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This morning I awoke in a bed that wasn't mine, the sun shining through the curtains. To my left a hairy chest, and a musky pit. I could tell something was different. A stiff silence in the room, a wave of tingles, and an immediate erection. For in my mind I could see it so clearly, so precisely. It started at the bar, when this man approached me in the bathroom. The stank of whiskey exploded in my face as he grabbed my mouth, pushing his tongue into mine. With such strength and authority he kissed me - deepening himself into my throat. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, showing me his biohazard scorpion tattoo. I remember how my cock changed from limp to rock hard in an instant. He noticed this of course, all I had were basketball shorts and a shirt. He pulled my head close, slicking his tongue in and out of my ear, priming my primal desires. "I am going to set you free tonight, and you're going to let me. Isn't that right?" I nodded my head frantically. He pulled my body to the door, moving aside to slap my ass on the way out. The man lead me outside and down the street a block to an apartment. Leading the way as he instructed, I climbed the stairs, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mind racing. He slapped my ass, grabbed it, and stuck his hand down my shorts to get his fingers in my sweaty hole on the way. In his apartment he immediately stripped off my clothes and shoved me to his bed. He ripped his belt off like he was starting a lawn mower, pants hitting the floor instantly. His gargantuan cock swung in the air, oozing goo. He pushed me back, lifting my legs high in the air. The man handed me a brown bottle, and gave me time to breath in the sweet burn. Lubed up, he pressed that monster up against my incredibly tight hole. I felt the relaxation wash over me, and he began to burrow slowly in my virgin hole. I was amazed at how it felt as he began to pry open my walls. I had only topped and it was instantly clear to me that this felt so amazing. He continued slowly, opening me more and more, sliding the head in deeper each time. It wasn't long until he decided to fill me with his entire length in one sure thrust. Deep, painful, pleasureful, and downright sinful. I took every thrust, moaning loudly into his pillow. Tears rolled down my cheeks in pure joy as I opened up and relaxed further, a true alpha male digging deep and planting a seed. He continued for over and hour and a half, wailing on my hole until it was useless and loose. Staring at his gorgeous work, he slammed it right back in thrusting faster, deeper, and harder. The sensation was so intense I thought I was going to puke. As he trusted harder, it began to grow painful, but this didn't last as he let out a loud moan, emptying his cock 9 inches into my negative hole. Each throb, each twitch, more cum leaked out inside me. As he sat there shaking in ecstasy, it made me cum all over as well, spraying everything near by. The man pulled out slowly, as to save every last drop. He placed his finger as far as he could in my hole, rotating it around, spreading his love to every surface inside me. To finish the deal, he took his finger nail and left one long, jagged scrape inside me - inviting his bugs into my heart and more importantly my soul. "Welcome, Brother. You will make a fine gifted and do me proud." So yes, I woke up in a strangers bed, and my actions are deafening. But I know that I went from having a cock between my legs, to having a weapon. For today, I now bring chaos into this world. For now, I will be known as Apep, The Gifter of Chaos. Like with a pig for part 2.

I started off pretty innocent, all things said. I'd made it all the way through college without getting high once, not even pot. My oldest brother was a serious stoner and dropped out of college, and I never wanted to hear my parents talk about me in the way they did about him. So I was a model child - straight As and drug-free. Right up until I was 23. I'd known I was kinky. My first sexual experiences was jerking off while smelling the undershirts and briefs of my uncles. I'd sneak in and steal jocks from the football locker room in high school. In college, I experimented more, and was 100% sure I was a submissive. I longed for a Dom, but was often too shy to do anything about it. Anyways, after graduating college and joining the "real world", I'd moved to Atlanta and started hooking up here and there. And on one particular Friday, I decided to make a fantasy of mine come true: I wanted to have a guy piss in me after coming. I got online and went to NKP and made a post. I was honest about things - what I was looking for, etc. I got a few responses from men who were definitely offering more than I was interested in, either by partying or they were poz or whatnot. I longed for the darkness they offered, but I wasn't there. I waited for something more my speed. It finally came in the response from a profile that could have been tailor made for me. Nice older black man, in his early 40s, muscular from work, and not a gym, negative and didn't mention drugs in his profile at all. Nick sounded perfect. "hey there, cutie. I see you're looking for something specific tonight". I replied that I was; it had been a fantasy of mine. We chatted a bit more, talking about my interests and limits. Yes, we could do bondage. Yes to oral. Yes that I while I didn't bareback, I knew I'd have to for this. And the big one, no, I didn't use any drugs. Nick said he was in, told me to get myself cleaned out and come over to his place about 8:30pm. I headed over and pulled into his driveway about 8:20. I texted him and he said to come on inside, the door was unlocked. He wanted me to strip and kneel when I got inside. I did so, and then Nick walked into the foyer. He was everything his profile showed and then some. I was smitten just seeing him walking towards me in nothing but a pair of well worn jeans. Nick had a smooth solid chest, tightly curled black hairs covering his chest, and I could see his pubes just above the waistline of his low-fitting jeans. Everything about Nick was my type. "Damn, you are one pretty little white boy," he drawled. His accent was much deeper than my own. "Um...thank you, Sir. Most men think I'm a little too femme." "No worries about that, boy. I like you girly ones even better." He was standing over me and I was shaking like a leaf looking up at him. "Don't be nervous. I can see you shaking. I'll make this good for you." Nick reached around and gathered my long hair up in his hand and held on. He started walking away, pulling on my hair and making me stumble forward on all fours and struggle to crawl behind him to keep up. "That's right, on your knees and trailing after me like a good boy. You was made for this." In the middle of Nick's living room he had a low ottoman and he led me over to it. "Lay your chest over it, boy, with your hands behind your back." I did as he told and he gathered up my wrists and I could feel the roughness of a jute rope wrapping around them and tying them together. "I like to use rope that leaves a mark, boy. This way you'll remember you were bound at my mercy for a few days later....every time you see these marks." I tried to adjust my wrists to get comfortable, "don't struggle too much boy or you'll sure to mark up your wrists and rub em raw. Make sure you can move and feel your fingers. I don't want them too tight." I did as told and let him know they were OK. "Now, lets get these shoes and jeans off". While I was draped over his stool, Nick went about undressing me from the waist down. I was wearing a cute pair of lacy purple thongs and Nick told me how sexy they were and how he was going to leave them on me. He settled back behind me and I sort of relaxed into the ottoman holding my weight, and Nick started rubbing my ass and my hole. I felt him dribble some lube on my crack and jumped at the coldness. "Settle down now!" Nick yelled at me and gave a powerful smack on my ass that had almost had me crying from the start. "I don't want to hear nothing from you, boy, while I work you open. You aren't nearly ready for my cock, so you shut the fuck up and give me your ass to open!" He brutally shoved 2 fingers in all the way to the knuckles right away. I yelped and got another heavy slap on my ass. "Do I need to gag you to shut you up?!"...."No, Sir....I'll be quiet and good." Nick played with my hole....2 fingers....and then a 3rd....then two fingers from each hand and pulling my hole apart. I struggled to keep quiet, because Nick was absolutely not going easy with any of it, but I did. I wanted his cock and piss inside me, and if I had to suffer a little to get it, I would. Working my hole with 3 fingers, I heard Nick lubing up something behind me...and I just assumed it was his cock. But next thing I know, he's moved to my side, has one hand holding my bound wrists in my back and holding me down. His fingers are stretching me wide as he fucks them in and out of me. "Now, faggot, you take this quietly, and don't tell me 'no' or to stop, and you'll get my piss inside you. You pussy out and cry or beg me to stop and I will, and I'll send your ass home." "Yes, Sir, I understand". With that, he removed his fingers and a few seconds later, I felt something hard and blunt pushing my hole. "This is bigger than my fingers, faggot, but you need to wear this to get ready for my cock. Take it like a good hole...like the good hole you said you are." I accepted the tip, but it flared large fairly quickly and started stretching me beyond what Nick had already prepped me for. He knew the moment when I began to struggle because his hand clamped tightly around my wrists and his entire arm held me in place. "Not a fucking sound from you, faggot!". He growled at me and applied more pressure. I was trembling underneath them and fighting to keep from crying out as he pushed it deeper....when I thought I was about to tear into, I felt it pop in, and my ass clinched up around it. "Such a good faggot. Stayed good and quiet, too". Nick was rubbing my back and down my over my ass...jostling the plug a little just because. He paused for a moment and wiped his hands on a towel he had ready, and moved around in front of me. He lifted my head and brushed the tears on my face away. "Here, take a few hit of these and relax....your hole knows it has what it wants and it'll accept it." Nick held an open bottle of poppers under my nose, and I did 4 deep inhales on his instruction....four on the left side and hold....then release....then 4 on the right side and hold....then release. By the time that last exhale the poppers were hitting me hard, and I could relax some around the large plug in my hole. I didn't think I'd ever had anything that big inside me. "You look so pretty, Chase, bent over my stool....wearing my ropes.....crying for me." It was the first time he'd said my name, and I felt like the best boy in the world. "Now, you said you could deep throat, right pretty boy?"...I nodded "Yes, Sir". He gave a low growl and said, "that's exactly what I wanted to hear. Here, have some more poppers and then I want to feel your throat around my cockhead."

My local Hawaiian mix bull came and wrecked my hole. It was gapping and he likes to edge and fuck my bladder so I ended up pissing all over myself. It’s been a long time since I pissed myself and so fucking hot. I then had plans to go hiking and viewing one of the beautiful botanical gardens we have here in Hawaii. When I got home, I got a message on Grindr from a verse friend of mine who I’ve been grooming to be a cumdump. “daddy, breed me with your nasty Asian cock, I wanna be your cheating whore.” He has a bf and loves cheating on him. I successfully groomed him over the year to be an anonymous cum dump now he can’t go back lol. He had a small window to fuck so I made a fast group on sniffles : 26 yo Asian Latino mix boy with fat ass taking any dick. Cheating on his BF - cum breed and fuck him up before he goes home to his BF. Well in less than 10 mins I get 5 guys lining up. Each guy eats his ass like it was a sweet melon. It was and I tried it too. He was blindfolded and each guy used him and bred him raw. No condoms and on a mission to breed this fucken cheatin cunt. The last one was a black military guy. Said.. “I’ll do you both as long as it’s dark and anon. I’ll be in uniform.” The bbc was in military uniform and had a 9” dick ready to fuck not just my friend but me too, “I wanna double dip. “ For the next 30 minutes we are being bang by a super hard bbc. We hear but can’t see him strip and first he eats the boy’s ass out and tastes the cum while he’s fingering my loose up fuck hole. I get first fuck as he doesn’t eat my hole but goes in raw with just a little spit. It’s hot as he goes in raw and nasty in my already used hole. He spends a good 10 mins wrecking me then fucks my friend, while his bf is calling and texting him where is he lol This goes on for 30 mins. Back and forth like the man had stamina! My friend is getting fuck and I urge the military guy to breed his cheating cunt. That seems to make guys cum faster. As he is deep into his second hole I keep it up with the verbal: “yeah breed his fucked cheating cubt before he goes home to his BF.” “Knock him up deep so your cum leaks out as he fucks his BF.” This sends him over the edge as he is pumping 10 pumps of black seed in my cheating friends ass… the bbc pulls out and his dick is coated with cum so I go down and clean him up. He puts on his army uniform and leaves. My cheating friend gets up, turns me around and says “Either I cum in you or you cum in me!” I can’t fuck so he turns me around and fucks my hole, he’s pent up and needs release. He’s not only a cheating hole but a cheating pole. I love corrupting younger guys with BFs and making them cumdumps.

Checking in with some positive news. I started epclusa (sofosbuvir/velpatasvir) treatment a month ago and at my first viral load test at the month mark and I'm already undetectable. My liver enzymes are also down to normal. This is all very impressive because my VL was in the high millions/ml and the liver enzymes (AST and ALT) on the 1000s, (now <40). This stuff works and even didn't get side effects from it. Need to keep taking pills for 2 months and then 3 months later the official viral load test to confirm the cure. As far as pricing goes even when my specialty pharmacy was quoting me 7k a month, it was $0 at checkout so I will not complain about that! (I think they autoapplied the gilead coupon). Will update later on..

Well Saturday night saw the Daddies (me, Steve and Hamish) plus the boys (Drew and Ryan) fuck and Seed Dwayne’s beefy arse. We stripped off and got Dwayne on his knees. We stood around him while he sucked our cocks. Fuck, I almost shot my load in his mouth - he’s a good cocksucker. I managed to hold off cuz I luv fucking his cum-filled hole. Steve insisted he was gunna fuck Dwayne first. He always usually goes near to last or last cuz he’s got the biggest cock but this time he wanted Dwayne’s hole to be real tight. I buried my face in Dwayne’s crack and spat on his hole working it up his chute with my tongue to get him real wet. At the same time Drew and Ryan were sucking Steve, taking his cock down their throats up to his balls to get him wet as fuck. When Steve’s cock nd Dwayne’s hole were sopping wet, Steve mounted Dwayne and slowly but forcefully penetrated him. All credit to Dwayne he took Steve’s cock up to the hilt with only a few whimpers. As soon as Steve was in up to his balls he started pumping and soon shot the first load into Dwayne. When he pulled out I buried my face in Dwayne’s arse again and tasted Steve’s sperm. Awesome. Then Drew and Ryan loaded Dwayne and Finally I fucked him and shot my load deep while Hamish gripped my balls tight. Hamish went last and fucked his big Scottish load into Dwayne. Dwayne’s hole looked amazing after taking a proper battering. Our sperm was gushing out of him. Hell, I had to eat out his arse again.

This situation is more common than you might have thought. Guys often advertise themselves as tops as a chance to get more attention online, at least that has been my experience. I don’t know why they feel the need to be dishonest, there are plenty of tops to go around, in my opinion. The other reason that seems to produce this sort of “change in position” preference is partying. That has been talked about a lot on this Forum, and I am convinced it has played a major part in why some tops suddenly decide they are bottoms…….

They want my dick there in less than an hour, that's a rush job and they gotta pay me more!

The local bath house has a 2x a month “ladies” night and I love to dress in slutty pvc and Chasity , did my hair and make up and went .. after settling in my room and getting ready I venture to the play area , a cute gurl is having a train run in her so I slide under and suck and play with her clit as she takes load after load , before long I am using the cum leaking down her tiny balls as lube to stroke her tiny cock , she finally cums and it splashes me in my tits . But there are 4 more guys to fuck so she takes it like a good girl , the last one had the biggest cock it had to be 9 -10 inches and as thick as a coke can , she had had enough and called it .. by now I am the defecto slut so .. I get on my knees and with 2 guys left I lay on my back , spread my legs and my painted fingers spread my hole the older guy before Mr big cock lasts all of 5 pumps and dumps his seed in my hole . ( god I love the feeling of a slick wet cunt ) next up was the big guy , I use a ten inch toy at him and know I can take him .. he slides in and goes to the hilt , and sees my locked clit and I felt it get harder .. as he let me get used to him he was slapping my locked balls and that drives me crazy soon he is thrusting away and I am stuffed as full as I have ever been , I am leaking cum and he tells me most girls can’t take his cock this long . He just keeps pummeling my hole and I am leaking like crazy , by now my moans and yelling fuck me like the slut I am has drawn a crowd .. and soon a 8incher is face fucking me , I hear someone say that must be good hole she is taking it like a champ as Mr big blows his load in my hole and with such force I can feel it .. he pulls out . The guy I was just sucking goes to my hole is gaping open and he shoves his 7incher in and I barely feel it .. before long he dumps his load in me , and I lost count . I think I may be a cumslut .. I need to get on prep

That would be problematic, because they don't mean anything close to the same thing.

Tommy was a little frazzled. The wedding was in a few days and though every detail was handled he still fretted. He was convinced if anything went wrong Zeke would change his mind and walk away. Zeke was such an incredible man and Tommy was just Tommy Zeke watched him work himself up over minor details with amusement and then when it had gone far enough he would step in, put his arms around his intended and talk him down off the edge of panic. It wasn’t that Zeke was not anxious too, he just didn’t sweat the details. Until Tommy said “I do” Zeke was afraid he would change his mind and walk away. Tommy was so special, so loving and Zeke was just Zeke. So Tommy needing him to calm him down soothed Zeke’s quieter fears as well, Their friends and family watched them both and shook their heads. Nothing short of act of god would keep these two apart and god liked them both apparently. But all soon to be married couples went through this to some degree, with the possible exception of Mike and Jeff who had married the day they met in person only having met online the day before. Mike, Jeff and family were staying at the estate helping where they could and staying out of the way when they couldn’t. Two days before the wedding Zeke approached Tommy who was sitting and talking to Jeff. “Could I see you in the library? There some papers you need to see and sign” Zeke said to Tommy “Ahh the prenup” Tommy half joked “I have been expecting something like this” “I got married without one and I’m just fine” Jeff said loftily To Tommy’s surprise Jeff rose and followed them after a nod from Zeke When they got into the library Tommy said “I understand you have to protect things and I trust you so I will sign whatever you feel I need to to protect your assets so I can't take half of everything you own if I dump you” in a light tone “It’s a little late for that” Jeff laughed “He already gave you half of everything including Ze-corp and this estate” “I started the paperwork just after the first of the year” Zeke said “Wait… what?” Tommy said confused as all the times Zeke had referred to his things as their things suddenly made sense “And how do YOU know about this?” he demanded of Jeff All the property deeds and stock transfers just finished going through” Jeff said ignoring him “And these papers say I get to keep it if I stay married to you?” Tommy said actually sounding hurt “You don’t need to bribe me to stay with you” Now Zeke looked hurt “I would never be with someone I thought I had to buy and if you think that about me” “KNOCK IT OFF” Jeff shouted then he glared at both of them. “You two are such idiots! You keep looking for reasons for the other not to love you! You both think you don’t deserve the other I can’t fucking wait for this wedding to be over so you two will finally BELIEVE you are worthy of love” Then in a calmer “I’m explaining something to an idiot” tone he said to Tommy “Zeke brought the papers to me because he knew you would not understand all the legal mumbo jumbo. He asked me to have my lawyers review then because he knew you would trust me when I told you what was in them. He isn’t giving you half of everything, he GAVE you half of everything. It’s already yours. If you marry him it’s yours. If you don’t marry him it’s yours. If you marry him then divorce him it’s yours. THAT’S how much he loves you! All these papers do is give him your permission to keep running things like he already was before he became only a 50% shareholder!” Tommy stared at Zeke “But I don’t have anything to give back I’m just me” he said Zeke walked to him and took him in his arms looking n his eyes as he said “When I met you my life was empty and I was teetering on the edge of darkness. You filled me with love and more. You didn’t banish my darkness or even judge it. You joined me in it but you kept one foot firmly planted in the light and let me cling to you.” and in a very un-Zekelike gestured he laid his head on Tommy’s shoulder holding tight “You honestly saved me from going mad. Zeke Evil was taking over. Now he’s just a persona I put on and can take off like a coat any time I want. Even more than that, You shared your family with me and led me back to my own family. You have given me so much more than I could ever repay” “Zeke Evil?” Jeff asked “I will explain later” Tommy muttered “Ugghhhhhh you two make Mike and I seem normal and boring! Drama Queens! Both of you! Will you just sign the bloody papers?” Tommy sat and signed where they told him The wedding of course went off without a hitch. Mike officiated as he had for Hank and Buzz “Do you pledge your life to each other, in good times and times of trouble, in times of health and sickness, in times of light and of darkness for as long as you both shall live?” He asked them each and received the customary “I do”s as Zeke and Tommy finally totally believed Later at the reception Tommy was stepping out to get a breath of fresh air and overheard a conversation near the entrance between two latecomers who had missed the ceremony and surprisingly knew both voices “You are not dropping out of college to be with me! I’m not worth that! You are so talented and beautiful. You can’t waste that” Dale said from just outside the doors, “I don’t want to be separated from you for months at a time!” said Alan’s quiet voice in reply Alan from his school? THAT Alan was Dale’s Alan? How the hell did they even meet? Tommy was dumbfounded “I can come visit you. You have to go back to school!” Dale insisted “You have the shop and you can’t keep dumping it on your mom, that's not fair” Alan said back At that point Tommy stepped through the doors “I might have a solution if you two want to listen” The two looked like a pair of kids caught stealing sweets as the turned to look at Tommy “Zeke and I are planning on coming here almost every weekend. It’s a lot easier when you have a helicopter. It takes just over half an hour We are going to fly out Friday nights and back early Monday mornings, We can land at our apartment and that’s only a two block walk to school the copter seats up to five so…” Tommy offered Alan blushed seeing Tommy who asked casually “How did you two even meet by the way?” He just had to hear this story “You may not be so generous when we tell you” Alan said blushing deeper. He then explained his obsession with Tommy the previous year. How he had driven here when he saw Tommy’s wedding announcement and how Dale had stopped him before he did anything stupid “Well…” Tommy said his thoughts adjusting quickly “First of all I am flattered and all you really did was steal some towels. I’m not sure we should tell Zeke about this though” “Too late” came the “Zeke Evil” voice from just inside the door Zeke stepped out so handsome in his tux and drew himself up to his full height looking down at the shrinking Alan “I” Zeke said and paused for dramatic effect “am going to send you a bill for those towels young man!” Tommy let out an explosive breath and glared at Zeke “You… Are… Just… So… Wrong!” he said and all four laughed Then Dale said “I know it’s your big day but all the family is in one place and I have something I need to tell them and they have someone they need to meet” he said looking at Alan with his heart in his eyes “We would be thrilled to let you steal a little of our thunder if you are truly ready for this Dale” Tommy said Dale nodded "It's now or never" Tommy put a hand on his shoulder “I am so proud of you and I know Jeff feels the same way. We will be here for you” he said Zeke and Tommy stepped through the doors and raised their hands to get everyone’s attention “There is someone here who has something to tell you” Tommy said They stepped apart and Dale came forward to a few dark mutters “First of all” he said “I want to apologize to all of you. I know I have tried your patience over the years and what I said about Tommy and Zeke was inexcusable” “It’s forgiven and forgotten” Tommy said looking sternly at those who had muttered “I have been an asshole, always taking out my anger on others but someone has come along to teach me how to love and I’m not angry anymore” He said reaches his hand back towards the door Alan came forward and took his hand “Everyone, this is Alan, my lover” he said in a shaking voice Silence Then Dale surprised them all even more. Pulling a small black box out of his suit pocket he sank to one knee still holding Alan’s hand. opened the box to show him a set of rings and said “Alan, ny world was a dismal, gray place before you came. I could not even admit who I was to myself. You brought me color and light. Now I know who I am and who I want to be. I want to be your husband. Will you marry me?” “Yes” Alan said through tears nodding quickly There was a general cheer as they slipped the rings onto each other’s fingers Dale faced everyone again and said loudly “Correction: This is my fiancé Alan!” Jeff came up and whispered in Tommy’s ear “That’s cousin Dale for you. Always disrupting things” but there was happiness in his voice as he went to congratulate his cousin Jeff sternly asked as he stepped up onto the stage later “Ok! Any more cousins ready to come out of the closet? We don’t have all day!” to a loud laugh from everyone then he and Mike sang “Heartsong” together for the first dance, Zeke and Tommy gliding across the floor gracefully in a special dance Stefan had choreographed just for them that started like a waltz but quickly became a flowing expression of their love reminding everyone that they both had studied dance for years. It was their party and they would show off if they wanted to The party lasted late into the night as they had many reasons to celebrate **************************** On the higher plane Ezekiel and Gabriel celebrated as well. Zeke and Tommy’s wedding would open so many wonderful possibilities and end so many that led to destruction not just for out happy couple but for the entire world. Their troubles were not over but things were looking even brighter ********************************************************************** I hope you are enjoying Zeke’s tales. Let me know what you think Next Chapter: Zeek and Tommy’s Excellent Honeymoon Scanbu

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 4 I followed Mike down the hallway, watching those muscled glutes framed in the black straps of his jock move with every step he took. I realized the extent of Mike’s therapy... He was a two totally different men in that hard body. On we went... instinctively walking down the long corridor until we reached the door. I was expecting him to open it, but he turned and started to inspect me... his fingers roamed over my body until they slipped inside me. I inhaled deeply... my skin now on fire from the meth clouds I had been fed. “Fuck yeh...” Grunting in approval, he tightened my harness... my pecs now pushed up and out even more... He moved to face me and smiled, cupping my pecs with both hands. “Sam...” he whispered, taking my tit in his mouth and biting. I groaned at the pleasure in my tit vibrating through my pecs and concentrating in my cunt. Slowly, he chewed on it until I couldn't take it any longer. I fell to my knees. My tit now throbbing, I looked up into Mike’s slightly dilated eyes staring down at me. All I could do was beg as blood rushed back into my tit... “Please...” He nodded and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a leash he connected to my collar. I groaned at the need to serve filling my mind... “Oh fuck, yeh!” I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall... I turned and saw Bry leading his leashed sub towards me. Shoving his cock into the sub’s mouth and using it like a cunt, he growled... “You look good like that, bro. I only wish I could have collared and led you out the shed away from your fucking dad that night.” “Fuck yeh! Bry! I would have left with you. Why didn’t you...” I moaned, seeing the sub’s dripping fat cock jutting up and over the waistband of his jock. I stayed there... watching Bry’s thick cock disappear into the hungry mouth with every thrust. "Fuck, bro... You weren’t ready.” he grunted, shoving his steel-hard cock into the sub’s smooth cunt. “What do you mean... not ready?” I moaned, carefully studying the sub taking my best friend’s cock. My eyes settled on the ripped sub... the sight of the perfect arch of his back... The words ‘present cunt’ came rushing to me. I knew what I had to do. I was going to transform my body into that. “Yep, bro... you’re gonna be beautiful...” Bry snarled, taking the fucking to a new level. “Fuuck me,” I groaned, watching the sub starting to push back onto Bry’s cock to meet every thrust. Like a beacon, the sounds of the savage rutting drew the others. We were again surrounded by the leathered gods watching Bry take what was his. With every thrust, his cock invaded the well-trained cuntboy. Then I heard it... the same sound I heard that night in the shed come out of Bry’s mouth as he shot his thick load. “Goddamn fuck!” A roar of approval filled the hallway. Immediately, the sub moved off Bry’s cock and took it into his mouth. “Fuck yeh!” I growled, watching the sub on Bry’s cock... “Clean it!” “You’re learning, bro.” Bry chuckled, "But there’s one more thing... this one here needs to learn the one thing that you’ve never needed to learn.” “What do you mean, bro?” I nervously asked. “Fuck bro... I saw you looking at my cock when we had to take a piss. At first, I thought it was just about my cock... Now you know I didn’t mind... but shit... Fuck, you paid more attention to it when I was pissing.” he laughed, stroking his sub’s cheeks. “Bry...” “S’ok, bro,” he said, looking down at the sub still on his cock. “It’s part of you... and it’ll be part of this one, too.” he growled, holding the sub’s head tightly and releasing his piss. “Goddamn yeh!” I moaned, watching the sub’s throat muscles tense as he drank from my best friend’s cock. Releasing the sub, Bry pushed him forward without a word. The sub made his way to me... Leaning in, he whispered in my ear... “You’re on your way.” he said, motioning to the door before our lips met. I felt Bry’s piss steaming into my mouth... Craving it, I swallowed the ever-increasing flow. ‘But how,’ I thought... Suddenly, I could feel a cock in my mouth and my lips wrapped around it. I realized it was Mike’s... He was feeding me his chemmed-up piss. Lifting my eyes to his, I encouraged him to feed me... I held on tightly to his hips and took his entire cock. He quietly moaned as he stroked my cheeks... “Fuck, Sam, not just some messed up kid.” With his bladder finally empty, he pulled out of my mouth. I stayed there on my knees watching him approach the door and knock three times. Hearing no response, he took my leash, opened the door and led me into the room. As the door was closed and locked behind me, I looked to the center of the dimly lit room but struggled to see anything. Mike was moving behind me and the lights brightened until I was able to see another leather god standing in the middle of the room between two slings hanging side by side from the ceiling. I fell back at the now familiar sight... “Aww, fuck!” Doc stood there... booted legs apart, wearing a pair of skin-tight chaps bulging from around his muscled legs sitting below his sculpted abs... his ringed tits sparkled on his harnessed pecs. Taking in the thick leather band encircling Doc’s left bicep, my hand moved to my right bicep to feel the leather band. “Serve...” I thought. My eyes went down to the long black leather gauntlets encasing his arms before moving to his crotch. His semi-hard cock and full sac was surrounded by a thick metal band pushing them forward. I sighed, seeing him kitted out in the same gear as Bry. “Fuck yeh, serve...” “Yeah, boy... you will.” He picked up a packed pipe and handed it to me. Taking the pipe, I held it in my mouth while Mike knelt and lit the bowl. I inhaled deeply... wanting to fill my lungs with the thick meth cloud. Feeling the effects, I turned to Mike and leaned in to release it... “Fucking gonna serve...” I growled. “Serve...” Mike moaned, taking it deep into his lungs. Doc remained standing there watching us feed on each other until the last of the shards were gone. Dropping the pipe, Mike moved in and kissed me... our tongues invading each other’s mouth. My body was on fire... every touch of Mike’s hands on me burned. I reached out to explore his hard body... feeling his smooth muscled torso... with my fingertips. “So fuckin sexy...” I moaned, breaking from our kiss. “Fucking better than a thesis.” he whispered softly in my ear. “What?!” I whispered back, startled at what he just said. “Shh...” he mumbled and kissed me again. Doc chuckled, seeing the effects we had on each other. “Good boys, it’s time.” Immediately, we stopped what we were doing and faced him. Without another word, Mike stood and pulled on my leash... leading me to the leather covered fuck bench. I quickly got into position... face down, my cunt exposed and vulnerable... as Mike fastened my ankles first. Moving up my legs, I felt Mike’s hand run against my cunt before moving to my wrists. He bent down and smiled... “Shit Sam, I’m gonna have more of that hot cunt later when we’re alone...” he winked, securing the other wrist and signaling Doc I was ready. “Shit yeh, fuck me.” I begged, feeling Doc’s fingers examining my cunt. “Yes, boy...” Doc chuckled, placing two fingers inside me while motioning to Mike. I moaned... feeling Doc’s fingers expanding and contracting... stretching me out. My cunt now ached... wanting to be filled. Looking up, I saw Mike approach and stand in front of me... his jock gone. His ringed cock now hard and jutting from his smooth crotch. In his hand he held a syringe... I knew what that meant... I slowly growled, wanting it. “Mmmmm, yes...” Wrapping a tourniquet around my bicep, he prepped my arm. “Please!” “Yeah?” Mike quietly snickered. I nodded... Mike placed the needle at my bulging vein and expertly slipped it in and drew blood. “Fuck Sam, I didn’t know...” he whispered, pushing the chems into me. Releasing the tourniquet, Mike stood in front of me... his cock now within reach of my mouth. I growled and closed my eyes, feeling the chems rushing through my body as Doc took a long thick black dildo and began fucking me. “Goddamn it!” I slipped my lips over the Mike’s cock and teased it with my tongue. Feeling Mike’s hand on the back of my head, I ran my tongue along the underside of the shaft going down my throat. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Mike carefully studying my reaction to the thrusting of his cock into my mouth. “Mmmhmmm...” I whimpered, acknowledging our secret. Seeing our interaction, Doc laughed and slipped the dildo deeper inside me and began pumping... it was inflatable! I gasped as it began to expand and spread my cunt lips wider. Mike’s thrusts began to increase until I felt his cock explode in the back of my throat and release a torrent of cum I greedily swallowed. My moans on the Mike’s deflating cock filled the room as the thickness of the dildo expanded in me. Looking up into Mike’s eyes, he smiled and released his piss and filled my mouth. I was loving it... The piss kept coming and I gulped it down, wanting every last fucking drop. Mike just stood there... watching me take it. Feeling the stream slow, he pulled out and showered me with the last few spurts of piss. Mike quietly growled, licking up the piss and sweat dripping from my face... “Fucking love, it, bro.” “AWWW FUCK!” I hissed, feeling Doc’s cock slide across the fattened dildo and spread me open hard and fast. “Do it!” My head went back from the pain. Mike reach for my tits with a sadistic smile and gripped them tightly. He started twisting and rolling them between his fingertips. “Fucking harder!” I begged, arching my back to take all of Doc. All I could think of was making Doc feel good and that did it... Doc’s cock hit my prostate and rolling waves of heat surrounded it. “Shit yes, boy... take it all!” Doc yelled out, pounding and pushing me forward into Mike’s tightly gripping hands. Holding onto my harness, Doc continued railing into me... pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the root. Mike just stood there, my tits in his hands. My eyes stayed on him... “Fuck yeh! Harder!” I kept begging Mike... feeling the pain in my cunt tighten even more around Doc. Doc’s breathing became hard, taking deep breaths with every thrust. Then I felt it... his cock expanding inside my cunt. “Mutherfuucckkk!” he yelled, his body shaking from the flood of cum pumping into me before falling on my back. Doc stayed in me as my tits continued to be tortured... the pain causing me to grip on the deflating cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out. He stood there, holding his spent cock... a drop of cum visible in his piss slit. “Release him!” Doc snarled. Without a second thought, Mike released my tits and scrambled to free me from the bench. Finally set free, we both dropped in front of Doc’s slimy cock and cleaned it... our tongues fought for the slimy contents of my cunt until there was nothing left but our spit. I knew what was next... I looked up into Doc’s eyes and whimpered, wanting to taste Doc’s piss. Doc stood above us with a steel-hard gaze and grabbed my jaw, forcing it open and steaming hot piss rushed from his cock slit. The first rush hit my chin and then rose to my open mouth. “AWWW Fuck!” I moaned, trying to swallow. Remembering Mike next to me, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled under the piss stream still coming from Doc. Doc laughed... “Fuckers... you want to share don’t you.” We started nodding and moaning, letting him know it was true. At that moment, Mike and I were bonded... No matter what’s happened between us, we served Doc. Doc stood back and his piss started covering both of us, spraying our bodies. The hot piss rushed down, glazing us in a bright sheen as it gathered around us on the floor. I was hypnotized, watching it drip over Mike’s smooth muscled body. We started rubbing and wiping the piss with our hands over each other. When the last drops finally dripped from Doc’s cock, he stepped back... “Goddamn sweet piss boys... clean yourselves up.” We happily started lapping the piss off each other... our tongues covering each other’s bodies and exploring every nook and cranny. Moving to my ear, Mike licked the drop on my earlobe and whispered... “Shit Sam... I’m definitely gonna remember this.” I moaned, taking his head in both my hands and kissed him. Again, we went at it... tongues plunging into each other’s mouth to taste Doc’s piss. We couldn’t get enough of each other. As we kissed, I could feel my bladder signaling a need to release. I pulled off Mike and smiled... “Bro, I gotta piss.” Mike growled... Moving to my cock, he opened up and I put my cockhead on his outstretched tongue. As soon as it hit it, his thirsty mouth moved to surround the head... My chemmed piss gushed out. I could hear Mike’s frantic gulping and I realized this was Mike’s first time drinking piss. I laughed, looking down at Mike watching me... “No fucking way! Really!?” All he could do was give me a slight nod... It seemed like I was releasing gallons into his willing mouth. He was drinking as fast he could, but my piss was building up and pouring out over his chin. “All of it, boy!” Doc ordered, clearly impressed with Mike’s new kink. Mike moved forward to take my whole cock until I felt his lips against my crotch. At this point, I could see him struggling to take it down and could hear each gulp he took. As the stream started to slow, he started to relax and pulled back to taste the last remaining drops. Rising, his lips met mine... giving me a taste of my own piss. “Fuck! I needed that!” he murmured, trying to make sure Doc couldn’t hear. “All right, boy... in the sling,” Doc ordered. I don’t know how but Mike and I knew which one he was talking to. Mike quickly positioned himself and I moved to lock him in. I heard Mike groaning and turned to Doc... his arms now encased in long black rubber gloves. “Do it,” Doc ordered. Without questioning, I grabbed a filled rig and alcohol pad on the nearby table. I walked over to Mike and stood there for a minute before he smiled. I nodded, fastening the rubber strap around his bicep and prepped his inner arm... Holding the rig in my hand, my body began to tremble slightly as the needle met his vein. “Remember, boy...” I heard Doc tell me. New memories rushed into my mind... I knew what to do... I had done this before. “Holy shit, bro... I remember.” I laughed and expertly slipped it into Mike. I released the tourniquet and stepped back as the dose rushed through him. I could see him turn his face to me and growl through his clenched teeth... “Goddamn Sam...” With a motion of his hand, Doc called me over... I obeyed... Grabbing a stool, I placed it between the two slings and took a step back to watch. Placing a tub of lube on the stool, he plunged his hand into its white contents... “Good boy... watch.” he told me. His fingers caressed his twitching cuntlips and slowly pushed more and more of his fingers inside. With his body now writhing, Doc’s slicked hand disappeared into him. My eyes widened watching Mike take a fist. I could see the hunger and desire in his face... he was being stretched open... Doc started to easily pull his hand back and forth... each time a bit further out of Mike’s cunt. It was obvious he’d done this before! The fisting grew more intense... I could see the sling now swinging back and forth causing Mike to slide further onto Doc’s hairy forearm. “Fucking cunt.” I moaned and closed my eyes... I felt a strong rubbered hand grip my shoulder. I opened my eyes and turned to Bry, now standing next to me. “Look bro... fucking pig is leaking.” It was true... Mike’s cock was releasing a clear rivulet of precum forming a puddle on the floor underneath him. Bry gripped my shoulder again and took a bit of the precum with his fingers and fed it to me. “Fuck, yeh!” I moaned, tasting the precum and sucking on Bry’s fingers. My emotions at this moment were overwhelming and I fell into his arms and started crying. “Fuck Bry! Why didn’t you say anything to me that night? If you had only asked me to come with you, I would’ve!” I felt Bry easily lift me up and drop me into the empty sling... “Let’s do it...” he growled, securing me to the chains and pulling on a cord on the wall. “Oh... fuck!” I moaned. A black cloth dropped to reveal a mirror above me reflecting my glistening sweaty body. I watched as Bry slipped a hand into the lube. Spreading the lube on my cunt with his now slick hand, he started teasing it... “God damn, bro... that is one hungry cunt!” he growled, leaning in and kissing me. I moaned, feeling him at my cunt while we were locked in a passionate kiss. “Fucking pig... you’re loving it.” he smiled, giving me a final peck to concentrate on my cunt. He did this for a while... him playing with my cunt. Then slowly he slipped a finger inside. My eyes opened wide as my cunt heated up. My head flew back, and I exhaled deeply... “Fuuuuuck!” “You want me to stop, bro?” “Fuck no, bro!” I barked back, not wanting it to stop. “Good boy...” Bry grunted, slipping a second one in and finger fucking me. “Your slammed up cunt is getting a second dose.” My head was spinning but I loved it. With two fingers inside me, Bry opened them up and stretched me out... he was preparing me. I could feel him spreading more lube on my cunt and a third finger entered and opened me up even more... “Fuck yeh, more please!” I begged as the meth in the lube hit my bloodstream. Growling, Bry took it up a notch and slipped a fourth finger in and spread my insides to a point I didn’t think was possible. All I cared about was Bry’s hand working its way deeper inside me. My body burned with desire to be opened up. I could feel his fingers going deeper into me with every thrust until... at last... Bry took full control as his thumb came together with his fingers. He started rotating into me until I felt his entire hand slide in. I closed my eyes at the immense fullness in my cunt... “Motherfuuuuuck, bro! I never knew!” I cried out, having my best friend inside of me. “Fucking proud of you, bro!” Bry growled, feeling my cuntlips surrounding his wrist with his long fingers exploring my cunt. “Looks like you’re where you belong.” “Mmmmm... yeh... where I belong...” I moaned, looking up at the leather god who now owned me. “Yes boy, right where you belong...” Doc smiled, his hand firmly in my cunt. “Yeh Doc... more please.” I mumbled incoherently, realizing where I was. I looked up into the mirror reflecting both slings. Doc was between Mike and me... a hand in each of us. “Fist me, Doc!” I begged, wanting to feel everything the muscled boy next to me was experiencing. “Of course, boy.” Doc chuckled... somehow knowing what I was thinking. I began to wonder how, but then I felt Doc’s hand begin to work its magic in me and I didn’t care. I tried to wriggle myself down to feel his fist deeper inside me as he began to thrust deeper... slowly at first but then he began to speed up... “Shit yeh, Doc... so good!” Every once in a while, he’d push into both of us a little harder or at a different angle after slipping more of the potent lube into our cunts. Mike and I kept our eyes fixed on each other in the mirror, watching each other easily take a fist. The only sound coming out of the three of us were the moans and grunts as Doc punched and rolled his fists into our cunts. I could see Doc was deep inside Mike and driving his arm further inside. I knew there was no way I could take that. My cunt began to clamp down... trying to prevent the fist from going deeper. Noticing this, Doc slowed down and started to expand his fingers... “Goddammit! YEH!” I cried out, feeling his fingertips rubbing against the walls of my cunt. Doc continued slowly working on my cunt, but his fist was deep inside Mike... driving it deeper and deeper inside him. My cunt began to throb around Doc’s fist as I watched Mike’s cunt loosening up around Doc’s invading arm in what must have been new depths... I could see Mike’s body tremble and stiffen... not being able to take a deep breath. He started panting from the pleasure surging thorough his body until he let out a loud cry and fell back on the sweat covered sling... “Oh fuuck... yes... FIST!” he moaned, sweat pouring off his body. With his fist and forearm still in Mike, Doc began to laugh at hearing him so clearly express himself after his first cunt orgasm. That’s it boy... you’re integrating, aren’t you... tell me the truth. You’re remembering.” Doc chuckled, stretching out his hand and fingering the slimy walls of his cunt. “Remember everything...” Mike stared at his reflection in the mirror as the fingers thumped inside him... I could see he was reliving every moment that he had still blocked out... remembering his training... how his body was transformed... the hair removal... the piercing... the years of service to Doc. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out... “Fuck! Yes! I remember everything!” Doc smiled and pulled completely out of our cunts and undid our restraints. Carefully, he lifted us out of the slings. Mike and I stood there, holding on to each other to steady ourselves. “You thought I didn’t know, did you, boys.” he said, standing there smiling... his gloved arms dripping with lube and our juices. Mike stood there trembling, finally remembering that he was there when Doc began my training... “Sam, I’m sorry!” I didn’t know what to say... I was still in shock at what was happening and looked to Doc... “Remember...” he said, looking straight into my eyes and giving me my trigger. “Oh, shit!” I blurted out... remembering the last bit of memories that Doc had blocked from my mind. Mike and I looked at each other in shock... It was true... I was supposed to help unblock Mike’s memories of serving Doc. My brain started processing it. I ran to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. Turning, I saw myself as if for the first time in the mirror covering the far wall. Stepping to it, I stared at myself... From the beginning, I had been trained to do it. Doc had turned me into the collared leather gear pig standing before me. I knew I couldn’t go back. Worse, I didn’t want to go back... this was who I was! But everything I had done was under Doc’s control. I didn’t understand. Was I just some fucked up kid Doc used to get the one he really wanted? What the fuck was going to happen to me? Doc quickly came up behind me and turned me to face him. “It’s ok, boy.” he told me, wiping the tears from my face. “You’re safe... you aren’t going anywhere. And don’t worry, you’ll never have to see your dad, again.” “Yeh, Doc?” I asked, not really believing him. “Yeah, Sam... you’re staying here.” Mike said, walking up behind me. I turned to face him... seeing the complete man. I sighed and hugged him. We stood like that for a minute... my chin on his strong shoulders. That’s when I saw him... Bry stood at the open doorway with his collared sub at his side... hard cock drpping standing straight up. “Fuck bro... you’re ready!” he growled, and they turned to leave. I wanted to say something, but Mike took my face in my hands, and we started to kiss like long lost lovers. I could hear their heavy footsteps grow dimmer, and I heard the last part Bry said... “You’re free, bro... free from your dad. Have at...” “Boys....” Doc chuckled, interrupting our make-out session. Turning, we saw Doc sitting in his leather chair... His legs stretched wide, framing his hard cock. In his hand, he held a freshly packed pipe. Mike and I turned to each other and smiled. We dropped to the floor and crawled to him. At his feet, we both sat back on our haunches and waited. Doc lit the pipe and took a deep hit. We both moaned watching Doc’s pecs rise as the cloud filled his lungs. Exhaling, he motioned Mike to approach. Mike took the pipe and took a deep hit and fell back. “Boy...” Doc exhaled, teasing me with the pipe. “Fuck yeh, Doc!” I growled. I went for the pipe as soon I got between Doc’s thighs, but he pulled it away. I looked up into his eyes wondering what I did wrong. “You didn’t do anything wrong, boy,” he said, grabbing my chin, placing the at my mouth. “Feed.” Wrapping my lips around the warm stem, I took a deep breath of clouds and filled my lungs to capacity. Finally realizing this is where I was meant to be all along, I looked up to Doc and smiled. Grabbing my face with both his hands, he leaned into my ear and whispered... “Remember boy... remember everything...” “Fuck Doc!” I moaned, turning to Mike and fed the thick cloud into his waiting mouth... “I do now, Doc. I remember everything...” The End

Chapter 3 Who's Who: - Caleb: main character, 18 y/o senior at St. Denis High School with a strong interest in messaging strangers on sex apps. - Mr. Sanchez: teacher who caught Caleb jacking off in the school bathroom during class while cruising sex apps; threatened to turn Caleb in to the principal if Caleb didn't satisfy Mr. Sanchez's big dick. - Mr. Jacobs: the old math teacher who added his raw load to Caleb's hole between classes after finding out from Mr. Sanchez that Caleb is a little fuckslut. * * * Fourth period came and went. Caleb was feeling increasingly nervous — and a bit excited — with the swift approach of his lunchtime follow-up with Mr. Sanchez. The student's cum-slick ass crack and the teachers' cum loads sloshing inside his anal cavity had prevented Caleb from focusing during the intervening class periods. What did keep his attention was the effort to remember the feeling of Mr. Sanchez's thick, raw dick pressing into his soft insides that morning. Caleb wished Mr. Sanchez had not confiscated his phone so that Caleb could message one of his hookup contacts the salacious details. Alas, the story would have to wait until Caleb could secure the return of his phone during lunch. Fifth period biology, his least favorite subject, was next. Caleb made his way into Mr. Park's biology class where his classmates were already offloading the heft of their overstuffed bookbags onto the workbenches. Projected on the screen at the front of the class was the topic and learning objectives for the day, which read: "Today we will explore the structure and function of DNA. Students will explore DNA's physical characteristics by isolating samples from their own bodies. Students will have the opportunity to understand the role that DNA plays in the human body and to understand DNA's physical characteristics." "Caleb!," Mr. Park's ever-jubilant voice came from behind. "I hear from Mr. Jacobs that you got a head start on today's lesson!" Mr. Park laughed at his own comment as Caleb's eyes turned to meet his teacher's. "Mr. Jacobs?," Caleb responded, wondering whether the question was accidentally too apropos. "Indeed, indeed. He tells me you brought some DNA samples that we might be able to assay today for our lesson." If Mr. Park's eyebrows could have lifted any higher, they would have escaped his face. Ambiguous though the references were on the surface, Caleb felt a surge of anxiousness. Mr. Park had thrust Caleb into a chess match of innuendo which threatened a verbal checkmate in just a few rather inelegantly direct moves. How was Caleb to respond with so many of his peers around? And furthermore, why was it starting to seem like every last one of his male teachers knew about the raw cocks that had spewn ejaculate into Caleb's rectum that morning? "Yes, I brought them," Caleb replied, considering each word as it left his lips. He took a brief pause to calculate what followed. "There's a slight issue though. The container has a hole, and I'm worried there's been some leakage." His desire to steer away from the hidden meaning that Mr. Park was so publicly flaunting had only driven Caleb nearer to the precipice of revelation. Mr. Park appeared bemused by Caleb's apparent, if veiled, confession. "I must say, such sloppiness does not seem characteristic of you, but the good news is there is no hole that Mr. Park can't fill." Caleb wondered whether his biology teacher had lost sight of the infamous sensitivity of high schoolers to sexual double entendre. Sloppiness, indeed. The laughter from around the room made Caleb acutely aware that the conversation with Mr. Park was now a spectacle. "Class!," Mr. Park needlessly summoned the attention that he already held, "I'm going to have you start working on the reflection prompt on the screen while I step out to help Caleb with something." Caleb's face felt warm as he followed Mr. Park out of the classroom. They rounded the corner into one of the central campus hallways before Mr. Park spoke again. "Mr. Jacobs tells me you are quite the little whore." Mr. Park's sudden directness caught Caleb by surprise. Caleb's cock stirred as he looked around to make sure no one had been in earshot. The biology teacher continued, "I have to applaud you for that oblique reference to your cummy hole that you made just now in front of your classmates." Mr. Park looked sideways at Caleb and smiled knowingly. "Your slutty profiles on all the hookup apps that you're always logged into have really captured the male faculty's attention, you know." Caleb felt a warm excitement swelling in him. The biology teacher continued, "Surely a smart student like you understands what an exceptional provocation it is to stay logged into location-based hookup apps during the school day with a profile headline like, 'Pussyboy for use.'" Breaking for a moment from the rousing implications of Mr. Park's comments, Caleb noticed further down the hallway the towering, broad-shouldered figure of a man leaning in a doorway. It was not an entry to a classroom, but rather one of the many normally closed doors that lead to a windowless room of which the general student populace knew very little. Because these various doorways opened into neither classrooms nor study spaces and given that they did not serve one of the several disciplinary or resource-gathering functions typical of an educational institution, most students bore only a passing awareness of them. Had any enterprising student endeavored to inventory all the many closed entries to these rooms of ambiguous function that perforated the St. Denis campus, they may have chanced upon a discovery that would have been at once mundane and extraordinary, for these ill-understood spaces far outnumbered their counterparts of known function. Surely they could not all be supply closets and back entries to faculty offices. Mr. Park, mistaking Caleb's momentary silence for embarrassment, offered, "There's really no need to feel self-conscious that we've all seen your profiles, you know. You will soon find that an ambitious young slut like you can really make the most out of what St. Denis has to offer. To be totally forthright with you, Caleb, I would be shocked if you didn't get off on the idea of being the campus fleshlight." Caleb's cock swelled against his jeans. The obscured figure down the hallway was now much closer. As Caleb and Mr. Park approached, Caleb was able to perceive the uniquely defined musculature of the head custodian, Mr. Martin, who was staring Caleb directly in the face. Caleb locked eyes with Mr. Martin, whose gaze was both stern and ravenous. Caleb could never quite tell if the head custodian was angry or just an unaccommodating sort who dispensed with pleasantries and the feigned interest that the rest of the administrative staff had perfected. Only now did Caleb realize that Mr. Martin's thick right arm was plunged deep into his pants where he was fondling himself rather aggressively. As they came into conversational distance, Mr. Park nodded in acknowledgement at the custodian, stating cordially, "Mr. Martin." The head custodian said nothing in return and instead, looked Caleb up and down. Undeterred by their proximity and Mr. Park's greeting, the muscular hulk of a custodian rubbed his unseen cock under his pants with abandon. At once unsettled and transfixed, Caleb could not take his eyes off Mr. Martin's self-pleasuring in the openness of one of the main campus hallways. After Mr. Park and his transfixed student had walked past the crotch-fondling head custodian, Mr. Park resumed in a hushed tone, "Between you and me, I wouldn't let Mr. Martin slide up inside you without a pharmacy's supply of antibiotics in the medicine cabinet at home. I would be shocked if that man has ever set foot in a clinic." Caleb's heartbeat quickened and his throat felt tight. For the first time that day, Caleb felt that he was in over his head. And yet, there was no mistaking that he found the shocking visual of the head custodian fondling himself so openly on school property combined with the details Mr. Park was imparting to be thrilling. Caleb felt like he ought to be repulsed. The biology teacher came to a stop and turned toward one of the many ill-understood doorways along the hall. After passing a keycard over an access reader, he pulled the door open for Caleb, who entered cautiously, unsure of what precisely he was to do. "Head all the way in," Mr. Park offered. Caleb proceeded down the dimly lit passageway before him until he found himself in a room filled with elaborate lighting and camera equipment. Before he could take in the full scene, Caleb felt the warmth of lips kissing his neck from behind. The abruptness of it was startling, but Caleb maintained his composure and acquiesced. The kissing continued up the young man's neck toward his ear, as Caleb felt a hand maneuvering its way past the waist of Caleb's pants and en route to his ass crack. There was a tenderness and gentle pacing in the neck kisses that seemed to serve as a cover for the brusqueness of the wandering hand, which had found its way between Caleb's ass cheeks. It was clear that Mr. Park's hand was not waiting for the student's permission to proceed to the cum-soaked hole at the center. Caleb pushed his pelvis back slightly to make access to his cum-fragrant underside easier. A finger pressed firmly against his hole and steadily progressed inside as Caleb whimpered -- as much in ecstasy as surprise. "You like carrying your teacher's cum around inside you, slut?" Caleb's eyes widened as he realized the man's voice behind him was not that of Mr. Park's. Who was this stranger kissing his neck while sliding a digit inside Caleb's warm, cum-soaked rectum? Where had Mr. Park gone? Caleb tried not to let his shock force his asshole to constrict around the finger working itself deeper into his pre-fucked underside. "Shhhh…. Keep looking straight ahead. Don't turn around. Do you understand?" Whose voice was this? Caleb couldn't place it. He felt his heart pounding against his rib cage. "Yes, sir," Caleb replied softly. A second finger slid confidently into the young student's anal opening. The moistness of the cum inside was more than adequate lubrication for the stranger's fingers. Remembering Mr. Sanchez's demand from earlier, Caleb tried to maintain enough tension in his hole to keep the cum from leaking out. It was a difficult balance to also not fully grip the two fingers that were now fully inside him. The stranger swirled his fingers in the cum juices inside Caleb's rectum and then pulled them out with a measured slowness. The cum-soaked fingers presented themselves under the student's nose. "Clean those off, pussyboy." Caleb sucked down the dripping ejaculate. As he swallowed, Caleb cast his eyes downward. A cum-slicked, thick black wedding band glistened. The young man savored the taste and fragrance of the cum as he sucked the strange man's fingers clean. The task complete, the hand withdrew. "Drop your pants and spread your ass cheeks for me. If I catch you turning around, I'll have you expelled faster than it takes Mr. Jacobs to cum." Caleb heard a zipper being undone. "Now, show me this cum-filled teen pussy everyone is talking about." Caleb complied, dropping his pants to his heels and leaning forward slightly. The young man pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart as he wondered if Mr. Park was watching all this transpire in silence. Caleb had been certain that the footsteps that had followed behind him down the short hallway and into this windowless room had been those of his biology teacher, but the way that the stranger had just appeared behind Caleb in the place where he had assumed Mr. Park to be made the young high school student question his senses. It was as though the strange man had stolen the very sound of the biology teacher's footsteps. To have done so in such a small, noiseless space seemed rehearsed. All Caleb could hear in that moment were the sounds of fabric moving against fabric. The stranger was summoning his manhood to the surface. Caleb felt the warm soft head of the strange man's cock come into contact with his cum-moistened hole, pressing firmly enough to just part Caleb's cummy ass lips without proceeding further. The man's hand grasped Caleb between the shoulder and the neck. "I bet you've never been raw fucked by someone you don't even know." Caleb recalled all the times that he had fantasized about being passed around by a group of masked men with enormous cocks in the woods or an alleyway or behind the supermarket. It was a fantasy that he had had since he had watched his first gay porn. Never, though, did he imagine anything quite like this. "No," Caleb replied as the stranger's raw cockhead pressed a few centimeters further into the young man's hole, parting his spermy sphincter readily. "Well, you better get used to it, pretty boy, because it's what your pussy was made for." Reaching around, the stranger brought his other hand up underneath Caleb's chin and, grabbing the young man's lower face, pressed upwards, forcing Caleb to arch his back to protect his neck. As the anonymous man did so, he plunged the full length of his raw dick deep into the teen's guts. Caleb gasped in pain as the stranger's cockhead stabbed into his second opening. Caleb felt full and winced at the pain from the unrelenting pressure against his second hole. The stranger, having forcefully bottomed out inside Caleb, held his raw dick in place, saying to the boy, "A handsome little bubblebutt cumdump like you is going to make Mr. Sanchez a lot of fucking money." The strange man kept pushing up on Caleb's chin, his grasp covering the young man's mouth. Caleb, through the pain in his rectum, felt the metal of the man's cum-soaked wedding band pressing into his lower lip. The stranger kept pressing his cock deeply into Caleb, until finally the young man's second hole eased its resistance and opened, defeated and compliant, to the pressure of the massive raw dick. "Listen to me when I tell you this, nephew," the stranger continued, his grip tightening around Caleb's mouth and chin, "Mr. Sanchez pays me handsomely to make sure little cunts like you don't end up talking to the wrong people about what goes on here at St. Denis. You're his property now, and he expects you to be the cum-filled community fleshlight that he deserves. Do you understand?" Caleb gulped for air as the pressure against his chin and neck was making breathing more difficult as he replied, "Yes, sir." The stranger pulled his cock out suddenly and plunged it immediately back into Caleb's fuckchute with full force. The sound of cum slopping inside the teen's ass accompanied a loud yelp. "I'm not your fucking sir. I'm your Uncle Ryan. Mr. Sanchez is your sir now. Tell me you understand, whore." "Yes, Uncle Ryan. I understand, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew." The stranger began sliding his cum-soaked cock back and forth at the opening to Caleb's second hole, massaging his cockhead deep inside Caleb's warm pussy. "Now I expect you to do everything that Mr. Sanchez tells you. I don't care how you feel about it, the answer is always, 'Yes.' So long as you're on school grounds, you are to be cleaned out and ready." "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Uncle Ryan" continued edging his cockhead inside Caleb's second hole. "You are to take and hold as many loads in your cunt as you can arrange in the morning before school. This morning was the one and only time ever in your life that Mr. Sanchez is going to be loading you first in the day." Caleb gulped in some air as the pain in his second sphincter began transforming into pleasure that radiated up through his abdomen and into Caleb's nipples. Everything felt more sensitive than it had before. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "You are not to let any loads leak out of you. No aborting in the bathroom or in your pants. And no letting another top suck loads out of you. Mr. Sanchez deserves nothing less than a full cum bath for his cock whenever he wants to plow your insides. Do you understand?" Caleb began relaxing into the intense micro-fucking that his inner sphincter was receiving. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Hear me when I say that my number one job is keeping Mr. Sanchez happy, and what makes him happy is having a tight, warm community fuckhole available to milk his nut out of him on demand. You are never to say no to any load at any time in any place. I don't care if it's your own father asking to breed you live on the evening news. You open up your pussy before any top even has to ask, and let him blast your insides with his DNA. Have I made myself clear, nephew?" The stranger thrust his hips as deep as he could into the young student, driving his dickhead deeper into Caleb's guts. Caleb gasped. "Yes, Uncle Ryan." "Good, nephew. Mr. Sanchez put my number in your phone. When he gives you your phone back, I want you to text me a selfie showing your face and cummy hole in the same shot. Now finish milking this nut out of my dick so Mr. Park can get his turn." Caleb began sliding his sperm-filled ass up and down Uncle Ryan's large cock, savoring the fullness in his lower abdomen and noticing how the scent of cum had filled the room. The stranger released his hand from around the youth's face and chin and placed his hands around Caleb's waist, pulling the student deeper down onto his dick with each backward thrust. "God that pussy smells like cum, don't it?" The voice of Mr. Park emerged for the first time from its diligent silence, "Oh, yes it does!" "What a sweet piece of AIDS bait this little fuckhole is." Caleb's cock leaked a large dollop of cum onto the floor at hearing the stranger call him "AIDS bait." Caleb kept up the work of massaging the stranger's cock with his cummy boyhole, arching his lower back to demonstrate his compliance and to discourage any of the frothy DNA in his rectum from leaking any more than it may already have been. Uncle Ryan's words ricocheted around in Caleb's head as the strange man kept drilling his raw cock deeper into the student. The phrases "community fleshlight" and "AIDS bait" held an almost lyrical resonance in Caleb's mind. He felt transfixed. Hypnotized. Even more thrilling than a stranger's raw dick sliding in and out of Caleb's used hole was the thought that Mr. Sanchez wanted a dirty little slut boy to be his personal fuckhole and that he wanted Caleb to be that slut. As the pounding continued, Caleb wished for nothing more in that moment than for Uncle Ryan to understand that Caleb relished the assignment he had been given, that he could not and would not fail to fulfill all of Mr. Sanchez's most salacious desires, that he would make Uncle Ryan not just satisfied but proud. Caleb yearned for the stranger to add his ejaculate to the warm, foamy pool of cummy slosh from Caleb's teachers. Knowing his biology teacher was watching it all transpire from behind was making the young man hungry for more dicking after the stranger was finished. Caleb arched his lower back as hard as he could as this so-called "Uncle Ryan" began shuddering. Caleb knew he was taking the stranger's hot load deep in his teen pussy. Caleb held on to the pulsating cockshaft as he imagined ropes of sperm spitting into his soft insides. That he didn't even know what Uncle Ryan looked like made the load he just received feel all the more hot. Without anyone else knowing it, the teen smiled and bit his lower lip as he let Uncle Ryan finish unloading his balls inside the handsome teen's rectum.

The Poz Boat Dillon was going on the cruise without his bride since she left him at the altar. They had been dating since college and after Dillon’s couple years in the minors trying to make it in baseball he asked her to marry him. He felt embarrassed after she didn’t show at the ceremony. He knew he couldn’t get a refund on the cruise they had planned for a honeymoon so he went alone. Jack figured it would give him time to forget about her and reflect on his life. He spent the first day at sea alone at the pool working on his tan. That’s where he met Christopher and Jack. Christopher was the oldest of the couple at 30 he was a bit taller than Dillon coming in at 6’ 3” and weighed about 180 with dark brown hair and eyes. Jack was his younger partner just shy of 20 years, 5’ 10”, 140 pounds, with Black hair and green eyes. Both men were fit and well defined after obvious work in the gym. Jack had noticed the 25 year old as he stretched his 6’ frame out on a lounge chair in his board shorts. Jack pointed the young man out to his partner as they admired his lean, muscular body, flat 6 pack abs, smooth skin and long blond hair. Christopher commented how nice it would be to use him for a night of fun. Quickly the three men started to chat. Before too long they had made plane to hang out that evening. The sun began to dip in the sky as they went to their separate rooms to get ready for dinner and a night out. After dinner Dillon was to meet the two other men at their cabin. He found their room and knocked on the door. The door opened up by Jack wearing just a towel who told Dillon that Christopher was in the shower. Jack welcomed Dillon in the room and offered him a drink. The towel clad man fixed Dillon a drink and handed it to their guest. As Dillon sat on the queen size bed in the middle of the room Jack dropped his towel and searched through his bag for something to wear that night. Dillon tried not to stare at the young man as he searched his bag. After many years in locker rooms Dillon was accustom to other naked male bodies. Dillon was sipping on his drink as Christopher came out of the bathroom with his towel over his shoulder. He greeted their guest. Jack asked if Dillon had any thoughts what they all should do that night. Dillon was well into his drink as he began to feel a little horny. He was confused at the feeling as he began to get hard. The tent in his cargo shorts was hard to hide as a naked Christopher moved in closer. Dillon was caught off guard as the naked Christopher was close. Dillon had a friend in college that was gay. On a couple rare occasions he was in the receiving end of a nice blow job while drunk but never thought of anything more. Christopher asked Dillon again what he wanted to do that night. Jack made a comment about Dillon’s hardening cock as the two men were now on either side of their guest. Jack looked at and Christopher and gave him a wink to signal that Dillon’s drink was spiked with ample Viagra and GHB. Dillon was in a daze as he noticed both naked men standing with their cocks pointing at Dillon. Dillon was beginning to feel the G as Jack took his drink from his hand. Christopher started to unbutton Dillon’s shirt. Jack came back and began to rub the back of Dillon’s head. Dillon was lost in the G and the sensations he was receiving from the two men. Christopher made a suggestion that seemed to go right into motion. Knowing what happened to Dillon with his bride, Christopher suggested that he relax and let whatever happens between the three of them happen. With the G in his system Dillon was easy prey as Jack helped remove the rest of Dillon’s clothing. Jack got on his knees and began to suck Dillon’s hard cock. Jack was impressed with Dillon’s 8” cock as Jack thought to himself that it was too bad he wouldn’t get to use it after this suck job. While Jack worked on Dillon’s pole Christopher put the rest of the plan in motion. While out of sight of their guest he retrieved a prefilled point and moved in for the kill. When he returned to the bed he found Dillon on his back with his eyes closed while Jack was still sucking Dillon’s cock. They had Dillon right where they wanted him. Christopher sat down laying his legs across Dillon’s chest. Dillon looked up at Christopher as he looked for a good vein in Dillon’s arm and stuck the point in Dillon. Dillon looked up as Christopher registered a quick flash then emptied the slam in the unsuspecting Dillon. Dillon coughed out 3 times as Jack stood up and kissed his partner before retrieving 2 more points for themselves. The slam given to Dillon was double what the couple were about to administer to themselves. Jack handed one to Christopher as they kissed again. They each administered their own slam as Dillon was riding a strong rush. After each coughed and were ready they began to work on their new toy. Dillon was positioned on all fours as Christopher got behind him and Jack was at his head. Jack took a moment to kiss Dillon as he took a hold of his head before he sat down in front of Dillon and worked his mouth on his own hard 8” cock. While Jack was teaching Dillon to suck cock Christopher began to rim his virgin ass. As Dillon began to suck on Jack’s cock moans were escaping around Jack’s tool as Christopher’s tongue began to probe into Dillon’s hole. Jack gave Dillon instructions as Christopher readied his ass. Since Jack had just slammed he knew he’d blow a load quickly and Dillon would have his first taste of cum. Christopher looked at Jack as prepared Dillon’s hole for his own 9” cock. Jack signaled to Christopher that he was getting close. Christopher knew it was time and got on his knees behind Dillon. He positioned his cock at Dillon’s virgin hole, grabbed his hips as he pushed his way inside.’ While Christopher was invading Dillon’s ass Jack took a good hold of Dillon’s hole as he knew he was about to deliver his load in Dillon’s mouth. Jack cums fairly quickly after his first slam and he was ready to deliver his load as Christopher was sliding inside Dillon’s formerly virgin ass. The thought of Christopher taking Dillon’s virginity had him on the verge of blowing his load. As he was about to cum he told Dillon one thing, swallow bitch. Dillon felt Jack’s cock expand and then fire his cum as he swallowed without a thought. After Jack had finished cumming he held his cock in Dillon’s mouth for his to clean and help him get harder again. Christopher began to fuck away at Dillon’s tight hole as Dillon was working on Jack’s semi-hard cock. Dillon was lost still lost in the G as he Christopher was fucking him. Christopher was eager to drop his own load inside this young straight man. As the G began to wear off Dillon was growing a wear of what was happening. Jack’s cock was growing hard in his mouth as he realized that he was getting fucked at both ends. He felt the cock in his ass grow harder as Jack pulled him off his cock and kissed him. While Jack was kissing him Christopher grunted as he unloaded inside Dillon. Christopher commented, that’s one load in each end as Dillon looked back to see who was fucking him. Dillon was lost in what was going on since he felt as if he was enjoying himself the action continued. Now it was time for Jack to fuck Dillon. As Christopher slowly withdrew from inside Dillon, Jack moved to take Christopher’s place. Jack quickly slid inside Dillon as Christopher moved to Dillon’s head. Christopher sat down in front of Dillon and told Dillon to clean his cock. The G was mostly out of his system as he looked at Christopher’s cock and eased the soft tool into his mouth. Christopher ran his fingers through Dillon’s hair as Jack fucked. Since Jack had already dropped a load it would take some time before he would drop his second load. This gave him time to work Christopher’s load in deeper as the couple shared an evil grin. Dillon’s legs were getting tired as Jack fucked into him. They repositioned him on his back and Jack continued to fuck him. Dillon began to wonder how long this guy could last when Jack began to breathe a little heavier. Dillon could feel Jack’s cock begin to thicken and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer. It was another 15 minutes until Jack screamed out and filled Dillon with another load. Christopher was hard and ready and took a second turn at Dillon’s ass. As Christopher teased Dillon’s hole he noticed that there was a slight pinkish to the cum that oozed out. Christopher smiled as he slid back inside Dillon. Dillon was left moaning as the couple took turns filling their chemmed up bottom. After each took several turns Christopher lay down on his back as Dillon was directed to mount Christopher’s cock. Once Dillon was down to the base Christopher pulled him in for a kiss while Jack got behind the impaled man and began to work his 8” in alongside the cock already inside. Dillon moaned out in pleasure and pain as his hole was stretched to accommodate both cocks. This fuck took the longest as both assaulted his hole as the sun began to peal through the curtains. After both men deposited their loads and withdrew their softening cocks Dillon could hear Christopher comment that after those two loads the grand total came to 9 charged loads, 5 from Christopher and 4 from Jack. Jack reminded him of the one load down Dillon’s throat. Dillon had no clue what charged load mean as he was starting to come down from his high. The couple helped Dillon back to his cabin and left him in bed to ponder his unknown future.

I met a guy on sniffles several weeks ago . He claimed he was 100% straight. Then he asked to come over When he arrived he gave me a deep tongue kiss while feeling my ass. He proceeded to pull down my pants as he pulled down his. In no time he had his bare dick in my ass fucking me hard He then shot his load deep in me. He then went on to say he was 100% straight He is a little in self denial Any comments

Took me some time to write this down since this week was crazy busy, but this is what happened on Tuesday, soon after I first met Rob & Dean. When I got back home after that fist incredible fuck they texted me and we got super horny sexting till they asked if i'd like to come over on Tuesday to have a repeat and if I am up for them to invite a few of their friends. Of course I replied "Fuck yeah!!!" and jokingly asked if I could bring my partner too, they were up for that lol so I texted him the info and he was totally horned up by the idea. Game on! Fast forward to Tuesday... I woke up with my partner already poking my hole and we had our morning fuck and he kept telling me how excited he is about me being used today by a new group. I asked him to not dump a load yet cause I wanted to get cleaned first and then he can dump a load or 2 to lube me up for later lol We arrived at their place at 4pm, right on schedule. They greeted us naked so we both stripped at the door and I introduced my partner and we all shared a kiss while walking to their living room that was dimly lit, for some drinks while we waited for their other guests to arrive. we got a short briefing that they invited 4 other guys (2 couples) that they occasionally play with and I am to going to enjoy them all since they were too well endowed. At this point all 4 of us were hard as we sipped our drinks and I just finished mine with a chug, winked at my partner and dropped to my knees and started sucking them, starting with dean who was the closest while Dean and my partner moved towards us (they are both equally hung in size and girth but shaped a bit different lol) while my partner was showing Dean how well he can throat fuck me, Rob went to the door to greet the others that arrived all at the same time. I saw them with the corner of my eye as they walked in and stripping and I was groaning with the sight of 4 hot men, all hung and getting harder by the second watching me sucking cock, saying "so that's the slut you bragged about?" my partner answered "come over and try for yourselves" so a circle was formed, I was surrounded by 7 men, going from cock to cock like a bitch in heat and I couldn't get enough of it till they all were rock hard and fucking my throat harder and harder till I was covered with my throat juices. That's when Rob said we should take this party to the basement so I got up to stretch my leges and we headed downstairs to their basement that was obviously their family room when the kids are there but was transformed to a play room with a sling and a big mattress in the middle of the room. This is going be fun! That's when I was placed on the sling, tied my legs and hands and the plug I had in me was pulled out by my partner who told them "I loaded him up with 2 loads for you guys, don't go slow, fuck my beautiful partner up!" I just groaned as on by on they started plowing me, the first one played with my hole entrance with his 10" cock, then smiled at the group and shoved all the way in. I was gasping from the surprise and told him to just give me all he got! That started the train of men fucking me on the sling, pulling out and replaced by another while I was given their cock to clean up. At this point, about an hour later only 3 loaded me up and they wanted to switch positions so I was put on my hand and kneed on the mattress and the spitroasting began. again, one by one they took turns fucking both my hole and my throat while in between someone placed a bottle of popper up my nose to keep me horned up (as if I need to be MORE horny lol) they all commented on what a good slit I was, how my partner is very lucky and they were all impressed by how well I took dick deep in me in both holes and how good I clean the cock that just pounded my hole with my mouth. I was just groaning and moaning and begged for them to continue. on a side note, the smallest cock was Deans at 8" and thick, the rest were all 9 and 10 while Rob and my partner were both 11". I was a very happy slut! By now they all dumped at least 1 load on me while both Rob and my partner dumped a second load in me, my hole was a cummy mess and sloppy while I used my muscles to tighten up. That was when they wanted to try double penetrating me as they all heard I could take is so well so the hosts were given the first go as Rob was laying on his back while I lowered my used hole on his till he was all the way in me while Dean began shoving his cock too. Someone fed me poppers and I was in heaven! they began thrusting in and out till the found a good rhythm while the rest of the guests cheered them on, shouting "fuck yeah, use the slut!" and I was riding like a pro putting on a show. they fucked me like that for a while till they both loaded me up at the same time, I kept riding with my sloppy hole till my partner laid next to us and I was lifted off the cocks in me by 2 guys and I was put down on my partners cock till he was too all the way in, then the routine began, one by one the pushed their cock in alongside my well hung partner, till they all came in me, except for my partner (he has incredible stamina!) I think this all went on for almost 1.5 hours of non stop Double Penetration of my hole which was so loose by now and cum was running down my legs as I stood up. That's when my partner told Rob lay down and that he wanted to show the group how well I could take two 11" cocks up my cunt and they did exactly that! They went full power on my hole and plowed my hole so hard, we were all moaning like animals for nearly 30 minutes till the both nutted in me! I was both exhausted and yet my hole was buzzing from all the pounding and loads I received wanting more!! after a short rest that we all grabbed a drink and chatted a bit I was placed back on the sling, this time they wanted to really open me up even further so I was fed more poppers as my partner showed them how well my used hole opens up as he began inserting his fist, using only the loads that they all dumped in me. i just love how feeling my partner fill me up like this can be both so intimate and yet so sleazy in the situation! he began putting on a show for them and went deep slowly till I was having another anal orgasm (by this point I came handsfree like 4-5 times already lol) And again, a train of men fisting me began, I was shivering from all the attention I was getting, a fist in my hole, hands groping me all over and a dick in my mouth. A total pig! At one point my partner was in my mouth and loudly asked if I was thirsty, I knew exactly what he meant and just moaned, he understood the sign and I began feeling the warmth in my throat of his piss as he started flooding my guts. They all cheered again and as my partner pulled out his saved a bit of his piss to spray directly on my mouth and over my face. Oink! needles to say that they all took turns pissing in my mouth or on me (I guess it was good we told the hosts to prep with a rubber mattress 😉) I was in pig heaven! this went for a while and I had a fist in my at all time, at some point 2 guys stretched my hole with their hands, stretching me even further and then they started punch fucking me. I just couldn't believe how good it all felt and I just begged them to go even further. And hour later, when they decided it was time they wanted to dump one more load in me and they started fucking my lose hole yet again, it was overflowing with cum till one by one they began dumping their loads in me Of course I cleaned them off with my mouth like the good pig that I am (I fucking love ass to mouth!!!) This time it was faster and 40 minutes later they were all done loading me up, I was plugged with a big plug my partner brought with us and was release from the sling. it was hard for me to stand up, my legs were like jello lol Overall we spent 5 hours when I was the only bottom for the men to fuck, breed, fist and filled with piss as we said our goodbyes and were headed home in an Uber, I bet the driver could smell all the cum, piss and swear we were both covered with lol we arrived home, both well spent we headed to the shower as my partner unplugged me, shoved his big cock deep in me and dumped one more last load in me before I release 25-30 loads they all dumped in me and we went to bed, i was cuddled and had his ever hard cock in me As we fell asleep he whispered in my ear how proud he is of me and what a wonderful slut I am 🥰

It was raining, I was home alone, and as usual - horny. Over the last few months I had barely been able to control my urges to fuck. Or more specifically be fucked. I knew I was gay from an early age and never fought it, but I did hide it well. But now in my late 20s I was free, single, submissive, and very breedable. I had recently started barebacking regularly with a few fwb who I felt safe with. I wasn't a chaser, I just loved the feeling of an 8 inch cock exploding inside me. But tonight none of my regular guys were available. And I needed to get fucked and flooded badly. After a few drinks I hopped on gridnr and filtered to tops in my area who had a bb tag on. It didn't take long before a message popped on my phone. Strong tall and and an 8.5" cock? It didn't take much to convince me. He had my address in minutes, and I was already hard. We didn't discuss status and it wasn't listed on his profile. I was neg and had just been tested, which was on my profile. When he got the door I was already down to my boxers and ready to play. No small talk. He came in and started kissing and groping me. I pulled him back to my bed and we both got fully undressed. As he took his pants off I noticed what looked like a biohazard tattoo on his thigh, but didn't think much of it as I was distracted by his beautiful thick cock. I went down on him and sucked his cock until it was rock hard in my mouth. He moaned and quietly said 'get up here, I want to fill you up'. I was so horny and desperate for breeding that I immediately bent over for him and offered my bare ass up doggy style. But as he slid the first inch of his cock inside I looked back and said hey you're neg right? Embarrassed I hadn't asked before. 'You'll be good' he said, and I took that that for what it sounded like and proceeded to let him slide all the way in, filling me all the way up. His cock felt amazing and he fucked me slow and deep with passion. We switched from doggy to missionary back to doggy again. I could feel him speeding up and knew he wanted to cum when he leaned in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you really want. im going to claim you, you're already mine. I am going to flood your body with my toxic load and you're going to take every drop, slut'. Panic rushed over me, he was poz? But as soon as it did, the ecstasy of his cock pushing deeper and deeper overcame it. 'I'm not on prep' I managed to choke out through my moans. 'No? Why not slut?' I panicked again. Why wasn't I on prep? I'd been barebacking for months. I had access, the funds, I could have been on it this whole time. Instead here I was, taking it raw from a poz and apparently toxic top. I moaned as his cock continued to slide in and out of me. 'Want me to pull out? You might still have time.' he whispered in my ear, I could hear him smiling as he drove his cock deep into me again, precum undoubtedly dripping into me. Despite everything running through my head, I found myself continuing to push back on his cock, forcing him deeper inside me. 'No' I moaned. What? No?! 'What's that slut?' he grinned. 'No, fill my fertile cunt with your load. Cum in me! Please knock me up' I moaned loudly. I couldn't believe the words coming from my own mouth. And as I did he sped up and shot the biggest load I've ever taken 8 inches deep in my bare ass. We laid there for moment panting and moaning softly. His toxic cum running down my thigh but plenty still buried deep inside. That was it, it was over. No going back. I took a huge poz load. He looked at me and grinned. 'I knew you wanted it. You wanted to get knocked up. I've been watching your account for weeks. Now you're mine. Ruined raw poz slut. My little cum dump to fill over and over again whenever I want. How does that sound?' Fucked like never before, full of poz cum, and in love with his perfect cock I responded quickly 'Don't wait. Stay with me tonight. Fill me again. And again. Make sure I'm yours. I'll give it all up.' He fucked me four more times, the last time making me get on top and ride his load into myself. By the time the sun came up I was dripping, full, and covered with cum. 3 weeks I later I was pozzed for sure. He came over an hour after I got my results and filled me 3 more times. I took every load willingly as I fully submitted to being a poz cumdump for my new man.

I call them the sex zombies. They are programmed to have sex although they don't have a use for it.

You're a good friend.

I shave my hole regularly. In my mind, i think it is easier to keep clean, and it feels great too!

Tommy and Zeke were in Mouse Town down in Florida and they were staying in that hotel the monorail goes right through in a top floor penthouse with it’s own pool. They were there for two weeks so they decided that heir first full day they would relax and unwind there. Just one day to recover from the stress of the wedding and travel then the fun would begin. They ordered breakfast from room service and were unpacking and listening to Tommy’s playlist on the suite sound system when it was delivered The man who brought it was a handsome dark skinned man with glossy black hair to his shoulders Tommy and Zeke also noticed just how tight his uniform pants were, barely holding in a bubble ass so round Zeke had to slap Tommy's hands as he made squeezing motions behind the man’s back. They both looked innocent as the man turned putting the trays on the table, “Hey! You look like…” Tommy said “I play him over in the park. You have no idea how tired I get of little girls and some not so little asking me to ‘show them the world’ or to fly on my carpet” he said with a smile. “I’m just filling in over here and picking up some overtime, saving money for school If I can save enough I can start my first year this fall. Oh I’m Jason by the way” and he pointed importantly to his nametag Tommy and Zeke laughed “They told me to check and make sure you have enough towels and that the bathrooms are stocked” he said “We could use more towels” Tommy said “Not a problem” Jason said popping out to a linen closet in the hall As he reentered to the room carrying about four days with of towels “Give it to me” started playing and Jason unconsciously moved his hips in time to the beat. “I live Billy and Michael’s racier stuff” he said as he replenished the bathroom supplies “Yeah. Tommy said watching that ass bounce through the door “They are our cousins. They sang live at our wedding just yesterday” name dropping for all he was worth “Shameless” Zeke smirked quietly “Oh wow! Really? I am their biggest fan!” Jason said then he popped a quizzical head out the door “Your cousins?” “Mike is his cousin and Billy is mine” Tommy said pointing to Zeke and remembering to use Jeff’s stage name. “We believe in VERY close family relations” he finished with a wink “And you two are married?” Jason asked “For almost a day now” Zeke said with a smile “Cousins marrying cousins, that sounds so wrong and so hot” Jason said then in a conspiratorial whisper he asked “Is Mike really as hung as they say he is?” his eyes glittering and his white teeth flashing in a naughty grin “Well I don’t like to tell tales" Zeke said "but I can tell you that Mike is 2 inches shorter then I am” and he held his hand out lowering it from above his head to his midsection “and 2 inches longer than I am” and he moved his hand away from his midsection “So now I just need to find out how long you are” Jason said then blushed realizing he was hitting on a married man in front of his husband “Oh don’t worry” Zeke laughed “He’s been watching your ass even more than I have” Jason bit his lower lip and said “I need to take the cart back and then I’m off but I need a shower then I’m supposed to meet my girlfriend” “You’re straight?” Tommy asked “Bi and leaning more and more towards gay the longer this conversation goes on” he said with a wink “Well, you can shower here” Tommy said, winking back. “We certainly have enough towels” Jason was back in under ten minutes. “There is a very big walk in shower in here, want to join me?” He said pulling off his shirt and waling through the bathroom door They soaped him up and made sure he was squeaky clean both of them making out with him then Tommy knelt to suck his very nice 7 inches as Zeke started to step behind him Jason stopped him and ran a finger over his biohazard tattoo “Does that mean what I think it does?” “We are both poz unmedicated. Is that a problem?’ Zeke asked Jason shivered “I have been thinking about chasing for a long time but I always black out” he said Zeke took his shoulders and firmly turned him to face the wall and Tommy moved to keep sucking. “No backing out this time, I’m going to infect you with my HIV” he said the head of his cock probing that crack and locating the hole as Tommy reached up and spread those cheeks for his man “Wait!” Jason said in a panicky voice “No” Zeke said and slid in balls deep with one quick thrust then puled back out and slid in again reaching in front to pitch both of the feebly protesting man’s nipples. He whispered in his ear “It’s time to stop being a tease. This is going to happen, I’m in you and I’m not pulling out till you are dripping with my virus” “Fuuuk, please” Jason moaned shaking his head as his ass betrayed him pushing back onto Zeke, meeting his thrusts “I don’t want…” “Your body is saying you do” Zeke said “That bubble ass is saying ‘infect me with your toxic seed, poz me’ loud and clear to me and I’m going to listen to that pretty ass of yours” Zeke growled low “Say it! Say you want my virus in your blood forever!” “Oh God! Oh no! Fuck fuck fuck! It was just a fantasy I never was going to go through…” he moaned his ass pushing back even harder “Say it!” Zeke barked Jason’s inner slut took over at that point “F-fuuuuk yessss, fucking breed me! Give me your nasty toxic poz seed! Infect me!” and he shot in Tommy’s mouth as Zeke loaded him up with virus filled cum Tommy has been edging and as Zeke stepped back he stood, rammed his cock up that neg ass and with two thrusts added his poz load to the mix. Then he turned the newly pozzed man and started kissing him Later the three lay in the huge bed in the main bedroom Zeke and Tommy taking turns making out with Jason “I’m glad it finally happened and it had to happen that way if I was ever going to live out that fantasy. What my body wanted finally overruled what my mind was so afraid of” he said to Zeke “Thank you” Later as the three hug out by the pool Tommy asked “So what did you tell your girlfriend?” “That I couldn’t meet her because I was going to get fucked by two hot guys” He said “She kind of broke up with me} “Smooth” Tommy laughed “It’s all good, she's been fucking my brother behind my back for months now” he said shrugging “Why did you stay with her then?” Tommy asked “Because I have been fucking him too when she’s not around” Jason grinned “Nice” Zeke chimed in “I don’t have a brother but I do fuck one of my cousins” “Me too!" Tommy said "What schools have you applied to?” Zeke asked Jason rattled off a list of primarily school with great fine arts programs including the one Tommy attended “I will probably have to start next year though I doubt I will have saved enough in the next few weeks" “You never know” Tommy said The next few days they got a behind the scenes tour of the park and met several other cast members who were very friendly. One spookily dressed young man took them through a door in the haunted house and all three of them seeded his ass not five feet from where the park goers rode in their high backed couches facing the opposite way Jason whispered to Tommy as Zeke pounded the unsuspecting boy “I can’t wait till I am toxic and can spread it myself” They bred “the boy who never grew up” on a flying pirate ship as people rode by about 15 feet under them. Someone had put a mattress. This place was obviously used fairly often. “Peter” got an extra load from Tommy The main mouse bent over for them minus the head in a closed restroom his cute face watching them in the mirror as his oversized gloved hands pushed the sink to meet their thrusts They all cracked up when Tommy innocently asked “Oh my! What will Minnie say?” “Prince charming” was a nasty little slut up in the castle bedroom as he groaned “Fuck that glass slippered bitch. I’m the princess today! I want dick up my ass” They happily obliged leaving an ass full of virus as a parting gift One of the best parts of most days was the show Jason performed in, dancing with a genie and a monkey. The caught it several times during their stay He’s really good Tommy said as “The prince” belted out a song while dancing Zeke nodded. That night over dinner they discussed a couple issues like the fact that they both hated house work and over the summer they had been spoiled by the house staff. It had been the one thing thy had ever actually fought over. WHO was going to do the dreaded dishes and Tommy was forever forgetting to pick up the dry cleaning Zeke made a quick call to Stefan the next day and then they made some plans The last two days they took a vacation from their honeymoon and stayed in the hotel. Jason taking those two days off to join them. The were both quite fond of this bubble butted charmer and he had spent several nights in their bed “Sit down Jason, we want to talk to you” Zeke said “Is this the part where you guys try to give me a big tip, thank me for all the fun, pat me on the ass and send me on my way?” he asked smiling though the corners of his eyes were wet “No” Tommy said “This is the part where we ask you to come work for us. We need someone to take care of our apartment and run errands for us. We are both hopeless at domestic things. The position includes tuition assistance and a fairly good salary and the apartment is two blocks from my school. Zeke called a friend on the admittance board yesterday and found out they mailed your acceptance letter last week” “I don’t want to be your house boy and fuck toy” Jason said “You need to understand somethings” Zeke said “First I totally respect and understand how you feel but we are not trying to buy you, Before I met Tommy it had been years since I slept with someone more than once except for one person and I was fucking him for very specific reasons. Since I met Tommy except for family members we have never been with anyone more than once or twice. You have been here for two weeks and Tommy and I both feel something for you. We can’t call it love but it’s something we want to explore with you and we can’t so that if you are not with us” “I feel something too” Jason said. He thought for a few minutes then said “If you really want me I will do it but I have to warn you I am a terrible cook” “That’s ok” Tommy said “There is always take out and the school has a great culinary department for you to learn at” Two days later they flew home. Jason would fly out in about a week When they were almost back to town Tommy got a text from Jeff “Get to your parents house NOW” Zeke floored it and they arrived 10 minutes later Tommy rushed up the front walk and through the door going “What happened?? What is wr….” then ne froze a foot inside “Mark?” he whispered “MARK? They told us you were dead!” Then he threw himself through the door Zeke following to see Tommy sobbing on the shoulder of a who held him tight, a man who looked even more like him then Dale did. A mam who looked enough like him to be his brother. ************************************************************** Questions and comments welcome Scanbu

This is not a story, but a comment that I'd like to make, that I am sure I'll get guff over. Seriously, will you guys stop being such critics of the stories that get posted here. There have been so many AMAZING stories that got started on this site which then died a withering death because the other BZ members feel that they've got to critique and nit-pick over the most ridiculous of things within these stories? If there's something you don't like within a story, just stop reading it. It's that simple. Someone gets hypnotized against their will and gets fucked, so what? Someone wore socks while getting fucked, so what? Someone's nasty old neighbor lures them in and then seduces them, so what? Someone get's off on Cheating, so what? Guess what, if you don't like any of it, so what! Let the rest of enjoy what we like. I feel like there has been a marked downturn in the amount of stuff being shared here, and this is a good part of why. I enjoy this site and want it to keep going. It takes a lot of energy to write these stories, and a lot of creativity to retell your escapades. Not everyone is going to be F. Scott Fitzgerald, but if the story is readable and gets me off, that's all I care about. And I wanna read that author's entire output instead of having some pissy critic kill it upon birth. Please, I can't be the only one who is feeling this. Here is your chance to speak up.

My husband has had the weird and hilarious experience of someone sending him a message on Scruff while we were sleeping, and then annoyed when no response came, and then increasing annoyance so by the morning the breakup had already happened.

Cumdogs commentary is on point. That said, I’m opinionated and critical and have been on this site a long time… surely at some point I’ve had something to say. I’ll put the dumb stuff up top if it’s irritating, skip down. In thinking about it, I think my comments were limited a few problematic issues. Trans dignity feels non-negotiable in this day and age - and I think the offending comments were just that - comment not story. There a problematic portrayal of race in porn, generally. I’m pretty pale, but I understand the history of hypersexualizing African Americans - and now, layering Black men with the freight of presumed socioeconomics, sophistication, danger, masculinity, physicality, and position preference. And that’s before we get to how, in my lifetime “thug” went from a quaint leftover from British Colonial India that had been stripped of race, meaning “criminally violent”, generally, to a commonly-used, hyper-specific term, synonymous with Black-men-seen-through-white-eyes. It can not only fetishize skin color, but a perceived sociopolitical station with its implied hierarchy. Arguably, social shorthand serves to rob effeminate Black men of dignity, Black bottoms of legitimacy, small Black cocks of existence, leaving Black mens’ value, sans BBC, open to debate. This particular form of caricature has a real and bloody history, so, arguably, these stories have ramifications outside this community and warrants reflection. Asian men suffer the same distortion, but in the opposite direction, and Latinos are left with the indignity of not being recognized to the same extent of either for that kind of fevered fantasizing… I suspect Native Americans and Australians are wondering wtf they have to do to remain historically relevant on the fetish wagon. BUT. It’s not lost on me that the function of this site is to fantasize about (and by extension fetishize) a number of disadvantaged communities. That’s part of the draw. It’s certainly not lost on me that everything I just described makes my dick hard, especially if you toss in a biohazard tat, so I’d be a liar and hypocrite if I professed to not reading many stories with race play with my dick in hand, and worried about ethics during cleanup. Another area of squeamishness has been “bug collecting” or what I’ve perceived as a minority fetish in AIDS mortality (I didn’t fetishize HIV until it became survivable - there are interesting differences between the two flavors that seem superficially similar). There have been some rules put in place, just as with issues concerning the underaged and non-consenting, intended to reduce harm to the greater community .. but also to safeguard this site, its members, and its admins. And again, I’m aware that some of this turns me on and that a lot of this amounts to yucking someone else’s yum, or to closing the barn door after the horses are out. All of that said…. The Black community doesn’t need a white savior, HIV+ guys aren’t victims, and it’s tough trying to argue that this point of view is more virtuous, or more equitable, or more morally righteous. And this is a very strange place for righteousness. SO… for the most part I *dont* comment on the writing - or read the comments. When I was 25 I won a (very small) erotic fiction contest (of dubious competition). I was writing about things I’d never experienced - I was barely a sexual being. The judges said they “worried for my mental well-being” but I got my free subscription… Others have focused on the time and energy put out. I think I can say with some very small knowledge that I see all the glorious risks they take. . They’re sharing deep, minority-view, “transgressive” sexual fantasies in front of total strangers - and that’s the friendly audience the general public would vilify much of this. And they’re writing stories for others to read and critique. Individually either of these would be a big ask: these guys are walking a tightrope with terror on one side and scorn on the other And they’re doing it for free - most are not even asking for your applause. So yes - if you have written a story here, I have probably read it You don’t need my approval but you have my admiration. I’d love to tell you that a thread like this will moderate or eliminate pot shots from the cheap seats, but that’s not true Don’t read the critiques, or have a friend cherry pick the comments to weed out the ones with lots of opinions but nothing to say Keep writing Please! if you’re a critic, take a seat Better yet, make a contribution to the erotica here so you have some skin in the game and understand what goes into each of these submissions And without sounding like Pollyanna, just be nicer and more supportive way more than my two cents but…

I slowly opened my eyes…it was early on Saturday morning. I was laying buck naked on my queen size bed, with a raging hard on and feeling horny as hell. I remember I had been dreaming about trying my first group sex fun as a total hungry and slutty bottom, and in my dream, I had been given my first ever slam of meth. Sure, I had read about it…hell…I had even watched a lot of videos showing guys being slammed then getting really horny. Sadly, so many of the videos seemed to stop as the guy was rushing and did not continue to show what happened next. I am sure that the ensuing fun would have been nothing short of wild. That is why I really liked reading the PnP stories online. Sure, I love the graphics of porn, but also when reading something my imagination lets me get very graphic and imaginative. I guess that’s why when I read stories by author ‘Ben Dover’, I was completely hooked! I also LOVE reading the stories on NKP and find that site a major turn-on! So, this particular morning, I got up and sat in front of my computer, stroking my hard-on and seeing precum glistening at the end of my mushroom type head on my 9x6 cut cock and opened up NKP. I was desperately hoping to find a hook-up to experience the same kind of fucking and play that I had read on that Amazon story. When I opened NKP there were a lot of guys online, and one immediately caught my eye. He described himself as an ‘angry top’ but said he was not so much angry, just more into totally owning a hot bottom hole and spending many hours exploring, rimming and fucking a hungry hole. I had my ‘role/position’ listed as just that…’hungry hole’. Well, that would be a great match, me craving and desiring…no full-on lusting after a guy who would basically worship my hole the way I want to also take care of his needs! His profile said he was into rimming, fucking, toys, fisting, slamming and pretty much anything goes. The part which really made me hard after reading all that, was his comment that aid he loves to train newbies! As I was reading all this, I got so horny that I involuntarily blew my load…a huge load, stream after stream of white-hot sticky cum, making a hell of a mess. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up as much as I could, left his profile open and headed for the shower. As I was washing myself all over, I also douched and stayed semi hard as all I could think about was the guy on NKP and how hard and horny his profile made me feel. I got out of the shower and dried off in front of the mirror. I am not too shabby. I am about to turn 40, I would probably be described as an ‘otter’ as I have chest and leg hair, and a little hair covering my butt. I keep my nut sac cleanshaven as it heightens pleasure, and I have reasonable abs and would be classed as toned. I am 173cm tall, so about 5’8” and weigh in at around 75kg, so about 165lbs. I have light brown/blondish hair and blue eyes, and olive skin with a little tan. As I dry off my mind drift back to the open NKP profile on my computer and my cock begins to once again get hard. I fully dry off and head to the kitchen, grab myself a hot coffee and head back to my computer…my cock standing to attention the entire time. When I sit at my desk I swallow as I see new mail, and it is from the hot guy I have been looking at! I opened the message, and it said hey Mr, how is your morning? Being a little coy, but not overly shy, I responded with hi, I am horny as hell…how are you? And within a minute there was a reply, yes, same! Are you interested in playing today at all? I gulped. I took a little time to process his reply and had a few mouthfuls of my coffee to take time to collect my thoughts as to how I would respond. I replied back, I am very keen, and I love what your profile says you are into but am a complete novice when it comes to most of ‘what you like’ to do. I really like the way you say you like to train newbies. I have not partied, nor been fisted etc but it does intrigue me. And to be honest it really turns me on. He replied pretty well straight away and asked me if I know what it meant to be slammed. I quickly gulped another mouthful of coffee and replied yes, I knew and am nervously keen to try it. He then replied that when you slam, it makes you really horny for many hours, and you may even want another one. He then asked me if I was free all day and through to tomorrow night, as he would love to be my first and to train me in what it I like to be slammed and then have my hole worked over. He then mentioned he has a sling, and also a large assortment of toys. I went to take another gulp of coffee, but it was all gone. I read his reply again and said to him that I was all washed out and ready to play, and that his reply made me feel so horny. I told him I was actually free till Tuesday, as I had a long weekend off work. Whereabouts was he? He replied with his address and said I could come right over, and he would take things slow and if there was anything I wasn’t happy about to just tell him. Something about his manner put me at ease somewhat, and my cock was rock hard and once again oozing precum. He lived only about 15 minutes away, so I replied and said that I could be there in 15 minutes if that was ok. I immediately got a reply, for sure, see you soon…just park in the driveway. I quickly replied ok I am on my way, then I shut down my computer, threw on some board shorts and a singlet, grabbed my phone and keys and headed out the door. I was definitely nervous about what was about to happen, but that was reduced by my throbbing cock trying to bust out of my shorts! I had noticed that his profile said he was undetectable, as was I so I had no issues with playing bareback. In fact it is the only way I play. Before I knew it I was at his house, a nice place set back slightly from the road with a couple of trees out the front and nice manicured gardens. I did as he suggested and parked in the driveway. I got out of the car and repositioned my till hard cock in my shorts, trying hard to conceal my excitement. I locked the car and walked up to the front door, which was slightly ajar. I knocked and called out hello and heard him answer saying come on in and close the door behind you. I did so, and as I turned around, I saw him come around the corner, totally naked with a beautiful thick long hard cock, and he was wearing a black leather harness. He was every bit as hot in person as his profile pic. Hi I am Colton….I said hey man I am Jonas. Wow you are hot! And he said I think you are too, but would be a lot hotter naked! I took his cue and immediately stripped off, releasing my throbbing cock from the constraints of my shorts. He whistled….nice! Grab your things and follow me. I did so and walked around the corner and into his playroom. He showed me where to put my clothes then said before we do anything I HAVE to taste your hole…he told me to bend over and spread my cheeks and instantly his tongue was exploring my clean, pink pucker. I already sensed then that this was going to be a great time! After a couple of minutes he said you need to get in the sling, but first just suck me for a few minutes. I dropped to my knees and took his hard cock in my mouth, savouring the clean taste, and how warm his throbbing cock was as I then took him all the way down my throat. As I was sucking him, he said shortly we will get you into the sling, then I will prep you for your first slam. We need to slam straight away as it will make us super horny and piggy for many hours. I nodded as I continued to suck him balls deep. After a couple of minutes, and me tasting his salty and delicious precum, he slowly pushed my off his swollen cock and told me to get into the sling. I walked over to it, and he held it as I lay back in it. I looked up and saw there was a full-length mirror above the sling, so I could literally watch myself being used! He helped me put my ankles in the stirrup, which made my legs spread wide and up and back, and he said to slightly lift myself and slide my ass just off the edge of the sling so he could have full access to my hole. All of this made the precum ooze from my hard engorged throbbing cock and drip down in a long thread. He did not miss a trick and engulfed my cock with his hot wet mouth, slurping off all the precum. I nearly came right there and then! He then stood up and walked around to my right arm. He said I am going to put this band on your arm then look for a vein. He did so and found one straight away and swabbed it with an alcohol swab. Next, I will insert the needle then draw the plunger back to make sure I am in your vein, it should flash red. Once that happens, I will remove the band and press the contents into your vein, and then remove the needle and give you a tissue to press against the site. Then hold your arm up, this reduces bruising. As he proceeded to do all as he discussed, inserting the needle and getting the flash etc, he said that right about when I lift my arm, it should hit and I may feel I need to cough, and it may feel hard to breathe, try to not fight it but try and relax and breathe through it and then I will feel amazing. As he finished telling me that I was raising my arm up with the tissue as he had instructed. I still didn’t feel anything. All of a sudden, I got like a chemical type taste in the back of my throat which made cough, and then I felt tightness of breath and focused on what Colton had said, and relaxed my breathing. I felt a warmth hit me, and waves of intense pleasure course through my entire body. My cock felt incredible, and I looked down and was amazed to see that it had shrunk, just like I had read about, and yet cum was spurting from my soft cock. I was vaguely aware of Colton coughing, as he too slammed straight away. The next thing I felt was lube being smeared on my hole and Colton’s hard thick cock pressing into me. This only heightened the waves and ripples of pleasure and more cum spurted and oozed out of my soft cock as he fucked me balls deep. I was taking all of him straight away, and the way he was grunting I could tell that he too was going to cum and must be feeling as amazing as I was! He moaned and blew stream after stream of cum in my guts, and I was moaning and poking out my tongue, eyes wide and riding these ripples of intense bliss taking over my body. He pulled out and immediately dropped down and inserted his tongue deep in my hole and began an intense and focused devouring of my now loosened and super hungry hole. I had never felt a rimming so intense! His cock was still hard as a rock, and every now and then he would stand up and fuck me balls deep again then drop back down and slurp on my hole. The entire time my hole was just craving more and more, and his twirling tongue exploring deep inside just added to my desire for more, something bigger. He sensed this as I was pushing my hole out onto his tongue to try and get more. He stood up and grabbed a big toy. He asked me if I wanted more and all I could do was moan and nod. He lubed up the big toy which had a bulbous head on it, and put it at the entrance of my hole. With one hand he held some poppers to my nose and I instinctively snorted, the biggest longest snort I think I had ever done. He told me to hold it in as he took a hit then put the bottle down. Exhale slut! I did as I was told and the rush hit me! My hole became everything to me…all I could feel was ripples and waves of pleasure as I heard Colton tell me to take deep breaths and relax. Somehow in my fog of pleasure I complied, and felt my hole just open up. He felt it and applied pressure to the big toy as it began sliding into my hungry fuck tunnel. The more he ushed, ever so slowly, my hole rippled with more pleasure and I could feel the walls of my velvety tunnel open up even more and welcome this big invader deeper into me. I felt it slide through my ring and into beyond, and then Colton began pulling it back out. Once again I was feeling immense waves of pleasure. The poppers high was great, and it also heightened the rush and the ensuing high from the slam. Colton kept encouraging me, saying you good pig, wow what a hungry slut, deep breaths and relax you pig….I now knew what the term being in pig heaven meant. Every few minutes I felt another wave as the Tina was coursing through my body, and each time my body just relaxed and rode the wave. Colton was fully reading my body and took every advantage, making my hole loosen up by the minute. As he fucked me with precision and being relentless with the toy, he said you have now experienced your first slam, now time for your first booty bump which will keep you flying for a few hours until I slam you again. He slowly pulled the toy out, and then he put more lube on it and then coated it in 3 points of crushed up Tina. Then he slid it all the way back into my hungry hole. Instantly I felt a burning sensation, and it increased. I said to him it was really burning, and he leaned down and took my soft cock in his mouth which instantly distracted me. Then I felt the burning begin to subside and then an insatiable hunger start to build from deep withing my hole. I then started to get more waves of pleasure take over my body and my hole was now so hungry. Colton removed the toy, then held the poppers under my nose again and told me to take big hits. He gave me four, then lubed up his hand. The poppers rush hit and magnified the tina rush and waves of pleasure which were still rippling through me. Colton pressed his hand against my hungry craving and now quite sloppy hole. I arched my back in the sling, trying to get his hand into my insatiable fuck chute. He pressed more, and I felt the walls of my hole accommodate his hand and begin to relax with more waves of pleasure as I felt him slide deep into my very being. I was staring into his eyes, moaning and my tongue was just hanging out and as he went deeper all I could do was whimper and nod. The pleasure was so intense that cum was just constantly oozing from my cock. The booty bump on top of the slam, combined with the poppers had given me the ability to become a far hungrier slutty pig bottom than I had ever imagined. Colton then slowly withdrew his fist, and pulled it right out. He chuckled at the look on my face which showed him that I needed my hole to take more. He said to me we have all day and night, we can pace ourselves. Besides I think I need your tongue to explore my hole now. With that he helped me out of the sling and laid me on my back on the bed. He then climbed on top of me in a 69 position and lowered his hole onto my tongue. A hole never looked so good and I buried my tongue deep in his waiting hole. I then lifted my legs up and he pinned them back and buried his tongue deep in me. We feverishly ate out each other for about an hour, slurping, probing, twirling the tips of our tongues around in each other…then while I continued my onslaught of his hole with my tongue he started to work a toy back into my hole. He said we need to keep you nice and loose so we can open you up even more. Have you ever been tag-team fucked Jonas? I heard him and responded by moaning and burying my tongue even deeper into his now also loosened hole. He chuckled and said I guess that means you would like that…I removed my tongue for a second to reply yes please…almost yelling in excitement. I would love cum oozing out my hole and then more fucked into me!

When I first started getting fucked I had no idea that you could, should, or needed to “clean out” I just went for it. Yeah, you could expect a mess sometimes but certainly not always. If the top didn’t mind I didn’t. Most tops just want to get their nut off and don’t care. If I haven’t cleaned out first, I don’t care, I’m taking the load. Same thing if I top…I could care less.

why don't we just move on and stop trying to stir up crap by trying to ban certain words that we deem offensive. why dont people just take others as they are, you will find most are great people

Big Ed pumped very slowly, and saw first Rex’s eyes go wide, then his cock rise erect, as Ed’s pumping pushed more and more bicep into the sweet burning boy pussy they had made together. “Fuck him now,” Rex said, “Make him squirm.” Rex reached across the boys small body and squirted lube onto Rex’s arm. And as Ed slowly increased the speed of his bicep fuck for the first time in hours, Rex popered the boy and then lit a bowl. He knew now was not the time to be responsible; now was about letting the animals inside of him and Ed feed on the boy as prey. Rex fed the boy the bowl, not caring how high Wes got, as he admired Ed’s huge black daddy arms fucking the boy harder and harder. As the boy’s pussy began to squelch, Ed pushed deeper. The boy moaned but did not cry, lost in the need of the deep fuck. Ed kept the speed up, but pushed deeper more slowly than he thought possible, realizing that the boy’s hole was working with him craving the fuck. He continued like this, Rex both poppering the boy and keeping the lube fresh, and Wes opened deeper and deeper for Ed’s relentless pursuit of his prize, buried deep in his boy’s pussy. Ed’s entire bicep was now buried in Wes’s ass and the sensation of buttery velvet boy hole enveloping Ed’s whole arm was a huge turn on. Ed pumped and pumped and the boy began chanting “Oh god fill me up Daddy, fill me up.” Ed began pushing harder and the boys hole opened around him and he was buried shoulder deep in Wes’s clutching and clasping boycunt. Ed froze and held completely still. Wes’s mouth was open wide, his face a look of total ecstasy, he eyes open wide, their blue lost in a sea of huge black pupil. Unlike most of the deep fucks he had received tonight this one was all down to him and his own deep need to be taken, used, and dominated. Ed left his arm in place, and watched Wes’s face closely. At first it was sheer bliss, but Ed smirked as Wes’s body sent the message that Ed’s entire arm—thicker than nearly all small trees—was lodged in his guts. Wes moaned out, and as he moaned in Rex was already in place with an open bottle of poppers. Wes remained still, then, and slowly Ed found the boys hole settling. Still Ed waited, listening for the begging to begin. It began so softly only Rex heard it. He spit on the boys face and said, “ What’s that pig? Sup so your daddy can hear you?” Wes raised his voice slightly, the intensity of his feelings of fullness so overwhelming, “Fuck me, daddy, please, I beg you, need more.” So Ed obliged, pushing first his shoulder in and out of the boy, then from his bicep to his shoulder, fucking the boy totally and relentlessly. He was gentle, but he was determined, and Wes felt the fuck intensely. Ed fucked him for over an hour, the boys hole getting looser around his arm, until he could fuck him in one smooth push from closed fist to shoulder, doing this over and over again. Then Rex took over, while Ed did popper and lube duty, whispering filthy messages of destruction and domination into his boy’s ears. As these words took hold in Wes’s drug and lust addled mind, he began to desire further destruction, “More sir, harder, sir, please sir,”. Wes begged. And so Rex did what he loved best: ramped the deep arm fuck up. At full shoulder depth he couldn’t move much—he didn’t expect to—but he did begin a very slight vibration and pumping motion, and as he did so, his should went slightly deeper, now tickling his bicep hair. Wes gasped and moaned, crying “Yes daddy.” So Rex used every trick in his sleeve to deep fuck the boy. He didn’t care as much about punching all the way to the elbow, but he did go slowly out and in, spending time slowly fucking and moving is arm with a slight circular motion. The trick was to keep the fist in the same place but then use the rest of the arm to move in a very slight circle. One hot college stud he’d done it too described it as “Having your ass churned by a telephone pole,” but the next time they hooked up, he begged him to get him to that point as soon as possible. Since he’d already punch fisted the boy to his elbow, he decided to fist him at full depth for two or three small pumps and then pull out and fist him to the mid bicep harder for four or five. He repeated this over and over, trying to drive his arm in until the boy was taking the bicep in one go. And so it continued for several hours. The men did just the smallest puffs here and there of Tina, but they were back to being indiscriminate with the boy. They didn’t give him nearly as much as before, but they didn’t care if the boy would be fried the next day. They only care that he stayed in a hot, hot, heat. This went on until it was well into Sunday morning. The boy had been getting used for something like 42 hours and the wear was starting to show. When Ed pointed it out, Rex agreed, it was time to really bring the boy down again. After each of them gave the boy a good fifteen minutes of brutal punches at all of the depths they had achieved, they pulled the boy into the shower. Ed didn’t even try to be gentle with the water, and just turned it on full blast and fucked the boy hard, nearly all of the hose buried alongside his arm as Ed pushed and pulled the tube deeep into the boy. Wes was so exhausted, still high and lost in lust, that he just grunted and took the fuck. Ed too was enjoying this final bit and it went on for quite a bit longer than needed—maybe a good 1/2 hour of yet more brutality for the smaller white boy. Finally, he grew tired of it and had Wes expel the water that was deep in his guts. They led the boy into the bedroom, and let him ride their cocks. Ed finally fed Wes some GHB to slow him down, and they took turns idling slow fucking him with huge toys while he serviced the other man. Finally, Rex got hit a gut wrenchingly giant silicone cock and let Wes ride it while Rex and Ed smoked some weed and talked. “You know the boy is changed by this experience,” Rex said. “He came in here with a manpussy that you had pumped and molded for your cock and fists.” “Now we’ve given him a fist-addicted cunt,” Rex said smiling. Ed grinned, “Smoking hot fistcunt.” Looking over at Wes who was only riding the big toy 2/3rds way down, Ed called out “Take the toy all the way with every stroke down, want you to stay open.” Wes pushed down and then grunted and squealed. Ed grinned at Rex, “Yep, I know that toy is at least an inch deeper than we took him—just because he’s coming down doesn’t meant he shouldn’t continue to be opening himself deeper for me.” “Look Ed,” Rex said quietly. “I know you are an experienced top, with maybe a decade more of experience of this than me, but I had some thoughts on your boy.” “Sure, buddy,” Ed smiled, “Shoot.” “Well, how much do you want things to go back to the way they were before?” Rex asked.” “You mean to the way my boy before he was cunted for almost 48 hours straight and then when he was super sore, started begging to be punched-fucked shoulder deep by me and another muscle man?” Ed said laughingly. “Exactly,” Rex replied. “Well I wanna keep him, if that’s your question,” Ed said. “Boy’s smart, he’s my appprentice and he was in the honor roll and a varsity diver back at his Atlanta high school,” Ed said, smiling at the surprised look on Rex’s face. “Kid’s family is filthy rich, but his Dad disowned him when he came out and announced he was moving in with the middle-aged black bear who’d just restored his daddies vintage 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL,” Ed continued, “Luckily, grandmama is much more understanding and she diverted most of her hateful sons’ inheritance into the trust fund already established for her beloved grand baby. That Chanel-suited dame don’t give two shits if he wants to be a gay muscle himbo with a black daddy. Kids loaded—most of it just piles up as interest. All my boy spends money on is muscle tees, short shorts, daddy porn , fisting porn, and sex toys.” Rex mouth hung open in surprise. “No worries buddy, “ Ed assured Red, “The whole country hick black bear and runaway white himbo pussy jock thing is just our way of keeping our real business below the radar. There’s a shit ton of nearly priceless collectible cars in the big complex at the back of this land. Tom and I run one of the most successful and discrete car restoration firms in the country.” Ed continued, “The car business is 100% clean—well we are pretty sure nearly all our owners are legit— but Tom really does deal some drugs, mainly I think to get back at his bible-thumping parents who died when he was 22 and left him a fortune. I make sure it’s all kept separate though.” “Anyway, I don’t want to ruin the boy,” Ed said, “I want him to learn the business, get his MBA and help me and Tom.” “I also think maybe I am in love with him. But I do want more from him, especially sexually,” Ed said. Rex smiled, “More?” “I want to really bond him tight to my will, make him crave what he did tonight,” Ed said. “He’s still craving it right now, buddy,” Rex replied and stroked his meat watching the boy whine as he took finally took the last 1/4 inch of the giant toy. “My thoughts, as someone who may have done this before more than once,” Rex said, “I would keep him fucked up and whored out for several weeks. Deep fist him all the time, introduce him to some of your nastier friends, really show him how much of a whore he is. Treat him almost like you would if you wanted to ruin him and sell him on.” Rex paused, and then smiled dreamily, “He will only want you more when you detox him and get him back to the life you had before. The smart ones, the ones raised right, always do. They crave the nastiness the most.” Ed agreed, especially since there weren’t any pressing resto jobs for the next eight weeks. And so after he and Rex gave Wesley another load, Ed sent Wesley to bed in the spare bedroom with a huge bottle of Gatorade and a sleeping pill. When Wes awoke after six hours, he found another bottle of Gatorade, some yoghurt, a protein bar, and another sleeping pill. He also found a note, a thin leather collar trimmed in red, and his cell phone. “If you want to take it to the next level with me, boy,” the note read, “And be my fistcunt slave, put on this collar, take several slutty selfies with it on, and text it to me. Then eat and drink and go back to bed.” Wesley smiled, cleaned up his hair and put on the collar, he took several sexy shots, making sure to show off his puffy hole, and sent them to Ed. After a few minutes, while Wesley was munching on the protein bar, realizing just how hungry he was, Ed texted back. “That’s my beautiful boy. I think your ruined pussy is so hot I am gonna keep it that way. Go back to bed and get some rest, You’re going to need it.” The End

Tommy and Zeke walked the vendor room at “Comicpalooza” The biggest sci-fi/fantasy convention on the east coast, They shared a love of comic books with morally ambiguous anti-heroes who usually saved the day but not because they cared. They had discovered their common love of comics and that they had the same absolute favorite series during Mike and Jeff’s visit when Tommy had stealthily stalked Jeff who was laying in the sun by the pool. Springing onto him and delivering his half of the tag line as he pinned his cousin to the towel “only consequences” whispered in a dark dramatic voice Jeff rolled his eyes “Oh god, are you STILL on that “Spider and Sting” trip? You have been stalking me and saying that since you were ten or so. Get over it!” he said in good natured exasperation Zeke then stood and came to stand over the two striking a dramatic pose of his own pointing at Jeff and said in his sultry quiet “demon” voice “There is no justice” the first half of the tag line Tommy then grinned at his cousin and repeated “only consequences” Spider and Sting had been a spin off comic from one of the major comic companies that though it did not sell well initially now had a cult following. Spider somewhat resembled Zeke Evil though he was even thinner and wore huge steampunkish goggles, a standard anti-hero skin tight black latex catsuit thigh high black boots and gloves to the elbow. When he wished his slightest touch skin to skin caused a slow creeping illness the persisted until the victim confessed his sins and made them right. While someone had the illness Spider inhabited their mind tormenting them with images of what they had done and what the consequences were. Spider could also make himself irresistibly attractive to people making them want to touch him and he used this to take advantage of the rich and corrupt Sting was a knife wielding martial artist constantly battling to control a demon who possessed him but also made him the only person in the world immune to Spider’s touch He protected the physically frail Spider. There were strong implications that they were lovers but it was never really confirmed. His catsuit was silver with white boots and gloves and a silver headband. Oddly enough, or maybe not so oddly Thomas Evil looked a lot like him Zeke and Tommy had looked at each other and smiled both of them making a connection and seeing deeper into the other’s motivations and influences So now they walked the convention in full Spider and Sting regalia, Zeke with his goggles and black catsuit and Tommy next to him with his silver headband and matching silver catsuit with the biohazard backed skull that was the sigil of the comic book duo in acid green on their chest. At 8pm the adults only party started and the kinkier side of the crowd emerged. They saw latex fairies, leather elves and trussed up space rangers hands bound behind their backs and ball gags in their mouths Tommy and Zeke removed the matching shorts they had worn for modesty’s sake to reveal just how tight latex could be, leaving very little to the imagination. Tommy put on a matching silver collar and Zeke attached a leash as they joined the menagerie fitting right in. Most of society would call these people freaks or worse. Most of society was boring. They all filed into the hotel ballroom for the aptly named “Freaks and Geeks” party and Tommy lead Zeke out on the dance floor where it was hard to tell if they were dancing or making out. Later as they took a break a handsome man in his late 40s approached them “You two are the best Spider and Sting I have ever seen. I am Bill Roaker and I am truly honored” he said, extending his hand. Bill Roaker had been the creator and artist on the Spider and Sting series as well as many other comics and both Tommy and Zeke recognized the name shaking his had warmly “It’s so nice to meet you! Spider and Sting was my favorite comic growing up,. I just knew they were lovers and it gave a little boy who was different hope that I would find love myself someday” Tommy gushed like every fanboy ever meeting a boyhood hero Then a young man maybe a year or so younger than Tommy came up and wormed his way into Bill’s arms the family resemblance evident and at odds with how he wrapped his arms around Bill’s waist “There you are Dad” he said and kissed him “This is my son Ken” Bill said in a tentative voice not sure of how this would be received and not seeming completely comfortable with it himself “Nice to meet you Ken” Zeke said, smiling. He and Tommy both fooled around with their cousins. Who were they to judge? They all sat at a table away from the dance floor and Ken explained, “Most kids have various crushes and such but the only one I ever had was my Dad. It just felt so natural to love him. He was clueless though. Just a normal dad to me. I think I was 15 or 16 when he finally realized that when I told him I loved him I meant that I was in love with him. His only reaction was to say “I love you too Son. If you still feel this way when you are 18 we can talk” then he went back to being a normal dad. Well my 18th birthday was yesterday and I still am in love with him” Ken said looking almost defiantly at his father “I can’t deny I love him and that he is the most beautiful boy in the world” Bill said looking a bit troubled “I never thought about him in a sexual way till now. I would not let myself and I have been to busy raising him since his mom passed. But yesterday he made it plain he’s interested in more than a platonic relationship. I should be thrilled to have an 18 year old gorgeous boy who wants me so badly but he’s my son” “You don’t want to have sex with him?” Tommy asked “I’m HIV positive. I don’t want to poz him but he refuses to even discuss condoms” Bill answered blushing a little and looking at Ken with a kind of hopeless love and longing “I want to experience my dad in every way and condoms would just come between us” Ken said with a stubborn set to his jaw “And I’m not pozzing my own son” Bill said just as stubbornly :I will go out and get someone else to do it if I have to!” Ken said hotly “Then we can be together with no qualms on your part” Zeke and Bill were a little taken aback when Tommy took Ken’s hand and said “I’d love to poz you, I’d really like to help you two out” Zeke snorted, choking a little on that one. Little Thomas Evil was showing his horns and Zeke felt a swell of pride and love in his heart “You are poz?” Ken asked Tommy nodded “Zeke infected me the night we met over a year ago I have never regretted it. We are getting married in a few weeks” he said taking Zeke’s hand and letting all his love shine in his eyes “I have never been with anyone” Ken said shyly looking down Tommy leaned across the table and put a finger under his chin tilting his head up and kissing him. "I will be gentle. I promise. Then you and your dad can be together forever just like Zeke and I” The entire situation had Zeke ready to burst but he held back letting Tommy handle it. “What if it doesn’t take?” Bill asked, then “I can’t believe I am sitting here talking to someone about infecting my 18 year old son with HIV” “Once I have bred him you will never know who infected him” Tommy said “Can you live with that?” Bill thought about it and then nodded “I just don’t want to know for sure I pozzed him” Then he looked at Ken “Son are you sure? You are so young and there are so many guys your age for you to fall in love with” “I have been in love with you for years. I want this” Ken said taking his dad’s hand They rose and went upstairs to Zeke and Tommy’s suite all four stripping, Ken somewhat shyly. Zeke and Tommy took a quick shower after a day in latex and when they came back out Ken and Bill were making out on the bed laying on their sides. Tommy got behind Ken as Zeke slipped behind Bill who nodded and said “I have wanted to be fucked by Spider since I first drew him” Father and son continued to kiss as Zeke slid into the more experienced ass and started a slow grinding in and out motion Tommy took his time, working lubed fingers in gently stretching that hole and getting it ready for his toxic 8 incher. He put the head at that virgin hole and gently pushed in feeling his mushroom head pop through the slight resistance as Ken moaned in pain. Tommy reached around him and found his nipples fingering them till they came up to hard points then pinching as he slid further in. The combination if new sensations allowing Ken to relax enough for Tommy to fully enter him. Tommy slowly fucked this neg boy his toxic pre slicking the way and letting him speed up soon pounding into him as he and Zeke rolled their bottom onto their stomachs taking command of the situation. Zeke leaned over and kissed his Tommy as they got ready to breed father and son Groaning as they came together dumping their virus tainted seed into the willing holes beneath them. After they got up Ken rolled onto his back and looked at his dad “I need you” he whispered and Bill moved between his son’s legs raising his legs up and sliding a cock a bit longer and thicker than Tommy’s in Zeke held Tommy as they watched Bill and Ken consummate their love. Bill did not last long and soon he bred his Son even deeper than Tommy had, Ken shooting all over both of them “I love you Dad” Ken said Bill looked at him and said “Ken, we are lovers and life partners now. You need to start calling me Bill” then he kissed his lover gently ***************************************** Comments and questions welcome

As a queer, kinky, polyamorous person of color, the deck is ALREADY stacked against me. I have voted in every election I have been allowed to and I will continue to vote until my dying day. We did not get here, through the good graces of those in power. We voted them out/down. EVERY vote can be a step in the right direction and I intend to keep us moving forward. Those that say "I'm not political" are displaying their privilege. I've never had the luxury to not be political. If I don't vote, i may very well lose the ability to or at the very least, it will become more difficult for me.

This topic was originally posted in General Discussion and was moved to the Politics forum later (by me, because that's where it belongs). So the Jameson was not at fault.

Love sounding. Love having a guy fuck my cock with a rod…and love showing others. Once I had a curious married dude play with a sound in my cock…then he jacked a load of his cum on my cock…pull the rod out of my dick and slowly pushed scoop his load into my shaft with the rod…until his full load was inside me. That was so intense…. I came buckets.

I wouldn’t put your house up on the market anytime soon. The advantage of living in my area is that it is right at the entrance to the beach area, so I get a lot of guys who are here for a week or so from the Midwest and the Northeast. It really is about location and the fact I can host. These guys are looking for someone close, usually is available during the day as well as early evenings, and can offer privacy. If i lived 15 miles north, or east, I might not be so fortunate. People like myself who live close to resort or beach areas generally have better luck because there are always horny “snow birds” or dare I admit “spring breakers” who are just unfamiliar with the area and don’t want to travel too far. I offer a place that is easy to find so I get a lot of guys off of Sniffies and other telephone apps. It’s that saying “location, location, location”.😀

FUUUUUCK…. This is making me so hard!

I don't do it. Simple as that really.

Cant write that 😉 But was incest.

No regrets. I've gone from a bottom who would struggle to get penetrated, and find it uncomfortable, to loving getting fucked. While I can now take huge toys and fists, if I'm having an evening of regular sex it still feels amazing. Of course if stretching and fisting is incorporated into that sex then I'll be looser, but tops expect that.

Was fearing a dry spell when I had fun two nights in a row. Dinner at a couple (FWBs) ended in bed with them taking turns fucking me. One load from one, two from the other. Then the next day a young guy I had met at a sex party a while ago contacted me out of the blue. Hadn't heard from him for while. Needed Daddy ass. Enthousiastically fucked two loads in. Then the cheeky chap said his balls weren't empty yet. I'm a good cocksucker! Knew I had him when he started to squirm under me. Bingo! Makes me want more now 😉

BZ has a forum area for bugchasing, contrary to the opinion of some posters the entire site isn't dedicated to that topic, in fact bugchasing posts and replies are often removed by the moderators when posted in other areas . This particular thread is in the health area, which is more about avoiding disease, rather than actively seeking it.

To say Zeke was uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement. If you had told hum a year ago that he would be spending a Sunday afternoon sitting by the pool in his fiancé's parent’s backyard, sipping fruit punch from a red plastic cup and waiting for the ribs on the grill to get done at a party designed for him to get to know said fiancé's family he would have told you you were insane. Yet here he was making pleasantries with Tommy’s aunt, a lovely woman who’s biggest concern in life was apparently what color his couch was so she could crochet them a nice throw for it…. Maybe with some matching pillows. He looked across the gathering, his eyes finding Tommy’s face with it’s amused green eyes, just the color of new leaves in shade, and an impish smile looking back at him to see how he was coping. Seeing that smile become softer as Zeke smiled back with amusement and genuine fondness for this sweet woman who was putting aside a lifetime of unthinking prejudice against LGBTQ people simply because her nephew loved him. Zeke found the entire situation.. Enchanting. Here was an entire group of people who were willing to accept him, to include him in the love that was family simply because Tommy had chosen him. Zeke was uncomfortable because it was a totally new experience for him. Growing up his parents had been to extreme, So spiritual and pacifistic that they could not understand their son’s more aggressive nature. “Chill out and go with the flow” was not the answer to everything when it came to raising a child. Speaking of his parents… Zeke’s mom and dad sat downwind with many of the younger adult family members and some not so young passing a joint (now legal in the state) around. Their “modern day hippie” looks and liberal views making the members of their own generation in this small town far more uncomfortable than Zeke and Tommy did. It’s not that his parent’s views were wrong. They would work beautifully in a perfect world but this world was not perfect and try as they might to ignore that it never would be. They were just as hidebound as the small town conservatives who surrounded them but thanks to Tommy who had invited them without telling Zeke. they were in the same place sharing vires… Progress? Maybe? The fact his parents always had the best weed was helping His encounter with his parents, the first in a decade, had been both surprising and brief. They had not smothered him with affection as they had done when he was a child to gloss over there disappointment that he was not a perfect little copy of them, but had hugged him once his Dad saying “Look Son, there is a huge gulf between us and that is our fault. We made mistakes and had no right to try and force our attitudes on you. We were the adults in the situation and we messed up big time. When and if you are ever ready to talk about it we will be there” and then they had converged on Tommy wanting to know this special young man who had cracked their son’s stone heart, He had heard his mom quietly say “Thank you for showing him how to love, he may not see it but you have changed him so much. I have not seen him so happy since he was about five years old” Zeke was happy… and uncomfortable but that’s far better than cold, closed off familiarity any day. The one outlier to the general happiness was Tommy’s cousin Dale. He was at 31, a more rugged version of Tommy and twice divorced. Pretending to be far drunker than he was he said loudly “I don’t see why little Tommy coming out as the fairy I always knew he was and finding some guy to plow his butt on a regular basis is reason to celebrate” just to share his anger and resentment that others could be happy while he failed over and over. He didn’t care one way or the other about gays he just wanted to ruin things for the fun of it Silence… Then his shoulders were gripped by hands with long painted nails and he was spun around. His mother, a woman who had spent her life telling him how special he was, telling him that every failure was someone else’s fault. A woman who had defended him when he messed up with indignant “My son would never do such a thing!” knowing full well he had. A woman who had never raised a hand to her precious Son slapped him so hard he saw stars “Dale Johnson! How dare you? I raised you better than that!” she said anger and shame in her voice Many at the party choked on that. This was exactly who she raised her son to be but there was always room and hope for change and apparently he had gone to far even for her this time “I think you should leave Dale.” Tommy’s das said quietly several brothers, nephews and uncles and even more sisters, nieces aunts moving to stand together in solidarity with him “I’m just expressing my opinion! I’m allowed to do that! It’s my right as an American!” Dale shouted “Express away, just not in my yard” Tommy’s Dad said as Dale was frog marched to the gate and shoved through. They all heard his motorcycle he had parked in the front yard as he left. “How much do you want to bet he spun out in the grass?” Tommy’s uncle said to his dad Dale seethed as he rode away. Even his mom has sided with those queers! He knew he had been totally wrong but he didn’t care. He didn’t notice Zeke standing in the gate watching him go. The rest of the party was happy but more subdued. Dale had gotten what he wanted even though he didn’t get to see it. They spent a week at Tommy’s parents house Zeke in the guest room and Tommy sleeping in his old room out of respect. Even a simple blowjob tended to get loud with those two so they abstained, On the 4th day of their visit however Tommy’s mom had a doctors appointment in a nearby town and wanted to do some shopping after. As always his dad drove her and they would be gone all afternoon. They closed every blind in the house and started getting ready for a scene they both craved. Zeke went full on “poz leather demon” while Tommy dressed in totally “Boy next door” clothes and they met in Tommy’s room., both set their phones and a couple video cameras in strategic places around the room and began… Tommy sat at his computer, He was barely 18 and a total virgin. He had been chatting with a man online for a couple weeks. An older man from a distant city. Tommy had told the man all about himself including where he was from and all his fantasies. He had even sent him pictures of himself in a jock showing off his ass and other pictures. The man had responded with pictures of his own, Tall, lean and hung Today the man’s responses were taking longer than usual. He explained he was driving and could only respond when he pulled over and parked. “I wish you could be here today. My parents are gone and I’m all alone.” Tommy sent “I just parked in front of your house” came the reply Tommy laughed and then he heard the front door open and close followed by footsteps on the stairs and then Zeke came through the door… in full leather gear… his pants bulging almost obscenely “Hello Boy” he said in a sultry growl “How did you get here?” Tommy asked shocked “Your house number was in one of those pictures you sent me and you toll me the street you live on. It was simple. You made it easy. Now I have come to claim you and make you my sex slave forever!”( they had written the dialogue in what Tommy termed “Classic VGA porn style” ) Tommy hit play and the most stereotypical 1970s porn music he could find started playing through the lap top speakers as Zeke crossed the room pulling out his cock and slapping Tommy’s face with it The “18 year old virgin” got on his knees and started sucking cock like a pro, deep throating Zeke’s massive member with no problem even as Zeke grabbed a handful of hair and stuffed it in After almost getting Zeke to shoot in his mouth Tommy pulled off and stripped. Zeke guiding him to his bed and binding his writs and ankles with the leather restraints that just happened to be there,,, in an 18 year old virgins small town bedroom… then he mounted the "innocent young man” and rammed balls deep and bare into his “virgin ass” Tommy did not have to fake the moan of pain this caused even after months of being fucked by Zeke. The fact that he craved that pain was irrelevant as Zeke began to fuck him roughly Zeke had to admit fucking Tommy in his parent’s house surrounded by the posters, trophies and the general clutter of a typical teen’s room was hot and Tommy looked so sweet and innocent when he wanted to it always reminding him of that first night “There is something I didn’t tell you before I restrained you Boy.” Zeke said “I’m not wearing a condom and I’m poz. I’m going to cum in you and knock you up with my virus. I'm going to seed you with my HIV. There is no stopping it now! When I breed you I'm going to infect you!” Tommy managed to get “Oh no! Not poz!” out without giggling as he “struggled” against his restraints. “Beg me for it! Beg me to poz you, you little slut” Zeke snarled and he slapped Tommy’s ass hard Tommy pushed back his ass like a cat in heat “Ohhh that feels so good! Please cum in me! Give me your dirty seed! Make me your poz cum dump!” spouting such naughty words for a first timer Zeke let out a groan “Here it comes boy!” as he rammed in shooting his poison cum deep into his lover’s ass. “You are mine now!” as Tommy shot his load, his cock untouched as always into the conveniently placed towel under him. Zeke released him and they turned off all the cameras then looked at each other and cracked up falling onto the bed to laugh and kiss for a while. Tommy would edit all the footage down to a very hot video they would watch occasionally for years They managed to get everything cleaned up, showered and dressed normally sitting at diner that evening in perfect innocence. Tommy’s mom was an excellent cook and they complemented her dinner profusely for all that it had been a casserole she had made days ago and frozen “Thank you dears” She said warmly “And I hope you enjoyed your afternoon alone today. Intimate time is so important for a young couple” she continued with a sly twinkle in her eyes They both almost choked and Zeke found out where Tommy’s sense of humor came from, *********** Dale wiped off the counter in his Dad’s shop. He always thought of it as that though his dad had been gone five years now and his mom owned the 49% of the shop that was theirs, Dad had started the shop with money from Ze-corp who despite owning 51% of the shop only took 30% of the net profits now, That had dropped with no explanation a few months ago. Just a memo instructing them to change the percentage they sent. Dale had very little reason to complain about their relationship with Ze-corp. It allowed him to combine his inventory orders with other businesses the corporation owned, getting them much better prices. Ze-corp also provided health insurance at a greatly discounted price a small business could never negotiate. Dale complained anyway. Dale complained about everything. He was convinced that life had somehow cheated him though deep inside je knew it was his own actions that caused most of his problems He looked out the front of the shop and saw his cousin Tommy and his fiancé sitting at the outdoor café across the street. He honestly regretted his outburst at the party brought on by petty jealousy but he would never admit that. Zeke seemed to be looking thoughtfully at the shop, As Dale turned away to another task he saw Zeke take out his phone and make a call. Zeke had been thinking about Dale and what to do about him as he sat looking at the shop. He could crush the man’s life easily but when he looked at Dale he saw Tommy’s face just a little older. He couldn’t destroy someone with that face. He was 50% owner of Ze-Corp, the company his grandfather had built and left to him, Tommy owned the other 50% though he didn’t know that yet. When he had figured out that Tommy’s relatives co-owned one of his subsidiaries he had reduced the percentage of the profits they paid. They were Tommy's family and it was a small thing. Making a decision he asked Tommy to go up the street and get them both ice-cream which would take him at least half an hour because the ice-cream shop was small and busy then he called the Ze-Corp office having them patch him through the local shop here where Dale’s mom answered. He had the Ze-Corp people introduce him and confirm that he indeed was the owner then he explained that he was also Tommy’s fiance and he told her his plan finishing up a few minutes before Tommy returned. As Dale closed and locked the front door his mom came out of the office :Who were you on the phone with so long earlier?” he asked “Ze-corp” she said “What do they want now? Are they raising what we pay back up again?” he asked “Sit down and shut up” she snapped, pointing to a chair “What they wanted was to let us know about a new mental health initiative they are launching. For the next five years they are removing any caps on our use of mental health services and will even be covering our deductibles. I’m going to be taking advantage of this and so are you.” Actually Zeke was covering the increased costs out of his pocket “I’m just fine, I don’t need a shrink! I’m not telling some stranger everything about me so they can judge me!” he said hotly “You are going to take advantage of this” She said firmly “And what will you do if I don’t” he sneered “I will fire you, the shop is mine and Ze-Corp’s not yours and I have always had personnel control of it. I get complaints about your shitty attitude constantly and it’s affecting business. You will get help for your anger issues and I will see progress or you will be looking for a job!” Dale’s mental health journey took years but in the end he became a better man for it. Eventually people forgot the old Dale as they came to know and respect the new one. He would eventually apologize to Tommy, Zeke and the entire family and he was forgiven, That’s what families do, ********************* Ezekiel was pleasantly surprised. Dale had been diverted much earlier than he had thought possible. The most likely future had him deteriorating to the point he would perpetrate a mass shooting incident. Tommy and Zeke would have had several chances to divert him but this was a line he had not foreseen. There was something odd about Zeke and Tommy together. It was like they had access to more paths than they should. So far it had only lead to positive things but it need watching ************************************************************************ Hey folks I hope you are enjoying Zeke’s Tales. Any comments or suggestions would be appreciated, Scanbu

Time to own up. Got drunk, really drunk in Orlando. I'm 45, and dived into Sniffles. Looking for older, panties bottom.... not passable sissy. Older dude, 54 3 blocks away wants to meet up, he is hosting. I'm lubed, panties on, and clean.... I'm ready to fuck. I stumble to a big ass hotel, to meet him.in the hallway...we walk in and he is alady hard. I jump on the bed, ass up. I decided to take the old load raw though married...and he slides in multiple pumps and he softens up, I flip around to suck him.off to get that cock fit for fuckn'. Hard as a rock, he has me on my back, pulling my pink walmart 3.99.panties to the side he rhythmicly pounds my ass like a good beta top...I need to enter power bottom mode. I don't take just any ole coxk willy nilly. This cock.needs to pound and smash.......I give direction...beg to fuck.me...and.maybe don't cum.inside of me. Then it's time for some skull fucking. Head on edge of bed, mouth to be used as a fuck hole... but old boy needs to Blast inside, I know it. I position him to go cowgirl... and ride that cock asking him to not cum.inside and then cum.inside as I play with my tits......finally. He thrusts as he holds my bitch hips and I sink deep until.i feel.thatbmy fat ass is draping him an rhythmiclly grimg his cock. As he says he3s about to cum I sink down further on his fat ball sack...he is cumming while I try to keep and clench .I make sure I writhe and wiggle to get every last drop until he pops out... you bottoms know ;). After I dress and exit, heading back to.my hotel room to pound curved CUCUMBERS into my ass I fuck.myseself for at.least an hour and slam my own cum into my hole to squirter at.least 2 more times. That wet lubry load being used to fuck me more....luckily no symptoms of being po,zed this time...just cum lube to cum on in myself... Really wish he had a friend....I luv expos and conventions in Orlando...tons of old guy dick to ride...

So that vacant middle lot between Ramrod and Decades has wrapped up some excavation work (maybe a new hookup to the sewer lines?), so at least something is happening over there (and t.y., A.O.). The framing shop on the other (N) side of RR is kaput. How about this for a "pipe-dream" .... RR picks off the next door north (ex-framing shop), already owns the vacant lot next door south, and they're going to build a new bar - and include a nice, big, darkroom with space for dozens and dozens of hungry men !!

Thanks. I really do promise there is more coming. I was on vacation (Island House in Key West!) and didn't really have time.

With the high crime and with the DA & Gov letting people out of jail and prisons, CA is like many other states doing the same. So many of us have fled those cities & states. Crime drives down the cost of land. Easier for land grabbing at a much lower cost. As nice as it is to make drugs legal, it's also not helping the crime and many big companies have gotten tired of losing billions so they have moved out. Some news media don't show how bad the crime is. Most only see one side to things and think it's the correct way. What if it's not? What if both sides are whacked and they are just playing each other against each other for their entertainment?

Chapter 1 I work for a non-profit which seeks to rehabilitate sex offenders in Indianapolis. My friends are always telling me how worried they are about me—I'm a few months over 18, but I'm pretty small and I could easily pass for younger if I wanted to. They don't want me to get "raped" like their past "victims" were. All that tells me is that they're uneducated. Most people I work with are public masturbators and public urinators, people who made one mistake that ends up defining their lives. People I want to help re-enter society and get their life back. Earl is different. My boss texts me the names, addresses, and offenses of the people we work with a little in advance: public information. That Friday afternoon, I got the text during math class. I was gonna meet a 46 year old man named Earl Jessup at his apartment on 14th St. He'd been in prison for 10 years, and looking at his convictions, I understood why. The less said about his offenses the better, but it was enough to make me nervous. I almost passed it up, but I didn't like the idea of letting a coworker get the case instead of me. Plus, it would only prove my friends right: I wasn't in danger, and I was gonna prove it to them. I pulled up outside his apartment around 3:45. I sat in my car for 5 minutes before deciding to suck it up and go. I was perfectly safe with a man like this... right? When I knocked on his door, I didn't get any response. I rang his doorbell and waited. Maybe he wasn't home? I was about to turn around when someone inside opened the door. He was big—really big. 6'4" and 225, at least. He was wearing a bathrobe he'd clearly just put on a few seconds ago. "Fuck, you interrupted me. What do you want, boy?" I looked up and down at him. The bottom of his cock, still half-hard, poked out of the bottom of his robe. Fuck—this guy was huge. An evil thought occurred to me—"what kind of ungrateful bastard would call the cops on this dick?" It was 3 inches longer and twice as thick as any cock I'd seen, even my boyfriend's. The pink head alone looked like it was the size of my fist. He was coated with precum. I could smell it from here. "Eyes up here, honey. You gonna tell me what you're doing outside my apartment?" Fuck, was I staring? I looked back up and made eye contact. "Sorry," I said. And I kinda was sorry—I felt guilty for looking at another man's cock and having thoughts like that. My boyfriend and I aren't open! I shouldn't have these feelings about any man, let alone a man straight out of prison. "Are you Earl Jessup?" "Yeah, and I'm not trying to go back to prison, so get to the point or run away, boy, because those tiny shorts are starting to make me real happy." It's true—I was kind of dressed like a slut. I didn't expect to get casework tonight. His dick was getting harder. "You wouldn't go to jail, I'm 18." Why was that the first thing I said? Did I want this evil bastard to fuck me? Let me remember the script... "Um, and I work with a sex offender rehabilitation nonprofit serving the greater Indianapolis area. I've been assigned to you as a volunteer caseworker who can help you adjust to living in society and finding acceptance in a community." "18, huh?" he said. "Well, I don't believe you, but get in here anyway." Did he hear any of what I said except that? "Oh, I just uh- came by to introduce myself, that's all." "I told you to get inside. Your job is to make me feel accepted, right?" Fuck. His dick was poking out of his robe. Did he get hard just looking at me? What is he thinking about doing to me? "Okay... but I can't stay for long." "Good boy." He put his hand on my shoulder and led me into his apartment. Fuck, he had such a strong grip, too. I took another look at the part of his stomach that was exposed by the robe. "Is that a tattoo, sir?" I asked. I clearly got his interest. "It is," he said. He spread his robe apart more to show me it in full. "It looks like a biohazard symbol. What does it mean?" "You'll see," he said. He took two glasses from the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Was he trying to get me drunk? I wanted to run away, but I knew my supervisor would be upset at me. My friends would probably make me quit, too, and I liked this opportunity. But the strongest reason I decided to stay was the primal, irresistible urge to see more of this older man's body. I wanted to indulge my intense desire to be in the presence of his throbbing cock. I didn't need to do anything with it, I just wanted to be near it. I needed to burn it into my memory to remind me what I'm missing out on with my pin-dick boyfriend. I made up my mind to stay, despite the risk. "You'll see what it means real soon, boy." He was fully hard when he said that and a little pre-cum was dripping out of his throbbing cock. To be continued

This incest party is starting to get smoking hot!

Editorial Note: What follows is entirely a story of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real or historical figures is pure happenstance. A Fateful Meet-Cute Prince Zaid Rohan Venkata, heir apparent to the throne of the Maharajahs of Alvar, and one of the richest men in India, leaned back on the leather sofa in his top-floor suite barely noticing the spectacular view of Washington through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sighed contentedly and used one hand to push the sweet, sucking mouth of Andy Galvin further down on his thick ten inches. With his other hand he stroked his lightly muscled chest and rubbed the salt-and-pepper fur that ran across his tight six pack, his body gleaming tawny brown in the dim light, his body honed by fencing, intense yoga, polo-riding, and his favorite exercise of all: riding the tight muscle ass of a ginger slut. The Prince had picked the boy up in, of all place, J.R.’s Bar. He hated the bar, with its outdated video loops and pretentious Washington men. His own tastes ran much more to The Eagle or the Green Lantern. But J.R.’s was a great place to pickup hot college boys. He’d noticed the stud immediately, standing with a group of friends, all obviously from his college. He was pretty muscular for a kid that young—a gymnast Zaid would guess. But unlike other gymnasts, who often didn’t have big legs, the little man’s thighs bulged, ending in a spectacular, muscly ass. He was short—probably 5’5”—and he had the milk-and-cream complexion and curly ginger hair that drove Zaid wild. Zaid was standing in the corner of the bar keeping an eye on the boy and his friends. The Prince was dressed with the quiet luxury of the very rich. On top an ivory Brunello Cuccinelli T-shirt rested perfectly tight, showing off his lean torso muscles and the dark fur on his arms, the only visible jewelry being the dark black ceramic Rado watch he wore. The watch’s band was studded evenly with brass studs, the only hint he wore tonight of what direction he liked sex to go. He wore a plain pair of dark blue jeans, custom tailored by his tailor in London, designed so the stitching subtly accented the bulge in his crotch and followed his long legs down to regulation Loro Piano loafers. Zaid could tell the boy was interested. And that meant he was exactly what Zaid was looking for tonight: a hot muscle red head with a daddy fetish. Tiring of the game and ready to get the boy naked and ass up in his suite, Zaid went over to meet the kid. His name was Andy and he had just graduated from Georgetown with a degree in finance. “I was ready to be done and get on with life, man,” Andy said. Keeping his face neutral, Zaid cringed on the inside. That would be the first lesson he’d teach the boy: Prince Zaid was his superior and always addressed as sir, or master, or preferably my lord prince. But he kept the boy talking, knowing it was too early to reveal his wealth and power. Zaid was fucking Andy’s throat hard, looking out the window and vaguely seeing the beautiful lights of the city. The kid was a good cocksucker, but Zaid’s ten inches were taxing his skills. Zaid loved the way the kids throat bulged as he gurgled and stuttered around the thick cock invading him. Zaid looked down, taking in how beautiful the boys pink lips looked stretched around his big tawny brown cock. Admiring yet again the boy’s bulging shoulder muscles, and the deep crease in his perfect back, he glanced back at the upturned muscle ass, perfectly accentuated by the bright red jockstrap he wore. It had been that jockstrap that sealed the deal. And the kid didn’t know it yet, but that jockstrap and what it represented was probably going to alter his life forever, introducing him to a world where his public life would be resplendent with the ease of effortless luxury, his needs catered to by an army of servants, but his private life would be one of groveling sexual servitude, kneeling always before the big cock and being a slave to its wants with all his body and soul. Prince Zaid had discovered the red jockstrap after he’d gotten the kid away from his friends. He had taken him to a discrete corner of the upstairs balcony, and they had started making out, the boys cock rock hard against Zaid’s thigh as he kissed him. Once it was beyond clear the college boy was into a man slightly more than twice his age, Zaid had felt inside the back of the boys jeans, wanting to feel the flesh of the hard muscle ass, the boy cooing a bit as he felt up Zaid’s big cock with his smaller palm. “Is that a jockstrap, boy?” Zaid had queried. Blushing, Andy looked sheepish, and said, “I wasn’t going to stay here all night. My real plan was to hit the Green Lantern later.” Now Zaid was really interested. “Turn around and let me see it,” he said, effortlessly spinning the boy around and pulling the back of his jeans out and down slightly. Leaning forward and pulling the boy’s hot body against his torso, Zaid growled in his ear, “Red heads aren’t supposed to wear red and gay boys shouldn’t wear red to a fetish bar unless they know what it means.” Turning to face Zaid, his crystal clear blue eyes gazing directly into the taller man’s golden hazel ones, Andy said clearly and firmly, “I know what it means, sir.” After he came down the boy’s amazing throat, Zaid returned to the sofa, where he was now sipping on a crystal tumbler of scotch. Between his legs Andy nursed and suckled on his still half-hard cock. Andy kept his back perfectly arched and his ass high and it looked for all the world like he was doing his favorite thing in the world. Zaid decided to test the boy and released a mouthful of piss into Andy’s mouth. The kid's eyes flew open and he swallowed and moaned, looking up the whole time at Zaid. And so Zaid fed him the entire contents of his bladder, Andy eagerly swallowing without losing a drop. Between the perfect position of Andy’s body and the way he drank Zaid’s piss, Zaid knew the boy had received some training in the rules of gay fetish. But there was an important point Andy wasn’t aware of yet: all the next week, Andy would be uncovering fetishes and discovering needs he didn’t know he had with the help of the dominant prince he was now serving. The minute Zaid saw the red jockstrap on Andy’s muscle ass the Prince’s plans for the next week changed. Zaid had gone out looking for a relatively straightforward hookup, preferably with a young blonde or ginger and ideally one who didn’t mind if things got a little rough. But the fact that the kid was into fisting moved Andy into a whole new category: Prince Zaid was seeking a new full-time boy. It had been 5 years since Zaid had moved Jake from the penthouse in New Delhi where his current boy always lived and into Jake’s own luxury penthouse in Berlin. The entire time Jake had been his boy he had used his marketing skills for one of the prince’s families hotel brands. Now that he had five years of marketing experience to top-off the marketing degree from Princeton he had just earned when Zaid drew him into his orbit, he was ready for a junior leadership role. But Jake had wanted the Prince to love him, and had grown bitter and resentful when the Prince refused Jake. And so when his five-year contract ended, he had not renewed and had wanted to move to Berlin because it was the world capital of sleazy sex. Zaid was still close with both of his previous boys, and both benefited from the complex interplay of business interests that Zaid ran on behalf of his family. And after Andy was tested in the next week, Andy might very well be putting his prestigious business degree to work in the financial interests of the Prince of India he worshiped privately at home. Zaid was now busy strapping Andy’s ass. He admired the perfect red stripes against the cream-colored skin and the way his gorgeous ass muscles clenched with every hit. He really hadn’t intended to do this here in the hotel. He’d moved Andy to the smallest internal room of the suite—some sort of small sitting room—and closed all of the doors, turned the aircon on with the fan running, and made sure soft music was playing in the lounge—he didn’t want anyone to come question the sounds a hot little stud made when getting his ass strapped. First, the strap itself was noisy, making a big slap as the wide, heavy leather hit the hard, muscular ass. Second, even young men who had clearly had some physical discipline like this before involuntarily made noise. Zaid Rohan had pulled the strap he was using currently—and the big ball gag with its thick leather cover completely obscuring Andy’s lips and audible cries—from his traveling bag of tricks. He really had intended to just keep to increasingly hard but relatively vanilla sex. But the way the boy had looked at the prince while drinking his big piss load had really turned the prince on. And after seeing how red his very hard spanking of the boy—and how quickly Andy’s ass had started meeting the blows—he needed to at least give the boy one strapping. He’d given the boy a small bump off Tina—Andy had just smiled dreamily and nodded when the Prince showed up what he wanted to put up his hole—to get the inside of his ass buzzing to match the outside. And so here he was, admiring the gorgeous ass as he striped it red. He paused, and reached out to lightly squeeze the boys big balls firmly, the boy groaning and deepening the arch of his back as the prince squeezed. He’d tied the boys oversized balls—Andy’s little height supported 8 inches of thick uncut meat with balls to match—up tight, pulling them back through his legs and connecting the long rawhide tie to one of the gromets on the boy’s collar along the line in his magnificent back. Every time he received a stroke from the strap, the movement he made pulled and squeezed his balls, but the tension also reminded him to keep the position, because a deep arch in his back was the only way he could get any relief from the constant ache of pressure on his balls. Still squeezing, Prince Zaid leaned down and spoke in the boys’ ear. “Like that sting, do you you, you little pain slut?” he said in a low voice. Knowing by now the strictness of the man and his rules, Andy immediately struggled to mouth “Thwank you sir, yews, sir” around the gag. “Just 20 more to go, you hot little slut, just 20 more.” As Andy squared his shoulders and arched his ass, Prince Zaid silently thanked whoever had been giving the boy some training. Prince Zaid was only giving the boy 60 straps now, but he knew that after just a month in his household, the boy would be taking just that many before breakfast. He smiled. Any BDSM training at all allowed him to go that much deeper into the boy’s darkest places when they went to his Aspen estate for the week. Prince Zaid and his family owned many homes and apartments all over the world. The Prince was heir to a ceremonial title and a vast fortune. He was married to a gorgeous woman from an Indian family almost as old and as a rich as his own, and together they had three beautiful children. And while both Zaid and his wife were gay, no one in the world who knew them really suspected it. He doubted even their parents did, although one never knew. His wife had a long-time private secretary who was actually her lover. And Zaid had conquests and leather friends of all sizes, shapes, and colors scattered around the world. But the leather people all knew him as the mysterious and wealthy businessman Mr Rohan, for discretion was essential for people in his family’s position, India was still a pretty conservative place. In addition to all this Zaid also generally had an owned boy, a sexual servant-slave. If Andy agreed—and from his reactions to the way things were going the prince was pretty sure he would—then Andrew would be Prince Zaid’s third owned boy over the last 20 or so years. The Prince’s last boy, Jake, was smallish, around 5’7”, with golden red-blonde hair and light tawny skin that was a warm color, and unusually for a redhead, turned golden tan after just a little time in the sun. He had been a wrestler at Princeton, before serving Zaid for 5 years, so his body was similar to Andy’s. The first boy had been Benjamin, the princes servant-slave for nearly 12 years. Benjamin was around 5’8” and had been a swimmer at Yale. His coloring was precisely that of Andy—cream skin and classic red hair—but he’d been much leaner than the other boys when he first came to live under the prince’s command. But by the end of those years, as Prince Zaid’s attraction to muscles grew, so did Benjamin’s muscles. He was now in his mid 40s, and a big jacked muscle daddy bottom. Like all the prince’s boys he had left the relationship with a solid personal fortune, a multimillion dollar apartment, and business contacts around the globe. He currently lived, with his new lover and master, in the Aspen estate’s four bedroom gate house. He was living off the proceeds of the sale of the global accounting firm he’d founded. He now managed the prince's estate while he decided what to do next. Andy was kneeling in the huge shower in the suites’ bathroom. He’d been taught a different position, with his muscle chest down low the floor, his back more flat, his muscle ass up. He still wore a collar but the tie around his cock and balls was gone. Andy grimaced slightly at the memory of the pain in his balls as the binding was removed. His weight rested on his big shoulders and his hands held his ass open. Prince Zaid was standing to his side, naked except for a cock ring that emphasized the thickness and length of his gorgeous cock. Prince Zaid speared the boys insides with a thin flexible black tube. “Let the water flow inside you, slut,” Zaid commanded quietly, using the portable shower shot—with the water pressure set to slow stream—to spear inside the boys guts. Andy felt the by-now familiar pressure build slowly, this third time even deeper inside him than the previous two. When he’d been done receiving the final 20 straps, the last five so hard and so fast he was literally screaming and crying by the end, his mouth muffled by the huge plug, the prince had held him close and praised him for doing well, his hard cock jutting into Andy’s abs. Andy had relished in the praise and moment of gentleness, melting into the hot daddies embrace. After about ten minutes of cuddling on the bed, the prince had turned Andy’s face towards him. “I am going to fuck your ass, slut,” the prince commented, “Fuck you like no one has before.” Then he whispered in Andy’s ear “I know you enjoyed that Tina, boy, so I am going to give you a little bit more up your ass. It will sting mud more this but make your ass feel warm and good in just a few seconds.” Andy had nodded and then gasped sharply as he felt a sting, as the prince pushed a small line’s worth quickly in the boys hole. Zaid speared the tube deeper into Andy’s hole. This was Andy's fifth and final enema tonight, and Zaid was much deeper than he usually went with a relative beginner. He had planned to give the kid two, more than sufficient to mildly humiliate him while make that he really was truly clean. But then Andy had questioned Prince Zaid by assuring him that he was, in fact, already clean and didn’t need an enema. Zaid had slapped the boy hard across the face, his eyes cruel, and said “Impertinence! You do not question my commands, slut.” Andy looked terrified, as Zaid quickly snapped the ball gag into place. Zaid roughly bent the boy, and spread out his legs, and told him to grab the chair in front of him. Zaid then delivered five sharp cracks of the cane to the little muscle ass, Andy crying out after each one. “You will receive additional punishment for this,” Zaid assured Andy in a dark voice, as he forced the boys creamy hairless torso up against his darker, furry one, drying Andy’s tears with his kisses. And so punish Andy again the Prince did. He had given the boy the tina dose mainly to make it easier for him to learn to enjoy taking enemas that were probably going to get deeper than he had ever gotten on his own. But instead the prince had gone hard, giving him three additional enemas as punishment, telling him so and making the boy thank him for the punishment each time. And each time he pushed the hose in deeper and made Andy hold more water. But by the final one he could see the Tina was working, uncovering for the boy the ways that this stretching was like stretching with cocks and toys and fist, but different too. He left the hose in the boy—his asshole was tight around it, and as the boys guts filled with water, The Prince asked him, “Do you understand why you had to be punished? You weren’t as clean as you promised, slut.” Andy looked stricken, ashamed at his inexperience and naive to the fact that most of the dirty water had come out only during a deeper phase of the cleaning. “I am sorry, sir.” “Take four big sniffs of theses slut,” the prince commanded, and watched silently as the boy did four big hits of poppers, the high of the poppers would help his ass relax and take more water. A minute or three later as he saw the boy’s expression change, as coming off the high and he realized his guts were stretched around the most water he’d ever taken, the prince stopped the flow and started sliding the tube out. He slid a small blue orb buttpig into the boy, sealing the water in. He so wished he could use his fingers to start playing with the boys hole, dissolving small shards of Tina and making the water shift around to distribute it deep inside him. But he wouldn’t—not yet, anway. Andy had to be basically sober when he made the declaration on video that he not high and not being coerced into boarding the plane to Aspen. The prince had a legacy and empire to protect, and had to be extra cautious about flying boys to his private estate and using them for days. Benjamin, Prince Zaid’s first boy, now 45, stood at a doorway in the basement of the big house on the private estate outside of Aspen. So, he thought, my lord prince finally has a boy he wants to test. He had been 25 when he met an incredibly magnetic and handsome man named Rohan at a party in Manhattan. Rohan was 37 then, the twelves years seeming to make the man so much more mature and wise than he could ever be. He and Rohan had started dating after that party, and Benji didn’t ask a lot of questions. Rohan was smart and wealthy and glamorous and they went and did glamorous things and ate glamorous food. After a few weeks, they began to have the most intense, mind-blowingly amazing sex of Benji’s young life. At 24 Benji was no virgin, but he’d only had sex with an older guy a few times. There was something about the way Rohan treated him, commanding him in bed and moving him around, that he found liberating and exciting. It freed him of his sense of always needing to push and be a leader. Benjamin smiled, opening the door to the dungeon to make sure everything was in order and that the fridges scattered across the big complex of rooms were stocked with beer, water, Gatorade, fresh fruit, youghurt and protein drinks, remembering the thrill he had felt when his lord Prince Zaid had shown 24-year old Benji, the dungeon hidden behind a soundproof door through the vast walk in closet of the bedroom in the Manhattan penthouse. Benji had been wearing a collar and cuffs for only the second time, and he was a little wobbly from having had his ass freshly and intensity fucked by a large dildo and Rohan’s thick ten-inch cock. Rohan had led him around the room, briefly describing the areas of the dungeon, that version far smaller and less scarier to the uninitiated than the one behind the door Benjamin pushed open. But he knew that his lord prince would eventually say to the boy Andy, something very close to what he had asked Benji all those years ago, “Come and explore all this with me, beautiful little man, let’s take a journey together.” And Benjamin also knew that the second Andy said yes, Rohan the wealthy businessman would become Andy’s lord Prince Zaid, and Andy, the boy, was on his way to becoming Andrew, the man.

Ok friends, fans, and fellow sick fucks. Here, finally, is the next two chapters. I locked up my cock, plugged up my hole with the vibrating one and said no release till they were done. What I really need is a strict dominant Top to keep me on line! Punish me if I don't, and reward me with a nice cock (or two or three) breeding me when I finish one. Hey, we all need incentive! So enjoy! I'm off to blow a well deserved load! Hope you all do too! Part 8 Earl and John had big smiles on their faces as they approached the bed. They started feeling up Colt's big sweaty muscle body. Their hands roamed every inch of him, from his bull like shoulders and massive biceps to his flat pecs and defined 8 pack abs. Colt just moaned and writhed as the men worshiped his teenage jock body and pinched his hard, pink nips. "He flying?" John asked me. "Like a kite!" I grinned as I sat in a chair and watched the men enjoy my whores hot bod. "Niiiiice." He said as they rolled Colt over. "God DAMN look at that glorious ass!" He exclaimed as Colt instinctively arched his back and thrust his big round white ass into the air like a well trained hungry slut. "I'm gonna love tearing that up!" "It's all yours!" I groaned as I stroked my hard cock. "Don't show the whore any mercy!" "Music to my ears!" Earl groaned as he and John started rummaging through our newly purchased items. Soon they had Colt tied face down with a ball gag in his mouth, arms stretched wide, and his legs hanging off the end of the bed with his ankles spread wide and tied. They had put his cowboy boots back on him as well as his bandana and plopped his black hat on top of his sweaty brown curls. "That's what I like to see." Earl grinned. "A hot, helpless cowboy ready for abuse!" And FUCK did he look hot! Precum dripped down my cock as I took pics of my studly cowboy whore. Then John pulled out the fat plug from Colt's hole. I walked around so I could see his gaping pussy. And boy did it gape! It was a bright red rosebud and cum was leaking out of it. John knelt down and licked up the cum that was running over Colt's balls. Then he planted his mouth on the open hole and voraciously ate out Colt's cum tunnel. Colt moaned and writhed as John sucked out as much cum as he could. As he was doing this, Earl pulled out the electro box we purchased, at his advice, as well as a large metal plug and a urethral sound. After coating the sound with a lubricant, he pulled a still feeding John off of Colt's hole and inserted the 10 inch flexible sound right into Colt's piss hole of his still caged cock. Colt let out a long groan as he experienced this new sensation of his prostate being probed from the inside. Then Earl took the crystal coated plug and shoved it into the open hole before him eliciting whines from Colt as his sensitive tissues burned anew. Just as Earl finished hooking up the box, there was another knock on the door. I looked out the window and saw four men, all dressed in full leather. I recognized Tony, and let them in. Tony introduce me to his partner Lance, an older guy, skinny and hairy like Tony, and their friends, Lee and Al. They were the youngest of the group, probably in their 30's, and both were heavy set guys with lots of tattoos. "Just in time boys." Announced Earl. "The fun is just about to start!" All six men pulled out cigars and lit them up as Earl started manipulating the buttons on the box. I stroked my cock as I watched Colt's body as he began to twitch and jerk while Earl administered various shock and jolts. Colt moaned and groaned while his cock began to leak copious amounts of precum. Then Al pulled Colt's big leather belt out of his shorts and brought down a hard, solid strike right across Colt's rock hard ass as Earl delivered a powerful jolt to his cock and ass at the same time. Colt screamed into the gag as his entire body went ridged and his eyes bugged out. Fresh sweat broke out all over his body as every muscle on his body trembled from the electric shock coursing through him. After a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, Earl dialed it down and Colt's body collapsed as he panted heavily. Two of the men blew cigar smoke into his face while they all laughed and rubbed his wet body. Colt looked at me through his tear stained, fucked up eyes, but I just smiled as I held some poppers under his nose. Then Earl began the light manipulation again and soon Colt was moaning as his cock continued to leak. Then Al raised the belt and struck Colt across his shoulders as hard as he could as Earl hit the box heavy again. More gagged screams came from Colt's mouth as every muscle again went taught and pulled on his bonds. This time Earl held it for a couple of seconds longer before powering down again, causing Colt to collapse and breath hard as more cigar smoke was blown into his face. This went on for a solid hour with Earl increasing the time on the powerful jolts longer and longer until they reached about 20 seconds which must have seemed like an eternity to poor Colt. Finally, after Colt's back and ass were covered with angry red welts, John took a vibrator and started rubbing the head of Colt's cock through the cage while Earl worked his magic with the electro box. Two of the guys reached under his chest and started twisting and pinching his nips. In no time at all, Colt moans turned to whines as he undulated his ass and John increased the vibrations on his cockhead. In just a matter of minutes, Colt was yelling into the gag as tears flowed out of his eyes. Then, his caged cock erupted in a huge explosion of watery cum. Colt sobbed into the gag as more and more cum flowed out of him. The men just laughed and cheered as the teenage cowboy experienced an orgasm that was more painful than pleasurable. Colt continued to sob as the last of his clear cum leaked out of his aching dick. I was so turned on by his torment that I couldn't help myself. I ripped the plug out of his ass and rammed my hard cock into him. I had never felt Colt's ass to be so hot and loose. It felt like it was on fire and my dick could barely feel his anal walls. I unloaded into him instantly, pumping my big load into his mushy guts as his sobs continued. I don't know what was hotter, his wrecked out cunt, or the fact that this big bad stud was crying as I came in him. The men untied him, and he didn't even move. Then they rolled him over and pushed his big legs back. They wrapped his elbows under his knees and attached his wrist restraints together so his ass was splayed open and defenseless. My fresh load of cum oozed out of him and Earl just scooped it up and pushed it back inside him before shoving a huge shard of T into the hole beneath him and slamming his big cock into my man. I sat back and hit the pipe as I watched all six men take their turns on Colt's cumdump hole. I watched as all six men, strangers, deposit their seed into the teenage cowboy whore beneath them. And I smiled, knowing this was where Colt belonged.

Part 6 The rest of the week was pretty much the same. Colt and I couldn't get enough of each other. We were fucking like animals everyday after school as well as finding more secret places at school for a daily blowjob. Sometimes Colt sucked me off, sometimes I sucked him off. And I have to admit, I liked sucking him off because I loved having the taste of his cum in my mouth as we sat in Trig. On Thursday, when we were behind the bleachers and he was on his knees sucking me and jerking himself, I told him to cum in his hand. When he did, I licked it all off. He loved that I loved the taste of his cum so much. On Friday, Colt told me he had to run an errand after school and that he'd pick me up at 6:00 for a surprise. Knowing him, it could have been anything, but as long as it involved sex with him, I was up for anything. That evening found us in his truck driving into Ft. Worth. Colt drove an 88 Ford F-250, black, and jacked up with monster tires. A perfect beast of a truck for a perfect beast of a man. He was looking his hottest that night with his black cowboy hat and sleeveless checkered shirt, his big ole belt buckle proudly sitting above his crotch in the tightest jeans he owned. I was snuggled up against him like his bitch, with his arm draped around me, lightly stroking my nip. He hadn't told me where we were going, but then, I didn't really care as long as I was with him. "So, don't you want to know where we're going?" He finally asked me. "I guess." I answered. "It's showtime. Gotta do a cam show." "Well Colt, I don't know about that." I said, sitting up a bit. "See, that's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be a pussy. Look, I'm not asking you to do anything, I just want you to be there. You know I love you." He said as he stroked my cheek. "I wanna share everything with you and not feel like we have secrets. Besides, you've already seen my shows, and you sure seemed to like them." He had me there. "Yea, you're right I suppose, as always." I laughed. "So, what kind of show is it tonight?" "A gangbang. Dante said he's got 15 guys lined up for tonight." My dick stirred in my pants as I pictured Colt taking 15 cocks up that perfect ass of his. Damn, I was turning into quite the [banned word]. Eventually we pulled up to a nice house, one of those Victorian ones in the older part of town. Carlos answered the door and let us in. The parlor and dining room were full of men already. All kinds, mostly older, a few younger ones, with all different body types. I recognized Ron and Billy and they gave me a little wave as I followed Carlos and Colt up the stairs. We entered a bedroom where everything was already set up, including a bag of powder, a pipe, some syringes and brown bottles on the night stand. "Here, drink this." Said Dante as he handed Colt a bottle of Gatorade. "The show starts in 20 minutes." Colt chugged the bottle down. "This your friend you were telling me about?" He said looking me up and down. "Yea, this is Austin. He's gonna chill and watch the show." "He's tasty." Dante said as if I wasn't even there. "Let me know if you ever want to make some money kid. I can make you a star like Colt." I blushed. "I don't think so. I'm just here for moral support." "Morals?" Carlos laughed. "You're boyfriend ain't got no morals. That's why he's so popular. He's a pig and he's fuckin hot as shit." "Oh you sweet talker." Purred Colt as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, kissing me deeply. "Mmmmm, you two look good together." Said Dante. "Seriously kid, think about it. It's good money!" I just kinda laughed as Colt pulled me onto the bed, sitting me next to him. He lit up a pipe and took a big hit before shotgunning it into me. I could see Dante rubbing his crotch out of the corner of my eye as Colt's tongue explored my mouth. My cock was rock hard in my jeans. After a few more shotguns Colt stood up. "Go sit over there." Colt directed me, pointing towards a chair in the corner. As I walked away he slapped me on my ass. "I love ya bitch." I just smiled and sat down, ready to enjoy the show. "All right stud, it's showtime." Announced Dante. "We got about 60 people watching, so let's give em what they paid for!" Colt's eyes just lit up as he started giving the camera his best slutty face. God he was such a whore, I thought as I rubbed my hard cock. "Hey guys." He began, looking right into the camera. "You ready to watch my teenage jock pussy get gangbanged?" He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his big flat pecs and washboard abs. He held up a pipe and took a big hit, slowly exhaling a big white cloud as he removed his shirt. He took another big hit and exhaled as he rubbed his chest and stomach. "Is the what you like, fuckers? You like watching me get fucked up before I get raped? You like it when I'm a high, slutty pig?" He took another hit, exhaling as he unbuckled his belt and popped his fly buttons, the thick white cloud washing over his naked torso. "Well I've taken a nice big hit of G, and I'm feeling good and slutty, like the cumdump I am." Colt smiled as he leaned down and pulled off one of his boots. With half closed eyes he brought the boot up to his face and licked it seductively as he groaned. "Mmmmm, I love the taste of a leather boot." I just sat there, mesmerized by Colt's performance as he slathered the boot with his tongue. It took me a moment before I realized Carlos was tapping on my shoulder, holding out a pipe. I smiled as I took it and inhaled a big hit just as Colt was taking another one. He brought his second boot up to his face and licked it as he slowly exhaled the cloud out of his nose. Then he stood up and teasingly pulled down his jeans, exposing a tight, yellow jockstrap. The pouch bulged with an odd shape. Colt just smiled into the camera as he pulled the pouch aside, revealing that his cock was locked in a cage. The huge monster was visibly straining in it's confines. "You like that guy's?" Colt cooed into the camera. "Tonight it's about this faggot jocks pussy, and nothing else!" He said as he turned around and bent over, spreading his cheeks and showing the camera his hot fuckhole. He turned his head to the camera and said, "I'm Colton Sawyer Cooper, I'm an 18 year old high school jock, and I'm ready to get gang fucked!" He sat back on the bed and pulled his jeans off his legs and his socks, and sat back in all his jock strapped glory as Carlos proceeded to tie off his bicep. Then Colt stuck out his tongue and groaned as Carlos slowly dragged the rig across it. Then he looked at Carlos with pure lust and said, "Yea, give it to me. Fuckin slam my faggot jock ass!" Carlos pushed the plunger on what looked like a big slam, and Colt's eyes and mouth flew wide open after the band was released, and he started panting like a bitch in heat as the bedroom door opened and the men poured in. Most of them wore some kind of mask and they varied from basic eye masks to full hoods. 5 of them wore none at all, including Ron and Billy. All of them were hard and stroking their cocks. Colt rolled on his back and spread his legs wide, showing the men his hungry hole. The men made all kinds of comments. "Fuck yea, look at that whore." "What a slut!" "He can't wait for cock in his hole!" "Fucking jock pig!" "Stupid fuckin cumdump!" "God yes!" Colt begged. "Fuck me like the whore I am!" The men just laughed as they surrounded the bed. The first guy climbed on the bed. He was apparently middle aged with a furry beer belly and an average sized cock. He slapped Colt hard across the ass. "Get on your hands and knees cunt!" He ordered Colt. Colt scrambled into position. I have to say, I loved seeing Colt in this position. It showed off his body so well from his big strong arms and broad, bull like shoulders to his flat stomach and small waist, culminating in his big, round white muscle ass sticking proudly out, awaiting its destiny. The man spit on Colt's hole a couple of times before spitting on his cock. He grabbed Colt's curly hair and twisted his face toward the camera. "What's your name again cunt?" He demanded. Colt looked into the camera with his glassy, lust filled eyes as another man held a brown bottle under his nose. Colt took two long huffs before he replied. "Colton Sawyer Cooper, Sir." Colt huffed more on the bottle as the man asked, "What high school do you go to bitch?" I was a little shocked when Colt answered, "Cleburn High, Sir." But I guess at this point the viewers pretty much knew everything about him. Colt huffed more as his face turned bright red and his eyes crossed a bit. "And what do you want slut?" Demanded the man. "Cocks, Sir!" Replied Colt as he huffed more, his head now being held up by the man gripping his hair. "Cocks in my hole, cum in my pussy!" "Anyone's cock? Any total stranger's cock, no matter what they look like?" "Yes Sir. Please Sir!" Begged Colt. "And why is that?" Growled the man. "Because I'm a pussy jock cumdump!!" Colt shouted. "That's right bitch!" Hissed the man as he yanked Colt's head back and simultaneously slammed his cock balls deep into the waiting hole before him. Colt let out a howl as his hole was ripped open with nothing more than spit. This gave the man who was holding the poppers a chance to ram his longer than average cock right down Colt's throat. Colt was obviously not prepared for that as he coughed and gagged. The man fucking him slammed Colt's head up and down on the cock like a rag doll as he power fucked Colt's ass, not giving either hole a chance to get warmed up, they were both just brutally battered. I hit the pipe again as I watched the man I loved more than anything get brutally raped in real life right in front of me. And my dick was hard as steel. The man fucking him didn't take long before he buried himself in Colt's hole and pumped a load of cum deep into him. As soon as he pulled out, the guy that had been fucking Colt's throat moved to his ass and rammed his cock into the hilt while the first guy moved to Colt's head and stuck his slimy cock into Colt's mouth and he cleaned it off like the hungry pig he was. It went like this for the first 4 men. The 5th man was a big bear of a man, with a huge cock to match. His large barrel of a body was covered in grey hair and tattoos. He rolled Colt onto his back and spread his legs apart. Dante got a close up of Colt's already gaping hole as cum dribbled out of it. Another man held Colt's head in his lap as he fed him more poppers. The tattooed man smiled down as the whore beneath him. "You want this cock boy?" He asked, showing a blurry eyed Colt his fat 10 incher. "Oh god, yes Sir!" Colt slurred. "Fuck me, PLEASE!" He begged like a wanton slut. The man stuck his fingers in Colt's mouth, pulling his jaw down, making his mouth wide open. He then proceeded to hock a loogie right onto Colt's tongue, followed by two big spits right into his mouth. He pushed Colt's mouth closed and rammed his fat cock into the waiting hole as Colt groaned and swallowed his piss and snot. The man held onto Colt's massive thighs as he plow drived his cock in and out of Colt for a good 10 minutes before he too was adding his seed into the mixture within Colt's guts. After he pulled out and another anonymous man enter Colt, he moved to Colt's head so the slut could clean off the slimy cum and ass covered cock. When he was clean, he slapped Colt hard across the face. "Open wide pig!" He ordered my man. Colt obeyed and within moments, the tattooed man was pissing into his wide open hole. The guy fucking him started pounding him harder as Colt valiantly tried to swallow all the piss, but it nevertheless poured out of his mouth and sloshed over his face and into his hair. The various men around him laughed at him and called him more degrading names. "Look at that nasty little piss pig!" "Yea he's not only a cumdump, but a toilet too!" "What a pathetic jock bitch!" "Someone else piss in that disgusting whore's mouth!" Another man stepped up and started pissing into Colt's mouth and all over his face as the guy fucking him dumped another load into his increasingly sloppy cunt. I sat there, glued to the scene playing out before me, my pants and shorts around my ankles, stroking my throbbing cock. I had obviously watched Colt be a submissive slut in his videos, but sitting here, watching it happen live was so much nastier and hotter. I watched as 4 more men fucked Colt's slutty hole and more used his mouth as a urinal, making the bed around his head a wet sloppy mess that his face was continually shoved into as he was fucked on his stomach. Finally, I could take no more and decided I needed in on the action. But I didn't want to show my face. I motioned Carlos over and told him I wanted a mask. "Hot damn!" He said as he fetched me a leather executioners hood. Perfect, I thought, as I was feeling very dominant and that fit perfectly. I put it on and walked naked to the bed as the last fucker was cumming in Colt. I grabbed his piss soaked hair and pulled his face into mine, staring right into his glassy eyes. "Guess who bitch?" I snarled. "It's your Master." Colt's fucked up eyes looked into mine and he smiled as he whispered, "Master." "That's right bitch." I said, really getting into the dominant role. "You've been putting on a good show for the audience like the good teenage jock faggot slut you are, but it's time to up the ante and really show them what your cumhole can take!" Colt just smiled. "Yes Master, please use me for your pleasure!" "Oh I will, whore. Don't you worry about that!" I said as I motioned for Ron and Billy to come over. "Your nasty slut hole is about to get double fucked!" I knew those two big cocks were going to split Colt wide open, and my heart pounded at the thought of it. I had Ron lay down on the bed and made Colt lie on his back on top of him. Then I grabbed a baggie of T and used some of the cum leaking out of Colt's blossoming rosebud to coat their cocks till they were nice and slick, then covered them with crystal. I could see Colt visibly shake in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen. I ripped his jockstrap off of him and soaked the pouch in poppers before I placed it over his nose. Then I sat my hole right on Colt's mouth and hooked my elbows around his knees, spreading him wide open. Billy placed Ron's cockhead against Colt's puffy, red hole, and Ron rammed it in. Colt shook and whimpered as his inflamed ass tissues started to burn. The he really screamed as Billy plunged his T covered cock in next, ripping Colt's hole wide open, however, his screams were muffled by my asshole covering his mouth and the only air he could get was through his popper covered nose. Eventually his body went kind of limp, but his tongue and mouth ate my hole with gusto as the boys pounded their two cocks into him. "Yea, fuck that slut!" I egged them on. "Show that whore what his hole was made for! It's nothing but a faggot jock cum receptrical!" Ron bucked his hips beneath us as Billy pulled out his cock all the way before slamming it back in while Colt moaned like a bitch and devoured my hole. I could see that Billy's cock had some red streaks on it, and I smiled knowing how busted Colt's ass was. Eventually, both boys shot their loads into my whore and pulled, leaving an angry gaping oozing red hole in their wake. I motioned for the last 2 guys to come over, both again with big cocks, bigger than the last two. This time I had Colt lay face down on the bottom guy as the big cock slid into his cum pudding hole like it was nothing. Then the other guy lined up his cock and stabbed it into Colt. Colt let out a loud groan and I grabbed his head, turning it to face the camera. "Look at your audience!" I ordered him, as I got even further into this dominant role. "Let them see your whore face as the big, bad high school football player gets his slutty faggot pussy used for what it was made for!" I fed Colt some fresh poppers as he just kinda babbled gibberish. I forced my hard cock into his throat and held him there as I pinched and pulled his nipples.Eventually, I started pissing, pulling back so only the head of my cock was in his mouth. "That's right bitch! Drink your Master's piss, and don't spill a drop, or else!" Like a good piss pig, Colt gulped down every drop as two more loads flooded his hole. They were the last two. Colt had taken 15 loads. But there was still more. I took the camera and handed it to one of the guys as Carlos and Dante climbed on the bed. This time they both laid on their backs and scooted their asses together. Dante's massive black cock and Carlos's fat Mexican pipe combined to make one, immense ass breaking cock. I measured and both my hands barely fit around it. "I think our whore could use a little booster first." Said the tattooed man as he picked up a rig. "I agree." I said, as I moved behind Colt and slid my arms under his pits, locking my hands behind his neck. The tattooed man tied off his arm and had the needle stuck in before Colt could even realize what was happening to him. Then the plunger went down, the band came off, and Colt was off and coughing. "Come on," I told Ron and Billy," grab his legs, you," I said to the tattooed guy, "We'll grab his arms. Let's lift him up." Now Colt was a big, heavy muscle boy, but the four of us were strong and we lifted him up and positioned his leaking rosebud right on the tip of Dante's longer cock. "Ok, on the count of three, drop him!" I instructed. "One." I said as another guy covered Colt's nose and mouth with fresh poppers in his jock. We held him there for a few moments as Colt breathed fast and deep from the slam. "Two...." "Three!" We all let go as Colt's heavy body dropped straight down onto the massive cock pole waiting for him. Even as fucked up as he was, Colt let out a scream as his hole was stretched wider than it ever had been. I held onto him enough so that he wouldn't topple over. "Come on guys, let's help this bitch get REALLY fucked!" I told the men. Ron and Billy each grabbed an ankle, spreading them wide apart, giving a full view of the insanely huge double cock as it ruined Colt's pussy. The tattooed guy and I each lifted Colt under his arms, and soon we were lifting and lowering Colt on the huge double cock, making sure his flaming hole rubbed into their pubes with each stroke. Soon, we were lifting him up and off the cocks, letting the camera get a good view of his distended ass lips before we dropped him back down, full force. Colt's head just flopped around, like his metal encased cock, as he was reduced to a mere thing. He wasn't even just a faggot jock pussy, he had become nothing more than literally a gaping, oozing hole. He grunted like a pig each time he was dropped onto their pubes as what was left of his hole became hamburger. And my cock throbbed harder than it ever had. Thank goodness it didn't take Dante and Carlos too long before they were shooting their loads into the fuck toy being forcibly bounced on their cocks. Colt flopped back onto the bed as the huge double cock slipped out of him. As high as he was, he was too fucked out to even move. But I hadn't cum yet. I lifted his legs to show the audience his bright red rosebud. Then, without even giving him a chance to breath, I started pushing my fist into him. Unsurprisingly I met zero resistance as his hole practically sucked my hand in. I marveled at the wet, gooey mush I felt in his guts. In no time I was halfway up my forearm as the tattooed man fed him more poppers. Colt gasped and groaned as I pushed my fingers deeper into him, past his second sphincter. My dick leaked like crazy as more of my arm dissapeared into him. Colt's eyes just rolled back in his head as he panted and whined as I made a fist inside of him and started pushing in and out. With each push I went a little deeper as the the tattooed guy worked Colt's titties. Before I knew it, I was elbow deep in that sluts wrecked cunt. And the next thing I knew, Colt was shaking and crying out like a girl as a huge load of watery cum flowed out of his caged cock. This was too much for me, and I pulled back my arm till only my fist remained in him. Then I shoved my throbbing cock into him. I wrapped my hand around my dick as they were both buried inside Colt, and jerked myself off inside my best friend, the love of my life as he continued to jerk and whine like a bitch. I shot my load into his mushy guts as I dumped what felt like a gallon of sperm. After I pulled out of Colt, and collapsed on the bed next to him, I watched as Carlos approached with a huge buttplug. It slipped easily into Colt. Then Carlos grabbed Colt and jerked him off the bed. He held Colt's arm behind his back as he pushed the exhausted teen out the bedroom door and down the stairs. He opened the front door and pushed Colt out, making him fall onto the grass. "Now beat it Punta!" He said as he spit on Colt. "Get your whore ass out of here until the next time." He said as he slammed the door. I watched through the window as a naked Colt scrambled to his truck and crawled in the cab. "Just a little extra fun for the audience." He laughed as Dante filmed it. Back upstairs in the room, as I got dressed and gathered Colt's clothes, Dante handed me $3500. "Three grand is for him." He said. "He totally earned it tonight. We're gonna make a fortune off this tape. Although, I don't know how we're going to top that. $500 is for you." "Thanks man. Can I buy some of that shit from you?" "Here." Said dante as he handed me a fat baggie, 3 loaded points and couple of pipes. "Consider this a bonus. Your slut was more than worth it tonight." "Thanks." I said, as I exchanged numbers with Dante as well as Ron, Billy, and the tattooed man whose name was Hank. "Here, you can keep this hood too." Added Carlos as he tossed it to me. "It looks hot on you." "And here's the whores cage keys." Said Dante as he handed them to me. "I think that whores weekend is far from over." I said with an evil smile as I took possession of the keys.

I was taking this one pretty regular for a few months. Then he stopped texting. 😢

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