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Joe, 48, 5’11” and a hardened military veteran, loved LA. It wasn’t cheap for sure, but Joe wasn’t afraid of shabby living conditions if he could do what he loved. Having worked as a cop back in Detroit after his military service, Joe had seen his fair share of violent crime and he was tough - while still figuring out where to stay, he decided to live nightly at the infamous Hotel Cecil in Skid Row. He had a shaved head and was built like a demolition truck, covered in tattoos with arms and pecs like rocks. He had a bit of a belly, but it was hard to notice with how jacked he was. No matter what he wore, he looked like he was going to pop out of his shirt. And he fit right in at first. After all, that’s why he moved here. Back in Detroit, Joe sold his confiscated drugs at hefty prices to dealers and took bribes to let them roam free. During this time, Joe had a sexy Malaysian girlfriend 15 years younger than him and a bunch of babes on the side. New clothes and car. Too bad the city had to snoop their noses into the problem. After losing his job and spending 5 years in prison, Joe lost all his money to gambling and drugs. With no cash, no sex, and no girlfriend, nothing but his pickup truck, he decided to start over somewhere new. Joe came to LA as a criminal. He no longer knew how to do anything other than selling drugs, and he was fucking good at it. He planned to turn into a smuggler, taking cheap crystal from the west coast to sell back in Detroit. One thing about Joe is his open pride in having a fetish for Asians. He had no problem finding them either, and his fellow cops used to tease him for how often the Asian girl at his arm changed. He fucked Asian boys too, but he always kept those anonymous. He’d fuck a boy but never date one. The Asian girls in LA were different. They worth is different here and they had no shortage of hot men (who weren’t broke felons) to turn down. Moreover Joe was getting old but he still only liked fresh younger girls to fuck. He wasn’t used to it, but he was even seen as a creep. Guess it didn’t help that he basically smelled homeless and didn’t know how to approach these women. His ex was a stripper and all he had to do to woo her was pay her a couple grand and let her have his credit card. That’s when Joe dove head first into finding boys. Taking puffs of his bong in his tiny run-down, he constantly browsed Grindr, A4A, bbrt, cams, anything. He bluntly titled his profile “ex military LF Asian bttms” - the crazy thing is, openly objectifying them attracted tons of messages from Asian boys. One Japanese boy in particular attracted his attention. Short, 20 years old, maybe 5’4” in a little thong, stick thin with smooth olive-skinned abs. He had spiky short hair in his pics, which he dyed blonde. His name was Kevin. Joe was obsessed with getting Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin dropped out of school and was kicked out by his family as a teen for doing T. Since then, he’s been arrested for possession and just got out of a brief stint in jail. Since then, he has lived with one of his cell mates in a studio. His dream is to become a pornstar, and Joe loved it. And Kelvin was even more obsessed with Joe. A sex addict who especially loved older white men, Kelvin told Joe he’s everything he dreamed of. ”Daddy I want to be used and abused and whored out like a faggot. Bruise me and violate me and trash me. Will you do that daddy?” “Yes, babe. That’s the only way I like it. Daddy’s wanted a filthy Asian slut to use like a fuck rag for a long time.” After only 2 days of talking, Kelvin was ready to come to Joe’s place. It would’ve been sooner if he wasn’t a flaky tweaker. As the area was dangerous, Joe went to pick up Kelvin from his apartment. Kelvin walked out and was even skinnier than his pictures. Or maybe it was the way he was dressed. Joe whistled and leered at him from behind his shades. Kelvin wore a tight mesh crop top and tiny booty shorts, which dangled to show his dirty black and white jockstrap to the whole city. He opened the passenger door and immediately Joe’s hand was on Kelvin’s bare smooth tight, rubbing and snaking his way up his shorts. Kelvin moaned and took Joe’s muscled hand and guided it down his shorts over his jockstrap. Joe’s hand was huge compared to the boy’s waist. “So sexy,” Joe whispered. “You naturally this smooth?” ”I get waxed,” Kelvin admitted. “Well, make sure to keep doing that faggot. Daddy likes it.” Joe resists the temptation to go further. At this point, he just needed to get back to his place to fuck this cumdump slut as soon as he can. The drive home was dead silent. At the hotel, Kelvin trailed behind Joe cautiously and didn’t speak to him even in the elevator. By the time they got to Joe’s room, they were both in heat. Joe frantically got the key in the door and they both sprawled out onto Joe’s mess of a bed. The sheets were half off, and plenty of drug paraphernalia, dirty clothes, and even some loose cash littered the bed. Kelvin didn’t seem to mind. “This is your place? You live at this hotel?” Kelvin asked. “Or did you get this room?” ”I live here. That good with you?” Joe asked, annoyed that this kid would come in here and comment on it immediately. ”Yeah. I like it here,” Kelvin said suddenly, picking up a sock off the bed and sniffing it. The room was pretty trashed, to be fair. Joe wasn’t going to clean it up for some pussy. Not like Kelvin could leave without him anyway. Joe looked around. Beer cans on the floor. Cigarette ash everywhere. Empty water bottles and energy drink cans. Plastic bags and food packages mixed in there. “Faggot,” he boomed. Just one aggressive word. Joe’s face suddenly turned stern and his eyes became menacing. “You probably get fucked in filthy dirty rooms all the time, don’t you? Just a piece of trash that can be thrown on the floor like everything else in this room. My trash.” Joe pounced onto the bed and locked Kelvin under his body. It was like holding down a piece of paper. ”Daddy...”, Kelvin said weakly. Joe was now aggresssively groping him and thrashing his clothed body against his, furiously and aggressively kissing him. Globs of split splattered all over the boy’s face as Joe licked and kissed him like a wolf eating at its prey. Kelvin could only respond with loud moans. ”Fuck, that tasted GOOD! fucking Asian twink boy SLUT!” Joe was on top of the world. Unlike any girl, Kelvin was eager to put out for a stranger. No wining or dining. He didn’t even have to treat him with any dignity or respect. Lesser men have fucked Kelvin without respect. “let’s get to the good stuff. I know what you’re here for,” Joe said, suddenly springing up. ”Party?” Kelvin said eagerly, reacting like a true addict. Joe grinned. “Hell yeah.” from the floor, Joe grabbed a belt. Then he picked out 2 points from this pocket which he prepped beforehand. “I’ll slam you first, then slam myself. And after that I’m gonna booty bump the shit out of you, we’re gonna take some G, and then we’re gonna popper you up before I rape you. How’s that sound?” Kelvin’s eyes were wide as if Joe had just offered to buy him a car. Joe himself couldn’t help himself from looking pleased. What a bad boy, he thought. He’ll barely be okay with all that and he’s still so excited... ”Are you sure I can do all that?” Kelvin asked. “If it’s too much, just let me know.” ”I won’t. I’ll always want more,” Kelvin said devilishly. Joe roughly and tightly tied the belt around Kelvin’s tiny arm and quickly found a vein. “first time slamming?” He asked at the last minute. ”Nah. Just haven’t in a while.” ”Good. I want this to be almost too intense for you.” As the needle pulled back with a red splash, joe steadily pumped the point into his boy. He took it out expertly, untied the belt, and wrapped it around himself. While he started administering, Kelvin FLEW. He erupted into violent coughs, almost accidentally kicked Joe, and his eyes looked utterly rabid. ”fff FFuck,” Kelvin groaned. Joe finished administering his own point and let the rush overcome him. The room spun, and suddenly the drugged boy in front of him triggered a tsunami of lust and aggression. He couldn’t even gather the G or give a booty bump, he just grabbed the poppers from the pile of trash in the bed and with shaky hands untwisted the bottle. Kelvin was in no shape to do it himself, his head still rolling around and his hands feeling his body, reorienting his sense of touch. He moaned at the feeling of his hands on his body. He gave only a slight nod of acknowledgement as Joe stuffed the poppers under his nostril tightly, pinched the other, and made him breathe poppers. Then another. Then another. by the time he let go of the boy’s nose, Kelvin looked more spun than anyone Joe’s seen in his life. He let out a loud moan, drool leaking from his mouth. “daddy!!! Daddy I... I ffeel...I want” Joe took 2 quick whiffs of the poppers himself before he unzipped his pants, ripped Kelvin’s shorts right off, spat all over his 7” ROCK hard dick and poked his way into that smooth fleshy hole. it’s like he got slammed a second time. Both of them collectively groaned in pleasure. Joe quickly globbed more spit onto his shaft to guide it in. Kelvin was tight, like Asians tended to be, but his hole invited Joe’s dick. It still seemed to hurt him though as Joe slid in all the way balls deep. ”OOOO” Kelvin groaned wincing. Joe spat on the boy’s face and ripped his legs wide. His tiny feet and legs looked like they could break in Joe’s hulkish grip. “you know why i hate Asian faggots like you?” Joe grunted, now tweaking and thinking about nothing besides wanting to hurt Kelvin for pleasure. Kelvin looked at him questioningly, spittle dangling from his mouth. “I hate you because you’re nothing but breeding holes. Just whores meant to be used and abused. You’re the lowest of the low. And you let men like ME,” Joe roared, sudddenly thrusting up Kelvin’s gut, making him scream. “Into your pussy. By the time I’m done with you, no one will want you. Now take my dick!” with that, Joe began pounding recklessly. He mounted Kelvin and drove his dick right into his slender frame, one meaty hand covering kelvin’s mouth to stifle his screams while the other grabbed his ankle. The bed was only big enough for the both of them because Joe’s body almost entirely covered Kelvin’s. For 10 long minutes, Joe savagely fucked Kelvin without a word, spitting on him and gagging him with his fingers. Finally, Joe got up to take off his shirt and jeans as Kelvin just laid panting. “Don’t think you’re done yet. We just got started,” Joe growled, scooping his fingers into his bag of crystals and digging up a few shards. He then lathered on some crisco and eased his fingers into kelvin’s loose hole. He fucked it so roughly his hole was just open now and the entrance even felt like pussy lips. He pressed the crystals against kelvin’s insides and watched the boy groan as the burn hit him. “how do you feel boy?” “So...good...more dick please daddy” ”you want more of this dick, whore? Don’t worry you’ll get more of this dick. I bet I got you flying right now. I’m gonna measure us out some G. Just lay right there. Don’t fucking move.” As Joe rummaged for his G bottle and dropper, he reminisced to the days when he was a cop in Detroit. Back then, he violently fucking drugged up twinks and hot babes almost everyday. And he came in all of their pussies, even the women. Then he’d go back to his hot Malaysian girlfriend and dump his load in her pussy. Back then it would’ve been a headache if he knocked her up. There was no chance of that with Kelvin, so he could breed him as much as wanted without consequence. Joe handed Kelvin his G. Together they clinked their cups and downed the G and Gatorade solution. Joe knew Kelvin would feel a warm rush and dizziness in addition to his wild tweaked up stimulated state in only a few minutes. “I need to take a piss,” Joe said suddenly. “Started Feeling it while we were fucking. Gonna piss inside you whore.” ”Chem piss?” Kelvin asked excitedly. Joe nodded. ”you’re gonna get high off of my piss. Hold it all in when I finish, got it bitch?” ”Yes, daddy. I want all your fluids. I wanna keep them in my pussy and get high off it. Please...Mark me as yours with your dick piss spit and cum.” Kelvin looked at me longingly with his dilated pupils. He was sweaty and stinky now, and so was Joe. ”face down ass up,” I ordered. Kelvin flipped around immediately and perked his hole up. He spread his cheeks apart, his way of inviting men in. Joe stuffed the tip of my dick in and began to unload. A lot of the stream dripped onto the bed but who fucking cares?Joe unloaded a huge bladder full and, to his amazement, Kelvin managed to hold in most of it. “on the ground, legs up,” joe ordered again. Kelvin immediately got onto the dirty carpet, his back grinding into the littered trash. He spread his legs as wide as he could and looked up at Joe with begging eyes. Joe stabbed a finger into Kelvin’s hole and the boy lost control. “oh my god it’s coming out!” He cried as a wave of piss splashed out around Joe’s finger. Joe ripped his finger out, slapped Kelvin hard across the face with his piss stained hand and jammed the finger back in. Joe was so strong he could see his handprint on Kelvin’s face. He’d pull it out over and over, watching the piss rip out of kelvin’s hole as the boy moaned. Not a single complaint from being slapped that hard. Just a Yelp of surprise and pain. “Fucking useless faggot, leaking my piss everywhere. I told you to KEEP IT IN!” Joe roared, suddenly mounting Kelvin again and lining his dick up against the Asian twink’s now red glistening cunt. Piss steadily leaked out from open hole. without mercy, Joe plunged in. At this point, Kelvin was flying so hard he was dissociating. He could only look into Joe’s angry eyes, starved for more fucking, lost in how good it felt to be fucked. Just looking at Kelvin’s pleading eyes made Joe excited. He grabbed a dirty sock off the bed and stuffed it in Kelvin’s mouth. Then he spat on the boy’s face and grabbed the boy’s legs open as he throttled him. the room and all trash on the floor tremored with the force of Joe’s thrusts. Kelvin’s body was jammed against the wall at this point, limbs askew, moaning and groaning loudly behind his sock gag. Joe grabbed the poppers and forced it under Kelvin’s nose. “fuck yeah sniff it nice and deep boy,” Joe muttered. “Nice and deep so you can feel real good while daddy tears you up.” Kelvin breathed DEEP and as soon as Joe twisted the cap back on the bottle, he began fucking savagely. He grabbed Kelvin’s tiny throat with one hand and gave it a squeeze causing Kelvin to squirm and attempt to gasp. Joe grinned. “FUCKING TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! DOES IT HURT? AM I HURTING YOU BOY?” Kelvin only looked at him still gagged, tears welling up but not out of fear - Just out of the overwhelming pain of being smacked so hard and being choked and gagged. Joe began taking his dick all the way out and punch fucking Kelvin, tossing his legs in all different positions to fuck him at different angles. Finally, he could feel himself getting close. he raised his head, the veins on his neck bulging, as he put all his energy Into thrusting as fast and deep as he can. Kelvin screamed and bucked under his thrusts. His dick was definitely pulsing and getting even harder as he got close, driving deeper and deeper like he was trying to tear and break whatever was inside of Kelvin. Deeper and deeper and at this time, Joe’s roars of ecstasy started to Drown out Kelvin’s muffled screams. ”TAKE MY BABIES U FUCKING CUMDUMP SLUT!” Joe rammed and trembled for over 15 seconds, squirting ropes of cum into Kelvin with each final thrust. by the time he pulled out, Joe looked at the disheveled wasted and bruised boy, covered in webs of spit and hand marks all over him, tears and drool leaking, and a gaping pussy with yellowish cum leaking out. The floor was Soaked in piss that Joe had fucked out of Kelvin’s hole by force. Joe was disgusted. without a word, Joe got dressed and started looking at his phone to see if he had any customers. Kelvin laid slumped on the floor for several minutes. Joe didn’t even want to drive Kelvin home. He didn’t want to spend another minute around the boy he just bred. After a long silence, someone knocked on the door. Joe grumbled under his breath and checked the peep hole. It was a black man, tall with a belly and heavily bearded. He looked homeless and was missing several teeth. Joe put his gun in his back pocket just in case and opened the door, not caring Kelvin’s naked and used body still laid in plain sight. “I heard you guys fucking from a couple doors down. Can I have him for a bit? Just a bit?” The man asked in a croaked slow voice. Joe wrinkled his nose. ”how much you paying?” ”I don’t have any money.” ”come back when you do,” he said, closing the door. And that’s when he realized he had more plans for Kelvin. This boy was going to be his slave

Part 7 Only days after Cunt (previously Johnny) joined the den, we got 2 new whores and 2 new handlers. And a new place. First came Brian, a 53 year-old middle-aged man who was not quite a bear but stood out among the muscled crew of handlers. Brian is a divorced man who lives out of a room at the Motel 6 owned by Henry. The man is a full redneck daddy: he seemed to only own one pair of faded jeans and always wore a pair of brown leather shoes. On top, he only ever wore a stained wife-beater and sometimes a flannel over it. Brian is a sex addict above anything, which is how we found the sleazy motherfucker. Before living at the motel, he served jailtime after he was caught fucking the shit out of some bitch in an alleyway. She had her fishnet stockings ripped and her thong pulled down, makeup sloppy and smeared, drool hanging from her lip, hair everywhere, and wobbling in her stiletto’s. Brian was fully clothed except for his thick, white, 9-inch pole poking out of his fly and ramming into the girl’s cunt. He had one hand tightly clutching one of her tits under her crop top and the other hand jammed into her mouth while he fucked her. After Brian got out of jail, he wasn’t welcome home anymore. Shortly after, he lost everything in the divorce, including full custody of his 2 teenage daughters. With child support, court fees, motel bills, and his crack addiction, Brian has racked up thousands of dollars in debt. When Henry saw sketchy guys coming in and out of Brian’s room, he knew Brian had started selling crack. Then he referred him to us, and to save money, Brian moved in. The den was getting pretty stuffed. Cunt had gotten sick on his second week from how badly abused his body and probably the sheer filth he’s constantly living in. Being one of my whores is hard on the body for sure. We decided to give Cunt a long rest where he got a space on the mattress. Brent would bring him food every day and keep him well groomed. The two of them got the bed in the main room together so that the others didn’t get sick. Brent didn’t mind getting sick with Cunt. At 4PM one day, I came from getting Cunt his biweekly waxing and tanning and saw Brent spooning Cunt. Brent was fully clothed, while Cunt was only in a jockstrap, as per the house rules. Brent was keeping him warm. He’d grown especially affectionate for Cunt, and I was getting concerned something was going on there. I decided to wait and see – as long as Brent and Cunt were both making me money, I didn’t give a fuck. Later that night, Brian arrived with 2 suitcases. He had no car, so Henry had given them a ride. They both came in. Henry had already informed me of the situation. “Welcome, man,” I said. I didn’t mean it. We only had one bed and a mattress, which means if Brian was going to be a handler, then the whores were gonna get the floor. “Nice to be here,” Brian responded unenthusiastically. No honor amongst thieves; I just didn’t trust the guy. Fortunately, Brian’s suitcase contained several pounds of crack, some wrapped pipes, a couple loose pairs of underwear and socks, and a couple pairs of dirty underwear he stole from women he fucked. The other suitcase contained $5,000 in cash. I saw how this was going to work. Brian was going to be my main crack sell. And it was good to have such a supply in the house at all times. Henry brought some sheets and pillows from the motel that he tossed onto the floor. That was for more sleeping/fucking space. He was going to sleep on the sheet in the main room while I got the mattress in the den with Faggot. Cunt and Brent would sleep in my bed. Brian’s eyes looked around the room and settled on the sleeping Cunt. He mostly preferred fucking women and trannies, but he has fucked countless boys to satisfy his sexual appetite when the others were scarce. Cunt had a perfectly smooth and shiny olive skin that was completely exposed. I sensed danger. “$200,” I demanded. “If you wanna fuck that boy right now.” “WHAT!” Brian barked. “That little whore is probably worth $20 at most. I don’t pay for fags.” Unpleasant dude. “Boy is sick, and if you fuck him now he’s gonna be sick for even longer and we’re gonna lose money. Besides, if you wanna fuck him, you have to get his permission.” I nodded over to Brent, who was peacefully asleep with his boy in his arms. “YO! BRENT!” Brent didn’t wake up. Before I knew it, I saw Brian throw two hundred dollar bills on the bed, crawl into the bed practically crushing Cunt who lazily woke up, and started groping him and licking him. Henry whistled. “I don’t think he’s fucked all day,” Henry said. “Guy was talking about how excited he was there were little fag boys here.” “Well, fuck. Cunt’s in trouble, but I got my money. Brent might kick his ass.” I said. I needed to make sure nothing bad happened, but Brian was already trouble. “Who are you? Please…stop,” Cunt moaned, still groggy from sleep, but Brian seemed to barely notice he said anything. Before he could grasp what was happening, Brian began slobbering all over Cunt’s face and kissing him aggressively. Cunt tried to move his face away, but at this point Brent was stirring. “Yo…what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! THIS BOY IS MINE, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” “Yeah good morning, you fucking idiot. Looks like you’re losing control of your boy, but don’t worry. The man dropped 200 to have him and it’s on the bed somewhere,” I said, standing there just watching Brian molest Cunt. All of a sudden, I heard screaming from the Den. “AGGHHH! AHHH! AHHHH! NNGGG! AHHH! HELP!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID FAGGOT! YOU SCREAM ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” It was Henry’s voice, which had quickly changed from his usual jovial tone to a menacing, violent one. “MMMMMMFFF!” a muffled scream. “SHUT!” Loud smack that sounded like it broke some cheekbones. “MMMF!MMMMF!” “THE!” Second loud smack. “FUCK!” Third loud smack. “UP!” Fourth loud smack. The door to the Den was open. I rushed in and saw Henry raping Faggot. I actually got worried because it’s been a while since I heard Faggot scream like that, and I thought I might have had to actually tell Henry to back off. A bottle of maximum impact and a $50 bill was right next to Faggot’s knees on the mattress. I assumed Henry had sprayed the bottle into the dirty towel he pressed tightly against Faggot’s face. Faggot was struggling to breathe, only inhaling the chemicals of the drug. His eyes widened in alarm and arousal and he instantly seemed to start fading and losing control. Henry’s other hand was gripped around Faggot’s throat tight enough to choke him to death. “HEY! HEY, YOU’RE GONNA KILL THE KID!” I barked, wrestling Henry off of Faggot. What has gotten into the man today? Henry fell backwards, his dick ripping out of the blond twink’s little pink hole. Drops of old cum splashed out of his newly formed rosebud. Faggot collapsed, tears in his eyes. He was beyond fucked up and just trying to catch his breath, but his eyes were filled with panic and fear. “WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?” I roared. “WHAT’S GOTTEN INTO YOU?” I rushed over to Faggot, throwing the dirty towel aside, and picking him up gently into my arms. Tears were now streaming down his face, and he looked up at me with those helpless blue eyes as if to beg for forgiveness for causing me to intervene. Is this how Brent felt for Cunt being sick? Am I starting to feel for the kid? “Sorry, bro,” Henry said, almost as if waking up from a dream. “He just looked so sexy and it made me so violent all of a sudden. Might be all the crack that I smoked with Brian today. Haven’t busted a nut in 4 days. Sorry, man. And…sorry to you too, bitch.” Faggot’s eyes haven’t moved from me. “It’s alright, bro. You can fuck this boy up, but you can’t kill him. He’s OK. Give him a second. And when he seems alright, you can fuck him again. You can still abuse the shit out of him, just make sure you tweak him up first and don’t do anything that might kill him, alright? He’s fragile. I’ve injured the kid a lot just from regular fucking.” It’s true. While his skin was mostly still glossy, Faggot was covered in bruises and sometimes even sported a black eye. “Are you ok, babe?” I said tenderly, now turning my attention to the boy in my arms. I kissed him on the lips gently. “Daddy…” he squealed weakly. His voice trembled. The boy wasn’t alright, but his breath was coming back. I gently laid him back down on the mattress and pocketed the 50 bucks. I nodded to Henry. “Go service your john, slut. You’re ok now. He paid for the full hour and if you don’t respect him just because he got a little too rough, you’re going to get a real beating from me and this next hour is going to hurt like fucking hell.” Faggot’s eyes pleaded with me. He was too scared to even look at Henry. The boy had just gotten back from grooming and was minding his own business when Henry just stormed in and took him by force. I didn’t care, though. Henry, this time, calmly saddled back up to Faggot, who inched forward instinctively. Henry grabbed the boy and pulled him back into him. He lined his dick, which was just hanging out of his jeans, right at Faggot’s hole. He looked down and just dropped a few globs of spit before pushing right in. “OW!” Faggot cried. He grimaced, struggling to relax while Henry continued to push forward. He quickly shut up, though, as he sensed that any more complaints may get him more punishment. Feeling guilty, Henry began kissing Faggot’s neck as he pumped him. “Baby, baby,” he said sensually in Faggot’s ear. “I’m sorry baby. You just make me so horny and it made me want to do bad things to you. It’s because you’re too beautiful, baby. Forgive me?” Faggot craned his back to look at Henry. “Yeah, of course. Fuck me, sir,” he said. “Good boy,” Henry groaned, kissing him deeply while he began picking up the pace of his thrusts. Faggot moaned softly and turned back forward as Henry kept kissing him all over. The fucking never stopped, but at this point, getting fucked hard is just an indispensable pleasure for Faggot. “Good boy! I love you, baby,” Henry moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head with pleasure as he continued to pump straight into Faggot. “I love you so much, baby. I’m just gonna make love to you today, ok? Hey. Kiss me baby.” Faggot knew this was wrong. Whether it was his choice or not, he knew he’d get punished later for having intimate, affectionate sex with a john. He was only allowed to show love for me. However, he couldn’t turn Henry down since he was his whore for the hour, so I made a mental note to really fuck him up when Henry was done. I walked back out to see how Cunt was doing. 2 socks were stuffed in his mouth and he was bouncing up and down on Brian’s cock. Both of Brian’s hands were wrapped around Cunt’s neck to hold him in place while he pumped mercilessly into the little Latino twink. Meanwhile, Cunt’s delicate hands were clasped tightly around Brian’s hands, weakly trying to pry them off. Cunt’s cries were gargled by the socks, but tears had surfaced in his eyes as Brian fucked up into him, alternating between jackhammering into him and just pounding him deep. “Mmmph,” he squealed weakly in resignation, his head lolling over to the side. He looked helplessly over at Brent, who was sitting in the corner smoking a cigarette and watching Cunt in silence, showing no signs of intervening. As much as he took care of Cunt earlier, he stopped giving a shit about Cunt’s well-being as soon as he got paid. “Just gonna leave him? He seems to be asking for your help,” I said. “Fuck man, I just made $200 and all I have to do is let this guy fuck him? If he wasn’t sick, I’d let him take him for the night.” Brent turned to Cunt and spat towards the bed, which was squeaking violently with Brian’s pounding. “You better get used to it, Cunt. I’m not gonna help you. I’m just going to sit back and enjoy the view.” A shit-eating grin spread on Brent’s face as more tears streamed down Cunt’s face. “Such a fucking nice hole. So fucking nice. He’s so fucking tight I bet it hurts,” Brian grunted as he fucked. He pressed his mustache to the nape of Cunt’s neck and whispered, “No one’s going to help you, bitch. I went to jail for fucking a whore I paid good money for, and I wasn’t even hurting her. I should’ve raped her and beaten her. So, you know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna rape you for my pleasure and you better get used to it, because no one’s coming to save you here. I fucking hate whores like you. And you’re a fucking faggot too. Fucking worthless piece of shit. Yo, give him some of my crack.” He let go of Cunt’s neck and ripped the socks out from his mouth. The boy gasped for air. Brent was there promptly with a packed crack pipe and slipped it straight into the boy’s lips. The first good thing to happen to the boy. He eagerly drained the crack as hard as he could. It was some strong stuff. “Holy…holy shit,” he cried. “Holy shit too... too much! Fffuck I’m too high…. Fff” “You guys are sick,” I laughed. My dick was getting hard just watching Brian use the boy. “Alright boys, I gotta make a delivery. Yo Brent, don’t let him break the boy, alright? Remember he’s sick.” “I’ll make sure he rests after this crazy motherfucker is done raping him. Actually, you know what?” Brent stood up, waddled over, slipped his basketball shorts down to his ankles revealing his fully hard cock that Cunt only knew too well by now. “Gag on it, whore.” At that moment, I heard loud yelping from the Den. “FUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK ME, SIR! FUCK ME HARD!” Faggot cried. That was the signal he had just taken a real deep blow of poppers. “YEAH, BABY? YOU WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARD? DAMN, YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING FAGGOT! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU HARD, BABY! I’M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD I’M GONNA BREAK THIS LITTLE PUSSY!” “FUCK YEAH, DADDY! FUCK ME I LOVE IT!” “YEAAAAHHHH, BABY YEAHHH! I LOVE YOU BABY! I WANT YOU TO HAVE MY BABIES! DO YOU WANT MY BABIES, BOY?” “FUCK YEAH! FUCK ME OVER AND OVER UNTIL YOU KNOCK ME UP, SIR!” Hearing this, Brent rushed into the Den, crushing over all the garbage and swooping onto Faggot. “LET ME IN THAT HOLE!” he roared. “MOVE OVER, LET ME GET UNDER HIM!” “Fuck yeah, get in here Papi!” Henry exclaimed excitedly. “AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Faggot’s pained boyish voice rang above Brent and Henry’s mutual groans of pleasure. This was followed by gurgled screams followed by a battery of smacking sounds. As soon as Brent joined the fray, there were slaps on the face, spanks on his ass, a full chokehold, fingers down his throat, and a fistful of golden hair all happening at the same time. Henry had just been enjoying sex with Faggot now they had made up after he nearly killed the boy, but that intimate encounter quickly changed now that the two men realized how much damage they could do together. Four hands were striking all over the boy out of nowhere, accompanied by spit flying from both men. Faggot’s eyes looked helpless, but by now I could tell he was enjoying it. Fuck my delivery. I wasn’t about to be the only man in my own house not having sex. I rushed over to Cunt’s now empty mouth, unzipped my fly, and shoved my dick into his mouth. “Suck it,” I ordered, grabbing his head and pushing him down. I held him there until he gagged so hard he almost vomited. I pulled him up for a breath, and then started fucking his face. Brian started fucking harder. I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like Brian had never tried to fuck this hard in his life. And he always fucked hard. Every thrust wasn’t deep enough, didn’t pound him hard enough. Cunt’s mouth was so wet, and I was already so hard from the whole scene that I quickly got close. And good god, the boy started really sucking his best. As much as he feared us, Cunt had begun to enjoy giving us pleasure. “I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. I pulled out of his throat and immediately squirted several ropes of thick cum all over the boy’s face. A little bit got into his eye, and he squealed with the burn. “Fuck yeah, whore, look at all that cum on your face. Get over here,” Brian ordered, pulling the boy’s face to his and slobbering all over it. He spat harshly on him, mixing it with my cum slurping and spreading it all over his face and neck. He then pulled Cunt off his dick, threw the boy onto his stomach, jumped onto him and started humping him instantly. He jammed his dick into Cunt’s hole in one aggressive thrust, eliciting another cry, and slammed Cunt’s face into the mattress. He rammed like a predator devouring his helpless prey. “FUUUUCK YEAH! FUCK IT FEELS GOOD! Are you ready, whore? Are you ready?” He growled. He halted his onslaught, pulled out of the hole with a “plop” sound of the head, and then slammed back in and started fucking him like a savage animal. Even fully clothed except for his dick, Brian looked like an angry beast and Cunt looked like a corpse he was scavenging. His eyes had glazed over as if he was in shock, but tears mixing in with my cum. Brian seemed to continue fucking Cunt for what seemed like an eternity until he finally groaned in his ear, “I’m gonna cum in you, bitch.” “Here. You. FUCKING GO!” And with that, Brian surged forward and convulsed violently. Cunt’s cum-stained face came to life as he discovered a new pain he hadn’t known before. Brian was so deep it broke the second ring by force. He emitted several high-pitched screams as Brian bucked deeper and deeper. “Ahhhhh…. Ahhhh fuck yeah… fuck,” Brian groaned with relief, ignoring Cunt’s screams. A pleased smile broke out on his face. He collapsed onto Cunt, eyes closed. “My hour’s not over yet, bitch. Don’t think you’re done. Give me a minute and you’re about to get round 2 and I’m gonna give it everything I got.” Part 8 coming next

Sorry for posting part 5 twice, and sorry again for such a long part 6. I wrote it in 2 very separate occasions, so it came out huge. Part 6 I couldn’t believe how fast this fuck den is getting filled up. Days after Brent showed up, he had a genius idea. “Hire” escorts from advertisements to work for us full-time. Since he was working on getting Johns for Faggot, it would reduce the competition and bring the money to us. After talking to this gorgeous Latino party twink named Johnny for a few days, he decided it was a good idea to bring him over. Johnny was a 19 year-old bag-chaser and a street whore who found a different man to stay with every night if he could. He’d been on the streets for over 2 days straight now. The boy wanted $200 for his time, but of course, we had no intention of paying him. On a Tuesday night at 2 AM, Johnny showed up in ripped jeans, kicks, and a V-neck. Brent and I had ski masks on just in case. When he rang the bell, Brent opened the door, and the second he was inside, I grabbed the boy and wrestled him onto my mattress of a bed. “What the fuck! What the fuck are you guys doing?” Johnny yelled, but there was no way he could resist against my giant muscular build. I was a lot taller than his 5’8” frame and my rock-solid arms were as thick as his legs. Brent wasted no time jumping onto the bed to tie his arms and legs together while I held him down. When he was fully restrained, we gagged him with a sock. “Turn off his phone and throw it away,” I ordered. Brent pulled out the kid’s phone and did just that, but he didn’t stop there. He went through his wallet and took out all $6 of cash he had in there and flipped through the pockets for any drugs. He learned fast. Johnny kept trying to struggle, but I pinned him under my body weight even with his bonds. “Prep the point,” I instructed. Brent wasted no time. We had one ready already, a good .35 for the little guy. Enough to send him flying, not enough to kill him. I took a belt and tied it hard around Johnny’s arm, and he suddenly stopped resisting. That’s right – he knew it was Tina and he wanted it. “If you wanna live, don’t move an inch,” I growled into his ear. Brent came up next to him, found a puffy vein, and stuck the needle in. He pulled up a flash of red and then slowly, slowly, slowly… I watched my protégé drug our new property expertly. I had him practice on Faggot a couple times when we had Johns lined up. I ripped the sock from the boy’s mouth to let him cough it out as he spun into a new dimension. His eyes darted around in every direction and he trembled violently underneath me. Without giving him a chance to recover, we took him to the Cave. The two of us carried him together in our arms like a piece of furniture. Johnny’s tweaked eyes bulged even wider in surprise when he saw Faggot on his stomach with his ass in the air being plowed by a huge black guy built like a bodybuilder. He looked like he was over twice Faggot’s size, and his dick was so big it looked almost unnatural going in and out of the boy’s tiny body. Faggot was screaming through the sock in his mouth. The black man looked at us briefly as we entered and then resumed as if we weren’t even there. The mattress in the room wasn’t big enough for all of us, so Johnny was gonna get the floor. We weren’t going to risk this boy biting our dicks. I crawled underneath him and placed him on top of my dick, lining it up against his smooth hole. Brent untied his feet and opened up his ankles so that he could slide down on my dick. He took a rag, poured some poppers on it, then shoved it in Johnny’s face, holding it there for a few seconds while I lowered him all the way down. Then, without mercy, I started pumping up into him. The tweaked little whore was so fucked up he was clearly enjoying it immensely, having completely forgotten the situation he was in. The black john looked over, clearly turned on, picking up his pace as he saw how hard I was fucking the little Latino twink. Now it was Brent’s turn. I slowed down my pace as he greased up his cock and lined it up to his hole. Johnny tried to kick around in alarm, but Brent held his legs hard. More poppers to his face, then when he removed it, Brent spat hard in his face and squeezed his dick into that little hole. It was tight, but it plopped in, and fuck it felt amazing. Since he had the direct angle, I let Brent pump him hard. Johnny howled at first but it turned into pleasure so quickly. At this point, the black john was in heat and started bucking wildly in Faggot, who was howling between breaths. The room resonated with the sounds of both boys just moaning and screaming as they were getting fucked. Brent leaned in, teasing our new boy with a possible kiss before giving him a wet lick. “You like those 2 cocks in you, fucking piece of shit?” Johnny simply moaned, “Yeahh~h!” He was coming down from his slam and riding out into a smooth dizzying high from both the tina and the poppers. He must’ve been in euphoria because it seems like he even forgot what was happening to him. That’s right; he had just come to an elusive backdoor den in the poor part of Philly by himself to meet a john and ended up being kidnapped, drugged, and raped. He barely even noticed Faggot and the black hulk enjoying him just a few feet away, and they sure barely noticed us. Brent beamed. “I’m gonna take that little hole now, alright? This is gonna hurt,” he said with a sadistic smile. Johnny whimpered in acceptance. Wow. Brent and I made eye contact and I beamed with approval. Just the other day I didn’t wanna put up with another mouth to feed and here I am like a proud father with my dick squeezed next to his in the same hole. I made sure to stay still so that Brent had full range of motion and control. After giving Johnny one tender kiss to prepare him, Brent pulled his face away and started thrusting his pelvis. He climbed up into a squat position and leaned forward so he could get in at that angle while my cock was lodged below. One hand clutching Johnny’s sweat-soaked hair and the other roughly grabbing a handful of the twink’s small pec. Brent grunted once loudly as he began to buck. His cock went in directly horizontal and hard. I felt it against my cock and I know it did not curve with the shape of the boy’s insides. Instead, it just rammed against the soft flesh walls without regard, stabbing it like a knife without any regard for where the blows land. All Brent knew was that it felt good. “AHHH!!!” Johnny cried out. “AHHHHH!” His face twisted with pain and shock, which in normal circumstances would make a top hesitate. In my house, though, things work out differently. Even more aroused by Johnny’s tortured expression, Brent’s face lit up like a little boy discovering a new toy he got for Christmas. His response was to whip his hand from the boy’s chest to his throat and slapping him several times across the face. “SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!” he barked, then fucked him harder and faster. He knew that thrusting in and beating up the flesh inside at that angle was what was causing the pain, but he just did it deeper, harder, and faster. He only made sure not to pull out too much in order to stay in the hole. Of course, this made it impossible for Johnny to shut up. In fact, he screamed. “SHUT UP!” we roared in unison. I jammed my fingers down Johnny’s throat from behind with one hand and just covered the lower half of my face the best I could with my other hand. His screams turned into loud but muffled gargles, which were all he could manage with my fingers down his throat and Brent’s hand around his neck. “SHUT UP! I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “IF YOU DON’T SHUT THE FUCK UP I’M GONNA BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU! JUST TAKE THOSE DICKS, THAT’S ALL YOU’RE GOOD FOR!” Brent roared. Johnny tried to quiet his gargle to a faint whimper as his hole started getting used to Brent’s pounding. He still squealed every time Brent thrust in all the way – it’s fucking impossible not to. Even if his body was learning to accept it, pain is pain, and Brent’s onslaught was like a battering ram refusing to quit. “What did I say, bitch?” he growled as Johnny winced after a particular thrust. He loosened his grip around the boy’s neck to give him breath and a moment of relief. My fingers were still jammed down his throat so he couldn’t speak. He just gargled in response, and Brent spat in his eye. “I said to SHUT UP! WHY ARE YOU STILL SQUEALING LIKE A FUCKING BITCH?” “Awww, the slut can’t help screaming because we’re hurting him. Is that right, baby?” I whispered in Johnny’s ear, hiding my sinister glee with feigned concern and affection. “Does it hurt, baby?” Johnny nodded, tears and snot down his eyes now from having gagged on my fingers for so long. His body was in overdrive from the choking, the smacking, the gagging, the hair-pulling, and the rough double fucking. The black man on the mattress had moved Faggot around and forced him to watch Johnny. Faggot was moaning loudly through his sock gag, but his eyes were glazed over and he just watched the scene with tweaked focus. Realizing that he was putting on a show, Brent decided to go all out. With both strong hands grasped around Johnny’s throat as he gasped for air, Brent lunged forward and started slobbering and nibbling all over Johnny’s face, ears, jaw, and chin. I could smell the heavy familiar scent of the Marlboro Reds Brent smoked constantly from the globs of spit now coating and dribbling on Johnny’s face. Struggling even to breathe, Johnny was completely incapable of even verbally reacting to Brent licking and slobbering over him like a wild rabid dog. After a few seconds, Brent released Johnny’s neck and he gasped one big breath of air before getting a hard slap across the face from Brent. I looked over at Faggot. My beautiful blond beach boy who not long ago was on that same mattress making out with me. Just this morning, he woke up with me alone wrapped around him, holding him in my arms. Now, it’s deep in the middle of the night and it was clear I wasn’t going to be spending the night with him tonight. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and his gaze was full of want and jealousy. While a stranger hurt his raw pussy, I was hurting him by forcing him to watch me have amazing sex with some random slut and not even giving him the time of day while I let this thug tear his sweet little cunt with his raw BBC. I smirked and started pumping upwards and curving back into Johnny’s hole. I kept eye contact with Faggot for a while until I started getting close from all the friction my dick was getting from both Brent’s dick and Johnny’s pussy walls. Then I looked away as my eyes rolled back into my head as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I grabbed a fistful of Johnny’s hair and pulled his head back. Suddenly all my attention went to Johnny as I neared climax. Everyone knew I was about to cum. My body couldn’t make it more obvious as I groaned loudly with pleasure all of a sudden and my face twisted in depraved pleasure. My whole body bucked and I struggled to ravage Johnny however I could. With my free hand, I clutched Johnny’s throat like it was just an inanimate object, no concern at all for his pain and ability to breathe. The boy gagged feebly, his eyes looking dead and hopeless as he realized he couldn’t avoid or resist the abuse because we weren’t hurting him to punish him; we do it to him because we enjoy it and because we can. Suddenly excited by my manic attempts to hurt the boy, Brent began slapping him in rapid succession with his right hand and grabbed Johnny’s tiny ankle with his left to pull it as wide as possible. His face winced in pain as I egged on, “SLAP HIM HARDER, COME ON! HARDER!” Brent started viciously beating Johnny’s face. I couldn’t see Johnny’s face from the thrashing; I could only see the crazed look on Brent’s face. He was grinning with his mouth because he was having the time of his life, but his eyes were cold and angry. I realized if I choked the boy any longer, he’d be in danger. Luckily for him, a burn of pleasure erupted from my dick and suddenly any moans were drowned out by my explosive, animalistic roar interrupted by my sudden bellowing of, “TAKE MY BABIES UP YOUR STUPID CUNT, FUCKING DIRTY WHORE!” After my dick finished pulsing and I felt the thick warm wetness start to flood the cavities around our dicks, I mellowed down and laid back while Brent did everything as hard as he could. “You’re not done yet, bitch,” he growled, assaulting the poor freshly bred whore who couldn’t even respond to all the roughness anymore. He slapped, he bit, he kissed, he spit, he choked, and he thrust as violently as he could. He was soaked in sweat and panting from how hard of a workout this marathon fuck was – even an athlete would be worn out. Brent refused to let his body stop him though. He was determined to go even harder, his eyes blackening with malice. He was Marino’s son alright. Hell, Marino probably was just like this when he conceived this son of a bitch. Brent’s mom was probably tossed aside like a beaten up rag after Marino was done with her, a gift forcibly deposited in her vagina that would later grow up to an eagerly violent thug. Johnny squealed like a pig at the slaughter, his face covered in red from all the smacking. Drool, snot, and tears leaked from his face everywhere, dangling from his chin. They dripped over a shiny sheen of Brent’s dried spit. He was definitely gonna have some scary-looking hickies and choke marks all over his neck. The whole time, Brent’s dick sliced and punched the boy’s now wet and loose hole, making loud squish sounds as he mashed the boy’s juicy flesh. My now soft dick slipped out, letting Brent have full reign over where his dick struck. Watching Brent has changed how I saw him completely. When he first came here, I thought of him as probably a dumb and naive fuckboy eager to do whatever to live hard and fast. He was so good-looking and still young I even considered turning him into another whore. I never would’ve thought the guy would seamlessly cooperate with the shit that I do, even enthusiastically go above and beyond in this life of sin. He fucked continuously and grunted deeply with each thrust as Johnny started to experience only pleasure in his hole. It was so wet and loose it was like just a flesh pole of pure pleasure plunging in and out of him. The boy was no longer screaming, only softly moaning while he looked lazily at Brent. I recognized this – sometimes after using Faggot too hard at first, he will sink into a state of absolute heaven when I fuck him normally. I was surprised to find I enjoyed his pleasure too. Even though I degrade him so hard, at the end of the day, making him feel good made him love sex. Made him love me. But Johnny was experiencing sex that gave him pure physical bliss without an ounce of passion or intimacy. Unceremoniously, Brent grunted under his breath that he was close. With a couple extra heavy thrusts, he dumped his nut in Johnny, who barely reacted. When he pulled out, he pulled his pants back up and we both stood up to restrain our newly Christened property together. The room was quiet now. Faggot’s john was taking a long break from fucking and now they were making out heatedly, bodies intertwined. Or, rather, it looked like the black man’s body was swallowing up the little smooth body. I casually realized that Faggot is no victim. Of course he’s completely hooked on drugs now and has had no interaction with anyone besides me and random men he will quickly forget, so it was inevitable he’d become attached to me. That, and I fucking know I’m a handsome rugged stud and sexual attraction and love can be confusing, especially for a cracked out and frequently raped little whore like him who knows very little else. I looked over at him, just kissing this man who paid for him like they were passionate lovers. I could tell he didn’t care any more about Johnny’s well-being than we did; he’s practically forgotten Johnny is still here! There wasn’t an ounce of kinship between whores, even though they were in the same situation now. That was good for me. “Nobody’s gonna come looking for you, you fucking faggot,” Brent said, addressing that exact point. “I made sure before meeting you that you haven’t been in touch with your family for a while, remember? You thought I was curious about your personal life? Nah, you chose drugs over them and you’re on your own, remember? But now you’ll have plenty of drugs, and we’re going to take care of you.” We chained him with a leash on the pole right next to Faggot’s. Johnny didn’t resist at all. He was completely limp and breathing staggered breaths, having lost all hope of mercy or rescue immediately in just one hour of sex. He watched Faggot, disinterested, and gently grazed his completely shrunken dick in arousal. It’s all he knew to do. “We gotta give the new boy a name. And a tattoo,” I said. I clapped a hand on Brent’s shoulder, and his demeanor lightened up, now finally interacting with me after having been entirely fixated on using Johnny this whole time. Back to reality, or whatever our version of reality is. “Uh…yeah. Now?” “Better now than any other time. You pick the name since you’re the one who sourced him. You did a fucking fantastic job and I’m gonna make sure I tell your dad what you’ve done.” “How about just call him Cunt?” “Alright, Cunt’s his name,” I said, smiling. Brent smiled back, and we had a brief brotherly moment borne from our promising partnership in crime. “You hear that?” he yelled at Cunt. “Your new name is Cunt and my name doesn’t fucking matter because you will only call me Master or Sir. And this guy who was also inside you just now OWNS you now, got it? You better get started on forgetting your old name, because soon you won’t remember what life was like being you were just Cunt. A worthless cunt to fuck named Cunt. What just happened to you is going to be your daily life now, only there will be other men too. If you want your drugs, you earn it with that body, got it?” Johnny looked up at Brent and spoke for the first time in a long time. “Yes.” SLAP. “YES, WHAT?” “Yes, sir,” Cunt moaned weakly. SLAP. “Good boy,” Brent said. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. While the rest of the world slept, Cunt turned from a one of the most handsome albeit weathered Colombian boys to walk the scene to the sorry unrecognizable mess he is now. A sock dangling half off of one foot, mouth hanging open, eyes vacillating between exhaustion and flashes of wired tweakiness. Fluid everywhere. His carefully gelled hair now stuck up in broken oily patches from where we grabbed it. We wouldn’t show it, but we were just as fucking exhausted as Cunt. It had been a long night of physical exertion. “Where do I sleep tonight? Floor?” Brent asked, clearly hoping it wouldn’t be the case. “We’re both really big dudes. We can’t both fit on your bed. That blond bitch is with a customer for the night, so they’ll be taking the mattress.” “Nah, take the bed. You earned it,” I said with genuine pride. “Where are you gonna sleep, boss?” he asked. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll knock out when there’s an opening somewhere. You did all the work tonight, kid. It’s like you were born for this shit. Sleep as long as you want and don’t worry about me.” Of course, I wasn’t saying all this without any motive. Brent did a quick brush of his teeth and then collapsed on the bed still dressed. He was out in seconds. The Cave was silent, but the mattress squeaking suggested that Faggot was getting fucked again. I snuck in. The two were laying next to each other, the john just casually thrusting into Faggot with his huge cock as he laid with his eyes mostly closed, relaxed. I guess he was determined enough to get his money’s worth that he was going to fuck until he fell asleep. Faggot’s eyes were open a crack, a sliver of his charming blue iris still visible but pretty much lifeless. He was also completely wiped, but he wouldn’t be able to sleep with such a big dick rubbing his insides, even if it wasn’t rough. He was still stunningly beautiful, no matter what sorry state he’s in, but the energetic innocent boy I met on the street corner was almost completely dead and replaced with a shell of a sex toy that only knew pleasure and not even who he was anymore. I wonder how much of his life before being here he’s already forgotten. All I know is this black man whose name I either forgot or never even knew is just going to be one more blurry memory for him that takes him one step farther from boyhood. Now, Cunt. Cute little smooth jaw, clear skin, those boyish eyes and lips. Mindlessly jerking his limp dick watching Faggot and his john, not even realizing that he was looking at his future. According to Brent, he hasn’t spoken to his family in 4 years after they found out about him being gay and his drug addiction. Now, he has a roof over his head at all times. In exchange… ….I ran my fingers up his inner thigh, gently caressing those used and wet red lips. My finger practically fell into his hole. It was greeted instantly by warm cream. Cunt looked up at me, his eyes almost a little hopeful. “Mmm, such a nice pussy baby,” I groaned softly, my face inching closer to his so that he could feel my hot breath against his cheek. He whimpered ever so slightly, “Yeah, Daddy?” “Yeah,” I said, evil grin stretching on my face. It was actually the first thing he said to me directly. Considering a couple hours ago, I threatened his life if he didn’t stay still and let us point him with T and then I raped him and almost choked him out, I was surprised to hear him call me Daddy, a sign that he accepted me. It seemed like he forgot all that trauma and now this tender moment was all that mattered. I gently rubbed my finger all over the insides of that pink hole, churning the cum. My fully-clothed but still overheated body pressing against his naked flesh, which was getting cold on the bare concrete. His tiny hands groped at my tattooed muscles, holding onto me like a newborn baby needing protection. I knew he was happy to have me keep him warm, and no matter how fucked up he was, he knew that it comes at a price. I gently kissed him, really tasting him and slurping him slowly with my tongue, then smooching him softly, our lips both wet and sticky. I didn’t bother to check if Faggot was looking, nor did I give a shit. Right now, I was just happy. Happy to welcome Brent into the family, happy to have an extra body to make money from, and happy that I can enjoy myself while an anonymous man pays me to use my other whore. And Cunt was going to make me happy until morning. My dick was rock hard again. “Take these poppers, baby. Huff until you don’t think you can take them anymore, alright cutie? Daddy’s gonna take care of you, but first I need you to take care of Daddy, OK?” “Yes, Daddy.” Whore. Did you already forget that just now I almost crushed your windpipe from choking you, demanded Brent smack you harder, and rammed my raw cock in you as violently as I could all at the same time? He obeyed and poppered up, 4 deep sniffs in each nostril and I had to cap it for him because he was just spinning. Head lolling side to side, eyes unable to focus on me and unfocusing into the distance, blubbering and slurring his words. “Fffr….Fuck me daddy…Please? I..I want…need dick!” he moaned, suddenly looking desperate. I pulled my finger out and glided my cock in, straight to the balls. “Unhh…. Yeah….yeah…,” he moaned, his face lighting up gently with a soft but tired joy. “You gonna be my little Cunt, baby? Let me do what I want with you baby?” I whispered, kissing the nape of his neck as I pumped him slowly but deeply. All the way out to the tip, then all the way back in to the hilt. And then pulsed and try to squeeze in even just a little more to go deeper. Again and again. And again, but this time I punched it in and he yelped with a mixture of pain, pleasure, and surprise. “Daddy..!” “Daddy’s gonna hurt you now, ok baby? Can you let daddy beat your pussy up some more?” “Yes, Daddy. Please beat up my pussy,” he moaned. He looked up at me with baby dog eyes, and fuck!! That’s how Faggot looks at me when we have sex! These dumb sluts adore me, and it’s so cute it just makes me want to rape them with as much force as I can. My dick is long, and when punch fucking, it goes really deep. I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I’m gonna go REALLY deep. REALLY hard. I began thrusting savagely into Cunt, quickly wiping the look of adoration in his eyes and replacing it with surprised screams as I hit that painful spot all the way at the end of his canal at bullet speed. “AHH! AHH AHHHHH! Ahh—ahhhAHHH!” Each especially hard thrust elicited a cry of pain. I heard Faggot start to moan from behind me too, and the mattress springs squeaking. I guess I woke up the black man who had slowly drifted off with Faggot, and he just started fucking. Faggot had also passed out from exhaustion and suddenly was jerked awake from being penetrated. I took a peek. “FUCK that Faggot. Your time’s up with him at 8AM so hurry up and fuck the shit out of that dumb slut,” I said. Acknowledging me with a grunt, the black man flipped Faggot onto his stomach, pounced on top of him, and just rammed down into him like a pogo stick. Faggot’s blue eyes flickered with a glow of life as the sudden rough sex was euphoric for his used wet hole. After making sure that Faggot was not going to get off easy today, I turned back to Cunt and gave it my all too. The rougher I pounded, the harder he pounded. From just fast pogo stick fucking to really loud smacks as he shoved the entire thing in hard in deep forceful and almost reckless thrusts. The beautiful blond boy underneath him cried out each time the big black dick hit the end of where it could hit. Wherever it was, it hurt. He was jamming his giant tool straight into the soft walls of his rectum any way he could instead of going up inside the natural direction of his hole. Not wanting Faggot’s moans to be louder than Cunt’s, I got competitive and mean. I didn’t think about trying to give it my all, I just fucked animalistically, which is what I do better than anything else I’ve ever tried. Over 10” of hard bone, even if it’s not thick and his hole is stretched, can do a lot of damage when I just let me feral instincts take over. I don’t even realize how hard I’m going until I suddenly look down at Cunt and he has a perpetual pained look on his face and is howling at a rapid staccato in rhythm with my fucking. His noises were a little deeper than Faggot’s, who sounds exactly like a girl when he screams. Together, the room suddenly exploded in sound of boys getting impaled harder than they were ready for. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA BREED THAT FUCKING ASS!” the black man cried behind me. He closed his eyes hard and shoved in extra hard a couple times. Faggot SCREAMED. “AHH! TOO DEEP!!! TOO HARD!” he yelled. He’s taken a lot, but I know with that angle and force, there’s no way the john wouldn’t hurt him. He was probably doing it intentionally to him because his cries of pain aroused him and brought him closer to climax. “Take it ARRRGH!” the black man groaned, thrusting it all the way in and then just throbbing in place. He shuddered on top of Faggot, who was still screaming because the hard throbbing deep in his hole was especially painful. And then the cum shot in even deeper. The man quickly got dressed and left, having already paid me when he came in. Hearing Faggot yell “too hard” for the first time in a long time brought out something in me that I didn’t even know was there. I started pounding Cunt against the wall, just slamming my dick into him so hard it hammered him into the wall behind him. Crushed between me and the wall, he just yowled as I tried to fuck him so hard that my cock would hit the wall itself from inside him. “NNNGH! AYYYYY, AGGH AHH IT HURTS!” Cunt cried. “PLEASE! GENTLER! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE!” I just ignored him and pretended he didn’t even say anything. I’ve already done so many bad things to this kid that this is just gonna be a drop in the ocean. “PLEASE! AHH! AHH!” he cried. But all I felt was amazing wet fleshy goodness around my dick, and I can’t feel his pain, so I plowed on without mercy. It may have only been a few minutes, but I know to Cunt it probably felt like it was never going to end. Eventually I had another orgasm that rocked my body. We screamed in unison, him from pain, both of us from pleasure. It sent waves of tingles through to my toes and all of a sudden I looked down at the trembling boy underneath me with disgust. Remembering that I kissed the boy before we fucked, I spat on him harshly. “Stupid faggot. Fucking disgusting piece of shit…,” I growled. My dick had softened enough and had lost enough sensitivity so I just ripped it out, crawled over to the mattress, grabbed Faggot and pinned him against me just to have a warm body, and fell asleep with my dick against him, still sticky from Cunt’s nasty creamy hole.

Part 5 It’s been 3 weeks with Faggot, but it’s felt like an eternity. At this point, life has become regular, and we’ve faced our challenges. As much as I’d love to, there just aren’t enough local guys around who are willing to pay to dump a load. A few regular clients sure wasn’t enough to count as any significant income, but I made sure Faggot spent his time wisely. I started serving as his personal trainer, getting him to keep that perfect toned twink body. When he wasn’t getting fucked by johns, I often had to leave him chained up alone in the Cave while I went and made drug runs. I didn’t want him to start dealing too – this was a man’s job, and I couldn’t afford to let an inexperienced whore boy get me in trouble. I was getting frustrated, and I was taking it out on Faggot’s cunt for sure. Every chance I got. Even if he barely made me any money, at least I always had a hole to fuck every time I got horny. I could tell being the only man Faggot interacted with regularly has affected him too, and the little slut was definitely getting feelings for me. I could tell in the way he looked at me. I was everything to him: the man that held him at night when we slept, the man that decided what dick he’s going to take, the man that fed him, clothed him, drugged him, abused him, and above all, the man that fucks him hard multiple times every day. He was my only boy too – sure, sometimes one of my customers would suck me off, but I always came home to Faggot, and the sex was always better. Faggot worked hard to please me, always slurping my dick with gusto, licking and sniffing my feet when I’m online looking for johns, and letting me take his cunt even when it ends up in him screaming and drooling everywhere. Things took a turn when Marino showed up at my door with a boy in his early-mid 20s. He looked a lot like I did at that age – almost as tall as Marino at 6’3” with the perfect jock body, a big blade-pattern tattoo covering his left shoulder. He had a snap back on, a wife-beater, gym shorts, and sneakers on his giant size 14 feet. Even though he had a generically handsome and chiseled face, he had yellow teeth and a disheveled look about him. Lots of stains on his shirt and his shirt, and it seemed like it’s been a while since he showered. It had been a while since I had seen Marino, and he hadn’t been responding to me on Signal. In his right hand, he held a giant black trash bag. Marino was in his casual garb. “Long time no see,” I said. I could hear Faggot shuffling in the Cave, preparing himself for whoever our guest was. Marino didn’t bother greeting me back and just walked in with his new guest, who looked me up and down, pleased. “Who’s this?” I asked. “My son,” Marino said matter-of-factly. I raised an eyebrow, but wasn’t too shocked. Marino’s bragged about how many women he’s knocked up in his lifetime. He’s a serial breeder who carelessly cums inside every girl he fucks, and between his dozens of girlfriends and one night stands reaching the thousands, it’s not surprising. One can only guess how much he pays in child support, or how many of those women he managed to escape or abandon successfully. “Brent,” the young man introduced with a smile, extending a hand. I shook it firmly, but was a little confused. I wasn’t sure about this kid. Why was he so happy to see me? I sure hope that Marino wasn’t just gonna dump his kid onto me because he has power over my criminal activity as a cop. “This kid tracked me down last week and showed up at my doorstep while I was with my girl. Apparently his whore of a mom’s kicked him out, but I can’t have him staying with me,” Marino grunted. “I’m sending him here to stay with you, but don’t worry. The boy wants to work. I told him I might be able to find a gig for him working as a dealer, and he was up for it. I got some stuff for you to push too.” With that, Brent reaches into his shorts and pulls out half a pound of T. “We seized a ton of this shit in a bust last year, so I took some. Gimme 3 Gs for this and you can do whatever you want with it.” “Marino, my man,” I said, grinning. He’s one of the bad guys, and he knows it. “I can certainly use the help.” I looked at Brent, who was grinning from ear to ear. He was looking at his dad, clearly pleased. This must’ve been a big change from living with his mom. “Alright, I’m gonna jet. My girl’s waiting for me. If this shit causes you any trouble, let me know, alright? He’s got all his stuff with him in that bag. Packed real minimally.” With that, Marino stepped back out and closed the door behind him. I turned to Brent, and now I’m all business. “I don’t know why you got that stupid grin on your face, but this Is gonna be real work, and you better take this shit seriously or we’re all gonna end up in trouble, alright? You do everything I say, and you go on the first few runs with me and just keep your mouth shut. I’ll teach you everything, including how to find customers and how to cut and price your shit.” “Yes, sir,” the boy said. “As for where you’re gonna sleep, you can see that this place is empty.” As I said this, I realized that the place was largely unfurnished but the amount of trash and debris covering every surface has built up like crazy over the past few weeks. “We got a couch in this room, so you can crash there. Bathroom’s over there. This is my bed,” I said, pointing to the mattress. “And this is the Cave.” I opened up the door to where Faggot was laying on the mattress with his legs in the air, rubbing his pink hole with grease. “Holy FUCK,” Brent yelled in awe. “And THAT is Faggot. He is our whore and we pimp him for extra cash. You’re free to fuck him whenever you like. You fuck fags?” “Dude, I usually only fuck pussy, but this is fucking hot. I never imagined you had a personal whore. And look at him… Fuck…” Brent inched towards Faggot and immediately started rubbing and groping him softly. “So smooth, man. Smoother than a girl. And his skin is so soft.” Faggot moaned softly and inched closer towards Brent. “I’m glad you like him. You can be responsible for being his handler,” I added. “Especially if I’m busy making a run, you’ll double up trying to find more guys to use him.” I moved over to Faggot, grabbed his chin, and spit in his face. “You do everything this boy tells you to do, got it? You treat him like you treat me, because he’ll be the one in charge when I’m not around. It’s time you finally made some money with that stupid cunt of yours. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” Faggot cried weakly. I smacked him hard across the face. “Good Faggot.” Brent’s face lit up in shock when I smacked him. “Damn, he just takes it like that? You smack him even when he does as he’s told?” I grinned, realizing that this boy has never been able to treat anyone like this. That kind of stuff only happened in the porn he watched. “That fucking slut loves it when you treat him like that,” I said. “Do you not like that?” “No, no way man!” Brent said, now excited. Without warning, he grabbed Faggot by the neck and smacked him as hard as he could. His hands were so big, the impact instantly messed up Faggot’s hair and sent tears to his eyes. Then, before Faggot could turn back, he smacked him even harder again and then thrust him down on the mattress by his throat. Faggot tried to cry out feebly as Brent restrained him and pulled down his shorts to reveal a long, hard uncut 8” dick. He dropped a giant wad of spit onto his dick and lined it up with Faggot’s already greased up hole, then thrust in with as much force as possible. Faggot flailed his legs in alarm, but Brent immediately fucked him hard and fast, ignoring his resistance. I looked on in amazement. He rammed into him as if he forgot about the person at the other end of his dick, just savagely ripping into the boy in spite of his moans and screams. He pinned the boy down with one arm while he held one of his ankles with the other, pulling his legs apart. He never bothered to take off any of his clothes or even switch positions, he just fucked. My own dick grew hard at the sight, and I took it out to jerk. Brent groaned loudly like an animal as he fucked. “Fuck yeah,” I caught myself saying. “Fucking destroy that slut.” “YEAH! FUCK! YOU LIKE THAT, DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE? FUCK, I’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO FUCK ANY CHICKS LIKE THIS – I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER THAT HOLE!” Brent barked. “Feels…hurts so good!” Faggot cried weakly between yelps, earning him a hard smack from Brent. “FUCK YOU! LOOK AT YOU ENJOYING THAT BIG DICK TEARING YOU UP. FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING FAGGOT WHORE, YOU’RE WORTH LESS THAN TRASH! I’M GONNA GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE FAGGOT!” Brent started punch fucking Faggot so hard, they slid off the mattress, but it didn’t stop him. He’d pound him all the way in, then just rip into him like a jackhammer. “AHHHHH!” Faggot cried as Brent slipped his dick all the way out and then slammed it back in, fucking the boy against the concrete floor. “I’M GONNA CUM IN YOU, BITCH!” Brent roared, picking up the pace. He started fucking him so savagely it looked like he was just bouncing in and out of the boy’s hole. Every thrust made a loud smacking sound, and I could hear the heavy sloshing of Faggot’s wet pussy as his insides were churned and mashed up by that big dick. Finally, Brent started convulsing, and he emitted a roar so intense you would’ve thought he was in pain. He shook, trembled, and then slowly pulled out, leaving Faggot there panting. I turned to Brent, now satisfied and not even able to look at Faggot. “Go online and see if you can find more guys to come fuck him. You pick the price, whatever gets them over here and puts money in our pockets,” I said. “If you wanna smoke some Tina, I’m sure there’s a pipe packed somewhere in the other room.” Still panting from his intense fuck, Brent simply nodded and got up, presumably to go get the pipe, leaving me alone with my boy. “Get up,” I ordered. Faggot stood up, his legs barely able to support his weight. I dragged him to the wall, lowered him to his needs, and pressed him against the wall. Crawling behind him, now naked except for my socks, I spit on my dick and shoved it in. Still so tight, just the way I like it. I could immediately feel the creamy warmth of Brent’s cum. The boy had dumped a HUGE load in him. This time it was a much more quiet fuck. It was impersonal and casual, just me pumping the boy against the wall on our knees while he moaned softly. I didn’t say a word, didn’t slap him, nothing, just pumped him like some anon stranger until I felt like I was going to cum. Then, groaning, I dumped my load, and without a word, ripped out of him and walked out of the room to join Brent in blowing some clouds. Watching Brent fuck Faggot made me realize how little I actually gave a shit about the boy. As we puffed in the other room, leaving Faggot just laying there in the Cave, Brent informed me he found a john: a hairy heavy-set man in his 60s on Craigslist willing to pay $100 to breed Faggot. I grinned, proud of my new apprentice. It was going to be a good feeling to hear Faggot moan while some seedy stranger fucks him in the other room while we hunt for more. Part 5 It’s been 3 weeks with Faggot, but it’s felt like an eternity. At this point, life has become regular, and we’ve faced our challenges. As much as I’d love to, there just aren’t enough local guys around who are willing to pay to dump a load. A few regular clients sure wasn’t enough to count as any significant income, but I made sure Faggot spent his time wisely. I started serving as his personal trainer, getting him to keep that perfect toned twink body. When he wasn’t getting fucked by johns, I often had to leave him chained up alone in the Cave while I went and made drug runs. I didn’t want him to start dealing too – this was a man’s job, and I couldn’t afford to let an inexperienced whore boy get me in trouble. I was getting frustrated, and I was taking it out on Faggot’s cunt for sure. Every chance I got. Even if he barely made me any money, at least I always had a hole to fuck every time I got horny. I could tell being the only man Faggot interacted with regularly has affected him too, and the little slut was definitely getting feelings for me. I could tell in the way he looked at me. I was everything to him: the man that held him at night when we slept, the man that decided what dick he’s going to take, the man that fed him, clothed him, drugged him, abused him, and above all, the man that fucks him hard multiple times every day. He was my only boy too – sure, sometimes one of my customers would suck me off, but I always came home to Faggot, and the sex was always better. Faggot worked hard to please me, always slurping my dick with gusto, licking and sniffing my feet when I’m online looking for johns, and letting me take his cunt even when it ends up in him screaming and drooling everywhere. Things took a turn when Marino showed up at my door with a boy in his early-mid 20s. He looked a lot like I did at that age – almost as tall as Marino at 6’3” with the perfect jock body, a big blade-pattern tattoo covering his left shoulder. He had a snap back on, a wife-beater, gym shorts, and sneakers on his giant size 14 feet. Even though he had a generically handsome and chiseled face, he had yellow teeth and a disheveled look about him. Lots of stains on his shirt and his shirt, and it seemed like it’s been a while since he showered. It had been a while since I had seen Marino, and he hadn’t been responding to me on Signal. In his right hand, he held a giant black trash bag. Marino was in his casual garb. “Long time no see,” I said. I could hear Faggot shuffling in the Cave, preparing himself for whoever our guest was. Marino didn’t bother greeting me back and just walked in with his new guest, who looked me up and down, pleased. “Who’s this?” I asked. “My son,” Marino said matter-of-factly. I raised an eyebrow, but wasn’t too shocked. Marino’s bragged about how many women he’s knocked up in his lifetime. He’s a serial breeder who carelessly cums inside every girl he fucks, and between his dozens of girlfriends and one night stands reaching the thousands, it’s not surprising. One can only guess how much he pays in child support, or how many of those women he managed to escape or abandon successfully. “Brent,” the young man introduced with a smile, extending a hand. I shook it firmly, but was a little confused. I wasn’t sure about this kid. Why was he so happy to see me? I sure hope that Marino wasn’t just gonna dump his kid onto me because he has power over my criminal activity as a cop. “This kid tracked me down last week and showed up at my doorstep while I was with my girl. Apparently his whore of a mom’s kicked him out, but I can’t have him staying with me,” Marino grunted. “I’m sending him here to stay with you, but don’t worry. The boy wants to work. I told him I might be able to find a gig for him working as a dealer, and he was up for it. I got some stuff for you to push too.” With that, Brent reaches into his shorts and pulls out half a pound of T. “We seized a ton of this shit in a bust last year, so I took some. Gimme 3 Gs for this and you can do whatever you want with it.” “Marino, my man,” I said, grinning. He’s one of the bad guys, and he knows it. “I can certainly use the help.” I looked at Brent, who was grinning from ear to ear. He was looking at his dad, clearly pleased. This must’ve been a big change from living with his mom. “Alright, I’m gonna jet. My girl’s waiting for me. If this shit causes you any trouble, let me know, alright? He’s got all his stuff with him in that bag. Packed real minimally.” With that, Marino stepped back out and closed the door behind him. I turned to Brent, and now I’m all business. “I don’t know why you got that stupid grin on your face, but this Is gonna be real work, and you better take this shit seriously or we’re all gonna end up in trouble, alright? You do everything I say, and you go on the first few runs with me and just keep your mouth shut. I’ll teach you everything, including how to find customers and how to cut and price your shit.” “Yes, sir,” the boy said. “As for where you’re gonna sleep, you can see that this place is empty.” As I said this, I realized that the place was largely unfurnished but the amount of trash and debris covering every surface has built up like crazy over the past few weeks. “We got a couch in this room, so you can crash there. Bathroom’s over there. This is my bed,” I said, pointing to the mattress. “And this is the Cave.” I opened up the door to where Faggot was laying on the mattress with his legs in the air, rubbing his pink hole with grease. “Holy FUCK,” Brent yelled in awe. “And THAT is Faggot. He is our whore and we pimp him for extra cash. You’re free to fuck him whenever you like. You fuck fags?” “Dude, I usually only fuck pussy, but this is fucking hot. I never imagined you had a personal whore. And look at him… Fuck…” Brent inched towards Faggot and immediately started rubbing and groping him softly. “So smooth, man. Smoother than a girl. And his skin is so soft.” Faggot moaned softly and inched closer towards Brent. “I’m glad you like him. You can be responsible for being his handler,” I added. “Especially if I’m busy making a run, you’ll double up trying to find more guys to use him.” I moved over to Faggot, grabbed his chin, and spit in his face. “You do everything this boy tells you to do, got it? You treat him like you treat me, because he’ll be the one in charge when I’m not around. It’s time you finally made some money with that stupid cunt of yours. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” Faggot cried weakly. I smacked him hard across the face. “Good Faggot.” Brent’s face lit up in shock when I smacked him. “Damn, he just takes it like that? You smack him even when he does as he’s told?” I grinned, realizing that this boy has never been able to treat anyone like this. That kind of stuff only happened in the porn he watched. “That fucking slut loves it when you treat him like that,” I said. “Do you not like that?” “No, no way man!” Brent said, now excited. Without warning, he grabbed Faggot by the neck and smacked him as hard as he could. His hands were so big, the impact instantly messed up Faggot’s hair and sent tears to his eyes. Then, before Faggot could turn back, he smacked him even harder again and then thrust him down on the mattress by his throat. Faggot tried to cry out feebly as Brent restrained him and pulled down his shorts to reveal a long, hard uncut 8” dick. He dropped a giant wad of spit onto his dick and lined it up with Faggot’s already greased up hole, then thrust in with as much force as possible. Faggot flailed his legs in alarm, but Brent immediately fucked him hard and fast, ignoring his resistance. I looked on in amazement. He rammed into him as if he forgot about the person at the other end of his dick, just savagely ripping into the boy in spite of his moans and screams. He pinned the boy down with one arm while he held one of his ankles with the other, pulling his legs apart. He never bothered to take off any of his clothes or even switch positions, he just fucked. My own dick grew hard at the sight, and I took it out to jerk. Brent groaned loudly like an animal as he fucked. “Fuck yeah,” I caught myself saying. “Fucking destroy that slut.” “YEAH! FUCK! YOU LIKE THAT, DON’T YOU, YOU FUCKING WHORE? FUCK, I’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO FUCK ANY CHICKS LIKE THIS – I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER THAT HOLE!” Brent barked. “Feels…hurts so good!” Faggot cried weakly between yelps, earning him a hard smack from Brent. “FUCK YOU! LOOK AT YOU ENJOYING THAT BIG DICK TEARING YOU UP. FUCKING FAGGOT! YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING FAGGOT WHORE, YOU’RE WORTH LESS THAN TRASH! I’M GONNA GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE FAGGOT!” Brent started punch fucking Faggot so hard, they slid off the mattress, but it didn’t stop him. He’d pound him all the way in, then just rip into him like a jackhammer. “AHHHHH!” Faggot cried as Brent slipped his dick all the way out and then slammed it back in, fucking the boy against the concrete floor. “I’M GONNA CUM IN YOU, BITCH!” Brent roared, picking up the pace. He started fucking him so savagely it looked like he was just bouncing in and out of the boy’s hole. Every thrust made a loud smacking sound, and I could hear the heavy sloshing of Faggot’s wet pussy as his insides were churned and mashed up by that big dick. Finally, Brent started convulsing, and he emitted a roar so intense you would’ve thought he was in pain. He shook, trembled, and then slowly pulled out, leaving Faggot there panting. I turned to Brent, now satisfied and not even able to look at Faggot. “Go online and see if you can find more guys to come fuck him. You pick the price, whatever gets them over here and puts money in our pockets,” I said. “If you wanna smoke some Tina, I’m sure there’s a pipe packed somewhere in the other room.” Still panting from his intense fuck, Brent simply nodded and got up, presumably to go get the pipe, leaving me alone with my boy. “Get up,” I ordered. Faggot stood up, his legs barely able to support his weight. I dragged him to the wall, lowered him to his needs, and pressed him against the wall. Crawling behind him, now naked except for my socks, I spit on my dick and shoved it in. Still so tight, just the way I like it. I could immediately feel the creamy warmth of Brent’s cum. The boy had dumped a HUGE load in him. This time it was a much more quiet fuck. It was impersonal and casual, just me pumping the boy against the wall on our knees while he moaned softly. I didn’t say a word, didn’t slap him, nothing, just pumped him like some anon stranger until I felt like I was going to cum. Then, groaning, I dumped my load, and without a word, ripped out of him and walked out of the room to join Brent in blowing some clouds. Watching Brent fuck Faggot made me realize how little I actually gave a shit about the boy. As we puffed in the other room, leaving Faggot just laying there in the Cave, Brent informed me he found a john: a hairy heavy-set man in his 60s on Craigslist willing to pay $100 to breed Faggot. I grinned, proud of my new apprentice. It was going to be a good feeling to hear Faggot moan while some seedy stranger fucks him in the other room while we hunt for more.

As an Asian slut bottom who loves getting fucked up and fucked ever since the beginning, I have to say there must be something natural or innate in me that makes me want raw cock and cum. Specifically, I have always had an intense worship for white daddies. The older, hairier, muskier, and filthier the better. This even extended to a fetish for truckers, rednecks, military, (ex) cons, etc. These kinds of men are guaranteed to fuck purely for lust and are more likely to not only welcome but also enjoy degrading the bottoms they fuck. I always kept myself smooth. Shaved my legs, holes, everything. To me, being hypersexualized is like love from a man - it's a mutual agreement that they're superior and I'm inferior. I'm the slim, smooth twink bottom with a chronically tight boy pussy, and I want a big, stronger, older man to use me to feel good and feel like a powerful man with a slut at his mercy. Because I'm so tight, I'm never a size queen and no matter how much you fuck me, each cock makes me moan and scream. My nipples, feet, neck, everywhere is hypersensitive. Over time, I began exclusively seeking harsher treatment from men. Getting slapped HARD, spit on, verbally degraded, and choked makes me swoon. Men who lick me, gag me on their cocks, and fuck me RAW as hard as they can. When they spit-roast me or gangfuck me, the harder one man fucks, the harder all the others do. They all like that I'm helpless and getting more and more sloppy and trashed, and I love that they use their masculinity to violate and hurt a weaker boy rather than to protect him. I met men in truck bunkers, behind dumpsters at night, gas station bathrooms, rest stops, bathhouses, the woods, seedy cheap motel rooms, and more. I've even been fucked in a port-a-potty with the door open. A married man once fucked me in his garage while his family slept upstairs. And I always - ALWAYS - beg for them to cum in my cunt. I won't even fuck a man who insists on using a condom. From what I've seen and known about other Asian bottoms too, a man's load is meaningful to us. That's a man's babies inside me, and no matter how he treats me, having his load shot into me means that he'd let me bear his babies. Or whatever else. Usually they dump their load and I never see them again. Sometimes I don't even know their name. I don't care if I'm a disposable tool for their pleasure. I took their raw manhood into my hole and kept a part of them, and that bonds me to that man. After all, just look at the sex tourism industry in Thailand. Bigger, stronger, white men who are really horny for Asians are offered boys for such low prices, and they are treated like royalty. And then they're often left to their mercy. It's in our blood, and if you like fucking Asian whore boys, I beg you to do it as often as you can. Every chance you get. For many of us, we will always want you more than you want us, so take advantage.

Part 4 Henry crawled over to Faggot and nestled himself behind him, right between those two smooth legs split wide open like a public invitation. "Fuuuuck," Henry groaned, running a finger up from the boy's balls up to his cunt. He donated a generous wad of spit to those used pussy lips before sliding his finger in. "Holy shit, bro. How did you get so lucky to find a boy like this?" "I don't know," I said, grinning. "Maybe good things happen to bad people." "Haha, you're definitely fucked up, man," Henry chuckled. "And he's OK with that?" I looked at Faggot threateningly, and he whimpered. "Like I give a shit anymore," I said. "Watch this." Without warning, I slapped Faggot so hard he fell to his side with a scream of surprise and pain. Tears surfaced on his eyes, and he looked at me with genuine fear. Exactly what I was going for. I looked back at Henry, whose jaw dropped. "You wanna try it out?" I saw alarm in Faggot's eyes for a split second before Henry grabbed him by the throat with one hand and smacked him as hard as he could. I saw the uncertainty on his face get replaced with an evil, sadistic grin. It was dawning on him that he could literally abuse Faggot, and no one would stop him or report him. Henry groped his hand right into Faggot’s spaghetti-thin jockstrap and lifted him to be level with his thin, long, hard baton of a dick. With his knees, he kicked Faggot’s legs a little wider, dribbled a massive rope of warm spit onto his cock, just managing to get a wad of slimy foam onto my boy’s pink pussy lips. It got his asshole wet and shiny, as if blinking and begging to be taken. I put the poppers under my boy’s nose and held one nostril at a time, past his limit for how much he could sniff. He moaned for me to stop, but I kept my finger there. He gasped for breath, and I saw his eyes go out of sync. “W-WowwWww,” he slurred. “Th…fanx, Daddy.” I spit right into his blue eye, causing him to yell and flinch. Henry took this as the opportunity to RAM all 10 inches of his long dick right into Faggot’s worthless used cunt. “AHHHHH-“ “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I roared, grabbing Faggot by the throat as he screamed and slapping him again with enough force to land me in jail for battery. “AHHGANNGG..ngg…ngg, DA..DDY, PLEASE!” he begged, tears welling up in his eyes. He could barely get the words out from how hard Henry was rocking his whole body from the rabbit-level speed in which he pulled out as far as he could and just slammed in indiscriminately. His face scrunched up, his usual good-natured expression replaced with an intense focus as he put his all into fucking my boy as hard and fast as he could. Faggot’s blonde hair shook back and forth on his head. With each thrust, Henry went so deep with so much impact it pushed the boy’s body forward violently, but the two of us pushed him back. Henry grabbed his hair with one hand while his other hand tweaked his nipples hard, groped him right through the jockstrap, and then spanked him with all his strength. I knew my man didn’t need any help dominating this delicate (and fucked up) boy, but I learned that when multiple men gang up on a prey together, it makes his suffering taste so much sweeter. I took off one of my socks and jammed it into Faggot’s mouth to muffle his moans. I don’t care if anyone hears, not that they would. I just wanted to jam my dirty sock into his pretty face. Then I spit on his face and slapped him with all my might again, trying to break my previous records. The sound of the slap echoed in the room. A split second later, Henry slapped the boy in the opposite direction, like he was playing a casual game of table tennis with the boy’s face. Faggot’s eyes were still wide open from the drugs, but they became lifeless in resignation. He was just trying to breathe through his nose. Henry looked up from the shaking boy into my sadistic smirk and grinned. I met his eyes and gave him a knowing smile back. Even abusing this filthy cheap whore together can develop a sense of fraternity. I put the poppers to Faggot’s nose again and he breathed in hungrily, desperate for anything to help ease the overwhelming sensations coming from every direction – smacks, spanks, rough groping, the gag, the spit dripping into his eye, and of course, the dick still jackhammering into him. I screwed the cap back on when he was done and took out the gag, giving him a big gasp of air. Before he could breathe out, I unceremoniously guided my semi-hard cock into his mouth and Henry shoved his head forward, causing him to gag just slightly. Henry leaned forward so that he was in the boy’s ear. Groaning softly from the pleasure with every thrust, he whispered to the boy in between. “You like that, don’t you, you little faggot whore. You wanna be my baby mama, dontcha?” The boy’s eyes widened and he gave a gargled, “Mhm!” I angrily jammed my cock, now harder than my first, as far into the back of the stupid slut’s head as I could. He violently gagged and wretched as I held it there and tried to push it even deeper. Henry acted as if it wasn’t even happening, just kept plowing away and even started licking the boy’s cheek like a starving hound. “You’re gonna thirst for another man’s sperm while my dick is in your mouth and my cum is already in your pussy? You’ve really done it now, Faggot,” I growled. Henry grinned, knowing what he’s done while Faggot could only look up at me with terror and struggle to get a little air through his nose. I pulled my dick out, dragging out a desperate rush of air and threads of saliva from the boy. “Such a good slut! Your mouth is feels so FUCKING good on my cock!” I groaned. “That’s what you are, right Faggot? Just a worthless slut with two nice warm holes.” “Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled weakly through his web of spit. I grabbed him by his throat and pulled my face close to his so my breath was hot on his face. “SAY IT LOUDER, FAGGOT! WHAT ARE YOU?” “A WORTHLESS SLUT, DADDY!” he cried. “I’M JUST A CUMDUMP SLUT!” Fuck! My cock throbbed at the pitiful sight of my beautiful Faggot. I grabbed the leash chain with one hand and his throat with the other, then pulled him off of Henry’s dick in the middle of his rapidfire assault and threw him against the concrete floor. His dick made a plopping noise as the hole was ripped off of it, loose shreds of cum and spit flying out from the friction. I pulled the boy onto me, resting his light figure against my torso (I’m basically big enough to be a bed for him), and lowered him onto my cock. I’m thicker than Henry, so he had already tightened up a bit, but I pushed in impatiently, causing him to cry out. “Get in here,” I told Henry. “Wait! No!” Faggot cried out in panic, but I quickly jammed three fingers into the boy’s throat. “Did I say there was a fucking safeword, Faggot? Did you think this was a porn scene, you stupid little bitch?” Faggot made me proud. Henry fucked him like he was trying to break the boy for good. Without warning, he launched into a jackhammer pace. “FUUUUCK YEAH! FUCK HIM!” I roared. My eyes rolled back into my head. Henry’s dick rubbing hard and fast against my dick inside my boy’s sweet wet cunt was a new kind of pleasure. The room was filled with Faggot’s moans and the squicky sound of his pussy being mashed up with each pounding thrust. Within seconds, I could feel Henry’s dick vibrating and hardening. “I’m gonna nut in you, bitch!” “Yes, sir! Please dump your cum in me! Knock up my slutty cunt!” Faggot wailed excitedly. His hole started tightening and pulsing around our dicks, bringing me closer to orgasm too. “FUUUUUUUCK!” we both yelled, convulsing as we simultaneously pumped our babies into the boy. Henry was panting. His release of pleasure slowly faded down to exhaustion, and he slipped his dick out and zipped his pants back up. “Thanks, man,” he said, tossing me a twenty before leaving. I decided it’d be nice to go for a smoke after such a fucking great orgasm, so I pulled out and, without a word, got dressed, stuffed the twenty in my jeans, grabbed my cigs, and walked out. Part 5 Next

*Disclaimer* All characters are fictional, and none of the men displayed here have any relation to the characters themselves. However, I decided to post the men who inspired the images for the main characters. Jaxx (Inspired by Zak James from TIM's Cumsloppy Buttholes) Chris/Faggot (Inspired by ??? from Familydick) Officer Marino (Inspired by Ed Hunter from TIM)

Part 3.5 I apologize - this is a short interlude section. I wrote this at the end of one of my own benders, where I was utterly exhausted from partying and fucking. I practically passed out writing this with my dick in my hand lol. I promise I will write Part 4 and I haven't forgotten about this story. Henry didn't come until nighttime. A classic junkie, he operated on T time and would go in and out of responsiveness. I knew Henry to be like this, but I wasn't about to let Faggot rest. By the time I was done using Marino's sloppy seconds, Faggot looked like he survived a bomb blast. Drool dripped down his pretty, dick-sucking lips. His eyes were glazed from the drugs and intense fucking, weathered by his own sweat and my spit. Tears and snot trickled down his sweet face, a product of gagging His blond hair was a complete mess from being pulled and thrown around on the mattress. What I loved most was the splatter of deep hickies on his shiny smooth tan neck and chest. On top of that, he had a few light bruises on his legs and torso. His skin was as smooth and tender as a baby's - of course it would bruise easily from such rough use. He was still a sexy piece of meat, but his innocence was far gone and the fresh boyish handsomeness on his face when we first met had been permanently replaced by the used, stained look of a meth whore. After I nut into the boy, I let him rest for a bit. I pulled out of him and started searching for clients and had a few customers come over for some quick deals while he laid passed out on the mattress in the Cave. He snored loudly as he fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion, finally coming down from the drugs and the adrenaline of being pummeled like a fleshlight. Still no sign of Henry after 2 hours. At this point, I really had to piss, which means Faggot had to wake up. I unzipped my fly and crawled onto the mattress beside his naked body, caressing him. My dick almost got so hard so fast I worried if I would still be able to piss. Whatever. That's what a whore is for - if he gets my dick hard, then I'm gonna put it him and fuck him. He was still asleep when i gently spread his legs apart and nestled myself in between. He still had cum in there, so all I needed was a good wad of spit on my dick and on his little pink cunt. Faggot bucked gently and stirred as my dick pushed into those tight pussy lips. Before he could wake up and even think about resisting, I was in and I was going deeper and deeper. His lazy waking moan crescendoed into a scared whine and climaxed into a loud whimper. Even still, he didn't try to push me away. I let my dick rest in him, knowing that his cunt would quickly welcome my manhood. I was surprised that he actually clung to me as tight as he could, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding me against him. "Daddy...," he whimpered softly, his eyes barely open. "I'm gonna piss in you Faggot," I whispered to him. And with that, I began to unload. A slow, soft low-pressure stream that would last a long time as my bladder slowly overcame the pressure of my hard-on and his tight hole. I groaned, suddenly horny as the fucking devil when I thought about how my dirty chem piss was going to make a nice little cocktail of my DNA and drug waste with the loads still buried in there. "Don't worry, Faggot," I told him. "You'll be nice and woke in a few minutes. Daddy's gonna fill you up with his second-hand Tina and keep it inside you until it fully dissolves into your bloodstream." "Is Daddy's chem piss strong?" he asked. His blue eyes flashed a dull sparkle, slowly getting excited by the idea of getting high again. "Oh yeah, Daddy smoked a lot while you were sleeping with his customers. This is why I need having a Faggot around. I don't need to worry about getting you pregnant. But fuck, I know the hormones in my sperm and the drugs in my piss are a part of you when I do bad things to you. And you're going to take so much of my piss and cum every damn day. Mine and whoever else wants to fuck your cheap, dirty pussy." Faggot's eyes opened wide. The chem piss was starting to take its wiry, gradual effect, but my words also touched the boy's heart. "I love you, Daddy," he whispered softly, and he looked into my dilated eyes as if I was the only man left in the world. "Good Faggot," I said affectionately. "Now I'm gonna hurt you." I started pumping and piston-fucking the boy, and he gasped so hard the air caught in his throat. He moaned and yelped weakly with his head rolled back while I held him to me in an iron grip as I slammed into him. A few minutes into our fuck, I heard the door swing open in the other room. "Dude, why didn't you answer your - holy fuck that's hot!" Henry exclaimed as he approached the entrance to the Cave and saw me fucking the piss-cum cocktail out of Faggot. The concoction splashed out of him in small spurts every time I pulled my dick out. I looked over at him and grinned. "Took you long enough. Get over here and get a taste of this."

Part 3 There really is such a thing as a person who was born to be used for sex. Before I had my Faggot, I had always assumed that if I wanted to sell someone's body, I'd have to coerce them and control them through violence. To wipe away a person's entire identity and turn them into an object for gratifying men isn't easy - there's a lot of planning and a wide variety of illegal tasks that need to happen. Faggot, however, was always a bad boy at heart. He had been living with me for only a week, and sometimes I almost find myself having a soft spot for the kid when I see how much he truly enjoys being a whore. Of course, I didn't want to go too crazy on the kid. The past 3 days he spent resting heavily, coming back out of his comedown, eating, working out, and working out some more. I had to keep the boy healthy and functional. Since he didn't have a phone or anything and I couldn't really leave him unattended for long, he accompanied me on a few drug runs. I put in some applications for him to become a stripper (unfortunately they rarely hired twinks) and a few part-time jobs at any adult theater, sex shop, or bathhouse in the area. I had to milk him for every cent I could make from him, keep him busy, and find him a job that would help him scope out new clients, clients that are willing to pay for sex. I was going to make sure he had some routine. The first 3 days he was with me, though, I was going to make sure he started his new life with a bang. Before we did anything crazy, I had to cover my bases. In order to make it seem like he ran away, I had him go home the first day to collect his possessions when his parents were away at work and leave a handwritten note while I waited in my van two blocks down. I also had him withdraw everything from his savings account and pawn whatever he could from his possessions. The rest I burned in the trash. He had about enough to pay for some decent drug weight even after I pocketed some - it was all his to use, and it would definitely last him a while. Then I had him put on a hat and sunglasses in case we got spotted. Faggot was surprisingly eager, even getting excited to withdraw all his savings knowing what it was going towards. He just wanted to get all that stuff over with so we could go back to my place. As we drove in the van, we barely spoke. I made a point of talking to him only when necessary. The boy, however, was noisy as fuck. "I'm horny - what are you going to do to me - what if my parents catch us - I have to pee - when are we going to pick up the T..." 18 year-old twinks are like that. I either ignored him or offered one-word responses. He eventually quieted down, giving into the sexual tension. He couldn't keep his eyes off my bulging muscles, outlined by my extremely tight black wife-beater and skinny jeans. It's pretty much the only outfit I wear if I have to have clothes on. I parked the van halfway on the sidewalk because the street was too narrow to actually allow street parking. Faggot motioned to exit the car, and I pulled him back by his hair. I dragged his head next to my face so that my hot breath steamed up his cheek. "Listen, Faggot. I let you out on your own before because I couldn't be seen, but from now on, you do not exit the vehicle until I open the door for you. Don't worry. You won't forget, because the next time you ride in this van, you'll be in the back and I'll have you handcuffed with your leash tied to my head cushion. You won't be able to leave until I remove your restraints. If you make any attempt to escape, you won't get far, and when I catch you, you're gonna wish you were dead. You understand?" "Y-yes, sir," he said, trembling. "I won't try to run." I hopped out of the vehicle and went over to the passenger's side, and opened the door. I looked around, then beckoned him out. The second we walked through the door, I back-handed him with all my strength. He emitted a high-pitched yelp as the force of my slap knocked him to the ground. I stepped on him so that he couldn't get up, then menacingly, I growled, "The next time we take a ride, you shut the fuck up or I'll duct tape your mouth." I relished in the fear and surprise on his face. He was now afraid of me. I released my foot. Then in one sweeping motion, I pulled him to his feet by his tight little shirt, shoved him into the cave, undressed him save for his jockstrap, and chained him to the pipe before heading back out to unload the van of our haul, which included provisions as well as faves. Another obstacle I faced was actually finding clients to pay for him. With so many sluts out there fucking and getting fucked for free, it was hard to justify charging much for his body. Additionally, it was hard as hell advertising something you can't legally advertise. Thankfully I had enough power by word-of-mouth. My "business" afforded me a sizable network over the years. One of these connections was the owner of a Motel 6 outside of town, where I'd often stay for my deals. His name was Henry and was a rare latino manager who bought the motel from its previous ownership. I stayed there often mostly because it was one of the very few non-Indian-owned motels. While Indian managers are professional and mind their own business, they're often family-owned and would never engage in the debauchery of their room guests. Henry was different and is every bit a corrupt motherfucker as I am. Henry was older than me, actually, at 38, but with his shaven face, signature snapback, and rotation of T-shirts, jeans, and basketball shorts, he easily looked a decade younger. His arms, chest, sides, neck, and calves were covered in tattoos, and he wasn't as big as me, but standing at 5'11" and heavily toned, he definitely looked strong and somewhat intimidating. In exchange for some T and G, Henry always gave me a room on the house. He also had an under-the-table agreement with Officer Marino, an aggressive, 6'7", chiseled, no-nonsense cop with a buzzed head and muscles that even put mine to shame. The man looks like a human-sized hulk, and even his uniform, which is probably the largest size, can barely contain his humongous muscle. He had the most square jaw of anyone I'd ever seen and veins popping out of his neck. The man was never seen smiling. Marino loved his authority and wielded it like an asshole. He only had one problem: he had a serious sex addiction that he hides from his girlfriend and the rest of the force. Henry was happy to feed into that in order to ensure Marino kept any shady shit we did out of mind and out of sight. Prostitutes frequently stayed at the motel, and Henry could easily pick them out. He'd then notify Marino which rooms they were staying in, and he'd go in and threaten to arrest them unless they'd let him fuck them. He also paid Marino part of the proceeds from the women's room revenue and gave him a free room whenever he needed if he had a girl he wanted to fuck off-duty and needed a spot. Marino's girlfriend is a 21 year-old bombshell with daddy issues, always had her hair blown out, had huge fake tits that Marino paid for, and boasted an hourglass figure. She had obviously chosen the hyper-masculine 40 year-old Marino due to said daddy issues. According to Henry, Marino fucked her at least several times a day, but it wasn't enough to sustain his addiction, and he'd need to visit the motel an additional 3 or 4 times for a quick pump and dump. Marino worked the night shift (naturally), so he was off during the day. Perfect, since it was around 3PM, and Henry and Marino would happen to be my first clients for Faggot. Henry was excited as fuck when i told him about the boy and even offered to advertise my "escort agency" at his motel, especially if I was willing to do house calls at the motel. Of course, he had to try the product first. I'd let him try it on the house for helping me advertise. I had to bargain with Marino. A deeply closeted bisexual who picks up young twinks off grindr all the time to brutalize at the motel, Marino maintains that the boys are sluttier and free, and if he needs to get off and nothing is available, he'd settle for it. He reminded me that if I charged him, he'd come back and arrest me. I reminded him that we had plenty of dirt on him as well. More than enough for him to be discharged from the force. I promised him that this would be a better fuck than the average whore at the motel. He reluctantly agreed to pay me $25. Prompt as all hell, Marino showed up first at 3:25, 5 minutes before I told him to come. I had just finished shaving and douching Faggot, who now sat on the mattress in the cave waiting as I prepped his point. I open the door for Marino, who is also wearing a hat (backwards, of course) and sunglasses. His shirt was so tight around his chest, I couldn't even imagine how he got it on his body. Underneath, he wore baggy jeans and designer sneakers. I could smell Axe Cologne off of him as soon as I opened the door. We didn't greet each other, being two men with no kinship whatsoever. He unceremoniously popped his wallet open and handed me a 20 and a 5, and I led him to the cave. He stood at the door, just staring at Faggot. The blond boy, tan skin perfectly smooth and glistening from being coated in baby oil, looked up at him timidly with those bright blue eyes. Without acknowledging him, Marino started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. "Want some T?" I offered. "Can't. Drug test," he said tersely. "Ah...right. Viagra?" "Don't need it." All he did was undo his belt and unzip his jeans. No underwear underneath. A beautiful 8" tool with a giant head surfaced, and it was already hard as a rock. Marino is like me. He gets ridiculous boners from nothing, even if he came several times that day. He strode over to Faggot, slowly stroking his cock, looking down at him expectantly. He saw the leash that chained him to the pipe, and for the first time, I saw a smirk on his face. "Nice," he muttered under his breath. He ran a giant hand through Faggot's soft golden spikes. I pulled a ready point from the hot water cup. "You really gonna do that while I'm here?" Marino asked. He was being serious. "Actually," I said with an evil grin. "I was thinking you could help me. You're wearing a belt. Can we borrow it?" Marino hesitated, not knowing how to react. He looked at me, then looked at the boy, who was gazing wantonly at the point, scared that I wouldn't give it to him and also scared that I would. This was a new chapter for him. I wasn't going to make this the norm for him, but I decided that he should get a point for special occasions or as a treat. Today, he made me my first $25, which is almost nothing compared to each of the deliveries I made, but it was his christening. Marino surprised me by picking his belt up from the floor and tying it around Faggot's bicep. I walked over and sat on Faggot's side, found a good plump vein, and slid the needle in. He flinched just ever so slightly. I drew a flash of blood. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He shook his head. Then, I slowly plunged the contents of the syringe into his veins. Marino tried to mask his fascination, but he watched intently. As I pushed the plunger, he asked, "So what am I not allowed to do to him?" "Just don't seriously harm him," I offered. "If it goes too far, I'll stop you. But don't hold back." I pulled the point out, tossed it on the floor, swabbed him with alcohol, and raised Faggot's arm over his head. The boy's pupils became huge and went out of focus and out of sync. His eyes bulged as he coughed his whole chest away. I saw his jaw chatter even, and a whole shiver went through his body. It was a strange sight seeing such an archetypical tan, blond beauty cracked out of his whole mind. Before he could even fully recover, Marino had suddenly grabbed him by the throat and slapped him so hard across the face I was shocked a tooth didn't fly out given the man's sheer strength. "AHHOOW!" the boy managed to holler. He gasped, choking for breath, but before he could catch it, a man literally twice his size was over him, tossing him on his stomach and then pulling him up on all fours. I had coated Faggot's hole with vaseline and baby oil to prepare him. Almost fully clothed still, Marino covered Faggot's body almost completely with his, one arm grabbing him roughly by the face, the other hand groping him furiously, flicking his nipples, slapping and spanking him. From my view, I could only see his distressed and tweaked face and his legs splayed out in between Marino's jeans. Meanwhile, his dick was already pushing against his hole hard. I thought he was going to make Faggot gag on his dick, but he was so eager to fuck that he just skipped straight to it. Finally, the head popped in, and Faggot screamed so loudly and savagely you would've thought that Marino had been bludgeoning him with a hammer. Tears instantly brimmed in his eyes. Without skipping a beat, I unscrewed the poppers and put it to his nose, holding his nostrils for him. "Sniff as hard as you can," I commanded. "Daddy.... Daddy, it's too big," the boy feebly whimpered, snot and tears dripping from his face, but I ignored him and just kept making him whiff. Left, right, left, right, as deep as he can inhale. Marino had the courtesy to stay buried in him without moving, let his newly poppered-up hole start to relax and adjust to his dick. I then passed the poppers to Marino, who didn't decline this time. He felt like maybe it was a good time for it, and he took two decent whiffs before handing it off to me. As soon as he was done, he exploded into the most savage fucking I've ever seen. The giant hunk of brutal, merciless muscle pounded into the small boy as fast as a pogo stick, each impact so hard it made a thunderclap. "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-URGHHGURHGH!" Faggot howled, his screams of surprise and momentary pain muffled by Marino's beefy fingers jamming down his throat. To think that this man was a sex addict was truly frightening. It was hard to even wrap my head around how many unfortunate twinks and whores he's devastated. I don't know how his girlfriend ever looks presentable the way he probably fucks her. This also marked the first time I ever saw Marino smile. A cold, sadistic smirk was plastered on his face as he fucked Faggot. He looked over at me sitting against the wall just watching, and his smirk widened to a grin. I grinned back. That's right. I wasn't going to stop him, and he realized that the delicate boy he's manhandling and fucking senseless is completely helpless and at his mercy. He loved making Faggot feel powerless, his hold on the boy so firm that he could barely even move his arms and legs. The room echoed with the sounds of Faggot's gagged and gargled screams and the loud SMACK SMACK SMACK of Marino's balls as he hammered without restraint. The more Faggot cried out, the more brutal Marino tried to be. At one point, the man raised his leg and stamped his boot down on Faggot's head, grinding his face into the mattress while he took his belt and lashed his ass, all the while fucking him like a rabbit. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMFFF!" Faggot tried to scream. One teary blue eye was barely visible, looking desperately around for help. "YEAAAHHA!" Marino responded, laughing as he tried to whip the boy even harder. "TAKE IT YOU STUPID, USELESS FAGGOT!" I approached, crouching down by the boy so that i could whisper in his ear. "Now you know what it means to be my whore, boy. Not even the police are going to be here to help you. This man is a cop and is gonna make sure no one stops me from selling you. This is just the beginning." Marino suddenly pulled out, causing Faggot to cry out in surprise as his giant dickhead popped out of his tight hole. He stepped off of his face, grabbed him by his leash, and yanked him roughly back, choking the boy. "This isn't enough for this faggot," Marino said, again in all seriousness. "You're right," I agreed. I whipped out my own cock, which was already hard from watching Marino use him. I looked down at the boy, who looked back up at me in tears of disbelief. He was so spun he was sweating profusely from the unbelievably overwhelming sex, and his eyes looked glassy from shock and dizziness. It was clear the point and the poppers made him lose control of his senses, and his body didn't even know how to react to the sudden onslought on his cunt. His hair was in disarray, being pulled in different directions by Marino and dripping beads of sweat onto his face. I harshly spit on him, smacking him across the nose and cheek. Faggot whimpered. Marino roughly shoved his sausage fingers into Faggot's mouth and pried it wide open. I then shoved my dick in, causing him to gag. I pulled out, drool and splutter flying everywhere. Then I thrust back in while Marino pushed his head onto my dick. Faggot gagged to the point of almost throwing up, but he had nothing to hurl. Hand still firmly clutching him by the hair, Marino got on his knees behind Faggot and slid right into his open pussy. A feeble gargled scream erupted from Faggot, drool bubbling and foaming at the corners of his mouth around my cock. He looked so sexy, his bright blue eyes all begging and tweaked out with a cock in his mouth and a giant man fucking him so hard from behind his little feet bounced on the mattress. The mattress springs screeched from the fucking. While it felt like an eternity for the boy, it had only been 25 total minutes of fucking before Marino pulled out and shoved into him with purpose, his body trembling. "Ahhh," he sighed with relief, relishing the heavenly feeling of his orgasm as it squirted inside Faggot, eliciting one final whimper. Then the room fell to a peaceful silent. When he pulled out, a splash of thick white cum oozed out, dripping down Faggot's taint and balls. The man was fertile as fuck to have cum that much when I know he's already came several times that day. Without a word, Marino zipped his fly, put his belt back on, and left, leaving the boy hardly recognizable from when he first came through the door. I looked down at Faggot, who was limp, and was surprised to see a satisfied smile form around on the boy's face, which went from anguished and tortured to grateful in seconds. "That was... Fuckk... Ermem... More. I like him," he slurred in his boyish squeak, still fucked up and his mouth barely functional from all the gagging and cock-sucking. I grabbed one ankle and spread his legs wide open. I spit on his used cunt and slid my iron-hard cock right in to the hilt, as deep as I can until I was sure it was fully buried. "Agghh!" he cried from surprise, and I grinned to myself as I saw the wasted little angel gasp with pleasure and a hint of pain. I decided I was going to fuck him until Henry showed up so that he wouldn't get a break. I loved hearing him moan and scream from getting fucked, and I snickered to myself that it was going to become white noise to me soon with how much I'm gonna get this Faggot fucked. Determined to not let Marino outdo me fucking my own boy, I flipped him onto his back and tore his legs almost into a split apart. Then I plunged in as hard as I could, causing him to gasp and yelp. "Daddy's going to really ruin you today, you filthy whore," I said, spitting on him as I tugged hard on his leash, choking him. I punch fucked him, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. While I did that, I twisted his nipple with one hand while I slapped him repeatedly with the other. "YOU LIKE THAT, FAGGOT?" "Y-" SMACK! "I ASKED YOU IF YOU LIKE MY DICK RIPPING YOUR SLOPPY LITTLE CUNT, YOU WHORE!" I roared, smacking him with a backhand this time. "YES, S-" SMACK! Everytime he opened his mouth, I smacked him. Seeing his boyish face tattered and red from my palm while his legs and feet flailed wildly around me as I pounded him turned me on even more. I was so aroused my dick went into overdrive and I knew right away I was close. "ARRR, FUCK BOY! I'M GONNA NUT IN YOU!" I bellowed. I grabbed his shoulders to shove him even further into me as I felt it come up, warm and sensitive, and then erupt for 10 seconds straight, ropes and ropes of cum inside his breeding hole. Part 4 coming soon

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

The Brothel Part 1 My name is Jaxx, and I own one of the biggest, most infamous criminal businesses in America. I've dedicated my life to spreading drug addiction, diseases, and prostitution, and this is the story of how it all started. When I was 35, I thought I was the shit. I was a tan 6'4" cue-ball made of 280 pounds of pure, bulging, tattooed muscle. Some people called me a meathead, but fuck them. When I got angry or aggressive (which was often), everyone shut the hell up. If I wanted a hole to fuck, I could pick from any number of holes that were begging me to fuck them. However, I now admit I was struggling to stay afloat. I lived alone then in a run-down basement apartment in the hood of Philadelphia. I hadn't talked to my family in over 7 years - I had been living with my parents until I was 28. They kicked me out after 10 years of me doing nothing but amateur porn, smoking weed in the house, and bringing girls and fags home to fuck. Took them long enough, I guess, but being a small-time straight male pornstar barely pays at all, so I started dealing drugs too. I mainly sold meth, crack, and coke, but I pushed a little bit of everything, including rarer gems like GHB and K. I had to deal with all kinds of fucked up customers, many of them flaky and shady as hell. One day, one of my customers gave my contact to this boy named Chris. To this day, I don't know Chris' last name, even though I've known him for years. Chris was only 18 at the time and was still finishing high school. He had lost his virginity much earlier than that apparently, but it wasn't until he was old enough to be active on hook-up sites and get into gay bars and clubs did he try Tina for the first time. By the time he had decided to buy from me, he had already tried it a few times, and the bottom boy lived for it. I arranged for Chris to meet me by the parking garages at the end of the street at 10PM. By the time I walked down there at 9:50, Chris was already there waiting, looking suspicious and lost. My eyes widened. It was love at first sight. And that, I mean I knew I needed to fuck him. Even then, I had thoughts of how I'd ruin his life. Chris was the type of boy who was probably timid and sometimes picked on because he was gay but was so gorgeous it would've been impossible for him not to know it. Given his track record with sleeping around town, I'm guessing he did know. He was 5'8", toned just enough that he had pretty defined arms and chest but wasn't at all big. He had soft golden blond hair in spikes like a surfer, sported a deep tan, had the whitest teeth and most brilliant blue eyes I've ever seen, and a charming boyish smile that screamed of innocence. I knew he wasn't all innocent though. He had a deep arc in his lower back that thrust out his juicy ass, which he accented with tight skinny jeans that sagged just a little. His tan skin was perfectly smooth, so something tells me he shaves or waxes. He had two big studs in his ears, and he wore this crazy low-cut shirt that was so tight his nipples stood right out. The boy looked like a slut. Everything about his appearance says he likes men and wants men. At that moment, I instantly changed my mind about the deal. "Hey. Chris?" I asked rhetorically. I reached out my hand, which looked gigantic compared to his. "Y-Yeah. You're Jaxx, right?" He put his delicate baby-soft hand into mine, and I almost crushed it with my firm grip. "That's me. Pleasure to meet you, babe. How about we head over to my place?" I offered. His eyes lit up, and I smiled a devilish grin. I knew this boy was attracted to me, and he was excited to think that maybe I was attracted to him too. I was, and I am. I grinned and placed my hand on his ass and guided him in the direction of my apartment. I led him down a staircase coming from the sidewalk into the basement floor, where we walked to end of the hall. The door in front was the boiler room. The door to the right was my apartment. I sensed he was little scared, but also excited. My place is just a fuck den and nothing more. It's enough to freak any unsuspecting young boy out, but then again he came here to buy my drugs and probably hoped to take my dick, so he wasn't going to back out. My whole place consisted of only two rooms and a bathroom. The door opens to the main room. In one corner of the room was my bed, or really just a mattress on a frame with a sheet covering it. Two dirty pillows, no headboard. In another corner was a computer and TV-monitor. Against the wall were my clothes strewn across the dirty concrete floor - a messy tumble of jeans, wife-beaters, socks, sneakers, and boots. A table in a third corner had all kinds of junk and a microwave on it. The trash was overflowing, and most of it was on the ground around it. Little empty drug baggies mixed themselves in with empty beer cans and bits of litter and debris. The second room, which I call the cave, I kept locked, was smaller, and consisted of a mattress, several locked cabinets packed to the brim with drugs, a suitcase for distribution, and various drug paraphernalia lying around. On a little nightstand stood a glass bong and a tray with a pipe, torches, butane, points, plastic syringes, etc. Several half-full bottles of poppers and various oily lubes were littered on and around the mattress. Finally, the bathroom looked akin to a gas station bathroom. No additional explanation needed. Chris stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to be. I unlocked the cave and led him inside onto the mattress. I sat him down, picked up the glass bong and a fat bag of crystals, then liberally poured the stuff into the bowl piece. "You're a new customer, so let me smoke you up. First one's on me," I said as I started melting the crystals. "And if you keep me company and smoke with me tonight, I'll give you the ball for half the price I said it was." Chris' face lit up with excitement, and he even shined his pearly white teeth. Before he could respond verbally though, I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and told him to pull. The clouds rolled furiously as the bong grew into an opaque, almost yellowish white. He struggled to take as much of it as he could, but he had to do it in two breaths. When he exhaled, his clouds were cotton-thick. "Oh shit," he coughed. It was so hot watching him. He was bewildered by the bong hits and I could tell he was already feeling fuzzy and good. I love a lightweight. "Holy fuck, that was a lot." I then gave myself a huge hit too. As soon as I sucked a fiendish cloud into my lungs, I pressed my lips to his and shotgunned it into him. He gulped it down with some trouble, and the clouds billowed out from his mouth. "Fuck yeah," he mumbled, beginning to touch himself through his shirt restlessly. He saw me eyeing him, and then flushed with embarrassment. The T was fucking with his body heat, and he was already sweating. "You feel good, babe?" I asked. "Yeah, I feel real good. Can I take another hit?" he asked. "Hell yeah. Tonight, you can take as many hits as you want." He looked at me like I was his hero. If he wasn't already halfway to becoming a Tina whore, he probably would've realized I was actually a bad man. I passed the bong to him and lit the torch for him again, keeping the flame there to force him to take another monstrous hit he couldn't handle. I watched him cough and choke, then pretended to care and ask if he was OK. I didn't give a shit if he was OK. I kissed him softly on the lips after every time I shot-gunned my hit to him and asked him if he was feeling good. Little did he know, feeding him my leftover clouds would be the only time I'd ever kiss him like that. At that point, I had already decided Chris wasn't going to be a customer. He was going to be my whore, and I was feeding him hits I was already planning on how to enslave him. You see, I installed a secret camera built into a clock on the nightstand. I already have a tape of Chris smoking T, but that's only the beginning. Over the course of the following few weeks, the camera would capture Chris doing cocktails of drugs multiple times as well as getting bred by quite an array of anonymous men. I'd then blackmail Chris to being my live-in whore if he didn't want the videos released to his friends and family and the internet...and then I planned to do it anyway. Once he's living with me, he'll become fully dependent on drugs, and I'll start selling his pussy and videos of him getting fucked. The rest is just making him follow a fitness plan and taking care of his body to keep him sexy and healthy enough in face of all that I was going to put him through. I got more excited about my plans for Chris looking at his pure face. Just thinking about how I'm going to be the one responsible for turning this innocent boy into a piece of whore trash that's gonna get violated by so many sleazy men without remorse...it turned me on a hell lot. After we cleared two rounds of the bong, I set it down and decided it was time to enjoy what would soon be mine. Without ceremony, I slid my hand under Chris' shirt. My hand's giant, muscled silhouette was visible down to the vein through his skin-tight shirt until it reached his pecs. I glazed my fingers over his nipples, savoring them. His skin was so smooth and warm I heard myself groan with lust. Even though he turned a little red and was clearly nervous, he didn't protest. Partly because he liked and trusted me, partly because he was spun, and partly just because he was another easy, slutty faggot. I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. To be continued.

Hey Can you please remove all pics/albums in my gallery? Thx

damn I thought even the most extreme things turned me on but this was way too much. this story tries to be as dark as possible but just leaves me limp and kind of horrified

Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.