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I've cheated on every relationship I ever had. It's an addiction. I love how I feel doing it, I love the rush, the risk, and hell I've gotten hard when I've been found out. I've never claimed to be some highly moral person. In fact I've always considered myself a manifestation of chaos, but still there's practically no situation I can think of that I won't take the opportunity to love every second of being truly unfaithful.

Gawd this is fucking perfection. This is what all twinks should be doing. Letting daddies breed them like the object that they are

Truck stops Alleys -my favorite Churches Nature trails

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