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So I was 20 and vacationing in Provincetown for my first time. I certainly was no angel and had had plenty of sex before. In fact, I was a bottom extraordinaire. I could take big dick, I had been fisted, I was kinky – I loved dom/sub play and piss play and spanking, etc. I thought I could play with the big boys. I was pretty big myself. I mean, I was 6’, lean and muscular, thick 8” cock that I never used, and nice round bubble butt from playing soccer throughout middle school and high school. People said that I looked like Ashton Kutcher right down to my mop of hair. I was hoping for some hot guys to really work me over in Ptown. I had never expected him. It was late one night…I had already been out to whatever dance party had happened that night. After the bars closed at 1:00 A.M. (Massachusetts state law), and I had hung around outside of Spiritus Pizza. I didn’t eat any, of course. I mean, I had gone out already prepped to bottom hoping to be taken home and get my brains fucked out. I still held onto that hope and didn’t want greasy pizza fucking with my stomach. But no one that I was meeting or talking with was doing it for me. I contemplated hitting the Dick Dock –a place in Ptown where you go to have anonymous sex – but I didn’t have the courage. As much as that kind of dirty sex seemed hot, I didn’t want to catch anything. So I hung out with my friends for a little bit longer and then headed back to where I was staying. By now it was about 3:00 A.M. As I walked, I opened Scruff on my phone to take one last look around and that’s when I saw his pic. A tight torso in a leather harness giving the thumbs up with a goofy smirk on his face. A face that was rugged and cute all at the same time. His body was jock built – large pecs cut into his chest and eight lean ripped abs covered with a dusting of brown hair; thick biceps and cut triceps totally defined even just giving a thumbs up. My cock stirred in my shorts as I read his profile: P4N Age 38 Height 6’2” Weight 195 I’m the top, you’re the bottom, that’s the end of the discussion. If you say yes on here and show up, you take it the way I give it to you. It’s big and there will be no whining. If you tell me you say you’re into something, be into it cuz we will be doing it whether you chicken out or not. Be hot, be ready, and be real. Now don’t be a pussy and hit me up. I couldn’t type fast enough… Me: Hey sir, hot profile and pic. What’s going on? No response. I unlocked my pix, still no response. It had been almost 10 minutes, and I was almost home. Ugh, I wanted dick. I had almost given up, when there it was…1 message from P4N. P4N: tight hole? Me: Very tight. P4N: can it take 9? Me: Yessir, no problem. P4N: you have ff, piss, and being submissive in your profile Me: Yessir. P4N: you neg? Me: Yessir, tested right before I came here. P4N: host? Fuck, fuck, fuck!! I couldn’t host. And clearly, neither could he. I was going to lose this hot fuck to not having a place to go. Shit! Me: I can’t, sir. Nothing. No response. I was home, but I wanted to stall. I sat down on the front steps of my rental house and waited. Finally – P4N: i’ll fuck you in the parking lot of my b&b Me: What? P4N: take it or leave it. sending you the location. let me know your eta. And with that, he sent me his location. I had never done anything like this before…but isn’t that what I wanted? A guy to really challenge me and work me over. I had to do it. Me: 10 minutes. P4N: see you then. I started walking, butterflies in my stomach stirring as I approached his inn. I found the place and walked around the building to get to the parking lot. It was a small gravel parking lot and I couldn’t see anyone else there. There was only one street light about 50 feet away from the cars. That’s when he stepped out from behind a pick-up truck wearing nothing but a harness – a different one from his pic. He was stroking his cock already and it was huge. I realized I had never asked for a pic of it, but he hadn’t lied. It was a solid nine and really thick and veiny. He gestured me over to him with his head. I quickly walked over to him and said, “Hi. Glad this worked out.” He took me by the shoulders and pushed me to my knees saying, “Shut up. You’re here to take dick, not make friends.” My knees hit the gravel but I didn’t have time to think about the scrapes because he moved one of his hands to my head and lined his cock up with my mouth with his other hand. Before I knew it his fat cock was jammed into my face, skull fucking me. It all happened so quickly but he wrapped my hair into his fingers and roughly pulled and yanked my mouth on and off his cock. His cock tasted funny. I couldn’t place it and I didn’t mind, but it didn’t taste like what I was used to. My throat struggled to keep up with his assault. I gagged and sputtered, saliva flying everywhere and soaking my shirt. His big balls swung and hit my chin over and over. I looked up and saw him tweaking his own nipple with his head thrown back, eyes closed. He had no concern or regard for me. He was probably thinking about somebody else. He was really just using me. I loved it and was rock hard. “That’s right, bitch. Open that mouth cunt, you stupid whore.” He slammed harder into my face and felt my uvula bruise. It wouldn’t be until the next day when I looked in the mirror and saw it hanging there all black and blue that I would realize that that’s what happened. Finally, he threw me off his cock. I landed on my ass, my hands scraping the gravel. I didn’t realize how much he was pulling my hair until this release and my head hurt. He aggressively approached me and pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it next to the tire of the car we were in front of. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered and I scrambled to my feet. He easily lifted me up and plopped me on the trunk of the car, my loosely tied tennis shoes falling off my feet to the ground. “Is this your car?” I asked, unaware of how ridiculous that question was. The problem was that I was still under the impression that I was a person to him. I wasn’t. I was a bottom. “Fuck no,” was his only response, and with that he yanked my underwear and shorts down to my knees. So there I was on some car in a parking lot on my back with my legs up, my shorts and underwear at my knees. He spit a few times on my hole and rubbed his saliva soaked cock against it. I had never been fucked without lube before. He started pushing in and I tried to relax. I started to moan and wail as he ripped into my pucker. Most guys loved my ass and reveled in licking and playing with my young pink hole to open me up, but he was only interested in getting his dick into it. His hand clamped over my mouth and he continued to impale me with all 9 inches. “That’s right, slut. That’s what it’s for. It’s for cock. It’s for cum.” My eyes widened and I looked up at him … or rather, the part of him I could see around my shorts and underwear. I had never let a guy cum in me before. He saw my look. He chuckled, “First time getting bred, huh?” I nodded furiously under the hand over my mouth. “Tough shit, not your choice. You read my profile.” And with that he stabbed my wrecked guts with a two extremely deep thrusts. I was in shock and extreme pain, but this guy was fucking me in a way I can’t describe. I could feel my ass being pulled out of my body every time he withdrew and I could feel my insides being tossed aside when he rammed it home. He hit spots that I didn’t know I had. I was didn’t know how much I could take but I never wanted it to stop. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me. I squeaked with agony, but didn’t have time to think about my throbbing asshole because he threw me to my knees again and shoved his slimy cock into my mouth. I sucked and slobbered, tasting his precum and my innards all over this beautiful cock. “Fuck yeah, eat your ass off my dick, bitch. All those ass juices. Taste both of those asses on my dick. Fuck yeah.” Both of those asses? I didn’t have much time to think. He pulled my up by my arms and bent me over the trunk of the car. In one thrust, he buried his nine inches in my bubble butt and clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream. He went back to fucking me and once my screaming had subsided, he moved the hand to my hair and used my shaggy mop as reins, fucking me like a whore. “Goddamn, yeah. You are tight but it’s a big ass once you get inside. You know that? You have a whore’s ass once you get past that pucker. Not like the slut I fucked before you got here, he was tight through and through.” “W-w-what?” I stuttered in between thrusts, my voice shaking. “That’s why I can’t host, he’s still in my bed sleeping. Didn’t want to wake him up. Could you taste is ass on my dick? Feel his ass juices inside your ass? His ass was all over my dick this whole time, cunt.” I couldn’t believe I had allowed this. I was just another hole…and I had no idea who this other guy was…and I had juice from deep inside of him in my mouth and in my ass. “You didn’t tell me that,” I said. He slapped my ass hard. I yelped, knowing he left a red mark. “You didn’t ask, slut. In fact, you didn’t ask much. I asked all the questions and now you’re getting what you wanted. I’m gonna’ knock you up and tag you, you stupid cunt.” I moaned and whimpered as he sawed into my ass cunt harder and harder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” I started to chant as I felt him balloon inside of me. “Do you know what that means, faggot?” he asked me. “Yes,” I whined. “It means you’re going to cum in me, sir.” “More than that, little boy,” he growled. “I’m going to poz you, you fucking cum catch.” I started to panic and claw the car, but he held me firmly in place, fucking into me like a dog. “But – but – but – you said you were neg!” “No, I didn’t,” he started slapping my ass repeatedly. “I asked YOU if YOU were neg. I never said I was.” He was right. I remembered the conversation now…I had assumed he was asking to make sure I wouldn’t give him anything, but he was asking to make sure that he WOULD give me something. I kept clawing the car but there was nothing I could do. His voice went to almost a whisper, “You’re not tight any more, cum dump. You’re so fucking loose now, so fucking loose. Like a loose cunt. And I’m going to impregnate you with my fucking strain. And you’re going to love it. Say it, say it.” “I’m going to love it,” I cried. “I don’t believe you,” he slapped my ass some more – I was definitely going to be bruised. “Tell me you want that toxic seed.” “Please don’t. Please.” “Doesn’t it feel good?” he asked. Slap! Slap! Slap! “Yes, I love it! It feels amazing! But I don’t want to get sick, please…” “Beg me to keep fucking you!” he barked. I just grunted and took his violent pounding. He pulled my hard and spit on my back, “Start begging or I stop fucking you and go back inside.” I couldn’t let that happen. He was giving me the fucking of my life and my ass was loving it. “Please,” I offered. “Please what, bitch?” he barked. “Please, please keep fucking me.” “Fuck you, I’m gonna’ stop. Grab your shit and go.” He started to slide out of my hole. “No, please. Please sir…I’m begging you. I love your cock in me. Please keep fucking me. I’m a worthless piece of shit faggot that wants your cock in me, please!” He slid back in, knocking through my second sphincter, “That’s better, slut.” I was still scared to death of his cum so I added, “Just please, I don’t want you to cum in me.” Slap! Slap! Slap! I yelled out as he wrecked my hole and smacked my ass. “Who fucking cares what you want, cock sleeve. Get ready for my poz nut, bitch!” And with that he punched me on the ass, making me clench and pulled me back by the hair close so that my ear was by his mouth. He let out a series of guttural grunts and I felt his cock pulse against my sensitive ass walls. I counted six, seven, eight, nine shots as his cum hit the deepest parts of my hole. And this was his second cum shot in just a few hours??? Jesus! As he continued to fuck his load into me, I felt my own dick jerk and shoot all over the trunk of the car. Another first. I had never cum hands free before. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Feel that poisonous cum drench your pussy. It’s giving you my babies, cunt. You got my sick in you now. You’re mine, all mine.” As our breathing started to even out, he said, “Now hold still…” I felt warmth rush into me. “W-what—“ “You said you were into piss. And I need to piss.” He was peeing in my ass, bloating my insides. I moaned and cooed feeling his steaming urine fill me up. “Okay,” he said. “I’m going to pull out. Clench your ass so you don’t lose a drop.” I did as I was told and squeezed my hole as he pulled out, keeping his piss in me. Once he was fully out, he gently pulled up my underwear and shorts so that they were back on me. Then he turned me around and for the first time, kissed me, pinning me against the car. I loved having his mouth on mine but something seemed off. Then I realized what it was. He had me pinned and as he kissed me, he used his hand to press against my abdomen. My eyes shot open, bulging as he continued to cram his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight him off, but he was too powerful. All the strength from his huge bicep and tricep was focused on my bloated insides. I moaned and whined trying to make him stop but his eyes just locked on mine viciously. He smiled as he continued to kiss me and push on my stomach. I was clenching my ass and trying to keep from letting all of the body fluids in my cunt from pouring out, but he wasn’t having it. He just kept pressing and then suddenly he drew his hand back and stabbed it forward catching me off guard. All of his piss and his cum shot out of my wrecked ass, drenching my underwear and my shorts. He stopped kissing me and stepped back to watch my shorts turn darker from the explosion and see his piss and cum drip down my bare legs. I let out a mortified moan and looked at him with teary eyes. I looked up at him and he was just smiling smugly, laughing at me. “So pathetic…” he laughed under his breath. I thought he was done humiliating me, but he wasn’t. He took aim at my shirt on the ground and started to piss all over it. “That’s my shirt, man!” I squeaked out. “I know what the fuck it is,” he grabbed me by the arm to prevent me from getting it out of his line of fire. “You said you liked piss, I’m giving you piss.” And with that he stopped his stream and then fired his urine into both of my shoes that had landed on the ground when he first lifted me onto the trunk of the car. Finally, he stopped peeing and he said, “Get into your shoes.” I just stood there so he repeated with more force, “Get into your fucking shoes, bitch.” I stepped into my piss-soaked shoes. They were drenched, squishing with his piss every time I changed my weight from one foot to the other. “Now get your shirt, cum dump,” he ordered. I picked up my shirt, completely wet and dripping with his stinking urine. “Wait, before you put it on…wring it out over your head.” “No sir, please…” He scoffed, “You bitches are all the same. You say you’re submissive and that you’re into shit, but you just chicken out in the end. So fucked up.” And he started to walk away. I felt like a failure. “Wait sir,” I said. He turned back and I lifted my shirt above my head and twisted it until cascades of his rank urine fell over me drenching my hair, stinging my eyes, and running in rivulets down my torso. I wanted to cry. This was the most used I had ever felt. “Stick your tongue out, cunt,” he said, dissatisfied. As I continued to ring the shirt out over my head, I stuck my tongue out and tried to catch some of his piss in my mouth. I turned my head up and let it fall directly into my swollen lips and drank him. When the waterfall of urine finally stopped, I looked back at him for approval. He nodded and said, “Put your shirt on, fuck hole.” I did as he said and slid the shirt on which much difficulty. There I stood, covered head to toe in piss and cum, my ass walls covered in poz seed, and without having cum myself. “Now you can go home,” he told me. “Can I clean up first…just a little?” I had always assumed he would let me use his bathroom after all of this. “Fuck no. I don’t want to wake my buddy.” “But what if I run into people. Or my housemates when I get home or—“ “I could give a shit, you stupid cunt. So what if they know what you are. You shouldn’t do it unless you’re willing to own it. Now go walk through the streets covered in my cum and piss and take whatever humiliation comes with it. Pretty good cunt by the way.” And with that, he turned and walked back to the house. I never saw him again. On my walk home – which thankfully, it was almost 5:00 A.M. so I only had to deal with two or three guys passing me and laughing when they thought I was out of ear shot. I tried to find him on Scruff to say that I had a good time and would love to do it again, but I couldn’t find him in my messages or in my views…which only meant one thing. He walked back to his house and immediately blocked me. I had been treated like a whore before but this was extreme. I immediately opened Grindr to see if he was there, and sure enough he was. I messaged him: Hey sir, I had a great time. Would love to do it again. Within a minute, his profile disappeared from my screen. He had blocked me there too. He was done with me. As I would find out a month later, he had pozzed me, and he was done with me. And I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. The end.

Whore house!

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 16 (Teachers’ Pet) The email read: Crossroad’s Motel. Tomorrow night 7pm. I’ll be home late. The Crossroad’s Motel was a sketchy hotel on the edge of town that charged in 3 hour time slots. I did my best to rest my aching ass for the next 36 hours, and then around 5pm the next day, I cleaned out my money-maker, threw on a jock, and headed for the hotel. I gave the clerk my name and she tossed me a key, clicking her tongue and shaking her head. It was 6:45 when I walked into the hotel room, I almost fell over from the shock. Standing and sitting around in various stages of nudity were 7 of my teachers from the past 12 years of my life. Before I had time to process this, I was being grabbed and the door was shut and locked behind me. I felt powerful hands rip my shirt down my back as another pair of hands roughly unbuttoned my fly and tore my fly to shreds. A mouth clamped over my mouth. It was Mr. Thomas, my third grade teacher. His tongue swirled in my mouth as I looked into his eyes and he placed my hand on one of his flabby tits, prompting me to play with his hairy nipple. He took me roughly by my face and turned my head to the left where a wad of spit splattered across my cheek. It dripped into my mouth as I recognized Mr. Jacobs, my middle school P.E. teacher wiping his mouth from the saliva he had just showered me with. In contrast to Mr. Thomas’ pot belly, saggy chest, and jowly face, Mr. Jacobs was still broad with muscle and chiseled abs heaving in and out as his handsome face sneered at me saying, “You were such a fucking tease in 8th grade, you little cunt. I’m so pissed that I wasn’t the first one in those holes when I know you wanted them back then.” I looked down to Mr. Jacobs’ 7.5 inch cock standing at attention, thick with veins. He jerked his meat a bit and slapped me in the face as I felt a tongue lunge into my ass. I instinctively bent over and was force fed a nice fat 7-incher that belonged to Mr. Holden, my high school Spanish teacher. He was tall and lean, in his 30s, and his precum poured into my mouth. One of my hands was placed on Mr. Thomas’ cock, which was enormous…much bigger than I had ever though this toad-ish man would be packing. It was fat and uncut, measuring in at probably 10 inches. Mr. Jacobs took the place of the tongue, spitting on my hole and his dick, and slid himself into my fuckhole. I squealed on the thick cock in my mouth as Mr. Jacobs started sawing into me. I could feel his juices dripping down my nut sack and onto my jeans, which were just barely half way down my thighs. The teacher that had been eating my ass came into view. It was Mr. Sawyer, my elementary school principal, stroking a nice 8 inch piece that he proceeded to push into my mouth next to Mr. Holden’s dick. I gagged and slurped on both cocks as I squeezed Mr. Jacobs’ cock with my pussy. “Suck those cocks, you piece of shit,” Mr. Holden snarled. “Fuck yeah, take all that dick,” Mr. Jacobs said and spit on my back. This provoked two or three of the other teachers to spit on my back and in my hair. Mr. Jacobs reached up and rubbed it into my skin and scalp. Abrubtly, Mr. Jacobs pulled out of me, and I was flipped onto my back on the bed. With my ripped jeans still tangled around my legs, Mr. Lyell – my pre-Calculus teacher – held my ankles while Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) pushed his supersized cock into me, his stomach flopping over my tiny dick. Meanwhile, Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) stuffed his dirty cock into my mouth saying, “Suck your ass off my dick, boy. It’s your juice, get it off my dick.” My eyes darted to the right to see Mr. Garth – my kindergarten teacher – and Mr. Middleman – my Sunday school teacher – watching me get reamed and jerking some pretty big cocks of their own. Mr. Garth was ancient with a distended belly, sunken cheeks, and a 8.5 inch uncut cock, leaking a string of precum through the foreskin. Mr. Middleman was a fit guy in his 50s, still wearing a wife beater T-shirt over his muscular chest and flat stomach, stroking a 7-inch beer can cock with some of the biggest low hangers I had ever seen. The huge dick inside of me trenched out my guts again and again making my boy cunt spasm and convulse in an orgasm. I felt my jeans pulled the rest of the way off of my legs by somebody leaving me only in my jock and one sock. “I heard you came just like a bitch,” Mr. Thomas (3rd grade teacher) laughed at me. “Yes sir,” I garbled through Mr. Jacobs’ cock. “My turn,” Mr. Thomas said and I felt a wave of semen flood my insides. I moaned and came again, letting Mr. Jacobs’ cock flop out of my mouth as I wrapped my legs around Mr. Thomas trying to milk every drop of sperm from his expanding meat. His fat belly rolled and slapped over my tight body as he collapsed on top of me, spent. With a firm slap to my face, Mr. Thomas pulled out of me with a sticky plop. My gaping hole was filled by Mr. Garth immediately. He must have been 70, easily and as I felt his 8.5 inches hit my colon, he clamped his mouth over mine. “Who woulda’ thought when I was teaching you ABC’s that I’d be fucking your pretty pink hole raw one day?” he murmured in my ear. He began a series of strokes into my cunt where he pull all the way up and crawl quickly up to my face to shove it in my mouth and then go back to a full stroke into my hole. My insides were in constant shock with each sudden stab, and my mouth was flooded with varying strong tastes of ass juice and cum depending on how much got trapped under his foreskin with each thrust. Suddenly, on one of his thrusts, he stayed inside of me. He groaned and his hand grabbed my hair violently, pulling my head back. His mouth just over mine, he said, “Fuck, your little boy insides are making my old cock cum hard. Take my dirty seed, cunt boy. You deserve my old man spunk.” And with that he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deep. I felt his dentures move against my tongue and my ass came as he poured his poz spunk into my boyhole. “Let’s really stretch the slut,” Mr. Jacobs (middle school P.E. teacher) bellowed and he pulled me off of the enormous cock, flipped me over, and before I knew I was riding his 7.5 inches, the drastic curve up stabbing me right in my prostate. Without missing a beat, Mr. Sawyer (elementary principal) saddled up behind me and pushed his 8 inches in next to Mr. Jacobs. I howled and thrashed, only to be muted by Mr. Middleman (Sunday school teacher) taking me by the jaw and placing his beer can in my throat. As I was DP’d, Mr. Middleman brutally face fucked me, his huge balls slapping my chin noisily. They were so big that they would swing up and slap my cheeks sometimes. I drooled, coughed, and choked on his delicious cock, feeling his amazing balls gradually tighten. He just kept a hold of my hair, calmly talking to me, “That’s it, you fuck hole, take all that cock. You have to make up for the fact that you have a tiny dick instead of a pussy. You should have a pussy, that was just a mistake. You don’t need a dick, you need more holes. Open that throat, take my monster, make me cum. Come on, fuck toy, be a good cum bucket, be a good receptacle for semen, you little piece of bitch. Cunt out on those cocks.” I moaned and whimpered, my ass pulsing and cumming every few minutes. Mr. Middleman tapped Mr. Sawyer on the shoulder. Mr. Sawyer immediately understood and pulled out of me. Mr. Middleman jumped into his place and the beer can ripped my asshole as it pushed in next to Mr. Jacobs. I screamed out as Mr. Middleman pummeled my overstretched boy pussy like an animal with a need to breed. He reached around and pinched my nipples hard grunting, “You’re a fucking cunt, you’re such a fucking cunt, are you a fucking cunt?” “Yes,” I breathed out, in tears. “Are you a fucking cunt?!?!?” “Yes!” I cried. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CUNT???” “Yes, God, yes!!!” I pleaded. “ARE YOU?????” “I’M A FUCKING CUNT! I’M YOUR FUCKING CUNT!” I screamed almost ready to pass out from the violent fucking I was getting, my hole torn and stretched without regard. Mr. Middleman shook and grunted, pulling my head back by my hair and going back and forth between slapping my ass and slapping the side of my head as he shot forcefully into my guts. I yelped and cried as he used my hole as nothing more than a place to put his spunk. As his orgasm subsided, he continued to fuck into me until he went soft and my ass squeezed him out. He stood up and put his sloppy, but still fucking big, dick into my mouth which I greedily sapped for its ass and dick juice. I could feel Mr. Middleman’s jizz leaking out over Mr. Jacobs rock-hard cock as it continued to fuck into me with its steady rhythm. Mr. Jacobs powerful hands took me by the legs and spun me around face away from him. His curved dick hitting me in a new spot, me whimpering at the new angle. My legs were hoisted up and Mr. Lyell (pre-calculus) slid his long 9 inches into me, reaching past Mr. Jacobs and making me ass-cum immediately. I bucked and thrashed but Mr. Jacobs held me steady. As the two men fucked into my backside, Mr. Sawyer, put his cock into my mouth still slick with my cunt juice. I sucked Mr. Sawyer’s dick like a pacifier and tried to enjoy the fucking I was getting. I felt like my cunt was going to fall off, but I grunted and tried to be a good whore. Mr. Jacobs started egging Mr. Lyell on, “Yeah, feel those pink walls? I told you there’s nothing like a raw boy pussy. Come on, Mike, let’s cum together. Just think about this little bitch half your age taking your nut. Yeah, there’s nothing he wants more than your nut right now. Just think about the fact that you’re in him and own him right now, nothing between you, skin-to-skin. Your thick load is going to be with him forever, come on, cum with me.” “I’m close. I’m gonna’ blow, man!” Mr. Lyell spat into my face even though he was addressing Mr. Jacobs. “Let’s do it. Let’s knock this faggot up!” Mr. Jacobs yelled. I felt Mr. Jacobs swell first and I breathed in with a gasp, but immediately after, Mr. Lyell’s cock got much much thicker and I thought my stomach was going to burst. Both of them let loose, spurts of cum volleying in different rhythms from each cock, hitting my sensitive innards. I was wracked with pain and pleasure as these already-large cocks got even bigger, trying to impregnate me in what I knew was a futile effort but what felt like they had definitely found my womb and it was being fertilized. Both men’s muscled relaxed and their breathing got more steady and their cocks jerked and pulsed with tiny waves of left over need. Mr. Jacobs tapped my ass twice and I pulled myself off of his semi-erect cock. My hips were immediately grabbed and I was brought up onto all fours, Mr. Holden (Spanish teacher) pushing his fat 7-incher into my sloppy butt hole. Right away, he began taunting, “You a bitch? You a bitch?” “Yes,” I moaned. “Act like a bitch then. Bark for me. Bark like a bitch, bitch,” he jeered. I did as I was told and started to bark and yelp like a dog. All the teachers started to laugh at me so I stopped. “Don’t you stop, bitch,” Mr. Holden said, “You a bitch, you act like one. Bitches don’t care if they get laughed at, come on.” So I started barking again and fucking back onto his cock while the other teachers laughed at me and spit on me. Soon, Mr. Holden’s fucking got harder and harder. He grabbed my hips and plunged in as far as he could go. I winced but he yelled, “Bark, bitch, bark for me!” And I began barking like an over-excited Chihuahua as he emptied his balls deep in my bowels. He stayed there, his dick just shooting into the deepest parts of my ass, his hips married to my ass cheeks until he was totally done. Then he mutter, “You filthy cunt, barking like a dog. So fucking pathetic,” and pushed my ass off of his dick. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he held it out of my reach. “You want this, bitch?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I want to taste it,” I begged. “Then be a bitch and piss yourself right now.” “But sir…” I started. “Fuck you, bitch boy. You wanna’ eat your cunt and my cum off this cock, you piss yourself right now like a bitch,” Mr. Holden demanded. I looked into his eyes and knew I didn’t have long to decide so I laid back and focused on peeing. I felt the urine travel down my dick and I soaked my jock strap with it. It trickled down my balls and into my ass crack. The teachers all laughed and teased me, but Mr. Holden shoved his dirty dick into my mouth and I got what I wanted – to taste my ass and all those different loads on his dick. “Now make yourself cum,” he ordered. I moaned in question and looked up at him. “Take your tiny dick out of your jock and jerk it off with my dick in your mouth. You only have like 30 seconds or I take my dick back,” Mr. Holden instructed. I immediately took out my 4-incher and jerked it madly as I sucked the sludge off of Mr. Holden’s cock. The teachers were all laughing and commenting on how small I was, how much like a clit it was, how it was the same size in kindergarten or 3rd grade. I shot off my small load within a minute, which Mr. Sawyer scooped up, rubbed over his dick, and slid into my hole with me on my side still sucking Mr. Holden’s cock. Mr. Sawyer’s big 8 inches felt amazing right now and I cooed and mewed around Mr. Holden’s dick as Mr. Sawyer gave me a nice hard fucking. He played with my nips and fish-hooked my cheek as he enjoyed my cummy hole. Within 5 minutes, he was filling me with my 7th load of the night. I collapsed on the bed exhausted, but was soon scooped up by Mr. Jacobs, carried to the bathroom, and dropped in the tub. I started to get to my knees, but Mr. Holden said, “Just lie there, bitch, like the cunt slut you are.” So I laid in the tub. Mr. Jacobs added, “And keep your mouth open.” I opened my mouth just in time to feel the first stream of piss hit my face. I don’t know whose it was but pretty soon there were multiple streams of urine covering my body, flooding my mouth and nose, and drenching my hair. All 7 men emptied their bladders, pissing up and down my smooth hairless body and into my face and mouth. I sputtered a bit, but just enjoyed the warm nasty bath and drink I was receiving, reveling in what a whore I was. These men had enjoyed my body, degraded me, and gave me their seed. They planted their babies inside of me and now they were dismissing me by peeing on me. One by one, they finished and walked out of the bathroom or stayed to watch the others finish. Finally, the bathroom was empty and I had a small puddle of piss around my urine-soaked body. I heard the door open and close, open and close, open and close...until I knew that they had all left. Left with me drenched in their semen and piss. Fuck, why did I love this so much. Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 17 (All’s Well That Ends Well) About a week after the Teachers’ Gangbang, I got really sick. So sick. I knew what it was, I had been waiting long enough for it. On the 2nd day of feeling like shit, my father said, “Finally!” He abruptly said he was heading away for the weekend. I thought I was going to die, I was so sick and there was no one to take care of me. I didn’t know what to do so I texted The Beast: Hi Joe, it’s fuckhole. Please don’t get mad that I’m texting you, but I don’t know who else to turn to. I came down with the fuck flu and my dad left town for the weekend. I can’t even stand up to get any food or medicine. Even if you just got me something to help me sleep and some food that you left in my room, I would really appreciate. I’m so sorry to ask, but I didn’t know anyone else that would understand. In less than a minute, he texted back: Be there in 30 minutes, boy. I kind of floated in and out of sleep until I felt a strong hand on my forehead. My eyes half opened and I saw The Beast standing above me turning on a digital thermometer. He smiled, “If you didn’t look so pathetic, I’d put this someplace else.” I kind of grinned, but was too exhausted to laugh. He put the thermometer in my mouth. I floated out again, but was woken up by the beep of the thermometer. Joe looked at it and said, “Not too bad.” He gave me some medicine to alleviate some of the symptoms and made me some soup, which he fed me because I was too shaky not to spill it. After I finished the soup, I said weakly, “Thanks for coming over. I know you didn’t have to. I’m sure you have other things you could be doing on a Friday night. It’s early yet, you can still go have some fun.” The Beast gave a little laugh and said, “I’m not going anywhere, douche bag. This part sucks.” I looked up at this stunning man and said, “Thank…” but I fell asleep before I finished my appreciation. I woke up again to The Beast spooning me from behind. He was naked and erect. I started to stir a little but he simply said, “Shhhhhhh.” He pulled my underwear aside and nudged his lubed cock against my hole. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he said. I was so weak that my asshole gave no resistance as he pushed his thick tool into me. It stretched and hurt, but The Beast was gentle and only fucked to my second ring, but not past. With steady, slow strokes he massaged my insides with his hard cock. “Mmmmmm,” I moaned, in a daze. With little more than a grunt and some easy moaning, Joe unloaded inside of me, fucked it a bit deeper into my cunt, and then said, “I’m gonna’ make you some more soup,” before pulling out of me and leaving the room. Joe took care of me all weekend, making me food, giving me medicine, and changing my sheets when I sweated them through. He would fuck me from time-to-time when he needed to cum, but always more gently than he ever fucked me before or would ever fuck me again. When I woke up Monday morning, he was gone. He had left a note though that said: No thanks necessary. You’ll be fine. No further contact is needed. Joe. I cried for about an hour. I was so thankful for what he had done for me, but the fact that he never wanted to hear from me again, tore me apart. My father got back later that day and started pimping me out to clients immediately. He showed me more and more disdain as time went on. About a month later, I officially tested positive, but my father made no move to start me on meds. Every time I asked, he would tell me to “shut the fuck up” and “you make more money this way.” He insisted that when it was really necessary, we would put me on meds, but until then my toxic cunt was worth more to him. One day, I checked my email account and it said: Kinky dentist wants to fuck in his office. 7pm today. 456 West Elm Street. Suite 506. I went there just like I would any other client. It was after hours and Dr. Hilton answered the door. He was a man in his 60s with a pointy chin and nose, bushy eyebrows, and a somewhat pinched face. He was taller than me and thicket than me, but not fat. Without saying a word, he brought me into his office. He turned me so I was facing away from him and undid my pants, dropping my pants and underwear to my knees. He bent me over and undid his fly. I felt his thick head at my hole. Gob after gob of spit fell from his mouth onto his cock and my ass. He rubbed it over his head and pushed into me. I grunted and tried to open my hole for him. He eased into me until he was totally inside. He was big, not the biggest, but big. His cock thickened at the base so every stroke stretched me at the end. Dr. Hilton fucked me harder and harder, me hanging on to the chair and trying to meet his thrusts. Finally, he grabbed one of my hips and one of my shoulders, and slammed into me 6 times, releasing a shot of cum with each final stab. He quickly pulled his cock from my ass, put it back in his pants and zipped up. I thought I was done, but he pulled my pants up and threw me in the chair. He tilted the chair back. I thought he was going to face fuck me from behind the chair which I thought would have been hot, but instead I felt restraints slap over my wrists. Well, my dad DID say that he was kinky. It took no more time than that thought for Dr. Hilton to slap a restraint around my ankles too. I looked at him with big saucer eyes, and he spoke for the first time, “Your father wants your teeth removed.” “What???” I squeaked. “He can get more money if your teeth are removable. So I’m doing him a favor. I got that freebie in exchange for removing all your teeth. So let’s get started. I have dinner plans at 9.” “Please, please, whatever he told you, I’m not game. I don’t want this,” I pleaded. “It’s not your choice. You’re his cunt to whore out. That’s clear from the websites.” Dr. Hilton said coldly. “This has got to be illegal!” I shouted. “So is accepting money for sex,” he responded. “This is so fucked up!” my eyes followed him around as he gathered his tools. “The teeth I’ll make you will be just as nice if not nicer, Matt. After you recover from the initial extractions, you really won’t mind. Just imagine, you can take out your false teeth and have nothing but soft pink gums to suck those big dicks with.” “I do just fine with the teeth. You should have let me blown you. You’d have seen. I never get complaints about teeth,” I made my case. “Sorry, kid, I promised your Dad. It’s not about whether or not you nick some dick with a tooth. It’s about the fact that guys get off on you being such a whore that your teeth have been removed so your mouth is nothing but a fuck hole. You get it. I don’t have to explain it to you.” “Please, please, please…I’m begging you,” I looked into his eyes as he came toward me with the gas mask. “It’s already done, son. Just try to relax.” Tears streamed down my face as the mask was clamped over my mouth and nose. I looked up into his steely green eyes, begging. “It’ll all be done before you know it. Let the gas do it’s job.” I whimpered, resigned to my fate when I heard a loud crack from the lobby. “What the—“ Dr. Hilton said, but before he could finish his thought, the office door flew open and there was The Beast. The gas was starting to make me fuzzy so I thought I was hallucinating. “Get the fuck off him!” Joe said. “Who the fuck are you?” Dr. Hilton asked. “If you don’t take that mask off him, I will beat you fucking senseless and then call the cops,” The Beast said. “It’s taking everything in my power to not punch you right in your ugly fucking face right now so fucking DO IT!!!” Scared, Dr. Hilton took the mask off my face. Joe pushed him into the tray of tools and unfastened the restraints. Too weak to walk, The Beast threw one of my arms around his shoulder and helped me out of the office. I started to regain some sense of reality as we passed the splintered lobby door and proceeded to the elevator. Well, it wasn’t until later that night that I found out my father had been bragging to Joe about what he was planning on doing. Joe kicked my father’s ass until my dad told him the address. Joe told him to never come near me again. That’s when he came to get me at the dentist. I asked him, “Why? Why did you do this? Why do you care? You said you never wanted me to contact you again. And I have NOTHING…no clothes, no money, nothing. Where am I going to go?” Joe rolled his eyes, “Here. You’re going to go here.” “I can’t get on my feet in a week or something, Joe. I’m fucked.” “Listen to me, boy. You’re going to stay here permanently.” I was so confused, “But you said—…” “You’re so stupid,” Joe said. “I told you to not contact me because I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be. But I am.” I looked at him in disbelief, but then smiled broadly. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. You’re not my fucking wife and we’re not adopting some Asian baby or any shit like that. You’re still my fuck hole…and I will be pimping you out just like your Dad did…BUT I’ll never pull any of that shit like he did today, and we’re going to get you on meds, and you’re going to sleep in my bed. But you’re mine. I will fuck who I want whenever I want without any lip from you. And you fuck me and who I say you fuck, but no one else, got it?” “Absolutely,” I said, with a goofy grin. “Now climb on my dick,” he said pulling his cock through his fly. I stripped off my pants and underwear and wrapped my cum-filled cunt around his massive cock. I bounced up and down on him, milking him for all I was worth. He took me by either side of my head, pulled my face to his forcefully, and for the first time kissed me…and it was deep and passionate, and I came simultaneously from my cock and ass. My convulsing pussy pushed him over the edge and he bit my bottom lip, muttering, “Take my load, you fuck hole.” He shot streams of cum into me, fucking up into my bowels and kissing me, crushing my body to his. When he was done fucking his kids into my hole, he pulled off my mouth and said, “I love you, Matt.” I gulped and said, “I love you, too.” We lived like that for four years and it was amazing. He fucked whoever he wanted, and that was fine. I had no reason to be jealous. He loved me and I never questioned that. He showed it in so many ways. I got plenty of sex too. He was always fucking me and he was always pimping me out, which as much as I hate to admit it, I liked. More than liked, I lived for it. It didn’t matter how gross or disgusting the person was, I liked being used and knowing that someone was paying for my holes…and that I HAD to do what they wanted and take what they gave me because it was my job to be a whore. It’s what I was good for, what I was put on this Earth for. So many guys were so jealous of us. We would go out to bars and take home the hottest guys. Whoever we wanted. One time, we saw Kurt out. Remember Kurt? Well, he certainly had come into his own. Big old pig bottom, poz, biohazard tattoo on the small of his back prominently displayed as he walked through the bar shirtless with assless jeans on. He let anyone stick it in right in the middle of the bar. The Beast did, right against a go-go pole…and I was right there between Kurt’s legs to lick up the cum-sludge from his earlier conquests as well as suck out the Beast’s cream once Joe was done with Kurt’s hole. Joe and I could have lived like this forever. We hardly ever fought and when we did, we were more concerned with the fact that we had possibly hurt the other one’s feelings than we were about our own point of view. It was really special and sexy what we had. So you can imagine how devastated I was when Joe was killed in a car accident when I was 23. I thought my life was over. It was a rough year and I was very self-destructive. Drugs, going off my meds, taking risks. I eventually found my way back on track. I had a stupid job at some convenience store but at least I was back on my meds and not suicidal. Just think, I had planned on going to college at one point. Anyway, believe it or not, I was nursing a vodka tonic and some gay bar in the city when who should walk through the door? Jordan. Remember Jordan? We got to talking. He had had his own fucked up path. We both laughed about how “straight” he was in high school as he fucked my ass several times a week. “Yeah,” he said, “I guess you could say I’m still bisexual ‘cause I like pussy, but God, a lot of girls hate me. I’m not so good at not getting caught with my dick in a guy’s ass.” That sent me into hysterics. He told me that he was poz now and loved knocking up college boys. I told him about Joe and me, and the fact that I missed being pimped out and the situation I had with him. We talked until the bar closed and then went back to his place and fucked like animals. He gave me three loads that night and although he was still rough and treated me like a whore, he was a great kisser. We kept fucking for a few months and ended up falling into the same relationship that Joe and I had. Jordan would pimp me out and he would get to fuck whoever he wanted. We love each other and we’re good together. Granted, it’s not what Joe and I had, but it’s close and we make each other happy. And he still has that sadistic grin like the first time he made me ass-cum… …which brings us to where I started – Me waiting for my next “client” thinking about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy he’s sold my cunt to. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me, “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna’ be a doozy. Get some rest.” My ass is up in the air facing the door that I left unlocked. I hear the door open, someone enter the room, and the door lock behind him. I hear his clothes hit the floor as he positions himself behind me. He rubs his fat head against my drippy hole – Jordan pre-lubed me with a fuck and a load of cum before I headed out. The stranger moans as he pushes his thick veiny cock into my used cunt. Whoa, really thick. I feel his balls hit my taint and I guess that he’s about 7.5 inches, which is a nice length. I can fuck a cock that size forever without any problem, and it does nothing but feel good. This faceless cock starts fucking into me and I hear him moan, “Fuck, that’s good hole!” I freeze. I recognize that voice, where do I know that voice from? Do I dare look? I can’t help myself, I have to know. I look back over my shoulder and can’t believe who’s fucking into me. “Long time, no see, son,” my Dad says, and I start to ass-cum. THE END.

Jordan is his high school classmate that gives him shit all the time.

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 15 (The Week - Day 7) I woke up pooled in strangers' semen and clutching the masculine torso of The Beast. I stirred and fought the desire to reclaim my arm that had fallen asleep. I didn't want to wake The Beast and I also didn't want to stop holding him. This inner struggle was interrupted by The Beast giving a low guttural noise as he regained consciousness. "Morning, boy," he half said. "How's that cunt feel?" "Good, sir," I said. "Kinda' stretched and sloppy, but good." "Good to hear. Well, this week should do the job and make sure you're charged. You should take a shower and get dressed so that I can take you home." "But..." I started to speak, but stopped myself on the verge of tears. "Never mind." I got up and walked butt naked to the door, cum dripping from my puffy cunt, before I turned abruptly and shouted, "Why haven't you fucked me?" The Beast smirked and asked, "What?" "This entire time I was here. Why haven't you fucked me? You've fucked other boys. Lots of other boys. But you never fucked me once. Am I damaged goods now? I know I'm not a real man like some of the others, but do you not find me fuckable anymore?" The Beast chuckled and said, "All you had to do was ask." "Ask what?" "Ask me to fuck you," he clarified. "You think I'm going to come after you? I can get any piece of ass I want. But you clearly can't get your mind off this dick no matter how many cocks you get." "I don't understand..." I mumbled. "I would have fucked you every day you've been here if you showed me you wanted it," he glared at me. "So now prove it. Tell me." "Please fuck me," I started to approach the bed. I saw his cock jump under the sheet. "How bad do you want it?" he asked me. "It's all I've been thinking about since I got here. I got jealous every time you fucked someone else and every night I cried myself to sleep because you hadn't used me yet." Which each statement more pathetic than the last, I saw his cock begin to swell and emerge from the sheet loosely tossed over his muscular leg. "You think you deserve my cock?" he asked. "No," I began. "I don't deserve your perfect cock. But I need it. I need to be destroyed by you and used by you and to take in more of your toxic cum." "Get on the bed and suck my dick," he ordered. I jumped on the bed and started devouring his dick, slobbering all over it so that it would get fully erect. I coughed and gagged just like he taught me, thankful to finally taste him again. He scooped up some of the pooled jizz where I was sleeping and smeared it across my face and into my mouth. I moaned and lapped it up, swallowing the mixture of flavors from my ass. "Can I ride you until I cum, sir? Just like the last time?" I asked. "You little whore. You want to be limp and useless when I really trench you out, don't you?" I nodded eagerly. "Then climb on board, slut." I positioned my wet hole above his huge piece of manhood and slid down on it. I moaned loudly and began pounding myself out on his beefy stick. He groaned and said, "Fuck, you really have been stretched since the last time I was in there. You're a true cuntboy. No going back now. That hole can only take huge cock, you faggot." "Yes sir!!" I cried as I bounced up on down on him with a burning vengeance. I jerked my tiny dick ferociously. "You like that cock, bitch?" he slapped my pecs and smacked me across the face. "I love that cock. It's the best cock. My favorite of all of the cocks that have been inside of me!" "Then cum on it, you skanky fuck!" he ordered. Suddenly my asshole seized up in orgasm at the same time my small cock shot out a small puddle of cum. The sensation felt as if I should have ejaculated a ton, but only a small amount dotted The Beast's hairy stomach. Before I could even catch my breath, The Beast threw me on my back and started slamming into me. My sensitive cunt walls went crazy sending shock waves through my body. I screamed and moaned which only eggs him on to plunge into me deeper and harder. I wrapped my legs around him, inviting the pain. His low hanging balls smacking my ass so hard, I was sure I was going to be bruised. Without warning, he grabbed my right ankle and whipped me on to my left side, scissoring my legs, pushing even deeper. I threw my head back and howled, "Fuuuuucccckkk! Yes, you're the best! That's your cunt! Breed your cunt!" He took a hold of my ass cheek in his hand, painfully squeezing it as he sawed in and out of my pussy violently. Just as I felt his dick start to swell, he grabbed my small waist and flipped me onto my knees yelling, "Bark for it, bitch! Bark for my dick!" Without hesitating, I started to yip like a dog as he punch fucked my cunt from behind. The barks turned to yelps as he started to spank my ass, harder than he ever hit me before. It burned and stung, but I was immediately hard again, and an orgasm started in my cunt. He kept slapping my ass, sometimes with his palm, sometimes with the back of his hand, letting his finger nails make vicious contact as he swung down onto my buttocks. "You're a filthy cunt who fucked the grossest of lowlifes this week. You fucked a goddamn homeless guy and loved it! You fucked an entire bathhouse! You fucked perverts in a book store! You're a fucking piece of shit who doesn't deserve my cum!" "No, please, I need your cum! Please, make me pregnant! Put it in my fucking womb. Knock me up!" "You nasty bitch in heat!" he yelled, planting a fist in the small of my back and pushing his bloating cock all the way in my cunt. I felt his seed squirt into my insides and my hole started quivering and grasping his cock in orgasm. I loved him for how he mistreated me. I loved him for how he bred me without a care...or a name. I needed his control. As soon as his balls were drained into my guts, he brutally pulled out of me as he took a handful of my hair. I yelped like a girl as he pulled my hair to direct my mouth on his dripping cock. I immediately slurped and swallowed all of the sludge from last night and the fucking he just gave me. Again, without warning, he pushed my head to the mattress and pulled my leg to him so that my ass was up and in his face. He quickly pushed all 5 of his fingers into my gaping rectum. There was only a second of resistance before the heel of his hand popped through and his thick, muscled arm was sinking into my aching ass. I thrashed and groaned, trying to reach the drawer where I knew he kept the poppers. As I crawled away, he followed, keeping his armed planted almost up to his elbow up my cunt. I finally reached the drawer, retrieved the bottle and shook them before inhaling deeply about 6 times. My walls began to relax slightly and my head started spinning. The Beast opened me up until he was punch fucking my hole. Then he pushed all the way in and just started grabbing and exploring my deepest insides until I had an earth-shattering orgasm all over his arm. As I whimpered and shook, he slid his arm out of me and said, "Clean my arm, cunt." So I spent the next five minutes licking and sucking on The Beast's forearm and hand, tasting the deepest parts of my boycunt. "Is that what you needed?" he asked. "Fuck yes," I sighed, completely drained. "You gonna' flip out on me again if I tell you to shower and get ready to go home?" he poked fun at me. I laughed, "No, I'll be alright." "Then get your sloppy cunt out of my bed, wash your pussy, and get dressed. It's time for you to go back to your dad." As I got out of The Beast's car in front of my house, he caught my arm. I looked into his hard eyes and he said, "You were a good poz whore this week. My name is Joe." I smiled, "I'm--" "Still my fuck hole, pussy boy. I don't want your name. And even though you have mine, you still call me sir. Got it?" "Yes, sir," I nodded. "Call me when you get the fuck flu," he yelled as he drove off. I turned back to my house and noticed Jordan's car at the top of my driveway. As I got closer to my house, Jordan got out of the car. "Where you been all week?" he asked, unusually passive for Jordan. "I was...away...staying with a friend. My dad's out of town," I tried to explain without going into too much detail. "Oh yeah, gotcha'," he said and dug his hands into his pockets. "I was wondering. I stopped by a few times to get some cunt, and you weren't ever here." "Oh yeah, sorry about that." Jordan nudged his chin up, suddenly harsh, "Yeah, you should be. You're supposed to be a good cock whore." I knew my place. "Can I make it up to you?" "I guess," he said, walking toward my house a bit too eagerly. We got into my house and he pushed me to my knees. He fisted his cock and pulled it out of his jeans, shoving it into my waiting mouth hole. He began fucking my face, obviously pent up from not having me to abuse all week. Jordan's hips bucked and thrusted, pinning me against the foyer wall. I was trapped, choking and puking around his big cock as he violently used my skull as a pussy. He pulled his cock from my face, dripping with saliva and bile, pulled me up to my feet, turned me around and ripped my shorts down to my ankles. I arched my ass up and he slid right in to my fucked out pussy. Putting my hands out, I braced myself on the front door as Jordan battered into my cunt. "You stupid faggot, take my big dick. Fuck you feel good wrapped around my cock. If only the stupid bitches I fuck had hole like yours. Fuck!" My guts started clenching as he hit me hard and deep. I didn't know if I could handle another orgasm and I instinctively put my hand back as if to get Jordan to ease up. He grabbed my wrist and said, "No, you don't. Don't push me away. You can handle it." And holding onto my wrist, he held my hand against his hard abs, which made me start to ass cum. "Fuck yeah, bitch," he mocked. "You like the dick in you while you rub my abs? You like having a real man inside of you? Big thick tool to make your cunt cum?" "Yes, Jordan, fuck yes! My poor ass is so tired..." I whimpered as my body shook with the forced orgasm. "You're the one who chooses to be such a whore, faggot. Just 'cause you take all that dick doesn't mean I'm not going to get mine." And with that he launched into a renewed assault on my insides, stroking his thick cock into me at various, harsh angles. I screamed and clawed at the door until I felt him grunt and go rigid. My hands flew back to his thighs, tight and clenched, pulsing as his hips gyrated in tiny thrusts emphasizing each shot of cum that drenched my cunt walls. When he slid out of me, I fell to the floor exhausted. He put his dick away and walked out of the house, hitting me in the ass with the wooden door. I laid there and listened to him get in his car and drive off as his semen dripped out of my ass and onto the stone floor of the foyer. I dozed off and was awoken an hour later by an alert on my phone telling me that I had a new email on my gmail account. The one that my dad set up for me. More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 14 (The Week - Day 6) The whole day was pretty chill. The Beast had to visit a construction site and talk to another client about a quote on a project so I was left to my own devices. I ended up going to the gym, working out, and lounging by the outdoor pool at the park most of the day. I followed The Beast’s instructions and only ate smoothies. I had to say this liquid diet not only kept my cunt clean but I never looked so rip. All of my hard-earned muscle was more pronounced because my diet had been so lean this week. I definitely liked drawing stares from both guys and girls at the pool, that’s for sure. I had gotten a text from The Beast that said “ASS CLEAN AND READY TO GO AT 6.” I made it back to the house at 5 so I could take my time cleaning out my hole and getting ready. I decided to go with a pair of turquoise assless underwear with a mesh crotch. I was putting on my shoes just in enough time to here the car honking out front. I went out and hopped in. The Beast looked so fucking hot. I hadn’t seen him when he had left for the day. He was in a pair of grey dress slacks, a fitted white shirt, and a maroon and silver striped tie. His chest pushed against the fabric of the shirt, stretching the fibers and stressing the buttons along the top. My breathing grew irregular as I realized that I really might be in love with this rugged man in business attire sitting next to me. “How was your day, boy?” he asked me as we pulled out into the street. “Low key. How was work, sir?” As we drove off toward the city, we caught each other up on our day. He went through a drive thru because he was really hungry, and I helped him eat as he drove – preparing his sandwich, making sure he hand napkins on his lap so he didn’t mess up his pants, etc. I was getting a boner just pretending that he was my man and I was his little bitch full-time. After about an hour and a half, he pulled up in front of a building in the downtown area. Most of the businesses were closed, but there was one red light on above a door. I could see a staircase through the glass, and The Beast said, “Go up there. Pay the $20 for a locker and go to Room 15.” I looked at him, scared. “It’s okay, go,” he said sternly, and I got out of the car. He drove off before I was even to the door. I went up the stairs and saw an enclosed cashier and another door. Once I paid my money and got my locker key, I went through the door and found myself in the main lobby of the bathhouse. I undressed down to my assless underwear and wrapped my towel around my waist as I looked for Room 15. I found it, door closed. I knocked on the door and it was quickly opened. Standing there, clad in a leather harness and nothing else was a huge black man. He had to be at least 6’4” with a large muscular chest, 6 thick bricks of abdominal muscles flexing as he breathed, and a meaty ebony cock with a huge piercing dangling flaccid between his powerful thighs. He tilted back his bald head and said, “You my pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I replied trembling. “Come on in and lie face up on the table, faggot. I’m Master T.” I walked into the room and went directly to the leather fuck table as he closed the door behind me. The room was rather large considering the tight quarters of the bathhouse and a sling lurked in one of the corners. In another corner, a video camera was set up. When I saw it, I hesitated slightly. “Your pimp wants it filmed,” Master T said and I just nodded and laid back. “It’s time to inspect my purchase,” he said as he approached me. He began feeling my body, all of my body. My pecs, my legs, my neck…he wasn’t massaging me. It was literally him inspecting my quality. At one point he asked me to flip over and I obeyed. He continued the inspecting process on the other side, spending extra time on my ass. He pressed a finger on my hole and I accepted it with little difficulty. “Good cunt,” he muttered as he continued. When he was done, he said, “You’ll do. Stay on your stomach and hang your head off the edge of the table.” I positioned myself like he said and he put his pierced cock at my lips. “Open,” he commanded and he shoved his soft cock in my mouth. I couldn’t do much from this position which was his intention as he began to fuck my mouth hole. His dick began to grow and bloat. Pretty soon I was choking on an enormous black cock with his PA clicking against my teeth. It had to be 10 or 11 inches and really thick and he just kept cramming into my mouth. I couldn’t move my head because of my position so I just gagged and coughed up bile as he skull fucked me. “All fours,” he said harshly as he pulled his dick from my mouth. “Yes, sir.” I caught my breath and positioned myself on all fours with my ass to him. I heard him squirting lube and then I felt a large dildo at my hole. “Poppers?” I asked. He threw a bottle in my direction and I sniffed heartily. The large toy penetrated me and I whimpered, trying to keep my hole in place for my new master. Fuck, he was starting big. He kept a steady pressure and I felt the latex cock disappear into my stomach. It stretched me and pushed into my second ring. I took another hit of poppers and tried to open my cunt around it. Master T began moving it back and forth, dragging my ass walls with it. He fucked me with it for a few minutes and then pulled it out. I felt my hole gape and he touched my distended rectum. Then he plunged the toy back in making me gasp. He hilted the toy and pulled it out again. My hole gaped for him. He repeated this a few times before trading toys. This one was even bigger which I couldn’t believe. It was easier than the last one because I was open already but it still made me feel like I was being stretched to a breaking point. It was twice as thick and twice as long, Master T applying consistent pressure to break through my innards resistance. I sniffed the poppers and felt it penetrate my guts deeper. I felt it in my stomach and I reached down to feel my abs as Master T began fucking me with the new dildo. With each insertion, I could actually feel the bulbous head of the toy through the skin of my stomach. It was so deep, I almost felt nauseous but I just kept open for him as he mumbled, “Fucking stupid poz whore.” He removed the dildo and he started to finger my hole. Digging around my walls with three fingers, roughly making me moan and yelp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I whined as he slid his pinky and thumb in with the others. He began pushing and it dawned on me that he was going to fist me. “I can’t, I can’t…” I started to plead. “Sniff the fucking poppers and open up your cunt, whore. This is what I paid for. Your pimp said you could handle your first fist.” Master T placed his forearm on the small of back and exerted pressure to keep me in place and to counter the forced of his hand pushing into my cunt. I wailed as I felt the heel of his hand pass through my sphincter, which quickly closed around his wrist. He began to wiggle his fingers, massaging my cunt walls, raking his finger tips across my sensitive insides, almost grabbing onto my tender tissue. Once he was satisfied with that exploration, he began to push again and I felt his arm begin to slide inside of my ass hole. I snorted the poppers like my life depended on it as he maneuvered his fingers into my second ring and made his way towards my colon. I screamed out, not knowing what else to do, but then he stopped. “Good faggot,” he soothed. “It’s in. You got my arm in your cunt, bitch. That feel good?” My ass fought to adjust to the appendage inside of me, trembling and convulsing on Master T’s black muscular arm. Later when I would see the video, I would get hard immediately watching his dark brown skin stop at my stretched pink hole, surrounded by my hairless lily white ass cheeks, the plump paleness mounded on either side of his flexing forearm. I breathed into the pain and noticed that tingle starting deep inside. With some difficulty I formed words, “Yes…sir…” “Your pussy was meant to throw some big shit in it, boy. Look at you, ass in the air, taking a goddamn arm up there. Some stranger’s arm in your ass hole. I’m gonna’ fuck you with it now, faggot.” He slowly began pulling the arm back, my cunt squeezing and closing up in the vacancy his arm left. I felt relief and emptiness all at the same time. The heel of his hand exited my boy pussy and his fingers shot out of my rectum. Within seconds his fingers penetrated me again, sliding in up to his elbow. I called out, “Fuuuuuuccccckkk…” and then hit the poppers as he pulled his arm back out of me. My asshole slurped around his exiting fingers and then sloppily farted as he plunged back into my cunt. My cunt lips continued to make sloppy squishing noises as Master T accelerated his tempo until he was punch fucking me with his arm. My body was wracked with continuous orgasms as he demolished my second ring and bruised my colon. I started going hoarse from my screaming and moaning, but Master T just goaded me on, “Take it, you dirty slut. You fucking little pig whore. You’re a worthless fucking hole, you know that? This is the only thing you’re good for. Your cunt is ruined now, you stupid twat.” Suddenly, instead of his arm, I felt his piercing scrape my cunt as he began fucking me with his 11 inches instead of his arm. My insides were so sensitive, every move his giant poz meat made sent shivers up my spine and raised goose bumps on my skin. He fucked me hard for a few minutes and then put some fresh lube on his hand and pushed his fingers in above his cock. With determination, he slipped his hand into me up to the wrist. I pounded on the table with my palm and crowed, “Oh my fuck, God that hurts! I love it!” I felt Master T wrap his fingers around his big raw cock and start to stroke inside of my hole. This seemed impossible. How were my walls accommodating all of this size and activity? My bowels trembles and I bit into the table as I sniffed poppers and had more orgasms while Master T jerked off while lodged in my cunt. “Yeah,” Master T snorted, “You’re so loose I have to masturbate in your cunt just to get off. I got 11 inches and your sloppy hole can’t make me cum. I got to reach in with my fucking hand and do it myself, you worthless cum bucket.” “I’m sorry, sir. I’m a loose cunt.” “Yes you are,” he agreed. “A filthy loose cunt. Every fucking guy in town has had a go at you. I’ve heard about this loose cunt.” “No dick turned away, sir,” I confirmed. “All loads accepted. It’s what I’m good at. Letting real men use my pussy, sir.” “At least you know your place. Under poz guys. Controlled by poz guys, a receptable for their poz semen. A poz whore, being sold to any poz guy with a buck.” “Yes, sir.” “You want my sick, faggot? You want me to knock you up with my sick?” he violently masturbated his cock inside of me. “Please, sir. Give it to me. I want your strain, sir. I want it swimming around inside of me.” “Here it cums, you loose fucking cunt hole!” Those were his last real words. He began shouting and groaning as he shot huge ropes of cum deep in my wrecked pussy. My bowels felt flooded with one of the biggest deposits made in me yet. I mewled and shook with mini-orgasms as he squeezed his softening dick in my stretched orifice. “You like that black seed in there, you dirty cunt?” “I love it, sir.” “Good faggot.” He nodded and then pulled both his hand and his cock out of me. I yelped and my hands instinctively flew to my ass in protection. As Master T moved to my head to put his slimy dick in my mouth, I felt around my cunt. My ass lips lay sloppily stretched and floppy against my cheeks. It felt like Deanna’s labia, my ass was so pulled inside out. I literally had a pussy. Once Master T was satisfied with how I cleaned his cock of my ass juice, his cum, and remnants of my ass walls, he grabbed me by the waist and flung me over his shoulder. He threw me into the sling and secured both of my feet in the stirrups. I clung to my bottle of poppers. I could feel the breeze from the ventilation fan flowing up my open hole as this imposing Black man came at me with a leather hood. He put it on my head and zipped it on me, affixing a pad lock to the built in collar. Not only couldn’t I see at all, but I couldn’t hear anything other than some unintelligible white noise. The only holes were a large circle at my mouth big enough for any cock that could be shoved through and two little holes for my nostrils. I began to sweat, and then Master T slapped me on my abs and I knew he had left me there. The fucking frenzy that ensued was extraordinary. I watched the video later – the door left open with me in a gimp hood and ass up in the air for whoever wanted a go. The men trickled in at first but then they swarmed and lined up. I could hear them on the video grunting and egging each other on as they all fucked me and fed me poppers. The big cocks commented on how tight I was, the smaller ones commented on how loose I was, but I couldn’t hear them in the moment and didn’t care. On the receiving end of this fuckfest, everything felt good because I was so stretched. Nothing hurt, but my insides were super sensitive so I just laid back and enjoyed every single fuck no matter what size. The small ones were like nothing, just a maintenance break as they lightly touched my walls, sending waves of relief into my cunt. The big ones provided me with soft, easy orgasms as they stroked my velvet insides without resistance or extreme friction. I was flying high on poppers the whole time and rock hard because of the sense deprivation. I couldn’t see a single one of these fucks or hear them…it was all about my mouth and ass as cocks were put into one hole or the other. Ass sludge and cum covered my lips and chest as I slurped on dirty dick and dirty dick and I could feel my gaping cunt farting out lube and cum amidst the men taking turns on my fucked out boy hole. There was a lull in activity where I fell asleep. I was awoken by Master T removing the mask from my head and saying, “Your pimp will be here soon to pick you up. Why don’t you shower and get the fuck out of my room?” I fought to clear my head as he lifted my feet from the stirrups. Before I left, he handed me the tape and said, “Give this to your pimp.” I took the tape and went to my locker. Showered and dressed, I stumbled down the stairs and through the door, the night air cool and refreshing. The Beast was waiting for me in his car exactly where he had dropped me off. I must have been walking funny because when I plopped into the passenger seat, The Beast said, “You look relaxed and thoroughly destroyed.” All I could do is nod, smile, and give him a simple, “Yes, sir.” I gave him the tape when we got home, which he posted online to make money on every time someone viewed it. So he really leveraged my pussy that night. He sold my cunt to Master T for $150 and then made $10 every time some guy jerking off wanted to see me fisted for the first time and used as a cum bucket. The Beast’s refusal to fuck me nagged at me, but I was too exhausted to linger on it very long and nodded off quickly. In the middle of the night, I stirred and realized that I had cuddled up to The Beast and he had his big meaty arm enveloping me. My head rested on his massive chest as it rose and fell in steady breaths, and I drifted off again, thinking, “Fuck, my cunt is open.” More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 13 (The Week - Day 5) I craned my neck to look into the bathroom mirror and see my backside. The Sharpie had faded some, but I could still see the words CUM HOLE #2 on my smooth, tight ass cheeks and the 29 hash marks on the back of my shoulder. I had woken up and The Beast was already out of the house. Well, it WAS almost noon. I figured he went to the gym or to run errands or something. I took a long hot shower, spending extra time scrubbing at the Sharpie, getting most of it off. As I was drying off, I heard The Beast come through the front door, and I heard voices with him. I wrapped my towel around my waist and came into the living room. The Beast had his shirt off and there were two guys with him, each one sucking on a nipple and licking up into his armpit. They looked up as I entered the room. “Oh hi…” said the shorter one. Through his shorts you could see the thickness of his cock and the tight bubble butt that would soon be getting filled. He was covered in thick muscle and had dark eyes and hair. “Hey,” added the taller, leaner one. Although not as thick, his long cock had defied his underwear and I could see his head out of the left leg of his shorts. He wore a tank top and his arms (and I would assume the rest of his body) were covered with long, defined muscle. He had blonde hair and green eyes that exuded sex. “I’m Chris, this is my boy friend, Vince.” I began to introduce myself, “I’m—” “Just leaving,” The Beast cut me off. “Grab me some food and a coffee while you’re out. Take your time.” “He doesn’t want to join?” asked Vince. “Naw, he’s poz,” The Beast told them. Chris looked at me and sighed, “Oh, sorry. We only play with neg. You’re hot though.” I was slightly taken aback and that’s when I noticed The Beast’s old-fashioned jock strap with the really thick waistband peaking above his shorts covering his tattoo. He was planning on fucking with it on. I shrugged and headed into the next room, dressing quickly, grabbing the car keys, and heading out for a while. I went to the gym and worked out before grabbing the food and coffee. When I came back about an hour and a half later, they were still going at it in the living room. The couple was bent over side-by-side, using the back of the couch to brace themselves and kneeling on the cushions. They were both sweating profusely, passing poppers back and forth, and looking like they were trying to finish a triathlon. The Beast was behind them, jock strap clad, going back and forth between their holes. Now that they were naked, I could see just how hot both of their bodies were. Vince had really hairy legs and a nicely trimmed chest, but his ass was smooth except for a amazingly hairy crack. Chris was absolutely hairless. The Beast plunged into Chris who grunted and crunched his face. “Take that raw cock, you filthy cunt!” The Beast yelled at him. “You like that, bitch?” “Yes!” answered Chris through a groan. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” The Beast egged him on, slipping a couple of fingers into Vince causing the short stud to buck and moan. Chris remained silently, just whining on The Beast’s dick, hoping that would appease him. I knew better. “Answer me,” he pounded deeper into Chris. “Whose cock is better? Mine or your boyfriend’s?” Chris and Vince looked at each other, both having their holes used in different ways. The Beast continued, “Okay, let me ask your boyfriend this…Has this bitch ever made this much noise or been this into getting fucked by you?” Vince looked upset, “No…” “Do you think he likes my cock better?” The Beast asked Vince. “Yes,” Vince replied with a crack in his voice. “Baby, no…” Chris said, wincing through a couple of violent thrusts from The Beast. “I love you.” “That wasn’t the fucking question, cunt.” The Beast interjected, “I didn’t ask if you loved me better. I asked whose cock was better? Now it’s your turn to say it out loud ‘cause your boyfriend already knows the answer. WHOSE COCK IS BETTER??” he demanded, really digging into Chris’ pusssy. This pushed Chris over the edge and he yelled out, “YOURS! Oh fuck, your cock is better than Vince’s!!” Satisfied, The Beast pulled his slimy cock out of Chris’ twat and pushed it into Vince’s waiting hole. Vince let out a few labored breaths still thinking about his boyfriend enjoying another man’s cock more. “How do you feel about that, faggot?” asked The Beast. “You okay knowing that your boyfriend likes my dick more? That when you fuck him, he might be fantasizing that it’s me again? That he’ll be craving more cock than you have to offer?” “No!” grunted Vince trying to process this and keep up with his fucking. “I hate it. I hate knowing that he’d rather get fucked by you.” “Tough shit, cumhole,” The Beast taunted and pulled out of Vince and back into Chris. Quickly, he plunged into one hole and then the other 5 or 6 times before he said to Vince, “I’m gonna’ cum in your boyfriend.” “No,” begged Vince, “I don’t even cum in him. You said you would pull out.” “I lied,” said The Beast. “Unless this bitch wants me to pull out,” he addressed Chris. “I’ll pull out if you want me to, but you have to say it. If you really don’t want to feel this cock that you love empty itself inside of you, you let me know.” I watched Chris struggle with his desires as Vince continued to beg, “Don’t do it. You always make me pull out. Don’t let him.” And then he turned on The Beast, “Pull out of him. He doesn’t want it.” “He has to tell me,” The Beast said. “You want me to pull out of your cunt? Or do you want it?” Chris was grunting and looking at Vince and then over his shoulder at The Beast plowing into him. He looked one more time to Vince, “I’m sorry, baby.” Vince started to cry as Chris began bucking back on The Beast, “I want it, yes! Fuck it into me! Give me your load! Use it up and seed me!” “Fuck yeah! You’re letting me use your ass like your boyfriend can’t! Gonna’ drop my load in you and send you home with him with my seed dripping out of your slutty cunt! FUUUUUUCCCKKK! TAKE YOUR BREEDING!” The Beast pounded and pounded as he came into the unknowing bottom. As Vince kept begging him to stop, which was futile now, Chris screamed and whined as his cock twitched and he shot all over the couch without touching himself. Before the cum was finished dripping from Chris’ dick, The Beast slipped out of his cum-soaked chute and grabbed Vince by the hair. With a yelp, The Beast pushed Vince’s face to Chris’ dripping cunt, “Clean up my mess, pussy boy.” Crying, Vince lapped up the poz semen being expelled by Chris’ ruined hole. Despite his humiliation, Chris was jerking his cock like mad and finally pulled back from Chris’ ass, his face covered in ass juice and cum, and blasted a load all over his own chest and face. The couple collapsed, breathless, and The Beast said, “I’m gonna’ get a shower. Show yourselves out, boys.” The couple looked a bit shocked as The Beast strode down the hallway and into the bathroom. I made my way to the kitchen and set The Beast’s food and coffee on the counter as the couple silently got dressed and left through the front door, avoiding eye contact with me. The Beast came into the kitchen, showered and dressed, looked at the cold coffee and food and said, “I’m hungrier than that now. You wanna’ go with me to get some food?” “Sure,” I smiled. Although he only allowed me a smoothie, we had another great conversation. We even talked about sexuality and coming out. Granted, he called me a “cumdump” and a “bottom bitch” a couple of times during that conversation, I had a really great time. When we got home, he told me we were going to do some lawn work before going out that night. There was something so sexy about working side by side him, shirts off, keeping up with his penchant for manual labor. Around 6 o’clock, he said, “Okay, you should go in and clean out and clean up. We should head out in about a half hour or forty-five minutes.” “Yes, sir,” I said as I finished what I was doing quickly, and padded towards the house. After douching my twat and putting on a jock strap and some shorts and t-shirt, we both got into his car and headed out into tonight’s adventure. It was a long drive, heading towards another neighboring city, but we headed to the outskirts. It wasn’t until we were driving slowly down a dirt road that I realized we were heading to the old penitentiary. It hadn’t been used since sometime in the 90s and although the fence we were passing through said NO TRESPASSING, the gate was wide open and the chain lay useless in the grass next to the road. There were several cars already in the parking lot. I noticed lights through some of the windows as we pulled in next to a nice looking sports car. “Come on,” The Beast growled as he got out of the car. I followed him to the entrance where there was a sandwich board with a logo on it depicting a jockstrap with a biohazard symbol on the crotch. The title head read TOXIC JOCK CLUB. What the fuck? The Beast pushed through the door and lead me down a tiled hallway, familiar with the layout. We reached another door and we went inside where there was a hot guy in his mid-30s with a crew cut. He wore a skin tight white T-shirt and a jockstrap with the biohazard symbol on the crotch. “Hey Brent,” The Beast greeted him. “Hey buddy,” Brent replied. “This the kid?” “This is him,” The Beast nodded. “And he’s still testing neg?” asked Brent. “As of last week, yeah,” confirmed The Beast. “Okay, cool.” Brent turned to me, “Okay, sign here, kid.” I looked to The Beast, who simply said, “Do it.” As I signed what I can only assume was a release, Brent passed The Beast an envelop, “Count it if you want, it’s all there.” “That’s not necessary,” The Beast said as he tucked the envelop in his jeans. Brent took the paper from me and said, “Follow me, boys.” He led us through a series of offices, clearly used by the staff to enter the inmate population. Before I knew it, we were walking through a tiled corridor that emptied into an extremely large group shower room. On one side of the shower room, there were a series of tables, each one with a hot guy sitting behind it dressed in the same skin-tight white t-shirt and biohazard jock. On the other side of the room, was a rubber fuck table amidst the drains and shower heads. There was a shower douche connected to one of the shower heads. Each table had a small placard hanging off the front. The placards read: INDIRECT DONORS $25 DIRECT DONORS $75 DOUCHE DONORS $35 BOTTOM DOUCHE DONORS $45 TOP DOUCHE DONORS $50 Each table had a small lock box on top and each of the hot jocks was counting their banks. It was too much to take in and decipher. And before I had a chance, Brent too me by the arm saying, “Come this way, let’s get your shit into a locker.” I stowed my clothes in a locker and was lead back to the rubber table in just my jock strap. I saw The Beast in the corner, chatting with one of the table jocks. He threw a wink in my direction, which for some reason settled my nerves slightly. Brent said, “Get up on the table. The members should be getting here soon.” I climbed up on the table and only had to wait about 5 minutes before other men started arriving. They were all built jocks, but the new arrivals didn’t wear the uniform. They wore just regular street clothes as they approached the different tables. I’m guessing the Jocks were explaining what each table and accompanying expense got them. Money was exchanged and the men were handed a key to a locker where they could put their clothes. As the men returned naked, each one ripped and muscular. This club was serious about it being jocks. They varied in ages, size, and hairiness, but they were all jocks, all athletic and muscular. I could barely keep up with what went on and the things that were done to me. Each man had a wrist band that coincided with the table labels. A tall stud with a distinctive baseball build took my ankles in his hands and held them up as he plunged his tongue into my cunt. I moaned and saw that his wristband said Direct Donor. I looked down my body at this gorgeous face buried in my pussy and saw the biohazard tattoo ripple on his huge pec. He was slobbering away at my hole as a tall lean black guy in his early 20s saddled up to my face and fed me his long 9 inches of uncut cock. Meanwhile, I saw a bunch of guys near by jerking off as they watched the activities. All of them had on wristbands that said Indirect Donor. In the other corner were two jocks, a bit on the twinkish side, standing and waiting. Both of them had on wristbands marked Bottom Douche. My brain was reeling enough, but then another Direct Donor – a hairy guy with a football build – shoved some poppers under my nose and I really began to fly. Just then the baseball stud pushed his dripping cock into my waiting hole. He had done a good job of warming me up and I sucked on his large dick with my cunt, moaning loudly. “Yeah, you need some dick, bitch?” he asked. All I could do is nod with the black cock in my mouth and moan. As the baseball stud fucked my cock socket, some of the Indirect Donors began shooting off, collecting their jizz in a sizeable plastic beaker. I couldn’t make sense of any of this. Where was I? What were these people doing? Just then some Top Douche guys approached the two twinks and began fucking them in the corner, the twinks moaning and whining about how much they wanted the tops’ loads. More Direct Donors arrived just as baseball stud dumped a huge load into my ass cunt groaning loudly and shouting, “Take that toxic cum, you neg whore!” I snorted and squeezed my ass, welcoming his poison. The black guy kept fucking my throat as another stud took the baseball stud’s place between my open legs. The new dick was thick and veiny and connected to a short, tight Italian stud that I would guess was a wrestler. His muscles were thick and compact, his arms sizeable and sporting a biohazard tattoo. He liked to punch fuck with his meaty cock and he got a big sound out of me every time his thick fucker stretched my cunt walls. I heard loud grunting from the corner and turned my head, dropping the black cock in my mouth, and saw one of the top’s ass convulse as he loaded up one of the twinks. Another Direct Donor took this opportunity to replace the black cock in my mouth with his own. A nice 8X6 owned by a lean, swimmer guy with a face like Channing Tatum started skull fucking my willing face, the biohazard tattoo on his pelvic bone slapping into my forehead. More of the Indirect Donors came into the beaker as Wrestling Stud pounded into me harder and harder, grunting and saying, “You like that thick cock, pussy boy?” “Yes, sir,” I garbled through the cock in my mouth. “You want my load in your cunt? Huh? You want my babies in your pussy? Here you go!!!” I felt his dick balloon and shoot thick HIV cum deep into my hole, making my insides spasm and shake with orgasm. He pulled his cock out and switched places with the Swimmer Stud saying, “Clean your filth off my cock, bitch.” I slobbered on his knob as Swimmer Stud slid his cock into my sloppy mancunt. As this happened, I noticed a few things. First, The Beast had Brent bent over in the far corner and was eating out his beautiful granite ass. My face flushed with jealousy. Also, the twink that had been cum in was heading to the shower douche and the Toxic Jock that was manning the doorway to the lockers grabbed some sort of funnel tube and headed toward me. The Swimmer Stud fucked me violently as the Toxic Jock approached saying, “Okay, free up his mouth.” The Wrestling Stud pulled his wet cock from me mouth and positioned my chin straight up in the air. The Toxic Jock placed the end of the tube in my mouth telling me, “Okay, get ready to swallow as much as you can. Do NOT take the tube out of your mouth, that’s what we paid your pimp for, got it?” I heard the shower and saw the twink shoving the shower douche up his ass, taking a gush of water into his asshole. I nodded slightly as not to disturb the tube. I looked up at this thick tube about 18” long. It looked like the tubing that you use in a hamster cage, but at the top was a large funnel. Swimming Stud kept fucking me as if he didn’t even notice all of the paraphernalia being applied to me right now. That’s when the twink came over, climbed up onto the table, and hovered his ass over the funnel. My eyes got big as the Toxic Jock said to the Swimmer Stud, “Just keep fucking him, keep fucking him.” The twink let loose with all of the water and cum that he had inside of himself, shooting it into the funnel. All of it flushed down into the tube and into my mouth. I struggled to swallow as fast as I could, tasting ass, semen, and water, but it was impossible and the water shot out all sides of my mouth like a geyser. I sputtered and coughed, laying there in a puddle of cummy ass douche, my hair soaked with it. This made Swimmer Stud start to shoot off in my cunt making me have my second orgasm. More men had arrived, and as the Black Stud stuck his dick in my cummy hole, two huge muscle jocks went over to the shower douche, wristbands simply labeled “Douche.” The Toxic Jock stayed with me, ready to position the funnel tube again as the first muscle jock stuck the shower douche up his ass. The Black stud started taunting me, “Look at you, drowning in ass pour, you filthy cunt. You like this, don’t you? Used by real men? Even the bottoms are using your mouth as a fucking toilet.” The first muscle jock came over and climbed up on top of the table. The Toxic Jock inserted the tube into my mouth and I held it in place as the muscle jock flushed out his bloated insides. I later found out, the Toxic Jock Club has a very strict rule for all those participating in the douche…they’re expected to be clean. No scat play in the Toxic Jock Club. The clear liquid expelling from his muscular ass rushed into my mouth and nose. I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow it all, once again failing as the excess volcanoed out the sides of my mouth all over the table and my head and chest. I couldn’t think of anything more degrading and I LOVED IT!! The place was hopping now! There were more Bottom Douches waiting in the corner to get creamed so they could douche and feed it to me through the funnel tube. There was a line waiting at the shower douche. I never went more than a minute without a new jock ass flushing my mouth with a gut full of water. All the while, I had a steady stream of thick, long cock plugging my cunt, filling my ass with toxic jizz and giving me internal orgasms. Not to mention, a crowd of onlookers constantly jerking off and adding to the plastic beaker of jizz. Apparently, each jock paid once for what he wanted to do but he could do it as many times as he wanted. If he wanted to switch activities, he had to pay again. As I was getting stretched by a thick 7 incher owned by a shredded Runner Stud, I heard the tables being taken down. The room was pretty crowded by now with all of the activities still so things certainly weren’t ending, but the Toxic Jocks joined the fun. Brent was first, douching and flooding my mouth with what I can only guess was The Beast’s cum mixed with water. The other Toxic Jocks took up the position of Direct Donors and took turns depositing their swimmers in my boy cunt. One more gorgeous than the other, muscles ripplings, each with a tattoo in some sexy place announcing their toxicity to whoever dare get them naked. Their large cocks ripped into my rectum, ravaging my already torn insides. So many internals, so much cum shot into my stomach via my cunt, so much slapping and smacking of my chest, stomach, and ass cheeks. And of course, during all of this, the funnel tube kept getting put into my mouth hole periodically and I was once again drowned with a douche being shot out of some guy’s ass hole. Once everyone was spent and satisfied with how they had abused my holes, the most handsome of all of the Toxic Jocks, Jake, went over to the crowd of Indirect Donors and asked, “Is everyone’s offering in?” They all murmured and nodded. He picked up the large beaker of sperm. This thing must have had almost a liter of poisonous semen in it. Jake brought it over to my body as Brent and another Toxic Jock each took an ankle and hoisted them back towards my shoulders, exposing my dripping cunt to the room. The keeper of the funnel tube removed the funnel from the mouth tube and lubed it up. Another Toxic Jock pressed the poppers to my nostrils, allowing me to inhale some extra big huffs, as the funnel was pushed into my gaping cunt. I strained my neck to watch Jake through my contorted legs. He tipped the beaker, pouring the collection of semen into the funnel in a steady stream. I tingled all over as I felt the slimy tub of man cream coat my insides, soothing sometimes, stinging other times. I moaned and whined watching and feeling all those different cumloads get poured directly into my cunt. The guys were cheering Jake on and making nasty comments about how trashy I was and all I was good for was bugging up. Finally, the beaker was empty and Jake handed the beaker off to the keeper of the funnel, who began scooping the cum clinging to the sides of the beaker into my mouth. Meanwhile, Jake removed the funnel carefully, quickly replacing it with a sizeable butt plug to keep all of that jizz inside of me. Fuck my abdomen felt bloated. I actually felt the cum sloshing around deep in my ass cunt. The jocks started to collect their clothes and leave. The Beast brought me my clothes, which I put on over the sweat and cum and spit and ass juice that covered me head to toe. As I dressed, Brent slipped The Beast his number and I felt that twist of jealousy in my stomach again. Jake, who seemed to be the head of the club, shook The Beast’s hand and commented, “This was a good one. Hotter than any of the others you’ve sold to us.” “Yeah, he’s a good piece of cunt, right?” agreed The Beast. They said their good byes and The Beast whistled at me like a dog. I ran over to him, following him out the door. We made it back to the car and I muscled through all of the feelings in my stomach and bowels as we drove home. I smiled the whole way despite any discomfort because that is still one of the hottest experiences of my life to date. The Beast looked over at me and asked, “You enjoy that?” “Yes, sir. It was tough and it was a lot, but I really enjoyed it. Thank you for letting them do that to me.” “You’re welcome, boy. You’re a good pussy boy.” “Thank you, sir.” Then he abruptly changed the subject to talk about whatever song was on the radio and whether I liked the singer. Then we talked about what other music we liked. And then we talked about concerts we had been to. And then we were pulling into his driveway. As we walked into the house, The Beast said, “You can sleep in the bed tonight but I don’t want you to shit any of that cum out. We’re going to take the plug out and you’re gonna’ have to feel it slip out of you gradually and wake up in a pool of stranger cum, got it?” “Yes, sir,” I complied. So I got to sleep in the master bedroom with The Beast again, feeling my bowels betray me and letting cum drip out of me like a nasty whore. Just like The Beast said, I woke up in a pool of semen, my ass and legs covered with drying seed. And that’s when it dawned on me. He still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 12 (The Week - Day 4) I woke up to the sun streaming through the window, alone in the King sized bed. Disappointment swept over me as I realized my fantasy of waking up to The Beast using me was just that, a fantasy. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked around, seeing if I could hear my stud taking a leak in the master bathroom or making coffee in the kitchen. Instead, I heard the familiar howl of Kurt. After our shared experience last night, I could recognize his sexual cries anyplace. I crawled out of bed, slapped a pair of shorts on, and walked out into the house. The sounds were clearly coming from the basement and the door was open. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, goddamn it, my poor ass. It’s so sore…please, a break, a break…?” Kurt begged. “No breaks,” The Beast assured him. Half way down the stairs, the two bodies came into view. The Beast had Kurt belly up on the leather fuck table, legs spread and hands crossed over his chest and tied with rope that wound under the table and to the opposite wrist. The meaty cock that I so craved was punch fucking the gaping sore hole. Kurt’s cunt looked more like a tongue-less mouth, his rectal lips hanging out, soft pink insides viewable through the sphincter that struggled to close but still stayed open about an inch and a half. My face got red with frustration. Why did Kurt get this fucking, why didn’t I get it??? Did he deem me no longer worthy? Was I that much of a whore that even he wouldn’t have me any longer? My cunt wasn’t tight enough for him anymore…I wasn’t enough of a challenge…I was ruined. Not to mention he probably liked guys with big dicks to know that he was dominating a real man and not just some girlie boy. God, I couldn’t even please the one man I wanted – needed – to please! Kurt pleaded and moaned and squealed while The Beast continued to use his sloppy hole. The Beast threw back his head and let out a loud, guttural groan as he gripped his cock and jerked off two shots of cum onto and into Kurt’s gaping mancunt. Without warning, The Beast rammed into the slut’s pussy to fuck the remaining squirts deep in his bowels. Kurt curled up as much as the ropes would let him, his abdominal muscles flexing and becoming distinct and cut, and his mouth flew open making what would have been a scream if he had the capacity to make sound, but he didn’t. He just laid there, taking cum in a crunch position, eyes locked on the hairy stud using him as a cum bucket and silently crying. Once The Beast caught his breath, he took his cock out of Kurt without any resistance. The young stud was so open, The Beast basically fell out. Before even turning to me, he said, “Clean him up and then get him out of here.” He had known I was there again. As he walked past me on the stairs, he said, “No shower, just your tongue and then he leaves.” He paused for a second and then turned back to Kurt, “Oh and delete my number, man. Your pussy’s ruined, I have no use for it after today.” He disappeared up the stairs and I could hear Kurt crying. I knelt between his legs and started licking his sore, demolished hole. I scooped my tongue inside of him and he cooed. He sobbed and whimpered appreciatively as I licked the cum from his hole and his legs. “Come on, handsome, push a little bit for me and let me have the rest,” I coaxed him. I saw his hole try to bear down as much as he could but it still would shut all the way. More cum poured out of his stretched cunt and I lapped it up, a mixture of needing to taste part of The Beast even if he wouldn’t fuck me and wanting to soothe and calm this destroyed boy. He pushed the last of the toxic jizz out of his anal cavity with a sloppy fart and I sucked into my mouth and held it there. I came up to his face and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss passionately, exchanging The Beast’s tasty ejaculate and Kurt’s ass juices back and forth for a few minutes causing Kurt’s large cock to bob and pulse, shooting a cascade of cum all over his defined stomach and chest. I got to work licking up Kurt’s salty cum as I untied his hands. He rubbed his chafed wrists and looked at me for a second. Suddenly he pulled me to him and kissed me again, desperately. “Thank you,” he breathed into my ear. “You’re welcome,” I leaned my forehead against his. “I’m probably poz now, huh?” he asked me, as if there was any doubt. I nodded. “I meant what I said,” he began, “I think you’re beautiful. Every part of you.” And he hugged me tightly. “We make a good team,” he finished. I looked at him and shook my head, “We’re both bottoms.” “I can top,” he stammered. “You’re a bottom,” I smiled at him. “It’s okay. We had a good time, but you should go. I’m sure he’ll have your clothes waiting at the door.” “Okay,” he said, and he got off the fuck table and went upstairs. I stayed down there, tasting all of the flavors in my mouth until I heard the front door open and close. When I got upstairs, The Beast was eating some eggs and reading the paper in the kitchen. “Hey boy,” he grinned, “How about a movie after you shower?” This man amazed me. No mention of the college boy he spent the last 24 hours decimating, no mention of his negligence to fuck me, no mention of what was in store for me tonight. Just a welcoming smile and an invite to a movie. “Sure,” I said enthusiastically. “Well hurry up, there’s a Will Ferrell starting in 30 minutes,” he ordered me. When I got out of the shower, he had a smoothie ready for me to-go, and we drove to the movies where we laughed and joked through a Will Ferrell movie. Afterward, he looked at me and said, “You like swimming?” “Sure.” We drove to a wooded area where he hiked us along a path to a clearing where there was a lake nestled in the trees. There was a small cliff overlooking the water and The Beast started to shuck his clothes. I followed suit until we were both standing there naked. He looked at me and smiled. “What?” I asked. “You REALLY do have a small dick, boy,” was what he said, and then he scooped me up in his arms and jumped off the cliff into the water. We swam and goofed off in the lake for a while. I was sure he would take me there, using the water as lube no matter how painful that would be. But no. Just a bunch of horseplay before he said, “We should get back to the house and take a power nap before you clean up and we head out for the night.” We climbed up a steep path to the cliff, grabbed our clothes, and headed back to the car. Upon returning home, we both laid down in the master bedroom and napped for a couple of hours. Something hit me in the head, waking me up. It was an enema filled with water that The Beast had thrown at me, “Clean out, we slept late.” I cleaned out my ass, put on another jock and some jeans and a t-shirt and was ready to go where ever he lead. He drove us into the neighboring city again, right into downtown, and parked at a random meter. “Down to your jock,” he said. I left my shoes on but stripped to my jock and got out of the car. I followed him down a couple of streets and into an alley. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Bend over that garbage can,” he ordered. I did as he said, trying not to breathe in the rancid debris filling the can and the dumpster next to it. I had no idea what he had in mind when I heard a scratchy voice say, “Is this the place?” I looked over my shoulder and saw a homeless guy carrying a flyer. I was so confused but then in the light from the streetlamp I caught a glimpse of an identical flyer on the ground around the garbage can I was bent over. On it was a picture of me in a jock strap, ass exposed looking over my shoulder and underneath that it said, “CUM DUMP from 9pm – midnight” and then it mentioned today’s date and the alley that we were in. “This is the place, my friend,” crowed The Beast. The homeless guy dropped some change into The Beast’s palm and then unzipped his trousers to fish out his greasy dick. It was rock hard in seconds, 7 inches with a nice curve up, but dirty and gross. “Bend back over, bitch,” the homeless guy told me and he spit on his cock. I looked to The Beast who nodded, and I bent back over, tears falling onto the concrete. The homeless guy fed my waiting cunt his dirty cock, inching it in, letting spit drop on it once in a while to ease it in. Within a few minutes he was pounding away behind me and I was bucking and panting. This guy’s dick felt so good, I couldn’t stand it. He might have been a filthy homeless stranger who just paid for my ass in change, but the shape of his dick made my insides feel amazing. Nothing that was going to give me an internal, but soothing and pleasurable in a way that I could take it all night. But alas, he only lasted about 10 minutes before he was filling my hole with his swimmers. He grunted and cursed and spat on the back of my head as he unloaded in me. “Fucking whore,” he muttered as he pulled out of me and stumbled off. The Beast had just enough time to say, “You really just let a homeless man fuck you raw, you filthy cunt” before two more homeless guys walked up to us. The Black one gave The Beast some change and then pulled out The Beast’s cock’s Black twin. He roughly snatched some of the cum from my twat, scratching me with his unkempt finger nails, and rubbed it all over his uncut penis. He lodged his head in the dent of my ass, held onto both of my hips, and steadily sunk himself into me before instructing me, “Fuck yourself on my pole, boy.” I did just that, moving my fuck hole back and forth on his huge stick, trying to go as far out and as far in as I could. He would egg me on, “Yeah, give me that clean white ass. Take this dirty black cock just ‘cause it’s big and black. Just some big dicked guy living in the street but you need that dick, huh?” “Yes!” I grunted trying to get him deeper in me. He was hitting that spot and before long I was cumming on his huge cock, slamming my ass cheeks against his balls. “This bitch is squeezing the shit out of my cock! Jesus, boy, you need big black cock. You want some black babies in ya’? Huh? You promise to keep ‘em? You promise to have my black kids?” “Yes! Yes, I do!” I moaned as I felt him spasm inside of me, dousing my pussy walls with what felt like a gallon of cum. But he wasn’t done. He kept fucking me with the same force as he had before. “That’s right, boy, I’m not one of your white fucks. This here is a black fucker. I’m good for a second right away. Open up that hole, open up that cunt.” I grunted and growled trying to open up my insides for this monster and then he rammed in deeper than before. I threw my head back in pain as he said, “Push your asshole wide on my cock, push your asshole wide!” And I did, I opened up the hole around his cock and he managed to sink in another inch as he shot off round after round of his second load. He threw my shoulders back onto the garbage and pulled his mammoth cock out of me, turning to his buddy, “It’s good hole. I’ll see you under the bridge.” The other homeless guy had already paid The Beast his nickels and dimes and was already jacking his cock. It was average except for the incredibly bulbous mushroom head. As he pushed into me, my eyes watered and my ass began to quiver. His head finally popped through, but it still felt like he was plunging my insides with that disproportionate head of his. He yanked and pulled on my guts with his cock for about 15 minutes, me squawking and yelping the whole time, until he finally held it still and I could feel the head blow up, pressing right against my prostate. His cock juice poured out of that huge head as my ass hole came around the door knob he called a dick. Without warning he disengaged his whole cock, pulling some of my pink innards out with him. I winced and clenched, gathering back my asshole into its place. It was much like that for the next three hours. Smelly homeless guy after smelly homeless guy using my ass to get off in. All of them had big dicks somehow…not a small one in the bunch. The most humiliating was the guy that made me ride it. I had to look down into his gnarled face, his rotting teeth, his greasy hair. Where could I touch to balance myself? He reached up and pawed at my face and muscular torso with his nasty hands, all manners of grit under his nails and covered in filth. I went back and forth between holding onto his chest which was slick with sweat and dirt and grime, and holding onto his neck and hair, equally as repulsive. Just as he got close inside of me, he suddenly grabbed my neck and pulled me to his mouth. My hands lost their leverage so there was nothing I could do about it, and before I knew it, his tongue was in my mouth and I was tasting the worst breath I’ve ever experience. The combination of his thick cock shooting off inside of me and being forced to open mouth kiss this vile creature in an alley knocked me over the edge and my ass started cumming, milking every drop out of his skanky balls. He caught his breath before I did and knocked me off of him, leaving the alley without a backward glance. I looked up at The Beast who simply said, “Let’s go, it’s midnight.” I stood shakily and I followed him back to the car. He threw another towel over the passenger seat and I sat quietly for the ride home thinking about the dregs of life that I had just allowed to violate me. We got back to his place and when we got inside, I headed toward the master bedroom, but he put his hand on my chest. “You did good tonight, pussy boy, but even I can’t sleep next to you after what you just fucked,” and he pointed to the basement door. I wanted to die, but I simply nodded and went downstairs. As I curled up on the mattress amidst the smells of stale piss and cum, I cried. Not because of what I had just done, not because he couldn’t bear to have me in his bed, but because he still hadn’t fucked me. More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 11 (The Week - Day 3) No piss or boot kick to wake me up. I started to stir, having no idea what time it was. By now every body juice on me was a thick paste. I smelled of stale urine and day-old spunk. My hair was matted with stranger’s ejaculate. I couldn’t believe what a whore I had been turned into. I sat up and blinked my eyes wondering what time it was. That’s when I heard it: the pathetic whimpering yelp cutting through the air in rhythm. Walking up the stairs, the noise got louder and I began to realize that the sounds were the guttural exclamations of someone getting fucked. Was The Beast fucking someone? I became immediately jealous and my stomach dropped. I was here, why did he need to fuck someone else? I started walking towards the Master Bedroom carefully so I wasn’t heard or seen. As I passed a side table, two envelops caught my eyes. Both were filled with cash. One was labeled “Fri. Nite $10/head” and the other was labeled “Sat. Nite $100/flat fee”…was he keeping these for my Dad or was he just really organized? I couldn’t believe that each of those strangers only paid $10 to use me like that. And last night? The bar must have paid The Beast to supply its patrons with a human urinal. Only $100 for what those men did to me? I started to get hard thinking about what all of those men must think of me. How worthless they must think I am. The sounds from the bedroom pulled me back to the Master Bedroom. Whoever the bottom was was really starting to scream now, and I could hear The Beast grunting. I peaked around the corner and saw The Beast power slamming into a kid doggy style. The bottom was a muscular young stud with a big fully erect cock slapping against his chiseled stomach with each powerful thrust that The Beast gave him. The Beast slapped his already reddened ass, “Yeah, that’s a good cunt. Take my cock. Let me cream that hole.” “Fuck yes! You’re so big! You’re the best! My boyfriend can’t fuck me like this, you’re so much better!” the writhing slut exclaimed. “Why?” The Beast demanded. “Because your cock is so much bigger!” the fucked out bitch grunted and snarled. “I still make him wear condoms ‘cause he’s such a lame fuck.” “What a fucking pussy! To let someone make them wear a condom? You know better than to pull that shit with me.” And the Beast slammed into the guy’s guts to the hilt. The bottom howled. “Fuuuuuuuucccckkkk!” the cunt recovered, “I would never make you wrap that perfect cock. I need your cum.” “And you’re going to get it, you stupid fuck hole!” And with that, The Beast gave his bubble butt three more stabs and then noisily unloaded into willing receptacle. The bottom was whining and moaning and screaming as he milked every drop of semen out of the phallus lodged in his guts. I didn’t realize that I had been jerking my small cock the whole time, and I shot all over the carpet. It was so hot to watch a man that could control another man so completely no matter who it was. I mean, here was this guy cheating on his boyfriend with him, begging him to destroy his asshole. As jealous as I was, it was fucking hot! My focus was pulled back to bedroom by the bottom’s gasps. The Beast was fucking his load into him and the bottom was madly jerking his 7 incher. He let out a long groan and shot a sizeable load all over the sheets. Almost instantly, the muscle boy pulled his ass off of The Beast’s hard cock and wrapped his lips around it savoring his dominator’s dick juices mixed with his own cunt juices. “Good boy. You go ass to mouth with your limp-dicked boyfriend?” The Beast taunted. The bottom just moaned and shook his head. The Beast just laughed and then skulled fucked him a few strokes making him gag and wretch. Falling back onto the bed with a tired sigh, The Beast simply said, “Now get out.” Quietly, the muscle boy gathered his belongings and headed for the door, dressing as he went. I scooched back into the shadows of the bathroom so he didn’t see me. Once the muscle boy was gone, I heard The Beast say, “Come on in here, faggot.” He had known I was there the whole time. As I entered the room he said, “You like watching that?” I nodded, not making eye contact, “Who was he?” The Beast shook his head as he said, “My ex-wife’s nephew. Little slut was always looking at my crotch even when he was just a kid. I knew he’d turn out queer.” “And his boyfriend?” “Really nice guy, but obviously not much of a fuck.” “Are they poz too?” He snorted, “I have no idea. Now go take a shower. I wanna’ go to the gym.” I had never felt cleaner than after that shower. I had to wash my hair four times and soap and rinse my body five times to get everything off of me. We ate a quick breakfast -me just having another smoothie - and we headed to The Beast’s gym. We actually had a great workout. He pushed me and gave me pointers, now when he called me “pussy” it made me muscle through more reps, grunting and cursing like I never had at the gym. It was one of the best workouts I ever had, actually. After we were done, he smacked my ass and said, “Good job, boy, let’s shower.” The showers were public. There were four guys in there: The Beast, me, a really old guy, and a gorgeous young college muscle boy. Even with the eye candy of the college dude in the shower, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of The Beast. Everything about him turned me on. Clearly, the college boy thought so too because he didn’t seem to notice I was there, only The Beast. The old guy couldn’t keep his eyes off of me, though. The college boy was the first to leave the shower, heading back to the lockers with a lingering look at The Beast. Once the college guy was gone, The Beast approached the old guy, they whispered together for a minute or so, and then The Beast came over to me, “You’re going in the steam room with that guy. Do whatever he wants.” I looked up into his eyes, pleading, but The Beast would have none of it, “You’re a whore. You are just a hole to sell for whatever we can get for it to whomever will buy it. You’re already pretty damaged goods. Be thankful you can still get that.” He grabbed his towel and headed to the lockers. The old guy smiled at me and walked over. His grin was uneven, some teeth missing, some grey. He was completely bald except for a patch or two of stringy white hair. He was tall and gangly, loose wrinkly skin all over his torso spotted with brown circles of aging. His long arms were atrophied, with more loose skin hanging off them. “Let’s go, boy,” was all he said and headed for the steam room. We got into the steam room and there was a soft haze of moist air all around, but it was empty. “What if someone comes in?” I asked. “Everyone knows what the steam room is for at this gym,” he replied. “They enter at their own risk.” He plopped down on one of the tiled benches and pointed to his crotch. “Start sucking, boy.” I knelt in front of him and put his flaccid, hairy dick in my mouth. He began working my nips as I felt him grow against my tongue. “Fuck yeah, boy, that’s a good mouth. Use that tongue.” His cock ballooned until it was about 8 inches long and fat. I slurped and gagged on it trying to keep as much of it in my mouth as possible. He took it in his hand and slapped my face with it a few times. Then he pulled me up onto the bench and instructed me to lay back. I did and he said, “Eat my ass.” Without being able to response, the old man lowered his saggy ass onto my face. I didn’t do anything and he prompted, “Your pimp said you would do whatever I wanted so get eating.” I stuck my tongue out and started fishing around the loose flesh to get to his hole. Stringing hair was tickling my nose, forehead, and lips as I flicked my tongue on his ass. His pucker was bloated and spongy, clearly the victim of periodic hemorrhoids. But I hung on like a trooper and sucked on his ass lips and dove my tongue into his ancient hole until he was satisfied and he climbed off my face and sat back down. “Get on me, whore,” he ordered and I straddled him, his thick cock lined up at my hole. He fisted his cock and pushed it up into me. I gasped and whined as he slid me down his shaft. “Fuck boy, that’s nice hole.” Breathlessly, all I could say was, “thanks.” “Come on, ride it,” he baited and I began to bounce on his raw cock. As I rode his dick, he grabbed my head and brought it to his and started to kiss me. His mouth tasted like coffee and cigarettes and I tried to pull away, but he held my face there, his tongue lashing around my mouth and his lips sucking and massaging mine. I felt my dick get hard as I dropped my hole onto his dick harder and submitted to this disgusting assault. The old man held me tight and my ass started to clench with that familiar feeling. Suddenly, my tongue was out of my mouth and exploring his. I ran it over the exposed gums where teeth used to be and around his slimy cheek. Our tongues lashed at each other feeling his saliva mix with mine. He pulled back from my face and said, “Open.” I opened my mouth as he hacked up a loogey that he spit directly into my waiting orifice. “Swallow that shit,” he told me and I did, tears streaming down my face at how disgusting I was. I felt my internal starting as he said, “Use that tongue on my ears.” I went to work swirling my tongue over his ear, stringy hair tickling my tongue and getting lost in my mouth. He moaned and I felt him get harder. He grabbed my face again and started kissing me deeply as my hole trembled with an orgasm and his bloated cock shot a huge load into my colon. Our heavy breathing synced up as our respective orgasms subsided, and then he just dumped me off of him onto the tile next to him and walked out of the steam room. I lay there for a second, covered in sweat and cum leaking out of my cunt, and I realized that was the first time I had ever kissed a man. I almost cried at the knowledge that the only man out of the hundred that had been inside of me that wanted to kiss me was that old geezer with the missing teeth and the cigarette/coffee saliva. That would always be my first kiss. What a whore I was. After a minute, I got up and headed back to the showers where the old man was just leaving. I quickly rinsed, trying to get the disgusting smell of his saliva off of me, and then headed to the lockers. The Beast was standing there shirtless talking to the college dude who was also shirtless. As I got into my locker I heard The Beast say, “Yeah? You like to get fucked?” “Yeah, I like to get fucked,” said the college boy, breathlessly. “You saw what I got in the shower. You think you can handle it?” asked The Beast. “I’d like to try,” smiled the college dude. “Once I go for it, I don’t back off. So if you try, I will make sure you succeed,” The Beast warned. “That’s so fucking hot,” said the stupid college kid. Then as an after thought, “You clean? Neg and everything?” “Definitely,” lied The Beast. “Clean bill of health just last week.” “Well, I’m definitely game if you are.” “You got my number,” taunted The Beast. “Text me tonight. But make sure that cunt is clean before you do ‘cause if I want you to come over, I’m not gonna’ wanna’ wait 45 minutes for you to douche your snatch, got it?” I saw the college kid’s cock jump. He gulped and said, “You got it.” They said their goodbyes and the college kid left. That’s when the old guy came up to The Beast and handed him a twenty. “Thanks for that,” the old guy said and left. I was dressed by then and I looked at The Beast as he put on his shirt. “Good workout, huh?” he chuckled. I smiled sheepishly, still ashamed at getting so into that disgusting old man. “You’re a good boy,” The Beast said ruffling my hair, “Come on, let’s get you a smoothie.” When we got home, we just sat around watching TV and talking more about sports and college. Suddenly I said, “You still don’t know my name.” “I know,” he said simply. “And I still don’t know yours.” “I know. Maybe if you’re really good this week, that will change…fuck hole.” And then his phone beeped with a text message. The Beast looked at it and chuckled. “Right on cue.” “Is it that guy from the gym?” I asked. He simply showed me the text message which said: CUNT ALL CLEAN. The Beast texted him the address and told him to get over here right now. Then he looked at me, “Have your ass cleaned and be ready to go when I’m done with this whore.” “Yes sir,” I replied. About 10 minutes later, the college dude rang the bell. The Beast answered the door and they walked through the living room on the way to the bedroom. The college guy recognized me and said, “Hey man, I’m Kurt.” I gave a weak wave as The Beast said, “Don’t worry about him. Come on.” They disappeared into the bedroom and I listened for the next hour and a half as The Beast used the boy. All I could hear were the groans and moans and whimpers and screams and howls from Kurt and the grunts and growls and shouts and orders from The Beast. I grew increasingly jealous. I got the old crusty guy while this college kid got The Beast, that wasn’t fair. I was younger and I was already broken in. I wanted The Beast. Finally, they emerged from the room. Kurt was only in a jock strap and barely standing. The Beast was fully dressed. “Come on, we’re taking Kurt on a field trip.” “Where are we going?” asked Kurt. The Beast hauled off and slapped him. “Who owns your cunt now?” “You do,” Kurt said, rubbing his face. “That’s what you wanted, right? That was the deal. When you were begging me to keep fucking you and I told you I was gonna’ stop unless you handed over ownership of your cunt, what did you say?” Kurt looked at me, shame in his eyes, “I said it was yours.” “That’s right. Now you’re gonna’ prove it.” The Beast ushered us out to the car and drove us across town. We pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore. Kurt started to freak out a little bit, but The Beast grabbed him by the hair, pulled Kurt’s ear to his mouth and said, “Don’t be a pussy. Deep inside yourself you want to give it all to me, don’t you? Have you ever had a better fuck?” Kurt looked him right in the eyes, “No, sir, I haven’t. Okay.” We got out of the car and went into the store. The Beast exchanged pleasantries with the guy behind the counter. They clearly knew each other and The Beast threw him a couple of twenties and then proceeded to lead us into the back of the store where there were a bunch of black doors. Now, Kurt being dressed in only a jockstrap had definitely garnered us some attention and a small swarm of lowlifes followed us into the back hallway. We entered a vacant room, pretty cramped with three people in it. The Beast took out a bottle of poppers and put it to Kurt’s nose, who inhaled deeply. Kurt was pushed to his knees and The Beast pushed his hardening cock into his mouth and began to skull fuck him. Kurt had clearly just been schooled by The Beast because he let all of the saliva and bile just flow. It poured out of Kurt’s mouth and down onto his chiseled pecs and perfect abs. The Beast turned to me, “Lick that shit off of him.” I breathed in deeply and obeyed. I kneeled down and began to lick the saliva, pre-cum, and wretch off of Kurt’s torso. My tongue enjoyed licking the hard creases of his musculature and after everything I had done, swallowing down the body fluids was fine. As I was lapping up Kurt’s overflow I noticed a rather large veiny cock poked through the large hole in the wall. It kind of wagged at us, demanding attention. The Beast notice it, put the poppers back at Kurt’s nostrils, and then took him by the hair and pushed his mouth towards the cock. “Noooo!” yelled Kurt but his protest was muffled by the fat 8 incher plunging into his mouth. In a cloud of poppered lust he slurped on the cock even as he continued to say the word “no” completely garbled by the blowjob he was performing. The Beast held Kurt in place allowing the disembodied cock to enjoy its skull fuck. Tears streamed down Kurt’s face as spit flowed from his mouth cavity around the bloated phallus invading his face. The Beast had three fingers inside of him, digging around his cum-coated cavity when he pulled his digits out and slid his erection into him up to his balls. I licked my lips wanting that asshole to be mine. Kurt winced and sucked harder on the strange cock. I saw the cock in Kurt’s mouth twitch and spasm and Kurt started gagging, semen flowering out from either side of the dick and dripping down his chin. Once the man on the other side of the wall had drained his balls, he pulled his dick away unceremoniously and it was immediately replaced by an uncut fatty, not as long as the last one but significantly thicker. Even thicker than The Beast. I could smell this cock from where I was standing so I could only imagine what Kurt was tasting right now with all of that stale male scent lingering under that heavy foreskin. It couldn’t have been good because he was wrinkling his face and in between thrusts from the guy, I heard him say “please…” begging The Beast to let him go. “Get that tongue under that foreskin, bitch,” was The Beast’s only console. Spurred on, Kurt began sucking the vile cock with more vigor, clearly determined to be a good boy for the man who now owned his cunt. After a few more minutes of Kurt being raped at both ends, The Beast asked, “You had enough?” and he let Kurt back up enough to take his mouth off the cock and answer through a froth of semen, “Yes, please, I’ve had enough.” “Good,” replied The Beast and quickly flipped Kurt around before he knew what was going on and planted his freshly fucked cunt onto the thicker uncut cock. Kurt bellowed at first and then panicked, trying to pull off of the anonymous cock. The Beast held him in place and crouched to be face to face with him, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, this is what I want. You’re not going anywhere. Here.” He put the poppers back at his nose and Kurt took four or five hits, moaning despite himself. “Just think about that vile cock you were just tasting is now inside of you raw. That’s right, we have no idea who this guy is and he’s in your ass, that cunt that now belongs to me. Think back, did you notice any bumps or sores on it? I hope not. ‘Cause they’re in you now, rubbing against your battered pussy walls.” Kurt whined and looked up into The Beast’s steely gaze. I was rock hard watching the destruction of this college stud, his eyes welled with tears as he realized just what he had agreed to earlier that day at the gym. The cock behind him was actually pulling his rectum out with each stroke. It was such a hot look, actually turning his ass into cunt lips. The Beast grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of Kurt. “Keep him in place. I wanna’ see the fireworks,” he said and took my place watching the thick cock push into the weeping boy repeatedly. I crouched down to look right into the big scared blue eyes of the muscle jock and whispered, “This is what you wanted, remember?” And then I put my mouth on his and kissed him deeply. He looked shocked at first but then kissed me back, exploring my mouth with his tongue. He tasted of cock and cum and I devoured him. My hands reached up and rubbed his chest, nipples, arms, and stomach as the faceless intruder behind him fucked him harder and harder and HARDER. Kurt moaned and whimpered now, enjoying the thickness in his rectum and the intimacy of making out with another muscled young guy. I brought the poppers back to his nose and saw The Beast pull out a switchblade. My stomach jumped for a moment but then he lifted the straps of Kurt’s jock strap and cut them, letting the jock fall to the ground. Kurt was flying now and I went back to kissing him and encouraging him to take his fucking. The guy behind the wall began to groan loudly and Kurt’s eyes got really wide as the dick thickened inside of him. “Oh fuck, that cock is throbbing. Good cunt, take that stranger’s load. Take that dirty cum in your butt,” The Beast growled. The grunting behind the wall went on for a while. He must have been dumping days worth of cum into Kurt. Kurt held onto me and whined into my ear, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what am I doing?” And then it was done. Kurt winced and sighed as the uncut cock removed itself from his ass, but then he immediately hissed out a “Fuuuucccckkkk…” as another cock took its place, and The Beast commented, “Whoa, fuck! Look at that black snake!” I could tell that this was a long one as Kurt just kept sucking in air as the new cock made its way deep into his bowels. “So…long…my God…” he mumbled and gripped me again, “Poppers…” he pleaded. I put the poppers to his nose as this new ebony tool took its turn in my college “friend’s” hole. Kurt stayed there, bent over, bare ass to the wall, taking raw dick after raw dick from anonymous faceless perverts for a while. I kept Kurt occupied with poppers and making out and talking him through each of the fucks. The Beast enjoyed the show, commenting as each cock blew its poison into the young buck or a new piece of meat found its way into the helpless kid’s cunt: “Oh wow, that black fucker put a quart of semen in your hole” “Jesus, this one must be latin, big brown and uncut.” “Fuck, he’s churning up that cum like butter.” “Oh yeah, put your babies in this dumb cunt.” “Here comes number 5 in your twat, pussy boy.” “Fuck yeah, another load for your womb, bitch.” “You have so many different guys’ kids in you right now…” Kurt lasted through seven cocks before he was just too shaky to take any more. The Beast slapped the wall and said, “That’s it for now,” and the cock that had already been stuck through to take its turn was removed with a grumble from its owner. Kurt had cum dripping out of his ass and rolling down both of his legs. He stood up and stretched, but The Beast wasn’t going to let him have that much of a break. The Beast sat back on a wooden bench built into the wall, and said, “Stay standing and bend over and suck my cock. Faggot boy, clean up his legs and ass.” I positioned myself behind Kurt, wishing I was the one that got to suck on The Beast’s big dick. I started lapping up the cum from Kurt’s legs and ass cheeks and swollen pucker. I listened to him slurp and choke on the large cock between The Beast’s legs as I tasted all of the different flavors of the men that had poured their juice into this destroyed college boy. I may never know what these guys looked like but I knew what their DNA tasted like. All the salty, bleachy, putrid flavors mixed and churned and dripping out of Kurt and down his muscled, peach fuzzed legs. He would gag causing his ass to expel more cum in a wet fart, and my tongue was there to lap up the rewards, swallowing the semen from the deepest of his innards. “Okay boys,” The Beast said with a tone of finality. Kurt looked up at him with heaving, exhausted breaths, “Are we done?” “Done?” The Beast chuckled, “We only just got started.” Kurt looked at him in disbelief. I was not surprised at all. He told me to strip, which I did without a second thought, and then he lead both of us out of the booth. There was still a crowd fascinated by what was happening in our booth and they followed the two naked boys and the dominant hulking top farther into the store. We pushed through another door and entered into a smallish movie house with some nasty bareback porn playing on the big screen. The Beast marched us right down front and bent us over two of the theatre seats, side by side. Kurt and I looked at each other, unsure of what was about to happen, but then The Beast took out a black Sharpie. He uncapped it and began to write on Kurt’s ass, speaking the words as he wrote, “Cum Dump #1.” And then he wrote on my ass, “Cum Dump #2.” He leaned down to look at both of us. “Alright boys, you ready for a little competition. You’re about to get fucked…a lot. And I’m going to give you a hash mark on your back whenever your cunt gets a cock off. Let’s see which hole is the best, huh?” He stood up to address the growing crowd, leaving Kurt and I to just look at each other, wide eyes beginning to fill with shameful tears. “Okay guys, these two will take all loads. The only thing I need to know is when you finally cum ‘cause otherwise I won’t know which slut to give credit to, got it?” The crowd buzzed their consent and then started to line up behind our open asses. I suddenly realized that although Kurt was thoroughly fucked and lubed, I was dry as bone. I started to panic but then The Beast appeared in front of me, “I didn’t forget about your little dry cunt, boy,” and he slapped a glob of Boy Butter in between my spread cheeks, fingering it into me slightly. “Thank you, sir,” I smiled up at him. What proceeded was nothing short of a frenzy. Kurt and I were called every nasty name in the book, treated like fuck dolls. The tops trenched out our pussies, criticizing and comparing them, fueling the competition. We just tried to keep up, pulsing our ass walls and milking each new dick. Whenever a cock would unleash in our guts, the owner grunting or yelling out, “I’m fucking cumming, dude!” to The Beast or punching our ass cheek with a “I’m knocking you up, bitch!” The Beast would use the Sharpie to make a hash mark on our shoulder blade, keeping score of the loads taken. I felt connected to Kurt while at the same time jealous if a guy that had fucked me made a different or more emphatic noise when he sunk into Kurt’s hole. When we didn’t have a cock in our mouth, we would stay locked in each other’s gaze, grunting and snarling to bear down on whatever engorged cock was stretching our cunt at that particular moment. At one point, a particularly huge cock bobbed between our faces and we both started slurping on it together, our tongues running over the veiny surface and meeting every once in a while. Eventually, we were making out with the cock in our mouths. This sent both of the guys in our asses over the edge and we got another load in our holes. Thank God we had the seat cushions to kneel on, keeping our pussies up in the air for this onslaught as it went on for hours. Some of the guys that went back and forth between our two holes were just vile, disgusting perverts that lived for rare events like this one. I have no idea how long Kurt and I had been taking loads when the lights came on abruptly and the guy from behind the counter came in. “Sorry to break up the party, guys, but the store is getting a bit too conspicuous. There’s a crowd out front, too many cars in the parking lot, we’re gonna’ get busted. I think it’s time to wrap it up.” I had to laugh at the use of the phrase “wrap it up” since I had never taken cock that had been wrapped up. I couldn’t even imagine it at this point. I remember using condoms with Deanna, and it felt fine but nothing like the feeling of skin on skin. For all of the abuse, emotional and physical, The Beast (and my Dad) had done me a favor. I would never have to know the hassle and deadening sensation of a condom again. I was a bareback whore now and always. “Okay guys,” The Beast said to the two guys fucking Kurt and me, “You have two minutes to finish up and then we’re gone.” The tops started pistoning like mad men, causing Kurt to call out “Ah! Ah! Ah!” with each violent thrust. I just grunted and pushed back on my guy, trying to milk his cock, which worked. His dick pulsed and sprayed into me. He gave my smooth ass three thankful slaps and went away. The bald Latino guy with the huge pecs and pronounced beer belly fucking Kurt gave up on his hole, pulled out, and sank it into me. The shock of his insertion made my cunt tighten and squeeze and within five strokes, he was filling my twat with stranger’s semen. The Latino pulled out of my ravaged cunt with a pop, grabbed his shirt and left the theatre. “Let’s tally up the score, boys,” The Beast said with a smile. There was still a sizeable crowd awaiting the results. Kurt and I looked at each other as The Beast counted the hash marks on our back. I smile at Kurt, and he looked like he was going to cry for a moment before smiling back. “Well, it was fairly close,” began The Beast. “Cum dump #1 you got a total of 24 loads in you, but pussy boy over here got 29. So it looks like we have our winner! Cum dump #2 is the bigger whore. The cunt that got the most loads.” A cheer went up from the crowd. I looked into Kurt’s eyes and whispered, “Don’t feel bad. At least you have an actual cock. Mine’s so small it looks like a clit.” “Shut up,” Kurt spat. “I don’t care about that. You’re beautiful. Thanks for getting me through this.” Before I could say “you’re welcome,” The Beast barked, “Let’s go, boys!” and was pulling us up and ushering us out the door. He didn’t even bother to see if my clothes were still in the booth. He just lead us out to the car naked, we piled in, and he drove us back to his place. We went inside and The Beast said, “Okay, pussy boy, you won so you get a reward. And you,” he pointed to Kurt, “You get punished.” He pushed Kurt toward the basement door, “You’re sleeping down there tonight. There’s a mattress in the corner. You can leave tomorrow.” Kurt looked shocked that he was expected to stay but he knew better than to disobey so he opened the door and descended the stairs. The Beast shut and locked the door, assuring that Kurt wouldn’t leave during the night. “Let’s go,” he said to me and lead me to the master bedroom. I started getting excited about what my reward would be. He crawled into bed and said, “You get to sleep up here tonight with me.” I smiled and crawled into bed next to him. He scooped me up and held me tight and my head found his chest. I waited there, expectantly, but then I heard the heavy breathing of his slumber. He didn’t fuck me. Well, maybe he was tired and I would wake up with his solid cock in my mouth or ass. I fell asleep thinking about that, looking forward to that. The Beast would fuck me in the morning. More to cum...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 10 (The Week - Day 2) I woke up to The Beast peeing on my face. Choking and coughing, I laid there remembering where I was as his piss splashed into my mouth and nose. Knowing I was awake, I thought he’d stop but he unloaded his whole bladder onto my head. Once his streamed subsided, my nostrils cleared enough to smell the piss, cum, sweat, and grime that covered me head to toe. I smelled like a whore. The Beast’s piss had liquefied some of the dried cum, making my skin slick and creating a goop in my hair. He threw a set of clothes down on the floor next to the mattress and said, “Get dressed.” “Can I shower, sir?” I asked, certain he wasn’t taking me anyplace like this. “Fuck no, you can’t shower, cunt. Come on, hurry up, I’m hungry. You slept all day.” So covered in the semen of all those strangers, wet with The Beast’s morning piss, and with my hair disheveled in several clumps of cum, I pulled on the shorts, T-shirt, and flip flops that he had provided me. He put his enormous cock back in his jean shorts and said, “Let’s go, faggot.” He took me to a Denny’s. I couldn’t believe it. I was mortified, but I didn’t question it. He acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. He got out of the car with a small duffel bag, waited for me to close my door, and clicked the alarm on. Then he strode ahead of me, not really paying attention to whether or not I was close behind or the people that were already starting to stare at my appearance. I got through the door in enough time to hear him say, “I think a booth, thanks.” The hostess lead us to a booth, parading me through a dozen or so other patrons, all whispering about my appearance as soon as I passed. When the waitress came, The Beast ordered a large breakfast even though it was already 5pm. When she turned to me, I opened my mouth to order, but The Beast chimed in, “He’ll have a fruit smoothie. The berry one. That’s it.” She took our menus and went away as he said, “Can’t have you getting messy. You should eat really light this week.” I nodded and waited for our food. The Beast started asking me questions about my college plans, etc. I told him I was interested in Sports Management, which lead to a discussion on which sports I followed and what I thought of the current baseball season. It was the longest period of time he didn’t call me pussy, cunt, or faggot since we’d met. The food arrived and we both ate…well, he ate and I drank…our breakfast and continued our conversation. After finishing his meal, he abruptly stopped the conversation by saying, “Okay, pussy boy, it’s time for tonight’s adventure.” He slid the duffel bag across the table. “There’s an empty enema, a couple of dildos, and some lube in this bag. Go into the handicap stall in the bathroom here – it has it’s own sink – and clean that cunt out real good. Then spend some time opening up that hole with these dildos. It’s for your own good ‘cause I have a treat for you tonight.” I took the bag and went into the bathroom to follow his instructions. I cleaned out my fuckhole really well and then I lubed up my ass, fingering my pink hole gently at first. I was pretty sore from the previous night and I wanted to ease myself into the sex toys. Eventually, I worked the smallest dildo into myself and then the medium one and the large 10X7 rubber dick into my cunt. All the while a steady parade of patrons came in and took a piss at the urinal or used the stall next to me as I softly grunted my way through my self-inflicted ass-opening. In the middle of working the big boy into me, a man came in and unleashed a steady stream into the urinal. I’d recognize that strong stream of piss anywhere. I was proven right after he zipped up and slammed a palm on the door of my stall, “Let’s go, cunt.” I pulled the dildo out of my ass, threw everything into the duffel bag, and pulled my shorts up. When I came out of the stall, The Beast was already headed out of the door. He had taken care of the check and we headed straight for the car. As soon as I got into the passenger seat, he threw a sizeable butt plug in my lap and said, “Put that in you.” As he started the car, I lifted my ass off the seat and dug my hand into my shorts with the butt plug. With some slight maneuvering, I lined it up with my now open hole and forced it passed my ring. He whimpered a bit as it came to rest in my rectum. He put the car in gear and said, “Now enjoy the ride.” We drove for quite some time, enjoying some more conversation. This time about his history in college football, a serious injury that prevent him continuing to play, getting into construction, his marriage, his divorce, when he realized he was meant to fuck bitch boys like me. All the while, the butt plug pressed against my insides, keeping me open and causing my little dick to leap or my ass walls to quiver when we would turn suddenly or come to a stop or start moving again. “Here we are,” The Beast informed me. We had driven to a major city about 2 hours away from where we lived. I hadn’t even noticed we were in the car that long, but there we were in the parking lot of The Crow’s Nest, a bar that I had heard about since I had been turned into a cum dump. It was a well-known leather bar. He grabbed another small bag and said, “Strip.” Again, no questions. I just took off my shorts and my t-shirt. “Let’s go,” he said, and we were out of the car and headed into the bar. I was naked and crusted with piss and cum and he paraded me through this crowded bar. The patrons ranged from huge and muscular to old and vile. Most had on leather – harnesses, chaps, some collars. The Beast lead me straight through the crowd, not paying attention to the hands fingering my hole, slapping my ass, and touching my muscled torso; not caring about the studs laughing at my pathetic endowment; and clearly, expecting the trail of scum bags following behind me to see where my master was leading me. The Beast went straight into the men’s room. I followed him in and saw him plop the new duffel bag on the sink counter. As a small crowd of men filtered into the restroom, The Beast took a dog collar from the bag. He motioned me over and I obediently went to him. He secured the dog collar around my neck as I watched the scarier looking members of the crowd lick their lips. “Get on all fours,” The Beast said simply as he removed a leash from the duffel bag. As I crouched into doggy position, exposing the butt plug lodged in my ass, the crowd began to buzz with comments: “Hot fucking hole…” “…true motherfucking whore, finally…” “…now THAT’S a sweet pucker…” “…atta’ boy, be that slut…” “…a faggot that knows his place…” The comments and attention made me start dripping from my little pecker as The Beast strung the leash around the pipe of one of the urinals and then fed it through the loop of fabric that was the handle. He then fed the padlock through the metal ring at the end of the leash and the metal rings on either side of the collar. The padlock clicked shut and he dropped it. My head sank for a moment under the weight of the lock. I wasn’t going anyplace. He took three more items out of the duffel: a metal device, a bottle of lube, and a bottle of poppers. He handed me the bottle of poppers and said, “Take a big whiff.” I snorted four or five whiffs of the poppers while The Beast lubed up the metal thing. He positioned himself behind me and I tried to relax, wanting to please this God. He pulled the butt plug out of me with a pop and eased the metal object into my waiting gape of a cunt. It scraped a little but it wasn’t very big so I was able to manage it fairly easily. That’s when I felt it grow. I could tell The Beast was twisting something like a key and with each turn the metal item seemed to expand. Holy fuck, he had put a speculum inside of me. He just kept stretching my pussy wider and wider, the crowd around us growing and egging him on to open my ass bigger. Finally, he stood up, pleased with how distended he had made my rectum. He turned to the patrons of the bar and said, “Okay boys, here’s the story. My boy is your urinal tonight, okay? But that’s it. He’ll take piss and cum in either hole. There is to be no fucking.” A groan of disappointment erupted from the crowd. The Beast said more loudly, “NO FUCKING! And I’m fucking serious! If I find out that one of you fuckers put your dick in his mouth or his cunt, you’ll be sorry, and you know I mean it.” The crowd murmured again in agreement, recognizing the severity of The Beast’s threat. “Go ahead and fill him up, boys. I’ll be back later.” And with that, The Beast walked out of the bathroom, and presumable the bar, leaving me at the mercy of this bar of sexual deviants. The initial onslaught was dizzying. All these cocks jerking madly around me. None of them were small, they were all on the big side and I was secretly wishing they had been among the strangers from last night. As the pigs intent on contaminating my holes with their seed, a few less patient guys decided they needed to take a leak first. “First deposit, bitch!” I looked over my shoulder to see a bearded bear in a harness start to shoot a stream of piss directly at my hole. Later on Xtube, I saw the footage of this captured by one of the bastards on their phone. The speculum held my cunt open and I could see the red walls of my ass clearly. The bear’s fat cock was sending a steady stream of urine directly into the open hole that once was my ass and was now a urinal. I could feel the hot fluid fill my guts until it bubbled and flooded out of my stretched fuck hole. Just then, the first breeder started grunting and pushed the fat bear aside. The breeder – a shirtless muscular, tanned stud in his 40s clad in assless chaps – put his dick head right at the opening of the speculum and ejaculated 5 big shots of cum into my exposed chute. He zipped up and left, slapping me on the ass and saying thanks. “Open your fucking mouth, cunt!” Instinctively, I opened my mouth wide and got a huge stream of pungent piss fill my mouth quickly until it was running down my chin. The source was an old guy in a leather vest and jeans. Once emptied, he slapped his floppy cock on my forehead a few times before zipping up and leaving the bathroom. I focused on the droplets of urine I could feel in the middle of my forehead as two more thick dicked trolls jerked their dicks directly into my shitter followed by a tall, lean, furry bald guy jerking his dick in my face, ordering me, “Open your mouth hole, you stupid whore!” Of course, I complied and felt ropes of semen across my tongue and on my lips just as I felt the cum in my ass slip out of the speculum and coat my pussy lips. The line of guys was steady all night, pissing in my mouth. Sometimes all over my face. One guy even held my eye lid open and pissed right in my eye as I howled from the sting. Others had fun watching my cunt fill up with their urine, a long arc of yellow landing in my stretched opening like a game at a carnival. Still others just wanted their DNA in my ass and jerked it straight into the gape. No one broke the rule, no one fucked me. I just stayed on all fours in a gathering puddle of piss and cum. My knees were aching, and yet the lowlifes kept coming and cumming. Eventually, my legs gave out and I fell belly-down into the puddle of urine and seed. The speculum pinched my insides from my collapse but I could feel it still doing it’s job, and although my mouth wasn’t as easily accessible, my hole was still wide open and guys continued to fill it with their body fluids. And still, even though my head was flat against the cold, wet linoleum slick with fresh pee and semen, some guys enjoyed just pissing on my face and watching my tongue lash out trying to lap it up since The Beast had promised BOTH holes until he got back. At some point, I must have passed out because I woke up to The Beast kicking me with his heavy black boot. “Come on, faggot boy, you’re used up.” All my joints ached and tried to bend them before standing. I reached my hand between my legs and discovered that The Beast had already removed the speculum. He roughly unlocked the padlock, freeing me of the collar and the leash as I asked, “What time is it?” “Five o’clock in the morning,” he responded, “Time to go home and go to bed.” “Yes, sir.” He stowed the supplies in the duffel bag and threw me my clothes. “Let’s go,” he ordered and walked out the door. I quickly put on my shorts and t-shirt, afraid he would leave me without a second thought. I caught up to him in the parking lot, half stumbling and half limping to his car. I noticed that he had covered the passenger seat with a towel, not wanting me to ruin his upholstery with my dripping snatch. Nothing was said as we pulled out of the parking lot, and I almost immediately fell asleep as soon as we were on the highway. Upon returning to The Beast’s house, he shoved me towards the basement door, “Your bed is exactly how you left it.” I looked at him pathetically as he sauntered off to his comfortable King bed in the master bedroom. I retreated to the basement and my piss soaked, cum smelly mattress. I curled up in a ball, snuggling up to the pillow. The mattress was still moist from where The Beast had woken me up with his piss and I touched it with my hand and then my cheek as I began to doze, thinking, “He still hasn’t fucked me.” That realization almost made me cry as I fell asleep and dreamed that this would change tomorrow. More to come...

Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz Part 9 (The Week - Day 1) My alarm went off at 7am as usual. Barely two hours of sleep, and I had to drag myself out of bed and get ready for school. I knew my dad would never call the school for me, even to give me just a few more hours of sleep. My ass was SO SORE. It felt like you could drive a Mack truck up my cunt and I wouldn’t feel it. I kind of hobbled around all day feeling every last thrust from those 30+ guys I took last night. And I was leaking cum the whole day. I kept feeling it run down my leg, and I swear other people knew that I smelled like spunk. It was so embarrassing. I also checked my email account all day, but no more jobs lined up. I was grateful for the reprieve. My ass definitely needed some down time. I headed home after baseball practice, desperately needing a nap. Upon entering my house, I heard moans and high pitched screaming. As I passed the living room, I saw Deanna bent over our couch taking a deep dicking from Mr. Johnson, our black next door neighbor. He would pull it out of her and plunge it into her ass making her shriek like a tormented cat. After pumping in and out of her ass a few times, he would pull it out again and push it right back into her cunt. He was a good 10 inches and she was taking it like a champ. My dad sat on the back of the couch, his load obviously recently released, and stroking his fat, soft cock casually. As Deanna fought to pull my father’s cock into her mouth every now and then, my father encouraged Mr. Johnson to “give her a black baby…come on, dude, this slutty little cunt wants to get preggers. Make her father shit a brick when it comes out brown. Put that black seed in her womb. Knock her up.” Suddenly, Mr. Johnson pulled it out of her ass and shoved all the way into her pussy, his ass muscles tightening, and I knew he was dumping a huge fertile load of black babies into my newly ex-girlfriend’s unprotected twat. Deanna cooed on my father’s dick, clenching her pussy, trying to milk every last sperm from my 50 year-old neighbor. “Fuck that’s good pussy!” said Mr. Johnson, shaking his head and realizing that I was watching as he pulled his spent dick from Deanna’s crotch. “Sorry kid, I don’t fuck boys no matter how girlie they are.” And I heard him and my Dad laughing as I went up to my room to sleep. Over the next several weeks, my Dad set me up with a client or two. Nothing of note, just some random guys that I’d either go to their office or some hotel or they’d come to our house. My Dad was very accommodating with my cunt and what they paid was always somewhat arbitrary. Sometimes my 30% was 60 bucks, sometimes it was 60 cents. The sick thing is, my ass came more and harder when I knew I was only making 60 cents. The only really AMAZING sex I was having during this time was when Jordan would decide to use me. Although he mocked me and slapped me around in the hallways, every now and then he would show up at my door or pull me into a janitor’s closet, use my hole viciously, fill me with his delicious spunk, zip up, slap me in the face, and leave me alone dripping cum and usually blood out of my ass. And I fucking loved it. His dick hit every spot I had…his body made me drool…and he could fuck like an animal. Anyway, over a month had gone by and I hadn’t gotten the fuck flu or tested positive yet. You could tell my Dad was frustrated by this, but it’s not like I wasn’t taking a literal butt load of poz cum. We were well into the summer by now and my Dad was out of town one week, which meant I would get some down time and not have any clients. I was very relieved. I was just getting ready to head to the gym when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find The Beast. I just stared for a moment, wondering if I should feel as completely aroused as I did or as terrifyingly frightened as I did. “Hey pussy boy,” he growled, “Your Dad tells me the bug ain’t taken yet.” I swallowed hard before replying, “No, sir.” Sir? It came back as if I had been to boot camp. “It hasn’t, and I’ve been doing everything that my Dad has told me to do.” “You mean you’ve been taking every diseased cock he’s sold your ass to?” “Yes, sir.” He snorted, “I love a challenge. Throw some shit into a bag and let’s go. You’re mine for the week.” Apparently, he had already worked this out with my Dad, and I was officially under his control for the next seven days. And what a 7 days it was. I was fucked by almost a hundred different men. It was insane. Day 1 – The Beast brought me to his house and had me clean out. He threw me a pair of assless mesh underwear that I hurried to put on. I thought he was going to fuck me but he didn’t. He hauled me down to his basement where he had a mini-dungeon. “Just put this in,” he said proudly. He led me to a leather fuck bench and had me bend over the cool leather. He placed my wrists and ankles in restraints, and then placed a leather blindfold over my eyes. “Ready for your fucking?” he asked. “Yes, sir.” I squeaked, excited to have him inside of me again. “Good cunt.” Then he left me there, alone. Bound. It felt like forever. It could have been five minutes, it could have been an hour. I was getting afraid that he was going to leave me there overnight and a thin layer of sweat started to cover my mostly nude body. Suddenly I heard him behind me. “Just about to start, boy.” And I heard him jerking his huge cock. You could hear how meaty it was just from the sounds it made in his hand. In a couple of minutes, he was shooting his load all over my exposed hole. He grunted and then said, “And that’s all the lube you get to start, you stupid bitch.” And with that, I heard some laughter, and I realized he wasn’t the only one in the room. I felt a pair of hairy legs saddle up between my thighs. A thick mushroom head lined up with my wet hole and pushed into me roughly. I yelped and bucked but was fixed in place. Fuck, it hurt. No warm up, only a few shots of jizz for lube. I had no idea who was behind, just felt their thick flesh pushing my walls open, stretching my cunt. He had bull nuts that just kept slapping against me, boiling with cum that I could only assume was poisonous. Suddenly, I felt the Beast take my head in his hands, and whisper gruffly in my ears, “This is your night, poz whore. And tomorrow it will be something different. You won’t be able to even walk by the end of the week. Got it?” “Yes, sir,” I squeaked as the guy behind me slammed into me again. “Some of these guys tonight are fucking heinous, boy,” he taunted me. “Like fat and ugly and just gross. And they’re just using you as a fucking hole. By the end of the week, every fucker in this town is going to know your hole…and you’ll be useless. No one will fuck that used up twat. Used up at 18. Totally ruined with no one who will actually step up and claim ownership. Alone, diseased, and worthless.” “Fuck, this is good cunt!” shouted the guy using my pussy. Then he hilted in me and I felt his semen flood my guts. I moaned and started down the path towards and internal. The top drained his huge balls into me and then slid out with a pop. He moved around in front of me as he said, “Best ass all night. I fucked four cunts at the bookstore but this was much better than them.” And with that he shoved his cock in my mouth to clean off. I felt his cum drip out of my ass a little, but another faceless cock scooped it up and slid it back into me with the length of his very large cock. I could feel the first top’s belly on my forehead and taste all five assholes on his dick as I slobbered on his cummy dick. The guy behind me was doing a good job of trenching me out deep and stirring up those feelings. He was well passed my second ring and I felt my stomach clench each time he hit what I can only assume was my colon. This fucker must have been over 10 inches, though he was thinner than the last guy. He was definitely battering my insides and I’m sure I was going to be bleeding from him, but I loved it. His constant colon punching made me suck on the first guy’s cock even harder, loving the fact that I had no idea whose cock I was sucking…and even hotter that I had no idea whose ass I was tasting. Finally, the stud behind me pushed me over the edge and I came…my asshole clenching and sucking on his long dick, my stomach wracked with painful spasms as my cunt tried to accommodate what was happening deep inside of it. The fat guy’s cock fell out of my mouth as I let loose with a soundless scream. The guy behind me started shooting into me and given my newly orgasmed sensitivity, I could feel each shot against my raw walls, sending a shiver over my whole body with each ribbon of cum. “Goddamn, this whore is nothing but a cum dump. He fucking needs it more than slammed bitches I’ve fucked,” commented the guy behind me, pulling his dick out of me. The next faceless top was pushing into me before Long Dick got his slimy cock in my mouth hole. This continued for a while. Different shapes and sizes, but I never saw who was actually using me. Every once in a while The Beast would tell me that a particularly disgusting man was inside of me. He would describe his missing or grey teeth, his pox-marked face, his distended belly, his hairy nose…and eventually after he unloaded inside of my ass, I would get to smell his unwashed crotch or his day old body odor or the stale sweat under the roll of fat above his cock…and taste his dirty dick covered in all of the different flavors of cum pouring out of my ass. At one point, while I was getting fucked by a particularly fat cock, a bunch of the faceless strangers that were waiting – or perhaps had already had their turn – decided that they wanted to paint my face all at once. I heard countless cocks start to get jerked around my face. I was held in place by the restraints as cock after cock shot off into my face and mouth. From the jeers and cheers around me, I would guess that ten guys covered my mug with their loads. My eyes stung as I felt the different semen run down my face under the blindfold and through my hair. Some of it was thick and hung on my lips, chin, and forehead, drying before it could fall to the floor. Some of it was more liquidy and covered more of my face and trickled through my hair and down the back of my neck. I heard some clicks of iPhones and knew this was a photo worthy sight. The Beast showed me the picture later and it was truly a humiliating sight - my mouth agape, strings of anonymous cum connecting my two lips; thick globs of white toxic jizz hanging from my chin and clumped in my hair, shiny patches of semen glistening on my cheeks and forehead. I looked like a complete object in the picture. Nothing but a prop. Eventually, the line of guys thinned and then stopped. My ass was on fire. I could taste nothing but cum and ass juice. Semen was dripping down both of my legs and pooling on the ground underneath me. After The Beast said goodbye to the last stranger, he came over to me and undid my restraints. He simply said, “There’s a mattress in the corner and a bathroom through the other door. See you tomorrow, cunt.” And with that he left me, covered in cum, muscles shaking and exhausted. I slipped the blindfold off and allowed my eyes to adjust to the light. There in the corner was a dirty old mattress with an uncovered pillow on it and one blanket. I made my way to the bathroom – no shower…Just a toilet and a sink with no running water. I peed and then went to the mattress. It smelled of cum and piss and was slightly damp. I curled up on it and started to doze off. I wasn’t thinking about how disgusting I was to be falling asleep on a cum and piss crusted mattress covered in the cum of repulsive strangers. Nope. All I could regretfully think was, “The Beast never fucked me.” Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. More to come...

Going class to class the next day was torture. My best friend laughing behind my back and showing people the pic on his phone. Jordan slapping me in the face whenever he passed me in the hall. And Deanna sending one of her friends over to break up with me. And then in the middle of 7th period, I check my new email account and there’s a message in my inbox. It was, of course, from my father under a new email address: PimpDaddy4Poz0915@gmail.com. It read: Be in your room on all fours, ass to the door, in a jock for this event: And then it had a web link pasted in the body of the email. I clicked on the link and my phone took me to the internet. It was some barebacking website and the link was a party announcement that read: New cum dump whore already pozzed but hasn’t had the fuck flu yet or tested positive. Cum and make sure his conversion takes. Wednesday night from 8pm until the last load is delivered. $3/fuck. And then it gave our address and had the pictures that he had taken of me posted. I could just imagine all of the diseased men looking at the pic of my inked ass – POZ FUCK HOLE. I bet they were going wild. I started to choke up but quickly clicked my phone off and tried to focus on American History. I didn’t really see my dad at all the next two days and I was anxious as hell. What the fuck was he doing to me? Three dollars? That’s what my hole was worth, my health, my dignity? I was a nervous wreck all day Wednesday, but about half way through the day, I also noticed that I was getting harder and harder. My puny penis wouldn’t go down. I was mortified. My body was actually looking forward to being a toxic cum dump tonight. Tears flooded my eyes as I realized, once again, just what an emasculated pussy boy I was. I didn’t eat anything that day, only liquids. If I was going to take a lot of cock, I was sure they would be sticking it in my mouth and I didn’t want to be messy at all. After baseball, I went home and started to clean out with that douche. I did it a lot to be sure. I slipped into another one of my jockstraps and crawled on to my bed at about 7:55pm. Positioned on all fours with my ass hole displayed to the door, I waited. The door opened and I looked at my bedside table iPod docking station. It read 8:02pm. My degradation began. “Stay where you are,” it was my dad. “Don’t look behind you.” And then I heard it. A buzz, a murmur, and I realized that were several men waiting outside of my bedroom door. I had no idea how many, it could be dozens, I couldn’t see, and my father had instructed me not to turn and look. “Lube your ass,” my father commanded, pouring some lube into my hand. I reached under myself and fingered some of the lube into my hole. There was some moaning and gasps from the men waiting in line as they watched me finger myself. I imagined this was making them hard and hornier. My father threw the container of lube on the bed along with a bottle of poppers and turned to the door. “Okay, gentlemen, the cunt is open for business. Please have your three dollars ready.” I heard the first man approach the bed and hand my Dad some bills. “Nice,” the stranger hissed as I heard his belt open and his zipper descend. He rubbed a rather thick cock against my hole and then sunk it into my almost healed pucker. I bucked a bit and cried out, “Fuck!” I took a few hits of poppers to help me in my unwieldy task of taking all the cocks waiting outside my bedroom. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet hole. I’m gonna’ take care of you real good. Make sure you got the bug,” he cajoled as his tool went to work stretching my pussy. I stayed in position and let him ream my butt, his droopy balls banging against mine. My father was at the door talking with my future clients so I looked back over my shoulder. There was a flabby guy in his 60s, white stringy hair all over his saggy chest, and wrinkled droopy skin hanging from his belly. He wore glasses and had a large nose with a copious amount of hair protruding from the nostrils, his face decorated with aging spots. He looked right in my eyes, “Sweet boy pussy gonna’ take this old man’s load, huh?” What the fuck??? I was hard! My tiny cock slapped against my stomach, and looking right in his ancient eyes, I curled my lip and said, “Fuck right. Fill me up, grandpa.” What was I saying? The old man’s hands gripped my waist tighter and he began brutalizing my guts with his big cock until he was grunting and giving me my first load of the night. “Take my dirty seed, cumhole!” he roared as he buried his jizz in my man-womb. The disgusting old man pulled his cock out of my ass and came around to my front. His dick was pale with random white hairs up and down his shaft. It looked gnarly and aged. He shoved it in my mouth and said, “Clean your fucking ass off my dick, boy.” And I did. I slurped and relished every drip of extra cum and ass juice that was on his big 60-something year old cock. As I was cleaning him up, another cock slid into my chute. I squealed on the old man’s dick as my asshole accommodated a very differently shaped appendage. It was long, not as thick but really long. And he just kept long-stroking making me feel the entire length with every thrust. There was that feeling again. I couldn’t speak because my mouth was full of cock, but the unseen stranger behind me just kept hitting me deep and suddenly my ass was convulsing and spasming. I whined and whimpered on the old man’s dick as my body was wracked with an orgasm. At the height of my internal, the dick in my ass started to pulse and quench my cunt’s thirst with another load. “That’s right, fuck hole, take another charged load up that pussy. Get you pregnant, break you in for all the others,” he growled as he emptied his balls. As his cum hit my insides, my ass started spasming again and I had another orgasm, bucking and rutting with a cock in both holes. As my orgasm subsided, a round of applause went up from the waiting men. I let the soft old cock fall out of my mouth and looked behind me as the other guy pulled his soft dick from my shitter. He was a tall skinny geeky guy in his 40s, who simply slapped my ass and said, “Nice cunt,” as he walked out of the room. In a fog, I saw my dad was at the door collecting three dollars from a variety of other men. As my vision cleared, I focused on the next top approaching me – a large black man with a huge uncock cock dangling between his legs. He had a full smooth belly and a moustache. He must have been in his late 40s/early 50s. He spit on his dick and said, “Daddy says you’ve never had black dick in you.” “No sir,” I replied. “That’s about to change,” he said and pushed his hardening dick into me. I screamed out, feeling him get larger as he sunk deeper into my hole. More poppers and my cock socket started to open more. I whimpered and asked, “Are you poz too?” “We’re all poz, bitch. We’re here to make sure you are too.” And he proceeded to fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I was screaming and thrashing about, but he just kept slamming me harder and harder until he tensed and shot a powerful spurt of toxic jizz into my rectum. And then another and another…there were seven shots all together and as he pulled out, I felt cum dripping down my balls. Clearly, my ass was already overflowing with the diseased cum that was being put in me. My lips were pushed apart by his slimy black cock and I started sucking his ebony tool. I tasted that metallic coppery essence again and that’s when I placed it. It was the same as when I would suck a cut on my finger or something. It was the taste of blood, which meant I had bled on Saturday afternoon and that I was bleeding now. I didn’t have time to think too much about it because the black guy starting pistoning in my mouth because I had paused and another dick pushed past my O-ring. The invading phallus was short and stubby, but hard as a rock. This was when I learned that small dicks hurt even more than big dicks, but with no pleasure attached. His pointy little guy stabbed and poked into my sensitive ass walls without filling me up or actually getting deep enough to send sensations through my body. It was just uncomfortable and annoying. Even though I was trying to choke down the black monster that had just demolished my cunt, I began flexing my ass, trying to milk the small-dicked top faster. He grunted and moaned, dropping another poisonous load in my hole. I let the black dick escape my mouth and looked behind me to see who the small dick wonder was. He waddled out of the room with his clothes in hand, a gross little man with a pot belly, a hairy back, and zits all over his ass. A fucking troll had just pozzed my ass. Just then I felt something wet hit my face and realized that the black dude was cumming again, ejaculating all over my cheeks, forehead, and lips. My tongue flew around trying to taste some of it as he walked away from me, and another cock was shoved in my ass. It went on this way all night. Ugly men, old men, fat men, muscular men. Big dicks, thick dicks, long dicks, short dicks, fat dicks. But all poz dicks. My ass was covered with cum, both dried and fresh. My boy cunt was just overrun with toxic seed, spilling from my pussy every time a new cock would be introduced to my asshole. My dad continued to collect three dollars from every sick fuck that wanted to pozz me, and I just took it. Eventually, a guy wanted me on my back and so there were a dozen or so that I was looking straight at when they trenched out my innards and loaded me up with more disease. I was looking straight at the Mexican dude when he spit in my mouth and told me to carry his AIDS babies. I was eye-to-eye with the smelly fat guy with the beer can cock when he informed me that he wasn’t on meds and that his viral load had reached an all time high and then proceeded to pump a huge amount of his semen into me. And I was cheek to cheek with the gorgeous bald daddy with the super cut abs and the huge pecs as he lied his complete weight on me, his 9” baby maker sawing in and out of my battered cunt as he whispered in my ear, “I’m pretending you’re my real son. He just turned 18 too. He lives with his mother, but he’s so hot just like you. And I’m imagining it’s his cum covered asshole wrapped around my dick right now. Tell me to breed you. Say ‘Daddy, please breed me.’” I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged, “Daddy, please breed me.” Instantly, his cock was shooting off in my hole and he was panting, “Yes, Billy, fuck yes, take Daddy’s semen, take is cum, take it in your beautiful cunt.” I’m assuming Billy was the name of his son. He relaxed on top of me, catching his breath. After a few minutes, he said, “You’re a good boy,” and he pulled his big dick out of me and left. At one point, this bear dude had me riding his big 8 incher when another guy got behind me. I felt him start to push against my already stuffed hole. Before I could resist, the bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose and I inhaled deeply. My cunt opened up more for the second dick as I was DP’ed for the first time. I looked behind me and saw a young college muscle jock with a big 10 inch cock lodged up my hole next to the bear’s dick. Even with the poppers, I opened my mouth and just started letting out animalistic cries and grunts as the two tops simultaneously fucked my twat. Another internal started in my ass and I began to really bear down on their fat pricks. I started to call out, “Yes, yes, fill my cunt. Get your three bucks worth! Fuck out this poz cum dump with your big cocks! Use this three dollar whore!” My cunt started twitching and convulsing which knocked the two in my ass over the edge and my pussy was once again flooded with toxic HIV jizz. By the end, it started to wrap up, resembling a small gangbang. There were about 6 guys left just trading out from one of my holes to the other. I was high on poppers and cum, and just taking whatever dick was put in whatever hole I had. My bed was streaked with cum, lube, my ass juice, and a little pink from my destroyed cunt. Finally, there was only one guy left. This nasty guy in his 50s, kind of gaunt, balding with a white crown of hair. He was pigeon chested with knobby little nips surround by stringy silver hair and a stomach of loose skin speckled with liver spots. His dick was thick and long with a large purple head, and he treated me like I wasn’t even there. He told my father to get me on all fours so my father ordered me into the position and I got there although I was utterly exhausted. I looked at the docking station. It was 5am!! This guy plunged into my gut with his huge cock and just started slamming away into my ass. “The boy’s got really nice hole, man,” the guy complimented my father. “He was born to take random dick,” my father agreed. The old fart asked, “So he hasn’t gotten the fuck flu yet? Hasn’t even tested poz?” “Nope, but when he does, holy fuck! He has so many strains swimming around his guts, God knows what they’ll find. No telling if meds will even touch it. But I’ll still put him to use until he won’t turn a profit anymore. By then, he’ll be an adult and I can kick him out on his own.” I wanted to cry to hear my dad talking about me that way, but he was just being honest. My life as a cum bucket had really begun. “Fuck, I’m gonna’ cum. I’m gonna’ fill your son up with another poz load, man!” “Do it,” my father egged him on. “Make sure it takes. Make sure that he’s fucked! Charge his ass and help him fulfill his destiny as my own little poz cum whore!” The old guy pounded me harder than he had been, swatting my ass really hard and grunting. He punched my left ass cheek and grabbed me by my hair. Painfully, he pulled me back onto him with the tuft of hair he had entangled in his fingers and shot spurt after spurt of diseased spunk into my ass. Instinctively, I had an internal orgasm on his twitching cock. He pushed me off his dick, thanked my father, and left. There I lie on my bed, covered in crusting cum, HIV semen leaking out of my ass, and exhausted, ready to just sleep in all of this filth. My father knew it too. He went to my door, turned back and said, “You realize that you never once came? You never ejaculated. Just came with your ass. Do you have any doubts now whether or not you’re meant to be a pimped out poz whore?” Leaving me with that thought, he turned off my bedroom light and shut the door behind him. I began to fall asleep covered in spent lube and warm cum, sliding on top of my bed toward a pillow that smelled of the musky scent of ass. I welcomed the soft pillow, breathing in the slightly stale smell of the assholes that had inadvertently sat on my pillow while fucking my ass or mouth. The last thought before I passed out into a deep slumber was, “I need to remember to check my new email account first thing in the morning.” More to come…

Driving home with that butt plug in me was an experience. Every time I adjusted myself, it would hit another place in my ass, puffing up my pathetic dick until I was fully hard pulling into my driveway. I could still feel the wet, slimy poz load filling my cunt as I walked to my house and went inside. I was expecting my father to be waiting, but he wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. I went upstairs to my bedroom and upon opening my door, I found my dad sitting on my bed. “Hey son, how was your day?” he asked smugly. “I think you know,” I said quietly. “Yeah, I do. Take your clothes off,” he ordered. I was barely able to get it out, “Are you going to fuck me?” “No, you sick faggot,” he scolded. “You’re my fucking son. And besides, I’m not a faggot. Now take your goddamn clothes off.” I stripped down to my jockstrap, and he told me to put one leg up on the window seat, which I did. “My buddy already texted me a lot of nice pix and juicy details. He said you were a good bitch.” “Dad, why did you let him do that to me?” “You know why. You saw the letter,” he explained. “I thought it was pretty clear. And now things are going to be different around here.” He came up behind me and took a hold of the base of the plug as he said, “You work for me now and your holes belong to me. I will rent them out to whomever I want.” My breathing became a bit jagged. “I’ll pay for your college and you’ll get a cut of what your pussy brings in. I think 30% is fair.” And with that he yanked the plug out of my used hole making me wince and tear. He dropped the butt plug on the carpet and held his hand right at my bruised asshole. “Push it out for me.” “What?” I looked over my shoulder at him. “All that cum that’s in there. Push it out for me. Come on.” He kept coaxing me as I hesitantly pushed out, afraid that I would shit. But I didn’t. Instead, I felt the toxic jizz that I had been storing inside of me drip out of my ass with tiny little plops. My dad caught it all with his large beefy hand and with the other hand he turned me around by my shoulder. “Open,” he barked and without questioning I opened my mouth. He shoved all of the poison cum that had been in my ass for about 30 minutes now into my mouth. I smacked my lips together, chewed, and swallowed the gooey meal. “My buddy really did train you well, you little cunt,” he said with a smile. “Dad, you let him poz me,” I said with a crack in my voice. “We’ll make more money that way,” was his response. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you tested in a few weeks, and I’ll pay for your meds. It’ll be fine. Now, I need to take some pictures of you.” We spent the next fifteen minutes posing me in and around my room with Dad snapping away with his iPhone. He concluded by simply saying, “Be sitting on that window seat, totally naked at 1pm tomorrow for the next part of your training.” And with that he left my room. That night, I jerked off thinking about what that beast from this afternoon had done to my hole. I even went downstairs to the kitchen and got a pretty big cucumber to shove into my ass trying to relive the experience. I couldn’t believe how my body was calling and needing the painful stretching. After I came, I ate the cucumber with my tasty ass juice all over it. After staying up late jerking off, I didn’t wake up until 12:30. I was supposed to be waiting naked on the window seat at 1pm. I was sure he had someone else that was going to fuck me and I wanted to make sure I was really clean. I couldn’t imagine that someone would want to be fucking into someone else’s cum. (Ha, little did I know.) Some rummaging in our bathroom closet and I found an old enema that I used to make sure my hole was spotless. I showered really quick (thank God the marker came off) and was naked on my window seat at 12:57pm. At exactly 1pm, my dad walked into my room with my girlfriend trailing behind him, holding his hand. “Deanna…?” I whispered in disbelief. She barely glanced at me over her shoulder. My father paid no attention to my angst at all; he just sat her on my bed, took her by the head, and passionately kissed her. I could see his tongue plunge into her mouth and her legs instinctively spread and wrap around his waist, her short skirt riding up her thighs revealing her pink panties. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts through her shirt and with one motion he ripped the shirt open uncovering the matching bra. Within a few minutes, my girlfriend was on her knees in nothing but her bra and panties sucking my father’s cock through the fly is in his jeans. His cock was really thick and veiny and about 7.5 inches long, gagging and choking her as she rubbed her own pussy through the delicate pink fabric. As my father took off his shirt, he said, “Go ahead and jerk off watching me fuck her. Your puny dick is giving you away.” I looked down and sure enough I was rock hard, embarrassingly showing my lack of manhood. I did as I was told and began to stroke my boy-cock as my father removed Deanna’s bra, letting her large breasts free. He pinched her nipples hard and manhandled her tits. She moaned and sucked harder. Eventually, my dad pulled my girlfriend’s face off his rock hard cock and sat her on the edge of the bed. He got out of his jeans and boxers, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and plunged his dick into her, making her squeal with delight. Within a few seconds of insertion, she was spasming with an orgasm…something I had never seen her have. He continued to fuck her until he started to groan and let out a roar, unloading into her snatch. She looked up at him, “That was a quick one.” “That’s ‘cuz you’re not done. I have more surprises for my little girl.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I meant for my little girl on the window seat.” Deanna giggled and I turned red. My dad pulled his softening cock out of her pussy and I saw a pearl of cum waiting at the entrance of her cunt. “Go put your cunt over Matt’s face and push my cum out,” he said, pointing at me. As she walked over to me, all I could do was gasp. “Dad, you can’t be serious,” I tried. “Wanna’ bet, bitch?” he sneered at me. “Let’s see how much of a man you are with my cum on your face fresh your girlfriend’s pussy.” Deanna stood up on the window seat, straddling my face. I saw her cunt squeezing shut and releasing as she tried to expel my dad’s creamy load. Soon it was spilling out onto my face in big messy globs. One of the blobs fell into my mouth and I tasted my own dad’s spunk. Not as good as the beast’s yesterday, but pretty damn sweet. I couldn’t believe my face was covered with my father’s cum. It ran down my cheeks and neck, decorating my lips and dripping into my nose. Long, sticky strings of his white baby batter hung from my chin and fell onto my shredded stomach, pooling in my belly button. I instinctively scooped it up and smeared it on my small cock to make my jerking smoother. Unsatisfied with my level of humiliation, my dad said, “And now for the real surprise, ladies.” My dad went to my bedroom door and opened it. Standing there with a shit eating grin on his face was Jordan Micelli, the kid at school who made my life a living hell. He was always teasing me and calling me faggot or pussy. What was he doing here? “Here she is,” my dad said, “As promised.” “Nice,” Jordan hissed. He stripped quickly, glancing at me, “Hey, faggot boy, watch and learn.” But then he stopped and started laughing, “That’s your dick hard, dude? That’s ridiculous. Jesus, no wonder you’re a cock sucker.” As much as I hated him, his body had always been beautiful. About 5’11”, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and built like a brick shithouse. Thick, smooth muscle, broad shoulders that rippled down to a 30-inch waist. His legs were tree trunks, heavily muscled and defined. His whole body was perfectly tanned except for the place where his box cut swimsuit covered, leaving a patch of pale white skin. Protruding from that skin was a thick 8.5 inch tool fully erect. He stepped forward, pulled her panties up to her knees, and pushed his entire cock into my girlfriend. “Oh you nasty bitch,” he said. “You’ve already got his old man’s load in there, don’t you?” “Yes, I need real men to fuck and breed me,” she said. “Not some four-inch pencil dick.” She glared at me. I kept jerking my cock. Jordan hammered into her making her cum again and again. Her panties made their way down her legs and fell to the floor as he grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into the hilt one last time, cursing and shooting his load deep inside of her. “Have my fucking baby, you little cunt!” He abruptly pulled out of her, still rock hard making her yelp with surprise. His jizz began pouring from her pussy immediately. My God, he came so much!! Deanna scooped some up with her hand so she could taste it, giggled, and looked up at Jordan, “Tasty.” “Grade A Spunk for you,” he gloated. Deanna stood up and headed off to the bathroom, “I need to use the potty.” And she was gone. Jordan and my dad spoke together across the room, laughing and punching each other’s shoulders. This was the son that my dad had intended on having. A man with a big cock that could satisfy a girl. I noticed them looking my way and then Jordan said something to my dad that I couldn’t make out. My dad nodded and I knew something was up. Deanna came back and my father told her, “Okay, come back tonight around 8. I have another buddy coming over to help try and impregnate you. Matty knows him. Met him yesterday, in fact.” Deanna smiled, “Sounds good, baby. You know I’ll be ready. I wanna’ get knocked up and have no idea whose it is.” “I know, but you’ve only been off the birth control since your 18th birthday. I’m trying to get you preggo as quickly as possible.” “I know you are,” she said, reaching for her bra. “No,” my dad stopped her, “Leave those here so Jordan has a souvenir.” “Oh. Okay,” she said, putting on her skirt and torn shirt. She deep kissed my father and then turned to Jordan, “Thanks for the great fuck. That was long overdue. I’ve wanted to fuck you since freshmen year.” “Anytime, you nasty cunt,” Jordan shot back. “But next time, bring a friend so I can stack you up and go back and forth between two pussies.” “We can arrange that,” she said, squeezing his still engorged cock and heading out the door. As soon as she was safely gone, my father turned to me, “Put ‘em on.” “Put what on?” I asked. “The bra and panties, shit for brains. Jordan said he’ll fuck you if you wear the bra and panties so he can pretend you’re a girl.” “But I don’t want—“ I started. “Who gives a fuck what you want? I thought I made our relationship clear yesterday. Now get the fucking bra and panties on,” he snapped. I slid the panties on easily, but had some difficulty figuring out how to get the bra on myself. “No surprise that you’re not good with a bra, faggot,” Jordan mocked me. I finally got it on and my dad ordered me to bed over the window seat. I did as I was told and within seconds I could feel Jordan’s rough hands slap my ass. He moved the thin piece of material to one side of my hole and whistled, “What a beautiful pink cunt.” With that he lined up his rigid eight and half inches, still slick with pussy juice and cum and began to push into my asshole. He stretched me and made me whimper. Not like the beast yesterday, but still big. He pushed in until he was hilted and then he started fucking, pounding me more and more violently. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to pee. I told him to stop, that I had to pee. “Fuck that shit! Shut the fuck up, cock slave!” he growled and kept slamming into me. I really thought I was going to just piss right then and there, but I didn’t. Instead, my ass started convulsing and I started getting lightheaded. I couldn’t keep a thought in my head as every inch of my ass walls became super sensitive making every miniscule movement of Jordan’s dick register as a shockwave of sensations over my entire body. My skin tingled as my vision was spotted with black patches, and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. I let out a howl, “Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, fuck!” and I felt like I was going to cry from how intense this feeling was. My cunt had periodic spasms in the wake of whatever just happened. “Holy shit, did you see that?” Jordan asked my dad. “Your son just came with his ass! Just like a girl.” I was catching my breath but looked back at my dad. Even upside down I could tell that he was appalled that I was his son. His son was having an orgasm in the same fashion a woman did…on the inside, not ejaculating, not using his dick…but using his cunt to cum. “Fuck,” Jordan spat, “I can make any hole cum, that’s how good my dick is. Isn’t it, pussy boy?” He kept slamming my hole, but I didn’t answer. “Isn’t it, pussy boy?” he asked again. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes what, cock breath?” he snarled. “Your dick is that good,” I said loud enough to be heard by both Jordan and my dad. Jordan took this as the cue to start punch fucking my ass with his whole dick. I winced and squealed with every entrance until I started to feel that same sensation building again. That’s when I had no choice, “Jordan please, put it all the way in again. I’m gonna’ cum but only if you’re hitting me deep.” I couldn’t believe I was making this request. I felt so resigned and needy, but I needed to feel that feeling again. “You got it, cunt!” Jordan said with glee, and I knew this was how the girls he fucked acted. They wanted and needed a cock like his, and they begged for it, and his ego got bigger the more they pleaded with him to keep fucking them. Jordan’s cock tore into my insides, and I immediately started ass-cumming again. He soon realized that these odd orgasms could piggy back themselves and he began to fuck me relentlessly, making me cum repeatedly and somewhat painfully. He wouldn’t let up, my ass hole convulsing almost non-stop for a half an hour as he bottomed out in my cum catch over and over. I was literally weeping from the continuous sensations running through my entire body because of these internal orgasms. In fact, I did black out for about ten seconds at a particularly intense point in Jordan’s fucking. “I can’t hold back any more!” Jordan yelled, planting a fist in the meat of my ass cheek, and driving his huge cock deep into my bowels. I felt his dick bloat and pulse, a gush of warm wetness permeating my insides. I moaned and cooed, having his salty cream run over my overworked pussy muscles, soothing the tired walls of my dick canal. “Yeah, faggot, take that cum. You’d fucking love to have my baby, you dirty fucking cock socket. Be my fucking hole, stupid queer!” As I caught my breath, Jodan pulled out of my ass quickly. It felt like he was pulling my cunt inside out, but he didn’t care. He just grabbed me by the hair and shoved my mouth down onto his cock. “Clean me up, faggot. Taste all that cum and ass spunk. Yeah, lick up and down that whole shaft. That’s what a dick feels like, not that tiny thing barely dangling between your legs, cock pocket.” I slurped and licked and sucked until his impressive rod was coated only in a slight film of my quickly drying saliva. Shoving me by my head, he tossed me to the floor and turned to my dad. “Thanks for that, Gary. Much needed.” They shook hands, and Jordan quickly dressed and left. My father turned to me still in nothing but his underwear, his meaty cock dressed to the left threatening to peak out of the leg hole. He looked at me, dressed in a pink bra and panties with cum dripping down my leg from my fucked out boy-cunt. “Do you know what an embarrassment you are? Your ass just orgasmed on a guy’s cock. What the fuck?” “I’m sorry, Dad,” I hung my head whispering. “Save it, pussy boy. Like I said, if you’re gonna’ be a little faggot, it’s going to make me some money. I set you up with an email address…pozcumdump051794@gmail.com. I want you checking it all the time to see if you have a client lined up. That’s where I’ll let you know when you’re working next. Got it?” “Yes, Dad,” I mumbled. “And keep in here tonight. I’m having your girlfriend and a buddy over,” he said flatly. “I heard,” I said with annoyance. But really I think I was a bit jealous that the beast would be fucking her and not me. He slapped my face hard, the sting making my eyes water, “Don’t take that tone with me. Now, get some rest tonight. You still have a few more weeks of high school left, and I’ll have a lot of work for you in addition to your studying for finals. Don’t forget to check your new email.” With an abrupt turn, he left, slamming my bedroom door and leaving me to think about what my life would be like now that I was a poz cum dump for rent. More to come…

The entire bathroom was done in slate, the shower merely a step down in the corner of the room, covered on one side by a clear glass wall and the other two covered with the slate that continued up from the floor. A sturdy showerhead jutted out from the wall. “Get on your knees,” he growled as he shoved me into the slate enclosure still wet from his morning shower hours before. My knees harshly rubbed against the stone floor, and I looked up at him holding his soft cock. It was still incredibly impressive, still gorged with blood, at about 8 fat inches of juicy man meat. “Please don’t…” I started to implore, but before I could finish my plea, a pale yellow stream of urine erupted from his tasty piss split and hosed down my chest. It was wonderfully warm, like the water in a heated pool, and the smell was somewhat indescribable. It was strong but not repulsive while clearly the scent of something debaucherous and nasty. He stopped the flow for a second to command me to open my mouth. I did so without questioning though I really didn’t want to drink his piss. “Hold it in your mouth until I tell you to spit it out, understand?” I nodded in disbelief that I had been lowered to the status of a urinal. His jet of piss restarted, aimed directly at my pie hole. I collected his fragrant amber fluid in my mouth until it was overflowing and dripping down my chin onto my clit-dick, now soft and even more pathetic looking. Once again, he retracted the steady flow. Eyes expectantly wide, I looked up at him, begging him to let me spit out the pee that was making me feel like a cheap, worthless public restroom. “Swallow it.” My eyes got bigger, surely he wasn’t serious. “I mean it, every drop. You should honor and appreciate anything that comes out of my body. I just sired you, bitch. I gave you my kids, passed on my gift, and showed you your true calling. Anything that I produce from my holes should be your favorite meal…so swallow my piss, fuck hole.” I steadied myself and then closed my mouth and drank my first (but not my last) piss cocktail. The aftertaste haunted my mouth and nose, but I looked up to him proud of showing him proper respect for his bodily fluids. And actually, after the fucking I had just sustained, the nasty drink was somewhat refreshing, and I found myself wanting more. I cast eager eyes up to him and was met with an abrupt spray of piss all over my face. I knew he did it just to degrade me and a part of me did want to cry as his urine splattered across my face and all over my body. “Wash your hair with it, piggie.” He managed to keep shocking me. “Don’t just kneel there like a whore, really be a whore. Scoop some piss off your body and the floor and wash your hair with it, you worthless hole!” I cupped my hands and tried to scoop up some piss from the slate, and then I massaged it into my hair. Tears were definitely flowing now. When I went to scoop up some pee from my body, what should catch my eye but my newly erect boy-dick. I couldn’t believe it! As I cried and rubbed another man’s urine into my scalp, my sorry-excuse-for-a-cock was hard as a rock. “You pathetic cum dump, look at that little miniature dick standing straight up. What a pitiful motherfucker, this REALLY is what you are, a fucked out, piss soaked, pozzed up boy cunt.” All I could say was, “Yes, Sir.” “Stand up, pussy boy,” he barked, the bombardment of piss having stopped. As I faltered, I felt his beefy hands grip my waist to speed my ascension back to upright and turned me to face the wall. I felt his sausage thumbs apply immense pressure on the small of my back, forcing me to bend over, catching myself with my hands on the slate wall. He wrapped his hand around the base of his puffy cock, pushing all of the blood still escaping his erection toward the last five inches of his tool. Without a word I felt it at my sore, worked over cunt, and soon is was lodged in me a few inches. I couldn’t believe he was ready to fuck again…but that’s not what he had in mind. A warm sensation rushed into my bowels, completely washing through my insides. My God, he was peeing inside of my asshole. I moaned, reliving the sensation of being ejaculated into, though this was slightly different. It was more consistent and stronger. And more degrading. I truly was a human toilet. My mouth and ass is where you go to relieve yourself. I have no worth beyond this…collecting fluids from bigger men than me. These thoughts were interrupted by an incredibly full, bloated feeling in my abdomen. Of course, all that piss was ballooning my insides and corked with his big rod. Finally, the flow of urine stopped and he leaned forward to give me instructions, “Okay, when I pull my dick out, I want you to clench your hole as tight as you can so you keep all of that piss and cum in you. I want you to squat down, not kneel, but squat and suck my dick until it’s hard again, got that?” I simply nodded, and he said, “Good bitch.” He pulled his meat from my anus and I contracted my hole as hard as I could. The discomfort was intense as it began to make me cramp a bit. I squatted in front of him and took his cock, still dotted with rivulets of pee, in my mouth and began sucking it. “Aw, come on, I already taught you this,” he said annoyed and grabbed the back of my head. Once again, he skull fucked, brutally using my mouth as if it were a pussy he was raping that he had no respect for or concern for leaving it in any kind of usable condition. I gagged causing my asshole to spasm open and propel some of the piss, and presumably toxic cum, out of my ass. “That’s it, faggot. That’s what I want. I want to see your choking clear that cunt out.” So he continued to assault my throat with his ever growing manhood, instigating my gag reflex and causing my newly seeded pussy to convulse and slowly but surely expel all of the piss and cum he had just forced into me. This went on for about 5 minutes until my ass was just making wet fart noises when I would gag. “Okay, it’s empty. Take a shower, faggot, and meet me in the bedroom.” He abruptly walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to shower and regroup my senses. I showered as quickly as I could, not wanting to anger him and anxious about what was coming next. I dried off and walked into the hallway, easily finding the master bedroom. He was on the bed, sunlight pouring through the window, shafts of light tossed across his furry muscular pecs, his tight trunk-like stomach, his dangerously powerful legs, and of course, his ten and a half inches of man at full mast. It was already glistening with lube as he stroked it. “Come over here and get on it, fuck boy.” Knowing that begging him for a reprieve would do no good, I climbed onto the bed without hesitation, straddled him, and pulled my ass up high enough to connect the end of his cock with my hole. I pushed out on my hole to open for him and began to sit down. Fuck! Would this ever get easier? (The answer to that is ‘with him, no’…he would disembowel me whenever he fucked me.) Loud guttural noises and high pitched whining poured from my mouth as I tried to sit down to the base. He brought the bottle of chemical up to my nose again, “Take a hit of poppers, cunt.” I inhaled deeply into both nostrils and felt my battered walls give in. Once I had him completely in me, he said, “Get yourself off. Ride that dick and beat your tiny meat until you cum again. Use my dick. I want you to fully realize that you used another man’s REAL cock to make yourself cum like a woman.” So I did. He just lied there, but I bucked up and down; I got up on my feet and gently used the whole length to caress my prostate; I took him deep, pressed firmly against my colon to make me whimper and jerk my boy-clit faster. It was humiliating, and yet, it felt SO good. The pain was exquisite and soon, ropes of cum were shooting all over his torso, my four-incher going almost immediately soft. “Lick it up,” he ordered and although I wasn’t crazy about the taste of my own cum, I hopped off his cock and lapped it up obediently in mere seconds. As soon as my cum was eaten off his stomach and chest, he got up and positioned himself behind me doggy style. He slammed the entire length into me in one stab, sending me into a bout of screaming and howling. His hands pulling on my waist kept my butt firmly planted against his hips, and he advised, “The poppers are right there. I think you should take a hit.” I hit the poppers hard and as soon as I had the cap back on, my asshole was railed with excruciating brutality. The poppers were turning the wreckage into pleasure, but I couldn’t catch my breath as my guts were repeatedly tossed aside to make room for the massive invasion of his cock. He rammed it in one final time and kept it there. I was trying to catch my breath and wipe the sweat from my face when I felt the dull point of something against my ass. I didn’t realize what he was doing until I heard the familiar squeak of a marker. “Wait—“ I began. “You hold your position and don’t even think about saying or doing anything. Just shut the fuck up and stay on all fours like the breeding bitch you are.” He continued writing whatever it was he was writing on my ass. Mid-way through, he asked, “What’s your best friend’s name?” “Matt Bennet, why?” “Don’t you worry about it.” He had finished writing, and he pulled his cock from my hole about 3 inches, and then I heard the familiar shutter release of an iPhone taking a picture. I looked back over my shoulder. That fucker had gone through my stuff and gotten my phone while I was in the shower. “I know this is making you upset, but don’t think about doing anything about it. Just stay there,” he warned. He tapped away on my phone and I recognized the sound of a sent text message. He threw my phone on the bed in front of me so I could see what he had done. Staring me in the face was a text conversation between me and Matt with the last entry being from me saying, “Great Saturday! I’m finally taking big raw cock up my ass like I've always wanted to!” and a picture of my ass stuffed with my assailant's junk. On my tight white hairless ass - decorated with a few pink hand prints still – was written in black marker CUM DUMP. And a little lower on my right butt cheek was scrawled the word CUM with a little arrow pointing to the place on my crack where my hole would be. I was devastated. My best friend was going to get this picture. He would know that I was a worthless bottom bitch. I started to cry as the beast began to drill me again. He slowed his pace, wrote something else with the marker, snapped a picture, and went back to mercilessly pounding my cunt. He fucked me down on to my stomach, his entire body pressed to mine, crushing me with his weight. His legs and hips moved his cock into me at a different angle making me cry out in a new high-pitched shriek, but he just kept sawing into my hole. Once again, he changed positions, putting me on my side and scissoring my legs so that he was straddling my left leg and my right leg was on his shoulder. I didn’t believe he could get deeper, but this proved me wrong and I scrambled for the poppers, sniffing them for dear life as he plunged through my inner ring again and again, but this time managing to get further past it. The poppers helped but I was still clutching the sheets, biting into the pillow, screaming, and crying. That’s when my iPhone chirped. The top just chuckled as the plowing of my cunt continued and I reached for my phone. I swiped the icon across the screen and read the message from my best friend. “Dude, what the fuck? I always kinda’ knew that dick head Jordan Micelli was right when he would call you a fag! But with a dick that size in you, you’re a REAL faggot! You’re a sick-o. Leave me the fuck alone!” The phone was swiped out of my hand and he read the message. He mocked me, “Oh, what a shame. I guess being an anonymous fuck hole cum bucket isn’t going to get you a lot of friends. Just a lot of cum. And piss.” Violently, he flipped me onto my back, his dick never leaving my shitter. Once on my back, my legs on his shoulders, he methodically pumped into me, his balls banging against my ass like a bell tolling the coming of a great event. He grabbed by phone, clicked a few options, and turned it to face me, showing the second picture he took. The words that he added across the top of my ass were POZ FUCK HOLE. I whimpered and he threw the phone down on the bed and began to slam into me with new vigor, grunting and cursing. I looked down my body, taking so many things in: his toxic tattoo slapping against my ass rhythmically, his stomach muscles clenching as he drove another fucking home, my soft useless dick flopping around as I was used for the hole that I was mean to be, and his hard eyes looking directly into mine. “You want that poz cum?” “No, please, I don’t.” “Yes, you do. Really think about it. If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t still be here. You want that release, and I want you to ask me for it. Beg me for my load.” “I can’t.” “You’re not getting it until you beg me for it, which means I just keep fucking you until you’ll never be able to hold a shit in again, hear me?” “Please. I just want a normal life.” He snorted, “Not after today. It’s not in the cards. You were never meant for a normal life. You barely have a dick and you crave submission to real men. A normal life isn’t for you. My toxic cum is for you and you want it. So just give in to it and beg me for it.” Something in me snapped. My body’s needs suddenly took over and although my brain was still saying “no,” my body was sick of having to be inhibited by it. My legs fell from his shoulders and wrapped around him tightly, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, pulling him into me and meeting every vicious thrust. “Yes! Give me your pox load! Give it to me. Fill me up with your toxic babies, make me carry you DNA with me forever. Please, I’m begging you for it. I need your poison in me, it’s worth it ‘cause it’s yours. I hand my hole over for you to deposit your dirty spunk into my worthless cunt. Please.” He taunted, “Maybe I’ll pull out and cum on the bed.” I panicked, wrapping my legs tighter and contracting my pussy walls to keep him from escaping. “No, please no…don’t waste it. Put it into me. Let it sit inside of me and do its job. Knock me up with your disease and then toss me aside like the worthless cock sleeve I am. Please, Sir, please, I need this. I need you. I need your poz seed!” That knocked him right over the edge and he groaned, “Here comes my jizz, you stupid cunt.” Once again, I felt the monster lodged in my bowels pulse, spraying my insides to overflowing with HIV ridden semen. I imagined his swimmers scattering to find every nook and crevice in my ass in search of a home to take root and fester. Once every drop was emptied into me, he pulled out with a sloppy plop, and immediately shoved a small butt plug into my stretched hole to keep the cum from spilling out. Checking his watch, he said, “A little after 4:30. Perfect. Time for you to go home.” As I slipped back on my jock and shorts I realized that at no point in time had this man ever kissed me. I really felt like a whore now. And as I picked up my torn shirt knowing that I would be heading home shirtless, I realized that I didn’t even know his name. Worse than that, he didn’t know mine. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.” “So?” he retorted. “Well, I mean, you just loaded my ass, I thought—“ “You need to stop thinking. You’re a set of holes. Got that? Why does a set of holes need to know my name?” I tried again, “Well, my name is—“ “Shut the fuck up. I don’t care what your name is … I don’t want to know it. You’re my possession now, my boy cunt.” “What?” He explained, “You father owns your ass now. Believe me, he owns it, but you’ll always be my boy, my fuck hole. Oh, you’ll be mad at me for a while, but soon you’ll start thinking about me and the moment when I poured my juice into you, changing you forever. Giving you my DNA, my baby, and you’ll feel lucky to have carried it full term. And you’ll want to be my fuck hole again, to feel the lack of identity, the lack of choices, the lack of distinction. Just one more fuck hole for me to knock up, but to you, I’ll always be the one who broke you.” What he was saying sunk in, and I wondered if he was right. Would I feel an instinctive urge to come back and be his fuck hole again and again? Did I really want to be a nameless poz cum dump, but was having trouble letting myself go for it all the way? I guess only time would tell. “Now go home,” he said. “Your father is waiting for you.” More to come…

The stud hooked his hands under my arms and effortlessly lifted me off my knees and plopped me on the couch. “Don’t move,” I was commanded and he went to get the duffel bag. I sat in the middle of the couch trying to catch my breath. He returned, dropped the bag on the floor, and went to his knees. He grabbed me under my knees and pushed my legs up roughly, forcing my ass up and my torso to sink further into the cushion. “Hold your legs there,” he ordered, handing me my legs. I took them, keeping myself bent in half, cunt hole exposed. “Look at that asshole gaping at me. It’s still so open.” And with that, he blew right into my pussy. I could easily feel the gust of air on my insides and immediately tightened my hole. He just laughed and dug into the bag for the first foreign object he would shove into my backside. When he hunched over to survey the different sized ass destroyers in the gym bag, I looked across the room from myself and saw that the opposing wall was predominantly mirrors. I saw myself – my red eyes, my face covered in dried snot and bile, my nips looking like two angry red spark plugs, legs in the air, my hairless ass pushed up and waiting for more abuse, three or four big handprints outlined in pink. And of course, there was my little less-than-five inch dick still hard as a stubby pencil making a pool of pussy boy precum on my defined abs. Oh, and he was right, my hole was slightly gaped still. Using my muscles, I managed to wink it shut but every time I relaxed, it gaped open again slightly. What was I doing? I was about to be injected with viral cum from this viciously virile man. He was going to hand down to me his terminal disease like a gift, leaving it to remember him by whenever I dealt with a consequence of the sickness he was putting into me. Why wasn’t I trying to make a run for it? Why wasn’t I fighting to escape? Because he would never let me. He was too powerful and I was too weak. He too much of a man and me anything but. I was right not to run, this was what I was made to do, like it or not. Stroking his massive oozing cock with one hand, he held a medium sized butt plug in his other hand. Squeezing his shaft repeatedly, he coaxed out glob after glob of precum onto the plug. Finally, he released his grasp and smeared his fluid all over the butt plug. He began to position it at the entrance to my gaping canal when I begged, “Please please that precum could get me sick.” “Oh, you want me to put it in dry? I’ll wipe off my precum,” he retorted. I couldn't imagine having this thing shoved in dry. I bit my bottom lip and began to tremble, “Okay, just put it in.” I was weeping softly as he pushed my O-ring wide with the butt plug. After being rammed by the mammoth he called a dick, the butt plug wasn’t so bad. It was a little tough getting over the wide bottom, but once it popped in, it just kind of nestle in my ass and was kind of relaxing. He pushed against the bottom of it, hitting a trigger in me, sending a chill of pleasure through my body that made me moan. He worked the plug in and out of me a few times and then abruptly pulled it from my hole. “Here, hold onto this,” he said nonchalantly and put the butt plug into my mouth. My lips wrapped around the tiny connector between the base and the plug, making me look in the mirror like a very deviant toddler sucking on a very dirty pacifier. Without warning, I realized he was pushing beads into my ass … each bead got progressively larger and I felt like I was running out of room, but that was impossible. His cock was much larger than all of those beads put together. He managed to get the final bead into me, leaving me feeling significantly more bloated than anything thus far. With one motion, he pulled the beads completely out of me causing me to whimper, drooling over the slimy plug in my mouth, and spurting a wave of precum from my boy dick. Like a worker on a conveyor belt, trained to do the same job over and over, he very systematically reinserted all of the beads. He didn’t pull them out though. He had a twist in store for me, and he sat up on his knees and pushed his cock into me again. Granted it still hurt like hell, but I knew how to manipulate my ass better to aid in accommodating him. His entrance pushed the beads further into me, hitting all sorts of different places, and making him groan. “Oh fuck, that feels good. I wish your fucking cunt came with these beads in it all the time.” He slowly pumped away for just a couple of minutes before slipping out of me and then yanking the beads out like a ripcord on a lawn mower. I let out a yelp, the butt plug falling from my mouth, bouncing off one of my defined pecs and down my tight stomach into my pool of precum. “One last toy before I get back in there,” he informed me as he threw the beads aside, and stuck his hand back in the duffel bag. From the bag he revealed a monster of a dildo. A pitch-black latex faux cock about the same length as my tormentor, but significantly thicker and a hell of a lot more veiny. My eyes bugged out and he snorted, “That’s right, bitch, you’re gonna’ feel this one.” Being realistic, he reached under the coffee table and pulled out a little box from which he got some lube that he poured all over this colon wrecker. After coating it with the lube, he positioned it at my hole and looked into my eyes. “You keep looking straight at me while this goes in,” he said, and I did. My ass had been worked over enough that it opened up to try and take this rubber cock as thick as a soup can. I felt my cunt stretch and strain as the stud applied consistent pressure to the dildo, forcing it into my chute and pushing my pussy walls wide. I whined, grunted, and moaned but I held my legs in place the entire time like a good bottom boy. Finally, he hit my inner ring and my eyes pleaded with him. “Not this time, but next time, this dildo is going through, understand?” I nodded furiously, thankful for the reprieve. Instead he started fucking the dildo in and out of me, causing me to quiver and scream from getting my guts dragged back and forth by the lubed latex. He stopped suddenly, leaving it ¾ of the way in me. From the box, he brought a small bottle that he gave a few shakes and then unscrewed the tiny lid. He shoved the bottle under my nose and pushed his finger against the opposing nostril. “Sniff in deep,” he order. It smelled acrid and chemical. He did the same to the other nostril and I obediently sniffed more of the fumes. In seconds, my head was swimming, my face felt flush, and the dildo more easily maneuvered my tight fuck hole. He began fucking it into me again, and my ass felt like it needed it…in fact, it popped through my inner ring. It still hurt and made me scream but it was my cunt that had loosened enough to allow it. “Atta’ boy,” he said and pulled the entire thing from my ass, throwing it aside and plunging the real thing balls deep in my gut. I cried out in pain again even though my ass immediately began milking him and my body tingled all over. Within a moment, the bottle was back under my nose and I was taking 2, 3, 4 deep sniffs of the unknown chemical. Heat rushed back to my cheeks, dizziness found my head, and my ass relaxed around the invading rocket lodged in my shitter. I was looking into his steely green eyes, my mouth agape making all sorts of noises when the oversized dildo that was just in my ass was shoved into my mouth. He continued to fuck my cunt with his cock while he fucked my face with the fake one. Mercilessly, I was skull fucked my this black sex toy tainted with my ass juice while he drilled me with his toxic pecker. Every time I would gag on the dildo, my ass would clench, making him let out a guttural groan. Finally, he pulled the rubber phallus from my mouth, slapped my face with it, and threw it aside, leaning over me to focus on his final domination (at least I thought it was his final one). His body pressed against mine as he continued to hammer in me, balls slapping against my bruised ass. I knew what was coming. “Please, please don’t. I don’t want to get sick,” I begged. “Do you not realize by now that this is what you’re made for? What you’re good for?” he asked sincerely, but cruelly. “But I’m afraid. Please don’t infect me.” “You love me, don’t you?” he asked. It was such a strange question. “What?” I asked, confused. “If you tell me that you love me and make me believe it, I’ll pull out,” he offered. He continued to rail me, gutting me with his amazing cock, as I looked straight into his eyes and breathed truthfully, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He held my gaze for a second and then snorted evilly, “I know you do, you stupid cunt. But you’re just a hole to me. And you’re definitely getting bred today. You’re gonna’ leave this house well trenched and drenched.” Oh my God, he had just played me. Forced me to allow myself to be emotionally vulnerable and then mocked me for it, and I was still going to be filled with HIV cum. And all I was to him was a hole. That kept repeating in my head, and suddenly, my puny boy dick was shooting ribbon after ribbon of cum over my torso. “See, boy? This is your destiny. Boy cunt for sale, and you love it. You know that I’m still fucking you until I’m done, I don’t care how much it hurts.” I guess that a lot of bottoms have trouble getting fucked after they cum. Not the case with me, as I would find out. He kept hammering away and my pussy relaxed even more now that I had cum, and the bull was able to rut even deeper. Just to humiliate me more, he scooped up my semen and shoved it in my mouth. My cum didn’t taste nearly as good as his precum and I pinched my face from the taste as he forced me to eat and swallow my own jizz. I refocused on the fact that he was about to poz me and I started to squirm again. “Stop it,” he slapped my face, but I continued to whimper and wiggle. “Stop it,” he slapped me harder. “This is going to set you free, boy. You can fulfill your purpose now as an indiscriminate cum dump. No worries, no load turned away. That’s your future. And I’m going to see to it that no poz guy gets turned away from this hot hole.” I knew I couldn’t get away, so I asked, “It’s not for sure, right? I mean, just ‘cause you cum in me, doesn’t mean I’ll get it for sure, right?” Through a smile, he answered me, stroking my hair, “That’s right, boy. But that just makes it all the more fun when I pay your father rack rate to try again. Hell, that must be, what? Twenty-five? Thirty bucks?” He howled with laughter and picked up the pace of his drilling. His arms wrapped around my body and he spit in my face as he slammed into my boy cunt harder and harder. My inner ring was constantly being torn open by his vicious thrusting. Suddenly, I realized that my legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling him into me. No matter what my head said, I couldn’t help it. My body responded to this man’s domination and my legs continued to pull him into me, my pussy walls gyrating around his baby maker, begging to have my insides doused with his hot, toxic seed. His flexing stomach slapping against my spent dick and 8-pack, he began moaning loudly, “Here it comes, here comes my toxic cum. Right in that fucking cum dump. Fuck yeah, cunt, TAKE MY JIZZ! TAKE IT! I’M GONNA’ FUCK IT INTO YOUR GUT, FAGGOT! I’M CHANGING YOU INTO A POZ WHORE!” We were both bucking and thrusting against each other, grunting and groaning. "NO! NO! PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!!" I screamed and begged. "YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE IN THIS! YOUR HOLE BELONGS TO ME RIGHT NOW! I GET TO CHOOSE WHAT GOES IN IT! AND I CHOOSE MY FUCKING AIDS BABIES!" "NOOOO! PLEASE!!!!!" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, CUNT! HERE COME MY SWIMMERS! ENJOY MY BUG!" he yelled out. The cock inside of me inflated slightly, making me take a sharp inhalation of breath, and it began to pulse against my torn and battered ass walls. Hot jolts began to fill me and I knew his poison was shooting out of that bulbous head and hitting my deepest insides. My boy dick spasmed and a tiny bit more cum shot an inch onto my stomach. His balls were still draining into my cum hole, soaking my vulnerable tissue and blood vessels, marinating with my ass juice. The stud collapsed on me with ragged breathing, still pushing and pulling his meat into and from my ass hole, fucking his DNA into my exposed fucked out cock sleeve. We lay there with only his hips moving, forcing his softening dick in and out of my drenched hole. My legs were still wrapped around his hips, clearly not wanting to have to move beyond this moment, not wanting to enter the next moment where I had to face the severity of the situation. After about ten minutes, his hips stopped moving and he sighed, “I have to piss.” His cock popped out of my ass and I yelped a bit. The man that has just potentially infected me with HIV got up casually and headed to the bathroom. I looked across at the mirror to see my legs bent and spread, my pink ass held wide enough to view my gaping pink hole that now had a slightly more purple appearance. A thick white liquid drooled from my sloppy cunt. My pink pucker clenched tightly, sucking it back in. I guess it was hungry for it. I couldn’t control it. “OK,” I said, but he chuckled and turned back, “OK? You’re coming with me.” Oh fuck! I wasn’t done. More to come…

Soon. Hopefully tomorrow. He'll be loaded up soon...

He reached back and slapped my head away from his ass, as he returned to his full upright position. With his enormous cock swinging with each macho step, he made his way to the bar in the living room and pulled a backless bar stool next to the arm of the couch. “Come here,” he beckoned, stroking his ten inches. Shaking, I slowly got up from my knees. My limbs were stiff and my face, chest, and stomach were covered with hardening bodily fluids. I was terrified of what was next and I couldn’t believe I was willingly moving toward it. The saddest part is, it wasn’t because my father had threatened to not pay for college. I didn’t know why I was moving toward it. “Bend over this stool,” he commanded and I quickly followed his orders. Harshly, he ran his fingers over my ass hole, cramming a finger in and pulling it right back out. “You’re still fucking juicy, dude,” he said in disbelief. “You are such a fucking whore. You were born for this.” He spit four times into his palm and coated his dick with it, and then he pointed his monster cock straight up towards his face, lined his mouth up, and dropped a big glob of spit right on the rigid head of it. Smearing the spit all over the mushroom cap, he warned, “It’s in your own best interest to just relax,” and he began rubbing his pole against my opening, nudging in each time his cock ran across my pink pucker. It made me whine every time I felt him run the head of his dick across my hole. I felt him really start to nudge his way in. “What about lube, dude?” His hand came down hard on my ass, burning as if I had sat on an oven. He had held nothing back. “I’m not your dude, shit-for-brains!” he scolded, slapping my other cheek, spitting on it, smearing the spit, and then spanking it even harder, the force being multiplied by the wetness he had applied. “DO. YOU. UN-. DER-. STAND. ME?” he slapped a different cheek with each accented syllable, harder and harder. I howled through my belittling punishment until I finally broke down in a full out cry, “YES!!!” “Good.” He went back to sliding his fuck stick against my boy cunt, “Ask your question again.” I swallowed and asked carefully, “What about lube, Sir?” He chided in a Southern drawl, “If it doesn’t go in with spit and persistence, it ain’t love!” How could he think this was funny? I had no idea if I was going to be able to handle this and he was cracking jokes. He continued, “And I think you’re gonna’ love me a little bit when I’m through with you. So spit it is.” He kept nudging into me, and I tried to relax, but after a few nudges, he got impatient. With constant pressure on my sphincter, he pushed his engorged cock head past my first ring, causing me to scoot away a little bit and yelp. His powerful hands firmly grabbed my waist and stopped me from scurrying away and in the process, forced more of his cock into. I felt my insides stretching around this large invader, trying to accommodate its vastness. My walls wouldn’t adjust quickly enough and the pain was intense. I began howling again, begging him to slow down, but he was like an animal possessed now that I was wailing and writhing about. Steadily, he pushed inch after inch into my tearing rectum, producing sounds from me that I had never made before. Awful cat-like screeches as my ass was destroyed for the first time. All of a sudden, amidst the pain, an incredible sensation waved over me as I felt him hit the end of my ass. Feeling his thick head bump against that spot where he was bottoming out was sensational even though my ass still burned and flexed in stabbing pain. However, I was wrong. “You still have about two more inches to go,” he popped my bubble and pushed forward. I screamed out as I realized that what I thought was the end of my ass was actually just an inner ring that he was intent on tearing beyond repair as well. I felt so full, as if my ass was inflating. The pain was excruciating but I kept getting jolts of agonizingly exquisite sensations that would course through my body. Goose bumps rose up on my thighs and ass. “Yeah, look at those goose bumps. That cunt is cock hungry!” The waistband of my jockstrap was grab and twisted twice around his hand and wrist and pulled taut like the reins on a horse. His powerful erection started moving inside of me, finding a moderate groove. In reality, he was being nice to me since he wasn’t plowing me, but the fact is that it was my first time and he was over ten inches long and hilted in my virgin boy pussy. I thought I was going to pass out from the torturous fucking I was receiving. He began to pick up speed, my ass bouncing off of his hips, his percolating nuts slapping against my smooth pink ass. It felt like there was a steaming hot poker rammed up into my stomach, and I gritted my teeth, grunting and snorting like a pig, trying to soldier through the railing that this stud was carelessly giving my broken hole. My mind was clouded from the stabbing pain in my ass when suddenly I realized that my puny prick was flat against my stomach, more rigid than it had ever been with my girlfriend or from masturbating. What was this guy doing to me? What was he turning me into? “…turning you into a whore…” he mumbled, as if reading my thoughts while pounding into my colon. “…nice converted cum dump pussy bottom…” he hissed out through labored breaths. “How old are you, boy?” he asked without missing a slam of cock into me. Wiping the tears from my cheeks and wincing through another wave of pain as his rod found another unexplored corner of my pussy, I answered, “I turned 18 two weeks ago.” “Oh fuck! Goddamn, you are getting turned inside out and bred by some stranger almost three times your age. You are truly a fucked out cum bucket.” Granted he was hot, but it was still true. I was letting myself be fucked for the first time…no, completely used by a guy that would have been in his 30s when I was born. And at this point, although, it still hurt like hell, it was clearly what my body wanted. I was a disgusting little faggot to be so naturally cock hungry that I would grant some strange guy in his 50s carte blanche access to my holes. “Oh yeah, think about that…the stud behind you right now is 32 years older than you, breeding you like a bitch in heat. I didn’t convert until I was 45. You’re gonna’ have me beat by 27 years. 27 more years to enjoy the bug.” His hands gripped tighter on my 28” waist and his fucking got harder, more determined. Grunting through my words with every thrust that pushed my innards aside, I said, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.” Chuckling, he slowed and long stroked his beer can cock in and out of my straining cunt and said, “Oh, right. I told you I would fill you in on the tattoo once your ass cheek touched while my dick was in you. So fair’s fair. What I meant by converting is that I turned poz five years ago. And you’ll be poz too when you walk out that door today.” “No, no…” I begged, freaking out and frantically tried to wiggle away. I just kept saying “no, no,” and fighting with all of my might to get him out of me. He laughed and almost effortlessly just held my hips in place with his erection about four inches inside of me. “Awww, no you don’t,” he kind of sang and then with one powerful pull of his hands, impaled me on his death stick. My back arched up and I screamed into the air like a howling wolf. “Can’t get away now,” he said with certainty, “the deal is done. It’s right there in the fucking letter, piggie.” I looked on the couch cushions at the yellow legal pad paper still laying there wet with my tears. My dad’s letter. The poisonous beast started hammering into me deeply, only pulling out about three or four inches, and then really punching into my inner ring. The motion and the pain made it difficult to focus on the letter, but eventually I was able to. Immediately, I zeroed in on the passage that my poz top was talking about: Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Holy shit, my father knew and this is why I was sent over. I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. He was letting some buddy from the bar wreck my hole and shoot HIV into me. What had I done to deserve this? I had mouthed off to him. And I had disappointed him. Here I was getting in his face about being a man, meanwhile my girlfriend is bending his ear about how I can’t satisfy her. I just don’t know why she just didn’t break up with me then. Then it dawned on me, he had asked her not to. Not to spare my feelings but to spare his. So I didn’t embarrass him by losing this hot girl because I wasn’t man enough to keep her. And he started fucking her to keep her quiet about me. Then I – his disappointment of a son that he suspects is queer – starts mouthing off about being a man, and he decides to teach me a lesson. He was purposefully putting disease into his only son to prove to me that I wasn’t the big man I thought I was. That I was just a worthless receptacle for cum, toxic or clean, to be used by guys who were real men. And by real men, he meant guys with big dicks, not tiny ones like mine. I was fucked. I couldn’t let this happen. I clenched my ass trying to squeeze him out and instantly felt his member puff up bigger, “Fuck, faggot, you are a natural cum slut, milking my death stick like that.” My attempt to push him out was having the opposite effect and I immediately stopped contracting my ass. Undeterred, he teased me, “Awww, was that you trying to push me out? And what? You think I can’t make you milk that cock?” And with that he reached around and rolled both of my nipples between his fingers. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t prevent my cunt from rhythmically squeezing and releasing his rod in response to the attention on my tits. “Atta’ boy.” I started bawling but my body just kept responding to his touch and his fucking. A rush of determination filled me and I began to crawl away, trying to remove his poisonous cock from my ass. He would have none of that and continued fucking me, mounting me like an animal. I used my arms to pull me forward, caught one of my feet on a wrung of the stool, and pushed. With grunts and guttural noises, his body remained on me as I tried desperately to flee onto the couch. Literally, I was fucked down the length of the couch as I tried to escape my fate. This fueled him as he continued to drill my ass, using my resistance as a way to turn my violation into more of a sport. Finally, I broke down, biting into far arm of the couch, screaming into the fabric as he ruthlessly trenched out my mancunt. Amazing how ten inches can feel like sixteen when it’s being dragged through your bowels. Every time he would pull himself out of me, it felt like he was taking my insides with him, turning me inside out. I also felt strangely empty, like it was wrong to have him out of me. As agonizing as it was to have him brutalizing my guts, I needed him back inside of me emotionally and physically. I beat my fist on the pillow next to my face, my teeth sinking into the dusty fabric of the couch arm, while visions of my rectum being pull outside of my asshole filled my head. There was so much I was scared of at that moment: of this man giving me his diseased sperm, of my ass being damaged beyond repair so that it had that slutty rosebud look with your pucker exposed and swollen, of my future. Was this my future, was this all I was good for? I would find out soon enough that the resounding answer was yes. Without warning, the cock was pulled out of me and he yanked me off the couch by my arm. My ass seized and spasmed in abrupt pain and I yelped loud enough for a neighbor to hear, I'm sure. “On your knees, suck the cock that was just in your asshole.” Before I knew it, I had fallen to my knees having been roughly thrown from the furniture and my mouth was full of his slimy snake. “Yeah, taste your ass. Taste good?” I just whined on his dick, his unyielding hands moving my head up and down on his rod. “Yeah, taste all that ass juice. Nice ass juice. Eat your ass off my dick.” Granted, I was a first time bottom, so I hadn’t cleaned out, but I made it a habit not to eat after 7:30pm and before I go to the gym, I only ever have liquids and fruit. On top of that, my diet is pretty healthy…so my ass is pretty clean, especially pre-gym. Thank God, there was no taste of shit or anything. It tasted of his pre-cum and it tasted of my insides, which I actually liked, which was just astounding. Something about being able to experience how I tasted ten inches inside of me was just so exciting to me. I felt pre-cum soaking the front of my jock strap. In addition to the nectar of his pre-cum and the nasty delicacy of my insides, I also tasted something metallic and coppery, but wasn’t sure what it was. I put it out of my head and the other tastes had me so fucking horny that I just slurped away on his manhood. “Good boy, goooo-oood boyyyy,” he whined, working through an intense moment of pleasure. “Nurse it, boy. That’s my little cum pup, it’s like a fucking pacifier for you. So fucking young, I love it. Just a kid. Well, all the kids I know like to play with toys. You like toys, bitch?” His cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up at him with big saucer eyes still holding his heavy cock in my hand, “What kind of toys?” What a stupid fucking question.

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.

The bull took a hold of my tank top and tore it almost completely down the back. As the tattered shirt fell off my shoulders, he turned around, pressing me against the couch and clamped his mouth over one of my nipples. He began to suck and bite it making me whimper and moan. My dick was rock hard now as my shirt fell to the floor around my feet. His fingers found my other nipple and he flicked and scraped it with his fingernail as he continued to service my other pec. I clawed the back of his head and his broad back, needing the attention his mouth was giving. He came up for air and I looked down at my left nipple swollen, wet, and beat red. It seriously looked like one of my girlfriend’s nipples and that was the first time I realized the degree to which he was going to emasculate me. He snarled at me, “Just like a girl, likes to get his tits worked, huh?” I shamefully whispered back, “Yes.” He slapped my face and corrected me, “Yes, Sir.” At first I was taken aback, my cheek stinging and a bit angry, but when I looked back at his steely gaze, I knew I had deserved the slap for being such a sissy boy. “Yes, Sir,” I exhaled, trying strangely to please him. Instead, he spat a huge wad of saliva that splattered on my mouth, nose, and cheek, and then bit his teeth onto my other nipple, smearing the spit all over my face with one of his hands. As he chewed on my swelling nipple, one his hand roughly opened my legs, assuring me that there would be no asking this afternoon, no choices, no gentle nudges. He was intent on owning my body and using my holes as he saw fit. I felt like a whore, obligated to let him do what he wanted for a price. The price being $20. That’s what my ass and mouth were worth, my dignity, my manhood. And my father had determined the price. His hand reached between my muscled thighs and found my asshole, still slick with his spit. He nuzzled his fingers between my cheeks mumbling, “Fucking hot bubble butt,” and then continued to slurp on my chest while he pushed one of his fingers into my virgin ass. Nothing besides his tongue had ever been in there, and I began to pull away, yelping from the pain this small invasion was causing. His free hand shot up and caught me tightly around the neck, forcing me back down onto his finger. “Bigger than that’s going in there, boy, so you better just relax and get used to having things in your shitter,” he snarled, not looking up at me, just taking his mouth off my nipple long enough to say it and then return to making my nips puffy and blood-engorged, feminizing me further. His digit dug around inside of me, pressing against the tender walls of my ass, pushing into my insides trying to find where he met resistance, where he could push through flaps of tissue, where he could put pressure that would make me moan or whimper. Although it hurt, he knew where to push up inside of me to keep my dick jumping. I had never precum before but I felt wetness emerging from my piss slit. The finger started pistoning into my hole, making me whine a little with every jab into me. He kept fingering my hole, but brought is face in front of mine. He snickered at me, “You sound just like my ex-wife’s sister when I used to fuck her. Same fucking noises.” I looked into his eyes, my own eyes wide, in disbelief that I was letting another man treat me the way a girl was supposed to be treated. His eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking what he wanted, knowing I would submit, knowing he was stronger than me. More of a man. He pulled his finger out abruptly, which made my ass and legs shake with a sensation that combined both pleasure and pain. Before I knew it, he forcefully shoved his fingers, including the one that had just been in my ass, into my mouth. He scooped the fingers around my mouth cavity and over my tongue. I choked and gagged a bit, confused, but he just as abruptly pulled his fingers out and returned two of them to hole, shoving both back into my chute. I howled for a second, but he just planted them there, firmly against a spot that made me start to mewl. “This is just the beginning, boy. Do you know how good your cunt tasted? It was perfect - I can’t wait to turn it inside out. I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy so that I’m the only one that can get you off … and you keep crawling back here, begging me to fuck out your sloppy mancunt. You know what your mancunt is?” I didn’t answer, just sucked in a jagged breath not wanting to fuel his abuse. He waited a few moments for my reply, and when none came he crammed a third finger into me, growling, “This is your mancunt.” I whimpered and bit my bottom lip, feeling my asshole be stretched around almost this entire stranger’s hand. It was definitely humbling. “You know what your mancunt is now?” he baited. I looked down, ashamed, “Yes,” I said almost inaudibly, taking a glance at my nipples, red and protruding like a bitch in heat. But his line of questioning wasn’t done. “And what goes in your mancunt?” I knew the answer. I didn’t want to know the answer and I hated myself for immediately knowing the correct response, but I could feel his pinky and thumb getting itchy and I knew he would use me like a sock puppet if I wasn’t forthcoming. So I looked up at him, and almost pleaded for him to be kind, “Anything that you say goes in it.” “Don’t think those puppy dog eyes are going to make me take it easy. Come on, stud, you’re a big jock boy, you can take a sticking and keep on licking, can’t you?” He emphasized his open mockery by splaying the three fingers in my ass, widening the stretch in my anal cavity and making me feel like I had to pee or cum or both. “Your mancunt is good for one thing. Getting real men off. Remember that for later.” And with that, his three fingers slipped out of my ass and were shoved immediately into my mouth. My throat immediately tried to expel them, but he stayed firm and I was pinned to the back of the couch. “Clean ‘em off, whore. Learn to enjoy the taste of any ass, you worthless cum catch.” I had no choice and I closed my lips around his knuckles and he coached me through sucking on his fingers and using my tongue to get the slime from between each digit. I mean, his fingers weren’t that deep inside me (thought they felt like they were) so mostly it just tasted like old saliva. It was mostly the thought that made me gag, but I quickly got over that for the sake of getting my mouth back. “It’s lunch time,” my dominator informed me and lifted his arm above his head, leaving his pit completely exposed thanks to the sleeveless shirt he wore. As his torso stretched I spied the very top of a red and black tattoo peaking above the waistband of his sweats, but I couldn’t see enough of it to tell what it was. “Dig in,” he nodded his head in the direction of his open armpit. My face crinkled in confusion. He grabbed the back of my head with the other hand and jeered, “I said, bon appetite, fuck twat,” and he buried my face in his pit. The hair under his arm was soaked with sweat, pearling on the skin around the damp patch. The odor was strong. Not bad, just strong. A testament to the hard work he must have been doing before I showed up. Mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, hammering nails into a fence patch. My nostrils were filled with his pheromones and the remnants of his masculine chores. He jerked my head sternly and I took my cue. I began licking and sucking his arm pit. Such a strong taste. Not the bitter taste of deodorant as I would experience later with some of my other clients, but the overwhelming bouquet of man scent. It was the smell at the gym, or in the school locker room, or of one of my buddies after a pick up game of hoops that (I didn’t realize until that moment) always got me horny. As his intoxicating scent got me harder and harder, I went to town on his pit, using my full tongue to swipe the entire surface area of his under arm. He loosened the grip on my head, and eventually began to go back and forth between my nipples, tweaking them and rolling them between his fingers, increasing their irritation and my pleasure. I finally looked up at him breathless, panting with my mouth and cheeks covered in a thin film of my own saliva and his sweat. With one hand, he grabbed a hold of my bottom jaw and shook it slightly, “Good boy, you’re starting to learn your place.” He released my face and gave it a light slap, He gave my right nipple one more pinch and noticed my tenting jock strap. “And you’re getting hard, faggot boy. Let’s see that little pecker of yours. Come on, show it to me. Mister Big Man with the girlfriend…you can show it to her and she’s supposed to be impressed enough to date your ass, show it to me.” I reached down to the side of my jock strap, and for the first time I noticed the outline of his cock down the leg of his sweats. I had been in such a complete state of shock the past five minutes or so, I hadn’t even given a thought to how big his dick was. And he still wasn’t going to give me time to contemplate it, snapping, “Come on, you little cum dump, show me your dick.” I pulled the side of my jock strap aside and my penis popped out, fully erect and hard as a rock. The guy started laughing. He pointed and laughed. Now I know there were other guys in the locker room bigger than me, but my girl friend had never complained. Well, at least not to me, I guess, considering she was supposedly banging my dad. My father’s friend continued to laugh and point, “You call that a dick? That’s a weenie at best, and definitely not a cock. Wait a minute.” He opened a drawer in the island of the kitchen and returned with a measuring tape. “Measure it, pussy boy.” I looked up at him pathetically. “Come on, big man, it looks rock hard to me, ain’t getting any bigger than that. Now’s the time to measure that monster,” he said mockingly. I knew this wasn’t going to turn out well, and I sheepishly took the measuring tape from him. I placed one end at the base of my penis and stretched it as taut as I could to the tip of it. There was a reason I had never measured my package and this was why. Looking up at him, I saw him register the number and bust out laughing. “Five? Five fucking inches? Actually, if you look closely, four and seven-eighths, not even five! Are you joking with that thing? How do you think you’re good for anything BUT taking dick? Who the fuck are you going to satisfy with that tiny thing? Certainly not your girlfriend as we just read. I’m not sure there’s ANY woman that would be able to get off on that. And I can’t imagine a guy with any dignity that would let you top him. You wanna’ see a real dick?” With one gesture, he pulled his sweat pants down to mid-thigh. Out bounced a gigantic piece of meat. He slowly slipped his shirt off to allow me time to take it in. This thing was only semi-hard at this point, but it was thick and juicy, and for as much hair as he had on his torso and powerful arms, his crotch was nice and managed. Not manicured or shaved, but tight and groomed, emphasizing the perfectly shaped mammoth cock bobbing between his thighs, propped up by a pair of lightly haired balls about the size of golf balls so full of the fluid that would be pooled in my guts in less than two hours that they pulled the skin of his scrotum, bowing it in at the top and tapering out where his two baby-makers swung pendulously. I could also finally see the full tattoo in a small area on his pelvic bone, naturally sparse with hair. It was a red and black symbol like the ones in biology class where we put anything contaminated. I couldn't figure out what would make him get that inked on his body unless it was just an intimidating tattoo that matched his dominating persona. I was in the middle of trying to sort out the possibilities when he shoved the tape measure into my hands again. “Measure it.” I stepped forward. “On your knees,” he qualified the position in which I would be measuring his cock. I was shaking as I got to my knees and reach my hands forward to measure his gigantic phallus. I have NEVER touched another guy’s cock before, much less one this huge. I placed the end of the measuring tape at the base of his member causing it to jump slightly from the attention. I startled a bit and lurched back. He chuckled, “It’s not gonna’ bite you. What it’s gonna’ do to you hurts a lot more than biting.” The sadistic grin. I pulled the measuring tape loosely to the tip of him and my eyes got big when I saw the number. “Read it to me, boy.” I looked up, my face just inches from his manhood, the measuring tape still in my hands stretched to an absurd number. “Nine.” “Read it again,” he insisted. “Nine and a quarter,” I read more accurately. “That’s better. And I’ll save you the trouble. It’s seven around, eight at it’s thickest; the thickest being that mushroom head you’re staring at. And that fucker’s not even fully hard yet. You better fix that quick.” With that, he relieved me of the tape measure, throwing it in the open drawer and swung his rod back into my face, slapping me in the cheek with it and making as loud a sound as when he lightly slapped me. The thing had so much heft to it that it actually stung a bit when it smacked my cheek. “So now let’s get on the same page,” he began. “Are you a man?” I looked up into his face. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, demanding an honest response. I looked to his intimidating tool gradually filling with blood and then looked down at my dwarfed boydick that looked more like an enlarged clit when compared to his monster. I pulled the fabric of the jock back over my crotch, hiding my pathetic package and replying, “No, I’m not.” “Am I a man?” “Yes, Sir.” “Why?” “Because you have a big dick.” “That’s right, pussy boy. It’s all about your dick. You need to accept that you don’t have a dick to offer, you have your holes. That means you’re not even a Beta Male, you’re a bottom bitch who services any real man that wants to get off. Understand?” A tear rolled down my face, “Yes, Sir.” “Good bitch. So now, where is my big dick going?" I hated the fact that my ass hole twitched in anticipation, knowing the answer. “It’s going inside of my ass.” “You ever been fucked before?” I swallowed hard, “No.” He smirked, “Well, you’re fucked now.” The sadistic grin. PART 3 COMING SOON.

As I wait for my next 'client', I think about how I ended up here: waiting on a bed in a 20 dollar hotel for whatever guy to whom he’s sold my cunt. I can see his sadistic grin in my head when he told me “Tomorrow’s client is a gonna be a doozy. Get some rest.” I guess you could say that this is all my fault. If I just hadn’t been so uppity. I guess I should go back to the first time. I had just turned 18, just graduated high school. I’m a blue-eyed, brown haired jock with a baseball player’s body that is naturally smooth. About 5’10” and 160 pounds of shredded muscle, thick legs, meaty pecs and arms, and an eight pack. I had been hitting the gym since middle school and still do because I really like sports. I was really excited about going to college in the fall; the only downside being that I would be away from my girlfriend. My girlfriend was hot! Captain of the cheerleading squad, tiny little waist, and 36Cs - just perfect. Anyway, I had lived with my Dad since I was about 8. My mom and he divorced and she had issues, so my Dad got me. We had always gotten along until my senior year in high school. We always fought about one thing or the other, and there was also something odd in his attitude toward me. I couldn’t figure it out. Well, until that day. My Dad and I had just had a fight a week earlier where I went off on this whole tirade about how I was 18 now and I was a man and he needed to treat as such. We went round and round, but I always came back to that same phrase – “I’m a man now! Just like you!” Boy, I wish I hadn’t said that. Well, the next Saturday, my Dad asked me if I would drop off a letter and duffel bag to one of his friends on my way to the gym. “All you have to do is take this over to his house, and he’ll give you something in return to bring back,” my Dad said. I told him I would, and as he handed me the duffel bag and letter, he had the sadistic grin I’ve learned to distrust, and he said, “Thanks, son, I really appreciate it.” I had no idea what I was heading into as I found the address on the envelop and typed it into my iPhone. Dressed in gym shorts and a tank top, I headed out the door and drove to my Dad's friend's house, which I found easily enough. Grabbing the duffel bag, I headed up to the door, rang the bell and a guy about my Dad’s age answered the door a few seconds later. He was about 6’ tall, salt and pepper hair, and green eyes. He was thick - not fat, but definitely not skinny, and not a muscle guy. Just thick and masculine. He wore some sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt that hung open, showing his hairy torso. He had clearly been doing some lawn work. I introduced myself saying “Hi, I’m Gary’s son. He told me to drop this off to you, and that you would have something for me.” The guy looked somewhat puzzled, repeating my line "“He said I would have something for you?” With that, he accepted the duffel bag and envelope, and opened up the letter and began scanning it, saying at the same time, “He told me he was sending you over to drop off some money he owed me, but he didn’t say anything about a—“ He abruptly stopped talking, clearly taken off guard by something he read in the letter. I just stood in the doorway and watched him, not exactly sure what was going on. He went over to the duffel bag that he had left on the counter and unzipped it, looked inside, and then looked back at me with a grin not unlike my father’s. He kind of sauntered over to me, nodding his head, and sizing me up. He clicked his tongue a few times as he closed the door behind me. I looked up at him, “Is everything alright? I need to get to the gym. You have something for my Dad or what?” “You’re not going to the gym today.” “What do you mean? Yes, I am!” I snapped back. “Do me a favor,” he baited. “Go look in that duffel bag.” I was confused, but wanted to put an end to this cryptic behavior. I walked over to the duffel bag, putting my Dad’s friend between myself and the door. I lifted the flap and almost pissed myself when I saw a bunch of sex toys of varying sizes and shapes. I was so stunned that I didn’t even notice my father’s buddy had come up behind me. His beefy arms hugged me forcefully from behind and I felt his scruff run like sandpaper over my ear as he whispered, “Those are going inside of you, boy.” Within one or two seconds of struggling, I knew that this guy had easily overpowered me, and so all I could muster was, “What the fuck are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you being my cock socket for the afternoon,” he said and then licked up the side of my neck. It disgusted me, but it felt good, and I was even more confused. “Your Dad owes me money, and he’s paying with your holes.” And with that, one of his calloused hands went under my tank top and took my right nipple between its index finger and thumb and began rolling it around. I had never had my nips played with like that before, and I was overwhelmed by how good it felt. My cock started to stir, and I didn’t know what to do. “Just like a bitch to like her nips pinched,” he said and he tossed me toward the back of the couch. “Dude, I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t do this, I’m straight,” I pleaded, perhaps just to remind myself. “Somehow, I doubt that,” he laughed. I started to get pissed, “I have a girlfriend!” “Oh, I’ve heard about your girlfriend, and that doesn’t prove shit. Listen, I’m owed a debt and I plan on collecting.” “Listen, if my Dad owes you money, he’ll pay you. This is just a misunderstanding, you don’t have to take it out on me.” The guy just laughed at me as he approached me with the letter that I had brought over. “There’s no misunderstanding. I’m not taking anything out on you. This is your father’s idea.” I couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re lying! My father would never do that!” “Oh really?” He grabbed me hard, tossing the letter on the couch. There was nothing he would do to me that I could fight. He was just too big, too aggressive, too manly. He spun me around, locking one hand around my throat and thrusting the other hand down the back of my shorts. He was obviously pleased that I was wearing a jock strap (I WAS planning on going to the gym), and explored my hairless cheeks and hole, not pushing in yet. Once again, my dick jumped. Without warning he forcefully bent me over the back of the couch so my face was in the cushions and pulled my shorts down to my ankles. “Read the fucking letter bitch boy while I eat your cunt.” And with that, he cupped a butt cheek in each of his hands, spreading my ass, and for the first time (but not the last) I felt a mouth lick, suck, and slurp at my smooth pink asshole. I had to get my bearings before I could read the letter. I mean, all these feelings were washing over my body. His mouth felt sensational but I was repulsed by the thought of being with another man, but it felt like the natural order of things to be submitting to this bigger, more manly guy. His tongue plunged into my ass and at first, my pucker would tighten around his tongue, not use to this slimy invasion. But soon, I was pushing out, trying to wrap more of my insides around his talented tongue. All of a sudden, he spit on my right ass cheek, rubbed it around, and open palm smacked my ass, “I said read the fucking letter, faggot!” Fuck, my ass stung! I howled out and whimpered, but what started as a stirring with my nipples getting tweaked turned instantly into a full-fledged boner. I forced myself to focus on the letter in front of my face. It read: Hey Buddy, I know I owe you $20 from that pool game the other night, but frankly, I just don’t feel like paying it. But I do want to make good on my debt so I’m giving you my son for the afternoon. I know how you lean, and I want you to teach him a lesson. He’s gotten pretty fucking lippy with me going on and on about how he’s a man now and wants to be treated like such. He’s a little priss-ass queer and you’re the guy to treat him the way a little faggot boy needs to be treated. Put him in his place. You can start by letting him read this letter…it’s time he learn some things. First of all, I want you to use the toys in this gym bag on him. I want his hole stretched and stretched good. I have more plans for using this little bitch. Feel free to spit on him, slap him, piss on him or in him, humiliate him…and yes, fuck him anyway you want. Fuck him raw and send him home with at least one big load of cum in him. I’m aware of what that means, and yes, I’m sure. Make sure he keeps it in his ass because when he gets home, I’m going to scoop it out and feed it to him. He can consider that the final exam to this lesson. Make sure you keep him there until at least 5 since I’ll be fucking his girlfriend at our house until about 4:30. She’s a hot piece of ass, and I’ve been fucking her for almost a year now. That’s how I found out what a little pencil-dicked bitch he is. I felt guilty when I started fucking her a year ago until I found out what a lame fuck my son was. He’s never once gotten her off and he won’t even eat her out. That reminds me, make sure you make him eat your ass so he gets over that hang up. The point is, I knew he had to be a faggot if he couldn’t fuck this hot little cheerleader good…so disappointed in him. So I stepped in and took care of her. You and I will have to tag team her sometime, but I’ll make you use a condom on her. Or who knows, maybe not. Maybe we can both get her pregnant. Okay, so have fun, man! Use his mouth and ass as if they were pussies that needed your babies. Return him to me broken in and with no doubt in his mind that his purpose in life is to be dominated by real men. Put him in his place, and I’ll be sure to keep him there. Oh, and if he resists at all, remind him that he either submits to you or he can kiss college goodbye, and he’ll be slinging fries at a McDonald’s for the rest of his life. See you at the pool table, Gary As I finished reading, I was torn between the tears streaming down my face and the saliva running down my balls. This stranger’s mouth and tongue were making my ass feel better than it’s ever felt, but the information that I had just been bombarded with tore my heart out. Images of my girlfriend screaming in orgasm on my father’s cock flooded my brain and I wanted to bawl, but then the tongue behind me would push through my outer ring again and I would moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, he stopped and stood up. I looked back over my shoulder at him, my eyes red from crying. He smirked, “I see you finished reading it.” I nodded. “You know what’s next, right?” he asked. I shook my head no. “I break you in. And break you, I will.” Part II coming soon.

Nice! Great story! I want more! Tell me about day 2!