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A True Story It was 3:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I found myself buzzing with a mixture of beer, poppers and the two fresh loads inside my well used cunt, all courtesy of Grindr. A butt plug was keeping the loads secure in my ass as I looked for a third load when I received a text from a cute student some 400 meters distant. "Hey man you looking for fun?" the student asked. "Sure. I've already had some but just so horny tonight." "Ah, fuck, sweet. I'm a bit drunk and need cock," the guy added. "Lol, me too. You top or bottom?" I asked, cutting to the chase. He was no less direct in responding "Both, but really want to get fucked." "I've had two cocks cum in me. I'm versatile though and rock hard." "Sweet, you wanna fuck me?" My next text broached the next level: "Love to, although I have to tell you I’m a bareback cum slut. Not into rubber." There was a pause of almost thirty seconds before he responded "That's cool. I don't like rubber either but I do like cum." "Good to hear. I got a butt plug holding in two loads." The kid was apparently quite a perv as he responded "Nice. I could lick those out and we could share." Fuck, the kid was making me horny. But he hadn't asked me my status, which left in the air whether or not I should bring it up. I decided to string him along. "So, you wanna come over?" Another pause ensued before he responded "Yeah. Are you clean?" Now I paused, deciding to answer him literally. "Yeah, always clean." "No, I mean HIV." Of course I knew what he meant, so I bent the truth to keep him on my hook, answering "Don't know right now. Had test, waiting for result." Actually, my reply was, in some degree, true. I had been to my doctor that day, and he drew blood. What I had omitted was to acknowledge I was HIV positive and that although was usually undetectable, I had been off meds intentionally for over a month. so I suspected I was quite toxic at that moment. After a much longer pause he responded simply "Okay." “Still want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Yeah." “Sweet.” Giving him my address, I was ready when, 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door of my flat. He was even better looking in the flesh and although clearly drunk, he was still a bit nervous so, wearing only boxers which barely contained my hard-on, I welcomed him, leading him into the lounge. I’ve already got some hot bareback porn on and I offer him a beer and sit right next to him on the sofa. He takes a few swigs and I place a hand on his crotch and feel a rock hard and pretty offensive piece of meat there. He turns and we’re snogging in a heartbeat, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, he tastes like beer and cigarettes. He finds my nipples and tweaks them before slowly moving down to my cock. “Fuck you’re sexy” He slurs. “You too, lets get you out of these clothes” He starts to undress and I slip off my boxers and out springs 8” uncut of precum dripping cock. He smiles when he sees it and me likewise when I get a load of his tight, athletic body and fat dick. He dropped between my legs and I forced his face down onto my shaft which he quickly devoured, taking almost all of it down his throat in one go. He was a great cock sucker and treated me to a long, slow, blow job. He also found the butt plug so I shifted my position, all the better for him to release the juices from my cunt. Gently he eased it out and I forced his head towards my dripping pussy. “Lick it out and share with me” I commanded He hesitated at first, as clearly saying it on Grindr was easier than being faced with the reality of doing it but bless him, he went down and I lifted my legs to allow him to lap up the sploodge I pushed out for him. He rimmed me good and licked it all out, coming back up, we embraced in a felched charged snowball. I could taste cum and shit which was so erotic but I was amazed my young fuck slut was so happy and eager. He wanked my cock and his own as we kissed. I eventually pushed him back down and shifted him round on the rug. Parting his beautifully pert bum cheeks and finding a perfectly shaved hole. I was down on his exposed cunt with my tongue, rimming him deep and long. He moaned in delight as my expertly dexterous tongue and finger work aroused him to exquisite heights. “mmmm fuck me”, he eventually groaned through gritted teeth. I didn’t need asking twice and poking my cock at his lovely cunt I pushed in and carried on without stopping until I was fully inside his hole. He breathed out deeply and bucked a bit but took it all in one go like a trouper. I started fucking him slowly but soon got up a head of steam, power fucking his beautiful body. We were both grunting and moaning loudly as I pumped his hole. I only paused to sniff on my poppers which I handed to him and waited as he took deep, long sniffs. I knew I had a way to go before I’d shoot so I used him in a few positions, but wanted to be fucking him missionary, staring into those pretty eyes as I came inside his negative cunt; infecting him with my toxic load. We fucked for ages and were pretty sweaty as I finally felt my orgasm brewing. I flipped him on his back and lifted his legs up, pushing back into him and continuing my onslaught. We were now staring into each others eyes. I love a guy who won’t break eye contact and he didn’t. I kissed him between strokes and as I got close he could sense it. “You’re poz aren’t you?” he whispered as we broke the last kiss. Fuck I thought, what the hell, “Yeah” I replied and didn’t stop. He didn’t make any move to stop me either. “You want my poz load?” I asked starting to peak and staring into his sole. He didn’t hesitate, he didn’t break eye contact, “Yeah, poz me” and with that I grinned down and came hard and loud. I continued to pump my load into his hole and he wrapped his legs round me to force me deeper inside him. “Fuck, fuck” he kept whispering in my ear. I grinned. Maybe the reality was hitting him but it felt good to poz this bitch. Eventually I collapsed onto him. Our hot bodies entwined and once again I found myself staring into his beautifully young face. “Fuck man, what did we do?” he moaned. “You just took a toxic load” I replied reaching down to feel my cum between his ass cheeks. I withdrew my hand which had some cum on my fingers and showed him. He stared at my fingers then started licking them clean. Our night didn’t end there. He stayed until the morning and I fucked three more loads into him during the night and before he left. I didn’t even know his name. 3am, eight weeks later and I’m on Grindr and up pops a familiar looking student: “Hey. It’s me from a few weeks ago” “Oh yeah hi. How are you?” “Toxic”………..

I've been working a lot of hours lately, trying to build up some cash reserves, so I haven't been online as much as I’d like. But I want to tell you about the last time my boyfriend Steve and I went out to play. We didn't really have anything in mind other than both being horny and hoping to meet up with someone into threesomes. We went to JR’s which isn't really our favorite place—too crowded and snooty. But the guys who go there are usually cute. It seems to attract a younger crowd than most places in Dallas. We met this kid who turned out to be a senior at SMU. So I'm thinking he's 21 or 22 at the oldest. His name was Brian. He was kinda short—5'7”—curly brown hair, with a big smile, and great personality. Besides that he had a cute Butt and a nice bulge in his Levi’s. We talked a while—each bought the others a round of beer. But it's hard to talk with it so loud; and besides, Steve and I wanted to do more than talk. Steve suggested we go outside to smoke a joint. We walked and talked, sharing the weed as we went. Steve got right to the point and asked Brian if the three of us could go over to his hotel. He'd already told us where he was staying, and it wasn't too far. The guy jumped at the suggestion. We hopped in Steve's car and drove over. When we got in his room we fell on the bed in a tangle. We were all over each other. He was obviously horny, feeling good, and ready to play. Of course, we wanted to POZ him. We got out of our duds pretty quickly. Steve and I went to work on Brian. I sucked his Dick, and Steve licked his Balls. I swung around to the 69 position, more to get out of Steve's way than because I wanted my Dick sucked. Steve took the cue and turned his attention to Brian's Ass. He poked his tongue in good and deep and pulled Brian back upon him. Brian moaned, having the time of his life—and, more important, let his guard down. I moved off his Dick to lick his Balls—nibbling them gently so that Brian couldn’t decide if he was feeling pleasure or pain. Steve had two fingers up Brian’s Butt, and the Youth responded by alternately rimming and finger-fucking me. Steve changed position. His Dick was aimed squarely at Brian's Butthole. Steve spat into his palm, held it out to me, and my saliva blended with his. He rubbed our Spit onto his Shat and Brian's Manpussy and plowed in. "Don't you have a condom?" Brian didn't like being barebacked. "You're safe aren't you? I mean, I'm not gonna catch anything from you, am I?" Steve had to throw him off guard. “I’m clean. And I always fuck safe." Damn, I coulda shot right then! My face was inches away from where my Boyfriend's Dick was sliding in and out of this cute healthy guy. I knew Steve was aiming to POZ him. Steve pumped him long and slow for a while. I went to work on his Balls and Nips while kissing him—keeping him distracted while Steve went in for the Kill. Steve tensed up and got that glassy look he always does when he’s about to shoot. After Steve pulled out, I slipped in. I love fucking a Dude whom someone’s just Creamed. It's so hot screwing a NEG Manhole bathed in the Lube of another’s POZ Cum. I was so boned up I didn't last long. Steve and I lay down on our bellies, and Brian fucked us. He felt good inside me—even though I'd just shot my Wad. What may have been the last NEG Load of his nubile life erupted in Steven. We all dozed on his bed for a while. When we awoke it was time for Round Two. Again Stevie and I fucked our POZ Loads into him. I went first. Again Brian waited until he had both our Loads in him before he shot—fucking his creamy NEG spooge into me. We wished Brian well at SMU (and prayed that we’d POZZED him). When we got home we were still horned over sharing the Gift that Keeps on Giving. We had to celebrate by Trading Strains one more time.

continued Standing on the patio with everyone with their shirts off, my uncle behind me rubbing his crotch in my ass crack and his hands reaching around front and down my crotch with the top button on my jeans undone, I looked the three guys across from me, in particular the dirty blonde stud, and said, “let’s go fuck.” They smiled and said, “right behind ya.” I turned and began to walk to the door from the patio to the inside, the others followed me. As we were snaking our way back inside, the eyes of the others turned towards us as we reach up to put our shirts back on. Winding my way through the bar to the front door we placed our glasses on the bar and walked across the street to the bathhouse. Entering the door, the man at the desk buzzed my uncle and I in as the three others opened their wallets for their IDs and cash. My uncle and I passed through the door and climbed the stairs, unlocked the door to our room and with the door open, stripped, He grabbed my cock, slowly stroking it and I reached for his massive tool with my left hand as I reached to tweak his nipple with my right. He nodded and we exits the room to made our way totally naked back to the video room. He sat on the bench, leaned back, spread his legs and began to watch the porn playing on the screen. I sat next to him and watched two men in their 30s fucking around in the room. After a few minutes, the three men, wrapped in their towels, entered the room, One man immediately dropped to his knees and began to service my uncle while the other two lifted me, one kneeling and taking my cock into his mouth while the other slid behind me, reached around and began to play with my nipples. The man was a skilled cock sucker and my tool hardened quickly. The man behind me continued to grind his cock into my ass and I could feel it getting stiff. The man kneeling and sucking my uncle stood and said, “let go to our room.” My uncle stood and we all filed out of the video room and into the hall. We walked down the hall to the room that the three had rented. Opening the door the tv was playing porn. All five entered and the door shut. I looked over to the table and two large jars of elbo grease were open. I reached in and took some grease and began to message my cock. The blonde man had a huge cock which he lathered up with elbo grease. He pressed me towards the bed. I lodged up next to the bed and bent over. Another guy grabbed his phone and began to make content as the dirty blonde rubbed his cock up and down my crack and began to slowly enter my hole. Uncle move behind the dark haired dude who was across from me and slapped his cock against his crack. Dropping a load of spit on his cock, unc began to work his massive tool into the hole of the dude across from me. He reached over to me, took me head, and began to force his tongue into my mouth. With a cock in my hole and a 30 something tongue in my mouth, getting spir roasted, I was getting started. I looked over to my uncle and he nodded as he began to work the man’s hole. With the dirly blonde thrusting in and out of my hole, I watched as the dude my uncle was fucking flipped onto his back. Watching with delight, I gazed at his defined chest and followed his treasure trail down his cock and crack which was in the process of being destroyed by my uncle. He had his ankles firmly in his hands, his ass lifted slightly off the mattress, and was thrusting into his hole. My uncle’s cock and balls slapping against his ass caused my cock to stiffen. I looked across at the man’s crotch and noticed a scorpion below his navel. Liking what I saw, and actively worked to become a power bottom. Watching my uncle destroy the dudes ass, feeling the cock thrusting in and out of my hole, seeing the scorpion tattoo. Looking over at the dude filming our content. I knew the night was just beginning. I was not going to cum, not allow the dude in me to cum. We were going to be flipping and making great content. The dude across from me was moaning and I watched as my uncle’s massive cock pulled out of his hole, my uncle walked across the room and opened the door so other’s could watch or join in the fuckfest. Strutting back toward his waiting hole, he returning to the pounding as other began to watch from the doorway. The dude with the phone was focusing on my teen hole getting reamed and my uncle skillfully destroying the hole of the dude across from me. Fixing my eyes on the scorpion above the crotch of the dude my uncle was fucking, I began to take in the smell of the poppers and sweat in the room, and listen to the beat of the music playing in the backround. As people gathered at the door I noticed the dude with the biohazard tatt. His cock was erect and ready for action. He looked at my uncle, who then pulled out of the hole the dude across from me, and walked over and began to work the dudes hole. The biohazard tatt working the scorpion hole made my teen muscle cock want to cum. Not ready to I stood erect and the dude pulled out of my hole. I moved to the head of the bead and watched my uncle fuck the shit out of the scorpion tattooed dude. Another guy, probably in his later 30s, walked into the room, laid on his back, and began to get fucked by the biotat dude. I moved in and shoved my cock down the throat of the dude getting fucked. The biotat dude reached over and began to tweak my nipples. Obviously he was into teen jock meat. I looked over and my uncle nodded his head in agreement. It felt good to have a 30 something playing with my chest as I fucked the dudes throat, and my uncle watching in agreement. His nephew had cum into his own. Out seed was being planted as content was being made. The generational fuck studs where having their desires met. No boundary too far.

So… remember this story? 😅 Turns out real life decided to become the main plot for a while, but I’m back—and so is this. Thanks for hanging in there if you did. And if you’re just joining again, perfect timing. Here’s the next chapter! Part 18: Hippocratic Oath Versus Primal Urge: A Doctor's Surrender The sterile, clinical environment of the STD clinic greets you with its familiar antiseptic smell and fluorescent lights, creating a sense of unease that settles in the pit of your stomach. You approach the receptionist, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. "I need to see this young doctor here – forgot his name... It's urgent," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. The receptionist looks up from her desk, her expression a question mark, rattling off a few of the doctors‘ names. Before she can finish, the young doctor himself appears, walking down the hallway. You recognize him immediately, and your heart skips a beat. "Him," you say, pointing. "I need to see him." The receptionist follows your gaze and nods. "That's Dr. Sebastian Meyer. He's with a patient right now. Please have a seat in the waiting room. He will call you in." You nod and make your way to the waiting room, your mind racing with memories of your last encounters. The first time, he fucked you in his office, but denied you his toxic load. The second time, he found you in the bathroom, your ass still dripping with cum from another encounter, and he finished what he started, marking you as his. Each memory sends a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through your veins. A few minutes later, you are called into his office. Dr. Meyer greets you, his professional demeanor masking the intensity you know lies beneath. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the recognition in his gaze. He knows why you are here, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. "Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. He settles into his own, the fabric stretching slightly across his chest as he leans forward, his hands clasped on the polished wood. "So," he begins, his voice a carefully measured baritone, "what brings you in today?" "An HIV test," you say, your voice steady, betraying none of the frantic energy thrumming beneath your skin. „Any reason you expect your test could show a different result from last time?“ he asks, his gaze sharp and clinical, though you know it is anything but. He is trying to maintain control, to keep this in the realm of doctor and patient, but you can see the memory of your last encounter flickering behind his eyes. You lean back in your chair, a slow grin spreading across your face. "At least a hundred," you say, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Starting with the toxic load you shot up my ass last time I was here…" The air in the room crackles. A muscle in his jaw tightens, almost imperceptibly. He looks away for a fraction of a second, a telltale sign of the man behind the mask struggling to maintain his composure. He clears his throat, the sound a little too loud in the quiet office. "Alright," he says, his voice a shade rougher than before. He stands and moves to the supply cabinet, retrieving the test kit. His movements are efficient, practiced, but as he turns his back to you, you know he is taking a moment to breathe, to force the memory of your submission, of his own raw, primal release, back into the box labeled 'unprofessional.' He returns, his face once again a mask of clinical detachment. He takes your hand, his fingers cool and firm, but you feel the slightest tremor in them as he draws the blood sample he needs. He places it carefully on the test strip, then sets a timer on his desk. "We'll do a rapid test for some immediate peace of mind, and I'll send this other sample to the lab for the full serology." "Wait outside for the results," he instructs, his voice cool and measured, but there is an underlying tension that betrays his true feelings. He is a doctor trying to do his job, but he is also a man who has spent the last few weeks replaying the memory of breeding you, a man whose cock has hardened at the mere thought of you walking back into his office. And now, here you are. You make your way back to the waiting room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You sit, trying to appear calm, but your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. As you wait, you find yourself checking out the other patients, the tension in the room palpable. One young guy, in particular, catches your eye. He is lean and muscular, with a cocky smirk that promises trouble. He couldn't be much older than twenty, maybe twenty-two at most, a student or an apprentice, his body still tight and unmarked by the world. He is everything you aren't: young, carefree, and probably still thinks he is invincible. The thought sends a dark, possessive thrill through you. You could be his father. The idea is so wrong, so perfectly depraved, that your own cock begins to stir in response. His gaze is a physical thing, a slow, deliberate slide down from your face to your crotch, where it lingers, hot and heavy. You watch, mesmerized, as his own hand moves to his thigh, his fingers slowly tracing the thick outline of his semi-hard cock snaking down his pant leg. He gives it a firm, possessive stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. It isn't just a look; it's a promise, a filthy invitation spoken without a single word. He is showing you what he has, what he wants to do with it, and he is making it clear that he wants to do it with you. His eyes flick back up to meet yours, a challenge and a question in their depths. He licks his lips slowly, a deliberate, wet gesture, and then, with a confident swagger, he stands up and walks directly past you towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of pure, unadulterated intent in his wake. You can feel the heat radiating from his body as he passes, a silent, electric current that arcs between you, pulling you in. You know, with a certainty that settles deep in your gut, that you will follow him. You have no choice. Your heart races as you follow him, the anticipation building with each step. The bathroom is empty, the air thick with the smell of disinfectant and anticipation. He is already in the last stall, the door left slightly ajar. You push it open and step inside. He is exactly as you'd hoped. He is leaning against the wall, his jeans already undone and pushed down just enough to free his cock. It is hard and ready, a thick, angry-looking shaft jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair. He is a top, pure and simple, and he is here to fuck. For a fleeting moment, a memory flashes in your mind: another young man, another student, in this very same stall, fucking you under the divider. You wonder if this is becoming a habit, if this clinic is now your personal hunting ground for eager, young tops. He doesn't waste any time on words. He just grabs your arm, his grip firm and possessive, and spins you around. He bends you over the toilet, your hands braced against the cold, porcelain tank. You feel him move behind you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the chill of the air on your exposed skin. He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs, and then you feel the hot, spongy head of his cock pressing against your hole. He looks so innocent, so young, and for a second, a twisted sense of responsibility washes over you. You think you should protect him. "Don't you want to use a rubber?" you ask, your voice a little breathless. "Hell no!" he grunts, his voice a low growl of pure disdain for the very idea. "We're at an STD clinic..." you start, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "Correct," he says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. "Just got my diagnosis." Your heart hammers against your ribs. "Neg?" you ask, a sliver of hope cutting through your arousal. "Nope. Not anymore," he says, and the words hit you like a physical blow, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity that shoots straight to your cock. "You will be my first to breed after being diagnosed, daddy!" he groans against your ear, the words torn from him by pleasure, a perfect, filthy acknowledgment of the twisted dynamic between you. The last of your resistance crumbles. The fear is gone, replaced by a desperate, all-consuming hunger. "Breed me!" you beg, your voice a raw, desperate cry. "Breed me with your toxic load!" He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a groan, he slams into you in one brutal, satisfying stroke. The burn is immediate, but it is a welcome pain, a sign of the gift you are about to receive. He fucks you with a relentless, primal rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass, his hands gripping your hips like a vise. He is a young man, but he fucks like an animal, driven by a single, desperate need to pass on his new, permanent status. And you are more than willing to be the recipient. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and grunts, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you. He stays there for a moment, panting, then pulls out with a wet, obscene sound. Without a single word, he tucks his spent cock back into his pants, buckles his belt, and pushes past you out of the stall, leaving you dripping and used. You are just a hole to him, a means to an end, and the thought is both humiliating and intensely arousing. As you are pulling up your own jeans, the stall door creaks open. You freeze. It is Dr. Meyer. He is leaning against the doorframe, his posture trying for casual authority but failing. He is so young, his face still holding a boyish softness that his professional demeanor can't quite hide. The scene is sickeningly familiar—it is just like last time, when he found you on the floor of this very bathroom, dripping with another man's cum. His eyes, dark and intense, flick from your flushed face to the young guy's retreating back, then back to you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips, but it is the smile of a young man playing a role, a cub trying on a lion's mane. He knows exactly what he has just interrupted. "I see you've been busy," he says, his voice a low rumble he is clearly forcing to be deeper than it naturally is. "Let's go to my office." He doesn't wait for an answer, just turns and walks, expecting you to follow, a clear assertion of his dominance in this situation. Back in the sterile quiet of his office, he gestures for you to sit. You comply, your heart still racing from the encounter, the young man's load a warm, heavy presence inside you. He picks up the test strip from his desk, the one with your drop of blood on it. He looks at it, then at you. "Your test result is clear. Still negative," he says, his voice tinged with a surprise that is almost mocking. "I must admit, I'm surprised. I thought... after last time..." You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. "What do you mean?" you ask, your voice cocky, steady, teasing him, his professionalism. He leans back in his chair, trying to project a relaxed confidence, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. "I mean, after what happened between us, I thought for sure you would have converted. I guess you've been taking other… risks, haven't you?" he asks, his voice laced with a curiosity that is both professional and deeply, unnervingly personal. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. It is a smug, youthful expression. You shift in your seat, feeling the load in your ass slowly leak out, a dark thrill running through you at his clinical, detached analysis. "Unprotected sex, multiple partners... you know the drill," you reply, matching his confident tone. He is enjoying this. "Given that kind of activity, we should do a full workup. Since you're here. Drop your pants and bend over the exam table." His tone is clinical, but his eyes are anything but. This isn't a suggestion; it's a command. You comply, unbuckling your jeans and letting them fall before leaning over the cold, crinkling paper of the exam table. You feel his fingers on your ass, spreading your cheeks. The cool air hits your exposed, wet hole. You notice then that his fingers are bare, ungloved, a direct violation of protocol that sends a jolt through you. But he doesn't go straight for your hole. Instead, he begins a methodical, humiliatingly thorough examination. "Alright, let's have a proper look," he says, his voice adopting the detached tone of a doctor dictating notes. "Genitalia appear normal, no visible lesions." He reaches between your legs from behind, his hand cupping your balls, lifting and weighing them. He squeezes them, a firm, possessive pressure that makes you gasp. "Testes are heavy, full. Looks like they're not drained often enough. How often do you masturbate?" "Once, twice," you manage, your voice tight. He chuckles, a low, dismissive sound. "Only twice?“ He pauses, his grip tightening slightly. "When was the last time you blew your load into another hole?" "Last night," you grunt. "Only last night?" he asks, the sound dripping with condescension. "You're letting all this build up. No wonder you're so desperate. I have to empty mine at least three times a day just to think straight. Yours feel like they're backing up." His fingers move to your cock, which is already hard and leaking precum onto the paper. He strokes it once, slowly, from base to tip, collecting the bead of fluid on his thumb. "Well, the function of your cock does not seem to be the problem," he comments dryly. "Penis is approximately eighteen centimeters in length... 5 cm short of mine, but still, a notable girth, especially at the base. Cut. Significant vascularity." He pauses, a smirk in his voice. "Not a bad size, I suppose. For a man your age." His fingers then find your PA, the heavy steel ring a familiar weight in his grasp. He tugs on it, rolling it. "Any issues with this? Nice size. A 00-gauge tribal dream ring, if I'm not mistaken. Can cause some serious damage... ever thought about upgrading to an even larger size?" You can only moan in response, your body betraying you, loving the clinical violation. "I'm surprised you don't have a PA to match your nipple piercings. Or are you all talk?" "I'm uncut," he continues, his voice a low, arrogant boast. "I don't need jewelry to make my cock interesting. The foreskin alone provides more sensation than that little piece of metal ever could." He moved back to your ass, his thumbs spreading your cheeks again. "Anal region shows slight inflammation. Perineum is intact." He runs a finger along your perineum, then up to your slick entrance. "Now, cough for me," he commands. You do as he says, and as you cough, your hole contracts, pushing out a small glob of cum. "Hmm," he murmurs, his voice a low, interested hum. "Evidence of recent ejaculate present." He doesn't just use one finger. He presses three, then four fingers against your hole, stretching you, making you gasp. "Sphincter tone is good, but extremely receptive. How many loads have you taken today? Just the one in the bathroom, or more?" "I made a stop at the cruising grounds on my way up here.... 3-4 more from there...." you confess, the words torn from you by the intense stimulation. He chuckles, a dark, satisfied sound. With his four fingers still inside you, he uses them like a scoop, digging into your channel and pulling out a large, milky wad of cum that drips down his wrist. "Very, very receptive," he murmurs, bringing his cum-coated hand up to the light. "Look at this!" his voice a perfect imitation of clinical curiosity. He brings his fingers to his own lips, his eyes locked on yours over his shoulder. He slowly, deliberately licks the cum from his fingers, a soft, wet sound in the quiet room. "Fresh. Very fresh. I guess that's the spunk from our young student. I just told him he's poz and that he should use rubbers until the meds have his VL under control… so much for my skills as a counselor. Did he at least tell you what he was getting you into?" "Hell, yeah – he did," you shoot back, a defiant pride in your voice. "And I begged for it!" He puts his fingers, still slick with his saliva and the young man's cum, up to your mouth and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, says, "Clean it!" You obey, tasting the mingled flavors on his skin. He then grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Well, you know what? Something has changed," he says, his voice dropping to a low growl. "I used to think of you as just another patient. But seeing you like this....” He is no longer talking about your test results; he is talking about himself, about the wall of his professionalism finally crumbling under the weight of his desire. "You see this?" He grabs his stiff cock through his scrubs, his eyes never leaving yours. The gesture is aggressive, a raw display of the dominant top he is discovering himself to be. "I'm hard just thinking about it. My viral load is high right now, you know. Very potent. I'm hard just thinking about shooting that toxic load deep into your ass and finally giving you what you've been begging for." He leans in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn't the place for this conversation. But tonight... meet me at the gay bar down the street at 7. We can have a drink and talk. Properly." He releases your chin and steps back, his professional mask sliding back into place, though the fire in his eyes remains. "And maybe, just maybe, we'll come up with a solution to your problem." You leave the clinic, your mind racing with thoughts of the upcoming meeting.

Prep is liberating but get pozzed is even more liberating. No fear any more.

I woke up this morning extremely horny. I’m bi married, not on prep currently as I hadn’t been hooking yo with anyone in the past year. Also hadn’t been fucking the wife due to some medical issues she had so she prefers my tongue. I went to gym, swam, showered, douched and headed out to run some errands. After the first one there was a guy on sniffles not far from where I was. He was hosting and looking eat someone’s and suck their dick. I hadn’t blown my load in a while so I said why not. I got to his place, he was hot, clean, and hung. I dropped my shorts so he could start sucking me and started rubbing his cock. After a few he turned me around so he could eat my ass. His tongue was really working my hole for like 10 minutes then I felt him licking up my back and his cock started pushing at my hole. I hadn’t planned to bottom but it felt so good. I started to pull away a bit since he was still bare but he fingered my hole some more and then lined back up. my ass was wet and he pushed his head into me. Once that happened I moaned and tried to relax to take more of him. he continued fucking me for a few morning minutes until he tensed up and blew his load on my ass. I felt it hot in my hole and couldn’t believe I let him breed me raw unprotected. i was still horny so I rolled over sitting on his couch, his load dripping from my hole. He started sucking my cock and I blew my load down his throat. I had to run as I needed to get home. We saved eachother on sniffles and said we’ll fuck again. that was only the first load I took that day …. i went home and took a doxy and started taking my prep again. I have a feeling it won’t be the last load …

I just loaded up a hot Latino bubble butt in the same hotel as I stay. He waited for me ass up face down on his bed with open door

Lately, my guys nut’s calculated a surprising 1.69 lbs of semen, 1oz of seed or two tablespoons ejaculated no one remotely close to pulling out 6 guys taken uni dorm, 3 gentle men on business trip, 16 loads from bathhouse BB Bash, went home insatiably addicted to seed and greedily demanded 2 loads from new roomie, (second experience hes starting to find cummy holes irresistible) 27 loads, there’s 16 oz in a lb, so my guts revived pumped 1.69 lbs of cum on cumfest Friday the 13th. The drip was real. Cumfarting all day only made the restroom smell like semen, and me more horny.

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** My previous story “The Ten” in intertwined with this story. You can read that here: [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/77207-the-ten/ CHAPTER 7: “AT LAST…IT HAD TO BE HIM” Matthew Hill, MD and the nurse from his practice, Keith, who featured prominently in the airplane dream Dr. Hill had, waited by the baggage carousel for Dr’s bags. Matthew had met his handsome nurse and poz alpha predator Keith at the airport and blurted out what Keith had longed to hear – that it was Keith’s powerful strain of HIV that the young doctor wanted to get him over the line. Keith had waited a long time to hear that – ever since he fucked the young med student through the glory hole at the infamous bathhouse back in college. Oh, Keith knew who he was fucking then, and he knew who Matthew was when he went for the nursing job in his office. He took special pleasure and pride in pozzing up the ones who initially resisted…it was a personal challenge to him to break down the defenses and to get his infected seed deep up a guy’s hole and into the bloodstream where it can flourish. Turning guys poz was an indescribable and hedonistic delight, and once poz, as every member of The Ten finds out, it becomes a basic necessity to spread the gift of HIV as often as possible, to as many as possible. Keith, and all of The Ten, was part of that new community of poz brothers, impelled by sheer biological need to replicate their viral status. And spreading it was something Keith was especially good at, as evidenced by the 7 dark X’s tattoed across his furry belly. He was pozfather to at least 70 guys already but this latest endeavor with Matthew would be extra special for him. “I don’t know, “Matthew began, still waiting for the bags to arrive, and after a few moments of an uncomfortable silence, “it doesn’t make sense medically, but maybe I was waiting somehow for you to be the one.” He leaned in close to Keith who wrapped his muscular hairy arms around the young doctor and whispered to him “I know I’ve been waiting….all this time so conflicted – wanting you to go poz from one of the other guys, but at the same time, hoping against hope you’d have to come to me to make it happen. And now it will happen.” Finally, they gathered up the luggage and went out to Keith’s car parked in the airport garage, but instead of the front seats, they both headed for the back seats. Keith was going to plant the poz flag into Matthew’s ass right here and now, in the parking garage. His thick cock strained against his jeans and as Matthew undid the button-fly and released the pozzing tool, the 0g PA glistened in the faint light of the parking garage. As Matthew went to get in the back seat of the car, Keith interrupted him: “Change of plans - no, not in the car - up against that column!” pointing to a cement pillar. The young doctor did as he was told and leaned up against the pillar, dropping his trousers and exposing his round little hole for the poz predator man about to inseminate him. “Risky fucking is so much more hot, I’m gonna seed you all over town, starting here in this garage,” Keith said, as cars passed by on their way to parking spaces, the two men fucking in the corner, only partially shielded by the other vehicles. If anyone came to claim their car in the vicinity of the pair of writhing sex gods, they’d get quite an eyeful and earful, as Keith plunges his pierced toxic AIDS-gun deep inside Matthew’s hole, a deep and violent hip thrust accompanying the entry into the young doctor’s pussy. “Yeah, I got a three-day load saved up…it’s been years since I went more than a few hours without spreading my seed…ever since I pozzed up, you just need to breed and replicate. But I held off for you, Matthew” Keith exclaimed, pistoning his fat poz dick in and out of the doctor’s hole. “Getting close, whore,” he said as his breathing heightened and Matthew’s moans of pleasure and pain filled the stagnant air of the garage. Keith unloaded his massive three-day load of HIV deep up the doctor’s cunt, slamming his body against the cold concrete column. It was only after a few more minutes of grinding and thrusting that Keith withdrew the pozzing tool, dripping with lube and a few drops of toxic seed, some of which was from Solomon, the motel clerk, and Mitch Greene from Boston, which fell onto the dirty garage floor. Matthew saw this and got down and licked the drops of precious semen off the dirty, oil-stained garage floor. This surprised even a pozzing pro like Keith, who admired the young doctor’s dedication in not wasting a drop of the viral prize. As the two disentangled themselves and pulled their clothes back on, a round of applause rang out and they turned around to see 2 older guys, each around 70, wheeling luggage behind them, and obviously a long-term couple, smiling and one saying to the other: “Remember, Bill, when we were pigs like that!” and they went on their way. Getting back into the car, the two of them exited the garage, Matthew’s head resting in Keith’s lap and reaching a hand into Keith’s unzipped shorts and holding the poz penis that Matthew knew would bring him into the beautiful brotherhood of poz men seeded and pozzed by The Ten, which had chapters all over the world now. How many men the world over have been impregnated with HIV by The Ten, Matthew wondered as Keith silently drove. Few words were exchanged, but Matthew and Keith already felt the deep bond of chaser and pozzer. Keith drove on, and eventually arrived at the next pozzing spot he had planned – the old bathhouse where over 10 years’ prior, Keith first fucked and bred Matthew through a glory hole – the special glory hole that local chasers knew, and still know, is where you go for a toxic load of cum in one’s hole. And so it was in less than 15 minutes later that Keith deposited the second enormous load of toxic poz cum deep up the cunt of his employer, Dr. Matthew Joon Hill. But of course, for a alpha poz predator like Keith, 2 fucks was never gonna be enough, especially after waiting 3 days to unload, which might not be a long time for most guys, but for a poz predator breeding machine like Keith, it felt like an eternity. After a brief rest in their shared tiny compartment at the sex club, Keith led Matthew to an open area where live sex shows would occasionally be held. Propping him on the fuck bench with his hole, already laden with two HIV loads, was exposed for the gathered clientele to see. Keith made an announcement that brought all the men over to where they were. “Hi boys, I’m gonna fuck and breed my boyfriend here with a big poz load of cum. You’re free to use his mouth if you want, but his hole is for me and me alone, so we know for sure I’m the one who upgrades that ass to poz status!” With that, men formed a line at Matthew’s mouth and by the time Keith had gotten his cock into the hole for the 3rd time today and started to thrust, Matthew had already taken 3 loads of stranger cum in his mouth. The mouth assault continued as Keith neared his inevitable poz climax and with heaving thrusts and loud bellows, he loaded the young doctor up with a third unmedicated volley of poz seed, while Matthew’s mouth worked overtime to serve the row of men lined up. He took 12 loads of rando cum down his throat to match the 3 AIDS-brews Keith dumped in his hole. “Thanks, guys,! Keith called out as the last man, an elder Daddy of about 80, shuddered and shook and shot his load into the doctor’s mouth. “Show’s over,” gotta get this whore home and continue the breeding program!” Once they got back to Keith’s apartment, he threw Matthew onto the bed. “Yeah, whore, all that risky sex gets me so fucking hot,” Keith remarked, pulling down Matthew’s trousers and opening up his legs to reveal a well-worn hole, beads of sweat and cum clinging to the lightly furry opening. Keith dove his tongue deep into the cunt of his prey, now a perfect O-shaped repository for his viral, unmedicated AIDS-seed. His fat pierced cock growing to full-mast yet again, Keith plunged it up the doctor’s worn out pussy and resumed the deep, methodical unmerciful pillaging of Matthew’s insides, more HIV-laden pre-cum already flowing from Keith’s engorged cockhead into the young doctor’s negative hole, and then soon followed by yet more cumsplosions of virus deep up the doctor’s guts. Keith added a few more deep thrusting motions for good luck and as he withdrew, he replaced his dripping pozzing tool with a buttplug to keep all the beautiful HIV jizz inside the young doctor, soaking into his bloodstream. Keith felt like finally, after literally hundreds of loads from scores of toxic poz men, that his employer, the young doctor, would finally see 2 bright red lines on the home test in three weeks, and finally see an official lab confirmation a few days after that. But he was having too much fun impregnating the young doctor, once such a fierce condom and “safe-sex” advocate, and doing so in all sorts of risky places: One night they snuck into their old college dormitory, now co-ed, after being male-only when they were in school. The showers on the 4th floor was where Keith got pozzed way back over 10 years ago by Ric and/or Mateo. He remembered those days fondly, for the thrill of his chase, while not as long as Matthew’s was today, still gave him such excitement even after all these years. Once Keith did poz up, the virus was near-unstoppable inside him in the quest to be spread to as many men as Keith could. That night in the glory hole where he first bred Matthew he remembered fondly, as that was the first sex after he got over his fuck flu. His strain was especially virulent so soon after infection, and he fucked and bred 5 guys that night, the young med student Matthew being the last one. Oh, he knew who Matthew was then -- he was the one Ric and Mateo couldn’t get to, and it filled him with devilish glee that his poz cum was first up inside the young Matthew and not his makers Ric and Mateo. After the escapade back at the dorm showers, he dragged Matthew out to the track oval and in the dim light of 2am, fucked him and sent another AIDS-armada deep up Matthew’s cunt, right there in the open. Was anyone watching? Keith didn’t care. His bug demanded to be spread, where and when it wanted. And more risky encounters followed: The back of the abandoned mall, the restroom of a fancy restaurant, the aerial tram up the mountain from Palm Springs…guys coming down the mountain in the other tram got an eyeful and broke into cheers and applause as they passed the two men writhing and fucking suspended in the air. By this time, Keith had been inseminating Matthew a few times per day for several weeks. The big “retirement from pozzing” party for Eric in Lake Tahoe was coming up and Keith knew his BF (for they were BFs by now), would surely get many toxic loads there. Poz disruptors like Randy, Sir Mack, 5-shot Frankie and others were all going to be there…but he was determined to be the pozzer of Matthew and so when Dr. Matthew Hill came down with flu-like symptoms and took to bed for a few days, Keith smiled with pride at his handiwork, which they later confirmed with the home test and two bright lines! “Thank you, thank you!” was all the young doctor, laden with 102F fever and chills could say as Keith stroked his hair and fed him chicken soup. Their bond complete, Keith and Matthew went from being “Doctor and Nurse,” or ‘Employer/Employee,” to lifelong partners. So when the Tahoe weekend rolled around, Keith brought along Matthew and they pretended Matthew was still negative…they’d spring the happy news of the poz test at the end of the weekend, so Keith could claim his prize. Matthew spent the Tahoe weekend being passed around and used at will by the gang of poz toxic men. He was thrilled to take repeated loads from his friends Sir Mack and Frankie as well as the original pozfather of this group of The Ten, Eric the tattoo artist, and his patient Randy, now joined to Matthew as poz brothers carrying Keith’s potent HIV seed inside them. On the final night of rampant fucking, Keith announced to all there that the young doctor got his positive results and proudly displayed the 3 home tests they took. They handed one of them to Eric, for Matthew Hill had decided his first poz-centric tattoo would be one of the test kit with it’s 2 bright red lines, the lines being barbed-wire and pointy, a few tiny drops of blood dripping from them. All the assembled pozzers broke out in applause at Matthew’s conversion and he and Keith left Tahoe and all the way back to L.A. in the car, they hardly said anything, but their connection and bond was unmistakable. Matthew’s conversion was long – years and years, actually, with hundreds of poz-toxic loads in the process, from many men. He surmised it had actually begun by knowing Ric and Mateo all those years ago in college – the seed being planted in his mind, if not his hole. A few weeks later, a beautiful “Happy Father’s Day” card arrived in the mail for Keith, from Ric and Mateo, living their best poz life on the ranch. Circles closed and completed, with new ones forming - the poz brotherhood and Matthew continued on in his thriving medical practice serving out, proud, poz men - some on meds, some not, he understood now the pull of poz, having experienced it for himself. Naturally, Keith and now Matthew continued to poz up chasers at will, bringing more and more men into the wonderful poz brotherhood. It made him a much better doctor, and he and Keith worked side-by-side in the practice for years to come, in love and proudly POZ. THE END

On Wednesday I met a leather dom top and friend. I arrived and got practically raped as my pants were taken off and got bound to his bed over a few pillows. Tied up my balls tight. They went to town on my ass for when it seems an hour. Got a few good loads after my hole was wrecked. Still sore today

I’m a faggot!!

When I started jerking off at 11

(Based on a true story) 1993 I was at The Dixie Queen, ("DQ"), which was the sleaziest bar in my mid-sized city. I'd heard it called a 'cruise bar' and as a 'leather bar', but it was really just a place you went to when you were horny. Guys from New York or Chicago would laugh at how tame it was, but I found the place thrilling, and as it was located midway between work and my house, I went there quite frequently. The men who frequented DQ were definitely not pretty, and also didn't dress like models. In fact, most of them seemed a little dirty -- which was fine by me. Anyway -- I was sitting at a table next to my friend Brad with whom I sometimes went home. He was a giant guy who worked as a bouncer at DQ some nights. I had a feeling our friendship would soon come to an end as I know he wanted us to be actual boyfriends and I just knew it was not meant to be. Our nights together usually consisted of Brad cooing I was his boy as I sucked him off. He told me more than once that I was the only person who had ever deep-throated him completely. It's not like I was an expert or anything -- I was just so turned-on by his 6'6" frame and impressive dick and the safe opportunity to swallow his cum. The problem was I didn't want to let him fuck me. I also wondered how in the world I would ever take him home to meet my parents or my friends or my co-workers. Brad was just so big and sorta odd-looking. So we were sharing a pitcher of beer, and he was massaging my leg. Out of the blue he asked "Will you marry me?" I was a little buzzed and mentally went through all the possible responses I had in my brain, but instead of a carefully reply, I simply blurted "Yes." To celebrate, Brad bought shots for the two of us, the bartender and for a few people nearby. I swallowed the drink with a guilty conscience, knowing there was no way we would ever be a couple. Or could we? I loved his big body and his size 16 feet. I loved the taste of his cum which was always a little bitter thanks to all the coffee he drank and the cigarettes he smoked. I was also fond of the piss fetish we both seemed to be developing. A few times he'd unzip his fly and put a few squirts of urine into my drink. And one night, he pissed all over my discarded clothes on the floor so I couldn't leave and would have to spend the night with him. I should maybe really commit to Brad, shouldn't I? No. It would never work....and I knew that in my soul. The place started filling up fast. It was, after all, Friday night. Quite soon we were surrounded by rowdy dudes who had made the rounds of the local bars, and the ambient noise level prohibited conversation with even the person seated next to one - for which I suppose I was grateful, if only because serious conversations simply couldn't be undertaken. At this point I really needed to take a piss, to I mouthed 'bathroom' to Brad and disappeared into the throng. Good God, it was crowded. I managed my way through to the restroom and of course there was a line. By the time I was done there was huge throng of guys blocking me from my seat next to Brad. I stood still and looked around. I was near the bar so I made my way there to order a beer. Luckily the bartender knew me pretty well and went out of his way to serve me in this mess. (It pays to tip well.) I stood there and sipped contentedly, knowing I was already past my limit. Then some young guy touched my back and asked "Hi, having a good time?" "Yeah" I lied. "You look sad." "A few minutes ago I received a marriage proposal." After he looked me up and down he asked "By how many guys?" I smiled. He was probably around my age or maybe a year younger. While he was thin and wore glasses, I wouldn't label him a 'nerd'. "I'm Bobby and I want you to come join our party downstairs. I insist." "Well, okay." I never went to the basement of this place. I like nasty thugs as much as the next guy, but he men who went down there were always old and into bondage and role-play and shit I that didn't interest me. In addition, the basement smelled like a gerbil cage. Oh, and the staircase was so steep I was somewhat concerned I'd stumble and fall, making an ass of myself. But on this occasion, notwithstanding the amount I'd had to drink, I made it down the staircase without mishap and followed Bobby to a large table at which several guys were seated, and who were sharing three pitchers of beer. Bobby introduced me saying "This is ---- oh fuck, what's your name?" "Hi, I'm Curt." We all exchanged nods and greetings. I looked at all of them. Not a dud in the bunch. I was particularly attracted to one Latin guy who was bearded and and a bit chubby. He had the widest shoulders I'd ever seen on a guy his size. "Curt just got engaged!" "No, no," I corrected "I got proposed to." "Well, whatever. Come have a drink with us." Bobby sat me down in the only empty chair which was right next to the Latin I'd been subtly ogling. Bobby remained standing and would disappear every so often to deliver shots to us all. I must have been pretty drunk because I picked up one of the pitchers and drank from the rim of it. Looks were exchanged around the table, but I didn't care too much. Bobby stood behind me and rubbed my shoulders. "Don't get too wasted, Curt. We're all going to the hot tub now!" I took one more swig from the nearest pitcher and said, "Let's go!" I only briefly thought of Brad as we made our way out into the night air. Turns out we were going to a condo which was a short walk from the front door. I don't remember too much about the trip. The next thing I knew, we were all stripping naked around a giant hot tub -- or a jacuzzi. What was the difference? The bubbling, blue water looked so inviting. I was the first in, and the others plopped down around me. It was so nice that I was afraid Id go to sleep and drown. Somebody (probably Bobby) pushed a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a whiff. It made me dizzy, but less sleepy. I looked around and saw all the bare chests. This was heaven. Then I noticed some bare cock heads popping up from the water like periscopes. And some toes. Heaven indeed. I felt the urge to go under water...and to float in this nirvana. I did. It felt like a dream. "Whoa. Let's get him out," somebody said. Several wet hands lifted me onto a wide wooden bench covered with white towels. I could still hear the bubbles. The a giant body covered me with hairy warmth. It was the big Latin guy on whom I had a crush. I might be reluctant to marry Brad, but I'd definitely marry the Latin who, at this moment, first addressed me saying, somewhat cryptically,, "This ain't going to be easy." I didn't know what he meant because I was busy kneading his big ass cheeks and enjoying the sensation of his controlling weight on my body. And then he prodded his big cock head into me. I yelled, but one of the other dudes clamped a towel over my mouth while somebody else secured my shoulders, preventing me from squirming away from the Latin who continued pumping my ass. Not once did it felt good. I tried to remember how hot I thought he was earlier, but it didn't matter now. Funny how that works? And it was only a minute later that he finished up with a loud grunt. Bobby whispered into my ear: "He's the biggest, so the rest won't hurt as much." The rest? After that every dude fucked me on that bench. And, as far as I could tell, not one used a condom, nor was even one of the encounters even slightly pleasurable. An then Bobby was in me. I remember thinking he looked much cuter without his glasses, and in any event, he kissed me passionately, and fucked me as vigorously as the rest of the guys, but unlike the other guys, I actually enjoyed being fucked by Bobby. Looking back I think his cock was ramming my prostate on each down stroke - which, of course made all the difference, and taught me why many guys crave being fucked. Afterward Bobby blew and we caught our breath, he helped me to my feet and we all dressed - in an awkward silence. I couldn't help but notice my legs were smeared with blood and cum. Bobby walked me out. "You've got several HIV loads inside your ass, including mine. We all do this to a different young guy every weekend, but I need you to know that you are very sweet and cute. If I didn't have a lover, I'd ask you out." "Which one is your lover?" "He was the second guy to fuck you. Let me drive you home, okay? You are out of it and still bleeding," he remarked, gesturing at my feet. A little trail of bright red droplets glistened in the deck lighting. Bobby dropped me off at my place, he promised to help me come get my car over the weekend. "By the way, I'm sorry your engagement didn't work out."

That's right - they're in several of @chi4loads stories (many thanks!!), including here: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/71582-rics-freshman-year/ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/75558-rics-2nd-year-at-university/

PART THREE: Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II The three-block walk to Felix’s apartment was a delicious tease for Felix. And a slow burn for the three guys that were following behind him. “You should walk in front of us,” Logan ordered as they left the park. His voice a low, playful rumble as he and his two boys, Tiago and Dreddy, catcalled Felix. Felix laughed, a light and airy sound, and did exactly as he was told. “Yeah. We gotta plan what we’re about to do to that ass,” Tiago added, sun glinting off his aviator sunglasses. Dreddy let out a long, appreciative whistle. “Damn! Wherever this fine ass boy is going, lead the way!” Maybe it was the knowledge that his ass was still slick with precum, or the weight of three pairs of predatory eyes on him, but Felix felt his skin begin to glow, radiating a filthy energy that he hoped anyone passing by could sense. He was careful not to strut too much, not to roll his hips with exaggerated flair, but he was absolutely putting on a show for the boys. “Bro, this kid’s head game…” Dreddy shook his head. Tiago groaned, “So good.” Logan had taken off his shirt and draped it over his shoulder. He sighed, “Well yeah, it’s good but is it fuckin’ good?” Felix kept walking but turned around and shot a playfully dirty look to Logan. “Okay.” Felix held back his smile, “I gotchu. But when you got no choice but to gimme that nut…” The boys yelped and laughed. “Keep it up. Smart mouths don’t get fed.” Logan taunted. Felix shot a half look over his shoulder, pouting his lip. Tiago nudged Logan and whispered, “We about to tear this bitch up right?” “And make sure the little faggot doesn’t forget.” Logan answered. People stared curiously at all of them as they walked by. The man sweeping the sidewalk did because of the dirty things he thought he heard. Some, like the woman waiting to cross the street at the corner with them, was more cautious of three dudes who looked like they had nothing better to do than bad. Felix slid the key into the lock, then paused, his other hand resting on the door knob. He looked over his shoulder, a little smile on his lips. “I am about to let three strange dudes into my apartment. Is that a good idea?” Logan leaned in, his breath hot against Felix’s ear. “It’s that or we just force ourselves in.” Felix pushed his ass back, grinding it against the hard length in Logan’s pants, and playfully quipped, “Oh no, help me.” He pushed the door open, and they all spilled into the darkness. His studio apartment was already in “party mode,” the curtains drawn tight, allowing the purple and pink LED strips he’d rigged around the king-sized bed to take full control of the shadows. The air smelled faintly of incense. "Welcome to the party," he breathed, kicking off his shoes. Logan whistled low, his eyes adjusting to the colored light. "Hope you don’t have thin walls, cause what we got in mind…" Dreddy crashed onto the couch, spreading his arms wide across the back. "Fuck yeah. Lemme connect to your speaker…." Felix sauntered to his kitchen counter where his little black box was waiting. He pulled out the bottle of G, a can of soda, and four shot glasses. "Who's ready to really get this party started?" Tiago was already beside him, his arm sliding around Felix’s waist slowly and firmly pulled him close. "Papi, you read my fucking mind." Felix measured out the doses, each of the boys calling out their preference. He measured each one carefully, then added a little bit more to each. “Just in case,” he whispered to himself. They all knocked them back, the liquid burning a sweet path down their throats. Felix took out his bong, and Dreddy packed the bowl with crystal. They started passing it around. “I’m gonna rinse off really quick,” Felix announced, his lips already forming a seal around the mouthpiece of the bong. Logan held the torch flame, his eyes fixed on Felix with a wild, excited glint. “Keep going…” he urged, his voice a low growl. Felix slowed his inhale just a bit, savoring the rush. “A little more…” Logan bit his lip, his hand disappearing into his pants to adjust his growing cock. He gave a sharp nod to Felix. The exhale was a masterpiece. Felix drew it out, his mouth forming a perfect “O” as he blew a thick, white dragon of smoke that snaked through the air. The boys cheered, their voices rough with admiration and arousal. Impressed, and more than a little turned on, they quickly started shedding their clothes, their bodies emerging as masculine silhouettes. Felix glanced back at them in admiration. Wow, he thought, I am one lucky little bitch. Logan put porn on the TV, finding a gangbang video. “Dude this dope I got is fire, right?” Tiago said between two rapid hits. Dreddy reached into the leg of his shorts, giving his cock long slow strokes. “Is that’s whats gettin’ me brick right now or is it that hot little piece of ass?” Logan cut a line of Tina and snorted it with a dollar bill. The immediate sting behind his eye took his focus for a few seconds. Tiago and Dreddy stared at him, mouths open. “Why?... but that fuckin’ hurts” they both stammered. Logan shook his head out and shrugged, “it ain’t no thing.” Then he gestured towards the bathroom, “it’s that piece of ass. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.” His friends looked at him again, surprised. They exchanged a look of confusion and both silently agreed to not ask any questions. The three of them took their cocks out and started jerking off. They were silent as they watched the porn. Then Logan said, “We’re gonna breed that pussy, you know….” The boys grunted in agreement. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the timer on Felix’s phone chimed. He was out of the shower, his skin still damp and flushed. Knowing they would demand he take them off or simply rip them away, Felix slipped on a pair of small, tight blue shorts that left nothing to the imagination before walking back into the main room. A nice, warm swirl was peaking in all of them from the G. The world got softer, the air felt warmer, and the only thing that seemed to matter was Felix and the three pairs of eyes devouring him. Dreddy had put on some music, something with a deep, hypnotic bass that vibrated through the floor. Combined with the liquid, hot feeling the G gave him, Felix was unaware that he was slowly grooving to the beat. His eyes were half-closed, lost in the music and the intoxicating feeling of being watched. Logan had his hands in his boxers, stroking his cock, the head of which you could partially see through the slit. He had to remind himself that this was actually happening. The beautiful little faggot from high school, the one he’d fantasized about for years, could do all this. All this for him. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. “Dance for us.” Felix’s movements became more exaggerated, his eyes still closed, simply obeying Logan’s command. He ran his hands up his own thighs, over the curve of his ass, up his stomach, and through to his neck. His skin was on fire. He could see them in his mind’s eye, a wall of masculine energy on the couch: Logan in the middle, Tiago to his right, Dreddy to his left. They were all leaning forward, their eyes dark and hungry. "Damn, Felix," Logan's voice was a low rumble. "Look at you." Felix loved touching himself, his hands roaming his own body, pinching his nipples until they pebbled, stroking his own hard dick through the thin fabric of the shorts. A slow, dirty smile spread across Felix’s face. He turned his back to them and bent over, his hands on his knees, snaking his lower back through one delicious arch after another. He ran his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts, pulling them out in a tantalizing invitation but not pulling them down. "Take 'em off," Tiago demanded, his voice thick with lust. He was rubbing himself slow and rough. Felix just shook his head, a teasing grin on his face. He danced closer, right in front of the couch, his hips rolling in a figure-eight that was pure sin. He could smell them—their distinct colognes, the faint, sharp scent of their sweat, each one different and intoxicating, getting him impossibly hard. Dreddy leaned forward, his hand shooting out like a viper to grab Felix’s wrist. He pulled him closer, throwing him off-balance so he fell against his legs. "He said take 'em the fuck off," he growled, but a wicked grin was plastered on his face. Felix laughed, a breathy, high-pitched sound. He let Dreddy pull him down, straddling his lap. The G had him floating, and the hard muscle of Dreddy’s thighs under him felt like a perfect anchor. He ground his ass down, feeling Dreddy's already-hard cock pressing insistently against him. "You want this?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Dreddy's ear. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy breathed, his hands gripping Felix’s ass hard enough to leave bruises. Felix started to push his shorts down, but then he felt hands, strong and impatient, ripping them from his body. The fabric tore with a satisfying sound, followed by two hard smacks on his ass that made him yell out as a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip of his dick. “The little bitch likes it!” Dreddy grunted. “Creaming all over me right now.” Then, as if Felix weighed nothing, he sat up, grabbed Felix, and pushed him to the ground. Felix eagerly was on his knees, immediately leaning forward to lick the trail of his own precum off Dreddy’s chiseled abs. Then Dreddy bent down, his face close to Felix’s, and kissed him, hard and possessive. “Now suck our dicks, faggot.” The guys stood up, forming a circle around him as Felix’s hands immediately found their cocks. He started stroking them, slow and firm, feeling their weight and heat in his palms. Logan’s was thick and proud, Tiago’s long and uncut, and Dreddy’s was a fucking monster that made Felix’s hole clench in memory and anticipation. He started to suck each dick, making sure to take the time to worship each one. His hand or his mouth was on a cock at all times. Soon, their cocks glistened with a thick layer of his spit, and Felix slid into a ferocious hunger that had all three guys moaning in unison. “Look at me and open your mouth, faggot,” Logan ordered. Felix tilted his head back, his mouth falling open. Logan spit down, a direct hit into Felix’s waiting mouth, which immediately swallowed his cock, taking it deep into his throat. “Nasty little bitch,” Tiago breathed, his own spit landing on Felix’s cheek. Felix didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he used the head of Tiago’s dick to drag the slick trail to his hungry lips. "You gonna dance on these dicks now?" Logan asked, just as his head rolled back, moans escaping his lips. Felix looked up at the three guys, mouth open. They each started smacking their dicks on his offered up tongue. "I'm gonna dance on all of them." "Get over here," Logan commanded, pointing at the space between him and Tiago on the couch. Felix crawled slowly, his head felt light, almost like a weightless feeling. Then suddenly their bodies closed in, he was excited by the heat that was radiating off them both. Logan’s hands were on him first, rough and possessive, pulling his face up to his. He looked at him with black piercing eyes and spit. It was a claim to Felix. Logan’s cock, thick and heavy, pressed against Felix’s thigh, and for some reason he thought of victory, like every high school fantasy he’d ever had and was now claiming for real this time. Then Tiago was on his other side, he kissed him in a playful way, but his hands were just as demanding. He nipped at Felix’s neck, his long, uncut cock sliding against Felix’s thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. Tiago inhaled Felix’s skin and then kissed it, inhaled and kissed, a ritual he performed over and over. He was mumbling something but they were all at that part of the high where sound was changed. Felix found their cocks with his hands, stroking both of them in time. Moans escaped his lips. “Listen to this little bitch moan.” Logan licked his spit off of Felix’s face and put it on his tongue. Not quite kissing him though, and that drove Felix wild. “Squeeze that cock harder. Jerk them faster.” Tiago forced a hit of the bong on Felix and the boys all took one too. After Dreddy put the bong down, he moved with a quiet intensity, kneeling behind the couch. Felix felt his presence before he saw him, a shadow that blotted out the colored lights. Then Dreddy’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him back and up until he was kneeling on the cushions, his ass presented to the room. "Time to dance for real." Dreddy’s voice was a deep rumble that vibrated right through Felix’s spine. Felix felt the blunt, wet head of Dreddy’s cock press against his hole. The pressure was immense, a slow, burning stretch that made Felix’s eyes roll back in his head. As Dreddy pushed in, inch by devastating inch, Felix whined but kept his breath steady. He felt his hole forcing itself to open wider and he let out a deep, guttural moan he didn’t recognize as his own. The guys reacted in pleasure. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy grunted, finally burying himself to the hilt. He held there for a moment, letting Felix adjust, his hands gripping Felix’s hips so hard they felt like they might fuse together. Then he started to move. “Damn! You’re so deep…. Fuck!” Felix said, breathlessly. Each thrust was a seismic event. Felix was pushed forward, his face crashing into Tiago’s lap. Tiago chuckled, grabbing his hair and guiding his mouth onto his cock. "That's it, take it while he fucks you." Felix opened up, his throat relaxing as Tiago slid in, the two cocks filling him from both ends, creating a dizzying, overwhelming pressure that was pure ecstasy. Felix let his saliva drip part ways down the uncut cock in his mouth and then shoved his throat onto it, faster and faster. Logan watched, his eyes dark and hooded, stroking himself. He reached out, twisting Felix’s nipples, pinching them just on the side of pain. "You look so fucking good like this," he growled. "Stuffed full of dick." Felix was lost in a haze of sensation. The second dose of G they did was making everything feel like it was happening in slow motion and fast-forward at the same time. He could feel every vein on Dreddy’s cock as it dragged against his walls, every pulse of Tiago’s dick on his tongue. The room was a symphony of grunts, the wet slap of skin, and the hypnotic bassline. Dreddy pulled out suddenly, leaving Felix feeling empty and gaping. "My turn," Logan said, his voice tight with need. He flipped Felix over onto his back, pulling him to the edge of the couch. He stopped and stared into Felix’s eyes. “Please… please fuck me Logan,” Felix begged. Logan entered him in one smooth, powerful thrust that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. It wasn't the brute-force entry of Dreddy; this was a calculated invasion. Logan’s cock was a perfect, thick instrument of precision, and he knew exactly how to use it. There was an anger in his movements, a sharp, vengeful rhythm that was worlds away from Dreddy’s raw power. He was a jackhammer, a relentless force determined to fuck the memory of high school right out of both of them. With every calculated stroke, the blunt head of his dick slammed directly into that spot deep inside Felix, the one that made his vision blur and his toes curl. It wasn't just fucking; it was a punishment and a reward all at once. Felix wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, his heels digging into the hard muscle of Logan’s ass, pulling him in, demanding more. He met his gaze, and in Logan’s dark, hooded eyes, he saw it all: years of pent-up desire, of locker-room fantasies, of watching him from afar and wanting to own him. It was the most intoxicating thing he had ever felt. “This little faggot hole was right there,” Logan growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against Felix’s ear. His hips never stopped their brutal pace. “All those years… all those times… the hallway… that tight little ass in those jeans… I wanted to do this. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you stupid. You stupid little faggot.” He punctuated his words with a particularly vicious thrust that made Felix cry out. “Did you think about me, faggot? Did you ever lay in your bed at night and touch yourself thinking about my cock? Or were you too busy being a stuck-up little tease?” Logan’s hand shot out, wrapping around Felix’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, not hard enough to cut off air, but the threat was there, a possessive brand. “Look at you now,” he snarled, his eyes burning as he stared down into Felix’s face. “Look at you taking my dick.” His voice soft, Felix said, “I always get what I want.” Then his voice caught in his throat against the hard thrusts Logan began doing. Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against Felix’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. Every time you try to fuck someone else, you’re gonna be thinking about this. You’re gonna be thinking about me and my boys owning this hole.” Felix could only moan, his body a vessel for Logan’s rage and lust. The G was amplifying everything, turning the sharp, deep strokes into waves of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. He felt used, degraded, and utterly worshipped. Tell me you’re mine,” Logan demanded, his grip on Felix’s throat tightening just enough to make his pulse pound. “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” “Yours,” Felix gasped, his voice broken. “It’s yours.” Logan’s lips curled into a cruel, triumphant smile. “Damn right it is.” He slammed into Felix, a punishing thrust that seemed to hit the very center of his being, and held himself there, his cock throbbing. Felix could feel Logan go still, and so he went still. Holding their breath, it was quick, but Felix knew Logan had almost shot his load. Logan was still buried deep inside him, a thick, possessive weight, when Tiago appeared beside him. He didn’t say a word at first, just knelt, his long, uncut cock already hard and glistening. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Felix’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. That’s when Tiago moved to kneel by Felix’s head, feeding his cock back into his mouth. Felix reached up, grabbing his ass, pulling him down, wanting to choke on him, wanting to be used. Tiago’s rhythm was faster now, his hips snapping, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I got my first load for this little spun slut. Get him all nice and high," he warned, his voice strained. Felix just moaned around his length, urging him on. The Tina was making him feel numb and open, allowing Tiago to fuck his face with a new, desperate intensity. Tiago cried out, his body going rigid as he came, flooding Felix’s mouth, hot and salty. Felix swallowed it all, his throat working, his eyes locked on Tiago’s face as it contorted in pleasure. Dreddy, who had been stroking himself the whole time, his eyes burning, stepped forward. He was still impossibly hard. He pulled Felix up from the couch, his strength effortless. "You're not done," he stated. He carried Felix to the bed, the purple and pink lights washing over them. He laid Felix down and crawled on top of him, his massive body covering Felix’s completely. He nudged Logan’s leg. “Move over, man. Let’s really open him up.” Logan, intrigued, shifted to the side, keeping one hand possessively on Felix’s ass. Tiago positioned himself between Felix’s legs, which were still draped over Logan’s lap. He leaned down, not to kiss Felix, but to inspect his handiwork. Felix’s hole was a mess—red, swollen, and leaking a steady stream of precum. “Fuck, look at that pussy,” Tiago breathed, his voice thick with awe. “All used up and begging for more.” He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Felix’s gaping hole. He didn’t use his fingers. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his face against Felix’s ass, his tongue delving deep, lapping at the cum-slick entrance. He ate Felix out, all filthy, sucking and tongue-fucking him, cleaning out cream and mixing it with his own spit.Dreddy and Logan went in for some tastes too. Felix whimpered, his body arching off the bed. The overstimulation was agonizing, but it was also sparking a new fire deep in his gut. He could feel each of their tongues probing him, feel him sucking the cum right out of his ass, and it was the dirtiest, most intimate thing he had ever experienced. Tiago came up for air, his chin shiny with spit and cum. He looked at Logan, a wicked grin on his face. “He’s clean. For now.” He reached for the little pouch again, pulling out a small, crystalline rock. Instead of a shard, he crushed it between his fingers over a small mirror, creating a fine, glittering powder. He looked at Logan, then at Dreddy, who had moved closer to watch. “Let’s get this little faggot spun for real,” Tiago announced. He dipped the head of his hard cock into the powder, coating it in a layer of the crystalline dust. He positioned himself at Felix’s entrance, the Tina-coated head pressing against the swollen, sensitive flesh. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank inside. Felix cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound. It wasn’t a rush; it was a slow, searing burn as the Tina dissolved against his raw inner walls. The fire spread through him, an intense, prickling heat that made his vision sharpen and his nerve endings scream. Every ridge and vein of Tiago’s cock felt like it was carving new pathways of pleasure inside him. “Fuck yeah, you feel that, papi?” Tiago groaned, starting a slow, grinding rhythm, making sure to fuck the chemicals deep into Felix’s system. “That’s the good shit right in your guts.” He pulled out, his cock now slick with spit and the dissolved drug. Dreddy was immediately there, taking his place. He’d already coated his own monstrous cock with more of the crushed Tina. He pushed in, and Felix felt another wave of the searing heat, a fresh layer of chemical fire being layered on top of the first. Dreddy’s size made the sensation overwhelming, a brutal stretch combined with the agonizing pleasure of the drug. “Gonna turn this pussy out,” Dreddy grunted, his strokes long and deep, ensuring every inch of him was coated in the powder and forced into Felix’s hole. Logan watched, his own cock hardening again. He wanted in on this. As Dreddy pulled back, Logan took his turn. He dipped his thick head into the powder, not caring that it was mixed with spit and precum on the mirror. He knelt and drove himself into Felix with one powerful thrust. The burn was immediate and intense, a familiar sting behind his eyes as some of the dust kicked up, but he ignored it, focusing on the way Felix’s body convulsed beneath him. “Look at me,” Logan commanded, his voice a low growl. He started to fuck Felix with a hard, punishing rhythm. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, faggot?” Felix could only moan, a constant, broken sound. He was lost in a chem-fueled haze and his world had narrowed to the feeling of cocks entering him, each one bringing a new wave of fire, a new level of intensity. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin slick with sweat, his mind completely wiped blank by the relentless assault. They passed him back and forth like a toy, each taking their turn to coat their dicks in the powder and fuck it into him. Felix’s whimpers turned into guttural sobs of overwhelming ecstasy, his body trembling uncontrollably as they continued to use him, one after the other, again and again. Felix couldn’t remember how but now he was standing at the edge of the bed. Dreddy kissed Felix, a deep, consuming kiss that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. He entered him again, and this time, Felix was ready for him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Dreddy, holding on as the man began to fuck him with a slow, grinding rhythm that was somehow more intense than the pounding from before. Dreddy was fucking the high, the fear, the everything out of him, replacing it with pure sensation. Tiago came up behind him and Logan on the side. They thought the fact Felix was small enough to be picked up and fucked could have been enough, but the fact that he had no choice but to be fucked did it. “Take that big black dick, bitch,” Dreddy taunted. “Yes. Yes I want it,” Felix yelled. Dreddy and Logan exchanged a glance that then involved Tiago, who said, “Awe yes, papi’s. It’s time to split this bitch open.” Dreddy’s cock pushed deep inside Felix and held there, a hot, thick anchor. Felix’s eyes rolled back, a low, guttural “Fuck!” vibrating in his chest. He was so full, stretched to his absolute limit, and the G was turning the pressure into a dizzying, kaleidoscopic pleasure. Logan’s hand shot out, his fingers digging into Felix’s chin, forcing his head up and his eyes open. “Hey, listen. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, got it?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the haze. “Mhm,” Felix whimpered, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Logan’s face. “I don’t care if you hear something, feel something, you do not take your eyes off me,” Logan commanded, punctuating his order with a sharp, stinging slap across Felix’s cheek. The impact was a spark of electricity that jolted straight to his dick. Felix moaned, a mix of pain and bliss. “Yes…” Logan slapped him again, harder this time, leaving a warm print on his skin. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir,” Felix corrected, his voice trembling. “That’s a good faggot,” Logan purred, his face so close their noses almost touched. “My little faggot.” “Yes,” Felix whispered like it was a prayer. Little waves of pleasure pushed through his body as Dreddy’s cock slowly, torturously, slid out until just the head remained inside. His eyes rolled back again, lost in the sensation as he plucked it free from his hole’s grip. “Aye! What did I fuckin’ say?” Logan’s voice boomed, snapping Felix back to attention with the force of a physical blow. He locked eyes with Logan just as he felt it. A sharp, burn as Tiago’s cock, slick with Tina, pressed against his already-stretched rim. “Ah! Oh, fuck!” Felix cried out. He knew that searing, booty-bump burn, the way it announced a new level of dark. His hole, already forced open by Dreddy, now had to accommodate another. Tiago pushed, and the burn gave way to an impossible, agonizing stretch. Felix felt his dick pulse, and a thick shot of precum erupted from his slit. “I know. I know,” Logan soothed, his thumb stroking Felix’s cheek. “But I need you to get higher, because only my spun sluts get two dicks inside of them.” Felix’s eyes widened as, only after a couple of thrusts, Tiago sprinkled more Tina on his cock and started fucking Felix’s stretched-out hole. All he could do was moan and focus on keeping his body open. He managed to nod, yes. Logan traded places with Dreddy, and now Felix was suspended, helpless, a flesh-and-blood swing between Tiago and Logan. They held him up, his feet barely touching the floor, their bodies a wall of muscle on either side of him. “This pussy is so warm, bro,” Tiago growled from behind, his voice strained with effort. “Wet and warm and creaming ‘cause of the rock.” He drove his hips forward, his cock sliding alongside Logan’s, and Felix could feel the gritty texture of the Tina dissolving inside him, sending shockwaves of chem-fueled pleasure through his system. Dreddy knelt in front of them, his eyes wide and feral. He spat directly onto Felix’s stretched-out hole, the warm glob landing right where Tiago and Logan were joined. “Fuck, that is hot as fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He spat again, then leaned in and, without hesitation, dragged his tongue over the taut, pink skin. “Best pussy y’all, damn!” he moaned, his mouth watering. “It tastes so fucking good!” He started licking and sucking at the rim, his tongue lapping at the base of their cocks as they pistoned in and out. Felix couldn’t process it. The feeling of two thick cocks splitting him open, the wet heat of Dreddy’s mouth, the sounds—their grunts, the wet slurping, the filthy praise—it was all too much. He was so turned on, so high, he was feeling the weight of a satisfaction he didn’t know was possible. He was just a hole, a toy, and it was bliss. Logan watched him, a cruel smirk on his lips as he saw Felix’s eyes glaze over. “I know…” he murmured, his voice a low taunt. Then, louder, “Open that hole up, faggot. Let him in there.” oh, that feels so fucking amazing!” Felix surrendered completely, his body going limp as they used him. Logan and Tiago found a rhythm, a brutal, alternating pace. One would pull out as the other slammed in, a relentless seesaw of flesh that left him breathless. All the while, Dreddy stayed below, his mouth and hands working, keeping the entire scene slick, wet, and filthy. There were several minutes where all of their moans hit a guttural, animal harmonized ache. At some point, they all took several hits from the bong, the smoke adding to the heady atmosphere. Felix’s eyes were half-open from the high, but he looked at each of them and smiled to himself. “Harder… deeper… I want it.” Dreddy stood up, stroking his massive, slick cock with a furious pace. “Imma nut on this hole,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the sight of Felix being split open. Felix’s breath quickened, the words a trigger. “Yes!” “Fuck this bitch with my cum…” Dreddy roared, and then he was erupting. A thick, hot jet of cum splashed across Felix’s lower back, coating his skin and the base of the two cocks still impaling him. The sheer heat of it was a brand. That was all it took for Logan. The warm, gushy feeling of Dreddy’s cum slicking his own thrusts pushed him over the edge. He gripped Felix’s hips like a vise, his knuckles white, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. “Fuck, I’m cumming… you little fucking faggot…” he snarled, his voice a raw, broken thing. His whole body shuddered, and Felix felt the thick, powerful pulses of Logan’s release deep inside his gut, a liquid heat that seemed to spread through his entire bloodstream. His head felt light and dizzy, the most intense orgasm of his life radiating out from his core. Tiago was right behind him. He threw his head back, a long, deep, shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself. “Ah, papi… take it… take it all…” he babbled, his hips jerking erratically. Felix could feel the heat of all three of them, a combined warmth flooding him, marking him from the inside out. It was too much. The overwhelming fullness, the heat, the possession, the chemical fire still burning in his veins. Felix’s own orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. It ripped through him without a single touch to his own dick. His back arched violently, a silent scream tearing from his lungs as his whole body convulsed. Wave after wave of explosive pleasure crashed over him, leaving him a shaking, breathless, boneless mess. Tiago’s cock slipped out of him, and he stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch in a daze. Dreddy was on the floor, panting, sweat running in rivers down every chiseled muscle of his body. Logan, still buried deep, finally collapsed backward onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Felix landed on top of him, their skin a sweaty, sticky, cum-slicked heap. The bassline still thrummed, the lights still pulsed, but the frantic energy had been replaced by a heavy, sated stillness. Felix lay there, his body humming, his mind blissfully, wonderfully blank. He mindlessly pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Logan’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, a silent thank you for the complete and total destruction he had just experienced. Logan laughed, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He felt the wet lips worshiping him. He ran his fingers through Felix’s damp hair. He lowered his voice, a command that was now impossibly gentle. “Look at me.” Felix stopped, slowly lifting his head. He looked up at Logan, his eyes wide and glassy, holding an innocence that was both shocking and deeply satisfying. “Open your mouth.” Felix did, his lips parting obediently. Logan spit into Felix’s eager mouth and kissed him. FIN

I always thought I was saving myself for the right guy. He would be fit, beautiful, successful, worthy of being my husband. Yeah, I jerked off to Treasure Island, Dark Alley, Sweet 'n' Raw, you name it. I even posted an ad on BBRT with no pics, just so I could fantasize about raw loads. I'd flirt, I'd lead them on. Then I'd flake. "Sure, I can email pix." Then I'd shoot my load and disappear. I had a nearly-perfect body, and I'd always meet boys when I went out and they would always fuck me or take my cock. Because I wanted to be neg for my future husband, I kept a supply of latex condoms in my nightstand and in my front right pocket. I held back, knowing my skin-on-skin lust could someday be fulfilled with one perfect man. I met him, at a bar in midtown, New York. He was everything I thought I wanted: beautiful, ripped body, and god-so-fucking charming. We were both in our late 20's. The first night we met, we fucked like wild animals - except for that layer of latex. We started dating, fucking, and I fell in love. He said he did too, but we always kept that barrier. He swore he'd never fuck without it, even when we someday got hitched. It was just too important to be safe. Over time, we got comfortable. I put on just a few pounds. Not much, but enough that a thin layer of padding covered my abs. That's when he changed. He stopped being as charming, as attentive. Finally he broke it off. "I just can't be with you like this. Let's be friends." I thought my life was over. He meant the world to me, but I tried to be friends. We took our break, then started hanging out again. I put on a few more pounds, and it was no longer just a thin layer over my abs. I watched as he made out with other men, right in front of me. I'd kiss others too, just to prove I could. Then I started working out again, and stopped talking to him. I got my abs back, my pecs back, my perfect muscled ass back. And on one drunken night, I saw him again at Barracuda. I watched him scoop-up a handful of latex condoms and leave with some hottie. I went home, logged onto BBRT, and put up pics of my new, hot body and face. I tried not to want him. I still did, but I couldn't have him, but I could try the other thing I wanted. I was so afraid of the bug, but had jerked off so many times to gift giving fiction. When my pics were approved, I did my first search. I wanted someone so unlike him, but still hot. I looked for someone in Harlem, someone Latin, someone black. Someone without all the yuppy hang-ups. I got to status. I clicked that I wanted someone who said, "Ask Me." My cock was throbbing as I started going through profiles, replying, waiting for a response. Finally I got one. His cock was huge and uncut. His body was a perfectly-sculpted ebony fuck-machine. His status said "ask me." I didn't ask that, but I asked his address, and when he told me I got right in a cab and got right up to Harlem. When I got there, he was wearing nothing but basketball shorts, his half-hard dick poking down the leg. We didn't waste any time with bullshit. We made out like crazy, devouring each other's face like men who hadn't been fed in years. I sucked him just long enough to get his 9" uncut dick good and wet, then I pushed him on his back and finally gave in. I pressed my ass down onto it, clamping it and feeling the precum leak around my hole. I felt the foreskin bunch at the entrance to my ass and then slowly push back as I fucked myself onto him. In no time, I was all the way down the shaft and started working my ass up and down, up and down on him. He was helpless as I started pulsing my ass muscles, finally feeling raw skin inside me. I used his body and his cock as my objects, mercilessly ramming myself up and down on his dripping rod. I knew I couldn't touch myself, that I would cum instantly and I wanted his load before I could let mine out and start thinking about my behavior. I had waited so long to finally get barebacked, and I felt so right there impaled on his cock. He tried to take control, but I was out of control. I just rode him like there were no tomorrows, and finally he gave over to the assault of my ass. He simply lay there moaning saying "Fuck yeah," repeating that over. Finally his "fuck yeah" refrain took on a new more urgent tone and I knew he was about to cum. I reached back and felt his balls, stroking his bulging prostate between his balls and his ass. He closed his eyes and started grunting and I felt that prostate start to pulse. I knew he was cumming in me. Nothing had ever felt so right. I shot a massive wad of cum all over his abs, then left him panting on the bed and left with his probably-poz load in my ass. I jerked off for days to that as I waffled between going for PEP or not. I didn't, of course. I logged on more often after that. Next came the Latin kid who was 22, whose tongue went halfway down my throat as he flooded my guts with seed. His profile said "ask me." Next was another black guy, this one in his 30s, whose profile said "ask me" and who told me "take my cum, slut" as he loaded me up over and over. Next was a muscled bartender from G Lounge with a biohazard tatt who threw me around like a rag doll and didn't ask any questions when I ripped off the condom and milked his cock with my ass. After that came a hot blond twink from BBRT whose profile said "poz" and creamed me four times in one night. I was actively chasing and loving it. Every new dangerous encounter thrilled me. Ten, twenty, thirty loads went up my ass. That first black guy hit me up again, and I went back for more. I brought some coke, we did a couple lines, and in no time I was slamming up and down. Then I finally let him have control. But I finally asked him, as he was ramming the fucking hell out of me. "You poz?" "Yeah, you?" "Not sure. You on meds?" "Hell no." "Fuck yeah. What's your viral load?" "Hundred thousand last I know." He just kept fucking with this wicked grin. "Mmm, I'm about to cum. You want the bug?" I didn't even want to hesitate. "Fuck yeah!" He rammed me harder than ever and buried his tongue in my mouth as he exploded with a series of grunts and moans, shooting spurt after spurt of charged cum deep into my guts. I was probably already poz, but I shot a massive wad all over myself at the thought of his bug juice going up my hole. I came down with a flu a week later and knew what it meant. One of those 31 loads had taken. With my abs back and my body back, I was looking pretty hot and ran into my ex a bit later. Condom boy was drunk and wanted to fuck. I was still mad, still hurt, and I knew I was poz though I hadn't tested, but when he asked, I knew what I wanted to do. On the way home I stopped at a drug store, purchased some lambskins, and slid one on when we went to bed. We flip-fucked for an hour, using those porous condoms. The poor guy didn't know what hit him as I shot a massive four-day load inside a condom that was good enough to stop babies, but not the swimmers I had in store for him. I knew I was acute, probably with a viral load in the millions. And several million little particles of virus seeped through those tiny pores in that lambskin and planted themselves in the fucker's tight little ass. When he left, he said, "that was a mistake. We shouldn't do this again." I just laughed and said "We probably don't need to." I kissed him on the cheek and sent him on his way. When he messaged me that we needed to talk a couple months later, I just ignored it. After all, I was in the middle of getting fucked by another big poz cock, and it was just about to spill some more microbes up into my willing, hungry guts. I still don't have a poz test result, but fuck am I having fun getting the loads I can while I hold off on going to find out.

Given I"m into sounding my penis with fat rods, stuffing ever larger toys and plugs in my cuntified former rectum, had silicone added to my scrotum and cock shaft, and love fists in my ass, i would think that would be enough in the extreme kink. But the weirdest fetish I never expected to develop came as a consequence of extreme stretching, wearing plugs for several hours at time and getting my buttPussy blown out from fisting play: incontinence. It first started a good decade ago when I was still hitting CumUnion parties and left a big wet spot in my Uber from all the cum and lube that leaked out during the ride, As I got deeper into extreme stretching and seeing how much size I could enjoy with toys, plugs and fists, it became an issue during and after multi-day high use events. For a week or so after I would need to wear a diaper and during the events I would have to sleep in one or on a towel as all the lube would leak out of my used hole. Then I went the next step and started training my body to handle long wear of plugs--a couple hours or so each day most days of the week. That ruined the resting muscle tone of my rectum and especially my anal sphincter quicker and more effectively than I anticipated. The result is that daily hose out and diapers are now a constant in my life but having a hole that doesn't close is really hot to me--and i'm still stretching out to go even wider--and being this loose and open and functionally ruined is an achievement level as a piggy bottom.

I certainly identify with Dan getting into the submissive headspace. I had a Dom who ordered me to do things before he'd come to my house (or have me come to his office) and put me through the wringer. He even had me shave my entire body below the neck. He said if he felt even one tiny hair anywhere on my body he'd leave immediately. It took forever. I'm not particularly hairy, but I kept being surprised at where there was a stray patch of hair. If he'd told me to suck off men but not let them fuck me I would have been just as obedient as Dan. If you're going to be submissive, being totally submissive is the only way to do it. I also had the experience of getting hit up on a hook up site by a Dom who wanted his sub to come over and suck me off. I've attached a picture of that sub licking my balls. The Dom wanted photographic proof.

First part of many... Milan opens the door, and Mattius stands before him. Mattius says, “You are my submissive, my submissive must be naked and kneel before me.” There's no mistaking the intensity in Mattius' eyes and the urgent, needy tone of his voice. With Mattius holding the door open, Milan immediately removed his clothing. “Give that to me and get on your knees. Milan knelt down and Mattius now said,”Bow to me.”. Milan bowed, and slowly, hesitantly, Milan looks up, and says "You want me to..." he starts, voice barely above a whisper. Mattius steps closer, "Yes," Mattius growls lowly, exposing his soft cock. "I want you to admire this cock and you will worship it like the pathetic little slave you are to be." "Please," Milan whispers shakily, pressing his face into the fabric of the bedsheets. "I... I don't know what to do." Mattius chuckles darkly and strokes Milan's hair reassuringly. "It's alright, bitch. You will learn to be a slave. You just need to follow my lead. Worship me with your mouth and tongue, show me how much you want this." Milan swallows hard and nods. He parts his lips tentatively as Mattius presses the head of his cock against them. At first, he flinches back, overwhelmed by the sudden heat and pressure on his most intimate area. But then, slowly, hesitantly, he starts to open his mouth, letting Mattius' soft shaft slide in with a shuddering gasp. Milan licks and suckles at Mattius' cock eagerly, his tongue swirling around the head as he tries to get used to the sensation of being oral for his master. Mattius is not getting hard though. Instead, Mattius grabs the back of Milan’s head and holds his head firmly. All Milan can feel is submission, desire pulsing through his veins like electricity. He moans into Mattius' cock and then it starts. Mattius releases his urine into Milan’s mouth, commanded to swallow. Milan instinctively obeys as he feels himself being used and degraded - dominated by someone who clearly sees him as little more than an object for their pleasure. But Milan doesn't mind. In fact, it excites him. He knows this is what he wants deeply - to be a submissive, touched, used, owned. And so he continues to drink from Mattius' cock, Mattius an expert is urinating slowly, allowing Milan to drink and swallow every drop. Mattius can tell that Milan is getting afraid - is this too much? But Mattius just reassures Milan, “This is just a start, you are going to be my urinal, keep drinking, slave,” Milan knows there will be no other choice but to take what Mattius wants, to degrade himself for this man who holds all the power. But for now, he can only pray that Mattius will soon finish, but Mattius stops for a minute, and tells Milan to be ready for how you will usually drink - and releases quickly, Milan gagging, spilling piss onto the ground before Mattius. Mattius slap’s Milan’s face and then he pisses all over Milan’s head and tells Milan, “Clean up your mess,” pushing Milan’s face to the floor. Just then two men come walking down the hallway, Mattius smiles at them and they walk on past, watching as Milan cleans the floor by licking up all the piss that has spilt onto the floor. Mattius than grabs Milan and drags him into the room, closes the door and over to the bed. “Show me your ass, slave Milan.” Milan shows Mattius his ass, and Mattius tells Milan, “No, show me your hole.” And Milan uses his hands to show Mattius’ his hole. Mattius’ cock, 23 cm, is solid and hard, and says to Milan, “My cock is already dripping toxic precum, you want my toxic load in your ass?” Milan doesn’t usually talk dirty like this, and it takes a few times for Mattius to get Milan to respond, but soon Milan admits he wants Mattius’ toxic load in his ass. Soon, Milan’s ass takes Mattius' cock, which goes in fast and hard, causing Milan to scream out in pain, but Mattius is ready, holding Milan down, and persists, with his cock breaking through and going deep, without any lube. Milan thinks his ass may be tearing, but the pleasure outweighs those thoughts. Milan’s head is bobbing up and down on the bedsheets like a rag doll as Mattius fucks him roughly. He can feel himself getting close already, but he doesn't want to cum without permission. Not yet. "Yes," Milan gasps out when Mattius pauses for a moment after thrusting into him hard several times. "More... please..." He needs this man's cock inside him. Mattius chuckles darkly. "Good boy," he purrs approvingly before slamming back into Milan with renewed force. The bed creaks under their combined weight as Mattius pounds into him ruthlessly, grunting and growling like a beast in heat. Milan moans helplessly as his body is rocked by the force of Mattius' thrusts. He can feel himself getting closer to orgasm but he bites back a moan, desperate not to cum wanting to revel in the fucking that he is receiving. After what feels like an eternity, but was about 45 minutes, Mattius finally stops thrusting and leans down over Milan with a predatory grin on his face. I’m going to breed you. You’ll want me to breed you forever, if you don’t make me stop right now, you will become an owned slave. Milan moans loudly as the intense pleasure overcomes him, his cock erupting like a geyser, and Mattius' cock shoots deep inside him at that very moment. Mattius feels total power, lightheaded and delirious with lust as his orgasm crashes over him wave after wave - a power enhanced by his toxic virus that will eventually infect Milan. When Milan finally comes down from his high, Mattius is still fucking into him with surprising gentleness, stroking his hair soothingly. "Good slave," Mattius praises when he pulls out of Milan's ass. "You did well." Now, slave you always clean the cock after you are fucked. Milan nods weakly in response, too exhausted and disoriented to argue. He turns around and takes Mattius’ cock into his mouth. He can taste his cum and finds the taste delicious. Mattius then tells Milan, “It is time for a little break. You don’t want to get worn out, because today you will give yourself entirely to me and learn how you behave with a man who will hold all the power over him. And so Milan lies there on the bedsheets, spent and panting from both exertion and emotion, and continuing to clean Mattius’s cock. His mind thinks this is wrong, but the lust is so strong. For now, he doesn't care. He’s with this beautiful man.. But he knows what comes next - more humiliation, more degradation, more of Mattius' twisted desires being forced upon him. And then, Mattius says, “Get ready…” and as the stream of piss goes into Milan’s mouth, he instinctively starts to swallow, and enjoying the feeling of the degradation. As Mattius finishes, he tells Milan, “Let your mind accept this fully. Don’t resist.” Milan will never turn back from this day. The transformation has begun.

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1994 I had stayed a virgin all through college, but that quickly changed as soon as I graduated. I moved to a city with such a visible gay community that I couldn't help but find my way 'over the rainbow'. It was welcoming, warm and usually smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. Also dangerous. It was the Midwest, and the AIDS epidemic had finally made its way here in a major way. A bath house I'd never even gotten a chance to go to was now closed. Adult bookstores disappeared, but gay bars seemed to multiply. Looking back now, I 'd guess there had been twenty of them located in this mid-sized city It was in one of them that I met Benjamin. He knew everybody and had scored us so many free shots that night. He was Cuban and darkly attractive. He was older than me -- by a lot. He'd lied about his age from the beginning. We parted ways that night after exchanging phone numbers. We fucked the night of our first date. He was experienced and couldn't believe I made him wear a condom. He told me he was clean, but I was insistent about safety. I had a new life and a new career, and didn't want to get deathly sick. Benjamin lived farther out from the city...somewhere in a hick-infested neighborhood. Our second date was at his modest house. It seemed nice and decorated like his grandma had picked out all the colors, furniture and little touches here and there. He had a son living with him who was a ridiculously handsome teen (he was actually 22 at the time). Ben claimed he had gotten married at the age of fifteen and I believed him for minute or two. He was a liar and that didn't bode well for us as a couple. He drank gin and tonic, which I'd never tried. It was a fine drink that I grew to love a little too much. This relationship had an expiration date, but I seemed to be the only one who knew it. He introduced me to tons of people...especially at the ratty little tavern near his house. That's where I was introduced to Stan. Stan was Benjamin's hairdresser. He was maybe 30 or a little older. Tall, blonde, lean and a major fashion victim. I hadn't been much interested in what styles trendy. I won't say that Stan was handsome, but there was something appealing about him. He fully owned being gay and I was still learning the ropes. I guess he had a lover and it was news to Ben. "You finally settled down?! Are you being faithful?" "Most of the time." I guess this Stan guy wasn't keeping up with the news. Being afraid of AIDS was a full-time preoccupation for me. "Does he know?" "Oh yeah. He has boys on the side too. It's how we both got the same diseases." THAT's what his appeal was. He was out there enjoying sex and satisfying his inner slut. Nobody lives forever and he was going to get full use of his youth while I was biding my time with Benjamin and being scared of all the consequences of 'having fun'. Stan flitted away among the sparse crowd while Ben and I played darts. For whatever reason, darts were a big thing among the gays in this city. They had leagues and everything. I didn't get it. It was not that much fun to play even when you'd had some drinks in you. But it was a better option than just sitting and trying to have a conversation with my boyfriend. We had almost nothing in common other than being gay. "So he cuts your hair?" "Every month. He's very, very good, but a little expensive. You should let him cut your hair." It drove Ben crazy that I gave no shits about my hair. I normally went to Super Cuts and paid six bucks. It's not like I had a complicated head of hair or anything. "OK. I'll go the next time you go." I surprised both of us by agreeing to go spend forty bucks on a haircut. It seemed to put him in a good mood. He scheduled us for back-to-back appointments with him a week later. I agreed mainly because I wanted to see Stan again. Why? I think you can guess. The salon was much nicer than what I was used to. It even had a 'skin care technician' who wore a white lab coat. Half of the hairdressers there were gay dudes. Ben went first while I sat and looked at one of those big fashion magazines with thick,glossy paper and about fifty cologne samples. The thing was 60% advertising and every page made me feel more and more like the hayseed I was. I didn't belong here. My clothes were mostly from J.C. Penney's and the last person to cut my hair was a homely pregnant chick with a ton of regrettable tattoos and no wedding ring. When it was finally my turn, Benjamin and Stan came out to get me just as I had started thinking of ways to escape. "Ready?" "Let's go." I was led back to the shampoo area which Super Cuts didn't have. Stan said, "Relax and let Janet take care of you while I take a smoke break." Janet was a beautiful young gal who was gentle as she steadied my head at the lip of the sink. The shampoo smelled expensive and she took her time lathering and rinsing. It was wonderful to be pampered like this and I was wishing she'd never stop massaging my scalp. But Stan was back and ready for me. He was dressed very fashionably - with more than a hint of gay slut. Where do you even get clothes like that? "What are you wanting today?" "Something basic. I work in a pretty conservative place and don't want to upset anybody." "I can do conservative -- with an edge. You OK with that?" Was I? I had no idea. I remember being 9 or ten years old and telling my mom that I wanted to be a punk rocker when I grew up. Or a chef. I was undecided at that point. I just nodded and prepared for whatever. I kinda hated facing that big mirror they have at every hair-cutting place. My natural expression had developed into a frown over the years. Sometimes it looked like a scowl. I watched Stan as he maneuvered around me with his comb and scissors. I thought about what he looked like naked, got lost in some fantasies where I was sucking his dick. "How's your boyfriend?" "What? Who?" "When we met a few weeks ago you told Benjamin and I about this guy you were with." "Oh, right. Him. We broke up already. He needed money so he volunteered for a clinical medication study and it fucked him up." "Medication for what?" I could have guessed, but would they really test an AIDS drug here? "H.I.V. There's promising stuff coming - maybe even a cure. He was willing to take a chance that he wouldn't get the placebo. He got his wish, but it damn near killed him. The pills fucked with his heart and he ended up in the hospital. He might still be there for all I know." "I'm sorry." "How are things with you and Ben?" "The same." "That didn't sound very enthusiastic." He had a grin that the devil himself would be proud of. "No. It's just that he wants me to move in with him, and we've only been dating for a few months." I said too much. He and Benjamin were friends and he'd likely tell on me. I couldn't exactly backtrack now. "He's the marrying type. I never have been. I suppose it would be nice, but I've got a wandering eye...always looking for the next fuck." "Yeah. At least you know what your path is. I'm new. I'm 24 and want to see what's out there before I commit." Again...too much info. "Well don't settle down with him. He's a nice guy but very needy. He's old, too." "He's not. He's only 34, right?" "Yeah...if that's code for '45'. He's only three years older than me." I knew it. "..." "He does this all the time. He lies about his age and tries to get cute young guys with a job to move in and help him pay the mortgage on that dumpy house. He might have a good heart, but he is not to be trusted. You're a kid -- go have some fun." He looked into my mirror eyes and winked. "..." I just had no words. "Leave me your phone number and I'll fix you up with some guys around your age." Well, at least I had some dirt on him in case he ever tried to rat me out to Ben. I sensed he wouldn't. I wrote my number on a slip of random paper while he briefly lifted the scissors away from my head. When he was done blow-drying me and applying gel, I thought I looked great. I had a little 'edge' as he'd promised...but it was within my comfort zone. "Perfect!" It was maybe a week later that I finally let go of Benjamin. I retreated back to my apartment in the city and let my answering machine screen all incoming calls. He finally gave up and was probably out scouting for another sucker this very minute. I didn't go right out and enjoy a bunch of sex which I'd planned to do. I was happy being alone and isolated. Books, movies and music were more important to me than bars and dicks. Stan had never called me, and so I went back to Super Cuts which did a good enough job for me. Things were going great for months. And then the phone rang. "Hello?" "What's up?" The voice was familiar somehow. "Hi! How are things?" I still wasn't sure who I was talking to. "Oh, it's been a total mess. I'm not at the salon anymore...it got way too dramatic there." It was Stan. OK. "My mama died and left me her house. I work from there now. The only clients that followed me here were a bunch of old ladies who always liked me for whatever reason. They've been dropping like flies since Christmas and I'm trying to build up a bigger client base." That's why he was calling. He didn't want to do anything gay with me. He wanted a paying customer. "Did Benjamin follow you too?" "Oh...you didn't know? He moved to Florida with some new guy he found." Good for him. I never wished him harm - I only wished I hadn't wasted so much time with him. "I'll give you a deep discount on your first visit." That sounded sexual. I guess he knew he had his charms. "OK. I had a haircut not long ago, but I'll drop by in a month. How's that?" "Good. I work noon to six every day except Monday. I've got another side business going so just call and leave me a message when you want an appointment." He gave me his address and phone number which I put on my fridge with a little round magnet. I was glad he called but can't say exactly why. I was going through a phase where I liked bigger, beefier, harrier men. I talked to a few of them at bars now and then but never made a connection. If they didn't have lady voices, they had awful grammar -- which was something that bugged the shit out of me. My ideal was impossible to find, but I still had hands and a VCR...so I was fine with being celibate and single. I remember my older brother telling me all about sex. He was a big jock stud who always had a girlfriend. He was pissed that Mom had found one of his adult magazines in my room. She wanted to know where I got it, and I just told the truth. We were both in trouble. "You're not old enough for this, dude. Cool it. You've got the rest of your life to have sex. Look around...every adult likes to fuck. Mom and Dad do it, your teachers do it, every adult you see at the grocery store does it. Guys AND girls. Don't get ahead of yourself now." Stan's house was in a very odd neighborhood I'd never been to before. The houses looked fairly normal when I turned left on 65th Terrace but then you started seeing weird dwellings. Tiny houses painted in garish colors. Some of them looked like they were meant to be something else in another part of town. I found Stan's address and pulled into the driveway. Wow. I guess his new side business was 'junk dealer'. The front of the house looked like a duplicate of Fred Sanford's place. The yard was full of hubcaps, assorted car parts and panes of glass. Everything was coated with layers of dirt and/or rust. It wasn't sad so much as interesting. My dad once took me to a junkyard just because I'd never seen one. I was fascinated to the point where I was rendered completely mute. Dad let me wander around and look at all the wrecked cars, old appliances and all the various pieces of someone's discarded life. My favorite thing was an actual staircase from somebody's house. It was just there, leading to nowhere. I'd been told not to touch anything, but I couldn't help but climb a few steps. If we had this in the backyard, I could invent about a million games and fantasies built around the stairs. I lived almost totally in fantasy world back then. Dad found me and was mad when he saw me on it. He hustled me back to his car and I never found out what that staircase led to. As soon as I knocked on the door (doorbell was broken) about a thousand barks erupted from inside. Dogs. Junkyard dogs, probably. "Come on in," Stan called from inside. The door was unlocked. The second I got in, five or six little mutts of various colors jumped all over my legs. "Have a seat while I finish with Margaret." There weren't many places to sit. Just one spot on the couch. The minute I took a seat, all those little dogs competed for my attention. One of them smelled pretty bad and needed a bath in the worst way. I could see him in the kitchen, drying the hair of some ancient woman who had her eyes closed like she was dead. I didn't to stare. The coffee table in front of me was littered with ashtrays, cords, remote controls and random things. There was an ancient paperback book that looked intriguing. "Alfred Hitchcock Presents - Short Story Collection". It was autographed!! I wanted this. I'd have him add it to my bill. A horn honked from outside that set the dogs off again. "Oh, that's my cab," the old woman said. She was alive. "Let me just give you some spray and then I'll help you out." Stan helped Margaret to the door and told the dogs to stay back. I'm guessing they knew already not to hassle old ladies. He closed the door and said, "Goddamn. I'm tired. You're my last appointment, but I need a little rest first." He plopped down on the couch next to me. There wasn't much room so he was sitting so close to me that our legs and shoulders touched. "I need a cigarette. Want one?" I didn't even answer before he'd already lit one and handed it to me. I guess smoking was a lot like drinking...people liked it better when they weren't the only ones doing it. "So. Are you in the...'antique' business now?" "Sort of...I mostly do flea markets these days. I've done them in Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas...nearby states." He had a Southern drawl even though he was from Missouri. Was that considered 'The South'? Maybe he'd just adopted that accent to seduce men. Or maybe he was like me and had done everything possible to masculine enough to pass scrutiny from friends and family. "It ain't so bad. It's my main income now." Ugh. I hate when people say 'ain't'. I've walked away from potential hook-ups at bars if they used that word. Stan seemed to have adopted a more casual fashion sense. He was wearing sweatpants, flip-flops, a t-shirt and a backwards baseball cap. I guess he was off his fashion game for whatever reason. "I was looking at this Alfred Hitchcock book. Can I buy it from you?" "Oh yeah. Shit. I don't even remember where I got that -- from a yard sale probably." "How much?" "Three bucks." "Sold!" "We'll settle up later. Let's go to the kitchen and get started now." We both stubbed out our smokes and stood up. I watched him walk in front of me and noticed he'd put on some weight since the last time I saw him. The sweatpants shaped his butt nicely and it was easy to see that he wasn't wearing underwear. Margaret may not have noticed, but I sure as hell did. I thought he was looked hotter in casual clothes than he did all spiffy and fashionable. He'd even stopped dying his hair and you could see that it was actually dark brown with a patch of gray here and there. His kitchen was chaos, but not filthy. He sat me down and shampooed me over a little mini-sink. During the process, his groin brushed my arm for a brief second. I felt the chunk of meat under his sweats. Damn! I was impressed. At this point, I wasn't thinking he had done it on purpose. Once he put a towel around my neck and draped me with one of those smock things, I could look right at him in the mirror without giving myself away. He'd was heftier and had some definition in his chest. "Have you been working out?" Find me one gay man who doesn't love being asked that question. "Naw. I just get more physical activity in the new business. You know...lifting, loading.... unloading." I was almost ready to think he was flirting a little. Almost. Hmm. I'd test the waters. "Well, you look very fit." "Thanks. How do you want it? I don't remember how I did it back when I first cut your hair." "Conservative with an edge." "Oh right. Gotcha." I sometimes like to just close my eyes when I'm having a haircut, possibly snooze. Not today. I wanted to watch him and look. His crotch touched my shoulder and the back of my neck a few more times. I could swear his dick was growing each time, but his eyes gave nothing away. Stan was concentrating on the job at hand. I didn't want to push it just now while he was using scissors on my hair. He had to be doing it purpose, right? Maybe he was just trying to get a bigger tip out of me. I'd fell for that scam with bartenders before. Well...if that was the case, I'd go ahead and flirt back. "You seeing anyone, Stan?" "Not so much. I keep busy and just feel so old when I go to the clubs. They're all kids like you, and they don't want some old junk man." "I bet that's not true. I'm not even thirty yet and they look like children to me too." "Well, have fun while you can. You need to get as much cock as you can while guys still want to offer you one." He seemed like he was almost done with the scissors. So I adjusted myself back in the chair so that his groin was right up against the back of my head. He was fully erect. I could feel it. Once again, his eyes gave nothing away. I'd have to work for this. He was putting some mousse on my hair and combing it. When his crotch touched my hand, I just reached and grabbed the head of his dick through the sweatpants. I had notched up the flirting to a new level. Risking everything. "Well, FINALLY! You could have done that while we were sitting on the couch, but no....you made me do most of the work." I continued to hold his hard-on. "I didn't know for sure. I tend to hesitate with things." "I guess it's wise to be careful. I never was. Oh yeah. Squeeze that dick exactly like you're doing." I did. I made an attempt to tug down his pants. "Wait a minute while I sweep up the hair and feed the dogs. My bedroom is right off to the left of that doorway. It's kind of a mess, but there's a TV in there and you can switch it to whatever you want." I went into the dark room where the TV was already on. The room was indeed a mess, but at least the bed was made. It smelled like cigarette smoke and cologne. I had to give Stan some credit, though. I'd gone home with a few guys who lived in crap-hole apartments but their bedrooms were always neat and the lights were low and strategically placed. This told me they'd already planned to bring somebody over for sex. One dude had even left an unattended scented candle burning. Stan wasn't planning this...at least I don't think he was. I took off my shoes and and clicked through the channels. I wondered if he had booze in the house. A gin and tonic would be so good right now. The bed was so comfortable that I closed my eyes for a few seconds, a few minutes. "Hey! Don't go to sleep on me!" He was back. "Sorry. I worked all day and usually take naps on Fridays. It's kind of a ritual." He was carrying two full glasses with translucent red liquid and ice cubes in them. "I made us some drinks. I need one. How 'bout you?" I was polite and didn't ask what the drinks were. I'd settle for anything. Was it paranoid of me to choose the one he didn't hold closest to me? I had heard tales (from girls mostly) about being drugged with pills mixed into their alcohol. Stan didn't even notice my awkward maneuvering. He just stood there, smiling and looking so hot. He kicked off his flip-flops and lied down next to me. We were propped up against the headboard in an almost sitting position. I liked the drink. It was quite potent and had cranberry juice in it...that's all I knew. "It's so nice to rest. I'm tired of working." Maybe that was code for 'you take over the seduction now'. Who knows? I moved closer and we rubbed shoulders. I looked down at his body. His feet were boxy - with all the toes being the same length. My brother had feet like that and shoes never quite fit him right. His boner was relentless and making a tent out of his sweatpants. OK. I just reached over and grasped it like I did before. I took another swallow of the cranberry courage and the set the glass down. I pulled down the sweats to his lower thighs as his dick bounced up and took pleasure in its new freedom. "WOW! You've got a massive penis, Stan. I mean, Wow." He laughed. "You're surprised? I wear size 14 EEE shoes after all. My ass is nice too. I bet 90 percent of this city's gays have had a taste of either or both. You can suck my cock, but not until you get naked. Deal?" Oh he had a deal alright. I stripped in record time, but I still wasn't as fast as he was. I took one last swig of the drink and just jumped into bed next to him. I wasn't new to this kind of thing, but I'd never been so close to a naked POZ man before...that I knew of. "OK, Stan. I'm nervous and not very forward. Tell me what you want and I'll do it. " "OK, kid. There's safe stuff we can do, some mostly safe stuff we can do, and a lot of completely unsafe things we can do. I just now remembered Benjamin telling me about how you were a 'Condom Nazi'. There's none of them here unless you brought some with you. I want your mouth on my dick -- which is mostly safe. I haven't been blown in about a year...would you do that? Please?" He knew he didn't have to ask. I slid off the bed and went to the end of the bed. I crept up between his legs and took the tool in my mouth. It was clean, slick and throbbing. I felt his heartbeat through the wide shaft. It wasn't my first time at the rodeo -- I could deep throat a dick pretty well after my time with Ben. Stan was bigger than my ex, but not in an impossible way. He grunted with pleasure and I didn't hardly gag as I went all the way down to his pubes. "NICE!!" He adjusted both of us so that he was sitting on my chest and mounting my face. He was experienced and polite enough to let me come up for air briefly. He pulled his dick out from my lips without moving from my chest. I saw the glistening organ bobbing above me. "Thank you, Stan. I enjoyed that." "Me too. I can just finish off all over your face or I can fuck you. It gets more dangerous from here on." "Let's keep going. Please?" "So glad you said that. I'll pull out. okay?" "No. I don't want you to do that. Be an animal with me." "Nope. I know you feel that way right this second, but I don't want you to get AIDS. I'd never forgive myself, and you'd hate me in time." He was serious. "OK." "You'll thank me eventually." I doubted that, but I was so hard and horny that I just agreed. "I don't have any lube except some hand lotion. It's pretty greasy, though." It was the same brand my mom had always used to get rid of her raw, dishpan hands. I waited while he slathered it all over his tool and then smeared a glob on my hole. I'd always loved this part of the sex ritual...the pre-gaming. So much anticipation and lust. I waited for the ride to begin. He pushed into me with not much resistance on my part. It hurt, but I knew better sensations were coming. So to speak. He let out a huge breath as he went in an inch or two. "So tight! Try to loosen up a little." I felt tidal waves of pleasure crash over me. My contentment must have relaxed those inner muscles enough for Stan to get his bare dick all the way inside of me. To the hilt. "I'm so full of you." "Yeah.. it's really, really good. I'm going to pump a little and pull out pretty soon." "OK" He thrust like a madman and I felt a drop of sweat from his forehead fall onto my face. His pace and his grunting let me know he was close to cumming. I loved looking at his face as he was lost in pleasure, but I was lost in a memory/fantasy of climbing that junkyard staircase and reaching the top. Here was open sky that I knew would hold me if I dared move further. He grunted and his hip movements got faster. "SHIT...I..have to stop now." I reached around and held his bare ass close. He was strong enough to break away from my grip but made no effort. He moaned and unloaded that load of semen directly inside of me. "FUCKKKK!!!" He collapsed on top of me. I'd also cum at some point. He breathed heavily and rolled onto his back. "You wanted HIV? I mean...why did..." "It was perfect, Stan. Don't make me feel bad about this." "OK. Let's just rest a bit. I need to go piss first." After he returned, he pulled the comforter over us. I had an intensely satisfy nap. When I woke up, I saw that it was after midnight. Maybe it was a good time for me to leave and go home. I dressed in the sparse light and pulled out my wallet. I'd leave him cash for the haircut and the book..plus a generous tip. I left the money next to his scissors and walked to the door. All the little mutts were sleeping in any clear spot on the couch they could find. I drove back to my apartment and couldn't believe how the day had gone. There was plenty to think about, but not now. Not tonight. Stan called me the next day, and almost every day after that. We went to dinner about twice a week or to movies or just up more sex. He may have claimed he wasn't marriage material, but he certainly seemed to be boyfriend material. I had no idea what kind of material I was made out of now...it was brand new.

Absolutely. I love affirming this for myself, and I get so horny just from typing it out: I am a faggot. I am a faggot and I am a bottom. I love getting fucked in the ass by men and taking their loads. I love being used and bred.

That's exactly how it went for me. When I left a large wet spot in an uber after a Cumunion party is when I knew it was time for post play diapers and it just grew from there. I never thought I'd get off on stretching so loose and gaped that I don't close and they are a regular part of my life. But here we are...and I'm still stretching out to take even more.

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I’m a mindless brain fried faggot and I love it!

I'm not a total bottom, but when I do get fucked I want the load in my ass. When I top I plant it deep in his guts.

Here is Part 16!!! It is finally done. Thanks for waiting so long on it. It is a really big part, with a buildup to the moment of Jake's own pleasure during the daddy event . This part is so big that I divided it into sub-parts. It might be too big to read in one go. If I made some mistakes in the story, I'm really sorry. This took a few days to write, so I had to stop multiple times and get back to it later. I read the whole story afterward again to remove small mistakes. But it might happen that there are still some minor ones in it. I really hope you guys like it. I tried to include more detailed feelings in it and describe the whole setting , especially the part 6.4 with Jake and his own matched daddy. I guess I wrote it a bit differently than the previous parts to try and do this. I added lots of photos in all the part too. Please post if you like it. let me hear what you think. 😈 Part 16 part 6.1 It's getting a bit dark already, and I start to walk back to my hotel room. It's a long walk; I did not remember that I had walked so far, but I guess I was lost in my thoughts. I can see the main pool coming up, so I walk on. It is partly deserted. I guess most people are eating or getting ready for the evening. I still have time, so I can get myself prepared and changed In the middle of the main pool, I clearly see Kayode. He is still on a platform in the middle of the pool. They brought him a table where he is now sitting on. He does not see me; I'm walking from behind him. He looks bruised, tired, and worn out . Cum is dripping from the table onto the platform. Damn , that's a lot of cum... How many did he have to take, all in public? They did give him a new jock. It does not surprise me if they ripped off the old one in one of the fucks. They really must have used him. Though the new jock can't prevent that cum is still leaking out of his hole. How can he sit like that? It should hurt like hell. Or... is he so bruised and messed up that his body just shut off the pain? I can see clearly some red blood stains on his new jock if I pay attention to it. Fuck... he really is used and fucked. How many loads did he get? All from different guys, or did some fuck him more than once? I guess the host did not lie. He will have taken many, many poz loads now, swimming deep inside his teared-up hole, mixing with his blood and body, infecting him with lots of different strains. He indeed would not know who his poz daddy could be. It can be all the guys in the hotel... I guess Kayode will get a really bad infection sickness over time. Photo Kayode at pool Then I think of Mark and Leroy again. Mark fucked him first. I can feel a bit of anger in me. He made Kayode look like this too. He really does not care. And Leroy ... I think I should give him a punishment too, just to take some revenge for not telling me and fucking with Mark behind my back. I really have no idea what I can say to Kayode. I'm a bit sorry for what they all did to him. Nothing I say can make it better, and he knows it will go on tomorrow. They will fuck and breed him again, whether he wants to or not. That's his punishment. Fast and silent, I keep walking, leaving the pool behind , walking up to my hotel room. There is a helper in my hallway again; he is smiling at me. "Did you read the note on the panel?" he asks me. I nod. "Well, okay then, get ready; I'll be with you in about 1 hour to give you the heads up and to bring you the daddies. Your room is the meeting point.” I walk into my room and close the door. Damn, this sounds like fun... I think to myself. I walk to the bathroom, drop my swimming shorts that are dried up now, and hang them up to use another time. I'll turn on the shower and brush my teeth meanwhile. I'm looking in the mirror. My smooth fit body is slowly getting some tan from the sun. My blond hair looks even blonder with this tan. I watch my cock, half-hard again. Damn, if I think of tonight, I'm getting aroused. That's why my cock is half hard again. And my cock took the first bare ass right this day. I turn a bit to see my ass. It's round and tight. Really tight, I guess. The last cock I had was this morning, Mark ... I can feel my hole tickling again; my hole is missing Mark's cock. It is missing getting filled up and bred. But Mark ain't getting it... Just like Leroy told me… I'll take my revenge, and my hole will take cock from others. It will get what it wants, but not from Mark. I bet my hole will get better fucks than Mark. Let's find out this holiday. I spit the toothpaste out from my mouth, grab a glass of water, and head into the shower. Warm water is running over my head. This feels good. I take the shampoo and start to wash myself all clean. I'm doing the best I can. I wash my ass and even get a finger inside of me to wash it up there. It is really tight, and I tend to keep it that way, so just one finger. I shower my hole really well , so it looks all clean and nice. After some minutes, I take a razor blade to shave my pubic hair. It's not a lot; it's really short trimmed, but I shave it off. I want to be really smooth for Daddy's night. I like to give them my smooth body to enjoy. After a half hour, I'm all done. I dry myself off, grab some deodorant and perfume, and start to walk bare naked to my closet. What should I wear? Damn, this is one of the hard parts. I'll put on some underwear, some shorts, and a nice shirt with buttons. I guess the daddy can unbutton me then, if he likes, to slowly discover my smooth body. On my bed, I put a clean white blanket that's lying in my closet. It's spotless white, like a virgin blanket. Whatever happens, my bed will be covered, and I bet I will look sexy on it. After that, I walk back to the bathroom, do my hair, wash my hands, and put some slippers on. Just when I pull those on, I hear a knock on the door. Right on time... I walk up to the door, and the helper from earlier in the hall is standing there. "Are you ready? Can I come in?" he asks me. Sure you can, I tell the helper . Before he walked in, he bent over to grab some sort of wooden chest. He is still alone, no daddies in sight. Helper; Well , I'm here to guide you through this event, he tells me. Just to start things up, nothing more, nothing less, and he winks at me. As you know, all the daddies will come over to this room. So it's your job to welcome them. You will match the daddies to the rooms in this part of the hallway. So, it's your hand who will have fun with whom . No one else ... You will match yourself, too. So... well, if I'm honest... I would first choose your play daddy and leave him for last . Just a tip here, he laughs. You can decide later, or the partner of the daddy can join in the play. That only counts with you, so not the other rooms. You have this privilege because you're doing a job this evening. I have this wooden chest with me. It has items in it that the daddies can use on their boys. You can choose and decide if and what items they use. There is one item per person in it. Helper; If you let a daddy take no item, you can choose to give another daddy two items. The chest has to be empty when all are matched. There is one catch, though . The daddy that you choose to play with yourself , those items are not in the chest. They gave me a list earlier today, so I have to grab them later. He opens up the wooden chest that he placed on the floor again. I look in there to see what items it contains. I can see a lot of things, like rope, chains, whips, leather harnesses , cock rings , lube, and so on. Helper; There is another thing, Jake... When the daddies are over here, you can see their statuses on their smartwatches that you match. So you will know what room will get what load. You can ask them even before matching. But if you do that and you know their status, you are not allowed anymore to match them to yourself. Jake; "Why is that?" I ask. "Why can't I see the status of the daddy I choose?" helper; "Well, Jake ," the host answers, "that would not be fun at all. You will see the status of your matched daddy just after the first cum load is in you. We do this so you can't back down and won't hesitate to have fun with the daddy you are attracted to, and his partner," he laughs. "Oh, and when a daddy is single , a friend of his or a random daddy will join. That's so you always have fun as a threesome . Is this all clear, Jake ? Do you have questions?" Jake; "No, I think it's clear, I guess," Helper; "Okay, let's get the daddies in then," he laughs . "Please sit on the bed while I go and get them." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- part 6.2 Short side story of the help, getting the daddys. the helper is walking out of the room, slowly into the hallway and back to the main lobby. let's see if the group of daddies is ready to walk up whit me, to Jake... walking the shortest way, within 5 minutes, he is in a lounge area. It's one of many, but this is one of the lounge areas where some groups are gathering, including the group that's supposed to go with him to Jake's room. he's walking to the bar. "Can I have my flag, please?" he asks the bartender. "Sure , they are tied over there." The bartender responds. I walk up to the flags. there is the flag with the room number and hallway on it. That's mine; it corresponds with Jake's room. he grabs it and walks over to the middle of the crowd . "Please pay attention. I'm looking for my group; please watch the flag. Im yelling in the lounge. If you are assigned to this group, please come to me." Photo lounge area all the daddies are watching their smart watch whit assigned numbers. within a few seconds, a group is forming around me. "Okay , let's check if you are signed in correctly. Please scan your smartwatch at this panel." beep, beep, beep, beep. a group of more than 20 daddies are logging in. "Perfect, guys. This is a pretty big group, so it will be a little crowded in the room. I'm going to guide you. There will be a blond guy waiting for you. Please be nice to him. He will match you with one of the guys in the hallway and give you a door number . He and I will guide you to that door. In each room, there is a guy who will join the daddy event. These guys are yours to have fun with. But please, don't damage the goods too hard... They still have to have fun for the remaining time of their stay here on their holiday. He will pick one of you to stay and play with him. That status can't be shown yet... Your smartwatch will light up when the first load is in his hole. You have to wait until he is done matching and helping the other daddies . In the meantime, you can get your partner, friend, fuck buddy, or a stranger over if the boy wants to. You will also pick up the item you chose earlier today. The boy has no say in this, The boy in the first room will point out what items the matched daddys can bring with you to your match's bottom. so to be clear, he points out the items for the daddies matched with the other guys, but not the items for his own match. To the other daddies , he is allowed to see your status on your watch; just not his own matched daddy. Please wear your clothes until you're in his room, just in case if bottoms try to peek. You can dress up, get clothes off, or whatever you're into, in the boy's room, the first room, before you're matched. I hope I'm clear and you all noted it . Now please follow me. I hold the flag up high to show the group where I am going so I won't lose anyone . I start to walk through the hallway. A group of 20 daddies are following me. This will be a rough, playful, and sticky night, I guess. And tomorrow , damn, I need help to clean everything up. I wonder what mess it will be. But gladly, it will be noted what daddy gets in what room with what boy. I can always check it later and see the photos and videos that are made by the cameras in their rooms if it's a hot mess in the morning. I start to smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- part 6.3 Back to Jake Here I am, waiting , sitting on my bed, dressed nicely , a bit nervous about what's coming and waiting for daddies ... guys that are literally double or triple my age, who want to fuck us and me... but I guess I want it too; my hole is twitching again. I really hope there are some hot daddies with it. But hey, I still have to pick someone for Leroy too. Maybe this gives me a chance to take a sort of revenge. After a while, I hear guys walking in the hallway. It has to be them, isn't it? Just after a few seconds, I hear knocking on my door and a beep of someone opening it . "Jake, we are here," I hear the help telling loud . "Daddies , please stand by the wall so he can see you all. " One , two, three , six, ten -damn . Twenty daddies are coming in. They all wear clothes, are different ages, different looks, and different origins . But they all are clearly... daddies... I swallow; I'm really nervous now. Damn , those are a lot. Do I really have to match them? And who will I match to me? I can't see them all clearly; there are just too many, and they are not lined up yet. They are just grouping up. The help starts to talk. "Please , all now change and get your gear or clothes on what you like, so Jake here can watch and make some decisions . " The help starts to smile at me. "You will like this..." I watch the daddies and see shirts going off, big bellies , small bellies , tattoos, nipple piercings, leather gear coming out from under the shirts, etc. They are all showing it to me. And it's not only the shirts that come off. Some drop their pants. There are jockstraps, shorts, leather jocks, kilts, etc. Fuck…. Damn, this is really hot…. They are all standing in my room, in a group. My hole really starts to itch now. My mind is driving me crazy. I want them ... I want more of them... Damn , I want to discover... fuck, I can only pick one... who??? And who should I match whit Leroy??? Slowly, I can start to smell the daddies . Fuck ... I'm getting a bit hard from it. The help starts to talk to me. Now Jake, it's your turn. You can pick guys and match them to the rooms in this part of the hallway. We will start to pick your own match, so you have a huge choice. These 20 daddies are all up for it. See what you like and pick one. You can't watch their status on their smart watch yet. I'm thinking. Damn, who shall I pick? What is the daddy I would like the most, I wonder? Who would be a great fuck? I'm not sure . It's hard to see all the daddies, too. They are all grouped together. Can I... uhhh, see the guys in the back, too? I ask the help. It's hard to pick a match; I really can't see them from here, sitting on the bed. The help raises his voice , "Please spread out. The boy can't see you all in the back." It would be a shame if he missed you guys. The daddies start to move and form a line. Then I see someone. Someone in the back is becoming more visible. He's getting in line with the other daddies, and he is smiling. Fuck... really, is it? It is the daddy that fucked Leroy on day one... the one that fucked him real hard... the one that started with the condom, that I had to take off, and then fucked Leroy bare. It is him. The daddy knows it too. He is grinning. He remembers me. He knows I helped with the fuck back then... Does he want Leroy's hole again? I guess so... I guess he liked it and wants to drop another load in it... Leroy wants it, I'm sure of that. He told me he was hoping for it. Dammm. He will rip Leroy open again, just like he did the first time. The memory is almost set in stone in my mind. It was really hot... sometimes I even dream it was me instead of Leroy. Should I match them up? Should I? I wonder... Leroy wanted the daddy again. But he backstabbed me by giving his ass multiple times to Mark . Should I actually give him this pleasure... or... should I match him with someone else? Maybe the room next to Leroy’s. So he can hear the daddy whit another boy. So I can take some sort of revenge. Or maybe the room on the right across ... should I? Or ... wait... should I match myself with him? That would be perfect revenge. And I did dream about it. So... why not? I'm not sure he is poz or neg. He never told. But should I care? Mark fucked me more than once; he is poz. At least, his smartwatch lit up red , so... I know this daddy can treat a hole like a fuck toy. I did take some cock. So maybe I should just do it? Okay, let's do it. I made my mind up, I tell the help. I'll pick that daddy and point to him (the daddy that fucked Leroy before in part 4). "Okay, perfect," tells the host to me. "Well , now you can decide if his partner will join you guys for a threesome , or you only have him. " Oh... he has a partner, I'm thinking in my mind? Damn, well ... if this daddy is so hot, I guess his partner should be too. And a threesome? I did like the whirlpool earlier. I topped back then, so maybe I should take my bottom role in a threesome too. Let me think... okay, let's do it, I call out. "Let his partner join too." "Okay, good," the help tells me. "That's done then. I'll ask him to get his partner, and you will now make matches. Walk past the line of the daddies; you can touch them, feel them, kiss them, see their status, and ask them what they like to do. You match them with rooms. Now. I'll stand up while the host lets my daddy out of my room, to get his partner. Slowly, I walk to the other daddies. I'll start with the first guy and look him deep in his eyes; I can smell his perfume. He has a big round belly and one nipple pierced. Slowly, I put my hand on his belly and slide my hand to his pierced nipple. I'm so glad I can touch all these daddies... This daddy definitely has some sex appeal, though he has a huge round belly. I guess he is a bit too hot for Leroy. "Let me see your status," I ask him. I watch his smartwatch and he is negative . ohhh . Who should I match with him? "Well, last door on the right, and no items" I tell him. The help takes the daddy with him to guide him to the room with the matched guy. Slowly, I go to the next daddy. He is huge, a really big muscular daddy. His head is shaved, a dark mixed gray short beard, a huge chest, nipples hanging down, and a hairy, toned belly. On his chest, there is a huge scorpion tattoo; no one can miss that... My eyes are drawn to it. His arms are huge, and on his left arm, he has another big tattoo. This daddy is trained... damn . This is every twinks dream... My hands slide over his chest and belly. His skin feels so warm and hot , and I can clearly feel his muscles and heat . He is wearing jogging shorts . Slowly, I let my hands glide over it; the daddy just laughs . My hand slides to his crotch and there I can feel it... a big hardening cock. I really like to feel this, though he is not my match. I put my hand in his shorts. He is not wearing any underwear, so before I know it, my hand is around his bare cock, and I'm playing with his balls. There a big…. Damn, I would love to have him too. I pull my hand back and look him deep in the eyes. Slowly my hand goes over his back and neck to feel his muscles. "Let me see the status," though I think I already know it with this tattoo. I tell him, with my face up close to his. It blinks red... he's poz and proud of it... I let my eyes glide on his watch. "On meds," it says now. Fuck . You're hot, I tell him, poz, proud, and caring; I wink at him. "Let's match you with the room right in the middle of the hallway. There is a sort of nerdy guy; he would never be able to get someone like you... so use his ass as your fucktoy," I tell him. He lays a hand on my back and pulls me closer; he clearly wants to kiss me, and I let him. I bend a bit closer too. We start to kiss, his tongue wrestling mine. Damn , a good kisser too. It's just a fast kiss. "Take the lube," I tell him. "That boy will need it. " Photo of kissing the huge daddy The help is already back and guides him to the right door. I'll go to the next daddy. A 70-year-old small guy. I check his status. Poz , meds. I guess he needed to go on meds, otherwise he would not make it. "Let's give him the other room back in the hall," and give him uhhh... well, he doesn't get any items , I guess. I'll go to the next daddy. I guess he is 60 or so. Looks a bit like a rocker. Long hair, smooth body. Really a daddy that would get some eye-catching . He smiles at me and puts a hand on my shoulder. I guess he hoped I would take him as my match? He has black leather shorts on. I smile while I lay my hand on his crotch . Feels average , but definitely not bad. "Second on the left," I tell the host. "He can take the whip as an item." Photo of daddy whit long hair I start to walk to the next daddy, a bit caught by the hotness of the next daddy. He is bald, a black beard, a hairy chest, huge tattoo, extremely hot… But before I know it, he grabs my head and pulls me toward him. He's really rough. Our faces and mouths meet, and he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out right to my mouth. The help wants to intervene , but just in time, he stops when he sees I'm opening my mouth too. The daddy forces his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues meet, and we start to kiss roughly. Our tongues are wrestling. Photo of kissing the rough daddy He pushes me against him. I feel his muscles and body heat through my clothes. My hand slides into his shorts, and I feel a huge cock and balls. He's already hard. I rub them and let his balls glide through my hands. They are massive. I feel his hand sliding into my shorts too, his finger searching for my hole. It just takes seconds before he finds it and is pressing his fingers against it. Just pressing, he's not pushing one in. He's not allowed to for this event. Slowly, he lets go, and I start to kiss down his body. He has a huge biohazard tattoo on his muscular chest. I follow it with my mouth and go back down until I reach his shorts. I press my nose and mouth to it, feeling his cock pressing against my face, smelling his sweaty cock and balls. My mind is spinning . Fuck , I want to get fucked this evening . Damn, I wish I could have him too. I look at his smartwatch. He has to be... I think. Before I know it, it lights up red indeed. It shows his status: poz toxic. Fuck yeah... that's what I thought. My hole is twitching like crazy . Too bad I already made my decision for a match. Should I put him up with Leroy ? Nah, no way; he is way too hot... he still needs some sort of revenge. I'm taking his crush daddy and something else... I get up again. Please ... the door right on the other side of the room, I smile at him. Take the handcuffs and the gag, so the boy can scream as he likes, I smile at him. The next guy is a slim tattooed daddy with short gray hair . I look him deep in the eyes. He is also very sexy-a hot daddy I would definitely love to date. He looks a bit like a player, if I should guess. I glance at his smartwatch , red and toxic again. Fuck... how many daddies are poz and toxic here? I give him a quick small kiss. To the door's right side, no items. I don't think he would need any; I smile at him. Photo of slim tattooed daddy This is how I match all of the 19 remaining daddies . Kissing, touching, feeling-it makes me horny and hard. I keep the 19th daddy for Leroy. He's a skinny older man with a short shaved head; you can clearly see his bones sticking out. He's not the type Leroy would like at all. He looks mean, poisoned . On his body, he has a tattoo with the letters HIV. He is a proud one... "Let me see your watch," I smile at him. As he does , it lights up red. That's not really a surprise to me. But... what is the rest of his status ? I wait a few seconds, and then it shows me. Full- blown toxic poz. Fuck yeah!!! He is really toxic. His smartwatch shows he has near 800,000 copies per milliliter of blood. He is a damn sick, dirty, proud daddy. And his cock? I grab his jock and can feel a damn hard, big small cock in there. I bet it will stand out on his slim body. He is grinning dirty at me. "You have a good tight hole that I can fuck up," he asks me? I have something dirty for him. "You take the boy next door," I wink at him. "Make him yours , make him scream ..." I walk to the wooden chest to see what items are left. Just two... a rope and a... sort of condom? I'm not sure what this is. I grab the rope and give it to the daddy. Then I pick up the condom. It's like an iron condom with a sort of iron tip on it. "What is this?" I ask the help . The help and the daddy start to smile. "That's a cruel condom , mate. You just condemned the boy next door. The daddy takes all, and just when they want to leave the room, I ask them if I could join them to help them start up. I still have to wait on my daddy, so... "Okay, sure," they both tell me. Photo of the Full- blown toxic poz daddy We walk all together out of my hotel room to the next door: Leroy's room. The help knocks on the door and opens it with his access card. "Your daddy is here," he shouts into the room. As we walk into the room , I see the silhouette of Leroy . He's standing at his bed, all prepped and ready. He is wearing a tight, small jock, so his ass is free. His cock is barely covered in the jock, smooth and shaved all over. He has put something on his body, some sort of oil; he is glistening in the lights. His hair is loose and his bed is clean white . He's standing with his back to us and watches all of us coming in. I can see joy, hoping for a huge big daddy. Just when the daddy comes around the corner, I can see some disappointment in his eyes. He really isn't into some small thin daddy, but he has no choice. I have some fun inside of me; this is going to be my payback. The daddy smiles when he sees Leroy and his small round ass. He smiles so we can all see he has some rotten teeth in his mouth. "How would you like to have your boy?" the help asks the daddy. The daddy is holding up some rope. "Please bind this boy, ass wide open, so I can have all the fun I want and this slut can't run or pull his hole away. " The help and I start to smile even more. "Okay , Leroy, get on the bed," I tell him. He has no choice. I take the rope together with the help and we start to bind him up. The help is starting with his hands. He puts them against the bed and starts to bind them really fast. I'll start with a leg; I put a huge strong knot around his ankles. Really tight. "Please spread your legs," I tell him. Leroy does as told, and I grab the other side of the rope. I walk with it to the top of the bed. The help looks at me with a questioning face. "I'm not binding those legs down at the end of the bed ," I explain to him. "I'll bind it near his head, so his legs and ass will be spread, opened up, and his ass will lift up in the air, while I'm putting another knot in it. " Within a few minutes, Leroy is ready. Laying down on his back, arms wide, legs wide, spread, and in the air. His ass and hole lifted from the bed, bare and open for the daddy. Slowly, I slide a finger up into his hole. Leroy seems to be a bit dry; he did not lube it. But if I have to guess, the daddy likes it dry and rough as it is; he might not even rim it. At the back of me, the daddy is coming out of the bathroom. His cock is really hard in his jock. "It took a while," he laughs . "I took a pill, so it will stay hard for hours. " "I'll give you the honor to whip my cock out ," he laughs to me. "You matched me up so...." I grab his jock and slip a hand inside. I can feel his hard cock. On his jock, there is a number; my eyes are getting drawn to it. "You like what you feel?" he asks me, wondering what that number on my jock means to? he smiles. "It feels really big," I tell him. "Oh, I guess that's just a number of some sort of brand, I guess,". The daddy starts to laugh. "It's my own brand mark .... It is the number of guys I poz up. 421 boys caught my DNA . 421 are pregnant with my viral load ," he whispers in my ear. "If I die, my DNA will still be all around, boy... and the boy that you matched me up with will be 422 if I'm done with him. I don't shoot blacks... I'll always poz them up. " With that, I grab his hard cock and then. I bend my own head to his ears; fuck him hard and fill him up. I whisper back, "No mercy for this backstabbing guy; he needs to get punished. " With that, I flip his cock out of his jock. Daddies cock is thin, long, and cut. He has some long-hanging balls. I can see some dirty yellow pre-cum hanging around the tip of his cock. Leroy sees it too. I guess you will get a rough fuck, I tell Leroy. I think you wish your first daddy would fuck you again, or Mark ... but this is something else I tell to him again. I can clearly see in Leroy's eyes that he is getting my point. He knows this is a partial revenge on my side. "That's okay, I deserve this, Jake ," he tells me then. Laying on his back, on his back, legs spread and bounded up. "I'll take whatever he has. It is really okay. I'll take my punishment as a man. " The daddy starts to laugh . "Good , then you don't mind this. " From his back, he gets the cruel condom and shows it to Leroy . I can see real fear and excitement coming up in Leroy’s eyes. The daddy gives it to me. "Please help me, boy, to get it over my cock." I do as he asks me and slowly pull it over his cock. It is really rough. the iron is slowly covering his cock. I guess ... this is going to hurt and tear him up? I ask the daddy. It's on, I smile at him. The help now starts to talk to me. "Let's go back to your own match. Let these boys have fun." I guess the daddy will have fun anyway. "Good luck to you, boy. It will hurt. I'm here for you tomorrow," the help smiles at Leroy. Slowly, we start to walk to the door, but I can't let it go. I need to see, so I look back. I can see the daddy taking his place at Leroy’s ass, putting the iron tip against the sphincter of Leroy's . "Don't you use lube?" I hear Leroy ask the daddy, "please?" "I don't , boy. I'll wreck your hole... " I hear the daddy respond to him. With that, I can see the daddy thrust hard against Leroy . It's like a car crash; he just rams it hard in. His big thin cock shoots up Leroy's hole, with his cruel condom covering his cock. His thighs slam hard against Leroy's ass. I see blood streams immediately running down his ass. Leroy screams really hard in pain. Nooo…. Fuckkkkkk. It hurts…… my hole!!!!!! Fuck!!!!! Dammmm!!!!!! Shit!!!!!! auch!!!!!! My hole….my hole….. please!!!!!! With that, we walk out of the door and close it. I can still hear Leroy scream in real pain, but now it's my time... part 6.4 I get to the room whit my help and I sit down at my bed. The help laughs. Your daddy, named Paul, is on his way, whit his partner. Ill leave the door open. Have fun. After a few minutes, my Daddy, with a wicked glint in his dark brown eyes, walks into my hotel room, his heavy footsteps echoing through the quiet space. He's carrying a silver ice bucket filled with something . The room is dimly lit, with the neon lights from the hotel and garden outside casting a bluish glow through the curtains. He's eager to see the expression on my face when he reveals the surprise. "Ah, my little blonde bitch, I've got something special to prep that tight, hungry hole of yours," he says. his voice sounds deep, rough and hoarse I'm nervous... Oh, you brought your picked item? Nodding to the bucket, I wonder what it is, I say to him. Did you bring your partner too? Where is he? In my mind, I am really wondering how daddys partner would look. Another rough daddy around the age of 55? I guess that would match? Daddy sets the ice bucket down on the nightstand with a thump, the bucket echoing through the room. He nods to the door, where the shadow of a figure, undeniably muscular and Latin, is cast against the wall. He looks fit as fuck, but it's still too dark to really see him. Im not sure what his age is… he could be young, old, I don’t know. But if I had to guess he looks a bit younger as daddy. Maybe 50? "You know it, boy," daddy says with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. " This is Felix, and he is eager to play with you too. But first, let's get you ready." He reaches into the bucket and pulls out something that looks like a frozen ice, in the form of a bullet. "This is going to make your ass nice and slick for us." He tells me, holding it in his hands. The chill of the treat sends a shiver down my spine; is this what I think it is? I can't help but lick my lips at the thought of what's to come. My daddy definitely made his entrance. He is really pressing the right buttons with me. I'm nervous, but I truly want to go on with him. Leroy was right; he is hot and dirty as hell. He definitely knows what he's doing. He knows how to play boys and make them willing. I can feel it. I'm starting to want him too. Get your shorts off, he demands of me. As quickly as I can, I drop my shorts, revealing a tight white jockstrap. My ass fits perfectly in it, showing my bubble butt. My cock is hidden behind the thin fabric but leaves no imagination . "Damn , what is that, Daddy?" I ask him. "Is it what I think it is?" "It's a frozen ass gift, my dear Jake," Daddy says, twirling the frozen ice bullet between his thumb and forefinger. "It's a little gift from the us of love. It's going to make your ass so inviting for us that you'll be begging for it. Its our frozen cum”. Photo of bucket with frozen cum I swallow. It's frozen cum??? I whisper. Fuck... my mind is spinning. Is this real? Frozen cum? It looks really cold. What is he going to do with it... wait? My hole, no... is it meant for my hole? "Is it your cum, daddy? Or from your partner too?" I ask him. Daddy holds the frozen cum up in the air. "This is from both of us, baby boy, its our frozen cum mixed together" he says, his gruff voice thick with anticipation. "It's a little something to show you how much we care about your tight, little ass. To prep it before we use it. Now bend over and let me show you how we use it." He steps closer to the bed where I am, the mattress squeaking slightly under his weight. His hand, large and calloused, reaches out to my cheek, gently turning his face towards me. "bend over and Open up," he commands, his voice low and seductive. As fast as I can, I put myself in a doggy position on the bed, my ass to him. I'll let myself lower, my chest on the bed, but my ass stays up high whit both hands i grab my cheeks and pull them apart. I am all yours daddy. My ass is yours to have fun with. Daddy’s gaze darkens with lust as he watches my willing submission. He takes the frozen cum and presses it against my tight hole. Slowly pushing it into me. The cold causing me to flinch and gasp. The coldness quickly turns to a gentle burn as the frozen semen starts to melt, coating my insides with a slick, sticky cold. "That's it, boy," daddy murmurs, his thumb circling around my hole as he pushes the frozen cum deeper. "You're going to love the feeling of being filled up with our love." daddy tells me softly. Behind him, Felix, the Latin lover, emerges from the shadows, his muscles tremble as he watches the intimate moment, his own excitement building. I can see dark eyes coming from the shadows, his breath heavy with anticipation. Felix looks way younger; he is definitely Latin and has a damn nice brown tan. If I have to guess, somewhere around 28 to 32. He is muscular , fit, with dark black hair, a small mustache, and beard, a smooth body, and tattoos on his chest and body. It looks like he has two biohazard tattoos on his chest, but I can't see it really clearly yet. Daddy is blocking the view. The room feels charged with an electric current of desire as the two men prepare to claim me in every way possible. I shiver from desire; meanwhile, I can feel the coldness in my hole, I can feel my insides it getting wet. The frozen cum load is melting inside me. I glance at Daddy and then at Felix. I have a mix of both loads right inside me. Daddy chuckles darkly at my reaction, his thumb still gently circling my hole and pushing a finger in to open me up. I can feel him pushing the frozen cum deeper in me. "You like that, don't you, baby?" he says, watching as my eyes widen with a mix of pleasure and shock. "You're such a good boy, taking it all in for us." The room feels hotter as the anticipation builds. The sound of others getting fucked by their daddies outside my room fades away, leaving only the heavy breathing of us. The scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, a potent mix of tobacco and something darker, more primal. This has to be from daddy. He smokes cigars, mixed with his smell of sweat, frozen cum, and who knows what else . Daddy leans in closer, his beard brushing against my ass cheek and my back as he bends over me to my ear. He whispers in my ear, "Felix is going to love fucking you just as much as I will." He winks at Felix , the silver necklace around his neck glinting in the dim light. Withdrawing the partially melted frozen cum load, daddy licks it clean, tasting their combined essence and then swallowing it himself. “Now, let's get started.’’ I watch both of their smartwatches; now a first cum load is dropped in my hole. I can still feel their cold cum coating against the walls inside me, and I haven't even been fucked yet. Will their watches light up red? Are they both poz? How toxic are they? Do they have a huge viral count? And what does the tattoo mean that Felix has? The number, the date? Daddy's eyes follow my gaze to the smartwatches; a big smile spreads across his lips. He bends over me again and nods, his beard brushing against my ear as he whispers, "Yes, baby, we're both positive. And we've got enough toxic love to fill you up." His hand slides down to his own crotch, giving his thick, pulsing cock a squeeze. The watches on both men's wrists flicker red, almost in sync with their racing hearts. Damn , I moan in excitement . "Felix, why don't you come over here and let Jake get a closer look at your ink?" Daddy says. Daddy steps aside, allowing me to fully appreciate the dominant presence of two biohazard tattoos on Felix's chest, the dates 2024 and 1,000 loads 09-15 etched beneath them. The ink seems to pulse with the rhythm of his heart, a silent testament to their shared secret. "You see, Jake, that's the date he became part of the family," Paul says with a proud smirk. "And the number? That's how many times he's been filled with the love of a real man before he turned positive." When I met Felix, he was 28. Back then, we made a promise that I would poz him. Only after he took his first 1,000 loads was he allowed to test, to make it a special number. And guess what... after those loads, the first test was positive. Paul grins. This reminds him and me of it every day. Now he is 29 and spreading my daddy's toxic load to honor me. Photo of Daddy and Felix The room feels like it's spinning around me as he processes the information. The idea of being the next in line, of joining this twisted ritual, sends a thrill through my body that I can't resist. I eagerly shake with my ass on the bed, my knees on the soft mattress with my ass to Daddy. "Good boy," Daddy murmurs, his hand reaching out to stroke my hair. "Now, let's show you what it means to truly serve your Daddy ." My mind is spinning, a little in doubt. Is this what I want? Do I really want both guys using and fucking me? Do I want them to cum inside me, maybe even poz me? I'm not sure, but this is so hot. My body wants it; my hole craves them. I need to... my hole is dripping cum from their frozen loads. Well, I'm probably already too late. And I don't want to give Mark the credit to poz me. One of their shared cum loads is already melting deep inside me. So...... let me take all of them. Felix steps closer, his black smart still glowing red. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a fierce hunger to fuck, to use, to abuse, and to breed. I run a hand over his tattoo, touching the numbers with possessive fondness. "You're going to be part of our history, Jake," he says, his voice thick with lust. "We might even give you your own tattoo. Every time you look at the tattoo, you'll remember the night you became one of us." I love that idea. It makes me even harder and hornier . Is it a possibility to be like Felix? I love his ink; I love the thought. I want them both to have me. I gently lean up to him and start to kiss his biohazard tattoo on his chest, my mouth and tongue licking the curves of his biohazard tattoo, slowly moving to his nipple. I'll take his nipple in my mouth and lick it, my tongue turning circles around it . Daddy watches my innocent exploration with a predatory gaze. My cock twitches in my jockstrap, straining against the fabric. The head of my cock is peeking out from my jockstrap. "Look at our little slut," Daddy murmurs to Felix, who's now fully erect. "He's eager to taste the power of his new daddies." Daddy reaches down to stroke my smooth hair, guiding my mouth to Felix's cock. "Now, boy, show us what you've got. Suck him like you mean it." Slowly i take Felix cock in my mouth, licking his cock head. sucking him a bit deeper so my lips run over hiss haft. Felix gasps as my warm, eager mouth encloses his cock, the sensation of my tongue on his sensitive skin is sending shockwaves through his body. His hand instinctively goes to the back of my head, guiding him deeper, feeling the softness of my hair and the heat of my breath. I am tasting pre-cum mixed with the remnants of a ass he fucked just before me. "That's it," he groans, his grip tightening. "Take it all, boy. You're going to make a perfect breeding ground for us." Daddy cannot resist the sight of my enthusiastic service, stepping closer, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his own cock. The head, slick with pre-cum, bobs with each beat of his heart. His eyes are on the tattoo that marks Felix as his property, the red light of their watches casting an eerie glow across their bodies. His hand moves to my shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he watches my head bob up and down, taking in Felix's cock with a greediness that only serves to fuel my own desire. Daddy strokes himself in time with my movements, his thoughts racing with the knowledge that he's about to add another boy to his knocked-up list. The scent of sex fills the air, a potent mix of arousal and dominance that sends a shiver down my spine. Daddy leans in, whispering into my ear, "You're going to take us both, baby. We're going to fill you so full of our cum that you'll never forget who your real daddies are." His voice is a mix of gravel and honey, a siren's call that sends a tremor through my body. I feel Daddy's hands reach around my body, grabbing my shirt . His calloused hands make quick work of the buttons; he just rips my shirt off. The fabric tears away to reveal my smooth, pale skin. Daddy's eyes rake over my body. He runs his hand down my back, tracing the contours of my spine before reaching my ass cheeks. He squeezes my ass gently. I let out a muffled moan around Felix's cock. My jockstrap is getting really tight. I'm getting really hard in it while I keep sucking Felix. My eyes watch above, over the muscular belly and chest of Felix, clearly showing his tattoos, seeing his face in pleasure and smiling while I suck him. My eyes are red and watering. Daddy's rough fingers trace the line of my jockstrap, feeling my cock straining against the fabric. His gaze lingers on my bulging cock, I can see Daddy's own desire growing with every second. He steps closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You're doing so good, baby," he growls, his hand moving to my crotch. Then he yanks my jockstrap down, freeing my rock-hard cock, which bounces back, erect and leaking pre-cum. Felix, why don't you take a break and let me show Jake what a real daddy's cock tastes like? Daddy growls Felix pulls back his cock. I feel it slide out of my mouth. My spit drips on his shaft and down my mouth as he pulls back. Drops of spit fall onto the floor. Daddys takes Felix place, his massive cock in front of my face His cock covered whit thick veins, pulsing with the beat of his heart. "Look at it, boy," he says, his voice a gruff whisper. "This is what a real man's cock looks like." He grips the base of his shaft and guides it to my watering mouth, watching as i eagerly opens my mouth up. my eyes still watering slightly from my previous task. "Take it all in, baby," he commands me, pushing inch by inch into my warm wet mouth. The taste of his precum mingles with the lingering flavor of Felix Daddy's cock is really big and thick, almost too thick. I struggle to get it down my through Daddy chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through his cock, which makes my eyes water even more. "Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice sounds like a rough rumble. "You'll get used to it. That's what good boys do, they take it all for their daddies." His grip tightens slightly on the back of my head, guiding my movements as he fucks my mouth with a steady, deep rhythm. The salty, musky taste of his pre-cum fills my mouth, the scent of desire and power overwhelming me….. I’m drooling….. Spit and gag is running down my chin, onto the bed and floor, while daddy is fucking my mouth Daddy's eyes bore into me, watching me struggle with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. "That's right, take it," he murmurs, his hand moving to the back of my head, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but the sound only motivates him to continue . He can feel the power he has over me, the control he holds in this moment. The red glow from their watches seems to pulse with his rhythm. The room seems to spin around me in a haze of lust and submission. The sound of my gagging fills the room. I cough around his cock. I want to take it all, but it's so thick. His balls swing with every thrust he makes . Daddy's hand moves to my chin, his thumb brushing away the drool that sticks to the corners of my mouth. He smiles, the kind of smile that holds the promise of a thousand dark secrets. "Good boy," he says, his voice a gentle rumble. "You're doing so well for us. But you are going to take it all the way in your throat." With daddy's thick cock in my mouth, I nod vigorously, trying to show him that I'm ready and willing to take whatever he gives me. I want to pleasure him, to make him feel as good as I know he's going to make me feel. My eyes water and my throat tightens around his shaft as I struggle to take him deeper, but I don't pull away. I want to be a good boy for him, to make him proud. Daddy 's grip on my head tightens as he senses my determination. "That's it," he murmurs, his hips bucking slightly with each gag. He can feel the head of his cock touching the back of my throat, the sensation exquisite. His own breathing quickens, his heart racing with excitement. "Look at you, boy," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. "Taking it all like a champ." My eyes water profusely as I try to take all of Daddy's cock, my throat muscles straining around his thick shaft. I grip the bed sheets, my knuckles turning white as I focus on not choking. Daddy 's smile widens, his eyes lighting up with fierce excitement as he watches my desperate efforts to please him. With a sudden and powerful thrust, he pushes his cock deeper, filling my mouth completely until his balls slap against my chin. My eyes go wide with shock and the need to gag, but I hold on, my throat muscles working around his thick cock. I'm swallowing, gagging, coughing his cock deep in my throat . His thick cock scratching deep in my throat . Tears running down my face . The sound of my muffled whimpers fills the room, mixing with the wet noises of Daddy 's cock sliding in and out of my mouth. The scent of sex grows stronger as the tension in the air thickens. Felix approaches the bed, his own cock still hard and wet from my mouth. He holds the next frozen cum load between his thumb and forefinger, watching as Daddy 's cock stretches my mouth wide. "Looks like someone's ready for round two," he says with a wicked grin, his voice thick with lust. He presses the cold frozen cum against my hole; the cold contrast makes me gasp around Daddy 's cock. I feel it being pushed inside me. I can feel it starting to melt in the heat of my hole. The feeling makes me shiver. It feels weird but also so hot knowing that I am getting filled up by them without even getting fucked yet. Daddy groans in approval, the vibrations of his voice resonating through his cock and into my mouth. His hand moves from the back of my head to his own balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as he watches the second frozen cum load disappear into my hungry ass. It is cold in my hole; I can feel the frozen cum melting inside my warm, hot, and wet hole. It makes me shiver again. The second load is in me, coating my insides. I am a slut, a real slut for them. The red glow from their watches seems to pulse in sync with their shared passion. "You're doing so well, baby," he says, his voice strained with pleasure. He pulls out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us briefly before breaking. Now, let's get you ready for some real fun. Daddy gives my cheek a firm pat, his beefy hand leaving a red handprint. "Turn around, boy, let's get you on your back," he orders me. I do as I'm told and lay on my back on the bed. Holding my legs up, presenting him with my hole. "Felix, hold him down," Daddy commands. As Felix's strong arms press against my chest, Daddy moves into position behind me, his cock slick with spit and precum. He grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders, his strong hands gripping my waist. He lines his cock up with my well- prepared hole, feeling the warmth and tightness that await him. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding with the anticipation of the claiming to come. "Ready? My heart races as Daddy’s cockhead pushes at my hole. The feeling of the coldness of the frozen cum load is now replaced with the heat of pure anticipation. My mind swirls with a mix of excitement and submission. Can i really take it? Can my body handle the size of his cock that is about to enter me? my eyes gaze to the red glow of the watches, a stark reminder of what's to come. I nod, my voice whimpers, "Yes, Daddy, I'm ready." The room seems to close in around me as i feel the first pressure, the head of daddy's cock is stretching me open. It burns, but there's a dark thrill to the pain, a promise of the ultimate submission. I brace myself, my muscles tensing, as Daddy pushes in, the sound of our bodies joining echoing through the hotel room like a declaration of war on my innocence. The head of Daddy's cock breaches my tight sphincter, the pop making us both groan as one. Daddy 's eyes roll back in his head, his teeth clenched in pleasure from the sensation of my tightness. He pauses for a moment, giving my body time to adjust before he starts to push in deeper; the wet sound of his cock slowly sliding in, together with my moans, fills the room. "You're so good, baby," he grunts, his grip on my legs tightening. "So fucking tight." At the same time, I am moaning too, moaning in pleasure. "Fuck, daddy, fuck... Your thick... Your cock... it feels so warm inside me." Slowly, I feel him slide deeper and deeper into my frozen cum-coated hole. I let out a loud yelp as Daddy’s cock slams into me in one swift, brutal thrust, the pain that burns through my body like a knife. The frozen cum inside me is being pushed even deeper, the coldness mixing with the burning sensation of being stretched wide open. My eyes squeeze, and my nails dig into the bed. I'm panting, my body trembling, but the pain quickly mixes whit something else, something darker and more primal. Feelings that I crave, a feeling I am his fuck slut, a feeling I am wanted, a feeling... of being filled up... Daddy's eyes never leave my face, watching the play of emotions-the pain, the shock, and finally, the surrender-as he buries his cock inside me. He feels the head of his shaft hit my prostate, my body twitching in response. Daddy is pushing his cock deeper and deeper against my second hole. "That's it," he says, his voice a low growl. "Take it all, baby." He starts to fuck me with a deep, powerful rhythm, the slapping of our bodies echoing through the room. The red glow of their watches casts a hellish light over the scene, a silent testament to the raw, unfiltered passion that drives our actions. My body almost slides off the bed, though Felix holds me down as Daddy's cock slams into me. I feel a sharp pain, reminding me of my submission. I moan deeply, a mixed sound of pleasure and pain as I feel my hole getting stretched to its limits. My mouth opens in a silent beg for more. The sensation of the frozen cum moving deeper and deeper on top of Daddy's cock inside me is almost too much to bear. It rams up through my second hole, lubing it all up with melting cum. I crave the feeling of fullness that only a cock can provide. Softly, I whisper , "Yes, Daddy, please... I need it." My hand moves to my own cock, stroking it in time with the rhythm of Daddy's thrusts. Daddy's eyes glint with satisfaction at the desperate whine in my voice. He knows I want it, I need it, and he's more than happy to give it to me. He reaches down to grab my wrist, pulling my hand away from my cock. "No, baby," he says, his voice a gruff command. "Daddy's in charge of that." He takes over the task, his hand wrapping firmly around my shaft, stroking it in time with his own powerful thrusts. "Now, where's my good little slut?" he asks me , looking to the side where Felix is waiting, his cock still rock hard. I see Felix standing there with his cock still hard, holding me down. I open my mouth, and I start to lick his cock, while Daddy keeps thrusting. Felix's eyes blaze with lust as I stick my tongue out to lick the head of his cock. He moves closer, positioning himself so that I can suck him, while Daddy continues to pound my ass. "That's right, boy," Felix says, His voice strained with desire. "Suck me like you mean it." I feel cum dripping out of my ass as Daddy fucks me with no mercy, my body trembling under the weight of his powerful thrusts. His hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking it in sync with his movements. Meanwhile, I've wrapped my lips around the head of Felix's cock, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Moans and whims escape out of my mouths, as daddy keeps ramming his cock up my hole. Moans and whims escape from my mouth as daddy keeps ramming his cock into my hole. I can feel my insides getting torn apart. His cock is roughly filling me up. But I want this; I need it. As Daddy's thick cock continues to stretch and fill me, the initial pain starts to fade away, replaced by an overwhelming wave of lust that crashes over me like a tidal wave. My moans become more eager, my body moving in time with his thrusts as if we're dancing to a primal rhythm. I feel my ass clenching around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper. The coldness of the melted frozen cum turns into a distant memory. My eyes lock onto Felix's; his hands hold me in place as he watches Daddy claim me. I can't help but crave more. I can feel Daddy's cock thrusting in my hole, my mouth watering as I suck Felix's cock deep in my mouth, feeling his cock pulse with each beat of his heart. This is what I am made for; this is my destiny. I am a fuck slut. Daddy grunts with approval as I start to relax and enjoy more of his cock, his strokes growing rougher, his hips pounding against my ass with each thrust. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice a gravelly growl. "You like being Daddy's little slut." He glances at Felix, whose eyes are glued to the sight of Daddy’s cock disappearing into my hole. "You want some of this, too, don't you? I nod eagerly, my eyes glazed with need as I feel Daddy's hand tighten on my cock, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. I suck in more of Felix's cock, trying to deep throat him, but he is so big... the taste of pre-cum is making me moan. Moans escape my mouth around the shaft of his cock; it sounds like a hot mumble. The pain in my ass fades away into something darkly pleasurable, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my body. I nod again, my voice a breathless whimper, "Yes, Daddy. Yes, please. Let him fuck me too." Daddy's smile widens, the thrill of the power play rushing through him. "Good boy," he murmurs, his strokes becoming faster, more demanding. Then he pulls out of my ass with a wet pop, watching as my hole clenches and relaxes, begging to be filled again. "Felix," he says, his voice commanding, "It's your turn." Felix's eyes are filled with a hunger that only gets worse at the sight of Daddy's cock leaving my stretched hole. Felix walks to me, switching places with Daddy; the head of his cock is really big and slimy from my mouth. He grabs my hips, "You ready for me, baby?" he asks, his voice a low growl. I nod my head. My eyes are full of lust. I want to be fucked so badly. I want to feel every inch of his cock deep inside me. I want it to hurt, I want it to be real. I moan out loud. Felix's grip on my hips tightens as he lines up his own thick, veiny cock with my gaping hole that's already been so thoroughly prepared by Daddy. His eyes meet mine in a silent moment, preparing for what's coming next. Then he slams into me, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. My scream fills the room, a mix of pain and pleasure as I'm split apart by the huge size of the Latin cock. Fuuuuccccckkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!.............. I yell out loud. His red glow from his watch seems to pulse in time with the harsh slaps of flesh on flesh, the room echoing with the sounds of raw passion and dominance. The pain is unbearable as Felix rams his cock into me, but it's a sweet agony that I crave more of. I can only manage to moan around Daddy's hand that's now wrapped around my throat, his other hand still stroking my cock. My body feels like it's being torn apart, but the lust consuming me is too intense to let me care. I feel Felix's cock hit a spot inside me that makes me see stars, and I know that's my second hole. The sensation is indescribable, like nothing I've ever felt before. Felix's grip on my hips tightens even more, he stares down at my body beneath him. Each thrust is like a declaration of ownership, a brutal claiming that leaves no room for doubt. His cock slams into my hole, scratching my prostate whit each trust. my body tensed up and willing. a delicious display of pleasure-pain for Felix and daddy. Then Felix trusts even harder. His cock shoots up my hole, further than ever before. His balls slap hard against my ass. I feel his cock head shoot deep inside me and a deep sharp pain . I yelp. Pain mixed with lust is taking over my body. I yell hard. AHHHHHHHH.... SHITTTTT...... DAMNNNNN ..... my voice is muffled by daddy's grip on my throat. But it cannot prevent my screams from being clearly audible His cock head pushes through my second hole, ripping my insides even deeper. I can feel my second hole getting torn apart. Fuckkk... nooooo... you're making me bleed, I mumble to him. Felix and Daddy both keep watching me, holding their eyes on me, grinning. “That's the purpose” , Daddy whispers, “take it all... Take all we have...” With the intense pain, I feel myself also in lust. Felix's cock is deeper than anyone has been. Fuck me... fuck me... I moan, fuck me hard... The pain is intense, but it's what I want, what I need. Each thrust from Felix sends waves of pleasure through my body, mixing with the tight grip on my throat from Daddy. The walls of my hole are being ripped open inside me, cum coating my insides, their DNA mixing with mine. i can feel them becoming part of me. slowly some red ass fluid is dripping out of my hole. Felix is really ripping my hole, but i don’t want it to stop. He can do whatever he likes. I need this. I need them both I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my ass clenching around their cocks. I beg for more, my voice hoarse and desperate. Daddy leans over me, his warm breath smelling to cigars, in my ear. "You're doing so good for us," he whispers, his own cock still rock hard and throbbing. He kisses my neck, his teeth graze my tender skin. "Ready for more?" I nod my head, my eyes begging. "Yes, Daddy. I'm all yours," I manage to croak out, the words barely audible. I want them to claim me, to fill me up with their cum…. their viral load. Felix pulls his cock out of my hole with a wet plopping sound, his cock glistening with a mix of cum, ass fluids, and my blood. Felix drops down on the bed and lies back, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving me. Daddy gives my neck one final squeeze before letting go. My eyes are glazed with pain and pleasure as I watch Felix lay down, his cock still standing tall and proud. I move shakily to straddle my Latin stud, my legs trembling but eager for more. I lower myself onto Felix's cock, feeling my hole burn as it stretches me open again. But this is what I want, what I need. Daddy watches with a possessive gaze as i start to ride Felix, the latin man's cock disappearing into my hole once more. Daddy’s cock twitches with anticipation as he moves into position, climbing onto the bed. "Ready, baby?" he asks, his voice a low whit a animalistic growl. I nod my head, my voice barely audible, " I'm not sure, but I am yours to use." The words come out in a desperate, needy plea. I'm trembling with anticipation, my body begging for more of the pain and pleasure that comes from being used by these two powerful men. Daddy’s smile is cold and hungry as he positions himself behind me, his cock slick with precum and my ass juices. He aligns his cock with my stretched, reddened hole, feeling the heat and tightness, while Felix cock is still in me. "You're going to take us both, baby," he says, his voice low and gruff. "You're going to be our little cumdump." As Daddy starts to push his cock into me alongside Felix's, the pain is unbearable. It feels like I'm being ripped apart, but the need to be filled and claimed by them both is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard to muffle my screams, my eyes watering as they both stretch me beyond my limits. My sphincter is resisting daddy’s cock. But daddy keeps building up his pressure. Daddy’s eyes are dark with desire as he watches the head of his cock pushing against my stretched up hole, my sphincter fighting against it, but slowly failing. He leans forward, whispering into my ear, "You're doing so good, baby. Just a little more." His hand moves to my hip, guiding me down onto Felix's cock, the two of them inching closer together. The sound of skin on skin, cock against cock, and the muffled grunts of effort are filling the room. With one final push, daddy cock breaches my sphincter, the head popping in with a wet, painful sound that makes my eyes roll back in my head. my body convulses as Daddy’s cock slices through my resistance, the pain unlike anything i ever felt before. But with it comes a rush of adrenaline, a sense of being used and claimed that makes me scream out, "Fuckkkkk……... Ahhhh……... Damn…….... Noo……... My hole!!!!!! My hole!!!!!! Your ripping me!!!!! Fuck!!!!!!. I need you both!!!!!!!!" I can feel their cocks rubbing together inside me, the friction is sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my body. My ass is theirs to ruin, their playground for the night. two massive, toxic cocks pounding in me. Daddy's strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady as he begins to fuck me in the same rhythm as Felix. The two cocks slide in and out of my hole, their rhythm matching perfectly despite the difference in their sizes. My eyes are squeezed shut, my hands grabbing the bed. Felix is covering my mouth while he lays under me, trying to muffle my cries. The pain is like nothing I have ever experienced, but it's mixed with a thrill that makes my cock throb. I can feel my ass being torn apart, stretched to the breaking point, but the idea of being used by these two powerful men, having both their cocks in me at the same time, getting double penetrated , only fuels my desire. The red glow from their watches pierces the darkness, a silent reminder of the dangerous game we are playing. The pain is unbearable, but somehow, it only makes me want more. I can feel Daddy's and Felix's cocks pushing against each other inside me, the pressure unreal. Each thrust feels like it's going to tear me apart, but I push back, eager to take them both deeper. My hole is stretched to its limits, and I know it will never be the same again. Some ass liquids are dripping out of my hole, deep red drops running down both their shafts, mixed with precum and remnants of their frozen cum. Daddy's grip on my waist tightens, his thrusts becoming rougher and harder as he feels the head of his cock sliding against the base of Felix's. The heat, the tightness, the horniness, and the desire to poz me are driving him wild. He bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration. "Take it, baby," he groans, his voice strained. "Take us both, all the way." My body is in a mix of pain and pleasure as Daddy and Felix double penetrate me rougher and rougher, their cocks moving in a synchronized dance of dominance. Each thrust feels like a knife, but the desire to be claimed by these two men overpowers any thought of resistance. My ass feels like it's on fire, the pain unbearable yet exhilarating. I feel their cocks stretching me wider and wider, pushing deeper into me. The sound of their hips smacking against my ass fills the room, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Sweat drips from my forehead, stinging my eyes, but I keep them open, watching the red glow from their watches, feeling the heat from their bodies against my back and chest, and gazing Felix's biohazard tattoo on his chest. It seems to dance in their thrusts and in our heat. Their grunts of pleasure only fuel the fire within me, making me want to push through the pain to reach that sweet release. I want their cum deep in me. As Daddy and Felix continue to pound into me, I feel the pressure building in my prostate, my body begging for relief. The pain is now a constant companion, a reminder of the depth of their claim. My ass is stretched so wide that I can feel the head of each cock graze against the other, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine with every movement. I can feel their cocks swelling inside me, and I know I'm close to the edge, my body ready to be claimed fully by these two toxic daddies. The pain reaches a limit, and I can't help but yell out, "Poz me, Daddies! I need it! Make me yours forever!" My voice is hoarse, the desperation clearly hearable as I beg for them to fill me up with their toxic cum. "Spray it deep inside me! I want to feel you both, together!" You ripped my hole, now take the rest of my body and soul. Make me yours Daddy's eyes widen with excitement as I desperately beg. He can feel the power coursing through him, the thrill of knowing that he's about to claim me completely, marking me with his toxic load. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice a mix of roughness and sweetness, his thrusts becoming more irregular, his cock swelling with anticipation. "You want to be part of Daddy 's club?" Felix's grip on my hips tightens, his thrusts going even deeper, ripping me up deep beyond my second hole again. "You're gonna take it," he says, his voice a harsh growl. "You're gonna be our little cum slut forever." The room is a orchestra of grunts, slaps, and the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, the red glow of their watches casting an eerie light over us, a silent testament to the power dynamics at play. Yeah... I want it... I need it...," I gasp , my voice a desperate whine as I feel their cocks pounding into me, stretching me so wide that I can feel my insides being rearranged. I feel my hole ripping, tearing by their cocks pounding in me. It's getting looser and looser with each thrust . Their cocks are sliding in easier and deeper. My hole is bleeding, wet with their precum and the frozen cum. I'm in love with this pleasurable pain. I'm in love with these daddies and what they are doing to me. My body is on fire, my ass a battleground for their dominance, and I've never felt more alive. "I want you both to fill me up, Daddies... Make me one of you," I beg, my eyes never leaving the red glow of their watches. Daddy's eyes gleam with excitement at the sound of my desperate begging, his strokes becoming more forceful as he feels his orgasm approaching. "You're going to take it all," he says, his voice a mix of promise and threat. "Every drop of Daddy's and my love, baby. You're going to be ours forever." With one final, powerful thrust, I feel his cock thrusting deep up my ass, his balls slapping against my ass. He roars with pleasure as he starts to cum, load after load. The feeling of Daddy's hot cum filling me up, next to another cock deep in my hole, is like nothing I've ever felt before. I can feel it deep inside me, mixing with my own ass juices, my blood from ass wounds , and the remnants of the frozen cum loads. I feel his loads shooting deep in me, coating my insides. His hot, warm cum fills me. His cock keeps pulsing with each cum load. I hear him growl deeply in my ear, his beard scratching my neck while he keeps filling me up. It's as if my body is being rewritten with each pulse of their cocks, turning me into their toy, their cumslut. His orgasm seems to last an eternity, each pulse of cum a declaration of ownership. I keep moving my hips, taking every inch of them, my body begging for more. I look down at Felix, his eyes locked onto mine, and I know he's close too. I lean down and kiss him, our tongues dancing as we share the taste of our lust. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, a symphony of lust and pain. The head of Daddies cock brushes against Felix's shaft, all in my hole. You're ours forever," Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with pleasure. "Felix, are you ready to breed him?" he shouts to him. I feel Felix's cock pulsing against the insides of my ass, and I know he's just as close. "Do it," I pant, my voice shaking with need. "Cum in me together, Daddies. Make me one of you." Felix's eyes bore into me, his pupils dilated with lust. He feels the pressure building in his cock, the need to mark me as theirs. With one final, powerful thrust, he joins daddy, filling my ass with his own hot cum. Felix shoots even deeper in me, his seed spraying way past my second hole. Massive loads. 4,6,7,9….. shots of sticky warm cum deep inside me. So deep and hard in me, I get a slightly nauseous feeling with each load he sprays deep in my guts. His cum shot so deep that it will never come out of me, even if I wanted it to. But this is what I want. I want to be theirs. The sensation of the two cocks inside me, pumping their toxic seed into my body, is overwhelming. the sensation of being claimed by these two powerful men sends me over the edge . my body goes is overdrive, my own orgasm crashing to me like a tidal wave. My cock starts to swell up and then I shoot. Cum shot after cum shot, while both cocks are still deep in me. My cum all over Felix's chest, over his muscles, over his biohazard tattoo and even some hit his face. My body shakes with the intensity of it all. "You're ours now," Daddy murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. My body still convulses with the feeling of their cocks inside me, the last remnants of me cumming. I just shot my load all over Felix. Maybe my last neg load? My ass feels like it's on fire, the pain and pleasure melding into a single, all-consuming sensation. I feel a deep connection to Daddie and Felix, a bond forged through pain and lust. My eyes lock onto the red glow of their watches as they both pull out of me , their cum leaking out of my ravaged hole. I know I became part of Daddie , a part of their club, forever marked by their toxic love. Felix flips me onto my back so he can get up from the bed, leaving me exhausted, lying on the bed. Daddy leans over and kisses my sweaty forehead, his breath warm and comforting, smelling of cigars. "Thank you, baby," he murmurs, his hand stroking my cheeks. "You did so well for us." The red glow from their watches seems to dim slightly, the intensity of the moment passing, but the memory of their shared power play will always stay with me now. My body is a trembling mess, my legs shaking while I lie on my back. My ass feels like it's been torn apart, the pain a constant throb that's somehow still delicious. I look up at the two Daddies with a mix of awe and gratitude. "Thank you," I whisper. "I've never felt so...used and wanted." The words come out in a breathless rush, my chest heaving with the effort. Daddy takes a moment to appreciate the sight of my ravaged ass, the blood and cum mixing together, leaking out of my hole on the white sheets. He nods to Felix, the unspoken signal that their work here is done. "You did such a good job for us, baby," he says, his voice full of satisfaction. "Now, we're going to let you rest and absorb your new reality." He stands, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with the remnants of their conquest. Daddy walks over to the nightstand and grabs a pack of cigars, lighting one up. The room’s silence is only broken by the crackling of the cigar as he takes a long, slow drag. My body feels like it's been through a meat grinder. The pain is intense, but it's a reminder of the incredible experience I just had. I lie there, my ass leaking cum and blood, feeling utterly used and absolutely satisfied. "Thank you, Daddies," I murmur with a weak voice again. Thank you so much . I am glad I picked you guys as my match. The daddy takes a drag from his cigar, the smoke curling around him. He looks at my wrecked ass, a smirk playing on his lips. "You did so well, baby, no thanks at all," he says, the pride in his voice unmistakable. "You really took everything we gave you. But now, it's time for you to rest." He pats my ass cheek before walking over to the closet and pulling out a towel. He tosses it to Felix. "Clean him up, lover," he says with a wink. "We're going to leave our little slut to absorb his new status." I feel a strange sense of pride in the destruction they've wrought on my body while the towel lands on my chest. Felix grabs it and starts to gently clean the cum and blood from my skin; his touch is surprisingly tender after the roughness of their fucking. Daddy takes another drag from his cigar. He nods at Felix, a silent order for him to clean himself too. Felix wipes off the cum I shot over his body. Slowly, Felix starts to finish the cleaning. "You've been a very good boy, Jake," Daddy says to me, his voice low and rumbling. "You took everything we gave you, and you liked it." He takes one last look at my stretched, gaping, leaking hole, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Now, it's time for you to rest," he adds, his tone firm but not unkind. "We're going to leave you here to think about what you've become. When you want another round, you know where to find us. " With that, they both start to walk away, getting through the door and closing it behind them. I'm done... my body is done... Then I fall asleep.

Part 14 I'm sitting all alone in the breakfast room, eating. Leroy left, and my mind is still thinking of a thousand things. Slowly, I sip on my coffee. After a while, I'm all done and start to walk out. Walking in the hallway, until in my mind I bump into someone. Damn . Did you not see me? I say out loud and a bit mad. I look up to see who it is. Fuck ... it's Mark, my date and crush. He just came out of the bathroom . "Hi there, Jake, it's just me. " Mark says to me "Guess this means I need to offer you a drink then to make it up to you," he laughs. I can only swallow. Damn, what luck this is... I just really ran into my crush, and he wants a drink with me. "Oh, okay, okay," I stammer and walk with him to the bar. Damn, here I am with Mark again... I should ask him. Should I? About his tattoo, about his status, is he positive , on meds, or just none of all? It might be very weird ... and he just came out of the bathroom. That's also not really the timing, is it? And it will ruin the drink, doesn't it? Maybe I can ask in a while or so, or over a few days? I don't know... As other guys are around us, this feels more private... so not now, I guess. Mark orders me a drink while we hang at the bar. "You really look cute again," he says to me. I can only blush. He is damn sexy again. His shirt is a bit dirty, though , like it has been on the floor or something. He takes the drink from the bartender and gives it to me. I sip . Damn , it's strong... "So what have you been up to, Jake ?" he asks me. I'm not sure I should really tell him everything about the roulette game. I don't want him to get jealous . I really like Mark , and I want him to be into me, so I make something up. "I had a swim day, walked through the park, relaxed, etc. And you?" I ask him. Mark laughs. "Well, I just dreamt about you. I missed you," while he grabs my ass and pulls me to him. I can't deny I missed him; I missed his tender love and hard fucking. I can feel my hole tingling again. So I kiss him, just a short kiss. "I missed you too," I tell him. "Did you train in the hotel gym? Looks like the holiday did you some good." Mark just laughs it away. "I did some exercises, but not in the gym here, Jake." He again squeezes my ass. I guess he meant our fuck? Is he? I can feel a boner pressing against my upper leg from him. He does not even try to hide it from me; he just pushes it even harder against me. Fuck . Should I ask now? I do like having him in me again, or am I ruining it then? I wonder... "You feel hard again," I stumble to say to Mark . "Well , Jake , that's because of you," he laughs. "You could help me with it." He grabs my hand and pushes it against his boner. I can feel his other hand slide into my pants, right here at the bar. I can only blush. Fuck , right here in public? But it does feel good with Mark here. "If you want, Jake , you can have a ride..." "Fuck... yeah... please," I whisper . "But I do need to ask you something first." Mark shuts my mouth. "If you want it, we have to be quick; I need to participate in a VIP meeting." So I have only like 15 or 20 minutes . What should I do ? Ask him... but Mark has no time; he has to be on time. Or... should I just go with him? We did fuck before... So what increased risk should I have? I guess none, so it's okay. I'll ask him later. "Okay, let's go," I say to Mark. I drink my glass empty really fast while we head out. We walk fast, and I'm not sure where to. Mark opens a door and quickly pushes me inside. I look around me... we are in the laundry room. "What ..." I want to say to Mark, but I won't let myself speak. He starts to kiss me intensely and is opening my pants in the meantime. He pulls them down together with my underwear, and one hand is gripping my cock and balls, and his other is on my ass. I'm instantly hard and horny. I get my shirt off, and before I really know it, I'm all naked in the laundry room, getting his pants open too. His cock just jumps out for freedom, and I immediately get on my knees and start to suck him. It's almost as if I taste ass from his cock, some hole he fucked. But that can't be; maybe it is just my mind, or it's me I'm tasting still. Mark gets his shirt off too, and I see his biohazard tattoo again. I still need to ask, but before I can do anything, his hands grab the back of my head and start to push my mouth deeper over his cock. Mark is taking the lead again. I have no choice, so I swallow him deep in my throat . My eyes start to water, my chin against his big balls and my lips pressing against his body. His cock is all the way in my throat, and he leaves it there for a few seconds. I start to gag and swallow on him while I look up. I can see his muscular belly, his chest with his biohazard tattoo and nipples sticking out, his face and a damn hot smile. He loves this. I can see him full of pleasure from having his cock deep in my throat . Then he pulls back, so I can breathe, and shoves it back in my mouth. He's fucking my mouth. I'm getting really hard myself from this, seeing how much joy it brings him by fucking my throat . Gag and spit are running out of my mouth to the floor. My eyes are red and full of tears. After some minutes, he lets me go and pulls me back up. He starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth and our tongues wrestling with each other . He pulls me deep against him. I feel his whole body pressing against me. My knees get weak. I want Mark again, whatever it takes... "Fuck me," I ask him, whispering to him. "Get on the floor," he smirks at me, so as quickly as I can, I lower myself down, waiting for what is coming . When I sit down, I notice I'm surrounded by sheets and towels on the floor. They might be dirty or clean, but I don't care at all. My eyes are only on Mark now. Mark lowers with me, grabs my legs, and pushes them towards him, placing himself in the middle of both my legs. I feel a pair of fingers going through my ass and hole, rediscovering my sphincter, pushing in slowly. "Fuck," I moan as his fingers enter me. My hole reacts instantly; it tickles so good, it craves it. I know what that hole wants, Mark whispers . Your hole is so tight and wet again, Jake... Your hole is made to be fucked .... Meanwhile, he keeps fingering me and sometimes touches my prostate. He takes his fingers out and gets his cock against my sphincter. I can feel his wet, big cockhead pressing. My hole needs it indeed; I can feel it tickle…the craving for him inside me... But my eyes catch his biohazard tattoo again. I need to ask him... Mark... I want to ask... and Mark kisses me again, shutting my mouth. My tongue and his wrestle with each other . He can kiss damn good. And then I feel his cock enter me, just the tip, but enough to open me up for a bit. Fuckkkk . Yummmmmm . His cock in me, pressure on my insides. It feels so damn good, but Mark leaves it there, not going in all the way. He just starts to make small pounding movements, leaving me in heat and wanting more. I let soft moans come out of my mouth while we kiss. This is so hot, dam... I put my legs around him, offering my open hole to him. Lying on my back, having Mark half over me, intense kissing. But Mark still does not pound it all the way in. I need it.... I want it... My hands grip Mark's ass. I hold it tight . This might hurt, but this is what I crave, I think to myself. Then I pull his ass hard to me, really hard. In just a few seconds, I can hear the slamming sound of Mark thrusting hard against my ass. His cock shoots up into my hole, deep, rough, painful, and full of excitement. I feel his cock ram up against and through my second hole. It burns like hell. I let out a scream, but I hold him there-deep inside me-while I have a huge urge to push him out. But I don't . I hear Mark moan from excitement; his cock is swelling up. Shit ... shit... he is moaning. Damn . You just pushed me over the edge, Mark moans. I'm cumming already. Fuckkk ... I can feel him shoot a load in me, a warm, wet feeling deep in my hole. Load after load. A feeling my hole wants to feel. So I grab his ass tight so he can’t pull out. But my mind is in a fight. He is filling me up again , and I don't know if he is indeed poz. Mark ... thank you, I moan. Damn. You feel good in me. Again, I want to ask him. I need to know, even when I'm now too late.. . Mark, are you... but again he kisses me and starts to pound me hard. Fuckkk . Damn . I feel his cock deep in me, pounding my insides, ripping me open. Mark moans, "It's not done yet, boy; I have more for you...” Mark starts to pound me in heat, his balls tight and slapping against my hole. Fuck ... damn . This is good... I moan out loud . I love this... ouch, it hurts... don't stop, Mark, please ... The heat in me takes the upper hand. My hands are still on his ass, encouraging him to pound me deeper and deeper. My back starts to hurt from the pounding and movement on the ground, but I don't want him to stop. I moan out loudly , so I guess it should be heard even outside the room. My own cock starts to leak with pre-cum while Mark is fucking me roughly . He is pounding his cum load deeper and deeper in me, rubbing it deeper up in my hole and into the walls of my hole, so my body can soak his cum into me. Mark then pulls his cock out of me and stands up. "Suck me..." he commands. As fast as I can, I turn around and grab his cock. It is all slimy, mixed with my ass juice, his cum, and some blood parts. It looks so fucking hot, and I start to suck him. I taste all different flavors-from him, from me, from whoever . Meanwhile, one hand gets behind my head, and he starts to push me. He's mouth-fucking me; his big cock slides deep in my throat . My chin against his balls and my nose pushes against his body. In the meantime, I feel my hole leaking cum. Mark really fucks my mouth hard. My eyes are watering red; I cough up slime, but Mark keeps pounding. Here it comes, slutttt... I feel his cock swell up again, but now in my mouth and throat . Mark starts to shiver, and then I taste it. His cum shoots deep into my mouth and throat. A hot, wet, slimy, and salty taste, and my own urge to swallow. There is no other way... So I swallow, load after load. Mark just keeps cumming, more and more like there is no end to it. His load squirts in my back throat, and I need to cough... His cock flops out, but it is still squirting. Load after load, he shoots up against my face, mouth, chest, and all over my body. Thick cum drops hitting me and falling down over my body. I can smell it; I can feel it. Mark starts to laugh. "Jake , you look like a real hot slut now while," while he brushes through my hair . His cock is still hard, but he's done cumming. "Thank you, boy. You will sure remember this...". im still trying to get my breath. "Oh damn , it's over time; I need to run... "I'll catch you later, Jake ... He pulls his pants up and walks out. Fuckkkk . Here I am, covered in cum, my hole leaking, I'm pre-cumming , in a laundry room , all alone and naked. And I still don't know about Mark ... is he poz? Is he not??? But he just fucked me again... damn. Photo of Jake in the laundry room, covered in cum I stay put for about 5 minutes, catching my breath, and then I remember. I was supposed to meet Leroy at the bar. Damn . But I can't go like this, covered in cum. I wipe some off my face and lick it up. Damn , Mark tastes so good. I grab some sheets and towels from the floor and clean off my face and body. I hope I've gotten it all, and no one will see it. I look up; well ... there is a camera again, so I guess someone has seen it... I put my shirt and shorts on again and quietly walk out of the laundry room . I meet Leroy after a few minutes at the bar. Damn, you're late , Jake, and he watches me. Well ... I guess I don't have to ask why... he laughs . His finger wipes over my face, getting something off. Then I see it; it's a cum spot I missed. I guess you had some fun, he laughs, and with that, he licks it off his finger... WTF, I think. He does not know whose it is, but he just swallows it. Leroy really is a hungry slut... Am I becoming the same as him? Hey , your drink. I already ordered some... We have some small talk at the bar, and I start to relax . My mind lets go of all the poz stuff, and I am enjoying myself. We talked about dates, some hooking up , Leroy's daddy at home, and so on. We even chatted a bit about Mark , Jason, and the daddy Leroy had in the hotel. I'm not really paying attention to what is happening around us, but all of a sudden, the music on the podium starts to play, and the host walks up. Oh damn , right... it's time again. Photo of the main stage "Good day, all of you," the host says into the microphone. "It is time for an update again. Let's see the scoreboard ... " All the tops and bottoms are getting on the scoreboard again. I can see my name too. Let's put all the loads up and see the top score. Like a blow against my face, I see my name on the list, and it just jumps up on the scoreboard ... damn... it is almost in the top 10... 42 loads... What the hell ???? How ???? What ???? I see Kayode on the list, too. He's number 8. What is this? I did not take so many loads and hook-ups ? Leroy claps for me. "Damn, Jake. You have done a good job. Never knew this." The host talks again. "Well, I guess some might be surprised about their numbers. Let me explain. Some tops and bottoms have taken part in a roulette game. For the bottoms, there was a loaded dildo in the game. If it sprayed up your hole, it was a mix of cum from different guys, so all the guys count in the number. You did take their load, so... even when it was a mix... For the tops, some loaded more guys, so this way your load number will increase really fast. " Damn , what did I do? Did I really take that much ? Fuck ... I am really fucked... I do know loads of Mark count with it, but this? And from who are all these loads? Young , old? Fuck . And are they positive ? Have something else. Did the hotel check it or? Or am I really fucked now and positive ? I start to panic. My mind is overheating . Damn . But my hole tickles with me knowing I took that many loads. Am I really a slut? A cum dump... it looks like I am now? Fuck . I have a big urge to find some security and love... to find someone that I can hold on to. I guess ... I need Mark now more than ever... I want his big shoulders to maybe cry on, to have his arms around me and hold him. Even though I'm not sure he is positive, I don't think he is... is he... he could not... A little tear drops from my eye. Leroy laughs at me. Someone is proud, a tear of joy, he says to me. Leroy seems to think in a whole different way than I guess. The host starts to talk again. "Well, guys, we have all seen the new scoreboard . Some need to speed up , and others should keep up the good work. We have more for you. We had a guy in the roulette game who did not follow the rules. Because of him, we had to make some changes to the hotel program. As a result , we need to speed up the exposing party for a bit. I'm sorry for that, but word spreads fast, so we had to act. To keep some surprises , we thought of the following: Tonight will be Daddy's Night . For the bottoms, you will be matched with an older guy. You will get your updates via your smartwatches and log in to one of the panels. Your smartwatches will light up in the evening with your Daddy to show his status. This will be activated shortly. You are not allowed to tell anyone else, but you will know from him, and he will know from you. Do you all remember? When it lights up red, it's positive; when it lights up white, it's negative . If it lights up black , it's HIV . You can see more stats afterward , including if someone is on meds, PrEP, or so, but this is still not activated yet. All the guys are getting excited , yelling, clapping their hands , etc. But I can only think... fuck, is it true ? There are positive guys, and how likely am I to have taken one or more loads from them ? The host knocks on the microphone for attention Now ... I told you about the boy who broke the rules. We have thought about punishment, and I think we found something you will all like, the host shouts into the microphone . From the back of the podium, some helpers are running with a sort of platform on wheels. They bring it to the side of the pool and push it in. The wheels of the platform are getting pushed out until they hit the floor of the pool. It looks damm steady. Now let's bring the naughty boy up. On the main stage, I see a guy, chained up, getting pulled by some helpers onto the stage. He is Black and wears a jockstrap. Fuck... It's Kayode... It is him… He broke the rules. He took his tops shirt off in the roulette game. He pulled it off to see his chest, if he had tattoos, and begged for a poz load. Damn, that's why they all had red shirts on. It covered there biohazard poz tattoos. He did break the rule... The host starts to talk again. This bottom boy did not follow the rules, so he deserves some punishment. He wanted to know if guys were poz and who might become his poz daddy. He broke the rules of the roulette game by tearing off a shirt and begging the top. Now, we will make sure he will be poz…. but he will never know who his poz daddy will be.. . The host laughs dirty. He will take any load: poz ones, toxic and meds, neg ones, and all other things you guys have. We will whore him out, and he will get fucked and loaded many, many times. He has no say in it at all. His hole will be wrecked, like a real slut. It won't be able to close forever; that's how wrecked it will be. Even when he is home again, the host laughs. He will get fucked right here, in public. On the platform the helpers just put into the pool. Please, guys, guide him to it. The helpers are taking Kayode from the podium and guiding him to the platform in the pool. He is getting chained up on the platform, so he can't run, if he even wanted to. Photo of Kayode on the platform at the pool The helpers walk away, and just then... the platform starts to move... It is gliding on the floor of the pool, slowly and steadily to the middle of the pool, where it stops. Kayode is exposed, standing there in the middle of the pool on a platform so everyone can see him. What is the meaning of this? The host is asking for attention again. As you all see, the platform with the boy is in the middle of the pool. He will be chained and used there. So all the fucking will happen publicly, so everyone can watch. You can even swim out to him to watch as closely as you like. We thought of this... he will be punished today and tomorrow, right on that platform, in the middle of the pool. Non- stop. Videos and photos will be sent public on the internet and go viral, so he will be recognized at home and forever in the future, in his life. Everyone will know what a slut he is. So my guess is… this will be his life forever…-fucking on the streets like a whore... because no boss will ever hire a whore like him... with his photos and videos everywhere . Tops , don't worry. You won't be shown ... Remember, breaking the rules will have deep consequences. The boy will start with the VIP guys. Of course, their watches will light up too, so if you want to know, you can watch and support. Otherwise, wait till the real exposing party. After the VIPs are done, others can drop a load too. Just sign in. Now everyone have fun, and let the first VIP come up to the platform. Fuck , damn. He is punished . Dammm…. Poor Kayode. He will never recover from this... his life will be ruined. Fuck…. Then I see a VIP walk up and diving into the pool. A red light is flashing on the watch, under water. A first poz guy, I guess ... who is it? I watch closely . the VIP is swimming under water and gets up, just in front of the platform. Fuck... I'm fucked... no, really... no... he can't do that to Kayode... he can't do this to me... Really ??? It's Mark. He is smiling as he pushes himself up the platform, next to Kayode. Water is pouring off him, from his swim. His smart watch... it's red... it's red!!!!! I turn around as I hear the public clap and respond to Mark as the VIP.

Part 12 I wash myself all clean, especially my ass and hole. I clean my insides to get all the cum and piss out of me, as far as I can, knowing that there will always be a part that stays behind. But somehow , even knowing this, makes me a bit horny again. After a while, I dry myself and walk to the lockers. Wait up... this is not the same room as before. These are not the lockers I put my clothes in. I open one, and I see another jockstrap in it, though this one is clean. It has a word on it. Breed….. What the hell? Oh and there is more. I see a chastity cage. What do I need that for? And how do I need to wear that? I put it on, though I keep thinking this should be wrong. They probably made a mistake. I did not win the game, so the help might have brought me to the wrong room. I'll walk to the door to see if there is someone who can escort me to my own locker room and back outside. The door is locked. Now what, I think to myself? I knock on the door, but no one responds. I take a seat in a chair that's standing in the room. I guess they will notice it in a short time; they can track me by the smartwatch . After five minutes, the door opens, and the host from the game walks in. I'm sorry you had to wait, he tells me. I stand up, and just as I want to ask him to escort me to my own locker room and outside, he starts to talk again. You are here because you won the special prize at the first game. This is a sort of joker, and you placed yourself for this prize. Not only that, you have to choose the prize for the other winners too. Walk with me, please. I am a bit in disbelief. I still won? What did I win then? How? Who are the others? Quickly, I start to follow the host while he walks to one of the other rooms. There is a big screen on it, showing a lot of men. All the photos are taken from above their belts, and all have the same red shirts on. The host starts to talk again. You have to choose four men from this screen. You can scroll down to see more of them. I won't tell you the clue for now, but be sure you make a well-considered choice. i walk to the screen. damm, there are some hot guys. i scroll true the list on the screen. some are cute, sweet, looking friendly, rough, young, old and so on. what choise do i need to make and for what? do i need fit guys, young guys or expierienced guys that know more for mind games or so? ok i think to myself. lets pick 4 guys from diffrent cultures and ages. letssee. here... a white guy around 40 years old, short/bald shaved head. He seems fit and muscular . Hmmm . Oh, this guy is a ginger. He looks young, around 23 if I have to guess. And then a daddy , around his 60s? He looks nice, bald, with a beard and a bit of a belly. Who knows what type is needed ? Then my eye catches a 40-something guy. Bald , huge chest and arms, looks pretty rough and damn hot. I'll take him too. So I clicked on four guys on the screen. The screen shows: selection done. What did I just choose and for what? The host smiles at me. Thanks for your choice. A helper walks in and brings me a cocktail. We have to wait for a while until the games are all done and the winners are ready. "Who has won?" I ask. "Was it Kayode?" "I can't tell yet," the host tells me. "But you will soon find out. Try to relax a bit. " The host asks the helper to give me a massage for the time being and walks out of the room. So the helper does as asked. I walk over to a table, lie down on it, and the helper starts massaging me. He especially takes care of my legs, feet, and back . He has strong hands, and it feels like it's just what I need. I almost fall asleep when I hear the door open again and the host walks back in. Almost 30 minutes have passed. "It is time," the host tells me. "The winners are known , they are ready, and the rooms are cleaned. Please come with me to join the winners." I get off the bed, thank the helper, and quickly walk behind the host. "Each building has one winner," he tells me. "Still remember, we had three buildings with each three big rooms. So now there are three winners and you, the fourth . The host leads me to the door of one of the larger rooms, and we walk in. It is dark, but some lights are following us-just me and the host. He stops and orders me to get to his left side. I wait, staring into the darkness. "Who are the winners?" Then one light goes on. It's a Latin boy with tattoos on his chest and curly hair. "This is José," the host calls out loud . He is from Venezuela , 26 years old, and came to the hotel together with his lover, Carlos. José won the roulette game in building 1 . The second spot goes on. A feeling of joy gets through my body. He did it. He won, I think to myself. The host starts to talk again. "This is the winner of building 2: Kayode. He is from Africa and 21 years old. Fun fact: his name means 'bringing joy.' Well, I can say this: the boy did bring joy. Then the third spot goes on. A long, small guy with long hair and tattoos over his arm, chest, and leg appears. "This is Finn. He is from the USA, 23 years old, loves to skate, and, of course , cruises the skating park in the evenings . He is the winner of building 3. "And then we have you, Jake ..." the host calls my name now. "The winner of roulette game 1. So this makes you the fourth winner, a winner of the special prize . More spots go on now, and I can see a big group of guys standing at the wall of the big round room. They are all around us, and we are standing in the center of the room. Again all the guys are wearing red shirts. In the middle, there are four black leather benches. Some faces look familiar. I have seen them before, but where ? The host starts to talk again. You guys won this first roulette game in the hotel. You can definitely see the young, willing, and eager one took their prize to stand here before all of us. To show you respect and your willingness, we have the following prize for you . Another fuck , but a fuck with no time limit, no challenge , no nothing. Just a fuck for the winners, where you guys fuck next to each other , in whatever position or whatever you like. There are just a few rules . The crowd standing here watches but is not allowed to fuck your asses; like all in the hotel, it is bare only; their shirts stay on. There is another thing... Jake won the special prize, so he picked four guys from this crowd. They will play with you guys. Jake did not know yet the reason he had to pick out guys, and he has not seen them in real life yet in the game. And Jake….. you have to couple them to each winner. Here they are, our four tops. The crowd starts to clap, and four guys walk up. It's the daddy type , the ginger, the short shaved older one, and the last guy I picked, a muscular older short shaved guy. He is really huge... I guess he lives in the gym? That goes through my mind. Now Jake, you can match all the guys together. Think before you match. You have a big responsibility, matching guys for a play, with big consequences. I'm not sure what the host means with this. But, who should I match? Who likes who? I'm observing the tops and the bottom guys. We all wear a jockstrap whit the word; breed. At least the winners/bttms do. The tops all wear a red shirt covering there chest and wearing shorts or underwear. I’m trying to see some sort of flirting, winking, or whatever, but nothing. They are all checking each other out, but there's no sign that someone is more interested in someone. Fuck... Well, I might then start to match myself first. That's the easiest part. Let me think... I guess ... I guess ... I'll take that big muscular guy. I think he will fuck like a beast, and guys like him will probably never have any interest in me outside this hotel. OK, I know, I point to the big muscular 40-something guy with the short shaved head. I match him with me. Good choice, the host calls to me. That's settled then. Now tell me the other matches you made. I start to think again. Let's start with Kayode, my friend. The old daddy, nah... that leaves me with the young ginger guy and the 40-year-old bald guy. If I think about the reaction and face Kayode gave at the first round, I guess he likes a bit older instead of his own age. Let's do that. I point to the bald shaven guy; I'll match him with Kayode. I can see Kayode smile and nod to me. I guess I made a good match for him after all. Now it's just José and Finn . Well , Finn cruises, so I guess he doesn't care who he is with , as long as he gets cock. And José , I don't know at all. Whatever, I guess... Finn with the daddy and José with the ginger guy, I call out. Perfect, Jake, then all matches; a help will guide you to one of the black leather benches . The Latin boy José is the first one with his ginger top to be guided to the bench . The host intervenes and calls out, let his boyfriend gets closer so he can watch and smell it all up close. His name is Carlos; he has dark, curly hair, a hot brown tan , and an orange jockstrap on. He walks up to José and the ginger top. José and the ginger are sitting down on the bench and start to kiss, while Carlos sits with them and watches . He can't stop them; he can't do anything but just watch. Now it's Kayode's turn; the top smacks his hand on Kayode's ass and kisses him when they start to walk. Kayode turns around and jumps into his arms, his legs wrapping around his hips. The top walks with him, carrying him like this to the bench and lays Kayode down. I was hoping to get you, Kayode tells him, just loud enough for me to hear. Then it's Finn with the daddy. Indeed, Finn looks like he doesn't care and grabs daddy by the crotch, pulling him to one of the benches. Now I am up; the help leads me to one of the middle benches, so I am between other bottoms . On my left, Kayode, and on my right, the couple. The big muscular daddy is grabbing my shoulders and starts to massage me. He's strong. Very strong. If he wants to, he can control me in all ways thinkable . He starts to kiss my neck while he is sitting behind me. I can feel the stubble of his beard tickle me. It feels nice. His hands are discovering my body over my chest; my nipples-he even plays a bit with them-before his hands go lower. Over my belly and to my jockstrap. One hand is trying to feel my ass, and the other is grabbing my bulge. Damn, he feels sensual. His hand goes under the jockstrap, and he starts to feel my cock and balls. He can't really move his hands all the way around my balls because the jockstrap is too tight . So he gets his hand out, grabs the jockstrap, and then pulls real hard. The jockstrap breaks... I see him smile a bit while he is still kissing my neck. He grabs the jockstrap and throws it away. Here I am, all naked and a lot of guys watching me being naked and getting foreplay from this guy. He grabs my balls and cock and starts to play with them. I'm checking next to me. I see Kayode giving a blowjob to his match. José is sitting on the lap of his ginger, kissing, and one finger in his hole. His boyfriend Carlos is watching the ginger's fingers up in his boyfriend's hole. And the daddy is already rimming his long-haired match, Finn. I can feel my top pressing his fingers against my hole while he is masturbating me. My hole is still a bit loose from the role-play game, so he doesn't have to press hard before I can feel his finger slowly getting in me. Mmmm . It feels so damn good. My body just loves this: the feeling of someone in me. I moan softly in the ear of the top while he is still kissing my neck. Behind me, he is pulling his own underwear off. My top is naked, sitting behind me, only with his red tight shirt on. My cock is getting hard again, and I can clearly feel he is too. I grab his cock and balls and start to play with them. I let his balls run through my fingers; they are big and full. The top gets back to my ears and starts to lick them sensually while I keep stroking him and playing with his big balls. "All that's in there is for you," he whispers in my ear . Damn . I can hardly hold his balls in one hand, so there has to be a lot of cum in them. Mmmm . Slowly, he lets me lay down on the black leather bench. It feels a bit cold but soft. It's a way better feeling in my back than the spinning wheel earlier . His cock and balls appear at my face when I lay down on my back, and I grab them with my mouth. I nibble on them and slowly suck his balls into my mouth, my tongue playing with them. He is shaved smoothly . Then I let his balls loose and start to kiss his cock. He's half hard, cut. My mind races: let's get him hard, let's see how big it gets. So I start to suck his cock now, softly and gently . His cock tastes clean. I feel his warm cock in my mouth, getting harder and harder as I keep sucking it. Then I try to deep throat it. It is big, though , so I start to gag a bit. But I keep trying... and just after a few tries, I got it. His cock is deep in my throat . His balls slowly slap against my forehead and nose while he pushes in and out. My mouth and throat are his to use. I am his to use; that's what I am, that's what I love now. Then I feel a mouth around my cock too. My cock is being licked, played with, and before I know it, it's getting sucked. What's this? This is new for me? I try to check it out, but because I'm sucking my top, I can't really look down. The top notices it, and I hear him tell me, "I wanted a piece of that slutty boy cock too, so enjoy. " Fuck . Damn . This feels so good. So the top is sucking me too. Here I am, lying down in position 69, with other guys watching. Fuck , I like this. I suck my top as well as I can, and I feel him thrusting in my throat . I'm doing the same to him. I can feel his spit dropping down over my balls. He's really making me wet . And I? My own spit is dropping down his shaft and my cheeks . After some 10 minutes, he gets off me. Both our cocks are hard and shiny from spit. Damn, he is huge. Damn , his muscular body looks so intense with his hard cock hanging right under it. He walks around me and stops at my ass. He grabs my legs and in one pull, pulls me to him until my ass is at the edge of the bench. He puts my legs on his shoulders . I guess he will fuck me rough now, goes through my mind. I grab the bench and start to prepare myself for a hard and painful thrust that opens me up. But instead, the top kneels down. What ? Where is he going? My legs push over his shoulders and then he bends forward, his face burying in my ass. He pushes my ass apart and really dives his face in. I can feel his mouth against my sphincter, and he starts to kiss it and blow against it. I shiver. Damn, this is hot and feels good. His tongue now starts to lick me and push against my hole. He...he...is eating me. The top licks my hole wet and pushes his tongue in me, and I can only moan loud . This feels fantastic... In the corners of my eyes, I can see all the guys watching, eye-fucking me. I can see the other bottoms . They seem to enjoy themselves too. I can clearly see that Finn's hole is really wet and slimy from the spit of Daddy . He is getting mouth-fucked now. Threads of spit and slime are running down his chin. Daddy gets his cock out now and pushes Finn on his back. He takes his legs and spreads them like breaking a twin popsicle . Holding them wide and positioning his cock against his wet hole . I can hear Finn clearly scream , "Break my hole, fuck me bare, use me. " I see Daddy just thrust real hard into him. Finn can only yell and moan loudly . Some guys start to applaud . When I watch José , I can see him climb on top of the ginger boy. Damn, I think that ginger looks good. He has a really big cock-bigger than I thought he would be. He really looks fit in that tight red shirt. José is trying to position the ginger's cock against his hole, but he is a bit in trouble. His boyfriend Carlos then takes the ginger's cock in his hands. Is he now helping his boyfriend to get fucked? He is... I clearly see him positioning the ginger's cock against the sphincter of his boyfriend José. They even look at each other and wink... then José lets himself drop down on the bare hard cock of the ginger while he lets out a growl... fuck, that's love... I watch Kayode; he is lying on his back too, just like me. He's getting a rim job as well, and he is clearly loving it, like me. He watches me. We both laugh and stick out each other's arms. We grab hands while both of us are getting eaten. We gaze into each other's eyes. This is the best… Together with a friend, having both our holes eaten and prepped for a good deep fuck. What the hell do you want more? Both our tops interact too. They see us holding hands while they both eat our asses. They grin. My top calls the host. "If these boys are holding hands while both are getting rimmed, can we taste both holes? " The host thinks for a second. "Yeah, sure," he calls out loud . "Only rimming, but you guys are matched, so you both top your own boy. " Both tops laugh and stand up. I get a smack on my ass, and then they switch places. I hold my legs up, and Kayode's top takes position at my hole. He instantly starts to lick me deep. I let out a soft moan. Meanwhile, I can see Kayode getting the same treatment . "Sweet hole," I can hear him say between my ass. "Tastes like a willing boy hole. But I do like that black meat more," he winks at me. I can just see the wink, watching through my open legs. "Fuck , he can lick good." He is mixing his spit and Kayode's ass fluids with mine. He is really tongue-fucking me. I even feel a finger coming up in my hole. "Damn . " The host now intervenes , "Only rimming. Nothing more. I already did you guys a favor. So, get back to your own matches again. " The tops swap back again, and they both start to lick our holes again. My hole feels so wet; I want it to be filled. It looks like my top can read my mind because, at the same time, he starts to finger my hole. He is gentle but goes in deep. He tickles my prostate. The top of Kayode is more rough and already standing near his ass, his cock against Kayode's sphincter. "Here it comes, my slut. My white bare cock will go up your pink hole and fill you right up with everything I have... " With that, I can see him punch his cock deep into Kayode. Kayode screams a bit but grabs his ass to pull him even deeper inside . "Fuck , fuck," I hear him moan. "You ripped me; this hurts. You ripped my hole up so good. Fuck ." I look to him while the top stays deep in him, some tears in Kayode's eyes. I guess the top was so rough he tore up Kayode's already bruised hole. He pulls a bit back, and I can indeed see some red blood spurt from Kayode's ass. But Kayode keeps motivating the top, "Fuck me, use my hole, I'm nothing more than a cum dump," he yells to the top. So the top starts to fuck him. My top sees it and also notices that I'm the only bottom still not getting fucked. He pushes two fingers deep into my hole. My body shakes when he touches my prostate. I feel his fingers deep inside me. He is massaging me, finger-fucking me. "If you want me, beg me," he laughs, pushing his fingers deep in and out of me. "Fuck," I moan. "Hell, I want you... " I want to feel your cock deep inside me, fucking me, breeding me, I moan out loud . I can see my top likes how I beg him, and not only he likes it. I can see others watching me, getting even closer. My top spits at my hole, fucking his spit into me with his fingers, and then stands up. He puts his cock against my sphincter. "Are you sure?" he laughs meanly. "There is no way back when I fuck you; I won't pull out; I will breed you ." "Please ," I whisper to him, "fuck me... " The top starts to build up pressure now, and my hole doesn't need a lot of pressure to let his cock in. I feel him slowly getting into me, inch by inch deeper inside me. I can only moan. I am a fuck toy; I need cocks to fuck me. I'm a sex addict now, I guess... I love how he enters me and keeps shoving it in. His big balls slowly hit my ass while he pushes deep. I grab his ass with my hands, feeling his muscular ass and pulling him even deeper inside me. He is so big and muscular; he is like a dream come true. Slowly he pushes in and out of me. He pushes out just enough to let his cock head in me and then pushes back in . I feel his trust in his ass muscles. I'm loving it . "Fuck," I moan. "Mmm." his cock is so big that I feel it deep in me. Hitting my prostate when he thrusts back in me, deep against my second hole. I feel so filled up. He is starting to thrust faster and faster, and he grabs my hips to keep me in place and to push even deeper. I keep my hands on his ass for the same reason. Though I do love how his ass muscles tense up when he thrusts in me. I'm moaning louder and louder , but I'm not the only one. All the bottoms are moaning now. His balls slapping hard against my ass, and his red shirt is soaked in sweat . I push myself a bit up so I can kiss him deeply while his cock is deep in me. His kiss is warm, wet, and hot. We are both panting face to face while our mouths sometimes find each other . My top is so sensual, soft, sweet, and hot, it's almost does not combine with his looks. But I love it. Never have I had such a muscular guy in me. I can hear Kayode next to me, panting in pain and lust. His body is all sweaty, his ass getting pounded really hard. I guess I made a good choice with this match. On the whole other side, I can hear daddy thrusting hard and deep into Finn. "I'm filling you up, boy," I hear him scream . "My strain will stay in you forever . " "Yes, daddy... yes, daddy.... use your boy, give your boy your load," I hear him. Finn cruises all the time, so he doesn't really care who fucks him, only if he gets bred. I can see that José is still riding his top. but I guess he already has one load up his hole. cum is dripping down on the ginger's shaft and José's hole. But that doesn't mean they're done. he is still riding him. I kiss with my top. Oh, he's so deep in me. I want his load... But I want to take the lead now; I want to ride him, just like José. I push my top with my hands a bit away and ask him to take a seat. He looks a bit puzzled but does as I ask. I put my feet on the black leather bench and lower myself, my ass against his cock and our chests both pushed together . I feel his cock against my sphincter and push down. He's inside me again. Mmmmmm . The place I want him to be. Softly, I ride him while we keep kissing. His hands are on my ass and mine are hanging around his neck and back . With his hands, he helps me push up and down so I can ride him harder. In this position, I can even see the other tops and bottoms better. I watch the face of Kayode. He is really in pain and lust. He is willing to obey and take whatever the top wants. His face and body are so full of sweat, but his lust is the part that dominates all. I can see the top's cock fucking him real hard. It is really wet, slimy with red streaks . "Use me, fuck me, daddy," he screams. This is something I love to get sometimes , pure lust. My top kisses my ear, holding me tight . I feel his muscular, sweaty body against mine while I try to ride him as hard as I can. I see Kayode getting up, bending toward his top, and grabbing his red shirt really tightly at the back. I want to know... I want to know... he moans out loud while watching his top in his eyes. "You fuck me hard, you breed me, I'm your bitch boy, but I want to know... " I see him tighten his grip on the red shirt, and then he tears it into two pieces from his back in one pull. The shirt is now hanging loose , the back of the top clearly visible-a white-skinned back. I hear the host calling in the back, "This is not allowed, boy... " But Kayode does not listen; he holds the shirt tightly and lies back down, taking the shirt with him, revealing his top's body. First, some big arms and shoulders. He clearly works out. It's even bigger than I thought when he had his shirt on. Then Kayode pulls further , ripping the shirt off and throwing it behind him. A clearly fit and white smooth body becomes visible, some small hairs around his nipples. A small sign on his side. I'm not sure what it is-a Japanese letter or something ? And a clearly visible tattoo on his chest: a biohazard symbol, just like the one as the sign of the hotel. photo ofKayode and his top I hear Kayode moan hard with joy. "Fuck yeah, daddy. I knew... I knew... fuck daddy, fuck me even harder! Use my hole, use me all you want. I need your load deep in me. Poz me, daddy. Fuck me up." I'm confused. What is this? I heard this before; I've seen these tattoos before... why is Kayode begging him even more? "You broke the rules, boy," I hear the host say. But I can't do anything to hide this anymore. "You bottoms , you can get your top's shirt off too if you want to know... but boy... there will be consequences for your act." I'm full of confusion; I watch Kayode, his top, my top, and the other guys. My mind is going into overdrive . I see Finn grabbing his daddy's shirt. He slowly starts to unbutton it; a hairy gray chest is becoming visible. I hear the daddy growl to Finn , "Here it comes, boy, here I come . I'm going to load you. My daddy's seed is going up your boy cunt, and it will stay with you forever." Finn grabs his shirt and pulls; the other buttons just fly off. His big belly gets exposed, a large hairy chest with hairy pink nipples . Just down his chest and over his belly, a big scorpion tattoo. I hear the daddy growl and moan, "This will sting you, boy; you will be daddy's boy forever. You will carry me with you." Finn just starts to laugh and pant . "Fuck yeah, daddy!" he screams . "Breed me ! Sting me with your load! " Then the daddy thrusts deep into Finn and moans hard; his body is shaking. I hear Finn gasp while I hear him softly say, "Fill me up... fill me up... you're breeding me so good... I'm your boy, daddy... I love your cum... your poz cum... " photo, Finn and his top daddy Then I see José ripping the shirt off his ginger top too. His skin is all pale and white; his body is smooth and near perfection. On his chest, there is a big tattooed word: TOXIC. "Fuck yeah," I hear José scream to him. "And you loaded me twice." Indeed , I did see cum around his hole earlier, dripping down the ginger's shaft. Jose did get his cum up his hole already… but what… what is this toxic tattoo mean… Photo if José, Carlos and there ginger top. Carlos is sitting next to him, licking his lips. "Can I take one too, please ... like my boyfriend ? Let him mark us both." "Okay, for this time," I hear the host call out, "because you're a couple, but don't tell others." José stands up, and the cock of the ginger pops out of his hole. Cum is dripping out of his hole and onto the cock of the ginger top. Within a few seconds, Carlos is on his cock, pressing his ass down, getting the ginger's cock deep inside him. "Breed us both," he pants in pain and lust. "Give me what you gave my boyfriend. We will carry it with love. Poz us both up with your load." My head spins . What the heck is this? What does this all mean? The tattoos, the buzzing , the stinging... I'm getting nervous and afraid. My body and my hole are responding in a whole different way. My body is tensing up, automatically bouncing on my top harder. My hole itches from lust, and my sphincter milks him. I watch him deep in his eyes while he grins at me. I glance back at Kayode, who is really taking it hard right now. His body is bouncing hard on the black leather bench. His top is fucking him in fury. His ass is getting red, and his hole is getting ripped open. "Fuck me... fuck me..." he yells . "This hurts, my hole... my hole... you're ripping me open..." I can see the top's cock clearly covered with red slime threads from Kayode's ass blood. His face shows that he is really in pain, but still in lust. "You have to be the one, be the one," he yells out loud . "Fuck your black boy, make me your boy, give me your poz load. I'll be Daddy's black poz boy," he keeps screaming . "What the hell ?" I think. I can see the top is reacting to Kayode's begging. His cock is growing bigger and bigger. He's getting close to cum. Meanwhile, I am riding my top harder and harder from the excitement I see right before my eyes. Whether I want it or not... my body is reacting, and I'm hard as hell . "Fuck me, Daddy , breed me up," Kayode screams again. "Poz me with your HIV poz load! " With that, his top starts panting. "Here you go, boy, all you want, my HIV poz potent seed." I can see him thrust really hard into Kayode while Kayode screams . His muscles tense up, his balls and the base of his cock shiver, and the top moans out loud . He is breeding Kayode now deeply... I hear my top moan too. "That's hot, isn't it , boy?" he calls to me. "Here comes my load, too." I watch him deep in his eyes. "You want to know, boy?" he smiles. "Get my shirt off, and maybe you'll know." My head just spins... did I hear "pozzing," "HIV" ? Stinging . Is this real? Do they have HIV? Are they fucking all guys bare, breeding them, infecting them ? And fuck... am I? Did I take some... do I already have it? My mind is just panicking, but my body is full of lust. Before I really know what I am doing, I grab my top's shirt and rip it apart, uncovering his huge muscular body. He is huge... a black necklace around his neck. Some hair is covering his chest. Large pectoral muscles are visible, his nipples pointing down-that's how big his chest is. A six-pack is his belly. I thrust myself deep down on him, his cock really deep in me, and then I hear him moan. Cum shoots up my hole, tickling my insides. I watch him; I examine his body , looking for some signs ... but nothing. No tattoos , no spots, no biohazard or toxic signs . I kiss him, in love, in eagerness, but maybe also a bit of disappointment- a feeling of missing out. What the heck is this? I think in my mind... He breaks off the kiss . "Well, boy, I don't have tattoos... so you'll have to wait to know until after the exposing party," and he starts to kiss me again. My mind and feelings are going everywhere . A feeling of panic . Did I take poz HIV poz loads? Are all poz loads toxic? Is everyone with a tattoo like that poz? Mark had a tattoo like that; is he poz ? Is he sick? He doesn't look like it... Also, a feeling of missing out is rising in me... when I see those other bottoms beg, fucking with lust, willingly. They just give it all. They give themselves to the tops. That looks so hot, so damn good... I want that too... My mind is turning into one big error. Meanwhile, I feel something wet against my belly. I just shot my own cum... with my top's cock still in me. But I don't really care. The feeling in my hole-that's what I care about . And the part of pleasuring a top... what is this? My mind... The top lays me down on the leather bench, thanks me, and walks away, just like all the other viewers are doing. I can see Finn giving his daddy a kiss and walking out. Jose and Carlos are walking out too, chatting with their ginger top. Both have cum dripping out of their holes. I clearly hear them telling each other in which rooms they are staying this holiday , to hook up some more. I just lay there, my mind spinning. As I look to my left at Kayode, I see that he is being pulled up by two helpers . His ass is red, cum dripping out, mixed with some blood and anal fluid. He is getting support from the helpers to walk, but not to the main exit. No, to a small door at the side of the room. "You will be punished ," I hear one of the helpers tell him. In a few minutes , everyone is gone; it's just me lying here, for at least 20 minutes. Slowly, I get back up and start to walk to the exit doors. I pass the locker room and go inside. I'm all alone; everyone is gone. I take a shower, jump into my clothes, and leave Building Two . I start to walk in the garden; it's getting late and darker. I pass some guys, but I don't look up at them. My mind keeps spinning and thinking. I walk straight to my room, lock my door, and head to bed. My mind is spinning overtime, thinking about what just all happened . What did I do? What are these mixed feelings? Why is my hole still itchy for more ? I wait and slowly fall asleep, all alone in my hotel room.

BBC - be careful with it. ☑️😊

After five years together, Travis was itching to have a new cock in him. His lover, James, was becoming increasingly irritating in the past few months. James was quick to insult Travis and insisted on playing "Devil's Advocate" in any discussion. And the sex wasn't that great. Travis still wanted to try and make the relationship work, even though he craved a better fuck. Travis was happily surprised when James suggested the possibility of a threesome. He tried not to seem too excited. They both agreed to give it a try with a few rules: 1) The "third" must be versatile 2) Safe sex only 3) No kissing Travis had a fourth rule he thought best not to share with James: the guy must be hung. Travis longed for a big dick to be in him again. James was 'just average', which felt too small by comparison to the other cocks Travis had previously enjoyed. They decided to post a Craigslist ad - and reviewed candidates together. With more than twenty replies, they had a hard time agreeing until Albert's e-mail arrived. He looked so attractive and fit, that they assumed he was fake at first look. A few e-mails later, more pictures were swapped; and Albert seemed real enough. "I don't know, though," James said at one point, "he's so hung. I don't want him to hurt you." Travis shrugged off the remark, again trying to conceal his excitement. They both agreed to invite Albert over; and Albert agreed to the "rules" they discussed. However, Albert had two secrets he wasn't going to share: first, he only planned to fuck Travis and second, he was POZ. After a few glasses of wine and what felt like an eternity of small talk to Travis, Albert got the action going by asking "So, when do we get to the bedroom?" A few minutes later, they were all naked. Albert's athletic body was as attractive as the thick piece of meat between his legs, Travis decided. Still, Travis tried not to stare. "I'm going to need to fuck Travis first before I bottom for you," he told James, "because I need to be really turned on before getting fucked." James didn't like the sound of this, but agreed. James pulled out condom and a lube from the nightstand, and Albert prepared himself. "This isn't going to last for long," Albert mused to himself. Albert's cock was massive; and Travis was somewhat afraid of the entry about to occur, as he should have been. Despite plenty of lube and an initial fingering, Travis was too tight for Albert. After a handful of failed attempts, Albert suggested, "look .. why don't I just try it raw - just for a little bit to loosen him up. Then I'll put on the condom once he's able to take it." James frowned, "I dunno .. we need to be safe." Travis was silent, trying to hold back his eagerness then replied, "Well, if it's only for a short time, I guess it's fine .. just don't put the entire thing in." Travis was rock-hard as he thought about the big cock awaiting him. James was nervous, and consequently, quite soft. James had put on a few pounds over the years, and was also feeling self conscious about his lack of physique as he looked at Albert's muscles and his boyfriend's boyish body. Albert quickly pulled off the condom, applied more lube to his cock and Travis's hole and slowly made his way toward Travis's twink hole. "Mmm, " Travis moaned as he felt the head brush against his hole. James was annoyed by his boyfriend's apparent eagerness. "Are you ready for a real cock?" Albert asked, showboating in front of James. "Yeah, give it to me!" Travis quickly replied, not considering his boyfriend was being insulted by the question. A strong but slow push,and Albert's tip was in. Travis gasped. "Go slow, you're hurting him," James advised. "No, it's okay" Travis replied. He would rather take it more quickly so that he could get used to it more quickly. Albert pushed in the first couple inches more quickly. "oh FUCK!" Travis replied, "you're ...fuck...you're...HUGE!" Albert let his cock rest for a couple of moments to let Travis adjust. Albert leaned forward and kissed Travis. Travis quickly offered him his tongue and then James protested, "Hey we said no kissing!" Albert pulled away, and replied "Oh sorry, I forgot and it looked like he needed that to take his mind off the pain." Travis licked his lips, hoping for more 'forgetting'. Albert slowly picked up his pace, and the burning of Travis's ass was slowly becoming manageable - and pleasurable. "That feels AMAZING," Travis nearly blurted. James remained soft, and felt jealousy building. "Ready for a little more?" Albert asked. Travis said "Yes!" at the same time James said, "No, don't go too deep." "Alright," Albert said, yet he still pushed another couple inches into Travis, much to Travis's delight. "Oh yes! Fuck me!" Travis begged. His hole never felt as stretched; and he felt a pleasure he never experienced from a cock before. Albert pulled back an inch and slowly pushed it back in, even further than he had gone thus far. The thought of unloading his poz jizz into this twink's hole kept him rock-hard. James was annoyed, "Let's stop and put on the condom now." "Right," Albert replied while Travis tried to hide his frown and frustration. Albert had no intention of stopping his breeding, and proceeded with the plan he had in mind. "Um...my cock is stuck. I can't pull it out," Albert lied as he made fake faces of annoyance. "What?" James asked. "He's so tight, I can't pull it out. I'm seriously stuck, man." Travis took advantage of this opportunity and chimed in with "Ouch .. please don't pull back .. that hurts." Even though, in reality it felt beyond good. "What the fuck?" James was bewildered and angry. "Hey man, it's not my fault his hole is so tight," Albert shot back. James was getting pissed, but he tried to keep his cool. "Trying fucking me a little more, and maybe it will loosen me up," Travis suggested, excited about the turn of events. "I don't know," James answered. Albert had all the permission he needed, and resumed with gentle thrusts while Travis bit his lip and savored the combination of pleasure and pain from the assault his ass was taking. "I love it!" Travis couldn't help but to share. "Yeah, take my big dick. Take it all," Albert egged him on. "Fuck yeah!" Travis agreed. James was dumbfounded. He sat at the edge of the bed, feeling stupid and left out. Albert had another memory lapse, and leaned forward for another taste of Travis's tongue. "Hey stop kissing!" James commanded. Albert and Travis seemed to both silently agree to ignore him for another five seconds while their tongues explored each other. Albert was feeling emboldened by Travis's willingness and calmly stated, "Look, it's pretty obvious the rules don't make sense anymore." He then leaned forward and shoved his tongue back into Travis who shared his again in return. James didn't know what to say. He had never been so upset. He was shaking and he watched Albert pump his huge cock into his boyfriend, and kiss him so aggressively. Travis was too overwhelmed with with ecstasy to even notice James protest anymore. He moaned louder than James every heard with each thrust. "Try to pull out now," James nearly begged. "Nope, still stuck," Albert answered with no effort of faking faces this time. "Well, don't go all the way in" James tried to negotiate. "Okay, I'll try not to," Albert said without much conviction. "Oh God! Fuck me!" Travis nearly screamed. "Fuck me with your fuckin' huge cock!" The sun had just set; and the light from the window was nearly all gone. James couldn't see how much of the huge cock Travis was getting. He flipped on a lamp. "No baby, turn it off please," Travis said trying to catch his breath, "it's too bright in my eyes." "Fine," James said with much irritation in his voice as he turned the light off. James tried to ignore the slapping noises that were becoming even louder. "Oh FUCK .. YES! Pound me !!!" Travis pleaded. James's eyes flooded with tears as he realized he was now powerless and his boyfriend was getting the best fuck of his life right in front of him. "Yeah, take it, you little slut. Take every inch!" Albert instructed as he he quickened his pace and made every thrust go to the hilt. Travis grunted, panted and moaned, and struggled to reply with "Yes ! I'm your slut! Pound my slutty ass!" James covered his face with his hands as he couldn't watch any more. "Ready for my load?" Albert asked. "Fuck yeah! I'm about to explode. Cum in me!!!" Travis barked back. "No!" James blurted. But, nobody was paying attention to him any longer. "Please don't cum in him!" James said trying not to sob. "Here it comes!" was Albert's only reply. Travis's else felt impossibly stretched and he was on the verge of erupting any moment, "Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Cum in me! Fuck me!" "Arrggh!" Albert exclaimed, and nearly simultaneously, Travis cried out in pleasure as well. Travis shot his load all over his stomach as he felt the huge pulsating cock pumping jizz into him. James was numb by too much emotion at this point. He stared into the darkness but felt some relief thinking that at least this was about to end. Time slowed down now. After a few minutes of silence, Travis's voice broke the silence. "Damn, are you still fully hard?" he asked. "Oh yeah, " Albert answered, "I guess my cock can't get enough of your ass." James was in total disbelief, "This is bullshit. I'm leaving." Travis tried to stop him, "Baby, I'm sorry. It's not my fault" but James stormed out and slammed the door. Travis was actually relieved that James had left, and he apologized to Albert, "I'm sorry that he wasn't very nice. I know this wasn't your fault." Albert replied by kissing Travis; and Travis gladly accepted his tongue back in his mouth without having to worry about any false protests. "Ready for another round?" Albert asked.