MichiganBottom82

Michigan modernized its transmission laws at well. Still a felony if you intend to transmit or if transmission results from anal or vaginal sex. Otherwise nondisclosure is just a misdemeanor. It's also a defense to prosecution if you're on treatment and have a suppressed viral load. But having a condom used is no defense. Which is strange; the Michigan law is probably the moderate position among gay guys. Undetectable but no condom? Ok. Detectable but condom? Still illegal without disclosure

So the main problem with the laws (all adapted by all states because of a Ryan White Act mandate) was they weren’t actually aimed at intentionally transmitting the virus. It was just a requirement that you disclose that you had HIV if you’d ever tested positive. No such laws exist for hepatitis, syphilis, herpes, etcetera. And there’s a damn good reason those laws don’t exist: The only legal defense is ignorance. No positive test results, no prosecution. Well that’s a damn good way to discourage testing. I think there should be a law against intentional transmission without consent, if that’s what is actually intended. And maybe failure to disclose if you are not on medication and you engage in high risk sex. But it shouldn’t just be HIV, it should encompass the other sexually transmitted infections and non-sexual infections as well. Truth is that the HIV criminalization laws were passed in a time of panic and when gay sex was criminal in a lot of states. It was also a time when HIV was still very difficult to treat, and long before PreP was available. Those laws need to go.

There are LOTS of people with similar feelings and experiences. I actually did some therapy for this last year and it has been somewhat helpful. I confronted an ex about it and for a pederast who had sex with me as a teen I filed a police report just so he'd be on their radar. Victims have a tendency to eroticize sexual trauma. I'm sure that is what's happening with a lot of the stories on this site. It's definitely part of what attracts me to rough sex and I've talked with other guys who had similar experiences who readily admit that's why they have the sexual hang ups they do (including promiscuity, PNP settings conducive to sexual assault, etc). I freely admit that that stuff gets me off. I also know that guys who don't have those experiences don't seek it out nearly as much.

It's not really a turn on for me, and most guys I hook up with don't seem interested, but every once in a while a guy will say something racialized and I usually don't address it directly. I will just say something racially neutral. Racial preferences in sex are also weird and tricky. When I was younger I hooked up with this really hot older guy who was into dirty talk and told me he'd be interested in fucking two bottoms. I happened to have a friend who was interested but the guy told me no when I showed him the photos because my friend (and the guy) were both Latino and he said that he was only interested in "fucking white boys." He never used any language before then that indicated he had a racial preference but he made it pretty clear that his dominance freak had an implicit racial angle. And that's what makes it complicated; it's not just white guys who have racial preferences and fetishes for sex. The broader community would like it to be that simple, but it isn't. Anyway end of the day play is play, and language used in hookups isn't going to be appropriate outside that context.

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

Any good sites or other stuff that has a look at making BB porn? Especially hot if there are any casting stories or similar about what goes on before, after and during filming. Those TIM boys strike me as the kind of guys who might have some fun fuck tales. But like I'm curious about even the guys at the Halfway House site and similar. What's it like auditioning and filming, especially when they want to degrade you...

Sorry boys,that should read Part IV, not part III. Still to come: The Wrecking of Mikey's Hole, a night out at the leather bar, and eventually the first meeting with Eric...a lot more dirty loads to cum...

That Tumblr link is fucking hot. Hope those guys make more...

Just think about what was going through it's mind when Paul came over. Had to know he'd be taking a lot more dirty loads up that boy pussy. Especially once he realized he had to beg for his hole to be filled if he wanted any product. Reminds me of being turned out when I was 19 and using. TJ got a lot more though lol.

Part III-Boys Slammed in the Sling The man inside Mikey was brutal. He repeatedly pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it in. “Fucking faggot,” he said, spitting on Mikey’s face. “You’re a goddamn whore. You think you can say no to this?” He pulled his cock all the way out and stepped back a few feet, stroking his full ten inches. His cock glistened from the loads and juices inside Mikey, and he used its stickiness when he pressed the tip into the baggie of meth. Mikey was still wailing when Joe slammed into him with a cock covered in meth. “You’re gonna be my whore tonight,” he said. Behind Mikey, I could hear Bill soothing him. Bruce had the camera fixed on my face, recording my reactions as I saw Mikey being seeded by this hairy mean man. Behind me, Tom was gently but forcefully raping my ass. But he was going very slowly, compared to the man fucking Mikey, a man the other men referred to as Joe. For every stroke into me by Tom, Joe finished three or four into Mikey. And he took a lot of breaks, and was now staying outside of my hole, stroking ass cheeks. Bruce grinned at me. “You know it is gonna be your turn next, right?” Mikey moaned suddenly, against the steady sound of skin slapping skin and the creaking of the sling as it rocked back and forth from the force of Joe fucking Mikey. “It’s gonna be ok, Mikey,” Bill said, stroking his forehead. “This man just wants what’s his. Tell him how much you like him.” “It’s...too much...” Mikey said, grimacing. Joe smiled down wickedly at him, and took his cock out, leaving the head nestled right at the entrance to Mikey’s pussy. The powder had already been absorbed by Mikey’s hole, and Joe seemed proud of himself. “That’s one fucked up faggot,” Joe said. “C’mon faggot: Tell me you want it hard.” Mikey’s eyes got wide as he whimpered and seemed to be talking to Bill. “No more, please...” Joe laughed. “There’s gonna be lots more, faggot.” He pushed his cock in and out twice, very quickly, and Mikey gasped. Bill also laughed, but once Joe had backed away he started pulling Mikey out of the sling. “You can have a break, kid,” he said, keeping his hand pressed against the small of Mikey’s naked backside as he led him to the other side of the room, where two guys in their late forties or early fifties were stroking their cocks, waiting. After Bill forced Mikey onto his knees to start servicing them, he waltzed over to me and grabbed me forcefully. “C’mon princess,” he said, walking me over to the sling. Bruce filmed him helping me into the sling, but I noticed he put the camera down as Tom handed Bill a few things from a bag near the sling. When I got a clearer picture I could see that Bill was holding a needle and a tie of some sort, and after I was on the sling he prepped my bicep and twisted my arm until he found a vein. Tom came over and dabbed the area with a swab as Bill leaned in. “Don’t move a muscle, boy,” he said. I obeyed as he injected me. I felt the effect right away. A rush came over me, almost the instant that the needle pierced my vein. It was like a sudden rush of dopamine, coursing through my body, and just as suddenly, desperately, I wanted every man in that room to fuck me. Needed them to fuck me. Bruce put the camera right above my face, the light burning into my eyes as I let out a low moan. Bruce moved the camera to my side, giving me a view of Bill who was between my legs, gently stroking at my beaten and bruised hole. “What’s your name, boy?” Bill asked while the tips of his forefingers circled around my pucker. “You know my name...sir...” I said, uncertainly. “Talk to the camera, princess.” I turned to the camera. I could also see myself on the TV, being livestreamed. “Sean,” I said. “And how do you feel Sean?” Bruce licked his lips as he filmed me. “I feel...high.” Bruce and Bill laughed at that. “You feel good, boy?” Bruce asked me. “Yes, sir.” I did feel good. Damn good. I wanted, no, I needed those fingers in me! “What’s that man doing to you, Sean?” Bruce asked. “He’s...oh!” I moaned as Bill’s finger went in. “He’s...fingering me,” I said, letting out a sigh. “Shhh, baby boy, shh...” Bruce stroked my forehead. “Just ride that wave boy, let it happen. You feel good, right?” I nodded, my eyes blissfully closed. I felt Bruce’s cock hardening against my cheek. “That’s good. No reason not to feel even better, right?” I opened my eyes. He was smiling down at me, his left hand stroking his foreskin against my cheek. I was sweating now, very hot and suddenly I needed something, anything to drink. “Water?” Tom came over and pressed a cup of very bitter Gatorade into my mouth. “Just have some of this, kiddo.” After I finished drinking it all, I had to refrain from spitting because the taste was so terrible. Once I finished, Bruce pressed his cock against my lips. “Now this is very important, Sean. We need you to tell us what you want.” “I want...I need...to fuck,” I said, twisting in the sling. My holes felt like magnets trying to pull at, swallow the cocks around me. Bill chuckled, standing over me, holding my limp cock in one hand and using the other to press his dick against its final target. “Get fucked, you mean.” I nodded slightly, still keeping my eyes closed. Bruce nudged my cheek again with his cock. “Tell us what you want.” “Fuck me,” I moaned, opening my eyes, and my mouth for his cock, and wiggling my hips to invite Bill inside me. “Louder, princess,” Bill said, moving his cock inside me. “Tell me where you want me to put this.” “In my ass, sir!” Bruce slapped me. “Remember your first lesson bitch,” he said. “What did Bill press his cock into?” “My pussy,” I said, moaning again as Bill moved his cock around inside me and Bruce held his against my face. “That’s my pussy,” Bill corrected me, nodding over at Bruce, who was laughing. “Best twenty bucks I spent this month,” Bill said. “What do-“ I was starting to ask a question, confused, when Bruce’s cock filled my mouth. “More time for that later,” Bruce said. “Now suck bitch.” I was lost in heat as these two men savagely penetrated my holes for the next twenty minutes or so. Neither of them came. When Bill thrust inside me for the last time, he leaned over and Bruce took his cock out of my mouth, and Bill kissed me. “You’ve got a long night, princess,” he whispered, then stood up and backed away. As I watched him go, I realized what he meant. A line of men had formed behind him, and Joe was first up. “How old are you, faggot?” Joe asked. He was very nonchalant, like we were talking at a cafe instead of a dingy basement with my ass open to his pierced dick. “N-nineteen,” I stammered. I was still lost in a drug fugue. Sweaty, dizzy and craving cock like I never had before. A voice inside of me was struggling to get out: They're filming this! They're fucking you raw! You have to say something! You have to stop them! “Good. So you're legal. You got a name, boy?” “Sean,” I said again. He must not have been listening earlier. “And does Sean have a daddy?” Joe asked, his cock pressing against my pucker. “I, I don’t know...” I said, confused. “I’m his daddy now,” Bill said from the other side of the room. Joe nodded, staring intently at me. "Has your daddy been fucking you boy?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." Joe smiled. "That's good. He's been opening you up for the rest of us. Is that what you wanted?" Joe's demeanor changed entirely. Now suddenly he was sweet, speaking gently to me, like I was a kid. "You wanted all these men to fuck you?" I groaned. "Yes, sir," I said. My inner voice recoiled. No! You're getting drugged and raped you dumb fuck! On another side of the room, I could hear Mikey moaning. In the corner of my eye I saw him being spit roasted between the two old guys, who were recording it with their own camera phones. I turned my attention back to Joe. Joe was stroking, looking back at Bill. “Daddy Bill, do I have your permission to fuck this pussy?” I looked over to Bill, who nodded, smiling at me. “Yes you do, Joe. You have permission to do whatever you want to that boy.” I looked back at Joe, my eyes wide. He had a giant cock, and I had never taken anything that big before, let alone something with a piercing. “See bitch,” Joe explained as he worked his pierced dick into my pussy. “You may be a cumdump, but you’re spoken for. I need permission.” With that, he shoved the remainder of his dick inside me. I shrieked, and Tom came over and put his dick in my mouth. “Shhh...” he said, stroking my forehead. “Your whore mouth has other work to do.” “Just ride that wave,” Bruce reminded me, his camera focused on Joe’s cock moving in and out, tearing apart my insides with his piercing. Bill came over to stand beside me, putting his cock in my mouth alongside Tom’s cock. “This is just a preview, whore,” Bill said. “We have a lot more shooting to do before this film is finished. And you’re gonna take a lot more cocks up that pussy.” I moaned, fixated on the cocks in my holes. And suddenly I realized that I was just a hole. A boy. A pussy. An object for these men to violently fuck and abuse. And in that instant I realized that nothing else mattered, except getting them off. My inner voice relented: You're a whore. And you're a hole. Joe started to get close. He had been fucking without release, between me and Mikey, for a while at that point. “I’m getting close,” he grunted, his wide, bloodshot eyes staring right into my cock filled face. “Where do you want it?” He glanced up at Bill. I no longer made the decisions about my body. “Poz that whore’s pussy,” Bill said, grinning down at me. A few strokes later, Joe screamed, releasing his dirty load into my pussy. Bruce swung the camera down towards my hole, getting a close up as he slowly pulled his dick out, glistening with pink cum. Another man who was stroking in line behind Joe came up to me, grinning. "Bill, can I fuck this faggot up next?" He was an older, burly chested guy with silver hair. I recognized him from the clubs. He took out his cell phone, recording as he lined his dick against my cum splattered hole. You are a whore. You are a hole. "Yes, of course Rob," Bill said, and took his cock out of my mouth to lean down and whisper to me as Rob pressed his thick cock inside me. It was not nearly as long as Joe's, but what it lacked in length it made up in girth and curvature. Bill whispered in my ear: "Bruce and I made a deal. He gave me to you for twenty bucks, for my birthday." Bill smiled at me, as Tom continued pressing his hard on inside my mouth. Bill's hands snaked down my chest and stomach until he pulled at my limp dick and balls, giving Rob a better shot of his cock going in and out of my ass. "Good work," Bill said. "Open that pussy up." He leaned in again and continued whispering: "Now, I get to decide who stars in the next couple of scenes. So you can either keep going, or you can have Mikey take over." He nodded over to Mikey on the other side of the room, who was now servicing three cocks. Bruce had moved the camera to hover right above Mikey's hole as he was pulled between two daddies. "You have daddies in both ends," Bruce said, taunting Mikey. "You're being a very good girl, taking those daddy dicks." Bill leaned in, stroking my dick as my hole was massaged by Rob's thick dick. "What's it gonna be? You or Mikey?" My inner voice: You are a whore. You are a hole. You do what your daddy says. "Whatever you want, Daddy Bill," I said, giving myself over to the high, to the cocks that were moving inside me. "Good answer, princess," Bill said, stroking my face. "Okay, Rob, time for a break. " Rob lingered over my hole for a minute, thrusting in a few more times and recording it with his phone. He looked disappointed that he wasn't able to finish inside me. "Don't worry," Bill explained as he helped lift me out of the sling. "Everyone will get a chance to fuck Sean later." He beckoned Mikey over, and the tops who were splitting him in two reluctantly stopped and carried his limp body back to the sling. Bruce's camera lingered on Mikey's face, as he twisted and turned. He was completely out of it and fucked up on whatever cocktail of drugs the men were feeding us, but he hadn't given himself over to them yet. Bruce: "You ready for some more dick, Mikey boy?" Mikey shook his head vigorously. "No, no more, please..." Rob pressed his cock inside Mikey's boypussy while Jerome came back over and fed his mouth. Jerome was pressing his cock around Mikey's face as the kid winced. "I thought you were a top," Jerome said, laughing at him. "You open up a lot of boyholes with that cock?" Rob grabbed his cock and pushed it away so that Rob's camera would have a better, unobstructed view of Mikey's violation. "Please....stop..." Mikey said. "Sorry, Mikey boy, no can do," Bill explained. He looked over at Bruce. "Ready for the next scene?" "Absolutely," Bruce said. He pointed the camera at Mikey's face. "Daddy's Pussyboys, next scene: Mikey's Hole Gets Wrecked." "No!" Mikey started to scream, but a cock muffled him, and Rob started fucking him faster. Bill walked over and gently held me as Mikey was violated. "Just watch and learn, princess," he said, stroking my hole. You are a whore. You are a hole. My inner voice was never more certain.

Oh don’t worry, we’re not even to Eric’s corruption yet. Still a long way to go 😈

I love the style man. You know how to push an erotica reader's buttons! Looking forward to James' continued debasement. He the same boy who pops up in the Halloween story?

Who is that delicious bottom?

Anyone here have unexpected gangbang stories? Where you didn't plan for one, but it happened? I have two. When I was 19, a friend of mine who was in his thirties took me to the bathhouse and bought me a membership. We had taken some E and had some T when we got to the bathhouse. Once I was really high, my friend invited some other guys he knew from the club into our room. Without warning one of these guys just started laying me out on the bed, lifting my legs. Then my other friend objected saying "I get to fuck him first." The next thing I knew he was in my hole and pounding at it while the other guy fed me his cock and three other guys did drugs and touched me while they waited. I was too surprised to do anything but let them fuck me, and they started switching and taking turns. At first I thought they were wearing condoms but at least one guy just jammed it in raw. He was even older, probably forties, and he didn't take it out right away when I asked about a condom. That was our room. Later that same trip another guy who was a dealer put out a bunch of lines of K for me to do, and then had me on all fours after while he and a buddy fucked me doggy style. The other time was at a sex party. I was older then (about a decade later) and hadn't seen much action (a couple of blowjobs, one fuck) when this older guy arrived, in his fifties. He was eating out the other young guy there and invited me over and started having the young guy go down on me, and then he started eating my hole out too. Then he took me into the host's bedroom and put me on all fours and ate me out to get my ass ready. After he finished fucking me he invited another guy in, who started fucking me while I sucked off the guy whoring me out. Later on the host had the other young guy being fucked at the party, and that guy needed a break and so I took his place. I was servicing like six guys at that point. I was freaking out because a lot of the condoms broke. But it was the next party that really got to me. When I got there it was a lot of the same crowd but also some new guys. The older guy started with me in the basement, and the next thing I knew he had blindfolded me and was having guys come fuck me blindfolded while I took a cock in my mouth. A few times I tried reaching back to check and make sure that there was a condom on and he just said "Don't worry about that" and forced my arms down to my sides. I never went out looking for gangbangs but that and rough sex seems to happen to me a lot, at least in certain settings.

Part III: Daddy's Pussyboys, First Scene-Cherry Pop Steve was bulky, but he was way more gentle than Jerome. Mikey's face was contorted in pain, but with the makeup on, streaming down his cheeks with his tears and sweat, and against the red light and the brick wall of whatever basement we were in, he looked like a trashy whore getting pounded in a back alley. Bruce was right above the point of penetration, his camera focused laser like on Jerome's cock invading Mikey's busted cherry. "He's really big," Bruce said, laughing. Jerome grunted and continued pounding into Mikey's ass, his hands gripping the boy's hips and occasionally slapping when the boy made any audible wailing sound. Bruce moved the camera from the boy's butt along his backside up to his face, and then paused while Jerome's violent thrusts pushed the boy's face right up to the lens. "How's it feel Mikey? Say something for the audience." The boy just moaned, and Bruce slapped him and spat in his face. "Please stop...I'm a top!" he whined. "Talk into the camera bitch." Mikey turned to the camera and started babbling, mostly incoherent. "Hurts...fuck, my ass....stop...please..." Bruce smiled at me while he held the camera in front of my friend. "Fuck my ass, huh?" He winked at me, and then turned back to Jerome. "Hear that Jay?" "With pleasure," Jerome said, then began pulling his dick all the way out of Mikey, while grabbing a fistfull of the boy's hair and slamming back in. He started doing this repeatedly, and Mikey continued babbling into the camera, as Bruce smeared some of the makeup on his face with his cock before thrusting it in Mikey's throat. I was lost in my own world, with Steve's giant dick moving slowly in and out of my own hole, which was still sore from the other night with Bruce. Bill came up to me as Bruce and Jerome continued tag teaming Mikey. "Drink this up, princess." He tipped a red plastic cup with gatorade up to my lips. I was dehydrated and drank it down quickly, so quickly that I only noticed the aftertaste once it was down my throat. "What's that?" I moaned. Bill just tossed the cup aside and pressed his cock back into my mouth. "That's happy juice." Bill thrust his dick down my throat. "It will make tonight a lot easier." Behind me, Steve's dick was moving faster now, in and out of my sore ass. He was grunting and occasionally punching the lower part of my back. I kept trying to push Bill's cock out of my mouth, to breath, but every time I tried he would press it right back inside. Tom was on the other side of the room and was changing the music from club hits to some kind of dark electronica. It all came from a TV that was now broadcasting Bruce's camera feed. My view of the TV was obstructed by Bill and his cock, but I could make out Jerome's thick meat burying itself all the way into Mikey's ass, with red streaks of red along his cock. I couldn't tell if it was from blood or the lipstick that Jerome had put on Mikey while his cock was buried in the boy's throat. Suddenly Steve stopped pushing in and out of my ass, and took his cock out with a plopping sound. "I think she's been opened up enough," he said, smacking my ass for emphasis. He walked over to the other side of the room and started putting something together while Bill walked behind me and pressed his dick, covered with my spit, against my throbbing hole. I watched as he dipped his cock in a plastic bag. Bruce pulled out of Mikey and walked back over to me, his camera lens aimed at my ass. "You gonna fuck that faggot up?" He moved the camera from my ass to Bill's cock, which was now covered in white crystalline powder. On the TV I could see it leaking precum. "Something tells me this is his first rodeo," Bill said. With that, he slammed his cock all the way in, and I arched my back and screamed. Bruce laughed. "Not his first ride, but his first finish." Bruce put the camera right against my face. "How do you feel buddy? You feeling good?" My hole was on fire and Bill's cock hurt, like it was tearing up my insides. "Please no more..." I moaned. In front of me, beyond Bruce's camera, Mikey was being turned over by Tom. I watched as Tom administered a needle to his arm. As he pulled the needle out and discarded it, he shoved his dick all the way up Mikey, who screamed at first. Behind me, Bill's thrusts were being made with the music. Behind me, Bill groaned. "Ask for my load." The camera was still hovering in my face. Bruce was stroking his cock next to it, waiting for me to talk. "Please don't come in me!" Bruce grabbed my hair and turned my face directly into the lens. "No choice this time, princess. Tell Daddy Bill where he can put it." "Please just come in my face!" I whined. Steve's pummeling of my hole had felt rough the entire time, but there was something about Bill's dick, or my state of mind, that was making me want it. Enjoy it. Bill pulled all the way out and started slamming in and out of my hole. "C'mon bitch," he said, punching me in the back of the neck. "Tighten that pussy for Daddy!" Tom was now choking Mikey while he pressed his cock deeper and deeper in his hole. "Not much of a top right now are you, Mikey?" "Where does it go, whore?" Bruce asked again, jabbing his dick in and out of my mouth. "Tell us where it goes." When he slipped his cock out again, I looked up at the camera, defeated. "It goes in my ass, sir." Bruce smacked my face. "We've been through this. Where does it go?" I held my head down in shame. "My pussy." Another smack. "Where, bitch?" Bill jammed the entire length of his cock in me again, and started furiously pumping. "Need to hear it from your lips," he said, pulling my hair and my head up. "Scream it!" "PLEASE CUM IN MY PUSSY!" I screamed. This time I kind of wanted him to. My mind was unfocused, my body shaking as it was pounded at both ends. Ahead of me I heard Tom grunt again. "Take my dirty load you cunt," he said, while Mikey wailed and moaned beneath him. Bill turned me over and began furiously pounding my hole while Bruce fed me his cock while holding the camera above my face, and moving its lense between my cock filled throat and Bill's dick slamming my hole. Bill groaned loudly one last time, then shook as he unloaded his dick into my pussy. He withdrew, wiping his cock against my asshole a few times, and sat next to me, breathing heavy. "What a fuck. Your turn Bruce." He grabbed Bruce's camera and Bruce moved between my legs, lifting them up and lining his cock against my hole. He slid it in roughly, grunting while Bill took his slimy cock and put it inside my mouth. "Clean it off boy." Without hesitation I did what he asked. Steve came up beside me, and started administering a needle. "Don't move, princess," Bill said, stroking my hair while Bruce held his cock still inside me. I could feel it throbbing, felt him moving it slightly, itching to stretch me out. Behind me, I heard a babbling Mikey plead with Jerome to fuck him. "You like this black dick, boy?" Jerome laughed as he said it. "Yes!" Mikey yelled, his voice higher. "Please fuck my ass, sir!" Above me Bruce was grunting, his cock moving in and out of my exposed hole. Bill and Steve pulled my legs back for him until it was just my exposed pussy taking thrust after thrust while Bruce spat on my face and gripped my asscheeks as he slammed my bruised hole. "Told you I'd get a second chance at that pussy, boy." Bruce smiled down at me. "Tell Daddy Bruce where you want his load." I knew there was no point resisting. I was starting to feel good. I was wet down there and looser now, and I could hear the slapping, sloshing sounds of Bruce's dick as it moved in and out of my corrupted hole. "In my pussy, Daddy," I said, wrapping my now free arms around his body as he impaled me. Bill and Steve let me legs go, and I wrapped them around Bruce, securing my fate. "With pleasure," Bruce whispered, and unloaded in me while Bill filmed. I leaned back and could see the TV upside down behind me, where the screen was filled with Bruce's cock sliding in and out of my hole, cum dripping out of it. Jerome was grunting and Mikey was moaning, and then Jerome hollered as he dove into Mikey's pussies. Bill stood up, the camera facing down at both of us as they arranged us on all fours so that Mikey and I could make out with each other as the loads dripped out of our asses. "Daddy's Pussyboys, Scene 1: Popped Cherries," Bill announced, chuckling. "That's a wrap! Lets give these bitches a rest." They moved us apart and gave us that bitter tasting Gatorade to hydrate. Bill and Jerome collared Mikey and took him over to a sling in the corner of the room, securing him and leaving him alone while Tom grabbed me. "C'mere beautiful," he said, his tongue pressing into my mouth. He fed me a pill and had me take a swig of the bitter juice to drink it down. "What's that?" I asked, barely coherent at this point, letting his hands explore my teenage body as he started biting at my neck. "Something for a little later, when it's your turn to swing," he said, nodding over at Mikey on the sling. I was starting to lose consciousness when I heard a loud knocking. "Ready?" A voice called out from somewhere upstairs. "Who's that?" I asked Tom. He ignored me and just sat me up on his lap and fed his dick into my hole. "Don't worry about that baby," he said, kissing me. "Just ride the wave." As he rocked me back and forth on his cock I looked over to the side of the room and saw about four or five guys descending the staircase, led by Bill. Bruce was following Bill with the camera as they walked over to the sling and formed a semicircle around Mikey. One of the guys, who looked to be in his late thirties, laughed when he saw Mikey oozing with cum. "I know this kid," he said, pressing his finger against Mikey's exposed boypussy. "He said he only tops." The man licked his lips. "Guess that was a lie, huh whore?" Mikey looked up at the man, confused. "I know you," he started to say, but Bill pressed his hardening dick against Mikey's mouth. "That's enough talk for now, boy," Bill said. "Why don't you let these men get to work." "That's right," the man who knew Mikey said, unbuckling his belt. "Remember when you turned me down?" He was smiling down at Mikey, licking his lips as he stared intently at the boy's hole. Mikey moaned. "Please, I'm sorry...." "No bitch, you will be sorry, though," the man said, bringing out a huge cock that had a Prince Albert piercing. "This motherfucker is gonna wreck that hole." The man paused, taking out a baggy and swirling his finger in it. "You want some of this tiger?" he said, dangling the bag in front of Mikey. "Makes it go easier." "Y-yes," Mikey stammered. "Please let me have some...." "Beg me for it." "Please!" Mikey whined, looking pathetic and spread open for these strange men. "Please let me have some!" The man lined his cock up against Mikey's hole. "Maybe later," he said, slamming it all the way in. Mikey screamed. The man didn't seem to care, pushing further into his teenage hole. "Who's my faggot now, huh kid?" He asked Mikey. "Who's my faggot?" Mikey winced. "What...I don't..." "You my faggot?" the man asked, thrusting his cock in and out of Mikey's exposed hole. "I'm not-" "Wrong answer," the man said, slapping Mikey's face. "I'm your faggot," Mikey said, wincing. Tom started moving his cock faster inside me, and I stifled a groan as he re-positioned me so I could watch the action and take him doggy style. "That's right, Mikey," the man said, revealing that he knew Mikey. "You're my number one faggot right now." And with that, he started pounding away as Mikey cried and moaned and babbled underneath him.

I had someone stalk me on Grindr once; he figured out who I was and where I worked and actually stole my phone and called me with it. He gave it back but took my SD card. That really freaked me out at the time but it was a younger guy (like 20 or so) and I was 29 and definitely wasn’t going to report it

Part II: My Initiation Before I met Bill, I had only bottomed twice. The first time was the first time I had ever had sex, when I met another teenage guy online and he came over and really wanted to play with my ass. He had already been turned out by an older guy he met online, so he knew everything to help me get ready, but it was still a very painful experience. I still remember his cheshire grin above me as he slid his dick into my hole. He was slow but he still fucked the cum right out of me, but shot over my chest and wore a condom. I was sore for a few days after and I was not looking to do it again. The second time was the really bad experience, about a year later. I had been horny and messaging guys on the apps while my parents were out of town and had left me one of their cars. The guy made it seem like he was in his 30s and he lived alone in the country about an hour away. I had a beer and got a little buzzed, and took him up on an offer to have sex. My cell phone wasn’t working when I got close to his place and I couldn’t really find it on the GPS. After I drove back to the exit and got reception he agreed to meet me at the park and ride, and waited there, alone and horny, for about a half hour. I smoked a little pot while I waited. When he finally got there, he looked different from his pictures. He was much older than mid 30s and bulky, with a full beard and mustache and he was dressed in tight jeans and a red and black flannel shirt with a baseball cap hiding what looked like wild black hair. His flannel shirt was open with a wifebeater underneath, and mounds of black chest fur sticking out. I always thought of myself as more attracted to lean and smooth guys around my age, but something about him made my cock twitch. He told me he would give me a lift back to his place and take me back when we were done. I was a little high and my spidey sense wasn’t working so I didn’t see any problem with this. He put his arm gently against my lower back, right above my ass, and pressed me towards the car. “Why don’t you ride in the back seat,” he said, opening the door for me. “More comfy back there.” Once I got in and he had closed the door I realized that it was an old police car, complete with a caged partition between the back seat and front seat. Next to me was a blindfold. “Why don’t you put that on?” The man who called himself Bruce said. “Always been a fantasy of mine.” Not seeing any harm, I complied, and wrapped the blindfold around my head. He started driving off, and after a minute or so of silence my high went kind of paranoid and I started to think about being in this stranger’s car. The possible dangers... Then he broke the silence. “So you like pretty much everything?” He and I had talked about a few things. Mostly kissing and oral. We never discussed fucking, but I put versatile and “into everything vanilla” in my profile. “Yeah,” I said weakly. “I haven’t been with that many guys though.” “You seem like a natural, hopping into my car like that,” he chuckled. “Seem pretty eager, I’d say.” I blushed a little bit and hoped the blindfold hid it. “Well I liked your pictures....” “Yeah. I don’t have many new ones, sorry kid. A lot of young faggots like you won’t give guys like me the time of day. Usually a different story once I’ve got you speared on my dick.” His words cut into me. I had never been called a faggot before, and he was admitting he catfished young guys. Stupid and scared, I went along with it. “Well uh, I like your photos. And I like you in person a lot too.” “Well you haven’t seen the best part baby.” He paused. “You haven’t seen the cock that is gonna open you up like a Christmas present.” I was silent for a beat. “I’m um, not that into anal.” Back then this wasn’t a lie. I associated anal sex with pain from that first time and something about it just felt degrading. The way that first guy had held my hips and smacked my ass. Like he owned me. “That’s ok sweetheart. I am into it enough for the both of us. You don’t have to do anyting but lie back and look pretty.” I was too nervous to respond. The car stopped and instinctually I reached around grasping for the handle and pulled, and nothing happened. I started shaking. “Well uh...” I was stammering. “I’m not sure I am ready for that today but you know some other time...” There was another pause of silence. I was still blindfolded, now trapped in the back of this stranger’s car. “So listen up boy, and I am only going to go through this once: I am going to fuck you when I take you into that house ok?” He waited for me to say something. “Uh, I just don’t think...” “Wrong answer boy. What’s the right answer?” I gulped. “I guess we can try.” “What? And where are your manners? I’m old enough to be your daddy.” Another pause. I was starting to sweat a little now. But I was horny, probably from being high. “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now I don’t want you to do anything crazy. I am gonna open that door and take you into the house, you got that?” I hestitated and after a beat he coughed. “Yes, sir.” “Then I am going to take off that blindfold and you are going to take a bath. You got that?” “Yes, sir.” “Then you are going to follow my instructions and then I am going to take you back to your car. You got that?” I nodded weakly. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Can’t hear you bitch.” “YES SIR!” I yelled suddenly, embarrassed. “Good.” I heard the driver’s door open and his scuffling along the ground until my door was open and he yanked me up out of my seat. He smacked my ass and used his hands to direct me into his house and through a few doors once we were inside. I was still dazed and confused by the whole experience. I trembled as we stopped walking and I heard him turn on running water. “I’m gonna introduce you to my cock now boy. I want you to feel it first.” He grabbed my right wrist and moved my hand over his cock, which was bulging through his jeans. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “That’s all for you.” Then he pressed me down to the floor. I started to remove my blindfold but he slapped my hand and then my face. “Not yet. I want you to feel it with your mouth before you see it.” Once I was on my knees, he pressed the bulge against my cheek and pulled the zipper down. He was not wearing any underwear and his hard cock popped out, a solid six inches with a giant set of balls that he pressed into my mouth first. He smacked my face with his cock as he forced me to tongue his balls over and over, and I could feel his pubes getting wet from my tongue. “Lick the head.” I complied and darted my tongue out and slowly moved it over the top of his cock, picking up a small smudge of precum that stuck to my lips as I moved my tongue up and down the shaft, teasing his dick. I used my right hand to gently stroke him at the stem, and he responded in kind by using his hands to pull my head and mouth over his cock. Gently, but firmly asserting that he was in control. I could feel him snaking into my mouth and throat, and I choked a bit but it passed and then he pulled out and slapped my face with his cock, and took off the blindfold. It stared at me with that one angry eye, and I slowly moved my mouth back over it, sucking gently. I was pressing forward when he suddenly slapped me on the cheek, and I froze. “Just remember to watch those teeth bitch.” I had never been insulted during sex before. It made me think of that first time with Jason, when he turned me over onto my stomach and lifted me up until I was on all fours with my ass presented to him. He moved his throbbing teenage cock over the crack of my ass, letting me know he was in charge. When I yelped as he slammed inside me he just grunted and smacked my right ass cheek, signaling me to shut up. Bruce was different. He started giving me instructions right away. “Move your tongue back down to my balls, boy,” he said. “I want to see your whore’s mouth take those fuckers in.” This went on for about ten minutes or so, until the bathtub was finally full. He turned on the water jets and told me to strip. He led me into the tub and started scrubbing me as I was standing up then pressed me down into a position where my legs were spread open and he was still outside the tub, scrubbing me down and playing with my hole. “When was the last time your pussy was opened?” I winced at that. Both because he called my asshole a pussy, which felt degrading, and because he was pressing his finger into me. “I’ve only had anal sex once,” I said, trying to keep any talk about fucking me clinical and cold. I was still nervous about anal sex. “I don’t like it when you call it that,” I added. “Why? Are you ashamed of your pussy?” I pushed up a bit, making his finger leave my pulsing, twitching asshole. “No I just...I just don’t like that. It’s girly.” He grunted and laughed. “Well, you ashamed of taking it up the ass?” I was. I had always looked down on guys who got on all fours and took cock, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “I prefer other things,” I said. “What makes it a pussy,” he continued, moving his finger back up against my hole, “is that it is destined to get bred.” He put a finger in, then another, twisting them until they broke past the pucker. He leaned down against my ear. “Did the man who took your cherry breed you?” I shook my head. “No, he used a rubber.” Bruce snarled, shaking his head. “That’s not a real cherry pop,” he said, pushing his digits in a little further. I moaned lightly. “What do you mean?” My head was swirling, and I was still, somehow, impossibly high. “Until you’ve been fucked raw and bred, your asshole won’t be a pussy.” He removed his fingers, and I found myself missing them. “Key difference between a pussyboy and a real man is the cunt,” Bruce explained. “A pussyboy is trained to serve real men with his mouth and a broke in boypussy.” I shivered. This was bringing me to tears, the idea of my ass all sloppy, a cum drenched pussy. I was a man. Not a pussy. “But I don’t think I want to bottom,” I whined. He laughed. “You don’t get to choose to have a pussy,” he explained. “You were born to do this. Lets clean this pussy out.” He took me into a shower in another room and used a faucet enema to clean me out and washing me down. Then he dried me up and handed me a jockstrap with thick pink strings and a black crotch. I slipped it on, letting it frame my hole for him. Bruce led me to a dark bedroom lit by candles and gently pressed me onto the bed on my stomach. He moved his hairy back against my smooth backside, keeping his cock firmly pointed at my hole. He reached for the bedside table and took a pinch of a pile of crystal powder and dipped his hand into some homemade lube and started pressing his fingers back into my hole. I moaned, spreading my legs a little for him. Suddenly it started to burn. “Ow, that hurts!” I yelped. “I think you need more lube...” He didn’t listen right away, twisting into me even while I burned. “If you don’t have a pussy, don’t act like one,” he snarled, pressing my thighs and pushing my knees behind my head. I was being put on display, my hole exposed to him. I had not planned on becoming a stranger’s bitch and tears started to well in my eyes, as I knew what was happening. I could feel his raw, precumming cock dripping against my hole. “Are...are you going to fuck me?” “Yes, bitch.” Bruce added another finger and I started to feel like I was opening up for him. I even reached and spread my cheeks for him, giving him more space to spear me. Inviting him into me. He took up the invite, pressing his angry cockhead against my pucker. I was in heat, high, my pucker dilating for him. “Wait...a condom...” I said. Bruce grunted, holding his cock against my asshole. “I’m not fucking you yet bitch. This is precum, for pre-fucking.” He jabbed the head in, smashing through the pucker into my hole. “It hurts!” I cried out. “Yes, it does baby.” Bruce nibbled at my ear, whispering into me. “The precum is lubing you up, and I’m going to add some spit, too.” He bit at my neck, pinching the skin and leaving a mark. I yelped, and turned to face away from him as his cock slid a bit away from my hole and he moved his mouth down my neck and across my stomach down over my clothed, limp boy cock. “Let me get you wet,” he said, pushing my legs up. “Hold these wide open for me.” “What...what are you doing?” I asked, my mind in a drug fugue. There had to be something...maybe in the Gatorade he had given me. I was on fire inside, I wanted to offer my holes to him. Let him use them. He grabbed a poppers bottle and had me inhale. “Gotta open you up a little more,” he said, licking around my hole, snapping the pink strings of my jockstrap. I held my legs open, and watched as his mouth disappeared into my hole. Before he pressed his lips against the pucker, he whispered up at me: “Good girl.” I froze hearing this. Pussyboy. Girl. I felt humiliated in this position, letting an older man put his fingers and tongue into my ass and treat me like I was his bitch. He licked circles around my hole, then started jabbing his tongue inside me. Then he moved back and spat forcefully in my hole, then jabbed the saliva inside me with his tongue again. I moaned in ecstasy. He started darting his tongue in and out of my hole, tongue fucking me and reminding me of the dick that had just been pressed inside. It made me want to feel the length of his cock, even made me think about taking his cum...it wouldn’t be so bad I thought...he just wanted to fuck me raw a little...most guys just wanted to get off. I could suck him off instead but I wanted that feeling. My hole wanted his tongue, his beard, his cock and fingers and to be slammed against the bed by his solid, masculine body. Dark man fur pressed against smooth boypussy. He was eating my hole when he pulled away and said, simply, “You have a beautiful pussy,” licking his lips. “You want daddy to open that pussy for you?” Lost in heat, I groaned “Yes daddy.” I was tossing my head back and forth, my legs shaking. He pressed his hands back on my thighs, now holding my legs open. My arms fell to my sides, but I quickly pressed them back up against his furry chest as he jammed the head of his cock into my hole. “You need to wear a condom!” I shrieked. My voice was still kind of high pitched for a boy back then, even though I was a teenager. He pulled his cock out, looking down at me with anger, leaving the tip just softly opening my pucker. “You sure you want me to wear a rubber?” I would love him raw, but I said “Yes,” because I knew that I would regret it later. He just kept staring down at me. Then he grinned and pressed his raw cock forward, ignoring what I told him, and pushed in. “No,” he said. I shook. Now I was really nervous, and not in control. This bull had spread and speared me, and now he was not willing to play safe. He wanted to breed me. “Please,” I said. “I’m too scared to bareback...” “Not my problem,” Bruce said, pressing his cock further in, using my thighs for leverage. I clutched his chest hair, which was matted with sweat from both of us. Some of his sweat was dripping over me as he slid his raw cock further and further inside me. “I just...are you clean?” I asked. He said nothing, just continued to press his body forward, moving his cock deeper into my ass. He stopped and grabbed some of the homemade lube, which burned again. He also had me use some poppers, and shoved the rest of his cock in. I started babbling. I was losing focus, everything around me getting blurry and overheated and hot and sweaty and sticky. The burning sensation was disappearing, but it had been replaced with a warm, pleasant sensation in my violated hole, one that was burning away my inhibitions. “I just...I just...” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I want to be safe...” He thrust his cock in and out of my hole, pushing my knees back further down until they were almost touching the bed. He pulled out, then jabbed the entire length of his manhood back in me. I screamed and hollered and tears came out, but he did not seem to notice. Or care. It felt like I was being torn apart. “Please stop...slow down...my ass hurts!” I finally yelled at him. He slowed down and looked at me. “What hurts?” He asked. “My ass,” I cried out, my mind buzzing. “My ass is...” He slapped me across the face, and I looked up, my mouth hanging open in shock. Without warning his spat right inside my open mouth, then pushed his cock in and out of my hole for emphasis. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Why was he doing this to me? His pulsing cock moved in and out of my hole. He would pick up speed and then take it out altogether and shove it all the way back in. “Gotta open you up,” he whispered above me, as his dick turned my hole into a frothy mix of semen and saliva and ass juices, a mix of burning pain and sensory pleasure overload. As he thrust in and out, Bruce started talking to me in a sexy, deep and raspy voice. “Right now I am fucking your pussy, boy,” Bruce explained. “You’re becoming a pussyboy.” “No!” I screamed, crying. “I’m a guy, and I don’t want to-“ Another slap interrupted me. “I told you, pussyboys don’t have any choice, bitch. He laughed me as I trembled below him, my hands uselessly trying to stop his solid body from invading the hole he was turning into a pussy. My pussy. In and out, getting closer... “Don’t come in me!” I cried out. Bruce just kept fucking me. In and out. His raw cock spilling more and more precum. He couldn’t be that far off from flooding my insides. He slowed for a bit. “Tell you what, boy; first time, you get a choice.” “Don’t come in me!” I yelled. “That’s what I choose!” Bruce grinned at me, smiling down at me while my fingers moved through his chest hair. “Oh, I’m coming inside you bitch. Choice is pussy or mouth.” “Just not in my ass,” I said, crying. “Not in my ass-“ He slapped me again. “Not in your what?” “My ass-“ Another slap. “Your what?” He was sneering at me now. I was looking up at his mean, glaring face. I felt sick now, my face a mix of sweat and spit and tears and snot. I closed my eyes to stop the tears. “My pussy,” I said finally, giving in. He spat at me again, this one landing on my forehead. “Couldn’t hear you bitch.” “Please don’t come in my pussy!” I screamed. I was crying again now, looking away from him. He just started fucking me again, going in and out for another two minutes or so. He started to slow down. “Are you sure you don’t want this in your pussy boy?” I just nodded. “It’s already real wet and hot down in there,” he said. “Let me swallow you!” I begged him, and he withdrew and slapped my face again as he pulled out of me, and crawled up my body and stroked his cock in front of my face a few times before shoving it in my mouth. A bitter shot of cum flooded into my throat and mouth and I choked on it a bit before he finally took out his limp dick and smashed it across my face. Then he slapped my cheeks again. “Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re halfway there." He forced me to keep the jockstrap and kept my own underwear as a souvenir, smelling it when I asked for it back. “It’s going to remind me of your snatch,” he said, grinning back at me. “For when I get another shot at turning it into a real pussy.” He smacked my ass again for emphasis as I put on my pants. As we drove back I was quiet. But he started dirty talk, and before I knew it he was threatening me again. “What do you think your friends and family would think if they saw your pussy getting fed my cock?” he asked, as we neared the park and ride where I had left my car. I didn’t say anything. “I think that they wouldn’t want anything to do with a pussyboy,” he said. “They could never look at you the same when they saw your pussy being opened up by a man old enough to be your daddy.” He grinned at me from the ear view mirror as he pulled beside my car. He got his phone out and pressed play on a video for me. I looked down, my eyes widening in horror: Hidden camera footage. “You can’t show this to anyone!” I whined at him. “It would ruin me!” I hadn’t even told my parents I liked guys. He smiled back at me. “Your secret is safe with me, if you do what I say.” He had me program my number in his phone. “Here’s the deal: I have a friend turning 50 next weekend, and I owe him a favor. He’s gotten me out of a trouble before. He likes boypussy.” Bruce grinned as he stroked my face. “He will love your pussy, that’s for sure. So you’re going to come to the club at the address I text you at, and I want you to bring a friend with you.” “A friend?” Bruce nodded. “I’m sure you have plenty of gay friends your age.” He texted me an address, a time and a photo of his friend: Bill. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, looking down. Bruce smiled. “He’ll be looking out for you, don’t worry.” Bruce leaned over and whispered in my ear: “Just make sure you and your friend are ready to offer those asses up. Don’t say no to anything, or this video gets emailed to all the wrong people.” By the time Bill’s birthday arrived, I had convinced Mikey to come with me. He was a young and lean guy like me, and he was also a top. He had been asking to fuck me for a while. Hinting at it really. So before I went out that weekend, I texted him saying that I was thinking we could go out and party together. He agreed right away, hoping that he would have a chance to fuck me later. Now we were both with Bill, Tom, Jerome and Steve. Tom was working Mikey’s hole with his tongue, and Bill was forcing his cock back in my mouth. Jerome and Steve were fumbling around with a bag, taking out some small items. I tried to look but Bill’s cock was my focus. I wanted this to get over with as quickly as possible. I needed to keep that video from being leaked... The next thing I knew, Jerome was standing next to Mikey, who looked like he was really spinning and out of it. “Hey girl,” he said to Mikey, who was groaning with pleasure. “We gotta take care of something.” I heard Mikey protest and saw Jerome feed him his cock, at the same time Steve’s cock replaced Bill’s while Bill moved down to my hole and started fiddling with it with his tongue. Steve smiled down at me. He was holding lipstick, some eyeliner and another pad of makeup. As he pressed his cock in my mouth and Bill started eating my hole, he applied the lipstick around my lips that were servicing him. “That’s a good girl,” he said, smiling at me. “Gotta look your best for all your daddies tonight.” In the corner of my eyes I could see the same thing was happening to Mikey, and Jerome had already finished with the lipstick. “That’s a good girl,” Steve repeated, moving on to the eyeliner. “Just keep swallowing that daddy dick.” I heard a loud smack, and then Jerome saying “Don’t you dare rub that off bitch.” Once the makeup was applied, the men stopped invading our holes and put us both on all fours, facing each other. We looked at each other’s faces, tears streaking our shitty makeup. We looked pathetic. Steve took a position behind me and started eating me out, while Jerome did the same to Mikey. And then I saw him. I had spent the night at the club wondering when he would show up, if he would, and now I knew why he had waited. In the corner, holding a camera with his left hand while stroking his cock with his right, sat Bruce. “Look at the camera, girls,” he said, sneering at both of us. We were out of it, so I just stared vacantly at him. “We’re shooting a movie. Want to know the title?” Mikey started crying again. I just stared. “It’s called “Daddy’s Pussyboys,” he said, smiling. “And you guys are going to be starring in it!” And with that he rose up and brought the camera closer to us. I felt the piercing sting of a raw cock entering me, and I could see from Mikey’s facial expression that Jerome had replaced his tongue with his cock. Our long night had finally started...

Eric was good looking, and he knew it. He had an average build, but it was all about the face. And Eric had the face of a model: Smooth thick black hair cut short, blazing blue eyes and thick lips. He was shorter than most guys and pretty lean, always running and watching what he ate. He also had a perfectly pert, tight boy ass. Eric liked to party. Hard. His drug of choice was cocaine. He didn't have a job that could support that habit though, so he tended to leech off of his friends at the clubs. At 19,he was too young to drink but he was expert at teasing drugs and money out of older men. But like he told me, he liked to go out, not put out. He didn't care for older men sexually, but he had to tease them to get his fix. Bill was his main target. At 57, Bill could have been Eric's dad, and he had a thing for young guys. He liked that Erica dressed and acted kind of trashy, since he didn't come from any money. Eric also had a couple of tattoos including a playboy bunny that you could see the tip of snaking out of his underwear when he danced shirtless, which he did every night. That drove Bill wild. Bill had been the one to introduce me to the scene years ago, when I was about Eric's age. The first time I met him he was celebrating his 50th birthday at a gay club, and had invited me over for shots. I was young thin and blond, and those things drove him wild. After an hour of drinking and dancing he cornered me into a stall and offered me some T, which I'd never tried. After doing the bump he kissed me and started rubbing his muscular body against mine while I smiled, drunk and high. I giggled a bit, and he softly kissed and bit at my neck. "It's my birthday," he reminded me, his hands exploring just beneath my shirt. "Did you get me a present?" I laughed, feeling nervous. He smiled at me. "Feeling good?" I was so I nodded. He was making me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't like making out with an older man in a dingy stall at a nightclub. I wanted to make out but I didn't want my friends to know I was with an older guy. And they might hear. Us, especially my moans. The next thing I remember is making my way to the club's dark backroom. Once in the dark, I could hear moaning and the unmistakable crude slapping sounds of male flesh. Bill pulled me against himself, kissing me and forcefully pressing my shoulders until my face pressed against the bulge of his jeans. "It's my birthday," he reminded me as his hands fumbled with the zipper. " Make daddy feel good for his birthday. " My mouth was suddenly full of cock, and I struggled to move my head away but his hands firmly held my head pressed against him. I gave in and started slurping and sucking with my mouth and tongue. I was dizzy at this point and even though.I was gagging his cock felt right, like I'd opened a door with a missing key. Bill came quickly that night, forcing a huge load down my throat. After I'd swallowed he wiped his slimy, veiny cock against my face and left a slick cum and spit mix in my now disheveled hair. "Good boy." Embarrassed, after we left the backroom I washed up in the dingy toilet. I looked like a mess from gagging and tearing up when he was shoving his dick down my throat. When I came back out, the friend I came with, another young guy named Mikey, rushed over. " Bill invited us to his after party," he told me. I looked back over to the bar where Bill's friends were taking care of the tab. Bill had come to the bar with a married couple and another friend. I didn't even remember their names from earlier but they were all older,late forties and early fifties. The couple , Steve and Jerome, insisted on driving us while Bill and his other friend, Tom, drove in another car. Steve was dressed kind of like a cowboy, and was overweight with grey hair and a full beard and mustache. I rode in the back with Jerome, who was black and had a more muscular build, bald with a silver goatee. Mikey sat in the front picking music while I sipped on one of the two gatorades they'd given us and Jerome gently stroked my back. He smiled at me. " You having a good night? " The truth was I was still buzzed and getting hornier. Usually when I sucked someone off they helped me cum after, but Bill hadn't shown any interest. Jerome's hands slipped from my shoulders down to my lap, and he gripped my hard on through my jeans. " Feels like you're ready to parter!" he said laughing. " How much you have to drink tonight boy?" " Just a couple of shots," I said. But I was really feeling it now, in fact I was feeling tired. I closed my eyes and everything went black. I don't remember everything that happened next. I woke up on a mattress in a dark basement with red lighting, to moans that sounded like they were coming from nearby. Immediately I felt different and put my hand to my neck where a collar had been fastened and I was chained to the wall, still dazed and high. The moans were getting louder, and as my eyes adjusted I finally saw why. Steve, Jerome and Bill were watching as Mikey was spread out on another mattress, his arms tied to his legs, blindfolded and getting his dick sucked by Tom. Tom was the oldest looking there, with salt and pepper silver hair and a face worn with wrinkles and sunken skin. He was gripping a thick six inch cock, and his mouth was engulfing Mikey's boyish cock. He started licking his way down, moving his tongue closer and closer to Miley's hole. Bill was smiling down at him. " How do you feel boy?" " Good, I feel g-g-good " Mikey said,stuttering as Tom's tongue circled closer and closer to its target. The other men laughed and Jerome nodded towards me. " The other bitch is up." Bill walked over and leaned down, rubbing his clothed cock. " Hey princess," he said, unzipping. " You ready to finish the job you started earlier? " Mikey moaned louder and squealed as Tom plunged his tongue inside his young furry ass. Bill pressed his growing cock against me as Jerome and Steve started taking off their clothes. The night was just getting started....

This is a very hot story. Love stories about corrupted young men having their holes turned into pussies.