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I started to breath harder. I showed it to Rick, he smiled. He grabbed my hand. "You sure you want this" he asked "I do. Please take me and make me yours" I said He pulled me up kissed me lightly and led me into his bedroom. He took me over to his bed and pulled off my shirt. He stripped quickly with his huge cock hitting my leg as it was hard now. He then pulled down my shirts. He was surprised to see my underwear. I had both a black satin thong. "Oh Dan you are so beautiful and sexy" he said kissing me and rubbing my hard cock thru the soft satin. I started to let out a loud moan. He slipped them off like a man removed the panties from his gf or what I had done so many times before this. Now I was the bottom waiting to receive my man in me. I dropped to my knees and lick and sucked his hard cock. After a minute Rick pulled me up and in one motion lifted me and placed me on his bed. I felt wonderful on his bed, finally I was on it. It was sacred ground. He lay on me and kissed me, our mouths and tongues intertwined. His hands roaming all over me. He then worked his way down to my nipples then my balls. I was writhing in pleasure. It was like he was touching me for the first time. It was so tender and caring. Then he lifted my legs and started to eat my ass. It has been too long. I let out a loud moan. He ate me with my legs in the air and spread then he turned me over on all fours and ate me from the rear. I pushed my ass back on his mouth. Then I felt one then two fingers in me massaging my prostate making me moan even more. I felt his fingernails scraping my inner walls then going back to my prostate. It was pain and pleasure. After several minutes of this I was in heaven begging him to fuck me. "Ohh Daddy please fuck me please" I moaned "And what do you want boy. You have to say it clearly" he said stopping his ministrations of my body "I want you to fuck me and plant your charged POZ seed deep in my cunt and make me pregnant. Daddy I want you to mark with your DNA, for you to be a part of me forever. Make me pregnant please Daddy" I said holding his hand looking in his eyes. "I will baby I will. I am going to make you know and make you my boy, my bitch. I am going to own that pussy and you will always have me in you." he said kissing me and lifting his legs on his shoulders and then with a push he shoved his huge hard cock into my cunt. I yelled in pain. It had been probably two weeks since Rick has fucked me. It was like he was fucking me for the first time. I felt like a virgin again. He was a few inches in me then he pushed again further into me. He didn't use any lube only his spit and mine. It hurt. "Ohhh fuck boy, I forgot how good your pussy is" he said "It's going to hurt a little but it will help make you more fertile" he said He kept pushing then I felt him at that second point deep in me. He rammed thru and I yelled out again with my eyes popping out of my head. It hurt deep in me. "Fuck this is the best pussy I have had ever boy. You are mine" he said pushing all the way in. "OHHHH fuck. I feel you in my stomach" I moaned in pain "Well this is what you wanted boy. You want to get pregnant its going to hurt a bit" he said as he started to pump in me. He started to go slow then he started to fuck me hard. He was like an man on a mission. My ass started to let up and take his cock. The piercing pain started to turn into dull pain, then pleasure. He started to focus on my prostate and I started to moan. "Yeah your fucking slut. Look at you Daddy his your gspot and your cunt starts to get all wet. Fuck its pulling my cock into your pussy" he said as he started to fuck me hard. Now he was like stud trying to mate with a mare. There was pain but there was more pleasure. I started to moan and beg him to seed me. My hands grabbing his waist pulling him into me. He was fucking me deeply working on my second hole. I just tied to hold on to his rhythm and piling into me. The I felt his cock expand and his body spasm. "Ohhh fuck here you go boy. You are going to get a charged load. Your going to have my baby" he yelled "Yes Daddy fuck me, mark me forever, make me your please, please I need you" I maoned Then I felt his spurt in my deep cunt. It was hot like 7-8 spurts. Then I felt deep in my ass a warm convulsing feeling and my cunt wrapping his cock then cum started to erupt out of my cock blasting both of us with 8-10 loads as I hadn't cum in a week. I moaned out loud yelling. It was such an intense orgasm not from my cock but deep in my groin and ass. He kept fucking me griding into me constantly hitting my prostate, I kept moaning. He kept hard and still was pushing his POZ cum in me. "Ohhh fuck boy you are mine." he said kissing me He pulled back and saw tears in my eyes. "What's wrong. Regret?" he said I smiled, "No Daddy happiness" "I've dreamt of this for what seems like forever. I am still nervous but right now feel so happy, so content, so lucky to be with you." I said kissing him and then wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him deeper in me. I felt so content. He was not.

Another guy came in. He was a bear type guy in jeans and shirt. He sat right next to me and looked me over. I pulled my shorts down again. "I'm Ben. What's your name" he asked "Dan" I said softly "Nice to meet you Dan. You are one fine piece of ass" he whispered in my ear. The guy across of me stared and grabbed his crotch and looked at me. I started to feel uncomfortable and also aroused. My cock started to get hard. You could see it thru my shorts. "Somebody is a little tease" he said "Dan. Room 3 please" the receptionist said I quickly got up and went to the room. I went into the room and sat down. A few minutes late the door opened. The nurse introduced himself as Randy. He was pretty sexy for a nurse. He was mid 50's thick moustache and bald with an earring. His scrubs were a bit tight. "So you are in for an HIV test. Is there a reason you want the NAT test? It's expensive and if you have had a recent exposure we can just put you on PEP" he said "I just would like to know and did take PEP after the exposure" I said "Ok can I ask why then you want the test. While you are paying a high co-pay we are still partially funding." he asked "I had exposure and just want to know" I replied "Well that is not our normal medical protocol. I do not know if I can approve this test unless you tell me why" he said "I just want to make sure I am negative. I am willing to pay the full price. How much is it? I asked "It is over $200. I am not trying to be difficult but sensing there is something else going on here" he said "I want to make sure I am negative so that I can be with a man" I replied "He is negative and you want to have sex with him?" he asked "No he is HIV positive" I said looking down He smiled "I get it now. You want to make sure you are negative so he can make you positive?" he said looking at me in a different way. "Yes" I replied "Are you a chaser?" he asked "I am not sure what the means but have an idea. I am not looking for HIV or to get it anywhere. I just want to be intimate with this man and want him to be the one to give it to me. I want him to impregnate me." I said softly and nervously "You sound unsure" he said "No I think I am sure just a bit nervous. A lot of emotions right now" I said "Its ok. Talk to me about it" he said putting his hand on my bare thigh. I told him about my conflict about being nervous about getting HIV and AIDS and then also excited about giving myself to Rick. And that I was worried about being positive on this test and he may not want me as much. "That is a lot going on. I think you should make sure you know what you are getting into in contracting HIV. It doesn't mean you will get AIDS if you take medication. Does he take medication?" he asked "No he is not. He said he have a high viral load" I said "How does that make you feel" he said "Nervous and excited" I said his hand was warm on my thigh as he caressed it. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh. My body automatically open my legs to give him more access. His hand slid in. "You clearly want to be with him. Look at your body. How long has it been since you last had sex?" he said "Getting fucked? Last week Saturday. I have given bj since then" I replied "How many other partners have you had" he asked I told him about the ABS and Professor Post. "Thank you for being honest with me. Generally we still wouldn't offer this test to you but I understand what you are looking. I have seen a few patients like you and I just want to caution on you in your life choice to get HIV" he said "Your partner is very lucky to have you offer yourself to him to be bred. " he said. I could see the hunger in his eyes. I looked down and his cock was clearly hard. "Thank you. I feel it is one of the most intimate acts I could do in giving myself to him. He will be with me forever" I said "And yes I am aware o the risk and dangers and nervous about it. But I have made my decision" I said "I can see that" he said looking down at my hard cock "Your heart and your body clearly want it" he said now his hand softly rubbing the inside of my thigh "I am jealous of him. He is very lucky. You are beautiful and gorgeous" he said I blushed and thanked him. He got up and got the things to take the blood sample. He took my blood and then put the vial in a bag. "It will take a few hours to process. Here is your sample number. You can check online in few hours" he said "You take care of yourself" he said smiling I thank him and left. The guys were still out there and one followed me out to my car. "You want to go and come back to my place" he said "No, no thank you. I have to go. I have a bf" I said and got in my car locked the doors and drove away.

I finally fell asleep and woke up the next morning. I was both excited and nervous. Excited that I would get fucked by Rick and have him impregnate me with his see. Nervous of the thought of getting HIV. And also nervous in that I might test positive and Rick would want me less. I had all these conflicting feelings and felt a knot in my stomach. I got up, took a shower and got dressed. I made coffee and something to eat. I went to check in on Rick to see if he wanted breakfast but he was gone. I ate breakfast and set up my appointment for my test. I think because I was so horny and also emotions about the end of the week I forgot to actually set up my test. The on campus was booked. The other clinic that has the right test was on the other side of town and they had a 5pm opening. After setting up the appointment online I started to do stuff around the house. I did laundry, cleaned the pool and cleaned the bathroom. It was around lunchtime and Rick texted me he picked up lunch and was coming home. He came home just after 12:30p and ate lunch. "You are a little quiet. You ok?" I said "Yeah" I replied "What's going on" he said "I am thinking about later today" I said "What about it. Tell me. You look stressed." he said "I am just nervous and excited. I think more nervous. I am worried about getting HIV. I am also worried about my test. What if I test positive? Will you still want me? And then I am also excited about giving myself to you. Having you take me, mark me, own me, make me pregnant." I said. As I said the last part I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. "I will always want you boy even if you test positive. I will be a bit sad as we wont be sure who knocked you up. And it is ok if you are nervous about getting HIV. It is natural. If you change your mind that is fine too. I want to make sure this is something you want." he said holding my hand on his thigh. The he reached over and touched my cock and squeezed it. "And by this, I can tell you are ready and it is something you want" he said. He was right my cock was rock hard. He stood me up bent me over the dining room chair and pulled down my underwear and shorts and leaned in and started to eat me out. I moaned and pushed back into his face. He then stuck his finger in me and I jumped when I felt his fingernail scrape my ass. This time it was harder then usual. He leaned in and started to eat me out switching between eating me and scraping my inside. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled up my shorts. "There you go. Get your pussy ready for tonight. Scraping will help my DNA take." he said I leaned down and kissed him trying to taste myself from his mouth. He grabbed my ass and stroked my hard cock thru my shorts. "What time is your test?" he asked "5pm at the Westend Clinic" I said "Why there" he asked concerned "That was the only place that had the test for short term exposure. The college clinic was booked and closes early today. Why do you look worried?" I said "No worry. Its a bit sketch clientele. They will all be happy when you go there. Your young and handsome." he said grabbing my ass and standing up and kissing me. "We better clean up. I gotta run a few more errands. See you tonight boy. Text me as soon as you get your test results ok." he said "Yes Daddy" I replied my heart racing

I was a little on edge after being approached liked that. Also all the emotions running thru me. I decided to go shopping, pick up dinner then go home. After going clothes shopping I picked up pizza and went home. I got home around 7pm. Rick texted me that he would be home around 7:30p. I changed clothes and waited for him. He came home, changed clothes and we ate dinner. We talked about our day and I shared my experience at the health clinic. "It sounds about right" Rick said "What do you mean?" I asked "its a clinic but has more mature and sexually aggressive types there. I bet if you stayed around you probably would have gotten laid, but I am glad you didn't" he said "I hope it comes back negative" I blurted out He smiled, "Me too" he said "Just remember you will be my property. Do you understand that? I can do whatever I want to you. I will own you?" he said "Yes Daddy. Will you hurt me? And for how long?" I asked "No but there maybe some pain. Part of that is for your growth so you can truly listen to your body and expand your horizon and pleasure. I will transform you. It will last for a month then we can reassess" he said "Yes Daddy" I said My phone buzzed. My results were ready. I breathed hard. I clicked the link and opened the results. HIV Test Results NEGATIVE

a really painfully big one for me, but I was so fucking horny and had seen this man several times in a bar - he knew what I wanted and I got it, out back, he sent me this the next day

Well, here is Chapter Three. Enjoy! Adam yelped as Jack slid inside the cute neg twink. Jack knew his nine-inch cock would cause some damage inside the just devirgined teen. So, he started off long-dicking Adam as if he were the last piece of ass he would get. “OH FUCK! OH FUCK! SO GOOD! FUCK ME HARDER “He just turned eighteen, so make sure you give him a big, nice gift,” chuckled Dean, as he watched his friend Jack, who had full-blown Aids, continue long-dicking Adam, now pulling completely out before slamming back inside the unknown teen he was going to infect with HIV+. All twinks deserved this to happen to them, Jack thought as he remembered his barely legal twink former lover, who had cheated on him and given him the disease ten years before. "Oh, he’s going to get a nice big birthday gift from me,” laughed Jack. He loved how tight the lil slut still was after taking His friend Dean’s thick eight-inch cock. Well, come morning, his tight boy's cunt wouldn’t be so tight and virginal. Jack was looking forward to later seeing the slut in action in the sling room. Dean was pleased with how far he had gotten with Adam in such a short time. After this group finished with his latest piece of boy pussy, it would be time for the sling room and another slam. The small teen was going to get his limits expanded in ways he never thought about before. Adam had been an innocent vanilla gay boy when he entered. In the morning, he’d leave a full-blown sub bareback slut with some new fetishes. Adam couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked, he wished he had started earlier. The thin man fucking him had such a nice, long cock, which reached a place Dean’s wonderful, thick cock hadn’t. He hoped he’d get fucked by someone as long as this man and as thick as Dean’s cock. Yet, no matter what, Adam wanted as much cock as he could get. It was as if his hole was hungry cock, for more than the three other guys in the room watching him getting fucked. He wanted as much as he could get tonight, after all, his parents thought he was sleeping over at a friend’s and would be gone all the next day. So, he was golden to stay longer than he originally planned. “FUCK!” Jack growled as his climax began to rise from his balls. The slut was going to get a three-day toxic load. “SHIT SLUT! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!” Jack howled as he began pumping his dirty load deep inside the barely eighteen-year-old twink who they were turning into a cumslut for poz jizz. “FUCK! YES! GIVE ME YOUR LOAD!” Adam begged the gaunt man currently fucking him. Ever since Dean had bred him, he was now hooked on jizz filling him up. It made cocks slide more easily and felt amazing. Adam wanted more cum, he hoped everyone fucked him raw and gave him their loads. “Batter up,” laughed Jack as he pulled out of the now gaping hole. Jizz leaked out from the two large loads of poz cum recently deposited. It had a slight pinkish tint, which meant the virus was now seeping into the no-longer-innocent teen. “You want to go first, Jerry?” The breaded silver-haired bear of a man, Ben asked his partner. “Naw, you can stretch the lil' slut out,” chuckled the silver-haired Jerry, as he presented his almost Monster-can thick seven-inch cock to Adam to be worshiped by his mouth. “Want to see if he can handle a man’s cock,” the bearded bear replied with a smirk. “I’ll open him up for you then,” laughed the bearded bear, as he coated his cock with the leaking pinkish jizz. He was not long at six-and-a-half, but his thickness challenged most bottoms they shared. He couldn’t believe he was getting to fuck such a beautiful, barely eighteen-year-old. This was going to be a fuck to remember. “Here,” said Dean as he handed Ben a nice-sized shard. “Keep him powered up until we slam him in the sling room.” “You're going to put him in the sling room?” The twenty-two-year-old rugby player asked as he stroked his thick seven-inch cock. “You might want to hit him with some more impact,” it’s gonna hurt at first til Tina hits him,” laughed Ben. He continued after pushing the shard in deep. “Yeah, I plan to after you finish with him,” Dean replied with a smirk. “Can’t hog him all night, it’s only fair to share him and give him what he didn’t realize he wanted,” chuckled Dean, as he stroked his thick eight inches. “He wanted fucked, so going to help him get all the dick he wanted, after all, what twink isn’t a cumslut at heart. “FUCK!” howled Adam and Ben, each for their own reason. Adam for being painfully stretched open, while Ben for the tightness of Adam’s tight boy cunt. “I’d like to fuck him in there if you don’t mind,” smirked the twenty-two-year-old, as he watched the sixty-five sink his thick cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. “OH, GOD!” Adam moaned as his eyes rolled back, as he was stretched wider than he thought possible. Before he had completely adjusted, the older bear began withdrawing, then suddenly slammed back inside. The cock fucking him wasn’t as large as the first two men's, but it slowly began to feel better and better. His ass began to hunger for the thick cock to use his hole. “That’s right slut, I’m your new god,” chuckled Ben. Jerry began forcing his cock in Adam’s mouth, enjoying how the teen’s moans felt against his thick seven inches. While the boy could only get a small part of his Monster-can thick dick in his mouth, the eighteen-year-old knew how to use his tongue. He was slurping down the flowing precum from Jerry’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough. “Yeah, you can fuck the cumslut in the sling room. You want me to slam him there or before?” Dean asked the handsome rugby player. “You can do it here. I’ll carry him over and put him in the sling, and slam right in him,” chuckled the twenty-two-year-old. “God…damn… this…is…good…pussy,” panted Ben as he pounded Adam like a human Fleshlight. Dean grinned as he watched these poz men fucked the innocent neg eighteen-year-old. He wondered when they would start telling him they were pozzing him. Dean was looking forward to seeing Adam’s reaction. “SHIT,,,LET…ME…BREED…THE…SLUT!” Jerry panted, pulling out of Adam’s mouth. Ben quickly pulled out of Adam’s hole, making room for his long-time partner. “FUCK!” Jerry howled as he slammed inside the cumslut and began unloading his poz load the neg bitch beneath him. “SHIT! …SO GOOD!” Jerry pants as he works his load into a pink forth, before pulling out. “Thanks…Hon,” grinned the sixty-year-old silver-haired bear at his lover. “No prob, lover,” said Ben as he slid back inside Adam. “This is such a good pussy.” “OH…FUCK…ME!” Adam begged Ben. “Give me your load!” He needed more jizz in his ass. It made fucking so much better. Ben grinned evilly as he pumped in and out harder and faster, nearing his own climax. “Beg for my charged load slut!” Ben commanded Adam. He needed the eighteen-year-old to beg for his poz load. “Beg!” “Breed me!” Adam begged the bear fucking him so good. “Breed my pussy! He continued wanting the man’s load. “Beg for my charged load,” Ben commanded. “GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!” Adam howled as his own climax hit hard. “BREED…ME!” His load plastered his 5’6”, 120 lbs. from his chest into his hair with his face looking like a glazed donut. The men in the room grinned at one another as Adam begged for a poz load. Before long, they’ll have the eighteen-year-old twink actually begging to be poz, they thought. Dean was pleased with how everything was going this night. Once the bear bred the cumslut he’d slam the twink again. He suspected the rugby player was going to really get off fucking the small teen in public. “TAKE…IT…SLUT!” Ben roared as he fired his toxic load deep inside the small teen pinned beneath him. “FUCKIN…SO…GOOD!” “Having fun?” Dean asked the cum-covered teen. Adam grinned up at Dean, “Yeah, I’m having a ball.” “Well, let’s get you spun nicely, and you can take some more charged loads,” Dean said as he took a syringe. “Hold still, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said as the rugby player tied an elastic band around Adam’s arm. Before he could say anything, Dean had darted him and pulled off the elastic band. Adam coughed hard before he was suddenly hit by a huge wave of pleasure which centered around his ass. He needed more cock, and he needed it now, “Fuck me! Someone fuck me!” he begged. “I think he’s ready for his introduction to the sling room,” grinned Dean as the rugby player picked Adam up in his arms. “Oh, you’re going to get more cock cumslut,” chuckled the twenty-two as he carried Adam out of Dean’s room. “I think you’re going to enjoy a nice audience, though, for them. I know I will.”

This bottom pictures I have stealthed so many times and he is so clueless always condom paranoid and so fucking stupid I have fucked other guys cum from condoms into his faggot pussy and he’s none the wiser fuck so hot

It has been about a year since I quit taking prep. I have not had a lot on time, to be the slut I like to be. I went out 3 weeks ago to the local ABS, an took 4 loads in my ass. I was so turned on when I got home, I told the wife, and ask her about the annual trip to St Louis she takes for a conference in April. I plan on going with her for the 3 days like I did 2 years ago. She went to her conference, an I went to Club St Louis, and the Larry Flint Adult Theater. I wasn't on prep at the time, and lived with the risk. I did end up with gono and had to be treated 2 weeks after getting back. I got on prep after that but my kidney numbers come up on the 3 month check up, so I quit taking it. I am going back to the clinic to get tested and get back on prep for this trip. I'm sure it will take some of excitement out of not knowing if this will be the time I get knocked up, but at my age, I really don't want the health issues that go a long with it.

Excellent chapter!! I'm sure that was the first of many breedings over the next few weeks. Dan may have to start wearing a butt plug to keep all of that cum in him. I hope the fuck flu doesn't hit Dan to hard. Hard enough for him to know he has it but still carving more of the special sweet cum in his unprotected ass. I'm sure Rick might want to help Dan get those last negative loads out of his dick. I'd like to see Rick squeeze Dan's balls really hard to help get the negative cum out of Dan's balls . Dan Does seem to like some pain and having his nuts squeezed hard might confirm that.

1) I took my lube and poppers in. I just kept them in my socks. That way it was easy access being blindfolded I could just reach down and grab them. Also, if you needed anything to drink the ranch hands were there to assist. The one that helped me was cool and helped me open and get a drink out of the water bottle while being in the sling and blindfolded. 2) I couldn't confirm if anyone had more action than anyone else with being blindfolded. I just know that the night I was in attendance, those cowboys were there to fuck. In the beginning, I believe everyone was being fucked. The ranch hands were there to make sure there were no lines on some broncos and non on others. The ratio was good that night. When it first started, every bronco was being mounted. 3) If you didn't get a sling, then you were bent over a picnic table. In the middle of the coral, there were multiple tables set up. Before the blindfolds went on, it seemed to be like 4 to 6 guys at each table bent over.

Chapter 10 - Jordyn learns His Place. "In the back." The fat man called Lewis had barely glanced up at Jordyn as he arrived. He had just grunted those words and pointed a pen he was using at the door of the back room of the store. Jordyn had seen men go to that door before. He'd been pretty sure what they were going to do there. The implication was clear. He felt his heart beat a little faster, the blood pump through his veins a little quicker. He opened the door and stepped in. A bed which was really only a mattress and a sheet. Another door off to a little wash basin and shower cubicle. He clearly hadn't been wrong about the room's function. How many times had men come back here? How many times had that bed been used? "Been a busy little boifag ain't ya?" Jerome's deep resonant voice made Jordyn jump a little. He hadn't heard the door open behind him but he heard it click closed now. Then a second click as the older man locked it. "I hear you enjoyed yourself with Spice. Then I see you've been posting that fine little hole of yours all over the net. Why did you do that?" Because Spice told him to. Because she said it would help get him fucked. Could he say that? What if Jerome didn't approve? "I don't know sir." "Was it Spice's idea?" "No - um, it was my idea." Jerome gave his low quiet laugh and shook his head a little as if he couldn't understand just how stupid Jordyn apparently thought he was. The boy felt the color rise in his cheeks. "Covering for Spice eh - well don't worry because that girl can surely look after herself. Just be aware that I know when you are capping and from now on there will be consequences. You get me?" Jordyn nodded. "Speak up faggot." Jerome's voice was suddenly harsh and unyielding. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir." "So I'll help you out. You posted those pictures because you wanted attention, you wanted to attract real men to fuck that little hole of yours. To turn you from a wannabe into a true boifag slut. Right?" "Yes sir." "Lose the clothes." Jordyn didn't hesitate. He understood his place and the fact he wasn't sure what his Master had planned only made him more excited. "Now then, let's see what you've learned." Jerome waited a few seconds until the young man was naked. "I see you got your cage on - that's good." He clicked his fingers. Jordyn dropped to his knees with his hands behind his back and his mouth open. "Very good," said Jerome. Watched greedily by the would-be boifag he opened his pants and pulled out his big Black cock. "You want to suck this faggot?" "Yes sir, please sir." The desire was achingly obvious in Jordyn's words. Jerome meditatively stroked his hard shaft a couple of times and then held it up so his heavy balls were obvious to the younger man's hungry eyes. Jordyn couldn't take his eyes off them - even if he had wanted to. "You know what they full of don't you bitch?" "Cum," said Jordyn. He felt his head in something of a whirl, his excitement almost too much to handle. He was going to get to suck that wonderful big cock, maybe even... "Dumb little fucker - think again." The little edge of impatience was back in his Master's voice. "Black cum," said Jordyn but he knew what this man really wanted to hear and quickly corrected himself. "Poz cum." "Thass right - you're catching on." Jerome smiled the closest to a genuine smile he had yet shown. "None of that medicated bullshit. This is the real thing. Enriched by HIV, the bug, the kind of premium load that makes the magic happen inside dumb little sluts like you. Keep that mouth open." He tucked his cock back into his pants and moved forward. Jordyn was confused but felt frozen in place. Then he saw the man hawk up a great mouth full of saliva and then drop it slowly down towards Jordyn's open mouth. The apprentice boifag struggled to keep his mouth open but it was slimy and disgusting and it tasted rankly of tobacco. Half way through he ducked out of the way and coughed and retched. Once he regained his equilibrium he looked up into a face of stern fury. "Listen up you dumb as shit little faggot. When I or my people are giving you something, anything, you fucking take it you hear. Spit, cum, piss, whatever the fuck they want you to take you take it and smile and beg for more. Get up." Jordyn got back to his feet - a little shaken by just how furious the man was. A dark hand whipped up and slapped the younger man across the face. It hurt bad! "You fucking get it?" The man snarled right into his face. "Yes sir, yes sir, I get it." Jordyn was almost begging the man now - fearing another slap. "Best you do," grunted the man, "you EVER disrespect me or my people like that again and you'll get a damn sight worse than just a slap. Understood?" "Yes sir," gabbled Jordyn and he felt tears in his eyes and on his cheeks. "Dry your eyes cry baby. There's a lot worse can happen to a dumb little femboy." Jordyn wiped his eyes, hung his head in shame and waited for his Master to speak again. "So I guess you've forfeited the pleasure of sucking my cock today. Let's see what else Spice tried to teach you." Jerome clapped his hands once. Jordyn looked at the man and understood. His hesitation was only momentary. He got up onto the bed on his hands and knees, presenting his naked butt to the man. "I know what you want faggot. I've read that post of yours. I can arrange that for you - if I'm interested in doing what you want. It's just that maybe what you want doesn't matter. Looking at that sweet little hole maybe I think it can't wait. Maybe I just want to fuck it now, rip it up and drop a potent load good and deep. You got a problem with that?" Jordyn was scared now. Even in the moment, however, he understood that he wasn't scared by the prospect of being fucked, of being pozzed. No - he was scared that this man would fuck him now and then he could never fulfil his fantasy. He could never present himself, virginal and unspoiled, to the room of perverted sadistic Poz Daddies that he had dreamed of for so long. "Answer me you dumb fag bitch. You want to be fucked then wiggle that sweet little cracka booty for me and ask me nice." Thoughts raged through Jordyn's confused mind because Jordyn really wanted to be fucked, he was desperate to be fucked. To feel cock claim his hole, to be used for a man's pleasure. He had dreamed of it for so long and yet it would ruin his ultimate fantasy. What should he do? Then he remembered that Jerome was his Master and that Jerome knew best. Suddenly everything seemed so much simpler. He cautiously wiggled his butt a little. "Please fuck me Master Jerome, make me yours forever." A strong Black hand landed on his pale butt-cheek with considerable force. Jordyn flinched and heard the man behind him laugh. Then Jerome clapped his hands twice. Trying to ignore his stinging butt-cheek Jordyn obeyed the signal just as Spice had taught him. The young man flipped himself over to lie on his back on the bed. Then he bent his legs and grabbed hold of his thighs to hold them up so exposing his hole and offering it to his Master. Now he could see Jerome again and once more the man had exposed that beautiful, potent, cock of his. "Tell me what you want boy." "I want you to fuck me sir," Jordyn swallowed something hard and jagged. "I want you to fuck me and breed me sir. I want you to knock me up." "You acting like a young man who needs to be turned out. You know what 'turned out' means fagboy?" "Yes sir. Please turn me out sir - give me or sell me to your friends. I want to be your boifag whore." The excitement and passion was evident in every single one of those words. Jordyn felt that everything was beyond his control or wishes - he just needed this now. "Well," smiled Jerome and that smile was genuine, "I am a generous man so you'll be getting all you begging for. But shall we do it today as dumb little Jordyn or shall we do it later as BoiFagBarbie? You got thoughts about that faggot?" Jordyn knew what his answer had to be - knew it without a scintilla of doubt. "No sir. You decide sir - this hole belongs to you." "Thass right - so no more whoring around on the Breeding Zone. I'll get you all the cock you can handle and then a whole lot more. Don't you worry faggot your breaking-in party is going to be real special. You read what them men over there wanted to do to you?" Jordyn felt the blood in his cheeks. He had read them - every filthy desire of the denizens of the Breeding Zone. Every thing they had wanted to do to him. Had read each one many more times than just once. "Yeah, you dirty little faggot, you read them. Well you can do that - just remember that some of those boys are amateurs compared to the men I'm going to arrange for you. These men know how to really ruin a tight little hole. Just like you need to be ruined - that right fagboy?" "Yes sir." Jerome clicked his fingers again. Jordyn's legs shook as he stood so that he was relieved to soon be back kneeling in front of his Master, hands behind his back and mouth wide open. "What's your father's name?" "Mike." "What's' your Daddy's name?" Jordyn didn't understand the repetition. He frowned and repeated, "Mike." Jerome's hand moved to Jordyn's cheek but it didn't slap him. Instead it gently stroked the smooth young skin. "You know you are so fucking dumb that you kind of go straight through annoying and back to cute. So this time listen OK. What. Is. Your. Daddy's. Name." Suddenly Jordyn understood and smiled with relief and pleasure that he'd get it right this time. "Jerome sir!" "Fucking right," said Jerome, "and that's cool and all but you've done enough to earn a little promotion. Being your Daddy and your Master is fine but I'm thinking I want to own you." Another little shiver went through Jordyn and he marvelled at it. Even earlier in the week it would have been almost pure fear but now it was just adrenaline-fuelled excitement. "You mean like your pet sir?" Jerome gave his low rumble of a laugh. "Nah! A man cares for and loves his dog. More like just plain property. To use and enjoy exactly how I like. That sound good to you boy?" "I'm not sure sir?" "Well don't worry that pretty, empty, little head of yours - I'll do the thinking. Make all the decisions so it's good and easy for you. Just be clear there ain't no way back once I own you. What did that post of yours ask for? I'll make you become just what you want to be. Just the way you need to be. In return you give me - everything. You understanding that Jordyn?" Jordyn looked up at that dark brutal face. Asking for concessions from a face like that would be wasted breath, hoping for sympathy would be supremely futile. A man like Jerome took you and used you, used you until you broke or he got tired of you and tossed you away. Just like a fleshlight. He would just be a disposable and eminently replaceable human fucktoy. Jordyn read all of that in just one glimpse of the dark face, the glittering eyes and the cruel mouth. He read it all, understood it all and realised with a lurch of fear in his stomach that he wanted it all. Not for show, not as a game or a front or a fantasy but for real. "I think so." The man's mouth tightened in disapproval. "I think so sir," Jordyn hurriedly corrected himself. Jerome looked at him and casually lit a cigarette. He blew the smoke slowly out of his nostrils. "I doubt it. What you thinking? About some stories you read about brushes and blood-slams? Making sure you get what you deserve? That's for fucking amateurs. I work my bois the natural way. Maybe you get knocked up and maybe you don't. My methods are high risk but some can ride through a time or two before they get knocked up. It don't matter. When I've picked the right boi he just keeps coming back however many times it takes. Which is how it should be - you know why?" "No sir." "It ain't hard. For the rest of your life you'll know it wasn't no evil bastard with a brush or a needle made you what you'll be. It'll all be because you're a dumb little faggy boi slut. Dumb little faggy bois like playing with fire and when they play with me they end up getting burned. You'll know that all the way through and you'll know you could have stopped. But you was just too dumb, just too horny, just another little femboy hole begging to be destroyed. That's the way a true dumb little femboy like you really gets fucked up, body mind and soul, and that's why I like it. Now open that faggot mouth again." "Yes sir," said Jordyn and then felt Jerome's fingers seize his hair and ease his head back. This time when Jerome sent a great thick gobbet of saliva drooling down into Jordyn's mouth the femboy held it and swallowed it down as if it was the finest vintage wine. He maybe didn't relish it but he certainly did the little tap of approval on his cheek from the older man. "Remember you do your exercises and train that hole every day, video them and send them to me as proof. You'll get the rules and your instructions tomorrow." "On the forum?" "Damn but you are dumb. To your house stupid - you ain't forgotten I've got your name and details have you?" Jerome smiled a triumphant smile. "You'll have time to get yourself ready - it'll take awhile to get together enough of the sort of men you need to get this job done properly." The young man nodded and Jerome enjoyed the implicit submission. "Just remember boifag that now you belong to me and that hole stays virgin till I say so." "Yes sir," said Jordyn. He was desperate to be fucked, to be fucked hard and rough, but he knew it was better as his Owner suggested. Better to be a virgin when he was handed over to his Owner's friends. They would enjoy destroying him so much more. Jerome pulled Jordyn up to his feet. He looked closely into the younger man's eyes and Jordyn could not deny his old suspicion that the man could read his mind. Finally, after a few moments that seemed like hours, the Black man stepped back and nodded. "Now you my property you got anything to say?" "Yes sir." Jordyn had no doubt what he needed to say. "Thank you sir." Jerome smiled again - his new smile of triumph and possession. "Don't worry it will most certainly be my pleasure." Then he was gone and Jordyn was left naked and alone in the little room. He looked at his clothes but then noticed another bag with his name on it. He looked inside and saw that Spice had collected some gifts for him. He pulled on a pair of pink panties over his cage and then donned some lovely pastel pink knee-highs. They felt so good even when he had to hide them under his pants. He replaced his shirt with a pale-blue number decorated with flowers. He could hide the latter under his sweater. Then he saw a small box. He opened it and saw a necklace with a metal disc attached. He examined it and saw it was like the sort of thing you attached to a dog-collar. The words 'Property of Jerome' were marked clearly on it. Jordyn hesitated. Could he really wear that? After a moment he pulled it over his head and under his shirt. He felt the cool metal disc rest against his bare skin. It felt good and he knew his sweater could hide it as well. He'd just have to be careful when he was at home. But only for a short while. Soon everyone would know the truth.

Was back in town yesterday and went back to the ABS - I wasn’t expecting much, but wound up sucking off 6 guys over the course of a couple of hours. It was a nice way to spend the afternoon.

Part 4 Chad stumbled out of the bathroom, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. The steam from the shower clung to him, his body still damp and flushed. He pushed open the door to the bedroom he shared with Jake, his mind a fog of exhaustion, lingering pleasure, and a gnawing pit of guilt. He just wanted to collapse into bed and pretend the last few hours hadn't happened. But the person in the bed wasn't Jake. It was Asha. For a disorienting second, Chad thought he'd walked into the wrong room. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. No, this was their room. Their stuff was scattered about. But Jake was gone. In his place was the large, muscular form of the Arab man, propped up against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on Chad. "What happened?" Chad asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Where's Jake?" Asha's expression was unreadable, a mixture of annoyance and something else, something darker. "He woke up. Got dressed. Packed his bag. We had a... discussion." He shrugged, a gesture that was both casual and menacing. "He was angry. He'll get over it." A slow, knowing smile spread across his face. "I could hear Andrew fuck you in the shower. The walls aren't that thick. Was that fun?" Chad's face burned. He couldn't meet Asha's gaze, but he couldn't deny it. He just nodded, a small, ashamed movement. "Good," Asha rumbled. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him. "I want that ass again, Chad." He pulled back the sheet, exposing his body in the dim light. His cock was rock hard, a thick, imposing shaft of dark flesh rising from a nest of black curls. A bead of clear fluid glistened at the tip, leaking down the head. "Come suck me." The command was direct, absolute. It bypassed all of Chad's confusion and fear and went straight to his core. He found himself moving, his feet carrying him to the bed as if in a trance. He crawled onto the mattress, his body still humming, and knelt beside Asha. He leaned down and took Asha's cock into his mouth. The taste was clean, masculine. Asha was verbal from the start, his hands tangling in Chad's damp hair. "That's it, boy," Asha groaned, his hips pushing up slightly. "Take it. Show me how much you missed this cock." Chad sank lower, taking him deeper, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. He loved the weight of it on his tongue, the sheer presence of it. "You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth." Chad pulled back, gasping for air, and immediately moved up to kiss Asha. He craved it. He pressed his lips against Asha's, his tongue seeking entry. The kiss was deep and hungry. Chad loved the feel of Asha's thick, coarse beard against his smooth face, the scratchy burn a thrilling contrast to the softness of his lips. It felt real, masculine, and utterly intoxicating. He kissed him again and again, losing himself in the sensation, his guilt暂时 forgotten in the face of such overwhelming desire. "I need to be inside you," Asha growled against his mouth. "Ride me." Chad didn't hesitate. He straddled Asha's powerful thighs, positioning himself over the thick, hard cock. He reached down and guided the head to his hole, which was still slick and open from Andrew's fucking. He thought about Asha's beautiful, hard cock pushing into him, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he lowered himself onto it. The stretch was exquisite. Asha filled him completely, a perfect, thick pressure that sent jolts of pleasure through his entire body. Chad began to move, rising and falling, establishing a rhythm. Asha's hands gripped his hips, guiding him, but letting him set the pace. "Fuck, yes," Asha breathed, his eyes locked on Chad's. "Look at you. Taking what you want. Ride my cock, Chad. Make yourself feel good." Chad's hands came to rest on Asha's broad, hairy chest. He loved the feel of it, the thick, springy hair under his palms, the hard muscle beneath. He massaged Asha's pecs, his thumbs brushing against the dark nipples, which hardened under his touch. He was in control, dictating the depth and speed of their union, but he was also completely possessed. The guilt was still there, a dull ache in the back of his mind, but it was drowned out by the raw, physical reality of the moment. All that mattered was the thick cock inside him, the hairy chest beneath his hands, and the deep, commanding voice in his ear. He was lost to it, to the pleasure, to the power, to the beautiful, dangerous man who had completely upended his life in a single night. He rode Asha harder, faster, chasing an orgasm that he knew would shatter him, and he didn't care about the consequences. He just wanted more. The rhythm became their world. Chad rose and fell, his thighs burning with the effort, his body slick with sweat. His own cock was rock hard, trapped between their bodies, rubbing against the coarse, thick hair of Asha's stomach with every bounce. The friction was incredible, a delicious, constant stimulation that had him leaking a steady stream of clear fluid onto Asha's skin. They both watched it. Their eyes were locked on the sight of Chad's smaller, harder cock sliding through Asha's dark thatch of hair, leaving a glistening trail. It was hypnotic. "Look at that," Asha's voice was a low, guttural rumble, thick with lust. "You're so fucking hard for me, aren't you? You love this hairy body, don't you? Love riding my cock." He gripped Chad's hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "Tell me what you want, Chad. Tell me you want my hot cum deep inside you." Chad could only manage a breathless moan, his head thrown back, his mouth open. He was bouncing faster now, chasing the sensation, his movements becoming more erratic. "Yes," he finally gasped out. "I want it. I want your cum." Asha just smiled, a wide, predatory grin. He was enjoying this immensely, watching the younger man lose all control on top of him. "That's my boy," he encouraged, his voice a low chant. "Ride it. Take it all. Make yourself cum on my cock." Chad could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tingling heat that spread through his entire pelvis. He was right on the edge. Asha could feel it, too, in the way Chad's body tensed, in his desperate, broken cries. "I'm going to shoot inside you," Asha growled, his own hips beginning to thrust up to meet Chad's downward plunges. "I'm going to fill you up. Right... now." That was it. That was all Chad needed. The words, the promise, the feeling of Asha's cock swelling inside him. His body went rigid. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his orgasm exploded through him. Without ever touching himself, his cock began to spurt, shooting a massive, thick rope of cum that flew through the air and landed right on Asha's face, a white stripe across his cheek and lips. Asha roared, a primal sound of pure ecstasy. The sight of Chad's orgasm, the feel of his ass clamping down like a vise, sent him over the edge. He slammed his hips up, burying himself to the hilt as he came, his hot seed pumping deep into Chad's already flooded ass. As the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, Asha's tongue darted out, slowly and deliberately licking Chad's cum from his own lips. The taste was electric. Chad's strength gave out completely. He slid off Asha's softening cock and collapsed face-first onto the bed beside him, his limbs splayed, his body trembling. He was panting, his face buried in the pillows, a boneless, sated wreck. "Wow," Asha breathed, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his side and began to gently rub Chad's back, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Chad felt the last of his tension melting away under the touch, his consciousness starting to drift. Asha leaned in close, his voice a soft whisper against Chad's ear. "I know it's crazy," he murmured, his tone completely different now, stripped of its earlier aggression, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. "I feel like I've known you forever. And I feel like I'm falling in love with you." Chad was too far gone to process it, the words washing over him like a warm wave. "You sleep now, Chad," Asha said softly, continuing to rub his back. "We still have a few hours before we have to check out." Chad didn't respond. He was already asleep, his body exhausted and his mind a chaotic, blissful mess, dreaming of dark eyes, coarse beards, and the feeling of being completely and utterly filled. Stay tuned for part 5

Just getting in from taking my partners best friends poz cock for 4 hours and 3 other anon guys he pimped me out to. Some blank profile hit me up on sniffies on my way home so I of course met him at the cruising spot near by and took him raw. 8 loads in total,gonna wake the clueless dicklet bf up by riding him and slopping up his cock before he "accidentally" slips out of my slack, used up community cunt right before he cums and gets a nice ruined orgasm. At least he helped his friend out 🤣

I got home. I went into my room and changed into shorts and tshirt. I went into the kitchen to get some water and Rick came out of his bedroom. He was in his thin white shorts and tank top. "Good evening boy. You have a fun night?" he said "Hi Daddy. Yes it was a fine." I said "Why so gloomy?" he asked "I just miss you and can't wait for tomorrow and..." I said "....you fuck that kid?" I continued He laughed, "No boy. He was a no show." he said I smiled" Good. I want those balls full of your seed Daddy so you can knock me up tomorrow" I said nuzzling up to him and grabbing his semihard cock thru his thin shorts. He leaned down and kissed me. "I could take you right now" he said "Please I want that so bad Daddy" I replied He grabbed my ass as he kissed my and stuck one of his fingers up my hole. My ass squeezed it. He pulled out his finger and tasted it. "Fuck boy you are wet down there and I can smell your taint. Your horny aren't you." he said his hands all over my ass "yes Daddy I am so horny right now. I want you to fuck me so much my ass is wet" I said "Your what" he said "My pussy is wet for your cock" I said "That's right you have a pussy now boy. A cunt for breeding. I am going to breed you tomorrow night. Remember what I said. We want to make sure I am the one to knock you up right." he said "Yes Daddy. I want you to be the father of my baby" I said looking into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me so tenderly. He made me feel so good. So secure, beautiful, sexy, wanted. No judgement. And he helped me explore my sexuality and my body and it's needs and desires. "I plan to. Now tell me about your day" he said I told him about going to the bathroom and the gloryholes there. Then how I got felt up and sucked more cock at the bar. I told the how some of the men could smell my cunt and I was "ovulating" and horny. I told him that was weird cause I am not a woman and how could they smell my ass. I corrected myself and said pussy. "Cause they can. Our bodies emit certain smells and pheromones especially when we are horny both men and women. You can have a certain smell some men especially tops who fuck a lot of guys. We can smell when a bottom is horny. " he said He went on to explain how he can tell when he is with another man. "I guess so. I am so horny. When the guys fingered my my pussy just started to throb and grab their finger. They told me that I was sucking it in. Then they smelled their finger." I said. My cock was rock hard and leaking with all this talk. Rick then took me to the couch bent me over and took off my shorts. He then leaned and inhaled my ass. "Fuck boy your scent is strong"he said He played with my hole just inside my opening. "Fuck boy you are wet." he said Then he dived in and started to eat me out. I moaned loudly and pushed back on his mouth. He ate me and fingered my for only a minute but I almost came. He pulled off my ass. "That's enough boy. I might jump on you and fuck you right now but we need to make sure you are not already pregnant." he said and slapped my ass and stood up. My cock leaked precum all over the couch and I licked it up. He kissed me and said to go to bed and wished me pleasant dreams. How could I sleep now?

I decided I had enough and washed up in the bathroom and left. As I walked up the stairs and got to the main mall level another guy, late 50's bear walked buy and winked at me. He turned and looked me up and down as I passed. I was tempted to go back to the bathroom but decided to walk to my car and leave. My friends texted my when I got to my car and so I met them at a bar across town. I got there. It was a bit run down bar in the sketch part of town. I went inside and it was a mixed crowd. It was a bit older with many of the patrons over the age of 30 and quite a few over 40 and 50 years old. There were some college kid groups like ours but also one or two couples and several gay male couples and also what looked like gay older guys hanging out at the bar. I asked my friends why did we come here and they said they had cheap drinks. Beers were $3 and shots $4 vs the college area bars were $5-6 for beers and $6-9 for shots. They also had a cocktail special going for $6 which was super cheap. They also had cheap bar good. We hung out, drank, ate, played darts. It was a cool vibe. Once in a while I could feel the stare of some of the older guys hanging at the bar and the table near us. The waiter also was gay with his pride earrings. He was handsome older guy white buzz but hair late 50's. He was wearing a tight tank top and cut jean shorts. He smiled each time when I gave my drink order. He also kept staring at me and checking out my shorts which were my usual running shorts. Today they were light grey and on the shorter side but not booty shorts. 3-4" inseam which a small slit on the side. We kept drinking, eating cheap pizza and taking shots. The rest of my friends went to go play pool upstairs so I just hung at our table eating as I got there late. I started to feel the buzz of the shots. As I ate the waiter brought over a shot to me. "Here you go this is on me" he said "Thank you" I said "Cheers" he said taking a shot for himself too. I took the shot. It was really strong. "What was that" I asked "151 and whiskey" he said smiling I started to feel the buzz get stronger. He put his hand on my back trying to steading me. "You ok" he said "Yeah i'm fine" I said He just hand his hand on my back and now on my lower back rubbing it. "Just take it easy. I will take care of you baby" he said smiling "Thank you I" said. Those words made me melt and I was still horny from the bathroom. His other hand now was on my thigh caressing it. Then sliding to my inner thigh in that sensitive area. A light moan escaped my lips and my legs automatically opened. We were towards the back of the bar so no one could see what he was doing. "Oh baby someone is ready aren't they. I saw you been looking at my ass and chest. Even peeked at my cock huh" he said I softly nodded. His hand was now between my legs and his finger in my ass. "Ohh shit your wet. Your pussy is dripping" he said in my ear. He pushed in deeper rubbing my prostate and I let out another moan and started to breath harder. The he pulled his finger out and stood back. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it. "Ok let me know if you need anything else" he said smiling and then walked away My cock was rock hard and leaking right now. I needed to use the bathroom so went to the men's room. I was three urinals and two stalls. The stalls were full so I went to the stall. As I started to close it a guy pushed the door in. He was at the bar and one of the guys checking me out. He pulled down his zipper and pulled out a nice 7" cock. "Get down boy. I know you want it." he said I got down on my knees and started to suck him. Thoughts of one of my friends walking in and seeing me thru the gap in the partition scared me but I wanted his cock. "Yeah your good cocksucker. I saw you looking at me. You saw me looking at your skanky ass didn't you" he said I nodded and sucked him. Working his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat and hands he finally let loose a huge cum in my mouth about 6 spurts or warm cream. I lathered it in my mouth around his cock and swallowed. "Fuck I have never cum so quick with a bj. I want your pussy now boy" he said "No sorry just bj." I replied He grabbed my ass and with his other pushed finger in me. My ass squeezed. "Oh fuck this is a tight wet cunt you got there. It wants my cock, I can feel it" he said pushing his finger deeper in me. I moaned. "Your a fucking bitch in heat. Your cunt is ovulating" he said I could see his lust in his eyes. I thought I better leave before I go too far. I stepped away and pulled his hand away from my ass. "Lick it bitch" he said I licked his fingers. "Fucking slut you are. Your cunt is ripe. You sure you don't want this. He was stroking his hard cock. I did want it but I wanted Rick and his seed and to get pregnant. "Sorry I need to leave" I said I opened the door and as I was walking out of the stall the waiter walked in. He could see me leaving with a man still in there. He smiled and said" Want more" he said. "Maybe next time, thank you. I have to leave now" I said I went upstairs told my friends I had to go and gave them money for the tab. I got home around 10pm.

If you ever cum back down let me know love to connect. There is a bath house right next to Adonis . Samson st gym. Also C BC is rebuilt and awesome Club Philly 17 and Chancler

I'm really glad this isn't the end of the story. At least I don't think it is. That last line 'he was not,' is a big turn on for me. I can't wait to see what else Rick has in store.

I miss my buddy. I'd wait for him blindfolded ass up face down and he'll come in to breed me...

I feed my fag/cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays. He puts a post up on a few sites including doublelist to get other men there to feed him. Yesterday it was just me. Today he was sucking my cock when a painter showed up. He plopped down next to me on the fag's sofa and pulled out his 7" cut cock. Mine is just 6.5" cut. My fag switched immediately to the new guy - we've agreed he would this so I can watch him suck cock. The painter gagged him several times before pumping a load directly down his throat. He pulled out and left. 20 minutes later I fed my fag his second load this week. Damn yes so fucking hot. Anyway, just thought I'd share the story.

Finally, the negative result and the positive breeding has begun and Rick has taken ownership. I wonder if Dan along the way will discover he is a pain pig as well as a poz cumslut. An excellent chapter @mancoco, and I hope we get to read many more as Dan's self understanding and being owned evolves 😈

The countdown to Dan's first unprotected breeding by Rick is down to just hours, and Dan is experiencing conflicting feelings, worry--about getting and the consequences of HIV--and excitement, about finally bonding with Rick by carrying Rick's strain and DNA in his body forever. As Rick says, it's normal and okay to have these feelings. I believe Dan's worry comes from his concern of "losing" Rick's love. Rick reassures Dan that, no matter the outcome of Dan's test, Rick will always love him. Furthermore, if Dan had other gay sex partners before Rick, I believe he would not be as insecure about being loved by Rick. Looking forward to the next chapter in Dan's poz journey. Thank you, @mancocofor superb writing that keeps readers' attention.

I rediscovered my love for having sex with guys wearing leather chaps while I was traveling last month, I either fucked or was fucked by at least 4 guys wearing chaps in Palm Springs.

London sauna, heavily tattooed guy with a thick PA, tits piercings got me to suck him in view of others. Shit, don’t recall ever serviced such a large PA. He then raw fucked me rough and verbal. Soon I was the cumdump. Hot! Then went out to dinner with a straight friend. At the urinal standing next to him, a huge load flooded out - I thought I had already emptied lots before leaving sauna. So embarrassed. I was going commando, my jeans was soaked for the rest of the evening dinner, reminding me of piggy event an hour ago, difficult to make conversation. Lesson for me: don’t go anywhere decent after a cumdump session. Wear a butt plug to keep all the cum in.

I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

A gaelic football player Last night , I'm cleaning changing rooms at the local club and when I was finished a guy asked me to drink something with him . Tought we would go to the local pub but no we went to his home . After a couple of beers he came closer and closer to me and started touching me and I did like it .he asked if I wanted some more nude fun together and I didn't had any problems with that idea .I had to undress myself and he came in with some toys and did tied up long story to keep short , he took a electric tens unit out of the box and did wiree up , switched the thing on and started playing with it from a nice feeling to a nasty pain and went on with that for more than a hour and that was 3 of my last loads of yesterday night. Soon I will go back to him for more fun , has more toys I would like he said

I like to wear a leather harness. It gives my top easy control and makes me feel absolutely sexy. Other than that, additional fetish wear/restraints are fun if my fucker enjoys it.

Chapter 9 - A New Jordyn It was hard to believe it had all happened. It surprised him that he hadn't crashed on his drive home; his mind had been so filled with the events of the afternoon and evening. People and places he had never really believed he would experience; so different to all that had gone before in his sheltered, protected, young life. The lies to his parents had come easily when he had finally got back. They had swallowed them but they wouldn't always. Not that it mattered. He knew he wouldn't need to lie too much longer. Soon the real truth would be out there, undeniable and irreversible. Jordyn shivered a little as he sat on his bed. Jerome had that video of him sucking cock. The man had also taken a photo of his I.D. and so knew his real name, his home address, the college he attended. It had been so stupid of him. He really was at Jerome's mercy now. Jordyn knew what the man wanted from him and also knew what Jordyn himself had asked for. Now Jerome wouldn't accept less - Jordyn understood that as surely as he had ever understood anything. He was trembling now. It couldn't be real. It had to be one of his horny dreams and he would soon wake up, just as frustrated and desperate as ever. Except he felt the pressure, the painful restriction from his little dicklet as it strained to get hard. He checked his door was closed and then eased down his pants. There was the proof that this was no dream. It was as real as sin. He saw the pair of frilly pink girl's panties and as he pulled them off he saw the cage on his little penis. It wanted to get hard but the cage wouldn't let it and that felt strange and restrictive and - right. The key was in his pocket where Jerome had dropped it before driving off. There was a little bottle of lube too - a present from the Black man. Though he knew he'd end up paying for anything the man gave him - paying with his sweet little femboy pussy. The shivers of fear had become shivers of excitement. Nothing had ever got him horny like thinking about Jerome and Wolf and what they would do to him. They and their friends. How many friends? He'd just be a piece of lovely little fuckmeat to them - a sacrifice to their potent masculinity. They'd use him and they'd ruin him. Without hesitation, sympathy or mercy. Jordyn's hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube. He left the key where it was. He was horny as fuck and he knew the rules - when he was horny or with Jerome he had to wear the cage. This wasn't about his dicklet it was all about his hole. Making it ready for real men to ruin. He lubed up his fingers and gently pushed one into his own ass. It felt good, not as good as when Jerome had done it but good none the less. He pushed a little harder and felt a slight discomfort. He let his mind go back to being bent over the garbage behind a seedy porn store. He let the horniness and pleasure wash into and merge with any pain. That was the cocktail he wanted and needed. The special place Jerome had first taken him to. There would be many more experiences like that - he had so much to learn. Jordyn's finger was joined by another and he was fingering his hole hard and fast when his clitty shot its load into the cage. He knew he could go on if he wanted but perhaps not tonight. Now he needed to take the cage off and clean it and himself. There would be many more times in the future now that he knew how a faggy femboy like himself was meant to cum. Now he knew just how right it felt. *** He was outside the store early the next afternoon. It was still locked and no-one was there. He waited for five minutes until another vehicle arrived and a feminine figure got out to unlock the door, sending him a bright little wave. "You must be Jordyn. I'm Spice - we have a couple of hours before opening. Don't look so nervous sweetie." Spice was an inch or two taller than Jordyn and perhaps a year or two older. She had a rather gawky gothic presence and Jordyn had to admit that he found her a little intimidating. Her hair was peroxide-blonde leaving obvious dark roots and her scarlet lipstick and dark eye-makeup were very obvious against her pale skin. She wore her white blouse open at the neck to reveal a heavy Black leather collar that matched her boots and her knee-length skirt. Once inside Spice hung up her combat jacket and turned to examine Jordyn more carefully. She frowned a little. "You normally wear that outfit?" Jordyn nodded. "That's a waste sweetie. We can do a lot better than that!" Jordyn felt confused and a little alarmed as Spice began to undress him. He didn't know what to do. Spice wore her look well but Jordyn had never been into girls. Nevertheless he hadn't the confidence to say 'no' or to resist as she rapidly stripped him down to his pink panties. "You might like to take those off yourself," said Spice with a devilish little smile, "you've such a cute little body I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Jordyn looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights and the girl laughed again, a strangely brittle sort of laugh. "C'mon sweetie - we have work to do!" Jordyn obeyed without further hesitation. Even a girl like this seemed able to dominate him. Now he was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Spice wasn't pleased. "You must be very new." A pale finger pointed at Jordyn's limp penis. "Why would I want to see that? Where's your cage?" Jordyn found it and secured it in place - he had practised a couple of times the previous night and so it was easy, especially since the shop wasn't exactly warm. Spice beamed with pleasure, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are so lucky. That cage makes it look like you haven't got a dick at all." She lifted her skirt. "I'm bigger so I have to make do with one of these." Jordyn's eyes almost popped out of his head. Spice wore a little pink plastic cage that wasn't flat like his but rather formed the shape of a penis. "You're a man," he blurted out. "Fuck that," said Spice. "I'm a girl and don't you forget it. Just I'm a girl with something extra." Jordyn had been fooled entirely. Even now looking carefully he could barely see the young man Spice had once been - before she had become her true self. "You look amazing," was all Jordyn could say. A pleased grin replaced the momentary annoyance that had been on Spice's face. "Thanks sweetie and now we need to get to work. You have preferences or should I just give you what Jerome prefers?" "What Jerome likes." The answer came automatically. It was weird but Jordyn felt a kindred spirit with Spice, a closeness he hadn't really felt with anyone before. It was clear Spice was being herself and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Jordyn wished he could be like Spice - perhaps with her help he could be. "I've known Jerome a while but Lewis made sure he knew I'm a lesbian. How on earth did you meet him?" That question carried an implicit sub-text. 'How did a vanilla normie like you meet a man like Jerome?' Jordyn didn't like that - people hadn't understood who he was for all his young life. He wanted Spice to understand. "We met online. I asked Jerome to ruin me." Spice had the natural air of a person who very few things surprised. However, she was surprised now. "You really asked him that?" "I need someone to take charge and help the world understand the real me. I need to be with a group of dominant men who know how to ruin me, on camera, so no-one can ever deny who I really am again. I need to be destroyed. Do you think Jerome can do that?" "You've met him haven't you - what do you think? Did he fuck you?" Jordyn shook his head. "No - he took me to meet a man called Wolf." Actually to be shown to a man like Wolf but that didn't sound so good. Spice sniffed a little. "Wolf is OK so long as you understand he'd sell that sweet hole of yours to a bunch of smelly homeless guys in an instant. Well, cute like you are if Jerome didn't fuck you its because he has plans for you. Think all you asked for - plus anything extra he can think up." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "It wouldn't be the first time - though usually they don't come begging for it. You really sure that's what you want?" "More sure than anything." He felt his lip tremble at the admission. Spice took his hand in hers - a welcome gesture of support. "Well if you're sure. At least I can ensure that when you get trashed you'll look fucking gorgeous!" Jordyn returned her smile. It felt good to tell someone who he really was and it felt even better that Spice didn't try to 'talk sense' to him. He had enough stupid doubts and fears without having other people loading theirs onto him. Then Spice got to work. *** If you wanted to learn then you went to someone who knew. Spice rapidly ran Jordyn through all the tedious necessities of preparing himself for his men. Keeping his body nice and smooth and hairless, keeping his hole nice and clean and fresh, what he could use to prepare his tight little femboy hole for its grand opening. She packed up a little set of toys and lube for him to work with. Then a set of exercises to keep his trim little twink body and that bubble booty both at their best However, first Spice had helped him find a new look. Jordyn had let his hair grow a little longer and Spice had tutted and fussed and styled it. Just a few changes but they made a difference. Then the outfit. Spice had found him some black and white sneakers, long black socks that came up to just above his knee, a short-sleeved grey crop top with a low neckline and a pair of black booty shorts to cover his pink frilly panties. Jordyn looked in the full-length mirror and felt something he couldn't remember feeling before. He felt that he was looking at himself - his real self. A boy, yes, but not a boy that fitted into the macho masculine stereotype. "Will you wear that to college tomorrow?" Spice's question was a loaded one. Dread swept through Jordyn. He'd never be able to go home like this, to go to college like this! He just looked at Spice and his look told her what she expected. "Baby steps sweetie. But it's a shame - you look so fucking cute! Meantime you can surely do better than that horrible look you had when you got here." Spice taught him how a boy could be himself - even under the noses of others. How he could wear his leggings or even sheer hose under his pants and how those pants could be of a more feminine cut. How an over-sized hoodie could hide wearing a girl's shirt underneath or even something more obviously meant for females. How color could make such an impact. How he could use clear lip-gloss and nail polish and wear subtle jewellery - again hidden by his clothing. Baby steps, as Spice said, but his first steps. There was so much to learn but it was so exciting! "You can be as feminine or just as much of a femboi as you like - just get to where you feel comfortable, to where you feel yourself. Not everyone can be quite as fabulous as me after all!" Spice's elfin face beamed at him in the mirror. She had enjoyed playing dress up with him. "Just ease those shorts off again sweetie." Jordyn dropped the little black booty shorts and then felt her hands on him as he leaned over to push the shorts down. Long black-painted finger-nails on his hips and then the feeling of warm breath on his butt. "Since I got you nice and clean it seems a waste not to enjoy such a delicious booty." Jordyn's whole body reacted as he felt the warm wetness of a tongue where no tongue had been before. It felt amazing and it only got better as Spice spread his cheeks and began to go to town on eating his ass. Sensations Jordyn had never even imagined let alone experienced. He arched his back and thrust his butt out to encourage more of Spice's talents. He closed his eyes and felt his whole body shudder in appreciation - savoured the restricting pressure of his cage that now comprised his sexual arousal. It was so exciting, so stimulating, such a new experience. It could only end one way. Jordyn gasped loudly, his breath reduced to ragged almost sobs, as his clitty dribbled through its cage. The stimulation of his hole ended and he heard Spice's little laugh. "You cum like that before?" Jordyn told her and Spice was delighted. "That's cool - can I see the video. I bet you looked great!" "I didn't take a video." Spice frowned and shook her head in semi-mock disapproval. "Always film yourself sweetie. How are you going to get all those cocks you are wanting if you don't advertise? Let me show you." Spice fetched her phone and tapped through to an account on a site Jordyn had seen before. Pictures and videos of Spice herself. In various dress or undress, with other women, trans or otherwise. "Check out the followers," said Spice proudly. "I've got a paid tier too but you just need to get yourself out there at the moment. The rest follows." She checked out the look on Jordyn's face and laughed again. "It's easy! Give me your phone." A couple of minutes later and there was an account set up simply as 'BoiFagBarbie'. The young man followed his new friend's advice and posed for a picture or two in his new outfit. Then with his shorts pulled down and his back arched to push out that bubble booty of his - just as he had when Spice had been eating him out. Spice used his phone again and then returned it. "See the 'post' button - press it and those images will be online for the world to see - well some of the pervier parts of it anyway." She looked at him and Jordyn could see that Spice was in no doubt that he would press that button. He still couldn't help saying, "Is it a good idea?" "Well," she answered, "it is if you want to get that sweet little hole of yours well and truly fucked." Jordyn pressed the button. *** Back home it was again hard to imagine that it had been real. He knew just what his parents and their friends would think of someone like Spice. But at the time it had all felt so right. The shaving, the prep work, the dressing up, learning the exercises. It had all felt so right - so relevant to who he really was in a way that college never had. He fetched his phone and found that site. His pictures looked good and he saved a copy of each. Then he went to the BZ and posted the same pictures there in a new gallery. He gave it a title. 'Doesn't this sweet hole just need to be WRECKED!' That evening as he ate his meal he couldn't get his mind off those pictures and the men who would be checking them out even now. Spice hadn't been worried about hiding who he was. His face was right there on screen in most of them. Anyone could see him there. It was so fucking exciting! Did his parents notice anything? Perhaps - but he didn't much care. As soon as possible he was back in his room with his door safely closed as he scrolled on his phone. There were responses. Quite a few responses. He was about to read them when a notification flashed on screen. It was Jerome! 'Saw the pics - I'm guessing that was Spice's idea. You got a busy day tomorrow?' It would be an important project day at college. He messaged back, 'No - why?' 'You need to be at the usual place at four and remember - that sweet little ass of yours belongs to me. Understand fag?' "Yes sir - I'll be there.' He saw Jerome log off the conversation. Had Jerome been pleased with him or had he been angry? It was hard to tell. What would happen tomorrow? He let the question drift out of his mind - that was for Jerome to decide. Meanwhile he had those responses to his pictures to read. ***

As a super loose human Hole of a sodomite, I will join the others and emphasize this post's importance. I am on asspig as well under JaredErikson.

Thanks for this, I'll check that site out. Hopefully one day I'll be able to take a whole fist

I jogged around a new area this time of the year. When I had moved to a new part of the city, I had discovered this area with its slopey hillsides and variety of tracks open and foresty parts that was actually quite close to where I lived now. While I was running up a hillside, I saw an extremely sexy guy come down the path towards me. Dark hair and eyes, tight shirt accentuating his muscled torso, a short beard, maybe around thirty – and when he came closer, he threw me a smile, went slower and waited on the side of the narrow way, so I could pass him better. I must have smiled back very appreciatively and said „Thanks man!“, passing him narrowly. „Sure buddy!“ he answered and then actually winked at me! I was thrown a little off guard, as I had never been so openly flirted with while running. I slowed my steps and my mind started racing about what to say or do, but when I opened my mouth, he thew me another smile and slowly went down the path I had just come up. I stared at his backside in his tight running shorts. „Damn!“ I muttered. Maybe I had overinterpreted his behavior? Well, nothing I could do about this now. While I hadn´t cum in a couple of days and had just realized through this how easily I got turned on at the moment, it wasn´t like I couldn´t have sex. At 26, I stood tall and fit, more lean than muscular, but when I invested some time, I could definitely have sex via the apps. I didn’t do that often though, I was more up for a relationship or at least building a connection in a bar or at a party and then see where it led. Well, no use thinking about that now. The guy had already left my field of view, so I turned around and continued up my path. When I reached the top of the hill, I had worked up little sweat and caught my breath. There wasn´t a good view here, since this hill was claimed by a lot of trees, but I trotted a bit alongside the hilltop to a place where I knew a fallen tree provided a great place to sit for a bit and enjoy – I stopped dead in my tracks when I rounded a corner and saw a guy sitting on the log and masturbating. What the fuck? He had thrown off his shirt and pants, sitting on the fallen tree and casually stroking his cock, eyes closed. He must have been only a little younger than me maybe. Light hair, a little blond stubble, lean and quite sexy, wearing only his running shoes and his white socks, sitting there just a few meters from me. I realized I had held my breath and so I exhaled - then shut my mouth as it came out more like a gasp. The guys´ eyes shot open and he looked straight at me. „Oh, haha, fuck!“ he exclaimed, an apologetic grin on his face. He stood up, but didn´t make a move to throw on his pants, just held a hand in front of his junk, the other one going behind his head, scratching the back of it while he shrugged. „I´m sorry man, just came up hear and realized how horny I was and… well…“ I stared at him for a second, then said „Uhm yeah, no worries, I… I´ll just look for another spot to sit and…“ I didn´t really know what to say. He was cute and turned me on, but I was so perplexed, my instinct was to get away. So I slowly started to turn away. „No man, please!“ the cutie exclaimed. I turned back and he had already run towards me, his cock bobbing with his steps, and now laid his left hand on my shoulder. „I´m sorry, I didn´t want to take your spot for myself. You can just sit here. If I hadn´t been wanking, you would have also come and sit together, right?“ I narrowed my brows for a moment. „Ah, yes…?“ „Right, so let´s just pretend that would have been the case, okay?“ he grinned, then took me by my arm and pulled me along. I didn´t offer any real resistance, too overwhelmed by the situation – and turned on by the guy, whose almost hairless ass was now just a meter in front of me. Fuck, I loved asses like that! He sat down on the log and let go of me, so I just sat down a bit away from him. He still wasn´t putting on his pants, but continued to cover his cock with his hand. „So what´s your name?“ he asked. “I´m Jared and you?“ „It might be a weird situation, but really nice to meet you Jared, I´m Ben!“ he said and grinned widely again. „It somehow just overcame me up here, this beautiful scenery and some hot guys here and there…“ he looked at me while he said that and the implication was clear. When I started to say something, I noticed that his right hand had changed from covering his junk to massaging it. „Uh… thanks man.“ I wanted to add a compliment, but a basic one seemed a bit too little, now that he was already stroking his cock in front of me. Ben was quicker though: „Seems like I´m not the only one who came up here horny today, hm?“ he chimed and slowly his left hand bridged the gap between us, caressed my hand on the tree for a second and then grasped my hard cock, that was forming a sizeable bulge in my thin running shorts. I gasped again. „Yeah… you could say that…“ I trailed off, mesmerized by his view and his hand working my cock hard. He scooted closer, looked into my eyes and brought his lips towards me. I leaned in and we passionately kissed, tongues intertwining after mere moments already. His other hand started to caress my neck, then his lips and tongue worked it for a moment, while his other hand pinched my nipple. My right hand was buried in his hair, while I put my left to work on his cock. It was a nice dick, moderately sized, while standing hard as rock and straight up. „Why don´t you remove those shorts sexy?“ he whispered into my ear and I immediately did so. I was still aware that we were quite in the open here, but the last times I hadn´t seen anybody around and… fuck it, that didn´t matter right now anyway! After I had pushed my running shorts and underwear down in one go, Ben continued to stroke my cock and licked his lips. „Fuck man, that´s a really nice cock!“ he exclaimed and I just laughed. He then went to his knees, a horny grin on his face, and before I could say a word, he engulfed my cock with his mouth. He didn´t waste any time, he just started sucking it all the way down, my glans entering his throat, and I gasped in surprise again. „Fuuuuck! That´s… wow!“ I just laughed. He withdrew and said „Well, we can do that, too, but first…“ and started sucking me off again. I let the implication linger, thinking about whether he might have come prepared for this with a condom, but then decided to enjoy his mouth instead and started guiding his head up and down my cock, sometimes forcing him to deepthroat and sometimes more facefucking him than him sucking me off. Every now and then I glanced around, but as expected, we were alone. We continued this for a few minutes and I slowly felt an orgasm build inside of me. Right then, Ben withdrew his mouth and stoop up again. I exhaled in frustration. „Uhh man, I could have almost come. That was awesome, maybe…“ he interrupted me „You should man! Come here and give me that cock!“ He leaned beside me onto the log, spitting into his hand and coating his hole in spit. I stood up, jacking my cock. I wouldn´t let that invitation pass, I was so fucking horny! „Sure man, do you have a condom?“ Ben made a face. „No man, sorry… but… you´re clean right? I really need you to fuck me, please! Would you…?“ and longingly looked at me. I decided in flash. „Yeah man, I am… Alright, fuck, I need that now!“ I muttered, as much to him as to myself. I stood behind him, putting my cock against his beautiful hole, framed by that sexy ass and slowly started pushing in. „Fuuuck yes!“ he purred. I didn’t hear any pain from him, so I continued to push. He was able to take my entire length slowly, but in one single go. „Yeees baby, that´s it! Fuck, your ass feels so nice!“ „And your cock, bare, inside of me!“ he answered, pushing even more against me. We quickly found a rhythm. I didn´t want to cum too fast, but also this shouldn´t last for long, we were still out here in the open. So I adjusted my pace and fucked his ass nice and hard, his hands reaching back, pulling on me, my world shrinking in on my cock and his hole. - Until I heard a rustling to the side. My head jerked up and I immediately saw the guy who had come down the path towards me before standing there, massaging his cock through his shorts with one hand and smoking a joint with the other. If I hadn´t heard him, the smell would have probably hit me a moment later. I was horrified to have been walked in on while having sex – but this guy seemed to enjoy the show, just nodding and grinning, while Ben seemed oblivious to it all and continued to fuck himself on my dick. It felt great. The other guy slowly stepped a little closer, until Ben seemed to hear him, too. His eyes shot open in confusion, but then he smiled and said „Hi Matt!“ „Hi Ben, looking great there under this sexy fucker…“ Wait, they knew each other?! „Don´t worry Jared, I´ve done this same thing with Matt here already. So no reason to be ashamed. And I think he likes you!“ „Oh, I definitely do! We saw each other on the way here and I went on, but then decided to come back and see if I would see him again. Well and that´s quite the perfect way to do so!” Matt laughed. He came even closer, now a mere meter away. “I wanted to tell you before, but you´re really hot Jared!” “So are you!” I could just say, grinning at him. I couldn´t believe this whole situation, I was still fucking Ben slowly. “I didn’t want to interrupt you guys, please continue… and if I´m making you uncomfortable by watching, maybe this will help?” he held out the joint to us, offering it. “Sure!” Ben said, taking it and having two deep draws from it, before holding it out to me. I shrugged, then took it. Probably not a bad idea, as I wasn´t sure how hard I could stay in this firework of emotions. I took two good draws as well and held it out to Matt again, but he already held a lighter and a kind of glas pipe in his hand that he heated, sucked on and exhaled a white cloud, when I let my smoke out, too. “It´s fine Jared, you can just finish it off, if you want to. I got this as well.” “Uh, okay, thanks. What is it though, never seen that?” I said, before taking another turn on the almost empty joint, while continuing to fuck Ben. This situation was so hot! And I already felt the pot relaxing me somewhat. “It´s called T, I had also never heard that name before somebody showed it to me. It´s not like pot, it has a more… exhilarating effect on the body and makes you really horny, too.” He said, taking another drag. The fat bulge in his shorts twitched while he did. “Haha yeah, I can see that man!” I said, nodding towards his cock. “Well, that´s mostly because of you two sexy sluts here.” He answered and winked at me again. “Wanne try?”

Continued Both me and my uncle rock hard we walked down the hall and down the stairs to the second floor. It wasn’t long and others began to follow. We went into the video room, there were two other men in there jerking as they watched porn. We sat and I couldn’t help myself. I knelt down and took my uncle’s raging cock down my throat and began to gorge myself on that peace of meat. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed my head further down his cock until it was splitting my throat. I felt hands on my hips lifting me up. At the same time my uncle continued to work my throat with his hands on the back of my head. Now I felt a tongue begin to lick my hole as hands were spreading my ass cheeks. A crowd was gathering in the video room and their focus turned from the movie to our action. With a cock down my throat and a tongue in my ass I was getting well used. My uncle began to thrust harder and with a final thrust, shot his load down my throat. His protein explosion filled my mouth and began to leak down my chin. I continued to suck his cock, not wanting to miss a drop of his man juice. The tongue in my ass was going deeper and deeper. I could feel fingers spreading my hole wider and wider, slowly working their way in. Licking the last drop of cum from my uncle cock, he lifted my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. He whispered, “let’s go”. I stood up and as I turned around I saw it was the hot bio tatted dude who was eating my ass and fingering my hole. He had feasted on my young jock ass. As I began to walk down the hall, I could feel my ass cheeks swish back and forth, the saliva from the biotatt dude effectively lubing my hole. It felt good. We headed back to the room and when we arrived, my uncle instructed me to put on my jeans. We both put on our jeans, a Tshirt and left the room. The bathhouse had in and out privileges so we left and walked to the leather bar across the street. We walked in and the bartender said hello to my uncle and asked if he wanted the usual. He responded, “make it a double and one too for my nephew.” The bartender looked at me, nodded his head up and down, and served us both. We grabbed our drink and walked through the crowd and made out way to the patio. Outside there was a group of guys and we walked over to them. They greeted my uncle and he introduced me. One man, in only jeans and boots reached out to shake my hand. As he did he said, “we have heard a lot about you.” His handshake was firm, his chest well defined with light fur. He had a mustache and I would guess he was probably in his early thirties. The patio was somewhat crowded. My uncle removed his shirt so I thought I would follow his lead. Another one of the guys, this one a little older, with dirty blond hair, a defined treasure trail, in black jeans and boots, reached over and brushed my chest. With that my cock jumped in my jeans. He asked if we wanted another drink, as I responded. Absolutely.

Bull is amazing. 24/7 some/all days (can’t remember). Pretty much anything goes. A guy I got talking to got fucked with his head stuck in a urinal. Then he fucked me bent over grabbing onto a pole in full view of the bar. I spotted a lucky sub on all fours being used as a table for a guy to write his number down for another guy (phones get checked in and it costs each time you ask for your stuff back). I came out of the bathroom (in my harness and jock), within 2 seconds made eye contact with this really rough looking guy in a tracksuit and dropped to my knees in front of him like the good little faggot I am. He got his cock out and I sucked him for a minute or two and then he walked me to the sling, where he spent about the next 10 minutes tenderising my hole while other guys popped over every so often to stick their cocks in my mouth. The place is pretty much open plan except for the toilets, which from what I remember have no main door, just an archway (or it was open anyway). So while there’s 4 areas, everywhere is in full view of nearly everywhere else. No changing rooms, you just get undressed in the bar. It’s an exhibitionist’s paradise. Let us know how you get on 🐷

Tommy adjusted the straps on his backpack for the third time since leaving the subway station. The weight of the gear inside made his shoulders ache, but it was a familiar discomfort, one he welcomed like an old friend stopping by unannounced. His sneakers scuffed against the pavement as he rounded the corner, the neon sign of Club Z buzzing faintly in the distance. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the heat hadn’t let up—sweat dotted his temples, and he swiped at it with the back of his hand, careful not to smudge his glasses. He wasn’t usually the type to arrive this early, but tonight was different. The sling room wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last two weeks meticulously planning what he’d bring, what he’d wear, and how he’d set everything up. The ad had gone live three hours ago—already, his phone had buzzed twice with responses, but he’d ignored them. First things first: the room had to be perfect. The bouncer at Club Z barely glanced at his ID, just waved him through with a bored nod. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and something muskier underneath—like leather left too long in the sun. The club wasn’t busy yet, just a few early birds nursing drinks at the bar or lounging on the sofas near the back. Tommy kept his head down as he made his way to the stairs, the backpack shifting awkwardly against his hips. Room 309 was smaller than he’d expected, but the sling dominated the space, bolted to the ceiling with thick straps dangling like an invitation. He dropped his bag onto the vinyl-covered floor, the sound muffled but heavy, and took a slow breath. The adrenaline was starting to prickle at the base of his skull, that familiar mix of nerves and anticipation. He unzipped the backpack with practiced efficiency, laying out the cuffs, the gag, the toys in neat rows on the dresser. His phone buzzed again. This time, he checked it—a message from someone with a wolf emoji in their username. *Saw your ad. Still looking?* Tommy bit his lip, then typed back, *Yeah. Room 309. Give me twenty to set up.* He hesitated, then added, *Bring your worst.* Tommy’s fingers trembled slightly as he fastened the last strap of the wrist cuffs to the sling’s frame, giving it a firm tug to test its hold. The metal D-ring didn’t budge. Good. He stepped back, surveying the room—the harness draped over the dresser, the ball gag gleaming under the dim overhead light, the gas mask with its fogged lenses staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything was in its place. Almost. He adjusted the blindfold, folding it neatly beside the rest, then wiped his palms on his thighs. The room was warmer now, the air thick with the scent of rubber and his own nervous sweat. A knock at the door made his stomach lurch. Too soon. He hadn’t even changed yet. Tommy hesitated, then called out, “Twenty minutes, remember?” The knock came again, harder this time, followed by a low chuckle. “Yeah, yeah. But you said *worst,* pigboi. You really wanna keep me waiting?” The voice was rough, edged with amusement, and Tommy’s breath hitched. He crossed the room in three strides, yanking the door open before he could second-guess himself. The man on the other side was taller than he’d expected—broad-shouldered, with a close-cropped beard and eyes that flicked over Tommy like he was already taking inventory. He wore a fitted black tee, sleeves rolled to show off thick forearms, and a pair of boots that looked like they’d seen more than a few dungeon floors. “You’re early,” Tommy said, and immediately cringed at how breathy it sounded. The man grinned, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. “And you’re not even dressed.” He nudged the backpack with his toe, then picked up the harness, turning it over in his hands. “Nice gear. You break it in yet?” Tommy shook his head, pulse thudding in his throat. The man’s presence filled the room, his energy like a live wire. “No. It’s—it’s new.” Another chuckle. “Good.” He tossed the harness back onto the dresser and closed the distance between them in one stride, crowding Tommy against the wall. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing Tommy’s jaw. “Blindfold first,” he murmured. “Then we’ll see how much of that *worst* you can take.” Tommy's breath stuttered as the blindfold was pulled tight over his eyes, the sudden darkness making his other senses flare to life. The man's calloused thumb traced the hinge of his jaw before gripping his chin, tilting his face up. "Eyes on me, pigboi," the man murmured, though Tommy couldn't see a damn thing—just the heat of his breath, the press of his body pinning him to the wall. A shiver raced down his spine when the man's other hand slid down to his belt, working the buckle with a practiced flick. The leather hissed as it was pulled free, and Tommy's stomach tightened. He'd expected commands, roughness, maybe even a slap—but the slow, deliberate way the man undressed him was worse. Every brush of fingers against his skin felt like a brand. His shirt was tugged over his head, the cool air hitting his sweat-damp chest, and then the man's palm flattened over his sternum, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the sling's straps. "Arms up," came the order, and Tommy obeyed without thinking, his wrists slotting into the cuffs dangling from the frame. The metal clicked shut, snug but not biting—yet. A low whistle. "Look at you." The man's voice had dropped, rough with approval. Tommy could hear him circling the sling, boots scuffing against the vinyl, and then a warm hand gripped his hip. "You even shaved for this." The touch trailed down, teasing along the crease of his thigh, and Tommy jerked against the restraints, his breath coming faster. The man chuckled, the sound dark with promise. "Gag next. Open." The ball gag was slick with spit before it even touched his lips, the man pressing it into place with a thumb hooked under the strap. Tommy whined around it, the stretch of his jaw immediate, the drool already pooling under his tongue. The man patted his cheek, almost affectionate. "Better." Then, without warning, a sharp slap landed on his bare thigh—stinging, bright, just shy of too much. Tommy gasped, his body arching, and the man hummed. "Oh, you *like* that." Another slap, higher this time, and Tommy's cock twitched against his thigh, shame and want twisting together in his gut. The sting of the slap still burned on his skin when the man's fingers dug into Tommy's hips, yanking him forward until his back left the support of the sling. The sudden shift made his shoulders protest, the cuffs biting just enough to remind him they were there. A grunt escaped around the gag, muffled and wet. The man’s laugh was close, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "You’re gonna take what I give you, yeah?" Not a question. Tommy nodded anyway, his throat working around a swallow. "You gonna rush so hard pig" SLAMBOSS ordered. The first touch of the harness against his bare chest made him flinch—cold leather, stiff with newness. The man made a tsking sound as he adjusted the straps, pulling them tight enough to make Tommy’s ribs ache. "Breathe," he ordered, and Tommy did, shallow and quick, as buckles were fastened with methodical precision. The harness hugged him like a second skin now, the D-rings digging into his flesh with every expansion of his lungs. A finger hooked under one of the straps, tugging sharply. "Color?" The word was clipped, no-nonsense. Tommy forced out a garbled "Green," around the gag. The man’s hands dropped lower, palming Tommy’s cock through his briefs, and he arched into the touch with a whine. "Eager," the man mused, then yanked the fabric down in one rough motion. The air hit Tommy’s exposed skin like a shock, his cock twitching against his stomach. A thumb swiped over the head, smearing precome, and Tommy’s hips jerked uselessly in the sling’s hold. The man chuckled, stepping back just out of reach. "Not yet, pigboi." The clink of metal made Tommy’s breath hitch—the cock and ball toys, he realized, being lifted from the dresser. The man’s hands were sure as he fitted the ring around Tommy’s base, the cold steel a sharp contrast to his heated skin. Another whimper built in his throat as the man tightened it just shy of painful, then attached the weights with a satisfied grunt. "There." A slap to Tommy’s inner thigh, lighter this time, almost playful. "Now you’ll remember who owns you tonight." The weights swung heavily between Tommy’s thighs, each slight movement sending a jolt through him, the metal cool and unyielding against his overheated skin. The man’s boots creaked as he stepped back, and Tommy strained his ears, trying to track him in the darkness. A hand suddenly fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. "You’re shaking," the man observed, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Good." The grip tightened, forcing Tommy’s throat into a vulnerable arch just as something smooth and cold—the gas mask—was pressed over his nose and mouth. The straps cinched tight behind his head, the rubber sealing with a faint suction. Panic flared for a split second before the man’s thumb stroked his temple. "Breathe," he murmured, and Tommy did, the air hissing through the filters, his own exhales loud in his ears. The world narrowed to touch and sound. The man’s calloused palms dragged down Tommy’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the harness straps until they ached, then lower, tracing the divots of his hips. A finger prodded at his hole—dry, just shy of cruel—and Tommy jerked, a muffled noise escaping the gag. The man chuckled. "Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide when." He withdrew, and Tommy heard the rustle of fabric, the clink of a belt buckle. Anticipation coiled in his gut. A slick sound—lube, Tommy realized—and then two fingers pushed into him without warning, stretching him open in one ruthless thrust. He cried out, the sound trapped behind rubber and silicone, his body clamping down instinctively. The man shushed him, working his fingers deeper, crooking them just enough to make Tommy’s toes curl. "There it is," he muttered, pressing harder, and stars burst behind Tommy’s eyelids as pleasure sparked up his spine. The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving him clenching around nothing. The head of the man’s cock nudged against him, blunt and insistent. Tommy braced, but there was no slow build—just one relentless push, seating the man to the hilt in a single stroke. The gasp that tore from Tommy’s throat was ragged, his body arching against the restraints. The man stilled, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. "Fuck, you’re tight." A hand gripped Tommy’s hip, holding him in place as the man pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in. The pace was brutal from the start, each thrust jolting Tommy forward in the sling, the D-rings of the harness digging into his flesh. Tommy’s body jerked with each thrust, the sling creaking under the force, his wrists pulling against the cuffs until the metal bit into his skin. The pain was sharp, bright—a counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every snap of the man’s hips. The gas mask fogged with each ragged exhale, the filters hissing, and Tommy could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, louder than the slap of skin against skin. The man’s fingers dug into his thighs, holding him open, and Tommy could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, pooling in the hollows of the harness straps. A particularly rough thrust knocked the breath from his lungs, and the man growled, low and approving. “That’s it—take it.” His voice was gritted, strained, like he was holding back just as much as Tommy was. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, his cock twitching against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavily between his legs. The man’s hand slid up, gripping the harness straps at Tommy’s chest, using them like reins to yank him back onto each thrust. “Fuck, you look good like this,” he muttered, his breath hot against Tommy’s ear. “All trussed up and taking it.” Tommy whined around the gag, his hips canting up helplessly, trying to meet the man’s rhythm. The man chuckled, dark and knowing, and slowed his pace deliberately, drawing out each stroke until Tommy was writhing, his muffled pleas lost in the rubber of the mask. “Patience, pigboi,” the man murmured, his thumb brushing over Tommy’s bottom lip where it stretched around the gag. “You’ll get what you came for.” The sudden change in angle was brutal—the man shifted, lifting Tommy’s legs higher, and the next thrust hit *just there*, forcing a choked scream around the gag. Then, like a switch flipped, the man pulled out completely, leaving Tommy trembling and empty. The absence of the man’s cock left Tommy shuddering, his body straining against the restraints, every nerve alight with frustrated need. Then—a new sound cut through the haze: the sharp *click* of a lighter, followed by the acrid, chemical tang of smoke curling into the air. Tommy’s nostrils flared beneath the gas mask, the scent unmistakable. His breath hitched, and suddenly, the filters clogged—thick, cloying smoke flooded the tube, pouring into his mouth and nose with each desperate inhale. Panic spiked through him as his lungs seized, the smoke scorching his throat. He jerked against the cuffs, his gagged cries muffled by the mask’s rubber seal. The man’s voice, now laced with something darker, slithered into his ear: "Breathe, pigboi. You wanted my worst." A rough hand gripped the back of the mask, tilting Tommy’s head back further, forcing him to swallow the smoke as it coiled deeper into his chest. His vision swam, the edges blurring with tears, but the man didn’t relent. "That’s it—take it all." A second voice, unfamiliar and rasping with amusement, cut through the fog. "Look at him—goddamn smoke pig." Fingers, calloused and reeking of nicotine, tapped the mask’s lens. "You ready to really earn that name?" Tommy’s pulse hammered in his throat. He hadn’t known there was someone else in the room. The realization sent a fresh wave of dread—or was it excitement?—coursing through him. The sharp bite of the needle was unexpected—Tommy jerked against the restraints with a muffled yelp, the sting radiating from the base of his cock like a lit fuse. The man—no, *SLAMBOSS*—grunted, his fingers pressing hard against the injection site to stem the tiny bead of blood that welled up. "Trimix'take the edge off," he muttered, though the rough edge of his voice suggested it wouldn't be the kind of relief Tommy was used to. The drug hit fast, a slow burn spreading through his groin, his cock twitching against the steel ring as it began to swell beyond its usual limits, the weights swinging heavier between his thighs. Cold lube splashed over his balls, dripping down his perineum in thick rivulets. Tommy gasped around the gag as SLAMBOSS's fingers spread it roughly, coating every inch of his sac and the tight furl of his hole with slick, clinical precision. The man's chuckle was low, predatory. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." The words sent a jolt through Tommy’s gut, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat, the trimix turning every pulse into a slow, aching throb. The milking began without ceremony—SLAMBOSS’s fist closed around Tommy’s cock, stroking with brutal efficiency, the lube making every pull a slick, torturous slide. The trimix turned his nerves into live wires, every drag of the man’s hand sending sparks up his spine, his balls drawing up tight. The second man exhaled another plume of smoke directly into Tommy’s gas mask tube, the fumes mixing with his ragged panting. "That’s it," the stranger crooned, tapping ash onto Tommy’s bare chest. "Let it fuck you up." Tommy's orgasm coiled tight in his gut, a white-hot wire about to snap—then the cold, blunt press of the dildo breached him, spreading him wide just as SLAMBOSS's fist twisted brutally around his cock. The sensation tore a garbled scream from his throat, the gag muffling it into something pathetic and wet. His hips bucked wildly, the sling's straps creaking under his thrashing, but the man holding him didn't relent. The dildo pushed deeper, the ridges catching on his rim with each merciless inch, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take. A rubber strap slithered around his right bicep, tightening with a sudden, clinical *snap*. Tommy flinched, the pressure sharp enough to make his fingers tingle. The second man's breath was hot against his ear as he adjusted the strap, his voice rough with amusement. "Gotta keep that arm still, smoke pig. Wouldn't want you squirming out of your fun." The strap bit into his flesh, the restriction oddly grounding even as the dildo began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking him open with methodical precision. SLAMBOSS's grip on his cock shifted, his thumb pressing hard against the slit, smearing precome in tight circles. "Feel that?" he growled, the dildo hitting a spot that made Tommy's vision whiten. "That's your fucking prostate. Gonna milk it like a cow." The comparison should have been humiliating—but all Tommy could focus on was the relentless rhythm, the way his body clenched around the intruding toy, the way his cock pulsed in SLAMBOSS's fist like it was trying to fucking *beg*. The second man exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube, the acrid haze flooding Tommy's senses just as the dildo twisted inside him, pressing hard against his sweet spot. His back arched, his toes curling, and for a terrifying, exhilarating moment, he teetered on the edge—right there, *right there*—but SLAMBOSS's hand stilled abruptly, his grip turning punishing. "Nuh-uh," the man growled, his thumb digging into the slit of Tommy's cock, smearing precome in slow circles. "Not yet." The words hit Tommy before the pain did. *"You're not Tommy anymore,"* SLAMBOSS growled, his voice grinding against Tommy's eardrums like gravel. A rough hand twisted in Tommy's hair, yanking his head back until his throat strained taut. *"You're PIGBOI now. Say it."* Tommy tried to shake his head—or thought he did—but the gas mask's straps bit deeper into his skull as SLAMBOSS tightened his grip. The dildo inside him pulsed, some sadistic remote setting making it twitch against his prostate. His vision swam, the trimix turning his cock into a swollen, aching weight between his legs. *"P-Pig—"* he garbled around the gas mask, drool soaking his chin. SLAMBOSS's laugh was a dark, wet thing. *"Good start."* His other hand trailed down Tommy's chest, nails scraping over the harness straps before pinching a nipple hard enough to make Tommy jerk. *"PIGBOI doesn't think. Doesn't say no. Just takes—cocks, drugs, fists, whatever the fuck we stuff in him."* The second man—still nameless, still circling like a shark—exhaled another lungful of smoke into the mask's tube. Tommy coughed, his lungs seizing as the acrid fumes coiled deeper. *"Look at him,"* the stranger mused, tapping ash onto Tommy's heaving chest. *"Already halfway there."* SLAMBOSS's fingers dug into Tommy's jaw. *"Gonna make sure you don't come back."* He leaned in, his breath hot against Tommy's ear. *"Gonna fuck you so dumb, you'll beg for it."* The syringe glinted under the dim red light as SLAMBOSS tapped it with a fingernail, the plunger already drawn back to the 70cc mark. The liquid inside was thick, honey-colored, clinging to the glass in viscous streaks. PIGBOI’s breath hitched behind the mask, his chest rising and falling too fast—he knew what that was. Knew what it *did*. SLAMBOSS’s thumb brushed over the needle’s tip, testing its sharpness. "Last chance, pig," he murmured, though the words weren’t kind. They were a blade held to PIGBOI’s throat, a dare disguised as mercy. "You tap out now, you walk away with your pretty little brain intact." He leaned in, close enough for PIGBOI to smell the nicotine on his breath. "But once this hits your vein, you’re *mine*. Not Tommy. Not even PIGBOI. Just a fucked-out hole waiting for orders." The second man chuckled, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thigh. "Bet he’s already gone," he mused, flicking ash onto PIGBOI’s chest. "Look at him—*dripping*." SLAMBOSS’s fingers wrapped around PIGBOI’s bicep, squeezing until the vein bulged under his skin. The alcohol swab was cold, the sting of it sharp and fleeting. Then—the needle’s bite, deeper this time, sliding home with practiced ease. PIGBOI whined around the gag as SLAMBOSS depressed the plunger slowly, *so slowly*, the drug burning its way into his bloodstream like molten lead. "Count," SLAMBOSS ordered, his voice rough. PIGBOI tried. He *tried*. But the numbers dissolved before they reached his lips, his thoughts turning to sludge as the rush hit—a tidal wave of heat, of weightlessness, of *nothing*. His vision blurred at the edges, the room tilting dangerously. SLAMBOSS’s face swam above him, distorted and grinning. "Good boy," SLAMBOSS crooned, withdrawing the needle with a final, cruel twist. He pressed a thumb to the puncture, smearing the bead of blood across PIGBOI’s skin. "Now let’s see how much of you’s left." The second man stepped forward, his shadow falling over PIGBOI’s prone form. "Think he’ll remember his name?" he asked, voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI’s cheek lightly. "Doubt it." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI’s ear. "Who are you?" PIGBOI’s mouth worked uselessly around the gag, spit pooling under his tongue. The words wouldn’t come—or maybe they weren’t there at all. His thoughts slithered like eels through the thick syrup of the rush, impossible to catch. SLAMBOSS grinned, wide and predatory, and gripped the gas mask straps. With one sharp tug, the mask came free, the cold air hitting PIGBOI’s sweat-slick face like a slap. Before he could gasp, thick rubber pressed over his eyes—a hood, its interior lined with something slick, sealing tight with a *pop* as SLAMBOSS worked it down over his skull. PIGBOI whined, the sound muffled and wet, as SLAMBOSS’s fingers pried his jaw wider. The dog bone gag clicked into place, the metal frame forcing his mouth open in a permanent, drooling gape. "Better," SLAMBOSS murmured, running a thumb over PIGBOI’s bottom lip. "Now you look like what you are." The rush hit harder then, a tidal wave of heat and static crashing through PIGBOI’s veins. His cock throbbed against the steel ring, the weights swinging heavy between his thighs, but the pleasure was distant—secondary to the *emptiness*, the yawning void where his thoughts used to be. His hole clenched around nothing, greedy and open, as if begging to be filled. The rubber-gloved hand pressed into PIGBOI’s hole with no preamble, slick lube smeared in rough circles before two fingers breached him without warning. He gasped around the dog bone gag, his body jerking against the restraints as the fingers twisted inside him, spreading him open with clinical efficiency. The stretch burned—just shy of too much—but the sting was already fading under the drug haze, his body yielding like warm wax. Above him, SLAMBOSS exhaled sharply, his free hand wrapping around PIGBOI’s cock with a grip that bordered on cruel. The trimix made every nerve hypersensitive; even the callouses on SLAMBOSS’s palm felt like sandpaper as he stroked PIGBOI’s length in slow, deliberate pulls. Precome dribbled from the slit, slicking SLAMBOSS’s thumb as it swiped over the head in tight circles. PIGBOI’s hips bucked helplessly, the sling’s straps creaking under his thrashing, but the fingers inside him didn’t relent. They crooked suddenly, pressing hard against his prostate, and PIGBOI’s vision whited out for a split second, his cry muffled by the gag. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and low, his thumb rubbing punishing circles into the sensitive spot under PIGBOI’s cockhead. "Look at him," he muttered, more to the second man than to PIGBOI. "Already fucking ruined." The fingers withdrew abruptly, leaving PIGBOI clenching around nothing, his hole twitching with the ghost of their presence. SLAMBOSS’s hand on his cock didn’t stop—if anything, the pace increased, his grip tightening just shy of painful. PIGBOI’s breath hitched, his balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling in his gut like a live wire. He was close—so close—but SLAMBOSS’s thumb pressed hard against his slit, smearing precome in slow, torturous circles. "Nuh-uh," SLAMBOSS growled, his voice rough with amusement. "Not yet, pigboi." The second man’s shadow fell over PIGBOI’s prone form, his boot nudging PIGBOI’s splayed thighs wider. "Think he can take it?" he asked, his voice laced with mock concern. SLAMBOSS snorted, cuffing PIGBOI's cheek lightly. "Rule's simple, pig," he growled, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Every load I pump into this greedy hole"—his fingers twisted inside PIGBOI without warning,, wrenching a garbled cry from his throat—"you pay back. One for one." He withdrew his fingers with a wet *pop*, holding them up to the dim light, glistening. "Starting now." The cold press of lube against PIGBOI's hole came next, slick and thick, before SLAMBOSS's cockhead nudged at his rim, blunt and unrelenting. PIGBOI's breath hitched behind the hood, his body straining against the sling's straps—but there was no preparation, no easing in. SLAMBOSS sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, the impact rattling PIGBOI's teeth around the gag. "First," SLAMBOSS grunted, his hips already pistoning, each snap of his pelvis driving PIGBOI deeper into the sling's unforgiving embrace. The pace was merciless from the start, the slap of skin echoing off the padded walls. PIGBOI's cock twitched against his stomach, swollen and aching, the steel ring biting into his base as the weights swung heavily between his thighs. SLAMBOSS's hand closed around PIGBOI's length on the next downward stroke, his grip tightening just shy of painful. "Pay up, pig," he snarled, twisting his fist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit. The dual sensation—SLAMBOSS's cock hammering his prostate, his hand working PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh—threatened to unravel him instantly. PIGBOI's toes curled, his back arching, but SLAMBOSS's free hand planted firmly on his chest, pinning him down. "Not yet," he warned, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Gotta earn it." The rhythm was relentless, SLAMBOSS's hips driving forward with punishing precision, his hand matching the pace on PIGBOI's cock. Every drag of his palm sent sparks up PIGBOI's spine, every twist of his wrist pulled another broken sound from PIGBOI's gagged mouth. The drug haze made it impossible to focus—pleasure and pain blurred into one searing, all-consuming feedback loop. SLAMBOSS's breath hitched suddenly, his thrusts losing their brutal precision. His fingers dug into PIGBOI's thigh, nails biting deep as he buried himself to the root with a guttural groan. Heat flooded PIGBOI's insides, the wet pulse of SLAMBOSS's release triggering a full-body shudder. SLAMBOSS didn't stop. His grip on PIGBOI's cock tightened further, his strokes turning ruthless. "Your turn, pig," he panted, his hips still grinding shallowly, milking his own orgasm as he worked PIGBOI toward the edge. The overstimulation was excruciating—PIGBOI's cock ached, the steel ring constricting his base, the weights tugging mercilessly at his swollen sac. The second man laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing through the mess on PIGBOI's chest. "Think he'll pop just from being pumped full?" he mused, smearing SLAMBOSS's come across PIGBOI's trembling abs. SLAMBOSS's grin was all teeth. "Let's find out." He leaned in, his breath hot against PIGBOI's ear. "Gonna milk you dry, pigboi." His fist twisted brutally on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard into PIGBOI's slit—and just like that, PIGBOI was gone. White-hot pleasure detonated at the base of his spine, his vision whiting out as his cock pulsed violently in SLAMBOSS's grip. Nothing came—the ring saw to that—but the dry orgasm wracked his body all the same, his hole clamping down on SLAMBOSS's softening cock in erratic spasms. SLAMBOSS chuckled, dark and satisfied, as he finally released PIGBOI's oversensitive flesh. "One for one," he murmured, dragging his fingers through the mess on PIGBOI's stomach. "And we're just getting started."

When I fuck (and lately it happens more often than not), I tell the bottom before anything that I am poz and not on meds and that I don't pull out, and I don't do condoms. If he's okay, great. If not... next hole please! I tend to gravitate around those guys who know what they want and without too many conditions. Only one guy in recent memory asked me to pull out when cumming. And we were mid-fuck. I pulled out and I was gone. Wasn't going to let my cum go to waste on the floor.

Bill grabbed a coffee and managed to glance at the newspaper standing behind the counter. He was irritated. Both Timmy and Peter had called in sick so he had had to clean the place himself before it opened, and now he was going to have to run around making tea and cleaning up after the customers all day. He was lazy at heart and had got used to them doing the menial work as well as servicing the old trolls who had been coming in increasing numbers. He had to admit they were good for business. “Alright Bill?” One of the regulars came down the stairs, his dangling cock glistening with lube. It was a “no towels” day so everyone was naked. It looked like he had been putting his cock somewhere wet. “Can I have a cup of tea?” Bill sighed and put down the paper. “Sure, “He replied. “I’ll bring it in.” The man nodded and went off to the lounge. Bill smiled as he saw the cleft between the sagging buttocks was also wet and dripping. “Dirty old git.” He thought. He made the tea and took it in. There was a knock at the back door as he was picking up a bag to go and empty the bins upstairs. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. “Better see who it is,” He thought. It was raining outside and Mark felt thoroughly miserable. It was his first term at the local college and he’d volunteered to distribute leaflets and try and get some donations for a local charity they supported. He was 18 small, overweight and shy having never been away from home before. He’d thought this might help him make some friends but as he stood there with the rain dripping off him he felt he’d made a mistake. The door opened and a middle-aged man stood there in a grubby singlet and shorts. He scratched the heavy belly bulging beneath the singlet as he contemplated the student standing in the rain. The young man blushed as he saw the heavy bulge in the man’s shorts. “S..sorry to bother you.” He stammered. “I’m collecting for charity and wondered…” His voice tailed off as he stood there intimidated and yet drawn to this almost naked man. “Mmmm,” Thought Bill, noting the red face and downcast eyes. He’d also noticed the glance at his groin and the unconscious lick of the lips. “Could be...could be.” He smiled. “You poor thing!” He said, “You must be so cold. Why don’t you come in and I’ll see what I can do. I’m sure my regulars might want to give you something.” A vision of the lad naked made his cock swell and he saw it had been noticed. “Regulars?” The young man asked “Sure. This is a gay sauna as you’d have seen if you’d come round to the main door. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed. He didn’t want to appear in any way prejudiced. And also, he was surprised to find himself getting excited and he was soaked to the skin. “N..no.” He stammered. “That would be fine.” The man stood back and Mark squeezed past him, conscious of the heavy body and the faint smell of sweat. It was warm inside and Mark stood dripping inside the door. “I’m Bill,” said the man. “You’re cute. What’s your name?” A man appeared from a door behind the reception desk. He was in his late 60’s and stark naked. “I’m...I’m Mark” He said, ogling the nude old man who stood there unashamed and winked at him. “Well, Mark. This is our no towels day. Everyone is naked. Does that bother you?” Mark swallowed as the old man disappeared up some stairs. He was excited. And also scared. Something was going to happen and he didn’t know what. He shook his head. “Do you like seeing naked men? Does it excite you?” Mark blushed, aware now of his stubby little erection. Suddenly, Bill took off his singlet, revealing a hairy torso and fat tits. As Mark watched, he dropped his shorts and a thick, wet penis rose stiffly below his hairy belly. Before the student could react, he took him in his arms, pulling him against his naked body and mashing his mouth on his in a full on kiss. Mark squirmed, unable to resist, but he felt himself surrendering to this first gay kiss and his body hung limply in Bill’s embrace. After a while, Bill led him over to the counter. “Take off your clothes.” He said. Mark hesitated. What was happening to him? But his heart was pounding and the thought of being naked in front of a man was overwhelming. With trembling fingers he took off his soaking hoodie and tee shirt, lowered his trousers and then, with a gasp of emotion, pulled down his underwear and stood there nude. Bill took his clothes behind the counter then grabbed him in a hug. As he kissed him again Mark felt the heavy cock against his belly. In a fever of excitement he returned the kiss and pushed himself against Bill’s cock. Bill smiled to himself. Time to see if his instincts were totally correct. “It’s not just no towels day,” He whispered into Marks ear. “It’s HIV positive day. Everyone here is poz.” Mark gasped and went rigid with shock. Bill pushed his cock against the young man’s belly, fondled his little cock and hugged him tight. Mark was scared, excited, shocked and surprised all at once. This was so depraved! He was actually in a filthy sauna where men infected each other willingly. Then a thought came to him. “Are...are...you?” He whispered back. Bill chuckled. “Oh yes!” He said. He took Mark’s hand and wrapped it around his cock. “Do you like my poz cock?” He whispered. “Would you like it in you?” “Oh my God,” Thought Mark. “What am I doing?” But it felt sooo exciting, sooo dangerous. He should leave, should run from this man. But he just mewled with emotion. Bill reached under the counter and produced a small, brown bottle. He unscrewed the top and a sharp, solvent smell made Mark’s heart race. “Sniff this.” Said Bill. “It’ll help you relax” Mark took a sniff and his eyes widened as the solvent made him melt with excitement and lust. “Just a moment.” Said Bill, he went and locked the door “Come on, lover boy” He took Mark’s hand and led him over to the stairs. Naked, excited, dizzy from poppers, Mark allowed himself to be taken upstairs. At the top was a short landing with a doorway at the end. Bill opened the door and took him inside. There was a small room with two old, stained couches on which three old men sat watching a gay movie. “This is Mark,” said Bill. “He’s all yours.” Mark gasped, turning to Bill in surprise. “I thought..I mean..aren’t we..” Bill pressed the bottle to his nose . “Not yet. Customers always come first!” Mark sagged and felt himself enveloped in old, sagging flesh. They bore him over to a couch and dragged him down until he was kneeling with his rear in the air. Hands caressed him and fingers anointed his hole with something cold and slippery. He gasped at this intimate invasion and someone said: “He has a lovely bottom. So tight! Is he a virgin?” “Yep,”said Bill. “Oooh lovely. So he’s neg, then?” “Oh yes.” Bill replied. “So who’s going to be first to knock him up?” Mark went cold as he heard this exchange, but he couldn’t move and the poppers still made his heart pound. “Have a go, Arthur,”sniggered a voice. “You’re spunk’s right toxic, ain’t it?” Mark felt hands on his hips and then the blunt head of an erect cock pushing against his arsehole. He stiffened, but an old, rough voice said “Relax and let me in. Give it some more poppers someone.” More solvent coarsed through him, the blunt head pushed against him, and then his arsehole gaped and the long, thin cock slid up him and he cried out with pain and pleasure. “Yeah, that’s nice. I’m in it now.” Grunted Arthur and he began to thrust in and out of the upraised bottom. “Knock it up, Arthur.” Said Bill. “Don’t take all day.” He bent and took Marks face in his hands, kissing him and sliding his tongue into his mouth. Mark felt himself giving way to it, the questing tongue in his mouth and the thrusting cock in his backside. He couldn’t help pushing back as the old man’s thrusts became more urgent. “Oh yeah!” He grunted and his cock throbbed inside him as it spurted. “Well done!” whispered Bill. “His poz babies are swimming in you now. You’ll soon be pregnant!” He stood up and watched Arthur’s cock flop wetly out of the cute buttocks. “Let’s make sure shall we? Who’s next?”

I always prefer wearing some clothing at the onset, and if my top wants me to be completely naked, then he can slowly strip me naked before entering my pussy. I get so turned on by a top who takes my clothes off in a seductive fashion, softly telling me how gorgeous my ass is and how beautiful my pussy is.

I got up around 1am to use the bathroom and heard noises coming from Rick's bedroom. I used the bathroom then went over to his room. I peek my head passed the door frame to look in. It was Rick fucking a young kid, again around my age, 19 or so. He was a bit shorter than me and thinner. He was on all fours with his ass in the air and Rick was pumping into him. "Fuck me Daddy fuck me with your huge cock and cum in me" the kid moaned "Yeah tell Daddy what you really want" Rick said back fucking his hard "I want your POZ cum in me. Charge me Daddy with your seed. Please cum in me. Make me pregnant with your charged potent cum" he begged pushing back on Rick's hard cock. My hand was on my cock stroking it. I was so hard. Rick started to pound him hard. Fucking his ass, the slapping sound was loud, the kid just moaned. The Rick pulled out, flipped him over put his legs on his shoulders and rammed into the kid. The kid yelled out in pain and his eyes almost popped out of his head. I know the feeling. Even though he is fucking you, when Rick comes in from another position and slams into its like fucking you for the first time. My ass started to clench. I didn't know why. After a few strokes the kid started to moan again. "Tell me again what you want Daniel" Rick said WTF his name is Daniel. "Cum in me please. Shoot your POZ load in me. Make me pregnant" he moaned "You got it" Rick said back Then Rick went into overdrive and started to fuck the shit out of the kid. The kid just started to moan like crazy and panting. My cock was leaking as I stroked it. "Ahhhh here it comes Daniel" Rick yelled as he was cumming in the kid. "OHHH Daddy yes shoot in me, knock me up, I want your DNA in me." the kid yelled back The after a few seconds the kid started to shoot cum all over Rick and himself. He shot like 7-8 spurts of cum. They continued to fuck and moan and could see Rick start to come down. I walked back to my bedroom got into bed and fingered myself with two fingers and jacked off. Thinking of what I just saw. What were the odds he fucked someone with a name similar to me. I though damn that kid is lucky. I stopped thinking and just pleasured myself soon cumming all over my stomach and then licking up my fingers from my ass and cum on my stomach and chest. As I reflected more I thought why would he want HIV? What was the attraction? He wanted it so much. The thought of being knocked up stuck in my head as I fell fast asleep.

Over the next week life went on fairly mundane. Work and school were very busy. I would see the Professor stare at me or look me up and down. I would see him on the days I went in early in his tight spandex bike shorts. Rick and I sucked each other off one night and then I didn't see him for several nights. At the end of the week, I got home late and went to take a shower. As I was finishing up Rick came in. He was fully nude and his cock was hard. He came into the shower and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. "Yeah boy that's it suck Daddy's cock. You've become such a good cocksucker. Only a couple of weeks ago you were only eating pussy now you are only eating dick. Isnt that right" he said I nodded. He was right. I loved sucking his cock and tasting him. I let his mammoth meat out of my mouth and then suck and licked his balls and rubbed my face in it. I loved how he smelled and wanted that all over my face. He then stood me up bent me over and rammed his cock in me. I yelled in pain. "Shut up. This is what you have wanted right? All week, you wanted this. Tell me I'm wrong" he said as he started to fuck me. "Ohhhhhhh, yes Daddy I want this. I need your cock in me, fuck me please" I moaned pushing back on him, my ass now sucking his cock. "Fuck your pussy is pulling my cock in. You have a hungry wet pussy don't you Dan. My beautiful Dan" he said now in stride fucking me "Yes Daddy" I moaned "Yes Daddy what" he said "Yes Daddy my pussy is hungry for your cock. Yes I have a pussy and it needs your cock" I moaned pushing back to meet his thrust With that he started to pump hard into me fucking me grabbing my hips. Then he pushed me against the wall and stuck his cock deep in my guts and kept banging me. It hurt but I didn't care I wanted him in me. "I'm cumming in you boy" he yelled I pushed back on me and arched my ass out to meet his stick and felt him spasm and shoot load and load of his hot cum in me. As he did I felt again that feeling in my ass and started to cum and shoot against the wall. He kept grinding in me. He turned my head and we shared a keep kiss. He finally pulled out and I naturally turned around, dropped on my knees and cleaned off his cock covered in cum, my pussy juice and there was a little blood in the cum. As I sucked him I felt his cock spasm again but then felt a stream. What the heck it was piss. I looked up surprised and started to pull off. "Don't pull back bitch. Swallow it, don't waste a drop" he commanded I swallowed quickly as he kept pissing in my mouth. I swear he pissed half of a cup at least. When he was done he pulled out his cock stil hard. "Good boy" he said He lifted me up and kissed me deep and pushed me back against the wall. We stayed there for a few minutes kissing and holding each other. I was in heaven. Things felt right again with Rick. I know I need him. As we parted a kiss he looked at me and I looked at him. "My gorgeous young man. What's the stare" he asked I looked at him with gleeming eyes. "I think I have fallen for you. I want to be with you" I said "I know. There is so much more for you and us." he said and kissed me deeply. Happiness.

I woke up early the next morning, took a shower and got dressed. I was in the kitchen eating cereal and having coffee. "Good morning sexy" Rick said I pepped up. "Good morning" I replied smiling "You have a good sleep" he asked "Yes I did and you" I said back smiling at him "Yes I knocked out. All that fucking drained me. Your pussy felt so good." He said nuzzling up to me. We exchanged some light kisses. Then he walked away. "You decide on the PEP? Actually arent you pass the 3 days? He said I had the panic look on my face. He was right. It was a few hours passed. "Its okay. Relax" he said seeing my response. "I think you can still take it if you want and you might be ok". He said. I looked puzzled at him. "It is up to you. I will still be here whatever you decide" he said I looked at the clock and I had to get into the office to finish some stuff for work. "I'm late I have to go" I said I went to my room, grabbed my stuff, grabbed the PEP and got in my car and drove. I was confused and did not know what to do. I grabbed the pill bottle opened it up and took a pill. I figure it would buy me more time. If I didn't take it now, I wouldn't have any options. After taking it I started to calm down. I parked my car and turned off the ignition. I paused and started to think about what I just did. I felt good and safe that I took it but I was still worried that I was on the cusp or a bit outside the 72 hours. I also felt a little regret in what Rick would think about me. Would he still like me? Would he still want to have sex with me? I started to get a little worried that he wouldn't want me anymore. I looked at my watch and I needed to get to work so I snapped out of it and started walking to the office. I walked into the office at 7:30am and Professor Post and the office secretary were both in. I went to my desk and started to go through my emails. Professor Post walked over to my desk area. It was in the corner and I sat with my back to the wall. There was a filing cabinet that acted like a partial wall at the entrance way into the desk so people from the office couldn't see directly in. He stood there in his tight spandex biking shorts and his biking shirt. When I turned again his crotch was at eye level and his cock was rock hard like he was jacking off and there was a small wet spot of precum the size of a quarter at the head of his cock. Again I could see like a ring near his cock head. "Hello Dan, I like to see you are always here early and dedicated to the department" the Professor said I looked towards his cock then up to his face. He saw me look and smiled. "Thank you Professor. I enjoy working here." I said "I wanted to see how you were doing with our field trip to the other side of town" he asked "It is going good as I have some of the sites you mentioned for the tour and glad you brought it up" he said. I turned away and read my notes then looked back towards his. He moved closer and now was about two feet away from me. I could smell his musty scent. It was strong. My eye skimmed his crotch area of his still hard cock then looked up at him. He was looking down smiling seeing me take a peek. I tried to carry on. "You mentioned a place the One Red Association. I had difficulty finding a contact informatoin for that. Also what kind of place is it?" I asked "It is a play space and gallery" he said "You mean like games and art" I asked "No not really. It is an alternative place space and community meeting space. I will send you the contact information" he said His smell was now encompassing me. As I was in the back area and there were cabinets around me ventilation was not strong back here. I was starting to get lightheaded. "Ok thank you" I said slowly "You ok Dan" he said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Yes its just getting a little stuffy back here" I said "Just breathe. Take some deep breathes" he said moving in closer. Now he was about a foot from me with cock now rock hard clearly pushing out of his tight spandex shorts. He saw me look again. "Sorry it has a mind of its own" he said laughing. His scent was strong. I started to get aroused by it. "Yours too" he said looking down. My cock was getting hard and pushing though my running shorts which had ridden up my thigh. I forgot I had a fan below my desk and turned it on high and pointed upward. The smell cleared out. The secretary asked if we ready to go to the department meeting. The Professor replied for both us and said he had to go and change his clothes. He walked away and I got back to my emails. Everyone except me and the Professor had gone to the meeting. I grabbed my stuff to go to the conference room for our meeting and as I walked passed the Professor's office I saw him changing clothes. He just finished putting on a jock strap that was sheer and could see his huge cock with what looked like a metal ring. I paused then started to walk away as he turned. I rushed out of the office to the meeting. My cock throbbed. What was going on with me???

He picked up my legs, placed it on his shoulders and pressed into me once again. This time he slid his huge meat in me. It still hurt and he took his time but it seemed easier and started to feel pleasurable. I let out a moan as he pushed into my depths. "Ohhh babe your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Its milking me again" he said looking at me. I stared back at him moaning, wanting. "Yeah baby just let me fuck your pussy and make you feel good. You enjoying it" he said "Ohhh yes please...." I moaned. I couldnt muster up the words, my ass and going area were feeling so good. "Please what baby" he said kissing me "Please fuck me" I begged moaning loudly Wtih that he started to ram in me. I felt him ripped into my second hole. I winced as he pushed in and ripped his cock back out. He kept working my prostate and it made my cock bob and leak. He started to lick my feet and suck my toes which sent chils thru my feet and made them tingle. I pushed my feet into his mouth and now he was sucking and soft biting them. I moaned louder. "Ohhh fuck here if cums Dan. I'm cumming in your pussy" he moaned and I felt his cock swell and squirt his jism into me. I felt a deep swell in my ass and then thru the base of my cock and shot spurts of the remaining cum in my balls. Rick saw it and started to focus short strokes on my prostate driving me crazy and moaning. More cum leaked out. He leaned down and kissed me deeply. I could feel all his cum churning in me and pushing in me deeper. It felt wonderful, comforting, sensual. I was in heaven.

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We need more of the chubby poz daddy again! Hehe 😈

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I love sling sex. I like how you become an offering or prey. Strapped in and geared up and there for use. I was pozzed in a sling. Dispensed of my everyday look, rubbered up in a fucksuit and used and eventually converted. It felt like a ritual.

Also The Show Palace and the Big Top. Damn there were several There was a play recently about the Adonis. It was at Paddles. Naked actors simulated sex! Kinda hot to remember it all!