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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 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.

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

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

Reading this has been so fucking WILD over the last few weeks. Just a reminder of the boipussy that these men ruined in this story 🙂 If it were possible for ANYTHING like this to happen, I would do it all!

Here's mine

Happy gloryhole cumdump with 2 strangers’ loads in my ass

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

My anal intruder

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.

Part 2: The Hunter and the Prey (bunny) - Sling catch The humid air of the sauna hall wraps around me, a smell of chlorine and sweat. On my bare feet, I slowly walk over the wet tiles. I can feel the heat of desire around me. Some music is playing, a beat that vibrates through the tiled floor, up my bare feet and into my chest. Or is it my heart ? Pumping from excitement and nervousness. My yellow jock, a vibrant splash of color against my pale skin, feels tight around my body . But I'm not the only one... Men, some in towels, some in jocks of various colors, their bodies glistening under the lights , sweating, hunting, or being hunted. The guys wearing collared jocks all wear different ones. I see blue, red, green, and so on... But no one has the same color as each other . We all seem to wear a daring invitation to the guys wearing white towels -an invitation to play when you find a matching egg. They are gazing at us, gazing at me... My eyes dart around, taking in the men around me, laughing, cruising, disappearing into darker corners, into saunas, whirlpools, and pools. The cheers , the grunts, the unapologetic sensuality of it all give me a thrilling, almost overwhelming rush. Wherever I watch, I can see face-colored eggs laying around, ready to grab. I can see my own yellow color too, in some places. They are even floating in the whirlpool . So ... I guess more guys can match with me? Who will be the first one to grab it? Who will match himself with me? Photo walking in the sauna I wander deeper into the building, each hallway and room revealing a new place of desire. A steam room hisses as I watch into it through the open glass doors. I can see bodies pressed against each other , sounds of desire and pleasure. There are dark rooms, relax rooms, you name it. My breath itches in my throat from the scent of the steamy saunas , a knot of anticipation tightening in my gut. I can feel eyes on me, tracing the curve of my ass through the thin yellow fabric, lingering on the slight bulge of my cock. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I walk on. A hand, warm and firm, suddenly stops me, holding me at my belly. I flinch and glance at the guy on my left, who is blocking my path, my gaze locking with a pair of intense, emerald green eyes. He stands there, almost chilling against the wall, smiling at me. He is a towering presence. Red, curly hair, a strong face with a trimmed red beard accentuating a strong jaw. A golden necklace with a scorpion pendant gleams against his white-reddish skin ; it rests on his massive chest. His nipples look like knots, pointing a bit downward from his muscular chest, and right under it, a six- pack. Huge and strong muscular arms, his right one covered in tattoos. He is wearing a white towel, low around his waist. He's massive, a wall of muscular and hard flesh. "Lost, little bunny?" His voice is a low rumble, his gaze locked on me. "Looks like I found my Easter treat. You're matching, kid," while he holds a yellow plastic egg in the air, right in front of my face . That means we will play... he laughs. His gaze drops to my jockstrap, then back up to my eyes, with a smirk on his lips. His fingers brush my hips. His hand and fingers feel warm and tender. I almost can't speak a word, but I manage to stumble ... "Just... exploring." He chuckles, a deep, resonant sound, still keeping his hand on my hip. "Exploring, are we?" His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of my belly, a feather-light touch that makes my nipples harden. "I can show you a few places to explore -places you might like." He lifts the yellow egg, twirling it between his fingers. "This means you're mine to play with now, doesn't it?" My heart is pounding against my ribs. *Mine.* That word sounds primal, like the hunter has caught me as his prey..... I am the prey!?!? I am feeling both terrified and exhilarated . "I... I guess so , " I stutter out , still impressed by the huge muscular guy. His smirk widens, predatory and alluring. "Good boy." He taps my underbelly, a possessive gesture. "I'm James." His fingers remain on my underbelly and hip. It feels rough and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I can see his golden scorpion pendant swinging slightly as he leans in, bending over to me. His mouth and face are next to mine, his breath warm against my neck and ear. He whispers, "And I'm gonna show you what a real Easter hunt feels like." "Luke." I stumble as the words escape my lips softly. "Okay..."..... I can feel my cock jump a bit in my jock. His breath is hot against my ear, and his beard scratches my cheek. My knees feel weak. "Luke." He savors my name, letting it roll off his tongue. "Come with me, Luke. I know just the place for a curious little bunny like you." He doesn't wait for a response, grabs my hand, and turns, pulling me gently but firmly behind him. His towel shifts, revealing a glimpse of massive, muscular thighs-ridged with veins. For a second, I forget how to breathe while he pulls me through the hallway and the crowd. I follow, a willing lamb to the slaughter, my body already buzzing with anticipation. We weave through the crowd, James's broad shoulders parting the sea of men. He leads me down a dimly lit corridor, away from the pulsating heart of the main hall. The music softens, replaced by a symphony of grunts, moans, and the rhythmic creak of ropes. A new scent fills the air: leather, sweat, and something musky, primal. My eyes adjust to the gloom, and I see a series of rooms-leather curtains serving as doors to each of them. James pulls me into one, stepping inside ahead of me. It's dark, barely lit, but larger than I expected. The sounds intensify as we walk in. A sharp crack, a yelp, then a guttural moan. My eyes widen as they adjust to the poor light. There are hanging leather slings all around . I glimpse a tattooed Latin man, his back glistening with sweat, thrusting furiously into a pale, smooth-skinned guy lying in a leather sling. The guy in the sling is moaning, his legs spread wide, held in place by the sling, his ass a bruised red. "Fuck me, daddy! Breed me! Fill me with your poz load!" The words, raw and desperate, slice through the air, clear and unmistakable. The Latin guy grunts, his hips pumping harder, a wet, sloppy sound with each thrust. A shiver, a mixture of fear and intense curiosity, shoots through me. That guy is begging for this fuck ; he is begging for his load... a so-called *Poz load*. The words hang in the air, a dark, alluring whisper, unsure of what they mean, while James stands close to me. Almost automatically, I grab around his waist, both scared and aroused by what I am seeing. That guy around my age is getting fucked hard and willingly . My cock twitches in my jockstrap ; my mouth suddenly dry. Photo Luke and James He glances at the guys fucking in the sling, then back at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes as I hold on to him, my jock pressed tight against his leg. His fingers trace the waistband of my jock, teasingly sensitive on my skin. "You like watching, Luke?" His voice is a low growl, barely audible over the wet slap of skin beside us. "I can feel your cock getting hard. It is pressing against my leg , " while he grins at me. "Tell me-does it make your hole clench?" His thumb hooks under the elastic of my jock, his fingers slowly guiding and exploring inside. I can feel his warm fingers on my bare ass. I swallow hard, my eyes darting between James's intense stare and the brutal rhythm of the Latin guy's hips. "I-" A particularly loud moan cuts me off, the younger guy arching as his ass takes every inch. "I've never... done that," I admit, breathless. The confession feels heavy, as if I am revealing a secret. He keeps his fingers on my jocks waistband, teasing, playing with it. "Virgin," he murmurs, not asking but repeating as if it were a revelation. His gaze darkens, pupils blown wide. The scorpion pendant on his necklace glitters as he comes closer. "You picked a hell of a place to lose it, bunny." His chuckle is rough, approving. In the meanwhile, he slowly guides me toward an empty sling. I can feel the cold leather sling bouncing against me as he guides me into place. The cold metal chains on the ceiling make a sound as soon as I touch the leather sling. "Watch them," he orders, nodding at the Latin guy and the white boy fucking right in the sling next to us. The Latin man is fucking his boy with brutal precision. "See how he takes it? How he *wants* it?" His hands find my hips, kneading. "That could be you." James's fingers hook into my jockstrap, peeling it down slowly. Cool air hits my exposed skin, making me shiver. My ass is getting exposed, my cock a bit hard, popping out and free. James lets my jock fall to the ground and gestures me to step out of it, as I do. "Tell me, Luke," he murmurs, lips grazing my ear, "do you want a fuck like that? Hard? Limitless?" His tongue licks my lobe. "I'll start gentle... but I won't stay gentle." The leather creaks beneath me as James pulls me up in the sling. My legs spread instinctively, exposing everything. My gaze flicks between James-his massive chest looming over me-and the Latin guy still pounding into his boy. The raw sounds, their sweat dripping onto leather, the way the younger guy's toes curl. It 's hypnotic. The Latin guy pulls out completely , his cock glistening, thick veins pulsing, his balls tight. The boy whimpers, his hole twitching empty for just a second before that slick, swollen cock slams back inside him. The impact echoes... wet... brutal... The boy screams, his back arching off the sling. My own cock aches, untouched. "I-I want it," I whimper . The surrender sends a shiver down my spine. But this is what I was craving - a fuck like that boy. No thinking, no holding back, no shame, just intense pleasure... My fingers dig into the leather sling beneath me, my legs spread wider instinctively. I lift my legs and hook my feet into the leather supports. The leather straps feel cold but gentle on my skin as I lean back, my ass free and up in the air, my body open, vulnerable. The sensation is strange, exhilarating. My blond curly hair brushes against the cool leather of the backrest. James steps closer, his eyes scanning over my exposed body. My chest, smooth and hairless ; my stomach, flat and tight ; my shaven pubes ; my semi-hard cock. My ass, round and tight, is presented to him, an invitation for his pleasure. He reaches out, his rough hands softly brushing and exploring over my body , mapping my body like a territory to conquer. His thumbs circle my nipples until they get hard. His fingers trail down my trembling stomach to the inner side of my groin. He touches me, grabbing my balls and hardening cock, while his thumb touches my hole. My body is trembling with a mixture of nerves and raw desire , his eyes full of lust. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval as his fingers trace the curves of my ass. His other hand is at my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. "Spread out like a fucking present just for me." His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he leans down, his beard scratching against my jaw as he starts to kiss me. His lips and tongue feel warm. His tongue enters my mouth, caught in a wrestle with mine. The golden scorpion pendant swings between us, cool metal brushing my chest. a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. His kiss is rough, all tongue and teeth. His tongue feels so damn good. I feel the scratch of his beard against my skin. I can only gasp into it, my hands gripping the leather sling from Extase . His scent, spicy, musk, and something darker as I inhale. I kiss him back intensely , his warm muscular body almost pressed against me while he stands there bent over me. I can feel his towel still wrapped around his hips against my thighs , his cock swelling insistently against us , pushing hot and thick through the fabric. My stomach tightens, my own cock twitching in response. I need this. After a few minutes, he pulls back from the kiss just enough to let me catch my breath. It feels like hours, and I really want to keep doing this. I can hear his own breath in my ear before he kisses it gently. His lips trail down by my ear to my jaw. My lips open, ready to take another deep kiss, but instead, he slowly works his way down my throat . His teeth graze the hollow of my collarbone as his hands run over my naked body. They roam lower, fingers tracing the dip of my waist before gripping my hips dominantly . " I am gonna taste every inch of you," he growls against my skin, the words vibrating through me as his tongue flicks over a nipple, teasing it. They get hard and wet, peeking between his soft lips. He nibbles softly on them before moving lower and lower , his beard scratching a path down my trembling stomach. The scorpion pendant swings between us, cool gold brushing my skin as he sinks to his knees, his breath hot against my inner thighs, followed by his warm tongue and lips. My fingers tangle in his red curls almost instinctively. His thumbs press into the soft flesh of my ass, spreading me open with deliberate slowness, exposing my hole to the humid air. I can feel his warm breath against it ; he is watching it. After some seconds, I feel a first slow swipe of his tongue ; it is experimental, a teasing lick over my twitching hole that makes my whole body jump. "Christ, you're tight," he murmurs against me, his voice rough with hunger before diving in again, this time firmer, wetter, his tongue working me open in slow, deliberate circles pressed against my tight hole , his beard scratching over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. The sensation is almost electric ; it's overwhelming ...and I arch off the sling with a choked moan Every lick of his tongue feels like heaven and ecstasy . It tickles , it scratches, it is warm and wet. I can only moan. My fingers twist in the leather straps as his tongue delves deeper. It feels restless, wet, insistent, relentless. The wet heat of his mouth, the scrape of his beard against my thighs, the obscene sounds of him *devouring* me... he is eating my hole... it's too much and not enough all at once. My cock is dripping onto my stomach, untouched, as he groans against my hole. The vibration sends another shockwave through me. "Fuck, James-" I spill out, unbidden, my voice wrecked already. In the meantime, the Latin guy's rhythmic grunts beside me, fucking the other boy, fade away; there's only this-only James's tongue licking and almost digging into my tight hole, like he's starving for it. I'm only focused on this. James pulls back, leaving my hole wet and itchy , clenching tight in response to the colder air. In that moment , my head spins . I want more of this, more of him. After a few seconds, he spits directly onto my twitching hole, the slick coolness a contrast to the heat of his mouth before. My hole is so wet that I can feel his spit dripping down my ass. He licks it up greedily, his beard rough against my cheeks. My toes curl and my legs tremble as he hums approvingly, watching my boy hole. The sound vibrates through me. "Sweetest fucking bunny," he mutters against my skin before diving back in, his nose pressing against my balls as his tongue pushes back on my hole . He starts to fuck me with it. I feel his tongue slowly sliding in deeper, while my hole is wet and willing. It is opening for him. The sling creaks under my squirming, my back arching off the leather as the feeling of pleasure tightens in my gut. Is this what it's like to be used? To be rimmed? It almost feels like a god working on my hole. He knows what he is doing ; he has pleased hundreds of guys before, I can feel it. And he is that damn good at it... and I ... I am a willing virgin, willing to be pleasured, willing for him! His tongue is relentless, flattening and licking against my hole before he points it to work it in again, his tongue pushing deeper each time, like he's mapping me from the inside. A whimper escapes my mouth when he suddenly sucks on my hole ; the pressure makes my cock leak onto my stomach. "Please....." I moan out loud , not even knowing what I'm begging for. I don't want this to end ever ; I want more... The heat of James's mouth is almost unbearable, the wet sounds of his tongue working me open and my moans echo louder than the moans and grunts around us. His beard scratches my inner thighs ; the rough sensation is in contrast with the slick heat of his tongue pushing insistently inside me. My fingers twist in the leather straps of the sling, my knuckles white as the pleasure is almost too overwhelming. When his lips seal around my hole again and he starts to suck again, my back arches off the sling, a strangled cry tearing from my throat. "Fuck, James.... please ... more...." The words are raw, desperate, my hips rocking against his face instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. His fingers are digging into my thighs, hard enough to leave marks. Suddenly, he withdraws with a wet pop ; my hole is sucked out, squeezing tight as soon as his mouth leaves my entrance . His lips are glistening as he gazes deeply into my eyes, still down on his knees. "Still tight," he growls, dragging his thumb over my wet, rimmed hole, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Gonna change that , " he smirks with a dark sound as he spits again, right onto his middle finger, before circling around my sphincter slowly. "Breathe out, Luke," he orders. I don't really know what to expect or what he wants, but I do as I'm told, and the second I do, he pushes his middle finger in to the knuckle without warning. My eyes widen; I can feel a sharp pain pushing up my tight hole, the stretch... His warm finger brings a feeling of being somehow filled... his finger reaches deeper than his tongue could ever go. My gasp echoes off the walls. "Fuck ... " I moan out while my whole body contracts uncontrollably, my sphincter clamping instinctively around his finger. "There we go," he murmurs, twisting his finger inside me with ruthless precision. My gasp is sharp ; I can feel him inside me as he crooks his finger, dragging against that spot... my prostate... It almost feels like electricity is shooting up my spine. "There it is," he growls, watching my cock jump against my stomach. I moan loudly as he keeps applying pressure. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his dark eyes watching me as he pulls his big cock out of his boy with a wet pop. Some wet blobs, probably mixed ass fluid, cum, and I don't know what else , fall down on the floor as soon as the Latin guy's cock gets out of the boy's hole. "Found yourself a moaner, eh?" he taunts, his accent thick as he guides his cock to the younger man's head. His slick-covered cock pushes against the boy's mouth, demanding he open up, as he does , forcing him to taste his own wet hole on the guy's dick. James just smirks, never taking his eyes off me as his finger curls inside me, stretching me wider. "Oh, he's more than that," he rumbles, adding a second finger beside the first. I can feel my sphincter burn as he builds up the pressure for his second finger. It makes me whimper. "He's a virgin." The Latin guy whistles low, his hips thrusting into his boy's mouth. "Lucky bastard," he mutters before getting his attention back on his own younger guy, forcing him to swallow his cock deep. At the same time, my sphincter breaks in, his second finger slowly entering me deep. I moan loud again. I can feel how he is stretching my hole , scissoring me with his fingers dug deep inside me. My hips jerk instinctively away from the stretch, then back toward his fingers as the sling is correcting my moves. A pleasure of pain mixed with an overwhelming sensation. James's fingers twist inside me, pressing against my prostate again . I cry out, "Fuckkkk ... " my cock twitching against my stomach. Next to me, the Latin guy groans, his hips slapping forward as his boy is gagging around his cock. The sounds, the smells, the way James's fingers are moving inside me. I can only cry and moan. The pleasure and pain are intense. He is opening me up, but I'm just still too tight. It 's almost too much. I can feel my hole flutter around his fingers, my body betraying me by accepting his fingers in me, trying to resist it. "James-" I spill his name from my lips, almost like a trembling prayer, my voice wrecked already. Everyone can hear my intense feeling, my pain, my desire for more, but the limitation of my still tight, too -dry hole. The Latin guy reaches over, his rough fingers brushing through my sweat-damp blond curls in an almost soothing gesture. "Breathe, pequeño," he murmurs, his accent thick and his voice low, as his thumb strokes my forehead . His touch is oddly grounding, a contrast to the ruthless stretch of James's fingers inside me. I huff... trying to endure it all , to let the feeling of pleasure get the upper hand . "He's prepping you good, so you will be ready to take his cock, " he adds, nodding at James. James growls in agreement, his fingers scissoring wider. I can feel it burn inside me, stretching, curling his fingers inside me before he presses my prostate again. My back arches off the sling, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, fuck" I choke out.... my cock dripping onto my stomach untouched. The Latin guy chuckles, his fingers tightening in my hair. "You like that, eh?" He grins. "Wait till he's balls-deep." James growls again, his fingers scissoring and pusnhing deeper inside me, stretching me relentlessly. his fingers moving in and a bit out. The burn is sharp, but the way his thumb brushes my perineum sends sparks through me. he is moving faster and faster, in and out, but Always the tip of his finger in me. i wimp.... it burns.. i siss out. fuck..... James leans down, wile i can feel his fingers puled out of my thight hole. His fingers slide out of me with a wet sound, leaving my hole clenching around nothing my hole burns, almost like its on fire, feeling empty, feeling like i want him back in me. his tongue replaces his fingers for a moment. hot and wet against my stretched hole. licking me, his tounge fucking deep, before he pulls back again, his beard glistening with spit. "Need more lube," he growls, his gaze flicking to the younger guy’s puffy wet hole next to us. The Latin guy smirks, " The first time is always the hardest and tightest, " nodding in understanding. With his rough hands, he yanks the boy's hips higher. He grabs the boy's ass cheeks, spreading him wide open to expose the slick mess of his well-used hole. It is glistening with spit, cum, and sweat. "Use this," he offers, his thumb pressing next to the boy's stretched and puffy hole. I can see James's gaze, watching the boy's hole. Before I can protest, he reaches over to the Latin guy's boy, almost without hesitation, pressing two thick fingers into the boy's stretched, slick hole with a wet squelch. The boy moans loudly , his hole twitching around James's fingers, his back arching, as James pushes his fingers deep, almost scraping and twitching inside him. His hole is leaking thick, milky fluids. I guess a mix of spit, ass fluids, and cum... cum from the Latin top and who knows what more? I can see James pushing and turning his fingers inside, while the boy's hole keeps leaking. After a few pushes, the boy moans really hard, his back arching, as James pulls his fingers out, dripping and scraping all the fluids. The boy's legs tremble as James collects the mix of lube, spit, and cum, swiping his fingers through the slick mess dripping from the boy's stretched hole. The guy whimpers, but at the same time, the Latin guy pushes his cock deep into his mouth to shut him up. Photo of the boy in the sling "Fuck, that's wet," James mutters, his voice rough with approval before dragging those slick fingers back to my hole, pressing them inside me with a slow, deliberate twist. "Better than spit," he rumbles as he watches my face while his fingers sink to the knuckle deep into my hole, twisting ruthlessly. The added wetness eases the stretch just enough, still tight, still burning, but now with a slick heat that makes my toes curl. James's fingers are twisting inside me again, rubbing firmly against my prostate. "Fuck-!" I arch off the sling, my cock pulsing against my stomach. "James, please-" My voice cracks, my hips jerking uncontrollably. I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore... just more... James watches my reaction with dark satisfaction, his fingers twisting, scissoring wider inside, stretching me. His other hand grips my thigh, keeping me spread wide as he leans down to lick a stripe up my cock, the sudden wet heat making me jerk. "Tastes like anticipation," he murmurs against my skin before swallowing me down to the root in one smooth motion. My back bows off the sling as pleasure crashes through me, his mouth hot and tight around my cock while his fingers press relentlessly against that sweet spot inside me. Slowly he pulls back, till my cock plops out of his mouth. At the same time, he pulls his fingers out of my hole, dripping and wet. He smears the slick mess directly over my own twitching hole. "There," James murmurs, rubbing it in with rough circles. "Now you're lubed." His fingers reach back to the Latin guy's boy, whose hole is still dripping and twitching from being used. James pushes his two fingers back inside the boy's stretched, messy hole with a wet squelch, making him jolt in his sling with a muffled scream around the Latin guy's cock. The boy's thighs tremble as James fingers him deep and rough, collecting another thick smear of mixed ass fluids, lube, and cum before pulling out with a slick pop. "Open up, Luke," James orders, his voice rough with authority as he presses his dripping fingers against my lips. I hesitate for a second... the mixed cum dripping from his fingers onto my lips... does he want me to? But before I can even think about it, I slowly open my mouth , my body almost reacting instinctively to the heat of the moment. My mind and mouth are getting overwhelmed , tasting the tang of sweat, spit, cum, and something muskier... something... his fuckhole... He shoves his fingers deep into my mouth. "Suck," he growls. My tongue swirls around his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, the taste bitter and salty. It feels dirty, hot, and right somehow. James watches me with dark approval before pulling his fingers free with a wet sound, trailing spit down my chin. "Good boy," he murmurs, his thumb brushing my lower lip possessively. I'm giving myself, all of myself , doing as he tells me. I'm his, I'm his to teach me, to use me, and to get me ready for the next part of my now gay life in this big city , leaving my small-town life behind me, opening up for more, for pleasure, for dirty, limitless hot sex. And he hasn't even fucked me yet... The moment his fingers leave my mouth, I feel empty again. He presses them back against my hole, slick with my own saliva now. My breath hitches as he pushes two fingers back inside me ; the stretch is easier this time, but it still feels so big. His fingers twist, scissoring me open with slow, deliberate movements that make my cock pulse again against my stomach. The Latin guy beside us chuckles, his hand tightening in my hair as he watches my body pulsing, contrasting from the enjoyment of James's fingers deep inside me. "Easy, pequeño," he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. "He's gonna ruin you for anyone else." James just smirks, adding a third finger beside the other two, stretching me wider. It almost feels impossible, but somehow my sphincter gives in easily. The burn is sharp, but the pleasure-...fuck... the pleasure is overwhelming, especially when his fingers curl around my prostate. "James... fuck..." I choke out, my hips jerking uncontrollably. My hole clenches around his fingers greedily, my body betraying me by craving more, even as my hole protests against his stretching fingers. James stands up suddenly, his muscular frame towering over me in the sling, his eyes still locked on mine. His golden necklace with scorpion pendant is swinging over his huge chest, glistening in his sweat, while he pulls his fingers out of my hole. I can hear a sucking sound as soon as he pulls them out. I feel so empty again... a feeling of burning, anticipation , and willingness. I want him back in me! I want to feel him move and curl in my hole... I moan in anticipation, willing, a sound that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind. He reaches for the towel around his waist and pulls it off with one rough tug. The fabric falls away, his towel dropping to the floor with a soft thud, revealing his thick, veiny cock standing at full attention. Thick veins pulse along the shaft, his cock hard and the tip glistening with pre-cum. His massive balls hang heavy beneath his upright cock. His pubic hair is shaved, a thatch of short-trimmed hair at the base of his cock. Drops of sweat curl down from his chest to his six- pack and slowly to his cock and balls. My breath catches at the sight... fuck... he is huge... he is like a god. *18. 5 cm *, he smirks with a dark smile. The way he smirks, the sight of him, makes my hole clench instinctively. "Gonna bash you wide open," James mutters, more to himself than anyone else, his voice thick with anticipation. I can hear the Latin guy whistle lowly, watching the whole scene. James reaches back to the boy's hole again, plunging his fingers inside. The boy moans around the Latin guy's cock, his hole fluttering around James's knuckles as he pulls out. As he gathers another slick handful of fluids out of the boy's hole, he smears the messy mix directly onto his own cock with a slow, deliberate stroke. The sight-his thick fingers sliding up his shaft, spreading that glistening wetness-makes my mouth water. The guy next to me is gazing at James's cock to ; I can see him watching, wanting it... He arches his back suddenly, his lips popping off the Latin guy's cock with a wet sound. He raises his voice, ragged and broken, as he begs: *"Fuck me again, papi-I need it, I need your cock back in me. Fuck me rough, use my hole... I need you to pump another poz load in me... fill me up, breed me, make me yours-"* His words sound like a wrecked whimper , begging for the Latin guy... His fingers dig into the Latin guy's thighs. "Need your cum... need your *poz* load deep in my hole, please, daddy. "Breed me like the dirty little whore I am-*please*." The Latin guy growls something in Spanish, his cock slapping against the boy's flushed cheeks before he walks over to his hole. He pushes his wet, thick cockhead against the hole of his boy. Here you go, he smirks and shoves his cock back up his hole with one brutal thrust. The boy *screams*, His scream echoes through dark room, in pain and lust. His back bowing off the sling, his hole visibly stretching around the thick intrusion. "Yes! *Fuck!*" he sobs, his fingers scrambling at the leather straps. "Give it to me-*give me your POZ load*!" The raw, filthy pleasure sends a jolt through me, my own cock twitching against my stomach. James chuckles darkly, his fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he watches the Latin guy pound into his boy with renewed energy and force. The wet slap of skin echoes louder now, punctuated by the boy's choked moans and broken pleas for more, the slapping sound of the Latin guy's balls smacking against the boy's ass with every brutal thrust. The boy's hole glistens, stretched wide and leaking, his thighs trembling as he takes it. "Deeper! Harder!" he begs, his voice breaking on a moan. Sweat drips from their bodies, wildly flying around with each hard thrust. The slapping wet sound is almost overwhelming, echoing through the room. "I wanna feel you in my guts, Papi... I wanna feel it when I walk tomorrow," he huffs. The Latin guy snarls, his hips pistoning faster, his grip bruising on the boy's waist. I can see some red spots appearing around his ass and hips while the Latin guy keeps bashing into the guy's hole. "Give me your poz load!" he moans, demanding, hard and loud. I breathe in short, sharp gasps, my own hole clenching around nothing, aching to be filled just like that. James's chuckle is still very dark, amused, his fingers tracing my hip as he watches my wide-eyed fascination. "Hear that, Luke?" James murmurs, his thumb brushing over my wet and slightly stretched sphincter. It makes me shiver. "That's what a *real* bottom sounds like." His gaze drops to my hole, still twitching from his fingers, then back up to my face - a sight of hunger and expectation . "You gonna beg like that for me? Want my cock and load deep in you?" His voice rumbles low, while his golden scorpion pendant swings around his neck, wet from his sweat, almost shiny. My breath hitches; I can't look away from his cock, thick and glistening, covered in the slickness of the boy's ass. Some white blobs are smeared on it, cum from the Latin guy and who knows who else. His cock is hard, veins pulsing thick on his shaft . It looks dirty ; it looks filthy hard, but so damn hot... My mind is twisting and in conflict with my body ; this is full of risk, but I want it so bad... I want him in me, to fuck me, to take my virginity. Even though I really have no clue what the boy next to me is begging for . Poz ? I don't know ; I guess it's some word for his cum. My hole twitches ... " Please ..." I stumble softly . The guy beside us wails as the Latin guy's thrusts grow erratic, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each brutal plunge. "Please, Papi-*cum inside me*," the boy sobs, his fingers clawing at the sling, exhausted but wanting more. "*Infect me. * " His thighs tremble violently, his toes curling as the Latin guy grips his hips hard, bruising his hips and ass with each hard thrust, driving into him with a rhythm that's more punishment than pleasure. The sling creaks under the force of their fucking, the boy's moans rising in pitch with every brutal thrust-*"Yes! Right there! Fuck me-fuck me dirty!"* The guy shouts loudly over my words so that mine are not audible. My eyes are wide , while sometimes I can feel some sweat from them landing on my body, which gets shot away each time the Latin guy bashes into the boy's body. "That's what you want, Luke?" he murmurs, his thumb brushing my twitching rim. " My cock? Getting filled up? A load deep in your hole? The first one?" I nod slowly, my eyes full of lust and surrender. This is it ; I want it... my first time ever getting fucked. My mind switches off, surrendering to my desire, my voice gone. James's fingers dig into my thigh, forcing my legs wider as he steps between them, his cock bobbing thick and heavy against my ass. "Gonna give it to you," he growls, his free hand wrapping around his shaft, smearing the slick mess from the boy's hole down his length. "But first-" His grip tightens, angling his cockhead against my sphincter, pressing just enough to make me whimper. "Tell me what you *want*." "*Fuck*," I gasp, my hips jerking as I can feel his wet cockhead pushing softly. " I ... I ... I ... want... want... you... deep in me," I stumble . The golden scorpion pendant swings forward as James leans down, brushing against my chest. I feel the cold metal scorpion pendant against overheated skin. Slowly moving forward over my chest, his beard scratches over my body, next to my ear. While his cockhead bumps against my sphincter, not pushing in yet, just teasing my sensitive hole. "Not good enough," he rumbles. He reaches for his scorpion pendant, holding it between his fingers, his fingertip tracing the scorpion sting. "Tell me you want my cock..., my load..., my sting... right here , " as he bumps his cockhead against my sphincter once more. My breath hitches; I don't understand the weight behind his words, but the intensity in his eyes makes my pulse spike. "I want it," I whisper, my hole clenching around nothing. "All of it." His fingers tighten around the pendant, the scorpion's tail poised like a threat as he finally presses his hips forward , his cockhead pushing hard against my sphincter. I can feel his thick, wet cockhead pushing, trying to break me in with a relentless push. My sphincter tries to resist ; my body is in conflict , instinctively resisting his intruding cock while wanting it at the same time. His cockhead is wet from cum out of the other boy's hole ; it feels slippery and warm as my sphincter starts to break in. James doesn't stop. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Take it." My gasp echoes off the walls, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as he pushes harder, the burn sharp and sweet. The pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. His fingers dig into my hips as he keeps pressing, the thick head of his cock stretching my sphincter impossibly wide, forcing its way in. A sharp cry tears from my throat as I feel a burning, stinging sensation . My sphincter gives way and opens slowly around his thick cockhead. I can feel his wet slick cockhead slowly shoving into me. He is splitting me open as he pushes past my tight sphincter, his girth forcing my virgin hole to yield. "Fuck, fuck....." I sob, my fingers scrambling at the sling straps as my body locks up around the intrusion. My sphincter grabs tight around his fat cock, burning, split open, raw... He is in me.... Every inch feels like fire. His thick cockhead pushes and carves me open, my hole fluttering around his cock, a helpless spasm . Tears prickle at the corners of my eyes, but I arch higher, begging without words , willing to take it all. His beard scrapes my neck as he exhales harshly, his hips rolling forward to bury himself deeper - slowly, inch by inch. Fuckkk ... I moan out.... I can hear the Latin guy laughing beside us, his own cock still buried deep in his own boy. "Fuck," I choke out, my voice shattered. "So big-" My scream bounces off the walls, raw and broken. The stretch is almost unbearable. His cock is splitting me wide. The thought that only his cockhead is in me, not even his shaft, fears me out. But at the same time, I can feel his hot, wet cockhead moving in me, making my body shiver and pulse . James growls low in his throat, his fingers bruising my hips as he pauses, letting me adjust to the thick intrusion. His cockhead, warm, wet, and big, pulses and rests inside me , the head of his cock pressing against my tender inner walls. The scorpion pendant swings between us as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Breathe," he commands, his thumb swiping over my stretched rim where his cock and my hole meet, smearing the mess of ass fluid and cum lube . His other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place. "Just the tip, and you're already shaking." His voice is rough with amusement, but there's something darker beneath-pride, possession. His cock twitches inside me, demanding more. i breath in shallow gasps, my body trembling around his thick invading cock. His cockhead feels impossibly large inside me, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The burn is sharp, but beneath it, there's something else.... a deep, aching pleasure that makes my untouched cock jerk against my stomach. "Fuck...it's...so much," I whimper, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. "You're so tight, but your taking it well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. Hi can feel his hips shift slightly, and his cock pressing deeper. just an inch, but it's enough to make my vision blur. to make my body jump in a mix of pain and pleasure. James exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pushes forward another fraction, his cock sinking deeper into my tight hole. The stretch is brutal, my hole spasm around his shaft as if my body is trying to decide whether to reject or welcome him. His beard scrapes against my neck as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it," he growls, his voice rough with restraint. "Just a little more." His hips roll forward again, and I feel another inch of his thick cock slide into me, the burn mixing with a pleasure so intense it borders on pain. My toes curl, my back arching off the sling as a broken moan tears from my throat. My body locks up around his cock, every muscle tensing as I try to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. The scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting under the dim lights. "Breathe," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. His cock twitches inside me, pulsing with heat, and I whimper as another inch of him sinks deeper. The pleasure is there, lurking beneath the pain, but it's so much—too much—and yet I can't help but push back against him, craving more. "James," I gasp, my voice cracking. "Please—" Before I can catch my breath, James grips my hips tighter, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "Please *what*?" James growls, "Enough prep, let's do this fast," he rasps... He slams his hips forward in one brutal thrust, his entire cock spearing into me with no mercy. His thick cockhead rams deep up my hole, followed by his thick-veined shaft. No time to adjust, just a fast, hard, almost scraping feeling inside me. It is filling up my hole, stretching it all, ripping my inner walls... the pain... the burn... My scream rips through the room, raw and shattered, as my hole spasms around his cock , grabbing it, tightening up, trying to resist and push his cock out. It only results in a harder, more painful stretch ... Tears spill down my cheeks as the pain crashes through me, sharp, wet, and hot. But beneath it, there's a pleasure so deep it steals my breath. James's groan rumbles against my skin, his balls pressed tight to my ass as he holds himself deep, letting me feel every inch of him. "Fuck," he grits out, his voice rough with satisfaction. "There we go, all in, you tight little virgin." My vision whites out for a second, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming stretch. His cock buried deep inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my inner walls , ripped open, his hips flush against my ass. I can feel a warm satisfaction, the heat of his cock, and some indescribable heat of some sort of fluids in me. His precum? Or did he bruise me so hard that I'm bleeding... or both? " It hurts ," I sob, but my hips jerk involuntarily, betraying me. My cock dripping untouched, my body already adjusting, craving more. James's chuckle is dark. "Hurts good, doesn't it?" The feeling is overwhelming , but somehow , hot... and all I want. I'm no virgin, no more. The Latin guy beside us laughs and moans darkly as he watches us, his hips never stop bashing into his own fuckboy . "You guys are getting me over the edge... " he moans. "Fuckkk ." His cock and balls slap hard and deep into the boy's ass. The Latin guy's hips stutter suddenly, his cock pulsing deep inside his boy as a guttural groan tears from his throat. "Here it comes, your third poz load from me... you slut... " His muscles tense up, his hips spasm, his cock kept buried deep in the boy's hole. The boy beneath him whines, his hole clenching greedily around the Latin guy's cock as his thighs tremble violently. "Give it to me... give it..." the boy shouts. "Breed me!!! Give me your tox load... " as he grabs the Latin guy's hips , pulling him in, trying to take his cock deeper, willingly. "That's it... take it..." the Latin guy snarls, his accent thick with pleasure as he watches me gasp around James's cock. " I'll watch the virgin get wrecked while I breed you full." His boy moans, limp and oversensitive, as the Latin guy finally stills, his cock still buried deep, his cum leaking out around the thick shaft. He moans out loud. His balls contract as his hips try to push his cock just a bit deeper inside the guy's hole. A rough, raw groan leaves his mouth... he is cumming into the boy. He keeps his cock deep in him, while seconds or even minutes seem to fade away. Groaning, while my own body is trying to relax and adjust to james cock deep in me. Good slut. He laughs as he pulls his cock out slowly. The boy's sphincter, clenching, trying to suck the Latin guy's cock back in. Holding the Latin's cockhead in him for another second, as tight as he can with his loose , open, fucked hole. With a pop, the head of the Latin's cock comes out of the boy's hole, pulling along some fresh, warm cum mixed with anal fluid and some red spots. slowly dripping down from his sphincter, down his crack, forming a trail of pleasure. He laughs, watching the dripping boy's hole and at me, my hole pulsing uncontrollably around the cock of James. My virginity is just lost... "Have fun, I'm taking a break now," he laughs, while he turns around and leaves the room, letting his boy alone, hanging in the sling next to me, leaking from his cum. James shifts his weight slightly, pushing on a other spot in my inner walls, adjusting to his cock. his cock is twitching inside me as he watches the Latin guy walk away. "Now it's just us," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the stretched rim to my hole where his cock disappears in me. he rolls his hips, experimentally, pushing his thick cock deeper before pulling back just enough to make me gasp. The friction burns deliciously, my body still adjusting but already craving more. "You feel that?" He presses his thumb against my stretched hole, feeling how it grips tight around his cock. "Your hole's already learning how to take cock." James pulls back agonizingly slow until just the head of his cock remains inside me. An empty feeling takes hold of me. almost wanting him back in me. my hole clench instinctively. then he slams forward again with a wet snap of his balls bashing against my hole. A whimper claws its way up my throat as my hole struggles to take him, the pain sharp and deep in me. a burn that intensify when he pushes back in. His thickness stretches me impossibly wider Tears blur my vision, but I can’t help arching into it, my untouched cock dripping onto my stomach. "It—it still hurts," I admit, my voice shaky, but my hips jerk forward greedily, betraying me. James's chuckle is dark, approving. "Hurts good," he corrects, pushing deeper. "You’ll learn to love it. His scorpion pendant swings between us, glinting as he starts a rhythm. slow, deliberate, devastating…. "Fuck—*James*—" I sob, my fingers twisting in the sling straps. slowly, pulling in and out. my hole bashing open, on fire and painfull, but so willing. With his next thrust, he rolls his hips , his cock bumping, stretching , scraping against my inner walls and something else - something deep inside that sends a jolt of electric pleasure up my spine. My breath stutters, my thighs trembling as he pulls back and pushes against it again. He finds that spot again with practiced precision. "There it is," he murmurs, watching my face crumple with a mix of pleasure and pain. He pulls back almost all the way, letting me feel the empty ache before slamming back deep into me, his balls slapping against my ass , with each thrust hitting that sweet spot relentlessly. My moans pitch higher, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as pleasure overtakes the burning pain. Oh God , oh God , I moan out. He has found my prostate deep up my hole, slamming his cock against and over it. suddenly I’m pushing back, meeting his thrusts. his balls slaping against my ass, over and over. The sound of slapping skin on skin grows louder and faster ; James's cock thrusts into me with a rhythm that has me gasping for breath. His fingers dig into my hips hard enough to bruise, pulling me onto him as he thrusts his cock deep into me over and over. His thick shaft drags , almost scraping against the oversensitive walls of my hole. Wet and slick, from my own fluids, his lubed cock is coated with Latin cum and James's own pre-cum. Every thrust sends sparks through me ; my cock starts to leak, untouched. "Feel that?" he growls, his thrusts pushing sharper, deeper. "That’s what a real fuck feels like." His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting as sweat drips from his beard onto my belly and chest. Photo of Luke and James in the sling His rhythm falters for just a second-then he smirks, his grip on my hips turning vicious as he starts to fuck me even harder, his cock slamming into me with bruising force. The sling creaks beneath us, my hole stretched impossibly wider with each brutal thrust. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sound obscene, and when his cockhead grinds against my prostate, my vision whites out. "There….fuck...." I choke, my back arching off the sling as pleasure begins to build deep in my gut. The pain fades away, turning into something else... the delicious drag of his thick cock stretching me open, the way my hole clenches greedily around him, the heat in my hole and lower belly. My untouched cock bounces against my stomach, dripping steadily as James's thrusts deep in me. He is pumping his cock in and out of me, now pulling his cock out of my hole completely and bashing it in again. "James-" I gasp, my fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't... don't stop... don't stop... fuck me... keep fucking me . " My voice breaks on a moan as he pounds back into me, his cock splitting me open. I can feel the veins of his cock pulsing hot and thick against the walls of my hole. His laugh is dark as he pins my hips down, fucking into me with brutal precision, over and over again. "That's it, beg for it," he growls, his scorpion pendant swinging wildly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Every nerve in my body is stimulated with a mix of pleasure and pain as James's cock pounds into me. It is carving me, carving my hole, tearing it open. The stretch burns so good, my hole clenching around him like it was made for his cock. "Fuck... please...," I sob, arching wildly into each thrust, my cock dripping untouched. James watches my wrecked expression and begs, with satisfaction. his thrusts turning slower but deeper, dragging his cock all the way out before slamming back in with enough force to push the breath from my lungs. i can feel my hole leaking, his pre cum? You're mine now," he growls, his voice thick and rough. "Gonna fill you up so deep, mark you, ill make you mine.... you'll remember this day forever." His cock ramming inside me, as hard as he can. his hips pounding in a slow, forcefull, grinding rhythm that makes my finger clawing at his shoulders he is fucking me harder, deeper, his balls tightening against my ass. I can feel it building, the pressure in my gut, the way his cock pulses inside me, his rhythm. He's getting close.... and so am I. " Beg me," James growls, while he leans over me, his breath hot against my ear as he keeps thrusting into me. " Beg for my load... and I'll make sure it takes." His cock slams into me again, hitting my hole deep, bumping against my prostate as he delves deeper. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I gasp, my hips jerking uncontrollably, my cock throbbing untouched. "I... I want..." I whimper, my voice broken. "I want your load... deep inside me... please... James..." The words tumble out, raw and desperate, as my hole clenches around him, trying to milk him. James's breath hitches, his grip tightening on my hips as my words urge him on, his scorpion pendant pressing cold against my sweat-slicked chest while his cock pounds roughly in me. He bashes deep in me, in and out , my hole grabbing his cock every time he forces it roughly in me. He is ramming his cock into me with brute force, as deep as he can. "Need it-need you deeper-" My voice shatters as he rams into my hole, hitting my prostate again, stars bursting behind my eyelids. His balls slap against my ass, the wet sounds obscene, as he growls, "That's it-take it-take *all* of me." His thrusts turn relentless, each one deeper than the last, carving my hole open wider, his cockhead grinding over my prostate until my vision whites out. Tears streak down my cheeks as his cock splits me open so deep I can't tell where he ends - tears of pleasure, tears of belonging. I belong to him ; I belong to real men who know how to fuck me. James's rhythm stutters, his cock twitching and pushing violently inside me as his balls tighten against my ass, his gasping breath against my neck. "Gonna fill you up," he growls, his voice rough with need, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. His fingers dig into my hips hard, bruising me, holding me still as he bashes his cock deep in me, his cock pulsing hot and thick against my inner walls , my hole ripping inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, his shaft jerking as his balls draw up tight, his breath in ragged bursts against my ear. "Here it comes," he snarls, his hips pushing forward one last time as he rams his cock deep inside me, his cock twitching against my prostate. His scorpion pendant swings wildly, glinting under the dim lights as he starts to cum. I can feel thick ropes of cum flooding my hole , spraying deep in me against my inner walls with huge force. It seems to find its own way, deeper, deeper in me, deeper than James's cock could pound. I feel his hot, thick pulse in waves as he groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "Fuck-yes-take it-" His voice breaks as he spills deep, his cock pumping his load into me, marking me, claiming me. I can feel his cum filling me up, the heat of it seeping into my walls, his cock still twitching as he rides out his orgasm, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation of his cum flooding my hole sends me over the edge, my untouched cock jerking violently against my stomach as pleasure explodes through me. My vision whites out, my back arching off the sling as my cock starts to pulse , untouched, spilling thick ropes of cum onto my chest and stomach. Load after load shoots on my body, making me wet, sticky, and dripping with my own cum. I gasp, my hole clenching around James's still-pulsing cock, milking him for every drop of his load as my orgasm crashes through me in waves, my body trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck-fuck-" I sob, my voice shattered, my fingers clawing at the sling straps as pleasure takes control of my body, my cock twitching with each pulse of cum. James groans above me, his cock still buried deep, his cum still filling me. He watches me deep in my eyes as we are both cumming at the same time. He feels me spasm beneath him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Let it all out." His beard scratches against my neck as his hips push in a short thrust, his cock still twitching inside me, pumping the last thick ropes of his cum deep into my hole. His scorpion pendant presses cold against my chest as he murmurs, "Good boy," his voice thick with approval. His fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking out of my hole, around his still-buried cock, on my ass. "You took it all," he growls, "Every drop." His thumb presses against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. He fucked it open ; he made it loose; he made sure of it with his hard thrusts. His cock gives one last twitch inside me, and I whimper, oversensitive but still craving more, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice hoarse, my hole pulsing around him. "So full..." His cum feels impossibly hot inside me, thick and heavy, coating my walls in a way that makes my hole clench instinctively around his softening cock. The sensation is overwhelming : the stretch, the heat, the way his cum seeps deeper with every slight shift of his hips. My own cock lies spent against my stomach, still dripping occasionally onto my belly, but my focus is entirely on the feeling of him still buried inside me, his weight pressing me into the sling, his breath hot against my neck. "James," I murmur, my voice wrecked, my fingers twitching against his shoulders, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, low and satisfied, as his fingers drag through the mess on my stomach, gathering my cum on his fingertips before pressing them to my lips. "Taste," he orders, his voice rough, and I obey without hesitation, my tongue licking my own cum from his fingers as he watches - my cum that he fucked out of me... his cock twitching inside me again at the sight. His hips shift slightly, his cock still buried deep inside me, still pulsing intermittently as his cum leaks around the edges where our bodies meet. I can feel his cock getting softer in me, but I'm not willing to let him go yet. "You took it so well," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval, his thumb pressing against my abused hole, feeling how it clenches weakly around him. "You're gonna feel this for days," he growls, his beard scratching against my neck as he leans down to bite lightly at my shoulder, his cock giving one last twitch inside me before he finally pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes me gasp. The sensation of his cock pulling out is almost as overwhelming as when he pushed in-my hole clenches instinctively around nothing, trying to keep him inside, but he withdraws completely with a wet pop, leaving me gaping and leaking his cum onto the sling beneath me. A whimper escapes my lips as my hole twitches, empty and oversensitive, the warmth of his seed seeping out of me in slow, thick rivulets. My thighs tremble violently, my body still thrumming with pleasure, my cock lying spent against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathe, my voice shattered, my fingers twisting in the sling straps as I try to process the overwhelming fullness and emptiness all at once. James chuckles darkly above me. His calloused fingers trace the stretched rim of my hole, smearing the mess of cum and lube leaking from me, his thumb pressing against my abused entrance as he watches my reaction with satisfaction. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough with approval, his other hand brushing through my damp curls. "Dripping my cum like a good little slut. Thanks, boy, that I could take your virgin hole. To let me fuck it... to mark you..." He laughs. "You will remember this fuck. Have fun, you slut," he smirks, while he slaps my ass and turns around, leaving the room. I lay there, exhausted , leaking, huffing. As I look next to me, the other boy is gone too . I never noticed him leaving in the time James was fucking me. I lay there at least 15 minutes, alone, tired, trying to find new energy, thinking... He bashed my hole open, just as the party is named : Easter Bunny Bash . I was the bunny ; he was the hunter. Photo of Luke, exhausted, leaking and huffing

My regular tops save all the cum from the guys they fuck and we use it for lube. It's the only way now. Last meet I had a jar of cum poured into me from 50 guys. No question it's become an addiction now, my body craves it.

Many tops comment to bottoms this, "Your ass was born to fuck." Dan's ass must have been born for Rick's cock because both get a workout every day. It's no wonder men on campus are noticing Dan's butt more now. I am thinking that Rick's fuck schedule is more than just to poz Dan. He is getting Dan accustomed to getting fucked and bred hard and rough, and Dan is enjoying each session with Rick no matter the approach Rick uses. With the number of HVLs Dan has taken, he has to gain his poz membership card soon or maybe he is one of those "unicorn" bottoms whose immune system is capable of defeating or at very least containing HIV, so it cannot replicate and cause the fuck flu. Could Dan be impregnated and not know it? (Get pozzed without experiencing the fuck flu.) Where, when, and how Dan and Rick behavior is up to @mancoco, and I am sure he will lead us through the sexy and erotic happenings in Dan's poz journey.

Would be fun to save up and swap cumsicles

That’s always the best strategy when I top and the bottom asks for me to rubber up. I play with his hole, lick, finger, rub my bare cock against it and tease the hole a bit, sliding the tip in…after awhile of getting the bottom worked up and in heat, I keep sliding more of my cock until I’m balls deep and pumping. Usually at that point I’ve got him hooked on taking me bare and begging for my load . Once I’m done and sliding out, after he cleans me off, getting dressed I get asked “you’re clean, right?”

There it is: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/todd-verow-bottom-3754865 Enjoy 😈🐷💦!

Chapter 7 is the finale of a great and sexy spin-off of another fantastic story. Weaving characters, places, and other details from two stories into one fantastic off-shoot takes skill and talent, and @Van2manaccomplishes it with flying colors. This final chapter closes the loop on Dr. Matthew's chasing journey as it started--getting bred by Keith. We learned from Keith's point of view some very interesting details--chiefly, he knew all along who Matthew was and wanted to be the one to poz the med student/young doctor. They say, "Sometimes, one must take a journey to know what is obvious." This is so true for Dr. Matthew. He took toxic loads from various men from different backgrounds, but his poz daddy was the first poz guy to fuck him years ago. Although, Matthew's hookups in his chase give us some sexy breedings, it's quite fitting and romantic to know that Keith not only becomes Matthew's pozzer, but also his boyfriend/life-partner. We learn that the pair continues pozzing chasers as they work providing health care to out and poz gay men. Kudos, @Van2man!

Was a few months ago. Met a 30-something latino guy at his apartment. He said he likes to fuck raw but I asked him if he could wear a condom since I wasn't on PreP at the time. When I got there, I started blowing him. I saw the condom on his bed side table. Not long after, we were ready to fuck. He spinned me around doggy, lubed up his cock and started rubbing it against my crack. I was so horned up, I never asked him to put the condom on when he started to slide in. 20 minutes later, after a rough pounding, he shot his load inside me.

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

Last night. Went to the gay sauna and Dirty Dicks in Amsterdam. Took 15 raw cocks and two loads. One of those loads was after a pissfuck. There was a Golden Shower party in the Dirty Dicks. It was also a real fuck fest. Was fisted 4 times as well. Only two loads though. After all, it was a very horny evening.

After hugging and kissing more, he put the butt plug back in me and we got ready for bed. We lay in bed talking about our day and told him about my adventure to the bathroom to suck cock. He said I should do that at least once a day. I asked him about the bathroom the last guy I blew talked about and if I should go there. He said I should stay away as it's a heavy hook up place and while I may just go to suck cock I might easily get fucked bare even if I protested. He said I would be very popular there. I told him I would go the bathroom on campus and stay away from the rest stop restroom place. He also asked if the Professor fingered me or had me suck his cock again like the other day. I told him not since the other day and he said that if I wanted to suck his cock that's fine just no fucking. I told him I would comply. I asked why he wanted me to go to the bathroom to give guys bjs and he said in time I will realize. We ended there and we both fast fell asleep. We both woke up at the same time and Rick already had morning wood and then mounted me not before scraping my insides with his fingernails. He fucked me with purpose and little passion. I didn't care and enjoyed his fucking in any form. It hurt more as there was more and deeper scraping in my anus. He kept fucking me for about 10 minutes on all fours and then finishing me on my back. He finally came in me and again so did I without touching my hands. After we lay there making out he said, "I love how you have embraced being a bottom and enjoying all the pleasure that comes from it". "I thank you for that Daddy. In all my wildest dreams of all the women I have fucked over the years, I would never guess I be with another man like this, let alone be the bottom and enjoy it so much. And not just the sex but the male intimacy and erotic nature of it" I said. "You are welcome my boy. I do think those few times of bj and handjobs with other guys including your swimming coach was probably a good clue you wanted this" Rick responded I thought about it and said "You are probably right but it took you to bring it out of me. I owe you a lot and now hopefully you will get me pregnant" "I will baby don't worry. You will be knocked up soon and so much more pleasure and experiences wait for you on the other side" he said We kissed for a little while and then got ready for work and left the house. As I drove to campus the feeling of having his sperm in me and the butt plug in me made me feel so complete.

I finished my work and then went to class. I was still horny and I managed to get thru the day. As I was walking back to my car and passed by the building with the bathroom. I actually passed it but couldn't resist and turned around and walked back and went into the basement bathroom. When I entered there was someone in the stall already. I went into the stall next to it and sat down. Shortly he moved his side of the toilet paper holder and I did the same. He put his hard cock thru. It was a nice 7" and I began to lick it and suck it. No words, just moans from the other side. I kept sucking him and after a few minutes I head him breathe hard and felt his cock expand and twitch and a few seconds he started to erupt in my mouth. He has a nice huge load about 7-8 spurts of hot cum. I swirled it around his cock and taste him which was salty. Then swallowed. After a minute he pulled his cock back closed his side and then left the bathroom. I wiped my mouth as some cum had leaked out. I saw there and waiting. The next guy came in about 5 minutes later. He did the same thing. When his cock came thru the hole it was a nice older cock 8" but fatter with a mushroom head. He said "Suck it faggot". I leaned in and started sucking and licking. He moaned and talked more than the last guy calling me a faggot and a nice sissy mouth and cum whore. "Pull down your pants and let me fuck your hole. I bet you want it" he said as he pulled his cock back thru the hole "Sorry just here to suck cock" I said "Fucking tease" he said and pushed his cock back thru the hole and I began sucking him. After a few minutes he moaned and started to cum in my mouth. He tasted more sweet and creamy. I swallowed and licked him clean. "If you ever want to get fucked I also go to the public park on the other side of town near the rest stop. I am sure your mouth would be popular. Or I teach in English Literature. Take my class and I will fuck you everyday" he said. He left. I decided to leave and then went go and meet my friends for drinks. As I was walking up the stairs I saw another older man thin balding walking down with his bag. He looked like faculty. A part of me wanted to walk down again and give him a bj but I decided not as he would know what I looked like. As we passed he smiled at me and said hi and I felt like he knew where I had been and what I was doing. Oh well. I walked to my car and me with friends and then went home around 9pm.

Evening gentlemen, I know a lot of you have saved up cum to play with all at once, I have as well. Have used cum as lube, and made a few cum-sicles for a summer treat, but I have only done so with my own brand. Has anyone, or would anyone be interested in saving up for play party or trading with others? Feel free to share your saved up swimmers stories as well!

I'm now in my late 20's, but have been meeting older men since I was 19. I have met men 50+, several over 60. So widest age gap would be about 45+ years. I prefer to fuck with more mature men, they seem to know what they are doing and know what they want.

Dan is turning into a bathroom whore under Rick's orders, and he is really enjoying himself as evidenced by his almost constant leaking erection. He is definitely getting into a submissive, bottom headspace and enjoys giving pleasure to other men. I believe we are witnessing the beginning of Rick's plan for Dan. Rick should be careful as by instructing Dan to suck guys in the bathroom, he might be creating a cock-sucking monster. With each trip to the stalls and every cum load, Dan is creating a new persona of a cum slut. Looking forward to find out how far Dan goes in his role as a bathroom whore.

Just back from a fuck buddies place, hot muscle Asian guy who is a cum dump bottom, said he hasn't topped for about 2yrs. I've planted a few loads in him but he said he hadn't cum for 3 weeks and it'd be a shame to waste the load. Naturally I offered my hole for him to use... sitting here now with a big load soaking into me. What's better than being bred by a total cum slut, I always think it's a badge of honour when a cum slut bottom wants to fuck me :).

Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

Joey's first unprotected cum dump session was well worth the wait, @Rillion! Not many chasers are like Joey in that he has a husband who not only is supportive, but also encouraged Joey's view on poz chasing to evolve from not allowing poz guys to breed him to begging poz guys for their toxic cum. In a lot of pozzing scenes, we don't "see" the efforts to manipulate a guy into chasing like we do here. At the end, there was a touching act that was an unexpected twist--"Daddy" happily accepted a toxic load from Ray and with Joey's approval. Saying, “I’d never ask you to do anything I wouldn’t do myself my love,” Up to this point, the main focus was to turn Joey into a poz cum dump, but now there's pozzibility that both Daddy and Joey will convert. We know that Joey is committed to becoming poz, but is Daddy, too? Future chapters will sort out this. Looking forward to it...

“Scout… what just happened?” My voice came out rough. “I—I didn’t mean for it to go there.” He shook his head gently. Calm. Certain. “Yeah, you did, Coach. And it’s okay.” He swallowed, then met my eyes. “It’s what I wanted. I wanted you to be my first. I trusted you with that.” The words landed heavier than anything that had come before. Not lust. Not heat. Something far more dangerous—meaning. The room felt suddenly smaller. Quieter. Like everything had narrowed down to that one truth, hanging between us, impossible to ignore. He wanted me to take his virginity, but I remember Scout begging me to stop. He was screaming in pain. “I loved it, Coach. I always fantasised you taking my virginity unforgivingly from the moment I first watched you jerking off in the showers.” Fuck! I knew someone was watching me. I had that feeling. ‘Coach. I knew I wanted you to take it. I want you to force me to accept it. I didn’t want to pretend. I needed you to push me over the edge. Push me into feeling scared and actually not wanting it so I could truly feel what it is like for a grown man to take what he wants.’ “You wanted to feel like you were being… Raped.” “Not feel like it. To actually be raped. I wanted you to stop, Coach. I was in so much pain. I begged you to stop… I didn’t just want to feel disgusted by what was happening to me. I was disgusted by what was happening to me. I hated what you were doing to me. When you moaned, you weren’t wearing a condom, and you were fucking me raw. I felt fear-I crossed over the line. I was scared shitless. For that moment you owned me, I had no sexual desire.” He placed his hand on my sweaty inner thigh iches away from my cum soaked balls. “I felt violated… Ashamed of what I let happen to me. For that moment, I was broken, and you took advantage of it… When you calmed down from destroying my arse. We heard the knock on the door. I could tell you were genuinely shocked. You had no idea what to do or what to think. I had to make it clear.” “Make what clear?” “I wanted you to do that. It was my choice to let you do that.” We spoke for a long time. That whole time, he did not clean his beautiful face. He liked feeling disgusting. I lit a joint to help us relax and sat near Scout. Uncertain of how close I could be, I occasionally touch his thigh. It was electric. He always fantasised about being raped. He fantasised about me raping him. He needed it, he said. While I was happy it wasn't what I thought I had done, the jig was up. The public saw me, a former professional football player, with another man. This was going to hit the media. This was going to have repunctuations. Sure enough, it did. A few days later, it detonated across one of the biggest papers in the country. Front page. No mercy. An ex-Australian football player was found in bed with a man less than half his age. No nuance. No context. Just scandal, served cold. By midday, I was summoned to the school office. They already knew. The meeting was short. Clinical. Sanitised language wrapped around a blunt outcome. I lost my position. Lost the team. Lost the shot at finals. Years of sweat and sacrifice were erased in under ten minutes. Scout tried to contain the damage. Spoke to the press. Made it clear it was consensual. That he wanted to be with me. Took the heat onto himself to shield what little I had left. The school sent him to counselling anyway. Liability management. Reputation control. And then there were his parents. When I walked out of the office, banned from setting foot on school grounds, they were waiting. Scout stood between them, rigid. His mother’s belly was beginning to round beneath her coat — a quiet, visible truth I couldn’t unsee. His father stepped forward. No words. Just violence. The punch came hard and fast, snapping my head sideways. White noise filled my ears. The taste of blood bloomed across my tongue. I staggered, barely staying upright. “You slimy fucking faggot.” There was distaste in his tone, “You are disgusting, evil fuckin cunt.” He went to slog me another one, but Scout stepped in the way. “Dad. Stop!” “I’ll get you for this.” He walked away. His wife followed. I stood there, frozen, watching the small swell of her belly as they disappeared down the corridor. The reality hit me like delayed shock—slow, then all at once. She was carrying my child. And in that moment, the full geometry of what I’d done finally snapped into focus. I had fucked my future child’s sibling. As for Scout. He was on my door every night. I had no doubt his parents were not happy about it. For the first couple of nights, we just talked and got high. Flirted a lot. I felt conflicted. I’m not gay… Maybe I was… I couldn’t be… But damn, is Scout beautiful. His masculine body, youthful looks, sexy light blond hair on his arms and legs, and that peach bum. It all had me tingling. Things progressed fast. More flirting, slight touches, fewer clothes. It was like slowly unwrapping a birthday gift. It was teasing me. I had not flogged my cock in a few days by this point. Then we were getting into harder gear. I was feeling guilty. I knew Scout was not doing his usual training. He was with me every night. We snorted coke, smoked joints, and smoked the pipe. Partying in my apartment. Then, one night, I took a chance and went a little further. Scout was in the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of white jocks, joint hanging from his mouth, sitting on the couch, flicking through old CDs I collected. “Coach. Are CD’s still a thing?” He thought his sarcasm was funny. “I collected CD’s from heavy metal bands. My father got me into music before he passed away. I guess I just started collecting CD’s as a way of remembering him.” I slipped a CD into the player. Nirvana. Not heavy metal, but fucking awesome. I admired Scout from a distance. I rubbed my bare nipple at the thought of touching him. I caved to my conflicting feelings about my sexuality. I moved in. Touched his jaw. He lifted his head. His face inches from my crotch. Scout could see through my jeans, the outline of my rock-hard cock. “Scout. What are we doing?” He looked up at my bare chest and into my stern eyes. “You know this is wrong, Scout. You know I shouldn’t be exposing you to all these drugs… Touching you the way I am right now.” “I don’t care-I…” “I? What? Scout?” He paused for a moment. I could read all the heavy thoughts flipping past like a hand thumbing the pages of a book. “I want it. I want you, coach. I’m-“ “I’m what? Scout?” He looked away. I held his jaw and turned his face back. “You trust me?” “Yes… Yes, Coach, I trust you.” “You will do anything I say. Anything I want.” “Yes.” “Even if it hurts… Even if I hurt you when I fucked you.” “You own my life.” He almost wept. “Let’s put it to the test.” I stepped back, letting go of his jaw. “Go out onto the balcony, naked, face me and jerk yourself off.” Scout didn’t say a word. He got up, and I watched him slip his white jocks past his perky arse and to the floor. His erect dick flicked out, pointing to the sun. The tip of his knob was slightly poking out from his foreskin. I undid my jeans and sat in the very spot where Scout had been sitting. “Before you go out there, take this.” I tossed him a bottle of poppers. I saw a little grin from the corner of Scout’s mouth. He walked into the midday sun, glass doors wide open. He leaned against the balcony frame and faced me. Sun reflected off his broad shoulders and firm, smooth chest. “Now pull on your cock, boy.” We went to it without any hesitation. He kicked off, tossing slowly. Like he was putting on a show. I didn’t want that. That was not my intention. I wanted him to blow his load in public to test his loyalty. “Jerk faster.” I could see he was a little concerned. I could tell he was horny and would cum if he did. I wanted him to cum. I wanted his orgasm. He picked up the pace. “Take the poppers and take one long sniff in each nostril.” He moved the brown bottle up to his left nostril and breathed in. I counted to 10. “Hold it.” Scout held his breath. I counted to 10. “Let go.” He breathed out. “Next nostril.” I could already see the rush hit him as his pale skin heated to a burning red. He moved the brown bottle to his right nostril. “Breath in.” He did. I counted to 12. “Hold it.” His eyes were bloodshot. He was buzzing. “Hold it. Jerk your cock. Fast.” He followed my command. I watched as his grip held his cock tight while he jerked. His biceps flexed at every stroke. His face was red like a beetroot from the lack of air, and his lungs were full of amyl. I slowly stroked my own cock at the mesmerising visual. “Don’t stop jerking. Breath out.” Scout did. The rush hit him. “I’m gonna cum.” I could tell he was trying to slow down. “Don’t stop. Keep pulling.” He picked his pace back up, and it tipped him over the edge. “Oh fuck!.” He moaned as shot after shot of his cum erupted from his cock, taking his orgasm with every one of them. I watched his youthful pearly whites shoot and splatter across the balcony concrete. A couple of his shots hit the glass panel of the sliding door. His breathing subsided as the last of his load seeped out of the slit of his knob and built up around his thick foreskin. Then, shock his cock to flick it off. His show got me on the edge of cumming, and I had to stop touching myself. “Holy shit, Coach. That was hot.” Scout said as he walked back into the apartment. I stood up. Cock raging hard. I slipped out of my jeans completely. Scout looked back at his load splattered across the balcony’s concrete floor and glass sliding door. “That’s a lot of cum, boy.” “Should I clean it up?” “No. Leave it there.” I stepped behind him. Close. Cradles his tender body as my cock pressed against the smooth ass cheeks. “Want me to shower?” He turned his head into my shoulder as I kissed his neck. “Coach?” “No.” I nudged the back of his legs to encourage him to kneel. “What are you doing?” “You said you would do anything for me.” I pushed Scout down. His face was only inches away from the cummy mess he left on the concrete balcony. I pushed his face the rest of the way, smearing that cum over his beautiful face. Bent over, ass sticking in the air. I pulled his ass cheeks wide, revealing his tiny pink boy hole. It looked exactly how I saw it the first time. Fresh, youthful. Practically still virgin. My cock hovered just above it. A tiny bit of precum built up at the tip. “Coach. I just came… I don’t want to.” “You said I own your life.” “Yeah.” The breath from his voice splattered into his cum. “Prove it.” I placed my knob in his pink hole. Only the tiny bit of precum at the tip of my cock was between me and his perfect pink bit. I forced my cock in balls deep. Scout’s hole gripped tight. I didn’t care. Scout did not have the strength to overpower me. My hard, ridged cock forced through, pulling the tender skin of Scout’s tiny pink hole with it. He screamed in pain. I grabbed his white jock and shoved it deep in his mouth, slapped him across the back of his head, and power fucked him. His ass gripped with every thrust. I had no doubt I was doing damage. Sure enough, my fucking started to feel slick. I could see a bit of red on my cock every time I thrust outward. Scout screamed into his jock. Cum smearing his face. He tried with all his power to pull away. I pinned his arms behind his back. I hocked up a big ball of spit and spat it across his face. It mixed in with his cum. I drove in harder. There was fear in his bloodshot eyes. “Yeah, boy.’” His tight grip on my cock was now slick from his torn-up tunnel. I was sliding in and out of him with ease. I didn’t hold up. I was in a state of wildness. “Faggot!” My hunger was in overdrive. I wanted to break him. I was breaking him. I could feel it building up inside me. I was getting close. Closer. Closer. ‘Huh… Oh fuck! Yes!!’ I moaned out loud. I lost control and felt my orgasm tip over the scale. I erupted. Cock pulsed I was cumming. I didn’t stop fucking. Scout didn’t stop screaming. I was smashing into him. My cum shot inside him as I kept on going. His hole gaped around my cock from his loss of muscle control. My cock was slick with cum. Like tipping a bottle of water upside down and undoing the lid, I felt my energy pour out of me through my orgasm. There was so much cum that it splashed against my pelvis, matting my pubes to my skin. I lost all sense of time and felt myself slow down. My cock was getting way too sensitive, and I pulled out as I regained my breathing. Scout’s puffy red hole remained open for a moment. He had not regained muscle control. My cum gushed out in that moment. Slashed across the Scouts’ balls and thighs. Then, like spurs on coral in an oceanic reef, Scout’s bashed whole clams shut. My sense slowly came back. I’m still holding Scout’s ass cheeks apart. The sounds of sobs grab my attention. In my moment of complete lust, I completely forgot about Scout. His mouth was still jammed full of his jock, face covered in his cum and my spit and crying. Holly shit. I did it again. I let go of his thighs and step back. My cock, still semi-hard, swung back and forth with every step. Scout slumped to the side. Sunlight glistened over the purely white mess on his face. He avoided putting pressure on his arse as he sat up slightly. He was still sobbing as he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against his tender hole. He flinched, and I knew it stung him. Let me know what you think of the story so far. And tell me where you think it leads.

My gym bro was pounding my boy hole with his 6.5in uncut throbbing thick dick starts fucking me with ribbed condoms then his twin brothers join 6’ 4’’ packing a 7in each pull the ribbed condom off their younger bro’s dicks, sides in pulsing veiny, blows his load, twin brothers dominate and enjoy my used hole, they keep cumming internally and I can’t keep from leaking, I take 6 loads from the group and left with a gaping hole, dripping cum.

i gotta admit im a very mostly straight guy ehi proposed to my high school GF last yr: so my fiancee's best gay pal and i always partied. little together, as friends. dabbled with a couple of guys in college but mostly been with/ like girls. so her pal is always flirting with me and taking me to chill outs - got a blowjob once from a handsome lad but felt so guilty ti my girl for 2 mins of (great) head. so last year he finally convinced me to slam for the first time. fuuuuuuck bro, he and i just went at it. i keep going back every couple of weeks. He's a seriously twisted fucker and my girl goes ti church with her mum on Sunday and he slams me up and i take his nine inch toxic dick red raw . we fuck hot lads and homeless guys and he's made me his junkie [banned word] pig: she has no idea and i love it 😉 i do feel bad, but it feels so good too. it does get a little worse/nastier/sexierif anyone's interested in hearing about a guy we both ended up corrupting... just a little bit 😉

I think you’re right about it becoming more acceptable, including the bb element. Happy days 😈

I hate chloroform; it always makes my ass sore afterwards.