Pigtoy

Is it wrong that I prefer the cum that's cold and slick on the booth floor? Scoop it up and shove it in my cunt?

If they're like me, they don't get hard because as a bottom slut your pleasure cums from guys being pleasured by your cunt. I rarely, if ever, get hard while guys are using my ass. I'm loving every second of having my ass used for the tops pleasure

Hmmm, not saying yes or no, but i THINK you might like an upcumming scene

Part 12 As the world went dark, I opened my eyes again and saw a bright room, very quiet. I felt no pain and thought I was dead. I heard footsteps and saw a shape walking toward me. My hopes faded quickly when I saw the demonic face again. This was not the one from the doctor’s office. This was the one from last night, the one who did this to me. The one who… “Hello again Joey. I’ve watched over you the last 24 hours and am very impressed.” I saw the hash marks on his chest, still at 99. The voice was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. I tried to scream, to yell, to hurl anger at him. But I found I sill could not speak. In fact, now I couldn’t even open my mouth. “Now is not a time for you to speak. It is a time for you to listen. I know you have been told about the Brotherhood and how you are being brought into it. Do you understand that part of it?” I nodded my head. “Say with your mind what you understand.” I looked at him, confused. I said in my head, hearing the words outside my head. “I am being made into a cumdump who will take any load. I’m being groomed to be a carrier of HIV. The seed of…” He nodded and smiled. “That’s a good amount of knowledge so quickly. I see that my two sons are teaching you well.” “Your two sons? Sir and Brother… the other Sir?” “Very good Joey, you are much brighter then I expected considering your lineage. You learn lessons rather quickly, including not using names of those above you. In as much the same way as they do not use my name nor I my Father’s name.” “My lineage? What do you mean?” He chuckled, “Too many questions, are you sure you’re ready to hear the answers?” “I, think so.” “If you only think you are, then you are not. When the questions you ask are answered, your whole existence will be changed. I will visit you again in four days time. I will visit you in your reality and at that time, you will receive your answers.” “Why not now?” A searing pain shot through me. “You are not ready my…Boy. Things will reveal themselves in their right times.” “Now, I will return you to your trials. I see a long and painful night ahead of you.” He walked toward me, lifted me gently by the chin. I looked into his eyes and lost myself as he leaned down and gently touched his lips to mine. The pleasure of his lips was all too short as I came back to my body, feeling an intense burning sensation. At first I thought it was the cock in my ass dumping another load. However, there was a new face above me, driving a dick deep in my ass. I was finally able to identify the burning as it was coming from my chest. I looked down and saw the man burning me with his cigar. “Well, there you are. I was beginning to think we had killed you. You’ve taken more than any boy we’ve used before. At least the ones who survived it.” I saw welts and burn marks, bruises and scrapes all down my body. I looked at the face of the man and saw at least a sense of humanity in him. I mouthed, “How long?” “How long have we been raping you?” I nodded. “We’re going into our 3rd hour. We’ve all been in you and all dumped in you at least once. I’m on fuck 3, but only working to load 2. For an unconscious bitch, you’ve stayed pretty tight.” I simply nodded my head. “Don’t worry about what you missed while passed out, it’s all being recorded. Every brutal rape, every toxic load dumped in you. The whipping, the burning, the ball punching. Its all there for us to remember you by.” I looked at him and just nodded. Only then did I feel something different under me. To be more exact, I felt nothing under me. I tried turning my head to look, but my arms blocked my view. The man using my cunt noticed my movement and said, “You were out of it when we changed the room up. Just a sec.” My cunt had a never before felt pain as, without removing his dick, the man spun me over, facing what had been the bed earlier. Now only a few feet below me was a floor mirror, allowing me to watch as my cunt was pulled apart as he slowly pulled his cock out to the head and then slamming back into me. I watched cum splatter on the mirror as it fell from my cunt. He spun me back around, again keeping his dick in me. I met his eyes again, pain searing through me. “Did you like that pussy-boy? Like seeing your cute little butthole stretch into a gaping cunt? Seeing a man turn you out like that? Did you?” I stared at him and shook my head weakly. Then almost imperceptibly, I felt my head nod. “What was that boy? Did you just say you liked seeing that?” I nodded again. He leaned down, still pounding my cunt savagely, and whispered quietly into my ear, “Tell me why you like seeing that.” Knowing he couldn’t hear a word I said, I mouthed, “I’m your cunt.” He moved his head away from mine, looking me straight in the eyes and said, “I know you’re my cunt,” before lowering his face to mine and putting his mouth to mine in a gentle kiss. “Damn you boy, damn you to hell.” He slammed into me one last brutal time, deep past my inner ring and blew a load in me. I knew he was cumming from his groans and the spasms of his cock, but this load, as only one other, left no burning as he pumped it deep in me. “Another death load for you little Joey.” He lightly kissed me again, pulled out slowly and looked down at me. “I always get you bitches to cave.” He saw me tear up and started to laugh. “Bitch, you think I’d feel anything for you? You’ve let all my buddies ride your ass like it was the last cunt on earth. You’ve got, let’s see… 27 loads in you now. You’re only good as a breeding hole. Ain’t nobody gonna ever LOVE you, stupid cunt.” He called out, “Next,” as he walked over and shoved his dick in my mouth. I tasted cum, blood, and my ass as he fucked my throat. I felt another guy enter me and heard him say, “Tight hole still, ready up for my 3rd deposit bitch.” I watched above me, alternating between the man who broke me further as he sneered down at me, and in the mirror above seeing a skinny white guy, covered in tattoos, as he fucked my hole. The pain faded away as he shot and was replaced by another. Still in my mouth was my heart breaker. Really? Why did I think to call him that? How fucked up have I become that I’d feel heart broken by a guy who raped me 3 times, shot 2 loads in me and burned me with his cigar. As I moved my eyes, to look down at the burns, he redirected me back to watching him. “You look away when I tell you cunt. Not before.” I nodded in deference to him. He placed a padded bench that was the perfect height to balance my back and head on, and the perfect length to lay part of my back on. He unlatched my arms and let them slowly drop down to sit on my stomach. This made my weight shift as only my ankles and back were now supporting my weight. The guy fucking my liked the change and I felt the cock change angles, creating a new pain as it hit me differently. “Alright cunt, your Sir assured us you were fair game for anything. You ready for a new test of your pathetic existence?”

Got a boy agreeable to me giving his to any guys who want it. He can't host; I can, but little to no action where I live near antioch. Wondering if anyone in SF/Oakland area would be open to hosting us this afternoon/evening. Boy has no limits, blindfolded and cuffed. You get as much or as little access to him as you want. I have pics of the boy

Part 11 “Get dressed, we’re going for a ride.” I put on the shirt and pants and looked at the money on the bed. I reached down, picked it up and made a nice stack and handed it to Sir. “No, boy, that’s yours. You get to keep the small money you earn. We keep the big money. As a matter of fact, you’ve already brought in a big pile.” I put the money in my desk after making sure that I would not need it tonight. We walked out to the car, with Sir’s hand down the back of my pants, fingering my cum cunt. He caught me staring at him, “What are you thinking about boy?” “I… uh, nothing.” He jammed his finger harder, making me whimper and catching the looks of others. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” “Sorry Sir. It’s just that, I uh…” “You’re avoiding the answer.” “I like it when you do that.” “Do what boy?” “Please, don’t make me say it out here.” He stopped in mid-stride and worked a second finger in, making me whimper again. “They’re watching us boy. I’m pretty sure they know what I’m doing to you. Now you can answer the truth or I can make you drop your pants right out here and let everyone see what is going on. Your choice.” “I like it when you’re fingering me. Fingering my cunt.” A couple people heard me and signaled disgust. “Good boy. You are learning to like this all aren’t you? Being a slut, taking dick and cum from everybody that wants to fuck you.” “No Sir. I don’t like that. It’s only…” “Aww, Joey are you falling for me?” “I…I don’t know.” “Have you ever heard the term Stockholm Syndrome?” When I shook my head, he explained it and said that’s probably what I’m doing. We walked the rest of the way to the car in silence, his 2 fingers rubbing my wet cunt. “Where are we going Sir? What will I be doing?” He smiled and said, “the only thing that you are good for. You’re gonna be spreading that ass all night long. No gag, no blindfold. Just you, legs spread, and hole getting fucked and seeded over and over.” We drove to a motel across the river, a beat up old place that looked like it had been closed for years. There was one parking space left, by the office, and I could see that guys were sitting in their cars. “Strip to your strap and then go to the clerk. Tell him, ‘I’m the cunt cum dump for room 17’.” I looked at Sir, hoping he was kidding, but saw the look on his face. I did as ordered, leaving the shirt and pants in the car. I saw guys staring at me as I opened the door and got out, naked except for my crusty jockstrap. I walked to the office, if you could call it that, and saw a guy in his 60s, old and showing every sign of age. “I, I’m the cunt cum dump for room 17.” The guy looked at me, stood up and looked me over. “His best yet. Turn around.” I turned, facing the door way to the parking lot and watched Sir as he pulled out and drove away. Without warning, I felt a collar being placed around my neck and turned to say something, I felt a sharp pain in my side, seeing a stun gun before I lost consciousness and tumbled to the ground. I came to only a few minutes later I think, but now found myself staring at myself, in a collar and jockstrap. It took a moment for my head to clear and only then did I notice my wrists cuffed together above my head. The cuffs were latched to a hook on the bar between the headposts. I looked around and saw the desk clerk standing at the foot of the bed, stepping out of his pants. “Welcome back bitch. Was hoping you’d be awake by the time I got ready to fuck you.” I tried to speak, but no words came out, even though my mouth moved. “You are not going to be making noise until I allow you; It’s a specialty of mine. I like to get really rough with the boys, and let my buddies do the same. We’ve gotten into some trouble before form you little bitches screaming in pain. So now, you can scream all you want, and you’re going to be. No one will hear a word.” I watched as he finished getting undressed and was horrified by the site of his naked body. There were tattoos all over his body of heads blasted open, words that I can’t bear to even think about. The two worst ones were the swastika between his saggy pecs and right below that, another bio-hazard symbol. I closed my eyes as I felt the bed sag as he climbed on. “Aww, did you not like my tattoos?” When I didn’t answer or open my eyes, I received a painful knee to the nuts. I roared out in pain, but no sound came out. “When you’re asked a question,” another knee to the balls, “You will fucking acknowledge me boy.” Tears streaked my face from the intense pain. I looked at him and mouthed, “Yes Sir.” As I silently spoke those words, a wet and horribly disgusting load of phlegm was spit into my mouth. “Swallow. Get used to the taste, it might be the best taste in your mouth for the next several hours.” I gagged as I swallowed the putrid liquid. “Lift your legs and show me that cunt I spent so much on.” I struggled between the pain and his large body but was able to get my legs up. Apparently they weren’t high enough as he spread them wider and I could feel the muscles stretch to their maximum. He reached over me, and I was overwhelmed by the stench coming from his underarms and was disgusted when sweat dropped into my mouth. I felt something lock onto my ankle and saw the same manner of clasp take hold of first my left, then my right ankles. “You figured out the specialty of this room yet bitch?” I shook my head. “This is another of my special creations. It keeps you open for us to use and abuse that pussy of yours, whether a guy wants you missionary or doggy style. Simple flip and you’re either looking at the guy making love to you, or your looking at the wall as a guy rapes you like a bitch. And with our friends tonight, there isn’t much difference between making love and raping you, it’s all gonna hurt you.” “Look up, I want you to watch me enter you.” I looked up at the mirror on the ceiling and saw his dick, not too long, but thick. He was pierced at the tip, the ring appeared to have serrations on it. His dick looked like it had a condom on it, but, it was…different. It looked metallic and it looked to be serrated as well. “I don’t use lube, so hopefully you still got some cum in there.” I felt, and saw, him place the tip of the piercing to my hole and I could already feel the pain. He slammed into me, going balls deep. As every centimeter of his cock slid into me, I felt the pain from the serrated sheath as it shredded my hole. I screamed in agony as I felt my hole begin to tear open. The guy was brutal, pulling out all the way and slamming back in. “Gotta open that cunt up so I know my poison takes hold in you. Also, gotta teach you a lesson that white men are your only true cock masters and that you take nigger dick because you’re a pathetic bitch.” He held me down on the mattress, squeezing my throat as he roared out, “I’m fucking killing you boy. Either my death seed in your pussy or my hand around your throat. FUUUCCK!” I felt the load erupt in my hole and burn hotter than most loads before, probably because of the tears he had caused. I saw the light in the room fade as he continued to choke me. The last thought I had was, “I’m dying now. No more of this.”

is it possible to get clearance on a small portion of a story before publishing it? Asking because i have a small mention of a concoction being used (not calling it a specific drug, a "Personal creation") that is a major part to this part of the storyline. Want to see if it needs to be removed so it doesnt' move the story to chem fiction. Vague, i'm sorry.

So good news/bad news. Bad news: i've been in a personal depression funk (don't worry, nothing serious.) Good news: This funk has reinvigorated my imagination into destroying Joey. Best news: I've written 2 new sections. I'll upload the next one after clearing it with a moderator (if that can be done?). You'll have to wait for (or earn with positive feedback/encouragement) the 2nd part

Part 10 I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.” “Hi Sir. What are… How’d you..” I trailed off. “I really don’t even need to ask do i?” He smiled and shook his head, “No boy, you really don’t. Open your bag.” I looked at him, confused. “My bag, why?” The smile faded and was replaced with a look of slow burning anger. “OPEN IT.” I opened my bag, and handed it to him, realizing too late why he demanded it. He took the bag, and removed the paper bag from it. He looked back to me and only smiled. “I know why you did this boy.” “I’m scared Sir.” “I know boy. Open your door.” “My door, but…” “The more you challenge, the worse it’ll be for you. Do it.” I opened the door part way and looked for approval. Not getting anything, I opened it all the way. “Now tell me why you are not wearing your clothes from this morning. I specifically directed you not to change.” I detailed fully, with guys walking down the hall, what had happened earlier, the gang bang in the bathroom, the bitch being given my shirt and shorts and me getting his clothes. All the while I could feel people watching and listening. Sir nodded approvingly. “Brother Robert gave me a full report of what happened and that you followed directions fairly well. I’m very proud that you have brought another boy into the fold already, on your first day. I will be meeting the bitch later on to test him out.” “Brother Robert? He…” “You NEVER use a Brother’s name boy. You do not have that privilege.” “Sir, I am sorry.” “Strip to your jockstrap. Let’s see how you are looking.” “Strip? But the door is…” “Open, yes I’m aware of that. But the guys who’ve been standing there listening to your story don’t care if you strip, do you guys?” I started to turn but Sir stopped me, “Eyes on me Joey.” I took off all of my clothes except the jockstrap, hearing the guys behind me laugh. Sir eyed me and reached behind me and stuck a finger in my ass. “Tight and wet. Good boy.” “Your next lesson begins now Joey. And will prepare you for your next adventure. Get on the bed, next to me, on your knees.” I did as I was told. Sir then verbally and physically manipulated me until I was in the position he wanted. Face down in a pillow, back arched and ass up in the air. I heard a voice from the doorway, “Damn I’d love a piece of that.” Sir said, “That’s what he is here for. But it’ll cost you.” The voice said, “I don’t have enough.” Sir responded, “He’s on discount right now. $1 a fuck.” I groaned, realizing what Sir thought of me. “Shut the fuck up Joey. You made over three grand last night. You can make yourself affordable to these nice young men. You boys interested or not?” I saw a dollar drop in front of the pillow and felt a cock at my ass. For what seemed like hours, I felt multiple guys fuck me and an incessant burning in my ass as loads were dumped in me. Sir made me turn and look at him and I saw my phone in his hand, recording my ass being bred over and over. “Tell the men watching this who you are.” “My name is Joey Collins.” “Now tell them what you are.” “I’m a… I’m a cumdump. I take any load, any where, any time.” As I said that, another guy unloaded in me and I moaned from the burning in my ass. After the string of guys ended, I heard Sir say, “Get up and close the door.” I walked to the door, cum dripping down my leg, and closed the door. I walked back to Sir and kneeled at his feet. “Give me your pill bag boy.” I reached to the bag which had fallen on the floor and handed it to him. He took the bottles out and looked at them. “So these help prevent you from getting infected? You want to reject my gift to you and the gifts from Him, and Marquise and Brother Robert? And however many other tainted loads you’ve taken?” I looked at him and nodded. “I don’t want to get sick Sir. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He smiled at me. “The thing is Joey, you’ve been committed to this. My Sir has already selected you as his next offering to Our Lord Lucifer. So you are going to take these pills, and one by one, you are going to crush them, just as your hopes of not getting infected will be crushed.” He handed me the bottles and sat and watched. He recorded me as I poured the pills out onto a book. He recorded me, making me apologize to each of the known men who’ve given me toxic loads for rejecting their gifts. When I finished, he made me refill the bottles with the crushed life saving pills. “Now boy, put those on your desk where you will see them every morning and night.”

Part 9 I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.” What the hell is going on with me? I came to get meds to NOT get HIV and then take another AIDS load. And the demon? I already forgot what he said, but the face is vivid. I looked at the time and realized I had to be at practice in 15 minutes. What the hell would happen there? I ran to the locker room and found my next humiliation waiting. Plastered on my locker were printed pictures of me with my face covered in piss and licking the urinal. Another with my lips wrapped around the big dick that was pissing down my throat. The guys looked at me, at least a few did. Some would not look at me, others just called me names like “Faggot” and “Piss whore.” I opened my locker and found that my uniform had been altered, with my pants now being really short shorts and missing the ass, my jersey now had my name marked out and “Queerboy” in its place. I looked to the coach, who was standing in his doorway, and he just smirked at me and waved me over. The guys looked at me as I walked over and I could hear them all suddenly be silent. “Hey queer, I heard you were a little busy after leaving here this morning?” I tried looking him in the face, but I couldn’t even do that. I just stood there, eyes down, and waited for him to finish his humiliation. “Nothin’ you want to tell the guys? Or do you know they’ve already seen your film debut?” I nodded my head. “Oh, but they only saw what was posted. They don’t know the other stuff do they?” My head snapped up and looked him in the eyes. “what do you want me to tell them coach? Just tell me what you know and what you want me to tell them. I’m done fighting you. You won? Okay? You’ve gotten me humiliated in front of them. What more?” “Oh, I’m sorry fag. Did you think I was done? No, not by a long shot. You tried to make a fool out of me, in front of MY team. I am far from done. You’re going to be a lesson to all of these little shitheads. You try and fuck with me, I will destroy you. Now, I hear you failed a midterm this morning? Or was it that you didn’t even show up?” “I didn’t show up. I failed it. Does that mean I’m off the team?” “Off the team? Not even close. I spoke with your professor and he told me the make-up plan you put in place with him. Very interesting use of your talents.” I hung my head down. “Get on your knees, bitch.” “Coach, please don’t…” “NOW,” he said in a very sharp tone. I dropped to my knees in front of him. “Now team, I told you earlier that the bitch here is available for you to use in any way you want.” Some of you have already seen his video from just after he left here this morning. I want you to actually see him in his new role first hand.” “C’mon coach, don’t make us see that faggot shit. It’s disgusting.” “You’re right Smith, it is disgusting. But you’re gonna see a small part. Open your mouth bitch.” I looked up at him and he was unzipping his pants. I opened my mouth. Coach stopped and then zipped up again. “I have a better idea. A team building exercise. Faggot, get in the showers.” I started to get up. “Did I give you permission to stand up?” I looked at him again, and got back on my knees. That smirk was back. “Crawl to the showers. On your hands and knees.” I didin’t even try to fight it. I started crawling towards the guys and they parted to let me through. I heard them muttering, some started to taunt me, some sounded sorry for what I was going through. Without warning, I felt a belt slap hard against my ass and I fell forward, squealing in pain. “Get the fuck up you worthless bitch,” the coach snarled. I got back up and felt another belt slap me, and then another. By the time I finally made it to the showers, I must have been whipped at least 10 times. Tears were streaming down my face and my back and ass felt like they were on fire. “Look closely at the faggot, just watch.” I heard guys ask what they were looking for and then heard the first, “Holy shit, what’s going on?” I looked over and saw the red fading and the welts disappear. The coach just laughed and said, “Tell em, bitch.” “It’s something that was done to me, I don’t know how or by who. I can’t be damaged, but I feel the pain. And, my…” I looked to the coach and he simply nodded. “And my ass doesn’t get loose. I’m like a virgin each time I get fucked. No matter how many guys fuck me, or how big they are, I tighten back up after they finish.” I could see looks that varied from disgust to now a few that looked interested. The outfielder from earlier caught my eye and licked his lips. “Get on your knees in front of your teammates.” I did and it felt weird being almost naked in front of 20 guys who were fully dressed. “Now the team building exercise. Each of you is going to take your turn and piss on Collins. I don’t give a fuck what you do, piss on him or make him drink it, he loves both. Any guy that refuses or can’t do it, you’re giving me 50 laps.” I heard several guys say they weren’t going to do it and I looked at the coach. That damn smirk was still there. The outfielder was first. “Faggot, you aren’t worth 1 lap, let alone 50.” He walked up and pulled his dick out and began pissing on me, starting at my crotch and moving up my chest. I looked up at him and saw a look of pleasure on his face and when he caught me staring he said, “Open up that mouth and tilt back.” I followed his direction and he pissed right in my mouth. With no direction given to swallow, I sat there and let it fill my mouth. “Drink it pig.” I began swallowing as fast as I could. I heard multiple guys muttering how disgusting this was but they were saying it as they all stepped forward in 2s and 3s. Soon I was getting piss from every direction, on my face and in my mouth, my nose was filled a couple times even. 1 guy stepped behind me and told me, “Spread that ass bitch.” I did and I felt a really heavy load of piss spray on my hole, causing it to open and some of it to pour. “That is so sick, your ass looks likes it drinking my piss.” After 18 of the 20 guys pissed on me, the coach told them I was their personal urinal for the rest of the season, but only in the showers. The guys walked out quietly, with 2 looking at the coach, who only said they could start their 50 laps now. I looked up to the coach and he said, “Take a shower, you stink. Then get out of here. You’re expected at your dorm soon.” I showered, and got back into the bitch’s clothes. For some reason I felt a little more of a bounce. I headed back to my dorm, seeing people still staring and pointing me out. I saw a couple of guys I recognized from the football team staring at me and I simply nodded my head and said, “yeah, its me,” and kept walking. Getting back to my dorm, I got to my door and saw some notes on my white board outside the door. “Let me tap that ass” and “Suck my balls dry faggot” were written there. I simply reached up and wiped it off. I unlocked my door and walked in, dropping my bag when I saw Sir sitting there. “Hello, Joey.”

Cumdump67816, what hotel was this? How much was the room? I'm planning a trip in December and I do want this to happen for me?

I'm down for everything on the list from STDsex down, except shit sex

That was such a hot story. Love the history you threw in of Patient Zero.

So I just discovered a very active park in my area and have been 3 times, each time leaving with several loads in and on me. But my question/dilemma is this: how loud do I get? For tops who fuck in public/parks, do your like your bottoms to stay quiet, with Moans and groans to indicate their enjoyment? Or do you want them more verbal, begging for harder fuck, begging for loads? Bottoms, which do you prefer to do? So far I'm staying on the quieter side, but audibly begging for loads when dicks go in raw

So I just discovered the late night BBC action at a local park in Oakland. Have gone twice and gotten 10 loads over the two nights. Most oral, but have gotten four fucks, 2 raw and 2 rubber. Would love to arrange a gangbreeding or rape where my hole is pounded by guy after guy, loads getting dumped in ME, no info about status or use of condoms. I'm still neg, but want that changed.

Part 8 I walked out into the quad, my first time outdoors in over three hours. I felt a trickle of cum slide out of my ass and the disgust of what I had just done really hit me. Every other fuck, and every other load of cum dumped in me was forced. This time, I was not forced, I stripped for another man, I gave him my ass and let him fuck me. I heard laughter, but there was no one laughing. I felt my stomach rumble and realized I hadn’t eaten anything in a day and headed to the nearby snack shack to get food. I saw people staring, people pointing and people checking me out. I grabbed my food and found a quiet table. I sat there and stared at my food, hearing words in my head about being pozzed and taking AIDS loads. I lost my appetite as the fear of getting sick and dying became all I could focus on. I heard my father’s voice saying, “Queer’s deserve to get AIDS and die horribly.” I took out my phone and google’d HIV infection. I learned that there was a medication that could be taken to prevent getting infected. I also learned about PrEP and how to get it. I thought maybe I could get it at the health center so I ate my lunch and walked over. I got to the clinic and checked in. A nurse called me back in and took my vitals. She asked what I was here for and I told her. I could see the disgust in her eyes as she shamed me with her look. I heard her mumble, “You need to pray.” I waited in the room for the doctor. I heard a knock and the door opened. The doctor walked in and he looked to be in his early 40s. He sat down across from me and looked at a clipboard. “Hi Joey, I hear your looking to get some medication?” I said, “Yeah, I need to get medication to…” I couldn’t finish the sentence and broke down in tears again. How the hell did I have so many tears in me? The doctor sat with me and said, “You want to prevent getting HIV? Is there a particular reason you think you need this medicine? Have you done something that would make you think you’ve been exposed?” I nodded and cried more. “Tell me what you did Joey. Tell me why you want this.” He stared at me and I told him what happened, about the night at the rest stop, the bathroom and the incident with my professor. When I finished, I could see a look of awe, lust, and disgust on the doctor’s face. He moved his clipboard and I saw a huge bulge in his pants. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to his legs and reached to his bulge. I tried to fight it and could not. The doctor put the clipboard down and just watched me. He slapped me across the face and told me, “What do you think you’re doing Joey? This is highly inappropriate.” I sat at his feet, the pain from the slap still burning. I looked up at him, not moving. “You’ve taken how many loads?” “91 in the ass and one in the mouth.” “In less then a day.” “I can give you the prescriptions. But, I think you’re going to earn it aren’t you?” I looked at him and nodded. He stood up, and grabbed me by the hair. He pulled me over to the exam table and told me to take off my pants. I did as was told and before I could do anything further, he pushed me down on to the table, and put my ankles in stirrups. He looked down at me and slapped me hard across the face again. “You’re going to lay there and not say a word. I’ll be right back. If I hear a sound, you’re going to regret.” I nodded my head as he turned and walked out of the room. The door was left open after he walked out. I could see people walking by the door, and caught a couple of people looking in at me. One guy, an older guy who looked like he was a custodian, stopped and stared at me. I saw him look both ways to the side, and he slipped in the room and shut the door behind him. I started to say something and he put a finger to his lips. He walked up and took his cock out of his pants. It was already hard and had a ring at the end. He lifted his shirt up and I saw a tattoo of a bio-hazard symbol. He smiled and again placed a finger to his lips. “This hurt, you stay quiet or make trouble.” I pleaded with him, silently. He smiled more and I could see teeth missing and sores on his tongue. “Shh, baby. Papa going to make you hurt.” He put his dick to my hole and shoved in. The pain was excruciating and I struggled to remain silent. I failed and squealed loudly. The old man smiled and punched me hard in the guts until I quieted down. He ripped my ass apart, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine being somewhere else. I didn’t hear the door open or close again, but I was brought back to reality when I heard the doctor’s voice say, “Open your eyes Joey.” I did and saw him watching me. “This is why you’re here, because you can’t keep your legs shut and let any man fuck you. Hector here, he’s a regular patient of mine. He’s infected half the campus with one bug or another over the years. Right now, he’s got every thing. Syphilis, gono, herpes, and AIDS. You didn’t even stop to ask him to put a condom on did you? Just let him shove his filthy dick in you. Did you even ask him if he was clean?” I looked at the doctor and shook my head. Hector sped up and looked at the doc and said, “I finish?” The doctor nodded, “Yes Hector, finish in him.” I pleaded with them, “Please don’t do this to me.” Doc simply slapped me in the balls and said, “Shut up Joey. You’re a whore, you want this.” Hector grunted and I felt the burning as he dumped his cum in me. Hector finished shooting and pulled out. He looked down and grinned, “You bleed like bitch.” I looked at his cock and saw streaks of my blood on him. He smiled and said, “Thank Dr. D.” he put his dick, blood and all, back in his pants, zipped up and walked out. The doctor stepped between my legs and told me, “Close your eyes, Joey. You don’t want to see what is coming.” I closed my eyes and as soon as I did, a memory tore my mind apart. I saw a face, but not a human face. It was red, scarred, and horns rose from out his forehead. He grinned and his teeth were fanged. I tried to scream but no sound came out. A voice came to my ears, “You have done me proud Joey. You have taken almost 100 loads in your hole. Some neg, but they can’t all be winners. Are you learning to enjoy being a whore? I’ve watched you. You’ve brought a new boy in to the fold. And you even willingly used your cunt to get ahead.” I shook my head. A low chuckle, “Oh Joey, you’re going to fight until the bitter end aren’t you? Resist you’re true nature as a son of my seed.” I just stared ahead at the face, the demon. He continued, “You haven’t put all the pieces together yet have you. Who you are, why you were chosen for this? I will tell you one thing, although when you wake up from this, you may decide to forget it. Your end is coming soon; I won’t tell you when exactly. But know that it will be an epic ending to your journey. Until then my son, open your eyes and see the next step on your journey.” My eyes snapped open, just in time to see a huge cock at my ass. I opened my mouth to scream, but the doctor’s hand slammed over my mouth and his wrapped around my throat. “You had to open your eyes? Why boy, why did you have to look?” The head of the cock, the monstrous thing extending from the crotch of the Dr., began to stretch my hole open. “Open that little pussy for me Joey. Let me push Hector’s disease further into you.” I tried to squeeze my hole tight, which only caused the Dr. to become angry. “Oh Joey, I really wish you hadn’t done that.” He pulled his cock out and I felt him slather a cold gel on my cunt. The gel soon turned warm, then hot. My eyes snapped open completely at the fire on my hole. “That should just about relax you. Don’t fight me this time boy. It’s only going to get worse for you.” He again pushed into me, this time I tried to squeeze but I couldn’t move. I felt my hole stretch, then stretch even more. “If it helps you to relax, I’m only 7” long, shorter then Hector,” he said with a wicked grin. I remembered the feelings of Marquise at the rest stop and Sir #2 in the bathroom. They were both smaller then this. The closest I could compare was Marquise and Coach double dicking me. This was still bigger. “Oh, Joey. I don’t think you’re hole is going to be usable after I’m done. It’s going to be destroyed. You ready?” I tried shaking my head, but he held me firm. “1…” I shut my eyes “2…” “God, please help me. I am sorry for my sins.” Laughter, and the face appeared again. “You call out for him? He’s not taking your call right now. I hear you though Joey. You’ll survive this and your hole will too. Don’t worry, your hole will be fine.” “3…,” I opened my eyes as he slammed, full force, into my cunt. “Oh Joey, I haven’t felt a cunt around my cock in years. Everyone sees it and then refuses to let me near their cunt or their ass. I’ve paid hookers and they give me back the money.” He pulled out a couple inches then pushed back in. “I need a picture of this. You’re not going to scream if I move my hands are you?” I shook my head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He started taking pictures of my cunt wrapped around his cock. He recorded video of him pulling out and sliding back in. “God that’s beautiful. Want to see what your ass looks like wrapped around me?” I shook my head, and then nodded. He turned the phone around I could see it. My cunt looked like it was spread 8-9 inches wide. I could see drops of white and red on the cracked ring. He continued to fuck and then said, “I’m going to shoot in you now.” And I felt again, the burning of my colon by a load of cum. It took almost two full minutes for him to slowly remove his dick, telling me he did not want to cause me any permanent damage, even though he thought my hole would stay distended. He snapped a last picture of my hole gaping then gasped, “What the…” He quickly fumbled with his camera, switching to video to record my hole tightening back up. “How the hell are you doing that Joey?” “It’s my… gift. From the ma… from Him.” The doctor looked at me as if I was insane. “Get up, the nurses are due back any minute.” He helped me out of the stirrups and my legs collapsed downward as if stone. I watched the doctor shove is soft cock, larger than many hard cocks, back in his pants. He threw my pants at me, “Hurry up.” I dressed and he handed me a brown bag. “The directions are in there for both the meds. Good luck with it Joey.” I started walking out, stopped at the door and I don’t know what came over me. I turned to him and said, “Thank you Sir.”

Part 7 “Put those shorts on bitch, we’re far from done.” I felt sort of sorry for the kid, but remembering him choking me with his stinking cock and threatening to knock my teeth out eased my sympathy. I looked at the time and saw it was almost 1:00 and realized, looking at the scrap of paper in my hand that in 16 hours I had taken a total of 90 loads in my ass and at least one down my throat. Almost 6 an hour, 1 almost every 10 minutes. In a deep, dark area of my mind, I heard what sounded like my voice say, “More.” What the hell? I realized too late that I had missed my science class and, “FUCK” I muttered aloud, getting the attention of those around me. I realized I had missed our midterm. I ran to my professor’s office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” I heard Professor James say from his office. I opened the door and found him sitting behind his desk, the stack of midterms from my class on his desk. I started to say something, only now realizing how sore my throat was from the bitch (I was already starting to forget his name.) “Hi professor, can I talk to you for a few minutes?” “Sure, Mr. Collins. Sit down, but I’m going to tell you now, the answer is no you cannot,” he said with a stern smile on his face. “I am so sorry Professor, I was really sick this morning and could not get out of bed. I’m fucked if I can’t get this test.” “That language, and that pathetic attempt at lying, insult me Mr. Collins. If there’s nothing more you have to say that might change my mind, you can get up and leave.” “I’m sorry professor, I’ve just been through a lot recently and my mind is a little messed up right now. Is there any way to earn some of the points from the test?” “You know Mr. Collins, you seem like a semi-intelligent young man, plus I understand you’re the Captain of the baseball team here on campus, so you must be pretty talented on the field,” he cocked his head slightly after I flinched at the mention of the baseball team. He continued, “I’m not quite sure why you missed the test, or what is you’re going through. However, while I do feel some empathy for you, it does not seem like there’s enough information to decide what I should do.” “Information? What kind of information?” “Perhaps the truth, to start, about why you missed my class and why you deserve special treatment?” “Well, like I said, I’ve been going through some stuff recently…” The professor stopped me with a wave of his hand, “Joey, isn’t it? I frankly don’t care about you alluding to going through stuff. We all go through stuff. But we can’t expect the world to cater to us when it gets hard. So unless you have something else to say, or offer to me, then I have a large stack of midterms from students who actually are responsible enough to show up for class.” I stood up and turned to leave and could feel his eyes on the back of my head. Something hit me slowly and I turned back around. “What do you mean offer you?” He stared back at me and simply said, “I’m not sure what you mean.” “You said if I have nothing else to offer you.” He looked at me coldly and said, “Don’t read anything into that Mr. Collins. I only meant proof of why I should give you a special favor.” I set my backpack down on the floor next to his desk and he just watched me, not saying or doing anything. “What do you want professor? What’s it going to cost me?” Professor curled his lips into a smirk and said, “How dare you, get the hell out of my office.” I took my shirt off and the smirk turned into a frown. “What the hell are you doing? Leave now, or I’m calling security.” I walked to the door and locked it, unbuttoning my pants as I walked back. He picked up the phone and dialed, I unzipped and pushed the pants down. His eyes dropped to my jockstrap and became glued. He froze, mid-dial and put the phone down. The smile turned to a snarl. “You pathetic faggot, you thinking stripping for me will make me change my mind?” I stepped out of my pants and turned around, showing him my ass. “What grade do you expect to get on your midterm, boy?” I turned my head and looked at him, “At least an 80.” Professor cocked his head, “Let’s see. You want 80 points, I think you’re gonna have to work hard to earn that. I’m thinking 5 points a fuck should be some good work for you.” “5? You…yes, Professor. 5 points a fuck.” “Bend over the desk and lift a knee onto it. Show me this cunt of yours that you think is so special.” I assumed the position he ordered and felt a thumb press onto it. “Tight, just like I like it. When was your last fuck boy?” “30 minutes ago, I think.” “You little slut, that’s why you missed your test.” The thumb jammed in my ass and I yelped in pain. “You didn’t show up for class because you were getting fucked?” “Yes, professor.” The thumb was removed and replaced by two fingers, stretching me open and leading to a groan of pain. “Was it your boyfriend? Another guy on the baseball team?” “I…I don’t know who it was.” “You what? How do you not know who fucked you?” A third finger slowly slid in. “It was a, a, gangbang professor. I got fucked by a bunch of guys in the bathroom, only saw two of them.” “You are so fucking slutty. Spreading your ass for anyone?” I looked at the door and said nothing. My head was pulled back, “I asked you a question.” “Yes, professor.” The fingers were ripped from my ass and I felt a small cock head push in. The dick had to be maybe 4, possibly 5 inches long at most, and very small around.” In less then 5 minutes I was putting my pants back on, feeling the professor’s cum leak out a little from my ass. The professor handed me a blank test and said, “Bring this back tomorrow during office hours. We’ll get you your 80 points. Get out.” I turned and walked out

Damn, has it really been two months since I updated you all on Joey? Well as an apology, I've just finished writing Part 6. Hope you like it, it's a bit different. Part 6 After over an hour of non-stop breeding the guys finally finished. The man who took control looked down at me and said, “Good job Joey, you’re a really good cum dump. Sad that you’re not enjoying it, but who the fuck really cares as long as you keep spreading your pussy for us.” I looked over at Brad and see tears streaming down his face, cum drops on his lip. I smile at his broken spirit. I look back at the leader and ask, “Can I go now, Sir?” He smiles, a wickedly evil smile. “Not yet Joey, I don’t think you’re done yet.” I let out a whimper and start, “Please Sir, my…” He cuts me off with, “Quiet your mouth Joey. You leave when you’re done, no sooner.” I hang my head and say, “Yes, Sir.” Sir #2 turns to Brad and chuckles, asking, “How are you doing Brad? Did you enjoy sucking all those dirty cum covered cocks?” Brad whimpered a negative response. “Oh, that’s too bad. I guess I had you misread. I thought you were a little scared fag hiding yourself.” Brad muttered, in a voice that sounded like it was in pure pain, “Fuck you, I’m not a fag”; I knew immediately he was in for a world of hurting. And it came quickly. Brad’s head whipped to the left after he got back handed across the right cheek; even I felt a little sorry after hearing the smack. His head whipped back to the right following a back hand to the left and he was then pulled to his feet. “You know punk, I was close to letting you go, until you went and mouthed off to me. Now I think we’re going to teach you your next lesson. You’re not ready to be a man yet. You see Joey there, he’s a man. He’s below real men and his only role is to spread his boi pussy and take cum from real men, but he’s still a man.” Brad looked at me as this was being said and I just stared through him. “You Brad, you’re below even little Joey there. In fact, right now, you’re going to learn how far below Joey you are. Strip!!!” Brad looked back at Sir #2 and said, “Please, don’t do this to me.” “Strip, NOW. Or the slaps are the least pain you’ll get.” More tears, but Brad slowly stripped down to his underwear. Sir glared at him, until he got the message and the underwear came off. “Get on your knees, punk.” Brad dropped down next to me. “Now, if we look at the order of men in this room right now, there are three types. There’s the Alpha, me, who sets rules and fucks little bitches like you. Then there’s the Beta male, that’s you Joey. The beta is below all Alphas and exists to serve Alpha’s in different ways. Then there’s you Brad. There’s no word yet to describe you, other than “Bitch”. You, as a bitch, are below even Joey and would be submissive to him if he were man enough to dictate it.” I looked at Sir #2, a confused look on my face. He continued, “Now bitch, you also are so low, you lose the privilege of being named. To teach you your real value, you are going to clean Joey off. In the same way you cleaned the Alphas.” Brad, no, bitch’s eyes went wide and his face looked as if he was gonna throw up. “No, please, not that.” I looked from Sir #2 to Brad, bitch, and back to Sir. “Sir, what do you mean he’s gonna do?” Without moving his eyes from the trembling bitch, he said, “He’s going to clean your ass, with his mouth and tongue, of all the cum you swallowed in there. I’m thinking that between what’s in you, sliming your cheeks and what’s fallen on the floor, which he’ll also be cleaning, you’ve probably got a pint or two of cum in you.” “Sir, he doesn’t have to do that, he…” I stopped as Sir’s eyes snapped to me and I saw the rage flaring up within them. “Don’t you ever contradict me boy. I may not own you, but I will punish you. And I know the truth about you, so I will punish you hard enough that you’ll remember it for days.” I squeaked, “I am sorry Sir.” I looked at the bitch, still kneeling in front of us, naked. My heart broke, a little, for what he’d be going through. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he deserved it. “Now bitch, you either get your face between Joey’s ass in the next 3 seconds or your first lesson in pain begins.” I continued to watch Brad’s face as he contemplated his options. It seemed as if he was going to risk a beating, but at the last second he began shuffle crawling behind me. “I told you three seconds bitch,” just before a loud smack shattered through the tile walls. Brad screamed in pain as the belt slashed across his back, leaving the start of a large red welt. “Two seconds, or another one,” Sir said. Brad moved faster and I felt his face on my ass. SMACK, the belt came down again, forcing his face into my ass. “If I have to tell you a third time, I aim for your balls. And yours are an easy target for me bitch.” Soon I felt his nose on my cunt and his face motionless between my ass. “Joey, help the bitch out and reach back and spread your ass for him.” I reached back and did as ordered, baring my asshole, my pussy, to this bitch. “Tell him what to do Joey. Enjoy your time as the one in charge. It may never come again.” I didn’t know what to say or do at first, but a voice in my head gave me some ideas. “Eat my ass bitch. Stick your tongue in my hole and start digging.” I heard a loud whimper and felt a tongue on my hole for the first time. I reached back and smacked his head, “Don’t just touch it, dig in.” To help him out, I pushed my hole out and pushed his head forward at the same time. “Oh god, that feels so good.” I felt the contrasting feeling of his tongue sliding in and a wave of cum sliding out at the same time. “Oh god, there’s a load for you, swallow it bitch.” For the next several minutes the bitch ate my hole, licked my crack and even licked the tile floor of dropped cum. All the while, Sir stood above us and smiled. Occasionally, I saw a look on his face of pure evil and could only wonder what he was planning. Finally, my ass was as empty as it was going to be. Sir simply said, “Stop, bitch.” This time I was the one who whimpered as the tongue pulled away. Sir chuckled. “Get up Joey, I have two final treats for you.” It took a couple of minutes for my body to adjust to movement again and soon I was standing next to Sir. He handed me a slip of paper with the number 11 on it, “You know what this is boy?” I said, “Yes. Does this include the two guys before you?” He shook his head, “No, just me and my crew. And it also does not include you swallowing bitch’s load.” I looked down at him and he was curled into the fetal position. I looked back at Sir and asked if I could ask a question. He nodded. “What’s next for him?” Sir looked at me, “You know Joey, I have no clue right now. I know his path is going to be different from yours, as you follow into the Brotherhood. He’s not going there, but he will be becoming a cumdump in is own time.” I looked at him, “What do you mean the Brotherhood? What is that?” Sir looked at me and said, “You really don’t remember do you? What happened to you last night? Before your party at the rest stop?” My anger flared up and I started to say something before Sir touched my lips with a finger and sending a burning feeling through me. “Don’t say anything I’ll need to punish you for.” I looked in his eyes and a clear memory popped into my head, causing me to lose my balance and fall into Sir. “Was, was he real?” and tears rolled down my face. I felt so humiliated as Sir laid a hand on my ass and stuck a finger in me. “Yes, Joey. He was very real and he selected you for us, his willowing followers, to use.” “Are you ready for your treat?” I looked at him and nodded. He turned me around and told me, “Tell the bitch to sit up.” I willed my self to give an order, but it came out as “Sit up Brad.” “It doesn’t have a name Joey. It’s a bitch, remember that.” “Get on your fucking knees you stupid bitch.” “Much better.” The bitch moaned and whimpered and started moving. “Joey?,” Sir held out the belt. I took it and wailed on the bitch until he got up. Sir finally grabbed my wrist and had to order me twice to stop. “That’s enough Joey, you don’t want to hurt him too bad.” I looked back at Sir and said, “Yes I do.” He glared at me and simply took the belt from me. The bitch looked at me with tears streaking down through the cum that was drying on his face. His eyes were flashing between fear, pain and a look of desolate despair. I muttered, “I’m sorry.” Sir looked at me, “don’t apologize.” Sir said, “Your treat?” I looked at him and nodded my head. “Open your mouth bitch,” Sir ordered, while staring at me. I looked out the side of my eyes and saw his mouth open. Sir looked at me, “Do you need to piss?” As soon as he said, I felt the pressure in my bladder. “Piss on him. Piss in his mouth. No drinking yet; just humiliate him.” I took hold of my cock and aimed at his face. The look in his eyes went from fear to a terrifying look of despair. The piss started as a trickle, but soon the stream was arcing out to his chest. I raised it to his mouth, remembering coach pissing in me and making me swallow. The two guys earlier making me lick a urinal that was a few feet away. “You’re lucky bitch. I had to drink my first time.” I pissed in his nostrils and finished with a couple shots to his eyes. I flicked the last drops and turned to Sir and simply thanked him and he nodded in response. “Your other treat is his clothes. They look about your size. Get dressed and get out of here.” Bitch watched me dressing in his clothes and I reached in to grab his wallet and keys, which I handed to Sir. He opened the wallet and handed me the cash, less then $20 and kept the rest. I walked out the restroom hearing the words, “Put those shorts on bitch, we’re far from done.”

LBCDO, can I get information on this also? I'm looking at visiting your area, possibly December 26-28 or longer. I'm looking to fulfill some dark fantasies including BBC gangbangs, gangr**e, getting pimped out, anon pump n dump (with or without videos), but most importantly I wanna be knocked up and hear guys tell me they're doing it. Looking for suggestions on hotel/motel to stay at that's sex friendly; clubs to go for black men who want to use and abuse a white guy; and more. Please Sir?

Threw another chapter together for you guys. Hope you like this new twist. Part 5 Between the two of them, I was carried in the air, held up by my ankles and the cock rammed down my throat. The guy who had his cock shoved down my throat walked backward until he was ass against the wall. The guy holding my ankles, who appeared to be in charge now, told a couple of the other guys, “You fuckers each grab one of the bitch’s legs.” I felt my legs being taken by new hands. “Spread his legs for me. When I’m done, you can have what ever is left over.” The guys pulled my legs as wide as they could and I was being held in mid air, about to get fucked. I heard a zipper come down and comments of “Holy shit man. You’re gonna kill him with that.” The guy fucking my throat about screamed and dropped hold of me. That got him a slap from the guy behind me, that echoed off the tile walls. “You little pussy, can’t you do even this right? Hold him up or get the fuck outta here.” The guy whimpered but regained focus and took me under the arms again. I felt the guy step in between my legs and his hands spread my ass open. “So the rumors are true. You are the virgin cum dump that Michael told me about. He said he and another guy both fucked you, dumped their cum in you and you tightened back up each time. You better hope you got enough cum in there because I’m going all in and it’s gonna hurt.” “Should I let the faggot see how big my cock is, or just run up his cunt?” When I shook my head, he laughed and said, “Yeah, I think it’s best to just break you open.” With that, I felt his cock head touch my hole, which was still burning in agony. It didn’t feel that big, compared to some of the other guys, like Marquise from last night. “Don’t get comfortable bitch. It get’s a little bit bigger…” I heard the guys holding my legs chuckle and screamed in agony, around the cock impaled in my throat. My hole ripped open as he speared my ass in one terrifying thrust. It felt like his cock was as big as a baseball bat, both in length and diameter. The last thing I heard was another voice from behind me say, “he’s never gonna sit right again,” before blacking out. I came to unwillingly, as the pain from his initial violation dulled down and was replaced by a repetition of pain as he pounded my ass and slapped the back of my head, forcing me to regain consciousness just as the guy in my throat unloaded. The guy behind me warned the guy in my throat, “Don’t you fuckin think of letting go. You’re not done until I’m through knocking this bitch up.” The guy whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” If I could find some joy in this, it was that boy getting treated like a punk. The guy fucking my ass grabbed my head by the back with a clump of hair and used this angle to increase the intensity of his fuck. I could feel the holes stretched out to accommodate his cock and the pain was relentless, as he found new angles to invade my ass. “I could go for hours in this cunt, but for now, I’m gonna finish up.” His thrusts increased in speed and he grunted loudly, “Yeah, here comes a special treat for you Joey. A big load from my balls, so deep in you, it’s gonna make you pregnant because this cum ain’t cummin back out.” I felt his cock spasm, but could not feel any cum. After he finished, he yanked his cock and what felt like my entire rectum out. “Nice rosebud Joey. Push it back in, because you aren’t done yet.” I reached back and felt my ass hanging out the hole and gently pushed it back in. “Alright boys, like I promised, you get the leftovers. Give him a few seconds and I here he turns back into a virgin.” The guys holding my legs gently set me down, and my mouth slid off the now flaccid cock of the other guy. He started putting his cock away when the guy who fucked me said, “What do you think you’re doing?” The guy froze and looked at him. “I think you need to learn a couple things before you leave here.” The guy shook his head like a scared boy and said, “Lemme go.” I chuckled at his fear and both guys heard me. The guy in front looked down at me, trying to snear at me, but his fear was evident. The guy behind me just said, “Quiet Joey.” I continued to watch, while another cock entered my ass. “What’s your name you wanna be man?” “B-B-Brad.” “Well B-B-Brad, here’s what you need to learn. You want to be a man and make other guys do what you want, like sucking your cock, you don’t really get a good blow job by threatening to knock their teeth out. You have to make them know you’re in charge and more of a man then they are. But I look at you an I don’t see a man. I see a scared boy who wants to be a man.” Brad shook his head, “I-I’m not scared, of, y-you.” Man chuckled and said, “Yes you are boy. You’re scared of what I’m going to do to you or make you do. Now get on your knees.” I felt another load dump in me, and felt the scalding burn as it hit my guts. I didn’t even care that I felt guys swapping out of my hole, I was focused on Brad as he tried to stand his ground. Man turned to the guy that apparently just fucked my cunt and said, “Don’t put that away yet, Brad here has to learn his place.” Brad’s head turned from the Man, the guy who fucked me, and then to me. His eyes looked terrified and pleaded for help. “GET. ON. YOUR. KNEES. NOW BRAD.” With just words and tone, Brad had been broken and he slid down the wall to his knees, his face level with mine. “Joey, it’s your choice. What should I do with little boy Brad here? Turn his wannabe man into a fag like you, only he cleans dirty cocks off. Or should I let him go?” I looked at Brad, his eyes welling up with tears and his mouth pleading, “Please man, I’m not a fag like… I’m sorry. Let me go.” I looked at him and though back to his threats. “Turn him into a fag Sir. Make him clean all the cocks off with his tongue.” The Man, who I still had not seen, laughed and said, “Good choice Joey. Your Sir will be pleased that you made the decision and that you addressed me correctly.” “Brad, open your mouth.” Brad whimpered, the tears flowing, and said, “Please.” “OPEN IT NOW.” As Brad slowly opened his mouth, I watched as a guy walked up to him and told him, “Clean my cock faggot.” Brad choked and gagged as the cock that had just been in my ass, and which was still coated with cum and ass juice, was slid into his mouth. This scene repeated itself over the next hour as each guy that fucked and seeded my ass used Brad to clean off their cocks. To his credit, he apparently was not a fag as he did not seem to ever get interested in his new job.

Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long. I'll have a new chapter up tonight. Hope you guys haven't lost interest? Part 4: My face still stung from the slap as I looked at myself in the mirror. I kept hearing those words in my head, “I’m enjoying your pain,” and the voice seemed familiar, yet not familiar. I felt like I was going to puke, so I entered a stall and leaned over the toilet, but nothing came out. Not wanting to face the campus, I sat down and pushed loads of cum out of my ass, hearing the sickening splashes of the globs dropping into the water. I wiped my ass a few times, each time feeling my hole slime up a little as more cum leaked out. There were four stalls and a handicap stall, I was in the first one. The other stalls were empty when I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps come towards the stalls. I looked up as the guy passed my door and entered the stall next to me. I stood up to leave when I noticed a large hole in the wall, through which I could see the guy pushing his pants down and sitting on the toilet. Not knowing why, I sat back down. I sat there quietly and waited for the other guy to take a dump and leave, but instead I started to hear the unmistakable sounds of a wet cock being jerked off. I looked through the hole and sure enough, there was a hard cock being jerked. The guy must have seen my movement, or my eye through the hole, because before I could do anything, he was standing up and pushing his cock into the hole. “Suck me man,” was all he said to me and I opened my mouth to have him slide in. I wanted to puke his cock smelled and tasted so bad. When he heard me gagging, he laughed and said, “Forgot to shower this morning, feel free to clean it off for me.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but his words chilled me to the bone. “You suck my dick bitch, or I’ll break your teeth and then fuck your worthless faggot mouth.” I slowly slid back down, giving a blow job that would not make any guy cum. He knew what I was doing and got upset. “Suck my fucking dick like you mean it cunt.” I still did nothing, basically just sliding my lips up and down. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and out the hole. I thought maybe he was going to leave. Instead, he opened his stall door and walked in front of mine. “Open the fucking door NOW bitch, or you’re going to regret it even more.” I don’t know why, but despite feeling somewhat safe behind the locked door, I reached out and slid the lock open. The guy standing before me was about 5’9, not remarkable in any way and with his cock hanging softly out his pants. Despite his generic look, there was some thing that made me listen as he ordered me to my knees. On my knees, in the stall, he stood and looked at me. “Such a little pussy fag boy to be following orders from me. You wanna suck my dick for real now?” I shook my head and said, “No.” He looked at me, a look of confusion on his face. “Open your mouth faggot.” I slowly opened my mouth. “Stick your tongue out,” and I did. “Stay just like that boy,” and he pulled his phone out. “I think I recognize you, don’t I?” With tears in my eyes again, I simply nodded. “Let’s see, something’s missing…” With his camera recording, he spit a huge glob of spit and phlegm straight into my mouth and on my tongue. “Yeah, that’s why I recognize you. Swallow that spit you fucking freak and thank me for it.” I pulled my tongue in my mouth, felt the glob slide back in my mouth and I swallowed it. “Thank you.” “Open up again.” He took a step in and placed his cock at the edge of my lips. “Slide your pussy mouth all the way down and swallow my cock. If you fuck up again this time, I’ve got an idea that you’re going to hate.” I tried to slide down his cock, but I was so disgusted by the thought of another guy walking in and seeing this that I could barely focus. “I warned you boy. If I feel any teeth between now and when I shoot, I’m taking teeth with me when I leave.” He set his phone on the toilet paper dispenser, the camera at almost level height with my head. With his left hand, he curled his fingers into my hair and yanked my head forward, shoving his dick deep in my mouth and into my throat. “That’s it bitch, open that cunt throat for me.” He angled my head so that he could thrust past the top of my throat and slammed balls deep in me. He held me there for what seemed forever, my air flow slowing and then eventually ending all together. This began a panic in me and I tried pushing him away, but he held firm, laughed and said, “Yeah boy, fight me. There’s only one way I’m pulling back.” In my panic, feeling life blur around me, I pushed at his legs, slapped at them, slapped at his stomach; nothing but slight thrusting of his cock in my throat. Finally, in full panic, something struck me (both physically and mentally). Using the last bit of strength I could muster, I grabbed at his balls and pulled. “You fucking little queer,” he grunted and pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth. I fell forward, gasping for air, and landed in his smelly balls. He grabbed my head again, tipping it back slightly and as I gasped for another gulp of air, he shoved balls deep in me again, but this time he didn’t stop. Instead, he introduced me to what would later be identified as skull fucking. “Yeah bitch, you’re going to really have to learn to suck cock if you’re going to be at the gloryhole. Unless, you’re the kind of faggot who backs his ass up to the wall and lets guy fuck him like a girl. Is that what you are?” I struggled to shake my head, but his hands in my hair were like vises. He continued to rape my mouth and I could hear other sounds as more guys were coming in to the bathroom. Some guys were disgusted by what they saw and called us faggots. Some only called me a faggot and told the guy pounding my throat to, “Fucking destroy his faggot throat.” I heard one guy tell the throat fucker, “Bring him out here, I wanna see something.” Slamming his cock in my throat again, he began pulling me by the hair, on my knees, into the main area, between the urinals and stalls. My shorts, which had been around my ankles slid all the way off, leaving me in a torn shirt, jockstrap and shoes. I looked around and saw about 6 guys watching, some rubbing their cocks in their pants, two were openly stroking themselves and the one who had me pulled out, was pushing his pants down. He reached down and grabbed my ankles and swung me around and told the guy in my throat, “Back up against the wall.” The guy in my throat began to ask, “What…” and the older guy just said, “Shut up you little punk, or you’ll have my dick down your throat in a minute.”

I'm having to reconstruct the next couple parts of Joey's story due to computer getting hacked. Hoping to have it down in a couple of days.

I'm not a major as Max, but I'd audition for his role. But I'd be more than willing to turn out a true chasing character, willing to beg for toxic men to gang rape my ass and have that look of shame and fear on my face while it's happening, knowing that I'm doing something truly dangerous, tinged with the knowledge that my hole is being wrecked with poz loads

I've watched this dozens of time. While they're was talking from the actor and the director about bug chasing, I don't think the movie is really about that. No think it's more about a man who never connected with his father, and has been chasing for that connection since.

thanks for the positive feedback guys. it makes me enjoy my debauchery. Part 3 Why the fuck did I say what I said? Why didn’t I tell them about Coach? I began walking towards my dorm. I was not paying attention to the world around me when I walked into someone. “What the fuck man, watch where you’re…” I looked up and felt my stomach tighten. It was the guy from outside the dorm. “You fucking little faggot, you just keep cumming onto me don’t you.” “No, asshole. You’re the one who…” “Shut your mouth bitch.” I did. “I warned you earlier. Now it’s time.” He grabbed me by the back of the shirt. “It’s time you learn some manners,” and he began shoving me over to a building. People watched as he did this, no one stopping him. “Let me the fuck go asshole.” “I might, when I’m done using you bitch.” He walked me into the building and to the closest bathroom. “Get the fuck in there, and strip.” “What, no.” “You can either get in a stall and strip, or I’ll strip you out here and let guys watch.” “Fuck you,” I moved to get away from him. “Again, you’re the one getting fucked, not me.” He grabbed the back of my shirt, tearing it further, and for someone who didn’t look very big, he was surprisingly strong. He jerked me back, tossing me to the floor. I came very close to cracking the back of my head on the tile floor. He reached down, pulling me up by the front of the shirt, ripping it down the middle while doing so. He pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. “Nice piercings,” twisting hard on each one, turning the bars, and my nipples almost 90 degrees. I groaned in pain, and begged him to stop. He let go of one nipple, moving his hand to the button on my shorts. He was in the process of unzipping them when the door opened and another guy walked in. He saw us in the middle of the bathroom and walked over to take a piss. “Don’t let me interrupt you guys.” I looked over at the new guy, tried to beg him for help. My attacker simply whispered, “Do it, see what happens.” I started to say something and stopped. The other guy saw me staring at him and just laughed. “Really man, you want both of us? At the same time? Man, that is some seriously fucked up shit.” He looked over at my attacker and cocked his head, letting him choose. My attacker thought briefly, and then said, “Cum on over, but I get first crack at his cunt.” The new guy walked over, setting his bag on the floor. He stood behind me and helped force my shorts down around my ankles and instructing me, “Step out of them,” which I did. I heard the guy behind me sniff the air and then said, “Damn, man. You are not getting first crack at anything. This bitch has been marked, and he is leaking cum.” First guy laughed, “I know. He and I had a run in an hour ago, he was with a guy old enough to be his dad; I think it was his boyfriend or something. He was leaking then. Dude, how much cum do you have in you?” I looked at him and pointed to the tattoo. “No fucking way. That’s disgusting.” The second guy asked what. “Bitch says he has 77 loads in him.” The second guy, “Un-fucking real. I’ve done sloppy seconds, even sloppy thirds. But 77, damn he’s gonna be open like a tunnel back there to have taken so much.” They moved me over to the sinks and mirrors. “Stick that pussy out for us. Let us see that fine ass.” I tried to tell them to let me go, but they only laughed. “You’ll go when we’re done.” They worked together to push me over, causing my ass to be on full display. “Lift your head up and look in the mirror. I want to watch you watching me.” I lifted my head as ordered and looked him in the face. I was horrified by what I saw, a phone stuck in front of his face, apparently ready to record what ever he was gonna do. “Smile for the camera, bitch.” He reached into the sticky crack of my ass and said, “Let’s find that sloppy pussy, see if we can use it.” After digging around for a moment, in the cummy remnants of 77 rapes, his finger found my hole. “I don’t fucking believe this.” “How loose is it? Can you get several fingers in there?” “He’s not loose. He’s as tight as a virgin.” “Let me feel,” and another hand entered my ass crack. He too found the hole and whistled, “Guess we can have some fun wrecking his hole.” Guy number one took his cock out and used cum from my crack to lube up. “I’d ask about a condom, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want one do you bitch?” They both laughed at his joke and he slid his cock between my cheeks. He handed the phone to the other guy, “Do me a favor, record this, just keep my face clear. Can’t let the guys see me take this bitch, or they’ll all be begging to swallow my cock.” I looked at his reflection in the dirty mirror. His eyes were staring back at me. “Please, don’t do this. I don’t…” I gasped as, for the umpteenth time in less then 15 hours, another cock was shoved up my ass. As with each violation before, it hurt as if I was losing my virginity. “Holy shit, this bitch is ridiculously tight. But there is so much cum in him.” I could hear the squelching sound that only meant the cum in my ass was getting fucked either deeper in me, or was getting pulled out by the big cock raping me. “Damn, I can’t believe he’s taking you balls deep. What a fucking cunt.” He started fucking, and I could see the signs in his face, and hear in his sounds, he was losing it very quickly. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna dump in you. You want it boy? Tell me you want it.” I shook my head, and said, “No. Please…” and again, my ass was set afire with the scalding of another load. “Oh fuck, yeah, bitch I told you. Shooting deep in that sloppy cunt.” A couple of spasms more, and he pulled out. The other guy tried to wait, but was ready. “Cum on man, let me in there.” The first guy took his phone and moved after a few seconds, and I watched as number 2 moved in behind me. He shoved his cock in my crack, expecting a loose hole. His reaction would have been comical, if I wasn’t about to feel another cock in my ass. His eyes widened and he gasped, “Holy shit.” He found my tight hole and, regaining his composure, said, “Open your tight cunt for me.” I pushed out, and he slid in, riding the stream of cum, all the way in. I grunted in pain, and he just smiled at me, “I think I’m in love with this pussy. I’ve never been in such a tight wet hole.” He started fucking me, trying to last as long as possible, but he only lasted a few seconds longer than the first guy. “Oh, god. Oh yeah. I’m fucking cumming in your cunt boy. Here you gooooooooooooo.” #78 and 79. If I ask him, will he slam my head in the mirror? Strangle me? Snap my neck? He pulled out and spent a few seconds to gather himself. “Get on your knees and clean us up.” The first guy just looked at the second guy and smiled. I turned and dropped to my knees. Two wet cocks, covered in who knows how many different strains of cum were shoved into my mouth. I gagged on the pure disgusting taste and knowledge of where this cum came from. After they were satisfied that I had cleaned them well enough, they each moved to a urinal to piss while I stayed motionless on the floor. Number 2 watched me not moving and said, “Crawl over here, you fucking slut.” I fought it, but I couldn’t stop myself from crawling over on my hands and knees. “Just like a trained bitch. How far will you let me go?” I looked at him and could only mutter, “Please.” The guy grabbed my hair and pulled me into the urinal, “Lick it.” Number 1 said, “Dude, that’s a little much don’t you think?” Number 2, “Nah, he’s going to enjoy it.” I looked at the white porcelain of the urinal and saw a few drops of piss and some stray pubes. I wanted to vomit but my tongue reached out and licked the drops up. I looked up at my demented captor and begged, “Please, just let me go.” He laughed and said, “I still gotta piss. You interrupted me when I came in here and I think you should apologize for that.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry.” He snarled at me, spit in my mouth and said, “I don’t think you mean it. Tip your head back in the basin boy.” I put my head in the basin of the urinal and closed my eyes. “Open your eyes faggot,” and I opened them to see another camera staring down at me. “I think this video might make a few extra dollars. I know there are guys who’ll love seeing a naked jock getting his face soaked with piss and even drinking it.” As he finished saying it, a stream of hot, clear piss started from his cock. The first drops hit my chest, but soon it was hitting my face, slipping up my nose, causing me to cough. “Open that mouth and let me fill it up.” I sat there feeling so disgusted as my mouth was filled with hot piss until it started dripping out. “Swallow.” I tried to swallow, but it caused me to choke and lose most of it. “You fucking bitch, I told you to swallow.” I was kicked in the balls and told not to mess up again. He pissed straight in my mouth, making me swallow it as quickly as I could. Number 1 stood there and muttered, “Damn.” As number 2 finished his piss, he looked down and said, “Thank me for your drink.” I looked at him, wanting to tell him to go fuck himself, but again, my words were not mine. “Thank you Sir for pissing on my face and letting me drink it. I’m sorry I spilled it, I will do better next time.” Both guys started to laugh and number 1 said, “Fuck, this is so disgusting. I think I want to try it. Get your mouth over here bitch. I want you to drink me, but don’t you get me wet.” I maneuvered so that I had my head tilted backwards, my mouth just under his cock head. He started pissing right away and number 2 was getting it all on video. I managed to swallow most of his piss, with only a few mouths full spilling. After they were done, they both got dressed. Number 2 gave number 1 his email asking for the video of me taking his cock and cum. He even told number 1 he could make some money posting the movie. Number 1 looked at me, and said, “I think this bitch is going to be making some people a lot of money.” Number 2 left, and number 1 leaned back against the sink, looking at me sitting naked on the floor, still leaking cum from my ass and piss dripping from my face. “You better get dressed, before some more guys come in here. Unless you want more guys already?” I looked at him, silently, and grabbed my shorts. I slid into them and stood up. He threw my shirt to me and said, “Dry your face.” I dried my face and did not take my eyes off of him as he walked up to me. “I’ll be sure to see you around Joey. I think I’m going to be making some fine use of that boy pussy you got there. And, I think I have some guys who might like to use it too.” He looked at his watch, “Damn it’s almost 11:00, got to run to class. I’d keep a close eye on Yeti today, if I were you. I think there’s already one video of our meet and greet earlier. I think there’s gonna be another one pretty soon of you spreading your ass for my cock.” I started to say something when he stuck a finger over my mouth. “Shut up, Joey.” He looked at me and something in his eyes chilled me to the bone. His words burned deep into me, “Keep fighting boy, I am enjoying your pain.” Suddenly, his eyes flared and he lightly touched his lips to mine and I felt a searing, burning touch from them. Deep in my mind, a brief image flashed of a red face and horns, laughing. Suddenly, I was slapped hard across the face. “Don’t you ever try and kiss me you fucking queer. I’ll break your neck if you do that again.” He turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the bathroom.