Scorpion

Totally different... I know... Guess I am in a romantic mood.

 

Should I Stay Or Should I Go

 

 

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Sometimes we meet a person and we know – this is the one.

 

Do you know what I mean? You look at someone and your heart stops missing a beat.

Your whole body tingles. You hear the blood rushing in your ears. The world is spinning around you.

 

This happened to me 92 days ago.

92 days with butterflies in my body.

92 days with friends rolling their eyes, because I had only one subject.

92 days full of romance and not one fight.

 

It is strange – in my earlier relationships I was always insecure and jealous.

After a short while I was suspicious but this time everything was different.

From the moment I met Scorpion I had only eyes for him. And I saw his eyes were only resting on me.

 

It is a great feeling, if you love each other with all of your heart.

 

And tonight I am sitting alone at home and staring into the candle light.

I am not sure how long Scorpion is gone.

 

We talked very much and we cried a lot and then he left.

 

The evening started romantically. We bought some stuff to make dinner. We enjoy cooking together. Mostly I do the cooking and he caresses my neck and steals a kiss from my lips.

 

Don’t get me wrong. He is all the man I need. He is quite a macho in our regular life, but also protecting and caring. I do not feel like his possession but I know also, that I belong to him.

 

All the things have changed now.

 

The first time we made love, I was a bit uneasy. Curious but also a bit scared.

 

I was used to get my foreplay. I was used to get sucked and often my lovers licked my ass.

 

With Scorpion it was like changing from day to night.

 

He told me to undress and get on my knees.

Then he opened his jeans and ordered me to suck his dick.

I wanted to use my hands but he told me to keep my hands down and open my mouth widely.

 

He grabbed my ears and started face fucking me.

 

Although I choked, he didn’t seem to care.

After a while I started drooling spit all over my chest. There was so much spit. I thought it would be disgusting, but Scorpion didn’t stop. He simply used my mouth and before shooting his load he withdrew his thick cock from my mouth and ejaculated on my face.

 

I was breathless.

At first I thought, this was way too rough, but then I realized this was exactly what I was looking for.

 

I needed a guy who would protect me during the day and use me like a slut at night.

 

Then he fucked me for the first time.

He wanted to go bareback, but I was not comfortable with it. And so he agreed after a while to fuck me with a condom.

I could see in his expression, that he wasn’t too happy about it.

 

Our foreplay was easy and fast. I received a few slaps to my face and undressed rapidly.

He ripped my underpants from my body and threw a jock strap onto the bed.

 

“Wear these…. I don’t want to see your dick” he ordered.

 

Then he shoved me down on my back and told me to spread my legs.

He used some lube on his cock and after holding my legs up (they rested next to my chest), he fucked me hard and fast.

It was almost like he tried to rip my ass apart.

I have never felt so much pain and was never so much satisfied.

Scorpion showed me my place and when I tried to jerk off he told me I should take my fucking hands away from my cock.

 

At first I was offended but he explained to me later on, that it was my duty to concentrate myself on satisfying his needs.

I should not distract myself by rubbing my clit.

 

He allowed me to jerk off later, while being on the loo.

 

Every time I returned from the bath room he was still awake and grinned cheekily and I would cuddle myself into his arms and only then he told me, how much he loved and needed me.

 

During the act he called me names like slut and bitch. But he never said he loved me during his ejaculation.

 

Somehow I valued that very much. It means more, if you hear those words during the day or before falling asleep.

 

So after a while I’ve learnt, that my submissive vein was not a deficit.

 

Don’t get me wrong. I am not feminine, but at night I am on the receiving end – and I enjoy feeling a real man within me.

 

Several times did Scorpion try to convince me, to forget about the condom.

He even promised me, to pull out before shooting his load.

 

And last night we made love in the purest form.

Skin on skin and I enjoyed it so much, knowing there was nothing between us anymore.

 

Did I ask him about his status?

 

No.

 

Why?

 

He looks great. I was sure everything would be fine and I didn’t want to make him uneasy. Maybe it was a mistake.

In our time nothing can be taken for granted.

 

So he fucked me so hard. he banged me harder than he ever did before.

I was used, that he wouldn’t lick my ass. He always told me, that wouldn’t be his job. But this time he denied me any kind of lube.

Still I was willing to take the pain, because I knew it would create pleasure for him.

 

He looked me deep into the eyes, when he told me he was about to cum.

 

I reminded him softly to pull out and with a curse he withdrew his cock and shot his load on my stomach and splattered more cum over my chest.

 

For a moment I thought, I did something wrong. He seemed to be upset, that I asked him to keep his promise.

But when I came back from the bathroom he was cute as always and he held me in his arms even while I slept.

 

And today he opened up to me finally.

He told me, while we ate our dinner, that he loved me and he wanted to be with me.

I smiled at him, because it was exactly what I felt in my heart.

 

Then he continued with a serious expression on his face, that he had to tell me something.

 

I was concerned, because of the way his eyes looked at me. I could see a deep sadness, I had never seen before.

 

Scorpion told me, that he was sick and he apologized for risking infecting me also.

I heard the words and even though he did not say the letters, I knew he talked about HIV.

 

At first I was furious. He fucked me bareback. Who knows if he really pulled out in time?

How could he endanger my health that way?

 

I don’t remember it clearly, but I think I threw my glass after him. I screamed at him, that I hated him and that I cursed the day I ever laid eyes on him.

 

My whole mind was upside down. I didn’t know what to do and so I told him to piss off.

 

Scorpion was not aggressive. He tried to touch me and he actually held me for a while and we both cried, but after a while I pushed him away and told him to leave my flat.

 

He got up and told me, he hoped I would be okay and repeated that he was sorry.

 

For a week I was not able to do the easiest thing. I called in sick on my work, but I didn’t go to see a doctor.

All I could do was crying and after a while I asked myself, if I cried because of me or because the lost love.

 

And then I realized, I didn’t want to miss Scorpion in my life.

 

He was sick… okay. There are more serious diseases than HIV.

Then another week passed and I received a text message, if I was okay and if he could visit me for a short while to get his stuff.

 

The night I threw him out, he had no chance to take any of his stuff.

There was his tooth brush. He left his aftershave in my bathroom. There was his shirt he slept in lately. And I had to admit I had sniffed at it lately. There were of course other clothes in the desks and cupboards. Music CD’s and DVD’s. Scorpion was almost living with me already.

 

I had to ask myself, should I stay or should I go?

 

A few hours after his text, I messaged him back and told him he could come to my apartment in the evening.

 

When he arrived he had two bags with him. He greeted me and dared stepping up to me. He just hesitated for a second, but then he pulled me into his arms and told me he was really sorry and he hoped I would be ok.

 

I couldn’t help it, but I started crying again.

 

Scorpion rubbed my back and then smiled at me.

 

“Everything will be fine. I promise. I took good care of you, even if I put you under danger, I am sure you will be okay…” he promised.

 

Then he went into the bathroom and collected his stuff.

 

After a while he went into the bedroom and opened the drawers to collect his clothes.

 

For a while I was not able to move. I have said so many mean things.

But I had to react and so I followed him into the bedroom and stood at the door frame.

 

“Don’t go… “ I whispered.

 

Scorpion stood with his back to me. I could not see his face, but he stopped in his movement.

 

“Please… don’t leave me.” I added.

 

He turned around and looked at me with his beautiful dark eyes.

 

“It is not so easy you know that.” he replied.

 

“Why? I see you with my heart Scorpion. You are the love of my life. There won’t be another. I may meet another guy one day, but I will never love that way again.” I sniffed.

 

He stepped up to me and kissed my forehead.

 

“I thought about you and me for the last two weeks. And you are right, I was mad at you at first, but things have changed. I am not scared, if you are by my side. Healthy or not – as long as you are with me, nothing can harm me.” I told Scorpion and looked deeply into his eyes.

 

Then I went down to my knees and started opening his jeans.

 

“No….” he said.

 

“Yes….” I insisted.

 

In this night we made love, the way he taught me to.

 

“Fuck me hard and cum in me” I begged him and although he was hesitant at first, after a while he banged my ass so hard and brutal.

I yelped with every stroke he did and tried my best to massage him with my slit.

 

He slapped me twice before ejaculating and asked me again if I wanted his toxic cum.

 

“Yes – give me your poison.” I screamed.

 

I got lost in his eyes, when he started to moan and felt every splash of cum in my body.

 

“Do you want to go to the loo and clean yourself up and jerk off?” he asked.

 

“No – I would rather stay with you and I want to keep your sperm in me” I answered.

 

He nodded and cuddled up to me.

 

“Stay with me… forever” I whispered.

 

“I have never met someone like you. I will never leave you” he said softly.

 

I turned my head and kissed him on his mouth.

Then I felt his cockhead swelling again and this time he fucked me from behind.

 

I believe his promises to stay with me.

 

Will I get and see a doctor? No.

Sooner or later I will get the fuck flu – then I will know I am closer to him than ever before.

 

There is no need to be afraid, as long as he allows me to be with him.

 

I made my decision to stay with him.

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We accompanied Brian almost like bodyguards.

 

Oliver held Brian by his nape, massaging the twink like an old buddy would, but in the end he was just giving him direction to our destination.

Mark was feeling the boy’s ass up and looked at us, mimicking the word ‘slut’

 

But at the last corner, Brian took a sudden halt.

 

“What’s wrong? Why are we stopping?” Morton asked.

 

“I…. I don’t know…. maybe I should think about it”

With an absent minded glance Brian looked around and didn’t fail to perceive the prominent bulges at the front of our jeans.

 

“I am a bit scared….”

 

“Hey, hey… I understand that. I mean if we do great things, we often have doubts… but come on, it must be your fate…. You are such a good guy, sharing your whole concept to better the world and the gay community….” I tried to distract Brian’s concerns.

 

“Imagine… your face on the screen in erotic cinemas all over Europe… with your reference to the risk of unsafe sex…. and the Millions of gay teens who will look up to you and say: ‘I don’t want to become such a slut as Brian’” I continued.

 

“But you guys seem to be so much ‘bigger’ than my boyfriend’s…. cock…. and I never had anyone else in my ass.”

 

“That’s awesome… and shows again how precious you are, to share your body with our cocks. You see we have the same goal. We just want to get into you too…for ‘our’ project and the good cause.”

 

My mates had to concentrate not to laugh out loud.

 

“Look – the hotel is right across the street. Are you still on your mission to rescue the world, or do you bail out now?

 

Brian straightened himself up and without any help started walking towards the hotel entrance.

 

We fist-bumped each other with an evil grin and followed Brian closely.

 

 

This hotel was renting out rooms per hour, if you know what I mean.

 

At the reception we encouraged Brian to ask for a room. It made the whole thing so perverted, him asking about a place where we could corrupt him.

My friends and I would share the rent for the couple of hours of course.

 

Brian would be a cheap slut, abused in a cheap room.

 

Once we’ve reached our space, Brian sat down on a couch immediately.

Obviously he was still a bit tensed and feared to be near the bed.

 

“Now… that we are here, we could talk about the procedure. Our clients in Europe have some clear ideas about the commercial.” I reopened the charade.

 

Brian nodded to my suggestion. The other guys were sitting on the bed or standing nearby, simply pressing their lumps.

It was me, taking the role of the director and so I told Brian we should start taking a few pictures of the crew.

 

This had to be arranged and so I told the guys to stand in the middle of the room, right in front of the bed.

 

The bed linen looked stained. On the mattress was not a sheet at all.

Just the plain mattress and it was quite disgusting. There were several dried stains of cum and piss and who knows what stuff.

 

Brian had to kneel in front of the tall guys, which made him look even smaller than he was.

“You keep serious faces guys – and look down to our little hero. Brian, start smiling into the cam. That’s nice…very nice.”

Being in such a kneeling position, the brat was surrounded by several big junks.

Now I started with some close-ups of Brian’s angelic face, and this way the bulges next to him seemed even more impressive.

“Move closer together guys. Let Brian touch your baskets now.” I ordered.

No doubt, my friend’s cocks started tingling.

 

“Do we really need this?” Brian sighed.

 

“Of course – we need to send some pictures in. I thought everyone would know the business?” I barked.

 

“Oh, sorry…. I guess I forgot” he replied timidly.

 

“Don’t worry about it. Now reach out for the guys junk and massage them a little bit. That’s nice…. yeah…. show some respect to the guys and turn your head to the left now. Stick your tongue out and lick the bulge next to you. Perfect!”

After this ordeal, we felt Brian’s extreme tension.

 

Although he smiled at us, it looked more like a cramp to his face.

On my sign we moved closer to the boy and started doing business - talk.

The boy tried to get up, but he was pushed back to his knees several times by different hands.

 

Because of us, he was totally surrounded by legs and crotches.

 

In the meanwhile I ordered him to open our jeans one by one.

Our belts and the highest button of the pants should remain closed. All the other buttons downwards should be opened.

And if he was finished with that, he was allowed to fish our dicks out of opening. This way he could make the first contact to our POZ cocks.

 

He didn’t have to suck us, just to free our cocks. At least this announcement calmed him down a bit.

 

After he managed the tasks successfully, he stopped immediately his actions and waited for further instructions. His hands rested on his thighs, but he couldn’t stop gazing at the big, fat dicks that swung above his head.

They were already leaking and some of the drops were hitting him on his face or head.

 

The guys agreed to do some more of the group photos, but this time thick and long cocks were sticking out proudly close to Brian’s face.

You could see the terror in his eyes rising when we asked him to jerk two cocks off slowly, while French-kissing the glans of the others. 

 

He was free to decide which one he wanted to lick, but we made sure, that his tongue had to touch every dick at least once. We told him, it had to be fair to all of us.

 

In order to prepare his speech, he got 10 minutes time and then the recording would start.

Brian wasn’t experienced enough and too excited and so we helped him, writing down some lines for him.

 

When this was accomplished he got told to get into position and work on the guys.

There he was, beautiful Brian kneeling in this cheap room and licking a glans, while jerking two others off, then he turned his head to the mobile cam and said:

“Hello!

My name is Brian and I am 18 years old.

*smiles to the cam*

 

This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS.

*flickers his tongue against another penis, who is offered to his mouth*

 

We want to show you today the kind of sex, which should be avoided if possible,

because it is way too dangerous: Bareback Sex!

*licks another dickhead*

 

These friends of mine will help me to visualize the dangerous acts, which you should not practice in future.

 

We are all negative. Please try to stay the same…. “

 

“CUT CUT CUT!” my voice boomed above Brian’s head.

 

“I told you – if we want to reach the people, they need to think there is danger ahead.

Get it in your head!” with that I grabbed some of his hair and shook his head, with every word I said.

 

“But then the video tomorrow would make no sense, if the people think, you are all POZ and next day we shoot a video with condoms on…” Brian argued.

 

“Listen… you are just at the receiving end. I got my orders from my bosses and know exactly what to do. Tomorrow we will solve the mystery to the audience and sending them the message – with condoms a fate like yours today, could have been avoided. Got it?”

 

“Uhm… alright” the lad sniffed but his face expressed that he wasn’t really convinced.
The problem was, now that he was here in this room with all these macho men, he wasn’t so brave and cocky anymore.

 

“So… now from the beginning… and ACTION!”

 

“Hello!

My name is Brian and I am 18 years old.

*doesn’t look so happy anymore*

 

This is an awareness advertisement to battle against HIV and AIDS and other

sexual transmitted diseases.

*I roll my eyes*

 

*a friend of mine shoves almost his whole cock into the lad to shut him up*

 

*Brian is visibly stressed and chokes on the invading dick*

 

We will show you some sexual acts, which should be avoided if possible.

Bareback Sex!

 

*looks up to my mates and me*

 

These friends of mine will help me to visualize those dangerous acts.

 

I am negative and they are POZ.

 

Please – do not try this at home…. and now…. Enjoy.”

 

I raised the cam and all of us (except me – since I was filming the scene) could be seen, with naked upper bodies. We were all quite in good shape.

Every one of us had a biohazard tattoo, resplendent on the left chest.  

When we started corrupting twinks, we all agreed this should be our distinctive trademark.

 

It was fun, if a guy like Brian didn’t even know the meaning of the tattoo and probably admired the work of art.

But it was even more fun if you are already fucking a boy and he recognizes the tattoo and gets frantic. It drives you over the edge, when the boy realizes he will get seeded by a POZ cock.

 

We stopped the recording and applauded Brian. That was nicely done now.

 

“Scorpion?” the twink asked shyly.

 

“You wanted to tell me, how much I could earn here, doing this clip”

 

Was it possible, that young Brian here was in some sort of financial distress?

 

“Well our contract has three possible paragraphs about payment.

The first one is – you will get paid for the actual clip. This ranges from 200 to 500 Dollars.

Our bosses like to apply that paragraph because we work for several days mostly; everything else could be too expensive to the company.

 

Then there is the second possibility to be paid for activity. The more you are willing to do, the more money you get. But this could take quite long, because the actor has the right to stop the production if he is feeling uneasy. Everything has to be repeated then – over and over again.

You could earn between 500 and 800 Dollars at best per commercial.

 

And the last option is almost never used, because our bosses would lose way too much money. So theoretically it could be chosen, but it is most unlikely.”

 

“And what is that?” Brian asked.

 

“Well – you get paid for received cum-shots. This means, if a guy shoots his cum up your ass, or down your throat or it simply splashes it on your skin, you get paid 900 Dollars per cumshot.

The bad thing is – no interruption is allowed. No code word. No nothing.”

 

“You are five guys. Will you all cum in me?”

 

“Well – uhm, I guess so. In every scene several guys will replay the scene. This way we will get the best results, when editing the clip. So it is highly possible, that all five of us will fuck you sooner or later.

 

“I mean… are you all going to get into my body at once?” he shivered.

 

We laughed loudly.

 

“You don’t have enough holes. But to be honest – we wouldn’t do that.
We are working here on a serious project. This is not a cheap gangbang porn. It wouldn’t make sense to annihilate you.

I guess three guys will work on your body. Four at most! Don’t forget – one or two guys will record the whole stuff all the time. It will be a blast, I can feel it!”

 

“Think about it – sometimes it might really hurt you, because we have big cocks, but if you chose the second version, we would stop fucking you if you say the word. Our dicks would most likely stay in your hole until you say we could continue. I think this might be really cruel also and will hurt you even more.

 

If you chose the third possibility, you will definitely feel the pain. But I promise you, if the pain is unbearable for you, just express yourself and we will fuck you even harder. This way, we will cum sooner and all the pain will stop eventually.

It is your choice” with that I finished my specification.

 

Brian was torn inside. It took him a couple of minutes to make his decision.

“I would like to choose the third possibility…” he whispered back.

 

In that very second he looked only at our cocks, hoping it wouldn’t hurt so much, but he should have looked into our cold eyes. We would show no mercy to him.

We wanted to make it hurt as much as possible and to rip his ass open, while fucking our toxic cum into him.

 

“This is a verbal contract then. If you break this contract our company is able to sue you for 500.000 Dollars.” I explained to him finally.

 

There was an audible gulping.

“That won’t happen. Just don’t be too hard on me. Remember your promise – it should be only an intimation of sex anyway. If all of you guys fuck me at least one time, I will get… erm… over three thousand Dollars I think.”

 

We all grinned evilly.

 

“That’s the right attitude. And if whores can open up their holes for 20 johns or more… hey, I bet you can beat that!” I grinned and ordered him to suck my throbbing dick for a minute.

 

In the end the boy was nothing more than a filthy, fucking, stupid bitch.

And before the night would end, he would be a filthy, fucking, stupid, POZZED  bitch!

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My friends and I met on a friday night in one of those gay leather bars.

We knew each other for quite a while and were comfortable with us being positive through and through.

 

It was for us quite a sport to convert innocent guys, but times are rough with all the prep around.

 

And all of a sudden Brian ‘happened’.

 

Brian was a cute blonde angelic twink, who had the goal to prevent other guys from practicing unsafe sex.

The night he came to our table, he greeted us friendly and asked if we would enjoy the evening.

 

Probably all of us got an instant hard-on.

 

There he appeared, like an angel on the borderline to hell and we were sitting in the shadows, lurking for his innocence.

 

Of course we asked him for which organization he volunteered.

‘None’ was his answer.

 

That made us curious and so we started our conversation which led Brian to take a seat at our table and tell us about his story.

 

After introducing ourselves we moved on.

 

“So…. Brian. It is interesting to meet you. I mean such a young guy working on such an important subject is not so usual”

 

Brian beamed and was willing to tell us about his reasons.

 

“I didn’t come out to my parents yet. I mean… with 18 I just didn’t find the right moment to open up.”

 

We nodded understandingly getting probably wet spots on our jeans from our leaking dicks already.

 

“Then I met another guy on a chat. That was a year ago, but he used me only and since we had bareback sex I was very scared about HIV and stuff” he continued.

 

“Understandable and so grown-up”

 

“I see it as my duty to the gay community to warn them about the risks of getting stuff you know?” he blabbered.

 

“Of course it is” we agreed wholeheartedly.

 

I could see all my chaps were already in the hunting mode.

 

It was our time to make the next move now and so I opened with a made-up story about an advertising company who was looking for male models, to star in an HIV commercial.

He listened to my lies – in which we had found a twink-model, but that the guy turned out to be positive and since we would record dangerous scenes it was not justified to endanger our other active participants.

We had to fire this guy and so the big deal was off and we would probably lose our jobs by the end of next week.

 

“Why? I mean it is not your fault that your star was sick.”

 

“But our bosses won’t care if we are guilty or not. They want to see results. It is a tough business…” we expressed with sad eyes.

 

“Hey…. aaaaw… forget it” a pal of mine (Mark) interfered.

 

“What is it?” the little angel wanted to know.

 

“You would be ideal for the role of the innocent twink. You look young and would fit into age gap we want to reach with the advertisement” he explained.

 

It was only one way he could react and that was with a polite rejection.

 

“That’s too bad – see you could safe some of your twink friends with this add, instead of coming to bars or clubs. I bet people try to hit on you. You know what I mean? Your issue is so honorable and still there are so many guys out here who try to get into your pants. With this add it would be different you know? Yeah – they would see your cute face of course, but they would see the message behind it”

 

Then he revealed his true problem. Since he wasn’t out of the closet, he was scared his parents or neighbors or probably his friends would see this. That was the reason he was scared about mostly.

 

“Uhm… we work for an international advertising company with a european branch” and we explained to him, that this spot was only for the european market. We assured him, that it wouldn’t be shown in the US.

“It won’t be even shown on the internet, only in certain cinemas in the opening credits, because of its open sexual content.” another friend of mine (Oliver) explained.

 

“But we are dealing with a serious subject here” I added.

 

“Guys… guys… our other models are gone too. The active studs – remember?” the third pal (Morton) mentioned.

 

“Damn he is right… although, we could take the part. We are active and well hung and we are all negative”

 

With that I assured him again we would be healthy and all over nine inches.

 

“Our company would pay you and your time of course. The checks could be payable to you. All we need is your address and last name. We would handle the rest then.

 

“Uhm… how much would I get…. if I am willing to participate in the educational spot” Brian asked and was obviously ashamed of bringing the subject of payment to the table.

 

“Depends on how long we work on you and how much you are willing to do – we could explain that all to you, but only if you are actually interested” I told him.

 

Of course he understood, that it would be a waste of time explaining all this, if he wouldn’t want to do it anyway and so he signaled to us, that he would love to a part in this advertisement.

 

That was a great offer and after some exchange we welcomed him happily on our team.

 

“What do I have to do?” he asked innocently.

 

“Well – we need two days for this shoot. First we would film all the risky scenes, the bareback and stuff” we explained.

 

“Bareback? No way! That is way too dangerous.” he revolted.

 

We had to realize, that we didn’t have a young and good looking twink at our table, but also a stupid one and so it was necessary to get him back where he belonged. On our POZ cocks.

 

“Actually our company requires an HIV and STD test every four weeks. You are the high risk factor here. You are young and attractive – it is highly possible, that you are sick already!”

 

“No way – I had only one boyfriend and he was the only one getting into me without a condom. And since we broke up, I waited my share of time and made a test and it came out negative.” Brian answered.

 

“See – and that is why, we are willing to take the risk with you, since we are totally positive about being healthy too” I confused him.

 

“Do you guys have a studio?” he asked.

 

The little brat caught us but Tim came to our rescue.

 

“Our budget is big enough to rent a studio but our clients in europe want the spot as real as possible – so we wanted to start with some shoots here in the bar and then in a cheap hotel down the street. Only if it looks authentic, people will probably recognize the scheme and avoid this situation in future.”

 

Brian nodded understandingly and mentioned that there are so many dangerous places around to be fucked up with HIV.

 

“There are so many filthy toilets or guys get infected because the fuck around in a back seat of a car” he added.

 

We agreed on that and discussed if we should do some sequels on the toilets but Morton argued against it. He brought us back to our client’s wishes (a lie: there was no client) and said it had to be a casual meeting between a boy slut and some POZ studs.

 

“Too bad we only got our high definition mobile cams with us (a lie: we referred to the cams of our mobile phones). Our other gear is in our hotel and this is on the other side of the town. Those mobile cams are property of our company and they are really good” we fabricated but Brian believed every word we said by now.

 

Almost like old friends we ordered him a beer and clinked glasses.

He refused at first, since he didn’t like alcohol at all, but we convinced him to drink with us. In the end we had something to celebrate.

 

He asked us to be kind to him. He had no experience with being an actor.

 

“Of course – and remember it is all a reference to dangerous sex acts. We will penetrate you of course, but we are not shooting a porn movie or so. It will be still tasteful and show only the hint of risky behavior. If the scenes are too much hardcore after all, they will be edited anyways. So don’t worry about it.”

 

We would explain every scene to him before shooting it.

It was only important for him to know, that on the first night we would record the scheduled ‘unsafe’ scenes and on the other night we would do the ‘safe’ scenes and the contract between him and our fake company would be signed.

The second night would never happen though.

 

After another glass of whiskey, we decided it was time to set off.

 

Brian was a little bit tipsy and as we left the bar, two of us helped Brian to walk straight.

 

It was a funny sight. He looked so small and thin.

His 5.4 foot and our over 6 foot tall bodies would make a nice contrast.

 

I couldn’t wait to shoot my toxic load into his small and tight ass…

 

 

 

Predators and prey   (Part 9)

 

 

 

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Michael didn’t know how long they drove.

He lost the track of time. He just knew, it was finally over and he felt the warmth of the guys back in front of him. He felt safe….

 

Darkness…..

 

“…. raped… almost snuffed… ” someone almost shouted.

 

“What the fuck did you think Steven?” another voice asked.

 

“…. had to fuck this slut….. “

 

“…. kidnap…..” those words made no sense to Michael at all.

 

“… crazy….. This is just insane…..”

 

Dark voices were whispering above his head.

His mind wandered in and out. Michael was too exhausted and he needed to get some rest, after this powerful abuse he endured for so many hours.

 

“…. cops…. you will go to jail, if they find….”

 

Hands were touching him.

 

“I need to give him… stop whining you damn fool…..”

 

Sometimes the voices he heard seemed to come from a distance, sometimes it was like someone shouted out loud.

 

“…. help….. hold his cheeks apart…. Matt – pull his ass-cheeks apart now…. damage already done….. stitches….”

 

Michael sighed. He was scared he would get hurt again.

Did someone hurt him at all? He couldn’t remember the last few hours. He only knew his body was aching.

His mind was floating back into the security of a deep and dreamless sleep.

 

After another couple of hours Michael came back to consciousness.

 

He heard the bed squeak.

His eyes were still closed. He was too weak to even open them, but he felt a dull pain in his body.

He was rocking forth and back slowly. He felt like a baby in his mother’s arms.

So safe and secure…. and still there was this pain in his ass.

 

He summoned all his strength and opened his eyelids a bit.

 

The light did hurt his eyes and for the first moment he saw a ray of light shimmering golden above his face.

 

His legs were pinned next to his head. This was so tiring.

 

Moaning…. was he moaning?

No… this was not his voice.

 

He had to close his eyes, but the noises appeared louder now. It was as if his senses came back to life.

 

Again he heard this heavy breathing.

 

His butt was hurting.

 

Michael forced himself to open his eyes more than he did before.

 

Again he saw something golden swinging over his face back and forth.

 

*grunting*

 

The golden thing was a golden necklace that swung above his head.

 

More squeaking noise reached his ears in a steady slow motion.

 

Then he recognized the face of a guy, who was not even looking back at him. The guy seemed to be in his own world. His eyes were closed and he seemed relaxed. It was him who made the grunting noises.
Michael was pretty sure about it.

 

With all of his strength he managed to raise his head and saw the guy was fucking into his ass slowly.

The stud didn’t even realize, that Michael was coming back to life, but was still too weak to resist.

 

A loud moan emerged from the guy on top of Michael and he felt something warm entering his asshole.

 

“Oh fuck…. oh…. fucking cunt”  the bloke growled.

 

Michael’s arse was aching and he felt every gush that was fired into him even more intensified.

 

The twink hid again in a dark corner of his mind, while his legs were released from the pressure of being manhandled.

 

On the third day he felt a gentle hand stroking his hair.

He opened his eyes more easily, than the other day and saw the leather daddy smiling at him.

“Hey little one – it is good to have you back. You must be hungry. I got a hot soup for you.

 

Michael nodded insecurely - but when he tried to grab the spoon his hand was trembling so hard, that he was not able to eat.

 

Steven took the spoon out of Michaels hand and started feeding him with a cheeky grin on his face.

 

“Thank you Sir” the boy smiled for the first time and started eating.

 

There was silence between them.

Nothing was spoken.

Steven fed Michael spoon by spoon.

 

Suddenly the door opened and another guy entered the room.

 

It was a handsome hunk and he greeted Michael, but you recognized at once, it wasn’t a warm welcome.

 

“This is Matt…. and I am Steven, but you can call me Sir” the daddy told Michael.

 

“Thank you, Sir…..” answered Michael with a timid little voice,

 

Matt crossed his arms on his chest and observed the strange scenery.

He didn’t approve with Stevens decision, to bring this slut into the house.

In Matt’s opinion it would have been better if the guy was out cold or at least somewhere else.

 

Michael looked at Matt and saw a golden necklace around his neck.

It reminded the pup of something, but he couldn’t put the pieces together.

 

While Steven kept on feeding him with the hot and tasty soup he looked at Matt and saw a nice bulge in front of his jeans.

And he felt a kind of tingling in his ass… or was it just the pain he had endured before?

 

‘I am such a slut’ Michael thought.

 

Matt looked at the boy contemptuously.

In his eyes Michael was nothing but trouble and nothing but a cunt.

 

Funny how both agreed on this term at least…..

8 hours ago, apollobchbttm said:

Oh I was hoping to get them reversed. I have been a really good boy

Aaaaaaw.... that was sweet - and I mean it.

I had an alternative end for this story and as you can imagine, it was not a nice one (for Michael).

What if the leather guy wouldn't have rescued him... obviously the guys would have snuffed him.

Still... on one hand I would like to continue Michael's ordeals, because I think the leather guy might

provide medical care, but there is still danger ahead. He is definitely not a nice guy either.

Oh well... who knows...

 No Risk… No Fun…  (Part 6)

 

 

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I slapped Davis hard to calm him down.

 

“Shut up and stop squirming around”

 

I told my mate to hand me the tooth brush and held it closely to Davis’ face.

He watched hypnotized at the instrument, which should make him bleed and give all the others the comfort of raping him.

 

It was an old and used brush. Another guest forgot it probably in the bath room, or just didn’t want to take the tooth brush with him anymore, since it looked quite shabby.

 

I touched Davis face with the brush. It didn’t hurt him, but still he tried to avoid contact.

 

I drew a line over his cheek and smiled at him.

“What do you think? We will use this to rip your cunt open”

 

“Will it hurt me very much?” he was obviously frightened.

“I won’t lie to you… it is pretty painful, but this way we can enjoy your wet cunt much more later on, do you get it?” I asked him calmly.

“It is necessary for you to get the full impact of our cum into your system” I explained to him.

 

“Believe me, once we’ve finished with you, you will drool for every cock in town to give you another shot of charged up cum and with your looks you will be prime meat…. and we give you enough experience to know your future role as a faggot cum dump for dirty loads…..” I spoke to him soothingly.

 

“So…. we will push you down now and I want you to relax your sphincter. We want to enjoy this moment, so don’t trash around or scream out loud…. you don’t want to make me angry again… do you? I asked him sternly.

 

Davis looked around in panic.

 

“Of course…. if you would use the tooth brush on yourself….” I thought out loudly.

 

“You know your body best. If you put up a good show for us, we might not even fuck your hole” I continued my thinking talking more or less to me.

 

I saw a gleam of hope in the boys’ eyes.

 

“Are you nuts?” one of the guys complained.
“I want to drench his cunt with my lethal injection” he laughed out loudly.

 

I turned around and winked to my companions, then turned back to the lad again.

 

“Believe me. If you use this tooth brush and fuck yourself with it for a while, we will shoot our loads without even touching you.” I smiled.

 

“You must be good though. Just entering with the tip and then hoping for good is not enough. We will instruct you probably, while you are having fun with yourself, but I promise we won’t interact in any other way”

 

“And you won’t rape me after all? You promise?” Davis asked cutely.

 

“If all of us shoot a load within an hour into your mouth, you will be free to go….. I promise” I vowed.

I held the tooth brush still in front of Davis’ eyes.

His hand raised up slowly and with a promising wink he accepted the torture instrument.

 

The guys moved closer to the bed stroking their cocks slowly.

 

The video-cam was stationed on the tripod again.

We pulled the tripod a bit to the side, so that the bed was in good view.

One of the guys stood behind the cam to zoom in from time to time.

 

Davis was still looking at us with fear in his eyes.

He tried to sit up and while staring at us the brush vanished under his body eventually.

 

“This way you won’t be successful in avoiding your rape and the time is ticking” someone advised him.

 

“We could shackle his feet to the bedpost” a buddy suggested.

“This way he would be on his back, with his legs spread widely and chained up to those posts.”

 

“No! I don’t want to be tied up!” the youth exclaimed at once.

 

“Listen…. just comply. I am a man to my word. Make love with this tooth brush and accept our loads in your mouth, then you won’t be harmed any further.” I tried to convince the lad.

 

“Get on your back now…“ I continued.

He looked me into my eyes and slowly moved into a horizontal position.

 

“Get the handcuffs” I hissed.

 

While we helped him to pull up his legs, we tied him up finally.

We were able to see his ass crack slightly open for us.

 

“Now try to find the hot spot – use your other hand to spread your ass cheeks. We need to see what’s going on in order to cum…. just trying to help you lad.” I encouraged him.

 

Davis moved his left hand to get a good grip of one ass cheek. While he pulled it away, we could see his asshole finally.

 

“Good boy…. now use the brush and slowly enter your hole with it…. Don’t pull back…. never pull back until I tell you…..”

 

He sobbed silently while pushing the tip of the tooth brush into his body.

 

He stopped suddenly. I promised him, we wouldn’t interfere but I saw the danger in him pulling out immediately. So I rested my hand calmly on his hand and told him in a comforting voice not to pull out now, but to keep the pressure and push deeper into his cunt.

 

He nodded understandingly and while he pushed the brush deeper into his asshole, I withdrew my helping hand and continued stroking my hard dick.

 

All the guys were slowly jacking off, while they heard the youth whimper and watched him cooperate to our advices.

 

“This is so fucking beautiful” I whispered.

 

“Good job boy, just a little bit deeper… stop now” I ordered him.

 

“How do you feel?” I asked the heavy breathing lad.

 

“I’m scared…” Davis lamented.

 

“No need to baby…. now listen to me…… look onto my eyes cutie… look at me….

Keep the eye contact… now…. *moaned*

Yank the tooth brush out of your fuck hole you son of a bitch…. yank it out!” I shouted out loud.

 

Davis pulled the tooth brush out of his arse in one fast motion and immediately started screaming on top of his lungs.

 

“Aiieeeeeee… AAAIIIIEEEEEE … *sobbed*”

 

Two guys covered the youth’s mouth to mute his alarming sounds.

 

Davis trashed around, but since he was not able to move his legs, he had no choice but to scream about the horrible pain he just endured.

 

He dropped the tooth brush next to his ass but I picked it up for him.

Two other pals on both sides used the situation already and grabbed both hands of the cub and made him stroke their dicks, which he actually did.

 

That was so hot. In the moment of his biggest pain he still functioned as the goddamn faggot he was.

 

I let the guys fool around a bit, but after the first wave of pain faded away, I handed Davis the tooth brush back and praised the lads guts, to fuck himself with this device.

 

“That was a great beginning, but if you want us to cum into your mouth, you better continue to fuck yourself with this!” I exclaimed.

 

I helped Davis, who didn’t seem to be so brave anymore, and led his hand back to his hole.

We wanted to see blood sipping out of his ass cunt profusely.

 

The pub tried to find some sympathy in our eyes. That was the only thing he could see – the slits in our masks revealed how much we enjoyed this despair and pain.

“Push now!” I demanded and with a cry of help he entered his tiny hole a second time, knowing it wouldn’t be the last…

Just another wasted youth (Part 2)

 

 

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“How old are you bitch?” I asked him, while pulling his nipples through his t-shirt.

 

“18” he moaned.

“I turned 18 two days ago”

 

“Aaawwww… and now we seem to be your gift” I smiled.

 

The boy smiles back at me.

 

“Keep yourself dizzy bitch” I encouraged to sniff at the poppers bottle as often as he could.

 

“Enjoy your ride to hell” I stated and my buddies and I laughed loudly while we held this twats body up.

 

“Wouldn’t you enjoy to get fucked by everyone in this darkroom?” I whispered.

 

“Imagine all the cocks getting hard, just because of your cute butt”

“They sure would enjoy pounding your sweet loyal cunt” my mate grunted.

 

“I don’t know” the youth replied.

“You guys got big dicks…. I am horny for big dicks tonight” he replied.

“A true bottom should never refuse a hard cock – not on a night like this” I tried to persuade him.

 

“I love my boyfriend… I don’t want to cheat on him” said the twink who just got his ass fucked by totally strangers.

 

“You are not… tonight your boyfriend isn’t here. You miss him so much, that is why you allowed us to plow your ass….”  I talked to him soothingly.

 

“It is your boyfriends fault. He should have been here with you at your birthday party. But don’t worry about it, no one needs to know, that you are a greedy little ass cunt.”

 

The guy behind the twink had his hands on the youths shoulders and fucked him high speed.

 

“Yeah…. it is all *grunts* his fault. He should have been here with me, instead of working for his company…..oooooh - I got needs” he moaned.

 

“Yeah and let the guys here fulfill your needs just for tonight. Tomorrow your boyfriend will get to love you anyway and you love him, but tonight we are here to please your cunt”

 

“Doesn’t it feel good to have a big cock up your ass, jamming your tight entrance…. give us the chance to make you feel good. Let’s make you the star of this night… let all the guys here fuck your ass…. just so, because you can do it…. and you do it so good baby.” I whispered those words into his ear.

 

“Don’t reject anyone… see every cock as a present for you to set a new world record in getting charged up in one night – don’t be a fool to let this chance pass you by….” I continued to talk him into.

 

“You don’t even have to look at the guys. Just stay here, look at the wall and imagine your ass a deposit for cum. Take another whiff….. Yeah….. imagine you are just a hole to us. Help us to get off…. into your sweet little body.”  

 

“Oooooh fuck…. your cock feels so good…..and maybe I should let you all fuck my pussy – but only tonight” the lad agreed.

 

“Yeah – only for tonight slut” I answered satisfied.

 

“And only with condoms….” he insisted.

 

This was ridiculous. There he was – a totally drunk teen and buzzed up with poppers and still he had the audacity to demand safe fucks?

 

I sighed deeply and looked at our third mate, who would have been the next to fuck this toad.

“Sorry man… then you can’t fuck him with your 12 incher” I winked at him.

 

“Man…. what the fuck….?” he complained.

 

“You know his dick is so huge and thick… he has really problems finding condoms which would fit him.” I explained to our target.

 

He peered at the next cock and seemed to be mesmerized.

 

“Ooooooh *sighs* your cock is fucking beautiful. I have never seen a real dick being so thick and long” he moaned.

 

“And do you see how much he looked forward to demolish your hole? Look at the streams of precum, dripping to the floor already.” I brought his attention to my pals Gono infection.

But he was so swept away, that he really didn’t draw the conclusion or maybe it was simply too dark. He asked instead if he could lick his ‘precum’ away.

 

“Of course” my friend said and while still getting fucked up the ass, the lad bent a little to the side and started sucking his fag beater.

 

After only two minutes he got up again and asked my mate ‘Are you okay?’

 

“I feel great….” my pal replied.

 

“No I mean, are you healthy……?” he mumbled under the influence of the alcohol.

 

“Yeah faggot. Don’t worry I am clean” he lied stealthily.

 

In the meanwhile the second fucker reached his orgasm and ejaculated the second high POZ load flooded the boys’ sewer.

 

“Okay…. then fuck my ass raw.” he whispered.

 

“What?” my mate answered as he was hard of hearing.

 

“FUCK ME RAW” the twink shouted.

 

“Gentlemen…..this twink just turned 18 two days ago and he is willing to accept the gift…. Please…..make sure you make room to those who are willing to share…..” I exclaimed.

 

“You want to get charged up, right?” I asked him loudly.

 

“Yeah man, charge me up with your dicks” he moaned.

 

“I didn’t hear you?” I teased him.

 

“OH FUCK….. GIVE ME YOUR COCKS….. *moans* CHARGE ME UP PLEASE!” he almost cried out.

 

In no time we had a nice crowd of guys gathering around to take part at this spectacle.

 

While our last friend started penetrating the boys’ hole, the twink moaned in pleasure and pain.

12 inch of hard cock meat worked his way up the lads’ ass cunt.

 

“Ooooooh yeah…. this is it….. fuck me…. FUCK….. batter me with your huge dick” he begged.

 

“Don’t worry pups…. I will fuck you hard and give you all I got…..” he snickered.

Virgin POZ Night  (Part 1)

 

 

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I was strolling around my favorite bath house, when a booth awakened my attention.

A note was pinned at the door:

‘Virgin POZ night’ was written in bright red letters.

‘Don’t wake the sleeping beauty’ was added.

 

I heard there was some heavy breathing going on in the booth, but I had the feeling, that only one guy was in it, jacking off.

There was no moaning from another party or so.

 

So after a couple of minutes the door was unlocked and a guy I knew so well left the both, with his pants still open and a hard cock sticking out of it.

 

Next to the door was a little blackboard and he drew a line and then left without even noticing me.

I could see five marks already.

 

‘Nice’ I thought and entered the little booth.

 

A blonde twink was laying with the front of his body downwards a short bench.

I guess he must have been 18 or 19 the most.

He was body was fixed with a strap tightly around his chest and around his lower back. He wouldn’t able to make a move – not an inch, but he was obviously asleep or knocked out more likely. 

His head was hanging down on one side of the bench. On the other side his cunt was leaking some cum.

He had been used for quite a while it seemed.

 

I was drawing a line on his sweat covered back.

 

He shivered…..

 

His hands had been tied to his back. He wouldn’t be able to defend himself, if he would be awake.

 

His body was flawless. Not a single hair could be seen between his ass cheeks.

 

“Beautiful…” I mumbled.

 

I closed the door and locked it behind me.

 

*Click*

“Hmmmm… hm…..” he moaned and shook his head a little bit.

 

“What…. where…. am I” he whispered.

 

I was standing right behind him looking down at this young guy who seemed to regain consciousness.

 

“Hello…. is there…. *sigh* is there someone….?” his voice was so soft.

 

“Hey there” I said with my low voice, not getting myself into his view yet.

 

“Sir… my head is spinning. I can’t move…. where am I” he asked slowly. It seemed like the thoughts he had formed slowly the sentences I heard.

 

I didn’t know what to reply. I was sure he wasn’t suppose to know in which town he was or even that this was a biohazard bath house.

 

“Could you…. please…. help me to get up? he stammered.

While hearing the twinks soft voice I started massaging the lump in my jeans.

 

“Uuuuugh…. I don’t feel good….. *sighs again softly* … my head is spinning” he sniffed.

 

“Well how did you get here?” I asked with a worried tone.

 

“Uuuuhm….I…. hmmmm….. I don’t know” he mumbled.

 

“I just came around by accident and heard you moan – I came to see if everything was alright” I lied to him.

 

“Are my hands tied Sir? I can’t move them…. could you please untie me?”

 

“Someone handcuffed you behind your back….” I described to him.

 

“Hmmmm…. ooooh…. hrmpf….. my ass is hurting so much. What is happening here? Please… can you open the handcuffs, please Sir” he begged.

 

His head was still hanging down. He didn’t have the strength to raise it by himself.

 

I walked around him and stroked him softly his hair.

 

“Well…  I can’t see the keys….” I made some noises like I was looking for a key.

 

Then I grabbed his head and yanked it up violently.

 

I pressed my groin area against his face.

*Oooomph*

 

His head had no chance to escape. I pressed my bulge against his him and he wailed a bit.

 

“Can’t…. breathe….” he moaned in panic.

 

“Open your mouth wide then – I am trying to help you here young man!” I exclaimed.

 

The silly twink did just that and opened his mouth widely only to get more of my bulge into his stupid mouth.

 

He tried to yank himself away, but that way he would just sprain his neck and I knew his pain, especially in the back of his neck would be extreme by now.

 

He expelled his hot breath against my crotch. I could feel him fighting for breath, while I almost dry humped his face through my jeans.

 

Then I moved away from the helpless boy.

 

“No keys here…. no nothing….” I hissed.

 

“Then….*gasps for air* please… do you got a mobile phone?” he asked me.

“Please… call my parents. Tell them to pick me up.” he almost cried by now.

 

“Calm down lad. Everything will be fine.” I tried to reassure him, that everything was alight.

 

I crouched in front of him and he whispered his mom’s mobile phone number. I couldn’t almost understand every digit, but after I repeated I made sure I would safe this number.

 

In expectation that I would call his mother immediately he gathered all his strength and lifted his head up again.

He could only see my body up to my waist and didn’t understand what I was doing.

 

I unbuttoned my jeans slowly and enjoyed to see the terror in his eyes rising.

 

“You really don’t know why you are here, eh” I cackled gleefully.

 

“You are the hole…. A hole for toxic dicks” I explained his fate to him.

“Five guys have already fucked you up and now you will get the sixth viral load up your tight asshole” I smiled.

 

“Wait – let me make a picture for your mom… one before…. and one after I POZ fucked you” I said coldly.

 

“Smile for your parents…. smile for your mom” I grinned…

No Risk… No Fun…  (Part 5)

 

 

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Davis was on the floor, trying to avoid the beating.

I stood above him, with two of my pals and we were swinging our belts and hit his body in every possible spot.

He trashed around, but had no chance to escape the whipping.

 

The scene was filmed by the 4^th guy and he switched between close ups of the welts appearing all over Davis’ body and the scenery from afar. So we could enjoy those minutes again and again later on.

 

We showed no mercy. It was like the warming up before the main event. Our cocks stood out proud and hard, just wishing the rape would start right now.

 

Davis was not screaming at the moment. It was more or less just grunting. He clenched his teeth and almost seemed out of this world.

And again the lad tried to flee from the pain and the violence. He simply fainted on us. We were so in motion, that we didn’t notice it at first.

 

Out of breath we stopped our attack.

 

“You brought us a nice piece of meat” someone said.

 

“Wake him up” I said coldly.

 

Another bucket of cold water was splashed over his head.

 

He gasped for air and looked around disorientated.

 

“No more…” were his first words.

 

“No more…” he repeated again.

 

“No more… beating” I said.

“No more…” I stressed my words and crouched next to him.

 

“Move your body to the bed” I whispered to Davis.

 

“Move your fucking body to the bed and spread your fucking legs so we can start ripping your ass open.” with that I got up again and gave the lad a little nudge with my boots to make him more cooperative.

 

Slowly he crawled to one of the beds, accompanied by our booted feet, showing him the right way.

 

Every muscle in his body was tensed. It was such a great moment, hearing his soft sobbing, realizing he wanted to crawl away from us, but we gave him little kicks, so it would be easier for him to find our love nest.

 

We grinned at each other and jerked our cocks slowly.

 

“Good boy” I teased him

 

Davis looked around scared, when he got onto the bed.

 

“On your back cunt and spread those damn legs” I growled.

 

Davis assumed position, but didn’t look all too happy about it.

 

“Now… Davis… wouldn’t it be nice, if you would repeat the words you used, when you contacted me?” I asked soothingly.

 

“About getting fucked?” he asked timidly.

 

“About everything…” I answered loudly.

“Tell us how you wanted to be raped and your cunt busted.”

 

The 18 year old boy shook his head.

 

“You better tell us…” I warned him.

 

“I… I wanted to be raped. I… I wanted my cunt destroyed *sniffs*  I needed hard cock….” Davis mumbled.

 

“Exactly and now a little bit louder and say it in a way, that we believe it.” I ordered him to tell us the things a second time.

Before that, I told my pals to assemble on the bed, next to our little rape toy and let him stroke our cocks and lick two cockheads, while the 5^th fellow would film this great scene.

Davis looked around, not knowing how to react.

 

While Davis got a zoom up, jacking us off or lick our dickheads we gave him the opportunity to look straight into the cam and tell us his deepest desires.

 

“I…. *sob* I… want to be raped.”

“I am a useless cunt and need to be destroyed”

 

Tears ran down his face while he praised his hole to be torn apart and to be fucked bloodily.

 

“Good cunt…. we will give you, what you were looking for.” and we fist bumped each other, while using insults on the lad.

 

“So let’s get started. You must be delirious already” I laughed cruelly.

 

I went between the guys legs and arranged his legs to be on my shoulder.

Davis tried to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than this helpless little twink.

 

“Someone hand me the lube….” I demanded.

 

It was a lot commotion going on now.

Davis felt my cock nestling against his tiny hole, already probing to gain entrance.

He wasn’t happy about it and tried to push me away.

 

“Lube….” I shouted and tried to get the boy under control.

 

“Erm… nobody brought lube with him apparently.”

 

“We need lube…. oh well, spit and blood will do it also I guess….” I mused.

 

“This will hurt lad, but it will hurt you more, that it will hurt me” I cackled gleefully.

“As soon as you bleed, my cock will glide more easily into your twat. Don’t worry….” I added.

 

“Maybe this will help?” someone said.

 

A guy came out of the bathroom, holding a used toothbrush in his hand.

 

He looked at the men…

They looked at me…

I looked at Davis…

 

“We need to get your hole bloody…” I told him truthfully.

 

Suddenly Davis understood the concept and started wailing…

1 hour ago, ponyboy238 said:

Another thing to bear in mind with the voting system is the limit of 10 per day, I quite often reach this.

True.... true....

wait a second.... if everyone uses his 10 per day limit and only a few 'likes' reach me....

*snarls dangerously*

Hehe.... nah ponyboy238. I know you like my work. Just teasing you.

But you got a valid point here. Sometimes we use the 'likes' for one sentence or so.

For example: "Was last night in the bathhouse and got 14 loads" *bling* like like like like 

or... since we are visual beings: a nice picture of a bottom getting fucked by a big black cock. *bling* like like like like

Then again, this is not a reading circle I guess... still - it is not just about me, it's about other writers or stories also.

But who am I to judge. I still think, it is not too much to ask for some attention and appreciation.

 

 

 

 

3 hours ago, aim2game said:

I honestly dont upvote or downvote posts ever so it is sad to see an author give up just due to votes. Keep writing. Also keep in mind people might upvote your first chapter and not think to upvote the other chapters since they already voted and told you they like it!

Hum.... good point. But unsatisfying for me.

I think it is common, that if you 'create' something, then you enjoy the feedback. It is only natural.

Get rewarded for the work or something like that.

As far as the 'first voting theory' goes.... that slows me down totally. I can't help it, but it is simply so.

And aim2game, I am not giving up due to votes. I wanted to encourage people to use the voting system, or comment system, with the meaning

of 'give and take'.

Just tried to let you know, what slows me down to develop a story. I am sure, there would be other 'writers' who feel similar about it.

I can and I will write a million 'first chapters' - don't worry about that.

4 hours ago, shinelover said:

I do find it hilarious how some guys read the 'Bug Chasing / Gift Giving' section and then complain about the content. Seriously? Don't let it get to you, Scorpion.

If I had to comment on this story in particular, we've just gotten Part 4 and he's barely been penetrated (unless I'm forgetting a part, which is entirely possible).  I would assume that most guys reading really want to get to the 'chasing/gifting' part. That being said, this is your vision so let it play out however you see it. Guys will come back to it -we love your writing!

Greetings to Canada shinelover and thanks for your comment.

Yes, it is not about likes only and I can see the 'hits' on the stories, but still - if there is something like a voting system, in my mind it should be used to acknowledge the

work of the writer.

My intention was to give the people a soft kick, to use that system.

Oh well.... the way I write the stories is the only way I would and could. I am so uninterestd (irl) in vanilla s.e.x.

I can be romantic afterwards, but during the act it might be hurtful to my opposite, but surely is joyful to me.

"... barely even penetrated..." made me smirk.

6 hours ago, Eraioon said:

I guess it is high time to add another perspective in this discussion:

You're stories (often) go too far - in my opinion. It's not easy to know that rape and infection with stds, especially the uncurable HIV, is (no doubt) fetishized on this site and thus will (no doubt) motivate some people in the wrong way. In one of your stories, I think, this concept was applied to a blind twink, which momentarily made me stop reading. This is unsettling. I could as well downvote such posts. Just my opinion.

Thank you Eairoon for your honest opinion. I appreciate that.

Hum. I am aware, that some people do not like the way I tell stories. But this is fiction after all.

I am totally okay, that you don't like the outcome and I am sure you get up, sitting in a cinema, when somebody is kidnapped or anything bad happens.

I do not condone to snatch blind people off the street and to rape them.

It is okay, if people do not like stories, because I am too violent, or whatever reasons they may have... all I said was, those _who_ like it, should show it,

because it is always nice for a 'writer' to know, that the stories are interesting.

 

7 hours ago, Fistcumslut said:

well I've read more other rape story and usually they turn me on because in my mind I 'm the bottom but even if I 'm a true pig born I'm also a sweetheart and my heart broken for Davis when I've read “I bought it for today” he sniffed ,  IMHO a lot of us love to be roughly used but no one love to be betrayed.

I understand that, Fistcumslut.... but then again, bad things happen to good people. And this is fictional in the end. I feel sorry your heart broke because of this sentence....

This is not a romantic story. *sighs*

8 hours ago, aeroboi69 said:

I love always these stories. Must admit I was slack in not hitting the like button sorry. Keep writing please I love it rough, dark and violent 

Thank you aeroboi69,

I am totally aware about the violent aspects of my story, but then - I enjoy as a top being rough and voilent.

Okay - the bttms I meet know about me being not so nice. I tell them before, that they will be black and blue.... but on the other hand - this is the

fiction section.

By the way. You got a nice body, lad.

9 hours ago, mjkuhl said:

We don't all get them read the day they are posted.  Sometimes, it takes a week.  The problem is, they don't all stay on top of the feed.  Comments stay on top.

I know mjkuhl.... still you know, there are different ways to ensure, to find new parts of the story. Follow the story, follow the writer, follow the light...  

You are a sweet puppy. I like you and I mean it.

Damn... I like the Hitch Hiker story lines so much, but I must admit... I am probably too dark in my way to reveal the different final chapters.

But hey.... that's the way I am, the way I enjoy s.e.x.

It wouldn't make sense to continue creating new stories for an audience if I look at the 'likes'

1st Story

Part 1 - 40

Part 2 - 22

 

2nd Story

Part 1 - 9

Part 2 - 8

Part 3 - 10

 

3rd Story

Part 1 - 13

Part 2 - 14

Part 3 - 6

 

Oh well.... probably new chapters.... for my own amusement then.

 

Didn't have the time to finish this story yet.

Recognized a similar decrease of 'likes'

Part 1 - 39

Part 2 - 18

Part 3 - 18

Part 4 - 19 (Yippie)

I will probably finish this story anyway.

Just checked the decrease of 'likes' in this story....

Part 1 - 30

Part 2 - 22

Part 3 - 11

Part 4 - 6

If people stop reading the stuff, or are sort of disappointed with the way the story unfolds... it's hard for me to continue with this storyline.

So.... I might finish it.... But then again, maybe not. Who knows.

 

No Risk… No Fun…  (Part 4)

           

“Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis.

 

He hesitated at first and looked at me worried.

Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying.

He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently.

We could all hear him sob.

 

I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me.

 

“Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone.

 

His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin.

My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans.

My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric.

 

Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf.

He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body.

 

“What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?”

I asked him softly.

 

He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth.

 

“Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said.

 

Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again.

 

Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises.

My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass.

 

The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air.

 

“Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more.

 

Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order.

 

It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs.

His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once.

 

I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap.

 

“Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit.

 

“I bought it for today” he sniffed.

 

“You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered.

 

I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress.

 

It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry.

I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan.

 

“Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered.

 

We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms.

Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches.

 

Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams.

 

“How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out.

 

“Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned.

 

He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis.

The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet.

He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room.

There he tried to be invisible.

 

Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction.

The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly.

 

He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts.

 

Then he felt the first blow….

On ‎12‎.‎06‎.‎2017 at 4:15 PM, elasticmaster said:

God I love your stuff! Just seeing your name at the top gave me instant wood. Welcome back. 

Thx - it is really nice, that my stories have such an impact on you.

What can I say. I like it rough. IRL also.... just my kind of way.

No Risk… No Fun…  (Part 3)

 

We watched Davis’ face, as he pissed himself out of fear and distress.

I kept on choking him and enjoyed the way his body reacted.

He tried to free himself, but then the guy kneeling in front of him simply punched at his crotch area, while he was still letting go of his bladder.

We cheered as Davis howled helplessly.

I bumped my cock against his pissed white jeans. Again and again he felt my hard flesh demanding entrance to his fuck hole.

 

The guy behind the camera loved the sheer brutality and grinned demonically. You could see his eyes being slits only and a pearl of white teeth flashed behind his mask.

You could just imagine his whole face being a diabolic grimace.

 

Maybe I pushed a bit too hard on his windpipe, or maybe it was the situation overall, but all of a sudden Davis lost his consciousness.
He stopped struggeling but kept on pissing into his pants.

 

We laughed loudly and continued filming the scene.

As soon as he stopped wetting himself the guy kneeling in front of him told his buddies to lift each of the victims legs up and spread them real wide.

He wanted to punch the guys balls a few times, while he was still dressed in his white jeans.

 

Davis probably felt the pain, because he was moaning while his balls got additional treatment. Soon he got too heavy for us and so we dropped the body unceremoniously.

 

I knelt over the boy and slapped him into his face a few times.

He was breathing normally, but was just hiding inside – I guess.

We knew how we could help him, getting out of his shell and so we took a bucket of cold water and splashed it on the useless trash.

 

*Zooooosh* and there he was – back again.

Looking up he saw us standing next to him. We were surrounding his young body with our cocks dangling from above. Protrouding out of our jeans – showing we were ready to rip his slut ass apart.

 

He started sobbing again immediately and we let him cry and beg us to stop.

 

“Hush…. hush…. it’s okay to cry. Cry for us…. yeah Baby…. I know….. yeah….”

We were all stroking our cocks slowly to the melody of his weeping.

 

“We should concentrate on his slit. He is only a decent sucker. Let’s gag him, before we shred his ass to pieces” I suggested to my fellow gang rapists.

 

“So one after another gets to charge him up?” one of my mates asked me.

 

“That’s the way it works. Let’s fuck this kid up so bad. Let’s pump our strains into him…” I hollered.

 

The guys cheered and high-fived each others.

 

Davis had no idea, what we were talking about, but he was not interested in a rape anymore. He was so afraid, that all five cocks would actually hardcore fuck him.

He begged us to let him go, but this went unheard. Instead I told him to undress himself.

 

“Strip naked bitch” I hissed.

 

And to stress my seriousness, I kicked him hard into his ribs.

 

“Aeeeooooow” he screamed.

 

“Silence I said…. you can cry all you want, but don’t scream out again, or you will regret it” I told him calmly.

 

“Now strip for us!”

 

Two of us hauled the twink in front of two couches and while the table was moved aside we started some slow music, so Davis could actually be a little more artistic for us - while undressing himself.

 

While four of us enjoyed sitting down and watching Davis strip, I stood nearby with my arms crossed and made sure the pup wouldn’t try to reach the door in a favorable moment.

 

“Move your ass while you strip - you lazy bitch!” I shouted.

 

Jamelia’s  song ‘Stop’ played on the radio and gave this atmosphere something special.

Davis removed his t-shirt slowly and held it in front of his body.

I ripped it away from him and told him to play with his nipples.

 

“Twist your nipples you slut” I said coldly.

“Move your body around and dance while you twist your nipples” another cheered.

A third one said he wanted to see Davis lick his lips slowly while watching them.

 

He started to dance, he licked his lips, but he didn’t dare to play with his tits.

“If you don’t start twisting you nipples now, I will rip them off your chest” I told him sadistically.

 

That was all the help he needed. Sometimes I can be quite convincing.

 

Maybe he thought, licking his lips would rescue him.

 

But we wanted…. More….