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.

I suppose I just have to much of a kinky side to have ever lived a vanilla life. It was my wild side that got me into trouble one night when I hooked up online looking for some sort of group or exhibitionist scene. I met an older white guy into 20y.o. latin guys (me) who said he'd be willing to fuck me at a particularly cruisy park. The deal was that while I was there I was his boy; I obeyed his instructions and did only what and whom he told me to do, but my terms were no fucking without rubbers and nothing that would land me in jail. It sounded like a pretty hot scene and the guy had a talent for dirty talk, so I agreed to meet him there in an hour, showered and douched. When I arrived, I was glad I had come. He was a stacked fifty-something white daddy type that totally fit my domination fantasies. He gripped my head in his hands and delivered a big, intrusive mouth kiss to make his claim, and then spat on my face at the end of it just to seal the deal. My hands started to wander over his body, but he grabbed them and pushed his face up close to mine. "The deal was you only do what I say. That clear, boy?" I was loving it. He led me up a path in the park to a relatively secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes and pushed me to my knees, pulling out an impressively sized cock for me to suck on. I have a gift for sucking dick, and it didn't take him long to become rock hard in my mouth. I was so absorbed in the process that I was only vaguely aware that we had company, but when he motioned for me to stand up again I realized we were surrounded by five other guys. This was about the tipping point for me between "hot sex fantasy" and "situation I can't control or escape from if this goes bad," so I was pretty nervous. The daddy commanded me to lean against the tree so that he could eat out my ass. "Getting nervous," I whispered, to which he slapped my ass and told me to follow orders. I did, but my eyes were tracking the guys, who were now had their pants down and were pulling at their dicks. That said, it became hard to focus on anything once daddy started eating my ass. He had a beard that tickled my ass when he ate it out and drove me wild. While he was doing that he pulled out a bottle of lube and greased up his dick, although I was entirely sure if he was into fucking or if he was just jacking off. That became clear after a few minutes when he pulled his mouth off my ass and immediately positioned his cock to slide inside me. I reached into my pocket for a condom before he could push in. He grabbed me by the chest and pushed me close to him, his dick right up against my ass, which was struggling to stay closed against him. "Condom," I said, holding the wrapper up. "I want your sweet little ass raw, baby," he responded, trying to push inside me. Somewhat more sharply I said, "We had a deal." He chuckled at that. "And here I had to go and find me the one bottom with a spine." He wrapped the condom over his dick and relubed before positioning himself at my ass and bending me forward again. I grabbed the tree for support and braced myself, trying to relax in the somewhat awkward position of not being on an even surface, but he was surprisingly gentle entering me. I love a rough fuck as much as the next bottom, but I always appreciate tops who know to start off slow and work up to it. At this point one of the guys came up to my face, which was at crotch level, and held out an eight or nine inch dick in front of my mouth. I was watering to suck it while daddy fucked me, but I knew the rules of the game, so I didn't do anything. I figured even asking would be wrong. Disloyal, perhaps. If he wanted me to do it, he would offer. The man became more insistent, even grabbing my head, but I didn't respond. The man looked up at daddy and said, "I thought this one was just a hook-up? You been training him to take orders?" "Nope, seems he's a natural." Wait, shit, they knew each other? The man in front of me said, "Well, order him to suck my dick. I'm getting blue balls standing here." "Boy, these men are my friends, and you are going to suck them and let them fuck you same as me. Understood? Suddenly I wasn't so sure I was up for a starring role in an orgy, but no use complaining about it. "Yes sir," said with more certainty than I felt. I immediately started sucking on his dick, taking it all the way down my throat for as long as I could stand and then resurfacing for air. One of my favorite tricks is to lick the balls while I am all the way down on a dick, and the guy was loving it. It also distracted me from what Daddy, who had been building up speed. I think maybe he felt like he needed to get my attention again, because without warning he pulled his dick all the way out and rammed it all the way into me again, causing me to yelp slightly and tighten. He did it again and again in rapid succession, until on the fifth or sixth time my ass was able to stay a bit more relaxed rather than automatically tightening. Then he started power fucking me while slapping my ass. My prostate can only take so much intense stimulation from being punch fucked all at once, and the feeling had become so intense that it was passing pleasure and becoming painful. I should maybe be greatful for the fact that he had size, technique and style, but endurance less so. He only fucked me for about five minutes before he he came loudly, pulling me up to bite my neck and ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm in my ass. All at once he pulled out and ripped the condom off. He turned me around and presented my ass for the guy I had been sucking, whom I dutifully provided another condom to. This guy was not shy about ramming it in all at once; fortunately his dick was maybe slightly longer than daddy's but not nearly as thick, and I was able to take it pretty well. I try to avoid using poppers too much, but I figured at this point surviving the night would mean pulling out all the stops, so I pulled out my "Emergency, in case of getting gangbanged" bottle from my pocket and took a couple of deep hits before sucking the next man's dick. The second stranger definitely had stamina, and was probably showing off a bit for his friends. He would pull all the way out and in, do circle motions, fuck hard and then slow and then hard again. I was more or less just along for the ride, so I just focused on my mouth and keeping my balance. When he finally came, he was so loud that I was afraid he would alert the entire park. The next guy told me to take off all of my clothing. I looked to daddy for confirmation, but he just nodded, so I obeyed, grateful that it was a warm night and I hadn't brought my phone or wallet into the park with me. He fucked me on my back in the dirt, with my legs on his shoulders. He was a white dude who wanted me to call him "papi" and liked to pull all the way out of my ass while he was fucking me and then just barely stick the head back in several times before forcing it all the way back in. After maybe the fourth time doing this he paused before putting it back in my ass, which set off my alarms. It was the first moment I suspected someone of tampering with the condoms, and I asked him if it was still on and tried to reach back. He assured me it was, but batted my hand away. I tried again, and he pinned my hands down and force fucked me while staring directly into my eyes. At this point I figured I had done my due diligence and decided to take it on faith and enjoy the ride; if he was lying there wasn't much I could do at this point anyway, and he was my favorite top of the lot so far anyway. He rode me like that for another two or three minutes before coming silently, still staring straight into my eyes, shaking with the force of cumming but not uttering a word. The next guy was an older latin guy, athletic but wiry and with a beautiful big dick. He was also the most sadistic of the group. he started off slapping his dick on my face and force fucking my throat until I was gagging, which I'm pretty good about controlling under most circumstances. He slapped my face with his hand hard enough to hurt and then made me beg for him to do it again. Generally he pushed me just a little bit farther than I wanted to go, which was clearly the point. Then he had told me to stand up and face Daddy, which I did. He stuffed my own underwear in my mouth as a gag, and had Daddy hold me tightly, pinning my arms to my sides. In rapid succession he stuck one, two, then three unlubed fingers into my ass, which hurt like hell the way he did it. With daddy holding me, he brought the fingers up to my face and smeared them on my face and nose. "Smell that, bitch? That's the smell of the loads of the four guys who just fucked you. All of the guys here have been popping the condoms when they fuck you. I'm not even going to bother faking the rubber." Wait, what? Fuck, fuck, fuck! I looked into Daddy's eyes, who smiled almost gently and cooed, "Shhh, what does it matter now? It's done. Just relax. Just enjoy it." And here's where someone else, a more dominant guy, someone who wasn't as kinky or as horny as me would have acted differently. That guy would have fought back like hell, maybe get the shit beaten out of him but not given into this on principle and maybe gotten away at that point. But me? I thought, "you're right, what's the point?" It's not like I could deny that being barebacked was a huge turn-on, and whatever damage was done was already taking its course. I could always see the emergency clinic tomorrow about Plan B or PEP or whatever it was called. Tonight, I might as well enjoy getting fucked. So I didn't scream or cry or fight. With some effort, I spat the underwear in my mouth out and looked Daddy in the eye. "Kiss me, sir." "Fuck you, you don't give orders, kid." Not backing down I said, "Fuck you, you didn't keep your end. Kiss me." He did, forcefully and passionately, conceding even while he reasserted his dominance with his lips and tongue. Meanwhile, the guy behind me lubed up and put his head at my hole. I knew this was going to be brutal, and sure enough he fucked me as hard as any of them for a good fifteen minutes without ever taking a break or going gentle. He taunted me, saying things like, "Maybe before you came into this park tonight you were a man. Now you are nothing more than a cumpdump and a faggot. You will never be anything more than that after tonight. After tonight you'll only ever be good for taking loads from real men. Beg me for my load to fill up your faggot ass." When he finally came he must have shot ten wads into my ass while he whispered, "I'm breeding your ass. I'm breeding you. I'm going to make you pregnant with my babies, a real man's babies, you little cocksucking whore." Even as he was going soft he didn't pull out. Instead, I felt a flood of warmth deep in my ass as I realized that he was unloading his piss inside of me. Apparently this really did it for the next guy, who fucked my piss soaked ass and didn't last more than a minute before cumming. To each their own, I guess. I thought the final guy in the group was also going to fuck me too, but he made me kneel in front of him while he said, "I don't fuck used up whores." I had to admit, that successfully stung a bit after everything I had just been through. He told me to open my mouth, and let loose a stream of piss that started there but then covered my face and body before zipping back up and walking away. Daddy shoved me over a low branch, saying, "you stink, faggot." This didn't stop him and two of the other guys from fucking again and pissing in my mouth and ass, respectively. Oddly it wasn't hurting; I was feeling a bit light-headed and very horny. Later I pieced together that some of the dudes must have been high and when they pissed on/in me I was getting a contact high. All I knew was that I suddenly went from resigned to eager about the idea of taking their cum inside me. Fortunately, Daddy came prepared with a towel and some sanitizer so that I could clean up a little. The other guys took off one by one, until Daddy and the sadist (who went by Jesse) were the only ones left. Jesse was the last to cum in me for the second time, and as he was finishing he looked up at Daddy he said, "Any chance I could borrow your new toy for a day?" Daddy looked nonplussed. "I like this one. I might just keep him. Besides, you tend to break your toys." Jesse raised a hand and said, "you'll get him in mint condition. Or at least not any worse than whatever condition he's in now. Thing is, I still don't think this bitch has truly accepted his place in the world as a cumpdump for real men, and I have some thoughts one how to go about making him see the light. Just one day. We'll meet you at the baths tomorrow night and he'll be all yours. I think you'll like the results." I sat there numbly, Jesse's dick still dribbling cum into my ass, realizing that they were talking about me like meat and I didn't particularly seem to mind. And while I didn't really want to go with Jesse, if Daddy said yes, I knew I would. Daddy considered it for a bit, then said, "Fine, one day, all limbs attached and no permanent psychic scarring. Boy, you follow him like it's me, understood?" Jesse responded with a wicked smile: "cross my heart. Come on, kid, you can pick up your car tomorrow night. Your coming with me now." I nodded to Daddy and followed Jesse out of the park and into my new life.

(Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”

I was cruising the local park bathrooms one night just to see what was around. There wasn’t a lot of action in the park area, so I settled into the large bathroom stall at the end of the row to wait around a while. I don’t have a lot of patience for this kind of thing; if the fish aren’t biting I’m as likely to turn home. About five minutes later a pair of white sneakers walked up to the next stall, the one with the glory hole access. I looked through and, well, wow. The kid on the other side was maybe early 20s, slim, kind of dorky, glasses, white, and entirely my type. Figuring I never get this lucky hitting random chance like this, I decided to move quickly before someone else came in a raised a distraction. The kid looked through the hole back at me, and I could tell that he liked what he saw. I’m 45, Guatemalan, 6’2 and work out regularly, so getting action usually isn’t my problem, but you never know what people go for. Also poz, not that it tends to come up. My cock is 8” uncut when hard, and a shower more than a grower, and I could tell it had his interest. Without waiting, I unlocked the stall door and pushed it open, hoping he would take the hint. He did. His door came open too, and when he didn’t see me out there he headed quickly into my booth and locked it behind him. I smiled at him, my cock springing to life faster than hell. I stood up and walked towards him; it was a handicap stall, so there was plenty of room. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached my hands around his face and kissed him full on the lips to see how he would react. Definitely a sub: I could tell that he was really into it, but that he was going to take his cues from me. Absolutely fucking perfect. I upped the intensity and started giving him some tongue, and he moaned a little while his hand reached out to feel my dick. When I broke the kiss, he immediately started to bend down to take it in his mouth, but I held him up and pushed him against the wall before going to town on his neck and his nipples. I planned on giving the boy a few bruises to remember me by, paying close attention to how he was reacting. I like to push a guy just a little past where he is comfortable, not enough usually that they tell me to stop but enough so that you know they think its too much. The kid was squirming while I held him firm around the waste and bit down on his neck, trying hard to kiss me so I would stop. After about a minute his eyes got wide and he begged me to let him suck my dick. This is when I knew I had him. The chemistry just felt right, and I know I could make him do whatever I wanted but that he would put up just a little resistance. Fucking hell I wanted inside his ass, but I also knew this would be better for waiting. I looked deep into his eyes, claiming him, and told him, “not yet.” Then I went back to work on his nipples, pulling off his t-shirt so that I could manage the flesh underneath directly. I let his shirt fall carelessly to the floor, letting him know that this was my game and I didn’t particularly care about his wants or needs. After another minute or so he visibly started to relax and let himself go to the teasing, realizing that I was going to be in control here. I pulled my shirt up and pushed his face against my chest, and when he stated just licking I let him know in no uncertain terms, “bite,” making it come out as a bit of a growl. It took a little while for him to figure out how hard he could go, but soon he was at about the right intensity and I was thoroughly enjoying my luck in finding this little piece of meat. I stood back a step and told him, “strip.” This kind of thing always works better if you say what you want in one or two words. He eagerly pulled down his pants, but I pushed him against the wall again and gave him my most intense stare, “strip, faggot.” He did, and you could see his excitement as he pulled off the rest of his clothes, but also a little bit of fear. He was starting to realize he didn’t really know what I was capable of, and that I definitely outweighed him and that there might be some real danger here. Not that I would hurt him (much), but I liked the fact that he realized he didn’t know exactly what he had gotten into. While he stripped I just watched him, leaving all of my clothes on and kicking his shit to the corner after he had it off. I even made him pull of his shoes and socks, just to highlight his vulnerability to me. I had all sorts of fantasies about what I wanted to make this kid do, but I sensed he was maybe a bit vanilla due to his youth, so I figured it was better to go slow. I grabbed him around the waste again, and worked my way down from his neck to his nips, then his waist, leaving a trail of love marks along the way. When I made it down to his crotch I ignored his (nice, if average) dick and took both his balls in my mouth, exerting just enough pressure that the kid winced and tried to pull away. I held firm, easing on the pressure for a second or two and then doing it again, just hard enough to be intense without really hurting too much. After the third or fourth time you could see him relax again, and there was maybe a little more trust there that I knew what I was doing and wouldn’t really hurt him. Standing back up, I put my hand under his throat and asked him, “You going to be my boy tonight?” “Yes sir.” Good, he naturally went with sir. I gave him a very light play slap across the face, once, twice, then looked in his eyes and asked him again, “Are you going to be my boy tonight?” “Yes sir,” slightly more desperation in his voice. Definitely getting excited; definitely a natural sub. “Good boy.” Now I pulled out my dick and pushed him down, but held his face a few inches away. “You want this dick?” “Yes sir!” His eyes were wide. I was going to tease him some more but I figured I had held out enough, and frankly I was looking forward to his mouth around my cock. I told him to stick out his tongue, which he did obediently while never breaking eye contact with me. I trailed my cocked along his tongue and lips, leaving just a little precum, which he dutifully licked off and continued to look up at me, begging. Then I let him have at, see how his technique was. Too much hand, but definitely a good cocksucker and clearly not his first time. He knew how to suck and work his tongue at the same time, and he knew how to pay attention to the signals I was giving to see what was working. I pulled my dick out of his mouth and asked him, “You like that, boy?” “Yes sir,” trying hard to get back at my dick. I told him to stick out his tongue again, only this time I moved my ahead above his and let a thin trail of spit land on it. His initial reaction was to be a little grossed out, spitting out onto the floor. I got firm with him, grabbing his hair to pull his head back and snarling, “Stick out your fucking tongue, bitch!” He did, and I spat again. This time he swallowed it. As I thought, he just hadn’t don’t it before. Now that he wasn’t surprised it really wasn’t as bad as having a dick in your mouth. I let him get back to this, occasionally pulling out to spit on his tongue. He was getting really excited about sucking my dick. He was jerking off fast and grunting. I made him stand up and held his hands against the stall, kissing him as deeply as I could. “Don’t touch your dick until I give you permission, understand?” He nodded his assent, and I bent him over the other way and spread his ass checks so that I could begin noisily eating out his ass. I noticed when I did he tensed up again, and I figured he either didn’t get fucked much or would want condoms. I wasn’t there yet, so I didn’t bother with it and just ate away. Beautiful bubble butt that I was looking forward to fucking. I was enjoying the hell out of this little adventure. Around this time somebody else came into the bathroom. The kid tried to stand up, but I just pushed him where he was and continued to eat out his ass as loudly as possibly. The kid was acting a little freaked out, trying to pull away, so I said in a loud tone of voice, “Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. Now bend over and let me keep eating your ass.” He fought back more this time. “Dude!” In a loud whisper, “Somebody else is in here!” As if they couldn’t hear him too. I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him close to me and bringing my dick up against his ass. I told him in his ear, “I don’t give a flying fuck. Who’s boy are you?” He didn’t respond right away, so I repeated myself, “Who’s boy are you?” “Your boy, sir,” a little more relaxed now. By this point the person who had walked in had settled into the next stall and was clearly also cruising, so the kid calmed down a bit while I went back to eating his ass. He started moaning softly, and his hands wandered back down to his dick before I swatted them away. After sucking my dick a little bit more, I told him to brace himself against the wall and spread his legs. He did so without question, undoubtedly assuming I would eat his ass again. Instead, I pulled out the lube from my back pocket and began lubing my dick and his ass. His head spun around and he said, in the kind of tone that meant it, “Condoms!” If he had said it the way most queens do I would have just pushed into him, but I got the sense this would be a deal-breaker for him. Now I am definitely a preferred barebacker whenever possible, but honestly I don’t mind too much when someone wants to play safe. With this kid, though, he was just such a damn good natural sub boy that I had to get him raw. I wanted to feel my jizz spilling out of his ass walls with every thrust of my dick. I wanted him carrying my load home with him and leaking out whenever he coughed or laughed the next day. I wanted to knock this little bitch up. I told him I wouldn’t enter him before we put on a condom, I just wanted to feel the opening of his ass. He against the wall and spread, and I wrapped my arms around him again and started kissing his neck tenderly this time, rubbing my cockhead right against the opening of his hole. Meanwhile, I turned on the dirty talk full throttle to get him worked up. “I want to fuck the shit out of your little boy ass, you little faggot. I want to push it in and feel your guts make room for my massive dick. I want to hear you scream and moan and beg me for more, beg me to come inside you and keep fucking. I want you to know what it’s like to have a real man’s load swimming around inside your ass. Your ass isn’t ever going to feel the same after tonight, boy, and once I’m inside I’m not getting out until I cum. You want my dick inside you, baby? You want my load?” He moaned, obviously caught up in what we were doing and already pushed beyond where his limits usually were. Guys like that secretly want that shit. Guys like me want to give it to them. Still, you could tell that he wasn’t okay without a condom; his ass pulled away any time I might have slipped inside him and he said again, “Condom, baby.” Using a trick I’ve done once or twice before, I very liberally lubed up my dick. Then I pulled out a condom from my back pocket (because you never know if you’ll hit a situation like this), and turning him around, made sure he saw me roll it down my dick and that it was functioning. I pushed him against the wall again and told him to get ready for me. He spread his ass checks, feeling for the condom. I decided he got to do it the one time, and then not again. Now because I know that bottoming for a big dick can hurt, especially with a condom, and because he was tight as hell I took what felt like about ten years to enter him. At first he groaned and tried to pull off, but there was a snowballs chance I was letting him do that. I just held on fast, promised him it would feel good soon, and gradually pushed my way in. I didn’t stop until I was about a two thirds of the way in, when I started feeling more natural resistance than I had before. Figuring I was up against some barrier in his ass, I held there for a while, whispering sweet nothing into his ear while I held him around the chest and kissed his ear and his cheek from behind. “You’re doing so good, baby, your ass feels so good. I’m about to make you really happy. Your ass is going to love this, I promise, just let yourself relax, baby.” It took some time, but he finally started to relax. I could feel the grip loosening on my cock, and I pulled out maybe an inch, not wanting to risk sliding out, and pushed forward a tiny bit. I find when bottoms are getting used to me, it’s best to saw in slowly and not pull too far out. While he adjusted I fucked him tenderly, enjoying the smell of his hair and his occasional whimpers while he got used to me. The whimpering didn’t stop, but he started to push back against me a little bit, so I picked up the pace slightly. I still wasn’t pulling out much, but I had maybe an inch left to go before I had my whole dick in him at this point, and his ass felt as amazing as I could have hoped for. “That’s it, baby, you’re taking it so good. Feel good?” “Yes, sir!” He was past the tipping point now where the pain becomes pleasure, and he was getting more into it with each second. I started taking a little bit more of a risk and pulling out more, and within a couple of minutes I was able to fuck him with full strokes in and out of his ass. I loved how he let out a little involuntary grunt every time I pushed all the way inside him, like he couldn’t help it. Someone else came in, but I didn’t slow down and this time the boy didn’t make any sort of move. Good boy. Now because I was making full thrusts I could see the condom’s progress on my dick. It had slid to about half way down, and with the thrusts I was making I figured it wouldn’t be too long before it slid off my dick altogether. At one point the kid tried to reach back to test it, but I grabbed his hands and told him, “If I say it’s fine, it’s fine, you understand?” “Yes sir, please keep fucking me sir!” “You want me to keep fucking you?” “Yes sir, please just don’t stop!” I can last quite a while, and because I had taken my time breaking his ass in he was feeling good and wasn’t going anywhere. I would jackhammer his ass for a while, then go slow, pull all the way out and watch his ass open up, then plunge it back in. The condom was right at the tip of my head now, so I pushed his pelvis against the stall wall and made several deep thrusting strokes, not pulling out too far on any one of them, and pretty soon I felt it come off inside him. Almost wanting to let out a whoop of victory, I starting fucking him faster than I had up til then, and my speech really started getting nasty. “You’re just a little fucking cunt, aren’t you, bitch? You’re just a little faggot who like taking dicks from real me inside nasty fucking toilets. I should piss all over your clothes and make you walk back home like that so everyone who sees you knows what a fucked out little cunt you are. Your friends know your here? What would they say if they could see you taking dick from me like this right now?” “Oh, fuck yes!” “How bad you want my dick?” “Please don’t stop!” “What would you do for my dick?” ""Anything!” Naturally I inwardly grinned at that. “Anything, huh?” "Please, it feels so good!” I pulled all the way out, admiring my raw cocked as it slid out, and held it there. “Would you drink my spit?” “Yes! Oh fuck yes!” I slammed it back in and fucked him hard for several strokes. Then I pulled it back out again. “Would you let me piss on you?” A little bit more of a delay, then, “Yes. Please, keep fucking me!” I slammed it back in again, and he howled from the intensity of it. I took longer this time before I repeated the cycle, wanting to make sure he was totally and completely fucked out with wanting my dick. Pulling out fully, I asked, “Would you let me fuck you raw?” This time he winced and said, “Please use a condom. I just want it so bad!” Still not pushing back in, I repeated, “Would you let me fuck you raw?” Desperate and no longer fully thinking, he screamed, “Yes! I would let you fuck me raw!” I pounded inside him. Just to fuck with him I said, “faggot, I’m still using a condom. But now we both know what a fucked out little whore you are. You worthless piece of shit, I ought to use you like a cumrag. I should blast my load inside of you then put your hole up against the glory hole for the other men in here to use. Then I could take pictures of it and send them to everyone in your phone. By the time I’m done with you your ass will be so worthless you’ll need a fist inside you to feel normal. You want to be my cumrag?” Willing to play along now and feeling better about he condom, he said, “Yes! Make me your cumrag!” “You willing to let me whore you out to my big-dicked friends and then keep the money from your ass?” “Yes, make me your whore!” I let him start stroking his dick, which he did furiously. After another minute, “where do you want me to cum?” “On my ass!” I pulled all the way out again. “Tell me you want me to cum in your ass.” Obviously conflicted, he probably figured I was still gloved and said, “Yeah, cum inside me!” I rammed him and started fucking even more furiously than I had before. I was going all the way out and all the way in with every stroke now. I can keep like this for quite a while, but I was getting close and I wanted to bring my victory over this little faggot to a head. Soon I felt it boiling up from my balls, definitely one of the biggest poz loads I had shot in a really long time. “Here it comes, faggot! Gonna knock your ass up, going to give you all of my load. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The orgasm I had then left me seeing stars. I was loud enough that anyone nearby would have been able to hear us easy, but I didn’t give a shit. I just kept sawing inside him, feeling my jizz fill up his ass. As I was coming back down, I could feel it slipping around my dick and squirting outside his ass with each thrust. I was vaguely aware that he had shot his load against the stall and was going rag limp in my arms. Still holding him, and with my dick still inside his ass, I picked him up and, with a little awkward maneuvering, managed to lay down on the dirty-ass floor next to him. I nuzzled his neck and continued to fuck into him gently, slowly losing my erection but trying to prolong the moment as long as possible. I wasn’t sure how he’d react after he came, but I think he was in a bit of shock. He just nuzzled back against me and bent his head backwards to kiss me on the lips. The other guys in the bathroom were peering under the stall disbelievingly, but we ignored them. He got dressed while I zipped up. He had to have noticed the missing condom and the cum, but like a good sub he didn’t question. Probably he was too shy to ask, or figured it was too late, or both. I gave him my number and told him to call me when his ass was recovered, not really expecting it. Two weeks later he did. To be continued.