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On 5/2/2024 at 2:17 PM, SEPitt said:

Hi, I love the taste of cum myself. The best cum I have ever tasted was from an Asian gentlemen. I think it may be the type of food he eats. Nothing like a good Chinese meal. Any Asian folks out there want to take me to dinner?

loving this view...fantasy is me on the left

4 hours ago, Willing said:

Fuck yeah feed me😵

me next please

4 hours ago, Willing said:

Any cum is good flavor 💋

oooooh yeeees.

4 hours ago, Can454674 said:

16 in Scouts 

hot...love sucking cock

if someone in the new york is looking please let me know

On 11/25/2022 at 1:17 AM, ErosWired said:

This is where I think you misunderstand. I can’t disagree with a lot of your post, because it factually describes the nature of my sexual interaction with other men. But there are two points that make an assumption. The first is where you say some men are just born to be used and ‘trashed’ by men who love fucking trash. Yes, I do believe that the sexual role I was always meant to play is to serve any man, including men who might see me as disposable. But it’s only your perception that that makes me trashy - it’s not a universal truth, and just because someone else judges me that way doesn’t mean I see myself that way. I’m not trash, no matter who fucks me. Christian scripture tells us that it is not what is done to a man that degrades him, but rather what he does to others.

Second, the first part of the excerpt above is undeniably true of me. But I do have pride and self-respect that isn’t dependent on what other people think of my sexuality; being unashamed of my actions is not the same as having no shame, and the fact that my policy is one of non-exclusion doesn’t mean I have no standards.

 I’m not a piece of trash. No human being is. I’m a service bottom, trained to provide the best quality experience to Tops that I can, because every man has the right to an excellent fuck. I’m proud to be someone who offers that. I’m proud that men I don’t know and have never actually seen send me messages from cities hours away wanting to know when my hole will be back for them to fuck again. Some of them may be the kind of men who just enjoy me because they like using me as a trashy piece of ass - I have no idea, and it doesn’t matter. I do my duty and I do it well and proudly. If a man’s fantasy is that he’s degrading me, I can seem to be degraded, because my job is to please him - but I don’t have to accept his fantasy as my reality.

 I can agree with you pretty much completely about what I do…but disagree completely about what I am.

re the closing....i can align...and proud to be a fuck hole, cum dump, cock sucking faggot, or any other adjective that makes a strangers cock hard for my holes

Anyone in nyc area know of bathhouses open?

1 hour ago, BlueSaphir said:

I live an hour and half away from LA. I live in the suburbs north of LA. 
my city is not big on scene. Everyone is DL and majority are pressured to be with a girl. 
 

I wish I lived in LA. More choices and men are more open. 

new york generally has lots of guys to access, the trick is getting to show up when they say. while many do, mant more don't and that's a bummer.

On 8/16/2021 at 12:15 AM, sexylilwhtboi said:

Hell yes! Please continue.

agree w you.

21 hours ago, Madbugger said:

Some of my favorite fucks have been with overweight and mediocre looking guys.  Real pigs rarely look like models and pretty boys have big egos. Same goes with older guys. Plus they are more grateful and satisfied 

agree with that....also the regular (my catch all for your notes above) guys have a quiet and magnetic confidence which urges me to subit and be used by them.....

love reading these replies.....it's a wonder i'm not a prostitute....

i think i am getting  high just reading....

this is a hot and wild ride...a familiar place for me

2 minutes ago, Perv4seed said:

Exactly, it PROVES we're after ALL loads, not just those from folks in the swimsuit commercials. 

am allergic to guys in swimsuit commercials..lol....maybe not all

On 3/3/2024 at 4:08 PM, badjujuboy said:

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 

“Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area.  

Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. 

“Can I help you?” 

I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath...  

“Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.”  

I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. 

“You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. 

Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... 

 All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” 

I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... 

“Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor.  

I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand.  

“You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” 

Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. 

“Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” 

Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. 

“10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” 

Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” 

“My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” 

“Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. 

 “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... 

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It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. 

“Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.”  

I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it.  

“Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. 

“Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” 

“Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. 

I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. 

“Bry... look at me.” 

Continuing to look forward, he remained silent.  

“We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” 

Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. 

“Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” 

Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder.  

“Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip.  

I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. 

“Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” 

“Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. 

I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... 

Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...”  

“Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. 

“Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. 

He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock.  

“Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing.  

“Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. 

I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock.  

“Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me.  

With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time.  

“Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head.  

I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. 

“Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. 

Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. 

Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face.  

“How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. 

“Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... 

Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. 

“Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. 

“Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” 

All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us.  

“Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” 

Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door.  

“Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. 

The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. 

“Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” 

“Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. 

“If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. 

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“So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word.  

I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in.  

I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled.  

“Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” 

I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in.  

“Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink.  

“Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. 

Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. 

“Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” 

Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. 

“UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. 

“Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. 

“Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. 

“Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.”  

Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. 

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Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym.  

On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change.  

Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. 

“Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls.  

Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. 

Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. 

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain.  

Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off.  

Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. 

“Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. 

All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike.  

“Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there.  

“Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” 

I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt.  

“Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” 

Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. 

“10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. 

"OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.”  

Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders.  

“Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” 

I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... 

“Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?”  

Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” 

“Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” 

“Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. 

“Alright boy, finish your drink now.”  

Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me.  

“Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” 

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. 

“That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” 

“Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying...  

I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there.  

“Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. 

“Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. 

Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. 

“10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. 

“How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” 

“Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” 

“Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.”  

“Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. 

Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention.  

“Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.”  

“Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” 

I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. 

“I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” 

I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... 

“Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer.  

I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch.  

“Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. 

“Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” 

“You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” 

“Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. 

“Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” 

I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. 

“That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. 

“Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. 

“Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. 

Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man.  

Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...”  

“Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. 

“Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” 

I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock.  

“Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. 

“You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body.  

“Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. 

“Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. 

“Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. 

I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. 

“Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. 

Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. 

“Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. 

“You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” 

I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. 

“Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. 

Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. 

“Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again.  

This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... 

“That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. 

I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth.  

“No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” 

Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... 

“Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” 

Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. 

I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. 

“That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” 

Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. 

“Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.”  

Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan.   

“Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. 

“You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” 

Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. 

“Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. 

Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... 

“Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... 

He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. 

“Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” 

Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right.  

“10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. 

I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it.  

“Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. 

My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. 

“Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall.  

I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... 

“Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” 

“That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe.  

“Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. 

“That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” 

“Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. 

I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... 

“Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten.  

“Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment.  

The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... 

“Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body.  

At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper.  

“That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” 

I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... 

“Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. 

That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock...  

“Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” 

“Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” 

Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. 

I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. 

“FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. 

With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on.  

“Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. 

I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more...  I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart.  

“GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. 

We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him.  

“Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it.  

“Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” 

Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left.  

“Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. 

I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... 

“You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” 

Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

i'm living this story

9 minutes ago, RawVersGuyNYC said:

Cock is cock.  Gotta get that seed.  I do love when a nasty fucker is mounted on me and a hot guy looks on with disgust though.  

i love that too.....i liker fucking w the observers head

On 3/9/2024 at 3:24 AM, cumfillthishole said:

Chapter 1 – She Set It All Up

Ethan sat on the couch nervous. His girlfriend had brought him to her "special friend" that made amateur porn. She had convinced Ethan to come make a porn video. He knew her special friend was code for dealer and Ethan was ready to start hanging in the clouds with his girl. Jake, the special friend walked up to Ethan.

J: Hey man, I heard your girl wants you to be in one of our little videos?

E: Hell yeah, been thinking about it all week. Anna said not to worry, that you'd help us out with some favors to calm the nerves.

J: Oh yes, it's all part of the deal. You're gonna love my shit. Here try it out.

Jake pulls out a prepacked pipe and lighter and hands them to Ethan.

J: Go ahead and finish that off and I’ll go find Anna.

Ethan lit up the pipe and started to blow his own cloud city. Hit after hit. He was never one to keep a slow steady pace with his T. He was feeling good. He felt like he was the luckiest man alive. He had just turned 18 and thought he was the shit right now. He was getting high for free, was gonna be able to fuck his girlfriend, and get paid. Anna had really sold him on the idea. He took another huge hit and thought to himself the huge bowl was neverending.

J: Hey Ethan, Anna is gonna be a bit. She is in the girls room getting herself ready. Here, you must be thirsty.

Jake hands Ethan a bottle of Gatorade and he proceeds to gulp about half the bottle. Jake gestures to Ethan to hand over the pipe. Jakes refills the pipe with a huge shard and takes 2 hits before passing it back to Ethan. He starts hitting the pipe again. Ethan loved the chemical taste of the shit this guy was packing with. Ethan couldn’t help himself and just hit and hit until the bowl was finished.

J: Ethan, I feel awkward asking this, you know, dude to dude. But did you two follow all the instructions Anna gave you? Even the weird ones?

E: Yeah, even the weird one. Anna said she didn’t wanna do any butt stuff and would only due it if I cleaned out too. Something about knowing how it feels. 2 enemas later and we agreed anal was back on the table. Plus she said we should be really clean incase you wanted any close ups from behind. I don’t know why you’d have to get that close to my ass but Anna says its for the close up shots.

Ethan smiles up at Jake and shows off his glazed over grey eyes. Jake tells himself he is almost ready and smiles back at Ethan.

J: Good, yes that is an awkward one but really important. Oh and I have these for you for inspiration. Nothing worse than a dead dick in front of the camera.

Jake hands Ethan some pills. Some he recognizes and some he does not. Ethan downs them without giving it a second thought.

J: It gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Please make yourself comfortable while we wait. Take your shirt off and get comfy. Enjoy the vibe of my place. We can always film the beginning sequence later.

Ethan zones in enough to realize there is a girl, maybe 2, moaning from the other room. He kicks off his shoes and removes his button up shirt and throws them on the side of the couch. Sitting back down on the couch, he starts rubbing his growing dick. Jake disappears again and Ethan is left alone and chugs down the rest of his (g) drink. He slowly sinks into the couch and starts to space out. He hears to moaning in the background and is now rubbing the full length of his dick in his jeans. His vision goes dimmer and dimmer. He barely makes out a figure coming up to him and pulling his tank shirt over his head before he blacks out.

 

 

Chapter 2 – Passed out prize

Anna pokes her head in the play room and sees Jake already has Ethan in his swing. Anna thought, just on time like always. She walks over and asks if he needed help with the cameras but Jake says everything is already set up and rolling. She helps Jake pull Ethans jeans off. There Ethan just laid there in nothing but his boxers.

A: Should I do the honors?

J: Oh no, I got this.

Jake uses his fingers to open the gap in Ethan’s boxers and rips them apart at the inseam. As he bunches up the rags of underwear, he looks down at his naked twink prize. Everything about the boy was making his dick grow. Jake hands Anna her a roll of bills and a sizable baggie filled with T.

J: Ok girl, go ahead and get spun and fuck your real man in the other room.  The boy is mine.

Anna leaves the room and Jake disrobes revealing his toned body and his 8 inch fuck stick standing straight out. He spends some time to transform his passed out would-be man into the fuck boy he would become. He took a razor and shaved off what little body hair Ethan had at 18 years. Shaved away was the dusting of hair on his legs, underarms, the light patch on his chest between his nipples, his laughable happy trail, and small bush around Ethan’s hard dick.

He admires his work, his smooth fuck boy with white as snow body with no tan lines. It was like the boy never played in the sun. Jake licked his lips in anticipation. He zeroed in Ethan’s foreskin and reached down to rub it, just at the tip. He jerked Ethan off a few strokes to get him firm. Jake pulled out a ruler and measured the play thing. The fuck boy was packing a thick 5.5 inch uncut dick. He was so hard that his dick was straight up reaching for his belly button. Already he had a small wet spot where his tip pressed against his tummy. His precum glistened in the light.

Jake looked down at his fuck boy and thought he looked like a little angel. He chuckled knowing he’d be a little whore demon soon enough. He just needed to help wake the fuck boy up. Jake brabbed Ethan’s legs and places them in the stirrups properly and then the arms tied to the swing. He moved between Ethan’s legs grabbed a cam and showed a close up of his virgin hole. So relaxed, so unattended. Jake licked his finger and put it against his opening. Rotating motion from his finger helped the opening pucker then relax. Unable to take it any longer, Jake held the cam as he inched his face closer to the rose bud. He sticks out his tongue and licks the forbidden hole. It quivers and then relaxes, the tongue slides in a bit. Repeat, slides in further, until finally he is eating Ethan out.

The hole is relaxed a bit now. Jake grabs his special lube prespiked with T. Not wanting to get ahead of himself, Jake puts some of the lube on the fuck hole and pushes it in with his pinky. Ethan lets out a meek sound. He opens a baggie and picks a small shard and places it against his hole and pushed in with the lubed pinky. More meeks sounds Jake leaves his pinky in and can feel Ethan’s body squeazing slightly. Once it stops, he pulls his pinky out and wipes it on his snow white ass cheek.

Jake pulls out a selection of dildos and picks the thinnest one. It’s about the thickness of a regular sharpy. He replaces it with another thin dildo, this one the size of a thick sharpy marker. He works the boy hole open until the dildo he is using is the size Ethan’s own dick; leaving it in his ass for now.

Ethan was starting to show sign of slight movement and waking. Jake stands goes to Ethan’s side. He kneels down and kisses the boy lightly; flicking the lips with his tongue. The breathing gets heavier. Jake grabs Ethan by the hair and whispers in his ear

J: Come on. Wake up fuck boy. Your future awaits you.

Jake releases Ethan’s hair and goes down to suck on Ethans dime sized nipple. He moves on to the further nipple and lightly nibbles on it while reaching down to the boy’s leaking head. With some on his thumb, he steps back and rubs the precum on Ethan’s lips and then kisses him again. Again, reaching between the boys legs, this time he lightly plays with his balls and continuous to make out.

 

 

Chapter 3 – Wakey Wakey

Ethan is starting to come to. He is instinctually starting to kiss back. Ethan is coming to but the more he comes to, the more his head is spinning. He is on sensory overload and horny as hell. Nothing is making sense why is he laying down? Well, kinda laying own but not quite. Why can he feel a breeze on his chest?

Before Ethan can come out of his fog, Jake pulls out a loaded pipe and torch and holds it up to Ethan’s mouth and instructs him to breath in the clouds while he holds it for him. Ethan just breaths in and blows out clouds. Breaths in and blows out clouds. Soon a whole bowl is torched and it was the good shit. Ethan is in heaven. The chem taste was driving his mouth wild and he clatters his teeth.

J: Nothing but the good stuff for my star of the night.

Ethan tries to look around him and focus but his eyes are finding it hard to focus.

E: Where is Anna? I don’t see her here.

J: Oh she was here. She left us because you couldn’t get it up. She was quite distraught. But that’s okay. We agreed to go with plan B.

Jake once again bends down to a dime sized nipple and flicks it with his tongue and then engulfs it in his mouth. Ethan moans and closes his eyes. When he opens them he starts to gain a bit of focus.

E: What the fuck is going on here?

Ethan tries to move his arms but finds they are tied to the sling. He tries to move his left leg and then his right. Both tied to the sling.

J: We had to go with a different plan since you couldn’t get it up for the girl. But that’s okay, you seem to really like plan B.

Jake touches the boys belly button and slowly runs his finger from belly button to where his pubes used to be, along this hard shaft and finally his balls and taint. He then pulls the dildo that had been in his ass out a bit and then pushes it in. Ethan yelps with the realization that he had something up his ass, feeling it for the first time. The boy tries to break free of his sling but to no avail.

E: please stop! Please take it out! I’m not gay! I’m not gay!

J: Yeah, me neither. I just like to have a little fun sometimes. And it looks like you do too.

Jake reaches down and squeezes the boys hard dick. He releases it and it smacks below his belly button. This confuses Ethan. Why was he hard? Why was he naked? Why was he missing his pubes and other body hair? Before the boy could vocalize any questions out loud, Jake goes down to the boys dick and takes it all the way in his mouth. The boy is in shock. He was sure he wanted out of this situation but he was making his dick feel soooo good. A man. A man was making him feel good.

It's at this time that Ethan hears moans coming from the walls. They were there before but he couldn’t make out what they were until now.

E: What…? Who …?

That is all he can get out before Jake interrupts.

J: On that is your girlfriend. She is getting with a bulldozer right now. Since you weren’t man enough to bone her. Not man enough…but that’s okay, you are boy bitch enough for me. That’s why you are so smooth. You’re not worthy of looking like a man naked. And that hard little dick is proof that you are just a boy.

Ethan looked down at his tied up body. He was smoothed out like before puberty. He was right, Ethan said to himself that he was a boy.

J: That’s okay fuck boy, I can get you to out moan that bitch.

He kneels down between the boys legs and pulls out the dildo. Ethan sighs as it pops out. The man steps up and starts to eat his boy hole. Ethan throws his head back and lets out a loud bitch moan. He eats the boy hole for what feels like forever until Jake stops and says “break time”.

Jake leaves the room and brings back a bottle of water and assists his captive to drink from the bottle. Jake goes and reloads the pipe and takes a big hit and then another. He walks up to the boy and offers. Like a good chem whore, the boy says yes without thinking. Jake pulls out the torch again and lights the bowl for the boy. The biggest cloud of the night so far escapes the boys lungs. He is urged to take another by Jake and another the same size blows out.

J: Okay this time take the hit and hold it. Blow it out when I say, okay?

Jake lights it and the boy breaths it in. Jake walks up to the boys head and lines his dick up with his mouth.

J: Open up and blow that on me. Do it fag!

The boys obeys and as soon as he opens his mouth, the man pushes half his dick in his mouth, blowing the smoke on the man’s dick.

J: Again!

The boy obeys and takes the hit and then takes the dick in his mouth and blows out. Jake reaches down and jerks the boys off while he is blowing the cloud out. The boy is lost in the good feeling and closes his mouth around the dick. He starts his first blowjob. Jake is able to work most but not all of his 8 inches in the boys mouth. He fucks that and slobber is going all over the boys mouth and face.

J: See, you’re a natural cock sucker. Now, lets see if you like it up your ass.

Jake goes back between the boys legs. He lubes up the same dildo and pushes it back in his ass.

E: Noooo, not that. Please stop! I’m not gay! It’s too big!

J: (Laughs obnoxiously) Are you fucking serious? That thing is the size of your tiny cock. That thing couldn’t get any girl off. Lucky for you, you are a boy. And boys have a special button in their ass that they love to get rubbed against. Lucky for you, your tiny dick will still reach your button. We just need to help it out. It will be the best orgasm you have ever had. You want that right? I can help you with that if you stop being a fucking bitch and let me work.

E: I… want…so horny. … I’m not gay. Please … cum…

J: That’s all I needed to hear.

 

 

Chapter 4 – A Better Idea

The man pulls out the dildo from the boy’s ass and dips it in a baggy of crushed T powder. He lubes up the hole with his finger and then pushes the dildo back in. Ethan’s ass is warm and he doesn’t know what to do. He begins to worry but is calmed by his new Man rubbing his balls.

J: See, that feels better now, right?

E: Yeah, not that bad.

The boy starts to moan as his captor pushes and pulls the dildo in and out. When he thinks he is used to it, he replaces the toy with a slightly bigger toy. Again with the dust and again with the light burning. Again with the moaning.

Finally the moment the Man was working the boy up to. He pulls out the toy with a pop. The boy moans disappointedly.

J: Don’t worry. I’m just gonna refill the pipe. Oh wait, I have a better idea. Just for you baby.

Jake grabs something and stands between the boy’s legs. He pulls out a good sized shard (0.4g or 0.5g) from his bag and pushes it in the boy with his finger. It gets pushed as far in with his finger as he could get before the boys clenched down on the finger.

J: Don’t be suck a tease. You can take this.

He waves his hard cock around just too low for the boy to see. Jake laughs to himself as he steps up and lines his dick up with the boy hole. He spits down 3 times and lubes his head and shaft.

J: Okay, I’m gonna use the toy again to push the stuff further in. Look at me. Look into my eyes.

The boy looked back with glazed over eyes. They were like mirrors that he saw himself in. Jake smiled as his dick touched the hole. The boy still had no idea.The man waited for the boy to stop clenching and relax. The second he felt the hole relax, he pushed himself into the virgin hole. The boy screamed and bucked. The boy felt like his ass was on fire and he was being impaled on a pike.

The Man just grabbed his boy by the hips and pulled him onto his dick until all 8 inches slide in. He was balls deep in the boy. The once virgin boy. The had already placed his ripped boxers along the sling and reached for them. He shoved them into the boys mouth.

J: You feel that? Stop crying and answer me. Can you feel that whole thing in you boy?

Ethan mumbled with the boxers in his mouth. Tears running down his cheeks. He nodded his head.

J: You like that dick in you huh boy? That real man dick.

Ethan just stared, not getting what he was saying. Until a moment of clarity. He had said dick, not toy. The boy’s eyes grew wider (as if that were possible) and bulged. He mumbled incoherently and nodded his head from side to side. His eyes pleaded with his captor but they were met with a bellowing laugh. Jake pulled his dick almost entirely out and then slammed it back into the smooth twink. He did this 3 times before slowing down and giving the poor boy the slow fuck he needed for his first time.

In no time at all, the fuck boy was moaning just as loud as his forgotten girlfriend in the background. Everytime Jakes big dick ran against his special button, the boy’s dick would bounce up and down. The boy was allowed to spit out his saliva drenched undies and was having his mouth tongued down while getting plowed.

The man pulled out and walked around to the other side of the boy. He released the arm restraints and the boy immediately started to orally serve his host. The Man grew impatient and walked back around to the boy’s hole and started slow fucking him again. With his arms free now, the boy was able to jerk off during this ecstasy and shot his load. It landed on his face and lips. He instinctually licked up all he could from his lips and hand.

This was what the Man was waiting for. With the first shot fired, he goes back to piston fucking the boy. After a few minutes, the boy says he has to cum again. They look down at the boys soft dick and watch as cum drizzles from his foreskin. A puddle of cum layed where his pubes used to be.The Man keeps power driving his meat for another minute before slamming his balls into the boy and shooting ropes of cum inside his ass.

The man points out the cams around the boy. They look right into one. The boy tears up with the realization of what he just did.

J: See, the cams love you. My new fuck boy.

Jake slaps the boys creamy white ass and laughs obnoxiously again. 

J: If you think that was fun, Just wait for your first slam.

 

i'm totally ethan here

57 minutes ago, BroHole said:

I woke up to the warm, sticky sensation of his cum slowly leaking out of my asshole. The tang of it reminded me of the sweet, earthy flavor of freshly turned soil after spring rain. My body was sore and achy in the best possible way as if I had just gone for a run in the nude through a field of wildflowers. I smiled to myself, savoring the memories of the night before.

It all started when I was out at the bar with some friends. I had been eyeing him across the room for a while, admiring his tall, broad frame and the way he moved. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that hugged his muscular chest and showed off his defined abs, and a pair of worn-in jeans that fit his long, muscular legs like a glove. Something about him exuded an air of confidence and dominance that made me feel weak in the knees.

As the night wore on, I summoned the courage to approach him. We struck up a conversation, and it turned out we had a lot in common. He told me he was an artist, and I was instantly drawn to his passion and creativity. Before I knew it, we were leaving the bar together, him leading me by the hand through the bustling streets. He lived in a modest, but cozy apartment just a few blocks away, and as we walked inside, I couldn't help but notice the way his dong swayed gently beneath his jeans. It was long and thick, and I found myself growing increasingly aroused by the sight of it.

He offered me a drink, and we sat down on his comfortable, worn-in couch. As we talked, my eyes drifted down to his lap, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I couldn't take my eyes off of his dick, and before long, my pants had grown uncomfortably tight. It was then that he must have sensed my desire because he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Do you want to see something special?" I nodded eagerly, my heart racing with anticipation

please continue....this story could be about me ....and many others here !!

can give and receive for hours......wanting to stink of a man holes all over my face

On 7/19/2022 at 11:00 PM, JacksonSpade said:

Love being rimmed!

would love havipng my tongue in there

21 hours ago, Perv4seed said:

I've taken some really great breedings from guys who aren't 'conventionally' attractive. Get those loads, that's the goal, we're not having a beauty contest later

i think an even deeper turn on submitting to guys like this

7 hours ago, JamesL100 said:

You don't know in a darkroom 😎 

i don't care as long as they as diry pigs, turning this faggot out deeper into submission

i could that kind of action right now.....fucking hot

hot fucking story....thank you

11 hours ago, Atnrave said:

I discuss it to be honest. I tell them my status and if the other isn't into it and runs, I assume they'd been a shit fuck...but in a weird way I like being refused sometimes. If the other is neg and into fucking a poz guy like myself, that also turns me on as well. I like hooking up with the risk takers as I was once one myself.

i have found being refused makes me feel dirtier and sluttier...