BreedingDan

Chapter V (Part 2) Mitch quickly got up and grabbed the pipe, telling Tyler and Daniel he was going to his room to fill up the pipe. Mitch quickly found Ben in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, panting, and trying to compose himself. Ben's eyes were wide with shock, his body trembling with adrenaline and a mix of fear and a surprising arousal. Mitch approached him, his voice low and soothing. "Look, Ben," he started, his hand gently resting on Ben's shoulder, "you saw something you weren't supposed to. But you need to understand, Daniel is a powerful man who is close friends with other very powerful men. He'd never let this little secret of ours escape these walls. Do you understand?" Ben tried to pull away, his mind racing, but Mitch's grip tightened holding him in place. Ben looked into Mitch’s eyes and a shutter ran down his spine. This was not the man he had met earlier, not the guy telling silly dad jokes – the guy who had made him feel so at home and at peace just hours earlier – no, this guy was primal…an animal, clearly ready to attack…whatever that would even mean. "You have two choices," Mitch continued, leaning in closer, his hot breath on Ben's neck. "You can be part of our fun, cut loose and join the party and make this the fucking best most exciting summer of your young life… I am positive Daniel and Tyler would be into you jumping in with us. Or, option two: you can leave and forget about it. You’ll tell Tyler something came up back home and I will fly you back to Texas and neither Daniel or Tyler will ever have to know about this. You’ll have a secret you will take to your grave. But Ben, listen carefully son…if you ever tell anyone, well, what happens after that would be out of my control.” The threat hung in the air, heavy and palpable. Ben's heart thundered in his chest, the fear and confusion killing him, but he couldn’t help but acknowledge that as stressful as this all was, for some reason, his cock had been twitching while Mitch was talking. And although he was pretty sure Mitch was threatening to have him killed, he found himself trying to hide the boner in his boxers that became all too obvious once Mitch called him “son”. Ben saw Mitch’s eyes track down to his cock and knew he was busted. A slick grin slowly crept across Mitch’s face as he reached towards Ben and stuck his hand roughly into Ben’s boxers. A quiet whimper and moan escaped Ben’s lips. “Looks like your cock made the decision for you” he whispered in Ben’s ear. Bent felt his resolve wavering, his body betraying him with every beat of his pulse. Mitch noticed the wall breaking down, his eyes gleaming with mischief, a predator cornering his prey. Mitch released the boy’s cock and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small baggie filled with crystalline powder and shards. "You know you want to," his hand brushing against Ben's crotch and he set out two lines of tina on the kitchen counter. "It'll make this night a lot more fun. You do this with me, and I promise to protect you and make you feel really, really fucking good. Don’t you want to let daddy make you feel good son?” He took a straw and snorted one of the lines he had set on the counter while keeping his eye on the tent in Ben’s boxers. Mitch noticed that whenever he called Ben son, he could see Ben’s cock twitch. With a cocky smile Mitch handed the straw to Ben. “Its now or never son, what’s it gonna be?" Ben took the straw from Mitch, still uncommitted and knowing he must decide now. The promise of oblivion was tempting, and the look on Tyler’s face while his dad was fucking him was unreal and it was obvious he was feeling things that had made Ben incredibly curious. And so, Ben had decided – he would try the Tina and see what happened. With trembling hands Ben bent down and snorted the line. He stood up and instantly felt the drug begin to rush through his body, burning like hell as it claimed him. His vision swam as the drug took hold, and suddenly, the fear he felt minutes earlier had turned to excitement, the horror to desire. Mitch handed Ben the pipe and lit the torch under the bowl and watched as Ben inhaled deeply, taking his first hit of the drug that would soon change him. “Nice cloud son. Give me one more before we go join the boys.” Ben obeyed, blowing a second cloud bigger than the first. Mitch moved in closer to the boy, their lips almost touching and whispered at Ben “You made the right choice”. Just as Ben went to respond Mitch kissed him before he could begin to speak. As the two men kissed, and the drugs coursed through their veins, the last remaining barriers between the men disappeared. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, Ben feeling the wide strong shoulders on Mitch and Mitch took in this college boy’s smooth strong young body. Ben felt Mitch’s hands slid down his back and glide across his ass, causing the boy to moan into his mouth, driving Mitch wild. Pulling away from their kiss Mitch spun the boy around and dropped to his knees telling him “You’re about to feel really fucking good boy”. Before Ben could respond he felt Mitch’s tongue enter him, beginning to open up his hole and giving him more pleasure than he had ever known. He gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. Mitch’s strong hand settled on the small of Ben’s back, a firm grip that held him in place as his other hand ventured to the young man’s throbbing cock. He gave it a squeeze that sent a jolt of desire through Ben’s body, and the boy’s moan grew in urgency. “Ugh, fuckkkk!” Ben’s voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and desperation. Mitch’s thoughts raced with anticipation. He knew what was to come, the relentless assault he was about to unleash on Ben’s hole and his need to claim Ben’s tight body grew with every passing second. He spied a bottle of lube next to a bag of Tina on a nearby shelf and grabbed both, keeping his actions hidden from Ben’s view. The thought of fucking the boy, filling him up, made his cock throb painfully. He applied a generous amount of the lube to a large shard he removed from the bag, his own heart racing as he contemplated the stretch and burn that awaited Ben. Without a word, he inserted the shard of meth into Ben’s tight hole, watching the boy’s eyes widen in shock. The shard was a precursor to his true intentions, a gentle stretch to help the boy open up and prepare him to take the monster that was his cock. Ben yelped in pain, but before he could protest, Mitch shoved his thick finger inside, pushing through the resistance and reaching deep. “FUCK!” Ben’s head snapped back, his eyes watering. “What the fuck was that? It hurt like a bitch, dude, don’t do it again!” Mitch chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through Ben’s body. He stood up, his cock jutting out like a weapon of desire. He grabbed Ben’s hips and pinned him to the wall, the head of his cock nudging at Ben’s entrance. “Son, that was just my finger.” The words were a gruff whisper, a promise of the pain and pleasure to come. “You’ve got a whole hard, thick cock waiting to fill you up. It’s going to hurt at first son, a lot worse than my finger. But you can take it. You saw Tyler taking his dad’s cock, didn’t you son? You want to take your dad’s cock like Tyler? You think you can take it bubba?” Mitch began to slide his cock along Ben’s crack, the pre-cum leaking from the tip smearing across his skin. “I can take it”, Ben responded in a defiant tone. “Good boy”, Mitch replied. He applied steady pressure, the head of his cock pushing against Ben’s tight hole, the anticipation driving the boy wild. Ben’s whines grew louder, a symphony of fear and lust that only served to excite Mitch further. “Mitch, no, it hurts!” Ben’s voice was desperate, his body tensing as he felt the pressure increasing. “Relax, baby, relax for daddy.” The words were a command, a promise of the ecstasy that was about to overwhelm Ben. “You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to love it. Just open up for daddy.” The tip of his cock breached Ben’s tight ring, the sensation of being split apart making Ben’s eyes roll back in his head. He cried out in pure agony. “Nooo! Please dude stop its too fucking big”. Mitch grunted as the remembered the bottle of poppers he had in his pocket. “I know it hurts son, I know I know” Mitch cooed softly into Ben’s ear. Taking out the small bottle Mitch gave the poppers a good shake and handed them over and barked a command at Ben. “Inhale these deeply into both nostrils son, it will help with the pain”. As Ben took his first hit of the poppers Mitch felt the boy’s hole relax. Mitch pushed in further, inch by agonizing inch, feeling Ben’s body give way to him. Ben’s face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his eyes screwed shut, his teeth gritted. He was so tight, so perfect, and the sound of his moans and desperate whines filled the room. With a final, powerful thrust, Mitch seated himself fully within Ben, the sensations of being filled beyond what he thought possible causing Ben to become dizzy with pleasure. Ben’s body spasmed around Mitch’s cock, and he could the younger man’s insides clenching, trying to adjust to the intrusion. “Daddy!” Ben’s voice was a whimper, a plea for both mercy and to continue to be filled. Mitch leaned in, his hot breath against Ben’s ear. “You’re doing so good son. You’re taking your dad’s cock like a champ.” His words were soothing, a stark contrast to the brutal act he was committing, and the father son role-play the two men had so easily fallen into was driving both guys wild. Withdrawing almost all the way, Mitch thrust back in, setting a rhythm that had Ben’s body bouncing back against him. The boy’s cries grew louder, and he could feel Ben’s muscles trying to push him out, but his grip was too firm, his cock too insistent. As Mitch slammed fully inside him, he began to press the spot deep inside Ben that awoken him to pleasures he didn’t know existed. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck oh fuck dad fuck me fuckkkkk” Ben began to moan as he fully gave himself over to the man inside him. Mitch’s strokes grew more vigorous, his hips snapping against Ben’s ass with a wet slap that echoed in the room. He watched the boy’s face, the contorted expression of pleasure and pain, and felt his own orgasm building. His hand reached down to grip Ben’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. Mitch's hands found their way under Ben's hips, lifting him slightly to change the angle of penetration. He hit Ben's prostate with each deep plunge, the sensation so intense that Ben's eyes watered and his mouth opened releasing a steady unending moan of wild pleasure. "That's it," Mitch encouraged, his voice strained with his own desire. "Take it all, Ben. Take it like the good boy you are, making your dad so proud son." The words sent a bolt of electricity through Ben's body. He had never felt so wanted, so used, so completely owned. It was intoxicating, and he could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with every deep stroke into his ass. Mitch's breath grew harsher, his movements more erratic as he approached his climax. His cock grew even larger, stretching Ben to the limits of what he thought he could handle. Yet, Ben's body responded, eagerly accepting the man's seed as if it had been starved for it. "I'm gonna cum," Ben moaned, his voice barely audible. "Not yet," Mitch warned, his hand squeezing the base of Ben's cock, preventing his release. "We're gonna do this together." Mitch's hands reached around Ben's body, finding his swollen, leaking cock. He began to stroke it in sync with his thrusts, the sensation too much for the boy to handle. He thrashed beneath Mitch, his body a live wire of pleasure. "Now," Mitch yelled, allowing Ben's cock to erupt in a torrent of hot cum, painting the rug underneath him. The sight of Ben's pleasure was too much for Mitch, and with a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into Ben's tight, quivering hole, holding the boy tightly against his chest as he pumped the final shot of cum inside him. As the two men caught their breath, and Mitch began to slide out of Ben, they heard a very distinct sound: the intentional noise a man makes when clearing his throat. Both guys immediately turned to find Daniel and Tyler standing to their side, both men slowly playing with their cocks as they took in the show. “Well, well, isn’t this interesting” Daniel cocked his head towards the two sweat drenched men. “Interesting indeed”.

Chapter V (Part 1) It was a balmy summer evening in the bustling city, and the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Ben stepped off the elevator onto the gleaming marble floor of the penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the opulence that surrounded him. The place was a far cry from the cramped dorm room he'd been sharing with Tyler all year. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the skyline, the lights twinkling like a sea of diamonds. "Thanks for letting me crash here, man," Ben said, slapping Tyler on the back as he stepped into the living room. Tyler, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of apprehension, gave him a shy smile. "This place is insane” Ben continued.” And I need to pee. Point me to the bathroom?" "It's cool, right?" Tyler responded, his voice slightly shaky. "It's all Dad's. He's pretty chill, I think he will surprise you. Dad and Mitch will be home any minute and around that corner first door on the left is the nearest toilet.” Once inside the bathroom Ben quickly locked the door, a bit lost in his own thoughts and trying to temper his anxiety stared at himself in the mirror and considered what this moment meant for his future. Last year when their college released their housing assignments Ben could not believe his good luck when he saw who his roommate would be. Tyler’s father, Daniel, was one of the most accomplished people to ever work in American advertising. About ten years ago he was recruited from the large advertising agency he ran to help a floundering senate candidate overhaul his communication strategy and Daniel had been widely credited for turning around that entire campaign. With Daniel’s guidance the guy running for senate won, of course, and later became an astoundingly popular two-term President after running two hugely successful presidential campaigns that Daniel also just so happened to have managed. Now Daniel is paid thousands of dollars an hour to manage public relations for a handful of high-profile politicians and celebrities. Ben, a communications major himself, had learned about Tyler’s dad a few years ago after reading about him in one of those “40 under 40” stories about the 40 people under the age of 40 that basically everyone else aspires to be and Ben had followed Daniel’s career ever since. Tyler’s dad’s firm had an internship program that Ben would qualify for next summer. It was well understood within the industry that having that internship on your resume was priceless. Among the former interns were the communications director for a major TV network, a sports agent who had recently signed the largest NBA deal in history, and, of course, the White House press secretary. Ben’s dad was a former high school football star. His mom got pregnant with Ben during her senior year of high school and Ben’s dad, now a two-bit used car salesman, held an unreasonable grudge against Ben for somehow being the reason that his dad missed his shot at playing in the NFL. It was a tired cliché but none-the-less it was the reason Ben did not have much of a relationship with his own father. Tyler seemed to not understand what a big deal his dad was, and although Ben truly did adore him, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of how close Tyler and his dad seemed to be. Tyler’s dad had the power to give Ben everything he had ever wanted; status, connections, money – it was what Ben dreamed about and finally the universe had put him in a position to maybe make it happen. Ben’s phone began to buzz with a text from Tyler: “Yo big guy, dad and Mitch are on their way up now. Meet us out on the terrace whenever you get done in there”. He ran the bathroom faucet and clapped some of the cold water on his face. This was it. Nerves be damned, it was go time. Making his way out on the terrace Ben identified each of the three guys. Daniel, the epitome of masculine elegance and success, a man that exudes confidence. He was dressed in tailored shorts and a polo shirt that clung to his athletic frame, showcasing his toned arms and broad chest and Ben quickly noticed the watch on Daniel’s wrists that easily cost more than Ben’s childhood home. Tyler, a spitting image of his father, had inherited his sharp wit and charisma, along with his penchant for lean, toned physiques. And then there was Mitch, the wild card, a tall man with rugged features whose past was etched in the lines of his taut, muscular body. After everyone had introduced himself to one another, the guys sat down to a chill BBQ dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and Ben felt a strange sense of belonging. And although he was comfortable here and everyone seemed very genuine and inviting, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something that Tyler wasn't telling him about this group dynamic. As the night grew darker, the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of something illicit. Ben, unaccustomed to such opulence, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his bones. It was as if the penthouse itself held its breath, waiting for the secret to reveal itself. But the night was young, and the promise of a summer in the city was too enticing to let those feelings get the better of him. The meal was simple but delicious and the view of the city was like something from a movie. They talked and laughed, the stress of the past year and of meeting Tyler’s dad was melting away with each bite of steak and swig of cold beer. When the plates were cleared and the bottles emptied, the four men called it a night, retreating to their respective bedrooms. Ben, his mind racing with the excitement of the evening and the uncharted territory of the summer ahead, found sleep elusive. After a long video chat with his girlfriend back home, he slipped out of the plush guestroom bed, his cock already semi-hard from the little strip-tease she had given him before they ended their chat. He was thirsty and decided to make his way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before forcing himself to sleep for the night. His bare feet whispered across the cold floor as he padded down the hallway, the only sound being the occasional muffled murmur from Tyler's room. As he approached the kitchen, the murmurs grew louder, more urgent. Ben's curiosity piqued, he slowed his steps, straining to listen. It sounded like Tyler was...moaning? He paused outside the bedroom door, his heart racing. The noises grew clearer, and Ben felt a strange mix of arousal and fear. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood. The door was slightly ajar, and as Ben pushed it open, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the king-sized bed, Daniel was buried to the hilt inside Tyler, his hips pumping rhythmically. Tyler's face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his body arched off the mattress as he took his father's thick, meaty cock. Ben was breathless as he listened to Daniel grunting to Tyler. “Fuck son, I almost forgot what a tight little hole you have. You feeling good son? You like having your dad’s cock open you up again?” Daniel moaned at Tyler. “Ughhhh fuckkkk dadddd you’re so big, so intense being filled up with my dad’s cock fuckkkkk”, Tyler moaned in response. When Ben heard this quick exchange between Tyler and his dad he noticed his cock begin to tent in his boxers. Ben quickly surveyed the room and there was Mitch, sitting in a chair against the wall, stroking his own monstrous member while clearly enjoying the father-son show. Ben watched as Mitch reached down and picked up a pipe and torch. His mouth hung open as he watched Mitch light the torch under the pipe and inhale, blowing out a huge cloud of thick white smoke into the room. What Ben did not realize was that as Mitch began to hit the pipe he had seen Ben in between the crack in the bedroom door. His years locked up taught him how to play it cool when you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, and although the sight of Ben spying was making his heart race adding a thrill of voyeurism to the evening, he pretended not to notice the boy. As Mitch blew out the cloud he noticed Ben's eyes widen in horror, and he rolled his eyes as he saw Ben fleeing back towards the kitchen. Panic began to flood through Mitch. He could not let their secret be exposed. It would ruin Daniel and destroy Tyler and Mitch was never, ever going to let that happen.

This is me shortly after finishing part two. Uploaded short video and link is below, file was too large to put here 😔 [think before following links] https://files.fm/u/85vwryqbf7

Part Two: Tom's heart raced as he approached the grimy, graffiti-covered building that housed Ty's apartment. In the short time that Tom had known Ty, a few big things in Tom’s life had changed. For instance, up until meeting his new friend Tom considered himself 100% straight. Now? Well, Ty’s big black cock has challenged that notion. Tom had also begun smoking Tina regularly, and since Ty was his dealer, he could get dick and his drugs all at the same time. When Tom went to pick-up from Ty he always seemed to notice the stark contrast between the crumbling cinder blocks of the projects and the prestigious college halls he was used to. As he approached Ty, or “daddy” as he insisted Tom call him, Tom’s palms became slick with anticipation and nerves and as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, the smell of burnt chemicals and stale cigarette smoke grew stronger with each step, a potent reminder of what awaited him. When Ty swung open the door, a cloud of smoke billowed out, thick white smoke filled the narrow hallway as he stepped aside to let the young white college boy in. "What's up, little man? Ready for your medicine?" His dark eyes twinkled mischievously as he eyed Tom's lean muscular build, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Tom’s jeans. Inside the cramped living room, Ty's heavy, muscular body filled the space like a panther in a cage. His bare, tatted up chest heaved as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and Tom couldn't help but feel a thrill of danger and excitement at being in the presence of such a dominant figure. The room was dimly lit, a single bulb overhead, casting deep shadows that danced across Ty's toned biceps and the bulging veins in his neck. The tension grew as Ty handed Tom a glass pipe, the crystals glinting in the dull light. "Take a hit, bro," he instructed, his voice a smooth purr that sent shivers down Tom's spine. The first hit of the tina was harsh, burning the back of Tom's throat and making his eyes water. The second hit brought a rush of euphoria, his body tingling as the drug hit his bloodstream. The third hit was pure bliss, and Tom leaned back, the world swimming around him. As Ty leaned in to take the pipe, his hand snaked around to Tom's crotch, gripping his cock through the denim. "My boy is always so eager when daddy is around," he murmured, a wicked smile playing on his full lips. Holding Tom’s chin in his massive hand he told him "tonight, I got something special for you and I need you to be brave for daddy, can you do that for me?" Just as Tom was processing what Ty meant by that, Tom's eyes grew wide as the door swung open again, and Diego stepped into the room. The tall, muscular Latin man's presence was electrifying, his olive skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat, and his dark brown eyes that Tom couldn’t look away from. Diego was freeballing in a pair of athletic shorts and the outline of Diego's thick, uncut cock pressed against the mesh of the shorts made Tom's own dick throb uncontrollably, and as Tom continued to stare at the man’s cockprint he considered that this guy might just have the biggest cock he has ever seen. Ty noticed and chuckled, "Don't worry, baby, my boy is hung as a goddamn horse but you’ll be able to take it." With a jerk of his head, Ty told Diego, "Get naked, bro. Let him see what you got." Diego obeyed, his movements fluid and confident. He popped off his tank top and pulled down his shorts to reveal a sculpted physique, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling as he stepped closer to Tom. His cock, his massive thick uncut monster of a cock hung heavy, the tip glistening with precum, and Tom felt his mouth water despite his fear and anxiety around the pure physics of how he could ever take something this big and live to talk about it.. "Look at that," Ty said, his voice low and hungry as he reached one massive hand towards Diego’s cock and grabbed it tight. "You ever had anything that big inside you?" Tom couldn't speak, could only shake his head. Ty's hands moved back to Tom, his grip on Tom’s ass growing tight. Ty reached over and scooped up a dollop of Diego’s precum and rubbed it between his two fingers. With the fingers now coated in a lube of Diego’s precum, Ty grabbed a shard of Tina from his bag and slowly began to press the precum lubed shard into Tom’s helpless hole, eliciting a yelp from Tom that caused Ty to briefly cover his mouth. “Shhhhhh baby boy, don’t be making all that noise with them niggas right outside listening….I know boy it burns but you see my man’s cock? It ain’t even hard yet, and you gonna take it all," he promised, his breath hot in Tom's ear. “You gonna need this boy”. Diego approached, and Tom's eyes remained locked on the monstrous cock swaying before him. Without warning, Ty pushed Tom to his knees, and he found himself face to face with what indeed was the biggest cock Tom had ever seen. The scent of musk and arousal mixed with Diego’s cologne was intoxicating, and his own cock throbbed in time with the racing beat of his heart. He tentatively reached out, wrapping his hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and weight of it, the velvety skin stretching over the iron-hard length. "That's right," Ty encouraged, his hand on the back of Tom's head. "Give my boy Diego some lovin now." Tom's mouth watered as he opened his lips, taking the massive head into his mouth. Tom's mouth continued to water as he began to slowly suck on the heavy head of Diego's cock, feeling it stretch his lips open. The taste was a mix of salty and sweet, the scent of musk and arousal intoxicating him even more than the meth coursing through his veins. Tom looked up and caught Ty shot-gunning a massive cloud into Diego’s mouth and something about seeing these two dominant dangerous alpha studs in that intimate embrace drove Tom wild. Diego's hand came to rest on the back of Tom’s head, guiding him gently but firmly, as if he knew exactly how much Tom could handle. Ty's hand remained on his shoulder, the warmth of his touch reassuring, though the anticipation of what was to come had Tom's stomach in knots. Tom's eyes remained locked on Ty's, seeking approval, as he began to suck in earnest. Diego's cock was so thick and getting thicker, filling his mouth completely, and he had to fight against his gag reflex as he took more and more of it. The head of his own cock was leaking pre-cum onto the worn carpet beneath him, and he knew that Ty could see it. The thrill of being used, of being the plaything for these two powerful men, was like nothing he had ever felt before. "Fuck, baby," Ty whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're doing so good. You know baby, my boy here has never had white ass. You gonna be his first whiteboy.” Diego moaned, hips began to rock gently, his cock sliding deeper into Tom's mouth. “Yeah well, don’t get many white boys coming around here, too scared or something. You don’t gotta be scared bro, I’m big I know I know but I’mma make you feel good, promise.” He continued to moan as Tom took more of him down his throat. “Fuck man, you sucking my cock like a champ, taking it like you hungry for it or somethin”. Tom's eyes watered and he choked slightly, but the feeling of Diego's hands in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him, kept him going. The sounds of his own moaning muffled by the cock in his mouth and the heavy breathing of the two men above him were all Tom could focus on as the world around him faded away. Ty stepped closer, his own cock now hard and pressing against the small of Tom's back. "You like that big Latin cock boy?" he asked, his breath warm against Tom's ear. "You think you can be a brave boy for daddy and take it all?" Tom nodded, unable to form words as he continued to bob his head up and down on Diego's cock. Ty reached around and began to stroke Tom's own erection, his hand rough and calloused, sending bolts of pleasure through his body. The combination of the drugs and the overwhelming sensation of being dominated by these two men had him on the edge. "You want more?" Ty asked, his voice a dark whisper. "You want to feel both of us inside you?" Tom paused, his eyes wide, the desperation and fear clear in his eyes. Ty's hand left Tom’s cock and he felt something cold and slick being spread over his asshole. He gasped as Ty's thumb pushed inside, slowly stretching him open, getting him higher than he’s ever been as Ty was now putting even more of the Tina inside his hole. The burn was exquisite, a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure of Diego's cock filling his mouth. "Look at you," Ty said, his voice a mix of amazement and amusement. "Look at this boy’s hole eat that up. This whiteboy is desperate to get opened up.” Diego's grip on Tom’s head grew stronger, and he felt the man's cock swell even larger in his mouth. He knew what was coming next, and his heart raced in anticipation. Ty's thumb was replaced by something bigger, something that made him tense up in fear and excitement. "Relax, baby," Ty soothed, his voice low and reassuring. "You can take it, you know how to open up for daddy." Tom did his best to relax as Ty's cock began to push into him, inch by slow inch. The pain was intense, but the rush of endorphins from the meth made it almost pleasurable. He felt so full, so used, it was everything he had ever wanted. “There you go baby, opening up that beautiful white hole for your daddies. Gonna make us so proud, I know you will”. When Ty got halfway inside the boy he slowly drew his cock back out, only to then slam the entire length of his massive black cock to the hilt, Tom’s body responding in agonizing pain, a scream now being muffled by Diego’s cock as he continued to push down Tom’s throat. Tom was reeling as Ty began to thrust deeply into him and Diego's cock grew even more insistent in this throat, pushing deeper causing him to choke and gasp for breath. Tom's eyes watered as he gagged, but he didn't stop sucking, driven by a desperate need to please them both as he had finally now understood why he existed, understanding it was for this purpose, for these alpha men to use as they saw fit. Ty's hand found its way back to Tom's cock, now slick with precum and lube, and began to pump it in rhythm with his own thrusts. The room was a blur of movement and sensation, the air thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the ragged breaths of three men lost in the throes of meth induced passion. Tom could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body tightening as the pleasure grew more intense, each pump inside him hitting that spot causing an explosion of pleasure with each painful thrust. "You're about to cum for us, aren't you?" Ty demanded, his voice harsh and dominant. Stroking Tom even faster he now ordered: “Now boy, show my guy Diego how Daddy fucks a load out of you, time to bust boy, blow for daddy”. Tom moaned around Diego's cock, his own orgasm building like a volcano ready to erupt. The sensation of Ty's cock pounding into him and Diego's shaft sliding in and out of his mouth was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through his entire being. The pressure in his balls grew almost unbearable, his body begging for release. "God, yes," Tom managed to murmur, his voice muffled by Diego's cock. The words seemed to spur Ty on, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more possessive. "That's it," Ty groaned, his grip on Tom's hips tightening. "Take it all. Let your daddies wreck this white cunt. Now boy, cum for Daddy NOW!" Ty demanded forcefully. Diego's hand tangled in Tom's hair, holding him in place as he picked up the pace, his hips snapping with each thrust into Tom's mouth. Tom could feel the man's thighs tense and knew he was close. The thought of making Diego cum, of serving Ty like this and obeying his order to cum sent him hurtling over the edge. His body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning, painting the floor with ropes of cum and causing a scream to somehow escape Tom’s cock-filled mouth. As Tom's body quivered with the aftershocks of his climax, Ty pulled out of him with a wet pop. The sudden emptiness made him whimper, his hole longing to be filled. Ty turned him around and bent him over the arm of the couch, his cock still hard and slick with lube. "Now that I milked that out of you, I want you to try and relax baby," Ty whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "Because now baby boy, now the real fucking fun begins." Diego stepped closer, his cock now fully terrifyingly erect, the head a deep purple and slick with precum, easily the size of a young child’s fist. Tom's eyes widened in both fear and excitement as he watched Ty slick the monstrous shaft with lube. With Tom bent over the couch and with his recently fucked hole totally exposed and opened, Ty was able to easily slip two more shards inside Tom without the boy even noticing. Ty grabbed a bottle of poppers and told Tom to inhale it like his life depended on it. Placing the poppers in Tom’s hand and telling him to use them when needed, he slapped Tom’s ass so hard it left a bruise and barked another order. "Open up," Ty demanded, his hand guiding the tip of Diego's cock to Tom's asshole. Tom took a deep hit on the poppers and did as he was told, feeling the head of Diego's cock press against him. He was still sensitive from his orgasm, and the pressure made him gasp. "Easy," Ty cooed, his hand gentle on Tom's back. "Just breathe, baby. This about to hurt like hell but you gonna survive and you gonna take it because now baby you aint got no choice but to take it, you understand?" With a gentle push, the head of Diego's cock breached Tom's tight ring, and Tom's eyes rolled back in his head, his vision becoming spotty as his world was now spinning rapidly around him with Diego’s cock beginning its invasion right as the last two secret booty bumps began to take hold of him. The pain was intense, but he focused on the warmth of Ty's hand and the sound of his voice, telling him how good he was doing and how proud of he was making the men, and when Diego grabbed Tom’s cock and began to slowly stroke it back to life Tom realized that perhaps he was about to feel the greatest pain followed by the greatest pleasure he’d ever known. Inch by agonizing inch, Diego pushed into him, his cock stretching Tom to the limits of what he thought he could handle, all the while Diego and Ty sounding genuinely impressed with how well Tom was taking it as they continued to offer up encouraging words. The burn was almost too much, but Tom knew there was no escape – even if he wanted to leave, even if he begged, he was in too deep and these big men with their rock-hard cocks would never let him go without fucking him first. “Yo little dude, I’m almost halfway inside you bro” Diego announced. “I’m gonna start to pump now, if it gets too much and you think you gonna pass out or somethin I’ll slow it down”. Surprisingly, Tom’s body began to adjust, his ass muscles relaxing around the thick massive intrusion. Ty's cock slid into his mouth again, the taste of his own ass mixing with the musky scent of Diego's precum. Once Diego was fully seated inside Tom, he wrapped his big strong arms around Tom’s body and whispered in his ear “you got all me in you man, down to my nuts its all inside you. So proud of you bro, fuck you tight and you making me feel so good, so proud”. Hearing this, Ty began to fuck Tom’s throat in earnest, his powerful hips driving the thick cock in and out of him. Both Ty and Diego had natural rhythm, so it didn’t surprise Tom when their thrust seemed to sync up - when one man was sliding out the other was sliding in so that Tom was never without one of them inside him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through Tom, making him moan a desperate plea of intense pleasure. He felt so full, so used, and it was everything he had ever needed, everything he longed to be. The room was a cacophony of sounds: Ty's harsh breaths, Diego's grunts of exertion, and the wet, squelching noises of their bodies coming together. Tom's own muffled moans, a mix of cruel pain and intense pleasure added to the symphony, his eyes watering with every deep push down this throat. As the two men fucked him, Tom's mind was a whirlwind of sensation and emotion. The fear and anxiety from earlier had been replaced with a sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be, in between his dad’s. He was their boy, and they were using him as they saw fit. The power dynamics played out before him were intoxicating, the high from the meth only amplifying the intensity of the experience. Diego's hand found its way to the back of Tom's head again, pushing him down further onto Ty’s cock as Ty's thrusts grew more erratic. Ty's grip on Tom's head tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fucked his face harder and faster. Diego had been let loose and was now mercilessly pounding Tom’s ass. With his big strong hands firmly pressing Tom into the couch he began to ruthlessly slam his cock inside the boy. “Fuck whiteboy, you taking this cock like a real man, you hear me? Shit, I fucked half these wanna-be tough guy niggas walkin round this block and they be crying, begging me to stop before we I even get goin. But you whiteboy? You fucking love this shit, don’t you? You love coming to this nigga’s shitty little apartment, getting spun and taking some brown cock don’t you boy? Tom could only moan his response. “Yeah boy? That’s what I thought. You love it? Fuck boy, that’s real good, cuz I’mma fucking give it to you!” Tom's body was a canvas of pain and other worldly ecstasy, painted with the strokes of Diego's cock and Ty's firm hand. The pain had transformed him, broken him to pieces, and the pleasure that followed, the delicious ache that his daddy’s cocks provided, had put him back together, each movement a stroke of the brush that brought him closer to his full experience of ecstasy. He could feel Diego's cock thickening even more inside him, the veins pulsing with the promise of release. Ty's thrusts grew more urgent, and Tom knew he was close. "Fuck, baby," Ty panted, his voice strained. "Dis throat open up so good..don’t worry baby boy, Diego gonna put his nut inside you now and yo daddy gonna put his nut inside you later." Tom's eyes watered as Diego's hands tightened around his waist, the pressure that held him down becoming slightly painful. He knew what was expected of him, and the idea of making them both cum was driving him wild. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing with each bob of his head, his tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of his daddy’s cock in his mouth. Diego's hips began to buck, his breaths coming in sharp gasps. In between ragged breathes Diego rushed to get the words out before it was too late. "I'm gonna cum white boy, fucking gonna fill this ass up you ready? You ready bro?" he growled, his voice deep and guttural. Tom nodded, eager to be filled with the man's seed, to show him how badly he wanted to please him. Tom noticed their rhythm grew more frenzied, their cocks slamming into Tom's ass and throat with an intensity that made him see stars. With a roar, Diego slammed into Tom’s ass with such force it knocked the wind out of him, and as Tom struggled to find his breath while enduring Diego’s wild thrust, he was tasked with also surviving the torrent blast of cum that his dad was now shooting down his throat. With almost no warning Ty was now flooding Tom’s throat as Diego continued to flood his hole. Diego’s thrust began to slow and Tom felt the warmth of the man’s nut spread inside him, the feeling of being claimed and used and finally filled up in the most primal way possible making him whole, giving him purpose. The warmth of their loads coupled with the insane amount of tina coursing through his veins caused Tom to spiral into an orgasm so deeply he very literally almost passed out. His body spasmed, his ass clenching around the cock that was still buried deep within him. Ty watched with fascinated and hungry eyes, his own climax beginning to also subside. "You doin so good and we so proud of you boy," he praised, his voice thick with pride and lust. "Look at you, cumming like this for us. Yeahhhh boy keep going, get every drop out for daddy now". Tom's moans grew louder, his body trembling, shaking, as Diego’s hard cock slammed into him one final time, sending him over the edge again, somehow restarting the orgasm he thought he had just finished, leaving Tom completely exhausted and totally spent. Ty pulled out of his throat, and before Tom could even catch his breath, the two men took turns kissing him deeply, intimately, so intensely it felt as if the men were desperate for him to understand how they had claimed him and were helping him understand with this intimate embrace. The two men stepped back, both panting heavily, with their massive strong arms wrapped around each other and their chests heaving, looking down at their boy now covered in a mix of sweat, lube, meth, cum and spit. Ty's cock was still semi-hard, glistening with Tom’s spit while Tom's ass had been stretched beyond what any of the men had thought possible, now dripping with Diego's cum and throbbing from the pounding it just took. Tom felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, his body a testament to the power and pleasure they had shared. Diego leaned down, his chest brushing against Ty's, and whispered something in Spanish that made Ty laugh, the sound low and wicked. They shared a knowing glance before turning their gaze back to Tom, who was now knelling in front of them, trying to catch his breath while looking up at the men, searching their faces for their approval. Ty bent down and picked Tom up, carrying him into the bedroom as Diego followed behind. The three men crawled into bed together, with Tom in the middle while the room continue to spin around them from a mix of pure exhaustion and a whole lot of drugs. Clearing his throat while relaxing into their arms, Tom thanked his dad’s for this experience, and as they drifted off to sleep Tom thought to himself how lucky he was to be owned by such incredible men, and as he closed his eyes he chuckled to himself, silently reminding himself how glad he was that Ty had once ordered from Ubereats.

As Tom turned his new truck into the parking lot of the government housing projects on the notorious Rayburn Avenue his Ubereats app alerted him that he had “arrived at the delivery destination”. He rolled his eyes and mumbled “oh, great” as he took in his sketchy surroundings. It was the summer in between Tom’s Junior and Senior year in college and next semester he and his buddies were all set to travel Europe during their scheduled study abroad program. Tom had been delivering for Uber for a few weeks to save up extra spending money to blow on his Eurotrip, but this was his first delivery to the infamous Rayburn Housing Projects, and although he was a bit apprehensive about walking around in this part of town, he told himself this will be a quick drop off and he would be back on the road in five minutes and let himself daydream of exploring Europe before he had to enter the real adult world. Opening his truck door Tom grabbed the food, stepped out of the truck and began making his way to APT D3. On the short walk to the apartment front door Tom passed a kaleidoscope of empty beer bottles, fast food containers, random paper and at least two needles on the ground. He passed a group of younger men, all different shades of black, playing basketball on a neglected cement slab of concrete they used as their court. He heard one of them direct a comment his way followed by roaring laughter from the group and although he couldn’t quite make out what was said he smirked and thought to himself “yeah yeah dude, have your laughs and also, enjoy living in your shitbox”. As Tom approached the front door of APT D3 it swung open before he could even knock. Tom was a little stunned at what now stood in front of him. Ty, the man behind the door, was gorgeous. 6 foot 3, easily 230 pounds of street muscle. Tom noticed the man was shirtless and could see the tattoos all over his arms, chest, and up his neck. “You uber?” the deep voice of the adonis of a man asked Tom. “Uh, yeah, sorry” Tom responded, handing the man his bag while clearing his throat and awkwardly looking away. “Appreciate it bro”, Ty responded while grabbing the bag from Tom and taking a good look at the white delivery boy. Tom was the total all American boy, standing 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighing in around 175 pounds of young lean college muscle. Tom’s mop of brown tussled brown hair and big blue eyes made Ty’s cock twitch. “Yo, my bad man I am gonna need to tip you in cash for this….gonna take me a minute to find my wallet why don’t you come inside and wait so you don’t got to deal with the dumb niggas that live around here”. Every instinct of Tom’s told him to politely decline and head back to his truck but there was something disarming about Ty that made him less threatening for some reason. Tom stepped inside the sparsely furnished apartment and took a seat on the couch while Ty left the room to allegedly find his wallet. Tom noticed a pipe on the coffee table in front of him with a bunch of white shit both in the pipe and on the table. Tom picked up the pipe to take a closer look and was quickly startled when he heard the deep rumble of Ty’s voice behind him. “You smoke?” Ty asked as he entered the living room. Tom couldn’t help but notice the massive buldge in Ty’s sweatpants bounce around as he walked towards Tom. “Ughh, not sure, what uhh..what is this exactly?” Ty smiled and took the pipe out of Tom’s hands before taking a torch out of his pocket. “This”, he responded while heating up the pipe and taking a big hit, “is Tina” he said as he blew out a huge cloud of smoke above their heads. “Want to try it?” Tom’s mind was racing. He was sitting in some black dude’s living room in the fucking PROJECTS and was now being offered meth. What the actual fuck. Again, Tom’s instincts were raging against what was happening – 20 years of programming telling him to stand the fuck up and walk the fuck out of this guy’s apartment immediately. But as Tom was quickly deciding how to make his exit he noticed Ty adjusting his buldge through his sweatpants while simultaneously blowing another cloud and for some reason the combination of these two things happening at once transfixed him. With the pipe still in his hand Ty shrugged his shoulders at Tom, silently offering the pipe to him one last time. This time, Tom took it. The burn in his lungs was immediate, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. The meth hit him like a freight train, a rush of euphoria and energy that made his heart feel like it would burst from his chest. The room spun, and he coughed, handing the pipe back. “That’s it, boy. Relax,” Ty said, patting him on the back. The meth hit him like a freight train. Suddenly, the world was a brighter place, his fear replaced by a buzzing energy that hummed in his veins. Ty's smile grew wider, a predator sensing its prey's vulnerability. "You like that?" Ty’s massive hands were now rubbing Tom’s back and had moved up to his shoulders and neck and as Ty slowly began to exert dominance over Tom he took Tom’s hand and put it on his cock. “Go ahead boy, grab it”. Tom grabbed hold of the massive cock constrained in Ty’s sweatpants and gave it a long squeeze, eliciting a moan of approval from Ty. Tom grabbed the pipe again making Ty chuckle. “Yeah boy, hit that pipe again for daddy. Show daddy what a big cloud you’ve learned to blow”. Tom clicked the torch and was taking a nice long hit from the pipe when he felt Ty stick his massive hands down his shorts, grabbing and stroking Tom’s now throbbing cock. Ty grinned. “That’s my fucking boy, hard as a rock for daddy already. Dad is going to make you into such a good cockslut, and you’re going to make dad so proud – I can already tell”. “Mmmmm, fuck yeah man” Tom moaned. Ty’s voice somehow got a few octaves deeper when he responded to Tom. “Listen here boy, because I’m only gonna tell you this once. I am daddy. Or dad. You understand?” Tom looked up at Ty with big vulnerable eyes that were seeing the world spin and responded “fuck, daddy, yes sir”. "Good boy," Ty said, his voice a low purr. He stood up and in one swift move had taken off his sweatpants and set his dick free, revealing a cock that was as thick and long as a baseball bat. Tom couldn't help but stare, his mouth going slack. "You ever had a taste of chocolate?" Ty's question was a purr, and he stepped closer, his cock bobbing with each step now mere inches from Tom's face. With his cock in Tom’s face Ty handed Tom a small bottle. “Son, these are poppers. You are going to put the bottle under your nose and inhale taking a big hit for daddy. These will help you when its time to take Daddy’s dick.” Tom did as he was told, taking a big, long hit from the tiny bottle. Tom felt a rush hit him like nothing had before, starting at the top of his head before touching every inch of him, causing him to moan from the intense pleasure he was feeling from the high. "Good boy son, now, suck it." Tom leaned in; his eyes wide as he wrapped his lips around the head of Ty's cock. It was hot and heavy, the taste of salt and musk overwhelming him. He took another hit of the poppers, the burn in his nose making his eyes water, making everything feel sharper. Ty's cock grew even more sensitive, the skin tightening as Tom's mouth moved down, inch by inch. "Yeah, just like that," Ty groaned, his hand tangling in Tom's hair. "Take it all, baby." Tom tried, his throat straining around Ty's thickness, his eyes watering from the effort. Ty's cock was like nothing he'd ever felt before, a living, pulsing beast that seemed to fill his entire mouth. He gagged, but Ty was relentless, pushing in deeper while Tom tried to pull away, choking on the massive cock that somehow seemed to be getting bigger. As Tom struggled Ty’s grip on his head was relentless, forcing him to somehow find the space in his throat to accommodate Ty’s manhood. “Yeahhh boy, that’s right, just like that. See, I knew you could do it. Just had to open up for daddy. Just had to relax and let daddy inside”. Ty showed no mercy as he fucked Tom’s face, often sliding his entire cock down the boy’s throat and holding it there, watching the boy gag. Just when Tom thought he couldn’t take anymore he looked up at the adonis of a man in front of him and watched as Ty clicked the torch and blew another massive cloud above him. Tom didn’t understand it, but something about seeing Ty blow the cloud triggered something inside him and made him crave Ty’s cock more than ever. Ty pulled his cock out of Tom’s mouth and rested his massive cockhead on Tom’s lips while he spoke. “Look at me” he demanded. “You’re almost ready boy. Almost ready to take daddy’s cock” he said as he quickly ripped off Tom’s pants exposing him fully to the man. “Stand up and bend over the couch”. Tom knew not to disobey his new dad, so he did as he was told, nervously bending over the couch for him. Ty handed Tom the bottle of poppers and told him to hit them while Ty opened him up. Tom breathed in a sharp breath as he felt Ty’s warm tongue begin to circle his virgin hole. As Ty’s tongue began and jab and probe his hole he took another hit of the poppers, causing the boy to moan and melt into the couch and Ty’s tongue which he realized was now deep inside him. “Mmmm that’s some nice white ass boy. Opening up real nice for me, such a good boy for me”. Tom felt Ty’s fingers begin to tease his hole. “Son, what I’m about to do to is going to hurt like a mother fucker at first, but you’re going to take it for me. This is how you will make your daddy proud. I want you to take a big, long hit on those poppers for me and then close your eyes and try and relax, you understand?” Tom began to sweat, nervously anticipating the pain Ty promised was coming. He nodded his head and responded, “yes daddy, I understand”. Ty grabbed a bottle of lube and applied a generous amount to his finger before slowing sliding it inside Tom’s virgin hole. Tom’s body responded immediately, squirming to remove the invasion from his hole. Tom couldn’t help but scream as Ty placed one hand on his back to keep him still while continuing to slide inside him. “Shhhh, I know boy, I know it hurts. But you’re doing so good and in a few seconds, I’m going to show you what real pleasure is”. Tom groaned, feeling like he was being ripped open by the man’s fingers and realizing that if a couple fingers hurt this badly there was no chance he could take Ty’s massive cock and live through it. But just as Tom was starting to regret his decision to ever walk inside Ty’s apartment, he felt Ty hit something inside him that brought him the pleasure Ty was just telling him about. This uncharted territory inside him that Ty had just discovered was life changing. As Ty prodded Tom’s prostate, he heard the guttural moan from the young man that told him he’d found it. “Ahhh that’s my boy! See son – I told you. You think that feels good boy? You like that? Ha, just wait you aint seen nothing yet”. Ty stood up and told Tom to lay on his back. Ty grabbed a shard and told Tom what was next. “Son, I’m about to put this beautiful shard inside you and when I do you will finally be ready to take me, understand? Now this may burn but you trust daddy now, so I need you to open up and be brave for me”. Ty then grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke it while he proceeded to shove the shard inside Tom. Seconds later Tom was drooling for Ty’s cock, feeling a hunger he had not felt before. Realizing the boy was now ready, Ty stood up in between Tom’s legs. "You want it bad, don't you?" Tom could only whimper in response, his body a live wire of need. He'd never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so incredibly turned on. The poppers and meth had done their job, and the world around him was a haze of sensation and desire. Ty's hand left Tom's cock, and he felt something cold and slick being spread along his crack. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he realized Ty was lubing himself up and that he was about to be ripped open by his new black daddy. The head of Ty’s cock was already nudging at Tom's entrance, the pressure building. "Relax," Ty coaxed, his voice a soothing whisper. "Wait," Tom managed to croak out, his voice thick with desire and fear. "Use a condom, please?" Ty's smile was wicked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. "No condoms needed between father and son boy. You're going to take all of me, raw and bare." Tom's eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest. "But...but I've never..." "That's what makes it so much better," Ty whispered, his breath hot on Tom's cheek. "I'm going to show you how good it can be." With surprising gentleness, Ty pushed Tom back onto the bed, his weight pressing him into the mattress. Tom felt his own cock throb, his body betraying his fear. Ty reached for the poppers again, placing them in Tom's hand. "Take another hit," he instructed, his voice firm but soft. "And tell me you want me to fuck you bare." Tom took another hit, the room spinning around him as he felt the muscles in his body relax, the fear and tension draining away. "I...I want you raw cock," he murmured, his voice shaking. "Good boy," Ty said, his eyes never leaving Tom's. He leaned in and kissed him, his tongue pushing past Tom's parted lips, tasting the faint hint of poppers and smoke. Tom moaned into the kiss, his hand shaking as he held onto the bottle of poppers, the reality of what he was about to do washing over him. "Ready son? Time to let me in." Tom took a deep breath, his body tensing as Ty pushed the tip of his cock into him. It burned, the madding pain sharp and intense, but the meth and the poppers had made everything feel so much more intense that even the pain was a thrill. He took another hit, the room swimming around him as Ty pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him up until he couldn't take any more. "Fuck," Tom breathed, his nails digging into the pillow. "It's so big, I don’t know if I can do this”. “Trust me son, you can take it” Ty responded, before sliding his entire ten inches of thick black cock in the boy’s virgin hole. Tom’s mouth hung open, his body in shock at how it had just been ripped open. He sucked in a huge breathe of air and then let out a scream the entire neighborhood could hear. "That's it," Ty said, his voice strained. "Take it all." With one final thrust, Ty was fully seated inside Tom, his thick cock buried to the hilt. Tom's body spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure and pain mixed into a delicious cocktail that had him panting for more. "You're so tight," Ty said, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight." The pain started to dull and something new was beginning to replace it. Tom took another hit from the poppers and felt Ty begin to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Tom's toes curling. Ty's cock stretched him wide, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, nothing he'd ever dreamed of. “Fuck me, please daddy fuck me” Tom moaned. Ty was pumping into Tom, all the way into the hilt, out to the head, hitting Tom’s spot with each pump. “Look at me son” Ty demanded as he continued to pump in and out. “Dad is so proud of you. You learned to love this black cock, didn’t you?” “Yes sir” Tom responded. “Say it” Ty told him. “I love my daddy’s big black cock. Fuck it is so deep inside me and I love it. I exist to be used by daddy’s black cock and I promise to be a brave boy and earn daddy’s load”. His words drove Ty wild and the assault on the boy’s virgin ass grew exponentially more extreme. He was slamming his cock into the boy harder than he had ever fucked before. He was giving the boy all he had to give, every inch of the massive man was inside the boy, throbbing more with each pump. Tom’s eyes had completely rolled back in his head and for a moment he thought he had left his body. Ty grabbed Tom’s cock and began to stroke him in tune with the rhythm of the fuck. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, along with their ragged breaths and moans of pleasure. Tom's hand found its way back to the poppers, taking hit after hit as he felt his orgasm build. Ty's cock was like a piston, driving into him, and the sensations were almost too much to handle. His dick was hard and leaking precum, slapping against his stomach with each thrust. "You're going to cum for me," Ty said, his voice a command. "You're going to cum while I'm inside you." Tom nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the tension coil tightly in his balls. The poppers had him on edge, had him feeling every sensation in high definition. He could feel Ty's cock throb with each thrust, could feel his own prostate being massaged with a precision that was almost unbearable. With a final, powerful push, Ty hit that sweet spot, and Tom's orgasm exploded through him, his cock spurting cum all over his stomach and chest. The contractions of his ass milked Ty's cock, and with a roar, Ty came, his hot seed filling Tom up, the sensation of being bred changing Tom forever. Tom was feeling Ty's cock twitch and throb deep inside him, releasing a hot flood of cum that filled him completely. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent him spiraling over the edge and just as he thought he couldn’t cum anymore he was thrust into the most intense climax of his life. "Oh fuck," Tom moaned, his body convulsing as he came again, spurts of hot cum shooting from his own cock, painting his stomach and chest. Ty didn't stop, his strokes growing more erratic as he chased his own release. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, his eyes locked on Tom's face, watching the ecstasy play out across his features. Tom felt the pressure build, the tightness in his ass giving way to a feeling of fullness that was almost too much to handle. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him crying out. "Fuck," Ty breathed, his body shaking as he pulled out, his cock still hard and glistening with cum. "Look what you made me do son." Tom looked down at himself, his body covered in sweat and cum, feeling more alive than he ever had before. He'd just smoked meth and then been fucked bareback by a man, and it had been the most intense, mind-blowing experience of his life. "You liked that, didn't you?" Ty asked, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You liked taking my big, black cock raw." Tom couldn't deny it. His body was still pulsing with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he could feel Ty's cum leaking out of him, a sticky reminder of what had just happened. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I liked it." "I knew you would," Ty said, leaning in to kiss him again. His tongue slipped into Tom's mouth, tasting himself, and Tom couldn't help but moan at the sensation. The two men lay there for a moment, panting and spent, before Ty pulled away. "But that's just the beginning," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with lust. "We've got all night and you little white boy still have a lot to learn”.

Part IV - The guys go to Vegas The neon lights of Las Vegas painted the sprawling hotel suite in a haze of electric color, each pulse and flicker echoing the pumps of Mitch inside Tyler. The room was thick with the acrid scent of meth, a potent aphrodisiac that had been their silent companion for hours, heightening every sensation to a fever pitch. Mitch, a towering figure with his body still chiseled from his time in prison, stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his six-foot-two frame casting a dominating shadow over the king-sized bed. His eyes, dark with his signature animalistic meth born lust, slammed his cock inside Tyler, a young and strong beauty of only eighteen, who lay sprawled out and vacillating between screams and moans into the hotel pillow his face was being pushed into. "Take it, you little slut," Mitch growled, his voice a thunderclap in the quiet room, as he slammed his cock deep into Tyler's willing, eager abused hole. Tyler's moans of pleasure came from a place deep within him that only recently had come to life, a place that only the drug-induced haze had allowed him to access. His skin was slick with sweat, the fine sheen reflecting the kaleidoscope of lights outside, making him look like a creature of the night, born of shadow and sin. Mitch flipped the boy on his back, Tyler's legs were spread wide, giving Mitch full access to his tight, young body. His back arched with each brutal thrust, his hands gripping the bed sheets as if the boy were holding on, fighting for his life. Mitch's muscles bulged and flexed with the rhythm of his relentless fucking, each thrust inside the boy a testament to his strength and power. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Mitch or whimper from Daniel’s son as he was filled with every inch of Mitch. The door to the suite swung open without warning, the familiar sound of Daniel’s laughter mixed with the laughter of a stranger. Tyler's father and his new friend stumbled inside the room, his eyes glazed with alcohol and mischief. He was followed by James, a gorgeous man about Daniel’s height but thick with gym born muscles and tattoos from his neck to his cock. Daniel's gaze locked onto the scene before him—his man Mitch and his son Tyler tangled in an act of depravity that would shatter any semblance of a normal world—but instead of anger, a twisted smile played on his lips. He stumbled over the threshold, the scent of booze and casino smoke wafting off him like a cloud of debauchery. Mitch, feeling the presence of a new player in the room, didn't miss a beat, his hips driving into Tyler's with a feral intensity. He pulled out of the boy and turned to face the newcomers, his cock glistening with lube and still hard as rock. Daniel approached with the grace of a predator, claiming Mitch's mouth in a bruising kiss. The taste of the meth lingered on their tongues, the familiar metallic taste that served to fuel the fire in their veins. James, the silent observer, took in the sight of his new friend’s son getting railed by a man twice his age and felt a strange mix of arousal and protectiveness. "Looks like you started without us," Daniel slurred, his words a warm caress that seemed to coil around them like a lover's embrace. He swayed slightly, his handsome face flushed from the combination of booze and excitement. “Us?” Mitch growled to Daniel. “Mind introducing us to your friend here Dan? James' Jersey accent cut through the air like a knife, "yo, I’m James” he looked at Mitch and answered. “Danny boy, you guys are some freaks fuckin’ your boy here but I gotta admit shit is hotter than fuck” he said. James walked and stood in front of Mitch face to face and whispered “nice fucking cock bro” before dropping to his knees and sticking Mitch’s thick throbbing cock down his throat. “Fuckkkkk” Mitch moaned as James deep throated his 9 inches. As James continued to suck his cock, Daniel slide behind him, wrapped his arms around him and whispered in his ear “James is one of the casino security guards. He followed me into the bathroom at the casino – it was a whole thing…hope you enjoy”. Mitch growl/moaned in response and began to fuck James’s face. Daniel made his way to the table to grab a pipe and torch. He walked past Mitch and James and as he lit the pipe and began to breathe in his first hit of the night he got in between his son and slide his cock inside his boy just as he let out his first cloud. Tyler whimpered as his dad slid inside him. James looked up from in between Mitch’s legs to watch as Daniel started to fuck his son. He thought this was the hottest scene he had ever been a part of. Daniel was exactly his type; clean cut and fit, masculine and well put together, a guy you know maxes out his yearly 401k contribution but at the same time has that gleam in his wild eyes that told James this man had an edge – and boy was he right as he watched Daniel slam his cock into his son. Daniel was really getting spun and starting to get loud with his boy. Slam “take” slam “daddy’s” slam “cock” Daniel moaned as he slid the entire length of his cock in and out of his high school aged son. James stood up next to Mitch, both men stroking their cocks as they watched the show. “That’s my boy, my fucking son take his daddy’s dick like a good boy. Fucking take this dick like a champ. Fuck son I’m so proud of you” Daniel told his son as he grabbed his hips and pounded into him. Tyler looked up at his dad and moaned “Dad you’re so deep! Fuck me dad, yeah fucking pound me dad, fuck, fuck your boy daddy”. Mitch grunted, walked over to the boys fucking and spit in his hand. With his cock slick with spit Mitch got behind Daniel, grabbed his hips and thrust inside him, the force slamming Daniel balls deep into his son. Father and son let out a similar guttural groan, both men being forced open by another’s thick hard cock. James, the tattooed Adonis from Jersey, leaned against a nearby chair, his tattooed hand working his 8-inch cock and taking his own hit from the pipe as he watched the three man fuck in front of him. His eyes, typically filled with a mischievous glint, were now smoldering with a lust that was as potent as the drugs coursing through their veins. He craved Daniel with an intensity that surprised even him, and as he stepped closer to the bed, he knew he had to own Daniel, he needed him, needed to feel his cock inside him. James reached out and claimed Daniel's mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. Daniel’s eyes widened, but instead of pulling away, he melted into the embrace, his body responding with an eagerness that spoke louder than words and he continued to take Mitch’s cock while deep inside his own son. James, unable to contain his desire any longer, stepped forward, his cock thick and demanding in his hand. He reached out, tracing a finger along Daniel's neck, feeling his pulse race with excitement, fueled by the high of the drugs. "You're so fucking hot," he murmured, his guido accent thick and sultry. Daniel's eyes snapped open, and for a moment, there was a flicker of surprise seeing the new addition to the group, but it was quickly eclipsed by a dark hunger he had felt all night. He met James's gaze, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable, as he mouthed to James “fuck me”. Without a word, James climbed onto the bed and pulled Daniel out of the threeway with Mitch and Tyler. Daniel felt his cock throb while James, with his muscular form looming over him, pinned Daniel down, his powerful thighs straddling him. Daniel's body responded, his cock throbbing in the tattooed man’s hands. Mitch, ever the opportunist, took advantage of the moment, moving in behind Tyler, his own desire a living, pulsing beast, the animal that the meth brought out of him. He pressed the tip of his cock against the boy's entrance, watching Daniel's reaction with a twisted smile. "You want to see how it's done?" he growled, the words a taunt and a promise, “want to see me teach your son how to take man’s cock”?. Tyler's eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he felt the pressure build and the familiar fire of Mitch’s cock began burn his hole and open him up once again. Meanwhile, James was in between Daniel’s legs pushing his tongue inside Daniel’s hole. "You're so fucking tight," James rasped, his voice a low growl of pleasure as he pushed into Daniel. The man's body arched, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing through him as the young guido from Jersey claimed him in a fierce display of dominance. Daniel's eyes rolled back, lost in the sensation of being fucked by James’s tongue. James stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed Daniel’s ankles so hard they would later bruise. He pulled Daniel down to meet his cock and slowly started to press his cockhead into Daniel’s tight ring. “I’ve wanted this hole all fucking night, you ready to take it all?” he asked. Daniel moaned, jerking his cock and opening his legs wider giving the tattooed young muscle jock full access to his hole. James presented a shard as if out of nowhere and withdrew his cock, replacing it with the meth. “Might sting for a minute” James warned as he took the shard and shoved it inside Daniel, all the way to his knuckle dragging his fingers roughly against Daniel’s prostate as he withdrew causing Daniel to jump and moan, his cock beginning to leak. Once again, he lined his thick cock up against Daniel’s hole, counted “one, two” and before he got to three, he had shoved his entire length inside Daniel, bending down to kiss him just as Daniel began to scream from the pummeling. “I can feel the tina on my cock” James moaned. “Fuckkk it feels so good. Your ass is mad tight man. Yo, Dan, look at me dude. Bro, you’re fucking taking it man! Dude usually guys tap out but you’re fucking taking it like a pro – you must be hungry for it huh bro? You must have been wanting this cock all night, huh?”. Daniel moaned in response and nodded his head. “No Dan, I need to hear it” James told him. Tell me you want my cock. Say it so your son can hear it.” “I want your cock dude. You are splitting me open bro, your cock is fucking killing me and I fucking love it. You own it bro!” Daniel yelled. James's strokes grew faster, harder, his hips slamming into Daniel's with a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundation of the hotel. "Take it," he grunted, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Daniel's hips. "Take every fucking inch." The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room. Daniel's cries grew louder, more desperate, as James's cock reached deeper within him, staking his claim. "So proud of you," James murmured, his voice tight with his own approaching climax as he gripped Daniel’s hips and drew his cock deeper. "Such a good boy, all spun out and taking my cock like a champ." The tension grew unbearable, the pressure building inside Daniel’s hole was too much. He could feel James's cock swelling, ready to fill him to the brim. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very air, James released his load, filling Daniel to the brim with his hot, thick seed. For a moment, all was still, the only sound the harsh panting of two men lost in the throes of passion and the whimpers from Tyler and Mitch rested his cock inside the boy. And then, with a sudden shift in power, Daniel flipped James over, his eyes wild and his own cock demanding attention. The tables had turned, and it was now James's turn to experience the full force of what it meant to be owned. “What are you doing bro? I told you earlier, I’m a top”, James said as he struggled to get up from the vulnerable position Daniel had him pinned in. With James on his stomach Daniel straddled him, his thick hard cock throbbing against James’s muscled back. Daniel grabbed the bag of meth and took out a shard, admiring how big it was and returning James’s prior warning “this might sting”. With intense force Daniel rammed the shard inside the muscle guido’s ass. “Shittt bro take that out!” he screamed. Daniel withdrew his fingers and pressed his cock against the man’s muscle boy. He bent down and with his cock throbbing against James’s puckered hole and kissed James’s neck, kissing all around his neck tattoo, his tongue making his way to his ear, down his back and into the man’s hole. James began to squirm and grunt, Daniel noticing the Jersey boy’s hands were gripping the bed sheets and that his grunts had become soft moans. Daniel got up and returned his cock to the man’s muscle hole and with his hands steady on James’s back holding him in place Daniel sunk his cock inside the man. A deep guttural grown escaped James’s lips as he asked himself why he was allowing this man – this yuppie boy with his giant cock – to own him like this. “Bro, serious, stop. Take it out” he moaned at Daniel. “I can’t man, you feel too fucking good and I’m already so deep. Don’t you want to feel it all bro? Don’t you think you’re man enough to take it?” he responded as he continued deeper into him. James moaned and felt his own cock harden once again, quickly realizing that although he could easily throw Daniel off him at this moment, he was helpless. Daniel was in charge, his cock had owned him the second in touch his hole, the moment it popped inside him he was forever Daniel’s property. Daniel whispered sweet nothings in James's ear as he slid into him. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious agony that made James’s toes curl and his back arch. The last thing James remembered was turning to face Daniel and asking him to “fuck him harder”. The next half hour was a blur of pain and pleasure with Daniel repeatedly hitting the spot in James that made his own cock leak. Daniel pounded James so hard he was sure he was about to pass out – and truthfully, he probably was until he heard down growl “look son, watch your dad breed this boy’s hole – fuckkkk dude I’m about to fill you up man – you ready for it bro? fuckkk dude!! here is comes!” and erupted inside the man. The sight of Daniel breeding James was intense. Mitch was glued to the scene, his powerful strokes inside Tyler grew more intense, his breath hot and ragged against the boy’s neck. Each pump was a declaration of ownership, a claiming of the innocent flesh that quivered beneath him. Tyler's legs, trembling and spread wide, offered no resistance, only a silent plea for more. His hands gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding on as Mitch took out years of pent-up aggression and lust on the young boy’s hole driving the boy to his own orgasm. As the boy began to shoot his hole pulled Mitch in deeper, bringing the ex-con to knees and bringing him wild pleasure he knew was soon to make him cum. With a roar, Mitch came, filling Tyler with his hot seed. The boy's body convulsed, his own orgasm ripping through him like a lightning bolt, his eyes squeezed shut as he screamed his release. The four men, their hearts racing and their bodies spent, collapsed into a tangled heap on the bed the only the sound their labored breathing, laying in the sticky mess of their spent meth fueled desires, and the pounding bass of the music from the city below.

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Part III Daniel could not wait to get home and relax and see Mitch. He had been out of town for the past week on business and although Mitch had only been living with him for a few months now their bond was stronger than ever and their relationship was progressing smoothly. Daniel opened the door to his apartment and immediately sensed something off - the apartment, usually a bastion of order and routine, now held an unexpected allure—a tantalizing mystery that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his racing heart. He threw his luggage aside, tossed his keys onto the hallway table, and walked into the living room, the shadows playing tricks with his weary eyes. Mitch's mischievous grin was the first thing Daniel saw as he emerged from the hallway, a glint of something sinister yet irresistibly tempting in his gaze. "Welcome home," he growled in that deep southern twang that sent chills down Daniel’s spine. "I've got a surprise for you." The room itself had been transformed into a den of depravity, the furniture pushed aside to make way for a gleaming contraption that hung from the ceiling—a sex sling, a tangible manifestation of Daniel's darkest fantasies. His cock twitched in his tailored chinos at the sight of it and for a second, he couldn’t breathe – lost in images of what fun the sling was sure to bring. Mitch led him to the makeshift altar of pleasure, a smorgasbord of drugs laid out before the sling like an offering to a carnivorous god—mounds of meth, crystal shards, gleaming glass pipes, and neat lines of Tina waiting to be inhaled, a promise of euphoria that would push them into uncharted territories of passion. As Daniel's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with excitement, he took in the sight of the gleaming steel hooks attached to thick leather straps, the sling's embrace beckoning him to surrender to the delicious vulnerability it offered. His breath grew ragged, his heart hammering in his chest as the reality of his wildest dreams became palpable. With a gentle but firm hand, Mitch began to strip Daniel, his aggressive pulling ripping Daniel’s underwear as he tore them off his body. Each button and zipper were a step closer to the pleasure that awaited him, the anticipation building like a crescendo of lust. The two men stood staring at each other, naked, soaking in each other’s bodies once again. Mitch grabbed Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, whispering in his ear the things he planned to do to him that night. Mitch grabbed a bag of Tina and poured a line across his hand and held it under Daniel’s nose. “Snort this, now”, he demanded. Daniel happily inhaled the powder; the sting of the drug was a familiar and welcome friend. Mitch picked up a pipe and handed it to Daniel. “Hit this, now”, he demanded again. The smoke filled Daniel’s lungs and he his heart begin to race, his senses peak, his cock throb. Mitch smiled at Daniel and growled “that’s my fucking boy, get nice and spun for me - real fucking fucked up. I love how this shit makes you ache for my cock”. Mitch wrapped Daniel in his arms and laughed “hope you’re ready bubba” as he picked Daniel up and began to place him in the sling. The cold metal of the sling's hooks brushed against Daniel's warm flesh as he was secured in place, his legs spread wide, his arms above his head, exposing him completely. The leather was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the steel beneath it, a sensual embrace that hinted at the depravity to come. Once secured in the sling Mitch pulled out a needle and with a wicked look in his eye he told Daniel to stretch out his arm. As soon as the drug hit his vein he was flying, a charge led by the searing fire that ignited his veins and sent a rush of euphoria straight to his cock. The world grew sharper, more vivid, as his senses were amplified to a near-painful degree. He watched in a haze as Mitch prepared another slam, the crystals dancing in the candlelight like a thousand diamonds, promising a high that would take them both to the brink of oblivion. Daniel felt the world drop away as the drug surged through him. His body was alive with sensation, his nerves alight with a hunger that demanded to be fed. Mitch's touch was electric as he began to prepare Daniel's ass, the lube cold against his skin, a stark reminder of the heat that would soon follow. His fingers danced and probed, opening him up with a tenderness that belied the raw need that was building between them. The sound of a zipper echoed through the room, and Daniel felt the warmth of Mitch's cock press against his entrance, a silent demand that he could not resist. He moaned softly, the sound lost in the haze of his drug-induced euphoria as the head of Mitch's cock breached his tight ring. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that seemed to consume him as inch by inch, Mitch filled him up. Daniel's body stretched and yielded to the intrusion, the leather of the sling biting into his skin as he was impaled on his Mitch’s cock. The room spun, a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, as the meth wove its magic through his bloodstream, heightening every touch, every sensation. He could feel the veins in Mitch's cock, the throbbing thump of his cock, the velvety heat of his shaft as it claimed him completely. Mitch began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through Daniel's body, each stroke a declaration of ownership. The leather straps creaked softly with each thrust and reminded Daniel that he had never been this fully open before, no man had ever been so deep inside him. He felt his ass muscles clench around the thick intrusion, trying to pull more of Mitch into him, to hold him there forever in that perfect moment of union. The cold steel of the hooks dug into his skin, a sharp reminder of his vulnerability, of his utter surrender to Mitch. And as the pleasure grew, so did the pain, a delicious crescendo that made him beg for more, even as his mind screamed for it to stop. The meth sang in his veins, a siren's song of pure, unbridled lust, urging him to abandon all thought, all reason, to let the wave of sensation crash over him and consume him whole. Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and the air was pierced by a scream that shattered the erotic trance that had gripped them both. Through the fog of his high, Daniel saw Tyler, his 18 year old son, the product of a one night stand with an old friend. Daniel looked at his son, his eyes wide with shock and horror, stumbling backward as he took in the scene before him. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them frozen in a tableau of depravity and desire. Mitch's thrusts faltered, his eyes snapping to the boy's face, a mix of fear and excitement in his gaze. "Tyler," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're not supposed to be here until the weekend.” “Mom wanted me and my dad to go over my college admission essays, they are almost due. Dad, she said she told Catherine”. Daniel closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck!” he screamed silently in his head. He had missed a call from his assistant Catherine earlier in the day and put off listening to the voicemail she left – what an incredible fuck up. But noticeably, Tyler didn't run. He didn't look away. Instead, his eyes grew dark, his cheeks flushed with a hunger that mirrored the one that consumed the two men before him. "Dad," he whispered, his voice cracking with need. "I want to stay”. The room grew tense, the air thick with the unspoken words that hung between them. Daniel felt a thrill of terror mingled with arousal, his cock pulsing with the forbidden desire that now had a name and a face—his own son. He watched as Tyler took a shaky step forward, his eyes never leaving the cock that was still buried deep inside him. "I want to fuck," Tyler murmured, his eyes glazed with need. "I want to feel what you're feeling." Mitch's grip tightened on the sling's straps, his cock still buried to the hilt in Daniel's ass. The mixture of the drugs and hearing Daniel’s high school aged son ask to stay and fuck had turned him on more than he thought possible. He looked down at Daniel, drenched in sweat and grabbed his still rock-hard cock and began to slowly stroke it. “What do you think, Dan?” he asked him while continuing to slowly work Dan’s cock. "Are you sure?" Daniel asked his son. "Once you start, you can't go back." Tyler nodded, his eyes never leaving the drugs laid out before him. "I'm sure," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I want to be a part of this." The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement that sent a shiver down Daniel's spine. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back. They would share their darkest desires with the one person they never thought would join them. The one person they never wanted to see them this way. Mitch cleared his throat and growled at the boy “okay big man, if you’re going to hang with the boys tonight you are going to need to pick up that pipe and that torch and take a big fucking hit. I want to see some fucking major clouds when you’re done, you understand Tyler?” With trembling hands, Tyler took a pipe, the crystals glinting in the candlelight like the eyes of a predator. He brought it to his lips, and with a deep inhale, the meth filled his lungs, the fire burning through him as he took his first taste of the forbidden fruit. His eyes rolled back, his body tensing as the drug claimed him, as he became one with the very essence of his father's desires. And as Tyler's body grew lax, a soft whimper escaping his lips, Daniel felt a surge of something primal, something terrifying, something that made him want to claim his son in the same way that he had been claimed. The meth sang in his veins, the music of madness, urging him to act on his darkest impulses. Mitch, ever the master of ceremonies, took Tyler's hand and led him closer, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, words that painted a picture of pleasure so intense, so all-consuming, that the boy could not resist. He guided Tyler to the sling, his cock still buried in Daniel's ass, and began to unbuckle the straps that held him. As Daniel slid out of the sling, his legs wobbly from the assault on his senses, he watched as his son took his place, his eyes wide and glassy, his cock already half-hard with anticipation. The leather cradled Tyler's slender body, the steel hooks biting into his skin just as they had Daniel's moments before, and a thrill of excitement shot through him at the thought of what was to come. Mitch was a maestro, orchestrating their depraved symphony with a finesse that left Daniel's head spinning. “Undress” he demanded of Daniel’s young boy. Mitch soaked in the hot scene, watching and father and son locked eyes and both took in each other’s full manhood. Mitch took Tyler's cock in his hand, stroking it gently until it stood tall and proud, the same way he had done to him countless times before. The boy's eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips, and Daniel felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor. “Your boy has a great cock Dan, thick and hard just like his dad. Here, come feel.” With a wicked smirk, Mitch leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, the taste of meth mingling with their saliva, a silent promise of what was to come. Daniel watched, transfixed, as the two men shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust, and he could control himself no longer. Daniel reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around his son’s thick, throbbing cock. “Ohhh fuck, daddddd” he heard his son moan. Mitch stepped up behind Tyler, his hand sliding down the boy’s chest, tweaking a nipple before continuing its descent. “You want to know what it’s like in the sling?” he murmured into Tyler’s ear. “You want to feel me inside you? You want to feel my cock throb inside you and breed you, breed you like I’ve bred your dad a hundred times?” Tyler nodded frantically, his eyes glazed over with lust. Daniel watched, his own arousal building, as Mitch secured Tyler into the sling and Daniel continued to play with his high school son’s cock. The boy’s legs were spread wide, his cock already hard and leaking precum, his ass wiggling in anticipation. Mitch gave the boy’s ass a playful slap and turned to Daniel to offer a sly wink as he dropped to his knees and spread Tyler’s cheeks. Tyler moaned as Mitch let his hot breath creep up his virgin hole. Mitch wasted no time, diving his tongue deep, bringing Tyler pleasure he did not think existed. Mitch was darting his tongue in and out the virgin hole, pressing his thumb against Tyler’s virgin ring and making Tyler writhe in the sling with ecstasy. As the drug took hold, Tyler’s pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed, and he let out a sigh of pure bliss. “Oh god, it’s amazing. It’s like nothing else matters, just this... this feeling.” Mitch picked up Daniel’s ripped underwear and stood back up, leaned in and kissed Tyler, a deep, possessive kiss that claimed him as theirs. Then, with a wicked smile, shoved his father’s sweaty torn underwear in Tyler’s mouth. Tyler look up wide eyed and confused. “You’re going to need to bite down on something. Figured you might want to smell your dad while we are popping this cherry.” Mitch then grabbed a few shards and some lube. “Tyler, this is going to sting” he casually told the boy and he shoved his thick lubed up fingers and a few shards of meth inside the boy. As soon as Tyler felt the intrusion the men watched as the boy’s eyes grew wide, his knuckles turned white as they gripped the sling and he let out a soul crushed howl of agony that made both men’s cocks twitch. Mitch turned to Daniel. “Why don’t you show him how it’s done, bubba?” With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Daniel took the pipe and inhaled deeply, letting the meth flood his system and sharpen his senses. He stepped closer to Tyler, his own cock now painfully hard. Daniel took in the sight of his boy, strapped into the sling, helpless and with a look of terror and lust glued to his face. He watched as his son’s stomach and chest rose with each breath. He felt his son’s cock throb in anticipation. His beautiful boy, spun and ready to be used. He looked into his son’s eyes, seeing the trust and yearning there, and knew that this was a line they could never uncross. “Ty, dad is going to fuck you now. I know this probably sounds impossible but try to relax, okay buddy? You can clench your hole shut as tight as you want but we are both getting in there tonight and it will feel better if you try and relax it. You can scream into my underwear as loud as you need to, okay Ty? I love you son”. He positioned himself at Tyler’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging against the tight, unblemished skin. The boy was almost a man, still delicate in many ways but with enough rough edges and meat on his bones that Daniel felt confident his boy could take what was about to happen to him. Daniel took one last moment to savor the sight of his virgin son, bound and willing, the leather straps cutting into his pale flesh as he squirmed in anticipation. He felt a strange sense of pride, a primal urge to claim Tyler in the most intimate way possible. Daniel shoved a bottle of poppers under his son’s nose and told him to breath it in. As the poppers hit the boy Daniel pushed in, feeling the resistance of his son’s tight hole but demanding entry anyway. Daniel’s cock breached Tyler’s virgin hole, the tightness gripping him like a vise. Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head, a silent scream of pleasure muffled by underwear Mitch had stuffed in his mouth. “Ty, buddy, open your eyes son and look at me. There you go. I’m inside you buddy. Your dad is inside you, and son, you feel amazing – fucking amazing”. Tyler’s eyes shut tight once again and Daniel noticed tears had started to roll down his cheeks. Daniel took his time opening the boy up, slowly creeping and sliding inside his son until he was balls deep, all 8.5 inches. “Fuckkkkkkkk son” Daniel moaned. “That’s it Ty, you took all of me. You have all your dad’s cock inside you now. I’m going to stand here inside you for a minute and let you adjust, and Mitch is going to give you something that is going to open you up even more, it’s going to make you want my cock more than you’ve ever wanted anything before. That sound good buddy?” Tyler opened his bloodshot eyes and looked up at his dad and noticed how his father was beaming with pride in his boy. Tyler nodded his head “yes dad, that sounds good – whatever it is, Mitch, I’m ready” Tyler groaned. Mitch approached Tyler with a needle and Daniel noticed his son looked very uncomfortable with this development. To distract him Daniel began to slowly slide out of his son’s tight 18-year-old hole and slide back in. As Daniel began to slowly and gently fuck his boy Mitch administered the slam so swiftly and deftly the boy didn’t even notice what was happening until the drugs hit him like a freight train. “Ohhhh fuckkkk” the boy moaned as he felt a rush of pure ecstasy course through his entire body. Daniel gripped his son’s cock and started to stroke him in rhythm with his pumps inside him, slowly opening the boy up, getting him ready. “Ty, open your eyes baby and look at dad. There you go, that’s my boy. I wanted to see the look in your eye when I started to give you the fuck you deserve” and with that Tyler felt his father’s cock fully withdraw from his hole and immediately slam back in. His father began to ruthlessly fuck the boy, eliciting screams from Tyler that were unworldly. The boy’s body arched, his toes curling, as the pain gave way to a blinding ecstasy. Daniel watched in fascination as Tyler’s ass stretched around his shaft, the muscles clenching and releasing in a silent dance of surrender. The sling squealed in protest with every thrust, the sound a symphony of depravity in the otherwise silent apartment. Tyler’s moans grew louder, his body writhing in the leather embrace. Daniel could feel his own orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke. His eyes never left Tyler’s, the connection between them growing stronger, more intimate with each passing second. “Hey Ty? How’s my cock feel now buddy? Your cock is leaking a lot of precum, looks like it might be feeling pretty good huh?” Unable to form full sentences Tyler responded to his dad with a deep guttural moan. “Ughhhhh daddd daddy dadddddyyyy ughhh ughhh fuck dadddyyy” Mitch stepped back, watching the scene unfold with a predatory gaze. He stroked his own cock, the meth-induced desire making it throb with an intensity that was almost painful. He leaned in, whispering in Tyler’s ear. “You’re so beautiful, so tight. Your daddy’s going to fill you up so good, and then I’m going to take my turn. You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?” The words sent a jolt through Tyler, his body responding with a fresh wave of pleasure. He nodded vigorously, his eyes begging for more. Daniel felt his own climax approaching, the room spinning around him in a kaleidoscope of lust and love. “Hey Ty? Where do you want my load son? I’m getting close. Where do you want dad to blow his load?” Tyler looked up pleading at his father and begged him “please daddy, please cum inside me!! Please dad! Please give your son your load” Pumping in and out of his son with increased ferocious vigor Daniel responded “You got it big guy!” With a roar, Daniel emptied himself into Tyler, the force of his orgasm making the sling swing slightly. “Fuckkkk I’m cumming son! I’m filling you up with my load. Fucking take it Tyler, take all your dad’s cum!!!” The boy’s body trembled with the intensity, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Daniel leaned down, kissing Tyler’s flushed cheek, tasting the salt of his skin. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and he slid his cock out of his son. Mitch stepped in, his own cock bobbing with eagerness. He gently coaxed Tyler’s mouth open, sliding his cock between the boy’s lips. Tyler took to it like a natural, his tongue swirling around the head as he sucked eagerly. Daniel watched, his spent cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Mitch claimed Tyler’s mouth. The sound of a lube bottle being opened was like the crack of a whip in the quiet, the snap of reality breaking the spell. Mitch's fingers were gentle as they explored Tyler's tight little hole, preparing him for the monstrous cock that would soon fill him, stretch him, breed him. Tyler's body tensed, his muscles tightening around the intrusion, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, his body begging for more even as his mind rebelled. Mitch's cock was slick with lubricant as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against Tyler's entrance. Daniel watched, his own cock in hand, stroking himself to the rhythm of their shared desire. The sight of his son's virgin ass about to be violated by the man he loved was almost too much to bear, a mix of love, lust, and fear that coiled in his gut like a serpent as he knew Mitch’s power and understood what his son was about to endure. As the head of Mitch's cock breached Tyler's tight ring, the boy let out a keening wail that seemed to resonate in the very walls of the apartment. Daniel's hand moved faster, his own arousal building as he watched the look of pain and pleasure dance across Tyler's face. The leather straps creaked and groaned with each powerful thrust, a metronome keeping time with their shared descent into madness. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of agony that made Tyler's toes curl and his eyes water. He could feel himself opening up again, his body being rewritten by the relentless pressure of the cock that claimed him, that filled him, that owned him. And with each thrust, the pain grew, a crescendo that built and built until it was all that he was, all that he knew. He wailed and cried and begged Mitch to take it out, to slow down, to spare him. The meth made everything so much more intense, the pain a sharp, beautiful thing that danced along the edges of his consciousness, a reminder that he was alive, that he was here, that he was theirs. After the initial shock of the assault he felt his body begin to betray him, his ass muscles clenching around the thick shaft, his prostate singing with each hit, his cock throbbing with the need to cum, just like it had been with this dad moments earlier. “Yeah boy, learn to love this cock because I’m gonna fuck my load in you whenever and wherever I want from this moment on. Tyler the second you walked through that door your life changed and now you exist to take this cock. Do you understand??” Tyler nodded his head yes in response, a deep moan all he was able to offer. “Good boy, now I’m about to fill you up just like your dad did. Our little fucking cumslut” Mitch's rhythm grew more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he approached climax. Daniel could see the sweat glistening on Mitch’s skin, the veins standing out in stark relief as he gave himself over to the primal need that had taken hold of them all. And as he watched, he knew that this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their twisted love story. The leather straps of the sling grew slick with Tyler's sweat and the pre-cum that leaked from his desperate cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin a steady beat that matched the thud of Daniel's own heart. He reached out, his hand trembling as he touched Tyler's cheek, the softness of his skin a stark contrast to the harshness of the scene playing out before him. "Please," Tyler begged, his voice high and tight with pain and pleasure. “Please breed me Mitch, please give me your load!” Mitch leaned in, his teeth sinking into Tyler's neck as he claimed his prize, his hips slamming into the boy's ass with a force that made the sling swing wildly. Daniel watched, his own orgasm building, as his lover's cock pumped in and out of his son's tight, virgin hole, a dance of possession that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very fabric of the universe, Mitch came, his hot seed filling Tyler's ass as he claimed him, marked him, made him theirs. Tyler screamed, his body convulsing with the force of the orgasm that tore through him, a silent plea for mercy that went unheard in the face of their insatiable hunger. The meth made the sensation of being filled, being claimed, so much more intense. Tyler could feel every throb, every pulse, as if each drop of cum was a brand seared into his very soul. His body was alive with sensation, a canvas painted with the colors of pain and pleasure, a masterpiece of depravity. As the haze of the high began to recede, leaving only the aftermath of their sordid union, Daniel felt a twinge of something akin to regret. But it was quickly drowned out by the insatiable hunger that still gnawed at him, the need to claim his son again soon in the same way that he had been claimed. The three of them lay there, panting and exhausted, their bodies entangled in a mess of leather and lust. The room was silent but for the sound of their heavy breaths, the candles flickering shadows playing across their sweat-drenched skin. Daniel looked down at his son, whose eyes were glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure, a look he never thought he'd see directed at him. He held his son’s head in his hands, kissed him deeply and told him how proud of him he was. The loving embrace of father and son was interrupted by Mitch, the man announcing to the room “I have a fun idea”.

Thank you guys! Sorry for the grammatical errors, I didn't really edit it and this was my first swing at this. I am working on part three now, stay tuned and I really hope you enjoy it! 🍆🍆😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Part 2 Mitch tried to relax and enjoy the first post-prison shower he had had in the past five years but struggled to shake the sight of the obvious tent in Daniel’s pants. Both guys had always dated women and although Mitch had fooled around with a couple guys in the pen, he considered himself straight and figured Daniel was too. So why was Daniel so fucking hard? It wasn’t long before Mitch realized thinking about Daniel’s boner was starting to give him one. He quickly turned the shower off, threw on the new clothes Daniel had bought for him and steeled himself to not think about Daniel’s cock anymore that night. “I’m going to go out there and hang with my BUDDY and maybe he will have arranged some pussy for me and that is what is happening”, he told himself and he left his room and went to find his friend. Mitch found Daniel laying on the couch, zoned out while scrolling on his phone and as he entered the room he cleared his throat to signal he was there. Without moving a muscle Daniel looked at up at his buddy and Mitch noticed the most devilish grin began to form across Daniel’s face. “Well goddamn bubba, you still clean up pretty fucking well, don’t you? Come here and make yourself comfortable and stop walking around like this isn’t also your place now. You’re nervous as hell in here and it’s killing the vibe dude”. Mitch was a little surprised at how frank Daniel was but once again found himself clearing his throat -a nervous tick of his since childhood – before responding “yeah, sorry man, this is just all a lot. Seeing you, being out, this fucking insane penthouse I’m in, dude even these clothes you got me – bro, it’s just a lot all at once”. Daniel nodded his head, clearly debating something in his head but as he rose from the couch it was clear whatever the debate was had been settled. “Mitch, I can only imagine. And so, you know what? We are about to get really fucking high. I am going to get you higher than you have ever fucking been. And we are going to have an incredible night, and all that other shit isn’t going to matter. Be right back, going to grab the favors”, Daniel said as he walked to his room. Mitch smiled thinking it was kind of cute how innocent his friend was. Laughing, Mitch yelled so Daniel could hear him “You call weed favors bro? Back in my party days you know that’s what we called meth, right?” Daniel turned the corner with a bubbler in one hand and torch in the other and as he approached his friend, he blew the biggest thickest cloud Mitch had ever seen. “Yeah, I’m familiar” he told Mitch as he got close and extended the bubbler and torch towards him. “Your turn bubba, time to cut loose”. Mitch stood frozen, blinking at his friend. After Mitch dropped out of college, he got heavy in the partying scene but hadn’t smoked in years and if someone had told him Daniel partied, that Daniel got spun, Mitch would have pissed himself laughing. “No fucking way you smoke this shit Dan. You know why I stopped partying and blowing clouds? No? Well, let me tell you, dude. Bro, I stopped because this shit turns me into a different guy. It turns me into an animal”. Daniel laughed and made a “grrrr” animal noise, but Mitch stopped him. “Bro, I’m serious. I become a fucking animal. You been partying for a while? Well then you must know what tina dick is….well, that’s not something I ever had to deal with. For me it is the opposite. I hit the shit and I’m hard as a fucking rock instantly. That shit is like smoking Viagra for me. And dude I get so horny that I have to fuck. Don’t get it twisted and hear me wrong Dan – don’t think I’m saying, ‘I want to fuck’. No bro. I have to.” Daniel rolled his eyes and shoved the bubbler into Mitch’s hands. “Cool bro. Hit this shit and stop being such a little girl, goddamn”. Mitch smiled at his friend thinking that the shit made him a bit of an animal as well. Mitch shrugged his shoulders and under his breathe mumbled “fuck it, let’s see what happens” and then heard the familiar click of the torch. As soon as he heard the click, he felt the tina. He hadn’t even hit the fucking thing yet but could already feel it. As Mitch took his first hit and felt the smoke enter his lungs, he felt alive again. He could feel his heart racing and his mind began to slow down. And his cock. Fuck, his cock was already getting hard. And he didn’t care. It felt too good to give a fuck. The boys passed the pipe back and forth, each getting hit getting them both high and higher, each puff more spun. Daniel and Mitch sat in the dimly lit room, the only sound being the stupid reality TV show on in the background. Daniel had always been meticulous about his appearance, but tonight, his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair slightly tousled—signs of a long day and an even longer night ahead. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were now glazed over, reflecting the crystalline substance they’d just ingested. Mitch, on the other hand, looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His muscular frame was tense, his jaw clenched as he rolled another tiny rock of meth between his fingers. The dim light caught the outline of his chiseled face, casting shadows that made his usual gentle giant appearance look a bit dangerous, a bit menacing. He glanced over at Daniel, noticing the way his friend’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for a small vial, he pulled from one of the coffee table drawers. “You ever hit poppers?”, Daniel asked his friend as he took off the vial’s cap, stuck the vial under his nose and took in one hell of a hit. “You good, man?” Mitch asked, his voice a low growl, almost predatory. Daniel nodded, though the movement was slow, heavy with the weight of the drugs coursing through his veins. “Yeah, man. Just… give me a minute, alright?” Mitch smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” The poppers hit Daniel hard, sending a dizzying wave through his body. He breathed deep, feeling the rush, the warmth spreading through his chest. It was enough to make him forget the tension between them, the unspoken words hanging in the air like smoke. Mitch watched him, his eyes dark and hungry. He stood abruptly, towering over Daniel, who was still trying to catch his breath. Without a word, Mitch grabbed the front of Daniel’s shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. “What the fuck, Mitch?” Daniel spat, trying to shake off the disoriented feeling. But Mitch’s grip was iron, holding him in place. “You know what I want, Daniel,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with anticipation. “And I know you want it too. Admit it.” Daniel’s heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline mixing with the meth, making his head swim. He tried to pull away, but Mitch’s strength was overwhelming, his muscles rippling under his skin as he held Daniel firmly against him. “I… I don’t…” Daniel stammered, but the words died in his throat as Mitch’s lips crashed down on his own. The kiss was rough, bruising, and Daniel could feel himself swaying on his feet, the drug-induced haze clouding his judgment. Mitch pulled back, breathing heavily, his eyes locked onto Daniel’s. “I warned you dude. I have to fuck. I told you this would happen. And I know you do want it, don’t lie to yourself.” Before Daniel could respond, Mitch slammed him back into the wall, pinning him there with his body. The impact rattled Daniel’s bones, and he winced, the pain sharp and startling. Mitch was so much bigger, so much stronger, and Daniel found himself at a loss for how to escape this situation. “Let go of me,” Daniel demanded, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to stay calm. Mitch chuckled, a dark, menacing sound. “Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. “Not until you beg for it.” With that, Mitch’s hand slid down to the waistband of Daniel’s jeans, pulling them open with swift efficiency. Daniel gasped, his mind racing, trying to think of a way out, but the meth and the poppers were working against him, slowing his thoughts, dulling his senses. “Mitch, please…” Daniel pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. But Mitch wasn’t listening. In one fluid motion, Mitch shoved Daniel’s pants and underwear down to his knees, exposing him completely. Daniel shivered, mortified by the vulnerability, but Mitch’s grip stayed firm, keeping him in place. Somehow during the commotion Mitch had managed to lose his pants and when Daniel saw Mitch’s cock for the first time he was stunned. It was huge and it was hard as a fucking rock. “Look at you,” Mitch murmured, his voice dripping with lust. “So fucking perfect”, he growled while slowly stroking what Daniel imagined had to be at least 8.5 inches of cock with one of the biggest, fattest cockheads he had ever seen. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock pressing against his thigh, thick and hard, and the sight of it made his stomach twist in knots. He knew what was coming, and part of him wanted to scream, to fight back, but the drugs and the poppers had him spinning, leaving him weak and helpless. “Mitch, no… I can’t…” Daniel’s protest was half-hearted, his body betraying him as his cock twitched, responding to the dominant presence of the man holding him captive. “You will take it, every goddamn inch,” Mitch said, his voice a low, guttural command. “And you’ll learn to enjoy it”, he growled as he wrapped his hand around Daniel’s quickly hardening cock and gave it a squeeze. “Well fuck bubba, looks like you’re already enjoying it” he taunted, and then smacked Daniel’s ass so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. With that, Mitch grabbed the bottle of poppers with one hand while keeping Daniel pinned against the wall with the other. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this dude. This is going to fucking hurt at first. You’re going to feel like I am literally splitting you in half bro. And I’m not going to be gentle. So here, you’re going to need these” he said as he handed Daniel the vial. “Please, don’t…” Daniel whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against Mitch’s hold. But it was no use. “Relax,” Mitch ordered, his voice calming, almost soothing. “Let me in” he said as he wrapped his muscled-up arms around Daniel and brought the tip of his cockhead up against Daniel’s hole. “Fuck Dan, so warm, so tight. Open up for me man. Make this easier on yourself and try and open that hole for me bro”. Daniel could feel Mitch’s cock head throbbing against his hole and with each throb Daniel felt shivers throughout his body. Daniel shook his head, panic rising in his chest. “No, Mitch, it’s too big…” But Mitch wasn’t listening. He had found Daniel’s lube and was greasing up his cock while keeping Daniel pinned against his will. Daniel felt Mitch’s hot breathe on his neck as Mitch whispered in his ear “You know I love you bro. And I’m going to prove it. Usually when I’m this fucking twisted and spun, I’d just shove my meat inside the closest hole. No prep work, nothing for the hole. But for you man, well, here” he whispered as he shoved two lube covered fingers inside his friend, a swift action that was met with a scream of desperation from Daniel. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkk goddamn bro fuckkkkk that hurts! Fuck Mitch get your giant fucking fingers out of me that hurts like hell” Daniel screamed. With the palm of his hand Mitch shoved Daniel’s face against the wall and held it in place while he reached for the bag of crystals. Mitch opened the back to take out a shard and coated it in lube. Daniel watched from the corner of his eye as Mitch readied the crystal for his tight hole. “Here bro, this will help. It will burn like a mother fucker at first, but it will help. And bro, honestly, watching your struggle like this and scream like I’m killing you is so hot it’s making me leak. So, keep it up, you know well as I do nobody can hear you in the huge fucking apartment. Scream bro. Cry like a little bitch. Make this even hotter for me” Mitch said as he spread Daniel’s cheeks and began to rub some more lube on his friend’s hole. Knowing what was coming, Daniel quickly unscrewed the poppers and took the biggest hit he had ever taken. And just as the poppers began to hit, Mitch entered his friend once again, his two fingers slamming the shard of tina deep inside Daniel. Once again, the halls of Daniel’s apartment were filled with his desperate screams. “Told you hearing you yell like that was just getting me off more bro. Wasn’t lying dude” and with a swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside, forcing his cock for the first time into Daniel’s unwilling hole. Daniel screamed, the pain searing through him, white-hot and unbearable. Tears welled in his eyes as he writhed, trying to escape the relentless invasion. “Shh,” Mitch whispered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and concern. “Take it. You can take it.” Daniel sobbed, beating his fist against the wall, his body tense with the effort to endure the brutal stretching. But the drugs were doing their work, and slowly, his body began to yield, the incredible pressure easing just a fraction. “That’s it,” Mitch encouraged, sensing the change. “You’re taking it so well.” Daniel felt something strange happening inside him, a shift in his perception. The pain was still there, but it was becoming… tolerable somehow. And beneath the agony, something else stirred, something he didn’t want to acknowledge but knew was pleasure. “Fuck…” Daniel moaned, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Oh God…” Mitch’s grip tightened, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper into Daniel. The sensation was overwhelming, and Daniel couldn’t help but arch his back, pushing himself further onto Mitch’s cock. “That’s my boy,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?” he asked as he reached around and grabbed Daniel’s cock, giving it the slow full strokes he knew would bring him the most pleasure. Daniel’s mind screamed in denial, but his body betrayed him. The poppers had done their job, opening him up, making him crave the intensity of Mitch’s thrusts. He could feel his cock hardening in Mitch’s hand, the drugs and the pain combining into a potent mix of arousal and pleasure. “Yes…” Daniel gasped, his voice trembling. “More… please…” Mitch’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Beg for it, Daniel. Beg for my cock.” Daniel’s pride warred with his need, but the drugs won out. “Please, Mitch… fuck me harder…”, Daniel begged, almost screaming. Mitch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Daniel’s hips, slamming into him with renewed vigor, each thrust hitting deeper, harder, until Daniel thought he might break. But he didn’t care. All he could think about was the raw, primal pleasure of being taken so thoroughly, almost split open so brutally by best friend. “You sure you want it harder?” Mitch taunted, his voice a twisted kind of affection.” He started to slow his strokes inside Daniel, barely moving he taunted “I thought I was too big. Thought you couldn’t take it bro?” “Please” Daniel whispered. “Please don’t stop. Please breed me. I need your load”. Mitch slammed inside him and almost pulled out before slamming in again, making Daniel moan and scream simultaneously. “We didn’t discuss you taking me load dude. You have to earn this nut, it don’t come cheap. You think you can take it bro? So far, you’ve had 50% of what I can do to do. I was holding back so I wouldn’t break you. But I think you want it. I think you want me to break you dude. Am I right Dan? You want to earn my load?” Yes!” Daniel cried out, his voice breaking. “Fuck me, Mitch! Breed me, rape my fucking hole!” Mitch grinned, his eyes dark and wild. “As you wish.” And with that, he plunged into Daniel with enough force to knock the wind out of him, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the halls of Daniel’s apartment. Mitch’s relentless assault on Daniel’s body left him breathless, his mind a hazy blur of pleasure and pain. The drugs coursed through his veins, heightening every sensation, every thrust, every groan that escaped his lips. He could feel the burn in his muscles, the stretch of his hole, but it was all overshadowed by the raw, primal need to be taken, to be dominated completely. “More…” Daniel gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he tilted his head back, exposing his throat to Mitch. “I need more…” Mitch’s eyes glinted with something dark and predatory. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the plastic bag filled with white crystals. Without hesitation, and while still deep inside Daniel, he dumped a line on Daniel’s shoulder, snorting it up greedily. Daniel watched in a mirror, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He needed it. He needed the high, the rush, the oblivion and pleasure that came with it. “Please…” Daniel whimpered, his face turning around to meet Mitch’s eye. “Give me a bump bro…” Mitch smirked, a cruel twist of his lips that sent a chill down Daniel’s spine. “Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he slowly slide in and out of his friend. “Beg for what you want, rich boy.” Daniel’s eyes fluttered closed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of his current circumstances. “Please, Mitch… I need it… I need you… I need your cock…your load, I don’t just want…I need it” Mitch’s grin widened, and he grabbed Daniel by the hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. “That’s right,” he purred. “You need me. You need this.” He shoved the remaining crystal into Daniel’s hand, watching as he scrambled to get it into his nose, snorting it up with a desperate intensity. The drug hit Daniel like a tidal wave, washing over him in a surge of euphoria. His vision blurred, his senses heightened, every touch, every sound, every taste becoming amplified tenfold. He felt Mitch’s hands on his hips again again, rough and commanding, and steeled himself for the assault he knew was coming. Mitch began to pump into Daniel, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, each time making Daniel moan with a pleasure never felt before. Mitch continued to destroy his friend’s hole for hours. Both men drenched in sweat Mitch pulled out of Daniel completely. Daniel had never felt so empty, he hated existing without Mitch inside of him. “Lay on your back,” Mitch ordered, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through Daniel’s entire being. Daniel complied without hesitation, laying on the couch and spreading his legs wide, giving Mitch access to his hole knowing it was about to destroyed. Mitch got on his knees and in between Daniel’s legs, his heavy, musky scent filling Daniel’s nostrils, making his stomach flutter with anticipation. He could feel Mitch’s presence looming over him, a predator ready to strike. “So eager,” Mitch mused, his fingers trailing down Daniel’s stomach, sending shivers up his back and finally grabbing Daniel’s rock-hard cock. Mitch began to stroke his friend and immediately Daniel’s cock started to leak precum. “You really do love this cock opening you, don’t you?” Daniel nodded, unable to find the words to answer. All he could think about was the cock that was about to fill him, the domination that was about to consume him. He needed it. He craved it. “Tell me. Tell me you love this cock. Tell me you want me to cum inside you. Beg me for it”, he taunted. Daniel quickly sat up meeting Mitch’s face, his big blue eyes wider than ever staring directly into Mitch’s. Both men sat staring into each other, searching, longing, the only sound their long ragged breathes and their wild beating hearts. Daniel kissed Mitch, grabbing him by the back of the head and bringing him close so that their lips would meet, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their hands grabbing, caressing, holding each other’s faces. Daniel pulled away from the kiss, his hands still forcefully holding Mitch’s head and staring into his eyes once again as Daniel told his best friend “I understand what you said earlier about needing, not just wanting. You taught me that tonight, bro, what it means to need not just want. I need your load. I need you to empty it inside of me, open me up, put it so deep inside of me it becomes a part of me. Right now, and for the rest of my life I exist to take your load. Nothing else matters. I am begging you dude, please give it to me.” Mitch didn’t waste any time. His eyes wilder than anyone had ever seen them, he pushed Daniel back down on his back and grabbed the bottle of poppers from the coffee table. Mitch took a hit and handed them to Daniel. “Don’t stop hitting these until I tell you”, he told him. Daniel nodded and began to hit them. “Don’t stop”,” he told Daniel. “More, more, keep flying bro”. When he saw Daniel’s eyes began to flutter, he knew he was ready. Taking the bottle out of Daniel’s hand he grabbed Daniel’s legs and drew him close and with his hard cock once again pressed up against Daniel’s hole he slowly entered. The moan that escaped Daniel’s lips was unlike anything either of them had ever heard. Daniel was flying, higher than he had ever been and with the intense hit from the poppers and Mitch once again forcing his tight hole open, he felt an ecstasy that felt almost unhuman. Daniel started to stroke his cock in tune with Mitch’s pumps until Mitch slapped his hand away telling him “I didn’t say you could touch your cock. If it gets stroked, I stroke it, and you take it, that’s the deal” which only turned Daniel on more eliciting another wild moan. Mitch spit in his hand and grabbed Daniel’s cock, stroking his friend while he pummeled his hole. Mitch looked down and admired his friend’s body, soaking in how sexy Daniel really was. Mitch looked at Daniel’s face, twisted in a pleasure pain combination that he knew his cock was giving him and he asked “Dan, who owns you, bro, who owns this fuck hole I’m about breed?”. Daniel met eyes with his assaulter and responded, “You bud, always and forever you!”. Mitch grinned, “that’s fucking right, now get ready to be loaded up dude” and with that Mitch started a hard fast wild assault on his hole that literally left Daniel breathless. His screams and his moans became continuous, and he too felt himself close to the edge, about the explode as Mitch continued to stroke his cock. “Here it comes bro, all this nut is about to be deep inside you dude, and you fucking earned it, took my like a fucking champ and made me so fucking proud” Mitch said as he released a deep guttural moan and began to pump his load deep inside Daniel. Wild eyed and still flying Daniel screamed “Fuckkkk dude I can feel your cock exploding inside me! What the fuck bro I can feel it filling me up! Oh my fucking God never stop”. With an eerily similar guttural moan, a noise that only the most intense pleasure can create, Daniel began to cum, shooting his load so hard it took every bit of energy he had left to not pass out. After both men had finished Mitch leaned down to kiss Daniel, holding his face in his hands while resting his forehead against Daniel’s. “Well, I’d say that was some welcome home, huh bud”, Daniel joked. Mitch grinned, kissed his friend again and laid down next to him on the couch, his arms wrapped around Daniel and holding him tight. He sighed and whispered into Daniel’s ear “I wonder what comes next”. Neither man said another word, the only sound their exhausted breath and hard beating hearts, both falling into the deepest most right sleep either had ever had, in each other’s arm where both felt they were meant to be.