samso

(PS. Ive written several stories on here throughout the years if you want to get a sense of how my kink brain operates. Heres a shorter one from a while ago. I dare say my writing has gotten better):

The gist: Im looking for a more or less full-time dom in SF for a couple months. In return for helping me get some of my own shit in order and work through some of my sexual hang-ups, I pay you by being your slave who will obediently clean your garage, file your taxes, or give/take a load to/from your landlord to spare you the rent. The story: Im a 34 yo guy (white, 6’ tall. 6”c, 195 lbs.) who just finished grad school, which i kind of sacrificed everything else in my life to get through. (That’s Dr. Cumwhore now, thank you). Im also a wild kinky bottom who is neg in spite of having a bug chasing/stealthing fetish for years and love hot verbal guys breeding my ass. Im pretty at peace with my sex interests and their inevitable consequences, but ive also started to become a little bored with the same fantasies over and over again and want to see if i can explore some new limits. Also ive been managing other people my entire life and really like my sex life to be the place i give up control. The situation: Right now Im burned out and struggling to find the motivation to move on with my career or diversify my sex life. But one of the very few things that gets me insanely motivated is finding dominant men to service. Looking for that in random hookups is a mixed bag and its hard to find someone who knows how to be a dom without being either an exploitative asshole or a hot mess. The give: I want to be your full time sub for a few months. We meet, we negotiate, we give it a trial run, and then I sign on to be your official slave/boy/son. I have my own place and a dog I need to take care of plus my own errands to run some of the time, but otherwise Im free labor for tasks both menial and sexual. My payment to you is my service; I will never ask you to pay for being your sub nor pay you for being my dom. Any mutual expenses incurred should be split equitably. The take: Be a dominant, verbal top willing to check in on a daily basis and take charge. I need regular sex, discipline, and enough time to keep my own life in order. Be open to helping me do the things i suck at, mostly around being consistent on things like cleaning my house (or taking PREP, if you decide i should remain on it). Have good time boundaries. Respect my three safewords: green for go, yellow for slow, red for stop. Ill use them as little as i can. Be open to helping me explore the limits of my bug chasing/stealthing fetish. I accept this means risk and do not hold you responsible if i convert, however I do not want you to force that conversion. I will be happy to serve your fetishes in turn with the standard restrictions: no scat, blood, extreme pain or permanent body mods. Mon-mandatory: I typically go for daddy types with brown skin (ie latino, middle eastern, indian) but am open. My preference would be for you to be HIV+ but undetectable so we could fuck with baseline low (but non-zero) risk and explore from there. I have an average body but Im an awesome bottom and a pretty damn good top as needed. I have given this a lot of thought and really hope i can find someone to make this work with. Hit me up. Thanks, and take care.

My boyfriend has always been a safe sex bottom, but recently I've gotten him into barebacking and even taking other guys' loads. The idea of getting anonymously bred has been turning him on more and more. If anyone happens to be looking tonight in the Castro area of SF, hosting all tops who want to come and fuck his tight ass. He's an intense latino bottom in his mid thirties. I'm a white vers/top, slightly younger. I love getting sucked while he gets fucked from behind and egging him on to become the pig I know he wants to be. He also likes the idea of a "stealthing" scene. Bonus points if I can take a video of it, although not required. Hiit us up.

"Do you love me, baby?" Mario asked while he used Sergio's cum as lube to fuck me. "Yes, I love you so much," I said, hating myself for letting this happen. "How much, baby? Tell me how much you love me." "I love you enough to want your raw dick inside me. I love you enough to take your load." "So do you love Sergio, or do you just love dick? Say it, bitch. Tell me you just love my bare dick." He fooled me into confessing my real feelings for him, because the truth was I did love him. More than I had ever loved anyone. I think he felt the same way too, once, but now he was hellbent on making me feel like a worthless cum dump. And I loved him even more for that. "I love your bare dick, Mario. I don't give a shit that your positive, I just want you without any rubber between us. Make love to me, sexy. Tell me I'm yours." "Fuck you, slut. You belong to any guy who puts his dick inside you.. How many guys have you been with since me?" I couldn't lie. "Six, I think. But I made them use protection." "What, like your ass is worth protecting? From now on you'll never ask for a condom again." When I didn't respond he changed tactics, talking to me romantically. "Baby, this feels so good. I love being inside you. I know you love it too. You do, don[t you baby?" "Yesssss...." "I just want to give you what you really want. You want this, don't you? Oh baby, I'm about to shoot inside you. Tell me you want that. Tell me. Dime." Looking into this eyes, even knowing it was a trick, I couldn't resist. I loved him so much. "Yes, please, give me your seed." "Wow, Mario, you got this bitch whipped," Sergio said. He was getting hard again. Mario asked me if I would let Sergio fuck me again; I told him I only wanted him. Mario laughed; as he unloaded inside of me. "You only love dick. I can't believe I ever liked you." As he pulled out I felt his cum drip out of my ass. He turned me around so that he could kiss me, but I could feel his contempt, his domination of me as he did. And before I realized what he was doing, I could feel Sergio's newly erect dick pressing on my asshole again...

This is the real story of how I became a chaser. I had broken up with Mario about a year ago. He was hot as fuck, but crazy. I'm a little crazy too. He bred me five or six times when we were dating, only after which I found out he hadn't been tested in three years. Turns out he was positive. I still came back negative. I didn't have much of an issue with his serostatus, but he was going through the shit of adjusting to being positive and it didn't end up working out. The last time we hung out I begged him to fuck me. He was hesitant but ultimately gave in, on the provision we used a condom. I bent over his desk while he slipped on the rubber before slipping it inside me. He started off making love to me, gently fucking me while he kissed the back of my neck. About half way through he changed, though. He started plowing my ass in a way he hadn't done before, and I was loving every second of it. In his heart of hearts I stopped being the guy he was in love with and started being his bitch. He called me his puta whore and told me he was about to nut. I just wanted him to keep going. My ass suddenly felt slick, which I chalked up to the lube. But as he pulled out, he said, "Fuck! The condom broke! I'm sorry baby, I just came in your ass." I turned around and kissed him deeply, We fell asleep next to each other. I woke up to him fucking me raw. I asked him about the condom, but he turned me on to my front and pinned me down against the mattress while he drove his dick inside me. That's when he confessed that he had intentionally ripped off the tip of the condom last night. He figured I wanted it but was too shy to ask. I bucked against him, but he held on and told me that my options were to enjoy the rape or get raped anyways. A bitch like me was only good for what he was giving me. And he was right. I made a show of pushing him off, but I couldn't really pretend I didn't want his seed. I'm a whore at heart, and in the end I was his whore;. He kissed me deep as he came. He looked into my eyes and told me that he wanted me to be his bottom boy forever, and that his poz cum was ruining me for any other guy. In that moment I would have given him anything, but as he pulled out I saw the guilt overcome him. He kicked me out of his apartment soon afterwards, and when I called him he told me he couldn't trust a slut like me and never wanted to see me again. A few days later he called to apologize, but by that point I figured I was better off without him in my life and bid him farewell. A year later he called me on what I assume was a drunken bender. He and his friend Sergio were hanging out and he wanted me to come over. Even though I knew it was a stupid move, I made my way to his apartment. Sergio ended up telling a story about how he got fucked by a straight neighbor of his, which got me boned enough that I nearly came inside my pants. Mario was sitting nest to me on the couch, and I was trying like hell not to give in to his attempts to seduce me. I was trying to be a good boy. Even after he kissed my ear (which drives me wild), I pushed him off and told him this wasn't a good idea. He went to the kitchen in a huff. Sergio was laying on his back on the living room floor and fingering his cock through his jeans. By this point I was making my excuses to leave before I did something I would regret, but when he unzipped his fly and pulled out his gorgeous cock I was too mesmerized to move. He told me to suck him, but even as horny as I was I thought that would be a bad thing to do in Mario's home. That was also the moment Mario walked back into the room. "What are you doing?" he asked me, offended. His friend had his dick out but somehow I was the bad guy here. Mario pushed me down on the couch and made a concerted effort to pull off my jeans. "Wait, what the hell are *you* doing?" I asked him back, still trying to not give into the situation. In stead of responding, he french kissed me while managing to pull my pants down to my ankles. I didn't notive Sergio coming up behind me until Mario said, "Go for it, man. He so clearly wants it!" I felt the tip of Sergio's raw dick against my hole. He had a biohazard tattoo on the back of his neck, and I tried to stop him by telling him I was neg. Then he pushed a few inches into me. I looked into Mario's eyes and pleaded with him:"If someone is going to poz me up I want it to be you." "You aren't special you stupid whore," he said. "Your ass will end up poz, but you will have taken so many raw dicks by then you won't even know who it was. Fuck him, Serge!" I was moaning like a bitch in heat as I got pounded from behind, then leaned in to kiss Mario. "I still love you, baby" I told him. "You're just a piece of ass" he said back, but kissed me back anyways. Sergio was grunting loudly at this point and asked me where I wanted him to cum. I broke off my kiss to shout, "Shoot it on my back!" "Fuck you," Mario said. "Don't pull out of this dumb bitch; plant your seed inside him." "Mario, please no. I don't want this..." That's when Sergio pulled out and shouted, "Is this what you want?" He jizzed so hard I felt the first shot hit the back of my neck. Then he pointed his cock directly at my ass and came on my hole/ "Thank you for pulling out..." I started, just as he pushed his cock back into my ass, pushing his load inside me. "Oh, fuck, what am I doing?" I asked while Mario cheered on his friend. "You're being a good little whore" he told me. "Serge, hold this boy down so I can nut in him too." "No, please, this isn't right..."I told him, but he didn't care. "You think I'm not going to breed you after you let my friend knock you up?" I bent my head as he fucked me doggy-style, defeated. He was right. I had let his friend fuck me raw; I couldn't turn him down now. (To be continued)

The twink who responded to my Grindr profile was just right. Early 20sish, preppy, safe-only, bottom. I told him I my roommates were having a house party so there might be a little noise outside the room while we were together; I just didn't let him know he'd be the guest of honor soon enough. I led him through my crowd of friends, who were making cat calls, dicking around, drinking beer, being cheerful assholes. As soon as I had him in the bedroom i immediately had him against a wall and was kissing him fiercely. He was a little tense at first, but he relaxed into it soon enough. Soon enough we were both naked, with him lying face down on the bed while I ate his ass. You could tell he loved the idea of a strong older guy pinning him down and using him hard, and he was quickly moaning like a bitch in heat. My cock was rock hard anticipating dropping my load in this I turned him over so I could keep eating his ass, him sprawled out flat on the bed writhing on my tongue, me putting just enough baby oil on my cock to make this an easy entry. Kissing my way up his back, I lined my cock up with his hole and teased his asshole. His hands immediately sprang for the condoms he had placed by the bedside, but I found my mark and slid half way into him. "Condoms!" he hollered while putting up a struggle to get out from under me, but I was stronger. "Shh, baby, don't worry, we'll use one," I said while sliding even deeper into his silky hole, which was spasming like mad around my dick. He didn't let up the struggle; I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep his from screaming and held him down while I pulled a little before sliding all the way in to the hilt. When he tried to bite my hand I slapped him hard on his face and told him he'd regret trying that again. As he continued to struggle, I punch fucked him a few times and made it clear he needed to settle down if he wanted me to be any gentler. He slowly subsided, clearly panicked but also doing his best to adjust to me in him. I settled into a rhythm, alternating between slow and fast strokes while his resistance to what I was doing faded. He was clearly hating himself for starting to enjoy it. After 10 minutes of that his ass was open and taking it without a problem. At this point I pulled out of him so that I could turn him over and do him missionary-style. I like to look in their eyes when I fill them. As soon as I did, he was reaching for the condoms again and pleading with me to put one on now. I took the condom wrapper from him, kissed him deeply, and positioned my cock at his ass again but wasn't quite able to slide in. In this position he had more leverage to fight me. So I quickly tore the damn thing open, rolled it about an inch and a half down my dick and put some more baby oil on it. He relaxed a lot after that and I slid into his ass easily. I managed to fuck the condom off and into him in about 30 seconds. He was begging for my dick now, telling me how good it felt. This bitch talked too much: I kissed him to shut him up while I held his arms up by his sides so he couldn't jerk his cock or investigate about the condom. Of course, after about five minutes he asked me if it was still there. I just told him "yes." I was so fucking close now; I pulled my face up to his, looked in his eyes and told him that his ass was on the verge of making me cum. He got another panicked look and asked me again to pull out. "Don't worry baby, I won't cum in..." but the sentence trailed off as I felt myself go over the edge. With a triumphant roar, I thrust in him as hard as I could as I shot jet after jet of cum in his ass. "Fuck, fuck, did you just cum?" he asked, panicked. Instead of answering, I slowly let my dick slide out of his ass, clearly bare, and a thick stream of my cum immediately flowed out. "What the fuck?" he cried, but before he had any further time to respond the bedroom door opened and my boyfriend Manuel walked in (We had arranged for him to walk in right after I came ahead of time). "What's going on in here, boys?" he asked with a giant shit-eating grin on his face. The twink was struggling to get off the bed, but I held his arms down again and said to Manuel, "Look at the gift this little slut just got!" Manuel wasted no time in grabbing and holding up the boy's legs while I held down his flailing arms. "Wow! You let him drop his load in you? What a fucking little whore!" The boy was starting to cry and whimper a bit at this point. Manuel bent his head down and felched some of the cum out of his ass, then licked the cum across the boy's (very hard) dick. "Look at how stiff he is! He must have fucking been begging you for it!" He stripped off his shirt and jeans in a heartbeat. "Well if you like it so much, I get another big dick with a six-day load for you." The boy pleaded with him to put on a condom. "Why? You're clearly a cum slut. I'm not putting on a condom if he didn't have to." "But he raped me!" "Then why is your cock sticking up like a flagpole?" Manuel asked, slowly tonguing the kid's dick up and down while he let out an involuntary gasp. "That's right, bitch. Rape is only if you don't want it! Hey, I have an idea, George." (Here he was referring to me). "Go get one of the guys from the other room, since they're too lazy to come see where the real entertainment is." After a minute I returned with James, a hulking 6'2 former college linebacker. Manuel released the kid and laid down on the bed, cock pointed upward. The kid tried to make a break for it, but there wasn't any getting past us. "You boys help me lower our guest onto my dick so he can experience what it's like to be a cowgirl!" Now the boy was trying to plead with James to be saved from this, but course he knew it was hopeless. I got some rope from the dresser, and together we tied up his arms and then slung the rope up on one of the sling hooks on the ceiling so that his ass was hovering over Manuel's dick. I manned the rope, slowly slackening while James and Manuel worked together to make sure the kid's ass came in line with Manuel's eager rod. While he was still struggling, he was fighting both us and gravity as Manuel's cock met his open hole and then slid in. Manuel's dick is longer and thinner than mine, so at one point the tip came into contact with what I hadn't opened up yet and the boy let out a yelp and tried to jerk up, but remained impaled. "Oh, fuck, I can feel your load dropping from his ass down my cock. Fuck this boy's ass is amazing. Keep riding me, slut." With some prodding, the boy bounced up and down on his dick but kept hitting the spot he couldn't seem to slide past where his ass was still tight and welping. Manuel grabbed his waist, halting the bouncing motion before sliding all the way out beneath him, with out help. "You should see this ass, my friends. It stays open to welcome me back in." With that he positioned his cock and very slowly slid the boy all the way back down his cock again. When he hit the resistance point, he held the boy's waist to keep from jumping off and throbbed his dick several times inside the boy's ass, widening it before the boy slid the remaining length and he was fully impaled. The boy looked resigned, dejected and fucking adorable. Manuel started fucking him with short, deep strokes. At one point he even promised the kid that if he could bring him off within five minutes he wouldn't cum inside the boy. Of course he said this with one of his patented, sardonic "We both know I'm lying" looks, but damned if the boy didn't work for it. Actually, after about four and a half minutes Manuel began tensing up, and in a few more seconds he issued out something that sounded like a prayer in Spanish and slammed in, his balls throbbing as he unloaded his jizz. Then he fell backwards on the bed, contented. After I untied the boy's arms, Manuel told him: "Hey boy, come lick your ass off my dick!" Now the boy was complying without putting up a fuss, and bent over to take the dick in his mouth. This gave James the opportunity to line his absolutely massive dick up with his ass, and slowly pushed in. You could hear him groaning but not really trying to fight it. "This boy is tight as a fucking virgin!" James said, thrusting in inch by inch using small thrusts. We both laughed at the implied insult; we all had impressive cocks; James just had a third leg. "This isn't going to work. Let's change positions." He slid out, which made the boy seem almost to deflate. Then he flipped him over on the edge of the bed in a missionary style position before thrusting back into him. I could see several blots of cum on the carpet and bedsheets from where it had leaked out of the boy's ass (small price to pay). James then wrapped his arms around him and stood up, so that the boy had to put his legs around James while being driven down further on his dick. James began bouncing the boy while kissing his mouth. Actually, more like fucking his mouth with his tongue. In that standing position, while the boy bounced on him over and over, James began taking slow steps out of the bedroom. This was the kind of funny, strange thing James likes to do. Heading back out through the hall and to the living room, he announced to the eight other guys, "Hey boys, I got me a new ornament for my Christmas tree!" There were many cheers, and a few chuckles. James forced the boy's back against a wall and began doing his dammedest to squeeze every last inch of his dick into they boy's insides. A few other guys and I pulled out our cell phones to take videos of the event. "Ready for your third poz load of the night?" James announced, more to the room. Another cheer went up as his eyes rolled back in this head and he let loose what was almost certainly the biggest load of the night. Another of the guys (Hector) managed to get his mouth under the boys ass and began lapping up the stream of cum that managed to drop down. That's when James, who was still nearly balls deep in the boy, got that relaxed look on his face that told me I needed to take immediate action. "James, goddammit, if one drop of the piss your flushing him with ends up on my floor..." James cheerily flipped me the bird and walked the boy to the restroom, never exiting him. A few minutes later, the boy reemerged looking a little more invigorated but also kind of fuzzy; I figured James probably gave him a little 'party favor' to keep him up. That's when the full-on frenzy started. While one guy hauled the boy against the arm of the couch, lifted a leg and started power fucking him, another one sucked the boy's dick while yet another had the boy suck his dick. After the guy behind came, they switched so that the boy was on his back while he ate one guy's ass. My pal Joey saw this as an opportunity to ride the boy's dick, which he guided into himself with practiced ease and began bouncing on him again and again. You could hear the boy moaning in pleasure even while he was eating the ass, and it wasn't long before he was filling Joey's guts with his last neg load. Joey then pushed the other guy off, took his own place at the boy's face and had him felch his own load before telling him "Welcome to the club, kid!" After having cum, the boy seemed even more out of it, the way bottoms sometimes do after they shoot, but that didn't stop anyone. Two more guys took their turns, with one fucking Joey from a seated position on the couch while the other managed to wedge his dick alongside his friends from a kneeling position. The double fucking was entertaining, but neither one was able to cum that way and soon the boy was face-down in the pillows while they took turns fucking him from behind until each one dropped their load. Manuel and I set up the sling in the bedroom, and soon one guy was hard fucking him while another was dropping a load of piss down his throat, with warnings about what would happen if he failed to swallow any of it. Hector took a turn at his ass, using his Prince Albert to stimulate the boy in a way that seemed like it hurt but was turning him back on. A guy named Carl shot his load across Hector's dick before Hector plunged it back in, eventually howling like a crazy man when he came. At one point about five different guys gave the boy a piss bukkake in the shower while Joey fucked him from behind. All in all he probably took about 15-20 loads. Finally the night wound down and people made their exits. After they left, we capped things off by me fucking the boy while Manuel rode his dick. The boy's second orgasm of the night drenched Manuel's insides, and I let loose my own second load. Exhausted, the boy fell asleep sandwiched between us, and that's how we ended up spending the night and early morning. In the morning, we revealed another special surprise: a leather choker (the kind that locks). Initially he didn't want to put it on, but it didn't take much convincing (or threatening) after the previous night. After we fitted him with it, we informed him that until we chose to unlock it, he was our slave. He weakly protested that he wanted to go home. But of course, he was home. His new home. And we had other plans for him that day.

(Interlude: Frederico) I got called up by my fuckbuddy David to entertain some snobby top guy at his house tonight. I met David, John and Jorge a couple of years ago when I was on vacation down in a nude resort. I was only 23 at the time, incredibly shy, safe-sex only. At first we only chatted it up, went out to dinner a few times, just kind of got to know and like the guys personality-wise. Then I remember walking out of my room one day to see this young guy about my age bouncing on David's cock in the patio area. Turned on I walked around and was shocked to notice that there was no condom between them. While I stared wide-eyed, John came up from behind and started to message my shoulders and before I knew it I was bent over a patio chair taking loads from a string of guys whose faces I couldn't see. It was the hottest afternoon of my life. In particular I remember David walking up to me as I was bent over and kissing me, soothing me, making it feel like it was all going to be okay. I wouldn't say either of us fell in love or any of that other cliche crap, but we did form a bit of a bond that day that has persisted. We still call each other up from time to time, and I like topping him as much as taking his dick, which he doesn't get as much of as he needs. And while I'm probably way too young to be counted as one of their "daddy club" members, I consider myself an honorary accessory to many of their conquests. You see, each of the men is actually quite different once you get to know them. For John, it's all about straight-up domination. Twink is coming down off drugs and isn't in the mood to get fucked? Fill him up with more drugs and fuck him. Problem, solution. For Jorge it's all some sort of elaborate seduction. He likes his conquests to fall in love with him, then make them realize that what they loved was the freedom and the sexual liberty he gave them. But David is different. For David, he views it as kind of a transformation of a boy into what he truly is. He particularly loves taking stuck up, deeply repressed boys and turning them into the cock- and ass- craving men they were meant to be. I guess that's why I like him. His agenda is about making people into who they truly are. As for me? I'm not all that deep, I suppose. I like sex, and I like drugs, I don't feel much need to apologize for either. Unlike a lot of boys my age, I know how to handle my drugs, too. No more than once a week, never get so high I lose control, etc. I guess that's a gift of sorts. I actually hadn't had any real fun for a couple of weeks (or maybe over a month? God, was I getting boring?) Anyways, David texted me to come over and show this top guy the full treatment. That wasn't all that usual, actually. "The light treatment" meant standard seduction and mild depravity. That meant David was saving the best for himself, which was fine. "The usual treatment" meant bareback top and bottoming, some drugs, basically opening a boy up. "The full treatment" was code red. It meant ruin the bitch. It meant tonight I was the Picasso of fucking this kid up. Like any good artist, I gathered my tools and went to work. When I arrived at his place, I locked the door behind me and headed down to his playroom. The guy handcuffed to his bench was fucking ripped, with a dick that looked like it was probably formidable when stiff. He was also completely passed out. I opened up the bag I had brought with me and pulled out a needle and tourniquette. Sometimes David called me "the alchemist" because I had some really niche party drugs at my disposal, based partly on the connections I had made since my own conversion and partly on my own chemistry background. This one I called "Spin the Top," because it was a homebrew that typically had the effect of keeping someone hard while also making them desperately horny and usually piggish. This one had a little extra added to it: my own poz blood. Top boy was getting knocked up tonight, in more than one way. I did the work of injecting him while he slept, clearing out the tourniquette and putting the bag in a corner before unhandcuffing him and moving him towards the corner that was the open shower. After a quick douche and rinse of him, I dropped him on the wrestling matt, stripped off my own clothes and proceeded to fuck his ass with abandon. While I was doing this, I filmed most of it. At a few points he roused almost to consciousness in spite of the drugs. I would ask him if he liked it, how good it felt, etc. He would usually say, "Yeah," or something equally nondescript. Just enough to make anyone watching think he was a willing participant. It didn't take me long to drop my load in his ass, zooming in on the cum dripping out of him while he unconsciously squirmed about, which made it that much hotter. Then I carried him back over to the bench and bent him over on top of it. Still hard because of the drugs I had taken, I pushed inside him again, this time eliciting a moan of pain from him as he seemed to become more conscious. Holding myself there, I let out a wicked stream of piss inside his colon, flooding his insides to the point I thought he would be coughing some of it out. While I was doing this, David poked his head in the door and gave me a big, shit-eating grin before heading back upstairs to entertain his twink. When I finished, I rinsed David off before bending him over the bench again and adding a second load to his ass. This time it only took a minute or two; I was super worked up at what I was doing to this "top" and eager to get things moving. Using one of David's butt plugs to stop up Rick's ass and make sure my second load got planted, I then handcuffed him to the bench, arms and legs. I included some rope around his waise and thighs so he couldn't really move at all. By now he was starting to drift slowly towards consciousness. That was good, because the next part was going to hurt. I pulled out a portable tattoo needle from my bag, plugged into a power outlet at one end of the wall and went to work on a big, bold biohazard tat below his navel. Bitch would never have sex again without him and his partner thinking about it. Halfway through it he woke up fully and started trying to struggle. Fortunately my previous drugs had paid off and he was stiff as a plank, dick sticking straight up in the air, so I lubed him up and sat on it for him. Initially he was trying to shout and protest, so I pulled out a gag from my bag and shut him up before riding his dick again. Pretty soon you could see the fight leave his body as his testosterone overcame his outrage, and he starting trying to thrust against me. Of course he couldn't because of how secure I had tied him down, but it was nice to know I had won him over to my team in more way than one. Pretty soon I felt him tense, and I could feel his cum shooting into my ass before seeping down and running over his dick below me. Too fucking bad I couldn't have a camera from that angle. That's when I heard the door behind me open again, and I turned my head to see David in sweats and the twink in a jock staring in to us. I made sure to give them a good view of Rick's cum as it seeped out of me and down onto him. David remarked that it looked like he (I didn't know which one of us) was having fun, and the kid said, "hot." Then they left us alone again. Rick seemed pretty awake by now, so I gave him a different shot this time, one to calm him down and maybe make him go to sleep. He drifted in and out of bliss while I finished the tattoo on his stomach and, admiring my handiwork, was just about to leave when I heard a phone vibrate. It wasn't mine, so I checked the jeans crumpled up against one wall only to find that Rick had just been sent a video of someone, I'm guessing his boyfriend, getting gangfucked and begging for strangers' cum at the resort. This was a pretty damn hot video, I have to say. So instead of leaving straight away, I used my knowhow of David's equipment to set up a feed of the video on the big screen in the dungeon. The video had two parts: one of Rick getting fucked and filled by me, and the other of his boyfriend getting gangbanged in the resort. I figured that would be a nice sort of thing to wake up to. I texted David that he had one fucked up boy to return home to, and to call me if he needed me. Then I put on my clothes, packed my bag up and left him to his fate, tied up and asleep.

God, this party was bad. I mean, really, just the worst. I had only been here ten minutes and between the crappy house music and the wasted, barely-drinking age kids who thought they were being subtle about giving each other handjobs and doing lines of coke in the corners, I was ready to be gone. The only reason I was here was because my mate John had asked me to watch out for these two twinks, Sam and Rick, while he and Jorge got to fuck the shit out of Rick's "monogamous" boyfriend at the resort. What I wouldn't give to be there ruining his hole rather than here. Fortunately I had a couple of pics to go by and this club wasn't all that big. A word about me: I'm a lean, 42 yo African American man with an 8.5" dick, and probably the horniest guy that I know. I don't usually have too much problem seducing guys of all types into my bed. In fact, probably the biggest issue I have is that most guys who see my dick only want me to top them, and I love every position of sex with just about every flavor of guy. There are worse problems to have. I lived close by but had met the other guys in our little club cruising the resorts a few summers ago, and whenever they were in town we got together for the hunt. I had also notified one of my regular fuckbuddies to be on standby, since this seemed like a mission for two. After 45 tedious minutes of cruising the party I finally spotted Sam, the shy one, nursing a drink in one corner and looking crazy out of place. Damn, this kid was cute in that boyish, naive-looking sort of way. A kid like that should have been already taking his second or third load of the night bent over in one of the club bathrom stalls rather than standing around being awkard. That's okay: daddy's here to help. I made my way over to him with my biggest, "you're the only guy in the room for me" smile and introduced myself. The kid looked surprised at first, then his face probably turned about as red as his vodka-cranberry. My dick was already twitching at the thought of what I'd be doing to him later. After about ten minutes of me carrying a conversation, his friend showed back up. Where Sam was cute, Rick was hot but in that arrogant, way-too-aware of it sort of way. I immediately hated him. That only got worse when he basically ignored me even after his friend introduced us, and then five minutes later asked me to get him a drink like I was his damned waiter. Good, so the racist little fuck had this coming to him. I came back with new cocktail for Sam and a roofie-collada for Rick. Rick swallowed the whole thing back in nearly one gulp and started eyeing up the local meat, while I went back to sweet-talking Sam, feeling up his chest under his shirt, casually rubbing brushing my jeans up against him. His eyes went wide at that, and he felt down towards the bulge I was carrying with obvious surprise and desire. Between the attention, the lust and the alcohol, I had this one hooked, and he quickly accepted my invitation back to my place. Meanwhile, Rick was starting to act woozy, and I suggested to Sam that his friend was really drunk and he might need a safe place to crash for the night. I told him I had a spare bedroom and we could check in on him to make sure he was okay. Sam was obviously a little torn about hooking up while his friend was trashed, but my confidence and his own horniness won him over and soon I had them both packed in my car on the way to my place. I led Sam to my bedroom and told him to wait right there while I took care of his friend. I picked up Rick from the car and carried him down into my special basement while he slept, snoring lightly. The secret that a lot of these racist little fucks don't know is that I'm a chief legal officer for a corporation that you've heard of during the day, so I make more than my fair share of money. I could practically swim in the sallary they pay me there, so when it comes to indulging my fetishes I spare no expense. The play dungeon set up in my basement had tools for every possible fetish: a rimming seat, a bench with handcuffs, a wrestling mat, a corner shower with a drain and different hose attachments, a whipping post, a giant flat screen TV for porn and more toys than your average porn shop. I strapped Rick down to the bench and turned his head to the side, just to be safe. Then I called my fuckbuddy over, telling him the door would be unlocked and his "totaly top" prey was passed out and ready for him. With that, I went upstairs. Sam was sitting on the edge of the bed nervously. He had taken off his shoes and was pretty obviously uncertain if he should take the rest of his clothes off either. I sat down next to him and put my arms around him, kissing his ear at first, then his neck, and then bending him so that fell back on the bed I kissed all the way down over his shirt to where his pants buckle was. I kissed the bulge in his pants, and was pleasantly surprised. This kid was really packing some meat in those pants. Smiling, I started to undo his belt buckle, but he stopped me with a frown. "Is Rick okay?" "Yes," I smiled at him confidently. "I made sure he was in the right position and left some water for him if he needs any. He'll be fine." I went back to kissing his bulge while I unzipped his fly. "I just don't know how comfortable I am hooking up when he might be...oh..." he trailed off right at the point I put his newly liberated dick in my mouth, encircling the head with my tongue. It was at least 7.5 inches, and rock hard. Then I pulled it out and trailed my tongue up the base of his shaft all the way to the tip before teasing the underside and then giving it a kiss. "Tell you what, sexy. We can hang out for just a little bit and then go check on him to be sure. Does that sound okay?" "Yeah, that sounds okay." Now I took his balls in my mouth while I stroked his shaft, and he arched his back and let out a little moan. I lifted his legs up and smelled his ass, which was ripe from sweat. "Are you clean back here? Because I want to explore every inch of you with my tongue." He looked a little guilty at that. "Maybe I should take a shower, just to be sure." He tried to roll over and stand up, but he did so awkwardly and almost fell off the bed, which made me laugh. I went over to stand behind him and started kissing his neck again. "You need to relax, baby. Can I help you relax?" "What do you have in mind?" "Do you ever smoke? I have some really nice weed that will help you relax." "Uh, not usually. I guess I wouldn't mind." Perfect. I pulled out a joint from my drawer. This one was specially laced with Tina for a little extra kick. I always kept one on standby just in case. I also pulled out a couple of pills and a water bottle from the drawer and handed those to him too. "What are these?" He asked suspiciously. "Just vitamins. You'll feel better in the morning if you take them now after you've been drinking." He eyed them suspiciously at first, but when I popped back an identical set decided to go for it. Funny thing is that one of them was just a vitamin, and the other one was a boner pill, so there wasn't anything to suspicious about either one. The water had a little G in it, but so little you couldn't really taste it. Then I lit up the joint, taking a tiny puff myself and passing it to him. He took a long drag, coughing and then gulping down more of the water. I encouraged him to take a few more hits, and then steered him into the bathroom. At first he wanted to be alone to clean out, which is normally a good thing, but tonight I wasn't taking any chances. I took off his clothes, kissing him all the while as the drugs took effect. Then he started to strip off mine, which I let him. By the time we were both naked he was pushing himself up against me and moaning like a bitch in heat, obviously ready for anything. I turned on the shower, which was easily big enough for three, and steered him into it before stepping in myself. It had a built in-douche attachment, of course, and as I started to prep him he stopped me apologetically. "I, um...think I have to pee." "Do you baby?" I knelt down eye level with his now flaccid dick, sticking my tongue out til it just touched the underside of his head, and told him, "good. I'm ready for you." His eyes went wide, but then his head rolled back and soon he was bathing me in a stream of his piss. I swallowed a few gulps before guiding his dick so that his stream hit my face, my body and my dick. Then I pulled his dick back up to me mouth and completely enclosed it, taking the last of it down my throat and then resting his dick there. "How did that feel, sexy?" "Amazing." I moved directly under the water to rinse off, then pushed him down and asked him if he thought he could return the favor. He didn't seem to love the idea, but he knelt down anyway with his mouth closed. I have excellent prostate control, so I let a tiny stream hit his chest, and then a slightly bigger one over his shoulders and down to his dick before holding back again. "Open up your mouth, okay?" He shook his head. "Just open your mouth a little. You don't have to swallow, I just want to see you take it in a little, okay?" Feeling guilty that I had just done this for him, he opened up his mouth a tiny ways, and I aimed my stream for him. He spit it out almost immediately, but I pulled him back to dick and told him to keep trying. I finished off my piss in his mouth, and whie he didn't swallow any of it, he showed definite progress being able to take it. I stood him up and pushed him against the wall, kissing him and telling him how hot he was. By now he was putty, willing to do anything I wanted. After making sure we were both clean inside and out, we dried off and headed back into the bedroom. He asked for another hit of the joint, but right now I knew what his body chemistry was really craving. I asked him if he ever partied, to which he said he had heard of it but never tried. I pulled out a bowl and told him to open his mouth before lighting it, then told him to inhale gently. He did this a couple of times, sucking in sweet lungfulls and blowing them out in beautiful clouds of smoke. I took a single hit, wanting to make sure I staid stiff, and then bent him over the bed and ate him out like I was mining for buried treasure. His tight, beautiful ass surrounded a tight rosebud that puckered just slightly under my attention. Standing back up, I asked him if he wanted to play a game. "Yes, anything," he said, glassy-eyed and adoring. I pulled out a box from under the bed and pulled a soft rope from it. Guiding his hands and feet, I proceeded to tie him face-up and spread-eagled to the bed. I paused to admire my handiwork, then I put on some porn for him to watch and walked out of the room to go check downstairs. This was partially just to see what was going on, but also partly to freak Sam out a little. What I saw going on downstairs with Rick and my fuckbuddy almost made me shoot a load right there, but I mustered my discipline and headed back to the bedroom. He was lying there mesmerized at the bareback porn I had put on, one of those gangbang bottom ones where they zoom up on the loads leaking out of the bottom's ass before the next guy eats it out of him and fucks him some more. He turned to me and asked distractedly where I had gone. "Just checking on your friend. He's doing just fine." I sucked him back to full hardness and without further ado, squatted over his dick and slowly guided it into me, with just my spit as lube. "Oh, God!" he moaned loudly. "Um, are you... are you letting me fuck you raw?" he squawked in disbelief. "Yes, sexy. Isn't that how you want it? I want to feel your raw cock inside me. Just don't cum inside me, okay?" Ha, no better way to get someone to assume your status than telling them "not to cum inside you." It's like the magic words that gets about every single top to go bare. Of course, this kid was way more of a bottom than a top, but there was no denying he was enjoying himself. It was also clear there was no way he was lasting very long at all. I slid back up and then all the way back down on his dick, loving the friction it was creating inside me. Now, instead of the porn Sam was staring transfixed at the sight of his dick disappearing in and out of my ass, and I loved that too. I bent over enough so that I could stare into his eyes. "Tell me how much you love that ass sucking your dick down." "Oh fuck yes, I love how that ass eats up my cock. Your bare hole feels so good." I smiled at that, and pulled all the way off him, using his hands to poise his cock right at my entrance. "Maybe I should go get a condom, just to be safe." I could feel him straining, trying to thrust upwards, desperately horny to be back inside me. "Yeah, we should use a condom, only, just...let me be inside you a little bit longer first, okay?" I welcomed his head in just past my sphincter. "Are you sure, babe?" His moan was the only answer I needed. I slid all the way back down and then started riding him like a pony. "Just remember don't cum inside me, okay? You just feel so good this way. While I'm riding you I can fantasize about how deep you are inside me, and how hot it would be to feel your jizz spurting out inside me, covering my ass walls, then trickling out of me all day tomorrow. It's hot enough just to imagine it. Just let me know when you're close so I can pull out." By now Sam was incoherent and wild, making gutteral back of the throat sounds. As my pace increased so did his moaning, and I knew he was seconds away. The entire time I was egging him on about how hot the idea of him cumming in me was, and how I just wanted to picture it with him, and how good it would feel leaking out of me. His moans got sharp and I heard him start to mutter something that might have been, "I'm...I'm..." before he was lost to a scream and I could feel the jets of his jizz shoot deep inside my bowels. I didn't slow down my pace at all, but only rode him harder. He was coming so hard with the constant stimulation he looked in definite pain, until more than a minutes later the final spasms subsided and I could feel him going soft inside me. Trying hard to keep the wolfish leer off my face, I asked him, "What's the matter? I'm loving you fucking me so much. Just tell me when you're close so I can pull out, okay?" Now a guilty look washed over him, and he looked down and to the side as he whispered that he had already cum. "You WHAT?!" I asked, feigning outrage. Then I gave him a good, hard slap across the cheeks, enough to leave a sting without really hurting him. "I told you to let me know!" "I tried! I thought you realized it. I just couldn't...it was so..." As he talked I pulled all the way off of him, and immediately a giant glob of his jizz dripped down onto his softening dick. His eyes bulged watching it, and you can tell he was massively turned on by it, even if he was temporarily out of gas. "Does that turn you on? Good, because you're going to clean out the rest of my ass with that tongue of yours. This is what I get for trusting some little twink from the clubs like that!" I squatted over his face and began to push out, while he dutifully lapped up his spunk out of my ass like a pro. Then I pulled off his face and lay down next to him and gave him a hard kiss, each of us playing with the cum in his mouth until he finally swallowed it. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Really, you're sorry? Prove it." He looked confused. "For the next few days, you're my slave. You only call me sir. I say bark, you bark. I say jump, you jump. You owe me for lying to me you little bitch, and if you really want to make it up to me you'll pay me back in kind." The thought of being my sex slave for a couple of days caused his dick to twitch in a feeble attempt at coming back to life, and he gladly accepted, not having any idea what all I had in for him. I went back into my toy box and pulled out a special jockstrap. It's the kind that has a hard front and straps to fit it tightly at the waste but still leaving the ass exposed. Almost like a cross between a cup and a chastity belt, it's basically designed to keep a bottom from touching himself while leaving his ass exposed. I untied Sam from the bed and fitted it onto him, telling him that he would be wearing this for most of the rest of our time together as punishment for what he did. If he had to piss he would tell me and I would decide if he was allowed to take it off for that purpose (It had holes in it, so I didn't necessarily have to let him take it off if I didn't want to). Then I pulled on some sweats and a shirt and packed a bag with a couple of supplies. It was getting late by now, probably around 2am, but it was a nice warm night. "What are you doing?" I arched my eyebrow at him. "What are you doing, sir," he corrected. "We're taking a little field trip." As he started to reach for his clothers I told him, "no, you're going dressed exactly as you are." He looked nervous, so I handed him the pipe and told him to take another couple of hits to relax. He did gratefully, and the resistance left his body as his hormones reasserted themselves. "Where are we going?" "You'll see. Why don't we go down and check on your friend?" He nodded, and we both headed down. As Sam's eyes took in the dim light of the dungeon and saw what exactly was happening to his friend, his eyes went wide with shock. "Looks like he's enjoying himself," I remarked lightly. A little of Sam's remaining resistance rose up, like maybe he ought to be doing something about this, but finally he just said, "hot" and followed me down to my car. I was about to enjoy the fuck out of this.

I spent the better part of a week's vacation at one of those clothing optional resorts with a few of my buddies. We all have three things in common: one, we fall into the "daddy" type; I'm a fifty-something white guy with big arms and shoulders and a thick eight inch dick that has gotten me a lot of ass over the years. Two: we're all ardent barebackers, and most of us (including me) are poz. Three: we're all pretty evil bastards who get off on corrupting young adult gay men so. I don't know why that's our fetish, but there's something about breaking down a guy into accepting an identity as a whore and a cumslut that makes our dicks drool. So from the moment we got there, we were basically looking for marks. That's why we hit paydirt when I discovered Ethan, Rick and Sam. All three were gorgeous in that young twinky way. Ethan and Rick were 22 y.o. monogamous boyfriends who, as I learned over drinks at the lounge, only ever used condoms even with each other. Sam was their friend, who had his own adjoining room. Why would "monogamous" boyfriends spend their vacation at a clothing optional sex-friendly resort? "For the adventure," they said. Immediately I started thinking someone in this relationship wasn't as innocent as they claimed. Sam seemed like a bit of a third wheel; I got the sense that they brought him along out of pity. The kid definitely didn't seem to have much self-esteem, which worked just fine for what I had planned for him. The other two were more of a challenge in terms of what it would take to break them down into becoming. The first clue was Ethan, the bottom in the relationship, who couldn't keep his eyes off my friend Jorge in the pool. Jorge is 48 and poz, with a small 5'9 frame but a fucking enormous 9" dick which was on full display as he lounged in and around the pool. He noticed Ethan's staring and winked at him once or twice. The second clue was that Rick and Sam were going out to a party that night, while Ethan was staying in and relaxing by the pool. It was all the opportunity I needed. I called one of my friends and explained the situation to him. He agreed to make arrangements to be at the party Rick and Sam were going to. Then I pulled Jorge aside and explained our plans. Jorge has a particular finesse for bringing out the slut in young gay men, so I knew he'd be perfect for the job. That night Jorge and I found Ethan by the pool in a t-shirt and underwear, looking sexy as hell. Jorge did most of the talking, using his thousand-watt smile to win the kid over as a "friend." It didn't hurt that for most of the conversation he was idly fondling his own dick under the table, but hey, chalk that up to cultural difference. After an hour or so Jorge bought him a drink, which he spiked with a very modest amount of Ecstasy. The goal as he explained it to me was to loosen the kid's inhibitions just enough that he thought he was doing it all on his own, at least at first. After about half an hour or so, the kid's eyes got just the slightest bit glassy and his friendliness took a decided flirtatious turn. That's when I suggested that maybe we should go back to the kid's room where we could talk a little more privately. Ethan protested, saying that he was committed to his boyfriend and didn't want to give the wrong impression. "No wrong impression at all," I replied. "We respect the boundaries you have with your boyfriend. We are just enjoying the conversation." That made sense to him in his altered state, and we went back to his room. Immediately Jorge threw himself on the bed, his half-erection lolling to one side while I got busy mixing a new round of drinks with a special "booster" shot of ecstasy for Ethan. At first he sat on the edge of the bed while he drank it, clearly very turned on but also uncomfortable. Jorge flirted the hell out of him, complimenting him on his body and his hair and anything else he could think of. Finally Ethan's inhibitions broke down almost completely and he asked Jorge if they could cuddle together. Non-sexually, of course. "Of course we can!" Jorge responded while pulling the boy into a spooning position with his dick pressed against the kid's backside. "You don't think this is going too far, do you?" Ethan asked, still concerned about the boyfriend. "Not at all. Isn't it nice that we can do things like cuddle with each other without it having to mean anything?" Ethan smiled at that answer and pushed his ass out so that it rested even more firmly against Jorge's erection. Jorge began running his hands all over Ethan's body, stroking his face, messaging his nipples. Ethan moaned slightly under the attention. Finally, Jorge's hands wandered down to the tent being pitched in Ethan's boxers. Ethan's eyes flew wide, but Jorge told him to relax, they were just cuddling. Slowly, his hands reached underneath the material of the boxers, stroking Ethan's cock in extreme slow motion while Ethan made incomprehensible moans of pleasure. Jorge began to nibble at Ethan's ear, followed by telling him how sexy and special he was. The boy turned his head and his lips met Jorge's for a long and tender kiss. Jorge moved on top of him and started to pull off his underwear before Ethan protested again. Jorge told him that it was okay, we wouldn't go any farther with him than he was comfortable with. This is why Jorge is the master of this game. I don't have the patience for this kind of back and forth, and the kid's whining was starting to put a damper on an otherwise throbbing erection I was getting horny as hell watching Jorge do his thing, but for the moment I was just enjoying the show. I knew that if I got involved directly this soon it would just throw off Jorge's game. Jorge took Ethan's dick in his mouth and brought the kid right to the edge, tweaking his nipple, deep throating him, playing with his balls; basically pulling out all the stops. When Ethan was right at the edge he reached for his dick, but Jorge held his hands down and moved up so that his knees were pinning down Ethan's arms and his cock was dangling over Ethan's mouth. When he hesitated, Jorge said, "Come on, baby. I just want to make you feel good. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? You're just so damn sexy. Let me make you feel good." After about five seconds of further resistance, Ethan starting slurping on Jorge's cock with abandon. It was kind of cute to see how obviously bad he felt about doing it, even whie he was enjoying the hell out of it. Jorge continued to whisper sweet nothings of encouragement. Finally, Jorge pulled Ethan up and bent him over on the bed, eating him out while Ethan just about lost his mind from how good it felt. Jorge gave me a quick "thumbs up;" this ass was clean. Straightening up, Jorge slapped his dick against Ethan's ass and brushed it against his hole. Ethan stiffened up. "We should definitely not be doing this, man." Jorge held the tip of his cock against Ethan's hole and asked him, "have you ever had a dick like mine, baby? Don't you want to try it, just once?" "I do, but I promised my boyfriend I would only do that with him." "It's great how much you love him, baby, but that shouldn't stop you from being happy and having fun. I promise you won't regret it." Sighing in lust and defeat, Ethan pointed to the nightstand and said, "just use condoms, okay?" Jorge dutifully grabbed one of the damn things and rolled it over his dick, somewhat to my surprise. He then slowly pushed into Ethan doggy-style, making sure that it was gentle enough for the kid to enjoy it without being in too much pain. By now the effect of the second dose of estasy had taken effect and the kid was on cloud nine. Jorge shot me a dirty look and made a gesture with his hands, as if to say "Why aren't you already taking pictures?" Fuck me! I grabbed Ethan's phone and began quietly capturing the whole scene in as much graphic detail as I could. But this is where things started to turn. After he had opened Ethan up a ways, Jorge started to get rough with Ethan. And when I say rough, I mean that man can fuck like the devil when he has a mind to. Even in his blissed out state Ethan frowned and begged for Jorge to be gentler. Jorge responded my pulling his entire dick out of Ethan's hole and then ramming it back in to the hilt. After four or five times doing that, Ethan was nearly in tears. Jorge pulled into him all the way and started kissing his face, telling him that he just wanted him to feel good. Ethan was babbling and begging Jorge to stop. Jorge pulled all the way out of him, and Ethan moaned in relief and disappointment. "I just want you to feel good, baby," Jorge said, ripping the condom and rolling it to the base of his dick. "Do you feel good?" Ethan moaned like a bitch in heat, which is rapidly what he was becoming. "What did you just do? Is the condom still on?" "Yes, it's still on. Here, feel." He guided Ethan's hand down to the base, and feeling the ring, was satisfied. Now if there's one thing that gets Jorge off it's successfully pulling off this kind of deception, and after only a few more minutes he told Ethan he was about to come. "Pull out when you do, please?" Ethan whined. "Of course, baby. Daddy has you. There's nothing to worry about." Jorge sped up his thrusting into the boy, and I could see his body tense and his eyes roll up in the back of his head for a good 5 seconds before he groaned and pulled out, coating Ethan's backside with the last few shots of cum. That meant he had gotten what...seven, eight shots internally? I zoomed the camera in on Ethan's recently vacated ass, which was puckered and had a thick stream of white oozing out of it. Unfortunately, Ethan seemed to notice something was up and looked back to see the broken condom before Jorge got rid of it. "Fuck, wait, did the condom break?" Reaching back to his ass he gathered some of the cum with his fingers and smelled it before wailing, "DId you cum inside me?" "Shhh, daddy said he is taking care of you. He's going to help you clean it all up." Ethan moved as if to get up, probably to run to the bathroom and douche, but Jorge grabbed him from behind and forcefully pressed his face into the pillow before sucking and lapping at the cum oozing from Ethan's ass. Ethan groaned into the pillow, but Jorge continued to eat him out while consoling him with the kind of crap only a high 22 y.o. would fall for. "It's okay, we still used a condom, remember? You felt it. We'll take care of whatever it missed and make sure our boy has nothing to worry about. Daddy promised you it would feel good, didn't he? How did it feel, baby?" Ethan muttered something that might have been "good." Jorge smacked him hard on the ass and then placed his cockhead at the entrance of Ethans widened hole. "I said, how did it make you feel?" Ethan loudly admitted that it had been amazing. Jorge grabbed Ethan's hips in a vice-grip and slid his entire raw cock back into Ethan's hole. Before Ethan could panic, Jorge put his full weight down on top of him and said, "this is what I promised you, baby. This is how it is supposed to feel. Does your boyfriend ever make you feel like this?" The answer was a meek, "no." Sliding in and out a few more times, Jorge told Ethan, "Never forget this feeling. Today you just went from being a boy to being an adult, having sex like a real man is supposed to." Sliding out with a pop, Jorge stood up off the bed and polished off his drink before taking the camera from me and taking a few extra shots of the conquered kid on the bed, his ass still sticking out in the air. I was officially done waiting in the wings on this one. With no fanfare I crawled onto the bed behind him, spat on his hole and began positioning my raw cock for entry. "No, wait, I think I shouldn't do anymore, I mean, we should, uh, call it a night." "Hell no, bitch. You just let my friend have your sweet young ass in front of me and didn't even have the courtesy to offer. That's just rude." I was already sliding my head in when he said, "but, condoms, please!" "Oh, so you invite both of us here and let my friend cum inside you but I'm just expected to watch quietly? You have a lot to learn about manners, young man." With that I managed to maneuver about 3/4th of my cock into him. I'm not quite as long as Jorge but way more thick, and the boy was struggling to accomodate my girth. "Just...just don't cum inside me, please, okay? I want to protect my boyfriend as well as me." "You feel that warm stickiness inside you? The one that's lubing up my cock and making it feel better? That's my friend's load doing that. Sluts like you feed off of the cum from real men like him. The condoms are just you lying to yourself about who you really are. Repeat after me: I am a cum dump for men. Condoms are be pretending to be better than what I am. I will never ask a real man to wear one ever again." See what I mean about lack of finesse? While his body was warming up the feeling of my thrusting dick, his mind was rebelling against accepting himself for the slut he was. He refused to say it, and even scrunched up his face and bit his lower lip in determination. It was adorable, and worthless. I pulled out of him and pulled him on top of me in a reverse cowgirl. I wanted his head pointed away from me so the whining wouldn't be as loud. With the kid not being cooperative, Jorge helped line up my cock with his ass and I pulled him down until I was buried to the hilt with him on top of me. "Now you're going to do the work, boy. Bounce on my dick." Ethan tried in vain to pull off, but with gravity doing most of the work for me he didn't really have a chance. Still, he wasn't making it very fun and my attempts to coerce him weren't overtaking his resistances just yet. That's when Jorge stepped in. He got up on the bed until he was eye level with Ethan and kissed him tenderly. "It's okay, this is good. You're doing so well. All we want us for you to feel good and be happy, but you aren't letting us. So now what you are going to do is make my friend really happy. You're going to show him the best sex of your life, and you're going to beg him for his cum. And you better make him believe it, because if you aren't convincing enough and my friend feels disappointed, then I'm sorry baby, but I'll have no choice but to send the pictures of us barebacking you to your boyfriend. Now are you going to behave and have fun with us?" Stunned, Ethan acquiesced. It was getting pretty hard for him to ignore how good he was feeling anyways, but he still wasn't delivering all that much enthusiasm. I growled at him, "disobedient boys get punished." And with that, I pushed him off of me and repositioned us in the missionary position before ramming my cock into him with all the force I could muster. Inches from his face, I yelled, "What are you?" "I'm...a slut." "Not good enough, boy." I picked him up with my cock still inside of him and pushed him against a wall before delivering several more painful thrusts. "Tell me how much of a cum dump you are." Jorge was hard as rock again watching this, filming with one hand and jacking himself with the other. This kid definitely had a long night and a sore ass ahead of him. "I like taking cum from men! Sluts like me should never ask for a condom!" Better, but there was room for improvement. I told Jorge to open the door, and with the boy in my arms I walked out to the patio where there were about 20 or so onlookers, all of whom immediately turned to pay attention to the spectacle. I laid the boy down on an open patio chair and continues my assault on his ass. This time I leaned in to whisper: "tell these men you're a cumdump. Let everyone here know how proud you are to be a sperm rag." "I'm a cum dump, sir! I only exist to take the loads of other men! I am proud to take your seed, sir!" Good boy. Then I ordered him to tell them how happy being a cum dump makes him. This, I think, is about when he broke. Suddenly the drugs and his own inner nature broke through his resistance and he wasn't performing for me anymore: he was instead speaking from who he was. "Oh, fuck, sir! Feeling myself being fucked raw is the best experience of my life! Please don't pull out of me. Please feed my ass with your jizz. I want to feel your sperm inside me!" "If a man wants to put his cum inside you, do you ever turn that down, boy?" "No, sir!" "And if any of these men decide they want to fuck you, to use you for their pleasure and honor you with their sperm, what's the one rule, cumhole?" "They...have to fuck me bareback. Cumholes like me don't deserve condoms. I will never disrespect a man again by asking him to wear one. I am proud to take his sperm inside me." That tipped me over the edge, and with a bellow I let out one of the biggest loads I've ever shot straight into his newly willing ass. By the time I can down from the orgasm, I turned to see 20 mesmerized men, and I swear not one of them that I could see didn't have a wickedly stiff dick, even the ones whose faces showed disapproval as well. I pulled Ethan's face down to my cock and told him to get to work cleaning me up. While he did, I announced to the crowd that we were celebrating Ethan's birthday as a cumslut today, and that everyone who wanted to help us celebrate by contributing their load to his tender young ass was welcome. No loads refused for any reason. Jorge continued to film as first one, then four, then ultimately ten of the men joined us back in Ethan's room for a celebratory gang bang. Fortunately for him most were decently hot, but there were a few trolls in the lot, including two that looked like they had visible wasting going on. Ethan nearly balked at that, but his craving for dick was nearly insatiable and I think the gratitude of the trolls for a shot at this fine young ass kind of endeared them to him a little. The night ended with Ethan curled up in Jorge's arms, with Jorge's dick still inside him while they both drifted off to sleep. The room was a wreck and stank like hell, but fortunately I had made sure that neither of the other two boys would be returning that night or even necessarily the next day. Before I left, I heard a groggy Ethan ask Jorge if he had sent the pictures of him being barebacked to Rick. Jorge told him, "No, baby. But I did send the video of you being barebacked while telling everyone that you were now a cumdump and wouldn't be refusing their loads. He's your boyfriend. He deserves to know the real you." Ethan turned his head towards Jorge and asked, "I'm going to regret this tomorrow, aren't I?" Jorge only held him closer and said, "You'll feel bad for a little while. Then you'll feel free." They both fell asleep with smiles on their faces. To be continued?

The first time that I say him I knew I had to have him, body and soul. He smiled shyly to me from across a bar, nothing more than just friendly, really, and yet from that moment on I claimed him as mine. Slight, pale brown skin, couldn't have been more than a day over 22, and with enough self-conscious charm that my dick strained against my jeans thinking about wanting to possess him. A word about me: I'm a cold-hearted greedy bastard. At 47 I have two homes and what amounts to a moderate fortune made as a businessman and investor because when I see something that I want, my entire fucking world turns dark until I get it. I don't care what I have to destroy in the process, I'm a man who wins at all costs. This boy had no clue what just walked into his world. I introduced myself that night, found out his name was Anthony, or Tony. Found out he had a boyfriend and was studying Anthropology or some crap like that at NYU. Learned that he had a strained relationship with his family since coming out and his boyfriend Kevin was the first serious relationship he had even been in, and he was convinced it was true love. I made a point of talking more to Kevin than to Anthony, offered to introduce them to my friends and invite them out to local parties and events, hinted at being in my own serious relationship without directly saying it. I didn't want to raise any red flags before it was necessary. Kevin was one of those boring hyper-repressed dime-a-dozen twinks who thinks their looks will buy them the world, and clearly the jealous type. Getting rid of Kevin was step one, although this would take a little planning. I saw my chance two weeks later when a distant friend was throwing a house party. He was similarly successful, had a massive house in Long Island, and liked to throw parties where everyone in attendance was expected to be completely naked. Now these parties were usually pretty tame: there was a play area, of course, but mostly guys came there to dance and to talk. Of course, with the help of a few of my friends, we were going to make this party one for the history books. I called Tony to invite him and his boyfriend. You could tell he was excited by the idea by reluctant at the same time, since Kevin wouldn't approve. I told him it was a great networking opportunity and a chance to learn to get more comfortable in his own skin, something all gay men need to learn to do. Sure enough, two weeks later a very excited-looking Tony and a very pissed looking Kevin showed up at the party. I made sure to be one of the first people there to see them in, and couldn't help but smirk when Tony's eyes bulged as he traced a line down from my chest (I'm in great shape for my age) to my dick, which is 5 inches soft and a full 9.5 hard. Kevin clearly noticed his boyfriend's interest and gave a small sigh of disgust. Just wait, you little faggot. I have plans for you. I led them both to the bar to get them a drink. I had prearranged things with a friend of mine earlier who agreed to be on hand to make a very special set of cocktails for the boys. He handed them their drinks, careful to make sure each one received the correct one. I then led them to the main area where people were alternatively dancing or chatting, and invited them to explore on their own. Then I backed off for a while and waited for the cocktails to do their work. Sure enough, about 20 minutes in as they chatted with each other awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor, Kevin screamed at Tony that he was "such a little slut" and stormed off to another part of the house. Feeling a little edgy, bitch? Just wait. Tony headed outside to the jacuzzi area, rather than stand awkardly at the site of a scene. I strolled out onto the balcony after him, and gave him my nicest smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" At this point, the G-laced drink was really starting to affect Tony. Not enough to put him out, just enough to make him a little more mellow, a little more receptive. "He's just such a jealous bitch sometimes," he complained. "I mean, I shouldn't be saying that. I love him. He's my soul mate. I just wish he would trust me more." "Hey," I responded. "If you know your heart is in the right place, what does it matter? I'm sure he'll come around." Tony looked up at me with gratitude. Gotcha, you sexy little bitch. "Why don't we go hang out with the folks in the jacuzzi? That usually makes me feel better." "Sure." At this point, he was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of my body, so I felt safe putting a hand around his bare shoulders and gently guiding him towards the warm water. I helped him into the water next to half a dozen queens who were immediately interested in the hot new addition. All the positive attention had him feeling even more at ease, while I sat at the edge of the water and started to massage his shoulders, with my legs dangling in the water to either side of him. It wasn't long before his head drifted down to rest against one of my legs as he sighed in pleasure, and he planted a small kiss on my inner thigh. My dick was starting to stiffen behind his head, and it didn't take him long to notice. He turned to find my cock an inch from his face and drooling pre-cum, while the queens in the pool stared at the scene unfolding in front of them. Tony looked up into my face with his eyes as wide as saucers. I blew him a kiss. Very tentatively, he moved his head forward and kissed the head of my dick, leaving a strand of my precum on his lips. "I shouldn't do this," he started to rise out of the water guiltily. I hugged him around his waste and pulled him back into the water with me. "Shhhhh. Nobody here is judging you. Just relax. You deserve a night off." I kissed his neck and his ears while I readjusted myself so that I was behind him, with my cock nudging against his back. He couldn't resist what I was doing to him and began to moan softly. My hands wandered over his chest and down to his stiffening cock. As I gripped it in my hand I looked into his eyes and told him he was beautiful. He kissed me then, and I knew I had my prize. ... Meanwhile, Kevin downed the rest of his drink and then went back for another. Some part of his mind was aware that he was acting irrationally, but he didn't care. He hadn't wanted to come to this thing in the first place, and Tony's wandering eyes were making him miserable and jumpy. Todd, the guy behind the bar, made him another long island iced tea and gave it to him with a wink, which seemed weird. It honestly wasn't very good, but he wanted to be good and drunk to kill some of the nerves. Oddly, though, the more he drank the more on edge he felt. He could feel warmth spreading through his chest, and as he wandered through the house he found himself in the play area where some guys were going at it on mattresses and others were standing around. A guy came up from behind him, probably mid-20s and beautifully ripped, and asked Kevin if this was his first time at one of these parties. Kevin stared at him blankly. "Hi, I'm Rick! Don't look so frightened, cutie, it's just a play party." Kevin couldn't resist the fact that he was extremely turned on by the man standing in front of him, but oddly his dick wasn't responding, and actually seemed to shrivel, which was mortifying to him. He blushed and started to turn away, but another guy walked up from the opposite direction and asked, "Wow, Rick, you always manage to find the cutest boys at these things! What's your name sexy?" With nowhere to turn, Kevin stood still while the newcomer planted a kiss squarely on his lips and Rick began kissing his neck from behind. Kevin could feel the erection pressing at his back, and while some sensible part of his mind was shouting at him to get away, he couldn't imagine why he would want to. The two buff men pulled Kevin down to one of the mattresses, where they were nibbling and teasing at every part of him while he lost the battle of will to resist them. He began kissing back fiercely, and to his horror he felt himself rubbing against the cocks grinding against him. Rick pushed his head down towards his cock, and Kevin greedily began sucking up and down on it. Meanwhile, the other man began eating his ass from behind. Kevin couldn't deny the fact that he was in bliss right now. After about fifteen minutes of a decidedly mediocre blow job, Rick pulled Kevin up to face level, put his arms around him and kissed him passionately. Too late Kevin felt the lubed cock prodding at him from behind, and started to struggle fiercely against the arms that were holding him tightly. "Shhhh, shhhh, this is what you wanted, remember? It will all feel good in a moment. I promise you it will feel so good." Kevin whined, "But I never fuck with anyone but my boyfriend! Oh my God, are you even wearing a condom?" Rick smiled at him, "Shh, baby, nobody ever has to know. It will be our little secret. Relax, he's wearing a condom, I made sure before he started. Just enjoy it." Kevin still struggled against the arms that were holding him, but being powerless to do anything about his situation he had no choice but to slowly relax into it, and slowly the waves of pleasure at being fucked began to build inside him. Rick heard his grunts turn to moans and started taunting him, "What do you want baby?" "I...I want...your dick..." "That's right baby." Meanwhile, the man behind had started to get close to the edge. "I'm about to blow my load, baby. Where do you want it?" "Please, pull out before you cum. What if the condom breaks?" (Slap!) "Where do you want my load baby..." "Ohhh...fuckk...meee..." The man delivered a series of short, powerful thrusts before burying his raw dick in Kevin's ass and shooting wave after wave of poz jizz into his fertile ass walls. Condoms my ass, he thought to himself before slowly withdrawing with a plop. "What a hot fucking little whore." Kevin blushed at this, not liking being called a whore, but he didn't have long to muse on it before Rick turned him around and planted his own dick inside Kevin's recently abused ass. "Wait, but, you aren't wearing a condom..." "Yes I am baby. I put it on right before I entered you." "But...you couldn't have..." "Relax, trust me," Rick said, brushing Kevin's hands away whenever they tried to check. By this point they had started to draw quite a crowd from among the on-lookers, most of whom were beginning to calculate their odds at having a shot at this slutty little twink's tight ass. One man stepped up to Kevin's face and forced his thick 7-incher as far down his throat as it would go, and began delivering an absolutely brutal blow job. Rick was playing it to the crowd, getting rough now, calling Kevin a faggot and a whore. Soon enough he was planting his own poz load deep inside Kevin's ass. As he pulled out, he bent down to savor the taste of his cum mixed with Kevin's clean muskiness, a genuinely sweet little boy ass. Enjoy it while you have it, because by the end of tonight your cunt will be so fucked out it won't be recognizable anymore. He pulled Kevin over to a bench designed for this purpose, bent him over it and tied his hands and feet down so that he was spread eagled. By now, Kevin was too far gone with lust and confusion to put up a fight. Kevin delivered his biggest shit-eating grin to the crowd and said, "All yours, boys." The next guy wasted no time in burying himself to the hilt in Kevin's ass. "Condom, please..." "Sure, kid." Meanwhile, a thick set black guy walked up to his head stuck his meaty but limp dick in Kevin's mouth. "I think we have ourselves a party boy, here. Here's a recharge of Miss Tina, boy, but if you spill one drop and I'll make you regret it, faggot." Kevin's mouth began to fill with foul-smelling piss, which he only barely managed to choke down. Over the next hour, seven guys came up Kevin's ass and one in his mouth: most didn't want to waste their load that way. By this point Kevin was a babbling incoherent ball of lust, cum and piss. After leaving off his handiwork to go have another drink and mingle, Rick returned and inspected his hole. "Look at that gaping cunt, you fucked up whore. Who would ever want a used up cunt like you now?" Kevin winced at this. Rick untied him, then lay down with his dick sticking straight up in the air. "Sit on it, bitch. Ride my cock like the worthless cock-socket you are." Kevin reached down and felt Rick's unprotected dick, and begged, "But you need a condom..." Rick slapped Kevin full in the face. "Not one single guy tonight used a condom when they came in your ass, me included. At least four of those guys were poz. You want to play safe? You should have thought of that before you wandered down here and decided to be a whore." Kevin started to whimper, and Rick decided to try a softer approach. "Hey, it's okay! What does it matter now? You've already become a bareback slut. Just enjoy it. Just relax." Kevin slowly sank onto Rick's dick, defeated, deflated. "That's right, good boy. Good boy. How does that raw dick feel, boy?" Kevin continued to whimper and moan. Slap. "I said, tell me how it feels, boy!" "...Good, sir." "You want my cock?" "Ugh...yes sir..." "Where do you want my load, boy?" "...cum inside me, sir." Slap. "Louder, bitch!" "Give me your poz load, sir!" "Here...it...comes! Fuck yes, take my poz seed up your neg cunt!" It was at this point that Kevin looked up to see Tony staring straight at him with a mixture of arousal and disgust. After an hour of kissing and oral, Tony's guilt had overcome him and he had decided to look for his boyfriend. Seeing the fucking hypocrite down here being a pig like this, he lost all sense of guilt and let a vengeful lust overtake him. I wandered in behind Tony, pleased that the deal I had worked out with Rick and the guys had gone according to plan. Of course, most of the story of what happened I had to hear afterwards, but looking at the tweaked, fucked out mess in front of me filled me with pride. This is what happens to people who come between me and what I want. My dick immediately sprang to attention, particularly since I hadn't gotten off in the last hour. I was going gentle, romantic on Tony for now. That was about to change very quickly, but for tonight the goal was to get rid of the competition. As Rick's dick slid out of Kevin's ass, Tony walked around and put a finger inside, feeling the loads moving around. Kevin was so fucked out that even as he whimpered Tony's name in shame he couldn't resist pushing his fucked out ass against Tony's finger. I observed with pride that Tony's dick was also springing to attention. Tony wasted no time in lining up his raw dick with Kevin's ass and pushing forward with no real resistance. Kevin begged: "No, baby, even we don't bareback. Please, not like this. I...I don't know what happened..." "Shut the fuck up, Kevin. This, right here, is the last time I've ever touching your disgusting ass. After tonight, I never want to see you again. I'm taking the car with me when I leave, and when you get back you'll find your shit on the lawn of our apartment. You like taking loads so much? You can have my load. And not one fucking thing more." I couldn't resist at this point. I walked forward and put my arms firmly around Kevin's waste, lifting him up slightly but not enough to dislodge Tony. "Wrap your legs around me." He did without hesitation. With a little help from Tony, I managed to position my dick to slide up inside Kevin next to Tony's. Together we bounced the used up remnant of his boyfriend on our dicks for the next five minutes. Tony came first, sliding out to a river of cum. That left me, and I pushed Kevin against a wall and gave him one of the hardest poundings I've ever given any bitch before shooting seven or eight volleys of my own charged seed inside him. I let him slide down the wall and turned away without any further fanfare. Tony knelt in front of me and started cleaning my dick with his mouth. "Tony..." Kevin muttered. Tony stood up and slapped Kevin as hard as he could across the face. He then reached for my hand and said, "come on, baby. Let's go." As we walked out of the dungeon, the crowd of guys began closing in again on Kevin's prone form, many of them only more aroused by the display of primal sex and violence. "Where are we going, baby?" I asked him. "Back to my place, and to my bed. I'll be damned if he's going to be the only one of us who gets your load tonight." "Good boy." To be continued?

I was travelling with two friends of mine to the Pride celebration in NY on the subway. Emil and Chris were boyfriends, and I was feeling a little left out on the trip, but I was still having a blast. We had all had a fair amount to drink and were feeling good, dicking around, generally enjoying the festivities. I hadn't been to that many Prides before, and as a decently built twinkish type in my early 20s I was really enjoying the attention I was getting. While the rest of my friends found a place to sit down, I was left standing and trying to not get jostled too much in the crowd. I was surrounded by a group of older, beefy daddy types, which is generally my thing although I didn't like to admit to it at the time. They seemed like they were also a single group heading out to join the crowd. A few of them tried to make some small-talk with me, but I didn't really respond. I'm sure I seemed like a total prick, but the truth was I was just horribly awkward back then, and this was the kind of casual social encounter I dreaded. So Murphy's Law being what it is, it probably shouldn't have been a surprise that the train ground to a halt due to some sort of activity up ahead on the tracks: I couldn't make out what the conductor was saying clearly enough. I tried to focus on what my friends were talking about, but I had been jostled a little away from them and couldn't get back to them without being glaringly rude, so I just kind of stood there feeling self-conscious as hell and wishing it would be over soon. That's when one of the guys behind me moved up against me in a way that felt a little bit...personal. I tried to tell myself it was just the crowd, but I didn't really believe it. I thought he was probably just giving me shit for not saying much earlier, but then I felt a clear bulge press against the back of my shorts and suddenly all thinking went out the window. I was horrifyingly embarassed and had no idea what to do, so I just kind of stood there continuing to look dumbly. I don't know whether he took that as submission or permission, but he started to grind against me a little more aggressively, while his friends tried not to laugh. I was praying that my friends weren't noticing this, although I was pretty sure I wasn't that lucky. One of his friends stepped up to me and tweaked my nipples through my (too tight) shirt. This brought a new round of guffaws from the group of older guys, and some of the other passengers were starting to look over now. The guy in front of me stepped up and looked me directly in my face, the pulled my chin up so I would have to make eye contact with him. That's when he kissed me full on the lips. I just stood there for about 5 seconds, and then out of more or less shock I kissed him back slightly. I suppose I should have gotten a little more aggressive about telling the guys to back off, but in the moment I was too focused on wanting to crawl into a hole and disappear. Up til then it had felt like a joke going too far, but the tone definitely changed with the kiss. The guys in the immediate circle started to pay a lot of attention to us, and the guy behind me started aggressively pumping up against me in a very intense way. I hated the fact that I sort of enjoyed it; I was trying hard not to grind back. The guy in front of me began feeding his tongue into the kiss, getting serious about it. When he broke the kiss, he said in a firm tone of voice, "hold out your hands." Having no idea what he intended but feeling like I better go along, I held them out in front of me. They were shaking. He undid his belt in a fluid motion and then did something I was expecting: with a strong and expert grip, he grabbed my wrists and tied them above me so that my hands were suspended from one of the railings people hold on to. It happened so fast that I was left unsure what exactly had just happened, but also knowing that I had become very vulnerable. I struggled against the restraint, but he grabbed my arms to keep me from getting out and then buried his tongue in my mouth again. The guy behind me started to kiss my neck and I could feel his hands wandering up and down my sides. I felt grateful I didn't have my wallet on me. Still I was thinking, "how long could this last?" The guy in front started twisting my nipples hard and I grunted against him, but he grabbed my hair and told me to shut my mouth. Then he spit on my face to reinforce the point. Did I mention I love a dominant daddy? The front of my pants were betraying me. "Yes sir," and he went back to working my nipples and started to feel up my bulge. Then he unzipped my fly and started to pull my pants down. I started to object again, but he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "listen faggot, your friends are several feet away and the train is packed, so they still haven't noticed you. Shut your mouth and it might just stay that way." He didn't just pull my pants down part of the way: he actually got them all the way off, which wasn't easy. Why did I think it was a good idea to go commando for Pride? The guy behind me was going crazy, biting my neck and grinding against my now exposed ass. "Please stop," I whispered, but they weren't interested. Instead I heard the guy behind me unzip, and in a second I could feel his cock rubbing against my crack. He spoke for the first time, "You want Daddy's cock, don't you boy? You want this dick?" Fuck, he was serious. "Please don't fuck me." He ignored me and kept rubbing it against me. I heard a pop and felt his fingers against my hole; I realized he was applying lube. "No, please, I don't bareback!" I then realized how loud I had said that. Rather than respond, the guy behind my grabbed my hips and started to press his dick against my hole. I tried to struggle, but he was a lot stronger than I was and I was feeling defeated, not to mention turned on. Once he got an inch or two in, I knew I was done. He continued to push until he all of his 7 or so inches into me, at which point he let out a groan that the whole car must have been able to hear. I couldn't help it: I moaned just a little. "Yeah, that's it, you're going to be my little bitch today, aren't you?" He pulled out and then pushed in again, and it felt amazing. "Tell me how much you want my dick, boy." I continued to moan softly. Now people were definitely paying attention around us. I was well and truly screwed. "Yeah, I'm going to knock you up, boy. I'm going to dump that seed inside you. Then your friends will all see what a slut you are. Maybe some of them will start using you like the cum dump you are." He didn't last all that long: soon he was speeding up, and I felt a wave of lust and fear as he buried his cock deep in me and let out a long, slow growl. He pulled out, and the guy in front of me took his place immediately at my ass. One of the other older guys moved up in front of me and pulled out a knife which he used to cut off my shirt, so I was completely naked except for some beads. The guy fucking me now was huge, and he fucked like a jackhammer. I guess I should have been happy that I had the last guy's cum as lube to soften the pounding he was giving me, and I was doing my best not to be loud. He caught on to that, though, and started to taunt me. "Tell me how much of a slut you are," and when I didn't respond he would slap me hard across my face or my ass until I did. "Do you want my cum, whore?" "No sir, please don't." Slap. "Do you want my cum, slut?" "...yes sir." "Louder, cunt." "Yes Sir!" "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want your cum!" I was now fully fucking back against his dick and moaning like a true whore. What did it matter? I started begging him for his load inside me, for him to nut in me and fill me up. He with a few quick thrusts he called out, "Here it comes!" followed by one of the loudest orgasms I've ever heard. He must have shot in me at least 7 or 8 times. I bent back to kiss him and say, "Thank you daddy." He held my face in his big hand and asked, "You going to let my friends fuck you too, slut?" "Yes sir." "Good boy." From there it was a feeding frenzy. Fortunately, nearly everyone on the car was a gay guy headed in the same direction we were, but we were definitely getting a lot attention, some good, some bad. Emil looked kind of turned on. Chris looked pissed and disgusted, but I was beyond caring at the moment. I just wanted more of dick. When the next guy stepped up to fuck me I didn't hesitate to ask him to breed my faggot ass. He untied the belt at my hands and turned me around to face him before lifting me up in his arms. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso, and with a little help from one of the other guys he positioned his cock inside me and used my weight to drill down on him. I kissed him deeply while he fucked me, and he managed to get me in a position where he was fucking me against one of his buddies so there was better leverage. When he came I could feel his dick pulsing and pushing some of the other loads out. He scooped some of the cum up with a finger and fed it to me, and I ate it up. He let me down, and I bent down to suck his dick clean. He pushed my head down and told me to stay there, and soon he was letting a jet of piss down my throat. I was proud that I managed to swallow the whole thing. Two other guys took their turns at my ass, while a small crowd of guys around me were mostly cheering the whole scene on. This is when Chris decided to get involved. He stood up and slowly made his way from his seat through the crowd, most of whom were not to thrilled to give up their view. At this point I was flying from both the fuck and the attention. I liked being a whore for the crowd. "Jason, you dumbass, knock that shit off? What the hell do you think you're doing?" It seems that the guy who took off my pants and tied me with his belt had been waiting for this opportunity. He was standing next to where Chris managed to wedge himself and pushed him towards the crowd of guys waiting to fuck me. They immediately mobbed him, grabbing, restraining, but also kissing and groping. He was having none of it, but they managed to stick something in his mouth so he couldn't make too much noise. It didn't seem like they were going any farther with him, which surprised me. This is when that same guy who pushed Chris then made his way to Emil. "I see you staring. One of those dudes your boyfriend?" Emil pointed to Chris. "Your boyfriend's a prick. Stand up." Emil obeyed as if hypnotized. "Turn around." With no further discussion, the guy slipped Emil's pants down and fucked him until his load was dripping out of Emil's ass. It was very clear Emil was loving it, in spite of the fact that he and Chris were supposed to be monogamous and safe. The guy holding Chris moved him back over to Emil, bent him over and shoved his face in Emil's ass so that he could eat up the cum in his ass. When Chris refused, One of the guys slapped him until he complied. Chris was crying at this point but not really resisting any more. Emil turned around and sucked his load from Chris' mouth, who stared at him balefully. Now some of this I'm getting second-hand, because I was pretty busy getting slam-fucked by a guy with a massive biohazard tattoo on his neck. I wasn't super familiar with the lingo at the time, but I knew enough to get what he meant by his "dirty load." I figured it was a problem for another day. He came hard inside me and then pissed inside me, which I was loving. Emil was taking his second load of the day, while Chris called out that we were both whores and disappeared into the crowd. Another guy fucked Emil while I took my sixth load. The crowd was starting to disburse at this point, and even the guys who might have wanted a second turn sensed that it was probably better not to press their luck in case the police showed up at the station when they arrived. I found my pants, which were not adequate to conceal all of the cum escaping me, but then if that bothered other people that was their problem. Some of the guys invited me and Emil to hang with them this weekend. I said that would be great. Emil eventually wobbled over to me, looking guilty and shell-shocked. By contrast, I feel freer than I had ever felt. Emil asked me, "What just happened?" Staring into the glazed look in his eyes, I knew there was only one response. I turned him around and within a minute shot the biggest load of my life up Emil's ass. I kissed him as I came down, and told him I would be there for him. he folded into my arms and kissed me back. This was ten years ago now, and we've been there for each other ever since.

(Sorry if this is a repost) This is totally my fetish. http://www.*******.com/video1202477/brasilian_chubby_bear_taking_hard_dick_deep_inside http://www.redtube.com/79072 (my favorite; it seems genuinely not played up for the camera) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=VSCQS-G666- http://www.********.eu/video/223863.html http://www.myvidster.com/video/8669710/Cum_Breeding_Fuck_XTube_Porn_Video_sxdog36 http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=hophy-g766- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=onwpr-g373- (another favorite) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=2lO8A-G225- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=DaeEp_G726_ http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=BjLeK-S663- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=hssHJ-G267- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=B4QUI-G468- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=HHtnK_G825_ http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=q4wuZ_G828_ http://xxxbunker.com/no_condom_just_fucked

This is totally my fetish. Sorry, some of these may be repeats. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=VSCQS-G666- http://www.*******.com/video1202477/brasilian_chubby_bear_taking_hard_dick_deep_inside (The condom keeps slipping off in this one) http://www.********.eu/video/223863.html http://www.myvidster.com/video/8669710/Cum_Breeding_Fuck_XTube_Porn_Video_sxdog36 http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=hophy-g766- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=2lO8A-G225- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=DaeEp_G726_ http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=BjLeK-S663- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=hssHJ-G267- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=B4QUI-G468- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=HHtnK_G825_ http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=QjcPJ-G454- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=q4wuZ_G828_ http://xxxbunker.com/no_condom_just_fucked http://www.myvidster.com/video/8275089/bareback_-_Birds_of_a_feather_and_men_that_are_gay_flock_together_-_Free_Porn_Videos_-_YouPorn http://www.myvidster.com/video/10600148/From_condom_to_bareback_fuck_in_the_bubbliest And my two favorites: http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=onwpr-g373- http://www.redtube.com/79072 (This last one is subtle, but the top really does seem intent on sneaking off the condom past the bottom and producers. You can see him holding it in his hand towards the end.)

Wow, I'm really flattered by the feedback. I have to admit I'm a super lazy writer that tends to only do it when I'm horny and not getting my fantasies fulfilled in real life, but I'll put out the effort. I kinda pictured three parts.