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This happened in 2005, when I was still together with my long term partner. We had been drifting apart for a while, and I had started looking outside the relationship for sex and fun. I had started off playing safe, but increasingly I was fucking and being fucked without condoms and really enjoying it. I always knew, of course, that some of the guys I fucked with were likely to be positive - and if I'm honest, this was a real turn on for me. It was the not knowing that turned me on - far more than knowing that someone was negative or positive - it was the knowledge that I was going home with a load up my arse that might be a positive one! I can honestly say, however, that I had never actively chased. That is, until Nelson and Richard came to stay with us. Richard was a good friend of my partner - they had met at university and had been good friends ever since. Richard had moved to Australia for work and had met his partner, Nelson, there. They had been together for a number of years and, though I had met Richard a couple of times when he had been in the UK, i had never met Nelson. I had seen pictures of him though, and I had always thought he looked quite attractive. I had always noticed a certain reserve on the part of my partner when he was talking about Nelson, and I had the impression that he really did not like him. Richard and Nelson were spending a week with us in London as part of an extended break in Europe, and one night as we were discussing arrangements, I asked my partner why he didn't like Nelson. "It's not that I don't like him, exactly," he said "I just think he's really irresponsible." I asked him why he thought that and after a moment's silence, he told me that Richard and Nelson were both HIV positive and, whilst Richard was on meds and was always very careful, Nelson was not. Nelson rarely took his medication and, according to my partner, still fucked with other guys and did not tell them his status. He added that it was because of Nelson that Richard was positive. I wondered if Nelson had been positive when they met and had not told Richard, or if he had cheated on Richard and they both got pozzed that way, but I sensed that my partner did not want to talk about it any further so I didn't ask. Richard and Nelson arrived the following Saturday and in the evening we all went out for a meal. I got on well with them both - but, whilst Richard and my partner had many shared interests, I seemed to have more in common with Nelson. I have to admit, as well as liking him, I found him really attractive. He was very tall, dark haired and, though slim, was quite well built. I could see that he had hairy arms and I could see what looked like quite a hairy chest at the neck of his polo shirt. I also couldn't help noticing his arse, and how well it filled out his trousers. I hadn't had sex for a couple of months, and by the end of the evening I was feeling quite turned on by Nelson. I also had the feeling he was flirting with me a little, but I told myself that was probably just wishful thinking. The first thing that happened was on the Sunday afternoon. We were all going out in the evening and Nelson went for a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he was naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He grinned as he passed me in the hall, and I had a perfect view of his long, thick cock hanging in front of his balls. When he passed me, I couldn't resist turning round to look at his arse. It was quite smooth and I have to say it was one of the sexiest arses I had ever seen. As I was enjoying the view of his arse, Nelson turned round and grinned at me - he knew perfectly well I had been looking at his arse and he certainly did not seem to mind! Later that day, I had a quick wank imagining that I had taken Nelson's cock in my mouth and had then bent him over to push my tongue up my arse. I came just as I was imagining Nelson pushing his big positive cock up my arse. The following evening, we were all out for a meal and some drinks and when we got home it was quite late. Richard and my partner both said they were tired and went straight to bed. Nelson said he wanted to have a shower and headed for the bathroom. I stayed up, secretly hoping for another chance to see Nelson naked and, a short term later, I got my wish! I was sitting in the living room when Nelson came out the bathroom and a short time later he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped round him. I could see the outline of his cock through the towel, and it appeared to be at least semi hard. Nelson looked at me and I nodded. He undid the towel and let it fall to the floor and I found myself looking at one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. It was still only semi-hard, but as I took hold of it and began to wank it, it grew into one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. "Suck it," he whispered, and I bent forward and licked the tip of his cock, before taking it into my mouth and beginning to suck on it. I love sucking cock and I enjoyed every minute of sucking Nelson. The situation was made even hornier by the fact that both our partners were so close, and may not even be asleep yet. I sucked on Nelson's cock, licked his balls for a while and then moved back up to his cock. I sucked him for a bit longer, and then he turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into my face. I wasted no time in pulling his cheeks apart and exposing his hairy arsehole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began to lick it as he sighed and pushed his arse hard against my face. I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and pushed his cock into my mouth again. I could sense he was quite close now and, as I kept sucking, I suddenly remembered he was positive and I was probably about to swallow a positive load. This made me suck him all the harder, and a few minutes later he groaned quietly and I felt the head of his cock swell up and then he fired shot after shot of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop! After we had got our breath back, Nelson pulled is cock out of my mouth and bent over to pick up his towel. "Did that feel good?" he whispered. I nodded and he grinned and then said "It'll feel even better up your arse!" and disappeared out of the room. I was shocked at what I had done, but really turned on too. I knew that Richard and my partner were going out the following afternoon, and I would be in the house alone with Nelson. Would I let Nelson fuck me? Would I let him do it without a condom? Would he tell me he was positive before he fucked me? I wondered about all these things as I climbed into bed next to my sleeping partner and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the taste of Nelson's cum in my mouth. The following afternoon, Richard and my partner left to meet some friends. They were going to some high brow concert and were meeting a group of mutual friends for an early dinner first. Nelson got us both a drink and we chatted for a while. We got on well and I enjoyed his company - but I couldn't help being turned on by what we had done the previous evening. After a while, Nelson went through to the kitchen to get himself another drink. I was a bit nervous now - I knew I really wanted Nelson to fuck me but I wasn't sure I could go through with it - however, Nelson did not make any move and I was just beginning to think that maybe nothing was going to happen when he called to me to join him in the kitchen. When I entered the kitchen, I saw that Nelson was standing leaning against the kitchen table, naked from the waist down - his trousers and pants were lying on the floor and he was playing with his cock, which was now fully hard. He motioned to me to join him and I wasted no time. A few seconds later, I was down in front of him, sucking his cock like my life depended on it. I sucked him for a while, then licked his balls, then went back to his cock. After a while, I motioned to him to turn round and he did, bending over the table so that I could pull his cheeks apart and get my tongue up his hairy arse. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so horny! I licked him for a while longer and then he turned round and I sucked his cock again. Then he pulled his cock out my mouth and pulled me up. He turned me round and then pulled my trousers and pants right down. "Take them off!" he said, and soon I too was naked from the waist down. Nelson bent me over the kitchen table and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his tongue on my hole and soon he was licking me and pushing his tongue right up me. He stood up and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my arsehole. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned "Are you sure?" he asked "Yes!" I moaned again. I reflected that if he was going to tell me about his status, he would have to do it now, but he said nothing as I felt him rub some lube onto my hole and I felt the head of his cock pushing into my arse. "Oh God!" I moaned, "Fuck me!" Nelson pushed his big cock right into my arse and I felt like I was going to be split in two. He gave me a minute to get used to his cock and then, just as I was thinking I would have to tell him to take it out because it was too big, he began to fuck me. I don't think I had ever enjoyed a fuck as much as I enjoyed this one. Nelson began slowly and then his thrusts got harder and faster. He fucked me for what seemed like ages and then pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, and motioned to me to get on my back. I laid back on the table and lifted my legs. A few seconds later, he was back up my arse. He fucked me even harder this time and I loved every minute of it. I had almost forgotten about his status, but now I remembered. The fact that he was positive and I was letting him fuck me without a condom really turned me on. I was surprised to find that the fact that he had not told me his status and was obviously intending to stealth me, turned me on even more! He was getting close now and was fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked before. I knew he was about to cum in me and I realised the one thing that would turn me on even more. "Can I ask you something?" I panted as he thrust his cock hard up my arse. "What?" he said "Are you on meds?" I asked, looking straight at him. He kept thrusting hard up my arse and grinned at me. "No!" he said. "I'm not!" "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. "You're going to give me HIV, aren't you!" "Yes" he said "I am!" "Do it" I moaned "Fucking do it - give me a baby!" Just at that moment he groaned and I could actually feel his cum pumping into my arse. As he began to breed me, I took hold of my cock and, after just one or two strokes, I shot a massive load all over myself. It seemed like neither of us would ever stop cumming - but eventually Nelson pulled his cock out of my arse and collapsed on top of me. I had never behaved like this before - but it was the best fuck ever! I enjoyed the feeling of having Nelson's dirty cum in my arse for the rest of the day - and couldn't help wondering if his cum was already doing its work inside me. Later on, shortly before the others were due back, Nelson told me to pull my pants down and bend over. I did, and he fucked me again and dumped a second load up me. Nelson and I fucked every chance we got after that - always without a condom and always with me hoping he would knock me up. About a year or so later, my partner and I split up and we divided our stuff up between us. I got the kitchen table! I still have it today and I have been fucked on it and over it quite a few times since then - but none of these fucks could ever compare to that first fuck with Nelson - the fuck I knew would change my life!

I fuck and breed my little neighbor this morning and gave him 2 loads balls deep

The afternoon sun spilled through the half-drawn blinds of Arthur and Piet’s apartment, casting golden streaks across the couch where Doug lounged, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. A half-empty bottle of wine sat between them, its deep red liquid catching the light as Piet swirled his glass, grinning. “You’re terrible at this game,” Piet teased, nudging Doug’s knee with his own. “How the hell do you not know who won the ‘2010 World Cup?” Doug laughed, shaking his head as he reached for the bottle to top off his glass. “Because I was too busy studying for law school exams, you heathen.” The wine was rich, velvety, warming his chest as he took a slow sip. Arthur and Piet’s place smelled like sandalwood and something faintly sweet—maybe the incense burning on the shelf behind the TV. The air between them was easy, charged with the kind of comfortable intimacy that made Doug’s shoulders loosen, his usual self-consciousness melting away. Piet had a way of doing that, of making everything feel unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. “Mmm, so you’re telling me you’ve got a brain and that ridiculous cock?” Piet’s gaze flicked down to the growing bulge in Doug’s gray sweatpants, his smirk turning wicked. “No wonder Jay’s so obsessed with you.” Doug’s face heated, but before he could retort, the front door swung open. Arthur strode in without so much as a knock, his tie already loosened, his dark eyes locking onto the two of them with a predatory gleam. “Well, well,” he drawled, tossing his jacket onto the back of a chair. “If it isn’t my two favorite patients.” Piet chuckled, stretching his arms above his head like a cat. “Speak for yourself, doc. I’m perfectly healthy.” Arthur’s lips quirked as he toed off his shoes, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt. “Debatable.” The fabric parted, revealing the lean planes of his chest, the dusting of grey hair that trailed down into his waistband. Doug’s breath hitched as Arthur’s gaze raked over him, slow and deliberate. “Doug, on the other hand…” His voice dropped, rougher. “I’d say he’s overdue for a thorough examination.” Doug’s cock twitched, pressing against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He should’ve felt exposed—trapped between Piet’s lazy, teasing energy and Arthur’s commanding presence—but instead, his pulse thrummed with anticipation. Arthur’s shirt hit the floor, followed by his belt, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room. His slacks followed, pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them, naked except for the black boxer briefs that did little to hide the thick outline of his erection. “Fuck,” Doug breathed, his own hands twitching with the urge to touch. Arthur’s smirk was all teeth. “Exactly what I had in mind.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and stripped them off in one fluid motion, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. Piet let out a low whistle, but Doug couldn’t tear his eyes away—the way Arthur’s thighs flexed as he stalked closer, the heavy swing of his balls, the dark, hungry look in his eyes. “Bedroom. Now.” Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed Doug’s wrist and yanked him up, nearly sending his wine glass tumbling. Doug stumbled after him, his sweatpants tenting obscenely as Arthur followed, his hand already wrapped around his cock, stroking it with slow, deliberate pulls. The bedroom was warm, the sheets rumpled from earlier, the scent of sex still clinging to the air. Piet shoved Doug onto the mattress, following him down with a growl, his mouth crashing onto Doug’s in a bruising kiss. Arthur climbed onto the bed behind them, his body pressing against Doug’s back, his cock hot and heavy against the cleft of his ass. “Such a good boy,” Arthur murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. “Already so hard for us.” His fingers traced the waistband of Doug’s sweatpants, then dipped beneath, wrapping around the thick length of his cock. Doug gasped into Piet’s mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Pathetic,” Arthur teased, giving him a firm stroke. “You’re dripping.” Piet pulled back just enough to grin. “Let’s see how much he can take.” He shoved Doug’s sweatpants down his thighs, freeing his cock, and Doug whimpered as cool air hit his overheated skin. Arthur didn’t waste time—his fingers slicked with spit, pressing against Doug’s hole, teasing the ring of muscle before pushing in without warning. Doug arched, a broken sound tearing from his throat as Piet swallowed it with another kiss. “Fuck, you’re wet,” Arthur groaned, his fingers scissoring, stretching Doug open with rough, insistent movements. “Already got Piet's load in there. But you’ll take it again, won’t you? Take both of us like the greedy little slut you are.” Doug nodded frantically, his cock aching, pre-cum beading at the tip. Piet broke the kiss, his breath hot against Doug’s jaw. “Say it.” “I—I’ll take it,” Doug gasped. “Please, fuck, I need—” Arthur didn’t let him finish. He lined his cock up, the broad head pressing insistently against Doug’s entrance, and then he was pushing in, slow and relentless, filling him inch by inch. Doug’s nails dug into Piet’s shoulders as Piet fed him poppers, his body stretching around the intrusion, the burn edging into pleasure as Arthur bottomed out with a sharp thrust. “Fuck,” Arthur hissed, his hips rolling in a deep, grinding motion. “You feel good.” Piet didn’t wait. He shifted, straddling Doug’s chest, his cock bobbing in front of Doug’s face. “Open up,” he ordered, tangling his fingers in Doug’s hair. Doug obeyed without hesitation, his lips parting as Piet fed his cock between them, the salty taste of pre-cum hitting his tongue, still with some taste of his ass from before. Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his thrusts growing sharper as Doug hollowed his cheeks, taking Piet as deep as he could. “That’s it,” Arthur growled, his hands gripping Doug’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Suck him while I fuck you. Show us how much you love being our little cumdump.” The filthy words sent a jolt of heat through Doug’s body. He moaned around Piet’s cock, the vibrations making Piet curse. “Fuck, yes—just like that, take it all—” His voice broke as Doug swallowed around the head, his throat fluttering. Arthur’s pace turned punishing, his cock pistoning in and out of Doug’s ass with wet, obscene sounds, the slap of skin filling the room. Piet came first, his cock jerking as he spilled down Doug’s throat with a groan. Doug swallowed every drop, his own cock throbbing, untouched and desperate. Arthur didn’t let up—if anything, he fucked Doug harder, his balls drawing up tight. “Gonna fill you up,” he grunted, his voice raw. “Gonna breed you, Doug. Want you full of my poz cum.” Doug’s vision whited out as Arthur buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came, hot and thick inside him. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock painting his stomach with ropes of cum as he shuddered between them. Arthur collapsed forward, his chest heaving, his breath hot against Doug’s neck. Piet flopped onto the bed beside them, his fingers tracing lazy patterns over Doug’s sweat-slicked skin. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing, the occasional drip of cum from Doug’s overfull hole. Arthur finally pulled out with a wet sound, his spent cock glistening. “Damn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Doug’s shoulder. “You take us so well.” Doug’s face burned, but he couldn’t stop the smug, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Piet chuckled, reaching over to smear a finger through the cum on Doug’s stomach before bringing it to his own mouth, licking it clean. “Mmm. Tastes even better when it’s fresh.” Arthur propped himself up on one elbow, his expression turning thoughtful. “Speaking of tasting…” He reached for the discarded boxer briefs on the floor, pulling out his phone. A few taps, and he was scrolling through what looked like a group chat. “Jay mentioned something interesting the other day.” Doug’s stomach dropped. “Oh?” Arthur’s grin was knowing. “About a certain desire of yours.” He arched a brow. “Care to elaborate?” Doug’s face flushed scarlet. “I—I don’t—” “Relax,” Arthur cut in, his tone warm, amused. He reached down, his fingers tracing the cum leaking from Doug’s hole, pushing it back inside with a slow, deliberate motion. “You’re full of our poz cum anyway. No use pretending you don’t love it.” Doug’s breath hitched, his body betraying him with a fresh wave of arousal. “I do love it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I—I want it. I want to be. I just…” He swallowed. “I was really hoping Jay would convert me. But then you told him he had to go back on his meds before it took.” Piet’s hand found his shoulder, squeezing gently. “It’ll happen when it’s meant to,” he said, his voice soft. “No rush. The journey is as significant as the destination.” Arthur hummed in agreement, his fingers still playing with Doug’s used hole. “Though if you’re that eager…” He unlocked his phone again, pulling up a calendar. “We’ve got a little gathering next week. Poz fetish sex party. Jay’s gonna be out of town for work—perfect timing, really.” Doug’s pulse spiked. “A—a sex party?” “Mmm.” Arthur’s grin turned wicked. “Group of hungry, guys who love fucking and HIV.” His thumb pressed inside Doug, making him gasp. “You’d fit right in.” Doug’s cock twitched, already half-hard again. The idea of it—of being surrounded, used, filled—sent a shiver down his spine. “I—I'd like to come,” he breathed. Arthur’s smile was pure satisfaction. “Oh you'll cum for sure.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Doug’s ear. “You’re gonna love it.” Piet rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. “He’s gonna be insatiable after,” he predicted, his grin lazy. “Just wait.” Doug’s chest tightened with anticipation, his mind already racing with possibilities. The thought of Jay being away, of him finally indulging in everything he’d fantasized about—it was almost too much. He bit his lip, his gaze flicking between Arthur and Piet. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, the words barely audible. Arthur’s chuckle was dark, promising. “Oh, you’ll have to,” he murmured, his fingers finally slipping free of Doug’s hole. “But don’t worry, bud.” His voice dropped, a filthy promise. “It’ll be worth it.”

Yeah I wear a silicone cockring but I really prefer my thick chrome cockring. I love the feeling of hard steel round my cock and balls. It feels amazing when I thrust hard into his arse and I really feel my balls throbbing when I’m shooting my load.

I want to open that door and see that army of angry, DOM Daddies that are there just to defile my pretty, perfect virgin pussy and dolled up face... All I hear is the click and clack of my slutty heels on the hard floor as I walk up to the altar in my slutty bride lingerie. The bottom of my smooth ass cheeks popping out of my hip hugging mini skirt. Feeling so exposed and shaking from fear. Every couple of steps taking a peak at the guests bulges and completely losing it as I realize what I signed up for. Noticing that everyone there looks massive in their pants. Hearing the men laughing quietly as they see my wide eyes, terrified, completely in over my head in the middle of nowhere. Somehow still swaying my faggy hips as I tip toe to the mastermind who put this all together. The ceremony should just be me standing before a perverted priest and listening to all these fucked up rulles that I have to verbally agree to before signing a contract legally absolving everyone present from any consequences. Handed a print out of my slutty profile text and forced to read it out loud to the whole group. Trembling as the perverted priest calls out. "Gentleman... You may ruin the bride!" It's going to be a looooooonnnnngggg night 🙂

The weeks that followed were a blur of sweat and whispered confessions, of Jay’s hands pinning Doug down as he pumped his POZ load deep inside him, only to roll over afterward and mention some other guy he needed to “service” later that week. Doug would clench his jaw, the sting of jealousy sharp as a blade, but Jay would just smirk, trailing a finger down his chest. "You should try it," he’d murmur, voice rough from coming. "See how it feels to be free around your desire." At first, Doug resisted. The thought of Jay with other men—fucking them, kissing them, letting them touch what Doug thought was his—made his stomach twist. But then there was the night Jay came over smelling like another man’s cologne, his lips slightly swollen, and instead of arguing, Doug found himself pressing Jay against the wall, biting his neck hard enough to leave marks. "You’re mine first," he growled, and Jay just laughed, low and dirty, as Doug fucked him raw against the door. Jay told him after he only ever gets fucked by POZ pigs, but who knew, maybe he had converted Doug by now. After that, something shifted. Doug started swiping through apps, hesitant at first, but the first time a stranger’s mouth wrapped around his cock in a dimly lit bar bathroom, he understood. It wasn’t about love—it was about the heat, the need, the way a man he didn’t know could drop to his knees and worship him like he was the only thing that mattered in that moment. He came home that night with his ass sore and full of cum, and Jay took one look at him, grinned, and said, "Good boy." Their dates changed after that. Jay would kiss him at the restaurant but keep his distance, his eyes flicking to his phone every few minutes. Doug would watch, sipping his whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. "You’re not inviting me back tonight, are you?" he asked one evening, and Jay didn’t even bother lying. "Nah. Got plans." Doug should’ve been pissed. Instead, he leaned in, his voice a dark purr. "Who is he?" Jay’s smirk was all teeth. "Guy from the gym. Big hands. You’d like him." That was the night Doug realized Jay’s distance wasn’t rejection—it was an invitation. Now they were at the phase of dating where they were being introduced to each other's friends. Tonight Jay was taking Doug out to meet a couple he knew. The bar was all low lights and sticky floors, the kind of place where men didn’t ask questions before reaching for what they wanted. Jay had his arm slung around Doug’s shoulders, his thumb tracing idle circles on the back of his neck as they weaved through the crowd. "There they are," Jay said, nodding toward a corner booth where two men sat—one broad and dark-skinned, his biceps straining the sleeves of his henley, the other leaner, with sharp cheekbones and a Dutch accent that carried even over the music. Arthur’s laugh was deep, rumbling, as he clapped Jay on the back. "Took you long enough, old man." Piet’s gaze flicked to Doug, assessing, before he smirked. "This the one you’ve been telling us about?" Jay squeezed Doug’s shoulder. "Doug, meet Arthur and Piet. Guys, this is the man who’s been putting up with my shit." Doug shook their hands, trying to ignore the way Arthur’s fingers lingered just a second too long, the callouses rough against his palm. Piet’s grip was firmer, his thumb brushing over Doug’s knuckles. By the second round of drinks, Jay was pressed between Doug and Piet on the booth’s bench, his hand resting high on Doug’s thigh. Arthur was telling a story about some disastrous threesome in Amsterdam, his voice rich with laughter, but Doug barely heard him. He was too focused on the way Jay’s fingers were inching closer to his cock, on the way Piet’s knee kept brushing against his under the table. When Jay leaned in to whisper, "Knowing these guys, they'd be up for a foursome after the bar. You into that?" Jay asked. "Have you fucked with them before?" Doug wanted to know. "Yeah, they're good friends with good benefits I guess you could say," Jay smirked. Doug nodded, and Jay invited his buds over for a nightcap. The apartment was too warm, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the musk of four men who knew exactly what they were there for. Jay kicked the door shut behind them and immediately crowded Doug against the wall, his mouth hot and demanding. "You sure about this?" he growled, and Doug moaned into the kiss, his hands fisting in Jay’s shirt. "Fuck yes." Behind them, Arthur let out a low chuckle. "Damn. He’s eager." Piet’s voice was closer, his breath ghosting over Doug’s ear. "Let’s give him what he wants, then." Clothes came off in a tangle—Jay’s shirt torn half-open, buttons scattering, Doug’s belt undone with rough hands that weren’t his own. Like Piet had a biohazard tat over his cock. Arthur had no tats, his skin too dark to show them. Both guys also sported large PAs in their cocks. He watched, dazed, as Piet dropped to his knees in front of Jay, his mouth already open, tongue flat. Jay groaned as Piet took him deep, his head tilting back, and Doug’s cock throbbed at the sight. Arthur stepped up behind Jay, his big hands spreading Jay’s ass cheeks, and Doug’s breath stuttered when he saw Arthur’s tongue—thick, dark, wet—drag up Jay’s crack. "Fuck," Doug whispered, and Jay’s gaze snapped to him, dark and hungry. "You like watching me get eaten out, baby?" Doug nodded, his own cock leaking, and Jay crooked a finger. "Then come here. Let Piet take care of you too." Piet didn’t need to be told twice. He turned, his mouth glistening, and wrapped his lips around Doug’s cock without preamble, hollowing his cheeks. Doug gasped, his hips jerking, and then Arthur was there, guiding him backward until he was sitting on the couch, Piet’s head between his thighs. Jay went and got lube and poppers and handed them around. They all huffed deeply, and there was a round of kissing, tounges exploring each other deeply. Jay straddled Piet’s lap, his back to Piet’s chest, and Doug watched, mesmerized, as Piet lined himself up and pushed inside Jay with one smooth thrust. Jay’s moan was guttural, his fingers digging into Piet’s thighs. "Fuck, just like that—" Doug couldn’t look away. Arthur’s mouth was a wet, tight heaven, his tongue swirling around the head of Doug’s cock before taking him to the back of his throat. Doug’s fingers rubbed over Arthur’s corn rows, his hips lifting off the couch, and when Jay reached for him, pulling him into a filthy, sloppy kiss, Doug didn’t hesitate. He tasted himself on Jay’s tongue, the other’s spit, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. "You’re gonna let Arthur fuck you, aren’t you?" Jay panted against his lips, his own cock slamming back onto Piet’s with every thrust. "Gonna let him fill that tight ass up just like Piet’s doing to me?" Doug whimpered. "Yes. Please—" Arthur didn’t waste time. He stood, behind Doug, his cock thick and veined, already leaking. Doug spread his legs wider, his hole aching, and when Arthur pushed inside, it was with one long, relentless stroke that had Doug crying out. Jay’s mouth crashed onto his again, swallowing the sound, and Doug could feel Jay’s cock throbbing against his stomach, could hear the wet slap of Piet’s balls against Jay’s ass. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Arthur set a punishing pace, his hips snapping, his fingers bruising on Doug’s hips. Doug’s nails raked down Jay’s back, his own cock trapped between their bodies, leaking onto Jay’s abs. Piet’s grunts filled the room, his big hands gripping Jay’s hips as he fucked up into him. "Fuck, I’m close—" Arthur groaned, and Doug wrapped his legs around Arthur’s waist, pulling him deeper. "Do it. Cum in him." Jay commanded Arthur’s rhythm stuttered, his cock swelling, and then he was coming, hot and thick, filling Doug up in deep, pulsing spurts. "Your turn, baby," Arthur said to Piet as his cock withdrew from Doug's hole, a bit of cum dribbling down. Piet withdrew his cock from Jay's ass, came over and turned Doug towards doggie style. Arthur, guided his POZ cock into Doug as Jay watched appreciatively. As Piet gave Doug a firm fucking, Jay guided Arthur onto his back and started tongue fucking his hole. "Such a nice smooth hole Doug has, isn't it baby," Arthur muttered to Piet as Jay pushed his cock into Arthur's ass. "Jay always finds the finest ass doesn't he?" "Yeah .." Piet grunted, his fuck of Doug building up steam. "Fill him up Piet," Jay uttered, "still looks a bit innocent, but he's a slut for POZ cum." Without another word Piet's cock started pumping hus seed deep into Doug. Doug’s own orgasm crashed over him, his cock spurting between them, his ass clenching around Piet’s cock as if he could keep him there forever. Behind them, Jay let out a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Arthur. For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of ragged breathing, the slick slide of cum-damped skin. Piet pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, and Doug whimpered at the loss. Jay collapsed beside him on the couch, his body still trembling, and pressed their foreheads together. "You good?" he murmured, his voice rough. Doug didn’t know how to answer. His ass was sore, his heart pounding like he’d run a marathon. He could still taste Jay on his tongue, could still feel the ghost of Piet’s cock inside him and Arthur's before that. Arthur handed him a towel with a smirk, his own cock softening but still impressive, and Doug took it numbly. Jay’s fingers traced the cum drying on Doug’s stomach. "We don’t have to do this again if you don’t want to," he said quietly. "But I kinda hope you do." Doug exhaled, his body still humming. The old rules—the ones about jealousy, about possession, about what was his—felt distant now. Blurred. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in another kiss, slower this time. "Yeah," he breathed against Jay’s lips. "I think I do too."

@kitpig Don't look at me. You think I know?! 😅 @Petereater Thanks! @hirondelle75 It's always important to have a good support system. And, I mean.... he's definitely getting there. @up4meat Thanks! I try to put stuff out there that isn't as popular, or is more on the unique side. You should check out the other two stories I'm writing currently. @leather-fanatical 🙂 So, this one is one the shorter side this update, but hopefully the next few chapters should be a bit more substantial. I hope everyone enjoys. -------------------------------------- Lesson 16: Positive Affirmations Slowly I woke up to the feeling of a warm body pressed up against mine, feeling a bearded face kissing and licking the side of my neck. At first I thought I was still dreaming, and groggily nuzzled my face into the neck of the other man. Another body slowly shifted onto the bed and pressed against me, slowly rubbing the side of my body and chest. I let out a happy groan, stretching out my legs languidly as the hand slowly worked up to my nipples, softly pinching them and working the piercing. The feeling slowly started to wake me up, cluing me in to the fact this was not just a pleasant dream. “Looks like we woke the boy up, Greg,” Mike said, chuckling softly, reaching up and softly grabbing my chin to turn it up towards his face, slowly kissing me. Greg, the man behind me, slowly drifted his hand down to my ass, feeling the massive plug still lodged in my ass, “Somehow he slept through his alarm going off, but go figure he wakes up for us.” “Someone forgot to put away one of the toys,” Greg laughed, gently tugging on the plug, eliciting a groan from me as he slowly pushed and pulled it, my ass gripping tightly on the silicon. Mike broke away from the kiss, gently running a few fingers through my hair. “Of course, after the show he put on for the camera in the dungeon, I guess we could allow it this one time,” Mike said, shuffling slightly in the bed and he kissed me again. “Such a cute sexy boy, kind of hard to get mad at him, isn’t it, babe?” Greg replied in agreement, still working the plug back and forth in short strokes, “After all, we had to drive through the night to come home and give him what he was begging for.” I blushed slightly, realizing there must be a camera somewhere in the basement that caught the previous day’s events. “Sorry… I should have asked,” I said, looking down instinctively as I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “Don’t be sorry, boy,” Greg said, getting a firm grasp on the toy and giving it a few firm jiggles, making me gasp in surprise, “That was a hot little display there, watching our sexy slave boy stretching himself out and begging for another toxic load. We had it on repeat the entire drive home.” “Drove nearly nonstop even,” Mike added, reaching down and giving my balls a firm squeeze, “And since you’re already nice and open, how about me and Daddy Greg take that fat fucking plug out and give you what you need? You want that, don’t you baby?” I nodded silently, shocked that they’d driven through the night just to come and breed me. “Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly, boy,” Greg said, slowly tugging on the plug, eliciting a hiss of discomfort from me. I followed his instructions, a few tears welling up in my eyes as I felt the plug slowly begin to work out of my hole, the silicon tightly gripping the thin tender flesh of my asshole stubbornly. Finally, with a resoundingly loud pop, the plug was free from the confines of my ass, my ass feeling loose and empty in its wake. “There’s a good slut, nice and open now for us, aren’t you?” Greg asked sweetly, reaching over and placing the plug on the nightstand with a solid thump. “Yes sir,” I groaned, my voice sounding raw from the pain of removing the plug. “Why don’t you show us how grateful you are?” Mike said, pulling back the covers and grabbing his dick, shaking it at me. Slowly, I crawled down the bed and began to lick and suck Mike’s massive cock, as I felt Greg slowly begin to work several fingers in and out of my abused hole. “Fuck that’s a loose looking hole,” Greg said appreciatively, grabbing my ass with both hands and pulling it apart, growling appreciatively as it easily opened under his manipulations, “So fucking stretched out and hungry looking.” “Let me see,” Mike said, gently pulling me off his cock by my hair, guiding me towards Greg as rolled over, looking at my ass as I moved. “Moving along much faster than we could ever have hoped,” Greg said, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands behind his head, looking down at me as I began to lick and suck his already hard dick. “Fuck that is a stretched out boy pussy,” Mike said in agreement, easily sliding four fingers in and out of my ass as he spoke, “Just a bit more training and he might be able to actually take a fist in there.” I groaned as I felt him slowly begin to work in his thumb as well, feeling my already abused asshole get stretched again. “Don’t worry boy, not tonight,” Mike said reassuring me, slowly working the 5 fingers inside me, spreading his fingers apart as he spoke, “You still need some training to take our fists in you.” I shook my head in acknowledgement as I continued to suck Greg’s cock, enjoying the taste of his precum slowly leaking out of the head. “Going to be a fucking blast being able to fist him and work our toxic loads into those walls,” Greg said, giving my ass a slight smack, “How about it, boy… you want us to train your ass to take a nice fisting? Might help speed up you getting our virus.” I pulled off his cock, looking back at him and nodded sheepishly. “God damn… so fucking sexy…” Mike groaned, slowly withdrawing his fingers and also giving my ass a solid smack, “Look at how it closes right back up with a little spanking.” “Fuck, I think it’s time we fuck a load in him,” Greg said, slowly jerking his cock as he spoke. “You first or me?” Mike asked, looking at Greg as he spoke, shoving his thumb back inside me. “Fuck that,” Greg said, shaking his head no, “Pig is nice and stretched out already, and we both know he can take both of us. You want that boy? You want to feel both your daddies flooding your slutty little ass at the same time with our potent seed?” Biting my lower lip, I nodded, enjoying the idea of feeling two large cocks working inside me at the same time, flooding my ass in unison. Grinning at me, Greg motioned for me to turn around and slowly pulled me up to his chest, grabbing my leg and pulling it across his body until I was straddling his pelvis. Rubbing his palm and thumb on my cheek, he pulled me down and slowly kissed me, lazily working his tongue into my mouth. I felt the bed shift as Mike slowly got behind me, guiding my ass down on Greg’s cock. I softly whimpered as I felt his cock slowly slide deep inside me, happy to feel filled again. Satisfied, Mike slowly shuffled up and slowly plunged his cock into me, the stretch more intense as his cock slid deep inside me along side his husband’s cock. “Fuck that’s nice and warm,” Mike said, slowly rubbing his hand along my back, “You’ve been need your daddies to flood your insides the whole time we were gone, weren’t you, son? Been needing our poz DNA coating your neg guts? “Oh… oh god yes…. Thank you Daddy,” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Greg as I spoke, “I love feeling you both breed me and fill me with your virus. I want to be infected by both of you and become your poz son.” “Yeah, we’re going to be your poz dads, aren’t we son?” Greg said, slowly running his hands up and down my ribcage, watching me intensely as I pushed down on their dicks, “Make you ours and use you as we see fit.” “Oh, fuck, yes daddy. I want to the personal cumdump for you,” I groaned, slowly beginning to fuck myself harder on their cocks, “I want your virus so bad. I want to get pozzed and be owned by both of you.” “Fucking right, son,” Mike said, pulling me against his chest as he began to fuck me hard and fast, “Already doing such a good job, letting us mold you into the son we want you to be. So fucking beautiful and willing to be reshaped to our whims.” “Yes… Thank you Daddy,” I groaned, wholeheartedly giving into the double fucking I was getting, “I need your poz cum in me so bad, Please give it to me.” “Fucking close already,” Greg said, his voice strained from the effort of holding back, “You close too babe? Shoot into our neg pig boy together at the same time?” “Fuck yeah… gonna shoot any second,” Mike said, as I could feel his sweaty chest against my back, “Your going to get a double dose of toxic seed in your ass, boy. Get ready…” I turned my head back and kissed Mike hard and fast, feeling as first his cock and the Greg’s began to jerk slightly inside me, both of their orgasms threatening to explode deep in me. Suddenly, Mike grunted and grabbed my hips, plowing me with increased speed as his began shooting inside me, his cum sloshing along Greg’s cock as his flooded my ass. Moments later, Greg let out a massive grunt and his cock then added a massive load to the mix. The sensation of the two massive loads of poz cum deep in my guts drove me over the edge and I took began to feel my ass spasm, clenching tightly on both of their cocks, causing both of them to gasp in surprise. “Boy’s ass is extra hungry for our DNA,” Mike said tightly, enjoying the feeling of my ass orgasming around both of them, squeezing both of their dicks tight, milking the remains of their loads out. Finally, my legs gave out and I slumped down on Greg’s chest, breathing hard. Slowly, Mike pulled out and flopped next to us, breathing hard and fast and Greg pulled me into a tight hug, his now soft cock plopping out of my sloppy hole. Lovingly, Greg slowly rubbed my back, squeezing my neck after each long stroke. “Thank you for coming home early,” I said quietly, slightly choking on the words nearly in tears as I spoke, unsure why I suddenly felt so emotional, “I really missed both of you so much… I’m sorry that you had to come home early and-” “Shhh…. Boy…. it’s ok,” Mike said, turning on to his side, now also rubbing my back. “I think we all could use some more sleep, especially after that amazing round of sex,” Greg said, gently rolling me between them. Nodding, I sniffed slightly and pressed myself tightly against Mike. Grabbing the covers, Greg pulled them over the three of us and settled against my chest, softly kissing my forehead. A new wave of exhaustion swept over me and I quickly fell back asleep between the two of them.

Either giving or getting..I pefer it raw!

I like my guy focused on me and me focused on him. I want to feel sexy and him to feel sexy. If I'm blowing a guy I want his hands in my hair, tell me what he likes, properly connect. Looking on his phone wouldn't work for me. As for playing in the background, I have ADHD and my brain doesn't ignore stuff well, so porn in the background or even just music, it pulls my attention away. I don't know what to do with multiple attention grabbing things and get overloaded. Sometimes watching porn together is the meet plan, some bi and curious guys just want to watch porn and wank together. That's cool. If I'm choosing I always choose something with at least one guy like the guy I'm with. Similar age and style. It's confusing as a 30-something hairy guy with dark hair to meet with a guy who only wants to watch blond smooth twink porn. Good to know if a guy is into you or not, no need to be unclear.

Sorry for the delay in posting the next part - life has rather got in the way lately! ————— Marcus and I both needed some serious downtime, showering and sleeping until the evening. We then hit the hotel bar for a bit to get loosened up, having decided we were going to go back to the club that night. We weren’t sure if we would be encounter Frank again, run into some other guys from the barracks, or just be able to enjoy some anonymous sex with anyone else from the town who showed up, but we knew we would have to be in balaclavas again. I wore a long-sleeve top to cover my biohazards, but decided to put on some of my silver as I was in the mood. The club was busier than I expected when we arrived, with a load of biker-types fucking or sitting around. There wasn’t anyone who I recognised, nor any other guys trying to keep their faces hidden, so we decided just to have some fun for a while and see what played out. From the looks we got, it seemed like most of the men there were tops waiting for some bottoms to show up. Me and Marcus had both been needing our holes filled after topping the soldiers earlier in the day, so we both bent over in one of the larger playrooms to let them know we were open for business. I took four loads, Marcus took three, and we were both up for spending the night continuing to get loaded up. However, attention shifted when two more guys showed up, both also wearing just jockstraps and balaclavas. One was stocky, muscular and in his thirties, while the other was provably around twenty, tall, toned and lean. His skin colour suggested he was of South Asian background, with a tattoo on one of his smooth pecs that was as written in a different script. What was interesting is that the older guy seemed to be in charge, leading the younger one into the room. The older guy directed the younger one towards the fuck bench, and stood back as the younger one got into position on it. The older one then signalled to a couple of the biker guys who were watching all this that they should come over, and he then just stood there and watched as a spitroast got underway. It was only when I moved positions in the room that I saw the older guy’s back for the first time, and realised that I knew who it was. Back when I was newly recruited, some of the older guys in the battalion had frequently ribbed Noel “Edmonds” Garrett about the ink he had recently got, to the point they stopped using the nickname he’d picked up from the TV host and instead called him “Feathers”. However, that had stopped when he was promoted to the rank of Captain and went off to a different battalion on the base. I did not know him, other than from my court-martial where he had randomly appeared as a witness to declare he had seen me from the running trail pulling up my shorts while a random guy had been walking away, stating that it was obvious I had been getting fucked. By that point in the hearing my character had been completely assassinated by a whole series of men who were somehow getting off from their own part in it all with just a slap on the wrists, so I barely registered what he had said. But seeing him here in this club, orchestrating the gang-fucking of a young guy that I now assumed must be a member of his own battalion, I saw red. He was a hypocrite, and I was going to take him down. I whispered a brief summary of everything to Marcus, and then spotted a couple of guys in the room who were leering at Captain Garrett rather than watching the younger soldier being used. I sidled over to them and whispered to each of them that I wanted their help in getting the older guy into the sling in the smaller room next door. They were up for it, and all four of us slowly moved around the room in a way that aroused no suspicion until we were in position. Then one of the biker guys gave a big nod, and we advanced on the Captain. He was so engrossed in watching the spitroast that he was completely unprepared, so it was easy for me to grab him from behind and cover his mouth with my hand, while all four of us picked him up and rushed him out of the room. He struggled while we carried him next door, but was not strong enough to get free. Marcus tightly held his legs together as we propelled the Captain onto the sling, the three of us getting his wrists secured in the cuffs on the chain before we went to the other end and got his ankles cuffed too. “Fucking let me go!” he shouted. We ignored him, and Marcus and I stood back to let the bikers at him first. I rushed back next door to get our clothes, pausing briefing to see that the balaclava had been pulled off the younger soldier revealing him to be quite stunning, with a long neck, angular features and big lips that looked great around a cock. But a roar from the other room got me focused again, and I went back to see one of the bikers had ploughed into the Captain without any attempt to loosen or lubricate him first. I threw our clothes on a bench, and then fished out my GoPro so I could start openly filming the scene. The Captain was roaring out in pain and anger, so the other biker grabbed an old sock that was lying on the floor and forcefully shoved it into Noel’s mouth. Silenced, all he could do was moan with tears streaming from his eyes as he was roughly fucked raw by the first biker, with the other taking his place after and sliding into the cum-filled hole. The Captain took that second fuck more easily, loosened up by the huge cock that had just been inside him, and he seemed to have almost calmed down by the time he got another load inside him. It was obvious this was not his first time bottoming, and his own erection was obvious through the thin material of the blue jockstrap he was wearing. The two bikers left the room once they were done, and I went over to close the door to the room. I then joined Marcus standing next to the Captain, who was looking up at us nervously. I reached over and pulled the sock from his mouth, with him spitting after it was removed. I stepped over to my clothes and grabbed a packet of mints from my pocket, taking one out and popping it into the Captain’s mouth. Then I reached up and pulled off my balaclava, and the Captain’s eyes went wide with horror when he saw me. “Ballard!” he growled. “What the fuck?!” “So” I said, smirking, “you remember me. When was it from again?” “I, er” he stammered. “From my court-martial” I said. “You gave evidence against me. Yet here you are, in a gay sex club, and I’m guessing that young guy next door is your personal cumdump on the battalion.” “Fuck you” he whispered. “Nah” I said. “Pretty sure you must have been one of the guys who did that at some point back on base when I couldn’t see who the tops using me were. My turn now.” Marcus pulled off his balaclava too, and the Captain seemed to recognise him. I then got my long-sleeved top off, letting him see all my tattoos. Marcus went over to our clothes and got his cigarettes, lighting up two and handing one to me. We stood there and smoked in silence, just looking at the Captain as he lay on the sling, his mouth slightly agape as he glanced between us without speaking. Even with the door closed we could hear the sounds of the gangbang in the other room, with a younger voice now moaning and yelping occasionally that made me wonder if they were already double-fucking the handsome guy. No doubt the Captain had planned to be in there watching all those men breed his cumslut, but instead he was restrained, vulnerable, and about to take some more cock inside his own arse. “So” I said, exhaling smoke as I got near the end of my cigarette, “I guess we should get on with things.” “Wait” the Captain said. “Please.” “Wait for what?” Marcus asked. “Your tattoos” Noel said, looking at me. “Hot, aren’t they?” I said, smirking. “Do they mean…” the Captain began. “Do they mean that I’m HIV positive?” I interrupted, causing him to nod. “Yes, they do” I finished. “He’s toxic as fuck” said Marcus. “Him and his brothers knocked me up recently.” “Fucking hell” the Captain muttered. “Shouldn’t matter” I said, shrugging. “Your prep will protect you.” “I’m not on prep” the Captain whispered. “You come to a sex club and you’re not on prep?” Marcus asked. “You expect guys in a place like this to use condoms?” “I, er…” the Captain responded. “What about that handsome guy next door?” I asked. “Is he?” The Captain hesitated, and then shook his head. “Well” I said, “you’re both idiots. But I have no beef with that guy, and whatever happens to him will happen. You, on the other hand…” I stepped between the Captain’s legs, pulled down my jock, and put my erect cock against his dripping hole. I started to gently push and then pull back, not penetrating him but just playing with him instead. My suspicions that he bottomed willingly on occasions were confirmed when his hole began to pucker, and he arched his back up slightly. “Please” he eventually panted. “You want this cock inside you?” I asked. “Yes” he whispered. “Please.” “You want his poz cock in your hole?” Marcus said. “You want mine after?” “Yes!” the Captain said, glaring at me. “Fuck me!” I pushed in, and began to pound into him. Gone was any sign of resistance, as the hungry bottom he kept repressed inside of him took over. I had no idea where his head was at about being pozzed, but he wanted to be fucked for sure. Marcus saw it too, and grabbed the GoPro to get some more footage of the Captain being willingly taken bareback, moaning and begging for me to pound him harder. “You want a toxic poz load in your neg hole?” I asked. “Breed me!” he yelled. I stopped pounding, fully buried inside of him, and just waited as he flexed his hole on my cock. He glared at me, and then at Marcus. “Look at the camera” I said. “Tell it what you want.” He hesitated, but then I saw the last resistance go. His face took on a hungry, pleading look, and he licked his lips. “I want to be fucked” he said. “I want loads in my hole.” “Poz loads?” I asked. “I want poz loads” he said, staring at the camera. “I want toxic poz loads in my neg hole.” “You going to go on PEP?” I asked. “No” he growled at the camera. “I want your toxic loads to infect me and make me poz.” “Good man” I said, chuckling. With that, Marcus put the camera away and I got on with working myself up to an orgasm. The Captain had given up all pretence and was repeatedly yelling for me to breed and poz him, and I knew he was serious. I hadn’t seen this coming, particularly when he writhed and fought so hard against the first fuck he’d taken from the biker, but something in him had finally snapped. He must have been so repressed, but now that he was impaled on a poz cock he was letting his true self out at last. It made me fucking hot as hell, and I was soon blasting a poz load into his welcoming hole. He almost panted in desperation for the few seconds he was empty after I pulled out, but he got satisfaction when Marcus slammed in and began to pound, soon adding a second toxic load. There was no need to keep the guy secured anymore, so I opened the door and went off to search the other rooms for a second fuckbench. When I found one I dragged it down to the bigger playroom, positioning it next to where the younger soldier was continuing to be skewered by the bikers, his body coated with sweat as he slammed himself back into the cock inside him. I then went back to the smaller room, and Marcus and I got the Captain out of the cuffs and helped him stand up. I led him back next door, and he almost dived into position on the second bench. We then watched as the bikers and other men present swarmed, soon having both military guys in fast-paced spitroasts. Me and Marcus stepped up occasionally to add another load into the Captain’s hole, and allowed the gorgeous younger soldier to clean up our cocks after. Then, as numbers began to dwindle, I crouched down next to the Captain as a big burly biker was pounding him hard. “How about we take you two back to our hotel room so we can carry this on in a bit more comfort?” I whispered into his ear, causing him to eagerly nod as his face strained from the size of the cock inside him. The bikers using the two men finished off inside of them, and then we pulled the dripping soldiers up. Marcus and I introduced ourself to the younger man, Arjun, and explained we were taking them back to the Premier Inn. I just told him straight off the bat that we were both poz, but he said he didn’t care and that he wanted to take our loads too. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was saying given how fucked-out he was, but we went with it anyway. We all got re-dressed, and then out on the street Marcus and I lit up cigarettes. Both of them looked at us hungrily so we offered them one each as well, and then the four of us slowly staggered back to the hotel as we smoked. Up in the room we all stripped naked, and after checking again with Arjun that he was OK with it, we got them on all fours next to each other and slid into them, with me in the Captain and Marcus in the younger guy. For the rest of the night we woke every couple of hours and fucked again, adding more and more poz loads into their gaping, cum-filled holes. Marcus somehow slept through their departure, whilst I lay there and just watched as the two of them took it in turns for quick showers in our bathroom before they re-dressed and slipped out. Both wrote down their mobile numbers on a slip of paper that they left on the table, and then they were gone. I summoned up enough energy to text Evan to just ring us when he was nearby, and that he would be having to put in the work as we were both knackered. His call later on woke both of us out of sleep, and after he lost at a game of rock, paper, scissors, Marcus went to fetch the soldier. We somehow managed to get hard again, but neither of us was up for much so just lay on our backs while Evan bounced his eager poz-craving arse on us in turn. When we had finally bred him with his load each for that day, he too had a quick shower and then was gone, finally allowing us to go back to sleep after a riotous 24 hours. Maybe we’d be up for more later, maybe we’d take a break from hunting for military men, but at that moment all we could do was sleep.

I haven’t topped in a bit. Got on sniffies and I wanna say about 2 weeks ago I went to one of the more dl spots and this dude was chilling and we ended up on a trail with him bent over and me giving him my load. Was my first time cruising and breeding a dude anonymously and I’m probably gonna go back this weekend for more.

I cannot and will not allow a dick near my ass that isn’t there to breed me. I have no desire to be fucked by a condom covered cock. If you wanna “play with me” and it’s not your cock in there, it better be a toy or a fist or a fuck machine! All without condoms. Condoms are for men who don’t want to get a girl pregnant. In the days of PrEP, what’s the use? You can still get other STDs from condom covered sex!

No, you are not alone. I'm 100% a faggot bottom and love playing with other fag bottoms as bottoms not as one of us topping. Regret that so many see sex as zero-sum game. I've learned a lot from and gotten piggier because of my play sessions with other fags. Love two loaded fags getting together to share breeding experiences and stories, eating each other's cummy holes! OINK

If you identify as a faggot, especially if you are a bottom who is generally submissive to more masculine Alpha types, do you ever have sex with other faggot bottoms? I generally service masculine Alphas, but I really enjoy nasty sex with other self-identified faggots who love acknowledging that they're a faggot, and love getting naked and nasty with other faggots. Sniffing and licking each other’s balls and asshole, licking, kissing and sucking each other’s cock, and eating each other’s cum. Revelling in what perverted, dirty, nasty faggots we are. But it feels like I might be uncommon in that regard. Most bottoms I interact with seem to only want dominant, masculine Men who use, degrade and fuck them (all good things!) but have virtually no interest in sex with other faggots. Just because they'll take every opportunity to suck cock, eat ass, and taste cum. And urine, if they're so inclined. Am I alone?

This bareback sissy cumdump will be staying at the trades hotel in Blackpool on Wednesday 20th August. Looking for guys to visit and fill me with cum.

Bareback is the most natural way for humans to have sex. It is what we have always done for millennia. Lots of sexual things get fetishized, but that doesn't make the them a fetish, it is that fetishist's individual action that makes it a fetish for themselves.. For the rest of us it is just natural human sex.

If you've requested account deletion after August 8th, please re-request - I hit the wrong button and accidentally deleted your requests. (Sorry).

Two things: When THEY recognize you as a cumdump, it is an acknowledgement that you are on another level than your average bottom. When YOU recognize it, it means you've accepted your tastes/skills/hunger are on another level.

If I can confirm that the bottom has actually taken a few loads I'll breed his hole. This is after I taste some of that cum from his hole. This is why I prefer going to cruise spots & adult bookstores. I can see him take a load or two.

For me it was when one wasn't enough, and I stopped chosing the top. I started being ass up/out for free use. No talking, no back and forth needed, just slide in and breed. The more that lined up the better for me. Also stopped swallowing and wanting it all in my ass

For me, it's a few things: Once his hands are on you, your decision making ability is gone You care only about pleasing cock You do not own your ass. My bf whores me out I always make myself ready to recieve Take any cock, any time Sorry of on topic: My bar bathroom fantasy finally happened. It took a while because my bf had to negotiate with the owner. He didn't want to get shut down. So I had to fuck him first, alone. He ended up cumming twice. Then, after the bar closed, seven older guys that Ive never met, fucked me all over the bathroom. Never felt so cheap. Overall a wonderful experience but it kind of fucked with my head, honestly.

I realized I crossed over into “cumdump” territory when one cock and load didn’t satisfy my hunger…when all I could think about was the next cock and load, however I get it, cruising the apps and taking any cock without question..homeless cock, farm worker immigrant cock, visiting surfer, student, senior…they’re all welcome to breed me.

I think we struggle the most when we don’t really accept and love it. It’s different from acknowledging that it’s there and giving into it if you still carry shame. It’s something to work on continuously - in my case it’s a work in progress but really beautiful things and friendships have been found by leaning into it with no shame. Which then makes focusing my energy on other things in life also easier if it makes sense. 💖

I love your attitude about your purpose as a bottom. I appreciate bottoms that recognize they are their so that tops can get off in a hole. No worries about relationship bullshit - just pump, dump and leave. Thanks for your dedication.

Thx all for the good responses here in the topic and private. Some guys liked the more extreme parts and asked about Leroy. As a good writer, I need to hear the call of the readers. So I wrote a little side part. I do hope you guys like it. I can imagine it is not for everyone, though . I'll try to start on the next part, which will continue with the story of Jake again. If anyone has suggestions or likes to see something in a story, don't hesitate to write me. I'll see if I can work something out. This time I don't have any AI photos added to the story. It just did not work out to get the scene settings in it. Part 18 some light is shining through the curtains on my face. My eyes are still tired. But slowly, I start to wake up. My body feels a bit wrecked; my ass hurts, feels sticky, and it's itching. I'm leaking cum out of my hole. Fuck…. That was a night, I think to myself. How late is it? I look at the clock. It is still around 8:30. Slowly, I get out of my bed. As soon as I start to sit, I feel more cum leaking out of my hole. Shit... That was not the plan. Fast, I stand up and check the bed. Red, cummy fluids have made a spot on the bed, just where my ass was. There is no hiding that, I guess? What would the helpers think if they cleaned my room? It's not like they don't know what this is... I look at the camera in my room. If they wanted, they could have seen my whole night: fucking with the daddies, maybe in the middle of the night the scene at the swimming pool with Kayode? Damn…. I really did not think of all this…. But hell... does it matter??? It's too late now, and everyone is fucking over here. So if they want to watch... well... it's not in my hands, I guess. I walk to the bathroom to take a shower and clean my ass, washing away the dried and leaked cum. Trying to get my ass and body all cleaned up for what this day will bring again. Get some clothes on, do my hair and get myself ready. AsI walk to the door, I look at the panel again. I almost forgot. The panel still shows the matches from last night. The daddies that I hooked up with the rooms. It is clearly visible that I had the daddy and his boyfriend, Felix. So, if Leroy is awake by now, he must have seen. Damn. Was this the right thing to do last night? I am really glad I had both of them. It was a fucking hot, painful, and sexy experience. But... did I make the right decision to get a payback at Leroy? I thought it was yesterday, but now my anger has settled, I wonder. I really hope he isn't that mad about it. I guess I should go to his door and maybe apologize? I get my shoes on and walk to the door of my room. Slowly, I open it. There is another guy just opening the door and walking into the hallway; I clearly hear his footsteps walking away, exiting the building. I'll leave my door just opened, but I don't walk in. It is one of the other bottoms. I really don't want to watch him in the eyes now. If he had a bad hookup, I matched them up. So... I wait a second until the guy is gone. When the hallway is clear, I slowly walk out of my door and shut it behind me. I guess I should go to Leroy's door and knock. I should tell him I'm sorry. We should talk... Just when I walk up to his door, it opens up. I jump; I'm really startled because I did not expect this at all. Just when I want to say something, I see it is not Leroy at all. No, it is the HIV positive daddy who took the cruel condom. My eyes widen and my mouth opens up. The daddy laughs at me and shuts the door behind him. "Thanks, boy," he says to me. "This was a really good fucking night with that boy. I loved his ass, his eagerness, and damn, he could yell," he smirks at me. "I really had fun; I stayed longer than I thought. I spent the whole night with him." Uhhh... ohhh... ummm... I stumble... "How is he? Should I go inside and help him?" The daddy laughs, "He is okay as far as he can be." He smirks again. "Let him be; he is just in the shower." The daddy walks off, leaving me standing there, shocked, in the hallway. Did he stay all night? Leroy's hole... it must be torn apart... he must bleed like hell... his ass, his body, all of it; it must hurt like hell with this daddy. And his ass... filled up with HIV viral loads? Will Leroy hate me? Will I hate myself for this? Slowly, really slowly, my feet start to move, and I walk out of the hallway. Heading to breakfast, but I'm all in my mind. Damn. I hope this does not mean the end of Leroy's holiday? He must be really hurt. I stride along the swimming pool. In the back, I can see Kayode still chained up. He is lying on his back now, chained to the same table as at night. They must have let him take another position. His chest looks bruised; I guess that is the result of getting fucked, bent over on the table all night. There is a guy between his legs, having his legs on his shoulders and thrusting his cock into his hole. Cum is dripping down with every thrust. Kayode is leaking. When I come closer, I recognize the guy. I have seen him before... I know him... Oh, I remember. It is the guy from the roulette game, the slim younger guy. He was wearing the shirt with number 4 on it. He is now wearing a tank top, and he does look sexy in it, though the shirt is still falling loosely around his chest. In Kayode's face, I can see some pain, but he does not make any sound. I remember the guy had a huge cock when he fucked me. I guess that's what Kayode is feeling: an enormous filling up. But his hole... he is so used; I don't think he has any feeling left in it. It is so bruised by now. The guy sees me and nods to me. I nod back, but I keep a steady walk. Kayode does not see me, I guess, or he pretends he's not. I am sorry for him. I'm walking for breakfast, and he is getting fucked by yet another cock. No one is leaving his ass alone. Once I'm there, I take a plate, get some fruit, bread, etc., take a coffee, and pick a table. I'm still alone, so I grab a table for two. Slowly I start to eat, watching all the guys around me. Who walks funny? Who is leaking, and who shot his load last night? It is actually a funny game in my mind. I can definitely see some guys walking weird, so it leaves no questions. I just have to pay some attention to it. Some are even flirting, and sometimes I can see a hand grabbing an ass or crotch. While I'm checking all the guys and eating, I'm not really paying attention to the entry door. After a while, I suddenly hear someone saying , "Morning, Jake," a voice calls out, sounding a little hoarse. "Sleep well?" It's Leroy... "Leroy, morning," I stammer, pushing a chair out slightly with my feet. "You, uh, you want to sit here?" "Thanks, Jake," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto me. "Last night was..." He trails off, his cheeks flushing with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. "It was intense." I swallow hard, my eyes flickering with uncertainty. I can't help but feel a twinge of remorse for my part in Leroy's punishment, but the sight of Leroy's bruised and used body sends a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, I-I can see that," I stammer , pushing my plate aside. "How are you holding up Leroy? Did you watch the panel in your room this morning, showing all the matches?" Leroy's smile widens, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of the hotel's dining area. He carefully lowers himself onto the chair, wincing as his abused body protests. "Better than ever, Jake," he says, his voice filled with a strange, masochistic glee. "Thanks for the... arrangement. I never knew I needed that kind of... discipline." His eyes drift down to my plate, and he licks his lips. "Mind if I grab a bite?" "Yeah, of course," I say to him, sliding my plate over. "But I- I am really sorry for what I did. I mean, I matched you... I was angry, but I should not have done this. I'm so sorry..." Leroy's smile turns gentle, and he reaches over to take my hand reassuringly. "Don't be, Jake," he says, his voice soft. "You gave me exactly what I needed. I've been craving the real deal for a while now. And... I can't say I didn't enjoy it." He looks down at the food, his stomach rumbling, but it looks like his thoughts are still swirling with the memories of the night before. "I-I don't get it," I stammer. "I mean, why aren't you mad at me, Leroy? I know you liked your first daddy, and I kind of... took him away from you." Leroy's eyes meet mine, and he leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper . "Mad?" He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Jake, you gave me the best gift I could've asked for. You didn't just give me any daddy. You gave me a taste of the life I truly crave." He pauses, his gaze intense. "And I want more." "I'd love to tell you all about it." I have to blush, my heart racing. I'm torn between guilt and intrigue. I can't believe Leroy isn't mad. He's practically glowing with satisfaction. "Okay, Leroy," I say, my voice quivering. "If you want to, I mean, I'm all ears." ------------ The story of leroys daddy night I am in my room, hands bound to the bed. My legs bound with ropes to the bed, next to my head, so my ass is sticking a bit to the air and is open for whatever is coming. Jake and the help are leaving my hotel room, while Daddy stays behind. His cock hanging out of his jock, wearing an iron cruel condom . He is smiling. Daddy smirks. Well, my boy, before we get down to business, I want you to know that I've been around the block a few times. I've seen it all, done it all. And let me tell you, nothing gets my blood pumping quite like the feel of a fresh, tight hole to claim. Ah, I see you've noticed the number on my jock, he tells me. That little number, 421, represents a legacy, a story of pleasure and power, of life and... well, let's just say it's a reminder of the connections I've made along the way. Each one of those numbers is a boy like you, eager for a taste of what a real man has to offer, the daddy smiles at me with an eager voice. My eyes widen as I stare at the number, my heart racing. I try to pull against the restraints, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. What... what does that mean? I ask a bit in fear. Daddy walks closer to the bed, where I am bound up, his hand still resting on the number 421, stroking it almost lovingly. His voice sounds soft, a mix with soft, eager, and dirty intentions; it means, sweetheart, that I have a very special gift to share with you. Each of those numbers represents a boy who's been blessed with a piece of me, forever changed by the power of my seed. And tonight, you're going to be number 422. I wait and don't say a word, my breath shallow as I try to process Daddy's words. The desire to be claimed by this dominant man, the desire to get pozzed wars with the fear of the whole process . Can... can you really be the one to make me like you? The one that marks me... to give me your... gift... the one that's poz me up? Daddy circles the bed, his gaze never leaving my naked body. He leans in closer, his breath hot on my neck. Oh, I can and I will, he says with a whispering voice. I've got what it takes, and you're just begging for it, aren't you? That sweet, submissive hole of yours is just begging to be filled with my seed. With a whimper, I nod, my body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. I whisper, "Yes, Daddy. Take me. Make me... make me number 422." Daddy approaches me, bounded on the bed, with a predatory grin . His cock pulled out of his jockstrap, standing hard, covered with the iron cruel condom, gleaming in the light. He gently runs his fingers over my soft, exposed skin and ass, feeling my tension and vulnerability beneath him. "You're going to take it like a good boy, aren't you?" he asks, his voice a low, seductive growl. My eyes are wide with a mix of terror and desire, my breathing shallow. Daddy aligns the cruel condom with my tight hole, the metal top of his cruel condom digging slightly into my skin, a precursor to the pain to come. With a swift, powerful thrust, he starts to penetrate me, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through the room. My world narrows to the searing pain that shoots through my body. I scream out in agony, my body arching. Trying to pull my feet and ass away, but held in place by the restraints as Daddy's thick, iron, cruel condom-covered cock stretches and rips my ass apart. I feel the condom's iron spikes dig into my insides, ripping and tearing my insides. I can't hold back a guttural cry. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!! Automatically, my muscles clench to resist his penetration ; my hole and insides clench together, wrapping around Daddy's cock covered up with the cruel condom. But this only intensifies the pain within me, sending waves of agony through my body. My eyes water, and I bite my lip, tasting the metallic tang of my own blood. The pain is so overwhelming, but so is the dark thrill of submission to this powerful, dangerous man. Daddy's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure, watching my ass bleed around the edges of the cruel condom as he begins to pound into me with a relentless rhythm. I can feel the iron condom doing its work, the sharp edges slicing through my hole, and the warm feeling of blood running in my hole from the tears Daddy is making. Daddy's grin widens with my agonized screaming , his eyes dark with lust. He watches my face twist in pain; he likes the way my body fights against his pounding , my hole tight around his cock. He leans over, his voice a harsh whisper in my ear, "You wanted this, baby. You wanted to feel the power of a real man. And now you're going to take every inch of me, no matter how much it hurts." He starts to thrust harder, the iron cruel condom tearing deep into my tender flesh. The scent of blood and sweat fills the air, mingling with the musky smell of desire. The room becomes a cacophony of Daddy's grunts and my desperate whimpers. My head is slamming against the headboard of the bed in time with our feral rhythm, the mattress groaning beneath us. "Fuckkk...!!!!...." My scream is raw and primal, ripped from the depths of my soul as Daddy's iron-covered cock stretches and shreds my insides. My body jolts with each brutal thrust, the pain searing through me like molten lava. Tears stream down my face , sweat mixing with blood that leaks from my torn, gaping hole. My eyes are squeezed tight, as if by doing so I could somehow escape the relentless assault. Yet, amidst the agony, there's a twisted, masochistic pleasure that makes my toes curl and my cock throb. I feel so utterly violated, so completely used, and it's a feeling I never knew I craved until this very moment. My hole is like a murder place, pulsing and leaking blood, but Daddy shows no sign of stopping. If anything, my cries seem to fuel his fervor. "That's it, baby," Daddy grunts, his voice a mix of satisfaction and encouragement as he sees the blood seep around his cock, painting the sheets beneath us red. "You're taking it so well. "You're going to be number 422, aren't you?" His grip on my hips tightens, his nails digging in as he pushes deeper, the spikes on the condom tearing through muscle and tissue with a sickening sound that makes my stomach clench in horror and arousal. The room is a symphony of pained cries and the slap of flesh meeting flesh, a rhythm that seems to go on forever The pain reaches a peak, my entire body tenses as I feel something warm and wet spreading around Daddy's cock and filling up my hole. My hole feels like it's on fire, and I gasp for air, my chest heaving. "A-Aaagh... Daddy, it... it hurts so much," I whisper , my voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. I feel the iron condom burning inside of me, the metal spikes tearing my insides. A warm feeling is filling up my hole - the feeling of my blood. Almost a relief, it lubes me up so the pounding gets easier . A slapping wet sound fills the room. With a triumphant growl, Daddy pulls his cock out of my hole. The iron , cruel condom tightens around Daddy's cock. coated in a gruesome mix of my blood and ass fluids. a terrified, bloody view of something that is buried deep inside me. Daddy rips it off with a savage jerk, the metal cruel condom ripping off his cock with a sliding wet sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Daddy tosses the bloodied condom aside onto my body, his eyes never leaving my pain-filled gaze. You're almost there, baby, he purrs, his voice thick with lust. Now, it's time for the real fun. He aligns his bare, throbbing cock with the ravaged, gaping hole before him. His cockhead already slick with blood and precum, leaking from my hole. With a brutal, unyielding force, he drives himself back in, filling me completely. Fuckkkk…… i yell, wile i feel daddys bare cock filling my bloody wet hole. my feet pulling against the ropes to break free You are going to love this, Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with excitement. He grabs my face with one hand, forcing our eyes to meet. Feel me, baby. Feel the power of a real man's cock in you , he growls. Daddy starts to thrust hard and deep, his movements now more deliberate and controlled. The fluids from my hole mixed with blood, on his hand as he held my face, his thumb caressing my cheek leaving a crimson streak. Each stroke of Daddy's cock sends waves of agonizing pleasure through my body, and despite the pain, I can't help but moan. The sensation of Daddy's bare cock inside me is almost too much to handle. The pain has become a white-hot blaze that consumes every thought, but somehow, it's a pain that feels right My eyes lock onto Daddy's, the fear and desire reflected in them, like a mirror showing my own tumultuous emotions. The warmth of Daddy's hand contrasts with the coldness of my own fear and desire, but it's a comfort in the storm of agony. . My body moves with Daddy's, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge of unbearable pleasure. I can feel the warmth of Daddy's cum building, the pressure inside of me, and I know what's coming. My eyes glaze over his black smartwatch to see if it will show his status. His cock, wet and rubbing inside me. He is groaning . Pre- cum is leaking from his bare cock, deep into my teared-up and bloody hole. His love and DNA flowing inside of me, coating my insides. My eyes hold their gaze on his watch when it starts to light up red. Within it, it shows the text... Full-blown toxic poz. I moan out loud as soon as I see this... Fuck yeah!!! Encouraging the daddy to fuck me even harder and deeper. Fuck me, fuck me, I whisper softly, almost in a begging way. I finally have a real poz top between my legs, using my hole as his fuck toy. And I definitely don't want to disappoint him. I keep my gaze on his watch, which switches automatically to the next text on the red screen. His smartwatch shows he has nearly 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood... I moan out loud in fear and lust. I have a full-blown toxic cock buried deep in my ravaged hole, leaking his toxic seed, finding a way into my torn-up hole to my bloodstream. Fuckkkk . Will this daddy be the one? My moans grow louder, my body trembling with the anticipation of being fully claimed by this toxic, dominant man. Daddy's eyes bore into mine, his pupils dilated with lust. Daddy and I can feel his orgasm approaching, his cock swelling inside of me. Daddy's groaning , his need to claim his newest conquest growing more urgent with each passing second. His hand tightens around my face as he whispers, "You're about to become number 422, baby boy. Are you ready to take my gift?" I feel his cock swell in me, the veins bulging and pulsing with the force of his climax. My cries of pain and pleasure spur him on, his hips driving into me without mercy. The head of his cock brushes against my prostate, sending jolts of electricity through both our bodies. Daddy's breath comes in ragged gasps, and he can feel his load boiling over, eager to be unleashed into my torn and bloodied ass. "Here it comes," he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction, "You're going to get everything I've got." Oh... oh fuck, Daddy," I gasp , my eyes glazed over with a mix of agony and ecstasy. "Give it to me... all of it," I beg, my voice hoarse from screaming. My body arches off the bed, the ropes digging into my skin as Daddy's bare cock plunges deep into my ravaged hole. The pain is unbearable, but I want more. I need Daddy to fill me, to mark me as one of his own, to make me one of the lucky 422. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and desire as I feel Daddy's toxic cock deep in me, holding it deep in me, filling me. Pre- cum coats my insides with a mix of blood and cum. "I... I want it," I whimper , my voice barely a whisper. "Make me... make me yours." You are mine, baby, Daddy growls, his teeth clenched with the effort of holding back. But my desperate pleas push him over the edge. With a roar that shakes the very foundations of the hotel room, Daddy releases his toxic seed into my ravaged ass. His cum is hot and thick, pumping deep into my hole with each powerful thrust . His hips buck and jerk, his cock pulsing as he starts to empty himself completely into me , filling my torn, bloody hole with his potent, infectious load. My body shudders with each spurt, my muscles tightening around Daddy's shaft as I take the gift that is being bestowed upon me. Daddy's cock convulses within me ; I feel the heat of Daddy's climax spread through my own body. The pain has reached another peak, but so has the pleasure. My prostate is bombarded with each pulse of Daddy's cum, the intensity sending shockwaves through my entire being , causing my own cock to erupt and spurt ropes of cum that arc over my stomach and chest, a visual symphony of ecstasy painted on my own body. With a final shuddering thrust , Daddy pulls out, leaving my gaping hole to spurt a mix of cum and blood. He looks down at my body, covered with my own cum. clearly a sense of pride swelling with daddy, a smile on his face. Daddy wipes his cock clean on the sheets, leaving a red bloody smear behind. "Look at what you've become," he murmurs, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. "Number 422. My little trophy." He leans in and kisses me, his tongue touching my lips, tasting the salty sweetness of fear and lust. My body trembles uncontrollably as the aftershocks of my intense orgasm subside. I can feel the sticky warmth of Daddy's cum inside me, mingling with my own DNA . My eyes flutter open, and I look up at Daddy with a mix of awe and terror. "Did... did you do it?" I whisper , my voice shaking. "Oh, I did it all right," Daddy says with a smug chuckle, a wicked glint in his eye. "You're mine now, boy. Part of my poz club. My DNA is deep in you and will change you." He laughs and watches the camera on the ceiling . I hope they made some good tapes of this... with that, he turns back to me, ramming his fingers deep into my hole. A feeling of pain and tearing fills my hole again. I can feel his fingers and nails tearing and scratching my insides on purpose . A moan leaves my mouth while I'm still bound on the bed. but let's be sure... that it takes... he whispers to me... I'll fuck and breed you all night, boy... I nod to him. Yes, daddy. I'm yours to use and to infect. Give me every load you can... ------------ Well Jake..... And daddy did. He fucked me the whole night, every time he could do it again. he fucked me while my legs were bound some more times. he eventually freed me , but I bent over for him all night willingly. I rode his cock, he fucked me in the bathroom, on the floor, against the wall, you name it. I even put his cruel condom on his cock again, and rode him. it was one hot bloody cummy sticky mess. so... well . I'm not sure... but the chance is pretty big ; his DNA is now swimming in my veins , turning me... and if not... my hole is so torn up, with every load I'm still going to take this holiday, the chances are really big. thank you jake.... with the match you gave me, you have probably sealed my destiny, and given me what I chased. I can't thank you enough . with that, he changed his seating position again, because of his hurting hole. and I ... I can just listen while my cock just got rock hard, sitting here with Leroy at breakfast.

When you enjoy getting loads. when you realize that you where born for this. when you realize you want more loads so you start cruising getting as much loads as possible. That might indicate you're a cheap whore, but you like it. And that's fine.

U=U you wanna say some to them fine, if not fine, you’re not risking anything. if you’re not on meds and fucking your woman who can get pregnant and not saying anything, you’re a piece of shit. not cool to potentially bring a newborn into the world with HIV. I fully understand this is a fetish site, but bring anything kid related into it, is IMO vile. I know poz guys who have had kids because they treated. knowingly violating people who can have children is fully wrong.

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.

I became a cum-addicted drug-fueled sex addict...and this is my story... Back around 2008 I traveled a lot for business and...truth be told...I was drinking a fair amount and getting super-horny while travelling on the road. About this time, I really started to uncover my sexuality, and I started to realize I am very much bisexual (more like polyamorous or hyper sexual…basically I will have sex with just about anyone). I started cruising and looking to hook up on the road on apps like Craigslist (initially) and Adam4Adam…exploring my sexuality, especially the oral bottom side of me. Wind the clock forward to today and I am mostly a top attracted to smaller, (much) younger, and twinkier guys and/or trans. I started looking for guys that needed a good blowjob or an ass to fuck. I was more bottom back in the early days (but I have demonstrated I am certainly Li lol versatile). I would often arrange to have guys stop by my hotel room to find the door open, lights down low, me naked and either kneeling and blindfolded…or ass up in bed. I developed a real fetsih for sucking and getting fucked by big black cocks (I’m a medium-sized white guy). There were many hot stories from this time period…mostly traveling the east coast and places like North Carolina and Atlanta (where there were lots of horny black guys looking to fuck a hungry white ass). I hosted many anonymous men for hook-ups...including a few gang bangs and once the running of a train on my turned out asshole. I was mostly an oral bottom but did enjoy the asses of a few smooth twinks now and then. I have a real penchant for young, smooth, skinny twinks and femboys. Later, in 2014 I changed jobs with even more travel and it took me to the San Diego area for long stays. It was during some of those late nights looking for hook-ups that I started seeing guys up late partying, and it was then that I met for the first time a guy who was parTying….and I fell in love with it right from that first experience. I hope you don’t mind me sharing my history and my partying stories. I enjoy reliving some of this past…as it takes me right back to those horny sessions and let’s me re-live the drug-fueled scene in my brain. And so with that…here is chapter 1 of Diary of a CumsluT Chapter 1 - The First Time I met him on-line….making a connection around 10pm on a Tuesday night on Adam4Adam (these were the days of Craigslist and A4A….years before Grindr). His profile said “hung bbc parTy top” and I was immediately interested…especially since I already had given two anonymous blowjobs that evening in my hotel room and I was horny to get fucked. After some back and forth I invited him to stop by my hotel room. I was in the North San Diego area and in town on business all week. Luckily tomorrow was a light work day so I could hunt for cock and not worry about staying up too late...man was that a bad idea! He said he would bring parTy supplies and some toys…and I agreed but didn’t fully understand what that meant. I was already naked, shaved smooth, and cleaned out by the time he arrived…a muscular black man that was confident and in control….a subtle air of dominance. It wasn’t long before I was on my knees after he arrived and settled into my room…unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down to expose a dirty bulging jockstrap. He also pulled out his backpack to unpack and organize a variety of supplies on the desk as I fondled and kissed at his bulge….lube, poppers, several dildos, a few different sized butt plugs, and then a shaving kit which turned out to hold his party supplies…which included a torch, glass pipe and a small baggie of white crystalline powder. He asked if I had some good porn to watch and I pulled up a few gay porn sites for him on my laptop, watching with curiosity as he loaded up the glass pipe with a few large shards of the white crystals from the baggie and fired up the pipe with the small torch...slowly melting the shards and slowly creating a white smoke within the bulb of the glass pipe. He first demonstrated by taking a hit if the pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as he smiled from the rush...and then showed me how to hit the pipe and blow a big cloud. The rush was instantaneous...and intense. Even as I was exhaling and blowing my first cloud out from my lungs I blurted out…"can I buy some of this from you before you leave?" I was in love with Tina from that first hit as my head spun and I immediately felt like Superman...a very horny Superman. After 3 hits I was flying and hungry for sex as I began to rub the growing lump in his bulging crotch. It wasn’t long before he was pressing down on my shoulders and I suddenly found myself on my knees…face to face with his large bulging crotch. I pressed my face into the bulge off of his jockstrap and inhaled his dark masculine musk through my nose...causing my cock to twitch and leak a drip of pre-cum. I began loaning and mewling with a hungry desire and instantly became his sweet little submissive cocksucker in that moment, rubbing my face into his hard bulge and blowing my warm breath into his well-filled jockstrap…licking at the growing wet spot in the soft cotton pouch from his leaking cock... I had become a sweet little cocksucker hungry to be fed. After a few more hits on the pipe and swapping shotguns as he forced his cloud into my lungs….i began a very lengthy, very focused cocksucking session…a session like none-other before as i was never so focused or motivated to suck cock and give pleasure as I was in that moment…high on Tina and kneeling in that darkened hotel room…kneeling between this dom black god’s muscular, spread open legs. I was exactly where I was meant to be. He began to flip through some hardcore gay porn and would occasionally take a big slow hit of the pipe. I was flying high on meth for the first time and totally focused on this black god’s snake of a 10-inch cock…my warm wet mouth sucking on his foreskin and kissing on that smooth plump head, my tongue licking at the length of his veiny shaft and my lips stretching to take in the girth of this large black cock that was now standing at full attention in my face and in mouth…working the fat, engorged plum-sized head with extra diligence…making it wet with spit with a nice tongue-bath and using my lips and tongue to worship the sensitive frenulum underneath his bloated glans, licking and sucking on the fat meaty helmet-shaped knob. “Yeah boy…get to work now. I’m gonna lie back and enjoy your mouth and throat for awhile!”, he mumbled as his hands came down into my field of vision and I pulled my head back so that he could apply a thick silicone cock ring around his hard cock and bloated balls...making his cock even stiffer and making it jut out even more pronounced and veiny…and his big egg-shaped balls bulging in their nutsack...just as I like them...the cockring causing his ripe nuts to bulge…over-ripe and bloated full of man-seed…readying themselves to be relieved of their thick creamy load right down my sucking gullet. I was also being motivated by this black stud's responsive groans, soft grunts, and the low moans issuing from deep in his throat above me as I began to go to work with my lips, tongue, and warm mouth. Every 5 minutes or so I would hear the torch fire as he took another hit…lazily hitting the pipe and watching porn as he got his big snake of a cock sucked by his new little cocksucking bitch…me!. And so I began a lengthy cock worshipping session...several times raising my head up to lock lips so he could shotgun his exhaled cloud into my lungs and on several occasions sucking on the pipe as he fired the bowl to get a big lungful of smoke myself…blowing my cloud on the tip of his cock and down around the length of his meaty shaft as I squeezed the base and felt how fully alive his cock was as the blood pulsed through the girth of his thick meaty shaft. I love sucking a hard ringed up cock…and his was perfection! I somehow remembered that one of his texts said he was stopping by directly after a hard workout at the gym? No shower?…PERFECT! I pressed my face into the sweaty moistness that I found deeper in his crotch, inhaling deeply at the dark, intoxicating male muskiness that I found there…my nose crinkled at the distinctly sour black man-scent as I pushed my face deeper, huffing his musk and imprinting his dark scents into my hungry cocksucker’s brain. God do I love the strong overpowering sweetly sour man-scent of a horny black man’s crotch. To this day I can’t get enough and Ama slave to it. My consciousness collapsed down to focus on the action of my hungry cocksucker’s mouth as it worked on that smooth, slick, bulging cockhead…beginning to work the skin back and worship it. His cock became a bar of steel with a fat plump head and a big thick vein running down the length of it. I used my tongue to trace and lap at his veiny shaft...becoming obsessed with working that big vein with soft licks and gentle kisses. But my man was flying and he needed more, and he showed his impatience for getting deeper into my warm silky throat...and eventually…inevitably….his large strong hand found the back of my head as he began guiding my sucking mouth further down…showing me how he wanted his cock sucked…teaching me how to be the best cocksucker for him in that moment….connecting us as if one as I became focused on the thought of becoming the best cocksucker I could be for him…for this cock….for me….focused, dedicated, submissive, subservient…hungrily committed to giving the maximum pleasure with my mouth and throat that I could possibly give in that moment. “Yes, baby….that’s it, baby…you're doing so good, baby. Go to work for Daddy...go to work for that big 5-day nutt that Daddy’s gonna feed you. And after I squirt my juice into your belly…Daddy’s gonna put my second nutt deep up in your white-boy pussy.” I loved his strong commands and words of encouragement…it fueled me to suck him even better. He kept flipping through hardcore gay porn in between hits on the pipe….telling me the kinds of porn he liked....how he especially liked black guys double penetrating skinny white boys the best. He told me he was trying to get a friend to stop by so they both could get up in my stretched hole at the same time. I groaned at the thought and mumbled something to the effect…”yes sir…please sir.” His cock leaked a big dollop of sweet tasting pre-cum into my mouth in response to my begging. Another hit of the pipe and then a fresh bottle of poppers appeared at my nose. I couldn’t imagine flying higher…but the combination of blowing a big cloud and then getting poppered up drove me into a cock sucking frenzy….lost in the haze of Tina and poppers and the big cock that I was put on earth to serve. He leaned forward and pushed his big hands down my back, finding my smooth asscheeks….pulling them apart as his long fingers explored my smooth crevice and started massaging my tight little pink pucker. I am naturally smooth except some hair in my asscrack (which I had shaved earlier), so now I was as smooth as porcelain. It was clear this man appreciated my smooth clean butt and wanted more of that. “Daddy’s gonna need to work this little pussy-hole open...make it blossom and sing....mmmmmmmmhhhh...so tight and just begging to blossom open.” He mumbled as he worked a spit-covered finger up to the knuckle into my tight sphincter. “I’m gonna give you a booty bump to get that pussy-hole hungry for Daddy’s cock…and then you need to get this big 5-day nutt down your pussy throat.” And with that encouragement I felt him bring a small thin injector to the lips of my hole and then plunge it inside. He pushed it about 2 two inches into my quivering asshole and the hit the plunger...forcing a small amount of a slippery liquid into my flexing rectum. It burned like hell right from the start. "What the hell is that?", I shrieked...and to which he replied..."Don't worry, the burning sensation will pass...and it will be replaced by a warmth and an insatiable need to get fucked. That's called a booty bump and it is lube laced with quite a bit of Tina." I relaxed and went back to focusing on his cock that needed my attention..fat and glistening with my spit. I got back to work like the dutiful little cocksucker I had become, Slowly…inexorably…I pushed him deeper down into my throat...feeling the soft tissues of my throat open and stretch... my neck bulging full of cock as I kept my focus and started going down further…sliding his length deeper…as the poppers helped me to relax and open my throat… pressing his fat knob first against the back of my throat...causing me to gag and then push through the resistance…stretching my throat open and suppressing my gag reflex…my throat juices wetting his fat head as I worked myself open to take all of his thick 9 inches deeper…working my throat muscles to suckle and milk his engorged cockhead like a sucking mouth in my throat...until finally the resistance disappeared and he sank balls deep into my warm silky gullet. Once I was able to get my throat open and take him deep it then became easier to fully engulf his length as my nose became buried in his curly black pubes and his big bull nuts got squished and rested on my chin. A firm hand came to the back of my head and held me down...holding me down with a throat full of cock…forcing me to serve his cock and milk it with my flexing throat muscles. Flying high and sucking cock the best I possibly could. I pulled back in order to breath and then I began to use my active tongue to lick at the tip and up and down his big beautiful black veiny shaft…using wet lips to kiss and suck my way up and down his thick veiny shaft...eventually finding his big cum-congested nuts in their bloated ballsack and giving them a loving wet tongue-bath, using thick wet licks and eventually taking each one in turn into my warm sucking mouth...trying valiantly to get both nuts and his whole ballsack into my stretched open mouth but I just couldn’t do it. I began to worship his ripe, semen-filled balls until he spread his legs wide open, totally relaxed and asking me to really go to town on his balls....so I did! Eventually I got both his nuts in my stretched open mouth...my mouth now full of ripe nuts and my lips encircling the root go his balls and strangling them just like he wanted. I worshipped his balls for what felt like an hour Waking up from as if in a trance...I finally pulled off his nuts with a loud slobbery pop and moved my head back up his shaft and took a big hit of poppers...knowing full well that I was going to go work on his big cock...go for the run up to his nutting down my eager throat. Soon I was in all fours between his legs…rocking my whole body back and forth to take as many of his steely inches as I could…often going down to the root and burying my nose in his pubes, only to slowly pull back to kiss at the tip and then re-start the round trip all over again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic sound of “gluck….gluck…gluck…” as I rocked back and forth and his cock punched and pounded away at my pussy throat…his fat cockhead smashing over and over again into the soft tissues of my sucking throat as I forcefully stretched myself open to milk his cockhead and take his whole length. His thick cock was stretching my throat and now I could take him fully…despite him being too fat for a normal throat...too fat to get through the final constrictions of a normal throat…but mine was not a normal throat. I was flying high on Tina and I was now the Throat Goat. He took the opportunity to hold my head down and raise his hips forcefully, humping himself up to thrust himself deeper and blowing out past the final barrier in my throat to easily fuck his last few inches into my stretched throat…bulging out my neck as I now more easily took his full length…now with my nose pressed into the tight wiry curls of his damp musky pubic hair. I couldn’t breathe…my airway was blocked by thick cock…but I didn’t care and would have happily died right there and then...asphyxiated by thick black cock if I was allowed to...I was that focused on this beast of a cock that I was sucking…intensely concentrating with my every fiber of my soul...so focused that I forgot that I needed to breathe and almost passed out . I didn’t care as I had given myself totally over to sucking cock and my airway being blocked was just one of the consequence of my devotion “Awwwww mannnn…you gonna get this nutt…you gonna get this nutt…you…gonna…get…this…big creamy nutt!”. The man stopped me one last time for another big hit from the glass pipe and a shotgun of forced cloud into my lungs...and then the need to unload hit him with full force... "Ahhhhhhhh.....fuuuuuck son...you're gonna get this nutt...shhhhhhhhhiittttttt…go get your creamy reward baby-boy...go get it!!"... ...and with that he started a new rhythm, fucking his hips forward and working in synch with my rocking motion as I thrust my body back and forth and bobbed my head up and down to slide his thick cock down my throat...and then he pulled my head down onto his cock using a big strong hand on the back of my head as he thrust his hips up...spearing his hard cock into the soft tight warmth of my gullet...skull fucking me and raping my throat until I felt all resistance gone and I became his cum receptacle...at last a place for him to bury his seed and fill up with cum. And just then, I felt his nuts tighten up against his body and a big blast of his creamy seed pulse up the big shaft of his cock. "Oohhhhhh shit boy....here it comes!" He was buried in my throat and so I never tasted the first several blasts of his cum as he blasted his load straight down my gullet and into my waiting belly. I love milking an exploding cock by working with throat muscles...milking it to relieve it of its heavy load. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth and throat and I knew he was injecting his heavy seed load directly down my throat as I felt the warmth of his cum fill my belly...and after the first 4 or 5 heavy squirts, I pulled back and was rewarded with a big mouth full of thick heavy cream that I mostly swallowed and then let some of the next few pulses dribble from the corners of my mouth to leak and drip down my chin. “Awwww fuuccckkkk…that’s good boy! Milk my cock with that warm mouth and pussy-throat boy." He let me continue to suckle and milk his spent cock...my favorite part as I used my tongue and sucking throat ,ilk the final remnants of his load from his nuts....eventually pulling back to smack my tummy lips and lick the dredges of his sperm from my lips and chin. To this day I love to show my feeder how much I appreciate him feeding me his big creamy load and I like wearing his cum around on my face as a show of gratitude. “Now get up here and show me that little pussy hole of yours…I bet that booty bump is working it's magic and has that hole all warmed up by now!”.

I just came to this!!!!

Let it be whatever the person wants. I believe it is just the natural way to have sex. The vast majority of us wouldn’t be here if condoms had been used.

O man, I love to play with another bottom. Licking the cum out of his open hole and drinking his piss and talk about filthy porn and fantasys which have to be fulfilled. No you are not the only one

I love rimmin a hole in its natural state so I love rimming a smooth hole on a naturally hairless boy but if I’m going down on a Bear or a Daddy I want his hole surrounded by thick fur. Nothing tastes or smells better than a man’s hairy arse.

Masters and doms I need reassurance of what a good pig I've been. I'm now starting week 3 of a 4 week chastity challenge where I am not permitted to orgasm or cum for any reason or else it gets me and the other subs in the challenge additional weeks of being locked. I've been so locked and horny this past week I've been taking loads every day and even on my lunchbreak at work, there's not been a night for the past 5 days that I haven't had a man's fist up inside me either punching me out or jerking himself off. I've been absolutely desperate to be used, much moreso than usual, with me cancelling any plans if it meant I could get some stranger's load fucked into me. I'm spending mornings straining in my cage watching videos of the guys from the night before pulling my hole out around their wrists. I'm not gonna cum, I'm not allowed to but the rules of the challenge are that I have to tell any guy who asks about my chastity all about the rules, and there's a few guys including my regular master who are talking about how they're deliberately gonna make me cum just so I never get out of chastity and I'm frightened because the idea turns me on so much. Staying this horny and desperate to be used and wrecked.

Hahahaha I’ve had similar experiences. And realizing how much I enjoyed it. That being said I cycle in and out of this, I want to enjoy working and enjoying other things in life. But the cumdump is always there and needs to be fed and stroked and loved also 🐽💦💦💦

An individual's status is a fluid thing. Granted, you know if you are poz or negative, or at least you should. But viral load, and being detectable? Well, ask me after my next lab. I have gone from being virtually undetectable, to having a viral load over a million. Now, do guys update their status on their profiles? Probably not. That profile may have been created six months ago - and their situation may have changed. I don't ask questions about status and viral load, but I am honest when asked by a guy who I am going to hook up with. NKP is like the wild, wild west. No one seems to care, almost everyone is poz and their sexual interests vary. Guys that are on more "mainstream" sites often have an account on NKP where they can express their wild side. In my geographic area, the guys on Sniffies, are also on NKP and possibly BBRT. Do you think they bother to change their status after every doctor's visit? Probably not. So if you're concerned about that subject I wouldn't go by the profile, I would ask them directly before you hook up if it concerns you. Because some guys just don't bother to let you know..... Not saying they are all meaning to be deceptive, more like lazy. If you have a concern, I would proceed with caution. For me, I just don't care.

Chapter Three: Coach Daniel woke up to pure pleasure. His mind was ablaze with erotic sensations as he slowly came to consciousness…and felt Tommy’s tongue probe deep into his ass, licking at the young jock’s hole… “What?” Daniel said, moving away from the man. Tommy wiped his face, “What’s wrong stud? You get shy all of a sudden?” The jock looked confused for a moment and then the last hour came back to him and he felt his stomach lurch, “Oh god…” Trevor chuckled from the bar, “Yeah you called that out more than a few times.” Daniel felt his face burn with shame as he got off the bed and slipped on his shorts. Tommy stopped him, “Nope, go shower, wash the cum out of your ass, and put on a jockstrap…the tightest one you got.” The young jock opened his mouth to protest and then remembered he didn’t have any choice in the matter. He stormed off to the bathroom while Tommy walked over and sat down next to John, “Ok he’s gone, you can admit it.” John looked at the man, “I don’t know what you mean.” Tommy leaned forward and grabbed John’s hard cock through his pants, “I saw you watching daddy, you were into it.” He slapped Tommy’s hand away, “I did not…I was…” Trevor chuckled, “It’s ok pops, you’re on some serious drugs right now, everything should be turning you on, least of all your stud son moaning like a slut. You raised one hot motherfucker, you should be proud.” John stammered, not sure what to say when Daniel walked out, hair damp, wearing a tight, white jockstrap, barely holding his cock in place. “I am going to fall out of this!” he complained. Tommy walked over and adjusted the straps over the boy’s smooth ass, “Kinda the point stud,” he squeezed the boy’s ass, “Go put on your letterman jacket.” Daniel opened his mouth to ask why and then closed it, going across the room and putting the jacket on. Trevor walked over to him, holding out a pill, “You need a booster.” The jock looked down at the pill and sighed, he wanted to plead with the man that he didn’t want to do this, to let him go…but he knew all it would do was make him look weak. He took the pill and then washed it down with the shot he handed him. Trevor handed him a bottled water, “Drink up, this shit will dry you out…I can’t have you passing out.” Daniel downed the cold water and could feel the liquid move down his throat in the most pleasing way…he could feel the drug’s effect growing stronger. He down the bottle and tossed it aside, “So who’s next?” Trevor grinned, “This guy has one kink and one kink only, you have to refer to him as coach. That’s it, treat him like you would your coach and you’re fine.” “My coach wouldn’t be trying to fuck me,” Daniel said. Tommy chucked from the bar, “Don’t be too sure of that stud, I bet a lot of people would try if they thought it would work.” The young jock felt himself blush as the compliment hit home and then he realized what they were saying, “I’m not…” Trevor held his hand up, “…a fag, got it bud. You tell yourself whatever you need to as long as get through the night,” his phone beeped, “I need to take this.” and he walked away. John walked over to his son, “You ok?’ Daniel nodded, feeling the drugs kick in and his tension and dread begin to fade away, “As well as I can…” he looked at his dad, “Did I…did I like it as much as I remember?” He put a hand on Daniel’s shoulder, “You’re drugged son, it doesn’t mean anything.” “So that’s a yes,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not a fag…” John smiled, “I know son.” But even as he said it John felt himself look down at the massive bulge in his son’s jock…it was a thick piece of meat even soft… “Ok, showtime!” Trevor said breaking the man out of his trance, “He’s on his way up, daddy, take a seat, you ready boy?” Daniel sighed, “Do I have a choice?” Trevor paused and leaned in, “Let me bring you in on the secret kid, you always have a choice, it’s just a matter of if you decide to take them or not. Like for example, me and my brother could try to skip out on the people we owe money to, but we’d end up buried in the desert with the other guys they fucked over, or we could use you to get the money. I could choose to watch my brother get shot in the back of the head, but instead, I choose to do this. You could walk out of here, we won’t stop you, but I’ll release that video and you’d have to deal with the fallout,” he paused, “But I think you’re going to choose to do this too, right?” Slowly Daniel nodded, taking a new look at these guys he had assumed were just evil fucks. They were not much older than he was, Tommy was no older than 20, and Trevor maybe 22…Daniel had just assumed they were older because… There was a knock on the door and the moment was broken. Trevor looked at the boy, “What’s the rule?” “Call him coach.” He nodded, “You got this,” and walked over to the door. Trevor welcomed a massive man, nearly as wide as the door he crouched slightly to walk in. He smiled and shook Trevor’s hand as Daniel sized him up. He was older, maybe pushing 50, graying hair, Tony Stark beard, he was wearing a nylon windbreaker that covered his caveman-sized frame. He wasn’t fat, not at all, he was just a wall of a man. He honestly looked like every football coach Daniel had seen at school. The man walked over to Daniel, his eyes moving up and down the jock’s lean body. Daniel tried not to shiver at the inspection. The man stood in front of Daniel, “Boy.” Swallowing hard Daniel replied with, “Coach.” He smiled and nodded slightly, “Looking good, lemme see the goods, turn around.” Daniel slowly turned around, when his back was to the man, he stopped him. His large hands moved up Daniel’s smooth ass, “Nice form, when was the last time you worked glutes?” Daniel looked back at the man, “Um…last week?” He felt the man’s fingers move under the straps of his jockstrap and he shivered slightly… “Let’s go do some squats, I’ll spot you.” Daniel nodded, his mind foggy up a little as he walked towards the weights. He started to take the jacket off and the man stopped him, “Leave it on, here…let’s put some plates on.” They loaded a few 45s on the bar and Daniel got under it, bracing it on his shoulders. It wasn’t anywhere near heavy enough to need a belt so he bent his knees and lifted the bar up. Taking a deep breath he slowly went down, bending his knees… “SHIT!” he cried as he felt the man’s tongue lick his ass as he got lower. The man’s hands steadied him as he rose up, Daniel closed his eyes, knowing what was coming. He slowly went down, and he felt his cheeks part as the tongue danced around his hole… “Oh god…” he panted as he held his ass there before he realized what he was doing. He lifted the bar again, horrified to find his cock plumping up. He wanted to throw the bar off and run, but it was like Trevor said…it wasn’t the choice he was going to make. He slowly went down and again the hands spread his cheek and Daniel shivered as that tongue slid into his hole, probing the jock’s ass tentatively. The teen grunted as raw pleasure shot through his body, he stayed there, letting the older man ravish his ass with his tongue, whimpering the whole time. It was both incredibly pleasing yet strange all at once, causing mixed feelings to stir inside him. As they continued in this way, sweat dripped down onto his brow and his head began to spin, almost making him lose focus momentarily. But then something new happened - his throbbing erection slipped free from his jock strap. The man moved his hand around and began to slowly stroke the boy's massive cock as he continued to lick his hole. "Unnnhh...," groaned Daniel, barely able to catch his breath. The sensation grew more intense as the boy found himself rocking back onto the man's mouth, his cock leaking profusely. Every nerve ending seemed to ignite with blissful ecstasy, creating an indescribably arousing feeling coursing throughout his entire being. Despite feeling dizzy and disorientated, he clung desperately to the railing as he fought against the urge to collapse from sheer pleasure. The man pulled his tongue and slapped the boy's ass, "Ok, let's try some bench press." Daniel racked the squat bar and adjusted his cock. At his size there was no putting it back, so he tucked it under the waistband and laid down on the weight bench as the man put plats on either side. Daniel looked up as the man put both hands on the bar, “Ready?” Daniel nodded as he lifted the bar, again at this weight he didn’t need any help but he knew this was all theater for the man, so he went with it. As the bar went down so did coach, Daniel realized he could look up the man’s shorts and saw his insanely thick cock peeking out the side of one leg. It came close to his face as Daniel pushed the bar up, with each rep the cock hardened, until the head was a couple inches out…as the bar went down the cock lowered… And Daniel opened his mouth as it slid into him. With each push of the bar, the man would thrust deeper into the teen, moans escaping both their lips as pleasure coursed through their bodies. Every thrust became longer, harder, and deeper as the room filled with passionate gasps and animalistic growls. Daniel racked the bar as he kept sucking the man's cock, pulling himself up by the bar as he did pulls ups as he sucked the man off. “Oh, that’s it, boy,” the man growled, “You got it…you got it all.” Daniel was in a daze as he kept pulling up to swallow the beer can thick cock. Distantly he knew he should stop, he should be disgusted, but the man looked so much like a coach and the weight bench…it all put the jock at ease and he became more and more turned on by the massive cock trying to lodge down his throat. The man moaned loudly, filling Daniel's ears with sounds of pure lust. With every movement, another part of the world disappeared behind the dark curtain of desire that had descended upon them. Daniel couldn't even say how long ago he lost track of time or place anymore. Everything faded away, to him, there were only two people, flesh melding together in an unbridled dance of primal passion. The man groaned and then pulled his cock out of the teen’s mouth, “Shit…god damn boy, you’re going to make me cum!” Daniel was sickened to find his cock twitch at the thought of it. Coach stripped off his shorts, leaving himself naked, and went over to the lat pulldown station. He adjusted the weight and looked back, “This is next.” The boy stood, his long legs wobbled as he walked over to the man, he waited for the man to move from the seat and then realized…he wasn’t. The man had a bottle of lube in his hand and was greasing up his cock, he then pulled Daniel closer and spread the boy’s cheeks as he slid two fingers into him. The jock grunted as he felt his hole stretch as the lube was applied liberally. Once done he sat on the man’s lap facing him. The giant cock slid through his cheeks as he sat, the man pulled the bar down and gestured for Daniel to grab it. He reached up and took hold and the coach stopped pulling, the boy was raised as he realized the weight was way heavier than him. The cock slid up as the coach pulled the bar back down, and the cock trolled his ass again. The coach did this a few times to let the boy get the rhythm and then paused. “Ready?” Daniel nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Coach pulled the bar down as Daniel felt the cock nudge his hole, closing his eyes he pushed down as it slowly penetrated him. The jock moaned as he felt the man’s thick cock stretch his tiny, little jock hole wide. His head was thrown back as he felt half of the cock enter him before the coach raised the bar, causing the boy to rise. “Fucking shit!” Daniel cried as he felt the cock slide through his ass, then before it could pop out the coach brought the bar down, pushing back into the teen forcefully. This time Daniel felt his ass hit the man’s lap and he knew he had all of it in him. “Such a good boy,” the man said as he raised the bar, causing the boy to whimper as he was fucked slowly again. As they got comfortable with the angle, the pace increased. Daniel felt his ass becoming adjusted to coach’s girth and he felt his cock starting to harden again. Then suddenly, the man yanked down on the bar, causing Daniel to arch his back as the man rammed home. Each forceful thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Daniel’s body. His muscles quivered involuntarily beneath the assault, and even though he knew logically what was happening, his body responded just as if he was in love with the act. The man moved with expert precision, lifting Daniel higher and bringing him back down with powerful strokes. Their combined groans echoed through the room, amplifying Daniel's excitement and increasing his desire to please, he found himself anticipating the impact and pushing down to meet it. Letting go of the bar, his arms wrapped tightly around the man's neck, seeking balance and support throughout the tumultuous ride. Each thrust made Daniel cry out in delight, his own pelvis rocking to meet the coach's motions. He pressed his hips down hard, impaling himself on that cock over and over. The pain was immense, his anal ring stretched beyond anything he thought possible, tears streaming down his face from the intensity of it all. Yet the drugs made the feeling its own pleasure – he began to crave the agony, yearned for it, wanting nothing more than to submit fully to the man savagely fucking him. Daniel was caught in the paradoxical dance of physical pain, mixed with erotic gratification. His heart raced, his blood pounded wildly in his veins, each throb of his member intensifying the torment. His mind screamed to resist, but his body gave itself over entirely, allowing the stranger to completely dominate him. “Oh yeah coach, fuck me…” he panted, “Fucking shit…right there!” The boy arched his back as he rode the man, the bar no longer needed. The teen’s smooth skin was covered with sweat as he impaled himself on that cock over and over, moaning like a common whore as he was fucked. The man grabbed onto the boy’s nipples and pinched, sending shivers running through the teen’s spine. Daniel threw his head backward, feeling like a feral creature in a rut. His cries were echoing through the room, sounding like those of an animal trying to mate. The sounds only further fueled his growing obsession with submitting totally to the dominant man taking control of him. “You like that boy? You like coach’s cock?” Daniel nodded, sweat flying from his hair, “Oh god coach…you’re so thick!” The older man chuckled, “Yeah little jock boys like you love it…come on boy, show me how much you want it…ride that cock!” Daniel slammed himself down, feeling the bull cock split him in half. The man leaned forward and began to gnaw on the jock’s neck, causing the boy to whimper and moan as he felt himself be marked, “Oh god…please coach!” The man suddenly stood up, leaving the boy impaled on his member. Daniel moaned as he felt himself be walked across the room, each step slamming that cock into him over and over. Coach slammed Daniel against the wall, fucking the boy like an animal as the jock wailed and sobbed. The brutality of the action left the athlete breathless yet still aching for more. Bloodied by his own desires, Daniel hungered after the pain, reveling in its harshness, begging for release that eluded him. The older man's rough handling brought forth deep groans from Daniel, driving the younger male into maddening arousal. Both their breaths quickened as their movements grew more frenzied, mirroring the chaos inside Daniel's turbulent mind. He was screaming at himself to stop this, but his hands clawed at the man’s back as he felt that cock own him. He had never felt such passion before, not with any girl, he was breathless as the man owned him completely. He shoved his whole length into the teen and moved forward to kiss him. Without hesitation, Daniel kissed him back, like a slobbering puppy he was desperate for the man’s affection and would do anything for it. As their tongues tangled together, hands grasped at each other feverishly, exploring every curve and edge of their respective bodies. Meanwhile, Daniel continued to impale himself on the man's monster cock, taking each stroke eagerly. "That's my good boy," said the coach approvingly, as they broke apart briefly. "You want coach to fuck your properly?" He asked playfully, squeezing one of Daniel's pecs possessively. “Please coach…please…” Daniel sobbed. The man walked Daniel over to the bed, making sure that cock never left the jock’s hole. As they fell onto the bed Daniel gasped as he felt the coach’s full-length slam into him, causing sparks of light to flare in his vision. The pain was excruciating, a sharp burning sensation coursed through every fiber of his being. Despite this, his insatiable appetite compelled him to take more, driving the coach into deeper delirium. Desperate to reach some kind of zenith, he clung to the man, both of them writhing and squirming underneath the weight of need and ecstasy. As the coach fucked the boy he reached down to the donkey-sized cock that was rubbing precum over his eight-pack. Daniel gasped as he felt the coach start to stroke him, “Look at my boy’s cock, why did God give you such a big cock boy? Why when you have such a tight little jock cunt?” Daniel couldn’t speak as he wrapped his long legs around the man and pulled him into his ass, needing every inch of his enormous cock. All he knew was pleasure as his thoughts burned, no more hesitation, no more denial, he slammed back onto the cock, wanting this to never stop. “FUCK ME COACH! FUCK YOUR GOOD BOY!” Daniel screamed as his toes curled, his balls beginning to tingle. The man sat up, pulling Daniel up with him, the full weight of the jock slamming him down onto the cock. Daniel felt the cock slam his clit one time too many and he let out a wail as his cock erupted with cum. “CUMMING!” Daniel cried as thick ropes of cum shot up, coating his chest and abs with his load. The man roared as the teen’s tight little cunt squeezed his cock and his load flooded his guts. In the middle of his orgasm, he felt the warmness of the man breeding him and began to shoot even more. His legs shook as he milked the bull cock for every drop of milk it had. The man collapsed on the jock, and they lay there, covered in sweat and cum. Daniels embraced the man, holding him close as his cock slowly slide out of his ass. When the man looked down at him Daniel moved up and kissed him, needing more, wanting more from him. They made out for a while, Daniel relishing the feel of the man’s weight on him. Finally, he pulled back, “Shit kid…you’re going to give me a heart attack.” Daniel moaned as he felt the man stand up, the cock sliding out of his hole. He felt empty and alone…he lay on the bed…moaning. John watched Tommy move over to the bed as the man and Trevor exchanged money. He saw his son pull Tommy down on top of him, kissing him passionately as he pulled his clothes off. Eventually, they were both naked, writhing on the bed as Tommy spread the young jock’s legs and began to fuck him. Trevor walked the man out and closed the door, “Hey man, we still have one more client, don’t stretch him out!” If Tommy heard his brother, he didn’t show it, slamming his cock into the boy as he held those ridiculously long legs apart, fucking the jock like he was a bitch. Daniel moaned, his head trashing back and forth as he whimpered, pushing his muscled ass back onto the man’s cock, needing more and more cock… Finally, Tommy groaned as his body trembled, emptying his balls into the eager stud. Daniel, feeling another load dumped into him cried out as he came, his gigantic cock erupting like a volcano over his smooth chest. John just stared as they both lay there, kissing, limbs entangled as they consumed each other. Trevor nudged John, “Don’t be sorry dad, you can clean up after the last one.” “Wha…no! I don’t…” Trevor cupped his hand over the man’s hard cock and winked, “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter dude, you’ve been in that ass and you want back in. No one here is going to judge.” John looked at his son, “He might.” Trevor watched the boy and his brother kiss and chuckled, “Somehow I doubt that.” As Tommy pulled the kid to his feet and led him to the bathroom, John had to wonder if the man was right.

@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.

Taking anonymously loads raw is very addictive. The first time I was barebacked flipped a switch in me. I was already on PrEP. I went from condoms only to no loads refused overnight. I also started wearing a blindfold at bathhouses so I would have no idea who was fucking me.

Well, i have one like that, as you can see in the pic of my pierced meat, but haven’t fucked with it 😉 i’m a 99% bottom, although i would like to experiment with my PA, and even try how it feels as a top once 🙂

Give me a nice hole I can lick before I fill it with my load and I am in heaven. Eating a nice ass or pussy even is prob one of my fav things to do outside of breeding.

Although I remain undetectable. I still have a hard time to reveal my truth to a guy I met. I want a relationship with him. But it hard to tell him upfront my truth. Some people view once you are positive-you are untouchable. I have reveal my status to certain negative guys. But a lot of them can’t comprehend U=U. They turn me away like a freak.

To be clear: you don't owe me or anyone else an explanation. But when someone posts about an experience publicly, it's available for others to comment upon. And no one else is obligated to react to something the same way I do, or the way anyone else does. Just because I find something sad doesn't mean it's categorically sad for everyone.

I applaud you. Doing the right thing isn't always easy. I handled my situation how I handled it and not much more to explain.

You probably have nothing to worry about. If this guy is taking one pill a day, where he was once taking 38, that's a reflection of the advancement of medicine, not that he's slacking off on his medication. Virtually all HIV treatment today consists of a single pill taken daily; those pills contain 3 or 4 separate medications that, together, do what it used to take a mass of medicines to do. Moreover, in most cases, those single-dose-per-day medications typically render the patient "undetectable", meaning that while he still has HIV, the level is so low in his system that it's not possible under any normal circumstances to transmit HIV to a partner. I can't advise you as to where you could find PEP in Berlin, but it honestly shouldn't be necessary, unless he was lying to you about being undetectable, or about being on medication, or he somehow managed to ejaculate in you in those five strokes. Incidentally, being a virgin does not make your rectum "a weak sucker for diseases".

Part 7 I was so happy that he wanted to spend more time with me. I didn't want to leave this bed with him inside me. "I like that idea I said...uh...my phone is in my pants." He laughed. "Ok. We have to do this slow. Just raise yourself up slowly." He held my hips and helped guide me off his still hard cock. I looked down as I lifted myself up and could see his cum leaking from my hole. I had never seen anything so hot before. Finally his head popped out and what looked like a flood of cum came out with it. "Woah I knew you must have shot a huge load but you could have drowned me with that." "That's what you did to me son." I couldn't help but feel proud. Which got me hornier. Whenever I came before this time I was relieved and would need at least half an hour or so before I felt like I wanted to cum again. This time even though I came a ton I didnt lose any of that feeling. I grabbed my sweatpants and pulled out my phone. I sent a message in the group chat between me and my parents and was set. I never needed their permission really. They just always wanted to know where I was. "Ok, we're set" I said and crawled back to Mr. Kelly, my teacher, my dad, my first. "How are you feeling son? You ok with what we did? How it happened?" "Yeah that was amazing. I wanna do that all the time. Like...now?" He laughed. "Someone's feeling less shy." I blushed. He was right and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. I suddenly worried that I would lose control. "I love it. I want you to keep sharing what you want and I want to keep teaching you those things and more." "Well...we've pretty much covered everything and more so everything else would be amazing." "I've got some ideas. If you think of anything else tell me and we can make it happen. It's best to explore new things with someone you trust. You trust me right son?" I nodded. I did. "Dad you just took my virginity and shot a huge load into me. I better trust you." We both laughed. "That's true son. The reality is that a lot of guys don't have their first times with someone they really trust so I'm glad you feel that way with me. So how about we shower and then we can turn on another movie and see what happens?" "Ok. Do you want to go first or should I?" "Oh uh ok why don't you go first. I'll get you a towel. Follow me and I'll show you where the bathroom is." We walked to the bathroom and he handed me a towel. "Oh I love those showers. I was at a hotel that had one once." "Yeah I had that rainfall showerhead put in just a couple weeks ago. It's amazing. I'll just be back in bed when you get out." He kissed my forehead and then walked out. My shower relaxed me again as I washed the cum and sweat off me. I was getting worked up again thinking about how I was getting clean for this man so he could fuck me again and get me dirty all over again. My hole was a little raw and it did feel a little sore when I ran my fingers and soap over it. But that didn't make me want it any less. When I came back to his room, he was sitting on his bed with shorts on and his laptop on his lap. I jumped up and sat with him with just the towel around me. "You smell good son. I'll take my turn now. Why don't you pick a movie this time?" "Ok. What site should I go to?" "You can go to any site you want but I do have a whole collection of stuff here in this folder. Up to you. Just know that I only have a certain type of video. I only have videos with bareback fucking and where the top cums inside the bottom. It's such a turn off for me if the top is wearing a condom or if the top pulls out and cums outside of the bottoms hole. What a waste." I never thought of it that way but I knew that after that day I would only watch bareback porn with the top cumming in the bottom. No wasted cum. He left to go take his shower while I looked around his folder. He had his folder divided into studio porn and amateur porn. He was so organized which made me laugh. I guess he really is a teacher. I looked to see if I recognized any of the studio porn that he had and turned a couple on. I was still in the habit of fast forwarding to the fucking and for these videos the part where the top came inside the bottom. He was right. It was really hot. I kept going back to the folder every couple minutes and then ended up in the amateur folder. There were a lot more videos in this folder and some folders inside it. I noticed that all of the folders in the amateur category had names on them. I randomly clicked on one called Justin. There were a few videos in the folder and I clicked on one. As it started I immediately recognized the room. It was Mr. Kelly's bedroom. Where I was sitting at that moment. There was another guy maybe a little older than me sitting right where I was. Right on the bed in shorts and a tshirt. And then I heard the familiar click. Mr. Kelly came into view with pipe in hand and brought it to the boy's mouth. He took a hit and blew a big cloud. I was fascinated and didn't hear Mr. Kelly walk in wearing just a towel. "I thought you might find one of my personal videos."

Part XIX I finally got up and went inside, my mind still completely messed up and conflicted. I needed to find my clothes and get clear away from here where I could actually think. Around here there were several guys now and seemed like they were all either running around nude or sucking and fucking. Made it hard to think straight with the way I had been fucked for the last two days. Found one of my friends and asked if he knew where my clothes were and he said they were either in the sling room or the bedroom upstairs. He wanted to know what I wanted with them or even needed them for? I told him I needed to get away to think. He just kind of shook his head and told me he didn't think I needed to make a decision as it seemed to be already made the way I was taking cock and cum in me. I just smiled and told him I had to do it. He then told me he would look around also and I headed for the sling room as it was on this floor anyway. Entering the room, I noticed there was a guy strapped in the sling tight. Must be a newbie I thought and he was being pounded good and hard and seemed to be at least 4 or 5 guys in line waiting for their turn. I pretty much searched everywhere I could in there but no sign of any of my clothes. I then headed upstairs to the bedroom to look. When I entered there, there were three guys on the bed and the bottom had both cocks in him being used for a nice DP. One of them looked around and I told him to not mind me, I was just looking for my clothes. I looked under the bed, behind the dresser and in the closet but no luck at all. Where the hell were my clothes at? I know I had some when we left the bar to come here and one of my friends told me they had stripped me when we got here so they had to be somewhere around. My horniness was finally going away as I searched. I then tried the bathroom. Not being horny and being alone in the bathroom my mind finally started to think a bit clearer. I looked at my self in the mirror and thought, oh hell, I need a shower badly. I was a mess. I opened a cabinet in there and found clean towels and turned on the water in the shower and as soon as the heat kicked in I jumped in. I scrubbed myself and the hot water felt so good. My muscles seemed to all ache from the ass pounding I had taken. I took particular care to turn my ass to the water and spread my cheeks to let the water run down my crack and then soaped and washed there good. God it was sore but felt much better now. Finally I got out and toweled off. Then I noticed a hamper I hadn't seen before. I opened it up to throw the towel in and lo and behold there seemed to be my clothes finally. I searched through the hamper and came up with my jeans, shirt and socks, but that was it, no underwear or my sneakers. Oh, well I didn't really need the underwear anyway but would have to find my shoes somehow. Before getting dressed I walked over to the sink to look in the mirror and decided I would comb my hair first. Just as I got my hair combed the door opened up and in walked my poz bud from the parade, his house, and three of my work buddies. They all wanted to know how I was feeling. I told them I was much better now that I had taken a shower and found most of my clothes. The parade guy told me my shoes were in the hall closet by the front door. They told me I had not had underwear on when we got here and that I must have lost them at the bar which brought a good laugh for everyone. Then they all wanted to know if I had decided anything yet or not. One of my work buddies said I had gotten a phone call from my wife and she had been told we were all drinking and playing poker. That brought another laugh as one of my buddies said poker hell it was definitely pokhim. I had while taking a shower and relaxed good actually had come to a decision and told them I had decided that I did not really want to become poz and was going to head out to the hospital and get some PEP again. I told them that maybe later on I would go for it but didn't think I was really ready yet. They were all frowning at that announcement though. They then told me I needed to see something else first.

Part XIV There I was, on the floor, too drunk to hardly move, someone pulling on my arm trying to drag me into that room, a guy trying to close the door and pushing me to go in, and two buddies trying to drag me back away from that room. I kind of glanced up to see who had ahold of my arm and think it looked like my bud from the parade. My two buddies each had a leg and trying to pull me away from there. Kind of a turmoil there for bit and with them pulling my legs my pants were starting to slip down and I could feel the cool floor on my bare ass. Then, one of my buddies yelled at the door guy to let me go as I was just there to support them and was straight. He yelped and let go and my buddies were able to drag me away from the door finally. My arm came free and the door closed and my buddies both went over backwards and we ended in a pile with my pants clear to my knees and me on my face and one buddy on top of me. They were both laughing hard now and trying to get untangled and then laughing more as they realized my pants were down and the one buddy was laying on top of me with his hard cock pushing the material of his pants against my crack. We finally got untangled and they had to help me up and help pull my pants up. They both were smirking at me and I asked what was up. They both laughed some more and told me it looked like me as I had a hell of a hard on then. They finally got me back to our table. We sat down and I was basically just sitting there in a stupor. They were talking about their experiences in that room. Then one of them remembered that when they had come out our parade bud had his hand down the back of my pants. He started questioning me about how the hell that had happened? Being so far gone I was at a loss as to what to say mostly. Then finally admitted that, I had been drunk as hell at that parade and somehow how been fucked by him there. I didn't say anything about all of the others though. They both started laughing then again and next thing I knew I was drinking another mixed drink without realizing it. My buddies were pretty much blown away finding out I had been fucked at the parade. They really started kidding me about that and then were wondering how I had not been pozzed from it. I told them the real reason for the trip to the hospital then had been to get PEP. When they had got tested, I had also and came back neg when they came back poz. That started more laughing and joking. Pretty soon I said I had to pee bad. I found I was still way too drunk to get up though and both buddies helped me up and walked me to the toilet. We soon found out I was too drunk to get my damn dick out too starting more drunken laughter. They then steered me from the urinal to the handicapped stall to help me get it out. This let them drop my pants and they went clear to my ankles. My dick was out though but I had to lean over and put both hands on the wall to hold myself up as I started to pee. I was vaguely aware that my buds were talking about my ass. They both agreed that it sure looked good for a little bit older guy than they were. As I finally got the pee started, one of my buds reached out and surprised me by squeezing my ass and telling me it was no wonder that I got fucked at the parade as it felt great as well as looked great. Before I realized it he had ahold of my hips and I felt what appeared to be is hard bare cock against my ass crack. He told the other bud, that yep, it sure did feel good too. I was just aware that his cock was hard as a rock too and felt something wet as he slid it up and down my crack. Later, found out it was his precum and he produce a lot of that and had my crack really lubed from that. Then, just as I was finishing peeing, I felt the head of his cock at my hole and he was pushing. Pop, and his cock head went into my ass and then he shoved the whole thing in with one last shove. I almost went down and probably would have if he hadn't had a good grip on my hips. I mumbled something about what the hell are you doing? Was pretty incoherent really. He told me to hang on he couldn't resist and started to plow the hell out of my hole then. Good thing he had a good grip on me as I could not have stood up without it. He rammed the hell out of me with long deep hard strokes. He must have really been turned on as it couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and he jammed his cock home as deep as he could and leaned over me and told me he was cumming and filling me up good with his poz cum. I could only moan. My bud wiggled his cock around in my hole a bit and then pulled out as his cock was going down. Before I could move, the other buddy stepped behind me and holding me upright also, rammed his hard cock in me all the way in one thrust. He immediately went into overdrive and pounded my ass relentlessly hard. He again, did not last more than 5 minutes and as he rammed his cock home and started to pulse as his cum flooded my ass. He leaned over me and told me he hoped I enjoye their two loads of poz cum in my hole. As he did this I felt my own cock explode as I was cumming too.

Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.

Jason I was determined to make this last. Every time I made love to Quinn, it has been rather quick and erratic, but this time I wanted to show him the tender side of sex, particularly as I was sure he had experienced very little of that. I had every intention of taking my time with my dick and his ass, and turning him inside out in the process, but the sneaky bastard had another idea. "Skin, I must feel your skin" Quinn gasped as he tried to lift my polo shirt over my head. I sat-up to make the effort easier, and as I pulled the shirt over my head, he grabbed me and pulled me over, placing his lips against my tattoo and digging his heals into my ass, which forced my cock deep into his hot ass. My brain short circuited over the significance of his lips on my bio-hazard tat and my cock spasmed as it was suddenly and unexpectedly encased in Quinn's hot tunnel all the way to the hilt. My hips went into over-drive as I pulled out and slammed back, my cock spewing globs of viral seed. I pulled-out again and scissored in-and-out a couple of times, and then slammed in again as another volley of poisonous cum shot from my cock deep into his ass. Again I pulled-out and again slammed back-in, but now Quinn had also lost control. He positioned his hips to meet my thrusts, almost as if he was determined to rip-up his insides. Then as my cock reached full depth he would reposition himself just as I started to pull-out, only to reverse the motion and help my cock to infect him as deeply as possible. After just a few more thrusts like this Quinn seems to collapse, his heels gently resting on my ass, no longer pulling me in deeper. His breathing also starting to slow down, and I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep with my dick buried inside his ass. I reasoned it had been a very traumatic day, so his exhaustion was not all that surprising. I shifted his legs off my shoulders and swivel around so his back is to my chest, all the time keeping my cock inside him. The only response from Quinn was a couple of gasps and moans, but he was too far gone to muster much more. I slid an arm under him and pull him tighter to myself, all the while slowly scissoring my cock back and forth inside his body. "Oh, mmm," he moaned. I leaned forward, and resting my lips on his ear, murmured "Baby, you feel so good." His only reply was a "mmff." "Love, I'm going to keep my dick inside you. I'm going to work my cock around..." Then, pulling about half-way out, I continued saying "...and spread my seed around inside you." Then, ever so slowly, I slid in back to the hilt, right past his second sphincter. "Yes, please," he mumbled. "I'm gonna plant it deep inside you, baby. I'm gonna knock you up and make you mine. And you know all the time my cock is in you that I'm dripping my toxic precum deep into your body." As if to prove my point, I worked my cock all around inside him, churning it around his hole. Then, as if to test his commitment, (even if I knew his likely response), I asked "Is this what you want?" "Yes" Quinn mumbled. "And?" I pulled him tighter to myself, and slid all the way. "Cum, I want your cum in me" he breathed. "Is that all?" I asked, slowly sliding back out. "Tat. Your tattoo." "What about it?" "Want that." "Want what. Come on, you can say it" I whispered in his ear, urging him to say the words. "What about my tattoo do you want?" "I want you to poz me."