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Hi guys, here's the next chapter... I plan to post one every weekend from here on out. Enjoy! VII. The Sacrament The Chapter was still rejoicing at the addition of an eager new Convert to their ranks. Now was the time for the special sharing that the newest Brother could bestow only in the springtime of his Gift. The haunting notes of the Initiation Hymn rang through the subterranean Chapter Hall, its ancient stone lightly trembling to the deep baritone thrum. Torches were lit in their iron rings with a spattering flare, casting a dim glow into the farthest recess of the crypt, where a hidden stairway spiraled to even lower Depths. As prescribed by the Ritual, the Brothers filed into the back of the sanctuary, forming an orderly semicircle on either side. To one side of the altar the newest Brother, his unhooded robe now bound with the crimson cord of a Novice, sat with the easy confidence bestowed by full manhood, upon an ornately carved chair of dark wood, padded in red velvet, with the Fraternal crest emblazoned on its back. To call it a throne would be unseemly, but with its restrained, masculine dignity it was without question a seat of honor. The young man’s radiant glow and gentle, indulgent smile betrayed a modest but well-earned pride. The Liturgy was familiar to the Novice, who had undergone a similar Initiation ceremony just weeks before. But there was one important difference. Rather than a mass anointment of semen injected by the gathered Brotherhood into a fertile and receptive hole, on this High Holy Night the recent Convert was to administer the Sacrament alone, drawing on the unique and beautiful power of his newly poz Cock, a brilliant but short-lived potency with a viral – or shall we say virile – load in the miraculous millions. A power granted by the Dark One with the commandment to deploy it, broadly but wisely, to bestow the Gift of Conversion on a few fortunate men. A dank, mysterious breeze wafted from unseen passageways as uneven footsteps tripped their way down the stone stairwell. The entry was less orderly than before, for the man being escorted was putting up a vigorous fight. Even beneath the loose-fitting robe his powerful build was unmistakable, and the two Guards, at the peak of fitness themselves, struggled to subdue him. In the scuffle the garment’s hood was wrenched off, revealing the wide, angular face of a man of some fifty years, with close-cropped silver hair and thick stubble. A fiery rage flashed in the man’s blue-gray eyes and his broad, muscled shoulders heaved and twisted as he battled his captors. As he thrashed, the neck of his robe fell open, unveiling a massive chest with thick nipples that stood defiantly erect through a forest of silver hair. The rough rope binding the cloak at the waist slipped open as it was pulled to and fro, allowing the sides of the robe to drape open gracefully, like stage curtains. The opening had barely widened a few inches when the man’s cock, powered by its own angry arousal, sprang forth – lifting along with it a ruddy scrotum easily the size of two fists, buried in a nest of silvery hair like steel wool. The massive orbs within the sac jostled and bounced as the man continued to exert all his force in an effort to break free. A shock of recognition swept the gathered Brothers – though their hood-shrouded faces kept their composure and the chant continued unabated, slowly gathering force. The Novice in his chair of honor felt an uneasy jolt course through his body. For the new arrival was no ordinary Recruit. He was an infamous foe of the Brotherhood: the pastor of a local megachurch, a potent political force in the conservative community. This “reverend” hosted religious broadcasts along with his shrewish, heavily made-up wife, where they raged ceaselessly against the evils of sexual sin. Nothing seemed to arouse his anger more than the spread of HIV, and he would spit violently as he cast his contempt on “filthy, AIDS-ridden homosexuals.” As he became aware of his surroundings a hint of fear tinged the anger in his eyes and his struggle ebbed slightly. He pulled himself to his full height, fixing a prideful but chastened glare at the altar before him. The eerie chant rose again in volume and tempo, as the High Priest emerged from the gloom. “Are you [citing his name]?” the Priest intoned in a resounding baritone. “I am,” the man replied, summoning his own imposing, masculine timbre, with just a hint of uncertainty. “Do you know why you stand before us?” “I have been brought here by force, against my will.” “You stand at trial as an enemy of our Brotherhood,” the Priest declared. “Tonight you are to be transformed. We give you a choice. You may accept with gratitude the Gift we offer, along with our forgiveness – or you may fight it and be marked as an outcast, both among our ranks and in those of your own hateful sect. Either way, you will receive forever in your body the Sacrament of our Faith, that which you have long reviled and blasphemed.” “Fuck you, you filthy f*****t,” the man snarled, straining anew at his bonds. The Guards tightened their grips, easily overcoming his now flagging resistance. The Priest remained calm. “You still have time to repent. We are men of grace and justice, and we extend the hand of welcome to those who gladly receive what we offer. Think carefully. A wise choice on your part will grant you entry to a Fellowship of Men far more powerful than the impotent religion which you now profess.” “Fuck you,” the prisoner repeated, this time with a noticeable shade less conviction. “Very well,” the Priest nodded. “Your resolve will be tested.” He glanced at the Guards, who turned the man roughly, forcing him to face the congregation. At this point a group of four Brothers, their faces cloaked like the others, their voices still chanting in mystical unison, broke from the ranks and strode in single file toward the altar, arraying themselves closely around the struggling captive. Even the thick robes could scarcely conceal their supple, athletic bodies. One by one the four men unfastened and cast off their garments, revealing breathtaking torsos, taut abdomens, hard-trained arms and trunk-like legs. These magnificent young men, all of them on the cusp of twenty, were the flower of the Brotherhood’s youth, each boy beguilingly beautiful in his own way. One was a golden blond with the first fresh bloom of auburn beard, a few tentative strands of hair adorning his broad, smooth chest. Another had mahogany skin, pitch-dark hair, and almond-shaped eyes set in a perfect, unwrinkled brow. The third was sculpted of priceless ebony, with chocolate hair tightly surrounding his massive skull and carpeting godlike genitals. The fourth, a sinewy redhead, was clad in pale, marble-like skin sketched with light blue veins and lightly sprinkled with freckles. A light tuft of ginger pubic hair topped his gently dangling uncut cock, more modest in size than the others but with a perfectly proportioned beauty. The young Brothers sparkled with an endearing boyishness, but moved with the earnest, meaningful manner of men about their work. The foursome laid their hands upon the trembling man, who gave a startled gasp and shuddered momentarily in the Guards’ tight grasp. The young men’s tender ministrations seemed to melt his resistance and he relaxed slightly, only tensing as each boy’s fingers caressed his most sensitive parts - grazing a nipple, gliding down his shivering back, gently cupping his prodigious balls, then stroking his still-stiffening member, which responded of its own accord, straining and twitching toward the vaulted ceiling. Soft lips and moist tongues explored every crevice of his quivering body. The man heaved a sigh, loosening his tension imperceptibly. As the blond boy slid into a kneeling position and brought full young lips toward the man’s pulsing cockhead, the prisoner seemed to resign himself to his fate, throwing his head back as he accepted the pleasure that was forcefully bestowed upon him. The strange words of the ancient chant rose and enveloped him, and the wide eyes of the Novice, still patiently waiting to perform his duty, glowed with intensity as he cast his gaze upon the scene. The captive’s ten-inch cock glided easily down the young blond’s practiced throat, and the other lads added their own stimulation – the black boy stretching his lips to envelop the massive balls, the redhead licking the lightly haired shaft and sharing its glistening head with his blond Brother in a tender kiss. Then the mahogany-skinned youth rose to his feet and turned to the congregation, backing toward the altar and presenting the smooth copper globes of his backside to the captive. He reached behind himself and stretched his buttocks from either side, revealing a taut, puckered hole that glistened with the spit with which his fellows had anointed him in pre-ceremonial preparations. The prisoner tensed anew, a look of terror in his eyes, but retained his stance as the boy backed himself onto the hard cock – which, with a will of its own, throbbed greedily as it slid in. All pretense of resistance was dropped as the man slipped his arms from the Guards’ now loose grasp and clenched the boy’s chest, tightly squeezing him as he pounded his loins hungrily, deep into the welcoming hole. Grunts and growls emerged from his grimacing lips and he shook, seemingly seized with an electrical force beyond his control. A sudden, final spasm exploded from his groin, his face contorted in simultaneous shock and ecstasy, and he emitted a guttural cry that echoed through the vaulted arches. His arms wrapped even more tightly around the brown-skinned boy and, despite himself, he grasped the young man’s face, turned it toward him, and kissed him passionately. Suddenly the captive seemed to come to his senses and pushed the boy away, his slick, semi-hard cock bouncing as it was roughly yanked from the tight young hole. The man staggered backwards, stumbling against the altar, and grasped his head in his hands. “What are you– get the fuck– I didn’t want–” he stammered weakly. The Priest stepped out of the shadows where he had been discreetly watching and addressed the man, as the four boys stood at attention, their own turgid cocks pulsing from their exertions. Abruptly the congregation interrupted its insistent chant, the dark notes reverberating for many minutes until they faded into stony silence. The captive’s heaving shoulders sagged, and a look of resignation came over his sweating face. “You know what you are, friend. Your body betrays you,” the Priest said gently. “You stand at a crossroads. Ahead of you could lie an endless bounty of the pleasure you have just tasted. If you cast your lot with our Order, you will claim the manly embrace of a community of lovers. We are truer to our Faith and more steadfastly loyal to our fellows than the brittle hypocrites who profess to be your disciples. Do you not wish to be one of us?” The man held a long, dejected gaze at the flagstone floor, seemingly lost in thought, while the gathered Brothers maintained silence. Finally, summoning a scrap of courage, he whispered, “What must I do?” “You shall be anointed this night with a life force that you will bear within your body forever. The entire Brotherhood will witness as your false manhood is stripped from you and you are laid bare as the naked and vulnerable boy that you have always been. “Once the Gift has been received within you, your past transgressions will be burned away in a fiery fever. I will not lie – it will be an ordeal, but one from which you will emerge a new and purified Man, the bearer of enormous power and privilege, but also of lifelong responsibility. You must promise to share our precious Gift with generations to come, as Scripture dictates. If you remain devoted to the oath of our Order, the Brothers will stand by your side unto death, and beyond.” The Priest held his words for the few moments it took his voice to echo and fade through the halls, then intoned, “Will you so solemnly swear?” The man stood transfixed for many minutes, daring not to look up from the floor. Finally he nodded, barely perceptibly. The Priest, raising his arms, repeated with greater force, “Will you so solemnly swear?” After one more moment of hesitation, the man drew a deep breath. “I will.” The Novice gasped lightly and shifted in his chair, adjusting the drapes of his robe modestly across his stirring lap. The Priest lowered his arms and clasped his hands before him. In spite of his solemn dignity, a light smile crept onto his lips. “Let us prepare the Service.”

I opened my mouth and tasted a mix of piss sweat and metal as Andrew slide his head into my mouth. He put his hands around the back of my head and slowly pushed. I could barely hold back the urge to throw up as his cock made its was down my throat. “You like taking my cock slut” Andrew asked to which I vigorously nodded, I still had no idea what was going through my head but knew that I needed this cock. As I got about half his cock into my mouth I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. Andrew noticed and pulled out slightly so that I could breathe again. “Inhale this it’ll help you swallow my entire cock, and your gonna swallow my entire cock faggot” he said as he pulled out a wash cloth that he sprayed with some van before shoving it under my nose. I felt hot and slightly light headed when Andrew forced his entire cock down my throat. I could feel his piercing cutting up my throat as he fucked it but I only wanted more. After a few minutes he pulled out and asked “ how did you like that faggot” I could only moan in response “Of course you loved it cmon I’m about to break your hole in” he said as he pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the bed. He went to the side table and pulled out a small baggie and some metal pieces before crouching by my ass. I saw that the metal pieces were actually piercings. A giant thick horseshoe septum piercing as well as two spiked lip piercings “ you want me in your hole faggot” he asked as he rubbed a finger around the edge of my virgin hole before suddenly pushing in “Yes daddy” I moaned out as he began finger fucking me. I felt him scraping up my hole. After a minute he put 4 fingers in and pulled me open before dumping the contents of the bag into me. I felt a burning sensation followed by a rush emanating from my hole “Please I need your cock daddy” i screamed. “But what about your wife” he asked as he rubbed his pierced head around my desperate hole “I don’t care I just want your cock” “What about your son” “Fuck him all I want is your cock” “What about god” “Fuck god I need you in me” “What about the hiv that I’m gonna infect you with” “Give me your hiv dick daddy please” I begged without even thinking as he slammed hard into my unlubed hole. His PA tore my hole apart and yet I couldn’t stop moaning all the pain felt so good. Daddy saw how I was reacting and slapped me in the face to which I just moaned and grabbed at my dick. “Your not touching that fucking pathetic cock faggot” he said as he punched my balls full force. The pain was enough to make me shot my load then and there. After a few minutes Andrew bent down and whispered in my ear. “Say hi to your wife” as he pointed to a camera on the side of the room. I should’ve cared but instead I just moaned “cum in me daddy” as he shot his toxic load into me. Andrew bred me five more times that night before sending the video to my wife. I stayed at his place being constantly bred or working out until I tested positive. After that he told me that he was going back to New York and that I could come with him if I wanted. Of course I accepted and over the years he molded me into the perfect slave for him. He put me on a strict workout regimen and diet as well as ensuring my ass was well trained by the hundreds of men he lent me out to. A few weeks ago when I found out that my son would be coming to stay with us I begged master to show him how great it is to be gay and we came up with a plan to make him into master’s slave as well.

It all began so innocently. Well, maybe not *innocently*, but I certainly wasn't expecting things to go in the direction they did! I've always had 2 Twitter accounts. The first is a 'vanilla' one where I follow friends and celebrities, and occasionally post about things that are going on in my life. Then there's the second one, the one that I use when I'm horny and want to see naked guys fucking and sucking. I also make it very clear that I want to meet guys in-person for no-strings fun. Hell, I've even posted a bit of content myself, including a 90-second video that a top once took as he plowed my hole with his raw cock and then dumped a load inside me. A year or so ago, as I was perusing the accounts that followed one of the guys I follow, I came across a bug chaser's profile. Curious, I clicked on it, and the sights that greeted my eyes made me instantly hard: big cocks emblazoned with the biohazard symbol plowing and pozzing twinks and daddies alike. I checked out his followers and the people he was following, and soon found myself down a deep rabbit hole of poz guys and chasers. And almost every time I encountered a new profile, I found myself clicking the 'follow' button. Now, my non-vanilla feed is filled with every kind of poz content you can imagine. It's an incredible turn-on to watch guys surrendering to the power of a toxic load. I've beaten off countless times, imagining one of those bottoms was me. But alas, the area where I live is, as best as I can tell, a desert when it comes to unmedicated poz guys. Most of the poz guys are either in the big cities like New York or Chicago, or else they're overseas. Every time I find someone local-ish, whether on Twitter or BBRT or elsewhere, he lists his status as undetectable. Always undetectable. That is, until one day last week. A profile began to follow me and when I checked him out, it appeared that he *might* be local. He followed several other accounts in my area, and they in turn followed him. What's more, he made it very plain that he was HIV positive and proud to be so. Needless to say, I sent him a message, and to my great surprise, I discovered that not only are we in the same state, he lives 2 towns away from me! I didn't hesitate to express my interest and ask if he wanted to meet, and he readily agreed. When I asked if he was willing to poz me, his only response was, "Of course." Holy fuck! So, Thursday after work I found myself at my favorite cum dump motel, getting a room not to wait ass-up for random anonymous tops, but to begin my journey to joining the poz brotherhood. I got naked and cleaned out, slathering my hole with lube as I fervently hoped I wouldn't be ghosted at the last minute. Much to my relief he messaged to say that he had just parked. And, he had a surprise for me. Oh my, what a surprise! I opened the door to not one, but two guys! My new friend introduced himself before introducing the 'Plus 1' he had brought: the man who had gifted him last year! "You'll take my load second," my friend said (we still haven't exchanged names). "Dad here will be the first to infect you." My cock got instantly hard. Seeing this, Dad simply said, "You won't be needing that today." He began peeling off his clothes the moment the door shut behind them. What sprang from his pants as he lowered them took my breath away. His cock, soft, was close to seven inches and punctuated by a 0-gauge PA ring! I had only been fucked by a pierced cock once before, and while I loved it, I couldn't help but feel some trepidation at the prospect of taking on such a thick piece of steel - especially when it was attached to a big piece of meat! My friend stripped as well, revealing a smaller cock, about six inches long and already hard. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room as I dropped to my knees and took Dad's cock into my mouth. I savored his musk mixed with the not-unpleasant taste of the metal ring. It clicked against my teeth as I dutifully worked his cock until it was rock-hard. The entire time, my eyes fixated on the small biohazard tattoo just below his navel. In some ways it almost felt like an out-of-body experience. After this, my life would never be the same. At last Dad was ready and ordered me onto the bed. He wanted me on my back, with my ass at the edge of the mattress. Propping my legs on either side of his smooth, muscular chest, I felt the tip of his cock find my hole and the pressure as he pushed his way inside. I gritted my teeth in pain as that big PA popped inside me, but after that it was nothing but pleasure as I felt his thickness filling me. We stayed like that for a moment as he allowed me to acclimate, then began to slowly move his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, over and over. I moaned loudly in pleasure and he took his cue. Grabbing my thighs and pressing them against his abdomen, he began ruthlessly pounding me. It felt amazing! I was in such a trance that I was only vaguely aware that I was gripping onto the bedsheets for all I was worth, and that my friend had pulled out a camera and was recording the moment for posterity. Dad hit my prostate several times, prompting a stream of precum to flow from my cock and down my balls to further ease his assault on my hole. His belly and my thighs met over and over, a loud smack! echoing throughout the room each time they did. Alas, all good things must come to an end. After a few minutes he looked me in the eyes. "You want this poz load?" he asked me. His face was twisted into a grin that I can only describe as malicious. "Give it to me," I panted. With that, he let out an animalistic howl as he stopped moving and I felt his cock dancing inside me. I squeezed tight around him to milk him of every drop. "Fuck yeah!" he said as he slowly eased his cock out of my hole. "Squeeze tight, I don't want you to lose a single drop." Squeeze tight I did, though I spied some blood on his cock as he pulled away. His piercing had done its job. "Here, Daddy," said my friend. "I want to taste it." He took Dad's cock in his mouth, sucking him clean. "Your turn, Junior," Dad said to him. "He's primed for another injection." My friend needed no further prompting. He grabbed my legs and pulled them against his chest. He held them there as he worked his hips from side to side, guiding himself inside me without using his hands. I felt his hard cock bump against first one cheek, then the other, before finding the warm, wet hole it was seeking. He slid in effortlessly, my gape combined with Dad's load and my precum and blood easing his entry. "Your second poz load of the day," Dad said approvingly. He had settled into the chair my friend had vacated. "You'll be incubating my poz babies before the day is over." His words barely registered. Junior's cock was just the right length and it bumped my prostate with every thrust. I felt the closest to cumming that I ever have while being fucked. "Mmmm, my turn to cum!" said Junior. I squeezed my hole around his shaft and felt the telltale pulses as he unloaded inside me too. He stayed still for a moment after his orgasm subsided, his cock still inside me, then sighed in pleasure before slowly pulling out. "Keep it tight," Dad warned. I did as I was told. This time, it was my turn to clean off the cock that had just pozzed me. I got on my knees, back against the bed, and took Junior in my mouth. As with Dad's cock before, I could taste metal, but this time I knew it was my own blood and not the metal of Dad's PA. I remained on my knees as they dressed, staring at nothing in disbelief. Had I really just allowed myself to take two poz loads? "Look," said Dad, "he has that same spaced-out look you had after I pozzed you." Junior laughed. "That moment of, 'what have I done?' It'll pass." "Yes, it will," Dad replied. "And he'll be begging for a repeat in no time." They left together, and the sound of the door shutting behind them broke my trance. Mindlessly I got dressed myself and turned in the room key before driving home. My underwear was soaked by the time I got there, but I didn't care. I flopped on my bed and fell fast asleep, not waking until the early hours of Friday morning. I decided in that moment that I was in no mental state to go to work, and sent my manager an email saying that I was going to take a sick day. After pressing 'Send', I logged back onto Twitter. There, front and center on Junior's page, was the video of my pozzing with the caption, "Welcome to the brotherhood." I watched the entire length to make sure that my face could not be seen. He had done an admirable job of angling the camera the entire time, and by the end I found my cock was rock hard. Despite it being three in the morning, I jacked off on the spot. Then I noticed that I had a new message. It was Junior: "Welcome to the brotherhood. Meet us at the same place, Sunday morning at 9 for Round 2." I didn't even need to think as I typed out my response. "I'll be there." And with that, I crawled into bed and slept the most soundly I have slept in years.

my first load ever, licked it clean after

Back to the boy When I walked in the front door of the house I was hoping my dad was not back. Wearing only a pink thong with cum dripping out the sides of my but plug would be hard to explain. To my shock not only was my father in the house, he was standing in front of the door wearing only a leather harness, boots, and a leather jockstrap that had the codpiece removed and the thick metal chain locked around his neck. I was in awe at his body. He was covered in hair and tattoos with his harness perfectly framing his huge pecs and nipples which were pierced with large thick crescent rings. His cock was in a small metal cage the had a lock going through the head of his penis. He casually asked “hi son how was your hookup?” As if it were a normal question. “Umm pretty good I guess” I responded “I’d say it looks like it” he said as he came up pushing his body against mine and reaching his fingers around to my hole. He brought the cum covered fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. “Hmm delicious, were you doing t son” he asked “Uh maybe” I responded still unsure of what to do “How’d you like it, me personally I love it, turns me into a total cumslut. Even more than normal” he said chuckling as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me into the living room. “Looks like you’re going to need a bigger plug to keep that load in son” he said pushing on my loose plug. “I thought I might have some old ones that would fit you but for now let’s get that load deep in you” he bent over the chest in front of the couch and I saw a massive plug in his hole. He pulled out two dildos. One maybe 20 inches long and thick and another about ten inches and a little less thick. He stuck them to the top of the chest and pulled out a pipe from a side table drawer. “You ever smoked before son” he asked to which I shook my head “It’s not that hard but I’ll shotgun your first few hits” he said as he held a lighter under the pipe till white clouds began to form. He inhaled them then came up to me and pushed his mouth to mine his thick beard scratching my face as his fat tongue invaded my mouth. He pushed the smoke into my lungs as we made out. “You like making out with your old man huh” he said as he pulled away. We repeated this until the pipe was empty making out longer and longer each time. “Alright now let’s get these loads deep in us” he said pulling out his massive butt plug and setting it down. He then lined the massive 20in dildo up with his hole and sat down taking almost the entire length in one go. “ cmon son it feels amazing” he moaned out “ just take it with all the meth you’ve done it’ll be easy” I pulled out my buttplug and pulled my thong to the side. As I felt the tip of the dildo on my hole a shock went through me and I pushed down. It felt amazing stretching me out. “Atta boy” my dad said while he rode his own dildo and turned on the tv. More porn came on but this time it was only two men. One huge god of a man and another smaller one that I realized was my father. “This here is the video of me losing my virginity son” he moaned out “ it was the start of my life” I was transfixed on the screen watching the human god fuck my dad. Waves of pleasure flowed through me but I soon realized I couldn’t take more then about seven inches “Looks like you reached your second hole son” my dad said between panted breaths. “I want more” I moaned out. “Oh I know sweetheart don’t worry daddy will help you” he said standing up in front of me his locked cock in my face. I licked out getting a drop of his precum on my tongue. He put his hands on my shoulders before pushing me down hard. I felt a jolt of pleasure as my ass hit the chest and I knew I took the dildo balls deep. As it broke through my second hole I shot a giant load into the front of my thong “Good job son” my dad said as he bent down to kiss me “Now you can’t stop now you gotta make sure none of the cum you got will slip out. Sluts like us can never waste a real man’s cum” dad said as he remounted his own dildo and continued to ride. After about 30 minutes he shot his load and it dribbled out of his cage. “Alright son I think that’s enough for tonight let’s get you to bed” he said as he pulled me off the dildo and walked me to my room. As he laid me in my bed he took my thong off and sucked my cum off it. “ I’ll be taking this now good night son” he said with a kiss to my forehead.

I sat in awe as my father walked up to master and began to kiss him. Master reached around during the kiss and finger fucked my dads hairy hole til he was moaning like a whore. After a minute master pushed him off and looked down at me. “Open your mouth slut it was a long drive and I need to piss.” He said removing his codpiece to expose a massive cock with a spiked PA and ampallang. His cock had to be seven inches soft. He began to piss in the direction of my mouth but most of it was spraying all over so I tried to move up to take his head into my mouth. “I didn’t say you could suck my cock faggot” he screamed kicking me to the ground as he continued to piss on me. “Lick it up” he yelled as I began to lick his piss from the floor. As I was doing so I heard sucking behind me and saw master throatfucking my father. After a few minutes master pulled out. “Please master he can wait I need you in me so badly it’s been too long since I’ve had your seed” my father begged. Master spit in his face before turning to me. I knew what was coming and presented my ass to him. His cock was now fully hard and nearing 12 inches. “Tell me what you want faggot” he said “Your cock master” I begged as I felt his hands around my waist “What kind of cock” he asked “Your poz cock master I want your poz cock” I begged as I felt his head on my hole “And what do you want my poz cock to do slut” “Get me pregnant with your strain and make me yours master” I screamed out as master plunged into my in one hard push. I felt my guts being torn apart and could do nothing about it. He was destroying my hole and I had no drugs to lessen the pain. “Oh I forgot to give u a bump” master said with a laugh “oh well I’ll just give u double before your next load how does that sound faggot” he said into my ear He continued to tear apart my hole for what felt like hours until he leaned down and asked me. “Do you want to be mine for the rest of your life” “Yes master” I cried out through the pain “Good boy” he moaned into my ear before fully pulling out the. Slamming back in and blowing his load inside my inner hole.

When I woke up I had a strange feeling of fullness. I felt my ass hole and realized that there was now a larger plug in it. I also noticed that my cock was now caged as well just like my dads. As I got out of bed to go to the bathroom I saw that the shower wouldn’t turn on. I decided to just get dressed only to find all of my clothes gone. I decided that after last night clothes weren’t really necessary and walked down to the kitchen naked. I saw my dad standing there nude as well wearing only the chain around his neck and his cage. “Good morning son” he said as he walked up and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I desperately sucked on his mouth until he pulled away. “How’d you like your cage” he said as he grabbed and shook my locked cock. “Looks like it fits right” “It feels nice” I said “Good do you want some breakfast” he said sliding a plate towards me. He also placed a glass half full with a clear liquid. “Now that I know your a druggie whore I don’t need to hide it in your food and water anymore, that’s GHB it’s why you’ve been extra slutty since you got here, drink up” daddy said. I should’ve been shocked but instead I just obediently drank down the foul tasting liquid. “Do you have any plans today son” daddy asked “None yet” I said feeling slightly dizzy from the drug “Good your step father gets home today and he wants to convert you as soon as possible so we’ll spend the day getting you ready.” “What do you mean convert me” I asked as dad led me to a door I’d never been through. “He’s going to give you HIV just like he did me” he said casually I stopped dead in my tracks “ you have hiv” I asked in shock “Yes of course I do, I’m a bottom slave just like you’ll be” he said “ it’s how master marks us as his.” He pushed me forward “But hiv is bad” I said “You’re a bottom slut aren’t you son” he said looking down into my eyes “I guess” “And last night you took some strangers load without any thought of protection” “Yeah” I said nervously “See sluts like us are bound to get hiv so you just have to ask would you rather get it from some stranger or from your family.” He said “My family I guess” “Exactly now you understand” he said happily as he continued to lead me into the basement. “Now we’ll spend the rest of the day getting you just how master likes, he’s really looking forward to meeting you.” Dad said “I’ve already been slipping you drugs to weaken your immune system so his seed will take easier now it’s just cosmetics we need to change” he said as we came into the basement. It was a large red and black room with several benches and what looked like hammocks. I saw at one end of the room was a man in a full leather bodysuit chained to a bench with two fucking machines going at his mouth and hole. “Who’s that” I asked “Oh just one of master’s pay pigs, some pathetic faggot who pays master to leave him chained up and humiliated.” Dad said with a hint of bitterness “Oh ok” I said as dad led me into a large bathroom. It had a large walk-in shower with three head and hoses, there were several cupboards but no toilets which I thought was weird. My dad leaned over into one of the cupboards and pulled out what looked like a lotion bottle. “Alright son this is the only part I can’t help you with, this is nair” he said “ master likes his slaves hairy but since your not his slave yet you need to be hairless, don’t worry it’s only temporary and once you test positive we’ll get you on steroids and your hair will grow back like crazy” he handed me the bottle and motioned me to the shower. I rubbed the nair all over and waited as it began to tingle. “Alright son that should be long enough rinse off now” my dad said as I turned on the shower heads. Once I was rinsed off my dad got into the with me and turned me around inspecting me for hair. “Good job son, you're totally hairless.” He said as he ripped my butt plug out of me to which I moaned in response. “Now normally master likes his sex dirty but so that his seed takes better we’ll need to clean you out” dad said as he picked up a hose and bent me over. He slowly inserted the hose into me before I felt the water begin to fill me. “Hold onto it son I’ll let you know when to release” he said as he pushed the hose deeper into me past my second hole. I could feel my stomach expanding and felt like I was about to pop when dad pulled the hose out and told me to release. After a few more times the water came out clear and daddy declared me clean. “Good job son now it’s time for the finishing touches.” He said as he reached into the cupboards and pulled out two bags that looked like IVs “ now master love bottoms with big balls and we love to make master happy don’t we son” I nodded obediently “Good now come over here” he said as he connected a needle to one of the bags “This is gonna hurt a bit but don’t worry it’s definitely worth it.” He said as he grabbed my balls and inserted the needle in. It hurt like hell but then had a strange feeling as the cold liquid began to flow in. Dad inserted a needle into his sack as well before explaining “ this is saline, it’s perfectly healthy and will go away in a few days.” He then pulled out some small suction cups and placed the on my nipples. “These will get your nipples nice and puffy” We wait for a while as I watched our sacks slowly inflated till they were pulled completely tight. “Good looks like we’re full, and just in time master should be home soon.” Dad said as he led me back upstairs. My giant balls made walking feel weird. Once we got to the door my father handed me a white lace thong that did little to cover my massive balls and told me to sit and wait. About an hour later the door opened and a god of a man walked inside. He was 6’6 at least and was dressed in tight chaps and a leather codpiece with large military boots. He wore only a leather vest that showed off his massive hairy and tattooed chest. His pecs were massive, even bigger than my fathers with bigger piercings to match. He had a giant septum piercing above his thick beard. His head was fully shave and shining. “It’s good to meet you son, you ready for the start of your new life.” Master said

People forget that sexual monogamy in a relationship is a made up church construct that has no basis in reality. This was done by the church as a means of control, tying the idea of being sexually faithful to the holy sacrament of marriage. Without this concept, there is no "cheating" in a relationship because sex isn't a part of the conversation. WHat religion essentially created is a relationship based on Jealousy of the Other, and not Love as it claims. Scientific research has demonstrated mamaals are not sexually monogamous, even paired ones. My husband and I are open. Sex is sport to us. It's what horny males do because we're horny males. The fact is, who I have sex with has no bearing on how much I love my partner, BUT the churhc has marketed sex and love are synonymous for so long, people accept it without question. Because we don't do sexual monogamy, there is no cloud of jealousy having over the relationship. When one of us goes someplace there's no nagging "is he seeing someone else behind my back?", "did he have sex with a guy on hos way home?" to it. We have no jealousy and can talk about our hookups like we talk about anything else. Having the monogamy thing a non-issue, lets us focus on each other and our relationship and emotional commitment to each other. It's a far healthier state of mind to live in. Many gays want to copy the hetrosexual relationship structure created by the church because that's al they know. However, there's a reason the divorce rate runs so high among the hetersexuals where "cheating" is involved: it's not normal and it's not natural. Further, the whole finding and loving "the one" thing the church and every rom-com known to man has pushed is mad eup as well. There's nothing that says you can't equally love more than one person and all have a relationship together. If my partner brought in another guy he really cared for and wanted to expand our relationship, I would welcome him with open arms (and legs00I'm a slut, what can I say?). So, don't limit yourself by trying to adhere to a structure the heterosexuals have already demonstrated doesn't really work. THatn's not to say it can't work for some people, but they are a minority. Hope this helps.

My body flinched as I felt the sharpness of his pointed finger nail scratching and scraping my ass lining. I moaned and whimpered at the pain as his finger dug deeper tearing me with every movement. After all his profile stated he guaranteed conversion no questions asked. It all started a couple of hours earlier, I had smoked a joint then gorged myself on pasta as the munchies kicked in. Still buzzing and very rampant I went on to the search for a fuck on line. Desperately needing to get laid, but there was very few guys nearby and I was ready to give up when all of a sudden he flashed up as 1 mile away. His picture showed a long dangly cock with low hangers, guessing it must have been around eight inches with a big head that the foreskin rolled back neatly over. His body looked ravaged and skinny, his information showed he was a 50 year old five foot ten inches top poz guy who enjoys bareback sex and looking for slutty twinks to knock up. At 19 years old I found the whole thing quite disturbing but fascinating, nasty but tasty, disgusting but desirable, my head was still buzzing and the mixed feelings drove me replying. I typed slowly but carefully... 19 year old bottom, five feet eight inches, trim build and in need of a good fucking. So here we are, me sat on his bed smoking a joint with him as he strips naked, I couldn't help but notice the biohazard tattoo framing his left nipple. He moved towards me and started undressing me, I relaxed as the joint started to hit and the familiar buzz feeling shrouded my senses. Asking if I was neg my head nodded and he smirked telling me he needs a young neg twink to carry his legacy and I would do perfectly to knock up. My cock hardened as he put his arms around me and moved in to kiss me. I responded like a trooper devouring his mouth an tongue with the eagerness to move things along. He stroked my back as I felt a sharp scratching from my neck tracing all the way down my spine, my body wriggled to move away but he laughed and told me if I felt that nail scratch down my back wait until it rips your ass lining preparing you to receive my toxic seed and make you mine. I found myself trying to swallow his tongue as he kissed me harder and slowly edging me backwards until I fell on to the bed. His legs moved under mine pushing them up and exposing my hole, his hand slowly working down my body, passing my cock and balls he scratched at the ring of my hole. Slightly tickling me my legs moved further up and I let out a cry of pain as he jabbed his finger into my hole. I grabbed his arm to stop him but he gave a sharp twist of his wrist as searing pain erupted in my arse as he tore away at my ass lining opening up wounds that would provide easy access for his virus. I moaned and whimpered as the pain continued from his relentless scratching and scraping. He pulled his finger out and I could see it was coated in my blood as he sucked and licked his finger clean. He moved in closer and positioned his legs so that mine were hooked up around him. The fog was starting to clear and I realised what I was doing, he leaned over me a lit up the joint clamped his mouth over mine, he pinched my nose shut and forced me to breath in drug that would ease my conversion. He held me like this for nearly a minute and when he released me I was floating and in my own world. I groaned loudly as he pushed the head of his cock in to my ass, the blood was causing friction which he continued to push past. The pain was excruciating and I pushed with my hands against his breasts, quickly my hands were pushed over my head and held in position as he pushed the last few inches deep in to my ass followed by several hard thrusts. My head rolled from side to side and my back arched in pain and pleasure. Slow deep thrusts were erupting from his hips, every forward thrust was followed by his balls slapping against my ass. He told me I was probably already converted by his pre cum alone he he continued slowly fucking me. The pain was almost gone as my ass was now lubed by his pre cum. His legs moved closer to me as he lodged his cock deep up to his balls, his hips providing all the momentum he needed. I could feel his balls hitting me in quick succession, he let out a moan as he continued on his legacy quest. He stared directly in to my eyes smiling as he continued, each thrust was met with gasping and begging for him to fuck me harder. Sweat dripped from his chest on to mine and I felt his hands tighten their grip on my arms, still looking deeply in to my eyes he let out a load long grunt "Fuck boy, I'm gonna fucking own you.". He jolted forward pushing his hips harder against me, I cried out as I felt his cock stiffen even more and his ball sacked contracted up. A second hard jolt as I felt a warm stream of his toxic seed flooding my torn ass. I felt a stinging sensation as the wounds inflicted were deep enough to trap his seed. I struggled to free myself but his grip was held tight, never loosing eye contact he jolted forward again as another stream of seed erupted in to my ass. I was panting through excitement as another jolt pushed me up the bed and he collapsed on top of me breathing hard. It took several minutes for both of us to calm down, his cock slipped out of my now well lubricated ass, he rolled on to his back as I caught a glimpse of his blood streaked cock. I got up off the bed and dressed myself and left his apartment. By the time I got home there was a message from him "Part of me is part of you forever.".

So, from the OP, I am reading between the lines that the bartender in question is a racist, and does the tip up on racial groups he wants to feel superior to. FUCK HIM !! As a gay man, he should be overly sensitive to what discrimination is like, to practice it upon another gay man is shit, but also a reflection of his character. You absolutely should approach the bar OWNER, and lay it out to him that you are not happy being treated like that in a business that is for the gay community and supposedly a safe place. Based then on the owners reaction, you can accept his reply, whatever it may be, and have to keep avoiding the bar on days that douche is working ( but why should you have to??) if he does nothing. If he fires the guy, then you can go whenever you want, but is this guy like the alpha bartender- or do the other guys hate him? If he was the alpha, I would stick to bottled beers for a while, and avoid the chance of half pour shots when buying a cocktail. And if they all hated the guy ( he likely was not just a douche to certain customers; but to his co-workers as well) you might be the hero of the month, with some even showing their appreciation with a free drink or an after the bar closes hook up lol But no matter- let the owner know. If they call you the problem, then do you really want to support that business? If it means not going back to that bar, so be it. But spread the word to friends and fucks you know about what the deal is in that bar-

Fellow American here. Normal tip is 18-20%, possibly slightly more at a bar if it's only 1 or 2 drinks (because the amounts are small). If the bartender were to, er, "adjust" the price of the drinks arbitrarily? Sudden EVAPORATION of the tip. Seriously. Alcohol is ALREADY an enormous markup item with a GIANT profit margin. Most restaurants make their real money on the bar tab. This is common knowledge. Bartender dude is apparently not only an asshole but a stupid one (or at least arrogant enough to believe that everyone else is completely ignorant).

**This is fiction and don't support for real non-consensual fun.** I am a 26yo white cub bottom. I have been trying to expand my kinky side and try more things. I always play safe even if the guy has a recent clean test. I just don't want to get anything that might scare off my future husband. Well I started to chat with guys online and none were ever local. I had a few I got into wild chats with going into chems, stealth breeding, bondage, blindfolds and forced sex. One guy I chatted with on and off for almost a year happened to be in a city I was traveling to for work. He said I should stay for the weekend. I agreed and said we could get kinky but safe sex would be required. He said sure but he may slip in bare for a couple first pumps for us both can feel each other and then he'll wrap it. So that week came and I told work that I am staying and will find my own way home to visit family while there. They were ok with it and said if I needed a 3day weekend I can take it. I accepted. So Friday after the last meeting I checked out of the nice hotel my job got me and moved to a sleazy hotel as per the guy suggested. I left my stuff in the car and locked a set of clothes and my keys in its lock box. I did buy a cleaning kit to make sure I was ready. I messaged him when I was ready. He told me to have my door unlatched and be blindfolded. I obeyed and a few minutes later I heard the door open. He pushed me back onto the bed and I felt him grab my limbs and tied me up. "Open that mouth faggot." He barked. The second I did he rammed his cock into my mouth. It had a nasty sour taste. "Don't miss a drop boy or you'll regret it." He told me as he started to piss in my mouth. His piss tasted even worse. The second he was done I felt his cock start growing. He said he was about 8 inches uncut but much thicker than I thought it would be. He pulls out and then gags me. I feel him rubbing my ass and then hole. I moaned like a slut. Then he forces a finger in dry. It hurts and I whimper. He just chuckles as he pushes in deeper. He isn't gentle and it hurts some. Feels almost like he had sand on his fingers. "To help you relax and really enjoy this. Just like we chatted." He said with a voice you can tell he had an evil smile with. Then he forced something in me with his fingers. It burned as it went in me. I didn't realize at the time that it was large booty bumps he shoved into me. After a bit of moaning I heard a knock on the door. "First of many have arrived. I hope you're ready. If not too bad." He chuckled as he got up. I wanted to resist but my head was so high I couldn't think. I heard some voices followed by hands. "Is he ready for this? I know you said he wanted this badly and fuck it looks like it." A deep voice spoke. "Yeah he wanted every drop and inch. He loves acting like he doesn't want it but left it to me who fucks him and the what extent." My friend told this stranger. This was not what we agreed to. "Well I was about to be the first in him but if you want to go first you can." My friend offered. "Nah, let you take a go and I want him slammed first. I'll get it ready." The stranger said. Then he spoke to someone else about get the stuff out. The bed moved and then I felt something big press against my hole. With the little bit of his pre and what ass juice my hole made he pushed in hard. My hole burned and while in my head I was screaming but in real life I was letting out a weird moan. He was tearing me apart and was loving it. He was to use lube and wear a condom but was in me dry and raw. Finally the pain was subsiding and then I felt a warmth in me. He was cumming in me. Fuck. With his cock still in me and hard I feel my arm grabbed. A needle is forced in and then I couldn't help but cough. The guy in me loved it as I coughed. Each time my hole tightened some. "Fuck yeah faggot. Your first toxic load of many. The next one will be even more fun." He laughed as he pulled out. Part 2 coming.

It was Good Friday so the guys were coming to our house instead of our regular coffee shop. I was desperately hoping Stew would be joining us this week. He normally works so can't join us mid afternoon. His husband rarely misses. Although his husband is much older and very pot bellied Stew is a Greek God . He works out 7 days a week. He's tall, slim, beautifully muscled, has very artistic tattoos of his former cats on his shoulders and the crest for 'Queen' on his back. Freddy Mercury is his idol. Stew has silky long white hair, usually in a bun and a closely cropped white beard framing his handsome smiling face. He's a sweetheart and the only thing average about him is his 6 inch cock. That said, he gives an above average fuck. The first time we hooked up Stew and his husband had me over to their place. They are Portuguese and Brazilian so any visit starts with good booze and something to eat. These formalities for hospitality out of the way we went up to their bedroom. It was pretty clear they didn't entertain like this often as they fussed and argued about what the neighbors might see and how many blinds to close. That settled we began to make out and help each other out of our clothes. Soon we were all naked and sucking each other hard. Stew and I had been 69ing when I swung around and straddled his torso so we could share some great pre cum passionate kisses. I began to realize the husband was standing beside the bed. I looked back to see he was manhandling Stew erection. In fact guiding it to my ass. I pushed back as the husband guided the raw cock into my hole. I was both delighted and amazed as nothing had been talked about ahead of time. In the back of my mind I had been stewing about when the best time to declare my 'raw is law' stance to sex. I hadn't needed to worry. I was now riding this Greek God in front of his husband bareback! I was extatic! The fuck didn't last long because Stew was soon unloading deep in my ass as I spontaneously orgasmed and sprayed cum on Stew’s strong chest, jaw, and the headboard of the bed. Stew then watched as I bent over the side of the bed to take his husband's raw cock and breeding. The only other time I got to play with them together was at a naked dance in a nearby city. They had taken me along with them. One of the organizers, a handsome mid-thirty’s cub clad in a jock strap and leather harness had come over to welcome me as a new comer. After a passionate deep tounge kiss I had bent over, released, and sucked his 8 hard inches down my throat. One of his fingers quickly found and entered my prelubed hole. I soon stood, turned and offered my ass to his magnificent cock. By this point Stew pulled me into an embrace and deep kiss. We were still kissing when the host fired his load deep into my ass. Stew quickly moved in behind me and soon I was receiving another breeding in the middle of the dance floor. My exhibitionist soul was in heaven. Two of the sexiest guys present had just used and bred me on the dance floor for all to see. I moved to the side and sucked down my next load from a cute young enthusiastic guy. As I moved away from that encounter Stew’s husband danced up behind me, worked his raw cock into my sloppy hole and was soon adding his DNA to the soup in my anal cavity. Beyond that Stew would come out on the bay with me in the boat. We'd fuck out in the sun. Eventually he'd breed me and we'd skinny dip to cool off and clean up. As two couples we frequently socialized. Being in close proximity to Stew made me hornier every time. Especially when we couldn't do what we most enjoy to do with each other. We had chatted a few times after some of these frustrating experiences and both agreed we needed to find a way to sneak off and fuck. Maybe this Good Friday would be our chance. You may wonder why I'm calling this cheating as my hubby and I have an open relationship. In fact I'm pretty sure my man knows I have sex with Stew. We are 'don't ask don't tell' but he's not stupid, he knows. Further, I had had the odd guy into our house to fuck and breed me in our bed. Just never when he was in town. Again no rules had been laid down, I just didn't want to rub hubby's face in my dalliances. But I couldn’t stand it any longer. If Stew was coming I knew I wanted anted, no needed, to have sex with him. I really didn't have time to clean out; besides, why go to all that bother, get my hopes up, and then not have him show. At the designated time the first of our guests appeared and I busied myself preparing drinks and appies. More guests arrived and I lost myself in the socializing and party and found I'd given up hope of Stew and partner coming. Then I noticed their car pull up. As I saw this beautiful man step out of their car I got rock hard instantly. I made sure I was at the door to greet them with warm hugs and kisses. Stew’s husband had food to add to our offerings and headed to the kitchen after I took his coat. I knew my hubby was in the kitchen and they would be tied up together for a while organizing food to serve. The rest of our guests were happily ensconced in chatter. This was my chance. When I was sure no one was looking I took Stew by the hand and led him down the stairs. I pulled him into our downstairs onsuit bathroom, closed the door, embraced him and planted a huge kiss on his lips. When we broke the kiss he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He was already loosening his belt and opening his fly. I whispered; " We have to be quick. " and I started to crouch planning to suck him off. He caught me by the arm and with his thick Brazilian accent and broken English said, "No, I fuck you. " "But I'm not sure I'm clean" I whispered back. "You not want me fuck you?" "Of course I do." "Then I fuck you, shhhhh" He hushed me. I leaned over the sink vanity and grabbed Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet. He greased my hole and his pole. He wasted no time in breaching my entrance and I involuntarily gasped and groaned quite loudly. One of his hands moved to cover my mouth. His mouth moved in to my ear and my skin crawled as he hushed me, "shhhhh". Then it was as if to contradict himself he began slapping into my ass with full fuck force. I wasn't sure his hand could muffle my moans and gasps enough. I soon lost the desire to care. My sex God's raw cock was right where I needed it. Through the mirror I could see his beautiful face nibbling at my neck and ear. I thought, 'God, how did I get so lucky?' He stopped pounding just for a moment to pull off his shirt and release the knot of his hair. I couldn't take my eyes off his powerful tattooed shoulders and beautiful long swaying locks. His smiling eyes met mine through the mirror and held me. "I love you. " He mouthed. "I love fuck you." "Oh yeah, fuckin breed me!" I was totally out of control. Five more pounding slaps and he was roaring with laughter as he flooded my guts. I quickly spun and dropped to aggressively clean his cock with my mouth. My ass juices and his cum tasted like the sweetest nectar. He practically screamed pushing my head away, "No, too much, stop." It was my turn to hush as I pointed upstairs. "Shhhhhh". When we started to regroup and pull our clothes back up and on we realized he had accidentally tossed his shirt in the toilet in the heat of the moment. He gingerly held the dripping mess over the toilet bowl. I took it from him and placed it in the sink. I then led him to my closet and pulled out my white flowery see through shirt. I knew it would show off his sexy body and gorgeous tattoos. He kept smiling and pulled it on. He reached to align a button with a hole and then shook his head leaving the shirt open so it framed his washboard abbs. He grabbed my ratiest torn jeans and my mesh vest and insisted I change into them. I asked if he was crazy. He just grinned impishly and said "Yeah ". The jeans were my favorite. They were covered in frade material and rips including around the back and over the front pockets. They were definitely not presentable to wear in public. But they made me feel so exposed and sexy. I followed Stew’s lead and didn't button the vest. At the bottom of the stairs he ran his hand through the thick hair on my chest. "I like!" He crooned. We shared a passionate kiss and then made our way up to return to the party. Some people seemed to barely notice we had been away. His husband seductively approached me as he emerged from the kitchen . He kissed me on the lips, hugged me, and slid a hand down to cup my ass cheek. One of his fingers found a hole in the denim and easily snaked it's way over and into my wet hole. He pulled it out and presented it to my lips. I licked it off and quietly said. "The best!" We shared another kiss and I moved to the couch to sit beside Stew. Stew’s finger found the frayed hole beside my fly, snaked inside and stroked my growing hard on. My husband came into the room and pretended not to see. Everyone seemed to be in a great mood and the laughing and banter carried on for the next while seemly oblivious of Stew’s finger messaging my cock through my frade jeans. Then a friend leaned into my ear and whispered. "You and I could slip down and I could give more than a finger to your needy cock, slut. " This didn't desuade Stew one bit as he grabbed hold of my raging hard on and moved up to kiss my friend all in one motion. I was now afraid I was going to ejaculate there and then in the middle of our house party. I excused myself and made my way towards the basement stairs. As I fled I noticed the hole beside the fly of my jeans had ripped larger and the shiny head of my erection was poking out. Stew’s husband was behind me and followed me down the stairs and directly into our bedroom. He was quickly embracing me from behind. " My turn, my sweet " he cruned with his sexy Portuguese accent. I just dropped my pants and bent over the edge of the bed. He slid his raw cock into me and I could feel his big hairy belly resting on my back. Like the first time it only took a few pumps before he was unloading deep into my gut. I tossed my ripped jeans aside and pulled on a pair of baggy shorts. We went back up to join the party but people were grabbing their coats and heading out. My husband was being the perfect host helping people on with their coats and hugging them as they headed out to the street. One of our sexiest bear friends emerged from the upstairs bathroom at this point. He beelined directly to me, leaned into my ear and said. "I've always wanted to sneak you down there. Let's go." His cock was out before we got to the bedroom. "So, how do you want this, 'cause I know you want this. " He said with great confidence. When I turned my back to him he saw the wet spot on the ass of my shorts. "Oh, okay!" with surprise in his voice, "I've wanted to breed your ass for a long time. Guess it's my lucky day. " I was bent over the bed and he was railing my slutty ass in no time. His coke can thick 9 inches were ripping me appart and giving too much pleasure for me to even think to stifle my cries of pain and delight. Soon I was on my back and his hairy sweaty body was driving into me missionary. With horror I saw my husband enter the bedroom and sit on the bed beside me. Very calmly he said, "Don't mind me boys. I'm just here to watch." Our bear friend spoke next with a bit of a gasp in his increasingly laboured breathing, "You sure. " "Bareback eh? I always knew he was a slut. I suspected this but now I know. Breed my husband for me, it appears he can't get enough. " His words weren't out of his mouth and the bear was pumping my cum filled gut to overflowing. When our bear friend had showered and left we heated up some leftovers for dinner. I finally screwed up my courage to speak, "I'm sorry you saw that. I've tried to be discreet. " "Hell, no need to apologize. I've told you it doesn't bother me to know you are out having sex with guys. I suspected it but now I know you play bareback. Just with guys you know? Or ...?" "Or? Yeah, anybody. Anybody that wants my ass gets it raw. God, I love cum in my ass. " "Apparently. Do you check that they are safe?" Apologetically I responded; "Sorry. I never bother. I'm already poz and undetectable. And I just need their cum." "Well I don't like it; but, it's your body. And since we don't have sex. I'm safe. Did Stew and his husband also breed you this afternoon? I saw you took them downstairs. " "I thought we were don't ask don't tell. " I queried. "I'm not mad. Just curious. " "In that case, yeah. They both bred me." "Good. I like those guys. I was pretty sure what you and Stew get up to on the boat. I'm surprised you let his husband fuck you, but good for you. Good for him. Was it fun to sneak off? You know we could all hear you. " "Fuck, sorry. " "Was it fun?" I was blushing; "Yeah, it was fuckin awesome." "Good. Now do you want dessert, or do you need more cum in your ass?" "Fuuccckkk. Always more cum." "It's a nice evening. I'll do the dishes. Isn't there a cruising woods near here? I'm sure they will be interested in your prelubed hole. Go on, get out of here. " "Are you sure?" I asked skeptically. "No, so you better get going before I change my mind. " He smiled. I went to the woods. It was getting dark. There were lots of guys around. I found a good solid tree, stripped , leaned against the tree and offered my ass to any and all takers. I lost track of the number of raw cocks that probed my hairy dripping hole and soon there was a steady stream of strangers cum running down the back of my legs. About two a.m. I found my way home. Hubby had gone to bed. There was a light on in the kitchen. The medicated shampoo bottle was on the counter with a note. "Use this, with all your hair you might have picked up crabs and I don't want those again. Then get your naked body into bed with me. " I was exhausted but did as instructed I tried not to wake him as I crawled in and curled up on my side of the bed. He moved over and spooned me with his naked body. Sleepily he asked, "Did you have fun?" One of his fingers had found my hole, intruded and was then offered to my mouth. This was the most sexual we had been with each other in years!

My husband and I have been together 23 years in an open relationship. We met while cheating on our current partners. In the end we both acknowledge that it was miserable cheating and lying so we decided for us it was best to have an open relationship. Somehow, by being open the jealously faded away. We pretty much have a don't ask but do Tell! My husband is a bit of a voyeur and loves to watch me fuck other guys. Or at least hear the details afterwards. We also found this really helpful because my husband is so into his career that I was often alone on the weekends. He encouraged me to go fuck around to help my mood. It really helped. I got laid. He got to work (his passion) and he got a story later. About 12 years ago a young guy came over and I was fucking upstairs while my husband was cooking dinner and we fed the boy and he stayed. Now we're in a triad. It's been the best thing ever. The two of them do things together (both sexually and in general) and I do separate hobbies with the boy. And I am really surprised that there hasn't been jealously. The boy and I attend a regular monthly sex party together. He gets to watch me fuck other guys. I look to the other part of the dungeon and he is seated in a rim chair getting eaten out having a great time. So it all works. The other thing about the open relationship that has been a real positive for us is that we are each allowed to express our own sexual interests without shame. The type of guys my husband and our boy like are sometimes different. We each enjoy some different fetishes. While we will sometimes all partake in the same fetish it allows each of us to explore deeper on our own again without judgement or shame. Sometimes even at the same sex group event. Another memory just came back was one time we were visiting a friend in another state. My husband said he would really like the opportunity to make love with our host. He asked in advance and said it was something he really wanted to do. So the 3 of us had sex and then I moved to sleep in the guest room. In a little while I heard through the wall that they were fucking again. In the morning they said they had a great mutual time. Both my husband I have come to realize that we can have open sex and feelings for other guys but still be committed to each other. We never schedule a time to have sex with others that would take time when we could be together. We still maintain our long term goals together, we still share financial goals together, etc. Works well for us.

If the guy's that much of an asshole make sure that not only do YOU not tip him but tip other people off to the fact that he does that with proof if possible and get THEM to not tip him either. Or better yet see if you can get others to avoid being there when he's there. Sure, the chance that it would do anything other than cost him tip money is small but it's worth it.

Because of the 70 who signed up on BBRT: 20 Have a sick pet that needs to be taken to the vet urgently 12 Have an elderly relative that needs help 15 Have a sudden cold / food poisoning/ tummy bug / other illness 10 Had a flat battery on their phone and left their charger at home 7 Had a water leak or other domestic emergency 3 Partied too much and now can't get hard 2 Turned up but fancy the guy in the room up the corridor more. 1 Guy who's only up for proving he's more of a bottom than you are. (Maybe I'm just too jaded and cynical for this anymore 😜)

Mike woke up the next morning with his head splitting making his way to the bathroom then the kitchen needing coffee. As he sipped his first cup he heard a muted “ding” from the headphones on his desk and went to check it out. Plopping down in his chair he caught sight of his own profile groaning as he read what had seemed so sensible last night. He was about to delete the entire thing when another ding made him look up. He had 97 messages in his inbox. Groaning again he opened it and scanned them. Almost every one started with “I’m not this but…” listing the criteria they didn’t match but wanting to try anyway. Towards the bottom he saw one saying “I’m 19, a virgin and you look and sound perfect!” Snorting Mike opened the profile of the sender. One picture of a very nice body taken in a hotel bathroom mirror the flash blanking out the face but a nice rounded ass peaking above the counter Stats 5 foot 8 19 years old brown/brown neg and that was it. Just for fun Mike replied “Nice but how do I know that is really you?” then deleted all the messages and set his profile to private to hide it. Before he could stand up a reply came back “Oh wow! You replied! I’m at the pool. Let me get back to my room and I will send you more pictures!” and after a quick trip back to the kitchen for more coffee and some toast he sat back down to the site’s app flashing “Video call incoming." Making sure his camera was off he hit Open call. The window popped up showing a young man sitting on the edge of a bed from the neck down “hey there, I’m Mike” he said to let him know he was watching “Hey! I’m Jeff!” the reply came then he stood up, turned and lowered the back of his shorts a few inches, teasing that ass. “See it is me. Now, how do I know it’s really you? Fair is fair.” Laughing Mike turned on his camera also not showing his face but showing his chest with the same tattoos then standing to grip his cock through his shorts letting the fabric bulge around his cock “Yep it’s you” He heard Jeff giggle as he sat back down. “Your profile is the hottest thing I have ever seen” Jeff said, sitting back on the bed. Mike flushed “I was drunk when I wrote that I got dumped yesterday and I was not in my right mind” “What Idiot would dump you?” Jeff shot back “But you must want those things on some level if you wrote them I would marry you today” “Probably on some level and you are a sweet kid” Mike agreed The conversation went on all day Mike telling about his tattoo business and life even a little about his Ex. Jeff saying he was a virgin but since he could find porn he had been drawn to stories of BD/SM in various forms. How he had never thought about being pozzed but the idea was making him hard as a rock. How he had promised his parents he would not have sex till he was married that last part said with a bit of an ironic smirk in his voice “You live in Las Vegas don’t you? I’s on your profile” “Yeah” Mike said. “I’m actually going to be there tomorrow for a month or so” “Cool, I will be working tomorrow” They talked about movies and music Jeff asking his opinion on various celebrities “What do you think of Billy Clay”? Jeff asked “I would fuck him till he couldn’t stand up then fuck him again, then again” Mike laughed Billy Clay was a pop star who had gone from posting on Youtube to having 4 number one hits before he was 18. Now he was working on an album and had filmed a movie set to be released during the holidays. He was gorgeous. Jeff mentioned a few more celebrities then said he had a flight to catch in the morning. They exchanged numbers and logged out.

Pt 2 Colton then moved off my penetrating probing tongue, and said go wash up Jonas, I will see if I can contact some of my hung mates and spice things up a bit. On your way to the shower grab a bottle of water and gulp it down, we need to stay hydrated. I didn’t hesitate and replied ‘cool’ as I headed to the bathroom. I gulped down the chilled water in seconds. This hook up was just getting better and better! I stood under the jets of hot water and just soaked up the pleasure that each little stream was giving my drug sensitised pores… I washed myself from head to toe, lathering up with the Nivea men’s body wash in the shower recess. I thoroughly rinsed off, and removed the shower rose and used the hose to fully rinse out…then some of the lube off the shelf and a conveniently placed long toy to fuck myself for a bit, then douched again for good measure. I once again stood under the jets of hot water and gave myself a really good rinse. I was squeaky clean all over, and the heat of the shower was making my veins pop out nicely. Just looking at my nice plump veins made my soft cock stir and my hole twitch involuntarily. The expectation of another slam entering my primed-up veins was getting me excited and curious as to what Colton had planned next. I towelled myself dry with the thick plush towel supplied, and loved the sensation on my skin. I was so wired that every pore on my body was lustfully excited just with the mere touch of the soft towel. Once I was fully dry, I left the towel in the bathroom area and walked back into the playroom. I grabbed and then quickly gulped down another bottle of water on my way into the playroom. Colton was nowhere to be seen. On the wall in the playroom there was a whiteboard, and he had written instructions to me on the board. It said to go over to the sling. Next to the sling is a stand with several items on it. Take the blue Viagra pill, the other pill which is MDMA, and swallow them with the drink set out for you in the glass which also contains G. Then grab the blindfold and get into the sling. Lay back and place your feet into the sling stirrups, and then attach the blindfold. I will be there momentarily. I followed all the instructions on the board to the letter. As I completed the last task of attaching the blindfold, I could hear voices approaching. The G was so good it was already starting to kick in. I began slightly squirming around in the sling, and heard Colton close now, saying see, I told you he is a pig, ripe for us to own. I heard at least two other voices chime in and say right on, and cool man… As I was going into a G haze, I felt my cock starting to grow and could hear their voices in the background. The sounded almost muffled, but I could hear every word like it was in slow motion. Colton was saying you boys slam up, and I will give Jonas here another decent hit. He took a slam first, then I gave him a .3 booty bump which I inserted on the end of a toy... getting it deep inside the slut. I’ll hit him with another .3 but in a slam. I will drop the head of the sling down a bit so you boys can have at him each end, while I film this onto livestream, cool? Both the guys said ‘Cool’ back in unison. Colton said BTW boys, yours are both .3’s, I know you are such horned up tops and I love the way you both get rock hard on a big hit. Jonas is going to get the fucking of his life…oh yeah, there’s also some nice fresh strong poppers in the inhaler mask for him if you want to tweak him up some more just hold the mask over his face whenever you want, and there’s some on a stand each side for you guys next to the bottles of lube… shall we begin the owning of this amazing slut hole?

I (54) have an open relationship with my boy, Drew (23). Our relationship is purely physical. We’re both horny 24/7. We don’t get jealous. If I come home to find another Daddy nutting in Drew’s ass I watch until he’s shot his load then I fuck my load up Drew’s wet hole. Same goes if I’m fucking one of Drew’s mates, he will join in. We share a bed and yeah, I breed him most days but we also group fuck at least once a week. I love watching other men breed Drew's ass.

— Chris (dad) flashback I had always been a good Christian man, I waited till marriage, treated my son and wife well and made sure to go to church every day. That’s where I met Andrew. Andrew was a huge man, probably around 6’2 with a well muscled body, not of a body builder but more like someone who had done a lot of physical labor. He had his ears pierced and what looked like the holes for septum and lip piercings as well. He had tattoos on his hands and neck which lead me to assume that he had them all over his body. His type weren’t unheard of at the church, convicts who had found the lord in prison or the like. I was not given any details, but my priest asked me to help him adjust to the church and community. We first met over lunch where he told me that he was from New York. At some point we got onto the topic of his muscles. He offered to show me the ropes at the gym because I was on the scrawny side. When I saw him at the gym the next morning I was struck. He was wearing only a tight white tank top and running shorts. His body was covered in hair and tattoos and I could see his huge bulge. “Hey there chris you alright buddy” he asked “Yeah fine” I said shaking myself “Well let’s get to work then” he said slapping my ass as we walked inside the gym. Two hours later I was exhausted. “Wow I didn’t know I could be so tired” I said “Yeah I like to get nice and sore before work every morning” Andrew responded We were making our way over to the locker room when I saw that they were closed with an out of order sign. “Damn guess I’m gonna have to shower at home” Andrew said “Shit I don’t have time to go home and shower before work” I added “You’re welcome to come shower at mine Chris” Andrew responded “That would be great” As I walked into Andrew’s apartment I realized it was a lot nicer than I thought. I guess I had assumed he would live somewhere trashy but his apartment looked newly made and decorated. “Fuck” Andrew groaned taking off his sweaty tank top. “ I’ve only got one shower so I hope you don’t mind doubling up, don’t worry it’s plenty big” “Oh ok” I said as he pulled off his shorts revealing an overfull dirty jockstrap. “I’m gonna grab some water you go get it started, it’s just through the bedroom” Andrew said as he walked to the fridge I went through his bedroom into the bathroom and was surprised to find a full walk in shower with several shower heads and attachments. I nervously striped as I thought about all the other times I’d been naked with other guys. It had never phased me before, why now. After I pulled the last of my clothes off I was reminded why I was nervous as Andrew came into the bathroom. I realized that both of his nipples were pierced with large thick crescents. He smirked at me as he pulled off his jockstrap revealing a 7 inch flaccid cock with a giant piercing. It was resting on equally huge balls that swung as he walked. “You like what you see Chris” Andrew said as he grabbed my rock hard 7 inch cock “ha look you hard is the same as me soft, though I’m still thicker” “Um no im not gay” I stuttered out “Sure you aren’t” Andrew said as he bent down invading my mouth with his tongue. At the same time he slid one of his fingers into my asshole. I had never felt like this and began moaning into Andrew’s mouth as he pulled away. “Get in the shower now whore” he ordered to which I mindlessly followed “Bend over” he said as he pushed me down so my head was against the wall of the shower. “Now I’m going to clean you out, hold until I tell you to let go” Andrew said as he inserted something I couldn’t see into my hole. I felt a sudden pressure and fullness as my stomach began to fill. Andrew pulled the nozzle out of me and began pushing on my hairy gut. As he pushed I couldn’t help myself and let go releasing all the water. “I didn’t say let go faggot!” He screamed as he grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. I was hit with a shocking pain but all I could do was moan. “ oh do you like that slut” Andrew said as he guided me out of the shower. Once we were out he pushed me to my knees where I was met face to face with his massive cock. It had grown to about 9 inches and still was only semi hard. “I think you know what to do," he said as his piercing touched my lips.

Arriving and next day the adventure stared First day (10 March) So, this is my first US trip’s sex diary I try to share with you all the details but in terms of tourist adventures and also of sex adventures it was a real flow experience. I arrived at the states on Saturday late night and I was so exhausted because of the long flight that I fall asleep soon. Even though I wanted to start my sex journey. I spent 15 days there, and there was only one day when I didn’t have sex and only two days when I had only one. Sunday I accommodated myself in my apartment (Little Havana, Miami) and started to hunt. I bought US esim, so finally I could join sinffies. I must tell that sniffies is the best application I have ever had. I set it showing I was hosting and validated my location. After some pointless conversation a early forties poz guy full of tattoos and piercings texted me saying he wanted to fuck with me back and forth. I had to wait for them almost an hour and I was sure that he would disappear but he appeared. We didn’t waste our time, he was on his fourth soon and my tongue was deep in his hole. He turned back after a while and gave me a blowjob. It’s needless to say I wanted more. So I pushed back him onto his back. He understood, so he grabbed his legs and spread them. I pushed my cock deep inside and started to rail him. He asked me to be slower. Honestly I started to feel bored after ten minutes, I needed a raw fuck. So I became aggressive again. He was moaning loudly asking me to stop. I pulled my tool out. I saw something in his eyes, which told me he was ready for revenge. Within a catch eye he positioned himself behind me and tossed me onto my stomach on the bed. He didn’t wait a second he was in me and gave it back. Haha, maybe he didn’t know, I love to be railed and destroying my hole just gave more pleasure. He fucked me for a while when he said: Sorry couldn’t cum but please breed me. I am a polite guest in a foreign country where I am hosted, so if anyone local ask me, I must accomplish it. I ordered him on his four and without any hesitation I pushed my cock inside him and started to fuck him aggressively again. Then both of us were moaning loudly. I yelled at him to beg for my load and repeatedly said he wanted me to breed him. And then my cock exploded. He jerked his cock like a crazy and started to come so quickly that I couldn’t jump on it. But I had enough time to get it and swallow the majority of his seed. He left soon and I headed to find something for lunch. My work (originally I visited the US because of business) started only in the evening, so I was ready for an afternoon adventure. Go back to sniffies. Some conversations again when I found superhot 50 years old latino daddy. Silver beard, hairy chest, well-toned shape, bubble butt. He also had nice thick and huge cock but unfortunately he was only bottom. On the other hand he was looking for a fister. Here I am. I not only love to fist but I am a well-experienced fister and according to the feedbacks I don’t do it wrong. I call a Lyft and was there within 30 minutes. He stayed a fancy apartment house, where only the residents could enter except one of them call the receptionist to let the visitor in. So, it was a bit difficult to reach him but when I did an amazing adventure started. He was totally submissive, however he continuously drove me. Which is especially important regarding fistfuck. Fistfuck is an extreme sensation (at least for me) but l it’s not only a game, it’s a fine art. He started the play with sucking my cock and after a while my turn came to start his hole’s stretching. I started it with fucking him, first slowly but then I was getting even faster. When I felt that he was loose enough, I changed my cock to my fingers. I was going on slowly but surely, step by step. After a while he was ready for my fist. It lasted for 30 minutes when he asked me to punch him. He also asked to bust his balls in the same time. We changed the positions, the intensity and the additional fun. We played for one and a half or two hours when both of us had to leave. Honestly, I felt that his pussy was so shored that he wanted to finish. We started to bait our cocks and finally I came into his mouth.

Mike was angry, Mike was hurt, Mike was very very drunk. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to be the one using somebody. He wanted someone in his bed who was HIS. Mike had arrived home from a tattoo trade show earlier that day to find his lover of the last five years had left him going back home to his parents, his church and his miserable closeted life. Now he sat in front of his computer on that bareback site updating and rewriting. He had kept the profile all those years, occasionally checking it for amusement to see if anyone had “pinged” him but never replying. It had been his Ex who had cheated getting charged up and passing it on to Mike one of the rare times he had topped Mike. They had gotten through it and Mike had forgiven him even coming to be turned on by his status and now a year later the little slut was gone. Mike updated his pictures showing off his physique and that picture his Ex had loved of his hardening cock struggling to escape a leather thong leaving no doubt to the size and girth of his member then he read the text: Me 31 years old 6 foot 3 inches tall 219 lbs. POZ unmedicated - Toxic 10 ½ inches pierced and cut Semi hairy Single You Under 25 over 18 5 foot 9 or shorter In shape great ass a must NEG Cock size unimportant Smooth Single Giving the right man the opportunity to be bent over at least once a day for the rest of his life and have my cock shoved into him. A submissive nature is a must. To qualify you must agree to always let me cum inside you and to submit to sex when it is demanded of you after a discussion of limits and rules. Oh yeah and you have to marry me before any of this. Satisfied Mike hit the “Save Changes” button, the anger, hurt and alcohol conspiring to make this seem like a good idea then he stumbled off to bed to sleep and forget for a while leaving the computer on as message dings started rolling in. *************************** Hey guys this is my first attempt at a story here let me know if you want more

Hot quick stop. I parked up, a block away from this spot, where I see taxi drivers parked up at night. There is a small park at the bottom of a cliff, with big trees and a creek, not much lighting. While crossing the road, I saw a built, bald guy in the shadows. He walked to the back of the park, behind hedge. I walked up the rough gravel track that leads to the hedge. The track also goes up the back of the creek, along the bottom of the cliff. It’s a cool night, good for hoodies and track pants. I walked around the hedge, I see the guy is taking a piss, I guess he is just a taxi driver taking a piss on his dinner break. He is well built, and I don’t want to make a move, just in case he is just a taxi driver. This guy, you would never start anything with him. I walked past him and up the track, pause for a minute and walk back, waiting for him to finish his piss and walk away. When I walk back, he’s still standing in the same place, but turned around with his cock out, just standing there, in the, “it’s not going to suck itself” pose. I walk over and he starts stroking his semi. He reaches out and feels for my cock in my track pants. I pull down the front of my trackies, and flop my almost fully hard cock out. We shamelessly stroke each other's cocks and rub them to fully hard. He gets down on his knees and goes to town on my cock for a minute, I did not pick him for a cock sucker. I get him to stand up and I return the favour. His cock gets my head spinning. His cock is a decent size and matches his rugby player build. I pull his trackies down around his knees so I can rub his muscle-ass with both hands while he face fucks me. He pulls me up and turns around. I rub my cock up and down his crack. He adjusts his position to give me full access. I grab my tube of lube out and treat my cock and his crack. In no time, I am fully in and he is reaching back to pull my hips in deep. We fuck frantically for a minute, we are trying to get a good position on the uneven ground and get a good pace. He is a couple inches taller and 30 pounds bigger than me. He is a real rugby stud. I push his hoodie up his back, his pants are down to his ankles. I do the same for me, unzipping my hoodie, I fucken love full skin to skin contact. He is jerking himself hard. He just wants as much as he can get, as fast as possible. I bear hug him, and hold him close. I whisper in his ear, do you want my cum in you? I don’t know what he says, but he pulls my hips in deep. We keep fucking for another couple of minutes, It’s too cold to sweat, but we are going hard. I can tell he is getting close, he is jerking while I fuck him. My greedy cock is in him and my hands are exploring all his skin and muscles. I get close to blowing, my breathing is getting short, he knows I am getting close. I growl “fuck yeah”, in his ear, he holds my hips in, to get my cock as deep as it can get. I blast my load into him. He holds me in for a minute with one of his strong hands, holding me in while he’s shooting his own load. My cock feels great and I am high on rugby player testosterone. We pull our pants up, and get our clothes together. We walk back around from behind the hedge. I let him go ahead of me. I get a better view of him, he is a well build stud. We walk past some other dude on the park bench - he knows what’s up in the park. I feel fucking great. I walk back to my truck and start driving home. A block later, I see my rugby guy under the full street lights.

Yesterday, I got up, but knew it was a day to get bred. Did laundry, cleaned out and jumped online. First was a bearidh buddy in town visiting his niece, took his nice 7 incher and he pounded me for about 15 minutes before the creamy reward. Second was a married bi-latino with a wife that rarely puts out, was happy to let him pump and go. Third was another big uncut latino, that used the other two as lube. May repeat it again today.

I think human race has a serious problem: the desire to trap each other in pre-defined models without considering that a model is a starting point, not a goal to achieve. Like when you create a new blog or document in a computer; you have several layout to start from, but no one prevents you from changing the layout completely and use the main model just as a basic inspiration. A guy here has centered the point: "you must have common interests beyond sex" and I thank him for this statement. It could be obvious, but it isn't that much. That's why I have accepted to be psychologically abused for years: I concentrated most on sex and on that "rescue" attitude I have, rather than developing a really healthy relationship with him. After what happened with my so-called "monogamous" relationship with the cheater who pozzed me, I resigned to the models again: "monogamous is hetero love, gay love is open". I would lie if I tell you it wasn't good sex then; in pre-pandemic times my ex and I had great sex with some regulars, I enjoyed it; no questions asked and no condoms, him on Prep, me Undet, fuck it. Then our mutual poz fetish revelation came, several issues -including pandemic- and all events made me realize I've lived with a fuckbuddy, not with a boyfriend. A fuckbuddy I was rescuing from a miserable life. And now? With my current partner we are closed, but aren't at the same time. I mean, we haven't had sex with others, at least not arriving to anal penetration, but we have not promised to be sexually faithful to each other. Only promise has been, "if you get the chance go for it but be careful" - especially me to him, as I don't want him to get pozzed. And not by strangers. For the rest, we have our occasional on line flirts, dirty messages here and there but no interest to go for it in real, at the moment.

I realise that I haven't addressed the OP. I wouldn't tip, either, in this case.

Part 2 “Fuck fuck fuck” I was screaming, I was in pure pleasure! The man fucking me started speaking and I could hear that is was master “oh fuck yeah, you like that your little pig? You like being slammed and used your little pig boy? Fuck I’m gonna cum in you boy, you like that?” all I could say was “fuck, uh fuck yes” over and over. I don’t know how long master fucked me and calling me all dirty names. Slut, pig, meth whore, slaveboy… then I hear him “oh fuck, here it comes!! Take it boy, take my fucking in your little pig ass” And then he came, I could feel his 23cm cock cum all the way up my ass. After he cummed he stays in my ass and pulled the mask of me. It took me a second to get use to the light. Then I saw master looking down at me, and laughing. He spit in my face and said “oh fuck boy, I have wanted to slam you since the first time you were here. I have some big fucking plans for you this weekend boy, I have some friends coming over later and they are going to have some fun with you!” And then he laughed agin. (More to come, I don’t have more time to right today sadly)

I made my way up the stairs and was met with a tall and somewhat scrawny man in his 50s. He was wearing only basketball shorts through which I could see the outline of his cock. “I knew you’d come slut” he said as he opened the door I just stared back unsure of how to respond. “Well get that fat ass in here cunt” he yelled pulling me inside. “Strip now” he commanded once the door was closed. I began taking off my clothes but he stopped me when I got to my thong. “Leave that on” he said as he began fondeling my cock. After a minute I was still totally soft and he look at me quizzically before saying “ you’re fucking high aren’t you you little druggie whore” I shook my head no mumbling that I’ve never done drugs “It doesn’t matter what you say I can tell when a boy is high, oh well I hope whatever your on works well with t or else you’re in for a bad time” “What’s t” I asked “Don’t worry it’s just gonna make sex ten times better” he said as he guided me to the couch where he sat down, pulling off his shorts, revealing his cock. It was like I was in a trance, the second i saw his cock I instantly gobbled it up. Push myself hard on it even as my gag reflex resisted. “Fuck you’re a horny slut” the man said as he pulled my plug out and began to finger my hole. After a minute I felt a burning sensation followed by a feeling of emptiness. “Please fuck me” I begged the man who’s name I didn’t even know. “Fine faggot” he said as he got up, shoving me onto the back of the couch. I felt his cock that was now wet with my saliva running between my cheeks. He lined his head up to my tight hole and began to slowly push himself in. I had never felt like this before, it felt like a strange pressure at first but soon it began to feel amazing as his cock pressed up against my prostate. He soon bottomed out before quickly pulling all the way out and slamming back in. As he did so my mind went blank while he jackhammered his cock into my hole slamming into my cum button. I felt the pleasure course through me. He soon started to slow down before leaning forward and asking me “where do you want my load boy” “Inside me daddy please fill me up I need your dirty cum” I had no idea where that came from before remembering that was what one of the bottoms in my dads videos asked for. “That’s a good whore I’ll get you nice and full” he moaned before thrusting in hard. I felt his cock twitch, but I had expected to feel his cum more than I did. As he pulled out he pushed the butt plug in before pointing to the door. “Out faggot” he said commandingly.as I tried to gather my clothes he shook his head saying “walk home in just the thong like the slut you are” I was scared walking down the road in just a thong but also kind of aroused. It was dark enough where I wasn’t in plain view but the few people I crossed on th sidewalk stared in what I thought was awe or horror.

After I finished masturbating I feel straight to sleep exhausted from my flight. I woke up at what must have been the middle of the night. As I went downstairs I heard moaning coming from the living room. As I leaned my head in I saw the tv playing gay porn. Not just any gay porn either but really intense grimy stuff. Men were getting fisted, some had their cocks locked up, others were smoking or injecting things. On the couch sat my dad with his back turned to me. He was holding a cigar with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. As I watched I realized my cock was getting hard and I had the overwhelming urge to stroke it. I snuck back up to my room and tried pulling up some porn on my phone. To my surprise it seemed like all the straight porn had been banned so I resorted to watching gay porn. I soon realized the thing inside my ass was a butt plug. I kept pushing on it when I stroked sending waves through me. I eventually shoot another load to a video of a hairless man getting fucked by a big hairy one. When I woke up in the morning I was sweaty and covered in my cum. I went straight for the shower. It was in a shared bathroom between me and my dads room. As I got into the shower I noticed there was a weird tube attached to the wall, after looking at it a bit I realized it was a fleshlight. I purposefully ignored it wondering just how many sex toys were in this house. After my shower I got dressed and went downstairs where a bowl of oatmeal was waiting for me. “Made you some breakfast son” my dad said “it’s my husband’s special recipe, everything a boy needs” he was wearing another wife beater and jeans that were tight on his broad frame. “Uh thanks dad” I said as I began eating. It had a strange taste but not wanting to be rude I finished the bowl quickly. I got up to get a glass of water from the sink when my dad stopped me. “Not so fast son, our waters under advisory so no tap water. I’ll go get some more bottles today but there some in the closet” he said pointing at a closet across the kitchen. The water bottles were on the bottom shelf and looked like they might have been opened but I guzzled it down anyway. It tasted strange but I just attributed it to the oatmeal still stuck in my mouth. I went to sit on the couch feeling lightheaded and fuzzy. My dad walked up and said something I wasn’t paying attention to before leaving the house. After he left I turned on the tv wanting to watch something. However when I turned it on it started playing strange porn. I felt thirsty and grabbed another water bottle to drink as I tried to change the channel. The porn showed small hairless men getting fucked by big bears while wearing lingerie. It then switched to hairy men fucking each other. As I stroked my cock mindlessly to the porn I realized something, the one thing all the men getting fucked had in common was that their cocks were completely limp. I then felt that my cock was not only limp but maybe even smaller than normal. I gave up on my cock and began fucking my hole with the butt plug id left in me. I was bent over the coffee table watching the hypnotic video as I felt the pressure of an orgasm build up and explode out of me. The coffee table was now covered in cum and I knew I needed to clean it. The only way I could think to was to begin licking it up. My tounge ran across my slightly sweet cum before it ran into something crusty and bitter. I licked a bit more as the image of my father fisting his cock infront of the coffee table came to mind. The bitter crust was my father’s, but with my head spinning and the strange video filling my mind I didn’t care and kept licking the table clean.

So we have this bartender at a local gay dive bar who apparently decided it’s okay to add a “surcharge” to certain patrons drinks. I don’t think it’s racially motivated, I just think it’s the typical above average gay guy who thinks being a dick somehow elevates him. I try to avoid his shifts, but sometimes he’s there coving for another bartender. Regardless of his intentions, rather than confront him, I’ve just decided to not tip him. A friend of mine says if it bothered me that much, I should complain to the manager. I doubt the manager or owner would do anything, and could say I was a trouble maker. so this is my “passive aggressive” way to handle it. Any advice or antidotes would be great!

Nobody asked but: I visited the Hellobar and Xbar, and they were both kind of depressing. Only around 5-10 people on a Friday night. I want to think it was because the party starts later than midnight, but maybe next time I stay longer. I was thinking to visit the sauna 69, but from the reviews I was not convinced it was the right place. All in all, go to Tallinn for the culture, but not the sex spots 🙂 If anybody has more feedback, would be great to read other experiences and suggestions what to do next time 🙂

So what's really got you attracted to him? Is he that good at saying the right things to your sub wants? The risk of it? Or because he's a cousin? Or something else? I figure that knowing what's got you so in to him is the thing that will teach you about yourself and what turns you on. If you've got to follow this idea though is a different question. You can learn about yourself from this with or without him from now on. Carrying on talking to him is a type of following this though, even if you never meet. It comes with some risk. Anyway, sounds like the general opinion here is don't do it. These guys are probably a lot wiser than me. I sometime get in to things and wonder later why I did that. Not saying I don't have fun, but sometimes it isn't as fun as I imagined. All I can say is when I take a chance with something that's part of why it's exciting, but I go in to it knowing it might go badly and I'm accepting that from the start.

Why can't a man just stop for a wee pee en route ? I mean SOP has some of the best toilets in the city.... every one knows that !

Sounds totally plausible, but then you Tweeted all those pics of yourself at SOP... so gotcha! (I'll stop now, I promise)

This one should go into "chemsex fiction" I think; I suppose moderators are going to move it in the right section

Camp?? there's a story there that I think you should share with us all

I've described my own experience in other threads, so I'll just summarize here: 1. Be sure that sex isn't the only interest you and he have in common. There needs to be common interests other than sex; activism, love of the arts, community affairs, reading, love of fast cars, sailing, exercise, pets, cooking, literature, almost anything that isn't focused on sex. The more in common (other than sex) the better. 2. Hopefully there will also be common values, such as awareness of the need to help the downtrodden, and mutual desire to "make it a better world", in whatever way seems best for both of you. 3. Always treat him fairly. Always be honest (except for surprise birthday presents, etc), even if you're tempted not to be. Keep the old saying in mind: "Putting him first keeps me first". 4. The above are a few things that are the "cement" that holds any pair of human beings together. In the case of gay men that also love wanton sex, try like hell never lie to him, and if you do, get it off your chest before he figures it out. If he's not ready to have an "open" relationship, give him the room he needs. I had just over 30 years of the most wonderful relationship I could imagine. We did almost everything together, supported each other in various endeavors, and I will miss him until I cash it in too. And, we were both total pigs - both together and separately - but that was always of secondary importance to our love for each other. There's only room for one "most important thing" in anyone's life, so make that one thing your love for your "other half", and the rest will follow of it's own accord. My best wishes to you both.

Lets say it was Brazilian

Daddy took some pictures Sunday night during breeding time. Played with a speculum for the first time. It was fun.

I was at a conference in Daytona Beach last spring. Found a young guy on BBRT who wanted to breed me. I invited him over to my hotel and he bred me good. Laying on the bed with his cum leaking out of me he picked up his phone and called his husband telling him I had a great ass. He said his husband wanted to cum in me now. I said I’d like that having no idea what his husband looked like. He arrived 30 minutes later and was way hotter than the first guy. He shot a big load mixing with his husband’s load. Plus he was passionate and wanted to help me cum. It was hot to know both husbands loved my ass and wanted to cum in me. I kept both loads in me all night.

Bull is now my new favourite place. The thing I love the most about Bull is that I always leave with at least 3 -5 loads. I really don't care who is fucking me as long as I get the load. If you see an insatiable pig being fucked by anyone it's probably me. I went in yesterday around 18:30 and left at midnight. For the time I was in the dark room I got fucked and loaded by a good dozen men. I have no idea who squirted their seed inside me or not. I could tell that there were a few repeats, but when I have a cock in my hole, sucking and jerking off two or three other men at the same time it is mighty difficult to tell who came in or not. But I know I got loaded well since my hole is gaping and strings of cut drip down. It must have been quite a production because normally I am able to keep most of it in.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 3 I remember dreaming of men surrounding the bed... Their voices barely speaking above a whisper. I struggled to make out the words... Turning from side to side, I saw each booted muscled god geared in the shiniest of black leather. Tightly strapped leather harnesses accentuated their muscled pecs with rings through their prominently thick tits, making my mouth water... On my right, the men wore jockstraps... their full pouches so tight that I could see the subtlest of differences of their cocks... cut, uncut, pierced or not, it was more than obvious. While on my left, the men’s strong legs were enveloped in chaps... their muscles clearly defined as if the hide was painted on... their hard cocks and full sacs set off by a heavy chrome cockring. The room was filled with a distinctive scent of musk and leather as the sweaty tangled mass of flesh grew before my eyes... an orgy of every possible combination of lustful desire. The dream was so vivid... the men’s grunts and groans began to grow louder and fill the room. Seeing one of them escape the pile, I moaned, recognizing the young god approaching with tightly cropped red hair and green eyes. “Shit, Bry!” I called out, seeing my best friend transformed into the most incredible leather fantasy. His harness circled over his broad shoulders and under the thick muscled pecs. My eyes couldn’t stay off the twin slabs of muscle covered in reddish-brown fur showcasing a set of heavy rings piercing his thick erect tits poking through the fur. Below them, a trail of fur ran over the ridged stack of abs. His thick thighs bulged in the tightest leather chaps, drawing attention to the exposed dripping hard cock and sac. With every step of his boots, his muscles rippled at the slightest movement as he made his way to me. “Fuck Sam,” he smiled with a lustful gaze, pulling the covers off to reveal my shaved body... Staring at wetness of the sheets at below my cunt, he growled. “I hear you’ve been a good boy.” Still trying to understand how he could be in my room, I asked “How...?” “Never mind, bro...,” he said, interrupting me and pointing to the writhing heap of men in the room. “You need to serve.” Looking at the men, wave after wave of desire came over me... “Yeh, Bry...I do.” I growled, getting down on my knees as Bry’s leaking cock throbbed before my eyes. Licking my lips and wanting to taste that cock again, I reached up to his thick muscled thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth take it in... Suddenly, a sound woke me up... It was Mike, carrying a tray of food and juice into the room. “Sorry, Sam... didn’t mean to wake you. Doc told me you spent the night ‘cause it was getting late and asked me to just drop this off.” As I lay there, the images of Bry and the other men began to flood back into my mind. It took a minute to get into the moment before realizing I was sporting the beginnings of a hardon. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me, and it wasn’t definitely a problem for Mike... “Looks like it was a good dream.” he smiled, noticing my growing cock before putting the tray down next to the bed. “Thanks, Mike,” I said, drinking some of the juice and remembering last night. “Yeh, it was getting late by the time my session was over.” “Yeah, Doc doesn’t like to break up a session if it’s going really well...” he chuckled, looking me over... “Well, for some patients at least, he’ll keep it going as long as necessary. When that happens, I just head to my room and work on my thesis.” “Cool,” I said, remembering how he looked last night in his gear... my cock started stiffening. “Yeah, very cool... and so fucking smooth,” he groaned, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my abs and shaved crotch before leaning in. Without a word, he brought his lips to mine... It was like last night never happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over my puckering cunt, causing me to groan in surprise. Kissing me deep and hard, his tongue invaded my mouth. “I thought...” I moaned, taking a breath as a finger entered me. “What? I’m a bottom cause I let Doc fuck me...” he laughed, feeling the remnants of cum in my cunt. “Don’t worry... I’m not jealous. It’s part of our arrangement while I finish my grad work. That's all there is to it... nothing else.” “Nothing else,” I groaned, feeling a second and third finger go in. “Damn... Doc must’ve worked your cunt over last night.” he growled, feeling my still loose cunt. “Yeh... he did,” was all I could say as he continued fingering me. “Did ya like it, Sam? Being filled with Doc’s cock or was it something else?” he grunted, stripping and pulling my thighs apart to expose my cunt. “Shit, yeh!” I moaned, seeing that hard pierced cock again... The next thing I felt was his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and pushed inside. “Goddamn!” I moaned, feeling him digging deep inside me. "Sweet fucking tasty cunt, bro" he said, coming up for air. “How’s that feel?” “Fuck yeh... fuck my cunt!” “That’s right, bro... what you have there is a cunt... Don’t ever forget it.” he told me, teasing me with his cock. I nodded, remembering my therapy... “Cunt...” Putting my legs over his shoulders, he shoved his rigid cock into me without warning, sending a wave of passion over me. “Say it, bro... tell me what you want.” “Fucking fill, me!” I gasped, feeling the ring hit my prostate as he began to rock in and out of me. He didn’t waste any time ramming his cock into me... “Fucker... gonna take my time with you,” he growled, slowing down and holding his cock deep in my cunt. He kept on edging... fucking me til he was close, then would pause, waiting for the sensation to pass... only to start again until I was begging for his load. “Fuck man... give me your load, bro! I need it!” I cried out, grabbing his hips and pulling him in all the way to the root. He began ramming me hard until he stiffened and let out a heavy roar, unloading a volley of cum inside me. I could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock. Bending down, still impaled inside of me, he kissed me. “Fucking hot cunt...” he smiled, pulling his still hard cock out and sitting back. I scrambled to clean it... sucking and tonguing his cock until I had done my duty. “Good boy...” he growled, his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and invaded. “Give it to me.” With little pushes of my cunt, the load dripped out onto his open mouth until I had released most of it... Then, he crawled up and fed it to me. Kissing, our darting tongues exchanged the load until we both gulped down the contents and fell on the bed in a sweaty jumble. “Fuck, Sam... That was hot. I never imagined that you’d be this good when you came into the office that day. I figured you were just some messed up kid needing therapy.” he laughed, exploring my smooth body with his hands. “You surprised me when you showed up here like this. What made you do it?” Knowing what I knew about him, I smiled. “Don’t know... I guess I just felt like it.” “Yeah, I know what you mean,” he chuckled, taking hold of my smooth pecs and rubbing his fingers over them. “I did the same thing when I first got here. But it’s a bitch to keep up... so I got it permanently removed. Doc has a buddy who does it and hooked me up.” “Yeh?” I groaned, imagining being permanently hairless as he went down to lick my pecs. Then, licking my left tit, Mike sucked it in and bit down... “Goddamn!” I moaned, panting at the pain he was inflicting. He stayed on my tit, chewing on it... tasting the sweat dripping off my pec. Releasing it with a kiss, he moved to the right one and I began to growl in heat as he repeated the torture now turning to pleasure. Reaching for my swollen cock, he began to stroke it as he alternated on my tits before moving down my abs. By now, my tits were aching and standing at attention, causing my cock to go rock hard. “Yeah,” Mike growled, exploring my shaved body with his mouth... “When did you do it?” “Yesterday, right before coming over.” I sighed, feeling his lips and tongue sliding over my skin. “You missed a spot, right here. I’ll let Doc know... so you can get that taken care of.” he chuckled, licking between my thigh and crotch before taking my cock in his mouth. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out, feeling his tongue dig into my piss slit. He started licking and wrapping his tongue around the mushroom head... flicking at it and lapping the dribbling precum. Slowly sliding down, he started sucking on my leaking cock... keeping his eyes locked on mine with one hand on my shaft and the other holding tightly onto my sac. His hand began to pull it away from my body as he held my balls tightly in a fist. “Aw fuck! Harder!” I cried out... realizing at that moment the extent of my therapy. My begging for pain urged him on and his pace quickened. I thrust my hips up to meet him. The sensations of his mouth were overwhelming... I needed to cum. I was close... Grabbing the back of Mike’s head with both hands, I began forcing his mouth up and down my cock, faster and faster. I could feel myself slowly going over the edge. Then, as he released his grip, my body shook with lust, releasing an explosion of cum. “Fuck yeh, bro! Fucking love, this shit!” We remained like that... me on my back with him still latched on my cock... sweat running down our bodies until sound of Doc’s voice shook us out of the moment. Doc stood at the entrance to the room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. My mind must have blocked it out... but the moment Mike heard the words, he sat up, releasing my cock. Turning to Doc, he nodded and dropped to his knees on the floor next to him. “Good boy,” he chuckled, rubbing Mike’s sweaty shoulder. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” I quickly apologized... “Doc... I’m sorry. I guess I fucked up.” “No problem, Sam. So... you’ve now experienced both Mikes.” Leaving the dazed Mike on the floor, he wandered over to me. “How’s it feel?” he asked, feeling my freshly fucked cunt. “Damn, Doc,” I smiled, seeing his growing bulge... “So good!” “Good to hear, boy.” He looked back to Mike kneeling obediently on the floor before noticing my chewed-up tits. Pulling his wet finger from my cunt, he rubbed the slime around my swollen tits and gripped them tightly with his fingernails. “Fuck, yeh!” I shuddered. “Harder!” With his cock now tenting his jeans, he whispered in my ear as he increased his grip on me. “Yeh, Doc...” I murmured, feeling the pain course through my body. After a couple of minutes, Doc let go and stood up. I quickly fell next to Mike, our hands behind our backs at attention. Turning to face us, he began to strip as... I could see him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Gripping the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled it up and off his torso, exposing the forest of fur on his muscled pecs. We quickly made our way to remove his shoes and socks. Mike then scrambled up to unbuckle the thick black belt around his waist. It was then I joined him as we pulled the jeans down to expose his furry legs. Slowly, we began moving our mouths up his legs... our hands massaging his powerful muscles until we met at Doc’s low hanging sac. Taking in the scent of his crotch, both of us began to moan and took one of his heavy balls in our mouths... “Fucking cuntmouths!” Our tongues darted out, tasting the hairy sweaty sac and we moved up to the base of Doc’s shaft... Up we went... our lips gently massaging the thickening shaft until our tongues met at the leaking piss slit at the tip of his engorged cockhead. Tasting the precum, our tongues began lapping it up. Feeling Doc’s hands against our heads and push our mouths against each other, our sparring tongues began to feed each other. “Goddamn cocksuckers.” he growled, holding us by the scruff of our necks. We began to worship him, sucking and worshipping his god-like cock like we had been trained... ‘Yeh, that’s the word,’ I thought...realizing at that moment it had been imbedded in us... Mike and I were meant to serve together. Before I could think about it, Doc thrust between our lips... back and forth, enjoying our attention to his powerful cock. We needed his cock... we continued... pushing him closer to release with every movement of our mouths. Feeling the overwhelming need for cock, I moved to the head and slowly swallowed his cock to the base of his shaft. I could feel Mike’s tongue flicking at the saliva dripping out of my mouth. Slowly backing off, I grabbed Mike’s head and shoved my tongue in his open mouth. Gripping my tongue with his lips, he moaned... knowing his desire for cock, I pushed his head towards Doc’s still leaking cock and he swallowed it in one fell swoop. We continued like that... sharing Doc’s now steel cock. We were nothing but a pair of cuntmouths servicing a cock... just as Doc had said. Getting close, Doc pushed us off his cock and we fell to the floor... our faces covered in spit. Walking over to the bed, he pulled out a packed pipe and torch from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Spreading his legs, he lit the pipe, inhaled and motioned to us. Quickly, we climbed on the bed, slid over the soft sheets and joined him on either side. Placing our mouths to his, we inhaled the large cloud escaping his handsome mouth. “Go on... have at.” he growled, passing the lit pipe to Mike. We began sharing the pipe while Doc sat back watching us take hits and blowing the thick white clouds into each other’s mouths. Taking the last hit on the now empty pipe, I exhaled into Mike, devouring him in a deep kiss as Doc’s strong hands roamed over our bodies. Instinctively, we both went for Doc’s tits. “Fuckers...” he growled, pushing our mouths onto his furry pecs. Holding both of us tightly, we began to suckle like two nursing pups, humping our bodies against Doc’s legs. Doc’s hands roamed down over our smooth muscled backs and began to explore our cunts. “Goddamn cunts...” I began moaning as the realization of what I was becoming hit me and I raised my hips, giving Doc access. But it didn’t stop there... I felt another hand now exploring my exposed cunt. It was Mike’s. “Fuck me!” I cried out, feeling fingers digging into me before latching back onto Doc’s tit. Mike immediately pounced on me and shoved his cock deeply inside me. Holding onto my shoulders, he began to piston fuck me. “Fuck, yeh!” I cried out into Doc’s pec, feeling the PA scraping against my prostate with every stroke. The sensations in my cunt took over my mind and I was lost in the moment... My mind filled again with images of the leathered gods surrounding us... watching me surrendering to my desires. Bry stood out smiling, leading another by a leash to our side. “Fuck yeah, bro... Feels good, don’t it?” Bry growled, pushing the sub onto the floor on all fours. Smiling, he moved behind the sub and kicked his legs apart to expose the willing cunt. Bry dropped... Licking the pierced taint leading to the sub’s willing cunt, Bry smiled and looked at me before shoving his cock in quickly... causing the sub to let out soft groan. I couldn’t take my eyes off them... seeing the look of rapture on the sub’s face as he took every inch of Bry’s cock. “Fuck, bro... Tell me... is yours still tight?” he growled, picking up the pace and slamming the willing sub. “Fuck yeh!” I grunted, coming back to reality as I felt Doc’s hands caressing down my back. “YEH, DO IT!” I yelled, feeling Doc’s cock pressing on my cunt while climbing onto Mike’s back. I was grabbing at the sheets, feeling Doc’s cock sliding over Mike’s shaft and pushing past my cuntlips. “OH FUUUUCK!” I hissed, instantly feeling the pain of being split open. “Relax, boy... surrender.” Doc told me, before saying something else I couldn’t understand. Instantly, a wave of pleasure overcame any pain as Doc’s cock invaded me. Mike remained still... not a sound coming from him. “Yeh...” I now moaned in pleasure, feeling Doc’s cock invading my cunt. With my therapy now kicking in, I began fucking myself on their cocks. “Good boy,” Doc grunted, slapping Mike on the ass and they began fucking me in unison. With every one of their thrusts, I moaned... feeling myself stretched to the limit, I began to lose focus. The room grew warmer and filled with the sounds of animals rutting... grunts, moans and wet slapping bodies. Bry had returned... Holding onto the moaning sub by his harness, Bry’s assault continued as the sub fucked himself on the pierced cock. The wet slapping of Bry’s thighs against the sub’s shaved ass filled the air around the circle of leathered admirers. “Fuck, Sam... Every time I fuck this cunt, I imagine it’s you... my bro... taking my cock.” With each pounding, the sub’s moans grew louder, and begged for more. Bry continued pile-driving him... stretching his cunt with an ever-increasing ferocity until he couldn’t hold back and released an explosion of cum. Instantly, the sub scrambled to Bry’s still hard cock to clean off the remnants of his load. "Inspiration...” Bry growled at me. Coming back into the moment, I felt the thrusts of my double fuck begin to slow and intensify... I knew it wouldn’t be too long for them to fill my cunt. “Fuck yeh!” I cried out, feeling the simultaneous loads unleashing in me as the fucking continued until the contents of their balls flooded my cunt. Their load now deposited, they fell on my back and pushed me fully onto the mattress. “Inspiration,” I moaned... feeling the weight of their bodies on top of me. Pulling out of me, Doc stood up and positioned himself in front of our faces... “Beautiful...” Immediately, we took his slimed cock and cleaned it... taking the remains of the loads into our mouths. Satisfied, Doc walked away as Mike pulled me up and sat back, holding me in his arms. Holding tightly onto his cock, I leaned back...our lips met. We began to devour each other as his hands explored my sweaty body. Releasing his cock, my hands roamed over his hairless muscular body, knowing that it was what I needed... to bulk up and match his body. In the back of my mind, I already knew that my appointment with Doc’s buddy was set... I would never have to worry about stubble. I moved down his beautiful pecs and made my way to his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting the residue of the double fuck. “Fuck, Sam.” Mike moaned, feeling my mouth on his softening cock. Shocked, I sat up and looked into his eyes. There was no doubt, the other Mike was there with me now. He took me in his arms, and we fell back on the bed. “Fuck, Sam... Doc must be wondering where I am.” he said, spooning me. “Naw, he probably just thinks you’re working on your thesis.” I moaned, feeling his cock against my ass. “Yeah,” he sighed... Several hours later, I woke up in the dark room with Mike still beside me... our bodies tangled in the middle of the bed. Feeling a sensation around my neck, I reached up and found my leather collar securely fastened to my neck. “Yeh...” I moaned, turning to Mike and seeing him collared, too. I knowingly grabbed the note on the nightstand and read it... ‘Downstairs’ was all it said, and I shook Mike to wake him. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled, seeing me collared. Slowly, we made our way to the two leather bags in the center of the room and faced each other. Keeping our eyes fixed, we slipped the restraints on our wrists. Next, we placed the harnesses over our shoulders and buckled each strap tightly. I moaned as the leather again touched my smooth skin. Retrieving our jockstraps, we slid them up over our hairless bodies and adjusted our cocks. My junk now snug in the cum crusted leather pouch, I pulled out my still sweat-soaked socks and put them on. Turning to Mike, I saw him standing there looking down at the socks in his hand. “What’s happening... Sam, what the fuck are you wearing!?” he said in a state of confusion, looking up as if he was seeing me geared up for the first time. Grabbing the socks, I dropped to my knees... “Let me help you,” I moaned, kissing his feet. After placing them on him, I pulled the pair of boots out of his bag... “10-hole Rangers...” I said, motioning him to step in. Now in his boots, he stayed there in a daze, still looking down at me. I began pulling the laces through the eyelets of his right boot. It was freaking me out, but I kept on... then, I realized that with every ladder rung I added, he began to calm down. With the boot now laced up, he dropped to one knee and began to methodically lace the other without hesitation. “Fuck...what the hell was that?” I mumbled, quickly putting on my boots, lacing them up and placing an arm band around my right bicep. Grabbing the other, I stood and saw Mike taking a long hit from a full glass pipe... his cheeks tightening as he pulled the cloud into his lungs. “Fuck, yeh... gimme some, bro.” I moaned, walking over to him and placed the band on his right bicep as I caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat dripping down his smooth pit... My tongue worked its way from his bicep to worship his pit. “MMMMM,” he groaned, clamping his hand around the back of my neck to smash our mouths together... tongues lashed around in our mouths as he fed me the cloud. My body became alive again, and I surrendered. With our lips locked, we clawed at each other... our hands covering every inch of smooth muscled flesh and encased leather on our bodies. “Fucker... Welcome back...,” I grunted. “Let’s go. Doc’s waiting.”

My current regular lover is separated but still married and has not finalised his divorce. He has 2 kids. We live separately and his kids live with his wife. They know about me and see how happy their father is. Since meeting me he is pushing to get his divorce final. Who knows what the will be❤️ Love is Love ❤️

What the fuck now,’ was the panicked thought running through my head. We had gone completely off script and I wasn’t supposed to learn that he had taken the risk of pozing me until I saw the very realistic biohazard tattoo the make-up department had put on the bear’s ass to wiggle at the audience. The other thought, ‘is his biohazard tattoo really a fake’. Both thoughts raced through my mind at lightning speed, but I knew I didn’t have time to dwell on them. I just returned to the script other than bewilderedly asking for confirmation when I did see his tattoo. The script worked perfectly and was all the more powerful with my emotional uncertainty about what had just happened. The bear was far more convincing as well, and the dramatic start didn’t take away from the audience hanging on every word. We argued, we cried, we expressed our overwhelming attraction to each other and we went through the cycle again. Act two began with us at an emergency clinic where I’m administered 'themorningaftertreatment'. Next scene has us back at my apartment and the bear making sexual moves on me. I’m like “Really? You just almost pozed me and you want me to give up my ass so soon?” “Your protected now.” His words once again traveling to my core and causing me to melt. We are soon both naked and the audience is once again seeing his huge bare member disappear up my ass. Lights fade to a black stage. The spot light comes up on a sign held out from the wings, “Four months later.” Stage lights come back up. The bear has me bent over an ottoman and is unloading in my ass once again. Yes, literally breeding me again! He continues pounding me, urging me to jerk off. Okay, we’ve left the script again. I stroke, he pounds, and soon I have one of the biggest longest orgasms of my life. My exhibitionist self is more than happy to receive the cheering. We collapse on the couch and talk about how great we feel we are together. All the fucking hot sex we enjoy together and with others. We marvel at the the fact I’ve been taking his loads all this time, without protection, and I’ve stayed negative. We eventually make our way to bed, and again the stage fades to black. New sign from the wings, “Next morning.” Lights come up, we are still naked in bad. I’m sweating profusely. I’m clearly sick as a dog. Shortest closing scene in theatre history. The ‘opening night after party’ was a blur for me. Everyone was full of praise for the bear and my performance. Especially our director. He kept picking up the tab for our booze and we were soon drunk. I wasn’t thinking clear enough now to even have my questions occur to me. Second night I’m happy and excited to be naked back on stage. Our theatre space is sold out, standing room only. My co-lead doesn’t turn his back to the audience, so again my first move is to actually take his beautiful cock into my mouth for all to see. Cheering from the crowd. When we get to the part where he is to fuck me again we are positioned for the crowd to see every detail. As his mushroom head is seeking to find my hole I stage whisper for only him to hear. “What? Are we doing this again? I thought it was just for opening night.” “See this full theatre? Everyone one of these fags is here to watch me poz breed your neg hole. Do you want to disappoint them now? No longer using stage whisper I call out, “Fuck me with your big raw cock daddy bear!” As he’s pushing in the crowd goes wild with excitement and encouragement. During the intermission the bear brought one of the other cast members and they pulled me aside. The bear was angry and wondered why I hadn’t cleaned out before the show. I didn’t know what he was talking about. The cast member took me off to a bathroom and taught me how to douche. Apparently I had just been lucky the first three times I got fucked By the end of the night I am again hosting two of the bears loads deep in my ass, and I’ve shot off for everyone to see and enjoy. The rest of the weeks performances go well. I’m getting two loads bred into me per show, and more people are cramming in and standing every night. Week two of the run starts once again with a jammed packed enthusiastic crowd. By the end of the night my cohost is so delighted he invites me back to his place for ‘a drink’. I take this invitation literally and am shocked and amazed when the door is hardly closed and he has me bent against the wall, both our pants at our knees and his raw cock pounding away in my well lubricated ass. The second night I knew what I was in for. Any moral compass I used to have about casual sex had completely evaporated. I ended the week having taken the 10 show loads and about 12 after show loads. This bear was insatiable! I didn't have a show the next day so accompanied the bear and a friend of his to a restaurant. During the meal the bear was extremely flirty with our sexy waiter. The waiter was flirting with all of us. While handing his credit card back to the bear the waiter said; "My shift is finished and hubby is home, meet me in the back alley in 5." When the bear left our table his friend asked; “So do you want to order another drink, or come back to my place. I vote for my place.” “What about your friend?” “Oh those two will be a while I can assure you.” “OK I guess it’s drinks at your place.” I knew he had not invited me for drinks. The moment the elevator door closed as we left the restaurant our tongues were down each other’s throats. In the elevator in his building we actually started tearing each other’s clothes off. We were barely decent as we stumbled to his door past an elderly neighbour. She called him by name, gave a knowing wink and wished us both a very good night. As he slipped the rest of the way out of his jeans I saw it. A big scorpion tattoo on the left side of his lower abdomen. I wasn’t sure why it filled me with dread but I remained calm enough to ask him about the tattoo. “My scorpion? You are straight aren’t you?” …. To be continued…

I hate being poz. I hate having to take that fucking pill every day for the rest of my life. I hate that the pill I have to take every day to save my life is $100 each! I hate I have to worry about health insurance without which I would have to pay nearly $36,000 per year for a fucking pill. I hate having to go to the doctor multiple times per year to watch my blood levels to see if any of my organs are starting to fail from the drug or the disease. I hate watching my body age faster than expected and the doctors not knowing if its the virus or the meds. I hate I had to watch my best friend die because ALL meds finally stopped working and he had to die alone from Hodgkins lymphoma in the hospital because during COVID no one could visit. I hate watching my husband battle a god-damned rare disease which affects men with "well-controlled" HIV disproportionately and wonder if his next flare up will kill him. I hate the sympathy/pity from others when discussing my health. I hate the discrimination from men who won't have sex with poz guys even though I am undetectable and can't transmit it to them. I hate not understanding why someone wants this.

I go to a theater in Queens NYC and they have a dark bathroom. I always get naked in there since it seems like it attracts the guys who are really serious about fucking. I've taken so many cocks in there and taken guys loads that I'm sure I've been with a poz guy. I love that I never know who fucked me in there since you can't see anyone I do know almost all the guys fucked me raw which is what I look for a condom turns me off. That dark bathroom is awesome I've been gangbanged in there multiple times. I'm going back later this week for more.

In my opinion Treasure Island Media(TIM) is a long where’s away from where it used to be. It seems that 2 out of every 3 new releases, which are now infrequent are just recompilations of older material or one of their foreign subsidiaries( Mexico, Brazil, Europe). I miss the features of a New star appearing regularly and to have that guy featured for a while in a couple of movies. Example, Dawson(goes without saying!), John Dahl, Ethan Wolf, Nate Grimes…. Etc. every once in a while they put out something that “does it” for me. But instead of being excited when I see a new film come out, I’m ready for disappointment. As a subscriber to their site new scenes are put out slowly and are often just sub scenes of whatever new movie they might have out. As far as full movies to watch on their site they are few and half seem to be movies that have been up for way too long. I could really go on for a while in this but I’d like to know what some of you think!

Old school TIM was hot because it was just piggy sex… Never really cared what the guys looks like as long as the sex was hot. In fact if I’m in the mood for sleazy porn I find the average looking guys are hotter to watch. I’m pretty much getting off on the guys looking like they’re just in it to feel good and have fun. If I’m in the mood for jocks or muscle guys then I’d watch mainstream studio stuff.

Raymond and Nelson chatted about this and that as they made their way. And just as Nelson had said, his place was just but a few blocks away. The complex was spacious and well-kept though appeared to have been in existence for at least two decades. Not knowing where he was going, Raymond stayed one step behind Nelson as they made their way across a parking lot and into a courtyard that sat at the center of 4 buildings that looked to hold 4 apartments each. Nelson cut diagonally through the courtyard, up a set of stone steps to a corner apartment, #14. The smell hit Raymond immediately, and he relaxed and felt more at ease. The smell was of an apartment that experienced regular smoke sessions. Where some places Raymond had been were often musty and stale, Nelson’s place smelled warm and welcoming. “Have a seat. You thirsty? I got beer, sweet tea, milk...” “I’ll have a beer, if that’s cool.” “It’s cool,” Nelson replied, once again flashing that smile to Raymond. As Raymond sat on the couch, he watched Nelson bend slightly into his fridge to grab his beer. His red shirt rode up the small of his back just a bit to reveal a smooth, somewhat tanned, lower back. Raymond had never been a fan of labels, especially when it came to sexual attraction. He understood their importance in certain situations but tried to avoid them if he could. But as he watched Nelson stand up and walk toward him, he felt that familiar warmth of horniness grow somewhere within. Raymond was by no means a virgin. Despite his sometimes-social awkwardness and dislike for crowds, he always found time to work out in one way or another. Over the past year he developed a fondness for boxing and made it a point to workout at his local boxing gym as often as he could, and he felt comfortable enough to run with his shirt off, showing the world his smooth, Spanish skin. Standing just over 6” with black hair and brown eyes, Raymond felt that if he were more social, he would be someone others might desire. But his awkwardness and inner thoughts always won out. While not a fan of hanging out with people in social situations, he found that hooking up here and there was enough to satisfy his sex drive. Since attending college he hooked up about once or twice a semester. He found that anything more than that required too much effort to be personable. He also had to find a balance between having randos over and keeping his personal space his. It was a fine line to walk, but he would gladly sacrifice sex if that meant strangers wouldn’t be in his apartment that often. Given his personality, Raymond found that hooking up with guys was much easier to navigate as it required very little effort in general. He didn’t consider himself gay, but sex with men, he realized, was more fun, more detached. “Here you go, weirdo.” “Thanks,” he said taking the can and opening it. “My name is Raymond, by the way.” “I know, wierdo,” he said and winked at Raymond. “What is happening,” Raymond thought. “This stuff only happens in porn, right?” he continued in his head. Nelson returned with his own beer in his left hand and a bong in the right. With his right leg, he moved his coffee table out of the way and stood directly in front of Raymond and handed the bong down to him. “Guests get the greens,” he said and produced a lighter from his front left pocket. Raymond grabbed the lighter and waited for Nelson to move, but he didn’t. He remained standing close over him, smiling while taking a swig of beer. “Cheers!” Raymond said as he lit the bong and took a heavy rip. Nelson was surprised that Raymond didn’t cough. Instead, he looked Nelson directly in the eyes and let the smoke envelop him. It was Raymond’s turn to wink. “This fucker,” Nelson thought. Raymond handed the bong up to Nelson and then the lighter. “No, you light it for me since you’re already down there.” Raymond flicked the lighter and watched the chamber fill with smoke. He looked up at Nelson, who gave a small nod and Raymond pulled the lighter away and watched his host expel the white plume. “This is some good shit,” Nelson said as he released the last of his hit. “For sure. Thanks again for the invite. And sorry for being awkward back at the café. I get caught up doing my own thing, I forget how to be normal sometimes.” “Normal sucks. Weird is where it’s at.” Raymond raised an eyebrow, and Nelson raised his beer. “Cheers, weirdo.” “Cheers!” Within minutes the bong was cashed and the duo sat, both contently stoned. “This is odd,” Raymond blurted out. Nelson, sitting in the recliner diagonal from Raymond, smiled his bright smile. “How so?” “I barely know you. We are here getting stoned and it feels, maybe, like there’s something between us.” “The only thing between us is space. Stand up.” Raymond hesitated. He looked over at Nelson as he sat. There was something slightly different in his eyes from when they were talking outside the café. Maybe this was how functional, sexual beings acted. He assumed Nelson was around his same age. Of course sex had to always be on his mind. It was always on Raymond’s mind, he just never acted on it as often as he would have liked. Raymond stood, not sure what to do with his hands, he put them in his pockets. His mind was racing now. He was excited and nervous, all rolled into one. But he was happy to be getting out of his comfort zone. His desire to be alone was something he valued and appreciated, but now, standing in front of this corn-fed hunk of a man, he realized how much he actually missed the spontaneity of life, something he rarely let himself experience. “Come here. Stand in front of me.” Nelson wasn’t commanding him, but Raymond was compelled to listen. He took a few steps forward and stood in front of his host. Their places switched from when he had arrived. Hands still in his pockets, Raymond looked around nervously, trying not to make eye contact. “You’re nervous.” “A bit.” “Why?” “I’m not used to this...situation.” “It’s just sex.” “Sex?” “C’mon man, you can’t be that dense. Why the fuck do you think I followed you out of the café?” “I...” “Jesus Christ. Fine. Here’s the deal, since it appears you’ve never had someone hit on you. I didn’t need the extra chair. I was trying to just talk to you. But since you’re a weirdo, you made that scenario difficult. Take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I said. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.” Raymond hesitated for just a second, before pulling his hands out of his pockets and lifting his shirt off his defined frame. His arms fell to his side, but not knowing what to do with his hands, he began wringing his shirt in both hands. “Fuck,” was all Nelson could utter. Standing before him was the definition of sex appeal if you could ignore the awkwardness. Raymond’s naturally tanned Spanish skin highlighted his physique. Raymond wasn’t overly muscled, but perhaps a level or two passed toned. His shoulders and pecs had that perfect combination of being supple and tight. And as Nelson’s eyes traveled south, he admired flatness of the stomach that, when flexed, he knew would reveal a solid six pack. Raymond’s arms were perfectly worked out, defined with just enough bulk to make anyone swoon. Nelson looked closer without moving and noticed that there was very little body hair on Raymond. “Do you trust me?” Raymond laughed, “No. I barely know you.” Nelson laughed in return. “Fair enough. But you trust me enough to be alone with me, smoke with me and be half-way naked.” “Yeah, so?” “Then you can trust me. Go to the bathroom and get the shower running. I’ll be in to join you in a second.” Raymond lingered for a second but made his way down the hall. Nelson followed him with his eyes, taking in the sight. When Raymond entered the bathroom, Nelson reached for his phone and sent a text: “If you aren’t doing anything later, swing by my place in an hour. Make sure to knock loud.”

It was the morning of my 18th birthday! My folks were out of town but they had given me permission to have some friends over to celebrate. I planned on my buddies coming over around 8 o'clock that night. What I hadn't planned on was waking up to find all the lights in the house flickering on and off. Fortunately, my parents had left an emergency list on the kitchen counter in case any problems came up. Sure enough, Electrician - Roger Davis, was on the list. I called him and he said he would be by in an hour or two. I made myself some breakfast and was in the middle of exercising when the doorbell rang. I answered it wearing only a skimpy pair of workout shorts and a tank top. Standing there was the electrician. He spoke, "Hi, son! I'm Roger Davis. Most people know me as Ol' Roger! Can I come in?" He didn't look old at all to me and I told him so. His face lit up in a broad grin. "Thank you, son! That's nice of you to say! You look pretty good yourself! Now...can you show me where the power box is? In the basement maybe?" I took him down into our basement. My dad had fixed it up years ago so it was pretty comfortable down there...like a play room! I showed him where the electric panel was located. He said, "Give me a few minutes to check things out." I sat down on the sofa we had down there. I told him about my party that night...how excited I was. He was a handsome guy and he noticed I that kept looking at him. He would just look back at me and smile. That kind of flustered me so I mostly babbled on about inconsequential stuff. After about 15 minutes, he said, "There! That should take care of it!" and he flipped on the master switch. All the lights came back on without a trace of flickering. He looked at me with interest and said, "Most guys would be upstairs texting their girlfriends instead of sitting down here talking with Ol' Roger. I'm wondering...is there somethin' else I can do for you?" In response, I turned beet red. He slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head and tossed it onto his toolbox. I'd never seen a Biohazard tattoo on a man before, but I knew full well what it signified. It sure made me nervous but it kinda turned me on as well. His smile stretched wider. "You lookin' to get fucked, son? You want my big black dick, do ya? I bet you're a VIRGIN, ain't ya?" He saw me trembling and said, "You're not scared of Ol' Roger, are you?" I WAS...but I didn't want him to know that so I blurted, "I'm not afraid of you!" He asked, "You think you can handle what I got?" I hotly replied, "I can handle ANYTHING!" "His response was, "We'll see about that!" With that he advanced upon me. I backed up until my legs hit the sofa. He pushed my chest, toppling me backwards onto the cushions. In one swift motion he had yanked down my shorts and thrown them aside. Before I could even think of escaping, he bent over and engulfed my dick with his warm wet mouth. It was like everything in my brain suddenly got reset. As his lips moved up and down my shaft and his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, my resistance faded completely away. He put his strong calloused hands under my knees and raised my legs up in the air. As they parted, he stepped between them and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered and softer sounds as he shed his pants. I felt the tip of his cock poke into my ball sac. He gazed down at me and said with a smile, "It's your Birthday, Baby! Ol' Roger has a Special Gift for you!" I could figure out what he meant by that. He was planning on putting his infected cum inside me. I remembered that some guys called that GIFTING. My thoughts whirled. How could I stop this from happening? Just then, he parked his stiff dick against my hole, ready to invade my innards, so I clenched my sphincter, determined to keep him out. His smile never wavered! "You KNOW you want it," he crooned as he gently started a backwards and forwards motion with his hips. On the third or fourth push, my body betrayed me. My clenched hole relaxed slightly. Just enough for his dick to nudge in about an inch or two. "That's it, Baby!" he sighed! "Just let it happen!" The gentle battering continued, and with each thrust, his penis sank in a little deeper...and deeper still...until I felt his pubes against my ass cheeks. He paused for a moment and then the fucking began in earnest. 10 minutes later he stiffened, shuddered and cried out, "Take my dirty seed!" as he shot his toxic sperm deep within me. After we both caught our breaths, he pulled out of me, stood up and got dressed. He looked at me and said, "Your mom & dad are gonna be real surprised when you test HIV-positive in a couple of months! If they throw your faggot ass out, don't worry! You can always come live with Ol' Roger. Plenty of the punks I’ve pozzed now live with me. I pimp them out to sick fucks that pay good money just to fuck an AIDS WHORE. I'll put you to work out there with the other punks I've given my bug to. You'll see...being a Poz Whore ain't so bad!”