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I slept for the rest of the day. My hole was sore and I felt like garbage for sinking that low. I had begged him to fuck me, literally cried for it! I ate my own load, licked his body clean…and I fucking loved every second of it. And the fact that it had been filmed, other people were going to see it… It should have disgusted me but instead it just turned me on more. When I didn’t come down for breakfast Rachel came and found me. I had the covers thrown over my head, wishing the world would just go away. “Anyone alive in there?” She asked. “Please leave me alone,” I whined, hating how weak I sounded. She pulled the covers off of me, I looked up at her, ready to protest. She had on a strip of cloth that was pretending to be a shirt. All it did was cover her nipples, the rest of her beautiful tits were on display. She was wearing a pair of jeans that looked spray painted on and her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, looking like a horse’s tail. She was incredible. “Sean, you know I love you right?” I nodded. “So when I say this I say it out of love ok?” Another nod. “You ever tell me what to do again and I will cut off your balls and make you eat them for breakfast ok?” Her voice never got louder, never got shrill, it was the same, friendly tone she always used. Except I could tell she meant every word of what she just said. “Yes ma’am,” I answered meekly. She smiled and just like that she was normal again, “Great, come downstairs and eat. Growing boy like you needs his calories.” She got up and walked out, “And that means now.” I got out of bed and jumped in the shower. My ass was sore as fuck, I honestly think he tore something when he fucked me. A flash of him over me, that cock pounding my ass, the sensation of it filling me up completely… My cock twitched and I groaned, fuck I was STILL turned on by it. I dried off, threw on some clothes and headed down. Shayne and her were at the table talking, once again there was enough food to feed an army on the table. She looked up and smiled, “Dig in and then we can talk business.” I nodded as I filled my plate. I was hungry, I had just crashed after the shoot last night, so it had been a good 12 hours since I ate anything, and even then I had been eating almost nothing to get ready for the shoot. So I put three of everything and started to chow down. They kept talking about whatever as I ate, the food hit my stomach and I started to feel better. I downed two glasses of orang juice and finished my eggs. “You better?” I nodded, still chewing. “Good, so one, you were incredible yesterday. I think that was easily one of the best shoots I’ve ever seen. We’re editing it now, should be good to go by tonight. Because you did such a good job I am giving you a bonus for going above and beyond.” She pulled out a brand new iPhone and slid it across to me. “Open it up.” I slid it open and a website was pulled up, it looked like a bank account. In it was 17,000! I looked up at her in shock. “That’s what you’ve earned so far, that account is under your name and social, you can do whatever you want with it. Every time you shoot a scene or fool around in the house, you’ll get a deposit there. Good?” I nodded, I never had this much money at the same time. “Good, so that’s done. Second, to promote the scene we’re going to put you in the hot room for a live broadcast.” “Hot room?” Shayne said, “It’s a room that’s filled with cameras, you have a ear piece and and screens and people are paying to talk to you. The more you do the more they bid and the more money you make.” “Bid?” Rachel leaned forward, “There is a list of things, and the money amount for you to do them. People bid on them, and if they pony up the cash you do it. Some of the guys have walked out of there with close to 10 grand.” 10 grand? In a night? “If you get a whale in there, you can make bank man,” Shayne added. “Whale?” “The people who bid on you are usually normal people. They will pay up to 50-100 bucks to talk to you and ask you to do stuff. But a whale is someone who will drop own thousands of dollars to get certain things done. If one of those wanders into your chat room you’re set because they don’t fuck around.” “And the longer you stay in the more money you make,” Rachel explained. They have to pay based on the time, so the first hour is x amount and every hour after that it goes up. So at the end you’ll only have high paying people in your room, and that is when you cash out.” Wow this sounds like a lot of money, I could use that. “It’s going to take place the day after your scene with Ezra hits. So a lot of them will be curious to meet and talk with you. You ok with that?” I nodded and then asked, “What if I said no?” Rachel laughed, “I’d convince you otherwise.” I smiled but she didn’t, and I felt a chill run down my spine. “And lastly, your reward.” I looked down at the phone and then to her, “More?” She smiled, “Did you forget you get to fuck me?” You know I had. She laughed as my face lit up “Tonight, be clean and ready at eight, ok?” “Yes ma’am.” She smiled, “I like that ma’am shit a lot,” she finished her drink and stood up, “Ok you boys play nice, and I will see you tonight.” She walked out and we both watched her leave. Shayne looked at me with a wolf’s smile, “Excited?” I nodded, goofy grin on my face. “So you’re rich, wanna go shopping?” He was right, I am rich! “Can we go grab some clothes?” “Bud we can do anything you want.” I liked the sound of that. “Let me change and we’l hit the stores.” “Kickass!” About twenty mints later Shayne came back down, talking to someone on his phone. “Ok cool, yeah leaving now. Awesome see ya.” He looked at me, “Ready?” I nodded, “Who was that?” “Friends of mine, wanted to know when we would be back.” “Ok cool, so where to?” “You my friend need some clothes like a crack addict need a rock. There’s an A&F at the mall, let’s go hit that and buy them out.” “I am down for that,” I said as we walked to his car. God this Mustang was fucking sweet. I longed for one and then remembered, with the cash I was making I could buy one as well. That cheered me up as we drove into town. There was a mid sized mall, it looked pretty empty which made sense. Businesses were open but not a lot of people were braving the outdoors yet. When we walked in the place looked deserted, just some family wandering around looking lost. “It’s over here,” he said taking a right. I followed, not believing I had 17 grand to my name. It felt like it was fucking Christmas. The store was easy to find, there was this fucking shirtless muscle stud out front, greeting people as they walked in. Jesus Christ, he was easily as built as I was, short blond hair, serious look, impressive six pack. He gave us a small smile and nodded as we walked in, I bet he got fucking mad pussy doing this. The store was empty save the guy behind the counter and some kid looking through board shorts. The counter guy looked up and smiled, “Welcome to Abercrombie, need any help?” He was a good looking guy too, which figures cause this place doesn’t hire doggos. He was skinny but the way the t-shirt hugged him you could tell he had some muscle mass under there. “My friend is on a shopping spree,” Shayne said patting my back, “So we’ll be trying a lot on.” “Let me know if you need any help.” We both nodded and started looking at the things. We skimmed some shirts, fuck they were expensive! But then I had 17 grand in my pocket, I could afford a 50 dollar shirt if I wanted. I grabbed four of them and then headed over to the jeans. I was just picking up anything that looked good, I saw the kid who was in here go into a dressing room, leaving the place empty save us. Shayne began wandering over to the caps while I checked out the long sleeved shirts, I was about to grab some when I heard a, “Hey!” From the dressing room. I looked over and I could see he kid peeking around the door, “Hey, come here for a sec.” I walked over, not sure what was going on. “I need an opinion, are these too tight?” He opened the door and I almost dropped the clothes I was holding. The only thing he had one was a pair of red board shorts that had the top button undone. This kid was…I mean…fuck me. He looked like an action figure he was so perfect. He had a good amount of muscle but was so toned that it looked unreal. I was bigger than him by far but what he had looked so much better than mine…I mean shit. But that wasn’t what drew my eye, it was his cock. Well the outline of it at least. There was a fucking snake sized bulge tucked down the right leg, it looked fucking insane on a kid his size. It was nearly halfway down his upper thigh and it was soft! I could see a dusting of trimmed, pubic hairs peeking from the waist band and I had to admit, this kid looked like a fucking porn star. “Too tight right?” He asked, his eyes wide. “Um, I mean…” “Can you see my junk?” He asked looking down. People in space could see this kid’s junk! “Um, I mean yeah but…” “It doesn’t feel tight, I mean feel…” he grabbed my hand and out it on his bulge, “See how it still has give?” Jesus Christ this kid’s cock was…I mean…I swore I felt it start to harden under my fingertips, I had a sudden urge to rub the whole length of it when someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. “You creeping on my little brother?’ It was the shirtless greeter and fuck me he looked bigger up close. “No!” I said trying to take a step back “He was just..I mean…” He looked down and saw my hand hard dick, fuck me the kid had turned me on! “Yeah right, fucking faggot.” He turned to the clerk, “Hey Eli, we got a fag.” Eli shook his head and walked over to the front door. “No guys, look this was a mistake, I’m not a fag.” “He was touching my dick,” the kid said from the dressing room. I spun at him, “You put my hand on it!” The kid looked at he greeter, “John, he’s lying.” John spun me around again and pushed me into the center of the store. I dropped my clothes as I tripped and fell to my hands and knees. Eli had turned the lock on the door and lowered the shutters. Holy shit was I trapped in here? “Shayne” I called out as John walked up to me, his fucking muscles tensing with each step. Where the fuck was Shayne? “You think you can come in here and fucking hit on my little brother?” “No way man, I wasn’t…” He knelt down and I flinched, fuck I didn’t want to get hit by this guy. “Strip.” I blinked in confusion, “What?” “You heard me fag, strip.” “This isn’t needed man, it was a mis…” He reached over and tore my shirt off, “I’ll do the same with your fucking pants.” Holy shit he was serious. I nodded and kicked my shoes off quickly. Standing up I undid my pants, “What are you gonna do?” I asked, never taking my eyes off of him. “Well you wanna fag out on my little brother, I’m gonna give you something to fag out on.” “I’m not a fag!” I tried to explain but he just glared at me and I slid my jeans off. “Please I’m not gay, don’t do this…” “Should have thought of that before feeling my little brother up,” he said taking my jeans and tossing them behind the counter. “Keep going…” Sighing I grabbed the waistband of my underwear, where the hell did Shayne go? Was he going to come back? I took them off and stepped out of them, my hands tried to cover my dick. John tossed them away as well and slapped my hands. “Hands at your side, not like we haven’t seen a pussy before.” I dropped my hands, wishing I could die. “Not bad for a fag,” Eli said, suddenly next to me. He took my soft dick in his hand and started to play with it. He had stripped down too! He only had on a white jockstrap and socks, Jesus Christ he was ripped. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, his legs were insane as well. As I looked at his definition my dick started to harden and I knew I was sank. “Not a fag!” John sneered, “No straight man would get hard from a guy jerking him off.” I dropped my head in shame, how the fuck did I end up naked in a A&F being fondled by a stranger? “Not a bad dick,” Eli said as I got harder. “Yeah but he can’t beat this,” John said unbuttoning his jeans. He dropped them and revealed the red jockstrap he had on, one that was barely containing his fucking horse cock! Jesus Christ he was big! I couldn’t look away as he stepped out of his jeans and tossed them aside. He pulled back the jockstrap and started to slowly stroke it. “Yeah you like that? Seeing a real man’s cock?” I swallowed hard, not sure what to say. “Knees. Now.” He commanded. Slowly I knelt down, shaking my head because I wanted out of here so bad. The look on his face made it pretty clear there was not talking him out of this. I was eye level with his dick now, and fuck it looked big. “What are you waiting for? Fucking start worshipping that cock!” Slowly I leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick. He made a groaning sound that I took as approval and began to work on his shaft. Maybe if I could get him off they’d let me go, god I hoped so. I kept licking up and down his shaft, t trying to cover the whole thing with spit. He grabbed the base of it and slapped it across my lips. “Open, open your fucking mouth.” I opened my mouth and he shoved that baseball bat in. Instantly I start choking but he grabs the back of my head and kept me in place. I could feel him push past my tongue and down my throat as I struggled to breathe. I tried to remember when Shayne did this to me and started to breathe through my nose as he just slammed his dick into my mouth. “Fuck yeah, feel that cock bitch, take my meat!” I gripped his ass to steady myself as he pumped my mouth like there was no tomorrow. The only sounds in the store was his pelvis slapping my face and the gurgled sounds I made as I choked. I thought I was going to pass out when he pushed me off his cock and to the ground. I held my throat as I coughed, tears flooded my eyes as I struggled to breathe. “No teeth, didn’t throw up, yeah he’s a fag.” I shook my head but couldn’t talk. “Take him for a spin Eli.” Eli walked up to me, his hard cock in hand. He wasn’t as big as John thank god, he grabbed a chunk of my hair and pulled me into his cock. I didn’t choke this time as I felt his hard rod slide across my tongue. He began to piston in and out of my mouth with a good rhythm. He slapped the side of my head, “Work that cock motherfucker.” I began to roll my tongue around his dick, my eyes closed in shame as I began to service some stranger on the floor of a A&F. “Is he,” John asked. Eli nodded and grinned, “Oh yeah, he’s into it.” I was so not into this. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands and began to facefuck me in earnest. I tried to keep up with his pumps the best I could but it was a losing battle. I tasted a flood of precum and my eyes got wide as I realized he was gonna nut in my mouth! I tried to talk around his cock, slapping his ass for him to pull out but he was thrusting faster and faster as he held my head in a death grip. “Fucking take my load..” he growled as I felt his cock expand in my mouth. Hot cum hit the back of my throat as he unloaded in me. I could feel blast after blast of cum slide down my throat as he used me as a cum receptacle. When he was done he slipped his dick out of my mouth and slapped my cheek with his side ring member twice, “You fags give the best head.” “Please,” I said finally finding my voice, “You had your fun, please let me go.” “Fun?” John asked, stroking that giant cock, “We haven’t even started having fun yet.” Eli walked behind the counter and tossed a bottle to John. “Lube,” he said smearing some on his cock, “Never leave home with out it.” He walked towards me and tossed it down next to me, “Get your ass lubed, you’re gonna need it.” “Wait man, don’t do this…” He paused, “Look cunt, this cock is going in you with or without lube, that’s your choice.” That cock looked like it was going to tear me up either way, but I knew without would kill me. I took the bottle with shaking hands and poured some on my fingers. “Please man, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll blow you guys again, just don’t fuck me.” “Why?” He asked with a sneer, “You telling me you’ve never been fucked?” I just froze and he started to laugh. “That’s what I thought, come on slut, get your pussy wet already.” I smeared my hole with lube, staring at that cock like it was a loaded gun. Jesus Christ I think he was bigger than Ezra. “Yeah you like that?” He asked seeing me stare at his cock, “That’s almost ten inches of Parker Pride right there.” I swallowed hard as I poured more lube in my hand. “Yeah get your cunt nice and sloppy, I’m about to stretch it wide.” I nodded in fear and tried to shove the whole bottle up my ass. He started to walk towards me and I am pretty sure I let out a whimper. He seemed to like that. “Yeah you afraid? Most fags are when they see a real man’s cock up close. You all dream about it but once it’s in front of you…you panic.” I thought about saying I wasn’t a fag again but these guys didn’t seem to be listening. He crouched down and pulled my legs apart, “Come on sweetheart, spread those legs for daddy.” Trying not to make a noise I spread my legs as he scooted between them. He lifted my legs up and I prayed that Shayne would come in and stop this. I felt his head slip through my cheeks and closed my eyes. He found my hole and pressed up against it. “Hold on fag….it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.” I held my breath as he pushed into me. My hole screamed in protest as his gigantic head tried to force its way into my tin little jock hole. “FUCK!” I screamed and John jerked his head. “Eli, shut the fag up.” Eli came over and lowered his ass down on my face. “If I don’t feel your tongue working overtime I’m gonna break your face.” His asshole was spread over my face, my screams were going nowhere. John’s cock had breached my hole and was slowly pushing it’s way into me, smashing the walls of my ass without pause. He just pushed in and kept going, all ten inches of fucking Texas beef filling me up, making my entire ass throb with pain. “Come on,” Eli said bouncing on my head, slamming it against the shop floor. I hesitantly extended my tongue and licked around his hole. “That’s it, harder…” he ordered. Fuck! I licked harder and felt the tip of my tongue press against his hole, he sighed and I guess this is what he wanted. I focused on just his ass, trying my best to ignore the pain from the telephone pole being shoved into me. I reached up and grabbed his meaty thighs, this kid had to have been in track or something because he had some serious legs on him. I pulled his ass down onto my tongue and felt his hole fight against my pushing. For some reason that became my reason for existing. Everything else was fucking out of my control, but I could force my tongue up this jock’s ass, and nothing was going to stop me. I really started to stab at his hole, my tip slipping in a few times as he gasped with shock and delight. “He doing it?’ John asked. “Oh yeah…he can be taught…” I forced my way into his resistant hole, his ass was like smooth rock but his hole was vulnerable and the more I pushed the more it went in. Finally I felt his hole just collapse and open up, my tongue shoving it way into him. “Oh fuck yeah…right there…come on bitch eat me out…” Knowing I had this kid spinning made me feel incredible. It was the one thing Ive accomplished today and I was going to run with it. I pushed my head up as I pulled his ass down and began to tongue fuck the jock’s exposed hole. He began pushing down with me as he started to call out, “Fuck yeah…oh fuck your tongue…shit man…come on…” I was excited, this as turning me on! Eli cooed and moaned as I slurped his ass for over five minutes. Finally he moved away from my face, panting like he had run a mile. “Jesus Christ…fucking fags love my ass…” he said with a smile. “How you doing?” John asked slamming his cock into me. I felt the air get knocked out of me as I realized I had spaced out everything but Eli’s hole. He was fucking me with that monster effortlessly, my ass had just given up the fight and was letting him slide that fucking massive cock in and out of me like a sloppy cunt. “Yeah, you take this cock good…” he said, slamming me a couple of times in a row. “You like this shit?” I shook my head, even though there wasn’t pain there was discomfort from having a baby’s arm up my ass! “Oh,” he mocked, “Hold on…let me change that.” He moved his angle and shoved his dick downwards… And my fucking boys spasmed. “Ohhhh… I cried out, feeling him smash up against my prostate with the force of a car wreck. “There it is, every fag has one They bitch and bitch but you find their little boypusssy,” He slammed down again and my head thrust back as I let out a deep moan that came from my soul. “Yeah, that’s my cunt,” he said chuckling, keeping his thrusts upwards, throwing me higher and higher with each pump. My mind started to get fuzzy as he pounded my boypus….prostate over and over. Each hit notched the pleasure up again and again, making it harder to focus on anything but his cock. I looked to my side, my mouth open and drool dripping down my cheek, and saw the display racks. I was in a fucking mall, I was being forced down on a store floor being raped by a pair of guys in broad daylight. The shame filled my mind as he kept hitting my fucking ass harder and harder. Fuck that cock, I thought I was big but this dick, this fucking dick… It was happening again, I felt myself sliding towards that cliff I saw with Ezra. I scrambled to hold on, this wasn’t supposed to be fun, I wasn’t supposed to like this! These fucking kids were raping me for fuck’s sake…I can’t like it… But I did. I started to thrust back into him and I knew I was sank. “Oh…not a fag huh?’ John said feeling me gyrate under him. “Fucking muscle bitch, come in here acting all though and shit….no I’m not a fag, please don’t…” he teased in a girly voice, “And look at you now, fucking take my cock like a champ, pushing back to get more.” He leaned forward and slammed me with all his might, I felt myself move up three inches from the impact, my vision actually spinning from his cock. “You like that? You want that?” Oh god I did, that the fuck was wrong with me? I had begged him not to fuck me but here I was, fucking wanting more of that fucking cock! “Come on baby, admit it…you want more?” He hit me again and a moaned slipped out of my mouth. He hit me three times, each one harder than the last and my cries got louder and louder… Eli said, “John,” and gestured towards the window. The shutters was down but you could see the silhouettes of to kids, trying to peek through. “Oh look, he said with and evil smile, “You have an audience.” I looked away, trying to cover my face as he pumped that donkey cock into me over and over, making me bite my bottom lip to stop for crying out. “What’s wrong?” He asked, still fucking me, “Shy?” He pulled out with a wet squelch and pulled me to my feet. I was so out of it I just stumbled along where he pushed me until my face was up against the glass. I felt his cock slide into me again and I let out a moan, oh fuck what was he doing? He began to fuck me hard, I was pressed up against the glass, trying my best not to make a sound. The two kids outside were looking for a crack, to find out where the noise was coming from. “Come on man,” John said, thrusting so hard it raised me on my tiptoes, “Give them a show.” Fuck, this was horrible…can’t…I mean… “Holy shit,” I heard from the other side of the glass and I could see their faces. They had found a crack in the shutters to the left and could look down and see me. Their eyes got wide because it was obvious what was happening. I was fucking naked and being pushed from behind. They were in high school…oh fuck they were watching me get fucked… John pushed up again and tagged my boybussy. “Ohhh….” I groaned, making the kid outside giggle manically. John slammed the same spot over and over and my mouth began to babble, “Fuck…please….no….fuck….yes….oh god…” He was bringing me close to cumming with just his cockhead. I glanced over and saw they both had their phones out and were filming me. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I was locked watching them watching me get fucked. One of the kids was rubbing the front of his jeans and I could tell he was hard. I had licked my lips before I even knew I wanted to. The kids eyes got wide as they laughed and pointed, the one kid looked around and pulled his cock out, mashing it up against the window. Eli walked up and opened the shutters a crack, I looked at him in horror as the kid was able to scoot under and move towards me. His hard cock was up against the glass, right in front of my face. His friend was still filming us. The kid hit the window and pointed down, “Suck it!” I shook my head and moaned as John tagged me again. “Suck it!” He mouthed and this time John hit and dragged his cockhead over my spot. I lost my mind… “Lick it,” Eli said in my ear, “You’re a fucking whore…service the kid…” I began to lick the glass where the kid’s cock was. He looked down at me in shock as he watched some muscled guy, years older than him, try to suck his teenage cock through glass. I as so humiliated…but I couldn’t stop. His friend got closer to film more and John’s cock was hitting me faster…my tongue was moving up and down the glass…desperate to actually lick his dick… He kid’s dick came against the glass, I imagined I could taste it, feel the heat from it… I began to cum endlessly. Both of my hands were up against the glass now as I tried to service the high school punk in front of me. If they had both walked in right now I would have blown them. They could have fucked me right here on the floor and I would have let them. My cock splattered my cum all over the window as well, my load dripping down, shot by shot… The kids laughed and laughed as he zipped up his pants and flipped me off. “Hold on,” Eli gestured and then looked down at me. “What the fuck man? You tying to make work for me? Clean this shit up.” John pulled out of me and I went to my knees. Hands on the glass I began to lap up my cum, the kids eyes were wide as they filmed me. I groaned in embarrassment as I moved around the glass, capturing every drop of my seed. The kids laughing and cussing at me the entire time. Once it was done they shook their heads and walked away, giving Eli a thumbs up. I felt like throwing up, but I also felt incredible from orgasm, I hadn’t cum like that…well ever I don’t think. “Come on,” John said dragging me back into the shop. His cock bobbed out in front of him and I wondered he if was going to go back to fucking me. “He’s ready,” John said to someone. I looked up and saw the kid from the dressing room, his little brother, standing there naked. Holy shit, this is what looking at the sun feels like. He was perfect, I mean just drop dead perfect. He looked like the typical boy next door, shaggy blond hair, rosey cheeks, wide smile. If he had been dressed I would have assumed he was a paperboy or an alter boy. He just looked so innocent it was criminal. His body though was nothing but sin. Every cut, every line, every curve was just perfect. He looked like what you would think a perfect teenage male would be. Not an ounce of fat but not skinny, muscles everywhere, but not beefy…just perfect. He had a tan line that showed he wore those board shorts more than he didn’t, his legs and chest were a dark brown, making him look like a surfer just off a wave. But all I saw was his cock. I had a big cock. Ezra had a big cock. John had a big cock. This kid had a perfect cock. It was huge, easily nine and half, cut, fucking mushroom head, long shaft…just fucking perfect. On his frame though it looked massive. His balls looked like small peaches and just hung there like pendulums on a clock. His pubic hair was nice and trim, making that dick look even bigger. He just stood there, staring at me, while I fell in love with that perfect dick. “Lay down,” he said, gesturing to the floor where John had fucked me. I scrambled to lay down, my protests about being fucked in a store completely vanished. He knelt down and pushed my legs apart, he just sat there, looking at me. “You’re a bitch.” There was no malice, no anger, just a statement. When I didn’t say anything he said. “You’re a bitch, right?” I had no idea how to answer. “You’re a bitch, a fucking slutty, whoring bitch,” all said with the same inflection you’d use with a grocery list. “You don’t think you are, but you are. And I’m about to prove it.” He moved forward and I could feel his cock nudge my hole. “You’re welcome,” he said before pushing in. “Oh fuckk…..” I moaned as he stretched my already sore hole open. His cock…holy fuck his cock…it was so thick…I thought John had used me but as this kid’s cock just dived forward I realized my ass had so much more to give. My ass was slick with the lube and John’s precum but even that wasn’t enough to make this painless. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, wondering how much more cock this kid had. He got nearly all the way in and then something I had never felt before happened. Something that honestly, changed my whole world. So far when I had been fucked by boypuss…fuck that word is in my head now, my prostate and been stimulated. Nudged, tagged, hit, but they were brief moments of pleasure that made everything else worthwhile. Even the occasional touches could drive me to cum without hands. It had been incredible. Up to this kid. This kid’s cock was so thick, when his head pushed past my prostate instead of nudging it or flicking it, it smashed it down and held it there. Shoving his whole shaft up against my pussy. The effect was immediate. I cried out, my legs spread out, my head flew up. My cock, who had just came and was deflated completely, started to full with blood as fucking waves of ecstasy started to slam into my mind. I felt my ass pushing back, I was making a whining sound like a dog being denied a treat as my hips tried shimmy around his cock. “Fuckfuckfuck…oh god…fuck…shit…oh yes….fuckk……” I cried, my mind just turning into jello. He slowly pulled out and I fell back, out of breath. I was coved in sweat, breath coming in ragged spurts as I tried to make words. He waited until I made eye contact again and he smiled. “That was me not moving.” I looked down at the most incredible thing in the world and then back to him. He said one simple word, and my pride and ego broke. “Beg.” I scrambled up, “Please, please, please….fuck me….shove that fucking cock in me please…what do you want, I’ll do anything, please…I need that cock…please!” I didn’t care if John and Eli were at the counter filming me with their phones. I didn’t care that whoever this kid was he was younger than me by far and I was almost crying for his cock. I didn’t care about any of that, I had been shown fucking heaven for a few seconds and then thrown out. I wanted back in. “You a bitch?’ He asked. I nodded, “Yes, I’m a slutty bitch who needs to get fucked. Please…please…I’m just a dirty jock slut…please fuck me. Fill my hole with your seed, I’ll do anything, name it.!” “I want you to remember this,” he said moving towards me, pushing me back to the floor, “Later when you feel like you’re a man, when you think you’re a person again. Later when you look back on this and think this was just a fluke or something weird…I want you to remember this.” His cock slipped into my hole and I winced. “You were never anything more than a fucking hole.” He shoved it in me and fucking fireworks went off in my mind. I’m not kidding, he began to fuck me slowly and I saw images flash in front of my eyes. It was like an electrical storm was inside of me, sending off sparks to my cock and brain, making everything in the world about sex. I had never felt anything like this, it was more than pleasure, more than feelings…I felt complete. I felt at this moment, exactly where I should be. A cock in my ass, legs up, begging for more. He just stared at me as he fucked me, watching my face as I broke down and begged him for more. But he didn’t give it to me, he never went faster, harder, he kept the same, steady pace and it was driving me insane. FUCK!! “PLEASE!” I roared looking up at him “FUCK ME HARDER!” “What are you?” He asked. “A fucking whore jock cunt! I need to be filled, please…I’m your hole, fill me. I need it, I need fucking cock…” He began to speed up and my mouth wouldn’t stop. “That’s it, yeah, I’m a slut, fuck your slut, fucking useless muscle cunt…thinking I was more…oh fuck yeah, yeah…oh fill me up! SHIT SHIT!” He began to speed up the more I talked, the more I admitted the harder he pounded me. “I’m a fucking whore! I’m only here to service cocks…oh fucking love me with that cock…please, please…oh yes…fucking muscle slut…dirty fucking slut…” He was pounding me now and I was losing speech. My eyes were rolling back as I drooled out of the corner of my mouth. When I stopped talking…he started. “You’re a fucking joke, a pathetic muscle bitch who has been dying for someone to fuck them their entire life. You wanna know why you work out? So people will find a reason to fuck you. Every day that the gym, straining, lifting, all so you can be a fucking sleeve for a cock. That’s who you are. Attention starved, ignorant jock, slut ass cunt. It’s all you are and all you’ll ever be. You see that now? You see it? You are here to get fucked.” He was hitting me so hard that I felt like I was paralyzed. I just laid there, feeling this magnificent cock make me whole. His words descended on my brain like a swarm of locusts and started to consume me. He was right, I did want this, always wanted this. Straining my squats at the gym, my fucking ass just hanging out. Me silently begging one of those studs to throw me down and fuck me senseless in front of everyone. Why did I think I was anything more? Oh god…this was so good…I was so full…his dick…his dick was just….everything. “Never forget this,” he said speeding up for a final push, “I just made sense of your miserable life, you are and will always be….” He slammed me hard, taking my hips off the ground and my cock began to just rain cum down over me. “A FUCKING HOLE!” He said as his cock began to breed me with his percent fucking seed. I was laughing and crying as my cock just pulled over and over again, his words echoing in my ears. “A hole I’m a dirty hole…fucking slutty hole..” I chanted as the last of my spunk dribbled out of my dick. He slid his duck out and I collapsed on the floor, his load leaking out fo my completely ruined ass. I knew I would be sore and most likely limp tomorrow. I know I looked like a fucking trashed slut on the floor of an Abercrombie and Fitch covered in cum, some high school kids load draining out of my ass…but I had a smile on my face that would not go away. As I laid there and listened to the three brothers talk about how much of a fucking dirty whore I was, I just smiled…because that kid had shown me my truth. “Thank you…” I slurred, realizing he had already said I was welcome.

Chapter 3 when the applause died down everyone walked up to me and started to touch my body just like before. I loved all the attention they were giving to my nipples cock and ass they all made me feel so welcomed and so horny. My new boss stood up there next to me and gave me a grand introduction. Boys this is Chad and he has been accepted as our new house boy. This brought on another round of applause and cheering from everyone. So now we must christien him into his new role and new life the only way we know how to so i hope everyone has saved up their loads because everyone here needs to put a load in this boy before the end of the night to make sure his new status is brought on quickly. I want everyone to form a line one for poz and one with aids so we can make sure Chad knows how serious we are about making him a member of our life, As hosts and roommates we will have the first crack at his neg cherry. With that they rolled over a fuck bench to the pedistal and each man there was forming two lines as instructed behind the two signs on the floor i just now saw. One had poz and a biohazard sign on it and the other had aids and a skull and crossbones on it. They also put a few cameras on tripods around the fuck bench to get everything on film. My new boss carried me to the fuck bench and positioned me on it and handcuffed my wrists and ankels to the sides and everyone formed around me gropping eachother to keep eachother hard for what is to be a long night ahead. My new bosses were the closest near me since they were going to be the first to go at my ass and their death sticks were raging hard with their toxic precum dripping from their cocks. I licked my lips and was eager to start this night off right. My boss with the biggest cock was positioning himself to my ass and my boss with aids was starting to shove his aids cock in my mouth. Lucky for me I have no gag reflex so he was able to slide it all at once down my throat with no problem causing the group around me to burst into applause with my accomplishment while my other boss shoved his entire cock in one fell swoop causing me to moan in extreme pain and pleasure. I felt like my ass was split in two and was on fire. I bucked hard in pain and did all I could not to bite into the cock in my mouth. Thankfully someone shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and the pain quickly turned to pleasure and they then both pile drived into me causing me more and more pleasure. I could start to feel both of them start to swell more and more and then with one final slam they both unloaded their toxic cum into my holes causing me to moan loudly and shoot one of my last neg loads. They both pulled out of me and as i could feel the cum dripping from my hole someone played over the loudspeaker ROUND 2 and the party was in full swing.

Jake spend the next few days luxuriating with clints body. Every inch of the boy seemed built to please a man, from his lush cocksucking lips to his firm tight ass. Jake took pleasure in teaching him how to service a man, but couldnt help but wonder if he had learned a few tricks from Seth. Clint seemed to gravitate toward worshipping Jakes heavy balls. the boy couldnt seem to resist licking and sucking them for what seemed like hours on end. Gradually Clint spent nearly a day learning to deep throat Jake, slowly inhaling the forbidden perfume of a small bottle of poppers as he gulped inch by inch, until finally his face was pressed firmly into Jakes groin. By sunset, Jake was casually fucking his cock into the boys gurgling throat as he dangled off the end of his bed, a pool of fresh poz precum glistening on his belly. Jake made sure to groan his encouragement as the warm seed in has balls made its way into Clints stomach. as dawn broke, Jake would rise to find Clint greedily swabbing his poz cock against his hot little hole until Jake gave in and with a gentle push, entered the boys body once again. Clint delighted in milking the poison cock cream from jake whenever the opportunity presented itself and by the afternoon, was practically a mess of seed drooling from his stretched cunt and smeared on his alabaster cheeks. As Jake flipped through channels triyng to find something on TV the tintinnabulation of a hot shower finally began. He had wondered if Clint would ever get one, or if he was turning into some sort of twink pig that lived off poz jizz and affection. As Jake settled into Oprah a cheerful rap came to the door, interrupting his thoughts of a cum glazed Clint and driving him to grudgingly tug on a pair of jeans. Pulling open the door and squinting at the bright noon sun, he sighed. It was Seth, and he looked infuriatingly chipper as always. "somebody told me..." Seth exclaimed, as he pushed his way past jake to launch his backpack onto the couch with a thump, "my handsome Jake has a new boyfriend!" Jake rolled his eyes. "Lucas dumped me." he mumbled, as he settled back into the couch and resumed flipping through channels. "well I say good for you. You know, Clint just thinks the world of you and that thick poz horsecock..." Seth tugged the snaps open on Jakes jeans and oblivious to his protests, shoved his hands in and began fondling and stroking the boys tool like it was his own. "there it is....And, jake, you cant tell me clint doesnt feel just perfect inside. I mean look at him, those hips, that perfect little ass, he was meant to ride cock! your cock." Seth alternated between throating and pumping as he worked Jake to full staff. As quick as he started, Seth hopped up and slid his shorts down. "come on man, I've already been dumped once today..." Jake protested as Seths undeniable libido once again took control of the conversation. "Thats why we're gonna be quiet as a mouse! nice and quick you know you missed me. just the head?" Seth nudged Jakes prick into place as he had done so many times before and watched jake sigh in resignation as Seths velvety hole worked its magic. "more jake more. You know how to do it....theres a boy, nice and deep in that poz pussy." Seth delighted as Jakes hands went around his hips and ffirmly planted his oozing cock into the nymphs sucking hole. jake moaned as Seth worked the cock inside him, perfectly stroking and milking him for the load he so greedily craved. "sshhh, quiet as a mouse baby...." Seth clasped his hand across Jakes mouth and rode the boy harder. "thats right jake feels so good doesnt it? cum in this poz pussy. give it up..." Seths encouraging whispers gave way to wide eyed panting as Jake grunted, pumping his load deep into seths body as the mischevous bottom just grinned from ear to ear. "oh thats a big hot load of jake juice isnt it baby, i feel it inside....such a big yummy poz load....." Reluctantly Seth slid off the boys wilting tool, tugged on his shorts, and went rifling through his bag. Jake collected himself momentarily as he tucked his slimy prick back into his jeans and laid his head back. staring at the ceiling, Jake knew Seth was right. For whatever his ex had going for him, nothing could compete with warm inviting poz boy butts. Stretching the definition, he was sure he could get away with calling the past few days of pumping Clint full of man seed a "Date" "ow damnit!" Jake jerked as he felt the pinprick on his shoulder followed by Jakes firm grip as he administered the contents of the point. "what is that...." he asked in rising panic, assuming some incredible fantasy-land cocktail from mikey no doubt. "relax horsecock, its Penicillin." Jake cringed confused as Seth finished up. "oh dang i should have asked first are you allergic? anyway dont forget who gave you that special gift." Seth gripped Jakes package, "I still have a few fun friends who want a ride on Jakes spicy sugar stick but youre just giving them the gift. Youre not santa claus." Seth gave jake a playful pat just as clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Chop Chop lollypop! we gotta get a move on!" Seth tugged Jake to his feet as he exchanged a confused glance at Clint. "Jake and I are helping some friends move! dont wait up we'll hook up later on tomorrow dont worry about it amigo!" seth chirped abruptlky as he ushered Jake to the car.

Instead of "sometimes," I'd say it's a dead certainty.

Look on the positive (no pun intended) side: you've been saved from hooking up with an obvious jerk. I recently chatted to a guy on FabGuys in the UK. His ad specified that he was looking for bareback sex. I was honest with him about my status and he turned vile - asserting that he never plays with + or +UD guys ever. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have reacted but there was something about his nastiness that riled me. I told him tersely that if he regularly plays bareback, he will have - and will again - encounter guys who aren't as honest about their status as I am and maybe, just maybe, he might have cause to reconsider his attitude at some point. I state on profiles on other sites that I have no interest in chatting to, or hooking up with, guys who use "clean" to descibe their or others' status. But I still get messaged by guys who do. They get awfully defensive and cross when I point they clearly haven't read my profile. That isn't the same as the racism you encountered, and I wouldn't pretend it is. But the sad fact of online life is that sometimes people don't read profiles. Or maybe the guy you encountered just gets off on hurting and insulting people. I have come across that, but thankfully it is rare. There was one guy in Manchester who haunted Scruff, luring guys in until they'd been chatting a while after which he'd turn on them with the most hideous insults and then block. I understand he did it once too often... He certainly hasn't been much of an online presence recently. By stating on his profile that he doesn't like racism or bigots and then demonstrating both in his dealings with you, it suggests the guy you messaged has a similar modus operandi. Fortunately, such cases aren't the norm. If I were charitable, I would conclude guys who do that are very unhappy souls inside. But I am not charitable. What you encountered is unacceptable. It's easy to say just ignore it, but it isn't always as simple as that. But you can be sure that decent guys don't judge on skin colour, religion, class... And if anyone else puts you down, it will almost certainly be more a reflection on him than it ever could on you.

hot! you sound like me. its so hot to get fucked bareback by so many men on a regular basis and have absolutely no idea who they are or what they look like. knowing that the men who fuck us don't give a fuck about us or think of us as anything more than sub-human fucktoys for them to use and trash. my uncle trained me by having me take loads blindfolded all the time so I could get used to being fucked by anyone. then I had a boyfriend who loved taking me to the bathhouse and blindfolding me to watch me take loads all night and starting in highschool I spent hours everyday taking anon loads through glory holes and started taking anon blindfolded apartment pump and dumps plus getting whored out online to men who would come by the tiny bachelor apartment on Homewood and blow loads in my ass while I was blindfolded.I can understand why men have no respect for us and think we are disgusting trash but I don't care. all that matters to faggots like us is getting more and more loads shot up our asses by total anonymous strangers.

PART 1 Wayne had saved me from mental blow out because of my divorce. He went well beyond his job as my boss. He was single and as far as I knew had never become involved in an underling’s private life as he did mine. He got me out of my sullen and angry mood. He got to be a very good friend who just happened to be my boss. I trusted him totally. I now believe and understand that Wayne did what he did for selfish reasons which were unclear over the months that he spent working on me. First, he didn’t want to have to fire an excellent employee such as I was. I was always at work early and left late. I wasn’t a brown noser; I believed in committing totally to my employer. Second, Wayne had decided to move my life in a different direction after my divorce. He told me later that it was seemingly small innocuous remarks that I made that made up his mind. So, that’s a digest version of background about how I got started on my metamorphosis. But, when the real change took place was just over a year later. There was a national holiday on Monday. Late on Thursday, Wayne called a total staff meeting. We crowded into the multipurpose room. Wayne rushed in at the last minute and told everyone that they had exactly fifteen minutes to re-record their voice mail to reflect the office was closed as of today and would re-open on Tuesday. He then shouted for everyone to scatter and get the hell out. That was typical Wayne. Always giving his staff such super presents. Of course, he stopped by my office and told me that the two of us were going out to drink the night away. And, we did. I ended up crashing at his condo waking up at ten o’clock in his spare bedroom to a hangover. Wayne seemed to be fine. He fixed me an old family recipe to recoup my steadiness. It was nasty. I still had some residual feeling which wouldn’t do. Wayne fixed a second brew for me and with much protest I drank it. This stuff was so nasty tasting. And, the worst side effect was that I ended up with diarrhoea. Something that I found out later was that Wayne had given me a preparation used for people who are going to get a colonoscopy. This was only the beginning of my new experiences and life. Wayne insisted I stay with him until I felt better. He refused to let me leave. So, stay I did and gradually began to feel better. About four, Wayne said he had a surprise for me. He had planned an excellent easy night for us, but he wanted to be sure that I was ready. He told me that he had a vitamin supplement shot that worked wonders for him and thought it would help me now. I consented and watched as he got his supplement and prepared for injecting me. I was in awe with the process. He carefully mixed the white powder with sterile water and made sure it was dissolved. Then, he wrapped a tourniquet around my arm, inserted the point, and plunged. When he had finished the plunge, Wayne released the tourniquet. BAM! A tsunami of warmth and a rush sped through my body. I know my eyes popped out. I coughed about a half dozen times. My head spun. My heart beat wildly. Wayne helped me to get to the guest bed where I lay down. I felt as if I could leap the tallest building and run a marathon. I forgot all about my hangover and diarrhoea. This was when Wayne began talking to me about our evening. He told me that he was taking me to a very special place tonight where I would be very popular if not the star attraction for the night. He would tell me that he knew I wanted to go with him and to do whatever he told me to do. Then, he would ask me if I wanted to go with him and do as he said to do. I said that I would go and follow his directions. Over and over and over Wayne kept up this line of telling me and then asking me. I didn’t realize the significance of the repetition. He finally told me that I had to convince him that I was serious. To convince him, I had to beg him to let me go with him. At first, I didn’t. Then, I began half-heartedly begging soon upping the ante I began begging him almost to a hysterical level. Wayne then began the same process of moulding my mind into taking his vitamin supplement. Without hesitation, I agreed eventually. Wayne stood in front of me as I lay on the bed. He smiled as he calmed me. Then, he reached up and pulled his wife beater over his head tossing it behind him. He unsnapped his shorts and slid the zipper down on his shorts. He slid his shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them straightening up when he finished. His actions were so surreal. I saw Wayne clearly but my fog-bound brain didn’t quite process what was happening. Here was my boss totally naked in front of me. I saw his 6-foot 4-inch body that was covered with dark hair everywhere. The two dark pink areolae peeked out of the thick dark nest of hair. He probably weighed 200 pounds but not an ounce of fat on him. He was muscled but not overly done. My eyes finally lowered down and saw his immense uncut cock gently wavering in front of him. There was a huge wetness seeping out of his foreskin. I stared at his cock as if hypnotized. Minutes passed as I stared at his cock as it continued to gently sway and began to grow thicker and reach itself outward and upward. There was a huge vein that travelled down the top of his cock. I was spell bound by the size. Larger and larger his cock grew stretching the foreskin and peeling it backwards allowing the seeping pre-cum to more freely ooze out of his piss slit. My body began to move up from the bed. I stood on the floor making sure to steady myself. My hands reached down grasping my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I dropped it on the floor. I then removed my shorts as Wayne had done. Now, I stood totally naked as Wayne. I looked at him and then back down at his bloated cock. I knelt on the floor and stared at the fat cock in front of me. My hand reached out and gently grasped his cock. It felt like fire. I stared at it as pre-cum flowed easily out of his piss slit. It formed a huge globule at the tip. My head moved forward to closely look at the slit. As I neared this behemoth, my mouth opened swallowing with difficulty the head of Wayne’s warm cock. I’ve always been straight. I’ve never had a thought of being gay. Never. But, here I was now with another man’s cock in my mouth. I had not been coerced or threatened into doing this. I had done it on my own and without encouragement. I suckled the cock in my mouth and began licking and swallowing the pre-cum. More and more I moved Wayne’s cock deeper into my mouth where I learned how to worship such a gift. As much as I tried, I never succeeded in getting the entire 9 ½ inches in my mouth. I settled on taking as much as I could and began exploring this new sensation. Wayne let me feast on his cock and pre-cum for a very long time. He at long last put his hands on either side of my head and began to slowly face fuck me. As much as I had enjoyed sucking Wayne’s cock, I found that I also enjoyed him face fucking me. He was good at doing it. I looked upward into his face that looked down at me. He smiled. I moaned a long signal of pleasure and contentment. I suddenly realized at the end of my moan that I was enjoying myself immensely. I reached for my cock finding it shrivelled to almost nothing and no matter what I did it refused to get hard. I returned my focus to Wayne’s cock. I feasted more on Wayne’s cock as he face fucked me. There was no hurry in what he did. I let him feed me as I tasted his nectar now draining into my mouth in abundance. Then, without a warning, Wayne stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. I tried to protest, but Wayne was firm. He told me to follow him. We walked to his bed room. He threw all the covers off the bed. He told me to lay on the bed on my back and at the edge. I did so. He grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up. He told me to grab them and hold them. I did. Wayne then opened a drawer on his nightstand and took out a medium-size looking syringe that didn’t have a point. He gently coaxed the full length of it inside my ass. “I’m going to inject you with some lube. You’re going to enjoy this almost as much as I am,” Wayne said as he began to fill my ass with lube. I felt the container gently easing out of my ass. Wayne looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back not knowing what was going to happen. I just knew in my muddled mind I believed Wayne when he told me that I was going to enjoy myself. Wayne set the empty syringe on the nightstand. He reached up grabbing my right leg with his left hand. He moved his cock with his right hand so that his gooey piss slit was pressing against my ass hole. He pressed in to secure his position as his right hand now grabbed my left leg. He looked down at my face and smiled whereupon I smiled back at him. “It’s show time,” Wayne quietly said grasping my legs with a vise-like grip. In three fast and swift strokes, he plunged his hard cock balls deep inside my ass which now raged on fire. My eyes bugged out as a huge gasp of air was sucked into my lungs. My body tensed from the shock of the entry of his massive cock. My sphincter was ripped open as was my lining. Wayne held my legs as I began to struggle to get away from him letting loose a primal scream of agony at which Wayne shoved a pillow over my face. The intolerable pain sped through my body like lightning firing off every nerve ending. He held his fully buried engorged pipe in my ass for a couple of minutes but what seemed like hours until at some point he slowly began to pull his staff of manhood out of my ass easing my pain sort of. I took the time to inhale great quantities of air while I whined and yelped. Then, as the head of his colossus reached my sphincter, he stopped and began slowly edging his powerful shaft back inside me. Pain returned again but not as badly as the first time. The pain was different in many ways, and I coped with this new entry. My head thrashed back and forth as once more Wayne began to fill me. I could sense every inch that invaded me. I reached up and grabbed onto his forearms holding them tightly for some unspoken assurance. My whines morphed into whimpers. I turned to face him when I felt his crotch hair began to mash into my ass cheek. Five more times Wayne slowly withdrew his leviathan from my ass and returned it fully inside me. Each time my whimpering lessened. On the fifth inward stroke, my eyes rolled backward into my head as I moaned the pleasure that I felt. “Look at me,” Wayne commanded which I did. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill your ass with my cock. Beg me to fuck your no longer virgin ass and fill you with my cum load. BEG ME TO MAKE YOU CRAVE CUM FROM ANY COCK!” My head was spinning as I heard his commands. Several minutes later I began to beg without any spirit. Wayne and I looked at each other knowing that my words meant nothing. I continued to beg as Wayne slowly eased his mammoth cock in and out of my ass which burned less and had no pain. The more I felt his cock now gliding in and out of my hole the hungrier I became to feel his blockbuster causing my words to become sincerer and then desperately earnest. I felt the power of Wayne’s major leaguer going in and out of my ass demanding my attention and obedience. Wayne began a faster pace of in and out of my ass. As I looked at him through my drug-glazed eyes, my body began screaming for more. His vitamin supplement now ordered me to join in this race to the finish. I gripped Wayne’s forearm now tighter as he began to shake and jar my body with each inward slam. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Give me your cock deeper,” I heard come out of my mouth. “Fuck me harder! Make my ass yours! Shove that cock deep in me! Please, fuck me harder! I NEED YOUR CUM IN ME! FUCK ME, WAYNE, FUCK ME!” My teeth were rattling from how hard Wayne was now drilling me. The pain was different this time: It was all beautiful, and I couldn’t hurt enough. The sound of Wayne’s body slapping into mine filled my ears as did the sloshing sound that he had created from this memorable fuck. Sweat dripped off him now and onto me. I loved the feeling and knew I had to have more. My throat let loose a guttural moan from my primeval ancestors, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Wayne shoved his blood engorged gargantuan fuck stick deep in my ass unleashing a torrent of cum that raced through his urethra flooding my ass. My senses were so acute and on high alert that I actually felt at the moment that I could taste his gooey deposit. I felt his cock throbbing again and again and again as more of his slippery swimmers gushed into my ass spreading themselves out and coating everything in sight. Wayne was holding me so tight now it almost hurt . . . and I didn’t want him to let go. But, in the end, we both finally began to edge down from our high. Never had I ever experienced such a feeling. I knew I wanted more; I had to have more. Even if it meant I had to beg to get it. Wayne relaxed his grip on me letting my legs lower down as he pulled his now spongy and near deflated cum delivery pipe from my ass. I set my legs down on the floor as he took a step back. He motioned me to scoot up onto the bed, then, to flip over. I obeyed. He climbed up on the bed with me pushing his breeding stick back into my ass and laid on top of me settling himself. The night had just begun. What a boss.

I had something similar happen to me when I was looking for an apartment. Once I moved in my landlord found me on grinder. One month when I told him that I was going to be late with the rent he looked at me with a smirk and said well there are other ways to make up for your short comings you dirty little faggot whore. He ordered for me to dress up for him, when I came out he was naked stroking his beer can thick 10-11” cock. My mouth dropped and shouted holy fuckkkkk. He smiled and ordered me to worship it with my mouth. He skull fucked me till I had tears running down my face. He then flipped me over, forcefully spreading my legs and buried that monster raw deep inside me. He verbally degraded me, teaching my place as he fucked me deep and hard without remorse not stopping despite my crying, screaming and moaning. After he blew this huge thick load he had me suck his cock clean. As he got dressed he smiled and said you know you loved it, that’s what faggots like you are for, from now on you belong to me. As I laid there a hot mess questioning my morals I replied yassss Daddy, I smiled said thank you and told him you can have it anytime you desire. He laughed and told me that oh I know and I will don’t you worry about that. The next day he marked my body with disgusting slurs and raped my hole again for hours putting numerous loads in me, that following weekend he whored me out at a park n ride then raped me when we got home. I can honestly say that as fucked up as it was, it was very fulfilling and satisfying. The biggest turn on was that his family had no idea about any of it. I loved how he just came in and took it. After a few weeks I could take his monster Daddy cock with ease and just spit. I loved dressing up for him swallowing his cock, his loads and having my hole flooded with his seed, moaning like a whore in heat, telling him to fuck me harder, to rape my cunt, own me, that I’m his property, and how good his cock felt.

So the last guy I have top this week ask me to wash my hand with hand sanitizer but it was a bb breeding and I didn’t wear a mask so what is the point of hand sanitizer

I guess it's like sucking my father off again but so much better, these men really enjoy great head, and I love to worship their cocks, I would just like a guy that wants great head all the time, I live to hear them moan

Google is changing things and migrating away from tracking individual users to putting you into a general classification group based on the sites you visit when you use Google Search, etc. The new group-based system is called FLoC. You can opt out of it by setting your browser to block 3rd party cookies. But most of you either won't know how to do that or won't get around to it. SO… I've changed the configuration of my sites so none of them will be used in Google's FLoC calculations. This is something I doubt any of my competitors are doing for you. But I actually give a shit about your privacy. [I was also one of the first to set up HTTPS, and probably one of the only sites among my competitors to set up HTTPS in a way that your ISP or company can't spy on you - all they can see is that your visiting Breeding Zone (that's mostly unavoidable at the moment), not the specific URL or contents of the page.]

Same problem here @boy4you they seem to be too small for well FFTrained holes like ours 😋... @Dainesepup Wow, FFucking hot story! 💦👊

"You wanna know why you work out? So people will find a reason to fuck you. Every day that the gym, straining, lifting, all so you can be a fucking sleeve for a cock" Damn, got me

Im a "non pull out" vote. Haha. Has to be balls deep whether i top or bottom. Im all for natural sex so if you bottom for me, my semen is going in you or we dont fuck.

Always deep inside. I never consider it real sex unless I nut inside.

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I would tell my younger self to go ahead and breed that ass. There were so many times when I was younger I agonized over whether or not to use a condom, and if I did top raw, I agonized over whether or not to pull out. So stupid. I would have told myself to just fucking breed. That's where that goes. Put cum in ass.

Chapter 4: One of the guys that had been watching moved forward, pulling his dick out and yanking my head up by my hair. Without even asking, he immediately took control of me, jamming his dick down my throat. I gagged, not at the size or penetration, but with taste and odor. He laughed and said, “I haven’t been able to shower in a couple days.” He proceeded to fuck my throat before pulling out and shooting his load all over my face. He targeted my eyes and as he was slowing down, put the head right at my nostril and shot up my nose. As I was choking on the cum in my nose, he pulled back and began pissing, spraying my face before shoving in my mouth and ordering me to drink. This led to the other two guys walking, and almost immediately, simultaneously shooting loads on my face and hair. When the guy in my mouth was done, each of the other two pissed down my throat. This was too much and after they were done, I collapsed on the ground. I felt my head get pulled up again, still covered in cum and piss. Sir was staring at me, smirking, and unloaded all of his piss straight in my face. Without direction, I opened my mouth and swallowed what I could. “Thank you Sir,” was all I could mutter before I again collapsed. “Wake up faggot. You’re not done.” “Please Sir, I...” A kick to the base of the buttplug in my cunt sent pain all through more, causing me to gasp in pain and look up at Sir. “Didn’t I warn you? I only warn once; if you’re too stupid to remember the words, maybe the pain will help. Again, and harder.” Another kick, harder as ordered, sent more pain, and pleasure, through me. Without any words, I began to move, slowly, to a standing position. “Walk, to the white van. Get in the back and cuff your right ankle and left wrist.” In extreme pain, I did as ordered. After the cuffs were attached, Jose attached the remaining two and a strap around my waist, and then pressed a button. I was simultaneously spread as wide as possible, and lifted into a kneeling position. I was now face down and ass up in the back of a van. A mask, with only a nose and mouth hole was placed over my head. “Next stop, Springs Mission. Some of the homeless guys, who know you, are ready to get some revenge.” I heard the doors close and the engine start up. After what seemed like an hour, but was likely 20 minutes, the van came to a stop. I heard the back doors open, and Sir call out, “he’s here.” A moment later, I heard a new voice, which was familiar, say, “Fuck, I thought you were lying.” Sir laughed, “I don’t lie to my workers. Now get to it, he’s got a few other friends waiting.” I felt the buttplug get pulled back, and then shoved back in a few times. Without warning, it was pulled out and there was some pressure, but I groaned in pleasure. I felt another rock being pushed in my cunt and moaned as it began the burn. I then felt a cock start pounding by in and out of my hole. “Dammit Johnson, I wanted to fuck you from the day your arrogant ass showed up in my Pod. I knew you were a fag right away, but I never imagined you’d be this much of a faggot, with this loose a cunt.” I recognized the voice and realized I was getting fucked by one of the former inmates. “No, please stop. This isn’t what I wanted.” The fucking increased and i felt the inner hole again be opened. “Again faggot, what makes you think you have any say?” I heard the voice of the inmate say, “The bitch is too loose. I can’t feel anything.” Sir said, “Give us a minute. Use his mouth while we get him prepared. A moment later, my mouth was again filled with a cock covered in cum. I felt the cuffs on my wrists and ankles be removed from the floor of the van and reattached, connecting my wrists to the opposite ankle. This forced the cock out of my mouth as I was then lifted about a foot of the floor, my face getting pressed into the ceiling. “Give me the biggest one and lube it up.” About 20 seconds later, I heard the gasp of my former client, and then a nasty laugh before he said, “I’ll feel him now.” I felt what I realized was a dildo, being maneuvered under my lifted ass. I felt the head against my hole and immediately tried to shove down to get it in me. I heard the motor of the lifter start and without warning, the mechanism holding me up was released. I felt the pain of being dropped full speed down this huge rubber cock. It stretched me wide and then forced my inner hole open as I came down on the big rubber balls. Twice more this happened and by the third time, the monster had no trouble breaking into my deep hole. I could only moan and groan as this happened. “Alright get next to the dildo. Face him or behind him, your choice.” I felt movement as I was again lifted to the top of the van. “You know who I am don’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir I do.” “Say my name faggot.” “Eric Houston, Sir.” “That’s right faggot. And what do you want from me?” “I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me and your cum.” “What about my cock? Why do you need it? Where do you need it? Worthless faggot.” I screamed out as the pain of him slapping my balls radiated through me. Between tears, I begged him, knowing what he wanted to hear. “Please, I need your black cock deep in my white cunt. I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” He laughed, “All you white faggots want this cock. I want to see his face as it happens; can the mask come off?” Sir said, “You want it, you do it.” “Look down faggot.” I felt hands at my neck and the mask came off. It took a minute to focus my eyes, but when I did, I was looking into the face of an ex-inmate. I then caught sight of what was about to happen. Below me were two huge cocks: on throbbing, black dick; the other a massive white dildo. The real dick was about 9” long, but short compared to the 12” dildo. Each was about the circumference of a beer can. This was going to hurt. BAD. “You ready for this faggot? I am.” I started to shake my head, but froze at the sound of the motor of the lifter start up. “Jose, lube them up. All of them.” Eric smirked and laughed as he said, “Yeah, Jose be a good bitch and lube his cunt up. Then look me in the eyes as you lube my cock up. I always knew you were a bitch for cock.” I saw the look on Jose’s face as he rubbed a thick substance on my hole and push it in. He was not enjoying this anymore and looked defeated. “Yes, Mr. Houston.” A smile spread across Eric’s face, “Yes, what?” “I’m a bitch... for... cock” He applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo and then to Eric’s cock. I could swear that he spent extra time rubbing the black dick. “That’s enough you two.” Sir asked, “You ready faggot? You need more?” I looked back at Sir and said, “Please. More.” Sir asked, “I think you need the next level.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until I saw the alcohol wipe as he moved toward my arm. “Sir, is that...?” “You know what it is. Beg for it.” I hesitated briefly, remembering the stories I had jerked off to dozens of times. I knew what it was. “Please Sir, slam me. Give it to me. I need it.” He stepped forward, wiped my arm and uncapped the needle. I watched every move, shivering in anticipation. “You might want to turn away boy; you can watch the video later.” I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “No thank you Sir.” He smiled and said, “That’s my boy.” I watched intently as the needle was pressed against my arm, touching a throbbing vein. He held it there until I begged, “Please Master. “ The needle caused a brief pain as it punctured my vein and slid in. I was enthralled as he pulled the plunger back and the clear liquid became red with my blood. “Last chance.” I looked at him and said, “No regrets.” The plunger pushed in, and I felt it immediately. The meth rocketed up my arm, into my chest. I lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds and then the cough came: 3 deep coughs. Within a second the meth moved, rocketing straight to my cunt. “Oh god. Please. Fuck me. Hard.” The riser was gently released and I started to slide down. My hole was on fire as the huge dildo entered my burning cunt. The descent continued until Eric’s big dick head was reached. I plead for it, “Get it in me. Give me that second dick.” I tried pushing down, but was under the control of the riser. Eric’s cock head stretched my cunt, trying to push in alongside the dildo. My cunt resisted, while simultaneously craving the destruction. I looked at Sir and pleaded, “Do whatever it takes. Please.” Sir smiled and said, “Drop him.” I heard the button get pressed and the mechanism released its control on me. I had no choice. My cunt had no choice. Gravity always wins. As my body was released, my full weight came down on Eric’s cock head. For a split second I was motionless, the head of his cock holding me up. And then I felt it. My hole stretched and tore as a second cock entered my cunt for the first time. With all the lube, my body weight and gravity, I was sliding further and further down, feeling my hole continue to stretch and my cunt open up to the two huge cocks. I groaned, “Oh, fuck, it hurts. It feels so good.” Eric couldn’t say a word other than to moan as he watched my cunt open and swallow his cock and shove it against the dildo. As I hit bottom, balls deep on both cocks, I begged, “Again. Rape my ass you fuckers.” I started bouncing up and down, but couldn’t move much. Then the mechanism raised me up, moving me high up before slamming me back down. This went on for several minutes, including several complete removals and drops over both cocks. Eric began to groan and cried out, “Take my load faggot. Take it all.” With one final drop, he blasted deep in my hole. Shooting several times. He groaned and smiled, “That was hot.” I wasn’t done; I needed more. “Mister Houston, Sir? Are you done?” He smiled and said, “You quitting faggot? Cause I can go more.” I looked him in his eyes, “Again.” I looked at Sir Y, spun out of my mind, and said, “Please?” I was trying to get years of fantasy filled in one day. Sir Y shook his head, smiled, and replied, “You sure? If so, it’s going to have to go further...”

I have been turning into more and more of a slut as time goes by. At first it was the excitement of dressing like a slut and having a man use me as if I was a slutty schoolgirl. Then it became more and more essential that I never see who is using me, so I would never know if the guy I saw in the store, or walking on the street, might have been one of the guys pounding his dick into my tight, twitching boi pussy, or fucking my ring gagged mouth. Now I when I look at a sexy woman, I don't see her and get aroused, but instead I see the clothes she is wearing and I wonder if I would look good enough dressed in her outfit, so that Men would want to pin me down and fuck me. My 'clit' now only leaks when I think of men fucking me, and it leaks even more imagining they are fucking me bare. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but it's now almost like a drug, and I have to keep putting myself in riskier and riskier positions of trusting my Top to use me however he wishes, and having to accept that I am NOT in control, and in reality only a nameless, faceless, dehumanized, piece of 'fuck meat' for Real Men to use for their sexual pleasure.

Appreciate all your work behind this site RawTop and great that you keep us informed.

Note: There's some 'chem sex' in this. If that's not your thing, skip this one. I've always thought that drugs and gift-giving went together naturally, but I've gotten in trouble before for posting in the wrong section. Moderator's Note: This post was moved to the appropriate section. If you know the rules about where things go, please follow them 9/17/1994 WARNING! Hello to my many email, blog and podcast followers. I love you all and want you to be around for many years -- which is why I needed to send this group post. Especially to those of you who live in or around the city. I've heard about an adult male who goes to gay clubs with the sole purpose of infecting guys with HIV! He must be a psycho or something. But he's handsome and out there trying to pick up men and fuck them without a condom! Sources tell me he's very seductive. DESCRIPTION: 6'5", Caucasian, medium-to-short black hair, 170 lbs, slender build, approx 30 yr.s old, smoker, no facial hair, and one visible tattoo: A capital "B" on his left hand. My source tells me that he openly admits to being addicted to speed, and will offer it to men he wants to pursue. My source tells me he will drug your drink if you leave it unattended. He always uses needles to inject amphetamines. Don't share a needle with him or anyone! Even your best friend! This guy uses different names: Joe, Jake, Andrew. One source tells me his real last name is "Berry"...but that needs confirmation. Go out and have fun, but don't play with strangers! If you have more information, please contact me! Stay safe! Reply from Grower69xxxx Oh my God! I met him at Jarvo's! He is super hot and asked me to dance with him -- but only if we both took one of the pills he had. I figured it was E and I've done that so many times before. But it was oval-shaped. He said it was Xanax. I'm a longtime Xanax user, but the color looked odd and I said 'no thanks'. I was a little bummed because he was so hot. He said never mind...could he just kiss me? I agreed. He's tall! He bent down and planted a big kiss on my mouth. Be warned! He is so sexy! We were tongue-wrestling right there in the bar. I was a little drunk at that point, but I was still aware of him pushing a spit-covered pill from his mouth into mine. I knew I should spit it out, but I was all horny from the kiss. I guess I swallowed it. I don't get many cute young guys hitting on me anymore! We ended up in a corner and kept making out. He was mumbling things and pressing his groin into mine. Be aware that he has a very large dick and he knows it. It was part of his seduction. I was riding the tide of pure lust for awhile...then I started feeling sick to my stomach. I have never puked in public, so I made a quick exit. Everything I'd eaten in the past month came out behind the bar. It was bad. I made it home and felt like HELL for the next two days. Haven't seen him again. Thanks for the heads-up, Pear Man! 9/20/1994 UPDATE Thank you for all for the emails and info. If you saw the paper this morning,you know that new HIV infections are increasing faster here than in any other city in the Midwest. I blame the serial pozzer wandering among us. I know a few of you naughty men go to the bath house on Renny Street, but maybe stay away from there for a while. Let's get this guy locked up first! New cartoons or on the blog. Have fun! Stay safe! Reply from BBadd505 I am the guy you're looking for, but you'll never find me. I'm smarter and faster than you could ever hope to be. I am spreading gifts and you want me to STOP?? Forget it! Maybe you should try losing some weight! I can help you with that.... Reply from ArvDig999 What an asshole! New comment from SteersG I think this guy lives in the loft next to mine. He matches the description and I've seen him bring home many drunk/out of it men. He is very tall and very skinny. I got a bad feeling from him the first day I moved in. My aunt is a police sketch artist, and I am inviting her over soon. If I get a drawing, I'll post it here, or send it to you. 10/12/1994 FINAL POST This is going to be hard to write... I am going offline for the foreseeable future. I did everything I warned you not to do. I hooked up with that infamous "Gifter". That means I'm a fraud and a failure. I guess I don't need to tell you all that I've had issues with depression for most of my life. It's worse when I drink, which I seldom do these days. I went to "Sack" the other night to help celebrate Dan's birthday. I should have never gone because I was already in a mood. Most of the crowd was partnered with somebody and I was feeling sorry for myself. I drifted away from the group and watched the game of pool going on. It's funny to see two guys play the game as a mating ritual. I eventually just decided to sit alone at the bar and pout. Poor me, poor me. I must have had a cloud over me because I sat alone for the longest time. I stewed in my own juices and alcohol for a good twenty minutes when HE sat next to me. I was off my game, and not sure at first. It's hard to tell the height of people when they are sitting on a bar stool. I felt his darkness, though. "Drinking alone? On a Friday night? Who dumped you?" "Is it Friday? Really? I freelance and don't follow a calendar so much.I didn't get dumped -- that would require a boyfriend first," "My name is Andrew. You look familiar. Do I know you somehow?" Then I knew it was HIM. He fit the description and that darkness I felt had to have come from somewhere. "Bbad505?" "Oh no! Are you Pear Man??" "Shit. Yes, I am." "Well, I have to say that you look skinnier in person than you do in your pic. And better looking. You should let me take a pic of you. " "You are just saying that so I won't turn you in." "For what? What proof do you have that I've committed any crime?" "Actually...I don't care anymore. I reached a turning point tonight. Go do your thing all you want. There's some young healthy guys playing pinball over there." Then I ordered another drink and finally looked at his face, fully. God, he was attractive. Maybe the most attractive man I've ever seen in this city. "Why did you want to stop me? Get me arrested?" "Nothing personal, Andrew. You were knowingly infecting guys...some of them were my friends. But like I said -- I don't care anymore. Go wild." "OK. But they were knowingly taking my raw dick in their ass...who's to blame, really?" I wasn't even aware of the bar or the other people at that point. I was absorbed by his dark evil. "But you drugged them." "Just a rumor. I will offer them a happy pill, maybe...but they were all very aware of what they were doing. A few exceptions...but I get so horned-up sometimes. Don't you?" "I guess. But what about the needles?" "Oh. Guilty as charged. I guess I want to share what I have with everyone." "Why?" "Why? Look at yourself. You're drunk, sad and alone at a bar on a Friday night. Once you have what I have, you are free to do anything. You can go anywhere. Nothing will scare you ever again." I was so far in my bad place, that I didn't think to say 'what about a long, lingering death? doesn't that scare you?'. "I get it, " was all I said. "Plus -- they have new drugs now. It's not just AZT any more. By the time I have symptoms, there will be even better stuff." "Maybe. But, like I said, you are free to do what you want to now. I won't hassle you. Go for it." "I'm already doing what I want to do. I'm hitting on you." God, he was good. "You want to poison me?" "You are still thinking about it all wrong, still. Let's do a shot and go sit somewhere." We did two shots of something brown. Whiskey maybe. We went to a little table. As we walked, I noticed some things: He was severely tall, and had on a really nice leather jacket. He was super thin and had a salon-perfect haircut. "This is nicer," he said. "I've been thinking...and I think I understand why you do this. Maybe I'm wasted, but it's kind of like fathering children, right? You plant something and it grows." "Sort of." "I can see your point of view. Sorry for trying to stop you." "All is forgiven if you do two things. First: take this pill. Second: Kiss me. I just swallowed the pill dry. While I was standing and he was sitting, our mouths were at the same level. I just gave in to the moment and kissed his full lips. I even put a hand on his shoulder. Well...it had begun. "We'll have one more drink and then go back to my place. Sound good?" "Yeah. You're not just trying to prove something, are you? Conquer an enemy?" "You never listen. I'll go get some drinks and we can leave." He walked away and left me alone with my complicated thoughts. The kiss was nice. I thought he would taste dark, but there was an energy there. A passion. Like a pulsating star. He brought me the glass and stayed standing at my side. It was my chance to feel the this famous crotch and I did. He was fully boned. If I went back to his place, he'd probably want to fuck me and then I'd be another victim. Strangely, I wanted that to happen. "You like my big, hard dick? I'll show it to you in a minute." I was mostly gone by that point. "Sounds good." "Let's go. I'm right around the corner. Need me to help you?" "Nah. I'm good." But I did need a little help. My knees felt weak. Maybe I just had to stretch a bit. Or get a little air. I found my balance and we walked a block or two to Andrew's loft. The building was nice...I remember that much. Once we were inside the door, I thought of Christmas. I don't know -- there was something about the lighting or the smell. What WAS that pill? Andrew removed his jacket and shoes. His black-socked feet were so long and skinny. Ichabod. He came back to the couch with a syringe in his hand. Full of clear liquid. "I don't know if you're ready for this just yet. Wjy don't you suck my cock while I take my medicine. I've been awake for three days and need a little pick-me-up. You might need a little too...your eyes are half-closed." He unzipped his fly and let a fat, soft penis hang out. As tempted as I was to kiss it and suck it, I hesitated. "Can I watch you shoot up first?" "Sure. Let's split it. You need to wake up a little and I just need enough to get me through twelve next twelve hours. You like that idea?" "Yeah. Why do you have Christmas lights up already?" "That's fatigue, Babe. This will clear your mind and chase some of the sadness away." He thumped his inner left arm and found the spot he wanted to inject into. He plunged that needle in and I cringed a little. I dreaded getting even flu shot. He let half the syringe flow into his body. His face blossomed with joy and he seemed to lose a few years of age. "Does it hurt?" "No pain, no gain. It is SO worth it." He reached over and rolled up my shirt sleeve. He felt around my forearm until he found a fat vein to stick the bloody needle in. It stung like a wasp. "Ow!" "It's over. I'm done. How do you feel?" A clap of lightning went from my heart to my brain. I saw it and heard it. Damn! Then I felt brand new...right off the "Price is Right" showroom. I hardly even cared that I never asked him what it was. I was also instantly hard...as was Andrew. Damn! He had a very large dick! "I feel like I could run a marathon!" He laughed. "I have a better idea..get down here and suck me." Weirdly, that seemed like the most natural request in the world. I bent over and took that hot tool in my mouth. It was hard as steel, but tasted like a man. I swear it was Christmas already. He held me back for about half a second while he removed the rest of his clothes. "This'll be easier in my bed. Let's go." "Show me the way." He lead me through his loft and I commented about how nice everything was. "Thanks. You just let me put that needle in you with no hesitation. You're probably poz now, but we need to make sure now." His bedroom was large and open. I was horny as Hell but also a little overwhelmed with everything. This happened so fast. "I don't know how to do anything, Andrew." "I know. I know. Just lie on your back and feel good. I like certain things." I lied back on his deliciously soft comforter. It was warm in here...or maybe I was warm. I knew I was breathing extra heavy. "What things?" "Relax. Nothing you won't like too." Andrew squatted over my head and positioned himself in a way so that my nose was buried in his ass and his big balls were on my lips. He didn't put his full weight down, so I could breathe. I sucked each ball carefully. My own sack was ultra sensitive -- so I was extra gentle. His butt didn't smell all that good. I could tell he had skipped a shower or two. But I found I didn't mind so much. I mean, it was Christmas after all. That's what I imagined. There was a blizzard outside and a huge fire burning in the fireplace. So warm in here. "Well done. I love my balls worked on. I am so close right now...I'll need to fuck you soon." "Yes, Yes. Poz me now." "Oh, it's as good as done now. I've got some excellent lube, but my dick will probably still tear you up a little. It won't feel very nice for the first few minutes. It'll probably be easier for you to get on all fours and let me in from behind." "Anything you say. I want this." Kneeling like this, like a dog, helped with my head spins a little. He said it wouldn't feel nice when his dick went inside me, but it did....in a wonderfully painful way. I couldn't separate pleasure from pain right then. He worked his way down into my deepest guts. "Damn! This is the absolute tightest hole I've ever been in! And you didn't even yell! You must be feeling good, right?" "I feel perfect." He grunted and kept thrusting that tool of his at a feverish pace. "Oh Shit. This ride is about to end, Buddy. Tell me what you want?" "I want you to poz my neg ass." "Say it like you mean it! Loudly!" "SPRAY YOUR TOXIC SEED INSIDE OF ME!!" "Ahhh... here it comes. Shit, man." Several rancid ropes of drugged, positive cum pulsed out of his dick and into my body. It was over with, and I was just another of his victims. I'd done and become what I used to try and prevent. Oh well. We spent most of the next day together, shooting up and fucking. Dirty needles and dirty cum. I went home and took Monday off. I was grateful I didn't become a speed addict like Andrew. But there was no way the virus hadn't worked it's horrible magic. I just knew it was in my blood now. We didn't hook up again after that time. I didn't even ask if he wanted to maybe "date". He was on a mission to convert as many negative men as he could. So that was the confession, dear friends. You might now understand why I am going to go offline for some time. I have disappointed all of you as well as myself. Let this be a lesson on how easy it is to lose your way.

Hot start man! Looking forward to more.

My buddy Rory, just points at his mouth and shouts,"¡Aquí! ¡Aquí!"

Thank you for doing this.

I have to admit I’m a quiet top and have to remember to talk. Think it’s because I learned having sex in places I wasn’t suppose to, so I had to be quiet, quick and discreet.

I usually hate quiet tops. But sometimes it's a turn on when they're in their own world, using you just to get off and not even bothering communicating with you

As always, this story is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in real life. Part 5: The Wheel Shawn was beginning to fall ill for weeks at a time. It had been a month since his first trip to the dairy farm and he had been back twice since. Whenever he wasn't ill, Joshua would make Shawn go to the local crossfit gym to make sure his body was in tip top shape. Before Shawn would get his desire of a fourth trip to the dairy farm, Joshua made him go visit the doctor. As expected, the doctor was not happy with him. "Shawn, I have bad news. You have become resistant to HIV medication as it appears you've been superinfected, meaning you have acquired multiple strains. Our tests show you have HIV-1 C, D, A, and H as well as ghonorrea, herpes, syphillis, HPV, and chlamydia. Your viral count is over 500k. This is very serious Shawn. Not only do I need to get you immediate treatment for these STI's, I think we need to check you in to the psychiatric ward." Shawn swallowed. His mouth was covered in cold sores and his cock burned from leaking discharge. "I will go get the paperwork." With that, Shawn left the doctor's office immediately and returned to John and Joshua with the news. They were delighted. "Your mission is almost complete," John said. "Josh, would you like to tell him?" Shawn looked confused. "There's been a slight change of plans for this evening." Joshua said. "Sir please! I want to go to the d-" Shawn was slapped across the face. "I'm not finished!" Joshua yelled. "If you would have read your contract before you signed it, you would have seen that you are to get AIDS in a year's time as well as every strain of HIV that is possible. Tonight, we will make sure that will happen." Shawn licked his lips and smiled. "If you will turn around, you will find we have a special suit for you to wear this evening. It is not your normal black, this time it is red, the color of blood." Shawn turned around and saw a red three piece suit, with a white shirt, no tie as usual. He quickly got dressed and headed down to the van. Shawn was blindfolded when he arrived at a new warehouse and pulled out of the van. He was quickly ordered to remove his jacket and cuff his sleeves. Shawn was so excited for what was about to happen. "Now take off your blindfold," he was ordered. "Yes, sir," Shawn said. He took his blindfold off as was disappointed to see that there were only 9 men. Then he looked down and saw a large wheel with cuffs for where a man's wrists and ankles would go. "Each of these nine men have a strain of HIV-1 or 2 that you do not have. Tonight, you will become the ultimate human petri dish, and to ensure that you take each of their strains, not only will they fuck you, they will also slam you." Each man pulled out a syringe that was filled with their blood. "Lay down on the wheel, spread out those arms and legs." Shawn swallowed and did has he was told. Once he was all strapped in, the wheel spun. The man he has facing with his legs open to began to smile. Before he new it the syringe had been jabbed in his arm and the wheel spun again. Once shawn's arm had been torn up with blood slams, each man bred him once, twice, even a third time. All nine men left Shawn alone. He laid there for strapped to the wheel for almost a day before he became extremely ill. That was when the men in hazmat suits came and retrieved Shawn, only this time he was conscious for his collection. Three weeks later Shawn returned to the doctor's office where he got a scolding. His viral load has spiked, already over 1.5 million. "You have AIDS, Shawn. You've progressed so quick I would say you have maybe one week." With that, the doctor stormed out of the examination room. Shawn licked his lips and texted Joshua. Stay tuned for the final installment...

I work in construction a new job which I just started. As my Forman was showing me around this enormous shopping center that we are working on he asked me to give him a hand in the basement. He took me down a few corridors and into this dark room. He put out some party favors and told me that it’s ok not to be nervous. After I did a few lines of coke with him he took off his tool belt and began undoing his pants pulling out his fat cock with a smile. He then says I had a feeling that I recognized you from grinder and read on your profile what a cock cum hungry whore you are. I wound up naked down to my panties going down on him and getting fucked. The next day it wasn’t just him but 6 other guys from the crew that joined in. They welcomed me to the crew and showed me my position. At the end of each day I wait for them on this dirty mattress dressed up like a dirty street whore and let them take turns seeding me sending me home a leaking hot mess.

Reading this I was thinking of the film, "The Ritz". It takes place in a gay bath house and there's a character that loves chubby men and runs around holding plates of sweet treats and yelling "Jelly roll baby!". A truly demented film. Yes, there's a lid for every pot.

Woof Sir.....damn love to be your kept cub..

A new outlook. "Worship." That inner voice was not going away any time soon. Suddenly something else changed. Since I had been placed in this hood it was like I could sense when people were nearby. "And how is my little piggy this morning?" His voice was soothing and familiar. "I'm well thank you Master Ant" I responded. "Good boy." A finger rubbed against my exposed hole. "Don't worry we will get you down soon and have you feeling more like yourself. But first I need something from you." Before he had finished his sentence he was balls deep in me. I screamed, certain he had torn me. He just kept thrusting. Faster and faster. "Scream loud piggy it makes me throb." As quickly as it had started I felt it end. His cum splashed in my now torn ring. He gasped and sighed in pleasure. Moments later true to his word I was being moved but before I could start to struggle consciousness fell from my grasp. As it left me all I heard was a new voice.... "Is he pregnant yet?"

The physical aspects of length, girth, and hardness all matter, but pride and aggression are fundamental to phallic power. Let them flow and cunt will surrender.

A top I know asked me last week if I wanted to play and if I can handle a gang bang! He made a post on a site called double list last week and said I wanted a gang bang! Saturday he said he told tons of men to come and breed me so I was kinda nervous ! In a all day period I took 14 BBC and 2 BWCs! Bred with 16 loads and now I’m so sore but I filled with tons of nut! My next goal is to take 50 dicks and loads in a day!

I've got an average length cock, but thick. I fit perfectly in men's and boy's assholes. They almost never struggle to accommodate me and I can thrust hard into them just using spit - I don't like lube. I enjoy a great fuck and they have the privilege of being seeded by me.

As a top, I have been told repeatedly that total tops are rare, which is probably the reason why, in all honesty I never give the size of my dick a lot of thought, so much so that I have never bothered to even measure it. When I was looking, I got that question a lot but all I did was to send a dick pic and I would get invites right away, so I guess at least my cock looks appealing LOL. however we all know size doesn’t really matter. It’s how you use your dick. For other tops out there: in my experience a man who knows how to carry himself and acts masculine (no disrespect to sissies, I am attracted to fems, love to use fag sissies) has a lot going for him. There shouldn’t be a shortage of bottoms willing to take you, regardless of size. And regardless of your size, if you have other talents like multiorgasms or able to be ready for seconds fairly quickly, you have it made!! My advice? Don't worry about size. A good bottom will see he’s in the presence of a Man when he meets you and his boypussy will start twitching in anticipation right away.

I had a bit of time to kill this morning. I opened Scruff and BBRTS. It was the same ol’ same ol’ — the usual profiles this time of day. And Mondays are notoriously slow here. I figured I’d respond to some messages and then preview some profiles in Key West (I’m headed there next week). A message popped up on BBRTS; new face, and it looked like it was within a mile of me. To be honest, I was doubtful it was legit. I chatted with him for about 15 minutes, exchanged a few more pics, and it seemed to be coming together. He was staying with his dad nearby until he started his new job in a few weeks. The catch was he didn’t drive, but I was willing to give it a shot since he was really close. I drove to the spot he asked to be picked up. Sure enough, he was standing there. He was 6’3”, a ginger, 27 y.o., and lanky. Attractive face, but more so because of his youth than his actual features. He was friendly and chatty as I drove back to my place. He mentioned again that he didn’t have long — he wanted to be home before his dad got back so he didn’t have to explain where he’d gone. We went right to the playroom with the sling. We were both limited on time, and neither had any hang ups about getting right to it. We tossed our clothes on the floor, and he dropped to his knees and started sucking on my cock, making it hard very quickly. I gently held his head between my hands and coaxed him back and forth. He’s a lot taller than me, so I had some trouble reaching down to play with his hole while he blew me. After a few minutes he stood up and I was the one sucking on his dick. 7” long, narrow with a pointed he—it reminded me of a spear. I ran my hands across his flat abs while I worked his cock in my mouth. He pulled back and told me to get into the sling. “I need to put my seed in you.” I rolled back into the sling, lifting my legs to either side of the heavy metal chains suspending me in the air. I felt the cool air across my exposed hole. Hanging in the sling is always a major turn on for me, knowing my ass is spread and inviting. I squirted a small amount of silicon lube into my fingers and primed my hole. He slipped my feet through the loops, then took the lube and. greased his spear. I hit my poppers, taking two long drags on the bottle, watching him stroke his dick as he stepped up to the sling. I was turned on watching his lean body standing at my ass, his eyes focused on positioning my cock toward my waiting hole. He fingered me quickly to ensure where the target was as the popper rush hit me. My body felt intensely warm, my heart beating faster, and my hole became greedy. I needed his dick in me. “Come on and fuck me.” He pressed the head against my waiting hole. His cock slid in easily —- a long, deep penetration that brought a groan from each of us. He didn’t waste time, getting right into a hot rhythm by pulling the sling back and forth so my ass was gliding up and down his long shaft. I took another hit of poppers, loving the sight of the young stud pleasuring himself inside my hole. He closed his eyes and kept working the chains to rock the sling back and forth. “You want my load, don’t you?” He asked. “Fuck yeah! You’re here to breed me.” He grinned. “Fuck yeah I am.” He leaned back and used the chains to leverage his weight and start thrusting his spear deeper. The chains started rattling louder below the sling. “Oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Pound my ass!” I took another hit of the poppers, this time sloshing some out of the bottle, but not caring. “Breed me! I want to feel that load inside!” “Fuck yeah. I’m gonna coat your guts.” I felt him turn that magic corner where he became focused on his own pleasure, the pressure rising inside nuts and swelling his cock as he got closer to cumming. “Oh fuck yeah!” he never stopped his long thrusts, but I felt his body quake as his dick was spurting in my hungry ass. I loved the mix of euphoria and that intense dick sensitivity that accompanies cumming. But he kept thrusting as my own dick erupted. We didn’t linger after we came. I rolled out of the sling while he stood there breathing hard. His long spear and my ass were both glazed with his cum. Within 5 minutes we were back in my car to drop him off before his dad arrived home.

Part 11 I threw TJ's jeans at him as he layed there on the dirty, piss covered ground, cum leaking out of his hole. "Get dressed you fucking white trash cumdump!" I ordered him as I shoved the fat pug back into is ass. I just stood over him as he slowly pulled his pants on, spitting on him. "Hurry up you little faggot!" I demanded. He pulled his jeans on and I unlocked his leash. I started to lead him back out through the maze, past all the homeless guys that had just used him. He just hung his head in shame as we walked. I looked at him, his long, stringy hair matted with cum, his naked tattooed torso covered in streaks of dirt and slime and couldn't help myself. My newest prize looked so trashy and fucked up that I grabbed him by the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, smashing his face into the cold, hard bricks. I ripped down his jeans and pulled out the plug. Cum ran out of his ass and onto my big, hard cock before I rammed it into him.TJ moaned as I slammed into him over and over while I pushed his face into the bricks, leaving scratches all over one side of his face. "You fucking take that you little bitch!" I growled, as if he had any other choice. "You're a disgusting little meth slut, aren't you bitch? You'll do anything to get high, won't you? Come on, let me hear it bitch. Tell me what you are!" "I'm a meth slut." TJ gurgled. "I'll do anything to get high." "Damn straight you will, you low down, pathetic faggot!" I hissed as I pumped another of my dirty loads into his increasingly wrecked hole. After I re-plugged him and pulled his jeans back up, I led him to the car and opened the trunk, throwing him in. "Thats where disgusting little meth pigs deserve to ride." I said as I slammed the trunk closed. I drove to our next destination. The bathhouse. The sleazy one where anything goes and usually does. I led TJ from the trunk to the front desk, where the desk clerk just leered at him. George, a big bear of a man, just passed me a key as I slid him a baggie of T. He knew what was up. I always bring my whores here. The second we walked through the door, I made TJ remove his jeans and led him naked to our room. Of course I took the long route, so as many people as possible could see my newest victim in all his trashy glory. We passed one of the regulars, Ben. He wasn't that old, early 40's, but in the advanced stages of AIDS. His skin sagged off his skinny, once muscular body while his belly puffed out. He smiled at us as he looked TJ up and down with his sunken eyes. "Any luck tonight?" I asked him. "Naw." He replied. "But that's how it goes." I just smiled and beckoned him to follow us. He did and soon I was shutting the door to our room. Ben sat on the bed as I pushed TJ to the floor. I dug out my supplies and handed Ben a pipe." "Where'd you find this one?" He asked, as he got the pipe rolling. "Skate park." I replied. "Damn, you're lucky." He said as exhaled a cloud. "It's all skill my man." I laughed. "You just need to know how to trap the stupid bitches." Ben laughed as he sat back, hitting the pipe as I pulled out another little baggie. I quickly laid out two lines on the bathhouse floor and handed TJ a little straw. He quickly snorted them up, not having any idea that is wasn't T, but K. Some good old Ketamine. In no time flat, he was collapsed on the floor as he sunk into the K-hole. Ben and I pulled him onto the bed. "He's ready for you." I said, as Ben stroked his hardening cock. I pulled out the plug, and more cum ran out. I scooped it up and wiped it into TJ's slack, open mouth. He stared at Ben with vacant eyes, unable to move as his legs were lifted and yet another cock slid into his "straight" skaterboy cunt. "Oh god he feels so good!" Ben moaned as he slid his 7" cock in and out of the incapacitated boy. "So loose, so juicy! I'm not gonna last long!" I sat back, enjoying the pipe as I watched the diseased ravaged man have his way with my helpless whore. Soon, I was enjoying the site of Ben deeply kissing my whore as he buried himself in to the hilt and pumped TJ full of a really, nasty load. "Got another one in you?" I asked as I handed him the pipe. "You know I do!" He enthusiastically answered. "Help me roll him over." We rolled TJ onto his stomach and Ben climbed on top of him, sliding his cock back into the barley conscious boy. He laid his body on TJ's and wrapped his arms around him as he sawed in and out of TJ's cumhole. After a little bit, TJ started coming back to reality and began moaning as his ass was fucked yet again. I smiled an evil smile as Ben deposited his second high viral load into my whore. "Thank you." He said as he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. "No, thank YOU." I smiled as I fingered TJ's cum filled hole. After about 20 minutes TJ was back to being semi conscious and I was ready for the last part of his ordeal for the night. I gave him one, final big slam. Then I stood him up with his arm over my shoulder for support, and helped walk him out the door and down the hall. I knew at this point, TJ's mind was more than gone. He may have been technically conscious, but he probably had no idea of where or even who he was at this point. This only made the men we passed stare more leacherously at the dirty, skanky, trashy teenager as I led him to the open play room. With a little help, I soon had him splayed on a St. Andrew's cross, his back and ass exposed and ready, his mouth gagged to help stifle the inevitable screams. Because, as fucked up as he was, he was going to feel this! A small crowd had gathered to watch as I picked up a whip and expertly landed the first blow right in the middle of TJ's back. He screamed as his body tensed up and a dark red welt appeared. After a few more strokes, TJ just hung there blubbering. Someone took mercy on him and fed him some poppers, but I didn't stop. Not until I had landed 20 lashes across his teenage whore back. I had broken the skin in a few places, and a little bit of blood dripped down. Then I took a bandana from one of the guys and soaked it in poppers, tying it across TJ's nose. Soon, his head just kind of flopped as I picked up a cane. Looking around, I could see many men masturbating as they watched the scene in front of them. "Don't blow your loads gents!" I said to the room. "This slut will be available as soon as I'm done!" And with that, I raised the cane and brought it down full strength across TJ's ass cheeks. He part screamed, part whimpered, and part moaned into the gag as I watched a deep red mark appear. Three more strikes and TJ was once again blubbering. After 10, I stopped and admired what I had done. TJ's ass was just one giant, swollen, throbbing piece of flesh. It was dark purple where the cane had struck the same spot more than once, and a little blood ran down his legs. And true to my word, I made TJ available after that. I and another guy released him from the cross and laid him on a fuck bench, strapping him down. I left the gag in, as I didn't want any loads going in his mouth. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the show, watching these men fuck my freshly beaten bitch. They ran their hands over his body, feeling the welts and the heat that radiated from them. A few of the guys even pulled their cocks out of his ass, and shot their loads across his bloodied back and ass, rubbing their, most likely, dirty semen into the fresh wounds that covered his young, teenage body. See, I told you anything goes here! After a couple of hours, the last man dumped into TJ and it was time to leave. I had to have help getting him off the fuck bench, to the room, and out to my car, as TJ could barely stand at this point. Once I got back to my place, I hefted him out of the trunk and carried him up the stairs over my shoulder. I dropped him on the bed where he just stared up at me with those vacant, fucked up eyes. I smiled at my toy. Then I took another syringe and gave TJ a powerful sedative that would knock his ass out for at least 12 hours. Then I pulled off his jeans and crawled next to him. I ran my hands all over his body as he lay unconscious on his stomach, feeling the damage I had inflicted on him. It made my cock hard. I spread his legs and pulled out the plug. I groaned as I looked at his hole. It wasn't even closing. It just gaped open, a very angry red as I could see some of insides poking out. Cum dripped from his new little rosebud and I fingered him, proud of myself for the destruction I had caused to his straight boy ass. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a piercing. I quickly swapped my regular one for one that had several spikes poking out. Then I slid into him. TJ didn't move a muscle in his passed out state as my huge cock and spiked piercing proceeded to shred his insides even more. His hole was just a loose, wet sloppy hole by this point. I could barely feel it around my dick. I moved my hips around as I pressed the spikes into his innards. Then, I pulled out, relishing the site of my cock covered in slime and fresh blood. I held onto his hips and slammed myself back into him and fucked his lifeless body for a good twenty minutes before I flooded it one last time for the night with another, dirty load.

In High School, my best friends dad fucked me a couple of times. He made me wear his wife's panties and told me he was going to get me pregnant. I still get off thinking about it, hehe.

I took 4 loads in my married ass on Saturday at the bookstore and then went home and fucked the wife with cum running from my ass!

Lucky little fag! I used to do this for free with dirty old men and anyone. Go out for drinks with my straight mates, then why waste time trying to pull a hot girl to fuck? used to sneak out to the local bear late at night. the thrill when a dirty old man yanks your jeans down and you feel exposed in the cool night air. The feeling of him shoving his dirty tongue up my arse and then roughly finger fucking me! It’s better than any straight sex. I was happy to be used by anyone! The filthier the better!

Part 7 It didn't take Paul very long to get to my place. As soon as I opened the door he gave me a high 5. "Another piece of trash to add to your list eh?" He said, entering my apartment. "Can't wait to see the fucker!" We went directly into the bed room where TJ was still splayed out giving a perfect view of his just raped ass. The hairs around his butthole were matted down from lube and fuck juice, and a small bit of pinkish cum dribbled out of his hole. "God damn that's hot!" Said Paul as he stripped of his clothes. "Look at that fucking pretty hole." TJ just laid there and softly moaned as Paul crawled between his legs. "Pease, no more." He quietly begged. I approached TJ's head and showed him another loaded rig. He just looked up at me with glazed over eyes. "Do you want more of this?" I asked him. And the greedy little meth whore inside of him respond, "Yes please." I smiled knowing I had almost totally broken this straight boy. "Then let my friend fuck you and it's all yours." I said as I dangled it in front of him. "All you have to do is ask him to fuck you. Ask him to fuck you, and when he's done, you'll get your reward." I could see that in TJ's fucked up head he was still fighting with his instincts as a straight boy to not give in. But I knew the meth whore inside of him would win over. I continued to dangle the rig in front of his face. "Come on, say it." I urged him on. "Ask him to fuck you. You've already taken one cock, and his is smaller. Do it!" I ordered him. TJ stared at the rig in front of his face. Finally, his mouth formed the words I wanted to hear. "Please fuck me." He said quietly. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." I retorted. "Please fuck me!" He said louder, with a certain desperation in his voice. That was all Paul needed to hear. He slid his 7 inches into the bound teenager beneath him. TJ let out a loud groan and his eyes rolled back in his head as Paul bottomed out in him. "Oh man that's nice!" Exclaimed Paul. "So tight and wet! Such a nice fucking pussy!" I sat back as I watched Paul fuck the piece of trash beneath him. The piece of trash that had just traded his ass for drugs. He slid his cock all the way out, then all the way back in. TJ grunted and moaned in pleasure as he took his second cock, giving in to his inner whore. Paul started to really pound TJ hard, slamming his hips into the skinny, hairy ass beneath him. I knew he was close to cumming and soon, he buried himself as he trembled and shook, and I knew he was pumping TJ full with another dirty load. TJ moaned as his guts were filled. Paul pulled out and wiped his slimy cock on TJ's hairy buttcrack before he rolled over in satisfaction. I examined TJ's hole and saw more light pink cum dripping out of it. I grabbed a pipe and sat on the bed next to Paul and got it rolling. We passed it back and forth while TJ turned his head to us and softly whined. I knew he wanted the pipe, but he wasn't getting it. When we finished, I picked up the rig and said to TJ, "Is this what you want? Do you want this now?" "Yes please!" He begged. "Can I please have it now?" "Yes you may." I said as I undid him from the chains. I rolled him over and Paul tied off his arm. Then, I took TJ's legs and placed them over my shoulders, lining up my cock to his hole. "What? Wait. You said I could have it if I asked him to fuck me!" He whined. "Yes boy. And you shall, as soon as my cock is back inside you." I replied. This was very important for his conditioning. I wanted him to associate a slam with cock in his ass. I wanted them to be one and the same with him. I started pushing into him and he gritted his teeth and winced in pain as his formerly virgin ass was stretched wide open again. Paul swabbed his arm and got the needle ready as I buried myself into the whore. "Look at me!" I demanded. TJ looked at me through his foggy eyes as Paul stuck the needle in him. As soon as he released the band, TJ's eyes rolled back into his head again as he coughed. I started pounding the boy as hard as I could, as he broke out in a fresh sweat. "Take it you little fucking meth whore!" I hissed. "Take the cock you traded your ass for. I'm gonna fuck up your world so much you little slut! I'm gonna use your ass however I want, and you're going to beg for it. You're gonna learn what you have to do to get high!" TJ responded by wrapping his arms and legs around me as he gave himself over to me and the drugs. "Fuck me, oh god fuck me!" He gasped. "Oh god it feels so good. Please fuck me harder! Oh fuck it's so good! Fuck my ass!" And fuck him I did. I pounded his little ass for at least 20 minutes before I unloaded into his guts. I pulled out and TJ just collapsed onto the bed. Paul lifted up his legs and slammed his cock back into the boy. "Yeessssss!" TJ groaned. "Fuck me, yeah! Come on man, give me your cock! Fuck me harder!" He cried out. I just sat back and enjoyed watching TJ's transition from a straight boy to a cock hungry cumdump meth whore.

Part 6 I didn't see TJ for a few days until he showed up at my door Thursday evening holding a duffel bag. He smelled horrible and looked even worse. His long hair was filthy and stringy and he was covered in dirt. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, which wasn't far from the truth. Without a word I let him into my apartment and he moved to my couch. "On the floor!" I ordered him. "You're not sitting your filthy ass on my couch!" He dropped to his knees and sat down looking dejected and pathetic. I sat on the couch and offered him the loaded bong. He smiled up at me as he took it. After a few hits, he told me what was going on. It turns out that he had gone home to take a shower. His roommates, seeing him covered in dried cum and smelling like a cheap whore, knew he was tweaking hardcore and kicked him out right on the spot. They threw his clothes and his skateboard out the window and that was that. He was homeless. He spent the next few days and nights on the street, sleeping where he could. He had sold his skateboard to get a little bit of money for food, but that quickly ran out. He didn't know what else to do, so he turned to me for help. Big mistake. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for to finally finish what I had been working towards for weeks. I looked down on him and said, "You know, if I let you stay here, we're going to have to work out some way for you to pay me." "I know," he meekly replied. "I've already thought about it. I'm willing to suck your cock whenever you want. I'll suck your friends cocks too. Just please, can you help me out?" I didn't say a word as I fished my cock out of my shorts. After all, I wasn't agreeing to his terms, he just didn't know mine yet. He leaned forward and took me into his mouth. He really did a good job of sucking me, he was a natural at it. In no time flat I was feeding him another one of my dirty loads. Then I told him to take a shower. As he was cleaning days of dirt and grime off his skinny pale body, I prepared the bedroom for TJ's fate. By the time he finished his shower, I was back on the couch with 4 fat lines prepared on the mirror. I handed him a rolled up bill and he snorted down 2 of them like the junky he was becoming. I snorted the other 2 and sat back on the couch, enjoying the site of the naked teenager on my couch. I handed him the loaded pipe and told him to smoke the whole thing. As he blew out a big white cloud, I picked up some restraints I had beside the couch. "What are those?" He asked as a puzzled look crossed his face. "Just some leather accessories." I told him. "I've decided that cock sucking will only be one of your duties. You will also serve as my houseboy. You know, just some cleaning, lite cooking, laundry, stuff like that. But you have to wear a uniform." "Ok," he shrugged, blowing out another big cloud. My hands trembled a bit as I leaned down and attached the first restraint to his hairy ankle. So close, I was getting so close! I quickly had the second restraint around his other ankle. As he was torching the bowl for another hit, I reached up and attached first one, then the other restraint to his wrists. He barely paid attention as he concentrated on the bowl. As he blew out another big hit, I wrapped a collar around his neck, and buckled it. TJ just went with the flow and didn't question anything. After all, he was getting high again, and that's all he cared about. I sat back to enjoy the site before me. The black leather contrasted so beautifully with his pale skin. He looked every bit the perfect little piece of trash that he was. He looked at me with wide, saucer like eyes and I knew he was ready. Even if he wasn't, I was. "Come with me." I said, standing him up. "I'm going to show you one of your duties." He stood up and followed me to the bedroom, completely oblivious of what was about to happen to him. I pretended I was going to show him how to make my bed, and as soon as I had his right wrist in the corner, I had it attached to the chain on my headboard. "What the fuck?" He started. "What the fuck is going on?" I didn't say a word. I just pushed him onto the bed and jumped on his back, holding him down. He struggled beneath me, shouting "Let me go! Please! Don't do this!" He begged. I ignored him and soon had his other wrist attached as well. Now he wasn't going anywhere. He continued to yell and beg and plead, and as much as that turned me on, I didn't want the neighbors to hear his screams. I picked up a ball gag and forced it into his mouth, stifling his pleas. He kicked at me as I tried to secure his legs, but I just sat on them to hold them still as I attached them to more chains. After a bit more struggling, I stood up and looked down on my prize. TJ struggled hard trying to free himself as he yelled into the gag. Tears started to flow from his eyes as he realized there was no escape. I just enjoyed the site of my skater boy spread eagled and helpless, his legs spread apart, displaying his defenseless hairy ass. I shoved a shard up his ass as I lubed up my 11 inch monster. I also rubbed some fine powder all over his puckered hole. TJ moaned as he felt the burning. That was nothing compared to the burning he would soon feel! I took a bandana and poured some poppers on it and tied it around TJ's nose. Soon his body relaxed a bit as his head went into orbit. I placed the head of my dick against TJ's virgin hole. It was met with resistance, but I didn't care. I gave one really hard push, and my head popped past his anal ring. TJ's head flew back and his back arched as he screamed, but I didn't stop. I held onto his hips and continued pushing myself into him. Sweat covered his body and fresh tears streamed from his eyes as he half screamed and half sobbed into the gag. I had about three more inches to go when I felt some more resistance deep inside of him. I knew I was at his second sphincter. I grabbed his shoulders and used every bit of power I could muster and slammed myself all the way into him. TJ screamed and passed out. I held myself in the kid while I slapped his face a few times, and eventually he came back around. He just moaned in pain as I laid buried in him. I pulled out, enjoying seeing the red streaks that covered my cock. I knew I had tore the kid a bit, and that made me smile. TJ breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his hole being emptied, but it was short lived. I grabbed a prepared rig and a rubber hose, then I forced my cock all the way back into my skater boy. I tied off his bicep and twisted his arm so the good part was available and I saw a nice plump vein sticking up. Then I leaned into his ear. "Now, your going to feel a little prick in your arm, and if you know what's good for you, you won't move a muscle or you could get really hurt. Do you understand?" TJ shook his head yes. Then, with all 11 inches of myself buried in the kid, I swabbed his arm and very carefully stuck the needle in. TJ didn't flinch as I drew back to register blood, then slowly pushed the plunger down, administering a huge slam to the already fucked up boy. Then I pulled off the rubber hose and threw it and the needle aside. This was the moment I been waiting for. TJ's body went ridged as he started to cough. I just started fucking him as the rush went through his young body. I pulled about 5 inches out before slamming myself back in balls deep. Over and over I pounded his insides, my large p.a. battering his intestines. TJ started to moan in pleasure as my cock tore into him. I removed the ball gag and TJ just mumbled some gibberish. He grunted and moaned louder, like the cheap little whore he was, but was unable to form words, only pleasure sounds. I pounded his straight boy ass for 15 minutes before I started to feel the oncoming orgasm. I grabbed his long hair and pulled his head back as I let out long groan and pumped the first dirty load of this kids life into his wrecked innards. I collapsed onto him as my cock drained every bit of its seed into TJ. I eventually pulled out, admiring the pink slime covering my dick. TJ's hole already gaped open a bit and was an angry red colour. I grabbed my phone and called Paul. "Get over here!" I told him. "I just fucked the kid and he's ready for more cock!"

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I really like the pace and allure of the set-up. I hope the sexy will be as erotic without hesitating to also be just as sleazy and nasTy/trashy as (we really know deep down) Jake wants it to be!!

I'd fucking love to be the bottom that gets this type of hot as treatment... DAMN!!!!

About once a month I have to spend a couple of days in the West Midlands for work. I usually stay over in the centre of Birmingham and if I'm feeling horny in the evening after work I sometimes go to Boltz or Unit 2 and generally find a mouth or a fit arse to take my load. It's a great way to unwind after working hard all week. Last month I had to stay just outside Coventry instead as I had an early meeting there the next morning. I was really horny that evening. I had been working very hard all week and for days had not even had time for a wank never mind anything else. I decided to go on line to see if I could find a cruising ground anywhere near but did not have much luck. I posted my location, much more in hope than expectation, but I hadn't been on line very long before I got messaged by a guy asking if I was up for sucking him off. I checked his profile - bi, late 20s, big cock. He didn't have any pics but I was so horny I didn't really care. I messaged him back and said I was well up for sucking him off. He then asked if I would lick his arse. I said yes of course and he said he had been working all day and hadn't showered - would that be a problem for me? "No problem" I messaged back truthfully. I wasn't at all sure he would turn up but I got ready anyway and while I was waiting I had another look at his profile. I was interested that he had put "bottom" on his profile. He had also put "always" for safer sex, but I figured it didn't really matter since I would only be giving him a blow job anyway. A little to my surprise, he texted me right on time that he was outside. I went down to let him in and didn't see anyone at first. Then someone got out of a builder's van and came towards me. He was much fitter than I thought he would be - not particularly good looking, but very straight looking, thin, with tattoos on both arms. He was wearing a T shirt and trackie bottoms which were splashed with paint and plaster. He didn't say anything but nodded and followed me into the hotel and up to my room. He didn't seem to want to mess about - I sat down on the bed and he just stood in front of me and pulled his cock out of his pants. He was already hard and his profile didn't lie about him having a big cock. He closed his eyes and sighed as I took hold of it and began to suck him off. I enjoyed every minute of sucking his thick cock and after a while I could tell he was getting close to coming. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and, without a word, pulled his trackies and pants right down and turned around, pushing his arse into my face. I was more turned on than ever as he bent over and I pulled his cheeks apart. His arse was quite smooth with a few hairs around his hole. I pushed my tongue up his hole and began lick him. His hole was pretty funky but I really didn't care. He was really into it now and before long he was kneeling up on the edge of the bed in just his socks and T shirt and I had my tongue right up his dirty, sweaty hole. I was really horny by now and decided to find out if he was willing to go any further. I fingered his hole and he didn't resist as I pushed my finger up him and began to finger fuck him. I stood up and rubbed the head of my cock over his wet hole. Still no reaction so I began to push and the head of my cock went in to his hole. He pulled away then, looked over his shoulder and spoke for the first time "You got a rubber mate?" I said I didn't and I figured that would be the end of it but to my surprise he shrugged and said "ok". He turned away again and pushed his arse back up in the air. I rubbed some lube on his arse and then lined up my cock and pushed it against his hole. He was tight, but not as tight as I thought he would be and my cock slid up him fairly easily. I didn't want to come too soon so I started off fucking him slowly, enjoying every minute of barebacking this fit bi lad. I began to fuck him harder now, he was wanking his cock and pushing his arse back against me. I was close to coming now and thought he might ask me to pull out but he did not react as I groaned and began to shoot my load right up him. It felt like I was never going to stop coming and I shot every last bit of my spunk right up him. I pulled out his arse and he stood up. As he did, I saw that he had come on the bed - he obviously enjoyed the fuck as much as I did. He bent over to pick up his pants and I saw some spunk sliding out of his arse hole. Just at that moment his phone went and he answered it. I could hear a woman's voice and he said "Yeah, on my way babe". Without a word he pulled on his pants, trousers and shoes and left without even looking at me. It was a very horny fuck and somehow I don't think it's the first time he's gone home with a load of cum in his arse.

I lost track of time as Jason fucked my hole. I was tweaking so hard my hole burned with pleasure. Jason's large dick stayed rock hard, scissoring into my insides brutally as the other three men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. "Whew, I'm high," one of them groaned. "Not as high as this good boy right here," another one chuckled as he grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, then pushed down and gagged me with it. Meanwhile, Jason leaned down and licked my face as he impaled me with his dick. He fucked me so hard he was trying to hurt me. "Damn, his pussy's so tight," he growled as he took a draw from a cigarette. "Cum inside me," I moaned weakly as the other mens' dicks slapped my face and poked at my lips. "You want my poz load? You want me to breed that sloppy little cunt?" he roared. I opened my mouth to answer, but Bruce had mounted my chest and slid his dick into my mouth. I felt Jason grab my ankles hard and spread my legs as wide as he could. His dick hardened in my ass and trembled, and I felt pump after pump of warm fluid rush up my rectum. "TAKE. MY. LOAD. YOU. LITTLE. WHORE!" he roared, slamming his load deeper into me with every word. I flexed my toes in pleasure as he rammed his cum into me. He slid his dick out, leaving my ass feel empty and sore. The head of his dick made a little "pop!" sound as it left my hole. At the same time, Bruce pulled out of my mouth and came heavily on my face, adding thick white clumps of semen to the spit already covering my face. Before I could take a breath, he pushed his dick inside my mouth again to have me clean it off, while another one of the men plunged his dick inside my ass. The other men laughed degradingly and spat on my body. I had no idea what time it was or how long they had fucked me for, but John and Blake fucked me and added their loads to my pussy before leaving, then Jason fucked me again, then Bruce. I pushed into Bruce's cock as he churned the cocktail of cum inside me. Globs of white cum leaked out of my ass, stuck to his dick, and trickled down onto the bed. My sticky ass squeaked as he pummeled my cunt, lubed only with poz cum. My legs bounced with every thrust of his big dick. A waterfall of white fluid had leaked onto my taint down my asscrack. Bruce leaned down and put his hand over my throat. “You want Daddy’s poz load inside of that tight hole? You wanna be Daddy’s dirty little drugged up whore?” “Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me!” “What do you want? I can’t hear you.” “Fill me with your poz load! Make me your bitch! My boypussy is to service your big dick, poz me up and use me like your piece of meat! This hole is yours!” I barked. “Fuck yeah it is!” he roared, spitting into my face as he rammed his cock into me, cumming violently. I moaned in pleasure as he jammed his tool as deeply and sharply into my gut as he could. My ass made a sound like he was grinding meat, and my hole was now overflowing with so much cum it bubbled and lathered onto his dick. He scooped the excess and crammed it into my ass. Then he moved over to my face and rubbed the cum on his dick onto my face. “Good whore,” he groaned. “Let’s seal the deal.” Bruce left the room for a little bit and came back with a tattoo gun. “Stay still,” he ordered. I felt a painful burning prick on my ass, but I relaxed and rode my high. In sloppy handwriting, Bruce had permanently labeled “Cum Dump” on my asscheeks. At this time, Jason re-entered the room with ten other middle-aged men. Some were fat and balding, some looked gaunt, others were built and muscular. Their dicks had various sizes, but all of them were paid customers. I laid their groaning, my ass bubbling with white goo and my face covered in globs of cum and spit. Jason walked over and stuck me with another .7 slam. The mens’ cocks grew hard watching my pimp drug me up. I had come down a little from my high before, but now I was wired all over again. My existence was nothing but a hole, a disposable dump n’ run. My purpose was to be bred by men, and if I let them, Jason would slam me. “Go on, boys; he’s all lubed up. Get your $10’s worth,” he said, grinning. I lifted my legs and tossed my head back. Continued in part 4