ChainedBoy

Not in the slightest. One of the best fuck sessions I’ve ever had was from a guy whose cock was the size of my thumb. As long as the fucker is there to use and breed me, I’m good.

In my view, once a fuckhole agrees to take a raw cock - he has consented for receive the load. CUM INSIDE ALWAYS.

I was out of town on business. Of course, I stopped in at the baths. It was half price lockers and rooms that night. So even though it was a weeknight, the place was packed. I had a lot of fun. Sucked a couple of cocks, got fucked by a so-so guy...just to get things going, and fucked a couple of willing holes in the steam room. But I held my nut. Still, I was feeling very randy and my inhibitions, if I had any by that point, were fully suppressed. I had just finished fucking a boy and headed to the shower. And there he was...barrel chested, massive arms, broad shoulders, a bit shorter than me, red hair, blue eyes, MAJOR beard, and random tattoos EVERYWHERE that seemed to float above his pale skin. Stunning. And the fucker had a damn thick fucktool hanging between his legs and HUGE balls. Just scorching hot. He was standing there in the shower rinsing off and chatting-up who I assume was either his buddy or his most recent fuck. I wasted no time. None. Too much competition around for me to play it cool. He didn't even see me walk into the shower area. I walked directly up to him and grabbed his fat swinging meat. He turned to me. And before he could say a damn thing, I leaned in close, eye to eye, and said "Room 221...NO LIMITS. ANYTHING you fuckin want!". I held his cock and his gaze for a moment longer, letting him know I meant what I said. The look in his eyes and the feel of his fuckpole told me my message had been received. I turned and walked away before he could say a word. I went back to my room and waited. Stroking my cock in anticipation. I didn't have to wait long before he walked in, his towel dropped to the floor and so did I. I hit my knees and sucked his beautiful thick meat. He seemed to like it, but it wasn't getting him too hard. Abruptly, he turned around, put one foot up on the mattress and parted his ass. NOT what I had expected. But OK. I started licking his freshly washed fuckhole. Pink, tender, and oh so warm. I rarely eat ass, but this guy made me want it. (His being freshly washed certainly helped.) "Fuck, man - put it in me" he growled. OK...not what I was looking for, but also not a problem. As I had laid down some good spit and I was rock hard, I slid right in and pushed my entire weight against his. Be began cursing me. Actually growling. Ordering me to get on with it. Commanding me fuck him. So I did. Oh yeah...I did... I fucked him standing, bent over, legs up and a couple of other ways I cant even remember. And as I fucked him he became super hard. All the while cursing me out like a sailor. The more I long dicked him, the filthier his language, and the harder he got. And I mean, that cock was hard as steel - a nine inch wrecking bar. Suddenly, he ripped himself away from me. Quite violently, really. Then pulled me up to him. There was fire in his eyes. “Gonna pound your fuckin’ cunt!”. He spit those words at me. “Understand?!”, it was NOT a question. He smacked me hard across the face. I was stunned for a moment. He took control of my body; with absolute authority he pushed me to my knees on the rack. “Gonna split your fuckin pussy!”, he hissed as he brought his cock up my crack. I had no time to lube his cock or my hole. In a hot second he punched himself into me and was all-out pounding my hole from behind with THE HARDEST DAMN COCK I've ever taken. Sweat providing the only lube I would get. I was breathless. Overwhelmed. Pinned down by his steel rod pistoning into me without mercy, I flailed under him. He got loud - I got loud. He got louder. My senses were overwhelmed. I was sweating like I never had. The room was an oven. I opening the door. I was getting the fuck of my life and I needed to be seen...seen being used like meat. The doorway quickly filled with admirers. “Game On, Fuckhole!”, he sneered wickedly at me as his holewrecking intensifed. And he absolutely ravaged, RAVAGED, my cunt...viciously fucking me. Urgently, savagely - like a piece of meat - he yelled out “You like this, fuckhole? You like being used like a BITCH?!” He was a man posessed. He was assaulting my hole. Angry fucking with a vengeance I had never experienced. I fought to catch my breath. He slapped my ass - HARD. This was an animal charging up my hole. A force of nature, unstoppable. His rail splitter destroying my cunt. "THIS WHAT YOU WANT? THIS HOW YOU NEED IT?!”, he yelled. “Yeah...yeah...use it...take me...breed me...”, I stammered. My hole being absolutely wrecked. ”Oh you’re gonna get it, fuckhole....and you’re gonna get SOOO MUCH MORE!” As those words passed his lips, a long string of precum practically poured out of my turgid cock. I moaned at the prospect of this animal charging up my cunt. “Do it, fucker! Do it! CHARGE ME UP!!” I cried...I begged. ”You want it?! YOU WANT MY TOXIC LOAD, FUCKHOLE?!” I could tell he was barely holding it back. ”DO IT, FUCKER! PAINT MY GUTS! POZ. MY. FUCKIN. CUNT!” That’s all he needed. He dug his fingers into my flesh and he let loose an primal yell as he filled my wrecked pussy with his toxic load. Over and over he spasmed and spunked inside me. He churned his cream into me. Then he leaned in and growled in my ear, “I just fuckin’ POZZED your ass”. And that’s all it took - for the first time (in a long time) I shot a hands free load. Mind blown. I was gone. We, both of us, fell onto the rack - panting. My hole destroyed and distended. Wrecked. Beleive it or not, a smattering of applause came from the half dozen of so men watching at the door. We both had forgotten about them. “Thank you...thank you...don’t forget to tip your waitress!”, I announced as I closed the door. We had a really good laugh at that. An honest hearty bellylaugh. He was smiling sweetly through the thicket of his beard. The demon that had destroyed my hole was gone. The fire in his eyes was quenched - now a beautiful cool blue. My god he was beautiful. He pulled me against him. We lay there catching our breath. He ran his fingers on my wrecked, distended pussy...making me moan...making me whimper. We chatted awhile. Turns out; he is a natural top, actually hates getting fucked. His cursing me out? Not a show. But he can only get hard enough to fuck if he's been fucked first. Takes all kinds, huh? I told him how hot he looked in the shower, how fucking majestic his cock is, and how awesome a fucker he is. He actually blushed at that. This bull of a man BLUSHED at a compliment. Wow. All the while, his finger circled my pussylips...absently...like he owned it. And in fairness, he had every right to do so, for this bull of a man had claimed it like NO man ever had. He told me about his tats. He said he liked to my no nonsense attitude and complimented me for not pussying out on my no limits promise. That he rarely got to go balls out savage like he just had with me. He said that sheepishly. I thanked him for the recharge. He liked hearing that. After awhile, we stood...there was that awkward moment when he was about to leave. And then, he leaned in and kissed me for the first and only time...tenderly. His hand, that earlier had felt like a vise, softly caressing my face. It was a sublime moment. And then I watched as he walked down the hall, his towel draped over his right shoulder...the bare bulbs overhead causing his red hair to intermittently blaze, and his perfect white cheeks to glow as he passed under each one before turning the corner and disappearing. Neither of us asked the others’ name. I still think of my Red Bull.

I’ll tell ya - between those damn privacy dividers and guys being “urinal huggers”, it’s rare to see a cock in the men’s room anymore. So I’ve taken the initiative: Whenever I take a piss, I stand back from the urinal a half step further back than needed, but not so far back that it looks off. Allowing any dude that wants to get a good look. I also make sure I piss hands free (hands on hips, in my pockets, or working my cell phone) and that I’ve stroked myself to a semi state so that I show well. My experience has been that at least a good third of dudes will at least take a quick look. And a handful will similarly position themselves to show off to me.

Once a man offers one of his holes for an Alpha Fucker to use, he gives up control over what happens. He is a cumsleeve for the Fuckers cock. Period.

Whether I’m the top or the bottom...my answer is the always same: Breed beats Feed.

Anyone that knows me knows that I bareback. Why is that? Because EVERYONE barebacks.

Speaking ONLY for myself: When I suck cock, I have one of two objectives... 1. Usually, it’s to get the guy hard & hot enough to fuck & breed me. 2. Sometimes, I just want to be fed a hot load. There have been times I’ve opened my mouth to receive a hot load and the cock never touched my lips. Similarly, when I get my cock sucked, I wanna fuck the dude or cum down his throat. I get that for a lot of guys the suck is a much greater source of pleasure...guess I’m not wired that way.

I fell asleep ass up in a bathhouse once and woke to find some dude mounting my asscunt. It was hot. I had no problem with it. Certainly the setting had a lot to do with it.

A true submissive does not think of his cock while being pounded...much less touch it in any way. He should be focused on the DOM and his cock. I’m seeing a general agreement in the comments regarding that. So what about the sub having or not having an erection? If the sub doesn’t - I do see that as a well trained sub that had learned to channel all his sexual energy int his hole. And yes, I have felt a difference during the fuck. Their asscunt is more active because their sexual attention is more highly focused on the cock in their cunt. It is very satisfying to see the bottoms soft cock jiggling about while I pound him. But this level of self discipline is rare. If the sub does get hard (either intermittently or throughout the fuck) - I ignore it, of course - and expect them to do the same. If they succeed in doing so throughout the fuck, I will compliment them afterwards on their “forebearance”. While I have fucked some amazing ass, I know that their focus has been divided during the fuck. Do I let the any bottom cum in my presence after I’m done using them? No. Nor should they want to. They can jack off later. Self-Disclosure: I am a switch in service as a submissive to a DOM TOP in an open relationship. And while I try to stay soft when getting fucked by my Sir, I have not mastered that skill. I believe my duality (as a switch) will prevent me from mastering full cock control when I bottom. I am always in awe of the true 100% sub bottoms dick control.

Given the progression you described, he sounds like he may have designs on you for forced feminization. Don’t get me wrong - there have been several times when I’ve referred to my hole as pussy or a cunt. And done so to bottoms. To me these are power plays - shorthand for dominant and submissive. But his asking you if you are ready for “training” suggests a program for change of his design with an end desired result. Essentially, a change in self identification. In your post you describe yourself as “...naturally pretty hairless...slight and have a smallish dick”. These physical attributes may be what he perceives makes you a good choice for his plan. But you go on to say you are “...still very much a male”. This comment leads me to believe you don’t care to identify as feminine. You may want to check in with him as what his intentions and expectations are before you proceed. Failure to do so may lead to disappointment on his part, humiliation on your part, or worse.

When I hit the bath house or host a hotel party: It’s all about quantity. I’m there to get as many cocks and loads in me as I can. A shameless CUMRAG. A public CUMDUMPSTER. One on one: I’m more of a switch. Just as likely to be a top as a bottom. And that fuck is gonna be quality all the way.

A loose hole is just more fun to play with.

This started at a hole-in-the-wall neighborhood bar near downtown. This is a bar where MEN go to meet MEN. I ordered a beer, and was taking in the scene. The bar wasn't particularly busy, but it was still somewhat early, so I found a stool at the bar and settled in the wait, all the while admiring the hunky bartender. Initially I didn't notice the guy take the stool next to mine. He was an somewhat older fella, in his late 50's to early 60's, lean, grey for days; the Sam Elliot type. Somehow we introduced ourselves. His voice was, just like Elliot's, as gravelly as a country road, and his face was a roadmap of a hard life lived. This was a guy with a lot of mileage. Oh yeah, I was interested. Soon enough, I was in his house, naked, on my knees as he stood over me, unbuttoning his jeans to reveal a dirty jock. I started to pull it down, slowly revealing that beautiful biohazard tattoo above his bush. My jaw fell open. I locked onto his black eyes as his hard cock hit my chin. And I took him onto my mouth. The smell and taste of musk and sweat was intoxicating. He watched me service his cock like the submissive slut I was. I looked up at his face, at a look of entitlement and superiority. Yeah. He had that right. He was verbal too. Good and filthy. Told me exactly how to service his cock, his balls, how to work his nips. With that gravel voice, he called me his bitch, telling me directly "I'm gonna fuck your pussy, boy. I'm gonna seed you," and later "You know what you're gettin' tonight, boy? You want what I've got?" I shuddered and gasped, my cock and hole twitched in response. I stared at that tat above his rod and heard myself say,"Yes...please, please, I want it. I want it from you." I swallowed hard and bowed my head. He stepped away and finished undressing, "Show me your boy pussy", he growled. I responded instantly. With my knees on the edge of the bed, I spread my ass apart and showed him my cunt. The fucker dove in. He ate me out. Oh god, he was good. I felt his talented tongue. I felt the rasp of his mustache. His calloused hands. His fingers playing with my hole as he mumbled something unintelligible. Yeah, he had me moaning. This was happening, now. I had stepped off the ledge. There was no turning back. He was strong. He flipped me over. He lifted my legs and delivered them to me to hold. "Yeah...lift those legs in the air. Show me that pussy." I lifted them higher. He took in the scene. A look of satisfaction passed his face. In that moment, I knew I had become his bitch. Spitting on his hand, he coated his uncut meat. I watched as he kissed my hole with his ample wet foreskin. He looked me in the eye, and he pushed his raw cock deep into me. He held it there, allowing me to adjust to his girth, his heat. Absently, I murmured, "My pussy. Please...fuck my pussy...fuck my pussy...please, fuck my pussy." Over and over, barely a whisper, I said it. For in that moment, my fuckhole had become just that; a pussy to be bred. His cock hardened even more inside me. And he fucked me like he owned it. He fucked me legs up like the bitch I had become. And I swear to you; I felt whole. Abandoned to my base instincts. A stupid smile took residence on my face. I had given it all to him. For his part, he was pumping. Full bore drilling. Sweat dripping off of him and onto me. I felt him start to tense. His head fell back. And he roared as he shot inside me. I swear I felt every volley of cum course from his hairy balls, through his veiny cock, and I to my cum hungry cunt. Without having touched myself, I began to cum on my belly. Not in shots, but like a slow faucet. We both watched as it poured from me like syrup. He ground himself into me...for a good long time, churning his sick seed into me until he was satisfied. Then he slowly slid his cock out, and replaced it with two of his fingers. I felt his ragged nails scrape along inside me. I was about to yelp. "Shhhhh...There ya go!", he hissed, adding "Need to make sure, don't we?" He smiled sadistically at me, "Don't we?" It was too much to bear. I choked-out a yell as my cock spewed out yet another load. He held his fingers before me, slimed with cum and tinged with red. "Oh, yeah, beautiful. Verrrrry promising." My whole body convulsed at the realization. I honestly don't remember what happened immediately afterwards. I don't remember dressing. I don't remember driving back to my hotel. The next thing I knew I was standing in the shower in my hotel room and watching, transfixed, as the water would occasionally turn a soft pink as it swirled down the floor drain....

Cruel - yes...deliciously so. But I assure you: He wanted to get fucked.

Bareback fucking and hole breeding already is the norm. I don't remember the last time I saw a condom in use at a bathhouse or tricking with a dude who even had one in the house.

This really expresses it best for me. Well said, hawwkan.

Jake wold fuck me every once in a while. Usually when he couldn't get pussy. He was bi, former Navy, tattooed, unapologetic white trash. Oh, and he had a huge cock. I loved taking his bare dick up my ass. It hurt so fuckin good. I get a text from him at 1 in the morning: "GET YER FAGGOT ASS OVER HERE" This is how it usually went. I was good with it. I dress and head over...arriving minutes later. I know to simply enter without knocking. I see Jake and another guy chillin in living room. The smell of pot in the air, and at least a dozen empty bottles of MGD around them. "Roy - this is my cumpig." Yeah, that's Jake's classy way of introducing me to his friends. I know not to speak. Roy was a hot cub. Broad shoulders, beer gut, full sleeves, beard. Nice, And based on the look of contempt on his face; straight. Turns out, they're former shipmates. "Strip, pig!" Jake orders, I obey. I always obey. In seconds I am naked, on my knees, and crawling over to Jake. "See? What did I tell ya?" Jake says to his buddy, "Got this bitch trained." I unzip Jake's jeans and take his semi-hard cock in my mouth the way I know he likes. Jake has a fuckin awesome cock. It's big, veiny, and leaks precut like a garden hose. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Roy take a long draw of his beer as he watches me service his buddy. Jake stands and strokes his cock to full hardness. I turn and give up my fuckhole. Jake spits on my hole, rubs his leaky cock up and down my crack and plunges in. I moan like the whore I am. I see Roy sitting there, his face is made of stone...as is the bulge that is growing in his jeans. "Damn nice piece of ass, bro. Check it out," he says as he turns me so Roy can see his big dick plowing me. "You like that, bitch? My big dick fuckin your pussy?", said Jake as he thumped me head with his right hand. I know better than to answer. He isn't really talking to me. After awhile, Jake pulled out and gives my bare ass a hard slap. "Go on. Go suck my buddies dick!" I crawl over to Roy and work his jeans. He offered no resistance. I fish out his fat stubby dick and go down on it. I see his dead eyes light up as I bottom out on his fat pole. I make sure he get a nice suck job. I'm down there a good ten minutes all the while, Jake's encouraging Roy, talking up my skills as a cocksucker and how my pussy is even better. It's working. Roy is playing along. He has done whatever mental gymnastics he needed to do to accept what was happening and what was about to happen. With of snap of Jake's fingers, I take my place bent over the arm of the sofa, ass up, face down. "Go ahead, bro...fuck that pussy!" Roy stood dropped trou, and thrust his fat cock in my ass. I'm diggin this. Ive got a hot, straight man fucking my hole bareback. For the first time since I arrived, Roy speaks: "Damn...damn, that is a hot fuckin' cunt, bro!" There is something perfect about being spoken of casually by others as a piece of fuckmeat. I never get tired of it. "Yeah it is", Jake replied, "Go ahead, bro...fuckin' breed that pussy!". Jake says encouragingly. Roy is trippin' on that. He really starts pounding me. "Oh fuck! Gonna cum! GONNA. FUCKIN'. CUM!", Roy growls as he pounds my hole harder, faster, deeper. "Fuckin' A! Go for it...breed that worthless cunt!", Jake yells. "Oh, shit! Oh, SHIT! OHHH SHHHHHIIIIITTT", Ray bellowed as he dumped his babies into me. It had to have been a massive load...I could feel it spilling out around his fat cock, down my taint and onto my balls. Roy was in bliss. He absently churned his cream in me. "Alright!", Jake exclaimed, bringing Roy back to reality. "How was your first faggot cunt, bro?", he asked. "Damn bud,,,you weren't kidding....Shit. That really is some good fuckin pussy, man.", he commented as he pulled his softening cock out of me - leaving me hollowed out. I immediiately hit my knees again and lovingly started cleaned Roy's softening bone with my tongue. "The hell?...Ohhhh daaaaamn!", Roy exclaimed, "I've NEVER had a bitch clean me off - EVER!", Roy sighed as he allowed me the honor of cleaning his cock of his precious seed and my ass juices. Jake and Roy exchanged a high-five and slumped back on the sofa. "Thanks, man - I fuckin needed that!" Roy said to Jake as he lit up another joint. Jake gave me a glance that said he was done using me. Without a word, I dressed and left. "I am Jake's cumpig. I am Jake's cumpig. I am Jake's cumpig" I repeated this to myself as I drove home with a crooked smile on my face.

This happened years ago. I had gone out find a hole to fuck and breed. Yep. Plain and simple. There were several men out that weekend. But I just could not land one. As the night wore on, there he was, on the margins, always looking my way. Nice enough looking: late 30's, average height, a little heavy, cute, a bit reserved. But I saw something in his eyes...a hunger for cock. For cum. For more than he had experienced before. My testosterone levels must have been through the roof. Because soon enough, we were at his apartment, naked. He, servicing my hard cock. Me using his throat. Holding the back of his head down on me. Using him for my pleasure. And him enjoying every bit of it. His stubby dick, which I refused to let him touch...at least not yet...dripping for release. I made it damn clear I was POZ, that I was gonna fuck him bareback and that I would NOT pull out. I could see desire and apprehension in his face. But I've learned how to heighten the first while leveraging the latter. I knew he was enjoying the idea of danger. Intoxicating. So I upped the ante with rough, POZ talk. After a good bit of foreplay, I had him on his side, me behind him. Holding him tightly to me as I grunted breathy, filthy words into his ear. Telling him not to worry, how he shouldn't deny himself anymore. My very hard cock grinding at his back door. He was breathless, speechless with excitement. The key to a good fuck is to fuck the bottoms mind first. I made him say he wanted my cock in him. That he wanted me raw. Then I distracted him; I made him refer to his hole as a pussy. As a cunt, made for cock and seed. I had him beg me to fuck his pussy. My hard cock kept knocking insistently at his hole. I told him how I knew what he needed. That I could the hunger in his eyes, a hunger he had denied himself feeding his whole life. I told him that I would give him what he needed, what he craved...but first I would some lube. I felt him attempt to move towards the bottle on the nightstand. I did not allow it. "No, no." I guided his hand to his stubby dick. "Jack yourself off", I ordered. He complied. "Good boy. That's it...Now, you had better cum big...and do you know why?" He was unable to respond, for he was jacking furiously in anticipation of what I was about to say. "Because I'm gonna use your own cum for lube. You want that don't you?" Again, no reply - his breath growing more shallow, more rapid. I was drunk with power. He was under me complete control. And when he was just about to do so, I ordered him to, "CUM NOW!" He came as ordered. "You're gonna want to catch every drop, boy." I sneered as he came into his hand. His whole body convulsing. I released him just enough for him to move him cummy hand to his fuckhole. He shamelessly slathered himself and my cock with his own seed. "Thats right..lube up that pussy for me." The whole room smelled of cum. I pulled him even tighter towards me as my now urgently hard cock penetrated him in one long thrust. He yelped. "Is this what you wanted?" No reply. Just his gasps. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?!" I barked. "YES!!", he cried. "My raw, POZ cock in your worthless cunt?!". He was shaking by this point. I could see him trying to form words. "Answer me.", I insisted. "Yes...yes...", he whispered. So I got my fuck on. Oh yeah, I. Got. My. Fuck. On. And I pounded his hole with one arm around still wrapped tightly his chest and the other around his neck. There is something oddly satisfying about watching a man struggle to breathe while I fuck him. There's a moment when you can see the desire for mix with panic. You can sense it like a presence in the room. If you've ever experienced it, you know. "Tell me what you want.", I said. No reply. "Say it....say it.", I persisted while longdicking him . "Oh god...OH GOD" he cried. I laughed and sneered, "Oh no, fuckhole...god can't help you now. That time has cum and gone....funny thing is...in a couple of minutes, I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna cum..and then I'm gonna go. But first, I need to hear you ask for it." He was barely holding together now. "Say it.", I insisted as I intensified my pounding. He started to mumble words. "SAY IT!" I commanded - barely able to forestall myself from cumming. "OH, FUCK...OH FUCK! PLEASE, BREED ME! GIVE ME YOUR DIRTY SEED! PAINT MY GUTS! I NEED IT! POZ ME!!!" He bellowed. That was when the flood gates opened and two weeks of charged seed filled his boypussy. I howled with release as I churned my sick cream into him. That satisfying cumsloppy fucksound I do so enjoy filled the room. I stayed in him as long as I could, grinding my toxic load into him. He whimpered as my softening cock slimed out of his oozing cunt. Only then did I release my hold on him. When I was done. And he lay there panting...used in the way I wanted to use him. I got up, wiped off, and dressed. All the while, he lay there panting. The realization of what had happened just starting to dawn on him. I stood there a moment, taking in the sight of this piece of meat I had used. A bead of my toxic seed dribbled down the crease between his thigh and his asscheek. A wicked smile took residence on my face. The time for words was done. I simply left, stepping out into the cool night air. It felt damn good.

I can't remember ever asking a Fucker to be gentle or go slow. In fact, a powerful single thrust while entering me...the type that takes my breath away, that causes a bead of cold sweat on my brow, that makes me grit my teeth and grip the sheets is always preferred as it sets the tone for what is to cum.

Everyone had seen this same little muscle boy at the baths dozens of times. Young, beautiful body, perfect bubble butt. Oh, and he knew it too. You know the type: Teasing all the older men in the place. Promising to put out and then scampering away. There is an unspoken brotherhood that developed among some of us. We were all sick of this little shit. Somewhere in the back of our collective unconscious, we knew there would come a reckoning... And then came that fateful night. Pretty boy was there, playing his usual game the whole night. But this night would go very differently for him. He had wandered into the darkroom. As he went from one man to the next...playing his little game...the guy next to me who pretty boy had been teasing grabbed the boys wrist. He tried to get away. But another pair of hands took hold of him..to my surprise, they were my hands holding him in place. He started to yell - and from the fray, a third put of towel over his mouth. In an instant, it was on. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Under cover of darkness, pretty boy wa taken to the open fuckbench at the back of the room. All the while, he fought us. Somehow, his doing so made my cock all the harder. There were five of us holding him down on the fuckbench. One man on each extremity, one straddling his back and holding the towel over his mouth to muffle the sound. And another lubing up his cock. For the first time ever I was thankful for the too loud club music blasting over the speakers, drowning out his muffled cries. The man sitting on the boys back said, "You played your game once too often, pretty boy. If you're gonna tease - you're gonna please!" As he said this, the one standing spit on the boys hole. And with that, the first of us plunged his raw meat into the boy. The die had been caste. We could not turn back. We moved with quickly, efficiently, and a collective purpose. Each of us would take turns hate-tucking that boy, trading off holding his arms and legs down for a turn at his open cunt. Other men would enter and leave the darkroom. Each assuming it was a scene that had been arranged. Some watched and jacked off. It was theater in the round. That made it all the hotter. I was 5th in line. By that time, he wasn't putting up much of a fight anymore. His cumsloppy hole was beyond loose. Gaping is what it was. Yeah, I fucked his distended pussy. I added my dirty seed to the four that had cum before me. Three of which I knew for a fact were also POZ. Number six had been the vocal one sitting on the boys back - talking smack the whole time. He slipped his cock into the boys mawing cunt. "Shit! Like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Worthless! Boy, your hole isnt wrecked....", Six said as he jacked himself, "...it's fuckin CONDEMNED..." and with that he plunged his cock back in to unload inside, "...in more ways than one!!", he growled. I almost felt sorry the the little shit...almost. And when Six was done, we all stood around pretty boys limp body and observed this wreckage beneath us as it slipped down to the floor and in and out of consciousness. With that, it was done. We all filed out of the room and went different directions. Pretty boy would never be seen there again. And no, nothing came of it. No police response. No ambulance. We played it cool, leaving over the course of the next couple of hours. We assume pretty boy peeled himself off the floor, cleaned up and left. Over the weeks that followed, the six of us would see each other from time to time. Maybe we would give a barely perceptible nod or a tiny, knowing smile. I guess it's true; you never know what darkness you are capable of until the beast within is provoked.

There is such a thing as fuckskill. Wielding a hard cock and using a fuckhole with true command and control is an art. Some young guys have it, but my experience has been that a good amount in mileage generally makes a for a better top.

Nothing says man-cunt like the sound of a cum-sloppy, used hole! :@)

Balls deep. Every stroke. Don't care how long you are, I need it all in me.

I'm usually hard when I'm getting fucked, but I NEVER touch it out of submission to the Fucker using me. When I top, I don't give a damn about the bottoms cock. The fuck and the breeding is all that matters.