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On Saturday morning Rick mounted me as I slept and fucked me hard. No kissing, no cuddling, no making out, just being mounted and fucked. He pounded me a for a solid 15 minutes before cumming in me. I also came while he fucked me. There was blood and cum and a little shit on his cock. That was the first time that happened so I wiped him off rather than sucked him clean. He plugged me back up after he was done. We did chores around the house. I did the laundry and vacuumed. I also went outside and cleaned the pool. I took a swim and then relaxed under the shade. Rick cleaned the kitchen and then left early to go into work. He told me to go find a bathroom on campus and give at least wo bjs. I went online and looked to see what bathrooms on campus had any activity on the weekend. Hamilton only had occasional play. Martin Hall had some play as it was on the part of campus that had weekend courses, and community events. I got dressed in my short running shorts and t-shirt and shoes. I got to campus around 1pm. It was kind of empty already. I went to Martin Hall and in the basement, floor found the men's bathroom. It was a darker older building and the bathroom reflected it. It looked a little grittier and run down but it had more stalls, six of them while Hamilton only had 5. It was also a little darker than Hamilton's bathroom. I went into a stall and sat down. I waited for a good 10 minutes before someone came in. He looked under and saw feet and then came to the stall next to me. I could hear him unzip and then move the toilet dispenser on his side off and I did the same. He poked thru a nice 7 inch cock average thickness. I leaned in and started to kiss then lick and then suck him. He moaned as he pushed further thru the hole. I sucked him and use my hand to stroke his cock. He started to breath heavily and he started to shoot his cum in my mouth only a few minutes after I started sucking him. It was a nice hot load of 6-7 spurts of cum. I kept slowly sucking and teasing his cock. He finally finished and then withdrew and zipped up and left. I took a pic of the cum in my mouth sent it to Daddy and then swallowed and then sent another pic. He responded, "Good boy. Taste good?". I responded "Yes Daddy". A minute later another guys walked in. He peeked in my stall. He was an older man thin and around 5'9". He went into the next stall did the same removing the dispenser and zipping down. His cock was a good 8" and thick. It had a small biohazzard tattoo at the base of his cock. I engulfed his cock into my mouth and he moaned. I sucked and licked his cock also using my hand to work it. He started to get rock hard and moan. "Fuck bitch your mouth is like a pussy. Let me in an breed your cunt" he said pushing his cock thru the hole. I sucked him and teased his cock. "Sorry just here for fucking" I said "I mean for sucking" I corrected myself "Yeah I know you want it. Let me in and I will make you pussy feel really good and knock you up." he moaned My hold twitched. I could use some cock in my ass. My ass on its own squeezed the butt plug in my ass. I kept sucking focusing on the task at hand. I worked it and even deep throated him in which is thrust thru the hole. I kept his cock in my throat and used my tongue to work his shaft. He let out a loud moan. "OHHHH fuck bitch your mouth is the best pussy i've had in a long time" he said I kept working it and in a few minutes I was rewarded with his huge load. He shot a good 7-8 spurts of hot thick cream in my mouth. I swallowed some to keep my mouth from overflowing and kept lathering his cock in his cream and working to pull out any cum from his thick tube. He kept fucking my mouth until he finally pulled out twitching from his sensitive head I worked. I took a pic of the cum in my mouth and then swallowed took a pic and sent both to Rick. The guy zipped up and came out to my stall and looked thru the gap. The gap was bout ½ inch so he could see me and I see he him. He was older around early 50's balded with a moustache. "Cmon baby I will make you feel good. My cock his hard again and I can go another round. I will make you hole feel really good. And I know you saw my tatt. You want me to breed you don't you. I can smell your taint from here" he said I paused. I could use a good fuck and I must need it if I slipped in saying "just here to fuck". "I am sorry just here to suck cock. Thank you for letting me suck you" I said quietly "Ok faggot. I will be back here next week if you need a really good fuck. I know you want a POZ cock too. You liked my POZ cum didn't you?" he said "Yes I did. It tasted delicious" I said "Imagine how good it would feel in your cunt. Imagine my cock in you fucking you, and then shooting my hot POZ cream in you." he said His words were messing with my mind. My hand started to go over my cock and rub it. It was hard and leaking at this point. "Yeah your horny I can see. You want my cock don't you" he said "I do but I can only give bj. Sorry maybe next time" I said We heard a walkie talkie in the background. It must be security. "I will see you later boy. I know you cant wait" he said walking away. I kept rubbing my cock. It was so hard right now. I paused and stopped for a bit. The security guard came in, did his round and left. I think I needed to get out of here before more happens.

For the rest of the week that is how my day would go. Daddy would fuck me twice a day, once at night and then again the next morning. He would scrape me with his fingernails most of the time and twice he used the toothbrush. Often times it was him mounting me and cumming in me. Others it was more passionate with kissing and making out. Each day after class I would go to the Hamilton building and go down into the basement level bathroom and suck guys off. It was a mix of some students and other older faculty men. Daddy told me to suck off at least 3 guys each day in that bathroom. It seemed by Friday there were a lot more men in the bathroom. I ended up sucking off 5 guys that day. I looked up the posting where I found out about the bathroom and someone posted that a young student fitting my description was giving amazing blow jobs. I guess it was getting to be popular. There was also another bathroom on another part of campus that had a bathroom that had more action. Friday night we both got home late. I waited up for Rick and we talked about our day. We were both tired and went to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up to being on my stomach and feeling his fingernails in me. Then I felt him ramming his hard cock into me. I yelled out in pain as he plunged into me with no lube. He fucked me hard, no kissing no foreplay just ramming into me. It hurt but I took it and just grunted and pushed back. After a few minutes my ass started to relax and that with him running over my prostate my grunts turned into moans. It still hurt as I felt each thrust rip open each rip in my hole from his fingernails. He kept up his pace fucking me deep breaching my second hole and when he pulled back he pulled the hole out. He kept that stroke up for a while. "Fuck your cunt is milking me baby. Your pussy feels so good."he said He started picking up his pace and his breathing getting faster and soon enough he moaned and I felt his spasm in me and jettison his load of hot cum in me. As I felt it splash my innards I came as well squeezing his cock like a vise. I moaned deeply as I came. He moaned loudly "Ohhhh fuck your cunt is so tight, milk me boy" he said as he picked up his paced doing deep short strokes enjoying my grip on his meat. After a few minutes of this he slowed down and then pulled out. I turned around and there was cum and blood covering his cock. I opened my mouth and cleaned him off stroking and milking his cock and deep throating him. "OHhhh yeah milk me boy. Fuck you are an expert cock sucker now" he said moaning more and pushing his ramrod banging my tonsils. I gagged a bit and then quickly recovered deep throating his meat. He started to get sensitive and he pulled out. He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss. He put the plug in, turned me over and licked my cum off the sheets. We cuddled and went back to sleep. I am content.

I hope you enjoy this work of fiction. I will attempt to expand further as I have time... I am in my mid-20s and pretty inexperienced when I visit a bathhouse on Saturday afternoon. I am on a mission: I paid for a deluxe room with a TV, used the douche room to get my hole ready for fucking, and put on my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers - my normal sexy bathhouse attire. I open the door and lie on my stomach with my small pert ass facing up and toward the open doorway, wiggling it slightly to let guys who walk by know that I want to get fucked. While I am not the most handsome guy going, guys usually call me “cute.” I have a 28” waist and a small ass that many men find very fuckable. It is not too long after I position myself on my bed that an older man in his mid-50s confidently walks into my room. As I look over my shoulder at him, I notice he is attractive in an older-man sort of way. I guess he's approximately twice my age and about my dad's age. I debate turning him away. The guy removes his towel without speaking, and I am immediately captivated by his long hard cock. This man, who has not yet introduced himself, walks to the end of the bed and starts to crawl top of me without breaking his stride, clearly wanting to fuck my ass. I stop his cock’s advancement toward my ass, however, when I politely ask, “Would you mind closing the door so you can fuck me without anyone else watching?” The guy gets off the bed, sighing loudly as he does, and I think I may have offended him with my request. He grabs his towel and tells me he will be right back, and as he leaves my room. I am certain that is code for “I am outta here,” so I do not expect him to return. I am ok with that though, because while I like getting fucked, I like doing it in private and being discreet, even at a bathhouse. I am not a slut and take pride in my self-esteem. I am proud of myself for standing up for my convictions and standards, and am confident my ass will attract someone else to fuck me in the privacy of my room soon enough. As I lie on my bed with my ass still facing the open door, I unexpectedly doze off, and I suddenly feel strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. I am slightly startled as I open my eyes and look to the side of the bed to see the older guy has returned. He sits down on the edge of the bed next to me and I notice he now has a small backpack with him that he sits on the built-in nightstand next to my bottle of lube. I notice the loud “thumpa thumpa” music playing in the bathhouse is barely audible because he closed the door to my room when he returned. I feel a sense of gratitude because this stranger has returned to my room as promised and has closed the door as I had requested. I appreciate the respect he is showing me. I say “Hey,” as he removes his hands from my ass and reaches for his backpack. He unzips it and rummages inside for a moment and pulls out a white jockstrap. He sets his backpack back on the nightstand and I wait for him to stand up to put the jockstrap on, when he holds it up and says, “I want you to wear this.” I look at it for a moment before he says, “You have a very hot ass, and this jockstrap is going to make it look even hotter!” I appreciate his compliment and as he gets off the bed and steps a foot or two away, he hands me the jockstrap. His towel falls from his waist, exposing his long hard cock, as I turn over and slip the jockstrap on, pulling it up and positioning the band along my thin waist. The waistband is significantly looser than normal, but I sense the jockstrap is a size medium or large, rather than the small size I normally wear. I roll back over on my stomach, and the guy grabs my bottle of lube from the nightstand. I hear him squirt some on his finger and feel him wiggle his wet fingertip at my pucker hole and push it inside of me. I gasped as his girthy finger opens my hole. He starts to move his finger in a circular motion inside of me as if to open me up wider, preparing my hole for his cock. Given the size and hardness of his cock, I want to give him plenty of opportunity to open my hole up with his finger… I start to moan as his plump finger makes my hole feel so incredibly good. I start to zone out, just appreciating the feeling when his voice brings me back to the present moment. “I did you a favor by closing the door to your room, now I want you to do me a favor,” he purrs in my ear. “What’s that?” I ask. “I want to take you to the darkroom and eat this incredible ass before I bring you back here to your room and fuck you good…” he says in return. I immediately feel conflicted. I like my privacy when I have sex with a guy, even at a bathhouse. I thought I was clear in my expectations and respond, “Can’t you just eat my ass here in my room?” He continues massaging my hole with his finger and says, “This is about compromise. You asked me to fuck you in the privacy of your room and in return, I want to eat your ass in the dark room. If I am going to scratch your itch, then you also need to scratch mine.” I do not know how to respond in the moment because I feel conflicted. On one hand, he did return to my room when I thought he had left for good. He also closed my door as I requested… “Have you ever been in the dark room here?” he asks, breaking me from my thoughts. “No” in nervously respond. “It is a series of small booths in a dark space that is only lit by black lighting. The best part about it is that no one will see what we look like. The black light will not light up our faces or bodies. It will light up the jockstrap as well as your gym socks and running shoes, but no one will be able to see you otherwise. Since I do not have any clothes on, guys will only see a my profile and only when they are up close to me.” As I think about what he has told me, I become a bit intrigued… “The other thing to know,” he continues, “is that you and I will both be in booths with doors closed and locked, so no one will see us. There is one particular booth that has a large gloryhole the size of my fucking face. You can bend over and spread your cheeks in the privacy of your booth, and I will eat your fucking ass from the booth next to you. Once I eat your ass real good, I will make sure you want to come back to your room where I can fuck you for as long as you want. If you decide you want to stay in your booth, then I can fuck you privately there.” There is a pause before he adds, “Okay?” I think about it for a moment as I look at his smile. I hesitantly respond, “I guess,” but if I tell you I want to come back here so you can fuck me in private, that will be ok with you?” “Absolutely!” he responds in an affirming and supportive tone and with a smile on his face. As I get up off the bed, he says “I am so glad I get to show you the dark room. I think you are really doing to like it!” I reach for room key and go to grab my towel to put it around my waist when he says, “No towel needed for where we are going. Leave it here and just wear what you have on.” I want the guys here to be so envious of the ass I am going to fuck in private. I hesitantly leave my towel and turn toward the door as he grabs his backpack and zips it closed. He grabs my bottle of lube off the nightstand, saying “We can’t forget this in case you want me to fuck you through the gloryhole,” and slings his backpack over his shoulder. As I reached for the doorknob to open the door, I feel his finger wiggling in between my ass cheeks. He inserts his thick middle finger all the way up my ass, and I feel the knuckles of his other fingers against my ass cheeks. As we leave my room, I feel like I am blushing wildly, feeling totally on display as this guy’s middle finger literally pushes me forward down the hallway. I look over at him, and he has the biggest smile on his face as he guides me down the hall. The hallway is full of guys and as we pass each one, this guy, whose name I realize I still do not know, smiles and says “Hey!” to each and every one of them. I do not keep track because I was so embarrassed, but he must say “Hey” to at least 15-20 different guys as he pushes me along by his middle finger. Even if the guys in the hall are not looking at us, his “Hey” gets their attention and they are staring at this guy’s finger up my ass and pushing me down the hallway by the time we walk by. I feel I have lost control of the situation and feel I am about to move into “fight or flight” mode right as he exclaims, “We’re here!” There is an darkness as I look through the open doorway in front of us. Directly in front of the doorway is a white sandwich board and I breathe a sigh of relief as it reads, “Closed for Cleaning.” I excitedly exclaim, “I guess we can go back to my room so you can fuck me!” The stranger with his finger still up my ass says, “No worries, buddy! I know the guy working this shift and he will be totally ok with me showing you the dark room now. And better yet, it will just be you and me in the dark room so no one will see or disturb us in any way! You can’t get more private that that!” And with that, he pushes his middle finger forward to cross us over the doorway threshold. As we jointly move into the dark area, I look down and see the jockstrap, my socks, and my sneakers are lit up bright, but I cannot not really see my own body and can just barely see the silhouette of the man standing right next to me. There is very faint lighting down near the baseboard on the right side of the hallway, that allows us to navigate the hallway, but to not really see much else. On the left side, there is no lighting, but I stick my hand out and feel the wall and then an opening, followed by more wall, and another opening. I presume these are the booths my unnamed fuck buddy referred to when he sold me on this idea. We walk down the hallway and then turn left, heading down a second hallway. After a point, my buddy, tells me to stop and he shifts his body, in effect turning himself and me by his middle finger up my ass at what I presume is a 90 degree angle. He pushes me forward again and we squeeze through a narrow doorway side-by-side. It is totally dark in here and I am reminded of Halloween basements that my neighborhood friends turned into spooky rooms to scare the younger kids when I was little. The darkness is disorienting. I am brought out of my childhood memories by the sound of a “click” and then a dim red light unexpectedly lights the space. As my eyes orient to the booth, my buddy says “I turned the red light on so you can see the set-up in here. The cleaning people use this light to clean individual rooms without disrupting the rest of the area.” “Look over here” and he points to one of the walls perpendicular to the doorway and on the opposite wall from the light switch. There is the gloryhole that you are going to back your ass up to and let me eat it from the adjoining booth.” Then he exclaims, “This is so fucking hot!” He pulls his finger out of my hole and turns so he is facing me. He puts his hands on both of my shoulders and turns me, so my ass is facing the glory hole. He starts to push my ass and my body back toward it. As we get closer to the wall, he tells me to put both of my hands on my ass cheeks and to spread them with my fingers and to bend slightly at my waist. He pushes me back further, so my cheeks press against the wall with most of my ass and both of my hands fully exposed to the gloryhole opening. He then tells me to stay right there and not to move. He also tells me he is going to the booth next door and turns off the red light as I hear him walk out the doorway and along the hallway to the booth now behind my ass. He raises his voice to ask, “Can you hear me?” and I tell him I can. He says he is going to grab onto the waistband of the jockstrap and pull it tight to give him leverage, so he can hold me in place to more easily eat my hole. He tells me to keep my hands in place and to spread my ass cheeks as wide as possible. I do as he requests and feel the waistband tighten around my waist until my waist is tightly against the wall. My buddy has quite a grip and I am unable to move my waist away from the wall. After a moment, I feel the strange sensation of the jockstrap tightening even further against my thigh, and realize he has pulled one of the thinner straps supporting the underside of my left ass cheek through the gloryhole. As my brain attempts to make sense of it, the second thin strap supporting my right butt check is pulled through the glory hole, completely holding me in place against the wall. For an instant, I wonder how the hell this guy was holding onto the three straps tight, when I feel the amazing sensation of his tongue on my little pucker hole and totally forget my thought. My hands are now fully wedged between my ass cheeks and the wall, with my fingers feeling the stubble from the guy’s cheeks as he eats my fucking ass! It feels so fucking amazing that I start to moan like a fucking bitch in heat. After several minutes of eating my ass, my buddy suddenly stops. I hear the shuffle of his feet and his footsteps as he walks out of his booth, along the hallway, and back into my booth. I can only see the faint silhouette of his body as he approaches me with the red light now off. “Did that feel good, boy?” he asks in a husky tone. I can barely mutter “yes.” “Open your mouth, boy.” and I do as instructed. “Wider!” he commands and I open it even further. I suddenly feel a strange sensation in my mouth. Something is entering my mouth, but I cannot not make sense of it. I start to move my head but he yells “Hold still and bend your head down!” I attempt to move my body away from the gloryhole, but it will not move. Even with this guy in my booth, I suddenly realize I am still completely restrained against the gloryhole and unable to move. I start to panic as I realize he must have somehow secured the three straps of the jockstrap to the inside of his booth making me totally immobile. I am now on emotional overload as I feel something wrap around the sides and the back of my head in the dark. I felt a tight yank behind my head, and it feels like there is a belt around my head. “Lift your head up,” he commands, and once my head was facing forward, I hear a steady “click, click, click” as I feel my mouth start opening wider on its own! I start to protest but I can no longer speak. I make sounds but no words come out!!! I feel an increased sense of panic as I keep trying to speak, when suddenly the red light to my booth turns on and the guy walks out of my booth without even looking at me, heading back to his own booth, and leaving the red light on! I attempt to call out to him, but he is no longer in my booth and can not hear anything other than garbled noises due to the mouth spreader. I suddenly feel a strange sensation on the other side of the gloryhole. He has wrapped something around one of my thumbs and pulls it tight. Before I can react, he does the same thing with my other thumb. I instinctively attempt to pull my thumbs and hands apart, but they are now stuck together with my hands still holding my ass cheeks apart! My brain is totally overwhelmed when I hear the guy on the other side of the glory hole ask, “Do you wanna get fucked here or in the privacy of your room, boy?” I attempt to yell “MY ROOM!” but the words are totally lost. I keep yelling, “MY ROOM! MY ROOM! MY ROOM!” and suddenly, I hear him yell back, “Sounds good! I am gonna fuck you here then!!” And with that, I feel the guy push his long hard cock up inside of me, all the way with one steady thrust!” It is not long before he pulls it back out and sticks it all the way back inside. He does not give me time to adjust as he long dicks me over-and-over-and over again. He pulls all the way out and I feel cool air hit my open hole before he plugs it back up again. I am not sure how long he fucks me for, but I suddenly jolt back into the moment, when the fluorescent lights come on in my booth and in the hallway. I start to panic as I hear footsteps getting closer while the guy continues to fuck me, and I then hear an unfamiliar voice say “Hey Buddy, how’s it going?!” with a tone of curiosity. I hear the guy fucking me respond with: “Oh hey, bud! I have a boy that wants me to fuck him through the gloryhole here…I hope you don’t mind.” The stranger responds, “No worries, Bud…Take all the time you need!” After a pause, I hear the stranger ask, “Does he have a nice hole?” to which my buddy says, “Absofuckinglutely!!!” The stranger chuckles and responds, “I will leave you to it then…Enjoy!” as I hear his footsteps leave my buddy’s booth and walk away from us. The fluorescent lights soon turn off, putting us back exactly where we were before the interruption. The guy fucks me for what seems like forever, and then I hear him start to moan, before loudly yelling, “Take my fucking nut!” And with that, I feel his cock pulsate over-and-over inside of my hole as he dumps his man juice deep inside of me… After I bit, the guy pulls out of me and my hole feels open, until I feel him insert something up my hole to keep it plugged. I am not sure what he stuck up my hole as I continue to hear him on the other side of the wall, but am unsure what he is doing. After a few minutes, I hear him walk out of his booth, but rather than walking over toward my booth, I hear his footsteps get lighter as he fucking walks away! I am now in full panic mode, praying he will come back and release me. In the meantime, my thumbs are still stuck together, with my hands hold my ass cheeks apart, and my body is completely upright and securely restrained against the wall by the straps of the jockstrap pulled through the gloryhole and tightly secured within the booth behind me. As I desperately search for a way out of this situation, I really take in my space for the first time. As I look around, I realize there is no door on my booth, because I am not in a booth. I am in a small room that is visible to anyone who walks by the doorway at any time. I look straight ahead and see the light switch the guy used to turn the red light on earlier and mentally try to will the light to turn off to be hidden in the darkness. With my thumbs tied, there was no way for me to turn it off. I suddenly hear my buddy’s footsteps…Thank God, he's finally coming back to release me! He walks back into his booth, and I feel his hand against my ass. I suddenly hear a surprised, "What the fuck?!" in a voice that sounds more like the bathhouse employee who interrupted the guy fucking me, rather than the guy who coaxed me into the dark room! I hear him say "I don't think I'm going to need any of the lube from the bottle stuck up your ass," as I feel his cock press against my open hole, stuffing me even more full than the first guy. After a good while, I hear the bathhouse employee grunt loudly as he adds his ball-batter up my hole. It was not too long before he pulls his cock out of me, and I feel him stick my bottle of lube back up my hole to keep the two loads of nut-nectar inside of me. “What the actual fuck!” I think to myself as I try to figure a way of freeing myself and getting back to the privacy of my room. My thoughts are once again disrupted when I hear the same male employee who just fucked me full of his jizz announce over the PA system that the Dark Room is now clean and back open for business!” I feel my eyes bug out of my head as I desperately but unsuccessfully attempt to release myself from my unintended restraints. I soon hear the distant sound of multiple sets of footsteps getting closer to the open room where guys will see me and my restrained and helpless body, thanks to there being no door to give me privacy and the red light being left on. What the fuck have I gotten myself into and how long is it going to last?!!! (To be continued…)

A little chapter written especially for one of this story's loyal readers (30a) is from a woman's perspective. If you don't want to read that then go to (30b) Chapter 30a - Family Dynamics *** Her husband was usually a deep sleeper, though his snores made that more difficult for anyone else. Recently, however, he had slept more fitfully. Muttering to himself as he dreamed. She had tried to listen but his words were mumbled and garbled making them impossible to decipher. As a young woman growing up in a small town marrying this man had seemed like winning the lottery. He had been handsome enough then and able to provide for a family. He had also been from a good Christian family like her own. However, he had also always liked his own way in all things, however petty they might be. Her husband had never been slow to quote chapter and verse as to the correct roles of husband and wife within a household. She had accepted all of that without doubt or question. She had been young then but she had already understood that life was like that. You took the rough with the smooth, you accepted the frustrations in return for life's gifts. In this case, of course, the gift was their family. She had hoped for a daughter but she had never been blessed with one. Instead she had her son. It seemed strange to say that she had given birth to a son and then she had grown up. The latter had been a slow process - she had been so young and naive. She had accepted things, had allowed family dynamics to harden into unbreakable stone. Her husband was not an evil man. Much of what he said made sense - but not everything. In some things, like most people, he could be foolish and petty and cruel. Yet his ego would not brook the slightest questioning, let alone disagreement. She had come to see and understand that much too late. When starting again seemed to her impossible, when her family obligations trapped her, when it was so much easier to just take the route of passive acquiescence. She had seen the same process played out with her son. Watched as her husband had imprinted his values and his beliefs on their child. She had waited for the rebellion to come but it had not. He had been, from the outside, the perfect son. Such a handsome young man, such a gifted student and so very, very, polite and well-behaved. She had watched it all happen. Had seen her son's chances of becoming his own person crushed out of him. Just as had happened to her. She had seen it but she had still hoped. She had been an inquisitive mother and she knew that all too well. However, she had been so desperate to find some spark of her son's own identity, some evidence that he could make a life for himself that didn't just make him a clone of his father. It had never come. Not until her son had started taking such long 'study-breaks' from college. Her husband, for all his pompously arrogant self-confidence, apparently didn't know as much about some things as she did! She had waited for the storm to break and when her son went on that 'study-trip' and did not return she had known the moment had come. She had known and while she had worried, as only a mother could, she had also rejoiced. The nature of his 'rebellion', the real self that her son had broken free to become, had initially surprised and shocked her. Initially - but not even for a full day. When she really thought about it she understood. The clues had been there and it was just another symptom of the ossified nature of their family dynamics that those clues were never likely to be recognized for what they really were. Now she knew and acceptance had been a necessary next stage. You could not pray so long for your son to be his own self, to break free from the shackles that bound him, then respond badly to your prayers being answered. That really would be a sin. She had initially felt concern and maybe even anger but never the revulsion her husband had so freely expressed. As she had watched those videos, again and again, the acceptance had grown. This was her son after all. First acceptance and then... Her boy was such a handsome young man. Now, she knew that he also looked wonderfully pretty when he dressed more girly. Just like the beautiful daughter she had never had. That realization had sent strong emotions through her, first a few tears and then something else. Getting through that first long video had been difficult for her the first time. However, she had watched it all and so carefully that there was no doubt in her mind. Jordan had not been forced or fooled, he was not in any way an unwilling participant. There were things that happened that she would not have chosen for her son. However, wasn't that the whole point? It wasn't for HER to choose. That right belonged only to her son and he had exercised it. She had been so naive once. Now she had grown older and wiser. She understood that if you constrained and repressed a young man for twenty years then when the reaction came you could not be stupidly angry or even regret the fact that it was an extreme one. Her son had broken free and had chosen his own path and that was all that mattered. She was so glad for him and so proud of him but there was also that something else. There was one good thing about her husband snoring so badly. Even he understood that his wife needed some sleep too. So it wasn't that unusual for her to go into the guest room to find some peace and quiet. When her phone vibrated with the expected message from Floyd Jacobs she did just that. Mr Jacobs had sent her a video file. She had asked him to do so if he discovered any more had been released. She lay down on the guest-room bed in her night-shirt and pressed play. *** Chapter 30b - Piggy The video opened showing a young man's back. He wore a tight black mesh shirt that largely left his shoulders bare. A red leather collar was visible beneath his shoulder-length blond hair. He was in a barely-lit room, its ceiling only a grating of rusted iron. The walls looked ramshackle and were painted black. The light came from an opening on the left where there was an opening. It's door, apparently made of some sort of plywood, was propped open. The young man turned to wink at the camera following him and his face was familiar. He was a breathtakingly handsome young man, almost as beautiful as her own son but then she was a little biased. She remembered that Jerome had called this boy Ash. Ash walked forward, the camera following him and capturing his confident swagger. The alluring movement of his hips, the ripe curve of his booty accentuated by his black leather thong. His lithe young body was athletic, not overtly muscular but toned to perfection. He moved through a space that had three great windows, each made up of thirty-six small glazed sections. They were factory windows designed to allow light for the workers that had once been employed here. Now the space was basically empty except for a scattering of old chairs and other junk. The windows themselves were dark. The night was appropriate for what happened here now. Ash made a pretence of seeking his way and finally smiled for the camera before pulling aside a dark heavy curtain. It revealed a great space, lit with old-style enamelled industrial lights. Where there had once been machines and industry now there was a bare floor but the room was not empty. There were men, lots of men. Just how many was unclear as the camera swept across them but they were all, bar a few masks and an occasional errant pair of socks, naked. A few of the men stood apart, hands working their hard cocks. The rest were gathered in a circle of male flesh. Young men and old men, thin men and fat men, Greek Gods and ugly old trolls. It seemed all were welcome here, none were turned away. The young man and the following camera moved into the room. As they did so a man left the circle and walked away towards a small pile of clothes, his cock softening. Another man quickly took his place At least ten others were still watching on, still stroking their cocks. Those men were the first to spot Ash. A few of them turned with hungry eyes and hard cocks. Ash held his hands apart as if to offer himself to them. Then he laughed a bright mocking laugh and pointed to his collar. None of the men moved towards him. Instead, the hunger in their faces became more blatant, more ravenous. They all wanted him. That was obvious. Obvious in their eyes, in the tight set of their mouths, in their achingly hard cocks. Ash clicked his fingers and beckoned to them. He moved forward and his fingers caressed hard shafts until he made his selection. The man was big, over six feet tall and carrying a lot of weight. Long grey hair flowed over his shoulders, tattoos covered most of his torso. He had to be in his fifties, a man of experience, his big gut prominent. Ash nimbly dropped to his knees and began to blow the man's big cock. A solid eight inches, thick and hard. The man brought a hand up to lay gently on Ash's head. As if to keep him there. Ash paused but his hand still wanked the man's cock, the camera capturing his saliva glistening on the shaft. "You think I'm going somewhere? Or do you want to fuck me?" The man wanted to fuck him. It was blatantly obvious that he wanted to fuck Ash with every fibre in his body. However, he made no move and Ash laughed and went back to blowing him. The man was angry now. Maybe with Ash for laughing at him. Maybe with himself for not taking up the offer to fuck the beautiful slut. Anyway his hands grabbed Ash's head and he began to fuck that mouth. Trying to reassert his dominance and being rewarded only with the young man's eyes locked onto his own. The pretty boy didn't look too tough but he could take it, that and a whole lot more. The big man gave up on everything except his own pleasure, getting his nut. It didn't take long. The fag blowing him was so fucking hot he soon couldn't hold back and so he shot the heavy load he'd been saving for tonight into Ash's mouth. Ash would have laughed again if his mouth wasn't so full. He showed the load to the camera and then got back onto his feet and strode into the main circle of men. They gave way for him and at their center was another young man, his face streaked with drying cum, his eyes red and blood-shot, his hands and mouth still working to get men off, still hungry for more cum. Little rivulets of sperm had run down his pale slim body, past his pierced nipples to pool on the floor where he knelt. The woman watching the video recognized her son, the boy now known as BoiFagBarbie. Ash clicked his fingers and the men reluctantly made a little more room. BoiFagBarbie glanced up and saw him, saw Ash's pursed lips and understood. He opened his mouth wide and let Ash drool that heavy load of cum and saliva straight into his mouth. He took every drop and then swallowed it down, already looking for more. He wasn't disappointed. The men around him enjoyed the spectacle. Three, no four, stepped up and shot their heavy loads of cum onto him. Onto his face, into his nose, into his hair, into his eyes, all over him. Giving him a cum-bath, treating him like the little faggot slut he was. "C'mon guys, " he heard Ash's mocking voice, "give him what he wants - cover the little whore in your cum." Ash's skilled hands joined BoiFagBarbie in coaxing loads out of the men but all of the cum went onto the faggot kneeling in the middle of the circle. Most of the men were about ready to shoot by the time they got to the front and soon it was just a maelstrom of male grunts and flying seed. BoiFagBarbie's pretty face acquiring a mask of drying cum, his eye make-up reduced to deep black streaks on his cheeks. Ash turned to the camera and clicked his fingers again. He was handed something. "Well now - just look at what we have here. What a little whore he is. Such a greedy little cum-piggy. I think he needs to wear this." BoiFagBarbie heard the mocking words but he didn't move. He stayed there as Ash put the device onto him, didn't seem to notice as another couple of men stepped up to spray him down with heavy loads of cum. "That's more like it, " giggled Ash, "now you look like the cum-piggy you are." The mask comprised a harness that covered his hair. It carried a couple of large pink ears and a piece of leather that dropped between his eyes with two blunt hooks at the end which Ash had carefully applied to BoiFagBarbie's nostrils. With the buckle at its rear tightened the star of the show was left with a pair of big piggy ears and his nose pulled up into a crude approximation of a piggy snout. "Such a cute piggy," cooed Ash, "does Piggy want more cum?" "Yes ... yes ... more ... cum." BoiFagBarbie's voice was tired. How long had he been there, sucking cock, before Ash and the camera had arrived? "Silly Piggy," scolded Ash playfully, "Piggys don't talk. So do you want more cum?" "Oink," said Piggy. Do you want MY cum?" "Oink," said Piggy and nodded as another man stepped forward and shot his cum over the fag's right cheek. Ash tapped his red leather collar. "You know what this means?" "Oink," said Piggy. "It means my cum is premium cum, toxic cum. You know that?" "Oink," nodded Piggy and then gasped and spluttered as a man's load caught him right in his exposed nostrils, filling his world with the smell of fresh man-seed. "You want my cum on your face Piggy?" "Oink," said Piggy and vigorously shook his head. "Show me where you want it Piggy." The circle of men watched as BoiFagBarbie got up from his knees. Watched as he bent forward and pulled down his panties before pointing at his newly-exposed hole. "In your cute little piggy-hole? You want my cum in your pretty little hole Piggy?" "Oink," nodded Piggy. He barely noticed the men stepping up and adding their cum to his face now. "My cum makes Piggies into Poz Piggies. You want to be a Poz Piggy? Oink once for yes or twice for no." "OINK, OINK," said Piggy and felt more cum land on his face. At least one load, maybe two or even three. What did they matter? What mattered was Ash moving up behind him and pushing his beautiful cock home into his hole. Not anywhere near as big as many of the cocks he had taken in his short career but that didn't matter. Ash's cock was potent with toxic seed, charged with the HIV that would help complete him. He needed that cum, Piggy needed that cum! "OINK," he shouted as men crowded forward with their fists furiously pumping their hard cocks. When the cum started it just kept coming. Man after man, spurt after spurt, each man's release triggering another's and another's and another's. Covering his face and his body in their cum, making him their piggy. But he didn't want to be their piggy. He wanted to be Ash's piggy, he wanted to be Ash's Poz piggy. He waited and waited until he felt what he craved. "OIIIIIIINNNNNNNKKKKKKKK," he yelled as Ash gripped his hips tight and pushed home as far as he could, planting his toxic seed deep into his cute little piggy. Men were already turning away. Their excitement and fervid arousal replaced by something else. The two handsome young men didn't care. Ash dropped to his knees and put his mouth to BoiFagBarbie's hole, using his tongue to push any stray cum home. It wasn't all his, he knew that, but it was his that counted. It was his that would get the job done. His little Piggy only groaned in pure pleasure and satisfaction. *** (female viewpoint again) Her night-shirt was pulled up now, her hand had found her sex. What had previously been in the back of her mind had now come to the fore. She masturbated with her eyes fixed on the screen. What was it that aroused her so much? The humiliation and ruining of her own son shouldn't do that. Maybe it was something else inextricably linked to the events she was watching. Her son's reclaiming of his own freedom, his own identity, and to Hell with what anyone else thought about it. Her son had been so brave and had broken free to be his true self. She could be that brave too, she WOULD be that brave too. ***

Part 3: The Easter Bunny I lay there in the sling for at least 15 minutes , tired , catching my breath, leaking cum out of my hole. I can feel my energy coming back, my hurting hole, but also an itch inside me. Something in me has awakened... something good... Even though I am no longer a virgin and had a really rough fuck, I just can't push the feeling away... I am still... craving more... Slowly, I get up, pushing myself off the sling. I can feel cum leaking out of my hole as soon as I sit. My head is a bit dizzy, so I stay like this for a few seconds. Slowly, I grab my yellow jock off the ground and pull it back on. The jock feels tight. I look around again in this sling room, but I am all alone. Slowly, I get up and walk out of the room. I'm not sure what to do. Should I go back home? Should I go to the bar and chat? Or should I just discover more and see what I will find? The itching feeling and the craving settle my mind. I'll keep discovering... Slow but determined, I leave the room, seeking a new adventure at this party. The thick air touches my skin like a smooth coat as I pad through the dimly lit corridors of The Rabbit Hole. The air is thick with the scent of chlorine, sweat, and desire. My own scent is part of it all. I walk in nothing but the tight yellow jockstrap I'd won earlier, the fabric bright and thin. It does not really cover anything . I am wet from sweat, getting some cold rushes while walking around. James had been... rough. He fucked me hard and deep; it felt amazing. But somehow, a pleasant, aching soreness radiates from my core; a persistent itch is a reminder of the recent fuck, but I still want more. I am tired, yes, but the relaxation that comes with it is something good, the kind that leaves my mind quiet and my body paradoxically alert, open. My hole, sensitized and twitching slightly, seems to have a mind of its own. As I walk around the place, it seems to be less crowded, at least in the hallways... I can hear gasping, pounding, slapping, groaning, and all other sounds coming from one room after another. More hunters... more bunnies... more bashing at this party. I can feel the almost electric vibes in each room I pass: baths, hot tubs, relaxing areas, latex rooms, bars, glory holes, dance floors, showers, toilets; it is all here in this sauna called the Rabbit Hole. I needed a moment, somewhere to just be and sit, to let the sensations settle and to take this all into my memory. I walk, turning a corner, away from the murmur of voices and the beat of music. The place is getting darker, more abandoned, less well-maintained. I guess I'm walking in the older part of the sauna building, the part that is still operational but has yet to be rebuilt. It's not filthy or anything, just... darker, poorly lit, with older stuff. But it's fine for me; it is way less crowded, way less noisy-perfect to take some time for myself and to rejoin later. I find a glass door, and behind it, smoky white steam. Water drips down the inside of the glass door as steam condenses on the glass. I really can't see inside with that much steam. I can see 30 cm deep, and after that, nothing but white steam. The sign above the door simply marks "steam sauna." I cannot see any figure inside, or it is obscured by the intense steam. However, I hear nothing either, except the hissing of a heat source. Slowly, I push the door open; a wave of extreme wet, intense heat washes over me. It is hot, really hot... and it is very quiet in there. I step inside, closing the door behind me. My body is sweating instantly, my skin almost shiny. The sound, the gentle hiss of water on some heat source, is louder inside. I can smell some sort of cedar wood scent mixed with pine cones. Inside, it is all wood. Wooden floor, benches, ceiling-it almost looks like an entirely different world in here. No noise; though it's no wonder with all the wood. I bet all sounds in here will also not be heard outside. The wooden floor is warm under my bare feet as I walk , step by step, to the back of the room. I almost can't see anything, so I'm careful that I don't bump against something... or someone... It's that silent... The room seems to be bigger than I thought it would be. It seems that the room is at least 10.9 yards/10 meters deep, and if I have to guess, the same wide. I stumble to the back, breathing heavily from the humid and steamy environment. The further I get, the more visibility I gain. There is less steam hanging there. Slowly, I see benches looming, a sign that I am reaching the end of the room. But... not just benches. I also see a figure in the steam-a tall and broad person. So I am not alone after all. Before I even hesitate to sneak back and sit down quietly somewhere else, my heart jumps. The steam clears briefly, allowing me to clearly see who is sitting there. Am I really seeing this? Or??? No, surely not. And without thinking, I walk on, toward the benches at the end and toward the looming figure. I can see him clearly now, and he can see me too. His dark eyes are fixed on me. his eyes, scanning my body. My own eyes are fixed on him, his sweaty and glistening forehead, his broad jawline , his extremely muscular chest, glistening with drops of sweat. His large, broad shoulders and arms can carry me without any trouble. A muscular stomach, hard as concrete, and thighs thicker than my waist. An ultra-white towel is loose over his hips and waist, in stark contrast to his glistening dark skin. It is him. The Easter Bunny from the entrance. It really is...him... It is the dark skinned man from the entrance, who earlier wore a white fluffy Easter bunny costume, the one for whom I had to pick a colored egg from the basket. His now-empty basket is even standing next to him. He has a smile on his face that seems to give away that he is satisfied with the work he has done, letting all the bottoms choose an egg containing their colored jock. My memory flashes: me, nervous and excited, picking the sunshine yellow egg from the basket he held. The prize inside had been this very jockstrap. Now, his costume gone, he is just a man... a huge, breathtakingly built Black man... sitting here on the bench, a white towel draped loosely around his waist, in the same sauna that I just walked in... His skin shiny under the crimson light, a landscape of powerful shoulders, a broad chest, and thick, corded arms resting on his knees. The yellow egg, he smiles, his voice low, dark, and damn hot as he watches me in my yellow jock, standing there, sweating before him in this steamy sauna. My breath catches, my fatigue instantly vanishing into a wave of tension, excitement, and simultaneous embarrassment. Does he remember me, or is he just saying this after seeing my yellow jockstrap? My hole, which at first only itched, clenches tight now, as if it is getting itself ready for another fuck and wanting to offer everything to whoever goes inside... My body reacts instinctively, a burning, willing feeling inside me, my mouth dry, my legs moving forward automatically, my muscles and ass cheeks tensing. God, how attractive he is. " Can I sit here?" My voice trembles with excitement and fear of being rejected, the words leaving my lips softer than I intended. A slow smile touches his lips. "Do you see anyone sitting here, other than me?" he asks, looking at the empty benches next to him. I hesitate and remain standing right in front of him. What does he mean by this? My thoughts are spinning. "Take a seat," he says softly and kindly, but his voice is low and dark. I am nervous, excited; my eyes are watching him. But I have no clue what his intention or role is in this party. After all, he was the Easter Bunny himself, so maybe his work is just done, and he came into this more silent part of the sauna to relax. So with that thought, I start some small talk about how hot the room is, the vibe of the club , that it's my first time here and in the big city, his really funny but damn hot bunny costume, and stuff like that. But the words and talk are just an opening to discover more of this place, of him, so my eyes can stay locked on him. He just looks droolingly hot, the way his body is built , his muscles, the veins running over them, his huge built legs, his massive presence. It's almost eye-fucking... While we keep on talking and huffing from the humid hot air, the itch inside me transforms into a profound, empty ache. A urge to touch, to feel, and to get fucked again. How could this be? Just after my first fuck, I am turning into something new, something dirty, a hungry fuck boy... The overwhelming need to be owned again. I am getting hard again... a clearly visible bulge in my yellow fabric, and I bet... he sees it too . I am getting a bit uncomfortable... I can't see his face; I don't really know what he thinks of it, and I ... I can't hide anything in this jock. So , there are silent moments in our talks. I'm turning in my own mind , still gazing at him. And he just seems to be comfortable. The humid air hangs thick between us , and after another uncomfortable silence, he starts to speak, his tone conversational, but his intent is clear. "I can see you found your prize earlier." He paused, letting the steam swirl between us. I blush... he noticed a small leaking spot on my jockstrap, near my hole. I guess I could not hold all of James' cum in me, and he has seen that... fuck... He laughs at me as he sees I'm blushing. "No worries... that's what this place is meant to be for," his smile tender but somehow dark. "Someone found a yellow egg, so you gave him his part of the prize ..." Then again... the silence... leaving me really nervous, thinking and in doubt. Did I do the right thing? To let James fuck me and breed me? Was it just the overwhelming feelings? Is the Easter Bunny judging me now on it? Is he okay with it? I have no clue what to think. But the itch in my ass is getting stronger again, and just by looking at him, my cock is getting harder and harder, stretching against the tight yellow fabric. Fuck ? Should I leave? I don't know? I would love to see all of him, but... is he even into me , or is it all in my mind ? After just a minute or two, his gaze drops deliberately to my tight yellow jockstrap. A slow smirk curls his lips, and he shifts slightly, the white towel riding higher on his thighs , revealing just enough to make my throat go dry. His voice rumbles through the steam like distant thunder. "First time at the Rabbit Hole, and already starving for seconds? That's a good boy." Is this an invitation? I think to myself, my fingers tapping on my upper leg nervously. The heat isn't just from the sauna anymore-it's pooling low in my gut. His smirk widens like he can read my thoughts, and I swallow hard before nodding, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... I guess I am." "You know, boy," he rumbles, leaning back against the cedar bench with deliberate ease, "because my job here is to be the Easter Bunny , I don't have to look for any eggs. I can just play freely." His fingers toy with the edge of his towel, knuckles brushing his thigh. "By your talk, I noticed-you like to discover things, don't you?" His gaze pins me, dark and unrelenting. "Found this quiet spot in the sauna... your first fuck..." A slow drag of his tongue over his bottom lip. "And you know... I have something for you to discover too. But it's a game with rules." I swallow; my mouth is dry... "What... what kind of game?" I stumble, heat crawling up my neck as his smirk deepens, his fingers now tracing idle circles on his thigh , so close to where the towel dips. "You lose the jock," his eyes dark and full of dominance, watching me, almost like he is playing me. "You go on your knees. And you discover what's under this towel. With your mouth." His voice is rough, demanding. "But, yellow boy... if you choose to look... if you choose to discover... you take it. Whatever you find. You take it deep. No turning back. Do we understand each other?" My breath hitches ; his words aren't a suggestion. They're a command, and the weight of it sends a shiver down my spine despite the sauna's heat. My fingers hover over the waistband of my jockstrap, hesitating for just a moment before I push it down, letting it pool at my ankles. My knees hit the cedar bench, rough against my skin, as I crawl forward, the steam curling around me like a promise. He doesn't move, doesn't help ; he just watches with hooded eyes as I shuffle closer, the heat is overwhelming . The tension, or is it the humid heat of the sauna? Then, with deliberate slowness, he spreads his huge, muscular thighs wider, the white towel draping loose between them like a curtain. The air shifts, heavy with the musk of sweat and something darker. "Under," he orders, voice gravel-low, and the towel lifts just enough to reveal shadowed skin, the hint of some sweating dark thighs , leading to something that's massive too, his skin gleaming in the dim light. "Discover, boy." Photo The black guy in his white towel and Luke on his knees My heart is pulsing in my throat as I duck my head under the towel, the fabric brushing my cheeks like a soft touch. The scent of him hits me... first musky, salt-edged, unmistakably male, before my eyes adjust to the dark space beneath. Then I see it: thick black trimmed curls, the swell of his heavy balls, long and huge. They are hanging right in front of my nose, sweat dripping down over them. Rising between them, the thick column of his cock, dusky and already half-hard. It is massive and thick... his cock covered in veins, pulsing proud under his black and shiny skin , the glint of a piercing catching what little light filters through. My breath stutters. Oh God ... It's way bigger than I imagined. My mouth waters before I even think to speak. "Fuck." A deep chuckle vibrates through him, his huge muscular thigh flexing beside my shoulder as he shifts-just enough to let the flushed tip of his half-hard cock brush against my lips. "Yeah, that's the idea," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement and something darker. His fingers tangle in my damp curls. He is not forcing me, but guiding my head. "You see that?" guiding my head to his cock, pressing it to my bottom lip. "That's yours now. Every inch and every drop that will come out of it. You wanted to discover, didn't you? So discover." His grip tightens fractionally. "Show me how hungry you really are , " and he taps the back of my head to encourage me. My lips part instinctively , the first brush of his cockhead against my tongue sending sparks down my spine. The cold metal piercing against my tongue and just behind it, his warm cockhead. The wet heat and the cold metal mix, making me shiver before I take him deeper, tasting salt and musk as my jaw opens wide to accommodate his thick cockhead , closing my lips just behind it. His grip tightens slightly as my lips move down his shaft and pull back again. He is guiding my rhythm with his forceful hands. I moan while my lips are tight around his cock, the sound muffled under the towel's humid darkness. "Good boy," he growls, his hips lifting slightly to meet my mouth as I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. There is no way I can take him all in my mouth... as I cough a bit but keep on sucking. The towel shifts with each shallow thrust, trapping heat and sweat between us. His fingers tighten in my hair, not yanking yet giving just a possessive guiding feeling. "Yeah, just like that," he murmurs, voice rough. "Get that pretty mouth used to me... 'cause that's just the appetizer." The smell of his sweaty balls under the towel is almost overwhelming . The heat I feel sucking him here makes me shiver . I can feel sweat dripping down from my back to my ass as I'm sucking him. My vision swims with tears as Malik's cock hits the back of my throat, the piercing tapping against the back of it. A slight movement of my head bumps up as he hits it. The towel lifts higher, letting in a sliver of light as he pulls his cock back a bit. My tongue swirls around the piercing, the metal cold against my heated tongue and lips, trying to make up for not being able to swallow him down yet. I glance up-just barely, my eyes following his perfect long shaft to his trimmed curly pubic hair. Through my lashes, I can see a glimpse of something darker than his skin ; above the thick base of his cock is a tattoo . My eyes widen to see it clearly as my tongue keeps swirling around his cock piercing . A bold black biohazard symbol, stark and unmistakable. Sweat rolls down his stomach, gliding over the ink like a warning. My pulse spikes, but I don't pull back. Instead, I moan around him while tightening my lips around his cock, the vibration earning a rough groan from him. His groan is dark, fingers tightening in my hair as he finally yanks the towel away completely, letting it fall to the bench beside us. His cock gleams in the sauna's dim light, thick and heavy against my lips. I can see all of him now, clearly without anything covered up : his unmistakable biohazard tattoo, his six-pack , his naked muscular body, the sweat running down his chest, the way his abdomen flexes as he shifts. Photo: black guys cock "Like what you see, white boy?" he rumbles, his thumb swiping over my cheekbone possessively. "That's not just decoration... that's a promise." He rolls his hips upward, forcing another inch past my lips, the salty precum coating my tongue and the cold metal of his piercing dragging against my tongue . "Means you're getting more than just my cock tonight, boy. You 're gonna walk outta here marked... inside and out." His voice is dark, dominant, and it makes my spine shiver... "You still wanna play? Or you gonna tap out like a scared little bunny?" He laughs at me ; he seems to have noticed my shiver. His words sink in slowly, the meaning of that tattoo explained to me in a somewhat cryptic way. I close my eyes while my tongue keeps playing with his cock piercing . The biohazard symbol burns in my vision even when my eyes are closed, the implication settling heavy in my gut, but instead of fear, something hotter coils low in my belly. I have no clue what he just tries to explain against me... but the sight of his muscular body rising above me, his big chest, his sweating hot dark tattoo above his huge cock, my tongue curling around his pierced cock... it makes me want him. Whatever he means, it can't be bad... he might just fuck hard, but that's what I want for now. My tongue curls over his pierced cockhead again as I open my eyes once more . The biohazard ink glistens with sweat, warning and seducing me, but the way my body thrums tells me I've already made my choice. If his huge cock hurts me by fucking me rough, I'll take it. This will go deeper than James's cock ; that's the promise he is probably making. But I will let him ; I want him. I am here to discover anything, and I will. And I bet ... he will discover me too , deep inside me... I guess his tattoo just means... a hard, rough, and deep fuck... with his huge monster cock. My fingers dig into his thighs, my blunt nails digging into his sweat-slick black skin as I force myself to take him deeper, gagging around his thick cock. The metal taps the back of my throat again, and I moan around him, the vibration making his cock twitch against my tongue. My throat wrapping around his cock, trying to swallow him down like it is the answer to his question. He 's huge... and he's not even fully hard yet. But I try to take him deep and swallow him... I moan and gag around his cock, the vibration earning a sharp groan from the black guy, his fingers tightening in my hair like a reward. I want it... I want his load up my hole ; I think wildly to myself. A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest as he watches me struggle, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Oh, white boy... you suck cock like you're signing a contract..." I guess that's a yes... he murmurs as his hips start to push slowly, taking his cock deeper in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat . His thumb swipes over my cheekbone, smearing sweat... or maybe drool... across my skin . "That eager little gag... that tight throat squeezing me..." His grin is all teeth, predatory in the steam. The biohazard tattoo glistens as his abs flex, sweat dripping down the grooves of his stomach. "Gonna ruin that tight hole worse than your first fuck... but first, make my cock wet. Take it deep up your throat, boy..." My jaw aches as his thick cock pushes deeper, the cold metal piercing tapping against the back of my throat. Tears blur my vision, but I don't pull back-instead, I swallow around him, feeling him twitch in response. The taste of salt and musk floods my senses, the heat from his body and the humid sauna catching around me, making me more horny than I was. His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling yet, just holding me steady as his hips push slowly upward, feeding me another inch. My throat wrapping around his cock, gagging but still trying to take more, my body trembling with the effort. Fuck... he's so big... "Swallow it down, white boy," he commands, his voice rough and low, his hips pushing forward, lifting off the bench suddenly, forcing his cock deep into my throat. The piercing scrapes against the back of my throat as I gag, my body convulsing around him. His fingers tighten in my hair as he forces my head down, pushing me down... forcing me... "Take it all," he growls as I feel his cock pushing its way up in my throat , leaving me no choice but to swallow. I can feel his big cock in my throat , his veins pulsing, his piercing scraping... I gag, my body is pulsing, tears running down my cheeks as I can't breathe . His cock is deepthroating His thighs flex beneath my hands as he holds me there while my whole body tenses up and is spasming. I'm gagging , almost puking while his cock is deep. My nose pressed against his short black pubic hair, his balls tight against my chin. Gagging runs around his shaft, dripping out of my mouth over my chin and his balls. Sounds of suffocation , mixed with spit and wrestling, are clearly audible through the humid, steamy sauna. I can hear his voice barely, "Good boy... that's it... let me fill that tight throat..." His thumb swipes over my cheek, smearing drool and sweat as I struggle to breathe around him. My vision is getting dark, and I'm getting lightheaded . I'm in fear, afraid; it feels as if I am going to pass out... Just as I think I'm going to pass out, he pulls his cock out. His cock is covered and shiny from my gag. Thick blobs of drool are hanging on his shaft when he pulls out fast. I huff, gag, gasp heavily for air, and drool is running down my chin. My eyes red... fuck... he just went down all the way. " Good boy, now my cock is lubed with your spit, so you can take it up your hole," he smirks, watching me as I'm trying to catch my breath. He stands up suddenly, towering over me as I kneel between his legs, his massive thighs framing my face. The biohazard tattoo glistens with sweat just inches from my lips as he grabs my chin roughly. "Hands on the bench, ass up," he orders, his voice dripping with dominance. "Time to see if that tight hole can handle what your throat just took." His fingers dig into my jaw possessively as he takes a step to the side. He lets my jaw glide out of his hands as he positions himself behind me. My heart pounds, my breath hitches, as I scramble up to obey, pressing my palms against the warm cedar bench and arching my back. The scent of his musk still lingers on my lips as I feel him move behind me, his rough hands gripping my hips. My yellow jockstrap long forgotten on the floor as my hole twitches instinctively. *Oh God ... he's going to wreck me.* The thought sends a shiver through me , equal parts fear and anticipation, as I spread my legs and ass wider, presenting myself shamelessly. His thumb glides true my crack, over my twitching hole. I can hear a smirk of anticipation and approval. My hole still sore from earlier but craving more, craving him. His chuckle is dark and low as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back, the heat of his skin searing through the steam. "Tight little hole still wet from your last fuck," he murmurs, dragging his thick finger through my hole, coating it in cum that dripped out of my hole from earlier. "Gonna stretch you so wide, white boy..." His other hand slaps my ass hard, the sharp sting making me gasp as his finger presses in without warning, knuckle-deep in one brutal thrust. Still wet and cummy, he smirks, "I'll make sure I mix my own load with it, deep in you, boy... I'll shoot my load even deeper than the guy before me...." "Gonna make sure of that." His voice is rough, possessive, as his finger curls inside me, stretching me ruthlessly. " I hope you are ready for the Easter Bunny's cock and load, slut." His fingers dig deep into me, and he forcefully pulls out , scraping me with one of his nails. I wince ... shit, I think, that hurt... not sure if he did it on purpose or by mistake. He grabs my hips possessively and firmly with both hands as he lines himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against my hole. I feel the heat, the wet gag on him, and his cold metal piercing. No words-just a slow, inexorable push as his thick cockhead tries to stretch me open, the cold metal piercing scraping against my wet , cum-leaking hole. "Fuck," I gasp, my fingers clawing at the bench. It burns... God , it burns... but the stretch is intoxicating, the way his cockhead pulses against me, demanding entry. My hole twitches , resisting at first, then yielding as he pushes harder, the piercing pushing and almost scraping against my sphincter. Tears prick at my eyes, but I arch my back, pressing back against him, begging silently for him, while I try to relax and give in. A low, satisfied growl rumbles from his chest as he feels my body surrender. "That's it... take it," he growls, his voice rough, while he pushes harder. I can feel my sphincter opening up, giving up the fight and letting his big cockhead in, real slow. I can hear a wet popping sound followed by a warm, heated, filled-up feeling and a sharp scraping short pain. His thick cockhead popped past my tight sphincter ring... his cock is in me... "That's it, white boy..." he murmurs, his voice rough with approval. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back, mingling with mine as his hips roll forward. His hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh as he pushes deeper, inch by relentless inch, the cold metal piercing scraping against my inner walls, making me whimper. I huff hard. He is huge ; his cock is massively thick... my hole feels filled and stretched , as if it could break at any moment, gripping tight around his cock. His breath is hot against my neck as he leans over me, his massive chest pressing against my back. "You take it so pretty..." he rasps, biting my earlobe possessively. "But we're just getting started." His cock not even a quarter of it deep in my hole. His hips roll forward, sinking another inch deeper, the stretch painful , scraping, but the way my body clenches around him betrays how much I crave it. My thoughts and head are spinning... who can say they're being fucked by the Easter Bunny? His cock is pushing into me right now, breaking my hole open. The absurdity mixes with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain as I feel his thick cockhead finding its path deeper up in me. Tears blur my vision, but I press back against him, wanting more, wanting him to claim me. The scrape of his piercing against my inner walls sends sparks through me, and I realize this is exactly what I signed up for. His fingers dig into my hips, he growls, his breath hot against my ear. His hips snap forward suddenly, forcing his cock deeper. A few inches shoot up inside me without warning. The stretch burns, a ripped-up feeling as I yelp. My breath is taken out of me, and my hands grab the bench real hard to hold on. Fuckkkk . I yelp and gasp... my hole ... you're so big, I moan it out. Only halfway , he smirks. He must be as deep as James could go, I think to myself... and he is even bigger... fuck... Slowly I can feel his cock pulling back , the scraping feeling of his cock piercing in me, the pleasure it gives, his warm piece of meat in me. It makes me feel empty somehow while he retreats his cock inch by inch further . And then, pushing it back. He is starting to fuck me, but just halfway with his big black bare cock. Sweat is dripping from his forehead onto my shoulders as he starts a slow, merciless rhythm, each thrust a bit deeper than the last, but never all the way. The stretch is overwhelming ; his cock carves a path inside me that feels impossible, the cold metal piercing and dragging against my inner walls with every shallow thrust. I whimper, but it's lost in the humid air of the sauna. Slowly, he starts to fuck me faster, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. A pounding rhythm makes my body tremble. His hands slide up my spine, pressing me harder into the bench, my cheek scraping against the cedar as he fucks me. He owns me, and he knows. My body is breaking as I start to moan ; a feeling of intense pleasure washes over me . My world is getting smaller, the humid steam curling around our thrusting bodies, pushing my ass to meet his cock every time he pounds. It is just us two right here, right in this sauna. His cock feels so big in me. With each thrust, I feel my body snapping forward, even though I'm pushing back. My hair sways with each thrust . Sweat falls down onto my wet, clinging hair. The heat is overwhelming . My insides are getting warm and slick too; I'm getting ripped up, fucked up... I feel fluids dripping out of my hole and over my balls. It is probably James's cum that is getting fucked out of me by this black god. "Fuckkk ..." I moan aloud while my body is really wet and slippery from sweat . As I look back, I can see his body gleaming with sweat too . It makes his body shine, his veins and muscles even more visible. It is intense as I look back at the cedar wooden bench and press my ass back to him. Sometimes I yelp ; I can feel his cock pushing, pounding, against something inside me. Something tight , something he is trying to break in... Damn , that feeling is good , just as long as he's not forcing too hard against it. " That's your second hole right there," he says as he pushes his cock hard into me again, thrusting against that spot again, his cock still halfway in me. I bet it's all dry behind it. He smirks, "I go deeper than most guys, and you will see stars when I push further than that ; you will see." He smirks, thrusting in and out again, pounding my hole loose. My fingers claw at the cedar bench as his cock nudges against that tight ring deep inside me. His thrusts are purposeful now, each one testing that barrier. A whimper escapes my lips as he pushes harder, the stretch unbearable yet intoxicating. "Fuck... please," I gasp, unsure if I'm begging him to stop or go deeper. His chuckle vibrates against my back, his sweat dripping onto my spine as his hips snap forward again, the piercing scraping that tender spot mercilessly. His hands slowly slide up my back, his fingers splaying between my shoulders before he pushes me down , holding me, pressing hard, my chest against the bench and my cheek pressed into the damp wood. "No more half-measures, white boy," he growls, "here comes the Easter Bunny, " his voice thick with lust. His hips pull back slowly, his cock dragging against my walls until just the tip remains. I feel empty, lost inside. My hole is twitching... needing him. Then , suddenly, he rams forward in one brutal thrust. His cock splits me open from the inside, forcing its way deep into me, tearing me apart . His cold metal piercing shoving and scraping in the front line makes a way for his big cockhead and shaft . The second ring gives way with a sharp internal pop, and I scream... A broken scream that tears from my throat as stars explode behind my eyes. My body convulses around his cock. "F-fuck-!" my breath choked, as his cock is pushed deep into me, past my second ring, burning, stinging, bruising, scraping its way up within seconds. I feel his piercing scraping impossibly deep in me, my hole fluttering around his cock, torn up by his thick shaft. The pain is burning hot, searing through me as his cock splits me open deeper than I thought was possible. Tears spill down my cheeks, mixing with sweat as my body convulses. I scream out real loud, as my fingers claw into the cedar beneath me, gasping for air . My scream is hearable and echoing clearly in the humid steam. It has to be heard even outside. Fuck ... fuckkk... dammmmm.... ahhhhhhhh... The entire length of his cock buried inside me at last, his balls pressed against my ass. I'm huffing from this filled-up, painful feeling, my cries and screams slowly fading away as it turns into soft whimpers . "That's it... take all of me," he rasps, his breath scorching my neck. His balls pressed flush against my ass as his hips grind against me, letting me feel every inch. His cock moves slightly deep inside me as I try to catch my breath. "Fuck, yes... that was the second hole, white boy," he snarls, while I feel his sweat dripping from his chin onto my back. "Tighter than a virgin's throat..." His hips roll in slow, filthy circles, his cock pulsing inside the newfound space, the cold metal piercing dragging over my sensitive flesh. "Gonna ruin you here," I hear his voice promising darkly, "Gonna flood you so deep, so my load will stay with you, turn you... his big black cock deep in my white, now slutty, cum leaking hole. The pain is overwhelmingly sharp and burning as his cock twitches inside me, impossibly deep, stretching me deep and wide. I am trying to huff the pain away, not paying attention to his words, only busy enduring . His pierced cock scrapes my tender inner wall with every slight movement. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to adjust, my body trembling violently beneath him . As I whimper, the pain slowly melts into an intense feeling of joy, excitement, and pleasure, an overwhelming fullness that makes my stomach flutter. The sauna's steam curls around us, thick with musk and sweat, as I feel his slow, deliberate movements inside me , his piercing scraping raw at an untouched place inside me. My fingers tremble against the cedar bench, my hole clenching around him instinctively, drawing a rough groan from him. "F-fuck... so deep..." I gasp, my voice breaking as he drags his cock back slightly. The stretch is almost unbearable, but the emptiness when he pulls away is even worse. His chuckle is dark, possessive, as he pulls back excruciatingly slow, his thick cock sliding slowly out of me. I can feel his cold metal piercing scraping inside me on its way out , his hips pulling back, feeling the emptiness he is leaving deep in my guts. The emptiness when his cock withdraws again is worse. My fingers scramble against the slick wood, my body arching shamelessly to chase his cock. "P-please-" I gasp, the word cracking as he stops just short, teasing me... only leaving the tip of his cock in me, my hole clenching, trying to keep the head of his cock in me. "Miss me already, white boy?" he taunts, his fingers digging into my hips. Before I can beg, he slams forward again, burying himself back in me with one brutal thrust, punching the air from my lungs. "Yeah... you fucking do." I scream out loud, in pain, but also in pleasure. My scream echoes off the cedar walls as his balls slap against my ass, his cock buried deep in me, back up through my second hole. His chuckle is dark, his hot breath against my skin as he leans over. "You feel that, white boy?" "That's my cock rearranging your insides... marking you up where no one else can reach." His hips pull back again, slower this time, pulling his cock back and then bashing into me again. The slap of skin against skin fills the humid air as he slowly starts to fuck me. It feels like punishing strokes as his piercing drags over my inner walls with every withdrawal before slamming back in hard enough to make my vision blur and moan from joy. Sweat is dripping from both our bodies, drips from his chin onto my arched back as he growls. His biohazard tattoo gleams above his thrusting hips, a warning etched in ink as his rhythm turns merciless . Each thrust is followed by the wet smack of his balls against my ass. I start to moan, high and broken as his cock trusts into me, over and over again. His cock pounds deep, his piercing giving me some extra pleasure. The pain has melted into something electric, hot pleasure radiating from my hole, splitting me open with his big black cock. My fingers search for a grip on the slippery couch so I can push my ass back up to each thrust . "F-fuck-fuck...." I sob. My body convulses around him as he pounds his cock all the way in me again, his thick cockhead pounding deep, tearing up something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The steam around us thickens as his rhythm turns brutal. Each thrust pounds deep and hard. His thick black powerful cock and his piercing bruise me, raw and bare without any protection or limits, deep in me... Tears and sweat drip onto the bench as I clench it, my knuckles white. Every moan is punched out of me, ragged and broken, each time he pounds back deep in me. My hole tries to grab on to his bare black cock, tightening around it each time , as if my hole wants to keep him inside me, to nurture his huge black bare cock, to milk it. My body is no longer mine... just a vessel for his cock, his sweat, his claim. "M-more-" I gasp, the word dissolving into a whine as his balls slap against me, relentless. The feeling is overwhelming... his big black bare cock pulsing inside me, his veins throbbing against the walls of my hole with every brutal thrust. No protection, just raw heat and friction as his hips snap forward again, burying himself deep in me, over and over again. A sob tears from my throat as I feel his cockhead twitch deep inside me, his balls slapping against me with a wet smack. "F-fuck-I can feel you deep in me," I gasp, my voice wrecked, my fingers scrambling against the bench. The truth of it burns hotter than the sauna. He 's everywhere inside me, his piercing and cock bruising and tearing my guts up, carving his claim into me... my toes curling from pleasure... His breath comes in ragged growls against my shoulder, his sweat dripping onto my trembling back as his rhythm slows down. Slow, long thrusts, deliberate strokes, dragging his piercing painfully in my hole against my walls, as if he knows he is tearing me up. His thick black bare cock drags over my prostate until my legs shake. "Yeah, you feel it," he rasps, biting my earlobe hard enough to make me whimper. "My cock is ripping the walls of your hole... ripping you open... bare... so my cum will sting..." His hands slide down my back, grabbing my hips forcefully, his thumbs digging bruises into my ass, as he pulls back agonizingly slow, watching my hole tight and open around his cock. "Gonna pull out now... let's see if your greedy hole will follow me." The sudden emptiness when he withdraws makes me gasp , his cock sliding out of me with a wet pop that echoes in the steam. My hole flutters pathetically around nothing, twitching as if chasing him, wanting his bare black massive cock back in me... no matter what... with nothing to divide our skin from each other , no protection at all. I need him... my body needs him back in me. My knees buckle as I hold myself tight onto the bench, my hole clenching around nothing, but no longer able to close completely , my ass wet with sweat and whatever is dripping out of my hole. Through my blurry vision and hot steam, I watch Malik stride to the cedar bench and sit, his massive thighs spreading as he wipes sweat from his brow. A towering dark chest gleaming with sweat, his nipples look like dark pleasure knots. Sweat is slowly making its way down , down over his muscular six- pack, down to his biohazard tattoo. His biohazard tattoo glistens , drops of sweat running over it, almost like a warning, like poison . His veins under his skin pulse , making the tattoo seem to be alive. And right under it, the base of his massive cock stands hard and fierce . My eyes are locked on the thick, glistening black shaft, thick veins pulsing on his shaft, covered in a mix of fluids. Thick blobs are running down his shaft : my spit , James's cum , my ass fluids, and red spots. He tore my hole raw, stretched it, ripping it, made my insides bleed a bit. The cold metal piercing covered in it, on the top of his cock , did its job... I whimper softly as I see a bead of precum on his massive black shaft, dripping onto his massive balls. He counted my insides , lubed it with it, or maybe even fucked a load silently up in me without letting me know. I shiver at the sight and thoughts, but I want him in me again. "Crawl here," he orders, patting his thigh. "Got more for you to take, so sit down on it." His voice drips with dominance as he spreads his legs wider, the biohazard tattoo glistening above his cock as a dark promise. Sweat is rolling down his chest as he watches me with hooded eyes, his thick fingers tapping impatiently against his massive thigh. "Don't make me wait, white boy." My legs tremble as I force myself up, trying to steady myself. I feel weak, used, whored out as I watch him. Slowly, I stumble toward him, my knees weak, my vision blurred from the steam and the intensity of the fucking I just had to endure. But my hole and body itch , wanting more... I can smell his sweat , his musk , while his smirk is predatory. My hands are shaking as they hover over his legs, trying to steady myself. "F- Fuck ...you're huge," I whisper, staring at his huge black cock, glistening in slick. My hands trace over his legs as I step closer , my fingers curling over his warm, hot, sweating body. My white, pale fingers against his dark skin, tracing to his hips. I brush my thumbs over his biohazard tattoo, following the lines. No clue what it means, but it is sure damn hot with him. It's a part of him... and I want him... Slowly, my fingers crawl up, over his six- pack and his huge chest as I put my hands on his shoulders , grabbing it tight. His strength sends a shiver through me , his muscles flexing, his chest heaving with each breath. "Ride me hard enough, and maybe I'll let you come , " he growls, lifting me effortlessly like I weigh nothing. He pulls me to him, my knees pressed onto the cedar bench on either side of his massive thighs. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks, spreading me open as he positions me over his cock, the cold piercing teasing my raw hole. My body against his. our sweat mixing with each other , as I watch him deep into his eyes. The moment his bare cockhead kisses my hole, I gasp.... the feeling is overwhelming even after being fucked rough. I want him back in me... raw, unprotected, rough, and deep. I don't hesitate and, with a whimper, I sink down, forcing myself onto him inch by agonizing inch, my nails grabbing into his skin as his piercing scrapes me open again. I feel him claiming me, filling my hole again. His cock drives deep in me... all the way, till I sit on his lap and his balls press against my ass. "F... fuck... I am yours," I choke out, my hips trembling as I feel his cock all the way, deep in me. His growl vibrates through me as I sit on his lap with his cock deep in me. His hands grab my hips tight. "Damn boy... now ride it," he snarls, rolling his hips up sharply, making me cry out as his cock twitches inside me. "Move that ass, white boy," his voice commanding, while he slaps my thigh, hard enough to leave a stinging mark. "Show me how bad you want it." Photo Luke riding the black guy My breath comes in ragged gasps as I start rocking on him, my thighs burning with the effort of lifting myself. I lift myself just enough to feel his cockhead still in me, then throw myself back down on him. Feeling his cock splitting my hole apart , filling my guts till he is all in. His piercing tearing me again, but I am focused on the pleasure . His strong black hands, supporting me, helping me with each movement... up and down, finding a rhythm. Sweat is dripping between us, our skin sliding together, his cock stretching me impossibly wide with every downward thrust. "Fuck-yes," I whimper, my nails scraping down on his shoulders as he grips my waist and slams me down harder, forcing himself deeper. His hands guide my hips into a brutal rhythm up, then down with all my weight, his cock spearing me open each time. The slap of skin echoes off the cedar walls, my cries lost in the steam as his piercing scrapes me raw inside. I feel him... his big black cock... deep in me.... his thick veins over his shaft.... his heat ... His dark eyes watching deep into mine, our gaze locked. Watching me, as my body is begging for his cock and load.... His dominance is absolute as I bounce on him, my hole clinging to his cock like it's the only thing that matters. His growl is pure possession as he suddenly tightens his grip on my waist, halting my movements. "Look at you," he rasps, watching me deep in my eyes. His face is dominant, our bodies clenched against each other , his black skin on my pale white skin. His huge chest is almost twice as big as mine, dominating my own body. I feel the heat of his body on mine, and in between the sweat of us mixed together, making our bodies shiny and wet. "Taking every inch like you were made for it , " he smirks darkly. Then he slams me down hard, his cock pounding and bruising inside my hole, the pain-pleasure so sharp that I scream it out. His laugh is dark as he watches tears spill down my cheeks. "Fuck, yes... that's my good boy , " he smirks , picking up a rhythm, pounding me in and out, each time faster than before. My thighs tremble with exhaustion, but I keep riding him, each downward plunge sending sparks up my spine. The steam wraps around us like a second skin, the cedar wooden bench beneath my knees slick with sweat as I bounce up and down. His cock fucking mercilessly inside me. "F-Fuck..." I choke, my voice breaking as his fingers dig bruises into my hips, guiding me harder, deeper. "I-I can't-" But my body betrays me, slamming down again, hungry for his bare cock, deep inside me... the stretch... "You can," he growls, yanking me down onto his cock with a wet slap, his cock buried deep in me. His dark eyes burn into mine as sweat drips from his brow onto my chest. "Feel that? That's my bare, unprotected cock deep in you, filling you up with pre-cum right now." His grip tightens, forcing me into a brutal rhythm , lifting me up, then down with all my weight, his cock splitting me open on every drop. My scream echoes off the walls, lost in the steam as my hole flutters around him, milking his thick shaft. His piercing scrapes me deep inside ; it makes my toes curl. My mind is almost exploding. He slams me down harder with each thrust, setting me on fire. "Gonna wreck this hole so good," he growls, sweat dripping from his chin onto my chest as he watches me impale myself. "Gonna pump you full with my poz load, 'til you're leaking for days." His thrusts turn forceful , his balls slapping against me with wet smacks. My thighs burn from exertion , but I can't stop. His cock pistons into me with relentless precision as I can only moan and gasp. " F ...f...fuck me... fuck me... breed me..." I gasp out loud. The sensation, the pleasure, my head is spinning. The pain-pleasure is unbearable , his piercing dragging raw inside me with every brutal bounce. "P... please... harder..." I beg, my voice raw, my nails digging into his shoulders as I bounce on him frantically. The slapping sound of our skin fills the sauna, my hole fluttering around him greedily, trying to milk his cock despite the searing stretch. My hole stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Tears run down my cheeks as I claw at his shoulders, my voice breaking. "Breed me... please... I need it..." The words spill out between my gasps, my body trembling as I feel his cock deep inside me, as our rhythm turns erratic. His dark laugh somehow curls around me like smoke. "You begging for my poison, white boy?" His teeth graze my throat as his hips piston up violently. "That's it... take it all..." he snarls, lifting me effortlessly by my waist before slamming me down onto his cock, forcing me to take every inch. My scream shatters the humid air as his piercing drags deep in my hole ; the sensation of pain-pleasure makes my vision blur. His laugh is dark, possessive, his hands holding my hips as he controls my movements, making me ride him like a puppet on strings. I can feel his already huge and thick cock getting even thicker . It feels like it's getting harder, bigger, thicker, the veins swelling on his shaft , his cockhead getting more swollen as he keeps guiding me up and down , bouncing on him in a somehow aggressive way. I can't hold it, and I scream and moan loud each time. My body keeps bouncing on his, his cock pounding deep in me. His big black bare raw cock, pounding, scraping in my once tight hole. Our bodies wet. His balls slap hard against my ass, a wet slapping sound. The intense feeling of being used by this black god. I can't stop screaming and moaning loud each time I slam myself down on his lap, forcing his cock deep in my hole. Each time I slam myself down, meeting him with a forceful thrust of his hips, slapping hard against my ass. His thrusts are brutal, erratic ; my thighs quaking as I feel him twitch impossibly deep inside me. I am screaming and moaning for what seems to be timeless. Not caring if others will hear me outside or even inside the sauna . It is just me and him... my mind is wild, my body in heat . The pleasure inside me feels electric. I can't keep it up ; my body shivers . I am at the point of breaking. My body is overheated, overstimulated , about to explode. Then his hands crush my hips as he yanks me down hard ; he groans loudly , his groan vibrating through my chest as his hips stutter, burying his cock as deep as he can in my hole. His balls press tight against my ass as I feel his cock pulse. The veins on his shaft thicken; his cock seems to split inside me. I feel a warm, hot, wet pulse deep within me. He is cumming in me! The first hot pulse against my inner walls makes me whimper ... a thick, wet heat flooding me as his grip turns vise-like. He empties himself in thick, pulsing ropes, filling me up. "F... fill me... up," I gasp, my own cock jerking untouched between us as I start to cum at the same time. Thick white cum shots spill onto his sweat-slicked abs as his breeding claim triggers my own cock to shoot its load. His biohazard tattoo gleams with sweat as my cock stands hard against it, shooting thick ropes of cum. I can feel the wet, sticky heat of his cum... a hard , pulsing load after load getting shot inside me... his cum floods me deeper than his cock ever could. A searing claim makes my hole twitch and cramp around his cock deep in me. I can feel thick ropes of cum being shot deep in me, past my second hole, filling me. Rope after rope... no way to ever push it out of me, even if I wanted to. My whimpers are ragged, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as his cum paints my insides, the cold, piercing twitching in me with each spurt. "S-so much , " I choke out, feeling it spill past where his cock stretches me, dripping down my trembling thighs. His smirk is savage as he watches me deeply in my eyes. "That's it... take every drop," he growls, his fingers digging bruises into my hips to keep me impaled. He shoots at least nine ropes of cum in me. My hole is wet, bruised, warm, and filled. My hole flutters weakly around him, trying to keep him buried deep in me as I feel his cock getting softer. His cum starts to trickle out around his shaft, dripping out of my hole, on his balls, onto the cedar bench beneath us. It is only a little bit of all the cum he fucked in me. It is shot too deep to ever come out... Our bodies pressed together , my cock and my own load splashed between us . As we keep our straining positions, sitting on his lap , my body feels used, tired, exhausted , as it rests against him, his cock still buried deep in me. We stay like this for at least ten minutes . Finally, he lifts me ; with an easy slide, his cock pops out, leaving a white and red leaking mark on my open hole. My body is weak, exhausted as he lays me down on the bench. I am breathing heavily, sweating and leaking. My mind and vision are a blur while he smirks. Photo of Luke lying on the bench "You will remember this one... it will sting for a long time, boy." As he slaps my ass, leaving a red mark from his forceful hand. "You just fucked with the Easter Bunny ... and took the main prize ." As he laughs, he slowly walks away into the steam, to the exit of the sauna room. I can hear him opening the door, the sizzling heat as the cold air rushes in. I hear him laugh and his dark, low voice rumbling at me one last time. "Happy Easter ... " Photo of the black men walking....out

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Not been up to much for a while, due to various reasons but had a good time today Working from home, was contacted by a delivery driver I've hooked up with a few times before - he lives with his girlfriend but every now and then likes to, as he puts it "go the other way," He's quite ordinary looking but has a really nice body and cock. I didn't have much time but told him to come round and fuck me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls and then pushed my tongue up his hairy arsehole. He fucked me over my desk, shot his load up me and pushed his cock into my mouth so I could suck it again. Hadn't noticed the time and just had time to pull up my pants and show him out before going into a Zoom meeting.

For some PrEP is the permission they need to embrace the sex they've desired all along. Enjoy @bbpigbtm

PART 1. When i was 23 yrs old I already had some hot PNP and read so many hot stories online about getting slammed and getting pozzed that I started to fantasize about how it would be. After 1,5 years I finally made the decision to find someone that could introduce me to getting slammed first. I went online and met a 22 yr old German boy called Matteo who lived in Amsterdam. He was also into pnp, bare, assplay and fisting and had been slamming for 3 years. He told me that he love introducing young guys to it. We decided to meet up that weekend and slam together. When I arrived a the station he was already waiting for me. After we talked a bit he told me that we first had to get some supplies at his dealer. We took the metro and after 15 minutes we arrive at a house with tinted windows. After ringing the doorbell a ripped 30 yr old black guy in basketball shorts opened the door and introduced himself as Gio. He let us in to a living room with a couch and several mattresses on the floor. We talked a bit and after a while he asked what we were up too. We told him that we were going to slam and that it's going to be my first time. He told us that this sounded hot and asked if he could record my first slam and that in return he would supply as much T as we wanted without charge. This offer was too good to pass up so we both started to take off our clothes. I have seen some nude pictures he'd sent me online but seeing his hot tattooed body in real-life made me so horny. Gio prepared the slams together with Matteo. When we sat on the couch Gio began filming. Matteo asked me if I wanted to get higher than I ever was before. After i nodded Matteo tied off my bicep, found a vein and slowly injected me. When the rubber band was released the heat started to spread thru my veins and I started couching. My brain went into overdrive and I became hornier than I ever was before. I let my self slide from the couch onto the mattress. My 7" dick was rock hard and was oozing a continuous stream of pre-cum. Then Matteo slammed himself which was so fucking hot to see. After coughing he climbed on top of me and started to ride my hard cock. Gio was stroking his huge 13" black cock and asked if he could join in. Matteo looked at me and we both smiled and I said 'Hell yeah!'. He stood up and grabbed his dick in one hand and with the other hand he slowly slid a point into one of the bulging veins on top. He massage his long cock and after couching he then tied off his balls and cock with a shoelace which made his cock swell up even bigger. He then pushed Matteo down on top of me and began to shove his lubed cock beside mine in the boys ass. Matteo let out a howl and after taking it ball deep he started to relax. After 15 minutes of hard fucking he pulled out and said 'Time to switch up'. Matteo climbed of me and grabbed the lube. knowing that I cleaned out before coming over he started to finger my ass. I pulled up my legs and felt him slowly stretching me up. After adding another finger every several minutes his hand began to slide into my ass . Then Gio got a glass pipe and started blowing clouds. I felt Matteo's hand slowly forming into a fist and after a couple of punches it was pulled out leaving my ass gaping. Gio handed the pipe to the Matteo and moved between my legs and rammed his cock in my ass. Feeling his the big cock head pressing against my inner ring. He then pulled out and got a little bag and sprinkled some white powder on the head. Matteo was sitting beside us blowing clouds. He started saying things as 'Yeah fuck that whore' and 'Fuck him raw and deep'. The Gio slid his Tina covered dick back inside and I felt how my insides began to burn. After hitting the ring again he began pressing harder and grabbed my nipples and began twisting them. My mind wanted only one thing and that was to be his hole so being fisted deep before I started to take deep breaths. And slowly I felt my inner ring giving way and his cock sank deep. He then applied lube to his balls and grabbed them tight and started to press them inside my hole and after they popped in he began to move his hips back and forth. He then grabbed my nipples and started to pull and twist them harder. The pain made me tens up and he started to moan harder and thrust his hips harder. I then felt his cock swell up inside. Matteo was stroking his 8.5" tattooed cock and began to say things as 'Yeah Fill this slut like you did to me' and 'Make him pregnant'. I joined him by begging Gio to breed me deep with his huge black cock'. This took him over the edge and unload big ropes of cum deep inside me. After he pulled out he shoved his cream covered cock deep inside Matteo's throat making him gag. After 5 minutes he pulled out because he heard the doorbell and said 'customers'. Matteo lay down next to me catching his breath. Then we heard the dealer coming back inside the room followed by two scally lads in tracksuits. 'Don't mind them' said the dealer to the lads. We saw how they did some business. One of the lads kept looking at Matteo and then asked if he was at the bathhouse two days ago getting gang banged. Matteo nodded. Then the lad said to his friend 'Remember that I told you yesterday that there was a hot slut tied up in a sling getting pounded by at least 15 guys? That's him! Too bad that I had to work that night, otherwise I would've joined in'. Gio leaned towards the lads and whispered something. The lads said 'YEAH!' and Gio gave them an extra baggy. Gio then walked over towards us and said 'Listen sluts. I just paid these lads for some hot fucking. So get ready for them'. Matteo knew exactly what that meant so he pulled me up and I followed him to the kitchen.

18yo topping me a few months back

Chapter 29 - A Very Special Party Despite all of his questions BoiFagBarbie was none the wiser by the time they had reached their destination. Jerome was giving nothing away. The major surprise was just where they had gone. Not the usual trip into urban squalor with its dereliction and neglect. Instead they arrived at a well-maintained townhouse, three stories high on a quiet street. Somehow it seemed much more daring to come to a place like this dressed as he was dressed. Just a thin coat hiding the outfit especially selected for tonight by his Owner. BoiFagBarbie knew he looked as cute as fuck in it. He wore a short-sleeved white lace crop top which semi-covered him from his shoulders down to just below his nipples. It was his first time out with his newly pierced nipples free and he was already getting excited by the new type of stimulation his rings provided every time the material of his top moved against them. Glancing down he enjoyed the image of his hard nipples prominent and obvious through the lace of his top. He wore his gaudiest femboy hoops in his ears and his hair tied back into a ponytail. He'd learned enough by now to be able to apply his own make-up. A little foundation, a touch around the eyes to draw attention to them and an almost subtle pink lip gloss. He'd played around until he had found the combination he liked best. It seemed Jerome loved it too - judging by how hard BoiFagBarbie could count on getting fucked when he wore this look. Which, of course, just made sure he pretty much always wore it now! The delicate lace collar of his top looked great against the pale skin of his neck and both just showed off the awesome contrast with his black leather collar. The latter's silver letters spelling out his new identity with exciting clarity. Beneath his top were the usual few inches of exposed torso. BoiFagBarbie had quickly learned just how much Jerome loved that. The firm, pale, healthy young skin was a huge turn-on for his Owner and even more so now that turning around exposed the obscene invitations tattooed onto his lower back. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' When you wore ink like that it didn't leave much doubt about what kind of a little faggot you were and BoiFagBarbie really loved that fact. He had considered wearing his short shorts tonight. He knew they looked sooooo good on him but Jerome had given him a little plaid skirt instead. He's thought it might have passed for a kilt but as soon as he fastened it above his hips he knew different. He also knew his Owner had been right - as always. As he moved his body he felt the skirt, the wonderfully short skirt, move on him. The material revealing tantalising glimpses of his cage and the smooth round curves of his booty. Even standing still the material hugged the curve of his bubble butt, an obvious invitation to a man to lift it and explore. Despite its plaid nature this wasn't the sort of skirt a school student would wear. This was the sort of thing a pornstar would wear when she was cosplaying as a school student. An item of clothing you only wore if you were going somewhere to be fucked. Talking of which - for the first time since his Breaking In party BoiFagBarbie had swapped his sneakers for some heels. These ones were not quite so high, making them much more easily walked in, but they were covered in sparkling sequins, the sort of heels a stripper would wear. Then, of course, he was wearing his cage and his knee-high leggings. It just didn't seem right nowadays not to be wearing his knee-highs. Just pulling them on made him feel so good, reminded him that this was who he really was now. It was no dream and no fantasy - he was BoiFagBarbie. Just as he had always been meant to be - even when he himself had tried to deny it. Put that outfit all together and you got exactly the result Jerome was looking for. The elements of female style were not the end result they were simply a means to that end. Making a little faggot look like what he was. A young man desperate to get fucked, ready to do anything to take cock in his tight young hole. Jerome knew it and BoiFagBarbie knew it too. That was what made being there with only a thin coat covering his outfit sooooo wonderfully exciting fot r the boi-slut! "You ready fag?" The little slut didn't answer his question verbally. He didn't need to. The glance he gave his Owner was redolent with excitement and eagerness. "Best you get on out there and ring the doorbell then." The boi's eyes sparkled delightfully as his even white teeth pressed down a little on his lower lip. A moment and then he was opening the vehicle's door and heading for the door. Jerome hoped his car camera had caught that last little look. This particular slut was quite something. He portrayed that image of freshness and youth, of excitement and anticipation, like few others in the older man's experience. There weren't many cuter than BoiFagBarbie. However, that was only half the story. Hot little pieces weren't so rare. The real pleasure was finding those looks combined with the right attitude. The sort of an attitude that meant a boi could accept and willingly embrace his role in what would happen tonight. That was a whole lot rarer and he couldn't even quite be sure, until he saw it happen, that BoiFagBarbie would measure up. However, he had a good feeling about this little faggot and that made BoiFagBarbie just perfect for what Jerome had planned tonight. There were two low steps up to the door of the townhouse. BoiFagBarbie heard his heels click on the sidewalk and then on the steps. He couldn't resist looking around him to see if anyone had noticed. His coat could hide his outfit but not his heels. Jerome smiled to himself as he filmed his boi-slut. He'd had some cameras put into the venue but just for now he had to rely on his phone. One of those necessities that he suspected would turn out to be an advantage. The slightly lower quality, more guerrilla-filmed nature of the first scenes being broadcast would help build the atmosphere nicely. Just at this moment, watching the boi take off his concealing coat, press the door-bell and then wait nervously for a response, he couldn't think of anything more appropriate. The camera captured the door opening and a shadowy figure inside. Jerome was a little way away but he still caught the little fag's reaction. Surprise, maybe even anxiety or fear, but the young man held his ground. He did just what Jerome had instructed him to. Jerome waited until the door closed and then he turned off his camera and got ready to follow BoiFagBarbie inside. He wouldn't need to ring the bell - he'd known these men a long time. *** Chad Gillespie sat in the driver's seat of his vehicle where it was parked not so very far away across the city. Generally speaking these urban surroundings were far less novel for him than they had been for Jordan Myers. For as long as he could remember he had come here with his mother on shopping trips or visited his father at the offices of the family firm. However, just at this moment, the city seemed a very foreign place. He hadn't been able to get that vision of BoiFagBarbie sucking and fucking cock out of his mind. He had always thought of himself as straight, had at least always been able to convince himself that he was straight. It wasn't so unusual for a man to find other men attractive was it? I mean that didn't make you gay. Well, who knows, maybe it didn't. But what about getting a rock-hard erection while watching a Black guy fucking one of your male fellow students? What about having to rush off to the nearest private space to jack off and then shooting about the biggest load of your young life? Most of all, what about the fact he only had to think of Jordan in his femboy outfit to have his own cock tenting his pants. It kind of got difficult to deny the obvious truth by that point didn't it? Even harder to deny it when you were sat outside this particular bar, a bar you knew catered to a largely gay clientele. You could not call the evening warm but Chad felt sweat on his forehead. He ran a hand over his mouth, a mouth that seemed unnaturally dry. It wouldn't be so bad to go and get a drink would it? He reached for his door handle but then withdrew it again. Two men were walking along the sidewalk. That was nothing unusual. Maybe just two friends out for a walk in the evening. Except that they turned to go into the bar and as they walked inside one man put his arm around the other's waist. Chad felt his pulse pounding, couldn't tear his eyes away from the door of that bar. He felt frozen in place in his seat and he didn't know what to do. It seemed a huge effort just to run his hand through his short blonde hair. Then another car pulled to a halt just in front of his own. Three men got out, laughing at some joke and while two continued talking the third looked straight into Chad's parked vehicle and right at Chad himself. His frozen indecision shattered in that moment and Chad hurriedly got his motor started and his vehicle moving. He needed to get away from there, away from temptation. He could never do anything like this again. On the drive home his panic slowly subsided until it reached the point where he was himself again. The memory of his fear outside the bar slowly faded and was replaced by a more attractive one, a handsome almost pretty young man that he knew very well giving him the faggiest of faggy waves. Chad felt his cock stiffening in his pants. *** The sound of his damned phone broke Floyd Jacob's concentration on the game. He glanced at his device's screen and grunted before muting the TV. This had better be fucking quick and fucking good. You could guarantee he would be billing the cracka bigot for it! Once the connection was made he heard a voice on the other end of the line. It was not the person he had expected. However, adjusting to new circumstances was all part of the business. "No problem at all Mrs Myers. What can I do for you?" He listened in silence, only raising an eyebrow to mark what he was being told. Well wasn't the world just full of surprises! *** It was a calm and mild night but suddenly a little breath of cooler air swept down the street of rowhouses opposite. It was enough to penetrate his thin coat and BoiFagBarbie couldn't help giving a little shiver. Or was it really the cool touch of the wind? He knew what he was expected to do and though it excited him it also scared him a little. A moment to settle his nerves and then BoiFagBarbie took off his coat and draped it over the railing where Jerome had suggested. He felt a raw, deeper, quiver run through his whole body and knew it wasn't caused by the temperature. His owner, Jerome, had been looking forward to tonight. He hadn't said anything about it but BoiFagBarbie knew. Tonight mattered to Jerome and that meant that tonight promised to be something very special. BoiFagBarbie had no idea what would make tonight special. I mean it was obvious that he was going to get fucked by a group of Poz men, a group of toxic men. He could assume that and Jerome had been happy to confirm it. So there was something else about tonight. Not knowing made it very exciting but also scary. He didn't want to let Jerome down - not after all that Jerome had done for him, not after Jerome had made him the boi-slut that he was. BoiFagBarbie reached for the bell and pushed the button. He felt a fresh resolve that, whatever happened, he would make his Owner proud of him. ***

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.

I thought rush be free would calm down , but in last 37 hrs i have swallowed 6 loads from married guys😜

Wasn’t able to get home in time after my last visit to the local park to meet a couple of guys

Started prep , to protect my partner! We have a great life but after yrs sex slowed down( heard normal) and i just went with it, but started cheating at times after 12 yrs, and ran into few gh& cruise spots. Real masc , sexual gym guy , so i get noticed, and scorpio pig . But the prep stated & had the farts( but bro justaholeff) help me change my diet and helped!!! But side effect is i’m becoming a whore, have suck 13 covk and swallowed 9 loads& been fuck 3 times& bread and it only jan 25, and bury in snow in boston. So after being split roasted buy a couple i realize i am! Does anyone go threw this? Just look at my bottle, it doesn’t have a waring for it 🐽

Even though I was negative, I became fascinated by the pigs and hiv positive cruising chat rooms on Gaydar. At first I was just a casual visitor, but started up a virtual relationship with a guy called Pete. Pete lives in London, and was openly hiv+, his profile said “never” to safer sex and poz preferred, but was a god of a man, 40, fit, muscular, tattooed with a full body suit, and thick, fat pierced cock. I instantly wanted to be with him. We chatted on an off for weeks, me being a bit of a cyberwanker if I’m honest, me telling him my fantasies about being a complete slut pig. In the end it was deal or no deal, Pete told me that if I wanted sex with him it was strictly on his terms and I needed to be at his house in London by 6pm that Friday. Picking up my courage, I took the day off work and travelled to London. Pete met me at the door of his house. He looked magnificent; his tattooed muscular body was covered by just a pair of trunks through which I could see the outline of his cock and the line of the Jacobs ladder bar bells running along the shaft. I had a raging hard-on. Pete grunted when he saw me then said: “Your hair’s longer than the photo – I only fuck skin heads – shave it off” He led me to the bathroom and gave me clippers and a razor. He told me to wet shave my head, cock, balls and arse. I knew this would be difficult to explain at work, but I was so horned by the experience I just did it. It took ages. About an hour later I left my clothes and hair in the bathroom and went to find Pete. He was sitting in his front room smoking. “Good” he said when he saw me, “My terms remember –do you agree to submit freely?” I confirmed that I did. With that we exchanged a long and passionate kiss and Pete took me down the stairs to the basement. It was a proper play room, of the type you see in films, rubber floor, sling, chains and benches, the works. “Get in the sling” he said. I did. He handcuffed my legs and arms in to place, and gagged me. I was then expecting to be fucked, but Pete just walked away and said “I’ll be back to fuck you when you’re ready for me”. I was confused, bareback porn was playing on the TV above my head, but I was alone, and I started trying to escape. Five minutes later two guys came in to the room, one stocky, but fit, about my sort of age the other in his late 50’s gaunt and painfully thin. Both were naked and sported biohazard tattoos. “So this is the new guy Pete wants us to convert - Cute” said the gaunt one. I was terrified, struggled to get free of the restraints, but couldn’t and pissed myself through fear. The stocky guy laughed at me and said: “Don’t worry mate, by the end of tonight you’ll never worry about who you fuck with again. I got in that sling 2 years ago, and I was just like you then.” That was all that was said the two guys just started getting off together and fingering my arsehole, other than that I was not touched. There they were standing at the end of the sling getting off and kissing each other. Poppers were placed under my nose, a little spit to lube my hole and they were away taking turns fucking me. The gaunt one was the first to get close to coming he said to me: “I’ve got a pretty old strain and it’s med resistant. Pete wanted me to check you still wanted this” I screamed in to the gag “Noooo” and at that instant he came inside me, sweat pouring of his skinny vascular body.. “Good, I thought you’d say yes” he said. He pulled out and the stocky guy took his place “Don’t cry” he said to me “Ted was the first to fuck me when I went through Pete’s Process.” Ted started talking to the stocky guy as he was fucking me. “Yeah Nick, breed his hole, this is going to be our sixth conversion this year. He’s the fittest yet.” Nick picked up his pace and was soon unloading in me. What happened next was more degrading. Ted pissed in my mouth and all over my body in the sling. Nick got a rancid old toothbrush down off one of the shelves and shoved it in my arse, working it around and telling me how this was the same brush that had been used on him two years earlier and that one day, after I had proved myself I would be allowed to be a gifter and use the toothbrush on one of Pete’s next negs. Through my fear and horror I started to get hard. Nick laughed and said: “You’re going to take to this like a duck to water mate.” After a few minutes Nick pulled the toothbrush out and Ted inspected my arse and said “looking good. I think we need to administer some pain relief to the new boy. It’s going to be a long night for that cunt” Ted pulled out a wrap and started massaging the drug into my arse, working it in with his fingers at first and then with his cock. The drug started to take effect and the soreness in my arse subsided to a warm fuzzy wet and slush just as Ted shot his second load in to me. Nick was at my side with a little bullet, “snort this” he said. By now I was feeling more relaxed and piggy, and took the hits as instructed. “Nice one” he said, “that was K”, and you’ll be flying soon. With that both Ted and Nick took a break for beer and fags, and ten minutes later, Nick was back at my arse. I was truly flying; my head was everywhere and nowhere. In my mind Nick’s cock was all I wanted and my insides were just his warm wet palace. I don’t remember how long Nick fucked me but when he came it felt like my arse was all I was. “Our work is done, let’s tell Pete” said Nick. With that they both left. Sometime later, Pete came in to the room. He was naked and sporting a huge hardon, a large gauge, spiked pa, coming out of the end of it, in my groggy state, I focused on him and drooled. “Well done mate, you’ve started well, but the process is not yet complete. You told me all your fantasies, I told you to read my profile. What did it say?” “Fit, 40, HIV+, never for safer sex, poz preferred” I stammered. “Is that all you remember or were you just obsessed with the photos? Ted and Nick have sorted out your HIV status for me, now I’m going to take you on a journey beyond your fantasies and make you become the true pig that hides inside you” he said with a sneer. “I’ve arranged a little party tonight and you’re the party piece” said Pete. “To help you out, I’ve got two old friends to make it just right. Guys, come on in” he shouted. Into the playroom walked two guys, right on queue. The first guy was thin and wiry and i guess in his mid twenties, bio-hazard tattoos very prominent on both sides of his neck. Pete introduced him, “This is Kev, he’s your Chemist for the party. He’s going to make sure that we keep your mood just right and make sure you don’t forget too much or get too dehydrated. I can’t promise exactly what he’s going to shoot in to you, but I know you’re going to like it.” “and this is Mick...” Mick was amazing. Athletic, with a Mohawk yes, but most striking were his face and body tattoos and piercings. He had a strinking full face tattoo that went over his head and neck, nose and mouth piercings and stretched ear lobes. “Mick’s a bit mixed up sexually. He may fuck you during the course of the night, he may not. What he will do is tattoo you. He’s a bit of a sadist. He knows my requirement for you to have a biohazard tattoo, but he usually gets carried away and does a bit more than that. A completely ink free body like yours will really get his juices flowing. “What do you think Mick?” “Yeah Pete, I’ve got a few things in mind for this guy – stuff he’s not going to be able to hide under a shirt and tie.” With that Mick took off his t-shirt and I saw a huge biohazard symbol tattoo on his stomach, he got his tattoo equipment out of a bag and started setting up besides me. Kev moved to the other side. “Well guys” said Pete, I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got the first five guys waiting upstairs and I’ll send them done in a bit. Kev, Mick, you know the type of pig I want to find when I come back down stairs tomorrow. Be as creative as you like.” My arms were uncuffed and my gag removed. Mick and Kev took and arm each. Around my left arm Kev pulled a tourniquet. I started saying “No, please no” quietly, over and over, but my hard cock betrayed the fact I was very turned on. Mick tied my right arm down to an improvised bench besides the sling. I felt a prick in my left arm as Kev found a vein, at the same time Mick started to tattoo the back of my right hand. The five guys were all naked, sported various tattoos and piercings, but I could not see their faces- they all wore pig masks. I could not tell their ages. Kev injected me and released the tourniquet. I gasped and coughed. The painful tattoo work Mick was doing on my hand faded into a gentle massage. My body was consumed with pig lust and my arse pulsed with warm wet desire. The first pig stepped forward and took up position at my gaping arsehole, the pleasure I felt was amazing as he entered me. I felt like my whole body was being filled with his cock, my head lolled to the side and another thick cock forced itself in to my mouth. I slobbered on it, the chunky piercing chinking against my teeth. I felt complete. Over the next hour or so all the pigs took their turns violating my holes and filling me with their cum. Eventually, the tattoo work on my hand was completed and Mick said he was going to a take a a break. With that he stood up and pissed over me, worked himself up hardon and started fucking me. “Yeah, I prefer cunt, but I reckon your arse is a juicy cunt now mate” he said. Kev was jacking himself off besides me, and I noticed that the five pigs had left the room. Kev started talking to me as he jacked off: “Mate, You're doing well, but you've still got lots ahead of you. Some you're going to remember, some you're not, but I think you'll like what you find in the morning” Mick got rough and started fucking me hard and then spewed his poz load inside my arse with a few grunts. Kev continued beating off furiously and told Mick to hold my head still and eyes open. Mick did and Kev raised himself up and came over my eyes filling them with his cum. Even in my drug fucked state, it stung, but it was also very horny and I could see the cum blurring my vision. Kev whispered in my ear: “HIV gets straight to the brain via the optic nerve mate. Enjoy” Then he said: “Right Mick, get the hood he doesn't need to see what's going on from now on, I'll just mainline him something to keep him quiet. I struggled a bit as the hood was put on, felt the prick in my arm and slipped out of consciousness.... I woke up with a start. I was still in the playroom and there was a warm steam of piss hitting me in the face. Pete's piss. “Morning”, said Pete. “You've had quite a night of it. How are you feeling?” I took a few moments to think about myself, I felt okay, there was a tingling in my arse, but it was a good feeling. My neck and hand were sore, but I was okay with that too. “Why not get yourself out of the sling and come and have a look in the mirror” said Pete, I was feeling good and pulled myself out of the sling and stood besides Pete and looked at the full wall mirror. The first thing I saw in the mirror was Pete, looking magnificent with his full tattoo body suit and firm body, then I saw myself. The 28 year old me. My head and body hair shaved. A bio-hazard tattoo was now on the back of my right hand, on my neck, running behind my left ear and on to my head was a black scorpion tattoo. I started to become hard. Then I noticed what could only be a large dribble of cum and blood running down my inside leg. “I see you like the first step of my process” said Pete. I became harder. Pete spat on his thumb and rubbed it around the head of my engorged cock. I carried on looking at myself and Pete in the mirror. Almost immediately Pete said: “Cum” With that my body exploded in to an intense orgasm, my cum filling Pete's cupped hand. Pete brought my cum to his face and sniffed, then said: “ I always savour a man's last negative load – it makes me stronger”. With that he drank my cum form his hand, looked at me and smiled. I started to cry. I was lost in thoughts of my life, my job, my home – and the fact that I had allowed myself to gang fucked and pozed by a group of people I didn't know. My shaved hair and tattoos added to my worries about how I could explain them away. Pete started talking to me in his low deep voice: “Do you remember all our conversations on Gaydar? The one where you told me about fantasising being like Bud Hole? Well I'm going to make your fantasies come true whether you like it or not. I have plans for you and they are going to take you beyond your wildest dreams.”

I've taken plenty of black dick over the years, just as I've fucked my share of black ass. I love the contrast in skin tones.

Part 6 - As we approached the entrance to the maze, John stopped me. I noticed that he had my soda bottle with the poppers in it, in his hand. “It is decision time again. We can go into the maze and you can jerk off or suck off a few cocks, or you can get fucked. There are quite a few guys behind us watching you. You appear to have generated some interest. If you want to be fucked you should show them.” I was loving whatever it was that John had added to the Gatorade. It took control of my fantasies and desires, away from my conscious mind. It was giving complete control of my subconscious mind and my body to what my body NEEDED. I took the poppers from John. Undoing the cap, I shoved the neck of the bottle as far up my right nostril as I could, pinched off my left nostril, exhaled deeply, then took a massive hit, filling my lungs completely. I held my breath for about 10 seconds. Then I exhaled as I switched to my left nostril and repeated the process. As I held this one in, I capped the bottle. John grabbed the bottle as I bent over, reached back and spread my cheeks, leaving no doubt for those watching, what I needed. The rush hit and I would have toppled over if John hadn’t grabbed me on one side. Somebody else was on my other side and thankfully grabbed me as well. The two guys supported me as I stood back up and then led me into the maze. Once in the maze, we stopped and John and the other guy supported me for about a minute until the initial rush passed. As I became a bit more stable on my feet, I became aware that one of the other guy’s hands was caressing my ass and his fingers were probing my crack. Next thing I know, I am only being supported by John. The other guy had disappeared. “Wow, what a rush that was! Thank you for helping me. I am good now. I can stand and walk on my own.” John laughed. “Glad to help. Glad you are REALLY enjoying yourself. You really put on a show for the guys watching. I thought you would just wiggle your ass a little bit, but you bent over, spread your cheeks and shoved three fingers in and began fucking yourself.” I don’t remember shoving my fingers in, I thought. But my subconscious mind doesn’t need to tell my conscious mind. My subconscious is in control as it should be. We walked through the maze a little. There were partitions scattered around with holes in them at varying heights. In some locations there was also a step-up platform to allow someone on one side of the partition to stand on the platform so that when he shoved his cock through the hole it would be at the correct height for the guy on the other side to suck it while standing up. There were also some benches/chairs so the guy sucking could sit and suck a cock through one of the lower holes. One could also be fucked through a hole. Very well thought out in my opinion. There were a number of guys wandering about and several giving/getting blowjobs. Nobody was getting fucked at the moment. “Another decision point. We can stop here and you can suck a few cocks and put your ass up against a hole to get fucked. Or we can venture deeper into the maze. “John said. I didn’t need any more poppers to say, “Lead on.” John continued to lead me deeper into the maze until we entered a secluded area. It was like a small room but with a wide entrance in one wall, that you entered through. The inside was absolutely pitch dark. John told me to step inside. He stepped in right behind me. I felt him move closer until he was pressed against me. I felt his rock hard cock press against my crack and realized he had removed his towel. My ass felt like a vacuum cleaner had just been turned on and was ready to suck his cock inside. All this transpired in a matter of a couple of seconds. Suddenly I felt hands all over my body, rubbing my arms, my legs, my chest, my sides. Two hands had grabbed my nipples and were playing with them, getting rougher and rougher. A hand began stroking my cock and someone was squeezing my balls and pulling on my ball sack. Then I was aware of COCKS. HARD COCKS, rubbing against my ass cheeks, my cock and balls, my legs, my arms, my hands. Through the darkness I felt a pair of lips against my ear whispering, “Decision time. Do you want to be fucked? How many pairs of hands do you feel on your body? How many hard cocks do you feel against you, waiting to cum deep in your ass? All will go in you bare. All will cum in you once in your ass. This time, no poppers. Decision time.” Me: “I NEED to be fucked!” John: “You don’t know any of their statuses.” Me: “I NEED TO BE FUCKED!” John: “RAW, BARE. They will shoot their cum deep in you.” In a split second… I knew I had John’s toxic load in me. I had plenty of time to start PEP to keep from being POZZED. My cock was bobbing up and down… YES, YES, YES. “Fuck my ass and fill me with your cum!” I shouted out. Someone touched a switch on the wall and suddenly there was a dull red light flooding the room. I looked around and saw 5 - 6 guys in the room, all with huge rock hard cocks. There was also an empty sling attached to the ceiling. “Time for a decision. Once in the sling you will be strapped in. No chance to protest. All loads go in your ass.” “Including another one of yours?” John: “Yes” Me: “Get me in the sling.”

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I have many great memories from Club 80. I managed to get a few video mementos… [think before following links] https://x.com/turbochg/status/2015360816476999762?s=61 [think before following links] https://x.com/turbochg/status/2015354362487570703?s=61 I also have an 8 minute video from awesome gathering at Club 80 with buddies Boxing Day 2008. Not (yet) posted online anywhere.

I attended a sex party a few weekends ago and had a great time. A married couple host well thought out and planned parties a few times a year. the dress code was non-negotiable. The theme, one-hundred percent naked, cock rings ball stretchers were okay. The guys tend to be around forty and older, fit…. with sizable daddy dicks. No tops, no bottoms, only verse. These parties required an open mind; you had to be comfortable with your sexuality and the type of sex you liked. I was leaning against the bar taking a break. I had just finished pounding a guy and although I didn’t come, I needed to cool down. A nice-looking guy was standing next to me. He stood at least six feet tall, salt-and-pepper hair pushed back by hand. A neatly trimmed beard and mustache complimented the lines in his face, framed by a pair of round eyeglasses. His face read professor. We acknowledged one another and he ordered a drink. He drank two shots of Jack and now cradled his beer mug. We moved closer, pretending we were going to talk and started wet sloppy kissing instead. Our hands and fingers explored each other's hole. My fingers slid in easily, wet and slick…. a sure sign he’d been fucked already. He prodded my hole. Although greased up for play, I hadn’t been fucked yet. He took note gently working two then finally three fingers into me. My moans pushed air into mouth as we continued making out. Finally, he backed off enough to say in a thick Slovic accent, “I need to fuck you”. I bent over the back of the sofa spreading my ass apart. He lined up behind me. On the far wall was a mirror, our eyes locked. He gently pushed into me, and I could feel the pop. That mushroom head was in past my first ring. Reading my expression, he pushed in a little further. My breathing was getting shallow and I was moaning softly. I arced more pushing back, my hole flared open and it was a steady continues glide ending with my ass grinding against his crotch. His chest pressed against my back; he sighed an oh God, pausing to ask if I was doing okay. My hole was stretched wide and he was in me deep. Nodding, I grunted “wreck my hole.” Standing up, he and began. Pulling out almost completely then slamming back in. We fucked for quite a while. I wasn’t going to tap out, and we were oblivious to all the other fucking going on around us. Breaks were long enough for me to hit my poppers and keep going. Soon his strokes became shallow but more rapid. He was getting close. My focus turned to gripping that cock and milking the load. From his sounds, he very much approved. In no time he began to tremble, then bucked unloading deep in my guts. Others around us cheered him, “breed that pig”, one person hissed. Soaked in sweet, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving to catch more air. Still in me, I squeezed his cock, still hard. He composed himself; stood up and withdrew. We kissed and he disappeared into the throng of naked bodies. I was just getting started and went in search of more.

I’m a black breeder I live in GA tho:(

“All right folks, settle down please,” my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6’6’’ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but we’ll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. “For those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,” my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. “this is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, we’ll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal is…Ben Stone?” Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. He’d gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didn’t fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadn’t noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what I’d asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. “The one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.” After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that they’d each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college résumés. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way I’d somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. “I don’t know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,” I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. “but at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.” “You’re right about that sir,” the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. “I do owe you an apology for being late this morning.” “Since I didn’t even notice you coming in late, we’ll call it even. Now hurry up or you’ll be apologizing to your next teacher too.” Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when I’d spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility he’d be taking on in my class. “Maybe I’m not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or I’ll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.” “Actually, I’m the one who wasn’t clear,” the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. “I’m not apologizing for being late to class.” “Watch it Kid!” My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. “I’m apologizing for being late to work,” his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. “I’m not a student Coach Adams. I’m Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.” After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact he’d graduated college at 19, but either way I couldn’t get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. That’s why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing I’d call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since I’d gone by anything other than Coach that I told him I’d probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. “Coach it is then.” There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldn’t see under the desk. “So coach, what’s next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?” “Well that’s a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,” Mac’s surprise was clear on his face, so I decided I’d better explain. ……………… When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you can’t major in heavyweight wrestling positions, I’d floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where I’d coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didn’t paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldn’t rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out I’d kicked his ass at every match, and he’d kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some men’s underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks he’d worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious he’d kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature he’d need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth ‘match’ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because I’d lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that he’d fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my résumé and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him I’d spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing I’d photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didn’t have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted he’d see me for another one sometime when his son wasn’t just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though I’d done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father who’d been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin I’d ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.

(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."

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

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.

I finished my work and then went to class later that morning. I still had the taste of the Professor in my mouth. On my way back from one of my classes I took a detour to the bathroom in the basement. As I walked in there were two guys at the urinal, one older man probably staff and another student around my age. The older man looked at me as I walked in and he smiled. He was around 5'9 thin around 160 lbs with an earring. I went into the stall and sat down. One person left and the other guy at the urinal sounded like he came into the stall. He removed the toilet dispenser on his side and tried to push on my end. I paused as I didn't know if I wanted to open it as he saw my face. He pushed another time and I relented and removed it. He pushed his cock thru. For a smaller man he had a nice cock. It was a good 8" and fairly thick. I leaned in and took him in my mouth. He moaned. "Hmmm I saw you look at my cock when you walked in. I knew you wanted it" he said pushing thru the partition. I didn't say anything and kept sucking his cock. I licked and deep throated it. He moaned and started to fuck my mouth. I licked his head sucking him. "Ohh fuck boy your throat feels like pussy" he moaned "Why don't you pull down those short boy shorts you got on teasing all of us and put your cunt at the hole so I can properly breed you" he said Wow he saw my shorts. He was right they were a little on the shorter side today. Even the Professor looked me over a few times at work. "No sorry on bj" I said "Fucking tease" he said I sucked him more and he kept moaning. After a few minutes he moaned loudly and then shot a huge load of 7-8 spurts of hot cum in my mouth. I swirled on it tasting his ball honey and lathered his cock in it and swallowed as he kept cumming. After sucking him for a good minute after he same he started to shake and then pulled his cock out of my mouth. I swallowed the residual cum in my mouth. "If you ever want a good fuck boy let me know. I am down here once a day normally around this time. I bet you have a nice warm puss" he said as he zipped up. He left the stall and walked out. I looked down at my cock and it was hard. I squeezed it and rubbed it. I waited for 5 minutes and no one came in so I decided to leave and get to my next class which started in 15 minutes. As I was sitting in my last class of the day I got a text. R- how are you doing boy? D- Good Daddy R- You go to the bathroom today and service some men? D- Yes Daddy I did. I gave one guy a bj. I also gave Professor Post a bj too at work. R- Good boy. Where are you now? D- In class R- After class I want you to go back to the bathroom and give at least two guys a bj. Take a pic of each guys cum in your mouth and send it to me. D- Yes Daddy I suddenly got hard. I loved how he ordered me to do things. After class ended, I quickly walked back to the bathroom. As I walked down the stairwell an older man was coming up and looked at me. We smiled at each other and could feel him look me up while he was walking up the stairs. He was handsome in his early 50's, very slim, 5'10", maybe 150 lbs, salt and pepper hair with a short buzz cut and an earring with jeans shorts and tight shirt. I felt him turn around and look at me as I walked down. I was wearing my usual running shorts which are 3" inseam but these seemed a bit shorter or tighter. It made me feel kind of sexy and also self conscious. As I walked down the stairs I pulled it down more. I walked to the bathroom and went into the stall. There was someone already in there. As I sat down he pulled off the dispenser and I did the same. I heard him pull down his zipper and put thru his cock. It was nice and thick a good 7". He smelled a little rank like he may have been homeless but not too the point where he hasn't bathed in months. I leaned in and started sucking his cock. He started to moan and started to push his cock thru the hole. I sucked him and licked him. I also used my hand to hold the part that fit thru. He moved a bit closer to the panel to get more of his cock thru the hole. I kept licking and sucking and using my hand. He didn't last long. After maybe sucking his cock for on a few minutes he started to moan loudly. "Here is comes bitch" he moaned He erupted in my mouth 7-8 huge spurts of hot cum. His cum was thick and salty. I swallowed quickly as the volume of cum was a lot. I kept sucking him and until he pulled back. "Thank you that was amazing" he said. He zipped up and grabbed his bag, used the sink and then he left. Right after he left another guy walked in. He came buy my stall and looked in. It was the older man I saw leaving while I was walking down. He pulled out the dispenser, unzipped his shorts and stuck thru a huge 8" thick cock. "I knew you were coming down here for cock. I could smell you. Suck it boy" he said I opened my mouth and sucked him. He moaned and started to push it further into my mouth. He was already leaking precum and I sucked it up and tasted him. I kept pushing in and out thru the hole. Then in one motion he pulled it back out completely. "Beg for my cock bitch. I know you want it" he said I paused. I waited for him to put it back. I didn't think I had to beg a guy to suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth. "Ok no begging no cock" he said as I heard him put his cock back in his shorts and zipper up. I broke. "Please let me such your cock" I said in a quick blurt. "Say it again" he said "Please let me suck your cock please" I said in a begging tone "Good boy" he said pulling out his cock and pushing it thru the hole. I sucked him and grabbed his cock and worked him. "Damn boy you are hungry for cock aren't you. " he said I just moaned back sucking on him wanting his cock in my mouth and wanting him to cum. I worked him with my hands, mouth and tongue. He was moaning and breathing harder. I could feel him starting to tense up. Then without warning again he pulled his cock back thru the hole. "Beg for my cum bitch. I know you want my cum, you need my cum. Your a cum whore" he said I did want his cum. He tasted so good. "Yes please I want your cum" I said "Why dont you let me and I will fuck your pussy. You have a pussy don't you boy. I bet a nice tight one." he said taunting me "Sorry I am here only to suck cock" I said "You sure, showing off your ass like that in those shorts. Your ass is so tight and fine. I will show you a good time." he said "No thank you. I am just here to suck cock. Can I please have your cum in my mouth" I said He shoved his cock thru the hole again and I sucked him down. After a minute he started to moan again and came in my mouth. Another huge load of 7-8 spurts of hot cum like he had not cum in a while. I swallowed and kept sucking on his cock. It stayed hard for a while after he came and his cock kept leaking cum into my mouth. He finally pulled back. I luckily remembered to take a pic of his cum in my mouth of what was left. I swallowed it after taking the pic and sent it to Rick. R- Good boy. Taste good? D- Yes Daddy The guy next door zipped up. He came over to my stall and peeked thru and said, "If you ever need a good fuck I am here at least a few times a week in the afternoon. I know you want it in your pussy. I will make you feel really good" he said "Thank you" I said He left. I waited 5 minutes and no one came after that so I left.

I got to work around 7:15 am. The Professor was in the office already. I said good morning and went to the back of the office to my desk. After about 5 minutes the Professor came back to my desk. He was as usual wearing his cycling shorts but these seemed a little tighter and thinner and were silver colored. I looked at his face then couldn't help myself look down at his huge cock which was hard and protruding thru the thin fabric. I didn't ask, I just reached out and touched it, teasing the outline and rubbing it. As it got harder, I pulled down his shorts and it sprang out. I leaned in and inhaled his musk and kissed the tip of his head and licked the precum that was coming out of his meat. "You taste and smell so good" I said then leaned in and started sucking his cock, licking it, kissing it while occasionally looking up at him. He was looking down grinning at me and not saying a word. I started taking him deeper into my mouth lathering his thick meat with my spit and then easing it into my throat. He moaned and leaned his head back. I got most of him down my throat taking my time as not to gag on his girth and length. At one point most of his cock was in my mouth and throat. I held it in my throat and felt his cock spasm a little. I knew he was close even though I had only been sucking him for a while. I slowly pulled back and then took him back into my throat slowly working his cock. Then I would bring it out to my mouth and swirl his head and suck on it. I repeated this several times over placing him down my throat and doing short slow strokes of his cock in my throat, then bringing his head back to my mouth, while my hands were working his balls and also playing with his nipples. He was breathing hard now. It was hot to do this to him. After a few more minutes I started to feel him tense and spasm, I quickly pulled him out of my throat and he erupted in my mouth. A huge load of hot cum of 6-7 spurts of his sweet salty load shot into my mouth. I savored it and bathed his cock in it while tasting him. He tasted so good. I had to swallow as he kept cumming in my mouth with some dribbling out. I then used my hand a bit to stroke his length while keeping a part of his cock in my mouth teasing his head, while my other hand focused on his balls trying to milk him of all his cream. After a minute he started to shiver I slowly pulled back off his semihard cock. It flopped out of my mouth. I opened my mouth showing him some of the cum that was left in my mouth, closed it and swallowed. I leaned in to smell his crotch and softly kissed his gorgeous cock. Then I pulled up his shorts. His cock still looked hot in the shorts even semi hard and kissed it again thru his shorts. He rubbed my hair and then pulled me up and kissed me deeply, our tongues ravishing each other and his hand massaging my cock under my shorts and his other hand on my ass under my u/w playing with the plug making me moan into his mouth. He pulled up his hand that was on my cock and it was covered in precum leak. I guess just giving him a bj made my cock leak. He put his fingers covered in my leak in my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean and then he leaned in and kissed me and he tasted my leak. He pulled back and smiled at me. It was a warm nice content smile. The door opened and the secretary came in (heard her heels and smelled her perfume). He kissed me on my lips again softly and walked away. I sat down with my cock hard and leaking more. It was an intense experience that just happened even though it was just a bj. It was one time where I felt a little in control of him and the scene. He was in so much pleasure and I felt he was like warm puddy in my hands. I also felt very submissive to him as the bottom man giving him pleasure. He just had to stand there and let me worship his gorgeous cock and body and it was my job to give him an intense orgasm. It felt strangely fulfilling. And in an odd way it made me feel sexy. I am starting to learn as the "bottom" in things that it is in my role. It also arousing to please him. Not to mention he tasted really good. So I guess I got something out of it too as I sit here with a hard cock that is leaking and plug that is pushing against my prostate making it worse. How lucky I am.

Along with others, i'd stop shy at calling it "addiction to cum," though the feeling definitely resonates with me ;-). i think the feeling is real/valid, but i think the definition "addiction" is too absolute, maybe narrow? The sex drive is well documented as natural, but then people with beliefs get onboard and want to regulate it, it seems, since the beginning of recorded history. Coming from a conservative religious background, i was conditioned from birth to think and feel about my attraction to guys as "sinful." As a kid, i went to the library and looked up homosexuality and medical books prior to 1973 labeled it a mental disorder, so: "sick and sinful." le i was still processing out of my religious conditioning, i went through "reparative therapy" and the term "addiction" was used liberally if you were gay. A lot of conservative religions still consider gay as "sick," and being gay is also often automatically associated with pedophilia. Gay attraction is commonly compared to alcohol addiction. Religion is a huge part of US culture, so if you grew up in the US, you've been exposed to it's influence and a lot of the homophobia that goes with it can become internalized and fly under the radar. i look at our sex drive as similar to hunger, we get hungry, we eat to satisfy that hunger... that's an arguable comparison, and it can fall apart, but my intent is to put sex in neutral territory when it comes to the moral question of being gay. Back to my feel that "addiction" is too absolute and narrow a term to describe the intense drive. There is some evidence of correlation (but not causation) between absorbed semen in women and reduced depression (excerpt and linked info below). i don't think it's a reach to assume a similar correlation with bottoms because the colon is highly absorptive too. But i know for me, my drive to receive a Man into me goes well beyond the "cum." In both my thoughts and feelings, i identify several distinct desires in me that correspond to what i identify as "Top." E.g., His desire to penetrate, open/mold ("fuck"), to possess, control, orgasm and breed. i see and experience all of those collectively from a Top, but the mix varies individually from Top to Top. For me, there's the physical fuck, but equally, if not more, the mind fuck (with all of the listed factors). my crave and drive to be fucked always includes all of those desires, not 'just' the cum, and the degree of corresponding response of my desires (needs?) to be penetrated, opened, molded, fucked, possessed, controlled, receive His orgasm/pleasure inside of me, and cum... varies and is a reflection and connection that i experience with the individual Top. "Several studies have investigated the potential link between semen exposure and mood. One widely cited study found a correlation between unprotected sex and reduced depressive symptoms in women. However, this study did not prove causation and other factors, such as relationship satisfaction and sexual intimacy, could have contributed to the observed effects. Other studies have explored the effects of specific semen components, such as NGF, on brain function in animal models. These studies suggest that NGF may have antidepressant-like effects, but further research is needed to confirm these findings in humans." [think before following links] https://advancestudy.org/does-sperm-help-with-depression/#google_vignette

bare has always been the standard for me

Part 3 Don't read this if ur not into party drugs, drug use, bareback sex, immoral behavior, or anything taboo. Otherwise, enjoy! Darius must have been confused when he came in. He’d been gone for only a few minutes but the scene he’d left was no where to be found. What had replaced it was a giant beast of a man, plowing his heavy uncut meat into the tight, tortured asshole of a teenage wrestler who was waaaaaaaaay over his head. Tim might have been begging for this creature to stop, but his mouth was full of jockstrap and his hands were tied behind his back with his own undershirt. Tears were streaming down his cheeks into the dirty carpet, and I couldn’t have cared less. Looking up at the nude black Adonis in front of me I opened my mouth and accepted his cock into my gullet and down past my tonsils. Occasionally Tim would wiggle, trying to escape the fucking he’d brought upon himself, and if I’d been in control I might have been able to let him go, but the Tina was in charge now, and all I could do was watch and pity the boy as my body destroyed him. “Fuck yeah coach, swallow my jizz.” Darius screamed as he filled me with my first black load. Most went down my throat to feed the Tina monster, but some bubbled up and out between the sides of his cock and my tightly stretched lips. When he finally pulled his spent Dick free of my suckling hungry hole, I could tell the monster had something it needed to say. “You made me do this Tim,” the voice erupted from my own throat. “Now take what you wanted. Take it all. TAKE ALL MY CUM!!!!!!” The next thing I knew I came to on top of Tim’s body. He shook softly, crying but trying to stay quiet so as not to wake the beast. Horrified at what I’d done, I pulled my spent, cum soaked pens from his gaping, torn asshole, and pulled the gag from his mouth, asking if he was alright. He looked at me like I was no longer the beloved coach he’d trusted and befriended. Now he only saw me as a host for the nasty, raw, destructive madman that ruined his virgin boy butt. I needed to make him see that it wasn’t me, it was the drugs and the desire. He had to know that I’d never hurt him like that. “little bitch came all over my rug while you was breedin’ his pussy,” Darius drew my attention to where Tim’s Dick had been trapped between his body and the floor. Sure enough, a puddle of white sperm had collected. Looking at his crotch, it was obvious he’d cum a lot, since it ran from his belly button down through his small patch of pubs and all over his hips, balls, and cock. I took the shredded boxer briefs from where I’d dropped them after I ripped them off his calves before spreading his legs and… “Fuck I’m sorry Tim,” I used the torn fabric to wipe him clean. “Are you okay?” “Just untie my hands okay, please.” His voice was low and submissive. His cock was hardening in my hands while I cleaned him, but his face showed how ashamed it made him. I agreed to untie him, helping him up onto his knees so he could turn around. Now that he could hide his hardening 18 year old Dick, He would feel less embarrassed while I let him loose. Still unstable, he lost his balance and thrust one knee out onto the couch so he wouldn’t fall. Reaching out to steady him, I looked at where I grabbed him and realized his butt cheeks were spread and his puffy aggravated hole was exposed. With one finger I reached closer and brush the hole, making his butt spasm, forcing a thick drop of my cum out. My cock twitched and I felt the drugs taking hold again. Whispering things like ‘it’s okay’ and ‘just relax,’ I took the undies in my hand and gently swept them over his cheeks and hole, cleaning him up and making him relax. “Damn this boy wants more!” Darius exclaimed, reaching out and pushing Tim’s hard cock back so it hung between his legs below his hole. My meat was almost fully hard again. “No I don’t Darius. Just untie me Coach, I can’t control it.” Tim begged, looking back over his shoulder as I stood up until my steely penis was wedged between his smooth teen thighs. “Please Coach, I don’t want to get hard, I have no control over my body.” “Then you understand why I can’t stop what I’m about to do to you.” Tim screamed as my cock plowed all the way in again. It was going to be a long night. ……………. “So after I found out one of my former athletes had dropped out of school and got hooked on drugs, I created senior seminar to make sure they had a future.” I hadn’t told Mac any of the sexual stuff or the fact that Tim didn’t quit school until after he spent a weekend getting gangbanged by me and a bunch of guys Darius lined up. All he heard was my dream to start a gym leading to a job at the school, where I hated teaching English and eventually created this class to provide something more worth while to the kids. “These days I only teach the seminar and a junior level test prep course. That way I can focus on creating great students and great athletes and never letting one of my kids end up at the mercy of some drugged up pervert ever again.” “who was that?” Mac asked me, and I realized I had said too much. “Nobody, just an example.” I smiled and changed the subject to see what sports Mac liked to play. Thank goodness for seminar and some random boys in Denver. I’d been able to keep all the graduates from meeting the monster inside me as long as they were sent to college far away. As for the boys I used in their place, they were all druggy sluts anyway, so it was already too late for them once I let the beast loose. Speaking of the beast, my cock was telling me it’d been far too long since I’d gotten high and used some unsuspecting young hole for my pleasure. It hardened as I remembered the last man, who’s face turned into Mac’s when I realized I’d totally forgotten we were talking. “Sorry, what did you say?” I asked hoping he hadn’t noticed my hand stroking my Dick through my pocket. “I said I always wanted to try wrestling, maybe you can show me some moves sometime?” smiling his million dollar smile at me again stirred something I knew I needed to avoid. The rest of the day, everytime I closed my eyes, all I saw was Mac’s smile as my Dick tore open his sweet 20 yr old ass. The beast was tired of sluts. I just hoped I could control it until Mac was gone, because I didn’t see him taking it as well as Tim had, especially since Mac was engaged to a girl back home

Freshman Project: Jason (Part 11) On Monday, Blake left early for swim practice while Jason got up and cleaned up the apartment from the weekend’s adventure. He enjoyed being able to walk around naked in the apartment, something he couldn’t do in his dorm room. His cage was back on and was a comfort to him, it reminded him that he was Blake’s Boy, his property. He never would have been able to admit that he liked being controlled before he met Blake, but again looking back he knew being under the control of man was what he needed. Jason didn’t know where the meth pipe was supposed to go, so he put it and the torch lighter along with all the empty baggies that had contained the meth in Blake’s drawer. He made a note to ask Blake about where they should go and how he should dispose of the bags when Blake came home that afternoon. Once he showered, he pulled a jock over his cage, put on a pair of skinny jeans, and a tight fitting t-shirt. Blake had told him that he should be showing off his twinkish body all the time, preferably naked, but if he did have to wear clothes, they should be tight fitting so that men he could bring my joy by showing off his body. His purpose in life was to be a sex toy for more masculine men. That idea that Blake had implanted in him, made him feel sexy. Which was always a problem as feeling sexy made his dick want to get hard, which made it uncomfortable with the cage. Jason realized that was part of the point of the cage. He need to train himself to be a sex object for men’s eyes and use, without getting hard about it all the time. The focus should be on his ass and mouth, not his tiny useless cock. Jason went to his Monday classes as usual. He had three that were all lined up, 9am, 10:30am, then 1pm, getting him done with the class portion of his day at 2:15pm. He no longer had to work the dinner shift that evening since he had quit his job to be Blake’s full-time houseboy. He hurried home so he could be there and ready for when Blake showed up, which was usually around 3pm. He got home and immediately stripped naked as soon as the door was closed; it was habit at this point. He then took his clothes and put them in the dresser Blake had cleared out for him. He jumped in the shower and douched, making sure his ass was clean for Blake. After the water was clear, he decided to try something he had read on the internet. He went to the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush then jumped back in the shower. He took a deep breath then shoved it up his ass and started brushing. He couldn’t take much before he pulled the brush out and quickly rinsed it off. He finished rinsing off then got out of the shower and dried off. He was kneeling naked, except for the cage, in front of the door when Blake showed up. Blake had several extra gym bags with him when he walked in the door. He tossed them down in the entry way then stood in front of Jason, his bulge right in front of Jason’s face which was looking down at the floor. “Get it out and suck it Boy,” he commanded. Jason obeyed, reaching up and unbuckling Blake’s belt, undoing the button and then lowering the zipper. He fished the senior’s cock out. It was half hard and he could feel it getting harder in his hand. He quickly took the head into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it. Blake stood there enjoying the Jason’s blowjob for a few minutes. The boy had made a lot of progress and could now take him all the way to the base without gagging. The boy still struggled a bit when Jason was forceful and skull fucked him, but he had learned how to take the large thick cock down his throat when getting to set his own pace. “So I have some good news for you Boy,” said Blake. When Jason started to pull off to look up at him, Blake grabbed the back of the boy’s blond hair and directed his head back down onto his cock, “Keep sucking Boy.” There was a sound by from below him as Jason attempted to say ‘Yes Sir’ with his mouth stuffed with cock. “I quit the swim team. This means we’ll have more time together and I won’t have to be so careful about timing my drug use with the team’s swim meets, so more partying for us. Also, the nationals are happening soon which is like a ten day tournament back east and well, I want to be here with you during that time, just in case I’ve succeeded in getting you pregnant. A Daddy needs to be there for his Boy when he’s sick,” explained Blake. Jason was excited to hear that he’d get to spend more time with Blake, so he redoubled his efforts to take all of Blake’s long thick cock down his throat. He managed to get it all the way down his throat so that his lips were pressed against Blake’s pubic bone and balls. Blake immediately reached down and grabbed Jason’s head, pinning him against his groan. He held him there, waiting. He felt Jason’s throat start to spasm and the boy instinctively trying to pull away to clear his breathing tube. But he held Jason tight, depriving the little twink of oxygen. “Relax Boy, you got this, just accept it,” said Blake as Jason fought against the instinctual urge to survive by pulling away. Blake watched the boy carefully, when he saw that Jason was close to passing out, he released the twink’s head and even pulled on his blond hair to help get his cock out of the boy’s throat. Jason was coughing and fighting the urge to vomit. Tears leaked from his eyes and snot ran out his nose. He’s face was covered with his own tears, snot, saliva, and Blake’s pre-cum. Blake stared down at him as he lay on the floor recovering, “Fuck you’re so hot.” The jock reached down and picked the smaller boy up and carried him into the bedroom. He lay Jason face down on the bed then climbed up on top of him. Blake was still fully clothed as he pressed his cock, still slick with all of the phlegm and spit from Jason’s throat, into Jason’s ass. There was no lube other than the mix of spit, phlegm, and pre-cum as Blake entered Jason. They didn’t speak as Blake started pounding into Jason’s ass. The only sound was Jason’s whimpers and Blake’s grunts as the older poz jock fucked the young twink’s ass. Blake noticed that it got slicker and wetter as he went. He looked down and noticed that there was some blood on his cock when he pulled it out. That finally brought a pause to the poz breeding. “You okay Jason? You’re bleeding,” said Blake. “Yeah, it hurts but it feels good. I’m okay. I may have used a toothbrush on my ass before you got home. I read on the internet that it can help, well, you know, um, cause a positive load to take,” responded Jason, starting to feel a bit awkward about what he had done. “Really? You tore up your ass with your toothbrush to help convert from my toxic loads. You must really want to get pregnant from me and carry my babies with you forever. That right Boy?” asked Blake. “Yes Master, yes more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I want to belong to you, fully and totally. Be my Poz Daddy, please Sir,” begged Jason. “Fuck yeah,” said Blake as he resumed his hard pounding of the slim eighteen year old twink underneath him. While all of the previous boys had begged for it, none had ever gone this far to make it take. He realized he had a really special, totally submissive slave boy beneath him. Once that he would convert and make his forever. He thought about all the fun they would have together and yelled out as he dumped his HVL cum into Jason’s ripped up rectum.

Just left... texted me while i was making dinner and it's been 3 days since He last bred me. i start getting twitchy after going two days without being bred lol, and i have to go back on rotation at the hospital the next two days, and typically don't do any fucking when pulling 13 hour shifts. Totally relieved when He called and needed to fuck, instantly connects to my need to be fucked, like pulling on a leash and collar :-). i'm full of seed now and can resume making dinner minus the withdrawal symptoms. So grateful for Guys and sex and that amazing connection we can have with each other. Life is good.

more slutty than u already are? not possible! 😜 all kidding aside one "side affect" i enjoy is not having to ask people their status b4 sex, or conversely feeling bad about myself for not asking. it's such a HIPPA violation. even listing our status on the apps seems wrong to me. such an invasion of privacy.

Oh, and the iconic 1980s goth, homoerotic vampire and real life bad boy, Kiefer Sutherland.