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I’d been telling myself that I need to behave. That I shouldn’t be going to the peeps, or the baths. That I really can’t keep getting loaded up by random men every single weekend. But it was a deep need that I couldn’t ignore. This was before the days of prep and I knew I should be careful, but from the very first time a guy put a load in me, it unlocked something that I couldn’t put away, a slippery slope that I was all to eager to slide down. I was in my early 20s when this all started and I was eager to take loads from anyone. Telling myself I shouldn’t, next thing I knew, I’d be parking in the gravel parking lot behind the peeps. A seedy building in a not so great part of town. Usually had just the kind of clientele I was looking for, nasty perverts doing depraved things. Jock strap, cock ring on, poppers in my pocket, looking for trouble and determined to find it. It was a rainy night, and the parking lot was half full. I recognized some of the cars that were there but not who they belonged to so there were probably a few regulars I’d recognize inside. I went in through the back entrance. 70s classic rock playing quietly, rows of porn dvds and sex toys lining the shelves. Sure there were apps and hookup sites but I liked cruising the best. Not knowing who I was going to find or what situation I’d end up in. I paid the entry to the back and the guy working handed me a bunch of tokens for the video machines without saying a word. I had a stache of tokens at this point. Rarely ended up watching anything. Was just there to fuck. He definitely recognized me as I thought I’m probably a regular at this point myself. Not sure how I felt about that but oh well. I slipped behind the curtain and into the darkness of the back rooms. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. There was an area with a tv and chairs. A couple guys were just sitting around, watching. A few looked back when I walked in. I was more interested in the back half of the room. A narrow hallway lined with booths on either side. There was also this area being the booths that you could slip behind which was fun for something a little more public. It didn’t seem too busy but some of the booths were occupied. There were these pin holes you could look through to watch guys inside. I took a look and there was a guy inside getting fucked. Lucky. Couldn’t see inside too well to see what was happening and I could feel my cock stir, thinking about these strangers fucking each other, probably bareback. There were condoms around to take but seemed like that bowl stayed full most of the time, thankfully. I slipped behind the booths into that narrow space and took a quick hit of the poppers I had. I felt that warm wash spread over me and was just filled with lust. Feeling dirty knowing all the guys in the room were looking for the same thing. Thats when one of the regulars came around the corner. He seemed to be there every time I stopped in. We’d never done anything before and honestly he gave me a bit of the creeps, but tonight felt different. I wasn’t sure how old he was but probably 30, 40 years older than me. Probably has fucked tons of guys with how often I saw him there. The poppers were doing their job though and I could see him leering at me in the dark from down the hallway. He was wearing sweatpants and I could see this massive tent forming as he grinned at me and took a bottle out and took a big hit. I took another hit myself and he stated to thrust his hips, staring at me. What was I thinking? I’d avoided hooking up with this guy dozens of times but today it felt like he was staring deep into me and knew I wanted it. The poppers melted away any bit of inhibition I had left and I knew that if I didn’t get him inside me I could be going home without getting the fuck I needed so badly. Something in my head told me that once I did this, this fucker would be dumping his load in me over and over. He started walking toward me and I slipped inside one of the booths, leaving the door open. He followed me inside and I dropped my gym shorts to the ground, bending over on the bench. Taking long deep hits of poppers. I could hear him behind me taking deep hits too. It was all happening so fast. My head was swimming as he took a step behind me. I figured there was no way this seedy guy used condoms and I was right when I felt him line his cock up behind me. Tapping his heavy meaty cock on my ass gave me a preview of what I was signed up for. I braced myself as he started to push. Oh my god I can’t believe I’m letting THIS guy inside me, raw, and I love it. Time for more poppers. I knew this was going to be a problem for me, no turning that off now. Fucker was going in dry! I felt the thick head of his cock burst roughly inside me. I braced myself, holding my breath as he roughed up my hole but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I still couldn’t believe I was letting this guy fuck me raw. It felt right, inevitable. Just another escalation into being the depraved cum slut I know I needed to be. He pulled all the way out and slipped back in. Easier this time. His cock was just drooling thick precum and was quickly lubing me up. I had a thought about how he probably tore my ass up when he went in dry and already he was marking me with his precum. I had to assume he was poz and just this thought brought the bottle back to my nose for a deep inhale. I probably have taken some charged loads at some point, but if I hadn’t, this seemed pretty likely to be happening now. He chuckled a bit as I took deep breaths from the bottle, grabbed my hips and drove the rest of his cock all the way to the hilt in one thrust. I was seeing stars as he pushed deep up inside me. This was so desperately what I needed. Getting dicked down by this nasty fucker in a booth. New high score. Badge unlocked of nasty slutty things I was willing to do. He was taking long deep strokes into my guts and I could feel the ridge of his cock head raking against my insides. The poppers and this huge bare cock inside me just shut my brain off and I really settled in for the ride. I wanted him to use my ass however he wanted and was determined to give him a good fuck, make sure that I could work as big of a load out of him as I could. I wanted this guy to absolutely paint my insides. My ass was slick with precum at this point and he was fully taking his cock out and ramming it back in. Over and over. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take but I wasn’t about to quit before I got what I needed. Another hit of poppers. I could hear how sloppy he fucked me open. Gaped wide open and leaking when he hadn’t even cum yet. I heard him open the door and I looked back to see a couple guys quickly look in. One guy looked surprised and came back to watch. I took a glance back at the fucker wrecking my hole and he flashed me a grin that seemed a bit sinister. The eye contact felt like he was looking deep into me. This was where I belonged. Letting these sleazy men dump their cum inside me. Using me to get off. He uncapped his poppers and I figured this must be it. He took like 4 or 5 deep hits and I knew what was coming. I quickly did the same to catch up. The guy watching from outside was rubbing his cock through his pants and I heard him say “fuck yeah knock him up”. He started to breathe heavy and his cock stabbing inside me became more erratic. All of a sudden he pulled me back onto him and I felt his cock dig even further up inside me. I swear I could feel him swell and I pushed back. I needed this load as deep as I could. He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse. This was it. Thick ropes of toxic cum being blasted deep up inside me. I couldn’t believe I was actively thinking about getting pozzed. I just completely surrendered. I clamped down and tried to milk every last bit of seed out of him. He stayed buried deep inside me for a minute before slowly pulling out. His cock came out with a loud plop. Thick drops of cum splashing onto the dirty floor. I needed that cum to stay in me but was just leaking out with how this guy fucked me wide open. He gave me a pat on the ass and said in a gravelly voice, “first of many” and quickly exited the booth. I shut the door behind him. Head spinning, catching my breath, leaking cum and feeling the sluttiest I’ve ever felt. A mix of feeling a little guilty but the most turned on I’ve ever been, cock rock hard. I had a feeling the night wasn’t over yet. I put my gym shorts back on over my jock strapped ass, nasty cum soaking into them. Now where was that guy that told him to knock me up?

Thought I would share the first time I ever did poppers, it was only my second or third time at a local bathhouse, and the first two times I had been drinking so I barely remembered it. This is from a few years ago. I had just turned 21. I am a twink type, white, slim, brown hair, blue eyes. I am also very short around 5'5. I was really nervous to be going to the bathhouse and got a room. I stayed in the room for over an hour until I worked up the courage to go out. Lots of eye contact as I walked up and down the halls, but I was still very nervous. I went to one of the public rooms; a couple of guys were fooling around, and I stood at the far end against a wall. One man who looked to be in his early 40s came up to me and stood next to me against the wall. He kept looking over, and so did I. He eventually turned to me and said, "Come to my room." I was horny from watching in the room, so I did. I walked in and he immediately started kissing me, taking off our towels. I started kissing back. He got me down on the bathhouse bed, lights dimmed, and we were making out. He asked me if I fuck bare and I panicked and mumbled something like, "I don't think so." He started kissing me more. He was on top when he pulled out some poppers. He put them to my nostril and told me to breathe. I did, not knowing what they were, and I have never felt anything so intense. He held them there for a few more breaths on each side, and then I was flying. I started sucking his dick. It was amazing. He pulled me back up and told me to turn around and started eating my ass and I was moaning like crazy. He then came back up and fed me more poppers from behind. He held them there extra long and I felt extra fucked up. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew I felt on cloud 9. Next thing I knew, he was fucking me. I was ass up as he was fucking my hole and I was letting him. I didn't care if it was bare or not. He fucked me like that for a while, and suddenly I felt the bottle at my nostril again, except he was still fucking me from behind, so I remember wondering how. I took some more hits and a cock went into my mouth from whoever just gave me some. I started sucking this cock too, eventually seeing that he had opened the door and there were more guys in the room now. He ended up breeding my ass, and the guy in my mouth turned me around and started fucking me next. The first guy ended up being my daddy that night, letting these men use me — he did a few more times too — as he kept me pretty fucked up. It was one of the best nights I've ever had at a bathhouse.

I normally orgasm like normal, through my cock, it just gets the urge to go away. Every once in a while i crave more sexual stimulation, so i stop all sexual interactions for 10 days if i can. near the later days i might need chastity to sleep during the night, to not be encouraged by a sudden urge to cum…this is meant to also give me time to prepare, i like to be ready as possible by day 10, like clean diet, laxatives, etc to make sure my holes are ready… then the day comes where i choose to become a willing, slutty, boy pussy cumdump, to fantasize of bieng trained into a femboy sissy…. This usually means putting on a chastity cage, then going to a mens sex club/ bath house, getting a room, and pratice on my holes with toys to get relaxed enough for the real thing. My chastity, and the prologned 10 days delay for orgasms, turns me into an insatiable slut, every time a guy would walk in and stuff my boy pussy with his cock, with my cock rock hard but caged in, every thrust would force the stimulus to redirect to my hole, instead of my cock, and the sensation only grows with every thrust, and it doesnt go away, it just slowly builds with hundereds of seperate rythmic thrusting movements, at a certain point, i begin to feel a tingling sensation from my fingers all the way down to my toes. Then i begin to feel the same sensation in my ass, and a more mild sensation grows throughout my body, i go into a state of pure bliss, like pure estacy energy, and my caged cock just begins to ooze cum nonstop, its like an orgasm, but its easily 10 times more powerful and much more pleasurable than any normal cock based orgasm.. at a certain point i cant speak and i begin to writhe and i have to stop whats happening, my legs begin to shake uncontrollably as it continues minutes after stopping…. Once its stops i literally cant even move from my bed id be completely done. im sure other people experience the same thing, but i would love to meet someone that would be eager to do this to me all day and night….. just a fantasy of course….

After leaving Jane's apartment, I felt a little uneasy at what just happened. I can't think of any moment in my life prior to meeting Rick where this would have happened. I just gave a bj to a father of a roommate of my ex-girlfriend. I went to run a few other errands including the store to pick up some groceries for the house. As I was getting some fruit and vegetables I noticed an older man looking at me. He was around 5'9" thin build. He was wearing running shorts and a tank top. I was in my running shorts again and he kept looking me up and down. He smiled when he saw that I saw him looking. I finished shopping and saw him in the parking lot. "Nice running shorts. You run a lot" he said "Thank you. Once in a while, but not often" I said "Really you are very fit. You have a nice tight body" he said looking me up and down. I could see a bulge in his shorts. "Thank you. I am more of a swimmer" I said "Oh me too. Where do you go swimming" he said "the pool at the community college" I replied "Me too. I go there once in a while. Maybe I will run into you there. That would be nice. I am Tom" he said reaching out his hand I shook his hand. He had a nice grip and held it for a few seconds longer than a normal hand shake. "I am Dan" I said "Nice to meet you Dan. I hope to see you at the pool one day. What days do you go swimming?" he asked "I don't have set days. I just go when I have free time or need to exercise" I said "I will be there tomorrow and Wednesday. I hope to see you there" he said looking me up and down. The attention made me blush and my cock a little hard which I think he noticed. "Ok maybe, thank you" I said. We both then walked to our cars. I ran one more errand and then went home. Rick was still at work. I put away the groceries and decided to jump in the pool for a swim. After swimming for about 20 minutes I ended up laying on a lounge chair under the shade. I fell asleep then woke up when I heard Rick in the backyard with me. "Hey sleep head" he said. He was in his swimsuit with a hard cock. "Fuck I love when I can see your hard cock like that in your suit. It looks so hot" I said and then reached out and started to rub his cock thru the swimsuit. He moaned. "Yeah you love Daddy's cock don't you" he said "Yes I do. I fell in love with it the first time I saw it and tasted it" I said smiling and the pull down his swimsuit and took him in my mouth. I sucked on him, licking him and worshipping his thick stick. He moaned and slowly pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged but recovered and swallowed almost his whole cock. I had become quite good in deepthroating his huge meat. I could taste the precum leaking from his cock. I sucked him for a couple more minutes. I pulled down my swimsuit and bent over. "Fuck me Daddy please. I want your sperm in me baby. Make me pregnant please" I said shaking my ass at him. He lined up and in one thrust plunged into me. I winced and yelled out. Even though I had his cum in me he is still huge and difficult to take on one slam in. He didn't relent and kept up his pace. He fucked me hard. I just moaned dropped my head down and pushed back on his cock trying to get it all in me with each thrust. He kept his pace and started to spasm and he moaned, "Here you go boy" and shot his load into me. He kept fucking me grinding me for a few more minutes. He pulled out slowly and I clinched to keep his cum in me. Some of it leaked out. I licked it up off the chair and cleaned his cock off. I stood up and we kissed deeply with his hands on my ass squeezing them. We went inside to clean up and start to make dinner. He left for his bedroom and came back in. "Bend over" he commanded I bent over right there in the kitchen. "Lick this. Its a cunt plug" he said. I was a rubber thing that looked thin at top, widened and then tapered back down. Then it had a base to it. Then he stuck it in my ass. I moaned. "This will keep my cum in you so you don't lose any and it soaks into your cunt. We want to do everything to knock you up" he said It felt funny and arousing. I started to get a hard on. He grabbed my cock. "Somebody likes that thing in his pussy" he said I nodded and kissed him. "I do. I love everything you do to me" I said. He kissed me and then slapped my ass. We went back to making dinner. The butt plug or cunt plug as he called it kept hitting my prostate. As I walked around and made dinner it kept me aroused. He noticed my cock was hard and had precum leaking. "Hmmm boy, your pussy is so sensitive isn't it. It loves the new toy" he said and grabbed the plugged and pushed it deeper and rotated it. I let out a loud moan, it felt so good. My cock throbbed and precum leaked more. He kept it up and I had to hang onto the counter. I pushed out my ass to give him more access as he worked it in my hole. He rubbed my cock a bit and precum leaked on the floor. Then he stopped instantly and walked away. I stood there breathing hard with one leg partially in the air. He stood looking at me and laughed.

If you think the first load feels great inside you then you're going to love the second one and be addicted by the third.

Those boundaries aren't just philosophical. Plenty of people are either sober, or have medical reasons why they can't be exposed to chems. Meth users have residue of the drug in their bodies and fluids for two or more days after they last used. I'm not a fan of the bait-and-switch tactics I've had used on me.

I was at the local planet fitness. Hooked up in the showers with a young guy on grindr. I sucked a load of cum out of his sweet 7" cock and then chased it with his tasty piss. Took a lot of piss all over my face/head too. He never went soft. I figured he was finished, but he told me to get back on my knees and he fucked another load into my throat. All this in about 10 minutes!!! So hot sucking cock for cum in public!!

I was just on sniffies and saw a group aren’t that is happening tomorrow. The bottom hosting wants all loads and says NEG only. I looked at the guest list and know that at least two of the men are Poz. The point is that you can’t believe anything a man says if he wants pussy.

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Yeah, I get you. I regularly play squash with a straight mate. I often get a look at his cock in the locker room when we’re changing/showering. He’s always known I’m gay but has no problems getting naked in front of me. He has a thick veined handsome uncut cock with a pair of bulls balls. I dream about sucking him off. I know I could give him the best blowjob he’s ever had, but I keep those thoughts to myself. I value his friendship more. BUT - if he was ever to suggest that I suck his cock I’ll have my mouth over it faster than a vulture on a zebra carcass!

Friday night I had a lot of fun and the night was a bit unexpected. I hadn't seen a Daddy bottom that I might at a bar in forever. We were long overdue. He is a cute sexy man with a thick black beard and a little stocky. I went to his place and I fucked and bred him. He took my cock so well and I honestly wanted to fuck him a bit longer for breeding but he wanted to get going. After I fucked and bred him we went to a bar and had a bite to eat. He then suggested we go to another bar to hang out and have some fun. He chatted with some friends before we left and we were off. We thought it was more of an underwear themed night but maybe because of the cold everyone was pretty much dressed. We saw that in the play area no one was really playing. We played a bit on the dance floor and I sucked him and he played with my dick. He was a bit nervous to play in public so we went back to the outdoor play area. We got a corner and I took my dick out and he started sucking me. An older gray daddy bear came over and sat near us and he started playing with my nipples while the bottom Daddy was sucking my cock. Me and the Daddy bear made out too. There was another guy a Latino bear who started making out with me and playing with me. The Daddy bottom switched and started sucking him. The Latino Daddy started fucking the Daddy bottom. Meanwhile I was sucking the Daddy Bear and he started fucking me. The Daddy bear switched and fucked the Daddy bottom but he was having a little trouble taking him because he didn't have lube. The Daddy bottom almost gave up being fucked feeling he couldn't take the men wanting to fuck him. Me being the encouraging man I am I told him I'd give him lube. I fucked the Daddy bottom and shot a huge load in him. Afterwards the Daddy bear fucked him and he was taking the Daddy bear way better now. The Daddy bear was turned on and started fucking him faster and harder. The Daddy bear asked if he wanted me to give the Daddy bottom the load or if I wanted it. I thought for a moment to all the fun I have pretty often and my Daddy who breeds me regular. I thought about the Daddy bottom that tells me he isn't on hook up apps and doesn't get fucked a lot. He's a nice guy with a great ass and decided this is his night to explore more and have fun. I told the sexy Daddy Bear "Breed him". He smiled and fucked him harder and shot a huge load in his ass. After the Daddy Bear fucked me and the Daddy bottom was getting fucked by another guy. He got fucked by a few other guys and I got fucked a few times by the Daddy bear and the Latino Bear. After a while the Daddy Bottom needed a break. The important thing to note is the crowd was absolutely fucking dead just standing around doing nothing. Me kissing the Daddy bottom and him sucking my dick sparked others to play with us or just play in general around us. I don't get why people just stand or sit around and do nothing. We chatted the the Daddy Bear later and it turned out that I actually have talked to him before. The Daddy bottom needed a break so me and the Daddy Bear went off and he fucked me some more. Afterwards both me and the Daddy bottom decided to call it a night and went back to his place. We made out he sucked me and I sucked him and then I put him on all fours and fucked him again. I was still fucking horny so I fucked him for a good while until I shot my load in him and breed him. His hole felt so nice with multiple loads in him I think that was the 4th or 5th load I added to him. Afterwards he wanted to cum so I sucked and played with his nipples until he jacked off. He shot a nice sized load. Afterwards I took a shower and headed out. It was not the kind of evening I thought it would be. I figured I'd just fuck him a few times and leave. I kinda thought at the bar I'd try to take loads but instead I decided to let him get the loads but did enjoy the fucks. I really loved helping him with his journey about wanting to bottom and be a slut more. We had a great chemistry and vibe playing together with others in public too. That's actually not as easy and natural with everyone as it sounds. I look forward to fucking and getting together with him again soon.

Chapter 15 - The Day The nine nights and days had passed quickly. His routine had helped but it had been impossible not to register the rapid ticking off of the dates. Interrupted only by a couple of notable events. He had told his parents that he would be going on a College work placement that would require a few days away. He half expected them to refuse him permission but the fact the College was involved seemed to please them. Forging a note with a College letter-head had been a good move. By the time they knew better it would be too late. They would have seen the video Jerome had promised to send them. After that they wouldn't want Jordyn back anyway. The other event had been his trip to the clinic for testing. That had been a little daunting, something he had never done before, but he had no fear of surprises. He really was a virgin after all. He had arranged to collect his results on the afternoon of the big day. He had been expecting to hear details and instructions from his Owner but even now there had been nothing. He had begun to wonder whether this was all a trick, an elaborate game played on him. It couldn't be could it? Jordyn walked out of the clinic with the hard copy of his results in an envelope. The nurse had been friendly and had given him a little talk on prevention being better than cure and all that. He hadn't been listening - he just wanted to get outside and check his phone again. Had Jerome been in touch? He had his phone in his hand and his eyes on its screen when a van slowed to a crawl beside him. The driver was a dark-skinned Latino, very much the average delivery driver in the average delivery van. Jordyn glanced across at him as he continued to walk. "Jerome sent me - get in the van faggot." Jordyn looked at him in shock. "My car..." "Jerome will look after that." The driver's eyes were invisible behind his dark glasses. "Meanwhile you just need to get that sweet faggot booty in the van. You don't want to disappoint Jerome by being late." He opened the passenger door. Jordyn ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips. Then his face took on a new look of determination, rather cute on such a pretty boy, and he stepped into the vehicle. The door closed behind him and the driver put the van into gear. Nobody noticed a thing. *** The City had its prominent shopping streets, its historic public buildings and its well-manicured suburbs. The van didn't go to any of them. Instead it began a series of turns into ever more nondescript streets, many with any signage either vandalised or long gone. Rapidly Jordyn realised that he would never be able to remember just what their route had been. Just where he was being taken. Finally the van pulled up outside a building much like a thousand others in the city. It might have once been commercial, it had no identifying signage now. "Get out and press the buzzer." Those were the first words the driver had spoken since Jordyn had got into the vehicle. He had barely stepped out onto the sidewalk when the van drove off and left him there. He walked to the building and pressed its buzzer. A small door opened and a familiar face emerged, framed in jaunty peroxide hair. "You came," said Spice. There was no judgement or comment in the two words but Jordyn sensed a certain sadness. "I needed to," he replied. "It's who I am." "I know," said Spice as she looked into his eyes. "I know," she repeated. Then she stepped aside and Jordyn walked into the building. Spice closed the door behind him. "Well we have a lot to do..." *** Jordyn felt pampered and he felt wonderful. Spice had taken him to a room set up as a beauty parlor. He had taken a shower and then she had given him a facial cleanse, a full manicure and pedicure, had washed and styled his hair. It felt great! Then he had stripped for her and Spice had begun to dress him in the outfit she had so carefully curated for him. She knew just what would look wonderful on a sweet little femboy like him. First a sheer white crop top, scoop-necked and short-sleeved. Only just extending down to his nipples and leaving a wonderful expanse of flat, pale, belly exposed. Those weeks of exercises had surely paid off. Looking down past his navel, past the only slightly faded message written there by Clyde, he saw his thong. He knew it allowed his bubble butt to be displayed to its best and in the front its little white pouch clearly showed the flat outline of his cage. He wore long white leggings that extended up beyond his knees, their top made obvious by three red bands in the material. It felt so different to be dressed like this and it felt so good. So much more the Jordyn who he had always known himself to be. He moved his head and felt the unfamiliar sensation of his clip-on hoop ear-rings moving. Large hoops with sparkling letters around their circumference spelling out 'F - E - M - B - O - Y.' Telling the world just who and what he was. A femboy and more than just a femboy - he was BoiFagBarbie and it felt amazing. He turned his head a little and saw the camera. Such devices had captured his every movement since he had pressed the buzzer outside for admission. Documenting his readiness, no his willingness and enthusiasm, for what was going to happen. Early short scenes in the video that he knew his Owner would be producing. It was exciting to know that men would pay good money to have that recording. Even more exciting to know that his parents would receive their copy free of charge. Jordyn felt very BoiFagBarbie as he simpered and blew a faggy kiss to the camera. That video would do what he had been desperate to achieve for as long as he had been old enough to think about such things. It would tell everyone back home just who he really was. He understood the consequences of that but it was still something that he needed to have happen. "Stop squirming in your seat Jordyn - I need you to keep still." Spice's voice cut into his thoughts. He settled down and let her work her magic. Spice knew just the look which he needed to have. Fake eyelashes, dark eye-liner, blush on his cheeks and a strong pink lipstick. He knew he didn't really need to wear such make-up but it was still important that he did. When he looked in the mirror he still saw a boy but a very special sort of a boy. The sort of boy you only met in the darker corners of an old sea-port, the sort of boy who was available for any man with some money and a hard cock. A boi-whore. "How does that look - is that OK?" Spice was observing him with a judicial air. "It looks fantastic - thanks so much Spice." There was a cough from the doorway and they realised Jerome had been watching them - along with another man, a white guy in his forties who was built like a doorman. Jerome nodded and spoke. "You can go take a break girl." Spice sent Jordyn a look that he couldn't quite decode. Was it concern or a warning or just pity? Jordyn didn't care - he liked Spice but this was what Jordyn had wanted and needed for so long. "Surely looks like a stupid bimbo but has the little faggot got what it takes? The men back there are expecting a good show." That was the white man. "He looks too fucking fragile, too fucking vanilla." "Well, I do know his looks have drawn a crowd. Too many for Clyde's place which is why we are here." Jerome turned his attention to Jordyn. "This here is the Bull. He's supplied the venue tonight - you'd best not let him and me down." "I'll try not," stammered Jordyn. Jerome took a firm step forward and slapped his femboy's face. Not hard enough to stun but surely hard enough to get his attention. "You don't try to do nothing faggot. I don't give refunds on these gigs. You fail to satisfy and the men out there will take it out on your ass you hear me." "Yes sir," sniffled Jordyn. The Bull picked up the envelope Jordyn had brought with him. He removed the two sheets of paper from inside and inspected them, nodding. "Negative for all STDs and for PrEP use. That will get you in the door. Our men will be the same - negative for everything with one notable exception of course. Every stud in there will be HIV positive. No-one's been lying to you about that shit have they?" "No sir - I want Poz men sir, Poz men are so sexy sir." The Bull ran his eyes up and down the slim youthful form of Jordyn and then he nodded. Almost on cue the sound of thumping music was audible through the walls accompanied by a cheer. There were a lot of male voices and Jordyn was well aware that they were all there for him, all there for his sweet tight little virgin hole. Jerome tapped the younger man's cheek gently a couple of times. "You'll do fine. Just get the rest of your outfit on and make sure to prep that hole properly. I want it to get plenty of use before we wreck it tonight. Understood." Jordyn could only nod as he saw his Owner smile and heard the Bull laugh. Neither of them were reassuring reactions and Jordyn felt the panic start to rise up in his chest. The two men left and Jordyn got to work making himself ready. He needed to be at his very best for the men. Minutes later the music's volume was eased down. Jordyn heard a voice through the wall and knew Bull was whipping up the crowd. "Welcome men - we got a special night tonight. We got us a dumb little faggot slut with a virgin unspoiled hole..." A huge cheer drowned out the next few words. "...what we gonna do to this little bitch." A roar of voices were raised in answer. Just a few comments were clear even through the wall. "Mess that pretty boy faggot up good!" "Gonna rip that boi pussy apart!" "Make the stupid fucker wish he was never born!" "Little fag won't stand a fucking chance." There were clearly a lot of men there and their intentions weren't hard to define. Pretty much everything Jordyn had long fantasized about and probably much more. His heart was beating hard and he had to breathe deeply to keep himself steady as he pulled on his last item of clothing. Not quite the usual wedding outfit but this mini-skirt was the same spotless white as the rest of his clothes, representing the classic unspoiled virginity of the bride. Then he sat down and leaned forward to put on his footwear. There were no voices from next door now. Just the 'thump - thump - thump' of boots on the floor and hands on tables and walls. Impatient men, hungry for the tasty morsel that they had been promised. Jordyn's fingers fumbled a little as he tightened the straps on his six-inch 'fuck-me' platform stripper heels. He felt a little light-headed as the door opened and he stood up, tottering on his precarious footwear. Jerome and the Bull rejoined him and each took one of his arms, holding him up despite his instability. "Ready fuck-toy." Jerome had a way of making a question sound like a statement. Jordyn's throat seemed dry and too tight to speak. He merely nodded his assent. The men moved forward almost carrying the smaller and lighter figure of Jordyn Myers between them. "C'mon bitch," growled the Bull, "be sure to make your parents proud." It was a cruel comment but far more relevant than the Bull might have guessed. His parents had made Jordyn who he was and he was here because of all they had done. The young man held his head up and began to move forward under his own power. He walked unsteadily across the floor to the door, followed by the two men, just as the familiar notes of the Wedding March began. ***

Here it is.

Are you clean? I just spent the last 2 fucking hours Douching so I would be clean so I can suck your cock after it comes out of my ass. And now you're such a douche, you can't get hard, thank you so much. Next...

Rick POV He is such a wonderful young man to be with. He is young, hot, handsome and beautiful. And a total slut. His pussy runs his brain. He has no idea how much his body I controlled by his hungry cunt. I have never been with a young man or any man for that matter whose ass controlled so much of their desire. I think I have awakened a monster in him and I am going to feed it and make it want more. I want him so bad. He has given me so much sexual energy that I haven't felt in a long time. I hope I knock him up soon. He doesn't know but I have a very high viral load that is strong. It has also take a toll on me as I try to keep up with his desires and stamina. I love to fuck him, own him and breed him. At the same time fucking him several times a day is testing my stamina. I have a few ideas of other ways to knock him up but will try this route first. He has no idea what's in front of him.

Yesterday I made a trip to Brown Bag Video in Ottawa Illinois. I have only been there one other time and my expectations were not high but I thought I would give it a shot. You pay a clerk the 10 dollar fee and go back to the cinema/lounge where they have about 20 nice sized booths playing preselected videos. Most are not very good. I’m not a big porn consumer but I really don’t like production porn where the men are using condoms. It’s not representative of the sex I have. Anyway.. I walked around the very dark hallways looking in the open rooms to only see a few men standing or sitting on the benches watching the videos. I went into a booth and within a minute an older man with a belly came in to my room and closed the door behind him. I stood up and he grabbed my crotch through my pants and started to unbutton his. He kissed me with a lot of tongue and started pulling down my pants. He turned me around and bent me over. I really like it when a man is Dom so I did as the daddy wanted. He started to eat my pussy with a skill level that let me know it was definitely not his first. After a few minutes he stood me back up and turned me around and told me to suck him. His cock was nice. It was fat and about 7.5 or 8” long. As a seasoned bottom I sucked his cock good and he kept telling me what a good boy I was and to keep doing my job. After several more minutes he stood me up and kissed me again for a few minutes and turned me back around to eat my pussy again. He then asked if I wanted his load and I shook my head yes. He said where do you want daddy’s load and I just spread my cheeks open. He said good boy again and slid his cock in me. He started to piston me slow while telling me how good my cunt felt. I just kept moaning and thanking him. He kept saying what a good boy I was to just be there to take all loads for daddy’s. I said yes sir. He then asked me one more time, where I wanted his load. I said deep in my pussy sir. He did I was a good boy again and said I was going to get it. He then bred me deep. When he seemed to be done I turned around and sucked him clean. He said I was a good boy again and left. This was the first of a few I took yesterday.

As a reasonably hung and very hard top, I do love hearing and seeing my boys squirm and struggle for a bit to take me to the hilt. Early on felt a bit guilty about that until I realized while they never admit to *liking* it per se - they almost always keep coming back for more. So there is a thing there even if you aren't a power bottom.

Yeah, I been eating since 1 was 12 when I started, but I ate when I was 8 , I had a friend that was 13 ,my family and his went to church together and he lured me down to this little hut he built, it was out on the edge of the power lines and hot as hell in there, that was his excuse to get our clothes off, we stripped and he pulled his dick out and said put your lips on it, so I did what I was told, he instructed me on how to suck it and roll my tongue around it, and he cum in my mouth and held my mouth/ jaw shut so id swallow it, after that every Sunday when church was letting out he'd run up to my dad and ask if we were coming to his house after we went to eat, we usually went to eat at our favorite restaurant on Sunday. My dad would say yes were coming over, wayne would look at me and smile like a little devil, he knew and i knew what was gonna happen We'd eat and go to his house and our parents would discuss the Bible, sometimes sing and visit while the kids played, he wasn't playing he was feeding me cum. He said I'll beat you up if you tell, so I didn't tell. Actually I liked it, us in our tighty whitey underwear 💧

Jizz Joy euphoria delivers subduing bottoms into insatiable cumdumpsters.

The following is a true story. It was around Summer 2022 when my phone buzzed with the unmistakable bloop of Grindr going off. I picked up my phone to check and was greeted by messages from Adi. He’s a cute toned 23yo South Indian twink who recently graduated and moved to the area and Throughout the course of chatting, I found he had a kink for interracial and wanted to try Asian cock (That’s why he hit me up). Sadly after chatting a bit more it became apparent that we likely never meet since neither of us could host and he was only into condoms. He would go on to message me every once in a while just to say hi, but nothing would ever come of it since we had no place to meet. Fast forward a year later (Summer 2023), I’m working out at the gym and my phone buzzes, it was Adi once again. This time around, he’s got the house for a few hours and is able to host. Great but only one issue, I recalled that he only plays safe and let him know I can’t stay hard with condoms. He replies with a promising “let’s give it a try and see” and I let him know I was on my way. I knock at the door we quickly make our way to the bedroom before his roommates can spot us. We lay on the bed and start kissing and to my dismay, he pulls out a condom and starts rolling it onto my cock. We kiss a bit more but it becomes clear that I was getting soft, Adi tried sucking on my nipples in an effort to revive my ever softening cock but it’s no use. I whispered to him “take it off” and when he did, my cock sprang back to life. He immediately got on top of me and within seconds my cock slipped into his tight hole. I start to slowly pump his hole and after a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back and he came all over my chest. Every time he tried begging me to pull out I ignored him plunged even deeper inside making him scream in ecstasy. We did this for about 10 minutes and I told him I was close. Instead of pushing me away, he pulled me closer and buried my swollen cock deeper inside until I couldn’t hold back. He screamed in unison with each shot I blasted deep inside, I must have shot about 15 times. My cock slips out and my load spills out. In a sudden wave of post-nut realization that I knocked him up, he ran to the washroom in an attempt to abort my load. Eventually he calmed down and I got dressed and left. Not even 2 hours later, he was messaging me to come back so he could get pregnant with my "Chinese Babies". We would continue as FWBs for years before he moved to another city.

An old fuckbuddy from college was in town for work for the past week and reached out. He’s still hot as hell and still has his massive dick. He was probably my favorite hookup in college and he fucked my first hands-free nut out of me. Big dick top ended up staying with me and he’s been breeding me pretty good. Last night was BDT’s last night in town and we decided to go to the bathhouse. I’m not always in the mood to get fucked with an audience but I was last night. BDT was deep dicking me pretty good and we had an audience, I lost track but ended up with 5 or 6 loads by the end of the night and a couple more on my face. It was one of the best nights of getting fucked I’ve had in a long time. Nothing beats sucking some dick while getting bred by a hung top.

Anyway, once someone asked me if I was clean I responded to him that “yeah, I took a shower before leaving here “🤣🤣🤣

I don’t want to be with anyone who’s high, for my own protection also. I’m blind, and on the small side, so I don’t want to put myself in any possible physical danger from someone who isn’t connected with reality. And, I want to stay connected to reality for the utmost sexual pleasure for me.

Big promises saying you just stick it in and all will be good, but will see how it goes if I ever get my hands on these things. I play a lot with not experienced guys, they want to get fucked but douching is not something they know about. Maybe this works for them. But then I have to convince my curious first time bi guy to have a random ball stuck up his butt, so that is maybe a new problem!

We are very similar in lots of ways, @tallslenderguy. We are very similarly wired erotically. We both go to primary sources on subjects to see what the research or other authoritative sources say and we both provide citations and sources. I very much appreciate your thoughtful and fact-based approach to subjects. I recognized the content was quoted and just scrolled past it without reading more than the first few numbered bullet points, so I can't engage on the content. I appreciate the apology but I don't think there was anything for you to apologize for. I'm just bummed that I don't have tools to manage the content I see better.

Well, as far as I can see this issue, might just as well shove a stick of margarine (do not waste butter) up some guy's breedhole. If the Top doesn't pump his load up the bottom's hole, then both guys got cheated of of a real fuck.

11 minute in heaven is definitely how I describe what happened a few days ago. We didn't have much time but I greeted my Daddy and had on a jock strap. He got naked quick and I was on my knees sucking his cock. He was already hard anyways but I bent over and he fucked me doggy style until he bred me. He fucked me a few more times and then flipped me on by back. We both made out some and he fucked me and bred me again. It was probably the quickest we've ever fucked but we were both needing it and short on time. Later in the evening I went out to a cumunion event. It was okay. Ran into a verse daddy I played with before and he said we'd flip flop but didn't end up happening. I did run into a Top I play with semi regularly and I sucked him and he fucked me. We both fucked a bottom next to each other which was hot. I did end up fucking the verse daddy but not breeding him. He bred some other bottom and left. I saw a very sexy bearded daddy cruise me in the locker area. When we went to the main room we both kissed and made out very passionately. I sucked his nipples too and he played with mine. He had a lock chastity on his cock so I already knew the role he was in. I put him on all fours and fucked him. His ass felt great he didn't seem like he had any loads it was somewhat tight but nice and warm. I was more and happy to breed this sexy bear I fucked him until I shot a huge load in him. We kissed afterwards and then I left the event afterwards. I decided to go to a bar afterwards. This was the best decision. It was kinda dead but that's to be expected. I went to the backroom and saw a hot bearcub being fucked by a daddy bear. I took out my cock and started jacking it. The daddy bear top noticed me and motioned me over. He took his cock out of the bear cub and put his cock in the bear cubs's mouth so his hole was available. I fucked the bear cub on his back and he had a nice hole. We swapped back and forth a few times until the daddy bear bred him. I fucked the bear cub for a bit aftrerwards but then wandered off. He was a horny and determined bear cub he found me a few times and wanted me to fuck him some more and I did a few more times. I was determined to save my load for..someone else perhaps? An older Daddy came in and I started kissing and played with him. We sucked each other a little bit and then a tall large geeky bear entered. He was very passionate and I made out with him and played with his nipples and body and sucked him. I bent over and he fucked me. He had a nice dick very thick and curved. I took his cock well and enjoyed him fucking me. After he fucked me for a bit he pulled out and played with some other guys. Another cock entered me it was a nice thick too. This man fucked me for a good bit and glad I had lots of poppers on hand. After he fucked me I noticed a cute pup outside in blue. He said hi and cruised me a little bit. I went back inside to the dark area and saw the guy the Geeky bear fucking someone else. The guy who fucked me after him I saw him too. He was cute he looked younger and had long hair and a little bit of facial hair. He wanted to fuck me some more so I bent over. He fucked me for a good while actually and damn he felt great. He eventually bred me and it was a huge fucking load. Afterwards I went to the urinal to piss and cum was dripping out of my ass. Fucking hot. I walked and cruised a bit and the me and the blue pup were talking. We eventually got outside on the patio and had a great look at him. Pierced, furry, short beard, and great cock with a piercing. I made a move and we made out and fooled around with each other and got into some pup play. I sucked him because I really was curious how his cock would taste with the piercings and because he was hot. It was an incredibly different experience and he actually bent me over and started fucking me. I took a huge hit of poppers and tried to relax with his piercings but I took him. After he fucked me for a bit I bent him over and fucked him. I shot a huge load in him and stayed in him for a bit still fucking him after I bred him. To my surprise he wanted to fuck me again. We went over to a different area and I was bent over and grabbing metal bars while he was fucking the hell out of me. Trying to relax my hole since I just came my hole tightened up a bit. He fucked for me a good bit until he shouted and shot a huge load in me. I asked after if he was verse and he said he wasn't normally. But he said something about me really turned him on made him want to fuck. All while this was going on there was an older guy in a barret a sexy older daddy watching us. He was cruising me hard and I kinda cruised him a few times. He saw all this happen too. After everything closed we made contact as we were leaving. We were both horny so we went off into the woods. He was passionate which I loved and before I knew it I was bent over and my hands against a tree and him fucking me bareback outside. Fucking hot and was not something I thought would happen. He bred me and I sucked his dick afterwards and made out with him some more. He fucked me again and bred me again. And incredibly fun day and night. Some new and fun experiences and meeting sexy new pups and earlier daytime fun. Yeah it was a great day.

Just curious about where do poppers users fit into this equation. They don’t alter my consciousness or anything but certainly help open my hole up and I have much more control of it that way. I find them useless to too or get off with.

Chapter 14 - Preparations and Expectations Jerome thought back to that morning. He had looked into the mirror and seen the slight changes. Were his cheeks just a little more sunken, did his eyes have a little more of a glitter to them? Changes that hadn't been there a few years ago. Part of it was just the passage of time but there was something else beneath that. Not that he was complaining. A lot of the men who had experienced conversion around the time he had were long gone. Some because treatment had come too late, some because they had rejected it. For a certain type of man feeling the presence of the virus in his bloodstream was powerful - for a few of them unchaining that power was ultimately irresistible and then addictive. Jerome knew some things about addiction and its dangers. It had been his career. Supply and demand. This was just another facet of that life. You sought the rewards and you enjoyed the results but there would be casualties - that was undeniably part of the deal. Such things got simpler as time passed. When you understood it was just some people's destiny. PrEP made it all so much easier. It was part of the landscape and everyone understood it. Even the little faggot he had just interviewed. He might play the dumb little slut but he knew. Now if you were offering your unprotected neg hole up to Poz cock then it was for only one reason. Because you were a chaser. Because you understood that was YOUR destiny. It made the role of a man like Jerome much easier - knowing the little femboy slut was just getting what he was always fated to end up getting. Fucked up and fucked up for real. There were a few men who delayed going on medication but Jerome dealt mainly with men of experience and they were in a different category. To be ready for the event they needed some notice. Which was why he had a training program for his young faggots. Mentally and physically preparing them for what was to come. Giving his men the time required. Pills had to be ditched, the ART safeguard removed from their system, the Viral Rebound given time to occur. At this moment he knew there were some men out there recovering from the 'fuck flu'. Jerome himself had been lucky enough to only ever have the mildest symptoms after that first time. Just enough to let him know his body was preparing itself for its mission. Experiencing the acute re-infection, carrying a potent Heavy Viral Load in his blood, experiencing that life-changing power. Addictive was the word for it and like most addictions it carried consequences, potentially dire consequences. Each time you went off the treatment you risked it losing its effectiveness. That potent aspect of yourself becoming dominant, resistant, not taking no for an answer. It was a risk that logically no man should take - but for some men temptation overcame such things. He never encouraged men to start dumping their meds but when men had done it and then came to him, well, just like the little neg sluts there came a point when a person was responsible for their own decisions Every man he had invited would have taken that risk. They'd come off their meds or maybe had never been on them. It was why he didn't let wannabe faggots like young Jordyn back out beyond a certain point. These men had earned their entertainment. They were dedicated breeders - men devoted to their craft, their passion. He would not allow them to be disappointed. It surely wasn't Jerome's first time to the dance. He had lost count of the times he had come off his meds to breed a cute little fucker like Jordyn. Maybe that was why the older man could accept what he had seen in the mirror so readily. His cheek-bones surely were just that little bit more pronounced. Any middle-aged flab he had once carried was gone and now he was starting to maybe lose some muscle. Either the on-off meds had left his system weakened or just maybe his strain had grown more potent and powerful. The result would be the same either way - but fuck it he had been living on house money for thirty years at least. He had no complaints and he still had some time left - there'd still be holes to breed, chasers to introduce to his own personal strain of the bug. The men that counted would all be getting their tests now so they could show proof they had earned their place at the Breaking In Party. A few recent converts but most would be dedicated veteran breeders. Some, like himself, who had maybe gambled with their health a time or two too many. The pics of young Jordyn had drawn a lot of eyeballs and the video he had just shot would ensure a good turn-out. Maybe even those fifty Poz cocks Jordyn had fantasized about for so long. If that did happen the numbers wouldn't really matter. Young Jordyn would be out of it long before it ended, in no shape to count. As for potent Poz nut there'd be no shortage in any case. As he packed away his cameras Jerome felt his cock harden in his pants. He'd been around a long time but he hadn't seen many young faggots finer than Jordyn. The knowledge he was going to breed that cute little hole made it all seem worthwhile. *** "So Clyde what are you thinking?" The unkempt store owner smiled his crooked smile at Jerome. "Hard to be sure - without seeing what's on offer." Jerome understood. "You heard him faggot - strip for the man!" Jordyn had only just put his jeans back on but he knew his place. He carefully removed each item of his clothing trying, and failing, to not notice the hungry stare of the creepy tattoo artist. Soon he was naked and standing in front of his Owner and his Owner's friend. "Isn't he quite something!" That was Clyde, who was almost dribbling at the sight of Jordyn's young flesh. "That skin is just perfect. I could really enjoy myself with this one." He moved closer to Jordyn so that the young femboy could feel the hot excited breath on his body. "So - now you've inspected the merchandise - what do you reckon?" That was Jerome's low, even, voice again. Jordyn knew his Owner was watching his reactions. Jerome had promised him a lot of men but he knew most were more likely to be like Clyde than any sort of a male model. He shivered a little at the prospect, though the store was cool enough to maybe use that as an excuse. It took a moment for him to understand as he watched Clyde run his fingers over the flesh he seemed captivated by. Men like this appreciated beauty in a femboy, especially a femboy who gave himself to them without hesitation or equivocation. Men like Clyde would understand what he needed and would take great pleasure in giving him just that. "When is this little faggot's big night?" Clyde's eyes traced his fingers' passage over the younger man's perfectly flat belly. "Real soon," said Jerome and the words sent a huge surge of excitement and fear through Jordyn's body. Clyde clicked his tongue in disapproval. "No piercings just now then - we wouldn't want this little honey to get any unwanted infections." He paused a moment and then, as if he only then realized what he had said, gave a laugh that Jerome echoed. "If you understand what I'm saying. Still we can play with some temporary jewellery for the moment." He moved to a drawer and opened it to find some small items. "Hold still boy," he said as he reached up to each of the young man's ears. There was a little pain in each lobe but not too much. "Check yourself out," advised Clyde pointing at a mirror. Jordyn did so and saw the ear-rings attached to each of his lobes. Hoops with sparkling letters around the circumference. 'F - E - M - B - O - Y'. He couldn't help gasping a little at the sight. They were so blatant - so revealing of a fact he had kept hidden so long. "It's been a secret for way too long hasn't it Jordyn," said Clyde as he looked into the mirror from behind the femboy. "I know. That's why your coming out has to be such a special occasion. You can unclip these ones but soon I'll pierce you properly and you can wear them forever. The same as these." The tattoo artists hands found Jordyn's naked nips. Watching himself in the mirror Clyde skilfully applied another item to each. This time Jordyn had to wince, there was some real pain from just how tightly the clips clamped his erect nipples. Clyde removed his hands so the young man could see his new adornments properly. Each of the nipple clamps carried an enamelled symbol which Jordyn knew well. The biohazard symbol. He again felt that rush of half-excitement, half-fear, the rush that he had come to crave so much. "They look perfect on you," Clyde almost crooned into Jordyn's ear, "like you were made for them. But you haven't earned them yet. When you have I'll make them permanent too. OK?" "OK," responded Jordyn as he saw the man unclip the nipple clamps and felt that same little stab of pain from each as the blood returned. "I mean - yes please sir." "It won't be long," smiled Clyde. His hand dropped to give the gentlest of touches to the cage that trapped Jordyn's little dicklet. "I like this. Is it true what they say - the smaller the cage the bigger the slut?" "Guess we'll find out soon enough." That was Jerome from where he watched on the other side of the small store. "Any ideas for ink?" "Oh - I got plenty," laughed Clyde. "Lie on the couch there boy - on your front." His Owner was watching and Jordyn knew the rules. An instruction from his Owner's friends was to be obeyed just as certainly as one from Jerome himself. Despite the fun and games during his interview he knew his true role was one of submission to real men. Clyde went and fetched another object and Jordyn felt the cool of liquid on the small of his back. Its focus gently moved and the young man understood. Clyde was writing something on his skin. "Something kinda like that?" Clyde wasn't asking the question of Jordyn. There was a dry chuckle from Jerome. "Seems about right." "Hold it there." A hand on Jordyn's body kept him in place until the artist was finished and was sure the ink was dry. Only then did he order the younger man to turn over. On his back Jordyn could watch Clyde as he drew on the pale flat skin just above Jordyn's caged dicklet. He was using a marker pen - the ink a blunt black against the fair skin. It took a while to understand what Clyde was writing and then it was too late to object. 'FEMBOY CUMDUMP NEG 4 POZ.' Jerome nodded and then quietly made a suggestion to Clyde who added another two lines. 'BOIFAGBARBIE RUIN ME' Again Jordyn felt that combination of intense excitement and nerve-shattering fear. What if someone saw that? "How long will it last?" Jerome's question matched the one rushing through Jordyn's half-panicked mind. "They call it permanent but maybe only two or three weeks. You know how to get the job done really permanent. Should have come to me earlier." "That's time enough for the party," said Jerome, "don't worry I'll be bringing him back afterwards. You can ink him properly then." Jordyn bit down the panic surging inside him - determined not to let down his Owner by showing hesitation or weakness. It was difficult - the fantasy had become so real now and so imminent. "You can get up," said Clyde and then he watched the younger man with a laconic smile as Jordyn tried to see his back in the mirror, to read the obvious black words there. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' The two men had been consulting and Clyde gently held Jordyn steady as he wrote in a date after 'VIRGIN UNTIL'. When Jordyn read it he saw it was a date only ten days away. Just ten days... He was lost in his thoughts and apprehensions and the fact the two men were talking again hardly even registered. "I been thinking..." Clyde was a little hesitant, his voice low. "You got an idea?" Jerome's deep voice also lowered a tone. Clyde moved to a draw and produced a metal object. "Damn," said Jerome. He kept the exclamation low but he needn't have bothered. Jordyn seemed in a world of his own - lost in anticipation of what was just ten days away. "Got me a new PA. Had it a little while," Clyde continued. "They call it the hole wrecker." "Must be fucking heavy - what's it feel like?" "I haven't had the chance to find out yet. Been waiting for the right opportunity." Clyde stroked his chin with its straggling grey beard. He purposefully looked across at Jordyn and then back to Jerome before raising an eyebrow interrogatively. "Well why not," said Jerome, "and in return you'll do your little party trick?" Clyde nodded and the two men shook on it while Jordyn continued in a world almost of his own. Looking into the mirror and reading again and again the words written onto the skin of his perfect little femboy body. Just like a modern Narcissus - just as lovely, just as captivated and just as doomed.

Timmy’s First Ritual Fuck Timmy shuddered, chest low to the floor, his back burning with a ritual pattern of bullwhip marks. Six strokes—two to form an upside down cross and then a big “X” that ran from the front of his shoulder all the way across each of his curvaceous butt cheeks. Cruel titclamps clamped both his nipples and then joined a chain that connected them to a clamp that bit into his sore cock head, keeping it flat against his body. The chain was tight, and cruel little solid silver weights pulled on his tits and sore cock. His little cock was bright red, covered in welts, because his lord and master Dimitri had whipped it with a cock whip before striking it with a whip of electrical wire. Timmy’s body was utterly hairless. Over his time of waiting for seroconversion, every single hair below his neck had been removed by laser, and at the very start of the Ritual, Dimitri had gently and reverently, shaved Timmy’s head. He spoken softly in his beloved boys ears, so softly that none of the other boys could head, “I am going to give you more pain than you’ve ever taken, more pain than I will ever inflict again. It’s essential to our joining—you must offer your body first to the Dark Lord, in the Rites of Pain, before the God of Revelry comes and we celebrate the Rites of Ecstacy.” Timmy had known this all intellectually for weeks, but here and now, with his body covered in welts and his tits and cock in agony, with his hole stuffed by the big metal fist of a life-sized solid-silver replica of Dimitri’s arm that protruded like an obscene tail out of his butt, he was feeling scared. The thing was fucking heavy, and it was held steady by a crazy cart of solid walnut. It was an ancient piece of silverwork, and Dimitri’s Dragon didn’t even remember which of the Crones had gifted it to him. Apparently, it resized itself supernaturally to the size of each new bearers arm, out of sight in one of the Dragon’s many lairs deep in a mountain somewhere in Eastern Europe. Timmy was nearly in tears. He was convinced he was going to be ripped apart by the giant silver diodo, and he didn’t know how he could take anymore pain. Anything his beloved master had done to prepare him, it just wasn’t enough. He wanted to start screaming that he couldn’t do it, but still he stayed put. Partially because kneeling next to him was his best friend of 16 weeks, Jerome’s gorgeous muscle hunk of a boy, Jack, who was tenderly stroking Timmy’s hair—damp from sweat from his long ordeal—and whispering quietly in his ear. As Timmy’s sponsor (and budding best friend), it was Jack’s job to comfort Timmy, to keep him strong, to tell he could do it. Like Timmy, Jack’s pretty blond head of hair was shaven to match his hairless, perfectly muscular fireplug-hunk body—all the other companions, Conrad’s tall lanky party boy, Julio, and Daddy Pedro little former bullfighter, Julio Juan, had also shaven their heads. The taking of a companion was nearly the highest rite in their Brotherhood, and the highest rite an individual Coven could celebrate, and so all of the oldest traditions of submission and servitude had to be observed. All of the companions had been marked at the same time as Timmy, first with the slicing bullwhip marking a pattern, the slaves and their masters chanting—well, the slaves actually yelled/screamed the words, as the whip sliced their flesh, “We offer the Dark Lord this pain as a sacrifice.” Timmy had taken longer than anyone in recent memory to seroconvert. He had gone nearly the whole 12 weeks that represented the biological end-limit of the process. They knew he was poz—modern testing could detect infection within days and Conrad was a world-renowned HIV specialist—but until his conversion he could not be joined. Timmy had to set out two entire lunar cycles, missing the ordinary rites, and feeling uncertain and insecure. He knew he was bonded to Dimitri, but the process was incomplete. The other four Companions in the Coven comforted him as best they could. They remembered the weird feeling of belonging, the bond that was so strong but somehow incomplete, that sense of a missing piece of one’s soul. Timmy had seroconverted in the early morning after the last full moon. Dimitri was not even home yet from the big afterparty, held at the vast club he and his Brothers owned, the world-famous Animal House. When he came home, he wept with joy, kissing Timmy tenderly and whispering sweet nothings in his ear, even as he greased up his massive cock and rammed it home inside the squealing, suffering aching boy. In fact, as Timmy got weaker and more sick over the next two weeks, Dimitri’s libido increased at least three fold, and he fucked Timmy more often and harder than ever, so great was his pleasure that Timmy’s very DNA was submitting to his own. Dimitri had been delayed from his first sweet fuck of his newly toxic boy, be use it It was very common for Covens in large cities to own a gay/queer nightclub and always the best in the the city. These dens of iniquity resolved around the very intersection of sex, drugs, and danger which powered the Brotherhood’s worship of the Janus-faced gods of pain and pleasure. And so, the Animal House was always especially busy and intense on the nights the Covens held their rites. And the music always followed the rhythm of the Coven’s secret worship as the DJ—always a bearer on these special nights—drove the beats in such a way that the club revelers aided and participated in the order’s worship, albeit unknowingly. Those members of the Coven who were not officiating in the rites enjoyed a glittering cocktails and cocaine party in the Coven’s huge public hall, located just a block away from Animal House. It was a gorgeous space, dramatically lit by torchlight, with beautiful tapestries around the walls, and it was always filled with gay luminaries from the city and beyond. Tonight, while Timmy and the others were prepared and then participated in the first of the rites of the Hours of Pain in the secret soundproofed basement, the monthly party was packed with gorgeous men and woman from all over the globe. Ostensibly they were all members of a major animal welfare charity or keen amateur zoologists. This was the reason the non-Cognoscenti, the muggles if you will, were told to explain why so many foreigners were present with gorgeous animal tattoos proudly displayed in their silk or linen togas. One could recognize the Bearers easily by their tattoos, but the Companions were only recognizable to the initiated by the quality of the gold cuffs and crowns they wore. Bearers and their Companions wore priceless antiques worked in solid, shimmering gold, usually with forms in the shape of the animal, with jeweled eyes, whose supernatural life they shared. While Timmy and company were having their cock and balls tortured and their backs sliced up open by cruel whips, many people from the Coven’s leaderships’ past were greeting one another, toasting with champagne and sharing discrete bumps of cocaine in corners—gay police officers were guests, after all. Rory was there, with his gorgeous, very tall very muscular, and very dark, Russian master bearing a Siberian tundra wolf. The wolf’s grey brown coloring contrasted beautifully with the stud’s black, long, curly hair and dark skin. And in a surprise blessing, the Great Stag had sent the Eudaemon twins, Lars and Anders. Rory was regaling his master and a group of intensely handsome Japanese Bearers he’d never met with tales of his days of servitude in the Temple with his arms around his companions during that time, the twins. As the clock approached midnight, the start of the Rites, the festival hall began to clear. A select group of special friends, Bearers and Companions, all male or male-identified of course, for each Coven was segregated by gender—and then a large crowd of Coven members who were not supernaturals stayed behind. The other guests departed en masse for Animal House, just a few blocks away. There they knew the music would be dark and pulsing, as the power of their queer revelry—joined by a supernatural bond to the huge secret hall located directly underneath the huge club’s main dance floor—would help power the Rites of Offering. Once the striking, tall young black slave who was Master of Ceremonies for this party—feeling quite stressed, as he often had Jack by his side for this—had certified that all present bore the elegantly engraved cards of invitation, blood red the color of Dimitri’s dragon’s eyes, and that all the outer and inner doors were locked, he swept back the tapestries along the long back wall revealing the entrance to the subterranean ceremonial space. Inside the tunnel, each guest picked up a flaming torch and began the slow march to the beat of a distant drum. New guests oohed and ahhhed at the quality of the depiction of the Stag’s Great Forest—at 25 years, the Coven was young but it was hugely wealthy—and admired with wonder the enchanted ceiling depicting stars leading towards the shining moon that illuminated the big ceremonial hall. The hall was a large oval, and the walls were decorated with a detailed fresco of a clearing in the Great Stag’s Forest. This would turn from dark night to bright morning when this, the third and final hour of pain, had concluded. In the center of the space was the sacred Pentagram rendered in snowy white against a jet black floor. One man and one bound slave would take a point around the central circle, which due to the nature of tonight’s proceedings would be occupied by Timmy and Dimitri, as they were the absolute focus of the power of these Rites. All around the room sexual energy pulsed. And once the gorgeous black emcee knew everyone was in place he rang the first bell. All around the room the99 men and99 slaves removed their tunics with practiced elegance. Hot male bodies of every size and shape glistened with sexual heat, every cock straining hard, as the men bent and stowed their tunics and priceless gold body ornaments in the big walnut chests. With reverence, the civilian slaves and supernatural Companions removed leather arm bands and wristbands and cock rings from the chest. It was all each leather family’s own gear, placed with great attention to the seating chart, as carefully calculated as any elaborate gay wedding. For that’s what this was, only far more profound. As the slaves arrayed their masters’ bodies in gorgeous, leather gear, they offered small kisses to the body part, a lascivious kiss to a bicep, an adoring kiss to a much-desired Bear belly, or a small light one to a big fat penis so as to not trigger an orgasm. Then, in turn, their masters’ knelt and arrayed their beloved slaves, softly stroking their beautiful bodies and whispering tender words of encouragement. For despite these being highly experienced slaves, some with centuries of BDSM experience, the hour of pain during a high ritual was intense. All of the dark energy produced by the twisted, Tina-fueled thousands of revelers dancing to the darkest club music on earth upstairs at Animal House was already channeling into the walls, building a dark battery to release exactly at the hour of midnight. Individual worship spaces were just big enough for each man and his slave, and just big enough to apply a strap or a tawse, and to weight and torture balls, cocks, or tits. Another bell sounded, and the slaves assumed a position on the apparatus in front of them. It was flexible gear, solid walnut with black leather padding. It could be configured to anything from a fuck bench—perfect for a strapping, or—attached to the ceiling by the chains that hung just above the field of vision—as a sling. Once everyone was settled, the emcee indulged in a dramatic pause, allowing six beats of the drum. Those with supernatural vision could see that the massive crowd of dancers at the nightclub above jad generated a huge battery of dark energy, the walls pulsing to the beat of the drum, ready to be released in a wave of intense pain with the first squeeze of a ball or strike against flesh. The the emcee rang a huge, ancient brass gong, a gift to this temple by the Kyoto Coven were Pedro and Julio had lived in the 1950s as friends of the Coven, helping with the aftermath of World War II. The assembled men chanted “The Dark Lord demands pain,” and then their slaves with leather paddle or ball hammer or punch to nuts. the same time. As the slaves groaned, screamed, and cried out, the walls were visibly throbbing and all the torches, which lined the aisles shifted to red flames and the pentagram also glowed red. Then a door slid open on the wall opposite the entrance and the sacred procession entered. At the head was one of the two civilian (non supernatural) members of the executive leadership of the Coven. Brother Mark was a big, tall muscly-plump bear, with dark golden brown fur, his hairy chest glistening. He carried a large lifelike mask of the Great Stag and he would be high priest tonight, and occupy the top point of the Pentagram, with his bound slave, a tall wiry Otter whose pretty, dark fur had been shaved. Immediately behind him, stood Dimitri, decked out in gorgeous black bejeweled leather gear, his love of fisting indicated in a thick row of rubies on his huge right bicep, his massive cock, somehow harder and more impressive tonight, enclosed in a gorgeous embossed leather cock ring. He carried a leash, which attached to a the wide, uncomfortable collar around Timmy’s head, that forced the gorgeoús slaves face upright as he crawled. Behind Timmy stood Dr. Alex Fontaine, the French-Canadian psychiatrist who ran the Coven-sponsored center for queer mental health. He was tall, with a commanding Gallic nose and slim, very muscular body. His long thick cock, pierced with a huge Prince Albert, was raging hard. He held the leash of his Chinese-born pain pig slave, Han. (The striking slender African emcee was Brother Alex’s other slave.) Han was bound, as were all the Companions behind him, standing upright, his arms roped tightly behind him, making his massive chest bulge. Like Timmy and his brother offerings, his tits and penis were connected by a weighted chain and alligator clips. The group moved forward until all were just inside the huge room. Then Alex, acting in his capacity as Master of Pain, leaned forward and struck Timmy’s curvy ass with his crop. Timmy shouted, as best he could, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as an offering.” On this words Alex gently but firmly pushed another section of the huge metal dildo into Timmy, stretching his pussy lips even thinner.. Timmy cried out, his face a rictus of pain, and he burst into sweat afresh, as he, like all of the men, was not yet high. Then a gong sounded and all the tops produced a point, holding it high. Lars and Anders stepped forward, into the light carrying a gorgeous box carved with the images of Great Stag. Conrad and Dimitri burst into wide grins, the first experience of anything resembling levity in these solemn proceedings. They quickly schooled their expressions as the twins approached, and stopped in front of the big man playing the role of the Great Stag. They bowed their head sharply then opened the box and presented it to the big man. They said loudly, in unison, “A gift from the Great Stag to honor his special relationship with this Coven.” All around the room those who’d been in the Coven years ago when Conrad took his boy, Julio, there emerged little murmurs of excitement. The big man held the box aloft, inside gleamed dozens of loaded points, glowing with a mix of Tina and the sacred blue fluid of the Great Temple. Those who seen the identical gift given to Conrad knew that there was a point for every slave present. And that underneath, in the many layers of the ancient box, enveloped in gorgeous, ancient, black velvet, would be enough vials of the liquid to keep the Coven supplied for the next six lunar cycles. Several junior coven members appeared now, dressed in discrete black robes, and began distributing a vial to every member of the assembly. It would be consumed after the Great Binding was complete, after the hour of pain was completely and Timmy’s sweet pussy had milked a load from his Lord Dimitri, all the supernatural cocks had grown to size, and the Time of Revelry, the worship of all that was hedonistic, was in full swing. All around the room men sighed, it was a good to be associated with a Coven led by two of the Great Stag’s most favored brothers. The entire room gasped, a the twins produced another smaller box, with silver work of ancient beauty and a big onyx and silver spider’s web on top. Rory smiled darkly and squeezed his beloved master Igor’s shoulder hard. Rory knew that was the personal mark of the Twins of the Spiders, the big muscle Germans, born to a long line of the Temples servant, who performed the Rites of Pain with the offerings in the Great Temple. Conrad and Julio also shared a dark smile, as they knew what was inside. The twins nodded at the big man playing the Great Stag, tonight’s High Priest, and he stepped aside. They presented the box to Dimitri. “A gift,” Lars said, “A mark of affection from the Spider Twins for you, Lord Dragon.” Dimitri was already smiling that same dark smile. He knew it was the same as the gift for Conrad had been those many years ago. He bowed his head sharply to Lars and Anders, acknowledging the gift. And opened it, looking at it reverently for a moment. He then held it aloft. Nestled in more black velvet was a an ancient thick needle with a very long and ancient glass and silver syringe. Inside was a quantity of Tina perfectly calibrated to Timmy’s size and level of drug experience. The entire thing was worked with a delicate filigree of silver spiders webs. Inside a substance black as night glowed with an unholy, toxic sexual light. Dimitri held it up, “Behold, the Dark Lord honors my union with the closest thing we can obtain of his own cursed strain.” Dimitri paused and gulped, he knew Timmy would struggle to transition into the Rites of Ecstacy, as the substance inside the vial would bring out his most hidden needs for pain. Getting himself together, Dimitri spoke again loudly, “This is a blood point, drawn at the Great Temple Rites, from the black glowing veins of the Temple offering slave. Drawn at the exact moment he has finally submitted to the total destruction of the Dark Lord, at the second before Dionysus comes to bring him back to light. It is a rare and special gift, for it is very difficult to hold a slave’s arm still as he submits to the ecstacy of the Horn of Plenty’s destruction of his puss, and even harder to time when he submits.” Dimitri sighed, it was a got meant as a kindness, the true reason behind the gift. The slam would transform little Timmy, making him a total pain whore on the level of Han or Rory or Jack, and while it would intensify his suffering, it would also open the door to his lifetime enjoyment of pain and sexual suffering. Lars held out his hand, took Dimitri’s original slam, and said “We will keep this safe for your beloved’s first pleasure slam, at a time you determine during the Rites of Ecstacy, the dark intent and dark prayers uttered during its preparation will only enhance his bond with you, his pleasure, and his joy. You know all this Lord Dragon, be at peace with our Dark Lord, his demands, and his servants.” After Dimitri nodded, his face a mask now without emotion, he handed his original prepared point over to the twins who retreated to their position near the emcee. The gong rang again, and the points were again presented. The entire assembly chanted “With this drug, we connect ourselves to the energies of the Dark Lord, we offer the pain that follows as our sacrifice.” Then points inserted in slave necks, arms, or cocks at precisely the same moment—Covens always acted in strangely connected ways during the Rites—then registered, then pointed, in unison. As the slam hit home, and the needles were withdrawn the men stood and grabbed their instruments of pain. As the assembled slaves started shouting in response to their punishment, the dark energy from the walks began flowing, as a wind blowing, all the torches went out and then sprang back with an even more intense red. Brother Alex, as Master of Pain, unhooked the metal dildo prepared to push it a bit further into the boy. But Timmy, his entire body glowing black with the Dark Lords energy, shouted with great gusto, “Fuck me with thy hard rod, Dark Lord, take my suffering as my offering.” At that his hole stretched wide and the entire length of the dildo slid into his guts, the big metal visible through his perfect white abdomen, like a silver ghostly alien. Despite the ways the dark energy inside him made Timmy crave pain and punishment, he still cried out as the huge tool stretched him deep and had. Then each man in the Pentagram delivered one punishing crack of his bullwhip on the back of his offering. Around the room, pain was inflicted as they all chanted the ritual words. The Procession proceeded apace, stopping six times, for the recitation of the ritual words of offering and the infliction of agony to all the slaves via bullwhip. By the end, all of the offerings were staggering, mouths open and drooling, their minds lost in a euphoria triggered by the big slams and the intense pan they had endured on their sacred journey. Yet somehow they always chanted on cue, saying the ritual words of offering. Finally, they reached the Pentagram and the men and their slaves each took their places. Timmy remained on his hands and knees, in the center point, with Dimitri behind him. The slave was facing forward, as the ritual chants about pain and the Dark Lord continued. The dark wind blew stronger and more powerful, ebbing and flowing with the solemn, beat of the drum. Those with supernatural sight could see the dark energies flowing into the boy, even as his ass and tummy bucked and sagged under the weight of the heavy metal arm embedded inside it and his back bled from his fresh welts. The metal arm inside him now glowed with the same dark light that shone in his veins. Timmy wiggled and struggled, and the arm pushed itself out, so Dimitri slowly pushed it back, then began to actively use the big thing as a dildo, slowly building in tempo, as Timmy groaned and cried out, his face a mask of dark desires. Timmy was in pain, but the dark slam had changed him, made him crave the abuse more than unaltered Tina ever had. Around him, his brother Bearers had been affixed to their punishment benches, flexible apparatuses exacty like those in the audience, while their masters struck their backs and asses with belts, straps, canes, and tawsess. Their eyes were black, as the dark winds used them as focal points, channeling the wind into the lines of the Pentagram, and ending in a swirl above Timmy’s back before entering his soul. Suddenly, a final Gong sounded. The High Priest shouted, “This is the final moment of offering, the last of the Great Hour of Pain. Offer to our Dark Lord your deepest pain.” He then donned the Great Stag mask and picked up his whip. Around Timmy the Bearers and Masters drew bullwhips, and starting striking their slaves, as the slaves shouted and cried out. The dark winds turned blood red, and continued to come from, the walls, from the assembled then into Timmy, channeled through the points of the star and each bearer. Dimitri did not draw his whip, as everyone expected, but instead reached into a box and produced a large ball, at the end of which was a plug. The entire thing gleamed with a thick coating of crystal. He quickly screwed the thing onto the end of the huge dildo jutting from Timmy’s hole, and began to push, driving the replica of his massive fist even deeper into Timmy’s hole. Timmy came fully into himself and began screaming, his face a mask of anguish. As he screamed, he cried, “I offer every part of myself to you Dark Lord, take me.” After the big ball was midway in, Timmy stopped screaming. He lowered his chest to the floor, his arch perfect, and he silently accepted the huge stretch, tears streaming down his face. His veins still coursed with dark black evil blood, his body shuddered in pain. Once the ball was seated, Dimitri picked up his bullwhip and began slowly repeating the brutal pattern of welts on his back drawing a fresh line of blood. Timmy’s back glowed black, so deep was his lost in the Dark Lord’s embrace, that his blood did not run red. With each blow, he screamed, “Pain,” then “Pleasire,” over and over, “Pain” “Pleasure.” When Dimitri had rewelted the boy the ritually required three times he held the whip aloft, and shouted “we beseech thee, seal our bond, we have offered up a great sacrifice of pain.” Suddenly, the enchanted ceiling, which had been swirling with windy skies turned pitch black, and all torches and light were extinguished. The entire crowd held its breath, then their was a crack of red lightening coming from the walls and the flash channeled itself through the offerings—slaves and bearers—and entered Timmy through the huge plug in his hole. For just a second his whole body glowed red, and he convulsed and screamed as the big dildo ficked in and out of his ass six times, as if possessedn, the big monster pulled itself completely out, and then rammed itself to the root of the ball deep inside Timmy’s stretched and now punished hole. The thing glowed with an evil, malignant light, and symbols of dark alchemy flashed in red all along its length. Then, as Timmy screamed in agony his body convulsed and after the sixth hard full fuck from his fist to the end of the huge ball, Timmy’s body expelled the massive heavy dark thing. As if mesmerized, Dimitri moved forward and sank his cock into Timmy’s sloppy, loose, prolapse. The Dark One had sealed their union. The moment Dimitri and Timmy were joined in their unholy union, the Crowd above in Animal House also reached an orgasmically dark moment in a driving house set. The DJ was a Bearer of great antiquity, but who appeared as a tatted, dark haired, daddy of 60. Lord Bull, Marius Maritinelli, was in touch with the proceedings in the chamber below through his supernatural senses. He was shirtless, and his big muscle chest was covered in salt and pepper fur. He had worked the massive crowd into an absolute frenzy that night. Kneeling under the DJ table was a 20-year-old Thai boy, as pretty as they come, who had approached him in the bathroom line before his set. Presently, his pretty red mouth was full of DJ Bull’s huge cock. He’d taken the boy to the green room, filled his hot little pussy with Tina, and then plugged him with a relatively easy plug—he’d be wearing it for all of DJ Bull’s six hour set. He’d carried the boy concealed in a blanket to the DJ booth high above the crowd, and the boy had serviced him, as a fuck hole, a mouth hole, and as a urinal during his set. DJ Bull was famous among DJs for never needing a bathroom break—because DJ Bull ALWAYS had a hot Asian boy or a hot jock handcuffed on his knees for his sets. As Dimitri’s hugely engorged cock entered the delicious, fiery, satanic depths of Timmy’s ass, several things happened at once. For Dimitri and Timmy, that first fuck represented their blessing by the Dark Lord, and the strings that would tie them together for centuries tightened further. At the same time, DJ Bull flipped a switch which gradually brought his driving, fuck-me beats into the Sacred Chamber below. He also, in that exact moment—experienced an earthshattering orgasm of his own down the grasping, velvet throat of the pretty Thai boy. Concurrently, every male in the back room and the maze of Animal House came at precisely the same time. The dancing crowd experienced a surge of dark, ecstatic energy as well, and some of those gurating against each other found that they had creamed their pants in ecstacy. In the chamber beneath, all the men were fucking. Even the emcee, overwhelmed with the dark sexual power, was getting boned—in his case DP’d by Lars and Anders. As they fucked, rhythmically and hard, pounding and pounding to the music, the dark winds began to cease, and slowly, gradually, over the course of about 1/2 hour, the room began to lighten. The enchanted sky turned lighter until it shown a clear blue. Upstairs DJ Bull was transitioning out of Dark House, getting ready for the next DJ. This meant the music in the chamber grew less intense as well, and the mood became more and more ecstatic. It was almost time to worship the God of Revelry. For the experienced guest, looking back on Dimitri and Timmy’s Joining in Pain (the name the brotherhoods thinkers called the last hour of the Rites of Pain when the event celebrated a joining) all would agree it was one of the most powerful they had seen. No one would say it was THE most powerful, as these events were always extremely intense, and every time one attended or participated in one, the first thought was that it was the most intense ever. For Timmy, of course, it was the most powerful experience of his life. Dimitri’s dragon had not been joined in several hundred years, but even he thought it was powerful, almost frighteningly so. Especially since Dimitri had never seen the ball and plug accessory for the metal arm before. Much later, nearly 6 hours, as the entire congregation prepared to decamp to the dance party above, he would remember that in the throes of the Dark Trance Timmy had taken the massive thing after he had pushed its impossible length into the boy. And so Dimitri went to look and found the box. He noted first that that box bore the hallmark of the Twins of the Spider. Inside was a small black card, with white handwriting on it. “A gift from Lord Goat, High Priest of the Undertemple.” The Undertemple was the vast cavernous space beneath the Great Stag’s Temple devoted entirely to worship of only the Dark Lord. Rory had been taken there and disappeared from the Great Temple for four days before Hans, Karl, Lars, and Anders could find and retrieve him. He’d needed an intravenous drip of nutrients, saline, and six vials of the Great Stag’s blue drug to heal him, as the rites in the Undertemple were famously rough on bottom slaves. Upstairs DJ Bull had finished his set, and was making out openly with the naked Thai boy in the DJ booth. DJ Dionysus, Lord Toucan, Ubish Balam Canek, a Mayan bearer with a gorgeous bright toucan tattoo, was slowly and steadily bringing the crowd into joy. Beneath him, a gorgeous Swedish muscle boy knelt, his massive arms bound tight behind him. providing Lord’s Toucans’s massive 12 inch Mayan muscle tool all the love and devotion it inspired. DJ Bull knew he should stay to congratulate the Coven, but he just couldn’t miss the chance to plunder the Thai boy’s pretty hole. So he decided to bring the boy back to his suite, fuck him up and use him, and then bringing him to the Sunday afternoon tea dance in a mask, caged and naked, and bound with a slave collar and leash. That way he could eat some delicious Thai cake and fulfill his obligations to this Coven. Below the dance floor worship of Dionysus was in full swing. The men were all still naked, of course, but most of the leather was removed and replaced with their gold finery. Most men kept a piece of two of leather, especially cock rings, and maybe they’d wear their gold armbands next to their red leather ones. The fucking was rigorous, passionate, and joyful. Some of the masters reclined while their slaves pleasured them and the binary pairings were blurring, with men lying on their backs as two slaves fisted themselves on his mitts while the two fist-riding slaves serviced two other masters’ cocks. Within the Pentagram, though, the master-slave binaries prevailed. Until Timmy brought Dimitri to climax with his pussy while chanting the sacred words, all the wounds of every slave in the room would remain. Dimitri was in no hurry, though. He’d felt orgasm approach and held it off at least twice already. Timmy’s hole was the hottest and most velvety it had ever been, but until all trace of glowing black left the bottom sluts veins, they could not consummate their union under the protection of the God of Pleasure. Dimitri put Timmy on his back, fucking him passionately, engaging with him through kisses and soft words of love, and so gradually, over a 40 minute span, Timmy came back from the dark. As he did, it was like he was suddenly fully aware of just how much pleasure the Greeks massive 14 inches, and how much harder he wanted to be fucked. Now he was fully the little fuck pig Dimitri had creating, demanding “Harder, please, daddy, make my pussy come with your big fat cock. I love your cock my lord, I love you my lord, I love your cock, I love your fist, and love….” Dimitri smiled, pounding harder and deeper, “Say the words, boy, say the words, let both our Gods bless our union.” And so Timmy began the chant, soon taken up by first his brothers, then all the slaves in attendance: “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your hole, fill me your toxic seed.” As he sensed that there was about to be a fiery orgasm, Lord Toucan, DJ Dionysus, began to pound his muscle pigs throat harder. He kept the music happy but slowly turned up a bit of a fuck-me beat, hard, but happy. Below, the energies were flowing, now both blue and black wind blowing, with the enchanted sun shining bright. Then, suddenly, right as every top assembled neared their pinnacle, all light went out, the torches flamed alternated gold and red, and every bearer—whether celebrating in the Pentagsam or not—felt their cocks began to grow, and grown, and grow. Throughout the room bottom slaves shouted as they felt the big tools expand, as all those with supernatural size began to work their way deeper, stretch their boys holes wider, and their ownership of them once more renewed. Timmy was crying out in a mixture of ecstacy and agony, as Dimitri’s dragon cock, perhaps emboldened by all the space the giant metal dildo had created, was growing to nearly double its largest size he’d ever taken. He could feel how the dragon cock pushed and pushed and stretched and stretched. He knew that if his master were to pull out his cock out now, his masters fervent wish to bury his armpit hair in his little slaves butthole would be fulfilled. But he also felt something new, something he had not felt the few other times his magic pussy made his beloved’s cock change shape and grow in size. He understood what the others meant when they said the fuck felt like an exploration, as if its was the dragons way of getting so deep inside him that nothing about Timmy’s body or soul would ever be hidden from his Lord Dimitri. He felt Dimitri fuck and fuck him, not just the man’s massive cock, grotesquely oversized inside him as the Dragon took him, inch by inch, but also Dimitri’s mind and soul fucked him, tearing down his selfhood, possessing it, and then binding his soul and the rest of his days to Dimitri. And then, as Timmy and his brothers continued to chant, Timmy saw the decision the cock demanded he make, and he made it. As Timmy let go, submitted his entire being to Dimitri, his chants became a need, born of dark hunger inside. And then, there was a flash of blue light and Timmy screamed, as suddenly, for just 30 seconds, Dimitri’s cock was replaced by the Great Stag’s horn of plenty. Timmy’s pelvis spasmed and broken open, his hole opened out like a snake’s mouth, and for those thirty seconds Dimitri’s disappeared and the Great Stag and his massive Horn of Plenty fucked him, the Stag smiling at him and raining the blessing of Dionysus on him. It all happened to fast that in the next instant he felt Dimitri’s dragon cock spurt burning, toxic, pleasure inside him. Timmy screamed again, overwhelmed by waves and waves of ecstacy, his boypuss rolling and roiling with orgasm after orgasm. Then, Timmy’s cock suddenly got rock hard and startingspewing rope after rope of cum, Timmy felt it: the path to his beloved’s mind and soul. Feeling the connection he craved like heroin finally completed, Dimitri broke into a joyful smile, and still fucking—and coming—in the hottest ass he’d ever fucked, he leaned down, removed the collar, brought his boys face up, making out with him as tears of joy ran down their faces. The Hour of Revelry lasted just a formal hour, before it began to be less a sacred sexual ritual and more of a joyful celebratory orgy, of the kind that any open minded gay couple might host with their friends on their own nuptials. Most people stayed around for two to three hours. It was, of course, a great honor to be invited to fuck the newly bound, and Dimitri and Conrad delighted in helping Timmy- who was in a dreamy smiley state, intoxicated by the blue drug, looking for all the world like a boy who’s done some super high quality x—select the men he wanted. He of course invited Brother Mark and Brother Alex to fuck him first. Not only was it protocol, as they were the highest civilians in their Coven, but he’d enjoyed a long weekend serving each of them over the last weeks and found them both incredibly hot. He then asked for Rory’s Russian, and then asked Jack, Julio, and Julio Juan to select a personal favorite for his next fuck. It escaped no one that Jack chose a top bearer who was his exact twin if Jack were a 6’5” top with a ten inch Irish prick. Everybody knew that Jack himself would eventually become more than Timmy’s friend, but also his fuck buddy (in fact, a pool had started in the Coven the night the two boys met preceding the date). Jerome had felt it, when Timmy and had met those many weeks ago: for the first time in all the years Jerome and Jack had been together, Jack wanted to sink his hard eight inches into Timmy’s womanly ass and rut like a pig. And so Timmy played, freed completely for the first time of shame, and enjoyed directing and managing his pleasure and the pleasure of his friends. He urged Dimitri and Conrad to wander off and plunder whoever they desired, and he thrilled that he could feel Dimitri’s pleasure mixing with his own, even if his Lord was out of sight. Timmy spoke now with a new frankness, his mind transformed by his baptism in the forces of Dark and Light. For instance, he made out with Rory and Rory’s Lord Vlad while Vlad railed him, praising Lord Vlad on his fabulous body, his fabulous uncut cock, and the way the gorgeous hunk power fucked his second ring. He did not blush as man and after man asked if they could fist him. He sweetly told them no, not tonight, but he looked forward to taking their arms at the orgy being held tomorrow early afternoon, as the tea dance wore down. He used the little cards Jack had prepared guaranteeing a fuck or first to the bearer at the party the next night. Finally, reluctantly, the orgy broke up. It was approaching two in the morning and they wanted to present Timmy on the dance floor. There were thousands of men and women from across the globe, members of Covens far and wide, who had not been able to attend either the cocktail party or the sacred Rites. And so Timmy and Dimitri owed it to them to appear. And so the members of the Coven retired to the gorgeous baths, modeled after Greco-Roman ones, but—with the exception of sure shots and rainshower heads— and began and joyful, playful sexy clean up. Soon all were glittering and handsome again, arrayed in fresh dance clothes, tiny shorts in sheer fabrics on slaves, and masculine tight jeans or leathers for Bearers and other masters. Most dropped an ecstacy, and made sure the hidden zipper pockets on their arms and wrist bands, their jock straps contained their nights supply of trail mix or Tina, or Ketamine or all of the above. And then the joyful group began dancing up the sloping passage that joined their temple to the huge VIP area of one of the world’s greatest nightclubs. It was time to celebrate. And Animal Hoise was ready for its hosts. Xxxx

Just bottomed Anon again for this guy I've never seen. He ate me out and tongue fucked me, fingered me and then pushed his bare cock in and fucked me until he shot his load inside me.

Alex gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, the engine humming steadily along the dusty backroad in rural Oregon. At 18, fresh out of high school, he was on a solo road trip to clear his head—away from his overbearing parents and the small-town boredom. Barely five-foot-four and slender as a reed, with messy brown hair and wide, trusting blue eyes, Alex looked younger than his years. He wore a simple t-shirt and shorts, his smooth legs kicking idly as he drove, radio playing some upbeat pop tune. Up ahead, thumb out by a faded signpost, stood a hulking figure. The guy was massive—over six-foot-five, broad-shouldered, with a wild beard streaked in grime and clothes that hung off his frame like rags: a threadbare flannel shirt unbuttoned to reveal a hairy chest, ripped jeans clinging to tree-trunk thighs, and scuffed boots caked in mud. His face was weathered, eyes sharp under bushy brows, a smirk playing on cracked lips. Alex slowed, heart thumping a bit—he'd never picked up a hitchhiker before, but the man looked harmless enough, waving cheerfully. 'Hey, kid! Goin' west?' the stranger called as Alex rolled down the window. His voice was gravelly, laced with a faint Southern drawl. 'Uh, yeah, toward Portland,' Alex replied, biting his lip. 'You need a ride?' The man chuckled, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat, his bulk making the car dip. Up close, he reeked of sweat, campfire smoke, and something earthier—like unwashed skin after days on the road. 'Name's Rex. Appreciate it, buddy. Been walkin' since dawn. You got a kind face.' He extended a massive, callused hand, engulfing Alex's in a firm shake. Alex flushed, starting the car again. 'I'm Alex. No problem. It's a long drive alone.' They chatted lightly—Rex spinning tales of odd jobs and wandering adventures, making Alex laugh with exaggerated stories. The hobo's presence filled the space, his knee brushing Alex's thigh accidentally at first, then lingering. Alex shifted, uncomfortable but polite, not wanting to seem rude. An hour in, Rex scratched at his armpit, wincing. 'Damn, I must stink like a skunk. Haven't had a proper wash in weeks. You mind if we swing by my place? It's just off this exit—got a little shack in the woods. I could use a shower bad, and hell, you look like you could too after this heat.' Alex hesitated, glancing at the clock. It was getting late, and the road was empty. 'Your place? I thought you were hitching...' Rex grinned, all teeth. 'Yeah, I'm between spots, but I keep a crash pad nearby. Nothin' fancy, but there's water and soap. Come on, kid—be a pal. I'll even throw in some cold beers from the fridge.' His eyes twinkled with feigned innocence, but there was a predatory glint Alex missed in his naivety. Against his better judgment, Alex nodded. 'Okay, sure. Why not?' They veered off the highway onto a rutted dirt path, trees closing in like walls. Rex's 'shack' emerged—a dilapidated cabin, roof sagging, windows boarded, surrounded by overgrown weeds. It smelled of damp wood and neglect inside, a single room with a lumpy mattress, a wood stove, and a tiny bathroom tacked on. 'Home sweet home,' Rex boomed, kicking off his boots. 'Shower's through there. You go first, Alex—I'll grab those beers.' Grateful for the courtesy, Alex stripped down in the cramped space, the water sputtering cold at first, then warming. He soaped up quickly, rinsing the road dust from his lithe body, his small cock and balls dangling innocently between pale thighs. Toweling off, he wrapped it around his waist, emerging to find Rex lounging on the mattress, shirtless, a can in hand. 'Here ya go,' Rex said, tossing him a beer. His eyes raked over Alex's slim frame, lingering on the towel's bulge. They clinked cans, Rex downing his in gulps while Alex sipped nervously. The hobo's chest heaved with each breath, dark hair matting down to a treasure trail disappearing into his jeans, which strained against an obvious, massive outline snaking down his leg. Conversation flowed easy at first, but Rex steered it personal—asking about Alex's life, if he'd ever been with anyone. The beer warmed Alex's cheeks, loosening his tongue. 'Nah, not really. I'm... kinda shy.' Rex nodded sympathetically, scooting closer on the mattress, his thigh pressing against Alex's bare one. Before Alex could react, Rex's hand clamped on his shoulder, the other yanking the towel away. 'Shy, huh? Let's fix that.' Alex yelped, scrambling back, but Rex was on him like a freight train—pinning the boy face-down with one arm, the weight crushing his ribs. 'What—stop! Let me go!' Alex gasped, kicking futilely. Rex laughed low, grinding his hips down. Alex felt the monster in those jeans—thick as a wrist, at least ten inches soft, now hardening into a battering ram against his ass. 'Picked you up fair and square, kid. Time to pay the toll.' He ripped open his fly, freeing the beast: a veiny, uncut colossus, purple head oozing precum, balls heavy and low like pendulums. The stench hit Alex—musky, rank from days without washing, foreskin packed with smegma. 'No, please—I'm not gay!' Alex begged, tears springing up as Rex spat on his hand, smearing it roughly between the boy's cheeks. His virgin hole clenched in terror, pink and untouched. Rex ignored the pleas, lining up the fat cockhead and shoving forward. The ring resisted, then tore with a wet pop, Alex's scream ripping through the cabin as inches invaded his guts. 'Fuuuck, tight as a nun,' Rex groaned, hips snapping to bury half his length. Blood trickled immediately, the dry friction shredding delicate tissues. Alex clawed at the mattress, body arching in agony, but Rex pinned his wrists above his head with one massive paw, the other fisting his hair to yank his face up. 'Scream all you want—ain't nobody hearin' out here.' He thrust deeper, the full girth stretching Alex impossibly wide, balls slapping against the boy's taint with each brutal pump. The hobo's sweat dripped onto Alex's back, mixing with the blood seeping from his ruined entrance. Rex fucked like an animal, grunting with effort, his beard scraping the kid's neck as he bit down hard, drawing coppery beads. Alex's insides burned, feeling like they were splitting—prostate mashed, rectum ballooning around the invasion. Rex flipped him onto his back midway, folding Alex's legs to his chest, exposing the obscene sight: his hole gaping around the pistoning shaft, frothy red lube coating the veiny length. 'Look at that pussy open up,' Rex taunted, slamming home to hilt, cockhead battering Alex's depths. The boy sobbed, cock flopping limp on his belly, untouched and shriveled from pain. Rex leaned in, forcing a sloppy kiss, tongue shoving into Alex's mouth, tasting of beer and decay. Pace quickening, Rex's balls tightened, the giant cock swelling thicker. 'Gonna fill you, boy. Breed that cherry hole.' Alex shook his head wildly. 'No—pull out! Condom!' But Rex just laughed, choking him lightly with one hand, the other pinching his nipples raw. With a bellow, he erupted—hot jets of cum blasting deep, flooding Alex's bowels. Rope after rope, the load voluminous, some backflowing out around the seal, mixing with blood into a creamy pink mess. Rex kept pumping through his orgasm, churning the seed until it frothed. 'That's my gift to ya,' he panted, pulling out with a suction pop. Alex's hole winked open, a cavern leaking steadily—cum bubbling out, tinged red. But Rex wasn't done. He straddled the boy's chest, the spent cock—still semi-hard and slick—hovering over his face. 'Clean it.' When Alex turned away, Rex slapped him hard, then forced the head past his lips, gagging him on the bitter cocktail of ass, blood, and semen. Alex retched, but Rex face-fucked him shallowly, wiping the mess on his tongue. 'Good boy. Now, about that pozzin'—I'm HIV positive, kid. Been fuckin' raw for years. You just got a nice, fresh dose pumpin' through your veins.' Alex's eyes widened in horror, choking on the words, but Rex just grinned, stroking himself back to full mast. 'Don't worry, you'll learn to love it. Round two starts now.' He flipped Alex onto his stomach again, mounting him without pause. The second rape was rougher, the cum-lubed hole yielding easier but still tearing afresh with the renewed assault. Rex hammered relentlessly, balls smacking wetly, his weight crushing Alex into the mattress. The boy whimpered, body going limp from shock, feeling the hot load sloshing inside as Rex added more—another creampie, sealing the infection deeper. Hours passed in the dim cabin, Rex using every position: bending Alex over the rickety table, legs spread wide as he reamed from behind; hoisting him against the wall, impaling him mid-air while biting his shoulders bloody; even sitting on the mattress, bouncing the limp boy on his lap like a ragdoll, gravity forcing the cock deeper with each drop. Cum leaked in rivers down Alex's thighs, his hole swollen and prolapsed slightly, a red, puffy ring everted from the abuse. By dawn, Rex had unloaded four times, each spurt a viral payload. Alex lay curled on the floor, shivering, his ass a throbbing ruin—bruised purple, leaking endlessly, abdomen cramping from the invasion. Rex zipped up, tossing a stained blanket over him. 'You can crash here till you sober up. But you're mine now, kid. Drive me wherever after.' Alex sobbed quietly, the weight of violation and infection sinking in, his naive world shattered in one brutal night.

We are what we eat.....if you eat lots of meat and fat or you smoke etc your cum will bare the after-taste. I personally dont find it too tart or bitter - generally its quite tolerable and enjoyable. I really like the creamy, silky texture and the act of taking it. I think once you get past the 'idea' of it you quickly realize its easy to take and an exciting thing to do for your partner. 🏳️‍🌈🌈💦💦

My buddy Shane

Anonymous cum tastes best‼️ Taste the rainbow 🌈

Like OP, I feel euphoric and submissive. There’s something about being mounted and bred like a bitch in heat that makes me feel complete and puts me at ease. That euphoric feeling only makes me want more. Getting that first load in my ass gets me into full on cum junkie mode and all my inhibitions are lifted. After the first load, I’m begging for rougher sex and more verbal abuse from the second guy and every guy after that. I want more and more cum, and I will be used repeatedly until I tap out and physically can’t take any more cock in my ass.

finally succeeded with the pics. here's my own gape compared to a "normal" anus

Although I experimented with drugs a little back in the 90’s, I never experienced the euphoria most talk about in recent posts. I’m sure the drugs are more intense than the “basics” I tried back than. Although I am still curious how it feels, I haven’t sought out anyone specifically into chemises. Honestly, anyone who claimed to be into probably have no interest in someone like me since I can’t provide the chems they seek. I share a lot in common with Jeff238, in that I have always been attracted to Asians and black men. I am an INFJ, so connections can be quite difficult. If I am online searching, I typically list drugs as something they can do, providing they are coherent. For myself, if it happens one day, so be it. If not, I am still good.

You've lived; hit challenges and got through. Yeah we're all susceptible to picking up prior behaviors which hurt us. Helps to know when we're in danger. I'm glad you're here @Poz50something.

The thing I find with drug taking is that, far from enhancing the sexual aspect of bareback, it makes one impervious to the pleasure of human sexual communication. It’s definitely my anti drug attitude but as an observer, having walked into a place that immediately hit one’s nose with cat pee and shit and an unmistakeable smell that I now associate with crystal meth smoke with a layer of dust that was thick and acrid. One participant was there and the lights were on, but nothing was registering. Then another person came in, both completely strung out and I guess, if one is having a meth trip, having a sober individual there kills the trip. I had to get the hell out of there. Well, it did for me. Had to launder my clothes. They stank completely. As someone who broke his sobriety after 20 years, when I used crystal meth last February, I will say this - I am susceptible to using when I am depressed, and last year was particularly difficult because no one came to my place for a massage, and I have discovered that February is a particularly dead month for massage therapists. I blamed myself even though I shouldn’t have. Throughout the trip, I was the one who insisted we hydrate constantly, that we have clear indications that things were getting too intense. I found myself getting annoyed with the scene, especially when my fb was flogging his dead dick like a bunch of limp spaghetti and I decided that my dick wasn’t going to come alive, for all the wishing that it would. Had 3 hours max sleep, ended up hating myself and for a couple of days had to convince myself that life was still worth it. It is common for the down but to feel lethargic, or to hate oneself because the dopamine is all used up after a meth trip. Never fucking again.

“Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Adam yelped as the mysterious man’s cock punched through his hole to bury its self deeper than anything ever had before. Dean’s thick cock had stretched him open enough the man’s girth did not really hurt only stung slightly. He could not believe how good it felt to have another cock inside his now incredibly hungry hole. Jack groaned in pleasure as his thick nine-inches wrapped its self in the barely-legal boy’s spooge lubed fiery hot fuck tunnel. He gazed deep into Adam’s formally bright blue eyes, now dazed and darkened by the Tina wanting forever to remember this moment as he helped poz the newly born cumslut. The nearly hairless twink’s toned skateboarder 5’6”, 120 lbs. body turned him on unbelievably. It reminded him to the first young teen twink he stealthed after discovering his cheating youthful lover had pozzed him. He smoked the boy up after picking him up from a coffee house, taking him to a nearby sleazy motel taking his cherry and his health. Adam started to whimper after the man quickly started to withdraw his dick. “Please don’t stop…you feel so good,” Adam found himself begging the skeleton-like man. “Oh ya the lil’ neg twink slut likes poz raw dick,” Jack laughed loudly as he grinned at the others standing around him watching him begin his assault on the no longer innocent eighteen-year old deflowered virgin twink. “Don’t worry bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with your lil’ boy neg pussy,” he leered at young teen, who didn’t even look legal enough to be in the bathhouse, as he shoved his death stick back in as hard as he could. “Your fuckin’ cunt will be dripping with my poz load soon enough slut.” “Poz load?” The chemmed up eighteen-year old started to ask, before the older skeleton-like man pulled back out and slammed back inside him even harder than before slapping his balls against his upturned smooth ass. The amazing feeling of the anonymous man’s long thick meat distracted him long enough to forget what he was asking the group of men around him as he begged for it harder and faster. The men watching Adam laughed at his naivety at not realizing they were pozzing him. Dean smiled to himself as he realized Adam before the night was out would be begging men to feed him their dirty loads. If by the time all, the men in the room were finished with him and the clueless boy didn’t understand what was going on, he would tell Adam after he was strapped in the sling in the Pig Room when he booty bumped and slammed the teen again. It would be hot watching the tweaked boy beg for the gift to set him free. Adam groaned as he felt the unknown man’s balls slap repeatedly against his ass cheeks. He loved the feeling and sound of them smacking him hard turning him on even more than before. Dean’s dick had stretched him open wide, but this guy was going for depth. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass filled with another dick. He was so lost in the pleasure of the older man’s long thick meat pummeling him; his drugged brain didn’t register the poz talk of the men around him. All he just wanted was to have the man cum inside him as Dean had. He loved the feel of hot, thick, gooey jizz filling his ass. Dean’s load felt unbelievable as a lube helping the older man pound his ass. “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS MUTHA-FUCKIN’ POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” Jack growled loudly as he switched from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure the boy felt every inch of his fuck-tool as he slammed back inside making sure to tear up newly corrupted cumdump. “YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!! COME ON GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!” Adam howled nearly out of his mind from the fucking he was receiving from the older man ravishing his hole. “BEG ME BITCH TO POZ YOUR HOLE,” commanded Jack as he kicked into high gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside the horny tweaked teen. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…BOY…PUSSY!” He demanded punctuating each word with a powerful thrust back inside the teen pinned beneath him. He felt his balls drawing tight as they prepared to fire three days worth of his death seed in the drugged angelic-looking blond twink. “POZ MY NEG BOY PUSSY!!! Adam squealed wanting Jack to fill him with his gooey man-juice, not realizing what he was begging the older man to do to him. In his drugged mind, he thought he was just wanting the man to cum, just as Dean had before in him. Seeing the twisted innocent-looking boy beg for his toxic load pushed Jack over the edge as he pulled out one last time before slamming his pulsing fuck-meat deep back inside the newly-born cumdump. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!! He howled in triumph as his cock fired six powerful jets of poz jizz flooding the previously already filled fuck tunnel. His thick load oozed out from around his impaled fleshy butt-plug. Although, Adam was leaking precum like crazy and he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life his dick wouldn’t get hard. However, the fantastic feelings emanating from his ass distracted him from being concerned about this disturbing fact. Normally he generally was constantly hard when horny. He loved the way the unknown older man’s nine-inch thick cock had felt fucking him. The way he had pulled all the way out before slamming deep back inside him was incredible, Adam hoped the man would fuck him again after the others had fucked him. Adam whimpered as he felt the semi-hard fuck-pole begin to slide from his ass. He wanted the man to stay inside him for as long as possible. The men around him laughed as they watched the exit of the thick cock from him and the flow of jizz from his now gaping hole. “Batter up guys, the slut needs more poz loads by the sound of it,” he chuckled moving out of the way for the next man to mount the twisted twink. “Well I guess it’s me, since they want to spit-roast the cumdump when they gift him,” smiled the 6’7”, 370 lbs. college football jock as he climbed between Adam’s spread legs. Evan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck and help gift one of his favorite wet dreams from when he had been a senior at the same high school. Adam was just a sophomore when Evan first saw him changing in the locker room. He wanted the boy’s tight lil’ ass from the first time he saw Adam bent over drying his ankles by his locker. Unfortunately, Evan had to maintain the image he was straight during High school. He did though manage to fuck a couple of the team managers and towel boys while in school, because they knew he would beat the crap out of them if they ever told anyone what happened. College though turned out to be a different story. Sometimes the parties got so wild everyone was fucking anyone they found, that was how he got pozzed the year before at a college party. Some wealthy alumni threw a party after winning a bowl game, everyone was so wasted he did not think anything of it when the alumni told him some of his friends wanted to meet him and parTy with the man who had scored the winning touchdown. The man escorted him out to a large pool house, which looked more like a regular two-story house. A small, much more intimate party was going on when Evan and the man reached the pool house. About twelve or so men, obviously all former football players were having a goodtime smoking weed, and something else from a glass pipe and drinking when they entered, the living room. They all cheered him when the man introduced him to the men at the party. Somebody handed him a mixed drink, which tasted a little weird, but he didn’t care as each of the men introduced themselves and kept him busy talking about school and the game and his life to that point. It turned out all were alumni of the school and they told him they hoped he would be a positive influence on incoming players, much like they had positive influences on their fellow players. He politely told them he hoped that he could follow their example. They laughed assuring him after that night there would be no doubt in their minds he would definitely have a positive impact on anyone else he wanted in the future. Evan seemed surprised, but secretly pleased there were no women at the gathering. It enabled him to relax and be more himself. He still tried to act straight, while at college parties though he and a few of his buddies from the team had fapped or sucked one another off after a party when they had been horny and unable to pick up any girls. All of the men seemed relaxed and comfortable with one another, at some point, he couldn’t remember when, they had taken off their tee shirts and were now only dressed in their shorts. He found it hard to resist looking at the obvious bulges in their shorts. Several of the men, actually had hardons and were pitching some serious tent in their shorts. This in turn made him hornier than he had been in a longtime. They told him since the season was over they invited him join them in celebrating by smoking a lil’ weed and kick back with them. He hadn’t been able to 420 since high school, so he was excited at the prospect. They passed around a joint at first, but later someone passed him a bong. Jason was having the best time of his life. He was hanging out with a bunch of cool men, who seemed interested in him as much as he was interested in them. He was sitting on the couch talking to one particularly handsome man, when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey Evan, having fun yet?” Evan looked up pleasantly surprised to see his best buddy from the team, Ethan the quarterback standing there giving him a huge grin. He could resist himself standing up giving the smaller 5’ 10”, 160 lbs. player a huge hug and barely managing to stop short of kissing the hot quarterback. The two of them had on more than one occasion after a party had sucked one another off. Ethan had introduced him to the pleasure of having his ass played with while getting a blowjob. “How did you know where to find me?” Evan asked inviting his buddy to join him on the couch. “My Uncle Davis, always throws one of these Positive Impact parties every year. I got to be the guest of honor finally last year, and when he asked me to pick someone to be the guest of honor this year I told him I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you dude,” he smiled reaching out sensually to caress Evan’s mostly smooth chest. “I see you’ve already gotten comfortable, so I guess I better too,’ he giggled. Evan looked down surprised to see he was only wearing his boxers. He couldn’t remember taking off his clothes. He looked back up getting ready to say something to Ethan about being so fucked up he didn’t remember stripping and to apologize to his friend, when he saw Ethan standing there in front of him completely naked, boned out and grinning at him. One of the men was holding a small powerful torch-like lighter under a bulbous glass pipe quickly filling with thick white smoke, while Ethan steadily sucked in its contents. He looked around the room to see how all the men were reacting to the sight of the nineteen-year old naked sophomore. He realized he was the only one wearing any clothes and all of the men were completely boned up, including him. The man sitting next to him offered him a similar glass pipe directing on how to use it, telling him to hold the smoke in as long as he could. Before Evan realized it, he had taken five massive hits from the pipe and finally shared the last one with Ethan, who was by then sitting in his lap. The shotgun quickly turned into a passionate bout of kissing between the two-college football players. When they finally stopped kissing one of the men passed to teammates a couple of pills a piece to take. Evan followed Ethan’s lead and took them without question, before they shared a few more hits of a glass pipe. Evan was unbelievably horny as the result of everything happening to him, whenever he looked around the room when hitting the pipe he saw all the men engaged in all sorts of sexual activity, which in turn made him even hornier. Finally, Ethan climbed off his lap taking his hand and led him to a large upstairs room with a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling. He helped Evan climb into the swing, while some of the men, who had followed them upstairs secured his arms and legs into restraints so he couldn’t move and was now completed exposed and open to them. “Ethan tells me you’re one hell of a cocksucker Evan,” said the man who had led him out to the pool house. He was surprised to see Ethan engaged in a passionate kiss with the man, before sliding down to his knees and taking the older man’s cock in his mouth. “My lil’ nephew cumslut here,” he said pausing as he firmly griped Ethan’s curly locks and started to brutally face-fuck his friend, “told me he thought you would be a perfect addition to our lil’ college brotherhood and I couldn’t agree more especially after your spectacular win today. We’re going to initiate you now into our Positive Impact Brotherhood and you will be a changed man by the time you leave here,” he laughed as Evan felt someone begin to rim him for the first time in his life. The men used him for the remainder of the weekend. Now he was going to do the same to Adam. He couldn’t wait finally to tap Adam’s ass after so many years. Evan doubted Adam remembered him, since he had really bulked out in college and grown his hair longer. He intended to tell Adam who he was once he slid inside his boy cunt. He was certain Adam had been a closet case as he had been and probably fapped to images of his naked body in the shower. Now he was going to make those fantasies a reality. Evan stared down at the chemmed up newly born cumslut grinning. Other than growing a few inches taller and filling out some muscles he looked almost exactly as he had the first day he had seen Adam bent over in the locker room. It was time to show his wet dream what he wanted to do to him that day. “Hey Adam, do you remember me from Robert Lewis?” Evan asked the barely eighteen-year old as he reached down pulling one of Adam’s slender, toned lightly haired legs against his muscular chest, while he pulled the other leg around his waist. Evan wanted to go for maximum penetration with his thick wedged-shaped seven-inches. It took Adam a minute to process what the jock had said to him before he realized who was about to breed him. Evan Brown, who had been a senior when he was a sophomore at Robert Lewis, his high school. He had been a football god, who was recruited to Florida State after graduation. He had several hot and nasty fantasies involving the senior, most of them involving fucking Adam in the showers with some of the other players from the team. This was like a dream come true for him. He couldn’t help himself, “Fuck and breed me please I NEED YOU COCK!!!” Adam begged. The hunger in his ass was growing and it would only be satisfied with more cock loading his ass. “I wanted you to fuck me Evan, since I first saw you in the locker room,” he found himself confessing unexplainably. It was like all his fantasies were coming to the surface and he wanted to tell these men, so they could fulfill each and everyone of them. He felt so nasty and slutty, but found himself enjoying the freedom his thoughts were giving him. Evan teasingly pushed his cockhead against Adam’s now red puffy loose hole coating it with the leaking loads of toxic man-seed. He loved listening to Adam whimper in frustrated desire for his cock. Seeing the twisted teen-slut begging for his fuck tool and load turned him on incredibly. The twink was going to get the fuck he should have gotten so many years before, and he would remember it for the rest of his life. He pulled back watching Adam try to use his one leg wrapped around his thick waist to pull him inside his hungry teen pussy, but he knew the small teen couldn’t budge his more powerful frame. Evan reached down grabbing and opening the film canister of Tina sprinkled some of the powder on his cum coated dick head. He smiled taking out another shard, before pushing it quickly inside the loose fuck hole he was about to inject with his still unmedicated seed. Just as Adam started to moan about the burn of the Tina as it began to melt inside him, Evan slammed his dick balls deep in the now broken in cumslut. “Is this what you wanted Adam?” he growled lustfully at the now impaled teen. If you do then beg for it and make me believe you really wanted my cock in high school I’ll fuck you like I know you wanted it,” he grinned as he ground his buried dick in small circles making Adam moan like a ten-dollar whore. Suddenly his high school fantasy, Evan, yanked his thick cock from his hole. Adam stared in desperation deep into the eyes of the powerfully built football player, who still had him pinned to the bed in the room at the bathhouse. He didn’t care about anything else but getting Evan’s meat back inside him. He would promise or do anything to feel the thick cock buried in his teen pussy, because that was what it was now. A receptacle for men’s cocks and jizz, he couldn’t imagine not ever being fucked again. “OH GOD…PLEASE! PLEASE…FUCK…ME…EVAN!!! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!!!” Adam wailed, begging for Evan’s cock. “I’LL DO ANYTHING…PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!” He cried out in frustration and need for more cock in his now insatiable hungry hole. “Anything?” Evan chuckled looking at all the men surrounding Adam, before looking back down at the desperate chemmed up twink. “Anything at all?” “YES…I PROMISE…ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! PLEASE…FUCK ME…PLEASE!!!” Bending down close to Adam’s baby smooth face, Evan using a loud stage whisper, “I want you to beg me to fuck you full of my HIV positive charged load and poz you.” Adam shuddered as Evan’s request began to process slowly through his drug-addled brain. Had both of the previous men been positive? He remembered Dean, the man who had taken his virginity demanding he beg for his “charged” load. The next man had also made him beg for his “poz” cum, they had purposely fucked him without a rubber and tricked him into wanting their deadly loads. He knew he should stop and leave. Maybe he could get something to help stop it from happening to him. He didn’t want to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. Yet as much as he mentally thought he should leave the bathhouse, his body wanted something else. It wanted to feel more raw cock sliding inside of his ass, filling him with warm, thick, gooey spooge. He couldn’t deny how pleasurable it had been to feel the previous two men pumping their loads in him. Maybe it would be okay for him to take a few poz loads, after all Dean and Evan looked like they were healthy. He whimpered as Evan slipped two fingers in his ass beginning to finger fuck him as he tried to figure out what to do. In the end, the hunger in his ass won out and Adam surrendered to the pleasure his body desired. “Yes do it,” Adam lustfully whispered finally. Evan grinned realizing he won, Adam now would willing surrender his body to the will of the men, who wanted to use him as a cumdump. “Yes do what Adam? You have to tell me what you want,” he continued sliding a third a finger in the teen beneath him making Adam moan loudly. “Adam, you need to tell me what you want or I won’t give you my Johnson.” Adam could barely think straight, as Evan’s pumping fingers stoked the building fire in his ass. He didn’t care what the future held anymore he NEEDED dick and cum filling his ass. He wanted as much as these men could give him. “FUCK ME EVAN!!! GIVE ME YOUR FAT COCK!!!” He finally howled now desperate to get more cock in his boy pussy. Evan laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out even faster of his high school wet dream. “I will when you ask properly like I told you to ask me,” he smiled wickedly at the horny eighteen-year old. Adam knew what he had to do in order to get Evan’s thick cock back inside him. He swallowed a couple of times before completely surrendering himself at last to the men surrounding him. “FUCK…ME…WITH…THAT…POZ…COCK! BREED…ME! GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!!! He yelled out, as he felt Evan’s fingers leave his ass. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ COCK BITCH!!!” Evan roared as he slammed balls deep in a single thrust. He didn’t wait to give Adam anytime to adjust to the deep penetration, he just began to long dick the teen pinned beneath him relentlessly. Adam squealed out in pleasure as he felt Evan ram into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt feeling his high school fap fantasy pounding him. All he could do was lay there moaning and begging for it harder. He started getting turned on even more as Evan started talking dirty to him. The way Evan talked to him about pozzing his ass made him feel and think things he never would have imaged. He wanted Evan to poz him and found himself now begging to be “knocked up” with the football player’s “poz babies”. He wanted the freedom promised to be able to take any hard dick offered him and not to worry, only to enjoy the pleasure. “Hey dude wanna clear off the table there, I want fuck the slut there,” panted a sweat drenched Evan. He wanted to pound Adam even deeper if that was possible. Dean and the others grinned at the young college football player as they moved Dean’s party supplies out of the way. Dean was impressed at how Evan had managed to get Adam to submit to being a poz cumslut. He decided he would get to know the football player a bit better. It would be fun to visit the college boy’s campus and convert a few students with him. If the boy had any brains and wanted a job, he might consider hiring him, so Evan could travel the world pozzing others like Adam. Once Evan saw the table was cleaned off he told Adam to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He then carried the still impaled Adam over to the table and set him down on it. He pushed the eighteen-year old down on the table, before grabbing his legs holding them up as he spread them wide. It was time now to fuck the chemmed up slut. Adam whimpered and begged for Evan’s raw dick as he felt it leave his ass, but he didn’t have to wait for it’s return very long. He grunted loudly as the thick wedge-shaped flesh missile slammed back in hard and fast, before being withdrawn and then rammed back in even more forcefully. Precum flowed from Adam’s semi-hard cock, all over his stomach and groin much like a broken faucet spilling out water. Each complete withdrawal and powerful thrust back in forced even more clear, sticky fluid to pump over like mini climaxes. His eyes rolled-back and drool dripped from his mouth as he became overcome by the brutal fucking being delivered. Evan hated to admit it, but Adam had one of the best boy cunts he had fucked in a long time. He was going to make sure whenever he was home he took the opportunity to tap it. The boy could just take a pounding and still beg for more, he was going to be one well-fucked boy by the time they were finished with him. Hearing the chemmed up fuck-toy beg for his poz load was pushing him almost to his climax. “MUTHA FUCK!!!” Bayed Evan as he began to fire his load deep inside his former high school fap fantasy. “TAKE…MY…POZ…LOAD!!!” Evan panted each word as thick toxic man-batter filled Adam’s already flooded boy cunt. “Oh fuck,” babbled Adam as he felt each pulse of the thick cock buried inside his fuck tunnel. He lay there on the table panting covered in sweat enjoying the feeling of a HIV positive cock giving him the gift of freedom. He couldn’t help himself reaching up, once again wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck pulling him down towards his mouth. The two boys engaged in a short bout of passionate kissing, before Adam released Evan. “Who’s next?” He asked lustfully grinning at the men slowly stroking their cocks as they watched he and Evan pull apart and a flood of jizz flow out his now gaping fuck hole.

here is part 2 finally enjoy =) LOST INNOCENSE AT THE BATHOUSE PART 2 Dean wanted to see Adam’s expression when he first entered him with his bare cock. He never told any of them though what they would actually be getting, but he loved making them beg for him to pump their asses full of his loads. It was a massive turn on to him for the boys, who he pozzed, to see and willingly accept that he was fucking them raw. He was planning on making sure Adam’s first time was going to be something he would never forget. It would be a night of firsts for the eighteen year old teen. First time with smoking Tina, first booty bump, first time being fucked, first load of charged dirty seed, first slam, and finally his first gangbang. Dean put on a porn vid showing a barely legal twink being rimmed by an older daddy type, before climbing between Adam’s legs. He figured the vid would distract Adam, while he got him prepped for his fucking. He tossed the T-laced warming lube on the bed, along with a film canister loaded with Tina shards and powder, plus a can of Maximum Impact and one of his old dirty jocks to spray it on. Adam moaned when Dean grabbed his legs and bent them back towards his head and started to rim him with tongue. He loved the feel of Dean’s five o’clock shadow on his hairless hole whenever Dean pulled back and rubbed his chin and cheeks on it. The boy was going crazy with lust; he had never felt like this before when he had smoked pot. It felt like his body screaming, “It’s finally time to get laid! You’ve been waiting long enough.” The eighteen year old twink’s moans were turning Dean something fierce. His thick eight inches started to ooze pre-cum like water pouring from a faucet. Dean wished he could use just his pre-cum to fuck Adam, but he knew the young virgin boy wasn’t ready for that yet. Maybe if he was lucky he would tweak Adam up one more time and just use pre-cum to fuck him with before he left town. Dean poured some of his “T” laced warming lube on Adam’s hole and began to work it into the boy’s ass stretching it for his entry. He knew Adam wouldn’t notice the initial burn of the Tina in the warming lube as he got his ass stretched. The young kid would just think it was his virgin ass being stretched wider and wider to take Dean’s thick man spike. He gave a silent thanks to whatever chemist developed the warming lube it made it so much easier to stealth guys with. “OH GAWD!!!! OH GAWD!!! OH GAWD!!!” seemed to be Adam’s new mantra as Dean worked first one finger, then a second finger in his now blooming teen rose hole. His ass couldn’t seem to get enough of Dean’s fingers, it wanted more and more inside him. “That’s what’s gonna happen to you shortly Adam,” he said motioning Adam to look over at the video screen as he pulled his fingers out. He smiled as the teen’s ass stayed open a bit before slowly closing. It was as if it was begging for Dean to continue working it with his fingers. While Adam was distracted Dean opened the film canister and pulled out a nice sized shard of “T” to booty bump the unsuspecting eighteen year old who was about to take his first of many poz loads up his tight lil’ ass. Adam, who was already really turned on by the joint and fingering his ass had received from Dean, was starting go into overdrove with lust as he watched the older daddy begin to slide his hard raw cock into the twink on screen. Soon another daddy joined the scene and started face fucking the twink as the other one used the boy’s ass. Adam started wishing he was the kid in the video. It just looked so fucking hot. As Adam watched the raw cock work the teen’s ass he almost wished Dean would do that to him. Yet he knew it was safer to have the top covered that’s why he had his baggie of rubbers with him. Wait! Did he remember to bring the bag from patio when he followed Dean into his room? He couldn’t remember if he did or not, but before he could say anything he gasped as the older man’s fingers entered his ass again. Dean grinned as he added a third finger to Adam’s ass pushing the shard inside with his fingers. He began tearing into the teen’s fuck tunnel with his fingers as he worked the shard in. He wanted to make sure the boy’s hole was torn up enough to take his toxic seed and start the pozzing process. He knew his PA would cause more damage once he began fucking the boy, but liked to make sure he was doing the job thoroughly. “Shit! That hurts,” moaned Adam as he felt like Dean was ripping up his ass. “Shh, babe just making sure you’re nice and stretched so it won’t hurt as much as I slide this beef stick in that lil pussy of yours,” Dean said with an evil smirk that was lost on Adam. Before long Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s fingers felt inside him. He needed more inside him. It was like his ass wouldn’t be satisfied until it was getting fucked. “SHIT MAN!!!! COME ON!!!! GIVE ME THAT FAT DICK!!! FUCK ME!!!! COME ON FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH!!!!!” Adam couldn’t believe he was begging this older 6’, 285 lbs. daddy to fuck his 5’6”, 120lbs. eighteen year old body like he was a girl. What was coming over him? He needed to be fucked bad, really bad. He needed to feel that eight inch, red bull thick, huge mushroom headed, pierced cock fucking him like the twink in the video. Dean grinned down at the virgin boy he was about to fuck and breed full of his toxic seed. He always stopped taking his meds about a week before he went out to the baths to make sure he was primed to stealth young hot twinks. “Here sniff on this Adam while I finish getting ready to pop that cherry of yours,” Dean said reaching down and spraying his dirty three week old jock with a large amount of Maximum Impact. Once the jock covered Adam’s face Dean got up and opened the door to his room completely so others could see Adam lose his cherry to his raw fuck stix. He quickly climbed back on the bed lubing his dick with more of the “T” tainted warming gel and sprinkled his huge mushroom head with some “T” powder. He pulled the dirty jock off Adam’s face one more time and sprayed it again before placing it back on the boy’s face. This time he didn’t cover Adam’s eyes. He wanted to watch the boy’s expression as he felt Dean’s raw cock enter his tight ass. Adam was flying from the stuff Dean had made him smell in the dirty jock as he felt the older man begin to push on his hole. It was painful despite all the finger work Dean had done on him, but he wanted it really, bad. Dean was waiting for him to open up a bit more. As tempted as he was just to rip the hell out of the virgin boy, he wanted Adam to be so tweaked and into the fuck he wouldn’t realize or care how abused his hole was as each and every guy used it in the pig sling room later. As soon as he did that his ass relaxed and opened enough for Dean’s huge mushroom cap to enter where nothing had entered before except a few fingers. “FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Adam yelped loudly as Dean entered and paused. Adam began to pant rapidly from the intrusion of the massively thick cock. At first he didn’t think he could take it, but the longer Dean held it there the better it felt. He was starting to want more of this daddy’s thick eight inches buried in his ass. Dean sprayed the jock one more time dropping back over the boy’s nose and mouth, leaving his eyes uncovered so he could watch Adam’s eyes as a new poz cum slut was born. He waited until he was certain Adam was flying, before beginning to push deeper inside the no longer virgin boy. He knew in a matter of minutes once he was buried deep inside Adam and began his slow fucking the boy would be in total slut mode. He could already sense a couple guys standing outside the door watching. Once Adam was in full slut mode he would invite them in to watch and join in. But before he did that he was going to make the boy know he was being fucked raw and beg like a good lil’ slut for Dean’s load. Dean began to force his cock deeper and deeper into Adam making the innocent boy moan loader with each inch that sank into his neg ass. He loved how hot and tight his new bitch’s ass felt on his poz meat spike. He was looking forward to contrasting this feel with the one he would give Adam before helping the boy dress at the end of the fuckfest. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to have a cock buried in his ass. He wished he had started earlier if he had known it felt this good. “FUCK MAN!!! THIS FEELS SO GOOD!” Adam moaned loudly. “I haven’t even started yet slut, wait ‘til I get I start pumping your sweet lil’ pussy and breed it.” Dean chuckled, beginning to pull out and shove his dick back in the teen beneath him. He was quickly pulling almost out before slamming back in Adam. “SHIT!!! OH FUCK!!!! YES!!!!” Adam began chanting over and over as Dean picked up speed fucking the eighteen year old harder and harder. He started pushing back to meet each downward thrust. This was so fucking good Adam thought. He wanted more and more of Dean’s cock. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He loved the thick meat pounding him and really loved how the PA felt on his prostrate each time it hit his boy button. Once Dean was sure Adam was really getting into the fuck he decided it was time to let the twink know he was being fucked raw. He reached down and grabbed one of Adam’s hands and brought it back to his cunt which was still being pounded by Dean. “Here bitch feel how good my fuck stix feels going in your sweet pussy,” he said grinning as he wrapped Adam’s hand around the slick meat spike working his ass. “You’re taking it like the good fucking slut you are.” Adam couldn’t believe this thick piece of man meat was making him feel so good. He was enjoying the feel of the thick tool working his ass, when he realized he didn’t feel the bottom of the rubber. He began running his hand up and down Dean’s cock shaft searching for the rubber, but there was none. His eyes widen as he realized he was being barebacked. No this was wrong he had to get Dean to stop and put one on! “You’re not wearing a rubber! You gotta stop and put one on! Please stop Dean!” Adam begged. Dean loved the shocked expression of Adam as he realized his was being barebacked. Now it was time to make him beg for Dean’s load to be pumping in his slut boy pussy. “You didn’t ask for one when we started and I’m not stopping ‘til I load that cunt of yours with my jizz. Besides I never wear a condom it feels better raw. Besides you were enjoying it before you knew you were getting it raw up your slut ass,” with that he started long dicking Adam hard and fast. Every once in a while he would pull completely out before slamming back in deep and hard. The overwhelming sensation of skin against skin quickly Adam made forget about Dean fucking him bareback. Dean was right it felt so good and he was once again moaning and begging for Dean’s cock. If being fucked raw felt this good, then covered must not be that good. He then vaguely remembered guy friends saying fucking a girl bareback was a thousand times better than wearing a rubber. So maybe it was okay to be fucked by Dean like this. “SHIT!!!! FUCK ME!!!! HARDER!!!!! FUCK ME!!!!! HARDER!!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!!” Adam howled as he was getting turned on more and more. He needed it bad and wanted to get as much dick as possible in him. He had never imagined he would ever feel like this in his life. Adam never wanted it to stop. “See bitch, you like it raw don’t ya?” Dean asked as he continued to pummel Adam’s pussy. “YES!!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!!!!” “You want my charged load huh bitch?” Dean asked with an evil smile realizing Adam didn’t know what he was asking. “FUCK YES!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! BREED ME WITH IT!!!!” Adam demanded being totally lost in lust now from the “T”. He wanted to feel this daddy’s load being pumped inside him. He no longer cared about a rubber only being fucked as much as possible. Adam couldn’t believe how energized he was getting fucked by Dean. This could go on forever as so far as he was concerned. He was pushing back to get more of Dean inside him. “Hell ya cunt I’m gonna fill your fucking pussy with my charged jizz slut,” “FUCK YA!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!! I WANT YOUR LOAD!!!!” Feeling his balls starting to tingle as he punch fucked Adam, Dean asked the boy, “You want my charged load? Well fucking beg for me to charge your cunt with my load,” Dean commanded the still innocent boy. “FUCKIN’ CHARGE MY ASS!!!!” Adam practically howled going crazy from the fucking he was getting. He didn’t understand what was about to happen to him. He was getting ready to take his first poz load of his life and had been tricked into begging for Dean to poz him. “FUCK YA!!! SLUT!!!!! I’M!!!! GONNA!!! CHARGE!!! THAT!!!! SLUT!!!! CUNT!!!” Yelled Dean as he completely pulled out of Adam’s boy pussy before slamming back into it as hard as he could slamming his churning balls against the boy’s hairless ass. His knew his PA was doing more damage to Adam’s no longer virgin fuck tunnel as he buried it deep as he began to fire volley after volley into Adam. “SHIT!!!! CUMMING!!!! TAKE MY CHARGED!!! LOAD!!!!! IN YOUR!!!! NEG CUNT!!!! SLUT!!!!!!!” Dean howled as he began pumping his load deep into Adam. He began lubing the boy’s raw and damaged fuck tunnel with long slow in and out strokes. He wanted to make sure he worked his toxic load in good and deep into the no longer neg teen. Adam couldn’t believe how good Dean’s load felt inside him. He loved the warm thick gooey man juice coating his colon. He wanted more dicks in him so he could keep enjoying this amazing feeling in his ass. Without thinking about it, Adam started working his ass muscles trying to milk Dean’s wonderful jizz out of his thick eight inch man cock. Dean looked back at the door recognizing one of the four men at the door who had been watching Adam take his first poz load of his life. He grinned at Jack, his friend, motioning with his head at the small toiletries bag on top of his clothes. Dean kept pumping his still hard cock in and out of Adam keeping him distracted from Jack entering the room and opening the bag. Jack understood what Dean wanted to do to the fucking hot twink he had picked up and breed with his toxic seed. Inside the bag were several prepared points. He pulled one out and waited as Dean pulled the dirty jock off the boy’s face. He grinned as soon as he got a good like at the twink. He loved the fact that the boy looked like he was barely sixteen, but knew he had to be at least eighteen. The bath would never risk its license by letting underage boys in. This was going to be hot doing this boy, who looked so young, almost like doing the real thing. Dean knew Jack would help him slam Adam. Once that was accomplished he would let Jack and the other guys at the door take turns before giving Adam another slam and booty bump. Then the no longer innocent eighteen year old would be led the pig sling room where he would spend the rest of the night and possibly a big chunk of the next day being gangbanged by everyone and anyone who wanted a go at his no longer cherry boy ass. Adam was in for the time of his life. Dean sprayed his jock with another big hit of Maximum Impact before dropping it on Adam’s face covering it completely again. As soon as he did Jack hurried over with the point and a rubber tube. They quickly tied it on the flying boy’s arm and stuck him making sure they didn’t get a bubble before injecting it in. Once the syringe was empty they pulled off the rubber tube and waited. Adam was flying from the stuff on Dean’s jock when he felt something tied tightly on his right arm and a slight prick. The tightness on his arm didn’t last very long before it was released. It almost reminded him of time he had gotten his blood drawn once. Suddenly he felt a warm rush move up his arm and into his chest and throat. For a minute it felt like he couldn’t breathe as his heart was beating like mad, then he coughed hard a few times. After coughing he couldn’t believe how good he felt. He felt so alive and really, really needed to have Dean fuck him more. Hell he wanted any dick now fucking him. He was so fucking horny. His ass and cock were tingling. He started trying to work his ass to let Dean know he was ready for more fucking. “Slut’s ready for you guys now come on in and take a ride. I just popped his sweet lil’ cherry ass,” Adam heard Dean say to someone as he pulled the jock off his face. Adam looked up and saw four naked men standing around him stroking their cocks. They looked like they ranged in age from early twenties to in his sixties. The young guy was a well-built muscle stud sporting a nice wedge shaped seven inch cock, the forty-something guy standing next to Dean was a tall Skelton-like man with a thick nine inch long cock. The other two sixty-something men were heavy set bearded bears sporting a couple of very thick six and half and seven inch cocks. Jack was a forty-five year old poz top, who had stopped taking meds a few years back, was leering and drooling at the prospect of pumping his death seed into Adam. His twink ex-boyfriend had cheated on him with another guy more than ten years before and ended up infected him with the virus as a result. He did the whole meds thing for a while, but finally in the end said fuck it. He decided he would share the gift his ex-boyfriend had given him with as many twink boys as he could. His big nine inch death stix usually tempted many drunk, stoned or tweaking fools into letting him breed their asses with his death seed. “These guys enjoyed the show slut and want to take a ride in that hot pussy you have there. I know you’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling that sweet lil’ twat of yours with their charged loads, right cunt?” Dean said as he slid his cock in and out a couple more times the now tweaking cum dump he had just created. This caused Adam to moan before pulling it completely out leaving the eighteen year old wanting more cocks in his now gaping hole. “FUCK YES!!!! I NEED MORE COCK!!!! Breed me!!!!” Adam begged as his ass told him it desperately needed more cock. He couldn’t understand what was coming over him. He had never been this horny in his life. He had to get as much cock in his ass as possible. Dean grabbed something from his small black bag before returning to Adam with a bottle of water. In the meantime Jack climbed on the bed and positioned himself between Adam’s legs. He waited patiently teasing Adam’s still slightly open fuck hole that had started to ooze out some of Dean’s toxic load. Dean offered the now uninhibited twink two Viagra and “X” tablet along with a bottle of water. Dean sprayed some more Maximum Impact on his jock and dropped it back on the boy’s nose and mouth. “Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.”