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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.

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.

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…

It started sometime in 2008. I had always been a barebacker, hating condoms from the first time I used one. Something about the latex just didn't feel right, whether I was fucking or being fucked. Mostly being fucked. I was and still am a bottom. I sometimes topped, but only if the conditions were right and I was really in the mood. In early 2008, I met my boyfriend. I had convinced myself, after yet another STD scare, that I was going to be a good boy, use protection, and try to find a boyfriend rather than cruising dark beats and going home with cum in my ass from someone whose name I didn't even know. Outside of the bedroom, my boyfriend and I were a great match. We liked the same kind of movies, similar sense of humour, and all the rest. However, inside the bedroom I was bored out of my mind. Even after we'd been together a few months, he refused to fuck me without throwing a raincoat over his dick. He was not open to negotiation, and wouldn't give in to my "just this once" pleas, or "it's my birthday". He'd heard too many stories of people doing that and regretting it. So, I tried to get used to my new life as a condom user in a monogamous relationship. Then, I slipped up. I was walking from work to the bus stop one day and I went past a well-known beat in my city. I remembered the good old days when I used to visit at least two or three times a week. I told myself that they were just memories and I wasn't allowed to go inside, and that I needed to go to the bus stop and go home. I was still telling myself this as I walked into the public toilet block. Then I told myself I'd just look around for old times' sake. I would just see who was around, maybe watch for a bit, and then leave with my monogamy intact. But it's a public toilet, so it's weird if you just stand around watching, so I had to go over to the urinal and get my dick out. My dick that was more than half hard at this stage. I assume it recognised the surroundings and remembered how much fun this place could be. I had only been there a minute or so when i heard footsteps approaching. A guy walked up to the urinal and stood right next to me, and said "I haven't seen you in a while". It was a former regular of mine. Great dick, knew how to use it. He liked fucking me and managed to get his load inside me every time we met. I told him that I was just there to look and that I was monogamous with my boyfriend, so I really shouldn't even be there. He said we could just play with each other then, surely there's no harm in that, and my boyfriend would never know. He grabbed my dick and I took hold of his. Feeling it in my hand reminded me of how much I liked it. He was longer and thicker than my boyfriend and it felt so hot to touch it again. He said that we should move into the bigger cubicle. This toilet block had a large open trough style urinal and 3 cubicles, one of which was larger to accommodate people with mobility issues. It was in the corner and more private. He said that it would be safer in there because we wouldn't be seen, and then no one would know I'd been there. It seemed sensible to me. I didn't want to get caught, and I did want to keep holding and playing with his cock. Once in the cubicle, he whispered in my ear how nice it used to feel when I used to take his cock in my mouth. I said that it would be wrong, and he pointed out that we were in a cubicle together, with our cocks out, and a light bit of sucking isn't really much more anyway. I was horny, and I guess I didn't really need much convincing, so I bent over and sucked his cock. It tasted delicious, his cock feels so good inside my mouth. While I was bent over sucking him, he loosened my belt and lowered my trousers and underwear. I looked at him, and said that I really wouldn't be able to let him fuck me, that would definitely be crossing the line. He said he wouldn't, just that he had better access to my dick and could finger my ass and make me feel good. It did feel good, so I let him do it. I was sucking him, he was wanking me and his fingers were playing with my hole. I hadn't felt this horny or hot in months. He stood me up and turned me around so that he was hugging me. He said he wanted to hold me like that for a bit. He continued playing with my cock, and his cock was pushing against my ass. I said again that we couldn't fuck because that would be cheating. He replied "do you remember how good it felt when I was inside you?" I said "Yes, it was amazing, but I'm not allowed to do it anymore". He said "If you were allowed, would you let my cock in your ass?" "Yes, of course" I replied "So you do want me in there, don't you?" "Yes, but I really shouldn't" With that, he pushed a bit harder and with the combination of sweat, spit, and precum, his cock found its target and he was inside me again. The feeling was indescribable. This is what I'd been missing. A big raw cock thrusting in my hole. I was in heaven. I snapped out of it and said "We can't do this. I'm not allowed, and you're not wearing a condom". He said "I'm only doing what you want me to do. This is what you want, isn't it?" "Yes, but " "No buts. You want this, and I can tell that you need this. I won't tell your boyfriend. We've gone this far now anyway, you're enjoying it and I'm enjoying it. We may as well continue". The pleasure of him fucking me overruled any inhibitions I had at that stage so I let him continue. He continued to fuck me and jerk me off. This was the best sex I'd had in months. All too soon my balls drew up and my cum shot across the cubicle and painted the opposite wall. Moments later, faster thrusts, heavy breaths, and a final grunt told me that he's just painted the inside of my ass. He pulled out, we cleaned up, and left the toilet block. I went to the bus and went home with his load inside me. I felt guilty and promised myself that it was a once-off and I'd never go back to that spot. It was a momentary lapse of judgement and I promised myself that I'd be monogamous again.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

I usually pre-lube with a base layer of Vaseline and then add a bit of ky jelly. But after that, the best lube is spit, but not just any spit. You want that thick ropey deepthroat spit. That stuff stays slippery a long time. And then once the first load is in, that’s when the real fucking can start.

@Pozzible as privately discussed, The discrepancy here is you were referencing coalitions yesterday. So on same page now. Re: motives... but if there were strong motives, we would have that today. We don't. And nothing legal or technical prevents it. Nothing. And many districts and Senate elections have other parties run, as well as independents. But our system, in trying to avoid the populism that type of government creates, was setup for checks and balances. So, the Prime Minister is not head of state... we have a President. Our effective PM is #3, the Speaker of the House. And the House and President (as well as Senate) have different terms to limit temporary political moments from breaking balance. Also, contrary to UK parliamentary procedure, our system doesn't allow a minority government -- a Speaker needs 50%+ of member vote for the role. So, if we did break into many factions -- again, fully possible today -- then informal coalition-building could happen. I have no idea what happens if no one passes that threshold. I don't think the elected Speaker must be a sitting member of the House either, but not 100% certain on that. And we do have factions, kinda. There's only one cross-party caucus I know of today, Problem Solvers. Otherwise many others exist within parties, even though some claim to be unaligned.

You’re a really good faggot, congrats to your bf who is really teaching you how to offer pleasure to real men. The more experience you gain, the more you realize what your role in life is and how primal and sacred it is for a faggot to be able to squeeze as many loads as possible out of a man. What you want or wish for doesn’t matter AT ALL. All that matters is how much pleasure you can offer with your body.

I think of that park as a rest stop on my way to a friend's place in East midtown.

My current collection... the black one at the far right is still not conquered, but after that I need an upgrade... sadly, some of them have just become to small to fill me up.

Went to Lab.oratory in Berlin, the notorious sex club like no other. Long queue to enter venue, a disused Soviet power plant. Interior was amazing. Very industrial, designed for easy sex. Several slings and fuck platforms in front of the bar. Lots of other slings, large fuck tables elsewhere. Many less public darker areas. No totally private rooms. An area one can piss on the metal grid floor, receivers in the lower area taking all the golden showers. Good way to sell more beer! Toilets, absolutely filthy but super functional. Douches in all the cubicles. Large vat pumps of decent quality lubes everywhere. Kitchen-type paper easy reach. Not a single condom in sight. The pig which I am, was bending down many times at one of the large benches with other subs receiving endless cocks. Cock count - lots, wasn’t counting. Being a fisting night, received at least 5 satisfying fistings and fisted many more. Load count don’t know but at least one which I was aware, a tall blonde German who saw me receiving cocks and fists on the communal bench took me to a less busy area, he wanted me to look into his eyes as he bred me rough with his thick cock. I unloaded as he continued to dick his load in me. Finished with lots of kissing and cuddles. So rough and yet so tender. There were fucking and fisting everywhere. Nothing like having a drink in the bar surrounded by all the slings and fuck platforms in full swing. Music not too loud you can’t hear all the moaning. With no shower facilities, got back to my hotel early morning full of sex and men smell. Went to bed unwashed. Heaven. Luv to return.

I m around 3000. Its not alot but i think its a good amount for now and its not over

If you don't want a top to breed you, don't fuck raw. Taking raw cock is for breeding, there should be no exceptions.

Definitely 100% rutting your hole deep and unloading as deep as I can - like it or not it's going balls deep. And fucking it in you for a good bit after too!

These are my favourite toys. Three of these can be inserted fully or almost fully (the hand shaped 2/3-3/4). I really love to play with the lowest. It was challenging very long time, but now I can be fucked quite easily. The current challenge is the other plug (the second from the bottom). Last time I could manage 80-90% of it into. But I work on inserting it fully.

There’s absolutely no way I won’t take my pleasure from the faggot. That’s it. Matter of fact I’m not interested in gay men or bottoms. I’m only interested in faggots. As implied, fags know their place. They know very well that when I man goes inside them is to USE THEM as a tool for our pleasure. What the fag wants is not only not relevant, it’s absurd that they present any wishes at all. What a Dom wants is the rule. And I for one, do not ask if can breed. I simply do it. It’s MY DIVINE RIGHT as an Alpha to breed faggots, and it is A FAG’s duty to offer his holes for my pleasure. If I ever encounter one who would ask that I pull out before shooting my precious male seed inside him, I would probably punch him. And as a good fag, he would quietly take my punches and would probably end up receiving my load any way. And THAT is why I only use and date and live with faggots. Not gay men.

Part 14 I'm sitting all alone in the breakfast room, eating. Leroy left, and my mind is still thinking of a thousand things. Slowly, I sip on my coffee. After a while, I'm all done and start to walk out. Walking in the hallway, until in my mind I bump into someone. Damn . Did you not see me? I say out loud and a bit mad. I look up to see who it is. Fuck ... it's Mark, my date and crush. He just came out of the bathroom . "Hi there, Jake, it's just me. " Mark says to me "Guess this means I need to offer you a drink then to make it up to you," he laughs. I can only swallow. Damn, what luck this is... I just really ran into my crush, and he wants a drink with me. "Oh, okay, okay," I stammer and walk with him to the bar. Damn, here I am with Mark again... I should ask him. Should I? About his tattoo, about his status, is he positive , on meds, or just none of all? It might be very weird ... and he just came out of the bathroom. That's also not really the timing, is it? And it will ruin the drink, doesn't it? Maybe I can ask in a while or so, or over a few days? I don't know... As other guys are around us, this feels more private... so not now, I guess. Mark orders me a drink while we hang at the bar. "You really look cute again," he says to me. I can only blush. He is damn sexy again. His shirt is a bit dirty, though , like it has been on the floor or something. He takes the drink from the bartender and gives it to me. I sip . Damn , it's strong... "So what have you been up to, Jake ?" he asks me. I'm not sure I should really tell him everything about the roulette game. I don't want him to get jealous . I really like Mark , and I want him to be into me, so I make something up. "I had a swim day, walked through the park, relaxed, etc. And you?" I ask him. Mark laughs. "Well, I just dreamt about you. I missed you," while he grabs my ass and pulls me to him. I can't deny I missed him; I missed his tender love and hard fucking. I can feel my hole tingling again. So I kiss him, just a short kiss. "I missed you too," I tell him. "Did you train in the hotel gym? Looks like the holiday did you some good." Mark just laughs it away. "I did some exercises, but not in the gym here, Jake." He again squeezes my ass. I guess he meant our fuck? Is he? I can feel a boner pressing against my upper leg from him. He does not even try to hide it from me; he just pushes it even harder against me. Fuck . Should I ask now? I do like having him in me again, or am I ruining it then? I wonder... "You feel hard again," I stumble to say to Mark . "Well , Jake , that's because of you," he laughs. "You could help me with it." He grabs my hand and pushes it against his boner. I can feel his other hand slide into my pants, right here at the bar. I can only blush. Fuck , right here in public? But it does feel good with Mark here. "If you want, Jake , you can have a ride..." "Fuck... yeah... please," I whisper . "But I do need to ask you something first." Mark shuts my mouth. "If you want it, we have to be quick; I need to participate in a VIP meeting." So I have only like 15 or 20 minutes . What should I do ? Ask him... but Mark has no time; he has to be on time. Or... should I just go with him? We did fuck before... So what increased risk should I have? I guess none, so it's okay. I'll ask him later. "Okay, let's go," I say to Mark. I drink my glass empty really fast while we head out. We walk fast, and I'm not sure where to. Mark opens a door and quickly pushes me inside. I look around me... we are in the laundry room. "What ..." I want to say to Mark, but I won't let myself speak. He starts to kiss me intensely and is opening my pants in the meantime. He pulls them down together with my underwear, and one hand is gripping my cock and balls, and his other is on my ass. I'm instantly hard and horny. I get my shirt off, and before I really know it, I'm all naked in the laundry room, getting his pants open too. His cock just jumps out for freedom, and I immediately get on my knees and start to suck him. It's almost as if I taste ass from his cock, some hole he fucked. But that can't be; maybe it is just my mind, or it's me I'm tasting still. Mark gets his shirt off too, and I see his biohazard tattoo again. I still need to ask, but before I can do anything, his hands grab the back of my head and start to push my mouth deeper over his cock. Mark is taking the lead again. I have no choice, so I swallow him deep in my throat . My eyes start to water, my chin against his big balls and my lips pressing against his body. His cock is all the way in my throat, and he leaves it there for a few seconds. I start to gag and swallow on him while I look up. I can see his muscular belly, his chest with his biohazard tattoo and nipples sticking out, his face and a damn hot smile. He loves this. I can see him full of pleasure from having his cock deep in my throat . Then he pulls back, so I can breathe, and shoves it back in my mouth. He's fucking my mouth. I'm getting really hard myself from this, seeing how much joy it brings him by fucking my throat . Gag and spit are running out of my mouth to the floor. My eyes are red and full of tears. After some minutes, he lets me go and pulls me back up. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth and our tongues wrestling with each other . He pulls me deep against him. I feel his whole body pressing against me. My knees get weak. I want Mark again, whatever it takes... "Fuck me," I ask him, whispering to him. "Get on the floor," he smirks at me, so as quickly as I can, I lower myself down, waiting for what is coming . When I sit down, I notice I'm surrounded by sheets and towels on the floor. They might be dirty or clean, but I don't care at all. My eyes are only on Mark now. Mark lowers with me, grabs my legs, and pushes them towards him, placing himself in the middle of both my legs. I feel a pair of fingers going through my ass and hole, rediscovering my sphincter, pushing in slowly. "Fuck," I moan as his fingers enter me. My hole reacts instantly; it tickles so good, it craves it. I know what that hole wants, Mark whispers . Your hole is so tight and wet again, Jake... Your hole is made to be fucked .... Meanwhile, he keeps fingering me and sometimes touches my prostate. He takes his fingers out and gets his cock against my sphincter. I can feel his wet, big cockhead pressing. My hole needs it indeed; I can feel it tickle…the craving for him inside me... But my eyes catch his biohazard tattoo again. I need to ask him... Mark... I want to ask... and Mark kisses me again, shutting my mouth. My tongue and his wrestle with each other . He can kiss damn good. And then I feel his cock enter me, just the tip, but enough to open me up for a bit. Fuckkkk . Yummmmmm . His cock in me, pressure on my insides. It feels so damn good, but Mark leaves it there, not going in all the way. He just starts to make small pounding movements, leaving me in heat and wanting more. I let soft moans come out of my mouth while we kiss. This is so hot, dam... I put my legs around him, offering my open hole to him. Lying on my back, having Mark half over me, intense kissing. But Mark still does not pound it all the way in. I need it.... I want it... My hands grip Mark's ass. I hold it tight . This might hurt, but this is what I crave, I think to myself. Then I pull his ass hard to me, really hard. In just a few seconds, I can hear the slamming sound of Mark thrusting hard against my ass. His cock shoots up into my hole, deep, rough, painful, and full of excitement. I feel his cock ram up against and through my second hole. It burns like hell. I let out a scream, but I hold him there-deep inside me-while I have a huge urge to push him out. But I don't . I hear Mark moan from excitement; his cock is swelling up. Shit ... shit... he is moaning. Damn . You just pushed me over the edge, Mark moans. I'm cumming already. Fuckkk ... I can feel him shoot a load in me, a warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. Load after load. A feeling my hole wants to feel. So I grab his ass tight so he can’t pull out. But my mind is in a fight. He is filling me up again , and I don't know if he is indeed poz. Mark ... thank you, I moan. Damn. You feel good in me. Again, I want to ask him. I need to know, even when I'm now too late.. . Mark, are you... but again he kisses me and starts to pound me hard. Fuckkk . Damn . I feel his cock deep in me, pounding my insides, ripping me open. Mark moans, "It's not done yet, boy; I have more for you...” Mark starts to pound me in heat, his balls tight and slapping against my hole. Fuck ... damn . This is good... I moan out loud . I love this... ouch, it hurts... don't stop, Mark, please ... The heat in me takes the upper hand. My hands are still on his ass, encouraging him to pound me deeper and deeper. My back starts to hurt from the pounding and movement on the ground, but I don't want him to stop. I moan out loudly , so I guess it should be heard even outside the room. My own cock starts to leak with pre-cum while Mark is fucking me roughly . He is pounding his cum load deeper and deeper in me, rubbing it deeper up in my hole and into the walls of my hole, so my body can soak his cum into me. Mark then pulls his cock out of me and stands up. "Suck me..." he commands. As fast as I can, I turn around and grab his cock. It is all slimy, mixed with my ass juice, his cum, and some blood parts. It looks so fucking hot, and I start to suck him. I taste all different flavors-from him, from me, from whoever . Meanwhile, one hand gets behind my head, and he starts to push me. He's mouth-fucking me; his big cock slides deep in my throat . My chin against his balls and my nose pushes against his body. In the meantime, I feel my hole leaking cum. Mark really fucks my mouth hard. My eyes are watering red; I cough up slime, but Mark keeps pounding. Here it comes, slutttt... I feel his cock swell up again, but now in my mouth and throat . Mark starts to shiver, and then I taste it. His cum shoots deep into my mouth and throat. A hot, wet, slimy, and salty taste, and my own urge to swallow. There is no other way... So I swallow, load after load. Mark just keeps cumming, more and more like there is no end to it. His load squirts in my back throat, and I need to cough... His cock flops out, but it is still squirting. Load after load, he shoots up against my face, mouth, chest, and all over my body. Thick cum drops hitting me and falling down over my body. I can smell it; I can feel it. Mark starts to laugh. "Jake , you look like a real hot slut now while," while he brushes through my hair . His cock is still hard, but he's done cumming. "Thank you, boy. You will sure remember this...". im still trying to get my breath. "Oh damn , it's over time; I need to run... "I'll catch you later, Jake ... He pulls his pants up and walks out. Fuckkkk . Here I am, covered in cum, my hole leaking, I'm pre-cumming , in a laundry room , all alone and naked. And I still don't know about Mark ... is he poz? Is he not??? But he just fucked me again... damn. Photo of Jake in the laundry room, covered in cum I stay put for about 5 minutes, catching my breath, and then I remember. I was supposed to meet Leroy at the bar. Damn . But I can't go like this, covered in cum. I wipe some off my face and lick it up. Damn , Mark tastes so good. I grab some sheets and towels from the floor and clean off my face and body. I hope I've gotten it all, and no one will see it. I look up; well ... there is a camera again, so I guess someone has seen it... I put my shirt and shorts on again and quietly walk out of the laundry room . I meet Leroy after a few minutes at the bar. Damn, you're late , Jake, and he watches me. Well ... I guess I don't have to ask why... he laughs . His finger wipes over my face, getting something off. Then I see it; it's a cum spot I missed. I guess you had some fun, he laughs, and with that, he licks it off his finger... WTF, I think. He does not know whose it is, but he just swallows it. Leroy really is a hungry slut... Am I becoming the same as him? Hey , your drink. I already ordered some... We have some small talk at the bar, and I start to relax . My mind lets go of all the poz stuff, and I am enjoying myself. We talked about dates, some hooking up , Leroy's daddy at home, and so on. We even chatted a bit about Mark , Jason, and the daddy Leroy had in the hotel. I'm not really paying attention to what is happening around us, but all of a sudden, the music on the podium starts to play, and the host walks up. Oh damn , right... it's time again. Photo of the main stage "Good day, all of you," the host says into the microphone. "It is time for an update again. Let's see the scoreboard ... " All the tops and bottoms are getting on the scoreboard again. I can see my name too. Let's put all the loads up and see the top score. Like a blow against my face, I see my name on the list, and it just jumps up on the scoreboard ... damn... it is almost in the top 10... 42 loads... What the hell ???? How ???? What ???? I see Kayode on the list, too. He's number 8. What is this? I did not take so many loads and hook-ups ? Leroy claps for me. "Damn, Jake. You have done a good job. Never knew this." The host talks again. "Well, I guess some might be surprised about their numbers. Let me explain. Some tops and bottoms have taken part in a roulette game. For the bottoms, there was a loaded dildo in the game. If it sprayed up your hole, it was a mix of cum from different guys, so all the guys count in the number. You did take their load, so... even when it was a mix... For the tops, some loaded more guys, so this way your load number will increase really fast. " Damn , what did I do? Did I really take that much ? Fuck ... I am really fucked... I do know loads of Mark count with it, but this? And from who are all these loads? Young , old? Fuck . And are they positive ? Have something else. Did the hotel check it or? Or am I really fucked now and positive ? I start to panic. My mind is overheating . Damn . But my hole tickles with me knowing I took that many loads. Am I really a slut? A cum dump... it looks like I am now? Fuck . I have a big urge to find some security and love... to find someone that I can hold on to. I guess ... I need Mark now more than ever... I want his big shoulders to maybe cry on, to have his arms around me and hold him. Even though I'm not sure he is positive, I don't think he is... is he... he could not... A little tear drops from my eye. Leroy laughs at me. Someone is proud, a tear of joy, he says to me. Leroy seems to think in a whole different way than I guess. The host starts to talk again. "Well, guys, we have all seen the new scoreboard . Some need to speed up , and others should keep up the good work. We have more for you. We had a guy in the roulette game who did not follow the rules. Because of him, we had to make some changes to the hotel program. As a result , we need to speed up the exposing party for a bit. I'm sorry for that, but word spreads fast, so we had to act. To keep some surprises , we thought of the following: Tonight will be Daddy's Night . For the bottoms, you will be matched with an older guy. You will get your updates via your smartwatches and log in to one of the panels. Your smartwatches will light up in the evening with your Daddy to show his status. This will be activated shortly. You are not allowed to tell anyone else, but you will know from him, and he will know from you. Do you all remember? When it lights up red, it's positive; when it lights up white, it's negative . If it lights up black , it's HIV . You can see more stats afterward , including if someone is on meds, PrEP, or so, but this is still not activated yet. All the guys are getting excited , yelling, clapping their hands , etc. But I can only think... fuck, is it true ? There are positive guys, and how likely am I to have taken one or more loads from them ? The host knocks on the microphone for attention Now ... I told you about the boy who broke the rules. We have thought about punishment, and I think we found something you will all like, the host shouts into the microphone . From the back of the podium, some helpers are running with a sort of platform on wheels. They bring it to the side of the pool and push it in. The wheels of the platform are getting pushed out until they hit the floor of the pool. It looks damm steady. Now let's bring the naughty boy up. On the main stage, I see a guy, chained up, getting pulled by some helpers onto the stage. He is Black and wears a jockstrap. Fuck... It's Kayode... It is him… He broke the rules. He took his tops shirt off in the roulette game. He pulled it off to see his chest, if he had tattoos, and begged for a poz load. Damn, that's why they all had red shirts on. It covered there biohazard poz tattoos. He did break the rule... The host starts to talk again. This bottom boy did not follow the rules, so he deserves some punishment. He wanted to know if guys were poz and who might become his poz daddy. He broke the rules of the roulette game by tearing off a shirt and begging the top. Now, we will make sure he will be poz…. but he will never know who his poz daddy will be.. . The host laughs dirty. He will take any load: poz ones, toxic and meds, neg ones, and all other things you guys have. We will whore him out, and he will get fucked and loaded many, many times. He has no say in it at all. His hole will be wrecked, like a real slut. It won't be able to close forever; that's how wrecked it will be. Even when he is home again, the host laughs. He will get fucked right here, in public. On the platform the helpers just put into the pool. Please, guys, guide him to it. The helpers are taking Kayode from the podium and guiding him to the platform in the pool. He is getting chained up on the platform, so he can't run, if he even wanted to. Photo of Kayode on the platform at the pool The helpers walk away, and just then... the platform starts to move... It is gliding on the floor of the pool, slowly and steadily to the middle of the pool, where it stops. Kayode is exposed, standing there in the middle of the pool on a platform so everyone can see him. What is the meaning of this? The host is asking for attention again. As you all see, the platform with the boy is in the middle of the pool. He will be chained and used there. So all the fucking will happen publicly, so everyone can watch. You can even swim out to him to watch as closely as you like. We thought of this... he will be punished today and tomorrow, right on that platform, in the middle of the pool. Non- stop. Videos and photos will be sent public on the internet and go viral, so he will be recognized at home and forever in the future, in his life. Everyone will know what a slut he is. So my guess is… this will be his life forever…-fucking on the streets like a whore... because no boss will ever hire a whore like him... with his photos and videos everywhere . Tops , don't worry. You won't be shown ... Remember, breaking the rules will have deep consequences. The boy will start with the VIP guys. Of course, their watches will light up too, so if you want to know, you can watch and support. Otherwise, wait till the real exposing party. After the VIPs are done, others can drop a load too. Just sign in. Now everyone have fun, and let the first VIP come up to the platform. Fuck , damn. He is punished . Dammm…. Poor Kayode. He will never recover from this... his life will be ruined. Fuck…. Then I see a VIP walk up and diving into the pool. A red light is flashing on the watch, under water. A first poz guy, I guess ... who is it? I watch closely . the VIP is swimming under water and gets up, just in front of the platform. Fuck... I'm fucked... no, really... no... he can't do that to Kayode... he can't do this to me... Really ??? It's Mark. He is smiling as he pushes himself up the platform, next to Kayode. Water is pouring off him, from his swim. His smart watch... it's red... it's red!!!!! I turn around as I hear the public clap and respond to Mark as the VIP.

Thanks for the comments! Huge shoutout to JayGusher and Spermpig, I drew a lot of inspiration for this story from both of them! Hope to finish this with a bang!

On the rare occasion I top, as soon as I start cumming I press against the guy's arse and stay there. I like to make sure every drop of my cum goes inside him. It's how I like guys to do it when they're fucking me.

My body was pinned under his, while he fucked my sloppy hole. He was whispering into my ear about how much he preferred me looser and that he was going to keep training me to be his personal fuck toy. Listening to him made my dick get hard again and I could feel the wetness of my jock's pouch pressed between the bed and my shaft, only making me harder. He lifted his hard torso off my back, and replaced the pressure with his forearms across my shoulder blades. "Change the porn, boy. I want something nasty to match your chasing cunt," he ordered. Pinned as I was, I could only move my arms over the bed, searching for his phone. I found it up by the pillows and pulled it towards me. It was unlocked already, so I could navigate it with ease. I found one of my preferred pozzing videos and selected it. "Yeah, good boy. I love this one. We could make our own version if you wanted. Post it online and let other bug chasers enjoy watching you get infected. Do you want that?" He asked. "Oh that's so hot, Sir. I wanna see you fuck my hole on film. Show everyone what a pig I am!" I told him as he fucked me hard. "You feel so good inside me, Sir. I love your dick. You're so thick, I love it." "I know you do, pig. Your cunt's so relaxed around me. Loose little pig boy. Fuck. You want another toxic load, pig? You gonna beg like the filthy bug chaser you are?" He suggested. "Poz me up, Sir!" I said, over the TV. "Give me your virus. I need it, Sir. I need to be a poz pig. Make me your loose poz pig, Sir. Fuck me up." "You're already a loose cunt, boy," he chuckled and pulled out. I moaned, feeling empty and craving something to be back inside me. I didn't have to wait long, as he straddled my legs and put his cock back up my hole. Moaning again, I heard him spit and felt it slap against my ring, before sliding slowly back inside. "Fucking slut. You feel so good, full of cum and loose as fuck. I love it. Fist pig getting pozzed. Fucking look at you, nasty cunt. I'm gonna bug you up. You want my bugs? Want my fucking bugs?" He was almost shouting as he thrusted his thick dick inside me. "Yes please, Sir. I want what you've got. Give it to me. Infect my hole, Sir. Bug my hole," I said back, matching his volume. "Give me your bugged up cum, fuck me with your diseased dick." He changed his pace often, slamming into me hard and fast for a couple of pumps and then slowly pushing as deep as he could, before sliding out completely and doing it over again. Without his arms or his weight pinning me down, I was able to lift myself onto my elbows and twist round to watch him work my cunt. I leant on one arm and reach back with the other, touching his chest, playing with his nipples and slipping a finger or two alongside his cock. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me, Sir. You feel so good. You're making me feel so fucking good, Sir. Please don't stop. I need you to ruin me," I begged. "Mmm, good pig. Huff the poppers again. Relax like I'm fisting you again," he told me. I did as he had ordered and once I'd capped the bottle and twisted back to keep my hands on the god straddling me, he gave more instruction. "Now stretch your cunt, boy. Fingers in like before. Yeah, like that. Good boy. I said relax!" He yelled the last part, surprising me. I concentrated on my ass and let it loosen as much as I could, whilst pulling my fingers apart, to stretch myself. "Fuck yeah! Good boy. You'll make me cum if you keep it up. Do you want me to cum again?" He asked. "Yes, Sir. I want your cum inside me. I want your poison load. Please don't pull out!" I pleaded. "Oh you know I don't pull out boy. Especially not out of unprotected cunt like yours. You're gonna take my bug and you're gonna say thank you." I dropped my face into the bed and reached back to my hole with my other hand. I slipped my other two fingers in and pulled against my already stretched hole. I was opening myself up and I could hear the sloppy noises as Sir pumped into me. I begged some more. "Please infect me. Poz me, Sir. Give me the gift. Bug me up. I'm ready for it. Make me poz." "Bug chasing little pig. Listen to yourself. You're so fucking hot. Nasty cunt. You want my HIV? You wanna be HIV positive? No prep, raw fuckers like you get infected. You want my unmedicated viral load? Want it? Want it?" We spoke over each other, getting louder and louder until he lost all words and grunted in time with his thrusts. I knew he'd cum again, but I couldn't move with him sat on top of my legs, so I stayed where I was. He kept his dick balls deep, against my fingers. "Fucking hell, boy. You're perfect. I can't believe I found a bug chaser like you," he said. He pushed his hands into the bed and lifted himself off my legs, pulling his dick out slowly. I felt the slickness of a new load coating him, as he glided past my fingers and out of my hole. "Thank you, Sir." I said, slinking myself off the bed and onto the floor, turning over as I moved. I grabbed his balls and swallowed his dick, making his body quake above me. He tasted amazing, as usual. As I cleaned him, I felt his hands on my head and heard him moaning quietly. After a few seconds, he pulled me off him. "Don't swallow," he said, as he got down on his knees and kissed me.

I try to remember to squirt the 1st shot on his prostate. I know I love that feeling when someone does it to mine.

Locally we have “ManCave” it’s a place men can go to hang out naked and fuck. Not a bathhouse but fun. They have nooner events on Fridays and that’s when the married men come out to play. Yesterday 11/10 was one of the busiest days about 25 guys. Was a fun day. Was bent over the fuck beach and took 6 cocks, love when guys line up to use my ass. Took 3 beautiful thick cocks in the sling. Ended the day with tanking about 15 cocks and 4 loads. Can’t wait for the next event 🐷🐷🐷🐷

Hot as fuck!!! Would love to be pozzed like that!!!

When Dillon got back he realized that he had responses from everyone but they were in his spam folder. He quickly responded to them and tried to make sure he got them all answered before his Girl got home. Glory Hole Guy - Boy that was a good start but I think you can do better. I am gonna give you another shot, be back at the bathroom at 4 PM and not a minute earlier and got to your stall and wait. Got it? Dillon responded - Yes, I will be there. I know I can do better. Dillon responded to the Hung Straight guy who was packing 9" and said Dillon must eat his ass, lick and suck his balls and deep throat his dick. (Dillon had never eaten a guys ass but he was so horny for sucking dick he thought WTF I will give it a shot). Dillon - Expert cock sucker who wants to suck and service your big dick, lick and suck your balls and eat your ass. I can not host but can travel and need to service you in the worst way. (Dillon could not believe he was typing those words) Dillon shot off an email to the BBC. Dillon needed to know what black cum taste like, he had watched plenty huge black guys shoot huge loads up a pussy in porn and he had to see if they taste different. Dillon - I love your BBC, cock sucker at your service and ready to suck and swallow your big dick, edge you and make you build up a huge load for me to swallow. Finally shot one of the to Hung Married guy who wanted him Blindfolded, he originally thought that was out of the question but it was not much different then sucking that guy off at the GH that he had not seen. Dillon - Hey guy, I def want to suck that big dick and swallow your load for you. I can not host since I have a GF and it seems you can not either. Know anyplace we can go so I can give you the relief you need? Dillon had just finished when his girl got home and came bay and kissed him. He had just shut down both email accounts and started working on a project for work as she came up to the computer. She kissed him and said she was gonna take a shower and he should order the food. Can you get Chinese tonight, Dillon hated that shit but thought it was the least he could do since he felt guilty sucking off two guys today. He ordered and they delivered and had a nice dinner. His and him watched some TV and after an two shows his Girl said she was gonna call her mom and sister and would be in the bedroom. Dillon said, I am gonna work on my project and try to get a head start on it. Text me when you are ready for bed. She kissed him and headed off the bedroom. Dillon rushed to the computer to see what responses he got if any. This time he was checking both his regular and spam folder and there were messages. Bingo he thought. First one was from the hot guy who wanted this ass eaten. Boy, you need to come to this address at 7 AM in the morning. Make sure you are ready to serve and you can access your email on your phone, I will be able to see you when you come to 3456 Turo street and stand by the fire hydrant. I will send you my address when I see you are ready to be a cock sucking whore standing on the street like a hustler. (fuck Dillon thought, this guy is hot) Dillon - I will be there, I will be wearing a Red Shirt and blue jeans. Hot guy must have been on because he responded saying Do not fucking take your dick out, if I see your dick I will beat the shit out of you. Got it. Dillon - I will not, I understand. See you at 7 AM. Dillon was not rock hard and ready to suck that guys dick. There was a response from the black guy. He wrote fucking love white whores who need BBC. You do need my BBC don't you whore. When are you free to come to the west side of town and be my wet mouth to fuck? (Dillon was not sure when his Girl was going to be working again late so he waited to respond) The hot white guy who wanted Dillon to eat his ass must have sent the other email as an after thought. Make sure you are wearing a jock, although your dick can not ever be exposed if you are not an expert cock sucker I may need to eat your hole and pretend it is a hot chicks pussy. I have the feeling you may not be the cock sucker you think you are. Dillon - I will wear it but I promise you will not need to eat my ass to get off. ( Dillon thought about it and wondered what that would feel like) The hot guy responded, good to know you think so but you will need to let me be the judge of that, Just get here at 7, my wife leaves at 6:30 each day, I will shower and be ready for you cock whore. Dillon - I am so ready, I will be there. With that Dillon shut down his laptop and headed off to bed, he was really horned up and fucked his girlfriend and french kissed her with the same mouth that had been on two men's cocks that very same day. He came hard inside his women and they held each other while he kept thinking about his hot guy he would soon be sucking off. Ready to have his mouth on that big dick. Dillon dozed off just after setting the alarm for 6 AM and when he woke he showered and grabbed his red shirt, jeans, loafers and grabbed the Jock and slipped it on and got dressed. He leaned down and kissed his girl and said he had to get to the office early and bolted out the door. He drove across town to Turo street and parked and walked to the corner fire hydrant and looked at his watch and it was 6:55 and he kept looking at his phone checking and rechecking his phone. Finally an email came in and it read 4578 Turo, come to the back door and let yourself in, there is a sock on the door so you will know you are at the right door. Dillon went walking and got to the door and opened it and stepped in and it was really dark He could not see anything, he hard the voice. Whore, drop your pants and loose the shoes. Dillon hesitated and the guy slapped his head and said, boy you need to listen to me or leave right now. Dillon started to unfasten his belt while he kicked off his shoes and then unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down and stepped out of them. Fucking whore that took way too long, Dillon felt two hands on his shoulders and he was told to walk. He took ten big steps and then the voice said stop. He felt his right arm being pulled to his back and then his left and they were zip tied and then the guy grabbed his shoulders and turned him to the right and his body was pushed forward and his chest fell on some cushion. He tried to figure it out, it was not sofa since it was much higher but that is what it felt like. Then he felt his ass being touched and he could feel this guys breath on his hole and slowly his ass checks were pulled apart and then wet. Oh fuck he thought, that feels so amazing. Dillon began to moan. The guy kept licking and sucking that little hole and then stopped. He pushed Dillon's legs apart and then sent back to eating his hole. The guy stopped and pulled Dillon, disappointed he thought he was going to be able to finally suck this guys cock but to his surprise the guy slid a ball gag into his mouth and fasted it and he again turned him and made him walk five more feet to a bathroom, a dimmer switch was put on and he could see the shower, toilet and sink. The guy lubed up his finger and slide it in Dillon and Dillon protested through the gall gag. Then a metal cold object slid in and the water was turned on and Dillon felt full. More full and then the metal was slowly pulled out and the guy said hold it there boy. Dillon did but after five minutes he had to let the water out. He Dillon shot all the liquid and shit into the shower and the guy slide the metal up his hole and did it again and Dillon held it and shot out all the water this time. The guy whipped his ass off and hole and turned him again and walked him back to the same spot and bend him over and began to really eat his hole and tongue fuck it. Dillon moaned and then that fucking lubed finger was slid in and he was finger fucked and then two. Dillon was really getting pissed, fucking hell he thought I am not gay. He was trying to figure out a way to get out of this hell when the guy stood up and rubbed his big dick on Dillon's hole and Dillon thought no fucking way he is gonna fuck me not in this life. The guy slide a bottle under his nose and he said inhale while the guy held the other side and he made him do that four times each side and as the guy put the cap back on it he slowly pressed his dick against that virgin hole and he could hear Dillon scream and wrestle to get off the bench but the guy was too big and strong and slowly that huge dick broke though and sank into Dillon all nine inches of it. The guy whispered in Dillon's ear "boy, you have one slut pussy on you." He began to slow fuck Dillon and with as tight as Dillon's virgin ass was he only lasted ten minutes before he shot his load in the boy. The guy slowly pulled out and said, boy are you ready to suck my dick now? Dillon swore and told him to fuck off but none of it was audible. Boy, I asked you a question. He pulled him up and held the back of his head and said shake your head once if you want me to fuck you again right now and cum in your ass or do you want to suck my dick? Dillon was confused but his masculine rapist who had just taken his ass without permission said, boy if you shake your head no to the next question I will fuck that ass again and cum in it right now. Do you want to suck my dick now., Dillon did not hesitate and shook his head yes. Dillon thought if he would just suck this guys dick he would be able to get out of here and never do anything like it again. The guy with the huge dick said good boy, now I am going to unfasten your ball gag. If you scream I am going to give you a liver punch and do some real damage you hear. Shake your head if you understand and Dillon shook his head yes. The guy unfastened the ball gag and then told Dillon to get on his hands and knees and he pulled a chair out and sat on it right in front of Dillon. Then he grabbed his head and lowered it down and told Dillon to open his mouth and Dillon felt that cummy dick on his tongue. Dillon started to suck and lick that big dick and swallow his own ass juices and all that mans cum and soon the guy dick was clean and Dillon was sucking hard and as deep as he could and the guy pressed his head down and Dillon was force to throat the guy. Fuck Dillon thought this guy is gonna kill me I can not fucking breath. The guy let Dillon up and Dillon coughed and tried to inhale. The guy put the poppers up to his nose and made him breath in again and soon Dillon was high as fuck. He got really close to his ear and he said boy, you see now why I had to fuck you. You lied and said you were an expert cock sucker, you will be coming for weeks before you can gain that title. Now get the fuck back down on my big dick. He grabbed Dillon and slide his cock deep down Dillon's throat and slowly fucked him as Dillon tired to breath. Each time Dillon was able to keep that dick down his throat longer and after eight deep throats and a break in between to do poppers and breath the guy pulled him off and told Dillon the lick his balls and eat his hair ass. Dillon worked his balls and sucked on them and worked his way down to his hairy hole and licked and ate as the guy spread and lifted his legs letting Dillon get in deep and the guy encouraged him. Fuck that is it boy, finally found something you are a natural at. It totally centered Dillon and made him eat and tongue like crazy and after ten minutes the guy said okay boy. You got me worked up and now I need you to show me what you have learned, if you can without my help fuck your throat with my dick I will let you blow me till I cum and leave. If not I will take your ass again. Do you understand, Dillon agreed and said he understood. Dillon opened his mouth and took a big breath and then sucked his way down but could not get the last two inches even when he used his neck muscles to press down and after five minutes he had to come up for air. While he was catching his breath the ball gag went back in and it was strapped on and he thought fuck, here we go again. The guy pushed him forward and fingered his hole, one finger all the way in and then two and finally three and twisted them around and finally pressed his cock up against the hole and told Dillon to push back. Dillon just stayed right in place and then a hard smack on his ass. The guy left a red mark and then another slap and he said boy until you fuck yourself on my dick I am gonna beat your ass. Dillon pressed back and although the pain was intense he finally got the dick to slide into him and he slowly fucked himself on the dick taking a little more each time and soon he was starting to like it. Dillon thought, fuck how could he like a dick in his ass. He knew he was not gay and loved pussy. The guy grabbed the ball gag and loosened it and and let it fall out of Dillon's mouth. His rapist grabbed his hips and fucked him hard and soon he was panting while Dillon was moaning and making whimpering sounds and a minute before the guy shot, Dillon came in his jock. The guy fucked away and said boy you have a fag pussy on your, you just came. Your hole tightened right up and you are gonna make be blow my second load in you. The guy shoved his dick in deep and came hard. The guy slowly pulled out and told Dillon to stand. He did and the guy walked him back to his cloths and told him he needed to be back at 7 Am on Friday that is the next day she is heading to work early. I have a copy of your license so know where you live and will come to your place if you are not here and share what you have been doing with your girlfriend. Understand pussy boy? You need practice until you learn how to suck dick like a true whore. Then he grabbed a knife and cut the zip tie and told him to get dressed and leave the way he came in. The guy seemed to have disappeared. It was still dark but he go this jeans on but put his shirt inside out and had not noticed till he got to the car and took it off and turned it inside out and drove to work.

Used to hang with this hot top Latin fucker. Was about ten years older than me but had this big beer can uncut dick I'd do anything for. He knew I liked darker guys so he used to take me to Midtowne spa in East LA to whore my hole out - bout 50% Latin, 30% black rest Asian and white, so I was in heaven Before we'd go, he'd strap me into this gasmask that had a hole in the front just large enough for a pipe. On the ride over he'd shove a pipe in the hole, lit it up and laughed as he watched the mask fill up with so much smoke I couldn't see. He'd keep my flying all the way making me play with my hard dick. When we got there I'd strip and he take me down to the basement. The place was huge - five full floors and the basement was where the pigs hung out. The basement was almost pitch back and in the back, around the corner there was an old mattress on the floor. There was a dim light above and one wall lined in mirrors. He'd forced me on the mattress face down, blindfold me and tie me spreadeagled down to the rings placed on the four corners. He lubed my hole up and then with his massive hand shove a couple of huge bumps up my begging hole - and then he'd leave heading up stairs to fuck some hole. There I lay, hole gaping and waiting. High horny dudes would walk in, breed and use my hole all day long. Every hour or so my dude would wander back and check up on me. He wanted my hole deep seeded raw, so when he saw condoms next the mattress he grab them up and empty each open deep up up my ass - along with another big bump. This would continue for hours until he wanted to go. Then he walk all through each floor, gathering up every condom he could find on the floor and in the trash. He'd walk down with 30 or 40 used loads in his hand and one by one empty them up my ass. My hole was loose at his point his hand slipped in easily and he fisted those cum loads deep until I was begging for his own load. He climbed on and gave me the one breeding I was beGGin for all day. This continued almost every month for a year and then he moved away

omg i love death fuck stories!!! there so isnt enough stories like this!!! thx so much for writing, and it be awesome to see it continue hehe

He just fucked death into you, you stupid slut.