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My partner and I were staying at a gay men’s resort for the weekend. Sunday afternoon has a pool party and happy hour that draws a large crowd of visitors from other hotels and locals in addition to the guests. A quick headcount says there were easily 75 guys on property this Sunday. We were both being friendly and flirty in the pool, making conversation with various people. I saw a few guys zone in on my partner. His dark, handsome features and swimmer’s chest are always popular. I picked out a few guys, most of them otters, whom I talked up when possible. There’s a steady ebb and flow to the pool area as people make their way to the bar, their rooms, and cruise the property. Mid afternoon I started to wander and made my way up to the playroom. As soon as I was through the plastic sheeting covering part of the entrance, I could hear the soft moans of man-on-man sex. A couple guys stood in the narrow hallway as I made my way back to the video room. My eyes were still adjusting to the dim lighting, so I could only make out silhouettes in the darkness. The video room already had 6 men in it, so I found my way to pleather seating along the sides of the room and settled in. Three guys were standing in the back of the cozy room with someone on his knees working their cocks. I recognized that body immediately — my partner was busy at work. A guy in his 30s sat next to me, a lean body with a few small tattoos and dark hair. I’d spied him in the pool, but hadn’t spoken. I waggled my hardon and he greedily went down on it. I encouraged his work by rubbing his back and massaging the rear of his head. I heard the familiar squeak of a lube bottle being pumped; I looked over and saw one of the guys lean over and play with my partner’s ass. I love seeing this happen, and responded by pushing my own cocksucker’s head down so he took the full length of my shaft. He groaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before my partner was stood up and being bent over the fuck bench that dominated the room, his body now must a foot away from me and my cocksucker. I handed my poppers to one of the guys who was positioning himself at the head of the bench. “Popper him up,” I said. He twisted off the cap and pressed the bottle up under my partner’s nose, flooding his lungs with the stuff. My partner is a popper whore, and I wanted him giving his best performance. As he inhaled deeply, I added some lube to my fingers and gently applied it to my cocksucker’s hole as he continued to work my shaft — this boy was hungry! He responded to my fingers with a soft groan, signaling his willingness. I heard the lube bottle being pumped again, and one of the guys stepped up to bat behind my partner. His head came up sharply and he winced, “Ah!’ As his ass was penetrated. His hole was obviously being stretched wide, and he started to ride it to open up. One of his would-be assailants pressed his chest into the padded bench. “Fuck the slut,” he growled. There is something amazingly hot to seeing your partner’s beautiful body in a totally vulnerable position, and him being used by other men. My cocksucker suddenly stood up and started applying more lube to my own cock. Obviously inspired by the fucking next to us, he sat down on my cock. He was still wearing a jockstrap, making clear his role in the room. My cock was surrounded by the intense heat inside him, his ass velvety warm and tight as he began to ride my cock. Someone pushed poppers under his nose, and he began riding more vigorously. I knew it would be very easy to unload in his hole when i was ready. My partner was getting pounded just a few inches in front of us. The sound of the skin slapping against skin was evident in the small playroom, and I loved hearing his grunts and moans as his hole was taken. A few more guys had come into the room or were standing in the doorway enjoying the show. The guy riding my cock was clearly excited showing off for the audience and began taking longer strides up and down my cock — it felt amazing! I saw two guys switch places behind my partner’s ass on the fuck bench, the second one sliding a freshly lubed hardon into my man. “Oh fuck! That’s a thick cock.” The new guy didn’t waste time, getting right into a fast, pounding rhythm as my partner took it like a champ. The air in the room was getting kinda thick and muggy from the heavy breathing and sweat. The guy riding my cock stood up, then moved to my left where he laid down on his back on the leather seating, raising his legs to reveal his hungry hole. As I stood and moved to plunge back into him, I ran a hand along my partner’s back as he was taking cock; his skin was covered in sweat. The boy I was fucking looked super hot displayed on his back, nice tight body, legs spread and hungry. I dove in, knowing I wasn’t going to waste time. I started slamming his hole, making him grunt and yelp. The sounds of he and my partner being pounded mingled in the room, and you could hear the sound of guys jacking their cocks to the live show. “I’m gonna cum,” the guy fucking my partner said, and he unloaded into my partner’s smooth ass. Knowing he was being flooded with someone else’s cum pushed me to the edge. ”You’re getting bred next,” I said to my bottom. ”Fuck yeah,” he said. I slammed in and out, making him wince, but he never shied away. I could feel my balls get tight and the urge to release was building quickly. I had my back to the fuck bench now, totally focused on the bottom boy giving me his ass for my own pleasure. I grunted and felt the juices start to flow freely, filling his tight hole with my load. He gasped as he felt it, and I gave a few deep thrusts to ensure my load was buried deep inside him. I collapsed back into the couch seating on the other side of the fuck bench, my cock still hard but drained. Someone else moved in to keep working on the bottom I’d just bred. Meanwhile, my partner had a fresh cock buried inside his ass, fucking him with the previous load. My partner was grunting and moaning, which is sweet music to my ears. He was still kneeling on the fuck bench, being used by a handful of strangers. I had someone popper him up again, and I sat back to watch as he took another two loads. He was oblivious to who was using him, totally focused on the feeling deep in his hole as he was used. The second guy to breed him pulled out, then made his way around and pushed his cock into my partner’s mouth. “Clean it off, pig. Good pig. That’s a good piggy boy.” The third breeder was already inside him and didn’t waste any time marking his territory. It was definitely a rough fuck for my partner, spit roaster and a relentless top using his hole. I could already tell his hole was going to be tender after this. The third breeder unleashed inside my partner, grunting as he pushed it inside. My partner lay there for a couple moments, panting, collecting himself after being ridden hard. His body was dripping with sweat, and he seemed a bit disoriented as he pushed himself upright. He didn’t see me there, more focused on making his way out of the room of men who had watched him being used. I heard one of the guys slap his ass as he walked by and say, “Fucking hot piggy.”

Part 4 "Tom has never told me anything and all I know is from comments and questions he's made to Patrick. The moment he asked Patrick the first poz related question, Patrick knew where it was going" Dennis said and paused before continuing "We've always been really close, so Patrick told me, asking me not to say anything to anyone, especially you. At least now that the cat's out of the bag, I don't have to hold it in." "You know how hard it was not saying anything while I watch your relationship implode when I knew how to fix it? If I said anything it would mean I broke my promise to my closest friend. So... I didn't and watched you two tear each other apart" Dennis said, a tear running down his face. "Damn. I'm sorry you got stuck in the middle. You did the right thing though. Breaking Patrick's trust would have been the worst choice" I told him. I took a long breath and continued "There were a hundred ways for me to find out what Tom was thinking. I just wish he would have told me sooner" I said. In the end I decided that Dennis was right, and if anyone was to poz Tom it should be me. It wasn't like I was avoiding it or following my own advice to get protected from getting myself infected. "How do you want it to go? Know who did it or a group thing?" Dennis asked. The sinister smile on his face told me he had a preference, but when he didn't say anything more, I knew it was all up to me. "I'd like to know. Who do you know that can charge me up?" I asked Dennis. "Hmm, there's three that I know of off hand that are really toxic and would be into it... Rico, Tony and... me. From the text message I got earlier, both of them are very willing" Dennis said. "You? I thought you were a bottom and undetectable" I asked after giving him a long stare. Dennis chuckled. "I top sometimes when the mood strikes. My nephew's buddy was chasing, so I went off meds to tag him. The little fucker put up a fight too and it took two months of breeding to finally knock him up. You know that young guy that was staying with me a couple months back? Him" Dennis said. "Fuck... was he even legal?" I asked. "Yeah, he just turned twenty. He met his goal of being pozzed while he was still a teenager, but just by a month. We were getting worried. That last sex party I held was supposed to do it if I had failed. You, Tom and Luke were the only neg guys there. Anyway, do you want one of us three to do it? I can ask around if none of us are good enough" Dennis said, grinning. I was tight and Dennis is thick, making my first fuck as a bottom in well over a year painful. The second round hurt almost as much and I went back to the hotel with Dennis' smallest plug in my ass. The next morning, I met Dennis before work and let the bug filled cum stew in my guts all morning while I tried to work. I pulled the plug out at lunch and nothing dripped out. I was much more comfortable sitting at my desk that afternoon with the plug in my backpack, not my ass. Dennis was even more brutal that evening after work and had to find a larger plug to stuff in me. It was strange having our roles reversed and I know Dennis was enjoying every second of it. I wanted to fuck him after he bred me again, but I was told that he wasn't taking any more of my neg seed. Thankfully, the hotel desk clerk gladly took my load. I noticed a small scorpion tattoo behind his ear as I emptied my balls in him. He confirmed his status, making my dick hard enough to give him a second load. The next morning I checked out and after work I headed back to our apartment. Tom and I talked all night. While we had texted and chatted over the phone after he told me his secret, there was a lot more that came out when we were face to face. As I had discussed with Dennis, we were going to hook Tom up with a guy Dennis knew who loved poz dialog during sex. He was undetectable, knew our plan and thought it was hot. I collected my morning load from Dennis on my way to work and picked up a second one on my way back to the apartment that evening. A few hours later, Dennis' buddy Jerry showed up for his first fuck with Tom. I watched and occasionally cheered them on while I stroked. Tom was rarely hard when he got fucked, but his dick was totally rigid the whole time Jerry fucked him the first time. It even stayed hard after he got bred. "Now... let my little baby makers get you pregnant" Jerry said, rubbing over Tom's stomach after he had roughly shoved a plug into Tom's ass. I pulled mine out shortly before we went to bed and once again, Dennis' DNA had absorbed into my gut. I hoped that it didn't take a couple months before my body fell victim to Dennis' bug like his last chaser. Jerry showed up on Friday and bred Tom while I stopped over and was getting loaded by Dennis. Tom and I fucked too, spending our first Saturday back together in bed. I first had to remove the plug that Tom inserted the night before. All of Jerry's load had soaked in but by six AM, mine was taking it's place. Another fuck at nine AM added more and a third time at one PM topped him up. "Can we do a little role play?" Tom asked mid-afternoon. "Sure. What do you want to do?" I asked. It was good to see him talk about new things he wanted to try, regardless if he thought I might find them too weird. "Can you pretend you're pozzing me? I know Jerry is doing it, but I find it really hot when he tells me he's giving me the bug" Tom asked. "I'm not sure what to say, but I'll try" I told him. His dick was hard and jabbing into my abs, coating them with precum when I fucked him on his back an hour later. I had heard enough comments from Dennis to give me a good set of things to say. "You like feelin that poz dick diggin into your fertile cunt?" and "beg for my poz load... show me how bad you want to become my toxic bitch" and "Gonna be so fuckin hot to watch as my bug takes over your body" I growled out has I fucked Tom. A moment before I came, I asked "Is this gonna be the magic load?" Twelve days after Dennis had fucked his first charged load into my ass I woke up feeling rough. My throat was sore, the glands in my neck were swollen and my body ached. I left for work and instead checked into the motel. The desk clerk was the same one I'd fucked during my earlier stay and had a huge smile on his face. "Looks like an all nighter. The fire suppression system in the Spokane data center went off for no reason and we have to get everything back online" I told Tom after I'd gotten to the room. "Fuck... you're burnin up. You're the one that needs a fire extinguisher. Let me give you another big load of jizz to put out the fire" Dennis said. The sinister grin on his face showed me how proud he was to knock me up so quickly. I went home after a night away and collapsed on the bed. "Babe... you look like shit. You ran yourself down. Did you get any sleep last night?" Tom asked, looking over my sweaty, sore body. "About thirty minutes. It sucked. And there was this vent blowing ice cold air at me when I sat at the console" I whined, trying to put on a good show. Tom even canceled the meeting that night with Jerry to take care of me. By Friday, I was feeling better and watched Jerry give his own performance.

Recently I purchased my “now” favorite dildo, the 17” Pony Cock. I use it all the time since having my ass trained. Some of my regular Tops have been using it on me. Tonight one of my favorite Alpha men was available. He came over and slammed my ass hard and deep as usual. Once finished he took the Horse Toy from my night stand And began using it on me. This was the first time having it used in a real aggressive way. I still can’t take it all, but he was trying his best to make me take every inch. He got faster and harder. I was whimpering and tearing up. Finally my cock exploded and covered my body in cum all the way to my face. Completely hands free. He started kissing me as he pulled the Huge Toy out of me. Then fucked me one more time and gave me another load before leaving. Possibly the most satisfying hookup in weeks.

The bug chasing and gift giving sections on this site are quite popular, so the timing of when poz guys go on meds is directly relevant to a lot of the guys on the site since it's kinda obvious that the longer you stay off meds the more bug chasers you're likely to poz. The main study that people cite when they tell you to go on meds immediately after infection is the START study. You can read the result of the study here: Initiation of Antiretroviral Therapy in Early Asymptomatic HIV Infection That study divided people into 1) start right away, or 2) start when the person's CD4 (t-cell count) was around 350 (which is above 250 where the person would be diagnosed with AIDS). Most medical professionals will tell you that you improve your odds of staying healthy by going on meds as quickly as possible. And that's technically true, but the benefits of going on meds quickly aren't as large as they often imply. The first thing to realize is that the word "significant" in a scientific study has a different meaning than it does in everyday use. Statistical significance is directly related to the sample size used in the study (the number of people being studied). The rule of thumb is that sample sizes of 1,000 or more will result in statistically significant results. The START study had a sample size of 4,685. Because they have a sample size 4x bigger than is needed all of their results are statistically significant. So when you read the results of the study (or read someone talking about the study) you can ignore the word "significant" - in this context it doesn't mean what it means when it's used in everyday conversation. Since all the results are statistically significant, it's literally meaningless. It's like reiterating "…and that was concluded off of a large study". For starters their big measure was whether someone had significant health complications over the study period which was 3 years on average. 42 people in the immediate start had complications, 96 in the delayed start had complications (page 799). So yes, you're a bit more than twice as likely to have complications if you delay the start. BUT 42/2326 = 1.8% over 3 years (so 0.6% per year) vs 96/2359 = 4.1% over 3 years (so 1.4% per year). If it were a matter of doubling a 10% risk, I could see the point. And from a public health perspective I get the point. But from a personal perspective a 1.4% chance of a complication each year isn't that much. They actually say as much… So if you're someone who already has serious health issues that would be complicated by HIV - absolutely go on meds quickly, because every little bit can help you. Or if you want to make sure you don't transmit HIV to anyone else - absolutely go on meds quickly. But apart from issues like that - it's your body, your health - you're allowed to choose not to go on meds right away. Do what makes the most sense in your situation. The other issue with the study was that six of the (numerous) sponsors of the study were pharmaceutical companies. Most of the discussion of this study makes it sound like it's imperative that people start HIV meds immediately. I worked in pharmaceutical marketing in the late 90s. We recruited "thought leaders" who would push other doctors to do what the pharmaceutical companies wanted them to do. The fact that a study that said that "the absolute differences were fairly small" is getting spun to "you must go on meds immediately" - that's doctors saying what the pharma companies want them to say. The pharma companies got their thought leaders to convince other doctors to say that. When it's done well the process is really subtle. I know because that was literally our job (for other drugs/conditions) - the company I worked for published journal articles for pharma companies and organized promotional and non-promotional meetings for them. The non-promotional meetings were often fairly ethical (e.g. getting the word out to busy doctors about a new, effective drug). But in hindsight the promotional meetings and the journal articles (where bad results are never published) were usually really unethical. The promotional meetings were often at ski resorts, or golf clubs. Even the quickie follow-up meetings were at really expensive restaurants. I should also mention that the START study was published in 2015 and there's been more research since then that's pointed to other possible benefits of starting meds early. But the research I'm aware of is mostly about whether people can be completely cured of HIV at some point in the future and those studies have hinted that there's the possibility that having gone on meds quickly will help in that respect - but AFAIK there hasn't been any firm conclusions on that since only about two people have ever been permanently cured of HIV (via a procedure with a 20% fatality rate - they were cancer patients so the risk made sense). And I want to make clear - I'm absolutely opposed to the "never take meds" folks. Yes, you have the right to commit suicide, but I'm never going to encourage someone to do so. And it literally is suicide to not ever take meds, or to take them haphazardly once you need to start them. The medical/scientific community generally agrees that you absolutely should go on them when your CD4 drops into the 350 to 500 range. Please go on at least by that point. A 1.4% per year risk of mostly non-fatal problems isn't crazy. But in the mid-90s (before ARVs came out) I cared for a lover who died of AIDS - it's not pretty and it is literally suicidal to want that experience when there are meds to prevent it. As a bottom line I'll repeat - it's your body - make the informed decision that you're most comfortable with. Your doctor should not make you feel like you're crazy if you want to wait a bit to go on meds (provided your CD4 stays over the 350-500 range).

I was horned up and getting ready to open up my favorite website to look for ass. I had a hard ass cock and a 2 day load in my balls. Same shit today, but damn then I saw the headline "Sleazy Raw CumDump Bottom Taking loads". Pic 1 was an ass pic with cum dripping out, wearing a black jock. Pic 2 was a pic of a cock halfway in with cum all over it. Pic 3 was the bottom getting fucked from behind while sucking the cock of an older white man with a belly. The bottom with the pic had long black hair, beautiful light brown body, and his face censored out. His profile said he was 5'8, 125 pounds and for status it said "don't care". Damn my dick is throbbing now. I know I shouldn't but I want to so bad. I message him "hello" and almost a few seconds he replied. Should I click on it??? Do I really want to do this - I thought to myself. At this point I am jerking so hard. Don't want to cum yet. Fuck it. I'll check the message. "123 Main St, Apt 6, go into the back". Shit that's right down the street. Fuck it. I messaged him back "you ready" and a minute later he responded "yeah". So I started walking. Horny as hell. I finally get to his place and get to the back of the place where a 50-ish year old woman is doing some yardwork. "You lookn' for Jimmy?" I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know his name. What if she's talking about someone else?? Damn it "Well, I actually don't know his name". She laughed a little and looked at me and said "yeah, he's on the 3rd floor door the right" in sort of a judgy but humurous way. I walk up the stairs think at this point I am committed. I mean I knew I shouldn't, but okay this is the last time. I get to the door and open it and look for the bedroom. I walk towards where the techno music is playing and there is this total slut bent over on his bed waiting for my cock. I get dressed but there's an akward silence in the room. He was wearing a jock. The place looked like a mess. A laptop in front of him with the same website that we met on. His ass leaking cum. I stick it in now problem. Fuck the loads feel so warm and good. I didn't need any lube and I was finally deep. I start to fuck him slowly, then faster and faster. Oh fuck it felt so good, but I couldn't last more than a minute. He was moaning "oh yeah sir, oh yeah sir" as I fucked him nice and deep. "FUCKK I am gonna cum" and then my balls started to unload as he pushed me closer to him. I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed. We didn't say a thing. I could hear him typing, assuming he was looking for his next load. I walked him thinking this was the last time. Of course it wasn't. I made me horny all night and it's all I could think about. The next day I wanted more and headed back to his place. This time I could last a little longer. But fuck I was addicted now. He always seemed to be online. I mean whenever I was online, he was online. Every time I stuck my dick in his slut ass, it was always filled with cum. He was close and easy. And always available. Sometimes I would try to look for some new ass but I would just waste time and go over to his place. I never ended up seeing his face. I could only imagine what he looked like.

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Part 1 Grey. His name, cold like steel. His face, angelic in nature. Chiseled jaw, defined cheekbones, widows peak, and of course, eyes as grey as slate. A twink and a hunk, Grey was indeed a twunk. He had pecs large enough to be boobs, arms big enough to wrestle you down, and legs thick and mighty. Hairless on the torso, thick bushy brown pubes, and plenty of leg hair. The epitome of male grace and beauty. Now Grey always liked to visit his local gym, he took great pride in looking his best. But the main reason he visited was for the locker room. Big, sweaty, hairy balls here, jungles of pubes, forests of armpit hair, and treasure trails galore. Grey was addicted to body hair on men. He often caught himself staring at other men’s legs when they were wearing shorts, just to gain a glimpse of selfish satisfaction. Grey was, for all intents and purposes, a perverted boy. In fact, Grey liked to take pictures and record men changing in the locker rooms without their knowledge. After all, Grey was gay, and any chance to peek was worth a shot. One day, Grey was in the locker room when a big burly man walked past him. His massive balls flailing right to left, smacking his thighs. His cock hung down halfway to his knees, a true gift from god. Uncut, hairy as fuck, this man was built to rip a log in half. While Grey drooled over this man and his immeasurable length, he noticed a tattoo of a scorpion right on his left ass cheek. “Hey man, nice tattoo! Where did you get the inspiration for that?” Grey said, as he came over to strip down for a shower. “I got it after a really big life change for me. It represents a lot of things to me.” Grey didn’t think much of it, but he turned around and bent over to untie his shoes. Grey also had tattoos - a rainbow flag on his back. Of course, as you would imagine, the big dude noticed this tattoo, and darted his eyes to Grey’s hairy crack. Curly, thick, and juicy with tangy sweat, the man’s dick began to stiffen slightly. As Grey turned around, he noticed this, and he too began to pop a boner in the locker room. The man gestured him to follow, and they exited the main changing area to a private shower room. “I see you’re gay, boy. I’m Austin.” He said quietly, “I’m also gay, and… God. Fucking. Damn. You are one sexy little bitch.” Grey blushed, his cock hardening further. It was like someone inserted a steel rod into his throbbing cock. The ache of it was enough for Grey’s mind to light up - he was horny for Austin like he’d never been before. Maybe it was Austin’s sweat. Maybe it was all that body hair. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was his elephant cock and balls dangling between his thighs. “I’ve got the bug, kid.” Austin whispered, “I’m toxic. You don’t want me.” Instantly, Grey turned around, turned the shower on, placed his hands on the wall. “It’s about fucking time. I’m done living in fear. For fucks sake, stick your cock in me!” Austin’s cock popped right up, he was ready to infect Grey’s tight little pink hole. Austin reached around, grabbing Grey’s pecs, squeezing them as he slid his cock up and down Grey’s hairy crack and hole. The friction and sliding made Grey’s hole quiver and pucker in anticipation. He was ready. Austin reached out of the private shower room, grabbing his duffel bag and rummaged around until he procured a small, expensive looking vial. He popped the cap off and poured the liquid into his hand. Slathering it over his cock, he pressed against Grey’s hole. It wouldn’t go in. Grey struggled to handle his hole opening up. He hadn’t ever had a man this large try to enter him. He was in extreme pain. Once again, Austin’s magical bag of wonders procured a brown bottle with a yellow label. “Smell these. I promise, it helps. Here, let me show you.” Austin demonstrated. Grey took the bottle, moved out of the water, and pressed it to his nose. Inhaling deeply, the sweet chemical fragrance shot up his nose, burning slightly, and he held it in his lungs. Exhaling, he took another long whiff. And another. And another. And yet, another. Austin smiled. “You nasty, greedy little pig. Get ready.” Austin pressed against his hole again, harder, and much to Grey’s surprise, he slid in with a fair amount of ease. He opened up after a few minutes, allowing himself to adjust to the biggest dick he’d ever seen. Grey had fucked well over 100 men since he was 16. At 20, he was fucking his first poz cock. Austin ran deep, long strokes. Thrusting into Grey’s ass hungrily, threatening his very existence as a negative man. Over the course of 30 minutes Austin picked up his pace, fucking harder, deeper, longer, and stronger. His hand clasped over Grey’s mouth, as not to get caught. Austin got into Grey’s ear, “Here it comes boy. Last chance to say no. Your choice, but hurry up.” Austin removed his grip from his mouth. “Fuck - I need this. I want this. I have to be poz.” Grey was submissive, high pitched, and greedy in his words. Austin almost immediately let out a few loud grunts, plowing Grey into the shower wall. His load spurting into Grey. Grey was able to imagine his seed taking root inside of him - corruption, disease, filth, and decay. Grey came instantly, his thick viscous cum dripping to the floor, washing away In the flowing water. Austin pulled out, slapped his ass, winked and left Grey in the shower to himself. Grey was a nasty pig now. A dirty, nasty pig indeed. He was dead-set on fucking with this man every time they saw each other.

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Beautifully put. Of all the sexual Lusts that exist to be enjoyed, this - and permutations of it - are some of my very best memories of my life-partner. It drove me absolutely nuts with Lust watching him suck off Cocks, take loads up that beautiful ass ... I was so damn proud of him - such a sweet, beautiful man - and I miss him every day. Sometimes in the backrooms I pretend he's there with me - think to myself "hey, babe - how about that hot Cock? You'd love it up your sweet Hole" - all kinds of fun stuff. I know he would have loved this site.

I was traveling this past weekend to visit a friend who lives in Rehoboth and passed by Harrisburg, PA on my way through. There's a sex shop off the highway that I've always seen but never stopped in, but this time I was determined to check it out. When I arrived, there were 2 other cars there. I assumed one belonged to the worker and the other was a customer, so I figured maybe I'd at least to get suck one cock. I went inside and saw the video arcade immediately to the left. It took bills so I didn't even walk up to the guy at the counter, just ducked in to the left and started looking around. It was somewhat dark inside, and I noticed the booths were "buddy booths" where each booth had 1 screen to the left and the right and a small cubby area where you could stand to stroke your cock, either privately or to put on a show for your neighbor. I didn't see anyone else around so I ducked into a nearby booth, took the screen to the left, and put in a dollar. Scrolling through the videos, I found a nice one of a hot bear getting plowed raw by a muscular daddy. I pulled out my cock and started rubbing it when I saw a guy come into my booth and take the screen to the right. He was older, maybe late 50s/early 60s, grey and average build. He eyed up my (8" cut) cock as I was stroking it and pulled his own out. Seeing his daddy cock lit the hunger in me, I zeroed in my focus on his dick and licked my lips before getting down on my knees and taking it into my mouth. I was so horny, on my knees jerking my dick with a fat cock in my mouth where anyone could walk up on us. After a few moments of hungrily devouring his cock, he pulled me up to him to kiss me deep. I turned around and stepped back in the cubby space on my side of the booth, showing him my ass. He came up close behind me and bit down gently on my neck while he was rubbing my hole with his finger. I reach back and found his cock, positioning it at my pussy. He rubbed the head around but didn't seem to indicate that he wanted to fuck. I was a little disappointed but still turned on. Just then, another man came walking into our booth and found me up against the wall with my pants down, and another man behind me with his pants down as well. He assumed I was getting fucked, and said how hot it was. He was pretty hot- tan, fit, maybe early-mid 40s with short dark hair. Wearing a dark blue polo tucked into tan khakis, he looked like he was on his way home from work. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his cock, it was beautiful. About 8", cut, big low hanging balls, nice dark bush. I immediately turned around and bent over, sucking it into my mouth while the man behind me continued to rub his cock on my hole. The new guy still thought I was getting fucked and was asking him about how my ass felt, was I tight, was he fucking me good, etc. I was a bit coy and didn't wanna disappoint him, so I just kept sucking his dick and licking his balls. He kept calling me boy and himself daddy - it was really turning me on. He bent down to whisper in my ear how he wanted to bring me back to his house and breed the fuck out of my hole. At one point another, older man came upon our little scene but 'daddy' was being kind of protective over me and not letting him join in, only watch. Honestly that turned me on even more with him acting like I was his property after only knowing me for a few minutes. The new older guy was enjoying the show at least, and kept egging the other two on. They all commented on how much of a slut I was and how much i loved getting used by these strangers in a sex shop. Eventually, the man behind me got a bit tired or something and kind of stopped playing with my hole. I stood up straight to stretch a bit and daddy got down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth. Normally I don't like to cum first until I've satisfied my tops, but this guy was hot and I wanted to please him, so I gave him my load all over his face like he wanted. I was pretty bummed when he zipped up and left pretty quickly after that - I looked for him after, but he was gone. I really wanted his dick in me. Probably about 15 minutes had passed with the three of us in the booth. I walked back out after straightening my clothes and noticed a few more guys lingering about the common area. Two were guys of hispanic descent and the third was a muscle white guy in an orange tank top. Even though I had just cum I was still horny and determined to get at least 1 load before I hit the road. Walked into the bathroom briefly to look in the mirror and blow my nose (was running a bit from deep throating daddy's big dick) and headed back out. I didn't see the muscle stud, so I ducked into a booth and started rubbing my dick through my shorts. Before long, one of the latino guys came up in my booth and wasted no time pulling out his cock. It was nice and hard, cut, about 6". Wanting to get to the point, I got right on my knees and started sucking. From the corner of my eye, I saw him motioning with his hand like he was beckoning someone else over. Suddenly, the muscle stud came up next to him and I was so happy - i wanted him badly. I started rubbing the front of his shorts and felt a nice bulge. The latino guy was positioning himself back behind me in the cubby area, and starting to play with my hole while I freed the muscle man's cock from his pants. I gasped at how thick it was, and how big his balls were. It wasn't the longest cock, but its girth and his giant balls were incredible. "It's so big..." i said. "Yea" was all he said in response. I bent over and took in my mouth while the latino guy took this chance to briefly eat out my hole. Soon, I felt his cock at my entrance. Without asking, or any mention of condoms or status, he slid in my ass raw and started to fuck me. I was tight and taken a bit by surprise, but also extremely turned on at being used like this, so I pulled up a bit and leaned all my weight fully against the muscle stud's strong chest as I took his friend's quick thrusts up my hole. Muscle boy pulled me up for a kiss, which was surprisingly tender, as his latino friend started to pick up the pace in my hole. After a minute or two, he started to cum in me, again with asking or saying anything. When he was done, he turned me around so my back and ass were facing the muscle stud, and pulled my head down on his nipples to suck. He whispered in my ear to "hold my pussy open for his dick" as I felt muscle dude moving up behind me to mount my ass. I was scared because of how big it was and how tight I was, but they didn't care. He slid into my used hole without waiting for permission and I started to moan pretty loudly with how thick it was. He started picking up his pace after a minute and I could feel his giant balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. It was incredibly hot. After another minute or two, he announced he was getting ready to cum. He looked over to his friend who was in front of me, holding me as I got fucked, saying "gonna breed him". A few seconds later he let out several manly grunts and deposited his stud cum deep in my faggot pussy. Like a good whore I thanked them as they pulled up their pants and left me dripping cum in the booth. As I was walking out behind them, I saw them leaving together. Not sure if they're a couple, or just some buds that like to fuck sluts together, but either way it was the hottest double breeding i've had in a long time.

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. Another short one, but since I'm still working on the last chapter it may get longer. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Part 1 Tom and I had been together for six years and had been living together for four. Both of us were in our early thirties (33 for me, 32 for him) and we complemented each other. He was the outgoing, social one and I was close to being an introvert. I stood in the back and observed and then jumped in when I felt comfortable. He was fashionable and kind of fit the smooth gym bunny stereotype and I was the slightly hairy, nerdy guy with glasses and a beard. I was in IT guy, after all. The sex was what made it really work. He was a bottom with a hot ass and some amazing muscle control. We both could get aggressive in bed, or wherever we were fucking, and he liked feeling my thick eight inches pounding into his ass until he got filled with my cum. I liked being on top and while I had bottomed a few times, I didn't really enjoy it. We opened our relationship a year ago after drooling over some other guys at the bar. I think the conversation went something like me asking Tom "You've been staring at that guy for the past hour. Do you want a free pass to go see if he wants your sexy butt?" and him replying "Only if you go find some hole to tap too." He went home with the guy and wandered back home about ten the next morning. I spent the rest of the night plunging my dick into four different guys in the restroom. The last one was our friend Dennis, the city's horniest ginger cub. The last time I fucked Dennis was right before I met Tom and once my dick was back into his ass all those memories came flooding back. "What's the deal? Did you two break up or finally open your relationship?" Dennis asked after we made our way back to the bar to order something to quench our thirst. "I think we're trying to see if we're ok screwing other guys and then going back home together" I replied. "Except he left with the other guy and you stayed here trying to fuck every slut that bent over in the bathroom" he said, winking at me. "I didn't hear you complain when my dick went back in your ass after all these years. How many loads did I sink my dick into? You were pretty fucking sloppy... I would have lasted longer if it didn't feel so good with all those stranger's loads in you" I replied. "Five and then yours for six. I hope that's not the last time that happens" Dennis said before giving me a quick kiss and going home. The next morning when Tom came home, we had some of the most amazing sex. That evening at dinner we both agreed that open was the way to go and that we'd tell each other if we found we were getting too attached to our other partners. Little did I know that wasn't going to be the problem. Getting attached was never a problem for me since, other than Dennis and Tom, I didn't really fuck the same guy more than a couple times. It was a big advantage of being a top around here, since there were so many bottoms. Sometimes we'd tell each other about our hookups and other times we didn't. I think it was the good ones we talked about more, but if one of us had tried something new we'd see if the other one might be into it too. One night Tom came back a lot sooner than I expected. It kind of pissed me off since I was still looking for some hole to drill. "What happened?" I asked. "Dude told me he was poz now, right as he shoved his dick in me. It killed the mood for me and I got dressed and left" Tom said. I shook my head and replied "He should have told you that before you got naked. Were you going to play safe?" I asked. We both preferred to fuck bareback and we did with guys we knew well, but otherwise covered up. Well, he did... I think. Guys like Dennis I knew were poz, but they were undetectable and I never hesitated to fuck him bare. Tom's friend Patrick was the same, undetectable and had filled Tom's ass numerous times. "We had fucked several times before and the last couple were bare, but he was neg then" Tom replied. "Maybe. When was your last hookup with him? Do you know when he converted?" I asked. "About a month ago was our last fuck. I didn't stick around to discuss how and when he got pozzed" Tom replied, sounding a little disgusted that we were even talking about it. "Not much time between your hookups, then. He might have been poz the last time you fucked. It's about time for our regular tests anyway. How about tomorrow?" I asked. Unfortunately, Tom's mood ended any thoughts that I could fuck and fill him with my own load. Worse, I didn't think I could leave him for a hookup that night either, so I went to bed horny as fuck. For the first time, Tom was nervous when we hit the clinic to get our blood tests done. He wasn't much fun to be around and an even worse fuck that night. Dennis was happy to fill in when I decided I didn't want to fuck my boyfriend until his attitude improved. I guessed that would be when he got the test results in a few days. Indeed, when the results came back negative for both of us, he was back to his old self. I wondered how long that was going to last. Six weeks later he was freaked out again. Another negative test result and then two months later there was another freak out. I told him he was being a drama queen, packed some things and walked out with my suitcase full of a weeks worth of clothes. A hundred messages came from him, begging me to come back. After a few days I told him to meet me at a cafe to talk.

Hoping to be there tomorrow to load some hot cumdumps, msg me if you're going, 18-45ish preferred.

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I never cease to be amazed at the way people automatically lay the blame for everything going wrong at the present moment at the feet of the current president as though he personally had caused it all, or could somehow magically fix it. We should just change the name of the office to Scapegoat-In-Chief. A president inherits a set of circumstances and societal and financial trends that were set in motion long before he took office, enacted at least by his predecessor if not even further back. I’m reminded of a houseboat my father once owned - it was a gargantuan vessel, and once you got the damn thing moving, there was no way to bring it to a quick stop or make a sudden turn. It had a momentum all its own. Joe Biden, contrary to all the trash talk, is not mentally incapacitated by age. He is not feeble-minded or suffering from dementia. His level of cognitive function is obviously normal. He is not incompetent. He is, however, hamstrung on one side by a Republican side of Congress hell-bent on derailing any forward progress he may try to make just because he’s trying to make it, and on the other side by two obstructionists in his own party who have frustrated any possibility the Democrats might have had to leverage their slim majority. His hands are tied. Please. You absolutely cannot expect to be taken seriously if you attempt to categorize Trump’s litany of outrageous behavior as “a few mean tweets”. By objective, fully documented standards - beyond bias or question - Donald Trump is a habitual liar. He lied to the American people repeatedly on a daily basis for his entire term of office. By the standards of federal ethics - as I as a former federal executive branch employee can attest - he callously threw the ethical constraints that govern public servants out the window in breathtaking fashion. The grift, graft and nepotism that took place were thinly concealed when they were concealed at all. Violations of law, such as the Hatch Act, went blatantly unaddressed (such things can cost a federal employee his job). And all this is quite aside from the fact - fact, sir - that the man was impeached, and only survived his trial in the Senate by the craven political capitulation of cowards. It is quite, quite aside from the mounting body of indisputable evidence, much of it directly from the testimony of his own subordinates, that Donald J. Trump did attempt to overthrow the results of a free and fair election and remain in power by way of a coup, in which he spurred on a mob of his supporters to make a violent and seditious attack upon the seat of American democracy. Or aren’t you paying attention? This is what you’ll take over Joe Biden? This is what you’ll take over a bit of economic discomfort that anyone who weathered the ration stamps of the Second World War or the energy crisis of the 1970s would laugh at? These are not “the worst of times”. They’re not even in the running. They may be worse than we’ve seen in a while, but frankly, we’ve been spoiled in recent years by markets running higher than their actual value, and an economy acting as though the planet wasn’t on course to bake itself to death. The piper has to be paid, there’s no getting around it. It’s not Biden’s fault that the chickens of the Industrial Age are coming home to roost. But the last, the very, very, very last thing the nation needs right now is a self-absorbed narcissist in its highest office who loves money, hates windmills, scorns the rule of law, turns the truth on its head, and sets the people at each other’s throats. ’Mean tweets’ were the very least of his sins.

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Spoken like a true (real) man! For the record….. if I didn’t cum while you were breeding me you don’t need to ask me if I need to cum. I will take care of myself later. Probably while I am feltching your load out.

Over the weekend i was at the mall and was lucky enough to have some fun. Cruising the urinals a guy caught my eye and had me follow him to a quiet corner in a department store. Once there he told me to get on my knees to which he grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch while lowering the waistband of his joggers. After rubbing his cock on my face he asked me to follow him to his truck. Followed him over, hopped in the back seat and started sucking his cock. About half way through he said he had a friend that was around and looking as well and if he could text him. I said "mhm" through a mouthful of cock. After he finished he got out and his friend got in and i proceeded to suck his cock as well. After both were finished i was kicked out and left in the parking lot. I loved being used and abused like a little cocksleeve.

I keep a glass of piss nearby, take a shot every now and then 😵

Pain levels.. worst the nipple piercing + they take a long time to heal. Next tatts, least painful was the pa (not much worse than getting an injection), first piss next morning was more painful (urine concentration).. it's now stretched with a screw in ball - when standing and pissing I make sure that the ball is over the bottom hole..thus minimal pee going in all directions.

Yup.. that sums it up! Not looking for romance I have been with very hot guys and few of them sucked at sex. I could had more fun with a dildo. I have been with really ugly guys where when we met I almost turned around and left but stayed because i was needed to get fuck. They turned out to be some of the best tops, very kinky and open to anything. One I see again every once in a while the face is not the best but has a great cock and one hell of a kinky very dominant top love playing with him and once in a while with his friend. He has all kinds of toys, tables benches. I dont look at the face but I will submit to he's kink!

I just had a birthday so I’ve had the last few days off Thursday-Sunday. I’ve taken at least 10 loads since then. The last only being 10 mins ago. He stayed the night after releasing a load and I woke up to him pumping in another.

Part 4 My own following substantially grew. It’s been exactly 5 years since I became poz. With rampaging sex parties, massive breedings, and hundreds of men later, I can confirm at least 1,000 people who have become infected directly because of me, or my followers. With the goal of infecting as many people as possible, I continued my pursuit of neg holes. At this time, I was living abroad in Mexico, as part of my new lavish life. My followers funded me through various payment systems, and I had honestly become quite profitable. Thousands of dollars a week flowed into my accounts. Supporters around the world supported my mission to poz every last guy I could. Being 23, it was easy to get any guy I wanted. On a gorgeous beach in Matzalan, an adorable boy sat on a rainbow beach towel. I couldn’t help but stare him down. My thirst and hunger for him grew by the minute. His dark skin glistened with sweat, he was hairless too. Dark hair that was styled in a modern way tussled with the breeze. I walked over to him to determine if he was truly attracted to men. I learned his name was Andreas, a cute name for a cute boy. I never asked his age, frankly, I didn’t care. I sat next to him and talked about my life, being gay - what sex was like for me. Andreas was extremely interested in this. Yes, I had this one in the bag. An easy hole, for an easy poz. Andreas and I made out on the beach, no one else seemed to care. I ran my hand over his cock to incite his hormones. He pulled my hand off, and I realized… He wanted to go somewhere private. Thankfully my hotel was sitting on the beachfront property behind us. I brought him inside. We both hopped in the shower together, kissing each other. His tongue was playing twister with mine, wet and sloppy. He was gentle, but I was vigorous, and aggressive. He seemed to like me taking him over. I had successfully hijacked his emotions. I tugged on his cock, pulling him into me. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his small ass - working my fingers into his extremely tight hole. “I’m a virgin.” Andreas said, with a Spanish Mexican accent, “I’m not sure if I’m ready or not.” Andreas bit his lip, staring at my cock. I knew he wanted it. He knew I wanted him. After continuing to make out in the hot shower, I convinced him to take my cock, raw and natural. He agreed reluctantly and asked for me to pull out before I came. I had no intention of doing so. He was mine and he didn’t even know why yet. We exited the shower, and I picked him up in my arms. He was such a small boy, light and thin. I carried him to the bed, and gently laid him back. With finesse, I got over him between his legs, stroking his hair. I touched his lips, nibbled his ears, gave him hickeys, and taunted his throbbing cock. I saw his eyes begging for more from me, he was so innocent and hormone ridden it was almost disgusting. Nonetheless, I would never pass up this opportunity in a million years. I had decisive control over my body now, and he was about to be decisively bred. I was gentle on him, I didn’t want to alarm the poor boy. I slid my finger in very gently, he quivered and whimpered as I massaged his prostate. I curved my finger downwards, and pulled out, scratching the lining of his juicy ass. He let out a bit of a whimper, and I apologized. I didn’t mean it. I needed a way to take him. I slid my cock in real slow, and began to beat on his prostate. His moans were high pitch and submissive. He loved it. I pounded his ass harder and harder as became more accustomed to my cock. Soon enough he was damn near yelling. Calling out my name, “Fuck! Fuck me! Oh god, fuck me harder!” He was completely submitted to me. It was time to make my move. “I’m gonna cum. I need to pull out now.” I said, then I moved in to kiss him. This was to prevent him from saying anything more. “Can I please cum inside of you?” My face was only inches away, and we were sharing breaths from each other. I gave him a really good thrust and he moaned out “Cum inside me! Please!” So I did. I blew a load so toxic and so potent, a super infected load was sure to ruin him. I had claimed another hole, and another soul. During my stay in Mazatlan, we fucked many more times. About 3 weeks later he came down with the flu, and at this time I packed my bags and left the city. Andreas was on his own, a converted bottom. Little did I know, this cute Mexican boy would be the last one I ever pozzed. Just weeks later an opportunistic infection took my life as my lungs gave way to a respiratory disease. My army of vital soldiers March on in my place. Spreading my foul corruption around the globe. Thousands of men had converted because of me, and thousands more would. I had refused to take drugs for HIV. I knew eventually it would claim me. Being poz wasn’t my identity, it was my lifestyle. Suppressing it would be a disgrace. Forevermore, as time proceeded, my army joined me in hell, where we fucked like animals amidst the heat. Conclusion I know this isn’t the exact ending that anyone likely wanted. However, this ending came to me in a dream last night after writing part 3. I woke up horny as fuck, and I knew that regardless of what the reader wanted, my poz hungry brain wrote the final scene to this fantasy subconsciously. It would be a shame not to honor my most primal instincts by writing something else. My character lived a wonderful life filled with sex and glory, thanks to Darren and his father.

Part 3 He was right. I was hard and staring at Dennis' naked body wasn't making it go down. It took me less than a minute to shed my clothes and before I could sit back down, Dennis' mouth engulfed my cock. It was a more vigorous blowjob than he usually gave me. I would have thought that as baked as he was and having just gotten fucked, he'd be more laid back. He bobbed, sucked, and licked my dick for a few minutes before pulling off and looking up at me. He smiled briefly before turning to face the couch. With his chest on the cushions, his hairy ass called to me just like dozens of times before, but this time the call was really strong. I always liked to taste the cum inside a slut's hole and this time was no different. He was clenching his ass tight, trying to keep at least two loads inside. The moment my tongue hit his ring, he relaxed and a blob of cum leaked out. My taste buds were in overdrive, savoring the cream that was coating my tongue. A tongue that was soon poking inside his hole and getting covered in spooge. There was no need to lube up his pussy and my brain knew that, but I stood there a little longer just for the sheer pleasure of tasting the cum and his ass. My little head took over and soon was feeling the cum coat him when I slid my achingly hard cock into the slick chute barely a minute later. I slowly plowed in and out, trying to not force any of the pearly cum out. Dennis was always a verbal bottom, encouraging his tops to enjoy his pussy, fuck deeper, harder or faster. On rare occasions he would become a power bottom, but that was usually when he hadn't been fucked in a while. This time, the his comments emphasized the poz ass I was fucking. When I started to fuck him harder, he asked "Like that toxic swill your dick is plowing into?" and then he said "Rico just converted... his jizz is really potent" and then "Tony's is pretty hot too... only took a couple fucks to tag Rico." I laughed, mostly ignoring what Dennis was saying, since I enjoyed drilling the cum filled chute. "You want my neg seed in that slutty ass?" I asked, feeling him work his ass muscles around my cock as I got closer to orgasm. "Yeah, but for how much longer?" Dennis asked, followed by an evil laugh and a hard squeeze around my cock. That was all my body needed and I immediately began to shoot strong volleys of cum into the sloppy hole. I hadn't fucked in a few days and with work being crazy there wasn't time to even jack off. It made me shoot even harder than normal. "Damn... You needed to unload. Have you fucked anyone since you walked out on Tom?" Dennis asked after the last spurt fired out. "Just the night manager at the hotel. Bred him in the office while the desk clerk watched. Would have done the desk clerk too if some other guest hadn't rung the bell" I said as my breathing slowed. Dennis grabbed a glass butt plug off the table and forced it into his ass. My body felt better than normal after a good fuck but I still wanted to know about the solutions he had mentioned before we had sex. "So... what are your ideas?" I asked. Dennis got comfortable again on the other end of the couch and he reloaded the pipe. He took a long hit and passed it over. I took one too and by then he was exhaling the smoke. "Tom won't be able to forget about his thoughts of wanting to get pozzed. The thoughts are like the virus itself. They dig in deep and won't let go. Trust me, I've been there. I'm not the only one. Ask Patrick or Sean or Donny. Even Eli. They all went through it and fought it off until the virus was inside them too" he said. I nodded, slowly understanding what Tom had said. "You said you didn't like ultimatums or simple choices, but let me give you a suggestion. Get pozzed and be the one to give it to Tom. It will bond you closer than you could ever imagine" Dennis said. "You said a couple ideas. What else?" I asked, shocked that he'd even suggest something that insane. "Set up a conversion party. Get some viral tops to breed him all night. It might take a few tries to get the bug to take, but it's a fun time for all" he said. "Oh... and probably the worst idea is to find one of those [banned word] that will pay to poz up a guy. You take a chance that Tom will get attached to the guy that gave him what he wanted and you two break up anyway" Dennis added. "You don't think it's just a passing phase until he finds some other fantasy to hook on to?" I asked. Dennis shook his head 'no' and then said "As I said, I've been there. No matter what you try, it keeps coming back. Usually stronger and once you make it through all those other fantasies, guess what's still there?" What about PrEP? He can take as many of those viral loads as he wants and not worry about getting infected" I asked. "That will hold him for a little while, but as he gets used to getting bred full of toxic loads, the thoughts are going to come back. He'll either stop taking the meds or 'forget' to take them and end up with some random guy charging him up. I still think the first idea is by far the best. Patrick, Sean and I did the second one. It took us two parties to get charged up. It could have been we just needed that booster shot or the guys were more effective the second time. But... neither of us know who did it and I'd like a connection with that someone" Dennis said. A moment later, Dennis said "Donny went the prep route and it only delayed his pozzing by a year." Through my pot fogged mind what he was saying made a lot of sense. I had never worried too much about catching anything from guys I hooked up with. Six years with Tom as my only sex partner pushed that worry way, way back in my mind. I would never suck a dripping dick or fuck a hole with warts or sores, but otherwise the pleasure of fucking a guy was my priority. I'd caught a few of the regular STDs before I met Tom, but hadn't gotten any since we opened our relationship up. "You seem to really get off when I fuck you with poz loads in you. Why?" I asked. "Every time you've fucked me since you two opened your marriage I've had at least one unmedicated load in me. That's over a dozen times. You know that tops can get pozzed too, right? I was kind of hoping it would happen and you would give Tom the bug and end his chase" Dennis said. The marriage comment grated at me, but I knew that most of our friends considered us de facto married. Apparently gay guys that live together for more than a year are common law married, compared to seven years for straights. "What? How long have you known that's what he wanted?" I asked.

Mr. Miller strapped Brian’s hands and legs in the harness, caressing his slave’s skin as he went. Some masters tattooed their slaves. Others even branded him. Both ideas made his cock throb. A biohazard tattoo was surely going to happen, but Mr. Miller didn’t know just how far he wanted to go. He would use Brian beyond merely fucking him; he would have him go out and buy him things, run errands, all the things that wasted his valuable time, so he couldn’t send him out with tattoos all over his face, attracting attention. Still, something permanent, something other than his strain, would get his blood flowing each time he saw it. It would take some planning on his part. Once Brian was restrained, Mr. Miller lined his cock up with his hole, a glob of precum oozing out. “I hope for your sake, you’ve been a bottom slut with an open pussy to any and all men, opening you up, because other than my precum, there will be no lube.” He shoved forward, the head of his cock sliding past Brian’s initial ring and causing his slave to arch his back in pain. The trance kept Brian under Mr. Miller’s control, but it didn’t stop him from feeling pain and reacting to it. It just stopped him from running away from what he secretly wanted. Mr. Miller could have told his slave to let him inside, to relax his muscles, but the resistance caused the nerves of his cock to scream out in pleasure. The young man had said that he wasn’t a virgin, but he clearly wasn’t fucking as much as other college students. Years ago, Mr. Miller had been fucking one of his students every day for half a semester; that was before he was poz or had been able to create videos hypnotizing his prey. The last he heard, that student had moved to California, stared in a few pornos, and then vanished. He had been a good fuck, but his need to be equally pleasured had been such a hassle. Perhaps that is why Mr. Miller had set out to find a way to make fucking all about himself. After years of cycling through men, he learned that he only cared about his own dick. Brian’s hole slowly opened up to Mr. Miller’s thick cock, but the way his legs and arms shook with every inch forced inside, it was clearly painful. Veins started showing along his body from the strain. There were poppers in the cabinet, but Mr. Miller rarely used them on slaves. There were times when he wanted them spun out, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted his slave to feel everything. Being numb was not allowed in sex. Mr. Miller stopped forcing himself in once his cock was halfway inside Brian’s hole. The slave’s body was covered in sweat, glistening under the red light. The trance kept its hold, but a look of pain and pleasure still spread across Brian’s face. Without the television in front of him, the pain would bring to the surface a bit of Brian’s uncontrolled mind. Not enough for him to fight back, but enough to cry out in ecstasy when the time was right. Even with the gag, he would cry. “Have you ever had a dick this big before, slave?” Mr. Miller asked, slowly pulling his dick out. Brian shook his head. “And does my dick live up to what you always imagined?” He nodded. “Do you want my poz cum?” He nodded again, vigorously. “Good,” Mr. Miller said, knowing his slave would get it regardless of his answer. Even under the red light, he could see streaks of blood already covering his dick. Brian’s sensitive skin was making his job all too easy. He’d be a toxic slut in no time. If the plan hadn’t been for Brian to drop out of college, having him on campus for all the young men to fuck and contract Mr. Miller’s strain would have been a great idea. Perhaps, he thought, we can still make that happen. He shoved his dick back into his slave’s hole, moving beyond where he had stopped before. Brian’s body shook, his back trying to lift out of the harness as his legs and arms tried hard to escape their restraint. What remained of Brian was trying to fight back. Clearly, under normal circumstances, Brian would have run for the hills if Mr. Miller had tried fucking him this way without putting him in a trance. There were few men who could take his dick, and even fewer who could do so without lube. Luckily, his bottoms made their own lube one way or another. “Time to bottom out,” Mr. Miller said, shoving the rest of his dick into Brian’s ass. As his balls slapped against his slave’s ass, Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. There was no scream, even with the ball gag in place. The trance removed his ability to scream unless requested. And while Mr. Miller loved to hear his slaves and any man scream when he fucked them, the room they were in wasn’t soundproofed. The basement, on the other hand, where Brian would be living, was a different story. He could do whatever he wanted to his slave there without anyone hearing a thing. Mr. Miller reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around Brian’s throat. “I won’t choke you yet,” he told his slave, holding on as he slowly slipped his dick out of the young man’s hole and shoved it back inside. Brian’s body shuddered with each forceful entry, a groan escaping. “You like having that gag in your mouth?” Mr. Miller asked. Unable to speak, his slave nodded. “Would you like your own balls in your mouth?” He nodded again. “Maybe we’ll get them long enough so you can manage to get them in your mouth. Haven’t seen that done before. I know several men who would pay big bucks to see a video of you trying.” The video from his office had already been sent to several men who Mr. Miller knew, all of whom were Masters themselves. Mr. Miller created hypnosis videos for them for the right price, though everything truly special he kept for himself. Already since that afternoon, Mr. Miller had received messages congratulating him on his new slave. Everyone was impressed. Mr. Miller’s thrusts were no longer being met with the same resistance as before. A combination of his precum and Brian’s blood allowed for a persistent rhythm to be created. It had been almost two weeks since Mr. Miller had fucked someone (his neighbor Matt), and several days since he had jerked off. He had been saving up his load so he could fill Brian’s hole with as much toxic cum as possible. Normally, he was a huge shooter, but after days of buildup, he’d be a fucking geyser. It would take some time before he’d know if his slave was pozzed, but there was little doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t manage the task that night. His track record proved this. Many a one-night stand contacted him, telling him that he had pozzed them. A few had been angry, most worshiped at his feet, no trance required. “Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Mr. Miller said, the hand not around Brian’s throat now taking hold of his slave’s balls. “Understand, slave, that you no longer have an asshole. You have a pussy. It’s made to be fucked.” Brian tried to say something, but the gag kept him muffled. “What was that?” Mr. Miller taunted. “Did you try to say, ‘My pussy is made to be fucked by your enormous cock, Master,’?” Brian nodded. “That’s right. Your whole body was made for me,” Mr. Miller said. “Your mind, no one gives a shit about. It’s worthless. Just look at the grade you deserved in my class. Pathetic. Your body, however, is the only thing that matters, and it’s mine.” His hand could feel how hard his slave was trying to catch his breath. His Adam’s Apple kept moving along his palm. Mr. Miller squeezed a bit tighter. “You know, a man’s neck was made to be used as a hold,” he told his slave. “A top needs something thick to hold onto.” He looked down at Brian’s cock which was swelling within the cock cage, bits of flesh sneaking out as his dick cried to be released. “So is a man’s dick when you have them in a sling. You grab on and use it to fuck harder.” He squeezed Brian’s balls again, another wave of pain coursing through his slave’s body. “The balls, on the other hand, are simply fun to torture.” As he continued fucking his slave, Mr. Miller noticed something which made his dick even harder. Each time he bottomed out, there was a slight movement in his slave’s abdomen. His dick was so long and Brian’s body so skinny, that he could see his dick moving inside his slave’s gut. It almost looked as if an alien was trying to get out. Mr. Miller released Brian’s throat and instead focused his attention on his slave’s balls. As before, he gripped around the scrotum and made them tight, the two egg-like balls veiny and visible. “Have you ever wondered why our testicles, the most delicate part of the male anatomy, hangs outside the body?” Brian shook his head. “So I can do this.” Mr. Miller slapped Brian’s balls, watching as his slave jumped in the sling, his pulling causing more pain as his master’s hold remained firm. “You’ll learn to love that feeling. You’ll get off on it. You’ll feel honored when I torture your balls. You’ll want me to stand on them, crushing them like grapes. It’ll get you off.” Brian’s body continued to shake as Mr. Miller fucked him. He could tell that he was about to cum. He dropped Brian’s balls and grabbed hold of his neck again, this time using both hands. His grip was stronger this time, the veins along his slave’s neck jutting out. “I’m going to give you my toxic load, slave,” Mr. Miller said, thrusting harder, trying to make as much damage inside as possible. “You’re going to take my poz cum and make it into a depraved creation, taking over your body.” His grip tightened as his balls rose up, waves of pleasure spreading from his groin and reaching every part of his body. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming! I’m CUMMING!” He burrowed himself deep into his slave’s ass and held still, feeling himself shoot ten shots of cum into Brian’s bloodied ass. His hands released his slave’s neck and grabbed hold of his nipples, twisting them. A shudder rushed over Brian as a tiny bit of cum leaked out of his caged cock, pooling and then running down his side onto the floor. “What a pathetic last neg load,” Mr. Miller said. “I’m going to pull out of your pussy. Don’t let any of my cum escape.” He pulled out his dick and felt his slave’s hole close tight, not a single drop leaking out. He went to the cabinet and removed two items: a butt plug and a toothbrush. “Let’s make sure we fulfill your fantasy,” Mr. Miller said, holding the toothbrush out for Brian to see, knowing there would be no reaction. He shoved the bristled end into his slave’s ass and started scraping inside as hard as he could. Brian’s body shuddered, but he didn’t fight. This toothbrush was lucky, having been used on several men, all of whom converted. If it ain’t broke, Mr. Miller thought. After almost three minutes of constant brushing, Mr. Miller removed the brush and examined the bristles. Even under the red light, he could see blood. “Perfect,” he said, placing the toothbrush on Brian’s stomach and shoving the butt plug inside his pussy. Just as with Mr. Miller’s dick, his slave put up a bit of a resistant fight. “This will keep my gift where it needs to be,” he said. “My cum is the most precious substance to you. It’s more precious than water or food to you. You crave my cum. Understand?” His slave nodded. “What you experienced tonight was loving,” Mr. Miller said. “You’ll see my brutality soon enough, so treasure these moments when you can. However, you’ll learn to love everything I do to you because all you crave is my attention.” He removed the gag from his slave’s mouth and threw it to the floor. “Open,” he said, grabbing Brian’s chin with one hand and the toothbrush in the other. Mr. Miller inserted the bristles into his slave’s mouth and started brushing his teeth. “What you’re tasting is the delicious delicacy of my poz cum and your blood. Enjoy it. You’ll be craving this flavor soon enough.” Mr. Miller undid the restraints and helped his slave out of the sling. Brian was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed to stay upright as Mr. Miller went to the cabinet and retrieved a collar. It wasn’t one of the ones which was made of rough material, certified to make a slave bleed, but it was made of leather and was one of Mr. Miller’s favorites. He put it around Brian’s neck and pulled tight, watching as it pressed into the skin. His slave could still breathe, but it would cause him some discomfort. “On all fours,” Mr. Miller commanded. His slave complied, slowly moving down onto his hands and knees, the butt plug sticking out of his pussy. “Follow me,” Mr. Miller said, turning and leaving the room. Brian followed as quickly as he could, crawling on his hands and knees a new experience. He followed his Master down the hall to a door on which more locks were seen. “This is where you will live from now on,” Mr. Miller said, opening the door to reveal wooden stairs leading down to the basement. “Since I’m a kind Master, I’ll allow you to walk down rather than crawl.” Brian stood up and followed Mr. Miller downstairs where there was a room containing more slings, more benches, a mattress covered in stains, a crate, chains on the walls, and several television screens mounted in each corner. The air was cold, causing Brian’s nipples to harden and his cock to shrink. “This is where you sleep,” Mr. Miller said, pointing to the crate. It was big enough to fit a person, but it would be a tight fit. “And to make sure that we keep you under my control,” he went to the televisions and turned them on, the same strobe effect and noise from the living room appearing on each screen. “Even while you’re asleep, the messages within the videos will enter your mind, changing it, poisoning it. There is no escaping my purpose. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” the slave said, his voice raspy. Mr. Miller went to a chest in which he kept several items of apparel. The one he wanted was at the top since he had thrown it there only the day before. It was the jock strap he had worn every day to the gym for the past month. It was stained with sweat, piss, and cum. It reeked, but the odor made his cock hard. “You will wear this,” he said, handing his slave the jock strap. “Anything I give you to wear will contain my scent. You will get high off of my stench. You will crave me more than life itself. Is this what you want, slave?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want.” The slave took the jock strap and put it on, the pouch looking a bit odd with the cock cage inside. “Get inside,” Mr. Miller said, opening the cage door. Brian crawled back onto his hands and knees and entered the cage, his Master locking it behind him. Mr. Miller left the basement, the lights turned off with the television screen still playing the video. Brian curled up on the floor of the cage, his eyes focused on the television screen, his body not only soaking in the subliminal messages from Mr. Miller but also his Master’s toxic cum.

Part 2 Tom looked like shit which was rare for him. "Look, I'm not going to live like this. You have a few options" I said. I had rehearsed this because I really didn't want to leave him. I came up with a few good options and one crazy one, which I told him calmly while he softly sobbed. In hindsight, it was one good option, one bad option, one selfish option and one crazy one. "One, we can walk away and give up on almost seven great years. Two, we can close our relationship back up. Or at least you can, since I like hooking up with other guys and haven't had any issues other than a few mediocre fucks. Three, you can go on PrEP so you can let anyone fuck you and not have to worry about getting infected with HIV. I think we can deal with the other curable ones and they come with having lots of partners. Or four, you can go get yourself pozzed up, go on meds and not have to worry about catching it again, like Dennis" I said. I took one more sip of the crappy Malbec and stood up, adding "Let me know what you decide" before I walked back to my hotel. "You told him what?!?!" Dennis exclaimed when I talked to him the next day. "Well, I could only come up with the one good idea and I don't like to give ultimatums. I don't want to leave him and only allowing me to play on the side is a selfish choice since I'm not going to give it up and he's proven he can't do it well. So... I basically told him to get on PrEP or we were done" I told Dennis. "Uh... you gave him a choice and based on how scared he is of losing you, he might take the easy way out. You told him it was ok, too, since it was one of the options you told him. I do know a couple guys that would pay good money to charge up a hot neg guy like him" Dennis said. The chuckle he made after his comment was a little disconcerting. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. But, you're doin ok, right?" I asked, just in case Tom did something crazy and chose my fourth option. "I'm fine. It's fun collecting as much toxic seed as I can and then have a neg guy stuff his dick in it. Uh... want to meet up Saturday at the Watering Hole?" he asked. "Yeah, sure. Nine ok?" I asked and he replied "Sounds good." A few of Dennis' comments had rattled me and I was thinking about them all night. -- "Got a minute" came the text the next afternoon. He called when I said "ok" and his attitude was very different. Tom was calm and serious. "I've been thinking about our meeting and your options. I think I can rule out number one, since I want to make this work. All of my freakouts have been because I'm scared of losing you. This past week has made it painfully clear that I need you in my life" Tom said. "I want to make it work too, but I'm not interested in the emotional rollercoaster we've been on" I replied. "Can I be honest with you? I mean, brutally honest?" Tom asked. "Of course" I replied. "I'm kind of turned on taking poz loads. The undetectable ones like Patrick and Dennis have don't do it for me any more. The thought of taking unmedicated ones with high viral loads just turns me on so much. I'm just afraid that if I get pozzed, you'll dump me" Tom said. "So you'd rather become a psycho bitch every couple months and make me dump you for that?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you for any reason" Tom told me. "Well, think about this. If you go through with it, it's a life long commitment. You shouldn't do it just for a wild fuck or ten, or just to make a hookup seem hotter. Talk to Patrick and find out what its really like, long term. PrEP is a much more sensible option" I said. Tom's bombshell wasn't nearly as much of a shock after the discussion I'd had with Dennis. Looking back, it kind of made sense, which meant he wasn't just making shit up to get back together or to shock me. A few hours later I was on my way over to Dennis' place. I needed to talk this whole thing out with him but I was also horny as fuck. When I got there, two guys were just leaving. I had seen both of them at the gym over the past few years. The black guy was thick and muscled and the Latino was about fifty pounds lighter with big arms, a classic vee leading down to an eight-pack. Both reeked of pot and giggled as they walked by, winking at me. Dennis was inside the doorway, wearing only a huge grin. The skunky aroma barely covered up the smell of fresh cum. He handed me a pipe and lighter and I took a hit of some really strong weed. The second hit was even longer and was exactly what I needed. The third I shotgunned into Dennis' mouth after letting my lungs soak up as much as they could. We ended up on the couch and I told him what Tom had said. I wasn't sure if he was just letting me talk through it or if he was too stoned to even hear my words. A ding came from his phone and he glanced at it to read the notification. He looked back at me, smiling, and said "I got a couple ideas, but first you're gonna have to give me what's trying to escape your jeans. That bulge is fuckin huge."

Hey everyone. I was wondering if you made any memorable experiences that got you into bare fucking. I used to be a very shy guy and had my first real sex relatively late (if I disregard the jerking off with a neighborhood friend as young teens). I was not a fan of condoms but regarded them as the necessary evil to even have sex. It just never felt that good so I didn't really enjoy fucking when I started. During a vacation in Taiwan I've had some very hot dates and one was my entry to the world of bareback. This hot twink I met online was with me in my Airbnb place and while we were cuddling I rubbed my cock against his hole. He wanted me to just fuck him bare and in the heat of the moment it just felt right and the feeling that fucking him bare gave me was beyond compare. I suddenly realized that THIS is the only way I wanted to have sex in the future. I'm still so thankful to that guy that he showed me how real sex should be: skin on skin and juicy. What about you? I'm curious to learn about your journey towards bare fucking.

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

A lot has been going through my mind the past 5 days since I took what I think was a toxic load… The first night I didn't sleep all that well (excitement, not worry). Then the next day I realized nothing except possibly my status has changed. But if I'm poz it does change some of my priorities. I came the morning after, but now I'm going to try to not cum except when I'm fucking someone. That said, my libido hasn't been all that strong. I've been reading about viral loads. I knew the basics, but not the particulars. Upon doing some research I learned HIV hides out in the lymph nodes near your groin and then when they replicate a certain amount HIV "bursts" into your blood stream and that's when you're actually toxic. Apparently that's around Day 8. Then weeks 2-4 (first half of July) I'll be the most infectious I'll ever be. The weeks 10-24 (late August to Thanksgiving) I'll have a low, but detectable viral load, then it slowly builds. BUT the problem is getting anything but the mildest case of fuck flu is a problem right now since I have an international trip scheduled at the end of the month. SO, my plan is to start taking PrEP in order to keep a lid on the infection and keep my fuck flu mild. (At least that's what I hope will happen). So Sunday (~10 days after taking the load) I'll start taking PrEP every other day. Then I'll ramp that up to daily, and then taper down again before I come home. Even after I get back there's an event scheduled where it would be a problem if I were down for the count with fuck flu, so I'll take a little bit until that's over. If it works the worst case scenario is that I become meds resistant for Truvada (and that's not a huge negative in my book 😈). I knew I had all those complications when I took the load, but I took it anyway because at the end of the day there just isn't a convenient time to have fuck flu. I'm really hoping I can control any symptoms with PrEP. It'll suck if I can't. But, taking PrEP means I'll be knocking down my viral load. So that whole 2-4 weeks, and 10-24 weeks timeline may not really apply to me. But at the end of the day I'm happy whether my viral load is 50,000 or 1 million. Actually, I'm happier with 50,000 since, if I can keep the viral level low, but high enough to knock guys up, then that's a plus. It means I can probably stay off meds longer, and poz more guys who are chasing (actively and passively). The other issue is that I was going to take a home HIV test a month after I took the load. Normally that would be pretty accurate, but apparently people who started ARV therapy quickly after infection (which is kinda what I'm doing by taking Truvada) take longer to develop antibodies. And home tests are antibody tests. So I'll probably wait a few more weeks to test, or try to do multiple tests. But it'll be really frustrating to not know if I'm poz or not… Oh, in other news… I figured out the guy who gave me the load is an OnlyFans model. (No, I won't tell you which one.) I knew he was hot, but hadn't realized he had turned his good looks into a profession (or at least a significant side hustle). A couple people I talked to about him did confirm they knew he was a bug chaser, so that ups the odds of him telling the truth about being toxic. Now the question is whether he's actually toxic or just a good sex worker feeding into someone's fantasy (a fantasy he shares). A lot of the guys who get into poz fetish aren't for real - they're on PrEP or already undetectable. My gut tells me that he's telling the truth, and I kinda trust my impression of him (I'm a pretty good judge of people), BUT it could just be wishful thinking on my part. Doing some more calculations with dates – my possible "poz daddy" said he had a mild fuck flu in December. So backing that up it means he was probably pozzed around Thanksgiving (roughly). So he was at week ~28 after infection. So (if he's having an "average" infection) he'd be about a month out of his period of low viral load. That's actually fine with me. The higher his viral load the more problems I'll have with fuck flu. POSTSCRIPT: I tested neg a few weeks later (on a NAAT test that can detect HIV before there are antibodies). Either the guy wasn't toxic, or he faked cumming in me, or it all leaked out on the bike ride home, or it just wasn't enough virus to infect me.

I love to cheat on my husband. I’ll give or take loads on the side without him knowing. It’s such a turn on. We’ve played a little bit together but it’s always fun to do it without him knowing. Recently I’ve been withholding sex from him. Then I go fuck this hot bi married guy down the street. He’s always waiting naked and ass up. I walk in, rim his hole, sniff some poppers and slide my raw dick in. It’s so fun to pump him full of cum instead of my husband. Sometimes he breeds me too but he’s more of a bottom. Eventually when I do fuck my husband, I try to make sure I’ve fucked someone else. I love that he doesn’t know he’s cleaning someone’s ass juices from my dick. It makes me breed my husband even harder than normal. God I love being a slut!

I don't usually make political comments on this platform, but as someone who leans pretty far small-l libertarian and mostly voted Republican before Trump completely upended the party's focus. I'm really curious what the people that think Trump would do to solve the inflation dilemma would be doing? I know he hasn't actually publicly prescribed any actual policies so I think any ideas about what he might do are purely speculative. Because Trump hasn't put forth any suggestions, and he has managed to keep an iron grip on currently serving Republicans aren't going to introduce any legislation that is not fully approved by Trump. I think he would either with or without authorization from congress try to implement price controls a la Nixon in 1970 (Nixon did have congressional authorization). Even in the hands of reasonably competent experts and leadership Nixon's actions led to shortages and long waiting lists for goods and services that we are already experiencing today. In addition to that problem, Trump has shown through his 4 year term a penchant to try to control the micro through "deals" with companies and individuals rather than focusing on the macro, which if any government led solution is possible on inflation it will have to come from macro policy. As a libertarian, I would expect you to be firmly against intervention at either the micro or macro levels. Another huge problem I have giving Trump the authority to attempt to deal with it is his history as a businessman. Trump's "great personal wealth" may or may not be more than illusion, but either way the perception of it has been created by taking the cash flow from a long line of failed business ventures. Companies he has controlled have declared bankruptcy 6 times. Many more have defaulted on the debts, almost all of them have negotiated with creditors to pay them pennies on the dollar owed, and numerous others have shut down after he took the customers money without providing the agreed upon goods or services, including the outright fraudulent enterprises that had to be shut down by multiple states (Trump University is just the tip of the iceberg in that area). None of which give me confidence the "fabulously wealthy businessman" has any hope of navigating the global economic currents that are driving this bout of inflation, let alone preventing or reversing it. The MAGA have been insisting for 6 years now that it is a "binary choice" where we have to pick the "least of the evils". Guess what, right now that is the Democrats. The Democrats have not pledged total fealty and discretion on policy to a single individual, that is in my opinion the most seriously flawed major party leader in US history. They have not claimed election fraud and refused to accept the results of an election, even after almost 2 years of failure to provide evidence of the fraud that has standing in a court of law. No Democrats have condoned an active revolt against the constitutional republic on the scale of the January 6th, 2021 insurrection, since the Civil War ended in 1865. Trump has been very successful at removing the philosophical and policy reasons I mostly voted Republican in the past, so at this point I don't have much in common with either party. Some of my biggest disappointments with Biden are that he has left the Trump tariffs and caps on legal immigration in place, both of which are contributing to the current inflation problem. I don't think that Biden should have followed through on Trump's withdrawal from Afghanistan. I am at least thankful that Biden opposed Putin's invasion of Ukraine, and firmly believe Trump would have actively worked to hand the Ukraine over to Russia, and actively undermined NATO efforts to keep it an independent nation. Small-l libertarianism "live and let live" approach only works if a majority is willing to heed the "do no harm to others" component of the philosophy. MAGA will not tolerate the "do no harm to others" part nor can they be shamed into even considering what harm they may be doing.

The only piercings I have are my nips which have 6mm rings in them. Some people say they saw stars when they had theirs done and I was dreading it, thinking I'd make a total dick of myself and that I'd back out after just one. To be honest my went with more discomfort than a screaming pain. They were very tender for a couple of days afterwards but I love they way they are now hypersensitised. I've taken them up to 8mm rings that were like door knockers but they;looked way too obvious through clothing, so I've kept them at 6 for the last few years. I guess everyone has a different pain threshold but if you can put up with it for few days I'd say go for it mate! you won't look back. I also have a large tattoo on my back that covers most of it. I agree with leatherpunk16.. some areas will be more sensitive. I found the kidney area very uncomfortable. I had mine done over 5 sessions and found the longest I could go was about 4 hours before I'd say that I'd had enough.

It’s a well known cruising spot. Any poz guys from here frequent it? Would be good to sync up 😏

If I'm going to fuck an anon bottom, he's taking my cock raw and getting bred.

I'm an all natural lube guy, spit for the 1st fuck and then cum there after. I really don't like it when I stick my dick in a guy that has packed his hole full of artificial lube or insists on lubing his dick or my hole with that nasty stuff. The flip side is I occasionally run into some one who won't fuck without some kind of artificial lube.

From what I've read in your reports, I think this man is heavily conflicted about a number of issues, and whether you can help or harm is - as I understand your reports - an open question. One thing I doubt though, is you're the first guy he's ever fantasized about, or felt an attraction to. You may well be the first that he's found so attractive that he's actually devoting some intellectual/emotional attention to his own issues. That said, only he can actually do that. Perhaps you can help in some way, but when it comes down to brass tacks, it's only he himself that can make potentially life-altering decisions. Maybe you should consider backing off a bit - maintaining non-personal contact - i.e. texts, whatever, and when he asks you why you seem to be backing off, tell him in as kind a way as you're able. We still haven't heard how you deal with your own current relationship regarding "outside" sex, and that would impact him, however indirectly. You've referred a number of times to this man's professional accomplishments, his apparent financial stability, etc. These seem to be ancillary to your main focus, as I understand it. It would be helpful if you took some time and outlined what your goals are regarding this man. I mean, list them. Write them down. 1st goal, 2nd goal, 3rd, etc. Discard all the projections onto him, and concentrate only on your goals. This would be most helpful. Best wishes ...

Once and a while a nice glass in the am

Nope, i started taking cock from an early age. Local toilets was best placed. I took anyones dick, still do, I just bend and take. Cock is cock.

Great discussion! Have my "standards changed?" Yes, though my tastes have remained pretty much the same. For me, the biggest qualifier is a Mans need/desire to breed. If that presents, He can have me via my hole and it awakens my own need/desire....usually. Romance is a lot more complicated, but casual sex? His need/desire to penetrate and seed are pretty much the only qualifiers.

There is couple of floating parties I found in North Jersey. I went to one a few times it was good in a nice hotel and good crowd. Last year its a little pricey for play but again good crowd. Bad point no parTy. But they have lots of beds and couches to play on. 1st time I didnt know what to do you undress right away everyone is naked or jockstraps. When i told the guy running it I was a bottom he said just go on a open bed and the tops will come. So i got on a open bed laid on it face down and in no time i felt the bed move and there was 3 guys touching me. Wish i could have some clouds at this point but not allowed. But it was fine I got hot with all the hands touching me and in notime i felt lube and my ass pulled up as someone started to fuck me. Had 2 guys sat at my head for me to suck them. After one guy finished there was someone else. This went on for a while. Must have been fucked by 5 guys when I finaly got up to watch others play. That was fun. They push using condoms and no ParTy or alcohol. Kinda sucks.

Oh snap! That's a great idea. I did this once when I suspected that a friend was struggling with his sexual identity -- we had mutual friends who were straight, and he gave off very gay vibes to others (and certainly to me). We'd get together as friends, and he wanted to go into NYC one Saturday afternoon/evening. I was dying to find out the answer to the question without actually putting him in an uncomfortable situation and asking him outright. Since I once lived in The Village, I had an idea. After an early dinner, I took him up into my old stomping grounds and made it a point to pass by Ty's on Christopher Street and said, "Hey, let's get a beer." I ordered and watched the scenery with him as we chatted, then he excused himself to the men's room. A few minutes later, my question was answered when he saw someone he liked back there and grabbed his package and felt him up. BINGO! For those saying he might have been putting on a show, he bugged me to go back several times. For me, that was his coming out moment. @tallslenderguy and @hntnhole I think have a great idea here. If nothing else, you get there and it makes the whole topic very easy to bring up. And if he observes it's not a mixed (male/female) crowd, you can at least use that to broach the topic of "well, didn't know if that would bother you, because (you're) gay too." Great way to get to an inflection point.

Yesterday was a very lazy day. I went on Grindr and found a top guy about 10 miles from me. H asked if I was looking and said yes. He wanted his dick sucked and was open to fucking a clean ass, He said he could be here at 2;00 when he got here he was very muscular and married. He striped and asked condom or bareback I said bareback and he threw me on bed He spit on my hole and in he went He was maybe 6” but very thick. he plowed me for about 10 min and then I heard him make a cry. With that I could feel his cum going in. he came a bucket full cleaned off got dressed and said since he had my cell number would be back

1 week in, no complaints. I enjoy wanking too much & have no self discipline to wait six weeks…

One of the hottest things a breeder ever said to me was a completely average in every way (looks, physique, endowment…just the type I love) guy at a bathhouse. He was demonstrably grateful to fuck me in our time together and kept saying “Thank you” in various ways, almost emotionally, as we fucked in every position imaginable. Pretty sure the guy had been turned down a few times that night by the “stand & model” crowd. I was on my back with my heels next to my ears when he loudly filled my cunt with what felt like a load that had been pent up for a WHILE. He looked down at me, locked my eyes and stared into my very soul, with sweat pouring onto me from his face and body and said: “I just inseminated you”. It was like he was talking to livestock. I will never forget that fuck.

I've had a few changes over the 30+ years I've been having casual sex. When I 1st started out, I was fairly picky about age and appearance. My biggest change is when I started getting fucking, I would fuck anyone I found attractive, but would only let guys fuck me if they had a bigger cock than I did. It took me almost a year to realize how much I liked to get fucked and that was it was too big of a limitation. The other big change happened in my mind to late 30's when I moved from somewhere where casual sex was readily available to somewhere where it was not. As a result of that move, my criteria to fuck is pretty much anyone who is willing able and sober enough to know they are having sex. Even if I'm traveling somewhere where finding willing partners is easy, I will still fuck with just about anyone not strung out on who know what.

My cumdump hole.

My hole is still wrecked after my eventful week in Ohio.

For most of my life I averaged once a day. Now that I'm getting older my horniness level varies wildly. Sometimes I'll go over a week without even thinking about it and then fap it 3 times in one afternoon. And getting laid doesn't change anything. It's not unusual for me to fuck a guy and then jerk off as soon as I get home.

Part II. “Wait here,” I said, smirking to my new filthy friend. He didn’t believe that I was coming back, let alone that I was bringing reinforcements. He pulled up his pants and shuffled behind me to the doorway of the restroom. I walked out to the car, looking over my shoulder and winking. My boy was sitting there, on his phone, looking at hook-up apps. “You ready for some action right now?” He smiled, thinking I meant we could fool around now. “Is the coast clear in there for some rest stop action?” he asked. "Not exactly. Just follow me.” My boy got out of the car, and I realized that he was already hard, with a dark spot of precum leaking through his shorts. He saw the unattractive surly stranger in the doorway immediately, as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He chuckled, and sent a message, before slipping the phone into his pocket, and practically running up to the hairy man, shirt still unbuttoned. My boy leaned in to kiss him and twisted his puffy nipples in his fingers. The stranger smiled at me and dragged my boy into the bathroom, back to the stall where I had bred him just a few minutes earlier. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the man on his knees, slobbering all over my boy’s dick, already hard, his pants already pulled down. He had his hands at his own ass, fingering out my cum, and the cum that was already there when I got to him. With his fingers streaked with seed, he started working them into my boy’s ass. I knew my boy wasn’t shy, and didn’t mind taking cum from strangers. In fact, it turned us both on, especially not knowing the man’s status or health, and as in confirmation of as much, my boy was moaned in pleasure as the guy gurgled on his cock and teased his asshole. I fished out my sticky cock and fisted my hard-on as the guy bent over for my boy, just as he had for me. My boy eased in as the guy pushed back to meet his thrusts. “How many loads you got in you, man?” “Not sure,” he grunted back, “but you’re at least the fifth or sixth guy in me today." "Cum slut,” my boy grunted in reply, fucking him even harder than before, his balls slapping against the stranger’s ass, as cum started forcing its way out of his hole, practically splashing between them. “You want my load, man?” The man moaned in approval as my boy filled him up, holding onto his hips, shooting deep inside. The man pulled forward hopping off my boy’s cock, spun around, and swallowed it to the root, getting his stubbly face smeared with cum. My boy smeared his face against the man’s cummy face, and reached behind himself to work two sticky fingers inside his ass. The man stood him up, facing me, circled around, and eased his raw dick into my boy. The man’s thick cock must have been over eight inches long, and my boy clearly loved taking inch after inch. ‘Fuuuuck me,” he grunted as the man exhaled as he went balls-deep. My boy looked up at me, his eyes extending a 'thank you', and the man also looked on, smirking and grunting as he plowed my boy so hard he nearly fell over. I watched as my boy’s face went from blissful pleasure to pain. I knew this guy’s rough fucking must be tearing up his asshole. “So hot, fucking your boy… You share his holes with your friends?” I nodded. “That’s so hot… and so stupid… so dangerous.…” My boy was in heat as he said these words, and I knew he was working his ass muscles, trying to get the man to cum so it would be over with. He had gone from enjoying an anonymous rest room fuck to really being in agony. “You like getting your boy bred with dirty seed?” I knew what he meant, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Gonna do it! Gonna breed your boy!!!!” My boy clenched his eyes tightly as the man filled his guts with his dirty cum. The man smiled at me, starting to laugh, nearly cackling as he pulled his cock out my boy’s wrecked hole, wiping it on his hands and bringing his hands to his own mouth. My boy stopped him and licked the filth off his hands, kneeling down and swallow his cock, covered in my boy’s ass juice, and the man’s dirty load. I heard my boy’s phone vibrate on the cold filthy tile floor, having fallen out of his shorts during his intense fuck. I heard the door open behind me as two guys walked in, one older, one younger, both very handsome and muscular, both smiling at the scene before them. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”