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Chapter 5 After breakfast I went back up to my room and got on my laptop to check work emails to make sure there was nothing urgent. I heard my brother Mike in his room fumbling around then heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. As I was reading an email from my boss Mike walked in from the shared bathroom naked with his hair dripping. “Hey big bro, do you have an extra pair of boxers? I didn’t bring enough.” He asked as he walked up beside me with his dick swinging as he walked. “How the fuck did you not bring enough boxers?? I mean you have today and tomorrow you need them?” I asked as I flicked his big heavy balls. “Dude chill on the balls, they are sensitive.” He said pulling back away from me a little. “I don’t know I guess I wasn’t paying attention. You have any or do I need to ask dad?” I reached out and took his bull balls in my hand, bent down and kissed them. This made his cock jerk and swell a little. He did not attempt to stop me or move away. I sat back and smiled at him. “They aren’t that sensitive, but they sure are full. The stripper will have to deal with that tonight for you.” I told him as I continued to play with his heavy balls. “You can borrow a couple of mine. I always bring way too many. They are in the top drawer of the dresser.” I said with a final gentle squeeze of his balls. “You really got a stripper for tonight! That fucking awesome!! I doubt she will have your bj skills but I’d love to dump my cum in a different pussy then Beth’s. I mean she is great wife material in all ways but the bedroom. She sucks at giving head and just lays there when we fuck. That is when she actually wants to have sex which isn’t often.” He explained as he walked to my dresser and got out a pair of boxers to put on and a pair to take to his room. “No woman can compare to my bj skills little bro, just remember that.” I laughed then said, “ it sucks she is that way. You fuck other chicks often?” ”Maybe 2 - 3 times a year. When I get desperate. I am super picky though. You know for sure the stripper is good to raw dog and cum in?” He asked. ”Yea, she is very high end. She shared her results from Monday with me. She rarely goes the full fuck and hasn’t let a client breed her in a while. She also has a birth control implant, so you are good that way. She said she’d be down for the groom to nut in her, but that he is the only one that gets to fuck her.” I replied. ”Sweet, you are the best big bro! I am so glad you blew off Beth’s bachelor party rules bullshit.” He walked over to me, bent down as he put his hand down the front of my sweat pants and grabbed my soft dick as he kissed me. Soft at first then deep as he worked my dick to half mass. “Don’t worry, I know you are the best cock sucker in town big bro. I will have to get that throat again next time you are back in town. I really appreciate the bj last night and the party tonight. You always show me how good a big bro you are. I love you man” he said then walked back toward his room with an obvious tent in his boxers. ”I love you too little bro!” I told him as I turned back to my emails and tried to get my now hard 8.5 inch poz leaky dick to go back down. I spent about an hour on work and then logged off and put away my laptop. I went down to leave and as I reached my parents spare truck I was using, dad was pulling up in his truck with a bed full of box’s (which turned out to be beer and alcohol), what looks like speakers, and a few other things. “Wow that was quick.” I said as I walked up to his truck to help unload. “Yea Mark went with me to Henderville, the nearby decent sized town (fake name), to the liquor store, to pick up the bar rental stuff, and we also swung by the DJs house on the way back and grabbed some of the gear he couldn’t fit in his car. Mark helped really speed things up. I dropped him at home on the way back.” Dad replied as he climbed out of the truck and came around to unload. “Mark is a good guy.” I said as we started to grab things from the truck. “He is always willing to bend over to help a guy out.” My dick jumped in my pants thinking of him begging for my toxic cum as I drove my devil dick in his raw neg hole earlier that morning. “Yea he is a good kid.” My dad replied not catching my pun or seeing the beginning of my tent. Maybe wearing grey sweats to run errands wasn’t the best idea. It took us about 30 minutes to unload everything. Dad told me to go do what I had to, he was fine setting everything up. He knew I had to get stuff ready for the bachelor party tonight. “Me and uncle James will be there for the beginning of it, but we will leave before the true entertainment gets going and you boys get too drunk.” He said with a chuckle. “But make sure one of you is DDing or call me or James. No one is to drive drunk, you hear me!” he said in the tone he used that we knew ment business and always made us kids sit up and listen. “Yes sir!” was all I could respond. ”Good boy.” He said as he pulled me in to his signature massive bear hug. His strong arms wrapped around me, his strong chest against mine, my head dipped to the cradle of his neck, his hand on the back of my head, and his big heavy bulge laid against my lower abs. “Now get out of here and go do what you need to.” he said then kissed me on the head and turned to get to work setting up the last of the stuff (besides the catering that would come during the wedding tomorrow) for the reception. I drove to Henderville to pick up everything I needed for the party at the big box store they had there. I also texted and made sure Scarlet, the nights entertainment, was still a go and everything was good there. She assured me it was on and she’d be there at 11. She knew the owner of where we were going to be, “The Barn”, and she had him get everything she needed set up. I told her to let me know if she needed anything and that the guys were excited to see her tonight. I got in my truck and headed toward “The Barn” to meet the manager , get the stuff from the truck in to the party room we were using, and to just make sure all the last minutes things were done. Hank, a burly black guy standing 5’8, the manager greeted me as I walked into the bar. They had just opened so there were only a couple patrons in the bar. He had an employee take over the bar as he showed me back to the party room. It was set up how we agreed when I called to plan it. There was a small bar in the corner that the 2 servers (women in short skirts) would work from, several tables and chairs, a light system above, and karaoke machine with speakers we had planned to use for music (no one planned on signing themselves). We talked to make sure all the plans were set and details ironed out. He had heard from the owner and set up what was needed for Scarlet. He assured me he had everything ready to go. He did caution me to pass the word on to everyone that the guys were to behave with the serving girls or they’d have to deal with him. He had a reputation as a gentle bear but all the locals knew he was not the person to piss off. They had seen the carnage he brings, or seen the aftermath it, when he had to put a drunk in his place and were in no hurry to try and test him. I thanked him and went about bringing in the stuff I bought and setting it up. Then departed for home. The rest of the afternoon I spent at home. Mom, my sister Mary, my brother fiancé Beth and her mom were the only ones home. Dad had gone to uncle James and Mike was out doing his assigned chores with instructions not to return till he got the all clear. I was roped into helping the minute I walked in the door. Beth and her mom left around 5:30pm. Dad and Mike came home a little after. We all climbed in dad’s truck headed to the pizza place for dinner. Mary’s husband Tom, uncle James, cousin Mark, and Mike’s best friends Dennis and Tim all meet us there. We ate our full of pizza as we shot the shit and just hung out together. As we got ready to leave we all split up and rearranged into different cars. Mom and Mary took the car Tom brought. Mike, Dennis, Tim, and me would all ride over together. Dad and Tom would follow uncle Mike and Mark to their house, which was on the way, and they would all ride in dad’s truck to the bar. Mom sternly reminded us that we were all groomsmen or part of the wedding party and we had to be at the church for rehearsal at 9am. Then we had to get into tuxes, then pictures, and the wedding. Not to mention the reception. So we’d better drink accordingly. When we got to the bar Beth’s brother Steven was waiting for us in the parking lot. We all walked into the bar and went to the party room. The music was already playing, the lights doing a little show on the dance floor area, and the serving girls in their low cut shirts and short skirts were waiting to greet us and get us our first round. Dad’s group arrived a few minutes later and joined us at the tables as the girls got their drinks. More of Mike’s friends and a few of our distant male cousins/relatives rolled in over the next hour or so. We did all the stuff you do at a bachelor party till 11 pm when the music changed and out of a separate door off the main floor Scarlet came out and began her first number. She danced and jiggled, paying attention to all the men as she worked the room. Getting generous tips as she went. She kept most her clothes on for the first song. There was a brief break before the next song. During that time dad, uncle Mike, and brother in law Tom, and a few others said good night and left. It was down to the groomsmen, a few of Mike’s friends and a couple distance cousins that were all our age. There were 2 more dances each getting more risqué and ending with less clothes. The last dance she got completely naked and ended it by twerking on Mike’s lap. Everyone applauded and hotter and hollard for Scarlet as she finished. At that point it was around 1 am. Scarlet went back through her door after whispering in Mike’s ear. The house lights came on and the guys started to leave. The only ones left were Mike, Mark, Dennis, Tim and me. After the rest cleared out Mike told me to wait a few minutes and then went through Scarlet’s door. The serving girls were cleaning up and closing down the bar. Hank came into talk with me and make sure everything was satisfactory, which I told everyone loved it. As we waited for Mike we all sat and talked and bullshitted. Me and Mark sat next to each other across from Tim and Dennis, as we talked he unbuttoned my pants and put his hand down my pants. He started stroking my meat. The guys were oblivious to this as they were pretty tipsy. Mark stroked my dick hard and had it leaking toxic precum in no time. Mike came out after about 30 minutes. He was still tipsy and walking funny. Mark had DD’ed and I only had a two drinks. We all climbed into the car with Mark driving and me in shotgun. It took us about 5 minutes to get to the hotel Dennis and Tim were staying in. We parked and all walked up stairs to the guys room. When we walked in I noticed only one bed looked slept in. But dismissed it. Mike immediately fell into the made bed and within seconds was passed out snoring. Mark had came out of the bathroom where he had taken a piss. He came up behind me and whispered in my ear. “I think these boys are hiding a secret. I know they have girlfriends but there is a big dildo in the bathtub, poppers, and lube on the counter.” I nodded in response and then whispered back, “they have only been sleeping in one bed too. They have definitely been fucking.” “Well I think it’s time we play with some straight boys. I am really in the mood to fuck and get fucked.” He said back. I smiled in agreement. They were both tipsy but not too drunk to stop us if they were not interested. I walked over to Dennis. I pulled him into me and kissed him on the lips. He hesitated at first but then deepened the kiss and worked his tongue into my mouth. Mark followed my lead and took hold of Tim and started to make out with him. The four of us made our way to the bed where we all started to do a round robin of making out. Changing partners every few minutes. We were all naked and rock hard within 5 minutes. Mark with his huge 11 inch dick, me with my massive 8.5 in cock, Dennis with is prefect ass and 6.5 in dick, and Tim with his 6 in super fat uncut cock. Mark moved us to oral by positioning both guys sitting against the head board and climbing on all fours between them. He spit on Dennis dick then started jerking him as he began giving Tim a bj. Both immediately started moaning. I got behind Mark and started eating his tight maybe neg hole as I slapped his fine ass. I’d drop down and licked his taint and sucked his balls as I started fingering him. After a few minutes, I got behind Mark on my knees and bent over to kiss his neck and whisper in his ear. “Get ready cousin, my big fat raw poz dick is going to open your hole.” And pushed my fat head covered in poz precum into his maybe neg hole. He moaned and pushed back taking half my dick in one go. ”Fuck your fucking your own cousin man! And raw even! How is he taking that huge dick without lube or poppers?” Dennis asked. “That so fucking hot!” Tim added. I bottomed out in Mark’s maybe neg hole on the second stroke. Filling him with 8.5 inches of fat raw poz dick! Stretching him wide and deep. My charged precum leaking into his second hole. All while he moaned as he sucked dick, switching between Tim and Dennis. Every so many strokes I bent over to kiss his neck and whisper more dirty poz talk, making sure to keep the guys in the dark. He could only moan back but I could tell by his rock hard dick and the puddle of questionable precum under him he was loving it. As Mark was sucking Dennis, Tim moved under Mark and began sucking his massive leaky cock. He was bent over the bed with his toros and head under Mark sucking away while his ass was hanging out. I moved behind Tim, he had a decent ass. Fat with a little bit of the brown hair, that matched the rest of his body, in his crack. I got down on my knees and pulled his cheeks apart and licked his tight hairy hole. He jumped in surprise but continued sucking Mark as I ate his sweet hole. It was clean but had manly smell to it. And the fur around his hole made it even better. I ate it for a while and then went to the bathroom and got the lube and poppers. I came back and got Tim on all fours and began to lube him up and finger his tight raw neg hole. He huffed at the poppers as I opened him. Mark had moved up and sat on Dennis raw rock hard cock. My poz precum being used as lube. They were making out as Mark rode him and Dennis stroked his big dick. I lined up the head of my devil dick with Tim’s tight pink neg hairy hole. I slowly pushed the head in. I didn’t want to scare him and have him pull off so I went slow. Using the lube and my toxic precum to open his hole inch by inch. I was bent over him kissing his neck and using one hand to play with his nipples. He began to moan and move back against me. “Ride that fucking raw dick boy! I love your big monster cock bouncing against me as you ride me!” Dennis proclaimed as Mark fucked himself on his dick. Mark was moaning in response. ”Your hole is so warm and tight! I love it wrapped around my dick Tim” I said as I stood up to start really working his hole. “Fuck your the biggest dick I have ever taken. It feels so good and so full! Keep fucking me Smith!” He replied back as he started meeting my strokes. Both of us picking up speed. We kept this up for a while, all moaning and dirty talking as we fucked. I looked at Mark and caught his eye as I winked at him and proceeded to unload a huge toxic charged load of my babies into Tim’s neg hole. I made sure not to change pace or to let him know in any way I was cumming in him. “Are you cumming in me? Please pull out.” Tim asked as he must of felt me filling him. “I didn’t cum, it’s just the precum and lube Tim, I promise.”I said as I continued working my charged load into his second hole. “I want a piece of his whole now that you have him open.” Mark said as he climbed off Dennis. He came deside me and whispered into my ear, “fuck you gave him a big poz load didn’t you” I grabbed Marks head and gave him a deep kiss and whispered “yes” as I pulled away. I withdrew my dick from Tim’s hole. I moved over to Dennis and started to make out with him as I played with his dick. Mark went down behind Tim and started to eat his hole. Tasting my charged babies as he munched the now loose hole. He lined his massive 11 inch hog with Tim’s hole and began the task of opening him even more to fit his dick. As Mark started to work my toxic cum into Tim’s hole even more I moved down Dennis’ body and sniffed his blonde bush. Then took his dick in my throat in one go, making him cruse at being deep throated. I could taste my toxic precum and Mark’s hole on his dick. I sucked him for awhile before moving to his balls and then his taint. As Mark bottomed out in Tim, I flipped Dennis so he was laying on his belly. His glorious ass looking up at me. I drove in and ate his hole like a starving man. Really tasting his pink hole that was surrounded by light blonde hair. Making him moan with pleasure. But knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he came, I moved to line up my Devil dick with his hole. Tim passed him the poppers and he inhaled as I pushed my raw poz dick into neg hole. He was looser than Tim. He also able to take it balls deep quicker and started ridding back against me sooner. He was defiantly more of the bottom. “Such a good boy taking my big dick like a champ” I said to him. “Tim is right you do feel awesome. Please fuck me harder and faster Smith!” He moaned back. Mark was starting to go at Tim good now. They were also dirty talking to each other as Mark railed his hole. I continued to fuck Dennis. Going harder and faster as he wished. Making him moan and beg like a bitch in heat. Drilling big fat raw poz dick deeper and deeper. My toxic precum coating his neg second hole. I bent over to kiss him as I continued to pump. He raised his head up to me so we could make out. “I want you to cum in me Smith! Please flood me with you cum!” He said to me. Tim was too busy getting fucked to hear the request. “Oh Denny baby I am going to impregnate you with my cum” I said back. He started to shoot his load without touching himself as I said that. I pulled back to get the right angle and drilled his hole hard, it squeezing my dick as he came. I grunted and came hard and deep in his neg convulsing hole. Filling him up with as much toxic cum as I did Tim. Him quietly begging for it as I shot in him. He had no clue what he was begging for. I kissed him as I pulled out from his hole. As we made out Tim cried out and shoot a huge load all over the bed and us. Mark pulled out from his hole and came over behind Dennis who was now laying in his side and slipped his massive cock into his hole, again using my toxic seed as lube. Dennis moved back against Marks massive shlong. Mark fucking him hard and deep within seconds. I pulled Tim into my arms as we cuddled next to them as they fucked. We made out and fondling each other as we watched Mark drill Dennis. The dirty talks continued between all of us. Mark calling Dennis a good boy, Dennis begging for his cum, Tim telling Dennis to take that monster dick like a good boy. Me just watching and enjoying as I fingered Tim’s cummmy hole. As Mark shoot his big questionable load into Dennis, mixing it with my charged cum, he grunted and moaned. Dennis had been stroking his dick and came again a second time. That was most likely last neg load. We laid there and made out for a while. But it getting past 3:30 am now and we needed to get home. As we all disentangled and me and Mark got dressed we all looked over at Mike passed out in the next bed. He was snoring and dead to the world, not w clue about the raw sex that just happened feet away from him. ”I guess it’s good that he black outs like that.” Laughed Dennis. “Or he would have know in college we used to fuck when he was in the room.” We all laughed and finished getting dressed. Tim told us to leave Mike there, since he was so out of it. They told us to take their car home and just be back here with Mikes stuff by 8:30 so we could all get to the church for rehearsal by 9. We kissed good bye and me and Mark left the room as Dennis and Tim went to shower. As I drove us home, Mark pulled my dick from my pants and sucked me hard. He blew me all the way home. We made it up to my bathroom where I fucked him against the wall in the shower as it rained down on us. Us retelling how we used the neg boy holes and him begging for more of my toxic babies. I blew a decent load in him as he covered the wall with his load. We showered off, brushed out teeth, and fell naked into my bed. It was now almost 4:30 am. I set the alarm for 7:30 am. I backed up to Mark’s chest as he wrapped me in his strong arms. As I quickly moved to the land of sleep I thought I was right, it had been a fucking great bachelor party! ————— Ok another chapter down. I hope you all enjoyed the corrupting of the “straight” boys. The wedding day is tomorrow where more dirty things will ensue and don’t forget the hot flight attendant still needs his load before we depart this story. Thank you all for your positive feedback!

The air in the apartment was electric, charged with anticipation as Jason and Jimmy lounged casually on the sleek, leather couch, their eyes gleaming with conspiratorial intent. The modern decor, with its clean lines and muted tones, provided a stark backdrop to the raw, primal energy that was about to unfold. Dan, their guest, stood by the window, his presence a testament to the transformation they had orchestrated. His once hesitant demeanor had morphed into a confident stride, his body language exuding a raw, unapologetic sexuality. "He's almost here," Jason murmured, his brown eyes flicking towards the door. His athletic frame was relaxed, but his voice carried an underlying tension, a predator's thrill at the impending hunt. Jimmy, his red hair tousled, leaned in, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pete's a nervous one, but he's ripe. You'll see, Dan. He's been eating up every word we've fed him about the freedom we offer." Dan smirked, his fingers tracing the biohazard tattoo on his inner arm, a permanent reminder of his own conversion. "I remember being in his shoes. Scared, but curious. You two have a way of making it irresistible." The doorbell rang, shattering the silence. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken pact hanging heavy in the air. Pete, a wiry figure with long black hair, stood at the threshold, his nervous energy palpable. His eyes darted around the room, landing on Dan, who greeted him with a smirk that was both welcoming and predatory. "Pete, right?" Dan's voice was low, his tone laced with a promise of things to come. "How long have you been fucking with these two?" Pete's voice shook slightly as he replied, "A few weeks. They said this was a four-way with an old friend..." His words trailed off as he took in Dan's confident stance. "Let's get comfortable," Jason said, moving to remove Pete's clothes. Jimmy and Dan shucked what little they had on and soon all four of them were naked and exploring each other's bodies with their hands and each other's mouths with their tongues. Jason broke the silence, "Dan here is one of our prodigies, aren't you?" Dan smirked and nodded. "Dan, why don't you lay on the couch and show Pete what we turned you into." Dan lay on his back, with his hands behind his head, raising his knees to display the slack hole that spoke of countless encounters, and the tattoo on his inner arm that marked him as one of them. Jimmy stepped forward, his muscular frame commanding attention. "Look at Dan, Pete. Really look." His voice was firm, yet held a note of encouragement. Dan spread his legs further, offering himself up as a living testament to their lifestyle. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft sound of Jimmy and Jason stroking their cocks. Jason's voice cut through the tension, his tone sharp and demanding. "How many guys have come in that hole in the last year, Dan?" Dan's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with pride. "Over a thousand, probably. These two gave me the freedom to become this when they pozzed me." His words hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation. Pete's eyes widened, his breath hitching as he processed the implications. Fear and arousal warred within him, his body responding despite his reservations. Without a word, the fucking began. Jimmy slid into Dan and then Jason worked his way slowly into Pete. Bodies pressed together, skin against skin, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. Dan kept his eyes on Pete, his movements confident and deliberate, enticing Pete into the depths of their shared desire to submit themselves to raw cock and milk out the cum. Jason and Jimmy watched, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Pete's resistance crumbled, their cocks thrusting in unison. The room became a blur of flesh and sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and surrender. As the scene reached its climax, Pete's breath hitched, his body arching as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of Jason cummimg deep in his hole. His eyes met Dan's, and in that moment, understanding passed between them. Pete's resistance was no more; he had crossed the threshold, initiated into their world. In the aftermath, as they lay tangled and spent, Pete's voice was barely a whisper. "Thank you." His words trembled with newfound understanding, his body still buzzing with the echoes of their collective hunger. Jason and Jimmy exchanged a satisfied glance, their mission accomplished. Dan, the mentor, smiled, his role in Pete's transformation complete. The circle was closed, the initiation ritual fulfilled. This was who they were, architects of desire, masters of transformation. And in this moment, as they lay entwined, sweat-slicked and sated, they knew they had given Pete the greatest gift of all: freedom to embrace his own desires. As the sun set, casting long shadows across the room, they remained in the glow of their orgasms. This was their truth, their reality, and they embraced it with open arms, ready to welcome the next initiate into their fold.

Part 4 He pulled his cock out briefly and placed another Tina crystal on the piss slit. Then he drove his hard cock deep into my cunt in one thrust. I immediately felt how deep inside me the T began to burn and I became even hornier. Tom fucked me hard for another 20 minutes. His cock swelled and became even thicker. "Beg me, beg for my charged load, my POZ cum!" I couldn't help but beg him for his POZ load. "Yes, rip my pussy open, impregnate me, fertilize me with your POZ cum, knock me up." He now fucked me relentlessly, like a stallion mounting a mare. With brutal hard thrusts, he almost split my pussy in two. His huge, bulging balls slammed violently against my small, completely unnecessary and useless balls. Then he screamed loudly and the huge cock in my whore cunt got even fatter. He came deep inside me, but continued to fuck me hard. Nevertheless, I felt every single spurt of his toxic cum inside me. "Yes, you little cunt slut, I'm going to make you pregnant, share my DNA with you." Then Tom pulled his hard cock out of me and just seconds later another hard cock was rammed inside me. Tom just said, "Yes, Phil, fuck this slut with your fat cock and your big PA." Phil moaned, "You've filled her pussy with cum, it's time to fuck her deeper and massage it into her cunt so it can take full effect." I felt the huge cock push even deeper into me. It must have had a lot of T on its cock head because it burned even deeper in my ass, and that hot heat spread even deeper inside me. "My PA will make sure our hot juice takes effect, my little mare." A mask was pulled over my head and I couldn't resist the poppers that were poured into it. Phil thrust harder and harder into me and although I was well broken in, it took a minute or two before he was all the way inside me and I felt his balls slapping against mine.

Part 3 "Now we're going to take care of your useless cock." Mike opened my chastity device and removed it. The Master said, "Well, well, we have a really pathetic little cock here, a nice Tina dick, just as it should be for a cum whore. It couldn't be much smaller." Mike grabbed my little boy clit, squirted some gel into the piss slit, and pushed the new cage over my cock. The cage was no longer than 1" and had a hollow metal tube that was now pushed really deep into my cock. After a while, I felt something being pushed past my prostate deep inside me. The opening of the tube on the cage was closed with a screw. "It has to be done," said Mark, "otherwise your limp little dick would get everything covered in slime. We've sealed you up for now. Your worthless horny juice will continue to build up, and when the pressure gets too high, it will all empty into your bladder." Just as I was ready, another fucker suddenly stood between my legs. It was Tom, tall, muscular, and dangling between his legs was a huge, low-hanging ballsack with huge balls in it and a thick, fat black cock that was just getting hard. His thick, fat glans was especially noticeable. In a few moments, his cock was rock hard. 11.5 inches of rock-hard stallion cock aimed right at my whore cunt. Mike now pressed two fat crystals of T into his piss slit. The Master now stepped to my side and released one of my wrists from its restraints. He tied my arm with a band, found a vein, and just a few seconds later I felt a prick. "Welcome, my new Tina whore.""Slam you straight with 0.6, then you'll know right away where you belong, you slut." Then he injected the contents of the syringe into my vein. He released the band around my arm and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I had to take several deep breaths and then a wave of heat ran through my body and my horniness reached an absolute peak. Immediately after the syringe was removed, Tom pulled the huge plug out of my cunt and brutally thrust his cock into my hole. He penetrated me with one thrust, going balls deep. I felt the T in his piss slit deep inside me. Tom fucked me hard with deep, fast, and hard thrusts. "Ah, what a tight, hot, cum-filled tina cum whore cunt," Tom shouted. I felt like I was being split in half, but still I begged my Stallion, "harder, harder, please fuck me harder." Tom increased the pace and hardness of his thrusts, and after 5 minutes, he pumped a fat load of his cum right into my hole. "Don't worry, my little cum whore, I don't need a break and I'm going to fuck a few more loads of my black POZ cum right into your cunt." No sooner said than done, Tom continued to fuck me non-stop, grabbing my nipples hard.

Part 2 I moaned loudly. Without mercy, he pounded deep into my ass until I could feel his body against mine. His low-hanging balls slapped against mine. "What a hot fuck hole" he moaned loudly. Without giving me a break, he pulled his cock out again up to the glans and pushed it deep inside me again. He only said briefly to Mike "Call the others, tell them there's a hot cunt to fuck and breed here". He fucked me hard and powerful for at least half an hour without mercy. Then he grabbed me and simply lifted me up, his cock still deep in my cunt. He took three steps, his cock slipping even deeper inside me, and put me in a sling. Mike was immediately on the spot and tied my ankles and wrists to the sling. "The reinforcements will be here in 10 minutes," he said. "Then we should let the pig fly a little better," the Master replied and I saw him disappear again with a needleless syringe between my ass. "This time you'll get a really fat booty bump, my horny bitch" and I could already feel him squirting the contents of the syringe deep into my ass. It burned like fire again and just a few moments later I was overcome by another wave of absolute sexual desire. "Well, do you need something in your ass?" said the master. "Then ask me and I'll fuck your brains out of your skull". I just couldn't help myself and said "Fuck me, squirt your juice into my cunt, fuck my brains out". The master didn't need to be told twice and with a brutal, powerful, deep thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into my cunt. He fucks me with maximum force. Whenever he closed, the sling came towards his cock so that he fucked deeper and deeper into me. He had long been through my second muscle. After 5 minutes, he moaned loudly and said "Come on cunt, ask for my cum. Do you want to feel my toxic cum deep in your cunt? I'll squirt my whole charged load deep into your hole. From now on you're my fuck cunt and you'll let anyone I want to fuck you." "Yes, please shoot your cum deep inside my cunt!" I screamed across the room. Just a few seconds later, I felt his cock continue to inflate in my cunt and he started to cum deep inside me. Seven, eight, nine, ten times I felt his cock contracting and squirting cum deep inside me. "Can you feel me filling your cunt with my spunk? When my buddies get here, we'll really send you into orbit and then you'll get one poz load after another squirted into your cunt." With that he pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. Mike had already been waiting for it and as soon as the cock was out of my ass he pushed a really fat and quite long plug into me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the black plug was completely covered in white powder, so I wasn't surprised that as soon as it was in my hole, it burned and I got even hornier.

FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI i’m a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didn’t agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. “Somewhat” I replied. “Which of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you’re both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You’re very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass” he replied. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: “Yes, why not”. “We can go to my place. I don’t live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is waiting downstairs and I’d prefer that we just go up to the dark room” he said and smiled. “Well… I don’t really like dark rooms, because you don’t know which guys are in there” I replied. “It’s ok” he assured, “the club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little fun” he insisted. “Just a quick one… you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?” He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. “OMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouth” I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. “You’re hard and horny! so let’s go…” he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasn’t the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldn’t protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? It’s clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didn’t react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldn’t get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. “Please wait!” I squeaked, “I need to…” “What is it? Don’t you want to play anymore?” one of the guys interrupted. “Well, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocket” I begged. “No way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! ” he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. “Good boy! Our sperm will change you for good!” he said. “Now, lie down on the floor!” his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. “Now, we’re going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.” They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. “I saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cum”. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friend’s large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. “Yes, do me as hard as you can” i blurted out. “We own you now that our DNA is deep inside you” he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. “Sure” I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldn’t help staring at it. “I saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up good” he said. His words took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say. “They knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottom” he added. “They knew what to do?” I replied. “Yes! The fact that you’ve come to this sauna and didn’t go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want more” he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. “Let’s go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. I’m not like them!” he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly “That’s clearly a YES!”. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. “Hold his arm still” one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. “Like I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!” the black guy said. “You had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.” after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. “This will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So don’t fight it!” said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldn’t resist it and crawled over to them. “Does he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? ” whispered one guy to the other. “We will tell the slut after we bred him several times!” answered the other one laughing. —THE END —

Long time reader, first time contributor. Hope you enjoy, this is a mostly true story. ____________________________________________________________________ I was 22 years old before I understood that I was gay. I put that fully on my repressed religious upbringing where even mentioning "sex" was [banned word] in my house. But once I discovered what those odd feelings in my gut meant when I saw a large bulge, or a strong, masculine man, it was not long before I was spending a lot of time searching for encounters with men that would bring me the kind of satisfaction I had been craving. At first, I wasn't very picky at all, and my desperation for sex overshadowed any other thoughts I had about the guys I met. And I will admit that my naivete was probably a turn-on for some of the older men who were all too happy to take advantage of me. It was very obvious after one or two meet-ups that I was a bottom, and knowing just enough about gay history, I knew that condoms were important and that I should never hook up without them. I was still on my parents' insurance so there was no way I could get prep without them knowing, and since I wasn't "out" to them yet, condom sex was really the only option I could think of. The next year, I was almost finished with college, but my studies weren't going especially well, at least in part because of all the time I spent looking for sex. I eventually found a couple of regulars but even still, I was almost constantly searching for more. We always used condoms. One night, I had a few drinks in my dorm room which made me horny so I messaged one of the guys, Jake, to see what he was up to. After a few minutes, he responded that he was already going to meet up with someone that night. I figured that meant no time for me and started looking for some porn to jack off too when another message came through. "He says it'd be hot if you came over too. What do you think?" I had never been with more than one guy before and was a little nervous about it, but I said that would be fun if he could pick me up on the way since I had been drinking. A short while later, I got the message to head outside and get in the car. The drive was quiet, my nerves were getting the better of me, but I was committed at that point since I couldn't make my own way back to the dorms. The house we pulled up to was out of the way, tucked in a quiet corner of a rural neighborhood. After we parked, Jake sent a quick message on his phone and we headed up to the door which opened just before we got there. The man standing in the doorway was older, probably in his 50s, but in decent shape. His head was shaved and he had a short beard, but what really caught my attention was the fact that he wasn't wearing any pants. He had answered the door in a pair of black briefs that did nothing to hide the large bulge in his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and he chuckled, "Guess you like what you see? Come in already." Jake and I walked inside and the man introduced himself as Tim and offered us each a drink. Still nervous, and now embarrassed that he had caught me staring, I took him up on his offer and he poured me a stiff whiskey coke which I downed pretty quickly. There was some of the typical smalltalk while Tim waited for me to calm down a bit, and every once in a while, he would give Jake a look, some sort of exchange happening without words. Pretty soon, Jake came over to me and started pulling on my shirt. Loosened up by the drink, I started to get into it and was happy when he started to kiss me passionately. Kissing always gets me going like nothing else and it wasn't long before both of us were naked, exploring each others bodies with our hands. Tim sat down close to us, stroking himself lightly and every once in a while he'd say something like "yeah, that's hot" or even just slight moans. Jake pushed me down on the couch and guided my mouth to his dick which had grown to its full 7 inches. I don't have great oral skills, but I always try my best. Jake held onto my head and tried to fuck my mouth, making me gag at the intrusion but he was getting nice and wet from my spit. I could taste the light saltiness of his precum on my tongue and eagerly slurped it down, swallowing what was there. I knew there wasn't much risk of anything just from sucking him. After a few more minutes of that, he told me to lay down and positioned himself between my legs. He grabbed a condom from his pants, rolled it onto his dick, and lined himself up with my hole. Tim stood up and walked over to me. The bulge I had seen earlier was nothing compared to what I was seeing now. That thing had to be over 9 inches, way more than I had ever had before. He reached under my head with a pillow to help me keep it up more and then guided my mouth to his cock. Jake and Tim both started to push into me at the same time and soon I was opening up on both ends. I had never felt anything like that before and I found myself so turned on that I started moaning, clearly enjoying the treatment. "Yeah, just like that. You like taking both of us? Fuck him Jake," Tim said. I could see Jake grinning and he pushed all the way in, bottoming out inside my ass and giving me that full feeling I loved. He started to move in and out of me, increasing speed until he found a good rhythm. I kept sucking Tim, trying to get more and more of him into my mouth and massaging his balls. Whenever I drink, I turn into the guy who gets worried whether everyone in the room is having a good time, and I wanted to make sure that he was enjoying it as much as I was so I sucked him with enthusiasm. We kept this up for a few minutes when suddenly Jake stopped, and pulled out abruptly. "Crap, the condom broke." He pulled the condom off and held it up, it had clearly split at the end. As he did this, the tip of his raw dick dropped and ended up pressed lightly against my hole, but he didn't make a move to push it in. It felt... so good! As he moved, it rubbed against my opening, slick with lube and spit. I started to feel even more turned on than before but wasn't sure what to do next. "Do you have another?" I asked tentatively. "You guys have fucked before, right?" Tim asked. "I don't have any condoms in the house, do you really want to stop?" Jake let out an involuntary whimper, just enough for me to hear, and pushed just a little towards me. In my drunken state, I was finding it hard to concentrate through the sensations of his dick against my hole and let out a moan despite myself. "We don't have to keep going..." Jake offered, but it was clear that's not what he wanted. All this time, he was still rubbing against my hole, which was driving me into a frenzy, and the scent of Tim's cock still right in front of my face wasn't helping. "Uh... it's fine. Don't stop." I gave in. Jake looked up at Tim with a big grin and immediately pushed all the way inside me. I couldn't believe how easy it was to take him all the way. I opened up like never before. And the feeling... it was a whole new experience. I had never considered that it might feel different without a condom but this was amazing. I gasped in ecstasy and my hole involuntarily clenched around him. "Oh my god, that feels so good man! Your hole is so much better like this." Jake started fucking me harder, getting closer and closer to cumming. Tim pushed back into my mouth and I was overcome by all the sensations. I think I kind of blacked out for a bit, not sure if it was the booze, the sex, or some combination of both, but I lost all track of time. Suddenly, Jake started to tense up and he sped up his rhythm. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He said, still pounding away at my hole. "Do it, fuck his ass!" Tim encouraged him. Next thing I knew, Jake groaned loudly and pushed all the way in, holding tight to my hips and shaking. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and knew that he was cumming. All at once, it was like something broke inside me, and I knew that I would be chasing that feeling for the rest of my life. It was so much better than any sex I had had up to that point, and I loved the feeling of him leaking inside me. "You did great, boy." Tim patted me on the head as he started to move around to Jake. He grabbed Jakes shoulders and slowly pulled him back, his cock slipping out of me with a slight pop. "My turn." I started to get up. I didn't know anything about Tim and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be inside me bareback, but Jake gently pushed me back down and said "It's ok, you're going to love it." Tim lined up against my hole and started to push. I clenched against the intrusion, worried about the risk with a complete stranger, but my hole was weak from Jake's fucking and it slowly started opening up despite my best efforts. "That's it, open up for me. Just let me in, it'll be so good." Tim's persistence started to pay off and the tip of his dick passed through my first sphincter. I tried again to pull away but he and Jake were holding onto me and I couldn't move enough to get him out of me. I tried pushing him out with my ass, but when I did Tim leaned forward and another couple inches of him slid into me. "Nice, that feels amazing. Keep pushing like that!" I started to feel dizzy and between that and the amazing sensation in my ass, I couldn't help but moan and my head fell back onto the pillow. "Yeah, that's good. Just relax, you can take it all," Tim sighed as he continued pushing his length into me. I could feel myself opening up and between the lube, spit, and Jake's cum still inside me, it wasn't long before Tim was as far as he could go. Or so I thought... "Hold on boy, there's still more," he almost whispered and he shifted his hips against me. I could feel the pressure building inside of me and thought I was going to be split in two, when suddenly something inside me moved and the pressure released. I yelped at the new sensation and Tim said "Fuck! That's it, I'm past the curve now." Jake cheered him on, rubbing my head and trying to reassure me. "Boy, that ass feels so good and I'm so deep, not gonna last long. Jake, you lubed him up good for me," Tim said and started rocking his hips against me, sliding easily in and out of my slick ass. My brain felt like it was short-circuiting, like I couldn't form full thoughts against the feelings deep inside me. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, I loved the way it felt. Tim was bigger than anyone I had ever had, and the full feeling I got with him all the way inside me was intoxicating. "Mmph, nice and broken in now! Feel how wet that is? You've got a lot of my precum in you already, and I'm gonna put this load so deep in you, it's never coming out! After this, you'll never want to use a condom again," Tim tried to take his time, pausing frequently to try and hold off his orgasm, but all the talk along with the feeling in my ass was clearly getting him worked up. Pretty soon, he stopped talking and his breathing got heavy. "Oh fuck... here it comes!" Tim grabbed my throat, looked deep into my eyes, and with one final thrust, he pushed all the way in again and I could feel that pulse of his muscles contracting, shooting his cum deep inside me. He collapsed down onto my chest and I realized I had cum at some point during the fucking. I had been so carried away I didn't even notice. I was completely overwhelmed after taking two loads inside me, but I knew that Tim was right and I would probably never use a condom again. Still inside me, Tim leaned forward and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me fiercely. I couldn't help but get into it and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately. After a few minutes, he had softened enough that he slipped out of me, but before he stood up, he leaned in and whispered just to me, "Jake should be thanking you, you saved him tonight. I just pumped a massive 7-day toxic load deep inside you, knocked you up good boy. Your ass is mine forever." The End

next part is up (small one) this will go deeper into Jake's thoughts and feelings and the preparation of the new "roulette" game. the upcoming game will be explained (first part, the rest is still kept in the dark). so you need to read this first before the real action can begin. i hope it will cause some excitement and hopes for the upcoming parts. Part 21 The humid air clung to my skin like a second layer as I stumbled slowly toward the meeting point. I can smell a scent of hibiscus flowers mingling with the salty sea and fresh forest breeze, afraid and excited, knowing the second roulette game is going to start soon. Still, it feels like I'm dragging my soul to another slaughterbank ... I am a bit dizzy from the information about the point rate I just received , scowling at the scoreboard. Number 1... the most load taken from all the guests... How... how... did it get this far ? I still wonder. How could I become the hotel slut? Why ? The explanation Felix gave me... That's why ... Fuck... I really did not expect this. All those loads from Felix and Daddy ... Poz toxic loads.. . and I ... I took them all willingly... But ... but... I really enjoyed it all this far. And I even have a fresh load from Felix deep up in my hole. Did I underestimate the whole holiday ? Am I losing myself? Taking all their cocks... or am I ... am I just freeing myself... discovering the true me. My mind is reeling... the point rate? The hotel slut? The words echo , sharp and filthy in my mind over and over. But beneath the shame, a dark thrill pulsed. My hole clenches, still sore and slick from Felix's brutal fuck half an hour ago. His fuck, the sting, it was a brand. A proof I belong to them. To all of them. So... I won't change it. I will go for it... It might be too late anyway... Let me discover myself , my slutty wild side. This game I will play with all the love and power I have... With no doubt, willing, and with no limits. I'll give all of me. I can see a group of guys gathering. A host is in the middle, circled by twitching, eager bodies. White smartwatches glinted on their wrists like jewels . Neg sluts like me. They are being checked in for the roulette game. The host is ensuring they are all signed in. Slowly, I blend in and try to walk up to the host. As I look around me, the ages of all the guys are different, but I'm guessing no one is over 30. All the guys have different backgrounds. I really don't have the urge to speak to them. I am here for myself. And besides... I guess they all know me now... as the number one on the scoreboard . Slowly, I stumble to the host and stretch my arm with my smartwatch. He does not really pay attention but scans my smartwatch. It beeps. A note signed in becomes visible. After some time, the host is calling everyone together. "Please, pay attention, guys. We are heading out to the first roulette game. This game will decide how the game will go on for each of you. We will head out to the banana tree area. There you will find entry to the next roulette game , called... THE MAZE Okay, guys. Let's head out to the maze. "Follow me ," the host barks out. In a group, we walk to the banana tree area. My mind wanders to the rumors I hear from the other guys : tales of thick, ebony cocks stretching willing holes, of sweat-slicked dark bodies moving in sync under the canopy of palm trees. The African power, the roughness, the hard-on going fucks... The thought alone makes my hole clench. As we walk through the banana tree area , I wonder if Leroy is still getting fucked over there. I won't be surprised if he is, loaded with at least three loads deep in his now puffy hole. Even if he is exhausted, he will take it. Giving pleasure to his tops is all he does . The heat of getting fucked is his main goal, pleasuring and giving his body to be used by someone . There is no doubt in my mind that Jason, who is fucking Leroy, will take advantage of that. He will use him in any way he can , including that Indian boy's hole. I should take Leroy's mindset in that. My own pleasure should be less important. The pleasure of the top, fucking my hole, using me, should be my first concern. I should be taking pleasure from that, even if it hurts, even if it ruins me and leaves me in pain. That's my mindset for this game. While I'm lost in my thoughts, I start to automatically check out the bodies of the guys around me while we walk. Their tight asses, their slim bodies, nicely formed arms-I almost stumble against someone as we stop. We are here, the host calls out, as I watch the entrance of the bananatree maze. A large wooden entrance is visible, while banana leaves are covering the back view. Near the maze entrance , two towering African men are standing guard. Broad -shouldered, tall, dominant... their muscles gleam under the sun, black shiny skin as if it is polished. Their eyes scan each of us, including me. Nervous chatter from the group dies as they watch us. My own gaze lingers on their bulges, straining against their clothes, imagining the weight and heat beneath the fabric. I guess... it's true what they say about black guys... they are huge, hung. photo of the entrance of the maze and the black guards in the meanwhile, some help starts to give out some packages. while I am still gazing at the black guys at the gate, and I'm sure I am not the only one, I'm getting a package pushed into my hands. it is like a wake-up call... a bit shocked ... I snap out of my gaze. what is this? I wonder... I can see some kind of jock and a rope. why do I need that? the host starts to bark now. “please, all get your clothes off. most of you still have wet swim shorts on. you should be dressed in style... as bottoms ...” as soon as he says that some guys drop their shorts. sweet round asses , white, sun -browned , smooth, some a bit hairy, bubble butts, it all appears in front of my eyes. I can see the two African gate guards watch and laugh, watching how guys bend over to drop their shorts and pull their jocks on. I can't stop myself and watch their asses too , and their cocks... most of them are still soft, but some seem to be a bit excited . some cocks really look tasty... fuck.. . even with all the fear of the upcoming game... I can still only think about fucking. what a slut I have become... As fast as I can, I drop my shorts too . One of the helpers slaps my bare ass. "Keep the numbers counting," he whispers to me. I start to blush... Fuck, I really made a name with the score... as I put the jock on I can feel that it is tight as hell. It covers me just barely, and almost everything is really showable. Just a thin fabric between the humid air and my skin. I can see the others are putting the rope over their heads, hanging around their necks against their chests . So I follow them. I'm not sure what to expect from this. Photo of Jake "Okay, guys, now you are all changed, Pay attention. when you enter, there is no way back," the host barks at us. "If you decide to stop, these two guys will make sure you won't leave without your hole fucked open and dripping with cum... by all the tops playing... So be warned... and be real... you really don't want to miss out on the whole event..." Now listen closely, I'll explain the game you are all going to play. Called : ----THE MAZE---- This game has multiple parts , so I'll start with the first part of the game. The first part of the maze starts as soon as you enter this gate. The whole group will go into this maze, and the main goal is to find the center. This first part of the maze is made from banana trees , so you will recognize it from that. In the first part of the maze, while searching your path to the middle, you will stumble against some African Tops. If you wonder... these tops won a place in the first part of the maze by lottery. So we did not pick them... We do know what they are into , though , the host laughs... If you find one or more of them, these guys have special packages. Those you might need later on in the maze... so it is your choice if you interact with them. They won't say how they will interact with you, but you have to comply once chosen. If you want to interact, you have to pull their shorts down or whatever they wear. Just above the cock, it will show what interaction there will be, written in paint. After 5 or 10 minutes, depending on how far in the maze you are, you will receive a little linen bag from them. Take the little linen bag ; you can hang it on the rope that you're wearing around your neck. Try to collect as many of them as you can. Within it, there is a special package. You can't see what's inside, and you're not allowed to open it yet. Each top has a limited number of bags. So when you're too late, you can interact, but you won't get anything ; he will tell you that afterward ... The host smirks... When you stumble upon someone while they are interacting with a top, you can touch the bottom's shoulder. You will take their place then. The person before you won't get the special bag, and the time will be set again. This means if you feel a touch on your shoulder, you need to stop too ... So, you can bully each other and trick each other off... sweet from us, isn't it? The host smiles again. If I have to guess... you have to think and weigh it all really well. You don't want to go out in the middle without any special bags, but you don't want to be the last one to find the middle. So , decide how many bags you take, but don't lose your goal out of sight ... reach the middle as fast as you can. In the middle, you will find statues of cocks. There are big ones, smaller ones, fat ones, pierced ones, and... special ones. Each statue has a colored light. Beneath the statue, there is a QR code. Pick one and scan it with your smartwatch. Choose the color and cock you like the most. Each statue can only be scanned once. So, be fast; the one that finds the middle has the most to pick from. You will find me in the middle again; I will explain the second part of the maze there after all statues are chosen. Now… please open the gates to the maze, and have fun guys….. As the gates open, all the guys around me are starting to move, almost running, into the maze. I look around me, almost like a movie, observing them. In a second, I snap out of my thoughts , and my body starts to move, almost in a sort of ecstasy, heading into the maze without any doubt. Accepting my fate . My hole will get pounded, loaded, by some African guys. My body will be torn apart and used. What will be waiting for me in this event? Will it be as hard, painful, and cummy as the last roulette game? But now I'm more willing, accepting it. My hole is not mine. It 's there to use, there to fill, there to enjoy. And I ??? I just want their cocks and cum. Their poz cum, if they have it. Behind me, I hear the doors get shut... Let the game begin...

up against a dumpster outside a straight strip club. Guy was drunk said he didn't want to fuck, but wanted me to suck his dick in his car. kept telling him how bad I wanted his raw cock in my ass. He finally said he didn't want to see my dick. we went around the corner, pushed me up against the dumpster, dropped my pants - was wearing a thong underneath so he pulled it to the side and pounded me from behind until he bred me. Was so fucking hot. Love public sex.

BREED MY CUNT I got a message from a 30yr old lad simply asking, CUNT FREE? I love how this guy operates, horny all day at work and just needs to give his 8.5inch dick a workout and dump his frustrations before heading home. He’s a regular anon fuck n go breeder and I am expected to take his hard fucks and let him load me as quick as he likes. It’s the perfect arrangement! He provides a loaded dick and I am just a willing hole. He arrived 10 mins later, let himself in and made his way upstairs, Where he stripped off to his socks. I am not sure how he does it but his dick is always ready to slide straight in. I was on all fours in my jock and socks wearing my harness and leash. It’s made anon as I wear a pup mask. I never told him and he never asked but my cunt had already been made to take a load. My cummy hole was plugged but he could see my ass had been tagged with the pen to show proof of use. He yanked the large butt plug from my hole to reveal a dripping cummy hole. He pushed his dick to my hole and plowed inside. He then started his usual frantic fuck action. He fucks deep and real hard and makes sure I feel every thrust. He doesn’t usually last long and fucks more intensely than anyone else I CUMDUMP for. A minute or two in my cunt is all it takes and he’s usually pretty vocal when he breeds my cunt. I let him shoot his spunk in total silence as I know he gets off on that and I love listening to him fuck and cum.

FAIR THEATRE on Astoria Blvd in Queens LET ALL WHO WANT TO CHANGE THE ISSUE IT FUN TO TALK ABOUT THE PAST I HAVE BE EVERWHERE NEVER QUEENS , I WAS AT LAST WORLD FAIR 1964 LONG ISLAND NY ,THE BIG SUPER PENCIL , PLEASE SOMEONE BUY THE PLACE , CHANGE IT THE GANG IS CUMING TO HELP , IF YOU FUCK OR GOT FUCK THERE IT THE LAST OF THIS PLACE LIKE CONEY ISLAND GET THAT COCK SUCK OR GETTING FUCK NOTHING LEFT OR GONE I CAN NOT GET A REAL BLOW JOB 70/8O/90 TIME

Gave my last two loads to a super hot, super-twinky college kid who is now walking around campus this morning with what felt like a gallon of my swimmers sloshing around in his colon. Visiting a small college town in the northeast and satiating at a hotel near campus. Got in late last night…too late to find a warm mouth or a tight ass and so I woke up very much in need to unburden my bloated nuts. I’ve been super-busy with work and was walking around with a 5-day load of seed. I jumped on Grindr early this morning and started chatting pretty quickly with a young, cock-hungry bottom. After some quick back and forth he greed to stop by my hotel room after he finished a work-out at the gym which was a 10 minute walk away. I quickly prepared and answered a soft knock at my door. Jackpot! This kid pushed all my buttons…smaller in height and weight (he weighed around 135lbs, super-cute, smooth all over, and a sexy “come fuck me” smile. I had him strip down to his jockstrap and socks…and quickly had him bent over the arm of the couch . He had come straight from his work-out at the gym and so had that sexy, musky scent that I love so much and so I began to lick and sniff him all over…his smooth back, his moist pits, his socked-feet, his sweaty asscrack. Soon I had my face buried deep in that delicious crevice as the musky scent filled my nose as I went to town on he’s smooth little pucker. Pushing his small jock strapped cheeks apart revealed a tight little bubble-gum colored asshole that was hairless and winking and just begging for a good tongue-fucking…and I didn’t hold back as I licked and sucked and chewed on that kid’s tight little ring for a good 30 minutes. Once I satiated my hunger for boy-hole, I stood behind the kid, lubed my dripping cock and handed him some fresh poppers. I rubbed my leaky cockhead and smeared pre-cum on his juicy tong as I heard him take the first hit of poppers…and then shoved. That tight ring fought me at first but I was determined and after popping through his first resistance I was soon sliding deep into his silky chute in one long slow thrust…finally bottoming out and pressing my trimmed bush into his smooth crevice. Heaven! I knew I wouldn’t last long and after about 5 long and determined strokes I felt the freight train of my orgasm rush through my cock and shoot 6 or 7 massive spurts of my thickly creamy seed into the kid’s warm guts. I saw stars as I unloaded my heavy burden…what a massive load! Sometimes when I cum really hard I can just stay buried and quickly re-charge…and so I held the kid pinned down and continued grinding my hips into the boy’s upturned cheeks…rutting my half-hard cock until his warm silky cummy hole. It was then when I heard him hit the poppers again and whisper “Fuck me again Daddy!”…and that was all it took to get my cock stiff again and crawling deeper up in his warm squishy guts. The next round lasted longer as I deep-dicked the kid, using my first load as lube to fuck him silly. My second load was even bigger than the first and I surely impregnated that college-kid this morning. I kissed his swollen hole and then he cleaned my cock with his hungry little mouth and then we kissed good-bye. Love to think about him sitting through his classes today and leaking my seed from his wet squishy bottom all day.

Timmy Rides a Bull Of all the men in the brotherhood, Pedro was the one who most liked to fuck a wrecked hole. All of the men took pleasure in opening a tight hole or using a very sore mancunt in the days after hard use, or a hole so open you could jack off inside it, but Pedro loved to fuck a big open gash while it still wanted abuse. And he’d waited to fuck Timmy because he knew his bull cock could grow to its greatest size ever inside the supernaturally-gifted twink’s loose hole. Timmy was up in the sling. His short black mop was matted with sweat and his body glistened. They’d given him lots of water and Gatorade, but the massive, slam-sized booty bumps meant he just sweated it out as he took it I’m. The gorgeous tight muscle of the boys arms and torso were popping because he’d burned off what little body fat he had over these several days of pleasing the insatiable, super-naturally strong, men of the brotherhood. As Pedro slid his ugly, dripping, massive cobra meat into the blindfolded twink, Timmy arched his back and cried out, ‘Fuck that’s a thick, wide, dildo Daddy.” Pedro grinned and pushed it home to the root as Timmy cried out. Pedro roughly made out with the boy, who responded to Pedro’s rough handling like he was made for it. Pedro took the blindfold off the little twinks face and gave him a minute for his eyes to adjust. “That’s not a dildo, whore,” Pedro whispered quietly, “That’s a giant Latino cock at its normal hard size.” Timmy blinked, suddenly aware, “Oh fuck, when I say those special words you’re going to core me out, aren’t you daddy?” Pedro grinned, “Core you out so wide, wider than any toy or even big daddy Conrad’s stone cock.” Timmy shivered and then paused. Pedro could feel the boy flex his hole around the big, difficult-shaped cock and then he could see it happen, dark, twisted desire rose from the boys core traveling along his colon and the boy pulled his legs back wide. “Do it daddy, fuck me with that big bull dick,” he cried out, eyes again dark black, “Fuck me!” So Pedro fucked. And fucked. And fucked. Jerome grew rock hard, watching the huge, dark, rugged man ravish the gorgeous pale boy. Pedro looked good fucking anyone from German muscle studs to tall African basketball stars. But Pedro preferred beautiful boys—his own Bearer’s Companion was a slender, Spanish bullfighter who had traveled to Mexico City for a corrida (a bullfight) in the late 19th century and had disappeared after being seen entering a bar known to cater to men with strange tastes—and the contrast between his big body and a slender twink turned Pedro on like no other visual sight in the world. Well, other than what he was seeing now. The sight of his huge fat cock plundering a new twink hole. Timmy was in the sling, his arms up, and Pedro’s huge hands were linked behind his head, giving him ultimate purchase as he banged the twinks ass. Jerome was standing over them, stroking his hard meat, and occasionally giving the men little hits of poppers. Timmy was lost in the fuck, pushing his colon open with every thrust, as his body bagged to be taken deeper and wider. Pedro whispered, “Say the words, bitch, say the words.” And Timmy started chanting “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed…” as he got to the second recitation, the magic kicked in. All of the lights went out completely and both Pedro and Jerome shouted as their red tattoos began to glow and burn. And then Timmy started shouting, “Fucking huge cock” as Pedro’s cock began growing like a giant rock hard inflatable. Pedro couldn’t slow down the fuck if he had wanted to, but he didn’t want to because suddenly the boys hole began to feel tight. His big bull cock kept growing and growing inside the boy, and Jerome just held the bottle of poppers open under Timmy’s nose, allowing his twink asshole to stretch and stretch. After 20 minutes, Pedro’s bull cock had nearly doubled in width and had grown several inches longer. Jerome had grabbed the pipe again: Timmy was needing all the help he could get. His ecstacy was being tempered a bit by fear: Pedro’s cock felt like he was being fucked by a tree trunk. Jerome leaned in and whispered, “The only way to get through this is to just surrender. Surrender to your innate need to be a hole, to be stretched and destroyed.” Timmy opened his eyes, barely able to comprehend anything other than the feelings possessing his body, “More Tina, daddy, please.” Jerome knew there was no way the boy could manage the pipe, so he grabbed one of the vials and put a bumper head on. He held the boys head and steady as he could and gave the boy thee bumps—the equivalent of thrre short lines—then he went to his hole and began to run a steady stream of heavily-laced lube onto Pedro’s gigantic dildo sized cock. It took just a moment, before the boy’s hips opened wide and Timmy shouted “Rape my hole with your bull cock! Dark Lord, I accept my place in your universe. I am a nothing but hole to be destroyed.” At that moment Pedro erupted, balls deep, as Timmy shouted “Burn my soul with your dark seed, fuck, my hole is burning…burns…so bad….so good.” Jerome watched in fascination, as Pedro shot wad after wad of his ancient and powerful seed into the boy. He could see the huge outline of the giant dildo-sized cock in the boys pale abs,, and then he watched in amazement as it grew again. This final spurt of growth of the massive cock stretched some previously untouched place inside Timmy’s abused boycunt and he began having a series of rolling full body-and-colon assgasms. Within seconds, this massage of his huge meat brought another shout from Pedro who gave the boy a second supernatural load. In turn the second load, promoted another assgasm in the little twink. Jerome watched in astonishment as the boys body absorbed both loads. First all of his veins turned black, then bright blue, and all of the moisture and thin layer of healthy body fat he’d lost over the days and days of hard use was restored. This was a regular occurrence during ritual sex, when after absorbing supernatural sperm, all of the bruises and welts a bottom had acquired in the hours of pain before the ceremony were erased. But Jerome had never seen it happen anywhere else. Pedro and Timmy however, were not aware of this. They were lost in the bliss of man-twink fucking. Pedro’s cock remained its full giant oversize, but the boy was so loose and in ecstasy from the dual doses of sperm and all the drugs, that his hole was welcoming the monster. Still the cock was so huge, every time Pedro would pull out his cock completely out, he’d bring with it an every growing twink cunt prolapse. He’d then pile drive in, promoting a shriek of ecstasy from Timmy. They fucked for a solid 20 more minutes before the big cock began to return to normal size. And still Pedro fucked, as Timmy’s loose hole squelched around his ugly fuckstick. Timmy’s body had absorbed most of the sperm, but it still foamed with pink foam—cum, piss, blood, lube, and the boys natural cunt juice. Every ten strokes or so, Pedro would pile drive the hole, or radically fuck a different part of the loose cunt. And every time he did, Timmy would have another assgasm and make more pussy foam to froth around the huge cock. After a while, Pedro picked the boy up and Jerome and Pedro double fucked him standing up, holding the boy like he was light as a feather as they pounded the impossibly stretched hole. They used the boy for another one and a half hours, fisting him, fucking him, piss-fucking him, as he continued to periodically experience increasingly-painful assgasms as his high began to wear off. As Timmy began to feel the soreness in his hole, Jerome and Pedro began to slow things down. Enjoying the heat and sensitivity of very used cunt, they would slowly deep fuck him, watching the play of need and pain as they changed directions. Then they would release a big spurt of chempiss and start a hard brutal fuck, watching the boy ride the brief opening of his cunt the chempiss provided and continue to fuck him until he tightened back up and was almost in tears. Then they would change places and start again. Timmy experienced these successive waves of agony and pleasure as endless, as if he existed no where but as this hole which needed nothing but both. Every time they hurt him, he could feel dark forces lap at the fiber of his being from the dark black seed he’d encountered with Pedro’s second huge supernatural load. Then, as they filled him a spurt or two of chempiss and fucked him hard, his entire body with sing with the pleasure of the blue pure blood of pleasure the dark seed had morphed into as it healed him and opened him for the bull cock. Timmy was lost, unseeing, as the men changed places. But the the nature of the fucks changed, as first Conrad then Dimitri joined in the fuck. They lined their cocks up, each of the four men fucking his sore hole slowly and methodically, deliberating making him squirm and cry out, then each would delivery a spurt or two of chempiss and rail him. As they did so, each man made out with him, whispering dark and twisted thoughts about him and his hole interspersed with praise for his beauty. As they passed him around in endless rounds of this, Dimitri’s fucks began to dominate his thoughts, the periods of slow sore hole fucking longer, the pain more intense, interspersed with longer and longer periods of sheer ecstasy as his new lord’s cock plundered him. Finally, after several hours of this endless cycle, when they were alone, Dimitri lifted Timmy from the sling and carried him into the bedroom, still fucking the entire way. There he continued to fuck and fuck the boy, pausing from time to time to drop a few grains of crystal in before railing the boy again. After another hour of this, Timmy’s hole was so swollen it stopped responding to crystal chempiss or poppers and so Dimitri gave him a final big load coating his insides with rope after rope of seed. Aster making the boy clean his cock, he made him kneel on his knees and Dimitri, cock still rock hard, grabbed an Ambien. He gave Timmy the pill and held out his cock and Dimitri filled Timmy’s mouth with piss to wash it down. Dimitri grabbed Timmy roughly up and lay him on his side in the bed with his head on one of the pillows and his legs tucked up. He climbed in beside the boy, lined his cock up, and speared the boy to the hilt in one shove, Dimitri’s hand muffling the boy’s scream. Dimitri then pisssed a massive load deep into the boys cunt. It was so much piss Timmy could feel it pushing deep inside and stretching his colon, but Dimitri just wrapped his arms around the boy and brought his legs up, trapping him with his guts burning with need and Dimitri’s hard cock plugging him. Soon, Timmy’s hole was buzzing from the fresh load of piss and his colon spasmed and stroked around it’s big live plug. But Dimitri seemed asleep, and all the spasming just seemed to make his cock harder. TImmy was amazed at the man’s ownership of him and his hole. If he moved even the slightest Dimitri’s cock would somehow grow and his grip on Timmy would tighten. And so for several hours he existed in a netherland, as the Ambien and his exhaustion fought with the dark needs reawakened in his hole. Eventually, as Dimitri had known it would, the Ambien won and Timmy fell into a deep sleep with a plugged hole, trapped in the arms of an ancient sex god. ###

Well guys, it has been a while . A bit busy and trying to make this part worth reading. I hope you guys like the next part. I was trying to make this a really good, twisted one because it is part 20... The whole story is getting bigger than I ever intended it to be. But ... as long as you guys like it, I'll try to add some storyline to it. And the whole hotel base setting makes it possible for all exciting adventures. this part has a slow start. trying to get from the previous scene to the new one. but once there, I tried to make it an intense one. it closes some parts and opens new ones to proceed for the next chapters to start with the second roulette game. love to hear what you guys think of it. enjoy reading. Part 20 As I walk over the path, with my cock still hard against the fabric of my shorts, I am thinking. Fuck... what happened here. How dumb could I be... leaving them there, fucking, playing, in that banana tree garden, and I let myself just fade away... without any resistance... How could I ..... Fuck ..... I bet they will go on for a while . And Jason's smartwatch was red... It means he is poz. I really wonder... Did he fuck my friend Paul back home before the holiday? Did he.... maybe..... poz him up???? And that's why he could not come???? Why he has been sick??? Those thoughts just run through my mind, but I'm not sure of them all... I did not look closely at his watch. Is he toxic? How toxic? Is he on meds? I still don't know that. I could hit myself in the head... how could I not.... how could I be so stupid that I did not watch it... I don't know, but it has no point to speculate on it, I guess... My cock still hard, pressing against my shorts. While I follow the path back to my room, I can still taste Jason's cum and the Indian twink's hole on my tongue and in my mouth. Sometimes even parts of cum that leaked out of the boy's hole and I took into my mouth are still around my teeth . It keeps my cock hard, tasting them. Damn . I should have stayed... but it's too late now... let's see what the rest of the day will bring. And I still have the roulette game later on today . Thinking of that, I watch on my smartwatch what time it is. Fuck ... it's 11 : 48... I never make it back before 12 . I take the shortest way to my room, with a fast walk. I'm going to be late, but hey, every minute I can take is one... Once in my room, I see some clothes lying on my bed. A card comes with it. Dress code for the African theme party at 12 : 00 hours. It has 2 sets : a swimming short in tiger prints and a very short short and tank top . I choose the swimming shorts with the tiger print. It is way faster to jump into that, and besides, the party at the main stage is at the pool. So it would be nice to get a swim. As fast as I can, I jump into the tiger print swimming shorts , get my flip-flops on, and head right out of my room again, setting my path to the main stage and pool. I can hear the music playing. It's African music and it looks crowded . A lot of men have come to the party, all dressed in tiger print swim shorts or clothes. The heat of the sun is doing its own part ; it is really hot, so it makes the African party even more African, I guess. I can see some male dancers in the crowd and on the stage. They wear feathers and traditional clothes. They are all shirtless. Their bodies are muscular . Some are shiny black-skinned, a lust for my eyes. Sweat is dripping on their bodies while they dance. The hotel built a temporary coconut bar at the pool, so in this heat I could use a drink and get my mind a bit off what happened earlier. I walk to the bar first, before I head off to the swimmingpool. Next to the bar, there is one of the dancers. He looks hot, very hot. His black body, wet from sweat , dances , glittering in the heat of the sun. My mouth almost starts to water. I am not the only one watching him. I can see bulges all over... While the black dancer is doing his moves, I can sometimes see his cock swinging against the fabric of his traditional clothes. I guess he knows that too , but he makes no intention to hide or prevent it. Should this be the dancer that the help talked about earlier ? Did he fuck with him? Photo African themed dancer Damn ... I wish I would ... he could rip me apart. I can feel my hole twitching. Slowly , I walk to the bar, my gaze on the dancer. It is almost hypnotic. Instantly, I get an open coconut made of glass, filled up with a cocktail drink. I don't even know what the bartender gave me, but it looks and tastes good. I keep watching to all the dancers. They look like African gods, I think to myself, while I put my flip-flops at the side of the pool and jump in the water. The pool is not deep at all ; the water is just reaching my knees, but it is refreshing. The music is playing nicely , guys are dancing in and outside the pool. There are hot bodies all over. Some guys clearly have a hard-on, and when I watch closely , I can see some guys grinding some asses, some are touching, and some... are sucking... It is all happening in public, and no one really looks up from it. It is like they don't care at all, and it is all normal. Ill join up in the party, and start to dance, whit my cocktail coconut in my hand, in the pool. This feels so relax and fun. This is exactly the thing I was expecting from the holiday. Not all the fucking ... but... I don't want it any other way now... Photo of the pool party, guys dancing I dance and I dance. Almost stumbling against other guys , but everyone is okay . Some start to grind my ass and move on again. Some guys drop down next to me and start to suck someone . Too bad not with me, but it gives me a perfect way to watch others suck. Some guys swallow and have some cum dripping around their mouths. It's so hot. After some time, I feel a big hand grabbing my ass through the fabric of my swim shorts . It's a big, tight grip on one of my cheeks and a finger pressing close up to my sphincter. My body shivers at the unexpected firm touch . I can feel the dominance of the unknown person behind me, his eyes staring at my back. "Hi there, Jake, missed me ?" Slowly I turn myself, staring into the eyes of a hot Latin guy. It is Felix... the partner of the daddy, whom I both fucked with last night. My hole is still remembering their cocks and starts to shiver with excitement . His hand is still firmly placed on my ass. Both his biohazard tattoos stand out perfectly on his skin, a bit shiny from the reflecting sun on the pool onto his body. Some water or sweat is running down his chest. I can only lick my lips. I nod to him. Fuck , I did miss him ; I want him and his daddy to fuck me again, even if it is here in public. Slowly, my hand reaches automatically to his crotch, and he lets me. My hand grabs him, feeling his half-hard cock through the fabric of his tight tiger print swimshorts . Just above this, his hot tattoo of 2024 showing with pride, the date and loads that he took when daddy poz'd him. I sure missed it, I whisper to him, while he starts to laugh. "Daddy is not here," he tells me . "It's just me with some friends hanging out and partying in the pool," he says with a dark, low voice. Slowly and steadily, I put myself closer to him, watching him in his eyes. My hand pushes at the beginning of his swim shorts and slowly reaches inside. I feel his shaved pubes, tickling my fingers while I push my hand deeper into his shorts. Slowly wrapping my hand over his cock, playing with it. My fingers touching his balls, and I start to jerk him slowly. My eyes still locked on his. his cock even feels better and bigger than I remember from last night. Guys are dancing and partying around us, not paying attention to us. But even if they did, I would not care. Knowing this cock fucked me. My hole served his cock and wanting him again. My hole shivers with the thought. I lean in, and my lips start to kiss him , tasting his soft, warm lips, and soon his tongue follows. Our tongues wrestling, our world getting smaller to just us two. I don't care about others watching or being in public. I've lost many limits and borders this holiday, so why should I start to hold back now? We kiss intensely , while he keeps his hand on my ass, grabbing it tight and his finger pushes against my hole through the fabric of my swimwear. I taste his spit while our mouths wrap around each other . His small trimmed beard scratching my chin. Real slow, I start to pull my lips away from his and kiss his neck. While my hand keeps jerking him , feeling him get harder and harder. I kiss my way down to his chest. My eyes fixed on his two biohazard tattoos on his muscular chest. I start to lick them , following the lines of his tattoo , circling it to his nipples . I suck on them and then go back to follow the tattoo lines again to his other nipple. He moans softly, a noise that I love to hear, a compliment to the job I am doing. Slowly, I go down, kissing his belly, his belly button, until I reach the waistband of his swim shorts . The humid air presses against my skin as I kneel in the cool water of the pool. Music pulses-reggaeton bass thumping deep in my chest-and colored lights dance on the water's surface. Laughter and splashes surround us, but my world narrows to the man standing before me: Felix. Sweat glistens on his dark skin, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. His swim trunks hang low on his hips, and the thick outline of his cock strains against the wet fabric, already tenting it obscenely. My mouth waters instantly ; a primal feeling settles low in my belly. I want him. Water from the swimming pool is now to my chest. Bent down, with my head before Felix's swim shorts, which clearly show his hard cock . My mouth grabs his hard cock through the fabric , teasing him, playing with it, while my hands play with the waistband of his swim shorts. "Been waiting for this all night, papi," I murmur, my voice trembling with tension Slowly , really slowly, I pull it down , inch by inch , revealing his trimmed pubic hair and the base of his shaft . I watch into Felix's eyes while I see him smile. He loves this view of me, bent before him, begging for his cock , ready to pleasure him publicly in the swimming pool . The scent of chlorine, coconut oil, and a musky warm smell from his body floods my senses. I can smell him. The smell I sensed before while he fucked me with Daddy earlier. I yank the trunks down his powerful thighs, freeing him. His cock springs up, thick and heavy, glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the swollen, purplish head. Thick veins pulsing along the shaft of his cock, the head swollen. It's everything I crave. A big, powerful, thick cock that is willing to fill me up with its big poz cream. "Fuck yeah," Felix groans, his hand tangling roughly in my hair. "Show me how much you missed it, puta." I don't need him to tell it twice. I lean forward, my tongue darting out to catch that salty-sweet pearl of pre-cum. The taste explodes on my tongue -a musky, primal, salty, addictive taste. A low groan rumbles from Felix's chest while a shudder runs visibly through him. Then I open my mouth wide, taking his cock head into my mouth , slowly sucking it in. My tongue circling around the sensitive ridge of his cock head. I can hear Felix moan softly wile I am doing this. His veins on his cock are pulsing, making him harder and harder with each pulse I can feel it getting hard as iron against my tongue. I sink down slowly, taking him deeper, my jaw stretching wide to take his cock all in A low moan vibrates escapes deep in my throat as I sink down further, feeling his thick shaft stretching my lips, filling up my mouth and throat. After a few seconds, my nose presses into his shaven pubic hair, at the base of his cock. It is short shaven, just enough to show a dark shadow and tickle my nose. I breathe , inhaling his raw, intoxicating scent, while some water drips from his stomach onto my face. He pushes his hips slightly forward, so his cock slides just a bit further down my throat . I hold it there, my mouth wide stretched open, his cock pulsing in my throat , slightly gagging, while I keep looking up to his face, into his eyes. His cock only half way in my throat. "Coño, that mouth," Felix growls, while his hands grab the back of my head. His hands tangle roughly in my hair, massaging me, while I'm on my knees, in the pool, with his cock half in my throat . I'm not sure if someone is watching, but who cares His hands guide me by pushing the back of my head. I obey, hollowing my cheeks, taking it deeper and pulling back again. I'm sucking hard as I pull back up the shaft, then plunging down again, taking him deeper each time. I keep doing that while his cock gets harder and harder. I feel it grow in my mouth. Felix hisses, tightening his grip on my head, guiding me, pushing into me, while his hips bend forward. He keeps pushing hard until my throat opens up more. I try to relax my throat, accepting his cock, to go deeper. His thick veins on his shaft, pulses against my tongue while he slides even deeper into my mouth. I gag slightly, saliva drips down my chin, tears pricking my eyes, but I push through. I don't hesitate, and I don't pull back, driven by pure lust. The sounds are obscene. wet slurps, my choked breaths, his guttural groans. I let him fuck my mouth as deep as I can, worshiping his cock. This is about him. His grip tightens, pulling me harder onto him, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. "Te encanta, verdad? You love sucking this dirty cock , don't you?" The scene and excitement are making him curse in Spanish. I moan while having his cock pounding my mouth. My own cock is getting harder underwater , trapped in my swim shorts, ignored. This is all I want. I just want to pleasure Felix. Slowly, Felix is letting my head go. His grip is getting looser, giving me more space to do whatever I want. But I don't let him go. My eyes are watering, spit running down my chin. I start to suck him, pulling back, taking his cock almost all the way out of my mouth before I push myself back onto him. I suck him like I'm starving. My lips crash down against the base of his cock and his shaved pubic hair. I suck him deep, hard , and fast. I hollow my cheeks, bobbing faster, the wet, filthy sounds lost in the music from the pool party . His balls slap against my chin. I can taste some pre-cum in my mouth. "Maldita sea, Félix, eso se ve delicioso." A voice cuts through my focus. A Spanish-sounding voice is calling out near us. It is not Félix . I glance up, Félix 's cock still buried deep in my throat, still on my knees bent down in the pool. A Latin guy stands nearby in the pool, with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers , his eyes wide and fixed on us. He has a grin on his face. He is hot, really hot, as far as I can see, just like Félix .... My eyes watch his body while Félix's cock is still deep in my throat, and my eyes start to water again. He is taller and broader than Félix , but if I have to guess, around his age or even a bit younger. He sips on his beer, his eyes still locked on us, specifically on my mouth stretched around Félix 's cock. A jolt of raw heat mixed with some shame shoots through me. My mind goes crazy... I am being watched... being seen... servicing Félix like this. I moan around Félix's cock, filling my mouth, the vibration making Félix curse and thrust his hips again. "Your little maricón knows how to suck cock, huh?" I know that word.... He is talking about me, as a sissy fag... "He does ," Felix now talks to him ; he is the best fuck I've had here yet, while he smiles at me. "Don't stop, Jake, this is my friend... Just keep sucking ," he tells me. The crude words, the intense stare, and the verbal encouragement from Felix only fuel my desperation. I am fully in heat. I'm not thinking clearly, and I don't care what others think of me. I want this ; I need Felix now. My body is just begging for it. I can feel my sphincter itching , wanting it. I want to make Felix hard, to get him ready to pound me. I suck harder, faster, slurping. My lips pulse over Felix's cock, while my hands start to play with Felix's balls. I want Felix's friend to see how good I suck and how good I make Felix feel, how much I love this dick. Felix's breathing turns into moaning while he grabs a beer from his friend and takes a sip. Felix pulls my head back slightly, his cock slipping wetly from my spit. He pulls back , pulling the head of his cock out of my mouth, leaving my sucking lips with a loud pop. A thick string of spit connects my mouth to his glistening shaft. This is my Cuban friend, Jake…. he laughs. One of the guys we are here with. You know, we are here with a whole group of friends, including Daddy . You saw us all hanging out in the restaurant before... while you were spotting Daddy and me... My eyes get wide... I did... I did... I have seen they were with a group... but I did not really pay attention to the others... And if you think I'm big and toxic , wait until you see him and hear his story, Felix laughs ... If Daddy were right here, he would tell you all about it while my cock would be pounding you in the meantime . But I guess he is busy fucking another boy just like you now... So ... you will hear that story later, I guess... "Enough teasing now," Felix growls, his voice thick with lust. "Get up and bend over the edge. Now." My heart is pumping against my ribs while I stand up, and I feel Felix's hands grab me. He spins me around, facing the pool. The pool party continues. People are laughing in the water nearby, music pumping. But for me, it feels like there is a huge distance, muffled. It is only Felix and me, and his Cuban friend watching us now. All I feel is the cool water under my knees, the humid air, and the burning hands on my shoulders from Felix behind me, guiding me to my place. I scramble forward, bending over the edge of the pool, my ass presented to them. My soaked swim shorts are yanked down my thighs in one rough motion. The air hits my exposed hole, making my sphincter clench instinctively. I hear the slick sound of Felix spitting onto his hand, then the thick, wet slide as he coats his massive cock. I feel the head of his cock against my hole. The intense, hot pressure... his cock against my hole, trying to get inside me. Invading me... like a conqueror. Slowly but steadily , my sphincter is giving in. Felix is entering me. The heat and wetness of his cock feel so good. I missed this. I missed his dirty cock in my hole. Knowing that he's fucked me before, loaded me deep, and given me his poz load already... wanting it again... I know his poz status, but still , I want nothing less. My neg hole, and as far as I know. Is his to breed again. Felix pushes forward, slowly forcing my hole open. My body tenses, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he breaches me. My sphincter gives, and it feels like it is ripped open again by a knowing force…. the force of Felix's cock. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but quickly melts into a deep, aching fullness. I can feel a plop. the head of Felix's cock just plopped in. My body shivers, and I let out a soft moan. Fuck ... he is in me once again... I can feel his heat, his slimy wet cock head in me. It feels so good and dirty at the same time. Felix doesn't stop. He pushes deeper, inch by inch ; he is sliding deeper into my tight hole. It burns and stings, but at the same time, it feels slippery, warm, and good. I huff and moan while he keeps pushing deeper into me. I can feel him slide deeper and deeper , a burning hot feeling. He's stretching me deep and wide. My fingers claw at the wet tiles of the pool edge while my eyes are locked on his Cuban friend. I try not to whimper . Fuckkkk ... I moan out loud while I feel Felix's balls hit my ass. Felix's cock is fully in me. I feel him deep inside me, the head of his cock poking against my second hole. He is taking it with pride , the Cuban guy tells Felix . While I hear Felix laugh... My hole is in pain, burning, but I love this feeling. I can feel Felix's veins pulsing in my hole , my hole tightly wrapped around his bare cock. I can see his smartwatch glowing red again. He is leaking pre-cum into me. There is nothing new ; I know he is poz. And I love the feeling of his cock deep inside me. Water splashes around us as Felix starts to fuck me , slowly but steadily, in and out. He is finding his pounding rhythm. My hole feels like it's getting torn inside out - burning, stinging, warm... I can't hold on and start to moan softly from pleasure and pain. "Fuck, you're tight again," Felix grunts, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave some bruises behind. "But you take it so well ." He pulls back almost all the way, leaving me feeling empty and desperate, then slams back in hard. A choked cry rips from my throat. The force of his thrust sends water splashing high around us. Each powerful drive of his hips pushes me forward against the pool edge. My cock, trapped and hard, rubs painfully against the rough tile, adding another layer of sensation. Felix sets a brutal pace. Deep, powerful thrusts drive the breath from my lungs. The water swirls around us, splashing against our bodies with every impact. The sounds are filthy and hot….the sound of a brutal, deep fuck. The wet slapping of his balls against my ass, his ragged breathing, my own high-pitched moans , all lost in the party noise. I can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock thrusting against my inner walls. The stretch is overwhelming, the friction deliciously rough. He fucks me like he owns me, and right now, he does. My hole is getting roughly fucked, scratching my inner walls, making small cuts deep in me. Felix knows….. I know... he is fucking me that hard and intense. He wants to bruise me. He wants to make my hole ready to coat it with his toxic cum . And I ... I let him... I let him fuck me... I want him to cum deep in me... "Look at him, taking it hard and deep," Felix shouts to his friend. "Look how this slut loves it!" " He knows what he is chasing and what he is getting." I glance back, catching the Cuban guy's intense stare. He hasn't moved. He leans against the side of the pool, his beer forgotten. His eyes are dark and hungry, fixed on where Felix's cock disappears into my body. My tight hole wrapped around Felix's cock , a mix of ass fluid and pre-cum coating Felix's cock, making it all even more shiny and intense. The humiliation, the exposure, sends a jolt of pure heat straight to my own neglected cock. I moan louder, pushing back against Felix, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me!" I gasp, the words torn from me. "Harder, papi! Give it to me! Breed me!" Felix laughs, a dark, triumphant sound. He adjusts his stance, spreading my legs wider with his foot. His thrusts become even deeper, impossibly harder. I whimper hard when I feel a sharp sting deep in me. It feels like a snap. Felix just pushed through my second hole , going even deeper. Some tears automatically run into my eyes. My hole, deep inside me, feels warm, filled, and wet. Fuckkkk….. I moan out loud, hard enough to get over the sound of the music. Each plunge feels like Felix is trying to reach my throat by fucking my hole. The water surges around us with every powerful drive. I feel stretched impossibly wide, filled to bursting. My hole burns, but it's a good burn, the burn of being used exactly how I crave. My moans are constant now, ragged cries punctuated by gasps as Felix pounds and rubs his cock over my prostate relentlessly, sending electric shocks through my body. "Breed me, breed me!" I moan out loud . "Make your daddy proud!" I can feel Felix's cock swelling inside me, pulsing hotter, thicker. Oh, I will ... he laughs... I am fucking you for both of us... I'll shoot our toxic DNA in you, boy... Felix starts to pound even harder. Hard, deep thrusts , smacking his hips hard against my ass. His cock, pounding like a big knife in me , bruising me the way I crave. An almost animal groan tears from his throat. "Aquí viene, maricón," he growls. "Take my fucking cum!" He slams his cock deep into my hole again and holds it there, grinding his hips against my ass. I feel his cock pulse , thickening up, and his veins widen... then... a hot, thick wet pulse deep inside me as his cockhead flares and releases a flood of cum. It shoots deep in me. I can feel it, the warmth... it stings a bit, coating my inside walls and shooting hard against them . Pulse after pulse, I can feel his cock shooting big loads of cum in me. I moan loudly with every shot of cum I feel... Felix is holding me in place meanwhile , so I can't pull my ass away if I would have wanted to. The sensation of his hot seed spilling inside me, marking me, claiming me, is overwhelming. A shudder wracks my body. My own cock jerks painfully against the tile, untouched but leaking. Felix pulls back slightly, panting, his cock still buried deep , sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Good boy," he barks to me while I look back at him. Catching his eyes, I feel proud and exhausted from the pleasure I gave Felix , and not to forget the fulfilled burning feeling in my hole from his cum swimming in my guys. His Cuban friend lets out a low whistle. "Dios mío, Félix," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. "You're wrecking that hole." Felix grins down at me, his eyes predatory. "Just doing my job," he smiles darkly, his hands tightening on my hips again. "This boy knows what his ass is meant for." He pulls his cock back, almost all the way out of my hole , the thick head barely in my sphincter , then drives forward again with renewed force. He pushes really hard and forcefully . The water explodes around us. I moan hard again while I can feel some cum dripping out of my hole. Felix just laughs. He owned me completely. And I loved every filthy, powerful second of it.... while he keeps his cock buried deep in my hole, he grabs my chest and pulls me close to him. his hard fit chest against my back. his nipple pushing against my back. his breath around my neck. it is time to see your ranking, Jake ... he whispers in my ear. just after he says it, he licks my ear with his tongue down my neck. I shiver again, while I still feel his hard cock buried deep in me. The beating music slowly gets softer and softer, while the spots are going on, on the stage. The host walks up , followed by some help who are pushing a big iron X on wheels . Someone is bound to it. "Are you all having a great party?" he shouts out loud to the guests . Everyone yells back to confirm. Felix and I don't yell; instead, I can feel Felix trust his hips again for a second, pounding his cock up and down in me again. He does not pull out, though , and I really don't mind. I love the feeling of his cock still in me. As you know, we are here to start the African theme day, beginning with this great party. I hope you all like the whole setting, dancers, music, and drinks. For the opening, I would like to start with this African beauty , hanging right here behind me. You all know him, the boy who broke the rules. The helps turn the cross pretty easily , because it is standing on wheels. I watch as I see Kayode exposed on it, hanging, naked , with only a small cloth around his cross. Cum is leaking from his hole and mouth, over his body. He looks exhausted , whored out, and not interested in all that is happening. It seems like he is in his own mind , that exhausted ... This boy broke the rules and therefore got fucked for more then 24 hours long by anyone who wanted... I look back to Felix while his cock is still buried deep in me. Did you? I mumble... Felix laughs at me. I did not, I saved my load for your hole... and starts to kiss my neck while he thrusts his hips again, causing me to let a short, soft moan escape out of my throat. As you can see, cum is dripping out of this boy's hole. He took more than 800 cocks and loads within this time : toxic ones, negative ones, high viral loads, and so on. His sphincter took a beating, and... you guys ripped it... You gave him his punishment. You guys fucked and used him so hard that his sphincter is ripped and torn apart. So ... his hole will stay open for all his life. He will be leaking, and everyone will know what a slut he is. He has to wear some diapers now... the host laughs meanly . By not following the rules, all the images and videos taken of him, from all the encounters he had, will be publicly placed on the internet. No worries, the top faces won't be shown, only their cocks. Kayode is not even protesting ; it is like he is not taking it in at all. He is too far away in his head. This way, this boy receives a punishment for life, just as he agreed to, by signing into this holiday . And now, he will be expelled and sent back home. Please, all wave him goodbye . Most guests start to wave and make some noise , while the helpers push the cross off the podium, with Kayode hanging on it. While I am watching that, I feel Felix pulse his hips again, ramming his cock a bit deeper in me again. It makes my mind set back to his cock instead of the view of Kayode. Felix's cock is still hard, though it is getting a bit softer. He keeps it up my hole, though . If I have to guess... to be sure his cum won't leak out of my hole. Now for the top scoreboard .... A lot has happened .... A lot of fucks have taken place, and a lot more cum has flowed . The big screen turns on now, with the top score from the last time. I can see my name again... almost in the top 10... 42 loads..... Now... place 8 starts to disappear , it was Kayode... So everyone lower, moves one rank up. Well, guys, we had to correct this score. number 8 was booted, so... The host speaks into the microphone. Now... let's count the new loads in....... and be aware, these are the stats from one hour ago.... Everyone is getting excited , even Felix behind me, while he pulses his hips a few times, making his cock push back and forth in me and stimulating my prostate again. I moan softly while my hands grab onto the back of his ass. I don't want him to pull out of me.... I watch the scoreboard while the loads are being counted. My eyes are fixed on my name... I guess I get 5 or 6 maybe? If someone came inside me twice . I'm not sure... I can see my numbers going up and up... really fast... How... what???? I am shocked... my mind is overheating while I'm watching my number go up... I took Daddy's and Felix's loads... a load from the guy at night at Kayode's ... But ... this ???? How... 10.... 20.... 30.... 50 loads are counted in my numbers and it keeps rising... This has to be a mistake. What is this????? A feeling of panic becomes part of me... panic, while I feel Felix's cock slowly push up and down in me... Felix is grinning... barely audible to me ... My numbers keep going up... 60.... 70... whattttttt? Wtf????? No way... how???? My name is really fast entering the top 10 and top 5.... It keeps counting... I shut my eyes... this has to be wrong??? They made a mistake... this can't be. Is this a dream... I need to wake up.... we have a new leader on the scoreboard; the host announces exciting news . and most of the top 10 scores have changed with it. well ... someone has been busy... number one clearly is in the lead with a big score... i can hear the crowd go wild and clap for the achievement. with that, i feel felix's cock pushing in my hole again. he is pulsing his hips again. slowly , i open my eyes to see what score i have. fuck... no... no way... how... I'm fucked... I'm really fucked... I am... probably loaded with lots of poz loads... how??? my eyes are fixed on my name, which stands out at number one... a count with 257 loads... how? how???? fuck... no, this can't be... I never took so many. this has to be a mistake. I never did this... i whisper ... i hear Felix laugh softly... you did, boy he wispers in my ear... remember the frozen cum at daddy night? while daddy and I fucked you and lubed you up with the frozen cum? you took more than one of those frosty cum shot rockets... we started to collect those loads some months ago when we booked this holiday . freezing them, load after load until they became real big frozen cumload rockets. made from our toxic load. so yeah, boy, you took that many loads... we are making you a winner in every way this holiday ... he laughs out loud. with that, he pushes his cock hard up my hole, so I feel his cock sting in me again , making me shiver. and you know what... another load is right inside of you, making you go up one load again... no thanks for that, he smiles, while he kisses my back. now go and enjoy your top ranking... I'll see you later again. with that, Felix pulls his half-hard cock out of my hole, pulls his swim shorts up, and smacks my ass with his bare hand before I hear him turn around and walk away in the pool together with his Cuban friend. I'm in shock... a sort of dream, while I automatically grab my swim shorts and pull them back up. really... am I that kind of slut... is this what I became... is this me... what the fuck did I do? and there is no way to change it now... I guess I have to accept that this is what it is and this is what I am... a slut. I can hear the host pronounce the beginning of African Day and that the next roulette game is about to begin. That within a half hour, the participants have to check in right at the side of the pool. Participants like me... the ones that signed in... And there is no way... I want to break the rules after seeing what happened to Kayode. I have to accept my fate ... I will be fucked, used, and loaded here and will be poz by the end of the holiday . Photo of Jake in the pool, after being fucked by Felix. Still in shock by the scoreboard.

I do like being stealthed, and it started (of course) with a broken condom. Didn't realize until he pulled out that it had ripped, and back then I was a bit naive and simply assumed it broke during the heat of the battle and he didn't notice. Looking back though, I doubt he did not notice the difference in feeling... I like getting surprised during sex, so it's a welcome one these days.

I wake up later than I had wanted to. Kimmy has left for work for the day, I'm now alone at her house with her dad that was thinking of me when he masturbated last night. I grab my backpack and run across the hall to shower before I go down to their pool to sun and swim. I start the shower and rummage through my back and pull out my swim trunks. As I do this the rest of my clothes and my toiletries bag falls out. I put the clothes back in and notice I also packed my speedo. I throw it on the counter for later decision and grab my shampoo and soap out of my little bag and look at my douche...fuck it. I grab my douche as well and get into Kimmy's shower. I fully wash and clean myself and my hole, but really what's the chance her dad will fuck me today? I don't have condoms, no lube, but then again, I've yet to need either one as my exes were too shy to move past bj's, let's be honest though I was only with them as a means to fit in and be with someone my age, if people knew that what really turned me on was older me, like old, my dad's age would be the youngest that I'd want to be with. Too many 80's porn videos with Chad Davis were stolen when I house sat last year. I get out of the shower and rub lotion all over my body, it always feels very sensual when I do this. I look at myself in the mirror. Not overly hot I guess, but fit. I'm barely five and a half feet tall, scraggy brown hair, no body hair at all, chiseled chest and abs from being a very athletic teen, a cock that looks nice at 7 inches and a smaller thickness than most of my classmates had at full mast. My best assets have to be my thighs and ass. Kimmy and our friends are always jealous of my ass, even their boyfriends try to sneak glances at it when we're at the pool. Plus my thighs are quite muscular from a decade of cheer, soccer, and running. I spread my cheeks towards the mirror and look at my tight rosebud. I put a bit more lotion on my hands and rub my cheeks and tease my hole with one, then two fingers. I start slowly fucking myself with them. I enjoy the feel of each set of knuckles as the push past my sphinc... "Alex. Hurry up and put your swim suit on and come take a dip with me." Mr. Martin startles me as he knocks on the door. "Yessir, I'll be down in a minute, just need to finish up with the sun screen." I respond shakily, as though I was just caught with my fingers in my virgin hole. "Good boy. I will coat your back if you need. Don't keep me waiting." His voice fades as he walks away. "Good boy?" Did I hear him correctly. God I wish he'd coat my hole with his cum. Stop it Alex. He's your best friends dad...that you've known your whole life...that was stroking to fucking your last night.....I look at my cock and finger the precum off of it and rub it on my hole. I look on the counter and pick up my swim trunks and look at them, then my growing cock in the mirror. I stuff them into my backpack and stroke my cock a few times before I slide my tight white and blue speedo on. My hard cock straining against the fabric. I make my way down to their poo where Mr. Martin is already swimming. "That's a nice looking speedo you have there. Give me a twirl." I obey him. Slowly spinning around, slowly putting on a show for him. "Very nice. What go you all hard?" My face immediately turns red. "Oh...um..well...teen hormones I guess?" "They don't go away with age, trust me. I take it you herd about Rebecca and Me? Guessing Kimmy told you everything." "Yessir, sorry to hear that y'all are getting divorce. Actually I'm not sorry." I hesitate. "Is that so?" "Well. I've seen Becca around town with her old coworker a lot more lately. And she seems pretty happy, and I get the same vibe from you these past few weeks. I'm glad you two are friendly still, for Kimmy mostly. But honestly, I'm glad you two get to be open and not have to limit, hide, I don't know the right word. But you both get to be what you want to be. Too many people seem to get stuck in their lives because of social pressure, or are scared to admit who they are. Half the women at the church I use to go to were 'upstanding examples of Christian ladies' but damn were they the meanest, cruelest, gossipy bitches I've ever seen, and I was on the cheer squad! And Kimmy feels pretty similar, at least that's what she tells me. But the most surprising this was that you're gay. I just never saw it, or thought to look.." "I'm glad to hear you kids are so mature for your age, but then again, we, and your parents, hated raising y'all in the same society and headspace we were forced to grow up in. I've been gay for a long time, but I only really accepted it and flourished within it for the past four or five years. I'm glad that you get to live it your whole life, I felt so awkward in my own skin for so long. I'm glad to be free. Well for the most part." We tread water and lightly swim from side to side as we talk. "Well I've not been the most boyish boy my entire life, so it has been pretty easy in that way, but down here it's a bit nerve wracking outside of school and our family and friends. But that's why I'm going to school in Cali. Much more accepting, plus the art scene is really big...So how's the dating pool for you?" "Ha! Well.." he swims closer to me as though he's about to tell me a secret, I swallow nervously. "I haven't started dating yet, but I may never, not here. I have a group of friends that we...enjoy each other's company. But if we dated like we wanted to, it'd be quite the scandal from Savannah to Atlanta. What about you? I've never hear you talk about a boyfriend or anything. Kimmy says that you've not really dated other than a couple of boys for a week or two." "Oh, umm, I'm not really attracted to my classmates and I don't want to get stuck here and not experience more of life than this shit hole. Most of my class mates, and the kids from other years never leave here and look miserable. So yeah. I mean, I've had some experiences, like, I love sucking cock, it's so....shit. Sorry I just got um...wait." He swims behind me towards the side of the pool. I feel his hand and leg slide across my ass as he makes his way over. "What do you mean by 'Date like you'd like,' why would that be a scandal?" He turns around to face me with his hands on the side of the pool. "I think you know. Did you enjoy the show last night?" I turn stop sign red, I swallow and speak, "I...I didn't see much. Just what was on your phone and the porn on the TV, I didn't see anything, I promise." He chuckles, "That's a shame. Come here." I swim over towards him. Just as I get to him, He pushes himself up out of the pool. I don't realize what's going on in time to stop moving. As he comes up out of the water, his fat cock slaps across my face as he pulls himself up to sit on the side of the pool. His fat cock pointing straight up. It's gotta be a good nine inches long and girthy. I grab onto his legs to keep myself from hitting the wall of the pool, and him. "This is pretty close to a fantasy I've had for a while. Here's a nice cock for you to worship. If you worship it good enough, I'll show you what a real man can do for you." I cant take my eyes off of his cock as he lightly strokes it a couple of pumps. "If you suck it, we can spend all day and evening experiencing what we both want. I can even take you to meet some friends before I take you home." I swallow again and caress his muscular thighs as my hands make their way to his spear. I lick my lips as my right hand feels the heft and warmth of his member, my left hand caresses his balls. I slowly lick the top of his shaft, tasting chorine and musk. "MMM that's it baby, lick Daddy's cock." I kiss the bottom side of his cock from tip to base, my hand pushing his cock away towards his dad-belly as so I can smell his balls and begin licking them, sucking each one into my mouth as I look into his eyes. "Good boy." Pride swells in my chest and my need to please men flares up. I lick up the bottom side of his cock to the tip and take the tip into my mouth, I add light suction as I work more and more of his cock into my mouth. "Oh fuck." I hear as he reclines back in pleasure. I grasp each thigh for support and go to town on his fat cock, drooling all over it as I worship it. I have one goal right now, to work this cock into my throat, burry my nose in the patch of pubes at the base of his fun trail. I keep working on in, eyes tearing up from the challenge. I make eye contact as I kiss his cock when I come up for air and spit on his shaft before I gobble it back down. We continue this dance for what feels like forever, but also not long enough, I finally work my gag reflex and breathing until I'm somewhat easily able to deep throat him. "God damn Alex. No one's been able to deep throat me on their first go." "I love sucking cock and yours is the best one yet." I respond before I take him back into my mouth. His hands grasp the back of my head and he begins using my head like a fleshlight. A few moments later he bellows as I feel cum shooting down my throat. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and continues to spurt the rest over my face. He pulls me out of the pool and I lay on top of him. His still hard cock against my hard leaking cock in my speedo. We make out for a moment, his cum on both our faces. "Inside now. There are two things I love more that sucking cock and that's eating ass and breeding twinks like you. I'm about to do both." I start to get up but he peels my speedo off and smacks my ass. "Fuck I've wanted to see this naked for a long time." We make our way inside and into the living room, Mr. Martin guiding my shoulder from behind. His other hand caressing my ass. He move the ottoman into the middle of the room and I get onto it, laying on my back. Mr. Martin drops to his knees, hands on the back of my thighs and pushes them towards my chest and I feel his breath and beard on my ass. He kisses each cheek several times before kissing my taint and working his way down my crack. I moan as his lips lightly suck on my rosebud. "Oh fuck." It feels so naughty and amazing, his tongue then licks around my hole teasing me. Then something is pushing into my hole ever so slightly. It's his tongue!! I think about all the things I've read that bottoms should do for their tops, or their first times and all I can focus on is pushing out. "Good boy, let's get this boi pussy ready for Daddy." "Yes...ahh, ohhhhh." HIs tongue is now pushing through my ring. He begins to push it in and out. Every so often I feel wetness and warmth in my hole, he's pushing his spit in for lube, oh god I'm really doing this. My best friend's dad is going to pop my cherry. I'm ripped back to reality when I feel two fingers push past my hole as his tongue continues to flick in and around my rosebud. A third one. They begin fucking me. I feel my hole stretch open for him. All of a sudden I feel empty. "On your hand and knees." I roll over, pre cum is now pouring out of my cock. Once I reposition his hands are all over my ass. Is this what women with big tits experience when they have sex, I jokingly wander. "Lay on your arms and arch your back, slut." I follow his command. "Daddy, please fuck me. Please pop my cherry. I've waited for a man like you to give it to." I say looking back at him. His eyes have changed. They give off a primal, elemental gaze. "Daddy's going to take care of you good." He pushes the head of his cock against my virgin hole. "This is gonna hurt so good, then you're gonna want more and more." He shoves his cock past my ring, I feel an intense pain through my lower body as his cock invades me. His thighs rest against mine. "Sometimes its better to just rip the band aid off. Especially for sluts like you. Yea, you're a natural slut, you just don't know it yet." I nod my head with tears. He begins slowly moving his cock in and out of me, spitting on it every time he pull most of the way out. "There's a bit of blood, baby, but that's normal for this type of penetration. I want to make sure my DNA mixes well. Don't worry I'm not poz, well not yet anyways, but I want you to keep a part of me in you as your first." The pain is going towards pleasure now as he's grabbing onto my hips and fucking me really aggressively. A new sensation overtakes my body and I feel like I'm peeing, I look back at my cock. "I'm just milking you sweetie. It's just cum don't worry, you'll lick it up soon." He rolls me onto my back and picks me up and we both are now on the floor. He kisses me and stares into my eyes as he pistons in to my hole. My cock hasn't really stopped leaking as his cock punches across my prostate. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed. Fuck your hole is the best one yet!" "Breed me daddy. Give me your seed. Oh god!!" He kisses me and pushes his forehead against mine as we stare at each other. His face is turns read as he roars and breeds me. We stare at each other in silence as his cock twitches and spurts his seed into me. I start laughing in ecstasy, "Oh my god, that was amazing! Do we have to stop?" I ask as a caress his hairy chest and shoulders. "It's barely 9am, lets get some breakfast and we'll go for another round or three." He bred me four more times that day. We went to one of his friends house and he introduced me to a couple of them and my classmate came out of the bathroom naked. Clearly they have been fucking his as well. We all fucked the night away, all of them fucking the two of us. Mr. Martin and I fucked a few more times, and I blew him twice at work that week before I packed my Corolla and drove across country for my freshman year of college. Hoping to learn all I can, and maybe make a name for myself in the art scene. Little did I know what was to befall me in the next few months. I do make a name for myself in the art scene, a big name in a very particular scene as well, but not how I anticipated.

Searching for Answers After their experience with the Crone and the Deep Forest trials, Dimitrios and Conrad went back home. Both felt changed, altered, but neither knew how or why. Over the course of the next year to eighteen months, they grew more apart, unable to live in the same home but somehow still linked by their shared history and long friendship. Finally, they decided to take a sabbatical from their professional lives and travel the world. Neither of them needed to work for money, as both men had ample—Dimitri’s was actually more like vast—trust funds and decades of lucrative investments. Conrad had been thinking of starting his own small, boutique HIV practice anyway and Dimitri had a younger brother who was eager to prove his worth in the family business. And so it was decided, a year or two of sabbatical and they would return and Conrad would start his own practice and Dimitrios would return as company president or senior board advisor, and both would only do the professional work that interested them. At first their trip was nothing but frustrating to their larger goal of understanding what was happening to them. Prague was its usual festival of gay visitors and its crop of young men fed Dimitri’s growing obsession with small blonde twinks and muscle twunks. Conrad was less happy, as his sexual conquests increasingly tended towards slender, wiry, lean, muscly, men with darker skin and hair. To add to the aura of frustration for both men, the Crone was no where to be found and no one had ever heard of anybody called—or nicknamed—the Great Stag. And so, given the general direction of their experiences, they figured they should go to the epicenter of Euro kink: Berlin. After just a few weeks, both men were more content, as the city was filled with eager, young German and Scandi blondes for the Greek Muscle God and, well, the WASP Jock Doc was getting an ample serving of Latino, Spanish, and gorgeous Turkish butt. And then their luck really started to change. One night as they were about to leave Prinzknecht, a hot short muscly red-headed barback with a fantastic ass approached them. “Ur Dimiti an’ Coanrad, reit? he asked with an adorable Scottish accent. Both men got hard: here was a boy they could agree on. But he handed them an envelop, the smell of patouli wafting off of it. “A’ old granmither gave me ‘tis fur ye’se.” The note was from the Crone, telling them to go to the fist party the next Sunday at Böse Buben private clubhouse. And yes, since you’re all wondering, red-headed Rory was a fantastic fuck, eager for as much Greek and American cock and fist as he could get the rest of the two years they lived in Berlin. ### Timmy’s Rosebud Conrad finally stopped fucking the boy, driving his big cock in and filling the boy as deep as he could with potent chempiss. After Dimitri gave the boy a huge piss load, Conrad slipped several giant rocks in the boys hole. He grabbed one of his signature inflable plugs, positioning it so that it as it inflated it would block and stretch the boys outer opening forcing the piss in deeper and eventually entering Timmy’s second hole. “Daddy’s gonna pump this up, because you want that daddy chempiss deep inside you making you feel good,right?” Conrad demanded. Timmy, smiled dreamily, already feeling the healing powers of the potent chems to his sore hole, “Yes daddy, I love the chempiss, want it deep inside my boyhole.” Conrad smiled, “Tell me when it hurts. Do daddy proud through, show me what a little man you are, and let me stretch a bit before you ask me to stop.” Timmy agreed and Conrad began to pump. Of course, by design, Conrad didn’t hear Timmy ask him to stop until the twink had asked the third time, his breath catching as the football-shaped plug began stretching both pf his holes at once while pushing the huge piss load deep inside. Conrad looked down, “I’m confused boy, not thirty minutes ago you were begging me to stretch your hole and hurt you. Was that a lie?” Timmy was confused—he could barely remember five minutes ago let alone thirty—but then he vaguely remembered those moments. “No sir, that’s what I said.” “Good,” Conrad said, “You’re going to get three more pumps.” He smiled at Dimitri who was loading up the pipe. They both knew if the boy kept quiet Conrad would only give him two. This time. Timmy struggled and gasped, but didn’t say a word and he thanked Conrad profusely for giving him only two more. Dimitri settled in beside the kids head, and started feeding him the pipe. Once the kid was flying, Conrad had him get up and kneel on the bed, ass up and chest flat. He cried out but again kept his mouth shut as the change in his body’s geometry forced the big load of piss and the big plug a bit deeper in his hole. The two top men lay on the bed to relax, the pump to the boy’s plug within easy grasp of either man. For the next sixty minutes, they stretched the boy, waiting until the drugs kicked in and Timmy began to want it. This happened on cycles of about around seven minutes, depending on how many pumps of air the boy took. Conrad invariably gave three or four, Dimitri two. From time to time, right after a big stretch, one of the two men would go down and praise him for being a good boy then feed him deep lungfuls of the pipe. Once the boy was really flying, he re-entered his subspace, his mind focused only on his hole. And now he begged them to stretch and use him. And so Conrad did, pumping the plug up until it was stretching the boys outer ring almost as big as his supernatural knot, pumping until the sound of Timmy begging to be used became grunts and little cries of pain. Conrad did this until Timmy was rigid, his whole body shaking. Conrad held the boy like this for five minutes, and saw that Dimitri’s giant cock was hard as steel and he could have sworn he saw a faint red glow on his tattoo. His own cock was like iron, and he knew what his beast wanted—to slam the boy and keep stretching until he was weeping. But the boy was Dimitri’s, and so Dimitri was ultimately in charge: Dimitri would be the boys first slam. Instead Conrad did the next best thing, in his view of things anyway. He deflated the toy until it was the size of a fat zucchini. He squirted a bunch of laced up lube in—the boy was dehydrated and had reused his top men’s urine moisture for his own body’s needs—and he gently fucked the boys second hole. He positioned the inflatable football plug so the widest part was inside the boys second ring, shoving the security base right up to the outside of the first hole. He then dumped a 1/2 gram of Tina in the boy, right and left of the toy. And Conrad began to pump. Timmy kept himself under control for far longer than Conrad had expected. As the toy began the long slow stretch—Conrad was waiting a few minutes between stretches—Timmy pulled his own asschecks apart, making cries of ecstacy, rocking his ass back and forth like he did when he was into a fuck. But the stretch was inexorable, and Timmy began to struggle, but still he merely grunted, forcing his chest down against the bed. Dimitri came and whispered in the boys ear, and then obediently the boy ground out, “Please doc, hurt me, daddy, stretch me hard. Destroy my pussy.” Dimitri gave the boy four big hits of poppers and nodded at Conrad. Conrad started pumping steadily, leaving just a few seconds between pumps. Timmy struggled and began to moan, so Dimitri gave him another four hits of poppers. Once those kicked in, Conrad started pumping as hard and fast as as he could, taking the boy from moans to keens to screams. Once the boy was screaming at the big stretch he stopped and waited. Dimitri forced the boy towards calm—his face was alternating between bliss and agony—and fed him four more hits. Conrad started tiny little stretches while Dimitri gave the boy hit after hit on the pipe. Conrad stopped, and admired his handiwork. The boy was rigid, sweat dripping off his body and his surprisingly large eighteen-year-old boycock streamed precum and piss. His eyes were screwed up tight, and he was just moaning and groaning, lost between pain and his desire to have his hole used. The big toy was stretching the boy’s outer hole about an inch and half less than Conrad’s own big supernatural knot, which meant the inner hole was stretched about two inches more. From time to time his entire body would shake as his involuntary muscles tried to make the toy unwelcome. One this happened Dimitri would reach around, making sure sure the toy didn’t move. Finally, after several more rounds of poppers the boy relaxed, his chest went low and he regained his perfect arch. Dimitri loaded up the pipe and made the boy do cloud after cloud. Then,he gave him six huge hits of poppers. “Beg me to use you, Timmy, beg me to use your hole,” Conrad demanded as he started big hard quick pumps. “Please daddy use me, hurt me, use me Daddy,” Timmy chanted. When the toy was truly huge in the boys hole—his outer ring stretched tight and wide, about a full two inches of additional circumference, and his inner ring an agonizing two more as well—both considerably larger than Conrad’s cock—Conrad stopped. Dimitri fed the boy poppers and more tina, until the boy could handle the pain. It was a just barely handled state, though, Timmy occasionally jumped and gave small keening sounds, crying “Fuuuuuck, big stretch, fuuuck.” Conrad set the little timer they kept in the room to eight minutes. When the eight minutes were up Conrad ordered, “Show your Daddy Dimitri how much you want his fist, beg him to cloud you up so I can stretch you more.” The kid struggled inside his mind, but soon the drugs took over and he begged Dimitri for more drugs. Dimitri gave him four huge clouds, making him hold them in as long as he could. Then he gave the boy four big hits of poppers as Conrad began to pump, counting. When he got to three pumps the boy started screaming, so Conrad went to six and just stayed still. The boy was flawless in his suffering, still holding his ass high but his upper body undulated and writhed on the bed. He could almost see with his wolf sight the war in the boys head, as Timmy struggled to accept what he clearly craved. Conrad gave the boy two more pumps, the screaming started again, and then stopped and the boy dropped his chest, and offered his ass, despite the rigid body his limbs stayed and Timmy gave deep moans. Dimitri laughed and came over to Conrad and grabbed the ball, “You just made me a fisting pig, my love, thank you.” Conrad gave the boy more hits of the pipe and dozens of hits of poppers. In the end, Timmy was able to take another eight pumps before the screaming started again. Dimitri pushed him, and the boy got himself under control enough that he took three more. His little hole was stretched so, so wide, and Dimitri held him at the giant stretch until the screaming stopped. But now instead of submission the boy was shaking as he tried to push it out, crying out, “Oh fuck, daddy.” Dimitri gave him two more until he screamed, counting aloud back from sixty and then paused to admire the hot suffering twink, his hole unnaturally wide and tight around the plug and his abdomen distended. As he deflated the toy, the boy stayed in place as if frozen, and then seconds later assumed the position of submission. Conrad threaded the toy out and squirted in the most heavily laced lube of their arsenal. Dimitri greased up his huge right hands and forearms to his elbow with thicker lube and dumped a gram of Tina in his palm and made a big square fist. Conrad was over stroking the boys facing him, cooing “Such a good boy, so proud of you,” as he fed him a load of piss. The boy looked up at Conrad as if worshipping a god—which, to be honest, he was—and Dimitri paused until the boy had drank the load. Conrad moved the boy closer to the edge, his ass facing the back, and in a position where Dimitri could kneel beside the bed, his biggest fist at the boys ass, and his hands able to hold the boy by his torso or throat. Dimitri knelt and smiled. The boy was truly perfect for him. He leaned in and kissed him on the head, calling him such a good boy. The boy melted, his face nuzzled in the man’s huge bicep. “Did you like it when we stretched your little boypussy with that inflatable?” Dimitri demanded. The boy blushed slightly, but he said solemnly, “I loved it Daddy, it hurt sometimes but I loved it. Hurt me again Daddy, hurt me until I like it, please.” Dimitri smiled, and said, “Sure thing, pig boy, Daddy loves to do that too. Timmy started moaning, as he felt the big square fist being shoved up his hole, Dimitri holding his torso in place. Dimitri pushed into the molten depths of his new prize boy until he was knocking at the door of Timmy’s second ring. It was too fast and too deep for anyone’s first fisting, but Dimitri needed the boy to give him even more submission, even more of himself, than the boy had given Conrad. Dimitri froze, enjoying the boys visible struggle and the feeling of the boys fiery colon’s struggle to take his big arm. Once the struggle ceased, Timmy made a loud, deep, groan. Then he started making little noises of pleasure. Dimitri stuck his thumb out, into the boys second ring, and started making sensual circular motions. After a few minutes of this the boy was working up into a frenzy, and Dimitri started pushing the big pile of Tina in his palm into the deeper hole. Within seconds, Timmy was starting to try to fuck himself on Dimitri’s huge fist. Dimitri stopped him, grabbing him by the throat, and slid his hand out. “What do you need, slut?” Dimitri demanded. “Oh daddy, stretch me,” Timmy cried. “Gladly, slut,” Dimitri replied, sliding back in until again, he was at the boys second hole. Over the next thirty minutes, Dimitri’s fist entered and exited Timmy’s hole smoothly, until the hole began to loosen. Timmy was in a frenzy, enjoying the ride, cooing and moaning like the bitch in heat he’d become. Soon, Dimitri was punching the boy, keeping the experience smooth for the recently deflowered virgin. Dimitri punched the boy until his pussy was wet and sloppy, lube flying out with every punch. Timmy was a natural-born punch pig, begging his daddy to go harder, deeper, and crying out, “More sir, more sir.” Dimitri kept this up for a while, until his hardest punches could go in smoothly and the boy was lost in pleasure. Dimitri nodded at Conrad, who had been lying back and stroking his rock hard cock, and Conrad came over. He lubed up his hands and arms, going past his elbow. He dumped one half gram of Tina in his palm and closed it, making a big fist. Like his cock, Conrad’s fists were big and rectangular, a good half inch wider than his husbands, and his forearms were wide and flat, with very wide wrists. He was about to show Timmy what a punishing fisting felt like. Dimitri drove in and then used his fingers to flutter in the boys second ring. Timmy was in ecstasy, “Oh yea, Daddy, I need deep stretch, please, daddy.” Dimitri smiled and pulled out. “Reach back and show me your hole, and beg me to fist you deep, little pig,” Conrad commanded, sitting down behind the boy. As the boy immediately did as instructed, Dimitri grabbed a bottle of poppers, and got down by the boy, feeding him several big hits. As the poppers kicked in, Conrad drove his fist in until it was at the boys second ring. The boy was rigid and silent for a moment as his body absorbed the wide arm. He moaned and said, “Oh fuck, doc, oh fuck, so big.” Conrad gave the boy a minute, then he said “Beg me to destroy your cunt.” Conrad immediately started flicking Tina from his palm into the boys second ring. Timmy gave a little cry at the sudden burn, then he lowered his chest flat and said, “Oh god yes, please daddy, destroy my pussy, cunt me daddy.” Conrad obliged, popped his huge fist into the boy, until the muscle of the little ring closed around his his wide wrist. Timmy’s mouth opened in a silent howl. Conrad gave the boy a minute and nodded at DImitri. Dimitri gave the boy six big hits, and as the boy exhaled the sixth hit, Conrad pulled his fist out of the boy completely. Within seconds the little pig was begging for Conrad to destroy him again. And so Conrad did, driving smoothly into the boy past his second ring time after time until the boy was taking punches like the little whore he was. It didn’t take long for Dimitri to want to join in the fun, so he greased up his arm and they took turns. Soon they were changing angles, making sure the boy took their fists in all directions, stretching the hole wide and deep. The boy was doing extremely well, begging and pleading for me. Finally, Dimitri whispered, “Punish that boys pussy.” And held up his fist and made a twisting motion. Conrad nodded and Dimitri grabbed a gram vial and when Conrad pulled out, Dimitri dropped the pussypowder in. Conrad started punching it in until he felt it take affect, the boys hole undulating around him. He drove his fist into Timmy’s second ring and began to twist and turn while pulling in and out. Timmy started yelling and flopping about and Dimitri held him down, as Conrad started to use the same motion while going deeper. Suddenly, the boy stopped flopping, and Conrad pulled straight out and then started doing the same thing to his second ring, Timmy immediately started crying out, “Oh fuck daddy, punish me, punish me, cunt meeee.” Conrad kept this up for a good twenty minutes, before going back to straight punching. The torturous twisting had made the boys hole wide open and Conrad was able to go several inches deeper, until he was about two to three inches inches above his elbow. Then Dimitri took over, going in deep and dropping another quarter deep in Timmy ‘s guts. Dimitri’s arms were longer, but easier to take as they were relatively narrow behind his wrists and tapered out. Timmy thrilled at the way the big forearms stretched his hole as they went in. For a solid three hours they fisted the boy, and while Dimitri got him to take his elbow, the boy couldn’t take Conrad’s wider, square arms nearly as deep. They finally decided to take a break, and lay on the bed, Timmy between them. Each of the big men pounded the boy again, making him beg for their toxic loads. They then spent an hour or two cuddling, slowly fucking him when they let Timmy stuff their cocks into his hole. They constantly praised him, his body, and what a good boy he was. Stroking and kissing him, and sometimes fingering him gently. Timmy was still incredibly horny and the two men’s prescience made him what them to use him again. But they refused, being gentle and kind. It was now well into Saturday afternoon and so Conrad gave the boy half of a sleeping pill—giving him some piss to help wash it down. After Timmy drank both their loads of piss, they put him in a bed in one of the spare bedrooms with a big buttplug lodged in his ass. Timmy fell asleep almost immediately—he never taken a pill before—and Conrad and Dimitri went to rest in the master bedroom.

Sorry for my English, it's not my native language. But I hope you will still have fun. Part 1 I knew early on that I was more interested in men than women. When I was young, I found some of my father's sex magazines. They were magazines about gay men. I was most interested in the stories where one man dominated another and fucked him regularly. I found stories in which the passive partner was forcibly locked in a chastity belt particularly horny. When I was 18, I took the opportunity to go to a sex store in the next biggest town. It was a normal sex store for heteros. I was quite nervous and only bought a few things, a cockring and a dildo. I wore the cockring almost all the time from then on, so I was always horny. I especially loved stimulating myself briefly until I cum, but then not letting myself come. Over time, I got better and better at this and after just a few weeks I was able to keep myself horny all the time. Whenever I was undisturbed, I fucked myself with the dildo, but also without letting myself come. About six months after my first visit to the sex store, I went there again. As I had been constantly stimulating myself for over two months without cumming, I was extremely horny. Besides my cockring, I only put on a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. Through the jeans, you could see my thick, extended 8.5“ cock and my big balls very clearly. I actually wanted to go to the same sex store as the first time, but on the way there I came across a gay sex store. So I decided to give it a try there. Visibly nervous, I entered the sex store and was amazed by what I saw. Not only was I pleasantly surprised by what I saw, but my horniness increased immeasurably. At first I just looked around the store. I immediately noticed three people in the sex store. Two employees, about 20 years old, who were dressed very sexy. Both were only wearing boots, jocks and a muslin shirt that exposed their fat pierced nipples. What was striking was that they both wore cuffs on their ankles, wrists and around their necks, which were secured with locks. Behind the counter stood a man of around 40 to 50 years of age dressed completely in leather. I immediately suspected that the boys were the leather man's slaves. I grabbed a shopping basket and headed for the books. I quickly found a book about how a boy was kept strictly chaste by his master. Then I looked around and found what I was looking for in the dildos and plugs. On the way to the jocks, I passed a small display case. It immediately took my breath away when I saw what was there. It was filled with all kinds of chastity devices. I stood in front of it for quite a while, so I didn't notice at first that one of the boys standing next to me. When I noticed him, I was a little startled, but he immediately put me at ease by addressing me. "Hi, I'm Mike. Are you interested in the chastity belts? You're welcome to try some." Somewhat taken by surprise, I just stammered "Yes, I would be happy to." He opened the showcase, took out a few items and just told me to follow him into the changing room. On the way to the changing room, he grabbed a few other items, went to the counter and was handed a small brown bottle by the leather guy. In the changing room, he asked me to strip completely. What I didn't realize at the time was that it wasn't the official changing room of the store, but that it was a bit out of the way. A little hesitantly, I undressed completely in front of him. When I stood naked in front of him, he immediately grabbed my stiff cock and commented appreciatively on what a hot piece I had between my legs. With his other hand, he grabbed my ass and without much resistance, he penetrated my hole with one finger. At the same time, he remarked that he could understand that with such a hot ass I would have to restrain my cock with a chastity belt. However, before I was to try on the various CBs, he wanted to prepare me accordingly. So he led me a few meters further to a shower. He put a cream on me and after a few minutes I had to shower it off. It took less than 10 minutes until I was completely depilated from the neck down. However, before I could get out of the shower, he came to me and said he needed to prepare me even better. I didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he reached into the bag with all the things he had collected and took out a small attachment for the shower hose. After a few minutes, he told me to bend forward. Then he pushed the attachment into my cunt and turned on lukewarm water. He rinsed my ass several times until only clear water ran out of me. He then filled another half liter of water into a bag and added a fairly large amount of white powder. After shaking the bag, he connected it to the metal tube and let the entire amount of water flow into me. He pulled the metal tube out of my ass and immediately sealed it with a plug he had chosen. Before I could say anything, I felt an intense burning sensation inside me. The boy just grinned broadly and asked if I could feel anything yet. I couldn't say anything to him, I just moaned really loudly. "Man, I'm so horny all of a sudden" I said to him. I could hardly control myself not to grab his cock, suck it hard and then let him fuck me. He seemed to guess my thoughts because he quickly pulled his jock down. I could immediately see that his cock was firmly locked in a chastity belt. "Unfortunately, I can't fuck you with my cock because it's been locked away in the CB for over two years. But our master will give you a good pounding and pump your ass full of his cum". I was just about to reply when I was kicked hard in the balls from behind. "Shut up, you pig!" I heard the leather guy from behind immediately afterwards as I went to my knees in pain. He grabbed me and pulled me up. "I love turning big cocks into very small cocks". He pushed my head down and I had to look down at my super small cock. "It won't get any bigger, I will teach you that and the chastity device that you will wear permanently from now on will make sure of that". He gave the slave boy a sign and within a few moments I had been fitted with a chastity cage. It was much smaller than the two boys'. Then I was pushed back into the shower and the plug was removed. After I had emptied myself, he pulled me to a bench and pushed me forward. My ass was well up in the air and I could already feel him squirting something into my ass. It burned like hell but after a short time my ass wanted to be filled. "Ha, ha, you cunt, does the pig need a fat cock"? I could already feel a fat glans on my hole and a fat PA. "I'm going to ride you in now my new slave and before you get out of here, your ass will be well filled with lots of cum". No sooner said than done. With one deep thrust he penetrated me completely.

It was Saturday and I was in need of a haircut. I knew of a barber shop close by that I never tried before, so I thought I'd give it a try. I drove over there and walked in, finding it was empty. I was the only customer. The barber, not surprisingly, said "Come on it." Seeing how I'm gay I have pretty good gaydar, I suspected the barber was gay which I thought would make for interesting conversation. I'm a small framed guy and was wearing a pair of shorts and a T shirt. I was also wearing a pair of blue, very small undies made for gay men. The barber, in contrast, was a big man with a crew cut, and had a deep voice but still had a slight lisp, which is probably why my gaydar went off. I hopped up in the chair and he put that big cloth thing over me putting it tight around my neck. "How do you want your hair cut today?" he asked. I said I wanted a crew cut like his. "Okay, great. That's easy enough." And, as he began cutting my hair he made small talk about the Rangers and local sports. As he eased over to my right side he leaned into my right arm which was at the height of his cock and it felt like his cock was up against my arm. I stayed still as he moved ever so slightly moving his cock across the side of my arm as he continued to cut my hair . His cock leaning on me started making me hard. I knew he was seducing me. He moved away and turned around to grab another cutter, and ands were under the drop cloth, I undid my shorts real quick, sliding both my undies and shorts down far enough to let my cock stand up. By the time the barber turned back to me, even a casual viewer could see the outline of my hard cock under the cloth. He now positioned himself to my left side, lowering the chair a little bit, so his cock was now at face height. My cock started to twitch under the cloth. I'm sure he saw it. It was obvious. He was cutting away when he directed my head towards him. His hands were rubbing my head more than a usual barber would do. I could see his big cock through his pants. It was that obvious. But he kept cutting. I started rubbing my cock cock under the cloth, and then he finally acknowledged me, saying "I like that." I looked up and he was looking at me rubbing my cock under the cloth. I started staring at his hard cock in his pants. He responded to my gaze, asking "You like that, don't you boy?" "Yes, sir." He moved extremely close to me, all the while rubbing my head, and then directed my face towards his big cock, in fact he slowly pulled my face up against his crotch, and held me there as he got a big hard on. Then he paused and went to lock the front door, hanging the 'Out to Lunch' sign in the window. My cock was stiff and throbbing, and when he had me stand up out of the chair, my shorts fell to the floor. He got behind me and undid the cloth. I was standing there with my little undies down , my cock still hard with a t shirt on that he quickly pulled up off of me. He massaged my shoulders looking me over. "Follow me," he said. He opened a back door which led to a small room that contained a bed, three video cameras and a television. The barber instructed me to sit on the edge of the bed, which I did. He pulled his pants off reveling a really big hard cut cock. He turned on the tv and the camera. He stood in front of me and I naturally reached out and grabbed it his big cock. It was really warm. His cock had a really big head, and he was oozing pre-cum. He offered me his cock, and without hesitation, I kissed it and licked the head, swirling my tongue over it. From the position where I was situated, I could see the TV screen, and in the monitor I could see myself enjoying his cock. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth, talking dirty, making me submit to his big cock. "You love sucking my big cock, don't you, boy? You just love taking it in your mouth, don't you?" I looked-up as he stroked my mouth, his verbal seduction of me was clearly a turn-on for both of us. Each of us knew his role. He kept it up, asking "You need that big cock, don't you?" and "You need my big cock up your boy pussy, too, don't you, boy?" "Yes, sir," I replied. He then lay back on on the bed, his big cock standing straight-up, and hard as a rock. I positioned myself between his legs and resumed sucking his big cock, up and down the shaft and over the head, and then rubbing my tongue down the shaft to his balls. I used my hands to pull down on the cock and tell him to push out his pre-cum. I watched as the pre-cum would drool out of his cock head. Then I would lick it clean. The taste of pre-cum was becoming heavy, and when he told me to straddle his cock, I did. We started by pinching each other's nipples, his cock lodged under my balls. Leaning back, I rubbed our cocks together, and when he pulled me up, I knew what he wanted. He fished some KY from the drawer of an adjoining night table, I willingly lubed his cock down with it, and no less willingly applied a generous amount on my hole. We were fixin to bareback. There was no mention of poz status. I was too hot for cock to care about it at that point. I grabbed his big cock and slowly worked the head in. The camera was rolling and positioned to see his big cock head penetrate my boy hole. It took some time, but finally I got the head in. He grabbed my hips and held me steady as he started pumping me slow and steadily, working his cock in a little more with each stroke. I moaned with pleasure as I slowly loosened up taking all that big cock deep. My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum on his stomach. He went in balls-deep and held it there, only taking short strokes. I massaged his balls and I could tell his pre-cum was making me slick. He said "I'm gonna breed you," and with that we flipped positions and he fucked me from behind. I felt like I was gonna cum. He was fixin to fuck a load out of me without even touching my cock. It felt so good. He was hitting the right spot. I said "Don't ever stop!" as I got closer and closer to shooting my load. "Oh, yeah, boy. You like Daddy's big poz cock don't you? Makes you wanna cum, don't it?" Clearly I didn't know he was poz, but it was too late and next thing I knew I came all over the place. I moaned like crazy as my sperm kept flowing out every time he pushed in deep against my prostate. Daddy said "Tell me you need my hot poz load deep, say it, boy." I gave in and responded "I need your poz load deep!" Daddy pulled on my hips while I was still cumming and I could feel his big cock shooting his poz load deep in my ass. He grunted with each spurt of his hot poz semen, saying "Take that load, boy! " "Tell me you need Daddy's big poz cock , say it!" I was into it and several times grunted "I need your big poz cock. So fuckin' good!" He held his cock in deep and my cock stayed hard. He kept pulling on my hips slowly fucking me deep, saying "Smile for the camera." He had three cameras from various angles, all positioned to film our fuck session. He had me on film begging for his poz cock. He pulled out, remarking he needed to open the business back up. My hole felt stretched out and was dripping allot of cum. I put my undies back on and left. We exchanged email addresses, and on the way out he said "You'll be back for more of Daddy's big poz cock." The next day I received an email with a video attachment from the barber. I knew what it was. It was a recording of me shooting my load as I begged for his big poz cock. Instantly my cock was hard - as I watched myself cum all over begging for his big poz cock just before his shot his hot poz load inside my ass. Oh, and he was right. After a couple of days I went back for more of Daddy's poz cock.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

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Friday, I went to monthly lights out party at Club STL "RedZone." I got there at 8pm. Red zone room opens at 11pm. I was trying to be early enough to get a room, but already sold out. Lockers work fine for me. Anyway, I ended up in sling getting fucked by really nervous young man, who used a condom. He fucked like 2 minutes and cum. I said please give me the condom, I applied his jizz in my hole. Very handsome friend, then starts fucking me. The darkroom is crowded. I say to another handsome young man, "Hey, help me get off while he breeds me." New friend sucks me off to ripping loud orgasm, and hung fucker keeps fucking til he cums too right where we both wanted it. It was an early night but lots of fun. Yesterday, I went to Club STL, Wednesday at 5pm= lame time. There were 10 cars in the parking lot, so I got a locker. I really like darkroom sex with watchers= anonymous, no condoms, and public sex. This African American man wearing a white bunny mask was on his phone in the locker room. First stop the dick pit, sucked 2men. Next, a really dark corner with 2 guys taking turns on my mouth. Next, the fuck bench 2 different dudes took turns on my cumhole. The bunny watched but when I suggested he say hi, he fled. Later, I was in the darkest part in a booth sucking this huge cock. He comes over to my booth with a raging huge hardon and no mask, I asked him to go to the sling or the bench(both were empty) but he wanted to stay in the booth. Now, it was very difficult to get fucked standing straight up, butt he managed to breed me 2X. I told him my name, he declined to give his. I asked for Asmodeus help finding biggest dick in STL to breed my cumhole today. I got what I wanted= Delivered! I wish more dudes wood enjoy bathhouse. I am not going in strangers homes anymore, or letting anon in my house either. I don't want to get murdered, esp at a sleazy motel. Thanks for reading this.

I'll second that. When my dad took my virginity, I felt like a very different person afterwards. It was a profound, emotional moment for us, as well. We had always been close, but the bond was SO much stronger after penetration and insemination. It felt like I'd stepped into some larger world, that I had no idea existed until I was in it. The feeling was so strong that I worried other people could tell I was different now, just by looking at me. My dad assured me I was overreacting, but I was still squirrely for a couple of days.

Sounds like a dream to me. Little sucky foreplay then to the fucking. Love to take several loads from a Top in one meeting. Coming back for more is even better.

Will you guys be there in Maspalomas for the fetish week? 3 to 12 October.

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Eating ass and felching is my favorite sexual activity. I'm lucky to have a dirty, slutty fuckbud who sometimes comes over to my place already filled with a strangers cum. Sometimes he doesn't tell me and while I'm eating his hole he will begin squeezing out a load. It so hot tasting and smelling the mixture of semen and his ass fluids. He loves ATM so I will always share. I've also gotten to the point of eating my load out of him after I fuck him but he doesn't want to squeeze my load out as he is chasing.

I find that Tops seem to expect it these days. Ultimately it is my duty to clean out beforehand and if I don't do it properly, then I have to just get on with it and suffer the consequences.

I never had any issues with them until about 2 weeks ago, when I got some rather nasty burns (not yet healed) on the skin at the entrance to my nostrils. I certainly didn't splash any on me, but it is possible that my nose touched the (possibly moist) bottle. I've been thinking about the incident and doing a bit of research since. What was different than other times I used them? 1. I used to store them in the refrigerator, but I haven't been doing that recently because of a shared living situation. 2. I was using them more frequently, and therefore opening and closing the bottle more often. 3. I was using them from a small bottle that I was refilling from a larger bottle (to avoid opening the larger one so often). Buckle your seatbelts, time for some science! Poppers decompose fairly easily (fact). At least one of the by-products of decomposition catalyzes the decomposition and makes it proceed faster (fact). At least one of the by-products of decomposition is nitric acid (fact). I've never had a problem with burns from a fresh bottle of poppers, even when I spilled them on my skin (fact). At the time I got burned, I had noticed during both that session and the session before that the poppers had a "sharp" smell to my nose (like horseradish or wasabi), which is characteristic of strongly acidic vapors. My hypothesis is that the burns are caused by nitric acid, which comes from the degradation of the poppers over time. I'm planning to do some experimentation (not on my nose!) to probe this further, when I get around to it. Further note: Some poppers are sold with a small round white ball in the bottle. I don't know for sure, but I believe this is probably a small ball of an alkaline substance such as lye or washing soda, which can absorb the acid as degradation occurs, thereby keeping it from catalyzing further degradation. There is a patent from the 1950s on using such alkalies for this exact purpose.

The steam swirled around Dan and Craig, clinging to their skin like a second layer. Water dripped from Craig’s tattooed arm, the ink a roadmap of his life’s stories, each one a testament to his unapologetic existence. Dan’s gaze lingered on the intricate designs, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answered. Craig’s smirk was knowing, almost predatory, as he leaned in, his voice low and laced with challenge. “Ready for more, or are you gonna keep staring at my arm like it’s got the answers?” Dan’s cheeks flushed, but he held Craig’s gaze, feeling a surge of defiance. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice steady despite the tremor in his chest. Craig’s eyes glinted with approval, and he clapped a hand on Dan’s shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive. “That’s the spirit. Let’s get out of here. I’ve got a place in mind where the action’s hotter than this sauna.” They dried off quickly, the air outside the showers cool against their damp skin. Craig led the way through the maze of corridors, his stride confident, as if he owned the place. Dan followed, his heart pounding with anticipation. The baths had already given him a taste of anonymity and raw desire, but Craig’s presence made it feel like he was stepping into uncharted territory. “Where are we going?” Dan asked, his voice barely audible over the hum of conversation around them. Craig shot him a sidelong glance, his lips curling into a smirk. “Somewhere private. A place where you can let loose without worrying about prying eyes.” The destination turned out to be a small, dimly lit room tucked away in a corner of the baths. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the walls were adorned with mirrors that reflected fragmented images of the bodies moving in sync. Craig pushed open the door, and Dan hesitated, his pulse quickening. “This is it,” Craig said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Time to see what you’re made of.” Inside, the room was sparse, with a single mattress on the floor and a few scattered pillows. The walls were bare except for a few faded posters of men in various states of undress. Craig closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the confined space. “Take off your towel,” he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. Dan obeyed, his fingers trembling as he dropped the skimpy cloth. Craig watched him with an intensity that made Dan’s skin prickle. When Dan was naked, Craig stepped closer, his gaze roaming over Dan’s body like a conqueror surveying his prize. “You’re a quick study,” Craig murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “But we’re just getting started.” Craig’s hands were rough as they gripped Dan’s hips, pulling him closer. Dan could feel the heat radiating from Craig’s body, his presence overwhelming. Craig’s lips brushed against Dan’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “On your knees,” Craig whispered, his voice a command Dan couldn’t refuse. Dan dropped to his knees, his heart pounding in his chest. Craig’s cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head glistening with pre-cum. Dan hesitated for a moment, his mind flashing back to Jimmy’s words about collecting cum, about keeping his ass roughed up. It was on that advice Dan had made plans with Craig to hit the baths together. His hesitation was fleeting. He opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Craig’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Craig groaned, his hands tangling in Dan’s hair, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “That’s it,” Craig murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. Not often I top Dan, but when I do I've got high standards. Show me what you’ve learned.” Dan obeyed, his mouth working in rhythm, his tongue swirling around the head of Craig’s cock. Craig’s hands tightened in his hair, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Dan closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation, the taste of Craig’s skin, the sound of his ragged breaths. “Enough,” Craig growled, pulling away abruptly. Dan looked up, his lips swollen and slick, his gaze questioning. Craig smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “Time for the main event. On the bed, on your hands and knees.” Dan scrambled to obey, his body trembling with anticipation. Craig positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Dan’s hips tightly. “Relax,” Craig murmured, his breath hot against Dan’s ear. “This is gonna hurt, but you’ll like it.” Dan took a deep breath, steeling himself as Craig’s cock pressed against his entrance. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, unfiltered sensation of Craig pushing inside him. Dan gasped, his nails digging into the mattress as Craig thrust forward, filling him completely. “Fuck,” Craig groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “You’re so wet. How many loads did you take in the darkroom?” "Five, I think," Dan whimpered, his body adjusting to the stretch, the burn slowly giving way to a different kind of ache. Craig began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. The mattress creaked beneath them, the rhythm of their bodies filling the small room. “Say it,” Craig demanded, his voice harsh. “Say you want it.” Dan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his mind clouded with pleasure. “I want it,” he managed, his voice barely audible. “I want—” “Louder,” Craig growled, slamming into him with renewed force. “I want it!” Dan cried, his voice echoing off the walls. “I want your cum! Fill me up!” Craig’s thrusts became frantic, his body tensing as he neared the edge. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, his voice strained. “You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just like Jimmy said.” Dan didn’t respond, his mind blank as pleasure consumed him. Craig’s cock twitched inside him, and Dan felt the hot rush of more cum flooding his hole, filling him to the brim. Craig groaned, his body collapsing onto Dan’s back, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. For a moment, they lay there, Craig’s weight heavy on Dan’s body, the silence broken only by their labored breathing. Then Craig pulled out, the sound wet and obscene, and Dan felt the cum spill out of him, pooling on the mattress. Craig rolled off, a satisfied smirk on his face as he lay back on the bed. Dan turned to look at him, his body still trembling, his mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. Craig’s gaze was soft, almost tender, as he reached out to stroke Dan’s cheek. “You did good,” he said, his voice low. “Jimmy was right about you.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Jimmy’s name. He felt a surge of pride, mixed with a lingering sense of unease. “What’s next?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Craig’s smirk returned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Next? We’re just getting started. But first, let’s clean you up. You’re a mess.” Dan glanced down at his cum-stained body, a flush creeping up his neck. Craig chuckled, pushing himself up from the bed. “Come on. The showers are calling.” As they left the room, Dan felt a strange sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos of his thoughts. Craig’s words echoed in his mind: You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Dan couldn’t deny it. He was. And as they stepped back into the steamy haze of the showers, he knew this was just the beginning. Here he was hanging out with a poz Adonis, a fellow slut. It made him feel powerful. Dan locked eyes with a tatted daddy across the shower room. As the daddy stroked his cock, Dan stuck a couple of fingers in his well fucked ass and put them in his mouth. "Go, enjoy," Craig said, as the daddy walked past them out of the showers. Dan did just that.

First, I will confess that I'd never heard of him before his tragic death. Thus, I am unfamiliar with his message(s), or his points of view. What I am familiar with, however, is the fact that murdering people one doesn't agree with, politically, philosophically, religiously, what-ever-ly. is never, ever the answer. Apparently, as I've learned in the major-media coverage, his message was crisp, sometimes blunt, but never calling for blood. Yet, that's what some deranged kid answered with. How is it that some of us arrive at that answer? Silencing the opposition? Actually murdering someone we disagree with? Varying points of view can - and should be - vigorously debated in our country, and there's nothing wrong - and everything right about that. I'm not a doctor, I'm not a psychotherapist, nor competent to clinically comment on whatever is wrong in that regard. Surely, however, we can all agree to condemn murder as though that could ameliorate any political situation. I did notice, however, that the little man that runs the US Governmental Agency regarding events like these, held up the press conference for hours until his plane from DC managed to get to Utah, so his face could be included in the officials present at the press conference.

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@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.

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

@nymidtowneast Who knows what might happen? 😉 @BergenGuy Definitely 😉 @kitpig I tried to make this one that some people could really relate to. Life stuff is slowly starting to calm down, so hopefully I can get back to writing more. @LiamHudsonXXX Glad you enjoyed it! As I said previously on this post, I am slowly getting back to normal with the crazy life stuff. Hopefully will be getting the delayed Bareback Chronicles update out soon, and my new collab story with @leatherpunk16 is going strong over in its thread, so please go check it out. Otherwise, another non sexy time chapter before we get back into the groove of things. --------------------- Lesson 14: The Science of Compassion A few hours later, a soft knock on my door woke me up, my face feeling puffy as I rolled over and looking and feeling dejected at the door. “Go away…” I said, barely able to muster the response, knowing it would be yet another person I had no wish to talk to. I buried my face in the pillow “Riley, come on… just let me in,” I could hear as the door slightly opened a crack and Ryan’s voice said, filled with concern. “What, here to rub some more salt in the wounds,” I said, not even having enough energy to care, “Have to get your punches in too after Jen?” “Bro… please… just… can we talk?” Ryan said, an almost sadness in his voice as he spoke, “I just want to talk is all.” “About what…” I said, burning my face in my pillow, my face burning as I spoke, “The fact your brother is a boring, ugly fag? Or is it going to be about how much of a disappointment I am, or how I ruin everything. I got enough of that today.” I could hear as the door opened and then softly clicked shut. I felt as the edge of my bed sunk, Ryan now taking a seat in the dark room. “Riley… come on… I could never think that about you,” Ryan said, laying down beside me on his back and nudging me to move over to give him more room, “Scoot, or I’ll fall off the bed.” Slowly, I shuffled slightly, facing the window to the side of my bed, turning my head and staring at the dark sky outside. We laid there in silence, the faint sound of crickets barely penetrating the glass of the window. “How mad are mom and dad?” I said finally, “Since I ruined their perfect dinner for their perfect daughter, and her perfect little life…” “Riley… they are definitely mad, but not at you,” Ryan said, nudging me slightly with his knee, “I… I truly don’t think I’ve ever seen Dad so quiet and so angry. Especially to Jen.” “Sure… probably mad the cat is out of the bag and they finally know how fucked up their youngest kid is,” I said, sniffling slightly, “Did you come here to warn me to pack my bags? I guess they finally get a guest room to have friends over in finally.” “Dude… just stop…. Please…” he said, sadness filling his voice, “Yes, Mom and Dad aren’t what I’d call happy to have found out the way they did, but I’ve never seen Dad talk to Jen like that before.” “Right, sure…” I said, trying to imagine my parents being upset at Jen, unable to even comprehend the idea, “Mom was defending Jen, and the look Dad gave me when he heard what she said was enough.” “Riley, he threatened to cancel the wedding,” Ryan said, sitting up and looking at me, his hand on my shoulder, “Like seriously said she didn’t deserve to have one if that’s how she felt about you. Dad was fucking scary when he said it.” I sat in silence, contemplating what Ryan had said. “I mean, I got an earful from him too, mostly for not sticking up for you,” he continued, flopping back on the bed, “Seriously threatened to call my boss and tell him to fire me on the spot.” I rolled over and stared at Ryan, shocked at the revelation. “I mean, I deserve it,” Ryan said, running his hand through his hair, “I should have stopped her. Nobody should be thrown under the bus and outed like that. Amy and I talked after, and she told me that was actually pretty mild for Jen compared to how she was with you in high school.” I could only blink and stare at the ceiling, unsure what to say. “Was she seriously that awful to you growing up?” he asked, looking over at me, a deep frown on his face, “What am I saying… she was probably even worse than I can even imagine. Just… Why didn’t you say something? I’d have never let it go on if I knew.” “You were busy being the perfect son,” I said, sighing and wiping my nose, “Everyone liked you. Everyone even liked Jen. Me… I was the awkward one. The worst part was she was right on everything she said back then. Besides, you were too busy to do anything to help.” “Riley, that’s not fair,” Ryan said, hugging himself slightly at my words, “I would have shut her down if I knew, man.” “It’s not a dig at you, honest,” I said, laying back and staring at the ceiling deciding to continue, “You were the football player. The popular one. Top of the class. In all the clubs and at all the parties. Same with Jen. Me… I was the weird one. Scrawny. Quiet. Average at best. Only a few friends. We weren’t even in the same galaxy, much less the same orbit.” Ryan stared at me as I spoke, silently contemplating what I was saying. “You…. you have no idea what it's like being in either of your shadows,” I said, sighing dejectedly, “I mean, I know mom and dad probably see me as a failure compared to either of you. It’s all they talk about. How proud they are of you and Jen. And I don't blame them really. I’m average at best. Everyone is always saying I’m the dollar store brand version of you. I try, but… I don’t think I’ll ever live up to anyone’s expectations. And now… I’m even worse in everyone’s eyes. Like Jen said, the dirty, boring fag.” Silently, Ryan reached over, pulling me into a hard hug. “I am so sorry I ever made you feel like that,” Ryan said quietly, “I… Just… Nobody should ever feel like that… You are a great brother, and I love you, no matter what.” Numb, I laid there, unsure what to do or say. Eventually, I relaxed, surprised at the change in my brother’s actions. Just a day ago, he’d been worried about me ruining things for him, likely seeing me as the failure… and now, he was actually hugging me and apologizing. It felt strange, but also somewhat nice. “Come on, come downstairs and get some fresh air,” he said, releasing me from the hug sitting up. Nodding, I got up, feeling surprisingly empty in a good way. Walking down the stairs, the sound of my sister’s drunken snores emanate from her room. “I really can’t believe she can sleep after all she did tonight,” he muttered, glaring at the door, “Dad should cancel her wedding after tonight.” “It’s ok,” I said quietly, feeling awkward at hearing Ryan’s words, “Mom was right. She was just drunk… probably won’t even remember what she did tomorrow. I should just get over it.” “No, it really isn’t ok, and I promise, she is going to fucking remember it,” Ryan said, his voice taking a darker edge, “Come on, I got someone you need to talk to.” Silently, we walked down the stairs, making our way through the dark and silent house, stepping onto the back porch. Sitting there in the calm of the night was Marcus, smoking a cigarette angrily as he looked at his phone. “How’s he doing,” Marcus said, not looking up. “Ask him yourself,” Ryan said, plopping down beside him, grabbing the pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it, taking a deep inhale. I felt slightly shocked at the scene, not knowing my brother smoked. “Hey Riley, doing ok?” Marcus said, giving me a half smile, a look of pity on his face. “I’m fine…” I said silently, sitting down next to Marcus, pulling my knees up to my chest and looking out into the yard. “He’s not,” Ryan said, looking at Marcus. “Ryan ever tell you how we met?” Marcus said, looking at me before offering the pack to me. I pulled one out and took the lighter from him, lighting up the cigarette, before realizing what I was doing. “Huh… didn’t know you smoked,” Ryan said, giving a slight laugh before looking away, “Just don’t tell mom or dad. Or they’ll likely blame me. Or do, if you want. Would help make me a bit less perfect in their eyes.” “Heh… worse, your sister will probably blame me,” Marcus said, laughing lightly, “Anyways, Ryan, you want the honors or should I?” “Go ahead,” Ryan said, taking a deep drag before exhaling out the smoke. “DId you know Ryan and I were in the same frat?” he said, taking a drag himself and exhaling as he spoke, “He was actually one of my initiates. Not to brag, but I was the chapter president. Anyways, after he made it through, I picked him as chair of social events for us.” I stared in silence, listening as I too smoked, surprised at the bit of information I was getting. “Anyways, he made a suggestion for us to work with the university gay straight alliance. A few years back, our frat almost got shut down for a bad hazing incident, barely missed hitting the national news as a gay bashing. Before either of our times, but still, massive black eye on our chapter. I signed on to Ryan’s idea instantly. Was one of the best things we’ve ever done.” “Did you know Marcus had a gay cousin who lived with his family when he got kicked out of the house?” Ryan asked, leaning back and looking at me. I shook my head no. “Yeah, Ian got it rough from his dad. Showed up on our doorstep, the shit beat out of him shivering and half starved. My parents have always been super liberal, same with me. My dad was the one who ended up getting him put in jail. Ian…. He was like a little brother to me. He died about two years ago in a car accident,” Marcus said, looking off into the woods behind the house as he spoke, “It was right before I started dating your sister. Fucking wrecked me so bad. I’ve told Jen about it so many times. And I… I can’t believe how awful she acted tonight, even knowing that. I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Sorry…” I said quietly, looking down. “Stop, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” Marcus said, reaching around and pulling me in a hug, “She and I are going to be having a really long talk tomorrow, even with the hangover. I talked with Amy too.. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was for everything. Told her she’s the one who has to do that. And… Jen…. Jen had no business outing you like that. I don’t know man… this wedding… it's bringing out a side of her I really don’t like. And after this… I really don’t know where that leaves our relationship.” “It’s ok,” I said, looking down, “That’s…. Just how she is.” “I really fucking hope not,” he said, letting go of me, “The wedding is off if she can’t figure out how to make it up to you. I can’t help but worry what will happen if we have kids and she treats them like she treats you. If one of our kids is gay… is she going to treat them like that? Fucking laugh and enjoy being cruel to them?” “Oh…” I said, looking down again, unsure how to respond. “Just… I think I speak for both your brother and myself when I say you can talk to us about anything,” Marcus said, looking over at my brother who nodded in agreement as he spoke, “No judgement, no shaming. Jen is going to be on notice, same for her loser friend Amanda.” I quietly nodded, digesting everything. “Well, I have some thinking to do before I go to bed. Mind if I crash in your room, Ryan?” Marcus asked, tossing the spent butt in the grass, blowing out the smoke, “You and I have to talk about some things regarding your sister.” “Sure man, I’ll walk up there with you,” Ryan said, doing the same. Getting up, Ryan gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze, before sliding open the back door and following Marcus, quickly shutting the door behind him. I sat in silence for a few minutes, smoking as my mind replayed the events of the night. I finally grabbed my phone, before typing out “I miss you guys. Had a really bad night tonight. When are you coming back?” to Greg and MIke, before going inside the house myself and going to bed.

Daily, unless I'm locked/caged. If locked/caged I become feral in about five days and will offer my ass to anyone.

@kitpig Lots of features to cum... 😛 @Docebrown Glad to hear you're enjoying it! @nymidtowneast Glad to hear! @hirondelle75 Happy to see you like it! @Londonscottish No plans on quitting it yet. Just been delayed with life stuff this month. So, it's been quite a month. For anyone who reads my other story, this is old news, but last month I was in an accident and have been dealing with that for the last month. I'm fine, my car did exactly what it was supposed to do and keep me safe. But sadly, it's a total loss and I'll be busy with that as well. In other news, I've started a new story (yes... a THIRD story) with @leatherpunk16 here on the site. We both worked extremely hard on it, so please go check it out! Anyways, enjoy the next chapter! Not so much on the sexy side, but it's an important one! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lesson 13: Dealing with People You Can’t Stand I awoke the next morning to my phone dinging. Bleary eyed, I lifted my head and looked at the screen, reading the message sent to me. “Hey, it’s Dave. Your sexy ass and mouth got us 5 paid subscribers, here’s a cut of the profit since you’re helping increase the users,” the message said, causing a small smile to spread on my face. Below it there was a link for a mobile banking app. Rolling on my back, I checked the other messages unread. “Looks like daddy and I are going to be tied up for a bit longer than we thought,” the next message, this time from Mike said, “Yard is going to need mowed, so the code to the garage and security system is 7923. Feel free to use the pool if you want.” Yawning, I looked over at the clock, noticing that it was currently 10:47am. Somewhat saddened at the prospect of not being able to see Greg or Mike, I let my hand flop back down, still clutching the phone. Hopefully they come back soon, I thought to myself. Slowly, I forced myself to get up, and after a quick smell of myself, decided a quick shower should be my next step. After my shower and brushing my teeth, I got dressed and went down the stairs. My mother was in the kitchen, working away at dinner for the night. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I sleepily grabbed a muffin out of the pantry and sat down at the kitchen table. “You were out late last night,” she said, looking up for a moment from the cookbook. “Yeah, sorry, just got into the groove on my jog,” I said, another letting out a large yawn, “What are you cooking?” “Beef Wellington, with Brussel sprouts puffs and watercress salad,” she said, ticking off one of the ingredients on the recipe before going back to cooking, “Also have an apple pie and some bread going.” “Mom, no offense, but isn’t that a bit much for a family dinner?” I asked, confused at the affair my mother was preparing, “Last time was just spaghetti and garlic bread… and that pie from Costco… You know we’ll eat whatever you want to cook.” My dad walked in, newspaper in hand as he leaned over and gave my mother a kiss. “Didn’t I tell you,” my mom replied, smiling as my father playfully gave her ass a small smack, “Your sister is bringing her fiancé, and has a date for both you and your brother.” I let out a groan, knowing that the night was already going to be terrible.. If my sister was a nightmare on a good day, adding two of her vapid friends to the mix was literally a recipe for disaster. “Please no…” I said, setting the muffin down in disgust, “I hate Jen’s friends. She always gets so bitchy when you get her around them.” My dad gave me a brief look over the newspaper, looking at me over his glasses. “Oh, sweetheart, she just wants you all to get to know each other. Each of them are going to be in the wedding as her bridesmaids, and…” she said, setting down the rolling pin as she spoke. “Mom. Please. No,” I said, pointedly as she tried to explain, “I’ll do dinner. But the second she starts getting rude and pushy, I’m leaving.” “Son,” my dad began, setting down the paper, “She just wants to see you and your brother dating people she knows. She’s just looking out for you.” “No. She isn’t. She likes controlling everything,” I said, annoyed, “She does this every time. I’m telling you she is going to try and set me up on a date with one of them. These are the same people who she got to make fun of me the whole time I was in high school. I’m not interested.” “Well, it’s just dinner, sweetheart,” Mom said, sighing, “If she gets too pushy, we’ll tell her to stop, ok?” Pinching my nose, I bit back my annoyance. “Fine. But I swear, the second she goes too far, I’m out of here,” I said, putting my foot down. With that, I got up, grabbing my muffin and coffee and going upstairs. —------ Several hours later, I came down stairs, wearing a polo shirt and slacks my mother had insisted I wear. The doorbell quickly rang, and I answered the door, only to be greeted by Jen’s two friends, Amanda and Amy, two of my biggest bullies in high school. “Oh my god, Bucktooth!” Amy squealed, instantly grating on my nerves with the high pitch tone. “Just as scrawny as ever!” Amanda exclaimed, poking my side painfully. I flatly stared at the two, unimpressed as the two pushed past me and into the hallway. “Where’s that bitch, Jen?” Amy yelled out loud, looking around in the living room and up the stairs, as if she would suddenly appear. “Just pulling up now,” I said, pointing at the driveway while gritting my teeth. The two women screamed as they suddenly pushed past me, leaving me alone in the hallway. Shaking my head, I shut the door and went back upstairs, poking my head into Ryan’s room. “Jen and her minions are here,” I said, already having trouble hiding the annoyance in my voice, “You coming down or am I stuck entertaining them?” Adjusting his tie, Ryan looked at me in through the mirror’s reflection. “Oh, yeah, sure… just give me a minute. I’m guessing Marcus drove her in?” he asked. “I would assume so,” I said, shrugging, “Please don’t leave me down there with them. They already are in rare form.” “Yeah… yeah…. Down there in a minute,” said, grabbing a bottle of cologne before shooing me away. Sighing, I grabbed my phone from my room and texted Mike and Greg. If you see a triple homicide on the news tonight from my house, just know it was justified on my part… I wrote, sending it before shoving the phone back into my pocket. I let out another deep sigh before forcing myself to plaster a smile on my face and walking downstairs, already hearing the squealing of my sister and her friends down below. I sat down on the couch, staring at my phone counting the minutes until the night was over, as Ryan bounded down and started chatting with Marcus, leaving me alone with my sister and friends. An hour in and 17 insulting comments on my appearance later, my mother came into the room, calling us to dinner. Dinner was surprisingly good, and my mother had seemed to outdo herself. Throughout the meal, I sat in silence, not being able to add much as the entire conversation was overtaken with talk of the impending wedding between my mother, sister, and her friends, and the other half of my dad, brother, and her fiancé talking heatedly about some lab breach all over the news in Germany. I occasionally looked at my phone, wishing Greg or Mike would message back. It was when we hit the dessert portion that I finally hit my limit. “So, like, Jenny, you have to tell us,” Amy said, the wine from dinner causing her to slur her words slightly, “Who did you decide for our groomsmen? Please tell me they’re hot.” “Well, since Ryan and Riley are the only ones left, Amy, you are going to sit with Ryan, and Amanda, you’re with Riley,” Jen said, the glass of wine in her hand sloshing as she talked, “That way I have my two besties right next to me at the reception.” Amy seemed pleased with the answer, quickly pulling in Ryan for an overly excited hug as Amanda gave Jen a confused look. ‘What?” Jen said, noticing the look on her face, “Oh… yeah, sorry babe, it was the only way I could have you up at the table with me.” “Really… Riley?!” Amanda asked, not hiding the disgust in her voice, “I thought we were friends. You can’t find me someone better?” I sat there in silence, stunned at the clear insult thrown at me, as if I wasn’t even there. My parents were in the kitchen. Ryan and Marcus shared a concerned glance at each other, both seeing the blank look on my face. “Oh, don’t be that way. He’s not too horrible,” Jen said, glossing over the insult and refusing to look at me, “I mean, he won’t be that bad once he gets a haircut and I’m sure we can… it’s just for the reception…” “Seriously, what did I do to you,” Amanda pressed on, also ignoring my presence, “Is because of that guy senior year? I already told you it was just one drunken night…” “No…. babe… it’s ok, I don’t care about that. Mom just made me put him with you. I’ll figure something else out to do with RIley,” Jen said, trying to comfort her friend, ignoring the other three people in the room who were now looking at me with concern. “Um… Jen… that’s kinda of harsh, don’t you think…” Amy said, looking at me with actual concern. “Wow. Big sister of the year, folks,” I said, feeling the heat creeping up my neck, quickly getting up and pushing my seat away. “Oh god, Riley, don’t be that way,” Jen said, finally noticing my existence, a look of annoyance on her face, “As always he just HAS to be the center of attention. She just wants someone hot to hookup with at the wed-” I quickly cut her off. “Oh, so I’m that repulsive?” I said, my voice raising louder than I expected, anger flowing through me. “Well, you would look better if you just actually cut your hair and…” Jen said, digging the knife in deeper as she spoke, “It’s just…” “First off, I am NOT cutting my hair just to fit your picture perfect wedding. And… Just what else Jen, because we both know it's not just my hair. Go ahead, say what you're thinking,” I said, glaring at her, feeling my hands shaking. “Babe, I think maybe you should just stop right now,” Marcus said, trying to play mediator, “What your friend said was pretty shit-” “No Marcus,” Jen said, pausing to gulp down the rest of the glass of wine, “Maybe it’s better if I just get it out there.” “Jen, I think you need to shut it… NOW,” Ryan said, glaring at her pointedly, “Marcus, I need you to get her out of here.” Jen roughly shook his arm off, drunkenly swaying as she did so. “No, Marcus, you will not get 'her' out of here,” Jen said, annoyance dripping in her voice before pointing at me, “You want to know why none of my bridesmaids want to sit with you? Huh?” I just stared at her, waiting for whatever comment she was about to say. “Seriously Jen, just shut the fuck up… don’t fucking say it…” Ryan said, now standing up. “Oh, what, now you're going to defend the little faggot?” she said, pointing to me as she spoke, “That’s right, Riley, we all know what you’ve been up to at college. No girl wants to get with a dirty fag.” I stood there, silent as I processed what she said. I felt as though she had just sucker punched me. “My sorority sister’s brother was one of your little hookup this year, and was whining about how boring of a fuck you are. Everywhere I go, I’m stuck hearing about you. And you can’t even be a decent homo, can you?” I looked over at the doorway, seeing both my mother and father staring at the scene, both looking rather shocked. “Riley, come on, just um, let’s go in the other room and talk,” Ryan said, apparently now standing and trying to guide me away from the table, “She…. she doesn't mean it, she’s just drunk and..” “No, Ryan, I am not drunk. Everyone knows he’s scrawny, and boring, and now… a fag,” Jen said, slurring slightly and wobbling as she spoke, “Always ruining everything with everyone. Too boring to be a decent fuck so he just has to be the center of attention any other way he can.” “And there it is, there's the Jen I was waiting for. We both know she means EXACTLY what she says. Well, sis, I could give two shits about what they think, but at least now I know what you truly think of me,” I said with a strangled laugh, gripping the table, “Don’t worry about having this ‘dirty fag’ at your wedding. I’m not going. Happy now?” “Jen, you need to apologize,” Marcus said darkly, his arms crossed as he started at her with disdain, “Right fucking now.” “Don’t bother,” I said, feeling a few tears leaking from my face as I talked, “We both know she wouldn’t mean it. I pity you, really, getting married to her. I wouldn’t wish her on even my enemy. She’s that fucking evil and self-centered.” “Riley, that’s an awful thing to sa-” my mother started to say, before I quickly cut her off. “No, Mom, it's the truth,” I said, “And the fact that you're defending her is… you know what, why bother. She’s the princess of the family. I should know better than to think I matter in this family. Everyone would probably be a lot happier without me here.” “Riley, son, just sit down and let’s talk about this,” my dad said, pulling his glasses off and cleaning them, something I’d learned years ago to be a sign he was about to grill one of us. “Nope. I’m good. It’s been a pleasure,” I said, my voice starting to crack, “I’m heading out.” “Riley, don’t,” Ryan said, trying to grip my shoulder to stop me. I quickly pulled away, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Sorry the fag ruined dinner, everyone,” I said, feeling everyone’s eyes on me as I backed away from the table. “Finally!” Jen said, with a hateful laugh, “Now we can actually enjoy our meal. Who wants pie?” With that, I stormed out of the room and upstairs, locking my door behind me. Dejected, I flopped down onto the bed face first, tears streaming down my face as I let the feeling of depression and self loathing take over.

Sorry if this is a necropost, but I found this vis a search. Anyways, I just had the pleasure of sucking off of a straight guy in from out of town and when he pulled back his foreskin, he had a good bit of head cheese. He had warned me he hadn't showered before he came over, but I still wasn't expecting quite what he had. But fuck he was a foul-mouthed straight dude that demanded I suck and swallow him, si I gladly did it. And I'd gladly do it again for him. 😋🤤

1 bottom vs a group of rough tops. Either all surrounding him gangbang style, or pump and dump.

Traveling in Spain and was having a glass of wine at the local bear bar, bartender was flirty. I was flirty, five minutes later i was balls deep seeding his ass in the bathroom stall with just some spit for a pump and dump, then he flipped the script and bred me. Two quick bfeedings but we both got the cum in our holes we needed. Too bad the backroom wasn't open, or I would have taken more. The US can be so repressive.

Lots of side effects of medication are temporary. I'd give it additional time, if I were you - but if the 1-1-1-1 you're proposing seems to work, I'd strongly urge you to shift to daily use instead. Having a regular dose in your system is likely less impactful on your digestive system AND is documented to work. And it's likely, although not guaranteed, that if you keep taking the medication, your system will adjust to be able to handle it without disrupting your digestion & excretion functions. I don't know of any studies that have tested a 1-1-1-1 on-demand routine, but I suspect that the reason the 2-1-1 dosing was chosen as effective is that big influx of anti-retroviral medication hitting your system and being available at the point when you might get infected. The general recommendation is to take the double-dose before sex as close to, but at least 2 hours before, actually having sex, precisely because the drug will be most heavily concentrated in your system, providing the most protection. A single dose, especially one taken several hours before sex, may just not have sufficient "ooomph" by the time you might get infected.

My favorite was a miniature souvenir baseball bat! The handle end was fairly easy; the other end was a challenge but I definitely managed to get that in my young, and very sore, hole:)

Continued from: On the Thursday I got a text from Paul to ask if he could see me for an hour. We met on Rhyl promenade and he took me back to his house. He explained that I should be shaved for tomorrow night as some guys liked that. He also said they would probably be filming me and asked if I minded. I actually loved the thought of this being filmed so I told him I'd love it. He asked if I minded it being passed around to other guys after, and I said no -- the thought of guys wanking off as they watched me get used was a massive turn on! Within about 15 minutes he had shaved my pubes and used a cream to get rid of any hairs around my cock, balls and ass. He said I now looked young and hot! I asked how many men and he said he didn't know. Lots said they would come but never show on the night. He also gave me something to wear -- a tiny pair of shorts. I tried them on and they were so slutty, whore! Silky, skin tight, ridiculously short. He said I had to wear them tomorrow and that I should come out the hotel in them -- he allowed me a pair of sandals too! I took them off and stood naked in front of him. He said oh fuck and turned me round and threw me on the sofa. He was about to fuck me but stopped and said I should rest my ass for tomorrow. I turned around and gave him a loving blowjob, this time I really tasted the spunk as he came in my mouth. He then told me to give myself an enema at the hotel On the Friday morning before he picked me up. This was no problem as I had en-suite in my room. I said I could do that. I got dressed put the shorts in my pocket and he dropped me off at the hotel. It was Friday 11pm. My parents had gone to bed and I was sat in my room waiting. Paul texted me and said he'd be there in 15 minutes. I put the shorts on and crept out. As I left the hotel 2 guests came in. God what did they think. A boy dressed in a tiny pair of shorts, leaving the hotel at this time of night. !! A boy they'd seen all holiday with his parents! Oh well -- no turning back now. Paul flashed his car lights and I got in. He smiled approvingly and squeezed my cock. OK- lets get going. I soon realised we weren't going to Paul's house and looked at him. He explained his house was too small -- we had to go to a friend's house instead -- he said his name was Aubrey. I knew him -- he was the manager of the theatre there. A guy in his 50's, swept back hair -- looked a bit of a dirty old man. I asked again how many guys?? Paul smiled and said you'll see!! We arrived at Aubrey's house a large detached old house about 20 minutes outside Rhyl. Immediately I noticed how many cars were parked on his large driveway. At least 10 cars I counted as Paul and I walked to the door. Aubrey let us in and said I looked better in the flesh than on video! So they'd been showing me off then! We went inside and Aubrey took us to a doorway at the back of the house. It opened and I stood in shock!!!! The room was huge -- as big as 4 normal sized living rooms, but it was still a tight fit. Looking back at me were what must have been 50 men! Fucking hell !!!! I thought 10 -- 12 maybe -- I could handle that -- but Christ!!! Oh god -- I couldn't take on 50 in one night. I said to Paul there must be 50 men here!!!! He said 53 actually -- might be some more later too. I asked him who these guys were and he told me friends of friends, and Aubrey had an awful lot of contacts. He was an Entertainment Agent and knew loads of showbiz guys. He also handled male strippers, and there were 4 of them here. I looked around the room and felt like a rabbit surrounded by hungry wolves. Every guy was looking at me -- almost drooling! I looked on a wall and a huge TV screen was showing some very nasty porn -- young men being abused by older guys, again all homemade stuff. A small stage was in the top half of the room, and there was a bench like device on it and a sort of hammock held by metal chains. Paul pulled me close and said I might not see much of you tonight, but I want you to perform for me. I want you to please me. Aubrey came over with a can of cider and 6 blue tablets. He told me to swallow them with the cider. I asked what they were and he said swallow and I'll tell you. I did what I was told and he told me they were Viagra. It would make sure I stayed horny through the night. My cock was already hard against my tummy and I didn't think I needed them. He also said there was something in the cider to relax me -- someone said it was probably "k" -- but I didn't know what that meant -- Paul told me it would make it easier to take the cocks, so that seemed fine. Aubrey pulled me to him and we kissed deeply. His hands were all over me and Paul started pulling down my shorts. I was then naked in front of 53 men. A 18 year old boy, looking innocent, completely at their mercy. Aubrey broke loose and called for the strippers. 4 men came over, 2 black, 2 white. Each one built like rugby players. They clearly worked hard on their bodies. They were all over 6ft tall, with arms thicker than my legs, and thighs thicker than my body. They were all around 25-30 and fucking gorgeous! They wore posing pouches that barely hid the cocks inside. Aubrey explained that I would take on all 4 guys as the start of the evening's entertainment My cock had gone so ridiculously hard, and the Viagra hadn't even kicked in yet. Paul lit a joint and passed it to me. I took 3 long draws and gave myself to these 4 men. I was led to the stage. I was pushed to my knees and surrounded by the 4 men. They pulled away their pouches and revealed 4 monster cocks. I mean huge! I doubt one of them was less than 10 inches, and one black guy was known as "footlong". I could see why! I started my evening's work. I took turns sucking and wanking them, struggling to get my mouth and hand around them. Aubrey announced to everyone that I was a Virgin (LIAR!) and that I was there to please everyone in every way possible. The crowd of men really looked ready to eat me. The testosterone was almost visible! Meanwhile, I was on my knees, trying desperately to entertain 4 huge male strippers. My cock was harder than it had ever been -- almost painful -- and I was on the verge of cumming without even touching it. Aubrey seemed to know this and I was helped onto the swinging hammock. As I was laid into it he produced a sort of leather strap that was tied around my cock and balls and then clipped shut. I looked at him and he said with a dirty evil grin "That's to stop you cumming". The hammock was swinging and the two white guys stood at each end. I gripped the chains by my hands and leant my head back. This was gonna be like my first dp. As I leaned back the white guy's cock came into view. It was as big as "30" from my previous party. The guy at the other end was ramming 2 fingers inside my boy cunt. I felt no pain. The drugs had seen to that. I just felt immense pleasure as he finger fucked me. The guy at my mouth was swinging the hammock and making me take more and more of his cock with each swing. He kept some of it in my mouth each time so it didn't pop out. He was REALLY hard and it would have sprung up to his belly otherwise. I think there was a lot of drugs around that night. The guy frigging my bum had now got 3 fingers in my and was thrashing them in and out at manic speed. I knew I wanted to cum but I physically couldn't -- all I did was feel more and more horny. The Viagra and weed had really kicked in by now and I felt so seriously sexy that I wanted to take every one of those guys on and let them do whatever filthy perverted kinky act they wanted on me. Finally the finger fucker pulled them out, and literally threw 10 inches of thick hard white cock inside my body. I hardly made a noise, just a very satisfied groan. For 10 minutes I was swung back and forth between 20 inches of cock in a dreamlike blissful state. They were obviously trying to make me suffer but I was in heaven. I'd instinctively mastered deep throating and my bum really did seem to naturally accept cock Eventually the two guys couldn't hold back any longer and two cocks spurted two massive loads of cum inside my body. I swallowed the mouthful easily and my ass seemed to suck up the huge dump of cum that spewed inside it. They looked disappointed as they stepped down, but the 2 black guys who replaced them were serious cocks. Footlong was at my ass and his mate who wasn't far behind was at my face. No preparation for these guys, they just thrust their weapons into my 2 hungry gaping holes. Again I took the cock in my ass easily -- I really don't know how I could have done this, except for all the training I did was I was younger, and the drugs helped. The guy at my mouth though had other ideas. My wrists and ankles had been handcuffed to the chains so I was just a helpless body unable to move or escape. This guy then started slowwwwwly pushing his cock down my throat. So slow that I couldn't take my breaths. I was panicking, but he just kept pushing it deeper. Then he was buried fully in my throat. His pubes against my face. He held it there, I wanted to get up and escape but I had no chance. I could hear the guys cheering as they watched this monster cock buried deep in my throat, while footlong fucked me like an animal. Eventually the guy in my throat withdrew and I gasped, my face getting covered in thick white goo from my throat. This was repeated several times, almost choking me, but withdrawing just in time. Footlong was screaming at me telling me I should be crying in pain with his cock, and I just looked up to him and smiled and said, "deeper, harder big boy".. He said "you'll regret that"!!!, and he started pummelling my ass and slapping my belly and nipples. Eventually he couldn't hold back and what felt like a gallon of black man cum shot inside my ass. The other guy obviously wanted my ass to, so he replaced him and fucked me for 5 minutes till he came too. I was swinging in this hammock, grinning blissfully, cum dripping from my bum and my face covered in white goo. But the evening hadn't even started yet! I think my performance had warmed the crowd up perfectly. A camera aimed at the stage was displaying everything on the huge screen on the side wall. My poor cock was straining to cum, but the leather band stopped it. Another spliff was produced and I inhaled deeply, sucking in the sweet taste and feeling it hit my head almost immediately. Someone threw two more Viagra down my throat and 3 E's. God they were getting me seriously fucked up. I was taken down from the hammock and strapped onto the bench. This was designed to make the "victim" have his bum pushed high into the air at the perfect level for a guy to fuck him. Aubrey said I would be strapped down on it for 2 hours minimum and be fucked by as many men as possible during that time. As the handcuffs were attached and the metal bat that spread my legs was fitted, I found myself almost spread-eagled on a leather bench, my cock rubbing against the rough leather and my bum stuck high in the air. Me first I think said Aubrey and he drove his cock inside me. All the time as he fucked me my cock rubbed against the leather, stimulating it, and teasing it. I really needed to cum but still couldn't. The e's took effect and I genuinely felt I loved everyone one of those men in the room, even though all I was to them was some pretty little boy to abuse. Aubrey fucked me well enough for an old man and came inside me. I could hear conversations between the guys about whether they'd go bareback or use a condom, most said bareback. A bowl had been placed below my bum to catch the cum that was oozing out of my bum. After Aubrey I lost track of who fucked me. I didn't know them anyway. Didn't know their names, and never would.!! They were just cocks to fuck me and I loved it. As I lay there, strapped down for 2 hours, I knew this was what I wanted- I loved being used like this. Cock after cock came in me -- each one I fell in love with -- I genuinely loved every man who came in me. I was having "mind cums"-cumdump where I felt I was cumming, even though I really wasn't. The bowl was getting fuller, as the guys replaced each other. Hardly anyone spoke. Maybe they felt guilty about using a boy like this, maybe they wanted to concentrate -- I don't know. I just know that after 2 hours I had managed to take 40 cocks. There will still more who needed me, so Aubrey asked if I would mind staying there for the rest. There were actually another 15 guys who needed me. Of the 53 guys originally, I'd taken the 4 strippers, and 40 on the bench, and 6 more guys had shown up during my show. About an hour later all 59 men there had fucked me -- the white stripper who had cum in my mouth originally finished the show. 59 men!! Some had used condoms but only a few -- maybe 6 -- and anyway they had emptied their loads into the bowl, which now was looking very full. I collapsed on the bench, but found myself being untied. I squatted overt the bowl and shatted out the rest of the cum. A few streaks of red were in it, but that was understandable, my arse had been fucked constantly for almost 4 hours now, so some blood was expected. Two guys dragged me to the front of the stage and stuck a funnel in my mouth. The bowl was lifted and the contents poured down into the funnel. I tilted my head back and swallowed the thick white spunk. The audience cheered as I swallowed the last drop. Aubrey said I could have half an hour break. Some guys left at this point and I found Paul and snuggled up to him. He unlocked the leather grip on my cock and balls, caressed my cock gently. I had scraped it quite badly against the leather and Paul said that will hurt in the morning. I kissed him and said a lot of me will hurt in the morning. We smoked a spliff together, and he gave me another laced drink. He looked at me and said -- you realise it will get pretty kinky now? I thought 59 men gang banging a boy was kinky, but he looked VERY serious. Before he could say more Aubrey grabbed me and dragged me back on stage where a paddling pool had appeared. I knew what this meant -- mass golden showers. Sure enough I was surrounded by guys and pissed on. As I opened my mouth to swallow. Aubrey said "where the fuck is the leather grip?" He sounded furious. He knew I would be able to cum and he really wasn't going to let that happen. Paul gave it to him and Aubrey told the guys to stop pissing as he re-applied the thing to me. Aubrey looked furious at me. "You fucking faggot bitch -- thought you could get away with that did you?" and he slapped me hard across the face. There were a few cries of "Yeahhhh" as they clearly enjoyed him slap me. So he slapped me again, and again. "get him back on the bench" said Aubrey. I was lifted up and tied down again, this time face up, my arms pulled back behind me. Aubrey appeared with what I discovered was a riding crop. He threw another to Paul and another to Uncle Joey, and one more to some guy -- turns out he was a headmaster Aubrey spoke "Paul, Joey -- take his chest and belly- We'll look after his cock and balls" Oh my god -- they were going to whip me with riding crops! That's why Paul had filled me full of drugs -- to help me! Oh thank you Paul -- I looked lovingly up at him as he brought his crop down hard on my belly. Joey did the same on my right nipple. Paul looked magnificent -- stark naked, his cock hard in his left hand and a whip in his right, wanking as he whipped me. Aubrey and his friend brought their weapons down on my cock and balls. I screamed and screamed. I looked up at Paul. He was whipping me hard too now. All 4 of them whipped me for 5 minutes until by body was red. I was then flipped over and tied down again. This time the 4 of them whipped my bum. Aubrey came around to my face and spat in my mouth -- he looked really evil. You probably won't ever get out of here" he said -- and I believed him!!

Part 6 I grabbed Blakes collar and dragged him across the floor on his stomach depositing him next to a large ottoman before pulling the next toy out of the bag. Placing my fingers in his mouth, I pried his jaw apart and shoved a mouth spreader in it, quickly buckling it behind his head. I turned the screw on the side, stretching his jaw painfully apart. Blake moaned in pain. I picked him up and placed him on his back on the ottoman and attached his wrists to the rings on the side of the leather collar to keep them out of the way. Then I took a couple of chains and attached them to the ankle cuffs, raising his legs up and also attaching them to the collar leaving his already sloppy cunt open and vulnerable, then pulled his shoulders so his head hung off the ottoman. "There you go men! Two available cumholes. Unable to resist what you've got for him! Just a couple more things." I tied a bandana over his nose and grabbed a little baggie, taking out a nice sized rock, pushing it deep into the wet, open cunt, causing Blake to moan from the burning. "Damn Jeese!" exclaimed Buck. "Giving him more?" "Fuck yea man! I told you I want this little bitch royally fucked up and wrecked. When I'm through with him he won't be nothing but a worthless piece of used up gutter trash. Now whose up? Line your cocks up to the holes but wait till I say go, then show this slut no mercy!" Roy and Brad stepped up next. Brad had a respectable 8 inches and moved to Blake's head while Roy chose his pussy to receive the wrath of his very thick 10 inches. "Hold on Jesse." said Roy. If you really wanna ruin this crackers hole, I got just the thing. With that he pulled a fat ring out of his pocket and put it through his pierced cock head. It was covered with short, sharp spikes. "I never get to use this thing. This little bitch is about to be ripped to shreds!" "Fuck yea brother!" I exclaimed. "This cunt is about to be brutalized!" With that I took the poppers and poured some on the bandana over the bitches nose and grabbed a pair of alligator tit clamps that had sharp, needle like teeth. "Get ready to suffer, bitch!" I hissed in Blakes ear as he whimpered in fear, unable to stop the brutal attack he was about to recieve. "Ready.......Set........Go!" I shouted as I released the clamps on the sluts tender nips as two cocks plunged in his two fuck holes deep and hard. Blake screamed and convulsed as pain tore through his entire body. He choked and gagged on the cock buried in his throat as spit and puke poured out of his mouth. The men cheered as the teenager helplessly had his body pulverized by the two pounding cocks. You could see the cock in his throat stretch it wide as it slid in balls deep. Fresh red oozed from his ripped cunt as the spiked cock shredded his insides. Brad would occasionally pull all the way out so Blake could quickly gasp for air before burying himself down the boys throat again, grabbing the chain on the clamps and pulling on Blakes tender titties, causing the clamps to dig in harder. Tears flowed from Blakes eyes as the men reduced him to nothing more than two wet holes. Roy would pull his cock out and rub the spikes around the boys tender inflamed ass ring before plunging it back it, mercilessly scraping his insides. Before long, Blakes screams subsided as the pain and drugs transported him into another realm. Soon both men buried their throbbing cocks as deep as they could while cum was pumped into both ends of the cumdump. No time was wasted before two more men stepped up for their turns. Roy generously loaned his pierced ring to another man with a piered cock to continue further wrecking the already bleeding cunt. The new man had a very visible bio hazard tattoed on his chest. I raised up Blakes head so he could see the tattoo as the man roughly shoved his spiked cock into the already damaged fuckhole. "See that bitch?" I whispered into Blake's ear. "After tonight you wont be anything more than my whore. I'll sell you to anyone I want, any time I want, any where I want. And there wont be a thing you can do about it. Your diseased cunt will barely be worth the money you'll make for me. Nobody else will want you. Your parents wont want an infected, drugged pussy fag for a son. You are mine now. And I'll keep you as long as your usefull, then sell you for what I can get. Say good bye to the life you knew! Watch as he fills you with his poison! Feel his dirty cum seep into your ripped up insides. Tonight you fufill your destiny!" As I said those words, the man fucking him bellowed as he filled Blake's ass with more cum. I just dropped Blakes head back down as a cock slammed down his open throat. Blake was used like this for over an hour before I released him and removed the mouth spreader. But his night was far from over.

3. The new Owner lead me into his house and straight down to a basement, the place was lit by fluorescent lighting and what looked like a hospital bed. He pulled me towards it and I got more nervous and sweat broke out. “Don’t worry Boy I really am a Doctor, actually from now on I will be your primary care. I take care of all of us in our little circle. So now need to worry about your health care. I just need to give you a check up and make sure you are prepped right. Now stand over on the tiled part under the shower” I stood in one of those shower areas like they have at the gym turned around. He pushed a dolly cart in and on it was a boar bristle brush, straight razor and shaving soap. “First thing your Daddy asked me to do was make you look more like a good boy and get rid of that hair. For now it will be temporary but he may want to do a laser treatment but for now hold real still for me.” For the next hour he meticulously shaved my entire body from the neck down with that razor. My cock remained hard and leaked the entire time as I felt the razor scraping across my skin. I had never had the urge to shave my body. But in truth I couldn’t wait until he had finished so I could see what I looked like. “Now I won’t be doing your hair but when you get to the Barber he might want to change it a bit” With that he ran warm water and had me stand under the spray. The water tingled across my skin. Somehow I felt even more naked, just looking down I looked at my cock so proud and standing erect and looking huge. I ran my hands over my body and loved the feel. Next he lead me basic to center and started coating my skin with a thick cream. “This should burn off any stray hairs, now don’t move and don’t make a noise” A burning sensation spread across me and it felt like I had been sitting too close to a fire. My skin felt tight and a whimper came out of my mouth, still for some reason my cock was hard and leaking. After 20 minutes he put me back under the water and rinsed me off. I was then lead to a table in the center and the Doc strapped in in and put my feet in stirrups. My ass had never been so exposed before. My head went back and I could see myself in a mirror in the ceiling. Staring back was someone totally different. No hair anywhere, precum pooling in my belly button and my legs spread and locked wide. “So I am going to take some blood and run some tests later to make sure you are in good health so we can get your meds worked out late. Then we are going to work on the ass of yours. Need to stretch it a bit and make you a good boy power bottom.” The next 15 minutes was me getting usual doc visit, blood was taken temp and all that. It felt weird that he was so clinical and yet I knew he had just fucked me less than 2 hours ago. Finally he wrapped up and reach over and took this metal buttplug (hey I know I’m new to being a fuck toy but I know what a butt plug is). This one was different and had wires coming off of it. He lubed my ass and quickly popped it in my ass, surprisingly with no pain. He then played with a boy and I felt my ass clench down and a wave of pain mixed with pleasure shot through my cock. A gasp escaped my lips. “Just a little stimulation while I go change and take care of some things. Back in about an hour” A whimper escaped my lips as the waves became more intense and less predictable. Sweat started to break out and my breathing became heavy as I watch Doc walk away and up the stairs. My cock bobbed with each jolt and fresh precum leaked out not so much that it was dripping off to either side. I was amazed at how fast things had changed, from engaged to whimpering in a strangers house getting shocks in my ass and shaved. My mind began to whirl as the time passed and I had no idea what was going on.

haha, money gives me a hardon