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I finished up at work and left early. I went to my classes and then I had my appointment with the health clinic for a follow up. I met with Rob, the same nurse counselor I had the last time. He seemed happy to see me. "So how are you doing?" he asked "Good" I replied "Tell me what you have been up to in your relationships. Still with men and women?" he asked I looked down. "No, just been with men since we last talked" I replied softly "Ok cool. It's fine. No judgement here. Men, women, trans, its all ok. I am gay too if that makes you feel better" he said "Oh I'm not gay, I'm just you know" I said quickly "No I don't know." he said I paused and thought. "I guess yes, I am liking being with men more. At least sexually its been great with men." I replied "How so" asked "I feel more fulfilled, intimate, way more pleasure with a man." I told him "Can you explain in more detail" he asked I told him, first it was the touching by another man. The way I was touched and how good and sensual it felt. As an example just being touched in my inner thigh and how I was so aroused. Being kissed by a man and also being held and in some ways mentored in erotic touching and sex. It was both sensual and erotic I explained. Also being eaten out was amazing. I never knew having my ass eaten out felt so good. "Sounds like you have been introduced and have explore male intimacy. It's fulfilling?" he said and asked "Yes it is. I have never felt orgasms so intense and strong. Especially having my ass played with, eaten and even fucked" I said "You like your ass played with and fucked" he asked "Yes. I also have never orgasmed without touching my cock" I said feeling comfortable "You mean from anal intercourse?" he asked " Yes. The orgasm is so intense" I said "How so" he asked "It starts from deep in my groin area and spreads and just have energy and electricity going thru my body. I have a difficult time just cumming from jacking off", I said I could see his look change at me. I could see some desire in listening to me but keeping it still professional. My cock was hard as he noticed looking down and smiling at me. I could see his hard cock too. "Is there anything else you like about anal sex and dont' like" he asked I paused "I like the feeling of him cumming in me." I said "What do you like about it" he asked I paused for at least 20 seconds to think. "The feeling of that hot spurt in me and being filled. Also I think having his cum in me. I don't know why or explain fully what I am feeling but yes having his cum in me" I said "Has Rick been your only partner" he asked I looked down, "No" I said "How many partners have you had" he asked "I don't know" I said "Oh ok. How many do you think you have had" he asked "Maybe 6 I think. I am not sure." I replied "You don't remember each one? Where you at their place or yours or other" he asked "Rick was one, then one of my Professors and then I went to an ABS" I said "Your Professor? He coerce you?" he asked "No nothing like that at all. I think he knew I found him attractive and he me. He invited me over to swim at his place and we ended up having sexy. It was totally consensual" I replied "That's good to hear. Sometimes its not a fully consensual relationship. There is a power dynamic there that can be unfair." he said "So at the ABS you had multiple partners? Safe sex?" he asked "Yes I think it was four. I think 1 was safe with a condom and 3 were not and 2 may have been HIV positive" I said "Have you been taking your PEP regularly" he asked "Yes, I have." I said a little conflicted "Why do you sound unsure" he asked "I have taken it. I am confused about wanting to continue" I replied "Yes I remember our discussion about having sex with HIV positive men without protection" he replied "What are you confused about still" he asked "Whether I want to keep taking it. Why at the ABS I don't know why but I came without touching myself both by the POZ tops" I said "Did you know they were POZ" he asked "One I did and one I didn't know" I said "How did you feel about that and what was it like and why was it so pleasurable?" he asked "I do not know. One just the way he fucked me it was so intense and primal and I could feel him fully shoot in me. I came without touching myself. After I came, he told me he was POZ and shot in me. He said he could feel my pussy cling to his cock and squeeze it. The other when he told me he was POZ I just started to cum. He also said my pussy was sucking the cum out of him." I said reciting what had happened. I could see him listening with interest and aroused. "I even asked Rick after why. He suggested it was POZ tops fuck more wild than non-POZ in some cases" I said "I also didn't care for the married guys especially the one with the condom. It felt good but nothing like bare cock" I said "It sounds like you like to have men who are HIV positive have anal sex with you. And orgasm and cum in you" he said I paused "I don't know. I do not want to get HIV" I said "Are you sure? Your cock tells me otherwise and so does your actions" he said looking down at my cock All this talk made my cock hard and it was poking thru my shorts and I had a small wet spot on my shorts. "I noticed your cock. It got hard when we talked about male intimacy it got soft when we talked about other men it got soft again but as you talked about having anal sex with you and cumming in you especially POZ men your cock grew" he said looking down. He reached out and put his hand on my thigh. "And that's ok if that is how you feel. There is no judgement here. I have many clients who have faced the same crossroads as you" he said I paused and looked down. "I know I am confused. My body enjoys being fucked by a man and even more HIV men. It seems they push my buttons more and make me feel more pleasure more sensual" I said "I don't know what it is" I said I went on to recap again to him how watching those young me getting fucked by Rick and begging for his POZ cum in them made me both aroused and jealous. I told him how there is something intimate about allowing a man to cum in you and for his seed to be in you. "What do you find arousing about being with an HIV positive man" he asked "The act of the sex is primal. They fuck is better and is more aggressive, sensual and erotic at least the few I have been with. Second I think is the intimacy with another man to have him fuck you bare and cum in you. His cum in my hole. And I this may sound weird but having his HIV cum with his DNA marking me and infecting me. He will always be a part of me. I know this sounds weird but having his baby." I said "Look down" he said My cock was throbbing now pulsing on its own. The wet spot was bigger. "I think it is also a turn on to give myself to a man. Offer me to him. Have him take me. There is something erotic about that. And then the connection of his body to mine. His cum swimming around in my ass trying to impregnate me. Being filled with his seed." I said sighing and then grabbing my hard cock. "What do you mean by getting pregnant?" he asked "Having his POZ cum in me making me infected with his DNA and impregnates me with his DNA. Its like giving myself to my man" I said "I first hated when they called me ass a pussy. But now I used to it. Even like it I think. My ass has become a pussy. Wanting to get fucked and cum in it." I said "Sometimes some gay bottoms get assgasms or pussgasms or some call them sissygasms where they experience intense orgasms from their pussy. And can orgasm multiple times. Have you had that?" he asked "Yes it was incredible" I said "I guess I do like the thought of being a gay bottom whose ass is now a pussy for men to fuck. It brings me so much pleasure" I said looking at him "I can tell" he said his hand now on my hard cock. "What brings you pleasure?" he asked "Giving myself to my man, letting him take me for his pleasure, receiving his seed in my pussy. Its fulfilling, intimate, sensual and makes me feel good, beautiful and sexy." I said "Sounds like you have made a decision kind of" he said "Maybe" I said "Is it any man or a certain man to give yourself to?" he asked "I think for now its Rick. He is the one who introduced me to male intimacy, pleasure and connection." I said "Ok what can I do for you?" he asked I guess I need an HIV test to see that I am negative or POZ. "Are you hoping for one or the other if I may ask. And you do not have to answer I am just curious?" he asked "I hope I am negative. Rick wanted to keep me on PEP and make sure I take it everyday." I replied "Ok lets do the test", he said He conducted the test and said I could wait in the waiting room. I left and went to the waiting room. I used my back pack to hide the wet spot on my crotch. There were a few other students and one teacher in the waiting room. I hope i am negative.

When I was 37 I dated this top guy for about a year. Everywhere we went complete strangers would come up to us and tell my boyfriend he wanted to borrow me to suck his cock or fuck my ass. The first time I was shocked and confused. My boyfriend said sure and told the guy that he would keep a look out at the restroom door. He looked at me and just said "Suck his cock. Swallow. He better not complain about you" I followed the guy in the bathroom and sucked and swallowed. No complaints. My boyfriend told me that was going to happen a lot when were together. He told a lot of his friends that anytime they saw us together I could be borrowed. I found out later he had a group text of about 50 guys. When we would go out he'd post a text with location and they would show up. I learned to be lubed and ready if I wanted a smooth fuck. Restrooms at dyi stores were a big spot. Other spots were of course bars. Once a van pulled up at the mall. Windowless can and three guys. My boyfriend shopped while I was bred and fed by three guys in the van parked about 50 feet from the main entrance. That boyfriend was really hot and whored me out without a second thought. He ended up joining the military and between basic and deployments we stopped seeing each other. He could have whored me out to the entire military and I would have been happy.

Part 2 Sleep was a fractured, drifting thing. Chad was on his stomach, sweating, the cool hotel sheets a balm against his hot skin. He floated in and out of consciousness, the lingering euphoria from the ecstasy pill making his dreams vivid and his limbs heavy. The bass from the club still seemed to echo in his bones, a phantom rhythm that kept him from sinking into true rest. He was vaguely aware of the bed shifting beside him, the weight of his partner Jake moving. Then, a touch. A cool, firm hand was rubbing slow circles on his back. It was a familiar, comforting gesture, and Chad hummed softly in his semi-sleep, leaning into it. But the touch didn't stay comforting for long. It grew more insistent, more possessive. Jake's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass. Chad's eyes fluttered open, the room coming into soft focus. The touch was no longer gentle; it was a massage that was turning into a grope. Panic, cold and sharp, began to prickle at the edges of his haze. He felt Jake shift, and then the distinct sound of skin on skin as Jake jerked his own cock to full hardness. Jake's 7-inch uncut cock was thick and demanding. Chad knew it intimately. He could picture it now, the foreskin pulling back to expose the flushed, pink head. A hand left his back, and a moment later, fingers began to knead the flesh of his ass, pulling his cheeks apart. Chad froze. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He could only lie there, a prisoner in his own body, as Jake's finger brushed against his hole. And then it wasn't a brush. It was a press. A finger, insistent and probing, began to push inside. The finger sank in with shocking ease. There was no resistance. There was only wetness. Jake stopped. The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the movement. Chad's breath hitched in his throat. He felt the finger withdraw, a slow, deliberate pull. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut, praying this was a nightmare he would wake from from. "Look at me," Jake's voice was low, dangerously quiet. Chad couldn't. A hand grabbed his hair, turning his head forcefully. Jake's face was inches from his, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but his eyes glinted with something cold and hard. He held his finger, the one that had been inside Chad, in front of Chad's face. It was glistening. "What's this, young man?" Jake's voice was a silken whisper, laced with steel. "Who's been naughty?" He brought the slick finger to Chad's lips. "I have so many questions, but later. For now... lick it off my fingers." Chad's stomach churned with a nauseating mix of shame and fear. He hesitated, and Jake's grip on his hair tightened. Obediently, his tongue darted out, tasting the bitter, salty evidence of his betrayal. The taste of Asha, of himself, of his lie. Chad sucked it like it was a cock. As far as he could take it in his mouth. "Good boy," Jake murmured, releasing his hair. He moved behind Chad again, his presence a looming threat. "Spread your legs young man". The command was absolute. Chad's body complied, his legs moving apart of their own volition. Jake leaned down and pressed his tongue inside Chad’s sloppy hole. “Mmm, I think you’re ready for MY cock now.” He felt Jake settle between them, the thick head of his cock nudging against his entrance. There was no preparation, no gentleness. The cum from Asha, still warm inside him, was the only lubricant. Jake entered him in one brutal, punishing thrust. The air was forced from Chad's lungs in a silent scream. It wasn't like before. This wasn't a secret, fierce encounter. It was powerful and decisive. It was new. It wasn’t like Jake. He normally took it slow - he was normally gentle and would make sure Chad was ok. This time, Jake was angry and horny, a terrifying combination. His hands gripped Chad's hips, holding him in place as he began to fuck him with a rough, unrelenting rhythm. Each thrust was a statement, a claim. “You are mine, you little slut.” Chad felt it differently. The pain was sharp, a burning stretch that stole his breath. But underneath it, something else was happening. The roughness, the anger, the sheer force of Jake taking what was his—it was a punishment Chad felt he deserved. He had been naughty. He had broken the rules. And this was the consequence. His body, despite the pain, began to respond to the raw aggression. He wasn't just a passive recipient; he was the vessel for Jake's rage and lust, his own guilt and pleasure intertwining into a confusing, intoxicating cocktail. Jake's grunts were harsh in the quiet room. He was fucking Chad not for pleasure, but to erase, to overwrite, to reclaim. He was driving Asha out of him with every deep, invasive stroke. Chad's own cock was trapped against the mattress, friction building a reluctant, shameful arousal within him. He was loving every thrust. And he loved how deep Jake entered him. Chad’s cock was raging hard. He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not from the pain, but from the overwhelming complexity of it all. With a final, guttural roar, Jake slammed into him one last time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself deep inside Chad, adding his own claim to the one already there. He stayed there for a long moment, his weight pinning Chad down, his chest heaving against Chad's back. Then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Jake pulled out and rolled away, his back turning to Chad. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, filled with all the words that hadn't been spoken. Chad didn't move. He lay there, his body aching and used, two loads of cum cooling inside him. He was no longer drifting. He was wide awake, and the consequences of his actions were no longer a secret. They were a physical, painful reality seeping into the sheets beneath him. Stay tuned for part 3.

Part 1 It all started at the nightclub The bass was a physical force, a deep, primal thrum that vibrated up from the soles of their feet and into their chests. Inside the packed club, the air was thick with heat, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled drinks. Strobe lights sliced through the darkness, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. Jake stands at 5’11’’, brown hair, boyish food looks. Clean shaven. Average build. He’s wearing tight jeans and a sweat soaked black tank top. At 42, Jake moved with a comfortable confidence, his arm often finding its way around the waist of his partner, Chad. At 21, Chad was a vision of youthful energy. His lean, sweaty and hairless torso glistened under the lights, his brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Every few minutes, his blue eyes would find Jake's, a silent, loving check-in in the chaotic environment. They were with another couple, longtime friends of Jake's. Asha, a sexy Arabic man, was impossible to miss. At 47, he was a towering, muscular presence with a thick, dark beard and a body covered in a dense mat of hair that was visible even in the dim light. His partner Andrew was a man of similar age, moved with a quieter grace beside him. It was the first time Chad and Asha had met, and an immediate, electric current sparked between them. It wasn't anything overt, just a series of lingering glances across the dance floor. When they found themselves near each other, Asha's hands would "accidentally" brush against Chad's side, and Chad would lean into the touch, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips. The flirting was a secret language spoken only between them, hidden in the chaos of the club. During a break, Chad slipped away to the restroom. The line was long, but a muscular, tattooed guy with dilated pupils and a wide grin leaned in close. “You’re fucking adorable. First time?" he'd asked, not waiting for an answer before pressing 2 small pills into Chad's palm. "For a better time." Chad didn't hesitate. He popped one in his mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water. He found Asha near the bar and, under the guise of pointing something out, pressed the pill into his hand. Asha's fingers closed around it, his dark eyes meeting Chad's with a flash of understanding and raw hunger. Asha popped it into his mouth without a second thought, swallowing it dry. The next hour was a blur. The music seemed to melt into a single, continuous wave of euphoria. Chad felt a profound connection to everyone, to the music, to the lights. He danced with Jake, but his eyes kept finding Asha, who was now moving with an uninhibited, primal energy, his body a force of nature on the dance floor. Finally, the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. The spell was broken. The four men, sweaty and exhausted, piled into a taxi back to the hotel. In the quiet of the car, the energy shifted. Chad rested his head on Jake's shoulder, the secret of the pill and the stolen glances with Asha buzzing under his skin. The hotel suite was cool and quiet after the club's sensory overload. It had two bedrooms, linked by a single, large master bathroom. Jake and Chad headed for one room, Asha and his partner for the other. Doors closed, and the suite fell silent. Jake was already half-asleep, but Chad was wide awake, the ecstasy still humming through his veins. He needed to piss. He slipped out of bed, padding silently across the carpet and pushing open the door to the shared bathroom. The light was on. Asha was there, standing in front of the toilet, his muscular frame tense. He was fully naked, his hairy body on display. He seemed to be struggling, his brow furrowed in concentration. A common, frustrating side effect of ecstasy. Chad didn't say a word. He walked by the sink, catching Asha's gaze in the mirror. A slow, confident smile spread across Chad's face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slid them down his lean legs. His cock, soft and perfect, sprang free. He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head, and aimed at the toilet right next to Asha. Asha watched, transfixed, his own forgotten frustration melting away. Chad let out a soft sigh of relief as a long, powerful stream of piss shot from him, hitting the water with a loud, satisfying hiss. He held Asha's gaze the entire time, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face. He was pleased with himself, with the effect he was having on this powerful, older man. As his stream began to slow, Chad's free hand moved. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around Asha's thick, hairy cock. It was already hardening in his grasp, hot and heavy. Asha let out a low groan, his head falling back. Chad shook off the last drops, then turned to face Asha fully. There was no need for words. The secret flirting, the shared pill, the charged silence in the bathroom—it all led here. Chad sank to his knees, his blue eyes looking up at Asha's bearded face. He took the thick cock into his mouth, tasting the salt of his skin. Asha's hands tangled in Chad's brown hair, his hips thrusting forward gently. The blowjob was wet and hungry, but it was only the beginning. After a few minutes, Asha pulled Chad to his feet and spun him around, bending him over the cool marble of the bathroom counter. He spat into his hand and worked the saliva into Chad's tight, hairless hole. Chad pushed back, eager for it. Asha positioned himself behind him, the thick head of his cock pressing against Chad's entrance. He pushed in slowly, a deep guttural moan escaping his lips as he sank into the younger man's heat. Chad bit his lip to keep from crying out, his hands braced against the counter. The sex was quiet but fierce. A frantic, desperate coupling. Asha's hips pistoned, driving his bare cock deep into Chad's ass. The only sounds were their ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin, and the low, muffled groans they tried to suppress. Asha's hairy chest pressed against Chad's smooth back, his beard scratching at Chad's neck. It was raw, primal, and utterly intoxicating. Chad could feel his own orgasm building, his cock trapped between his body and the counter. Asha reached around, his rough hand wrapping around Chad's shaft and stroking him in time with his thrusts. “That’s it baby, let go. Cum for me”. That was all it took. Chad's body tensed, and he came hard, his cum spilling onto the marble floor and cabinet doors below. The clenching of Chad's ass pushed Asha over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside Chad, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For a moment, they stayed like that, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Then, slowly, Asha pulled out. They cleaned themselves up in silence, the air thick with what they'd just done. Not a word was spoken. Chad slipped back into his bedroom. Jake was still sound asleep. Chad slid into bed, his body thrumming with a post-sex, post-ecstasy glow. He could feel Asha's cum leaking out of him, a warm, sticky reminder of the secret encounter in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, the image of Asha's powerful, hairy body burned into his mind, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. Stay tuned for part 2.

Had a nice little Pre-Cumdump warm up. BBC who I have been chatting with for months finally came over. He wanted me face down, ass up with a buttplug in and ready to go when he got here. Door was unlocked so he walked in to see me primed and he got to work. Slid that plug out, played with my lubed hole for a moment but wasted little time slamming his big cock into me from behind. The first fuck only took about 10 minutes before he came furiously. Then he turned me around (first time I saw what he looked like) and guided me to my knees to suck him hard again. It didn't take long to get him good and ready for a second round where he pounded me for 20 minutes before cumming again. He put me back to work sucking his cock and the taste of his cum on it drove me berserk. He fucked my mouth for another 15 minutes before giving me his third load, this time down my throat. He pulled up his pants but before he walked out asked if he could come back later tonight. Fuck yeah! I am hoping for a few more loads from him. Meanwhile that buttplug is back in my ass keeping his jizz inside for later.

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score VI The world returns with the familiar, jarring click-clack of your key in the front door. The air inside is still and quiet, a stark contrast to the humid, chemical chaos you just left. It feels sterile. Every muscle aches with a deep, satisfying soreness. You feel the dried stickiness on your inner thighs, the phantom sensation of still being open, still being used. You are a vessel returning home, filled to the brim. He's there, sitting on the couch. He looks up as you enter, a small, knowing smile touching his lips. He rises, crossing the room to pull you into a hug. His arms feel both like a comfort and a question. "Rough day?" your husband asks, his voice a low murmur against your hair. "You have no idea," you reply, your voice hoarse. You pull back just enough to look him in the eye, and then you kiss him. It's a deep, possessive kiss that leaves no room for doubt. You taste the lie on his tongue, the secret. And yet, you love him more than ever. He knows where you were and what you did, but he has no idea that you know he was there too. Moreover, he has no clue that you know what he was up to at the rest stop the other week. You are again the one holding all the cards, and the power feels more intoxicating than any load you took tonight. You smile, a genuine, radiant smile, and pull him in for another kiss. Later, you're in bed, the day's events replaying like a fever dream. Your husband is asleep beside you, his breathing soft and even. The house is dark and silent. Your phone, face down on the nightstand, buzzes once, lighting up the room. You pick it up. The screen's glow illuminates your face. It's a message from a group chat with Mark and Stefan. It's a photo. At first, you just stare, your heart pounding. It's not a selfie. It's taken from between your spread legs, while you were still in the sling. Your hole is open, a glistening rosebud leaking cum. Mark and Stefan are on either side of you, their faces turned to the camera, giving a thumbs up, their smiles tired but proud. You have a vague memory of this, of someone holding up a phone, but you were too exhausted to register it. It's only now that you notice the background. Behind you, hanging on the wall, is the blackboard. Your heart hammers. You zoom in, your thumb trembling, the pixels snapping into clarity. You can see the chalk marks perfectly. You scan them, counting the night's toll. There, many marks under POZ, some even under TOX. And then your eyes find it: a single, stark line under AIDS. You remember that one well. Then you see the NEG column. Surprisingly, only two marks. One is clearly from the young guy at the end, the triumphant, mocking ?. But what about the other one? A simple, clean mark with no question mark. A chill runs through you. Was this your husband? Or is he among the poz, maybe even toxic, a secret he keeps from you? The thought is dizzying, a sudden, terrifying shift in the power dynamic you thought you controlled. You stare at the image—your own transformed, debased self, your two brothers, and the proof of your journey, now riddled with a new mystery. Below the photo, Stefan has typed a single line: "Our brother. Forever." A slow, tired smile spreads across your face in the darkness. It's a vow. It's the final confirmation. This wasn't just a scene. It was an initiation. You look at your sleeping husband, then back at the glowing screen, the mystery of his mark burning in your mind. You are part of a brotherhood now, a secret tribe bound by a shared, toxic journey. Your body is a temple to their gifts, a testament to the night. And you have never felt more powerful, or more safe, in your entire life.

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score I The bathhouse looms before you, a multi-story building from the 70’s, nestled in the heart of the city. As you approach the metal glass doors, a thick wave of chlorine and humidity hits you, a sharp contrast to the crisp evening air. The scent is sterile, almost chemical, a promise of what awaits inside. The neon sign above the door flickers, casting an eerie glow on the sidewalk, and the distant thump of a bassline spills out onto the street. Mark and Stefan are already there, waiting for you in the locker room, their faces split into identical, predatory grins. They're dressed in sleek, black neoprene harnesses, framing their chests, accentuating their masculine pecs, a testament to their control and dominance. The cold neoprene feels alien against your skin, a stark reminder of the night ahead. The yellow piping on their harnesses a stark, almost mocking contrast to the harsh fluorescent lights of the lobby. A jolt goes through you. Yellow. The universal color for watersports. You've always loved it—the filth, the degradation, drinking it straight from the tap, taking it up your hole. But you had no idea they were into it. A thrill of discovery mixes with a strange sense of disappointment. Tonight, piss play seems almost... quaint. Harmless. A child's game compared to the real prize you're all hunting. The yellow piping suddenly feels like a ghost of a kink, a reminder of a simpler kind of perversion you've all left behind. Stefan, bold and utterly shameless, throws his arm around you, pulling you close. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. Instead, he projects it across the locker room, making sure every man within earshot hears his challenge. "Ready for your conversion, brother?" The effect is instantaneous. The low hum of conversation dies. A locker door slams shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Every head turns. Men pretending not to listen suddenly stop toweling off, their jaws tight, their eyes wide and fixed on the three of you. Some look away quickly, a flicker of fear or judgment in their eyes. Others stare openly, their expressions a mixture of shock and raw, undisguised hunger. The air crackles, not with silent judgment anymore, but with a loud, electric tension. You can feel their collective gaze on you, a physical weight. In this moment, you are no longer just another patron; you are the main event, the offering, the spectacle. And Stefan has just announced the show to the world. Mark just grins, reaching into a small duffel bag at his feet. He pulls out two identical metal cockrings, each a solid band of polished steel, completely encircled by a repeating, sharp-edged biohazard symbol. He hands one to Stefan, who slips it onto his cock with a smirk. Mark does the same, the metal cold and unyielding against his skin. The clinking of the rings echoes in the tiled room, a chilling soundtrack to your transformation. Stefan turns to you, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and hunger. "We need to keep you focused," he says, his voice soft but firm. He reaches into the bag again and pulls out a metal chastity cage, the locks gleaming ominously. "This should do the trick." He locks it onto you, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of your body. You can feel the weight of it, a constant reminder of your submission. "We'll make sure you blow your load at the end," he promises, his voice a dark caress. "But for now, the attention is on your hole." Mark nods in approval, and the three of you grab the towels from your lockers. Instead of wrapping them around your hips, you each throw them over your shoulders, a clear, deliberate signal. You walk out of the locker room as a unit, your cocks and gear on full display, showing everyone exactly what's on offer. The bathhouse is a labyrinth of steam and sex. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, lube, and bleach. A pulsing, electronic beat vibrates through the walls, mingling with the distant sounds of moans, the slap of wet skin on skin, and the hiss of a steam room. You pass by open doorways, catching glimpses of men stroking their meat, trying to attract guys for some 1-on-1 or group action. The atmosphere is electric, a mix of anticipation and debauchery that sets your nerves on edge. As you walk, Stefan leans in, his breath hot on your ear. "Feel that energy?" he whispers, his voice a low growl. "All that raw, male filth. This is your world tonight. You're the king of it." You can feel your cock straining against the chastity cage, a futile effort that only serves to heighten your arousal. Mark chuckles, his hand resting on your shoulder, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. Finally, you reach the rented sling room. Mark hangs a printed sign on the door, the letters stark and uncompromising: "No loads refused. Poz & Toxic preferred. Use him." It's a declaration, a promise, a warning. Anyone who enters this room knows exactly what they're in for. The sign hangs there, a stark reminder of your purpose, your transformation. Inside the sling room, the air is thick with anticipation. The sling hangs from the ceiling, a leather and metal contraption designed for maximum exposure and minimum comfort. The leather creaks softly as it sways gently, a chilling promise of what's to come. Mark pulls out a small blackboard and hangs it on the wall, the chalk already poised in his hand. He draws three columns, each stark and unyielding: NEG, POZ, TOX. It's a scoreboard, a tally of your transformation, a visual representation of your journey. The chalk squeaks against the board, a haunting sound that echoes in the silent room. You stand there, chastity cage locked, harnesses gleaming, sign hanging, blackboard ready. The ritual is complete, but before the main event, the world outside this room needs to disappear. Mark steps forward first, his expression softening. He doesn't just grab you; he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheekbones. He leans in and kisses you, and it's not possessive or demanding. It's deep and slow, a grounding force. You can taste the salt on his skin, the faint, clean hint of lube and sweat, but underneath it all is the familiar taste of Mark, of home and safety. It's a kiss that says, "We're here. We've got you." As he pulls back, Stefan moves in behind you, his chest pressing against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his warmth seeping into you. He doesn't speak, just holds you, his presence a solid, comforting weight. You can feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against your thigh, but it's not a demand. It's just a fact, a part of him, a part of this shared moment. His hands roam your body slowly, not with arousal, but with a quiet reverence, tracing the lines of your sides, your hips, as if memorizing you one last time. You lean your head back against Stefan's shoulder, your eyes closed, letting their combined presence envelop you. The sounds of the bathhouse—the distant music, the muffled moans—fade into a dull, irrelevant hum. In this room, between these two men, you are not an offering or a spectacle. You are their brother, their project, their cherished friend. The fear is gone, replaced by a profound, unshakeable calm. You know, with every fiber of your being, that no matter what happens next, they will take care of you. "This is it. This is your last chance to change your mind. No shame, no judgment. We lock this door, and it's just the three of us. We'll spend the night here, together. We'll still be brothers. But if you want what's on that board... once that door opens, there's no turning back. You're ours to give away. You understand?" You hold his gaze, your heart pounding a steady, heavy rhythm against your ribs. You nod, a slow, deliberate grin spreading across your face. Stefan's own grin mirrors yours, but he doesn't let it go. He steps closer, his hand resting on the back of your neck, his touch warm and grounding. "You know we both love you. We need to know you're ready to let go. To trust us to be here for you, no matter what happens in the next hours. Can you do that?" "I trust you," you say, your voice clear and steady. "Completely." A wave of relief washes over their faces. Mark's serious expression breaks into a proud, loving smile. "Good," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "Then don't be afraid. Don't hold back. Accept every gift they give you. We'll be right here. We'll make sure it takes." Stefan leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "We're gonna let them fill you so full of toxic seed, you'll have no choice but to join the family. Let's go make you one of us." Stefan guides you to the sling, his hands firm and steady as he helps you settle into the leather. Mark lifts your legs, securing them in the loops high above your head, leaving you completely exposed. The blindfold settles over your eyes, plunging you into a world of darkness. The last thing you see is Mark's proud, loving smile, and then Stefan's hand is on your thigh, a grounding, warm weight. "Just feel," he whispers. "Let us do the seeing."

The neon lights of the city blurred past the grimy windows of Big Joe's taxi as he cruised the late-night streets. At 400 pounds, Joe dominated the driver's seat, his massive hairy frame spilling over the edges, sweat staining his threadbare shirt. His gut hung heavy over his belt, and thick black hair covered his arms, chest, and legs like a wild pelt. He scratched at his crotch absentmindedly, feeling the weight of his enormous cock straining against his pants—ten inches soft, twice as thick as most men's wrists, unwashed for days, carrying the sharp tang of old cum and sweat. Poz for years, he didn't give a fuck about protection; raw was the only way he rode. It was past midnight when he spotted the tiny kid stumbling out of a dive bar on the corner. The boy looked barely legal, maybe 18, all of five feet tall and skinny as a rail, his slim body swaying from booze. Paralysis from some accident years back left his legs useless below the knees, but he managed with crutches that now clattered to the sidewalk as he waved weakly for a cab. Joe pulled over, eyeing the fresh meat through the rearview. 'Where to, kid?' he grunted as the boy hauled himself into the back seat, collapsing with a sigh. 'Take me to... uh, Elm Street,' the kid slurred, his voice high and boyish. He was cute—smooth skin, messy blond hair, wearing tight jeans that hugged his narrow hips and a loose tee that showed off his flat chest. Joe nodded, starting the meter, but kept glancing back. The kid's head lolled against the window, eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. 'Hey, you good back there?' Joe asked, but got no response. By the time they hit the first red light, the boy was out cold, mouth slack, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Joe's cock twitched hard in his pants. This was too perfect. No one around, no cameras in this old rustbucket cab. He licked his lips, tasting the stale beer on his breath, and made a decision. Instead of heading to Elm Street, he veered toward his rundown apartment on the edge of town—a filthy one-bedroom in a crumbling building where the walls reeked of mold and his own musk. The drive took twenty minutes, the kid snoring softly the whole way. Joe parked in the alley behind the building, killed the engine, and lumbered out. He yanked open the back door, scooping the limp body up like a ragdoll. The boy's crutches stayed behind; no need for them now. Inside, Joe's place was a pigsty. Empty pizza boxes piled on the floor, clothes strewn everywhere, the air thick with the stench of unwashed sheets and body odor. He kicked the door shut and carried the kid to his king-sized bed, the mattress sagging under his weight even before he dumped the boy onto it. The kid didn't stir, dead to the world from the alcohol. Joe stripped off his shirt, revealing his hairy belly and chest matted with sweat-soaked fur. He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants drop. His massive cock flopped out, already half-hard, the foreskin peeled back to show a grimy head smeared with old smegma. Veins bulged along its length, and his heavy balls hung low, fuzzy with hair. Joe climbed onto the bed carefully, the frame creaking under his bulk. He positioned the boy's body face-down, peeling off the tight jeans with rough hands. The kid's ass was small and pale, cheeks firm but untouched. Joe spread them apart, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto the tight pink hole. No lube needed; he was going in raw, just like always. His cock throbbed as he lined up, the fat head pressing against the entrance. 'Easy now,' he muttered to himself, not wanting to wake the little fucker. He pushed forward slowly, the ring of muscle resisting at first, then giving way with a pop. Inch by inch, he sank in, the boy's unconscious body yielding without a fight. The heat inside was incredible—tight, virgin ass gripping his dirty shaft like a vice. Joe groaned low, holding still to let it adjust, then began to thrust gently. His hairy gut slapped softly against the boy's back as he rocked, careful to keep the rhythm steady and quiet. The kid's face stayed buried in the pillow, drool pooling from his open mouth. Joe reached around, fumbling with the boy's shirt until he yanked it off, exposing smooth skin. He mauled the small chest with one meaty hand, pinching nipples while his other hand steadied the hip. Deeper he went, bottoming out until his balls rested against the boy's taint. Sweat dripped from Joe's brow as he fucked, the bed barely moving under his controlled pace. His cock pistoned in and out, dragging along the walls, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the filthy head. He could feel the poz precum leaking already, coating the insides, marking this tiny hole for life. 'That's it, take Daddy's load,' he whispered, though the boy couldn't hear. Minutes stretched into a haze of pleasure; Joe's breaths came heavier, his thrusts picking up just a hair faster. Finally, he buried deep and unloaded, ropes of thick cum flooding the ass, spilling out around his shaft as he ground in place. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed ooze from the puffy hole, mixing with a hint of blood from the rough entry. The boy twitched faintly but didn't wake. Joe wasn't done. He flipped the limp body over, spreading the skinny legs wide. The kid's own cock was small and soft, nestled in a light patch of pubes. Joe ignored it, spitting again on the used hole before sliding back in. This time face-to-face, he could watch the boy's slack expression as he fucked missionary-style, his massive frame dwarfing the tiny one. He leaned down, hairy chest rubbing against smooth skin, and sucked on the boy's neck, leaving wet marks. His hips rolled gently, cock churning the cum inside into a frothy mess. The second round lasted longer, Joe's stamina endless from years of this shit. He sucked on the boy's tits, biting lightly on the nipples, while his hand wrapped around the small cock, jerking it absently. It hardened a bit in his grip, but the kid stayed out. Joe growled, thrusting harder but still quiet, the wet squelch of ass and cum filling the room. When he came again, it was with a muffled grunt, pumping more poz seed deep, overflowing and trickling down the crack. By now, the clock read 3 AM. Joe took a break, lumbering to the kitchen for a beer, his cock swinging heavy and slick between his thighs. He chugged it down, then returned, wiping the excess cum from the boy's ass with a dirty rag before positioning him on all fours—well, propping the upper body up since the legs flopped uselessly. Joe mounted from behind again, this time gripping the slim waist with both hands. He fucked slow and deep, savoring the looseness now, the way the hole sucked him in. His balls slapped lightly against the boy's, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Sweat poured off him, matting his body hair, dripping onto the pale back. He used the boy like that for the third time, varying angles to hit different spots, whispering filthy encouragements to the unconscious form. 'You love this big dick, don't ya? Begging for it in your sleep.' Cum number three joined the rest, a massive load that made the boy's belly swell slightly from the volume. Joe eased out, plugging the hole with his thick fingers to keep it all in, then rolled the kid onto his side for the fourth go. Spooning the tiny body, Joe lifted one leg and slid in easily, the ass now a sloppy, cum-filled sleeve. He thrust lazily, one arm draped over the boy, hand playing with the soft cock and balls. The room stank of sex—sweat, cum, and ass. Joe's beard scratched the boy's shoulder as he nuzzled in, biting the earlobe gently. This round was intimate, almost tender in its violation, his huge cock stretching the hole wide with each push. He came quietly, flooding it once more, then stayed buried inside, dozing lightly with the boy impaled. Dawn crept in through the cracked blinds, pink light filtering over the mess of bodies. Joe stirred first, his cock still semi-hard in the wrecked ass. He pumped a few lazy times, feeling the familiar build, and added a fifth load before pulling out. Cum gushed out in a river, soaking the sheets. The boy groaned then, eyes fluttering open, confusion hitting him like a truck. 'Wha... where... fuck, my ass!' The kid tried to sit up, wincing at the burn, his paralyzed legs unresponsive as he flailed. Panic set in as he felt the slick mess between his cheeks, the ache deep inside. 'What the hell happened? Did you... oh God, no!' Joe sat up slowly, his hairy bulk looming over the tiny frame. He grinned, yellow teeth flashing, and placed a heavy hand on the boy's chest, pinning him down. 'Whoa, easy there, kid. You passed out in my cab, mumbling all sorts of shit. Begging for a ride home, saying you needed this big ol' cock up your ass.' The boy shook his head, tears welling. 'No, I didn't! I was drunk, I just wanted to go home! Get off me, you fat fuck!' Joe's grip tightened, his other hand stroking the boy's thigh possessively. 'Nah, you were all over it. Kept grinding back in your sleep, moaning like a little slut. 'Fuck me, Daddy, give it to me raw.' I tried to wake you, but you just pulled me closer. Look at you—hard as a rock half the night.' He nodded at the boy's cock, which betrayed him with a twitch despite the fear. 'Liar! I don't even... I'm not gay, I swear! Let me go, I'll call the cops!' Joe laughed, a deep rumble, and leaned in close, his breath hot and rank. 'Cops? Kid, you climbed in my cab, passed out, and I brought you here to keep you safe. You wanted this—begged for it. Feel that cum in you? That's what you asked for, multiple times. I ain't taking no for an answer now that you're awake. You're mine till I say otherwise.' He grabbed the boy's wrists, pinning them above his head with one massive paw, while his free hand probed the sloppy hole, pushing cum back in. The boy whimpered, struggling futilely against the giant's strength. 'Please... no...' But Joe was already hard again, his dirty cock rising like a monster. He flipped the boy onto his stomach, spreading the legs wide. 'Shh, just like you begged. Take it raw, boy.' He thrust in without mercy this time, the cum easing the way as he started pounding, the bed shaking. The kid cried out, but Joe covered his mouth, fucking deep and hard, whispering lies in his ear. 'That's it, beg for more. You love Daddy's poz load.' And as the sun rose higher, Joe claimed him fully awake, breaking any resistance with relentless cock, ensuring the infection took hold while the boy sobbed beneath his hairy weight.

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score III You hear the door click shut, cutting off the sounds from the hallway. The frantic energy in the room dissipates, replaced by a quiet, sacred intimacy. They unstrap you, their hands gentle and sure. Mark lifts you out of the sling, his strong arms supporting you as your legs tremble, refusing to hold your weight. They remove the blindfold. The room looks like a disaster zone, the floor beneath the slick leather a huge, glistening pool of cum. They lay you down on a soft mat on the floor, the contrast immediate and overwhelming. Mark is kissing you, his tongue exploring your mouth, a deep, claiming kiss that tastes of pride and possession. Stefan is between your legs, his fingers massaging your open, swollen hole. He scoops up a handful of the leaking cum, a warm, slick cocktail of seed from a dozen strangers. A toxic brew of high-VL strains and resistant bugs. He brings his fingers to your lips. "Taste it," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Taste the sick seed we and everyone else dumped in your willing hole." You open your mouth, and he feeds it to you, his fingers coated in the filth. You taste the salt, the bitterness, the most beautiful taste in the world. Then Mark leans down and kisses you again, a deep, filthy cumkiss, sharing the taste of your own debasement. Then Stefan is back between your legs, pushing more fingers into your hole. Three, four, up to his knuckles. Your hole, already wrecked and overflowing, offers no resistance. He goes in further. With a slight, insistent push, his entire hand slides inside. You've never been fisted before. It feels wonderful. His hand is opening and closing rhythmically, a living thing inside you, stimulating your prostate to the max. He's slowly punching deeper, his knuckles a firm, constant pressure against your most sensitive spot. All the while, Mark is kissing you deeply, his hands roaming your body—caressing your chest fur, the hair on your stomach, following your treasure trail down to the cold metal of the chastity cage. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. Stefan is working deeper, and then he does something that steals your breath. He pulls his closed fist out. The sensation is a shocking void, your entire body clenching around the emptiness. But as quick as he pulled out, he's pushing in again. He repeats it, a slow, deliberate rhythm. He's punchfucking you. The sensation is indescribable. He pushes deeper, and with a final, gut-wrenching pull, your insides turn inside out. Your prolapsed gut blossoms into a perfect, glistening rosebud. The shock is electric, a mix of violation and a terrible, thrilling excitement as the cool air strikes your inner walls, now exposed to the world. "Here's something for you!" Stefan grunts to Mark. Mark moves down there, his face disappearing between your legs. You feel his tongue, hot and wet, lapping at your rosebud. He's caressing every single wrinkle with his tongue, cherishing all the toxic juices that cling to it, buried in the tiny crevices… lapping at the cocktail of anonymous loads. Your rosebud starts to contract, to pulse, and it feels as if his entire face is being pulled inside you. The pressure is too much. You're cumming, your first true anal orgasm ever. A wave of pure, overwhelming pleasure crashes over you, and cum leaks from the slits of your cock cage in a steady, pathetic stream. Mark licks up every drop, then moves up to share your final neg load with Stefan and you in a three-way, salty kiss. It's not the frantic breeding of strangers; it's a slow, intimate possession. They kiss you, touch you, murmur words of praise against your skin. "You're doing so good," Mark whispers. " So fucking beautiful like this."

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score II The door creaks open, and the noise from the hallway floods in—the thumping bass, the distant moans, the murmur of voices, and the distinct, tinny sound of porn playing on TV screens. You hear footsteps slow down, men peering inside, their shadows falling across you. You can practically feel their eyes on the sign, reading the depraved invitation. Some linger in the doorway, their whispers a mix of shock and curiosity. "Come on in!" Stefan calls out, his voice loud and welcoming. "Our friend here needs your help!" More men enter. The room begins to fill, the air growing thick with body heat and anticipation. A low buzz of conversation starts up. "Shit, for real?" a voice asks, skeptical. "You're actually looking for poz loads?" Another voice answers, "Fuck yeah, look at the board. They're not kidding." The crowd grows larger, jostling for a better view. The energy in the room shifts from curious to predatory. It's now a packed, buzzing audience, hungry for the show. This is when Stefan makes his move. He holds up a hand, and the room immediately falls silent. His voice drops, losing its welcoming tone and becoming something hard, serious, and cutting. „Tonight, this hole becomes a toxic waste dump. We're filling it with the most charged-up loads in this city." He pauses, letting the words hang in the air. "Real talk for a second. Any neg guys, you wanna fuck him? Cool. But know you're walking out poz. No question. And for the guys on PrEP? Don't kid yourselves. We got some serious, resistant bugs in the room tonight. That blue pill ain't a shield here. You fuck him, you join him. Plain and simple. So... yeah. Consider yourselves warned." A stunned silence hangs in the air for a moment, thicker than before. Then, a low, hungry murmur ripples through the crowd. The warning hasn't scared anyone off; it's just raised the stakes to an unbearable level. "Now," Stefan says, his voice ringing with pride. "Who's first? Toxic preferred." "Hell, yeah. I'm in!" You feel the presence of men drawing closer, a circle of heat and intent. The first one steps up. A hand with long, soft-skinned fingers traces your legs, your thighs. Mark's hand rests on your chest, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "I'm with you. Let it happen." The voice of a young guy, maybe a student from the local university, cuts through the air. "Nice hole. Not a virgin..." You chuckle, imagining what your hole must look like after yesterday's double-penetration. He steps between your legs, you feel his fingers circling your rim, your ass lips still tender from the abuse. "Lube?" you ask. It's your first fuck of the day. You hear the metallic clank of a lid and the crinkle of a plastic bag. "Got some!" a man says. Something warm and heavy is placed on your stomach. Then another. You feel them—two used rubbers, heavy with spunk, still at body temperature. Almost certainly the only rubbers of the day. The young guy takes one, and you feel the warm, thick liquid drip onto your hole. He's lubing you with who-knows-whose cum. "Cum is the best lube there is," he says. "Nothing like it!" "So young... and he looks so innocent and clean," someone whispers from the crowd. "But I know for sure - this guy is not shooting blanks." You hear Mark's voice, low and dirty. "Open up." You part your lips, and he presses the second, still-warm rubber to your mouth, squeezing the contents onto your tongue. The taste is salty, metallic, and thick. He leans in and kisses you, his tongue pushing the anonymous load deep into your throat, sharing the depraved gift in a filthy cumkiss. You feel the tip of the young guy's cockhead at your entrance. The sensation is exaggerated by your blindness; every touch, every sound feels more intense, unreal. He pushes in with short strokes, fucking deeper and deeper. The inner ring that gave you so much pain yesterday is no longer a barrier; it yields to him willingly. You feel neatly trimmed pubes scratching against your asshole as he bottoms out. He's all the way in, fucking you with a slow, methodical, grinding rhythm, his hands holding you in place, owning every inch of your hole. It's a deep, possessive breeding. The speed increases, ever so slightly. "I hope you know what you're in for," he grunts. "I'm not pulling out." He's jackhammering into you now, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust, driving himself to climax. "Yeah, take it, you fucking chaser," he growls, his voice raw. "Gonna knock you up good." You hear the chalk scrape against the blackboard. Scrape. "POZ," Mark calls out, his voice ringing with pride. A cheer goes up from the crowd. He pulls out, and the next man steps up without a moment's pause. He's broader. You feel his thick, hairy, muscular thighs against you—a bear. He goes right for your hole. His cockhead is wider, opening you up further, but the young guy's load helps. He shoves in balls-deep. He's shorter, but he's giving your hole a nice stretch, reminding you of yesterday. "Goddamn, the bear's gonna wreck him," someone mutters. "Look at that gut, he's gotta be toxic as fuck." "Bet his viral load is off the charts," another agrees. After only a few strokes, he unloads with a deep, guttural grunt. No words. Another scrape of chalk on the board. "TOX," Mark announces. "And a big one." He is replaced by the next, and the next, and the next. Men keep coming in, watching, talking, commenting on your gaping, cum-filled hole. "Fuck, look at that cunt," someone mutters from the crowd. "It's already a sloppy mess." "Gonna need a plunger to get all that spunk out," another laughs. "Lucky bastard. Getting what we all dream of." You lose count. Suddenly, Mark gets up, squeezes your hand, and steps between your legs. He couldn't hold back any longer. He's staring directly at your wrecked cunt, looking at the deep pool of cum inside, overflowing down across your balls. "Look at you," he breathes, his voice thick with awe. "What a beautiful mess. All this toxic spunk inside you." Hard as always, he plunges in. "Fuck! Love this feeling… It's heaven! My cock bathing in tons of poz sperm." His upward curve hits you inside in all the right places, causing your locked-up cock to throb and leak a steady stream of precum. He doesn't last long, and with a deep, possessive moan, he adds his own high-VL load to the mix. "Fuck yeah," he grunts, his voice tight with release. "Gifting you my strain, brother. Take it deep." "What a hunk," a voice whispers respectfully. "Look at the muscle on him. That's a prime poz bull right there. His strain's probably legendary." He is immediately replaced by Stefan, who has been furiously stroking himself right next to you. He steps up and, with a loud groan, jacks his load directly onto your hole for everyone to see. You feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum splatter against your sensitive, puffy rim. It's not a fuck; it's a primal act of marking. Before you can even process it, he shoves his cock in, not to fuck, but to push his seed deep, to ensure it takes. "One-point-two-million!" he grunts out proud. "If this doesn't take..." He slowly pulls out, and you feel the resulting gush of air and cum as your gaping hole tries to close around nothing. Mark, still breathing heavily, picks up the chalk. Without a word, he walks to the board and makes two deliberate, sharp marks under the "TOX" column. A tribute to their joint potency. He turns to the room, his voice loud and clear. "Our brother needs a break. We need a private moment. But we'll be opening the door again soon. So save your fucking loads. He's not done yet. He needs more."

Part 16: The Bathhouse Ledger and the Final Score IV After a while, the two get you back in the sling, the blindfold back on your face. You hear the door crack open again. Then come the others. The ones the sign was truly for. The room quickly fills again, the air growing thick with a new kind of anticipation. One after the other, they fuck a load into your gaping hole. You lose count. But Mark and Stefan record each breeding in chalk on the board. You're fucked by a slow and gentle fucker. His rhythm is a stark contrast to the anonymous roughness before. His cockhead rubs against your prostate with a surgeon's precision. He's not a heavy fucker; he lets the sling do the work, his hand on your thighs, pulling you rhythmically onto his pole. You feel his hand, a manly hand—not that of a heavy worker, but of an office worker. He grabs your hand back and holds yours, a simple, intimate connection in the midst of the depravity. And then you notice it. A scent. It cuts through the miasma of sweat and cum, sharp and achingly familiar. It's a scent you know better than your own. Your mind races, trying to place it, a cold dread mixing with a confusing warmth. Mark notices your body tense. He hugs you, his voice a soothing whisper in your ear. "Relax, don't worry. This guy is a good one—husband material." Husband. The word hits you like a physical blow. The scent. It's your husband's cologne, the one you bought for him in Dubai. It's Friday. He was supposed to be home late. A cold, sickening wave crashes over you. Is he here? Has he now found out your secret, just like you found out about his at the rest stop? Your spiraling thoughts are shattered as his rhythm breaks. He cums with deep, strong strokes, a quiet groan escaping his lips. He pulls out, leaving you empty and reeling. No words. Mark adds a mark to the board, but you don't know which column. Before you can think about it further, the next guy is already there. Mark's voice is in your ear, urgent and excited. "Wow, you are in for a real treat now!" He puts poppers under your nose. "Take three deep hits. You will need them!" You sniff, holding the hits until your lungs burn. You're flying. You feel a massive cock enter you, followed by the smell of smoke and faint leather. He's hard as rock, with an upward curve that hits your prostate, harder than anyone else. There's something to his cock, a texture, a presence, that is giving you an intense pleasure different from any of the others before. He leans over, his voice a low, possessive growl in your ear. "Recognize this PA tearing you open for my bugs to take?" The biker. The leather biker from the rest stop. The one who coached you there to breed a random bugchaser—the one you later found out to be your husband. The biker who loaded you at the same time, twice, with toxic juice. The only one who knows your shared, twisted secret. He pounds into you, churning the cum inside you into a frothy mess. "Love churning up the load of your husband inside you! Did you recognize his cologne? He bred you good before I got my turn." He pauses, his cock still buried deep, letting the words sink in. "But guess what... you're not the only one getting a toxic load from me tonight. I loaded him up about an hour ago, right before he came in here to breed you." The final piece of the puzzle clicks into place. The betrayal, the shared vulnerability, the fucked-up unity—it doesn't break you. It completes you. The fear evaporates, replaced by a profound, ecstatic hunger. You open up for him, for his load, for everything. As he finishes, you find your voice, breathless and desperate. "More," you gasp. "Get the most sleazy guys in here! I want the worst you can find!" Stefan chuckles, a dark, approving sound. "Oh, I think the guy you are looking for just entered." The crowd in the room turns to the door in a unified wave of awe. The air grows heavy, thick, and cold in a way that has nothing to do with temperature. He approaches the sling, and the crowd parts for him like a diseased sea. You hear his footsteps—not heavy, but a shuffling, scraping sound, like he's dragging his feet. When he finally touches you, his fingers are like bony claws, but it's the texture of his skin that's truly shocking—it's dry, papery, and hot, like old paper left too close to a fire. You feel his hairless, wasted chest as he leans over you, his weight surprisingly light. You feel his thighs, mostly bone, no muscle, his skin hanging on his buttocks, seeming two sizes too large for his frail frame. He's seen better days, probably a muscular hunk in his prime, now a ghost of that man. But then you feel his cock, a shocking contrast to the wasted body it's attached to. It's not just big; it's swollen and unnaturally hard, like a piece of gristle. The shaft is thick and veiny, a roadmap of sickness, and at its base, you feel the cold, unyielding bite of a thick metal cockring, strangling the flesh and making it swell even larger. The head is a bloated, purple dome. You feel the rough, uneven texture of the warts that circle the rim, a crown of disease on this monstrous appendage. "Christ, he's hung for a sick guy," another voice murmurs. "A purple monster on his pale body! See those angry warts? That thing looks like a weapon." "Now you're in for the ultimate treat," Stefan whispers in your ear, his voice a dark, excited thrill. "This one's the real deal." You feel your heart hammering. What an experience, the ultimate thrill. He puts the tip of his monster at the entrance of your gaping hole. The crowd leans in, their voices a depraved commentary. "Is he really gonna fuck his seed into this poor guy?" "He asked for it… now he's gonna get it!" You can't stay silent. This is what you wanted. You moan, your voice raw with need. "Give me that toxic cock. Show me what a real plague feels like!" Your words spur him on. He leans in closer, his rattling breath hot against your ear. "You want this, you little chaser? You want my disease?" He starts to shove inside, starts to thrust, a wheezing, rattling sound with every push into your cum-filled hole. "Yes!" you cry out, your body arching in the sling. " I want your strain! Fucking convert me!" He laughs, a wet, broken sound. "Gonna knock you up for good, you dumb little ass. This ain't just a poz load, this is the jackpot. Here’s my gift! Here are my toxic babies to conquer you!" He leans in closer, his rattling breath a foul gust in your ear. "They've thrown everything at me, you know. Every drug they got. But my strain... my strain is special. It's resistant. It ate all their magic pills for breakfast. The docs say I'm a dead man walking." He gives a short, harsh laugh. "So yeah, I'm happy to take a begging little chaser like you with me. You wanted the worst? You're getting it. This is the load to convert you! You will never recover from this! You're getting my legacy." He doesn't last long. He cums with a shuddering, final gasp. Even with all the cum pooling in your chute, you feel his eruption, a load that has been brewing in his balls for quite a while. It feels like a fire being injected directly into your soul. You feel his thick, bug-laden sperm; it feels more permanent, more transformative, than all the others combined. It's a warmth that burns, a poison that feels like a cure. As he pulls out, leaving you empty and trembling, you feel strong hands take yours. Mark is on one side, Stefan on the other. They're not just watching; they're with you. They squeeze your hands, and you feel Mark's other hand gently stroking your forehead, his thumb wiping away sweat you didn't realize was there. It's a gesture of pure comfort, calming the shivers that rack your body. But when you hear their voices, the pride is unmistakable. "Shhh, we've got you," Stefan murmurs against your temple, his breath warm. "You did so good. We are proud of you!" "You took it for us, the three of us," Mark adds, his voice thick with emotion as he continues to stroke your hair. "You're one of us now. Truly." You hear the chalk scrape again, but it's not a single mark. It's Stefan, drawing a new, crude heading at the top of the board. You can't see it, but you hear the scratching of the letters. Then, a single, decisive mark beneath it. Mark leans in, his voice filled with a dark reverence. "He just made you a new category."

Just a lil low down going into the story So my neighbor and his wife split years ago. She left him and their son one day and never came back. So I was always,the helpful neighbor, and watched his son. Who is one year younger than my son. So it worked out. After my son left for college lil Seth was depressed and lonely I told him it will pass. What I didn't know if they were experiment together so that's why he was lookin like a sad puppy. But it's his 18th birthday in a month so I told his dad, who is going to be on a business trip in JAPAN for his sons bday, that il take care of it he will have a great time. His dad said ok and left for a month. The dad comes his dad had a brand new dodge ram rebel parked in the garage for him. So he woke up to a already great Day. Took him shopping to eat, and he was happy. But then we stopped to shoot some pool. Local tavern. His bday; I bought us some pitchers ( of soda....not) I didn't know that this is his actual first beer. So he is getting buzzed fast. I ended up carrying him out. He's laughing the whole way. Get him home. Up in his bed, take his shirt off and pants to get into bed. To my suprise when I took off his pants, his, 9in.....thick, pink tipped cock sprang out. My jaw dropped. And Seth says, " I knew it, I knew you liked cock." I said , yes I do. He says with a evil grin, I'm not that buzzed off beer, I wanted to pretend, cuz I want you Mr. Steve. I've wanted you since I started getting boners. But your son took care of it til now. He smacks his cock to my face, and says, and, with an evil grin again. "I've seen Poz Twitter account. SINCE the first time I started my addiction to you being my poz daddy I don't want anyone but u to be the one to seed me. He turns onto his stomach and pulls his undies down over his plump boy bubble butt and Says, you know u want to taste it. He spreads his cheeks and my tongue is buried. End of part one. To be continued....

I would love to re-enact this: [think before following links] https://www.forttroff.com/blog/2019/12/video-debut-the-human-fistipede/ making sure to switch directions once all connected.

He did absolutely. We talk every now and then - he's out of state and we haven't seen each other since. But man those were fun times.

Having finally taken my first (and certainly not last) fist in the fall, I have so many bucket list items that I'm finally now getting to do! Atop my list though are getting my guts swamped and then fisted out, a lube gunge ff session, ff 69 (and multi-party iterations like ff train or ff circle), eventually take doubles, take a fist to the elbow... I've got all the time in the world and I'm just taking it one scene at a time, but so much fun stuff to do now that I'm over that initial hump

YES

As a 40+ total bottom , I can t help but notice how the top/bottom dynamic shiffted in these last 15 years. Not complaining as I like this kind of rougher and more agressive sex but still I can t help but wonder why this happenned. Is it porn ? Is it society ? The tops get always rougher (facefucking, piss, slap, spit,...) on us and expect more and more submissiveness from us. It s so obvious in porn where the sluts need to constantly outperform themselves to keep under the spotlight and be appealing to the tops who want to make more money out of their degradation. The tops even seem to have such a better place and enjoy it more... You barely ever get to see a bottom cumming now... Ain t this an evidence that it s not about us anymore ? At my level, I see it too. Agressive encounters happen very often without being "consensual". As a sub bottom, I just carry on with any behaviour because I feel it s my duty and it s like I ve been reprogrammed no to care about my pleasure, that it isn t relevant anymore. Where does that mindset come from ? Am I the only one to notice and feel it ? Last night I got fucked by a 22 years old guy who litterally used me like a fucking meat bag. When we chatted he was just looking for a blow job. He ended up fucking me in any way he wanted, being mean and agressive, both physically and verbally. I enjoyed it but at some points, whe he was really going too hard on me and I asked for him to go easier or stop, he would only pull my hair and Ask me : "are you a slut or not ?" or "Don t you want me to come again and fuck you? Take it then !" Am I the only mature bottom to notice this shift in top/bottoms interactions?

hell yea, it is worth the pain. would do it anytime.

Slamming bottom, im in the SE also, pm me 💧

I have a guy here on BreedingZone who's been chatting with me since almost 2 years. He's both sweet and dirty, love this!!! Love long-lasting roleplay chats not just made of "fuck" "poz me" and so on. Yeah, in years I've become so brutally selective!

“Shit! Scout… I am so sorry.” His sobs slowly shifted to a slight giggle. “Don’t be coach. I loved it.” Scout stood up awkwardly to avoid any sudden flinch of his bashed hole. He stood in front of me. Grabbed my cock while planting his lips on my mine. We pashed. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I did the same. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my body. My cock hardened to Scout’s slow-moving jerks. He suddenly pulled his lips away - eyes locked. ‘Coach… I love you.’ He pressed his lips on mine again. My mind spun itself into a storm. He loves me. A boy loves me. The thought landed like a match in petrol. I’d crossed a line I didn’t even know I’d been circling. I’d loved women. I thought I’d loved women. Or maybe I’d just loved the idea of them, the story I was meant to live. I’d always called myself straight. Wore it like a uniform. And yet—nothing had ever cracked me open the way this had. Nothing had stripped me down so completely, left me this raw, this awake. His touch. His heat. The way his body felt under mt touch. The way he looked at me, like I was gravity. I loved being inside him. Do I love men? Do I love him? The questions stacked, collapsed, rebuilt themselves in new shapes. My identity buckled under their weight. I love Scout. The realisation didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into me, undeniable, irreversible. A truth I could try to outrun, but would never outpace. ‘I love you too.’ Eventually, we pulled apart – slowly, reluctantly. I lit a joint – inhaled a few puffs, then passed it to Scout. We got high and spoke for a while. He awkwardly sat down. Damage to his ass was apparent. Blood smeared my cock when I screwed deep into him. “And you’re… okay with it?” I asked quietly. “With the way I take control?” He nodded, not looking away. “Coach, I like it. I like letting go. Being owned, in that space.” A pause. Then, softer, more honest. “I’m always doing the right thing. School. Training. Expectations. Being the example. It never stops.” He exhaled, like the weight of it all lived in his lungs. “It’s exhausting. I feel hollow trying to be who everyone needs me to be.” “I get that,” I said. And I did. “That’s why I like losing control,” he went on. “Doing something that belongs to no one else’s version of me. Something messy. Something real.” His eyes flicked back up to mine. “That’s when I feel alive.” The words sat heavy between us—confession and invitation, all tangled together. Scout opened up after that. Really opened up. We smoked more. Too much. Hours dissolved into haze and laughter and long, heavy silences. He stayed the night. Then the next. And the next after that. Soon, it wasn’t staying over — he was just there. Mornings, afternoons, nights. Like he’d quietly moved into the orbit of my chaos. He’d go to school, then come straight back. We’d blur the edges again — pot, smoke meth, lines on the marble bench. Reality kept losing the argument. I stopped pretending there were boundaries. He stopped pretending he wanted them. I would just take him anyway I liked. Something dark and reckless took root between us. Control became the language we spoke. I stopped asking. He stopped resisting. I didn’t care if he was prepared for it or not. It was raw, instinctive, messy — the kind of connection that thrives in secrecy and collapse. Days folded into weeks. The world outside shrank. Inside that apartment, time worked differently. There was no future — only repetition, ritual, appetite. I would fuck him first thing in the morning, then send him to school with my load in him. I wanted him to feel the twitch in his hole and control his muscles and not let any of it drip out. A reminder that I was with him at every moment. His parents buzzed the intercom. There was no way in hell I would let them up. I answered it, and Scout’s Dad blasted me through the intercom. As though his words were threatening enough to make me send his boy home. He called me a predator for fucking an 18-year-old, and that he will get me for what I was doing to his boy. But Scout wanted it. He chased me. I reminded Scout that we didn’t have to do this. He kept insisting. So, I kept fucking him. Scout had a key to my place. He could come and go as he pleased. He wasn’t a hostage. My place was his. Don’t get me wrong. I got worried during the nights when he either got back to my apartment late or very early in the morning. He wouldn’t tell me what he got up to-I didn’t ask. I wanted him to have freedom. To explore. To learn who he was as a young man. I got back late one evening, and when I walked in, the place was dark. I could hear sounds of moans and thumping. “You like being Daddy's little bitch-Ahh... Don’t you?” An unfamiliar voice called out. “Mmm.” The moans got louder as I got closer to my bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a dim light shimmered out. I crept closer and peered through. My jaw dropped. On all fours was Scout, facing away from the door, getting fucked from behind by another man. Like a deer in headlights, I was stunned. Scout grabbed the brown bottle and took a sniff up each nostril. I struggled to develop thoughts. A little bit of jealousy crept through. Scout was my lad. But as I watched, that dirty, deep, filthy drive revved up. It turned me on to see Scout bent over, the mood-light cascading over his youthful muscles and ass, with a man taking advantage of it. A man who was not me. A stranger. “Yeah. Get high, boy. Your cunt is hungry for cock.” The man was ordered. He was older. Older than me. He was hairy in all the wrong places. He was a larger guy, biggish belly, hairy man tits, long grey beard, random faded tattoos. He kind of reminded me of my late grandfather. “Oh, fuck yeah! That shard is turning you into a cock starved meth pig. Your cunt is just pulling me in.” He continued as he thrust in and out of Scout. A shard? The man was in his element, pounding away, owning Scout’s hole. I had no idea what shard meant, but the thought of Scout being a cock starved meth pig got me wild. I couldn’t resist, I pulled my jeans down and jerked myself off. The moment reminded me of when I would watch my wife get fucked by strangers. The old man was picking up his pace. “Yeah, boy. Mmm, Yeah… I’m gonna unload in ya. I’m gonna unload in ya cunt!” The old man’s moans intensified. “Yeah, you want it in your cunt. Don’t ya boy?” He was fucking hard by this stage. Scout just moaned. Like a tiger jaw locking its prey, the old man held onto Scout’s hips with all his might. ‘Oh fuck! Argh-Yeah. Here it comes. Too late. Oh-God, Yes! I’m cumming inside you!’ The old man’s ass clenched and retracted with every pulse of his unloading. I nearly came, myself. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever. When he finished, he slumped his sweaty body on top of Scout. I could see his fat cock still inside Scout’s hole, occasionally pulsing its last bit of spunk inside. I accidentally bumped the door-Scout and the old man turned to me. “Oh shit!” The old man quickly lifted himself off Scout, pulling his cock out at the same time. For a split moment, I watched Scout’s hole close in as a glob of cum seed out past his abused lips. “Fuck! You did say your father would be home.” The old man scrabbled to his feet, looking left and right to find his clothes. I pushed the door wide open, my cock still in hand. The old man noticed. Scout’s grin caught my attention. His eyes were peaking. His hole is pointed to the heavens. Cum dribbled out of his used pink hole. I lost all control and dove my face into the boy’s ass cheeks. Cupped his hole with my mouth and lapped up the drooling cum while I tongued the puffy walls of his used ass. I pulled his cheeks wide, tasting the salty flavour of this random old man’s spunk buried in this youthful boy. My mind was in a frenzy. I flipped Scout over and pinned his legs down. Scout had the poppers in his hand, like a duck to water, and took two huff sniffs in each nostril. ‘Hold it in, faggot.’ His face went red from the rush. Red veins coated the white in his eye. I could tell he was off his face from the meth and amyl. I rammed my cock in hard and fucked away. “Holy shit! You let your dad fuck you? Fuck!! You are really are a pig. Incest pig.” Scout grunted for a moment. But with all the fucking we have been having and just taking a cock a moment ago, he was getting used to his hole being stretched out. “DON’T look away.” Eyes locked on Scout’s. I was pulled into his deep, depraved fucked up mind. I was still a little jealous. Angry that he let a random old man fuck and cummed in him. I felt cheated. But I was also hot for it. The idea of strangers fucking this beautiful boy. Having their way and a fallen Angel. Scout’s hole was slick. The old man’s cum was splashing out with every thrust and coating Scout’s balls and shrivelled up cock. I felt a splash on my abdomen. My inner pig unleashed. Scout’s almost incoherent expression reminded me of the young lad I watched in the cruise club. It made me want to wreck the boy. Unlock the true faggot in him. Scout couldn’t hold it in any longer and let go of the poppers in his lungs. He moaned as I ploughed away at him with no care if he was liking it or not. I wasn’t fucking him for a long time or a good time. I was fucking him to fuck to simply unload in his dirty, used pink hole. I didn’t give a fuck if Scout was enjoying it. I felt it build up. “Grrr… Fuck! You fuck’n pig. Fuck’n take it.” I didn’t want to hold back and let it release and shoot inside me. A tyrant of babies filled the boy’s hole. Fill the cunt up. Mixed in with the old man seed. If only he could get pregnant like my ex-wives. Like his mother, I got knocked up. I imagined Scout having my babies. This made me more determined, and I fucked harder. For a moment, I believed that if I could fuck hard enough, he would get pregnant. Scout was screaming in pain. Yeah, I broke him. His little cock pissed over his chest and face. I was hitting something deep inside me. I’ve seen this before. My ex-wife used to squirt. “Fuck-Yeah! Squirt for me faggot!” Scout was squirting like a girl. But I didn’t want Scout to feel pleasure; I wanted him to hurt. I want him to fear what damage I could be causing to his guts. I instinctively slapped him across the face with some force. This tipped me over the edge. “Argh! Fuck! Yes! Cunt! I’m breeding you again, you fuck’n pig.” My orgasm exploded and expelled all my strength and energy from my balls through my cock and out through my ejaculation, adding a second load to the dirty cunt. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout had so much cum in him. He was covered in it and his piss. I kept fucking until I had no energy left in me. I slowly came back down from my high and took in my surroundings. At what point did the old man take off? I had no idea how long I was in this frenetic state. My cock was still hard and wedged in Scout’s puffy hole. I knew if I pulled out, cum would gush out. I wanted it to gush into my mouth. So as quick as I pulled out, I bent down and cupped my mouth around Scout’s gaping hole to have the cocktail of old man and my cum squirt into my mouth. And that it did. A lot. The salty substance filled my mouth, and I savoured it as Scout’s puffy hole closed up. I lifted myself up and looked over Scout. His cheek was red. He was still tweaked out, but with a sense of fear in his eye. I wondered if he had a slight moment of regret. I didn’t. He was completely unprepared when I spat all the cum over his face. I fell on the bed next to him. Scout’s legs dropped like dead weights. We both huffed and puffed from the adrenaline we just endured. Guilt finally started to settle in. I looked over at Scout. “You okay?” He turned his cum and piss-covered face to me. “I love you, Daddy.” I held onto his words for a moment, then moved in and kissed him. Cum smearing over our faces. “Fuck me again. Daddy.” He called out as he pulled his cummy lips away from mine. “Please. Daddy. I need cock. I feel empty.” The meth was surging through Scouts. How much did he take? Feedback is always welcome. I would love to know what you think happens next.

I’m a horrible uncle. My nephew had gotten into a college near where I lived and called asking to live with me. The house phone rang as master gave me another slam. A 12” dildo on a fuck machine was pumping in and out of my hole as I was strung up. All the loads I’d taken in the past day were flowing down the dildo out of my hole. As the sensation of the slam rolled through me I began begging my master. I don’t know what I was begging him for but I wanted more of everything. Master walked to get the phone. His 6’3 bulky frame was covered in a thick silver gray coat of body hair. His massive cock swung soft between his legs, his spiked Prince Albert and Jacob’s ladder glistening slightly red from our trip to the club last night. He came back in a minute later as I was trying the strech lower so the dildo could reach deeper in me. He put the phone up to my ear saying “Your nephews calling” with an evil smirk. As he held the phone to my ear with one hand he used the other to pick up a beaded sounding rod and begin pushing it down my semi hard t dick. “Hey jack” I got out trying my hardest not to moan as each thick bead of the rod popped into my urethra. “What’s up” “Hey uncle mark, I was just calling to check if I could stay at your place this year for school-“ I let out a gasp as master got the end of the sounding rod into me, and the continued pushing into my piss slit with his thick pinky. The rod going deep into me. “Are you ok uncle mark” jack said in response to my gasp “Yeah bud just got jammed something sorry go on” I responded breathily as master turned up the speed on the fucking machine and set the dildo to vibrate. “Oh ok well I was going to ask if it’s okay for me to stay with you this year for school to save money.” Master overheard jack say and gave a devious look. There was no command there but there was an understanding that if I allowed my nephew jack to stay master would be happy as he would make jack his. “Of course you can stay with me, I’ll call you back later for more details cause I’m about to finish something.” I said knowing I just sold my nephews future to my master. “Yeah your friend said he had you tied up with something, well thanks I’ll call you later, love you uncle mark.” “Love you too bud” I said as the phone call ended. “I love when you hand me new slaves mark.” Master said putting the phone down “ you’re such a good slave selling out your family to me, so you can cum.” He ripped his pinky from my dick hole, the sensation pushing me over the edge and sending the sounding rod shooting out, the beads popping through my slit adding to my spun out orgasm. A mixture of cum and piss shot from my cock straight onto master as he let me free from the chains and I collapsed forward, grabbing onto him and licking my fluids off of the biohazard tattoo above he cock.

It became a reality at a bathhouse years ago when I was younger and naive. I wandered into a guy's room because he was jacking a nice cock. I went down on him for a while before he positioned me doggie style on the bed and lubed up my ass. I didn't notice he had opened the door at first. He started fucking me and about 5 minutes in I realized the door was open and a few guys were watching. Next thing I knew, he invited one in and pulled out and offered my ass without asking me. The new guy was in me fast, fucked fast and came fast. The next guy was in me in seconds, and over and over. The guy who led me in was actively recruiting tops to breed me. I thought I'd be angry but I totally loved it. Loved that I had no say in who fucked me and a lot were guys I would never have been interested in or let fuck me normally. Hooked on being a cumdump/public utility ever since. I always go straight to three fuck bench or sling in a bath house now. Host in motels or at home whenever I can.

No you’re not the only one! I love when they get more and more violent and rough as the session progresses and even more when it continues to get harder over multiple sessions

I tell them we're living through a huge sex revolution. And in the future when everyone is remembering and talking about this moment in time they'll be talking how people suddenly connected like never before with new compatible partners online, they're going to be talking about people like me who went out and had fun with this new freedom. Not talking about the people who stayed home talking crap about it. Who's going to care about the story of those guys? They'll be the guys everyone rolls their eyes at and skims over, like the people who said the pill was slutty in the 60s. Nobody wrote a book about them, there was nothing to say and basically nobody agrees with them now anyway. So I'm going to spend this very sexy moment in time having fun with as many sexy men as possible.

There’s a discrete forest area not too far from my apartment, and the other night a guy with an anonymous profile on sniffies hit me up and asked if I was looking and down for a quick anon pump and dump. He was in his early-mid 20s and a college student. He was also taller than me, about 6’2” I think. I didn’t see his face, but based off the shape of his cock and his skin tone in the picture he sent, I think he may have been Latino. I told him that I was down and asked when he wanted to meet. He wanted to meet right away, and I told him I would be there in 15 minutes. At first, I had trouble finding the exact location of the meeting spot because of it was dark and there were many tress, hanging vines, and bushes. Eventually I ran into him, we said a quick hello, and I followed him in the dark on a small trail to a nearby clearing. I never saw his face, but I heard his deep voice and my hole was hungry for his cock. When we got to the small clearing I pulled down his shorts and began sucking his dick. He had a very big dick, even when soft. It was thick, long, and uncut, and fuck it tasted so good and felt amazing in my mouth. He got hard almost instantly. I sucked his dick for a while, longer than I normally would for a pump and dump (I could not get enough of his thick, long and hairy cock, and those balls…fuck). After a while his dick was very wet from spit, so I reached down to my hole and removed my glass plug, putting it in my vest pocket. I stood up, turned around and bent over, leaning against the nearest wooden railing I could find. He pushed his cock against my hole and I took a deep hit of poppers. I let the poppers take effect as I pushed my hole out, allowing him to enter more easily. I hit the poppers some more, and it didn’t take long before he was pounding my ass. After a few minutes, he came. He didn’t give me any verbal heads up—he just pumped his load deep into my ass. This was so fucking hot to me. I love being used, no words needed. You know that feeling when a top cums in you and gives you those slower, harder and deeper strokes as he finishes? It’s especially hot to me when it’s anonymous and they don’t say a word, but you know they just came in your ass. You can always tell when they’re about to breed you- shortly before they cum they start to go a lot faster and breathe harder, and then all of a sudden there’s those final 2-5 deep thrusts, with a longer pause, usually paired with a grunt or heavy breathing (just thinking about him breathing heavily and cumming in me is getting me hard again as I write this). After he came and pushed his load in deep, he pulled out, pulled his pants up and said thank you. I said thank you as well, then I left the area and walked on the trail back to the main street without looking back.

Chapter 8 – Introducing Mark It had been a few weeks since that first time at Gary’s house. Tanner and Rich had gone and visited Gary a few times. Each time they just smoked and enjoyed each other’s company. Straight boy Tanner even gave his ass up a few times to their special host Gary. They had developed a special relationship with the man. A level of trust between the two boys and the man. The holidays were coming around and Rich had plans to return home to visit with his family. He had plane tickets and everything set up to visit everyone a few states away from the college life he had become accustomed to. Tanner was another story. He was an only child and his parents pride and joy. They had decided to go on a trip for the holidays and Tanner was sent a substantial sum of money to plan his own trip. Of course like any other good drug abuser, he used the money for him and Rich to party with his girlfriend. Once the drugs dried up, so did the relationship. That old song and dance. He had strategically remained with the little money that was left for food and other luxuries during the holiday break. Once Rich had left for his family gathering, Tanner was left to himself. He was invited to go with his friend to their family gathering but did not want to impose on their kindness. Tanner had resolved to having a quiet, drug free holiday. This endeavor lasted a day without his friend Rich to keep him on the wagon. Tanner went through the little stash he had saved for a rainy day but was jonezing in no time at all. Reluctantly, he gave Gary a call. T: Hey Gary, long time no see. Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted some company. Because I’m totally free for a few days. Yeah, Rich went home for a few days and I have no one to chill with. So is it cool for me to come over and chill a bit? Cool. See you in a bit. Tanner played the innocent part well but knew he would end up smoking and needing to entertain his gracious host. So he jumped in the shower, shaved his body hair off again, and cleaned out. He wasn’t expecting to get into any anal play but he had learned it was always good to be prepared for these things. Tanner jumped out of the shower and looked down at his smooth dick and balls. He had learned the fun way that was what Gary liked with his boys. Smooth as can be. He was glad he remembered. Not that Gary was withholding when Tanner wasn’t shaved, he was just that more generous when he was shaved. Tanner knew what he was doing while getting ready. He threw on a tank top and some basketball shorts. He skipped the underwear. All the easier to tease the man funding his fun times. When he was finally ready, he ubered over to the Gary’s house. He rank the door bell and waited for his gracious host to appear. He rank the bell a second time before Gary appeared and welcomed him into his home. They walked in and sat at the kitchen table. Gary offered Tanner a drink. Tanner usually passed on the first drink as he knew it always would have G in it but today was a good day and he had no plans whatsoever for the next day or two – hence the uber drive. Tanner accepted the Gatorade and the drank the drink while the two males chit chatted a bit. It wasn’t until Tanner made a comment about not smoking yet that day and raised his arms above his head, showing off his smooth underarms, that’s when Gary ushered him into the living room. On the coffee table in front of the couch was their usual setup. The only difference this time was that instead of just the usual pipe, there was a large bubbler on the table. Tanner asked Gary about the new edition to the usual setup and was told this long story about how it was acquired. Gary was halfway through the story when he realized that Tanner was already zoned out and staring at the large bulb on the bubbler. Gary laughed and brought out a torch. The bubbler bulb was already loaded with a large puddle. He bounced the torch on the bulb and took a long rip from the bubbler. He let out a large cloud. Tanner expressed his approval on the large cloud. Gary said it was easy to get good rips from the bubbler since it helped with the harshness of the Tina. He passed the torch and bubbler to Tanner. G: Have at it boy. Let me see you catch up to me. Tanner did not need to be told twice. He took a large rip and blew out a large cloud. T: Mmmm, is that 7 Up in the bubbler. It makes it taste nice. The boy went to pass the contraption back to the host but was turned away. G: I told you to catch up, boy. Tanner took rip after rip after rip until the bowl was empty. He was flying pretty high and could have just chilled like that for a long while. But Gary had other plans. He pulled out his supply and pulled out two large shards that barely fit into the bulb. But both were pushed in and melted into a nice big puddle. Again Tanner was urged to attack the bubbler alone. The boy obeyed and was super high once he was done with the bowl. Gary asked the spun boy if he would like to watch some porn while they chilled. Tanner shook his head up and down with a doofus looking grin on his face. Gary put on some amateur looking straight porn with a teen couple going at it. it did not take long for Tanner to get comfortable in the man’s house. Once he threw off his tank top, Gary had refilled the bubbler with a fat load and once again, Tanner downed it be himself. This continued to be their pattern for the hour or so that they were hanging out. Tanner’s shorts were the next to go. After that, he was just walking around Gary’s house naked. He didn’t even realize that Gary was smoking a bit but left most of the smoking up to the teen. After another Gatorade, the trusting boy was naked and melting into the couch. He was watching the amateur porn that was obviously turning him on (he kept commenting on how perfect the girls tits were) but he had overshot the mark and was stroking his tina dick. Tanner was so absorbed into the porn that he wasn’t keeping tabs on Gary. The man had been in and out of the room taking care of other things. He basically came back into the living room here and there to keep reloading the bubbler. Tanner never even blinked when the doorbell rang and Gary walked off to answer his door. He returned with a black man. This man was athletic body shaped that looked to be in his late 30’s like Gary. The two man walked into the living room and tried to get the teen’s attention. Gary introduced his old Navy friend Mark. Tanner turned to look at the black man, smiled, and then turned back to the straight porn playing on the screen. M: oh you were not kidding. The boy is spun. He didn’t even stop playing with his little clit while he smiled at us. G: Yeah, he’s pretty far gone. But he can get further. Watch. Gary grabbed the bubbler and refilled the bulb once again. He took a rip and handed it off to his new friend Mark. Both men took two rips each, releasing huge clouds. Gary handed the bubbler to the straight twink in front of them. Tanner went on auto pilot and took his rips until the bowl was finished. Pausing in between rips to continue to play with his flaccid dick. The men laughed at the teen. M: oh damn, he’s like not even here. I fucking love that. And you are sure he’s straight? G: Oh yeah, he’s a straight one alright. Except when he needs to get spun. Then he’s a little chem whore. But I’m the only dick he has taken. He’ll still be nice and tight for that black snake of yours. How much meat are you packing again? M: you know them chem whores always love my 10 inch black meat. Again the men laugh. Mark pulls out his own pipe and takes a few hits. He passes it to Gary and he takes a few puffs. The men throw off their clothes and get naked. They are both sporting their respective hard-ons. Gary with his 7 inches and Mark with his 10 inches. They sit on either side of the teen on the couch. They each pick up one of the teen’s hands and place them on their dicks. Tanner starts jerking them off instinctually. Mark reaches down between the teen’s legs and plays with his limp dick. Some precum leaks off and Mark licks his fingers. M: Mmmm. I love the taste of twink juice. How about you boy? Do you like the taste of our juice? Tanner mumbles an IDK. G: Well try it out and tell us which one you like best. Gary puts his hands on Tanner’s head and guides him down to his dick. Tanner takes the dick in his mouth, sucking him off. He bobs for a minute or two and then Mark puts his hand on Tanner’s head and guides him down to his own dick. Now this was a completely new dick for Tanner. The big dick was thicker than any that he had taken at all. It took him a moment to fully get his mouth around it. Again, he starts sucking on it like he was born to do it. Tanner tried to keep his eyes on the straight porn playing. Mark puts both hands on Tanner’s head and the twink starts to focus solely on the dick in front of him. During this attention grab, Gary takes the time to change the porn playing on the tv. He starts a playlist of amateur porn from his own collection. It’s Gary and friend double teaming a smooth twink. By the time that Tanner’s attention returns to the porn playing, he returns to playing with his limp dick. T: I think you guys taste the same. The men chuckle. T: Hey that looks like mine and Rich’s friend Tim. Did you guys play with Tim? G: Oh yeah, that does seem to be Tim. T: he’s sucking you guys off. Did you guys fuck him too? M: oh him, yeah. He was strong enough to take my big dick. Not everyone is strong enough to take it. It takes a special type of Man to take this thing. Tanner looks down and watches Mark wave his dick around. M: Are you strong man? Huh Tanner, are you a strong man? G: oh yeah, Tanner here is a strong man alright. He takes a fucking like a man. No crying or whining from this guy. At least not when he takes my dick. Tanner looks down and watches Gary wave his dick around. G: Tanner knows how good it feels to have a man to help out another man. Isn’t that right boy? T: Yeah, I can take a dick. Tanner turns to Gary and smirks. T: if they help me feel good … Tanner turns to Mark and smirks. T: I can help them feel good. I’m feeling real good. Gary takes care of me but I cant seem to get my dick to work today. Gary and Mark exchange looks and turn toward the twink. G: oh I think we can help you out. Chapter 9 – G: oh I think we can help you out. I have some pills to get that dick hard for you and my friend here … M: oh well I have some good T I’m willing to share with a cute twink like you. If you wanna help me feel good, that is? T: Same deal I have with this homo here. Share your love and you can push some love into me. Just don’t tell Rich. I cant have him know that I like it that much. G: Like what that much? The tina or the dick? T: Either. G: you are surprisingly coherent for how high you are? T: Yeah, the G started wearing off and I can play dumb a lot. Helps things get started. It’s when I can’t snap out of it, that’s when I worry. I’ve only gotten that bad when you shot me up. The men gave each other an evil grin. G: well let’s just chill for a bit. I’ll get you a dick pill and this will give you some time for it to kick in. Mark and I will go over our inventory. In the meantime, here. Gary refilled the bubbler and handed it to Tanner. Gary walked off to the kitchen and returned with a water bottle and 2 pills. he explained that one was the dick pill and the other was an E. Tanner downed the pills and picked up the bubbler. He dialed back into the porn and went back to playing with his soft dick. As he was transfixed on the porn, the men were regrouping in the kitchen. After some time had passed, and the pills were starting to kick in, the men returned to the living room. Tanner had finally started to get hard and was jerking off to the porn. He noticed the guys were back. T: hey guys, look. This is Gary and Rich fucking me the first time I was here. Man that feels like forever ago. G: oh yeah, I forgot that was on this playlist. It’s a hot one I love to watch over and over. M: Don’t worry. We’re gonna make an even hotter one once we get you on the level you wanna be. Tanner took the last hit in the bubbler and turned toward Mark and smirked in a daring manner. That’s when Mark holds up a tourniquet and a few darts. M: Time to get you to the stratosphere you hot little thing. Tanner’s dick bounced at the thought of being shot up again. G: Come on and follow us to my bedroom. The men turn toward the hallway and Tanner follows like a lost puppy. They get to the bedroom and throw the twink on the bed. The teen holds out his arm in anticipation. Mark comes over and ties the teen off. He pulls out on of the premade darts and hits the teen. Mark pulls on the touniquet and releases it. M: Bye bye and blast off! The coughing starts. The arm goes up and over the head. The eyes go black and the body tingles flood the teen’s frame. As the coughing stops, the men wrestle the teen on the bed. They get some rope and tie one end to the teen’s left ankle. The rope goes around the teens neck and back around to the other ankle. This leaves the twink’s hard cock and hole wide open. The men each take their darts and turn to face their prey. Gary had gotten the entire tie off and dart hit on hand held cam. He zoomed in on his friend’s hard dick. G: oh damn, we didn’t get him to get your dick wet before we tied him up. Oh well, I guess I’ll have to help you out. Gary got on his knees and takes Mark’s dick in one gulp. He’s on a mission to get the dick as slick as possible, as soon as possible. When there is enough throat slim on the black meat, he pulls off and stands back so he can film. Mark lines his dick the teen’s hole. he stares at him right in the eyes and says remember, you are a strong man. take this like a man. Mark pushes forward and the head of his dick pops in the boy. Tanner makes some sort of gurgle noise. He’s not faking this time. He’s spaced out and super high. This makes Mark smile and he pushes forward until he bottoms out into the twink. More gurgles escape the straight twink but definitely nothing like a cry. Mark pulls out halfway and pushes forward again. He continues to repeat until he sees the boy’s dick bounce between their bodies. He might be out of it but he is loving the dick. Tanner’s body is betraying him. Every thrust into him makes his dick bounce and leak some precum from the tip of his dick. There is a pile of clear liquid forming a puddle near his belly button. Mark dips his fingers into the puddle and licks his fingers. M: Damn, I love the taste of him. Mark picks up the pace and starts pounding into the teen. The slap of their sweating bodies is heard throughout the room. The black man is building up his nut and stopping himself, edging himself because he doesn’t want to stop. The amazing feeling of a tweaked out straight boy around his dick was amazing. When Mark was finally done edging and ready to cum, he pushed into the teen as far as he could thrust. He released his torrent of cum into the boy’s open ass. He pulls out and the boy’s hole is left open. It takes a bit to close since it had gotten used to the thick black meat. Mark was immediately replaced by Gary. Mark picked up the cam. Now that his friend had stretched the boy out a bit, Gary was able to fuck without the constraint of the boy being too tight to really let loose. Gary untied the teen and let his legs fall on his shoulders. He pushed his load into the twink. Tanner was in cum loving heaven. Once the men were done with their loads, they pulled out a buttplug and pushed it into the teen. This kept their cum from leaking out. They walked the boy back out to the living room where he fell back into the porn trap. He was ordered to edge himself but not cum or he would be cut off. The men rested up and recharged their batteries while the teen came down some. They took their time and when they were ready to fuck again, the twink was slammed again. He returned to his real mumbling self as the men assaulted his ass. They fucked him in numerous positions. They took turns fucking his mouth and ass. They fucked into the morning of the next day. It wasn’t until midday when the men finally retired and set the twink free. He had really impressed them with his skills and flexibility. They called him an uber to go home and sent him home with some T to finish up at home. Chapter 10 – Uncle Marty Tanner had continued to get more greedy with his tina consumption. Rich had come home and found out that he went to Gary’s house without him and completely freaked. They were only supposed to do that together. So they could watch out for each other. Tanner did not see it that way. Months passed and he had blown through Gary’s good graces and that of Gary’s friends’ good graces. Gary was now posting online for random men to come and fuck Tanner. Tanner got caught by Rich at Gary’s house super tweaked out getting a train run on him by complete strangers. Unfortunately, there was nothing Rich could do. He was forced to sit back and watch his friend get turned into a cumdump, all to get high. Rich couldn’t reach his friend anymore. He wouldn’t listen. Rich could see that his friend was on a negative spiral that he did not want to follow. Rich took a leave of absence from school and decided to go soul searching. He asked Tanner to come with him but he refused. Tanner said he didn’t have any problem. He wished his friend well as he left. When Tanner’s parents found out that Rich had left, they were thrown for a loop. They loved their son but didn’t trust him to live on his own. So they added a stipulation to their living arrangement agreement with their son. Tanner’s unemployed uncle Marty would come to live with him for the duration of Rich’s little vacation. Tanner did his best to sober up when his uncle came to live with him. Uncle Marty seemed chill enough. He was just always there at the pad. He was charged with keeping tabs on Tanner and reporting back to his father. It did not take long for Marty to catch on that Tanner was sneaking around getting high. He was a smoker as well but was in control of his intake. And the asshole used the situation to his advantage. Marty would make subtle hints that he knew he was smoking in the apartment. Making comments about the smell of something burning. Finally came the day when Marty straight up opened the door and found Tanner and the current chem whore girlfriend smoking in the bathroom. He punished Tanner by making him watch as he slept with Tanner’s girlfriend in his bed. Marty thought the humiliation of that would kick him into gear. That was a wrong assumption. The only thing that changed was the girlfriend was kicked to the side. Tanner pretended to learn his lesson so that Marty wouldn’t go narking to his dad. Marty had no idea the depth of the situation until he came home one day and caught someone leaving the apartment. It was someone Marty happened to know through common circles. That someone was Gary. He was selling some tina to Tanner and Marty caught him leaving the apartment. Unbeknownst to Tanner, Marty had partied with Gary in the past. It did not take long for Marty to put one and two together. He talked with Gary and Gary was a fountain of information. He didn’t give a fuck about helping Tanner save face. He gave up the whole story. Every little fucking detail. And together they came up with a little plan for the twink. Chapter 11 – Tanner had received a call from Gary. He had a John that was willing to help the twink blast off but he needed to come over ASAP. It had been a long while since Gary had called him with anything like this. He had almost given up hope. He told Gary he would jump in the shower and then call him back. Tanner showered and went through the usual routine of shaving everything smooth and cleaning out. He called Gary and said he was coming over. When he got to Gary’s house, he was brought in and pulled to the kitchen. He was told that there was special instructions for this hookup. This hookup would be recorded for the John per his request. The John would be blindfolded and have ear plugs. He didn’t want to see or hear Tanner. Tanner was to go in the living room and smoke a bowl to get the juices flowing. Then the john would come in and he would have to strip the john. Gary would give instructions as they went. The more he followed instructions, the more tina he would get. Tanner agreed. Tanner was brought into the living room and Gary started to record him. He hands Tanner a torch and a bubbler. Tanner hits the bubbler a few times. It’s been a while since he was high so the tina is hitting him good. G: Good boy. Now strip naked for your man of the hour. Tanner throws off his t-shirt and shorts. He didn’t bother with any underwear so he is already naked. G: okay I’m going to bring the guy in. you turn around and finish the bowl. I’ll tell you when to turn around and face him. Gary goes into the next room and guides a blindfolded white man into the room and places him in front of the couch. He stands facing the boy’s ass. G: Okay, turn around and face your blindfolded John. Make him feel good. Tanner finishes his last hit and blows out as he turns around. He waits for the smoke to clear and then his heart sinks. He sees his uncle blindfolded in front of him. He tries to put his hands in front of his dick and balls. T: WTF? G: Whats wrong? Do you know him? T: Uuuuh, no. it’s just weird that’s all. I don’t know if I can do this. Tanner cant admit that he knows the John and is certainly not aware that his uncle knows Gary. He tries to back out of the situation. G: No going back now. Come on, even if you know him, he’s blindfolded. He wont know. Just do the work and get the tina. Simple as that. Gary was hoping that confusion hid the fact that he was holding a cam recording the event. He chuckled to himself. G: oh come on. don’t be a little bitch about it. Tanner was about to reach for his clothes when the blindfolded man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a shard of tina. He offers it out in his outstretched hand. Gary grabs it and places it in the bubbler for Tanner. Tanner uneasily takes up the bubbler and smokes the entire shard like it’s a race. He goes up to the man and pulls off his shirt over his head. He is careful to keep the blindfold in place. He waves in front of the covered eyes as if making sure. Tanner gets down and unfastens his pants. The man reaches into his pocket before Tanner pulls them straight down and the man walks out of them. Tanner puts them to the side. He reaches up and starts caressing his uncle’s dick through his boxers. Gary gets in the boy’s face to capture the emotional struggle. The head of the dick starts to poke out of the boxers. G: Pull them off of him. Let him free. Tanner reaches up and tugs them down. The dick in front of him is almost at mouth level. He’s close enough for the uncle to feel his breath on it. He starts to back up and rethink the situation when the blindfolded man puts his hand out again with another shard from his pocket before the pants fell. M: Smoke this and blow it on my dick. I know you want to you dirty whore. Gary grabs the shard and places it in the bubbler before Tanner can think otherwise. The sound of the torch and bubbler fill the room. That’s when Tanner closes his eyes and takes the dick in his mouth. Just before he blows out the cloud, Gary captures a tear running down his cheek. Tanner thinks to himself – OMG this is a new low, even for me. Sucking off my own uncle. G: Yeah, suck that dick. Blow those clouds on it silly whore. Tanner kept smoking and blowing cloud after cloud onto the dick until the entire dick was filled out and poking the back of his throat. If he wasn’t so embarrassed, he would be proud of the size of his uncle’s dick. It had to be almost 8 inches if not more. He could feel it in the back of his throat. Yes, definitely 8 inches. That’s when the blindfolded man grabbed him by the head and starts skull fucking his mouth. It was all Tanner could do to not choke on the big dick his uncle was unceremoniously pounding into him mouth. Again tears ran down his cheeks and it was all captured on cam. When the man finally released Tanner’s head, the man spoke M: Reach into my right pocket in my pants and pull out a shard for me. Tanner did as he was told. He placed the shard in the man’s hand. M: Good boy. Now, get on the couch and show me that ass. I wanna feel that used hole of yours. The man moved back to allow Tanner to get in front of him on the couch. He got on his knees and pushed his ass out toward the man. Gary helped the man over to the boy’s ass. Gary turned on a stationary camera facing the teen’s face on the couch while he got in close to the boy’s hole. The blindfolded man got on his knees and started licking the hole. he was getting it nice and wet. M: Mmmm, love the taste of a used hole. Tanner started to get emotional when he felt the shard being pushed into his hole. His uncle had thick fingers and he felt two of them pushing the tina into his winking hole. T: Noooooo. No I don’t like where this is going. Please we have to stop. Gary, make him stop. Marty’s fingers pulled out and was replaced with a dickhead T: Please Gary stop him before ahhhhh The 8 inch dick was pushed right into him in one push. His used hole was able to take it no problem. G: Too Late now little whore. M: Oh fuck yeah. Take that big dick. Uncle Marty grabs Tanner by the waist and starts piston fucking the moaning teen. Tanner knows this is wrong and knows he shouldn’t be moaning but he cant help himself. He keeps telling himself that it is the tina that is making this happen. But deep down inside he knows the truth. He is nowhere near his normal high and his body is betraying him. He reaches between his legs and feels his hard on standing straight up. T: Gary, please stop this. This is wrong Gary goes up behind the blindfolded man and slaps his ass. This causes him to thrust harder into the teen’s loose hole. The man pulls out and Tanner gets a sense of relief. It is cut short when the man just flips Tanner onto his back and starts thrusting into him loose hole again. He fucks Tanner in this position for a long while. When he finally lets up again, he picks the twink up and shifts underneath him. he sits down on the couch. The man pulls back and sits back against the couch. He puts his hands up over his head. M: I want you to ride me. Fuck yourself on my dick until you shoot your little fag load like the whore you are. He senses the hesitation from Tanner. M: Cum for me and I’ll give you more tina. Tanner is pushed into motivation when he hears that. He tells himself that his uncle will never know. He could get away with this. He starts to bounce up and down on his dick. He moves slightly and adjusts so that the big white dick is taping his boy button with each bounce. He picks up the pace and starts jerking off. The teen’s hand is pushed away and replaced with the man’s own hand. He rubs all over the smooth dick and balls. M: Yeah, smooth little bottom. Smooth like a girl. Fucked like a girl. Cum for me you little whore. He spits down into his hand and continues jerking the teen off. T: no, please don’t. omg he’s going to make me cum. Noooooo Tanner shoots his load all over his uncle’s chest. The cum is mangled in the soft dusting of chest hair on the man. M: Lick it. Lick it off my chest whore. A defeated Tanner bends down and starts licking his own cum off of his uncle. The humiliation is captured on the cam once again. The blindfolded man stops again and shifts positions again. This time they are on the floor of the living room and Tanner is on his back. He is getting pounded missionary style with his legs wrapped around his uncle. Marty is going to town on his ass. Marty is getting close. Tanner can feel it in the urgency of the thrusting. M: Pull my blindfold off. T: Nooo. I cant. I cant. M: Pull my blindfold off or you wont get your tina whore Tanner gives up. With his left hand on his uncle’s wet chest and the right hand reaching up toward the blindfold, he grips it and pulls down T: Please forgive me Marty doesn’t say anything. He just looks right into his nephews eyes. M: Are you ready for my thick load you fucking whore? T: Oh no, please don’t cum in me. I cant take that. M: You’ll take every drop I give you. T: Please don’t. please stop. M: Don’t make this any more difficult as it already is. Now take my load. Ahhhhhh! Yeah, that’s right. Take every drop. Marty continues to pound into the bottom until he stops and convulses a bit. He stands up and gives Gary a high five. M: That should be a hot video once you are done editing. Tanner gets up slowly and is timid around his uncle. Marty comes up behind him and slaps his ass. M: I always knew you gay. T: I’m not gay. M: No all my straight nephews let me fuck them up their little asses. Your ass I literally mine now. Unless you want me to tell your dad that you take it up the ass now for drugs. Don’t worry. I’m still going to pay you some with tina. I’m a man of my word. And I love how tina makes my bitches go into heat when I fuck them. So as long as you give it up to me when I want it, your secret is safe with me.

As a proud easy cumdump I am 100% on board. Use me over and over and bring your friends. No loads refused.

After my high had faded I had to begin thinking about my nephews arrival. I knew that for master to take him, we couldn’t treat him like every bar fag. He had to be eased into it and my house was the complete opposite of easy. I knew that I had to clean out the dungeon and turn it into an actual bedroom, I’d also have to hide all the drugs and sex toys lying around the house. It would be a lot of work. — My uber pulled up to a wide one story house in the middle of a neighborhood of similar homes. I had never actually been to my uncle marks place but this is the address he gave me. I walked up to the door and knocked. A minute later my uncle mark answered. He was wearing a wife beater and what looked to be leather pants, with a thick chain and padlock around his neck. He had grown a beard since the last time I’d seen him. “Hey bud” uncle mark said to me pulling me into a hug, I felt something hard push against me where his crotch was but it must’ve just been his pants cause it was way to hard for a penis “Come on in” he said picking up my bag “wow you’ve grown” he slapped my ass as he said it “Thanks” I said “ I’ll show you your room, it’s kind of bare bones but feel free to make it your own.” He said as he walked me through the living room to what seemed to be a guest bedroom. The house seemed pretty normal, if kind of bland for someone who the rest of the family made out to be some west coast hippie artist. The room seemed pretty boring too just the standard bed, dresser, and mirror. It was a really big mirror though, floor to ceiling and about 4’ wide pointed at the bed. “We’ll bud here’s your room, we’ll go to dinner in a few hours, I’ve got some work to finish in my room but let me know if you need anything.” He said leaving. Uncle Mark closed the door on his way out and I made my way to the bathroom. I’d been holding my piss since I got in my uber. The bathroom was weird, there was a urinal on the wall across from the toilet. The shower was also huge and had several extra hoses connected to the shower head. I guess I can’t complain about my bathroom being too nice. — My nephew had really grown up. He was about 5’10 now with a blondish bob, he also seemed to be pretty well muscled from the hug. I walked back into my bedroom where one of master’s other slaves we’re waiting, he had called several of them to help redecorate the house. I had been repaying them with fist fuckings as my cock was still locked up. This slave was a police officer normally, he was a short and stout man with a thick beard and shaved head. The rest of his body was entirely hairless and covered in tattoos about how much of a poz piggy cumslut he is. He wore a micro cage that made his cock into a small metal nub. It had been permanently attached with piercings, this pig hadn’t used his cock in nearly 10 years. He was laying on his back surrounded by used needles from the many slams I’d given him this morning. I grabbed the methed up lube and smothered it on my arm before punching straight into his wrecked cunt. I got easily to my elbow then continued working my way up til his hole had swallowed most of my arm. He was moaning like a pig but thankfully the bedroom was soundproofed so jack couldn’t hear him.

After I shot my last load into Alex on Monday morning I taped up his cunt and told him to not take it off for at least a day. I wrote my phone number on the tape and told him to call me after he tested positive. He was still high on cock and a ton else but nodded along as I pushed him out my front door naked. One of master’s other slaves was parked on the curb ready to drive him home but I thought it would be funny to watch him figure it out. “We got a ton of good footage this weekend.” Master said sitting down on the couch with the camera. I got between his knees and began sucking his cock as he went through the footage. “Mmh” he moaned “ it should be easy to cut up the footage for all the sites” That’s how master afforded his life. He would film everything, cut it up, and sell each clip to individual fetish sites. It allowed for neither of us to have to work and us both to have our own places, although master rarely stayed at his. “I think you’ve been unlocked too long.” Master said as I continued slobbering on his cock. “ let’s get your cage on” he said standing, his cock falling out of my mouth. “Yes master” I responded, following him to the dungeon. I call it a dungeon but it’s more of a storage room for the dungeon of the entire house. It’s where all the supplies not actively in use were kept. My entire house was one big dungeon, the only normal piece of furniture I had was the couch and an end table. The rest of the living room was full of fucking machines, frames for sex swings or bondage, a rotating collection of sex toys, and of course tons of mirrors. The same was true of every other room, even my bed was latex with a four poster frame covered in anchors for bondage. The dungeon was a spare bed room that had a bathroom as well equipped as my own. As we entered master took my cage off one of the shelves covered in a variety of sexual and drug devices and walked back out to the kitchen. Master had a specific ritual he liked to do when I put my cage on. He handed me a pipe and lighter before going behind me and forcing his cock into my cunt. I tried to always be douched and lubed so that master could use me as he pleased whenever he wanted. My cock was rock hard from the ecstasy of master using me. I light the lighter and began heating the bowl. I was breathing in the clouds as deep as I could, feeling myself getting sluttier, hearing my hole get looser and juicier as master fucked me. I refilled the bowl and continued blowing the clouds. My cock was still semi hard and too big for the cage. I finished the bowl quicker this time. I was bent over to counter as I was too high to support myself and it gave master a better angle to get deeper into me. After my third bowl my cock was not only soft but shrunken. I was normal about 4 inches soft but I could feel my cock was barely 2 now “You’re good and high now aren’t you slut” master said as he slammed into me “ your cunt is so fucking loose” he picked me up and flipped me so my back was on the counter. “Ohhh maasster” I moaned as my cock leaked from master pounding my prostate “Oh look at this tiny clit. It needs to be locked up” he said as he picked up the metal cage and locked it on my cock using the same key he used for the chain he had locked around my neck to show he owned me. “Now that’s better isn’t it faggot” he said before slapping my balls full force causing a jolt of pain and pleasure. He started pounding harder and I felt his cock on my second ring. I felt his load shoot through my inner hole and deep into me as he bottomed out. He dragged me to the ground and shoved his softening cock into my mouth and began to piss. I happily swallowed all of him and cleaned off his cock. “I’m going to go home, I’ll be back tonight and we can talk about your nephew.” He said walking to the bedroom to get dressed before he left as I laid on the kitchen floor trying to fist fuck my loose cunt, too high to move.

Chapter 1 – Part 3: Intermission Hi, I’m Gabriel. Erik, this young fellow this story is about, doesn’t know what I’m about to tell you now. So if you know Erik, don’t tell him. I’m the one who returned his phone back to the hotel. Of course, I made sure to copy the sim card before I returned, so I have a twin and knows everything that he posts in social media, texts that he sends and receives, and so on. This young Norwegian was good business for me. Those Polish skinheads paid good money to fuck him. They told me that they were poz. I told them he was a virgin, and I wanted 2000 euros for him. Well, Erik couldn’t pay me for sex, so that was my little revenge. From the texts between Erik and his doctor I found out that he tested himself for std’s when he came home, and his doctor probably gave him a PEP booster, so he’s not poz. Unfortunately he will probably also most likely be on PrEP from now on as his doctor must have explained to him what it was. But I’ll find my ways. I’m not done with him yet. I have a copy of his phone, so I’ll know where he’ll travel next. By the way, Martin, his ex-boyfriend is a cute one. Maybe I could manipulate him some way or other also?

I find a great crowd, older myself but last time I went I got my fist load in about 15’, and probably took 10 loads over the rest of the night. The best was an older skinny bloke with a downward curve on his cock. He fucked my, by then sloppy hole for maybe 10’, then pulled out and fucked the guy next to me, and finally slid in to dump his load in my ass, he was still spurting as he pulled out!

I get most of my fucking at clubs just because it means multiple loads. The first load is always amazing because you remember the first touch, the first cockhead breaching your hole and leaning back into the thrust, and then the build up and gasp as they slam home to plant their seed deep inside, the slow softening of their cock as they slip out and the dribble of that first load. After that your ass is silky smooth and the next cock, and the next one is easier. Each is different, each thrust and technique, each size, and each coming - I love the groan build up and big release, the guy who wants to explore every part of your ass, the fast dumper. And then each load makes the next one better, the fingers that tentatively explore and you can feel their cock stiffen as they feel how sloppy you are, the slow withdrawal and the leaking of cum out of a filled hole. The best moments are when I get a chain - the first guy triggers 2 or 3 others, and barely has one cock left when another is pushing through the sloppy stickiness to drop their load. Typically I will go to a club and then with a filled hole, head up to the Heath to open my ass up in the dark, and the smell of cum in the open air draws in guys, and in the dark the sense of touch and smell take over, their fingers feel the wetness, their nostrils fill with scent of fresh cum, and I can pick up at least another few loads before heading home exhausted, full and with a smile on my face!

Spend less money & get fucked more. be a cumdump as soon as you can too.

Exercise regularly. Put money in the 457(b) plan as soon as you're hired. Believe in yourself.

I'd tell myself to stay away from pussy, move to San Francisco immediately, work out regularly, and be the faggot slut/pig you really are! (Oh, and don't turn ANY Man down!)

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super horny last night and ready to get pounded. saw that there was a lot of bbc available for rent on cl. Always wondered how many of them were for real, so I decided to find out. posted an ad that I was looking for a hard top. got some responses that were kind of vague, or seemed flaky, or just wanted too much $$$ for what they had on offer. Eventually though, i did hear from a guy who sent me a bunch of pics, all very nice. Nice face, good bod, nice bbc. We emailed back and forth a few times to make sure he understood what I wanted and what I was willing to give and we made an agreement. He said he would be at my place in an hour. an hour and fortyfive minutes later I had given up on him and was checking out other options, when he finally knocked on my door. he apologized and blamed the subway (since it was the weekend I gave him the benefit of the doubt.) He was as good looking as his pics and seemed pretty nice. He sat down on my couch and told me he was ready for whatever I wanted to do. I put my hands on his crotch and could tell he was already semi-hard. He slid his pants down and pulled out his cock. It was a thick, honest 8" cut and quite beautiful. I wasted no time getting my lips around it. It was quickly fully erect and he started pushing my head down, forcing me to deep throat him. I sucked him and licked his balls for a good long while, while he moaned in appreciation and started oozing pre-cum. I could have sucked on it all night, but when I came up for breath, he said "do you want me to fuck you?" I couldn't get him inside me fast enough. "Come with me" i said an led him into my bedroom. I sat on the bed, gave him another quick suck to make sure he was nice and hard, Made sure he had a nice coating of lube and got on all fours. As soon as my ass was in the air, he was pushing the head of his cock against my hole. I was pretty tight so he had to push hard, but soon i was crying out in pain/pleasure has the entirety of his thick manhood slid into my hole. He fucked me forcefully, in long strokes, stretching my hole out more than it had been in a long time. All I could do was bite the pillow and moan. Finally though I started to get sore and pulled away. "Give me a minute" i said. "What's the matter, you can't take it?" he said. To answer, I grabbed the lube, put another thick layer on him, and lay on my back with my legs in the air. He climbed on top of me and soon he was inside me again pounding my hole for all it was worth. I took it until my legs started to ache, and then rolled over on my stomach and let him fuck me from behind. It felt great feeling his hard body holding me down while his long thick shaft slid in and out of my hole. I don't know how long he fucked me, but I'm sorry to say eventually he succeeded in wearing my ass out. I rolled over on my back and he started jerking himself. "Do you want me to cum on you?" he said. I agreed thinking a nice facial would be hot. I watched him stroke himself waiting for what I hoped would be a big load. Then when I could tell he was almost there I realized I couldn't let him waste that load. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock while he continued to stroke. In a few seconds hot delicious cum was shooting against the back of my throat. I took down every drop. He got dressed and I gave him what we agreed plus a little extra. Money well spent.