ChainedBoy

Moderator's Note: This thread was moved to the Backroom at the poster's request. Since this started out in the General Bareback Stories section, the Backroom content will not appear in the first chapter. Boy, it’s time… You know how it is: You try to fuck your boy as often as daily life permits. But when you’re a Daddy married to a fuckpig; it’s your duty to get your boy well and truly used from time to time. So when I noticed Del’s stress levels rising, I knew it was time. Friday afternoon and we both just logged off from work for the day. Thats when I surprised him. All I had to do is say those three magic words, “Boy, it’s time.” Del hugged me excitedly, gave me a big kiss, and scampered off to clean out and pack his trick bag. Soon enough we were headed to our favorite cheap motel on the city’s east side. You know the kind I mean. Single story. Locally owned. No name other than ‘Motel’. We check in requesting the room at the far end of the building. The owner gave me the same knowing smirk he always does. ”Have fun.” he growls as he slaps the keys on the counter. I don’t need to describe the room. The place is a hole. Perfectly suited for the events to cum. I connected to the internet and start posting to all the sites and cruising the apps. Because of the motels location, this place has several long-term residents. People on the fringes of society, let’s just say. Within minutes, I heard a familiar light knocking. I opened the door. It was Russell. It’s always Russell. “Saw your car,” he said to me absently. “Been awhile, Del!”, he proclaimed as he stepped in, stripping as he entered. Now, Russell is not a good-looking guy. But he’s mid-forties and former military - so the body is solid - and he’s got a standard issue dick that always delivers the goods. Del was instantly on his knees sucking Russell’s dick. Seconds later he got his first raw fuck of the evening. Head down - ass up at the edge of the bed. I take in the sight of my boy getting his first load. Russell pulled out and Del dutifully cleaned him off. “I’ll spread the word”, Russell promised as he put himself back together to leave. Trucker Paul, another ‘local’, was next. Big burly older dude with a seemingly permanent cigarette dangling from his lips. Paul likes to get verbal. Del LOVES verbal. “You fucking pig! You back? You want more of this?!”, Paul sneered while grabbing his crotch. “Yes, Sir!”, Del dutifully replied, “Please, Sir!”. Paul started unbuckling his belt and opening his grubby jeans. Paul pulled out his fat stubby dick and shoved it into Del’s face. “Suck it, faggot! Suck my dick you useless pig!”. This was music to Dels ears. He sucked Pauls dick with abandon. Moments later, Paul shoved Del to the bed. Del assumed the position - head down, ass up. Paul stepped up and shoved his stubby dong into Dels hole. “Fuck! FUCKING PIG!”, Paul spat as he pounded Dels hole. A stream of profanity followed as Paul unloaded in him. With a slap on the ass, Paul was done. He picked up his pants, and turned to leave, only then did he acknowledge me with a nod of the head. Next up was the first web hookup arrival. Blue collar type. Still in his work clothes - likely worked the power plant nearby. Mid-thirties. Tall. Brown hair. Actually really damn good looking. I gestured him over to Del. ‘Blue’ hesitated briefly upon seeing Del stark naked. “Whoa, I just wanna get blown, dude”, he announced cautiously. “Have at it.”, I replied. With that he whipped out his already very hard dick and sat in the chair opposite me. By the look on his face, I think the sight of Del crawling over to him concerned him a bit. I stifled a laugh at that. But any concern melted away once Del’s very talented mouth was on his pole. ’Blue’ signed deeply once Dels mouth embraced his dick. His head hung back, his jaw fell open. It was obvious that it had been while since he had been blown. Poor straight boy. Del worked Blue’s dick with his usual skill. “Ohhhhhhhh….fuuuuuuuuuck”, Blue growled, over and over. He was getting some world-class cocksucking. After a bit, Blue stood up and grabbed Del’s head. He pushed his dong down Del’s throat and unloaded into him with a guttural growl. He stood there a moment, cock still down Del’s throat. And eventually released Del’s; head. Blue stood there dazed for a moment. Then, being the polite boy I trained him to be, Del said “Thank you!” as he wiped his mouth with his forearm. This brought Blue back to his senses, and he quickly composed himself and his clothes. As he was leaving I stopped him and said, “Tell your friends - were here all weekend”. Blue glanced back at Del as he licked the cum off his forearm. Then looked at me, gave me a wry smile, and left.. There was a break in the action for awhile. Then a sketchy dude stopped by. Street meat. (Seems word got around) Young, short, fireplug type. Scruffy as hell. By his look, he was no stranger to ‘phamaceuticals’. I felt he might be trouble but Del likes sketchy dudes, and I can handle myself just fine. So after confirming he didn’t have any weapons on him, I let him in. I pointed him to the bath and told him to take a shower - with soap. He readily agreed. Felt bad for the guy. Clearly he had been on the street awhile. When he walked back out, naked, we were treated to a very nice sight. Hairy chest and legs. Full bush. A fat cock. And about a dozen random tattoos. ‘Sketchy’ lay flat on the bed, face up. Del immediately started servicing his thick meat. Once hard, Del greased that pole and rode that dick cowgirl. I always smile when I see Del fuck himself like that. Its strikes me as so joyous. Eventually, Sketchy bred Del good and deep. “Daddy, can we keep him?”, Del asked playfully. I chuckled, and shook my head no. Del happily sucked Sketchy clean. I fished a t-shirt out of my bag and gave it, a bottle of water, and some snacks we had brought to Sketchy as he left. As he walked out, another dude was just walking up. Not a ‘local’. I greeted him at the door. “Is this the place?”, he asked suggestively, grabbing his obvious bulge. I recognized his accent - Senegalese. He was one of the guys I had chatted up online. Tall, slim, black, late 30’s early 40’s. I opened the door further so he could see my boy naked on the bed. “Ah..it seems so..”, he said with a smile as I stood aside for him to enter. I stopped my online cruising to take in this scene fully. He went up to my boy and kissed him sweetly. Few things get my boy harder than kissing. I watched as Del’s dick stiffened. “I am going to fuck you”, the new arrival said - his voice like honey, “I am going to fuck you…like a bitch”. That accent was hypnotic! I heard Del whimper. With that, this latest arrival stepped back and made a show of stripping down. His body was completely smooth. His entire body a hairless dark brown. Several inches of jet-black dong hung before him, flaccid. Del crawled over to him and took that uncut dong into his mouth. “That is right. That’s is right. Get it good and wet.” What followed was a sight to behold. My boy, legs up ‘like a bitch’ as this dark master walked up to him. Del urgently took the first popper hit of the night. I watched as this black god slowly pushed his thick nine inches into Del’s hole. “Mmmm…yesss…very sweet”, hissed the stranger when he was balls deep. A slow and steady fuck ensued. One speed. A constant slow methodical fuck. Now, my boy has stamina, but this was testing his limits. For half a hour I watched that wrecking bar slowly piston my boy’s hole. By that time, Del was shaking with lust. His cum hunger eventually overwhelming him. “Please! Please, cum in me! Breed me! BREED ME, PLEASE!” Hearing that, the fucker stopped cold, looked Del in the eys and simply said, “All you had to do…was ask.” Instantly, his cock and balls started flexing and he flooded my boy with cum. Del moaned loudly, his dick spasmed and shot his load all over his belly. I’ve only seen Del shoot hands free a handful of times, so this was one for the books. The fucker, having unloaded fully, began his long journey out of Del’s ass. It was beautiful to behold that huge black dong slide out of him. Del lay there, slackjawed, as he experienced that full retraction. Finally, he was out. He turned to me and said, “Now that - is how - you fuck - a bitch.” The fucker walked over and sat down with me - still naked - at the rickety table I was occupying next to the window. His cum-slicked dong hanging before him. I offered him a cigarette and we smoked in silence; taking in the sight of Del writhing on the bed, fingering his gaping fuckhole, wallowing in the moment. The fucker and I gave each other a knowing smile. After awhile, I noticed the fuckers tool was getting hella-hard again. He snuffed out his cigarette and quipped, “Time - for round two”. As he approached Del for the second time, I could see the apprehension in Del’s eyes. He looked over at me. “Daddy?” He said fearfully. “You know the rules, boy.”, I replied. I watched as the fucker lifted my son’s legs. “Daddy?!” I watched as the fucker kissed my son’s hole with his uncut dong. “DADDY!”, he pleaded while taking some of the bigger popper hits I had ever seen him take. I watched as this black master plunged into Del’s fuckhole once again. Del’s whole body shook - violently. “Shhhh…”, the fucker whispered as he stroked Del’s face, “…you need cock…you need cum…I will give you what you need…now, you give yourself to me.” As if by magic, hearing those words caused Del’s whole body to relax. “Better…much better”, said the fucker as he railed my son’s hole yet again. This guy, without a doubt, had some of the best fuckskill I had ever seen. When it was over. I shook his hand before he left and thanked him for destroying my boy’s hole so completely. I passed him one of personal cards and let him know he would be welcome message me about using Del again. Time for some aftercare. Examined Del’s fuckhole. Gaping open and distended. “Are you satisfied, boy? Did you get what you needed for today?”, I asked as I lay down and held him in my arms. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy”, he replied. “Daddy is so proud of you. I love you so much, boy”. Del snuggled into me - my little spoon - and softly spoke saying; “I love you, Daddy”. (End Part One)

336.

I am a faggot. No shame. None.

I really enjoy it. Especially with random hookups and bathhouse scenes. There’s a Fucker, a fuckhole, and a fuck. Words are meaningless and often a mood killer. When the Fucker is done using my cunt, he has every right to walk away w/o a word.

When I was young, I’d stay hella hard throughout the fuck. As I matured, I would be aroused part of the time. At this point in time, (gonna be brutally honest here) apart from the excitement hard-on at the start, I’m fully limp-dicked throughout the fuck. Now, at first I was bothered by this…I started wearing a jock to hide this fact. And that worked, but I didn’t like being covered like that. I accepted that every man’s body changes over time. So I embraced it. Now I proudly show off my limp faggot dick as a sign of my submission to the fucker using me.

I’ve gotten to the point when I can always stay soft and useless while getting fucked. Being flaccid with a man pounding my faggot cunt is very satisfying to me as (in my mind) it is a physical manifestation of my submission to the Fuckers will. I relish the look of superiority on their faces. When I take on the top role, I also enjoy seeing the bottom soft & useless for the same reason.

Wildly erotic!

It was a Friday night and I was browsing the hook-up aps looking to get laid. When I spotted a profile with the screen name ‘Doublewide’. Facepic was promising - heavyset, late 30’s, white guy; and a Top (which works for me). I was just about to message him when I get his IM. (Guess he caught me looking). We chat a bit, the usual pleasantries, and I ask if his screen name is because he lives in a trailer. He replies with a laugh emoji and says no. Then he sends a pic and says, “This is why”. It took my mind a few seconds to reconcile what I was seeing. It was his dickpic, yes. Fully erect. But it was the widest cock I had ever seen. Picture the dicks of two well-hung men merged together side-by-side as one shaft. My jaw literally dropped. In that moment I KNEW this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Without thinking, I immediately replied that I want him in me. He expressed reservations as he is all too frequently disappointed with bottoms that talk a good game but can’t deliver. I SWORE to him that I would not tap out. I sent him pix of my fuck-gaped faggot cunt, and one of me sitting on a good sized toy as proof. That seemed to - at least partially - allay his concern and soon enough I was knocking at his hotel room door. Let me skip ahead here. We’re naked. On his bed. He’s reclining against the headboard. Me on my knees face to face with his monster dong. My finger were nowhere close to getting around it. This is the best way I can describe how big & thick he was: Make a fist. Now look at the front of your fist. That’s what I was facing. I could not start to get it in my mouth. And I honestly started to have second thoughts about taking him in my faggot cunt. “You still wanna do this?” He asked warily as I attempted to service him. “Hell, yeah!, I replied. For I was NOT gonna go back on my word. He stood and positioned me kneeling at the corner of the bed. He greased my cunt and fingered me a good while; opening me up. I had brought my own poppers, but he said “No. Use this instead”. I opened it up and took a long drag in each nostril. These were old-school poppers. True amyl nitrate. I took another two long hits as he greased the wrecking bar between his legs. I felt his cockhead kiss my faggot cunt. I felt it pop my outer ring. I took another two deep hits. It was about to happen… He started pressing against my ass. His lubed, raw, doublewide insistently pushing against my back door. I took another deep hit. And then, his rail splitter punched into me. All at once, he was in me. “YES!”, he exclaimed. My pussy spasmed around his massive dong as a stream of precum drooled out of me and onto the bed. Time stopped as my body tried desperately to adjust to him. I felt every fiber of my body shake. I think I was on the edge of panic. He stroked my back. “Shhhh…shhhh…that’s it…”, he whispered. “Shhhh…it’s alight now…shhhh…Daddy’s home”. At hearing this, my mind exploded. A tidal wave of pleasure swept through my body. A profound guttural moan from the deepest recesses of my soul escaped me. My whole body went limp. I had opened myself - given myself to him. And so began one of the most transcendent fucks of my life. He began slowly enough there at the corner of the bed. Then he joined me on the bed and fucked me from behind. His pace steadily increasing. He then moved me effortlessly onto my back, my legs onto his shoulders. He passed me the poppers and told me to take the deepest hit of my life. I did so. I inhaled until my hand lost its grip on the bottle. He took the bottle from me and set it aside. I was on the verge of consciousness while he piled-drived me. It was relentless. It was brutal. It was rapture. Then, as I seemingly felt myself passed into and out of existence, I heard a distant voice say, “Oh fuck! OH FUCK!! I’m gonna cum!!” - I whimpered, “Daddy? Please…breed me Daddy”. A ROAR filled the room as a firehose of cum flooded me. I lay there impaled as torrents of seed jetted into me. That was when my own flood doors opened and a long steady stream of cum flowed out of me and onto my belly. Suddenly, violently, he ripped himself out of me. My whole body shook and spasmed at the loss. Out of nowhere, he straddled my chest. I could hardly breathe. He jacked his dong urgently. He lifted my head with his other hand . I instinctively opened my mouth and he, again, flooded me with another massive load. I swallowed all I could. The rest flowed down my jaw and neck. I think that was when I finally passed out. I’m not sure how long I lay there before I started coming too. I awoke to the sound of the shower shutting off. I reached behind me and ran my fingers around my sore, tired pussy lips. My cunt still gaping and drooling cum. Soon, he walked back into the room in his hotel robe. “You OK?” He asked as he handed me a bottled water. All I could manage was a smile. I sat myself up and I drank the full bottle of water. He instantly handed me another. I drank most of it too before standing up. I wobbled a bit as I staggered to the shower. I was in there awhile. The hot water felt amazing on my skin. He was sitting in one of the two armchairs when I walked back in the bedroom. Sipping whiskey in hand, and one already poured out for me. I joined him and we talked awhile. His name was Dwight. He was in town on business from New Orleans. He’s actually straight, married for 9 years with two kids. He explained that his wife just couldn’t handle him anymore and they agreed he could pursue ‘comfort’ when out of town. I could tell there was more that he didn’t say…there was was an unspoken equity happening at home while he was away. He groused that the few women who he tried fucking would always back out. One even claimed he had tried to assault her but eventually backed off. That was when he decided to start fucking gay men; reasoning they would be more keen to go for big meat and a lot less likely to claim they were assaulted. Smart guy. There was a quiet moment that told me it was time for me to get dressed and get going. As we approached the door, I thanked him for the hottest fuck of my life. He replied, “No. Thank you. That was the most satisfying lay I’ve had…in a VERY long time.” There was a solemn sincerity in that statement that made me pause. I was looking at a man who felt cursed. Tortured, even. There was really nothing more to say. He opened the door. I stepped out. The door closed.

I used to get hard - and mostly stay hard - when bottoming. As a good sub bottom, I completely ignored my dick. But there were complications. I’m somewhat bigger than average and some Fuckers would comment on my size compared to theirs. Not great to hear that the dude fucking you talk about wanting you to fuck them later/instead. Others weren’t bothered by my size but mistook my arousal for an invitation to handle my hard cock. Both of these situations are distractions best avoided (IMHO). Over time, I trained myself to stay soft and useless as that increased the Fuckers confidence, made me feel more submissive, and allowed me focus on making my faggot cunt feel as good as possible for the Fuckers cock. I toyed off and on with wearing a jock while bottoming, but it really didn’t do much for me; so I only did it if the Fucker preferred it. In those cases, out of sight really was out of mind. As I’ve gotten older, unwanted hard-ons haven’t been as much of a problem.

I’ll admit it; I do enjoy a porn scene where the top visibly cums once of twice on the hole he was fucking and then plunges his dick back in to deliver the rest of his load. Visually it’s a hot sight. But in the moment, nothing compares with balls fully emptying inside the fuckhole. And that applies for the top and the bottom, IMHO. What’s even hotter visually for me? Watching a cock and scrotum pulse over and over as the fucker empties entirely into the fuckhole. Hearing the fuckhole moan with cumjoy as he is made whole by white hot cum.

Most guys can get learn to suck dick like a pro. But there are some among us for whom being on their knees before a hard cock DEFINES them...for whom sucking cock is a religious experience that transcends our plane of existence. You know the ones I’m talking about - and for those men; ‘Gifted’ is an understatement.

I could see he was getting close, “Oh fuck, pig! I’m gonna cum!”, he bellowed. “Do it, fucker! Knock me up! Breed me!”, I begged. “Gonna POZ you up man. Gonna. Fuckin’. POZ!!!!”, he barely got that out before I felt his rock hard meat painting my guts with his sick seed. Time was suspended as I stared up at him between my legs. He ground his venom into me real good before finally going soft and sliding out. I immediately replaced his cock with a butt plug I kept handy. Nothing like getting a charged load on your lunch hour. Ain’t working from home great? Now, I have a fondness for rough trade. And this dude was just my speed: Skinny, bearded, heavily tattooed, and POZ - a gorgeous specimen. To think I had hit him up less than an hour before on one of the hookup apps. And here I was with his toxic baby batter safely stewing in my faggot cunt. ”You think it’ll take?”, I asked. “Should - I’m toxic as fuck.”, he replied while casually lighting a cigarette. Soon enough he got dressed and collected his gear. “Let me know if you wanna go again sometime, dude”, I said as he walked towards the door. He paused, got a wicked smile on his face and said, “Come see me tonight. Stop by just before 9 pm. Be ready”. With this, he handed me a business card. “Later pig”, he spat as the door shut behind him. I inspected the card; ‘Ruby Scorpion Tattoos’. The address put it on the south side of town. I have some ink on me, not a lot, but I hadn’t scratched that particular itch in some time. I had only started actively Chasing since making a New Years resolution to get POZZED by the end of this year. And finding a real unmedicated POZ fucker was proving a greater challenge than I had expected. So the prospect of getting another dirty load from this guy - especially in a tattoo parlor - got me hella excited. By 8:30; I’m cleaned up, cleaned out, and headed to the south side. As I’m driving through this unfamiliar part of town, I see a red neon scorpion in one of the windows. Definitely the right place! I hit the front door just before 9 pm. A bell announces my arrival. “We’re closed!”, said a big guy with a push broom, not bothering to look up. “Oh - umm...I was told to..”, I stammered. “We’re closed, ASSHOLE!”, he growled this time turning to face me. It was then that I realized I never got the name of the fucker that had bred me. I pulled the business card - no name on it. At this point, the broom guy started toward me with a purpose. This guy was big. I mean BIG: six foot four, broad shoulders, barrel chest, shaved head, goatee, wearing a white wife-beater that popped against his brown skin. And he was clearly pissed. I’m already turning to leave as he reaches for me. “Tiny! Hold it, he’s with me.”, I hear from the back of the shop as the fucker from before enters the front. ‘Tiny’ released me roughly as the fucker locked the front door and took me by the arm. “I’m sorry. I...I..didn’t know your name”, I offered a bit shakily. “Chill”, he replied as we crossed the room. “Yeah, sorry - your buddy ‘Tiny’ kinda freaked me out. I’m chill, I’m chill...”, I began. “No, I’m Chill... My. Name. Is. ‘CHILL’”, he corrected. It took me a second. “Oh...OK. Hi.” (Jeez this guy must think I’m a dork). He chuckled to himself as he walked through the shop. “So you already met Tiny”. I acknowledged him with a nod. He had resumed sweeping. “Come with me”, he ordered. I complied, lost in the moment. “Tiny, this is that new guy I told you about earlier.”, Chill said causing Tiny to stop sweeping. “Oh yeah?”, Tiny replied, “I’ll tell Sarge”. With that, Tiny disappeared into the back room. I followed Chill down a flight of stairs to a dungeon space. The room was painted black with red lighting. A sling hung in the middle. I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I was naked in an instant. Chill pushed me to my knees and hauled out his semi while I hit my poppers. I was sucking him nice and hard as I heard two sets of boots tromp down the stairs. Soon enough, Tiny had hauled me up - effortlessly, I might add - and set me into the sling. He secured my wrists and ankles firmly with velcro restraints. He paused to take in my body. I’m no huge prize, but I’m decent looking for a man who just turned 40. This was the first time I looked at Tiny in the face. He was handsome, with smooth features that made him ageless. He smiled knowingly, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Chill told us about you. About what you want. What you need,” he started caressing my cheek. I began to speak, “Shhhh,” Tiny whispered putting his index finger to his lips, “You’re here for a reason. You’re in the right place.” “This the pig you bred earlier”, a new voice bellowed. “You must be Sarge,” I said. He looked over at me with a cold glare. “No one’s talking to you.”, he uttered condescending while taking a puff of his cigar. Tiny, behind him, held his index finger to his lips again. OK, my bad - I thought to myself. Sarge was an older dude. Silver flattop haircut, clean shaven, muscle shirt, jeans, sleeves on both arms, and a face that told the story of a life lived hard. I watched as Chill undressed as he murmured something in Sarge’s ear. Tiny took his his cue and also started undressing. All the while, Sarge never taking his eyes off me. Sarge walked over to me. His two coworkers flanking him, stroking themselves absently. He took a long draw on his cigar. The tip of it glowed red. Smoke exited his nostrils menacingly. “Chill tells me you’ve been looking for...a certain something. Is that right?”, he asked. I nodded and swallowed hard. “Well, lucky for you, we may just be able to help you with that. Is that what you want?”. I nodded again as my cock twitched. He took another puff of his cigar and stepped back into the darkness. Chill stepped forward, greased his cock and pressed it against my hole. Tiny got me poppered up as Chill entered me. He was just as bone hard as he had been earlier that day. You ever take a cock that’s so hella-hard it feels like steel? That’s Chill. His dick may not have been the biggest, but it was veiny as fuck and I swear it was hard as stone. He got his fuck on. I could see his turgid tool sawing into me in the mirror suspended above. I felt and watched as my now soft, worthless, dick jiggled and bounced on my belly. I reveled in that expression of my submission. I could see Sarge’s silhouette in the background - his cigar glowing and fading from time to time. The smoke lending a haze to the dim red lighting. Having unloaded in me earlier, Chill took a good long time to get his nut. But nut he did. And gloriously so. He made sure to fully unload into me before stepping away. Less then a minute later Tiny stepped forward. Having taken off his shirt I could now see, even in this light, his full body tattoo. It was one magnificent piece, from his neckline down. He turned around slowly, arms outstretched, to let me take it In. I marveled at the artistry, at the patience it took, at the pain tolerance of the man. It must have taken years. That familiar red glow peaked and faded over his shoulder. Tiny seemed to enjoy the admiration - of me feasting my eyes on him. He smiled broadly and cued me to look up at the mirror. Doing so, I saw his equally magnificent black cock as he approached my cunt. Tiny, it was NOT. This was a cock any man would envy. Would fear. Thick as my wrist and almost as long. With a magnificent crimson head the size of a plum. I took a hard swallow as his foreskin kissed my pussy lips. I tensed at the thought of him entering me. From the shadows, Chill appeared and poppered me up. With that, Tiny began his long journey into me. His pliant cockhead entered me easily enough. Followed, slowly, by his ebony shaft. Slowly. Achingly slowly. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as his smooth raw cock travelled deeper and deeper towards my core. I felt him press against my inner ring. Somehow, Chill was right there poppering me up again. I could feel Tiny relent from my inner cunt. He whispered: “Give your self to me. I want to give you my Gift. Show me how much you want it, now.” In that moment, I felt my world open to him. Tiny slid effortlessly the rest of the way into me. A stream of precum flowed out of my soft useless dick onto my belly. He dipped a finger into it and brought it to his lips. “Sweet, like nectar”. He hissed. I was gone. Gone. I think I passed in and out of consciousness. I remember feeling myself move, rocking back and forth - as if in slow motion. My vision narrowed. I seemed to float up above myself. I could see myself being cleaved in half by this beautiful living rail splitter. Moments later, I realized I was looking at my reflection in the mirror. I wondered why I had not realized that before. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I marveled as Tiny’s black log appeared and disappeared. Over and over. A part of me wondered how he was doing that. Suddenly I tumbled back into myself when I heard a long scream. It was Tiny. His body convulsed as he delivered a river of charged cum into me. Flooding me. Tiny stood very still. I could see his chest heave for breath . He was covered in sweat, as was I. After a long moment I felt his magnificent third arm slip out of me. He staggered back, into the shadows. I didn’t need my hands to tell me my cunt was gaping open and dripping onto the floor below. I wallowed in that feeling of total surrender. Then I heard Sarge step forward. His cigar lighting the way. He took the cigar from his mouth and brought it down to my mawing cunt. I felt him circle my gaping pussy lips with it. The feeling was...indescribably perfect. He brought his cigar back to his mouth. With this, Chill and Tiny stepped forward next to him. Sarge savored the taste of cum on his cigar. Tiny leaned down to receive Sarge’s smoke filled kiss. He took another puff and shard that with Chill. I was witness to a sharing I never knew possible before. Sarge unzipped and hauled out his own very impressive meat. He slipped into my meathole all too easily. “Mmmm...just how I like it: Sloppy as all fuck.” Sarge pulled out and took hold of his long pendulous balls. Together with his cock, he brought them to my mawing cunt, and all at once ALL OF HIM was inside me. Sarge was fucking me with his cock and balls fully inside me. My mind reeled at the sight of it. He pounded me with fury. I watched slack-jawed as he pins toned my cunt until he delivered his demon seed into me as well. It was all too much - and watched as my now hard cock shot a no hands load on me chest. Rapture. It was rapture. Sarge took a step back and regained his composure. “Your journey is almost done”, Sarge said softly. With that signal, Tiny and Chill appeared on either side of me. A small spotlight shown on my left pec. Chill wiped me down as Tiny picked up his tattoo machine. It buzzed to life in his hand as he brought it to my skin. “I had my doubts when Chill brought you here,” Sarge shared. “He had to convince me. But you won over Tiny fairly quickly. And seeing you take them on as you did proved they were right. You were ready.” Tiny worked on me for a several minutes. I couldn’t make out what he had tattooed on my chest in the mirror above. As Tiny stepped away, Chill leaned in from his side and started with his machine. The buzzing continued. Sarge went on, “You’re part of a select few now. We’ve only given our collective Gift to three others before you. Each of us, you see, carries a different strain. All three of us are unmedicated POZ. And now, all three strains have found their new home in you”. The buzzing stopped. Tiny and Chill freed my hands. Sarge passed me a hand mirror. For the first time, I saw my transformation tattoo: A small Ruby Scorpion. It was beautiful. I felt a peace wash over me. As if I had reached the end of a long journey. Finally, I had come home.

Outstanding! Is there a second chapter?

OK, I just added “Men’s Fitting Room” to my bucket list of places I need to fuck. 😆 To answer your question: My fetishes vary...beards, tattoos, gingers, cigars, and anon among them.

You’re killing me with the description of that beach location! 😂