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I chose my thin, black jockstrap. I turned around in the mirror and check out my bubble butt, perfectly framed in the straps. From what Marco told me, I probably wasn't going to keep it on for long - but it was better to make a good first impression. I was nervous, but I was also excited as hell. I had basically accepted the fact that I was just an air headed cumdump, and now all I wanted to do was make sure everyone else knew it too. The party tonight would be the first step in my new life. "Come on, boy! Time to go!" Marco shouted from downstairs. I put a t-shirt and some black shorts on and ran barefoot down to the front door. Marco was wearing a cut off T and some black sweatpants. I could just see the outline of his own jockstrap through the fabric. He led me to his brown van and we drove off. "You excited, babe?" "Yeah, I think so." "Don't worry. Once that first load fills you up, you'll beg for more." That got me rock hard. He started rubbing my cock through my shorts and drove with one hand. There was no traffic on this stretch of beach, so i didn't worry. The whole drive lasted fifteen minutes before we pulled up to a dirt park. There were no lights, but there were a few other cars parked and there was the frame of a wooden two-story house up the hill. He parked into a space and opened the door. "The name of the host is Stefan, and he's an old mate of mine. You'll like him." We trudged toward the house, my erection bursting through my jockstrap. "You know anyone else at this party?" "Maybe. A few tops are gonna be there, so I might run into some old fuckbuddies." We went through the wooden frame to an unfinished room. There was a door in the middle of what should have been a staircase. I could here the pumping of some club music and my heart skipped a beat. Marco knocked on the door twice, before it opened, revealing a dark, pink light. We went through, Marco closing it behind me. We went down the stairs, following the music, until we got to a basement - unlike the upstairs, this part was finished, with painted walls and everything, with some black curtains over one of the doors from which we could hear voices, almost drowned out by the beat. There were a few cabinets with doors and Marco told me to undress to my jocks and but everything else in the cabinets - I suppose they were like lockers in a sauna. I stripped and smoothed my jocks, and tried not to look at Marco, who was wearing a black silk, see-through jockstrap that made his body and ass look even more incredible. We went through the curtains and saw the party. There were around a dozen older men, at least late twenties to fourties, different races, all in good shape, sitting on a rough circle of couches. Some were muscular, some were toned and others were stockier, but all of them, I told myself, I wouldn't mind being fucked by. Next to each one there was a younger guy, all of them toned or athletic builds - they can't have been much older or younger than me. At least a couple must have been eighteen. Some of them were stroking the older hunks, but others seemed shy or scared and avoided eye contact. I knew how they felt. We sat down on a couch and chatted to one of the hunks, a muscled asian guy. He complemented me on my ass, and I nodded and stammered a thanks before Marco said we should put on a show. He turned my head towards his and we started making out, and I was only to glad to have the opportunity to caress his muscled body. After a few minutes, the music quietened and the chat stopped, and we looked up. A tall guy with broad shoulders, washboard abs and dirty blonde hair had gotten up - he was in briefs, but it was obvious he had a raging hard-on. Marco whispered that it was Stefan. "Hey boys!" He spoke with a thick European accent. "Glad you could all come! As you know, guys, ah...we are to here to have some fun!” “Here are the rules - most of the boys here are new to the raw fun - we older guys will show you how to do it! But there is a trap - a problem - some of us are a little bit sick - we have a flu. If you are lucky, we may pass it to you! That is the price of the fun.” Marco whispered to me. “It means it’s Russian Roulette. Some boys get a poz load, some walk away. Nobody gets to refuse.” “To make things exciting, if you get…err, have a fun with a sick guy, you will stay with us for a bit longer. We have a special event afterward for the lucky boys!” He started to give the hunks a strip of paper. I saw Marco get one that said “4” on it. Then it was the bottoms turn. I got a “6”. “Okay, boys, find your partner and lets have some fun!” The music started again, a bit softer than before. Everyone got up and started looking for their partners. Once they did, they went to the couch and started making out. I looked round and saw my guy - a well built stud with a military haircut - he was already naked. I walked over and showed him my number. He smiled and pulled be down on the couch. “Are you ready, man?” He had an American accent. “I’m yours.” I said, smiling. We started kissing, and I had a quick peek at what the others were doing. At any other time I would have blown my load just looking at it, but now, it felt the most natural, if incredible thing in the world. A huge stocky black guy was passionately kissing a blond-haired twink, while a hairy, muscled guy with a cropped beard was rimming a fit, latino-looking kid who can’t have been older than eighteen. One of the couples was already fucking - a twin with pursed lips, cropped hair and ear piercings was riding a beefy latino dude, whimpering in ecstasy. I saw Marco playing with a freckled, ginger twink, and Stefan was lubing up a well-built one with black hair. My top tore my jockstrap off and started rimming my hole with my face in the couch. I moaned, more for the showmanship than anything, and started working my ass. He seemed to like that, as he started toughing me harder. Soon, I turned round and started sucking him and getting him hard. He had a fat cock, but not as long as Marco’s. He held my head and grunted, and soon started to thrust in and out my mouth. I gagged and spat a few times, then kept going. The other couples were starting to fuck. The latino dude was bare-fucking his boy hard in to the couch. The latin kid was riding his top, and the black guy was teasing his cock into the blonde, who yelped every time it went in. Soon it was my turn. “You ready for the real thing?” “Yeah…” I stuck my tough out in a way I hoped was suggestive. He grinned and bent me over. After teasing it for a few seconds, he slid it in. If Marco was too big for me, then this American guy was just right for me. My ass took it without any problems, and soon the room was filled with the sound of groaning and wet slapping. He bent over and kissed me a few times, then went right on fucking. I listened to some of the conversations that were going on. I was astonished when I heard the latino top chatting to the hairy guy; “You like fucking my boy, huh?” “Yeah. He’s got a hole like velvet. You fuck it up?” “Huh. Wanted to wait until it was ripe.” He started talking to the latin kid, who was being railroaded by the hairy guy. “I’ve wanted to impregnate my boy for a while, right? Right by the cock you came from, right?” The latin twink yelped feebly. “Fuck, yeah yeah, daddy.” I remembered now, Marco said that a few daddies would be here. The though got me so hard I nearly blew my load then and there. My top wasn’t even looking at anyone else - his eyes were closed in rapture, as his cock tore open my pussy. It put my head back on the couch and blanked my mind as I took it. Everyone changed positions a few times, but eventually, there was release. The black guy roared and his blond bottom cried and yelled, and they both collapsed onto each other. The latin kid moaned and tilted his head back in rapture as his top fucked his cum into him from underneath. The boy with the ear piercings yelled “Fuck!” as the latin top sloppily rammed his load in. “Yeah, oh fuck yeah, I’m gonna shoot…” yelled my top, and he started pushing down on by chest (we were fucking missionary) and I held my head back and yelped unashamedly as a huge torrent of warm liquid filled my bowels. He lend forward and kissed me, but didn’t take it out. For the next few minutes, there was just the sound of whimpering and the hunks quietly congratulating each other and a few pops as dicks pulled out of drenched holes. Then Stefan walked to the centre of the room, his face flushed, his cock dripping. “Okay boys! Who got lucky?” He grinned around the room. My heart stopped. Stupid! I’d forgotten about the rules. I looked round. The first casualty was the latin kid. The hairy top grinned and raised his hand. The kid whirled round, and his look of tired satisfaction turned to devastation. “Oh, fuck, no…” The hunks in the room cheered and congratulated him. Next, the latin top, who seem delighted that his own son had just taken a poz load up the ass, raised his had. The kid with piercings turned round, and suddenly grinned. The two of them kissed as everyone else cheered. Then the black guy raised his hand. The exhausted blond twink looked at him once, then just laid back again, and closed his eyes. Then, my top raised his hand. He still hadn’t pulled out, and I stared at him with a stupid mixture of longing and surprise. I could hear Marco go “Yeah!” over the cheers. Then I just got up and kissed my top on the lips. I ground my ass over his dick and whispers “Thanks.” to him. "Pleasure, baby" he replied. Stefan raised his voice again. “Okay, four lucky boys! Anyone who wants to help with the afterparty can stay - otherwise, very good night!” Once the other twinks and a few of the tops had left, looking dazed (and with lots of cum dribbling down their thighs) the four of us clustered around a couch and the six tops who stayed took turns to fuck us. The latin kid and the blonde looked miserable, but me and the bottom with piercings loved every minute. I didn’t even notice which one fucked me - I just took it, going my best to look and act slutty until I had two loads up my ass, and the others took theirs. The bottom piercings and I jacked off into Stefan's mouth as a 'thank you' and the other two bottoms licked the cum off the floor, the latin dad telling his kid he was going to breed him every day. When we left, we didn't bother getting our cloths back, since we would come back soon enough. Marco drove us home, both of us naked and leaking cum on the seats. Not much left to tell. A month later, I came down with a horrible, painful flu. Marco insisted on fucking me while I had a fever. I hated it, but I didn’t blame him. I knew it was what I was for. I dropped my arts course. Marco pays for my expenses - which are food, so I can stay alive to keep taking loads, and drink, which he lets me have as much as I like. Every week, he whores me out to his friends, either at parties or at home, and he makes sure to dump a load in me at least once a night. Marco says he doesn’t want me to take medication yet - he wants to get it from me, the poz slut that he owns. The End! Hope you enjoyed it!

In the box I was carrying was my papers, all my jockstraps and a few shorts and Ts - that's all he allowed me to bring. I insisted on the papers because of my art course - I did most of it at uni, but still needed them. Marco made it clear that were it up to him, I would drop the course so I could be come his bitch full time. It was two days since we first fucked. When we woke up, it was dark, and Marco made some conditions before I groggily left, as I'd pretty much agreed to be his houseboy offer. He told me to bring the essentials I needed and I would live in the room down the hallway - though he said I would likely be sleeping with him most nights. 'Essentials' basically meant my underwear - he said that was all I need to wear while staying with him - the rest was for the rare times I would go out to the city. Marco, it turned out, loved walking around the house and even outside buck naked - the house was far from any neighbours, and far enough from the beach for him to flaunt his amazing body all he wanted. It was the start of summer, so there was no need for anything else, he said. I was still in a haze. I didn't say anything (mostly because I was scared) but I was terrified I'd gotten POZed by Marco. I still fixated on his 'Don't Know' status. Every time I sneezed, I started to think, this could be it. I would break into a cold sweat - and then a tiny part of me told me it was exactly what I deserved. I would start to get hard. Then I shook myself and pushed it from my filthy mind. I arrived and let myself in. I went upstairs to my room and started to unpack - it only took a few minutes to put the papers on the desk and the jocks in a drawer. Apparently this was the guest bedroom, but there were posters of gay pornstarts on the wall - really beefy ones, the kinds I liked. At least he's trying to keep me in the mood, I thought. Marco appeared in the doorway, with just some jocks on. God, he was hot. "Come on, babe." It was another of Marco's conditions. He would call me by my real name anymore - it was babe if he was being affectionate, slut, whore, pussy, cumdump, etc when he was fucking me. This was probably the one that turned me on the most. "I'm taking you to a party tomorrow, and I want your ass to get some practice." I didn't understand what he meant, but I followed him to his room. Half of me wanted to kick myself for doing this, and the rest of me just wanted his dick pumping into me again. We both stripped and started making out - I took off my t-shirt and shorts clambered on top of him in a red jockstrap and he slid his tounge down my throat. Without pulling away, he took a bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirted it into his hand, and started smearing it into my ass, then into my hole with his fingers. I had showered and cleaned it up, but hadn't douched - I couldn't bring myself to buy one. "You're ass is too tight man. I'm loosen it up for you...turn round." "Um, don't guys like fucking tighter holes?" I asked stupidly, while he lubed his throbbing cock. He laughed, more a quiet bark. "Yeah, I do. But it isn't going to stay like that." He took my shoulders in a powerful grip and slowly pushed it in me. Like before, it hurt, but I could at least take it without yelling. He eased it into me and a minute later he was pounding me, hard and rythmically, and I moaned and groaned with every thrust. I forced his status out of my mind and my cock got rock hard. He started stroking it and I nearly fell into a trance. I felt my whole body flushing, with my ass numbly cramping in pain. After what felt like five minutes of my ass getting railroaded, he pulled out (It felt like I had just taken a huge dump) turned me round to face the head board and put my head on the pillow. He grabbed me by the jocstrap and forced his cock back down my hole, but grinded very slowly. He layed himself on my back. "Let me lay out how tomorrow's going to go for you, while I seed your fucking ("Ow!") pussy." I groaned and put my hands on his ass as he kept grinding. "We're going to go to a wood construction site near the beach. It's supposed to be a house, but they ran out of money a few years ago. One of my mates bought the rights to it and built a few rooms downstairs. Every one in a while, guys like me bring a few hot asses down there for some fun." I nodded. I didn't have breath to do much else. "Tomorrow night, boy, we got something amazing. We got some boys, some older, most of them younger than you, most of them new to breeding, like you are. Some are coming with their daddies - and I mean literally, their daddies. There are going to be lots of tops too. Some of them have a positive attitude, get it?" It meant they were Poz. I gasped in fright. My cock got a little harder. 'We're going to play a few games with you boys, okay? Some are going to leave there with a few gifts in their asses. It's gonna be chance. Sounds fun huh?" I wanted to tell him it was sick. I also wanted to thank him from the bottom of my heart. But I'd found an opener to the quetion I was dying to ask. "But I thought you pozzed me already?" I gasped through thrusts. "I don't know. Maybe I did, slut. I've fucked a lot of holes in the last few years, so I don't know what I've got, but my mates like to keep track." He squeezed on of my nipples. "I'm just making sure." I fought with myself. I desperately wanted that hot seed in my ass. I also wanted to run away. Marco started groaning, and my mind was made up. "You want that load, babe?" "Fuck, yeah..." He spread his legs, and pushed his arms on my shoulders and started to pounce up and down my ass. I groaned and yelped every time he came down on me. Maybe I'd regret it, but right there and then, I resolved that I would drop out of uni and let Marco breed me all day and whore me out to his gift-giving friends. My secret dirty, fantasy come to life. I didn't want to paint flowers any more, I wanted to spend it getting my hole wreaked. "Oh, fuck, YEAH...!" Marco collapsed on me, and squeezed my chest, and I could feel a stream of something warm flood my hole. He stayed on top of me for nearly fifteen minutes, before climbing off the bed. I just lay there like an idiot, gazing at nothing. "Take a shower, babe. I want you clean tomorrow." End of Part 2.

This is a story I've wanted to share for a while. I am 21, a slim Aussie, with long dark hair and slightly exotic looks. I’m also a coward. I knew I loved taking it raw, but I was too scared to go ahead with it. I’d often plan shit on BBRT with me being the cumslut, taking random loads from dozens of guys, but always chickened out. I’d only taken it raw once, and it was the most amazing moment of my sex life, but I knew I would always want more. I was horny and trolling the web for hookups when this guy messaged me on BBRT. He was 32, a top, slightly hairy, dark-skinned Aussie. His HIV status was Don’t Care. From his pics, he was ripped, with tats round his massive arms, and his cock was thick. He said he like my profile pic, which was of my ass. I replied nervously that he was good looking. He asked me all sorts of shit about where I was and how I liked it - like a horny little slut I answered every question truthfully. He eventually made me an amazing offer - I could be his housemate, all expenses paid, and he would look after me - on the condition that he could own me. As his own little house bitch. I said I needed time to think about it - I was a part time art student and I defiantly liked the sound of saving up cash on rent - but I thought about his profile again. Don’t Care. I also thought about all those nightmare hookup scenarios you hear about on the web. But the thought of missing out on those abs and that cock was unthinkable. So after a few days I said I would like to meet up in person, at his house first. To my surprise, he agreed. I dressed in a loose singlet and swimming shorts and got a taxi to his place - a two story house, near the beach.I couldn’t help but check out the surfers that were going past. My heart was in my throat as I rang the doorbell. He answered in a green wifebeater and black running shorts. I could make out his hot body easily enough. He had a slight stubble on his dark chin. My ass clenched at the sight. “Hey, mate! How are you?” he asked. “I’m…good.” I said, stupidly. “I’m Jake…from…” “That’s cool. My name’s Marco. Wanna check it out?” He showed me round the flat, and was for all the world like a real estate agent, pointing out all the details and problems in the house. It wasn’t until we were back down in the dining room when he said “…and all yours, if you let me seed that hot ass.” Marco was so forthright, I couldn’t believe it, my mouth wanted to scream “Yes!” but I stopped myself. “Errm, but I saw on your profile that your HIV status was Don’t Care.” “What about it?” “Well…I’m neg.” “Yeah. So?” I was speechless, but Marco moved towards me, and suddenly grabbed my hips, his face right up to mine. “I’ve been checking out that hot ass for the whole time. I need to fuck it, mate, and I need to fuck it hard. Can you think of any good reason to say no to that?” I didn’t answer, if only because he was caressing my jaw. “Little cumdump like you doesn’t know what he wants. Follow me and I’ll show you.” With that Marco pulled me up the stairs to his bedroom. I was too horny and dumb to resist. Arriving at his bedroom, Marco he threw off his wifebeater and shorts and lay on the bed saying simply “Strip, boy. I’m gonna give you four minutes to get that cock lubed up.” I took off my singlet and started sucking, more out of fear than anything else. His cock quickly got rock hard. I was always a good sucker, and soon he started moaning, and to be honest, I somewhat hoped if I got him to shoot now, it wouldn’t be so bad. But it wasn't to go that way. Instead Marco extracted himself from my grasp and said “Yeah, times up boy.” He move forward and threw me onto the bed, and tore my shorts off. He forced me down and started to lick my ass. Since I had gone to this guy’s house faintly expecting a sexual encounter, I had worn my jockstrap underneath. He caressed the band will roughly toughing my asshole, and I moaned. I felt like such a little bitch. He brought my head up and kissed me from the side, his pelvis resting on my ass, which was almost twitching across his cock. I was scared, but I wanted it so bad. “Want me to seed that ass? Want me to seal the deal?,” Marco asked. “Yeah.…” He pushed be forward and forced my stomach on the bed, then he grabbed my waist, and positioned his cock. I tried to spread my legs before he started to enter me. The next four minutes were probably the most painful of my life. He didn’t care about how I felt - he pounded me like a machine. He whispered sleazy shit into my ear, saying how I was put on Earth to have my ass bred by him and that he was going to own me. I grunted and whimpered, to scared to say stop, to horny to want to. It was just the sound of wet slapping, with me gasping and moaning and him talking shit to me. Then it felt better - my ass loosened, and it started to get less sore. I knew my tight hole had probably been wreck and infected, but I really didn’t care - I was loving getting used just like I had always wanted. He suddenly pulled out with a light plop and threw me on my back, he leaned forward to kiss me and started fucking me again. I caressed his muscular body and he gripped my jockstrap and forced my sore ass closer. We fucked what must have been thirty minutes, when I was now in part hernia, part ecstasy. He slowed down and asked me “Do you want it?” I didn’t even hesitate. “Fucking knock me up!”. I was almost proud of myself. He turned me over on all fours and started pounding me like his life depended on it. Eventually, he gave a long, load, groan and trust his cock in me hard. I could feel some warmth in my hole, but I was too sore to feel much. Then he pulled out and liquid ran down my legs. It felt so good. “Fuck. You like that, boy?” “Yeah! Oh my God…” “You’re mine, bitch. You know that right?” “Yeah, anything.” We kissed and we fell asleep, his cock half in my ass. End of part 1.