breederslave

I very rarely touch or play with myself and have not cum in over three years...Tops, men dom's they get to shoot. i am made for that.

When a hot n hrny man wants to use my hole for his pleasure, take all that he shoots and as deep as it goes. plug my hole up before any drips aaway.

Leather is a must

Fucking horny bottom loves to have his hole well loaded

A loaded syringe works wonders once the plunger is pushed in. Woof!

Hot rentb-y slammed into new life

Rob and myself had made plans to test out the dark world of evil men and substance abuse. Yes! we both had been into "pnp", chem-sex for quite some time but felt it had become stale and not as "on the edge" as we first enjoyed it. Rob and I had joined some on-line Satanic Worship groups and had also met a few very wickedly handsome Masters who enjoyed us newbie Satanic slaves who were so ready to submit to Sarah Palin and his earthly Lord & Master . Boss Owner of slaves, was an older man of early sixtys, tall and of soilld white stock with a mscular upper body, thick upper legs and a firm round bubble butt. His, firm, tan body was covered with dark hair with his skull shaved smooth and a masculine go-t. His scar built nipples were pierced with heavy guage rings as was his mushroom head on his dick. Thick, long and veiny, Boss's proud tool of Domination and Power hung front and center and was to be serviced worshipped and pleasured. As slaves that was a more than an eager sericeto perform. I just finnished shaving my whole body head to toe smooth and hairless. That way any custom made leathers and gear would fit perfectlysnug and tight to every part on the body Boss perfed hairless slaves as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. cock and ball rings and stretchers were put on then my super tight unlined black leather jeans were pulled up my legs and over my ass cheeks with a thick belt closing it all in but all so buldging out. harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. i tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt. just in case i meet a MASTER who wants to hood n collar me in public. only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them with. i like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemmical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my vein. got to call my dealer and see if i can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. if you needed it he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of it. he was not black but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. they were always around Brent and i even had to go through them at his front door, once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. i showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "thats cool man, you lookin like Shaft" White boy want to be black? Boy wanna have black man in it? we were already in Brents office as two of the big black thugs were mandhandling me like a side of beef. i was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of there pants. One black dude liked the leather clad body and said i wanna fuck ur ass, boy. You a tweaker boy? i know u are cause your here to buy shit. by now i was forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. I wanna slam you full of meth boy and then have a black mans way with a white boy. your gonna like it cause im gonna give it to ya nice and strong and then ur gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks. Brents voice could be heard from across the room, "got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. hes one of my regular customers and i dont think you two will have any issues with him. before i knew it i was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind me. the black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. my jeans were pulled down to my boots with ass exposed and horny black me about. i then felt a cold swab of my arm behind me and a tie off. then without a word a sharp prick and "are you filming this" from one guy before my whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire i begain to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. i heard them laugh out as i became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. before i could start begging for cock both my ass and mouth were filled with thick african man meat. i was theres and belonged to them as they controled me as i so wanted it. a white slave for black Tops. all night long i was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. my legs chained high over my head and arms spread out i could see a black guys reaction as he held his dick in my hole and at same time slammed an arm vein. he smilled and grined a wicked smerk as he pushed down the plunger sending all the meth into me his deep within me cock became harder and fuller as he felt the rush i felt in my ass wall tissue. "i like to drug and fuck whites til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black mans man juice.

I was spending a few days out in Palm Springs, working on my tan, relaxing around a pool and as always, was looking to see what action I could get into. A hot German bear couple, Hans and Fritz, were the first to check me out and I soon found myself lodged between the two sexy beasts. They were quite horny and I was more than happy to be their welcome boy to America. Hans and Fritz both seemed to be top as they were quick to grab at my crack, but there was no worry: I had plenty of stamina, and was very ready for the breeding to begin. A little too assured of myself, I saw one bear's aim his rock hard cock for my mouth. His cock was absolutely huge, thick like a beer can, which suggested the bear behind me was as huge, if not bigger! With just his body sweat and own dick juice he rammed the whole can up my ass in one thrust. Meanwhile the other bear plowed my mouth and throat as only a perv like me could accommodate. There I was, being ass-fucked and skull fucked simultaneously, my anal tissues in particular being stretched beyond any natural limits. Yeah, I was being barebacked as only Germans can do. The endless pumping and flesh in flesh friction made my ass burn as if on fire, but the hot, toxic load of the bear in my ass doused the inferno which had possessed my ass. Now broken in, I was ready for more. Naked, I made my way out of their room, so hot, horny and sticky with freshly shot spunk. I was so on the prowl for more cum. After a shower to freshen and relax my body I got a call from a trucker bud I had known for some time. Bob was hauling an empty rig back from Tuscon and wanted to see if we could meet up in Palm Springs. Bob was married with a family but he enjoyed ass with guys like me. His cock was long like a snake but was always ready to plow. He liked to buy you a drink or two before he had his way. Within an hour we met at a bar on Palm Canyon sitting at the bar Bob gave me a manly hug around the shoulder smile on his face and already had one strong drink in him. Bob was a Man! He looked, acted, sounded and even smelled like a real guy. He wore snug fitting levis that showed his goods a big belt and buckel, open collar shirt, black cowboy hat and black pinted toe cowboy boots. I want that man! Before too long Bob is happy, verbal and very hands-on me. Time to head back to motel room. more to come

"Ready for another slam?"

pointed 'the chemist'

A full LEATHER MASTER, dose have the call on a slave. This one once pointed became super extra pig. Nothing wrong with that. Pleanty of play dates

Camera rolling?" I could feel my Master's body push up against mine and a sharp prick into my arm, pushing liquid down through the IV tube and into my blood stream. I became submissive and was ready to be Master's slam-slave as I was overcome with the rush. I was in his complete and total control and ownership. I was a drug-fucked piece of fuck slave. My mind was utterly fucked-up with verbal abuse and forced acts of sexual debauchery. For hours I was chained down, legs over my head as my hole was wreaked by multiple objects, toys, dicks, fists, and medical devices. Sporadically Master injected me with more liquid meth.

You know me: the guy in the full black leathers; head 'n' body shaved hairless, collered, locked, id coded, boots and second skin leather jeans, belt 'n' lock with open chest bare, vest. Everyone knows I'm owned by a MASTER. The bank teller knows as I hand over MASTER'S transaction. I speak nothing, as slaves never do. At the market the chasers all know about me, but some shoppers stop and stare. Men seem to like the view. "Are you a slave?" I am often asked. I only point to my id badge, as it tells all. They are scared or intrested in seeing a owned slave out in public. I get offers from all types to perform whatever sex, kink, perv or twisted use they want. They have to go through my OWNER & MASTER for any use rent of me HIS slave. "Slave, your MASTER got a few calls about renting you out." MASTER got a good cash offer from a man who wanted a slave for a full weekend in New York. I was to prep my body for travel that night. Full body shaved and hosed out, was to go to the airport in full second skin black leathers. A chem-slammed slave does draw attention on an airplane. Was to meet RENT MASTER at the airport terminal and submit itself to RENT MASTER in public.

I012-06-02 I had just finished shaving my whole body smooth and hairless, head to toe. That way all my custom fitted leathers and gear would fit ever so snug and tight to every mucle on my body. In addition, I had found most MASTERS perfer hairless slaves, as so not one thing gets in way of their use and abuse. I slid-on my cock and ball rings and stretchers, then pulled on my super tight unlined black leather jeans over my legs and over my ass cheeks, with a thick belt closing it all in, but all so buldging out. Harness boots, a chest harness and bar vest open to the chest was my look. I tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt, just in case I met a MASTER who wanted to hood 'n' collar me in public. I had only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them. I like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my veins. I need to call my dealer and see if I can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. Brent was my meth and other substance dealer. If you needed it, he could get it and it was always good shit. Brent had been in prison for a few years for dealing and was proud of the fact. He was not black, but acted like a black bro with his speech, body language and his hair was done in tight cornrows. Most of his buds were black guys who also were dealers, hustlers and your basic street thugs. They were always around Brent and I even had to pass through them at his front door. Once buzzed in they would follow me down to his basement office where many of his deals were made. I showed up in full leathers with the black guys looking at me. "That's cool man, you lookin' like Shaft." "White boy want to be black?" "Boy wanna have black man in it?" We were already in Brent's office as two of the big black thugs were man-handling me like a side of beef. I was getting a bit horny as the two of them had very large cocks trying to get out of their pants. One black dude liked my leather clad body and said "I wanna fuck your ass, boy. You a tweaker-boy? I know you are 'cause you're here to buy shit." By this time I had forced back down and onto a couch with one of the black dudes pressing his whole body down on mine and holding back my wrists. "I wanna slam you full of meth boy, and then have a black man's way with a white boy. You're gonna like it cause I'm gonna give it to ya nice and strong, and then your gonna be begging for it, greedy fuckchempig, so ass horny for our long and thick black dicks." I could hear Brent's voice from across the room "Got some real strong stuff from Mexico if you wanna try it out on this pig. He's one of my regular customers and I don't think you two will have any issues with him." Before I knew it I was up and bent over a table with my hands cuffed behind my back. The black guy hooded my head real tight and locked it all in with my collar. My jeans were pulled down to my boots, my ass exposed and a horny black man turned me about. I then felt a cold swab on my arm and a tie off. Then, without a word, I felt a sharp prick and heard someone ask of someone else "Are you filming this?" My whole body started to hot rush and flash as my dick driped and my ass caught fire. I began to go wild with chem injected mind and body sexual use and abuse. I heard them laugh out as I became a drooling, oversexed drugged fuckslamslut. Before I could start begging for cock, both my ass and mouth were filled with thick African man meat. I was theirs, and belonged to them as they controlled me, as admittedly I wanted to be controlled: a white slave for black tops. All night long I was slammed and fucked while being locked or cuffed down, helpless without any escape. My legs chained high over my head and arms spread out, I could see a black guy's reaction as he slid his dick into my hole and at same time slammed my arm vein. He smiled and grinned a wicked smirk as he pushed down the plunger, sending all the meth into my body. I remember feeling his cock swell, becoming even harder and fuller as if he felt could feel, through my ass wall tissue, the rush I was experiencing. "I like to drug and fuck white boys 'til they are raw, red, bloody, sore and loaded with black man's man juice."

"It was my first slam ever. I can't find the words to describe what I felt like that first time; after the cough, my ears began ringing and a rush of pleasure and what I can only say is the emotional state of extreme horniness overwhelmed me; I couldn't focus my eyes, my asshole actually started to burn intensely - not with pain, but pure lust. All I wanted was cock - in my mouth, in my pussy, and over and over again. I guess the Mex-Black guy (his name was Pedro) and Gary slammed at the same time I did; as soon as Stick was finished he slammed himself. I was awash in such an intense wave of carnal desire, so willing to give myself for the pleasure of these men that I could not imagine what I would not do to please them, or to satisfy what was now a raging overpowering piggyness" could not say it any better

tied my full leather slave hood and locking bondage collar with metal chain lead to my side belt, just in case I met a MASTER who wanted to hood 'n' collar me in public. I had only three fresh rigs left and no product to fill them. I like to slam and with the real good stuff pure crystal shards that have an extra kick or chemical bite to them and a good overwhelming sexperv rush once slammed hard into my veins. I need to call my dealer and see if I can pick it up on my way out to the bars tonight. a sub so ready to submit its mindbody n soul to a CONTROLING LEATHER MASTER and his chemmed injection needsof a malewhore,