, hard and throbbing, assorted with a swinging pair of balls hovering over Joey’s face, leaking toxic precum on Joey’s sexy-stretched lips by the gag. The merciless fingers were suddenly removed. Dreading a fourth finger, Joey opened his eyes to see Marksman between his legs, pushing a thicker-than-three-fingers cock in his sore ass to the hilt. One second, the fully embedded cock was resting, the next second it was drilling him a new hole. On each pass, the cock shaft was frotting with his overstimulated love button, eliciting moans from Joey, moans that were clearly captured in the video. “You like my cock, you little slut? Do you want me to cum in you?" Joey mumbled something that sounded like a “go” or a “no”. “I have a full poz load just for you” Marksman said nonchalantly. Frowning, Joey made it clear he didn’t understand what his neighbor was referring to. Marksman leaned down and was now tongue fucking his ear and gently biting his earlobe. Then the man started whispering the fact of life to Joey. “Now that you know what you will get, what would you do for me to avoid being bred with my toxic babies?” With regrets and a huge effort, Marksman pulled his cock out and removed the gag. “Please man… don’t…” an out of breath Joey started saying before being gagged again. “Don’t what, pussy boy? Don’t stop fucking you? Don’t waste my toxic cum?” an amused Marksman asked. With two fingers sliding back in his hole, right to his prostate, Joey lost all his protesting thoughts. At this moment, Joey would have sold his mother for the urgent need to cum, and more importantly, not be infected by the faggot’s cum. Instead, he signed a document that Marksman showed him. His mother was safe, but not his body and soul which were now tied to a 25-year contract with an obscure corporation named HMS (His Master Slut) which would act as his sport agent (taking 80% of his revenue), marketing and advertising advisor (entertaining gigs for rich perverts) and personal life counselor (submitting to his new owner). Marksman never stops his ministrations on Joey’s hole. It was a derelict Joey that begged him once the gag was removed again. “Oh man! Don’t stop… I… I… I need to cum badly! Please harder!” “Look at that!” Marksman chuckled. “You like having your ass played? Who is the faggot now?” Joey was now looking at this despicable man he often named-call a faggot or worse, his neighbor, a man older than his own dad, a man with a cock bigger than his own, a man that took his cherry; well, he was begging this man to make him cum. “I’m sorry… I did mean to… I... Please... let me cum… I… I…” Joey was hesitant, but his brain had surrendered a long time ago to the fingers in his ass, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll mow your lawn all summer for free!” “For free? Mmmh… Barefoot and shirtless?” “Yes!” a frantic Joey replied while fucking himself on the fingers “In cutoff short and no underwear?” “Yes” came the desperate reply “Mmmh… I don’t know. It seems an easy punishment for such a bad behavior” “Come on, man, I’m sorry… I…” “Ok deal, but you need to let me fuck you again and I will make you cum” Marksman never waited for an answer as he resumed fucking the athlete under him. His cum was magnificent and Joey got his first poz load. The following morning, three masked men picked up Joey, the video and the contract to a different orientation camp.

PICTURE - 1991: If porn includes pixelated black/white photos that took 2 hours to download on your computer of two guys naked but barely touching each other, then that was it. 1991 VIDEO: 1996/2000: If you include me sneaking into bathhouses with a fake ID at 16 (legal at 18) then 1996. Officially, 2000 when I turned 21 at any gay bar that I went to. It was more like background noise, you didn't really watch. Some combination of Falcon, Hot House, BelAmi - all very condom. They'd always mix in some grainy Jeff Stryker shit from the 70s/80s. You couldn't really buy gay porn anywhere so you had to mail order and it was expensive, so porn in the home wasn't really a thing unless you wanted to spend that money. MY FIRST IN HOME JERK PORN (VHS): 2001: I think I saw an ad in the back of a gay magazine that had an ad for HDK which is how I found the website which didn't really have much of anything except for pictures of the VHS cover. I IMMEDIATELY KNEW SEEING THEN READING about World's Hungriest Cumhole. Three dudes on their knees in a dungeon taking a bunch of rugged raw dick and getting marked with black markers to confirm who could take the most loads! FUCK YES! I was so nervous about it arriving, and I watched it so many times that the tape actually broke. HDK was all you had back then in terms of BB porn and some of their movies were great (Hole Hunters, first time I saw WS), some were not. P.S. I believe I learned the term "cream pie" at this point and thought somehow there were going to be pies involved, like the type people throw in the faces of others. Seriously.

It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

Okay, let’s science this shit. The human rectum, as the last part of the colon preceding the anal canal, extends 15-17cm (5.9-6.7in) inward and upward from the anal opening before it terminates at a sharp bend known as the rectosigmoid junction. At this junction lies what is considered the first valve of the rectum. The rectum has usually three valves (the “valves of Houston”) which do not form compartments in the rectum, but move laterally to support fecal matter entering the rectum; if they didn’t, there would be an urge to defecate as soon as anything entered the rectum and we would have much less bowel control. These are not valves in the sense that they can completely close or open the passage by contraction. Most people have three rectal valves, though rarely there can be two or four. The presence of an actual “sphincter” at the location of the first valve is a matter if debate among medical researchers. No distinct physical apparatus is present to cause the complete closure of the rectum from the sigmoid colon. Studies have, however, demonstrated that the location is an area of high manometric pressure, raising the possibility that the rectosigmoid junction functions as a kind of “open sphincter” partially regulating the passage of matter between the two zones. So, it is likely that a cock attempting to penetrate beyond the rectum into the relatively open space of the sigmoid colon above will encounter resistance in the form of a zone constricted both by its general dimensions and by an autonomous reaction to regulate the passage of matter. Additional resistance will result from the fact that the sigmoid colon takes roughly a 90° turn at the junction, and further penetration along the canal requires rearrangement of the internal anatomy - failure to make the adjustment could result in a disastrous breach if the colon wall. Note again that the maximum average length of the rectum to the junction is only 6.9 inches. It does not require an 11” cock, or even an 8” cock, to penetrate beyond the rectosigmoid junction. So I have to question accounts that report only feeling the sensation when their amazingly hung 12” Top does the fucking. As to penetration beyond the junction resulting in permanent impotence... please. No physical structures related to erection are present at, or connected to, the anatomy in question that could remotely result in impotence. And if that weren’t enough, empirical evidence produced daily in the form of fucks given with long cocks demonstrates that that is grade-A hogwash. I’ve lost track of the number of 8”+ cocks that have been balls-deep in me, and I have no problem getting it up. Can we please stop acting like this is anything but someone’s fantasy?

7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."

Part 3 Todd began to grunt which friend into now if a howl as I felt his cock grow harder and then I could feel his cock spasm inside my hole m as he exclaimed, “FUCK! FUCK YEAH! FUCK, TAKE MY DIRTY CUM!” I heard one of the guys who was standing next to us and had witnessed my getting fucked say, “Breed that bitch, give him your charged load.” I heard another guy yell, “Fuck yeah Todd, poz that neg ass.” I was trying to figure out what they meant with each comment when Todd resumed fucking me, his cock still rock hard as he let me know, “Now I own you, I own your ass” which he punctuated when a couple deep, hard thrusts. Todd fucked me for a good 10 minutes before he paused, put his arms under me and told me, “Put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around me.” In this position Todd was able to pick me up. He continued to fuck me as he carried me over to this ‘swing’ like contraption I heard someone referred to as a ‘sling’. He placed me I the leather seat while a couple of the guys watching us helped by putting my legs I the stirrups. Todd was now standing as he continued to fuck me as I lay in the sling. The sling seemed to give him an advantage allowing him to fuck me deeper. He made sure that every stroke he made inside my ass was looking, deep and with purpose as he said, “Yeah, you’re starting to feel it, you’re starting to feel my DNA burrowing into your body. You feel my DNA becoming part of you. Soon it will start to take over your thoughts, your desires, your dreams and your fantasies.” His words danced through my head. All my random thoughts began to fly out of my head as Todd's words began to dominate my thoughts. He smiled at as he continued to fuck me working the cum he deposited inside me into the walls of my ass. As strange as it sounded when Todd spoke of it, it felt like his sperm was burrowing into my cells. I could tell that his DNA was working is way into all parts of my body, working into my brain, taking over my thoughts. I was starting to feel different, I was starting to think different. My mind was focused only on Todd’s words and actions as he worked his cock in and out of my ass. I began to work my ass muscles tightening my ass muscles as Todd was pulling out and relaxing my ass when he pushed in. Surprisingly my mind was thinking about getting him to breed me again. I could tell by the expressing on his face that he could feel what I was doing with my ass. He smiled and said, “That's my little bitch, work that ass. You want more of my dirty cum?” My only answer as he continued to fuck me was a nod is my head ‘Yes’. He continued, “Not to worry, I’ve got plenty my charged seed for you, able once I’m certain that I’ve given you enough of my jizz to convert you I’ll let others fuck you.” He paused taking to me for about a minute as his breathing and the pace he was fucking me began to increase. His cock began to become harder and thicken as he continued, “What do you think? I figure they can fuck you for $10 and breed you for $25.” Again he paused, but only for a few seconds when he suddenly said as he was about to breedme for the second time, “FUCK! It doesn’t matter what you think. I own your ass and I plan on renting it out so you might as well get used to the idea.” I continued to milk his cock with my ass when suddenly Todd slammed his cock balls deep inside me. I felt his cock spasm letting me know he was breeding me again as he kissed me for the first time. My body responded as I let his tongue pushed into my mouth. As I was experiencing my first man-on-man kiss Todd’s words from earlier were still dominating my mind. His DNA was taking over and becoming part of me as I was trying to get more of his lips as we kissed me and he continued to slowly fuck me. While we were still kissing I started to think about what was really consuming my thoughts was a strong desire for another needle I my arm. This new drug he gave me, Tina he valued it, made me feel so good that I had to have more. For a split second I worried what Todd would think about me if I asked for another one so soon, but then the desire for the needle, the need for the drug won out and when we stopped kissing I sheepishly asked, “You think I can get another ‘shot’ of that new drug?” Todd answered me with a chuckle while he continued to slowly fucked me, “First of all the drug is called Tina. It’s also known as ice, clear, crystal or meth but it’s better know as methamphetamine. The needle is called a rig or point and the ‘shot’ you are asking about is known as a slam.” I now understand the reason behind his ‘chuckle' as I smiled and corrected my request, “Can I get another slam of Tina?” Todd grinned like the Cheshire cat sitting in the tree above Alice as answered, “Absolutely, I signs use another slam myself.” Todd continued to slowly fuck me as a tourniquet was placed on my arm and a couple rigs seemingly appeared from no where. Todd stop me fucking to administer my slam telling me, “You will learn for to self administer how own slam when you start working.” I wasn’t sure what he meant by ‘working’ but I knew I was going to want to know how to make a administer my own slam. Todd wiped my arm with alcohol and explained as he was administering my slam, “Find a nice fat vein and slip the needle in, then pull the plunger back slightly getting a flash of red indicating your you’re in the vein then slowly empty the contents.” The tourniquet was snapped off and I began to cough while Todd administer his own slam. Then we were each handed a small glass of Gatorade with GHB. Todd explained, “GHB, better known as G, enhances the Tina and increases your horniness.” Right after we each downed our drinks Todd resumed slow fucking me as we kissed some more. He gradually picked up his pace as I flexed my ass muscles truly to milk another load out of him. With Todd’s silence and the way he was fucking me had me thinking he was teasing me. It was starting to drive me to the point I worked my ass harder and began ask him, “Are you getting tired? I need you did breed me again. I really wanted more of your special cum.” Todd just grinned at me and have me a couple of quick ‘jabs’ with his cock before responding to me, “You really want more of my special cum? Are you sure you really want me to give you the gift of my special gift?” I answered, “Fuck yeah give my your special gift.” This cause a couple of the guys watching Todd fuck me to laugh at one of them said ‘I bet you do’ and another said ‘Be careful what you ask for.’ Todd must have been holding out when he suddenly began to rabbit fuck me and within minutes free as ready to breed me for the third time. As his breathing began to pick up and I can’t his cock get harder and thicker Todd leaned his face close to mine to where we were almost touching when he asked me, “Do you really want my gift? Do you understand what is special about my cum? Why my cum is dirty?” I had no idea what he meant by his questions. All I knew was that I needed him to cum in my ass and breed me. I tightened my ass trying to milk that load out of him and said, “Fuck, just give me your cum and breed me.” Todd grunted out as I felt his cock throb as he fired his load deep inside me. He had a smirk on his face like along with several guys that had been watching us as Todd pushed my hands over my head he kissed me. While he was kissing me and held my hands over my head I was distracted and barely noticed it when my wrists were placed in restraints followed by my ankles. Todd pulled his cock out of my ass and said, “It’s time for your ass to make me some money. You can fuck the bitch for $10, and breed the bitch when your diseased cum for $25. Who wants to go first and help convert this pretentious rich boy into my poz whore?"