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Love your attitude quantum boy ❤️❤️❤️

17 or 18 okay week but I drained multiple loads from many of them

But it wasn't bare was it? 😔

I have many times. No questions asked. It felt so wrong on so many levels that it drove me to encourage them to be harder, rougher and crazier. My orgasms were absolutely insane.

You said it. But I'll go a step further and say it's not just fun, it literally feeds us what we need.

Best I can say is I'm close to the 375 mark. Sometimes those nights at the baths are so hazy I really don't remember everything. So that's probably a conservative estimate.

***Author’s Note*** As stated in the first part, this work of fiction is meant to be a combination between standard fiction and also mystical fantasy. The story so far has yet to take on any fantastical elements. However this part will surround them fully. Part 3 As Jake gazed around at the dark basement, music thumping the walls with deep beats, smoke wafting around, conversations mixing with grunts of sexual pleasure, he felt his soul tearing out of him. In a moment, it was if time was grinding to a halt. Movements amongst the many men in front of him looked like slow motion, the exhale of a cigarette’s smoke dancing fancifully into the air. The thrusts of the fucking taking place to his left looked like a frame by frame play of a movie editor. And then everything stopped and Jake was hurled from his body. He saw the scene, eternally on pause, before him. He admired his own beauty in a sickeningly vain way, eying every perfect inch of his body. Then his vision went black. A voice, exceptionally deep, guttural, almost animalistic lingered in his left ear, hot breath dancing across his shoulder and creeping up his neck. A foul odor from that warm breath entered his nostrils. He tried to turn to see what was behind him, but he was paralyzed. He could feel, but he was unable to move on his own. He was fully naked, in unending darkness, with a solo spotlight emanating from the heavens upon his beauty. “Do you know what you are?” the voice asked. It had a slithery nature to it, yet it sounded like its voicebox was grating against sandpaper as well. It was deeply discomforting, even to Jake who thrived on risk and danger. “You’ve given away your very self in the pursuit of pleasure,” the voice continued. “You’ve elevated your body, and destroyed any sense of morality within you.” The warmth on Jake’s neck and the foul odor went from being uncomfortable to enticing, in a twisted way. His cock begin to twitch. “Yes I see it,” the voice said, “even though know nothing of where you are, and who I am, you are aroused. You were meant for pleasure, you were destined for sin, you have driven by lust!” The voiced raised near the end of the sentence. With that it was black again, because Jake saw himself sitting, well, lounging and a great throne. The throne itself was moving, made up of some gooey red and black liquid that seemed to take the form the great chair, but had no binding. He lounged in the throne, his eyes showing no soul, yet his face of exceptional confidence. His body was divine. The crown on his head as a dark obsidian, leaking a jet black liquid down the sides of his face. Another flash and his thrown was surrounded by at least 20 perfectly beautiful twinks. Their eyes were fixated upon Jake, their hands groping and touching him, their lips attempting to kiss any part of his body. Their eyes looked like they were drugged, and Jake was their jake. They moaned and groaned like zombies, as if their groping was the only cure to their affliction. Another flash and the twinks were replaced by a similarly sized group of incredibly old, wasting, wrinkled men. Jake watched himself be worshipped by these grandpas, and his cock remained at full attention. The voice returned over his should. “Yes, touch yourself to yourself you monster,” it said as Jake regained control, one hand caressing his own chest, one hand immediately stroking his cock. Jake felt immeasurable pleasure in watching this image of himself, the king, and couldn’t help throttle his dick harder seeing it. “Look at how they worship you,” the voice teased. “They are nothing without touching you. That’s power. That’s control. You desire it don’t you? You want more of it don’t you?” Jake shivered as he felt a caress of a sharp object slide gently down his back. Instantly he was thrown into his vision in the chair, being that Jake. His addicted companions surrounding him flashed every few seconds between the twinks and the old men, all of them having absolutely no life to their eyes, only him, as their addiction. The feel of the throne, its slimy blackish red fluid moving faster and faster while still keeping its shape, started to unwind. The liquid started lashing out slowly all over Jake’s smooth torso, then his legs, then his neck, until the images surrounding him disappeared and he was sliding through of a river of this goo. It wasn’t just goo. It was something more. “Yes my dark boy,” the voice now in his head, “It is the manifestation of pure unadulterated lust that you are swimming in”. Jake slide in the slimy liquid like he was going down a slide. Everything was black as pitch, it was just sensations and feelings, nothing he could see. As his slide progressed, his speed accelerating faster and faster, he began to hear torturous moans and cries of pure desire. “They are all pulled to you like a magnet…” the voice said Jake splashed into an infinite pool of the liquid lust, his slide ride completed. The room as almost as dark as pitch, but ambient lighting coming from nowhere and everywhere imitated the darkest fo twilight. It was enough for him to see movements in the waves of the goo, unnatural movements not normal to any liquid. Like sharks converging on prey, he felt them pounce. Immediately his body was grabbed, and tossed about by hands and bodies coated completely in the slime. They were all faceless to him, but they grabbed and tore at him regardless. They were humanlike, but they acted like addicts. Soon he realized the entire pool was changing from liquid to slime humans, whatever they were. As if reading his thoughts, the voice appeared, over his right shoulder this time, “They are slime humans, they are the rejected. The ones that lived a life of morals and values and lost out on pleasure. They come here to writhe in their own pity and torture, until someone like you comes along to satiate them for a temporary period. We certainly have very few visitors Jake. No many can be the monster that you are.” Jake was utterly engrossed by the groping, the touching, the almost rhythmic moaning of the now hundreds of people surrounding them. He opened his arms outward like a prophet speaking to his flock, showing off his immensely gorgeous figure. He licked his lips, desire ravishing him internally. If these are deprive souls that never had a taste of truly powerful pleasure, who was he to deny them their wants? With his arms outstretched Jake beckoned, “I am yours for your pleasure! Use me! Make me your fucking king!” Like rabbid animals the groping and touching and moaning stopped, resulting in a torrent of pushing and fighting. Jake was thrown to the floor, angry sounds and violence taking place as these soulless rejects fought over him. Slimy hands pushed him around, trying to grab him, take hold of him, use him, but he would get pushed over to someone else before they could do anything. The voice inside his mind laughed, maniacally. He was in what felt like infinity, and he was everyone’s desire. Finally a rhythm began to form in the fighting and jeering, and cocks began to enter Jake. It took no longer than 10-20 seconds before cum started flowing into Jake and he was passed to the next soulless one. Over and over, exceptionally fast ejaculations poured deeply into his hole, moans of infinite pleasure coming from every orgasm. He drank in the sin, the darkness, the lust. He was catering to a bunch of souls that had no idea what they had missed out on, and now that he stood in front of them, they were fucking rabid. Within minutes Jake had 50 loads inside him. Then 90, then 150. He kepts being used by the next cock and next cock, moans of terrifying insanity rumbled around him. The voice in his head kept laughing with no regard for anything besides watching him be used. He was thrown to the side and jumped on, having a dick slide into him, then two at a time, then choking as one slammed into his mouth so hard he felt like his neck was going to break. No longer was he standing, he was just being attacked lying on the ground. And he didn’t want it to stop. He needed this. “More!” Jake moaned. He felt himself changing deep inside from self aware to meaningless hole. “I beg you all, more!” Animalistic roars pounded through the crowd, riled up even more by Jake’s words. Another several minutes flew by and 400 or so had entered him. Jake was orgasming himself so much he didn’t even have to touch his dick, His pupils were gone, the whites of his eyes only remained. Within 10 minutes he had 500 strangers donating their DNA to him. He was in bliss, begging and screaming for more, loving the level of abuse, the fighting, the pure animalist raw fury that was excuding around him. He never wanted it to end. And then it did. As if whoever the insane voice in his head could read his mind Jake appeared in black again, yet he could see what he just did playing out in his head. His dick pulsed and dripped with yearning to be back being used, to get another 500, hell make it 10,000 raw cocks flowing new DNA into him. He was shaking he was so addicted and wired. “This isn’t real though…” he muttered “Oh but it is, and it isn’t” the voice returned. “I’m out of my mind, out of my body, you took me to a different plane” Jake replied. “I did and I did not. Yes, I removed you from your body. Yes this is in your head for now. But no, it is real, and this is the tiniest sliver of a taste should you seek this out,” the voice replied. But how do I seek it out? Jake asked He was back in his body in the basement, and just like someone had pressed the play button, his real life continued just as he left it. Yet he was left with the very real feelings that he had just experienced. Instead of allowing the hand pushing him by his back into the middle of the floor, Jake picked up his own pace. His eyes looked different, they glowed a reddish hue, his body sparkled with the sticky sweat sweet from himself and the men just dripping over him moments ago upstairs. In the middle of the room Jake step foot, and he outreached his hands like in his vision. All the men in the basement quieted down, staring at him like he was a god. With his arms outstretched, his mile contorted into something truly sinister, his eyes turned an ever darker shade of red and with incredible confidence he stared at his audience with glee and said… “Fucking…DESTROY ME” And the mad rush followed….

That means a lot. I definitely try to craft the prose to be immersive and engrossing to the reader. I, greatly share the mentality that I put into the main character. Sex, true raucous, lustful, sex must not only revolve around the physical, but also the emotional and spiritual. Once you can put all those together, it can really make the reader feel fully immersed in the story, or fully immersed in the actual act if you are a participant.

PART 2 Jake’s body reacted as it normally did, spinning around and immediately attacking Hanney’s pulsing cock with his mouth. Like a maniac, he sucked Hanney, desiring every last drop of his cum and cleaning the cock that had been so deep inside his ass. The house was so hot and humid, there was no air conditioning here in this run down abode. The room smelled of musk, the result of the sweat of each of these many, many of them burly and sweating from the summer heat. The carpet Jake kneeled on bit into his knees, the result of copious amounts of dirt buildup and crusty cum stains. It stunk too. It had probably not been cleaned in decades. The house met the idea of a dirty gangbang locale almost as if it were in the movies. The call to bring Jake downstairs had erupted arguing around him. For several minutes, Jake had barely heard it. His intense focus on Hanney’s large veiny dick, his appetite to the nasty ass to mouth whore that he knew he was, his commitment to pleasuring Hanney as a briefly looked up from time to time at his worn and wasted body and his lifeless eyes, completely overtaking him. However, soon the drama surrounding him wore away at his ecstasy, his clouded mind becoming clearer and clearer to the voices shouting around him. “We’ll take him down in a fucking minute!” yelled one man “Get his faggot ass down there now, theres so much more we can do down there you fucking idiot!” retorted another. “Fuck the both of you pieces of shit I want that boy ass fucking NOW!” a third voice broke through the other too. Jake felt two big hands on his boyish boney hips. The hands themselves were rough, callused, and gave no regard for him. He felt his hips pulled back and within seconds, a new cock slammed into him, almost with the feeling of hatred. He felt the man’s belly brushing against the small of his back, covering his “monster” tramp stamp. Sweat drops tickled his back, mixing with his own perspiration. His newest user took sweet satisfaction, as indicated by his moans and grunts of pleasure when his first powerful thrust entered Jake. “Goddamn its fucking loose…like a real fucking slut!” his fucker exclaimed “Ya know yeah man the few times we do get em its always the tight ones,” Hanney moaned. Jake had been pulled off the depth of his cock to an extent, but he was still working the tip with his tongue, obsessing over drawing out whatever droplets of Hanney’s cum still resided inside. “They don’t get that being tight is not our fucking interest here. You get a loose one like this fucking trash, and you know this boys been all over the fucking neighborhood!” Hanney exclaimed “You’re goddamn right!” Jake’s user replied. His larger hands made very good use of Jake’s tiny hips as handles for his intense thrusts. Pulling almost completely out, just the very tiniest part of the tip of his thick dick staying inside Jake, he would then use hands to jackhammer Jake as deep as he could. He wasn’t fucking out of lust, certainly not love, or even just drive, he was fucking to try and break Jake. Jake could feel his entire body shudder with each massive thrust. He stayed somewhat focused on Hanney’s dick, again staring into those lifeless eyes that were so devoid of any soul, yet they drew him in deeper. At the same time, his hole screamed with a combination of both pain and pleasure, for this new daddy was totally using him in the disregard he preferred. “You like thick dicks and fat fucking men you dumb shit?” His fucker asked Jake just moaned, an admission of the pleasure of the words that the man had uttered, but that was certainly not good enough. Within seconds, this maniac had grabbed a fistful of hair, ripped Jake off Hanney’s dick, and Jake was staring at the ceiling, the smell of heavy alcohol swirling into his nostrils as his daddy user pressed his lips to Jakes ear. “FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU HORRIFIC TRASH!” the daddy yelled. He screamed it. Jake wouldn’t have been surprised if it was heard halfway across three blocks down. “Yes daddy, I fucking love your big fucking dick inside me!” Jake moaned. The man had scared him, but Jake got off on being scared too. He wouldn’t have been here otherwise. He wouldn’t have cruised alleys dressed outrageously like a slut if he hadn’t. Jake remembered another time, in the flash of a few seconds where fear played a pivotal role in his development. He had remember his best girlfriend a few years ago, and how he had been, behind her back, getting her boyfriend to use his ass. He had loved the risk. He had loved lying to his best friend, while he slowly, wickedly, tore her boyfriend away from her. He didn’t at the time understand why it made him so hot, but he learned since then the risk of fucking in her bed prior to her getting him, was unmatched. The day she found him being bred by her boyfriend, he felt no guilt. He should have, society told him that was what was supposed to happen. But instead he had spilled his guts to her as he fucked himself on her boyfriends rock hard dick, as her boyfriend stared in disbelief at her catching them. That risk itself was explosive, and then chaos that followed was even better. Within minutes, the two had broken up, and Jake would pleasure himself for weeks on end getting off on the chaos he had created. Being scared, and creating chaos, both helped the situation turn into one of his hottest dark deeds, at that time at least. His life at that point was pulling him in the direction he was now, and instead of giving in to the fear, he much preferred to let it take its natural course, allowing it to hard his dick, shoot electricity through his body, and leave him begging for more. The man fucking Jake had his stomach bounding up and down on Jake’s back, the sweat beads had increased to a deluge of sticky sweat drops all over him. The man was panting like a dog, obviously overweight, not at all fit, but giving himself fully to Jake. Jake felt one of the man’s hands leave his hips, giving a slight reprieve on the true total power that the man was exerting on him, and he felt the man groping him. His hand moved down over his crotch, feeling around, caressing his smoothness, his balls sticky with cum that was leaking from his smooth hole, and the sweat that wouldn’t evaporate in this humidity. The hand moving up Jake’s stomach, pausing briefly to play with his belly button piercing, then moving to play with his nipple piercings. “This fucking whore has literally no fucking body hair!” the man exclaimed. He said it in the manner of an insult, but Jake knew, and the man fucking knew, he said it out of lust and admiration. Jake was the type of ideal body for these freaks, and yet he was also enough of a freak to play as dirty as them. In fact, Jake knew full well he could outdo them in any darkness they wanted to provide. As much as he wanted this man to keep fucking him, the basement intrigued him, and he didn’t want to loiter her when he could be experiencing, he hoped, a hundred times more pain and pleasure with whatever awaited him below. With that, Jake began to thrust himself hard on the man’s dick. He felt both hands back on his hips, with maniacal pull the man’s panting, grunting, moaning shot up even more. Jake was drawing him towards a climax and he was preparing himself to slam his hole as hard as possible when that orgasm happened. “Youre…going…to…get…my…fucking…dirty…poz…load,” the man huffed. Jake’s dick began to leak. Jack wasn’t what most would call a chaser, he just had no cares. While he had never asked someones status, he didn’t have a man until today tell him what he was expected to get. Jake began to convulse. His naturally horniness evolved into that moment, his monster side taking him. Hanney got in front of him, sticking his tongue down Jake’s throat, the taste of thick tobacco and whiskey on his breath. Jake grabbed his boney wasting body and began fucking himself onto his poz daddy’s dick harder than ever. “Give me your fucking DNA,” Jake yelled, between intensely making out with Hanney “Oh goddamn hes fucking insane” a man said standing around him “Totally fucked up slut, “ another chimed in “Well fucking give it to him already! He’s goddamn hungry for it. Jake was soaked from head to toe in sweat, his body shaking, and he was still trying to inch out any further energy to make this poz daddy explode in him. The man’s groans were so powerful Jake knew any second he would get his wish, and he wanted to extract as much of this man deep into him as possible. His head was ripped back once again, with an even more insanely pull than the first time, causing Jake to involuntarily piss on the floor in front of him. “I’m leaving my fucking mark inside your perfect body,” the man whispered in Jake’s ear in a sultry tone. Jake could tell the man’s own lust was eating him up, taking him over, turning this into something glorious for the man. “oh fuck daddy I need it in me so badly, I want to know your DNA is forever inside me!” Jake replied “Oh its more than just my DNA that will be inside you you goddamn garbage whore,” the man answered. “You will have my gift, along with Hanney’s gift as well. Jake smiled like the devil. He expected Hanney, which his looks, hopefully was giving him a gift as well, and now it was confirmed. “I’m gonna fucking breed your slut ass!!!!!” The man screamed. He let go of Jake’s head again, which was pushed down onto Hanney’s cock. Hanney’s hands held him there as Jake’s poz daddy prepared to explode inside his hole. Hanney let forward and immense stream of piss into Jake’s mouth, and Jake shook even harder as he immediately began viciously swallowing Hanney’s poz piss. “What a fucking psycho,” Hanney muttered, almost laughing in an evil manner as he pushed his piss out hard, Jake lapping up every bit of it with barely any dripping from his mouth. “Fuck your fucking boy pussy!!!!” The poz daddy scream. Jake felt the explosion, the sting as the cum shout through him. Jake pushed back, opening his hole as hard as he could, slamming back on his fat daddy, feeling his belly jiggle back and forth on Jake’s sweaty back as his thrust backwards reverberated through the man. The pulses from his users dick were insane and powerful. “Boy takes poz dick like its his fucking job!” one yelled “Its like we’ve died and gone to heaven!” Another exclaimed. “No boys this age are this nasty. He’s gotta do the drive thru in the morning Hanney!” Another jumped in. Jake was moaning, whining, then screaming in pleasure internally. As soon as he had finished downing Hanney’s piss, his emotions came out like a demon. Trembling, screaming, begging for more, Jake continued to milk his fucker’s dick like he was possessed. He felt so right, letting these men give him their special loads, like he was born for his. His knees buckled, tumbling him to the floor on his belly, his poz daddy, still need inside him and pulsating, following him down. Laying on top of him, Jake could feel the full force of the man cracking down on his tiny frame, and he loved it. Before he could swing around to ass to mouth his poz fucker’s cock, his wrists and ankles were grabbed, the rest of the cabal disinterested in spending anymore time “not in the basement” as he heard one sarcastically state. Jake was carried down the creaking and rickety steps into the basement. His head was incredibly spinning. Savoring the idea of dual poz loads running in him, he could only desire more, and want it now. His eyes had to adjust as he reached the landing and the men just dropped him like an object. The basement was incredibly dark, with just a few hints of deep red lighting here and there. The red lights illuminated the shadows of the chains, whips, and slings hanging from the rafters in the ceiling, along with walls of sex toys, dildos, and plugs, some the size of his tiny torso. The basement felt demonic, with pentagrams and goat heads adorning in posters, graffiti, and wall hangings, from the little bit he could see. There were comfortable-looking, yet still torn and ragged furniture pieces arranged throughout the room, and the smell was incredibly intense. Thick wafts of smoke, from cigarettes to cigars filled his nostrils, while the clinking of alcohol bottles and glasses from the many more men who were observing bounced off the wall. Several slings had daddies fucking daddies, there were some faces and bodies of some very old men, exciting Jake even more. “Men, this is the nastiest slut we think we’ve found. Lets verify that and turn him inside out with our fucking dicks before the goddamn sun rises…” a voice came from behind him on the stairs. Jake smiled, a smile like a demon. He wanted to be turned inside out by these men. He wanted to feel the pain they could give him, and he wanted to assume their DNA deep inside him. He was ready to show them that what they just did to him upstairs was a drop in the ocean as to what he could take. He readied himself to wear them all out and by the end, pleasure them to such extremes that they would be disgusted that he was still trying to use each of them for more.

Thank you much

Oh believe me my brain is just itching to have you see it's depths 😈😈

It's likely to get exceptionally more unusual as I continue on. Thank you for the compliment

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Author’s Note: This is intended to be a fantasy story, not just a fiction story. When I say fantasy, I mean that this will have fantasy elements, unworldly, magical, elements to it eventually. I tend to write stories that people do very much enjoy (at least from the comments), yet I am not the best at keeping them running. I do hope this is enjoyed, and I of course hope that I will be more dedicated in my efforts to continue the saga. PART 1 The night itself was misty, the remnants of a stronger storm that had blown through earlier. Closing in on 4am, the wet pavement and puddles reflected the various back alley lights, sparsely populated down the alleyway. The night was still sweltering, a humid, sticky and sweaty night. Jake stepped without care, the sound of his clunky skater shoes, which greatly accentuated his perfectly smooth and pencil-like skinny legs, echoing into the cacophony of the night. The city doesn’t matter, every city has slums, ghettos, trashed areas where people, in many ways, live more freely. Yes they reek of pain and hurt, yet they are abundant in their pleasure. This city, name regardless, the same. The overground foliage to his right choked through the rusty and imbalanced chain link fences running the length of the massive strip mall. Sounds of couples arguing, beats of overwhelming loud music, lovers climaxing all from the homes over the gate, juxtaposed with the moaning of the dark corners of the alley. From cheaters looking for a quick hookup behind a nasty dumpster, to druggies and homeless sleeping in the black corners where the lights could not touch them, the alley itself was a haven for the darkness, for the hidden, for the chaos. Passing under a pulsating streetlight, this one more orange than the last, its muffled sound of an electrical short buzzing high above on the bent wooden pole above him, illuminated his features. Brilliantly beautifully blonde, which natural highlights and lowlights of varying degrees of slightly darker dirtier brownish messy hair, long enough to grab, but barely passing his ear, shone in the brief spotlight. His incredibly slender, tiny, swimmers build accentuated as well. No muscle, just skinny, no body hair, an extremely tight little waist, all legs, no ass. Jake didn’t care if he fit the mold. He believed, no, knew, what was beautiful, what men craved. His hybrid body between male and female, his soft facial features, his willingness to bend femininity partially in his looks, into a more masculine personality, was a nexus of all the right attributes. While his friends, whom he had slept with every one, tried to fit into the new trend of twunk, Jake was unapologetically twink. Passing into a darker part of the alley, he savored the chaos. Another thing that made him different was the darkness inside him. He was still learning to figure out what it meant, but he had come to terms that chaos itself aroused him like none other. His perfect skin coated with a layer of sweat, made him radiate, and he know that anyone in the alley, from their masked areas, their protection of their dumpster hideouts, were staring at him, licking their lips with desire. And truly, he enjoyed every eye his way, regardless of him seeing them or not. His outlook on life was one of much more realism than most. We are what we crave, and we all crave deep down. Profoundly cynical of any higher morals, at 20, Jake felt he had understood the carnal roots that flowed like a river through humanity. The key was unlocking those roots, letting people learn to give in to them, not deny them. It went against what he was taught throughout life in many ways, but he also couldn’t subscribe to a life without ultimate pleasure, whatever the cost. That was the chaos. Jake knew deep down that he was chaos, that he and chaos were the same. He was a burning ball of pleasure, uprooting the norms of society wherever he went, and he made no apologies for it. He craved, to his very core, the feeling of breaking societal norms, to doing the things that felt the most wrong, because in the end, the pleasure that gave him was overwhelming. He drank in the insanity and ecstasy it brought to his mind. As he tumbled through his first two “adult years”, he learned that every step deeper into the chaoe made him desire so much more. Like the term chasing the dragon, it was never enough, and Jake was uniquely positioned to want more, every day, every moment. Passing by a homeless man whose entire life laid bare in garbage bags and a rusty shopping cart, Jake felt at home. This alley, long, narrow, full of mystery and darkness, craving and despair, was so normal to him. The homeless man didn’t give him much attention. He was sure the man wasn’t used to such a beautiful specimen walking near him, yet the man probably held no desires for him either. A shame, because even the slightest interest and Jake would have no issue giving himself freely. That was another mentality that Jake married with his hedonist attitude – giving of ones body freely. Jake wanted to be owned by the world, he wanted to be the boy the broke the bonds of desire and gave men exactly what they wanted. A sharp yet disturbed smile crossed his face thinking about the first time he lowered his tiny ass down on a homeless man. The rush of pure fowlness from the act, something very few people would do, especially at the level of his beauty, drove him forward that night. To feel that man’s hands, shaking out of pure pleasure, as he groped Jake’s 19 year old dream body, made Jake begin leaking profusely down his 5 inch cut cock. He listened to the rhythm of the man’s breathing, as his hole welcomed the homeless mans cock into his warmth. The fast breathing from the man stopped, and indelible sign of him in awe at the pleasure that he was receiving. With the man sitting against the dumpster, Jake straddled him pushing him deeper inside. The breaths started again, but much slower. It wasn’t that the man wasn’t excited, it was that his excitement and morphed into reality, his hands slide up and down Jakes skinny body, less excited, more in awe and craving every inch. Jake’s eyes rolled behind his lids. There was beauty in this. This man, stinking of booze, understood what he was holding. He gingerly grabbed Jake’s boney hips, something that Jake recognized made the man a bit harder, and slowly started working Jake up and down. In the pale combination of the moonlight that night, and the reflection from the orange street lamps, the man could make out the glorious tattoo covering Jake’s back. Jake’s shoulders, covered in what appeared to be angel wings. However the feathers at the bottom of the wings were molting, down his back, on fire. The molted, burned feathers piled in a neat burned pile at the small of Jake’s back, where very appropriately, Jake’s tramp stamp had the word “MONSTER”. Jake had designed that tattoo with great care. His angelic looks represented the angelic wings upon his should blades, but his demonic and hedonistic nature was represented in their molting and burning. He was chaos, he felt he was born for this. The man’s breathing and picked up pace again. Of course it had, Jake was in a trance, his perfect hips gyrated with tenderness yet desire to milk this man’s cock like he never had before. He wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure, but he wanted the man to suffer forever knowing that he would never have a fuck like Jake again, unless he somehow came upon him. Chaoe. Jake loved the dichotomy of his actions. To give such pleasure as to leave the person emotionally, physically, and spiritually devasted. When he was in anyones arms, he was their god. When he left, he was their nightmare. He was the monster that at 18 he really started to contemplate, and a year later, he had begun to live his vision. Jake picked up the pace. Nevermind the fact that the dirtiness of his act had already made him cum twice, he was still in his trance. This cock was the greatest thing inside him. No condom, no questions, just pure skin to skin bliss with a stranger. Every cock, when it was in him, was the greatest thing to him. The man was moaning, gently. It felt like a lovemaking session in many ways, from the gentleness of his hands on Jake, to the volume of his breathing, intimacy abounding in a crooked way. No there was no love here. Love didn’t surround Jake. But false pretense of love, of intimacy, was just as palpable and desirable. This lead to every fuck, to Jake, being the best one there could be. The man’s right hand crept up Jake’s chest, with Jake pulling off his shirt. He now was in a blue jock strap and clunky shoes, and nothing else, riding this homeless man by the dumpster. The man’s hand swirled around Jake’s nipple, feeling the barbell piercing, and moved higher to his neck. Jake felt the man being to squeeze his neck, and Jack let out a tone…not so much a sigh, but a sound of pleasure. The deed was moving in this direction now. The man had groped and touched Jake all over by now, Jake’s hole and been thrusted into hundreds of times, and now the man was allowing himself to understand the object of Jake’s nature. It was only right and responsible, of course, for Jake to lean into it. As the man clenched Jake’s throat, Jake’s sounds became more audible, ricocheting throughout the alley that night. He didn’t care. Who would stop him? Who wouldn’t want in on this action? And he would give it to them. The man’s left hand continued to hold onto Jake’s hip pulling him down harder. The deed continued to escalate. Jake followed what was indicated. Slowly he picked up his thrusting down on the man’s dick. Within minutes, the slow, almost beautiful start was a wicked fuck session with Jake’s boney ass slamming up and down upon this man’s thighs. Cum dripped down Jake’s balls onto the pavement below, the man too busy being completely wrapped up in his own headspace to realize that Jake had now cum four times. He hadn’t even touched Jake’s dick, he was only involved with focusing on milking his DNA into Jake now. The world melted away from them both. The sounds emanating from them become guttural, without any regard for the rest of the residents of this dark alley. Jake was not only feeling ecstasy, but he was seeing it. The colors of the alley, the darkness mixed with the moonlight, the warm tones of the spare streetlights, the bits of greenery that existed, all created a kaleidoscope effect to his eyes. In some ways he left his body, his mind looking down at the deed, his white cum scattered in front of him on the asphalt, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, seeing the man begin to scream “oh god! Oh god!”. The sound of his ass slapping against the man were so loud at this point. Jake could see that he was completely possessed by this act, this act of lust, this act of chaos. As the man’s cries become louder and Jake understood he was close to his orgasm, Jake pulled off him, flipped himself around, and started to ride this homeless man staring him in the eyes. Jake stared his truly piercing blue eyes into the man’s, into his heart, into his soul, into his very fiber of his being. He bent forward, fucking himself on this man’s cock as hard as possible. Beads of sweat glistening all over his body. He was the angel of beauty, and the despot of pleasure. He locked his lips with the man, causing an electricity to shoot through them that was beyond description. The man was making so many noises, yet Jake continued to make out with him. He could taste the alcohol on his tongue. Jake loved himself, was so proud of himself. The man held tight on Jake’s hips instantly, slamming into him harder than ever before and holding him down. “Yes! Give yourself to me!” Jake whispered. Sultry, darkly, Jake wanted this moment to be remembered. “I don’t care where you or your dick has been sir, fill me with you. Do it! Fucking do it!” Jake’s orders rang true as the man exploded into a shaking orgasm. Jake felt the cum erupt so deep inside him that he began his fifth, but by far his most explosive orgasm himself. He watched his average dick fire off massive wads of cum shooting over the mans head and coating the dumpster with his signature. The man’s cock pulsed powerfully inside Jake as he started to ride it again, desperate to milk this strangers loads as deep in his as possible. Jake didn’t care about the man’s pleasure at this time, this was about him, this was about his desire, his NEED, to have ever single drop that this man could provide him. It was written into Jake, this absolute addiction. He sound of the amount of cum flowing from Jake’s ass and recoating the cock that just obliterated his hole with that thick milk only intensified the moment. The man’s orgasm was intense, still greatly firing off loads inside him. Jake had stopped cumming, but his cock was pulsating to the point of pain. He leaned in and made out wildly, any effort at all to bring this man to give him any more drops of his DNA. Jake was covered in sweat, which felt amazing as the man’s hands went back to exploring, and now slipping all over his body as he emptied every last bit of himelf into Jake. Pulling off his dick, kneeling on the asphalt, Jake immediately attacked the homeless man’s 7 inch cock with his mouth. Never would Jake leave the scene without ensuring he could get every drop of cum that didn’t make it into his ass. The man looked upon in wonder, disgust, amazement, at this slut that outdid any other slut he’d ever known to exist. Not only was the boy a wild ball of chaos and sin, but he was of ultimate perfect beauty, and had just given that freely to him. Jake remembered that incident well, because of course it happened in this alley. It was his favorite alley to cruise. Many more he had visited, and many more he had fucked in, some he woke up in the next morning, sometimes even naked. But this was his first, that year ago, when he decided there was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do to continue his quest for absolute chaos. Now, amongst his many other escapades, and hundreds of back alley breedings he had received, his need to chase the dragon flared again. The level he had reached was not his final landing point, he had much deeper to delve. Tonight was not productive in the alley. Wherever its normal residents were, they were either asleep in the darkness, or out up to their own devices. It didn’t matter, this was a place of life for Jake. It was home, in a way a home from home, and whatever broken part of his brain that enjoyed this, needed to breathe it in from time to time. Coming to the end of the alley, he turned, walking another two blocks through some very dilapidated streets. This was a rough neighborhood, but Jake fed upon it. It didn’t matter to him. Risk was an addiction, and he was fully addicted and quite educated in the street life. He walked with confidence and without fear, it just wasn’t a part of him. A few more blocks and he came upon and larger brick home. The street itself was just as fucked as the rest of them. Front lawns filled with tall grasses and weeds, litter scattered all about. Some homes stood as a tribute to the shallow husk of their former selves, mostly burned. Other plots had nothing else but a concrete slab. Most had bars on the windows and that felt good to Jake. Chaos reigned here, and he felt at home here as well. As with all these types of streets, 4AM wasn’t a quiet and peaceful time, but a mix of areas of serenity, and areas of copious volume. Walking up the broken, unbalanced concrete steps to the porch of the house, the door opened before he could knock. This house was a tip from some guy that fucked him at one of the many bathhouses in the city a few days ago. The guy said it was known by its nickname, the Last Stand. Said it wasn’t for the weak, and by looking at Jake at first thought that there was no way Jake would ever be someone who should go there. Rough neighborhood, rough men, rough life. But then the men fucked Jake, and fucked him again, and shared him with his friends, and then strangers, and then almost 8 hours later, while Jake was still high on the chaos surrounding him, the rented room in the bathhouse stinking of sex, sweat, and Jake’s almost innumerable amount of heavy cumshots, along with the waterfall of cum flowing from his used hole, the man understood that this fallen angel would be perfect for the Last Stand. The man who answered the door had a shaved head, right down to the skin. His scalp was covered in tattoos, mostly skulls and dark looking things. Jake was excited already. The rest of the man was a patchwork of more deviant darkness. He was exceptionally thin, holding some cheap liquor in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in his mouth. He looked Jake, all 100lbs of him, in his sleeveless black tee and his short shorts, down his perfect legs, back up to the top of his blonde head, up and down a few times, looking disinterested and yet allured at the same time. “Ya know you gonna get thrown around like a rag doll,” skinhead muttered with his cigarette still stuck in his mouth. “We don’t got any rules here.” Jake peered inside. The house was pretty filthy, the waft of strong alcohol and cigarettes nipped at his noise. Another very pleasant scent, in Jake’s world. The inside looked as Jake had expected. Stained carpets, minimal lighting, shadows dancing on the wall, many men of all sizes, sans a twink, sitting around, mumbled conversations lifting into the air. The sounds of sex came from deeper in the house, panting, moaning, thrusting. It was all there, if one listened close enough. “Name’s Hanney,” skinny-bones said to Jake. Hanney looked like he had seen ALL the shit that life had to throw at him, probably some prison as well. He was a ruined man, probably early 30s, but his rugged leather face made it look like he had lived 10 lifetimes, his body finally subsiding to all the abuse that life had thrown at him. He was incredibly sexy to Jake. Jake wanted to drink in his experiences, into his own soul, milk him of his pain, and bring him pleasure. “Now you gone get out of here bitch boy. I know your type, you don’t go no chance here,” Hanney said. Jake lit a cigarette. Smooth and sultry, he slowly exhaled. He watched Hanney looking him up and down. The man had the ability to show disinterest and desire in a single look. Jake took a step closer to Hanney. Hanney’s voice raised, “I’m tellin ya, you don’t belong here. This is the real fucking deal, you won’t be walking straight after you are done.” Jake’s soul peering eyes met Hanney’s lifeless ones. This man just existed. He existed for sex, for alcohol, for pleasure, but there was nothing in his eyes. At the opposite end, Hanney stared into Jake’s eyes. Jake was peering into his soul. There was chaos, deviancy, and darkness in this boy. He had had a few dumb twinks show up here before, likely being tipped off by some other slut in the city, and he turned them all away. Those boys just wanted a quick fuck, not a week of delving into darkness and intense pleasure. Of course, the regulars would love a twink to break in, but none that appeared looked to have the stamina for an hour, less then whole night. But this one, this one had the eyes of an addict. He had the eyes of one that was experienced. His gaze pulled on Hanney, like a dark hand pulling him closer. Jake pulled his shirt off, standing on the porch, showing his immensely beautiful body. The metal b barbell piercings struck the light of the moon, twinkling against Hanney’s lifeless eyes, and the diamond belly piercing flattered his tight stomach. So matter of factly, Jake pulled Hanney close, noses touching, and uttered “Use the living hell out of me…now.” Like an explosion of desire, Jakes knees slammed into the dirty carpet right inside the house. Damn the door, Hanney couldn’t care less. Hanney shed his stained wifebeater, revealing his boney tatted body, scars and all. He pulled down his jeans without even unbuckling his belt. Grabbing at Jake’s shorts, he pulled them down over Jake’s thin thighs, and Jake felt the world shudder as Hanney slammed into him with all his might. The groan that emanated from Hanney’s mouth was pure bliss. Jake’s body shuddered with Hanney’s entry, but he knew Hanney just learned how loose he was, and how he could be delved into with an ounce of lube. As the door remained over for the neighborhood to see, Hanney lost himself. Instinctively he began thrusting, grunting, so animalistic and raw. The room quieted, most of the men older, heavier, hairier, became fixed at this immediate display. The smile on Jake’s face gave it all away. He was different, he was born for this, he was getting what he wanted. Within moments the room had disrobed completely and were surrounding Jake. His knees burned into the carpet, Hanney completely lost in the void of his lust to be inside Jake. As the night was so hot and humid, and this house, not surprisingly had no cooling, Jake could feel the sweat beads of Hanney dripping down his back. The men looked in wonder at the mural of darkness covering Jake’s back, their cocks fully erect at the deed. Hanney was fucking him like a madman, his eyes were pure white as his pupils had rolled back into his head. The men surrounding them were groping each other, making out, and generally adding to the feeling of pure pleasure that Jake was feeling. Within a few moments, an older but fit man had slammed his dick into Jakes mouth. Jake began to suck but then tasted the acrid piss emanating from the mans cock. Not to ever disappoint Jake gulped at the piss, showing these men that he was above nothing as Hanney’s skeletal fingers dug deep into his boney thighs with his powerful and wild thrusts. Hanney was lost completely in the moment, controlled completely by Jake’s perfect body and hungry hole. Jake lapped at the piss, swallowing every drop even as his body heaved back and forth by the power of Hanney’s wild thrusting. Jake continued to suck the wet cock in his mouth, making it grow stiffer and stiffer, feeling as it Hanney’s dick was so deep that it was protruding out of his stomach. He was meant for this, and he had barely even made it in the front door. Hanney’s moans and howls were overwhelming. The sound of the echoed throughout the neighborhood. The men didn’t seem to care. They just added to the chaos that already existed out there. Hanney began shaking uncontrollably, his body giving in to the extreme orgasm that was building within him. Jake only added to the mania. “Fuck every bit of yourself into me Hanney!” He screamed. “Fuck your life, your sadness, your broken hopes and dreams, your dissapointments, your deviancy, your pain directly into my fucking soul!” The men were stunned at Jake’s words. Jake had a feeling they would be. Amongst the many things that set Jake apart, it was his understanding that the pleasure from sex was physical, spiritual, and emotional. The act was just as important as the words, was just as important as the setting. “Don’t hold back on me for anything. Harder, fucking harder. Destroy me. I need it harder Hanney!” Hanney’s thrusts were shaking the floor, his body was soaked with sweat, dipping all over Jake, he shuddered over and over again as the orgasm built to its maximum intensity. Grabbing Jakes hair, he ripped his head back for a few final wild thrusts. No moaning came from Hanney, instead, a scream of absolute mania as he released himself deep into Jake. He convulsed in pleasure and bliss as he gave Jake copious amounts of his DNA, Jake adding to the milking process by slamming back on Hanney’s cock like a wild bitch not even close to be satisfied. Cum frothed and foamed around Jakes hold, dripping down his taint, down his balls. Another orgasm hit Hanney again, unexpectedly and Jake felt the torrential explosion of Hanney’s absolute lust and desire slam deep inside him. Jakes limp dick swung under him, yet he also convulsed with the truest pleasure imaginable as it felt like a fire hose was going off inside him. He orgasmed, not even being hard, all over the carpet, spraying an immense volume of cum everywhere. The men surrounding the event stared in pure amazement. This was not expected from this boy, but now, now it was the greatest event they had even seen, and the look on Jake’s face told them he was just getting started. Hanney, finally catching his breath, whispered quietly, “We have to get him to the basement….” All the men looked around at each other, nodding. The knew the setup down there would be the perfect place to test Jake’s limits, or enjoy the bliss in trying… To be continued...