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I used to love to make a piss cocktail. Vodka and piss over ice. Try it! I was introduced to it by a Master. Made me think of him whenever I drank it.

Absolutely! Especially if I'm forced to. Being made to piss myself in public, and telling the top while I'm doing it, so hot.

I love diaper play. It is so unbelievably hot to be forced to go out in public wearing one. Being made to drink lots before going to a movie, then having no choice but to let it go, telling the top as I'm doing it. Or being in a straight bar, pissing myself while surrounded by hot, straight guys, none of them knowing a pig is right next to them.

One man's troll is another man's Prince Charming. There have been many people throughout my life who thought I was ugly. There are also many people who thought I was hot. To each their own. Like most people responding to this thread, I am more concerned with serving and satisfying the top than what he actually looks like. As long as he wants to fuck my ass, and can get it up, I'm down. When I was younger, I generally preferred the older, less attractive men. It added an extra level of sluttiness. I still prefer the older guys, but sadly, especially where I live, they all want the younger twinks. Adds from guys over 50 usually say "no one over 35". They judge strictly by age, even though I look far younger than I am. I remember either reading, or hearing a quote many years ago. "Be nice to old men, you will be one oneday."

I was 14, he was 21. It was at my parents house. I had the afternoon to myself. He was a stranger that a guy I knew set me up with to help me explore my interests. I would hook up with this guy periodically for years. I wish I could have sucked off my peers, but when I got a hardon in 7th grade gym class, I was for some reason branded a faggot. Lol. Not a good thing in a Montana town in the 80's.

Vaseline works fine as a lube for raw. However, if you are a big fan of ass to to mouth, or feltching, it's a greasyness that's not exactly pleasant for the mouth.

Back when I used to drink A LOT, I had several occasions that I went home with people and don't remember what happened. I assumed I was just in black out drunk mode, as I would wake up knowing I had been fucked. One time I know I was 100% passed out, I was drunk and went home with a couple. We smoked some killer weed, and the last thing I remember was standing up and everything went black. I woke up on the couch the next morning, naked, covered in a blanket. My ass felt a little sore, and it was wet. I was so turned on by the thought that they had raped me, I jerked off fingering myself. After they woke up, we talked, and they admitted what they had done. They were surprised I wasn't mad, but in my mind I had consented by going home with them. We ended up having a hot CONCIOUS fuck session before they took me home.

First, I've had sex many times with married guys in their bed. Have had a few of them want me to do things like wear their wife's panties, not my thing, but made them hot and fuck me better. One guy liked to spray his wife's perfume on me before he fucked me. I always get turned on thinking my tight ass is better than their loose old pussy. And for some reason married/forbidden cum is hotter! Now to the other question. One guy I hooked up with several times was seriously turned on by his teenage son, (he was a junior in HS) but would never actually act on anything. He would invite me over when the family was away, and I would roleplay as his son. He'd have me wear his sons underwear or jock and fuck me in his sons bed. I have to admit I loved it on many levels. His son played football, so it played into my own fantasies pretending to be his hot, jock son getting raped by daddy. Just to be in his room, which was so typical teenage boy looking, and to smell his pillow and bed as his dad fucked me worked me up like crazy. Made me remember how I wanted the jocks in high school to use me, and brought back the memories of the HS locker room smell. Sadly this only happened 4 times, then he quit contacting me, don't know what happened with him, but was great while it lasted, DAMN hot memories!

Another excellent chapter. There's nothing like the feeling of being used and tossed aside like a worthless hole.

Being watched has always turned me on. For me I think it's always been the degrading aspect of it, knowing men are enjoying watching me be a slut. I especially love it if I have top into displaying/sharing me. Knowing I'm pleasing him makes me very happy. Being blindfolded adds another dimension, not knowing how many men are actually watching, or waiting for a turn. Vids/pics are hot also. I know there is LOTS of nasty vids out there of me, where is anyone's guess.

Part 9 I laid over the arm of the couch, not moving as ordered. I did stick my fingers in my cunt a couple of times and licked the cum from them, savoring the musky taste of the combined loads. After maybe 45 minutes, Master returned with my boots, jacket, and clothes for work on Monday. He was pleased to find me in the same position he had left me in. After inserting a plug, he had me prepare a light dinner for us. After we finished, we sat in the living and toked up on his bong with some killer weed, getting nice and ripped while we watched more of his homemade porn. Finally, about 10, Master went into his room and changed, returning wearing his jeans, a leather harness, and black cap. He looked so fine. He tossed me my leather shorts and a harness. After I was dressed, Master sat down and gave me a glass with some juice in it, and a pill. "There's a little bit of G in the juice." He told me. "And that's ecstasy you're going to be feeling real good in a little bit." I knew I would. I had X before, I liked it. I was already stoned and feeling good when Master led me out the door on a leash. I started to feel flush as we walked to the bar, and felt real warm and happy when we got there. Master got a beer and paraded me around the bar, stopping and chatting with people. His mind game worked as I wondered with each person he talked too if they had fucked me or not. Most of them gave me lascivious looks, so I'm sure I had taken some of their loads. We eventually made our way to the back patio where Master leaned in a corner, making me sit on the ground next to him. The X was really kicking in as he gave me a cigarette. I smoked as his friends stopped and chatted, but didn't pay attention to their conversation. When I had finished, Master leaned over and pushed my head down. "Lick my boots, bitch!" He growled at me. "Show the men how hungry you are to please." I didn't even hesitate. As warm waves of pleasure rippled through my body, my brain focused on the one thing in front of me, Master's leather boots. I moaned as my tongue came in contact with them, and I could vaguely hear the men laugh and say nasty things about me, but they were in another world right now. I was lost in the sensation of my tongue on Sir's boots. I licked from the toe, slowly, erotically, up to the top, over and over again. I licked along the sides, imagining in my head I was making love to a big, leather cock. After I don't know how long, my head was pushed over to the other boot that I had forgotten about. I moaned even louder as I dove this new boot needing my attention. I felt someone grind his own boot into my ass, pushing the plug into my prostate, causing me to hiss in pleasure as I feverishly licked Master's other boot. After a while, Master pulled my leash, raised me to a standing position, and kissed me passionately, squeezing my nipples as I whimpered in pleasure. After he finished, he pushed me back to the ground, sitting next to him. I looked up at the men, who were talking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I could see that they were talking about me, but couldn't make out clear words, just an occasional laugh. After a while, the men made a tight circle around us as Master popped the fly on his jeans, pulling out his cock. He grabbed my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth. Then he started pissing. I was taken aback for just a second, but quickly started gulping down his golden nector, as the men voiced their approval. As he finished, Master pulled his cock out of my thirsty mouth, and let some dribble over my forehead and hair, rubbing it into my scalp. After he finished and buttoned up, the men acted again like nothing unusual had happened. Just your ordinary boot licking, piss drinking faggot on a Friday night. I looked at Master, who smiled down at me. After a bit, Master pulled on my leash and made me follow him. We walked through the bar to the bathroom, and waited for a few minutes for the rear stall to become available. It was occupied, as it usually was, by a couple of guys. No one ever used that stall to shit in. Eventually they came out, and we entered. Master grabbed me and started kissing me as he unzipped my shorts, pushing them down. He removed the harness, and told me to remove my boots and socks. Before I knew it, I was stark naked except for my collar, wrist cuffs, and cock cage. I started to shake a little bit, with nerves and excitement, mostly nerves. Master pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, blindfolded me, and locked my hands behind my back, then forced me to sit on the toilet. Then left me alone in the stall. In less than a minute, a man entered, grabbed my collar and pulled me up, turning me around. He pulled out the plug as I moaned, and he stuck it in my mouth. I could taste my ass and cum on it as he quickly shoved his dick into me. He didn't waste time as he pounded me hard and fast, my moans stifled by the plug in my mouth. Soon he was shooting into me, whispering what a nasty pig I was into my ear as sweat poured off my body. He just pulled out and left me bent over as he left the stall. Another man replaced him, and I quickly felt another hard cock push into me. My mind was in a sexual swirl as he rode me. I was so horny being used like a worthless whore in a bathroom stall. I became acutely aware of the smell of the place as the second man fucked me. The smell of stale piss assaulted my nostrils as my cock painfully strained in its cage. The man grabbed my hips as he buried himself deep and pumped another load into my hungry pussy, he too whispering in my ear what a nasty toilet cumdump I was. I just moaned my agreement. He left the stall, and another man entered. This man removed my plug from my mouth and fingered my hole a bit, then stuck his fingers in my mouth as he pushed the plug back in my cunt. I tasted the fresh sperm from my hole as he stood me up and removed the blindfold. It was Master. "You are such a disgusting slut, boy." He said smiling. "I love that. And look, they left your pay in the toilet. I saw two five dollar bills floating in the yellow water in the bowl. Master picked them out and wiped the rim and under the seat with them, wiping up fresh and stale piss. "Open wide boy." He said, placing the dirty bills on my tongue, then closed my mouth. He redressed me, and we exited the stall, me with two five dollar bills clearly sticking out of my mouth. He led me through the bar, back out to the patio.

Hitchhiking late at night, a semi pulls over had I get in. A big hairy brute overpowers me as soon as I shut the door. He ties me up and rapes me. From there he totally owns me. He travels across the country, whoring me out at truck stops and rest areas. I have no further say in my existence except to be his chemed up slave until he tires of me and leaves me naked, full of anonymous cum and covered in piss in a filthy rest stop bathroom.

Depends on the situation and mood. I had a bud for a while with an electro unit that could respond to sound. He hooked me up to it with Emenem's Marshal Mathers cd. HOT. But for me, can never go wrong with Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor is a fucking GOD! Just hearing him gets me going.

I have experienced this many, many times in my life. The last time was a few years ago now. A fuckbuddy from out of town sent a local friend of his over to my house one night. I was waiting with my leather hood on. He led me to his car, and drove me to someone's apartment. There I was used by three guys. Never saw any of them. So fucking hot!!!!! I love anonymous fucks!

Interesting question as to whether being molested leads to becoming a perverted pig later. Personally, like sexuality, I believe it's an inherent part of us. Yes, I had an uncle who molested me and my sister when I was 6 and she was 9, our uncle was 16. We'd be left with him on the farm and we would play "doctor", examining each others genitals. This happened several times. When I was 7, he took me twice to the basement where we would drop our pants, and he told me I could do whatever I wanted to him. I remember being totally mesmerized by his erection. We were interrupted both times before anything really happened. I believe my interest in kink was always there. I remember playing bondage games around this age with my Barbie and G.I. Joe and getting erections. My friend at the time and I would play games where we would find reasons to take off our pants, and both were always erect. We would tie each other up and i was always aroused. I also had a fascination with pee at that age. I had an empty shampoo bottle I used to pee in when I knew I had a bath that night. I would pour my pee over myself which I found very exciting. I also was aroused by doing painful things to my penis, primarily pushing a bristle brush into it when I was hard. All of this before I knew anything about sex at all. It was just exciting to me. I started having sex at 14 with a 21 y/o. I never viewed it as molestation because I 100% sought it out. When we hooked up, I was immediately consumed with Catholic guilt and shame after. But every 5 to 6 months, I'd be contacting him again. I was the one who initiated bondage in our meetings. I continued to see him all the way into college, then we lost contact. To this day, I still run into the man who helped set us up. We laugh about it. I wish I knew what happened to him, I would totally do him again to this day.

Such a hot night you sexy little slut!

Great story so far. Makes me wish I had followed my Hollywood dreams when I was younger and been a studio slut!

Great start for a first timer. Keep it up.

As we were chauffeured through the city, Demitri and I made out on the leather seat in the back. As we kissed feverishly, he placed my hand on his crotch, and I felt for the first time his huge cock. It had to be close to twelve inches, and I had thought mine was so big at 9. He moaned as he whispered in my ear. "Feel that big cock, my pet. That is the cock which is going to give you your first gift of the night. A gift that you will give to many more in the future." I just stroked it through his trousers, completely under his spell. As we continued to make out, the limo pulled over and two men got in. One was dressed as Batman, the other one, the one that really caught my eye, was dressed in full Scottish regalia. He was a large man with longer, red hair, and green eyes with the same odd look as Demitri's. "That's Duncan." Demitri whispered in my ear. "He's part of my family. The other boy doesn't matter." I watched as Duncan lifted up his kilt, revealing another monster cock protruding from a nest of firey red hair. He just grabbed the kids head and forced him down on his cock and Demitri and I went back to kissing. After a while, the limo pulled over again, and another boy dressed in drag stumbled in, followed by another man dressed as a gladiator. He was a stunning man of obvious Italian decent, with a proud Roman nose, and the same eyes as Demitri and Duncan. "That's Silvio, and another treat for the evening." He said in my ear. I wondered what exactly he meant by "treat" but was instantly distracted by Demitri's finger in my ass again as he kissed me more. I was lost again in pleasure as he dug his sharp nails deep into my ready hole. Eventually we pulled up to a really nice hotel, and in a matter of minutes, we were in a very fancy suite. I had never seen anything so nice in person, only in movies. Once the door was closed, Demitri tossed me easily on the bed, and started removing his jacket. Where the others went, I didn't notice, or even care. I only had eyes for the man who had me under his spell. "Take off your clothes." He instructed as he removed his shirt. I didn't even hesitate as I stared at his magnificent hairy chest, his well defined pecs and eight pack abs that had a marvelous dark trail of hair disappearing into his pants. I was naked in no time, oblivious to the others in the room, displaying myself on the bed for Demitri. He smiled in approval. "So beautiful, my boy. You will make a wonderful addition to my family." I beamed in satisfaction at his praise. He dropped his pants and underwear, letting me see his mighty cock in person for the first time. It stood up proud, fully hard, and was as translucent as the rest of him. The veins bulged and pulsed with a life of their own. "Yes my pet." He said, looking down on me. "Admire my cock. This cock will give you your first gift. Do you want it? Tell me you do boy." "Yes." I whispered, as if in a trance. "I want it." Demitri smiled and lowered himself on top of me, kissing me deep, his cold body covering mine. "You will get it boy. You will join my family tonight." He fingered my asshole again, digging in harder than before. I whimpered as I felt his nails tear at the delicate membranes, scraping and twisting. Eventually he raised his hand and showed me three bloody fingers. The red shockingly bright against his white skin. He just stared into my eyes as he licked them clean. Then, without a word, he spread my legs and climbed between them, placing the tip of his uncircumcised cock at my opening. Without looking away, he started pushing his cock into my already bleeding hole. He pushed without stopping, stretching me wide open, further tearing my anal walls apart. Tears welled in my eyes as pain ripped through my body, but I didn't tell him to stop. He pushed until I could feel his pubic hair rub my outer ring. When he was all the way in, he just said, "Good boy, that's my pet. The worst is over. Your new life is beginning." Then he started kissing me as he pulled his cock out to the tip, then pushed it back in with more force. I moaned as he buried himself in me as deep as he could, kissing me deep. As he methodically slid his huge cock in and out of me, he broke the kiss. "I'm close my pet." He whispered. "After I cum, you will be filled with poison. But you will never die. That is my second gift for you. You will live on as part of my family to share this gift with others forever. You will gift many, many more. Tell me you want it." "I do." I moaned. "Give it to me, I want to belong to you forever!" As I finished those words, Demitri slammed his cock hard into me as he sunk his teeth into my neck. I cried out in ecstasy as he pounded my hole and sucked my nourishing blood out of me. I was spinning as my ears started pounding and my cries of pleasure echoed in my skull. Demitri squeezed me tight as he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he started filling me with his precious seed. My arms and legs held tight to him as I felt the coldness of his cum shooting into my guts and he sucked harder on my neck. I screamed as my own orgasm shot out of me, coating our stomachs with a copious load of hot, wet, cum. He forced his mouth off my neck as he gasped in ecstasy, collapsing on top of me. We rested for a minute before he finally pulled out of me, rolling over. I was weak and could barely move from loss of blood. Duncan appeared, as if out of nowhere, blood running down his chin. He approached the bed as Demitri got off. He just grabbed my ankles and spread them apart, slamming his throbbing cock into me in one thrust. I was so weak, I could barely feel it, but I still moaned. As he pounded me, Demitri grabbed my head, turning it toward him. Taking one of his sharp nails, he sliced the head of his cock, opening a wound, and placed it in my mouth. Without needing instruction, I started nursing on it, already hunkering for blood myself. Demitri moaned as I sucked his bleeding dick while Duncan fucked me hard. Very soon I started feeling strength return. The more I sucked, the stronger I felt. Soon I was feeling almost as strong as before. Demitri pulled his cock out as Duncan unloaded another load of icy poison deep in my guts. As he pulled out, I saw Silvio approach dragging two unconscious bodies with him. Tossing them on the couch, he grabbed me and pulled me onto my hands and knees. As I watched Demitri grab the one dressed as Batman, Silvio slammed his cock into me in one hard thrust. His cock was fatter than Demitri's, and I howled in agony as I felt my ads ripped open more. Demitri fed on the young man as he watched Silvio fuck me as hard as he could. After he was finished with Batman, he grabbed the drag queen, and dragged the body over to me. He sliced open a wrist and offered it to me. I sucked on it while Demitri sucked on his neck. I could feel the life flowing out of him and into me as Silvio grabbed my hips and filled me with a third cold, poisonous load. After my first three breedings, the men left me on the bed as they took care of the bodies. Then we spent the rest of the night depositing more dirty cum into me and sharing blood until almost sunrise. Silvio and Duncan raised one bed to reveal their resting place, and Demitri raised the other one, pulling me in with him. As we enclosed ourselves in the safety of the darkness, he whispered to me, "Welcome to the family, my beautiful pet." I officially died in his arms, ready to start my new life tomorrow.

It was Halloween night. I had decided to go out by myself that night instead of going to a house party with my friends. I had not only recently turned 21 and could get into the clubs, but I had also finally accepted the fact that I was gay. My friends didn't know yet, but I had gone out a few times to the clubs and hooked up with some hot guys. I knew tonight was the gay high holiday, and didn't want to miss out on the possibilities. I chose a simple, but effective costume for the evening, which was basically my track outfit. I was a decathelete, and knew my body would be displayed perfectly. I just wore my track shoes with ankle socks, a jockstrap, nylon running shorts that almost showed off the bottom of my bubble butt, and a nylon tank top. I even fashioned an Olympic style gold medal to top it off. I admired my lean but muscular body in the mirror as I made sure my curley blond hair was adequately tamed, then grabbed my money and id, and was out the door. I had been at the club for a couple of hours, dancing up a storm, grinding against other hot guys on the floor, generally working up a sweat. After a while I decided to take a break and headed to the room off the dance floor with booths and tables. At the back bar I got the Halloween special, a Bloody Mary, and slid my sweaty body into a dark booth in the corner to chill. I still had all night to find a hot fuck, so I wanted to relax a bit with my drink and a glass of water. I was probably there about 5 minutes when I felt a slightly cold breeze brush past me. I looked up and saw him for the first time. He was probably about 30, tall, with dark, almost black hair, made all the blacker next to his alabaster white skin. Skin so white, it was almost translucent. I swear I could see the veins prominently beneath, almost pulsing with a life of their own. He was dressed in black slacks, a dark purple velvet suit jacket, and a white shirt opened halfway down his chest, slightly showing off his firm pecs lightly covered in dark fur. He wasn't the usual young jock type that I go for, but I found myself instantly, unexplainably, mesmerized by him. It barely registered in my head when he asked if he could join me. I just nodded and muttered a barely audible "sure" as he glided next to me. As he seemed to float into the booth beside me, I felt chills as his eyes, eyes that were so blue, eyes that seemed to appear full of life, yet dead at the same time, looked straight into mine, only deeper, right into my soul. I couldn't look away, as if I was trapped, and I sipped my drink as he continued to stare deep into me. After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke again. "Hello Lucas," he said, extending his hand to me. "I am Demitri." It didn't even register in my mind that I had never told him my name as I took his hand in mine. His flesh was cool to the touch, but I just thought I was hot from dancing. His grasp was firm and I swear I felt a jolt of electricity pass through me. He held my hand tight for a moment before the spell finally broke and he pulled it away. It was then that I finally looked away and down, noticing his slender fingers with long, perfectly manicured nails that looked like glass, each of them filed to a perfect point. "How is your evening going on this special night?" "Uh, fine, fine." I laughed, coming back to my senses, thinking he must think of me as quite stupid. "Uh, your accent. It's different." "You caught me, I'm Russian. Can I buy you another drink? Yours is gone." "Uh, sure." I replied, not even realizing my glass was empty. Demitri simply rose up and seemed to glide over to the bar. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, and he was back beside me in no time. As he gave me my drink, I noticed he didn't have one. "You don't drink?" I asked. "No." He replied. "At least not alcohol." His voice was hypnotic. He just watched me as I sipped my drink. I babbled some small talk, telling him meaningless things. He just smiled at me, as if he knew everything about me already. Smiled with lips so red, almost like blood. After I finished my drink, he took the glass from my hand and placed it on the table. Without a word, he leaned into me and placed his lips against mine. Again, so cold, yet so electric. I found myself melting into him as his tongue entered my mouth, and his cold hand stroked my bare thigh. I shivered as he ran his nails on my inner thigh, up to my crotch, stopping just before touching my raging hardon. I involuntarily moaned as he removed his hand and pulled his lips away. I was breathing hard as I opened my eyes to see him inches from my face, his blue eyes staring deeply into my brown ones as he stroked my face. "You are so beautiful, my boy." He purred. "Tonight is a special night for you. I chose you. Tonight is your birthday." I just stared back at him silently. He started to kiss me again, slowly moving his cold, red lips across my cheeks to my neck as his fingers inched under my shorts. I could feel him brushing his sharp nails outside my butthole as he kissed my neck. I moaned and spread my legs apart, giving him more access to my hungry hole. This was the invitation he was waiting for as he slid his finger in my anus and I felt his sharp teeth puncture my neck. Instead of pain, I felt ecstasy as I gasped in pleasure, spreading my legs further apart and holding his head tight against me. He inserted two fingers into me, digging and clawing as he sucked on my neck. My throbbing boner ground into my jockstrap as I soaked it in precum, moaning like a bitch in heat. After a minute, Demitri pulled his mouth off my neck, licking it with his tongue as he pulled his fingers out of my hungry ass. As I floated back down, he sat upright, and I could see a trickle of blood run down the side of his mouth. He raised his fingers and I could see blood on them as well. With a look of pleasure, he licked his fingers clean, and wiped off his mouth. Standing up, he extended his hand to me and said, "Come with me." That's all he had to say. I stood up as if in a trance, and took his hand as he led me out of the club to a waiting limosine. "Say goodbye to your old life, Lucas, and hello to your new reality." He said as he guided me into the limo, and we were escorted away.

I do hope this story is continued to it's climax! Such very enjoyable smut.

Thanks xtc303den. I actually discovered Nifty before BZ and have two stories written under nastyslutinmt, "Making My Roomie My Slave Whore", and "Slave to Redneck Daddies". Neither completed, story of my life, because I was introduced to BZ which fueled my nasty mind more. I tried to copy the roomie story over to here, but the text is black, so didn't translate over. I certainly invite anyone who enjoys my stories to check them out. (I particularly like my roomie story and do need to finish it. Diego and Scotty deserve an ending) I would happily post the deleted stuff over there, but I compose the chapters on my phone as I go, thus have no back up of them, so sadly lost to the ages.

Part 9 The next morning we checked out after I had spent a couple of hours scrubbing the dirty writing of Mitch's body. I rubbed his skin raw removing the evidence of his whorish weekend. I admit I loved getting to rub and scrub his God like rock hard body, feeling every muscle of his teenage splendour. We walked back to the house and snuck upstairs to my room, skipping our classes for the day. We spent the afternoon together, resting on my bed, his massive arms holding me tightly to his chest. Eventually he had to leave for practice. We had agreed he couldn't skip it, even though he was tired and his well used ass ached like a son of a bitch. Too many people knew his secret already, and he couldn't risk pissing coach off. When he didn't return to the house for dinner, I got a little concerned. He finally returned after 7. I was in my room when he knocked and entered. He looked like shit. Worn out, exhasted, beat down. He just flopped face down on my bed. His intoxicating aroma filled the air. His young body reeked of sweat and more. "Coach kept me after practice." He finally said. "He fucked me again, twice. He knows we stayed another day at the hotel. He saw one of our adds. He made me tell him about the men that used me while he plowed my ass. He really fucked me hard, Cole. He slapped me, and spit on me, and called me filthy names. He choked me as he came in me. My ass hurts so bad right now dude!" I just looked at my man with pity, just imagining how he felt right now. He had been whored, abused, exposed, all in the last couple of days. But yet my cock got hard as I thought about it. "Do you regret yesterday?" I asked. "Kinda, I guess. I don't know. If felt so good at the time. Now it hurts. Practice almost killed me. I could barely move. Then coach pounding me after...." I pulled his shirt off and started rubbing his poor, aching body, kneading his strong muscles, trying to give him some release. He groaned in pleasure as I massaged his sore body. After a while he rolled over, and I could see his rock hard cock outlined in his shorts. I peeled them down and buried my head in his sweaty jockstrap, inhaling his glorious musky scent. I pulled it down, freeing his fat, uncircumcised 9 incher. I removed his shoes and socks and pulled his shorts and jock all the way off, leaving my God naked on my bed. I started rubbing his size 13 feet, massaging them, working my thumbs into his arch, the balls of his feet and his heel. Mitch moaned lightly as I rubbed and squeezed his sweaty feet. Soon I was licking them, sucking his toes, breathing in deeply his strong aroma. Mitch groaned more as I worshiped his manly jock feet. Finally I grabbed the Vaseline and greased up his throbbing erection and squatted over him, sliding down onto his rock hard cock. I grabbed his dirty jockstrap and covered my nose, inhaling his musk as my ass worked his cock deep in my hole. Mitch just laid there and moaned as I continued to pleasure him. When he finally got close, he grabbed my hips and rammed himself into me as deep as he could, spraying my guts with his precious fluid. I barely touched my own cock before it shot it's own load all over Mitch, the first shot landing on his face, then coating his chest. He looked deep into my eyes as he scraped my cum off his face, then seductively licked it off his fingers. He scooped more off his chest and fed it too me. I sucked his cum covered fingers as he smiled at me. He pulled me to his chest and held me tight as we drifted off to sleep. It was several hours later when we were awoken by a knock on the door. We looked at each other in a panic as I grabbed my robe and cautiously cracked my door open. I was instantly pushed back as Andre and Tony forced their way in. "I knew I'd find Miller's faggot ass in here!" Said Andre. "You queers in here making fag love?" He asked sarcastically. "Please guys!" Mitch pleaded. "Leave us alone tonight. I SWEAR I'll meet you tomorrow. I can't take more!" "Shut the fuck up Faggot!" Hissed Tony. "You got some prime ass and were gonna get some more right now!" Mitch knew he was helpless as his frat bros grabbed him and rolled him over, pulling his legs off the bed. Mitch's rock hard bubble butt stuck up in the air, as his pink pucker was exposed for use. Tony grabbed the Vaseline and greased up his beer can thick cock. He grabbed Mitch's dirty jock and stuffed it in his mouth, gagging him. Without even a warning, he rammed his fat cock all the way into Mitch in one mighty push. Mitch screamed into the gag as Andre shoved his face into a pillow, further silencing the helpless teenager. Mitch howled and cried as his already incredibly sore ass was mercilessly raped. Tony grabbed the studs shoulders and jackhammered the jock beneath him, fucking him with a deep seeded rage. "Fuck yea faggot! Gonna make that queer ass bleed. Gonna make your pussy bleed like a girl! Gonna wreck that quarterback hole! We're gonna fuck you so much bitch you won't even feel you boyfriend's pathetic dick in you anymore. Fuckin queer!" Tony kept up the hard assault on poor Mitch's ass until he finally went ridged and pumped a big load deep in the football players guts. As soon as he pulled out, Andre rammed his 12 inches of dark, purple cock deep into his frat bros open hole. Andre didn't say anything as he grabbed Mitch's hips and piledrived him as deep as he could. Mitch just lay there crying as he was forced to take the huge cock deep inside him. Andre finally shook and spasmed as he unloaded yet another big load of cum into the weeping hunk of muscle beneath him. He pulled out as pink cum oozed out of Mitch's open hole. Andre just pulled the jockstrap out of the sobbing quarterback's mouth and wiped his dirty cock on it. Then he wiped Mitch's oozing pink hole with it before shoving it back in the young jocks mouth. "Don't say a fucking word!" Andre said as he glared at me. Then they left the room leaving a sobbing wreck of a cumdump on my bed. I just carefully climbed on the bed and cradled Mitch in my arms. He held me tight as he sobbed into my chest.

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Part 7 Billy and I laid on our sides on dirty mattresses, slowly stroking each others faces as our tears subsided. As we softly kissed each other, I found myself entranced by the softness of my best friends pouty lips. I kissed him slightly harder as I held his smooth face in my hands. Billy responded by opening his mouth a little bit as his breathing grew heavier. Without even thinking, I slid my tongue in my buddies warm, wet mouth and was rewarded with Billy lightly moaning as he started to suck my probing tongue into him. I shuddered at this new intimacy between us as I felt my cock start to swell. I started to pull away only to feel Billy grab my head and pull me harder into his sucking mouth. I melted into his warmth, silently cursing the cold, hard bars separating us as I wanted to be closer to my best friend in a way I never had before. As our kisses became more passionate, my hand traveled down toward Billy's crotch and found his 8 inch cock rock hard, poking through the bars. I grasped his hard pole as he lightly groaned, sucking on my tongue with more passion. I started slowly stroking my buddy, losing myself in the wonderful new sensations coursing through my body. I jumped slightly as I felt Billy wrap his hand around my own stiff, needy cock. Without words, Billy and I, my best friend, my brother who I had spent my young life with, held each others heads with one hand as we stroked each others hard cocks with the other, devouring each others tongues as we relished this shared tenderness in our horrible circumstances. Our breathing became faster and shallower as we both became closer to our impending orgasms. I came first, stifling the urge to cry out as I shuddered and shook, coating Billy's hand with my hot load as I pressed his mouth harder into mine. I squeezed my buddy's cock harder as sucked his tongue deep into my mouth. Billy let out a deep groan as his body convulsed and I felt his cock throb and spurt his cum all over my hand and arm. I held him as tight as I could as he finished pumping his load out, before finally pulling my mouth off of his. I looked into his big brown eyes, expecting to see shame or regret over what had just transpired, but all I saw was my best friend looking deeply back into mine. As I looked into them, I raised my cum covered hand up to my mouth and licked his warm, spooge of my fingers. Without looking away, Billy slowly raised his own cum covered hand up to his mouth and did the same. Without a word, we just continued to lay there, looking at each other, both of us knowing it was not necessary to speak of what had just happened between us. Time passed in our dungeon prison. The days blended together. Between the drugs, and lack of access to the outside world, we had no idea of time. We became the compliant whores I was told we would become. I became to enjoy the feeling of a hard cock fucking me, as did Billy. But we loved it best when we could kiss and touch through our cell bars, sucking each others cocks, even fucking on occasion. When I did sleep, my dreams were always of Billy, being free of our torment, free of our prison, free to fully hold each other, caress each other, love each other. It had been some time since the two cells at the end had been empty. The men that had occupied it had long ago been taken away, led to some unknown but horrible fate. I mostly prayed at this point that Billy and I would at least be taken together when our time came. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from him, being left behind as he was taken to his doom, or worse, him being left after I promised him I would never leave him. Of course I knew I had no choice in the matter. One day, the door opened and two unconscious men were dragged In. They both were dressed in military fatigues. The goons wasted no time slicing the clothes off of the army boys, tossing them haphazardly toward our cells. Unbeknownst to them, a knife slid out of one of the pockets and slid toward my cell. Billy and I quickly looked at each other and I reached through the bars grabbing the knife, hiding it under my mattress before anyone noticed. After the new captives were naked, they were thrown in the empty cells as the Master entered to dungeon. "Very excellent!" He said, looking at the unconscious men. "These two twins are going to practically set us up for life!" "Where they going?" Asked Earl. "Oh I have a very rich buyer in the Middle East who is going to pay a small fortune for a pair of twin U.S. soldiers. Blond hair and blue eyes only increases their value. But it won't be for a few weeks until final arrangements are made. Their initiation will be in a few days. Keep them unconscious till then." My mouth went dry as I imagined what would be the fate of these poor boys as my own cage was opened and I was led to the back rooms.