Scorpion

You are such a handsome piglet...    😁

Just saw your pictures and read about the things you allege to do.... It is such a pity, that you are on another continent. I would beat you up and rape your worthless ass. Choke you 'til the verge of death, while pumping my deadly seed into your faggot cunt.... You're such a nice young peace of fuck meat....

Nice picture of you.... love your DVD collection behind you.
I think I can see the Golden Girls there.... I have it also.... wonderful show!
So sad Betty White passed away yesterday.
Love and light on her way.

What a sweet invitation.... thank you!      😈

I would rather invite you for a week or so, to make sure you get rid of this bad habit,
taking those PrEP pills - they are just running against your natural purpose, being a fucking
poz slut, a cum dump for every dirty load in town, a sleazy young whore for any stiff cock.

I would lock you up in one of those portable dog kennels, just to make sure that you stop
running around, in a hectic search for another dose of PrEP. 
Fear no more - SLUT!

What good is it for, to slide into a fuck-body, knowing I wouldn't even have the chance to 
knock you up?! I could rather fuck with condoms then - and I never use condoms! Never!

But to show, that I'm fair - I would also stop taking my pills for a while.
Allowing my gift to expand, to become bigger than life itself.
I am such a nice guy, you see?

Let my potent and dirty semen rage in your hot little young body.
Let me fuck you bare and use no lube, to inflict the biggest possible damage.... erm,
I meant to really feel your cunt!
Let me use you like the fuck whore you are.

Don't worry - After the week is over, you will be free and happy - I will make sure, you stay
long enough - so you won't get overwhelmed with fear or doubt.

This could be part of a made up story, but it could also be a possible reality for you.
It's for you to decide.... 

S.

The Slut (Part 2 - in progress)

Mitch was sitting in the living room, waiting for one of his Dad’s mates from work. He was told, today would be the day to make a new cock ejaculate into his young body.

Just the thought of it made him sick.

His step-dad expected him to give the guy a great time, like any other good whore would do.

He twitched, every time he heard steps at the front door.

The red transparent cropped shirt was giving a hint of the two small nipples. His pale ass cheeks were clearly visible, since he wore only small red jocks. On the waistband was the word ‘Slut’ printed over and over again.

Suddenly there was the shrilling noise of the doorbell. Mitch almost fell off the couch and started to hyperventilate.

He remembered the advices his dad had given him this morning.

‘Stay focused on the cock’

‘Get into contact with the cock’

‘Milk the cock’

He got up slowly and walked towards the door, pinching his nipples slightly to get them erected.

His heart was beating like a drum. He looked through the spyhole and saw Uncle Brian preparing to ring the bell again, while adjusting his junk in his pants with his other hand.

The sharp sound of the bell echoed in Mitch’s head, while he took a last deep breath before opening the door.

He didn’t dare to look at Brian’s eyes and heard his deep voice saying ‘Oh – that’s nice…’

“Hello Uncle Brian… please come in?” he invited the man in, who wasn’t related to him by blood, but has been there for him, almost his entire life.

Brian stepped inside and turned around to get a better look at Mitch’s backside.

The boy slowly closed the door.

“Don’t call me Uncle anymore… it doesn’t seem to be appropriate…” he told Mitch.

Mitch simply nodded, without raising his glance. He looked instead at the prominent bulge before him and tried to find out, whether his uncle wore his cock to the left or to the right side. He licked his upper lip subconsciously, as he often did, being concentrated at one thing.

“My oh my… you really look the part, like a cheap boy whore… very good. Your dad wasn’t lying about that…” Brian mumbled and scanned Mitch’s slim body.

Mitch stepped slowly forward and touched Brian’s bump sensitively. He started rubbing the cock through the guys pants, paying attention to the hidden glans.

“Losing no time, eh? Good whore…” Brian enjoyed the boy’s slutty behavior.

The lad felt the hot, pulsating piece of meat hardening under his touch.

Both stood there, not saying a word. Mitch hoped he would wake up and find this was only a bad dream, or that Brian would get a bad conscience and withdraw from his plans.

“Oh yeah… get me hard, faggot….” Brian moaned.

Every word, was like a slap into the young guys face.

“Do you want to come into my room? You can… fuck me there?” Mitch asked sadly.

“Sure… go ahead. Lead me into your love cave” Brian answered with a mocking voice.

Slowly the boy moved to the stairs.

“Pull your ass cheeks apart… I want to see your cunt…” Brian growled in his deep voice.

Mitch took a deep breath and reached behind, to pry his ass cheeks apart. Slowly he moved upstairs, when he heard a clinging sound behind him.

He turned his head around and saw Brian opening up his belt and pants already, while staring at Mitch’s asshole, following the teenager.

“Fuck… such a tight faggot hole... I will rip you apart…” the male behind him moaned.

“I will shred you to pieces… Bitch!” he kept on threatening and insulting the poor kid.

From a story.... called "The Slut" although I am not sure which way it will lead....

here is a short part of it.... just started it

“Did you cry again?” his dad asked him with a growling voice.

Mitch never knew, if his stepdad was also sad about his mom’s sudden death. He never showed a sign of mourning and never talked to him about this loss.

“No!” Mitch replied in a whiny voice and his eyes showed instantly a wet shimmer.

“Sit down” Paul ordered and pointed to one of the chairs. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath.

Paul leaned against the counter. Dressed in his tight jeans and wifebeater, he crossed his arms before his chest, showing off his muscled body.

“We need to talk about some rules from now on. Since your mom died, this house looks like a pigsty.” his Dad said and Mitch followed the movement of his Dad’s hands and saw what he meant.

“From now on – you will be responsible for our well-being at home. This means – you will clean the house, cook the meals, do the dishes, wash our clothes and simply be there for me, in case I need anything...”

Mitch looked confused.

“But DAD… that’s not fair! I’m going to school - I can’t study and keep the whole house clean” Mitch complained.

His stepfather moved into his direction and stooped down a bit, to look his step-son directly into his eyes.

“Don’t call me Dad! From now on, you call me Sir! Is that understood?” Paul said calmly.

“Without me working, you wouldn’t have a roof over your head… be grateful and stop whining about your responsibilities…” his stepdad snarled dangerously.

Mitch gulped hard and nodded his head in response.

“You will get up early in the morning. You will prepare my breakfast and make sure I get everything I need. Then you will go to school. After that you will return immediately! Then you will do all your chores and cook something nice for us to eat – you got to maintain my penetrating power after all. And after that, if you have the time, you do your homework and then you will check on me, in case there is anything I might still need… and then you can go to sleep… Now – that your mother is gone, you have to adapt to fill her space” Paul ended his monologue.

“Yes Sir.” he looked down at the table.

Paul raised up again and looked down at the pathetic boy, who never made it into his heart.

“So - what are you waiting for… do the dishes…” Paul ordered him and went to the living room, to watch a football match on the tele.

Mitch got up from the chair and went to the sink. He started cleaning the plates and the cutlery.

It didn’t bother him to do the house chores, it just didn’t feel right, that he should change his whole life now… and that his Dad didn’t pull on the same rope.

Cleaning the dishes was one thing, but he never thought about doing the laundry.

After doing the dishes he checked on google how to actually use a washing machine.

The next morning Mitch got up early and started to prepare breakfast. He heard his stepdad singing in the shower. It was the first time, since his mother passed away, that he was actually singing in the bathroom.

A few minutes later his dad entered the kitchen and without Greetings, he walked up to his son and put both hands at his outlining of his bulge.

“Do you know, what this means?” he asked in a stern voice showing his thick tube, covered by his jeans.

Mitch was speechless, as he recognized how very well equipped his Stepdad was at the lower compartment.

“It means, that I don’t have any fucking clean underwear left in my drawer!” he growled.

Mitch looked up at his father’s eyes and then down again to the massive bulge.

“I thought, I made myself clear, when I said you are responsible for everything your mother did… what part of it, didn’t you understand?”

“I… I… I wanted to do the laundry today after school… I checked google how to use the washer… you can check it on my mobile Dad…” Mitch mumbled.

He saw the mad expression in his father’s eyes.

“I mean Sir…!” Mitch added quickly.

“You better start collecting all my dirty underwear at once, or else….” Paul said while eating his breakfast casually.

Mitch rushed upstairs and threw every underwear he could find into the laundry basket.

After a couple of minutes, he entered the kitchen again, while his father was making a telephone call.

“No… it is nothing serious, he just doesn’t feel so well today. I guess he is still traumatized… yes… yes… That’s really sweet of you…. No – only for this week. I think he might be settled next week then. Thank you so much…. highly appreciated. Thank you again Mr. Ramirez… Bye-bye for now” and with that he ended the connection to Mitch’s school principal.

The boy looked puzzled.

“You are excused for this week from school… now you have plenty of time to bring some order into this house” his father said and continued with his breakfast.

Mitch couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare at his dad with an open mouth.

“Come here” Paul barked.

Mitch moved closer to his stepfather, while Paul turned a bit around on his seat with his legs spread manly.

“Down on your knees” his stepdad continued.

The boy obeyed and had an exclusive look at his stepfather’s huge basket.

“Last night I thought we two had an understanding….” Paul almost whispered.

“There comes more responsibility with the title ‘Lady of the house’ than only doing the dishes. You will have to take care of all the things your mother did….” he continued.

“ALL OF IT….” he emphasized it.

Mitch understood, he made a mistake by not staying up all night and cleaning everything in the house and he felt sorry about it.

“Do you get it…?” Paul asked agitated and a rain of his spittle met the boys face.

A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheek as he nodded again.

“I don’t think you do, but that’s okay. Your mom always said, you are such a bright kid… I can only see empty holes in you…” Paul said it in a spiteful way.

Those words hurt the lad so much.

Mitch didn’t dare to get up and so he just sat, between the spread legs of his stepfather, with his head hanging down.

Happy Birthday Breeding Zone

It is good to have a place like this... 

😎💚😆🥳

The Corona Virus is a threat to all of us.... 

Please be careful....

Today is my birthday. 

Worship me!

I know there are some german guys on here.... so this is a sneak preview for you....

Conversion Party

Bernd machte derweil den Kofferraum auf und holte eine Trainingstasche hervor. Das war aber nicht die Tasche von Felix.

Dieser wies direkt darauf hin, dass man seine Tasche wohl vergessen hatte.

„Die brauchst Du nicht… ich nehme an Du wirst eh nicht viel anhaben“ erwiderte Bernd.

Stattdessen packte Markus Felix am Genick und übte einen sanften Druck aus, damit der Junge sich in Bewegung setzte.

Es gab jetzt kein rechts und kein links mehr.

Felix wurde an der Rezeption vorbei, direkt zum Fahrstuhl geführt. Der Mann der dahinter gelangweilt in einem Pornoheft blätterte blickte kurz auf und dachte bei sich, dass der Bengel aber doch noch recht jung sei.

‚Die werden auch immer schneller reif‘ dachte er bei sich und während sich ihre Blicke kreuzten, versuchte Felix hilfesuchend dreinzuschauen, während der Mitarbeiter des Hotels ihn nur grinsend anblickte und allen dann viel Spaß wünschte.

Der Signalton des Fahrstuhls riss ihn aus den ängstlichen Gedanken und er wurde in den leeren Lift geschubst.

Wortlos schauten alle drei Männer Felix abschätzend an, während zwei sich gar keine Mühe mehr machten das Reiben über ihre von ihren Jeans bedeckten Schwänze zu verstecken.

A Lonely Christmas Tale (2nd Sneak Preview)

He really wanted to touch my cunt buster, he wanted to feel it. Little did he know he would feel it with his ass and I was determined to rape the shit out of him if necessary, but it would add so much more to the excitement, if he would take part, more or less willingly, in his own abuse.

We turned into the dead end street and all of the sudden it became really quiet around us. There were no one around us in this lane and while we almost reached our destination I stopped Damien by touching him gently on his shoulder.

“Do you mind if I carry you the rest of the way?” I asked him out of the blue.

“Carry me?” he seemed confused.

“Yeah – I would like to feel you. To feel your weigh… to smell you… I just want to be close to you and now is the perfect moment for that.” I replied.

Damien nodded in agreement but didn’t know how I would like to carry him, so he stood there undecided.

I simply lifted him up easily. He was light as a feather.

“Close your legs around my waist” I instructed him.

His ass was pushing hard against my bulge. I moved slowly with him letting my jeans covered cock bump against his little ass. My hands caressed his ass cheeks through his pants while I carried him around.

If someone watched this scene, he would have thought two lovers are making out romantically.

We were almost slow dancing to a tune only we could hear and while Damien searched for a tight grip behind my neck I made sure he wouldn’t slip from my hips so easily.

I turned around and walked to a darkened corner of the house we just passed. Damien did not complain at first when his back bumped into the solid bricks of the wall. I started to grind my pelvis into his ass-cheeks slowly and moaned loudly.

“Scorpion – stop – it hurts my shoulders…” Damien whined.

I didn’t react. My eyes were closed and I continued grinding my bulge into his sweet little ass.

“Scorpion – please – the bricks are rough and hurting me…” he gave a yelp.

“SHUT UP” I barked and now my eyes were focused on him. I looked at him furious.

“I am giving you a lecture faggot… you are about to please a man. It doesn’t matter if it is unpleasant for YOU. All that matters is that you bring pleasure to ME. You got that, you filthy little whore?” I growled.

Damien did not reply a thing. He simply felt his back scraping painfully against the wall behind but was too afraid to complain about it once more.

“YOU GOT THAT FAGGOT?” I hissed.

“Yes… yes…. I am sorry… I got *ouch* I got it…..” he replied pathetically.

For the next two minutes I ‘dry-fucked’ him into the wall and then I ordered him to pull himself back on my hips.

His fingers grabbed my neck fast and his legs closed around my waist quickly.

Hey guys.... Merry Christmas to all of you and a happy new 2019.

This one is for you....

A Little Christmas Poem

Sitting lonely in your seat

With your body trimmed and neat

Looking for a cock to suck

Maybe you let him even fuck

Your boyfriend works to pay the bills

To pay your rent and pay your thrills

He buys your clothes, your food, your gear

He is at work and you are here

So tell me one more time you care

To risk your love – you wouldn’t dare

As long as no one knows the facts

You know how like and like attracts

I do respect you fag and all

And so I fuck you in a stall

But only raw since I want to breed

You will accept the seed you need

Your cunt gets fucked so hard and fast

This fling is not a thing to last

You fags are only good to fuck

Now move your ass you stupid bug

And while I shoot my toxic load

I’m giving you a whole new code

It’s Christmas Time: Don’t get the flu.

And by the way – this gift’s for you.

Scorpion 12-23-2018

Sneak Preview of a new story... about to come:

“Our car is parking in a dead end street nearby. Maybe we could sit in the back seat and… just talk” I suggested.

I knew it would take me less than ten minutes now to get my fingers up his tight hole and scratch him with my fingernails.

Tearing them down, making him bleed and open him up for the gift I was about to present to him.

His little brain was working hard and after a minute he nodded at me.
I paid our drinks and Damien smiled gratefully. It was okay to pay for a coke and get a pussy for free.

“Hey – where do you think you are going?” a dark voice boomed behind us, as we started to leave the pub.

We turned around and Damien looked like he was caught stealing something in a shop.

“Oh – I’m sorry guys. I wanted to take a walk with this guy here. He is alone here and we just wanted to talk outside….” I blabbered innocently.

“And who is this? I wonder if Jon would approve, that you are taking other guys on a romantic walk….” one of my friends barked.

“No – it is not like this! This fag here has a steady boyfriend and he is really loyal to his man… right?” I looked at Damien.

The lad didn’t feel good about, being called a faggot in front of ‘strangers’.

“Oh sorry… guys… this is Damien. Damien the big one before you is Shredder and the other one with the huge bulge in his pants is Hawk.

Damien exchanged handshakes with my friends.

“What’s up faggot” Shredder replied while Hawk openly massaged his cock through his pants.

“Don’t scare him… assholes. They are not usually that way. They are only acting this way, because we were hunting all day long and they are a bit tensed up. Don’t worry about them. They are also in committed relationships and only teasing you” I said out loudly.

I addressed to my friends “I am just giving him some advice on his relationship to his lover and we need a place we actually can go through things and talk about stuff… I can feel we are close to a break-through now” I grinned and slapped my left palm against my right fist, signaling we would fuck the slut very soon now.

Damien couldn’t see this, because I was standing behind him. Too bad he didn’t turn around to check this noise out, since he could hear the slapping sounds clearly.

The Stables (Part 3) has been finished.

Preview:

Someone stooped down to his face and smiled at him while wanking his dick.

“Can’t move a muscle – eh, don’t worry, we will do all the work for you.” he said and cackled gleefully and gave him a few friendly slaps on his left cheek.

“Nick gave him only so much, that he can’t move, but he is fully aware of what we are doing to him. He can feel the pain…. every cock forced into him. Every gush of semen we spray inside his cunt…. he will feel everything…..” someone mumbled.

Another cock came into view and then the guy stooped down also, smiling at him viciously.

“Hey – remember me? I carried you…. Thanks for letting us convert you. I always wanted to poz a twink, but never thought there would be a slut willing to accept this slow kill. You rock….” he grinned and stood up again.

First Chapter of 'Revenge' has been finished by me.  

If you like this.... show me.

Not 'The Trainee' but a new story called 'In The Dark' has been finished by me.

What part of my body hurts the most?

What part of my soul is crying... 

... For crying out loud?

What part of my heart is beating...

... Faster than the speed of love?

Is this the way that it's supposed to be?

What part of my body hurts the most?

Come a little bit closer...

... Come here now...

... Let's see...

...

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all of you from Germany

Let's be wicked in 2018   

Do you remember the story 'Let Love Once Move In' ? Are you interested in the continuing abuse of the sweet teenager by several dominant turks and arabs? Some changes would be necessary.... but I am willing to rewrite some of the stuff and then it should fit into the Backroom. Let me know, what's on your mind...

'Never given up, I looked for you everywhere...

Time went by and sadness took the place of despair.

In a way you'll stay with me 'til death do us part...

Like a shadow deep in my heart - forever.'

The Ban has been lifted... I am free.... I am freeeeee  

Good to be back

You know, how to assume position! Well done....

Hey guys,

first of all - I truly like to publish my stories here.

It is fun for me to write it, and nice to get a feedback (comments or 'likes') from guys, who have the same

interests like me.  

I understand the concept, that we 'come on' to 'get off' and most guys are probably hopping to another

story to release the pressure, or get actually sticky fingers, while reading my stuff.

Still... if people stop reading the stuff, or the 'likes' decrease enormously, then it makes no sense to develop a story. 

So don't be sad, if a tale ends abruptly - this opens a door for your fantasy to let a guy love or suffer the

consequences of his behaviour.