MTLneg

Although my story makes a small reference to RJB56’s “Graduation Night”, the latter cannot be associated or be held responsible for what follows, nor that I pretend to write stories as hot as RJB’s. Part 1 I deal drugs. You’re offended? Sue me. I’m also a motherfucker. If I’m horny, I will fuck you up onto next Sunday more ways than your brain can think. Skin, ass, balls, cock, fingers, ears, nose, hair, tongue, they are all leverages for me to bend you over and breed you with my toxic cum. I grew up in a trailer trash park community made of ex-convicts, drug dealers, drug addicts, biker gang members. With a hard ass father (not my real one, but the most steady figure in my life) and multitude of fly-by-night mothers; sex, violence and drugs were the normality. I still live in the same park, but in my own trailer with the previous owner all tied up and gagged, nicely stow away in the narrow cupboard that the trailer offers. The wimpy old man, (he’s 42 and I am 24!) knew better to make any sounds when he is in “his room”. We are at this period of the year where graduation parties pop up 3 or 4 times a week. So yeah, I am busy. My sex and social life almost plummet to none during that period, and to be honest, my roomie was lacking some freshness, and motivation. Hence, the bondage. With nothing else to do while I am away making my deliveries, he was tasked to think his 5 top reasons for me to keep him. I had just dropped off earlier a nice delivery at Jordan and James mansion. They were hosting a graduation night party for a bunch of freshly legal Christian highschoolers, and if possible, to positively convert them to a new religion. I was at the Black Eagle, a friendly chaps and leather bar, nursing a second beer when I got a text from their nephew asking for G&T supplies. With a nod to the bartender, I grabbed my keys and drove back to the mansion. - Don’t tell my uncles. - Not my business to tell, as I collected my money. It’s on my way out that I saw a small frame in the grass near the entry bushes, face down ass up, puking his guts. Normally, I wouldn’t have blink on this scenery, but the clad-ass pants were appealing. As I got nearer, my hope to score almost vanished as I looked at the frail body. Underaged, I thought. - Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here. You are too young for this party. The kid raised his head, unveiling a thin moustache all over his upper lip. - Fuck you asshole! I’m nineteen and… He never finished his sentence as his wretched stomach was still upset and tried to expulse what ever was left. And he never had the chance to raise his head again as I grabbed him by the neck and force his face down to a fraction distance of the vomit. - You little punk! You think you can mouth me off? He tried to wiggle his ass out, but fuck, he was no match. - I will teach you respect and humility. Stick your tongue out! I have to give him credit, he was resisting. I increase the pressure on his neck at each word so he can see I meant business. - STICK. YOUR. TONGUE. OUT! It took only few seconds before seeing the light pink tip of his tongue touch lightly the soiled grass. - LICK IT. Nothing could have described better his position than the soft grizzling coming from his throat. With my other hand, I strongly slapped his ass. And lick he did. - You look like a filthy pig, I laughed. He was heaving deeply. - I suggest that you refrain yourself to puke again, little punk, because if you do, you will have to lick it up all over again. Not sit back on your heels and chin up. His face was covered in slime and smell like it. - Let me clean you up a bit. And with that I start pissing on his face and on his hair. In his drunk state, it took him few seconds to register the warm beer-recycled piss soaking his shirt and preppy pants. Maybe it was a cause-and-effect thing, or maybe just the fact that he to go, nevertheless he started to piss himself! I grabbed a large handful of his black mop. - You’re coming with me, piggy boy. Without any option, he had to follow my hand wherever it went. He was bent at belt level, and despite the piss smell, I kept him close to me. If he looked down, he would see my 11-1/2” size boots; if he looked up, it would see my semi-hard 7” cock trapped in what was coming to be an indecent bulge. My car wasn’t really that far but I took my time, walking slowly. - You’re coming with me. I will fuck you. Hard. A few times. I might beat you. For fun. Make you beg to suck my cock and lick my armpits, or anything else. - I will never suck you. I like guys that has guts. This one has still some fight in him. It would be fun to strip his mind, one step at the time; to ply the straight boy as I wish until he would ask for more. Never say never. - Challenge accepted. I let him rise his head and he got a good look at me. His eyes went down briefly at my crotch and back. I just smile. - Unh uhn. You are not getting in the car with your clothes. He just stood there with a dumbfounded look. - You should think before letting a stranger piss on you. Now, strip. Slowly. He looked around. It was past midnight, and the street was deserted. You were able to hear distant noises from the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dime-sized virgin nipples. Then he removed what were once new shoes, probably bought for the event. Then came the fancy pants. Size 24. - Underwear. He brought his hands to the waistband, and with a defiant look, he removed the blue and grey stripped fashion-style boxer brief. I pop up the trunk and threw the dirty clothes in after retrieving his wallet. - Get in. - I’m not gay, he said with a shiver in his voice, hands clasp to his crotch. I look with satisfaction at his body. Probably 5-foot, 110 lbs. Average in the cock department. He wasn’t bony or skinny. He was a young man on a small frame with a nice dark olive complexion. - Doesn’t matter. I am. And I closed the trunk.

@SlampaBay "Didn't like that Ben from the start"? Well, I invite you to read (if it is your style) how Dimitri deals with him in Me, Carlos and Ben

Part 5 Caio was right behind me, his erect cock standing tall against my ass. I was still pissing in the guy’s ass which was overflowing down on his face, filling nostrils and eyes orbits. He pushed me forward, crushing even more the guy under me. I felt the piercing going down between my cheeks to sink down in the wells of piss that had become the hostage hole. - Urgggh - Fuck - Hot Three different reactions from the trio that we had formed. Taking leverage by his hands on my shoulders to take leverage, Caio pulled out Cuntbuster completely, creating an obscene suction in the overstretched hole. I shuddered, close to orgasm. - Don’t dare you cum, pretty boy And with all his weight, Caio buried Cuntbuster to the hilt. A loud snap was heard and the guy wail liked a wounded animal. Encouraged by the small crowd cheering, Caio repeated his performance few times. - Just for the fun of it, he said One of the guys managed to insert his flaccid cock in the hostage after writing on his forehead the words: Piss Bucket. *** Most of the girls were gone now except a couple, including the ginger from this morning. The other one was blowing the delivery guy as a tip. I took the opportunity to dress and put distance between me and Caio. I only found my jeans and sneakers. My t-shirt, socks and underwear were nowhere to be seen. - Nice performance Leo had captured my total encounter with Caio. Almost 2 hours of footage in which I almost got fucked. I asked him to delete the recording, not wanting to find myself on some random gay porn sites. - Nothing wrong with it I begged to differ, but with Leo, it was useless to argue. The shooting resumed as per schedule. Caio was following me like a predator. It was making me nervous and distracting me which cause Leo to intervene - Shooed away, you fucker The last scene scenario was a double date where the two girls were plotting together as their “boyfriends” watched a game. Like any porn plot, the girls started making out with the guys and started to undress. - Fuck me I was dumbfounded. The gorgeous ginger was a guy! And same for his(her) partner. The foursome fornicated in every position possible to end with facials. Leo and I packed all the materials in a record time, it was just few minutes past midnight. Two guys carried out the hostage guy which looked to be in some sort of disarticulated pretzel. A demolition team were already tearing down all the decors. I realized that by noon today, there would be no trace of what happened here. Caio and two other guys had decided to drive to a club downtown. - You’re coming with me, pretty boy I looked at Leo who just shrugged - I told them you would go. They are a good customer of mine. A problem? There was no harm to join them for a beer or two, and then excused myself. *** The car was parked on a quiet side street. The car trunk was open. - We’ll be back. You be quiet, neighborhood isn’t safe There, in the trunk, the hostage was laying naked and caked with crusty cum, saliva and blood. I noticed the guy had a very small cock and balls. - If you try to escape, alert someone or any fuss, I will make sure your bones count goes way over 250. One of the actors pulled a large plastic bag with various toys that were used in the various shooting. Pretzel got his hand ties to his knees, alligator clamps on nipples, ear lobes, nose, foreskin and balls. Satisfied with his work, the actor spitted a huge gob of phlegm. I looked at Caio in disbelief. - Your choice. You can join him or come with us. To my surprise, it was one of the regular club where me and my friends uses to hang out, even brought my ex-girlfriend a couple of time. The music was good and the crowd friendly. As we enter, I recognize some familiar faces. Ben Schultz was there with his girlfriend. We went to high school together. He became a star-athlete in college. We weren’t close friends, but enough to greet each other. I wasn’t really popular. And contrary to what one might believe, having a dad offering without shame to suck them as soon as they walk in, is not a winning ticket. Oh yeah, he succeeded to blow some of them, but never stick around for long. - To the new assistant! Cheers As I sip my beer, Caio put his arm around my shoulder and was laughing without sexual innuendo. I was really tired from the long day and thought nothing of it. The guys went silent suddenly and one whispered something to Caio who raised his head looking at two guys that just entered the bar. A large man in nice clothing preceded by a Slavic-look guy who was scouting the room for someone. He walked directly to Caio when he saw him. - Don’t say a word and don’t do anything, whatever happens, if you know what is good for you. Both actors looked worried, but Caio was all smile - Dimitri! My friend! They brotherly hugged and exchange few words. Then Dimitri look at me and asked Caio who the slut was. - An assistant, works with Leo. Dimitri pursed his lips and nodded. He slipped his hand inside my jeans founding my hole, grazing a finger. - Not fucked? - Not yet Dimitri took my face in his hand and turned it toward the suite man. A brief and awkward pause. The suit man shook his head and Dimitri let me completely go before fending crowd in search for another prey. - May be another time All three guys looked at each other and remained silent. We had another beer, drinking it slowly, but the conversation had died with Dimitri’s appearance. - Try so stay away from him. That was all they told me about Dimitri. I went to men’s room. Dimitri had followed right behind me, but I didn’t noticed. I went to the urinal and Ben was next, horse-pissing. - You’re one of them faggot? The words were slurred. He was slightly drunk. - Let me show you what a man looks like He stepped back and turned around pissing on my lower leg, and start laughing. Dimitri stepped in, grab Ben’s head and smashed it against the wall with force. - Enough for you, arrogant prick, you are coming with me. Lets find out how much man you are. Dimitri marched out the men’s room, still holding Ben’s by the neck. At the door, Dimitri wink at me. - Not a word to anyone, assistant, or I’ll come for you. *** Back at the table, two more actors from the shoot had joined us. Caio looked at me. - Piss yourself? I ignored him, looking around to see if I can spot Ben. No sign of Ben or his girlfriend. Apparently Dimitri and the suited man were gone also, because the conversation had started back between the actors. - It seems that there some actions down the street. Let’s roll.

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

Part 3 Dad wasn’t home when I arrived, but one of the bikers from the night before was. He was laying down on the couch watching a kickboxing tournament, and a hand in his pants fondling his junk and a beer in the other, Since I had to get up early next morning, I resigned myself to sleep in Dad’s bed. Around 2 am, I felt movement as the guy tried to cuddle me. - Fuck you, I’m not gay. I said half-awakened, grabbing a pillow and moving back to my couch. I woke up at 5 and decided for a quick shower. Dad was still not there. The bathroom is in line with the bedroom and since it doesn’t have a door (I think dad sold it for weed at some point) so there was no way for me to take care of my morning wood. The warm water felt amazing. Pulling back the thin curtain, I found the guy sitting on the bed, facing me and jerking off rapidly. I grab a towel to cover myself. - Get a life, man. With a final grunt, the guy climaxes and just rolled on the bed showing his back. Large letters can be seen above his ass: “Cum Dump”, and above it a larger biohazard tattoo. I might not be gay, but living with my dad was much more instructive than any sexual education class, so I knew what the tattoos meant. I just hoped that Dad was taking his precautions. *** Leo didn’t say much about today’s job as I loaded the material in the van. - Hope you didn’t make any plan for tonight, boy, because I don’t expect we will be back before the wee hours of tomorrow. He didn’t say anything more about the job, but I suspected it wouldn’t be a corporate profile photoshoot. The drive wasn’t long, and we arrived at a deserted industrial area. Leo drove to the back of a condo-like warehouse and honk twice. The garage door opened, and Leo pulled back the van. The day was about to begin. Inside, there were 3 or 4 décor sets mimicking bedrooms. The last one was darker and look like a medieval dungeon. - I guess we are shooting porn today I tall lanky guy flanked by a really nice ginger bimbo greeted Leo. As they discussed logistics, I was day-dreaming about how she might look naked. My dick confined in my jeans was chubbing seriously. She was on her phone and completely ignoring us. It took us most of the morning to install everything. The first shoot was a lesbian session. Leo asked me to film from a certain angle. It was silly of me to be concerned about getting hard. It was hot for sure, but at the end disappointing. It was nothing like porn on the internet. The action was always interrupted. The girls would go at it for few minutes than stop to reposition, make-up, hair combing, etc. So, no erection. They weren’t even making a lot of sounds as most of it would be done at the post-production. The second session was a straight porno. It was hotter and had to adjust myself a few times. The Latino guy had an impressive dick. He pounded the girl with such force that she was emitting little high-pitched sounds similar to a poodle being strangled. - Take it, bitch The Latino gave few short and brutal thrusts, before pulling out. A flow of thick sperm was leaking from the angry red cunt lips. - Cut Then we did a series of shorter sessions, different actors, but mostly the same. Then we shot two hung guys screwing a small Asian girl almost non-stop in every way possible. That was hot. Then we stopped for quick bite around 3 pm. Leo had brought sandwiches and homemade iced tea for me, and water for him as he doesn’t like the tea flavor. I admit, the taste was horrible, but didn’t want to offend him and told Leo it was good. After all, he was nice enough to think about me. So, I got to drink the entire thermos as Leo kept filling my glass since “I like it so much”. A lot of the actors and actresses stopped by for a quick chat and thank us for our work. All of them knew Leo and made, what it seems, inside jokes with him. We started back with one of the hung guy with the same Asian girl. Then the second guy from the last session walked in and started making out with the other guy. - Aargh, bisexual gay porn! I don't hate gays. It's just not for me. And don't tell me I am not open-minded. After all, I do have a gay-slut as a father. Leo had put me next to the bed, under a series of spotlights. I had a full detailed view of a rimming battle between a pointy wet tongue and pinky dry tight hole. The result was imminent and obvious. Either the already long day was taking its toll on me or it was the heat emanating from the lights, but I felt warmer like when you start having a fever. We were at what I assumed the end of the session as the guys were breathing hard and jerking their cocks over the actress face, when a commotion can be heard at the back of warehouse. Leo motioned me to follow him and keep filming. Moving around didn't help, I felt few seconds of dizziness, and slightly warmer. Three guys came in with another guy in tow, hands tied up behind his back, a full-hood covering his head like a hostage on TV. They went directly to the dungeon set. The guy was stripped naked and once chained to the bed, the hood was removed. The hostage actor was gagged, tears on his face had not finished drying up, hair disheveled. He had terrified look and was mumbling through the gag. - Leo! Where is your assistant? The Latino guy from the first scene was shouting from an adjacent room. - He’s coming, replied Leo. Give me the camera and go help Caio. And wipe the drool at your mouth! I must have been drooling for while as my t-shirt showed a fairly large wet spot. In the room, Caio was standing and totally naked. - I need you to put my PA on my cock. I froze. He wanted me what? - I’ll call someone else to help you. - Nonsense. Get on your knees and put the jewelry on Cuntbuster. - Cuntbuster? - Yes, that’s my pet’s name. Caio started caressing his cock, almost stroking it. - Hurry up. We need to move. There is a virgin waiting for me on the set! Thanks to dad, I have seen my share of cocks in various shapes, sizes and stage of hardness and stayed away as I prefer pussies. I never been that close to a cock like this (even my own) and my hands were shaking. - First time? I simply nodded. - You will get use to it. Even with Cuntbuster, eventually. - No offense, but I don’t swing that side. - Every guy does. I am not sure what it meant by that, but I successfully slipped the PA in place. I was drooling again and wipe it to realize my fingers were all sticky with precum. Before I raised myself, the pair of hands grabbed my head and pushed it closer to the mighty Cuntbuster and its shiny PA with its impressive weight ball. dandling in front of me. - Since you are here, why don’t you fluff it a little. I will get hard faster when I got to fuck the little guy over there. - No way, I am not a cocksuc… The cock entered my mouth, tainting it with a foul salty taste, until it reach the back of my throat, triggering a natural gag reflex. - I wasn’t asking. Go on suck Cuntbuster a little. No one will know. I was trying to push him away and I was failing. His thighs were like steel and the strong grip on my head allowed him to slowly fuck my face. The constant movement accentuated the dizziness gave me retching. - No teeth or you will learn sooner why I gave it the name of Cuntbuster. I am not sure if the cock grew harder, but Cuntbuster was causing some damages as I can feel my tonsils hurting. - I know it’s not easy to please Cuntbuster, but I think he likes you. As Caio forced his cock in, he pulled it out the same way: him being in control. Like my mouth that was entirely painted with precum, only a small part of the cock (that was in my mouth) was covered with a thick coat of saliva. - It is very generous of you as it is the only lube the guy will get. I don’t know how long they were there, but two guys were observing the scene from the door frame. - Any good? One of the guys asked - Positively promising, responded a smiling Caio. As I passed the guys at the door, he told me in a mocking tone - If you suck cocks and you are getting paid for it, you know what it makes you, no? Yeah genius, I thought, it makes me a whore. Like the drooling idiot as I was, I followed Caio back to the set.

Part 2 The next few days were boring. Just some corporate profile pictures at some downtown office. The receptionist was hot and friendly thought. She gave me her Tiktok. I don’t have a phone. I barely afford my rent share with dad, a phone was definitely out of question. So I pretended I forgot it. On Friday, we spend the day at the studio cleaning the lens and other stuff. By 2, we were done. Leo invited me for a beer, but I had to decline as I did not have any money and pay day was only the following week. - You’re broke? No pocket change at all? - No, I reply blushing. In fact, I was wondering if I can get an advance, my rent is due Monday. Leo squinted at me for few seconds which made me blushing even more. I am sure my cheeks went crimson. - Why didn’t you say so? With that, he pulled out a roll of money and handed me $800 cash. This is for your week. - Euh… Really… thank you. I really appreciate it… I don’t want to sound ungrateful but shouldn’t it be 840$? - It should, but let say its to cover the interests. A problem? I just shook my head. I would have to manage carefully between pay days, I thought. *** The bar was only two doors down from the studio. You had to know it was there as there was no external sign. If you’d look carefully, there was an “open” neon in the window which seems to be turned on the low dim. The waitress was pretty skinny and had some charms for her. A lot of make-up, blond hair, high heels which cause her to arch her back, indecently accentuating a pair of breasts ready to pop out of her bra. - Is this a new one Leo? she asked with a faintly lisp. - Yep - Are you going to keep him this time? Leo look at her, than me. - Maybe - Maybe? I retorqued. I hope he was not considering firing me yet. - Well, he has a lot of potential and soon he might move on in a different path. A different path? With no college degree, no money, a whore as a dad, I don’t know how I could land on a more profitable job. - I will for sure follow his career. She left with our order, but not before giving me a wink and a finger at the corner of her mouth. I might stick around and score some pussy tonight. Or at least get my cock sucked. I adjusted myself down there. Leo was grinning at me. - She might not be your type, you know, but what ever your type is. Just saying. The bar was filling up with older and biker-gang guys grouping around the pool tables. We chit chat about anything as we drank our beer slowly. - I haven’t mentioned it before because I am not sure you would be ready, but since you seem short on money… I have a gig all day tomorrow and I can use some help. - All day? That meant $168. - It would pay you double. - I’m in, I blurt out immediately. My mind racking with all this extra money. Maybe I would be able to afford a new couch? Who knows? - Deal, then. Be at the studio at 6 tomorrow morning. Leo took a crisp twenty to pay the waitress. She waited for Leo to exit the bar. - Follow me. As soon as I enter the small room behind her, the waitress dealt with my belt and fished out my cock which went from 0 to 100 in 5 seconds. Fuck! I had few girls that went down on me, but this one was a keeper for sure. Best blow job ever. The sad thing about it is it was over too soon. She gave a small peck on my lips - See you soon, I hope, and went back serving the patrons. - Euh, yeah I would like that… Eh what’s your name? - Around here, they called me Prissy. I went home smiling like a guy that just won a million dollars.

I was 20 and looking for a better job. Economy was though and good job rare. I was working a nightly part-time in a warehouse. My drunken dad pointed out from the local newspaper a small ad: “Assistant Needed. No experience needed. Might be free to travel occasionally”. Why not? I called and the man asked me if I can come for an interview later in the afternoon, as he really need to find someone. Turned out, it was a small photo studio. Leo was a man of few words. With some “hummm” and “ah”, he read my resume. As I was waiting, I looked at the place. It was dusty and spider webs can be seen. Didn’t look like there was a lots of business activities. I would politely decline the position and continue looking for something else. - You’re hired, if you can start tomorrow. - Ungh? I replied surprise, I mean… I don’t… - Is there a problem? I thought you were looking for a job? Leo interrupted me. - No, no I am looking for a job, but… - Deal, Leo replied. Be here tomorrow at 8. Don’t be late” With that Leo pushed me outside the studio and locked the door before disappearing. Bewildered, I went back home to find dad getting fucked by a tattooed guy on the couch. The same couch where I sleep. Unfazed, the man looked at me: “Almost done here. Then he’s yours!” I went to the john and released a wicked piss. - So, the job? My dad yelled. - I got it, I said walking back to the living room. The guy was already gone. - How much? - I don’t know - What do you mean you don’t know? - I didn’t have the chance to ask. The guy was in a hurry, I lied. Anyhow, I don’t intend to take the job. My dad was stirring the load in his ass with two fingers. - Can you not do that, dad? It’s disgusting. - I got 25 bucks, at least. With that dad wiped his fingers on the cushion, leaving a dirty trace on it. - Almost forgot, your boss said they don’t need you at the warehouse this week. So, I guess you will have to take the job unless you want to find out on the street. Your rent is due Sunday. *** Leo was happy to see me. At least that’s how I interpreted the grunt he gave me after I knocked on the studio door. The job was simple: Leo would drive to various place and do private photoshoot. He needed someone to load and unload the material in the truck. I simply nodded which seems to satisfy him. I have to give him credits, he knew his stuff. He took the time to explain me how to handle the material and their uses. At lunch, I risked myself to ask Leo how much the job pay. - 21 dollars for moving the material. 28 dollars if you do some actual shooting work, and 40 dollars plus tips if you participate in the shooting, minus 10% as my commissions. I guarantee you at least 40 hours per week. - At least? We work more? - Oh yeah, sometimes we work full weekend. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. As I lay down on the stinky couch that night, I was excited by the perspective of a better life. I would get $840 a week which was better than the meager 224$ I was getting at the warehouse. I was brought back to reality as Dad stumbled in the one-bedroom apartment with two bearded bikers. - Does he fuck? one of them asked my Dad - Nah. He’s straight… - Too bad With that they disappeared in the bedroom. By the sound of it, Dad got spit-roasted roughly a few times during the night. Life couldn’t get worst than what it was living with Dad, isn’t it?

The Island by Poz Puppy? (not in Mexico)

Part 6 Ok, you guessed it right. I am a sadistic bastard. If it would have been up to me, little Ben would be pimping his cute little ass on the street, selling his holes for few bucks instead of telling his story. My name is Dimitri Vassiliev and I worked for Carlos for the last 6 years. Anyone looking at us would think that Carlos is the muscle man, doing all the dirty work. In fact, Carlos is the boss. He owns me, like the few dozen young male prostitutes who work for him. It’s like that, Carlos has a lot of money, but he isn’t a show-off. And don’t get me wrong, Carlos is a mass of muscles. He broke my arm twice, the first time to teach me a lesson, the second for fun. I was 21 back then when one night, in need for cash, I spotted a nice BMW, discreetly parked few feet from the main street. An easy target. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” a male voice said. I turn around to find the shadow of a guy around my age, lewdly undressed for one and unique purpose: sex. “What do you care faggot? So fuck off!” I snickered at him and prepare to break-in the car. I felt a large hand gripping my shoulder and another pushing me against the car. The next few hours are unknown to me, as Carlos always refused to tell me what happened, except that somewhere there was a “video of me committing an unforgivable act for which I wouldn’t want the police to find out about”. What I know is I woke up in a messy room with 6-7 guys naked or almost naked. I was naked myself except for a small little pink thong. I tried to stand up to find many hands pushing me back down on the couch, groping me. Urgh! Faggots! “Drink!” one of them told me, holding a bottle at me while another one pinched my nose and tilted my head. The other guys were horsing around, laughing. Loud music could be heard from the floor below. A guy straddled me, pinning my arms, lazily dragging his junk on my belly button. “Good girl, now don’t move!”. The wet tip of his cock was leaving traces as he was sensually gyrating his hips. I had hard time to focus. An annoying buzzing sound above me came forward. Someone was shaving my head. Another drink, two pills, another black out. “Come on loser, it’s your turn!” A tall hairy guy was slapping me awake. “Huh? My turn for what?” I managed to say, still confused about where I was and what I had to do?” “Stand here, and when Bob called your name, you go on the scene and do a nice little dance for all the patrons. Marco, stay with him.” Marco was the type of guy that hit the gym more than once a week. As he walked toward me, his impressive semi-hard cock bounced on a very low set of balls. He positioned himself behind me, pressing his cock against the thin cord of the thong. His left hand casually stroking my soon-to-be-hard cock. In normal circumstances, I would have beat the sonofabitch, but nothing. I should have ran away, but in my drugged-state of mind, it never occurred to me. “Don’t worry, after the first twelve to fifteen times, you’ll get the gist of it” After a warm applause, a naked guy sauntered in the room. A loud voice from speakers was heard: “And now, for its first time with us, straight (literally) from the streets, ready to be converted to a new lifestyle, please welcome our latest young punk, I named, Prissy Dim-Dim!” The crowd started to applause and cheers again. “Up you go, Dim-Dim, it’s you” as Marco pushed me toward the scene. “Go make your little dance!” That was 6 years ago. Any fuckers daring to call me that name again, would wish to be dead. Only Carlos called me Prissy, sometimes. When there is no one around. That night, Prissy Dim-Dim became the event of the night. I didn’t dance the first four songs, and was forced to stay on the scene until I completed my rotation. A set of three dances where I slowly strip until I am naked. With only a thong barely hiding my pill-induced hardon, I just stood there, hands over my crotch. A customer sitting in the front row, definitely a biker, motioned me in a friendly-manner to come closer. Then he started to talk to me in a low voice. I had to bent in order to hear him which brought me closer to him. In a swift move, he grabbed the two rings from my chest (For fuck sake! When did I get my nipples pierced!?) causing me to scream which draw a lot of laughs. “Listen to me, punk-boy, you better start shaking your little ass to please me, or I swear you will dance at the sound of my belt whipping you. ” I danced. Three times. I scampered back in the room, crying like a baby, wishing to disappear. Then I got a hazing from the other stripped dancers which can be resume to a gang bang. Marco and another guy named Jet, or Jett, had dibs on me. Jett was the first to fuck me, asking me to beg for his POZ cum, to fill my tight virgin ass with his toxic load. The drugs had wear off and I was fully-aware of what he was asking. I begged him to not fuck me. He pressed his cock against my asshole, testing its resistance. And again. Alas the tip penetrated me. Who ever tells you that they haven’t put anything up their butt, not even their little finger and they enjoy their cherry being taken, well, they lied. I begged him to stop. He pushed his hard cock to the hilt, grinding my ass to make sure I felt every inch of his dick fully-lodged in my ass. It is, to this day, the weirdest feeling I ever had. A cock went straight through, and very deep, abruptly rearranging my guts. I begged him to pulled out. He hammered me like a mad man. I was fucked by a complete stranger, ignoring me, like I a fleshlight. As he fucked me, he kept telling me he wouldn’t last very long, and I better beg him for his load. Then I was overwhelmed by the shrieks of being fucked, the grunts of the fucker, the smell of shit, the sweats of manly bodies. As he fucked me, one more unexpected thing happened, the need to cum. I begged him to fucked me harder. He did, and cum from my own cock flew everywhere in front of me. I was spent. The euphoric rush you have just when you cum was gone. I needed no more to be fucked. He never stop. I knew what was coming. I begged him to not cum in me. He just laughed; “I will stop fucking you if you beg me as I asked”. “Please give me your load”, I said loud enough for him to hear me. “Close, but not enough”, he replied. His short grunts told me he was almost there. “Please give me your toxic load”, I managed to say. Anything to stop him fucking me. “Wish granted” was his reply and with that he long-dicked me brutally. “Wait! What? You told me you’d stop if I beg you” “Oh I’ll stop, but not until I give you my gift!” he panted. He kept his cock in me, thrusting in sporadically, like after waves from an earthquake. He brought his mouth to my right ear, nibbling it a little before whispering: “I told you I wouldn’t do that if I were you”.

Part 5 “Oh Ben! I taught you better, isn’t it?” The smiling face over me did not bode well. Dimitri looked splendid. Me? I was a wreck: physically my body wasn’t responding, and mentally, the anticipated fear was clouding all my survival instincts. Dimitri and I just got out of the shower, and he was drying me. “Never refuse a cock. No matter the shape, the color or the body it comes from. For you, a cock is to be service. Small or big. Cut or not. Poz or not. Anyone with a cock means for you to be on your knees or on your back, receiving it on one of your holes. Do you understand?” No answer came out of me, but his hand squeezing my jaw was mimicking a “Crystal clear, Sir”. Dimitri was now smiling, but it wasn’t his cruel smile anymore. In fact, I never seen him smiling like this before. And it worried me. For the last three hours or so, Dimitri had abused my body, soiled it with cum and piss, after overworking my nipples and balls. Dimitri had abused my mind verbally while with each thrust, slap, lick, spit, squeeze, spank, etc. he called me slut, cunt, asslicker, cumdump, pig, whore, dickhole over and over like a mantra. Melissa was long gone, after she/he forced his cock in my throat until I puked which Dimitri asked me to lick back all of it. Only then, Melissa had cum over my face. Not exactly cum, but more like watery jets of a putrid liquid in my eyes, nose and mouth. Dimitri had showed up right after Melissa made her threat. Dimitri had slapped me a few times before shoving his fingers in his mouth. “Get with the program, faggot. I’ll deal with your punishment later.” “Yes, Sir” was my response, before my mind even realized it. One year of therapy and thousands of dollars later to reinforce my self-esteem and confidence had just vanished in few seconds... Dimitri had conditioned me to respond as a low-life faggot, and my subconscious remembered it. Dimitri just laughed and the onslaught began. Dimitri fucked me on the couch. I didn’t even resist. I pulled my legs and brought them to my shoulders. You bet it hurt. Like loosing my virginity, again. He flooded my ass with his hot cum. This was the first fuck, and it only took 4-5 minutes. Dimitri fucked me in the bedroom. On the kitchen counter. On the floor in the hall, in the bathroom. He even forced me to drink his piss before sucking him hard again while he sat on the toilet taking a dump. I was so afraid of what might be next, that I sucked his veiny cock with much more enthusiasm, giving him a world-class blowjob. Dimitri took his naked right foot and put it on my torso before giving a shove, sending my cum-dripping sore ass on the cold floor tiles. Without wiping his ass, he stood up and hooked two big fingers in my nose, pulling me back on my feet, flipped me over the lavatory, kicked my legs spread wide open, so my dick and balls were on full view. I remembered my tits against the cold steel lavatory and thought how soothing it was, only to be brought back to reality as Dimitri plunged back his fat cock in my cunt. I was rewarded with a second load. As my ass didn’t know if it should close or stay open, most of the load splattered on the floor in heavy white clumps. “Get on your knees and lick up my toxic load” Dimitri told me while slapping my ass. “Be quick and join me in the shower before I use all the hot water”. I don’t have to tell you that I was on my knees like a cum-starving cheap whore, lapping the slop in a record time. The fact that I had taken multiple poz loads scared me for a long time after my first encounter with Dimitri. Although, all the tests came back negative. Now, with my tongue carefully cleaning all cum spots, I couldn’t care less. I would do what ever I needed to do. Then I would go home, pack and move anywhere far from Dimitri. I washed Dimitri’s body like a devoted slave. I noticed his body was firmer than I recalled. More muscles, less fat. More tattoos as well. I felt my cock firming up, not to a full erection, but chubbing nicely. How sick can it be? Here, I spent hours being molested and I am getting aroused! For fuck sake, I was not gay, and not a masochist. Was I? The fact did not went unnoticed to Dimitri. He just smiled. Fuck! Gay or not, the man was handsome. When I was done, he pushed me on my knees and turned around. And with a dubious look, he said: “If you did a good job, you won’t have a problem to lick my ass, isn’t? He firmly grabbed my head and pushed it in his ass. I ate his ass for all it worth. I don’t know how long, but I know that in the end my jaw was hurting, and my tongue was numb. Dimitri put me back on my feet and started washing me. All the time our eyes were locked on each other. At that moment, I can’t describe how I felt. It wasn’t love as no one can ever love a guy like Dimitri. It wasn’t tenderness as Dimitri wouldn’t allow such thing. “You are my property. Mine.” That’s what he told me the first time I met him. Somehow, and like many other things he told me during my excruciating encounter with him, it was engraved in me. Conditioned. That’s what I was. “Good girl. You did good. I would like to throw another fuck at you, but I have some other business to attend.” That’s it? He was done with me, and I would go home? I knew better than to show him my excitement at this possibility. I followed him in the living room where he started getting dressed. I looked around and gathered my trouser and 1 shoe. The zipper of my pants was broken. I also looked for my socks but they were nowhere to be seen. I would have to go home barefoot. My shirt was ruined when Dimitri ripped it of with his two large hands. So I would go bare chest. I left my disgusting underwear on the floor, subtly pushing them under the couch with my left foot, really careful to not draw Dimitri’s attention. I had used it to wipe Melissa’s cum from my face and I did want to be force to suck them clean... So I would go commando. Dimitri was fully-dressed, looking at his phone and frowned. Then he look at me. “You are not coming with me”, he stated. “but, don’t worry, I will take care of you. Now, back in the guest bedroom”. With a hand on my lower back, his finger playfully scratching the top of my ass crack. He directed me through the corridor toward the bedroom, to be greeted by none of the less, his forever acolyte, Carlos. “You will spend some quality time here this weekend with Carlos. He will review some of the rules that should govern your life. And you still owe me a punishment”. “Hello boy, nice to see you again”, Carlos said, motioning me to sit next him on the bed. A widescreen television was facing the double bed. Dimitri spent few minutes setting some controls, turned on the TV before sauntering of the room. It was like a security screen with 6 closed-circuit displays. For few seconds, nothing happen and then, in a blink of an eye, each circuit showed two guys having rough sex, one abusing the other. The top was verbally and physically assaulting the bottom in each circuit, and the bottom was moaning in one, begging for more in the other; the others were as pathetic as the first ones: crying of despair, gurgling around a cock shoved in his throat, screaming from a brutal fuck or the sound of ass licking and balls worshipping. They were the most obscene videos I ever seen. On them, it was me and Dimitri.

Part 4 Even if the mirror returned a nice smile from a fresh-shaven face, Ben knew it was a façade. Inside him, he knew something was broken. Shaking his head again, the smile reappeared. It’s been almost over a year since he heard from Carlos and the sadistic Dimitri. Ben was looking back at the young man. Gone were the red marks and the black eyes. The puffy lips took as much time as his nose to gain back a natural state, although his nose would always appear misshapen. The brute piercing left a permanent hole on his left ear that would never healed completely, so Ben kept an earring which he thought it gave him a trending look. Unconsciously his hand went from his earring to his nose. The septum was still showing some unforgivable signs of a piercing; despite it was almost invisible now, Ben was still able to feel the weight of the thick-ring, now removed. His hand traveled to his chest and caressed his nipples through the thin white linen shirt. They had remained very sensitive following the extreme abuse, and the infection that followed. The doctor had used a special cutter to remove the tit-rings. Dimitri must have them sealed with a superglue of some sort. Ben was looking at himself in the mirror. He took few long and deep breathes to calm his fast-beating heart. This was the past. All behind him. Tonight, was his first date with a girl, Melissa, since the horrible events. Thanks to his counselor and months of therapy, he had overcome his fears and insecurity, but mostly he gained back some sense of normal heterosexuality. His mental state took a darker turn after Carlos brought him home a year ago. Carlos stayed with him that entire week, keeping him naked all time. Carlos wanted to have full access to all his holes whenever he wished. And only God knows how many times Carlos had ravaged him, throat and ass. And not always in that order. Ben remembered exactly the moment went his mind lost the battle, the moment he totally broke: he had cum free-hand while Carlos was fucking him. No normal straight guy, he thought, would cum while getting fucked. But he had. He had became a faggot. His counselor had worked hard to convince him to the fact that it might have been inevitable – to cum while being fucked – due to the extreme treatments he was submitted to. For the moment, and for the sake of returning to a normal life, he had to focus on his date. A positive step in the right direction. It was another patient of his counselor that organized this blind date between him and Melissa. Ben had met him in the lobby few times, and they connected. Ben was able to feel a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He was nervous. Breathe. “You can do it” he said out loud to himself with a last look in the mirror. It was time to go. *** Melissa was not what you would qualify a beautiful girl. She was about the same size as Ben, maybe just a bit taller with square shoulders, which gave her a strange look. Ben was uneasy. He was always taller than his girlfriends. Melissa was imposing. She had dirty blond hair down, brown-eyes, pouty lips and too much make-up. She had Latino accents. Her best attribute was a nice breast that her tight blouse hardly contained. The dinner went well. No. Better than expected. Ben was relieved that Melissa kept the discussion on general stuff, even talked intelligently about sports to an astounded Ben. “My place?” she simply asked. In the back of the cab, she went from a well-behaved girl to an insatiable dominant-kissing bitch in heat, fondling roughly his crotch with one hand where his reacting cock remained sadly confined. “You taste good” she said, before kissing him back. Ben almost felt being devoured by the young women. A man eater. Her hand was now pushing hard on his private parts, crushing his balls on the way. “Hmmm… big boy…” she whispered before pushing her tongue in his ear, biting the earlobe enough to cause a light pain. The drive was short, and not to soon the cab stopped. The neighborhood was familiar to Ben, an impression of déjà-vu, but Melissa was already dragging him in the apartment. The door was barely closed when she took off his linen shirt, tearing the last few buttons, and unbuckled his belt. The kissing returned momentarily; Ben was pushed back on a couch. In no mere 30 seconds, he lost shoes, socks and jeans, leaving him in boxer brief before being straddled by the big girl who returned kissing him aggressively, biting lips and tongue, drawing a little tear of blood. “Lets make you feel good” she told him. “Lift your ass” she added as she stood up and tug on his underwear. She shushed him as he was trying to protest, wanting to move things slower. And before soon, Melissa was sucking him to a nice hardon. “Ouch” Ben hissed as Melissa’s teeth gnawed on the cockhead, and mauling his balls. “Ah… Easy… It hurts” Ben protested. She raised her head, squinted her eyes and dove down on his cock, giving him one of the best blowjobs he was able to remember. Ben moaned out loud, making her bob up with more vigor. Ben was close to cumming. “I’m closed. You should back off… It’s not safe…” Ben told Melissa. The doctor had put in on meds last year which made him close to undetectable, but had warned him to be safe with his partner. The hungry mouth swallowed his cum with a strong suction, harder this time. She pumped the cock with her hand milking him while she ran her tongue over the piss slit while she sucked the cock clean. She leaned over him and shared a cummy kiss, pushing his precious poz sperm back in his mouth – a thick and tangier viscous cock snot. An aftertaste his mind dreadfully remembered. “My turn, big boy” she said. Ben did not anticipate such action for his first night out – the blind date – but he wasn’t going to stop if she was okay with it. A year on a dry-spell without fucking! He would insist to wear a condom. Ben was looking at his date as she undressed. She pulled her blouse, unveiling sexy Victoria-like bra. Once the bra gone, then she unsnapped her jeans before pulling them down. She slid the panties off. Ben frowned. Melissa smiled. She was a man! A huge semi-hard cock was on display before him. Shocked, he tried to stand up, only to be push back by a stronger “Melissa”. “Do you like it?” she taunted him, stroking his long cock, thicker than his, while the other hand was collecting precum. She offered her/his slimy finger to him. "Taste it," she said. “I don’t want to. Let me go.” he said firmly. The slap came promptly with a brute force. “Listen carefully, big boy.” A grave masculine voice replacing Melissa’s lovely voice. With the serious look on his assailant’s face, Ben was clearly able to see the masculine trait, able to realize that the strong female-body frame belonged to a man, and worse, that he was naked and trapped under this man. “I don’t care if you are straight, gay, girl or a cum-craving faggot, or not; I intend to bust a nut or two tonight, and your nice pretty lips around my cock will be a good prelude. Now start sucking.” Ben closed his mouth tight, obstinately refusing entrance to the nudging bulbous cockhead. Gone was Melissa. The man straightened up, his hard cock pointing right at him. “I’ll give you an option, the easy way which you start practicing your cocksucking skills with enthusiasm before I fuck your brains out and load you with my full-potent poz cum deep in your ass, or if you prefer the hard way, I will simply call our common friend, Dimitri!”

Part 3 – Making it home, safe Ben made it back home early Monday morning. Carlos drove him back, wrapped in the soiled bedsheet. No words were exchanged, but Carlos had helped Ben climbing the stair to his apartment and made sure he would be okay. A real gentleman. Ben nodded back as he entered the bathroom and closed the door. After his shower with Jeremy, Ben was forced to fuck-cuddled him on the couch. Carlos had came back and fucked him again. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time. In fact, Carlos fucked him like a lover. Passionately, as rape can be. It was a long, very long love fuck. Carlos was pulling out completely until the warm piercing was grazing the bloody asslips, before worming its way back, spreading his toxic precum in the now accommodating gut. Ben had gotten hard to his dismay, even came close to come, but the purpose of the fuck was not to be for his pleasure. It all started when Carlos came down to grab a bite and opened a new bottle of tequila. Jeremy had fall asleep with his cock in Ben’s ass and was now lightly snoring. With a fat finger, Carlos picked his bruised upper lips, prying his mouth to open, inserting the neck of the bottle. The vodka flowed in. Ben woke up to the excruciating burning sensation where his tongue was pierced. “Good, you are awake” Carlos said. Ben was only able to open one eye and saw the imposing mass standing above him. As Carlos relentlessly kept the bottle upward, Ben had to swallow large gulps or to drowned. “Now suck” The bottle removed was replaced by something larger, his cock. Ben was so tired, that he only suckled the head, Carlos' prince albert playing with the Ben's tongue-piercing. He must of like it because Carlos didn’t force his cock further. “Good faggot girl” he said. He pulled out his cock and the bottle was back at Ben’s mouth before feeding him his cock a second time. Carlos had let the vodka bottle fall to the ground. Empty. He grabbed Ben’s hair and forced him down to the mattress, dislodging him from Jeremy. Ben farted and something wet came out. Cum? Spit? Runny shit? Blood? Carlos didn’t care. He inserted his massive weapon like a spear in a soft pulpit. The fuck started. Ben was staring at himself in the mirror. He was a total mess. Dimitri had assured him that all will be fine, and no permanent physical harm was done to him. Dimitri. What a twisted sadistic fuck. While Carlos was “loving” him, Dimitri came down and went directly to the couch, flipped Jeremy on his stomach to impale him in one fluid plunge, and start fucking him like a possessed man. From my position on the floor, Ben was at the first row of this new raping. Rape? Jeremy barely grunted. It was more like a moan, an invitation for Dimitri to assault him more. Jeremy was pushing back his ass to meet Dimitri’s thrusts. Dimitri turned his head and was looking directly at Ben, with his cruel smile, and mouthed to him “You’re next!”. Carlos had given Ben another poz load in a sensual back-and-forth movement. A lot of the cum spilled out of my ass, but a patient Carlos took the time to put it back in Ben’s ass, one finger at the time, before making him clean the cum-coated fingers. Battered, Ben wondered when this ordeal would be over. It turned out that Dimitri wasn’t ready to fuck again so soon. "Thanks god!" he thought back then, he would get some rest and his ass some reprieve. None of this was meant to be... a sad Ben recalled, the scenario played in his head/ After his fuck with Jeremy, Dimitri brought his face down and spitted once in my good eye. “Open” he said, forcing his fingers on my jaw. My mouth was barely open expecting him to spit again. Instead, with a disgusting sound, he cleared his throat and with two fingers he forced my mouth wide-open and with his other hand spread my eyelids for me to see. He then let the thick viscous substance run out of his mouth. The sticky drop at start was getting bigger and starting to dribble down… My stomach was upset with all the vodka I was forced to ingest, now this was almost too much and I felt really sick. Oh fuck! the drip had reached my tongue and was slowly leaking toward my tonsils when a dark green slimy phlegm mass spilled out abruptly, following the sticky string path and dropped rapidly right in my throat. Dimitri hurried to close my mouth with his hand over, smiling at me. “If you vomit, cunt, I will have you lick it up. Now swallow like the filthy slut you are” he threatened me. I obeyed. “Good girl” Dimitri leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue and saliva and then went away somewhere in the apartment. With some of my unbroken fingers, I was trying to wipe the spit remnants from my eye when I heard Jeremy heaving loudly. A forceful jet of cum hit my nose and forehead, a second one right over my eye. Jeremy fed me his third and fourth loads by forcing his cock down to my uvula, making me gag dangerously close to vomit. “Fuck, that felt good, faggot. You will have to teach some of this to your girlfriend, if she still want you” Jeremy said walking toward the stairs. “I’ll say hi for you” he laughed before disappearing. I sobbed quietly. No sooner than later, Dimitri was back. Now he was straddling me, knees at chest level, his heavy balls resting on my torso, his pale cock with dark blue veins and its moist cockhead was pulsing only inches from my chin. “Don’t be sad, faggot, you weren’t meant for her anyway. Oh! Oh!.... mister faggot is angry again at me…” Dimitri was back in his sarcasm mode. “It’s not my fault if you are a closeted homo. One might tell that you don’t look like one, but we both know now that inside you, you are a truly a dick craving faggot and cum-gobbler. Anyway, I doubt that if we give you a pussy, you wouldn’t be able to show us how to use it…” Ben had his eye looking back at his reflection in the mirror. A large-gauge pink ring was going through his nose septum. His nose was all bruised from the punch he got and from savage piercing that Dimitri had performed. Dimitri. He was a fucking depraved ruthless asshole. Ben had cried – as much he was able to, beg as much as his hoarse voice allowed it, fight with the little strength he had left, and at the end he pissed himself like a 10-year old wetting his bed, that is to say, with great shame. While laughing at it, Dimitri had force what appears to be a nail in his nose, twisting it to make a passage for the infamous ring. This small episode lasted a good half hour and left him, beside this “nice present”, with a painful collarbone due the pressure from Dimitri’s knee to keep it down; his balls smashed cruelly as Dimitri started to knee-punch him repeatedly to “calm” down his hysteric breakdown; with another finger broken and another already broken finger in a reverse-twisting. Then Dimitri fucked him for almost another hour. Nope, it was not a vanilla fuck between lovers. Dimitri had furiously fucked him. Dimitri made sure to use and abuse every part of his body. At some point, while Dimitri was pounding Ben, they both heard something snap, the pain causing Ben to tighten his ass, strangling Dimitri’s cock , forcing him to make a pause before fucking him again with more vigor. “Yeah faggot, like that… I knew I’d get the slut out of you… fuck” he growled Dimitri had dumped his load in his chute along with the others before shoving the dirty cock in his mouth. “A good faggot always clean the a man's cock.” A despaired Ben, head in his hands, was hearing these words resonating in his head, followed by the laugh of Dimitri. Dimitri. Ben cried from exhaustion and pain as he slowly removed needles that Dimitri had put back in his nuts, cock and tits. It took him a lot of courage to move the ring around in his nose in order to remove it. He tried to remove the tongue piercing, but it was too slippery, and his few functioning fingers were not able to grab it properly. He would sleep with it and find a solution tomorrow. He wrapped his damaged fingers, straightening them up as best he can. He opted for a quick shower as he needed to get some rest. Yes, Ben made it back home, and it was still early Monday morning when he stepped out of the shower. He looked at himself a last time, a very swollen and villain-purple eye taunt him with contempt in the mirror. Total fucking mess. Sigh. He headed to his bedroom where a naked Carlos was waiting for him, already stroking his hard poz cock.

Part 6 Since I’ve known you, you have been flaunting your little tight ass in front of me. I kept noticing your good looks and slender body through your clothes. Of course, I assumed you were straight, and being the horny bastard that I am, it made me lust for you even more. It was a different story for your friend Max, the way he looked at you, and other guys in class, the way he smiled; oh yeah Max got me hard every time I had the leisure to [banned word] on him. That’s right, look but not touch. I am your teacher, and you are not quite legal, yet. By the end of next month, that will all change as you will graduate to the adult world. The two best friends, Leo and Max, born 6 days apart, will celebrate their eighteen birthdays. And me, the “Old Pattison”, will be on a mission to tap these little asses, and teach you few more extracurricular tricks. *** The “Old Pattison” was caressing Leo’s naked body. Leo was breathing peacefully, still asleep. John was kneeling next to the bed, observing the little old man. His master. *** He had been one of his pupils, years ago. Back then, two years later after his graduation, in a party venue, he stumbled on his teacher. Half-drunk, he started chatting with his ex-teacher. Well, he drank more than he talked. Pattison had recounted him the night’s events. It was a slurring and sleepy head that was directed, by a very watchful – how convenient! - professor to the basement. John had totally forgot about his girlfriend upstairs. “You have never drink Jack’s before?” Pattison asked John. “Nnno…” and he drank the shotglass offered to him, and the next ones until he was unable to raise his arm anymore. You needed to piss badly and mumbled something about wetting your pants. “It's too late to go the bathroom upstairs, and besides, you're too drunk to walk. You'd better come with me.” You suspected nothing, even though Pattison told you that he has to go as well, and that he will share his piss with you. There were few other people with us in the basement, no big deal. Pattison drag you in the laundry corner. You're too drunk to rationalize that there was a bathroom next door! You have trouble unzipping your jeans. “Uncoordinated fingers working with uncooperative zipper is not a winning solution”, I told you. So, he offered you some help in taking off your clothing, first he removed your T-shirt and tossed it aside. “Hey…” you protested a little, but he ignored you and his hands unbuttoned your jeans and tug them downward. “Hey…” you protested more vigorously for few seconds before falling back in you drunk haze. “No sweat! We're guys! Right?” he laughed at you. He had you standing in underwear – not for long - not remembering when you lost your shoes and socks. Emptying the hamper on the floor, Pattison throws your underwear on the pile of dirty laundry. “Piss now” he ordered you, aiming your cock on your soon-to-be-soiled undies. Neither the pee shyness, nor the fact that another man is holding your cock seems to bother you. And piss, you do! “My turn” a grinning Pattison said before he dropped you on the wet mass and shoved your yellow-stained underwear in your mouth. “No… no… no… be a good boy and keep them in your mouth” the man said you, shoving them back in. “Now, look at me” Pattison pulled out his cock. A pretty large one for a small man. In fact, bigger than your own, bigger than any cock you have seen in locker rooms – not that you were intentionally looking. Warm piss was flowing on your head and body. Your eyes were burning, and you kept them closed; not opening them even when the underwear was removed and a cock, no, not a cock, you former teacher’s cock was shoved in your mouth. “Come on, you little straight cunt, suck me good”. Pattison was face-fucking you now, making you gagged. You weren’t able to prevent it, you barfed on it, all the alcohol and what ever your stomach was holding. “Well, this is a very pleasant and unexpected lube!” An enthusiastic Pattison said to no one. You had sobered up enough to understand that you’re naked in front of a naked man both sporting hard cocks, sober enough to realize the door of the room was open and few people looked at you, but still drunk enough to remain passive. No one would come to your rescue. “You will think that the worst thing is about to happen to you. That you are so defenseless, unable to fight back in any way. But you are wrong, right? You can fight back your old teacher and tell me to stop, right? “Yeah… I do” you replied more to convince yourself than really agreeing. “You will think that something terribly humiliating is about to happen to you in front of all these people. You will feel debased, shame will come, but you are not one of those wussy faggots, right?” “I am not a faggot” you replied more assertively. Pattison was now stroking your cock and raising a sensual energy from you, a sexual desire. “We both know it. I will fucked you and you will let me, right? You know it is going to hurt enormously, but nevertheless you will take it like a man. You are a real man, right? “Yeah, I am man” “You understand that I am the one who is doing this to you and that I am going to enjoy every fuckin minute of it, deflowering your virgin ass while you girlfriend is around somewhere, and continue until I am completely satisfied?” “Yes” you responded in a feeble voice. “There is not a damned thing you can do about it! Right?” “Yes, you are right professor” you replied. “Tell everyone, you want me to fuck your boypussy and you want to cum, right?” You looked around, and nodded affirmatively without hesitation. “Not good enough, say it out loud for everyone to hear: “I want to feel you cock taking my cherry until you shoot your precious load in my ass”. John had repeated these words. Words that he still remember today. Words that changed his life forever. Pattison had flipped him around on all four, pushed his head in the smelly dirty clothes and pushed his vomit-lubed cock in his ass. Pattison had shudder at the warmth of his cockhead penetrating the never-explored ass. Holding his hips, he slowly and deeply fucked the boy’s pussy, with John doing nothing but screaming forcefully and hoping it wouldn’t draw more attention, mostly from her girlfriend, and hoping it would be over soon. Hope is never a good option. “Do you remember anything from you sex ed class, John?” Pattison penetrated him so deeply that he almost puked again, then withdrew the slimy cock to the head of his dick. Leaning on his back, the man took both nipples between his fingers, twisted them and plunged back in one movement, eliciting another scream from John. “Remember anything about unprotected sex? Disease you can get?” John was unable to answer by anything than a loud grunt. The teacher kept fucking his ass furiously and roughly, increasing the tempo. The teacher was close to coming and considered blowing his load on his face and in his mouth. “Well, I will no transmit you any common venerial disease. With my load comes a nice gift that I want to share with you. A toxic load. Do you know what I mean? With that Pattison unscrupulously drove his poz cock in the tight ass. And again. Gripping John by his hair, tilting his head backward, still slamming his cock into him so Pattison’s balls were bouncing against his on ballsack, causing a little ache. “Answer me” “YES!” “And what is next?” “CUM!” "No, not cum. Have you listened to me? What's next?" "TOXIC CUM" “Yes, you are right. Warm toxic cum. And where does it go?” “IN MY ASS!” "And you want it? Because there is no going back. Are you sure?" "YES" “Your wish is my command. I am going to breed you boy” Pattison knew it would be a powerful orgasm. Nothing aroused him more than a virgin straight boy cunt. The old man erupted with shot after shot of toxic semen, flooding his guts. Pattison pulled out, took John’s t-shirt and started cleaning his cock covered in ass juice and sperm. “Who’s next?” A young black man stroking his hard cock came forward. “I would like to have a piece of that ass” A girl standing in the second row of the crowd shouted: “Go ahead. Sober him up for good with your dick deep in his ass. He’s not my boyfriend anymore!” She turned around and left leaving a well-freshly fucked John. The black man had his thick and long dick pressing up against his sore hole. Now, on his back, he was looking in the eyes of his fucker. “I’m going to fuck you and you will be a good bitch. Once I start, I won’t stop until I breed you. I want you to know that I share the same gift as the professor”. Grunts of pain were being heard all over the house. For the people that sticked around to John’s second fuck, moans and words like “don’t stop” echoed in the laundry room at each violent lunge of the black weapon he was pathetically impaled on. *** “I will send his boyfriend later to pick him up. You are not to touch him further” was all Old Pattison said before shutting the door behind him.

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Part 5 “Unggh… Unggh… Unggh…” I was long-dicking the small frame of the young man, secured in the sling, taking my time pulling out and thrusting hard to the hilt on my way in. The bottom was swinging at the sling rhythm. It was a pure frenzy. “Unggh… Unggh…” The little guy was moaning now. He had cried and screamed a lot at first. He had screamed so hard that he had no voice left anymore. He was babbling in a hoarse voice some sort of a litany, mostly incomprehensible. “Unggh… Unggh… Unggh… Unggh…” I picked up the pace. I was on the verge of cumming. Imminently. “Ungh… Ungh…” Just few more thrusts and it would heaven. This was an epic fuck. I needed to see the face of the young man when I would flood his guts with my hot load. To my horror, the young guy looing back at me was me! “Aah!” I woke up with a start. “Easy boy” the man beside me said, his hand flatly posed on my lower abdomen. “What happened? How long was I asleep? I asked in a panic voice. “Nothing happened, you just dozed off for few minutes” John replied his hand running circles making my cock twitch. “It must me the lube. It has a little something in it to increase the pleasure of the bottom when he gets fucked. No harm.” “You drugged me?” I asked in disbelief, noting to myself that my ass was still needing attention. “No, no. I mean not on purpose. It happens sometime with newbies. I think knucklehead was a little bit over enthusiastic”. “A little, really? I replied sarcastically. John eluded my concerns and grab my cock and started stroking it. “Please don’t…” trying to push his hand away. “It looks nice. I want to see you hard.” John was good at this handjob. The dream I had must have turn me on more than I thought because I was leaking droplets of precum. “How do you feel?” I never been with a man like this. I mean with Max, yes, but it’s different. We are in a relationship. With strangers, well it is usually pure sex where I fuck, No intimacy. John had confidence; he knew it. Without second thought I told him “My ass feels different, it is not burning as before but still…” “Really, you can still feel the effects?” John feigned surprise. “Maybe I should check to make sure this idiot didn’t cause any damage” The thought to have a stranger getting near my ass was really a big no for me, but I wasn’t unable to protest. “Lift your legs” he said. “More… yeah like this… hold them. Hum… it seems the lube had dried which might cause you this weird sensation. Let me clean it for you” “That’s fine. I’ll go shower…” “What a bizarre thought!” he exclaimed, diving his tongue in my ass and started rimming my hole, licking all around. “Oh fuck! I said. Max had insisted to rim me when we started dating and I became addicted right away. The most intense sessions we had always included this activity, raising a phenomenal sexual awareness. “You should see this hole winking at me.” He spitted right at my hole and dove back to lick it all over it. John’s position prevented me to drop my legs. “I would check inside, but I am afraid to cause more damage. Too dry.” “Am I bleeding?” I asked with concerns, realizing the dryness in mouth. “Not by what I can see, but I can’t be sure, you know, inside your ass” and with that his tongue licked the entire area. I long string of precum reached my face, coating my upper lips. John was smiling and with his forefinger and middle finger, he caught the precum at the piss slit, dragging down the entire string to my mouth. “Open” was the only thing he said before he fed it to me, scooping the precum under my nose at the same time. With his two fingers in my mouth, I started sucking them clean. With his hand, he tilted my head up and produce another bottle of mineral water with a straw. “Here’ drink this. It will washed the precum aftertaste.” He released my legs and brought back his hand on my cock. Jerking me without the intention of making me cum. I was silent, making a lot of effort to focus on his soothing voice, trying to decipher what it was telling me. Every few minutes, he brought back the straw at my lips or his sticky fingers of precum - mine or his? I was not a big leaker, and by the quantity I was ingesting, I suspected he was feeding me his – the idea to stop him lasted only few seconds. “I can check with my finger. I’ll go easy” if you want. John had stop stroking me and had reposition himself between my legs, spreading them with his knees. “Do you want me to check, Leo?” The sound of my name stirred me up from my lethargy and I looked at John. “You… I… mmmpph… ooh… …dat… …for me? I was finally able to ask while John was staring at me unfazed. “Yes, boy, I will do that for you..” With his arms under my legs, he raised them back until my ankles were next to my ears. In order for him to look me down, he raised himself and his hard cock was resting on my ass. “So, baby, what will it be?” “Unh…” - is he waiting for an answer? “I… I… not…” I had great difficulty to picture the answer and say it at the same time. “…not bottom… top…” I croaked. With my left hand I felt the mattress around me to find the bottle. “I know boy, you are not a bottom. Only top. I understand” John said, holding the straw for me as I sip more water. “So, is it okay?” At least we agreed on something - was it? Yeah… we agreed I was a top. We can ask… euh… - what’s is name again? Beefy? Nah not him, who is the other one? I squinted my eyes hard to concentrate. Max! – where is he? Yeah, Max would agree. “Okay” I vaguely replied. “Good boy, but before I check on you, I should lubed you a little more” John said happily. – what did I agree on again? *** I don’t know how long ago I entered the maze, but I haven’t went very far. Four of five feet maximum… The corridor leading to the entrance had men lined up against the wall, a mix of tops and bottoms, each looking for their own prey. Most of them looked at me indifferently, a few tried to hold me up. There was two or three older men, and I almost stop when one grabbed my hand. I smile at him and mouthed “later”. Another type of grabbers were hidden in the maze’s entrance. A man in front of me had just entered the maze when I witnessed a couple of hands emerged from the darkness, seizing his towel. I was able to get a glimpse of a really white ass before it got engulfed by the dark. My towel suffered the same fate few seconds later unable to catch it back. Other hands were pulling me forward in the maze until a clear voice sounded. “This one is mine, so back off, bitches” I knew the voice too well to worry and I let him drag me to the closest seat available. I was in for a nice treat.

Rimming and fetching the inner sanctum of a man are definitively my favorite activities.

Part 4 Key at my wrist, towel well-tucked around my waist, I started looking for Leo. The ventilation was slowly drying the thin layer of sweat on my body. It was impossible to ignore the odor. I smelled like sex. A lot of rooms had their door opened, and one was able to see a lot of activities from couples and threesomes, but also some solos. All of them gathering a small crowd. I peeked in each of them over shoulders, expecting to see Leo fucking the brains out of another jock for everyone to see. That was his thing. Second floor, checked. No trace of Leo. I went down on the main floor. I decided to start with the saunas and the pool area as it was easy to scan. Wrong. The pool was overcrowded. A lot of groping and kissing was going on; some were like engaged in a standing fuck in the water. Urggh! I need to tell Leo to avoid the pool later… The steam room was overpopulated. At the entrance, two or three guys were perversely groping the newcomers. Me included, twice, on my way in and on my way out. A guy was being spit-roasted on the floor by two massive men. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that for each seated man, a standing man was getting sucked. No Leo here. A line up for the dry sauna almost discouraged me. As I was waiting, a guy wraps his arms around, and kissing my neck just below my ear. “Do you have fun?” he asked with another kiss. I tried to see who my “lover” was. Another kiss on my shoulder, then a narrow tongue with a double tongue piercing gently licked its way back to my ear, plunging in it with passion. He loosened up his embrace, allowing me to turn around. His mouth was on mine right away, pushing his tongue in, battling with mine. A nice and long French kiss. Phew! That was good. It was the tattoo guy. “You dumped you little macho boyfriend?” he asked smiling at me. “No, I am looking for him actually” I retorqued. “Not here” he joked and start making out with me again. He was a good kisser. I gave in. “I really would like to find him” I said between two kisses. He looked back annoyed. “May be we can hook up later. I would really like that. I think you are hot” I was keeping my opportunity open. His expression changed and he was smiling again. “Hot, uhn?” he looked back at me. “Boyfriend found or lost, next time we ran in each other, you are mine. Deal?” “Deal” I managed to say. “He is not in there” my tattoo lover said, pointing at the dry sauna. “My three friends are in there fucking everything that has an ass to breed since we arrived. I would have seen him. And I doubt that it is his scene.” “What do you mean?” intrigued by his remark. “My friends are hosting a conversion party of their own. Interested to join the chasers?”. He grabbed my ass and pull me against him. “But for you to know, I would like to have the first go at you, I would prepare you good with my nice cock like I did the other bug chasing sluts.” I remembered his long-pierced cock. That would do some damages. “No promise here” I managed to say, “but I’ll keep my part of the deal” I added has I tug on one the ringed-nipple, without mentioning that I was already poz, and that if I join, it would be as a giver. Pool and saunas checked out. I was left with rows of rooms, a couple of open rooms used as “resting areas”, an open living room, and a very (too) small dark maze. I opted for the latter first and than to make my way back to the rooms section. As I went, I noticed the living room was occupied by only 10 of 15 guys – biker-look if anyone can tell from a half-naked man. Amongst them, a couple of fully-naked twinks with glazed eyes, playing with their soft cocks. It was strange to see this “empty” area compared to the rest of the crowded place. I got some glances over from some of the bikers, but I paid no attention to them. No Leo here. So, I went straight for the dark maze. *** “Excited?” John gesture at my cock that was proudly tenting my towel as he open the door of the room. “66” the door indicated, but a smart ass had draw with a black marker another “6” at the end. “Nervous” I replied which made John laughed. As soon as we entered, John locked the door behind me. It wasn’t the normal cheap room that you can rent. This one had on one side, a bed from wall-to-wall, and on the other side a bench similar to the one I was on few minutes ago. This one had a lot of straps and cuffs attached to it which made the other one dull, I guessed, if it is your kink. Next to the bench a sling, surrounded by a lot of mirrors to reflect any positions. Nothing to calm me. “So, which one do you want to try first? asked John. He must have seen my dismay and started laughed again. I was not to be bullied again. I regained my composure and said: “If you hop in the sling I can fuck your ass good” “It might be interesting, boy.” He said looking up and down. “but if I do, I’ll fuck you as well. So, I guess it won’t happen?” “Nope” “Want a drink? as he pull from the bag two bottles of flavored mineral water. I looked at the bottles, then at him suspiciously. “They aren’t spiked if it is what you think. Go on and pick the one you want. I’ll drink the other one” he said. His smile was almost charming. “Red pill, blue pill” scene was playing in mind. I took one and sit down on the bed. My ass reminded me it was looking for some rescue. What ever this knucklehead lubed me up with was leisurely burning. John might have seen my discomfort bit said nothing. I sniffed than tasted the water – nothing unusual, took a sip – yeah all good – and then another. I look at the brand – never seen it before. It tasted good, thought. I never noticed John putting back the other bottle in the bag and grabbed a normal bottle of water for himself. John started explaining that he was, him and few other men, members of selective club that he cofounded with his former partner in the Y2K period when they were both eighteen-years-old. John continued chatting about his club, but I was unable to focus on his monologue. I was brought back from my thoughts – what was I thinking about? when John sat next to me. Close to me. Very close. I was able to smell him again. A very manliness odor and not at all unpleasant. “I was saying that we are looking for new minions” “Hun?... Minions?” What was he talking about? “You know, young recruits to join the club, young man to keep us company. I explained it to you.” “Uncle… no… knock… uhn…” - what was his name again? “Beefy…! He was… re… recruiting me?” I manage to say. “Beefy? John started to chuckle. “Yeah, it fits him well, but I call him knucklehead” “Yeah, beefy…” I stuttered. “Are you ok?” John asked me with concerns. “You must be dehydrated, drink some more water” he said. “No, I’m good…” I looked down at the bottle and it was almost empty. John was caressing my back. His hand was rough, a hand that is used to manual work, hard work, not like these pencil-pushers – did he said he was a mechanic? Unimportant. The hand was rough and it felt good. I closed my eyes when his other hand reach my left nipple and gently play with the tip. Highly sensual. “I’ve got more water if you want” I heard John say. I looked down at my bottle which was now completely empty. “Yeah, I would like… that…” shaking my empty bottle in front of him. “But first, would you… euh… you mind… if I lay down a bit?

Part 3 A lean man, with harness and leather jockstrap, was caressing my back. Beefy had pulled out his finger and remained quiet as he saw the man approaching. An unknown man was still holding me on the bench. Now my view was blocked by the leather man’s bulge. His hand stopped at the top my ass, slowly moving it back and forth, undecided whether it would snuggle down or move up back the line of my spine. “Who is this nice fellow, knucklehead?” “A candidate for you Sir” replied beefy. The finger was inching toward my hole. I was shivering. “Ah! I see. By his reaction and the tears on his face, he doesn’t look to me as willing participant”, the man replied in a stern voice. “Oh! he his, Sir.” “Mpphfm… a… igh…” I yelled incomprehensibly in the rag. I wriggled my ass more in the attempt to dislodge the finger that was sinking dangerously toward my hole than to indicate that I was here totally against my will. “Shut up bitch” beefy interrupted me with a painful slap. “Haven’t we talked about this, knucklehead?” “Yes Sir, but look how nice he his. Perfect.” “Yes, he is perfect” the man nodded which draw a wicked smile of beefy’s face. “But” continued the man, “we don’t rape anyone, under any circumstance. Is it so hard to understand?” “Yes Sir, I mean… No Sir, sorry Sir.” An apologetic beefy said in a low voice. “I’ll deal with you later. Make sure to show your sorry ass when I asked for you” “Yes Sir” I was set free. The inside of my ass was still itching and the temptation to slip a finger in crossed my mind. I stood up to met with the leather man. His body had a great definition. It was visible the man was taking care of his body which make him attractive to me, but he looked to be over 40 which played against him. The leather, on the other side, was neither appealing nor repulsing. Leather, piercing and tattoos that was Max (my boyfriend) fetishes. “I’m John, boy.” The man said. “I would like to apologize for this regretful incident” “Euh.. Ahem… thank you for… I’m Leo…” I said regaining my wits. “Leo, is it? Come with me, boy, I would like to explain this whole misunderstanding” He moved slightly, reducing the space between us, I could smell the man, the musk, the leather, all mixed, creating a strange odor that brought some lite dizziness. “Ah, thank you, but I rather find my boyfriend” I said. “Nonsense. I insist. I don’t want rumors spreading that I condone rape. Come on, do I look like the big bad wolf ready to take your cherry?” he said in humorous tone. I wanted to say yes he did. I wanted to escape but my feet weren’t moving. I was looking in his eyes and I knew for sure he was a predator. A man that doesn’t take no for an answer. A man that always gets what he wants. “Ok” was the only thing that came from my mouth. I found myself following this man. My eyes were fixed on a small skull wrapped in a biohazard tattoo just above his well-defined ass in front of me. As he walked, I was under the impression that the skull was smiling at me. *** I had sucked a second load after a lot of efforts, but Victor (I learned his name while I tongue-washed his balls) remained hard and was coaxing me to pull a third load from him. The dick was already shinny and the piss slit was expulsing drops of clear cum. His balls were drenched with my saliva. He had such a nice dick. I did what any honest cocksucker would have done. I open my mouth and push his member down my throat. It only took few minutes before he grabbed my head and jammed his cock completely. “Oh fuck me! Urgh… fuck… Swallow…” an out of breath Victor said. “You are a horny man…” I said while standing up to stretch a little. My own cock was hard and pointing up nicely. “You have a nice one yourself” said Victor giving it a few strokes. “You want to cum?” ”Probably, but not like this. I like to cum when I fuck.” Victor kept stroking me. My hard on would need more than a handjob to spew its load. “Does is hurt?” asked Victor “What hurts?” “Getting fucked”. Victor was looking at my cock, gauging its thickness with his fingers. “The few first times, some. It depends how much you have prepared, and who fucks you and its size. After that, well, you can get some pleasure and satisfaction out of it” Victor became serious and look at me. He had removed his hand and was toying with his cock. He was going to ask to fuck me. It would be a long fuck as he just orgasmed 3 times in the last hour… and not counting on the fact that he was a buttfucking novice… “Would you do it?” he asked “Hun… do what?” I questioned back. “Well, fuck me. I am curious and I would be fair for you to cum. It is the least I can do for you, you know, returning the favor” he reply, looking for my reaction. “Are you sure, I am not sure it is a good idea…” “Why not? I trust you will take it slowly, and if someone is going to fuck me, it’s going to be you. You sucked me and swallowed my loads 4 times. I guess we’re past the stage of being strangers.” “Yeah… but…” uncertain to what to say, “not a god idea…” I repeated Victor turned around, got on all four, and from nowhere, produced a envelop of lube that you can pick at the reception for free. “Euh… where is the condom? I asked surprise by sudden change of attitude from the man. “No condoms. I want to feel it for real. It might the only time I get fucked. Go on before I change my mind.” “No really, we should use a condom, to be on the safe side…” I risked again. “Look, I never done anything of this. I have no disease, never had.” “Yeah… but…” “No but. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” The man was getting anxious again. “Ok, I will take my time to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much, but I really think it’s not a good idea”. A virgin, I thought. How does someone fuck a virgin, I asked myself? When I got fucked the first time, I had years of preparations: fingers, vegetables, then small dildos. I read a lot of stories, but in real life? And then, I always used protection when I fucked a guy. In the first year, I used to fuck raw but not anymore. I like to cum in an ass, but the condom collects everything. And with that I lubed his ass and fingered him. He took the two first fingers like a champ. I met resistance with the third one, but he did not complaint. I am not that big, but 3 fingers is the minimum required. I lined up my cock and slowly pushed against the virgin hole. “It’s not a good idea… I should get a condom…” I whispered more to myself than for him. “Urghh…” he said at the intrusion, “don’t stop”. I pushed harder and at the same time he backed his body on my cock. I was halfway in. “Oh fuck!” I said, surprise by the tightness. His hole was like a boa constrictor, trying to cut-off the air supply of its victim. Right now, it was preventing the blood to flow normally, and my cock got harder. If I didn’t have few years of practice, I would have creamed his guts right there, right now. “Arrghh…” he screamed, surprise by the thickness. My cock was like a hot spearhead, finding its way in the flesh of its victim. Right now, it was finding its way in the passage in the opposite normal flow, and his hole got tighter. If he had experienced a few fucks before, he would have purred like cat in front a bowl of milk. I fucked him for 20 minutes, enjoying my first virgin, before he asked if I was ready to cum. I had already cum once in his ass after 5 minutes with a lot of guilt and shame. But I was so excited that these feelings vanished as quick as they came. I never got soft, so I continued to fuck the man, giving him a ride that any bottom would remember. “Yeah, I am close” I answered “Go for it, cum in my ass” he said. “It’s not a good idea… I should pull out”, I was still ramming my cock in an out. His hole would be sore. It should have killed the mood, and my erection; but hearing this man, not so straight anymore, bottoming for his first time, pleading for my load in his ass, pushed me over the edge. “Uhn… Uhn… I grunted as I unloaded my second load of the day. “Wow…” was all he said. He pulled me next to him on the small bed, cuddling for a good 10 minutes, before he said that he should go back home to his wife. (\OoO/) As he got dressed, he throwed the room key on the bed next to me. “Take your time. Please, bring the key at the reception for me” he said. “Yeah… sure…” I replied distractively, still in the aftermath of what I had done. Yeah, the guy was straight, but I had assumed he was single or divorced. Now he was going back to his wife… As Victor opened the door, he turned around and asked: “Why did you thought it wasn’t a good idea to fuck me? I sure enjoyed it” he said genuinely. “Because I am positive”, I replied.

Part 2 Leo (my boyfriend) and me knew our way around, so we grabbed our towels and headed upstairs to the gloryhole. Men, backs against the walls of the small passages, groped our asses or caressed the lump of our dicks as we fray our way from one booth to another. In my dismay, I realized that all the booths were taken. Shit! The place was really crowded. “You a cocksucker?” came a soft voice from the left side. I turned around to find a tall man, a good 4 inches over my 5’10”, nice haircut, in the 30s, a little fat on the hips, but hairier than any man I had ever seen! From his neck down, a dense carpet of hair was disappearing under the towel wrapped at his waist. “No sexy treasure tail for this guy”, I thought. He was looking at me with a frantic look. I turned my head back for Leo, but he was nowhere to be seen. The man did not wait for an answer and was putting pressure on my shoulders with one hand, and removing his towel with the others. Surely, he didn’t want me to blow him in the open? More pressure. His soft cock and balls were hidden by a hairy bush, not a monster cock. No sign of excitement, thought. Definitely straight. I had his cock in my mouth before my knees touched the floor. It was strange to suck a cock with so much hair, but I was happy. Not more than 5 minutes in the bathhouse and I was sucking my first cock of the weekend. A good sign! And with all the people here, I might go to cocksucker’s heaven before I leave tomorrow. After the second or third suction with my tongue darting the piss slit, I got a positive response! The guy was getting hard, but it wasn’t growing, it wasn’t getting thicker. Neither a grower or a shower… Just a little bigger than my thumb! Hard as a nail. I don’t mind small cocks, it’s less challenging and, sometime, fun. Then, with a guttural grunt, he came! One shot, a mouthful. Wow! I swallowed like a good cocksucker should. A second shot, another mouthful. Fuck! I swallowed again with a loud “gulp”. Then a third, almost a mouthful. “Hmmm”, I thought, “small thing hides larger ones”. I swallowed again. Then nothing. I nursed the cock for few leftovers, but nothing. The cock had regain its softness. The man squeezed his way out of the small audience that had gathered, then another cock was shoved in my mouth. I looked up to my assailant. He was a fat guy and I was unable see his face. Another cock on the small side. He tried to face fuck me. Unpleasant. I pulled back and stood up, dissolving the small crowd of voyeurs. No signs of Leo. I decided to look for him when a man caught my attention. “Thank god you are here!” said the mid-fifty man with a grey goatee. “Hey!” I only responded, unsure who the guy was. “I came early hoping to find you when suddenly the place got invaded”. He glanced around as if to reaffirm what he had just said. “I was afraid of something bad would happen to me”. I looked at the man and I had to admit he was cute. I know we don’t say ‘cute’ for a guy his age, but he was in my definition. Out of place in such crowd, but a handsome man. “We know each other?” I asked cautiously. He looked at me strangely before answering. “Yeah, you sucked me last time I was here. Well, I mean, it was my first time, but it was also the last one. And was hoping that you would like, you know…” he pointed down with his eyes toward his crotch. I smile genuinely, and replied “So, you did arrive early? Did you reserved a room by any chance?” “Yes I did” “And when was that? I asked squinting. “Less than an hour ago. And since I didn’t know when I would find you I took a full-day room” he replied anxiously. At that moment, I couldn’t have put a bigger smile on my face. I stretch my arm around his waist and pulled the man into me. “I would love to suck you again, daddy! Lets go.” *** Leo had found himself dragged by a beefy guy out of the gloryhole section toward the slings on the opposite side of the bathhouse. “You’ll do” was the only thing he said. Leo tried to get my attention, but his voice was lost in the incessant whispering and indecent slurping of a busy gloryhole. The couple received both strange and interested looks as they walked. Between the slings, Leo was bent and pushed flat on his stomach on an ass-level bench that have seen better days. Another man pulled the towel and cuffed his hand on his lower back. “Don’t move if you know what is good for you” said beefy. “Hey, let me…” Leo was muzzled by a smelly poppered-rag and few rounds of duct tape. Leo tried to stand up only to receive a sharp slap on his bare ass. Beefy’s head was next to his ear “If you want more, let me know.” At 21 years old, Leo was a top and had never put anything in his ass except for tip of his little finger. In other words, he was a virgin. When he felt two hands spreading is ass, he feared of what would happen. A fat-digit full of lube was unceremoniously shoved in his hole which triggered an agonizing scream from Leo. “Feel that, pussycat?” Beefy was finger-fucking him. Leo felt a mild burning and was relieve when Beefy pulled out his finger. The reprieve was short as the digit, reloaded with lube, made its second entry. Beefy was enjoying this. “Don’t worry, in few minutes, you will crave for my finger to be back or maybe you will beg for something bigger…” Tears were running down Leo’s face hoping for me to save him. *** In the small room, the man had revealed a very nice cut cock, already hard from anticipation and nervousness. I was slowly sucking it, making sure this one would last more than a minute. The egg-shaped balls were swinging against my chin each time I was deep throating him. I also wanted to give him the best blowjob ever and leave him highly satisfied. My motive was simple: after I drained his balls, the man would likely leave to go back home with wonderful memories, and I would recuperate the room for me! My efforts were gratified by a nice and warm load. “Oh god, it was better than last time. You are amazing”, the man said. I raised my head from his crotch. I was tempted to kiss him and share his load, but I swallowed my prize. “And was the last time”, I asked still not remembering when I sucked him. “It was in March, during spring break” he said in a thoughtful voice. “Ah yeah, I remember” I lied. I must have suck over a hundred other men since then, no wonder I don’t remember him. We chatted for few minutes, and I was ready to go for the kill, asking him for the room when he pointed to his hard cock. So, I dove back for a second round.

Part 1 “Why are you doing this?” he asked me. “Doing what?” as I rolled my eyes for the ‘n’ time as we were having this conversation. Again. “Doing stuff with the old trolls?” he retorqued. “Why not?” replying with a question. “They are men, with cocks, balls and asses like you and me” “You are 20 and they are what, hundred years old?” “So? A nice cock in my ass has no age” I replied, proud of my wisdom. “Yeah, can they still even get hard?”, he mockingly replied. “Most of them yes and unlike many guys our age, they know how to use a cock to please a guy. It’s not just a big-bang macho-type fuck you. They really appreciate the time I gave them, and they return it well. If they can’t get hard, well I let them nurse my cock as long as they want, lick my balls until they are smooth and shiny, and I can fuck them if they feel like it, giving them a nice special hot sauce load deep in their asses. And then, continue to fuck them until I whip my cum in a creamy coating all over my dick and fed it back to them like a nice dessert to a sugar-starving diabetic. It is a win-win situation.” “Well, most of them have a flabby stomach, they are old man with denture, wrinkled and have grey hair.” He said in disdainful voice. “Like we will one day” I replied in an amused voice. “Ever had a toothless man sucking on your cock? Probably not. And, when was the last time you suck my cock for 3 consecutive hours? Edging me an entire afternoon to slowly catch my cum in your mouth like it was the last nectar on earth? Rimming, licking and tonguing my sweaty arse after my Sunday morning run? “Huh… never” he said hesitantly. “That’s my point. When we are together, we have amazing sex. And I mean it. This, well, it is another sex dimension. I like older men for what we bring to each other. Like you do with those muscled gym rat.” The day had been really warm in Montreal. It was still early afternoon as my boyfriend and I walked in the bathhouse. It would be like most Fridays, where we could catch 2 or 3 straight guys each, right off work, stopping by to drop a load in our hungry mouth or asses before returning to their girlfriend or family. Few of them were regulars. There were a lot of tourists from Ontario this week again, so we might get lucky and get an extra fuck or two before the night start. I would spend the rest of the night until way after dawn the following day, seeking senior men. As I like to take my time, they fitted the bill. My boyfriend was more the gangbang-type, even more if they had a little muscle on them and a big muscle down there. *** “Full. Completely” repeated the punk at the reception, as he playfully pull on his nose ring while the other hand, what I presumably assumed by the light movement of his arm, was down in the front of his pants. “Impossible, you must be joking” my boyfriend replied incredulously. “I know, it’s crazy. No more rooms or lockers available. We’re full.” he said, openly feeling himself in front of us. “I am already hard thinking at what might happen tonight with all these people”. Four guys entered behind us, making a line in the small entrance. “You must let us enter. We’ve been coming here every week for the last 2 years” my boyfriend added. “No can do. It’s full” he said apologetically. His last remark perks up some interests from the guys behind us, and they started paying attention to our conversation. “I have an idea. We will strip here and put our clothes in my bag, and you keep it behind the counter” I said. “Whoa, whoa… I can’t…” his voice got lost in the guys cheering’s. No sooner said, the 4 guys started to strip right there. I nudged my boyfriend and not wanting to be the last, we got naked in less time than an orgasm last. “Holy shit” the punk exclaimed, extending his head over the counter to take a [banned word] on us and the other guys. “You can’t be naked here! Fucking hell! Get in through the door here and hand me your bags before you get arrested!” Another round of cheers and laughs were heard from the guys. I turned my head to get another look at the naked guys. The one closer to me had a tattoo covered-body, ear and nipples pierced, a long and thin soft cock armed with a two-headed PA, like a bullhorn-shape, nested in a semi-retracted foreskin. Yummy. When I looked back, his babyface was smiling back. He leaned in to fully kiss me on the lips, but last second, he pushed his tongue forcefully in my mouth. The kiss lasted only few seconds, but like the song says: “With all these sick thoughts in my head I'm going evil in the brain”, I returned the sloppy kiss. I broke out and got closer, putting my mouth to his ear: “Hmmm… Nice piercings by the way” as I gave a thug at his warm cock.

Part 14 There were no more dawdles. He had resumed his thrusts in and out of me. Totally focused on the feelings in my hole, it didn’t take long for me to start moaning which seemed to fuel Magoo even more. He was now pounding me with only one objective: build an unforgettable load just for me. I let go my cock which was undecided to whether stay soft or go hard. I reached to his nipple rings. I tugged on them lightly while tightening my asshole against his cock. Magoo thanked me with a series of grunts. Magoo leaned on me, pushing my legs closer to my shoulders and grab a nipple in the fingers of each hand, and with a sly smile, Magoo really began to work on them. I felt jolts of pain mixed with excitement run like electricity through my body. My hands were snooping at his body, caressing his body hair, my fingers tracing the contour of his biohazard tattoo. Magoo didn’t need to look down at my hand to find where it was and what it was doing. Magoo had his eyes closed. For his age, he was in a great condition; his sexual prowess was way much better than the average of my poor and few past encounters. Maybe it was his physique that made him so good. He was shorter, shorter in legs, narrower in shoulders, and not particularly muscular. However, his calves and, to a lesser extent, his thighs, were quite exceptional. I would have volunteered Magoo to develop a VO2 training program for fucking. He abruptly stopped; his cock deeply rooted in my ass. For a moment, I thought that Magoo had cum. He slowly pulled out, his cock, hard as ever, sprang up against his stomach. I found myself over his cock, unsure how my ass would take it. Squeezing a nine inches cock into my hole would be a challenge. “Go for it, Max. Work yourself on my poz cock. It’s all yours.” Magoo said. It should have been easier for me, and despite the fact that he had fucked me for the last 45 minutes, opening me up nicely, I was having a hard time to control my balance and not impaling myself at once. I was sliding down gradually on the slick cock. I felt some pain as my guts were trying to accommodate the long cock in this new position. I paused at about two third, to breathe and let the sharp pain fade. Magoo took that as a go, because he pushed his pelvis up, stuffing the rest of his cock up my chute. “Oh fuck…!” we said in unison. Me unprepared from the sudden blunt attack, him from the awesome feeling of my warm ass bucking and screwing over his cock. My reflexes were to dislodge myself, but a new pain from my balls told me it was a bad idea. Magoo had a solid grip on my nutsack. The pain in my poor little nuts was excruciating. I slumped back. I could feel Magoo’s dick throbbed harder in my hole. I kept my eyes shut. Magoo squeezed harder to get my attention. “Come Max, you know what to do, fuck yourself, work the reward I am ready to give you.” And fuck I did. Sweat poured down my back and my chest. A mind-invading of filthy smell of male sex filled the room. All my lower body muscles were on fire. As I slowed down, to get some reliefs, he started working is fuckmeat in and out of me again. “Is that what you want, Max? You want my gift?” Magoo asked as he made me bounce, his damp crotch slapping against my ass. “Uh huh,” I whispered. I was shaking. Magoo was abusing my nutsack again. My balls throbbed on every pressure release he was providing. "Oh yeah… Max… look down… little Max is getting horny" I was hard as stone. I was panting too. Drops of sweat were pouring on my cock but also on Magoo’s chest and crotch, wetting his grey fur body. Firmly planted balls deep in me, acting as a lever, Magoo reversed our position. Loosely wrapping my legs around him intuitively, the old man didn’t waste time to engage in some sort negative-split* fuck. Insatiable, he alternated between long smooth strokes (which I liked a lot due to my sore ass), sliding out his nine inches cock, my hole failing to close back completely and forcing it to reopen giving passage to his cockhead and his entire shaft; between short and hard jabs that seems to give his cock the most pleasure; and between fast shallow fucks which he was currently doing. * (A negative split is when a guy runs the second half of his marathon faster than the first) “I’m closed Max, I won’t be long before I shoot my load. My poz load! That’s the only thing I can give you… a gift from me to you… I will keep my promise…” Magoo said in voice indicating that indeed he was approaching his orgasm. In the state I was, it wasn't easy for me to put coherent thoughts together. Magoo was a man of his word. During his confession, he had made me a promise. And now it was for me to decide. Epilogue When I reached 18 years old, I came out to my parents. My dad told me that I would fell in “the depths of hell and depravity” before he kicked me out of the house. So, this is when I moved here, in the Village, and found myself neighboring Mr. Magoo. To prove my father wrong, I stayed clear of any acts and places that would have led me to what he called my damnation. The bathhouse was the representative reality of hell and depravity. After passing the full-metal door in the back of a building, I clearly remembered my thought at the moment: “Now, you are really in the depths of it.” As I am sitting on my couch in my small apartment, back from the bathhouse, I now know that Mr. Magoo led me to my salvation. Yes, the wicked Mr. Magoo. And it turns out Jesus was my savior. Ironic, isn’t it? “…I have something to confess” he told in grave tone. I feared the worst and we stopped fucking. Completely. “I lied to you, Max…” In the back of my mind, I suspected it since he explained to me his plan. After everything started to happen according to his plan, I wasn’t sure anymore. But Mickey had told me that he and Magoo had “planned a lot of things over the last few weeks”. My suspicions raised again. “I kinda of guessed…” I replied, “why would you lie to me?” “I didn’t want to stealth Mickey…” “Huh… okay…?” “I wanted to stealth you” he revealed in a voice that didn’t show any remorse. The way he always look at me due to his myopia, with his narrowed eyes, I was never certain if he was x-raying my mind or just trying to decipher my face expression. Magoo had started rocking back his cock very very slowly. “Oh shit…! You did…!” “No, I haven’t stealth you” he admitted promptly. “The truth is I wouldn’t have been able to stealth Mickey. He has been taking loads since last November after his boyfriend got poz at the Halloween Conversion Party”. “Oh shit… Mickey really stealth me…!” “No. Well, I doubt that he would have poz you. His latest test from Thursday indicated he was still negative. It is the reason he was back at the bathhouse today, well yesterday.” “but he could have… I mean his boyfriend…” “There aren’t together since Halloween. That was the first time they saw each other yesterday. Since the party, he lives with a friend of Master Eddy who trained him to be a dedicated slave man to his needs.” “Eddy…? You mean Eddy, sexy Eddy… Master?” “Yes. Eddy.” “Jesus and Eddy are together. I think you figured this out. I promised Eddy to have a go at you after I stealthed you… His plan was for you to spend the rest of this weekend with him and Jesus to see if you be good material for him.” “Good material!?!” I was shocked and a little bit pissed about this. “Hey, you are still with me, no? It is Saturday early morning and no one will force you do anything that you don’t want to” he said trying to calm me down, “but frankly, I think you should give it a try. I believe you and Eddy, and Jesus would be a good match. My opinion.” It was my turn to narrow my eyes and give him a suspicious look. “Anyway, I had a long chat with Jesus and he is the one that convinced me to not stealth you…” “Wow… why… I mean why Jesus would…” “Sshh… He has his reasons, and I will not give you any details. The conversation was between him and me only, and it will stay like that.” I pouted. Clearly unsatisfied by Magoo’s statement and wondering why Jesus intervened in Magoo’s plan other than “acquiring a sub” motive. “Another thing…” “There is more?” I asked my eyes rolling up in their sockets. “Nothing dramatic… Luke…” Magoo hesitated. “What about him?” “He is my nephew by alliance…” he replied sheepishly. “He married my niece. She’s is the daughter of my younger brother’s second marriage…” I was still caught by the fact Luke was Magoo’s nephew. “He can’t be pozzed, you understand?” a concerned Magoo inquired “I love my niece and wouldn’t want to cause her any harms. I don’t know how you convinced him to go bareback, and even more let him cum in his ass, although you posed any risks. But no more, understood” I nodded feeling guilty for having forced myself on him, to make him cheat his wife. Even more, after the young cop told me while we were cuddling before falling asleep that “he liked it” and “he would mind doing this again with me”. “So, I am not stealthing you, but you would make me really happy if you would let… you know… let me cum in you… I know you have the right to be angry at me, but I came clean as I told Jesus I would. You don’t need to answer me right now. I promised to asked you before I ready to come, and I promised to respect your choice.” I rocked back my hips a couple of time to let him know to start fucking me again. “I’ll let you know my answer when you’ll ask” I replied warmly. It is Saturday noon, and I am waiting in my apartment for sexy Eddy to pick me up. I packed few things in a bag for the weekend. I shall return on Monday after lunch and meet Magoo again. “Max, I’m really closed… I will pull out if you asked me too…” I was exactly where my father told me I would, in the depths of hell and depravity. It didn’t seem so terrible, and final. It was just another path. Fuck my father. “Yes, cum in me. Give me my first poz load.” I asked taking possession of my life. Magoo hadn't really stopped fucking me for my answer. “Unh… I’m closed… Urghh… urghh… urghh… fuck yes… you’re getting it…” Magoo’s voice echoing in the now quiet bathhouse. Afterword Life and death is so irrelevant in this uncertain world. I believe I will find someone to love and care, and be loved in return. I came back from my weekend with Master (still sexy) Eddy and Jesus. I had a great time. I might tell the story one day. University had resumed again, remotely. Eddy offered me a place at his home arguing I would saved money, and feel less lonely. I was conflicted to leave Mr. Magoo, but when I met him, he was already explaining me his next wicked plan… I did not get the fuck flu. At least not the way people described it. I had headaches and some mild fever. Nothing to keep me in bed. Anyway, I went at the clinic to get tested for both HIV and covid. I am awaiting my results. All characters in this fiction exists in real life. Yes, even the wicked Mr. Magoo! Acknowledgement There is a lot of great stories here and many of them were written few years ago. Some unfinished. Amongst some of the recent authors that got me fueled, I would like to mention @mass1ve and @earlystart for their amazing and manipulative stories “Doctor Doug” and “Good Christian boys” respectively. Mass1ve’s “Homewrecker” is also hot. “Lockdown Project” by @swimcrush is also very hot. In another register, @Tanbbottom started a story about the same time as mine titled “Barry, Jason and Chris” which I like a lot. @Gymguy8, @1981virginia, @whthole4u and @ButtB4iGo wrote and still write phenomenal stories. And two last ones, if you like twisted stories, read @socalboi88 “My Twisted Neighbor Lets Me Crash at His Place” and @btm4bbrn “Scorpion Bikers” So many to mention!