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I am a stocky guy with an average cock, but one superiorly hungry arse. Not so lucky on getting action on the home front but travel occasionally for work and like to try my luck being fresh meat at new locations to get my fill of cock and seed. I live in Melbourne and had to go to Sydney for 3 days and 2 nights with work last week and was hoping I would get my fill whilst there. I made sure my various apps had me available for loads after work. I flew up in the morning and straight to the office. It was a normal day, but I was a bit disappointed I wasn’t getting any hits from guys wanting to drop by my hotel after work to seed me. David, one of the new senior management guys was also there from another office that I had never met before, and he was a little distracting. Six foot tall, obviously gym fit and built. Filled out his suit beautifully. Blonde hair which I have a weakness for and clearly evidence of blonde hairy chest through his open neck section of his business shirt. A million light years out of my league, so although he was super-hot, it never occurred to me to fantasize about him that much. But he was super polite which was nice. Well 5pm came around and the hotel they had me at was just around the corner from work and as luck had it the lift access to the rooms only required a key card after 11pm. So, I thought to myself, great, I have until 11pm to get as many random loads as possible. I cleaned up, cleaned out and chucked on a pair of jocks and did something I had never done before. On one of the apps, I put my location and room number with “Knock, count to 10, then come in make a deposit and leave”. I had been off PreP for a month now and I knew it was risky, but the pig tattoo on my arse was making the decisions now. I decided to put on a sleep mask as a blindfold and not see any (if any lol) of the men attached to the cocks and loads that I was hoping to take. I quickly slide my nine-inch dildo in and out for a bit to loosen up so guys could slide right in and deposit and leave. I had no idea of the sizes and had made that mistake before. It was about 1hr before the first tap at the door (so estimating it was about 6:30pm). The lights were off, and I assumed the position on the bed and sure enough after about 10 seconds I hear the guy walk in. A few groans came from him as I could hear him undo his pants, but not a word said. I felt the tell-tale slap of his cock on my crack. Even soft it felt like a good eight inches. I had put some lube near my legs, and I felt him squirt some on my arse and crack and then slowly rub his hardening cock up and down my crack. Then in one slow but constant motion his cock slide right into the hilt (thank god I “stretched”). Slow at first and then within a few minutes the tell-tale speed up and then bottoming out and clearly audible groans and moans. He was breeding me fast and deep. Just the way I like it. I was not after marathon fucks tonight. The faster they were, the more I could get. I hear him doing up his trousers and then feel something at my hand as he placed a note in my hand. A few seconds later he was gone. I was about to look at the note but as he left I hear another mans voice simply say “hey”. Load two was already here. Within about 30 seconds I felt what must have been the hand of a labourer as his fingers felt rough, tracing the outline of my arse. Then a few small slaps and then a finger slid into my cummy hole and a quick “hell yeah”. No sooner was his finger out of me I felt what must have been a beer can thick cock slide right in. Not as long as the other, but what it lacked in length it made up for in width. But I was naturally lubed now so he was sliding in nicely. He was a little more verbal which turned me on and made me wank myself as he fucked me. A couple of “take this” comments and then out of nowhere, “the wife isn’t as wet and tight as this”. A minute later and a final deep thrust and it was some of the loudest grunting and groaning I had heard as he flooded my insides with another load. Balls deep I could actually feel the pulsing and swelling as he shot his babies in me. Then just “take them all, take all my kids you slut”. He stayed in me for about a minute before going soft and plopping out and then a slap on my arse and a “thanks” as he did up his pants and I heard the door close behind him. My arse was far from satisfied, so I was hoping for a lot more yet. But I took the break to quickly remove the mask and look at the note. It was a handwritten note which intrigued me as he must have written it before coming. “If I leave this note, it is because you turn me on and have a sweet arse. I must go to dinner but will be back exactly at 11pm. Don’t worry, I can get up the lift. Hope you are so full of seed; it is dripping down your legs by then. Be ready for my babies at 11.” I was so turned on I was rock hard and wanking myself before being interrupted by another knock. I assumed the position again. Over the next two hours I proceeded to be fucked and bred by a new guy every 30 minutes or so. I took another six loads. As the sixth guy was feeling my arse and by this time cum was dripping down my leg, he said “damn, I’m texting a mate. This is so wet and lose we could both do you – keep your blind fold on”. There was the telltale sound of a few texts as he slowly fingered me with his free hand. Then he pulled his finger out and I felt him crawl on the bed next to me. “he is only 5mins away” and then started to kiss me. He had a beard and smokers’ breath which just drove me wild. He just laid there and kissed me until his mate turned up. There was some back and forth between the two of them before he almost lifted me up and pulled me over him to straddle him and his cock and I slammed right down on his cock. I was loose and wet at this point, so I barely felt him go in. He started kissing me again before I felt his mate’s cock at my already filled hole. And a “let’s see just how lose he is” as he pushes his way in alongside his mate’s cock. There was a slight pain as he did, but then just a feeling of being full which felt great. It did however cause a lot of cum to start leaking out around their cocks which just seemed to turn them on even more. The guy on the end of the bed then started piston fucking me alongside his mate’s cock which stayed rock hard and still as he continued to kiss me. Soon his mate said, “Fuck I can’t hold off anymore, it’s just to silky and wet” and then a loud grunt as I feel a warmth enveloping his and his mate’s cocks. His mate stops kissing me and says, “take our babies for us”. And with just a few gentle thrusts I feel his cock swell and unload a massive load while his mate was still inside me. The guy under me rolls me off him and kisses me and says, “no need to thank us” and in minutes they are both gone. It's now 10:30pm and I remember the note. There is cum all down the inside of my thighs, and some is already drying up on me. I look like a used whore. Then at 11pm on the dot the knocks at the door again and I am back in position. I believe it is the first fuck of the night coming back and this time I hear the door lock behind him. Clearly, he intends on this being us time. As before he doesn’t say a word, but this time is slower, and he takes a few minutes to explore my stocky body. I hear what seems to be him totally undressing this time and feel him get on to the bed next to me. Again, I sell cigarette smoke on his body and then feel his breath on my face. Then his lips touch mine. He has a trimmed beard or goatee at least and I feel his tongue enter my mouth passionately as he kisses me with the blindfold still on. His kisses are like those of a lover not a horny teenager and I am in heaven. The sensation whilst being blind folded is intoxicating. He then moves under me, and I am straddling him with his rock-hard cock now at my arse entrance. I put my hands on his chest to stabilise myself and he has that soft furry hair all over his chest. I can feel cum dripping out of my arse on to his cock as he now slides in nice and slowly. He fucks me this way whilst kissing me for about ten minutes before he bottoms out and I hear his grunting and groaning again and feel the last load of the night coat my insides. Another kiss and he is up and getting dressed. Before he leaves another note is left in my hand. After the door closes, I take the blind fold off, and it reads “thank you. I don’t know about any of the other guys, but you took two very toxic loads off me tonight. You are hot and I’d like to make you mine. If this doesn’t bother you, when you leave for work tomorrow morning, leave here with your collar turned up. I’ll see it and I’ll know this is what you want and find you”. I have a flood of emotions as I have no idea what this guy looks like and I wasn’t chasing. But I quickly decide this is what I want. I don’t clean out and I fall asleep in cum stained sheets and 8 loads in me and two of them toxic – I just don’t care. The taste of his lips had to be a good indication of what kind of guy he was. I get up the next morning and as I leave for work I turn my collar up as instructed. I am both intrigued and turned on by the whole night and think to myself I still have another night left. Do I advertise the same again tonight, or will this guy get in touch again before then? I wonder as I walk to the office. Completely forgetting about my collar, I walk in to work and there is David talking to one of the other managers in an office with glass walls. He glances over and with a smile of recognition he waves as I walk by. I start setting up at a desk and David walks up to me and shakes my hand. The says “your collar is up mate” as he slowly turns it down for me. “Are you trying to make a statement or something?” and he smiles and winks. Then says, “I like the statement it makes. Let’s do lunch”. To be continued…

I walked through the airport, feeling Adrian's cum dripping out of my ass. I made it through security and found my gate. Adrian was nowhere to be seen. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a woman told me that it looks like I may have sat in something. My face went beet red, knowing exactly what it was. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and noticed that there was a small wet circle in my shorts. Adrian's cum had seeped out my ass and made a wet spot. It was very noticeable against the fabric. I wiped my ass, trying to clean up any cum that had leaked out, and then went back to the gate. Since I had nothing to change into, I had no alternatives other than to keep wearing the shorts with the cum stain on the back. I'm sure I was a sight to see with a hickey's on my neck and cum stains on my shorts. My cock went rock hard thinking about this. I sat back at the gate, finding a spot to sit down and hide the stain on my shorts. I got a text message on my phone. I pulled it out to see it was from "Daddy". I opened it and read it. "You look like such a whore. I can see the cum stain on your shorts" . I looked around to try and find where he was, because obviously he was close. I saw him sitting against the windows, 4 rows over from where I was sitting. I didn't know what to say back and just ignored it. I got another text, and looked down to see it was from my girlfriend. "Can't wait to see you babe!". I felt so bad, knowing that I was about to break her heart. I texted back, "Me too. Think we need to talk when I get there". She responded, asking what was up. I ignored her and boarded the plane a short time later. I was sitting toward the back of the plane, hoping to catch a glimpse of Adrian, secretly hoping but not hoping he would be sitting close to me. I saw him sit up in business class, and my hopes were dashed. Of course hes in business class I thought to myself. The plane took off and we arrived several hours later. My ass felt wet the whole time, and I just knew the 3 loads marinating in me were still leaking out. When we landed, I got a text from "Daddy". All it said was "let me know when you're ready". I responded with a "yes sir". I met my girlfriend at the curbside pickup. When I got into the car she immediately saw the hickey's on my neck and told me I was a fucking piece of shit, and that she knew I had cheated on her. "I guess I know what you wanted to talk about, we are fucking done get the fuck out of my car. I hope one night with a whore was worth losing me!!". I looked over to see her crying. Little did she know that I was in fact the whore, and I had been dicked down the night before by a big cock. I got out of the car, and sat on the sidewalk with my two suitcases as she sped off. "That went suprisingly well", I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone, and for some reason I had butterflies in my stomach and my hand shook as I text "Daddy". All I said was "It's over sir". He responded and asked where I was, and that he would be pulling up soon in a black Jeep. No more than a few minutes later did Adrian pull up in his Jeep. My stomach fluttered in anticipiation as to what was about to happen. This was completely uncharted territory for me, and I was nervous about what the next step was going to bring. I loaded my stuff into his Jeep, and sat in the front seat as he drove off. Adrian rubbed his big hand up my thigh, inside my shorts, stroking my hard cock. "You did such a good job today fuck slut. Daddy's so fucking proud you did the right thing. I'm in charge of you now. Your life is about to fucking change. A few rules. You do everything I say, no limits, and you call me Sir or Daddy from now on. Is that clear?", he firmly asked. "Yes.. Sir", I responded. We kept driving down the interstate, mostly in silence, as I did not know what to say our do. Adrian grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch. I started rubbing at his now hardening cock, and before long it was rock hard. I needed this cock in my ass. Adrian kept his hand on my thigh, moving it up and down close to my cock. They way he rubbed my leg reminded me of the way I used to rub my girlfriends leg when we were in the car. We passed the exit to go toward my school, where I thought Adrian was taking me. "Uh..um..Sir..I think you missed the exit to my school". Adrian responded, not even looking at me "We ain't going to your school". My heart skipped a beat, and it felt like I had a frog in my throat. Thank god today was only Saturday, and classes don't start until Monday, I thought to myself. Buys me a little extra time to deal with whatever Adrian's gonna put me through. We kept driving for a short time, before pulling up to a modest house in the suburbs. Adrian pulled into the garage and lowered the door down behind us. "Get the fuck out of the car, leave your shit in here, you won't be needing it". We both got out of the car and walked into the house. As we stood in the entryway Adrian snapped at me "Get your fucking clothes off. From now on when you're in this house your naked or in a jock, and since you don't have any jocks right now looks like you're gonna be naked". I stood there, thinking that I had gotten myself in over my head. I felt a slap to my face, and I saw red and white lights. "WE DON'T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY!!", Adrian yelled. I got myself together and started to strip out of my shorts and shirt. Adrian told me to take my sneakers off, but to leave my tube socks on. He told me to fucking kneel in front of him, and I complied, not wanting to get hit again. "Wait the fuck here", Adrian told me, has he disappeared back into the house. At this point I knew I probably shouldn't be here, and worried about what was going to happen to me. I realized that nobody even knew where I was. Adrian returned, carrying several items with him. The first thing that I saw was a large ball with two bands that came out of it, with clasps on each end. The ball had marks all over it, which I later realized were teeth marks from other people. This gag had obviously seen some shit. "Open your mouth, I'm gonna gag you so we don't bother the neighbors". Adrian pulled the ball tight in my mouth, and secured the strap firmly around my head. My jaw was immediately sore, and I started leaking saliva out of the corners of my mouth. It was so fucking uncomfortable, but all I could do was whimper into the gag. Next Adrian put a strap around my neck and secured it. I quickly realized that he had put a black leather collar around me neck. "Look at my fucking prize. You don't know what you just fucking signed up for, fag boy. You look so fucking innocent right now". I felt Adrian grab the ring on my collar and drag me down the hallway. My rock hard cock was bouncing in front of me. "How the fuck could I be hard in a moment like this?", I thought to myself. I was scared shitless. Adrian drug me through his master bedroom and into a big master bathroom attached to the bedroom. "Daddy's gonna teach you how to prep that pussy to be fucked. I expect you to have this pussy prepped everytime you come over to be fucked and bred". He turned on the shower, and I saw some contraption with a long hose hanging from the shower head. "Getting in the fucking shower!" Adrian snapped, and I quickly obeyed, stripping off my socks and getting in. Adrian spanked my ass as I walked by. Once in the shower Adrian shoved the hose up my ass, and turned a nozzle that started filling my ass with water. He filled it so full I felt like my stomach was going to explode. "Hold that water in there until I fucking tell you to let it out. If you dump it early you're gonna be really fucking sorry". My stomach started to cramp, and it was so fucking uncomfortable. Right before I felt like I was going to lose control, Adrian let me push it all out. He repeated his process several times. "You keep doing this shit until that waters clear. That means that boy pussy is ready to be fucked". I nodded my head, signalling I understood. Adrian yanked me out of the shower and dried me off. With the ball gag still in my mouth, he told me to put my fuck socks back on because he likes them on when he fucks me. Saliva was still dripping out of the corners of my mouth and my jaw was so fucking sore. I was led to the bedroom and bent over the side of the bed with my face down in the mattress. My feet were on the floor with my ass sticking up in the air. "Don't fucking move". I heard Adrian walking away and then shortly later, walking back. He picked up my head by the hair and the room suddenly went dark. Adrian had put a hood over my head, that left my mouth exposed. I then felt Adrian secure my wrists behind my back, with what felt like leather bands on my wrists that were clipped together. Scared to move, I held that position as Adrian moved around the room. I could feel the air moving around me from him and his feet walking on the floor. I felt so fucking vulnerable, in this guys house, blinded by a hood, gagged, and my hands behind my back. After what felt like several minutes, but was probably not actually that long, I felt Adrian standing behind me again. All I could hear was his breathing. Suddenly there was a loud "crack" in the room, as something hit my ass cheeks. Whatever it was hurt like hell and caused my ass cheeks to burn. "Daddy likes to remind his boys whos in charge. I want to give you a taste of what to expect if you every disobey me or let me down. I'm gonna give this ass 10 spanks with my paddle before I fuck another poz load into you". I groaned, but bit into the gag trying to stay strong. He started paddling my ass again, and every strike stung more and more. It hurt so fucking bad. Tears were running down my cheeks into the bed. I counted out 10 strikes in my head, and hoped this was finally over. I felt what I assumed was the paddle fall on the bed next to me. I could feel Adrian moving behind me again before I felt the dull object pushing at my ass hole. I heard him spit onto my ass crack before he started pushing his big cock into me, using only his spit as lube. "Just my spit is all this ass should need to take this cock boy. Get used to this". He slowly sunk his cock into me before I felt the familiar scatching at my ass cheeks from his pubic hair, meaning he was balls deep. My ass was sore from my cherry being broken the night before, but this time the pain turned to pleasure much quicker. I realized how much I was really starting to like having this cock in my ass. "Fuck this pussy. Fucking fag. Give me this fucking ass. I'm gonna ruin this ass. Gonna knock you up" . Adrian had grabbed my hips and was deep fucking me. All I could do was whimper into the gag, the cock felt so good. I felt myself pushing back onto his cock, trying to get more. "Fucking fag likes this big fucking cock". I felt Adrian tense up, and a few seconds later he was unloading another poz load up my ass. "Uhhh...take that dirty load", he yelled out as he slammed his cock in and out of my, seeding my ass with his poz cum. It surprised me how ok with this I was. He pulled out, leaving my ass gaping, before pulling my collar. "Get this fucking hog cleaned up". I got to my knees and cleaned up his cock, licking all my juices and his cum off. "We gotta work on that mouth boy. You need to learn how to take a cock up that mouth properly". The hood was suddenly pulled from my head and I was blinded by the light in the room. I was happy to see again, even if I was still gagged and my hands restrained. I was drug by the collar out to the living room, where Adrian sat down on the couch. He spread his legs and he told me to "get down there, time for a lesson". I felt him unlatch the ball gag and he took it from my mouth and dropped in on the floor next to me. For the next two hours, Adrian watched TV and smoked a cigar, while coaching me on how to work his cock in my mouth. He would grab head and work it up and down while I sputtered and gagged. Before long my face, chest, and his cock were full of my slobber. He held my head in place while he fucked my mouth like a piston. "Suck that big fucking cock you faggot. Look at you little white bitch gaggin on that big cock. Fucking worthless slut". I was slapped in the face every time I did something that Adrian didn't like. Slowly, over time, I was able to get more and more cock into my mouth before I was finally able to deep throat his full cock. Everytime Adrain was getting close to blowing a load, he would pull me off his cock until he was backed down enough for me to start sucking again. "Gotta save that cum for your pussy. Daddy still has to get you pregnant". Deepthroating his cock really seemed to make Adrian happy with me. "Thats how that mouth is supposed to be used. Just think yesterday you thought you liked fucking women, now both of your holes have been converted to please my cock. And all my friends cocks." Friends cocks? "What the fuck" I thought to myself. Seeing the apprehension in my face, Adrian told me "yeah thats right. I'm gonna share you with all my friends. We are gonna get these holes used". I wasn't sure if I was looking forward to this or scared shitless, but what choice did I have? Adrian pulled me into the bedroom and fucked me two more times, putting two more poz loads in my ass. Before going to sleep, Adrian opened a drawer and pulled something that looked like a large tear drop out. "This is gonna plug that boy ass. We gotta keep that cum in there so it can marinate over night and let my poz swimmers work their magic." He shoved the large plug up my ass, big enough to make me feel full, but not hurt. Adrian unhooked my wrists, which had been behind my back for the last few hours. My shoulders hurt like hell has the blood rushed back into them. "Get in the fucking bed fag". I laid next to Adrian, and he was the big spoon to my little spoon. It was crazy how a man who could be beating my ass and calling me a faggot one second, seemed to flip a switch and have a soft spot for me the next. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all under that tough guy attitude.

"Guess who's downstairs?" I said. "Cousin Martin. He has a message for you, apparently." The old man ignored me, sliding happily in and out of Peter's arsehole and obviously set on working to a climax. Peter gave a low moan of pleasure and sagged over the sofa. "Be there in a minute!" He gasped, licking his lips with pleasure. I grinned and left them to it. Downstairs was getting busier. The doorbell rang, but there was no sign of Bill. I let the customer in, gave him a key then went into the sitting room. As I expected, Bill was there with Martin. The lad was lying back on an old sofa with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. Bill was kneeling between his legs fondling his small dick which was stiff and wet. Martin's face was flushed and sweaty , and he was inhaling a bottle of poppers like it was nectar. "Ahh, there you are." Said Bill. "Martin here is just relaxing, aren't you Martin?" There was just a groan in reply and I realised the poor thing was flying on poppers and out of it. Bill gave me an evil grin. "I think it might be nice to show Martin around as Peter is busy, shall we?" I helped the lad off with his tee shirt. Bill helped him to his feet and he stumbled out of his trousers and pants. His body was smooth and rather rubbery with a floppy belly over his tiny cock with its fuzz of ginger hair. He smiled vaguely at me and his face and chest were flushed red from the poppers. "This way, Martin." Said Bill "Come and see our nice basement." I could tell Bill was really excited. His cock was stiff and drooling as we took Martin by the arms and guided him over to the basement steps. Bill grabbed a torch and we wet down. It was hot, smelly and pitch black, but we could sense other bodies in the space around us. Bill flicked on the torch and we saw there were at least half a dozen men. They were real denizens, older, pozzed and depraved. An old man was bent over the couch in the corner being fucked by another man with sagging buttocks and veiny legs. "Oh my!" Martin's eyes went wide and his expression was a comical mixture of surprise, horror and curiosity. Gently, Bill held the bottle to his nose and Martin sagged against me as the poppers did their work. The men weren't bothered about the torchlight. Several turned to look at us, and I saw them nudge each other and indicate Martin's body. From somewhere, Bill produced a tube of lube. He smeared a dollop on his finger and began to rub it between Martin's ample buttocks. "Wha... what are you doing?" He slurred as I parted his buttocks so Bill could lube him up. "Just a little lube, Martin. Doesn't that feel nice? His finger was flicking in and out and Martin groaned in surprise. "oooh!" He said " Feels good!" Bill raised an eye and indicated the couch. "I think it's time we got Martin here pregnant, don't you? He whispered. I nodded in agreement. We eased him forward and the little group of trolls parted to let us to the couch. Gently, Bill pushed Martin face down so he was bent over the slimey plastic. He told him to rest his head on his arms, gave him more poppers and stroked his head. "Who wants to be first?" He said. Beside us, the man fucking the other troll stopped and pulled out his cock. He was probably in his fifties, but looked older with a pot belly and spindly legs. A faded biohazard tattoo adorned his belly. He grasped his cock in his veiny fist. It was drooling cum and slick with lube. "Don't mind if I do!" He grinned. He got behing the upraised bottom, positioned his cock and began to push it into Martin's arse. "Oww!" He cried and began to struggle. Bill held his shoulders down as I opened the bottle and put the poppers under his nose "Easy! " Said Bill. " Just relax and let him fuck you" He stroked Martin's head. The poppers took effect and I heard Martin gasp as his body relaxed. The man grunted with satisfaction, pushed forward and sank his cock into the young body. He began to thrust gently in and out. Martin's gasps of pain turned to sobs of pleasure as he lay there being sodomised for the first time. The man's thrusts became more urgent and he announced he was going to come. "You poz, I take it?" Said Bill. "Oh yeah, gasped the man. "Really toxic" Martin heard the exchange and said "N..noo...wait" but he made no move to get up as the other trolls clustered round and stroked his body. The man gave a great grunt of release and thrust hard into Martin, his sagging buttocks quivering as he spurted. "There, there Martin." Said Bill as he bent and kissed his cheek. " It's in you now, Why not be a good little pig and let these other gentlemen have their turn?" With that we left him there as a second man got into position... "

Quick hookup with a 23 yr that hit me up on the apps, I was in between meetings so I met him at his place, waited for me naked when he opened the door for me, stunning swimmer body, great cock, 8" and nicely thick! Yummy! we started kissing as he was undressing me, he was a passionate kisser as he was undressing me, touching my body everywhere until reaching my hole which was moist from the morning loads I took and puffy from all it took yesterday. He just looked at me and grinned. I dropped to my knees, took his cock in my mouth as he started fucking my face and I held his ass firm getting him to shove it all the way till my nose was buried in his soft blond pubes. The he pulled out, lifted me back up and we went to the living room, he sat on the sofa and I continued sucking him and licking his balls, making my way to his hole till I got the signal to continue when he lifted his legs and presented a beautiful pink tight hole. i went to work and rimmed him like it was my last meal on earth and he was moaning so hard as I was tongue fucking him deep. Fuck he tasted so good! That got me super horny so I just climbed on top of him and sat on his rock hard cock, no lube, just little spit and my wet hole took him all the way to the root in one move. We were both groaning and that move switched on his primal side and he started fucking me hard! Pumping my hole in and out as I was matching his pace riding him. it was such a good fuck and he was hitting all the right spots till he got me to cum handsfree, causing my hole to tighten and milk him till he shot a HUGE load in me! we were both panting and kissing as I felt his cock go down and flopped out of my sloppy hole so I started licking my cum from his body and cleaning his cock from the cum residue he left in me and the loads I had in me mixed with my ass juices. I was still horny so I went back to his hole and rimmed him some more cause he was tasting so good and fresh and was opening up so nicely for my tongue so I went for it and added a finger, then two and he was still moaning. I decided to take my chance and got up to kiss him and lined my cock on his hole and started poking, he was moaning into my mouth and held my back so I took it as a sign and started pushing in, slowly till my big cockhead was in him. He gasped a bit and I gave him some time to adjust till he started signaling me push further in, I rocked my cock gently in and out till I had my 8" in him all the way, he was moaning and shaking with the pleasure and I started to pick up my pace. Soon after I was fully fucking him hard, and he was begging me to breed him as he held my ass and played with my hole till I was getting close and pumped my load in him and collapsed on top of him as we were making out. we were both covered in sweat and having that amazing post orgasmic feeling for a while till we had to get up and have a quick shower together. That was fun and now I can continue my meetings for the day and perhaps hunt for more loads. Oink!

I stared at them in disbelief “You can’t be serious” I said though the idea already had me half hard. “We can be and we are” Cal said “We don’t think you realize the potential of your own idea. The reason the R Party is so successful getting people to hate people with HIV is because they ‘Other’ them” “It’s not us good wholesome people who have this disease it’s those other people, why should we help them?” he continued making air quotes “What if we can change that?” Sal asked “What if we can spread it so far in the R party that they have to support AIDS research because they have to save themselves? I know you want to go after the hidden gays in the party but when they fall the Party will just out them and “Other” them right along with the rest of us. We don't need to get the gat ones. We need to get the straight ones!" “How would we do that?” I asked rock hard now “You have never been a part of the Party or seen the PARTIES they throw. You have never seen so many people stoned out of their minds so badly you could fuck them and they would not even know the next day. Three poz boys could infect hundreds in just a few years and anyone who does remember will keep quiet because you know how folks in the R party like to blame the victim” “You working on Dad’s campaign and being your father’s son will get your foot in the door. You being young and rich will do the rest, You will get invited to every party in the state just so they can see if they can rip you off and siphon some of that money away. We already get invited for pretty much the same reason” Cal continued “They invite you to try to get your Dad’s money?” I asked confused “It’s not Dad’s money” they said in unison “It’s ours” “Our grandfather did pretty much the same thing yours did” Cal said “Dad has to be very careful about using our money it has to be well invested and it has to make good returns. He invested some in his own company and he has had to take out loans to make sure that money earns us enough to justify it otherwise there will be an investigation. He’s actually breaking the rules and the lawyer who is supposed to be protecting us slipped up and let him. Dad doesn’t know we know any of this but he’s nice to us just in case we ever find out. That's why we get away with so much. We could shut him down and maybe even put him in jail if we wanted” “How did you find out?: I asked “When we turned 18 we were contacted by a second lawyer Grandpa had retained without telling Dad to make sure that we found out everything incase Dad got to the first lawyer which he did. He helped us confront the first lawyer who fessed up but claims it was a mistake. The good thing is Dad only had access to about 10% of our money so even if he looses it all it won’t hurt that much” they explained “So basically you could destroy your Dad at any time?” I asked Sal looked pained “We would rather not openly do it ourselves so you are doing us a favor with your current plan” he said I nodded “Amy way.” Sal said “We know the party scene. We know who would be most effective to infect and we know what their distractions of choice are. Like we said we want in, The thought of giving those pompous, self righteous bastards what they deserve along with breeding some fine straight boy asses is just too good to resist” “So when do you want us to infect you?” I asked “Is tonight to soon?” Cal asked They followed us home and soon we were all naked in my king sized bed The twins had smooth bodies and… well… twin sized eight inch cocks so alike you could not tell them apart Sal took off his glasses which was the only way I knew which was which “I want to watch John fuck you each first I said and with their permission I set up the camera John was still very thin and obviously sick though he looked leaps and bounds better than four months ago. It was so hot to watch these two beautiful blond boys service him one sucking his cock and the other sucking those huge virus producing balls of his as he moaned “Worship that AIDS cock boys suck those balls that are full of virus to infect your pretty neg holes” He laid one f the twins on his back and slid on top of him while the other got on the bed on hands and knees and John’s bony fingers rammed up his ass twisting and tearing his hole as he made out with his brother rubbing their cocks together After about 10 minutes of rough fingering now with four fingers in and twisting the twins switched places this time John raised the legs to his shoulders and sank that death stick directly into the abused hole while he give his brother the same finger treatment John began to slide in and out of the twin beneath him fucking with a steady motion and I watched whichever twin it was as his face took on a look of pure bliss. “John just might be the best top in the world” I thought “Im a lucky boy” “It’s time Boy” John said “Time for my nasty charged cum to change your life. Cum for me as you accept my gift of HIV” the twin groaned and shot without touching himself, the spasming of his hole sending John over the edge, making his cock twitch and spew virus and cum deep inside the willing vessel They lay kissing as they both caught their breath and then John pulled out, still rock hard and mouthed the other twin from behind taking his raw hole in one stroke as I took his place between the first twins legs slamming my ten inches of highly infectious meat in balls deep. I heard John whispering his evil words in his new victims ear as we both slid in and out of perfectly alike asses “I just gave your brother my HIV boy and now it’s your turn. My big death shaft feels so good in your pretty neg boy hole’ I’m going to take that from you, that negative status just like I took it from your brother. You will both be mine for the rest of your lives because it will be my virus raging through your veins. You were both born for no other purpose than to be living testaments to the power of my virus and my cock and I’m giving that virus to you NOW!” he growled That may be the only time in history four orgasms happen at the exact same instant in the same bed as We both bred our twins and our twins shot maybe their last truly neg loads. John and I switched places though he and the first twin just made out as I made quick work of adding my highly toxic load to his brother then we all collapsed and fell asleep walking in a tangled mass of arms and legs about noon. We fucked for the next couple days and I got some nice tapes of the twins fucking each other. All and all It was one of the best weekends of my life The twins were regular visitors and fuck buddies from then on even after they tested poz three months later and remain out best friends to this day. Dad’s story hit the papers right on time and he lost the primary in a landslide which started a long decline for him. The last I heard he was living in a trailer park down in Florida on welfare and using every public service available. He was lucky the R Party quashed the investigations into his dealings as County Commissioner but they couldn’t stop Jose and his three fellow former house staff members from taking most of dad's money and his gated community house in the sexual harassment settlement. They chose to live there much to the discomfort of the neighbors who had had no problem with them living there as servants but had big problems with them living there as neighbors. People are so funny aren’t they? I had taken a restraining order out against dad the week after I infected him and whenever I get mail from him I burn it without reading it. The L party did not have a primary because they only had one candidate. A woman named Phyllis Cornwall who had been Mayor of the large city in our county for twelve years before voluntarily tern limiting herself and helping her hand picked successor win her spot. 65% of the people in the county lived in the city and she was popular there. She stood a fair chance of winning all on her own She had also been a frequent visitor to the house and my Grandfather I always called her Auntie Phyllis Al Kelper managed his own downfall through inattention with a little help from me. He had a closed door presentation looking for investments in his development company but one of the potential “Investors” was Mr. Guthrie's investigative reporter friend I slipped in by “accident”. Oops! All the others were hard core R Party members sitting closer to the front with avid interest There was a vibrant smaller “town” north of the city called Bakers Valley . It was actually an unincorporated area that had grown around a large 1950s development and was 90% minority. It had the lowest crime rate of any area of the county but you would never know that from the R Party rhetoric Al stood up front blinded by the light of the slide projector so he didn’t see me slip my friend in with a camera crew as they set up in the back of the room and I took my seat up front/ Al never saw me move. “This is Baker’s Valley, you all know it” Al said and there were a few grunts and even a racial slur or two. “I have a friend up in the Transportation Department who is handling the coming Interstate Bypass. They had two potential routes and another slide came up showing one route through the center of Baker’s Valley and another just to the west with an exit there which would raise the property values tremendously nearby “Now, Transportation chose the route to the West” and there were many murmurs of disappointment “BUT my friend in going to “accidentally” send the wrong plan and not discover the "mistake" till we have time to buy up all the houses in Baker’s Valley using “Expropriation” They won’t have a choice but to sell! Of course we will give them fair market value for their homes” He said with a wink and there were several snickers from around the room. "Then once the county has them all the “mistake” will be discovered and my development company and it’s investors can buy the land from the county at a bargain price! We can tear down the houses and build a new gated community and shopping areas! We get rid of the sp**ks and ni***rs , break up that voting block and make a fortune in the process!" I heard he door shut quietly as the reporter and the camera crew left and smiled, Several “Investors” were so excited they wrote Al’s company checks on the spot. The lucky ones didn’t. Four days later all three local network stations ran a news special all playing the entirety of Al Kelper's presentation in place of the six o'clock news The lucky ones who had not written checks were all interviewed for TV and it was funny watching them all lie and say how shocked they had been by this dubious plan however none of them could answer that one question “If you were so shocked why didn’t you go to the police?” There was one exception. After the presentation and noting in my mind who had written checks I quietly told Al I could no longer work for his campaign because my Uncle John was sick. He said he understood. I drove directly to the local police station and when they heard my story they called in the F.B.I. so I was covered. I didn’t mention the news crew though. How was I to know? As I said the lucky ones didn’t write checks. They just had their political and work careers destroyed. The ones who did write checks were all arrested along with Al and most are still in prison A few days later I git a call from Auntie Phyllis “It’s always an easy win when you run unopposed” She said “You are welcome: I said The R Party has still not recovered in my county almost thirty years later, No on here trusts them. I wonder why The twins said the would miss their father when he got arrested but we celebrated anyway because that same day they bot got their positive test results. We spent another weekend in a free for all “Fuck a Twin” frenzy and plotted our next moves ************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: So many men so little time Let me know what you think! Scanbu

I woke up the next morning to the brightness of the sun blinding me in the room. Apparently, I was spent after all Adrian had put me through the day before. Adrian was still sleeping behind me, with his big toned body tight against my back, and his bulking arms wrapped around me. I could feel his package pressing against my ass, which was aching from the plug he had put in me the night before. I checked my phone and saw it was almost 945. Adrian must have woke up to me moving around, because I felt his big hands rubbing my ass cheeks and pressing at the plug in my ass. "Morning fuck boi". He moved his hands around to fondle my chest and pinch my nipples, and cock was instantly hard. I realized that Adrian had cum countless times the day before, breeding my ass everytime with his dirty loads, but I hadn't cum yet. "Look at that hard white dicklet getting hard for Daddy. Roll over and get this cock in your mouth boi, I know thats what you need, whether you know it or not". He was right. His big black cock was all I could think about. I rolled over, crawled between his legs, and took his morning wood into my mouth. "This is how my little slut should wake Daddy every day. You hear that boy?" "Mmphh" was all I was able to get out, as I tried to say yes with his cock stretching my throat. I sucked, slobbered, and gagged on Adrian's cock for what felt like 15 minutes, my own cock dripping below me and begging for attention. Adrian leaned up and tugged the plug out of my ass, leaving my aching hole feeling dull and empty. "Get up here and ride this big cock. I'm gonna give this pussy its first breeding of the day". Wasting no time, I slid up and impaled myself on Adrian's cock. It was amazing how easily I was able to sink down on his cock balls deep. My ass was really starting to open up. The loads from the night before that were still marinating in my ass also helped with things. Before long I was riding Adrian's cock, working up a sweat trying to milk a load out. I no longer had any apprehension about being fucked, and getting Adrian to blow his load was the only thing on my mind. Adrian was squeezing my nipples, pinching them between his fingers. This only made me hornier, and my own little dick was leaking precum all over Adrian's chest as I bounced up and down. "Fuck this pussy feels so goddam good. This pussy was made to take this big fucking cock. Work that fucking load out white boi. You keep this up you're gonna get a big dose of my poz nut. I can feel those fucking loads dripping down my balls out of that loose cunt. Fuck you're such a fucking slut." This turned me on even more, being called a "fag" by Adrian. This should have pissed me off but I just accepted it. I guess it's what I was now. My new title. Before long Adrian was bucking beneath me, blowing another hot load of poz cum up my ass. After he blew his load, I just sat there on Adrian's deflating cock in my ass. "Look at that little white clit. That's what I call that little white dick of yours, its not even a cock. Rock hard waiting for attention. Jack that little cock off for me as you sit on Daddy's big cock." I didn't want to wait for Adrian to change his mind, and I started going to town cranking my cock. It didn't take long before I was blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. Adrian's softening meaty cock in my ass made me so fucking horny I couldn't control myself. I didn't think I could ever cum without a cock in my ass again. I started to panic, not knowing if I was gonna get beat for blowing my load all over Adrian's chest. "Get your mouth to work and clean up this spunk and get my cock cleaned up. We got shit to do today". I hesitated for a second, not knowing if I could eat my own cum. I must have hesitated too long, because Adrian cracked me across the face, and told me to "not fucking keep him waiting". I took a deep breath, climbed off Adrian's now soft cock, and started licking my cum off his chest. This was my first time ever tasting cum, and it suprisingly wasn't horrible. I licked all my salty cum off Adrian's chest before moving down to his cock and balls. There was white froth in his pubic hair, clearly the loads he had blown in my ass were churned into froth as he fucked my ass again this morning. I could feel the other loads still leaking out of my ass crack and down my balls. Before long, Adrian's cock and balls were shining with my spit and clean as a whistle. Adrian pulled me off his cock by my hair and stood up. "Stay the fuck here boy" was all he said as he walked out of the room. He returned a minute later, holding a small plastic thing that looked like a little tube. I didn't know what the fuck it was. "Lay back on that fucking bed". I obeyed, and Adrian crawled on the bed between my legs. My cock was soft, having just blown a load. Adrian worked a plastic ring around my balls, and I started to go hard at the stimulation. Adrian grabbed my balls and squeezed them like he was holding a baseball. I yelled out "goddamn it ow fuck", as my hardening cock went immediately soft. "Sorry about baby boy but Daddy had to get that little dicklet down". Adrian spit onto my cock, and used the spit as lube to shove my cock into the tube. He secured the tube to the ring around my balls with a little padlock. "Now that fucking dick is where it belongs. I'm gonna keep this little cock locked up until I'm ready to let you out, and who knows when that will be. This will keep my little white slut horny, just the way I fucking want you. With that little fag dicklet locked up the only thing you need to focus on is that little fuck hole. I picked the medium sized one, it still won't let you get hard but won't be horribly uncomfortable. Piss me off and you will get changed out for the small one". Adrian walked off into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. I panicked. What the fuck. My cock was encased in a little tube that there was no way I could get out of. This guy literally has me by the balls. I felt around the plastic tube, and saw there was a little spot on the end for me to piss through. I kind of started to like the weight on my balls, and my body betrayed me and my cock tried to get hard. Adrian was right, as my cock tried to get hard the cage contained it and it hurt like hell. The plastic tube pulled on my balls, and I went soft instantly. Fuck. I heard the shower turn off and Adrian walked out, toweling himself off. I quickly fogot about the cage as I admired Adrians toned body and the big slab of meat dangling between his legs. "Get in the fucking shower and clean up. We got errands to run before I drop you off". I jumped up, thankful that I would be free soon, and got into the shower. "I will lay out what to wear on the fucking bed". I came out of the shower, and saw what Adrian had laid on the bed for me to wear. Apparently he had gone into my suit case, because laying there was another pair of my shorts that went to my midthigh, they may have been shorter than the ones I had on before. Next to the shorts was a tank top that I wore to the gym. There was also black Nike jockstrap that was crusty and had white cum stains in the pouch on the bed, as well a pair of my tube socks. I got dressed, taking a second to admire myself in the mirror. The cage on my cock made a noticeable bulge in my shorts, but you couldn't tell exactly what it was. The tank showed off my toned chest and arms. I turned off the lights and went downstairs. "You like that crusty jock boy? One of my other fuck sluts left it behind. Pull down those booty shorts and show Daddy that jock." I obeyed, and showed him my caged cock in the crusty jock. It grossed me out to be wearing somebody else's dirty jock, but I realized there was worse things. "Fuck yeah. Turn around and show me those cheeks. Oh fuck yeah that ass was made to be shown off by a jock. Get those fucking shorts up and get in the car". We got into his Jeep and drove off. Adrian rubbed my thigh again, like he did the day before. Apparently the kinder, gentler Adrian was back. We made a stop for coffee and kept driving. I knew better than to ask where we were going. We pulled into a sketchier part of town and stopped at a dumpy looking tattoo parlor. "Get your ass inside". I climbed out of the car and followed Adrian inside. Behind the counter was a black guy who obviously ran the place. He was the complete opposite of Adrian, being only about 5'8", bald, and overweight. He had a gut that hung over his pants and was probably pushing 300lbs. Adrian told me to "sit the fuck down" as he went over to speak with the tattoo artist. They spoke in low tones and I couldn't hear what they were saying. "Bruce is gonna set you up boy. He knows what I want. I'll be in the fucking car waiting. Don't fucking embarass me. He's a good friend!". I panicked, now knowing what instructions Bruce had. My knees were shaking as I stood up and walked behind him to the tattoo chair. "Sit down boy. Don't be fucking nervous college boy you're gonna love what Adrian's picked out. Strip down to your jock boy and climb into the chair. " I nervously sat in the chair, as Bruce moved around the small room getting things ready. He finally came over with a little metal tray. "First up is the piercings. Your Daddy requested both ears pierced and both nipples to start." My heart raced and my eyes started to tear up. I had never thought about getting piercings, and was afraid whatever Adrian had picked out was gonna look gay. My fears were calmed when I realized I could just take them out after Adrian dropped me off today. Bruce got to work and prepped his needle, and before long I had diamond studs in both ears, and small barbells in both nipples. They stung like hell, and the weight on my nipples felt really fucking weird. I noticed Bruce had horrible breath and smelled like BO as he worked on me. He was so out of shape he was breathing heavily. He pulled up a mirror to show me his work, and suprisingly I didn't hate the ear piercings, in fact I kind of liked them. And the nipple piercings were hopefully small enough where they wouldn't be noticeable under a shirt. "Last up is the tattoo. Sounds like its going on the forearm, give me your right arm". My heart raced. I always wanted a tattoo, but never knew what to get. I was scared because I still didn't know what tattoo Adrian had told Bruce to put on me. Bruce got to work and put the stencil sticker on my arm, and got to tattooing. He didn't talk as he started to tattoo me, painfully twisting my arm around in different positions, clearly not even trying to be gentle. I quickly noticed the tattoo was a jack of spades playing card, with some roman numerals beneath it. It actually looked cool, not anything I would have picked, but it still looked cool. I had no clue what the meaing of the tattoo was. After what seemed like an hour, Adrian came back into the tattoo shop as Bruce was finishing up. "Just putting the finishing touches on your boy here Adrian". Adrian came over to inspect the tattoo and piercings. He tugged at the nipple piercings and I let out a slight yelp. "Looks fucking good dude. Love bringing my new fuck sluts for you to slut up". "Boy you know what that tattoo means?", Adrian asked. I shook my head no. "It's a jack of spades. It's gonna show every black man you meet that you like black cock. You're marked as a black fuck slut now. And the roman numerals are the date I turned your white ass into a black cock slut". My cock started to try and go hard in it's cage, but was quickly stopped. I fucking loved the idea of this tattoo, if it meant I could get more black cock. "Imma be back in the car. Bruce take your normal payment and send him out". Adrian walked out and Bruce started to bandage up the tattoo and and put things away. He still had not said a word to me since he started the tattoo. Before long he was done, and he came over and stood next to the chair and dropped his shorts. His big belly hung down low, almost covering his smaller 5.5 inch cock. "Turn the fuck over so I can get my tip. Adrian always lets me take a run at his new white bois after he drops them off." I stared at him, in shock. I was repulsed by this ugly dude, I couldn't fuck him. "Ahh..ah..dude I have cash can I just tip you with that? I'm not interested in fucking dude." When I thought about getting more black cock, this was not what I had in mind. "Wrong fucking answer faggot. Wait until I tell Adrian about this". Bruce grabbed me by my arm and flipped me over in the chair, before I even had a chance to defend myself. I felt him inch behind me, and his belly hit my back as his cock entered me forcefully. This dude stunk like BO and was gross, but his forest of pubes was currently scratching my ass. I didn't enjoy Bruce's fucking, it was forceful and rough in my dry ass. I just clenched my jaw and closed my eyes and got through it. I knew I had to get through it to keep Adrian happy. After the sweaty Bruce rode my ass for 10 minutes he finally blew his load in my ass. He whispered in my ear "don't worry I'm not poz boy. Adrian wants that honor". With that, he climbed off me and walked out of the room. "Get the fuck out of here".

My company had recently won an important contract in Mexico, and as the only analyst who spoke Spanish (thanks to my mother being from Seville), I had been sent to oversee the setup of the new operation. My partner was not best pleased that I was going to be gone for eight weeks, but the large bonus I was to receive was certainly going to help with filling up the pot we were setting aside for trying to have kids through a surrogate in the future, so we both knew that I had to accept. As such, after a comfortable flight over in business class, I was now set up in an aparthotel that would act as my base for the trip. The first few days were hectic, but as things calmed down and the new operation found its feet, I could afford to take a bit of a step back. This gave me the opportunity to see a bit of the city and its surroundings, while also hunting for gifts to take back to appease my partner for the prolonged absence. Top of my personal to-do list was a trip out to see some lesser-known pyramids, which I had heard were much less touristy than Teotihuacán and could be visited round the clock. I decided a couple of nights in a nearby basic hotel would be sensible as I was keen to see both sunrise and sunset at the archeological site, so I made a plan to head out there after finishing a bit early on the Friday and then come back to the city on the Sunday. Sure enough, pre-dawn on the Saturday my alarm went off, and after splashing some water on my face, filling my thermos with coffee from the room and donning some clothes, I headed out into the darkness. I had rented a bike to explore the site myself, so with the headlight on bright, I rode off up the semi-paved track away from the hotel. Little was I to know I would not actually get to watch the sunrise as planned. I managed to find my way to the site, although I could not yet make out any actual pyramids in the darkness. I chained up the bike, grabbed my flashlight and then set off up the path leading from the entrance gate. I figured I would find somewhere to sit and drink some coffee while I waited for there to be enough light in the sky to help me work out where to position myself for the actual sunrise. Eventually I found a sort of shelter, the purpose of which was not clear to me in the gloom, but it had a bench in it that I could sit down on to wait. However, as soon as I did so I felt a wave of tiredness come over me, and having got to the site quicker than expected, I decided I could risk leaning against the back and side of the shelter to rest my eyes for a bit. I set an alarm on my phone for half an hour, closed my eyes, and soon drifted off. I was not woken by my alarm, but rather by the sudden jolt of being pulled forward off the bench. It was still fairly dark but I could just make out that there were several figures there, and I knew immediately I was in trouble. At least two men were hauling me out of the shelter by my arms, and of course I shouted and tried to resist once my fight-or-flight response kicked in. At this point my arms were pulled behind me while a bandana or something was pulled around my mouth. Despite my best efforts my assailants quickly had me muted, my arms tied behind me, and then they pushed me to the ground and did the same to my ankles. I was then lifted up by several men and carried away from the shelter, heading for godknowswhere. At this point I was sure I was being kidnapped. After being carried in the dark for a few moments, I was placed down on my front on a flat-topped rock. Before I could squirm or do anything to try to free myself, I was held firmly in place while the men untied my ankles, spread them, and then re-secured them apart to something before ripping open the back of my shorts and underwear. The rope tying my wrists together was also secured down to something, so that I was prone over the rock. Then, almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure at my anus, and started to scream out as much as I could over the gag as I was penetrated. Maybe these men were indeed kidnapping me, but I was to be used first, that was for sure. The initial entry was excruciating, especially as I rarely bottomed for my partner, but eventually whichever of the men it was had buried himself in me fully. He then started a rough pounding of my hole, my gagged screams seemingly not bothering any of them. The first guy fucked me brutally for a while, then roared out and jammed himself into me fully. I knew I was being bred. He then pulled out and was replaced by another, and the whole ordeal began again. They all took at least one turn, my screams seeming to fade into submission in time with the sun rising and light bathing the ruins around us. Not that I got to see much of that, as any time I looked up to try to see who was doing this to me I was struck in the face by one of the men. When they all seemed to be done, a blindfold was tied around my eyes, my ankles were released but then rapidly secured back together, and then I was roughly pulled up off the rock and up into the air again. I was carried to somewhere for a few minutes, and then heard what sounded like a metal door being opened. Moments later I was dropped down onto a hard surface on my back, my wrists were untied from each other, pulled apart and secured somehow. My ankles got the same treatment, and then I heard all the men leaving and the door being closed again. I had no choice but to lie there on my back, unable to see a thing, trussed up like godknowswhat, my mouth still gagged, my used and sore hole continuing to leak, and wonder what was in store for me. Over the course of however many hours it was, men seemed to take turns to visit the increasingly hot room I was in, all of them unceremoniously ramming into my hole and fucking another load into me. What was really surprising was that I realised I was getting just a little bit excited each time I heard the door open as someone else arrived, which was crazy given the peril I was in and the reality of what was happening to me. But yes, truth be told, I was starting to want there to be someone there fucking me rather than being left alone. Another change of location came later, when a number of men seemed to come into the room together and begin working together to release me from whatever I was tied to, re-secure my wrists and ankles together, and then lift me up and carry me out. Once again I was manually carried for some time, until we reached whatever the chosen venue was now for all this to continue. I had no fight left in me, so when I was put down on my feet I dutifully allowed my ankles to be separated and secured apart to something, before I was bent forward over what felt like a rock. I propped myself up on my elbows, and this perhaps gave them an indication that they had broken me as a moment later my gag and blindfold were taken off. I blinked and got my eyes used to the light, taking in that we were back in the trees around the ruins, but I did not look around at the men. I stared straight ahead of me, just waiting. A cock was pressed back into me, and I gave a slight moan as, despite the use and abuse I had experienced and how sore my hole was by this point, there was still a definite sense of what I can only call relief at being filled again. I took the fuck without complaint, and actually squeezed around his cock as he slammed in a final time and unloaded in me. I did the same as all the other men followed suit, never once turning my head to see who these guys were. Somewhere in the corner of my mind, voices were screaming at me to try to stop this, to try to remember that I’m partnered up and planning to have a family, and that this was a repeated act of violence being perpetrated on me, but by this point a deeper, perhaps long-repressed version of me had emerged. I had gone into something of a trance I suppose, but was broken out of that when one of the men suddenly appeared next to me, also bent over the rock. I turned to look at him as I was being fucked, noticing he couldn’t have been more than 25, and watched as he grimaced through his own penetration. He did not utter a sound throughout though, and when the man behind him slammed in a final time and then withdrew, the younger guy just stood up and disappeared out of my field of view. A moment later a stocky older man with a bushy moustache took his place and was also fucked by one of the others, all while the rest of them continued to use me. The light faded as my gangbang continued, with several of the men having also taken a turn bent over on the rock next to me. I concluded this must be a gang or something, but did not know if they all got fucked or if there was some kind of hierarchy within the group. I found myself wondering how many other men had experienced what I was going through, and whether it was just tourists they targeted. I also didn’t know whether I was still going to be kidnapped and held for ransom, but I was starting to think that maybe that wasn’t going to be the case. Perhaps they would finally expend their sexual energies, and then dispose of me to become just the latest in a long list of Westerners who had disappeared without trace, or maybe I was going to be set free after all this. I got my answer long after it had got dark, when the blindfold was suddenly put back on me and I was re-gagged while the last of them finished off inside me. I was then hauled off the rock and quickly re-tied at the wrists and ankles, before being lifted up by several hands and carried off. It seemed like ages, but eventually I was unceremoniously dumped on the ground. I felt the restraints at my wrists being loosened, and then the sound of all the men running away. When it had gone quiet I managed to get my blindfold off with my still-tied hands, realising I was back at the shelter where this had all started. There was some dim light from a nearby lamp, so I could just about make out what I was doing as I wiggled my hands and used my teeth to finally get one wrist free, making it possible to get the gag out of my mouth and then untie the rest of the binds. I was free, and the men were long gone. The bike was still there at the end of the path, and miraculously the torn shorts I was wearing still had everything I had set out with in the pockets, so I was able unchain the bike to cycle back. I had to do the whole thing standing up on the peddles as I was too sore to sit on the saddle, and closer to my hotel I wore out and got off to walk the bike the rest of the way. When I got back, the old man at the reception desk nodded to me as I staggered in, and I detected a smirk as I glanced back at him before starting the climb up the stairs. Did he know? Had he been part of this somehow? Was he possibly even one of the gang that had spent the day fucking me? Or was he just amused by the state I was in? I managed a shower, gently probing around my gaping, abused hole a bit to feel the damage, before collapsing into the bed and passing out. I had feverish dreams all night, waking in a sweat more than once, and was therefore very slow to get going the next morning. An older lady was at the reception when I checked out, but once again I just had a sense that she knew something. What had I got into by coming here? It was a relief when I got back to the city and returned the car to the hire place around the corner from my aparthotel. I slept a little more soundly in my temporary home, and the next day started the process of trying to act normally as I got back on with work. However, as the days of that week went on, a nagging desire got stronger and stronger. I couldn’t deny it as hard as I tried: I wanted to be fucked again, and I wanted it to be anonymous and raw. All it took was a couple of beers with colleagues after work on the Friday, and my inhibitions had been sufficiently lowered to do something about my predicament. That night, and for so many more during my remaining time in Mexico, I was to be found bent over in a cruise club taking whatever came my way. Three days after I got home, I woke up with a fever. My partner tended to me through the delirium that followed, and sat by my side in the doctor’s office a week later as I was given the news that I had tested positive. He saved his rage until we were back home, refusing to believe that any version of what I told him was true. He was acting out of fury as he threw accusations my way, and yet everything he was saying did actually now ring true in some way. I had been subjected to what was undoubtedly a prolonged sexual assault, and yet it had awoken something in me that I knew I could not suppress again. I felt strangely liberated, even as my partner’s vitriol went from strength to strength, and found myself zoning out and starting to wonder if my pozzing had been at the hands of the gang or one of the many anonymous hook-ups in the clubs of Mexico City. Jump forward to today, and my career has actually advanced significantly since the success of the Mexican operation’s commencement. My partner of course kicked me out, and in his anger and betrayal he made sure our friends and families knew the truth about me. That set forth something of a mass desertion by people I thought I had been close to, but now that I am without the same social responsibilities to occupy most of my weekends and evenings, I am free to live my new life. That life involves cock. Any cock. All cocks. There isn’t one I won’t ride, and no load I won’t take. Hook-ups at home or a guy’s place, clubs, saunas, public toilets, alleyways, parks, beaches… Anywhere, anytime, you can find me and my biohazard tramp stamp swallowing up as many loads as possible. I’m 45, apparently handsome, in the best shape of my life, and a proud poz cumdump. But what excites me most is that I’m being sent back to Mexico to oversee the rollout of our latest system upgrade in the office there. I’ve already secured some time off during my stay, and I know just where I’ll be aiming to spend it…

Part 6 Upon entering the shady establishment the light was dim and the atmosphere was a little hazy due to people smoking inside and not all of it was cigarette smoke. Indistinct rock music was playing over low quality speakers. There were metal support beams, a cement floor, and the walls had chipping paint. The interior looked like an old abandoned factory that was shoddily set up as a bar. I saw various types of men. Short, tall, skinny, fat, some muscular. Many of them in fetish gear and leathers. I was the youngest guy there by a couple decades as far as I could tell. We walked past a chubby bearded guy who looked like a bouncer. He seemed to know uncle Chester. They exchanged looks as we continued inward. It was a little overwhelming being in a place like this. I hadn’t been anywhere this rough. I felt eyes on me from all corners of the room. I had to admit it was feeling quite intimidated but tried not to show it. Uncle Chester found us a table and we sat down with several other men. They were probably the most shady group of guys I’d ever seen. Older men, various body types but no one was in shape. I wore a little smile and tried to be polite. Everyone looked at us. “Chester you old freak. Who’s this young thing you brought with you?” One of the men asked. He was thin but very toned. Veins all over his arms and a raspy voice. A balding chubby bear with a grey beard and large pumped out nipples was next to him across from me. The bear had a small leather vest that covered almost nothing. “Just a new boy toy. Figured I’d show him some of my favorite hangouts.” Uncle Chester conversed with the group of men at the table. We made quick introductions but I could barely remember anyone’s name. Uncle referring to me as his boy toy felt off. But he did say he didn’t want people here knowing I was his nephew. Perhaps it would come off as inappropriate for two gay family members to come to a place like this. But when I thought about it, we kinda already crossed that line. He stole a load from me with his ass and nearly planted one in me earlier. Although he called that a “preview” so did it really count as getting fucked? I’d prefer to think not. I enjoy hanging out with him but some of our play has gone over the line several times. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he actually was considering me his new boy toy. Chester and the men were recounting past sexual exploits. Their talk was quite graphic. I listened for a while but then I felt something between my legs. I looked down and there was a foot rubbing my crotch. It was the bears foot, sitting across from me. He and the other men were talking to uncle Chester, while he was covertly foot groping me. I didn’t know what to do so I pretended to not notice. My dick definitely noticed though. I felt it springing to life at the contact. “I’ll get us some drinks. You boys chat for a bit.” Uncle Chester got up and left me alone with the men. I don’t think he even noticed me getting groped. “So you’re enjoying your time with Chester?” The veiny man asked. “Yeah I’ve been staying at his place for a few days while I’ve been backpacking.” The bear kept up his under table foot rubbing. At one point he managed to undo my fly and pull my dick out with his toes. He was rubbing my cock with his foot under the table. It seemed wrong to do this sort of thing in public but it was dark and it felt good. I didn’t know if I had the will to stop it. “A traveling man. So you just happened to land in his web? He usually manages to catch all the fresh meat passing through.” “Yeah I guess so. He’s a lively guy.” I tried keeping a straight face and hold back a moan or two. “He he, a subtle way of saying he’s been non stop pumping your ass full of that pancake batter.” That wasn’t accurate but I just awkwardly smiled and nodded. The bear took his foot away. I was pretty hard now. I was almost disappointed he stopped but I was concentrating on making it go down. The bear got up and sat next to me, wrapping and arm around me. “Since you’ve been with Chester I’m sure you’ve been introduced to a lot of kinky fun by now. Your dick definitely responded well.” “Oh Clyde, were you playing footsie under the table? Didn’t take you long to try and score sloppy seconds.” The veiny man chuckled. “He’s a cutie. I couldn’t resist.” He pulled into him and started sucking on my neck. It felt like a bear hug. He was exploring my body with his big hands. His tongue slobbered my neck and collar bone. “Mmm, you’re a delicious boy.” “I think Clyde likes you, Will.” The veiny guy stood up, I saw his dick was out and erect. He wore a cock ring that made his dick bulge red with popping veins down his shaft and an aggressive cock head. He walked over to me and put a hand on me shoulder. “Since Chester has already marked ya, you won’t mind what I’ve got to offer.” He twitched his cock up and down. Pre was dripping from it. Clyde had his hand gripping my cock, stroking it. “I’m not done with him yet.” The bear raised an arm and pushed my face into his pit. He lowered his arm and pinned me underneath. I could barely breathe. His sent was strong and intoxicating. Things were progressing at an alarming rate. “Arther, Clyde, you two playing with my things behind my back?” Uncle Chester came back with a couple drinks. The two men slowly backed off like it was all fun and games. I finally came up for air. My face was covered in the bears sweat. “It’s your fault for bringing in such a handsome little stud. There are plenty of trolls around eyeing him up. We were just keeping him safe for ya.” “How thoughtful of you.” Uncle Chester sat down next to me and handed me a drink. I think it was a whisky neat. “Since you’re letting your hard on fly out Arther, I might as well free the old beast.” “Yeah show us that monster, Chester.” Uncle Chester whipped out his cock. It was hard of course and big as ever. Hard to believe my ass was able to handle even half of that. “So how nice is his ass?” Clyde the bear asked. “Oh it’s heavenly. Will, stand up for me.” Chester pulled me over and turned me around. He saw my dick was out and chuckled. “I’m sure one of you worked him up. They boy is too modest to let it hang out on his own.” He was undoing the flap of the pants and a large piece came all the way off exposing my ass. “See? Ain’t that an adorable creamy peachy?” He held my hips and was showing me off. Arther and Clyde were getting a hand full of my ass cheeks. “Very nice. You should send him over to my ranch. The boys would love to mouth that.” Arther took his cock and was slapping my ass with it. I was relying on Chester to intervene before he got too carried away. “He’s no where near trained for that sort of thing Arther. He hasn’t even taken me balls deep yet.” “Shame. Guess he needs more practice.” Arther pointed his cock between my cheeks and grabbed my hips. With a sudden jolt he jammed his cock in me. I let out a yelp and pulled my ass away. “Careful Arther. Don’t damage the goods. You’re always too rough. Come Will, sit on my lap.” I was more comfortable with the safety of uncle rather than the assertiveness of the two strangers I just met so I was happy to oblige his command. Before I connected all the pieces together, I lowered myself onto Chester’s lap, to get away from Arther’s aggressive cock. But I just traded one cock for an ever bigger cock. Uncle Chester positioned his cock to meet my ass as I lowered and it was too late to move my ass. I came down on his full length and my ass cheeks met his hips. “Ah! Oh shit!” I gasped. Uncles cock was all the way inside me. I felt my guts getting bulldozed. His cock head not giving way at all and asserting its position deep in me. Uncle held me in place wrapping his arms around me. “There. Comfy and cozy. So, Arther how’s the raunch been doing? Business good?” I couldn’t believe it. They were having a casual conversation as if I wasn’t getting impaled on a spike. Chester handed me my drink and continued his conversation. I was trying not to move much. My whole bod weight down on his cock was a much different experience. I was having a hard time adjusting. How long was i supposed to sit like this? Was I supposed to carry on like it wasn’t in me? After a moment Arther noticed I was still having a hard time with it. “Looks like that monster of yours is taking its toll on the boy, Chester.” “He just needs to get used to it. I haven’t been this deep before. Look.” Chester pulled up my shirt and lean me back a little. The other men could see a vague bulge in my stomach where uncles cock was pressing through. “Damn, it’s definitely up there.” Clyde remarked impressed. I took a sip of my whiskey and tried to relax, but it was hard. I contemplated my situation. Once again uncle got his cock inside me. Although this time he wasn’t “preview fucking” me, so did this count as sex? It’s a little alarming how many times today my poz uncle has managed to penetrate me, but so far nothing is coming of it. The two of us are just sitting together while he chats with his friends. Oh… my poz uncle. I have a poz cock raw up inside me. This is bad right? Nah, he isn’t fucking me. He isn’t ejaculating. I think this might be fine. Admittedly, it was a little embarrassing to be having his cock up my ass with a bunch of shady strangers onlooking, but everyone’s casual demeanor kinda put me at ease as my body was adjusting to uncle’s length. Chester and Arther talked about mundane things. Clyde was watching the bulge in my stomach. Periodically uncle would twitch his cock and it could be be visible through my abs. The initial shock was gone but my insides still felt like they were being rearranged. As Chester and Arther talked, Clyde put his foot on my stomach and rubbed his sweaty sole up and down. Uncle Chester took notice. “Ooh I can feel that through his belly. It’s pretty good Clyde.” He kept rubbing the cock bulge in my stomach with his foot. Uncle Chester was receiving a foot job while it was still in me. I felt uncle’s cock harden more. His conversation continued with Arther casually but his voice was sounding slightly strained. His cock was twitching more and my abdomen was being pinched between a meat pipe and a bear’s foot. Clyde was pinching his nipples and looking at me. His foot pumping never stopped. He looked over to a corner of the room that looked like the bathrooms and back to me. As if to say in a single glance. ‘I’ll take my turn with you next in there’. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to fuck me but his foot action felt good and his nipples were so long I wanted to know what they tasted like. Oh god, am I really thinking such lewd things already? As I was thinking to myself I noticed uncle Chester wasn’t talking anymore. The table conversation died down and now everyone was focused on Clyde rubbing Chester’s cock though my stomach. Chester’s hands were balled into fists and he seemed focused. Arther was playing with his cock. A couple other men at the table were watching the show as well. “This may be a first for me. Are you getting close?” Clyde asked Chester “…almost.” He grunted. “Nice, pop a load off for us Chester. How does that death stick feel in you boy?” Arther encouraged. “It’s okay…” I muttered. It was getting easier to endure but it felt like uncle’s cock was getting harder inside me, growing bigger. The both of us were sitting still, the only movement coming from Clyde rubbing my stomach. “You’re being modest. Chester takes some getting used to and you look like you’re dying there he he.” “He should be… mf.. broken in after this…” Uncle was having a hard time getting his words out. He grabbed Clyde’s foot and moved it upward slightly. “Right there Clyde… that’s my tip… oof… focus on that spot…” Clyde was now rubbing the ball of his foot on the area just below my ribs. He was massaging the spot in little circles. Uncle Chester was really enjoying it. “Will… you’re doing a good job… just endure a little longer for me... fuck Clyde…. Now I remember… why I like ya so much…” It was a strange turn on. I was mesmerized on Clyde’s big meaty bear foot working on my belly. Thinking back to uncles house, I was wondering if Clyde would want me to lick it for him. Arther was approaching like he wanted one of us to suck him. He was stroking his cock as he was rubbing my shoulder. “Hey Clyde, it’s on its way, keep up that pace… oh fuck…” Oh crap should I be getting off? “There! Trains leaving the station. Agh!” Uncle Chester’s body stiffened. I quickly tried to get up, my ass taking forever to slide off uncles cock. Only the tip was left just inside my ring as I felt it spasm. Arther pushed on my shoulder, causing my ass to slide a few inches back down onto uncles cock. “Agh… fuck… yeah, deeper!” Uncle grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them tightly around his shaft, as he grunted. “Unf! Oomf!” He thrust his hips up to dig in deeper. His ass lifted up off the chair, his hands pull my ass down. His cock pulsing as it sunk its way balls deep again, causing a bulge in my stomach from his rockhard mushroom head. “Ah, fuck! Flooding your colon! Ah!….ohhhhhhhhhhh.” Uncle Chester let out aloud grunt than a long satisfying exhale. I resisted against Arthur’s hand and pulled my ass up off of uncle Chester‘s cock. His head left my ass with a pop and several ribbons shooting up in the air. It covered ass and part way up my back. It was so hot and thick. Shit, did I get off in time? Uncle Chester stroked the last few globs from his cock and his flow stopped. The guys at the table seemed slightly amused. As if it was something they saw many times before. Was this place really that’s sleazy? I figured we would have gotten kicked out for doing some thing that lewd. But no one seemed too phased by it. I for one had quite the adrenaline rush. My heart was beating, my ass was sore, and I was slightly out of breath. Arthur position himself behind me, rubbing his cock on my cum covered ass. He positioned the tip at my home and tried to push in. His tip was just parting open my loosened sphincter when I quickly made an excuse. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.“ Excused myself from the table to get a moment alone so I could collect my thoughts. I’m sure I could handle this type of scene, but it was a little much all at once. When I entered the bathroom, I was alone there. I wanted to examine my ass to make sure there was no cum inside me, but when I inspected with my fingers, my ass cheeks and hole was completely glossed in uncle’s sperm. I wasn’t going to stick a finger inside, or else I might push his poz cum in. I cleaned off with in one of the stalls and was ready to leave when someone came in. It was Clyde, he followed me into the bathroom. “Hope you loved my foot action boy.“ He groped my chest and was pushing me back into the stall. “It felt nice… I should probably get back…” “Did you get loaded up good?” “No, or I don’t think so.” “I should inspect your ass, see if any of that old disease spreader paste is gunked up in ya. Turn around.” “That’s not necessary…” “You can trust me boy” Clyde turned me around and bent me over the toilet. He sucked on his fingers and shoved it up my ass, swirling it around. “That’s a nice warm ass. But my fingers are no good. I need to use something a little bigger“ That’s when I felt him withdraw his fingers and point something meatier at my hole. I knew what it was. He was going to shove his cock in me. I pulled away and got up to leave, but he grabbed my head and brought it down to his chest. One of his long nipples poked my lips. “Suck on daddy’s milker.” He held me tight, but at least it wasn’t him trying to fuck me so I opened my mouth and started sucking on his large nipple. It was salty and firmer than I was expecting. He seemed pleased with my mouth action. He reached down and rubbed my crotch, my semi hard cock getting fully erect again. “Good boy. Enjoy these man tits. I pump them every day for boys like you to suck on.” I went back-and-forth between his nipples, ravenously sucking, and gently chewing on them. I think I had a new kink awakening in me. I lost track of time of how long we were there. At one point I had to withdraw from him. He seemed pleased, but not entirely satisfied. “Im not done with you yet. I’ll get old Chester to lend you to me at some point.” When we exited the stall, there were a couple older men there pissing. They looked at us curiously. Clyde left first while I bent over the sink trying to get a drink of water to cool off. “What a cute round ass on display.” One of the old men remarked. I felt hands grab my ass from behind. When I looked in the mirror, I saw one of the old men behind me. He was probably in his 70s. He was thin and very sickly looking. Dark sunken eyes. Shirtless and sagging chest with a wrinkled leathery body. Black leather chaps with no pants or underwear. In the mirror I saw him adjusting his cock behind me. “Hey are ya gonna ask the boy if wants that dirty thing in there?” The other old man asked. “You saw him getting passed around earlier. I don’t think he cares.“ He pressed his cock against my hole and grabbed my waist with his bony fingers and thrust his hips forward. His cock slammed in. He was average in length, but he started fucking me with enthusiasm. “That’s right, let grandpa treat your slutty ass, right. Oh yeah, gonna fill ya with my old jizm.” I was gonna pull away and get him off me, but the old man didn’t last long. “Oh fuck yeah!” He planted his hips deep and his whole body trembled. I felt his cock spasm several times inside me as the old guy moaned. “Ohhhhh, fuck. Haven’t had a young ass like that in years.” He withdrew and stepped away. I fell to my knees, creeped out that some guy as old as my grandfather just unloaded inside me. The other old guy was stroking his cock the entire time. He also has an average dick but his balls were huge like two plums. He looked like he was ready to blow. He came over to me and shoved his cock in my mouth. It taste like piss and old fish. He started desperately fucking my throat. “Oh yeah, you’re gonna swallow all this.” He didn’t let me get away. It took him a minute, but he eventually burst in my mouth. Oh my god, it tasted foul! It was like his balls turned rancid and they were pumping my throat full of expired mayonnaise with the same consistency. His hands pulled my head into him tight. His balls rested on my chin, twitching with each spurt. I only had two options, either swallow all of it or let it fill my lungs. “Oooh fuck…” he grunted. It kept coming! His crotch had a musky scent, his cock kept pulsing in my mouth. …Three *gulp …Four *gulp …Five *gulp …Six *gulp …Seven mouths full of his strong harsh cum. It was foulest thing I ever tasted but I managed to swallow it all without gagging. Once he finished he sighed in satisfaction, and let go of me. A small glob oozed out his tip. Is was gelatinous and had a translucent pale yellow color, as if it really was rancid mayo. Gross, is that stuff really fermenting in my stomach right now? “Nice job boy. Most guys end up throwing up on my horseradish, but you kept it down. I gotta go see to some friends, but I promise you next time I get you to myself my load is going up that ass of yours.” Both the old men left, and I was finally alone again in the bathroom. I felt nauseous and violated, but finally there wasn’t anyone else around. I was getting a little worried about my popularity among the crowd. A lot of these men aren’t the types I would normally fool around with. But uncle wanted to take me to a spot he liked so I’m trying to be open minded about it. Ugh, my stomach hurts, what the hell was that old guys cum made of? “Looks like you’ve been having some fun in here.” Uncle Chester was standing in the door looking at me. He seemed amused. His cock was semi-hard and sticking up a bit. “Uncle Chester! I’m sorry, they were kind of forceful…” “It’s alright Will. I was hoping you would find some playmates here. I new you’d be popular. But did I hear that right? Did you really swallow Saul’s load? All of it?” I put a hand on my stomach and felt it gurgle. It was embarrassing knowing that I was digesting that old troll’s nasty, thick cum. “Yeah, I didn’t have much of a choice. I was surprised about how much there was. It’s like it wouldn’t stop.“ “Yeah, old Saul has been known to be the most voluminous cummer around these parts. He usually shoots out half to a full cup, although it’s not the best tasting jizz there is. I’m just surprised that you managed that. As kinky as I am, I don’t swallow that stuff.” As messed up as it was, I was feeling a little bit of pride, knowing that I could handle something uncle Chester thought was difficult. But on the other hand I felt quite dirty from it. “It wasn’t that bad, I was able to swallow it just fine.” A bold face lie. It was the worst thing I ever tasted but I was feeling a little cocky. I didn’t want to come off as too inexperienced around here. I’m just glad I didn’t have to do that again. “Oh, really? Okay then I’ll invite Saul over more often. Since you like it so much, I want to make sure you get to experience it when he has properly prepared. I think his record for cumming is a pint.” What?! That’s impossible! There no way I could swallow all that! My stomach gurgled again at the thought of it, or perhaps that was because my body really didn’t like digesting what was already in me. Uncle Chester walked over to me as I was still kneeling on the ground. His dick was eye level with me. He held my chin and gently rubbed his cock on my face. “You look like you have a bit of a tummy ache there Will. How about I give you something to help with that? Remember during our twister game I told you I would give you a special treat? Well, I originally came in here to piss, and your mouth is at perfect urinal height.“ “You want to piss in my mouth?“ he was tapping the tip of his cock on my lips. “I want you to enjoy drinking my piss Will. Everything in my bladder emptied out down your throat. That should help make your tummy feel better after swallowing all that yummy Saul cum.” “But uncle, I can’t-“ He slipped the head of his cock in my mouth. “If you can swallow all of Saul, then this should taste like candy by comparison. Just relax and enjoy it. It’s my special treat for you.“ Uncle put his hands on his hips and arched his waist forward. “Close those lips tight Will. You don’t want to spill any.“ Uncle closed his eyes and let his head lean back a little. He took a deep breath and exhaled as he relaxed his body. “Oh yeah. Here it comes.” My mouth was immediately flooded in a salty tangy fluid. My uncle was pissing in my mouth! Instinctively I immediately started gulping down as fast as I could. Uncle Chester was moaning as it flowed. Gulp after gulp, I swallowed uncle‘s piss as best as I could. He had a lot in him and my stomach was getting really full. I felt his urine sloshing around in my stomach, mixing in with Saul’s thick horseradish. I can’t say it tasted good, but it was far better than what I just swallowed a moment ago. Eventually uncle’s flow slowed down and came to a halt. I sipped up the last few drops leaking out of his tip. “Good boy, Will. You did a great job on your first time with piss drinking. How was it? Good?“ “Yeah, it taste great uncle, I loved it.“ I lied with a disheveled tone. He was so enthusiastic about it, that I didn’t want to disappoint him. I might have laid it on a little thick. “Excellent! In that case, there’s a new rule with you staying with me. Every time I have to piss it’s going either down your throat or up your ass. You are now officially my toilet nephew he he he!” Oh god, I should not have said that ‘I loved it’. Uncle’s house rules are changing drastically. We will need to discuss that rule later. I hope he remembers that I’m still his nephew, and not one of his recon hook ups. I got up to my feet and washed my face off in the sink. Uncle Chester was rubbing my ass. “What’s this white stuff leaking out of your ass? Did one of those dirty old men dump a load inside you?“ “Um, yeah, one of them did. The older leathery one.“ “Oh, then that’s fine. No harm in that load. At least I don’t think so. It’s been a while so I don’t know what he has. But I can’t leave you messy like this.“ With that uncle Chester dove his face in between my cheeks and started licking the cum off my asshole. “Ah…” I gasped at the feeling of his tongue down there. He was swirling it around my hole and digging it inside eating up that old man’s cum that was left behind. It felt amazing having a tongue in my ass. I’ve never been rimmed before. Even if it was from my uncle, I couldn’t help but melt at the service. After several minutes of rimming uncle came up and held me. We stared at each other in the mirror. His cock hot dogging between my cheeks. “Your ass tastes divine Will. Ain’t that a cute sight. You look so much like your father when he was younger.” “Thanks uncle.“ That made me blush. As he held me, he wiggled his hips around and positioned his now fully erect cock between my cheeks, poking his cock head against my asshole. “And this thing likes the taste of your ass as well.” He dug his hips forward and started to bury his cock up inside me again. I broke the embrace and turned around. Uncle’s cock sliding out and now poking my belly button. “I know you like to play around but perhaps we shouldn’t be doing penetration?” “You managed to enjoy yourself penetrated on my cock earlier.” “Yeah that was okay I guess. But it was in front of a lot of people and I didn’t want to make a scene.” “We definitely made a pretty good scene. I even blew a load deep in yah.” “What?! Really?!” “Nah, just kidding. You just barely made it off.” “Oh good!” I sighed a relief. I was worried wither or not I cut it too close there. “Or did you? He he he” Uncle Chester was nearly mocking with his tone. “Come on, that’s not funny…” “Oh relax Will. All bottom sluts get pozzed eventually.” “But-“ “Okay no more of all that. Come on.” Uncle guided me out of the bathroom and back into the dark industrial bar. The two old guys and Clyde were chatting with Arther at the table. They glanced in my direction across the room as if I was the topic of conversation. I was morbidly curious as to what they were talk about. Uncle Chester was walking me towards a different part of the bar. It was a long hallway with broken windows and a metal spiral staircase leading down into pure darkness. “This first floor is just the bar and lounge area. Down here is the cruising area. Kinda like a bathhouse.” The first floor wasn’t cruisy enough?! Men just have casual sex and no one bats an eye. How could downstairs be any worse? “Uncle Chester? I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “Uncle? Shit Chester. This is the nephew you wouldn’t stop raving about?” Arther was behind us. Probably on his way down to the ‘official’ cruising area. “Whoops, guess the cats out of the bag.” Uncle seemed more amused than upset. Like he was caught trying to pull a prank or something. “That means you brought untainted goods here. Oh he’s gonna be popular. I’d love to fill him up.” “Well that’s up to him, but I’d love to watch you fuck his brains out and fill him with your assorted concoction.” As Arther walked past us he stuck a finger up my ass making me jump a little. He sucked on his finger as he descended into the abyss. “Well, I figured you’d be getting plenty attention as is being a handsome young man around here. But now I guess the dirty old fuckers around here will be extra on the prowl.” “Maybe we should head home?” “Nonsense. The night is still young. And you might find an ass to unload in that ain’t too grizzled. That is if you’re not busy getting fucked.” “I don’t think I want to get fucked down there.” “Tell ya what. If someone tries fucking you that you don’t like. Come find me and I’ll slide my cock back up in you. That way they’ll see your ass is occupied.” I was trying to make sense of how that logic worked. But before I could get a word out, uncle Chester guided me by the hand and we were making the decent down.

Part 2 The two weeks went by slowly and I couldn't help but be antsy during that time. I tried to throw myself into work but working in a porn shop wasn't helping me at all. Seeing all the guys walking in and out of the video arcade and theater rooms looking all flushed and some walking a little lopsided made me so hard all the time and I always had a stream of pre cum running down my pants after each shift. I didn't jack off in the two weeks either because I know if I even touched my dick once I wouldn't want to stop so I saved all cum for the carnival. (Night before the carnival) I knew tonight there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had because my adrenaline was pumping and my cock was hard the whole night until I finally drifted off to sleep. (Day of the carnival) My alarm went off at 6am and I woke up with an exciting burst of energy ready to get the day started. I brushed my teeth and got my hole nice and clean and got dressed in a nice tight tank top baggy shorts and tennis shoes grabbed my bag and started to make my way to the carnival. I had a red convertible and with the weather as nice as it was I drove with the top down to enjoy it. I passed a few trucks on the highway and got some looks from the truckers on the way and they did nothing to calm the ericton I was sporting the whole drive there. It took me an hour until I started to see signs that I was getting close to my destination. There were signs that pointed to the carnival that read 2 miles to the carnival and as I passed each one getting closer I saw each one had a biohazard symbol surrounding the numbers until I finally got to the actual event. I saw that there were two lines one for day visitors and the other was for those who opted to stay on the property overnight so I got in the line for the overnight and waited to be let in. Once I got to the front of the line I was greeted by a stud of a man. He was easily 6ft 3 or taller with a deep muscled body and he was fully naked showing off his full tan and a cock that had me drooling. It looked like it had to be at least 7 inches long and thick as a can, his balls swung low and there wasn't a hair on his crotch or any other part of this perfectly sculpted man and I was finally out of the trance I was in when he snapped his fingers to get my attention. He smiled at me as I blushed and asked me my name, I gave him my name and he looked for it on the list and when he found it he pointed me to the garage where I could put my car and handed me my key for the room I was assigned with my 3 day parking pass so security would know I was staying. He said he hoped I would enjoy my stay and the carnival and he might see me out and about since he would be staying here here working and would be enjoying the carnival once his shift was over. He smiled at me and I smiled back and pulled forward to the garage and found a parking spot. Once I put my parking tag in the windshield and grabbed my bag I locked up my car and walked towards the entrance of the garage and was met again by another godly naked man greeting all the visitors and handing them maps and brouchures. I was stunned again by this man too, he was about 5 ft and he could easily be a porn model with how muscled he was and a swinging 8 inches between his legs and it didn't even look remotely hard yet. One thing that had me licking my lips as well he had an amazing prince Albert piercing swinging from the tip of his monster cock and a ladder as well running down the base and on hanging from his balls too. I got up to hime and thankfully this time I didn't have to be broken out of a trance when he greeted me. We echanged a few pleasantries and he asked me what room number I was going to be in and when I told him his eyes lit up because he said he was staying in the same room so it looked like we would be roommates for the next three days. His excitement made him grab me into a big bear hug and he gave me a big kiss on the lips before letting me go. I came down from the quick high and told him I'd see him later smiled and made my way to our room. Once I got to the room I saw how massive it was and that there was enough room here for it to almost be an apartment. There were statues of naked men as well as artwork all over the place and there was a kitchen, living space, bathroom, and two bedrooms to choose from. I looked I both rooms and saw there was my roomies stuff already in one so I unpacked what I brought in the other room and decided it was time for me to get ready for the festivities that were cumming. I took another shower to clean off the drive funk and did a little more clean out thanks to the the attached hose in the shower. It had a dildo shape for the top and I smiled as I basically fucked myself with it as I was cleaning out. When I was done I dried off and looked at the pamphlet I was given cumming in and saw that this carnival was mandatory nude so I put on my socks and shoes and saw there was a few bottles of sunscreen on the dresser and rubbed it all over myself. Once done I started to make my way to the shuttles that would be leading guests from the main estate to the carnival. There was about a dozen guys all waiting by the terminal and the mix of bodies all sitting around naked made me so hard as were they. every one of them were also sporting wood and openly stroking each other some even sucking as we all waited. A fellow twink walked up to me and asked if I would like to be sucked off and I politely told him no that I wanted to wait until later to make sure i had the most fun with everyone else. He smiled and went to look for another cock to suck and he was able to find a willing one easily enough. When the shuttle came everyone stopped what they were doing and got on board and were ready to be taken to the main event. I sat in the back next to the twink from earlier and saw he was sporting a very large hard cock about 9 inches and it looked even bigger with his thin frame and his hairless crotch. I reached over and started to stroke him and he bit his lip and moaned with pleasure. I kept going and kept changing my speed going faster then slower as I felt his climax approaching I stopped all together and loved the look of defeat on his cute face knowing I was not going to let him cum. I tortured him like this for about 15 mins and it was announced that we were at the gate for the carnival. We all stepped up to the gate and there was a gentleman standing at the door of the gate and there was a large screen hanging next to him. He was bude as the rest of us and the only way to know he was a worker here was the bowtie he was wearing around his neck. His body was just like the rest of the workers heavily muscular and another thick pierced cock he was un cut as well. He smiled as everyone got together and thanked all of us for joining the carnival and he explain that he had a message to play from our host. He held a remote up and hit play and a picture of a very sexy man appeared on screen. He was probably in his late 30s covered in tattoos and had the most beautiful cock swinging that I had ever seen even better than the hottest porn stars online. Every inch of him was muscled and I couldn't stop staring I was so amazed by him. Greetings to you all and welcome to my yearly carnival, I'm so happy to have so many in attendance to my event, I hope you all have the best time of your life with all the fun games rides and events more later on. I hope you take home fond memories and I know you all remember your permanent gift by the time you leave again thank you all for attending have a amazing time. With that the screen went dark and the young man controlling it smile again saying welcome to you all to the poz carnival. After he said that the gate slowly started to open and we were all amazed at what we were seeing. Stay tuned for more to cum

I live in Chinatown in Portland Oregon. There’s quite the party life here. I live a couple of blocks from a [banned word] pornshop where I frequently go to suck some dick or get sucked sometimes get fucked and sometimes meet my dealer to get some clear. I was on sniffies the other day when I saw this pic of a white guy with a big hard dick and a very fit body. I’m a Latino with a fit body and average cock but a great bottomless hole. I hit him up and he works at this PDX hotel called canopy and said we could meet at one of the hotel rooms that were vacant. He could only get away for a 30 minute break. I was all set to go just looking at how hot the pics were. One of them was of him fucking a dude doggystyle all sweaty and shiny. He said mild to wild and I said me too. He asked me if smoked and I asked if he had favs to share and he said yeah. I was already on my way to the hotel. He said meet in room 707. No key or code needed just let yourself in. When I got there he was sitting naked in a chair by the bed, dick half hard, looking like he had been sweating for a while. Hot. Love chem sweat. Especially sweaty pits and feet. I got naked right away and kneeled in front of him. He said “take a hit first, you have to catch up”, and out the pipe on my lips and lit a lighter under the bowl and started melting the stuff. “Take a hit slow and long” and I did as he ordered. “Hold it, and then shot gun it to me” we did a back and forth a few times until I was running out of air. “Another, and this time blow it on my cock”. I did and as I was going down on his lubed up dick, he held me down and said “now exhale”. I tried but his dick was thick and I couldn’t exhale. I started to see black dots. He let me up and said “another”. Then reached for a plastic bag with a plastic spout on it. “Breathed it out into this”. Then he put the pipe in my mouth again and lit it up. Then he had me keep filling the bag until it was all cloudy inside. “Now breathe that in and out like you’re shotgunning the bag” While I did that he took a dropper bottle that was on a nightstand next to the chair. And he had me take a break from the bag and dropped 2ccs of g in my mouth and then made out with me. He reached down my already shiny and sweaty back and started fingering my hole with his sweaty finger. I felt something burn and I knew he had put quite the shard in my hole. “Let’s wait for the g and that bump to hit” and he had me keep emptying the cloudy bag in my lungs. I was so fucking spun and horny. I wanted cock.

Choosing the Right Bathing Suit to Trap a Big Black Bear Wesley Hughes McCall III looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. This wasn’t the one, he thought. This one didn’t send the message he wanted to send. It just looked like a bathing suit. No, Wes wanted something special. Wes wanted something that said “I want you to fuck me and spit in my mouth.” Wes knew he had a decent body. He’d been slight as a child, but years in the pool and hours and hours of diving practice had left him with a hard, defined torso and six pack, and, although he wished his chest were bigger, he had an ass he knew, objectively, was really good. Jamal loved his ass. Said it was better than most girls. Wes sighed. Most people thought Jamal was his best friend. His dad loved it that his son was best friends with the star quarterback, a scholarship student to boot, at Hillside Prep. His dad worked pictures of Wes and Jamal into his campaign literature. Dad thought it gave him cover as he voted over and over again in the Georgia senate to keep black people from voting, and to stop the evils of teaching that Southen white people had actually been fighting to preserve slavery in the Civil War. But what daddy would have been horrified to know was that Jamal and Wes weren’t friends. No, Wes was Jamal’s cock whore. Wes loved to spend hours sucking on Jamal’s 7.5 inch thick pole before Jamal fucked his brains out. But there were two things Wes found unsatisfying about Jamal. The first was Jamal wasn’t here and wouldn’t be in Atlanta for some time. He was in Los Angeles training for his first football season at USC. The second thing was that Jamal was young. And Jamal couldn’t rev up Wes anywhere near to what a 50-year-old grinder hookup could. And even then, Wes knew he had a thing for black and brown men. While an older white redneck could satisfy, nothing, and I mean nothing, made his little asshole pulse with desire like a big black daddy. Wes tried on the white one. Oh this was better. This one was a smaller size. The white nearly translucent, and it was smaller in the rear. The back hugged the dimples of his ass, letting the bigger bubble peek out. If this didn’t interest the man downstairs, then his cause was lost. It would prove that the man of his deepest fantasies, the man people called Big Ed was straight. God, Wes hoped he was wrong. He’d first met Big Ed at Grandma Claire’s house. Big Ed was really Edward Belley, one of the owners of Belley-McGrath Restorations. Grandma McCall had hired Ed to restore Grandpa’s 1957 Mercedes Gulfwing. It had been his favorite car and Wes thought it was cool as hell. Wes and been there when Ed had delivered it to his grandmother’s house. The car was immaculate, and Grandma teared up when she saw how perfectly they had restored the leather. “Golly,” she smiled, “This brings back good memories.” But Wes barely noticed the car because Edward Belley was breathtaking. Ed stood 6’ 5” at least, his black skin was very dark, and he was hairy—his forearms were covered in fur and chest hair peeked out from the top button of the expensive dress shirt he wore open at the throat with sleeves rolled up. His chest was massive, his shoulder broader than two and a half of Wes, and his hard daddy belly hung sexily over the alligator skin belt he wore. As Wes’s eyes traveled down, he almost gasped aloud. As the big man stretched up to show his grandma how smooth the wing doors closed after restoration. Wes caught sight of a cock from his deepest fantasies. Even soft, Wes knew, Big Ed had a massive snake. And right now Big Ed was downstairs, at his own house, restoring his dad’s 1970 Mercedes Benz 280 SL. And Wes was alone in the house and would be alone for a week. His parents and sister and brother were at the beach. Wes had stayed behind, ostensibly to go to diving practice. That was a lie, though. Wesley McCall stayed at home in Atlanta to trap himself a big black daddy bear. If Wes had been aware, he would have been less worried about the perfect outfit. Because Big Ed had chosen to restore the Benz in the McCall garage for a reason: little Wesley McCall. He’d been blown away when Claire Hayes McCall—one of the classiest steel magnolias Ed had ever encountered in his decades of dealing with rich Southerners—introduced him to her grandson Wes, his hot compact body and tight abs rippling under the perfect navy polo Wes was wearing. And when the boy had turned his back to check out the restoration of the back quarter panel, Ed nearly creamed his pants at the sight of the kids perfect divers ass in his tight khakis. And he’d seen Wes staring at his crotch more than once that day. And so he’d made up a bullshit story about upgrades at their facility in Alabama and brought a truck full of supplies to Atlanta to do Senator McCalls car. Big Ed heard the screen door of the house open and looked out the back of the garage. The McCalls had an eight-car garage set at an angle, with regular garage doors facing the winding drive and then big sliding glass doors facing the backyard and pool. These were show doors—so guests could admire the Senators collection of vintage and luxury cars. Wes came out of the house wearing a -tiny- white Speedo, a pair of sunglasses, and carrying a bottle of sunscreen. The kid glanced at the garage and then chose a chair by the pool that gave Ed a full on view. Slowly—and obviously—the kid put on the sun cream. While it looked a little cheesy—like something from a 1980s Falcon porn flick—when the kid started very slowly working the sunscreen into his back hamstrings and up into the bits of his pert ass that hung out of the speedo, Ed got rock hard. Ed pretended to ignore the kid. He knew the rest of the Senator’s family were gone for the week. And while he knew the kid claimed he stayed behind to work on his diving, the fact that the kid was putting on a sexy show in the backyard of his own house, in a pool chair obviously chosen so Ed could see everything the kids did,meant that Ed was going to be fucking that ass soon enough. And Ed knew about white boys who craved black daddy cock: if you made them wait, their little boy pussies got hotter and hotter until their desire was almost uncontrollable. And Ed liked pussies governed by uncontrollable desire, because those boys were ready to be corrupted. As the day wore one, the kid swam a bit, turning the swimsuit almost translucent. Wes lay on his stomach then, and Ed caught him pulling the sides of the suit up to show more of his ass. The kid was playing dance music now. And although he knew the kid wouldn’t do it—he was a fucking McCall and too classy for that—if the kid started dancing Ed was going to rip that suit off him and rape him right there outdoors by the pool. At around 3:30 in the afternoon, Ed decided it was his turn to play the game. He stripped off his shirt and made sure his semi was clearly visible in his jeans. He popped open a beer and stood by the open back sliding door of the bay closest to the pool. Ed smiled across at the pool and said, “How ya doing? It’s Wes, right?” Wes opened his eyes and sat up and smiled, and as he did so his little 6 inch cock sprang up rock hard at the sight of Ed’s bare chest. He closed his legs, and tried to act like nothing was happening and said, “Hey, nice day, huh?” “Yea, I’m Wesley and you’re Ed, right?” Wes continued, “You did the restoration of my grandma’s cool car.” Ed walked over and stood by the boy’s chair, towering over him. Wes looked up and smiled. “Where you doing a little show for me, with that sun cream,boy?” Ed demanded. “Yes sir, I was,” Wes said slightly sheepishly. “Why were you doing that?” Ed said. Wes smiled and looked him directly in the eye and said, “Because I was trying to get you to fuck me, sir.” Ed grabbed the kids hand and put it on his cock, suddenly rock hard. “Think you can take my big monster, Wes?” Ed said. “I’ve taken some pretty big dicks, but yours is huge,” Wesley said. Ed said, “You been on Grinder already?” “A few times, yes,” Wes admitted, “But Jamal used to fuck me a couple times a month.” “Jamal??” Ed laughed, “You got a thing for black dick, huh? Who’s Jamal?” “He was the quarterback of our school team,” Wes continued, “Our parents think we were close friends—and it started out that way Sophomore year, but by Junior year I was sucking him off and then that next Summer he started fucking me.” “So your family’s gone all week? Grandma coming over?” Ed asked, “Any friends coming over?” “Granny’s in San Francisco, everyone else is out of town,” Wesley said, with a big grin, “It’s almost like I planned it.” “So if I took you in that house right now we could stay naked for a whole week and no one would know?” Ed said. “Don’t you need to work on dad’s car?” Wes asked. “There’s no way I can finish your dad’s car here, it needs to be at my garage at home,” Ed said. “But your garage is being worked on?” Wes asked. “Nah, I just told your dad that,” Ed said, reaching down and giving Wesley a passionate kiss, “It’s almost like I planned it.” Ed reach into his pocket and pulled out a little baggy, “Ever done Tina?” “No, isn’t that meth?” Wes asked. “Yea, gays use it as a party drug. Makes little boypussies like you supercharged,” Ed smiled, “I know you think you’re horny now, but this will take you to another level. Your parents go security cameras out here?” “Turned ‘em off this morning,” Wesley smiled. “Excellent, turned around and bend over,” Ed said. Wesley turned around and put his hands on his knees. Ed grasped the boys perfectly ass, then slide the suit down below his cheeks. Ed spread them, getting his first look at the boys perfect pink hole. He kneeled and started rimming the boy, making Wesley moan with pleasure. He then reached with his long middle finger and stuck it deep in the bag coating it with way more Tina than he would normally give a first timer. “This will burn for a second, but soon you will feel great,” Ed warned, already sliding the finger into the boy to the root. The boy gasped and gave a little cry, “Oh, fuck.” Ed waited until the unmistakable signs were visible, and he started fingering the boy, relishing the boys velvet hole. “Oh god, that feels good sir.” Ed stood the boy up and kissed him, toying with the perfect little ass. “This is just the beginning. Get on your knees with your hands behind your back and wait here,” Ed commanded, “I am going to get my bag out of the truck, and then we are going to go inside the guesthouse and I am going to show you what real men do with pussy boys like you.” So Ed went and fetched his two big duffles full of sex toys, restraints, and party supplies. He smiled broadly when he saw the boy on his knees as directed. He stood in front of Wes, and pressed the boy’s face into his cock, straining against his tight jeans. “You wanna serve this cock, boy?” Ed asked, “Because once you’ve had Daddy Ed’s cock, you will never be the same.” “Yes, sir,” Wes said, “It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at Grannies.” Ed reached into his bag and pulled out a moderately-sized chastity device. “Do you know what this is, Wes?” “I’ve seen it in movies, sir,” Wes said, “It’s a chastity device although some call it a boyclit lock.” Ed laughed, “That’s right, sweet boy, Daddy Ed is going to lock up your boyclit. That will leave only on your mouth hole and your pretty pink boyhole. You will learn to only feel pleasure from your holes.” Ed reached down and affixed the chastity device over the boys little cock, leaving his balls free for Ed to squeeze and hurt. Ed led the boy into into the big guesthouse where Ed was staying. He guided the boy up to his room. Ed had Wes finish undressing him, and the boy spent a while smelling and tasting Ed’s armpits and furry chest—something he did without prompting. The boy grew starry-eyed at his first look at Ed’s uncut, 13-inch beer-bottle-thick cock. “I will teach you to deepthroat it, boy,” Ed promised. Wesley sighed and kissed the big cock, slobbering over the head, thrilling at the taste of copious precum the big bear produced. “Get on all fours in the bathroom,” Ed ordered, “facing the back wall. Then put your chest on the floor, close your eyes, and reach back along your sides and spread your hole. It’s time to clean you out.” “I am already clean for you sir,” Wesley said, “Please, sir, I need your cock.” Ed slapped the boy so hard Wes saw stars, “Never back talk me, always obey.” Wes nodded, “Yes, sir, sorry sir.” As the boy got into position, Ed reached into one of his bags and pulled out a large enema bag, a smallish plug, a small bottle of lube, some poppers, and a 5-liter bottle full of chempiss—it was several party weekends worth of piss he and his partners Tom and Julio had collected special for this trip. He walked into the bathroom, pleased to see the kids eyes were closed as he had ordered, and pulled the lid off. A powerful piss smell arose as he filled the 2.5 liter enema bag and closed the bottle back up. Lubing up the hose, he place it gently in the boy’s hole. “Use your ass to suck on the hose,” Ed commanded, “And tell me when it hurts.” Ed threaded about 5 inches in and the boy grunted. “Hurts, sir.” “Push out,” Ed commanded, and Ed gently pushed the hose through the boys second hole. The boy groaned but took several more inches. Ed pushed just a bit more and stopped and released the line, the boy wiggled and moaned. Ed doubted Wes had ever gotten an enema in his second hole before. The boy started moaning again, and Ed gave him the poppers. “Do you know how to use these?” Ed asked. “I’ve seen them in movie,” Wes replied. “Hold them under your nose and sniff,” Ed commanded. As they kicked in the boy was able to take a bit more and then Ed slid the line out to fill the boys rectum. The boy took most of the liquid before it became a struggle, Ed had him puff away on the poppers. When the boy had taken it all Ed slid in the plug. The boy soon began to feel the potent Tina, and started moaning. This gave Ed the signal to tease his hole with the plug. Jamal must have had a thick one, Ed thought, because the boy took two of his big fingers around the plug fairly easily. He had the boy stand up, a little bow-legged, and made him stand for a minute, then pulled the plug out and expel the liquid. He saved the rest of the chempiss for sometime later when little Wesley got tired. Ed then brought the boy into the shower and then Wes enthusiastically began bathing the big bear, the Tina and his own deep-seated fantasies making him stroke the big man’s body lustily. “Please sir, my hole is so hungry,” Wesley pleaded. “Please what, boy?” Ed asked. “Please fuck me, sir,” Wes whined. “I think you need a little bit more opening before I sink my big tool into your baby boy pussy.” When Wes nodded but made a little whine, Ed yanked Wes up on his toes, yanking him by his balls, the metal cage digging into his flesh, and spanked him hard, Ed’s hand big enough to hit both buttocks hard. He spanked and spanked, delighting in the way the boy whinnied like a horse and gave little cries. When the boy’s cheeks were bright, bright red he stopped. He noticed a steady stream of precum running out of the boy’s clitlock, and Ed smiled, “What did I say about no back talk?” Ed played with the boys ass for a little over an hour. Gently fucking him with several small dildos, some beaded. He really did want the boys big stretch to be most his own huge cock, but he wanted to build the boys hunger. He also just enjoyed using toys on the boy—there was something so sexy about a boy getting his butthole played with, especially a boy like Wes who was already well into understanding that his boyhole was a pussy hole. Ed slipped the head of his well-lubed cock in Wesley’s pink pussy. Wes moaned, and arched his back. “I was going to tease you open to make it easier,” Ed said, “But you just can’t stop talking back.” With that he pressed hard, and went into the boy about three inchs. Wesley groaned, and stifled a little cry. Ed stayed perfectly still, let his cock relax slightly, and released a little stream of piss. After a second the boy moaned and Ed felt the velvet tunnel, virgin to anything the size of his tool, open slightly. Suddenly hard as a rock again thinking about what he was going to do next, Ed grabbed the boys waist firmly and speared in to boys quim about three more inches, straining against the boys second hole, the boy’s rectum straining to find a place to put all of that hard black cock. The boy’s mouth opened and this time he did scream, his body completely rigid. “I can make it hurt like this every time,” Ed promised, his voice low with menace, “Or you can keep that pretty mouth shut and do what daddy says the minute daddy speaks.” Ed, famous for his bladder control when hard, now filled the boy with a small pool of potent chempiss. Ed moved his cock slightly, trying to coax piss into that second ring. Ed stayed perfectly still, the boy panting, his ass struggling, and then the big booty bump from earlier connected with the big chempiss enema and the little pool of fresh chempiss, and the boy pushed back. “Push out around my cock, baby,” Ed ordered. As Wesley did he unwittingly welcomed the chempiss into his second hole, and so welcomed a lifetime of pussyfication at the altar of Ed’s cock. Ed waited until the chempiss spasmed deeper into the boy. Ed could feel the conflicts in the boys hole, as the chems sent messages the body couldn’t interpret. He pressed onward, seeking the inner gate. He was being cruel but the boy had asked for it. Finding the entrance, he commanded the boy to push back again. And Ed slid into the boys second hole. He waited, as the boy bucked and panted beneath him, for the boys hole to reconfigure and allow Ed’s huge tool to straighten it. He was in a good 8 inchs by now. Wes was having trouble, but it was clear Jamal had had a pretty decent cock, because most boys would be begging for him to get off. But Wesley, clearly, wanted the cock. Ed was very big, though ,and Ed could see the conflict between hunger and pain on the boy’s face. He decided to go slow, there would be plenty of time to hurt the boy over the week, to show Wes his true nature. He very very slowly began to fuck the boy, the piss sliding around and adding extra lube. After a few minutes, Wes began to make little sounds of pleasure between moans of pain. Ed slow fucked him for a while,getting his hole used to the big cock. Ed climbed up on the bed, pushing the boy down flat on the bed and pushed his cock in all the way. The boy was clawing at the air, crying out, but there was no way he could do anything against the huge black bear’s brutal assault. Ed could feel Wes’s hole throb and struggle, and then suddenly, after a few minutes of relentless fucking, Ed battered the boys inner space open. “There, boy, feel that?” Ed said, his voice thick with please, “There deep inside, that’s where daddy belongs.” Acting on instinct to protect his body from pain, Wes was grabbing at the sheets, trying to get away. Ed grabbed the boys hips and kept grinding. The boy crying “oohh, ohh, ohh.” Ed knew that for this fuck and the next several the boy would never get used to his big cock. Hell, he hoped the boy never did—his tight hole was amazing. Ed fucked the boy deep, keeping Wes flat on the bed for a while until he felt the boy’s hole loosen. Ed picked the boy up—loving that the little body was so easy for him to control—and had the boy stand with his arms on the back of a little chair. And now Ed really went to town, pile driving his cock up into the boy, each deep thrust driving his cock all the way up deep inside Wes’s hot insides. Soon both Ed and Wes were dripping with sweat. And then Ed saw the change. The boy didn’t stop crying out “oh” every time he was penetrated to his core, but he did start to make little moans of pleasure. Ed picked Wes up and threw him on his back on the bed. He squirted the boys hole with lube and handed him the poppers. “I am going to keep fucking, and I am going to need to fuck you harder,” Ed said, “So sniff on those and it will open your little boy hole up.” Ed then fucked the boy for over an hour, bending the boy into every position: the boy on his back, Ed slamming his huge cock—swollen to the point of bursting—into the boy, jack-hammer fucking him. Wes on his hands and knees, doggy-style. Wes up in the the air, Big Ed holding him like a sex toy as he rammed Wes’s boypussy over and over. The poppers helped Wes to take the punishing fuck, but every time Ed pulled out and slammed his cock all the way home, doing this over and over again, Wes cried out. Wes soon learned to use the poppers, and got into the fuck, and spent the last half hour begging to have his boypussy destroyed. After Ed came—one of the most earth-shatteringly amazing orgasms of his life, his seed spilling for what felt like 10 minutes into the twink—he fingered the boy, delivering a small bump of Tina, and then swiftly slammed a medium sized plug into the boy. Wes cried out and grabbed with his hands at his tender hole, but then he just lay panting. “Boy cunts always clean Daddy’s cock after they are fucked,” Wes said “Want to make sure all of daddy’s precious seed is inside you.” Ed taught Wes to clean his cock all over, to make love to Ed’s tender cock head inside the long foreskin. He taught him to keep his blue eyes trained on Daddy as he did so. Ed so wanted to see the kid drink his first load of piss, but thought that might be pushing it this early. He needed little Wes a little bit more fucked up for that. He laid Wes out on the bed, smiling to see the new bump of Tina was already having its intended effect of making Wes’s boypussy hungry again. Ed stepped into the bathroom and added his fresh load of piss to the bottle that he or one of his partners would use later to ramp the boy up for some hard use. Ed and Wes rested on the bed. The boy snuggled in tight to the bigger man. “You like the way Daddy fucks you?” Ed asked. “So big, sir, so deep,” Wes said, then he said, “But I need it again, daddy, need to be stretched.” “Don’t worry, boy” Ed said, idly scratching the boys blonde hair, “ Daddy’s going to fuck and fuck and stretch your boy hole. I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know to please a man.” Ed made Wes tell him every fantasy he’d ever had. He made Wes show him the search history on his phone and describe every type of porn he’d looked at. Most of it was older/younger with lots of daddy/son, but after prodding he finally admitted he’d watch much rougher stuff. He made Wes show him every movies in his Xhamster favorites, and Ed noticed there was plenty of piss and spanking and everal videos where twinks got fisted. Ed and Wes watched the movies on Wes’s favorites list, and Wes started to get really horny. Ed toyed with the boys hole, gently fucking him with the plug, then tossing the plug aside, he began using his big fingers. “Please fuck me, daddy,” Wes pleaded, “I need you inside me.” So Ed made love to the boy, slowly entering him and gently fucking, kissing him passionately. Wes enjoyed this, kissing back, gazing deeply into Ed’s eyes as the big cock began to slowly move around. Ed taught him how to squeeze and push out, to milk and pleasure daddy’s cock, the passion building until both the big bear and the younger twink were thrusting—Ed driving in, to penetrate deep, and Wes pushing his narrow hips back to welcome the thick beast. Ed began changing the angles of his fuck, breaking new ground, as Wes began grunting with each hard thrust but his eyes never left the bears big face, pleading for the fuck. At one point, Wes experienced his first locked orgasm, his seed dribbling down, Ed laughed and said, “I told you your boypussy could give you more pleasure than your little boy cock.” The little orgasm made Wesley increasingly cunted boyhole spasm and grasp around Ed’s big cock and Ed suddenly exploded into another big orgasm. Ed plugged the boy and lay back down to relax, Wes immediately honing in and without prompting began to lovingingly clean and worship the man’s relaxed but still huge tool. After they rested, Ed had the boy kneel. Ed used handcuffs to pull Wes’s wrist together behind his back, loving how the position made the boy’s little square defined pics stand out. He had the boy suck him, and then gently taight him to take a facefuck. The boy tried hard but struggled, coughing, as fluid poured out of his mouth. Ed relented and gave the boy some hits of poppers, and then thrilled as the boy’s throat opened. Ed forced him down repeatedly on his big cock, being intentionally cruel, wanting to get the boy used to being a cock slave. Ed slipped a collar around the boys neck and snapped a leash on, laughing as he saw the now steady stream of precome leaking from the boy’s locked clit. He led Wes into the bathroom, enjoying how he struggled to crawl on two knees. He then picked the boy up and placed him in the shower facing forward. Ed said, “Time to make your fantasy a reality,” and slipped his cock into the boys throat. “Seal your lips, and don’t swallow until i give you permission.” He then gave Wes his first mouthful of piss. Ed fed the boy mouthfuls of piss. Wes struggled every time he swallowed and gagged a bit, piss running down his shoulders and perfect little biceps. Ed was relentless, making Wes gargle with the piss,his face alternating between loving the submission demanded and disgust at the flavor. Finally Ed just stuck his cock down the boys throat and let the piss flow. Wes struggled but Ed kept his face in place with an iron grip. “Don’t worry boy, plenty of time for more practice later.” Ed pulled his cock out and pissed all over the boy, wetting his hair and body. He then gave the boy a final mouthful, making him hold it in his mouth for several minutes before letting him swallow. Ed told Wes to rest his ass on the back of his legs and left the boy on the shower covered in piss with pools of piss around him and the taste of Big Ed’s piss on his tongue, his head bowed as directed. Ed closed the door, making sure the piss smell would permeate the room and lay down on the bed.

Part 3 I was scared. I'd wanted one thing out of tonight, just one fantasy and everything was turning out wrong. Sure up until now it was super hot, but fuck, Nick had just told me he'd given me drugs, he was keeping me for who knows how long, and he wasn't going to respect my safeword. I was fucked, even more so than his huge cock had already done. I lay there shaking with fear, as much as I could with Nick's ropes wrapped all around me. I could feel my body changing and I knew it had to be the drugs, though I couldn't say it was one or the other. I felt like I was heating up from the inside, and I could absolutely still feel the warmth in my gut from all of Nick's piss. It felt like it was surging through my body in waves. I started crying underneath the pillowcase on my head. After awhile, and I have no idea how long, I heard Nick come back into the room. I was definitely feeling the drug - I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin...I was too warm and sensitive. It was kind of pleasant - kind of itchy, and I just wanted to rub against the ottoman. But then Nick touched me and I'd never felt anything better in my life. His hand on my skin was absolutely heaven. I was whining and moaning as his hand slid across my body. "I'd say he's pretty well and fucked up by now, Nick." A new voice was chuckling....a very very deep voice, and then a second pair of hands starting touching me. "Yeah, D, gotta make him feel good so he wants it." I felt their hands undo the ropes around me, and stay rubbing over my skin as they did so. It was so amazing...I was twisting my body to try go chase their hands. I just wanted to be touched and rub. "Nick, man, I think your little pussy is in heat, here. This is crazy". "Doesn't surprise me. This is the first time he's gotten high, at all. He doesn't know what to do with himself. Take off the blind and let's move this along." D pulled the pillowcase off my head and kneeling in front of me was this giant of a black man. He could make Nick looks small, even with all his muscles. But this man...."Wow! You said he was pretty, but this boy is one gorgeous little girl." I grinned, I know it. I was always a sucker for a compliment and as D held my face up to him, I looked up with all the adoration my glassy eyed gazed could do. He chuckled, "His eyes are so blown, right now...just the best damned sight in the world on a pretty thing like this." They helped me up, and while I couldn't exactly stand on my own after the prolonged bondage and the drugs, but Nick and D helped me to the shower. They stripped down and all got into the shower with me and the blast of warm water of my skin was a feeling I'd never forget. While their hands washed me, someone removed the plug from my hole and I emptied there in the shower, and they used a hose to rinse my insides out. After the shower, they dried me off and led me to another room. It was darker than the rest of the house, especially after the lights of the bathroom, but they led me to a sling in the middle of the room and got me situated. My legs were put up in the stirrups, and I could feel them being secured in. "D, leave one arm free for now....we're going to need that", and while my body was being rubbed all over, I felt one wrist be cuffed to the chains holding the sling. Nick brushed my hair away from my face and looked in my eyes. I tried to focus as much as I could. "Now, faggot, we're going to play gently with you a bit....until you surrender. And by that, you're gonna have to say the words, "I surrender to you, Master". Do you understand me?" I tried to let it sink in what he was saying, I was nodding. I felt a pair of hands turn my head to the other side, and I was looking at D again. "Listen to Nick, boy. We're gonna to make you feel so fucking good you're gonna beg us to do anything you want. That what he wants. He wants permission from you to do absolutely anything to you he wants. And you're gonna give it him. And to me. And if you don't....." D had me entirely captivated....his hand was so large it felt like it covered my entire face...."and if you don't.....then Nick's gonna give you to me, and I fucking don't care if I have permission." That last part sounded like growl, and I heard myself moan as his words penetrated my hazy mind. I heard him chuckle, "Nick, I think this pussy boy is darker than you let on.....maybe you should just give him to me and skip all this surrender bullshit." "No, D, you know I what I like....he's going to beg for it first." "Alright, but fuck man, I'm ready to go." Nick laughed, "I know, but we got all weekend." I felt them moving around me and I keened and whined anytime they dragged their rough hands across me. I could feel someone at my head and someone move between my legs. A blindfold went over my eyes, and I felt a rag cover my mouth. When I inhaled, I knew it was soaked in some poppers. "That's right, faggot. Deep breaths....in and out." I felt lube on my hole and a thick finger slid inside me...in and out.....then a second. The rag was removed and someone put a heavy ballsack in my face. I immediately started licking and sucking on it. Hands traced over my body, making me feel in heaven. The musky scent of a man was in my nose and mouth, and my hole was being rubbed from the inside. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Too many sensations, and yet not enough. The hands on my body went from rubs, to slaps, to pinches. All of it driving me crazy and not knowing which was coming next. I felt little pinpricks rolls across my chest and abs. My ass was on fire, not from anything big....no more than two fingers ever was inside me, but feeling them drag across the inside of my ass....slowly in and our....sometimes around from the bottom to the top...sometimes, on either side of one another pulling my hole open. I could feel the cool air of the room hit my insides and it was driving me crazy. I tried to fuck myself on those fingers. Anything to get more. "That's right faggot, I see you wanting more inside you. D was right you're just a pussy in heat. And this pussy belongs to me, now". That meant it was Nick between my legs, and as he said this, D pulled back and covered my face with the popper rag again. A few hits later, and I was floating even higher, but this time it was removed and D slid his fat cock into my mouth. "MMMMM...that's it pretty girl....just my head though. You only get more when you surrender to Nick. But just keep licking up all my precum and suck on me like a lollipop." I was floating with all these slight sensations all over my body, and moaning like the complete whore I was being reduced to. "D, I want you to clamp his nips and bring me the cold chain." D was pinching on my nips and I felt him pinch hard and then a clamp went on them. I moaned and tried to get away, but the pain faded quickly. He added the second one, and then as it was fading into pleasure on my body, he did something to the first one and it tightened, with each movement a sharper pain sliced up my body and I whined. He repeated this with the other and stepped away. In a moment, I felt Nick's fingers leave my hole, and I lay there untouched feeling a very soft breeze across my sensitive skin. I felt them come back to me and knew both of them was between my legs, as one played with my hole and another rubbed up and down my legs. "Look at this little faggot cock, Nick. Fucker ain't even hard." He was laughing at me. "Nah, D, pussy faggots don't get hard. They know their cocks aint worth nothin and it's this sweet little cunt that drives them crazy." Since it was D, I assumed playing with my cock now, I felt him start to wrap something around the base of my balls and around my soft shaft. "Mmmm. Getting this tied up out of our way. He won't bet getting hard for a long time anyways." I jolted in the sling as I felt something ice cold against my hole. They both laughed, "got that his attention, didn't it!" I had no idea what it was, but it was cold and hard. Nick, I'm assuming, rubbed it all around my hole and then gently pushed it in. The cold was a sensation that was maddening against my burning up insides, but Nick slipped it past my ring. And there was more. As one bit went inside, I could feel another at my hole. My mind thought anal beads, but then I clicked that someone said chain. It all made sense...Nick was shoving a length of chain up my ass! "hahaha. I think he's figured it out, Nick!" "I figured it would click in a moment.....you're doing so good pretty boy. How does it feel? How does this cold heavy chain feel in your cunt?" My head feel back and D moved back around towards it. "Remember, pretty boy. Just beg and surrender, and all this teasing will stop. Then we'll fill you up with more cock and cum than you've ever imagined." Nick was slowly dragging the heavy chain out of my ass now. The weight was something very real and the bumps and ridges as it pulled out was driving me crazy. D started pulling on my clamped nipples, making me remember they were even there. Then they both were talking over each other, "Surrender to us, boy" and "Give it up, let us own you and have you", and "You belong as a faggot, owned by two real black men", and "We can tease you like this and never give you what you want, or you can surrender and give us everything." I couldn't take it any more. I was over stimulated, but not getting enough to satisfy what I felt like I was needing. "Oh yeah....cry those pretty tears for me, faggot. You know they make me so hard....D loves them even more." "You want to cry for us more, pretty boy?" D's voice was soft in my ear. "You want to feel so consumed and wrecked that I'm the only one who can put you together again?" I whined to him. "Just say it....give Nick permission....beg him for it." I cried out, "Please, Nick...please!" My voice was broken, "I s-s-s-surrender!" D growled and bit my neck where he was still leaning down to me "MMMM. you just fucked yourself, faggot. And I'm going to love every fucking minute of it" Nick pulled the chain from my hole and they both stepped away. I was crying laying there. And then I felt them both step back over to my side. "Nick, hold his arm tight and secure." I didn't know what was happening. D, I'm assuming, wrapped something around my upper arm, and I felt him wipe in my elbow. My mind caught up, oh fuck, they were going to inject me with something! I struggled a bit. "Don't fight this faggot, or you'll end up dead!" I froze and when I did I felt a prick in the soft of my elbow. A second later it was gone, and my arm was raised above my head. I felt a heat and metal taste in my throat and coughed, and then.....FUCK FUCK FUCK! I couldn't breath....I couldn't catch my breath.... Searing pain went through my chest as someone ripped away the clamps on my nipples and I screamed. "HAHAHAHAHA that got him breathing, all right. Fuck that was hot to watch!" If I thought I was overstimulated before, I was like a live electrical wire right now, but it felt like my hole was literally trying to eat something, it was spasming so much. "Take off the blindfold, Nick...I want to see this faggot's eyes." I tried to blink my eyes, and when I opened them, I couldn't focus. I saw both of them looming over me, someone held my head up by my hair. "fuck yeah, that's pretty. Nothing sweeter than giving a boy his first slam and watching all the color disappear from his eyes, getting swallowed up by those dinner plates of pupils. He's barely even with us anymore. Just fucking perfect." My head fell back. D moved back between my legs and played with my hole some "Oh yeah, this cunt is opened up and hungry, Nick." "Well man, you know I love watching you do this part....what do you want?" "Bring me those two over there....go back to his head and dose the rag again....we're gonna need those." Nick stepped away and in a moment he was back. I looked up at him, trying to focus on him. He slapped me hard across the face, "don't even fucking look in my eyes, again, faggot. Time to learn your place!" My face stung, and felt the sling start to move. D was stepping forward and his body was pushing the sling up. He and Nick started swinging me...back towards Nick and then letting me go and feeling D stop me as he stood between my legs. "Give him the rag, Nick". The rag covered my face and Nick just draped it over me. Like before, I couldn't breath without a hit of it, and they started to hit quickly. I felt the head of D's cock against my hold. He was nudging against it, using my weight and gravity of the sling to force my hole open around it. Between the drugs and the poppers it didn't take much, and when he slipped in, I moan....he moaned, and I think even Nick moaned. They kept the swinging up - D's head popping in with each swing back and out with each swing up. He wasn't even touching me or pushing in. He and Nick just kept swinging me on and off his cock, and with each drop back he went deeper and deeper. And then it hurt. I winced and cried out. "Well, D, I think you found the second ring"....Nick sounded amused as D's cock battered that part of me once....twice....three times with the swing. "He ain't opening up for me, man....I think I need to remind this faggot where he is." On the next down swing, D grabbed my thighs and when he hit that tender spot inside and I cried, he yanked on my legs ramming his way past it and bring me flush against his body. I screamed again, "Peach! Peach! Peach!". I could feel the tears running down the side of my face. And they both laughed. D did it again....and again, and I was yelling and crying and D held me for a moment, while Nick leaned over again, pinching off my nose and covering my mouth, "Faggot, I told you that you don't get safewords anymore. So that little 'peach...peach...peach' don't mean fucking nothing to us. And those pretty cries and tears just make us want to hurt you even more." I couldn't breath...between the pain in my gut and the burn in my lungs, I struggled in the sling. And they just laughed around me. Nick removed his hand before I blacked out and moved the popper rag over my face again. They went back to the swinging - this time I was all the way up and when I swing back towards D, I took every inch of his cock, only stopping when I settled against him. This went on a few minutes and then Nick held me at the top of the swing again. He put the popper mask over my face again, which meant it wasn't coming off for a little bit. Then I felt D back at my hole again, but it didn't feel like the head of his cock. For a minute, it was there...then it felt like just his cock and I felt him slip inside....but Nick didn't let me go....instead of D's cock filling me up again, I felt something else pushing the rim of my ass. "Open up faggot....let it in!.....come on!". I could feel my hole start to stretch around it....a dildo I was guessing, and I whimpered. I felt Nick step back and pull my head up by my hair and he slapped me hard again "LET HIM IN!". With the pain of the slap, I felt my hole clamp up, but immediately it relaxed and a pain ripped through my body as D got the head of that dildo inside me with his cock. "Oh yeah...that's what I'm talking about it....Let him slip down, Nick". And then Nick let me go. My weight was wanting to swing back towards D, but I had his giant cock and a dildo in my hole and gravity hadn't won yet. D started making shallow little thrust, pushing himself and the dildo deeper, with the weight of the sling helping force my body to accommodate them both. I was crying, and panting. I'm sure my eyes were wild. Nick grabbed my throat and squeezed...."Oh yeah, pretty thing....you're getting stretched out and taking them both as deep as D wants you, too, and you can't stop him. You can't stop anything we do to you." He let up and I sucked in air....of course through the popper mask making me even higher. I could feel D and the dildo going deeper and deeper. They were getting into the rhythm of the sling again, slowly splitting me open. I felt them hit my second hole again and I winced. I had gotten used to D's cock that deep, but now it was going to stretch wider. "Lights out, Nick....." I didn't know what that meant, until Nick squeezed my neck again....he held me there as D tapped against that second hole....and then I blacked out. When I came to, Nick wasn't at my head, and I felt like I had a baseball back up my ass to my throat. I could see them both between my legs. "Welcome back, faggot...that was awfully nice of you to not fight me that time." I was confused, but then I realized Nick had choked me out and D had used that to force the double fucking past my 2nd hole. I could feel myself still spasming around them, even that deep. "Fuck that pink hole looks so pretty stretched around all that black cock. D, it's almost pure white where it pulls up around the dildo." "You should feel this pussy gripping me, Nick....like a fuckin' vise. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you gave me a virgin." They laughed.... "I wonder....", Nick said....and I started to feel his thick fingers tracing around my hole.....I was almost limp in the sling, and then Nick pushed a finger inside my hole, too....right where D's cock rested against the dildo....and slipped in it to his knuckles and tugged....tugged outward. I yelped. "Shut the fuck up, faggot!.....actually, now to think about it...." I felt his finger slip out and he stepped away. A moment later, he came back up to my head and pulled the popper mask away. "I need to redose that anyway" and he tossed it down towards D. I heard D fumble with the bottle and heard him open it up. Nick grabbed my hair and shoved a small penis gag in my mouth. "That oughta keep things down some...hand me the mask again, D"....Nick slipped the mask over my face after he secured the gag. There was nothing more I could do....I was silenced and as a breathed through my nose, the poppers worked their way into my system and I floated away again. The swinging pattern started up again and I felt myself slide off and then back on, slowly the double fucking I was getting. I don't know when, but at some point, my body just accepted it all, and I was sliding easily on and off D's cock and the dildo. "Fuck yeah, Nick....this faggot is riding both of these now.....he's gonna be such a good fuckin whore for us." "Let's fill him up, D, and then we'll take a rest while he gets really opened up." I felt the dildo slip out of my hole and then D started fucking me. No more swinging up and down on his cock. He held my thighs and fucked me with brutal strokes. The chains rattled with each thrust, and I was biting down on the gag and moaning. After a few he roared, "FUCK YEAH, FAGGOT! TAKE MY LOAD!"....I could feel him spasming inside me as he buried himself deep and rode out his orgasm. No sooner than he pulled out did I feel Nick take his place and pound my hole again to give me another of his loads. When he pulled out, he said "I think we need roll that over here and see how he handles it, before making a few phone calls."....I couldn't see what was going on, but I could hear them moving stuff over...something heavy. "Redose the poppers in the mask, D"....and I saw D walk over and take the mask off me, and do as Nick asked. When the mask went back on, the fresh poppers hit me. "Hold him up, D....let me get this positioned right". I swung back up and I felt like I was going to swung back and forth again. "Ok....ease him forward"....and D let me slip down some. I felt a dildo slip inside my ass, and heard a machine turn on. They were going to use a fuck machine on me! I couldn't focus to much as the poppers were strong and hitting me good. "Bring him on down"....and I went down and a 2nd dildo joined the first..... D stepped away and went back towards Nick. "Fuck this is pretty, Nick....you gonna switch it up to go deeper?" "Yeah, man....all of it will be going here in a few.....start a video so we can put up an ad." Nick must have adjusted something because the machine started pushing deeper on each stroke.....and then I felt another dildo at my entrance. As the realization struck me, I grunted and squirmed. "Settle the fuck down, faggot....you ain't gotta do nothing but shut the fuck up and take it." The third dildo head was pushing the sling away, since my hole wasn't opening up to take it, and I felt a bit of relief. I could deal with feeling it punch at my hole, knowing it couldn't actually get in....but that wasn't what Nick wanted. He moved around to the head and held me still, this time when the 3rd dildo hit my hole, Nick prevented me from swinging away, and it popped in. And then immediately out. The pain shot through me and Nick reached down and pinched my nipples to add to it. Then the dildo came back up and popped in again...then out....then in....I wasn't positioned enough for the 3rd dildo to push deep. It just kept toying with my hold...popping in and out as the other two dildos pumped deeper inside me. "Yeah....he's taking that third one in his hole nice and smooth now, man." "Excellent....one more adjustment and then we'll go make some calls and place an ad" Nick stepped back down and I heard him do something....this time when the fuck machine pushed in, it went deeper with all 3 dildos. I could feel each of them stretching a different part of my hole apart. I was struggling and making noises. I don't know how my body was handling this. And then the machine picked up speed and was going faster here....and deeper there....and the 3rd one was popping out entirely here and there before being forced back inside. "Everything I wanted to see....god damned nothing is hotter than this, man....let me set it on random and then we'll leave this cunt to adjust to his new life." A second or two later, the machine picked up speed again, and then it was going deep sometimes, shallow others....sometimes the 3rd dildo head would pop out and sometimes not. 1 of the dildos was always past my 2nd hole and another was just sometimes past it, depending on if it was a deep stroke or not. My body couldn't do anything except give up and just accept it. I drifted off, I think...between the drugs and the poppers and my body just giving up with the fuck machine abusing my hole with 3 dildos....I just let go. I came to hearing voices again....the machine was still fucking my hole and it had become my entire world....having it feel so wonderful reaching all those sensitive spots deep inside me. "Jesus, Nick....you weren't lying! Fucking hell that's filthy.....and I love it!". It was a voice I didn't recognize. I heard shuffling in the room, but I had no idea who was there, or even how many. Nick came back over to my head and pulled the mask off my face and took the gag out of my mouth. He held my head so I couldn't lift it up beyond where he had me; I couldn't see who else was in the room. "Say it faggot....say the words so all these men can hear you say it!".....I mumbled "I surrender."...it was a whisper and Nick didn't seem to like it. He slapped me again, "I said say it, you worthless cunt!"....I yelled, or at least I think I did, "I surrender!". "Sounds fucking good to me!" another voice. And with that, Nick put a blindfold on me, and put the popper mask on my face again, with fresh poppers, and I heard someone say "let's turn this up a little more." ........

He's my cousin's child and I'm also his godfather (in Greece that's a big thing). Some days ago she called me really upset. She would always call me for medical "emergencies" like oh I forgot to take this vitamin today am I going to die? She's being doing this from when I started medical school when I was 20. Now she was more upset than ever. She asked me to see me at my place. I was like "what will it be this time". And she said that my nephew is gay. That was quite a shock. I haven't told her that I'm gay either (I'm a coward I know). I felt "guilty". The same guilt that I was feeling when my mother was asking me if I'm a fagot when she saw a magazine with a shirtless dude on my desk. She said that she believes her nephew not only is gay but he's also having a bf (I was like that's lovely everybody wants a bf). She said that I should examine him. I explained her that being gay is not a disease and since it's not one it can't be somehow "examined". If he's gay that can't change. What we can change is accept him and make him feel safe. She said that he should see a therapist. I told her that if he feels like it, then he should but not to turn straight. He will discuss things that worry him. If she has trouble with gays, she should have therapy. I talked with him yesterday. I told him that I love him and I will always protect him. He said that he knows. I felt very happy when I heard that. He told me that he's gay, that he has a bf and that he's very worried about how his mother will react. He cried his heart in my arms. We also have the issue that his mother doesn't want him to be an architect but his mother won't pay for drawing classes (here you need to take drawing classes for 1-2 in parallel with school because you are examined in these but never taught). I told him not to worry and that I will pay for his classes. He cried even more. I didn't tell him about me being gay. I told my bf though that there's a slight chance I adopted my nephew.

On the road till Saturday this week and met an older guy at the cheapest motel in a truck stop town. My job got postponed for the day so I headed down to the poolside and we struck it up. Divorced from a guy, but wants to keep the ring and resize it for a different finger. Big southern accent, very nice ass, and absolutely hilarious to hang out with. He invited me up to his room for a beer and was pretty forward about play. I dont usually go for older guys (mostly low self confidence) but he got me out of my swimtrunks and down his throat so fast I didnt have a chance to protest. Very experienced deepthroat that had me dripping. Very verbal too. He told me to 'wait here son' and came back from the bathroom with the hotel hand lotion and I sort of figured what he wanted to do, but he didnt seem to care and just said 'lemme crank that hog.' He was buttering me up, telling me I had a real horsecock, working my balls and saying 'I bet you fuck reeeeeeal good doncha' had me right at the edge just before he lubed himself up and hopped onto the edge of the bed on his hands and knees. 'Go on now. Dont be shy, get that dick up on in' and I was sort of hesitant since I didnt know his status but he was fingering a real nice bubble ass. I didnt last long at all and he didnt seem to mind me blowing my load so fast. I started to get up but he told me 'Just hang around a little I know ya got more in there. Put it back in when ya want. I got all day to drain that fuckin' hog.' We talked a little more, and I asked his status but he said he didn't keep track, so I was getting a little nervous but he noticed it got me a little hard when he talked about it and just kept going on about how good my dick felt. Round 2 came pretty quick. ' lemme milk that hog right, now...' And his legs were up. I lasted a while longer and pulled out just long enough for him to worry I guess. 'Your nuts look tight dont make a mess now just keep going, I want it.' His fingertips were tugging me back, so I gave a few more pumps and he seemed pretty happy to see me dump another load We fucked maybe four or five times.

For the first time, I dared to defy his instruction. Instead, I stood up to kiss him, my hands still holding his dick and cradling his balls. Our mouths met in fiery passion, tongues swirling and lips pressed against each others'. "Thank you." I said, once our mouths had parted. "You're welcome, boy. Are you chasing?" "Sort of. I've been hoping to find someone like you. You're my first gifter top. I've never had an unmedicated load," I told him. I blushed and looked away. He grinned and pulled my chin back towards his, kissing me again. "I'm glad I'm the first. You're my first, too. Chaser, I mean. I only converted a couple months ago." I stared at him with wide eyes. "Thank you, Sir," was all I could think to say to him. "Back on the bed." I did as I was told. I moved half a step back, laid down and pulled my legs back to my chest again. I watched, as the attractive man grinned at me and got on his knees. My dick started to leak more clear liquid again, when my new favourite person pushed two fingers inside me. "There's two, boy. You want three?" He asked. "Mmhm," I moaned back at him. I was enjoying two, but knew his dick had stretched me out. I wanted more. He was working my cunt so well with just two, I was dying to know what he could do using more. I felt an extra finger, moaning at him again, enjoying the feeling of him working his poz load inside my hole. "That's four. You're gonna take a fist, soon!" "Yes, please! I want your fist up my cunt. Stretch me out, Sir!" I felt him pull out completely and swap hands. As I opened my mouth to moan for the swap, his first hand came up to my face and he forced his four fingers into my face. I slurped on his fingers, sucking his load into my throat. I moaned at him in ecstasy. I was loving his dominant stance and I was loving his sleaze. I wanted to take everything he had to give me. "Mmmm," I moaned around his fingers. "What was that, boy?" He asked, pulling his hand back from my face and began using it in tandem with his other. "Fuck, Sir. You're using me so good. You're making me so hot. Thank you. Don't stop," I blathered. I couldn't stop. He was making me feel so good and I wanted him to know. The muscle bear kept working my hole with his hands, while my mouth encouraged him and moaned in pleasure. I kept using the poppers he had given me earlier, keeping my hole relaxed. I felt a turning point, once he had been spitting at my hole and his hands for almost a full minute. "I need you to huff those poppers a few times, boy. Big breaths, or you won't get my fist tonight." I almost panicked. I wanted his fist so bad but was scared of the lack of lube. I knew I wasn't in charge, so had to accept I was getting fisted with only spit and his cum as lube. I decided to trust the poppers and took a deep breath, holding it. I let it go slowly, before taking another and repeating the process a third time. I murmured my assent to him, nodding and making eye contact. His knuckles pushed hard against my hole, while I tried to relax, letting his fist inside me. My moans turned to deep growls as his twisted his hands slightly back and forth. I took another deep hit of poppers and felt his fist slide past my hole. "Good boy," he elongated the words, almost growling back at me. I couldn't form words, only deep guttural moans in reply. I nodded my head, making sure he could see I was along for the ride. I huffed on the brown bottle once more, before dropping it and holding my legs back, relaxing my hole and trusting the man with his hand inside me. My cunt was worked hard. The man alternated hands and speed. He directed me when to use poppers, how deep and how many breaths. I was in pig heaven. My hole was getting stretched out with a toxic load as the lube. My top spat on his hands over and over again, even getting me to join in the lubing process. I was incapacitated, barely able to move without his direction. Eventually, he slowed, only using one hand. I finally recovered from my stupor enough to look back over my dick at him. One hand inside me, the other on his own dick. "I'm hard again," he grinned. "Do you have another load for me?" I asked. "You fucking bet I do, boy. Ask me for it properly." "Poz me. Give me another toxic load, Sir. I want your strain." I told him. He pulled his hand out of my hole, making me growl again, as his lifted his other hand off his dick. He showed me both in the light of the TV, still playing porn. Both had streaks of red, the left, most recent from my hole had more. "Ask me again." "Fuck, Sir." My dick pulsed again. I didn't think I'd bleed. It was a done deal at this point. I was already eager, now I had no choice. "Infect me. Make me toxic." "Good boy," his smile was predatory and I loved it. The man stood up, his thick dick wet with my hole and what spit he'd offered and pushed himself into me for the second time. "You're so fucking loose boy. I'm gonna make you my boy. MY boy. You understand?" He asked me. "I understand," I told him. "I want to take your strain. I want your load, your toxic dick. Make me yours, Sir." "Fuck yes. Dirty little chaser. Bug chaser." I could only moan in pleasure back. I didn't know I'd enjoy being called a bug chaser so much, but I could feel my dick straining between our bodies. "Slow down. Slow down, Sir." I begged. "Let me enjoy my pozzing." "Oh, you wanna go slow? Savour my toxic cock?" He goaded me. "Yes, please. Yes please, Sir." He slowed his pace, pulling out further before plunging all the way back in, eliciting deep moans from me. "Tell me you want another toxic load, boy!" "I want another toxic load, Sir," I recited. "Give me everything you got!" I added. "Hnnnh," he stared down at me, before clamping his hands down on my throat. "Take that dick, boy. Take my dirty cock. You want my load? Dirty fucking bug chaser. Nasty little cunt. Look at you, offering your loose cunt up with no questions asked. No fucking PreP. Dumb little cumdump. Fuck! FUCK!" He yelled. I was in paradise. I ran my hands from his buttocks, up his back and over his shoulders. Down his arms, to his slick hands, back up to his pecs and down his torso. I rested two of my fingers on my hole, on either side of his girthy dick. I felt his hands lift from my throat and I gladly gasped for air. "Open your mouth." I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, making eye contact with the man inside me. He spat, slowly, letting a string of saliva stretch from his lips down to my open mouth, He spat again, breaking the string and spreading it out across my face. He chukled again. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir. Fuck that's so hot," I told him. "I'm getting close boy. Tell me you want it, bug chaser." "I want your gift, Sir. Infect me. Give me your bug. Please, poz me up. Please give me your toxic load. I want it. I want your load," I begged, round and round. I used every phrase I'd ever learned to ask him for it. "Hnnngh. Uhh. Fuck! Take it. Take my fucking load. Take my strain. Get it, boy. Get pozzed. I'm fucking pozzing you!" I felt his dick swell and pulse for the second time that night. I wrapped my legs around him, holding my hands on his ass, pulling him into me. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." I was halfway between a whisper and whimper. I held him there, inside me for the next few minutes, while he panted on top of me. I moved my hand up and down his back, caressing my gifter. I congratulated him and thanked him again and again. Ten minutes later, pulled his torso off me, grinned and kissed me. "Mm, you're a great fuck, boy. Don't tell me your name. You're just "boy" for now. Fucking hot. Suck me clean when I pull out," and collapsed back on top of me. My dick was still hard, pressed between us. After another few minutes, my new top pushed up, back and pulled out of me while standing up in one smooth motion. I knew my orders and followed them to the letter. I rolled myself down, off the bed, kneeling in front of my gifter and grabbed his balls, pushing his mostly soft dick towards my mouth. I sucked, cleaning every bit of wetness off him. I enjoyed it and from the sound of his moaning, so did he. As I sucked, I figured now would be my last chance to get off in his presence, so I started working my own dick. I concentrated on how loose and sore my hole was feeling and on how his dick had made me feel. I knew I had an unmedicated load inside me, two even and let myself get to climax as fast as I could. "Ah, ah, ah. Stop that. Stop!" He batted my hand away from my dick. "Let me." I stopped sucking and looked up, shocked. He'd been so dominant throughout our session, I hadn't considered him playing with my dick at all. "Get on the chair," he said. He pointed to the chair next to his bed. The wide, padded one I'd first found him on. "Pick your favourite pozzing porn. Or fisting. I'd prefer poz." I got up and moved to the chair, grabbing his phone and selecting a highly verbal pozzing scene. I sat how I'd found him, wide legs and dick pointing up. As he moved forward, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms under my legs. I was dragged to the edge of the chair and had my legs forced up again, like he was about to fuck me again. "Hold your legs," he told me, before grabbing my balls and swallowing my dick. He worked my dick like a pro, like I had tried to work his earlier. His eyes were soon streaming as he bobbed his head up and down. Just when I was getting close, he stopped and moved to work my balls. I loved it all, I had been moaning the moment he dragged me back down the chair. After my balls, he moved further down, onto my hole. I was loose and sore, but he made me crave more again. I could hear his moans and enjoyment, it turned me on even more. One last suck on my hole, before he held his tongue flat and moved himself all the way back up, over my taint, my balls and up my dick, to swallow it again. This time, he inserted three fingers and played with my prostate. He meant to make me cum and it only took him a minute. I couldn't help but drop my hands to the back of his head, with my dick in the back of his throat and his fingers manipulating me from the inside. "I'm cumming," I slurred, as my dick exploded and my hole clenched around his fingers. I pumped my hips into his face and he took everything I gave him. He was happy to take it. Once I'd stilled, he pulled his fingers out of my hole and offered them to me, shiny from his toxic loads. I gladly accepted, sucking them, as he had sucked me. He pulled his fingers out and met my mouth with his. We enjoyed a sloppy kiss together, while he lifted me clean from the chair and dropped me onto his bed, where he pulled me close and breathed a contented sigh.

A birthday to remember I took yesterday off from work for my birthday to be a slut. This was especially needed as I couldn’t play last week due to illness. For those of you who’ve read my previous posts, you know I am very close to some of my fwbs - some of whom I’ve known for 10+ years. Many of them were excited to help me celebrate. I went to Harlem to visit Craig. Craig is a 40+ sexy cub from the Midwest who’s been fucking me since 2011. For our 13 year relationship, we’ve only cancelled on each other once due to a thunderstorm and almost never have had bad sex. More importantly, Craig is very talented in the bedroom, is a tender kisser and lover, and knows how to ease into my tight bussy before pillaging it lol. We fucked in many positions before he bred me on my side. Loads 2-5. I walked from Craig’s to Howard’s. I’ve also known him since 2011. Howard & his husband took turns on my hole and gave me 4 loads altogether. I really love when Howard felches my cummy hole while I push out into his mouth. OINK I patroned a busy lunchtime orgy where I got fucked by 10 guys including my married 8.5 inch buddy who bred me on the sling. I was moaning for dream life & the chains clanging on the sling garnered a lot of attention haha. Left with at least 3 loads and bred this beautiful daddy who I’ve been talking to on Grindr. I was leaking all over. Daddy Gary stopped by after his downtown apptmt and fucked my sloppy wet hole. Bred me missionary. Afterwards, a muscle hottie named Justin came by on his late lunchbreak. After about ten sniffies messages, he was balls deep inside me with his thick cock telling me what a sweet pussy I had. Bred me on my stomach. College administrator Paul then came over. He made sure to indicate that he wanted me 1/1 as we hadn’t seen each other in a while. We made out like horny teenagers. He made me cum again after fucking me tenderly. Immediately afterwards, Tom stopped by. Tom is always punctual and probably doesn’t have sex with his husband. He relies on slutty fwbs like me to regularly unload in. He made a video of us fucking. Watching it back, I’m embarrassed how loud I am even while trying to keep it down for my neighbors lol. European Jeremy stopped by for a quickie. Jeremy has a lot of foreskin which feels amazing inside of me. He bred me within 5 minutes. Danny (thick black guy), Jesse (latin twunk), & Todd (white daddy) came over for an intimate small group. They all fucked me, but at this point my hole could use a break haha. Eventually, Jesse was in the middle of the train, I was in the end, & Danny & Todd took turns fucking & breeding Jesse. Jesse Bred me. I was totally happy to share 🙂 Cub matt came over with his big thick dick. He busted in me while I was on my side. J, beautiful otter who I met at a sex party, came by after the gym. Andy came over. Andy is a beautiful biracial? Cutie with a girthy cock and outrageous stamina. He brought me a birthday card and chocolates AWWW. I told him that I’ve been “celebrating” all day long and that I wanna be his cumslut, but I can’t go for our usual marathon sex. He understood the assignment and executed 💦💦💦💦 After getting some free birthday ice cream from a nearby restaurant, I went uptown to visit Emmanuel. E is Haitian, muscular, & A+ in bed. He gave me lots of birthday kisses and cuddles before annihilating me About 16 loads in, 2 loads given, & more dicks received, happy birthday to me 🎂🤗

I was browsing Grindr, not having much luck. I talked to multiple men, some I had met before, others I had not. None were accepting my offer of a hole to breed. Frustrated, I put my phone down and moved to my PC, planning on finding porn and using a toy for the evening. I started with bbrt, hoping for someone to take an interest. Signing in, my inbox was as good as useless; CumUnion and a non-starter "Oink!" message. Shifting my attention to the quick connect ads, I felt my eyes light up. "NEED LOOSE HOLE - HMU." I knew I had to message him, no matter the profile attached. I looked anyway. Clicking his profile name, I saw a man I couldn't resist. A muscle bear who enjoyed fisting and poz verbal. Same age as me, versatile and claimed a big dick, though had no dick pic. I didn't care about the lack of picture, as his being into fisting was enough, no matter his size. His face and body pictures showed an attractive man with great definition and plenty of body hair. I sent a message before I checked his entire profile, hoping I'd catch his attention and he'd want me. I was slim, stubbled and handsome. Not a twink, but not too far from the label. Tall, hairy and slightly muscled. Cub or otter, I couldn't say myself, but confident. While I waited for a reply, I continued looking at the man's profile. Very little detail apart from the fact that he was HIV positive. The line about poz verbal made more sense to me, then. I checked and rechecked his pictures, hoping he'd reply to the message I'd sent him. I checked the quick connect ad he'd posted a couple more times, along with my own profile and the message I'd sent him: "Loose hole looking." Had I been too direct? Should I have said "Hi" first? His reply came back within 15 minutes with an address and a phone number. I sent him a message, letting him know I was able to travel to him and I was still eager, that I'd set off to the address given within a few minutes. The man replied quickly, letting me know I'd be able to let myself in and that I should reply once I was outside his home and await instruction. I was already hard, but his message made my dick pulse. I got ready, ran down to my car and set off. The journey took me just over 30 minutes, when I check the time. I sent a fresh message to let my hook up know I was outside and awaiting his orders. I looked out my car window at the building. I was impressed, but surprised at the lack of security measures. No gates, open doors and apparently no one to challenge me just walking through the front door. My phone buzzed and I checked it immediately, excited for the meet I was about to have. "In the front door apt#2 on left door open strip inside come to bedroom listen for porn". My dick sprung up, I was ready for this. I got out of my car, walked to the front door, which was neither locked, nor manned and looked to the left. Apartment 2 was next to the main door and ajar. I walked towards it and pushed it open. Stepping inside, I closed it behind and began to strip. I slipped off my shoes, my jumper and t-shirt, followed by my jeans, socks and boxers. Stood naked in a stranger's hallway, I listened for the sound of porn. I could hear the sound of sex. Moans of a man in pleasure and a male voice talking to him, though I couldn't make out what was being said. I passed two doors and around a corner before I could see an open doorway and light projected on the wall in view. I could make out the voice, now. "You want my poz load? Fuck yeah. Take my dirty dick." Walking into the room, I saw the muscle bear in all his glory, sat on a wide, padded chair next to his bed. He was as handsome, muscular and hairy as his pictures showed. His legs were spread wide and his hand was working his hard dick, while he watched the pozzing porn on the screen behind me. I could barely believe my eyes, looking at his dick. He didn't lie, he was hung. Maybe not in length, but definitely in girth. I'd seen as long, but never as thick. "Get it wet, boy." He spoke to me, in a deep, sultry voice. I didn't wait to follow his instruction. I moved forward into the room, eyes glued to his member, and dropped to my knees in front of him. I leant forward and put my mouth over his head. My jaw was stretched and before I knew it, I had to wrap my lips around my teeth or I'd risk scratching him. "Good boy. You know how to treat a big dick, don't you?" He asked. I murmured assent, knowing he meant about my lips to avoid my teeth on his dick. I hadn't spoke a word to him, yet. That didn't matter, I knew I had to work his dick, or I'd regret it, despite his lack of threats. I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing me down his shaft. I worked hard, bobbing back against the pressure he applied, getting my spit further and further down him, towards his balls. I cupped them, pulled at them softly and switched hands over again, hoping it'd be something he enjoyed. When I was allowed up for air, I gasped with strings of saliva connecting me back to his head. I used my hands to roll back his foreskin and spread my spit down to his balls. His dick glistened in the low light of the TV behind me. I spat on his dick and moved my mouth back onto him. "Fuck yes, boy. Dirty cunt," he said to me. I replied with a happy noise and continued my work. I was told I had to get him wet and so I would. "That's enough lube, get on the bed," I was told. Eyes watering, I did as I was told. I got off my knees, turned and climbed on his bed, taking my chance to look at the screen. It was a compilation video of pozzing scenes. I recognised most of them, they'd been around for years. "On your back, boy," I heard from behind me. I flipped myself over and raised my legs above my head, pulling my knees to my chest. I looked the man in charge in the eye and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Good boy," he said as he dropped to his knees. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, as he started to eat my hole. I moaned as he squeezed my cheeks and forced his tongue into my hole. "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on and he worked my hole so well. He pulled away to say "you like that, boy? You want that cunt worked open?" "Yes, please," I moaned back to him as he dove back between my cheeks. He stood back up and turned to his night stand. Picking up a brown bottle, he uncapped it, sniffed it, then offered it to me, before spitting directly down onto his dick and moving his hips forward. I took the bottle and sniffed like he did. I sniffed again, knowing the stretch I was about to feel with only spit. I felt his head at my hole, pushing forward. "Oh, god," I managed, as his thick member forced its way into me. I huffed the poppers again, trying to adjust before he fucked in earnest. "Oh fuck yes, good boy." "Thank you, Sir. You're so fucking thick, start slow please." I begged him. He was kind, he started slow. I huffed poppers as he slowly got me used to his girth and spat on his dick every few thrusts. Hearing the poz porn from the TV, and watching his body over me turned me on. I loved watching and feeling him spit on his dick while he was still inside me, getting me ready for what was to come. "You feel nice and loose now. You ready for my dick, boy?" He whispered into my ear. "Yes, please, sir. My hole's all yours, I'm ready for you," I replied to him, clinging to his body. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso. I could feel him starting to sweat, I was too. Our hair was starting to matt. He leaned back up, breaking my arms' grip. He spat in my face, to my delight. My dick pulsed and he chuckled, "Filthy cunt. Look at your dick. You've covered us both in pre-cum." I moaned back at him, as he thrust inside me, to the hilt. "Do you pre-cum?" I asked him. "Yeah I do. You like that? You like my poz pre-cum?" "Fuck yes, Sir!" I shouted back at him. "Give me more!" He laughed at me. "I knew you were a sleazy bottom. Are you on PreP, boy?" "No, Sir." I stated, still moaning around the words. "Good boy. You gonna take my loads tonight? I'm not on meds." "Yes, Sir. I want your toxic dick! I want your loads. Give it to me!" The verbal I'd been watching for years burst out of me. I'd always enjoyed it, but never knew I'd commit to it so wholeheartedly. "Fuck yes, boy. I was hoping you'd want my gift." He started to pound me and I started to moan like a bitch in heat. His dick stretched me out, giving me the sensation I'd enjoyed on toys and fists. I moved my hands over his body, enjoying the sweat dripping off him and encouraging him to fuck me harder, while I egged him on. "Breed me, infect me. Give me your poz load. Don't pull out, keep going. I want it, Sir, give it to me," I told him. "You're gonna get it. I'm gonna mark you, boy. Make you mine. Your cunt is mine now, you're mine. I'm gonna give you my poz strain." He whispered back. He fucked me hard, flipped me over and fucked harder. "You want it, boy? You sure you want my toxic load? Fucking say it!" "I want it, Sir. Give me your toxic load! I want you to infect me. I want your dirty dick inside me, Sir. I need it." I shouted back at him. His movements were getting more frantic. He was going to cum soon and I could feel my dick bouncing against me. I had to concentrate not to cum before he did, I didn't want to disappoint him. His rhythm was getting quicker and he started moaning. I encouraged him "that's it, keep going, cum inside me, don't pull out. Please breed me. I want it, poz me, Sir. Give me that toxic load." He moaned louder than he had and stopped moving for a second, before carrying on pumping. I could feel his thick dick pulsing inside my hole and I pushed back into him. I wanted every drop. I wanted his load inside me completely. Once he'd stopped thrusting, he chuckled one last time and pulled out. I clenched my hole down once I realised what he was doing and spun round to clean his dick. "Oh fuck, boy. Ah. Ah. Stop!" Pulling me off his dick he said, "I'm too sensitive after I cum. But that was hot, ass to mouth is hot. Now get back up on the bed. On your back. I'm gonna work that load in."

At the top of the stairs, Bill stopped and said "You know what? I might just go back down and keep an eye on cousin Martin." He was stroking his erection and I guessed Martin was going to get Bill's full attention. I shrugged. "Ok, I'll check out the place and see if anyone wants a drink or something." Bill scurried back down the stairs. I heard a low moan and Martin's slurred voice saying " Oh..oh...oh...please stop..oh it's soo big..." As he was buggered in the darkness.

Within moments the room began to dim and Tom was either asleep or dreaming that he was. He was so relaxed, everything except his big cock. Tom thought he saw a smile on Coach's face, but his mind was awash and he was sure he was dreaming. Coach walked over to the cot and Helped Tom onto his knees, then moved his shoulders down, an his head to one side. Odd, Tom felt totally comfortable. Then Tom felt a hand pulling at his ass, then two, then a warm breath on his hole as the hands tried to open his crack even wider. It wasn't long and a something wet was at Tom's hole. He couldn't see and didn't know what it was. He knew it felt amazing. Tom tried to talk but only moaned. "You like that, boy?" Coach asked. mmmmmm was all Tom could manage. "If you like that you will like what is coming even more, it was Coaches voice. Coach used his wet tongue to poke and poke at that hairy hole. Tom's responses were only more moans. Soon, Coach had opened a nice bottle of the slickest lube known to man. Coach said, "You ready for a finger or two or four, boy?" Tom only moaned in answer. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Coach worked his index finger into Tom's puckering hole. Amazingly, it responded by winking like an eye as the finger came out. After a few more single digit penetrations, Coach added his middle finger. Tom's moans egged him on. Soon it was three fingers. By the time Coach added a thumb with his pinky finger out like on a teacup, Tom was open. Beautiful cunt was all Coach could think. The plan was working. Tom would remember only the pleasure tomorrow, believing it was all a dream and beg coach for more of his sleep potion. But first things first. Coach had a big hand but was determined to get inside the 19 year old's ass with his hand. He would dig for the quarterback's prostrate and milk him. He will pump that prostate like a squeeze bulb forcing out quarterback juice. Slowly, patiently, Coach opened the beautiful hole wider and wider until, Eureka, the whole hand slid in. Coach saw the boy in extasy as his prostate was pushed and pumped and prodded. Soon, the flow began and coach was going to keep it flowing. After 2 hours, the player seemed spent. Coach slid his hand out, pulled the soaked towel out from under the boy, and lay him down. Surprisingly or not, the quarterback's cock remained rock hard. In the morning, Coach would double the dose in Tom's juice. Coach was up and ready at 6am. He woke Tom at 6:30. Tom was so groggy and Coach handed him a cup of his special coffee, this time with a stimulant. He ushered Tom to his bunk in the dormitory. Tom lay down in time for the blast of the 7 am wakeup. More to come if you want it.

Two days after I had planted the seeds of my father’s downfall, literally planted with my cock in his ass, I sat talking to John who had put on 15 pounds since the start of his drug trial and looked healthier than he had in years. “I want to continue my plan but I when I find gays like my dad betraying people just like themselves for power and wealth I am going to do my best to destroy them as thoroughly as I'm destroying my dad. I just can’t forgive that” “A lot of them have to hide who they are. Even you are hiding who you are” John said trying to mollify me “I am only doing that to bring them down” I said “I’m not actively working to make the lives of every gay person worse” He could not argue with that I went into Grandpa's office, my office now I guess and called Brad Guthrie, Grandpa’s best friend and the state leader of the L Party since Grandpa retired from politics fifteen years ago. He picked up immediately “So is this John or little Eliot? The caller ID says Eliot Jordan but he’s been dead for two years now” came the voice from the receiver “It’s Eliot Mr. Guthrie” I said “Though I’m not so little any more. I’m 18 now” “Oh God” He said “Is it about John? I know he’s been sick and I know why” Mr. Guthrie said in a frightened tone. Mr. Guthrie always knew everything about everybody and besides, he and John were close “No, no! He’s fine! More than fine actually!” I said telling him about the drug trial and John’s rapid improvement “Oh thank God!” Mr. Guthrie said and I could hear the genuine emotion in his voice. “Mr. Guthrie, John and I are together now, we are lovers” I said “it happened for the first time on my 18the birthday so there was nothing illegal on John’s part! Please don’t ever think that!” I didn’t hear recriminations or accusations all he said was “If it makes you both happy then I am glad but why are you telling me this?” “Because soon you are going to hear that I joined the R Party and that I’m working on the campaign of my Dad’s Primary opponent and I want you to believe me when I tell you why” Mr. Guthrie was a political genius and he said “You are doing it because Al Kelper would be far easier for the L Party to defeat than your dad would. You are also letting me know so we can put up a serious fight this time. You working against your father publicly within the R Party might just sway things enough. It would be better if we had something concrete on your dad though” “Like pictures of him sucking four different brown skinned cocks?” I blurted out shocked that he figured out that part of my plan that quickly There was silence on the other end of the line and then “You are not serious! Billy Mathas is gay? And with Hispanic men? It’s just not possible!” “I have the pictures and I personally talked to the men” I said keeping the rest of it to myself “I’m going to have an investigative reporter friend contact you. We can time this to come out a week before the primary… of course you and I never discussed this and this phone call never happened, right?” At this point I want to take a step back and say that in our state and particularly our county if you looked at the methods of the R Party and the L Party you probably could not have told them apart. It was what they did once they won that made all the difference. Enough said “What phone call?” I said “Keep me posted El” Mr. Guthrie said and hung up That afternoon I drove to Al Kelper’s campaign headquarters that doubled as his development company's office. I went in the front door and lets just say it was not a beehive of activity. There was no one there. Through an open door I could hear someone moving around so I poked my head through. Al Kelper himself sat going over some papers he looked up and I thought I saw surprise on his face Al Kelper was a man about 40ish, jock type still in shape, blond hair, green eyes nice even features “Hi Mr Kelper I’m…” I started “Oh I know who you are. There is only one person you could be looking so much like your father but with your mother’s hair. You are Eliot Mathas. It’s nice to meet you Eliot “ He said and stood holding out his hand his eyes roaming up and down me and seeming to linger on my crotch I shook the proffered hand and then sat as he indicated a chair and sat back behind his desk “What can I do for you Eliot?” He asked “Well Mr Kelper, as you may know I inherited a lot of money from my Grandfather so I will never have to work. I have decided to dedicate my life to public service and I would like to start by working on your campaign” I said trying to sound a bit nervous He laughed “Billy Mathat’s son working on my campaign. Won’t that get them talking? Oh and call me Al. I always heard you two didn’t get along but this goes above and beyond” “Yeah I pretty much hate the scumbag” I said “I worked for him in the County offices for years and scumbag about covers it. I mean we all make deals that may not be on the up ad up but he doesn’t even try to hide it anymore. People are going to figure out what is really going on!” Al said confirming he was just as big a scumbag he was just more subtle “So can I help out?’ I asked Al looked at me for a minute then rose and went out the door. I could hear him locking the front door and lowering the shades then he came back and sat on the corner of his desk just a few feet from me “I can think of a lot of ways you can help me Eliot” he said and looked directly at my crotch “It looks like your hair isn’t the biggest difference between you two” Was everyone in the R Party secretly gay? Sighing to myself I smiled and stood unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out “You mean this?” I asked and he nodded his eyes locked on my “fresh” young meat “Get on your knees and suck it Al” I said firmly He dropped to his knees with a “Yes Sir!” and dived onto my cock sucking like a starving man. He was good I will admit he had me rock hard in less than a minute then kept me on the edge for so long that when I finally came I saw stars He stood and without me even telling him too he dropped his pants and bent over his desk, The nice thing about R Party guys is they have never even heard of safe sex so I just bent my knees a little and rammed in balls deep. He loved it. I fucked him for over an hour breeding him three times. I made him suck my cock clean then we straightened up the office. When we got back out to the front door and he pulled up the shade two faces looking like younger versions of Al stood there peering in. As Al opened the door one said “You only close up for one reason during the day so we didn’t bother knocking. This one looks worth it. How much did he cost you?” Al flushed but tried to cover “This is Eliot Mathas, Billy Mathas’ son. Eliot these are my twins Calvin and Salvador” “Cal and Sal” They said together “Nice to meet you” I said shaking hands “How much should I have charged him?” I asked with a wicked grin “That depends on who fucked who” Cal said. “I fucked him: I said watching Al turn so red he looked like a blond strawberry $200 at the minimum then probably more” the Sal quipped “Can we not talk about his on the sidewalk?" Al hissed and we all troupe back into the office I liked the twins and from the eyerolls they gave their dad when he said something particularly regressive and a few not so R Party phrases they dripped I got the feeling we might be of similar minds. They had a better relationship with their dad than I did obviously but they did not miss a chance to needle him. He didn’t like it but he never complained. Something was odd here but I had to get home. I had a date with John! The old theater down town. The one that hadn’t been redecorated since Art Deco was in style was screening “The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” and we both wanted to see it. It had come out in Australia last year and was just making it’s way to independent theaters in the States now. The lights dimmed and the curtain [pulled back to reveal the white screen hanging above the stage. The movie started and the story of three drag queens played out and I had a huge boy crush on Adam by the end. It was the first time John and I had been out as a couple. The first time he had been healthy enough. We held hands in the dark and even gave a quick kiss to each other as the movie progressed. He nudged me and pointed out another gay couple doing the same in front of us and I smiled. As the movie came to an end we made our way toward the exit and the couple in front of us went the same way. When we stepped into the isle they turned and we came face to face with Cal and Sal After a moment of shock Sal said “There is an all night diner across the street why don’t we go talk?” The diner was attached to the bus station and was done in the same style as the theater. We took the big corner booth and I introduced my “Uncle John" “Oh we know John” Cal said “He used to date our uncle Greg though we were not supposed to know they were dating” “How is Greg?” John asked “He’s great! He’s on that new drug trial and it’s a miracle! I thought he would have passed by now but he just keeps getting better and better!!” Sal said happily “So is John!” I said excitedly “I thought the same about him. Thank God I have not lost him!” And I grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips kissing his palm, then blushed realizing I had revealed to much “Uncle John huh?” Cal said “You were in that theater kissing your twin brother” I shot back “I don’t think you have much room to talk. Besides, John is not blood related! He just raised me! Oh! That sounded so wrong!” All four of us laughed. I looked at John and he nodded and I knew he trusted these two. We needed friends to keep us sane. So I opened up to them trusting my gut. I told them everything over pancakes and milkshakes. I told them my plan and how far I had gone to make sure I could make it stick. I told them what I had done to my dad and then what I had done to theirs To my surprise they didn’t even blink “If he hasn't caught it already from some call boy he would have sooner or later” Cal said. “One of the things he wants to run on is cutting funding for the drug study that is keeping our uncles alive despite knowing it would kill his own brother. Don't worry. It’s an empty threat because the funding is federal but still. If you want some advice. If you are going to continue fucking our dad to further your plan insist on playing safe from now on. You don’t know what you might catch from him” Then they excused themselves and went to the bathroom together coming back a couple minutes later one sitting next to me and the other scooting aground to sit next to John They each leaned closer to us kissing us gently, then Call said “We want to help and we want you to infect us so we can REALLY help" *************************************************** Next Chapter: A Double Infection Injection Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Part 3 Saturday night was the full team meeting with a campfire, jokes, stories, and confessions. The evening passed quickly and coach broke out a cooler full of near beer. Low alcohol content and sudsy head. The guys continued to laugh and joke until coach said hit the hay. The bunk room was wide open with no separation from one bunk to another. Between bunks was passing space. Rule was guys slept head to toe on the bunks. Looking across the space didn't show faces only feet of neighboring bunk. It was a warm night. Tom said he needed a shower as he always wore a fur coat. He took off for the communal showers with soap, shampoo, and towels. When he got to shower he had all he could do to not rub one out. His dick pointed up at the stars and stayed hard even under cold water. It would be a long night, maybe he could get with Jan late Sunday night. It was his only hope. He had sworn, along with the other guys, not to jack off. While the water was running cold, he saw coach come in with his towels and soap. Coach had shower shoes. Tom stood there trying to cover his tool. Coach only said, "Hard up, Tom?" Then he moved to a shower head two down from Tom. Tom switched the water back to hot, stepped out, and toweled dry. He ran his fingers thru his head hair and headed to his cot. Sleep would allude him. Coach was up before the rest. He had brewed coffee and was waiting for the 7am wake up for the others. Tom who had not really slept got out of bunk. He saw coach who said, "Coffee, Tom." Tom never drank coffee but said, "I never tried it, but I guess I will." Coach asked,"Milk, sugar, or both." Tom asked how coach drank his, he answered with a sweetener, no milk. Tom tried the same. Odd, the sweetener was a blue tablet. Coach dropped it in and stirred to dissolve it. Tom wasn't sure he liked coffee after the first taste but drank it down. About this time team heard the blast for wake up. They rose and began to prep for another day of camp. PT is what coach, a former Marine, called it. They worked up a sweat, went to breakfast, and began another day of games and water sports. In one of the down times, Tom went to coach and said, "Coach, I have a problem." Coach replied, "Tom, it shows. That dick is ever ready." Tom said, "Yes, sir. And now it is leaking. What can I do?" Coach said go for a swim in the cold lake. Tom had tried cold shower, shrugged and headed for the lake. Guys were playing water polo. One of them said, "We get Tom on our team, he has a built in polo stick" Tom reddened but laughed with the crowd. By night, Tom was totally miserable. He went to coach again and coach said, "I don't approve of drugs, but you have to get some sleep. I'll give you my herbal sleep tablet. Come down to my room when the guys are asleep. i don't want them to see me give it to you." Tom thanked coach and headed to bunk. When all was quiet with just a few snores, Tom stealthily moved out to Coach's door. It was ajar. Tom whispered, "Coach." Coach's yeah, come in bud was same as at coach's office. Tom opened the door to the dimlly lit room. There was a second cot. Coach said, "If you take this, I will have to watch you for 45 min to see how it works on you. Tom said, "Please, SIR, I have to have some relief. from this dick." He handed Tom the capsule. Tom took it, Coach said, "lie down." More to come, Will Tom?

John pushed BB of his lap and stood “Come with me Boy” He said and BB followed like a puppy with me trailing behind looking amused These two were the hottest men I had ever seen in my life, by far. It never occurred to me they would both say the same about me and I think I would be a different person if it had. Most of us never see our own attractiveness and those who do are usually total asses about it which makes them ugly in other ways In our bedroom John got naked and sat on the edge of the bed “Strip and kneel” he said to BB who quickly complied then leaned towards John’s almost hypnotic cock. My cock is a little larger than John’s. It’s a smooth ten inch shaft wider than it is thick John’s cock had a power all it’s own with it’s twisted blue veins creating light and shadows. It always seemed to pulse with a slightly malevolent need to take a man’s hole and claim it, breed it, own it and never let it forget the feeling of that cock possessing and filling it, BB was lost in the power of that cock but as his lips neared to kiss it John stopped him “El gave you his terms. Now hear mine. There will be no drugs in this relationship. You will enroll in a rehab tomorrow. I don’t want to hear that you can stop on your own. I have seen too many friends who said that die of overdoses, You WILL get help and you WILL live the rest of your life clean and sober. If I catch you drunk or high one time that will be the end of it” John said in firm tones “This will be your new addiction” he said gripping his cock and balls as they shown with that dominant masculine energy that was his alone “You will worship at the shrine of my cock every day. El loves. I own, I own him and if you are going to be with us I will own you as well. Is that understood?” “Yes” BB said “I understand” “Yes Master” John corrected sharply “When we are in this room you will always address me as Master” “Yes Master” BB said “Good Boy, now you may kiss and worship my cock and if El did not manage to impregnate you with our HIV the other night we will correct that” John crooned stroking BB’s head like a dog I stripped kneeling behind BB and as he bent forward to kiss and lick John’s shaft I put my hands on his hips lifting him to his hands and knees lubing up and sliding in with as much ease as the first time and groaning as BB’s inner walls caressed me and welcomed me like a well made lock welcomes it’s key BB was tracing every vein on John’s cock with his tongue getting to know it inch by inch. Then he went down and sucked each of John's balls onto his mouth, they were too bug to suck at the same time. Then finally he took a cock into his mouth for the first time in his life as John instructed him on the best ways to pleasure a man with his mouth Soon my thrusts were forcing BB further and further ont John’s cock. I suspect from the side it looked like our cocks were one solid pole that went all the way through him and that BB was just sliding back and forth on it. The pace picked up and finally BB got a toxic load from each end then we all jumped a little at the sound of applause The Twins had long ago learned that if we didn’t answer the door on this day of the week to just come on in because the house staff was off and we were probably fucking “I never thought I would see BB here but I have to say I am glad” Cal said “Yes, we need another person we are allowed to fuck besides each other” Sal agreed No one fucked John and only John fucked me so till now the twins options had been limited “You ok with that BB baby?” I asked gently The affection and tenderness in my voice shocked the twins and I gave them a brief run-through of the day’s discussions that also gave BB time to think “We are very happy to see the change in you and we don’t just mean the sexual one” Sal said “You were kind of an unbearable prick before” Cal agreed and I winced a little at his bluntness. For some reason the desire to protect BB rose up in me for an instant “Guilty as charged” BB admitted “John and El are your men but we would love to share our bodies and our friendship with you” Cal said. It was very firmly established that the twins only felt romantic love for each other. Lust and friendship were other matters though BB nodded, held out his arms and the three toppled on the bed together It was BB sandwich Sal fucking him and him fucking Cal I noticed a look of pain on BB’s face as Sal entered him. Sal’s cock is inches shorter and thinner than mine so it was unusual After 10 minutes the reversed and now it wads Cal fucking BB while he fucked Sal and again there was that look of pain when Cal slid in but soon the three were moaning and a great three way orgasm followed Then John took BB on his back, gently easing in but again that look of momentary pain crossed BB’s face but was quickly forgotten as John’s skill as a top man took over When they finished BB stayed on his back and held out his arms to me. I smiled and got between his legs putting the tip of my cock at his hole intending to ease in gently as John had done but the phone rang startling me and making my knee slip sending my cock plunging balls deep into him John answered then hung up saying “Wrong number” The look on BB’s face was not pain but pure bliss amd he pulled me down for a hungry passionate kiss. We would find out over time that I almost could not hurt BB with my cock. It took real effort to cause mild discomfort even I was the same when John was in me and since only he fucked me I didn’y know how unusual that was For the rest of his life every cock BB took caused that momentary pain except mine. Some things are just meant to go together I guess I shot the last load of poz cum for the day and we all slept happily together The next day I drove BB to a local hospital and he checked himself into a six week rehab program. He never fell off the wagon again The five of us were inseparable. BB, the twins and I simply dropped out of the party scene for a few months and when we returned we brought John with us. He caused quite a stir with his slightly older good looks and quite frankly got tired of young ladies trying to get him alone A new special ogre had established itself in our absence but we ignored it. BB’s old cronies tried to drag him back into their juvenile, hate filled conversations but he would just smile, shrug and wake away, He was even more popular than he was before. Go figure He credited me with getting him into rehab thus explaining our new close friendship, The others all flirted with the girls enough to cover themselves and make the other guys jealous. We generally just had a good time while we waited for our next opportunity, I was married to a woman and no one thought it was unusual that she was attending college in another state, so I didn’t have to flirt The opportunities presented themselves regularly. Sometimes it was a passed out R Party straight boy in the changing room at the beach and we would take turns breeding him while the others kept watch, Sometimes it was an older man at a party, Usually the host who would “Seduce” a younger man getting him to his bedroom or some other secretive place only to be surprised when that young man flipped him on his stomach and bred him like a bitch, Over the course of a few months we must have pozzed thirty R Party holes BB had argues with his dad and they were barely talking, His Dad was a senator and was constantly trying to cut HIV research, education and drug cost assistance out of every budget that crossed his path BB had tested Poz a couple weeks before and one night I got a call from him about 10 pm I drove over to his house and he met me at the door in a robe leading me quietly up the stairs Senator Bradwell lay in a compromising position, an almost empty bottle of whiskey on the night stand as he was sprawled face down one leg bent and the other straight out buck assed naked I had seen BB in that position many tomes and from this angle it was hard to tell father from son. When I noticed the wet matted hair in his crack around his hole I got instantly rock hard “I already bred him three times but I thought you would like a crack at his ass” BB said grinning evilly I dropped my pants, mounted and pushed in, the man never even stirred. It looked like BB’s ass but it didn’t feel the same, BB’s ass felt like everything that was good about male on male sex, This ass was just a hole to breed and poz which I did four times in under an hour When I was done we cleaned up the sleeping senator and left him there. A couple weeks later BB caused another fight with his dad who was not feeling well for some reason and moved out renting a room in my house A few months later his Dad stepped opposing HIV research saying he had found compassion in his heart, “And Virus in his blood” BB said evilly as we watched the news on the couch cuddling with John “I love you BB” I said for the first time ever and John smiled squeezing us both saying “My Boys” **************************************************************************************** Next Chapter: Mr. Poz goes to Washington Let me know what you think! Scanbu

The Big Black Bear’s Family Meats Little Wesley Ed just relaxed for a bit, jacking his big uncut tool as he watched the boys favorite porn. He noted that most of the tops he liked were black, but that there were plenty of Latinos, and some white guys. The one thing they had in common was big cocks. There wasn’t an average or even medium cock on a single one. Smiling he picked up his mobile and went downstairs so the boy couldn’t hear him. “Tom, it’s Ed. You and Julio here? Good, give me about an hour and half. I need to fuck him up before you come over.” Ed went upstairs and opened the bathroom door. The smell of piss was strong, but the boy remained in position, he was clearly struggling a bit, his shoulder quivered from being cuffed behind him. Ed pulled his face up gently and commanded him to open his mouth, he spit in the boys mouth and then commanded Wes to suck his cock. The boy obeyed and gave a decent blow job for about 10 minutes. Ed then stood him up and uncuffed him and then they showered. Ed taught the boy how to clean him, to kiss each part of his big body before washing. After cleaning the boy—Ed loving the feel of Wes’s hard little muscles—Ed brought him to the bed and got him on his hands and knees. He slipped the plug out, and noticed the boy hissed. “Little sore?” Ed asked. “Yes, sir,” Wes admitted. Big Ed smiled, “Daddy’s got something for that.” Ed grabbed his bag and went downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed a Gatorade and put in a very small dose of G. He then dumped a big bump of Tina—triple anything the boy had taken thus far—into a syringe with no needle and then opened up a capsule of x into it as well, filling the syringe with some distilled water. He threw the Gatorade back into his bag and carried the syringe carefully up the stairs. Upstairs, he was pleased the boy was still in position. Ed put some thumping electro onto the sound system. He then got behind the boy and said, “Daddy’s got something that will help with the soreness, put your chest down on the bed,” and then he gently slid the syringe deep as it would go. The boy grunted but stayed in position as Ed released the liquid. Ed lubed up the small plug and eased that into the boy. After a few minutes the boy started to feel the big bump. Ed climbed up on the bed with the Gatorade and a pipe with a full bowl. Ed patted beside himself, and the boy crawled up and snuggled next to him, as close as he could. Ed had him drink the Gatorade and pulled up a rough fucking scene on his iPad. The scene was similar to one on the boy’s favorites list. In it, Ed and his partners Tom and Julio were destroying a young blonde twink. Wes was clearly turned on by the scene. . Then his eyes grew wide, “Is that you, sir?” “Yep boy, that’s me and some friends,”Ed replied. “Fuck that’s hot,” Wes said, wiggling his ass around as the twink cried out as Julio’s super thick cock penetrated the twink. He let the movie play, and saw Wes get more and more turned on as the sex on screen got rougher. Ed smoked a bowl, shotgunning the boy as well as teaching him to suck on the pipe. He then used padded wrist and ankle cliffs to align the boy on his back, wrist and ankles cuffed around a thin black bar. Ed finger fucked him, the boy not even remembering he was supposed to be sore. God, how Ed wanted to fist the boy. His cock rose as he thought about busting the boy’s fisting cherry. But not tonight. Some day later, when the boy had been turned into a needy fuck hole who could think of nothing but being filled. He texted Tom and Julio, “Come over.” “Metal or no?” Tom texted back, asking if he should remove the Jacob’s ladder from his long white snake. “None for now, but bring it,” Ed said. The question carried a deeper meaning: did Ed want the boy ruined now or turned into a fuck pig more slowly. If Ed didn’t care if Tom made Wes bleed from the beginning, he would have let him wear the metal bars from the first fuck. The boy in the video—Josh—had bled the first several times they used him. Josh was now house cunthole at a dealers place in New Orleans, chained up in the basement to be used by anyone who wanted him. Ed, Tom, and Julio had gone there the last time they were in New Orleans. The boy was so high he didn’t recognize them, he just dropped into position with his ass—covered in welts and bruises—held open with his hands.But the minute Tom slammed his fully metaled cock into him in one thrust, Josh begged his Daddy Tom to fuck him. After hours of getting doubled by different combinations of the men, Josh started begging Ed to fist him. Josh’s hole was so ruined, Ed’s fist sank to the elbow with no trouble. But that fate wasn’t what Ed wanted for Wes. Oh Wes would do all of those things, including bleed, but he would experience those things slowly as Ed guided him to explore his deepest and darkest desires. Ed didn’t want to ruin Wes, he wanted Wes as his full time boy. Ed leaned in next to the boys head, “You want to meet the men who were in that video? Have them fuck you like that?” “ Yes, daddy, please, I want to get fucked so bad.” Ed smiled, “You want to join out little family, be my full time boy?” “Yes, sir, please,” Wesley said, “Please.” “You want your Uncle Tommy to knock you up, poz you?” Ed asked, “ Make you related to me by blood?” Wes looked confused. “I’m pozz boy, but I’m undetectable,” Ed said, “so you can’t get it from me. But your Uncle Tommy went off his meds six weeks ago when your dad asked about the car. He can pozz you and make you our blood relative.” Wesley paused and said, “Will you take care of me and fuck me every every day if I become your boy?” Ed said “Yes.” And Wesley nodded, “Please make me your blood relative, Daddy.” Ed smiled and gave Wes a deep kiss. “I promise to take care of you and I promise to see that you get fucked every day, and I also promise that sometimes I will hurt you, but only because I know you want it.” Ed then uncuffed the boy from the pole that held his legs and arms together, and Ed had him kneel in the shower, his hands again cuffed behind his back and then Ed blindfold Wes. Wes waited this way for about 20 minutes until he heard voices in the bathroom. “Jesus, he’s as beautiful as you said,” a Southern voice said, and then Wes felt hands touching his pecs and and pinching tits. Another hand, bigger, cupped his buttocks and a deep voice with a Latin accent said “Push that plug and all that piss out so I can see that hole.” Wesley pushed grunting and when all the piss was out he felt big fingers with the familiar burn of Tina pushing in his hole. “You got a sweet hole, baby,” the deep voice said, “We’re gonna fuck you up, get you so high, your boypussy gonna feel so good wrapped around my thick cock.” Wes felt a sharp slap, and then the other voice, Southern, “I hear you want my poz seed?” “Yes sir,” Wes said, his voice solemn. “Open that mouth and take this load of piss. Do a good job and I will give you what you need.” So Wes drank both men’s piss, trying hard to be a good boy. When he was done, they stood him up and hosed him off, still blindfolded. The big handed man tied his balls with tight leather cord, separating them, the big hands squeezing them as he did so, making Wes groan. The man then turned him around and got the leather wet. “As it dries, little one, it will tighten and squeeze your balls more. You will learn to like that.” They dried Wes off and then strong arms carried him into the bedroom. They lay him down on some sort of leather sheet in the air, Wesley felt the thing swing. They cuffed his arms and legs and Wes heard chains swinging. “You’re going to like riding in the sling,” the Southern voice said, close to his face. The man slipped his blindfold off and Wes blinked and looked into the handsome, face of his Uncle Tom, his shaved head glimmering in the light. Tom had Wes lick and sniff his smelly pitts and lick his big nipples, then Tom stood up and Wesley saw that he was covered in tatts with a full sleeve running from one shoulder to his long hands. The other arm was marked off on the inside with a ruler to the quarter inch, running up into his armpit. His long cock was raging hard, and he adjusted it and abruptly speared into Wes’s hole and kept pushing, Wes felt him stretch his second hole and the cock kept coming, suddenly penetrating too deep, Wes tensed up and Tom slowed down but didn’t stop until Wes groaned aloud. “Gotta surprise for you, baby boy,” Tom said softly. And Wes felt a warm wetness and the start of a burn, and he gave a little cry, as Tom released, with a little squirt of piss, the huge shard he’d hidden in his piss slit. Tom pressed forward slowly. Wesley cried out, “Oh sir, it burns, like a hot poker deep inside.” Tom still pressed forward, releasing a small stream of piss, going deeper into the boy than anyone had. Suddenly, Tom felt the boy’s hole change, and he heard Wes say, “Oh fuck your dick is so deep, so good.” And with those words Tom pushed harder, Wes pulling his legs wide in the sling, desperate to help in his own violation, raising his pelvis up just slightly. Tom pushed and pushed and suddenly he was balls deep, Wesley shaking and moaning, his body stretched open like he was being crucified through the burning cock in his boyhole. Tom brought his cock back a few inches, then fucked the boys deep place, doing this over and over until the boy started to loosen up. Tom then steadily increased the strokes of his fuck until he could pull his cock out and slam it back in. Wes was wild, sweat pouring from his body, Julio stood beside Wes, kissing him deeply, biting his nipples, leaving little pinched bite marks down Wes’s defined abs. Julio would scoop up the sweat and precum pooling in the bend of Wesley’s torso and feed it to Wes, then set Wes’s mouth to work on his own sweaty pits. Julio worked in harmony with his man of 20 years, knowing exactly when Tom was about to deliver a jarring full-cock fuck and he’d be ready to stimulate the boys nipples or nibble at his ear. Wesley was in pigboy heaven, being ravished by two total top men of his dreams. He had never been so high, and had never had so many sensations at once. He was completely lost in the need to be used, to be opened, to be fucked, to be devoured. He opened his legs as wide as he could, driving back hard against Tom’s incredibly deep fuck. Tom leaned in and he and Julio kissed the boy together, their huge tongues stretching his much smaller mouth wide. “Oh baby,” Tom said, slapping Wes lightly to make him focus,”Are you trying to get me to go deeper?” Wes responded by pushing back, and Tom indeed slipped deeper for just a second. Wes said, “ Yes daddy, deeper daddy, take me Tom, fuck me Tom, I want your DNA, make me family, please!” Hearing those words, with his cock straining from 7-days of pent-up load saved just for this moment, Tom roared, fucking wildly and filled the boy with a giant load. Tom waited a minute and let his load soak in the hot clutching wetness. Wesley was so turned on, his hole was squeezing Tom, desperate to get the top man hard for another go. Tom carefully pulled out and Julio’s broad shoulders and torso took his place before Wesley’s open legs. His body was big — wider than Big Ed, but shorter, like 5’11”. Wesley looked up at him with lust. Julio was brutally handsome, his features rugged, his dark eyes black with the light of a rough top man on Tina. And Wesley couldn’t believe how thick the man’s 10 inch cock was. For his part, Julio marveled at Wesley’s beauty, his gorgeous blonde hair, perfect body, his defined abs leading a trail to his locked boy clit,at how Wes’s hips were dwarfed by his own wider body, and how his cock—8 inches around—made the boys hole look so, so tiny. “Gonna split that pussy open, boy,” Julio promised, slipping another bump of Tina in the boys hole. Julio poured lube into the kid and then slicked up his cock. He grabbed Wes’s little balls, swollen in the leather cord, and squeezed as he pushed into Wes’ hole. The boy gasped and cried out, but Julio keep pushing until the boys hole stopped him. Wes had taken maybe three inches of Julio’s nearly 10 inches. Wes groaned and arched his back, “Fuck Uncle Julio, that’s so thick.” Julio pushed and another two inches slipped in. “Push out, boy, suckle my thick dick with your boypussy” Julio commanded. As Wes obeyed, Julio slipped most of the head of his iron-hard cock into the boys inner ring. Wesley cried out, then groaned. “Breathe, baby, breathe my thick dick to its home in your boypussy” Julio said soothingly, as he streamed several spirts of potent chempiss into the boys hole, displacing the several huge shards he’d stuff in his piss slit. As that began to dissolve and enter Wes’s bloodstream Julio started pushing again. Slow but relentless he pushed until Wes’s groans grew desperate. He paused and this time as he pissed, he reached down and kissed the boy, and started fucking. He went very slowly, but he covered increasing ground until he was fucking the boys second hole to the previous depth. Then he started fucking harder, pushing deeper. At first Wesley struggled and panted, but as all the drugs from his latest dose took hold, he started enjoying it. As he did, the deeper penetration by the thick tool got rougher and rougher. From time to time Julio would grab the boys balls and use them to hold the boy in place for his rigorous assault, Wes screaming slightly. Then, Wes began to beg, “Give me all that thick cock, wreck me, make me your boy cunt.” When he said that, Julio pulled out completely and began to pile drive the boys hole, pushing and pushing harder and deeper. The boy’s beautiful face oscillated between absolute pleasure and pain, suffering and joy. Ed and Tom were very turned on, and they stood next to the boy and got his mouth busy, then lowered his head in the sling slightly so Ed could start to facefuck the boy. Once he finally bottomed out, Julio cruelly fucked the boy at his deepest depth, the boy moaning and crying out around Ed’s thick cock as it fucked his throat. Then Julio began to shift the angles of his fuck. His cock was so thick, he could only shift slightly with a hole this tight, but he did very slowly start to move his coxk to claim more of the molten hot hole. “Your new boy’s ass is amazing,” Julio said, “18 and taking all these giant cocks like a champ. And this hole is like the sweetest velvet.” Ed grinned, pulled his cock out of the boys blubbering mouth, and leaned down and spit in Wes’s mouth. “You like your uncles cock, boy?” Ed demanded, “Which you like better?” Wesley said, barely able to form a sentence in the wake of the drugs and the intense fuck, “Tom so deep, Julio so thick, you so good, Daddy. I love cock, love cock, love cock.” Julio fucked Wesley for almost two hours. It was hell to keep from coming, but Julio forced himself, stopping his cock for a second while he made out with the boy. After the first 45 minutes, he uncuffed the boy from the sling and fucked him all over the bedroom. Wes with his arms against the wall, his ass getting brutally pounded. Wes with his hands on the ground, Julio pounding as Wes cried out from the difficult angle of assault. Wes on his back, as Julio tenderly kissed him and fucked him slowly one second, and then pounding brutally and slapping the boy hard the next. After Julio finally came, shouting out at what a sweet boypussy Wes was, he paused over the boy, dripping sweat that mingled with the pools of sweat lodged in Wes’s little muscles, Wes on his back with his legs on the huge man’s chest, Julio’s cock buried. Julio started shoving his fingers in the boys mouth, stretching it, and as he did so he began to fill the boy with a huge load of piss. He paused before it was all out his bladder and pulled out. Julio made Wes clean his cock, then he made the boy lick his asshole, not satisfied until he was sure the boy’s tongue had probed as far as he could, the boy desperate to please. He then eased his cock into the boys mouth and made him hold a big mouthful of piss, his checks rounded from the size of the load. Tom climbed in between Wes’s muscular legs then and slipped his cock in and let loose a huge piss load, only letting the boy swallow Julio’s potent piss when Tom’s pissing was finished, Wes’s face grimacing at the acrid taste of Julio’s chempiss. Wesley then serviced Tom the way he’d serviced Julio, while his Daddy Ed slipped thr big black hose of Wes dreams in his rapidly-filling boypussy. As Ed pulled out, ready to put the boys mouth to workonhis cock and asshole, Julio slipped a big butt plug up the boy. After a while, Ed knelt by the boy’s head, tenderly kissing him and stroking his hair and praising his beauty, telling him what a good boy he was, and how hot he looked getting fucked by his new Uncles. Wesley got higher and higher, as the huge triple load of chempiss coursed into his bloodstream through the thin, bruised and stretched walls of his colon. Then Julio and Tom began to bind the boy, Julio holding him upright as Tom bound his arms and knees again around the thin steel pole, and then sliding the sling over to near the bed and affixing a chain from the mobile sling leg to the thin steel pole, holding Wes into position on his back, his ass exposed. As the men did this, Ed moved from praise to subtle manipulation. Making sure that Wes expressed his desire to join their pozz family. Ed would lie by saying that Julio wouldn’t accept him if he didn’t test pozz right away. “You should do everything we tell you that will help you join, if that’s what you want?” Ed whispered. Wes nodded solemnly, “Yes, Daddy Ed, I want that and I will do what ever it takes.” Ed smiled, he would ask again, but Wes had just agreed to a brutal metal fuck at some time in this evening, and one that would likly run more than a little pink. They attached nipple clamps—rubber covered ones, rather than ones with sharp teeth, the boy was a beginner after all—and then they took turns toying with him, squeezing his balls and slapping and light punching his stomach. The men did this to be cruel, yes, and to help take Wes deeper into slutboy head space, but they also did it to keep the kids insides jumping and rumbling, making his colon milk even more chems from the piss. Finally, Tom—who got to be cruelest because he was the one would gone off meds to make this boy belong to them—slipped the plug out, slapping the boys ass and threatening dire consequences if the boy spilled a drop and then Tom slipped in an inflatable dildo. This one would expand outward in thickness but also several inches deeper into the boy, forcing the piss in front of it deeper and deeper onto the boy. Tom sat on the boys face—fuck, the kid was already a pretty good with his tongue up a top’s hole—and he began to inflate the tool. He did it slowly until the boy groaned and then kept inflating, very slowly, until it was fully inflated. Little Wes was rigid with pain, so Tom slapped his chest. The boy’s body jumped and he groaned as the surprise movement made his deeper hole open and piss moved in. Tom held him like this for just a few seconds before giving the boy some poppers. As the poppers relaxed him Wes groaned again as his hole opened and inflatable settled in and piss trickled in deeper. Tom left him there and he and Ed and Julio went downstairs.

The parties I got invited to were eye opening to me. When you hear R Party members out there condemning this behavior or that they mean YOU can’t do them. They can and do do whatever they want. I saw every drug you can get legally and illegally, underage drinking and if some of those girls sitting on the old men’s laps were of legal age I will eat my hat The undisputed king of the party scene among the party scene was Billy Bradwell or BB as everyone called him. “You sure it’s his name it stands for and not Bubble Butt?” I asked as we watched him playing volley ball on the beach The twins laughed from either side of me as we watched the game from lounges on the side BB wore tight shorts and no shirt. There did not appear to be much in the front of the shorts but with an ass like that who cared?. His hair and chest fur were golden and to me he looked like the God of sex. Well at least until he opened his mouth. BB spoke with an exaggerated southern accent about his proud Confederate heritage, his contempt for minorities, openly using racial slurs, and his sexist views. I was not sure of he considered women or minorities to be human to be honest “Someone needs to stick a cock in his mouth and shut him up” Sal growled as BB droned on spewing his hate. In a way it was sad to see so beautiful a man corrupted and ruined at such a young age The worst thing was that everyone seemed to hang on his words. Especially the women “He’s much more vocal and brash when you are around El” Cal noted with a smirk “You would think he felt threatened or something BB had a problem he had never encountered before, Me. With my darker good looks and paler complexion I was the opposite of him. In a different universe we would have made a jaw dropping couple, the perfect counterpoint that just magnified each other’s masculine beauty but that universe didn’t exist though a small corner of my heart wished it could. I had my John though and I was happy Anyway… I was a problem because I was just as good looking and even richer but my money was mine and not Daddy’s. I was also a problem because he could not get a reaction from me. He would make one of his statements of hate and end it with “Don’t you think so El” and I would smile and shrug noncommittally then walk away. I was fluent and articulate about any other subject so people knew I was not stupid, The twins had warned me “He controls people by being so over the top then getting them to say they agree with him to be part of the group. One of his minions” and so I never agreed with him or disagreed either. I just shrugged Soon I had imitators and the less hateful and more intelligent among our peers began to separate from BB much to his irritation My contemplation was interrupted bt BB standing in front of us blocking the sun “Hey, my dad is out of town and I got my hands on some “Blue Marbles ". Some friends and I are going to get together at my house and try them tonight, want to come?” Blue Marbles was the name of the latest designer drug to hit the scene and you had to be careful because just a bit too much caused the euphoric high to push you into hours of immobile sleep followed by a terrible headache the next morning, or so I had been told. John. the Twins and I did not do any type of drugs “Sure” I said “Why not?” I guess BB was going to try being my friend, to pull me into his sphere of influence now. Whatever. It might give the three of us an opportunity to spread our seed and if not it would be amusing ti watch BB and his friends stoned out of their minds We got to the party about half an hour late deliberately and were led out behind the house where six of BB’s other friends, the ones most under his influence either out of stupidity or genuine agreement with his views, lay on mats around a bonfire with silly looks on their faces Only BB had waited for us. “There is the keg and here is your blue marble” he said, handing us each a small round blue pill. “I’m going to lay on my bed for this” He said popping his pill and washing it down with some beer then heading through a nearby glass double door to lay on a large bed we could see in the room. Soon his face took on a euphoric look and he totally relaxed A plan came to me and I quietly sketched it in to the twins/ We went to the keg and each filled a pitcher with beer dropping out pill in and watching it dissolve then we went to each stoned boy and poured them a cup encouraging them to drink up. Soon they all drifted off to sleep. I poured one last cup for BB and we emptied the rest onto the ground, “These are some of the worst goons in the state” Cal said as he toed a sleeping man at his feet “Our natural prey” Sal agreed and the both picked a victim, rolled him onto his stomach and slowly pulled his shorts down to reveal unprotected straight boy asses as I made my way to BB’s bed A glance back showed each twin sliding into those unwitting R Party asses roughly BB was surprisingly lucid though he still had that dreamy look on his face “Hey El” he said as I walked in and handed him the beer and he thanked me. A groan of pleasure from one of the twins made me look out the door and when I looked back the cup was empty I watched BB slowly drift off laying next to him as his eyes closed. Oddly as his body relaxed his arm flipped around me and pulled me close like I was a favorite teddy bear/ I looked into his beautiful face, so innocent in sleep you would never believe the vile hatred those slightly parted lips spewed when he was awake I kissed those lips and pretended this was the real BB as I rolled on top of him and made out with him wishing he could respond, that he would respond if he knew what was happening. I pulled off his shorts and discovered that BB was a grower not a shower as a healthy, beer can thick 6 ½ inches greeted me. I lifted his legs to my chest and slowly slid into that gorgeous fuzzy blond ass with a groan and more ease than I expected, “The drug must really relax you” I thought as my ten inches bottomed out , BB’s big low hangers almost touching the shaft as I pulled out. I kissed his open mouth again tasting him as I pushed my tongue in For the next two hours I lived in that universe that did not exist. I made love to the man BB could have been instead of brutally fucking the bastard he was. I came in him four tines filling him with my high viral load seed and in that other universe he wanted it as much as he wanted me. I cleaned BB up and pulled his shorts back on then kissed him on the forehead and walked back out to join the twins “Nice of you to join us” Cal said sarcastically “We could have used some help here and we both wanted a crack at BB” Somehow I knew I would not have let that happen, Tonight BB had been mine and only mine All six guys out here showed signs of having been fucked as they lay with legs spread and moist looking holes and I knew they all had one twin or the others virus invading their blood “It looks like you two had your own entertainments, now give me a hand” I said bending down The three of us cleaned them all up and got them back into their shorts then we each lay on an empty mat and drifted off to sleep waking with the others and faking headaches to match theirs Two days later back at the beach BB went on and on about his party telling all sorts of lies about the silly things we had all done including the twins and I in the antics, which was fine with us as it added to our cover “El was the best of all!” He gloated “He kept trying to walk and falling flat on his face, didn’t you El?” I just smiled and shrugged noncommittally like always as BB made up more outrageous lies about what I had supposedly done while high A couple days later I was home alone. John was having tests run for the drug trial and the house staff had the day off when I heard the doorbell To my surprise it was BB. I invited him in and took him to the living room where we sat on the couch “So what’s up BB? If it’s about those lies about me at the party I really don’t care” I said He looked at the floor and said “It’s not that at all… I just… El…” in a frightened. nervous voice then he looked me right in the eyes and I saw tears brimming in his “Eliot I think I love you” he said quietly but distinctly I literally fell off the couch in surprise and he helped me back up not letting goof my hand as we sat back down “I saw what you and the twins did to the beer and the others. I even saw the twins start to fuck them. I guess I have a higher tolerance than most. I have been doing various drugs for a couple years now so it didn’t hit me as hard, When you looked away I dumped the beer into a bowl of chips on the floor. At first I was going to jump up and kick your ass as soon as you touched me but as you lay next to me I could not help putting my arm around you… and then you kissed me” that last part was said with a hint of wonder in his words and no trace of that southern drawl “I realized as soon as our lips touched that the reason I have been trying to pull you in and control you was that I didn't want to deal with how attractive you were to me and I figured once you were just another hanger on I would lose interest but you always just smiled and shrugged and every time I wanted you more” He explained a bit shame faced “Eventually I was spouting all that trash just to get you to acknowledge me but you just smiled and shrugged” He said a bit hotly “I just wanted to pay attention to me!” “You went about it the wrong way then” I said unable to keep the coldness out of my voice “and on some level you must believe all that shit or it would not flow so easily out of that trash mouth of yours. I could have been your best friend if didn’t think you were just saying what you really think” “Come on El, no one with half a brain believes that shit. It’s just what we say when we are all together to keep those who don’t have half a brain, like those six who were at my party, in line. You convince them that no matter how bad their life is that they can always kick down at others to make themselves feel better. It makes them blame the people they are kicking down at for their problems rather than looking up at what the R Party is really doing” he said Then he seemed to actually hear his own words “I sound just like my Dad and I promised myself when I was younger I would never sound like him. Fuck, It’s just so easy to give in and go along. It makes life so much easier. I ended up in a military school for four years because my Dad heard me say John Travolta was cute once when I was 12. They kind of beat that kind of talk into you” “Anyway” He pushed on “ You kissed me and you were so tender and loving that I didn’t even think of resisting. I just totally gave in to you and let you do what you wanted. I was a virgin that way and it didn’t even hurt even though you are far from small. I peeked a few times while you were in me. You had your eyes closed like you were in a different world” “I was pretending we were lovers and that you wanted this as much as I did” I admitted wistfully “I did” BB whispered. He cleared his throat and in a soft voice continued “I saw your face, so handsome, so beautiful and I realized that I loved you. I almost reached out and touched that face but fear of rejection stopped me. You had gone to a great deal of trouble to get in me without me knowing so I figured you had other motives” It was my turn to blush “I was infecting you with HIV like the twins did your friends” I admitted “Friends” he snorted “Those guys are thugs. They are the stupidest morons in the state” Then what I had said sank in and he asked “Why?” in a hurt, shocked voice I sketched in the plan for him “It makes perfect sense in an evil twisted way” he said reflectively “to be perfectly honest it’s truly what guys like the six the twins dealt with deserve and I guess I did too or at least I sure behaved like I did. I also know there are effective treatments on the horizon because my dad is obsessed with killing the funding for the research into it specifically because it is effective he would prefer that gays just keep dying and taking their L Party votes to the grave with them" he said "Did you know that’s why the R Party hates for gays to have any representation in media, movies or TV? They don’t want gay kids to know there are others out there, The R Party literally hopes they kill themselves, because they feel so different and isolated, before they turn 18 and start voting L Party and gays being seen ruins that in part. They say they are protecting children but they are really hoping some children remove themselves before voting age. The church does it for the same reason” I kind of knew all this but I had never heard it put in such stark terms. I heard the front door open and close and someone walking towards the living room “With how I was acting I honestly can’t blame you” He said still holding my hand “I still love you just as much” he continued as John walked in John froze and a look of acceptance and pain crossed his face I was holding him in less than a second “No, no...” I said, holding his face abd looking directly into his eyes “I love you! I am committed to you! I meant every word of my vows to you! I LOVE YOU JOHN!” BB sat on the couch his hand over his mouth “Oh my god I didn’t realize! I’m so sorry! I will go” and he started to rise “Sit your ass down and shut up!” I sad then more softly “Come sit with us John we all need to talk” I had told John about my time with BB including my sadness at would he could have been and John looked haunted as he sank to the couch “He’s so beautiful and he’s your own age. You even told me you had feelings for the man he could have been and it looks like that could have been really is” John said in a hurt voice “And you think he is more attractive than you?” I scoffed. John had been in the trial for almost a year now and every sign of illness had been erased. He had been incredibly handsome before he was sick and now he was back to being gorgeous but it was a man who at just 32 years old was in the prime of his masculinity. You could almost feel his dominant, confident aura as he stalked through the world, I would be a fool to let that go “I have loved you since I was twelve and through sickness and health I stuck with you, Now that you are back full strength do you think I’m letting you go?” I said firmly “But you have feelings for him too?: John said “I do” I admitted “and I would like to explore them but you will always come first in my life” Then I looked at BB “I can’t say I love you. Not yet anyway. Maybe someday, but I have to admit there is something there. But if I ever even think for a second you are trying to come between John and I I will toss you aside like yesterday's trash. More important than that though. If you and John can not come to love each other too I will pick him and you will be gone. Understand?” I demanded and he nodded Then I looked at John “All this is predicated on you allowing it, If you say no right now then I'm sorry BB, I won’t risk my relationship with John, not for anything” I said and I meant it John and BB looked at each other and sparks flew between them but was it jealousy or attraction? John moved from the couch and sat in a large comfortable black leather chair then he looked at BB with a stern gaze patting his leg and commanding “Come here Boy". In less than 10 seconds BB sat on his leg and the two were kissing passionately, Johns hand gripping that wavy golden hair holding BB’s lips to his ************************************************************************* Next Chapter: BB gets banged from both ends Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Ok, so hooking up where we live is truly impossible. All our neighbors know is, yes I’m partnered and LOVE him with my soul. But, my hole hasn’t been played with in a while. A year ago I joined the gym and got a trainer so I’ve lost 16lbs. Got some muscle and feel amazing absolutely amazing about myself and my body. turned on sniffles tonight and a married 36yo black dude, bi, hung with 9” wanted to “eat some boy ass and fuck it deep”. Fast forward 30 mins after I talked myself out of it and he was in the living room with his face buried in my freshly shaved ass. he then force fed me his huge cock, thick with a big head, I sniffed and sucked and licked his balls…. as we made out he fingered my hole with his thumb and I melted in his arms. He then proceeded to pound the shit outta me. he then blew a load and said he had more….i rode him while I told him o loved him,,,,,said that made him even harder which it did. he prodded my ass and dumped one of the biggest geyser loads I’ve ever had. Exchanged numbers and said he loves my soft ass and my beautiful moth. hugs!

I've been talking to a hot Latino dude on Sniffies the last few days, but wasn't able to make it work until today. He had a nice 8 inch cock that was thick and uncut. Black scruffy beard and lean. He told me his door was unlocked and he was laying in bed naked on a work online meeting. I came in and found him just like that. I started sucking his cock while he was listening to the meeting. I was able to deepthroat it pretty easily, and he was impressed. He didn't let me suck him long before he started eating my ass. He was really aggressive and working my ass. Before long I felt his knees pushing between my legs, pushing them out. Then he pushed his cock in me balls deep. He was really aggressive, spanking my ass and calling me a fag. He kept saying things in Spanish I didn't understand. His cock felt so fucking perfect in my ass. He shot a load in me, and asked if he could give me more. He ended up giving me 5 loads in a half hour. I know that sounds unbelievable but I swear its true. After the third load, we were in the shower cleaning up and he gave me two more in the shower. Definitely left his place pregnant.

We lay together in silence for 20 minutes or so, I wasn't keeping track of time. My dick was still hard and ready for more, but was starting to relax. I decided to keep myself hard, in hope of coaxing more from the man cuddling me. I started to pump my dick, slowly. "Are you still hard?" I was asked. "Yeah. I usually stay hard, after I cum," I replied. "That's hot, not many guys can claim that. I don't bottom too often, but I'd love a multi-cummer." I didn't know what to say. I blushed, facing away from him, whilst he cradled me. "Maybe if I get to top you in the future, I can show you what it's like?" "I'd like that a lot." He told me. We lay together for a while in silence, before I decided to break it. "When did you get pozzed?" I asked. "One test had a vague red line about six weeks ago. I had a solid red line a month ago. I think I was properly poz probably about two months ago. It's hard to say. I only did home tests," he explained. "Only home tests?" I asked, surprised. He had seemed so confident earlier in the evening. "Yeah. I still have them. Let me show you," his tone was eager. The top peeled away from me and rolled over the bed. Opening a draw, reaching inside and rummaging around, he fished out a couple items and rolled back across the bed towards me. Wrapping one arm back under me and the other over me, he released a handful of small white objects onto the bed in front of me. "These are my tests," I was told. There were four, small, rectangular objects in front of me. They looked like covid testing strips. My stomach dropped, as I understood what was in front of me. HIV home tests. "What order do they go in?" I asked, hoping he'd lay them out for me. His hands started moving, one trapped under me. Shuffling the pieces around, lifting each one up past my face and up to his own, I watched intently. A timeline was written out in front of me. One single red line, followed by another single red line. A faint second red line and a solid second red line. Silence followed his final movements. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah... I didn't expect this sort of confirmation, to be honest." I answered. "Are you sure you're okay?" I was asked again. I turned over and put my lips to his. Breaking the kiss, I spoke. "I'm okay." I told him, "Your profile was honest and I messaged you. I initiated." I paused. "I'm okay." We stayed there for a while, cradling each other. "Do you have another?" I asked. "Another load? Of course!" He answered, moving his hands and his body against mine. My dick responded instantly, but I spoke to him instead, "I meant another test, Sir." I encouraged his movements, frotting my dick against his. "I think I have one that I didn't need," He said. "Don't move," he told me, before pushing himself off the bed and leaving the room. I lay still on his bed, waiting for his return. It wasn't long before he returned to the porn-lit room, his dick hard and bouncing between his legs, with each step. "You need to prick a finger, boy!" He sounded excited. "I've not done one before, Sir," I told him. "That's okay, I only did one when I started chasing, too." I stared at him. I didn't expect him to be a chaser, let alone a successful chaser. I was dumbstruck. The bear grabbed my hard dick, pumped it once and shuffled closer across the bed to me. "Don't be so shocked, boy. How do you think I got pozzed in the first place? It wasn't an accident," he said, almost whispering into my ear. "How do I do it?" I asked. I realised instantly that I wanted a series of tests to spread out in a time line. Within a couple of minutes, I had done my first home HIV test. We had pricked my finger and the man helping me had sucked my finger after squeezing a drop into the plastic strip. "Thank you, Sir," I said to him, leaning in for a kiss. "You're welcome, boy," he said, as we broke apart. "We'll do another in a month or so." He was rubbing our dicks together again. "Does your hole got another round?" I practically jumped at the suggestion. I spat downwards, at our dicks and grabbed his, rubbing the moisture around and down to his pelvis. "Yes, sir." I murmured. I pushed the man I'd met that evening onto his back, climbing onto his hips and lined his dick up to my loosened hole. I sat back, reaching out for the poppers on the bed beside us. I moaned, feeling a stretch to my already abused hole and lifted back up. My hole started to relax around his thick cock again, while he grabbed the brown bottle and uncapped them for me. The bottle was lifted to my nose. "Inhale." I did. "Hold." I did. "Release." I did. I rode him for all I was worth, my hole screaming to me that it'd had enough. "Knock me up, Sir. I'm ready for another load," I moaned. I wanted the next test we did together to show two red lines. I wanted to know that the second line was his. "Give it to me. My hole is yours, Sir. Please poz me," I begged. "You're mine, boy. Don't you worry. I'm marking that cunt, boy," he growled. I rode him, rubbing his chest and leaning in to kiss him while we spoke to each other. "You enjoying my risky dick, boy?" "Fuck yes, Sir. I wanna risk it all. Breed my cunt with your poz dick. Give me your risky load!" I ran my hands up his belly, over his chest and pushed his arms up. I leaned down into his armpit for the first time, taking a deep breath through my nose. I loved it. Musky odour filled my nostrils, making my dick even harder than it was. "Fuck, Sir. You smell so good." "Yeah, you like that? A day's work and no spray? Pig!" He grabbed my neck and pulled me back down for another whiff. I breathed in deep. again. "Good, boy." I continued to ride his dick while sniffing his pits, my dick leaking on his belly throughout. I was enjoying the verbal, his body odour and his dick in my sore hole. After a while, he grabbed my dick. "We're gonna cum together, boy," he said, pumping me. "Tell me when you're close, I can blow any time." "Tell me you're poz again," I begged. "I'm poz, boy. I'm HIV positive. I'm not taking medication. I'm not on meds. I'm infectious, boy. My load is at risk of converting you." He said, thrusting up into me. I wasn't riding him anymore, he was fucking me and working my dick at the same time. I moaned, unable to do much more. "Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm not on PrEP," I manaeged. "Fuck yes, boy! No meds, no PrEP." He was shouting. "No rubbers. No fucking protection. Take it! Take it! Bug chasing cunt. Take it!" His final thrusts timed with his words, left me slumped on his sweaty chest. "Thank you," was all I could muster. He guided my legs down, alongside his own with his hands, held my back and rolled us on to our sides. Coaxing my head up off his chest, he kissed me. "I'm so glad you came," he whispered. "Thanks for coming over." "I'm glad I came, too," I replied. "Good. You should stay the night. I don't have to get up in the morning. Will you stay?" He asked. I nodded against his shoulder.

Chapter 1 – We Meet Again Jason is a long-time buddy of mine. When he lived near me, we’d get together a few times a month to party and play. About a year ago, he sold his startup company and moved to a place outside of Phoenix. He invited me to visit, promising there would be some fun times while I was there. I was excited to get away from winter and to see Jason again. We’d spent lots of time together over the years, but that had always been focused on a day or two for play. This would be the first time we spent a more extended time together, and I’d be staying at his house, too. We got along well, and I had high hopes for the trip. Jason picked me up at the airport, and we drove out into the mountains. He told me that his house was on a lake, and the area around it was secluded. He wasn’t kidding. When we got there, he had a beautiful house surrounded on three sides by trees. The back side was all about the lake. You couldn’t see any houses, and Jason told me that he often swam nude in the lake. He showed me to my room and suggested that I prep for some fun times with him. I got ready in the private bath, put on a jockstrap, then got dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He told me to meet him in the lower level, so I headed there. Jason was waiting for me and working on his phone. He was naked except for a black leather harness and cock ring. When he saw me, he said, “There’s no need for clothing here,” so I stripped off the shorts and shirt and walked over to him. My cock was straining against the pouch of the jock strap. Jason’s dick was hard and shiny with precum. I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock into my mouth. Jason is in his 40s now. At a little over 6’ tall, he’s about the same height as me. We’re both in OK shape, but it looked like he had been hitting the gym more since he moved and tightened up his body since I saw him last. He’s got an incredible hairy chest that tapers down to a treasure trail leading to his cock. His trimmed pubes help his 7” cock stand out. With the cock ring on, his cock was nice and plump. I also knew that he had a hairy ass and a hole that liked to be used. I’m a little heavier than him and not as defined. There’s some hair on my chest and ass, but not as much as Jason has. My cock is 7.5” long. So, I’m on my knees, giving Jason a blow job. His cock is pumping out some precum, which I am eager to swallow. He let me suck him for a while, then he reached down and pulled me into a standing position so that he could suck my dick. That’s when I noticed that we were in a well-equipped playroom. A sling was set up with a stool at the base and a table on one side with poppers and water. A cart with lube and toys was near the stool. It looked like a fun space. After he sucked me for a while, Jason suggested that we get things started. He reached for a pipe and torch and began melting the crystals. He took a hit when the smoke was swirling and passed the tools on to me. I, too, took a big hit off the pipe. Damn, this was some good stuff! We’d be flying soon. We shared the pipe and got ready for action. Jason suggested that I get in the sling first. He lubed up both of his hands and started working on my hole. He was using fingers from both hands to poke and prod at my hole, teasing it to open up for him. It didn’t take long for him to have four fingers from each hand inside me, using them to stretch my hole, prepping it for his fist. He added more lube to his hands and squirted a healthy amount in my ass with a lube shooter. Then, he slowly inserted his hand, twisting it as he entered my ass. He paused at the widest part and used some twisting motions to let me experience the fullness of his hands inside me. He knows how much I enjoy being stretched like this. Next, he slid more of his hand in, getting in to about mid-forearm. Once he was settled in there, he gave me a minute to adjust. That first insertion is always fantastic, and he knew that there would be many more insertions to follow, so there was no need to rush. After a moment, Jason started some small movements inside me. He was flexing his hand and twisting it around, letting his knuckles graze over my inner walls. Jason was also working his hand deeper into me. He paused once he hit my second hole. We both knew that we would breach that barrier, but there was plenty of time for that. Jason then pulled his hand all the way out of my ass. He added more lube to it and slid back in. This time, he went all the way in on a single push. Jason worked my hole, pushing back and forth, all while twisting his hand around inside me. He was getting me well-opened, and I enjoyed the ride. Next, he pulled out and looked over his selection of toys. He always liked Mr. Hankey’s toys, and it appeared that he added significantly to his collection. Some of my old favorites were there, but there were plenty of new items. He chose a new one that looked like a super-sized version of a real cock and started to lube it up. This toy was thick from the start, and his insertion made me gasp in pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled then as he slowly drilled the dildo further into my ass. He occasionally paused to let me adjust to it, but he kept a steady pressure on it. Twisting and moving it forward got most of the toy inside me until he hit my inner sphincter. With the thickness of this toy, it was unlikely to go through my second hole yet, but it felt amazing having it there. Jason gently extracted the toy from my ass, pulling it all the way out and then shoving it back in. He repeated this action, pulling it all the way out before sliding it in again several times. Each time, the initial penetration of the head was easier, and my ass adjusted to accommodate the thickness, allowing the toy to slide in deep. He was shaking and twisting the toy as he fucked me with it. He was really getting into working over my ass with this, so I decided to take a hit of poppers and let him go wild on my ass. I took one small hit in my left nostril, blew it out, and then took a deep hit on my right side, which I held. When Jason knew that the rush was on me, he pulled the toy out and quickly shoved it back inside me. Now, he was moving the toy with great speed, letting my ass feel every penetration and each wrinkle and vein on the dildo as it slid through my chamber. Then, Jason dropped the toy on the ground and, as the poppers were wearing off, shoved his hand inside me again. This time, he was able to get deep inside me quickly and was poking at my second hole. He teased it just a bit and then slid his fingers through. Feeling him inside my colon was a huge turn on and I moaned in pleasure and appreciation. Jason suggested more poppers and held his hand still while I snorted the fumes. Then, he began his assault on my deepest areas, pushing through my second hole, moving his fingers ever deeper inside me. I was bucking around on the sling, reacting to the intensity of the workout he delivered. My cock had been leaking a steady stream of precum, but now a huge gush erupted from it, coating my hairy stomach. Jason was oblivious to this since he was so focused on my ass, so I reached down and scooped some of the fluids into my mouth. The sweet and salty taste turned me on and excited me for what was to come. Jason slowly slid his hand out of my ass. He took his time removing it, letting me feel the bumps and texture of his hairy paw as it was extracted from my ass. When he was all the way out, he again used both hands to spread my hole open. After the session we just had, it opened readily for him. He dipped in with his tongue and gave my hole a few licks. I shivered in delight as his tongue licked and probed my inner flesh. Then, he helped me out of the sling, and we swapped places so that he was now in the sling, legs spread and ass temptingly exposed to my yearning gaze.

Just wow. following the previous 2 encounters with Rob & Dean, they planned a third. We made the plans to meet and they made the details very vague, replying to my questions only with "don't worry how many arrives, prepare for a night of fun" so I did just that, around lunch I started prepping myself with saltwater cleanse and got my hole squeaky clean for anything it might be getting, and since my partner said he couldn't join us due to work, I got a load from him to pre-lube my hole, got an Uber and arrived to their place around 5pm. My only instructions were to arrive, let myself in, strip, get on my knees and were a blindfold that they prepared for me, then someone will come and take me to the play area. So I did just that, I entered and was alone, stripped, on my knees, put on the blindfold and waited till I heard footsteps coming towards me, no words were spoken and I was just lifted by 2 men and was carried downstairs, i started hearing voices, men talking and cheering as I was brought to the room till I was placed on a sling, had my hand and legs tied and then I heard Rob announce: "this slut is here for us to use, he can take it all so have fun". my cock shot up and I was almost shivering from the excitement, not knowing how many men are going to use me or how lol. they suddenly all went silence and I heard them getting closer till I felt the warmth of bodies standing next to me. then I felt hand all over me, face, body, cock, ass, I was touched everywhere, like I was being explored till someone strayed probing my hole with fingers, feeling the wetness inside me and asked "how many loads you got slut?" I answered that just the 1 and in desperate need for more! "don't worry, you'll have a cunt full of loads you'll be leaking for a week after we're done with you!" then it began, poppers were placed in my nose and I inhaled about 10 huffs they gave me before it was taken and a cock was shoved in my mouth while another was pushing in my hole, first it was just a tease to with the cockhead but then it went all the way till I felt the pubes on my skin. Game on! This started the rough fucking my hole while I was sucking all the cock I was given, till the guy fucking me announced he was going to load me and I felt him buried deep in me and shooting a super hot load in me. then, it was blur, one by one I was fucked by all the men there, I loss count but each and every one of them fucked hard, had nice cocks ranging from normal to enormous till I felt a familiar cock and heard my partner saying "you didn't think I'd miss an opportunity to see you getting used by over 20 men?" Wow! Knowing how many men are there and having my partner there with me got me into overdrive and I just begged them to use me hard! My partner kept plowing me and showing the rest how hard I can take his 11" thick monster before he shot his load and then he was replaced by Rob's 11" equal that was fucking my hole just as hard. 20 something loads later they were done with round 1 and was taken off the sling to a mattress, where I was instructed to sit on an cock that was laying there and I began riding him with my sloppy cummy hole, it felt amazing and soon after I felt a second cock pushing into my hole and so a double penetration session began, fucked by 2 at a time by all of them, changing all sort of combinations while sucking the cocks to clean, tasting the cum and my ass juices till Dean was giving me his cock, asked if I was thirsty and I knew exactly what he mean, I nodded yes and immediately started feeling a warm stream of piss in my mouth, while I was still being fuck hard! It was a bit hard not to spill a drop but I managed and then quickly replaced by another giving me another piss load! I was in piggy heaven!!! When they all finished fucking my hole like that and coming a second load in my gaping hole I was laid on my back on the mattress with my legs up and then I felt someone starting to piss on my hole before shoving it in me continuing to fill me with piss before he started fucking me hard while I felt piss started to drench me from the men standing next to us, pissing all over me. when the guys pulled out from my hole it was replaced by a hand that slid right in, my hole was already so opened and slick with more than 40 loads + piss load that I just felt it all sloshing in me while the fist was playing with it. poppers were placed in my nose again and a fist session began, I was drenched in piss, smelling like cum and sweat and I was loving it, the energy in the room was mesmerizing and I couldn't stop. it went on for a while and I was fisted, fucked and loaded more and more by all the men there, from time to time I heard my partner commenting on what a good slut I am, Rob and Dean the hosts that kept edging me on to take all the men that they invited, calling me a cumdump whore that will take any cock all I could do is moan like a bitch around the cock that was filling my mouth to clean. this entire session went on for hours and hours, I was fucked in any position, back on the sling, spit roasted on all 4, on a fuck bench, even in the air as I was held by a bull of a man with a beautiful cock, must've been 10" and then another was pushing in, they were double fucking me like I was just a piece of meat and I was loving it! then they began to leave, after dumping their load in me I could hear them saying goodbye to the hosts, thanking my partner all while disregarding me which only turned me on even more. Suddenly the blindfold was taken off and I saw my partner, rob and dean standing next to me smiling and still hard and telling me I took total of 31 men tonight, 102 loads that was marked on a board after every load that was dumped in my cunt, no to mention the 3 loads that I shot handsfree while I was pounded by all the men. heaven! they wanted one last load so I was placed in the sling, my hole was just leaking cum and basically a completed mess as they fucked me hard and fast, dumping their loads in me, then giving it to me to clean and when they were done, I was plugged by a huge plug to keep it all in, I could feel the cum sloshing in me as I stood up and we went to take a quick shower all of us together. I just put on my jock and kissed them all goodbye, thanking them for a wonderful time as my partner walked me to our car and we drove home, that was when I looked at the clock and it was 6am! I was being used for 12 hours straight and it was just fucking amazing. when we got home we went straight up to our bedroom, I stripped and crashed on the bed with my partner telling me how proud he is of me taking it all, seeing how happy I was during the session. We kissed and I just fell asleep in his arms, I was exhausted. a happy piggy, cum filled, ruined hole. To sum it all up: 31 men 105 loads Till next time 😉

I 😍 to rim and I'm very good at it! As a general rule, I won't fuck anything I haven't eaten first, so if I won't eat it, I definitely won't fuck it... If the hole already has loads in it when I rim, all that much better! And if the bottom likes, I'm happy to snowball/share the loads I felch out.

Part 2: My hair was hanging down in my face as my head was relaxed forward. I'd not but it up in a hairband since Nick told me he liked the long hair. But it wasn't the best in my current situation. Nick was kneeling in front of me....I could see his beautiful dark stomach and the faint Adonis belt before it disappeared behind the waistband of his faded jeans. My sex addled mind could focus on very little more than my desire to see what was hidden. Nick gathered my hair up in his hand and paused. "Hmmm. I think I need a solution for this pretty hair of yours....hold on a second". And with that, he disappeared from my view. A few moments later, he was kneeling again and I could see a thin cord of the same jute rope he had wrapped on my wrists. "I don't normally use this on a faggot's hair, but there's plenty enough time for me to use it elsewhere, too." He gathered up my hair tightly in his fist, and I knew he was basically tying my hair into a pony tail. When he was done it was just beyond be comfortable, but the soft "hmm"s and chuckles from Nick as he worked told me it was exactly what he wanted. "Now, back to you sucking my cock." He unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop down over his hips as he reached in and pulled out his cock. It was the biggest cock I'd played with, up to this point, and even bigger than the dildo I fucked myself with. He held my head up by my pony and slowly stroked himself. He was leaking precum, beading up at the head of his cock and slowly stretching towards the floor. I heard myself moan. I was so fucking hungry for that cock. Nick let my hair go and grabbed the poppers to hold under my nose again. "Take several strong huffs, pretty boy, and let go. Just ride the wave.....there you go....a couple of more...." Nick took a few hits himself and by the time he yanked on my pony again, I was well and truly in a popper haze. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I better not feel any fucking teeth or I'll knock 'em down your throat. Stick out your tongue and open wide. I'll do the rest." I did as told and Nick guided his huge cock inside my mouth. I could taste all that precum and it was like heaven...a salty and sharp mix of flavor on my tongue and I knew I was hooked. Nick pushed in and used one hand on my pony to hold me steady and the other moved to my jaw. His grip in both places were like iron; he wasn't letting me go anywhere. He started slowly, pushing in to mouth and to the back of my throat...when it'd start to spasm he'd pull back...over and over...slowly giving my mouth and gag reflex time to adjust. "That's all the warm-up you get, pretty boy....time to take what I give you, now." With that, he pushed in forcefully, completely ignoring that spot where I'd start to gag and just pushed all the way down my throat. With my head in a vice, my wrists bound behind my back, there was nothing I could do. Nick set-up a brutal pace of fucking my throat....I immediately started crying and my spit was soaking his hand on my jaw and his cock was a slimy mess. Nick was calling me all sorts of names and yanking harder and harder on my hair. Every so often he would stop his fucking and just shove all the way down my throat...his curly pubes in my nose and his balls on my chin...and just hold it there. I couldn't breathe through all the snot and nose, and frankly even if I could Nick was so far down my throat, it wouldn't have mattered. "Choke on it faggot....choke on my fat cock."....and he'd pull back and start fucking again....then holding deep and making me struggle and go without breathing. "MMMMM. I love making a faggot choke out with my cock...can't breath can you, boy? So pretty watching you struggle....knowing in a few you're gonna go limp and black out...all from my cock. FUCK YEA! That's the best feeling in the world." But he'd pull out before that and brutally fuck my throat again. I have no idea how long this went on. I was lost in my own world of humiliation and domination and lightheadedness. Subspace or not, I just let Nick own my throat. And then he did it. He shoved back down my throat and held it. I'd given up struggling against him when he did this. I knew this game by now....over my head I heard him "Yea, pretty boy....such a good cocksucker. My pretty cocksucker now....time for a little nap." My chest was burning now, and a part of me knew he told me he'd do this and this was it.....he wasn't going to let me breathe...he was going to choke me out with his cock down my throat.....the darkness closed in around my eyes and....... I came to with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Wake the fuck up, faggot!" Nick growled at me. I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me and all I could think of was "fuck this man was a god and I worshipped him". He must have seen the look on my face because his grin got even wider and he rubbed my face telling me I was such a good boy for him. "Chase, pretty boy, you took that throat fucking like a champ. I'm so proud of you. You're making me so happy tonight." He kept running his hands over my face and smiling at me. "Now, whaddya say we make your fantasy come true and I piss up that beautiful hole of yours, hmm?" I could barely get out a whisper, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir". I tried to adjust my position on the ottoman, but found that even beyond my wrists being tied, now my hold upper body was wrapped in rope to the ottoman. Noticing, Nick told me "that's there to keep you safely on top....fucking your delicious throat made me realize you squirm a lot and I wanted to keep you secure." He patted my ass and moved around behind me. For a couple of minutes I had no idea what we was doing, but then he was back and talking to me. "Now, pretty boy, I know what you want tonight. And I'll give it to you. And you're such a pretty thing tied up for me and crying. You're the hottest little fag I've ever had, Chase. I'm a lucky man who gets to own you." He paused a second and was stroking my body from my shoulders to my ass and down my thigh. "Now, so far everything we've done was stuff you told me you were OK with, right?" I nodded. "Good, good. That's what a pretty boy like you deserves. We didn't discuss your safeword, and I've been good to not push things where you'd need it. Do you have a safeword, Chase?" "Yes, Sir....'peach' is my safeword." "Peach?!" Nick was chuckling..."how did you come up with that?" "From a joke....'what does a Junior Leaguer say during sex?....Peach...I think I'll paint the ceiling peach." I was smiling at the memory of my first BF telling me that joke. And Nick was full-on laughing with me. "Well, good as one as I suppose there is." I could hear the humor in his voice. But a second passed and the next time Nick spoke, he was close to my ear, and there was no humor in it. "But, my pretty little Chase....you don't get that tonight. Because you came into my world, all smiling and innocent and so fucking pretty. And you didn't once ask me about it...or mention it....and now you belong to me. And my faggots don't get safewords because I own them." I started panting and shaking. Fear gripped me and I was shaking me head. "Yeah, you're scared now, huh, faggot? I can see it....you're even whimpering for me. I love this part...I love seeing a new plaything realize just how fucked they are." I was babbling, and begging and crying and Nick stood up next to me....I could feel him towering over me as I begged to be let go, apologized, anything I could think to say, even if most of it was unintelligible through the tears. Nick straddled my bound body and he reached down, grabbing my head by the pony and pulling it up hard, craning my neck backwards. With his other hand he maneuvered a painters mask...a painters mask? over my nose and mouth....and then a second one on top of it. I immediately inhaled and knew there were poppers in/on? the masks. Once both were in place and I was inhaling the poppers with ever ragged breath, Nick let my head drop back down. "That should help keep you pliable, pretty boy. Don't worry, if you pass out, I'll take care of you. If you scream or yell or cry, I'll take care of you. But nobody will hear you, and nobody is going to stop you getting your fantasy tonight. You're tight little hole is going to be my piss pot right after I breed you like you were born to be." I was so high on the poppers I barely could tell what was happened from here and in what order. What I can remember is feeling Nick grab the plug in my ass and tug on it. He tugged a little and let it go.....tugged a bit more and let it go....tugged yet again and my hole struggled to stretch so he could pull it out, and he let it go....over and over tugging on it but never pulling it out. Then after a few minutes, and tugged and pulled the widest part out of my hole. I felt the stretch, just the wrong side of too much and it gave. But my relief was short lived. No sooner than it gave then Nick forced back in. I yelled. And he did it again. Over and over. As I started crying, he was laughing. "Oh, this is only the start, faggot. This hole is too tight and too fresh for all the plans I have" and "Cry all you want, pretty boy....it's music to my ears and only make me hungrier for what I have planned". My mind was barely aware of what was happening....the poppers in the painters mask had me so fucked up. I'd never had poppers like this and I struggled to stay conscious. I felt the mask suddenly fall away and Nick saying "that's enough of those"....and then he pulled the plug out of my hole for good. The entire length was gone and I could feel my hole clinching on nothing and trying to close. "oooooh, look at that pretty faggot hole....trying to close up after I gave it so much love....no, no, no....we can't have that can we, pretty boy?". I felt Nicks fingers slide inside me....there was at least 2....I wasn't sure....He was pumping his fingers in and out of my hole and what had been torture earlier was now so nice...I was moaning for him....moaning for his fingers and trying to twist and shimmy my ass to get more of them inside me. "Oh yeah, now your hole is wanting more....just how it always is....the first bit is always the hardest, making sure my new hole knows resistance means nothing to me and it will always give up to what I want." He pulled his fingers out. And then they came back and I knew my hole just opened up for him when he pushed them deep back inside. This time there was a sharp sting, like a nail caught on me, and then it burned. I yelped, "something's wrong...it's burning!"....Nick rubbed his hand on my ass, "nothing's wrong, pretty boy....sorry about that...it'll stop in a few and your hole will feel better than it ever has". He kept pumping his fingers in side me....the burning subsided....and then his fingers would leave my hole....then come back and I'd feel the little sharpness and burn again....but then it would fade....I think this happened 3 or 4 times, I'm not sure. I started feeling flush and hot all over my body. The popper haze was completely gone now but something else was making me feel weird. Like I felt weird in my own skin. Nick kept working my hole with fingers and and telling me I was such a good boy and a pretty boy and how my hole was becoming such a work of art. He reached forward and pulled the painters masks over my nose and mouth again "just for a few minutes, pretty boy....just until I get you used to my cock now." The scent of poppers overwhelmed me again and between the odd feelings in my head and body and hole, the poppers worked their way into my mind. I felt Nick remove his fingers and then I felt the head of his cock at my hole. I moaned when his head slipped inside, and he pulled it back out. "You sounded like you liked that, pretty boy. Did ya? Did you like your owner's cock slipping in your cunt?" He did it again, and I moaned even louder. "Oh yes, yes, I think you do." Ah few more times of teasing my hole like that and Nicked gripped my hips...painfully so, and then he fucked into my hole with one hard, unforgiving thrust. I yelled and the pain was overwhelming, especially when he breached my 2nd hole, without a single bit of prep. "Oh fuck yea!" Nick was yelling "Nothing better than forcing past a virgin second, especially a hole such as pretty as yours." Before I could really adjust, Nick was sliding all the way out and slamming back in, another shock of pain went through me and I cried out again. "mmm....yeah, faggot, keep crying for me like that". Over and over Nick kept slamming into me. Each time more pain and more cries and tears from me. "Ah...there it is, now your hole has given itself over to me....took more time than I thought it would, but I guess that just lets me know I'm the first man this deep inside you." I couldn't answer because I was in tears....my body was overwhelmed with the poppers, the odd feelings the rest of my body and hole feeling like they were on fire, and the pain. Nick reached forward and removed the mask again, and l could breath fresh hair, and he settled into a hard pounding, once the pain faded, the walls of my hole were like fire and Nick was rubbing them in all the right ways....I was moaning. "Yeah, moan like the slut in heat you are, faggot....I know what I got with you." He fucked me and I was in heaven. His long strokes and thick cock was everything I didn't know I was craving. After what felt like an eternity, Nick buried himself deep and draped himself over my back, pulling my pony back and biting down hard on my shoulder. I felt him convulse and his cock plump and knew he was breeding me. The first time I'd ever been bred, and here was this brutal man who refused to listen to a safeword and I was in heaven. I didn't know why I felt like I did, but I wanted him to keep fucking me more and more. But here he was filling me with his cum, and soon to be his piss. He pushed himself back up and and kept ahold of my hips. "Hold on, boy, you're about to get your fantasy." We both waited a moment, our breaths ragged. Then I felt it. "Aaaaaah, there it is, boy", Nick barely whispers. I felt the strangest sensation....a warmth that I wasn't expecting. Then I could feel the weight; Nick's piss was filling me up, fuller than I had expected. "Mmmm....such a wonderful feeling filling up my boy's cunt with my piss. All done now. Now, when I pull out, I want you to clinch up and hold it in."..."Yes, Sir." Nick began to slowly pull out and my hole was almost yelling at me to beg him "no" to not pull out. But he did, and I clinched up like he'd told me. Nick rubbed my ass, and then I felt something pushing at my hole again. "Let this in, boy....this is going to hold all my special piss inside you for a bit...make sure you get everything you need." As soon as I relaxed a bit, Nick forced the huge plug in my hole and even I could hear the squelch. "Such a pretty hole....you did a good job boy not letting my piss out. Now, we're going to keep you just like this for awhile. I'm going to get you some Advil and then, in a little while, we'll take you to the shower and get you emptied out. How does that sound, Chase? Does my pretty boy want to do this for me?" "Yes, Sir....very much for you, Sir" Nick stepped away and a few minutes later, he was back in front of me, holding two pills in his hand and a glass of water. "Take these, Chase, and it'll make you feel better, ease some of your discomfort." I let him put them on my tongue and drank the water through a straw. Nick patted my cheek softly and leaned over and kissed me. "There you are boy. Now you're going to feel really good, and you'll be mine. My pretty boy, my pretty little faggot, and my hole to abuse and share." "I'm sorry, what, Sir?" "You dumbass pretty boy. You've got a gut full of chem piss that's getting you higher and higher the longer it sits inside you. You had 3 shards shoved up your cunt and didn't even realize it. And now you just took a couple of pills of MDMA. You may've never been high before, but in about half an hour, you're going to be so fucking high, you won't even remember why this was a bad idea." Nick's voice was getting deeper and rougher as he told me this. "And now, you're mine. Tied down and going no where, and there's not a fucking thing you can do. You are now my property, and you won't ever walk out that door without a chain around your neck. Do you understand what property means, now, Chase? My very pretty piece of property?" I couldn't reply. Through whatever drugs or sex haze was in my head, I registered everything he said. But I couldn't speak....all I could do was let my head fall down when he let go of my pony and I cried. Sobs wrecked my body, and all Nick did was stand over me and laugh. "Don't worry....those drugs will make you feel good about everything soon enough. You'll soon be craving everything I have in mind for you. We just have to wait." With that, a bag or pillowcase or something went over my head and I heard Nick walk away leaving me right there on his ottoman.

If you want real physical contact with real guys then get yourself to a sauna/baths bookstore or cruising bar/area. Guys who really are up for it will make the effort to go. 99% of online guys are only into the idea of meeting up and string you along while they have a wank. This weekend I was at a hotel in Shoreditch, London. Was on the apps for a few hours in the evening - despite being able to host, nobody actually went through with a meet... went out to Bunker (local cruise bar) and had three very horny sessions with different guys in the space of a couple of hours. And two of the three who approached me were a lot hotter/younger that I would usually approach for fear of rejection. Which was a better use of my time? Definitely going out.

Wes Becomes the Blood Son of the Bear’s Family Downstairs in the front room of the guesthouse, Tom and Julio just grinned at Ed, and the three top men made out. While both men were enamored with Wes, Julio was utterly captivated. They agreed that although the boy belonged to Ed, Julio could be his secondary alpha. Tom was content. He didn’t share Julio and Ed’s need to have a relationship with the boys they fucked. For emotional support, his participation in their odd all-tops throuple and his more primary relationship with Julio was all he needed for love. For sex, he preferred boys he didn’t know, and especially boys he could take down a dark and brutal path. But Julio had always needed bottom boys he felt love towards, and who loved him back and encouraged Julio to abuse them. And while Big Ed was a cruel, cruel, top man when he wanted to be, he always needed a boy he loved and who he slowly corrupted over time. And they agreed Wes was a perfect candidate to be a long-term, maybe permanent, addition to their family. “You know though, men,” Tom said, “We really should go check on Wes. We’ve left an 18-year-old near virgin with a giant load of chempiss for quite a while.” So they went up and found Wes in a puddle of sweat, writhing as best he could in his bonds, his asshole sucking on the big inflatable. While Julio facefucked the boy and Ed removed the clamps and started nibbling on Wes’s now even more sensitive tits, Tom began slowly fucking him with the inflatable. They did this for about five minutes, just to keep the boy sexed up and the piss moving around. Tom and Ed stepped back and nodded at Julio. Tom removed the chain affixing the thin steel rod holding Wes upright, and slid the pole out from his bound wrists and ankles. As he did so, Julio drove his cock deep into Wes throat as he leaned down and without a a bit of visible effort picked Wes up and held him upside down in front of his chest, the boys mouth still locked on his cock. Wes groaned, then started sucking in earnest as the piss slipped deeper inside his upside down body. Julio held him like this, as Ed and Tom released the boys bonds and showed him how to support himself with his hands on Julio’s huge thighs. Wes was still shaking though, as he was flying and lost in the need for rough sex. After about five minutes, as Ed and Tom began moving the portable sling back into place and pulling out sex toys—dildos and plugs, sounds, tit clamps, and more drugs—Julio slowly walked Wes into the bathroom. Once in the shower, Julio moved the boy so he was cradled upright in his huge arms, and began kissing him and telling him what a good cocksucker he was. He gently put the boys feet down in the shower and, keeping a tight grip on the incredibly high and wobbly teenager, he got the boy into a squat. The boy was desperate to let the piss out, but Julio told him to hold it a second more as he deflated the inflatable. Some piss came out as the rubber tube excited his hole but Wes held the vast amount of it inside. The look of relief on Wes’s face as Julio let him push the liquid out was soon matched by glossy black eyes of lust, as Wes got even higher as ever more and more chems were absorbed as the piss excited his colon. The boy was so high, he could barely walk, so Julio picked him up, his huge hands toying with Wes’s burning hole, and put him in the sling. Julio cuffed his feet into the straps, but let his wrist cuffs free. He gave the boy a bottle of poppers with a sniffer head attached—he was pretty sure Wes would have trouble with the screw cap otherwise. Julio then lowered the back of the sling a bit, so it would be easier for the men to facefuck hum. Big Ed was the first up. He gave us boy a nice long fuck while Tom and Julio took turns facefucking Wes, teaching him to take their cocks in his mouth hole easier and easier as time went on. Ed came again, and then began to use toys on the boy. Over the next several hours, Wesley took toys much bigger than he ever could have imagined. Nothing they used was too deep—nothing longer than Tom’s cock—but the men were determined to double the boy, so they used pretty thick silicone cocks. They alternated toys and fucking, all the while keeping Wes’s throat filled with hard cock. After a while, the insatiable top men began to really teach Wes about pain. Julio loved CBT, so they took of the cage off and used sounds on his little cock while Julio squeezed and pulled and weighted his balls. Tom used a cock whip on Wes while first Julio than Ed fucked him, the top men thrilling at how the boy’s sweet pussy throbbed around their cocks with each cruel stroke. When they tired of that they recaged him—Big Ed whispering in his ear “The only reason you get to keep your cock is because we like to hurt you that way, only your holes will give you pleasure, you understand?” Wesley nodded, pleading quietly all the while for his daddy to use him. Julio started using variously sized beads on the boy, slowly increasing the roughness of how quickly he pushed them in and pulled them out. Because the boy was a beginner, the beans never got terribly large, but they did make Wes’s hole gape and throb, as they were by far the largest toys he’d ever taken. Soon the men started slipping dildos in as they fucked him, stretching him to be doubled. When Julio tried slipping a toy in beside his monster thickness Wes shouted out in pain. But they ignored him and continued to stretch until soon they had Wes out of the sling riding Julio and Tom’s cocks at the same time. Ed and Tom took turns doubling Wes, but they didn’t try Ed and Julio together. It was better to leave some depravities for the boy to work towards. They decided to take a little break, and snuggled on the bed. Wes was, of course still horny, and started begging. Each of the men slapped him hard for his impertinence, and then Tom drove a big dildo up his hole, Wesley screaming. and locked it into place with a leather strap. “Use your ass to suck on that, boy,” Tom snarled, “You’re here to serve us, not the other way around. “ And so Wesley lay across the bottom of the bed, while the top men rested, jacking their huge cocks, and giving Wes their toes and feet to worship. Soon enough, though, Wes was working his way up their bodies, thrilling at Tom’s long lean muscle, Julio’s gigantic body-builder calves and thighs, and his own Daddy, Big Ed’s sturdy, muscular legs. Finally the men relented and let Wes suck on their cocks. He started with Big Ed, working his way across. He made progress on deepthroating each of them, although he struggled with Julio’s girth. By the second time he came around to Tom, he discovered that Tom had put in a big smooth cock ring and his Jacob’s ladder, and Tom coached him in how to deepthroat him with the metal in. Anytime Tom had cause to reprimand the boy for failing, Tom did, giving Wesley a dizzying series of face slaps, throat chokes, punches, and hard slaps. They took turns spanking him while he gave first one, then the other the best blow job he could manage. Once his cheeks were red, verging on bruising from the hard spanks by huge hands they each possessed, they removed the big dildo and made him snuggle and watch videos of them destroying all sorts of young men. He sat between different combinations of men, but after about an hour, they shifted and he was between Big Ed and Tom. Tom had him suckle on his cock, occasionally feeding him a mouthful of piss, while Ed used his big fingers to tease and fuck Wesley’s very, very hungry hole. Tom made him explore with his tongue every nook and cranie created by his Jacob’s ladder, with Wesley sucking and taking into his mouth every piece of metal in the big cock, Wes working his way down to worship Tom’s balls with his mouth and Tom’s ass with his tongue. Satisfied the boy has became truly familiar with Tom’s huge tool, Big Ed had him worship his own tool, balls and ass, then brought him up to nestle between them. Tom gently getting Wesley even more horned up by playing with his nipples and ass. Julio shifted the porn, to focus on videos where boys were begging one or the other of the throuple for a pozzing. After watching several of these movies, Tom pulled the boy tenderly to his chest, moving Wes’s hands to stroke his growing cock. “You want that, too, right? Why?” Tom said. Wesley looked serious, his eyes black with Tina lust, and said “I want to be a part of your family Uncle Tom. Big Ed said he’d be my daddy and take care of me.” “Are you willing to do whatever it takes?” Tom said quietly, “Even get fucked brutally with all my metal and this thing here?” Tom reached beside himself to show Wes a big spiky cock ring. “This will tear you up inside and make your bleed—not a ton, but a little—and will make sure my poz seed makes your ours.” “Will it hurt?” Wes asked. “No more than other things you’ve done tonight,” Tom replied pointing as the screen. Wes’s eyes widened at the sight of dark haired young man with long lean muscle, begging Tom to hurt him and pozz him as Tom fucked him, slamming into him with the spiky piercing in place. Wes saw that Tom’s cock grew pink, and yet the boy urged Tom on and on. Eyes wide, Wes nodded, “I’ll do whatever it takes, Daddy Tom.” Tom made Wes kiss the spiky cock ring, and lick it. Tom used it on Wes’s nipples, and balls, and rolled it in his mouth, showing Wes that it wasn’t really sharp, just spiky and rough. Tom then picked him up and carried him to the bathroom alone. He closed the door—“You are mine alone to do with as I wish for several hours, boy,” Tom promised darkly—and made Wes get on his knees in the shower with his ass up and his chest to the floor. Tom speared the boys hole, pushing deep, with the hose of an enema bag containing the rest of the huge bottle of the throuple’s collected chempiss Ed had brought. When the boy was full he plugged him with an expandable plug, this one larger than the one they’d used before. and pumped it until Wes was clearly uncomfortable. Tom then sat on the shower bench and Wes gave his cock, balls and ass the very oral service he possibly could. Tom kept him plugged and locked for about an hour, at one point making him stand upside down in a handstand, Tom supporting him, to get the piss deep, then making him stand while Tom bit his nipples, and lightly punched his stomach, Tom enjoying the way the pain and strain made Wes’s perfect musculature look even more gorgeous. After about 45 minutes Wes was really struggling and so Tom took him in the shower and cuffed his hands behind his neck. He had the boy spread his legs as if he was going to let him released the pressure, but instead he began to slowly pump the plug more. When Wes started moaning he began to pump continuously until Wes was yelling, begging him to stop, but Tom didn’t stop until the plug was at its biggest. Wes had stopped yelling and was now crying silently. The pressure had forced the chempiss deeper though, and soon sweat was poring off him from a fresh high. Tom toyed with him now, pushing on the plug to try to lodge it deeper or brining it out just a few inches, the huge globe painfully stretching Wes’s asshole. Tom wanted to just reach in and yank the plug out fully inflated. And he’d done that many times and would someday soon to Wes, but he knew Ed had set parameters, and so he deflated the plug by about half before yanking it out, causing Wes to scream and then sigh as the potent piss shot out of his hole. Wes was barely coherent, but as Tom picked him up he was whispering “Use me please, daddy Tom, hurt me Daddy Tom.” Tom put the boy into the sling. He had the bedroom to himself, Julio and Big Ed having gone downstairs. The honor of pozzing the boy belonged to him, and so the boy was his alone for a while. Tom fucked the boy again, leaving in his big smooth ring, enjoying the boys hot hole. He was quite rough, spending time fucking at each of the boys sphincters. He slapped the boy, punched his stomach and pinched his chest. Wes was so high and so lost in bottomless desire, he egged it on, begging for the abuse. For a while, Tom tied Wes into a chair and put a pair of cruel spiked clamps on the boys small nipples. He tied up the boys balls tight, and hurt them, first by squeezing with his hands, and then with increasingly cruel hits with a small rubber hammer. Tom put Wes’s balls in a vise and turned the screw until Wes was groaning. Then he gagged the boy and cruely bit on his tits, chewing them until they were red. Finally, wiped the boys tits down with alcohol, and got out some little packages of needles. As he unwrapped one, he held it up to Wes’s face. Wes’s eyes widened. “Did you think,” Tom said, “That I wouldn’t notice that you had several videos that included piercing on your playlist? Well I did, so let’s help you experience that fantasy.” As Tom spoke, he slowly pushed the needle in. At first Wes just groaned, but by the time the needle came out the other side, he was screaming around the gag. Tom then went to the other side and did the other, and this time Wes screamed quickly and then hung his head, panting in pain. Tom let the boy sit, his head hanging in subjugation, for a few minutes while he changed out his cock ring to the spiky one. He then removed the gag and made Wes deepthroat his cock, the spiky cock ring causing the boy’s throat some pain. After he’d roughed the boys throat up a bit more, Tom knelt by the boy’s head, “If you join us, your sexual life will be to take what we give out when we give it out, no questions. Do you understand?” Wes looked up, the pain bringing his awareness into sharp focus, “Yes Uncle Tom, please use me for your pleasure, hurt me, pozz me, I want to be yours.” So Tom removed the needles, Wes hissing as Tom applied rubbing alcohol and squealing as Tom covered the sore nipples with triple antiobiotic salve. Tom unbound Wes and picked him up, kissing Wes passionately. Tom carried the boy over to the sling, telling him what a good boy he was. When he had the boy restrained in the sling Tom paused and admired the boy, already begging his Uncle Tom to fuck him. The boy really was a trouper. Tom had treated many inexperienced 18 year olds this harshly, and few had tried so hard to suck it up and take it. Tom left the boy and went over—just out of Wes’s sight—to prepare his long cock. Tom greased it up with a thick lube, and then proceeded to press Tina shards in every nook and crannie created by all of his metal. He would slow fuck the boy first, each shift in direction rolling the metal and delivering burning shards of Tina to Wes’s hole. While each would hurt, that would also build on the fire already burning in the kids pussy, a fire that Tom would then brutally feed into an inferno, as the spiky cock ring, slowly at first and then with increasing brutality stretched and tore the soft lining of the boys insides. Ton walked over a smiled down cruelly. Tom pulled the boy’s pussy open, and lined his cock up, and then he slammed his long brutally metaled cock all the way home. Wes was rigid, his mouth open in a silent howl, and then he started screaming as his body processed the burn of the top coating of Tina. Tom waited until the boy subsided as the Tina turned to desire, then he shifted his angle inside the boy, giving a little slow fuck, and deposited another set of sharp burning shards. Wes gave a series of sharp cries, as over the next few minutes Tom shifted around to try to expose the various sides of his metal and deliver the boy a huge and wild booty bump. Tom slow fucked the boy, letting his metal drag around inside the boypussy slowly. Wes was in a constant state of uncertainty, one minute craving the feeling the next minute hurting. Tom made Wes squeeze and suckle his long cock with his ass, then pulling out or pushing in, making the boys hole sore. As the Tina took over, Tom increased the speed of the fuck, slamming into the boy and then the boy’s hole grasping at him as Tom pulled his cock out. Wes began to crave the destruction, and began begging Tom to use him. Tom fucked him this way for a long time —over an hour —before pulling out and ramming a long dildo in the boy. Tom smoked a bowl as he used the dildo to fuck the boy, keeping Wes horned and begging, “Please Uncle Tom, need cock, need your cock, need hurt.” After he finished the bowl, Tom went over and recoated his cock with shards. The boy was already beyond fucked up, but Tom wanted him to be nothing but a hole. And Tom knew little Wes ‘s his already bruised and battered hole would absorb the Tina even faster, bringing the boy higher and higher. Tom yanked the big toy out and speared the boy again. The boy responded to the burning with a cry, then his ass immediately clamped down, milking the big cock,craving the Tina burn. “Red hot poker, fuck me, feels so good,” Wes began chanting. No longer bothering to be slow, Tom began fucking and changing his angles as the boy quivered and shook as his hole felt stung over and over. He removed the boys restraints, and keeping his cock buried, turned the boy onto his hands and knees on the bed, Wes screamed briefly as his hole was rotated around the hard cock, pulling and shifting in new ways and delivering a coulple more shards. Without missing a best Tom kept fucking, and he fucked Wesley in every position imaginable. He fucked him harder and harder, and then when his cock began to turn very light pink, Tom grabbed Wes around his chest, forcing the perfect body to arch like a bow, and he drilled him as deep as he could for about half an hour more before letting loose a giant load. Wes was a mess, his butt red from Tom’s spanking, his neck and shoulder showing the imprint of where the bigger man had choked him, his muscular stomach and back glistening with sweat, and yet he still pushed and pulsed his ass around Tom’s cock, begging to be fucked. Tom pulled out and then plugged and blindfolded the boy. Tom then placed him on the bed and used the cuffs to position his ass up with his wrists cuffed to his ankles. He then sat on the bed and made the boy use his mouth to clean up his cock before feeding him, another load of piss. He then pissed on a jock and stuffed it in the boys mouth and then gagged the boy, making sure the jock was hanging out of the gag and wouldn’t get sucked in and choke the boy to death. As he left he bent down and said, “Stay here boy and let Uncle Tom’s swimmers soak in your ass.” Wesley just smiled a crooked, fucked-up smile, and said, “Thank you, sir.”

Simon didn’t meet strange men on Sniffies all the time, but he found himself ass up in a strange bed, sniffing some poppers, waiting for his anonymous host to come slinking out of the adjacent room with only his footsteps as an announcement. The not too unfamiliar smell of the nitrate, mingled with something else, something not quite determinable as his host fingered his hole with something wet and slimy. The host gingerly placed an unrolled condom just next to Simon‘s face as he plunged his erect cock, deep into Simon’s ass. Simon clenched with apprehension. He asked his host to play safe and yet there was the condom next to his face. His host grunted, chortled and then moaned with malign pleasure at the tightness and at Simon’s apprehension and surprise. Simon struggled to back off the man, but his host held his hips tight with his giant hands. “Don’t buck. This will be over soon”, the man spat, thrusting deeper and with force. Simmons sighed, relented and complied, knowing he had some extra Truvada in his nightstand at home. True to his word, the host shuddered, moaned, pulled out of Simon and left him leaking on the bed. The smell of semen engulfed the room. Simon hadn’t finished yet but quickly shot his load onto the bedsheet next to the condom. That’s when he noticed it. The condom had been full and leaking semen. It was the smell he hadn’t quite been able to discern until that moment. As he drove home, Simon remembered he didn’t have any Truvada left. He smiled.

Zeke watched the boy trying to concentrate with amusement. He was a cute thing, a couple years younger than Tommy with a slim build, pale skin, freckles and white cap on top of a mop of red air that made him look like a matchstick. He had taken one look at Zeke when he had arrived with the florist to help set up for the wedding, blushed as his eyes darted to the bulge in Zeke’s pants and been a total wreck ever since Zeke perversely found every excuse to be near the blushing young man he could. “Stop that and let the poor boy work” Tommy said as Zeke inspected a painting of some cows in the ballroom and absently adjusted his large bulge ten feet away from his admirer The boy saw Tommy and blushed even more. At 22 Tommy was a testament to young virile masculinity. He had filled out in their four years together and brown fur now lightly covered his torso and chest peeking from under the tank top he wore. The bulge in his pants was substantial and Zeke swore that Tommy’s balls and shaft were heftier than when they met Tommy dragged Zeke from the room as the boy almost dropped a large floral arrangement “He may as well be screaming I’m a virgin and I want you two to change that! ” Tommy chuckled as they walked away “And I have every intention of doing just that” Zeke said with an evil smile “Just wait till after the wedding” Tommy said “If you mess up the flowers Jason and Alex will pull your chest hairs out one at a time while Mark and Jet hold you down and I won’t raise a finger to stop them. Well maybe I will. I’m not sure I could get to sleep without your chest hair tickling my nose” The wedding went off without a hitch. There wasn’t even a “straight” cousin to come out of the closet and propose to another man to interrupt the reception like at Tommy and Zeke’s wedding. Jeff did check just to make sure before he and Mike sung “Heartsong” as the two couples had their first dance though The next day the carrot top buy returned alone to disassemble everything but found that the household staff had expertly done it for him and all he had to do was load it in the van Zeke and Tommy just happened to ambled by as he finished “I guess you have the morning off since they saved you so much work” Tommy said “I guess so, Oh! My name is Red” he boy said still blushing but holding out his hand “Descriptive” Tommy said “Mom says it was either ‘Red’ or ‘Seven hours of trying to push a watermelon through a straw’ so I am happy with Red” he replied “I like your mom already” Tommy laughed "Yeah" Red said and he looked a little upset "Mom is always making up funny stories to explain what she does or didn't do. Most of them are true" then he seemed to brighten “Since you have all this free time, why don't you come with us? We can have some fun and show you a thing or two” Zeke said in his sexy, sultry “hunting neg boys” voice “What kind of fun?” Red asked though the tent in the front of his pants showed he had some suspicions With his typical bluntness that never failed Zeke said “I thought we could take you to our dungeon, tie you down and spend the morning breeding you and infecting you with HIV” Red looked shocked and said “I have never even been fucked or tied up. Let alone bred and infected” “In a couple of hours none of those things will be true anymore” Zeke said guiding the redhead through the door and towards their bedroom Tommy always marveled at how men just accepted that they were going to spend the rest of their lives with HIV when Zeke announced it. Of course Tommy had been one of those men four years ago. The only difference between him and the others was that they had fallen in love at the same time. It took a while to admit it. though They took Red to the dungeon attached to their room and together they stripped him then had him stand so they could admire him. He was tall and lean. His height made him seem skinnier than he actually was in fact he was almost the same height and build as Zeke, just softer not as muscularly developed as years of dancing with Tommy and even before had made the older man His cock was thick and veiny under it’s neat bush of ginger pubes and his balls were large and hung low Except for his pubes he was smooth and hairless even under his arms but body hair would have hidden that perfect skin, cream colored with freckles that looked like a great artist had placed each one perfectly to enhance his over all beauty. His features were perfectly even with ice blue eyes that seemed to sparkle and his full lipped mouth. Lips the color of rose petals, turned unconsciously sultry when he smiled his lopsided smile "He’s perfect" Zeke thought felling a connection to this young man, a familiarity that went beyond the normal attraction he had for pretty neg boys. Tommy felt more than the normal attraction for Red too. There was something in the way he moved, the way he stood and that smile that resonated in his mind and soul. Sort of like what he had first felt for Jason but not quit the same. Red stood under their scrutiny so long he started to get nervous “Is there something wrong?” He asked “No, it’s just except for My Tommy I have never seen a more perfectly beautiful boy” Zeke said honestly and Tommy could only nod in agreement Zeke felt a need to be in this young man, to breed him, to make sure he carried his virus in his blood forever. The only person he had felt similarly on first meeting for at first was Tommy They strapped him dace down on the X shaped cross and for some reason Zeke picked up a leather switch and experimentally swatted the boy’s ass. A low moan came from Red’s lips so Zeke expertly gave a single blow to his back that would sting for a second then fade Red’s cock started to swell “Do you want me to stop?” Zeke asked There was a pause then Red said “No” “Have you been spanked or switched before?” Zeke asked “No, not even my parents ever aid a hand on me” he said Tommy watched the tender care with which Zeke hurt this boy. “This is how he is when he sends me into one of my pain trances” Tommy thought. He had never been able to watch Zeke’s face while he practiced his art like this and rather than being jealous he loved his Zeke even more Red’s cock was dripping by the time Zeke stopped There was an energy in the room Tommy and Zeke both felt. They looked into each other’s eyes and Tommy nodded knowing what Zeke was going to do and wanting it just as much “I’m going to fuck you now and I won’t pull out when I cum and neither will Tommy. From this day forward you will belong to us and our virus will bind you. None of this is up for discussion. This is just how it’s going to be. You are part of us we were missing and now that we have found you we will never let you go” Red nodded as if he had been expecting these words Zeke stepped up behind him and in one agonizingly slow thrust slid into Red’s virgin ass as easy he slid into Tommy’s though Red did gasp in pain and had to bite his lip to keep from cumming Zeke fucked him with a tenderness he never showed most of his victims. He kissed his creamy shoulder and pinched his nipples as he ground along that inner spot making the ginger boy moan. Zeke did his best to make Red’s first fuck as pleasurable as possible. To make it special. “here comes my seed, my toxic HIV cum to make you ours forever” he whispered as he came deep inside, painting those silky inner walls with virus tainted cum Zeke squeezed the man who’s life he had just changed forever then stepped back as Tommy slid in and made love to this perfect boy who had just burst so unexpectedly into their lives and hearts, This was stronger that what they had had with Jason and more permanent and they both knew it, Red was here to stay Tommy stroked Red’s cock as he slid in and out and they came together as Tommy added his tainted seed to Zeke's Zeke slipped a plug into Red’s ass then belted it in place before releasing him. They all dressed and Zeke led them to the seating area in front of the fireplace in their bedroom “That was much more than i expected” Red said “Did you mean all that because I sure hope you did” I have seen hot men before but I felt connected to each of you the moment I laid eyes on you” “Zeke never lies or breaks promises. The only time I have heard him say anything remotely like that was the night we met. He told me he was going to make me his and change my life, ti teach me to pleasure him while he hurt me. He offered me enslavement and HIV and he did all that and more” Tommy said Zeke reached over and took his hand “Did I ever tell you how overwhelmed I was by meeting you?” He asked Tommy. “I knew though I didn’t admit it to myself that you would change me even more than I changed you and it scared the hell out of me” “”No you never told me that and you didn't showed a hint of it at the time. I love you for admitting it now though” Tommy said smiling “Anyway he meant it and if I had been the one to say it to you I think I would have used almost the exact same words. You are part of us that was missing but we never knew and we have no intentions of losing you again" Tommy said ‘Do you still live with your parents?” Zeke asked “With my mom. Dad passed a few years ago” Red said “I have been looking for an apartment because I think mom wants to start dating and that would be hard with me around “You may as well move in here. You are going to end up here with us eventually so what drag it out” Tommy said “I could move this weekend” Red said and they all felt a tension ease as that was settled “I do need to get back to work and drop off the van” Red said “It’s my last day because I want a few weeks off before I start school in the city this fall. It’s taken me two years to save up enough” “What school are you going to attend?” Zeke asked Red gave the name of the school Tommy had graduated from just the year before and said “I’m a dancer and they are the best dance program” Tommy and Zeke just stared at each other for a moment then started to laugh As they walked Red back to his van they passed Zeke’s parents coming down the hall, They had been at the wedding yesterday and had imbibed a bit to much. Zeke had put them up in one of the spare bedrooms and they being late risers were just now pre[paring to head home. As the three men walked past Zeke’s parent’s eyes widened, they both looked shocked and upset looking at Red but Red walked past them without a smile and a nod "It's good to see you two. You should stop by and see mom when you get a chance" They saw Red to his van, both of them kissing him before he got in and drove off then they turned to see Zeke’s parents in the door looking even more upset and even a little sick “Ok” Zeke said as the dust from the van settled “What the hell has gotten into you two? You both have seen Tommy and I kiss other boys before” “Not that boy! Never that boy!” Zeke's dad said with some heat “Calm down Roger" Zeke’s mother said “There is no way he could have know” then she took Zeke’s hand in hers “You can’t kiss that boy because genetically he is your half brother Zeke” and everything fell apart and fell into place at the same time. They all sat by the pool and Tommy brought out some iced tea for them to drink As he poured them all a glass Zeke remembers that though his mom was usually a blond. when she let , wer hair grow out it was red and a shade of red that he had seen just today “Red’s parents were friends of ours, His father was Roger's best friend growing up. Your dad was his best man when he married April, Red's mother" She said stressing the word "mother" "They tried for several years to have a baby and then they found out that April was barren. She couldn't carry a baby or even produce a viable egg." She continued sadly "This was during the time you stopped speaking to us when you went to college. I offered an egg and to surrogate for them and Red was conceived with invitro fertilization. I carried him in my body for 9 months and then I gave him to April." she said proudly "We all stayed close until Red’s father passed. It took April a couple years to come out of her depression but lately we have been getting closer again." "Red knows April is not his biological mother but he doesn't know I am, we are just friends of his parents ” his mother said and Tommy could tell sh had been happy to give her friends a child to raise and nurture “Mom, dad, this will probably upset you but I have no intentions of staying away from Red brother or not and neither does Tommy. He is part of us. Part of our love and to stop seeing him would be like cutting an arm off now. It is not like we have to worry about messing up a kid with inbreeding. Also you have probably guessed how close I am to cousin John and cousin Mike for that matter though there is still some contention there. You would have to be blind not to see how close Tommy is to his cousin Jeff and to his brother. We will not stop seeing Red just to make you comfortable” Zeke said firmly and Tommy nodded his agreement The thought of never being with Red again made Tommy’s hear feel like lead in his chest “You are not being fair to Red, Son” His mother said “He has a right to make an informed decision” “You are right” Tommy said “but that is easy enough to fix” Zeke’s mother looked pained and his father looked angry “Red is an adult and he has a right to know everything since he already knows that April is not his biological mother” Zeke said “I just have no idea how to tell the man I just had sex with this morning that he is my little brother this evening” “We will figure it out Zeke, we have to” Tommy said gripping his hand *********************************************************************** I make this stuff up on the spot and it sometimes surprises me too Let me know what you think! Scanbu

Once I became poz in 2016 I became a total bottom cumslut! One night after partying at the gay club and taking 4 loads there in the darkroom I went to the sex club across the street. I stripped down to just a jockstrap and climbed up on the fuck horse. With my cunt already filled with 4 loads, guy after guy started taking turns on my ass. Over a 2 hour period I ended up taking 20 loads in my sloppy slut hole! So 24 loads total which is still my record today.

Had a free evening so texted if he was up for a second round and bingo, he was ready! Popped up and had a quick repeat of our lunch session, this time a bit longer session and we both dumped 2 loads and I left satisfied. it's fun to find good chemistry with hookups!

Never shared a story before, but had a hot hookup with a 34 married guy today that I felt like writing down 😛 He hit me up on an app, saying he likes playing together in a shower, sucking cock and getting rimmed and if I'm gentle I can fuck him too (his profile said "safe only"). He even sent a face pic and was actually my type, other than that just some pics of his cock and body, which looked pretty good too. I was feeling very horny even though I just jerked off a load not long ago, so I told him to drop by. He turned out to be a cute short guy with the most amazing bubble butt - I knew I had to get inside that. We got into the shower, he started slowly playing with my cock while I grabbed his ass and gently started working his hole with my finger. He immediately started bending over a bit to give me better access and moaned slightly, causing my cock to just get rock hard. I told him to get on his knees and he sucked me off for a bit with water flowing down our bodies. Finally, I told him to get up and dry off so we can move to the bedroom where I need to taste that ass. The slut immediately got on all fours on the bed and spread his sexy cheeks, giving perfect access for my tongue - it was obvious he had experience and loved getting rimmed. He was quite tight though, so I had to work a bit to get my toungue deeper, but soon enough I had him moaning like a whore and grinding that ass against my face. At this point, I got up, started slapping my cock on his hole and asked "Do you want me to put it in? I have condoms ready", to which he responded "No, just stick it in me" (what a surprise, lol). I grabbed some lube and he was soon backing up on my hard rod. I went slowly at first, since he said he wanted gentle, but I soon saw that he got used to it pretty quick and was picking up the pace himself. That made me even hornier, as married guys often talk how they love getting fucked but then can barely take a cock at a slow pace when it comes to it. He would sometimes slow down a bit to catch a breath, but I could see the whore knew how to take a cock. After a bit I felt I'm getting close and asked "Do you want my load in you?", him "I never had cum in my ass before... (wasn't sure if to believe him at this point, haha) but go ahead". I picked up my pace and was soon breeding his married ass with a hefty load. In the meantime his phone was ringing in the background, which he said after was his kid calling, lol. We went to take a quick shower again, where I played with his hole a bit more, which made him blow his load. He dressed up and said he hopes we could repeat that. He's not local, but I do hope he'll be in the area more often, as I would love to fill that hot ass up with my cum as often as possible.

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

When I've bottomed anon; I don't really need chit-chat after but a small gesture like a thank you, kiss, or even a quick rub goes a long way in making it hotter (and making me want to play again sometime). When I top anon; I tend to give a little butt squeeze or little kiss on their cheek, shoulder, or butt (depending on the scene and where we are, club, apt, outdoors, etc). Most tend to enjoy this extra little acknowledgement. The world is a crazy wild place, have fun and be kind to each other.

Mom died when I was little and I barely remember her. Just vague memories that come up when I smell a certain perfume they still sell at the higher end stores. Dad mourned for an appropriate time then used “widowed father for family values” sympathy vote to win his first election running for county commissioner. I still have nightmares about the first time I was trotted at barely seven years old out in front of all those cameras to stutter through the little speech Dad had made me say over and over saying “This is important kid. If you get it right I just may win!” putting all that pressure on my tiny little shoulders “Vote for my Daddy Billy so he can protect kids like me from the bad people who want to hurt us” still haunts my dreams to this day Dad always called me “Kid” or “Kiddo” because he hated the name my mom had given me which was Eliot (Everyone but dad calls me El) and hated the man she had named me for, her father, even more because he never approved of their marriage saying my dad was a huckster who would sell out his own mother which turned out to be a fair statement when Dad got his mother to sign a Power of Attorney when she was diagnosed with cancer and sold he house and all her possessions while she was in the hospital for treatments. He planned to hide the money and skip out on all the medical bills Then Grandma made a full recovery but somehow Dad got her declared incompetent though every doctor testified she had her full faculties and forced her into the cheapest nursing home he could find. Her revenge was living long enough to eat up every dime he had gotten from the sale. She died the day the last check cleared leaving eight cents in the account. I loved Grandma but she was a spiteful old lady. Who can blame her though? Till the very end ever time dad was in an election she would call the local newspaper and then give an interview saying “If you vote for my son you are a fool and you deserve what you get!” Like I said I loved Grandma. My Grandpa (mom’s dad) was great too! He had an awesome name and basically raised me because my father was to busy taking bribes and making backroom deals to take care of his son. The only time I saw him was when he wanted to trot me out for the cameras at election time and that stopped when at 14. He had me learn another speech but when he introduced me and I stood in front og the camera, on live television turned to him and said “Who are you Mr.? You kind of look like my father but I’m not sure since I never see him and I live with my Grandpa and Uncle John. From what they tell me he doesn't even help support me financially” Then I looked at the camera and said “So much for Family Values Huh?” Grandpa also pissed off my Dad by remembering to change his will when mom died leaving everything to me and hiring the best lawyer in the state when his health started to fail to make sure my Dad never got his hands on a dime of it, After Grandpa passed the lawyer and Uncle John looked after me “Uncle John” was not actually related to me, He was Grandpa’s stepson from his 2nd marriage his mom who I called Mary at her insistence passed a couple years before Grandpa. She was kind of stuck up but kind to me. Uncle John and I shared a secret. We were both gay. He was the first person I came out to when I was twelve and he was the most wonderful supportive uncle he could be, He didn’t tell me was gay till I was 16 saying he didn’t want to confuse me while my hormones were out of control, I had always loved and lusted after him so it was probably for the best. When I was young John was the most handsome man I had ever seen, he was Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio rolled into one with a little old school Tom Selleck thrown into the mix for good measure. He always wore the coolest clothes and seeing him in his bathing suit awakened my first truly sexual fantasies but I will fight anyone who suggests he was anything other than a 100% proper adult when it came to me. Much to my frustration. By the time I was almost 18 things had started to change, He was still handsome but he was thinner and seemed to be sick more often. It was 1995 and the AIDS epidemic was raging. They even had a man com to my high school right as I was about to graduate to talk to us about the importance of safe sex and not sharing needles (I didn’t get that 2nd part at the time). My Dad had been against it I recall. I was on the student council so I met him personally. Just before he shook my had a little beeper went off in his pocket and he took out a prescription bottle with the name “Retrovir” (better known as AZT I learned later. Popped a pill and stepped to a nearby water fountain to help it go down, as he returned to me I noticed a janitor rushing to spray the water fountain with something that smelled like bleach and wipe it down with gloved hands. “Hey, my uncle John takes those vitamins!” I said He tried to hide it but the look of surprised sympathy gave it all away and I knew. Uncle John had HIV. When I asked him why he had not told me he said he didn’t want to worry me and he was almost done. He wanted to get me to 18 when my inheritance would kick in and then he could go The party my Dad belonged to, The R Party, maintained that people with HIV were all perverted degenerates who were being punished by God. Even the little kids with blood disorders and caught it deserved it somehow according to them. A plan started to form in my mind. One every bit as evil as anything my money grubbing Dad could come up with. Over the next weeks the parts came together more and more. I talked to my friend Diana who was the prettiest lesbian you ever met and we started being seen together I took her and her “best friend” Vicky to the prom and we spread rumors about a drunken 3some in a hotel room afterwards. I was going to be quite well off when I turned 18 and the plan was to be seen together for a couple months more then a quick trip to Las Vegas and we would be married. Vicky would move in as her “personal assistant” and I would live with Uncle John (He was unaware of that part of the plan for now) it would be the perfect cover for all of us. That lawyer Grandpa had Diana sign some papers when she turned 18 to protect my assets and she had no problem with that, Uncle John had been getting even thinner and he was more and more depressed. He told me many of his friends had died and the ones who had managed to stay HIV negative stayed away from him. He was lonely and had no release other than his hand. “I used to be the hottest Top Man in the city. I would fuck three and four pretty boys a night but I think it was the one time I shot up that got me" We were sitting by the pool and the bulge in his swimsuit looked even bigger against his thin frame as he talked about his glory days Finally the big day arrived and 10 minutes after midnight on my 18th birthday I pushed John’s door open, He had his eyes closed and didn’t hear me. He was in bed stroking his huge cock, 9 ½ inches I would later measure, and moaning “El oh my beautiful El I want to be in you so badly, to make you mine. Oh I love you my El, you are so beautiful” Maybe I should pause a moment to describe myself at 18, You have to realize that though my dad was a scumbag he was exceptionally good looking with classic Greek features a hairy chest and piercing green eyes. Pair that with my mothers deep auburn hair and full sensuous lips, a thick 10 inch cock I never did learn which side of the family gave me and my athletic state champion quarterback 6 foot 2 body and I java to admit I was a little more than handsome but back to our story I watched John for a couple minutes with his eyes closed stroking and moaning my name then I quietly knelt next to his bed bent over running my tongue around the head of his cock and then opened wide and took it in my mouth His eyes flew open “El! What the hell are you doing? That’s dangerous!” “We are going to things that are a lot more dangerous tonight John” I told him firmly “What are you talking about?” he asked covering himself with a pillow “You are going to become my life partner for as long as we have together and you are going to make love to me all night to consummate our union. After what I just heard I know you love and want me and I have loved you since I was about twelve” I said looking into his eyes He looked conflicted, struggling with himself so much he actually started shaking a little and finally looked at me with tears in his eyes “Yes I love you and I want you but dammit I will be lucky if I have six months left. I can’t do that to you! Besides you should have someone as young and as handsome as you are. Just look at me” And he threw the pillow aside His body was thin but not what you would call wasting quite yet. His tall frame equal in height to mine exaggerated the thinness. His now only slightly aroused cock lay across his balls and they definitely did not look thin in fact they seemed to pulse with a light all their own and make me want it in me even more “You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen and never more so than now. I love you and I want, no I NEED you inside of me” I said hotly “I can’t be inside of you, I don’t even have a condom!” he protested but he was weakening I could tell “All the better because I never want you to wear a condom or pull out when you fuck me” I said calmly He sighed “El I am one step away from full blown AIDS and love won’t protect you from it. I’m sorry but it's true” “I know what you have and I don’t want to be protected from it. I want you to infect me as a sign of our love and for another reason” and I explained my full plan to him He looked at me with awe and pride and an evil glint in his eyes “You are a diabolical, twisted, sick fuck and I love you for it” then he thought about it for a few minutes and finally said “Ok I’m in” “No you aren't but you will be soon” I joked "OK repeat after me" and I took his hand in mine “I pledge my life to you for as long as we share this earth together, I will be faithful to you in my heart though I am free to share my gift with others, Our enemies will fall before us and get what they so richly deserve, This I promise to my one true love” and John repeated each line starling into my eyes He pulled me to him his thin strong arms wrapping around my youthful body practically glowing with health and potential for a long life. I was sacrificing that to our love and his virus voluntarily and we kissed with an urgent passion as the the desire to breed took us both He rolled on top of me then rolled me onto my stomach and used his knees to push my legs apart. “You are MINR! This ass is MINE! Do what you want with your cock but for as long as we both live no one touches this ass but me! I love you too much to share this ass!” He groaned, his dripping toxic cock head rubbing up and down my crack seeking it’s new home, finding it and sinking in I bit my lip to keep from yelping as he roughly took my virginity, to caught up in passion and emotion to be gentle. Within a minute I felt his huge virus filled balls flop against mine as I ground ten rock hard inches into the sheets beneath me then he pulled out and slid back in and I moaned as this felt better than I ever imagined it could. John was a consummate top man. Years of experience pleasing bottoms came into play as he moved in and out of me plowing my virgin inner walls and getting them ready to be inseminated by his fertile virus, running his thin fingers over my well fleshed muscular body only of legal age for less than an hour and now to be offers up o our lust and his disease His thrust became frenzied and his cock battered my insides as my balls tightened and finally we found that release together me soaking his sheets and he firing wads if cum and HIV into me and sealing my fate We lay together my head on his chest and his fingers in my hair “Now you are marked as mine forever, Even when I pass part of me will live on in you” “I’m the luckiest man in the world” I replied We made love twice more that night and he lasted longer each time. I think if we timed it he was in me about 3 hours that night. That was a record we broke many times. The very next afternoon John got a call from his Doctor about a clinical trial for a new class of HIV treatment drugs. John agreed to participate and had one of the best results in the study. Over the next couple years with healthy living, lots of physical activities he gradually recovered becoming the man I remembered again and on his 30th birthday he got the news that his HIV viral load was undetectable I on the other had was very toxic and a couple years into my plan. I will tell you how it started when next we meet ********************************************************************* I hope you enjoyed the beginning of my new story. Let me know I am going to let “Somebody to be mine forever” rest for a while but I’m sure Jeff. Mike and Family will continue to make cameo appearances in “Zeke’s Tales” which will continue Scanbu

I sat in the office of the R Party state leader with BB and the twins. The man sat pompously behind his desk and eyed the four if us. His lips smacked when he talked, It was disgusting “I would like to commend the four of you. Your public stand against substance abuse and under age drinking is an inspiration to all of us. It also makes you and other young R Party members like you uniquely qualified to perform a task that needs doing” he said grossly “Every four years we hold out national convention and every time we do the idiots the states send as representatives cause issues. They get drunk and go carousing in the streets or they pass out in the convention center. That always makes it into the press and it’s a bad look. We have enough men who will stay sober enough to control the carousers this year but we need strong young men committed to sobriety to handle the ones who pass out” he continued almost slobbering “This year the convention is in Washington DC. There are five main hotels attached to the convention center. Each attendee will have the name of his hotel and his room number on his badge. What we want you four and several more similar young men from around the country to do is simply round up the inebriated fools and dump them back in their hotel rooms. It’s simple and the Party will owe you” He finished and wiped his mouth I looked at BB and the twins who looked like Christmas had come early and said “Just let me make sure I heard you right, You want us to take a bunch of guys who are passed out drunk back to their hotel rooms and leave them there?” “Exactly. We will pay your way there and even pay you a tidy sum to help us keep these “Billy Bobs” from making the Party look bad again this year” “We’ll do it” all four of us said together So here we were on the convention floor after the business of the day had concluded and the booze had started flowing waiting for out first victims to pass out, It didn’t take to long. Some of these guys were barely 18 and no one was checking IDs. The first of the lightweights were three sheets to the wind in an hour and passed out in two, I helped a guy I had heard earlier going on about “White rights” earlier. He was kind of cute with brown hair and a nice body. His eyes were shut as I manhandled him back to his hotel and tossed him face down on the bed. I puled his pants down around his ankles and exposing a really pretty and totally defenseless ass, I unzipped and crawled on top of him forcing his legs apart with my kneed as I popped his cherry without mercy. He barely stirred as I quickly fucked him with ten inches of toxic viral cock breeding “Mr. Wight Rights” with my HIV filled cum, Damn that felt good. I pulled some baby wipes from my pocket and clean him up. Pulling his pants back up then using a black marker to put a tiny plus in the corner of his badge so the others would know he had already been serviced. I was whistling as I walked back to the convention center Next I helped a state senator back to his room by tossing him over my shoulder and carrying him, He was a little guy with a very trim tight body who could not handle his booze I guess. He never woke up as I dropped him on his bed on his back, pulled off his shoes then his pants and bred him like a girl. His legs flopped next to my face as I pounded him tearing up his tight little hole up depositing a load of charged seed deep in his guts before tugging his boxers back on and adding the plus to his badge This went on all night and my cock was sore as I fell into bed. Breeding seven different guys over five hours will do that to you and this was just the first night of five. BB was just as exhausted. As he curled up and laid his head on my chest he told me he got six himself I kissed him on the top of the head and pulled him closer to me, so proud of him “We got thirteen all told one of the twins said from the other bed in a sleepy voice and we all happily drifted off as 26 R Party “Billy Bobs” had our virus invading their blood The other nights we had similar luck and all told we pozzed over 100 different men over five days The best for me was on the third day. I found The Reverend Alister Moonwall passed out in a bathroom stall. He was the leader of “The Moral Mob” a group of fanatics who used bully tactics to intimidate minorities and gays, often times raiding gay bars and beating the occupants senseless. Somehow the police never fund those responsible Before I helped him I pulled out a mini camera and snapped a few shots of him passed out next to the toilet then with BB’s help I got pictures of him “sucking” my cock through a glory hole. Then I got him up and to his room. Just for fun I placed the hotel room bible on his chest as I bred him like a bitch and deposited a nice gift from god in him I gave the pictures to my investigative reporter friend and we waited. After about five months he started a new initiative condemning gays and saying we were all going to fie of AIDS, The next day the headline read “Anti Gay Preacher Caught Performing Oral Sex On Other Men In Public Restroom! Rumors Say He Has HIV! He denied that the picture was of him and immediately got a HIV test which came back positive. His entire life was basically destroyed… Oh well We had a little party the next day and waited for the next opportunity to stick it to the R Party. Literally *************************************************************************************** Let me know what you think! Scanbu

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The first video on the new channel had come out and it went viral. Tommy chose not to consider that being linked on the social media of Mike and Jeff, Hank and Buzz and even Jason and Jet who were now huge social media stars after that internet melting kiss, may have had something to do with that, All of the above had made appearances in the video The video started with Tommy and Zeke on a white background in leotards and wearing exactly matching loose shorts to cover up certain things “Hi, I’m Tommy and this is my husband Zeke. You may remember us from the Mike and Jeff video we danced in some years back: Dance is an expression of our love A brief clip of the video played and then it was Jason and Jet on the white background “Hey it’s Jason and Jet, we are not married yet but we are working on it” Jason said with a grin “That video inspired the dance we did on tour that became such a phenomenon and that’s what it all comes down to. The expression of concepts and emotion through dance” And a clip of the end of that last dance and the famous kiss played Then it was Mike and Jeff’s turn “Dance is a big part of the music industry and what we do. Dance is the expression of music and Joy” A clip pf Mike and Jeff dancing together at the “Grammyphone” Awards played Next it was Hank and Buzz hulking and muscular “Some not so bright people may tell you dance is only for sissies or other such nonsense, and if they do tell them to watch this video. It may surprise you how many of the athletes you look up to rook dance classes. Dance helps with both balance and stamina. It teaches you to move in new ways with poise and confidence Here are some of the moves we learned taking dance classes: A montage video of both Hank and Buzz spinning out of tackles and standing balanced on one foot as they threw a pass allong with many other near escapes played Then various other famous athletes, friends of Hank and Buzz's, from many sports would appeared and say “I learned this move in dance class followed by a short clip of an incredible game changing move Then it was back to Tommy and Zeke “Being a professional dancer is not easy. It requires years of commitment to learning, a healthy diet and a healthy lifestyle but even if you just want to learn a few things it can enrich your life. Zeke and I and some of out friends will be back in future videos to show you some basics but if you really want to learn watch the message at the end of this video coming up next, Kids get your parents to watch this video and especially the end if you think try want to try dance!! Tommy said The video switched tp a lady in her late 60s in a leotard, You would not want to meet this lady in a dark alley. She looked like she could kick ass and take names “I’m Mrs. Abrams, I was Tommy’s first dance instructor. No matter what age you are there is a dance class for you. It’s never to late to learn something new. Look online for a dance studio near you and always check accreditation and reviews then come explore the world of dance with us” and the video ended Local dance studios around the country were totally unprepared for the wave of new signups that hit them. Many unemployed dancers ended up teaching full time and while things eventually calmed down some of the greatest dancers in human history got their fist nudge into dance because of that video and the ones that followed Tommy and Zeke used the ad revenue from the videos as well as hefty donations from both themselves and Jeff and Mike to fund tuition assistance for less fortunate kids around the country and it just felt good to help ***** Every Wednesday evening Tommy and Zeke met up with Butch and Pete for dinner and talk. During hat first lunch they had hit it off so well that it became a weekly thing shifting to dinner because of work schedules. It was nice to have non-sexual gay friends to hang with and talk about everything from politics to art Pete had been absent from the last couple weeks but he was back now a little surprise Well maybe little was the wrong word. When Tommy and Zeke entered the suburban house their friends owned they found a second giant almost as big as Pete “This is my son Lars" Pete said simply “I didn’t know you had a son” Zeke said “Neither did I till about a month ago” Pete said “I was briefly married to his mother when I was a young soldier, stationed in Germany, She would not come to the U.S. and I didn't want to stay in Germany so we split up. I didn’t know she was pregnant when I left and she never let me know. Lars only found my name by going through her papers after she died. She never told him the man who raised him was not his father but I don’t think anyone can deny he is mine” Pete chuckled Lars was a younger mirror image of Pete except for the mop of black hair in his head and he was staring at Tommy for some reason “It’s nice to meet you Lars. I’m Tommy and this is Zeke” Tommy said and Lars blinked “I’m sorry to stare, you look just like my Papa, the man who I thought was my father” Lars said with a slight accent He went down the hall and soon returned with a picture of a boy about twelve with a man who infeed looked much like Tommy though Tommy’s natural hair color was quite a bit lighter and Zeke suspected the resemblance would be less pronounced without the identical facial hair “Papa died when I was 16 and it shocked me to see you, My apologies again for staring” Lars said They sat down to dinner and found out Lars was 34 and a doctor, He was relocating to the states to get to know Pete and Butch. Pete was “Daddy Pete” amd he called Butch “Mama Butch” and Butch was delighted. They were both obviously charmed by this new addition to their lives and they lavished attention on Lars After Dinner Tommy and Lars cleared the dishes and after Lars rinsed then Tommy loaded them in the dishwasher, a task he oddly had no problem with Lars looked up as laughter drifted in from the other room “I wish I had grown up with Daddy Pete. My Momma and Papa were not kind to me, I was so different from my brother, so much bigger but also so much smarter. They always seemed to resent that. They put nothing aside for my education but my brother got his way paid even though he didn't have the grades and he barely made it though to get his degree while got top marks while working full time” “Daddy and Mama are so wonderful and loving. I am glad I found them. They will need someone to care for them as they age and geriatric medicine is one of my specialties along with immunology ” he said looking fondly through the door at them “I would not use the word geriatric around them and they are only in their early 60s but it’s good they have you now. Zeke and I adore them” Tommy said with a smile “As for immunology, let us know when you open your practice and also please come to us if you need help financially. You have heard of Ze-Corp?” Lars nodded “They used to have a bad reputation but in the last few years they have done a lot of good with charitable donations and in how the employees of their subsidiaries are treated” “Between Zeke and I we own 100% of Ze-Corp. It came to Zeke from his grandfather and he made me co-owner before we married. We have a string of medical offices across the country and the one here in the city is about to close because the Doctor is retiring and has not found a replacement to take over. His specialties are the same as yours” “How do you know so much about this Doctor?” Lars asked “Zeke and I are both HIV positive and he has been our GP and Immunologist for years” Torrent replied without a hint of embarrassment. Just because they remained unmedicated did not they just ignored the potential health risks of HIV Lars looked directly at him and said “You are very beautiful and very kind Tommy. Your Zeke is a lucky man” “We are lucky together” Tommy said “I can’t imagine life without him and he has given me a life where I can be a kind and generous as I want. You are a handsome man yourself by the way Dr. Lars” and Tommy started the dishwasher then squeezed his arm as he walked past “Oh! Zeke and I play with others but only together. Just thought you might like to know that”” giving his ass a little shake as he walked out the door Lars smiled and followed Later that night as the made love he told Zeke that Lars was interested in them and his plan to start practicing medicine in the city along with his specialties. “He could take over for…” Zeke started but the rest was cut off by a gasp and moan from him as Tommy hit that one special spot "Miles ahead of you Babe” Tommy said with a evil smile as he deliberately ground into the spot he knew drove Zeke wild Tommy was on top for a change and Zeke had come to love bottoming for his Tummy though he threatened dire consequences if Tommy ever told his cousin Mike. The problem was Tommy loved bottoming for Zeke even more so sex was about an 80/20 split between them and Tommy was making sure Zeke enjoyed his 20% bottom time as much as possible “I wonder if he is a submissive like his dad” Zeke said as Tommy hit that spot inside him again. The spot only Tommy seemed to be able to find making Zeke moan even louder “Time will tell” Tommy said and he picked up the pace finally breeding Zeke then he rolled him over and sucked Zeke’s cock down his throat finishing him off in just a couple minutes with the aid of a finger slid in and massaging that magic spot The next day Zeke started an investigation into Lars and his medical practice, schooling and background and everything came back not just good but great. Lars was a U.S. citizen because Pete was his father and he had graduated from medical school at the top of his class He had a report compiled and went to see Dr. Baxter. The kind old man who made an attempt every time he saw them to get them on meds but otherwise was a great Doctor. He had been looking for months for a replacement with his specialties and the financial ability to take over a busy practice with five employees He seemed impressed with the synopsis on Lars and Zeke said “He is the son of close friends. Tommy so I will help him with the financial side of things if he needs it and if you find him acceptable” “I’d certainly like to meet him” Dr. Baxter said After the meeting they met again “He’s an impressive young man and he’s big enough that he may be able to pound the need to be on meds into you and Tommy’s stubborn heads” he said with a faint smile “We will see” Zeke said smiling back at this truly good man who had spent his life putting the needs of his patients first In a very short time Dr. Baxter began to step back and Dr. Lars began to take over then after a few months Dr. Baxter quietly retired knowing his patients would be well cared for The first time Zeke and Tommy went in for a consultation with Dr. Lars. together as they went to all medical appointments because they had no secrets from each other they sat in comfortable chairs, a thing Dr Baxter had always insisted on in his office, as Lars sat their medical folders on the desk “I had a long consultation with Dr. Baxter about you two and his concerns about your refusal to go on medications for yout HIV, While I agree with him I have to say neither of you is suffering ill effects from your infection yet, though you Zeke, having been infected for over six years should be showing signs of deterioration most likely.” He said “There was a time almost a two years ago when your levels started to show signs of dropping. It was right at the time you two did that video with Billy and Mike Clay-Blake” he continued “They are our cousins” Tommy smiled and briefly explained “I caught your recent video about dance and I was surprised to find out that it was you two. That video with Billy and Mike gave me hope when my mother was dying. I must have watched it a hundred times” Lars said “As I said Zeke, your levels started to dip but only for a few months then they stabilized and have remained consistent since. Tommy your levels have never dropped but your infection was more recent” “Zeke gave it to me the night we met,” Tommy said. There was no point hiding it “There is one confusing thing that Dr. Baxter noticed and your latest test confirm. When you first came in your strain of HIV was identified/ You both now are confirmed to have a different strain of HIV. It’s related to the old strain but it is distinct from it” Dr. Lars said “I agree with Dr. Baxter that you should go on the meds. If only to keep from spreading it to others” he finished Without really thinking Zeke said “We like spreading it to others who willingly accept it” a hint of his sultry sexy intensity creeping into his voice To cover the nervous moment Lars stood and walked to a cabinet replacing their medical records in it “I can’t say I approve of that” He said turning back towards his desk “You may not approve but I think your cock does” Tommy said looking pointedly at the now tent shaped front of Lars’s pants poking out through his open lab coat Lars blushed a little and said “It has always been a fantasy since medical school even though I know better than most exactly how HIV attacks the body, the way it takes over just turns me on especially when it is deliberately bred into a person. I can’t help my body’s reaction or the intellectual shame it brings me. You two and especially you Tommy looking so much like my Papa are the ultimate temptation for me” “Why does someone who looks like yout Papa turn you on so much?” Zeke asked “Papa was the disciplinarian in our family. He used to take a belt or a switch to me all the time, usually for an unfair reason. Because I knew I didn’t deserve it I began to look at it as an honor when he spanked or switched me and in the end I came to crave it because it was the only attention he gave me. Despite everything I loved him” Lars said quietly Then he removed his coat and shirt ant turned putting his hands on the desk and showing them his back Zeke went to look more closely and gave a low whistle of appreciation. He knew artistry when he saw it. Lars’s back was covered with almost healed marks that would fade and leave no scars. The marks had been made with a leather switch and expertly applied/ Zeke did this exact thing to Tommy once every month or so and it always sent Tommy into one of his euphoric pain trances Zeke ran a finger along one of the marks and Lars shivered “Who did this to you?” Zeke asked “I made a trip to Germany last week to clear up the last of my things there and I saw a man I knew who likes to make me hurt like I need” Lars said Zeke nodded he looked at Tommy who went and locked the office door as Zeke undid Lars’s belt and pulled it off using it to bind Lars’s hands behind his back “You know what is coming Dr. Lars” Zeke said pushing the giant man’s pants down his hips “I can’t do this…” Lars said, squirming as a hefty 9 inches which just looked proportionate on his huge body bounced free “Stop resisting Boy! It’s time for your spanking” Tommy barked Lars looked at him startled then said “yes Papa” and bent down laying his torso on the desk Tommy took off his own belt doubled it and lightly tapped that giant muscle ass covered in black hair with it a few times before delivering an expert swat that brought a grunt from Lars Zeke had trained Tommy on various pain subs they had met in there time together and felt pride in the skill he displayed now Tommy continued his assault on those huge slabs of butt muscle until they had a nice red flush to them then he tossed the belt onto the desk and unzipped his pants pulling out his eight incher “It’s time to give you what you want and fear Son” he said rubbing the head between the furry cheeks of the man who knew better than anyone just how infectious Tommy was “I don’t know” Lars said in a conflicted voice “You will obey your Papa!” Tommy said coldly slapping that giant ass “Yes Papa!” Las said automatically and Tommy’s neg seeking missile found it’s target and sank in Lars was no virgin and his talented ass almost sucked Tommy’s cock as he slid in and out “Papa is going to infect you, Son. He’s going to give you his virus. His HIV. It’s going to take you over and live in your blood forever” Tommy whispers evilly, using everything he knew to keep this giant man compliant as Tommy got ready to breed him with a disease he knew better than almost anyone he should reject. The feeling of dark power made Tommy’s head almost spin ad his balls pulled up ready to pump pure poison “Here it comes Son. Papa’s gift to you that will taint you forever” Tommy said “I love you Papa” Lars moaned as he felt Tommy’s seed hitting his inner walls with wad after was of toxic cum Tommy stepped back and Zeke made quick work of adding a second load of HIV cum to Lar’s ass. He would have normally lasted longer but the sheer evil darkness of Tommy’s approach turned him on so much he had been edging most of the time Tommy was fucking the huge man As they cleaned up Tommy called Pete and Butch to let them know Lars was spending the night with them so not worry when he didn’t come home and they went out to a nice dinner while their virus invaded this gentle giant’s body That night Tommy felt like a hotdog in a bun snuggled between Lars and Zeke as they slept Lars would become a regular visitor, coming for the sex, the friendship and the pain Zeke and Tommy could give him. He tested Poz three months after that first fuck ****************************************************************** That went places not even I expected! Let me know what you think! Scanbu

MirrorBoi reached out on Squirt and wanted to come over and top me NOW! Ah youth! A horny 18 yo into (and into) daddies. He was here in less than 30 minutes and just about perfect. Smooth, dark brown, rock-hard cock just long enough to probe my throat. Lots of surprises. Great kisser. Super abundant sweet precum. Loved getting rimmed and tongued although he was super tight. In the shower he put his ramrod in my manhole. He fucked me faster and faster, twisting my nipples as he drove his cock deep in my ass. As always, I feel it jetting inside me, breeding me with his young jizz.

This is an extraordinarily prejudicial statement. If you are going to make this sort of assertion, it really needs to be backed up with actual facts. As it is, it comes out as racism plain and simple.

He teased the outside of my hole and slowly worked a little in past the sphincter. "Oh damn you are so tight. No one been up there?", he asked "No. One. Only a fingered to small toys", i mumured as i sucked his cock His cock was leaking so much precum and it tasted good. I wanted more. He kept fingering my hole, teasing it. It felt good but i wanted to taste his cum. I kept sucking him and massaging his balls. I reached under his balls and got to his hole and stuck a finger in. "Ohhh", he moaned and jumped up a bit. I think i took him by surprise but he seemed to like it. I didnt get too far in maybe just past my knuckle. He also kept fingering my ass just getting in slightly due to the angle of our bodies. After another minute of sucking, massaging his balls and fingering his hole he let out a loud moan. "Ohhhhhh here it cums", Bart moaned He came in my mouth, huge spurt after spurt. I kept as much as i could in my mouth to taste it then had to swallow. He shot 7 ore more times. I kept on his cock and his balls and fingering his hole. His cock hard and it was still leaking cum. I finally swallowed the last of his load and slowly pulled off his cock and teased his head and pulled out my finger. He wiggled a little from the sensitivity but also plopped out another spurt of cum. I quickly licked it up. He looked at me and smiled and spent and kissed me out tongues swirling.

I've done 18 in eight hours. I suppose that number ranks me somewhere at the "bottom" of the list but it was fun. Ah, if only I could go back to that day. Mid-afternoon, guys on their lunch breaks, guys just getting "off" from work at 5pm, plus the ever attentive staff at that bathhouse in Fort Lauderdale. One guy was actually sweeping the floor when he happened to see a rather "relaxed" Ellentonboy with his door open.......those were the days. He took his break early, just to spend some time with me. Funny the brush used to sweep the floors was propped up against the door after he shot his load.....almost a sign of true dedication from an employee, he never abandoned his equipment or duties.

I never used to cage myself when I was getting fucked, but I've found that doing so makes it clear that I don't want my cock played with. I've also started using Emla cream on my cock before locking it away. The effect of having a caged cock that is entirely numb is perfect. There's no distraction and I get to focus entirely on my hole.

We spent the next four months fucking almost constantly and for at least the first month of that John was full on toxic. The initial tests done for the beginning of the trial put his viral load at nearly one million and he shot at least 4 loads a day into me. We got ahold of a couple of the little blue pills and he spent almost 6 hours inside of me without pulling out once. He was teaching me the pleasure of pain and my sore, raw ass just turned me on as I absorbed more and more virus. I set up a video camera and we filled dozens of video tapes with what looked like Death fucking a young auburn Greek god Just before he started the drug trial I could feel his pelvic bones slamming into me when we fucked. He was so fucking beautiful I remember I had bruises on my ass from the it and my nipples ached from being twisted by his bony fingers He took to the medications so well though that he was putting on weight within a month. Thank God but I miss that terrible wraith like “Death John”. He lives on in my VCR through and we still watch the tapes while we fuck occasionally all these years later and eventually had them converted to digital so they will live forever At 4 months I was married to Diana. She and Vickey were happily living in the attached guest house and pretty much out of my hair. Her part would come later I was also confirmed HIV positive and toxic. It was time to start my plan. My father was target number one I called him and said I wanted to talk to him about Grandpa’s money and me joining the R Party. I drove to his gated community house, It was much too expensive for someone on a county commissioner’s “public servant” salary but no one ever seemed to notice that. When I arrived I noticed that all the servants were Latino, male and between 25 and 35... Certain things started to occur to me at that point They were confirmed when I saw my dad pat one of them on the ass when he thought I was not watching. My hypocritical son of a bitch (and as you know grandma was a spiteful old bitch) father was not only gay he had a thing for Latino men If there were two things my father hated publicly it was gays and “migrants” which was his catch all phrase for anyone with skin between lily white and African. I think the fact that his well tanned body was darker than any of these men totally escaped him. It was not really skin tone it was heritage and the perceived voting pattern that came with it, pure and simple As we sat waiting for dinner he offered me a drink indicating the fully stocked bar “I’m only 18 dad. I’m not allowed to drink” I said thinking alcohol would just get in the way of what I intended to do later “Like the rules apply to people like us” he snorted “Water or Coke will do” I said, stressing the word “Coke”” just to irritate him. I was a confirmed Coke boy. None of that Pepsi crap like my Dad. You had to have SOME standards after all “Do you make every choice in your life just to spite me?” He asked “Pretty much” I said pleasantly with a smile Dad rolled his eyes ”Why do I even bother? Give a kid everything and they turn on you” He apparently believed the lies he told when he was asked about me. He always talked like he had won 18 consecutive “Father of the year” awards. I didn’t even blink. I was used to his delusions “Rum and PEPSI Jose” he snarled to his “butler”. “And PEPSI for him!” he added looking petulantly spiteful Jose looked like he could be Ricky Martin’s much edgier brother. As he moved I noticed his black pants were skin tight and the bulge in the front was more than substantial. Was my dad not only gay but a bottom? What an amusing and sick thought for a son to have about his own father As Dad turned away Jose pulled a bottle with a red label and white letters I could have sworn read “Coca-Cola” from under the bar and poured me a glass over ice. Then he topped off the mostly rum and ice shorter glass with a splash and returned the bottle to it’s hiding place with such practiced ease that I was sure this was the norm in this house. He was on his sixth “Rum and Pepsi” by the time dinner came “What’s this about the money and you joining the party?” He asked slurring his words “I just wanted to confirm that now that I am 18 and have control you will never see a dime of it. I am going to join the party and use the money to support your primary opponent” I said with casual maliciousness “What?” he roared trying to stand then he slumped into his chair and passed out. The attitude of the household staff changed as soon as he was out. “I know how you feel about him so I made his drinks extra strong tonight” Jose said with a slight accent. “Besides if he goes to bed sober enough he tries to fuck one of us and with his little “Vienna sausage” that’s usually a disaster” So if my cock came from dad’s side it skipped a generation I thought with a smirk “When he’s passed out like this we all fuck him. He’s a racist bastard but he pays well and he’s got a nice furry muscle butt” He said and gripped the bulge in his pants” “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked “Your Uncle John was a close friend of my first Daddy and after he died we kept in touch. I would warn him when your dad was up to something. He called me and told me what to expect tonight and to look out for you” he replied calmly he and 3 other men expertly got dad to the bedroom and stripped. They were right he did have a nice ass and a tiny cock. They took turns rolling condoms on their huge brown cocks/ all four a match for mine, and fucking him like a bitch or choke fucking him while they snapped polaroid. They had hundreds of them. Dad was not as out of it as I thought at first, he was definitely sucking and pushing his ass back for more. Occasionally he would reach out a hand and snag a drink he knew would be there and gulped it down then pretend to be passed out again. I’m fairly sure this was so normal for him he didn’t even know I was there When they had all fucked him and torn his ass up for me I dropped my pants and mounted my own father ramming in bare. “Make sure you stay absolutely safe with him from now on” I said to the watching men around us “We are all quitting the day you arrange for him to lose his primary or when he drops out. We already have a lawyer and will file a sexual harassment lawsuit against him as well. We can keep him like this every night till then but that will be a bad day for him I think” and I shot my first toxic load into my father just thinking about that day and the look I imagined would be on his face as his life crumbled. He had made so many enemies he would have trouble finding a job and that meant no health insurance… The images of what I was doing to his life kept me hard and soon I bred him again with my toxic cum I was 18 and “healthy” so I just kept going, infecting the man who had started me and then walked away four more times, filling him with millions of HIV viruses before pulling out and zipping up. Leaving him to the tender mercies of his house staff as they were rolling on new condoms to grind my seed into his blood as I walked out with a folder full of the best polaroids. Most showing him fully aware and sucking Hispanic cock. There were a few I would always treasure the most. Pictures of me destroying my father’s life with my cock and my HIV The next day I told John every detail as he fucked me. It got him off just as much as it had me and it was some of the best sex of our lives Tomorrow I would meet dad’s opponent for the R Party nomination and start setting up his fall as well but you will have to wait for the next chapter for that story ************************************************************************** I hope you are enjoying El’s story as much as I am, Let me know! Scanbu