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I always felt a bit inexperienced, maybe that was why I rarely tried to hook up at all. I thought I'd mess it all up or not know what to do. I am only 18 but still, I wanted to not disappoint the expectations people were bound to have for a hot date. I was already on my third load while watching some hot porns, but today my libido would not settle down. I think I needed the real thing. I was online in a flash, but I had no idea what site was best but I settled for adam4adam. Being a rare sight online did have its perks, you got lightning fast responses and instant interest. A 42-year old muscled massage therapist hit me up (at least he claimed to be in the profile when I took a look.) He asked if I minded older men who liked submissive boys. I admit I never gave much thought to top, bottom, and the in-betweens but his question caused my dick to stiffen. Must be a sign. "Yeah, I'm down for that," I replied, pondering where we'd fuck. I couldn't do it at my parents house. Hopefully this guy could host and was close by. "Can't host, and I'm guessing you can't either." His next e-mail confirmed the worst case scenario. I thought it was all over, I told him sorry and maybe another time. "Hold on there boy, daddy isn't finished with you yet. Send me your address, I'm in your part of the neighborhood, get that hole ready and be outside in 10 minutes, and no matter where you're at, I'll be there." I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. He seemed determined and excited to meet me. I was just a skinny gamer dork, though often people remarked I'm much more attractive than I seem to realize. I was considering this as I got ready and it seemed like a mere instant before I was outside and a sleek black mercedes with tinted windows was pulling up before me. I glanced around nervously incase I got it wrong, but the window lowered to show a grinning dark haired man with a handsome square jaw and traces of silver hair through his beard. The smiling blue eyes were enough to make ice melt, this was definitely the guy. "Hey boy, ready to please your daddy?" He questioned as he patted the passenger seat next to him. I went around and got in as shy as can be, I couldn't even answer him. I must've been blushing. "Mmm, don't worry boy, daddy is going to take care of you," a strong masculine hand reached over to massage my left shoulder tenderly. His fingers were like magic as he worked that hand across from my shoulder, to my neck, and then down the mid of my back. I completely relaxed, even when that same hand stuffed itself down into my shorts and his strong insistent fingers invaded my hole and pushed me forward a bit to give him easier access. "Ah...I didn't bring lube," I admitted suddenly, realizing I had some as his fingers worked at me roughly. "Don't you worry about that," the blue-eyed sex god whispered in a sensual voice, "I'm gonna take of that hole." That's when we stopped. I looked around not realizing that we were in the parking lot of a public park that was closed by this time of day. I looked at him questioningly. "You're going to service daddy right here and now boy, my cock needs to unload," and before I knew it I was face down in his jean covered crotch as he unbuckled and unzipped to reveal his cock which I couldn't remember the size of from the brief time I glanced at his profile. "Oh God..." I mumbled as I sucked gently on the stiff cock that was still hidden beneath his boxer-briefs. It looked massive. "That Cock is going to be your God boy as long as your servicing it with your holes," daddy told me in a matter of fact tone. I had a feeling this wasn't a man you said no to. His 9 1/2 inch circumcised dick was out and already dribbling long trails of pre-cum. His underwear had huge wet spots from the short drive over to the park. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I never took anything that huge before...and without lube? He couldn't really plan to put that in my ass? He coaxed my mouth over his thick head and used a hand to shove my head down so that I took nearly half his shaft before gagging and trying to resist. He continued to keep me in place, until I relaxed a bit and he could drive more of his cock into my throat and with his free hand he went to my hole and began to probe once more. My throat felt like it was a rubber band that had been stretched all out of shape. His cock was so thick I was sure he could probably see exactly how far down my throat it was. My eyes were watering and I could barely gasp enough air between his thrusts and deep throating to handle what he was doing to me. "Can't deep-throat daddies cock to make it cum boy?" An evil and greedy glint came to his eye, "Then your sweet cunt hole is going to pleasure this dick instead." I tried to apologize, to say I'd do better...but he placed his index finger firmly against my lips and just said, "Shhhhh." "Get on your knees in the backseat, look out the rear window and stay that way after you lower your shorts so I can see that ass," he ordered. I wordlessly complied, I wasn't sure what would happen if I tried to question the instructions. My hole felt so vulnerable in the air conditioned car when my shorts were pulled down. I heard him climb from upfront to position himself behind me, he grabbed my hands forcibly and put them in front of me, "You leave those there, you don't do anything. Daddy's in charge now." He shoved my legs apart with his knees and a firm hand pushed against the small of my back arching it slightly so that my butt poked out a bit further and my hole felt more open and exposed. "D-do you have a condom?" I asked nervously, I was almost surprised I even remembered to question him, I was so nervous about even handling it. "Yeah I have a condom," I heard and felt him spit right onto my hole and then another sound of him spitting, probably for his own cock. That monstrous piece of meat was pressed against my sphincter quickly and with both his hands on my hips he pushed me back onto it and down slowly. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to ease back off it...it got so thick so fast I thought I'd rip open without lube. "Where you think that hole is going?" Daddy growled, he kept pulling me down but now he also rose to greet my hole too and his cock popped suddenly and forcibly into my hole. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I cried out trying to get away now in earnest. My hole was on fire and I thought his cock felt like there was nothing on it. I tried to turn around to see but that's when a strong hand clamped on the back of my neck. "You look straight ahead fuck toy," he barked, "You are my property now, you don't act, you don't think. You just take this dick til I'm done with that boy pussy." I made a soft noise of protest, but I complied, relaxing somewhat. His cock slowly eased further into me, and the burning sensation subsided. "Good fucking bitch boy," he commended me. My reward was a sharp and deep thrust upward that plunged him fully into my unsuspecting hole. I swear, it was like a kidney moved out of the way in order to make room for that cock inside me. The hand that was on the back of my neck now moved to my throat as I cried out. He squeezed firmly and deliberately choking me into silence. I still tried to make another noise of protest and turn to face him...I quickly regretted that. The second hand came to join the other and both now choked me harder til I was submissive and he pulled back on my neck as he choked so that I arched my back more and opened more of my hole to his greedy cock that was eagerly pumping me. Things were starting to get hazy, I could feel my hole was really wet for some reason like it had been lubed up. Did he really pre-cum that much? Fuck. If that was pre-cum he was in me raw...but it didn't matter. I couldn't do anything with that death-grip controlling me like the reigns for a horse. I could see in the rearview mirror up front his firm hard body pumping me, and the ass that had a tan line from his days on the beach or maybe working outside. Maybe if my hole didn't feel like it was never going to be tight again I could have enjoyed the sight of him fucking my ass...this fucking Sex Beast of a man. His thrusts became jackhammer hard, I could breathe again as he let go of my neck and put one hand to my hip again to keep it firmly in the position he seemed to like the most, which was the one where my hole was tilted upwards a bit so the curve of his cock could hit this sweet spot inside my ass I had no idea was there... his other hand worked his fingers into my mouth forcing me to suck on them. I didn't realize doing that would make me open my hole more. "Now you're ready boy," he leaned in as he impaled me viciously and bit onto my neck. It was hot even as it hurt, but I saw why he did it. His cock swelled even more as he must've been getting close to coming, it was easily 10 inches at this point hit painful spots in my ass that seemed to feel extraordinarily good to him. His clamping down on my neck kept me from moving anywhere as much as it hurt and as much as I felt more and more like he was just using my ass because it was inexperienced and young to fuck. I wondered if I was really just a hole to him like he said earlier. He didn't care if I got off or enjoyed his cock...though I know on some level I was enjoying his cock. He just wanted to get off and I was the sap who let him inside. "Please," I begged, "Tell me you have a condom on." He began to grunt and lead into me hard, slamming my hole with such force I felt like it was a shockwave going through my entire body and numbing my boy hole completely. I moaned with the strangest sense of pleasure through all that pain and worry. He kept thrusting deep and purposefully, his cock kept moving to other places in my hole with each thrust spreading what I could feel was his load. I couldn't just be imagining it, there was so much and it was so warm. "Boy I told you," he said with the hint of a laugh in his tone, "I have a condom. It's you."

First, I never use condoms. Second, if we're fucking raw, you're getting my load. I don't really give a shit about pulling out. My precum has already been inside you!

Yesterday I met up with the same guy I fucked on Saturday. The last time I came was in this guys ass 4 day ago so my balls we’re getting aches. Asian guy 5’7” about 140lb with a perky little ass. I get to his place after I get off work and we head to the bedroom. Like last time we make out as we undress and get on the bed. We get in a 69 position as he sucks my cock and I eat his tight little hole. He turns around and with just his spit at lube slides down my cock. He rides me for a bit till I roll him on his back and pump away. A few minutes later I’m breeding him with his knees by his head. We take a quick break as we make out some more then it’s time for round two. He climbs on top and rides me again for a while we fuck in a few more positions till he’s face down in the bed as I’m hammering away at his hole. He moans for me to “breed me again”. And that’s all I need to hear as I bust another load balls deep. We take a quick break then go to the shower to rinse off. He soaps my body up and my cock gets hard again. He smiles seeing my hard on and asks “are you ready again” I give a quick yes and spin him around shoving his face against the wall and shove my cock in his ass again. I fuck him harder and faster then the other 2 times as he’s moaning “yes, yes, oh fuck me yes” a few minutes later I’m pumping my third load into him. We finish showering and I get dressed we have a final kiss and discuss when we can meet up again. When I get home I rest for a bit but I’m still horny so I end up jerking off and cumming 1 more time. All in all I busted 4 loads in about 2 hours. 3 of them up his hole. It was a pretty good day and I’m looking forward to the next time we can meet.

LOL, don't laugh - hydrogenated coconut oil - doesn't stain your sheets, smells good, cheap, and tastes good too

Part 3: I was scared that my boyfriend's friend had seen me, and I was stressed for a few days that my boyfriend would find out about my secret activities. My boyfriend organized a dinner party the following weekend, and invited a few friends, including the one I'd seen at the beat. I was very nervous throughout the party, but he never said anything so I assumed that I had been successful in leaving the beat that day without him seeing me. Phew. Safe for now. Well, a few days later and I was horny again. I shouldn't be thinking about cruising at beats, but I was horny. It's like a drug and I was addicted. I was monogamous, but I also had an addiction, and this afternoon was one of those days when the addiction won. I needed to visit the beat. I was extra careful, I didn't want to bump into the friend and let him see me there, so I kept my distance from the beat and just watched for a while. I decided that I'd go straight into a cubicle and only play through the glory hole. That way, no one would see my face and recognize me. I felt like the coast was clear enough, so I made my way in. I was supposed to be monogamous but I was too horny, and I told myself I'd just go one more time and I would only let myself suck or be sucked. No fucking allowed this time. Then that would be it. I'd get it out of my system and I'd be able to move on and be faithful to my boyfriend again. I walked in quickly. Both cubicles were empty so I chose the same one I'd been in with the ginger guy last time. A guy was at the urinals and I think I'd seen him around before, so I was fairly sure he'd be cruising too. I closed and locked the cubicle door, pulled my pants down, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. A guy entered the other cubicle, I assume the guy who'd just been at the urinal because it was too quick for anyone new to have entered the facility. Some foot tapping under the partition from both of us signaled that play time was on. I beckoned him through the glory hole, to show him that I wanted his dick. He was obviously keen because he stood up immediately and I was soon staring directly at a nice semi hard cock. I wasted no time and took him in my mouth, letting my tongue make love to his mushroom head. I had him fully hard in no time. Nice cock, slightly above average I think. Very tasty. I wanted it to last for a while, but in a beat situation it's often a quickie, and that's what happened here. I felt him tense up, grunt, and reward my efforts with a mouthful of delicious cum. He pulled back through the glory hole, and left. I stayed put. I was still horny and I heard a couple of guys walk in, so I didn't want to leave while they were still around. Moments later, both of them entered the cubicle and one had his cock through the glory hole before they'd even managed to close the door. It was a larger cock than the previous one, and I wanted to suck it, but I hesitated because there were two guys in the other cubicle and it felt risky. I must have paused too long because I heard a voice telling me to "suck it, it sounded like the last guy enjoyed it", so I did. I gave him the save treatment with swirling my tongue over his head while massaging the shaft with my hands. It was a great dick to suck and I thought it'd feel good in my ass, but I was only here to suck, regardless of how horny I was. His cock was throbbing, I could tell he was enjoying it and I was doing a good job, and then came the next instruction from over the cubicle wall "turn around and let me fuck you". I kept sucking but got a bit scared about the possibility of someone outside overhearing us, and he said it again, but slightly louder "I want to fuck you". I weighed up my options and thought it'd be better to get fucked than get caught, so I did what he wanted. I turned around and back my ass up to the glory hole, guiding his dick in at the same time. As soon as my ass was against the wall, he took over and started fucking me, thrusting his bare cock in and out, finally thrusting deep and yelling "fuck yeah, take my load". I had forgotten that there were two of them in that cubicle until he said "I'm going to pull out now, but keep your ass exactly where it is, my friend wants a turn". Shit. I'd forgotten about the other guy, but I didn't want to disobey the loud guy. He was obviously not shy about attracting attention. I stayed exactly in the same spot as the first guy pulled out and a dollop of his cum fell to the floor. I heard "we can't waste that, it'll be good lube" and he scooped the cum off the floor, coated his friend's dick, and his friend pushed his bare cock inside me. The friend started thrusting right away. He was much quieter than the first one, which was a relief, but I could hear a running commentary: "That's so hot watching you fuck him bareback" and "so hot that you're using my cum as lube" and "you're going to breed him too, aren't you?". That last one was answered by a demonstration rather than with words. His cock pulsed and I heard a soft groan, and I knew I'd just taken another random load. I came too, shooting my load over the cubicle floor. That's two random anonymous loads in my monogamous ass. The second guy finished and they both left the cubicle, and after washing hands, I heard them leave the facility. I waited for a couple of minutes and decided I needed to leave. No one else had entered, so I figured it was safe to make my escape. I took a few steps outside, and came face to face with my boyfriend's friend, chatting to another guy. The same one who I thought I'd snuck past last time. "Fancy seeing you here. What a coincidence" to be continued...

I like it the rougher the better, smash my ass

Chapter 4 Saturday, June 26, 1993, 08:00 AM Rise and shine, my Mentor commands, "faggots attend to your duties, faggot bindel go to the living room, and wait with your friends." Still hooded, the men apply their efforts to breakfast. A wonderful aroma fills the air to my delight; I smell cinnamon and apples. Master walks in and says, "Good morning, faggots," we all tilt our heads and say, "Good morning, Master." An Omega says to Master, "I have your coffee at your seat, sir." Master nods his approval and sits himself down. A short time passes, and a bell rings out. danny's mentor says, "Come on, faggots, breakfast time." Coffee & freshly squeezed OJ to drink; Apfelpfannkuch (German pancake) and feta cheese omelets with baby spinach, caramelized onions and home-fries pan cooked in duck fat. We all chatted about last night over breakfast. The four of us were complemented for opening up so well. One of the Beta's said, "faggot worthington, your ass really sucked the cum out of my cock last night, and I thought I was pig." We took it for the complement as it was intended and lifted our glasses to being faggots. harry chimed in and said, "OMG, I thought I tasted you in his hole last night," everyone giggled. Master is pleased how well we're all getting along; the Mentors say, "faggot bindel, o'connell, colencheck, worthington, dishes." We say, "Yes, sir," we collect and clean the plates together, happily serving our brothers as they did us. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 10:00 AM My Mentor grabs my leash and hands it to my Alpha and says, "Take them for a walk, faggot." I get down on my hands and knees and obediently follow his lead as we leave the men behind. On the porch, my Alpha commands me to rise, hands me my leash, and says, "Follow me." We run around the property only wearing our collars and / or hoods. With our cocks flapping about in rhythm with our balls, naked as the day we were born. I feel natural in this, like this is proper and always missing. We make our way to a waterfall where my Alpha jumps off a cliff and right into a pool below. We all do this, waiting only for the person before us to clear the way. We sat on the shoreline, atop some rocks for a resting bit. The four Alpha's then line us up according to our Mentor, and begin with some calisthenics. Jumping jacks, push-ups, etc.… As we go through this work out regime, the Alpha asks us, "What are we here for," we recite, "Discipline, training, mentoring, and respect." WHY faggots, "BECAUSE FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR". As I count out my sit-ups, I start to feel as if I had accidentally joined some secret faggot army. Alpha says, "Why would someone want to put their cock inside of your worthless faggot holes." The Beta's and Omega's start off saying, "IT IS MY DUTY TO BE FIT, SO I AM A FUCKABLE FAGGOT SIR." The Alpha's say, "What was that, faggots?" "IT IS MY DUTY TO BE FIT, SO I AM A FUCKABLE FAGGOT SIR." This repeats until we are back at the house. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 12:30 PM We make it back in time for lunch. A meal has been prepared for us by the fire pit. Turkey club sandwiches and a garden salad with some unsweetened iced tea. The boys and I notice four new men sharing the meal with us; they aren't wearing hoods, why? Master introduces us one by one as before. When Master gets to me, he says, "faggot bindel, this is Dom Chris, Dom Joseph, Dom Igor, and Dom Marco. They are above your mentors, just so you understand the order of things." I Reply, "Sir, yes sir." Master says to the four men, "faggot bindel celebrated his eighteenth birthday with us last night, isn't that right, faggot bindel?" "Sir, yes sir." Dom Chris is the man who made your cake, faggot. I get down on my knees before him, look up, and I say, "Thank you, sir Chris, thank you, sir." He motions me up and says, "I hope you enjoyed it, faggot." "Sir, very much, sir." He turns to my Master and says, "What a fine candidate, sir." We continue our lunch and allow some time for digestion. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 01:15 PM Master claps, we all rise awaiting our orders. "Faggots to your service, faggots bindel, worthington, colencheck, and o'connell, your duty is to bathe these men. Make them feel welcome," we reply as one. "Sir, yes sir." Sir Chris takes my leash, and as is expected of me, I get on my hands and knees, then follow obediently behind him into the house to another bedroom on the second floor of the house. The room is handsome with a large bed, fire, a small porch, and a reading chair with an ottoman. Dom Chris sits down in the reading chair and says, "Faggot, go draw me a bath." "Sir, yes sir." I prepare the tub, return to him and await instructions. He says, "Rub my feet, faggot." Looking right in his eye, I say, "Sir, yes sir" and begin my service. This guy is hot, maybe 27, 6’ 175 pounds, blond, blue, and in shape. I take his shoes and socks off slowly. Lustfully, I scan him as I rub his feet. I ask Dom Chris to be excused for a moment; he nods as I go to turn off the water. I return to the room and say, "Sir, your bath is ready, sir." He starts to undress as I say, "Excuse me, sir, please allow me." I start with his motorcycle armor, which is covered in dead bugs, then I slowly lift his T-shirt, putting my face right into his armpit just for a little more than a sniff, then move my head right into the center of his chest to feel the hair on my smooth boyish face. Then as I look right into his eyes, I slowly get on my knees and unbutton his pants. I peel his tight jeans off one leg at a time. Now the prize, with my teeth and tender soft hands, I pull his boxer briefs down and off as I push my face right into his crotch. Feeling his bush and breathing deeply of his scent. His penis, long, gloriously thick with a bulbous head, and a very pronounced vein on the top of his shaft. I stand before him and say, "Follow me, sir." I escort him into the bathroom, where I assist him into the tub. I get the luffa sponge and begin my service to this man as he lays back. I tenderly scrub every inch of him, leaving nothing to chance. I use my hands to give a closer inspection of my work. As I'm shampooing his hair with my crotch besides his face, he grabs my ass with his left hand and invites me into his bath. Dom Chris unplugs the drain and turns the water back on. Dom Chris said, "I prefer the room a little steamy, and this water could use some freshening." Smiling, I ask if I may rub him so that he might be able to relax. He nods his approval, and I begin with his shoulders. I pull myself closer to him, finally feeling his soft short beard rubbing on my face. My delicate hands starting from the top of his crack slowly making their way up past his neck. Having him in my arms, I return to his shoulders where I find a knot. I ask Dom Chris if I may please sit behind him to apply the proper pressure. With his deep and commanding voice, he says, "No, that's ok, you're doing just fine where you are, faggot." Dom Chris commands me to sit back and put my legs up on the sides of the tub. of course; I obey without hesitation. With his rough and callused hands, he feels my long slender legs falling on the outside and back towards him once he hits my back side. My cock is hard with its head poking out of the water. He notices my arousal and smiles. As I stare into his deep blue eyes, I ask if there's anything I may offer him. A beverage, a towel, me perhaps? Tempted by my offer, he pulls my legs towards him and feels his way down to my nether region. His cock now pressed against my pink hole, pulls me in a tad further. I feel him enter me a smidge, my eyes opening wide now, "I say thank you, sir, I offer myself freely for you to enjoy, please accept my submission to you, sir." Dom Chris says, "Just you wait, faggot." As he gets up and slaps his wet cock all over my face with his hairy balls rubbing on my lips. He looks down and says, "Open your mouth, faggot." I obey as he grabs the back of my head and spits in my mouth. Without blinking, I swallow and await his anything. Dom Chris smiles as his hands come to my armpits and begins to lift me upwards. He forces my head to the side as he sucks on my neck up and down. I'm panting like an overheated dog; with my erection distancing me from his complete embrace. Dom Chris spins me around with a firm grip, his hands strong and demanding. He bends me over the edge of the tub, my body yielding to his dominance. Dom Chris says, "Offer me your hole, faggot." I eagerly obey, offering him my tender backside in an arching manner. His fingers dig into my flesh as he forces my legs apart, exposing me completely, leaving me vulnerable and at his mercy. I grab the sides of the tub, my knuckles white with the effort, bracing myself for what's to come. He slaps his cock on my moist spot as I gasp. He then gets on his knees, separating my cheeks, revealing my special place, and starts to suck with his lips on the sides of my hole. Up and down, either side, over and over. My gasps grow with intensity as I reveal my true submissive nature to him. He then begins to taste me, slowly offering me his strength upon my tender young fleshy buttocks. His tongue probes what's left of my innocence. As my whimpers transform into uncontrollable pants, I utter in submission, my hole is yours, sir. This excites him as his probing deepens inside of me with a stronger separation of my cheeks. His beard softly rubs my revealed tenderness as his probing continues. His hands releasing my cheeks, slowly feel up my chest. He ceases his exploration and pulls me back to him, holding me in his embrace. My head dips back to offer myself as I feel his still-wet hairs brush me. He says, "Get a towel, faggot" as his cock glides over my offered fuck-hole. I reach for a towel and begin to dry our two bodies molded as one, as I had always dreamt. Mostly dry now, he gets out, then picks me up by my hind quarters and pulls me in. With both arms, I grab around his shoulders, locking both arms around his back. My legs wrapped around his torso like a snake. He carries me back to the room with him sucking at the side of my neck. Holding my ass cheeks apart, offering a slight gentle breeze upon my hole, which gives a welcomed tingle. He throws me down and forces my arms up as he sucks on my armpit. Unable to respond, my legs instinctively rise as they spread. Completely on offer for him, his tongue probes down my chest with his nibbles. The few hairs that I have developed thus far are pulled by his tongue. I offer no resistance to his attempts; I eagerly await any abuse he wishes to inflict upon me. Dripping precum like a leaky faucet, my hunger grows for this man: God please let me have him tonight. He makes his way to my member and tastes my urethral emissions. Much to his delight, he enjoys my member going all the way down on me. He gives me a tonguing on my shaft as he puts my legs down. He turns his body, forcing his champion into my needing mouth. As I choke on his cock, he lovingly sucks on mine. He forces my legs back as he deep throats me. Sucking my remaining teenage innocence down without hesitation, his callused hands rough up my offered prize with their entrance. So, he applies lube to his cocks new home as I moan in relief that my tender young flesh is to his liking. With each thrust of his, my throat gives way to his force. With my phlegm flowing like bubbling spring, he fucks my face harder. My head, buried in this mattress gave up long ago, and allows the continuous assault to occur unimpeded. He pulls himself off of me, sensing that I am on the brink of release, his control over my pleasure unyielding. Stepping off the bed, he grabs my ankles with a firm grip, his touch both dominant and possessive. He pulls me towards him, my body yielding to his command as he enters my surrendered territory with the ferocity of a liberated city, welcomed with delight and submission. He enters and exits me in a twisting fashion. Unable to control myself, I beg him for more. With my arms still up and my mouth open, whimpering in my bliss. He commands me to clench my hole. He notices my efforts and smiles as I feel his excitement grow with his veracity of his cock hammering my hole. He looks in my eyes and sees me reveling in delight and pain. He gives a powerful slamming thrust. His thrusts are challenging, pushing me to my limits, and my noises are involuntary, a symphony of pleasure and pain that fills the air. Each movement is a claim, a reminder of his power and my surrender. I am his to command, his to use, and I revel in the intensity of the moment. He enters and exits me in a twisting fashion, his cock exploring every inch of my depths, driving me wild with desire. Unable to control myself, I beg for more, my voice a desperate, pleading whimper. "More, please, more," I cry out, my arms still braced against the tub, my body trembling with need and ecstasy. Dom Chris commands me to clench my hole, his voice firm and unyielding. I obey, my muscles tightening around him, gripping him with all my strength. He notices my efforts, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he feels my hole clench around his cock. His excitement grows, his thrusts becoming more vigorous, more intense, his cock hammering into me with renewed ferocity. I beg for his load like a proper faggot, my voice a desperate, plead. "Cum in my ass, sir, mark me as your territory." The words tumble from my lips, a mix of submission and desire, as I offer myself completely to him. I see his eyes widen with resolve, a primal hunger ignited within him, and I know that I have pushed him to the edge, to the point of no return. Just then, that glorious sound escapes his mouth, a roar of pure, unbridled pleasure. His eyes roll back, and his body tenses, every muscle coiled and ready to release. In that moment, he is a god, a master of his domain, and I am his willing sacrifice, his vessel for pleasure and submission. He empties his balls inside me, his cock pulsing with each powerful jet of cum, filling me completely, stretching me to my limits. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, as his essence marks me, claims me, makes me his. I can feel the warmth of his load, the sticky, thick liquid coating my insides, a testament to his dominance and my surrender. He collapses atop me, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We are both exhausted, spent from the intensity of our acts, but there is a profound sense of satisfaction, a completion that leaves us both sated and content. I thank you, dear God, for you have delivered me to this moment, this place of pure, unfiltered bliss. Together, we snuggle up, our bodies entwined, finding comfort in each other's embrace. The world outside fades away, leaving only the here and now, the shared experience that has bonded us, the pleasure and pain that define us. We drift off into a brief, much-needed nap, our bodies and minds at peace, ready to face whatever comes next, together. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 05:00 PM As always, this weekend anyway, I'm led by my leash outside to the patio and pool area, an exquisitely curated oasis with an emphasis on relaxation and aesthetics. A generously-sized pool, a kitchen grill station, a fully stocked bar, and enough seating for any occasion. Fantasy Island has nothing on this place, I think with a smile, as I notice my tenderized rump. I spot my Mentor over at the bar; can't mistake that happy trail with anyone else. Master lays down on one of the lounge recliners, enjoying a cocktail with the Doms. "Guys, please help yourselves to the bar," he says, pointing towards the Red Oak tree. Capital idea; looks like I have little choice but to indulge, myself yet again. I head to the bar and see about a Margarita. My Mentor notices me struggling to salt the rim. With an open hand, he grabs my chest, pulls me in and whispers, "faggot bindel, you know how to eat an ass like the best of us. Why are you having an issue rimming this glass?", As his cock meat stuffs itself between my buns expertly. With his other hand, he takes the glass from me, opens the sponge tray; just then it clicks for me. "Thank you for your instruction, sir. May I pour you one as well?" Without moving, he grabs his glass and slowly says, "Fill me up, faggot." I am never leaving this place, ever. "Yes, sir, with pleasure, sir." We retreat to one of the smaller tables by the pool as he leads me by my collar. We sit and talk about where we're from, and then he asks, "You're pretty young for this lifestyle, what brought you into it?" I told him about the ad I saw online and say, "When I read about the control part, I was turned on. The rest of the text only reassured me of my suspicions. I really like the dynamic of how you give of yourself in trust. How it's not about merely sex; it's about a way of life; the sex just comes with the lifestyle." He nods thoughtfully, and then with a soft smile, he shares, "Submission is trust offered, and the control is love given." He nods in agreement and says, "Yeah, sex is boring compared to this. I can't even think about meaningless one-night stands. With this, I either take or give fully with a man. No half measures, no holding back." As the rest of our pack joins us, and we continue the conversation, exploring each other's appreciation for the lifestyle and the code. As our are almost depleted, the Omega gets up, and I say, "Excuse me, sir. I do believe I'm the one in need of more experience. Please allow me to attend to this matter sir." As I start up on the drinks, Master, wearing an apron, is messing with the grill. He says, "faggot bindel, how are you enjoying yourself?" "Oh, just fine, sir. Thank you for having me, sir, as well as having me over, sir." As I cheekily show my backside. He smiles and asks if I could freshen him up. I smile and say, "Every way that I can for you, sir." Smiling, he replies, "Just the drink for now, faggot, for now." The men, Dom Igor and Dom Joseph, take notice of my flirting and don't attempt to hide it. Dom Joseph asks, "How do I like my meat?" I devilishly smile at them, slightly gaze down, then back up. "For a steak like that, just finished screaming with a bit of char, sir," looking back down at their crotches, "raw, as God intended, sir." The three men laugh at my advance and reply, "The night is young, just like you." I raise my glass and say, "Indeed," with my boyish smirk. I collect the drinks I just made, excuse myself, and return towards the table. I overhear Dom Joseph ask Master, "Well, how was he?" Master replies, "Very choice." I smile, for I'm as giddy as a schoolboy. A little time passes, and Dom Igor approaches and says, "Faggot bindel," (in a moderately thick Russian accent) "come with me." "Yes, sir," as I excuse myself from the table. Dom Igor grabs me by my cock and balls and leads me back to the grill. He hands me a steak and a baked potato smothered in butter, absolutely perfect on a plate, and says, "This won't be the only meat you get tonight, faggot." I reply, "I certainly hope not, sir," as I smile with blushed cheeks. One by one, Master serves up steaks to the gang. After dinner is finished, we continue to enjoy the patio, the libations flow freely as our conversations carry on. What began as a gentle breeze grows wild, and begins to spoil the mood.

I could tell you a single name or identify any of the hundreds of men that have bred me but I do know how pozzed me. At this point in my life, I was pretty much a regular at Club Z in Seattle on Saturday nights for sure and would just take loads. On top of this I had been taking loads for years, many of them were for sure poz. Always tested neg. The week before the dude that pozzed me fucked me, I had to have a minor surgery so didn't fuck at all. He was the first dude after I recovered. Fat, bald, white dude. Came over, fucked me and as he was cumming said, "I'm gonna poz you." A few days later I left on a business trip and about 7 days after he fucked me I got the fuck flu. Don't know his name, don't know how to contact him, but I'm 95% sure some fat random dude from BBRT pozzed me. Kinda makes me hard thinking about it.

If someone's profile says "poz" "party" "bareback" don't ask me if I'll use a condom. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Also if a top pulls out without shooting in me i'm not gonna be happy...fuck that treasure island media shit. I want that load deep in me.

So last night, my navy buddy wanted to whore me out to his buddies. Total of 9 came. Took 5 loads in my ass and swallowed 4. Hey, I love showing our troops that a love their service

I still couldn't believe what I had just seen it blew my mind to have seen my dad intentionally fill his own grandson with a load of toxic poz cum. My dad didn't pull right out and I heard him tell my son that he was keeping his ass plugged so that it wouldn't leak out. I also saw him reach over and pick up a medium sized butt plug. I guessed he was going to use it to replace his cock keeping the cum inside. I found myself walking into the room my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. My cock as hard as it had ever been. Since my son had come out as gay I had occasionally dreamed of something happening either with me or with me watching but had never imagined something like this. As i walked towards them I couldn't take my eyes off my son's ass my dads cock still buried inside as it started to get soft. Dad was about to pull out and insert the butt plug he was holding when he noticed me there and stopped he stiffened and looked a little nervous I coukd tell he didn't know how I would react then he seemed to notice my rock hard cock amd where I was looking and relaxed. I didn't say anything just put my hand on his shoulder and he pulled his cock out of my son's now tainted ass and moved to the side so that I could move in behind him then hesitated my mind wasn't sure if I was ready to take thus step. My body was mkre than ready however. I felt I was about to explode with the need to do something. However I didn't move in to ljbe my cock up with his slightly gaping ass instead I leaned down put my hands on his cheeks and leaned in tongue extending to get a taste The smell was intense. A mix of my son's natural smell and my dads cum it had me feeling intoxicated as I started to bury my tongue deep inside. It was then my son realized something was happening and I felt him stiffen a little when he looked back and saw me and I heard him gasp " dad" but before he could react more my father put his hand on his back and told him to relax. For the next five minutes I ate my son's newly bred ass while my dad rubbed his back and talked dirty to him still calling him names and degrading him as he moaned from the work my mouth was doing. I finally couldn't resist anymore so I stopped what my tongue was doing and I straightened up moving in behind him and pressed the head of my cock against him. My dad has always shot huge loads and even after I had tongue fucked my boy there was enough leaking out that I didn't need lube as I pushed my cock in. My cock isn't nearly as long as my father but is thicker so my son was still fairly tight as I started to fuck him. I admit I was in heaven I had dreamed of fucking him many many times but this was better than anything I had ever dreamed of the whole situation was mkre than I could have imagined. As my cock worked his ass the fact it was not only my dads cum that we were using for lube but his poz filled cum made the whole situation even more surreal. After a couple minutes my dad moved up by my son's head and began slapping his face with his cock until my son put it in his mouth That was to much for me. My son being spotted between me and my dad was more than I could take and in less than a minute I found myself cumming deep inside my son shooting a huge load of my own. As I pulled out my dad handed me the plug he had grabbed earlier and I pushed it inside my son before I collapsed next to him on the bed. I watched for awhile as my son sucked hjs grandfather's cock and saw he was starting to get hard again already which wasn't a surprise dad always could recover quickly and age didn't seem to effect that. My dad pulled his cock out of his grandsons mouth and leaned down and whispered in his ear. My son just nodded then got up and moved over to me asking me to lay on my stomach. I wasn't sure what he had in mind for sure but had some guesses mostly thought my son might end up trying to top me. As I rolled onto my stomach I felt him mkve in and felt his hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart then felt his tongue start to rim me. I was kinda surprised at how good my bot was at eating ass at his age but he definitely had a gift. Soon his fingers joined his tongue as he slowly woked my hole and I was in heaven. After a few minutes it was just his fingers and I realized he was lubing me up and I got excited thinking I would soon feel his cock replace the fingers. I knew my son had had plenty of lovers but he had never expressed any interest in topping the thought i would be the first he did it with had me getting hard again. When his fingers stopped I felt his hands grab my hips and he pulled back on them so I moved so that I was on my knees elbows and forearms on the bed. I was anticipating feeling my son's hands on my ass again as he moved in behind me. And I did feel hand but not my son's somewhat small soft hands they were my dads larger calloused hands. Part 3 soon

Was on grindr and found a guy living just 2 floors down in my building He fucked me well. Was a quick and intense fuck as we both didn‘t have too much time Now I‘m sitting here with a load in my ass and waiting for my bf to get home 😉 Will meet the guy. It‘s just to convenient. Especially since we never discussed status

Karl is the first one to steal me from Jax The boat rocks gently on the St. Lawrence River, the evening lights from the shore flickering like distant stars as we cruise along. I'm buzzed hard from the endless rounds of whiskey and beer, my head spinning a bit too much. Nature calls urgently, and I stagger toward the stairs, but Jax is deep in laughter with Lukas and the others, his back turned, oblivious. Before I can fumble my way alone, Karl steps up—tall, chiseled, with that sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that make him stand out as the hottest of the four. He's buzzed too, but steady on his feet, less sloshed than the rest of us. "Hey, let me help," he says, his voice low and warm, slipping an arm around my waist to guide me down the decks. His touch lingers just a second too long, sending a spark through the haze. We've been exchanging glances all day—his subtle flirts, the way he'd brush my arm during stories or flash that knowing smile when Jax wasn't looking. Now, alone on the quiet third deck, the hum of the engine masking our steps, we reach the washroom. It's dimly lit, empty, the door creaking shut behind us. I unzip and piss, the relief mixing with the sway of the boat. Karl does the same beside me, his stream strong and unhurried. I move to the sink, splashing cold water on my face and hands, trying to clear the fog. That's when I feel him behind me—his body heat pressing close, hands sliding over my hips. "I've wanted this," he murmurs, lips brushing my ear, his breath hot and needy. No hesitation; he spins me around, crashing his mouth onto mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle, wet and urgent, his stubble scraping my skin as he pulls me tighter. He backs me against the sink, hands roaming up my shirt, fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard—twisting, tugging, making me gasp into his mouth. "Fuck, these are perfect," he growls between kisses, rolling the sensitive buds until they're throbbing peaks. His eyes drop lower, noticing the bright red briefs peeking from my jeans—sexy, tight, hugging my bulge. "And these... goddamn, that color on you. Makes me want to rip them off." He grinds his hips forward, his hard cock straining against his pants, rubbing against mine through the fabric. We strip fast, shirts tossed aside, jeans pooling at our ankles. He drops to his knees first, yanking my briefs down to free my dick, already leaking pre-cum. His mouth engulfs me in one slick slide, sucking deep, tongue swirling around the head as his hands grip my ass. I thread fingers through his short hair, thrusting shallowly into that warm heat, moaning as he hollows his cheeks. Then it's my turn—I push him back, sink down, and take his thick cock in hand. It's veined and heavy, uncut foreskin sliding back as I lick the slit, tasting his salt. I suck him greedily, bobbing my head, feeling him pulse on my tongue while he groans above me. Karl pulls me up after a minute, turning me to face the mirror. "Bend over," he commands softly, but with that edge of passion. I do, bracing on the sink, ass out. He spreads my cheeks, diving in without warning—his tongue lapping at my hole, wet and insistent, circling the rim before pushing inside. He eats me out like he's starving, slurping and probing, fingers joining to stretch me open. My legs shake, the boat's motion adding to the intensity, his hands kneading my thighs as he devours me. Finally, he stands, slicking his cock with spit. "I need to fuck you," he whispers, pressing the head against my entrance. He slides in slow at first, inch by inch, filling me completely—raw, no barriers, his unmedicated load waiting to claim me. Once buried deep, he starts thrusting, passionate and relentless, hips snapping forward with love in every grind. He wraps an arm around my chest, pinching my nipples again while pounding my ass, our bodies slapping together in the tight space. "You're so tight... so perfect," he pants, kissing my neck, biting down gently. We go forever like that—him pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back in, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes. Sweat slicks our skin, the mirror fogging from our breaths. He spins me again, lifting one leg to hook over his arm, fucking me face-to-face now, our eyes locked. Deeper, harder, his cock dragging against my walls. "God, I've been attracted to you all day," he confesses, voice breaking with each thrust. "From the moment I saw you. I regret Jax got you first—I wanted to be the one, to open you up, make you mine." His pace quickens, balls tightening, and with a guttural moan, he unloads—hot spurts of his HIV-positive cum flooding my ass, pumping deep as he holds me close, kissing me through the waves. We stay joined, catching our breath, his softening cock still inside. He pulls out slowly, cum dripping down my thigh. "Spend the night with me instead? At your hotel. Convince Jax to crash back at the hostel with the guys. I want more of you—all night. Please." I nod, still dazed, the warmth of his load settling inside me, his words echoing with promise. I haven't even cum and obscenely showing my bulge in my tight jeans, we both joined the group.

How I got Pozzed up When you feel like you don’t matter, that nobody will ever love you the way you feel that you should be loved, you tend to do stupid things. Being a fat guy from the time I was 10 years old, I never loved myself. I didn’t do drugs or commit crimes like some people do. I buried my head in computers and sex. Looking for anyone that would fucking me and cum in me, just so for that moment, I felt like I mattered. Even if I was just a hole to them. I started have sex when I was 17. Living in Florida and being on AOL, it wasn’t hard to find someone that just wanted to fuck someone and never see them again. Right before I turned 18, I moved back to the Midwest. That is when I found out about bug chasing. It was a turn on. I let anyone that wanted to breed me do it. In 2008, I met a poz top that said he wasn’t on meds. I still have the video we made of him breeding me. It didn’t take though. I tested negative until I met him again in 2020. I was living in California, and in a relationship with a guy that when all was said and done, didn’t really love me. One night while he was at work B (the poz top from 2008) was in the area visiting a friend. He had a hotel room. He came and picked me up. We went back to his hotel. He fingered me for a bit roughing up my hole and then used a toothbrush to really rough it up. Once I was bleeding, that’s when he really fucked me. He came a lot. He dropped me back off at home. I kept his load in me. Letting it soak in my guts. That was mid-November. By November 28th I was deathly ill. I never put two and two together. I ended up at the ER and they diagnosed me with Covid. Little did I know it was a 2 for 1 special. I was also sero converting. It took me 3 months to get better. So about March 2021. Me and BF broke up and he moved out. Shortly after I finally got a Primary doctor in California, I asked for a full std panel. This was on a Friday. The next Tuesday the clinic calls and tells me everything came back negative on the std panel. Forward to the next morning, 7:30 in the morning and my phone is ringing. It’s the doctor themselves. “Hi, Mr A? It’s Doctor C. Just to confirm, can you confirm your date of birth and home address?” I give her my info. “The reason I’m calling is we need to go over one of the test results.” “Uh, the clinic called me last night, said everything was fine.” “It’s not fine. They didn’t wait for the last test. You tested positive for HIV” I went numb after that call. 20 years of never asking status, and taking every load offered and now I tested positive. My roommates were supportive. Told me I would get through this. 4 days after that call, I tried to unalive myself. That fact that I’m writing this story shows it didn’t work. When I was seen by the infectious disease doctor, my viral load was only 717. I started on meds. Every day hating looking at that god damn pill. Fast forward to 2024. September 2024, I said fuck it and quit taking the pill. If the doctor won’t let me do the shots, then I’m not taking the pill until my CD4 absolutely requires me to. Yeah, I’m vers. Yeah, I’m fat. And yes, if someone doesn’t ask or isn’t on prep, that’s on them at this point. It’s not my job to protect their health. If I fuck you at the bathhouse you should assume everyone is poz and not on meds. If not, don’t be surprised when a chubby top knocks your ass up with poz unmedicated seed. Oh and for anyone wondering, 43, 5’7, brown, blue 350lbs, 5-6”c

Syphilis - i just thought I had a rash. Kept fucking bare for like 6 months before finally going to the doctor. I don't know the names of nearly 90% of the dudes I've fucked or fucked me, so telling the health department about my fuck history over 6 months didn't really help.

True cockworship pig bottom here, live for serving men of all races but there's something about the Black Top + whiteboy bottom dynamic that feels so right. I shared that with my Black Tops and they want me to dedicate my mouth and ass exclusively to Black Men to use and enjoy my obsessive love of Black cock piss and cum. Grateful to be co-owned by 3 of my regular Black Tops and they're inviting others to join our thing.

So, I've wanted a biohaz tat since I pozzed 10 years ago but never really found one that I liked. Every pig in the universe has one over their dick...no thanks. So between loads last night I had this idea...what about making it super bold. Split the biohaz symbol in half. The left half is tattooed across the left torso. The right side is tattooed on the right leg. It would be big and dramatic. I have 15 tattoos already and this would be the biggest. But I kinda fucking love it. Here is ChatGPTs approximation of the concept.

A top should always depozit his load in the ass.

we started jerking off together and then oral. It took some time before I was even able to take him inside me.

Chapter 3 Friday, June 2, 1993, 11:18 PM I hear a few clanks and claps, and then master stops and says, "Are you ready for your birthday present, faggot?" With His cock suctioned in my mouth, I gag out, "Yes, sir." I'm pulled off master by the four mentors and placed in a leather-like hammock. My legs are put into these U-shaped things on either side, leaving them up, open, and rested. master, with a shit-eating grin, gives me one of those brown bottles and says, "Indulge yourself, faggot." He goes down on my hole again as He grabs at my armpits and places His thumbs on my nipples, teasing me mercilessly. I whimper in pleasure as I sniff the bottle, and then grab the chains with my hands so I can feel some restriction in my arms. master comes up for air, gives me a kiss as I feel the tip of His cock knocking on my back door, ready to plunder. My body starts to tingle from the tension of His touch and the building pressure on my special place, making me quiver with anticipation. I grab His neck and loudly say, "My faggot hole is yours, sir.” He kisses me with His tongue down to my throat, deeply with passion, and slowly enters with my birthday present, stretching me wide. I moan without restraint as I grab at His backside for dear life, urging Him deeper. I spread my legs as far apart as possible to welcome Him into His new home, my hole quivering with anticipation and desire. Masters entrance, a welcomed pain, fills my rectum with newly discovered expansion, witnessed by my curling toes and the uncontrollable shaking of my legs. My muffled cries and gasps only fuel His long entrance past my second ring. My moan deepens in tone to a depth I've never uttered before, a guttural sound of pure submission. Finally, I feel Masters balls rest on my taint. He is fully inside of me, claiming every inch of my tight, willing hole, owning me completely. I look directly into His eyes, and as I use my tongue, I utter the muffled words, "Please... Fuck me, now," in an even deeper, more primal tone of want, never offered before. He collects both of my wrists and holds them together, pressing against the chain, and with His right hand, He grabs my right ass cheek and digs in an extra quarter inch, making me jump and moan. "Uhhh," He starts to pull out, teasing me with a rush of blood to His cock, forcing me to clench His hand for dear life, desperate for more. Slowly out and in, the world is invisible to me. This man and His cock is all there is, pounding into me with relentless intensity. In and out all over again; my friends, my new found brothers in depravity, jealously witnessing my bliss, their eyes hungry with lust. He repeats His motions as harry and danny each come to my sides and suck on an armpit, their tongues leaving wet trails on my skin, heightening my pleasure. master frees His hand from my ass and places it around my throat, pushing inward, noticeably restricting my breath, making me lightheaded with pleasure. harry restrains one arm, and danny the other. master places His other hand on my chest to grab at some flesh to make a handle, using me like a toy for His pleasure. He increases His thrusts into me as I wail uncontrollably in ecstasy, my body convulsing with each powerful stroke, lost in a sea of sensation. My eyes rolled back, that little bottle placed to my nostril, and I huff like it's my last breath; the scent of His cologne and my own musk filling my nostrils. "Oh My God uhhhhh, FUCK ME." master makes good use of me, my legs flailing about like a floundering fish, completely at His mercy. My ass spasms with each withdrawal, clenching tightly around His cock, trying to keep Him inside, never wanting this to end. "Oh my God, sir, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," and then I hear master say, "Here's my load, faggot." "Ughh," my ass and His cock rhythmically spasming in harmony as I explode all over master’s face and chest, my cum mixing with His sweat, a sticky mess of our combined lust. He says, "Yum. Tastes like faggot to me," as He licks His lips, savoring the taste of my release, a trophy of His conquest. After a complete draining of His balls, the emptiness He leaves by His withdrawal is blatantly obvious; for I am in bliss, my hole gaping and aching from the intense fucking, feeling utterly used and satisfied. He kisses me and says, "Happy birthday, faggot." Unable to move, I remain where I am, euphoric with a tingling sensation throughout my body, my nerves still tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. I am truly a happily used faggot, marked and claimed by my master, forever changed by this encounter for I have been cunted. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 12:09 AM harry’s mentor orders him to one of the padded logs; from behind he offers harry a sniff of that bottle as his leash is reattached, and then proceeds to mount him for all to see. harry whimpers in pleasure as he maintains the number one position. With each thrust; we see him deepening his surrender to the cock inside him, his body quivering with each powerful stroke. His ass jutting out, back arched, and arms extended, offering his face for others to witness, a picture of pure submission and desire. arthur is placed beside harry and mounted like his boyfriend. The two holding hands, enjoying their holes being slowly fucked on display for everyone, their moans and gasps filling the air, a symphony of pleasure and pain. Then danny and I are placed in front of them, fed the bottle, and mounted as well. The four of us, best friends since childhood, now united in our shared depravity and lust. All watch unknown masked men use each other's bodies for their pleasure and an audience stroking their cocks to our lustful submission, their eyes hungry with desire as they await their turn. Looking into each other's eyes, we see something in each other that we've never noticed before. My friends are absolute degenerate faggots, and so am I. We are nothing but total sluts, allowing unknown masked men to have us without shame, our bodies mere vessels for their pleasure. We watch over each other as one man finishes inside one of us and is then quickly replaced by another who awaits their turn, our holes stretched and used, filled with their seed. We yell, "FUCK me sir, fuck my hole sir, cum in my faggot hole sir, breed me sir, I need your cum sir." We're all competing with each other to become the most depraved version of our faggot selves, our bodies aching and sore from the relentless pounding. After all of my new found brothers have successfully bred us, our holes now flooded with their cum, our asses used and stretched beyond our understanding, feeling utterly both ruined and satisfied. I feel my brothers cum slowly oozing out. Little by little, no matter how hard I try to keep it inside, I can't. I see it in my friends' faces they are clenching just as I am, our bodies betraying us, wanting to keep those precious loads inside. We don't want the cum to stay in us; we NEED THE CUM TO STAY IN US. Compelled by an unknown force, I found myself drawn to danny's rear, an insatiable urge to taste the forbidden driving me forward. I began to suck on his cum-filled hole, my tongue probing and exploring every crevice with a fervor that surprised even myself. The mix of flavors was intoxicating, a heady blend of our brothers' essence and the musk of his body, a potent cocktail that fueled my hunger. I could feel danny's ass clenching around my tongue, his body desperate to hold onto the precious nectar inside him. But I was relentless, driven by a primal need to savor every last drop. As I sucked and licked, I felt danny's hands on my body, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh. Our moans mingled, a symphony of pleasure and desperation. We were both on the edge, our bodies trembling with the effort of holding back the inevitable. I broke away briefly, my breath ragged, and looked right into danny's eyes. They were wild with desire, mirrored by my own. We fell to the ground, our bodies entwined, limbs tangled in a frenzy of need. Our hands roamed, exploring each other's asses, fingers probing and stretching, preparing for the onslaught of our tongues. On the ground, we sixty-nined with a ferocity that belied our exhaustion, our tongues diving deep, seeking out every last drop of cum. The taste was overwhelming, a heady mix of salt and musk, a reminder of the primal acts that had brought us to this point. We licked and sucked, our tongues working in tandem, determined to savor every bit of our brothers' essence. Arthur and Harry, inspired by our fervor, joined us on the ground, their bodies pressing against ours as we formed a tangled, writhing mass of flesh and desire. The lawn was filled with the wet sounds of our tongues and the occasional moan of pleasure, a symphony of our shared lust and submission. Our hands roamed freely, forcing each other's asses open, allowing our tongues to penetrate deeper, to taste the very essence of our brothers. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain, as our bodies betrayed us, craving more even as they were pushed to the brink. The world outside faded away, leaving only the here and now, the shared experience that had bonded us in a way no words could describe. Our bodies ached with the intensity of our acts, but the pleasure was worth every moment of discomfort. We were lost in a world of pure sensation, our minds and bodies forever changed by the experience. Saturday, June 26, 1993, 02:27 AM Unaware of anything but the taste and texture of danny's freshly fucked-out hole. The fire has dimmed to a flicker, the only light coming is from the moon casting an eerie glow on our entwined bodies. The tables cleared, and the area picked up, the remnants of our lustful encounter scattered about; a testament to our shared depravity. Our mentors collect us one by one, tugging at our leashes, and walk us inside the house to our assigned quarters, our bodies aching and sore, but content and satisfied with this evening. When we get inside, my mentor says, "Aren't you a filthy faggot, huh, boy?" Looking down at myself, I see I'm covered in dirt and grass adhered to my body from dried cum and slobber, my skin sticky and smeared with the evidence of our lustful encounter. My knees are stained green, as is my side, the grass and earth clinging to my sweat-slick skin. My Mentor walks me into the shower, commanding me to hold my hands up as the Omega scrubs me down thoroughly, his rough hands and abrasive cloth removing the layers of grime and cum, revealing the raw, used flesh beneath. My Mentor unleashes me and says, "Now scrub the Omega, then the Beta, the Alpha, and finally my mentor with his defining treasure trail." I've tasted and explored every inch of their bodies before, but now only with my hands, my fingers tracing the contours of their muscles and the curves of their asses, remembering the taste and feel of them. As I clean them, I can't help but give myself another taste here and there, my tongue darting out to lick at a particularly enticing spot, savoring the last remnants of our shared lust. All that goodness going down the drain, what a waste, I think to myself, a pang of regret washing over me as I watch the evidence of our pleasure disappear. I dry them off like my parents did when I was a child; with tender loving care, my hands gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the rough handling we've endured. Afterwards, my mentor hops into the bed and commands me to join him, his eyes heavy with lust and satisfaction, a promise of more to come. He holds my boyish body with an embrace and says, "faggot bindel, you are one of my boys now, and no harm will ever come to you." We are a pack, the five of us that is; a family of faggots, bound by our shared lust and submission. I curl up on my mentor, feeling my pack brothers' flesh around me, like a dog, I am comforted by the warmth and their embrace, their bodies a haven of safety and pleasure. I pass out snuggled in their arms, feeling safe and at peace in this world, my body sated and content, ready to face whatever tomorrow may bring, together with my pack, my family, my brothers in arms and in lust.

Interesting topic. I'm a whore and love the pain and the pleasure I am used for. My bf has started giving me Viagra. Now, I'm nineteen and have no need for it, but I'm also a bottom who hates getting fucked after cumming. This is how it usually goes. He gives me a pill , cock ring and puts me on my shoulders staring up at my cock and jerks my first load on my face. Then he lets whoever is there fuck me HARD while he or someone else keeps jerking. Both are uncomfortable. The pills keep me hard and the fucking keeps me cumming three or four times and then I'm literally shooting painful blanks. It's awful. By the end my cock is literally swollen to two or three times normal size. After the scary first time when it was so swollen that we couldn't get the ring off, we switched to rubber ones that can be cut off. I enjoy the thought of it, thinking of it after, but it's just pain during. Do I love it? Who knows, but they do and that's what I'm here for.

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.

Dan woke up in his dimly lit apartment, the sunlight filtering through the blinds casting long shadows across the room. His body felt heavy, weighed down by a fever that had been lingering for days. A throbbing headache pulsed behind his eyes, and fatigue clung to him like a second skin. He reached for his phone, his fingers trembling as he typed out a message to Jason. "Hey, I’m feeling worse. Fever, headache, fatigue. Could this be… you know?" The response came quickly, Jason’s casual tone belying the gravity of the situation. "Might be. I’ll come over and check you out. Stay put." Less than an hour later, there was a knock at the door. Dan dragged himself up, his body protesting every movement. He opened the door to find Jason standing there, his athletic frame filling the doorway, his brown eyes assessing Dan with a mixture of concern and something darker, something Dan couldn’t quite place. “You look like shit,” Jason said bluntly, stepping inside. “Let’s see what’s going on.” Dan sat on the edge of the bed, his body trembling with a mix of illness and anticipation. Jason knelt in front of him, his hands gently probing Dan’s lymph nodes, his touch clinical yet intimate. “Based on what you’ve told me, it’s possible,” Jason said, his voice low. “But I’d be more certain if I could… get a better look inside.” Dan’s heart raced. He knew what Jason was suggesting, and despite feeling like death, a heat stirred in his groin. “What do you mean?” Jason’s eyes locked onto Dan’s, his expression unreadable. “Your hole. If it’s as hot as I think it is, it’ll confirm my suspicion.” Dan swallowed hard, his mind racing. He was sick, vulnerable, and yet the idea of Jason’s cock inside him was undeniably arousing. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Jason nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Good boy. Keep using the poppers. It’ll help.” Dan reached for the bottle of poppers on the nightstand, inhaling deeply as Jason moved behind him. He felt Jason’s hands on his hips, guiding him to his knees, his ass exposed. The room spun slightly, but the poppers sharpened his senses, heightening his awareness of Jason’s presence behind him. “Relax,” Jason murmured, his breath warm against Dan’s ear. “This won’t take long.” Dan felt Jason’s fingers press against his hole, slick with lube, slowly pushing inside. He gasped, his body tense but yielding. Jason’s touch was firm yet gentle, preparing him with deliberate care. “You’re tight,” Jason remarked, his voice thick with desire. “But you’ll take it. Won’t you?” Dan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. “Yes.” Jason stepped back momentarily, the sound of a lube bottle being opened echoing in the quiet room. Dan felt Jason’s hands on his hips again, guiding him into position. Then, he felt the head of Jason’s cock press against his entrance, thick and insistent. “Ready?” Jason asked, his voice a low growl. “Yes,” Dan whispered, his body aching with need. Jason thrust forward, his cock sliding inside Dan’s hole with a slow, deliberate motion. Dan moaned, the sensation overwhelming—a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers through his body. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Jason groaned, his voice strained. “Just like I thought.” Dan felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. Jason began to move, his thrusts gentle but insistent, his cock filling Dan completely. “This confirms it,” Jason said, his breath hot against Dan’s neck. “You’re converting. And I’m gonna make sure you feel it.” Dan’s mind fogged with arousal, his body responding despite his illness. He felt Jason’s cock thrust deeper, the heat in his hole intensifying with every movement. “Fuck, Jason,” Dan gasped, his voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take much more.” “Just a little longer,” Jason murmured, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Let me feel you take it all.” Dan clenched his fists, his body arching slightly as Jason’s cock drove into him. He felt Jason’s breath quicken, his movements becoming more frantic. “Gonna cum,” Jason groaned, his voice raw. “Gonna fill you up, boy.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jason’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jason whispered, pulling out slowly. “Now rest. You need it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jason’s hand on his shoulder, a brief moment of tenderness before Jason left the room. When Dan woke again, the sunlight had shifted, casting the room in a softer glow. He felt a presence beside him and turned to see Jimmy sitting on the edge of the bed, his green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. “Welcome to the club,” Jimmy said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Congratulations on your conversion.” Dan’s heart raced as he processed Jimmy’s words. “You… you knew?” Jimmy smirked. “Of course. Jason and I don’t keep secrets from each other. Especially not about this.” Dan felt a surge of arousal, his body responding despite his exhaustion. “Jimmy… I want you to… to cum in my poz hole.” Jimmy’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. “Gladly.” Jimmy moved swiftly, his hands guiding Dan back onto his knees. Dan felt Jimmy’s cock press against his hole, thick and insistent, and he gasped as it slid inside. “You’re still hot,” Jimmy remarked, his voice thick with lust. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dan moaned, his body arching slightly as Jimmy began to thrust, his cock filling him completely. “Fuck, Jimmy,” Dan gasped, his voice hoarse. “Harder.” Jimmy complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his cock driving into Dan’s hole with relentless intensity. Dan felt his body respond, his hole clenching around Jimmy’s cock, milking it for every drop. “Gonna cum,” Jimmy groaned, his voice strained. “Gonna mark you as mine.” Dan’s eyes widened as he felt Jimmy’s cock twitch inside him, hot streams of cum flooding his hole. He moaned, his body trembling with the force of it, the sensation overwhelming. “Good boy,” Jimmy whispered, pulling out slowly. “You’ve earned it.” Dan collapsed onto the bed, his body spent, his mind reeling. He felt Jimmy’s hand on his back, a brief moment of connection before Jimmy stood and left the room. Lying there, Dan felt the weight of the moment settle over him. The lines between desire, risk, and consequence had blurred, leaving him with more questions than answers. He closed his eyes, the warmth of Jimmy’s cum still pooling inside him, and let the silence envelop him. What had he become? And was it what he truly wanted? The answers would have to wait. For now, he was content to drift, his body heavy, his mind adrift in a sea of uncertainty and desire.

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.

In the weeks that followed, Dan was no longer elusive. He hooked up with each of Jimmy and Jason from time to time. Each time he seemed closer to raising the subject of HIV again, but never quite getting there. Neither Jimmy nor Jason pushed the subject for the time being. One weekend afternoon after a three way among them, in which each of Jimmy and Jason had unloaded deep inside Dan, the air in the apartment was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung between the three men like a promise. Dan, his body still humming from the earlier encounter, sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes darting between Jason and Jimmy. The weight of their gaze was both comforting and unnerving, as if they could see straight through to the core of his being. "You've been holding back, Dan," Jason said, his voice low and steady, a contrast to the raw, animalistic sounds he'd made earlier. "We know there's more to you than what you've shown us." Jimmy, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, leaned against the wall, his muscular frame relaxed yet commanding. "We want to help you explore those desires, Dan. The ones you're too afraid to voice." Dan's heart raced, his breath quickening at their words. He knew they were right; there was a part of him that craved something more, something darker and more [banned word]. But the fear of judgment, of rejection, had always held him back. "We've got a fuck friend joining us tomorrow night," Jason continued, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Someone who's walked a similar path. You want to join? He might show you just how liberating it can be to embrace your true desires." This somehow turned Dan on more than his qualms could restrain. "Yeah... okay," he said. Jimmy smiled and said, "come by around 9:30. This is going to be a lot of fun." "So good," Jason agreed, "real fucking good." Dan made his way home embroiled in his inner conflict. But he tried to convince himself that so long as he stayed on his PrEP, he wasn't really playing with fire. It was just vicariously living out his fantasy life. The next night he ended up showing up a little early. Jason and Jimmy were already naked and stroking each other to porn when he arrived. He slipped off his clothes and joined them on the couch, alternating sucking Jason's cut cock and Jimmy's uncut one while they waited for the fourth. The sound of the front door opening signaled the arrival of this mysterious friend. In walked Craig, a towering figure with a godlike physique that screamed power. His presence filled the room, a heady mix of raw masculinity and unapologetic desire. "Craig, this is Dan," Jason introduced, his voice laced with pride. "He's been... hesitant to fully embrace our lifestyle. We thought you might be able to show him the way." Craig's eyes, dark and intense, locked onto Dan's, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I'll do what I can, but as I can attest he's already in the best of hands with you two." As Craig spoke, he began to undress, his movements deliberate and sensual. His body was a work of art, every muscle defined, every inch a testament to his dedication to the lifestyle. He was tan all over, clearly having nude sunbathing. A biohazard tat was etched between his massive traps. Dan felt his mouth go dry, his body responding to the raw, unapologetic display of masculinity. "You see, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft but commanding, "Craig here is living proof that embracing your desires can be the most liberating thing you'll ever do. He's a poz slut, and he loves every minute of it." Dan's eyes widened at the term, his mind racing with the implications. He'd heard whispers of this world, of men who sought out the virus, who craved the raw, unprotected intimacy that came with it. But to hear it spoken so boldly, so proudly, was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Come on, Dan," Jason urged, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's shoulder. "Let go of your fears. Let us show you what it means to truly live." As if in a trance, Dan allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, his body moving closer to Craig's. The air crackled with electricity as the four men stood in a circle, their desires intertwining, their boundaries blurring. Craig stepped forward, his hand reaching out to grasp Dan's chin, tilting his head back. "You want this, don't you, Dan? You want to feel what it's like to be truly free." Dan's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "I... I don't know. I mean, I've thought about it, but..." "But what?" Jason interrupted, his voice sharp. "You're afraid of what others might think? Of what it might mean for your future?" Dan nodded, his eyes downcast, ashamed of his hesitation. "Fuck what others think," Jimmy said, his voice like a whip. "This is about you, about what you want. And we're here to give it to you." "Get Craig's pussy wet while I eat you out Dan," Jason commanded. Craig and Dan got on their hands and knees in a line on the sectional, Jimmy taking up position to have Craig suck his cock, while Jason leaned over and spread Dan's cheeks apart, starting to lick and nibble at his hole. Dan used one hand to pull apart Craig's ass cheeks, marveling at his wide and slightly puffy asslips. Craig already smelled like sex. As Dan started working his tongue into Craig's easily yielding hole he found within the unmistakable taste of cum. "Did Craig leave any presents up there for you Dan?" Jimmy asked. "Yeah," Dan said pulling his tongue out for a moment, "there's cum up his hole." "Such a good slut," Jimmy murmured to Craig. Dan was getting intoxicated by the experience all while Jason worked him open with his fingers and tongue, working in some lube. "Time to fuck," Jason commanded, "Dan, lie on your back with your feet on my shoulders and Craig you get on top and present that hole to Jimmy." Dan did as he was told, Jason putting a throw pillow under his ass to get a better angle. Craig's big firm balls were resting on his nose and mouth, his shaft on Dan's chin. Dan was staring at the beauty of Jimmy's big uncut cock working itself into Craig's cumlubed hole as Jason started working his own cock into Dan's. He started to tongue Craig's balls from time to time. "Nice," Craig said, "you want me to suck you Dan?" Dan declined, afraid he'd cum too soon. "Such a fine poz pussy," Jimmy growled as he started long dicking Craig in earnest, "so fucking fine." The musk these men were giving off was driving Dan wild. Jason was pushing ever deeper into him, holding his head right in his second hole. "Time to switch," Jason said. As Jimmy pulled his cockhead out of Craig's hole, some of the cum of Craig's earlier trick (or tricks, Dan wondered) dripped onto Dan's forehead. Jason saw what had happened as he assumed the position behind Craig's ass, scooped up the cum and fed it into Dan's lips. Holy fuck, Dan thought to himself as Jason raised Dan's feet over his shoulders and started pushing his now cumslicked cock into Dan's hole, I'm a fucking pig and I love this. Jason and Jimmy started picking up the pace of their fucking. "Getting close man," Jason told Jimmy. "Me too," Jimmy replied. "Recharge my fucking hole," Craig grunted, his ass meeting Jason's cock thrust for thrust, clearly trying to milk out the cum, Dan staring at this sight while leaking precum out of his hard as hell cock. "Poz me," Dan whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Make me a fucking poz slut." Jimmy's eyes flashed with triumph as he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into Dan's body. Dan cried out, his voice a mix of pain and pleasure, as Jimmy began to move, his hips snapping with primal urgency. Jason moaned in sync with Jimmy and Dan watch the pulsation of his cock, knowing his cum was shooting into Craig. This tipped him over the edge and he started to shoot. Then Jimmy buried his cock deep and Dan felt the familiar heat and throbbing of Jimmy's eruption in his ass. "Clean us off gents," Jimmy said after they'd all caught their breath. Craig crawled forward as Jason took his cum covered cock out of Craig's ass and put it in Dan's mouth. After Jason pulled his cock out of Dan's mouth, Dan leaned his head up to clean the rest of the cum off Craig's taint. Craig meanwhile licked the cum off Dan's cock and then made out with his hole. As the four men lay panting, their bodies glistening with sweat, Dan felt a sense of peace wash over him. He'd crossed a line, embraced a part of himself he'd long denied. And as he looked into Jason and Jimmy's eyes, he saw not judgment, but pride. "You did good, Dan," Jimmy said, his voice soft. "You gave voice to what you wanted." Dan smiled, his body still humming with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I did, didn't I?" Craig, his body still entwined with Dan's, leaned in, his voice low. "We all have our demons, Dan. But when you embrace them, when you let them consume you, that's when you truly start living." As the four men disentangled, Dan felt a sense of camaraderie, of shared experience. He knew that this was just the beginning, that his journey into this world was far from over. "Think about it, Dan," Jimmy said, his hand resting on Dan's shoulder. "If you want to take the next step, we'd love to help you out." Dan nodded, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew that this offer was both a gift and a challenge, a chance to fully embrace the lifestyle that Jason and Jimmy promoted. As he stood, his body still trembling, Dan's eyes met Jason's, and he saw a spark of recognition, of understanding. He knew that whatever decision he made, whatever path he chose, Jason and Jimmy would be there, guiding him, pushing him to explore the darkest, most [banned word] corners of his desires. And as he left the apartment, the weight of their offer still lingering in the air, Dan knew that his life would never be the same. The transformation had begun, and there was no turning back.

PART 4 “Wait a second,” Jason said, growing suddenly serious. “Before we get this kid slammed up and pozzed deep, there are a few things we need to address.” “Yeah, bud? What’s that?” He looked down at my gym shorts. “First of all, dude, I really need you to unleash that cock. You’re about to tear through the fabric. And let’s see that hairy chest, too—get fuckin’ naked for me.” I looked down to see the outline of my dick hanging down my left thigh, straining against the shorts and leaving a visible wet spot as it drooled toxic precum. I gave Jason a cocky little smirk, then peeled off my tank top, running my hand down my stomach to pull the elastic of my shorts down past my cock and onto the floor. “Now what?” Jason wasn’t looking at my face anymore. He was transfixed by the sight of my dick, still slick with infected seed. “Well, second of all,” he said—and here I caught a demonic glint in his pitch-black pupils—“before we go to the sling room, I need to take a giant leak. Could you direct me to the nearest urinal?” Without another word, I took Conrad by the arm and laid the kid on his back. “Spread your hole, faggot,” I said, taking a moment to look into his eyes with deep affection and brotherly pride. Conrad gave me a blissed-out, boyish grin. Then he reached down to his little jockbutt, pulling it back to reveal the hole I’d seduced with Tina, penetrated raw, and pounded full of poz cum. “That’s good, bro. Fuckin’ beautiful. A little wider, please.” He dug his fingers in deeper and pulled his little cumhole wide enough that a small cascade of my poz offspring dripped onto the bedsheet. “So listen now,” I continued, “Jason and I are gonna show you something new, OK?” Conrad nodded, so incredibly eager to please—no questions asked. A true chemwhore. His eyes locked on mine again, and I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, as if to say: You’re doing great, kid. Jason rested the head of his raw cock against Conrad’s smooth, dripping boyhole. “OK, buddy,” he said to Conrad. “You ready? Here we fuckin' go.” My lil’ bro grunted approval. And then with a slow, single thrust, Jason sank his bare cockhead and veiny shaft into my boy, not stopping until his balls came to rest against the cum-trail dripping steadily from Conrad’s cunt. Jason leaned forward, pressing his dick even deeper as my lil’ bro breathed out a single word: “Yes.” Then Jason closed his eyes and concentrated on the task at hand. “Just stay perfectly still,” he said to Conrad. “Relax your hole for me, boy. There you go. Just like that. Keep it relaxed. Stay right where you are. I’m just about to—“ Before he could even finish his sentence, it happened: he let out a long, guttural moan as his mouth opened wide and his head kicked back. Then he slowly thrust his raw cock even deeper, emptying a bladder full of partypiss into my beautiful fucked-up boy. I don’t know how long it took for him to release everything he’d stored up, but one thing was clear: my lil’ bro’s guts were getting flooded. “How does that feel, Conrad?” I asked him. He shook his head slowly as if to say: No words. My dick bounced in appreciation as I watched my boy’s pupils dilate a little more with every wave of piss invading his hole. “Warm,” he finally whispered, his voice lower now, his face less boyish, like he was transforming into a man while I watched. “So fuckin’ warm.” Finally, Jason’s steady moan drifted into silence. He opened his eyes and glanced over at me. We both laughed. “I’ve been saving up that slampiss for awhile,” he said. Then his eyes closed again and he let out another primal moan. “Fuuuuuuuck—there’s a little more. A little more piss for you, kid. Jesus. Goddamn—I’m so fuckin’ glad my chems found a home. A perfect home. Right here, deep inside this eager fuckin' faggot.” Conrad just kept smiling. “I was born to be a faggot for men like you," he said with a little nod. My cock swelling with pride, I leaned over to give my boy a kiss. Then Jason let out a giant sigh. “OK, boy,” he said. “I’m gonna start pulling out, OK? Now, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to start squeezing that sweet little fuckhole for me. There you go. Squeeze it—just like that. Nice! Such a good boy. Now listen: after I pull out, I want you to keep it nice and tight, OK? We’re gonna give you a few minutes to soak up my Tina-piss.” As Jason’s cock slipped out of Conrad’s hole, I saw a single dark-gold droplet of piss escape—but that was all. Obedient as ever, my boy turned all his attention to keeping those recycled chems deep in his fuckhole, right where they belonged. “Thank you, fucker,” I said to Jason, grabbing him by the back of the head as we matched breaths in a hungry kiss. I pressed my cock against his tight stomach, then reached around to his furry hole. My fingers slipped easily inside him, enveloped in a familiar warmth and wetness. “Goddamn,” I whispered in his ear. “How many loads have you taken tonight?” “Just five,” he said with a cocky grin. “My poz Daddy has a rule: I can take as much cum as I want, but only if I share my unmedicated load with at least one boy. Preferably a negboy.” I growled. "OK, I gotta meet this poz Daddy of yours. So here's what we're gonna do: I’m gonna help this boy release the piss from his hole. Then we’re gonna meet up with you guys in the sling room. Got it?” “Got it, dude,” Jason said as he opened the door, his towel slung over his shoulder. “And hurry. I tell ya, my Daddy’s gonna fuckin’ love this kid.” “We won’t be long,” I assured him. With that, I grabbed Conrad by the arm and led him down the hall, showing him to the group shower directly across from the giant hot tub. I turned on the water, spun him around, and wrapped my arms around his torso. As we stood there under the water, I thought to myself: You think you’re high now, kid? Releasing this piss will take you to whole new level. And that’s nothing compared with what’s still to come. “OK, lil’ bro,” I said with my mouth resting against his ear, my hands brushing up and down the length of his tight little six-pack. “I’m gonna rest my cock against your hole, alright? As I start to press into you, just relax. Got it?” He nodded, and I reached down to position the head of my dick against that hungry little cunt. As I started to apply pressure, I felt his ass relax—and suddenly my cock was surrounded by a rush of warm slampiss rushing out of his hole. I thrust a little deeper, feeling a gutful of chems splashing down my legs. And then I couldn’t hold back. I began to fuck him, but only for a minute or so—just to feel his hungry hole pulse and twitch hungrily around my raw dick. As I kept fucking, the stream of slampiss slowed to a trickle. He moaned. And for the first time, with every thrust of my poz dick into my 18-year-old boy’s eager fuckhole, he began actively milking my cock. “Very good, boy,” I whispered. “You’re fuckin’ made for this. Aren’t you, lil’ bro?” “Fuck yeah, big bro,” he mumbled. This kid was totally in heat—the slampiss rushing out of his hole had taken him into the goddamn stratosphere. “I’m made for this. And I need it so bad. Your raw cock. Your amazing fat dick, deep inside my boyhole. Bareback me. Please bareback me. Please. You. Fucking. Stud.” “Listen, lil’ bro,” I said, easing off on my thrusts before resting my cock deep inside him. I looked up to see that a sizable crowd had formed around us, so I leaned in a little closer and lowered my voice. “As much as I want to breed you right now, we shouldn’t make that poz Daddy wait any longer. So get your towel, boy. It’s time for you to get slammed up.” We walked back to the room, my arm draped over his shoulder, my hand occasionally mussing his hair like an affectionate big bro. I stopped by our room for just a moment to grab my playkit—and then proceeded to the sling room. When we reached the door, I turned to Conrad, placing my hands on his cute little butt as I drew his body close to mine. “You sure you’re ready for this, lil’ bro?” “I’m ready for anything, big bro.” “Good boy. Then knock.” He looked at the door, hesitating for just a moment, then glanced back at me. I gave him a proud little nod. He grinned that boyish grin, then gave the door a solid knock. Footsteps approached. The door opened. Standing before us, naked and hard, was a man like almost no man I’d seen. He was a silver Daddy type, mid-40s maybe, with a lean and muscled chest covered with salt-and-pepper hair, a tight stomach, and a truly massive pierced cock. Best of all: right above his navel, in jet-black ink, he had a biohazard tattoo that expanded and contracted with every breath, as if pulsing with hunger. “Welcome, you fuckin’ pigs,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m Grant. And you better get in here, ‘cuz we’ve got some fuckin’ work to do.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

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Outoor breeding at cruissing area. This Sunday, after sunset, I lay on the bow by the lake with my ass up, hoping that someone would show up. After a while, one gypsy of my age came and said that I have a nice ass. He asked: "Can I fuck you?" I said "yes". "Bareback?" he asked. "Yes and you can load me if you want" I reply. After while I felt his cum inside my hole.

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

I’m only getting fucked by black guys lately. Our condo is in Fort Lauderdale and there’s not only plenty of chem cum n cock but the best black cock n fucking I’ve ever had. Yes, some of the black guys only fuck on the DL but because of that they are super hungry for white male ass and blow huge loads. Plus they’re beautiful muscular bodies pound my ass raw every time. Even my Puerto Rican husband has a black uncut dick because of African PR native blood in the family. One of the reasons I married him was his dark PR complexion and penis and getting fucked by his black and purple headed uncut penis. The last three years we’ve been in Lauderdale for the winter our bed is only stained up with BBC cum before he comes home from biz trips. If you’ve never had a black guy funk n load you up try it. You’ll be spoiled for anyone else including your BF. Btw…a photo of my husband’s PR African penis semi hard and unsheathed.

The drive over to the gifting top took forever, my mind was racing. This is the beginning of a new chapter, starting a relationship with the best bottom I have ever had. Not just an bottom, a straight boy, with a girlfriend, who loves taking cock and following orders. Whether or not we are together forever, he will always be mine in some aspect. I pull up to the house in the email and check my phone, there are two messages. One from the gifting top: "Doors open strip once you get inside unless you want your clothes torn off" One message from my boy: "Are you going to POZ me Sir?" His message worried me, will he chicken out? will i become POZ and lose my boy at the same time? i got a horrible pit in my stomach. I text him back, "Yes, i'm going to make you pregnant with a POZ load." I sat outside the top's house waiting for the reply. My phone vibrated, "Yes Sir, if you want, you already own me." That text made me hard as a rock despite the life changing event to come, "do you want me to impregnate you?" i asked. "I want you do do what ever you want with me Sir." he replied. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, a huge smile on my face, I practically floated to the front door, and entered as i took my clothes off. The front room was dim, a light was on in what appeared to be the kitchen, and music was coming from a dark room. I made my way towards the dark room, "Bend over the bed slut" a voice says from the dark room, and i do as i'm told, so strange to be on this side of the relationship. As i bend over the bed the top walks up behind me, "wheres the toothbrush, and why are you here?" "Here, and because i want you to POZ me up" "Why?" he demanded. "There's a straight bottom i've been fucking that will become gay for me if he catches anything or can't have kids," i confess. "hmm... So you want to POZ this little "straight" boy?" "Yessir" "well... When i POZ you, MY seed will be growing in you, and then this boy will be mine too, I'll POZ you on one condition." "whats the condition?' i ask nervously. "I'll let you grow my seed inside you so you can POZ him on your own, but if he doesn't take for any reason, you release his boipussy to me and my POZ friends. AND if he does become POZ with your seed, you bring your boy over here and we have a celebration night." "interesting, I like the idea" "Well do we have a deal? Am i Pozzing your NEG ass tonight?" "Yes lets do it" The top slapped my ass hard, "good slut, you email me when you get the fuck flu" "Yes Sir" With that the top shoved the toothbrush into my ass, it hurt a bit, but i was so excited to change our lives that i didn't care. This better take. He yanked the toothbrush out of my stinging ass, and shoved it into my mouth, there was a metallic taste. I'm primed to take his POZ load. "what outcome are you hoping for slut? that you POZ him up or that he is resistant to our strains and we introduce him to my friends." "Honestly he says he's mine already and can do what i want, your friends can have him POZ or not." i replied. "good, i like that, thank you for sharing, especially if he's as good as you say." In one big thrust his cock went into my hole, it stung but it also felt pretty good, i was caught by surprise and yelped. "HA, take this POZ cock you top" he said as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole all the way, really loosening my hole up, but also really wrecking my sore hole. "Beg for my POZ load like a good bottom, and then take it home to your boy." "please POZ my ass, convert me" i said over and over. "tell me why slut" "POZ me so i can convert the straight boy! POZ me and lets make him a gay POZ bottom whore" "He's already a gay bottom, but here's the POZ load delivery for his ass!" He thrust in and i felt the first strong spurt of toxic cum enter my ass, he moaned, and was breathing heavy, still clenching and releasing cum into my hole. It was quick but i was hoping for that, i much prefer to fuck my boy than be fucked by anyone. "if you don't get sick within 2 weeks, you come back here and you're staying here a weekend, got it?" "i'll let you know" i replied, standing up and grabbing my clothes from the living room floor, my ass sore and full of POZ cum. I drove home, dreaming about my life to come. I woke up the next morning with my asshole burning, the guy messed up my hole for how quick he was. After my breakfast and coffee I went to the restroom and sure enough cum came out, it felt like a cup full, it just kept coming out. My phone buzzed, "Good Morning Sir" it read from my boy. "Good morning boy" i replied. "ready for tonight?" "Yes Sir, always." His text brought a huge smile to my face. "craving cock? craving a man?" "Yes actually Sir, I'm very horny, i get crazy thoughts when i'm horny." he sent. "Oh? like what Trevor, tell your boyfriend." "Well, craving your cock, piss, and cum like usual. Do you mind if I come by and grab a bottle of piss from you?" "Aw boy I want you to, but i just pissed, i'll bring one to your work though, on one condition." "Anything Sir" "Change for the gym outside your car today in the parking structure, shirt, shorts, socks, shoes, but the jock strap stays, and wear the "ADDICTED" jock strap, everything comes off first before one article goes on." "Yes Sir, When will i get your piss?" "you'll get every bladder full today slut, just prove to me you followed orders." "Yes Sir" "Good Boy, also think of some more rules, i need more control over my slut, you're going to be gay in no time, hard for me and flaccid for her" "Yes Sir I'll email you a list tonight for approval before you come over, and honestly that excited me a bit" "Good, because you're mine" "Yes i am Sir."

I love dark backrooms! I go there to suck and get fucked, sometimes at the same time. Does not matter to me who the dick is attached to as long as their load ends up down my throat or deep in my ass.

The pig will out - part 2 When I got home, I panicked about what I'd done and the fact that I had unprotected sex with strangers I couldn't even see. I swore to keep away from that place and for a couple of weeks I was a good boy. I was very stressed in case I came down with the fuck 'flu, but after a couple of weeks it kinda receded into the background, and I found myself really horny and felt the need for sex really bad. One night, almost without thinking, I found myself in the car next to the playing field, almost as if my body needed to breed and was taking over my rational mind, even as my rational mind was saying 'Oh, you've done it once and everything is okay. You can do it again and get away with it.' I got out of the car and went over to the old public toilet. It seemed pretty quiet, but when I stepped inside it was full of bodies, and the darkness was full of the smells of sweat, piss and spunk. Immediately, hands reached for my body, grabbing the bulge in my jeans and pulling at my belt. Dry, urgent whispered voices, surrounded me as guys pulled off my tee shirt and dragged my trousers and underwear down. "Fuck, yeah, nice body," someone breathed. "Gonna get fucked tonight, boy?" whispered another, as a wet mouth engulfed my cock. I stepped out of my clothing and stood naked in the darkness, which seemed to excite the crowd of men around me, who jostled each other to suck my cock, explore my arse, and plunge their tongues into my mouth. Poppers were thrust under my nose, and in the chemical rush, two thoughts crossed my mind, first, that the guys were barely men, they were more like demons in the darkness, wanting to spread their seed and damning anyone who came into their clutches, and second, how incredibly excited I was at the extent of my depravity. "Get 'im bent over!" someone said with an evil chuckle, "Fuck the bitch." I was pulled firmly into the rear of the toilet and shoved into a cubicle. I couldn't see virtually anything, but apparently a man was already sitting on the pan and I positioned so his fat, stiffening cock was against my mouth. I felt his fingers separate my lips, and his cock slid into my mouth. Eager fingers were spreading my arse and I felt the familiar cold, slippery lube being applied. The man seated on the pan bent low and stuck a bottle of poppers under my nose, hissing "Well now, what have we here? Dirty little bitch," adding a laugh that sounded like dry leaves on a pavement. I felt hands holding me open and then the first cock began to force itself into me, the head widening my hole, and then slipping into me with a rush. I groaned as I was fucked, holding onto the thighs of the man sitting before me, while I greedily sucked on his cock. Then I heard the man in my arse grunting, and felt his cock throb as he came. He withdrew his cock roughly, and someone else's rough finger was thrust into me, who briefly explored my hole, and then excitedly asked "Oh yeah, he's wet. Who's next?" A thick, slimey cock slid up me, and a huge belly rested on my back as a fat troll got in the saddle and began to fuck my arse. After two or three minutes, his thrusts became more urgent, and then he pushed hard against me and groaned loudly as he shot his spunk into my dripping hole. Suddenly, a lighter flared as the man seated on the toilet lit a cigarette, even as I kept sucking his cock. I managed to catch a glimpse of his thin, wasted face, his sunken cheeks and the sores around the mouth. The man's eyes, however, were his most striking feature. They seemed to suggest they were as old as time and utterly pitiless in the intensity with which he bored into my soul. "Welcome to the brotherhood," he grinned, as his cock began to spurt in my mouth, adding "Dirty seed for a dirty boy!" I knew then I was lost forever....

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

Here is another hot HIV conversion story from the old bugshare site I am posting here for my bareback blog readers. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/04/conversion-story.html .......................... I was cruising at a porn shop and locked eyes with this cute boy. He was Hispanic, 5'8”, 160, with dark hair and innocent saucer eyes. He looked young—too young to be in a video arcade. He arched his brows and smiled at me. “How’s it going?” I inquired. “Okay.” “First time here?” “Yeah.” “You into guys?” Although the brevity of his replies made it difficult to read much into his comments, I was able to determine that my bluntness had taken him by surprise, but I was still encouraged: his bulging crotch belied his innocence. “Depends.” “Depends on what?” “The guy.” “Been in the back yet?” He shook his head. “Let’s get some tokens, and I’ll show you round.“ We went into the back video area. It was dark and we could hear moaning cumming from the booths—not all was soundtrack. A variety of guys loitered in the hall and insolently stared at us. I walked into to a glory hole booth and the youth followed me into the cubicle. I told him to lock the door and feed in some tokens. Scenes of engorged young boys fucking and sucking flickered across the screen. He sat close to me, so close I felt his body heat. I placed my hand upon his knee and massaged his inner thigh. His gaze was frozen to the tube, embarrassed by my wantonness. “Been with a man before?” “No” he shook his head. “Wanna try it?” “Yeah.” That was all I needed. I pulled his shirt off, kissing him on the lips and licking his nips till he was moaning. Simultaneously I undid his jeans. His hard cock jetted out below his briefs. His pants and jockeys fell to his ankles while I held poppers beneath his nose. “What's that?” “Aroma therapy—relaxes you.” He sniffed big time. You could tell how much he wanted to “RELAX.” I sat back on the bench and pulled off my clothing. His eyes popped when he spied my massive meat. “Wanna taste it?” He nodded. Gently but persuasively I pressed him down upon my rod. Another dick popped through the glory hole. “Suck It. Suck It all.” He apparently needed some inducement, so I gave him another hit of poppers. He took the cock down his hungry throat. I encouraged him, saying ”It’s okay. It’s safe in here. Mostly Bi’s and married guys. You needn’t worry.” I bent down to rim his ass. Naturally, he moaned in pleasure. I doused his crack with lube and, with some maneuvering, managed to rub my cock against his hole, slowly, very slowly pushing in. The cock on which the kid was sucking abruptly spasmed, and I was pleased to see the boy cough a bit: he had swallowed his first load. Another cock came his way. This time he showed no reticence. As his lips parted, I plowed his ass and plunged into his pussy. He groaned and twitched, but made no effort to push me out of his hole. I speared his cunt and pumped my deadly jizm into his rectal cavity. Preoccupied, he took no notice. I encouraged him to take one load of venom after another. Within an hour, he’d become a total pig. Mission accomplished, I dressed, unlatched the door, and peered out, and immediately spotted a guy with whom I had played. It was Rod, a poz black dude. I waved him in. He whipped out his infected shaft and slid into the boy. I whispered to the neophyte I had to go, and thanked him for the fuck. He groped me one more time and kept on sucking. Hunched over the bench, he took the large black poz cock up his man cunt and a dick of unknown status down his gullet. Rod stuck around to watch the action. I exited the booth, leaving the door wide open to a queue of would-be tops. A few weeks later I saw Rod at the local bath house. He mentioned in passing the youth had stayed until 3:00 A.M. and taken eight loads up the ass, and a dozen down his throat. As I made the rounds, I smiled, thinking how I would greet the young guy when I next saw him. Maybe Welcome to the club, boy!