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This is one long self contained story. I hope you boys enjoy. How did this happen to me, I wondered as I watched another man enter my boyfriend’s now gaping hole. My cock throbbed and a river of precum leaked from the tip. I’d been this hard in my life. I was turned on watching my boyfriend get fucked over and over. My boyfriend who had been the top in our relationship was being gang banged in front of me, and I was turned on by it. What did that say about either of us? “The guy who used to pound your pretty little hole is a cum hungry slut now,” a gruff voice said in my ear. I pulled at the ropes binding me to the chair, trying to see the man who spoke but could get myself loose. “Your top jock boyfriend just needed a little push, and now he’s my fucking slut. Look at him. Look at how happy taking cock makes him. I looked again at where my boyfriend, Jay, lay on the bed. He was flat on his back, his legs spread wide and pulled up to his chest. His hole was perfectly displayed, pink and puffy it was no longer the tight little pucker I’d rimmed a few times in our past. His hole has become the run through gape of an experienced and often used bottom. His cock, thick and magnificent was locked in a tiny little black plastic cage. Precum leaked from the head constantly. I looked up his athletic body, to his hairy chest, to his newly pierced nipples. A thick silver chain hung around his neck, a gold padlock sitting against his collar bone. His face was one of total bliss. Sloppy, his eyes slightly unfocused, he grinned at the next man who walked past me towards him. “Fuck my pussy! Fucking breed me!” He moaned as the man slid his thick cock inside my boyfriend. “You hear that? ‘Fuck my pussy,’ that’s what your boyfriend just said. Your big hot jock boyfriend, the one you thought would be dicking you down with his dick safely wrapped in a nice little condom, is begging men to fuck his pussy, and breed him. I turned him into a bottom slut. I made him a desperate fag with a pussy made for breeding. Your boyfriend is a faggot slut, and you’re his cuck. Your cock’s so hard its leaking everywhere just watching him be his true self. Your boyfriend is my sub slut faggot, and you’re his cuck. You’re a subs sub, and your so turned on you cant help yourself. I think you’re going to enjoy your new life watching me degrade him more and more.” “Oh fuck yes!” Jay called out. “Your big dick feels so good in my sloppy cunt. Fuck yes! Fucking breed me. Yeah! Dump your load in me! Please! I need it. I need another load. Breed me!” “Fucking faggot,” the man fucking my boyfriend said, “Take my fucking load.” He let out a deep guttural grunt and slammed his cock into Jay’s ass with a wet squelch. They both moaned as he unloaded in my boyfriend. Then he pulled out and left the way he’d come, leaving Jay once more on the bed with his fuck-battered hole pointed towards me as a trickle of cum leaked from it. “He’s mine now cuck,” the stranger said. “I’ve broken his mind.” Three more guys came and used my boyfriend. He begged each one of them for their loads. After the last guy came inside him Jay flipped around and sucked down the cock that had just been inside his hole. “Thank you,” he said blissfully to the man as he cleaned his cock. After the man left the strange lent close to my ear again, never coming into my field of vision. “I’ll leave you two alone. I think you have a lot to talk about.” I heard him walk away and a door close behind him. I was left, naked and bound to a chair with my cock hard as a lock and leaking precum like mad, with my supposed top only boyfriend who I’d just watched turn into a feral caged up cum hungry bottom slut. Jay lay on his stomach where his last top had left him with his eyes closed for a minute. He seemed to be lost in a dream. Slowly he blinked himself back awake, opening his eyes and looking at me for the first time since he’d gotten me into the chair and the stranger had bound me to it. He’d told me we were going to a work friend’s house for dinner. He was going to meet me there as he’d go straight from work. I rang the bell at the front door of the nice looking brownstone, and Jay had let me. He grinned at me and said, come on I’ve got something to show you. He’d pulled me upstairs into one of the bedrooms and started kissing me. He’d quickly pulled off my shirt and gotten my pants undone. When I protested he assured me that it was fine, his friend was downstairs cooking and he wanted to have a little fun. He’d stripped me down to my briefs and then pushed me back into the chair. I hadn’t heard the other man come into the room. I just suddenly felt the ropes around my chest. “It’s ok babe, relax. Just relax. Its totally ok. You’re going to enjoy this.” I took a deep breath and tried to settle. We’d done a few kinky things before, even had a third come in. I thought maybe he and this work friend were both going to fuck me. Then I watched as Jay stripped off his clothes. First unbuttoning his work shirt revealing his well-formed pecs, prominent nipples, and swirling chest hair. He dropped his shirt, turning away from me for a moment. He shoved his pants down, kicking them off. He was wearing a jock. Jay almost never wore jocks, he was almost exclusively a boxer briefs guy. What is going on, I wondered. Jay pause for a moment still facing away, as if getting up his nerve for something. Then he turned around. I looked down at the bulge in his jock. At first my mind didn’t understand what I was seeing. I’d seen guys in cages before, I knew what a cage bulge was from Twitter… but why did my top only boyfriend have a cage on his cock. “It will all make sense soon,” Jay had said, giving me a weak smile. He walked over to me and tugged at my briefs. I lifted myself up a little allowing him to pull them off still wondering what was happening. “Ready fag?” A rough voice behind me said. I tried to crane my head around to see him, but tied to the chair I could only look to just over my shoulder. I assumed that he was talking to me, Jay had called me fag a few times when he was feeling really rough. I opened my mouth to speak. “Yes Sir,” Jay said looking at the man behind me. I stared at Jay open mouthed. He called this man Sir? “Then on your knees.” Dutifully Jay had sunk to his knees and waited. I heard the man behind me move away. “Jay what the hell is going on? Who is this guy? Why are you calling him Sir? Why are you wearing a cock cage?” I asked all my questions in a rapid fire blur. Jay just repeated his line, ““It will all make sense soon.” I heard the stranger coming back behind me. I strained to hear anything else, any clue as to what might be about to happen. From where he knelt on the floor Jay just smiled. “You read to show your boyfriend here what you’ve become,” the stranger asked behind me. “Yes Sir!” Jay replied happily. “Take off the jock and show your boy your new look.” Jay jumped up and practically tore off his jock. My mouth fell open. Normally his cock hung thick and heavy even when it was soft, curving out from his large balls. Now it was trapped in a tiny maybe inch long black cage. The ring that went around his balls pushed them forward, nestling his cock between them. I was shocked. His big beautiful cock was locked away in a cage smaller than his balls. All that was left was a little nub. “He’s been so excited to show you that cage,” the stranger said in my ear. “He’s had to work hard to get it down, didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “At first his dick didn’t want to be in a cage that tight, but now, he craves it.” “What? What are you talking about?” I said, now almost shouting. “Just watch.” The stranger replied. A naked man in his early forties came around the chair and walked over to where Jay was kneeling. He was already hard; his cock wasn’t massively long but it was stout with a blunt head. Even in my confusion I appreciated how nice a dick it was and how good it would feel to ride it. Jay looked over my shoulder waiting for something. Then the strangers voice, still behind me said, “Do it boy. Show your boyfriend what you’ve learned.” Jay smiled again and gobbled down this man’s cock. I tried to process what was happening. The stranger was still behind me so this was another man and Jay, who usually choked on my modest dick was eagerly swallowing this strangers dick. “Oh fuck yeah faggot,” the older man was saying as my boyfriend sucked him off. He put his hands on the back of Jay’s head and started to thrust his cock into Jay’s throat. “Look at that. Look at your boyfriend enjoying that man’s cock.” The stranger behind me said. “They’ve never met. They don’t know anything about each other. The only thing your boy knows is he’s here to service this man, and the only thing my buddy knows is he has the privilege of helping break in my new toy.” “New toy? What? What are you saying.” “Just watch. Just watch and enjoy. It looks like you’re already starting to have fun.” At the stranger’s words I looked down and noticed my own cock was starting to harden. Was I turned on by this? “On the bed boy,” the older man said, “show me that pussy.” My head was reeling. I watched Jay jump up and climb onto the bed on all fours. He dropped his chest down and struck out his ass, arching his back. He looked like a horny bottom. I looked at him, taking in his meaty furry ass cheeks and powerful thighs in a new way. His caged cock hung below him, almost totally obscured by his balls, but I could see a string of precum slowly lowering from the tip. “Fucking beautiful jock pussy.” The man said. “And freshly lubed up,” the stranger answered. “Perfect.” He moved behind Jay and spat into his hand. He slathered his spit all down his shaft and then bent over Jay’s upturned ass to spit again. The wad landed right on Jay’s hole. I looked at it and was shocked to see that it didn’t look like the tight pucker I’d occasionally rimmed. His hole was pink, and pooched, like it had just been fucked by a big cock. The older man rubbed his cock head on Jay’s hole, smearing his spit around. “Don’t look away boy,” the stranger said behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. “This is what you came here to see.” “You ready for my cock fag?” “Fuck yes! Fucking me!” Jay moaned. “What?” I gasped. The man lined up his cock and pushed forward. I hadn’t thought about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, I’d never dreamed he was going to fuck my boyfriend. Yet that’s exactly what was happening. Slowly he pushed his wide flat cock head against Jay’s spit smeared hole till it gave way and the head burst in. I expected Jay to yell out in pain but instead he moaned a deep appreciative moan as if he was enjoying this. “Your boyfriend’s been keeping a secret from you.” “Fuck yes. Oh my God. Your dick feels so good.” Jay moaned. “He’s not the top you think he is… now… watch as he becomes the bottom he longs to be.” I’d watched in a mix of confusion, horror and arousal. That had been almost two hours and a dozen men ago. Now Jay and I were alone again. Jay smiled at me. A sloppy sideways smile, he looked drunk. “Fuck,” he said in a long whisper, closing his eyes again for a moment. “Fuck that felt so good. It felt even better knowing you were watching me.” He reached across the bed for something on the opposite side. I couldn’t see it but he shifted so his hips were up again as he brought something to his hole. With a wet pop I heard the object slide into his hole. A butt plug, my top only boyfriend had just slid a plug into his cum filled hole after getting gangbanged. What was going on? He got off the bed and walked over to where I was bound. He knelt down on the ground in front of me. “It looks like you liked it too babe.” He flicked his tongue across my throbbing cock. In spite of myself I let out a little moan. “Sir said I can tease and edge you but I cant let you cum.” He licked the precum from my shaft. “Too bad. I’d love to just ride your hard cock right now till you cum inside me.” “Jay,” I gasped. “What the fuck! What the fuck is happening? Who is that man? You just… you just got gang banged in front of me. Raw! You just took like a dozen loads! And your wearing a cock cage! Seriously what the fuck is going on?” I was on the verge of hysterical. I tugged at the ropes trying to break free. “Its ok babe, its ok. Don’t struggle. You’ll be out of that chair soon enough.” He lightly stroked my shaft as he talked, “Plus you cant be that mad if you this hard and leaking.” He brought his precum coated fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Jay,” I said in a calmer voice. What is happening. I thought you were a top? I thought we only played safe, especially with others.” “I know. I know… I…” he paused, thinking, “I would I could tell you how it happened. That I could make sense of it, I just know that this is right.” “But… how…” I shook my head, and sighed. There was nothing to be done but give into the insanity of the situation. “How did this even start? When we started dating you told me that you didn’t like bottoming. You said you’d tried it a few times in college and it wasn’t for you. If you wanted to try again I could have…” “It not that.” Jay smiled. “I didn’t want to bottom. I hadn’t thought about bottoming for years until I met Sir.” “Sir? The guy behind me the one who tied me to this chair?” “You’ll meet him soon enough. After all I’m his sub, and you were my bottom and now you’re my cuck, which kinda makes you his sub too.” “Cuck. Jay. Jesus Christ. Seriously. If you’re not going to untie me then… then just tell me how this happened. How did some guy convince you were into bottoming? More than that! How did he convince you to bottom raw for a room full of men, and lock your dick in a cage and do it all in front of your tied up boyfriend?” “Ok. Ok. I met Sir at work. He’s a client. My boss asked me to take him to dinner, you know the usual.” “Does the usual involve getting gang banged?” “No,” Jay laughed, he seemed immune to my frustration and agitation, “and technically that was more of a pump and dump than a gang bang seeing as they came in one at a time.” “Jesus.” I rolled my eyes. “Ok, so when did this happen.” “A month ago. My boss asked me to take Sir out to dinner and chat him up about the company. So we went to that sushi place down town with the company card. It was nice, he was easy to talk to. We ordered a few drinks and just chatted. It was so much easier than any of those dinners I’ve been to before. We really seemed to be hitting it off. So when Sir suggested we get another drink after dinner I said yes. We had another couple drinks and… well things started to feel flirty. I just let it happen, not wanting to piss off a client. Sir just kept getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t feel put off or upset. There was this… this powerful undercurrent of attraction. “The conversation drifted away from work appropriate things a few times but nothing too serious. I told him about you, and our relationship. He told me he’d just gotten out of a relationship. I don’t know when his hand landed on my leg but at some point, I noticed his hand was rubbing my thigh. Honestly, I got hard so fast. It was crazy. I felt like I was falling under some kind of spell. I remember looking down at his hand and him pulling it away murmuring an apology, but I stopped him and said, ‘No. It’s ok. I liked it.’” I found myself entrance by Jay’s story. His hand slid lightly up and down my shaft keeping me hard and on edge. I just stared at him as he recounted that night. “I remember it so clearly, he said, ‘Well so long as you like it,’ and put his hand back. It must have been all the drinks that made me feel bold because I took his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel how hard I was. He growled, it was so fucking sexy, this low rumble in his chest, he leaned in close to me. ‘Fuck boy, that feels like a nice bulge. But this isn’t that kinda bar. My place is close by, why don’t we call a cab and head over.’ I couldn’t resist him. It just felt impossible to say no. I followed him out of the bar, he called a car and brought me here. “As soon as the front door closed we were on top of each other. I swear it was like being in high school. He had me pinned to the door and kissed me. He was so rough. I just sank into him. I practically ripped all the buttons off his shirt trying to take it off. I had this animal need to feel his big hairy chest. He pressed me to him, pulling me under his arm. I was enveloped in his musk. It was like fucking poppers. I felt my head spinning. I jammed my nose up into his pit and just huffed that smell. I felt like I was flying when he pulled me back out and led me up the stairs. “He got me up here, in this room and stripped me naked. Then he told me to finish undressing him. I got on my knees and took his pants off. He was wearing these tight little briefs, and his big cock was just straining to get out. I could see every fucking vein through the fabric he was so hard. I tore them off of him and his cock just jumped out. I’d never seen anything like it. I was… I was drawn to it. I don’t know. I cant explain it, but in a way that I’ve never wanted to suck a cock before in my life I wanted to suck his. I needed it.” I felt like I should be upset hearing about how much my boyfriend wanted to suck this man’s cock, but in reality it just made me leak more. “He let me struggle to take him for a little while. Sometimes he’d hold my head in place and lightly fuck my mouth. Then he’d push his cock in deeper, just down my throat and hold it there till I’d gag or choke. Each time he did it though it got a little easier. I didn’t know it at the time obviously, but he was training me to deep throat and I loved it. Now I can just,” he lent forward and swallowed my whole cock in one motion. He looked up at me, grinning around my shaft and then pulled back again. “Even on bigger cocks.” He gave me a wink. “I was fucking sweating and panting when he let off. I remember feeling sad, I was enjoying trying to take his cock. He just smiled at me and pulled me up by my armpits. In this one crazy motion he hauled me up and tossed me onto the bed so I was on all fours. He came up behind me and pushed down on my shoulders making me arch my back. I said to him, ‘I’m a top. I don’t get fucked. It not really for me.’ He laughed, I thought it was crazy at the time, but clearly, he knew something I didn’t. “He laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry boy. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.’ “Then he started eating me out. Fuck his tongue felt so good. It just got so deep right away. I couldn’t help it. I just started moaning. He had his hands on my back still holding me down. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. He just kept flicking his tongue over my hole, and pushing it in. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good. I felt myself opening up. I could feel my hole loosening. His tongue kept getting deeper and deeper. Then he spat on my hole and he rubbed it with his finger. I felt him press it in a little. I moaned, and said ‘fuck yeah. That feels so good!’ “’Do you want a little more boy?’ he asked. His voice was this low seductive growl now. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered. He spat on my hole again and slowly pushed his finger inside me. I felt like my body was on fire. It didn’t hurt the way that it had in college. I don’t know, maybe it was the booze, or how long he’d eaten me out for. It just felt good. It was pure pleasure. He twisted his finger in and out till I was panting with delight. ‘God you have a beautiful hole,’ he said, ‘looks so good opening up around my finger. Nice tight jock hole. Fucking opening up for me.’ “’It feels so good. Fuck yes! Keep going,’ I replied. He chuckled, and said, ‘Is that you asking for more?’ I don’t know what I expected but I answered yes. I was still surprised when in response he dropped another wad of spit onto my hole and started to work another finger into me. He opened me up like that, adding another finger when I told him how good it felt till he was twisting four fingers in and out of my hole. I couldn’t believe it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. It felt so good. I started to push back on his fingers. I wanted them inside me. That same primal urge I felt when I saw his cock and needed to suck it was taking over me. “’You’re pushing back on my fingers awful hard for someone who doesn’t bottom,’ he said chuckling. ‘I don’t know what’s happening. It’s never felt this good before. When I tried. It never felt… fuck. It feels so good! Please don’t stop!’ He pushed his fingers deep into me and leaned over so his mouth was right next to my ear. ‘I’ve already got four fingers deep in your hole boy. You want more? You want me to really open you up?’ I hesitated and he flexed his fingers in me. “‘Yes.” I remember that I felt like I could barely speak. It came out like a breathy whisper. “‘Yes what?’ he said? “’Yes, I want you to open me up.’ “’You know what that means boy? Don’t you?’ He stood back up and slid his fingers from my hole. I felt empty. I hated it. Then I felt something warm and fleshy press against my hole. ‘You know what that means don’t you?’ he repeated. “I looked back over my shoulder and saw he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I felt like I was shaking, but there was only one thing I could say. It was a compulsion. After how good his fingers had felt… how could I not! ‘Yes,’ I responded in the same breathy whisper. “’I told you boy, I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to. Yes what?’ “’Yes… Please… Please fuck me. I want your cock.’ “Then he called me a ‘good boy,’ it sent a shiver through me. Like all the praise I’d ever wanted in the world. Then he pressed forward. Even after his fingers his head felt big. Its warm flesh pressed into me. He dropped more spit onto the spot where his cock and my body met and then he slid inside. I remember just moaning into the bed. I think I drooled a little. It felt so good. It was insane. I never imagined it could feel that good to get fucked. I didn’t really think about the fact that he was in me raw. It felt too good to think about anything but pleasure. It felt like it took forever for him to work the whole shaft inside me but when I felt his balls against my hole I had this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. “’Good boy. Good boy.’ He repeated over and over. ‘You did it. You’ve got my whole cock in you. How do you feel boy?’ “’I feel so good. Fuck your cock feels amazing. Please… Please fuck me!’ “’You need to know something boy, once I start fucking you I’m not going to pull out and I’m inside you raw. If I fuck you I’m going to cum inside you. Is that what you want?’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I would have agreed to anything. ‘Yes! Please, just fuck me. I need it!’ “’I know you do boy but you have to ask for it. I won’t do it if you don’t ask for it.’ “’Fuck me! Please! Fuck me and… and cum inside me. Fuck me till you cum inside my hole!’ “’Good boy,’ he said again, this time in a low whisper. ‘I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.’ He lent forward. With one hand on my shoulder keeping me down, and the other on my hip, he started to fuck me. It was the most electric amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I thought I could feel every vein of his shaft working in and out of my basically virgin hole. It felt so good. I remember just saying over and over, ‘Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ “Something changed inside me. It was like he had flicked a switch. He’d awakened something in me, or changed something. His dick felt so good inside me, and now that I’d said it I realized it was true. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his hot load shoot deep into my guts. He built up his pace slowly, getting me use to the feeling of being stretched so wide. Eventually he reared back, letting go of my shoulder and held on to both of my hips. He started to hammer into my hole. I was a whimpering mess. I couldn’t speak any more. I just moaned and grunted as he pounded me. He was like a rutting animal taking what he needed. I was just a hole to be fucked. I loved it. I loved how roughly he pounded me. I was sweating. The room stunk. I could smell his musk. That heady feeling of a hit of poppers came over me again and I started to try and push back against his cock. I came up so I was holding myself on my hands and knees and pushed my body back into his strokes. “’That’s it boy, push yourself back on my cock. Yeah that’s it. Now that my cocks in that tight little hole of yours you can’t resist it. You might have really been a top when you came here, but you’re my bottom now. You’re my horny bottom aren’t you boy?’ “’Fuck yes! I’m your horny bottom.’ “’You love how my raw cock feels in your hole? Don’t you?’ “’I fucking love it!’ “’Yeah, because you’re my fucking slut. You’re a slut for my cock. Say it.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock!’ “’Good boy. Good boy,’ he rubbed my lower back and sank deep inside me, letting up for a minute. ‘Fuck your hole feels so good around my big raw cock. It feels so good deep in your boy hole. Your pretty little pink hole is gonna look so fucking hot with my load dripping out.’ He pulled back and started to long dick me. He slid his whole cock out of me and then slid it back in again slowly, over and over. He steadily got rougher with the thrusts till he was slamming his entire cock in and out of me with so much force that it knocked me down into the bed. He pinned me there, hammering away at my ass. I just babbled incoherently and took it. “’After a blissful eternity he stopped and without warning pull his cock all the way out. I remember,” Jay laughed at himself, “whimpering ‘no,’ when I felt the head pop out. “Sir laughed at me, though obviously I didn’t call him Sir then. ‘It’s ok boy,’ he said, rubbing my back again, ‘flip over. I want to look into your eyes as I give you your first load.’ “I flipped over onto my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. My heart was pounding. He was going to cum inside me soon. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, lining his cock up again. It slid in easily this time, I was so open and lubed up. His cock hit all new places as it slid in. ‘Fuck yes! Get that big raw cock inside me. Fuck me with your raw cock! It feels so fucking good! Fuck yes!’ I just up this endless string as he hollowed me out. “’He was bent over me, his face inches from mine. I could see the sweat on his brow. It dripped down into my mouth and I swallowed it. He smiled at me, a hungry animalistic smile. ‘Open your mouth boy,’ he commanded. I opened my mouth and he spat into it. I swallowed without being told to. He growled. ‘Fuck my cock’s made you a fucking slut hasn’t it. Getting my big raw dick up your ass has put you in your place.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock.’ I said again. “’No, you’re not just a slut. A slut doesn’t just open his mouth when a guy tells him to and then swallow his spit. You’re a faggot. You just didn’t know it. Fuck yeah. You’re a fucking faggot desperate to be bred. Isn’t that right boy. Say it. Say you’re a faggot.’ “’Fuck! Your dick feels so good… fuck… I’m a faggot! I’m a fucking faggot! Your cock made me a faggot!’ “’That’s it boy. Keep giving in. Fuck yeah. Oh your tight hole feels so good. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need boy. What do you need faggot?’ “’I need you to fuck me. I need your raw cock inside me! I need you to fuck me till you cum! I need you to cum in me! Please! Please cum inside me! Cum deep inside me!’ “’Fuck yeah faggot! Ask and you shall receive! Here it comes boy! Take my fucking load!’ He roared, like this big guttural animalistic sound and jammed his cock ball deep inside me. I could feel it. I could feel his load spilling out into my guts. I felt it flooding me. A hot wave crashing through my body. His cock twitched and pulsed. I moaned as it felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into me. I was surprised my stomach wasn’t swollen my guts felt so full. “He stayed inside me till his cock had stopped pulsing and then slowly pulled out. I just groaned I wanted to feel him inside me forever. ‘On your knees boy, clean off my cock.’ I didn’t think. I just got on my knees and licked the cum and ass juice off his slowly softening cock. Eventually it got soft enough I could get it in my mouth. I started to suck him again. I pulled as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. He started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth again, and his dick started to swell. He got hard in my mouth. “When he was completely hard he dragged me up onto the bed again. This time he was on the bottom, and he guided me to sit back onto his cock. It slid into my cum filled hole. ‘Ride it,’ he said, his voice commanding. I tucked my knees up and started to ride him. Again his cock hit all sorts of new places. My dick wasn’t even hard any more, but it was leaking everywhere. There was a big puddle of precum on Sir’s stomach after a few minutes. I rode him as hard as I could, and eventually he started to pant. He bucked his hips up into me and pushed his cock deeper. “’Please! Fuck yes!” I said, looking down at him. “Cum in me again! Give me another load.’ “Yeah faggot, beg for my load. Beg for me to bred you. Beg for me to breed your fag hole.’ “’It felt so good the first time! Please breed me. Breed my fag hole. I’m a slut for your raw cock. I love it! I need it! I need your load! I need you to breed me! I need your cum in my fag hole! I need your raw cock! Fuck!’ I was broken. Truly, in saying those words I was changing myself. Each sentence became more and more concrete, more and more real as I bounced on his dick. I really did need to feel him cum inside me again. “Finally he said, in a really low voice, ‘Fuck yeah faggot. Take it! Take my load. I’m gonna breed that pretty hole again! Fuck!’ “I dropped down on his dick so it was all inside me and rocked back and forth as he came again. It was so magical. I never even thought about how I hadn’t cum once during the whole thing. I didn’t care, feeling Sir cum was enough.” Jay had lost himself in his story, no longer really looking at me. “Jesus,” I said. Jay’s focus snapped back to me. “I was pretty spent after that. Sir called me a cab and sent me home.” “I mean, that’s a hot story, but I don’t… I don’t see how one hookup getting you to bottom… and not use a condom… results in you here in a cock cage after getting pump and dumped! Or me tied to this chair!” “Well… the next day I felt guilty. I didn’t know what to think. We had rules you and I. I hadn’t broken them by hooking up with someone but I sure had by not using a condom. Plus… I had always thought of myself as a top. It was part of my identity. Even while I felt guilty though I knew it had felt too good getting fucked to just never do it again. I thought maybe I could do it safely. Like two days after that night with Sir you went home to visit your parents and I was just bored at my apartment. I was gonna jerk off, but as I started looking at porn I suddenly wanted to get fucked again. I got on the apps and found a guy, made sure the plan was to use a condom and everything. I got dressed, went over to his apartment. He was super hot. It was all great. I sucked him. We got on the bed. He ate me out a little. It was fine, it didn’t make me bloom open like Sir had but I felt prepped. Then he put cold lube on my hole, and slicked up his rubber clad cock and slid in. It wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same at all. It felt ok, but there was no spark no magic. I tightened my hole and pushed back on him trying to get him to cum quick so it wouldn’t last too long. I don’t know why I never thought of just asking him to stop. It didn’t feel like my place. He wanted to fuck me so I should help him get off… even if it wasn’t scratching my itch. The guy came pretty quick, asked me if I wanted to cum and I told him no, and I left. “I knew. I knew what was wrong. Standing outside that guys apartment building after I knew why it hadn’t felt as good. I needed what Sir had given me. I needed it raw. I needed to be fucked raw and bred. That was all that was going to scratch my itch. I hesitated at first. Sir had texted me a few times in the couple of days since our meeting but I hadn’t responded. I’d felt too guilty. I was worried he’d be mad at me, but I also I wanted his cock so bad. I texted him before I even started walking home.” “What did you say?” I asked, feeling, despite the circumstances, incredibly invested. “I said something like ‘hey, sorry for being MIA. I was feeling kinda overwhelmed after what happened but I cant stop thinking about it also.’ He responded super fast and said, ‘Can’t stop thinking about it as in your upset, or cant stop thinking about it as in you want another load pumped in you?’ I had to stop and take a deep breath on the street, then after a second I texted him back. ‘Defiantly the second one.’ ‘You have to say it boy,’ his reply was almost immediate. “My hands were literally shaking as I typed out, ‘I want you to pump another big load in me.’ “’Good boy,’ he texted back, ‘Come over and I’ll give you what you need.’ He sent me a pic of his dick too. I called a cab and was there fifteen minutes later. “’What made you come around?’ he asked once I was in the door? “’Honestly. I was feeling really conflicted. My bf and I are open, but we’re supposed to play safe. I was just going to put the whole thing behind me, but there was no denying how good it get to get fucked… The bf is out of town and I thought I’d jerk off but as soon as I started watching at porn I knew I wanted to get fucked again.’ I recounted the rest of the story to him and he just grinned at me. “’You can never go back now. You’ve felt what it’s like to really get fucked. You know how much better sex is without any barriers. You know how good it feels to have a hot load pumped into your guts. Of course some safe sex dick was never going to do it for you. Do you remember what you said last time? While I was fucking you? What you called yourself.’ “’A faggot.’ “’That’s not all.’ “’A slut… a slut for raw cock.’ “’Exactly. I think that was more true than you knew.’ He started getting really close to me. ‘You’re a faggot slut. You need to be fucked and you need to be fucked raw. You’re just realizing this, and I know it’s all new, but I promise you its true. I’m going to help you. Strip.’ That last word was a command, I felt it in my chest. I stripped off in the front hall where we had been talking. He was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. ‘Good boy. You like following orders, and you like being a good boy I can tell.’ “’I guess so…’ “’You do. Its obvious. You like it when I call you a good boy.’ “’I do. I do like it when you call me a good boy.’ “’Don’t fight what feels good. Just give in. You gave in to pleasure last time and discovered a whole new part of you. Keep giving in. I’m going to help you give yourself over to pleasure. I’m going to help you give in to the faggot slut you are.’ “’Thank you.’ It felt like the only right thing to say. “He smiled at me and said, ‘Thank you… Sir.’ “’Thank you Sir?’ “’That’s how you’re going to address me from now on. I am Sir and you are boy. Understood?’ “’Yes Sir.’ “’Now, the same rule applies as last time. I won’t do anything to you that you do ask for. You have to tell me what you want. I will guide you, push you, but you will only get what you ask for. Do you understand me boy?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “Good boy, now get on your knees and suck me dick.’ “He face fucked me in the front hallway, still mostly dressed. He just pulled his dick out of his unbuttoned pants. He was much rougher this time, really pushing me. He told me he was going to train me to deep throat him. Finally he pulled me up and dragged me into the living room. He bent me over the couch and dove into my hole. He worked me open just like before, really getting me wet. It was so much better than the other guy. Sir pressed two fingers into me, stretching me open and then got up and lined up his cock. He got really close to my ear. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said in a whisper. “‘Your cock. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside my hole. Please! Breed me Sir!’ “’You need this,’ he said as he pushed his cock against my hole. ‘I know it’s big, and you had a lot more prep last time, but you need this. You’ve already taken one cock tonight. You took that latex cock and knew it wasn’t right. Now you’re here… you’re here because you knew you needed a real fuck. You needed my fat raw cock deep in your slutty fag hole. Push out a little boy, push your hole out for me. That’s it.’ He coached me and my hole opened wide. His head popped in and I was filled with the same electric bliss. “He was right. I had been right. The condom, that’s what had ruined my hookup attempt. I needed to be fucked raw. Now that I’d been bred I was never going to be satisfied with safe sex. I would always need it raw. That night Sir had me repeat as he fucked over the couch, ‘I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred. I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred,’ over and over again. The words seemed to sink into my mind like a mantra. The more I said them the more real they became. “After he came inside me he asked me how I felt. I told him that it had felt so good, and that I loved feeling his load inside me. He gave me this strange kind of knowing look and then said, ‘You wanna clean off my cock and see if you can get it hard again don’t you. I can see you looking boy.’ I nodded and said, ‘Yes Sir I do.’ He just grinned and said, ‘Then get on your knees and clean it off faggot.’ “I got him hard again and he took me upstairs when he threw me on the bed and bent my legs up to my chest. He pushed his cock into me in one smooth stroke. ‘Do you know what boys like you who cant get enough cum in their holes are called,’ he asked. “’No Sir.’ “’Cumdumps. You’re a fucking cumdump. Say it!’ “’I’m a cumdump!’ “’Good boy. Repeat it. Repeat it while I fuck you.’ “’I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump.” Jay seemed to lose himself in his mantra. The story drifted away as he absentmindedly stroked my cock and rocking on the plug in his ass. “Jay?” At the sound of his name he snapped back. He gave me a kind of sheepish grin. “Sorry. He had me repeat that as he fucked me again. He called me a good boy as he came inside me. I felt so warm and happy. This time he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock inside me, rocking it back and forth, keeping his dick hard. He told me to repeat all my mantra’s. I muttered them over and over as he built back up and fucked me for a third time. When he finally came we both collapsed out of exhaustion. “We just lay there for a long minute. Then finally he got up and said to me, ‘Alright boy. You’ve got a choice. I want you to make it in as clear headed a space as I think you’re going to have just now. We can stop this right now, and you can go back to your boyfriend, back to being a top, or you can be vers and let your bf breed your hole so you’re not breaking any rules. Or, you can keep coming here, keep taking my loads, and I will turn you into my boy. I will make you into a real cumslut. I will push you and train you. I’ll make you into what I think you truly are, but there will be no going back. Once you agree you are mine. You will be my boy, I will be your Sir. My boys aren’t pretty little jocks who get a hankering for raw cock though. My boys are a true faggot cumdumps. My boys live to be bred. My boys live to service me and other men. In the end your bottom boyfriend won’t be able to satisfy you, you will get no pleasure from fucking him. Either he’ll find a new place in your life, or your relationship will be over. But this feeling,’ he slid a finger into my cummy hole, ‘this feeling will never end.’ “’Make me your boy!’ I practically screamed,” Jay gave me a little smile and a shrug acknowledging that he’d been ok with our relationship ending in that moment. After a beat he continued, “Sir said that he appreciated my enthusiasm, but that I needed to go home and think about it. He gave me a bar to meet him at that Friday, and then sent me home. “It was excruciating. I had five days to wait. Sir even said that no amount of begging would make him meet me any sooner. So I just had to deal. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt to get fucked. I couldn’t concentrate at work. All I could think about was being stretched around Sir’s big raw cock. Wednesday after work I went to a sex shop and bought two dildos and a butt plug. I ran home and slathered them with lube and spent the night pounding myself till I passed out. It was something but it wasn’t enough. I felt like I was in heat. Thursday morning when I was getting ready for work I saw the butt plug on the counter of the bathroom. I lubed it out and slid it into my hole before going to the office. It was excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time. I had this secret, this tangible secret inside me. I had something inside my as while at work. It was like it was irradiating the part of me that had claimed to be a top by trying to bottom constantly. I did the same the next day. By the time I got to the bar to meet Sir I was basically in heat. I needed him. I needed to be fucked. I needed to be bred. The plug was banging against my prostate. My dick never got hard but it leaked constantly. It was insane. “Sir had just given me an address. I didn’t realize it was a leather bar till I got there. I felt nervous and excited. Sir was sitting at the bar when I walked in. He noticed me right away and gave me a huge smile. When I was close enough he caught me around the middle and kissed me. His hands roamed all over my body. He gabbed at my ass and stopped when he felt the base of the plug. I told him about going to the sex shop and just wanting to fell my hole being stretched. “He chuckled and said, ‘Don’t worry boy, we’re going to get you good and stretched out tonight.’ He moved me onto the barstool next to him and sat me down. ‘You remember what coming here tonight means?’ “’Yes Sir. It means I’m committing to being your boy. That you will teach me and train me to be the faggot cumslut you believe I am.’ “’And that’s what you want boy?’ “More than anything Sir.’ “’Good boy,’ he said. He flagged down the bartender and got me a beer. We sat and chatted for while we drank. It seemed strange to have a totally normal conversation while I had a plug in my ass and I’d just committed to being trained by him to be a cumslut. After we’d both finished our beers Sir got up and told me to follow him. He led me down a hallway and around a corner to a dimly lit bathroom. He pulled me into the handicapped stall and spun me around. He pulled my pants down and bent me over the toilet. ‘You’re gonna be my boy, well here’s your first lesson. You take my dick whenever I want.’ He tugged the plug from my hole and set it on the back of the toilet. Then he spat on his hand, slicked up his cock as slid it inside me. I moaned. ‘Keep it down slut. You’re not ready for a public show. Next time though. Next time we come to this bar you’ll be the star attraction.’ He pounded me fast and rough, building himself to orgasm quickly. He let out low guttural grunts and he pounded me, and then finally stuffed his cock into the hilt and pumped another load into me. I sighed finally feeling the warmth I craved. He pulled out quickly and stuffed the plug back into my hole. ‘Pull up your pants boy. Lets get out of here.’ “He led me out of the bar and into a cab. He asked me if I’d made any plans for the weekend. I told him no. He replied, ‘Good, then you’re spending the weekend with me.’ He fucked two more loads into me that night and then I passed out in his arms. The next morning I woke up to his dick already hard pushing into my hole. I was tender and sore from wearing a plug for basically two days straight and him fucking me three times the night before but I still pushed back. It felt good giving myself over to him even though my body was tired. He fucked me slow and gentle. I moaned as he slipped in and out of me. I remember just groaning with pleasure. He didn’t warn me he was going to come, he just whispered, ‘take my seed boy,’ in my ear and shot another load into me. I cleaned off his cock, and then he made us breakfast. “He told me that fag boys don’t get real clothes in his house, the only thing I’d be permitted to wear was a jockstrap or a thong. So it sat around naked with the plug back in my hole as we had a lazy, shockingly casual morning. Around lunch he told me to get dressed, that we were going shopping. He took me to a store down in the gayborhood, the kind we always walked past and wondered who shopped there. Inside he led me around handing me things that we were going to buy. That first trip it was all pretty tame things. A few jocks, a couple of thongs, some slutty tank tops. In the back he picked out a new larger butt plug and a dildo with a really pointed head, a wide ribbed shaft and a massive knot at the bottom. ‘Learning to take this is the first step in training that pretty little hole of yours,’ he said as he handed it to me. Then he took me up to the counter and paid for all of it. “Back at his house he made me strip as soon as we were inside and then pulled out a little black thong for me to wear. It was so small and skimpy. The pouch just covered my dick and the little string ran right across the base of the plug in my hole. Somehow, wearing that little thong while he was fully dressed made me feel even more slutty than being naked. He spent the rest of the weekend throat training me and breeding my hole. Half way through Sunday he had me try to ride the knotted dildo. I could only get half of it inside me. He fucked another load into me and then upgraded the plug to the new larger one. He sent me home that night plugged and full of cum with my new clothes and toys in a duffle. “You came home that Monday. We met up for dinner, had a nice night, went back to your place and Sir was right… I got hard, I fucked you but it didn’t feel right. Even as I came in the condom while fucking you all I could think about was taking Sir’s cock again. “That next morning at work my boss told me the client he’d sent me to dinner with had been so pleased with my pitch he’d signed on to the company and had requested me as his representative. Obviously, my boss had no idea that I’d spent the weekend with our new client learning to deep throat his cock and serve him like a true fag. He told me that the client had requested a meeting after lunch and I was to meet him at his office. Five minutes after getting to Sir’s office I was under his desk sucking his cock. “That was how I spent basically the whole week. Sir told me that I needed to get used to wearing my new slutty underwear so I’d put that on in the morning. Then, I’d go to work in the morning, do some clerical stuff, and then head to Sir’s office in the afternoon. He’d throat fuck me under his desk, bend me over and breed my hole while I repeated whatever degrading phrase he told me to… and then I’d switch my underwear so you wouldn’t suspect anything and with an ass full of Sir’s spunk we’d meet up and I’d try to enjoy fucking you. I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you, I’m still not, but what I needed was changing so intensely. “I told you I had a lot of work to catch up on that weekend so I could spend it with Sir. I showed up to his house after work on Friday. Sir wanted me open and ready to go when I got there so I’d spent the day with my new plug in. I was practically humping the walls when I got there. It didn’t matter that he’d bred me every day that week. I was so fucking horny. I got in the door and without being told stripped down to my tiny thong and got down on my need to suck his cock. I was getting better at it too. I could take half the shaft before I even felt discomfort. He let me blow him till he was just about to cum and then he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. I did and he jerked his cock off in front of me. His load shot all across my face and body. Some went in my mouth, and I swallowed that. The rest he made me leave, marking me as his faggot. “That weekend was the first time he locked my cock up.” Jay looked down at his little nub and smiled. “My first cage was way bigger. Probably double this. Sir said, ‘You don’t get hard when you’re servicing me any way. You just leak. So we’re going to lock your cock up to remind you of your place. Only real men have access to their dicks. Fags just have caged nubs.’ He had me look at myself in the mirror with the cage on. I looked like one of those fag subs I’d seen on Twitter. I loved it! I fucking loved how I looked. Sir told me that I was going to be locked from then on unless I was going to meet you. He gave me a key and told me that for now I was on the honor system but there would come a time when I’d have to commit and give the key over.” Jay looked at me and smiled. “This morning, after he downsized me to this nub Sir took the key. Today, I’ve given myself to Sir. I’m officially his now.” He touched the chain around his neck. “I’m his faggot slut. I’m his sub. And now I’ve made you my cuck. You’ve been cucked by a cumslut faggot… and that’s turned you on. Fuck babe. You’re leaking so much.” He licked the precum from my cock again, and in spite of myself I moaned. “It was Sir’s idea to tell you like this,” Jay continued. “He wanted you to see, not just hear what I had become… who I really am. He also guessed that you might like it.” “It was… at first it was frightening… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand… but I still got hard. Like right away. Seeing you like that. Seeing you beg strangers for their cum. It was… it was fucking hot.” “Sir said you needed to see me as a true cumdump. Not just taking his cock, but being bred like the fucking faggot that I am.” “Was that the first time you’ve done something like that?” “No… the second. Last weekend, I told you I was working over the weekend again, but I came here. I’d spent a week in my cage for the most part. I only took it off the two times we hung out and we only had sex once… and… I faked it. I didn’t cum. I couldn’t I just got rid of the condom before you could find out. Knowing that Sir didn’t want me to cum made it feel impossible. I locked up as soon as I got home that night. It just felt better. Having my dick locked away though, it made me feel… it made me feel even more desperate for cock. I had this constant reminder that I’m a faggot slut, and it made we want to be fucked constantly. I was still going to Sir’s office every afternoon and servicing him, but it wasn’t enough. On Wednesday I told Sir how horny I was and how much I thought about cock and he told me, ‘You know the solution to that. You tried it once before, and now that you know what you need is raw cock, you should try it again.’ “Sir had me open up the apps in his office while I was sitting on his cock. I must have asked him a dozen times if he was ok with another man fucking me. He told me, ‘It’s your duty as a faggot to service real men. If a man wants to fuck you, the only legitimate reason for you to say no, is that I’ve already summoned you.’ He bounced me on his cock as I chatted to guys, telling them how horny I was and that I needed to get fucked. This guy, in his thirties responded that he was free then and needed to blow his load. I told him I’d love to help him out. He asked where I wanted his load and I said, deep in my guts. He sent me his address. Sir bounced me harder till he blew his load and then sent me off to meet my first raw hookup. “The guy lived close to Sir’s work, so it was a fast walk. I remember how slick my cheeks felt as I walked. I kept Sir’s load clenched in my hole. The guy laughed when he saw me in my thong and my cage. He called me a fucking faggot, and hauled me into the bedroom. Now that he knew I was a sub and a slut he wasn’t about to be gentle. He didn’t even take off his shirt. He just dropped his pants and slammed his dick into my cummy hole. It was amazing. He fucked me hard and fast building up to his orgasm. He groaned and moaned. He told me I had such a nice cunt. I liked that. I liked him calling my hole a cunt. He fucked so hard and deep. Then, without a single word, just a deep grunt he pushed his dick into me and shot his load. “It was so different from how Sir fucked me and yet it was fulfilling too. It felt so good. Having him shoot his load inside me was exactly what I needed. He kicked me out basically as soon as he’d gone soft. Out on the street I texted Sir about it. He asked me how I felt, and I told him that I felt like a sexy fucking slut! He told me to go home and grab some clothes for the next day and then come over and spend the night with him. “That night was the first time he downsized my cage. He said ‘This is your reward. The more you embrace your faggot slut self the more I’m going to change your body to reflect that. This first cage was just to get you used to it, but its way too big for a slut like you. We’re going to shrink this cock down till it’s just a little nub.’ The next cage was maybe an inch and a half long. It felt tiny, but it was still big compared to this.” Jay grinned proudly. “I told Sir how sexy it had made me feel when the guy realized I was a slut to be used and just took me. Then I told him about the guy calling my hole a cunt when he bred me. “Sir laughed and said, ‘You’ve got a nice hole boy but it’s not a cunt yet. That’s going to take more training and a lot more loads. Don’t look so sad boy, is that what you want? You want your hole turned into a big sloppy cunt? Remember all you have to do is ask.’ “’Yes Sir! Please. Please train my hole. Please turn my tight little hole into a big sloppy cunt!’ “Sir practically dragged me upstairs. He pulled out all these toys and started fucking them into me. As he was sliding a big long dildo into me he said, ‘This is what its going to take boy. You’re going to have to train your hole every day. Soon it will open up into a nice wet pussy and then it will become a big ruined cunt. But you have to work at it every day. I’m going to send you home with some toys and you’re going to spend an hour every morning working your pretty little hole open. Every day you’re going to finish by trying to take the knot on the dildo I bought you. Don’t force it, don’t hurt yourself. Just work up to it. Once its inside you you’ll know you’ve made your hole into a pussy and you’re ready for real destruction. “He fucked me with two fingers stuffed in my hole that night alongside his shaft. I felt so loose afterwards. It was a new feeling. It wasn’t just the fullness of having all that cum inside me, or that I’d now been bred by two different men. It was how used my hole felt. The tenderness around the ring, the sight pooch it had, how it felt like it wasn’t fully closed. “The next morning before I left Sir’s house for work I spent an hour squatting over the dildo’s he’d left out for me working my hole wider and wider. Then when I went to see him that afternoon he fucked me again with two fingers in my hole. I was so loose when you and I went on our date that night. That was when I pretended to cum while I fucked you. It was impossible to think of anything but how gaped my hole felt. I went home and spent another hour bouncing on my new toys. I could just take the knot dildo to just above the knot. I could feel its width against my ring. It made me even more desperate. In the morning I spent an hour again riding the toys, this time I could feel my hole trying to let the knot in. The constant stretching and destruction was working. “I spent that Friday night at Sir’s. He fingered me and stretched me and fucked me. He kept telling me what a pretty cunt I was going to have when he was done with me. Saturday Sir fucked me instead of my training my hole, but when he was done he stuffed a what felt like a massive plug in my hole. He kept me plugged like that for the rest of the day. A locked and plugged fag. “After dinner he asked, ‘Are you ready for the next step in turning you sweet hole into a wet pussy?’ I emphatically told him yes. He had me take the plug out of my hole, telling me it would just get in the way, and then had me get dressed in a skimpy black jockstrap, a pair of little running shorts and a stringy tank top. I looked like a total slut when I looked at myself in the mirror. “We went back to the bar he’d had me meet him at. This time we didn’t stop at the bar for drinks, he led me up to the second floor. It was much darker here, with lots of dark nooks and booths. He looked around for a second, and then spotted a group of guys. He waved to them and walked over. They were sitting in a U-shaped booth with a small table in the middle. It was off in a corner, out of the way, and very dimly lit. It took my eyes a minute to adjust and take in the six guys already sitting there. They were all handsome and rugged, though quite different in the details. They smiled at me and made pleasantries with Sir, who soon slipped into the booth at one end. “Sir took me by the hips and guided me to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick start to get hard in his pants. I rubbed my ass back on him as the men chatted. He shifted a bit and I could feel him tug his pants down a little. Then he pulled my running shorts off to one side exposing my hole. I gasped as he rocked us both forward and then back sliding his cock easily into my stretched hole. He hugged me to him, his raw cock buried in my guts. ‘Alright fag, here’s the deal,’ he said in my ear, ‘I told you it would take a lot more training and a lot more loads to turn this hole into a pussy. You’re doing really well on your training, but now its time to start collecting those loads. My friends here are going to help you with that.’ I looked around at the group of men around me and saw that they had all undone their pants or pulled them down. ‘I want you to go round the booth and ride each one of them until they breed you. Understand?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “’Good boy, start with Mike here.’ He lifted me off his cock and passed me to the man next to him. I had to hover in the air for a second as Mike fished his wide cock out of his pants. Then he lined it up with my hole and pulled me down onto him. He was so fat that it stretched my hole to the limit. I remember moaning loudly, and Mike putting his hand over my mouth. ‘Don’t moan too loud boy, I don’t think you’re ready for this to turn into a gangbang with the whole bar. Mike used his hips to bounce me up and down on his cock, taking control. He kept his hand over my mouth. The other men watched and chatted, sometimes talking about how they wanted to use me and sometimes talking about totally benign nonsexual matters. It was strange how they could watch me being fucked and talk about the price of groceries. “Mike came fairly quickly and passed me to the next guy, and then the next guy. I made my way around the circle. Sometimes ending up bent over the low coffee table, sometimes riding a guy as hard as I could. Outside out little booth the bar was crowded. Guys were drinking and chatting with their friends. It mostly just seemed like a regular bar. Though I did see a big bear push a twink to his knees and face fuck him against a wall as I rode the last guy. “I was sweaty and panting when I moved back across the booth to sit on Sir’s lap once again. It had taken me over an hour to make it around the circle and had collected six loads. Sir slid his dick into me again and growled, ‘You didn’t think you were done did you boy? Ride me fucking cock faggot.’ I put one foot against the table and pushed myself back against Sir. I pulled myself up till only his head was inside me and dropped back down. I was determined to put on a show and really enjoy the sensation of being fucked with a hole full of cum. “Sir’s breathing was just getting shallow when another man appeared. At first I was the only one who noticed him. Thirty maybe, shirtless in a pair of tight black jeans. He had a cute face and a really hairy chest. He watched me ride Sir’s cock. We made eye contact and he licked his lips. Sir grunted, and pulled me down onto his crotch. His cock thickened and then released another wave into me. “The guy stepped closer to our group and smiled. He gave his throat a little clear and said, ‘Is this a private party or can anyone have a go with the slut?’ “I lent so I could look at Sir behind me. ‘You said any man who wants to fuck me right?’ I said. “’Fucking slut,’ Sir said laughing, ‘you’re giving into this faster than I thought you would.’ He looked up at the new guy. ‘Why don’t you take my slut into the bathroom and give him a propper pounding.’ “The guy grinned and reached out his hand to me, ‘You got it Sir,’ he replied. I took his hand and he lifted me out of the booth pulling me off of Sir’s deflating cock. I looked back at him and grinned, then was whisked away to the bathroom. The new guy took me back to the same stall Sir had had me in the pervious time we were there. He pushed me forward and pulled my shorts down. ‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘you really did take very guy in that booth, didn’t you? You’re fucking leaking!’ He lined up his cock and slid it inside me. “’They’re Sir’s friends, he’s training my… fuck your cock feels good… he’s training my hole, well and he’s training me. He’s making me into his faggot. Fuck yeah! Pound my hole. He’s making me into his faggot cumdump and part of that is wrecking my hole till it’s a fucking cunt.” “’Shit that’s hot. A pussy boy in training. Fuck yeah. God all those loads feel good around my dick. I’m not gonna last long. I’m gonna fucking breed your faggot ass. Fucking take my load you fucking slut!” He pulled out and fired his first shot all over my ass covering me in his load and then slammed it back inside as his dick continued to pulse. ‘Don’t bother cleaning up,’ he said after he was finished and pulled out. ‘Everyone in the bar can see what a fucking slut you are. Go show your Sir that you were a good boy and took my load.’ “I pulled up my pants, without cleaning his load off me at all, and went back up to the second floor where Sir and his friends were waiting. My butt felt damp and slick. I knew there was a wet spot forming from the new guys cum and the loads leaking out of my battered hole. “’Jesus, you look a mess,’ Sir said when I got back to the booth, ‘I’d better get you home before you end up with the whole bar inside you.’ We said goodbye to his friends, and I thanked them for their loads and he took me back to his apartment.” “Fuck, Jay…” I said taking him in, “That’s so… that’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe how quickly you gave in. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny now. I feel like I should be mad, I should be upset but fuck. I’m just horny. Why don’t you suck me off and it can be out secret?” Jay grinned at me, “Sorry babe. Sir said you’re not allowed to cum. He told me edge you and tell you about how we turned me. He said he thought you finding out you’ve been made a cuck for weeks would turn you on though.” “I guess… fuck I guess it does.” I had to accept the truth. I was hornier than I’d ever been after hearing Jay’s story. “Don’t worry,” Jay said, “Sir will be back soon. He’s excited to have you as a cuck now too!” “Fuck… ok then, finish your story. Last Saturday a group of Sir’s friends bred you, plus some random guy from the bar and Sir…” “Right… well we slept in Sunday, but I still woke up to Sir slowly fucking me. He held me tight as he worked his cock into me. I pushed back against him and took his load deep inside me. It feels so good starting the day with his cum inside me. Having that slick wet feeling before I’m even out of bed. After he came he left me to do my training while he made breakfast. I could feel my hole stretching around the knot of the dildo. I wanted it inside me so badly, but I wasn’t quite there. After an hour I went back down, my hole gaped and sloppy. Sir slipped three fingers into me and played with my hole for a moment before setting down my food. “I remember going over and kissing him before I say down. ‘Thank you,’ I said. “’For what boy?’ “’For last night, and this morning, for all of it. Fuck! I’ve never felt this alive. I’ve never felt this sexy. I’m so horny all the time it’s amazing. Seriously. I just spent an hour stretching out my hole, after you fucked a load into me, and you fingering me for thirty seconds has me feral. Seriously. If all your friends from the bar wanted to come and breed me right now I would be down!’ “He kissed me back, and held onto me for a long moment. When we broke apart he said, ‘Eat up. I think we have a stop to make today.’ “Sir didn’t tell me where we were going. He just had me dress in a thong and a pair of jeans with a regular t-shirt and get on the train. It was the first time Sir and I took the train together. I had this feeling that everyone around us could tell I was his boy, his cumdump. I imagined that they could all smell the sex wafting off of me, and it made my hole twitch. I liked the idea of being exposed. I started to realize that was also part of the fun of the night before, it wasn’t just getting fucked by all those guys. It was the exposure, the fact that anyone could see us and know what a fucking slut I am. It wasn’t just that Sir was breeding me, or had locked up my cock, or had me wearing slutty little thongs. It was that he was exposing me. He was shifting it so that my inner most desires, things I hadn’t yet fully understood myself, were outwardly displayed for anyone to see. I thought about what he’d said, about how as I let go more and more he was going to help me change my outsides to match. “We got off the train down in the village and he led me to a little store front on a side street. It was a tattoo parlor. I felt a little panicked. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a tattoo, but I shouldn’t have worried. Sir walked in and said to the guy sitting at the counter, ‘Hey Carl, how’s it going. We need to get my new boy’s nipples pierced.’ “’Sounds good. Mind locking that door behind you, come on back boy.’ Sir locked the front door of the shop and switched the sign to open. I thought it was odd but didn’t ask any questions. I followed Carl into the back of the shop where he had me stand and take off my shirt. He looked me up and down, measured my nipples and marked them out. Then he had me sit on table so he could be at eye level. My heart was pounding. “’You’re doing so good boy,’ Sir said. ‘You’re going to look so fucking sexy with your nipples pierced. Think about it. Think about yourself naked, your dick packed into a tight little cage, a collar around your neck. You’ll look like the perfect little slut.’ “’Yes Sir,’ I moaned, imagining it. In the second that I had my eyes closed Carl slipped the needle through one of my nipples and locked the piercing in place. “’Well done boy,’ Carl said, and moved to the other one. ‘Deep breath for me. That’s it and…’ he deftly slipped the needle through my other nipple and twisted the piercing closed. ‘All done.’ “Carl stepped out of the way and I looked at myself in the mirror. The piercings glittered against my skin. Sir was right, even wearing jeans I looked so sexy. Nipple piercings make some guys seem tough, mine made me seem abusable. “’Do you like them boy?’ Sir asked? “’I love them Sir!’ “’Good boy, now get on your knees and say thank you properly to Carl.’ I looked around and saw that Carl had undone his pants and flopped a long fat cock out of his briefs. I dropped to my knees immediately and gobbled him down. Sir’s throat training really was working wonders. I got Carl all the way down my throat before I gagged a little. I grabbed his hips and pressed on, fighting my body’s reaction and making myself deep throat his beautiful cock. “Carl grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered but kept my throat open for his dick. I stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft as he throat fucked me. Thick spit started to bubble up on the sides of my mouth. It dribbled down my chin splattering the floor. My face felt slick. Carl just kept fucking. He moaned and grunted. His fingers twisted into my hair. ‘Fuck yeah. Fucking choke on my cock faggot.’ He said. ‘That’s it fucking swallow my load boy!’ He moved his dick so it was resting in my mouth and fired off his load. I gulped it down as fast as I could. A little trickle leaked out down my chin, but Carl scooped it up with his cock head and pushed it back into my mouth. Even as I tried to catch my breath I cleaned off Carl’s cock. I licked up every drop of cum. “Sir cleaned me up and took me home. He was really gentle with me the rest of the day. He knew my nipples were tender and I’d experienced a lot in the last day and a half. He fucked me softly on the living room couch, then we shared a drink and had dinner. He held me close that night as we fell asleep, his cock semi hard and nestled between my cheeks. “In the morning he called my boss and told them he was having an emergency and needed me to come to his office for the entire week. Five minutes later my boss called me to tell me to report to Sir’s office, and I had to pretend that Sir wasn’t balls deep inside me while on the phone. We didn’t go to work all week. We stayed home and Sir trained me. I spent lots of time playing with toys. Slowly opening my hole more and more. Sir fucked me every morning, and several times each day. At least once a day he’d send me to meet one of his friends. Sometimes he’d come with me, other time’s he just give me an address and send me on my way. “’You need to learn boy that you exist to service men. A faggot like you exists for the pleasure of men. You are mine, you are my boy, but you cannot deny a man who wants to use you.’ “He sent me to all sorts of guys. Older guys, younger guys. Big guys, fit guys, really skinny guys. Twice he told me to get on the app and find someone to breed me. Last night I found this twinky college senior with a massive dick. I went to his apartment. He told me we had to be quiet because his roommates were home. He took me in his bedroom and just went straight for my hole. If I hadn’t had Sir’s load in me as lube I would have screamed. His dick was so long it was banging places only toys had hit before. If he’d really wanted me to be quiet he shouldn’t have fucked me so hard. I couldn’t help it. He just pounded the sounds out of me. I was moaning and gasping when he bottomed out a came. ‘Fucking take my load you stupid faggot,’ he practically yelled. “His roommate was standing right outside the door when we opened it after. The twink tried to apologize, but the roommate gave me this look. Without even going to the roommate’s room I got on my knees and fished out his cock. I sucked him there in the doorway and then turned around and presented my freshly bred hole to him. He slammed his fat dick into my hole and pounded me mercilessly. ‘Fucking slut faggot, taking my roommate’s load wasn’t enough for you. No a caged up slut like you lives to be bred. You need to be fucked, don’t you? You cant say no to a raw dick in your fucking home.’ He pounded me into the wall until he came. Then he pulled up my pants and said, ‘get the fuck out faggot.’ Hearing Jay talk about being degraded by random strangers made my cock throb even more. He’d fallen so much further than I could even imagine. “Then this morning at the end of my training I was working on the knot dildo and felt something different. I was still being stretched but my hole seemed willing somehow. It seemed easier. I squatted over it, using my weight to push me down. I felt it. My hole was opening. I let out this crazed groan and my hole opened up. The knot slipped inside me and locked into place. I fell forward moaning. Sir came in to see what the noise was and found me ass up with the dildo knotted into my ass. “’You did it boy. Fuck yes. Look at that.’ He gave the base of the dildo a tug, the knot pulling at my hole. ‘Knotted like a bitch in heat. Fuck. Look at that. A big fucking dildo knotted into your new pussy. Fucking sexy little faggot.’ “Hearing Sir call my hole a pussy was electrifying. I’d done it. I’d taken one more step to having a really ruined cunt. I’m one step close to being the cumdump I’m supposed to be.” Jay looked at me wild eyed and continued. “Sir had me get up, with the dildo still knotted inside me and follow him into the bedroom. ‘Time for a new cage, one that befits a fag pussy like you. But there’s one catch. This time, the key stays with me. If you’re ready to be a fag pussy you become locked permanently. That mean’s you wont be able to keep up the charade of you being a top with your little boyfriend.’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I told him I was ready. I wanted to be a fag pussy. He unlocked the medium cage and crammed my dick into this little one. Then he tossed me on the bed, tore the dildo out and fucked me like a beast in heat. While he was inside me he told me to grab my phone from the nightstand and invite you to a work dinner tonight. He explained his plan, well most of his plan to me. I was to bring you up here, and get you naked. He was then going to restrain you, and you were going to then watch me get fucked. It would be your cuck initiation by fire. You’d ever find yourself turned out or furious. Either way we couldn’t keep up the illusion.” “Now what,” I asked, looking at Jay. “Now,” the stranger’s voice said from behind me, “You have a choice. Your bf has chosen his path. You now get to choose yours.” The stranger walked around my chair for the first time and I finally got a look at Sir. He was well over six feet, with broad powerful shoulders. He was shirtless, showing off his big round pecs, massive protruding nipples, strong flat stomach and dense, dark body hair. He was one of those men so covered in hair that they just exuded an animalistic masculinity. His thick arms, with heavy veins had dark ripples of hair all along them. He wore tight dark jeans that did nothing to hide the dense musculature of his legs nor the massive bulge of his dick pointing off to the right of his crotch. Jay moved from where he had been kneeling in front of me to kneel at Sir’s feet. They both looked at me expectantly. “You can either leave, and your relationship with Jay ends. Which honestly, I think would be sad. Or you can take your place in out new dynamic as the desperate horny little cuck that you are and watch as Jay gets transformed from this cute little cum hungry jock to an absolutely farel cum slut with a massive cored out wreck of a cunt. Something tells me, even though this is the first time we’re meeting, that you had more fun tonight than you have in a long time sexually. Give in, enjoy it…” -Six months later- Jay moaned. He was strapped up in a sling, his head laying back against the headrest, his arms and legs buckled to the sling’s support chains. His cock, stuffed into a tiny black micro numb cage leaked constantly as the beefy man between his legs worked his forearm into Jay’s stretched hole. A big arm wrapped itself around my chest, pulling me into Sir’s powerful body. I sunk into him. “Look at our boy go,” Sir said in my ear. “He used to fuck you, remember? Remember when he’d pound your tight little hole with his big jock cock and make you moan like a little slut. Remember when he wanted to play safe and only fucked you with a condom? Now look at him. Look at that big bear fist his cunt. He fucking loves it. He’s not a top any more. As much as you want him to be he’s mine now. He’s my dumb fucking little faggot slut.” My own cock strained in its cage, precum dripped onto the bathhouse floor. I let out a long moan.

Epiphany “Hey Bob. That was so fucking hot! Put your cock through the hole - I want to lick the cum off your piss hole,” I said. There was a string of cum still hanging off Bob’s cock. He gave me a dubious look and stepped up to the hole and I eagerly took his fat, flaccid cock into my mouth and scrubbed it with my tongue. Then I said, “Turn around. I want to see your asshole.” He gave me his infamous evil grin and turned around and I reached through the hole and stuck a finger up his ass which he wasn’t expecting, and he moaned. Then I put my finger in my mouth and savored the hot cum that the black dude left in Bob. “Dave, you’ve become quite a pig. I hadn’t realized.” He put his ass firm against the gloryhole. I sniffed it and it smelled like cum and sweat. I put my face in to the gloryhole and his cheeks folded over my face. I started rimming Bob and he spread his cheeks wide as I started lapping the cum up that was leaking from his hole. The smell was intoxicating, and it still makes me hard to think about it today. Looking back on this, it was a piggy thing that was totally out of character for me, but I was high on sex, and Bob helped unleash it. I embraced it. Bob was pushing back against the wall trying to feed me more of his ass and my face was deep in his ass cheeks. I unbuckled my jeans and as I dropped them the belt buckle made a noisy clang on the floor of the booth. He stayed still against the gloryhole knowing what I was going to do before I did. I stood up and put my mushroom head up to his asshole and easily pushed in. His asshole was wet and warm and pretty loose for a “100% top man”. There were some handles in the booth for getting a good grip, which came in handy because I was pounding Bob hard and he was making a lot of noise. Through all the racket, I could hear him huffing on his poppers. After about ten minutes of all-out fucking, I grunted and held my hips hard against the wall as I shot about eight ropes of cum into my roommate. I told Bob to clean off my cock and he turned around and licked my cock clean. Then, he backed up to the gloryhole and I ate all the cum from him. He put his face to the gloryhole and we kissed through it, snowballing a salty, gooey, sexy kiss. He licked up all the sex fluids that lingered on my face after felching him. “I’ve had enough of this place, Dave, he said. “Let’s go then,” I replied. We exited the booths and there were several men gathered around, and we shuffled past them. I was a bit embarrassed because we stank of ass and cum. But I doubt Bob was. He later told me that this wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. “Why did you tell me you only topped guys, Bob?” I asked. “It’s probably a hang-up. You know, an Italian, macho bullshit thing,” he replied. “Bob, we’re buddies and you can be what you want to be around me. I don’t think any less of you because you like to get fucked. It actually makes me even hornier for you. And it’s just between you and me.” Thanks man, he said. He had his afternoon class, but when he got back to the apartment after his class, we fucked each other and fell asleep until we heard the apartment door close when Dan got in from class.

The next part is up, guys. Again, it's a big part. I hope you all like the continuation of the story of Jake. Part 17 I fell asleep. A deep night, full of dreams, lust, and fulfilled feelings. A used feeling, a feeling of getting fucked so intense that my body cracked. A feeling that I'm transformed into a real slut, a slut I always have been. I can smell the aroma of sex, rough sex. A smell of sweat and a mix of cum. I turn myself around in the sheets. My ass hurts, but it does feel good. I feel some wet fluids running down my hole and leg. Slowly, I open my eyes. It's not a dream; it's me I am smelling. Sweaty, cummy sheets are covering my body. A smile on my face, from the memory of last night. Slowly, I stand up, my ass still hurting and my sphincter puffy. My ass and body are all sticky, but a hunger satisfied. Damn, how late is it? I have no idea. It looks dark still. But I see some light shining from my room. It is the panel; it is shining brightly. I walk up to the panel to see what's happening. When I get closer to it, I can see all the room numbers from the hall. With it are the matched daddies that I coupled with last night. I can see Leroy's room with his daddy, the daddy that took the cruel condom. I can see my room too, with my daddy and Felix. I click on it. Fuckkkk...!!!! there are some photos of me. Sucking them, taking their cocks, my cummy hole. There are just five of them. Nothing more… but it is enough to leave no imagination. Right under the photos, it says public. Fuckkkkk. It means they can see this all too? So Leroy... can see it too? He knows now I matched myself to the daddy he fucked with the first night, the daddy he wanted again... Fuck... he knows I took revenge... I think... I thinkkk. I actually did in some sort of way the same thing Leroy did to me with Mark. I guess that does not make me any better than him. I hope he understands. Would he? In the meantime, I click on Leroy's room. There are three photos of him. His hole close-up with his daddy's cock in him. A photo of him, bound and slapped in the face. His face looks real red and used, and one when he's lying on the bed. His sheets are covered in red fluids. I guess the cruel condom made him bleed and whored out... Damn, did I really do this? Did I make these calls? I am a bit disappointed in myself. As I start to walk to get some water, I feel my ass sting. My hole really hurts and is still very swollen. What can I do about it? In the corner of my eye, I can see the ice bucket. There is still some cum in it. It has begun to melt, but most of it is still frozen. I start to walk to it and grab it in my fingers. It feels wet, sticky, cold. Slowly, I start to play with it in my hand. Should I? It's a waste to spill their cum, isn't it? And they gave it to me... I already have some loads of them in me, so why not? And if it can prevent Mark from taking the credits for my hole and might possibly infect me, why not? Slowly but steadily, I bring the frozen cum to my hole. I put it against my swollen sphincter, and I push. It is like my hole is hungry; I just push it easily inside. It feels cold in me, sticky, melting, but it feels so good!!!! I feel my hole clench around it... Damn, I love Daddy and Felix for this. It feels so good and cold for my hole; what better medicine is there? I watch the clock. Oh... it's 3 at night, but I'm clearly awake... I take a shower and jump into my jockstrap and some shorts. It's hot, so I leave my shirt out. I guess I should take a night walk; maybe that will tire me out so I can go back to bed afterward. Slowly and silently, I open the door to my room to look into the hallway. No one is there, not even the help. Silently, I walk through the hallway, following the path until I'm outside. I feel the air touching my soft skin. I feel like some sort of newborn. I'm all alone here in the dark. Slowly, I set my path to the main pool. Maybe I should get a drink at the bar? While I walk, I am thinking in my own mind. Not really watching where I walk, just noticing small stuff. I got messed around and used by Daddy and Felix. Their watches showed they were poz. They are toxic... and I'm neg... as far as I know... I still took their loads. I loved it. I still crave them. But why??? Because I want it, because I love it, I want to give them something they are not anymore? Or does it all have to do with Mark? I really don't want to give him the honor. But did he poz me up? I know his watch lit up red. I'm still mad at him. But is that all? Or... do I really like the risky sex and crave it? It might be both... I can feel my hole itch again while I am thinking about all this. Should I just see what comes of it? Should I just have fun and fuck? Why not? It's already too late, I guess, for me. So let me take it then, I guess. My mind and body have mixed feelings about it all. But I still love it. I love to get fucked and to get loaded. I walk and walk. At some parts, I see some decorations. It looks like they are making the hotel ready for another theme day or night. I wonder what more the hotel staff has in mind for us. Slowly, I start to get closer to the main pool. Am I seeing this right? Or? No, it is... in the back, I can see some sort of red lights moving. It looks like it is staying in the same place, one swings from left to right, others are more stable. It looks like it is hip high, but what could it be? And in the middle of the night? As I slowly walk forward, it seems like I'm getting closer to it. I stop for a second and listen. I can hear slapping, groaning... Is it what I think it is? Is there someone having sex? Poz guys? It has to be... the red lights, are they coming from smart watches? It sounds like someone is taking it really good. Just like... I probably did... my heart races. Slowly, I walk forward again. Should they mind me passing, or watching, or... more? I feel my own cock swell a bit. I am getting harder, walking up there with just some shorts. My nipples are hardening from the air that's touching my skin and the horny feeling I am experiencing. Slowly, I walk to it; it's close to the pool. I can see shades of people, and they are not noticing me. I hear whimpers, groaning, laughing, and hard slapping. It has to be the balls and thighs slapping against someone's ass. My heart raced as i approach the shadows by the pool. The sound of wet, rhythmic slapping grows louder, and the scene that unfold before my eyes is one of pure lust. It's Kayode, bound to a table at the side of the pool. Strapped with his arms tight over the table, legs spread and completely naked. His cock is half-hard, swinging between his legs, cum dripping from his ass down his legs and onto his cock and balls. His ass is red and torn, his body looks bruised, his head hanging down, and with each thrust, his hair waves up and down and his body bounce against and over the table. The sounds of flesh slapping and muffled grunts are filling the air, with sometimes a moan from Kayode's throat. my eyes widened, taking in the sight of Kayode distressed face and the unmistakable evidence of the rough treatment he is receiving. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, mixed with something else—resignation or perhaps even a twisted form of pleasure. The men around the table are a blur of motion, their faces shadowed by the night. I can feel my cock swell in my shorts, a silent betrayal of my emotions. I bit my lip, my hand subconsciously moving to stroke my hardening shaft as I watched the relentless assault continue. Each time the top withdraws, I can see the shimmer of cum leaking from Kayode's abused hole, only to be plunged back in with a wet slap that sends tremors through the table. Inching closer, I smell the potent aroma of sweat and sex that clings to the air. The sight of Kayode's muscular ass being mercilessly fucked by the group of men captivates me. I can't help but feel a perverse attraction to the scene. My hand tightens around my cock, stroking it in time with the pounding rhythm of the men's hips. The moon casts a silvery light across the pool's surface, reflecting the anguished expressions on the faces of Kayode and his tops, highlighting every bead of sweat and drop of cum. My eyes trace the contours of Kayode's body, from the broad shoulders to the tight, round cheeks that are being so roughly used. The sounds grow louder, the men's grunts and slaps against flesh echoing in his ears like a siren's call. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes," he growls. "Another punishing toxic load, you slut." He smashes his body hard against Kayode's ass, his cock piercing deep inside him. Pulsing, moaning... fuck... fuckkk... dammmmm... you slut... I hear him groan. He just shot a load in Kayode. Photo of the group of men Fucking Kayode. Dont miss the guy with the yellow swimming shorts. As the group of men notices my approach, their grins grow wider, the glint in their eyes sharper. One of them, the guy who just came into Kayode, withdraws his cock; a veiny, thick cock is glistening from its withdrawal, covered in cum and red ass fluids. He steps forward to me with a smile on his face. "Looks like you want a taste, don't you, boy?" while he slaps Kayode's ass. We are almost done with him, just two more, then you can have his hole. The guy walks to Kayode's face. "Lick it clean, slut," he commands, while giving him an encouraging slap on the face. I can see the pain and tiredness in Kayode's face when he slowly opens his mouth. He has no choice; this is still his punishment for breaking the rules in the roulette game. The guy slides his veiny, thick, glistening cock into his mouth. "That's it, boy, clean it...." I see Kayode shiver, disgusted by what he is tasting. Smelling and tasting the guy's cum, his own ass, his ass fluids, his torn bloody hole, and all the cum he took before. It has to be hundreds of loads, old ones from the beginning of the evening and fresh ones, all mixed up in this hole and now tasting it in his mouth. But he cleans that cock like it is his job to do so. My own cock starts to swell more, looking at it. But I can also feel the pain of Kayode. I look at his ass. It's ripped open, bloody, cummy; I can see big plops of cum in his open hole and running out of him. His sphincter is ripped. I can clearly see where the muscles are torn from each other, from all the fucks he took. Kayode's ass will never be able to close anymore; he will never be tight again. I guess... I guess... his ass will leak for his whole life. As I watch the tops, my mind twists. They look rough, like dirty bad boys. And looking at Kayode, how they use him, they are. They have to be somewhere in their 30s or 35. Maybe young daddies? A group of friends, partying here, freaking guys, spreading their seed. They might have just come out of one of their matched rooms from the daddy event. They fucked a guy relentlessly before they left their matched rooms. They might have found Kayode here on their way back and decided to fuck as a group. A shiver runs down my spine with this thought. The next guy approaches Kayode's ass-a guy in yellow swim shorts. He looks smooth and wears a small necklace. On his face, he has a small beard, which gives him a bad-boy look. He slaps Kayode's ass. Damn, that's an open hole... and he starts to grin. The red screen of his smartwatch shines on Kayode's cum leaking butt. Within a second, he drops his shorts and a hard, unshaven cock becomes visible. His cock is average, covered in veins, pulsing with every heartbeat of the guy. Right on the top of his cock, he has a piercing and on his shaft. "I am going to fuck that hole real nice and rip it even more," he laughs, while he puts the cock's head against the open, sloppy hole of Kayode. I can see Kayode react to the cold metal piercing. Then the guy just pushes it in; he does it real fast. He isn't worried about Kayode; he does not ask him if he is ready, and he definitely does not let Kayode get used to it. He just slams it in. His hips slap against Kayode's ass. The sound of the slap echoes over the swimming pool and against the hotel walls and forest. With that, I can hear a clear "yep" from Kayode. I see him stare at me, tears running down his face. He is in pain. His hole is taking another cock, tearing him even further in his already torn-up hole. I'm standing there, watching the scene unfolding before my eyes. Watching the guys slap deep and hard into Kayode's hole, ripping him open. Clearly roughing up his hole and making him bleed again. Kayode is watching me, tears in his eyes. "Please stop," he begs silently. "Please... I can't take it... my hole... my hole. It hurts. Please..." Kayode is begging silently. He's just exhausted, and his hole is in pain. The guy does not look up; he just keeps ramming his cock into his hole. "Fuck, you're open-too open," he laughs. "It's hard to feel that hole of yours around my cock," he shouts to Kayode. I'm in shock, and I'm not sure what to do now. Somehow I have to give Kayode some relief, he clearly needs it. I need to help Kayode... but how... and what will it cost me? I look to the top. How can I stop him, how? The top shouts again, "Fuck, your hole is so open.... it is so sloppy. It's almost impossible to feel your hole on my cock. Damn, I can only feel the loads inside you, you slut." While I hear Kayode hiss in pain, I react instinctively. With trembling hands, i undo my pants "Is he too loose for you, mate? That cock needs a proper ass that pleases it." In an instant, I drop my shorts, showing him my ass. With that, I think... "Fuck, did I just do this?" I can see the guy smile. "Mmmm, that ass of yours might be better indeed. Bend over, boy." I see him pulling his cock out of Kayode's ass. A big plop of cum comes running out with it. His veiny cock, covered in thick, slimy cum, is all from Kayode's ass. It has to be cum from all the fucks he took before-a mix of cum... from how many guys... who knows. He walks up to me and pushes me to bend over on the same table where Kayode lies. Our faces meet, eye to eye with Kayode. Kayode watched with a mix of shock and relief, "I'm sorry," I hear him whisper to me while I feel cold metal touching my sphincter. Kayode's eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy, but I only nod in reassurance. I feel the guy's cock against my sphincter, slowly building up the pressure. Here it comes, he shouts. I feel a sharp pain that seems to rip through me like a hot knife. I clench my fists, biting back a scream as the stranger's cock stretches me open, a burning sensation of the piercing tearing through me, roughing up the walls of my hole. The cum from Kayode's ass coated the guy's cock and piercing, making the entry slicker, but no less painful. My own cock, which had been semi-erect from the arousal of the situation, now grows rock hard as the man's rough hands grip my hips, holding me in place. I can feel the cold metal of the piercing digging in, ripping my hole open, a constant reminder of the foreign object that is now claiming my body. Each time the man pulls out, a string of cum and sweat clings to the piercing, only to be pushed back in with the next powerful thrust. My ass is in a maelstrom of sensation. The pierced cock thrusts into me with a ferocity that is both terrifying and exhilarating. I feel myself being split open, the metal piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body with every thrust. Each time the man's thighs smack against me, the piercing digs deeper, the sensation almost too much to bear. Yet, amidst the agony, there is an undeniable thrill-a sense of belonging, of being claimed in the most primal of ways. I moan loudly, my body shaking with each powerful thrust from the pierced man behind me. My own cock bobs with the rhythm, smearing pre-cum on the table below. Despite the pain, I feel a strange sense of pride-a fierce determination not to let Kayode down, not to show weakness in front of the crowd of men who had used him so brutally. As the pierced man continues to pound into me with unbridled passion, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps echo. A new figure emerges from the shadows, a grin spreading across his face as he takes in the scene before him. "Looks like the party's still going," he says out loud. Dave just in time to join, the pierced guy says to him, while he thrusts his cock deep into me. His voice is a low, gruff rumble. The guy, called Dave, is only wearing some shorts. He has some chest hair, a bit of a sunburn, tattoos on his arms, short dark hair, and a small unshaven beard. He looks like a bad boy, a thug, a real jerk. photo of Dave I watch him while he is coming closer. I guess... he just came from the daddy event and fucked a guy there. His eyes lock onto me, me bent over and getting fucked by his friend. His cock is clearly half-hard in his shorts, from the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He steps up to the table while his hand reaches out to touch the bruised and abused skin of Kayode. Kayode's eyes grow wider; he thought that he had a break but is clearly unsure now. Instead of pity, there is a glint of excitement in Dave's eyes as he runs his fingers over the gaping, cum-filled hole before him. Kayode's eyes widen in disbelief as Dave approaches, "You thought you were done, didn't you?" Dave says, his voice a low, seductive purr that sends a shiver down Kayode's spine. "But the night's still young, and there's so much more I want to do to that pretty ass of yours." He reaches out and runs his thumb over the leaking sphincter, smearing the cum that coats it, eliciting a whimper from the bound man. Dave's shorts hang low on his hips, the waistband digging into the ample flesh of his thighs, and as he stands before Kayode, his cock strains against the fabric. It's a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a wicked curve that promises pain as much as pleasure. His hands are rough, his nails bitten down to the quick, and there's a glint of mischief in his eye that says he knows exactly what he's doing. Without a word, Dave reaches down and rips the shorts off, revealing his massive, throbbing erection. The head of his cock is a dark, angry red, and the veins pulse with the promise of an intense release. He steps closer to the table, the tip of his cock grazing against the side of Kayode's cheek, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum. Kayode looks at me, our gaze locked on each other, silently begging for reassurance from me. I am lying next to him, my body bouncing with each thrust the pierced guy makes. My mind lost in pain and pleasure, doing a job I need to do, giving up my hole. I nod slightly to Kayode. The gesture is seen by Dave, who seems to take it as all the encouragement he needs as he lines his cock up with Kayode's gaping, cum-leaking ass. With a sadistic grin, Dave presses forward. His thick, mushroom-shaped cock head breaches the already abused and ripped sphincter with ease. A strangled scream is torn from Kayode's throat as a new cock fills him up, fucking him deeper than the pierced cock had. I can see the pain on Kayode's face, but it's not unwelcome. It looks like he craves the rough, painful touch that these men give him, and Dave is more than happy to oblige. A tear runs down his eye, but with a small smile on his face. my gaze gets atracted to Dave's smartwatch, wile it lights up red. He is Poz.... he is poz to.... fucking Kayode. Dave's strokes are deep and brutal, his hips slamming into the table with enough force to shake the entire structure. His hands grip Kayode's waist, holding him in place as he uses him like the fuck toy he has become. Each thrust sends a jolt of pain through Kayode's body, but it's a pain that's become almost sweet in its intensity. We are both getting fucked next to each other, both with smiles on our faces and both clearly in some pain. As Dave starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the air, punctuated by the wet, squelching noises of his cock plunging into Kayode's abused hole. The men around us murmur and groan, their own lust stoked by the sight of two beautiful bodies being used so mercilessly. My eyes never leave Kayode's as I take the relentless pounding from the pierced man behind me. Each thrust sends waves of pain crashing into me, but I can see a strange, almost masochistic ecstasy in my friend's gaze. It's a look that tells me that despite our situation, there's a perverse beauty in the connection we share-a bond forged through the fires of pain and pleasure. The pierced man's trust grows more vigorous, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It sounds like he is nearing his climax. I can feel the man's cock swell within me, the piercing pushing against my tender walls. Ripping and tearing as it stretches him to the brink. The pain is intense, like a hot knife ripping through my insides. It has to be his piercing doing this. I clench my teeth and take it all, my own cock bobbing in time with the rhythm of the fucking, precum leaking from the tip. With a roar, the man slams into me one last time, his piercing tearing through my insides, bruising and ripping me open. A final, brutal thrust. I can feel the man's hot seed flooding my insides, the sensation so foreign and overwhelming that I can't help but cry out, my body spasming around his cock. The men around them cheer and shout, urging on the display of raw sex before them. I moan loudly together with the pierced man. I feel his warm cum shooting deep inside me, his cock pulsing and his metal piercing deep in me. We stay like this for a minute, his cock slowly getting softer and his cum finding a path to drip out of my hole. Then he pulls out; I can feel the emptiness that follows, a stark contrast to the fullness that had so recently consumed me. My ass feels raw, bruised, and utterly claimed. Yet, as I feel the man's cum dribble out of me, mixed with the cum from Kaode's ass that he used as lube, there's a part of me that's eager for more. The pain has become a strange sort of comfort, a reminder that I am alive and feeling. Dave's gaze flicks from the glistening mess of cum that spills out of Kayode's ass to my tight, smooth ass, where only a drip of cum is running down-a completely different view compared to Kayode. He licks his lips before he even starts to move. Dave notices that the pierced man is finished with me and that the whole group has just left us alone. He roughly pulls his cock out of the exhausted Kayode, his cock glistening with a mixture of cum and sweat. The sound of his cock slipping out of the torn sphincter is wet and obscene, making my stomach clench in a mix of fear and anticipation. Dave crosses the small space between Kayode and me, his cock bobbing with excitement. He doesn't bother with any pretense of gentleness as he shoves his hand into the warm, sticky, cum-filled hole of Kayode's, his hand turning and pushing in Kayode's hole. Kayode's sphincter all wrecked, so he can't resist and can only endure. Dave pulls out a fistful of cum after a few seconds and smears it onto his own cock. The action is so primal, so utterly depraved, that it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine. His cock all lubed with cum from other men, cum dripping down onto his now wet, cummy, glistening cock. The cum uses the veins on his cock like a highway, running down to the head of his cock where a big cum drop is forming-a drop of mixed cum from all the men that fucked Kayode. I know what's coming next, and despite the pain I have already taken, I can't help but want it. With a grin that's all teeth, Dave leans in and starts to whisper in my ear, "Your turn to fuck him," his hot breath a stark contrast to the cool night air. He gives me a little push, and I stumble forward, my own cock now standing at attention. I look to Kayode, who nods weakly, his eyes glazed over but a spark of life still burning within them. My hand trembles as I reach down to touch my friend's bruised, used body. I have never felt so conflicted-a strange mix of disgust and desire swirling in my gut. But as my hand wraps around my cock and I line it up with Kayode's ravaged ass, I know there's no going back. I slide my cock into Kayode's hole with surprising ease, the cum in his hole acting as a lubricant. I gasp at the feeling of my cock being enveloped by Kayode's warmth. Dave watches with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it," he purrs, "now I want you to fuck him while I fuck you." The words send a thrill of terror through me, but I feel my body respond, eager to obey the command. I start to thrust slowly into Kayode, each movement sending waves of agony and ecstasy through both of us, our bodies joined in a dance of pain and submission. I'm fucking my friend Kayode... for the first time.... I feel cum floating in his ass, while my cock pushes in and out slowly. It is coating against his walls and my cock, dripping out of his hole each time I go deeper inside him. Cum drips over my shaft down my balls. I'm trying to be gentle, so I don't hurt him. Kayode has had so many cocks now; he is so roughened up. My cock slides in and out of the destroyed hole; the feeling of power and dominance is overwhelming me. I can't believe I am doing this. It feels so wrong that it's almost right. Meanwhile, Dave steps up behind me, his massive cock still slick with cum from Kayode's ass. He presses it against my quivering hole, and with a firm hand on the back of my neck, he guides me back onto his shaft. I can feel his wet, sticky, cum-covered cock against my sphincter. So wet and cum-covered, using it like he is extremely lubed up. My sphincter just can't resist. He presses hard, and his cock slides into me. Fuckkkkk..... dammmmmmm. Auchhhhh. He presses deep. The cum on his cock, lubing and coating the walls of my hole inside me. He is massive. His cock is so thick and huge that I shiver. He is pushing against my prostate, pressing on, so it passes further, deep against my second hole, but also ripping that open. I moan loud..... fuckkkkk. And he slides even deeper. The head of his cock pushes deep beyond my second hole, till his balls touch my ass. He is in. I'm all filled up; I feel stretched, I feel pain, I feel cum inside me. The sensation of being filled from both ends is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The pain and pleasure are indistinguishable as Dave's cock stretches me open while I fuck my friend Kayode. I can feel the heat of Dave's body, the slap of flesh as we move together. Dave's grip tightens on my neck, forcing me to arch my back and push deeper into Kayode. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his words a stream of filthy encouragement that only serve to drive my own desperation higher. "Fuck him," Dave growls, his hips bucking as he starts to thrust into me with a rhythm that matches my movements. "Make him feel it, make him scream," he growls again. My ass clenches around Dave's thick cock as I obey, my own cock pumping in and out of Kayode's ravaged hole with a fervor that surprises me. The pain is intense, but it's a pain that I now crave, a pain that fuels my own climax. With each powerful thrust, I feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter. Dave's hands are everywhere-one hand gripping the back of my neck, keeping me in place, the other hand smacking my ass, leaving a red handprint. His cock is like a knife, driving into me without mercy, the head of it brushing against my prostate with every stroke, while he pushes it deep inside of me beyond my second hole. My eyes roll back in my head, a silent scream of agony and pleasure tearing from my throat as I'm sandwiched between the two men. Kayode's body shakes with each thrust, his muscles spasming from the abuse he's taken. Yet, as he feels my cock pounding in him, something changes. There's a spark of life that returns to his eyes, a hunger that wasn't there before. He starts to push back into me, meeting my thrusts with a desperation that seems to fuel the fire burning within him. I can feel the pressure building in my own balls, the pain from Dave's monstrous cock only serving to heighten the pleasure of fucking my friend. I can't believe I am doing this, that I am becoming a willing participant in this depraved act. But as I watch the pleasure-pain play out across Kayode's face, I know this is what all three of us crave now in this moment. Dave's grip on my neck tightens, his other hand coming around to grip my hip, pulling me back onto his cock with bruising force. "You like that, don't you?" he snarls, his breath hot against my ear. "You like being the little slut in the middle of this train?" I can't form words, but my moaning is all the answer Dave needs. The thickness of Dave's cock stretches my hole to its limits, the pain so intense that it borders on unbearable. Yet, with each brutal thrust, I feel my own cock getting harder, sliding in and out of Kayode's wrecked ass with a wet, slapping sound. My mind is a whirlwind of lust and pain. Dave's grip on my hips is like iron, holding me in place as he thrusts into me without mercy. Each time he pulls out, I can feel my insides clench around the thick shaft, desperate to keep it inside. When Dave slams back in, it's as if my entire body is being torn apart, the pain so sharp it makes me see stars. My ass is a battlefield, a place where Dave's mighty force meets me and crashes into me, leaving me feeling utterly used and destroyed. Fuckkk…… Fuckkkk…… Dammmm…… ohhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhhhh…. Fuckkk….. I keep moaning. The head of Dave's cock hits the bruised and swollen walls of my insides, causing me to cry out with every thrust. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of agony that resonates throughout my entire being. Yet, it's not just pain-there's a dark, twisted pleasure that accompanies it, a sense of being claimed so completely by this monstrous cock. My ass is ripped apart, my insides feel like a crime scene where Dave's big cock is destroying me. I can feel my own cock, still hard and pulsing with each thrust, sliding in and out of Kayode's used hole. I am fucking Kayode with a ferocity that matches the relentless pounding I am receiving from behind. Kayode's eyes are half-lidded, his body trembling as he feels my cock crashing in and out of his hole with each powerful thrust of Dave. His torn sphincter clenches around my cock, desperately trying to keep me inside him while I'm getting fucked hard myself. Despite the pain, Kayode's own cock is hard, leaking a steady stream of precum that pools on the table beneath him. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, a symphony of raw, animalistic lust that seems to echo off the concrete hotel walls. Kayode is moaning out loud now. His body, too, is a testament to the brutal pleasure we are all sharing. His cock is rock-hard, the head a dark red from being denied release for so long. His eyes are locked on me; the unspoken communication between us is a silent symphony of pain and desire. He clearly feels the beginnings of his own orgasm, his prostate swollen and begging for relief. I can feel it with every thrust my cock pushes into his hole. Dave's grip on me tightens, his thrusts growing more erratic. I can feel his cock swell inside me, the pressure building as Dave seems to hold back his climax. The pain is so intense that I can't tell if I am about to cum or pass out, my hole roughly fucked and torn. I feel wounds in my ass being roughly ripped apart, as if he's going to poke through the walls of my ass at any moment. The pain is almost unbearable, but I want his cock deep inside me. Dave's breath is hot and ragged in my ear, his voice a guttural growl. "You're going to cum for me," he commands, his words a declaration of ownership. "You're going to fill his ass up with your hot, sweet cum." The very idea of it sends a jolt of excitement through me, my cock jerking inside Kayode's stretched hole. Our movements become a frenzy of passion and pain as we all race toward climax. The table beneath us shakes, threatening to give way under the force of our depraved union. My strokes become more erratic, my breathing shallow and desperate as I feel the inevitable building deep within me. Dave's grunts grow louder, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that speaks of his own approaching release. His hand snakes around my waist, finding my balls and giving them a rough squeeze. "Do it," he hisses, "cum for me, cum in him." And with those words, I feel my cock burst within him, my seed spurting a thick rope of cum into the depths of Kayode's ass, filling him up and painting his insides with my hot, sticky essence. Kayode's eyes go wide as he feels the warmth of my cum inside him, his own orgasm following close behind. His body jerks and convulses, his cock spurting cum across the table, his hole tightening around my shaft as if trying to draw out every last drop. The sensation of being filled and bred by me, his friend, is overwhelming. Kayode lets out a scream that's part pleasure, part pain, and all raw need. My body goes slack as I empty myself into Kayode, my eyes rolling back in my head. The feeling of my cock pulsing inside my friend's ass, the tightness that's been with me for so long finally giving way to release, feels so good. I am lost in the moment, the pain of my own ass being ravaged by Dave's thick cock momentarily forgotten. But the reprieve is short-lived as Dave's grunts become louder, more insistent. I feel the man's cock swell even further, his shaft grinding over my prostate with a pressure that's almost too much to bear. His cock thrusts so deep in me, so big and thick. And then, with a roar that seems to shake the very foundations of the hotel, Dave cums, his hot seed filling my ass with a force that makes me scream. The thick, sticky cum spurts deep inside me, coating my raw, torn tissue within me. The sensation of being claimed so completely by this brutal, primal force sends me spiraling over the edge, a second orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I am having an anal orgasm, just after I came in Kayode's hole. I feel my body spasm around Dave's cock, my muscles clenching and releasing in a desperate bid to milk every last drop from the man's swollen balls. Dave's grip relaxes, and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction as he pulls out, his cum dribbling from my abused hole, mixed with my red ass fluids. My legs give out, and I collapse onto Kayode. My breathing is raw, hard panting. David's seed leaks out of me, mingling with the cum that already coats my thighs. Kayode watches through half-closed eyes as Dave steps back, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his own orgasm. David's chest heaves with exertion, a smug smile playing on his lips as he looks down at the two of us. He reaches down and runs a thumb through the mess on the table, over Kayode's hole, to mine, bringing the cum that's leaking from us and pressing it all inside of me. I can feel his sticky thumb pushing into me, massaging all the mixed cum from more than a hundred men inside my hole. He laughs. The air is silent except for the harsh breathing of us three, thick with the scent of sex and the coppery tang of blood. My ass feels like it's on fire; the piercing has left several small tears that now burn with the residue of Dave's climax. A sticky, uncomfortable reminder of the brutal fucking I've just endured. Dave steps back, grabbing my underwear that's lying on the ground and wipes his cock clean on it, making my underwear sticky and full of cum. "You two make a fine pair of cum dumpsters," he sneers, his voice thick with disdain. "You're both so eager to be filled up, aren't you?" He laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that echoes off the hotel walls and palm trees. Kayode and I lay there, panting and trembling, our bodies a mess of cum and sweat. We can't even find the energy to protest as Dave says his goodbye, his words a parting shot that stings like a slap. "You know you'll both be bent over soon again," he adds with a wink, as if the thought of them being fucked is the most delicious secret he could share. Our eyes follow him as he walks away, the sound of his steps on the concrete a fading echo in the dark. We are left alone, our asses still quivering from the relentless assault. Kayode's voice is barely a whisper when he finally speaks. "Jake... please... you need to get back to your hotel room and rest before... before others pass by." His words are slurred, his mouth dry from the exertion. I nod, my own eyes glazed with the pain and pleasure that still resonates through my body. Slowly, I pull my cock back out of Kayode's hole, taking some loads of cum with me, with a plop, dripping down his ass onto the table. Kayode pushes himself up a bit with all the power he has left, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on my mouth. "Thank you," he murmurs, the words thick with emotion. Kayode's own voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks. "Thank you for being here, Jake, really. For... for sharing this with me... for being my friend. For... for everything." The words are a stark contrast to the brutal scene that has just unfolded. "Now go," he whispers again. "Leave me; I deserve this punishment. Go..." while he falls back onto the table, his arms still chained to it. I can feel a tear running down my eye and cheek as I watch him. I turn around, grabbing my sticky, cummy underwear as I pull it on, feeling Dave's cum on my ass, cock, and balls. Whit my shorts in my hand, I walk off into the darkness, not looking back. Just leaving him there. ready for another predator that takes his ass. I run back to my hotel room, and crash into my bed. My ass still leaking in my sticky underwear. I feel fulfilled, used, tired and sorry for Kayode as I fall into a deep sleep.

I haven’t written in a while as all my last several fucks have been relatively ordinary, which is to say one-on-one, or at most getting two different loads by the end of the night, but that all changed tonight. I was horny as fuck, drinking wine, and smoking a couple of joints with some friends when this thick veiny-dicked dude called me, saying he wanted to come over to breed my hole. He’s an older man, 48, hairy, well built and with those cocks that for some reason have a protruding lower vein like some misshaped fruit, making the dick hard to ride and kinda painful but once it gets going it's clear he'll wreck the hole he is fucking. True to his word he came right over, but sadly didn't take long to cum. Still I rode him for a while, squeezing my asshole to make sure he opened me well, and as planned, he soon blasted his load deep inside my guts. Afterwards we chatted a bit while I checked Grindr where I learned a friend from school was going to the bathhouse downtown so I reached-out to him, suggesting we go together. He readily agreed. The only day the bathhouse opens all night is on Saturday, until 8:00 AM Sunday morning, so as to catch all the horny party men on the way home. I was cautiously optimistic I'd get several loads without the necessity of fending off rubbers. We got there and my friend and I walked into the dry chamber and I started to blow him. He’s got a really thick and curved dick, so I swallowed it whole and was soon jumping on top of it as seven to nine guys gathered to watch. I counted them as I checked out their dicks, beckoning each one to come forward for a blow while I got fucked. While most of the guys were receptive to my invitation, there was one man who was playing shy most didn’t come over, but eventually he stepped forward and, after some effort, I had his exceptionally long, monster dick which I finally got down my throat, as the man's balls bounced against my chin. After several minutes of working monster dick, I decided to give my jaws a break, so I released the monster dick as I also slid off my friend's cock, and turning around, decided I'd finish off my friend with a blow job. The monster dick, however, was not so easily the discouraged as, without any preliminaries, the monster dick slid into my ass, giving me a vigorous fuck. The audience was getting bigger, and another guy approached us and took my hands towards his cock, which was thick, veiny, long, big - in short, a cock I'd be happy to breed me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” asked the monster dick in my ass. I couldn't effectively answer him as I was deep-throating my friend. Instead I reached behind myself, grabbed him about his waist, and did my best to hold him steady until he blew. Moaning and grunting, the man stood still until his balls released his sweet liquid in my guts. Two loads so far. Not a bad day. He withdrew and to my great pleasure, the thick, veiny, long cock I noticed earlier slid into my ass. It may have hurt like hell, but the idea of having a dick stirring the two loads inside me helped me take it like a man. He fucked me for a while and was soon announcing that he’d cum soon. “You want it? Beg me for it”, he commanded. Fuck, is attitude got me going. The're nothing like a man who recognizes another's need to be recognized as a cumwhore. “Breed that hole, man, leave that load deep and don’t pull out till every drop is in me”, I said, making sure I was heard. He groaned, moaned and was soon awarding me with my third load of the night, withdrawing only after I relaxed my ass muscles, releasing his cock to make its departure. After this I stood-up, stretched, retrieved my towel and walked straight into the little dark room that’s next to the first floor terrace, hoping as I did so, that some of the crowd would follow me. As soon as I got in a found his big bellied hairy guy just sitting there in the darkness with a really low hanging dick. I was soon on my knees deep-throating that soft meat, that sadly wouldn’t get hard for another while. Fortunately I saw a skinny shadow come towards me. The skinny guy thoughtfully guided my hand towards his crotch where, hot damn, I found more big dick. It was amazing. He turned me around, pushed my head down to continue sucking on the big bellied guy and shoved his dick in my ass. Fuck yes, another big dick was now stirring the three loads in my hole. He fucked me hard and fast, being really loud with the grunting and making sure our skins clapped against each other. A crowd formed in the darkness, and people kept trying to grab my chest and arms and hard dick. When the grunting and moaning got more intense and then quickly subsided I turned around with him still in me and asked “Did you fill that hole good?” “Fuck yes,” he replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice. Abruptly I heard someone moan in the darkness as one of the onlookers came. How the exchange between me and the top could get someone off in a dark room is beyond me, but who am I to judge? He pulled out and I felt something big open my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe I had another big dick mixing up his DNA with the other four loads I had inside. I sensed this guy was older, and his dick was something out of this world - one of those huge cocks that completely fills-up and stretches open a bottom's cavities. The guy leaned over, presenting me with some welcome poppers, giving me time to take several huffs before he proceeded to plow me hard, using a methodical, rhythmic pattern of thrusts that reduced me to a true fuck hole. It was fucking perfect. He asked me for the poppers back and took a hit, telling me he’d come soon. I said aloud “Please fill that hole, sir,” and he followed suit in perfect order. Now, five fucking loads one right after the other from five fucking big dicks don’t happen often where I live, so I had to cherish the moment. Another dick walked behind me and I felt someone lean on me and whisper my name, asking “How many loads to have there, you cunt?” I knew it was my buddy, who I had accompanied in this trip to the bathhouse. "Five," I replied, a smile on my lips. I sensed he was jerking himself off fast, and his cock head was colliding with my ass lips. “Get ready for the sixth,” he said, shoving his terribly thick dick in me. His cock was that which pushed me over the line: I went from spongy to rock hard in seconds, and a load blew out of my cock within a minute or so, leaving the room redolent with the smell of cum, sweat, poppers and ass juices. I turned around and we kissed, celebrating a very successful visit to the bathhouse. After that I got my towel, walked out of the little dark room, took a shower and called a taxi. I'm now heading to bed, the DNA of six different men swirling inside my ass. I can only hope not much will cum will show-up when I make my bathroom call tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

Doug's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his eyes locked on the screen where Jay's profile glowed back at him. He had seen this face before, many times, on a different site—one where the intentions were raw, unfiltered, and dripping with the kind of hunger that made Doug's stomach tighten. But that was the other Jay, the one with the biohazard tattoo above his cock, the versatile top who didn't shy away from the words "poz undetectable" or "bareback." This Jay, the one on the dating site, was softer somehow, though the silver hair and beard were the same, and the confident smirk played at the edges of his lips in just the same way. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers finally moving. You're thinking of trying dating again? he typed, then deleted it. Too eager. He tried again. I noticed you're open to whatever. That's... refreshing. He hit send before he could second-guess himself. The reply came faster than he expected. Open to whatever is putting it mildly. But yes, dating. Maybe. If the right person asks. Doug's pulse quickened. He could practically hear Jay's voice, low and rough, like gravel under boots. He typed back, Dinner? Tomorrow? and then added, Somewhere quiet. Jay's response was immediate. Perfect. There's a place on 9th. Small, dim lighting. Good wine. Doug's cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of that voice murmuring over a glass of red wine. He sent the address of the restaurant and the time, then leaned back in his chair, already imagining the way Jay's beard would brush against his clean-shaven jaw when they kissed. The restaurant was exactly as Jay had described it—small, intimate, with low lighting that cast shadows across the tables. Doug arrived early, his hands wrapped around a glass of water he didn't really want. He had dressed carefully, in dark jeans and a fitted black shirt that clung to his lean frame, the fabric just tight enough to hint at the definition beneath. He wanted Jay to look at him and see something worth touching. When Jay walked in, Doug's breath caught. The man was even more striking in person—tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair catching the dim light. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Doug immediately. Doug stood, his chair scraping slightly against the floor, and Jay's lips curved into a smile as he approached. "You're taller than I expected," Jay said, his voice a low rumble as he extended a hand. Doug took it, the grip firm and warm. "You're not." Jay's laugh was rich, deep. "Fair enough." He sat down, his movements fluid, confident. The waiter appeared, and Jay ordered a bottle of wine without glancing at the menu, his fingers tapping lightly against the table as he spoke. Doug watched those fingers, imagining them tracing down his chest, lower, wrapping around his cock. He shifted slightly in his seat, his jeans suddenly too tight. "So," Jay said, leaning back as the waiter poured the wine. "Tell me something about you that isn't on your profile." Doug swallowed, his throat dry. "I run. Marathons, usually." Jay's eyes flicked over him, appreciative. "Explains the body." Doug felt his face heat. "And you?" "I lift." Jay's hand moved to his glass, his bicep flexing slightly beneath the sleeve of his shirt. "And I'm good with my hands." Doug's cock throbbed at the innuendo, at the way Jay's gaze held his, unflinching. He took a sip of wine, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "I bet you are." Jay's smile widened, and he reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Doug's wrist. "I think we're going to get along just fine." The conversation flowed easier after that, though Doug's skin remained warm everywhere Jay's eyes lingered. They talked about books, about travel, about the way the city had changed over the years. Jay's phone buzzed a few times, and each time he glanced at it, his fingers moving quickly over the screen as he responded. Doug tried not to let it bother him, but the third time it happened, his jaw tightened slightly. Jay noticed, of course. He set his phone down, his expression apologetic. "Work. I'm sorry." Doug waved a hand. "It's fine." Jay's fingers curled around his wrist again, his thumb rubbing lightly over Doug's pulse point. "It's not. But I promise, I'm here now." Doug's irritation melted under the touch, under the intensity of Jay's gaze. "Okay." Jay's smile returned, slow and deliberate. "Good boy." The words sent a shiver down Doug's spine, his cock hardening further. He wanted to be good for Jay. He wanted to be anything Jay wanted. The walk back to Jay's place was quiet, the night air cool against Doug's heated skin. They walked close, their shoulders brushing, and every so often, Jay's hand would graze against his, sending sparks through his body. When they reached Jay's building, Doug turned to face him, his heart pounding. Jay stepped into his space, his hand cupping Doug's jaw, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. "You're beautiful," Jay murmured, his voice rough. Doug's lips parted slightly, his breath hitching as Jay's thumb pressed lightly against them. "I want—" "I know what you want," Jay interrupted, his voice low, commanding. He leaned in, his lips capturing Doug's in a kiss that was slow at first, then deepened, his tongue sliding against Doug's, tasting him. Doug moaned softly, his hands gripping Jay's hips, pulling him closer. Jay's hand slid down, his fingers digging into Doug's ass, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Doug's lips. "I want to see you again." Doug's fingers flexed against Jay's hips, his body aching for more. "When?" "Soon." Jay's lips quirked, and he leaned in again. Doug's cock jerked, his body trembling slightly at the promise. "Yes, please." Jay chuckled, low and dark, and stepped back, his hand lingering on Doug's ass for a moment longer before he turned and walked into his building, leaving Doug standing there, his lips swollen and his cock painfully hard, already counting the hours until he could see Jay again.

The night air was cool as Doug walked with Jay towards his apartment his heart pounding with anticipation. He had been looking forward to this moment since their last encounter. Now after another very pleasant dinner date (less interrupted by texting than before), Doug was hoping this time he would be invited inside, the memory of their last kiss still fresh on his lips. "Hey, come on in," Jay said, stepping aside to let Doug enter the building. He then led Doug by the hand into the elevator and up to his floor. He opened the door to to his apartment and ushered Doug inside. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting a warm light over the room. The scent of Jay's musk was intoxicating. Like Doug, Jay obviously did not use any scent besides his own. Doug felt a shiver run through him as he took in the familiar yet exciting surroundings. "Thanks for having me over," Doug said, his voice slightly trembling. He could feel the tension building between them, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the air. Jay poured them both a drink, the clink of the glasses breaking the silence. They chatted for a while. "So, here we are" he said, handing Doug a glass. They chatted for a while about this and that, after which Jay asked how the week since they met had been for him. "It was good," Doug replied, taking a sip. The alcohol burned slightly, grounding him. "Just been thinking about our last date a lot." Jay smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Oh yeah? What about it?" Doug felt his cheeks heat up, but he held Jay's gaze. "Just how much I enjoyed it. How much I enjoyed... you." Jay's smirk widened, and he took a step closer to Doug. "I enjoyed you too, Doug. A lot." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Doug's cheek. "I think we both know where this is headed, don't we?" Doug nodded, his breath hitching as Jay's fingers trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Yeah, I think we do." Jay's expression softened, and he took a deep breath. "Before we do, there's something you should know. I'm HIV positive." Doug's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded, understanding the weight of Jay's words. "I'm not, but it's cool with me that you are." Jay's eyes searched Doug's, looking for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, he smiled softly. "Okay then..." Doug leaned in, his lips meeting Jay's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a promise, a seal of their mutual understanding and desire. Jay responded eagerly, his hands tangling in Doug's hair as he deepened the kiss. Doug moaned softly, his body pressing against Jay's, feeling the hard planes of his muscles. Jay pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," he said, his voice husky with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He followed Jay into the bedroom, the anticipation building with each step. The room was bathed in soft light, the bed inviting and promising pleasure. Jay turned to Doug, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Doug's shirt, revealing the lean muscles underneath. Doug's hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jay's shirt, pulling it over his head. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the biohazard tattoo under Jay's navel, a symbol of his status and his openness about it. It was a turn-on, a testament to Jay's confidence and comfort in his own skin. Jay smirked, noticing Doug's gaze. He chuckled, his hands moving to Doug's pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. Doug stepped out of them, his cock already hard and straining against his underwear. Jay hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down as well, freeing Doug's cock. It sprang out, thick and long, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Jay's eyes darkened with desire, and he dropped to his knees, his lips wrapping around the head of Doug's cock. Doug gasped, his fingers tangling in Jay's silver hair as he was enveloped in the warm, wet heat of Jay's mouth. Jay's tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and tasting, before he took more of Doug's length into his mouth. Doug moaned, his hips bucking slightly as Jay's mouth worked magic on his cock. He could feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in his stomach. But Jay pulled back, his lips leaving Doug's cock with a soft pop. "I want to see your ass," Jay said, his voice rough with desire. He stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's chest, his stomach, before hooking into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them all the way down. Doug stepped out of them, his ass bare and exposed to Jay's hungry gaze. Jay's fingers traced the curve of Doug's ass, teasing and tantalizing. He leaned in, his tongue swiping over Doug's hole, making him gasp and shudder. Jay chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through Doug. He reached into his nightstand, pulling out a small vial of poppers. "Here, take this," he said, handing it to Doug. Doug took it, his fingers trembling slightly as he opened it and took a deep inhale. The rush hit him almost immediately, his body relaxing, his hole loosening. Jay's tongue swiped over his hole again, and Doug moaned, the pleasure intensified by the poppers. Jay stood up, his fingers tracing down Doug's back, making him shiver. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Doug's ear. "I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. Doug nodded, his body throbbing with need. He turned around, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent over, presenting his ass to Jay. He heard the sounds of Jay applying lube to his cock and then to Doug's hole. He could feel Jay's cock, hard and thick, pressing against his hole. He was grateful there had been no discussion of condoms. Jay pushed in slowly, his cock stretching Doug's hole, filling him inch by inch. Doug gasped, the pleasure and pain mixing into a heady sensation. Jay's cock was thick, stretching him in a way that made his toes curl. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock sliding deeper into Doug's ass. "Fuck, you feel amazing," Jay groaned, his hips starting to move, his cock sliding in and out of Doug's ass. Doug moaned, the pleasure building with each thrust. He could feel Jay's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. Jay moved Doug through a number of different positions. While on his back, Doug couldn't help staring at Jay's biohazard tat as he thrust into him. Doug had been fucked by poz undetectable guys before, in fact that's mostly who he got fucked by these days however infrequently that was. But he hadn't been fucked by a guy with an overt poz themed tat. It definitely added to the arousal. Their ultimate position was back to doggie style. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Doug could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with need. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking it in time with Jay's thrusts. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, his body trembling with the need to cum. Jay's cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's hands gripped Doug's hips, pulling him back as he pushed in, his cock head sliding into Doug's second ring. Doug gasped, Jay's cock was stretching him in a way that made him see stars, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. "I'm getting close," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Where should I cum?" Doug moaned, his body trembling with need. "Inside me, if you want" he gasped, his fingers stroking his cock faster, his body throbbing with need. "Oh, I want" Jay groaned, his hips slamming into Doug's ass, his cock pounding into him. Doug could feel Jay's cock throbbing, his cum filling him, sending waves of pleasure through him. Jay's breath was ragged, his hips slowing as he emptied himself into Doug's ass. Doug then started jerking himself, turned on by the raw cock still in his hole and the cum it had deposited there. He gasped, his own cum spilling over his fingers, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Jay pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from Doug's hole. Jay's fingers traced down Doug's chest, his stomach. "That was hot," he said, his voice soft and tender. Doug nodded, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yeah, it was." They lay there in silence, the weight of what they had just shared hanging heavy in the air. Doug could feel Jay's cum dripping from his ass, a reminder of their intimate connection. He felt a sense of contentment, a sense of rightness that he hadn't felt in a long time. But as he lay there, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense of longing for more. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "I should probably get going," he said, his voice reluctant. Jay nodded, his fingers tracing down Doug's cheek. "Yeah, I guess so." Doug stood up, his body still trembling slightly as he pulled on his clothes. He turned to Jay, his eyes soft and tender. "Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice sincere. Jay smiled, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Thank you," he replied, his voice soft and tender. Doug walked out of the apartment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the night air on his skin, the cool breeze sending shivers down his spine. He made his way home, walked into his apartment and collapsed onto his bed, his body still trembling, his body spent and satisfied, but his mind filled with thoughts of Jay and particularly sex with Jay.

If my boyfriend doesn’t know- that’s on him at this point. He knows my past, and we met at a sauna. I’m sure he has seen sniffles and Grindr on my phone. The reason I got with him was his cock was big. Don’t get me wrong, I love him. But I love being plowed and bred.

As the writer i want to make clear i indeed used AI to help me write the story. I gave it the input to help me write. The storyline and subjects are my own input. If you don't like that it's fine with me and as drscorpio says move on. In fact i noticed a lot of people like it and for me AI is a tool turn the fantasies in my head into cohereny stories. The ideas and fantasies i have plenty but writting is not my strongest point and AI helps me with that like some tools help you with other jobs. So to be clear i use AI and will continue to write stories with the help of AI. I hope the discussion is closed or continued on another topic if needed.

Hello there, chapter II is here 🙂 WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? CHAPTER 2 The situation unfolded rapidly from then on. Helpless Hank felt two spits on his hole and immediately, something big started to push in. This is insane, Hank thought. Although he gave up fighting and knew that his ass will not come out of this unhurt, feeling a monster dick pushing to his hole made him think it’s physically impossible for such cock to be able to penetrate him. Yet another mistake of Hank. Within several seconds, the monster cockhead popped into his hole. „Mmmmph,“ he tried to yell from the the pain which he felt, but the ballgag prevented him from making much noise. However, while Hank did feel some pain, it was nothing unbearable and he couldn’t help but wondering how come that Mike’s dick entered him so easily. Then it came. Hank felt one big thrust and third of Mike’s cock was inside him. The instinct made Hank yell from pain, but again the ballgag did its work and prevented any significant noise. With second thrust, another third of Mike’s cock got in. Hank again had to try to yell, but the pain felt no worse than with just one third of Mike’s cock. It only took two or three seconds for Mike to push one more time and his thick eight incher was in Hank’s ass balls deep. Hank felt absolutely humiliated once he felt Mike starting to fuck him hard. Here he was, alpha bastard who is used to dominate everyone, handcuffed and bent over the desk, being fucked by some black brute. But apart from humiliation, he also felt sorry for his behaviour towards the petite clerk which got him here at first place. Hank was very much aware that he’s hot headed and it often brings him troubles. With his alpha power, he was used to come of such situations as winner after all, but often at night when he was laying in his bed, some serious questioning of his own behaviour got to his head. He couldn’t help it though, and next day he again acted like a total asshole. So now it’s clear, he thought, an asshole like me can only have his asshole fucked to learn a lesson. He couldn’t unhide his sensitive side to anyone though, especially to these two, he thought, and tried his best to make it clear that he does not like the situation, while still being aware that he has no chance to resist. At one point, he thought that maybe squeezing his ass as hard as possible will make the fucking less comfortable for Mike. But he’s been on mistaking streak and again was wrong. „Yeah,“ Mike screamed in pleasure,“ do that again and harder, bitch! I love tight holes!“ Bad take, Hank realized and naively thought of trying it the other way, relaxing his hole as much as it was physically possible, considering the discomfort of having some dick in his ass. „Trying it the other way, huh?“ Mike asked and continued: „No problem, Pete and I will love to double penetrate you once you’re relaxed enough!“ Hank’s first instinct was to panic, not knowing what to do. He was slowly sinking to some serious self-pity. He felt terrible, sinking so low that it disgusted him. He almost wanted to cry while feeling the huge hard cock in his ass and big black balls hitting his prostate. Drowning in self pity thoughts, the tactile cells of his body highlighted the feel of the balls which repeatedly hit his prostate significantly. Between all those thoughts, it was just slap – slap – slap, repeated again and again. Hank felt absolutely disgusted as he felt those hits, so much that it was starting to seem to him that he’s about to vomit. Oh great, Hank thought, not only that I have to go through this fucking madness, not I’m about to throw up, oh no...this can’t happen! He was prepared for the worst, but tried his best to not to think about it, hoping that the feeling will pass. He was trying his best to not think of the balls which repetedly slapped his prostate, but it was not possible. The more he tried, the more his mind was focused on it. Hank felt lost and turned to his last resort. This alpha bastard prayed, trying to send the polite request to the universe asking for some relief. It worked instantly. However, not really the way that Hank expected. Suddenly, the big balls slapping his prostate stopped feeling disgusting. Instead, Hank was mindblown as it suddenly felt nice. This can’t be, he thought, but focusing on it more, it was clear that it suddenly makes him feel good. One slap, second one then third...yup, it suddenly started feeling really amazing. Trying to scream with ballgag a minute ago, Hank was now seriously silent as something unexpected gives him such sensation. What’s more, realizing that he has this huge black dick in his hole, Hank suddenly got aware that this huge hard dick feels good inside him, too…at that point, Hank shockingly realized that it’s already been several minutes since he started humping against this black alpha top and wants him to fuck harder. He did his best to turn his head to face Mike. Upon doing so, their eyes met and Mike knew immediately. „Seems like your turning point is here, bitch.“ he said and started fucking Hank brutally. „Mmmmmm,“ sounded again from Hank. This time, it was the sound of ectasy. Hank then turned his head again to face Pete, as he now knew this petite man is named. Again just upon their eyes meeting, Pete knew. „OK, but no bites,“ he said and removed the ballgag from Hank’s mouth. Hank had no intention to bite. He already acknowledged that being fucked feels amazing. Knowing that made him curious, but already sure that sucking cock will feel equally good. As he watched Pete unbuckling his belt, a bit of saliva uncontrollably poured out from the corner of Hank's mouth. Oh no, I'm a faggot, he thought. TO BE CONTINUED

Btw I slept with his load in me. Now I need more loads. Also, didn’t ask what his status was and he maybe coming back tonight. We’ll see.

My uncles great I was so relieved when my uncle mark agreed to let me live with him. He’s always been my favorite relative and since I’d be living with him I could afford my dream school. Uncle mark was always the most fun relative. He was also the least present but he lived across the country and apparently his work was very draining . — Im a horrible uncle I shot my load into the 18 year olds sluts pussy before pulling out as master brought the camera around and got a close up of his wrecked cunt. This boy had been at a gay bar we like to frequent on Friday and had asked us to buy him a drink. We bought him more than a few drinks and then took him to my place. Apparently he had been an anal virgin when he got to my house but that didn’t last long. Once we were home, master took him before we made it through the door. As we got out of master’s truck he mad the boy leave all his clothes in the truck. The drunk was resistant at first but me undressing him got him horny enough to streak to the door. The man was clearly eager to be inside so master and I walked intentionally slow as he waited nude by the front door. As master got to the door he forced two of his thick dry fingers into the virgins hole forcing out a scream before he opened the door. Once inside master removed his cod piece, freeing his glorious cock and forced the 18 year old to his knees. I went to the kitchen to prepare the supplies we’d need to break him. I took out 3 new bottles of poppers from the fridge and grabbed a few joints from the cabinet. I also set out several bags of Tina, a dropper of G, a few cans of ice spray, and some slams. But wouldn’t bring those out till later. Finally I went to my bedroom and grabbed the camera. I started recording and focused the video on myself in the mirror. I was 6’ tall and dressed in leather pants and a harness. My thick brown body hair covered my tattoos partially but they were still mostly visible, and I was covered in them. I had a biohazard above my cock and two scorpions pointing towards my cock one on each side of my v line, same as master, and all the slaves he allowed to breed others. Master had selected all my tattoos of course, and piercings as well. He had only allowed me to have my nipples pierced however despite the fact I want many more. Now that the camera was focused I could get to work. As I walked back to the living room, master already had the man gagging on his cock nearly balls deep. I knew not to help him until after master had deposited a load in his ass because master wanted the first load to always be natural and unaided. No lube, no poppers, no douching, no help, and of course no condoms. The 18 year old was clearly motivated as he forced himself to the base of master cock getting his nose straight into masters musky bush. He was finally let off, having passed his first test and lubed up masters cock. Masters cock piercings glistened but there was surprisingly no red on the many spike. Perhaps this virgin might have some talent after all. “Did you like that faggot” master yelled as he put his black leather boot on the man’s rock hard cock. “Yes daddy” the man yelled out as master’s boot crushed his 4 inch cock. “I’m not your daddy, I’m your master” he said picking up the man. He was actually far more mature looking than his face gave, he had pretty thick brown body hair all over and even a tattoo and nipple piercing. Master didn’t like when slaves already had body mods, he liked to pick them all out himself like he did for me. Master slammed the man onto the couch and in one motion slammed into him. The man let out a blood curdling scream as master began the long process of cunting him, but that gave master no pause. He continued pounding into him as the man’s screams quieted and morphed into moans. Master had one hand around the 18 year olds throat, restricting his breathing just enough to make him sluttier, and the other on his balls crushing them ever so slightly to assert dominance and make sure he enjoyed pain. My cock was rock hard in my pants but I knew I had to wait for master to load him first. Now was the most important part. I pulled out the ID I had taken from the man’s pants and put it on his bare chest aiming the camera so his face was clearly in view as well as the ID. “Now faggot, there’s something you need to know before we can keep going.” Master said through the man’s moans as he suddenly stopped pounding him. Resting balls deep in him to which the 18 year old began whining. “Please don’t stop master.” He moaned out trying to fuck himself on masters cock but with his legs up on masters shoulders and arms under his back he could barely move “For me to keep cunting you I need to know that you accept all the consequences” master said firmly holding the man by his waist. “Anything master just keep going” the man moaned out “Both myself and my slave here are HIV positive. If we keep going you will be infected and I need your consent.” Master said looking the boy in the eyes He looked terrified, he had clearly only turned 18 recently and probably wasn’t out yet there was now way he was on prep. Master could see his hesitation and slid almost all the way out before pound back in forcing precum out of the virgins cock. “Yes” he moaned out as master hit balls deep. “Look into the camera say your name and your age and that you want us to infect you with the incurable illness HIV and cunt you” master said slowly The 18 year old looked into the camera and said “ I’m Alex Pooler I’m 18 years old and I want to be filled with your diseased cum and infected, please just keep fucking me.” Master grinned saying “good whore” before giving him five more hard thrusts and holding the last one. I knew he had filled the whore up and grabbed a cup off a side table holding it under the whores hole. As master pulled out red tinged cum flowed out, the slut was too wrecked to hold it in and master pushed on his stomach making sure all the cum flowed out. “Drink up slut you have a long weekend ahead of you” I said handing him his prize that he gulped down dazed.

The Marine and the Troll Under The Bridge 7-31-2025 I have been trying to find the courage to post this one for a long time, It is one of the reasons I was just a Breeding Zone Lurker/Reader and not a full user. For those who have liked my Sticky Situation in another forum, this is darker. Many may not like it, Most Vets will recognize the shadows that haunt us. Rest assured that this is a work of fiction with some landmarks and truisms tossed in. However, my hesitation in posting is because this could have very well happened to me. It is not a happy fantasy cum true. Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. /////////// Mike here, 21Years old, 5’11” when I stretch, 28” waist,160 Lbs. and a 7 inch cut dick and I am a Gay Marine. When I say gay, I mean in the spectrum of things, I am pretty damn gay. Or as gay as a virgin can be. In Highschool, I had eventually realized I was gay like my Uncle who at that time was also pretty damn gay. I mean I tried doing the traditional route, I dated girls in Highschool but never seemed to get as lucky as my peers, mostly it was a drain on my poor wallet. It had occurred to me that my friends might be fudging their scorecards some, but I had nothing to measure against. Marine Corps Bootcamp was not a discovery risk. Plenty of gay Recruits have earned their EGA. Boot Camp – East Coast/West Coast is pretty regimented down to 5 minute timeslices. If a Recruit has time to pop a Boner, the Senior Drill Instructor is letting his Junior DIs slack off. My uncle tells me that back in the day, female Beautiful Alluring Marines unofficially known as BAMs were only trained at PI, but then everything changed. Females were still taught makeup appropriate for the uniform, but they were expected to Shoot (Every Marine A Rifleman) regardless of sex, and both the Boot Camps in Hollywood and PI were machines that instructed Recruits in the Core Fundamentals of the Corps: Honor, Bravery, GUNG HO/Pulling Together, Combat Basics all while instilling the foundation of never leaving a Comrade Behind. Gung Ho was lifted from the Chinese, Semper Fidelis was the bedrock Prejudice of color were mostly expelled in WWII around the timeframe after Iwo. One color Mattered and it was Green (or) the flip side of that was Khaki. Old Corps Marines might dimly recall the mantra of Green Side Out, Brown side out, run in circles scream and shout. The ITV network at bootcamp was always streaming Sands of IWO Jima so that by the time a recruit graduates and goes to additional schooling or the Fleet, they have seen it around 40 times. Aviation fields were integrated with Naval Training at NAS Pensacola if you had spunk, or were otherwise worthy, and failed a technical course, you might be dropped to a less technically demanding track like Avionics would drop back to Aviation Electrical, Aircraft Engine Mechanic might drop to Airframes and Structures so as to not waste the core aviation training you already had. Mechanics who were situationally aware at the line level units were evaluated for Crew Chief or Door Gunner Duty. It was as a Crew Chief, my soul died. I had seen combat, I had even benefited from counselling during and after combat. I had lost Battle Buddies and Warrior Brothers, it was a heavy burden. Some peers had committed suicide, prevention screening was heightened. Then the event that changed my life for the worse. During a training mission a catastrophic failure which prevented any real effort to Auto-Rotate dumped 4 of us and a UH-1N into Davy Jones’ Locker. Most Marines get Water Survival Qualified at least once. Aviation crew personnel in the Marines and the Navy are required to go through the Dunker Trainer. If successfully completed, you have a 9 in 10 chance of exiting a water crash if you retain consciousness during the initial ditch. I was knocked so hard I cracked my helmet but I was conscious enough to take a deep breath and try to move towards the front pilot in command a copilot seats as the sea rushed in but the flooding and the increasing darkness fuzzed my awareness. Then I was being pulled out backwards by my flight vest and broached the surface sputtering with the other surviving crew member Joe Richwalski who said “at least I don’t have to do Mouth to Mouth” as he inflated my flotation bladder in the vest took another deep breath and dove down, his vest remaining uninflated. I dipped my aching head and tried to peer though the murk. I was panicked but mechanically preparing to deflate my vest and dive when Joe again broached the surface. We can’t reach them and turned his face away but dove again in case he was wrong. The Rescue was pretty quick during combat or training – if a tracked flight goes off grid, the response is ASAP. My debrief and report got Joe cited with a Meritorious Service Medal and my head and orthopedic injuries got me transferred from flight status to medical holding. Segregation of serious Combat Wounded Marines and those who suffer an injury as a line of duty incident is routine. If a Marine just back from deployment wraps their Motorcycle around a telephone pole while drunk, that is not usually a Line Of Duty injury. The fact that it was a mech failure of equipment with loss of life during operations training meant I was re slotted into a billet until I could be medically stabilized, evaluated and potentially medically discharged. My new Duty Station assignment was published, I was attached to Marine Barracks Annex, Washington DC. Because I had done band and music in High School, and Sound/Theater during the same period, by oddball chance I was slotted into a ‘Roadie’ billet supporting the Marine Orchestra. The in-brief/Welcome Aboard was typical but some of the specifics were non-standard. The extra decorum expected of Marines in the Nations Capitol, and the Rocks and Shoals that would get us into instant trouble. A whole list of historical infractions such as drunk Marines trying (and sometimes succeeding in the old days) of climbing the Whitehouse Fence; right down to Drunk and Disorderly; or the catchall ‘Conduct Unbecoming A Marine”. I had been low, now I was very low. Then I learned my Uncle had died. While I had affection for my parents, somehow, I loved my Uncle more. The whispers not from my parents but from the cousins was that it involved complications from AIDS or HIV. Knowing my attraction towards men, and knowing the risks, the last time I spoke to my Uncle I had asked him to take my virginity. His response after a pause, Oh Mike, I love you like you were my own son. I could not possibly, and I heard something unintelligible, and he hung up. When I came back from the funeral, I still had some leave and I went on a bender. The Gayborhood on East Capitol Street that my Uncle had once described was gone. Remington’s, Mr. Henry’s, all gone. However, there were still plenty of bars and about 01:30 in the morning, I realized as they prepped for last call that I was too broke for a hotel, and too drunk to successfully bluff my way back through the security gate. This may be redundant for Vets who know it already, but perhaps for a few it will bring into focus just how much of a burden Marines can carry. The Marine Corps was born in a Bar so a drunk marine is nothing new. I had tied one on trying to anesthetize my mind from the pain of compounded loss. To add to my woes, it started raining, then pouring rain. I huddled under one of the overpasses in despair. I was as wary as I could be but even if I got rolled/robbed they would not get much. The ever-present homeless population noticed the high and tight haircut and most kept to their selected spots but one said to scoot up the underpass slope – the chilly wind is not so bad there. He said his name was Leo and I told him my name was Mike. Leo said Marine Right? I replied yes. Leo said thank you for your service. I hung my head. What’s wrong? I assure you are not the first Marine to pause under this shelter and you won’t be the last. In my drunken state, I started recounting my story providing what a sober mike would realize was too much information. I fell asleep and became wakeful with some wonderful feelings. The rain was still pounding, my dick was out. Had Leo been blowing me? My erection had never been this hard even when jacking off and watching porn. I had no other experience to compare it to. I started buttoning up and Leo said no worries, just helping out a shipmate. I looked a silent question in his direction. ’82 he said after a bit, just before the Marine Barracks was attacked. Friends of mine went ashore from the LHAs for a card game. He leaned back over and unbuttoned my fly while keeping a wary eye on my reactions. I was silent except for a gasp as he took me into his mouth. My erection reappeared and within a short few seconds I blew a huge load down his throat and he swallowed and swallowed, suckling for a while. He must have kept a little because he pulled out a skoal can and hawked a gob into it setting it aside. He said roll over and I hesitantly complied. He pulled my jeans and shorts down and started licking my hole. I was paralyzed with fear and lust Fight or Flight did not even occur to me. My gasps were followed by groans as his tongue entered my anus. With the chill air, I felt warm and Rosy. My anus was relaxed from beer and Leo’s tongue. He stopped and moved up inserting a finger, then two, then three. He spat on my hole and I heard the skol can lid drop as he added my cum to my ass. I shuddered. He entered and not with a finger this time. The initial entry was sharp, but I was calm, and still drunk but aware. As my hole relaxed he went deeper, he was rubbing my love nut and every time my ass would clench he would sigh. Eventually he picked up the pace and his dick expanded further blowing a definite series of cum spirts up my ass. As he deflated and withdrew, he continued his soothing talk. Mike, I’m sure your Uncle would have eventually come around. Here is the gift he did not have the opportunity to give you. I’m sure he would have helped out a shipmate eventually. After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join tour Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough…. …not the end….

I’m a horrible uncle. My nephew had gotten into a college near where I lived and called asking to live with me. The house phone rang as master gave me another slam. A 12” dildo on a fuck machine was pumping in and out of my hole as I was strung up. All the loads I’d taken in the past day were flowing down the dildo out of my hole. As the sensation of the slam rolled through me I began begging my master. I don’t know what I was begging him for but I wanted more of everything. Master walked to get the phone. His 6’3 bulky frame was covered in a thick silver gray coat of body hair. His massive cock swung soft between his legs, his spiked Prince Albert and Jacob’s ladder glistening slightly red from our trip to the club last night. He came back in a minute later as I was trying the strech lower so the dildo could reach deeper in me. He put the phone up to my ear saying “Your nephews calling” with an evil smirk. As he held the phone to my ear with one hand he used the other to pick up a beaded sounding rod and begin pushing it down my semi hard t dick. “Hey jack” I got out trying my hardest not to moan as each thick bead of the rod popped into my urethra. “What’s up” “Hey uncle mark, I was just calling to check if I could stay at your place this year for school-“ I let out a gasp as master got the end of the sounding rod into me, and the continued pushing into my piss slit with his thick pinky. The rod going deep into me. “Are you ok uncle mark” jack said in response to my gasp “Yeah bud just got jammed something sorry go on” I responded breathily as master turned up the speed on the fucking machine and set the dildo to vibrate. “Oh ok well I was going to ask if it’s okay for me to stay with you this year for school to save money.” Master overheard jack say and gave a devious look. There was no command there but there was an understanding that if I allowed my nephew jack to stay master would be happy as he would make jack his. “Of course you can stay with me, I’ll call you back later for more details cause I’m about to finish something.” I said knowing I just sold my nephews future to my master. “Yeah your friend said he had you tied up with something, well thanks I’ll call you later, love you uncle mark.” “Love you too bud” I said as the phone call ended. “I love when you hand me new slaves mark.” Master said putting the phone down “ you’re such a good slave selling out your family to me, so you can cum.” He ripped his pinky from my dick hole, the sensation pushing me over the edge and sending the sounding rod shooting out, the beads popping through my slit adding to my spun out orgasm. A mixture of cum and piss shot from my cock straight onto master as he let me free from the chains and I collapsed forward, grabbing onto him and licking my fluids off of the biohazard tattoo above he cock.

I would very much recommend against doing this. You WANT to be able to feel what's going in your hole. If there's a problem and you feel it you want to STOP so you don't have a tear in your rectum.

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A couple of months ago I met-up with a guy on Manhunt. He was a bottom, 20 years old, white, still even living at home, and between boyfriends. He wanted to get fucked, and was frantically horny. He said he was negative, and I assured him I was likewise. We discussed if we were going to go bareback or use a condom. He told me that he had only gone bareback once with his ex-boyfriend, so we would use a condom. He asked if that was ok, and I said “sure, that’s fine,” thinking I would blow him off. Then he asked if I came a lot and if I could cum more than once. Bingo - I saw an opportunity. I told him that I shoot a lot of cum even on my second or third round, but that if I used a condom I could only cum once because after the first time, that the rubber desensitized my dick so much I couldn’t stay hard. But, on the other hand, if I went bareback I could go for two or three rounds (which was actually true). He liked the idea of multiple rounds with me, explaining his former boyfriends had generally had had low sex drives, and, consequently, he was never particularly satisfied in his sexual encounters. In short, he was intrigued by the notion of a multi-cummer who could truly wear-out his hole. Weighing up his remarks, I figured he would probably be open to barebacking, so I invited him over, and told him to pick-up some condoms. He agreed, and took down my address. He showed up an hour later, and was clearly nervous, so we talked a bit while seated on the coach. As he gradually relaxed, I sensed it was time to down to business, so I slid closer to him, took his face in my hand, and began to kiss him. Man did the clothes fly! We were naked within minutes, exploring each other’s bodies with abandon. His cock was a respectable five or six inches, and his balls were drawn tight - presumably out of excitement. Naturally, my cock was turgid, and my big balls ready to deliver their four-day load as directed. Leading him to my bedroom, we maneuvered into a 69 position, each pleasuring the other. He did a decent job sucking my cock, although I was really too big for him, so he focused on stroking the shaft while sucking the head. I swallowed his cock and consecutively swallowed each of his balls as I played with his taint, sensing such as the best way of readying him. Eventually I flipped him over onto his belly and rimmed his bubble butt. For a generally smooth guy, he had an interestingly hairy ass. Fucking sweet! He damn near knocked me off in excitement. Apparently, no one had ever done it to him before. When his ass seemed amply relaxed, I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cock along his crack, showing him that I was ready to fuck him. His build was a lot smaller than mine, so I took command, wrapping my entire body around him, holding him in my arms, grinding my cock against his bubble ass. This turned him on, as I knew it would. This kid was a submissive, and wanted to be dominated by a man. A man he would get! He moaned, and then whispered the words I had been waiting to hear: "fuck me." Smiling with inward satisfaction, I grabbed some lube (which I had placed within arm’s reach) and greased up my bare cock. He didn’t offer-up a condom, and frankly I don’t know if he even had them. I slowly slid my cock head into him, giving him a minute to adjust, as my cock is fairly large, and when the time seemed ripe, eased the entire shaft into his warm, wet, tight ass. I could feel his ass muscles alternately clench down and push back against me, impaling himself onto my raw cock. He was hardly inexperienced, even if generally unsatisfied with his partners. He had mentioned that, when most guys fuck him, they came in under a minute, and he hated as much because he never had time to get off. I could understand why the earlier tops had come so quickly: his ass was round and perfect, but I was determined to make the experience memorable for him, so I measured my strokes so that I wouldn’t blow too quickly. I wanted to convert him in more than one sense. Several times, as my breathing got heavy and I got close, he asked me if I was going to cum yet, and I told him “no, man, not yet - we’ll make it last,” slowing down to delay my orgasm. When I had regained control, I resumed pumping my bare cock in and out of his ass, keeping him pinned directly against the bed, so he couldn’t get to his own dick. Finally I let it go. My balls contracted, sperm shooting out of my raw cock into his ass, pumping him full of poz cum. I unloaded for perhaps 15 seconds, relishing in breeding him. He had no idea what he had taken, besides my cum, into his hole. As my orgasm subsided, I continued to slowly fuck his ass, while he just moaned, feeling my cum squishing around inside him. About 10 minutes later I rewarded him with another load of cum on top of my first one. Spent for at least a little while, I pulled out with a wet plopping sound, and kept him face down so my seed wouldn’t spill out of his ass. I stroked his hole, soothing it with gentle massaging, as we talked for about half hour, and I worked my cock. In due course, my cock regained turgidity, and I had him reposition himself doggy style, mounting his ass again, barebacking fucking him from behind. This time, however, I allowed him to jack his dick. After ten minutes or so, he asked if I was close. I was and said as much, to which he replied "I want to taste it this time." I replied “Nah - this one’s also for your hole. You can eat my fourth load,” whereupon I blew inside his butt, notwithstanding his request. His ass was made for breeding, and I wanted to make sure it was done to completion. As I came, he shot his load onto the bed and collapsed on his stomach, with me on his back. I continued to pump his ass slowly, and him if he wanted my fourth load, but he was exhausted, and truth be known, so was I. He got all mushy and clingy then, wanting to hang out and talk, but I cut him short saying I had to run. I also wanted to get him out the door before he asked to use the bathroom, thus giving my poz cum the time it would need to work its way into his body. Notwithstanding my seeming rudeness, he contacted me a few days later, wanting to get together for another session, but we never did. My work was done, and I knew was sure of as much when a few weeks later, while chatting on-line, he mentioned he had the flu, and wasn’t feeling well. I told him it was going around, and was sure he’d be better soon. Yeah, right! Welcome to the brother hood buddy!

After my high had faded I had to begin thinking about my nephews arrival. I knew that for master to take him, we couldn’t treat him like every bar fag. He had to be eased into it and my house was the complete opposite of easy. I knew that I had to clean out the dungeon and turn it into an actual bedroom, I’d also have to hide all the drugs and sex toys lying around the house. It would be a lot of work. — My uber pulled up to a wide one story house in the middle of a neighborhood of similar homes. I had never actually been to my uncle marks place but this is the address he gave me. I walked up to the door and knocked. A minute later my uncle mark answered. He was wearing a wife beater and what looked to be leather pants, with a thick chain and padlock around his neck. He had grown a beard since the last time I’d seen him. “Hey bud” uncle mark said to me pulling me into a hug, I felt something hard push against me where his crotch was but it must’ve just been his pants cause it was way to hard for a penis “Come on in” he said picking up my bag “wow you’ve grown” he slapped my ass as he said it “Thanks” I said “ I’ll show you your room, it’s kind of bare bones but feel free to make it your own.” He said as he walked me through the living room to what seemed to be a guest bedroom. The house seemed pretty normal, if kind of bland for someone who the rest of the family made out to be some west coast hippie artist. The room seemed pretty boring too just the standard bed, dresser, and mirror. It was a really big mirror though, floor to ceiling and about 4’ wide pointed at the bed. “We’ll bud here’s your room, we’ll go to dinner in a few hours, I’ve got some work to finish in my room but let me know if you need anything.” He said leaving. Uncle Mark closed the door on his way out and I made my way to the bathroom. I’d been holding my piss since I got in my uber. The bathroom was weird, there was a urinal on the wall across from the toilet. The shower was also huge and had several extra hoses connected to the shower head. I guess I can’t complain about my bathroom being too nice. — My nephew had really grown up. He was about 5’10 now with a blondish bob, he also seemed to be pretty well muscled from the hug. I walked back into my bedroom where one of master’s other slaves we’re waiting, he had called several of them to help redecorate the house. I had been repaying them with fist fuckings as my cock was still locked up. This slave was a police officer normally, he was a short and stout man with a thick beard and shaved head. The rest of his body was entirely hairless and covered in tattoos about how much of a poz piggy cumslut he is. He wore a micro cage that made his cock into a small metal nub. It had been permanently attached with piercings, this pig hadn’t used his cock in nearly 10 years. He was laying on his back surrounded by used needles from the many slams I’d given him this morning. I grabbed the methed up lube and smothered it on my arm before punching straight into his wrecked cunt. I got easily to my elbow then continued working my way up til his hole had swallowed most of my arm. He was moaning like a pig but thankfully the bedroom was soundproofed so jack couldn’t hear him.

After I shot my last load into Alex on Monday morning I taped up his cunt and told him to not take it off for at least a day. I wrote my phone number on the tape and told him to call me after he tested positive. He was still high on cock and a ton else but nodded along as I pushed him out my front door naked. One of master’s other slaves was parked on the curb ready to drive him home but I thought it would be funny to watch him figure it out. “We got a ton of good footage this weekend.” Master said sitting down on the couch with the camera. I got between his knees and began sucking his cock as he went through the footage. “Mmh” he moaned “ it should be easy to cut up the footage for all the sites” That’s how master afforded his life. He would film everything, cut it up, and sell each clip to individual fetish sites. It allowed for neither of us to have to work and us both to have our own places, although master rarely stayed at his. “I think you’ve been unlocked too long.” Master said as I continued slobbering on his cock. “ let’s get your cage on” he said standing, his cock falling out of my mouth. “Yes master” I responded, following him to the dungeon. I call it a dungeon but it’s more of a storage room for the dungeon of the entire house. It’s where all the supplies not actively in use were kept. My entire house was one big dungeon, the only normal piece of furniture I had was the couch and an end table. The rest of the living room was full of fucking machines, frames for sex swings or bondage, a rotating collection of sex toys, and of course tons of mirrors. The same was true of every other room, even my bed was latex with a four poster frame covered in anchors for bondage. The dungeon was a spare bed room that had a bathroom as well equipped as my own. As we entered master took my cage off one of the shelves covered in a variety of sexual and drug devices and walked back out to the kitchen. Master had a specific ritual he liked to do when I put my cage on. He handed me a pipe and lighter before going behind me and forcing his cock into my cunt. I tried to always be douched and lubed so that master could use me as he pleased whenever he wanted. My cock was rock hard from the ecstasy of master using me. I light the lighter and began heating the bowl. I was breathing in the clouds as deep as I could, feeling myself getting sluttier, hearing my hole get looser and juicier as master fucked me. I refilled the bowl and continued blowing the clouds. My cock was still semi hard and too big for the cage. I finished the bowl quicker this time. I was bent over to counter as I was too high to support myself and it gave master a better angle to get deeper into me. After my third bowl my cock was not only soft but shrunken. I was normal about 4 inches soft but I could feel my cock was barely 2 now “You’re good and high now aren’t you slut” master said as he slammed into me “ your cunt is so fucking loose” he picked me up and flipped me so my back was on the counter. “Ohhh maasster” I moaned as my cock leaked from master pounding my prostate “Oh look at this tiny clit. It needs to be locked up” he said as he picked up the metal cage and locked it on my cock using the same key he used for the chain he had locked around my neck to show he owned me. “Now that’s better isn’t it faggot” he said before slapping my balls full force causing a jolt of pain and pleasure. He started pounding harder and I felt his cock on my second ring. I felt his load shoot through my inner hole and deep into me as he bottomed out. He dragged me to the ground and shoved his softening cock into my mouth and began to piss. I happily swallowed all of him and cleaned off his cock. “I’m going to go home, I’ll be back tonight and we can talk about your nephew.” He said walking to the bedroom to get dressed before he left as I laid on the kitchen floor trying to fist fuck my loose cunt, too high to move.

I was at my local bathhouse servicing the gloryhole. As an erect penis appeared through the hole, I instinctively put my mouth on it. The man was not pumping back-and-forth as some men do. I then noticed that there was a metallic/ salty taste in my mouth. There was some liquid but it clearly was not ejaculate. It turns out this man was releasing small amounts of urine into my mouth. I instinctively swallowed it. He then pulled away and crouched down to kiss me ( I adore kissing through a glory hole by the way).I asked him if he had pissed in my mouth and he said yes. I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or turned on. Has anybody else experienced this? Expecting dick and sperm, but getting dick and urine instead at the gloryhole. Is this the new gloryhole etiquette?

WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME? PART 1 Hank was in tears. „What did you do to me?“ he asked sobbing like a child. „How can I ever be turned on by my wife after this night? She feels disgusting to me after you all loaded my manpussy...the thought of going back home and seeing her makes me feel sick...why did you do this to me?“ 3 HOURS EARLIER Straight. Tall. Handsome. Swaggy. And sexist asshole. Or Hank, as he’s known. Getting off his truck to buy some groceries, he immediately caught attention of all people around. And it was not just about his big bulge which he intentionally made as much visible to the world in his tight jeans. It was about his overpowering selfesteem which long ago shifted to immoral arrogance. Hank was well aware of his sex appeal and he considered all the chicks of the world inferior to him, not to mention gay men who he considered lowest of all, not worth any more than being fucked hard...and definitely not by Hank who is pussy addict and would not ever touch another man. As Hank made those couple steps from his truck to the store, he did not hesitate to say to passing by teen girl that she has a butt worth long fuck. He was enjoying seeing here literally run away to her car so much that he had to rub his growing bulge right there, in front of everybody. And he did not mind it at all. The nature gave him this huge tool, so why hiding it, he thought. Stepping in the store, Hank wasted no time and strictly told the young, petite man behind the cash desk: „Give me three bottles of Hennessy and one packet of Marlboros!“ Unaware at that point, this was the firat core mistake which he did. Instead of blindly going forward with Hank’s request, the petite young man said „It seems that somebody stole your good manners.“ „What did you just say?“ Hank asked, visibly getting enraged, not being used to anybody to not comply with his wishes. „Are you deaf?“ petite young man asked, „My message was clear enough I believe.“ „Listen, you piece of shit,“ Hank started really upset at this point, „I don’t know who you think I am, but If you treat your customers like this, I can as well give you a good old fist punch.“ „Come on, don’t be kidding me,“ the petite man said with no sign of being scared, „you’ll end up being fucked by me and my friends this night If you don’t change your behaviour right now!“ Hank was shocked. „How dare you speak to me like that, you faggot,“ he started to yell around. And that was the second core mistake. In whiff of a second, the petite young man behind the desk just whistled on his fingers and called „Mike?“ And in another whiff of a second, a huge muscular piece of black man entered the room. Hank was lost. He knew that resistance is futile and did not even try to fight when Mike took his hands to cuff them behind Hank’s back. Hank just prayed for the best. While he expected almost anything, he thought that the mention of being fucked by whoever was just a bad joke and he will manage to get home with some bruises at most. And that was the third mistake which he made. In couple moments, things became clear to Hank as he watched the petite young man walking to the store door to lock it and put on the „I’ll be right back“ sign. Being alpha male just minutes ago, Hank was now becoming scared. As Mike led Hank to the back room of the store, Hank was starting to sob. This big muscular brute, always relying on his huge dick power, now felt so small. He might have as well just solidify the „myth“ that those big hunky men are usually the real snowflakes. With some tears running down his face, he knew he was helpless. Once Mike bent him over the desk in the back office, Hank was clear. He might be alpha asshole, but he was not stupid – he knew very well that is alpha asshole is going to be raped. „I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,“ he yelled, but any of his objections turned out to be rejected efficiently when petite young man appeared holding ball gag. Hank did not even manage to catch his breath upon seeing it and it was already tied firmly around his mouth and head. „Mmmmphhhm,“ he said. „That sounds similar enough to ‚Yes, I want your bare dick‘,“ Mike said and pulled Hank’s tight jeans down to his ankles. TO BE CONTINUED

This is a spin-off from The Ballard Brotherhood, and our storyteller is the oldest brother Bret. ————— The cock that was plunging in and out of me was long and thick, and was just what I needed. Seeing Dad lying in a feverish heap at his flat had triggered something, and I had been in heat for the last two days. Not as bad as when Justin’s hole takes over, and even if he had a traffic cone shoved up there 24/7 it probably wouldn’t be enough, but I wasn’t far off. Luke and J had done their best, and even the twins and their hunky boyfriends had all had a go, but I was insatiable. So here I was, at the gym three hours before my shift, starting ‘work’ early. It was certainly doing the job, and I had no problem with how many hours I was going to be spending in the storeroom. The guy fucking me was called Paul, and I had smiled when I first saw the biohazard on his pec recently. The first time he’d fucked me he was relatively new to the gym, looking to lose some emerging flab and build up some muscle, all to try to make his girlfriend more interested in him than she seemed to be. Clearly frustrated at home, he had nervously come to the storeroom one day to seek a release after a good workout, and that had kicked off his other transformation. Why his girlfriend was not throwing him on the bed at every opportunity was beyond me given what he was packing, and he became one of my favourite visitors. But he got curious, bent himself over one day and asked to know what it felt like, and now he was a whole new man who just came across as being happy. All the months in the gym had given him a lean and rocking muscled body, and between our versatile sessions and the other mansex I was sure he was getting, he was now pozzed-up and looking to share. He was back to being a top with me, and I guessed this older bear guy I saw him with all the time was the one keeping him satisfied in other ways. I was quite happy with the switch, as his cock was just made to be plunged into a welcoming hole. But, as with all the fucks I had been taking since I saw Dad’s conversion had begun, my mind was wandering. I was loving the physical feeling of being fucked by whoever was inside me, as I always do, but mentally I was somewhere else. That somewhere varied, but with one thing in common: it would be at the barracks. I could be in bed at home, bent over against the gloryhole in the park toilets, or on the mat in the gym storeroom, but in my head I was in any one of the places I had found to use on the base for encounters with other members of my battalion. Sometimes I would even picture those guys, remembering what it felt like to be with them, hearing their grunts or mutters as they fucked me. I could vividly feel what I felt back then, from the pleasure of the fuck to the fear of getting caught, or from the desperate need for that kind of connection to another man to the humiliation of how most of them would look at me in disgust after they’d blown a load in my hole. I had woken up repeatedly over both of the previous nights having nightmares about the moment I was caught, the interrogations that followed, and the look on the colonel’s face as he declared I was dishonourably discharged. It didn’t take a fucking psychiatrist to see that I still had some shit to deal with from that time, however much I had found incredible happiness with my brothers, my friends, my job, and a whole lot of sex. Maybe seeing my dad finally happy and free with Gheorghe had allowed me to subconsciously put to bed my worries, regret and guilt over any role I had played in his unhappiness and eventual breakdown, and I was now moving on to focus on how I still felt deep down about what had happened to me in the army. The Universe was perhaps playing a game with me as well, based on what happened next. Emerging from the storeroom after the best part of ten hours of fucking and being fucked, having only stopped for loo breaks, cigarettes, water and snacks occasionally, I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn’t have in my contacts. When I opened it I stopped my brisk walking back to the flat to properly read it, as it was from Marcus “Aurelius” Bailey, a guy I had never expected to hear from again. I hadn’t seen him since he had disappeared from the barracks one day, and only later on had I found out he had tried to take his own life and ended up institutionalised. The poor guy was obviously gay, and as far as I could tell also had no interest in being in the military, but his domineering ex-SAS father cast a long shadow over his life and he had wound up enlisted with us at the base and engaged to a girl at home. It was too late when I finally cottoned on to how our antics in any private space we could find were fucking him up, and then one day he was just gone. But now he had got my number somehow, and was reaching out hoping to see me. He had once told me where his family lived, which is where I assumed he was now, but in the text he revealed he was actually living not far from us though he said no more about it. After getting over my shock at hearing from him, not just because I didn’t even know if he was still in a hospital but also because he’d got in touch right when I was re-living my own departure from the army, I replied to say I would love to catch up. I didn’t even get home before he sent another message, and he seemed so eager that I agreed to meet him the next day at a pub in town once I was done at the gym. When I arrived at the pub, I could see him sitting at a table outside with a nearly full pint of beer on the table. It was a bit chilly, but the pack of Marlboro Gold on the table told me why he was on his own outside rather than sitting indoors. His tight jacket made it obvious how ripped he now was, where he’d just had a fairly normal body when I’d known him. “Woah” he said, looking up at me as I approached his table. “Fuck me man, look at you!” From hurrying to get showered and changed at the gym, to the heating on the bus being set to Furnace Mode, I was a little overheated so had stuffed my long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie in my gym bag and was just wearing a tight white T-shirt. My huge chain and bracelets were on full display, as were the tattoos on my arms, and I may have deliberately chosen to wear the tracksuit bottoms that left little to the imagination when it came to my thigh muscles, buttocks and crotch. “Hey Marcus” I said, choosing to use his first name rather than his surname or nickname like I would have done back in the barracks. “Fucking hell Ballard” he said, looking me up and down. “Bret” I said, causing him to look up at my face for a bit before nodding. “Bret” he said. “Wow, it’s good to see you.” “You too mate” I said. “Let me go get a drink.” I went to the bar and got a pint, ordering some chicken wings and chips as well to be brought out later, and then went back outside. I sat down at the table, got out my cigs and lit one, then relaxed into the chair and looked at Marcus. “Those chains are fucking mental” he said. “You like?” I asked, with a grin. “Yeah” he said. “They suit you.” We got to talking, initially about me and what I was up to these days. He knew about my discharge, so I just told him about a partial version of my life now. The gym, a hunky policeman boyfriend called Justin, and being happy. I left out Luke and my brothers, the pozzing, and the fact that I probably still had the remnants of several loads I had taken in the storeroom that day clogging up my hole. Parts of the biohazards on my biceps were visible if he understood what they meant, and the rest could wait until later. I was of course eager to hear about his own life, but recognised he needed time to get to that. But he did start talking eventually once we were on our third round of beers. He admitted to having attempted suicide, and that he was humiliated about it and for a few weeks after was angry that it had failed. He said only a bit about life in the hospital, noting it was where he had started working out like crazy as a way of getting the anger out of his system. Through a lot of therapy he had come to accept his sexuality, and realise that his father was an extremely toxic influence on his life. The two attempts at counselling sessions with his father had ended with the older man storming out in a rage, and that it was his mother’s older brother Kevin who had come to his rescue. The man was himself gay, and while he no longer saw the wider family regularly as a result of Marcus’s father’s rampant homophobia, Marcus’s mother had reached out to him for help. Marcus was eventually discharged to his care, putting him in a safe and supportive environment over a hundred miles away from his father, and that is where he was still living. Kevin and his husband Leo were his unofficial mentors, helping him to find a new path in life. He was now working as a security officer at an office building, and taking evening classes to get some A-levels so he could think about having an actual career of some kind. “Lately I’ve just been thinking about you a lot though” he said. “I don’t mean in that way, just that we were close and then for you I must have just disappeared.” “Yeah, you did” I said, “but when I found out about some of what happened, I got it.” “I’m sorry” he said. “I guess I just wanted to look you up, let you know I was actually OK, but also see how you were after everything that went down.” “I’m happy” I said. “And yeah, it’s good to finally know what happened to you. I’m glad you’re in a better place.” We continued chatting, with him admitting he had only had a handful of encounters with men and none of them had been particularly enjoyable. For some reason, possibly related to how many drinks I’d had, I decided to reveal more about my love and sex life, and he sat with an open mouth as I told him about Luke, the twins, the builders, the storeroom, the films, and my status. But I knew it was fine, when he moved one of his hands down into his lap and then did not do a very good job of hiding that he was touching his balls and hardened cock. That was as far as it went that night as an alarm went off on his phone that told him he needed to leave to get the last train home, but he texted while on board and again the next day saying how great it was to see me. I threw caution to the wind after that morning text to see if he wanted to meet up the next weekend on the estate, and he eventually replied to say that sounded good. I had the flat to myself, as Luke was on his normal evening duty at the bar, Justin was on a late patrol shift, and the twins had gone off with their builder boyfriends to all be gangbanged for Grant’s latest film. I got in some food and drinks, and then cranked up the heating a bit so it would be warm enough for me to just be topless and wearing only my tight running shorts indoors. We never got round to eating the food, as the sight of my tattooed body, big chains and bulging shorts had an immediate effect on Marcus. A few shots of rum loosened him up, and when I fetched some of the still pretty huge chains the twins had stopped wearing in favour of bigger pieces they’d bought themselves, putting Marcus in those for a joke only got him hornier. Realising he was intrigued, I let him touch the various biohazards inked on my skin until he admitted that he had been reading chasing forums for a while since finding out Kevin and Leo were both undetectable. He had not been able to stop thinking about me and my brothers, and had found and joined Grant’s website so he could watch the films. “So what do you want to do?” I asked, when he was back touching one of my biceps and our faces were close together. “Fuck me” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me.” “You sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I need you inside me again.” He had known what might be happening, so was already loosened from the plug he’d worn on the train and only removed in the toilets at the Dragon after quickly stopping in for a few shots of whisky for courage before he came over. I still gave him the full foreplay treatment so that he was begging for it, and then slowly slipped my full length into him. Where he had been unsure and anxious whenever I’d fucked him on the base, now he was just eager and needy. His ripped body writhed and sweated as I reamed him out, and it took no time at all for me to drop the first load in him while he had a hands-free orgasm of his own all over the bed. I was prepared for a regretful, panicked freak-out to follow, but all I got was a fellow ex-soldier dying to be fucked again. The second fuck was missionary, the third had him riding me while I lay on my back, and the fourth was in the shower with him bent over against the tiles. By that point I was mindful that Justin and Luke would be arriving home soon, but Marcus seemed not to care as he was completely letting himself go for the first time in years. They arrived home together while I was bouncing up and down on Marcus on one of the sofas, letting his cock have a bit of a workout for the first time that night. My two lovers knew to expect him to still be there, and after doing quick introductions we recognised that any proper social stuff would have to wait for the breakfast table. Over the course of the next few hours, every dick went in every hole, and my former battalion mate was filled to the brim with poz loads.

I'm 27 and spent all of yesterday afternoon in the sling of my local sex club taking cock. It's a pretty dingy place, so a lot of the clientele are old, porn addicted, daddy's (I once saw the clientele referred to as looking like they're extras from the walking dead lol). Something drives me crazy about letting any of these slightly disgusting older men use my young hole. Nobody in the club was under 50, I think I took 8 cocks in the end plus one obese guy with a micropenis who jerked off over me. Can't wait to climb in the sling again on next month's Naked day.....

@BergenGuy Who knows what might be happening behind closed doors. Definitely not me. Nope. Sorry for the slight delay on getting this update out. In the home stretch now on being done with all the things involved in getting my car back up and running. Also trying to get this story onto a different update schedule so that it doesn't interfere with my other stories. By the way, if any of you get a chance to check it out, the story @leatherpunk16 and I are writing together. I promise there are some really steamy updates coming up if you are into more sci-fi, military, and transformation stories. It's been a blast writing with him, and its definitely been a labor of love on our part, so please feel free to drop a like or a comment! ------------------------------------------------ Lesson 15: The Art of Extreme Self Care I woke up with a start when I heard several dings coming from my phone. Bleary eyed, I looked up at the ceiling, listening carefully for the sounds of the house. Silence met my ears, and slowly I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the charger before unlocking it. Looking at the screen, I saw several messages. Starting with the first one I received, I saw it was from my brother Ryan. “Mom and Dad made breakfast. I left you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry. I know you probably aren’t in the mood to talk to them right now, so me and Marcus took them out for lunch to talk about things. Jen and Marcus had quite the fight out in front of the house, and she’s with her friends. The house is all yours. Text me if you want to talk or need anything.” I smiled softly, amazed at how differently my brother was suddenly acting. Send a quick ‘thanks’ to him, I looked at the next text. “Hey, it’s Marcus. Got your number from Ryan. Here if you need anyone to talk to. Might be a good idea to stay away from your sister, she’s on the war path. Don’t blame yourself. She brought this on.” I found myself nodding, quite aware of how self-centered and unwilling to budge on something Jen was when she thought she was in the right. I honestly felt bad for Marcus, still feeling mostly to blame for their fight. Shaking the thought away, I replied again with a simple ‘thanks,’ unsure what else to say. A few scam texts were the next ones, which I quickly deleted. Overdue tolls on a nonexistent car… Package I need to “pay” for delivery on… Someone randomly texting about a business lunch named Mirabel…. Dejected, I noticed an absence of reply from Mike or Greg. Sighing, I got up and shuffled downstairs, grabbing the plate of food out of the fridge, a small plate of scrambled eggs and some bacon. My stomach let out a grumble, as I finally felt somewhat hungry coming through the upset heaviness in my stomach. Not really wanting to take the time to heat it up, I stood at the counter and looked out the window as I ate in silence. I made quick work of the meal and placed the surprisingly clean plate in the sink, realizing I must have been hungrier than I thought. Giving another look on my phone, I went to the last text from Greg and Mike, re-reading the text they had previously sent when suddenly the phone buzzed and a new message popped up on the screen from Greg. “Can’t really talk on the phone right now. Your last message has us worried. Everything ok boy?” I quickly typed out an abbreviated retelling of the night before and walked back upstairs, flopping on the bed as I waited for a reply. Reaching down, I idly went to go play with my cock, suddenly remembering that I was still in a cage. Annoyed, I frustratedly pulled my hand back out, and flopped back onto my back. After a while my phone dinged and I quickly opened it, reading the newest message. “Daddy Mike and I are really sorry that happened to you. Nothing we can say to fix it, but know that you are not what your sister called you. Family really can be the worst and knows exactly where to hit the hardest. If you end up needing a place to stay and think, you can sleep at our place. We should be home tomorrow, though we both wish we were there to help you get over how she made you feel. You're free to have a full run of the house while we’re gone.” Smiling, I felt a warm tightness in my chest, glad to finally hear back from them. With a large sigh, I decided to switch into a pair of swim trunks and tank top before pulling on a pair of old tennis shoes I usually used to mow in and walked down the street to Mike and Greg’s house. Punching in the code on the garage door, I stood and waited as the large door slowly opened in almost silence. I made quick work of the front yard, able to mow it in record time and went inside for a quick drink, sweat quickly cooling in the cold air conditioning of their house. I slowly walked around, exploring the large house before finally stopping at the door to the basement. Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head. “Well… they did say I could have full run on the house…” I said out loud to myself, before trying the handle, finding it unlocked. Slowly, I walked down the stairs flicking the light on as I went before finding myself in the dungeon, looking around. I went first to the large humidor, looking at the various shelves of cigars before finally settling on one of the larger ones. Pulling it out, I quickly looked around and found a cigar cutter and lighter, making quick work of cutting it and getting it lit. Finally getting the large cigar fully lit, I took a deep draw on in, sucking a deep lungful of smoke into my lungs, exhaling with a contented sigh as I watched the large cloud of smoke billow out of me. Taking a few more greedy puffs, I looked around and set it down in an ashtray before shocking my still slightly damn clothes off and letting the cool basement air hit my now naked skin. Next, I walked over to the fridge and looked inside, grabbing a similar bottle of poppers to the one they’d given me and opened it up, taking several deep sniffs before recapping it. Groaning, I felt the rush of the poppers overcome me as I felt my cock strain to escape from the tight confines of the cage. Setting the poppers down next to the ashtray, I grabbed my balls and slowly began to squeeze and work them in my hand, enjoying the feeling as I grabbed the cigar and began puffing on it again. I grinned, enjoying the feeling of smoking and playing with myself as I walked over to the large wall covered in various toys. Finally I stopped at the several dildos, each increasing in size from small to obscenely large. Smiling, I grabbed a few off the wall before looking around and spotting the lube from my previous visit in the room. Grabbing the bottle, I shakily grabbed a few of the more decent sized toys and walked to the center of the room, grabbing the poppers and ashtray as I walked. Popping the top off the lube, I quickly coated a few of my fingers and slowly began to work them in, feeling as my hole quickly began to relax and open. Puffing away happily, I slowly worked my ass open before finally pulling the fingers out with a wet plop. I then grabbed one of the large dildos and wiped my fingers free of the excess lube, before grabbing my phone out of the pocket of my now discarded trunks. I quickly navigated my phone to the page with all the previous videos on the PIGLOADR site, and slowly got to work coating the toy with more lube, watching as I was fucked on camera. Now properly lubed, I slowly shuffled myself on my knees over the toy, positioning it so the tip was pressed against my now hungry hole. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, I opened them again, taking several deep sniffs before recapping them and in one solid movement, lowered my ass down on the toy, groaning in sheer ecstacy as the firm piece of silicone easily breached my ass, “Oh fuck yes….” I groaned aloud, taking a deep inhale of the cigar, before slowly beginning to bounce up and down on the large toy. The only sound in the basement of was of my occasional groans, as well as the sound of my ass slupring hungrily as I continued to fuck myself hard and fast, as well as the sound of my phone playing back one of the videos of me begging for a load. Looking around, I got an interesting idea in my head. Just how big could I take in my hole? Pulling off the toy, I grabbed the next size up, and slowly put some lube on it before working it into my ass. I groaned again, slowly getting used to the increased girth of the toy, smoking even harder on the cigar. Over the next 30 minutes, i slowly kept increasing the size, switching to a bigger toy once I was used to it. Finally, I reached the largest toy I had grabbed, my cock now leaking from the continued assault on my prostate. Slowly, I stood up and let the large dildo slid out of my ass, feeling my asshole gaping open in its absence. Horny beyond my wildest dreams, I walked over and grabbed the last few large toys, bringing them back and opening the bottle of poppers, huffing greedily as I began to work up to the last one. Easily as thick as my wrist, and over a foot and a half long, I wondered if I would be able to take it. I looked down at my phone and quickly loaded the video of me and Ben, the bear from the cigar shop. Slowly I lube of the monster dildo and slowly got it ready, pulling out the already large toy from my ass as I positioned the monster dildo in its place. I slowly positioned myself so the large tip was at my hole, already stretching my loose hole nearly painfully. OPening the poppers I took in several more deep inhales before roughly shoving the large cigar in my mouth, watching as Ben slowly fucked my ass on the video. “You need that thick meat destroying your guts, don’t you piggy?” Ben said on the video, finally driving me over the edge as I forced the large toy up my ass, pain and pleasure making me groan as the toy stretched my ass to the extreme. “OH FUCK!” I yelled loudly, my legs shaking as a sheen of sweat broke out across my body, feeling as the massive toy slowly pushed deeper inside me. Looking down, I swore I could see a slight bulge from it as it wormed its way in. Opening the bottle back up, I sniffed nonstop on the bottle as I took in lungful after lungful of the thick cigar smoke, losing myself to the sounds of Ben telling me I was going to be nothing but a toxic sperm receptacle. Finally, I bottomed out on the toy, my ass burning from the sensation of the massive stretch. I felt my mind wander, replacing the idea of an obscenely large dildo in my ass instead with the idea of Mike or Greg’s hand and arm inside me. Slowly I began to bounce on the toy, my mind replacing it with the image of one or both of them taking turns fisting my ass, telling me they were working their tainted loads deep inside me. Finally, I hit my limit and suddenly my cum began to leak like a hose out of the cage, my entire body shaking as the orgasm hit me. “Oh… Oh fuck…. Work your poz loads into me with your fist Daddy…” I screamed, lost in a haze of poppers, smoke, and sheer hormones and adrenaline. After several minutes of me shuddering around my orgasm, I lazily smoked the cigar, my ass stretched to the extreme and each movement made my legs quiver. Finally, I decided to slowly take the toy out, whimpering as the toy finally plopped out of my ass with a wet squelch, sweat dripping down my naked body. Cold air hit the inside walls of my ass, leaving me feeling oddly hollowed out. SLowly, I reached back and felt my ass, shocked at the gaping feeling. I shakily stood up and walked over to a mirror, looking back as I saw the gaping entrance to my ass. “Holy shit…” I said, a surprised look on my face, working a few fingers around the rim. I forced my ass to squeeze closed, watching as it finally shut after a minute or two of trying. Looking over at the wall, I walked over and grabbed a decent sized plug, slowly working it in with a happy sigh as I took a few puffs on the now spent cigar. Grabbing the toys, I walked around, getting used to the sensation of the plug in my ass, my gait now markedly stiffer. Grabbing the trunk and shirt, I finally got dressed, and after a bit of work, cleaned the toys I’d used in the sink in the downstairs bathroom before putting them away where I found them. —----- An hour later, I found myself finally able and willing to brave the heat, grabbing another cigar and the mower and pushing it into the back yard, smoking the cigar as I worked. I made quick work of the smaller yard in the stifling heat, even making sure to do some minor trimming of the bushes and weeding of the garden, easily smoking down the cigar as I worked, glad to be able to do it in the privacy of the back yard. Satisfied with my work, I grabbed a cold bottle of lemonade and I went back down stairs and grabbed another cigar, before coming back upstairs and out to the pool, lighting up and lounging in one of the chairs at the pool side, occasionally taking a quick dip in the pool when I felt too warm. A ding from my phone got my attention and I looked down, seeing a new message from my brother. “Everything ok? Didn’t find you at home. Where are you?” I texted a quick reply back saying I was at a client’s house finishing up a yard and would probably go over to a friend’s house for the night, needing a break from my family to process the night before as I went back to watching various videos on my phone and taking a dip in the pool. A large part of me was glad to have the ability to actually run away from the impending shit storm at home, and as the sun began to set, I walked back into the house, grabbing a small snack from Mike and Greg’s fridge as the exhaustion of the day’s events finally began to hit me. Walking up the stairs, I stood in the hallway in front of their room. Warring with myself, I wondered if it would be ok for me to sleep in their massive bed without them there. Finally, I decided I would set an alarm and would get up well before I imagined they would be home, and would just make the bed, finding myself wanting the familiarity of them being there. Slowly, I walked in and crawled into the center of the bed, putting my phone on one of the wireless chargers next to the bed, setting an early morning alarm before crawling under the covers, smelling their scent on the sheets and pillows. Exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks and after only a minute or so, I was quickly fast asleep.

I remember it very clearly. It was a young Hispanic man at a sex shop in Myrtle Beach. I sucked him first and we traded for several minutes until he got off on the floor while he was sucking me. He freaked and ran out of there like the place was on fire. The moment his hard cock slid between my lips I knew. I was a cocksucker! My second one was a BBC at a shop in my hometown. 8 inches and black as coal. 😍

I think it's a bad idea. I like drinking piss from a stranger's cock too, but in my experience very few men are into it. One might get an unpleasant reaction if the cocksucker doesn't have that kink.

sounds so fuckin hot. closest i came to that was at a arcade in new mexico i was sucking a thick cock thru a gloryhole. he pulled away n said he had to go piss and i said i got a urinal for you right here. guzzled that entire piss load right there

I probably would have chomped down.

insect story = incestuous bugchasing ? it certainly exists in in fiction section here!

OK, Shot! Fair Warning, if you suffer from Military PTSD I recommend you skip it for the next pozzing story. Out. “After all, we are all family now. Share it in good faith, you will join your Uncle and Brothers in Arms soon enough”…. As Leo moved aside, another Troll was ready to enter. I was stunned, certainly, thrilled, yes, aware of sensations I never thought had existed. As I was bred without vocal or physical complaints by myself or objections from the Marine inside. Leo lounged back and watched the show. He started what sounded like a practiced briefing. How many times had this happened? “Marine, you will remember some of what I say, but you will never forget the throbbing manhood in your hole as you absorb my spunk along with my neighbors. We are sympathetic, but we have needs. You seem to have some needs as well. You have been through some shit that’s for certain. A lot of people would have given up when faced with the challenges you have survived. You might have thought about ending it, but you are here so you are a stubborn Marine, the very best kind, the kind that does not give up. You think Recruit Training and the Crucible were tough? That SERE School was tough? The Crucible of life does not grade on a 4.0/4.0 scale; it is an off and on binary grade of pass/fail; surrender-fail/success-joy. Your Uncle would not like it if you just gave up would he”? I shook my head as the neighbor finished, and I had another dick pumping my ass. Leo continued –“Right now, you are sleep deprived, hung over, maybe still a little drunk. When you get back to your billet, shower and get some sack time there will be regrets about the choices you have made. That is natural. If you do have regrets, there are several resources on the card I put in your pocket. You will probably take that path. Just some advice, you do not want a Corpsman, or Squid Doc seeing that ass for a while, So the 1st resource on the list is the one I would try first. You need to ask them for PEP within 72 hours. Myself, I expect you will start PEP, then probably throw away the bottle and be back for a recharge”. I took advantage of Leo’s pause to mumble “Harder”! To my Impaler. Leo continued “Yes a lot of Marines are bossy bottoms. Devon, are you going to comply with his request”? “Nope” the owner of the BBC thrusting into me replied. “Sir! Harder Please Sir”? I corrected. Devon replied “Sure thing since you asked nicely” and started pounding me upslope. As the conga line continued, it started getting light. Leo said “Alright let’s wrap this up. Don’t want to startle a dog walker”. He handed me a rag and instructed me to not wipe with it but shove it up my gape so I would not leave a trail to the sally gate. I CAC’d in through the Man-Portal at the gate and rushed to the billets and the Head. Part of me wanted to keep it in, part of me was saying if you do so, you will have a visible accident later. I flipped a mental coin and pushed out while on the toilet. A rush of murky stuff, gobs of white, and threads of red were in the bowl. Bright red was on the toilet paper I cleaned up with. I showered, shaved, got into a work coverall and was nodding off in the Day Room when the duty briefing snapped me awake. During the work detail I was a zombie, a delicate zombie who if caught off balance would break into a thousand little Marine Pieces. The Gunny gave a nod to the Sgt and he asked me if I needed to go to Sick Call. I responded No Sgt, just sore from a workout and got caught in the rain this morning. I tried paying more attention to the tasks at hand. The day sucked out all my reserves. Boot Camp Crucible and Aviation SERE were tough, but I felt I had achieved a new level of on the job training across the last 16 Hours. I skipped chow which was a bad idea and hit the rack exhausted. My dreams were an alternating series of delicious dreams and nightmares. Oh My God, what had I done? I replayed the normal half of liberty – off time. My Uncle, The Bar, the drinking, the decision not to tank and derail my medical and Veteran benefits, taking shelter from the rain; and the other side of the teetertotter - my lack of objection, of not fighting back, even participating moaning, and enjoying every thrust, every squirt of cum. This other side, it was not comprehensible to me. Willingly taking part in a neighborly gang bang rock throwing distance from 8th & I was (not) normal. Or was it? I approached my SGT before the duty day began. I had come back early from my bereavement leave and admitted that insisting on getting back in the duty rotation had possibly been premature. He gave me a nod and asked would three days work? I said yes, and he told me done. “Thanks for letting me know before the morning roster gets finalized, and Corporal, losing battle buddies is tough, losing family is tough, if you need a referral for additional grief counselling, all you have to do is give the word. I never have to worry about you slacking off. I looked down and said Thank you Sgt. I went back to my locker and bunk. Was I going to do this? My conscious mind was telling me to, actually it was yelling at me to get whatever the fuck PEP was and put the whole business behind me. Being gay was not the criminal offense it used to be. So to insure I could put all of this behind me, I committed to using the card. I changed to civvies and took off for the clinic. Each walking step my sore asshole reminded me of the trauma and possible infection it had gone through. But somewhere else the lustful part of ‘me’ was saying what a ride! Let’s do it again! The clinic was perhaps an inadequate word for what was one division location in Washington DC of a large Non-Profit medical concern named after a poet and women’s health rights leader. Marines, along with all service members have learned to follow a rule of keeping ‘inappropriate’ behavior a certain distance from the Flagpole (so to speak). Since the Internet, this has applied to cyber behavior as well. Looking for porn on a government network would lock you out and get your name on the blotter. In the same vein, trying the same research on free Wi-Fi like the military branch community services provides on military facilities equate to the same thing. However, these days any Marine carries what in earlier eras would be considered a supercomputer. I was led to the proper sublocation, went in and asked the receptionist about PEP? I was directed upstairs and to another reception desk. When my turn came, I opened my mouth to speak but I was handed a clipboard. Please fill this out and return it to me. Names will be called based on the type of service needed. I reviewed the list already skittish, There were lots of checkboxes. I selected testing, PEP, and counselling along with possible STI exposure. Then the checklist tree bore embarrassing branches and fruit. Oral Exposure? Yes, Anal Exposure? Yes, I started realizing the implications of earlier questions of just one same sex encounter or multiple? Multiple. Protections used? None. The earlier question of bisexual, homosexual, and hetero sexual, exposure via unprotected sexual encounters, this was getting difficult, things were getting fuzzy, and I.. Passed out. ...not the end....

Glory Be Life at the apartment went on as it always had, except Dan was getting fucked by me multiple times a week and probably the same by Bob. I say “probably” because the three of us never had a three-way, and I’m only guessing that Bob was fucking him because of the times I arrived home hearing Dan getting railed by Bob in one of their bedrooms. The only one of us who ever used condoms was Bob, because he was still having sex with at least a couple of women and he didn’t want to fuck up his life by getting one of them pregnant and having one of them use it to force him into some kind of arrangement. It's not like we could get pregnant and the full weight of the simmering epidemic wasn’t something I thought of ever. But that was not a problem for us because I was exclusively sexually gay only with Bob and Dan, and I assumed that they were only sexually gay with me, even though Bob seemed to have sex with more than his share of women. One day, I was running an errand off-campus on a fringe part of downtown. I thought I saw Bob ahead of me and I shouted for him, but he was too far away to hear me with the street traffic. Then I saw him walk into a store front I had not seen before, “The Aurora Book and Video Store”. I was nosy, so I walked in to check it out. I was shocked because I didn’t know this kind of shop existed. Along one wall were all kinds of porn magazines and books. Gay, straight and anything you could imagine. They also sold VHS tapes of porn movies as well as dildos and other sex toys that seemed very expensive to me. There were other men in the shop. I noticed that some of them were wandering through a curtained doorway, which made me curious. I followed one of them in. It was a dark hallway with doors on either side, and I could hear both women and men making sex noises. What the fuck! I opened one of the doors and looked inside, then entered. There was a small TV screen showing a porn video with a small stool against the wall and a small sliding bolt to keep the door closed. There was a machine where you could feed in coins to keep the porno running. Then I head someone say, “Hey, psst!” I jumped in shock and a bit of horror, and I noticed a hole in the wall and some white dude running his finger along it. What the fuck? I responded, “Hey? What’s up?” The voice said, “Come here. I want to suck your cock.” I faced the hole in the wall and the arm reached through and unzipped my jeans and undid the button. I dropped my jeans, and his hand caressed my cock and nuts through my underwear which made me get hard. He put his mouth up to the hole and hung his tongue out and I dropped my underwear and put my cock on his tongue. My hips were right up to the wall as he took my rock-hard cock into his mouth and started to give me the best blow job I ever had so far. I didn’t even know what the guy looked like. After about five minutes, I started breathing like I was going to cum and he grabbed my hairy nuts and pulled them hard, which hurt a little and made me ease off on nutting. Finally about five minutes later, he let go of my balls and I immediately unloaded them into his mouth. He kept licking my cock head until I was oversensitive and I pulled it back. I was recovering from nutting when I heard the door close on the other side. The cocksucker was gone. I decided to check out another booth where it sounded like a guy was getting fucked. This booth was completely dark because the video had run out of coins. I looked through the hole and I saw my roommate Bob in the next booth, completely nude with his ass up against a hole on the opposite side of the booth. An enormously thick black cock was pounding Bob's ass. Bob’s cock was hard as a rock and swinging up and down with the rhythm of his fucker. Bob was bracing himself against the wall where my booth was, but he had not yet noticed the hole I was looking through. I was instantly hard again and I knew I wanted to eventually fuck Bob. Bob told me when we first started fucking that he only topped – he didn’t get fucked, so I was surprised. I didn’t know how Bob was able to take such a thick pole up his hole, but he was enjoying it because he shot his load without ever touching his cock just as the other guy was cumming in him. Once Bob came down from his sex high, he noticed me looking through the hole at him. He exclaimed, “What the fuck, Dave.”

Hi Guys: Thanks for all your kind words over the years about my story "The Ten." Here is my final chapter...and although this story is coming to a close, I will be back with more exploits of different guys, different situations, in the future. Thanks again! **This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** FINALE: INSIDE THE BLUE TENT Once the bedroom set had been delivered, I made good use of it getting more guys into the brotherhood. Josh from Alaska, newly pozzed and highly toxic with my potent strain, recommended me to a few of his buddies who wanted the bug from the original source and I gladly complied, bringing a total of 9 other Alaska dudes into the poz world, my HIV strain working their bodies over and, most crucially, imposing the need to seed onto their minds. A few months later, when Josh texted me a link to a story in an Anchorage paper about an unexplained rise in Alaska HIV infections, I just smiled and took quiet pride in helping my newly poz brothers, and making plans with Eric for a 7th X tattoo. As for Furniture Guy Tom and I had met a few times at his studio and I even brought a couple of co-workers to buy some custom pieces from him. We also met for coffee and long walks a few times. One such time, he got very emotional and finally revealed the reason that, despite the instant and obvious attraction, he pulled away from me that evening at his workshop. “I was on PrEP pills for awhile, but I had a bad reaction to it. The doctor switched me to the once-a-month injection but still I had bad side effects…my body just couldn’t take it. So, when I saw all your….body art…” he said, trailing off. “So you know what it all means, then? My tats and the Xs? Did they freak you out a bit?” “Yeah, I think I know…a couple of my buddies chased it and caught it, and if that’s what they wanted, good for them, I guess. And a couple more guys I know weren’t really looking for it, but just lax in taking PrEP and eventually they turned up poz.” “So, you’re neg and not on PrEP and you don’t want to be poz, right,” I asked him, taking hold of his hand which trembled a bit in mine. I brushed a wisp of his hair back behind his ear. “I like you, Tom,” I continued “A lot. I haven’t felt a real connection like that with anyone in a very long time. And although I love my life and I have no regrets or qualms about my sex life and what the impact of it is, I knew I always would want to try a relationship again.” “Randy, I feel the same way about you…and I want us to be together. But, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be poz, and I know you don’t or won’t ever use condoms.” “No, that’s true, I won’t ever have a condom on me, or in me. Never. Men are meant to spread their seed.” “How many have you…how did you say it last week…’brought into the brotherhood?,’” he asked me, looking up from his empty coffee cup. “You know what these X’s represent,” I asked him. As he shook his head “no,” I filled him in on their meaning. “I’m part of an informal club called “The Ten.” It started with a dare, really, to poz up 10 willing chasers and then we’d get an X tattooed across our abs. I have 6 Xs now, Tom, and when I go to San Francisco next week, I’m getting my 7th tattooed. I’m pozfather to over 70 guys that I know about, and those 70 guys have spread it to countless others. And I’m not even nearly the most prolific member of the Club. We’re all super multiple cummers with huge loads, and spreading HIV is such a thrill, our cocks never go down until we’ve shot multiple toxic loads -- my buddies Eric and Keith and Sir Mack are well over 100 known pozzings…and hundreds more unknown ones.” “Wow, I had no fucking idea this was even a thing!” he exclaimed. I knew some guys chased it but not that there was an organized effort like that!. That’s amazing, Randy, but I gotta say, I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.” “That’s fair, Tom,” I told him, “it’s not for everybody, but it is growing in popularity and interest. We’ve even got a stall at the Folsom St Fair next week, and we’re setting up a space in a big tent, kind of an after-party for anyone we meet at the Fair who wants an upgrade. It’s gonna be so fucking hot.” Just thinking of the future mass pozzings we’re gonna spread makes my cock strain in my jeans and Tom reaches down under the table to touch it which sends it to even a harder, more engorged state. “I think I understand, Randy,” he said quietly, “but I don’t want to be poz…” he trailed off and looked up at me and then I knew I wasn’t going to get anywhere with the hot furniture maker, anywhere further than coffee dates, anyway. It was an impasse I knew we couldn’t overcome. We parted that day with a long hug, and he turned down the street resignedly. I honestly didn’t know when – or whether, I’d see him again. I got in my usual gym session and got back home to get on a Zoom call with my poz brethren about Folsom St Fair – we made some final arrangements about the profile cards we’d be handing out, and the plan was in place. A week later, flying down to SFO, I was abuzz with anticipation about the booth at the Fair and the special surprise we had for the lucky chasers. In my mind, I had turned the page on Tom, so although I was sad about not being with him, I was eager and ready to bring some more guys into the wonderful world of the poz brotherhood. Setting up the booth was easy – our banner ‘Join The Ten,’ with a large reflective biohazard symbol shined in the sun. Eric, Keith, Sir Mack and I stripped off our shirts to display the tats signifying us as mass pozzinators. As the temperature heated up, we lost our leather shorts and stood at our booth proudly displaying our pierced pozzing weapons for all to admire. A few guys who stopped at our booth walked away in disgust, shaking their heads as they went, but many, many more were intrigued and we handed out our profile cards which displayed our stats like baseball cards: Last known Viral Load, how many pozzed, tattoos, etc…This brought more interest and we made a few more appointments for later for them to join the club. Interest was high…an hour in, Caleb, the 19-year old Berkeley student I pozzed along with his twin brother, strolled by and we reconnected with a loud recharge pozfuck right in the street against a chain-link fence, my poz cock unleashed the first of many toxic loads into the twink’s poz hole. Passers-by watched and stroked their cocks and recorded the Caleb’s recharge for social media, hashtag #TheTen☣️ Other guys passed by all afternoon, either taking one of our cards or proudly showing off their own poz tats, a sea of biohazard symbols, + signs, blood droplets, scorpions, and a few simply with the words POZ or HIV or AIDS emblazoned across their skin. One hot guy had his cock tattoed with a rattlesnake spewing venom, and I took the opportunity to go back to my Caleb-fucking spot against the fence and bent over to take his poison snake up my infected hole, his weapon spraying 8 or 9 shots of pure HIV into my hole. At last, the Fair was winding down. We made a few more appointments for the conversion treatment for later, and we packed up and made our way over to the notorious Ringgold Alley, where the tent was set up in the parking lot of a warehouse owned by somebody Eric has pozzed years earlier. As we walked up, we spied our special guest, filmmaker Todd Verow, himself a bug-chaser, setting up his video equipment. All the invitees who consented to be filmed would get their poz upgrades recorded so they could look back on the proud moment when HIV entered their bodies and changed their lives! Todd is a hot fucker himself and of course, we were gonna take the opportunity to bring him into the brotherhood as well, once the filming was done. The tent was divided into 2 sections, the first of which was lined up with mattresses, fuck benches and a sling, and the second had three portable medical exam tables arrayed one by one. I walked in to see the Idealistic Young Doctor there, wearing an open lab coat and nothing else but a fat metal cockring. He was readying alcohol pads and syringes for his part of the process. On the right side, I saw my brother mass infectors Eric, Keith and Sir Mack hard and stroking their cocks, each of them pierced, engorged and ready to breed. Between them, over 200 chasers had been infected with their strains of HIV and those 200+ men spread their seed all over the world, infecting thousands more. I took my place alongside them, greeting each with a deep kiss and a tug on their cocks, appreciating what they had all done for me and how together we had some small part in the burgeoning normalization, appreciation and enjoyment of HIV in gay circles. At the precise time of 5:00pm, our first appointment arrived. “Welcome,” Doctor Matthew announced. “Are you Blake?” Blake, a young twink of about 22, nodded and the Doctor ran through the choices: First, you get to decide which of these 4 hot poz men will breed you – they’re all super toxic. Then, once he has deposited his load in your hole, we’ll complete the process with some blood fresh from him to you. Here, sign this form and then pick your pozzer.” Blake studied each of our profile cards which we handed out at the Fair, while Todd readied his camera to zoom in on the guy’s neg hole; finally Blake selected Sir Mack as his pozfather, leaning over the fuckbench. Mack, the most prolific pozzer among us (as well as the most-toxic), then opened the festivities with a brushing of Blake’s neg hole, preparing it for the life-changing serum he would infect the guy with. This was followed by a brutal fucking from Sir as he drilled his fat toxic cock deep into the young guy’s guts. Blake winced and yelped at the anal invasion, but Mack just drove it in harder, covered the kid’s mouth and held his head down into the fuckbench. Pretty soon, our next appointments filtered in, staggering every 10 minutes. I got the 2nd customer, Davis, a 30-ish Asian dude with barely a hair on his body, except for dark circles of fuzz around his neg hole. I was pre-cumming already and lubed up my unmedicated pole with the precum that was swimming with my HIV, readying the guy’s hole with a quick brushing. A few brushes in his pussy completed, I drove my weapon deep into his fuckchute, precumming all the way and in no time I was balls-deep in the guy, bringing him roughly into the poz brotherhood – well, if my toxic load didn’t do it, the blood slam coming up surely would. Just the thought of it got my cock harder and with urgency and precision, sprayed 10 shots of venomous seeds into the dude. I wasted no time in dragging him over to Doctor Matthew, who was just finishing up with Blake, a syringe of Sir Mack’s blood freshly drawn from the infected Master and shot into the arm of the young lad Blake, completing his conversion and marking him as a poz breeder. Tears of gratitude streamed down Blake’s pretty little face, for he knew now his goal was achieved, and quest was completed. Filmmaker Todd handed him a video card of the conversion and off Blake went to spread the wealth. Matthew moved along to me, I reclined against the exam table while my victim Davis lay on it, wiped out from the brutal fucking he received from me, my unmedicated load seeping into him and I watched Doctor withdraw a syringe of my blood from my arm and inject it into Davis who trembled and whimpered a bit, but took the conversion well. I could see Eric and Keith deep inside the next customers, Sir Mack, having pozzed Blake now, moved over to the waiting area but was soon called over to breed the next guy. And so it went on and on, one or more of us continuously breeding the chasers with our poz loads and then our poz blood. Doctor Matthew stroking his cock all the time he was administering the treatment to the chasers, a couple of times, the doctor’s own poz load shooting into the face and mouth of the guy as he inserted the needle with the poz blood. Filmmaker Todd, meanwhile had filmed each conversion – all the guys so far consented to the filming – and by the 3rd hot poz breeding, Todd had one hand on his camera and the other on his hard thick negative cock. Todd knew he’d be upgraded to poz tonight but first we had 20 more appointments lined up. Now, all of us poz brethren are ever-hard multi-cumming machines, but to make sure we stay that way during the long session, each of us took a Trimix shot from Doctor Matthew before we had begun. Our cocks were so hard and rigid, even after cumming and pozzing multiple guys, I was hoping for some walk-ins who maybe heard what was going down in the blue tent on Ringgold Alley. Pretty soon, the pozzing extravaganza was almost over, it was a blur of neg holes getting fucked and inseminated and syringes of red poz elixir taken from us and injected into willing bugchasers. And even though my cock, by Todd’s count, had shot 9 loads, it remained rockhard and leaking, waiting for the next. Finally, the “next” was Todd himself, who assumed position on the mattress, riding Eric whose fat poz pole pistoned up and down into Todd’s beautiful neg ass. He leaned forward over Eric, making the classic opening for a double-fuck. I wasted no time, beating out Sir and Keith into the prime double penetration position and my own stiff infected cock drilled into Todd’s quivering asshole, alongside Eric’s and we soon had our alternating strokes, deep into the filmmaker’s cunt. I could feel Eric’s cock against mine, his 0g PA clanking against mine. Gradually, Eric began to shake and shudder and with a loud explosion, he shot huge streams of his full-blown AIDS deep into Todd’s gaping hole. I knew I was right behind him and without any delay, my own toxic cock impregnated him as well. Doctor Matthew, watching this hot scene, rushed over with 2 syringes. “Stay as you are, guys,” he commanded, and he quickly drew another syringe of Eric’s venomous blood and one of mine, and with our cocks still hard and leaking up inside the filmmaker, injected Todd with them both at the same time. Keith, videotaping this event for Todd, proclaimed “Welcome to the Class of 2025!” “You’ll never know for sure who your Poz Daddy is, Todd,” I whispered into his ear, giving him a little more push inside him with my bugged-up cock. Eric’s AIDS-pole joined me in driving deeper into the guy’s ass. We know we have just pozzed Todd, fulfilling his wish after years or trying to poz up. He is one of us now! Now, I am truly wiped out, and after our joint infection of filmmaker Todd, we dismount and Eric and I collapse into each other’s arms. Todd, not satisfied, being the cumwhore that he is, brings over Sir Mack and Keith and they proceed to double-fuck and breed him as well, also taking syringes of their blood from Doctor Matthew as well. He is good and truly pozzed now! We are just about to close up shop, pridefully recalling the over 25 guys we have pozzed here with our loads and our blood, laughing at the sheer depravity of it all, when, with my back turned, I hear a familiar voice. “Sorry, my plane was delayed. Am I too late?” It’s Tom. MY Tom. “There’s only one guy I want it from, if that’s OK,” he says, walking over to me. He’s got on leather chaps and his ass, which to this point, I’ve never seen before, is round and beautiful and just waiting for plundering. “What are you doing here,? I ask him, stunned to see him. “You sure about this,” drawing him in for a deep tongue kiss. “Totally,” he whispers, “and you have to do it for me. I don’t want to be without you in my life, and I want to share it all with you, including your strain.” “OK, but let’s skip the blood slam this time,” suddenly switching into romantic mode, “I’m super toxic and my loads will be enough.” After a deep loving fuck, I blew my load up Tom’s hole, feeling full and truly wiped out. Eric, Mack, Keith, Matthew and Todd all broke into a round of applause. As I kept my leaking poz cock deep inside his guts, we kissed deeply and I knew then my purpose was to spend my life with him, sharing what was now “our” strain, and laughing to myself at the irony of it all; for although I had spent so many years pozzing up chasers, it was a non-chaser who ended up capturing me.

Saturday I woke to realize something was missing then I realized it was my morning wood. My eyes still too cloudy to read my watch, the big alarm clock display read 08:09 and the alarm had not yet rung but my brain was still foggy and I was startled when it did go off a moment later. I did a quick sit-up to turn it off and was reminded of the unorthodox wringer I had been putting my body through. At a snore, I saw Ralph was still asleep doing a twitch every now and then. I wrapped a towel around my waist and padded down the hall to the showers remembering Barry from just a few hours before. I did a quick shower and brushed my teeth, decided on a jock vs my under armor, and got into my baseball uniform. I grabbed my Baseball Gear Bag, put my phone inside and headed towards the Athletic Fields. Stretched, cleated up and did some base dash drills, set my phone and videoed a few slides that I could watch later. I stretched again after going to the batting cages. A few teammates were already there doing drills and so on. The following weekend would be Homecoming, and the campus would be a zoo. I orbited back to doing base run drills then saw our pitcher and catcher doing some warmups. I jogged over giving them a thumbs up to say I was available for whatever. As other players arrived after the pitcher catcher warmup a loose drill of practice evolved and went on till noon with breaks for water and the locker room john. I noticed the cheer squad was on a neighboring area practicing for the following weekend and Barry and I made eye contact and exchanged a nod. As it got hotter, most of us changed from cleats to trainers and went to the fitness circuit machines and weight room. As we were doing reps near each other Ty told me about some homecoming parties two of which were at Black Frats and suggested I check them out. I Thanked him and replied I would come if I can, the Athletic Staff Elves are kind of busy with the games, events, and alumni. All of the events on Friday and the sucking and fucking early Saturday morning still had my pecker tired, but my ass was starting to feel the need for seed but there was too much of a crowd to score in the locker rooms and showers. I again did a costume change but just into Sweaty Jock and shorts this time. My feet needed to breathe some. I padded out of the locker room and headed for the woods where I hoped to get lucky. Over at the last bench before the woods, I found a perfect spot. Legs and feet in the sun, upper torso in the shade, the breeze was one of those early Fall winds that was warm but hinted at chills to come. It was better to get some sun while it was pleasant. I pulled out my phone. My brother’s App had been in silent running mode ever since had my ass chewed out by Coach Smith. I had decided to explore all the settings but now was not the time. I switched it to active but left POZ PING unselected since I was unsure what that would do. I stood and headed for some clusters on the map display hoping for some satisfaction. Deeper in the woods it was darker and hotter. The breeze was barely making it in this deep but the rustle from the leaves above indicated it was still blowing. Here was one of the pick nick tables as I came to a small clearing It was enough of a gap that it was drenched in sunlight due to the sun’s angle sort of like an altar bathed in light. If my previous experience was any indication, the forest frolickers would find me. I dropped my shorts in the bag and left on the jock to keep my dick from rubbing on the concrete top and stretched out belly down. It did not take long; there were some twig snap and other noises as the fairies of this forest came to investigate. Oh, Great another bottom. Yes, but look at that ass! Is he passed out? No, looks like the slut is sunning itself, see he twitched! There was no shifting of the stone table, but I felt a presence, then a wide separation of my cheeks, the feel of young scruff facial hair, then a lick then a probing tongue. A phone vibrated. I was pulled forward right up to an erect cock which I swallowed whole eliciting a sigh from its owner who started thrusting while another fairy, perhaps my licker got on top and started pounding my other hole. Other hands were on my body, stroking my back which felt very orgasmic, two were licking each foot and causing me to giggle around the cock in my throat as they rough tongued my insoles. My hands were guided to stiff dripping cocks. The way my head was turned and pressed into a trapped position by the Top who was pounding me I only had a clear view of the base of the cock that was occasionally stoppering up my air, his bush, and a portion of the uncut cock to my left that I was stroking the foreskin hood back to show a large cockhead with some Pre forming at the tip. I felt my pouch stirring and being compressed against the concrete as my poor tired cock was struggling. My Pitcher Top finished up with a yell and moved off. Rather than being replaced, hands flipped me rotating on the axis of the cock that was bruising my throat and I was on my back. My jock pouch was shifted to the side freeing my pitifully tired cock which was engulfed immediately. Phones continued to vibrate and ping. My throat Pitcher was Cumming loudly and my legs were being lifted while others were spitting on my hole. A very large cock was inserted into my ass as I was bent into a U, I could both see and feel it was large. With only one cumload, spit and sweat it started worming in haltingly, meeting a lot of resistance. It was removed, some more spit splattered my hole and was reinserted with the force of my fairy fucker’s body weight. At my throat, I was dealing with both cock and cumload choking me so I could only whine as I was impaled from the bottom. Eventually, he pulled out his deflating dick which was replaced. The death grip friction my stinging asshole was applying to my rear invader caused him to swell and he started panting then shooting, I could definitely feel the spurts. I was trying to remember, damn, all of the training Burt had workshopped into me, but nothing covered safe word signaling when your throat was stuffed with cock. My foot worshipping fairies were tonging between my toes alternating with sucking on several toes at a time. The Oral, Anal, Foot, Tit and skin stoking sensations had my tired cock and balls trying to deliver. I felt the constant tingle of orgasm but could not tell if I was delivering anything or not. Cocks were replaced, phones continued to ding and buzz, the shadows got longer. The cock in my ass finished up. I must have dozed off. “How Long”? I managed to croak. I focused on a groundskeeper tucking his cock away. “Dunno kid, from these puddles, looks like all day” and walked off whistling. I looked and saw my bag with uniform, cleats, glove, trainers, shorts, and phone were unmolested. Plus, there was a note: ‘Your Feet are Sexy, but next time wear your cleats (no socks) My you are sooo hot and steamy’! Ugh, as I arranged my jock and put on my shorts and trainers I started wiping up as much cum as I could on my abdomen, face, legs and sawed the already wet and now cummy towel across my back. There was nothing I could do about the solidifying cum in my hair and no matter what, my ass was going to be wet for a while until I could push out some of the loads. I could have pushed them out there but my cumdump slut soul vetoed the idea. I painfully walked back to the Dorms keeping the sperm I had been given. ..not the end….

Marcus and I finished a lazy breakfast, and decided to grab a coffee each from the machine in a takeaway cup that we could enjoy with a bit of fresh air and a cigarette outside. There were some picnic tables on the grass round the side of the hotel, where we plonked ourselves and lit up. It was only once we had sat down that we noticed a guy hanging around near the entrance to the hotel wearing a hoodie, with his hood up. This might not have been unusual, but there was something about his body language that made him look nervous. We saw him fish out a cigarette and light it, though we could still not see his face. Then he turned, and though he was still quite shaded under the hood, it was obvious that it was Evan. He kept glancing into the lobby of the hotel, but finally he looked towards us and knew he had been spotted. He stared at us for a moment, and then slowly walked over. I made room for him on my side of the picnic bench, and he sat himself down and then stared at the tabletop as he smoked his cigarette. “What brings you back here?” I eventually asked him. “I, er, was out for a walk and just found myself here” he said. “Bullshit” I replied. “Have you come to beg us for the footage or something?” “No” he whispered. “I want you to fuck me again.” I looked over at Marcus, whose eyes had gone wide. “Did you go to the infirmary?” I asked. “No” Evan replied. “If we fuck you again then it might take” Marcus said. “The longer you leave it, the greater the risk the pills won’t work.” “I’m not gonna take the pills” Evan said. “What?” Marcus and I said at the same time. “I’m not going to” he repeated. “But you’re married” I said. “She’s cheating on me” he replied. “Found out last time I was home.” “Oh” I said. “That sucks. But that doesn’t explain why you’re not protecting yourself.” He took a last inhale of his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray built into the picnic table. He pulled out his pack and lit another one, then finally looked up at me. “Fuck it” he said. “I’ve been fucking guys my whole adult life, and now I know how awesome it is to be the one getting fucked. I don’t care anymore.” “They’ll discharge you if you get infected” Marcus said. “Not any more” Evan replied. “Looked it up last night, and you can still serve if you go on meds.” “Oh” I replied. “Didn’t know that.” “Yeah, so, you know…” Evan started, before pausing. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want you guys to fuck me some more, and what happens, happens.” “You sure?” asked Marcus. “Yes” said Evan. “How long are you in town for?” “A few days” I replied. “Then how about you fuck me every day you’re here?” he said, managing a small smile. He didn’t have long before he needed to be back for training, so we took him upstairs and spitroasted him until we’d both blown a poz load in his hole. He was eager for it from the outset, all traces of the resistance he had shown during his first fuck gone as he arched his back and made his hole and throat fully available to us. We would have loved to both fuck a second load into him, but he had to get back. While we briefly rested on the bed he let us know his likely availability so we could plan around it, and then he took a quick shower and headed off. Marcus and I couldn’t quite believe things had taken this turn, but we weren’t going to say no to the opportunity to help Evan fully embrace this side of himself. I assumed he would probably say he was bi or something, but I didn’t really care either way. I was more concerned with getting him to reveal the best spots for catching more of my past fuckers out getting some action. We rested up a bit, and then decided to check out another spot that Grant’s contact had suggested. This was a small car park next to a substation on the edge of some woods round the other side of the base. Normally accessed off the main road, there were a couple of unofficial trails that led there which soldiers sometimes used for off-base runs, and indeed I had done so myself back in the day without knowing there was a cruising spot there. We decided to walk there rather than risk scaring anyone off with the car, and I wore cargo trousers for quick access to cameras in the various pockets. We found the rough area after a while, and hid in separate bushes as there wasn’t anywhere that looked big enough for us both to stay out of sight together. We waited for quite a while, and I was almost at the point of giving up, but then two guys out running approached. I had assumed they would go right past, but they slowed to a walk on the trail and then darted off together until they were behind a large tree really close to where I was hiding. I just crouched there and watched with an open mouth as Wayne “Rooney” Pollock and Jimmy “Cricket” Roberts took a quick look around, and then embraced in a deep and hungry snog. They went at each other like animals, before Jimmy squatted down, pulled on the hem of Wayne’s shorts, and swallowed his cock whole. There was no gagging, just a full deep throat straight off the bat. He gave Wayne an expert blowjob for a couple of minutes, and then they changed positions and Jimmy was soon moaning as his cock was licked and sucked. Then Wayne stood back up, and they re-embraced in a kiss. I took the opportunity of Jimmy stepping towards the tree to pull the GoPro out of my pocket, his footsteps on the leaves likely masking any noise I inadvertently made by moving my arm. I quickly worked to sync it to my phone, and then put it up to a gap in the leaves to start capturing Wayne giving his battalion mate a rim job. This lasted only a minute or two, and then Wayne stood up, put his cock to Jimmy’s hole, and pushed in. I gaped at the two of them as a frenetic fuck began, not believing what I was seeing from these two guys who had both had fiancées when I was still serving with them. This was clearly something they did a lot, from the technique of the blowjobs to the ease with which Jimmy had been penetrated. The fact that they were both into all of it was made clear when Wayne blew inside Jimmy, and then took his place leaning against the tree so he could be fucked himself. Jimmy’s cock looked thick from where I was crouched, but Wayne took it without any problem and seemed to love every minute of it being inside him. I texted Marcus to be ready to go, and then as soon as Jimmy blew his load I stopped filming, set the footage to upload, and then loudly got out from the bush. Wayne and Jimmy both darted their heads towards me in shock, and then in the other direction as they heard Marcus emerging from his hiding place as well. “Hey boys” I said. “Thanks for the show.” “Fucking hell Ballard” Wayne said. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I’ve got really into bird spotting and came out here to do some of that” I said. “I’m into beetles and spiders” Marcus added with a smirk, as he came to stand next to me. The two soldiers just stared at us, their shorts still down around their ankles and cum dripping from their holes. “What do you fucking want” Jimmy growled, sensing they were on the back foot in the situation. “Well” I said, “I’ve already got and uploaded the footage I need, so we could just leave it there unless there’s anything you want from us.” “Footage?” Wayne asked. “Oh, yeah” I said. “You know, was trying to film a crow but instead got you two fucking each other. I’ve sent it to my brothers to enjoy and put on a few websites for others to jerk off to as well.” “You fucker…” Wayne began, starting to advance towards me. Jimmy grabbed him by the shoulder and stopped him, then stepped up closer to him. “Don’t” he said, quietly and tenderly. “Don’t make this worse.” “Good advice” Marcus said. “You should listen to your boyfriend.” Wayne’s shoulders sagged, and the fight was gone from him. Jimmy turned away from him and looked at me. “Ballard” he said, “I’m sorry for how things went down. We were all fucking cowards and let you take the fall for everything.” “Yes, you were” I said. “You two still engaged?” They both nodded, and I saw Marcus smile. “Seems a bit unfair, doesn’t it?” I said. “Two nice girls sat alone at home, waiting to become your wives, and you’re out here in the woods fucking each other.” “We just need a release” Wayne mumbled. “That was no release” Marcus said. “I know two gays when I see them.” Silence fell for a moment, before Jimmy spoke again. “What do you want?” he asked. “I’ll have to think about that” I replied. “But in the meantime, how about you two bend over that tree again so we can fuck those cummy holes of yours. You both used me for years, and it’s time for something in return.” Wayne stiffened and anger flashed across his face, but Jimmy put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper something to him. “OK” Jimmy said. “That’s fair.” They went back to the tree and both bent forward, and I moved in behind Wayne as I wanted to fuck the last fight out of him completely. I whipped out my cock and slammed it into him, and then went into a steady and firm rhythm immediately as Marcus got himself inserted in Jimmy. To give the two men credit, they did not hold back from letting us know they liked how it felt. Wayne’s muscular tattooed back rippled as I ploughed into him, and Jimmy arched his own back to demonstrate he was a willing receiver for Marcus. It was fucking hot to look at them as the tables were turned from my time in the barracks, and I went over the edge all too soon. When I pulled out of Wayne he spun round onto his knees and took my cock into his mouth to clean off, and after getting over the surprise of him doing that without being told to, I just enjoyed the feelings as I watched Marcus build himself up to breed Jimmy. “Are you poz as well?” Jimmy asked Marcus, as he used some tissues to wipe out his backside before he put his clothes back on properly. “Wait, what?” I asked. “We’ve seen some of your videos” Wayne said. “Found them by accident a while ago” Jimmy added. “It’s kind of part of what led to me and Wayne doing this together.” “Jesus” I said. “You know I’m poz and you took my load?” “Yeah” said Wayne, “I guess I did.” “Yes, I’m poz” Marcus said. “Bret and his boyfriend gifted me.” “Hot” said Jimmy. “Are you guys on prep?” I asked. “I mean, we were going to tell you to go and get on PEP, but…” “No, we’re not” said Jimmy. “Guess we’ll have to think about what to do now.” We wasted at each other for a moment, before I spoke again. “How about you meet us here same time tomorrow to let us know?” I suggested. “OK” said Jimmy. “Just don’t publish that footage, OK?” “Deal” I said. “If you don’t show up then I’ll tell my brothers to get on with it.” They both nodded, and then walked back to the trail and started to run towards the base. Marcus and I watched them go, then turned to each other and smiled. That was too perfect and too easy, but it was two more off my list. I didn’t say anything out loud about it, but I decided that if they did come back the next day then I’d find some way to get Evan and even Frank involved. But for now, we could go back to the hotel to have some lunch, chill for a bit, and then decide where wanted to go hunting next…

The club was also in walking distance, and when we got there we knocked on the door, gave the password to the guy that opened the hatch, and then we were in. Anticipating it might be a bit sketchy and with few facilities, I’d left all the bling at the hotel and only brought out what I would need for secret filming and lots of sex. I was quite up for giving and taking loads even if we didn’t add to our tally of soldiers behaving badly, so my hole was prepped and loosened before we set out. We had both brought balaclavas this time. The club was indeed quite skanky, but there were enough small rooms, gloryholes and larger playrooms for a decent crowd to have some fun. We stripped out of our outer clothes and left them on a bench in the largest playroom, and then went off to have some fun. I kept a long sleeve T-shirt on to hide my tattoos, with just a jock, my trainers and the balaclava otherwise. There were a couple of older guys fucking at the edge of that room, and a twink was being used by a third older guy in a sling. No-one else seemed to be around, and as I was in the mood for a cock up my arse, we went into an empty playroom so Marcus could fuck me for a bit. After a few minutes of doing this, a big man appeared next to us, and my stomach did a little jump when I felt Marcus stop thrusting and speak. “Nice schlong” he said in his funny voice. “You want to take over?” Marcus pulled out, and a moment later a new cock entered me and the guy began to pound me hard. “Fucking good hole” the guy growled. I did not need to see his face to know who this was. Between the cock in me and the voice from behind, I knew I was being fucked by Frank Cooper. He was as close to a bully as we had in the barracks, and was one of the first to use me. He was a brick shithouse of a guy, and his fucks were always rough and angry. But over time I came to the conclusion that his attitude was just a cover for the fact that he was probably gay, and his self-loathing came out in how he treated everyone else. I pitied him, but even with my own build I knew I had to put up with his advances as he could have easily beat the shit out of me otherwise. “You!” he barked at Marcus, after suddenly stopping his hard thrusting into me. “Get back there and fuck me.” Oh my fucking god. Frank took it up the arse. Frank was indeed fucking gay, and now he was about to make himself the meat in a poz sandwich. Why the fuck was I bent over in a position where I wouldn’t be able to watch this with my own eyes? Marcus slid into him without any resistance, but Frank immediately started thrusting and took full control of the whole thing. He started to groan and swear as he plundered my hole while impaling himself on Marcus, and in no time he swelled up inside me and blew his load. I contorted my body to pull away from him, and then stood beside them as Frank leaned against the wall and got fucked. He was going to take Marcus’s poz load, and mine too if I could get in there afterwards, but I felt no guilt about that. Anyone who deliberately takes raw cock in a place like that club needs to be on prep, poz already, or willing to live with the consequences. The fact that the guy had used me for years whether I wanted it or not only added to my feeling that he would get what was coming to him, and it was with a great deal of satisfaction that I pushed into his cum-filled hole as soon as Marcus had withdrawn. I pounded Frank as hard as he had always fucked me, but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Between the earlier stimulation from when he bred me, along with how horny the situation made me, I didn’t last long inside him and soon added my poz load to his hole. He left the room we were in immediately, but not long after we could hear him moaning and groaning from one of the other playrooms. We followed the sound, and found Frank bent over against the wall again with an older guy ramming into him. That was when I got an idea, and motioned to Marcus to stay put. I grabbed our stuff and took it to an empty private room, where I quickly set up a GoPro and then hid it under our clothes. I checked the live stream on my phone to make sure it was still capturing the scene even though the camera itself was well hidden. I also positioned myself in every way I could think of to make sure the camera was basically invisible, and then we would just have to hope that Frank did not thrash out and knock the clothing away from it. Marcus and I could probably just about take him together if he got violent, but none of us would come out of it well. I went back to the other room, and the guy fucking Frank had accelerated and was clearly about to blow. When he did, and as I had hoped, there was no-one else around to take over. “You want more loads man?” I said, putting on a voice in case he recognised my normal one. “Fuck me” Frank growled. “Not here” I said. “Got a room.” Marcus and I quickly turned and walked out of the playroom, and a moment later Frank followed us. I pointed into the room, and he went in and got down on all fours on the mattress. I went in next and squeezed down the side to get on my knees next to his head, pointing my cock at him. “I don’t’…” he muttered, looking at my cock. “You want more loads or not?” I interrupted. He stared at my cock, and then opened his mouth. I shuffled forward and he hesitantly took the tip into his mouth. I waited until he had properly engaged, and then nodded towards Marcus. He then got down on his knees behind Frank, and with the door still wide open, pushed his cock into the gaping cummy hole. Frank moaned as he was penetrated again, and then properly started to suck on my cock as Marcus began his steady thrusts. He did so with his left hand on Frank’s hip, leaving his right hand free to reach over and pull his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. He made sure the sounds and flash were off, and then took some photos and video from above to add to the footage the GoPro was capturing from the floor of the corner of the room. I had no fucking idea what we would do with it afterwards, such was the risk of Frank violently lashing out if we threatened him in person, but it was good to get this on film even if we just satisfied ourselves with having blown some poz loads in the guy as retribution. Having already blown a load, Marcus spent a long time fucking Frank before he reached his second orgasm. As he accelerated and started muttering expletives, Frank let my cock go from his mouth and began egging his fucker on to breed him. I knew the GoPro would be capturing his face clearly as he did this, which caused my dick to harden even more. This meant I was very ready to change positions once Marcus yelled out and slammed inside Frank for a final time, but I made sure we did this carefully to avoid disturbing the camera. Once I was inside the guy, I watched Frank hungrily take Marcus’s cummy cock into his mouth, any hesitation about doing oral long gone. I managed to repeat what Marcus had done, stealthily getting my own phone out to shoot some photos and videos from above, and then focused on fucking another load into the complete closet-case on all fours in front of me. He was hungry for it, bouncing back on me to meet each thrust, and I failed to show the stamina that Marcus had. I roared out as I shot my toxic load into Frank’s hole, panting as I came down from the orgasm. We had all we would need on film, so Marcus shifted over to sit on the clothes to remove any risk of the camera being uncovered as Frank got himself up and out of the room. He didn’t even look at us as he exited, marching back off towards the playrooms. As we rested in the private room, we could hear him again from elsewhere in the club which made me smile. I got my phone out, Marcus moved over and then got the GoPro out from under the clothes, and I set about saving the recording and uploading it to the cloud. That took a while on a data connection, but once it was done we grabbed our things and left the room. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stick around, but curiosity got the better of me and I motioned for Marcus to follow me as we headed to where Frank was now yelling out swear words. He was in a different playroom than before, and had got into a sling. What made me harden quickly was seeing that his ankles were not just resting in hoops, but had been put into leather cuffs and secured to the chains. An older man was fucking him, and either Frank hadn’t seen or didn’t care about the biohazard tattoo the guy had on his lower back. I nodded to Marcus, and we went round either side of the sling. Frank had his arms up and was gripping the chains while staring at the man who was pounding away inside him, allowing us to take hold of the leather cuffs chained up there too and quickly wrap them round Frank’s wrists and secure them before he had a chance to react. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, looking between us as the guy rammed him. We didn’t say anything, just standing back and watching as Frank struggled against the restraints. He was locked in place though, and stopped writhing when he knew there was nothing he could do despite his muscle mass. He slumped in place and took the rest of the fuck quietly, just staring at the older man when he slammed in and let out a howl as he bred the soldier. He then pulled out, grabbed a dirty towel off the bench to wipe his cock, and left the room. Marcus went over and closed the door behind him, and then came back to stand next to the immobilised Frank. I nodded to him, and we both started taking off our T-shirts. We also then pulled off our balaclavas, and Frank’s eyes went wide as he recognised us. “Frank” I said with a grin, “good to see you again.” “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Mostly fucking you” I replied. “All that time in the barracks with you fucking me, when I could have been returning the favour.” “Fuck you!” he yelled. “You already have” I said. “Maybe it’s time for us to have a third go with your sloppy hole.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” he said. “Or what?” I asked. “I’ll fucking kill you” he said. “I’m sure you will” I replied, sneering at him. “But first, let me just show you something.” I went over and got my phone, pulling up the video the GoPro had taken. I slid it along past all the time it was just filming an empty room, until the point Frank entered. Then I pointed the screen at him and let him watch as he took my cock into his mouth before being impaled by Marcus. I skipped on to the part where he was begging to be bred, and then pulled up the video and photos I had taken from above. “Already in the cloud” I said, “and I’m sure my brothers are jerking off over it right now. They’ll upload it in an hour unless I tell them not to.” Frank stared at me looking more petrified than I had ever seen him. “What do you want?” he quietly asked. “I think I’ve already got what I wanted” I said. “So maybe we should just focus on getting you more of what you want.” Marcus grinned at me, and then went back to open the door and left the room. In no time he came back with a couple of guys, one of whom rushed over to stand between Frank’s legs and then pushed his long cock inside. Although Frank clearly wanted to act defiant, he could not maintain that as he succumbed to the pleasure and intensity of taking another fuck, and by the end of it he was begging for the guy to breed him. The other man then stepped up, and I smiled as I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his shoulder blade. He had barely slid inside Frank when two more men came into the room, both younger jocks in harnesses, who patiently waited their turn to breed the guy. This gave me an idea, and I began to boot up the various apps and websites to post adverts about a trussed-up soldier taking loads at the club, for anyone who knew where this place was and how to get in. Crucially I made it clear that all loads would be taken, no questions asked, and added a biohazard emoji to the posts. Marcus and I stayed there for another couple of hours, both breeding Frank two more times each, watching him take countless more loads, and even getting a couple ourselves. We eventually decided to leave as we were tired from the long drive up, but Frank was still in the sling with plenty of guys waiting around for a chance to breed him. God knows what time he got out of there himself, but when he did so his hole would have been gaping, his innards coated with numerous toxic loads, and his world changed forever by the knowledge that we had his true self captured on film. I smiled as I thought about this dramatic turn of events, while I drifted off to a happy and satisfied sleep.

Marcus came over for the next few Saturdays, always spending the night with us even if he actually slept alone in our guest bed. Justin was around on a couple of those and enjoyed getting to fuck around with another muscle hunk the same size as the two of us, and Luke would join in after his bar shift. The twins were there for a couple of the nights, and they and their gorgeous boyfriends also had a lot of fun participating. I kept it to just our household though, and mostly it was me and Marcus alone just fucking each other a lot. Marcus had ordered a couple of chains for himself as he got off on borrowing the twins’ spares for our sessions, though he admitted that mine were a bit much to take when I put them on him for a fuck on one occasion. He began his conversion on a Wednesday after a few weeks of coming to see me at weekends, managing to send me a basic text that said Kevin and Leo were looking after him. He didn’t come over that weekend, which was helpful as Grant wanted me and Justin to do a film with a two real-life firemen, an actual couple who were getting into risky sex, so we got that arranged for the Saturday night instead. It was pretty hot to both fuck and be fucked by them while they were wearing parts of their uniforms, and it was also a thrill to see Justin so unashamedly showing his face on camera now. Marcus showed up the next weekend, and we spent a long time talking about things. He had admitted to Kevin and Leo what he had been up to, and while they thought he was reckless for having deliberately got himself pozzed, they could understand and of course were able to offer their own insights for him in what life would now be like. He was pretty relaxed about it all in himself, and said he had actually had a couple of really good hook-ups closer to home since he had recovered from the fuck flu. We did of course have some more sex, but we mostly spent the night talking which was actually really nice. It was at breakfast that I decided to talk to Marcus and some of the others about the idea that had been brewing in my own head. While being reunited with my old battalion mate had eased my thoughts a little, I still felt like I had unfinished business with the army. Working to give Marcus what he needed had shifted those thoughts to something more specific, and decided to tell everyone about what I was planning to do. “There’s no fucking way those guys who used to breed me are just wanking themselves now” I said. “Every one of them found some stupid way to convince themselves that they weren’t cheating on their wives and girlfriends by fucking a guy, and I bet they all started doing it again once the heat had died down from my discharge.” “Yeah, probably” said Justin. You reckon there’s a new cumdump in the barracks?” “Doubt it” I said. “No-one is gonna take that risk after what happened to me.” “So how then?” asked Marcus. “My bet is that they’re going somewhere in town” I said. “Not a club or bar where someone might be watching, but I bet there’s somewhere. I think I need to find out where.” “And then what?” Luke asked me. “So many of those fuckers threw me under the bus to save their own arses” I said, feeling the bitterness rising in me again. “It’s time to make things right and get some payback.” It took some organising, but me and Marcus both managed to get a week off from our jobs at the same time. In the lead-up to it, Luke and Justin kept asking if I was sure about it, worried that I would come to harm or do something I might regret later, but I kept reassuring them that I would be sensible and not endanger myself. I hired a car for the week, went to pick up Marcus from a station on his train line that was near the motorway, and then set off on the long drive. We chatted for most of the journey, stopping for lunch and a cigarette break at some services on the way, but we both went quiet as we exited the motorway and got onto the familiar roads leading to the base. Before we got there we pulled into the Premier Inn we had booked for the week, getting checked in and then deciding to have a drink at the bar. This chilled us out, and we then felt ready to go and get showered and changed so we could get on with scouting out what might be going on. What I hadn’t told anyone is that I already had quite a bit of the info I needed. I had called Grant and explained my plan, and being the kind of man that he is, he had eventually come through for me by means of a couple of contacts he had who knew this town. From them I had got all the details of the cruising spots, but also a key bit of intel about where the local guys knew they could hook up with soldiers. There were two unofficial, unmarked, unlicensed clubs in the industrial area near the base that supposedly had regular visits from men who everyone suspected were soldiers in civilian clothes. Grant’s contacts had never been, but knew the owner of one of them and had managed to get us the location and password. I told Marcus all of this as he got dried and dressed after his shower, explaining that I thought Luke and Justin might feel better if they assumed we were going to be on an unsuccessful wild goose chase up here. We decided to first check out the cruising spots, starting with those that were within walking distance so that I could have a break from driving as well as some more drinks. We first had another beer in the bar, and then headed out to see what we could find. The nearest location was in a wooded park that we had both known a bit from before as it was a favourite place to go for a run, so that’s where we started. However, rather than the familiar paths and playing field, we went off into the wilder areas until we seemed to be in the right sort of area. Sure enough, after waiting around for a bit hidden from most directions by a large holly bush, we saw a couple of men arrive and start hanging around nearby. They seemed to be together, and just leaned against adjacent trees to have a cigarette or two. Then a third man turned up, his face hidden by a hoodie, and we could hear the low murmurs of a quick conversation. Then one of the original men turned around, undid his trousers and pushed them down, and then leaned forward against the tree to stick his arse out. The man in the hoodie stepped up behind him, and the fucking began. The other guy was looking around to make sure they were safe, so we just watched from our hidden location. However, the top was fucking so vigorously that his hood eventually fell back off his face, and Marcus reached out and gripped my arm when we both recognised the man as Harry “Potter” Jones. Supposedly straight, girlfriend at home, and the reprimand on his record for having been one of the guys who fucked me long since forgotten. Unfortunately for him, I had come equipped for some stealthy surveillance. I reached into my own hoodie pocket and pulled out the compact superzoom camera I had bought, turning it on and extending the zoom completely from underneath my top to muffle the sound before I pushed the lens through a gap in the leaves and began to film. Harry’s face was clear as day, and within a few minutes I captured him yelling out as he bred the guy he was fucking. He swiftly pulled back, did up his trousers, and then went to pull up his hood as well. However, as he did so he looked right in our direction, not seeing us but giving me a fantastically clear full-face shot. Then he was gone, and we watched as the guy who had been on lookout dived down behind the other one and felched out the load. We stayed for a bit longer but no-one else came by, and eventually the two guys left and then we followed suit a few minutes later. “One down” I said to Marcus, with a grin. “Let’s try the toilets next” he said, grinning back at me. We walked across the park to the entrance on the other side, just outside which was a rank set of public toilets that still worked but no sane person would go inside. Our plan here was a bit different, with Marcus pulling on a balaclava so he could be the bait. I hid from view in a bush just inside the park, and we connected to each other on our phones. He hid his inside his pocket, and had decided a word neither of us ever used but which would be appropriate for the situation would be the code for when I should make a quick entrance, namely ‘schlong’. After we’d been in our positions for a while a small older man went in, and I could soon hear the sounds of Marcus being fucked but without the codeword being uttered unsurprisingly. But not too long after the first breeder left, someone of a bigger build in a hoodie went inside. “Yeah, that’s a nice schlong” I heard Marcus say in a funny voice, and I knew we had our next catch. I waited until the sounds of fucking began, and then I exited the bush and quietly walked to the toilets. We had tested the door and found it didn’t creak if opened slowly, so I very gently pushed it aside and then tiptoed into the foul-smelling room. I slowly closed the door behind me, and then tiptoed the rest of the way to the stall where I knew the activity was taking place. I had a GoPro already filming and attached to a selfie-stick, which I raised up slowly so it could catch the scene playing out in the stall. I had set it to live stream to my phone, which I carefully fished out of my pocket to make sure I was filming well. I was, and it took a lot of restraint to not react to what I saw. Evan “Almighty” Peters was bareback fucking Marcus in long deep strokes, his hoodie sitting on the toilet seat so he was in full view of my camera. Even with the top-down view that distorted his face, the tattoos on his arms and shoulders were unmistakable. Yet another of the bastards who had thrown me under the bus, potentially sealing his own fate as he cheated on his wife with an anonymous hooded man in a public loo. The reason I decided he was only potentially sealing his fate is because I decided not to leave. I stopped filming, uploaded the footage to the cloud in case he tried to get out of this by breaking something, and then I stepped back and leant against the sink. This made a noise, and the fucking sounds stopped. I stayed still, and eventually Evan resumed his pounding of Marcus. I patiently waited until I heard the sound of him panting as he blew his load, and could not suppress a grin from forming on my face as I listened to him getting his trousers up and hoodie on. He unlocked the door and came out, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me there grinning at him with my arms crossed. “Hey Evan” I said. “Long time, no see.” “Ballard” he stammered. “What the fuck?” “I think the fuck was someone you know” I said, watching Marcus pull off his balaclava behind Evan after he’d done up his own trousers. Evan turned slowly like he was overacting in a horror movie, and then staggered sideways when he recognised Marcus. He then just started looking between us, utterly panicked. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered. “Thought we’d come up to see the place again” I said. “Neither of us got a chance to say goodbye properly.” “Ballard…” he began. “Please” I interrupted, “call me Bret.” “Er, OK, Bret…” he began again. “And the guy you just shot a load in is called Marcus” I said. “You know, in case you forgot.” Evan’s mouth dropped open, and his body went even more rigid than it had been. “Well, anyway” I said, “let’s talk about this a bit more. “First off, thank you for the fucking fantastic footage. Having your hoodie off really helped show off your handsome face.” “What?!” he squealed. “Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot to threaten you in amongst us all getting to know each other again” I said. “You’re on film, uploaded and with my bothers already, before you try anything.” “You’re lying” he growled. “Nope” I said, fishing my phone out of my pocket and starting the video for him. “What the fuck do you want Ballard?” he growled, as he watched himself pounding Marcus on my screen. “Two things” I said. “Justice, and payback.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” “You fucking know what I’m talking about” I spat, losing the smug grin I had been sporting. “You fuckers threw a battalion mate to the lions to save your own cowardly arses.” “And now he’s back, and currently got you by the balls” Marcus added. “Listen, Ballard…” Evan began. “My fucking name is Bret” I growled. “Or you might try using Sir” Marcus said. “OK, OK” Evan said. “What do you want?” “As I said, justice and payback” I replied. “But I intend to use the payback to get the justice.” “What?” Evan asked. “It’s simple” I said. “I have what I need on film to get your reprimand turned into the dishonourable discharge that I got. But that would be justice on its own, and I’m more interested in a bit of payback that might dish out some justice in a different way.” “I don’t know what you mean” he said, starting to look a little defeated. “Let me spell it out for you” I said. “You fucked my arse more times than I can count, and now I want yours.” “What?!” he squealed. “Fair’s fair” Marcus said. “I’m not letting you fuck me!” Evan almost yelled. “Fine” I said, pulling my phone out. “I’ll just tell my brothers to go ahead and publish the footage now. They were going to do it later anyway if I didn’t tell them not to, but why wait?” “Wait!” Evan yelled. “What’s that?” I said, looking up at him. “Just wait” he said. “Please.” The poor guy tried in vain to reason with me, having no idea that I was lying about what would happen with the footage, and then in utter defeat he agreed to my terms. Maybe he thought he’d find some way out of it, but I fancied some fun before we went to check out the club later. So it was that Evan Peters found himself naked on a hotel bed, doing everything he could to maintain his dignity as he felt my cock slide into his virgin hole. I’d worked him open of course, not actually wanting to hurt him, and to his credit he took my whole length without crying out. But the crying out did begin, as my thrusts stimulated his prostate and introduced him to incredible pleasures he had never imagined he could feel. By the time I bred him he was putty in our hands, and Marcus slid in to add a second load. We had time after, so both gave him a second round before we told him to get his shit together and leave. “Oh, and Evan” I said, as he started walking towards the door. “There’s one more thing you need to do.” “What’s that?” he asked. “You’ll need to go to the infirmary and ask for a course of PEP, as soon as you can” I said. “PEP? What’s that?” he asked. “These” I said, pointing to the biohazards on my naked skin, “are a warning about what I’m carrying.” “What you’re carrying?” he asked, looking confused. “What do you…” “Yep” I said, when realisation dawned on him. “That.” He went white with horror, and then bolted for the door to the sound of me and Marcus laughing. I felt no guilt despite not normally going in for this, as he fucking deserved it and now had the opportunity to prevent it even if there was a chance of it taking. My fun was being had in the fact he would now have to have that particular conversation with the medics on base, and perhaps learn a lesson for the future. But, with all that done, it was time for me and Marcus to get ourselves ready for the next hunt. Two down, many more to go…

i know a few couples that one left to be with one of the random "guest stars" from a 3way. all of them describe their previously relationships as flawed or unhappy so my takeaway is you can't break up a happy home. i myself had a somewhat similar but different experience and all i can say is this 3rd party saw a crack in our foundation and took the opportunity to drive a wedge in. is he an evil queen? yes. but was our marriage perfect at the time he showed up? no. for all i know he just speed up the inevitable. in my case it was more a riff over drug use than sex. today im sober and my ex last i heard was homeless and wanted by the police. so.... i guess my advice is be more worried about chem sex than open relationships

When I was 18ish, I went to a library in Singapore, one of the neighbourhood ones , and while in the stall, which I had left open, someone walked in and proceeded to grope me. Long story short, he pulls his tight jeans and underwear down, and the aroma of unwashed cock filled the cubicle, only to get stronger when he rolled back his foreskin. Being an innocent (yeah right!!), he somehow convinced me to suck him off, with a large dark brown cock full of cheese. I think it’s then that I developed a taste for smeg. It’s to show age ain’t always the indicator one would think.

As for my preference, I very much enjoy going balls deep, grabbing them by their hips and holding them as close as possible when I breed a hole. After I feel my balls have delivered their pay-load, I enjoy continuing my fucking to ensure as much baby batter gets injected. If I am really turned on, I keep fucking until load number two is delivered. After I have used and seeded the my fuck toy, I especially enjoy having them suck any fuck juice off my rod. If I am soft, having them orally arouse me for more play.

It happened almost thirty years ago (1998 February) but I clearly remember. He was the very first guy in my life and the same time he took my virginity. I was nervous and I dressed partly up after taking a shy. He appeared from a different bathroom only with a towel around his body and was surprised because I still was in my boxer shorts and t-shirt. I pulled down both of them, he started to suck me. Somehow, probably unconsciously I turned to 69 and took his cock. I clearly remember its taste. It was freshly waged but mixed with precum. I swallowed it fully and right in that moment I felt, mor precisely I knew that this was what I wanted all my life. I was happy and also knew that my life changed forever. Namely until then was uncertain of my sexuality but then it was clear that I was gay (okey for a year I lied to myself about being bisexual) and I always wanted to suck dicks. Not much later he fucked me and I also fucked him (I was a bit lame), but then I also know that being fucked and fucking a man’s hole is incomparably better than having sex with girls (what I did until then and for one more year). I was then 22 and I had sex with females last time when I was 23,5. I lost my virginity 30 years ago and during these times I have sex only for 4,5 years 🤣 So my first cock sucking experience didn’t lie to me, I was born to be gay. 😈

I’ve got a local neighbor who wants to own my ass and corrupt me by quoting my ass out to local tops. We’ve even talked about setting up motel bb sessions near truck stops to service a lot of men. He wants to watch me get used and filled with lots of random cumloads.

Nope, not bad at all. If you want to take cock raw, be ready to take it all the way. It's a tops right to decide where he comes when fucking BB.

There is a unique sadness that we feel when we genuinely suspect we have missed out on a truly life changing…albeit deviant experience such as fucking getting loaded by an uncle. That said, let us all cheer you on in this fantasy and at the very least least, know that many of us understand how you feel.

“Come in” I called, looking round at the door from my desk. Tony walked in, and I almost immediately went completely hard given he was wearing only a black jockstrap. “Hey” I said. “Everyone else is out” he said, a slight quiver in his voice. “Please Aaron, I need you to fuck me.” I got up from my chair and went over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “I want Sam and Bailey too, but the first time I just want it to be you.” “OK” I said, giving him a warm smile. “I don’t just mean my first pozzing” he said, looking down. “I mean my first ever.” “Oh” I said. “I mean, I didn’t think I had ever seen you bottoming, but I guess I just kind of assumed you had done it with one of the other guys at some point.” “No” he said, “and I’ve never wanted to before you told me your story, but now it’s all I can think about.” He looked up at me, with a slightly pleading expression on his face. I couldn’t help but lean in and plant my lips on his, and we engaged in a short but quite passionate kiss. “I would be honoured to be your first” I whispered. “If you’re sure this is what you want.” “It is” he panted. “I don’t know why, but it is.” I looked in his eyes for a few moments, before stepping back and starting to undress. I motioned him to over to the bed as I got the last of my clothes off, and then had him get down on all fours on the edge of the mattress. I then got down on my knees, and began a long and very thorough opening-up of his hole with my tongue and fingers. Knowing I was going to be popping his cherry, and wanting to make sure he loved it as much as I did, I spent a long time making sure he was as open and relaxed as I could feasibly get him before the main act began. Eventually I decided it was time to get on with it, and I moved away from his arse and stood up. I went to my bedside drawers and got out a bottle of poppers, which I leaned over and put next to him. “I think you should take a few hits” I said. “I don’t need them anymore to get relaxed and open, but you’ll enjoy this more if you use them to relax.” I watched him take a couple of sniffs, and smiled as he moaned very quietly at the high he got from them. I then encouraged him to change position so he was lying on his left side, before I lay down behind him and shuffled into position. I lifted his leg and got him to hold it up himself, and then I applied some lube to my cock and a bit more to his hole. I manoeuvred my cock to his hole, and just gently pushed on it a few times to get him a bit more excited. Very gently I then began to push in, whispering for him to push back on me. I popped in and he yelped, and then I held in place until he relaxed. I then reached up and took hold of his leg, allowing him to pull his own hand away to open the poppers for another couple of hits. Over several minutes I gradually slid all the way into him, and then held in place for a few minutes more while I kissed his shoulders and waited for his breathing to calm. When I sensed he was ready, I began a slow and gentle fuck, enjoying listening to Tony’s moans of pleasure as he was introduced to the awesomeness of being fucked. I made sure I held back until I knew he was ready for me to up the ante, at which point I pulled out of him. I pulled him into his back and then shuffled round on the bed, him instinctively knowing to lift his legs as I did so. I ducked under his right leg to get in place, put both his ankles on my shoulders, and then lined up my cock with his hole again. I took it easy pushing back into him, but he seemed to get off on the re-entry so much that I withdrew and did it again. I kept doing this, driving deeper into him each time, until I pushed in a final time and then leaned forward, reaching up grip his ankles on my shoulders. I then began a deep and rapidly accelerating power fuck, staring down into his eyes as I really showed him what it was like to bottom. It was only as I began to feel my orgasm approaching that I decided to introduce some verbal to it all. “You like having my dick in your virgin hole” I growled. “Yeah” he panted. “You like having my raw dick in you bareback.” “Yeah!” “You fucking love having my big poz dick in your sweet neg hole, don’t you” I yelled. “Oh fuck yeah!” he hollered. “You want me to pump my dirty poz load into you.” “Please!” he yelled. “Say it!” I commanded. “Oh fuck, fucking fill my neg virgin hole with your poz load” he said. “More!” I shouted, as I really began to pound him. “Breed me! Poz me! Please poz me!” he whimpered, as cum started spewing from his cock all over his stomach, despite him not even touching it. That set me off, and I slammed in and blasted off inside him, roaring as I unloaded my toxic swimmers into his previously-untapped neg hole. I held my breath as my dick throbbed in him, before slowly lowering myself to plant my lips on his. We panted and kissed as we both came down from incredible orgasms, and then I lifted myself up a bit to be able to look into his eyes. “Tell me what I have in me” he said. “My poz cum” I replied. “Your neg hole is full of my toxic dirty poz cum.” “Oh fuck” he said. “You want more?” I asked, realising my dick was not softening inside of him. “Yes please” he whimpered, causing me to grin at him briefly. I then leaned back down on him, let his body take my weight, and began to use my arms and some twisting to turn us over so that I was on my back and he was sat on my midsection, my hard dick never once slipping from his hole. I then looked up at him. “Fuck yourself on my poz cock” I said. “Earn that second toxic load.” He began to bounce himself up and down, switching between kneeling and squatting positions whenever his muscles got tired, with my only role being to swat away his hand if he ever reached for his own cock, while continuing a stream of filthy verbal to keep him at full arousal. I let him ride me for ages until I could feel a second orgasm brewing, at which point I told him to stop and dismount. I bent him over the bed in a standing position, then thrust back into him from behind. I gripped his hips, and then fucked the living daylights out of him as he groaned and yelled at the force of what he was withstanding. He once again came hands-free, and shortly after I filled him up with his second poz load as I yelled a stream of obscenities. I then propelled us both forwards onto the mattress, with me lying on his back and my cock slowly starting to finally soften inside his hole. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he eventually whispered. “What?” I asked. “That getting fucked is so awesome” he said, causing me to chuckle. “I was bloody telling you all!” I said. “Could you not tell how awesome I think it is from me bending over and taking everything anyone could give me several times a day?” “True” he chuckled. “But still, it I’d known…” “Well, I’m glad I got to show you” I said, kissing his neck. “You’re going to be bottoming more from now on, I take it?” “For you three I will” he said. I kissed his neck again, and then hauled myself off him and stood up. He also got up off the bed, and then stood in front of me so we could look at each other. “Any regrets?” I asked. “No” he said, smiling. “I just want more of this.” “Well, if you do suddenly wake up later or tomorrow or something regretting or doubting things, you can go to the hospital and get something that should keep you safe” I said. “But only for a couple of days I think.” “Thanks” he said, “but I’m serious. I want this. I want you to tell Sam and Bailey what we did, and then I want all three of you to fuck me whenever and wherever you can.” “Just as a group?” I asked. “No” he said. “I kind of want to be alone with each of them too, as well as with everyone together.” “Well, I’ll see what I can do then” I said, smiling. “Though at this rate you’ll be taking over from me as the house cumdump.” “That’s fine by me” he said, laughing. I went over and gently kissed him again, and then got some tissues to wipe up the cum running down his legs before he ended up leaving a trail through the house. He then headed out of my room to the shower downstairs near his own room, while I went into the main bathroom on my floor to get cleaned up as well. Then it was back to my research. —————— By the time we managed to find an evening when the four of us having a group session was feasible without causing a whole ‘thing’ with the other guys in the house, Tony had already been fucked by both Sam and Bailey. He had also crept into my room one night and enjoyed a quiet spitroast from me and Bailey, as well as taking one more solo fuck from me one morning. But when we four were at last able to have some fun together, we did not hold back. Tony spent the whole of the session with a cock in his hole. He was utterly insatiable, and we three all focused on him entirely. While one of us would be fucking Tony, the other two kept his mouth busy with a cock to suck or a hole to rim, and we sometimes wanked or sucked his cock a bit too. He licked clean our cocks after each breeding, as our round-robin fucking of his hole inevitably continued. He was right at the end of fuck number 8 when the unthinkable happened. Sam was hammering away inside of him when my door suddenly opened and Leroy marched into the room. Bailey and I both froze, but Sam had not noticed and carried on fucking for the few more moments it took him to reach orgasm. Unfortunately this was the moment he decided to go verbal for the first time. “Take my poz load you negative little whore” he growled down at Tony, as his dick throbbed and he unloaded inside our also-oblivious housemate. “What the fuck???!!!!” Leroy exclaimed, before turning and rushing back out the door. “Shit” I growled, before hurrying off the bed. I hopped into my shorts and then ran out of the room, fortunately hearing Leroy just reaching the bottom of the stairs. I ran down after him, and joined him in the kitchen where he had grabbed a bottle of vodka and was drinking directly from it. “Lee” I said. “What the fucking fuck is going on Aaron?” he yelled. “What the fuck did I just see??!!” “I can explain” I said, holding my hands up. “You fucking better” he said. We stared at each other for a moment, before I went over to the drinks shelf and grabbed a bottle of rum. I poured some out in a mug as it was the closest thing to hand, necking it back before I poured another. Then I turned back to him. “Look, can we sit down?” I said. “Fuck that” he said. “You got a cigarette?” “Upstairs” I said. “Can you let me go and get a pack, put on some proper clothes, and then I’ll tell you everything.” He nodded, so I necked back the second rum, plonked the mug on the table, and then quickly went back upstairs. Tony was being held by Bailey, possibly sobbing, while Sam just stood there looking like a deer in headlights. I ignored his questions, hurriedly throwing on a pair of jogging bottoms over my shorts, a T-shirt and a hoodie, and then picked up my open pack of cigarettes as well as a new one. “Let me sort this out” I said to them, before dashing back downstairs. Tony was out in the garden already, pacing about on the patio, and once I closed the back door I held out the cigarettes to him. He took once and then tossed the pack back at me, and I held up a light for him. I got myself lit up too, and then slumped down on the bench. He continued to pace around a bit, and then came down and sat at the other end of the bench from me. “Talk” he said. I didn’t see any other option than full disclosure, so as I had done with Tony, I started at the beginning and took Leroy through everything. I talked softly, both to avoid being overheard by any neighbours who might also happen to be out in the cold, but also to try to keep the conversation calm. Leroy did not utter a word, indeed I did not even sense any physical reaction from him even though I was not looking directly at him, with the only movement being from smoking his cigarette and then lighting a new one almost straight after. “That is so fucked up” he said, following a long silence once I’d finished. “I know” I said, “or at least I know that’s how it must seem. But for me, it was what I wanted and I don’t regret it. Bailey and Sam feel the same, and Tony is right there with us now too.” “So you’re going to infect him” said Leroy. “Mate, it’s what he wants” I said, “and, I don’t know, it’s like a special bond for us three that I guess I want him to have with us too.” We sat in silence for quite a while after that. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen next, but after seeing how upset Tony was upstairs, I knew I had to find a way to protect him. Bailey and I had each other for support if things went south, Sam probably wouldn’t care if everyone else knew, but Tony had only recently started figuring himself out properly and could be really damaged by everything blowing up around us. “OK” Leroy said. “I mean, it’s fucked up, but I guess I sort of get what you’re saying.” “You do?” I asked. “Sort of” he replied. “I mean, about that whole special bond thing. That’s kind of how I feel about all the guys in this house compared to any other friends I’ve ever had back home.” “Oh” I said. “I wish you hadn’t fucked all that up” he said. “I’m sorry” I said. “It was just something I needed to do. I never expected anyone else to get involved.” “I know” he said, turning to face me. “I mean, I believe you.” “Thank you” I said. “Just let me think about all this for a bit, OK?” he said. “Er, yeah, sure” I said, not really knowing what he meant. “Got to get my head around it all” he said, turning back to face the garden. “Figure it out, you know?” “Yes” I said, lying. “But could you, you know, not tell anyone else?” “I won’t” he said. “I mean, I think we know we have to say something soon” I said, “but Tony’s new to all this, and I think he’s having a complete freak-out upstairs right now.” “I get it” Leroy said. “Let me go and talk to him.” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yeah” he replied, standing up and heading for the door. I followed him up to my room, where he paused briefly outside the door before going in. He looked at both Bailey and Sam, before walking over to where Tony was standing holding his phone, still naked and with red, wet eyes. Leroy didn’t say anything, but just put his arms round Tony and hugged him for a moment. Then he pulled back, and headed for the door again. However, he turned and looked at us all as he got there. “We’re OK” he said, before glancing in my direction and nodding. Then he was gone. The night’s ‘festivities’ were obviously over, but Bailey and I convinced Tony to stay with us. He was still very rattled, but he eventually calmed down once he’d settled into bed, with Bailey holding him in a comforting embrace from behind, and me lying facing him while holding his hand. The next morning he was a bit brighter, particularly once the four of us slipped out to have breakfast in the park cafe nearby. We talked about my conversation with Leroy, and everyone felt a bit less on edge after that. We also started discussing how and when we would have a conversation with everyone else, agreeing that it would wait until after Tony converted. Then, with breakfast done, we got back on with our days. Tony’s conversion just happened to begin the next day, when he woke up feeling feverish and sick. Bailey and I took charge of looking after him with a bit of Sam’s help, all while doing our best to deflect or ignore comments from the other guys about this flu that kept taking down housemates. A couple of days in to Tony’s sickness, Sam began to act a little strangely, and Bailey and I both agreed it felt like he was not telling us something. We wondered if he was maybe feeling some kind of guilt or regret at his potential part in Tony’s conversion, but something didn’t sit right with that as it did not seem to be an issue he’d be bothered about. Our answer came one day when most of the guys were out, and I was flirting between a paper I was writing and keeping an eye on Tony. Leroy suddenly came into Tony’s room, startling me both with the suddenness of it and also because I didn’t know he was home. He closed the door behind him, and walked over to where I was kneeling on the floor next to the bed using a wet cloth to clean our unconscious housemate up a bit. Leroy looked down at Tony for a moment, before he suddenly yanked down his shorts and turned to me. His cock was erect and right in my face, but before I could pull away he put his hand on the top of my head. His intentions were clear, and I felt like I was in no position to refuse given the secret he was carrying. I therefore opened my mouth and took him in, eventually swallowing his cock completely. It was a pretty vigorous throatfucking, but I miraculously maintained control of my gag reflex and just allowed him to use me. His hand never left my head, and he was completely calling the shots. Thankfully he didn’t last long, and I was soon ingesting a big load of his cum. He immediately withdrew, pulled up his shorts, took one last look at Tony, and then left the room. I remained on the floor a little stunned for a moment, then got back to tending to Tony while I processed what had just happened. That night I told Sam and Bailey what had happened, which prompted Sam to finally come clean. “He’s done that to me, like, two or three times a day since he found out” he said. “I didn’t tell you guys because you’ve got enough on looking after Tone, and I figured keeping a lid on Leroy could be what I do for us four right now.” “Fuck” said Bailey. “Guess I’m not enough on my own” said Sam. “I guess not” I said. But with Sam’s revelation, the final part of my conversation with Leroy from the other night came back to me. I realised only there and then that something was developing in him. He was clearly intrigued or something, but couldn’t deal with it properly. He must be thinking about us and getting horned up, but the only release he could contemplate was a super-dominant use of one of our throats. I remembered how he had responded to me talking of a special bond, and his own comment on how he felt about what we all had with each other in the house. He was clearly facing something of a mental conflict, and I determined then and there to see if I could find some way to help him. However, Bailey then spoke up. “Let me talk to him” he said. “I think I can help him.” I looked at my boyfriend quizzically, but then agreed to leave it to him for now. Sam also agreed, noting he would just put up with the throat workouts from Leroy while they continued, and he might even try to be a bit more proactive about it to avoid me getting any more visits. With that, Sam headed back to his room, and Bailey and I went to bed. He slipped inside me and gave me a long and gentle fuck, before we both fell asleep with him still buried inside me. To be continued ————— NOTE: Earlier in the story I slightly lost track of the guys, and ended up with 11 names rather than 10. As such, please see Leroy as a nickname the guys have given the previously-mentioned Liam… #facepalm

@DNG999 Glad you are enjoying it so far. Thanks for the comment! @nymidtowneast I aim to please here and I'm really glad you enjoy my stories! Writing is fun... and reading is what guys? Fundamental. 😛 @pozpopperpig Yeah, he is really gonna be taught a good hard long lesson... @KinkyTallBottom I think secretly we all would. I like getting descriptive on these stories, building the scene. I'm glad you appreciate the work. @cman54 Right? Where's all our perverted dirty bears looking to teach us a lesson??? @MattQueen1 Who knows? I don't have that necessarily in the plans right now... but if this story doesn't bite me with a writers block... who knows what a sequel might hold... @nolatallguy Hopefully this next chapter does a little more than just getting you hard and leaking? @PozBearWI As always, thanks for your kind words and comments. 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This chapter was an interesting one to write, and took some brainstorming with a few people (you know who you are) to get right. I hope everyone enjoys it. And don't hesitate to comment and post suggestions. I actively try to read all the comments, and if the idea is hot, I try to include it in the story, so don't hesitate to make a suggestion. Anyways, enjoy! ------- Lesson Three: Expanding Your Horizons It’s only been four hours now, I thought to myself, looking over yet again at the clock on my bedside table. Sleep was still eluding me even after everything I had done. I laid in my bed tossing and turning, my mind going over and over again on the events that had transpired. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever seen myself doing this. And yet, the evidence of it was clear with the ache in my ass and cock. Unable to stand it anymore, I slowly let my hand drift down to my semi hard cock and played the events through my mind yet again. ——— I watched as Mike pulled his cigar out of his mouth, grinning at me as his cock head pressed against my hole. Slowly, he let a long line of drool drip out of his mouth, letting it pool on top of his cock head. “Fuck your hole looks so fucking hot with my dick pressed against it,” Mike growled appreciatively, slowly pushing his meat against and around my hole, slowly smearing his cigar smoke laden spit around it, “I can’t wait until I finally get to breach that tight boy ass and breed you nice and deep.” I let out a shuddering breath as I felt tip occasionally catch on my opening, threatening to breach me. I couldn’t tell if it was anticipation, or excitement, or fear, or a mixture of the three as I felt the tip threaten to sink deep in me. “We are going to make you our bitch,” Greg said, coming back up next to me, slowly stroking his hard cock, precum glistening on the tip, “You want us to blast your insides with our potent baby gravy, don’t you?” “Yes sir,” I said shakily, licking my lips, and tasting the remains of the cigar and my cum on them, “I want you to flood my insides please.” “Such a fucking polite pig,” Mike said, grinning down at me, “You’re gonna beg for our dirty load from here on out, aren’t you? Let our loads soak into you and get you nice and pregnant?” “Can’t fucking wait to knock our bitch boy up good,” Greg said, grabbing his cock and smacking it firmly against my left side of my face. Something about the way they were saying these things made me take a pause, feeling like I was missing something crucial. The thought was suddenly lost on me, however, as I suddenly felt Mike start to press his cock harder and harder against my hole. “Once I break this hole open, boy, there is no going back,” Mike said firmly, his attention now on shoving his large dick into my ass, “You fucking ready?” I nodded, bracing myself as I felt even more pressure build as Mike pushed his dick harder and harder. Suddenly, I felt my hole give way. I let out a loud pained moan as I felt Mike’s cock slowly slide deep into my guts. “Fuuuuuuck yeah,” Mike groaned appreciatively, nodding and smiling around his cigar as his cock continued to bury itself in my no longer virgin hole, “Nice tight boyhole, Greg.” “Yeah, babe,” Greg replied, reaching down and giving my semi-hard dick a few rough tugs, “The dumb slut here seems to be enjoying you stretching his ass out.” I couldn’t deny that even with the pain of my formerly tight ass being stretched out, I was turned on. I muttered out a few curses as I felt each inch worming inside me. Both of them smiled at each other before pulling their cigars out of their mouths, leaning over me and locking lips as they started making out. I watched as they laughed while swapping smoke, when finally I felt Mike’s hairy groin pressed hard against my ass with one firm slam. Breaking apart, I watched as Mike leaned back, pressing his full weight against my ass, as Greg leaned over me and looked down at the scene of Mike firmly seating himself inside me. Standing back up, Greg turned to me and smiled. “Fuck, boy,” he said, taking a puff on the cigar before blowing out a cloud of smoke in my face, “How’s that bare cock feel deep in your pussy?” “God… It’s so deep,” I groaned, as Mike slowly pulled slightly out before he slammed back in again. “So fucking warm and tight,” Mike said, slowly moving his cock in and out as my ass slowly became accustomed to the large slab of meat working in and out, “Feels like its trying to suck a load out of me.” On each deep stroke inward, I felt a wave of pleasure bloom in my stomach, somewhat aware that he was slowly brushing against my prostate. “Holy…. Shit….” I gasped, letting my head fall back as he continued his slow assault, “That… feels amazing.” “Yeah, that’s my good cumslut,” Mike laughed, enjoying the show I was apparently putting on as he worked himself in and out of my hole, “Last fucking chance boy before I show how a real man fucks. You want me to pull out? Or do you want Daddy to fucking breed you and flood you with his DNA?” Bottoming out in my hole, I felt him flex his cock. I groaned at the sensation. “Hmmm, what’s it going to be?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming hard in my ass. “Oh god… breed me sir. Fill me up with your thick load,” I moaned, my mind lost in a sex-fueled haze, “I want you to fill me up until it’s dripping out of my ruined hole.” “Feed the slut some poppers,” Mike growled, as he slowly pulled his dick out until the head of his cock sat at the entrance of my hole, “He’s gonna need it.” Greg grinned, nodding as he pulled out his bottle of poppers, opening them before handing them to me. “Go ahead and hold on to those, pig,” Greg said before he reached down and started pulling the suction cups off my tits, “Huff them as much as you want. Get yourself fucking stupid on them. You’re going to need them tonight.” I nodded, taking several hard sniffs in each nostril, feeling myself relax as the chemicals went to work. Satisfied, Mike slammed into my ass as hard as he could, causing the chains of the sling to rattle. I let out a loud groan, enjoying the sensation as he pulled back, preparing for what would likely be hard onslaught on my hole. I gasped as Greg suddenly pulled each suction cup off instantly, my now free nipples throbbing in the cool air of the room. Instantly, Greg began to pinch and pull on them, both now swollen. I let out a pained gasp, as Greg began to work them, surprised at the pleasurable pain. Suddenly, I felt Mike start to slam my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head, as the poppers took hold and Mike began to slam my ass hard and fast with reckless abandonment. The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the basement, as Mike slammed into my hole, over and over, quickly turning my ass into a quivering blob go flesh. I continued to huff on the poppers, letting my mind melt with the sensation of my ass getting fucked hard, as both of my nipples were worked on by Greg. Occasionally, Mike would grab my dick and balls, using them as leverage to pull me down harder onto his rock hard cock. Eventually, I felt his rhythm start to stutter occasionally, the occasional growl coming from him as my now loose and sloppy as clung to his dick on each outward stroke. “Fucking destroying this hole boy,” he said, slowing down for a minute as he caught his breath, “You fucking like my dirty bear cock in your pig hole? Like feeling me leak my tainted smoker cum in there and working it nice and deep in you? Tell Dad how much you love it.” “Fuck… I want your cock in me,” I groaned, my mind floating in a poppers induced haze, “I want to feel you rearrange my guts before you flood me with your sperm.” “That’s my good boy,” he growled around the cigar, before pulling it out and spitting in my face, “Nothing but a dumb jock aren’t you, a fucking receptacle for real men to dump their load into, aren’t you” “Yes sir,” I moaned, feeling his spit slowly drip off my face, “Thank you sir.” “You gonna let us fucking nut in that hole, aren’t you boy,” he growled, an evil grin spreading across his face, “Gonna let my husband shoot his dirty load in you too? Let us shove a nice fat plug up that virgin boy cunt and let our loads soak in there?” I could only nod, my mind lost in the haze of poppers as it slowly registered what he said, not properly processing the words. “Fuck yeah,” he said, picking up pace suddenly, slamming hard and fast in my ass in less and less smooth motions, “You fucking want it? Fucking want my dirty jizz? Let us turn you into the perfect smoking dumb jock cumdump you know you need to be?” “Oh…. Fuck, please…” I moaned, enjoying the ride as I felt his cock swelling larger in my ass, “Please give me your cum.” “Fucking take my dirty poz smoker load,” he yelled suddenly, as I felt my ass suddenly get slicker as his dick began to shoot deep in my ass, as he pulled my ass tightly against his groin, “Take all this bug and nicotine filled jizz, you stupid fucking jock slut.” Suddenly it clicked in my head, just making it through my mind as his words as I felt his cock pulsing deeply, driving me over the edge as I shot my second load for the night all over my chest and stomach. “Fuck yeah man, shoot out that neg load and make room for our bugs in those balls,” Greg said, rubbing his hand in my cum before moving his fingers to my mouth. Still coming down from the haze of the poppers and my release, I accepted them and sucked my load off his meaty fingers, watching as he then fed himself and Mike the rest, as Mike slowly twitched inside my ass. After a few silent moments, Mike finally pulled out with a slight wince. “Fucking feels like I shot a gallon of cum in there,” he said out loud, laughing shakily. I sat there for a second as the gravity of the situation finally set in. “Hey…. Um….” I said quietly, my voice sounding small even to me, “You guy are… poz?” Greg and Mike looked at each other again, confused. “Yeah, buddy,” Mike said, perplexed, “I thought that was kinda obvious with the tattoos and the dirty talk.” Mike gestured at the large matching biohazard signs on their abs, driving the point further home. “You’re joking, right? This is like earlier with the cross, right,” I asked, laughing uncomfortably for a moment. Their silence told me that it was not a joke. I sat there for several seconds in silence, before Greg spoke. “I mean, it’s no big deal,” he said, “Aren’t all you college guys on PrEP nowadays?” I sat in silence again as they looked at each other again, looking up them for a second before looking away, tight-lipped. “Oooh shit…” Mike said, realizing that I was not in fact on it, “Look man, we didn’t know. Fuck… Um… You can always go get on some meds.” I still sat in silence as my mind worked through the problem, as both of them stood watching me. I wasn’t sure what I felt at first. Here I was, having what had to be the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had with these guys. I’d not even once thought about their status. They asked mine. I never asked for a condom. They told me several times they didn’t use them. I could have been been smart and gotten on PrEP. This was literally my fault too. One could even argue mainly my fault. I thought back to all the things they said, piecing the words together and drawing the context of them into my thought process. “Um, I’m guessing you guys aren’t undetectable, right?” I said slowly, my mind still processing everything. “No, uh… sorry, man… the guys we get with usually are on PrEP, or positive themselves. We’re pretty healthy still, and don’t really like the side effects,” Mike said, as Greg nodded in agreement, “We just assumed you were on meds too. Look… we really are sorry man. We can pay for you to go to the clinic to get PEP if you…” “It’s ok,” I said suddenly, interrupting them. I don’t really know why. For some weird, fucked up reason a large part of me was surprisingly ok with the situation. I knew that with modern medicine, it wasn’t a death sentence anymore. After feeling what it was like bareback, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I tried this again. And something about the danger of now knowing I was playing with proverbial fire flipped some sort of switch in me. I somehow was turned on. “I mean, we totally can, man. We didn’t mean to…” Greg said, visibly unsure with what to say. Why the fuck was I turned on? I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I loved the verbal abuse, feeling them verbally and physically degrade my hot jock body as gave I to the dark and perverted nature of it just seemed to turn me on at some primal level. Something about the risk of it all was hitting all the buttons for me. All the people I had slept with had always been a one time thing, every time them saying I was kind of boring in bed. Too vanilla. Too average. Too unwillingly to be adventurous. I had even told myself that I needed to get out of my box. And, well, this was DEFINITELY going outside the box. So, why not? Why not explore this side of me? “I’m seriously ok with it,” I said, surprised at how calm I sounded, “It was hot sex, and I should have asked.” Both of them continued to stare at me in silence. “Look, I really enjoyed it…. Like holy fucking shit is it good… and well…” I said, shrugging as I looked up at them in the sling, “I’m not going to lie. There is something kinda hot about it. Not knowing if the next fuck I get from you guys is the one. I have a few days to get on medicine if I change my mind, right?” Greg nodded silently. “And, you guys happy, right? Healthy, successful, all of that, other than being positive,” I asked to nobody in particular. “Yeah, we are…” Mike said, trailing off silently. “Well, I want to keep going guys,” I said, looking down and seeing that my cock was once again hard having made my decision for me, “You can still breed my hole if you want. I’m game if you are…” "Uh… Babe… he’s rock hard again…” Mike said, nudging Greg and gesturing at my now hard cock standing at full mast. “Huh that’s… surprising. I mean, if your sure?” Greg said, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “I’ve got time to make up my mind, don’t I,” I said, licking my lips as I looked at Greg’s still hard cock, before looking at both of them with a mischievous grin, “And we do have a bit of a business arrangement here, don’t we? I aim for 100% satisfaction with my customers.” “Holy shit,” Mike laughed, reaching down and pinching one of my nipples, “Babe, we seriously hit the fucking jackpot with this perverted pig.” Letting out a surprised laugh, Greg walked up to my ass, sticking a finger in it and feeling the load inside it. “Last chance man,” he said, smiling as he put his cigar in his mouth in the corner of his jaw, “No going back after I get in there.” “Fucking breed my neg jock ass with your poz smoker load,” I said, grinning as I began to play with my cock. Saying it out loud made me feel dirty in the best way. With one solid push, Greg was suddenly balls deep inside me. “Oh fuck yeah, you weren’t lying Mike,” Greg moaned, his head tipping back with his eyes closed in sheer bliss, “This is some fucking prime jock pussy.” I groaned, feeling as Greg immediately began to fuck my ass hard, feeling as Greg’s bigger balls slapped hard against my ass with each hard slam, his longer and thinner cock gliding easily in my cum filled guts. Turning my head, I grabbed Mike’s cock in my hand before shoving it in my mouth. “Oh shit…” Mike groaned around his cigar, puffing out a huge cloud of thick smoke as he took his hand and held the back of my head, “Yeah, boy. Taste your hole on my dick….” I sat there, hungrily sucking on Mike’s dick, tasting my ass juices and his cum on it, as Greg plowed my ass as hard as he could. The room was now filled with a moderate haze of cigar smoke as each man fucked one of my holes. Eventually, Mike pulled me off his dick and pulling his cigar out of his mouth, spit yet again in my face. “Fucking like that, don’t you,” Mike asked, slowly stroking his cock in front of my face. I nodded in silence, catching my breath after the hard throat fucking he gave me. Immediately, felt a hard sharp smack on my ass from Greg. “He fucking asked you a question, pig,” Greg growled, as he went back to fucking my ass as hard as he could. “Yes sir,” I groaned, feeling my ass stinging against after the earlier beating, “Thank you sir.” Grabbing my mouth, Mike forced it open as he pulled my head back by my hair. “Open up bitch,” he said, leaning in and bringing his face a bit closer to mine, “Open that sexy fucking mouth.” I held my mouth open as Mike spit in my mouth, before forcing my mouth shut. “Fucking take that spit,” he growled, lightly smacking the side of my face, his other hand still tightly grabbing me by the hair, “You fucking take every bit of Daddy’s fluids.” “Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, before quickly swallowing his gifted spit. “Fuck yeah, might have to get him to take some other fluids next time,” Greg moaned, his movements also now getting a tiny bit less fluid, “You want us to make you into the perfect little sex slave?” “Fuck yes, sir,” I moaned, not really getting what he meant, but loving every second of his verbal assault. “Yeah, gonna get you addicted to smoking, and let us shape you into the perfect sex pig,” he continued, his movements getting even jerkier, “You want us to help turn you into our perfect fucking boy?” “Oh shit, fuck… yes,” I groaned as Mike started pinching one of my nipples while roughly jacking me off. “Yeah, bring several friends over to sample this perfect hole,” he growled, taking hard, long strokes as he talked, “Maybe give you some piercings and a few tatts, have you grow that hair and beard out. You’d look so fucking hot smoking with a beard while we pull a train on you…” I sat there for a second, imaging exactly that, liking the idea of it. I imagined myself with facial hair on my normally smooth face, hair longer and slicked back under a baseball cap, a cigar in my mouth as a line of faceless men lined up waiting to fuck me. The idea made my hole tighten up. “Fuck, I’m gonna fucking nut,” he groaned, picking up his pace suddenly, “Tell me where you want this poz load, bitch.” “Oh fuck, please breed me, give me your poz load in my ass. Please fill me up and give it to me,” I moaned, feeling as my own load threatened to shoot out. Suddenly, I felt Mike tightly grip the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them tightly and stopping my impending climax in its tracks. “No more coming until we tell you, boy,” Mike sneered, evilly chuckling as I let out a confused whimper. “Here it comes, slut,” Greg yelled, as his cock finally began to squirt inside me, spewing its own venom to the load already inside me, “Take. My. Fucking. Bug. Cum.” Mike suddenly pulled his cigar out of his mouth and put it in mine, before leaning over me and taking Greg’s cigar out of his mouth, taking a long pull on it before locking lips with him. Greg’s dick jerked occasionally for several minutes inside my ass as the two made out, only breaking apart for Mike to take a quick pull on the cigar before locking lips again. I absent mindedly puffed on Mike’s cigar in my mouth as I watched, turned on at the sight in front of me. Finally, Mike broke away, walking over to his clothes before pulling out his cellphone from his pants. “Stay in him for a second, babe,” Mike said, before walking over to the wall and grabbing a large, shiny black butt plug. Walking back over, he turned on the camera on his phone, and waited as Greg pulled his dick out. Suddenly, Mike snapped a picture of me, the light of the flash blinding me momentarily. “Fuck yeah, thats a hot look,” he said as I felt their cum slowly start to drip out of my hole. Walking up the rest of the way up, he shoved the plug into my ass, causing me to wince slightly as it popped into place. He took one more picture before finally taking the cigar out of my mouth, and both of them helped me out of the sling. It took a few minutes as I slowly got my bearings, grabbing onto one of the chains to steady myself. “So, what did you think?” Mike asked, bending down and grabbing my clothes and handing them to me. “Huh?” I said, in a slight daze. “He want’s to know if you enjoyed everything,” Greg added, also reaching down and grabbing his pants. “Oh, yeah,” I said smiling, “Everything was fucking hot.” “Do like the idea of what Greg said there? You want to go all in? Let us teach you a few things this summer?” Mike asked, puling on his pants and shirt. I stood there for a second before nodding. “Yeah, if its as hot as what just happened, I’m all in,” I said, taking a step awkwardly, as I felt the plug in my ass shift slightly. “What do you say to at least once a week coming over to play?” Greg asked, grabbing the poppers and moving them to the fridge. “We can try something new with you each week. We’ll pay to get you a piercing and a tattoo or two. If you want, we can also have you come over to Mike’s birthday in August. Make you the center of a gang bang? We’d still pay you, but like we said, in exchange, you can’t say no.” The idea of it immediately made me hard, that with the feeling of butt plug pressing occasionally against my prostate as I took a few steps. “I mean, yeah. I really do want to try it. And I do have to admit, the money is great,” I said, slightly uncomfortable as I walked over to them. “Good, since we’re being such a good client, we want you to make us your exclusive employer,” Mike said. I felt bad for a second, knowing that it would suck since I liked some of my older clients. However, I knew of a few former classmate who would jump at the opportunity for some good cash. I nodded as he continued. “Also, we need some sort of commitment from you,” he said, before grinning at me, “Its’ looking like it’s time for your first test on becoming a cumdump.” I looked at him quizzically, curious what he meant after everything we had just done. “Oh, I like where your mind is going babe,” Greg said, smiling at me as he crossed his arms over his chest. Confused, I looked at both of them expectantly. ——— Feeling my load coating my chest and stomach, I slowly scooped it up with a finger, sucking it clean on each swipe. The feeling of the plug in my ass still hadn’t abated, rubbing over my well abused prostate. “You are gonna prove how committed you are to this and to us,” Mike had said, as the both of them grinned at each other. “You’re going to leave that plug up your ass all night and keep those loads deep inside you,” Greg added, “You’ll come over tomorrow morning at 8am sharp. If that plug isn’t in your ass, or if the remains of our loads aren’t still in there, we’ll end everything. We will still pay you for tonight’s fun, but thats it. We worked hard to give you those loads, and we don’t want them going to waste.” I had agreed to it in a heartbeat, but now, after several hours of not being able to sleep, I was beginning to regret my sudden acceptance of the rules. The sensation of the loads in my ass swirling around the plug as it rubbed my prostate constantly was driving me insane. I let out a huff, annoyed as I felt myself start to get hard again, now starting to get truly painful as I could only come some many times before it became literally achingly uncomfortable. Rolling partially onto my stomach, I struggled to find a comfortable spot and hoped I would get some sleep soon.

I love to shoot 8" deep and then just hold.

As soon as we get the more pressing issues resolved (guns, dead kids, cretins in Congress / States), I think standardizing English is a splendid idea !!! Ya, youse rite as rain 😉

Chapter 6 The guy at the door threw his towel over his shoulder and was stroking his hard very thick looking cock. His friend did the same only his cock was longer but not as thick. They were both watching me and my dad in bed. This was what dad was talking about when he said sometimes other guys watched him mess around I guess. I was surprised that I didnt get freaked out enough to stop. The two guys at the door were actually making this hotter and they seemed to like that we were actual father and son. Dad focused his attention on my hole no longer teasing it, just pushing his tongue inside it and making me moan uncontrollably. I realize he probably did that not just for me but for the two guys watching too. And for confirmation, he said above a whisper this time, "You like the feeling of your dad pushing his tongue deep into your virgin hole son?" "Virgin? Oh fuck. Your sons a virgin?" Hot guy at the door was looking behind me at dad. Dad didnt say anything but the guy smiled at him like he did get an answer. "Nasty dad taking his son to the bathouse to take his cherry. Beautful." I guess we could have explained that his assumption was wrong and the real story was much more complicated, but I was too busy moaning as dad went back to my hole. My hole was so wet now with dads spit that I could hear him slurping as he continued to lick and probe it. Hot guy got bold and took a step inside the room. Dad must have noticed. "Whats your name bud?" He asked. "Grant." "Good to meet you Grant. I'm Paul and this is my son Cooper." "You guys are fucking hot." I looked up at him and saw that he was looking behind me again at dad. "You think I could..." I didnt know what he was talking about but Dad must have responded nonverbally in a way that made him smile again. Grant stepped towards me and pointed his thick cock to my face. I understood. "You think you could taste my cock while your dad eats you out?" Like dad I didnt answer with words. I wanted to feel that thickness filling my mouth. I licked the tip of his cock glistening with precum and as he moved a little closer I pulled the head of his cock and about an inch more into my mouth immediately making him groan. The cock was massive. I could feel my mouth stretching around his girth. I struggled to take more of his cock as I realized from the further stretching that his cock only got thicker the further down I went. Grant didnt force matters though. He was gentle with me not pushing just accepting what I could give him. "So fucking hot. Your son is sucking my cock Paul. You like seeing your son suck another mans cock?" "Hell yeah. As long as I still get to enjoy this ass that I made." This just kept getting more twisted. Dad kept pushing with his words and it made all of us hornier. But I also felt a finger beginning to push at my hole. It felt different from the tongue, not as soft and definitely thicker. With a little more teasing I felt the tip of his finger suddenly break through and enter me as his tongue had. It caused me to choke a little on Grants cock because I gasped at the feeling that was so new that I didnt know what to do. I felt the bed shift and dad was up by my ear, his finger slowly pushing its way deeper into me. "Just relax son. It will make this easier. Ill go really slow but I lubed your hole up with my tongue and spit that it wont be long before the discomfort goes away. Ok? Keep breathing son." He wasnt whispering like he had when the door was closed. This was for us but it was also for the two other guys. I felt dads weight shifting the bed again as he moved back to focus on my hole. "Oh shit you guys been partying?" I didnt know what Grant meant but I looked up and saw that he was focusing on the pipe that was still on the table in the bowl of condoms and lube. I started to get worried given what dad had said about it being illegal and not welcome at this place. But dads response said something completely different. "Yeah. Introducing my son to a lot tonight." "And you and your son dont get T-dick by the looks of it." It was like they were speaking a totally different language. I may not have known what they were talking about but I figured from their conversation that we were safe. "We're just lucky I suppose." As he said that I felt his hand around my cock again giving it a squeeze before letting it go. I moaned onto Grants cock. "Do you want a hit?" I looked back up to see his reaction to dads question, his thick cock still throbbing in my mouth. "No I dont want to get you in trouble. Might be too much noise with that torch." Grant was right. Whenever dad had lit the lighter it did echo in the room. Now that the door was open anyone might hear it. "Got some stuff in my room anyway. You know what you could do..." He didnt finish his thought out loud but dad did seem to respond. I felt him slowly pull his finger out of my hole and then I could hear him move off the bed and pull his bag out from under it. He dug around and I could hear him take something out and put his bag back under the bed. I was curious and trying to hear and make out what dad was doing but the cock in my mouth was stealing my attention away from it. I did want to make this man feel good. It was a first realization that one of the things I would enjoy about sex is seeing how much pleasure my body gives other men. Grant showed his approval of whatever dad had just done with a "Fuck yeah. Now lets get your son spun." That didnt mean anything to me. It was that other language or something that only dad and Grant understood again. Then the weight shifted in the bed and I guessed he was back by my ass angled at him. My guess was confirmed when I felt a finger slowly teasing my crack and then once again pushing into my hole. Dad pushed his finger further and deeper and the sensation was new, not yet really pleasurable but not really hurting either. I did notice that as I concentrated on the feeling of dads finger I was sucking Grants cock harder somehow.. I was aware that I was tasting this mans cock but also his pre cum as I felt it gathering on my tongue, mixing with my own spit, and swallowing it down. But the feeling that was not pleasurable and not hurting was suddenly burning and the surprise of it and the intensity of it had me pull off of Grants thick cock. "Ah dad it burns or something." "Just keep breathing son. Maybe take a minute to just breathe through it. Here, get back down on your back here." I turned my body around facing dad now and he shifted himself to being on his side against the wall laying in the bed. He was giving me a lot of space to join him and I did. I put my head back on the pillow and dad and I lay next to each other. He being on his side was at an angle of looking down to me while I looked up at him as I lay in the bed on my back. Grant took a step away from the bed and when I turned to look, he was stroking his cock watching us. I noticed that the head and a little more shined in the weird lighting with my spit and seeing and thinking that made my cock throb. His friend was still in the doorway naked and stroking. "Fuck this is so hot. Dad and his virgin son huh? My lucky day." The burning meanwhile was still very much bothering me. Dad could probably tell I was in some degree of discomfort because he used his left hand to caress my chest and then work his way down "Try to relax and breathe deep. This feeling will pass soon." Dads hand continued to explore my body. I was trying to understand how it could still be burning even though dads finger wasnt inside me. That had been what triggered the feeling so shouldnt pulling the finger out kill it? "You ok son?" I looked up into dads eyes. "Yeah, it still burns but I think it might not be getting worse anymore. That cant be normal." "Give it a little time. You'll be ok. I actually think youll be really ok once the burning goes away." I nodded even though I didnt know what he meant and then he bent down and kissed me, first just on the lips and then after a second pressed his mouth to mine and pushed his tongue into mine as we made out again. This time with an audience. "Aw fuck yeah thats so hot. Cant believe how much they look alike." This was a new voice and I realized it must have been Grants friend who had been silently stroking his long cock and watching us the whole time. But hearing that dad and I didnt stop. Instead we kept going and got into it even more. He got back on top of me and like before I wrapped my arms and legs around him. "Fuuuuck" I heard the man say. As we lost ourselves in our passion for each other I did get to a point where I realized that like dad said the burning did go away. But it didnt go back to feeling the way it did before. Its like the burning that was uncomfortable and even a little painful became a burning need. My body was responding in a way that was new somehow but it felt a little like squirming as dad was on top of me like I needed even more than this intense scene with dad. He noticed and pulled out of my mouth. As he did I noticed my focus was a little shifty and thats when I realized that there were now three guys watching. Grant, his friend who was still in the doorway, and now a third guy I recognized. The guy we saw fucking someone in a room when we were first making our way to dads room. He was in the doorway with Grants friend still wrapped in a towel and rubbing his cock through it which I could tell looked only half hard but big. "Youre feeling it arent you son?" Dad said again loud enough for everyone to hear. I looked over at the new guy to see if he heard. He was still just quiet and watching. "I dont know. What is it? It feels good and a little weird I guess." I knew I was feeling hornier but figured maybe it was because of what was happening in the room not what was happening in my body. Dad lifted himself off me and sat up between my legs. Without breaking eye contact his finger found my hole again and without meeting any resistance, he pushed into me again and I gasped. There was no pain this time. What I felt was like what you feel when you scratch an itch. Satisfaction. And my moan made that pretty clear to everyone in the room. "The mans son is a virgin" Grant said. He was looking at the third guy. "I think we are going to witness something very hot." I heard the third guy almost softly and hesitantly say, "Son? Like real son?" Dad turned to look at the men as his finger continued to slowly push into me. I saw that same look of recognition when Grant first saw dads face come across the new guys face. The sensation inside me was amazing. "Yes he is" dad said. "My son came here tonight to lose his virginity and Im going to help him with that." It may sound stupid and naive, but it only hit me at that moment that I was about to get fucked but not just fucked but fucked by my own dad. The man that made me. And in my state of being high and hornier than I had ever been it actually turned me on more. And then I felt dad hook his finger slightly as it pushed just a little deeper. "Daaaaad" I practically screamed and moaned. That drew groans from the men. My body bucked up my back arched and I was seeing stars. Dads finger had hit a spot that made my whole body get lost in a pleasure I didnt know existed. He was massaging the spot and I dont know what I must have looked like as I lost all control with my entire being given over to dad. "Yeah dad oh god yeah that feels so....fuck dad!" My eyes shot back open as I felt a second finger begin to stretch open my hole. I looked up at him and the lust on his face was almost transforming the way he looked entirely. It even seemed almost...predatory. I wasnt afraid by it though. Its hard to explain but because it was dad I still felt safe. I also noticed that my cock was still hard and leaking a non stop flow of precum. My abs were all wet from mine and dads. "You want a little more from the pipe son?" I thought about what Grant had said about the noise and looked over at the door. What if the new guy was going to get us in trouble? "Is it ok dad?" He turned around to look at the other men and must have given them a look that I didnt see because Grant responded by moving closer to the bed and the other two men stepped into the room. The new guy a little awkwardly because of the size of the space closed the door. After doing so he pulled off his towel and revealed a cock that was thick like Grants and long like Grants friend and dads. He started stroking it in earnest. Suddenly I became aware that I was laying in the bed on my back with four older big dicked men inside this very small room looking down at me and I had never been hornier in my life. "Lets get you a little bit higher now son."

Chris, part 2 In the morning, Chris and his roommate went to the gym. Matt slept in. Chris came back and got in bed with Matt. Chris’ hard cock against his ass woke Matt. Matt pushed his ass back. Chris said, “You’re a hot slut.” Chris then pushed his bare cock into Matt again. “Guess we didn’t need condoms huh?” said Chris. Matt said, “I guess not.” Chris fucked Matt for a few minutes on his side. Then Chris got Matt up doggie style and really started fucking him hard. Chris said, “I’m not the first guy to fuck you bare am I?” As he asked the question, Chris jammed his cock against Matt’s prostate. Matt moaned, bit his lip and said, “No. Other guys have fucked me bare too.” Chris said, “I’m going to cum in your ass. Other guys have cum in you right?” Matt pushes his ass back on Chris and said, “Every guy.” Chris fucks Matt harder, groans loudly and says, “Take my cum slut!” Matt and Chris showered. Chris was less romantic with Matt now, but still flirtatious. Matt felt some distance, but decided it was Chris’ natural shy disposition. The third roommate came home in the afternoon. He was indeed chubby and definitely not as attractive as the other two roommates. He was boasting of a sex party he was at last night and saying how many guys he fucked and fucked him. The chubby roommate barely noticed Matt at first. When he did, he came over and stared at him and said, “You’re a sexy twink. I’d’ve fucked you all night.” Chris said, “Hands off. Matt is mine.” Chris’ comment made Matt feel good. Now all three roommates were having breakfast. A phone rang but the boys decided to let the answering machine pick it up. As the answering machine kicks on, it’s one of the guys who the chubby roommate knows from school. Last night's party graduated to his apartment complex, which has a pool and they are going to bbq in the afternoon. Chris, his roommates, and Matt decide that is a fun way to spend Saturday afternoon. As the guys hang out, there is discussion of what to wear, Matt does not have a swimsuit, it’s still cool out why swim, etc. The tall, curly haired sexy roommate is named Todd. He is going to wear a “trash outfit” because he says all these guys are trashy – loose shorts made of old sweatpants, a speedo underneath, and a tight tank top and old running shoes. The chubby roommate is Jared. Jared is wearing a loud patterned shirt and purple shorts and purple shoes (no swimming). Chris is going to wear board style swim trunks, a tank top, and a button up shirt open. Matt doesn’t really have much to wear. Jared and Chris swimsuits do not fit Matt. Todd’s swim trunks barely stay on, but they also make Matt look like he is wearing his older brother’s clothes. It’s funny. Matt eventually decides on running shorts, a tank top, and purple briefs with white trim. The briefs will be fine if Matt decides to swim. Outfits decided, they all go to the store for alcohol and food. At the store, Todd also buys condoms and a travel lube. Chris leans in to Matt and says, “Guess we won’t be buying condoms. Get some lube though.” Matt blushes. Jared notices at check out and says to Matt, “Gave it up bare on the first date huh?” Matt blushes and says, “It just slipped in.” Jared smiles and says, “It happens. Once you take a guy’s load, no need to wrap it after that. Damage is already done right?” Matt agrees. When the guys get to the party, it is at another student apartment complex – nicer than Chris’ complex though. The party is taking place in two ground units next to each other, facing the pool. There are about 25 guests, a couple women, mostly men. The host greets them. The host says that some of Jared’s friends are in another unit upstairs resting from last night’s events. They will be down whenever. The host asks Matt’s name while ogling him. Host says, “You’re going to be popular today. New meat!” The guys laugh. Chris says, “He’s mine.” Matt kisses Chris on the cheek. A few hours later, Chris and Matt are pretty drunk and in the pool. Jared is hanging with his friends. Todd is talking to a pretty rough dude. The guy Todd is talking to has his hands all over Todd’s body. Chris and Matt are watching from the pool. Chris says, “Looks like Todd is going to get fucked.” Matt reaches for Chris’ cock and feels how hard it is. Matt says, “Looks like he isn’t the only one.” Chris says, “You are a hot slut. Let’s go find someplace more private.” Matt and Chris kiss for a minute in the pool, get out and go to one of the apartments. As they enter the one apartment, they see it is too busy. They get more drinks and then Chris goes to ask Jared if the other apartment upstairs is available. Apparently, Chris and Todd had the same idea because now, Jared, Chris, Matt, Todd and Todd’s new friend are making their way upstairs. Jared goes in, checks things out. Comes out and says, the living room is free; but the bedrooms are occupied. Jared then says, “Can I watch?” Chris pushes Jared out but Todd’s new friend says, “Let him stay.” Chris looks at Matt, who is only wearing his purple briefs with white trim, and Matt shrugs. Matt and Chris kiss. Todd and his man kiss. The foreplay is on. Matt’s briefs are the first on the floor. Todd’s speedo is off. Both Todd and Matt are giving their tops head. Chris drops his board shorts. Todd’s friend shorts and boxers hit the floor. The couples are naked now. Chris bends Matt over the edge of the couch and starts eating Matt’s ass. Todd’s friend asks if Todd cleaned out. Todd says yes and then is roughly bent over the couch facing Matt as Todd eats his ass. Matt and Todd make out as the guys eat their asses. Todd’s guy gets up, slaps his cock on Todd’s hole and says, “I gotta fuck this ass.” Todd asks Jared if he will grab the condoms and lube from downstairs. Jared obliges. His cock tenting his shorts. Matt sees how big Jared’s cock must be. Todd sees Matt’s face. Todd says, “Don’t think about it. He is a slut. Every bottom in town has given it up to Jared. Chris will never touch you again.” Chris is eating Matt’s hole so good. Matt is moaning. Jared comes back with two of his friends. He gives Todd the condoms and lube. They stay to watch. Todd’s friend bags up his cock, lubes it up and starts fucking Todd. Todd is grimacing from the pain. Matt kisses him and feels Todd’s body to make him feel good as he adjusts to his top’s cock. Chris grabs some lube from his board shorts, lubes his cock, and goes to enter Matt. One of Jared’s friends says, “Hey, where’s your condom?” Matt feels Chris’s cock pushing on his hole. The same voice says, “Do you want a condom on?” Matt says, “Fucking put it in.” To a chorus of, “Oh shit!” and “Fuck yeah!” Matt says, “That’s how I like it.” Chris says, “Fuck yeah you do. Let me fuck you raw first time we fucked didn’t you Matt?” Matt says, “Yes.” Todd is getting fucked hard now. His top is clearly turned on watching Matt get fucked bareback. Matt is kissing Todd again. Chris is fucking him hard and fast. Loving the fuck, Chris is not going to last too long. Matt can feel Chris is excited. Chris pulls out of Matt. Chris says, “I got way to close to cumming.” Todd asks, “Can I fuck you?” Matt says, “Yes.” Chris says, “With a condom though.” Todd’s new guy is a bit disappointed. He pulls out of Matt and takes off his condoms. One of Jared’s friends is on his knees sucking the guy’s dick. Todd bags his cock and tells Matt to ride it. Matt gets on Todd’s cock and it slides in easily. Matt rides the condom-covered cock in his ass. It feels wrong. Matt is working his ass hard but it just doesn’t feel right. Matt hates it when guys wear condoms to fuck him now. He knows he should use them with guys he doesn’t know, but this just isn’t comfortable. Chris and the guy who was fucking Todd are chatting. Todd’s guy is getting head from one of Jared’s friends, but he is fingering Chris’s ass and whispering in Chris ear. Chris moans from the finger in his ass. Todd’s guy kisses Chris. Matt is watching the hot scene in front of him as he rides Todd’s cock for about 5 minutes before he hears Chris say, “Matt, get on your knees.” Matt gets off Todd’s condom covered cock. Chris says, “Bend over. Ready for more raw cock?” Matt says, “Yeah.” Matt wipes his sweaty forehead and Chris says, “Say it again.” Matt arches his back, sticks out his ass and says, “I want some more raw cock.” Todd’s top steps behind Matt and pushes his long, bare cock into Matt’s ass. Matt looks back and sees Todd’s top is fucking him. He looks at Chris. Chris says, “Fuck you are of hot slut.” Todd rips off his condom, gets in front of Matt and Matt starts giving Todd a blowjob. Matt is stuffed at both ends as 4 guys watch him get fucked. Todd’s guy says, “Feels better raw doesn’t it slut?” Matt moans affirmatively around Todd’s cock. Matt feels the hands on him from Chris, Todd, Todd’s top, and hears guys saying, “oh yeah” “that is so hot” “fuck this little bitch” “slut is taking it raw”. Matt is moaning. Chris says, “what a fuckin slut. First night we chatted online, he was naked. Matt is on display now. Sweating as he is getting fucked at both ends now. Loving getting it at both ends. Chris says, “My turn again.” Todd’s top pulls out of Matt’s ass, tells Todd to bend over the couch, Chris says, “get a condom for Todd’s ass.” Todd is bend over on the couch next to Matt, both their arms leaning on the back of the couch, asses presented to the room, hard cocks on display. Matt hears, “The twink is a hot pig bottom. Look at his ass wink knowing he is getting more raw cock.” Chris says, "Ready for more raw cock Matt?” as he slides his raw cock back in Matt’s hole. Matt looks at Todd as his top’s cock is covered in a condom again. Matt wonders how that condom covered cock can feel good in Todd’s ass. One of the guys says, “Safety first. Safe fucking dick in your ass.” Todd’s face is red as the top pushes inside him. Todd kisses Matt. Matt can feel Todd is struggling to take the long cock in him. Matt whispers to Todd, “Do you want to take it raw? It felt good in me raw. No struggle.” Todd doesn’t answer Matt. He kisses Matt. A few minutes later, Matt is now sucking another guys’ cock and getting fucked raw by Chris when he hears Todd say, “I want to take it raw.” Todd’s top says, “You what?” Todd says, “I want to fucking take it raw.” Todd’s top says, “Are you sure?” Todd says, “Yeah, I want to fucking take raw cock.” Todd’s top high fives Chris, pulls out his cock. Todd says, “Get that condom off.” “Alright” says Todd’s top as he pushes back in. “Feel that raw cock in you Todd?” asks Chris. Todd says, “Yeah. Feels good.” Todd’s top says, “Feels so much better right?” Todd says, “Fuck yeah. Feels so good.” There is a lot of moaning and the tops are kissing now. Chris says, “Fuck this is so hot. I’m going to cum in this slut.” Matt says, “Do it. Cum inside me.” Todd's top says, “Look at Matt take that load Todd.” Chris groans loudly as he grabs Matt’s hips and cums deep in Matt’s ass. Matt is moaning, “Yeah, give it to me.” Chris pulls out of Matt and sits on the couch next to him. Chris and Matt kiss. The guy Matt was sucking comes behind Matt and says, “Tell me what you want.” Matt says, “Fuck me raw and cum in my ass.” The new top, one of Jared’s friends, slides in Matt’s wet ass. He fucks Matt for a few minutes. Matt is making out with Chris as he is getting fucked bare by a guy he doesn’t even know. Matt is rock hard. Matt hears Todd’s top say, “I’m going to cum bitch. Do you want my load?” Todd says yes. Matt turns his head to watch Todd take his first raw load. As Todd’s top cums inside him, the guy fucking Matt says, “I can’t hold back.” Matt feels the top cum inside him. The guy pulls out. Matt and Todd and Todd’s top all collapse on the couch. They are a sweaty mess. Everyone is really turned on. Jared’s other friend sucks Todd off. Chris has Matt sit in his lap and ride another load out of him. Chris cums in Matt’s ass again. Todd has taken his first load. Matt has three loads in his ass from 2 different guys. Everyone finds their swim trunks and heads out. They get in the pool to cool off. After 30 minutes or so, Todd and his top leave the party. Chris and Matt leave too; exhausted. Jared rides with them. Back at the apartment, Matt and Chris collapse together in Chris’s bed.

Peter and I sat there staring at one another in silence as we waited for the next man to come and dump his poz load into my hole. I reached between my legs and felt my hole. It was wet and leaking cum. I stuck my finger into my hole, scratching the inside of my hole. I winched in the little pain I was causing myself. “What are you doing” Peter asked. “Ensuring that the virus has an entrance point and infecting me” Peter smiled and stood. His cock was rock hard and dropping pre-cum. He moved to the window and pulled the curtains open to peek out. I continued to finger my hole, really working my fingernail into my flesh. Each time I pulled it out it was getting more and more coated with drops of blood mixed with the cum in hole. Peter jumped when there was a knock at the door. I just continued to abuse my hole. I'm sure I was a sight. Sitting in a chair with my legs up fingering my hole. I looked up to see a cop at the door. Fuck! “Been reports of forced sex acts coming inside this room” the cop said. “Not really forced, Officer,” Peter stuttered out, “just some roleplaying” “What's he doing over there,” “I'm fingering my hole, Officer,” I said pulling my finger out and sucking it clean. “Why is that” “Getting it ready for the next cock to shoot a poz load deep into my hole” “You’re a willing participant in getting infected” “Yes,” I said to him. “We are waiting for a guy to show up and fuck him” Peter said. “Unless you want to fuck me with your big gun, Officer” I added. The officer stood there looking. He cocked his head and said: “Are you trying to solicit an officer of the law?” “No, Sir nothing like that” Peter said. “Yes I am,” I said, “I want that cock of yours up my hole” “Shut up before we get in some real trouble” Peter said. I stood up and walked over to the officer. He stepped a little closer to door, so he was part way in and part out. Bravely and confidently, I reached out and grabbed his crotch. I could feel his hard cock in his pants. I looked over to Peter, his eyes were wide open. “Take it out and suck it” the officer ordered me. I dropped to my knees and unzipped his black uniform pants. I squeezed my hand inside and wrestled with his cock and balls, pulling them out through the zipper. His cock was about six inches and as thick as a beer can. His balls were big and already pulled up to his body. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked the head of his cock. I could taste the sweat that had dried on his cock. I wrapped my lips around his head and slowly slid my lips down his shaft. I swallowed the whole cock and only stopped when I had my face pressed into his uniform pants. He put his big hand on the back of my head and pressed me into his crotch. His hips pumped into my face as he did. His balls were pressed tightly against my chin. He released and I coughed a little. I pulled my lips back slowly until they met the ridge of his cock head, then I slide back down on his cock. It must have been a sight to the people passing by, a cop in a door way getting a wet blow job from a cum dump. Peter was slowly stroking his cock watching me suck the cops cock. “Get up his ass, you dumb fuck” the cop said to Peter. Peter jumped, moved quickly behind me, dropping to his knees. He lined up his hard cock with my hole and pushed in. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my hole. His thrusts in were pushing me further on the cop’s cock. Peter was slowly fucking my hole, just thrusting into me hard. “Oh fuck, let me show you how to use that fuck hole” The cop pulled out of my mouth, pushing me into the room. Peter fell back and his cock popped out of my hole. We quickly moved into the room and closed the door. I got up and moved to the bed, laying down on my back, lifting my legs in the air. “Look at that sloppy fuck hole,” the cop said. He lined up his cock and rammed it in my hole. I could feel my hole stretching around his cock. He didn't wait, he started to pump in and out of my hole. I could feel cum leaking out. His big balls were being smashed between us. His belt was hitting my ball sac. My cock was hard laying on my stomach. Peter was standing beside the bed, his cock just hanging out hard. He had a look of surprise and wonder on his face. I don't think this fucking was real, I did seem like something out of a dream. The cop had grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wide and thrusting his cock in my hole. I could see sweat bearing up on his forehead. His tongue licked his lips over and over. His cock was rock hard in my hole, signaling he wasn't going to last much longer. He slammed his cock deep in me and shot his load. His cock pulsed out a thick load of cum deep inside me. Once done he pulled out, then went into the bathroom. I could hear running water and knew he was cleaning up. When he came out his cock was back in his pants and zipped up. “Damn Officer, that was fucking hot” I said “That service ain't free,” he said sternly. “What” Peter said? “It's a C-note for the fuck and another twenty for the cleaning of my pants” “That's extortion” Peter said. “These are the other option” he said pulling out his cuffs. “Don't be an asshole, Peter. Pay the man” I said even though I'm sure I could get fucked in jail. Peter got his wallet and paid the officer, almost still unwilling to part with the money. “I will spread the word about that hole” he said turning and leaving. Not seconds after he left there was another knock on the door. The next fuck was arriving, late but at least he showed.

It’s January 1, 2015, and tonight, for the third year in a row, I had a man’s arm inserted elbow deep into my tweaked out hole as the New Year dawned. It’s just a little tradition I have . It started on December 31, 2012. I was in Chicago getting thoroughly fucked by Verne, a 60-ish pervy top Daddy, at his place in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood. Earlier that night, a guy I was planning to meet cancelled on me, and I thought I’d be snuggling with Mr. Dildo all night. But, happily, there is this thing called the internet. I chatted on asspig with this hot 60-ish Daddy and he sent me his phone number. I called and he invited me over to pnp and be his fist bottom for the night. Sure! I said, and I think I was on the way to his place before I hung up the phone. It was a good thing his place happened to be less than a half mile from my hotel. I arrived at his place at 10 PM. His place was well kept as he was. We went to the bedroom, where he had points ready; we did them, and then he started fucking me - and pretty well too. He took only about 15 minutes to nut, but once he did, he pulled his cock out of me and without skipping a beat, just started fisting me. I was pleasantly surprised at his expertise and totally into this daddy stud now, so I settled in for a good long hard fisting...fucking awesome! Well, he was still in my hole when New Year struck - I really wasn’t paying attention, but he noticed and really thought it was hot. He used it for dirty talk as we kept fisting into the morning - since he got off on it so much, naturally I did too. Now to December 31, 2013. I was in working in DC for a month and since it was New Year’s Eve and I did not have to work the next day, I was really looking to have a good time that evening. I didn’t know anyone in town to call or where to shop for supplies. I was super horny since I remembered the past New Year’s and was determined to do it again. I decided to take a chance and hit up a couple guys on bbrts about partying - careful to say I buy my own dinner. I struck paydirt with Brett, a cute blonde vers guy my age in Arlington; he invited me to come over, so off I went. At 9 PM when I arrived, Brett met me at the door (naked) and waved me into the house. Two other guys (also naked) were sitting on the couch and they smiled and waved as I entered the room. I made a joke about being overdressed, and started getting naked. Brett introduced me to them as Mike and Glen, and then began to prepare some rigs. Mike and Glen looked like they had been partying some already. Brett looked really hot walking around with his veiny thick 7 inch hard-on bobbing to and fro. I thought, this is gong to be a good night. When the rig was ready Brett handed it to me saying I could use the bathroom if I wanted. I said I’d like to mount him and bottom out on his hard cock and then do my slam with his cock in me. He grinned evilly, saying, fuck yeah, let’s do it. Brett laid on his back on the floor and I straddled him, taking all of his cock into my ass in one thrust. He smirked at me, looking pleased with himself. I put the rig to my arm and they all said it was hot watching me slam while riding a cock. Then the four of us fucked and sucked each other for at least two hours until I noticed that it was 11:40 PM. I had already talked to Brett about fisting me, and he nodded eagerly as he was totally into it. He thought the whole scene of stuffing my hole as the year turned was kinda hot too, especially since it would be my second year in a row doing it. Brett set up his web cam angled toward the bed to get all the fisting action out to the world as soon as it happened. I got on the bed on all fours facing away from the camera, huffing hungrily at the poppers bottle as he slathered lube on my tweaked out hole and unceremoniously pushed his forearm half way to the elbow and held it there, twisting and flexing his hand inside of me. Mike and Glen, who were still fucking, watch Brett invade my ass. I loved it and told him so. Mike started reading the webcam site comments off the computer - most of the comments were nasty and full of name-calling - I loved that too! Brett kept his forearm inside of me for nearly two hours after the New Year came. Along the way the Mike and Glen fed me their cocks, and eventually Brett got his arm into me up to his elbow. And now to what happened tonight, December 31, 2014. It happened just a few hours ago now. I planned to do this third year in a row ever since last New Year’s, but I wasn’t sure where it would happen until last month. I was sharing my plan with a Mark, fisting buddy I know in Kansas City. He said he’d love to help me out - and I was more than willing to have him expertly fist open my hole as the New Year arrived. Mark has a husband, Brian, who just likes to have his cock sucked and watch Mark fist guys and get fisted. We started at playing about 8:30, and after preparing our points, I offered to let Mark get in the sling first. He eagerly accepted. I told Mark I was not going to slam until he had his whole hand inside of my hole; Mark agreed to that as well. He is so easy to fist; he has a big receptive hole and I would have no problem getting into him right away. But I know that he likes to draw the initial penetration out a bit, so I tease him, holding off. He finally can’t wait any more and nearly ordered me to fist him, begging, please, please, just put it in NOW! I smiled. I know what Mark’s feeling; I obeyed and shoved my left hand into his eager hole. Immediately, he hits a vein in his arm with the point and pushes. I hold still, waiting for the rush after the tourniquet makes a “snap.” I look deep into his eyes and I can see when the high is at it’s fullest. Against the background noise of his incoherent groaning punctuated by the occasional “FUUUCK,” I worked his hole open for about an hour. Then he politely offered to give up the sling to me. He is such a sweet guy! I gave him a couple of slow “all-the-way-in-and-out” strokes to express my thanks. As I take my hand out of Mark’s hole, my own starts to tingle, knowing what’s coming next. It’s now 10:15 and I am reclining into the sling, putting my legs in the stirrups and getting my ass over the edge to give him the best possible access. He lubes up my hole by injecting a massive syringe of J-lube into it and the shoves his hand in. He smiles and tells me he loves watching me slam with his hand in me. That’s my cue to go ahead with the slam. I know it’s a pretty big dose, .4g, so I’m eager to get it in and start flying. I find the vein easily, insert the needle, and draw some blood back into the syringe before pushing its contents into my arm with one smooth motion. I hesitate before I remove the needle and look into Mark’s eyes, surrendering my hole to him with complete abandon. In response, Mark moves his fat squirming hand around in fuck hole. I pull the rig out, cap it and drop it into the bucket. Here it comes: the familiar taste, the coughs, the vibrating eyes, the full body rush and the intense burning sensation in my hole as the tina courses through my body. Mark’s arm is thick and his hands are large but he is an amazingly skilled fister. Before a half hour is up, he is elbow-deep in my hole, rocking the sling as he maintains his depth into me. The clock tells us it’s midnight as we hear it chime the New Year in. I look at Mark with a lusty grin and mouth “thank you.” He smiles and slides his arm out of my hole with a long, slow motion and then just as slowly, advancing his arm into my hole to his elbow. I can feel his bony elbow press on my opening. I greedily snort more poppers and spread my hole wider for Mark as Brian slides his cock down my throat. I realize: THIS is exactly where I need to be and I am overcome with a feeling of satisfaction at how utterly natural this all is, and I love it! Three years in a row, welcoming the New Year with a fist in my hole. And as Mark skillfully twists and thrusts his big arm in my hole, I can’t wait to make it four in a row.